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[b][u][center]The Sexual Inductor 3

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

After a bucket of water to the face, Chikere was able to think clearly again. Mostly. Kind of. She wasn’t wanting to stare at her brother’s boner anymore, and that was the important thing, all things considered.

[i]I shouldn’t want that ever, at all, ever,[/i] she thought, rubbing her hand under her nose to try and keep those pheromones from hitting her again. She would have worn a mask if she had known how to improvise one, but there was no time to try and figure that out now. She had a mission, and she needed to get it done.

Her brother had finally finished toweling off from his workout, so she wasn’t as affected by the pheromones in the air. It wasn’t that Kellan himself smelled that good, either. It was the fact that he’d kept drinking that black-market Rhino Brew, which meant that his dick…

[i]God, why am I thinking about that again?[/i]

Because it was right there, probably, and because despite everything, it was still putting off pheromones from the workout that made her loins twitch and itch and need something inside them. She growled under her breath, shifting and fidgeting on the couch and doing her best not to stare at that animalistic bulge in her brother’s pants.

“So, you said you needed help? I’m guessing it’s not just the way that you’re acting so weird.”

“Blame Allie for that,” she muttered.

“More of her experiments?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“She always was completely mad.”

“You’re telling me…” She sighed. “But yeah, it’s something to do with her.”

“Yeah? What kind of trouble is she in this time?”

“Cult trouble.”

Kellan groaned, and she nodded in sympathy. It wasn’t the first time that the gnome’s mechanical ability had attracted the attention of people less than savory, and she knew that it wouldn’t be the last. She also knew that it wasn’t the first time that she’d had to go looking for the old party so that they could have a chance to get her to safety again, and she had no real reason to expect help again.

Except for the fact that Kellan was her brother, and he still cared about what she cared about.

Her brother grumbled under his breath as he slipped into a pair of leather trousers, rubbing the back of his neck. He was obviously trying to find a way to justify saying no and struggling to find it, shaking his head and grumping and grunting again and again. It made him seem all the more bestial, now that she thought about it.

She wished she hadn’t thought about it.

Pressing her thighs together and doing her best to ignore the biological response going on down there, she shook her head.

“It’s a small thing. Some kinda make-believe sex cult that’s trying to get a machine to break people. The problem is, the machine works, and Allie took it to them to sell it off. She’s probably in the machine now, since this cult’s all a bunch of nutcases.”

“…How do you know it works?” he asked in the middle of pulling his shirt on.

She arched an eyebrow, and he groaned.

“Right. You’re her favorite test subject.”

“Unfortunately.”

She smiled slightly, only for that smile to turn into something else as her brother struggled to get into his shirt. He might have toweled down, but he was still pretty damn hot to look at. Dark skin still shone against the low light of the room, reflecting everything, and she bit her lip as she wondered how that might taste further down –

SMACK!

Kellan blinked as he pulled his shirt on the rest of the way, and Chikere groaned as she rubbed her cheek where she’d slapped herself.

“That bad?” he asked.

“You have no idea.”

“…I know where to find Andrei.”

“Thanks. And thanks for helping.”

“Doing it for you, sis. Not Allie. She’s burned enough bridges with this bullshit.”

“I know.”

“…Let’s go. Before you start staring at me down there again.”

“…”

She wished that she could say that it was more embarrassing to be caught out for that than it was, but it would be lying.

#

Allie screamed as the machine switched programs again, this time going from sucking on her clit to moving down to her pussy again. Her breasts continued to swell, becoming so large that they were utterly ridiculous, almost becoming something akin to the udders that some of the old fertility goddesses sported on their statues. The blue-haired gnome was barely holding herself together right then, and having even more assets to swing around weren’t helping her sanity right at that point.

The only relief that she had was that the clit sucker had finally stopped pulling on her, but she doubted that meant anything good. The machine wasn’t designed to be merciful. Edging, sometimes, pushing someone to beg for the climax that they’d been denied, and sometimes indulging, what with the number of orgasms that it could milk from people, but merciful? Never.

