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The trail of smoke ended in the throne room where the witch queen lounged. Daphne followed it all the way from her bedroom, where she had been sleeping just moments before. As soon as the whiff of the witch’s weed hit her nose, she arose. Daphne knew she was needed, and as such, there was no question of choice. She had to obey. “Yes, mistress?” she said, trying not to sound tired but failing. She walked up to the throne where Gerry laid. Her legs were hanging over the side of her chair, as if the skunk was trying to treat a throne like a hammock. Of course, she could have turned it into a hammock with a simple flick of her long golden pipe, but she liked being difficult. As the human approached her mistress, she was unsurprised to see her eyes red, and her muzzle drawn up in a goofy smile. She was stoned as hell. Pretty typical. What wasn’t typical was that she’d call so late at night, even the witch liked to get her beauty sleep. Daphne couldn’t imagine what scheme the skunk had thought up this time. No, she definitely could not have. “Hellooooo my pet,” the skunk said. Her legs were crossed, and she bounced the leg on top. At the same time, she was bouncing her pipe in her paw; actually, more like swaying. Light glinted off of the pipe as it dance through the air. Smoke lazily trailed up from it, making lovely trails that seemed to slither through the air (and somehow filled the entire room with a light haze, the girl realized). It wasn’t a particularly ornate pipe. It was completely gold, or at least gold-looking, but there were no designs, symbols, swirls. It had a thin gold shank, thick stem and bowl. Daphne had to tear her eyes away, lest she get caught up in the dance of the pipe. It was always wise to be on your toes around Gerry. “Hello Miss,” Daphne said, giving no bow. Her tone of voice was enough. “Iiiii have a surprise for youuuu…” Gerry said. In a puff of smoke her throne changed into a fainting couch, with her leaning over the high end. Even with her hat obscuring her head down to her muzzle, her golden gaze was visible. Daphne was very suspicious over whatever this prize was. Sure, Gerry never outright mistreated her. No physical or mental abuse or the like. But the witch loved to tease and torment, and if Daphne wasn’t careful she’d end up agreeing to something she’d regret (and love). That’s why she was snapping her tired eyes away from the pipe again, and giving her legs a pinch through her pants. She definitely needed to be on her toes, alert as possible. “What is the surprise?” Daphne said, her voice reminiscent of begging for mercy without outright committing the act. She had to sound intensely curious, but not interested. “Oh, it’s a gift I’ve never given to anyone else. No, couldn’t give anyone else.” Her eyes got really wide when she said “couldn’t.” Daphne knew the skunk must be at least partially aware of how much she’s hamming this up, and was probably loving it too. “Is it a gift you have to give me?” A masterful play by Daphne. Too bad Gerry was not planning on playing by the rules tonight. “Oh, absolutely,” she mumbled. She turned around and tugged her finger in Daphne’s direction, indicating to come around to the other side while she spoke, probably to continue looking at her. That didn’t mean she was going to wait to speak though. “You’re going to love it. You’re going to be so thankful afterwards… If you can still feel thankful. Hah!” The warning klaxons were going out of control in Daphne’s mind now. Not only was she going to “love it,” but she might not be capable of expressing gratitude after whatever “it” is? She was moving to sit down on an unoccupied portion of the couch to make it easier for her mistress to see her, but now she had to give pause, and keep her distance. “I think we should both get sleep mistress,” Daphne finally said, her voice quiet. The witch raised her brow at the human, and chuckled darkly. Daphne made a move to step away, but she had not noticed the tail that had come up from behind. Damn that distracting pipe. As she tried to take a step back, the tail knocked her forward, and she fell face first into her witch’s cleavage. It was distressing how warm, comfortable, soft it was there, lying against the barely robed witch. Feeling her soft, smooth tummy with her hand… No, no! She started to pull away, but it was too late. Slow as she was, Gerry still managed to get a hold of Daphne’s chin, and pulled it up. The witch pulled her pipe from her mouth, and blew a great thick cloud of smoke in her face. The effect was instantaneous. Everything seemed to slow down for a second--Or really, it was just Daphne. Everything was hazy, warm. It felt good too, too good. She was afraid, terrified, she knew she had to get away. “Get away from what my dear?” Daphne heard a voice say through the fog. It was the witch. She was the one Daphne had to get away from! “Why, am I hurting you?” No, no she wasn’t… In fact, she was making her feel soo good. Really warm. Really soft. She just noticed how tense her body was, and she didn’t like it. “Then you should relax dear. Nothing bad is happening.” No, nothing bad is… But, but, it will be, something bad will happen, she was sure of it. And the witch was the culprit. She had to pull away, pull away from the softness, the warmth. “Shhhhhh…” That cloyingly sweet voice hissed. The haze got heavier, and pushed against every part of her body. The overwhelming stimulation scattered Daphne’s thoughts, and she while she worked to put them back together, she didn’t know where to start. And it was so much easier to take a deep breath, and sigh. “Right, so you should just relax.” Something was wrong though. She was pretty sure. