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[b][u][center]Capers at the Cottage

Part 2

For dreamkeeperwolf

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

Specter was lost in the glow of his girlfriend’s eyes, feeling himself falling deeper and deeper into the green. This time, however, rather than losing himself entirely and all awareness of the world around him, he found himself…maintaining something. An awareness was there, something that allowed him to see the rest of the world, though he couldn’t do anything to it or with it.

Katie leaned in, lifting him up and holding him to her chest. He felt her body, warm and soft, and while there was some part of him that wanted to shy away, that part was held in chains in the back of his mind, too quiet, too gagged to be able to speak for or to the rest of him. He stared straight ahead, looking into the green of her eyes as she transformed for him, losing the illusion of humanity around her, taking on the muzzle of a fox, the soft fur of a vixen, and the…the large breasts of a woman that was too inhuman to care for modesty.

Her tails wrapped around him from behind, holding him close, keeping him resting against her. She had her arms around his shoulders, her tails around his waist, and due to their height difference, his chin rested on her breasts and his feet didn’t even touch the ground. And she kept looking him in the eye, shaking her head slowly.

“I’m so sorry, dear…I’m so sorry that it has to be like this.”

“…”

“You’ll understand. I’m doing this for us. For everyone.”

Specter didn’t understand in that moment, but he knew that there would be no explanation needed. Somehow, he knew that he would…he would obey…as he had already done once before.

The idols…

The thought came to him, only to be washed away under that sea of green light. The soft glow in Katie’s eyes kept him spellbound as she held him, even as she leaned in to kiss his forehead. The feeling of muzzle-lips rather than human ones felt wrong, but right. Right, but wrong.

“I’ll explain why I’m doing this. I promise. But for now, just do what you’re told, okay? Just for a little bit longer, and then things will be done.”

“…”

“Here.”

She lowered him to the ground once more, the snow crunching under his boots. She reached into a pocket that he could barely see, pulling out a series of tiles. Each one was marked differently, but despite not knowing the letters himself, he could almost feel where they were supposed to be. The kitchen, the bedrooms, the four points of the house, and the top and the bottom. They were destined for those places.

But why?

Katie forced him to close his hands into fists around the tiles, pulling his hands into hers as she looked him in the eye. She looked…sad, he realized. Sad, but nonetheless determined with whatever it was that she had planned.

“It’ll all make sense later. Now, go.”

She gave him a little push, and he was walking…and falling. Falling deeper into his own mind.

#

There were moments when he was lucid again, but they were brief, and they passed too quickly for him to do anything with them. He would wake for a moment or two, his eyes wide, his understanding of the situation there, but just long enough to place the tile. It always happened when he was putting the tile down, when some kind of magic left him and went into that one spot.

Specter would try, would try hard to turn around and take the tile back, but his body was already moving in a different direction, already obeying other orders. What could he do, he wondered? What could he…

And then he would slip, and the green would overtake him once more, pulling him back beneath that calming blanket. There was no need, after all, to try so hard and feel so tired.

Bit by bit, the tiles were placed, and by the end of it, the house felt…different. The cottage had always felt warm and welcoming, but this time, it felt as though there was something else going on, something that felt…binding. Specter couldn’t have said what it was if he tried; he was too out of his own head. All he knew was that it concentrated the warming feeling inside his skull, making him feel all the better to stay in the green light that remained in his head.

Task accomplished, he returned to the bedroom, as he remembered being ordered. There, sitting on the bed, [i]naked[/i], was Katie. She had shifted back to her human illusion, and she smiled at him.

“Come to me…”

He couldn’t stop himself. In the back of his mind, he remembered that something was off, but the green kept it from coming forward, kept him from thinking about what it might be. To Specter, there was just the lovely woman in front of him…

[i]Woman…[/i]

The word felt wrong, but he couldn’t think of why. It was just…it was Katie. His girlfriend. That was all.

She was naked.

She wanted him…close…

His cheeks burned. It was always like this when they were intimate; it was never something that he could entirely believe, considering how he was so short, how he was a mute, how he never spoke and didn’t stand out. He didn’t feel that he entirely deserved her, but she was always there, always interested, always eager to be with him.

She gently guided him between her legs, having him stand there so she could give him a kiss, then gently pushed down on his shoulders. Soon, he was kneeling between her legs, and she reached down to gently stroke a finger across her sex.

“Do you see this, Specter?”

