Deities existed, and while they had no primary form in the observable world, either physically or spiritually, they could exert influence on the world through those that followed them. Gods were one of the two primary forms of deities. Each species had a god, with any given god’s power being equatable to the combined power of every member of the species combined. The amount of power any given member of the species contributes to the god’s power is increased based on how thoroughly they embody their species.

Becoming a follower of a god makes the already existent relationship mutually beneficial. Following a god turns the follower into a conduit for the god’s power, with the amount of power they are capable of manifesting increasing with how heavily they embody their species. Any given anthro can only follow their own species’ god, as they only have the instincts of their own birth species, which are imprinted onto their soul.

Becoming a follower is not difficult, with true desire being the only formal gateway. If an anthro truly desires to follow a deity, the deity will appear to them, most often in a dream, and imprint onto them a special sigil somewhere on their body, with the exact location being decided by the follower. This desire, like all desire, comes from the mind and spirit, and if both facets of an anthro are unified in a strong enough desire, they are certain to become a follower.

The sigil does two things: it primarily allows the anthro to turn into a conduit for their deity, thus allowing them access to a partial amount of their power, though secondarily, it does various things to facilitate the proper lifestyle their deity requires of them.

Michael was one of these followers. Being a follower of a god, he was referred to as an angel, and being a rabbit, he worshipped the rabbit god. His fur was a dark grey color along most of his body, though he had a white countershading along his inner torso. He was approximately 6’ tall not counting his tall ears which added about 12 inches of height. His sigil, which was placed on his right hip to accentuate the shape of his ass, gave him nearly endless sexual stamina, as the best way to embody a rabbit was through frequent procreation.

He was already at the college, having arrived a week earlier to familiarize himself with the campus and “familiarize” himself with the various teachers and other students who arrived early. Through the seven days he spent here, he’d either fucked or been fucked over a hundred times, and while he’d lost count at around the third day during a particularly pleasurable threesome, he estimated having no less than 70 partners. Nonetheless, his sigil made it so his holes could stretch to accommodate any size, and would always tighten back within minutes to always be ready for more, while his inherent rabbit instincts made it so he loved every second of it.

Right now, he lied in bed in his room early in the morning. Having the quite spacious dorm room to himself for the whole week was certainly a nice experience. He even did some rearranging to combine both rooms and beds to more easily allow for partners who stayed the night, and connected his bathroom to the bedroom so he’d never have to go very far to wash up after his lovemaking if he desired to do so.

Michael was never exhausted after sex, and as such, lovemaking well into the night never left him feeling too tired in the morning. In fact, Michael found sex rather rejuvenating, and after having been an angel for so long, he often found it difficult to put himself in the shoes of people who were exhausted or sore after too much sex. Being that all of his evenings ended up with him taking at least one person to bed and making love until they fell asleep from exhaustion, Michael was almost always the first to wake up while his partner(s) attempted to recover from the strenuous evening.

This morning was no different, and as Michael awoke from his slumber rather early in the morning, he took a moment to gain bearings of his surroundings in the dark room, first noticing the large, averagely muscular arm around his body. The mornings always were a challenge of recalling exactly who exactly he brought to bed last night. After so long and so many partners, many of them tended to blend together. The fur of his arm felt rough and he currently was the little spoon as they lay there. Was it that bear kid he met at the breakfast spot? That didn’t sound right, and this person was clearly smaller than the bear, as Michael distinctly remembered having to sleep on top of the ursine due to the massive depression he made in the bed.

The rabbit turned around and let his eyes focus, finding his partner to be a hyena, and with that, the memories came flooding back. He met the hyena yesterday evening while the rabbit was on a bench on campus, enjoying a salad for dinner while admiring the outside scenery. He had decided on the spot after noticing an anthro blue jay enjoying the evening scenery and opted into sitting on his lap while he enjoyed his salad. The bird gladly took out his cock and fucked Michael, eventually cumming inside, which prompted him to thank Michael then get up and leave.

After that, Michael decided to do some scenery enjoying himself and finished up his meal on that bench, though as he ate, the hyena came jogging up, as he was going on an evening run, and had stopped there for a rest. Michael, being ever charismatic struck up a conversation. One thing led to another, and eventually, they spent the evening together as Michael was quite interested by the man once he learned of his love of musk and other smells. Hyenas were always dirty creatures, though this one seemed to love reveling in his filth and smell, which was hidden by the clothes he typically wore, while his lack of hygiene was masked with illusionary magic.

Michael, who loved nearly all biological scents, especially musk which this hyena had in abundance, had a lovely evening as he insisted the hyena spend his time there fully naked to permeate his stench throughout the rooms, then offered to help build up some more musk with a few hours of rigorous fucking.

Michael took a inhale, smelling the strong musk the hyena was sporting, then stretched for a moment and got out of bed. The hyena seemed fast asleep yet still fully erect, and while Michael would love nothing more than to ride his knotted cock throughout the morning, he knew his roommate was coming today, and he had to make a good impression on him. His roommate could become a great source of constant sexual pleasure if they became close, though he knew that other people tended to not be as endlessly sexually driven as he was, and their tolerance of constant fucking was predicated on their tolerance of Michael himself. As such, he needed this hyena out of his room rather soon so he could clean things up and let the smell air out.

Michael decided to give the dog a bit of time to wake up before ushering him out, so decided to go about his morning routine in hopes that it would wake him up. Michael was well versed in magic that concerned the particulars of his body’s proportions, and he loved to use magic items to contribute further to his appearance. Every morning he decided how he’d present himself to others, and his morning routine was decided based on that.

He wanted to make a good impression on his roommate, whose species was not distinctly masculine or feminine, Michael decided to put on a generally androgynous look for today, which did require him to take a shower, especially to wash off the scent of the hyena. He ran the shower and waited a bit for it to warm up, all the while picking out an outfit for when he got out, then closed the door and hopped inside. He closed the door primarily to trap the heat inside, though didn’t lock it so as to make sure the hyena had the option to join him if he so desired.

Michael washed himself off thoroughly, making sure every inch of his fur was properly cleaned off, then shampooed. He had numerous types of shampoo, some making his fur rougher feeling, some that would cause his musk to infuse his body particularly well, and some that would fluff up his chest and hips to make him look extra feminine. The specific shampoo he used today made his fur vibrantly colored and inviting, while still looking soft and fluffy, with the scent acting as a natural pheromone to induce good feelings in himself and others. It was a rather simplistic application of magic, though he loved putting magic into every aspect of his appearance. Some people found it dishonest, though he found it as a truer presentation of himself, as it is only through his angel status that his body could handle the large number of magical beauty products that he applied to it on a daily basis.

After his time in the shower, opting out of masturbating despite it usually being a part of his daily routine, as he was attempting to work quickly due to the ambiguous arrival time of his roommate. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, admiring himself in the mirror as he dried off, then decided to open the door to the bathroom a bit to see if the hyena was still present. As expected, he was, and still fast asleep too. Michael sighed and approached him. He never liked to wake someone up from their sleep in a way that didn’t involve sex, as people tended to be more chipper when awoken with sex, but Michael already cleaned himself off. He nudged the hyena’s elbow, whispering to him.

“Hey… Hey, it’s time to wake up.”

The hyena stirred for a moment, rolling onto his back and rubbing his face before opening his eyes. He let out a loud yawn, before he began to speak.

“Oh… hey… morning.”

“Good morning, sleepyhead. It’s time to get up. My roommate is coming over.”

“Mmmm… how about some morning sex~?”

“I’d love to, but I already washed up, and fucking you is gonna get me all dirty again.”

“Aww~, I thought you loved my musk~.”

“I do, but I don’t think my roommate will.”

The hyena let out a small laugh, as was a rather common utterance of hyenas to most good or neutral things, then stretched his body, raising his arms high above his head as if to show off his armpits. Admittedly, Michael would’ve loved to stuff his face under his arms, but instead, he decided to go collect the hyena’s clothes from throughout the room, tossing the pile onto the hyena, as he correctly assumed the dog didn’t want to shower. The hyena got dressed as the two reminisced about the previous evening, with even Michael being surprised at just how quickly the musk emanating from the hyena completely disappeared once he dawned his clothes.

