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This is a \"[b]Nice[/b]\" entry, if only because generally speaking the characters end up much happier than they were before. \n\nThank you very much, and if you enjoy reading it, please leave a comment or go to Shiftshaper's FA page and let them know how much you enjoyed it!\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "For my third Stocking Stuffer 2025 entry, I give you... an RP log written as a collaborative effort between myself and my friend Shiftshaper!

Enjoy the genderplay, species transformation, and general mental fuckery we both enjoy! This is a "Nice" entry, if only because generally speaking the characters end up much happier than they were before.

Thank you very much, and if you enjoy reading it, please leave a comment or go to Shiftshaper's FA page and let them know how much you enjoyed it!

Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Player 1: \n\nThe treasure of the Feline Emperor...\n\nEveryone knew the legends. The cat who stood astride the world. The warlord who conquered most of the known world a thousand years ago. The man whose mountain stronghold was unassailable, untouchable, unconquerable. Emperor Yinkin had not been the tallest or strongest of his species, but he made up for it with cunning and ferocity that terrified even the lions and tigers that towered above him physically.\n\nHe had been known as a man of great appetites: Large meals, lavish parties, big mugs of ale... and a harem the size of a small village. The number of felines who claimed to be a descendant of one of his illegitimate offspring was rumored to number in the thousands, and it was a believable rumor. In his passing, he left nearly a hundred children, with no clear successor. The in-fighting between half-siblings tore what he worked to build apart. Historians often claim Yinkin's death to be the downfall of the great Feline Empire, which was gobbled up by the smaller United Canid League, the Human Alliance, and other world powers that grew up like fungi around the corpse of the Feline Empire as it rotted away slowly after Yinkin's passing.\n\nThe last major fragment of his legacy was his mountain fortress: Yinkinsalmat, which was rumored to contain the vast amount of material and magical wealth he'd left behind. Many an adventurer had gone in and tried to plunder it. Very few ever returned, and those that did rarely came back with more than a sack of loot and stories of wondrous treasures that had been just beyond their reach.\n\nBut today, someone new had breached the abandoned fortress, and gotten deeper than anyone ever before: Into Yinkin's royal palace. Into his private chambers.\n\nJust who was it that has managed to get this far?\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin the Spell Breaker was a man of one particularly strong talent: that is to say, the title he was known by. Born as the 3rd boy of a family with many noteworthy knights, he had little to his name other than his noble heritage and combat training from the House Commander, the House Magician, and the unofficial House Spymaster. Throughout his youth he was trained to become, if not the next Lord of his House (since that was the title destined for his eldest Brother by right of inheritance) the House's Steward. Unfortunately, the relationship soured between himself and his eldest brother when a trait he was born with began to manifest in the way of breaking and releasing the enchantment on his brother?s sword which not only made the blade useless for future encounters but killed his brother?s favorite consort and all but destroyed most of the 3rd and 4th floor of the family's estate. The local Inquisitor that came to investigate claims of demons and dark arts was bribed to proclaim Lomrin to be touched by the Devil, a sick punishment for what had been an accident of spellcraft. A punishment that led to his title being stripped from him. Two of his own instructors were unavailable to defend him because they had been slain in the catastrophic arcane accident.\n\nEver since then, Lomrin traveled the road as a highly skilled vagrant, and soon found his footing as an adventurer. Over time, Lomrin found more uses for his innate ability to break magic, and used it well to get into sealed places and find treasures many before him failed to acquire. It was then after a long quest just in traveling there that Lomrin found himself standing outside the lost fortress of the long departed Emperor Yinkin.\n\nThe very walls of the castle itself seemed to hum with archaic enchantments, strange spellwork unlike anything Lomrin had seen before. The halls and rooms seemed to shift around, magical traps reset themselves, and more than a few of the guards appeared to be former adventurers somehow warped into servants, bonded to the castle itself. Lomrin used his Spellbreaking power to free one such guard only to witness the man waste away into dust pooling inside a suit of armor. The man's natural life span must have long since expired, and Yinkin's castle was somehow keeping those it claimed alive beyond their time to retain their service. With this newfound and disturbing knowledge, Lomrin stopped himself from defeating his opponents simply by severing their connection to the castle or whatever powered the enchantments on it. Since he knew they would be brought back by their bondage in service, he simply slew them as quickly as possible using a sword made from a special material resistant to his Spell Breaking ability. With his ability and a sharp blade in his palm he was able to navigate the fortress rapidly, though it was exhausting. Still, he found himself finally reaching a location he'd never heard tell of ANYONE reaching:\n\nTwo golden doors said to lead to a treasure of the Emperor's.\n\nAttempting to force his way through the magic sealing the double doors by breaking the magic sealing them led to a surprise. The magic runes etched into each door resisted Lomrin's command to make them shatter and crumble to dust.\n\nThe spells securing the old Emperor's most valuable possessions had proven more resilient than he was used to dealing with.\n\nLomrin puzzled over the double-doors, checking for traps or any unusual aspects of the door's designs, employing various tools of both a magical and mundane nature to gather information. His investigations revealed several traps, all with a common theme: They were designed to either incapacitate or to enslave an intruder, and bind their very soul to something else within the castle. Lomrin theorized it had to be some sort of great magical force hidden elsewhere in the Castle. It was for this very reason that he did not touch either of the doors with his bare skin. After several hours of puzzling over the door he realized that the door had hinges. Hinges that appeared to be made of simple, unenchanted iron. \n\nA hundred thoughts ran through Lomrin?s mind about the importance of paying construction contractors well when one?s own town services were inadequate. ``You underpay the people building your fortress, you get what you paid for...'' He muttered to himself as he drew his blade and glanced at the small, unobvious weak points he'd found. It took several swipes of his sword, but with an agonized creak of metal warping, one of the two golden doors fell inward. Some of the runes of magic on the door flared to life to trigger their traps, but it didn't matter; Lomrin was well out of the range of them. Despite his strength and his rare ability to break strong enchantments, there was a few types of persistent spellcraft even he couldn't shatter, and all of them were things he was smart enough to keep his ass away from. Enchantments or Curses derived from Divine or Infernal origin were one of those dangerous categories of ``do not fuck with'' spells. As were Enchantments or Curses caused by, or tied to, Intelligent Artifacts. One of his clients was one such person afflicted by an intelligent finger trap artifact designed to publicly shame, humiliate, and slowly kill would-be thieves. \n\nTo Shreds you say? To Shreds Yes.\n\nThe thought of that sadistic finger trap and its words sent a shudder through Lomrin's spine. Any object that could think on its own was usually trouble, because usually it meant they were both powerfully magical and knew how to use their magic better than most living creatures did. They had plenty of time to practice, after all.\n\nLomrin stepped inside the old Emperor's bedroom after casting a simple Detect Magic spell to see any other obvious magical traps before he blindly walked into them.\n\nPlayer 1: \n\nThe room ahead of Lomrin was expansive, and in spite of the crumbling structure of the building, still looked to be fairly well kept. A faint scent of cinnamon filled the air. There were fluffed (if decaying) pillows all along the floor. The walls were painted bright colors, and several murals showed scantily clad creatures of various species all centered around a large male housecat, bowing and worshipping him. Unseen servants, plainly obvious to Lomrin's magical detection, bustled about, eternally performing upkeep on this room specifically. One was stirring the waters of what looked like a natural hot spring built into a wall. Another was making a bed with raggity linens.\n\nThere were a LOT of beds...\n\nIt wasn't hard to figure out. This wasn't a vault of valuables; Lomrin had discovered Yinkin's Harem Chamber! The place where his bedslaves, male and female alike, resided while courting their master's favor. Where they practiced techniques on each other. Competing endlessly to be the one selected to warm His Lordship's bed for a night, perhaps even to grow wide with his child... or at least to feel Yinkin's seed within them. It was better kept than most of the places in the palace, because Yinkin had treated his partners with some measure of grandiose pampering.\n\nThe room visibly ERUPTED in auras of magic before Lomrin's eyes. He didn't notice anything that seemed like a trap, but various garments hanging half-worn out of dressers were clearly enchanted. As were a number of bottles of colored liquids and oils. The air was magically perpetuating that cinnamon scent, and a cadre of Unseen Servants were bound for eternity to make this place as comfortable as they could, with the materials provided to them. Lomrin had seemingly hit it big time: Not only had he found an unexplored chamber within Yinkin's abandoned fortress, but there appeared to be a wealth of magical relics here, albeit ones designed for one specific purpose, by all appearances.\n\nBut the biggest score was perhaps still beyond this room.\n\nBecause on the far wall of the room was a large, arched red door.\n\nA door that Lomrin had only heard of in legends and rumors.\n\nThe door to Yinkin's personal bedchambers...\n\nPlayer 2: \n\nLomrin didn?t move from his spot at the entrance, watching all the unseen servants carefully and all the most magical items in the room until his eyes themselves started to tear up. Seeing that many auras of magic for longer than a few seconds was intense. Even a bit painful. He turned off the effect but was still able to \"see\" the Unseen Servants by their hazy outlines in the dusty air. He noticed that a few of them \"tasted\" newer to him, perhaps converted into their current existence from some of the other \"few\" adventurers that made it near the Harem Chambers or even inside. If the legends were true Emperor Yinkin favored the consorts who earned the right to share his bed with a magical trinket they wore openly that also served as a key. At first glance he saw no such items. As he began rummaging around in the room without disturbing anything neatly laid out, he began to feel a little tired as if something was tugging at the back of his mind. He almost wanted to rest on one of the beds, or perhaps to take a long warm bath or to go into a connected room to try out the scented massage oils. And some of those fine silk clothes folded in the dressers looked so soft and comfy some part of him desperately wanted to try them on. The urges felt like magical compulsion to Lomrin's trained mind. They were easy to ignore for now, but the former knight could tell that longer he stayed the greater the urges would grow. Every so often he checked the entrance to make sure he could still leave, but the intervals between checks began to lengthen as the door hinges he destroyed began to slowly but covertly start to repair themselves...\n\nA few hours passed and Lomrin gave a prodigious yawn. He checked all the sets of clothing and jewelry for something that looked like the key to accessing Yinkin's Bedroom. But his search seemed to be in vain. Instead of some magic meant to unlock the red sealed door, almost every single piece of clothing, mascara, cleaning agent, even the tattered linens with scraps of spellcraft clinging to them seemed to carry one of a few flavors of curse all designed to achieve the same goal in different ways. That goal was to shape and mold the consorts wearing the garb to fit specific appearances or interests according to the long-dead Emperor?s tastes. The more Lomrin realized what the outfits did to people's minds, the more Yinkin's Harem Chamber sickened him. He began to wonder if the door leading to the Private Chambers was real at all, or just a trap for adventurers such as himself to lure them into this room laced with mind-effecting magic in its very walls. Magic that Lomrin continued to resist, but had found he couldn't simply Break. He grimaced, turned, then rushed over to the nearly repaired door cursing as he kicked it down with a Magically boosted kick. Frustrated, and shaking the foot he injured kicking the metal door, the former knight went right up to the door to the private chambers to inspect it. To his surprise, the red door wasn't made out of the same magic-resistant metal as the twin golden doors leading into the consort?s chambers. A wide smile grew on his face as he broke the ``Door Pass'' enchantment, silently berating himself for his own stupidity as he ventured into the new room.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nAnd with a creak, the door to Emperor Yinkin's chambers opened for the first time in 1000 years. The room was lavish. Gemstones on strings lined the edges of each wall. The bed, magically preserved and fresh, was enormous, easily large enough for eight or nine adults of species far bigger than Yinkin himself. The emperor's very own armor (or something like it) was on a rack near his bed. A set of weapons, from swords to crossbows to maces, was locked under glass in a weapon case. Several chests of gold and silver and assorted jewels were off in one corner, unlocked. Without even using a Detect Magic spell, Lomrin could pick out a bunch of treasure that was obviously magical in nature here.\n\nA table nearby had scrolls covering it, maps of every bit of the known world. Many of Yinkin's old maps looked to be still more accurate geographically than many maps Lomrin saw widely available in the modern age. He'd certainly had to make do with far worse. Two bookshelves were packed with books that had been thought lost to time, each of them worth a fortune to the right collectors.\n\nThough dusty, the room seemed better preserved than any Lomrin himself had encountered before. And, as Lomrin reached, ethereally, for his arcane power... he found it beyond his grasp.\n\nHe couldn't cast a single spell the second he stepped a foot into the chamber, or even manifest his Spell Breaking ability. A look to the floor told him why: The floor of the entire chamber was tiled in potent runes that sapped and suppressed any magic within them. Yinkin had taken no chances of magical assassins. If Lomrin dared enter the chambers of the Feline Emperor, he would be left with nothing to rely on but his best judgement.\n\nA faint pink silk sash lay along the bed, discarded from some ancient romp. The strip of clothing shimmered a bit in moonlight coming from a skylight in the ceiling. Interestingly enough, save for the animal furs on the floor and lining the bed, it was the only bit of clothing that Lomrin saw\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nWords couldn?t really describe how impressed he was with the wealth and power before him. After searching for so long and a lot of hard work he was pretty surprised that there were not tears going down his face. Instead, he felt his loins stir and his shaft harden, not necessarily because he could use a fraction of what he found and gain lands and titles greater than the ones he was born into, but because of the thrill of the payoff. He forced himself to calm down telling himself that he wasn?t exactly out of here yet with the treasure when he tried to reach out with his magic... only to find it suppressed. He grasped his magical bag only to find it rendered normal and unable to access his gear. He felt his sword pommel and felt its artifact energies call to him, resisting the anti magic but that is what it had always done. Clearly he could only take what he could carry physically and even then, the crafty Emperor likely had other guards and traps that have just activated outside of his chambers.\n\nHe took a careful look around the room and decided it would be best to only take a light but important load to prove he had made it to the private chambers at the very least. Believing that the runes below also prevented magical traps he took several rings all with the Emperor?s insignia on them, a plate of beaded bracelets with strange markings on them, a crown that rested on a bust of the Emperor, a few of the books with some interesting titles, a copy of the map put into a map tube, some of the coins in all denominations, a few Jewels and jewelry, and lastly, one of the Emperor?s gauntlets and Dagger at the hip of his armor with its scabbard. With these items taken and with no immediately bad effects, he left the room and then the harem chamber as quickly as pawsible. He wasn?t surprised then when the door to the Emperor?s room slammed shut nor was he surprised when the door to the harem room repaired itself as he left. He was however surprised to see that some of the clothes from the harem room was floating in the air seemingly to the side of the door. He blinked and turned on detect magic to see an unseen servant bowing to him as if giving him the clothes as a gift. He shrugged and put it into his now functional magical bag before trying to leave the castle\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nTo clarify: Lomrin is a human of a more recent noble bloodline aka, a noble family born out of deed than blood that was declared noble due to a deed an ancestor performed in service of a king. He is about 5 foot 8, which is tall for a medieval knight, gold hair brown eyes. His most distinctive feature is probably his chin which is kind of bony. He keeps his face trimmed when he can but sometimes has a well cared for beard. He has the body type that is more in line with a lean warrior. He is dressed in a combination of studded leathers that retains his full range of motion as well as a cloak he uses to obscure his body?s movements from his enemies. He usually fights with a combination of sword and dagger with a little magic thrown in. He doesn?t need hand movements for his spell breaking abilities. In DnD terms, he would know up to 3rd level spells, knowing roughly about 10 spells higher than 0th level.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe clothing offered to him was... the pink silk sash. The one from Yinkin's own bedroom. How had a magical creature gotten something from a non-magical room? There had been a breeze and it looked light. Perhaps it had simply blown in. The sash itself seemed fairly mundane, even to his detect magic spells. Sewn into one side of it was a word in old Feline: ``Stardust''.\n\nThe unseen servant held it out, letting him take it, before drifting away on its other errands.