Sheets of rain pounded the dirt on the shoulder of the old country road into mud.  A lone cream-furred rabbit trembled in the cold, trudging through the forest.  Upon reflection, his escape from the laboratory had been a stroke of genius normally precluded in his current state.  After going a week without treatments, his body’s cohesion was more solid than liquid; bio-elasticity was mostly autonomous, and storm drains no longer filled him with a sense of impending dread. 
That was not to say that the current weather was any more welcome to him; the rain chilled him to the bone, eyes desperately scanning for a decent reprieve. 
An old building in the distance; hopefully there would be someone there to help him, though how he knew not. The experiments his former colleague had forced him to undergo left his previously massive intellect a husk of its former self, and despite a faint spark of its return, he was certain that fully restoring his once brilliant mind would be forever beyond means. 
“H-hello?” He rang the bell at the front desk of what appeared to be a boarding house of some manner. There was no signage and it looked somewhat run-down. The wooden floor ached and creaked beneath his feet as he silently prayed that the building hadn't been recently condemned.
His prayers were answered by the sound of dragging footsteps. “Welcome, welcome, I'll be right with you.” A ragged, age-worn feminine voice called out in acknowledgement. A hunched-over figure with a long-brimmed, steeped hat and silken dark robes emerged from the back room. Her hat bowed deeply, obscuring her face.   “Can you be helped, laddie?”
“I uh, I could use some help.  I’m looking for a place to stay, and…”  Apprehension gripped; he felt unsure of how to handle things, knowing he had no money, no possessions, and didn’t even remember his previous name.
“What’s your name, dearie?”  The old lady’s voice both soft and warm, immediately putting the put-out bunny at a sense of ease.
“Hazey.”  A spark of tension crossed his mind; a last name was probably definitely normal in situations like this.
“Let’s see… Hazey, Hazey…”  She thumbed through the register as he tried to force the anxious lump in his throat from climbing out of his mouth.  “Ah, here it is.  It looks like you have a reservation, due to check in today.”  He stared blankly for a moment.
“Oh wow, what luck!  I must have made it a while ago because I totally don’t remember making one!”  The poor bun was still prone to bouts of empty-headedness.
“Of course, I’m sure that must be the case!  Now, your room is just down the hallway here, and complimentary dinner will be served shortly.  Feel free to make yourself comfy while everything is prepared.”  She handed over a numbered key and gestured down the hallway.
Finally, things felt like they were going Hazey’s way for the first time since he managed to escape the laboratory.  No luggage to his name, nor wardrobe sans the muddied labcoat he managed to escape in, but at the very least he had a warm bed and four walls for the first time in a while.  “One step at a time,” He sighed, a mixture of relief and exhaustion, shedding the soiled garment.  “Now, what to do first…?”
The obvious choice was to flop down on the bed and get some rest, however, his growling stomach gave another opinion.  To confound things further, the coffee maker on the desk offered the tantalizing prospect of life-giving bean juice.  “Decisions, decisions.”
After mentally laboring over his options for a moment, Hazey decided that sleep was the best choice after all.  Turning to his bed and preparing for what was sure to be the greatest comfort felt in a week, a vexing reality set in; “Where the heck are the blankets?”  He spoke aloud to the empty room.  “Where are the pillows, the sheets, the comforter??”  The mattress was completely bare.  Tired as he was, he knew sleep would still come, but an unknown mattress in an unknown place lent itself to insidious and dubious unknown stains.
Taking a moment to regain composure from the prospect of the possibly tainted raw bed-meat, Hazey shook his head and halfway chuckled.  “That poor old lady is probably running this whole place by herself.  I bet there are linens in a closet somewhere.”  He set out, strolling down the hallway from his room, past the expectedly vacant front desk, in search of a linen closet somewhere.  Best to impose as little as possible, he thought to himself.
After a bit of aimless wandering, he came upon a door without number or lock.  Inside, linens were plentiful, but he still found no sign of pillows.  Undeterred, the bunny waded his way through a sea of housekeeping carts towards the back of the room, another set of doors drawing him in further.  Pushing aside a cart gingerly so as to keep the overburdened thing from tipping, he squirmed into the barely open door only to be greeted by an absence of lighting.
“Where is that damn light switch…?”  Paws groped the room, feeling along the wall, from one corner to the next, legs getting caught up against broom handles and scuffling through various supplies.  Muddling his way to the far wall of the dark room, a paw finally touched down on what felt like the switch he sought.  Flipping it into an upright position yielded far from desirable results though, as the floor shifted beneath Hazey.
