[b][u][center]Special Position, Special Perks Part 11 For A-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] When the devil finished fucking her with his tail, allowing her to fall into her own body once more – minus the bits of fluff that were between her breasts and the increased size that had come from earlier transformation – Cazna was ordered to take Vitus back to his quarters. The half-hound had been fucked hard, his hole stretched from the aasimar’s cock. Not gaping, but stretched, for sure. She had no choice but to obey, grunting under her breath as she dragged her furred ‘master’ towards his quarters further off from the main building. She knew that it was going to be hell when he woke up again, particularly considering that he was going to be furious. No surprise, either; her spoiled plan to keep the silver from getting to the manor had caused him no end to irritation. She wasn’t sorry for that, either. The drow knew the dangers of this plan coming together, but there was very little that she could do about it. She needed to stop Brundir, she needed to follow orders, and… And fuck, she needed to get fucked some more. The gray-skinned elf brought the unconscious half-hound to his home, throwing him on the floor and sitting on a couch nearby. Her pussy was still wet as one could imagine, her chain on her clit pulling on it and keeping it from sliding back to the relative comfort and safety of her clit hood. She didn’t like that, either, as it kept teasing her with pleasure that she didn’t entirely want, but it was one of those things that she couldn’t change, couldn’t stop. [i]Nnngh. This was not supposed to happen.[/i] If she had just been able to catch the aasimar alone in the inn, then maybe she would have been able to kill him. It would have been a long shot, considering what she had learned since, but it was possible. That would have ended this threat right then and there, left her with her freedom, and she would have had the reward that she craved from some of the citizens of Absalom. The city would have fed her lusts for a few days before she returned to the Underdark, and then the world would have kept on spinning until Hashila had another task for her. But it had gone completely off the rails from the start. She had been forced to fight a demon-touched, just like her, and one that had far more power than she’d expected. Not to mention someone that was a lot more creative with his magic than she was used to. [i]Draining enchantments, draining me? Shoving electricity into me through my weapon and through contact? That just wasn’t fair.[/i] Yet, at the same time, he was just stupid. He wouldn’t take advantage of her, didn’t pick up on the cues that showed that she was willing, even if she didn’t get the advantage that she wanted. All he did was ignore her, pushing her to the side and staring off into the distance. The few times that she saw him touching himself, he was always muttering the name ‘Hazel.’ It was as if this other woman had a power over him, something that she couldn’t compete with, and it was driving her nuts. [i]Seduce him, own him, rule him.[/i] She leaned forward, covering the sides of her head as the voice of her demon lord pushed through her skull. [i]Own him. Use him. Make him our puppet.[/i] “I can’t.” [i]You must.[/i] “He’s owned by one of the others. You can see that!” [i]You have to. He needs to be ours. Only way forward. Do it.[/i] She felt the first few feathers coming up along the backs of her hands again. Cazna winced, even as she felt the pressure of something else running down her leg. She extended one against her will, the power of the demon lord rushing through her, reminding her of her place. “Nnngh…” [i]Milk him, mark him, show him what he is missing. Draw out his depravities, and make them yours.[/i] And if she did, she would be embracing the part of the harpy that she wanted so desperately to avoid. To throw another into the shadow of the harpy meant pulling out their hungers, their needs, their kinks and fetishes and the darkest parts of themselves. Every person on the earth carried secrets in their shades, hungers that they refused to admit. A harpy could bring them out with ease. The problem was, if she did that, she would slide further down the scale to the harpy form of her demon lord. Hashila’s form would consume hers, giving her the feathered wings and scaled feet of another species. She would no longer be a drow, and there were no wizards on her side that would take her back, that would return her to her own form. As Hashila held her, extending her leg, she saw the hints of scales forming again along her calf, stretching down to her foot. The scale pattern was almost diamond-like, and the dark skin was already starting to lighten, turning a yellow-gold just under her knee, and getting brighter by the second. Her toes were extending, too, getting longer and starting to push together. She whimpered, seeing the delicate features fading away for something more bestial, more rough, more crude. This was wrong. This was so very wrong, and it wasn’t what she really was. [i]I’m not…I serve them…I am not…[/i] Hashila pushed again, and she was made to press her foot right against his still-throbbing cock. The half-hound groaned, his tapered dog dick pressing up against her sole, running along her arch up to the ball of her foot. She curled her toes, knowing that they were in the process of melting together, that the corruption was seizing hold of her again. “Please…” [i]We need him.