They said their goodbyes and Michael was left to clean up the room, though that was hardly an issue. He had magic to spare, which meant he could use quite powerful spells for quite menial things. He took a deep breath and focused his mind on the singular task of cleaning his room, then took this instance of total desire and manifested it as another form of himself. This alternative form appeared as a ghost, taking on a highly translucent, blue coloration. This was a highly advanced form of telekinesis, manifesting an entire alternative self that exists for the sole purpose of completing a certain task.

 Just as quickly as this translucent body was summoned, it got to work, picking up clothes and folding them, making the bed, cleaning up loose fur, as well as any other things that pertained to cleaning the dorm room. It only existed to serve this purpose and while it did look like a translucent form of Michael, it was absolutely not its own independent being. It could not talk, it could not react to anything, and it would disappear the moment its task was complete or it could no longer complete its task. It was good for menial activities like this, but not as good for sex, though not out of a lack of trying from Michael. Its form felt like compressed air, and thus was cold to the touch, and it had no way of responding easily to new commands or desires.

While the entity got to work, Michael began to get dressed in the bathroom. He wore a pair of shorts that were the shape of high wasted panties, having leg holes though minimal pant legs, while the waist of the shorts reached up to his belly button. The sides of the shorts looked threadbare, with only a few strands of fabric connecting the front and back half on both sides, though that was by design, and as such it was still perfectly durable.

On his top, he wore a crop top that had a heart cutout on the chest. He donned the top, feeling it tighten automatically as it form fitted to his chest. He then reached down to the heart, tugging it apart to activate the shirt’s magic. As he tugged, the fur on his chest began to expand, giving him a large amount of fluff that imitated the general shape of breasts. He found his current outfit suitable enough and opted out of any footwear for today.

Magical items, by their nature, could not be mass produced. Every magic item has to be made by someone with a soul in order to actually imbue it with magic. Nonetheless, magical items could be replicated by studying an already existing magical item, or designed by blueprints that magical individuals can follow. Magical item designers were paid by companies to use their blueprints in production, and thus sell their items, with the designers getting payment based on sales or solely getting paid upfront depending on the contract. Magic items were often sold with the designers of the blueprints as the main selling point, with certain designers garnering reputations from their works.

Michael was quite familiar with the scene of clothing design, keeping his eye on certain designers to know about their upcoming and newly created works. One particular pair of wedded flamingos were a favorite of his, having developed their own signature method of creating “painted-on-fabrics” for their clothes, which would cause the materials to perfectly mesh with his skin as if they were skin tight, though still retained all the comfort of looser fitting outfits. Initially, fashion for Michael was a means to an end: just a way to catch the eye of potential lovers, though over time he found himself falling in love with the art.

Finalizing his current outfit was a pair of unique pieces of jewelry. They took the form of hearts, appearing to be made out of a slightly translucent hot pink color, being about two inches at their widest, its front half seemed crystalline in appearance, while the back half was flat and devoid of any patterns or eye catching colors. They would magically attach to anything their back halves attached to, akin to magnets, and Michael decided to wear them on the backs of the base of his ears.

They were magical, of course, and while wearing them, he could get a sense of the attraction that any person he was speaking to felt towards him. The warmer they felt, the more enamored they were, while a colder sensation indicated he was making a sour impression. Michael had experimented with magic items that used subtle mind control to make him seem more desirable, though he found the relationships born through hypnotism were rarely maintained after the mind control was deactivated, while relationships he built through genuine attraction quite often led to reoccurring sexual partners.

Wearing both hearts didn’t actually increase their efficacy or potency, in fact, it had no effect at all, and at times he only wore one if it was placed in a spot that didn’t require symmetry. They were sold as a pair originally, intended as a type of couples therapy for people to better understand their partners, though Michael, familiar enough with magical items, was easily able to repurpose them through a bit of tampering.

“You’d enjoy being a father, you know.”

He heard a voice chime in while attempting to align the hearts on the backs of his ears. When an anthro subjected themself to a higher power, they not only gained their power, but also gained a form of communion with the deity. At any time, the deity can manifest themself into reality and speak to their subject, though this form is extremely limited. They can influence anything physically, mentally, or magically, and only the subject can see and hear them. The deity in this form was often compared to an imaginary friend, though they had their own thoughts separate from the subject, and their knowledge was a combination of all their past knowledge, and the knowledge of all their subjects.

They could appear on their own, though they could also appear and disappear at the subject’s wishes. Being that their power and relationship with their subject was predicated on their subjects' continual embodiment of them, they were often quick to suggest things that would maintain or further this relationship. Being a rabbit, simple, wanton sex was a way to power, though only partially. The actual, true embodiment of a rabbit would require frequent procreation, which does directly involve impregnation. As of now, Michael had yet to take that next step.

“I’m certain I would…” 

He gave a distracted response, more focused on his outfit than the deity that appeared beside him in the mirror, then sat up on the counter to better get his subject’s attention. The appearance of these manifestations was quite malleable, and while they could be changed at will, the specifics held no real bearing, as nothing could actually interact with them. Nonetheless, the deities often take on a singular appearance for the sake of clarity and recognizability when speaking to their subjects. Michael’s deity currently took on a deep grey appearance, almost having black fur, so as to distinguish themself from any rabbit Michael may encounter in real life, though also to have the pink of their sexual portions more apparent. They were a hermaphrodite, with sizable breasts and cock, and a dripping wet pussy, wanting to make themselves seem enticing as possible at a single glance to better encourage the desires of the subjects who viewed them.

“...but I have other things to worry about right now.”

“This college is more important than your future children?”

“Considering my ‘future children’ don’t exist yet, I’d say so.”

“If you impregnated a rabbit today, you’ll be on break when she gives birth, given the 9 month gestation period.”

“Then once I’m off break?”

“Daycares exist. As do babysitters.”

“If I’m gonna be a parent, I’m gonna actually… be a parent. I’m not just gonna ignore my child for the first few years while I do schoolwork all the time.”

“Most rabbits have their first children in college or even earlier.”

“Well…” he put the finishing touches on his earpieces and brushed off his outfit, admiring himself in the mirror one last time. “...good thing I have you to keep my virile and sexy long after college then, right? I’ll have kids. I’ll have more kids than you can count. Just… not yet.”

With his outfit and conversation finished, the rabbit stepped out of the bathroom, shutting off the light then checking the clock. It was about 9:00, which gave him plenty of time to finish a few plans he’d made for himself at the start of the week before his roommate arrived. At least he hoped he’d be back before he arrived, but he had no way of being certain, as his roommate was a bit light on communication.

He left his room then began changing the layout back to the default, using the door across from his as a reference. He gave a small sigh, knowing he’d miss having all the space to himself, though he’d hoped his roommate would at least be willing to combine their bedrooms permanently after a few “introductions”.

With that he left, making his way out of his dorm building and into the brisk morning air. It was never very crowded in the mornings, though every day more and more people seemed to be roaming the campus, with today’s morning having more people out and about than an afternoon on the first day of his arrival. He enjoyed the quiet, it allowed him to focus on individual relationship building, though the influx of new people was certain to bring more potential partners.

Every day this week, he’d been trying to meet up with his teachers to build a firm relationship with them before classes began. He knew it wouldn’t affect his grades, as every single one of them has made clear so far, but he wanted to make sure he was on good terms with every person he’d be frequently meeting. Most teachers were receptive to it, while some of them took a little convincing, though he was able to at least bring some pleasure to every teacher he’d met so far, save for one. This teacher went by Mr. Aven, and taught magic that pertained to mind control and hypnosis.

He was a rather cold individual, clearly thinking of himself highly, and not seeming very intent on forming relationships with his students. When Michael met with him yesterday, he was instructed to come back today when he was less busy, though exactly what he was busy with at the time wasn’t particularly clear.

Nonetheless, Michael decided to hold true to that promise, even if he assumed it was just a way for the teacher to get the rabbit off his back. He made his way to the teacher’s on campus office, located in one of the buildings that contained a number of classrooms. Aside from the dorm rooms, most rooms on the campus were not pocket dimensions, save for a few notable classrooms. As such, the office itself was a rather mundane space, mostly existing so the teacher could fill out paperwork and prepare the curriculum, both of which could be done at their own home if they desire.