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t know though, it was so hard to know anything, anything but the sensations that were sliding along her body. Those warm fuzzy paws were drinking the tension from her body. “So what’s wrong then?” Right, something was wrong. Something was wrong? “Isn’t it?” How? Everything felt so right. Everything was wrapped up in that big comfy skunk tail. “So, nothing’s wrong.” No, nothing was wrong. “Then open your eyes my pet.” So she did. And despite all the training, preparation she had done over the years to keep herself resistant to her mistress’s wiles, as soon as her gaze took in the strobing one of the witch, she was gone. Daphne sighed, and with that sigh, deflated. All the tension left her body at once. Her eyes went half-lidded almost immediately, and filled with her mistress’s beautiful colors. “Ready to learn about your gift?” the skunk said with that wicked smile, which no longer phased the blazed girl. “Yeah… mistress…” Gerry was bouncing on the couch with excitement now. “I’m going to make you into my goddess.” Sure, Daphne was completely hypnotized, and stoned besides, but even she knew that was confusing. “Wha?” Gerry giggled and shook her head. She blew a few smoke rings that shimmered in the air right before they hit Daphne’s face, cascading warmth down her body. Whatever the skunk had to offer, she wanted it. “I have been on top for far too long. I want to be beneath someone, be subservient. Worshipful even! If only for a little while. And what’s more incredible than a witch? A goddess of course.” She leaned closed, unleashing a fresh and powerful wave of color, and for a moment, all Daphne knew was pleasure. “And that is you my pet.” Gerry laughed, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Daphne did not. She was only smiling, sailing through the smoky mist. Staring into her owner’s eyes… At least, she was. Gerry’s eyes had drifted out of her gaze in her fit of giddy giggles, the skunk much more interested in laying back and rolling around at her scheme. Even with Daphne straining and leaning up to continue following the pretty colors, they faded from her view. They were gone, and there was no beautiful light to guide her. Mischievous (wicked perhaps) laughter rang out all around her, and it filled her with unease. Unease? A feeling that seemed like it was lifetimes ago, but here it was, clear as day. This unease led to confusion. Confusion led to curiosity. Then back to unease. She realized why she was so worried. Kind of. Her body was still really relaxed, and connecting these thoughts felt like she was trying to win tug of war with a wall. Still, she was moving backwards, albeit slowly. Her smile disappeared, and her pupils starting to reappear. “No…” she mumbled weakly. Not even on purpose either, she was just trying to actualize her resistance in any way she could. Daphne shook her head weakly, her gaze returning to normal. She took a deep breath--Scratch that, she took a shallow one, through her mouth, doing all she could to avoid the enrapturing scent of her mistress’s smoke. As soon as her body stopped feeling like lead she started to move. She was almost off of the couch now, and soon could bolt to freedom. She might be punished, but anything the skunk could do seemed less scary than this ridiculous scheme. Until a paw snapped out to grab her arm. The “no” was her downfall, and as soon as it reached the stoned skunk’s brain she moved back in on her prey. It just took her a moment. “Where do you think you’re going?” Gerry said, her tail already sliding into position behind the terrified girl. “Don’t do this,” Daphne pleaded, “I don’t know what you mean exactly Miss but last time-” “LAST time was fun, wasn’t it dear?” the skunk interrupted, sitting up, her paw still holding its iron grip. Daphne wanted to keep an eye on the witch to keep her from pulling any tricks, but it was difficult--Looking at the skunk too much was one of the tricks, after all. As Gerry’s gaze turned up towards Daphne, the latter gasped and looked away, blushing dreadfully. “It was too much,” the human simply said, resigning herself to just look in the opposite direction of the skunk now. Her eyes were the most dangerous part after all, and this blocked any clouds of smoke too. “What was too much?” Gerry asked in an innocent tone. Daphne wasn’t sure what the skunk’s plan was, but it was far too tempting to speak. “Being that… That hungry creature.” Even as Daphne spoke with disgust, the blush on her cheeks betrayed how she felt. She wasn’t lying necessarily. Being that ridiculous fat beast had been exhausting, and it felt like she had lost herself in his haze for days after the transformation had ended. But god, the shapes, the power, the sloth… Daphne could not help but sigh. And to do this, she had to take a deep breath. Her hands relaxed slightly, but she stayed vigilant in looking the other way. “So you wouldn’t want to be him again,” the skunk asked. Daphne could hear her take a puff from her pipe, and shortly afterwards a warm cloud washed over her back. She shivered. “Hmmmm, you wouldn’t, right pet?” Daphne snapped herself from her reverie, which was very easy when panic hit over not even realizing she was drifting off. Her body flooded with adrenaline and she shook her