\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nIt took the better part of another day just to get out of the castle safely. It was almost as if the castle KNEW he was successful and was loathe to let him go. After a fairly exhausting and costly set of fights in the way of his precious healing potions and one very rare incorporeal self scroll to avoid a collapsing spiked ceiling trap he made it out of the castle to base camp through the Entrance/exit portal. As always, when an adventurer made it out of the place, the Castle immediately began to grind and groan as portions of it moved and swapped positions with other portions as rooms moved around. A small flurry of less experienced adventurers ran into the portal he just left even as the Portal guards escorted him safely to the Exit station where a healer was on hand as well as a Military quartermaster that always sought to buy things from adventurers that successfully leave. After declining the healer and selling some of the token items from the lesser fights he purposefully talked about how the later stages of the castle had a lot of puzzles he himself, despite his renown, was not able to crack and claimed he left only because he was running out of food and water supplies. All of the items he got from the emperor?s chambers were not visible on his person. Most were in his magical bag. But to allay suspicions, he pulled out a silver coin stamped with the Emperor?s sign, a minor treasure worth half a gold or 50 silvers. The quartermaster took his sizable cut but otherwise let him pass without another look.\n\nA Week and several mugging attempts later, Lomrin entered the first major city in the region called \"Sunbeam\" At another time it was once one of the greatest Feline cities in the Empire known for its ranches and sustainable farms in the fields as well as a center for industrial research through automated practices. Most of t hese ancient machines have long since fallen into disrepair as the knowledge to operate and create such machines have been lost to the ages. Some of the practices however remained alive in the form of smaller textile factories and farming techniques converting the city into a center for clothing production and fashion. It was also a place where many successful adventurers tended to discreetly visit banks or sell of antiquities behind closed doors at the Adventurer?s Guild.\n\nLomrin sighed and cracked his back after entering the Adventurer?s guild hall. The air smelled familiar, the cries and jeers of patrons dancing on his ears as the bar wenches served drinks and attention upon parties. It was a long road but the ever patient Lomrin knew some good times were coming just as soon as he sold off some of the choicest artifacts over the next couple days, for now, it was time to order a room. He approached the main bar, taking off his hood and running his gloved hand through his thick golden hair. \"Good Evening Innkeeper, How much for a Room for a Gold Ranked Member?\"\n\nLomrin was a Gold Ranked Adventurer, the 4th tier of 8. These were adventurers that were well respected but lacking in either the skill or resources to gain the attention of the nobility and thus not be roped into major world changing quests or world threatening events. A nick name for many in this rank was \"Dungeon Keepers\" a compliment compared to the Silver Ranked \"Dungeon Scroungers.\"\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nAt some point during his travel back to Sunbeam, the pink silk sash had found its way to wrap around his neck. LIke an ascot, or a scarf. Though it still radiated no magic, it shimmered as he wore it, and felt very comfortable clinging to his body. In a way, it almost felt like a lucky souvenir. A token proving he'd done better than all his competition. That he was a lucky kitty.\n\nThe Inn of the Faltering Hippo was a ribald and raucous establishment.. The innkeeper, who was contractually obligated by narrative law to be polishing a glass as Lomrin approached, snorted and looked over at him. ``We've got floor space in the back flophouse for 4 copper, jess don't get too close to the other adventurers sleeping there. Still got a few basic rooms avaiable fer 2 silver, too. Nothing fancy, just a bed and a desk and a window with a door you can lock. Or, if you want, you can have the Tavern's finest suite for 50 gold: Warmed, with a fireplace and hot bathing chamber, an attendant to perform beauty treatments, and three hot meals guaranteed, and all the luxuries of a palace.''\n\nThe silk sash rustled. In the back of Lomrin's mind, it was like some part of him perked its ears at the mention of a suite. There was a strange sort of unnatural excitement building in his mind about being pampered like a spoiled prize kitten.\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin listened to his choices and his eyebrows rose at the cost of the Luxury Suite, \"50 gold for a single day in the luxury suite?\" he asked in a slightly hurt tone, \"The last time I was in these parts such suits were being sold for 5 gold a night maximum. What changed?\" He had this strange urge to pay up for a luxury suite this night. It was not unheard of for the higher end taverns in this city to charge 50 gold to nobility per night, any more than th at and the noble was liable to kill the innkeeper and his entire family, but for an adventurer, 50 gold was equivalent to 500,000 coppers more than a peasant farmer would likely see in 10 years. Hidden under the other wrappings he normally wore, the silken sash rubbed softly against the skin of his neck. What was 50 gold to him? If he played his cards right he could sell even a single Silver coin from the Emperors coffers for 100 standard gold coins! He blinked away such thoughts and tossed a silver in front of the Bar Keeper to pay for the information that the Inn Keeper cleared his throat for in such transactions.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe Innkeeper chuckled. ``Supply and demand. Some big gathering of nobles and royalty from around the kingdoms in town this week. Most of the fanciest establishments are booked solid. Our suites are better than sleeping on the Azure Pegasus' floors, at least.'' The canine innkeeper let out a loud deep belly laugh as he took Lomrin's coin. ``Your room's 103b, second room down the hall. Here's your key.''\n\nAs the human took the key and made his way to his room, he became aware of a growing itch... within his loins. If he wasn't going to be pampered like a princess, he at least needed to find a warm companion to share her- his bed. The alien thought popped into his mind unbidden: When was the last time one of Lomrin's holes had been filled by a big sweaty male? It felt like so long ago...\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin went to his private Silver room. It was just as the Inn Keeper said it was, a single slatted bed with fresh straw bedding, a desk and a chair, a chest with an Inn Brand Lock and Key, and a Chamberpot in a corner. The Room surprisingly didn?t have a window, which worked in Lomrin?s favor as he checked the room for secret hidden doors, peep holes, or anything else that would intrude on his privacy. Again he had strange thoughts enter his mind that were getting increasingly difficult to ignore. Did he need to masturbate? Rub one out to quell his lustful desires? He couldn?t even remember when the last time he had lain with anyone was. When was the last time his holes were filled? His cock perked up at the notion which he tried to dismiss. He did try that once when he was very very drunk. He couldn?t say he liked the experience but he didn?t exactly hate it either. He was at a massage parlour after a hefty payday when he was just a new adventurer having hit the Iron Rank. With the skills he was trained in he was able to take out an Ogre which was rated a Gold Threat. The extra reward money given to him under the table facilitated the expenditure and the rewards. He sighed when he thought of how Pampered he was, how the BIG STRONG masseuse unknotted his muscles, how the bath girl came in and massaged his front later and rode his cock. She had the perfect pair of tits, not too firm nor soft with pliable thick nipple flesh.\n\nBefore he knew it, Lomrin was wearing nothing but underclothes, the pink sash around his neck and one of the beaded bracelets when he had reached into the magical bag for his protection from disease skin balm. If he wasn?t going to have a luxurious bath tonight, he was going to spend it with some companions in a bed this night. Precautions taken for his belongings were of course taken with several layered illusions and door lock cast. He had moved the sash from his neck to his waist to help hold up his pants and to look more appropriate going out to the more public rooms.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nStepping out of his bedroom was a moment of disjunction. The rooms had some kind of deafening effect, certainly, because he hadn't heard any noise at all before leaving, but once he got into the hall again, he could hear the sounds of the raucous antics of the tavern, all around him. He could smell the scent of ale on his nose, as he felt his cute kitty nose twitch. Stepping out into the public area, his cute pink silk sash at the ready around his waist, clinging to his undergarments. It was such a pretty thing. Fun to dance with, especially when he wasn't wearing anything else!\n\nIt was shimmery and caught the eye.\n\nIt was opaque enough to hide the finer details of his naughty bits when he rubbed his hand against his crotch while dancing.\n\nBut translucent enough to hint at what was underneath it!\n\nAs he strolled out into the public areas, wearing nothing but the sash and his bed clothes, a wild thought entered his mind. He should dance! A good dance always caught the eye of prospective mates... and he needed a mate tonight. The fires had already been lit. He just had to attract one.\n\nAnd what better than to climb on a bare table and dance for the fun of everyone.\n\nPlayer 2:\n\n(Ooooo, I rolled a minor failure!) \n\nLomrin stepped into the secondary common room wearing a pair of short breeches under the sash and a shirt more meant to be worn directly under armor meaning it didn?t exactly fully cover his belly. His lean body was a little attractive in a way showcasing his flat muscled belly with a few scars on it from a stab wound or two. The beads on his bracelet rattled slightly as he walked with the strange sensation that something should be partially blocking the bottom of his view and that another something should be rubbing against his leg. He needed a good fuck tonight. Not sad and alone in his room but with someone... a mate. He briefly entertained the idea of getting up on a table to do a simple dance he once saw a catfolk bar harlot slave do, but resisted the urge to do so. Instead, he walked among the tables, looking for a lady interested in a male consort for the night. Most of the men were far too scarred, drunk, or pissfuck ugly to have a good time with or any time at all in his current garments. He walked with a little sashay between the tables, dancing slightly with more arm movements to make the beads on his newfound bracelet rattle. The pink silk shash shimmered as he gave a twirl as he fell a bit more into the role of \"male consort\"\n\nPlayer 1:\n\n(Hmm... make another roll to see if he saves against something else)\n\nPlayer 2:\n\n(Will save? What kind of save?)\n\nPlayer 1:\n\n(The sash is trying to make him see girls in the bar as competition. Not romantic options)\n\nPlayer 2:\n\n(Another minor failure. Which means he doesn?t see all girls as competition but he will likely view bar maids and other bar whores as competition)\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nA thought popped into Lomrin's head as he entered the room:\n\n``Take wider steps to wiggle our hips while we walk!''\n\nAs he looked over the crowd, he heard his bracelet rattling. The tavern was crowded tonight, but he could make out a number of prospective bedmates.\n\nThe first was a tall, slender elven lady with a shaved head and glowing blue eyes. There was something slightly chilling about her as he looked her over... though the fact that she was wearing almost as much as he was, her body covered in swirling gray tattoos, definitely caught his eye.\n\nThe second partner that caught his eye was a smiling vulpine maiden, wearing a low cut purple top that bounced whenever she leaned forward onto the table. She was playing poker and seemed to be winning more than she lost. Occasionally she'd reach for the rapier at her waist.\n\nThe third patron that caught Lomrin's eye was... a bit different. He wouldn't usually fixate on a man, but this tall dark skinned creature, half bull and half human, was surrounded by barmaids and wenches. It seemed like half the wait staff were smiling and cooing and fawning over him, eager to serve his every need. And for good reason. Lomrin wasn't quite an expert on males, but the man was definitely handsome... and smelled of a strong dominant musk. It was hard NOT to see why everyone was fawning over those cool steel eyes, those big, strong, yet gentle hands...\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin took several steps towards the big bad Bull, feeling almost as if there was a magnetic pull, but then the smiling Vulpine caught his eye and seemed to beckon to him with her eyes and a nod \"Servant, bring me that wine.\" she called out to him. Without complaint, Lomrin did as he was asked grabbing a bottle of wine from a nearby vacated table, the patrons of which were currently putting their hands or paws all over the Half Minotaur?s strong muscles. As Lomrin approached the Vixen, he also brought forth a pair of glasses wiggling his hips to give the Maid a little show looking/feeling a little more natural at it.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe vixen laughed at him as he approached. ``Good!'' She laughed, lifting a paw up and slapping Lomrin on the ass. ``You're a good wench, aren't you?'' As the spank hit his butt, Lomrin's mind felt a flash of pleasure. For just a brief moment, he felt almost like he'd just orgasmed. There was something pure about it. He was serving others. Pleasuring them. It was what he was meant for.\n\nHe was a good harem kitty.\n\nA slender, calico tail snaked its way out of the back of Lomrin's backside, growing as the vixen looked him in the eyes. ``Good wench. Now sit on my lap. Share this bounty of grapes with me.'' She patted her lap, while holding her cards with her free paw. ``Play the game with me. Help me win. Be my good luck charm.''\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin grinned and then blushed when the Vixen his his ass, a blush growing on his face. There was an explosion of pleasure centered within his chest and his loins as a little precum shot out of his flaccid cock and lightly dampened the inside of his breeches, hidden beneath the sash\n\nServe them, mew!\n\nPurrrleasure them...\n\nBe a good kittey-wench!\n\nThe unbidden thoughts flitted through his mind even as a long black and orange and white furred tail snaked out from under his sash before he said \"Yes m?lady!\" in a subservient tone, turning and lifting his tail slightly as he sat on her lap as told, twitching his tail back and forth as if the human had always had it. A soft titter escaped his lips as he, with expert deftness, moved to tickle her snout playfully then let it flick against her free side. He leaned back into the crook of her shoulder and one of her breasts so she could show the cards without revealing them to the opponents.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe vixen grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek before wrapping an arm around him. She rubbed and pinched at one his nipples as she played, tail swishing eagerly behind her.\n\nA thought echoed through Lomrin's mind. ``The purrfect courtesans is good arm candy...''\n\n``Hey, Ella, how'd you get a cutie like him doting on you?'' A floppy-jowled dogman snorted as he laid down his hand, staring at Lomrin.\n\n``You are a good courtesan, mew! Be pretty and affectionate and fay...''\n\nThe vixen's eyes glinted. ``Just lucky, I suppose.'' She looked up at Lomrin, giving him another pat on the rear. ``What's your name, wench?'' She chuckled, claiming another winning hand and pulling the pot into her corner. ``Check that. Tonight I think your name is ``Lucky Charm!'' She reached her paw down to pet at the silk sash on his waist. ``Are you getting hard on this, Lucky Charm?''\n\n``Good courtesans have no thoughts but to pleasure, mrrrowr!''\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin sighed and groaned expressively when his nipple was pinched! But when the Vixen?s arm pulled away from his chest, his chest seemed to shimmer a bit, looking to be oiled in the dim illumination shed from the nearby fireplace. A faint scent of a strawberry perfume wafted through the air around him. Lomrin's nipples even seemed to be glistening in the flickering firelight. He ate a few grapes slowly, and fed the sweetest of them to the Vixen as she played. Once when her lips were stained with grape juice, Lomrin even fawned over her, leaning in to wipe her snout with a cloth napkin. He didn?t outwardly respond to the floppy jowled dog man though the way his ears tinted pink and how the vixen felt his cock press against her thigh was clear he took the compliment well.\n\n\"My name is Lomr-'' his softened voice was cut off by the sounds of her pulling in her winnings. Lucky nodded, \"Yes miss, very much so.\" He brought his free hand to her other shoulder and flexibly turned his upper body to face her, turning his hip as his not too heavy weight went full on her, \"How may I pleasure you this evening Mewstress? I serve no one but the person whom I?m spending my evenings with. By day, I am an unassuming adventurer, by night... I am whatever you want me to be.\" His tail flicked this way and that as his back arched slightly. He felt his nipples rub against the Vixen?s blouse before he slid off of her and onto his feet with good agility.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nElla swished her tail, reaching out a paw to stroke at his. As his tail was pet, Lomrin felt a shudder of pleasure running up his spine. Was his tail always this sensitive? The only thing that was more certain to make him mewl in bliss was if his nipples were pinched and his boobies bounced!\n\nThat was a very silly thought!\n\nAfter all, he wasn't even wearing a bra, so his boobies would bounce anyway!\n\nThe vulpine maiden stood up, still stroking his tail. ``You can share my bed tonight, cutie, but only under one condition: I'm in charge. You don't get an opinion. You just get to look pretty and OBEY....''\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLucky's tail slowly curled as it was stroked. Lomrin himself felt himself go onto his tiptoes as he sighed and leaned upon her feeling a strange sensation in his throat as he let out a small gasp of pleasure. His flat chest felt a little wrong, disconnected for a moment even as the foxy vixen stood up still stroking his tail causing him to move with her as she gripped his ass a little more tightly on the word OBEY then traced a finger down his jaw line looking into his brown eyes. She saw the Want in those eyes, the sincere NEED to SERVE and OBEY.\n\nLuc- Lomrin nodded in agreement saying, \"Yes Mistress. Does Mistress have her own room?\" he asked as he followed after her.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe vixen had a paw on his ass the whole time. ``Yup, one of the 1 silver rooms over here.'' She led him along the bar. ``Lift your tail up, kitten. I want everyone to see the backside I'm claiming tonight.'' She smiled, her tail brushing against his legs as she led him back.