Before he had a chance to react, the section of the floor he stood upon gave way into a steep decline, sending the unsuspecting bunny tumbling down into the unknown.  The chute twisted and turned, winding downward sharply in absolute darkness, the only sound to accompany him on his descent was a stress test of his vocal cord’s highest note.
After what felt to be entirely too long, Hazey slid to a stop on cold polished stone.  Eyes slowly unlatched as his screaming petered out.  Wherever he was had a dull eerie green glow to it, and dated lab equipment strewn about.  Scrambling to his feet and surveying, his eyes came level with the old lady who checked him in, whose stare had been locked on him from the moment he gracelessly slid into the room.
“Um,” his ears drooped; she was gripping a massive stirring apparatus inside of a bubbling cauldron, and from the looks of things, dabbled in a bit more than property management.  “Did I find the kitchen?”
“If by kitchen you mean my secret alchemy laboratory, then yes.  Yes, you did.”  She released the stirring shaft and took a step forward, prompting him to take a step back.
“Oh, well that seems very uh, private, so I’ll just um, say, I don’t suppose there’s an exit that isn’t a steep unscalable incline like the one I came in on, is there??”  His ears drooped further, paws sliding back across the cold stone floor.
“I was a bit worried that I would have to wait for another chance if you didn’t show up for dinner, but this works out just as well.”  She was talking more to herself than him at this point, a hand straying into her robes and rummaging for something.
“Well you know us bunnies, we’re uh, nocturnal after all, and my circadian rhythm is all kinds of screwed up so I just thought that uh, you know-” He tripped on an uneven stone tile, falling backwards.
“Oh my, you must watch your step down here.  So many hazards, come, let me help you up.”  She encroached ever closer, producing a flask with a blue, iridescent liquid.
Hazey scrambled backwards in a crabwalk, kicking at the tiles beneath him; his eyes locked on a drain grate in the corner, mind reeling at the notion of having to face the nightmarish refuse that may wait within, weighing it against the unknown horrors that awaited if he stayed.
Clasping his eyes shut, Hazey let his form shift, almost breathing a sigh of relief as his body began to melt into a gelatinous puddle.  He had spent so much time focussing on retaining his form that he had feared his non-newtonian state lost from lack of use and lack of enforced regimen from his previous captor.
Salvation was nigh at hand, disgusting as it likely would be.  His amorphous form oozed as quickly as he could toward the drain.  Perplexingly though, his assailant made no apparent bid to prevent him.  Moreso perplexing was the overall drop in momentum toward his destination, and that strange whirring noise.
“That’s a neat trick you have.  I look forward to seeing what else that body is capable of.”  A predatory smile peeked out from behind her cloaked face.  A vacuum pump was busy sucking Hazey’s prone form, wholly countering his attempt to flee.
Within seconds, his entire form was sucked up and spat back out into a glass specimen chamber.  He pounded on the glass and shouted, but his captor was already busy with preparations, quietly humming to herself, pleased with the soundproofing on her specimen chamber.  “Now, what was I going to test first…?”  She mused aloud; her initial battery of tinctures were out the window in light of her specimen’s unique characteristics.
“How about it, would you mind indulging my curiosity a little?”  She cranked open a valve, setting a speaker into place on the glass chamber.
“Let me out of here, I’m going to leave the worst review on yelp for this place!  There weren’t even sheets or pillows on my bed when I checked in, I want my deposit back!  I have tenant rights!”  Hazey blurted nonsense the moment he was given a platform to speak.  Unphased, his captor cranked the valve closed again.
“Just so you know, while that valve is closed, the air is cut off.  You’ve got a couple minutes of decent breathing left if you decide you don’t want to cooperate.  After that, who knows, maybe I’ll just see what data I can extract from your asphyxiated corpse.”  Hazey’s ears drooped, eyes widening.  The smirk on his captor’s face wrinkled into a confused frown as he immediately started hyperventilating.
“Y-you’re making things worse for yourself right now.”  Taken aback by his act of sheer stupidity, the woman struggled to regain composure.  With a resigned sigh, she cranked the air back on, speaker with it.  Immediately the overly-enunciated rapid breathing of a panic-stricken bunny was audible.  “You idiot.”
Hazey’s chest hammered as his breathing calmed.  “Why do you even have one of these things!?”  He wheezed.
“Do you seriously not understand the position you’re in?  If you’d just agree to cooperate, things could be a lot smoother for the both of us.  Well actually, probably just me.  Your only incentive is not dying of oxygen deprivation.  ...But have you tried looking at things from my point of view?”  For all the alchemist’s extensive skills, negotiation was far from making it to the list.