He nodded. How could he not?

“I need some help for this part.”

Specter nodded, looking at her sex, at how it was already so slippery, so wet. She had never been quite like this before. It felt…new…and she smelled…so nice…

[i]It’s not…right…not…normal…[/i]

Something felt like it was on the verge of breaking through, but once more, she stroked his cheek with her hand, and he slipped further down. She gently nudged his hands to either side of her sex, resting his fingers on her thighs.

“I want you to rub me. I want you to tease me. Help me, dear.”

“…”

“Help me be good and wet…and collect it in that.”

Pointing with a leg, she indicated a couple of cups. They were like tea-cups, the sort of shallow, disk-like ones that might have been used further off in the world. He cocked his head to the side, not understanding.

“I [i]will[/i] explain. I promise. Just do this for me. Don’t taste, don’t touch the wet parts, but rub around it. I promise, I’ll explain when this is done.”

“…”

[i]Explain…promise…[/i]

There was something there, something that he needed to push through. He could feel it right there, right on the other side of the green wall that stretched across more and more of his mind. It was almost free –

And then she looked him in the eyes again. He lost himself there, falling into her stare, and his hands started moving. Little fingers teasing, prodding, gently rubbing along her damp spot. She moaned for him, and he lost himself.

#

Once more, he came back, this time in the kitchen, this time pouring water – no, tea – into the same cups that were…were they from some collection that he had brought with him? No, Katie had brought these.

[i]More gifts?[/i]

Specter remembered giving out other gifts. Idols, yes. Katie had brought little idols back from her trip to Japan that he had helped her hand out to the rest of the family, to Jamie and Ollow and the others. It was…

It was…

He had a headache, he realized, and a growing one that refused to stop. He rubbed his forehead, wincing as he tried to think through the pain, but it just didn’t work. He couldn’t get it to go down again, and he stopped trying. Almost immediately, the ache began to ease, and it went further and further away the more that he did the normal, mundane thing of pouring the tea for the rest of the group.

[i]Why…[/i]

The start of the question brought a warning twinge of discomfort, and he shook his head. There was nothing…nothing that he could do about that. He needed to just take the tea to the others, to make sure that they got their drink. It wasn’t a good idea to think about why, right then. He would talk to Katie about it later.

Katie.

Explanation.

Promises.

That felt right and wrong at the same time, but by that point, he knew better not to question it. It was better to go along with it, to pretend that it was fine, and then bury it until later. No more headaches that way.

When the tea-pot was empty, he gathered up the two cups that needed to go to Jamie and Victoria. This…

This one was for them.

He didn’t know why that was the case, didn’t know how he knew it, but he knew it deep down in his heart. He picked up the tray and started walking.

#

“I’m telling you, something’s up.”

Jamie didn’t like even bringing that up, but he couldn’t just keep it buried any longer. Something had happened, and considering how much crap had already happened to Spec, he wasn’t going to let anything else hurt his cousin.

“Are you sure that you’re not overreacting?” Victoria asked.

“Completely.”

“Completely?”

“…Okay, 95% sure.”

“What’s the 5% holding you back?” she asked.

“Not wanting to fuck up his relationship if I’m wrong.”

Jamie paced back and forth from one side of the bedroom to the other, his hands clasped behind his back and his head down as he tried to sort this whole mystery out. It was one of the only ways that he could keep himself from getting too lost in his own head when things like this happened; keeping physical kept him focused.

When Spec had come up to give them the gifts, something had been wrong. He’d dismissed it at first, not wanting to make his cousin feel awkward, but there’d been…a twitch. Not a big one, just a little one, but it was one of those things that you noticed and wondered if someone hadn’t been paying attention. He remembered it clearly; his cousin had been offering them a wolf idol, something that was rather well-carved, and had even been giving them a little explanation as to what it was…

And then he’d just twitched, almost like he was waking up. But he’d been awake, completely present, and then…

Something was off.

Something was really, really off.

Pace, pace, pace, back and forth he went, while Victoria waited for him on the bed, reclined back in a bathrobe. Her hair was slicked back from a late-night bath, and she smiled at him as he kept following that one line back and forth across the room.

Finally, he turned back to her, noticed the smile, and chuckled.

“What?”

“You’re adorable when you’re concerned.”

“I can’t help it. He’s my cousin.”

“I know, I know. But he’s an adult. He can take care of himself.”

“…You’d be surprised.”