She hung in the restraints within the box, panting and huffing, her feet sweating up a storm and – wait, were they changing too? She swore that they were getting more sensitive than before. Scales? Or something else? Something was definitely forming down there on the bottom of her feet, though she couldn’t tell what it was.

[i]Goddammit…[/i]

The feeling of transformation, sensitizing work, and more in the box were all things that she had expected, but she couldn’t track them the way that she wanted. It was as if there were hundreds of different little things happening at once, and without the opportunity to look in the box, all she could do was guess at what was happening to her.

Certainly, ‘Lord’ Densharr and his cat-people around her weren’t being very helpful, not with the way that they kept staring through the windows and ooh-ing and ahh-ing.

“Wow, look at how big she’s getting.”

“Forget the boobs, look at that clit.”

“I’m not sure that’s a clit anymore.”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s dripping. Think it’s got a nice bit of cream?”

The gnome groaned under her breath again, clenching her hands tightly into fists inside of the machine. If she had a minute, just a minute outside of the damn box, she would have taught them a lesson. As it stood –

“NNNNGH!”

The suction around her breasts continued, and she was definitely lactating at this point. She could feel the warmth of the milk coming out of her nipples and spreading around her boobs before being sucked away properly by the machine. Her nipples felt bigger and heavier, and definitely tighter and tenser than they had been, too.

[i]Fuck…fuck…[/i]

She could feel her juices flowing down her legs off and on, but it was more than that now. Something else was happening as a suction device was placed against her sex, and she could feel more potions coming down, making her pussy lips tingle. The gnome bit her lips, trying to hold back the moans, but it was getting harder and harder to do that.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

She panted, and ‘Lord’ Densharr leaned in. She could feel him trying to push his cock against her face, but the big box made it hard for him to do that without straddling it. Eventually, the cat-man pulled his cock out with a grumble, giving it a few strokes.

“You are breaking,” he muttered. “Soon, you will be ours.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

“It looks good, doesn’t it?”

The cat shook his cock over her head, and she hated the fact that he was right. It was her own machine making her hungry for it, her own machine making her want to have that dick in her mouth, or better, between her legs, or to have her cock-sized clit rammed down his throat and fuck his face like the little son-of-a-bitch that he was –

“NNNNGH!”

The suction on her pussy was pulling it, shaping it. She had a clit-cock, and now, she was starting to get something else down there. Something less gnomish. Something more…

Bestial.

[i]Where the fuck are you, Chikere?[/i]

#

“He’s doing opera now?” Chikere asked, blinking as they stood outside the music hall. “I wouldn’t have expected that…”

“He’s always been a showboat,” her brother muttered, shaking his head. “Come on.”

“Coming on.”

And hopefully not on him, she thought before she pushed that image to the back of her mind. No, no, no, [i]no.[/i] She was not going to be tempted by that. They were on a rescue mission, not a fuck-a-thon.

As they pushed past the big wooden door, Chikere was a bit surprised to see a reasonably well-off theater. Many seats were gathered, plush but well-supported, and the stage was fairly large. There were apprentices in the rafters casting different light spells to keep the performers well-lit, and the performers themselves…

Well, they were hamming it up, and none more so than Andrei.

She picked him out immediately. Paler than either her or her brother, he had the benefit of a little dragon heritage, something that you could see in the blue glints on his hands as he gesticulated wildly on the stage. The human covered his eyes as if to hide his tears, but continued to be as hammy as possible as he whimpered and moaned through his supposed misery.

Brother and sister rolled their eyes at the display, unable to think of anything other than ‘typical.’

They walked down the center aisle to the main stage, and as the ‘star’ pulled his hand down from his eyes, he saw them. The sudden delight on his face made Chikere wonder if he’d been having much in the way of audiences lately, and wondered if he had ever been worth playing the bard in the party they used to have.