\n\nElla's room wasn't much different than Lomrin's, but she had more pillows on her bed, and a king size bed instead of a single. How'd she manage that?!? The vixen closed and locked the door behind her, before giving Lomrin a swat on his cheeks. ``On your knees, kit. Time to see what you're made of, wench.''\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLucky lifted her tail as asked, raising the pink sash along with it, allowing anyone in the room to see the flatter ass and the ragged hole of what they'd all likely assume was a mixed blooded human/catfolk. His tail was spilling out of his breeches, sometimes allowing a few curious or lusty onlookers to see his crack. The knowledge that EVERYONE could see his goods exposed like that caused Lomrin's face to redden his lips to purse and his cock to harden further, more and more precum dampening the insides of his rough hewn breeches.\n\nLuc- Lomrin entered Ella?s room, which was across from his own even though Ella didn?t know that and sank to his knees on the floor when his ass was swatted again. He dutifully went onto his hands and knees, his tail swishing as she went out of his front view. The swat caused tingles to grow along his ass cheeks as they seemed to swell up a bit bigger. Somewhere deep in his mind, Lomrin was vaguely aware something felt wrong... out of place but he was feeling very good at the moment, a heady satisfied but wanting feeling.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe vulpine lass chuckled, looming over Lomrin. ``That's a good little kitten-wench. So eager for a chance to serve others, aren't you?'' Bunching up the frills of her skirts, the orange foxy lass flashed Lomrin her panties, a faint hint of musk hitting his nostrils as he stared at the lavender things. There was a slender bulge outlined in them. Ella reached down to pat at Lomrin's head. With each pat, his human ears shrank and a pair of bright fluffy cat ears grew out of the tip of his head. ``Good little wench. Get those teeth to work, tugging down my panties.''\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin gazed upwards at Ella, his tail still raised up even as she began to slightly undress revealing her panties to him. A strange smell that was a little sharp at first filtered into his olfactory senses just as she began to pat and ruffle his hair. He had a strange phantom sensation as his hearing shifted, the room becoming audibly more acute, the sounds of the revelry downstairs less muffled even allowing the part of his brain that wasn?t distracted by his need to have an evening with \"companionship\" to parse individual voices and catalogue such information for possible use later. He felt his ears flick down at her touch, the strange yet familiar feeling causing that \"other\" awareness, that sense that something was wrong to persist.\n\nLomrin?s shiny black and orange furred ears flitted up as he heard her command, moving forward a bit on his hands and knees he leaned up and brought his mouth close to those lavender panties, pulling down one side on a fur covered thigh, her slightly matted fur brushing against his cheek even as he took a deep breath of her scent.\n\nAnd felt his head spin blissfully at the scent of arousal against his nostrils.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThere was a pervasive... almost Pink line of thought in his mind. The second Lomrin tugged down those panties, almost like a kitten fussing with cloth, and he saw the erect, slender dick of the femmy fox facing him, it spoke for the first time.\n\n``Oooooooo! Such a PRETTY foxy-femboy! We make him glad he has fuckstick, yes?''\n\nThe thought came into his mind along with images of a buxom catgirl, clad in nothing but the pink silk sash, drawing her tongue along Ella's shaft, eyes rolling back in contentment. The image and the words practically pushed out any other thoughts Lomrin had. Making it impossible for him to focus on anything other than the growing desire he had to suck that dainty, yummy, musky vulpine cock.\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLomrin smelled more than saw the long, slender cock before him as he slowly brought his face to the other side of the panties, rubbing the bulge against his right cheek. He slowly pulled down the other side of the panties, His tail wiggling and twitching in excitement as the front of the panties, now caught on her shaft, left little to the imagination. She- no, he?s so pretty. How could such an elegant creature have a cock? What was that other voice, No... No, don?t pull down the other side of the panties like that! Nooo, we want to do it! That yummy scent blending a tom's masculinity with a vixens's spice! This one's such a purrfect mewstress to whoreship, almost as sexy as Yinkin! You wanna be a good kitty for your foxy mewstress, right? That's why you put on my beads and my sissy sash!\n\nLomrin seemed to hesitate for a moment, biting his lower lip and trembling slightly before he stopped, a seductive smile growing on his lips. ``Mmmph! Your cock is so pretty Ella, mew! I was always curious how foxy cum tastes...'' He froze. ``W-wait, I was? What am I-'' It was a moment's fugue, but it didn't last. The other voice in his mind, the pink voice, insisted it was less important to focus on what felt strange while he had that delicious smelling cock in front of him to worship first. Lomrin let his tongue come out and lick the tip of that panty colored bulge. With every soft lap, his tongue seemed to grow a bit longer, a bit more rough. Soon, licks weren't enough. His lips soon got in on the fun, as Lucky found him- herself gently suckling and lapping at the feminine fox's shaft through the material, encouraging it to grow more and more erect, the scent of the fox's spicy musk growing more prominent in his nostrils, and the growing shaft more and more free of its silken prison.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThere was a growing sense of pleasure and warmth in Lomrin's body as he felt his mouth wrapping around the cock in front of him. ``Mmmmm!'' Ella swished her fluffy, fiery orange tail, letting out a soft huff as she reached down to scritch Lomrin between the ears. ``G-good kitty wench...'' Ella purred, The sensation sent a flash of pleasure through his mind. He felt a faint rumbling in his throat... he was purring! Every scratch on her head, every taste of that shaft...\n\n``It's what we were meant for...''\n\nThe pink voice laced through his thoughts. He felt his tongue licking at the tip of the cock, and with each tentative lick, he felt another rush of pleasure. The taste of his first bead of precum felt warm and familiar... and delicious. Orange, white, and black fur was growing down his lower body at an increasingly swift rate, muscles in his ass developing a coating of pillowy fat that caused his rump to blossom out into a perfect bubble butt as the fu- HIS fur began to spread across his body. The more he nursed on that yummy cocky, the more right his body was starting to feel.\n\nWith a grunt of enthusiasm, Ella rolled her hips to thrust inside him, pushing her cock into his maw and holding it there as Lom- Lucky's mouth engulfed it gently. After another moment, she rolled back to pull out of his mouth, leaving it feeling sadly empty, before pushing back in. Like a well-oiled piston, the vulpine pumped back and forth, back and forth, riding Lucky's mouth as the hum- as the kitty-boi's whiskers twitched and his whole body rumbled with pleasure. The feminine fox was small, nowhere near as big as Mewster Yinkin's mighty greatsword, but she leaked like a faucet, and Lucky felt more and more of that delicious fluid splashing against his tongue each time Ella thrust her rapier back into his body. ``Mmm.... you tease like you've trained your whole life to do it... who taught you such bedwork?'' A dainty, tiny set of balls smacked against Luck- Lomrin's chin, as she pulled out of his mouth (much to the pink voice's regret and dismay) spurting some precum onto one of his cheeks, a few droplets dribbling down his whiskers. ``I'm all worked up now. Which hole does the kitten-wench want filled first?''\n\nPlayer 2: \n\nLomrin moaned and began to purr as he suckled and lapped cutely at the tip of his Mewstress' cock. Seconds later he was swallowing the whole thing. It?s slender, smooth, slippery, pointed, dribbling, wet, yummy, tasty, ambrosia isn?t it, mew? The pink voice in his head seemed to titter in his thoughts, growing a bit more frisky as a strange connection between it and him became stronger, more pronounced. He idly wondered why the taste of the foxy vixens' slender rapier tasted so good and why he felt his own shaft quickly grow fully erect in his breeches at the thought of continuing. It?s what we were meant for, sillybutt! The pink voice whispered to him, the thought echoing in his mind over and over and over again as he felt his favorite lacy pink sash rub against his fuzzy rump..\n\nSoon wonderfully aromatic precum was running down his lip and chin, some even dribbling from his whiskers, even as Lomrin felt his ass jiggling a bit more with every wiggle of his hips, as if it were somehow ripening like a peach. Did his breeches feel tighter, or had they always clutched to his hips like a drowning man clinging to a floating log? Nooo, his ass had just always been a bouncy, bountiful bubble butt, hadn't it? Luck- Lomrin was also confused about if he'd always had feline traits like his fluffy, pretty tail and his cute, twitchy whiskers. Wasn't he of a noble human-specific bloodline? Or was he a mixed blood kitty-boi? He could feel his tail dancing behind him with every second he sucked on the feminine vulpine's meaty dagger. It was hard to see himself as a human when he could feel every twitch of his fluffy tail! But he was human- or- Nooo, he was probably something more like some fussypants noble's half-blood whoreson, mew, given the opportunity to serve his eldest half-brother and service his men while big brother trained to be a future officer in the Castle, right? Not some silly stuffy human noble male who never had any fun!\n\nLomrin?s half closed eyes snapped back open as Ella?s balls hit his now hanging lower lip as he came back to himself. \"Whichever one purrleases the customer, mew!\" His voice had a faint, happy rumble to it as he licked his lips slowly, gazing up at her with a hungry expression while his eyes seemed to slit in front of her, turning more feline in a single blink. Lom- Lucky swayed her hips as she rose to up to her feet- her footpaws, laying her hands against her breeches and tugging them down in lazy, gradual tugs. As the clothing reached her- his knees and started to slide down on its own, Lomrin turned away from his mistress, getting on all fours and raising his full moon ass towards her. The transforming catboy's tail rose above his calico ass, revealing his perfect, seemingly virgin rosebud. He had taken to talking and speaking in a lighter, more breathy voice whenever he was out pretending to be- working as a courtesan for an evening. He slowly turned his head to face Ella again, his lips turning black and glossy as licorice as his face began to fully transform. His face grew outward into a catlike snout as the lower part of his nose darkened and grew leathery as he brought a finger to his fuzzy lower lip demurely drawing attention away from his exposed flattening neck hollow, all hints of a rather pronounced adam's apple being sanded away then covered by a wave of white and auburn fur. Lucky purred and moaned in approval at her new host's words spoken and actions taken. They held the perfect inflection, the poise, the lack of guile, the seeming naive all harem girls learned to use to seduce the men and women who ruled over them.\n\n``We're such a good little sex kitten, mew!''\n\nIt was getting harder for Lomrin to tell which thoughts were the pink and which ones were his own. \n\nAnd it was even harder for him to still care when every moment he felt more good.\n\n``That's how we always feel, Lommy! This is who we've always been, mew...''\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nThe vulpine creature broke out into a grin as he watched Lomrin hefting his booty up for display. Lomrin felt a chilly, cool finger circling his tailhole. A shiver of pleasure and chill ran up his spine, as the foxy femme teased him. ``You know, you're quite amazing, with that magic of yours letting you pretend to be human at first. I never would have expected such a display.'' Ella's other paw moved up to gently rub and pinch at Lomrin's right nipple, making it swell and puff up at her touch, as Lomrin felt another flash of pleasure hitting his mind.\n\nLucky was mrowling in their mind like a cat in heat. He almost could imagine the voice in his head taking on an indistinct, wispy pink form of smoke shaped much like his own pretty kitty body, its eyes rolling back in its mind, its muzzle drooling. ``Lommy, they're feeling us up!'' Yinkin's favorite harem girl mrowled eagerly, reaching around to stroke at the metaphorical equivalent of Lomrin's penis. ``Like this! Feel that? But on the back end! It's soooooo good!'' As they did, it felt like it called to mind every memory Lomrin ever had of his dick being pleasured: sucked, stroked, thrust inside someone... all the sensations hot and intense, nearly making him spurt out his load just from the pink smoke's touch. The voice of Lucky giggled, as it pulled Lomrin's consciousness into it and kissed firmly, its smokey body seeming to pour into Lomrin's own self-image within his mind. In the real world, a faint spark of pink flickered in Lomrin's- no, Lommy's slitted, yellow kitty eyes, as he started seeing everything through a lusty haze. His body was entering a feline maiden's first heat. \n\nHis loins were telling him they needed dick and they needed it NOW!\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLommy felt that clawed finger slide down the small of his back causing him to arch and lift his ass higher, widening his stance slightly to give Ella more access. In just a moment of stroking, the vixen had driven him into a purring mess again, his cheeks puffing out slightly as his whiskers twitched appreciatively, the cool touch of the fuzzy finger exploring his ring made his tail twitch at its base a few times as for a moment, the feline-in-training clenched his rear involuntarily before it opened and stretched wider without stress, as if it was a veteran of many dildos and many more cocks. Ella?s compliment only spurred Lommy on as he moaned when his nipples were touched lightly then cupped as his formerly flat chest puffed up slightly pulling its adipose resources from his shrinking smoothening small belly, his neck, and arms. \"Oh godssssss yessss.\" Lommy hissed in pleasure, feeling his body grow more right as breasts began to form on her chest. In his mind, Lommy he felt the pink smokey body of Lucky teasing him, their bond growing stronger as he felt the sensation of a fuzzy paw on his \"cock\", or rather his center of pleasure. The teasing sensation combined with the fuzzy finger stretching and teasing his rear entrance was working wonders to trick the former human's addled mind into making the connection between ``having his tailhole stretched'' and ``pleasure'', just like Lucky wanted. Every sensation that swept over his rapidly changing body felt so intense and new, like Lommy was being born again in this night of sensual pleasure. As if he'd never used his body, and he was learning what touches felt good and what felt bad. The adventurer- courtesan's body exuded increased heat and a passionate feline musk, but barely any sweat as he began to pant. Caught in the throes of lust, Lommy'scock was at full mast and under-attended, left to drip a puddle on the floor, leaking out nearly as much precum as Ella had pumped into him. The stiff human prick, one of the few things still human about him, stuck out from between his now more ample thighs, throbbing and practically begging to impregnate someone. But Lommy only had thoughts for one hole at that moment, even though he had claimed he wanted to give Ella the choice. Sashaying his widening hips, he moved towards the bed and rested his elbows on the straw mattress wiggling his rear enticingly like a female pussy in heat, while his plum-sized balls were pushed bulbous by his closed thighs towards her, his cock pointing straight down and dripping.\n\nAs the pink smoke seemed to fog over his mind entirely, Lommy purred and turned to make bedroom eyes at his mistress for the night, inviting her to ride.\n\n\"What Magic do you speak of, Mewstress? The magic of my perfectly trained ass?\" Lommy said with a coy titter, barely questioning Ella's silly words. In the physical bedroom, he twitched his tail and wiggled his ass towards her, even as in his mind Lommy groaned, as Lucky maintained their smokey embrace, her wispy form seeming to infest Lommy's mind while pleasuring him in ways he didn?t know were even possible. In the real world he let out a sigh of bliss as Lucky's influence seemed to push a phantom sensation of rubbing her fuzzy chest against his throbbing cock and slowly working her way around his lower half, cupping his ass and climbing upwards to lick over his chest with her wet, rough feline tongue.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nWith a lusty murr of approval, Ella moved to mount Lommy, as the catfolk courtesan-in-training felt his pretty pink silk sash lifted up and his tail pressed against his back. A slender cock pushing between his cheeks. As the shaft kissed the sex-kitten's tailhole, the fox chuckled. ``No no... but you've much to learn of the tantric arts, little shifter...'' With a waggle of two claws, drawing a faintly glowing rune, Ella invoked a bit of magic of her own: Calling into existence a phantasmal hand, just barely visible as a violet haze, almost as if it were made of smoke. It drifted down to slip between Lommy's thighs, stroking a single phantom finger back and forth against the head of his shaft, smearing leaking precum back and forth along the firm flesh. Just as soon as she heard a huff of pleasure escaping Lommy's lips, Ella slid into the catboy's backside. The hand worked in a rhythmic pattern with it's caster's thrusts, and the addled mind of Lomrin the former Adventurer was unable to really process what was going on. All Lommy's addled and impressionable mind could tell was that as someone began to fuck his rump, he felt a surge of pleasure from both sides of his waist. ``I'm not without tricks of my own, am I-nnnf- slut?''\n\nLommy and Lucky felt their physical pucker being stretched while Lucky made out with the feminizing male in his own mind. Breaking the kiss, some smokey shadow-stuff running from her lips to his, Lucky giggled. ``Ooo, Mewstress is fucking us! I know what could make this even more MAAAGICAL for our first time together!'' Lucky giggled, as she reached to stroke along the metaphorical idea of Lommy's chest, causing a pair of mighty tits to blossom out of the feminizing male's mental image of himself. At the same time, Lommy's phantasmal cock shrank as the silk sash gently rubbing against his fuzzy calico backside seemed to shimmer and sparkle, a bit of magic of its own kicking in. \n\nElla the vulpine was now syphoning masculinity unknowingly from the increasingly feminine Lommy, all while Lommy's chest began to form the faintest hint of breasts, his nipples seeming to puff outward like blossoming flowers.\n\nPlayer 2:\n\nLommy moaned as his tailhole clenched on the slender shaft, testing its girth and ability to gain depth into his rear. The experience was surreal, a burst of pleasure mixed with far less pain than he'd ever have imagined it would carry, especially without lube. The vixen mounting him seemed to find their rhythm and the \"shifter\" found his own as well. The phantasmal hand began to milk him, the sensation of pressure sliding along his length and lightly squeezing and rubbing his sensitive glands made his cock bounce up and down against his thighs, his balls briefly rubbing Ella?s every single time she hilted him. \"Of Course not mistress, I felt you were special the moment I laid eyes on mew.