[/i] “Give me time…just a little…” [i]You do not –[/i] Clench. Without warning, a black-furred hand grabbed her by the ankle. Her half-transformed foot froze in place, and a half-muzzled face turned to look at her. Vitus had finally woken up. “What are you doing?” “Nothing I want to do.” “…Your demon lord?” [i]No.[/i] “Yes.” There was a sudden sting in the back of her head, a punishment for defying Hashila’s immediate command. She winced, but didn’t say anything. It was fair enough for Vitus to guess, and fair enough for her to answer, even if she wasn’t required. The half-hound’s grip on her ankle tightened for a moment, then slowly relaxed. Not enough for her to pull her foot away, but enough for her leg not to feel on the verge of breaking. The bones inside must have changed, too, and they weren’t strong enough to stand up to the power of a hellhound, even one that was only half-changed. Vitus rolled himself to the side, sitting up. He pulled his legs under himself, kneeling in front of her. It almost looked like a supplicant come before her, but she knew that wasn’t going to be the case. She waited for the anger, for the hate. “I’m sorry.” And received an apology instead. She blinked, looking down at him as he held her foot up, shaking his head. “I’m sorry for telling you to enjoy things that you shouldn’t…and I’m sorry for making you do more stuff in the square. I should have thought of better orders.” He was…blaming himself? It was just like a man to take responsibility from others, she supposed, but at the same time, she had expected a tirade to dwarf all others. She had expected him to embrace his anger, to lash out at her, to make it clear that she had been completely unacceptable as a companion out there. She expected him to be utterly furious for her defiance, for what she’d done with the officer. She’d hoped to make things worse, and while his command had made her more…flirtatious than she would normally be, she had been able to focus on getting the human woman angry. Cazna had thought that she might be able to disrupt everything if it was clear that Vitus was ‘engaging in slave trading.’ It would result in an immediate arrest, and they’d be on their way to the local jail rather than carrying the goods up to the manor. It hadn’t worked, mostly due to Vitus’s interference, but if he thought she was genuinely not like that… Fighting herself to find the words, she was all the more surprised when the half-hound started rubbing her foot. It was a gentle massage, something that she hadn’t felt for some time, though with the partial transformation down there, it didn’t feel as good as it might otherwise. Her toes were blobby, half-transformed and melted into talons, and her heel and the ball of her foot were both bulging, not quite shaped right for the sort of attention that she might have demanded from a slave at one point. She felt…ugly. And she didn’t like it. # Vitus was still sorting through his own thoughts as he looked the partially-transformed drow over. She was still alluring, still the sort of woman that he would not have minded in his bed at all, though he was not stupid enough to believe that bedding her was a good idea. She was still looking for a way to take control, and that would be an easy way to do it if she could keep him in the hellhound state of mind. Not that he imagined that she’d be entirely capable of containing it even if she managed to take him to that point. There were a lot of problems trying to keep that side of himself contained, and if she thought that it was something that she could just control with ease…well, she would find herself facing a dangerous surprise. He slowly ran his fingers along the bottom of her foot, shaking his head. Whatever else was going on, he needed her to work [i]with[/i] him instead of against him. She might be demon-touched, but… [i]So are you.[/i] And there was something she knew that he didn’t. “What happened when we got back?” “Hnng?” “When we got back. My mind…” He tapped the side of his head with one hand. “I can’t remember. I remember bringing the wagon to Master, but after that…” “You don’t remember?” Vitus shook his head. The gap in the memory was already fading, filling in with mist, but he knew that there [i]was[/i] a gap. A place where he had been made to forget something, and that…that was not good. He was demon-touched, affected by Melchiresa and obviously not as free from her corruption as he had assumed he was. The books and lessons that Master Brundir had given him, ostensibly to make it easier to control the shifting and to have some power over the changes, had only taken the power further down the road of corruption, making him that much more like a hellhound again, and there were times… There were times that he felt that Melchiresa was in his head again, trying to command him. Not often, almost never, but there was an echoing growl that was more than the hellhound in his skull. “Tell me what happened,” he said again. “What is Master trying to hide from me?” The drow looked at him with a slow tilt of her head, then nodded. “He fucked you.” “…He what?” he asked, his voice low. “He fucked you. It was nothing more than a look, staring into your eyes, but then you fell to your knees, and he started fucking you. You begged for it, too.” Vitus’s breath caught in his throat, his free hand slowly reaching down and under his tail. It shook as he found the fur, and then felt further back. He trembled as he feared what he would find – His breath hissed out as he touched his hole, feeling both the warmth and heat and slight pain from…that…and worse, the warmth of something dribbling free. It was too thick to come from a female, too warm to be so