Michael found the office and gave a knock at the door, taking a deep breath and fixing his posture as he prepared for this second, hopefully more fruitful meeting. After a short delay, he heard a voice call from the other side, saying

“Come in.”

In an unenthused manner. The voice was a bit androgynous, a bit difficult to tell the sex of the individual from the sound alone, as it fell in the range between masculine female and feminine male. Mr. Aven was a peacock, a rather flamboyant and feminine species, and while he made no attempts to accentuate his femininity, it still had unavoidable effects on things like his voice and stature. Michael entered into the office space, though the avian didn’t even look up from the paper he was currently writing on, at least until the rabbit spoke up.

“Good morning, sir. You told me to come see you when you were less busy. I hope this is a good time.”

The peacock glanced up from the paper to see who exactly he was speaking to, having the faintest hints of disappointment that this rabbit actually did decide to pursue him from yesterday. It was quite clear from their first meeting that he had sexual intentions, and while Mr. Aven wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, he didn’t seem too keen on it either. The teacher tended to have a rather aloof outlook on how others saw him. He knew he was perceived as rude and uncaring, but he was extremely adept in the art of mind control, undoubtedly one of the best in the entire world, and could easily influence anyone’s thoughts pertaining to any subject as easily as lifting a finger.

The teacher wore a formal, unremarkable suit, though the non eye catching apparel was more than made up for by the teacher’s natural features. His lurid blue feathers practically begged for attention, while his massive, fan tail laid dormant behind him, fitted through a tail hole in his pants and the hole in the back of his chair. He was about 5’8”, an average size for the somewhat short species, though his massive tail easily reached 8 feet in length, being about a foot longer than the average length of a peacock’s tail. His tail was something he took great pride in, keeping it well groomed and preened, and most notably, quite heavily imbued with magic.

When dormant, the magic did nothing but offer a bit more stability and durability along with an aversion to filth it may catch as it dragged along the ground, though the bulk of its effects would take hold when extended. Anyone who saw the feathers would fall directly under his mental control. Mind control was a somewhat difficult form of magic, being particularly strenuous on wholly non willing participants, and only rarely having temporary effects after any semblance of direct control was dropped. This was not the case for his tail feathers. Viewing them in their expanded state was an astonishing sight, but more importantly would grant the teacher full and total access to the deepest parts of one’s mind, influencing even their most basic and core mental processes while any attempt to fight the control was washed away like sand under a tsunami.

Such a phenomenally powerful instance of magic was questionable in both legality and morality, and while the teacher could trust the dean of the college to handle the first matter, the second was a bit more touchy. There was a reason the mind fought so hard against tampering. One’s personality was a combination of body and soul, and just as the body can reject artificial body parts, artificial behaviors caused by mind control can be rejected by the soul, which can lead to various mental health issues if these behaviors persist long term. As such, the peacock knew to be wary about influencing the core of one’s mind whenever possible.

“Remind me again of your name?”

“Michael, sir.“

The bird was a bit surprised at the respect this rabbit was showing. Their previous encounter was far more casual, with Michael attempting to get their conversation to a sexual manner as quickly as possible. With this different approach, Michael no longer felt the immediate chills in his earpieces that he felt before, instead actually detecting faint bits of warmth, particularly when he referred to the teacher as “sir”.

“Right. What is it that you need, Michael?”

“I believe we got off on the wrong foot yesterday, sir. I was being too upfront with my desires.”

“Right… I remember yesterday.”

The avian paused for a moment as he recalled the day before, cracking a half smile for just a moment, though long enough for Michael to catch it. That was rather peculiar, as to the best of the rabbit’s recollection, their encounter had ended rather soon on a sour note right after Michael directly suggested the idea of sex, and they parted ways without so much as sharing a touch.

“I am a rabbit, sir, as you can see. As you can imagine, I find sexual relationships to be the norm with those I know personally, though I can understand if the same does not go for peafowls.”

“You are correct in that assumption.”

He felt more warmth in his jewelry. Clearly, this more formal approach was working, but he just needed to find a way to transition this into something sexual, at least remotely. It seemed this would be rather difficult, as the peacock appeared to be more focused on whatever was on this paper rather than holding this conversation.

“...Well in my experience, particularly with my other teachers, I find that common ground can be found between rabbits and most other species. I also find that I am quite good at eh… satisfying our shared desires, or at least finding enjoyment in satisf-”

“Michael…”

The teacher suddenly spoke up, interrupting the rabbit’s explanation as his earpieces lost whatever warmth they held, and even began to get a bit icy in temperature, leaving Michael rather disheartened.

“...What do you suppose I enjoy hearing?”

“...sir?”

“Those hearts on your ears. You were wearing them yesterday, too. They let you know if I’m enjoying the conversation or not.”

Michael gave a tentative nod, though he had no idea how the teacher actually knew that, as it never came up in conversation prior to now. Perhaps he’d seen the product before.

“Well?”

“Well… I believed you enjoyed my more formal approach… I was a bit more casual yesterday, so I tried to be more well behaved here.”

“I’m disappointed. You don’t seem to be paying attention.”

Michael was taken aback a bit by what seemed to be a blatant insult, leaning back in his chair a bit as his eyes narrowed at the teacher. This was the first time he’d encountered open hostility, at least of the sort that wasn’t directly involved with dirty talk. Though perhaps degradation was what the teacher enjoyed. He was a peacock after all, it perhaps wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility that he associated the belittlement of others with a form of praise for himself. Strangely, his earpieces began to grow quite warm at that thought.

“It’s not the big words or the way you sit up straight that I enjoy, Michael. In fact-” 

Suddenly, the peacock’s tail began to flare up, raising upwards and fanning out, and while it was a bit cramped by the office space, Michael couldn’t help but find himself enamored with its appearance. It was overwhelming to look at, as if it was the most beautiful thing Michael had ever seen, and he simply couldn’t help but stare, not even blinking at risk of losing the infinitesimally small moments of vision during the closing of his eyelids.

“-I suppose I could do without the faux intelligence entirely, so long as you continue to speak about me. Your intelligence IS fake, after all. You aren’t some high minded, successful individual here to learn or continue your education. In reality, you’re little more than a simple minded bimbo, brought here to serve me and me alone.”

In a way, the teacher wasn’t speaking to Michael, and the rabbit most certainly wasn’t listening. Instead, he was more so getting himself in the mood as he quickly began to make changes in Michael’s mind to suit his own desires. Michael’s intelligence began to rapidly drain, save for anything pertaining to bringing pleasure specifically to him. It was questionable if Michael’s current state could even be considered conscious, as he couldn’t react to anything around him, just blankly stare at the large tailfeathers before him as he drooled, something his hypnotist found quite pleasurable to watch. Regardless, whatever was left of Michael’s consciousness failed a few moments later.

Toy was a rabbit. Prior to now, she was known as Michael, though she certainly didn’t know that. In fact, she knew very little at all, not that she minded. She was happier than most people ever were, because she was always with Master, an amazing peacock who graciously watched over her at all times. She had no idea how she’d been so lucky as to find herself in this situation, but she knew she had to do her best to repay him by being the best cock hungry bimbo she could be at all times.

Toy was roused from her sleep by something obstructing her breathing. Currently, she was lying on the ground beneath a desk, completely naked, with something in her mouth. Of course, her immediate reaction was to lick and suck this intrusion all over its surface, though after a few seconds of slow processing from her stunted mind, she recognized it as a talon, specifically a talon belonging to Master. She was filled with obsession and enthusiasm at just the thought of Master, the beautiful, perfect, flawless peacock that she loved to serve so much.

She wasn’t really certain how she got into this position, nor was she really certain where she was, though things like this were common. At times, she even forgot her left from her right, but recalling things that didn’t directly pertain to her master was nearly impossible. All she knew was that she was with Master, which meant she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

She looked down at her body, being just the same perfect form it always was. She had massive, balloon-like breasts, a super thin waist, a large ass, wide thighs, and a dripping wet pussy. Her pussy was constantly dripping with need, and her breasts often leaked small amounts of milk that would practically spray out if squeezed, and she had a tendency to forget to swallow her constantly producing saliva, resulting in her often drooling all over herself, though despite all this, she never wore clothes, nor did he really ever wonder what it was like. Clothes were for actual people like Master, not dumb bimbo sluts like her. Sucking on the talon was nice, but she knew there were better ways to put her body to use. She got onto all fours, crawling out from under the desk and getting to her feet shakily where she could finally see her master’s face.