“Your point of view?  Why would I want to see nothing but the underside of a goofy oversized hat brim??  How do you even see out of that thing?”  He continued to pound on the glass all while insulting what she felt was the apex of high fashion.
She cranked the valve closed again.  Immediately Hazey’s hands were around his neck in an exaggerated choking motion as he gasped, clawing at the glass prison.  After a bit of chuckling at the display of theatrics, his captor released the valve again.  “I can keep doing this all day, you know.”
“One more time,” the captive rabbit placed a fisted paw on the tempered glass, “if you cut off the air one more time, it will be the last mistake you ever make.”  He shot her a glance that could pierce steel plate.
“Oh ho, looks like there’s some fight in you after all.  How riveting!”  Her hand hovered over the valve,  “...But if all you can do is bluff, it really doesn’t make much of a difference.” and cranked it shut.
“It’s your funeral.”  He mouthed, body distorting in liquid ripples.  The glass prison began to fog over, Hazey’s skin breaking into a rolling boil.  His assailant looked on, intrigued.
A warning flashed across the chamber’s console.  “Pressure reaching critical levels?”  She read.  The entire glass encasement filled with steam put off by its occupant.  With nowhere to escape, it was set to put the structural integrity to the test.
“By sealing me in here, you lit the fuse to an IED right in front of you.”  Air was running out, and he knew that she couldn’t hear him, but it didn’t matter; a hairline fracture spread.  Good enough, Hazey thought, rearing back and throwing a solid fist against the weakened housing.  Glass exploded outward, lancing into the alchemist in a billow of steam!  She fell backward as Hazey fell to his knees, wheezing for air.
“Told… you…”  He struggled upright, fighting to retain solidity.  “...Now where the Hell is there a pillow at down here?”  Faceplant; the bunny had completely fatigued himself breaking out of the trap, and inadvertently collapsed from exhaustion.  Bubbles popped from the back of his head as he silently snored into himself.
The alchemist’s tattered garments rippled, laughter echoing from within.  A dozen pink, elastic bands of flesh sprang up from the glass-torn clothing, recombining before the slumberer.  They took a form similar to his own, though retaining their natural shade, and possessed of a more effeminate nature.  “My my, you really must show me how you managed that one sometime.”  A smirk lit across the creature’s face.

	A warm, tingling sensation spread throughout his body.  Floating on a cloud, there seemed to be no worries in the world, nor pressing matters; just the warmth suffusing itself into his being.  It felt as though a thousand delicate hands were performing a deep-tissue massage from the inside out, Hazey’s lips parting independent of his volition, a long, low moan reached out from within him, the sensation overwhelming.
	“That’s right, no need to wake up…  Just keep sleeping; let yourself be filled with the warmth… let it overtake all of your senses…”  The pink creature spoke softly into an ear, words reverberating inside of his emptied mind.  His eyes drooped and glazed over, body strapped down to an operating table and held at a 45 degree angle.
	A slender finger pressed against the head of his cock, swirling meticulously.  She had been so surprised to encounter another shapeshifter… or at least something close to one.  The mimic alchemist was nearing gleeful as she willed her finger into a more malleable form.
“Just let the warmth in… further, deeper… pushing inside of you…”  Liquid flesh pressed into the addled bunny’s urethra, oozing sluggishly inside of him.
“...Deeper…” He repeated from his perpetual sleep.  The warmth was spreading in his crotch more rapidly than everywhere else, hips spasming against the invading fluid as it coiled into his balls.
As soon as the preparations were made, her free hand coiled around his twitching shaft and began pumping.  “Now… I want you to let everything out for me…  The more you shoot out, the more warmth you welcome in…  You want more, don’t you?”  A liquid appendage unraveled from the creature’s semi-soild body and pressed against his butt, gaining passage with minimal effort.  The thin strand-like appendage filled out inside of him, honing in on his prostate and pressing against it with steadily-increasing pressure.
Without even reaching orgasm, Hazey’s body acquiesced to the pressure, in tandem with the invading appendage’s suction inside of his balls, and semen began to flow out freely.  “Good boy… Let it all out, let the warmth consume you…  Give in to the pleasure and lose yourself…”
“Give in…”  His mind offered no resistance.  Her newest submission tincture was without flaw, she thought, mentally patting herself on the back.