“Chikere! Kellan! Long time, no see. Take twenty, every! I have friends visiting!”

“Just get off the damn stage, Andrei!”

That was from a half-elf further back, and the human immediately yelped and leaped down from the front. The sudden retreat was just extreme enough for Chikere to have to stifle a laugh, and her brother was left in a similar boat. They took some seats further back, towards the middle of the room, and Andrei came over to join them, swishing as he did.

“Hmmph. So ungrateful,” he muttered.

“I’m guessing you’re not the star you were pretending to be?” she asked.

“I am [i]a[/i] star, though perhaps not theirs. The fools.”

He waved them off with a slightly limp-wristed swish of his hand, though she knew that same gesture could have thrown a number of different spells that were anything but limp. She shook her head a few times, leaning back.

“I need to ask a favor.”

“Oh? Dear, do name it.”

“We need to rescue Allie again.”

“…Oh, dear, I thought it’d be something [i]new.[/i]” Andrei shook his head. “Sorry, but if it’s not something a little more interesting than that, I’m afraid I’m booked solid.”

“Hey, light-boy. Get in the rafters!” the half-elf shouted from the stage.

“In a [i]minute,[/i] Deirdre!” Andrei shouted back. “I have [i]friends[/i] visiting. You would know what that’s like if you weren’t this old shrew!”

“I hired you for a job, so fucking do it!”

“In a minute!”

Chikere and Kellan looked at each other. This was more familiar than either of them wanted to admit, considering all their time that they had with the drama queen on the road. He was always getting into trouble, always trying to ham it up, always believing that he was the gods’ gift to the stage and life. He hadn’t been, and he still wasn’t, but it was still always on this line between utter exasperation to have to deal with him on a personal matter and having to watch others deal with his utter insanity.

In this case, it was more of the latter, and if it wasn’t for such a serious situation, she might have been laughing at it. At the very least, it kept her from thinking of her brother right then.

“It’s new enough, Andrei,” she said.

“Oh, please. You can only rescue the gnome so many times before it becomes boring, no, [i]pedestrian.[/i]”

“She’s our friend.”

“Pardon me, dear, but she’s [i]your[/i] friend. I merely knew her on my trip to greatness,” he said, rolling the ‘r’ at the beginning of the word. “And now, I have made it to the big time.”

“You mean a big-time light show?” Kellan asked.

“…It’s the start of the big-time. When they realize my talents, all will be well.”

They were getting nowhere with this. She reached down to her pocket, pulling out the letter that Allie had left her. The address on the back was at least something. And as ever, Andrei leaned over like the nosy man he was.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“Where she’s being held.”

“Oh, [i]there![/i] In that case, I’m coming.”

“…Wha?” Chikere blinked. “Since when does a change of venue get your attention?”

“One, dear, all the world might be a stage, but not all stages are made equal to one another. Two, I know where this is, and I know this guy.”

“Well, that’s something,” Kellan said, crossing his arms. “Some old coot that can’t hear right that told you how good you are?”

“An old woman, actually, and a date that stood me up. Me. Me! Can you believe it?”

[i]Yes,[/i] Chikere thought, but she didn’t bother saying it out loud. She was getting what she wanted, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to rock the boat if she didn’t have to. Nodding at the performer, she got to her feet.

“Meet you there?”

“Certainly. I only need to give my resignation.”

“Resignation? But it’s just –”

“Darling, darling, don’t you understand? It’s another chance for a big break. I can’t be tied down here. I might actually get, oh, an [i]offer.[/i]”

…Bards. Just…bards.

“See you there, Andrei.”

As they left, she couldn’t help but rub her forehead. The whole thing was getting out of hand, but at least now they had three people on the job. Provided that they could get in without being seen or trapped, that might be enough. Get Allie out of the box, get her out of a bolt hole while they used their skills to cover the retreat, and they could be out in public again in short order. That would get the city guard involved, the cult arrested for kidnapping and unwilling modification, and…

Well, then they’d be in court, but better in court than in a fight.