easily faked. He brought his hand back up, staring at the white strings between his fingers. [i]He…used me…[/i] A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to think of anything but the mental image of the aasimar on his back, of that cock slamming between his ass-cheeks. He was supposed to be…supposed to be… Gods, it was hard to think, his hole suddenly clenching as the memory pushed itself forward in flashes. He thought of himself on all fours, remembered the feeling of being filled. It was good – No, it was [i]made[/i] to be good. He remembered it as good because he was told that it was. There was no chance for him to feel whether it would be or not. Gralon Brundir…the aasimar hero of the city…had controlled him as a sex toy. His anger seethed forward, burning in his chest as he imagined the humiliation that came from that. He had been one step away from being raped, and… [i]What else is he hiding?[/i] he wondered. [i]What other holes has he already patched in my head?[/i] Because this one was already in the process of being patched, even though he knew that it was hiding something horrible. If it hadn’t been for Cazna being honest with him – and while she was a complete ass, with her own goals, he could feel that this was honest – then he would have been completely in the dark about this one, too. “Vitus?” He looked up. The drow was still a bit shaky, her eyes confused, her face twisted slightly. He thought for a moment that she had more questions, and he started to open his mouth – “Ow, ow! Let go, let go!” Oh. Right. He had been holding her foot, and tightly. He let go, and she pulled her warped leg from him. The scales had already started popping in along her calf, but most of her leg was still human, and her feet looked like little blobs that hadn’t fully had the chance to completely change. “Does it hurt?” he asked. “A lot.” “…Do you want them to go the rest of the way?” “Not really.” “Would it help if they did?” “For pain and comfort? Probably…” He couldn’t blame her for wanting to avoid further shifts. Hell, if he could rewind his own changes, he would have, but there was no chance of that. He had already given up much of his former shape, and he knew it was only going to get worse the longer that he was under Brundir’s service. Brundir. Not…not… He couldn’t even think ‘not master’, and that infuriated him. Something was horribly, horribly wrong, and he couldn’t even do something to fight back against it in his own mind. But he could do something about this. Taking her foot in hand again, he started to rub and massage along the underside. The elf groaned, leaning her head back as he worked along her sole, and she let out a few groans here and there, soft sounds that were barely loud enough to hear. He smiled slightly to himself, working his thumbs in deeper. The more he touched, the more she groaned, and the groans slowly turned to moans as he dug his thumbs into the bulges of flesh under her toes. Everything was soft, squishy, almost like it was waiting for something to trigger it to start shifting further. And he had an idea of what might be needed. Looking down, he could see that his own dog dick was still throbbing, still eager. His balls were smaller, probably fucked enough to make them spill over the grass. He reached down to his shaft anyway, holding it around the tip, and rubbed his fingers along the tapered head. Suppressing his own moans, he gathered up a little cursed pre-cum, and then brought it to the drow’s feet. No sooner had it touched than he felt a spark jump from her feet to his fingers. She jumped, and so did he. However, the deed was done. He watched as the lumps along the balls of her feet started smoothing out, her toes melting together and creating three talons rather than five short toes. They lengthened, curled, then pulled tight against the undersides of her feet. Gray flesh started to melt away, scales pushing up and starting to form a more smooth, segmented sort of sole for her foot. She gasped as she changed, leaning back, shivering as he added some of the pre-cum to her other foot. They clenched, the toes curled, flesh gaining wrinkles for a moment or two before they were smoothed into the same sort of yellowed scales that most birds of prey had around their feet and talon toes. And she gasped and panted like she was being fucked the whole time that she was changing. She whimpered, biting her lip, arching her back. Her face…her face was more normal, lacking the slight beak that he’d seen before. No more of that, taken away somehow. But she still had the fluff between her breasts, and her feet… Her feet were rapidly changing, stretching, a spur growing out of her heel that lifted up just enough so that it wouldn’t scrape the floor or get crushed underfoot with each step. She pushed them out, almost brushing them against his face as she arched her back against the couch, almost thrusting her hips all the way off it as she gasped and shivered and moaned for more. It was enough to keep his cock hard, particularly as she dripped into her loincloth and made it cling to her all the more. Her fingers twisted into an imitation of the claws on her feet, gripping the couch that much harder as her toes extended into deadly bird claws. “Oh…oh!” “That good?” he asked. “You…you have no…no idea…” “Apparently not.” “Nnngh…ah…ah…” All in all, it was a surprisingly powerful transformation, and one that left him rather shocked and…rather aroused, in a way. He didn’t know if it was because he had caused the transformation or because he had some latent…interest…in talons, but as he stared at