\"\n\n\"How does this feel sooooooooo goooood, Lucky?\" He mentally asked the vaguely feline body of pink smoke in his mindspace, some of it spilling out of his imaginary mouth. The trail of saliva-like ectoplasm that connected them was half blue and half pink as their essences continued to blend into each other like, intermingling more and more. \"Ooooh!\" Lomrin mentally mewled, slowly getting used to being aware twice over in one body. Lucky's paws tapped him on the chest leaving little stains of pink as if Lucky had injected some of herself into him as a pair of great swirling pink and blue breasts sprouted forth each cupped with a swollen, puffy nipple. It was a strange amalgamation of what he found attractive in a feminine form, and Lucky?s own body image, as her other smokey paw rubbed up and down on his spectral cock causing it to sink into his core a bit.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\nIn Lommy's mind, Lucky giggled, wiping the ectoplasmic saliva away as her smokey form swayed back and forth. ``It feels soooo good because you're being bred, silly kitty!'' Lommy could feel heat flowing through his body. Everything inside his felinizing body was telling him that the dick inside him was needed so he could get swollen with kittens. Soooo many kittens... \n\nIn the real world, Ella seemed to be swelling in muscle and girth as the femmy fox thrust into Lommy. At the same time, Lomrin's toned and trained muscles were shrinking. Growing tighter. More suited for grace. His hard-won muscle definition was melting away, revealing a slender dancer's build, hips widening while his pecs and arms shrank. His chest swelled, an a-cup bouncing back and forth from the force of Ella's thrusts into him.\n\nAnd yet within his mind, Lommy saw Lucky gazing into his eyes. ``Yinkin fucked us like this all the time!'' The smokey figure purred, swishing her tail as she kissed him again, another bit of her pink essence running down his throat, while flecks of his blue essence dribbled down her outer skin. ``Aaaaah, I miss Master Yinkin sooo much... it's just soooooo nice to feel ourselves being bred again!''\n\nThe more Lommy felt that cock inside him, the more he felt his own orgasm building. His addled, confused mind was starting to associate anal sex with the pleasures of being stroked off. And the Phantasmal Paw spell wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon. Ella's bed was getting soaked in spunk as Lommy's cock shrank, the head tapering off into a pointed, tuckable kitty prick.\n\nWithin their shared head, Lucky purred, leaning forward to kiss Lommy again, more pink smoke flowing into Lommy as their distinct essences intermingled again. Each time the smoke poured into him, it grew harder and harder for Lommy to tell where he ended and Lucky began. Their identities mingled together like a cocktail, flavored liquids swirled into each other. ``It just feels soooooo good to be under a big strong male, doesn't it Lommy? Once, our sisters and brothers were there too, stroking us, caressing us, licking us all over while Yinkin bred us...''\n\nPlayer 2:\n\n\"Brrrreed?... Breeeeeed!\" Lommy moaned out mindlessly as he- she was thrust into by Ella's swelling shaft.\n\nWithin Lommy's mind, he tilted his head questioningly at first, then giggled. The more he considered the idea of being bred, the idea felt more and more right the more he considered it. With a breath, he drew a bit more of Lucky's pink smoke into himself, staining his blue essence a bit more purple. \"But I?m a male?\" he half asked half whined to Lucky before she answered with a titter and another kiss. As he felt the sweet smoke flowing into him, all his doubts and worries seemed to disappear for a mewment. All over his spectral self, bits and pieces of his blue essence were increasingly a deep purple, as if pieces of his identity were starting to wholly mix with that of the invading presence within him, more and more of Lomrin being stained with pink.\n\nMeanwhile, back in the bedroom, Lommy writhed against the growing shaft stretching his tailhole, halting moans escaping his fuzzy lips as small, but swelling, A-cup tits bounced up and down as he used his hands(or were they paws by now) to push his upper body up to give the growing cock inside of him more leverage. His calico legs spread apart allowing his shaft which verifiably felt like it was dribbling a river of pre to bounce free for the first time in nearly half an hour of grunting, moaning, thrusting and sliding. \"Mrrrrroooooowwwwwwwlllll!!!~~~??\" Lommy moaned as globs upon globs of cum messily began to spill from his cock, each thrust, each bob of his shaft causing it to shrink, an inch with every few bobs. Soon a pool of his translucent drained essence gathered under him on the bed, soaking his knees and paws even as the paws gripping his ass grew harder and larger and the cock in his ass continued to test the limits of his tailhole as it rubbed against his prostate.\n\n\"But Yinkin isn?t, m-mew, even alive!\" Lommy mewled out to Lucky, his own hands starting to explore his own metaphorical tits, cupping each of his large nipples with a hand and a thumb, squeezing them tight enough to feel a mingling of pain and pleasure from the embrace. \"There isn?t a possibility he bred me, I was born a whoreson?s halfbreed, given a life pleasuring my older half-brother's vessels...\" The afterglow of his physical body cumming was giving Lommy a bit more clarity, the fires that raged earlier when his heat was at its highest waned a bit as they were doused with his slender firehouse spurting all over.\n\nLommy?s physical body wavered, spent just as the last patch of human skin along his back was covered by orange and black glossy fur. Even as his elbows bent, like a well-trained whore he held his pose, waiting for his Mistress to finish off on him.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\n``Mrrrr! Yinkin bred many males too!'' Lucky's excited titter echoed through the expanse of their mind, as she moved in to nuzzle like an affectionate housecat along Lommy's underside, petting Lommy's self-image with gentle half-moon strokes. Though they were separate entities still, the representation of Lommy in his mind looked much more feline now, purple smears of blue and pink essence intermingled together all over his form. Memories of his humanity growing up were warping and changing, reflecting his increasingly feline physical form. For a moment, he felt a flash of embarrassment, remembering a time at the School of Wizardry where his naughty tail's swaying motions had knocked his slightly-too-big pants down in front of the rest of class, just as he was writing an answer on the board.\n\nOr... did that ever actually happen?\n\nHe had been trained as a whore most of his life, hadn't he? He could remember being the courtesan trained to worship the males in his half-brother's court for most of his adult life... when had a swishy-tailed creature like Lommy ever made the time to study magic in-between cocks shoved inside him and pussies pushed up against his snout to lap at?\n\nElla quickened her pace once she witnessed Lommy cumming, grunting and leaning down to nibble a kitty ear. As Lommy felt his changing vulpine mistress' thrusts quicken, the pleasurable heat inside his body only continued to spread. He felt almost like he could cum again. And in such a short time! Which was good, because his cock was still being stroked by Ella's ghostly, spectral hand. At the same time, two paws groped and squeezed his ass with a firm grasp that surprised Lommy with the force behind the grip,, as Ella hilted herself inside him. ``Such a pillowy, well trained... rump!'' Ella grunted, a now deeper voice growling as she came. Ella pumped foxy cum into Lommy's ass, one spurt and then another. Each thrust of the vixen injecting more spunk into Lommy's backside. And with each spurt, another wave of pleasure washed over Lommy, sweeping from his bottom to his top. The pleasurable feeling of being filled and mated crashed into his mind like a tidal wave as it swept over Lommy's body.\n\nThis is what he was made for.\n\nHis second orgasm came on as that thought flashed in Lommy's mind again. It wasn't nearly as big a climax, but it didn't have to be. As Lommy felt more goo spurting out from his kitty clitty, it felt like his mind was boiling over with the pleasure of being bred. His body was nearly spent. His tongue had flopped out of his lips in a pant, and his fur was caked in sweat. And there was what felt like an amazonian vulpine on top of him, flopping down on top of him. Lommy's muscles trembled and waggled as he struggled to stay up. If he lost control, he'd fall into his own puddle.\n\nPlayer 2:\n\n\"Murr, what are you doing to me, Lucky?\" Lommy asked as Lucky rubbed herself more and more against him, \"I?m, I?m not a kit-aaaaaaaaaarrrowr! ??~~~\" A few more of his memories twisted to better fit the blending of his identity with Lucky's, even though they were devoid of any presence of Emperor Yinkin. Still, Lommy could now picture the old feline emperor clearly in his thoughts, a memory living being he'd never known. Increasingly, memories of his human life felt more blurry and indistinct as they reshaped to fit some new narrative perverting his life: Was he ever really a noble? Lommy had cum again halfway into his half-hearted protest against Lucky. His shrunken feline shaft, barely two inches long and coated with his clear, spermless seed, seemed to almost constantly dribble completely clear cum into the pool formed beneath him at the base of the bed. Lommy gasped and groaned from the ride he'd just had, reveling in the sensation of being hilted again after so long. The air around the Kitty-Courtesan and the oddly bigger vixen shimmered with heat as Lommy twitched every single time Ella let loose another surge of cum within him. The heat that filled Lommy felt right, it felt like he was born and trained for this... to be bred, to be stuffed full of someone else's kittens. His belly began to swell slightly under his fur as he found himself losing the battle to gravity as his elbows shook more and he started to lower into the pool of his own cum with a distinct ``splat!''. His balls had shrunken down to the size of grapes, and pressed firmly against his taint as even his scrotum had shrunk and withered away. Lommy's tender bits were pressed up tight against his body, and Lommy felt like they might be barely visible at all when tucked into a pair of soft panties. At the same time, Lommy felt two heavy orbs that felt almost the size of oranges, pressing up against his taint, steadily emptying their seed into his thirsty backdoor.\n\nPlayer 1:\n\n``Well, this is a rather unexpected change...'' Ella's voice was deeper, still feminine but with a husky undertone to it that sounded almost like a matronly panther's growl to Lommy's perked ears. ``I have no idea how riding a little kitty-wench like you would've done this to me, but...'' As Lommy strained his neck to look back, he could see the vixen was now at least a foot taller, and with far more muscle definition along her body. Her old clothing had ripped, leaving tattered remains clinging to a body that could only be described as amazonian. ``...I can't say I dislike it. I feel powerful.'' An affectionate growl escaped the vixen's lips, as she bent down to squish an ample bosom against Lommy's fuzzy back. ``Oooo... and your fur tickles so much against these bigger breasts! Aaaah, they feel so sensitive, as if they're brand new...'' With a murr of appreciation, the enormous vulpine reached down to grope at Lommy's squishy ass, evoking a mewl from the whore. ``Mmm... yes, I can get used to being this big... it even feels like my shaft swelled while inside you.''\n\nRising up off of Lommy with a grunt, the increasingly swole vixen let her tail sway behind her, wiping some excess juices off of her crotch and smearing them the calico fur of Lommy's ass with a swat that coaxed an effeminate mewl out of Lommy.\n\n``Good kitten... get dressed ?n get back out there.\" Ella said, with a sly grin. \"Other people want a touch of that ass, I would wager, with how soft and squishy it is.\" She bent down to rifle around through her possessions to look for clothing that would fit her body now. ``I don't know where the tavern found you, kitty, but they picked well. You've a body built for sin, and you make the cutest sounds while you're being bred....''\n\n``Bred''\n\nJust hearing the word made Lommy's ears perk up, a huff of need escaping his lips. ``I- I suppose I should go back downstairs...'' He found himself wondering if another big strong lover would want a slender, girly kitty to warm their bed for the evening... even just a few minutes after sex, and his body was already craving another round.\n\n``See, kitty?'' In their mind, Lucky nuzzled up against him. \"This is the life we were meant for... pleasuring all the big strong knights and adventurers that happen to look our way!'' Lommy felt a purring in his mind. ``From now on, whenever you scratch that growing need in your booty, we'll become more and more like the best version of us I know we'll eventually be, one sticky spurt at a time...\" Lommy shivered at the thought, rising up from the bed and bending to lick at some spunk soaked into his fur, grooming himself like a good housecat while exposing his booty to his most recent playmate in case she wanted to do a Round 2.\n\n``Hey, is this yours or mine?'' Ella said, rising up from the contents of her pack of clothing holding a pink silk sash that shimmered in the dim candlelight of the bedroom.\n\nLommy looked at it, and suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to put it back on.\n\nHe couldn't go anywhere without his pretty silk sash, after all...\n\n - / / / Epilogue \\ \\ \\---\n\nTwo golden doors said to lead to a treasure of the Emperor's.\n\nThe doors, the golden doors haunted the dreams, teasing, tantalizing, tempting, the golden doors floated in the sanguine and carnal dreams of the sleeper curling a black clad paw around their exhausted but perfect bed partner. The night they shared was one of many that have passed since the fateful night they met at that tavern. Since then they moved from establishment to establishment soliciting and being solicited in return, commanding tribute in the ways of carnal pleasures or coin alike. One almost exclusively took, the other almost exclusively was taken at the behest and pleasure of the former. As the coin flooded in, so had the wealth in treasures. Many of the bedmates that paid highly for the entertainment of the pair left forever changed and forever ensnared, enchanted, and entangled. Pleasure and Vice offered in exchange for losing both Strength and Identity. Passion and Bliss sold at the price of Form and Independence. Some left soft and swishy, giving all their worldly things and more for the chance to return, learn and serve. Others came away finding an EMPRESS worthy of serving, dying for, and worshipping.\n\nAs the pair changed others they themselves changed, grew, and felt called to return, return to the Two golden doors said to lead to a treasure of the Emperor's...the doors to Revenge, Reconstitution, and Revival. The black clad sock of a paw clenched, blunted claws coming forth the arm bursting with strength as Ella woke up with her golden eyes blazing. The spirit of Emperor Yinkin summoned back to share this feminine form... becoming aware of what she had become had been an unexpected but not unwanted revelation. Lucky yelped and made a cute sigh, annoyed but aroused she turned over and leaned on Ella's muscular chest to lick and nibble at her neck lovingly..\n\n``It is time,'' the vixen rumbled, her voice filled with the inflection of power and nobility as she rose, taught, firm breasts flexing slightly to lift her easily up to a sitting position. The blanket was tented with her impressive spire, her left paw clad in a form fitting silk glove, which rested upon her favorite feline's courtesan's ass. She gripped it tenderly before standing upon her paws, the blanket falling off her nearly foot-long shaft. Ella as she was now cut an impressive figure; The vixen had grown to stand over 7 feet tall, with a body sculpted more of muscle and sinew than fat and fur. Her poise and body language hinted at a noble grace. Below her Lucky stubbornly rolled and wrapped herself in the blankets like a crepe, tail swishing this way and that mischievously as she pretended to stubbornly slumber. Ella shrugged and looked upwards towards a blank wall of the tent, towards the two golden doors...\n\nservice even after death, Lucky was practically his queen... despite her current refusal to wake up and get dressed, wearing nothing save that sash that adorned her otherwise naked form.\n\nThe Kitty Courtesan herself had changed as well. Months of reforging her talents and form unlocked ability after ability, memory and talents after power. At times she practically exuded a glow as strong as Ella's REGAL aura despite being a full head and a bit more smaller than her new Empress. Her perfect set of teardrop C breasts were accompanied by two more pairs of smaller pleasantly grabbable pawfuls dotted with nipples. Her perfect moon ass complementing her hourglass figure and long dainty legs. At times she appeared near ethereal in grace, her pink sash always seeming to glint in the light and reflect her rosy eyes and slightly protruding elongated pearly fangs. The kitten would often complain wearing much more made her too hot almost as if she was jealous that much more clothing would take away from the glory of her sash.\n\n``Kitten...'' Ella practically purred, ``It is time to wake, to pursue our destiny.'' She gave her kitten a gentle swat upon the ass with one paw to rouse her. Lucky finally groaned and yawned and made a grand show of waking up slowly while sprawling and flopping against Ella's burly body. There were few else the new Empress would tolerate this sort of behavior out of, but this one had earned the right. Lucky stretched her back, extending all her claws in one moment without scraping the vixen's body, then slowly crawled out of the rolled blankets, leaving them to hang loose as she dismounted to stand next to her future Empress. Various bangles and jewelry adoring her wrists, ankles, and tail, signs that she knew would someday mark her as having great status among Ella's future Harem. Satin lingerie, a compromise in her preference towards nudity, adorning her form with a shroud lightly covering her head and shoulders. ``Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine'' she intoned as she splayed out and examined her claws, ``Mew need me to open the Golden Doors of your dreams again right? What makes mew think mew are worthy of Master's crown anyways?'' she teased, knowing fully well the answer.. She leaned in close against Ella's massive guns and purred rubbing her whiskers and scent all over her, instinctively claiming the vixen.\n\n'' Ella murred at the thought, lifting a paw dramatically towards the castle, ``We accepted the changes Yinkin's magic wracked us with, instead of fighting them, and it led us both here. So, let us revive the lost Empire of Yinkin and claim it for ourselves... and together we will have many years, perhaps centuries together to create a new legacy to pass on to the fortune seekers of the future.''\n\nThe sun finished rising above the castle, drenching the land in light and enshrouding the surrounding kingdoms in a new shadow. Sometime later a dainty paw rose that once broke enchantments but instead the Golden Doors opened in welcome, the many servants old and new bowing renewing and welcoming their new Masters.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Player 1:

The treasure of the Feline Emperor...

Everyone knew the legends. The cat who stood astride the world. The warlord who conquered most of the known world a thousand years ago. The man whose mountain stronghold was unassailable, untouchable, unconquerable. Emperor Yinkin had not been the tallest or strongest of his species, but he made up for it with cunning and ferocity that terrified even the lions and tigers that towered above him physically.

He had been known as a man of great appetites: Large meals, lavish parties, big mugs of ale... and a harem the size of a small village. The number of felines who claimed to be a descendant of one of his illegitimate offspring was rumored to number in the thousands, and it was a believable rumor. In his passing, he left nearly a hundred children, with no clear successor. The in-fighting between half-siblings tore what he worked to build apart. Historians often claim Yinkin's death to be the downfall of the great Feline Empire, which was gobbled up by the smaller United Canid League, the Human Alliance, and other world powers that grew up like fungi around the corpse of the Feline Empire as it rotted away slowly after Yinkin's passing.

The last major fragment of his legacy was his mountain fortress: Yinkinsalmat, which was rumored to contain the vast amount of material and magical wealth he'd left behind. Many an adventurer had gone in and tried to plunder it. Very few ever returned, and those that did rarely came back with more than a sack of loot and stories of wondrous treasures that had been just beyond their reach.

But today, someone new had breached the abandoned fortress, and gotten deeper than anyone ever before: Into Yinkin's royal palace. Into his private chambers.

Just who was it that has managed to get this far?

Player 2:

Lomrin the Spell Breaker was a man of one particularly strong talent: that is to say, the title he was known by. Born as the 3rd boy of a family with many noteworthy knights, he had little to his name other than his noble heritage and combat training from the House Commander, the House Magician, and the unofficial House Spymaster. Throughout his youth he was trained to become, if not the next Lord of his House (since that was the title destined for his eldest Brother by right of inheritance) the House's Steward. Unfortunately, the relationship soured between himself and his eldest brother when a trait he was born with began to manifest in the way of breaking and releasing the enchantment on his brother?s sword which not only made the blade useless for future encounters but killed his brother?s favorite consort and all but destroyed most of the 3rd and 4th floor of the family's estate. The local Inquisitor that came to investigate claims of demons and dark arts was bribed to proclaim Lomrin to be touched by the Devil, a sick punishment for what had been an accident of spellcraft. A punishment that led to his title being stripped from him. Two of his own instructors were unavailable to defend him because they had been slain in the catastrophic arcane accident.

Ever since then, Lomrin traveled the road as a highly skilled vagrant, and soon found his footing as an adventurer. Over time, Lomrin found more uses for his innate ability to break magic, and used it well to get into sealed places and find treasures many before him failed to acquire. It was then after a long quest just in traveling there that Lomrin found himself standing outside the lost fortress of the long departed Emperor Yinkin.

The very walls of the castle itself seemed to hum with archaic enchantments, strange spellwork unlike anything Lomrin had seen before. The halls and rooms seemed to shift around, magical traps reset themselves, and more than a few of the guards appeared to be former adventurers somehow warped into servants, bonded to the castle itself. Lomrin used his Spellbreaking power to free one such guard only to witness the man waste away into dust pooling inside a suit of armor. The man's natural life span must have long since expired, and Yinkin's castle was somehow keeping those it claimed alive beyond their time to retain their service. With this newfound and disturbing knowledge, Lomrin stopped himself from defeating his opponents simply by severing their connection to the castle or whatever powered the enchantments on it. Since he knew they would be brought back by their bondage in service, he simply slew them as quickly as possible using a sword made from a special material resistant to his Spell Breaking ability. With his ability and a sharp blade in his palm he was able to navigate the fortress rapidly, though it was exhausting. Still, he found himself finally reaching a location he'd never heard tell of ANYONE reaching:

Two golden doors said to lead to a treasure of the Emperor's.

Attempting to force his way through the magic sealing the double doors by breaking the magic sealing them led to a surprise. The magic runes etched into each door resisted Lomrin's command to make them shatter and crumble to dust.

The spells securing the old Emperor's most valuable possessions had proven more resilient than he was used to dealing with.

Lomrin puzzled over the double-doors, checking for traps or any unusual aspects of the door's designs, employing various tools of both a magical and mundane nature to gather information. His investigations revealed several traps, all with a common theme: They were designed to either incapacitate or to enslave an intruder, and bind their very soul to something else within the castle. Lomrin theorized it had to be some sort of great magical force hidden elsewhere in the Castle. It was for this very reason that he did not touch either of the doors with his bare skin. After several hours of puzzling over the door he realized that the door had hinges. Hinges that appeared to be made of simple, unenchanted iron.

A hundred thoughts ran through Lomrin?s mind about the importance of paying construction contractors well when one?s own town services were inadequate. ``You underpay the people building your fortress, you get what you paid for...'' He muttered to himself as he drew his blade and glanced at the small, unobvious weak points he'd found. It took several swipes of his sword, but with an agonized creak of metal warping, one of the two golden doors fell inward. Some of the runes of magic on the door flared to life to trigger their traps, but it didn't matter; Lomrin was well out of the range of them. Despite his strength and his rare ability to break strong enchantments, there was a few types of persistent spellcraft even he couldn't shatter, and all of them were things he was smart enough to keep his ass away from. Enchantments or Curses derived from Divine or Infernal origin were one of those dangerous categories of ``do not fuck with'' spells. As were Enchantments or Curses caused by, or tied to, Intelligent Artifacts. One of his clients was one such person afflicted by an intelligent finger trap artifact designed to publicly shame, humiliate, and slowly kill would-be thieves.

To Shreds you say? To Shreds Yes.

The thought of that sadistic finger trap and its words sent a shudder through Lomrin's spine. Any object that could think on its own was usually trouble, because usually it meant they were both powerfully magical and knew how to use their magic better than most living creatures did. They had plenty of time to practice, after all.

Lomrin stepped inside the old Emperor's bedroom after casting a simple Detect Magic spell to see any other obvious magical traps before he blindly walked into them.

Player 1:

The room ahead of Lomrin was expansive, and in spite of the crumbling structure of the building, still looked to be fairly well kept. A faint scent of cinnamon filled the air. There were fluffed (if decaying) pillows all along the floor. The walls were painted bright colors, and several murals showed scantily clad creatures of various species all centered around a large male housecat, bowing and worshipping him. Unseen servants, plainly obvious to Lomrin's magical detection, bustled about, eternally performing upkeep on this room specifically. One was stirring the waters of what looked like a natural hot spring built into a wall. Another was making a bed with raggity linens.

There were a LOT of beds...

It wasn't hard to figure out. This wasn't a vault of valuables; Lomrin had discovered Yinkin's Harem Chamber! The place where his bedslaves, male and female alike, resided while courting their master's favor. Where they practiced techniques on each other. Competing endlessly to be the one selected to warm His Lordship's bed for a night, perhaps even to grow wide with his child... or at least to feel Yinkin's seed within them. It was better kept than most of the places in the palace, because Yinkin had treated his partners with some measure of grandiose pampering.

The room visibly ERUPTED in auras of magic before Lomrin's eyes. He didn't notice anything that seemed like a trap, but various garments hanging half-worn out of dressers were clearly enchanted. As were a number of bottles of colored liquids and oils. The air was magically perpetuating that cinnamon scent, and a cadre of Unseen Servants were bound for eternity to make this place as comfortable as they could, with the materials provided to them. Lomrin had seemingly hit it big time: Not only had he found an unexplored chamber within Yinkin's abandoned fortress, but there appeared to be a wealth of magical relics here, albeit ones designed for one specific purpose, by all appearances.

But the biggest score was perhaps still beyond this room.

Because on the far wall of the room was a large, arched red door.

A door that Lomrin had only heard of in legends and rumors.

The door to Yinkin's personal bedchambers...

Player 2:

Lomrin didn?t move from his spot at the entrance, watching all the unseen servants carefully and all the most magical items in the room until his eyes themselves started to tear up. Seeing that many auras of magic for longer than a few seconds was intense. Even a bit painful. He turned off the effect but was still able to "see" the Unseen Servants by their hazy outlines in the dusty air. He noticed that a few of them "tasted" newer to him, perhaps converted into their current existence from some of the other "few" adventurers that made it near the Harem Chambers or even inside. If the legends were true Emperor Yinkin favored the consorts who earned the right to share his bed with a magical trinket they wore openly that also served as a key. At first glance he saw no such items. As he began rummaging around in the room without disturbing anything neatly laid out, he began to feel a little tired as if something was tugging at the back of his mind. He almost wanted to rest on one of the beds, or perhaps to take a long warm bath or to go into a connected room to try out the scented massage oils. And some of those fine silk clothes folded in the dressers looked so soft and comfy some part of him desperately wanted to try them on. The urges felt like magical compulsion to Lomrin's trained mind. They were easy to ignore for now, but the former knight could tell that longer he stayed the greater the urges would grow. Every so often he checked the entrance to make sure he could still leave, but the intervals between checks began to lengthen as the door hinges he destroyed began to slowly but covertly start to repair themselves...

A few hours passed and Lomrin gave a prodigious yawn. He checked all the sets of clothing and jewelry for something that looked like the key to accessing Yinkin's Bedroom. But his search seemed to be in vain. Instead of some magic meant to unlock the red sealed door, almost every single piece of clothing, mascara, cleaning agent, even the tattered linens with scraps of spellcraft clinging to them seemed to carry one of a few flavors of curse all designed to achieve the same goal in different ways. That goal was to shape and mold the consorts wearing the garb to fit specific appearances or interests according to the long-dead Emperor?s tastes. The more Lomrin realized what the outfits did to people's minds, the more Yinkin's Harem Chamber sickened him. He began to wonder if the door leading to the Private Chambers was real at all, or just a trap for adventurers such as himself to lure them into this room laced with mind-effecting magic in its very walls. Magic that Lomrin continued to resist, but had found he couldn't simply Break. He grimaced, turned, then rushed over to the nearly repaired door cursing as he kicked it down with a Magically boosted kick. Frustrated, and shaking the foot he injured kicking the metal door, the former knight went right up to the door to the private chambers to inspect it. To his surprise, the red door wasn't made out of the same magic-resistant metal as the twin golden doors leading into the consort?s chambers. A wide smile grew on his face as he broke the ``Door Pass'' enchantment, silently berating himself for his own stupidity as he ventured into the new room.

Player 1:

And with a creak, the door to Emperor Yinkin's chambers opened for the first time in 1000 years. The room was lavish. Gemstones on strings lined the edges of each wall. The bed, magically preserved and fresh, was enormous, easily large enough for eight or nine adults of species far bigger than Yinkin himself. The emperor's very own armor (or something like it) was on a rack near his bed. A set of weapons, from swords to crossbows to maces, was locked under glass in a weapon case. Several chests of gold and silver and assorted jewels were off in one corner, unlocked. Without even using a Detect Magic spell, Lomrin could pick out a bunch of treasure that was obviously magical in nature here.

A table nearby had scrolls covering it, maps of every bit of the known world. Many of Yinkin's old maps looked to be still more accurate geographically than many maps Lomrin saw widely available in the modern age. He'd certainly had to make do with far worse. Two bookshelves were packed with books that had been thought lost to time, each of them worth a fortune to the right collectors.

Though dusty, the room seemed better preserved than any Lomrin himself had encountered before. And, as Lomrin reached, ethereally, for his arcane power... he found it beyond his grasp.

He couldn't cast a single spell the second he stepped a foot into the chamber, or even manifest his Spell Breaking ability. A look to the floor told him why: The floor of the entire chamber was tiled in potent runes that sapped and suppressed any magic within them. Yinkin had taken no chances of magical assassins. If Lomrin dared enter the chambers of the Feline Emperor, he would be left with nothing to rely on but his best judgement.

A faint pink silk sash lay along the bed, discarded from some ancient romp. The strip of clothing shimmered a bit in moonlight coming from a skylight in the ceiling. Interestingly enough, save for the animal furs on the floor and lining the bed, it was the only bit of clothing that Lomrin saw

Player 2:

Words couldn?t really describe how impressed he was with the wealth and power before him. After searching for so long and a lot of hard work he was pretty surprised that there were not tears going down his face. Instead, he felt his loins stir and his shaft harden, not necessarily because he could use a fraction of what he found and gain lands and titles greater than the ones he was born into, but because of the thrill of the payoff. He forced himself to calm down telling himself that he wasn?t exactly out of here yet with the treasure when he tried to reach out with his magic... only to find it suppressed. He grasped his magical bag only to find it rendered normal and unable to access his gear. He felt his sword pommel and felt its artifact energies call to him, resisting the anti magic but that is what it had always done. Clearly he could only take what he could carry physically and even then, the crafty Emperor likely had other guards and traps that have just activated outside of his chambers.

He took a careful look around the room and decided it would be best to only take a light but important load to prove he had made it to the private chambers at the very least. Believing that the runes below also prevented magical traps he took several rings all with the Emperor?s insignia on them, a plate of beaded bracelets with strange markings on them, a crown that rested on a bust of the Emperor, a few of the books with some interesting titles, a copy of the map put into a map tube, some of the coins in all denominations, a few Jewels and jewelry, and lastly, one of the Emperor?s gauntlets and Dagger at the hip of his armor with its scabbard. With these items taken and with no immediately bad effects, he left the room and then the harem chamber as quickly as pawsible. He wasn?t surprised then when the door to the Emperor?s room slammed shut nor was he surprised when the door to the harem room repaired itself as he left. He was however surprised to see that some of the clothes from the harem room was floating in the air seemingly to the side of the door. He blinked and turned on detect magic to see an unseen servant bowing to him as if giving him the clothes as a gift. He shrugged and put it into his now functional magical bag before trying to leave the castle

Player 2:

To clarify: Lomrin is a human of a more recent noble bloodline aka, a noble family born out of deed than blood that was declared noble due to a deed an ancestor performed in service of a king. He is about 5 foot 8, which is tall for a medieval knight, gold hair brown eyes. His most distinctive feature is probably his chin which is kind of bony. He keeps his face trimmed when he can but sometimes has a well cared for beard. He has the body type that is more in line with a lean warrior. He is dressed in a combination of studded leathers that retains his full range of motion as well as a cloak he uses to obscure his body?s movements from his enemies. He usually fights with a combination of sword and dagger with a little magic thrown in. He doesn?t need hand movements for his spell breaking abilities. In DnD terms, he would know up to 3rd level spells, knowing roughly about 10 spells higher than 0th level.

Player 1:

The clothing offered to him was... the pink silk sash. The one from Yinkin's own bedroom. How had a magical creature gotten something from a non-magical room? There had been a breeze and it looked light. Perhaps it had simply blown in. The sash itself seemed fairly mundane, even to his detect magic spells. Sewn into one side of it was a word in old Feline: ``Stardust''.

The unseen servant held it out, letting him take it, before drifting away on its other errands.

Player 2:

It took the better part of another day just to get out of the castle safely. It was almost as if the castle KNEW he was successful and was loathe to let him go. After a fairly exhausting and costly set of fights in the way of his precious healing potions and one very rare incorporeal self scroll to avoid a collapsing spiked ceiling trap he made it out of the castle to base camp through the Entrance/exit portal. As always, when an adventurer made it out of the place, the Castle immediately began to grind and groan as portions of it moved and swapped positions with other portions as rooms moved around. A small flurry of less experienced adventurers ran into the portal he just left even as the Portal guards escorted him safely to the Exit station where a healer was on hand as well as a Military quartermaster that always sought to buy things from adventurers that successfully leave. After declining the healer and selling some of the token items from the lesser fights he purposefully talked about how the later stages of the castle had a lot of puzzles he himself, despite his renown, was not able to crack and claimed he left only because he was running out of food and water supplies. All of the items he got from the emperor?s chambers were not visible on his person. Most were in his magical bag. But to allay suspicions, he pulled out a silver coin stamped with the Emperor?s sign, a minor treasure worth half a gold or 50 silvers. The quartermaster took his sizable cut but otherwise let him pass without another look.