Across the room, arms bound behind his back, another iteration of Hazey had been isolated for further experimentation; paws curled as he bounced on the fucking machine pounding into him.  Moans of pleasured protest crashed against a ball gag.  His dick, locked tight inside of a chastity cage, bounced uselessly as it drooled.  A series of IVs with various luminescent liquids flowed into his arm.
His nipples perked up, hips squirming against the relentless assault.  A peculiar sense of joy began to well up in the back of Hazey’s mind, beneath the frantic mind racing on an escape plan that felt beyond reach.  Thrashing in protest was all there was to be done to keep the feeling at bay; with each passing moment, each thrust, each bounce of his chastity-locked dick, the sensation welled up further.
As more of the concoctions poured in, mixing into a lattice of luminescent aquamarine rivulets within his translucent body, the captive bunny’s hips began to noticeably widen.  Balls tensed as the slight breeze generated from the machine etched its way across stiffened nipples.  Pelvic muscles spasmed as his feminine hips squirmed and shuddered, balls locking up, but despite everything, Hazey could only squirt precum.  And with each squirt, each denied almost-orgasm, that confounding sense of joy welled up more and more.  His brow began to arch as the protest evaporated from his moans, the puddle beneath his crotch slowly spreading.
It was more pleasure than the addled bunny could manage to stave off; already thoughts of escape were being pounded further and further from the forefront of his mind.  Whatever was pumping into him continuously changing his body, the fucking machine milking his prostate, the cage around his dick that only seemed to squeeze tighter with each moment, despite a tingling sensation…  Had his dick always been that size?
“My dick?!”  He tried to say, but the ball gag made it come out as nothing more than confused moans.  Somehow through the bizarre concoction being pumped into him, Hazey’s already modest-sized dick was slowly dwindling down further.
His captor glanced over as she drew the last of the semen from the other Hazey’s balls, and walked over towards the specimen being subjected to her feminization regimen.  As she moved away, the strand of her pliant flesh embedded in Hazey’s dick remained in place, stretching along with the finger it sprouted from.  “Don’t fret, dearie; you won’t lose your precious little friend here.  We’re just going to make her a bit more… fun-sized.”  She chuckled, unhooking the ball gag.  “That cage is made from my flesh, and controlled at my will, so you shouldn’t expect it to become slack just because we’re downsizing a little, either.”
Hazey’s jaw relaxed, tongue hanging out as eyes struggled to focus against the surge of feminine joy.  “Now now,” she lifted his chin and wiped the drool away with a handkerchief, “that appearance is so unrefined.  It looks like we’ll have to put in a lot of work to make a proper lady out of you.” As she fussed and preened her caged subservient, globules of her form began to stretch from the finger connecting her invading mass to the bunny across the room.
Having already shot everything he had, it was all he could do to sigh wearily with each dry orgasm.  A sigh turned into a startled gasp as the first glob of substance pressed up against his invaded shaft and began to flow inside, compressing down and nesting itself in his balls.  “You’re doing just fine!”  She called over to him in a blasé tone of faux reassurance as the mimic struggled to fasten nipple clamps one-handed.  Perhaps a lab assistant would be just the solution to this sort of problem, though, perhaps one not quite so gooey.
Yes, she thought, an assistant would have to be much closer to her consistency.  Hazey twisted and squirmed as more and more of her pumped into his rapidly-overburdening balls, the submission tincture doing its job to keep his protests limited to bodily reflexes alone.
As she finally finished with the adjustments to her little caged beauty project, the mimic waltzed to the third and final iteration of Hazey, who was bound in the middle of the room, upright against a vertical specimen table.
He scowled, throwing shoulders against bindings as she undid his gag.  “You won’t get away with whatever it is you’re planning, you monster.”  All he could think to do was antagonize her, and hope it would create an opportunity of some kind for escape.
“Ooooh, feeling fiesty are you?  I must admit, I was rather surprised at that daring attempt on my life from earlier.  Sadly, all the bravado you can muster now will do you about as much good as trying to break those restraints.”  She cooed, pleased with the liveliness of her specimen.  The impression he had left upon their first meeting told a story of a docile, subdued creature; nowhere near as fun to toy with as one bursting with such a robust sense of resistance.
“Once I’m free of these binds I’ll muster my foot so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting bravado in the back of your throat for-” she placed a paw over his mouth.
“Shh, shh, don’t you want a taste of what the other yous are getting?”  She made a sweeping gesture to the other two Hazeys, both sporting the same glazed-over expression.  “Just look at how good they’re feeling… And you want to feel good too, don’t you?”