“Master!!!”

She said enthusiastically as she embraced him in a deep hug, as if she hadn’t seen him for weeks.

“Toy… you’re staining my suit…”

She gave no reply, Master not even sure if she heard him. After a moment longer, he grabbed her by the ears and roughly yanked her away, practically tossing her to the ground. After she was removed, she took a moment, looking at his suit and finding that it was indeed stained right where her mouth and breasts had been. Did she do that? She took a few seconds of blank staring to think it over. Processing things that incorporated more than a few factors was well beyond her mental capabilities, and seeing that she was essentially frozen in place, Master decided to help her out before she gave herself a migraine.

“Ugh… Such a dirty slut… Why don’t you help me take it off?”

‘I’m sowwy master… I’m just a dumb bimbo… I didn’t know any better…“

This was her usual apology, something she knew by heart, despite never recalling ever rehearsing it or even saying it before now. Regardless, it seemed to be enough to convince Master, causing him to sigh and lean back in his chair.

“Yeah yeah… You’ll just have to be punished as usual. Maybe one day you’ll actually learn something for once. Now get to undressing me. You’re not too dumb to do that, are you?”

Toy eagerly nodded her head, having not even processed the question before she gave her response. Nonetheless, she was able to process this command of his, and soon got to work, approaching her master and undoing the buttons of his suit and shirt, revealing his marvelously blue, feathered chest, then fully removed all his top wear and got to work on his lower half. Though as she got to work with his pants, he roughly grabbed her ears again, the same as before. He yanked her up to a standing position and met her face to face, and while her hands instinctively were brought up to her ears to try and push away his hands, her mind couldn’t fully process the connection between his hands on her ears and the pain in her scalp.

“Do you like being abused, slut?”

“Uh… ab…”

“Do you even know what that word means?”

“Hehehe nope!” She said in her usual, jovial tone.

“Of course not. Every one of these movements-” He yanked again, causing her feet to raise up off the ground and a small yelp to escape her lips “-could rip those long ears right off your head, but you don’t even know that.”

“My ears are on my head, silly Master! How could they be off my head if they’re on my head?”

“I suppose you aren’t listening to me anyway, even like this. If you aren’t going to use those ears OR your brain, I have a better use for both.”

He practically controlled her like a puppet as moved her by the ears, forcing her onto her knees with the side of her head towards him. He stood up from his chair, using his free hand to slide down his pants just enough to reveal his avian cock, then lined it up with her earhole. With a firm push, he shoved his cock inside her ear, all sound from that side now temporarily being deafened from Toy’s perspective. Master found the pleasure from fucking her ear to be quite pleasurable, putting his other hand on the side of the rabbit’s head and pushing it back and forth in time with his thrusts.

It wasn’t long before his cock began to shove itself into her brain through the ear, and while such an intrusion likely would’ve been extremely painful if not painful under regular circumstances, quite a bit of magic from the avian’s end was helping facilitate this process. Rather than pain, this specific type of sensation brought only intense pleasure to Toy, who reacted accordingly with moans.

“M-Master~! It’s s-so gooooood~! Fuck my brains h-harder~...”

Her words began to become slurred as she drooled out heavily, coating her body in her saliva. Her hands went to her breasts and began to massage and squeeze them, spraying milk across the room from the pressure. With each thrust the peacock got deeper and faster, before the rabbit’s skull was pounding against the peacock’s pelvis.

“Such a stupid fucking bimbo… your brain is so useless I’m destroying it with my cock and it’s barely having any effect~.”

His slave couldn’t hear him all too well, nor could she have had any chance of understanding due to him talking so fast, though he was mostly saying this for himself, just to accentuate his own actions. This wasn’t his first time doing something like this, in fact, ear fucking was a particular fetish of his, and he often loved pairing it with intelligence draining, enjoying the fantasy of him literally fucking their mind away, then leaving his partners as stupid bimbos for the next few hours as their mental faculties slowly returned to them.

Though through a surface level examination of Toy’s mind, he knew the rabbit had plans that he had to fulfill today, and that the after effects of this meeting couldn’t last too long if at all. It was a rather disappointing conclusion, though, with the tendencies of this rabbit, he knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be the last time they met.

The teacher began to approach his climax and thrust the entirety of his cock into the rabbit, finally orgasming and pumping his load directly into Toy’s brain, causing her to experience her own extraordinary orgasm. After a few deep breaths, he pulled out his cock, leaving the rabbit’s ear dripping with semen, then tossed him to the ground one last time and said a mental goodbye to his toy.

Removing mind control was far easier than applying it, and thus he had no need for his tail. He had more or less been babysitting Michael’s brain during this whole ordeal, making sure he knew just enough at any given moment for his fantasy to be fulfilled, and as such, he simply let go of this control while he rode out his orgasm. Just as well, his body slowly began to return to normal, as these transformations were always intended to be temporary.

Over the next minute or so, the rabbit lay breathing heavily on the ground out of pleasure, his head lying in his own saliva, while the peacock got dressed again and sat back down at his desk. The silence was eventually broken by a few laughs from Michael as he lay there on the ground.

“So… you got a bimboification fetish… and you decide to work at an educational institution? Isn’t that… heh… isn’t that a bit ironic?”

“Not at all. It’s much more satisfying knowing the people whose intelligence I’m draining used to be high minded.”

“Yeah, I guess… Hey wait a sec, I meant to ask this before, but how’d you know what my jewelry did? Was it really that obvious?”

Michael looked around the room, finding that his clothes were currently lying folded on the teacher’s desk, with the heart earpieces lying atop them.

“Michael, did you ever consider I’ve been reading your mind this whole time?”

“Uh… no I guess not. I suppose it’s kinda obvious now that I think about it…”

“Of course you weren’t, I was stopping you from even considering it.”

“...Why?”

“People tend to think more honest thoughts when they don’t think someone is peaking in on them. I’ll be doing the same thing in my classes, and it will still work on you even if you know I’m doing it.”


The teacher’s tone seemed to be a bit more jovial than before, far more open to conversation with Michael, and as the rabbit picked up his heart jewelry, he felt their warmth.

“So was I just in my normal body this whole time? Like I was just hypnotized into thinking I had big boobs and whatever?”

“What? No, of course not. A simple transformation like that is way easier than just… making you think your body was different. Why on earth would I do that?”

“Well… you’re like the master of mind control stuff, aren’t you? I thought you do everything with mind control.”

“All teachers have a general level of capability in most forms of magic, Michael.”

“Right… I guess that makes sense. Anyway… So I was thinking… we had sex yesterday, didn’t we?”

“Yes, we did.”

“Did we do the whole ear fucking thing?”

“I won’t tell you the specifics. I locked that memory away, so that false one is all you get. Pay attention in my class and you’ll learn how to unlock the memory yourself.”

Michael gave another chuckle at that remark as he began to get dressed. Once he was fitted into his clothing once again, his eye caught something on the ground near the peacock’s tail. It was a loose tail feather, and while it had the same pattern as Mr. Aven’s tail, it seemed much smaller, only about a foot long.

“Hey, ya dropped this.” He showed the teacher the feather, who merely glanced at it uncaringly.

“Hmm… Guess I was too rough. You can keep it. It’s more of a hassle to put it back on than to simply grow a new feather.”

“It’s smaller, though. Is that a problem?”

“The size comes from being directly connected to my body. Peacocks take pride in the size of their tails, some even turning theirs hyper. Its size is reduced when it parts with my body, as is its magic, but it still holds some capabilities.”

“Wait… This is still magical?”

“Of course. Keep it on your body for a few minutes and it will grow attuned to you, then you’ll be able to use it.”

“Oh… Well, thank you! I’ll be sure to take good care of it and not abuse its power. Anyway, thank youw fow aww the fun Mastew~” 

Michael said in a cutesy voice as he leaned in and gave one last hug to the teacher, who didn’t seem to mind the embrace, though by the lack of response it was clear Michael was beginning to wear out his welcome. The rabbit stuffed the feather into the fluff of his chest and turned to leave, though as he put his hand on the doorknob he turned back to speak.