A Week and several mugging attempts later, Lomrin entered the first major city in the region called "Sunbeam" At another time it was once one of the greatest Feline cities in the Empire known for its ranches and sustainable farms in the fields as well as a center for industrial research through automated practices. Most of t hese ancient machines have long since fallen into disrepair as the knowledge to operate and create such machines have been lost to the ages. Some of the practices however remained alive in the form of smaller textile factories and farming techniques converting the city into a center for clothing production and fashion. It was also a place where many successful adventurers tended to discreetly visit banks or sell of antiquities behind closed doors at the Adventurer?s Guild.

Lomrin sighed and cracked his back after entering the Adventurer?s guild hall. The air smelled familiar, the cries and jeers of patrons dancing on his ears as the bar wenches served drinks and attention upon parties. It was a long road but the ever patient Lomrin knew some good times were coming just as soon as he sold off some of the choicest artifacts over the next couple days, for now, it was time to order a room. He approached the main bar, taking off his hood and running his gloved hand through his thick golden hair. "Good Evening Innkeeper, How much for a Room for a Gold Ranked Member?"

Lomrin was a Gold Ranked Adventurer, the 4th tier of 8. These were adventurers that were well respected but lacking in either the skill or resources to gain the attention of the nobility and thus not be roped into major world changing quests or world threatening events. A nick name for many in this rank was "Dungeon Keepers" a compliment compared to the Silver Ranked "Dungeon Scroungers."

Player 1:

At some point during his travel back to Sunbeam, the pink silk sash had found its way to wrap around his neck. LIke an ascot, or a scarf. Though it still radiated no magic, it shimmered as he wore it, and felt very comfortable clinging to his body. In a way, it almost felt like a lucky souvenir. A token proving he'd done better than all his competition. That he was a lucky kitty.

The Inn of the Faltering Hippo was a ribald and raucous establishment.. The innkeeper, who was contractually obligated by narrative law to be polishing a glass as Lomrin approached, snorted and looked over at him. ``We've got floor space in the back flophouse for 4 copper, jess don't get too close to the other adventurers sleeping there. Still got a few basic rooms avaiable fer 2 silver, too. Nothing fancy, just a bed and a desk and a window with a door you can lock. Or, if you want, you can have the Tavern's finest suite for 50 gold: Warmed, with a fireplace and hot bathing chamber, an attendant to perform beauty treatments, and three hot meals guaranteed, and all the luxuries of a palace.''

The silk sash rustled. In the back of Lomrin's mind, it was like some part of him perked its ears at the mention of a suite. There was a strange sort of unnatural excitement building in his mind about being pampered like a spoiled prize kitten.

Player 2:

Lomrin listened to his choices and his eyebrows rose at the cost of the Luxury Suite, "50 gold for a single day in the luxury suite?" he asked in a slightly hurt tone, "The last time I was in these parts such suits were being sold for 5 gold a night maximum. What changed?" He had this strange urge to pay up for a luxury suite this night. It was not unheard of for the higher end taverns in this city to charge 50 gold to nobility per night, any more than th at and the noble was liable to kill the innkeeper and his entire family, but for an adventurer, 50 gold was equivalent to 500,000 coppers more than a peasant farmer would likely see in 10 years. Hidden under the other wrappings he normally wore, the silken sash rubbed softly against the skin of his neck. What was 50 gold to him? If he played his cards right he could sell even a single Silver coin from the Emperors coffers for 100 standard gold coins! He blinked away such thoughts and tossed a silver in front of the Bar Keeper to pay for the information that the Inn Keeper cleared his throat for in such transactions.

Player 1:

The Innkeeper chuckled. ``Supply and demand. Some big gathering of nobles and royalty from around the kingdoms in town this week. Most of the fanciest establishments are booked solid. Our suites are better than sleeping on the Azure Pegasus' floors, at least.'' The canine innkeeper let out a loud deep belly laugh as he took Lomrin's coin. ``Your room's 103b, second room down the hall. Here's your key.''

As the human took the key and made his way to his room, he became aware of a growing itch... within his loins. If he wasn't going to be pampered like a princess, he at least needed to find a warm companion to share her- his bed. The alien thought popped into his mind unbidden: When was the last time one of Lomrin's holes had been filled by a big sweaty male? It felt like so long ago...

Player 2:

Lomrin went to his private Silver room. It was just as the Inn Keeper said it was, a single slatted bed with fresh straw bedding, a desk and a chair, a chest with an Inn Brand Lock and Key, and a Chamberpot in a corner. The Room surprisingly didn?t have a window, which worked in Lomrin?s favor as he checked the room for secret hidden doors, peep holes, or anything else that would intrude on his privacy. Again he had strange thoughts enter his mind that were getting increasingly difficult to ignore. Did he need to masturbate? Rub one out to quell his lustful desires? He couldn?t even remember when the last time he had lain with anyone was. When was the last time his holes were filled? His cock perked up at the notion which he tried to dismiss. He did try that once when he was very very drunk. He couldn?t say he liked the experience but he didn?t exactly hate it either. He was at a massage parlour after a hefty payday when he was just a new adventurer having hit the Iron Rank. With the skills he was trained in he was able to take out an Ogre which was rated a Gold Threat. The extra reward money given to him under the table facilitated the expenditure and the rewards. He sighed when he thought of how Pampered he was, how the BIG STRONG masseuse unknotted his muscles, how the bath girl came in and massaged his front later and rode his cock. She had the perfect pair of tits, not too firm nor soft with pliable thick nipple flesh.

Before he knew it, Lomrin was wearing nothing but underclothes, the pink sash around his neck and one of the beaded bracelets when he had reached into the magical bag for his protection from disease skin balm. If he wasn?t going to have a luxurious bath tonight, he was going to spend it with some companions in a bed this night. Precautions taken for his belongings were of course taken with several layered illusions and door lock cast. He had moved the sash from his neck to his waist to help hold up his pants and to look more appropriate going out to the more public rooms.

Player 1:

Stepping out of his bedroom was a moment of disjunction. The rooms had some kind of deafening effect, certainly, because he hadn't heard any noise at all before leaving, but once he got into the hall again, he could hear the sounds of the raucous antics of the tavern, all around him. He could smell the scent of ale on his nose, as he felt his cute kitty nose twitch. Stepping out into the public area, his cute pink silk sash at the ready around his waist, clinging to his undergarments. It was such a pretty thing. Fun to dance with, especially when he wasn't wearing anything else!

It was shimmery and caught the eye.

It was opaque enough to hide the finer details of his naughty bits when he rubbed his hand against his crotch while dancing.

But translucent enough to hint at what was underneath it!

As he strolled out into the public areas, wearing nothing but the sash and his bed clothes, a wild thought entered his mind. He should dance! A good dance always caught the eye of prospective mates... and he needed a mate tonight. The fires had already been lit. He just had to attract one.

And what better than to climb on a bare table and dance for the fun of everyone.

Player 2:

(Ooooo, I rolled a minor failure!)

Lomrin stepped into the secondary common room wearing a pair of short breeches under the sash and a shirt more meant to be worn directly under armor meaning it didn?t exactly fully cover his belly. His lean body was a little attractive in a way showcasing his flat muscled belly with a few scars on it from a stab wound or two. The beads on his bracelet rattled slightly as he walked with the strange sensation that something should be partially blocking the bottom of his view and that another something should be rubbing against his leg. He needed a good fuck tonight. Not sad and alone in his room but with someone... a mate. He briefly entertained the idea of getting up on a table to do a simple dance he once saw a catfolk bar harlot slave do, but resisted the urge to do so. Instead, he walked among the tables, looking for a lady interested in a male consort for the night. Most of the men were far too scarred, drunk, or pissfuck ugly to have a good time with or any time at all in his current garments. He walked with a little sashay between the tables, dancing slightly with more arm movements to make the beads on his newfound bracelet rattle. The pink silk shash shimmered as he gave a twirl as he fell a bit more into the role of "male consort"

Player 1:

(Hmm... make another roll to see if he saves against something else)

Player 2:

(Will save? What kind of save?)

Player 1:

(The sash is trying to make him see girls in the bar as competition. Not romantic options)

Player 2:

(Another minor failure. Which means he doesn?t see all girls as competition but he will likely view bar maids and other bar whores as competition)

Player 1:

A thought popped into Lomrin's head as he entered the room:

``Take wider steps to wiggle our hips while we walk!''

As he looked over the crowd, he heard his bracelet rattling. The tavern was crowded tonight, but he could make out a number of prospective bedmates.

The first was a tall, slender elven lady with a shaved head and glowing blue eyes. There was something slightly chilling about her as he looked her over... though the fact that she was wearing almost as much as he was, her body covered in swirling gray tattoos, definitely caught his eye.

The second partner that caught his eye was a smiling vulpine maiden, wearing a low cut purple top that bounced whenever she leaned forward onto the table. She was playing poker and seemed to be winning more than she lost. Occasionally she'd reach for the rapier at her waist.

The third patron that caught Lomrin's eye was... a bit different. He wouldn't usually fixate on a man, but this tall dark skinned creature, half bull and half human, was surrounded by barmaids and wenches. It seemed like half the wait staff were smiling and cooing and fawning over him, eager to serve his every need. And for good reason. Lomrin wasn't quite an expert on males, but the man was definitely handsome... and smelled of a strong dominant musk. It was hard NOT to see why everyone was fawning over those cool steel eyes, those big, strong, yet gentle hands...

Player 2:

Lomrin took several steps towards the big bad Bull, feeling almost as if there was a magnetic pull, but then the smiling Vulpine caught his eye and seemed to beckon to him with her eyes and a nod "Servant, bring me that wine." she called out to him. Without complaint, Lomrin did as he was asked grabbing a bottle of wine from a nearby vacated table, the patrons of which were currently putting their hands or paws all over the Half Minotaur?s strong muscles. As Lomrin approached the Vixen, he also brought forth a pair of glasses wiggling his hips to give the Maid a little show looking/feeling a little more natural at it.

Player 1:

The vixen laughed at him as he approached. ``Good!'' She laughed, lifting a paw up and slapping Lomrin on the ass. ``You're a good wench, aren't you?'' As the spank hit his butt, Lomrin's mind felt a flash of pleasure. For just a brief moment, he felt almost like he'd just orgasmed. There was something pure about it. He was serving others. Pleasuring them. It was what he was meant for.

He was a good harem kitty.

A slender, calico tail snaked its way out of the back of Lomrin's backside, growing as the vixen looked him in the eyes. ``Good wench. Now sit on my lap. Share this bounty of grapes with me.'' She patted her lap, while holding her cards with her free paw. ``Play the game with me. Help me win. Be my good luck charm.''

Player 2:

Lomrin grinned and then blushed when the Vixen his his ass, a blush growing on his face. There was an explosion of pleasure centered within his chest and his loins as a little precum shot out of his flaccid cock and lightly dampened the inside of his breeches, hidden beneath the sash

Serve them, mew!

Purrrleasure them...

Be a good kittey-wench!

The unbidden thoughts flitted through his mind even as a long black and orange and white furred tail snaked out from under his sash before he said "Yes m?lady!" in a subservient tone, turning and lifting his tail slightly as he sat on her lap as told, twitching his tail back and forth as if the human had always had it. A soft titter escaped his lips as he, with expert deftness, moved to tickle her snout playfully then let it flick against her free side. He leaned back into the crook of her shoulder and one of her breasts so she could show the cards without revealing them to the opponents.

Player 1:

The vixen grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on his cheek before wrapping an arm around him. She rubbed and pinched at one his nipples as she played, tail swishing eagerly behind her.

A thought echoed through Lomrin's mind. ``The purrfect courtesans is good arm candy...''

``Hey, Ella, how'd you get a cutie like him doting on you?'' A floppy-jowled dogman snorted as he laid down his hand, staring at Lomrin.

``You are a good courtesan, mew! Be pretty and affectionate and fay...''

The vixen's eyes glinted. ``Just lucky, I suppose.'' She looked up at Lomrin, giving him another pat on the rear. ``What's your name, wench?'' She chuckled, claiming another winning hand and pulling the pot into her corner. ``Check that. Tonight I think your name is ``Lucky Charm!'' She reached her paw down to pet at the silk sash on his waist. ``Are you getting hard on this, Lucky Charm?''

``Good courtesans have no thoughts but to pleasure, mrrrowr!''

Player 2:

Lomrin sighed and groaned expressively when his nipple was pinched! But when the Vixen?s arm pulled away from his chest, his chest seemed to shimmer a bit, looking to be oiled in the dim illumination shed from the nearby fireplace. A faint scent of a strawberry perfume wafted through the air around him. Lomrin's nipples even seemed to be glistening in the flickering firelight. He ate a few grapes slowly, and fed the sweetest of them to the Vixen as she played. Once when her lips were stained with grape juice, Lomrin even fawned over her, leaning in to wipe her snout with a cloth napkin. He didn?t outwardly respond to the floppy jowled dog man though the way his ears tinted pink and how the vixen felt his cock press against her thigh was clear he took the compliment well.

"My name is Lomr-'' his softened voice was cut off by the sounds of her pulling in her winnings. Lucky nodded, "Yes miss, very much so." He brought his free hand to her other shoulder and flexibly turned his upper body to face her, turning his hip as his not too heavy weight went full on her, "How may I pleasure you this evening Mewstress? I serve no one but the person whom I?m spending my evenings with. By day, I am an unassuming adventurer, by night... I am whatever you want me to be." His tail flicked this way and that as his back arched slightly. He felt his nipples rub against the Vixen?s blouse before he slid off of her and onto his feet with good agility.

Player 1:

Ella swished her tail, reaching out a paw to stroke at his. As his tail was pet, Lomrin felt a shudder of pleasure running up his spine. Was his tail always this sensitive? The only thing that was more certain to make him mewl in bliss was if his nipples were pinched and his boobies bounced!

That was a very silly thought!

After all, he wasn't even wearing a bra, so his boobies would bounce anyway!

The vulpine maiden stood up, still stroking his tail. ``You can share my bed tonight, cutie, but only under one condition: I'm in charge. You don't get an opinion. You just get to look pretty and OBEY....''

Player 2:

Lucky's tail slowly curled as it was stroked. Lomrin himself felt himself go onto his tiptoes as he sighed and leaned upon her feeling a strange sensation in his throat as he let out a small gasp of pleasure. His flat chest felt a little wrong, disconnected for a moment even as the foxy vixen stood up still stroking his tail causing him to move with her as she gripped his ass a little more tightly on the word OBEY then traced a finger down his jaw line looking into his brown eyes. She saw the Want in those eyes, the sincere NEED to SERVE and OBEY.

Luc- Lomrin nodded in agreement saying, "Yes Mistress. Does Mistress have her own room?" he asked as he followed after her.

Player 1:

The vixen had a paw on his ass the whole time. ``Yup, one of the 1 silver rooms over here.'' She led him along the bar. ``Lift your tail up, kitten. I want everyone to see the backside I'm claiming tonight.'' She smiled, her tail brushing against his legs as she led him back.

Ella's room wasn't much different than Lomrin's, but she had more pillows on her bed, and a king size bed instead of a single. How'd she manage that?!? The vixen closed and locked the door behind her, before giving Lomrin a swat on his cheeks. ``On your knees, kit. Time to see what you're made of, wench.''

Player 2:

Lucky lifted her tail as asked, raising the pink sash along with it, allowing anyone in the room to see the flatter ass and the ragged hole of what they'd all likely assume was a mixed blooded human/catfolk. His tail was spilling out of his breeches, sometimes allowing a few curious or lusty onlookers to see his crack. The knowledge that EVERYONE could see his goods exposed like that caused Lomrin's face to redden his lips to purse and his cock to harden further, more and more precum dampening the insides of his rough hewn breeches.

