The moon shone down on the city as the citizens below went about their night. Some finishing a long day, some starting a long night, some going off to have fun after a hard week’s work, but all of them under the watchful eye of the city’s protector, Mistress Icewind. She perched high above the city on the ledge of a tall building, looking out of the city she loved so much. She scanned her eyes back and forth slowly, looking for any sign of trouble as she listened to various police scanner traffic. Soon she would leap off, spreading her cape wide as she silently glided over the rooftops.


    	Meanwhile, down a random city street, a small, unassuming mouse girl was walking along. She was short, with white fur and pink highlights blending down her calves and forearms like she was wearing gloves and stockings. She had red eyes, long white curly hair that came down in four bunches, looking like her hair was made of globs of whipped cream. She had on a red short skirted dress that poofed out slightly by her under garments with a white middle, a cute strawberry embroidered toward the bottom, and a cute red bow tied in the back just above her butt. She also had white thigh high stockings and a pair of brown loafer shoes. She also had slung over her shoulder a small leather pouch that hung down to her waist. She looked cute and innocent as could be, which would make her an easy target for the low life scum that loved to roam the city streets.


    	It didn’t take long. As the little mouse passed by a dark alleyway, she was suddenly grabbed and pulled inside. The assailant was a taller cat man with black fur and scars over an eye. He pinned her against the wall and held a knife up to her throat. He let out a growl as he began to speak.


    	“Scream and you're dead. Now what’s a pretty looking morsal like you doing out on a night like this,” He said before leaning in to lick her cheek. She was about to say something when there came a soft thud from her left. The two of them looked over to see a dark figure rising from the ground. Slowly it raised its head and began to speak.


    	“Let her go criminal, and you may get out of this with just a concussion,” Mistress Icewind said in a low and intimidating voice.


    	“Hey, pissoff you cosplaying wannabe hero! This don't concern…,” He started to say before being cut off. Faster than he could react, a bola flew through the air, hitting the hand holding the knife and causing him to drop it. As it clattered to the ground, he grasped his hand in pain and swore loudly. Taking the opportunity, Mistress Icewind darted forward and delivered a powerful open hand strike to the cat’s chest, sending him stumbling back. She then followed that with a leg sweep before grabbing his head and slamming it into the asphalt below. The whole fight was over in a matter of seconds. The little Mouse girl looked on in awe as Mistress Icewind worked. Once it was done, She stood back up and turned to the Mouse.


    	“You’re safe now. Get out of here and back home before another creep like this tries to take advantage of you,” She said as she reached for her belt.


    	“T-thank you. What is your name,” The little mouse asked.


    	“Just call me, Mistress Icewind,” She said, pulling out and aiming a grappling gun to the sky.


    	“Thank you. My name is Sally Berrywinkle,” The Mouse said blushing.


    	“Stay Safe, Sally,” Icewind said before launching off into the air.


    	Sally stood there in awe, watching her fly away into the night. No one had stood up for her like that before, and especially not anyone so strong and swift as her. She blushed as she knew she somehow had to see her again, and make the Heroine her own. Quickly she rushed back home to make a plan.


    	She soon arrived at the front door to a small Bakery, heading inside and locking the door behind her again. She then headed behind the counter, and pulled out an old key with a heart shaped hole and a strawberry shaped head. She pressed the key against a small, heart shaped hole under the cash register and let it slowly slip inside with a pink glow. Then, with a turn of the key, there came a tumbling of locks and clicking of parts. The shop began to glow with a pink and sparkly aura. In seconds, the entire shop began to change shape; shelves of pastries changing to books, the counter changing to a wide oven/cooking range, with the small tables and chairs where customers would sit changing to become a large wooden table covered in baking tools and various witch supplies. Little did the outside world know, but the cute little mouse was in fact a powerful confectionary witch, capable of amazing feats the likes the world would never know. She let out a satisfied sigh before she went over to the books to pull out her “recipe” book.