“Actually before I leave, you think you-”

He intended to ask about what exactly this feather was capable of and just how to use it, though his speech was suddenly cut off as something clicked in his mind. Two things changed in his mind, both clearly coming from the peacock himself. 

Firstly, he knew exactly how to use the feather: when holding it, he could focus on a person and their mind would become more malleable to him. Anything he did would be seen as normal, and he could convince them of anything, so long as at least minimal connections were made in their mind through some form of logic, even if nonsensical. 

Secondly: he realized he needed to not say a single other word and that he had to leave the room this very instant otherwise… he didn’t actually know what would happen if he didn’t leave or why he needed to do so so urgently, but he wasn’t about to stick around to find out, practically jumping out of the room and shutting the door behind him before taking a sigh of relief.

Now with the last of his teachers befriended and another magic item to his name, he had one last chore left to do while he was out. He left the building and made his way over to the campus’s library, a building with quite a large interior for studying and storing uncountably many texts. It probably would’ve been wise to put in a reservation for the exact book Michael was looking for, but with how few people were currently on campus, he couldn’t imagine all too many of the library’s contents would be in use right now.

He entered the building, a sudden silence washing over him. Inside this building, any sounds made by its various guests were secluded by an invisible audio bubble of sorts, so nobody could disturb anyone else either intentionally or otherwise. The library had a few students at the various desks, and a few more roaming through the various halls of bookshelves, though for the most part, it wasn’t particularly crowded.

Being that Michael didn’t really have a way to find the book he was looking for by title alone, he decided to consult the front desk, where he simply found a spider. This arachnid was quite small, looking rather young and short, though still maintaining the signature tall, thin appearance that spiders usually did. There was an open book on the desk, seemingly a fiction book of some sort about midway through, though the youthful spider was uninterested in it. Instead, he was simply lying his head down on the desk, his uppermost right arm, as spiders had six arms, lied beneath his head as a cushion. He glanced off to the side at nothing in particular, looking quite bored.

“Excuse me. Is this the help desk?”

The spider perked all 8 of his eyes up at Michael, then got up to a proper sitting position, though his back was hunched in a rather unprofessional position. His swivel chair looked far too large for him in both height and size, his head failing to even reach above the back rest, while his legs came nowhere near the ground as they hung down.

“Yep… my mommy’s eating lunch right now, so I’m here instead… She eats the troublemakers in the library…”

He had the usual tendency for oversharing that a child usually has, and just as well maintained a consistent aloofness and lack of professionality. Whether this was an actual child or an adult that simply de-aged himself was unknown, though with how thoroughly he seemed to imitate an uncaring prepubescent, Michael was more inclined to believe the latter.

“Sounds like fun, though I’m not here to cause trouble, I’m just looking for a book. Think you could help me find it?”

The spider reached down to one of the drawers of the desk, opened it, and pulled out a small piece of paper that almost looked like a bookmark. It was pure white, and appeared to be made of silk with the way it flowed. Along with that, he pulled out a pencil, setting them both down on the desk for Michael.

“Write the name of the book here and it’ll guide you to it.”

Michael nodded and obliged the spider, taking the pencil and attempting to write on the silk, finding that it felt similar to paper to write on despite its appearance and movement. “The Complete History of Deities and Their Worship.” Michael wrote, having heard about this book from a conversation with one of his bedpartners. For a long time his status as an angel had stagnated, and he needed to know if there was any other way to grow closer to his god without fathering children. He knew it wasn’t likely, but it was worth a shot.

After setting down the pencil, the bookmark seemed to move on its own, as if caught in an invisible breeze. Michael caught it, simply allowing the bookmark to wave in the air on its own to act as an arrow for the rabbit to follow.

“Thanks, uh…”

“Mire. and you’re welcome. Remember not to cause problems or use magic in the library.”

“Mire, got it! Well, see ya around. Tell your mother I said hello.”
He gave a nod at the spider’s reminders, echoing the contents of various posters placed around the library that read out similar rules. Michael diligently followed the bookmark through the library, finding that it would guide him around bookshelves, and tended to stay away from any study areas as it made its way towards his target.

Before too long, he found what he was looking for, the bookmark pointing directly to the book’s binding, then going limp once he rested his hands on the book. It was quite a heavy text, being a combination of multiple scholarly books that existed prior. Michael bent down a bit, the weight of the book causing him to nearly drop it as he removed it from the shelf. It wasn’t quite heavy enough to require magic, so Michael simply held it to his chest, front cover out, as he began to leave.

Almost just as he began to walk, he spotted what seemed to be a feral crow flying in his aisle, just higher than the bookshelf. The bird seemed the proper size and shape for his species, though was currently wearing a gold harness of sorts. As he spotted Michael, he swooped down, getting quite close to the book he held and looking over the title

“Let’s see eh… complete… history… worship… oh shit! Come to papa! Haha! Who’s got the better eyes now, haha! Just wait till-” 

He began to fly away, almost ignoring Michael completely before turning back and looking at him. His beak opened and closed as if to speak, but he was already outside of Michael’s audio bubble, and thus sounded completely silent. This fact seemed to be lost on the bird, who was either too unintelligent or too imperceptive to understand/notice arcane silence, though Michael assumed he wanted him to stay here, so he obliged.

After about a minute or so, the bird came back accompanied by a 6’1” nine tailed fox. Mystical creatures, which a nine tailed fox was classified as, were quite rare, and usually quite potent with their magic. She wore a long, seemingly quite expensive dress that modestly covered her form, while her collection of fluffy, immaculately maintained tails swayed behind her idly. On her left shoulder rested a small, feral dragon, who also wore a gold harness, and was the same inky black color as the crow from before, who was hovering just beside the fox’s head.

“-and didn’t I tell you I’d be the first to find it? So much for ‘draconic instinct’ or whatever the hell she was on about.”

Michael heard from the bird as he returned into his audio bubble, talking to the fox who was very clearly not listening. Instead, her eyes were focused on the book Michael was holding.

“Yes yes, you did find the book, though Ana specifically requested that you bring IT to HER, not bring HER to IT.”

Spoke the dragon, who had a much more feminine and soothing voice to contrast the crass and rude sounding masculine voice of the crow. Just as before, the fox woman ignored the arguments of these small, feral animals.

“Hey, kid. Hand over the book.”

She held out her hand for the rabbit to oblige her request, speaking rather bluntly despite her seemingly being the same age as him. Perhaps in a different, more polite situation, Michael would’ve handed it over, as he really didn’t need it, but he could tell from this woman’s demeanor alone that she wasn’t the friendly type.

“Do you have a reservation for it?”

“My reservation is that I want it. The reservation lasts however long I want it to last, and it begins right the fuck now. So hand. It. Over.”

Clearly, she seemed intent on either asserting her dominance or picking a fight. Michael wasn’t the aggressive type, but he wasn’t a pushover either, so he decided to do what he did best and attempt to charm this woman, despite the growing cold on his ears.

“Well… it seems we both want the book, so perhaps we could share? Both of us head back to your dorm room and have a little study session? Then after that, we can see what happens~?”

At that suggestion, the earpieces grew icy cold, colder than he’d ever felt them. It seemed this woman was both quite prone to strong opinions and very receptive to things she didn’t enjoy. There was a look of both shock and loathing in the fox’s eyes, though the dragon on her shoulder spoke before she could.

“You must be mistaken. I’m afraid Ana isn’t particularly fond of eh… relationship building. I do suggest you give her the book.”

“Yeah, yeah! Or prepare to face the mighty wrath of Ana! Nine tailed fox and curse uh… giver extraordinaire!” The crow chimed in to hype up his owner.

“Curses?”

“Yeah, dumbass. I’m a nine tailed fox, I’ll curse your ass for life if you don’t stop fucking around.”

While she sounded serious, Michael certainly had his doubts. For one, actually cursing someone was almost certainly against the law and more importantly school rules, so she’d certainly be expelled or at least forced to revert the curse. Secondly, it’s extraordinarily difficult for people to actually intentionally create curses, especially ones that lasted long term. Curses could be given by sufficiently powerful and experienced enough magic users, though it was difficult to get them to last more than a few minutes or hours before the internal magic loop resolved itself and the curse bearer went back to normal.