He could feel his body tremble to her touch as her paw moved lower, teasing a trail toward his groin, desperately trying not to imagine what perverse manner of torment she had in store for him.  “I-I won’t give in to you!”  His resolve shook.
“Oh my dear, sweet, precious bun; your compliance is hardly of consequence.”  Gooey, elastic paws squeezed down on his balls, eliciting a sharp gasp.  “We’ve both seen how easy it is to break your will.”  She said, squeezing tighter for emphasis as Hazey’s mouth hinged open in a silent yelp.
“Let me go, don’t touch me there!  I just wanted a place to rest, why does it always turn out like this…?”  He lamentably squirmed, largely subdued from the vice-grip the mimic held him in.
“Oh, poor bun.  What’s wrong, are you afraid I’m going to break them, like I’m doing to the other two of you?  Wouldn’t that be a shame…”  A patronizing tone sent chills down his spine; both of his other selves were being modified…  It was more than just sexual torture, he realized; his captor was using him as a live test subject for her experiments!
“P-please…”  He pleaded, feeling a sense of futility wash over.  It was the same with his former assistant; though her actions served to tickle the sadist fancy she held, they were largely for a more profound purpose; one that could not be dissuaded or curtailed by appealing to a sense of empathy.
“Don’t fret… I think once you get used to it, you’ll find your position to be quite the mutually beneficial arrangement.”  A sultry slur rippled through the pink lagomorph mimic as she popped open a corked flask and brought it close.  “You see, for this procedure to work, it requires a certain degree of, shall we say, acquiescence from both parties.”
Hazey reared back and pursed his lips as she brought the tonic close to his face, turning his head away like a baby refusing mashed peas.  “Not interested, hmm?  That’s fine, I was hoping we’d get to do things the fun way…”  She lowered the flask, wrapping elastic digits around his shaft.  “In we go!”  With one fell thrust, the flask was secured snuggly around Hazey’s cock, and pushed to the base, pressing uncomfortably against his balls!
The liquid flowing around him, slowly diffusing into his semi-permeable body, gave a sensation unlike anything he had known prior; a primal sense of vigor surged as he stiffened.  Pupils dilated, heart pounded, wrists strained harshly against his restraints.  “Oopsie, it looks like I got it stuck on you.  Clumsy me.”  She teased.
Hazey gritted his teeth and tried to steady his breathing as his vision regained focus.  A burning feeling of need etched itself into his crotch and rapidly shot through the rest of his body as his chest puffed in and out, involuntarily thrusting into the flask as steam built inside of it.  His sights locked square upon the pink creature before him.
“A draught of subservience, a few xenoestrogenic brews and anti-androgen elixirs…  These things were more for personal amusement than anything else.  But this…  This shall be my magnum opus.  Taming your spirit presents no challenge; your body, however…”  He threw his shoulders into the restraints, ripping one arm free and continuing to thrash in a frenzy, a primal desire beyond instinct pounding into his mind as the contents of the flask began to boil from his rising body temperature.
“A body that can reproduce and pantomime substances it interacts with…  I bet whoever made you is up in arms trying to find such a valuable tool.  But I see a much greater purpose for that kind of skillset.”  She turned and arched her back, presenting herself to her berserk hostage.  “Rather than keep you as some sort of concoction copier, why not get you to join your flesh with mine?”  Her words didn’t register; all that sirened through Hazey’s head was the overriding urge to breed.  A leg kicked free from its restraint.
“Before that though, you’re going to have to prove yourself by breaking free.”  She swayed to the side, in a dual-purpose seductive gesture and dodge as the pressure buildup shot the flask flying from Hazey’s member like an overloaded bottle rocket.  It crashed against the far wall, raining glass and fluids several dozen meters from the two.  Ripping the last appendages free from his restraints, the altered bunny advanced upon his captor.
“That’s right…  Join with me.”  She urged.  Without hesitation, Hazey scrambled up against her, clumsily mounting and pressing into her flesh.  His legs kicked, paws gripping tight as he thrust into her.  “First, we need to make you cum…”  She squeezed down on his invading cock, the tightness forcing him to go at her pace as she spun around while he remained inside of her, pushing him to the ground.  Standing a good half-meter taller than him, the mimic towered over as she pressed her elastic arms against his shoulders, pinning Hazey even as his body struggled to thrust, despite being locked in place.
Pleasure, confusion, madness gripped as her eyes locked with his.  Every fiber of his being screamed to continue thrusting, but she gave him no give.  “Though… I must admit, there’s nothing quite like the sight of someone caught in a breeding frenzy being pinned down and denied…”  She squeezed and loosened only against his glans.  Movement was still impossible as her insides forcibly milked his cock.