    	She took the book over to the table and opened it up to an earmarked page. On the page were hand written notes and diagrams labeled “Golyums”. A project she had designed years ago, based on her love of golems and sweet baked confections. They were beings made of various deserts that would obey any order given to them. She also gave them a bit of flair based on her love of anime magical girls. She had already created a number of them in the past, so making another was no challenge for her. All it would require was a special treat and a viable host as the base. She smiled as she had the host chosen, now she just needed the treat. She snapped her fingers to summon to the table a small normal recipe book. She then began to flip through the book one page at a time.


    	“No…no…no…no not a croissant…not a cake…not a cream puff…wait, that one sounds good,” She said as she looked at each recipe, stopping at a new one. “Blueberry tarts. Well, I did see blue on that…I think dragon. I think a white and purple swirl would look great on her instead.” She then began waving her hands in the air as she looked back at the other book. Bowls, cups, spoons, and mixers then began to fly through the air as prepared the new confectionery. Floor, butter, sugar all mixed together before getting placed in a pie sized tray and topped with blueberries. The whole thing was then placed in the oven. It flared to life with a bright pink fire as the raw tart quickly cooked. Before long, there came a cute DING from the oven as the door swung down. The piping hot tart then flew out of the oven and landed in front of Sally, who waved her hand through the vapors coming off and inhaled its lovely scent.


    	“Perfect, now for the fun part,” She said with a smile. She then picked up a small bottle that looked like coarse decorative sugar and began to sprinkle it over the top while reciting an incantation. Quickly the tart began to glow with a soft pink aura as her spell took effect on it. It would now stay fresh and warm until the next time she would meet with the Heroine.


     	And she wouldn’t have to wait long. She quickly went over to a mirror on the wall and began to wave her hand over it, poking at the middle like that was dialing a phone. The surface  of the mirror pulsed quickly several times in a row before the image on it changed. Instead of her reflection, there was a dog in a white wizard hat and coat. Sally blushed a little and waved to him as he waved back.


    	“Oh hey Sally! I didn’t expect to hear from you today. How are you doing over there,” He asked her, smiling.


    	“Oh you know, Same ol same ol. Hey Van, listen. I called to ask you for a favor,” She said, blushing.


    	“You want me to help you make another Golyum don’t you,” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.


    	“Maybe,” She said, giggling a little.


    	“Oh boy… Okay, I’ll bite. Who is it this time?”


    	“A dragon that “saved” me from a mugger in an alleyway. She was so strong and cute, at least from what I could see. I couldn’t help but get attached!” She said, twirling a finger through her hair.


    	“Well. a dragon is certainly a change of pace for you. Do you know where she is at least?”


    	“Well…that’s what I need help with. See she’s this vigilante hero that defends the city.”

    	“Oh, I see, so you want me to help you stage a crime where she then has to come save you again huh,” he said, rolling his eyes.


    	“You nailed it. So you in,” She said, putting on a puppy dog face and batting her eyes.


    	“Ok ok, yeah, I’m in, just stop making that face,” He said, averting his gaze, blushing a bit as he scratched the back of his head. “But you’re gonna owe me a favor.”


    	“YES! Now here’s the plan….” Van sighed. Of course she was too absorbed in making a Golyum to really think about what he might ask for.




    	The next night, the pair met up outside her shop before heading off to an alley. Once there, they went over the plan.


    	“Ok, so I’m going to walk by. You have one of your golems grab me and then you start to “threaten” me to give up my money,” Sally said.


    	“Right, got it,” He said. “Now go get in position. I’ll draw her attention.”


    	Sally then nodded and ran down the road a bit while he began casting a spell to make a bright flash. Off in the distance, Mistress Icewind saw the flash from atop a skyscraper. Acting quickly, she leapt off and began to fly over to the source. All the while, Van began to make a simple golem out of the loose rocks and gravel scattered around the ground, making sure to keep it simple and weak. Really, it was a total pushover with how little magic he invested to bind the stones together. Meanwhile, Sally was down the road listening for Icewind’s approach. As soon as she heard the flapping of her cape, she began to walk down the road. Then as soon as she got to the alleyway, the golem grabbed her gently and pulled her inside. She then let out a scream for help, alerting Icewind to her position. In seconds, she flipped around and landed in the alley behind them.