But it was a little more than that, though he didn’t want to admit it. If something had happened to Spec, if someone had gotten to him and gotten him like that, then that meant that there were anthros involved. That was dangerous enough, since anyone exposed to them ran the risk of a murdered identity and being turned, but…

Well, Spec had always been isolated. He never went out and about as a general rule. Hell, Jamie was half-sure that his cousin and Katie had met online or something, because there was no way that his cousin was brave enough to venture into the dating pool and find her out there. Once the danger times hit, once it was discovered that anthros were basically hunting down human partners to convert, he knew Specter had gone into isolation, complete isolation, and had barely left his apartment for anything.

If someone had gotten to Spec, that meant that it had to be someone that was close to him. And that meant someone in the Cottage.

[i]It’s not me, and it’s not Victoria,[/i] he thought. [i]And I don’t think Ollow could pull that off…[/i]

His brother was a metal-head, someone that wore his feelings on his sleeve. If someone had changed him, altered him, then there was no way that he wouldn’t notice that. Ollow had too many annoying mannerisms for someone else to imitate for long, and more to the point, Ollow as a converted anthro just didn’t make sense.

And…surely they’d know…

[i]Unless it was one of the sneaky ones…[/i]

Jamie had heard of some anthro species that could all but hide in plain sight, and if one of them were involved…

[i]Shit…[/i]

But if it wasn’t him, Ollow, or Victoria, then that meant that there were only two possibilities: Lilla and Katie. And he knew from Ollow that Lilla had been busy with him for a while.

[i]That leaves – [/i]

Knock, knock.

He glanced up. Victoria, who had been in the process of taking off her bathrobe, pulled it tight against her again with embarrassment.

“Who’d be here this late?” she asked.

“Who do you think?” Jamie said.

It had to be Spec. The little guy was the only one that wouldn’t have said something with the knock. More worried than he’d been in years, he hustled to the bedroom door and pulled it open.

It was his cousin, alright, the little guy looking up at him with a tray in his hands. Little tea-cups, little steaming things that were offered as a gift, but that wasn’t where his focus went. Instead, he stared at his cousin, at the blank eyes that were staring up at him. He had missed that the first time, had missed the way that Specter had been completely blank there when they were talking before.

“Spec?”

Tap-tap, tap-tap-tap went his cousin’s fingers on the tray.

[i]I thought you might like some tea.[/i]

“I’m fine, but you’re not.”

[i]I am fine.[/i]

“Yeah, right. Look at you. You’re not even –”

[i]Would – would you like – like some tea?[/i]

Okay, now he knew that something was wrong. Spec might have been a nervous person, but he had never ‘stuttered’ or repeated himself in morse-code before. He had always been precise, focused on his words when he used that, probably as a way of making up for not being the most vocal person the rest of the time. He was shaking, too.

“Come in. Let’s talk, okay?”

He pulled at the tray, surprised when his cousin gripped it so tightly that it refused to come loose. There was the tiniest shake of the head, too, almost like Spec was trying to tell him something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t get it.

“Just…come in…here…”

If he could get his cousin in the room, they could talk this out. If he could get him away from Katie, they could figure out what was going on. And then –

“Come in!”

He pulled the tray one more time, and Spec let go. The tea-cups went flying through the air, some little bit of it falling on him, while the other went flying over his shoulder towards the other side of the room.

Gasping in shock, he grabbed for his shirt, pulling it off. It was halfway off his chest before he realized that the tea, despite steaming, hadn’t burned him. That…that was weird. And not the way that stuff was supposed to work. He blinked, touching his chest, running his finger along where the skin should have been damaged, or at least marked from the heat, and found nothing.

“What the…”

“Oh…oooooh…”

“Victoria?”

Jamie turned, hearing Spec run off. His cousin’s cheeks flashed a bright red before he left Jamie’s line of sight, but then –

“Oh…”

It was easy to forget his cousin for a moment as Jamie laid eyes on his girlfriend. Her bathrobe had fallen open, and her mouth hung open in a deep, moaning pant for breath. Her breasts were on display, and as she spread her legs slightly, so was everything else.