She glanced at her brother as they left the theater, smiling slightly.

“So, uh…you ready?”

“Yeah, just about.”

“Just about?”

“I think I’m not the only one putting off pheromones.”

“Oh?” Chikere blushed, her legs suddenly pulling together. “Oh. S-sorry.”

“Yeah, um…you mind walking on the other side of the street? It’s kinda…”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Sorry, too.”

The siblings split, but she couldn’t quite help glancing down as she did. Damn, that was a big dick.

#

The ‘hideout’ of the cult was in a retirement neighborhood, the sort of place where the little old ladies of the city eventually moved to when their families decided that they didn’t want them around anymore. Chikere was rather surprised, but she supposed that the cheap bastards that formed these fake cults were probably low on cash. They’d take any way of saving money they could get, she supposed.

With Kellan behind her and Andrei at her side – and the latter dressed up in the flashiest robes that she had ever seen, and, was that glitter, surely not – they were hardly the most impressive adventuring party. They had barely managed to get a few quests done when they were actively trying, and they’d all split due to feeling that they weren’t really that good at it. Well, most of them. Andrei had his own delusions.

“I think we could go through the front door. I can charm the little old lady living here, and then we can go through the basement and –”

“And run right into a wall of cultists,” Kellan said. “No way in hell. And that’s if your charm spells work.”

“I [i]beg[/i] your pardon, but they have never failed me.”

“Never failed you in getting knocked on your ass,” her brother muttered.

“I got what I wanted, and so did you. That’s progress. That’s skill.”

“Both of you, be quiet,” Chikere muttered.

She glanced at the far side of the house, past the low fence and near the little flower garden. There were quite a few footprints over there, more than just the two people living in the house would justify. She imagined that there was probably a trapdoor over there, and one that probably wasn’t being watched.

“There,” she nodded.

“What, in the dirt?” Andrei complained.

“What, afraid of losing that rainbow shine?” Kellan asked, chuckling. “Come on.”

“Hmmph. Barbarians.”

She ignored that, joining her brother in crossing the street. Thankfully, there was a high enough wind that they weren’t both being affected at the same time, though every time it changed, she felt the pheromones coming from him affecting her in an entirely different way. Her thighs felt wetter than they should be, and god, she wanted to take some time to just get rid of that need down there.

She also felt a need to slap Allie silly, and she clung to it. That would be doable at the end of this.

There was nobody to stop them from hopping the fence and walking through the backyard. Kellan and Andrei started looking around, while Chikere paused, pulling off her boots.

“What are you doing?” Kellan asked.

“Asking the plants.”

“With your feet?”

“Better than my mouth.”

Wiggling her toes, Chikere reminded herself of the proper spell. It had been a while since she’d used this on a wider scale, but they didn’t have time to play twenty questions with the different plants across the garden. They didn’t have eyes, only roots, and so she needed to work with them in a different way than she would have worked with people.

Stomping her foot into the wet earth and feeling the damp ground pushing up between her toes, she extended her magic in the ground. It echoed and pulsed as she reached out, touching the different plants around her with a question.

[i]Where does it hurt? Where does it go dark?[/i]

It was a simple question, but plants had simple minds. And they also had simple responses. She felt them pointing to a patch of earth beneath a window in the house, and she nodded to herself, pulling her foot back and putting it back in her boot.

“Over there,” she said.

“What, here?”

Andrei knelt down, running his hands over the grass, only to pause when he pulled a bit of looped, knotted rope from the ground.

“…Really? So…so base. So obvious.”

“That’s good for us,” Kellan said.

“Yes, but…god, and to think I was planning on dating this man.”

“You still could.”

“Yes, but why? He obviously has no respect for theatre.”

“Means his standards are low enough to tolerate you,” Kellan muttered.

“What was that?!”