Luc- Lomrin entered Ella?s room, which was across from his own even though Ella didn?t know that and sank to his knees on the floor when his ass was swatted again. He dutifully went onto his hands and knees, his tail swishing as she went out of his front view. The swat caused tingles to grow along his ass cheeks as they seemed to swell up a bit bigger. Somewhere deep in his mind, Lomrin was vaguely aware something felt wrong... out of place but he was feeling very good at the moment, a heady satisfied but wanting feeling.

Player 1:

The vulpine lass chuckled, looming over Lomrin. ``That's a good little kitten-wench. So eager for a chance to serve others, aren't you?'' Bunching up the frills of her skirts, the orange foxy lass flashed Lomrin her panties, a faint hint of musk hitting his nostrils as he stared at the lavender things. There was a slender bulge outlined in them. Ella reached down to pat at Lomrin's head. With each pat, his human ears shrank and a pair of bright fluffy cat ears grew out of the tip of his head. ``Good little wench. Get those teeth to work, tugging down my panties.''

Player 2:

Lomrin gazed upwards at Ella, his tail still raised up even as she began to slightly undress revealing her panties to him. A strange smell that was a little sharp at first filtered into his olfactory senses just as she began to pat and ruffle his hair. He had a strange phantom sensation as his hearing shifted, the room becoming audibly more acute, the sounds of the revelry downstairs less muffled even allowing the part of his brain that wasn?t distracted by his need to have an evening with "companionship" to parse individual voices and catalogue such information for possible use later. He felt his ears flick down at her touch, the strange yet familiar feeling causing that "other" awareness, that sense that something was wrong to persist.

Lomrin?s shiny black and orange furred ears flitted up as he heard her command, moving forward a bit on his hands and knees he leaned up and brought his mouth close to those lavender panties, pulling down one side on a fur covered thigh, her slightly matted fur brushing against his cheek even as he took a deep breath of her scent.

And felt his head spin blissfully at the scent of arousal against his nostrils.

Player 1:

There was a pervasive... almost Pink line of thought in his mind. The second Lomrin tugged down those panties, almost like a kitten fussing with cloth, and he saw the erect, slender dick of the femmy fox facing him, it spoke for the first time.

``Oooooooo! Such a PRETTY foxy-femboy! We make him glad he has fuckstick, yes?''

The thought came into his mind along with images of a buxom catgirl, clad in nothing but the pink silk sash, drawing her tongue along Ella's shaft, eyes rolling back in contentment. The image and the words practically pushed out any other thoughts Lomrin had. Making it impossible for him to focus on anything other than the growing desire he had to suck that dainty, yummy, musky vulpine cock.

Player 2:

Lomrin smelled more than saw the long, slender cock before him as he slowly brought his face to the other side of the panties, rubbing the bulge against his right cheek. He slowly pulled down the other side of the panties, His tail wiggling and twitching in excitement as the front of the panties, now caught on her shaft, left little to the imagination. She- no, he?s so pretty. How could such an elegant creature have a cock? What was that other voice, No... No, don?t pull down the other side of the panties like that! Nooo, we want to do it! That yummy scent blending a tom's masculinity with a vixens's spice! This one's such a purrfect mewstress to whoreship, almost as sexy as Yinkin! You wanna be a good kitty for your foxy mewstress, right? That's why you put on my beads and my sissy sash!

Lomrin seemed to hesitate for a moment, biting his lower lip and trembling slightly before he stopped, a seductive smile growing on his lips. ``Mmmph! Your cock is so pretty Ella, mew! I was always curious how foxy cum tastes...'' He froze. ``W-wait, I was? What am I-'' It was a moment's fugue, but it didn't last. The other voice in his mind, the pink voice, insisted it was less important to focus on what felt strange while he had that delicious smelling cock in front of him to worship first. Lomrin let his tongue come out and lick the tip of that panty colored bulge. With every soft lap, his tongue seemed to grow a bit longer, a bit more rough. Soon, licks weren't enough. His lips soon got in on the fun, as Lucky found him- herself gently suckling and lapping at the feminine fox's shaft through the material, encouraging it to grow more and more erect, the scent of the fox's spicy musk growing more prominent in his nostrils, and the growing shaft more and more free of its silken prison.

Player 1:

There was a growing sense of pleasure and warmth in Lomrin's body as he felt his mouth wrapping around the cock in front of him. ``Mmmmm!'' Ella swished her fluffy, fiery orange tail, letting out a soft huff as she reached down to scritch Lomrin between the ears. ``G-good kitty wench...'' Ella purred,  The sensation sent a flash of pleasure through his mind. He felt a faint rumbling in his throat... he was purring! Every scratch on her head, every taste of that shaft...

``It's what we were meant for...''

The pink voice laced through his thoughts. He felt his tongue licking at the tip of the cock, and with each tentative lick, he felt another rush of pleasure. The taste of his first bead of precum felt warm and familiar... and delicious. Orange, white, and black fur was growing down his lower body at an increasingly swift rate, muscles in his ass developing a coating of pillowy fat that caused his rump to blossom out into a perfect bubble butt as the fu- HIS fur began to spread across his body. The more he nursed on that yummy cocky, the more right his body was starting to feel.

With a grunt of enthusiasm, Ella rolled her hips to thrust inside him, pushing her cock into his maw and holding it there as Lom- Lucky's mouth engulfed it gently. After another moment, she rolled back to pull out of his mouth, leaving it feeling sadly empty, before pushing back in. Like a well-oiled piston, the vulpine pumped back and forth, back and forth, riding Lucky's mouth as the hum- as the kitty-boi's whiskers twitched and his whole body rumbled with pleasure. The feminine fox was small, nowhere near as big as Mewster Yinkin's mighty greatsword, but she leaked like a faucet, and Lucky felt more and more of that delicious fluid splashing against his tongue each time Ella thrust her rapier back into his body. ``Mmm.... you tease like you've trained your whole life to do it... who taught you such bedwork?'' A dainty, tiny set of balls smacked against Luck- Lomrin's chin, as she pulled out of his mouth (much to the pink voice's regret and dismay) spurting some precum onto one of his cheeks, a few droplets dribbling down his whiskers. ``I'm all worked up now. Which hole does the kitten-wench want filled first?''

Player 2:

Lomrin moaned and began to purr as he suckled and lapped cutely at the tip of his Mewstress' cock. Seconds later he was swallowing the whole thing. It?s slender, smooth, slippery, pointed, dribbling, wet, yummy, tasty, ambrosia isn?t it, mew? The pink voice in his head seemed to titter in his thoughts, growing a bit more frisky as a strange connection between it and him became stronger, more pronounced. He idly wondered why the taste of the foxy vixens' slender rapier tasted so good and why he felt his own shaft quickly grow fully erect in his breeches at the thought of continuing. It?s what we were meant for, sillybutt! The pink voice whispered to him, the thought echoing in his mind over and over and over again as he felt his favorite lacy pink sash rub against his fuzzy rump..

Soon wonderfully aromatic precum was running down his lip and chin, some even dribbling from his whiskers, even as Lomrin felt his ass jiggling a bit more with every wiggle of his hips, as if it were somehow ripening like a peach. Did his breeches feel tighter, or had they always clutched to his hips like a drowning man clinging to a floating log? Nooo, his ass had just always been a bouncy, bountiful bubble butt, hadn't it? Luck- Lomrin was also confused about if he'd always had feline traits like his fluffy, pretty tail and his cute, twitchy whiskers. Wasn't he of a noble human-specific bloodline? Or was he a mixed blood kitty-boi? He could feel his tail dancing behind him with every second he sucked on the feminine vulpine's meaty dagger. It was hard to see himself as a human when he could feel every twitch of his fluffy tail! But he was human- or- Nooo, he was probably something more like some fussypants noble's half-blood whoreson, mew, given the opportunity to serve his eldest half-brother and service his men while big brother trained to be a future officer in the Castle, right? Not some silly stuffy human noble male who never had any fun!

Lomrin?s half closed eyes snapped back open as Ella?s balls hit his now hanging lower lip as he came back to himself. "Whichever one purrleases the customer, mew!" His voice had a faint, happy rumble to it as he licked his lips slowly, gazing up at her with a hungry expression while his eyes seemed to slit in front of her, turning more feline in a single blink. Lom- Lucky swayed her hips as she rose to up to her feet- her footpaws, laying her hands against her breeches and tugging them down in lazy, gradual tugs. As the clothing reached her- his knees and started to slide down on its own, Lomrin turned away from his mistress, getting on all fours and raising his full moon ass towards her. The transforming catboy's tail rose above his calico ass, revealing his perfect, seemingly virgin rosebud. He had taken to talking and speaking in a lighter, more breathy voice whenever he was out pretending to be- working as a courtesan for an evening. He slowly turned his head to face Ella again, his lips turning black and glossy as licorice as his face began to fully transform. His face grew outward into a catlike snout as the lower part of his nose darkened and grew leathery as he brought a finger to his fuzzy lower lip demurely drawing attention away from his exposed flattening neck hollow, all hints of a rather pronounced adam's apple being sanded away then covered by a wave of white and auburn fur. Lucky purred and moaned in approval at her new host's words spoken and actions taken. They held the perfect inflection, the poise, the lack of guile, the seeming naive all harem girls learned to use to seduce the men and women who ruled over them.

``We're such a good little sex kitten, mew!''

It was getting harder for Lomrin to tell which thoughts were the pink and which ones were his own.

And it was even harder for him to still care when every moment he felt more good.

``That's how we always feel, Lommy! This is who we've always been, mew...''

Player 1:

The vulpine creature broke out into a grin as he watched Lomrin hefting his booty up for display. Lomrin felt a chilly, cool finger circling his tailhole. A shiver of pleasure and chill ran up his spine, as the foxy femme teased him. ``You know, you're quite amazing, with that magic of yours letting you pretend to be human at first. I never would have expected such a display.'' Ella's other paw moved up to gently rub and pinch at Lomrin's right nipple, making it swell and puff up at her touch, as Lomrin felt another flash of pleasure hitting his mind.

Lucky was mrowling in their mind like a cat in heat. He almost could imagine the voice in his head taking on an indistinct, wispy pink form of smoke shaped much like his own pretty kitty body, its eyes rolling back in its mind, its muzzle drooling. ``Lommy, they're feeling us up!'' Yinkin's favorite harem girl mrowled eagerly, reaching around to stroke at the metaphorical equivalent of Lomrin's penis. ``Like this! Feel that? But on the back end! It's soooooo good!'' As they did, it felt like it called to mind every memory Lomrin ever had of his dick being pleasured: sucked, stroked, thrust inside someone... all the sensations hot and intense, nearly making him spurt out his load just from the pink smoke's touch. The voice of Lucky giggled, as it pulled Lomrin's consciousness into it and kissed firmly, its smokey body seeming to pour into Lomrin's own self-image within his mind. In the real world, a faint spark of pink flickered in Lomrin's- no, Lommy's slitted, yellow kitty eyes, as he started seeing everything through a lusty haze. His body was entering a feline maiden's first heat.

His loins were telling him they needed dick and they needed it NOW!

Player 2:

Lommy felt that clawed finger slide down the small of his back causing him to arch and lift his ass higher, widening his stance slightly to give Ella more access. In just a moment of stroking, the vixen had driven him into a purring mess again, his cheeks puffing out slightly as his whiskers twitched appreciatively, the cool touch of the fuzzy finger exploring his ring made his tail twitch at its base a few times as for a moment, the feline-in-training clenched his rear involuntarily before it opened and stretched wider without stress, as if it was a veteran of many dildos and many more cocks. Ella?s compliment only spurred Lommy on as he moaned when his nipples were touched lightly then cupped as his formerly flat chest puffed up slightly pulling its adipose resources from his shrinking smoothening small belly, his neck, and arms. "Oh godssssss yessss." Lommy hissed in pleasure, feeling his body grow more right as breasts began to form on her chest. In his mind, Lommy he felt the pink smokey body of Lucky teasing him, their bond growing stronger as he felt the sensation of a fuzzy paw on his "cock", or rather his center of pleasure. The teasing sensation combined with the fuzzy finger stretching and teasing his rear entrance was working wonders to trick the former human's addled mind into making the connection between ``having his tailhole stretched'' and ``pleasure'', just like Lucky wanted. Every sensation that swept over his rapidly changing body felt so intense and new, like Lommy was being born again in this night of sensual pleasure. As if he'd never used his body, and he was learning what touches felt good and what felt bad. The adventurer- courtesan's body exuded increased heat and a passionate feline musk, but barely any sweat as he began to pant. Caught in the throes of lust, Lommy'scock was at full mast and under-attended, left to drip  a puddle on the floor, leaking out nearly as much precum as Ella had pumped into him. The stiff human prick, one of the few things still human about him, stuck out from between his now more ample thighs, throbbing and practically begging to impregnate someone. But Lommy only had thoughts for one hole at that moment, even though he had claimed he wanted to give Ella the choice. Sashaying his widening hips, he moved towards the bed and rested his elbows on the straw mattress wiggling his rear enticingly like a female pussy in heat, while his plum-sized balls were pushed bulbous by his closed thighs towards her, his cock pointing straight down and dripping.

As the pink smoke seemed to fog over his mind entirely, Lommy purred and turned to make bedroom eyes at his mistress for the night, inviting her to ride.

"What Magic do you speak of, Mewstress? The magic of my perfectly trained ass?" Lommy said with a coy titter, barely questioning Ella's silly words. In the physical bedroom, he twitched his tail and wiggled his ass towards her, even as in his mind Lommy groaned, as Lucky maintained their smokey embrace, her wispy form seeming to infest Lommy's mind while pleasuring him in ways he didn?t know were even possible. In the real world he let out a sigh of bliss as Lucky's influence seemed to push a phantom sensation of rubbing her fuzzy chest against his throbbing cock and slowly working her way around his lower half, cupping his ass and climbing upwards to lick over his chest with her wet, rough feline tongue.

Player 1:

With a lusty murr of approval, Ella moved to mount Lommy, as the catfolk courtesan-in-training felt his pretty pink silk sash lifted up and his tail pressed against his back. A slender cock pushing between his cheeks. As the shaft kissed the sex-kitten's tailhole, the fox chuckled. ``No no... but you've much to learn of the tantric arts, little shifter...'' With a waggle of two claws, drawing a faintly glowing rune, Ella invoked a bit of magic of her own: Calling into existence a phantasmal hand, just barely visible as a violet haze, almost as if it were made of smoke. It drifted down to slip between Lommy's thighs, stroking a single phantom finger back and forth against the head of his shaft, smearing leaking precum back and forth along the firm flesh. Just as soon as she heard a huff of pleasure escaping Lommy's lips, Ella slid into the catboy's backside. The hand worked in a rhythmic pattern with it's caster's thrusts, and the addled mind of Lomrin the former Adventurer was unable to really process what was going on. All Lommy's addled and impressionable mind could tell was that as someone began to fuck his rump, he felt  a surge of pleasure from both sides of his waist. ``I'm not without tricks of my own, am I-nnnf- slut?''

Lommy and Lucky felt their physical pucker being stretched while Lucky made out with the feminizing male in his own mind. Breaking the kiss, some smokey shadow-stuff running from her lips to his, Lucky giggled. ``Ooo, Mewstress is fucking us! I know what could make this even more MAAAGICAL for our first time together!'' Lucky giggled, as she reached to stroke along the metaphorical idea of Lommy's chest, causing a pair of mighty tits to blossom out of the feminizing male's mental image of himself. At the same time, Lommy's phantasmal cock shrank as the silk sash gently rubbing against his fuzzy calico backside seemed to shimmer and sparkle, a bit of magic of its own kicking in.

Ella the vulpine was now syphoning masculinity unknowingly from the increasingly feminine Lommy, all while Lommy's chest began to form the faintest hint of breasts, his nipples seeming to puff outward like blossoming flowers.

Player 2:

Lommy moaned as his tailhole clenched on the slender shaft, testing its girth and ability to gain depth into his rear. The experience was surreal, a burst of pleasure mixed with far less pain than he'd ever have imagined it would carry, especially without lube. The vixen mounting him seemed to find their rhythm and the "shifter" found his own as well. The phantasmal hand began to milk him, the sensation of pressure sliding along his length and lightly squeezing and rubbing his sensitive glands made his cock bounce up and down against his thighs, his balls briefly rubbing Ella?s every single time she hilted him. "Of Course not mistress, I felt you were special the moment I laid eyes on mew."