“You…”

Jamie groaned, a surge of arousal running through him. It started with heat from where the tea splashed him, and it ran through him from there, soaking through his skin and getting into his blood. It left him gasping in only a few seconds, and his pants tented in the front as his girlfriend groped herself, her hands going straight to her breasts and squeezing them. Her eyes looked wild, and she…she…

“I need you…”

Her voice was soft, but there was a growl to it, a feral need that he had never heard from her before. She got off the bed, making her way for him with her hands outstretched. He stumbled forward, pulled along by some strange tug in his cock, something that felt like he’d been hooked by it.

[i]Something…something’s…[/i]

There was something wrong, something that shouldn’t be happening. But Victoria…

She looked so sexy as she pulled herself out of bed, out of her bathrobe. She kept one hand on her breasts, and the other reached right for his pants. As she unzipped him, as she pulled his cock into her hand and started jerking it hard, he groaned.

No, he growled.

“Nnngh…I need you, too,” Jamie muttered.

“Come here…”

“No…here!”

He shoved her, and she turned as she fell, landing on her stomach with her ass pointing back. He grabbed her by the hips, his shaft sliding between her legs. She was wet enough that he’d need no lube, he knew that much. He panted as he felt her slippery sex clenching against the head of his shaft as he got closer, knowing that she’d be squeezing the whole thing in a few seconds.

“Mmmph…take me,” she whispered.

“I’m going to take you, alright…and I’m going to make you howl…”

Howl.

Something about that felt right, though he had no idea why. All he knew was that it felt right to say, felt good to get out. She pushed back against him, and he pushed forward. They met, sliding together, and they moaned as they filled and were filled at the same time.

“Don’t you dare pull out this time,” Victoria panted.

“Mmmph…condoms…”

“Don’t want them.”

“Heh…”

“I want you to fill me…claim me…”

“Mmmph…well…if you want to risk kids…”

Kids…

Breed…

It was a feral need that seized him in that moment, and he embraced it. He moaned as he slammed in as hard as his hips would allow, forcing his cock good and deep in that moment. Far as he could slam it in, further than ever before, feeling his balls slap against her and feeling the wetness, the need that he had always been a condom away from before. This…this was natural, this was bliss.

And as he rutted her, as she slammed her hips back in utter, wanton need, neither of them noticed the growth of thick fur along their chests and back, along their arms and legs. And neither of them noticed the glowing eyes of the wolf idol in the corner of the room…

#

Specter tried to flee the cottage, but there was no way out. He ran for the front door, only to find it sealed against him. He beat his fists against it, trying to shove them open, but they refused to part. All that he managed was making his hands sore from the impact, and he soon gave up, leaning against the only way out.

The windows would be no good. If the door wouldn’t open, even while unlocked, then the windows were sealed, too. He didn’t know how, or why, he knew that, but he did. It was like…like…

He had a mental image for a moment, something to do with tiles, something that had been placed throughout the cottage that was making [i]something[/i] happen, but he didn’t know what it meant. The concepts, the explanations, refused to come to mind.

Nothing made sense.

Nothing felt right.

[i]Why did I take them tea?[/i] he thought. [i]Jamie doesn’t even drink tea. Victoria, sometimes, but Jamie doesn’t…[/i]

Why did he take them tea?

Because…Katie had told him to. Katie had said that this was a gift, something to build bridges or…

Or something…

He slumped down, sitting with his legs against his chest as he wrapped his arms around himself. Something had happened, or gone wrong. The tea…the tea had something wrong with it. Something about the smell, something about the stuff that he had been told to put in it, or…or something. Specter pressed his hands to the sides of his head, trying to think, but remembering what he had done was so hard.

Why was it so hard?

He whimpered, almost ready to start banging his head against his knees when soft footsteps caught his ears. Whipping his head to the side, he saw her coming. Her. The one that was responsible for all of this.

Katie was on the stairwell, looking down at him. She had stopped wearing her normal clothes and put on a kimono. She looked worried, almost sad at that moment.

“Oh, dear…Are you okay?”

Click, click. [i]No.[/i]

“Come here, dear. Come to me.”

Something in him told Specter that it was a bad idea, that things had started going wrong since they came to the cottage and that he needed to get out, to spend time alone. Something was happening to him, and that was a danger to the rest of the group, to his family, to the people that cared about him. He had to get out…

But he couldn’t. The door was locked, and the windows were going to be the same. He needed someone to help him calm down, so…why not go to Katie? Why not let his girlfriend help him feel better?