    	“You choose the wrong night to pick a fight with an innocent lady criminal,” Icewind said, rising to her feet again. The golem and Van turned to face them as the golem let go of Sally.


    	“Ah, the famed heroine Mistress Icewind. Pardon me, I’m new in town. Lets see if you’re as strong as they say,” Van said, acting smug. He then pointed at her as the golem shambled forward to attack. Icewind readied her stance. The golem swung at her clumsily, which she easily ducked under, taking the chance to land some side punches. The golem then tried to slowly grab her with both arms, making her roll between its legs to dodge. She then stopped on all fours and kicked back hard with both feet, sending the golem stumbling forward and into the wall. It hit hard, the rocks and gravel tumbling down against the wall and trash resting against it as the fragile spell broke.


    	“Curses. You are as good as they say. I’ll have to retreat for now. But we’ll meet again,” Van said, hamming it up as much as he could. He then tossed a smoke bomb down and turned himself invisible to sneak out of the alley. Icewind rose to her feet and cracked her knuckles.


    	“Hmm, seems I have a new threat to worry about,” She said. Sally then ran up to her and gave her a huge hug.


    	“Oh thank you, thank you! I don’t know what I would have done without your help,” She said, hamming it up as well.


    	“All in a night's work Ma’am,” Icewind said, looking down at her.

    	“There must be some way I can repay you,” Sally said. This is the second time you’ve saved me.”


    	“No thanks needed. It’s what I do,” Icewind said gently, pushing her away.


    	“OH! I know, here,” Sally said, reaching into the bag. She then pulled out the Tart she had made the night before. “Here. It's fresh and warm.”


    	“Oh, no ma’am that’s not necessary,” Icewind said, waving her hand dismissively.


    	“Please? It would mean alot to me if you tried it at least,” Sally said, putting on puppy dog eyes.


    	Icewind hesitated for a moment before rolling her eyes and sighing.


    	“Oh alright. One piece,” She said. Icewind then reached out and picked up one of the slices of the tart and brought it to her mouth. It smelled delicious to her, and besides, a little snack might help her through the night. She opened her mouth and took a single bite of the treat. In an instant her mind exploded in a mix of pleasure and flavor. This Tart was delicious and she wanted more. She took another bite, then another, and another. Soon She was finished with the slice and was reaching for another. She then quickly Scarfed the slice down and took another, and another. Sally smiled as she watched her spells start to do their job.


    	“Does it taste good,” Sally asked, giggling a little. Icewind couldn’t answer as she  continued to stuff more tart into her mouth. Sally smiled knowing at any moment The real fun would begin. Icewind let out a gentle moan of pleasure as she took the last bite of the tart, savoring its rich and fruity flavor before it was gone. She then swallowed the bite and began to lick her lips clean of the remaining “Sugar”.


    	“Well ma’am, I think that…um…that’s um…enough for…tonight…whew…I should have worn my cooling jacket tonight…,” Icewind said as she began fanning herself.


    	“Oh, my lovely heroine. Are you alright,” Sally said, acting concerned.


    	“Of Course! I just…urp…ate your treat too fast. I should be off now,” Icewind said, showing signs of sweating heavily. She then began to fumble at her belt for her grappling gun. After a stressful minute, she finally got it in hand and raised it toward the sky, her hand shaking. She then cried out in pain and dropped it as she wrapped her arms around her belly. She then stumbled backward toward the wall, groaning in pain.


    	“UGH! What did you do to me…”Icewind shouted at Sally as she struggled to stay standing.


    	“Me? Now  why would you like I did something,” Sally said, acting cute and innocent.


    	“What was in that tart,” Icewind asked, groaning again.