“Uh… It’s still my book. I got it first. You can make a reservation if you want it next, or you can take me up on my offer and we could get to know each other, but I’m not just gonna get bullied by someone I just met.”

Admittedly the threat of a curse caught him off guard, and while he was fairly confident she was bluffing, he had no way to be sure aside from testing it. Nine tailed foxes were notorious for the practices involving cursing others, but the more perfect a curse was, that is to say, the longer it lasts, the more exponentially difficult it was to produce. If she truly was capable of creating a curse that lasted over a lifetime, she’d be world renowned, and certainly would far exceed anything this college has to offer.

Either way, that seemed to be the last straw for her, and her eyes suddenly went wide, focusing for a moment. Along her pure white fur were streaks of red, particularly creating a dipstick pattern on her tail, and the red portions of her fur began to seemingly flare up, just as the white fur seemed to stand on end out of anger. If magic was particularly strong it would create visual manifestations as it was cast, regardless of if the caster intended it or not, and that happened here as she cursed Michael, with red, ribbon like strands of magic flowing from her tail and launching towards Michael at intense speeds.

He felt nothing on impact, and nothing for a few seconds immediately afterward, though it all kicked in at once as he suddenly let out a loud moan, practically yelling at the top of his lungs from pleasure as he suddenly collapsed to the ground. The sheer sexual stimulation he suddenly experienced far outweighed anything he’d ever felt before, sexual or otherwise, and it was almost enough to make him black out. He didn’t even feel as the book fell from his hands and his body collapsed to the ground.

The primary point of pleasure was, strangely, the bottoms of his feet. If his paw pads touched anything physical, it would cause a mind shattering orgasm, while even the air blowing by around him made him feel like he was being heavily edged. There was now a large dark spot in his shorts as some cum dribbled through. Before too long, Michael managed to get onto his back with his paw pads exposed to the air, his feet balanced on his heel.

The book had fallen from his grasp and lie open on the ground, and while the rabbit loosely reached for it, Ana was the first to pick it up, looking it over with a bit of pride at her achievement before with a snap of her fingers, she made it disappear, likely to some holding dimension so she could resummon it later rather than having her carry it herself back to her room.

“Ahh~... F-Fuck… W-What’d you d-do to me?”

“I cursed you, dumbass. I turned the bottoms of your feet to sexually stimulating zones. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Pleasure? Now you can have pleasure wherever you go. You’ll never stand again, of course, but crawling around like a mutt for the rest of your life is fitting, don’t you think?”

She seemed to be quite enjoying this sadistic speech, now no longer wanting the book, and just wanting to torment the rabbit who tried to get in her way.

“Th-That’s… hot as fuck…”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The fox said as she leaned in towards him, looking taken aback by his words.

“That’s hot… crawling around because my feet are so pleasurable to touch~... That’s the best curse ever~…”

“You’re such a fucking pervert. Look at these magic items. What are they, sex toys?”

She gave a whistle and her two feral followers got to work, swooping down and beginning to search over Michael’s body, seemingly taking special interest in groping every portion of his form to look for the various magic items Michael wore. Firstly, the bird found the sigil on his side, recognizing it as being associated with a god.

“Hey looky here! He’s an angel like you! That explains the book.”

“He is NOT like me. My god doesn’t ask me to waste my life at orgies and strip clubs.”

The dragon found her way to Michael’s ears, where she examined his earpieces, though she took a bit more time than necessary to remove them as she whispered subtly to Michael, making sure neither the bird nor the fox could hear her.

“Don’t fret about the curse. Ana couldn’t make it last more than a day to save her life, and she was hardly focusing here. It’ll probably wear off by dinnertime.”

These words were surprisingly reassuring from the dragon, and while speaking out of line wasn’t uncommon for these animals, Michael had to assume the fox’s insufficient ability to curse was an insecurity of hers, and that’s why the dragon had to whisper. Nonetheless, the dragon brought both pieces of jewelry back wrapped in her long tail, where Ana felt them in her hands.

“Tch. Worthless junk. What the hell are these even supposed to be, beautifiers?”

With that, she nonchalantly tossed them behind her, not caring where they landed or if they got damaged. The last loose magic item was found by the bird inside his chest fluff, pulling out the feather from Mr. Aven, and carrying it in his beak over to his owner. She began to chuckle at the small feather, preparing some snarky remark before she grabbed it in her hand and suddenly froze up. Her face had a blank expression, her mouth hanging slightly agape as she held the feather up with one hand while her other hand hung by her side. After a bit of silence, her bird companion spoke up.

“Eh… Got a real zinger comin’? …Ana?”

“Ana dear? Are you alright?”

Admittedly, Michael forgot about the feather until now with all that had happened with this fox, but he remembered what the teacher mentioned about being attuned to it and recalled its effects on others. He assumed her freezing up was a defense mechanism for people who tried to steal the feather from its owner. Deciding to try and test it out, Michael spoke up.

“Hey… What’s your name?”

“My name is Amaterasu, though I go by Ana for short.”

The fox said in a dull voice, then went back to being frozen.

“Whoahoho! That’s a neat party trick! Yo Ana! Which one of us is your favorite? It’s totally me, right?”

“Now now, no need to get your feelings hurt.”

The bird’s question went answered only by the dragon as the nine tailed fox seemed to completely ignore it.

“She’ll only reply to me, I think. Also, I’m pretty sure I can make her do stuff too. Hey Ana, you’ve been pretty rude to me since we first met, so to make up for it, you should take off your panties and stroke me off with them.”

“ Ahahaha! No fucking way! She’s actually doing it! Look at her go!”

“I never thought I’d see the day where Ana actually apologizes for something.”

The animals chimed in as she began to move, reaching her free hand down and removing her underwear from beneath her dress before kneeling down towards Michael. She slid down his shorts enough to reveal his still erect cock, then began to give him a hand job, intent on bringing him to pleasure properly rather than forcing him there immediately like before. Her hand was soft and feminine, and the material of her panties felt wonderful against Michael’s cock, though she was still quite inexperienced, and progress was rather slow.

“So, why don’t you two tell me about exactly what you are and why you hang around Ana? Are you her familiars?” 

The rabbit spoke to the two flying creatures while he relaxed back and enjoyed his pleasure. In response, the dragon began to speak first, as she was the more eloquent of the two.

“We are not familiars. Familiars give magic to the user, while our existence only takes magic from Ana, though the magic required to keep us out is minuscule compared to her capabilities.”

“Out?”

“We are essentially magic tattoos. She has tattoos like us all over her body beneath her dress of various animals.”

“Hey Ana, raise your dress for a sec so I can see some of your tattoos.”

Michael instructed her, and she paused the handjob to raise up the hem of her dress, only ever using her nondominant hand to do things as her left hand was currently holding the feather. She raised her dress and exposed her shapely torso as well as her bare crotch and legs. On her torso, almost every inch was covered in various tattoos, every one of them pure black and depicting the silhouette of an animal in an action pose. She gave him a view for exactly 1 second, then put her dress back down and returned to the handjob.

“So she’s got a whole cabal of talking animals?”

“Well not exactly. The tattoos come in tiers. At the first tier, which is what most of them are, she can summon the animals, though they are only as intelligent as their feral counterparts. She can also turn into the form of the animal if she so desires, and she’ll be in total control, maintaining her awareness. The second tier is the same, though when we are summoned, we are intelligent and capable of speech. At the third tier, we would also be capable of magic, though Ana is hesitant to give us that privilege. We are her only tier two tattoos, and she has no tier three ones.”

”So… if you guys don’t give her magic, why does she have you around? I don’t mean to be rude, of course, but she seems so unfriendly, and you guys seem to be a bit at odds with her personality.”

“Well, she’s never said it outright, though I suspect she got us because she was lonely. Ana has never really had friends. Without us around, her mental state can seriously deteriorate.”

“Do you two have names?”

“Of course. His is Zeke, and mine is Jay.”

“Michael. Happy to meet the both of you.”

Michael relaxed the muscles in his body as he approached his orgasm, before finally blowing his load into the panties, which soaked up quite a bit of his semen. After that, Ana simply froze in place again, her hand resting idly on his cock.

“Ahh… that felt good after that sudden climax from before…”

“Why don’tcha just fuck her here and now? She’s a virgin, y’know. She could seriously use some stress relief.”