“Just open the damn door,” Chikere muttered as she dragged her boot back on.

“Fine, fine. Here we go.”

The trap door opened just fine, and it led down into darkness, just as they had all expected. The various adventurers looked at one another, then began the descent. It was long, dark, and dull, without traps of any sorts. Andrei, as usual, was the only one to complain.

#

Allie was on the verge of utterly cracking. She couldn’t see herself, but she could feel it. Her breasts were three times the size of any other gnomish woman’s, and she had a hard, throbbing dick that was grinding up against a glass barrier inside of the box. Her pussy had been warped, turned into something vaguely equine, and her asshole was slowly being sucked back by another puffing, sucking tube.

[i]Nnngh…ah…ah…ah…[/i]

Her toes curled slightly, but the ‘pain’ from the heat below them had become pleasure. The slight torment that her soles were going through had turned erotic sometime ago, and she knew that something had been done to them. Something hard. Not scales, she realized, but something else. Hoof-toes? Or something like that, perhaps, something that fit with the vaguely equine shapes that her pussy and her ass were taking on, and that her clit-cock had actually done, from how broad the head felt now.

“Mmmph…nngh…”

“She’s close, my brothers,” ‘Lord’ Densharr said, gesturing to her. “Soon, she will break, becoming nothing more than our greatest convert. Socothbenoth will be pleased.”

[i]Fuck Sucky-Benny, I just want…mmmph…just want…just want…[/i]

She didn’t know what she wanted. She had held onto the idea of escape for a long time now, but what did she want after escaping? Allie had never thought about that part, had never gotten further, and now, now she didn’t know. All she knew was that the box was wrong and that she needed to be out of the box.

She strained, but there was nothing that she could do from inside. Her breasts went ‘pop’ as the suction cups pulled free, and she felt the weight of them against her chest and shoulders, only made better by the support that the bindings inside gave her. She groaned as her cock was pushed back, letting it rest against the undersides of them, contributing to the heated pleasure that came from being so wet and slippery inside the box.

Sweaty. Wet. Slippery. Thirsty.

And not just for dick.

“W-water…”

It was a cracked voice to go with the cracked moans that continued to escape from her throat. Everything was drying out, but everything needed more. Much more. And despite the risk of being filled with even more aphrodisiacs – or perhaps because of it – the gnome begged for water from a cult that had every reason to make it harder for her.

The white cat that led them nodded, and one of the other felines came forward, offering her a cup of water. A cup of water that he started pouring over his dick. She whimpered, but bit back her protests. She opened her mouth, letting the dribbles fall in, tasting cock in the water and shivering. It only added to the hunger that she felt for something living rather than the machine continuing its inducements.

But the water kept her from drying out as much, and that was for the best.

Allie leaned her head back, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, her mind going as the machine continued to alter her, pound her, tease her. Her nipples were pinched, flicked, twisted, still squirting milk all over the place –

Still squirting milk all over the place.

The milk wasn’t being sucked away anymore. The programs were doing all kinds of wrong things, which meant that the cream was being sprayed into very sensitive mechanisms. That would either amp things up or damage it completely –

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

No, no, it was amping things up, and horribly. Something was jammed into her new pussy, ripping through her new virginity as well. She screamed as she was pushed upwards, fucked hard by a machine that was starting to overheat. Babbling gibberish words that made no sense were ripped from her lips, and she wasn’t sure if she was cumming or just losing her mind to the machine.

She didn’t even hear the shouts coming from the far side of the room.

#

The air at the bottom of the steps stank of sex, and it was sufficient to drive Chikere right up the wall. She struggled to keep moving at the back of the group, and only hoped that Kellan didn’t notice.

She could smell the scent of Allie getting off down there, because who could miss that horny gnome smell, but it was more than that. It was the thick scent of a bunch of cat-men, too, and if she had been aroused by her brother’s rhino smell, just him, then she was on the verge of losing her mind to the thicker smell of that many animal people moving around.