“I would say it’s second only to the look of confusion that comes with being dominated when you’re at the peak of your sexual aggression.”  Her face inched closer to his as her fluid muscles tightened, squeezed, massaged and constricted against his glans.  “To turn someone into a beast, and to then utterly, completely tame him…”  He could feel pressure building, mind still locked in a state of breeding lust as a leg thumped involuntarily against the floor, pupils transfixed on hers as her tongue traced a lurid grin across her lips.
She continued milking him, forcibly keeping Hazey from having any sense of control, riding him right until the edge… And then holding him there; the look in her eyes as he panted and grunted was nothing short of twisted euphoria.  “And do you know the best part of that potion?  Once you cum, you lose every ounce of that aggression you’re feeling.  A sense of devotion greater than your poor weak mind could imagine will wash over you.  And when that happens…”  The milking resumed, Hazey’s head throwing back, eyes beginning to roll backwards.
“Stay with me bunny,” Her paws cradled his head and brought his eyes back to hers.  “You’re going to be gazing deeply into my eyes the moment you cum.”  She instructed.  His lips quivered, body spasming as he was brought to the edge once more.  He bucked and twisted, but Hazey’s eyes stayed locked on hers.
“Now it’s just a matter of how many times I feel like bringing you to the edge before I put you out of your misery…”  She contemplated aloud, prolonging his edging by squeezing down and massaging for a split second the moment he came back from his precipice.  “Or maybe I could just keep you right there, just where I want you, until the potion wears off on its own?  I bet you’d be rather compliant after that, wouldn’t you?”
He trembled and panted, twisted and struggled to thrust, to cum, to breed, but it was useless, and the realization began to sober and chip away at the maddened breeding lust commandeering his senses.  His lips tried to move, tongue relearning how to curve and make sounds as he swam in her gaze.
“Hmm, have you got something to say…?”  She kept him where she wanted him, just as promised, coaxing his head into pre-ejaculation spasms.
“...C-cum…”  He finally mustered, body still squirming in her grasp.  Her smile widened at the piteous mewling.
“What’s that?  You’ll have to ask properly if you want something.”  The mimic teased.
“I want… to cum…  Please…!”  He pleaded, aggression melting into desperation.  Her fingers traced circles around his stiffened nipples as she held his member still within her.
“You know the ramifications to doing such a thing, don’t you, pet?”  She squeezed down for emphasis, causing his breath to catch.
“Y-yes… just please, please let me cum…  I need to, I have to cum, please…!!”  He begged and pleaded, rationality cast to the wind in the face of her prolonged teasing.  Hearing this, she bared her teeth the way a predator would to a fresh meal.
“Cum.”  She ordered, squeezing down on his glans once more, squeezing nipples firmly.  Electricity sparked through his whole being as Hazey shuddered uncontrollably, shooting off inside of her, opaque seed filling the mimic as she contracted in tandem with each shot, dragging out his orgasm while working his nipples.
Hazey felt his mind empty a little more with each spurt, eyes locked on hers as his balls tensed and relaxed over and over again.  Even after he could shoot no more, his body still quaked in an orgasmic glow.  The mimic leaned in and pushed her lips against his, tongue easily invading his mouth as hands cradled his head.
“You’re mine now,” her voice seemed to reach his mind directly, fluid body spreading across his skin, tongue invading, filling his insides as her paws banded into the elastic rope-like form that had previously invaded his other self and began pouring into Hazey’s ears, reaching into the deepest depths of his head.  She leaned upright, tongue elongated and continuously filling her prey.
“This whole time, you never did have the courtesy to so much as ask my name.”  The mimic spoke freely of her elongated tongue invading her prey.  “I think I’ve grown quite fond of yours though, truth be told.”  Hazey panted, eyes still perpetually locked on hers as more and more of his body and mind were invaded with the pink goo of the mimic’s body.
“As for the other iterations of you, well, I could always use a good maid, and maybe someone to help me propogate more mass of myself…”  The pink coloration of the invading entity tinted across his stomach, her will suffusing into his mind as arms wrapped around, picking him up by the underarms.  His lower half now completely submerged inside of her, Hazey felt echoes of her will bouncing inside of his mind.
Nearly entirely submerged now, he completely surrendered, feeling her thoughts becoming his own as she nestled his face against her chest, his vision fading to pink as he was lulled into a blissful sleep.