head so fast it made her dizzy, which made her panic some more, which was all very exhausting. Gerry continued to smoke her pipe and retain her grip. “Ah! No! ...Of course not,” Daphne finally answered when Gerry gave her arm a sudden squeeze. She started to look back in Gerry’s direction when the witch cleared her throat, but caught herself, and only heard the witch chuckle. “You don’t sound sure.” “I am.” “Hmmmm,” Daphne couldn’t see what Gerry was doing, and starting to look halfway in her direction when a sudden wall of haze made her rethink that. “You didn’t like being so thick then?” It took a very long time for Daphne to answer, and her voice cracked when she finally did. “N-no that’s not it.” “Oh, so you liked being thick. Having pleasing, perfect curves that everyone else wants to conform to.” Gerry definitely had a way of putting things that made it hard to argue sometimes. Thinking back, yeah, that did feel good. She could almost feel that rush of power again. She wouldn’t tell the skunk that, but she couldn’t just lie either; the skunk always knew. So she’d just do what she always did: avoid the subject. “I didn’t like being in charge.” There, that was true-ish. Daphne could swear that she heard Gerry’s brow raise in suspicion, but she didn’t dare confirm it. “Oh, why’s that dear?” “Uhhh, I’m not, not…” Daphne was starting to flounder, looking for anything. She was already caught in her miniscule web of lies, and was focusing much more on answering the skunk’s questions than with how hard the weed was making it to think. “I’m not good at it!” Daphne clutched her chest and looked at the skunk, trying to assess whether her excuse was a flop or not. Gerry raised her brow, looking smug. “Oh, why do you say that?” “Because I’m your main servant, I exist only to serve, that’s all I know!” This time Daphne was ready, and had the perfect follow-up ready. She tried to avoid being the one to look smug now, thinking she had bested the mephit. “Then you’re the best candidate, obviously.” Daphne was blown away by the sudden leap of logic (and pretty high again, with those smoke rings dissipating against her face), and Gerry continued. “You’ve spent your whole life being below me, being subjugated by me, how best to serve me. So you know exactly what to do to me and everyone else.” Gerry started to pack her pipe with a different sort of herb, and despite being free, Daphne did not bolt. She was still trying to wrap her head around Gerry’s tricky words, convinced that if she could out debate the witch she’d be free. A nice thought, but she was assuming the witch was playing the same game as her, and wasn’t setting up checkmate at that moment. “Besides, there’s one more thing you’re not thinking about,” the skunk said, suddenly taking a very long drag from her pipe. “What?” Daphne asked, though Gerry did not answer. She just laid back on her couch, smiling. The barest trails of smoke wafted up from the end of her snout, and she beckoned Daphne closer. The poor girl, already forgetting herself, leaned forward as Gerry did, sealing her fate. “You’re mine.” Smoke poured from Gerry’s snout as she spoke, and Daphne, only a few inches away, gasped. She started to pull back in surprise, but it was too late. The skunk’s gigantic tail had already slid between her legs and was pushing down with tremendous force. Completely unprepared for this, Daphne fell forward, right until the skunk’s grasp. Gerry’s lips opened into the same “o” that Daphne’s occupied, and suddenly smoke flooded the girl’s body. It filled her mouth, her lungs-It felt like it was fogging up her brain. She started to sputter and tried to pull back, but the skunk’s grip was too strong, and smoke whirled around and within her until the skunk had nothing left to give. Daphne didn’t know when she fell on the floor. Just a second ago right? It was all so blurry, everything was so blurry, hazy. The smoke in the room was getting out of control, or so she thought. She could still see the large orange shape that had to be Gerry laying back on the couch, giggling to herself. “What’d, what’s, what?” Daphne tried hard to make sense of space and time, but everything felt so weird. Or maybe she was weird. Was she? She felt weird. Gerry didn’t seem eager to provide an explanation either, just watching her through the haze. “Whathhh. What? Howth thith….What!?” Daphne continued to try and exclamate, but in addition to her body getting heavier (and without the warm relaxation that hypnosis would bring), now every “s” sound she tried to make was getting heavy too. Which was weird, because her jaw was feeling stronger than ever before? She opened it wide and then suddenly snapped it, feeling like a mousetrap. “Oh, so you’re noticing.” It took every ounce of concentration that Daphne had to parse the skunk’s sentence, even though Daphne was sure she was speaking loud and clear. Something was distracting her, something was moving through her body. A vibration! Coming from the skunk’s foot, tapping on the ground. She set low to the ground to sneak up on it, and that’s when she noticed at least part of the reason why she was getting so heavy. Just an hour ago her breasts were petite. They fit comfortably into her shirt, which she now realized was ripped and lying in tatters nearby. On the ground were huge, ballooning tits, so big and fat she actually, well, she couldn’t get closer to the ground. Where she was before was as close as she could get. Now she was really worried about what the skunk was doing to her.