"How does this feel sooooooooo goooood, Lucky?" He mentally asked the vaguely feline body of pink smoke in his mindspace, some of it spilling out of his imaginary mouth. The trail of saliva-like ectoplasm that connected them was half blue and half pink as their essences continued to blend into each other like, intermingling more and more. "Ooooh!" Lomrin mentally mewled, slowly getting used to being aware twice over in one body. Lucky's paws tapped him on the chest leaving little stains of pink as if Lucky had injected some of herself into him as a pair of great swirling pink and blue breasts sprouted forth each cupped with a swollen, puffy nipple. It was a strange amalgamation of what he found attractive in a feminine form, and Lucky?s own body image, as her other smokey paw rubbed up and down on his spectral cock causing it to sink into his core a bit.

Player 1:

In Lommy's mind, Lucky giggled, wiping the ectoplasmic saliva away as her smokey form swayed back and forth. ``It feels soooo good because you're being bred, silly kitty!'' Lommy could feel heat flowing through his body. Everything inside his felinizing body was telling him that the dick inside him was needed so he could get swollen with kittens. Soooo many kittens...

In the real world, Ella seemed to be swelling in muscle and girth as the femmy fox thrust into Lommy. At the same time, Lomrin's toned and trained muscles were shrinking. Growing tighter. More suited for grace. His hard-won muscle definition was melting away, revealing a slender dancer's build, hips widening while his pecs and arms shrank. His chest swelled, an a-cup bouncing back and forth from the force of Ella's thrusts into him.

And yet within his mind, Lommy saw Lucky gazing into his eyes. ``Yinkin fucked us like this all the time!'' The smokey figure purred, swishing her tail as she kissed him again, another bit of her pink essence running down his throat, while flecks of his blue essence dribbled down her outer skin. ``Aaaaah, I miss Master Yinkin sooo much... it's just soooooo nice to feel ourselves being bred again!''

The more Lommy felt that cock inside him, the more he felt his own orgasm building. His addled, confused mind was starting to associate anal sex with the pleasures of being stroked off. And the Phantasmal Paw spell wasn't going to be letting up anytime soon. Ella's bed was getting soaked in spunk as Lommy's cock shrank, the head tapering off into a pointed, tuckable kitty prick.

Within their shared head, Lucky purred, leaning forward to kiss Lommy again, more pink smoke flowing into Lommy as their distinct essences intermingled again. Each time the smoke poured into him, it grew harder and harder for Lommy to tell where he ended and Lucky began. Their identities mingled together like a cocktail, flavored liquids swirled into each other. ``It just feels soooooo good to be under a big strong male, doesn't it Lommy? Once, our sisters and brothers were there too, stroking us, caressing us, licking us all over while Yinkin bred us...''

Player 2:

"Brrrreed?... Breeeeeed!" Lommy moaned out mindlessly as he- she was thrust into by Ella's swelling shaft.

Within Lommy's mind, he tilted his head questioningly at first, then giggled. The more he considered the idea of being bred, the idea felt more and more right the more he considered it. With a breath, he drew a bit more of Lucky's pink smoke into himself, staining his blue essence a bit more purple. "But I?m a male?" he half asked half whined to Lucky before she answered with a titter and another kiss. As he felt the sweet smoke flowing into him, all his doubts and worries seemed to disappear for a mewment. All over his spectral self, bits and pieces of his blue essence were increasingly a deep purple, as if pieces of his identity were starting to wholly mix with that of the invading presence within him, more and more of Lomrin being stained with pink.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Lommy writhed against the growing shaft stretching his tailhole, halting moans escaping his fuzzy lips as small, but swelling, A-cup tits bounced up and down as he used his hands(or were they paws by now) to push his upper body up to give the growing cock inside of him more leverage. His calico legs spread apart allowing his shaft which verifiably felt like it was dribbling a river of pre to bounce free for the first time in nearly half an hour of grunting, moaning, thrusting and sliding. "Mrrrrroooooowwwwwwwlllll!!!~~~??" Lommy moaned as globs upon globs of cum messily began to spill from his cock, each thrust, each bob of his shaft causing it to shrink, an inch with every few bobs. Soon a pool of his translucent drained essence gathered under him on the bed, soaking his knees and paws even as the paws gripping his ass grew harder and larger and the cock in his ass continued to test the limits of his tailhole as it rubbed against his prostate.

"But Yinkin isn?t, m-mew, even alive!" Lommy mewled out to Lucky, his own hands starting to explore his own metaphorical tits, cupping each of his large nipples with a hand and a thumb, squeezing them tight enough to feel a mingling of pain and pleasure from the embrace. "There isn?t a possibility he bred me, I was born a whoreson?s halfbreed, given a life pleasuring my older half-brother's vessels..." The afterglow of his physical body cumming was giving Lommy a bit more clarity, the fires that raged earlier when his heat was at its highest waned a bit as they were doused with his slender firehouse spurting all over.

Lommy?s physical body wavered, spent just as the last patch of human skin along his back was covered by orange and black glossy fur. Even as his elbows bent, like a well-trained whore he held his pose, waiting for his Mistress to finish off on him.

Player 1:

``Mrrrr! Yinkin bred many males too!'' Lucky's excited titter echoed through the expanse of their mind, as she moved in to nuzzle like an affectionate housecat along Lommy's underside, petting Lommy's self-image with gentle half-moon strokes. Though they were separate entities still, the representation of Lommy in his mind looked much more feline now, purple smears of blue and pink essence intermingled together all over his form. Memories of his humanity growing up were warping and changing, reflecting his increasingly feline physical form. For a moment, he felt a flash of embarrassment, remembering a time at the School of Wizardry where his naughty tail's swaying motions had knocked his slightly-too-big pants down in front of the rest of class, just as he was writing an answer on the board.

Or... did that ever actually happen?

He had been trained as a whore most of his life, hadn't he? He could remember being the courtesan trained to worship the males in his half-brother's court for most of his adult life... when had a swishy-tailed creature like Lommy ever made the time to study magic in-between cocks shoved inside him and pussies pushed up against his snout to lap at?

Ella quickened her pace once she witnessed Lommy cumming, grunting and leaning down to nibble a kitty ear. As Lommy felt his changing vulpine mistress' thrusts quicken, the pleasurable heat inside his body only continued to spread. He felt almost like he could cum again. And in such a short time! Which was good, because his cock was still being stroked by Ella's ghostly, spectral hand. At the same time, two paws groped and squeezed his ass with a firm grasp that surprised Lommy with the force behind the grip,, as Ella hilted herself inside him. ``Such a pillowy, well trained... rump!'' Ella grunted, a now deeper  voice growling as she came. Ella pumped foxy cum into Lommy's ass, one spurt and then another. Each thrust of the vixen injecting more spunk into Lommy's backside. And with each spurt, another wave of pleasure washed over Lommy, sweeping from his bottom to his top. The pleasurable feeling of being filled and mated crashed into his mind like a tidal wave as it swept over Lommy's body.

This is what he was made for.

His second orgasm came on as that thought flashed in Lommy's mind again. It wasn't nearly as big a climax, but it didn't have to be. As Lommy felt more goo spurting out from his kitty clitty, it felt like his mind was boiling over with the pleasure of being bred. His body was nearly spent. His tongue had flopped out of his lips in a pant, and his fur was caked in sweat. And there was what felt like an amazonian vulpine on top of him, flopping down on top of him. Lommy's muscles trembled and waggled as he struggled to stay up. If he lost control, he'd fall into his own puddle.

Player 2:

"Murr, what are you doing to me, Lucky?" Lommy asked as Lucky rubbed herself more and more against him, "I?m, I?m not a kit-aaaaaaaaaarrrowr! ??~~~" A few more of his memories twisted to better fit the blending of his identity with Lucky's, even though they were devoid of any presence of Emperor Yinkin. Still, Lommy could now picture the old feline emperor clearly in his thoughts, a memory living being he'd never known. Increasingly, memories of his human life felt more blurry and indistinct as they reshaped to fit some new narrative perverting his life: Was he ever really a noble? Lommy had cum again halfway into his half-hearted protest against Lucky. His shrunken feline shaft, barely two inches long and coated with his clear, spermless seed, seemed to almost constantly dribble completely clear cum into the pool formed beneath him at the base of the bed. Lommy gasped and groaned from the ride he'd just had, reveling in the sensation of being hilted again after so long. The air around the Kitty-Courtesan and the oddly bigger vixen shimmered with heat as Lommy twitched every single time Ella let loose another surge of cum within him. The heat that filled Lommy felt right, it felt like he was born and trained for this... to be bred, to be stuffed full of someone else's kittens. His belly began to swell slightly under his fur as he found himself losing the battle to gravity as his elbows shook more and he started to lower into the pool of his own cum with a distinct ``splat!''. His balls had shrunken down to the size of grapes, and pressed firmly against his taint as even his scrotum had shrunk and withered away. Lommy's tender bits were pressed up tight against his body, and Lommy felt like they might be barely visible at all when tucked into a pair of soft panties. At the same time, Lommy felt two heavy orbs that felt almost the size of oranges, pressing up against his taint, steadily emptying their seed into his thirsty backdoor.

Player 1:

``Well, this is a rather unexpected change...'' Ella's voice was deeper, still feminine but with a husky undertone to it that sounded almost like a matronly panther's growl to Lommy's perked ears. ``I have no idea how riding a little kitty-wench like you would've done this to me, but...'' As Lommy strained his neck to look back, he could see the vixen was now at least a foot taller, and with far more muscle definition along her body. Her old clothing had ripped, leaving tattered remains clinging to a body that could only be described as amazonian. ``...I can't say I dislike it. I feel powerful.'' An affectionate growl escaped the vixen's lips, as she bent down to squish an ample bosom against Lommy's fuzzy back. ``Oooo... and your fur tickles so much against these bigger breasts! Aaaah, they feel so sensitive, as if they're brand new...'' With a murr of appreciation, the enormous vulpine reached down to grope at Lommy's squishy ass, evoking a mewl from the whore. ``Mmm... yes, I can get used to being this big... it even feels like my shaft swelled while inside you.''

Rising up off of Lommy with a grunt, the increasingly swole vixen let her tail sway behind her, wiping some excess juices off of her crotch and smearing them the calico fur of Lommy's ass with a swat that coaxed an effeminate mewl out of Lommy.

``Good kitten... get dressed ?n get back out there." Ella said, with a sly grin. "Other people want a touch of that ass, I would wager, with how soft and squishy it is." She bent down to rifle around through her possessions to look for clothing that would fit her body now. ``I don't know where the tavern found you, kitty, but they picked well. You've a body built for sin, and you make the cutest sounds while you're being bred....''

``Bred''

Just hearing the word made Lommy's ears perk up, a huff of need escaping his lips. ``I- I suppose I should go back downstairs...'' He found himself wondering if another big strong lover would want a slender, girly kitty to warm their bed for the evening... even just a few minutes after sex, and his body was already craving another round.

``See, kitty?'' In their mind, Lucky nuzzled up against him. "This is the life we were meant for... pleasuring all the big strong knights and adventurers that happen to look our way!'' Lommy felt a purring in his mind. ``From now on, whenever you scratch that growing need in your booty, we'll become more and more like the best version of us I know we'll eventually be, one sticky spurt at a time..." Lommy shivered at the thought, rising up from the bed and bending to lick at some spunk soaked into his fur, grooming himself like a good housecat while exposing his booty to his most recent playmate in case she wanted to do a Round 2.

``Hey, is this yours or mine?'' Ella said, rising up from the contents of her pack of clothing holding a pink silk sash that shimmered in the dim candlelight of the bedroom.

Lommy looked at it, and suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to put it back on.

He couldn't go anywhere without his pretty silk sash, after all...

 - / /  /   Epilogue   \\  \\ \\---

Two golden doors said to lead to a treasure of the Emperor's.

The doors, the golden doors haunted the dreams, teasing, tantalizing, tempting, the golden doors floated in the sanguine and carnal dreams of the sleeper curling a black clad paw around their exhausted but perfect bed partner. The night they shared was one of many that have passed since the fateful night they met at that tavern. Since then they moved from establishment to establishment soliciting and being solicited in return, commanding tribute in the ways of carnal pleasures or coin alike. One almost exclusively took, the other almost exclusively was taken at the behest and pleasure of the former. As the coin flooded in, so had the wealth in treasures. Many of the bedmates that paid highly for the entertainment of the pair left forever changed and forever ensnared, enchanted, and entangled. Pleasure and Vice offered in exchange for losing both Strength and Identity. Passion and Bliss sold at the price of Form and Independence. Some left soft and swishy, giving all their worldly things and more for the chance to return, learn and serve. Others came away finding an EMPRESS worthy of serving, dying for, and worshipping.

As the pair changed others they themselves changed, grew, and felt called to return, return to the Two golden doors said to lead to a treasure of the Emperor's...the doors to Revenge, Reconstitution, and Revival. The black clad sock of a paw clenched, blunted claws coming forth the arm bursting with strength as Ella woke up with her golden eyes blazing. The spirit of Emperor Yinkin summoned back to share this feminine form... becoming aware of what she had become had been an unexpected but not unwanted revelation. Lucky yelped and made a cute sigh, annoyed but aroused she turned over and leaned on Ella's muscular chest to lick and nibble at her neck lovingly..

``It is time,'' the vixen rumbled, her voice filled with the inflection of power and nobility as she rose, taught, firm breasts flexing slightly to lift her easily up to a sitting position. The blanket was tented with her impressive spire, her left paw clad in a form fitting silk glove, which rested upon her favorite feline's courtesan's ass. She gripped it tenderly before standing upon her paws, the blanket falling off her nearly foot-long shaft. Ella as she was now cut an impressive figure; The vixen had grown to stand over 7 feet tall, with a body sculpted more of muscle and sinew than fat and fur. Her poise and body language hinted at a noble grace. Below her Lucky stubbornly rolled and wrapped herself in the blankets like a crepe, tail swishing this way and that mischievously as she pretended to stubbornly slumber. Ella shrugged and looked upwards towards a blank wall of the tent, towards the two golden doors...

service even after death, Lucky was practically his queen... despite her current refusal to wake up and get dressed, wearing nothing save that sash that adorned her otherwise naked form.

The Kitty Courtesan herself had changed as well. Months of reforging her talents and form unlocked ability after ability, memory and talents after power. At times she practically exuded a glow as strong as Ella's REGAL aura despite being a full head and a bit more smaller than her new Empress. Her perfect set of teardrop C breasts were accompanied by two more pairs of smaller pleasantly grabbable pawfuls dotted with nipples. Her perfect moon ass complementing her hourglass figure and long dainty legs. At times she appeared near ethereal in grace, her pink sash always seeming to glint in the light and reflect her rosy eyes and slightly protruding elongated pearly fangs. The kitten would often complain wearing much more made her too hot almost as if she was jealous that much more clothing would take away from the glory of her sash.

``Kitten...'' Ella practically purred, ``It is time to wake, to pursue our destiny.'' She gave her kitten a gentle swat upon the ass with one paw to rouse her. Lucky finally groaned and yawned and made a grand show of waking up slowly while sprawling and flopping against Ella's burly body. There were few else the new Empress would tolerate this sort of behavior out of, but this one had earned the right. Lucky stretched her back, extending all her claws in one moment without scraping the vixen's body, then slowly crawled out of the rolled blankets, leaving them to hang loose as she dismounted to stand next to her future Empress. Various bangles and jewelry adoring her wrists, ankles, and tail, signs that she knew would someday mark her as having great status among Ella's future Harem. Satin lingerie, a compromise in her preference towards nudity, adorning her form with a shroud lightly covering her head and shoulders. ``Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine'' she intoned as she splayed out and examined her claws, ``Mew need me to open the Golden Doors of your dreams again right? What makes mew think mew are worthy of Master's crown anyways?'' she teased, knowing fully well the answer.. She leaned in close against Ella's massive guns and purred rubbing her whiskers and scent all over her, instinctively claiming the vixen.

'' Ella murred at the thought, lifting a paw dramatically towards the castle, ``We accepted the changes Yinkin's magic wracked us with, instead of fighting them, and it led us both here. So, let us revive the lost Empire of Yinkin and claim it for ourselves... and together we will have many years, perhaps centuries together to create a new legacy to pass on to the fortune seekers of the future.''

The sun finished rising above the castle, drenching the land in light and enshrouding the surrounding kingdoms in a new shadow. Sometime later a dainty paw rose that once broke enchantments but instead the Golden Doors opened in welcome, the many servants old and new bowing renewing and welcoming their new Masters.

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