“Well… I dunno, that sorta feels a bit off. Maybe if we’d done it before so I know she’d be cool with it, but not to start off with. Seems sorta exploitative, and I feel like I can get a relationship going with her if I tried hard enough.”

“Hah! Yeah right. Trust me, kid, this is the closest you’re ever gonna get.”

“Well, Michael, if you’re looking for some other way to experiment with the feather in the meantime, perhaps you could try and enact some sort of long term effects for after she puts down the feather?”

“Oh! Oh! Make it so she’ll strip naked if I tell her to! Haha! That’d be funny as hell!” Zeke laughed quite heavily at his own suggestion, and while Michael wasn’t going to do something that intense, it did have an idea.

“Ok ok, hang on, lemme think this through… Mmm, alright. Ana, this morning you decided to forgo panties because you wanted to enjoy the feeling of a breeze on your crotch when it went up your dress. Now, for the rest of today, when someone asks you if you’re wearing underwear, you should respond in a way that gives a clear and concise explanation, and the best way to do so would be to say ‘I’m not wearing any panties because I enjoy the feeling of the air on my tight vixen cunt.’, then, you should raise your dress for them so they can get a good view at your pussy.”

While Michael was giving his new instructions, Zeke was laughing himself into a fit, while even Ana had a grin on her face, clearly enjoying toying with her owner at least somewhat. Michael gave Zeke a few moments to calm down and recompose himself before he spoke again to disengage the mind control. He pulled his shorts up to cover his cock, then took her panties from her hand and stuffed them into his chest fluff so she wouldn’t notice them.

“Alright, Ana. Are you going to do everything I asked you to even after you let go of the feather?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Now, because the feather is mine, I want you to hand it back to me.”

She obliged, reaching her right hand out and offering the feather to Michael, who promptly took it. The moment she released the feather, she shut her eyes, scrunching them up a bit as if trying to regain her focus during a headache. She got to her feet and looked around, noticing that nothing seemed amiss.

“What the fuck… What the fuck did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. It was the feather. The moment you grabbed it, your body sorta went limp. You almost fell to the ground, but I snatched it back before you hit the floor. You were only out for like half a second. It was a natural defense mechanism of the feather.”

“Then why didn’t Zeke collapse when he grabbed it?”

“Well… the feather affects your mind, so I imagine it has to do with… Zeke, you said his name was? Not having a proper mind to control.”

She looked around at her followers, who both gave nods to help convince her of everything the rabbit says, showing that they were willing to play along. Before she could speak up again, though, Michael decided to test out their plan.

“Now Ana, before we continue my torment, would you mind if I ask a random question: Are you wearing any underwear today?”

She rolled her eyes at the question, already impatient enough without Michael trying to interject his own questions.

“What kind of perverted ass question is that? Of course only a rabbit would ask something like that after he’s been cursed for life. Whatever, I’m not wearing any panties because I enjoy the feeling of the air on my tight vixen cunt.”

At the beginning of her response, it seemed that the mind control had failed, though after her usual degradation of Michael, she gave the proper response just as expected, word for word, and even reached her hands down and pulled up her dress to expose her bare crotch to Michael for a few seconds.

In response to this, Zeke couldn’t control himself, and suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, failing to flap his wings and falling to the ground as he laughed his nonexistent lungs out. Ana was confused by this, uncertain if he was laughing at her or the rabbit, though she couldn’t possibly imagine why he’d be laughing at her. She put down her dress and looked to the bird.

“What the hell are you laughing at? He gave me a question and I answered. What the fuck is so funny about that?”

“Hahaa… n-nothing! I- hahaha-!- I promise… s-say, Anna-! Are you- ahaha-f-fuck! Are you wearing any underwear t-today?!”

He laughed to himself as if he just told the funniest joke in the world, then looked up at he expectantly. Even despite the two instances of the mind control’s influence being enacted so quickly, she obliged without a second thought.

“What the fuck are you on? I JUST answered that question to that whore rabbit. As I said, I’m not wearing any panties because I enjoy the feeling of the air on my tight vixen cunt.”

And just as before, she raised her dress again to expose her pussy to Zeke, who entered into another fit of laughter in response, which only made Ana more angry as she lowered her dress down.

“HAHA!! H-Holy fuck I can’t breathe- haha! A-Ana! Are you- haha -are you wear- ahaha!”

“Now now, Zeke. She already answered that question, there’s really no reason to ask it again so soon.”

Jay chimed in as the bird attempted to make another go at the mind control, which was enough to convince him to stop, though it took him a few more minutes to finally come down from his laughing fit.

“Now, if you’re done acting like a dumbass, Zeke, I’m gonna get back to teaching this pervert a lesson. I think he deserves another curse after what that feather did to-”

She began to channel her magic, again, her fur flaring up, but her words and focus were suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice from behind.

“You’re not allowed to use magic in the library.”

Standing just outside the aisle of the bookshelf a few feet away was Mire, the young spider who towed a small wagon of books behind him. It seemed he had just appeared, and was not privy to much of the shenanigans of the group.

“Excuse me?”

Ana spoke, and in response, Mire seemed to take the question as quite a literal admission of not having heard the spider, rather than an accusatory gesture from the fox towards him. As such, he stepped forwards into the aisle until he was right behind Ana.

“You’re not allowed to use magic in the library. My mommy says so.”

Ana was astonished that this individual would approach her so willingly, and not only that, but bark orders at her in such an authoritative tone.

“Fuck off, kid.”

Mire paused for a second, clearly a bit unfamiliar with people disobeying him after his first warning, though he kept up his rule informant act, trying his best to remain calm in the face of this much larger, much more intimidating woman.

“M-Mommy also says you can’t use bad words in the library. She says people who use bad words are-”

“Hey listen the fuck up-” Ana said as she turned to the spider “I don’t really give a shit about what some spider with an age regression and mommy dom fetish has to say. So why don’t you just mind your own goddamn business and fuck-” she placed a finger on his forehead, then shoved hard, causing him to fall back onto his rear “off.”

Tears began to well up in his eyes as an angry expression spread on his face. All six of his hands clenched into fists as he sat there on the ground, though rather than giving a response, he simply got to his feet and began to run off, stumbling over his wagon as he exited the bookshelf aisle, causing him to fall to the ground and tip the wagon over. If he wasn’t crying before, he certainly was now with a hard bruise like that, though he still got up and ran off all the same with his hurt leg.


“Tch. Dumbass kid.“

“Uh… Yo Ana? …I don’t think that was an age regression thing. I think that was like… legit just an actual kid.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, Zeke. He’ll get over it. He’ll drink one juice box and forget about the whole thing. Kids shouldn’t be on college campuses anyway. Now, back to what I was doing.”

With those words, Michael began to understand that Ana wasn’t just someone putting on a mean girl act or trying to act tough. Ana seemed to truly be a vile person. It was around that time that something seemed to shift in the air. A slight feeling of unease washed over each member of this little group, as if a sense of impending, inescapable danger began to loom.

Michael would’ve loved to take his leave right about now, though he could still only crawl, and he was soon forced onto the ground by Ana, who lifted a foot and placed it firmly on his crotch to try and crush his genitalia. Compared to the magic from before, this form of torment seemed very lackluster, as if Ana was afraid to cause a scene. Perhaps it was her instincts as a predator that helped her withstand this anxiety that washed over everyone else, but both of her followers were clearly starting to get uneasy, often glancing around the area at nothing.

“Say, Ana. We eh… we had lotsa fun, and we even got your book! Hows about we make like a tree and get the fuck outta here?”

“Zeke is right. You’ve thoroughly proven your point to this rabbit. I’m certain he won’t cross you again. You have nothing to gain by staying here.”

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with you two? I say when we’re done! We are going to stay as long as I damn well please!”

The two flying animals seemed dissatisfied with that answer, but didn’t speak up again. Ana continued to grind her foot against Michael’s crotch, but even he only found it mildly painful, and for the most part was content with staying silent throughout this ordeal. What Michael did notice, though, was when both Zeke and Jay seemed to disappear into puffs of smoke, as if being recalled back into Ana’s tattoos, though it seemed she didn’t do it herself.