    	“Oh you know, little sugar, little fruit, little flour, little magic,” Sally said, a wicked smile starting to spread  over her face.


    	“Magic? What do you…UGH,” Icewind tried to ask as her stomach began to groan and gurgle loudly. She was starting to sweat profusely. So much that it was coming out in huge beads. Eventually,  the beads of sweat started to change color, taking on a creamy white color as they rolled down her body in slow tracks. Before long her whole face was more white than blue. She began to pant heavily as she felt her lips begin to swell, tripling in size over the course of seconds. It looked like she had several lip filler treatments all at once. She groaned as she reached up to feel oh plump and full they now were.


    	“Just a little bit of magic, my little Golyum. You were too pretty to be left to clean up a scummy city like this. I felt you could serve a higher purpose. You could serve me,” Sally said as she stood back and watched.


    	“Serve you…I…UGH,” Icewind said before grabbing at her chest. Her breasts under her armor were starting to expand, growing larger by the second and straining it to its limit. Icewind groaned as she struggled to open her top. It was too late though as soon there was a ripping as her armor and outer costume Split in two, with her now massive white H-cup breast jiggling  in the open air. Icewind blushed and groaned more as she watched the areolas and nipples grow to the size of drink coasters and change to a bright blue color. She then watched as they began leaking a thick crimson fluid. She panicked as she thought she was bleeding for a moment, until a warm fruity scent filled the air.


    	“Ooh god make it stop,” She begged Sally as she held her breast.


    	“Not yet, my little tart. You’re not done baking,” Sally said, wagging her finger in the air. Icewind groaned again as the white creamy sweat continued to spread over her body. Soon, nothing of her old Blue scales were left on her body. She groaned and panted heavily as she watched lines of the same crimson color leaking from her nipples begin to spread over her body. They started at her hands, feet, Areolas, and tips of her ears and tail as large globs of red, but then began to spread out and swirl creating deep and sometimes intricate patterns. Soon her whole body was covered in lines of swirled crimson. She groaned and panted heavily as she looked over herself in confusion.


    	“Yes, yes. You are coming along nicely, my little Tart,” Sally said happily. Icewind let out a mis of a groan and a moan as Sally called her tart. It was like something was burrowing into her mind, threatening to take it over. She Began to try and mentally hum a tune, blocking its advance. But it did little good as every time she started, the feeling would shift and poke at a different part of her mind, causing her to lose focus for a second and letting the burrowing get deeper and deeper.




    	While Icewind was dealing with the battle in her mind, her body continued to change. Her hair changed color, going from a deep royal purple to a soft lavender and lengthening to just past her breasts, becoming long and flowing like dragon's hair candy. The fur along her spine and the tuft of fur at the end of her tail Also became the same soft lavender, as did the fur on the inside of her ears. All the while, Her hands began to swell, becoming larger and more cumbersome. They puffed up like two mittens, looking more like paws than actual hands. The paw look grew more apparent as the tips of her fingers and thumbs, as well as the palms of her hands puffed out soft blue pads.


    	“Engh…no…i’m not…i’m not…get out…” Icewind mumbled to herself as she continued to battle the invader in her mind. She was slowly losing ground in the battle. Every time she tried to out-think or counter the invader, it would poke harder or shift position, finding new things to invade and slowly corrupt. While she was focusing on holding back the assault on the very core of her being, tendrils of corruption began invading her memories, looking over and slowly changing them. It started with childhood, no longer was she hatched, but molded into being by the hands of her Mistress and baked to perfection. Icewind tried to shift focus and stop it, but as she did, the spike of thought drove at her again, forcing her back into defense. It then continued to alter things. Memories of school and friends, twisted and altered to the duties her Mistress had her perform. Romantic encounters with boys became passionate nights alone servicing her Mistress. Slowly, bit by bit Icewind was twisted and changed. No longer being a dragoness, but a Golyum. A Golyum made to serve. And even that she tried to fight. But it was no good at this point. She couldn’t think of anything else. There was nothing else. All that was left was a name, Icewind. But with one final thrust, the invading spike of though borrowing into her broke though, and in a flash, She was Blueberry Tart. Now and always.