Images were dancing in her head of being overwhelmed, of being forced down to her hands and knees to take it in two holes at once, or even three. She imagined the cat-men stripping her, throwing her against the wall and fucking her one by one, turning her into the toy that Allie was slowly becoming.

[i]Gods…no…[/i]

But at the same time, gods, yes.

With her sex dripping all over her thighs, she was barely able to focus on the path ahead. She tried to think of Allie, tried to think of her friend being helpless, needing a rescue. She thought…

She thought of the gnome getting all those barbed cocks, and she started to feel more than slightly jealous.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH”

Then the scream ripped through the underground, and they moved as one. They might not all like each other, but they had been conditioned as a party, and that meant that they knew how to move like one.

Kellan lunged forward first, kicking open the door at the bottom of the stairs. He was quick, she had to give her brother that. He was through, swinging a metal quarterstaff around. Four of the twenty or so felines down there went down in that surprise attack, while the others backed off from the doorway, giving them room to enter.

Andrei, on the other hand, almost seemed to dance past her brother, a pair of daggers in hand as he vaulted around the majority of the cat-men. He even did a cartwheel around two of them before taking stance before the ‘lord’ of this little cult.

“Densharr, long time no see,” the former bard said.

“You? How did – how did you find out where I lived?”

“Oh, your mother was [i]very[/i] happy to find someone willing to date you.”

“I have standards!”

“I [i]set[/i] the standard, you bastard!”

Chikere rolled her eyes. They were engaged in a battle more of barbs and wits than anything else. Then again, what did she really expect from a bard battle with someone that he wanted to –

“Sneak attack!”

One of the cat-men almost caught her, but him shouting that at the top of his lungs gave her a last-second warning. Chikere whipped around, dodging the dagger that was coming for her sides, and managed to bring her knee up in the cat’s face. It sent him falling back, leaving his robes open and his boner exposed.

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

The scent coming off of it was almost enough to tempt her onto her hands and knees to give it some attention, but the other cat-men coming her way kept her on her feet. Shakily on her feet, but the fact that they were all horned up and blue-balled from staring at Allie this whole time meant that they weren’t fighting very well, either.

She and Kellan pushed forward, her brother doing the majority of the work while she kept the cat-men from getting him from behind. Chikere’s magic was limited, but she was able to summon small creepers through the floor, and used them to bind the feet of some of the cat-men from time to time. It wasn’t much, but it kept them from dancing away from Kellan’s staff, or from sneaking up on the pair of them.

But they were only halfway through the cult when the machine box finally opened.

Everybody stopped at that moment to stare at the gnome that fell out from the steaming, sparking insides. It wasn’t the Allie that had been thrown in, not by a long shot. Her breasts had become huge, huge enough to cup the horse shaft that sprung up from between her legs and give it a titjob with every move she made. Her hips were wide, thick as hell, and she looked like she would jiggle with every step.

Her pussy was wet enough to be soaking her thighs even more than Chikere’s soaked hers, and her feet had become somewhere between feet and hooves. Her toes were blackened at the tips, and they clicked when they hit the floor, making her think that her soles had been either calloused or otherwise mutated.

The gnome panted as she pulled herself upright, and for a moment, Chikere wondered if they could just grab her and run.

But then, Allie started pulling things from inside the machine. Needles, potion vials, and more.

And then, she smiled.

“It feels so good…so good…have to make [i]you[/i] feel this good. Sucky-Benny will make you all…feel good…”

[i]…Shit.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: As Allie continues to be affected by the machine, Chikere takes her brother and goes to find someone else that can help them save the gnome. It’s…quite silly, but will that be enough to fight the cultists?

Tags: F/solo, M/F, gnome, human, cat-folk, catfolk, bondage, transformation, cock growth, pussy transformation, donut, equine, rescue, magic, vaginal, musk, pheromones, incestual attraction, miniseries, corruption,