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Keegan’s eyes widened as he saw that the stinger was out. At the peak of pleasure, he still managed to sleepily tilt away from the tail, the stinger only an inch away from digging into his fur. He had to dodge it a few times before he thought of simply pulling out and stepping away. But--
But something was wrong. He couldn’t move his legs. He could pull his hands away from her breasts, but his legs simply wouldn’t respond.
“Gods that was good,” Rust moaned.
“Seven out of ten,” Rist hissed.
“Not enough coffee for you, bitch?”
“You’re one to talk! You could be fucked by a fly and you’d be squealing!”
“As if! Why, you little--”
“Uh, girls?” Keegan said, hands on his hips. He stared down at his legs and willed them to move but--nothing. He pushed on his hips for the same result. “I’m stuck.”
“What?” Rust snorted. “You’re not a canine. You don’t have a knot!”
“If only…” Rist lamented.
“No, my legs, they won’t…” He gulped. “They won’t move!”
“Oh!” Rustretto looked back, smiling widely and with her eyes alight. “Then it’s started!”
“W-what?”
“Yeah!” she said, crawling forward and shivering as he involuntarily pulled out of her, his member swiftly softening. “You’re turning into a big titty snake!”
“But...but…” He blinked. “You said--”
“Please,” Rustretto laughed, rolling onto her back and lying on it, large tits hanging down. “Did you really think we were going to let you go just like that? No, no, no…” She shook her head. “We know you weren’t after any of our girls. We knew you were after our eggs.” She winked and patted her stomach. “We’ll soon have our own but…” She shook her head. “That’s besides the point. You were after our golden eggs. You’re a thief, Keegan, and we don’t like thieves, so we thought if you really want your eggs, you could have some of your own!”
“But--” Keegan protested.
“But what? No butts! Snakes don’t really have a butt, usually.”
“No, I…” Keegan growled and punched a leg in frustration. “How? You didn’t...you didn’t even sting me!”
“Oh!” Rustretto cackled. “Silly kitty. We drugged you all up before you even woke up. The stuff is all in you already, it just needed a catalyst.”
“Catalyst?” Keegan scratched his head, and then it dawned on him.
“Sure, and it was a very fun catalyst indeed,” the kobold hissed. “Wouldn’t you agree?” She stuck her tongue out and pointed lewdly to her slit that dripped with the excess of their coupling.
“But I…” he shivered, and this time it wasn’t out of fear. No, it was because the natural warmth of his fur had significantly diminished. Concerned, he looked down at his chest and let out a surprised feline hiss. His fur was dwindling and hardening into what looked like scales and its coloration was brightening to a lurid--
“Pink?” he howled.
“But of course!” Rustretto said, sounding very pleased with herself. “You’re going to be a girl, kitty. Not a girl kitty though. A girly snake and what color isn’t girlier than pink?”
“S-stop!” Keegan pleaded. “Stop this, even if you have to sting me or...something!”
“There’s no stopping it now.”
“W-what?”
“You are already transformed,” the kobold said, smirking.
“Huh?”
“‘Huh’?” Rust mocked. “You think your dick shrinking isn’t because you aren’t hard anymore or something?”
“It is now average at best,” Rist noted.
Keegan blinked. He hadn’t even been thinking about his cock. He looked down and yowled.
“Aww,” Rust said. “Is the witty kitty sad because he’s got a shrinky dinky?”
“N-no!” Keegan cried out, hands going for his shrinking member. He caught it, but it slipped out of his fingers as it shrank further still. Worse, his legs had finally chosen to respond from his forward momentum and then locked up a moment later, causing him to fall to the ground. He landed roughly on his front. He groaned and laid there momentarily before rolling over onto his side.
“Oh!” Rist exclaimed. “That means the tail is next!”
“Tail?” Keegan asked. He looked over his shoulder. The fur on his back had mostly given way to pink scales, but he was more concerned with his tail. Similarly scaled, the usually unimpressive appendage writhed and thrashed thicker and thicker, though it wasn’t so much as growing out as growing down and in. It slithered down over his rear and he watched as tail seemed to absorb his butt into it, any fluffiness and fur shed in favor of those lurid pink scales. He blinked, immobilized by uncertainty as his tail continued its descent, this time coming into contact with his legs.
“No, no, no…” he pleaded.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Rust cheered.
The changing lynx could only watch as the tail slithered over his increasingly scaled legs, sealing them together as it went before absorbing them into its own. His tail, once the smallest of his limbs, was now the largest and getting larger, especially once it reached his feet. Keegan gulped and nearly looked away, but something kept him staring as he watched his pawed feet meld together into scaled formlessness before his tail reached them. At that point, the scaled mass that had been his feet stretched out longer and longer before abruptly tapering off into the point of his now serpentine lower half. He gaped, but his tail wasn’t finishing growing yet the thick, muscular limb pulsating and wriggling with further stretching extensions.