He got to his feet and followed her to the stairwell, and then back up the stairs. He could hear the thumping, grinding, bumping sound of his cousin and girlfriend slamming their bodies together in another room, and did his best to ignore them. They were just…just fucking, that was all. With more of a frenzy than usual, sure, but that wasn’t something that he should be that concerned about…he hoped.

It wasn’t his fault.

It wasn’t.

Katie opened the door to their bedroom, guiding him to the bed. She didn’t undress, however, which made him feel slightly better about the whole thing. Having done something that made Jamie and Victoria go at it like rutting animals –

[i]Rutting animals…[/i]

There was something there, something behind the green in his head, but it faded before it could come forward as a full idea. Instead, he allowed himself to be pulled back, to rest his head against her bosom. Katie petted him, stroking her fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead. It was a soothing touch, something that made him feel less guilty, something that made him feel like, maybe, just maybe, there was something that he could do to make things better.

She tilted his head back, making him look at her. It was hard to meet her eyes, but he didn’t know why. Was it his guilt?

No, it was something else, something in the back of his head that told him not to look her right in the eyes. Why, though?

“Dear, are you alright?” she asked.

Click-click. [i]No.[/i]

“What’s wrong?”

[i]I did something to my cousin.[/i]

“Oh, but what could you have done?”

[i]I do not know. But I took him tea.[/i]

“Oh. That’s not so bad.”

[i]But he does not drink tea.[/i]

“Doesn’t he? I could have sworn he did.”

[i]No. He does not. He never has. He is a coffee person. And he was trying to talk to me, and I could not talk back.[/i]

That had been the scariest part. Some part of him had wanted to speak, had been trying to interrupt him when he was offering the tray of tea. It had been the part that refused to let go, the part that wanted to take the tray back. It was the part that hadn’t been surprised when things had gone wrong, and the part that made him run away when things went weird in the other room. He didn’t know what he had realized then, but it had been scary enough that he didn’t want to be part of whatever…

Whatever happened…

He blinked as he realized that there was a line of idols along the far wall, idols that were exact copies of the ones that he had been asked to give to their friends and family. The wolf ones were glowing, the eyes bright green, and they almost seemed to extend bodies of wolves past the idols themselves, a green pack that floated through the air towards –

Towards the other room.

Towards Jamie.

Towards Victoria.

His eyes widened, and he sat up before he could stop himself. Katie, however, was ready for him.

“No, no…”

Tails. He remembered now. Her tails were out, and she trapped him within them, keeping him from leaving her embrace. Specter twisted his head, trying to fight against their grip, but there was no getting away.

“Please…don’t run.”

[i]What did you do to me? What did you make me do?![/i]

“I’ll tell you, when it’s done.”

When it was done? What were they doing? What in the hell was she making him do to his family?

No matter how he twisted and turned, however, there was no escape from the bonds of her tails, nor the glow in her eyes. The green flooded over him once more, and soon, he was no longer trying to flee her.

#

In the other room, Jamie and Victoria had shifted positions. Now, she was straddling him, ramming her pussy down against his cock, and he was on his back enjoying every swivel of her hips, every wet squelch as she brought herself down on his cock. The pair of them had wagging tails, flicking ears, and their muzzles were slowly coming out to match the green wolves that glowed around them.

[i]Mmmph…she’s so…gorgeous…[/i]

He had noticed, ever so briefly, that they were changing, but by the time he had, there was no more point in being bothered by it. The pleasure that came from the hard rut that they’d started was too good, and by the time round one was done, they were already working on round two.

Some part of him probably had worries about what they would do when they were completely changed, as Jamie had always been someone that worried about the future so that others didn’t have to. Some part of him probably worried about Spec and why the little guy had done this in the first place. Hell, some part of him was probably worried about Ollow and Lilla and what would happen to them, considering that this couldn’t work as a conversion unless they were all changed together.

But that part was quiet, and more than likely, it was dying as he slowly changed, bit by bit, into more of a wolf. Black and red hair fell over his face, the dark fur patterns running down his chest and over his legs, his hands thickening with claws at the fingertips. He panted as he felt Victoria take him all the way to the hilt again, and he reached up to cup her breasts.

“Mmm….think you can go faster?” he asked.

“Mmm…watch me…”

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

Summary: The slow conversion continues at the cottage.

Tags: M/F, Transformation, Mind Control, Femdom, Manipulation, Human, Kitsune, Wolf, Magic, Masturbation, Illusion, Vaginal, Aphrodisiac, Control, Series, Modern Fantasy,