    	“N-no…I’m not…i’m...I’m Blueberry Tart,” She said, her voice changing from a faltering uncertainty, to a confident assurance. She knew who she was now. Who she always was. She rose slowly back up to full height, standing there tall and proud, covered in the torn and sagging remains of her old costume. As she looked out at her new Mistress, her eyes shifted in color, changing from a cyan to a rich green, signifying the final change.


    	“Mmm, Yes you are my little Golyum. It’s good you know your name. But you're not QUITE there yet. Silly Me, I forgot to include the incantation to alter your clothes! Easy fix though,” She said, snapping her fingers. In a second, her “recipe book” appeared hovering in front of her. She flipped through the pages until she came to the right spell. She then began to chant and wave her hands. Soon the clothing around her began to shift, tightening to Tart’s body and fusing to her body, becoming one with it. Her armor and under clothes then began to shift and alter into a short blue double skirted dress with two white lace lines down the middle. The second under skirt changed to have a blue and white stripe pattern, with alternating gumdrops and blueberries on each blue stripe. Peeking through the front of the skirt was the now cyan folds and clit of the Golyum, subtly leaking a small bit of blueberry cream. The sleeves of the costume split at the wrist, one half bunching upward and becoming two puffy and sparkly shoulders for the dress and the other half becoming blue and white lace ribbons that tied into bows and were topped with white bell flowers. The split in her armor and costume widened more, spreading apart to show  her cleavage while her nipple fused and showed on the outside, still leaking their rich blueberry cream. A blue lace choker adorned with more bell flowers formed on her neck from the remains of the costume's collar. Lastly, Her thick black combat boots began to shift, opening up and fusing with her likes to form a pair of yellow high heels  made of thick graham cracker crust. Sally then stepped back to admire her work, happy with how it turned out.


    	“Yes. Yes. I think that will do nicely. Now Strike a pose for me Tart,” She ordered. Tart Quickly put her left hand on her hip, stuck out her right, and balanced on one foot, holding that position with grace and skill until told to stop.




    	“Wonderful! I don’t think I could improve on you…unless,” She said, getting a coy smile on her face. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a jelly syringe and came over to tart. Without hesitation, she stuck it into Tart's clit and began squeezing jelly into it. Tart didn’t even flinch, only smiling and moaning eagerly as her clit began to slowly engorge. Each squeeze Sally gave to the pump added another inch in length to Tarts clit. Soon she had reached her limit at seven squeezes, giving Tart a seven inch long and one inch wide clit. It looked more like a cock than a clit now, and Sally was very happy with it. She happily rubbed her hand up and down its length, watching Tart smile and moan with pleasure as her Mistress used her.


    	“Hehe, oh yes. I am going to have so much fun with you my dear. Once we get back home, you’re going to give me the ride of your life. For now, let's get thai all covered up,” She said. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a sheet of white cake fondant. With Skill and speed, she molded it into a puffy looking diaper. She then had Tart spread her legs so she could put it on her. After some quick smoothing and patting, Tart looked like she was wearing a puffy white diaper under her dress. Sally stepped back again and nodded happily.


    	“Hehe, I’m so happy. Aren’t you happy Tart,” She asked giggling with glee.


    	“Of course I’m happy Mistress,” Tart said in a happy and sultry voice. “I have the best Mistress in the world who gives me everything I need.”

    	“Perfect! Now let's get you home. We have a lot of fun planned ahead,” She said, smiling a wicked smile. She then pulled out a small door to which she threw at the wall. In a flash, It grew to full size and opened, revealing the Bakery where Sally lived. She held out her hand and Tart took it as the pair headed inside. The door shut behind them before blinking out of existence, leaving the alley dark and empty. The only thing remaining was a grappling gun and a grey wide brimmed fedora, that was quickly swept up in a gust of wind and carried away, like a fading memory.