them, he couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of pride wound around everything else. He reached for them, rubbing the underside as the transformation settled, her soles turned to bird feet. They clenched and grasped for his hands, trying to hold them, but he kept darting them out of reach at the last second. Cazna groaned under her breath, growling to herself in frustration, but he didn’t allow her to have what she wanted, whatever it might have been. Instead, he parted her legs further, looking up at her pussy as it spread further. It pressed wetly against her loincloth, obviously wet and needy, and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to block it up with another load of cum. If he would just stand up, he would be able to slam into her… And her talons would be able to grab his tail and hold him there, make him hump her, breed her, fill her… He groaned, pulling his head away before he could give in to temptation even further than he already had. Holding his head between his hands, he looked down at the floor again, huffing softly. That didn’t help, either. His keen nose was already pulling in more of the sexual scents in the room, reminding him of what he had done to mark her, reminding him of what had happened to him…and reminding him of his need and hers. “Nnngh…” “You need it, too?” “You have no idea…” He growled under his breath. “You can’t even imagine.” “I think I can.” “Hmmph.” “You know, we can help each other out…” “I’m not…not going to give in…that easily.” “It’s not just you that wants it.” She tapped her head, and he knew what she meant. There was too much going on for this to be a mere mortal lust. This was being influenced from elsewhere, and whether it was Melchiresa or just the demon lord that the drow followed, they were both being pushed to do…something. All the more reason to not do it, at least in his mind. Yet, at the same time, his cock throbbed all the harder with just the thought of her pussy. He still remembered how it had felt in the wagon, how it had driven him nearly mad with desire to smell her heat, to feel the urge to rut her and to give in to it. The feral urge of the hellhound to rut and fuck and – He slapped the side of his head, and it barely did anything. He gestured at the floor, summoning ice, instead. That worked just fine, and the howl of a hellhound echoed across the estate for a good few minutes. # Robin didn’t know what had happened to her, but according to the clerics attached to the city watch, there was nothing wrong with her. She had been released back to her duties, which at this hour of the night mostly consisted of putting together the paperwork for her cases and getting ready to go home. Not that it felt like she was going to get that done tonight. Not with…that. She shivered as she shifted in her seat in the middle of the watch station. The small building only housed a few of them at any given time, just enough to keep watch over the neighborhood, and they were all part of the team that had… Well, she couldn’t remember. She knew that something had happened out there, something to get her attention, and she knew that her men had suffered from the same experience. Yet, for all that the clerics said that there was nothing wrong with them and the second shift had said that they’d found nothing at the scene of the ‘crime,’ Robin knew that there was something wrong. You didn’t make Sergeant without getting a few good instincts. But there was something else beyond that, past the missing memories. She could feel…something… Something hot… She shivered as she breathed in again, almost tasting herself in the air. The other guards hadn’t looked at her since they’d come back from patrol, but she knew that they were having similar trouble. Their leathers were stretching in all the wrong places for modesty, and she knew that they were not usually like that. In fact, her men were usually quite circumspect about that, even with… She groaned, still having a hard time thinking. She wanted to…she wanted to touch herself. And not just a bit. Robin felt like she imagined a horny bitch would feel, and in her mind’s eye, she almost looked like one. [i]Squat and rub, rub and drip like a good hot bitch. Stare up at master, at alpha, feel them staring back. Look at that knot, beg for it, whine for it –[/i] Robin slapped her forehead, trying to drive the images out of her mind. Yet, they kept coming back, different thoughts, different fantasies, but all of them making her wetter than a port in a rainstorm. [i]On back, legs in the air, seeing alpha stare at paws, stare through toes at face. See the drool, see the dripping cock, feel it hot on pussy. Get thicker, get bigger, get stronger to protect master, to serve alpha. Take it, take it everywhere, all places, every place –[/i] The hunger in the back of her mind was almost palpable, and she groaned under her breath, rubbing her hands up and down her face. Her underwear was already soaked to her pussy, and some of it was rubbing up between her ass cheeks, rubbing against her other hole and reminding her rather forcefully of the rest of that fantasy. She would have slammed her head straight through the desk if she thought that it would do any good to get the goddamn ideas out of her head. It was driving her mad that she couldn’t tell what the alpha was, either. She could just about make out something red in her vision, red and black, but that was all. She knew that she’d know him if she found him again, though. But how? How was she supposed to – She sniffed slightly, and this time, under the hot smell of her own arousal, she