A few moments later, a large shadow seemed to manifest behind Ana, growing in size taller and taller until it was almost double her height. It seemed difficult to look at, almost formless and shifting, akin to staring at a shadowy hallucination in a dark room, and was equally terrifying to witness. All sensations aside from fear and cold as the blood drained from the rabbit’s face seemed to numb away as he watched this entity manifest. 

Just as quickly as they had appeared, the shadows seemed to form properly into a figure, standing at 10 feet tall with a thin form, and 6 arms. They wore clothing that was dark akin to shadow, though along the edges of the clothes there were white lines of silk knitted into the fabric, as if to actually give something to focus on rather than just pure blackness.

This individual was obviously a spider, though their height was monstrous. 10 feet was a height reserved only for the tallest of species, which did not include spiders, so clearly, this person used magic to increase their size. They had a distasteful expression on their face as they  gazed down at Ana, and the fearful sensations Michael was feeling seemed to reach an apotheosis the moment they appeared.

Michael’s eyes focused on the arachnid as it apparated, going wide as he craned his neck up at their head, which clearly caught Ana’s attention, who promptly looked back over her shoulder to see someone standing less than an inch from her tails.

“F-FUCK! Holy shit! What the fuck are you standing there for you creepy bitch?!”

She said as she jumped back away from the spider, clearly having been very on edge for the past few minutes. She nearly tripped over Michael as she jumped back, though managed to regain her footing. It was for naught, though, as while she tried to straighten her posture, the spider reached out the four lowermost arms to Ana, the limbs long and spindly, though clearly very strong as they gripped her wrists and ankles then lifted her into the air spread eagle.

“You. You hurt my son?”

She said in a distinctly feminine voice. Immediately Ana began to struggle against her grip to no avail, her body wiggling and writhing in the air, but the thin arms of the spider woman held strong. Ana was practically panicking now, her more animalistic instincts taking over as she faced this far superior predator, with her sharp teeth now being shown as growls inhabited her words.

“I didn’t touch your son you crazy bitch! Let me go! You’re hurting me!”

“You’re hurting yourself by struggling. And no matter how hard you try, you will not be able to use your magic. My son said a fox lady with white fur and a bunch of tails shoved him, and I’m more inclined to believe him than you.”

She leaned in as she said those last few lines, as if daring the fox to actually put those teeth to use, but Ana simply turned her head way out of fear.

“Get the fuck off of me! This is illegal! Z-Zeke! Jay! Get the fuck out here and help me! M-Michael! Do something!”

Ever since the spider appeared, finally putting a face and figure to the terror, Michael’s fear was slowly beginning to diminish, but even now he knew he would dare not cross this woman. It was almost pitiable to watch Ana struggle so much in the grasp of the spider, but it was arguable she deserved it.

“Take a deep breath, now. You will have difficulty breathing if you do not concentrate.”

The arachnid brought her two free hands up to the vixen’s mouth, placing them along her jaw with the fingertips in her mouth. Webs were generated from the spider’s fingertips, which soon began to fill the vixen’s mouth, forcing it open wide as it was fully obstructed, until she could only breathe through her nose. Her cries were mostly silenced, though a few particularly loud outbursts could be heard through the thick webbing.

After that, the spider leaned in close, bearing her own fangs, then bit deep into the fox’s shoulder, holding it for a few seconds as whatever fluid exuded from her fangs was pumped into Ana’s body. She pulled away, wiping her mouth with a hand, then patching up the bleeding teeth marks beneath the fox’s dress with a bit of webbing. Ana’s demeanor began to change in subtle ways. She was still struggling, though she seemed to be trying much harder to get away from the spider than simply get free, with her eyes shifting from panic and anger to sheer terror.

The spider wrapped a collection of loose webs around Ana’s neck like a collar, then lowered her to the floor and ran a line of thick webs from the collar to the floor, keeping her stuck there. The moment she was let go, she frantically tried to crawl away from the spider, only stopped by the leash’s short length as she continued to breathe heavily through her nose. She tugged on the leash quite hard, though the webs seemed nearly indestructible.

For the second time, Mire approached without any of them noticing. He stood in the aisle with all his arms crossed, glaring at Ana. His mother looked down at him and gestured towards her.

“Go get ‘em, Mire~.”

She smiled down at him and Mire began to have his fun, approaching Ana, who tried desperately to get as far away from him as possible, practically shrieking beneath the webbing, while tears began to fall from her eyes, deathly afraid of this small, weak child. Meanwhile, the mother turned to Michael, who found it difficult to meet her gaze, even if much of the mystique from before was gone.

“You must be Michael. My son told me you said hello, while on another note, I’ve heard a lot about you from my colleagues. You seem to be making fast friends with quite a few staff members. I presume you came here to do the same with me?”

From his position on his back, Michael found it difficult to stare so far up at the woman, so she squatted down closer to his height, but even like this it was hard to talk to her while keeping a steady tone of voice, especially with his racing heart.

“Uh… I-I’m sorry ma’am, I-I really just came here to get a book.”

“Oh… right. Your book. Here you are, by the way.”

There was almost a disappointment in the woman’s response, which Michael found to actually be rather welcoming, as it helped ground her in reality as a person. After which, she held out her hand, and the book reappeared there. Exactly how the magic of her getting it from wherever Ana sent it worked was a mystery to Michael, but he didn’t bother asking.

“Thank you, ma’am. I uh… I’d love to get to know you better, though.”

“Hehe… no you wouldn’t. At least not right now. You’re scared half to death. Come back in a few days after you calm down and we’ll discuss something. I have to set up a playdate for Mire with one of my colleagues. I believe you met her, actually. A real motherly hen.”

“R-Right, I remember her… and yeah you’re correct. You’re uh… you’re very intimidating.”

“And you’re very cute~. Though, we have to talk about something serious, Michael. Mire told you there was no magic allowed in the library. Did you use any magic here?”

Michael recalled back, thinking at first he was in the clear, then remembering the feather. While it was Ana who touched it originally, he most certainly used its power. He began to struggle for an answer. He didn’t want to lie, especially if she had a way of finding out, but if he told the truth he may end up punished like Ana. He spent a few seconds in silence, looking around the room to try and focus anywhere except the spider in front of him, though she soon brought two hands up to his face and held it still so he was forced to look at her.

“Look at me, Michael. This is serious. Did you use magic?”

“I… I just… w-well…” He let out a long sigh a closed his eyes, ashamed “...Yes…”

She simply held him there for a few seconds, his mind overcome with fear once again, before she leaned in a planted a soft kiss right on his forehead, then ruffled the fur atop his head playfully, diffusing the situation.

“I already knew that~.”

“W-What… but why-”

“Prey are so much cuter when they’re scared than predators. I mean look at her. She’s a mess.”

She got to her feet and gestured to Ana, who was currently being chased around her allotted zone by Mire, who was laughing and having fun seeing the scared fox, perhaps too innocent to realize how sadistic he was being, or perhaps a love for the fear of others was inculcated into him by his mother.

Either way, She soon picked Ana up once again, cutting the webbing of her leash with her nails as if it were paper, then began to properly wrap her up, binding her arms behind her back and her legs close to her chest. She moved with a masterful dexterity, entirely wrapping up the vixen in under a minute, only leaving her head out of the top of the cocoon. She brought the vixen over to Mire’s tipped over wagon, picking up the toppled pile of books with her spare arms, then righting the wagon and placing Ana inside where she’d be towed along by the mother as she tried in vain to move her body even an inch, as well as make frightful, muffled calls to other library goers for help.

Meanwhile, Michael picked up the book in one hand, holding it close to his body as he began to crawl on all fours. He’d have to hold the book in his arm for now despite its weight, at least until he got outside where he could use magic to hold it. The rabbit made his way over to his discarded earpieces to find that they were luckily undamaged. He took a moment to put them back on as he was approached by Mire, who was waiting for his mother to get the vixen properly situated and tied down in the wagon.

“Why are you crawling around on all fours?”

Michael thought about his response for a second. It was hardly an explanation worth giving, especially to someone who’d likely forget it by the end of the day. He gave a slight chuckle at his partially truthful response, even if he knew this spider wouldn’t understand why it was funny.

“I’m crawling around on all fours because I enjoy the feeling of the air on my soft rabbit paws.”