smelled something else. Something…something thick, and musty, and just a bit…a bit like a wet dog. [i]That’s not anybody here…[/i] But as she smelled it, she felt contented, eager…needy. Her pussy swelled and gushed again, slick and wet against the inside of her underwear, and she could tell that it was slowly getting the attention of her fellow guards. They were turning to look at her, and their cocks were harder than ever through their attire. [i]No…not them…not alpha…[/i] Fucking alpha. She didn’t want to think of that, but it was stuck in her head. She’d need to… What? Find him, obviously, but what would she do when she found him? [i]Go to all fours, thrust out your ass, wave it side to side. Show off the transformation, the fur, the thickness, the paws –[/i] “Nnnngh!” “What’s the matter, Sergeant?” Robin took a deep breath, pushing her hair out of her face before looking back and over her shoulder. Her immediate superior, an older man that had served in the Watch for nearly ten years, looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Nothing, sir.” “You’re groaning constantly. Do you need the medics?” “No. But…” An idea came to her. If she was to find her alpha – whatever he was – she’d need something to lure him out again, to keep his attention on her to make sure that he didn’t send her away again. Something to keep him from just disappearing. She needed to be good enough to make him want to keep her around. And then…then she could figure out what to do with him. Yeah…yeah, that made sense, at least to her lust-addled brain. “Actually. I need to see the evidence room.” “Why?” “Call it a hunch.” She stood up, doing her best to ignore the heat between her legs, the warmth that was trying to trickle down her thighs. God, it was wetter, hotter, and fucking sexier than she wanted to think about right then. “Take me there.” It was a short walk, thankfully. She didn’t know if she could take more than that, not with her sex swollen and grinding against her underwear with every step. That would have been bad enough, but she was all too conscious of her rump, too, the way that her ass was cupped in the leathers and almost hugged by them. She was on the verge of showing off everything already, and she’d not even done anything yet. [i]Ass grows, thighs thick, alpha staring down before spreading the cheeks and digging in. Use me like a bitch. Make me a bitch. His bitch.[/i] She was gritting her teeth as she followed her superior, stopping at the locked vault that held all the magical weapons, poisons, and more that the criminals of Absalom were caught with. Robin forced herself to take several deep breaths, hoping that her supervisor wasn’t aware of just how wet she was. “Thank you, sir. I can take it from here.” “Just make sure to leave everything where it is.” “Yes, sir.” That was a lie, and Robin knew it. She had just lied to a superior officer, and for the first time in her career as a watchwoman of the city, she didn’t regret it. She kept her face neutral as her superior walked away, then stepped into the vault. There were weapons responsible for murders spread along the walls, stained armor that had been part of the commission of a crime, payments of blood money and worse spread through the chamber. But those weren’t what she was interested in. She kept walking further down, further in. At the far end of the evidence vault were collections of different fluids, vials filled with the blood and spit and…well, spent fluids of were-creatures that had been caught in different crimes. She had bottled some of them herself, and had been there when some of them had been ‘sampled’ in order to make tracking them easier if the disinfection hadn’t taken. There were dozens of different vials, each one labeled with a different creature to mark what kind of transformative beast the culprit had been. Robin breathed deeper than she meant to, her heart running at a mile a minute. One of these would give her a perfect disguise for dealing with whoever the alpha was, would give her a reason to stay close. After all, this alpha had planted fantasies in her head of being a beast, of him enjoying her as one. If she had that form… If she had that form… It didn’t matter why she’d have that form, she just needed it now. She needed something that wasn’t human, and it would please the alpha. Running her fingers along the tops of the vials, she checked one after another after another, each one giving her a possibility. A were-boar was interesting, but she didn’t think that she would look good as a sow. The werewolf was a possibility, but that was a regular thing, something that other people would see all the time. More to the point, she doubted that she would have as much control of herself as she needed to keep others safe. [i]There’s got to be something…[/i] Tapping her fingers along the corks at the top of the vials, she almost passed right over one of them. Turning her head back, she glanced down at the picture on the vial, and her smile grew. [i]Well, well, well…now that would be interesting…[/i] She pulled the glass vial free, looking down at the clear fluid. This one had even come from a female, so she knew that it would be safe enough to use for her. There had been times where male fluids on a female subject – or vice versa – had been used for a full transformation, altering someone so that they were a different gender from their original selves. Some criminals used it as a way to dodge the Watch a bit more easily. Not this time. This…this was going to be purely for… For him. For Alpha. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]