“Say, is this your first time here?” A puff of smoke clouded the fidgeting man. Under the dim lights, Deiser glanced awkwardly around. One of his friends had invited him to a ‘vintage’ strip club that everyone should visit and yet, the guy was nowhere to be found. 


He glanced down at his buzzing phone, seeing his friend's message: ‘Raincheck today?’ A couple of his blood veins popped. The gall of this guy to bail on him when he was here already? 


“You alright buddy?” 


“Oh yeah… I’m new here…” His eyes kept avoiding the view. The view of all of their various services… from lap dancing to teasing men at the pole… his face blushed up whenever he caught a glimpse of their breasts. Fucking hell, his friend was supposed to show him the ropes and guide him here. 


And now here he was alone. Ok, not alone but still… 


“Heh, I used to be like you,” The man chuckled, putting out his cigar, “All shy around all of these girls. A lad like you need some hands-on experience to man up, you know?” 


Deiser rolled his eyes, before sighing, “And what are you going to do about it?” 


“Give you just that,” The man tossed a golden card onto the table, “Bought myself an extra VIP ticket and some cocktails. Was thinking you might be interested.” 


His eyes widened. A ticket to spend time with a stripper privately? With cocktails? Was this some sort of scam? 


A slap against his back broke him out of his thoughts, “Heh, not interested? I could just give it to-” 


“Wait, wait, I never said I didn’t want it,” Grabbing the golden card tightly, he glared back at the stranger, “Happy now?” 


“Good bitch. Just head down the lane and turn right. Oh don’t forget,” He tapped on a drink — in pink with black shades. Deiser could’ve sworn that wasn’t there before, “Drink up first.” 


Still, he wasn’t letting this chance go. He drank it in one gulp, slamming the glass on the table. A bitter solution washed down his throat with the man’s eyes curving into a smile. Wiping the drink off his lips, he glared back at him, “Is that enough?” 


“Oh why certainly. Just go all the way to the room by the back.” 


Blinking as he rose to his feet. He strangely felt… happy? Like his body had just warmed up in an instant. A happy feeling rose within his chest, coming out as giggles. And in unsteady steps, he went down the path with the lights dimly lit beneath his feet. 


Shambling into the room, he laid down onto one of the many seats. His gaze floated towards the large pole installed under the dim room — dark enough to set the mood, bright enough to see everything clearly in the spacious room. 


Where’s the stripper though? He giggled, rubbing against his ears which sharpened by the ends. He couldn’t possibly be earlier than her, could he now? 


“Oh dear master,” A pair of glowing golden eyes blinked as she emerged from the shadows. Her fur jet black with her feline tail swishing left to right. Her ears twitched, locking onto her newest customer as she brushed her blonde hair to the side. 


Deiser gulped. She was barely wearing anything, only with those thigh highs and a dress that didn’t even cover her nipples. In fact, her crimson dress only highlighted her curvier body and hourglass shape. 


“Ni…nice to meet you?” 


Her glowing eyes locked with his as she pressed her bountiful chest against his flat one. Jiggling around, her paws shifted to against his waist. He smelt… different from the rest. A paying customer was a paying customer alas but his pheromones were in flux. Changing from human to feline and somewhere in between. Goodness, what was her Master thinking here? 


“Relax master,” Her paws caressed against his cheeks, “Let’s get to know one another, alright?” 


“Ye…yeah…”


His face was in a mess as red as a tomato. He couldn’t control any of his blushes. This was the first time he had gotten this close to any girl actually. Her breasts were so much bigger than any he had seen before. Not to mention her wide hips with that bouncing ass. Didn’t take long for his cock to become erect. 


“You know master, your muscles are so firm and rough,” She continued, leaning her head onto his chest, “Do you work out?” 


Deiser continued, “Yeah, yeah, just a little. Nothing too much, you know.” 


“Oh, I can tell,” Her paws slid over to his arms, “You certainly are hotter than a certain customer of mine.” 


Her soft and tender voice only made him excited. Like a siren’s voice, he couldn’t help but immerse himself in her sweet words. 


Little did he know, there were subtle changes shifting within his body. Bones fused within his legs, decreasing his height by half an inch at a time or how his hair was turning blonde like hers. 


“So Master, would you like something more… personal or performative?” 


“Sorr…sorry?” 


“Personal it is,” She concluded now, sitting on his lap. Letting out a meow, the man’s heart skipped a beat there. Was she really his for this whole night? And that man just gave away his ticket to him? What a fucking idiot. 


Meanwhile, the stripper had just connected the dots together. Upon noticing his slight changes, she began pitying him. She licked against her maw. That was more like what her Master would do. Tricking people into becoming his slut. But the more the merrier isn’t it? 


And judging by how shy this man was… she was gonna do a lot more ‘hands on’ training with him. 


Twerking on his lap, the man didn’t hesitate to put his hands on her wide ass. Squishing against them, she let out meows that surged the man on. Meanwhile, that tail of hers only added to the fun, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. 


Though his actions were unsteady, she kept grinding against his bulge in his pants. Pressing her wet clit against it. He squirmed in his place. He should be doing more, shouldn’t he? Couldn’t let this pretty cat do all of the work for him, could he now? 


Gently, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer where his chest touched against her back. 


“Oh Master, you don’t have to do anything of that sort, nya~” She turned around, her head tilted to the right. 


“Bu…but I don-”


“Just relax and let me do all the work, alright?” She cooed into his ear. Her voice still echoing inside his mind, “For example,” Tugging his hand, she pulled them close to her big bosom, “Master, my nipples need your touch nya~” 


He stiffened up. Maybe it was the cocktail earlier but it gave him the courage to touch her. To fondle against her breasts. Following her paws, he snuck under her dress and cupped against her breasts. Soft, perky and large. He couldn’t even cup one of her breasts inside his palm. But the touch was turning him on. 


She let out moans. Moans that were like an angel with deep red blushes for him to see. Oh man, she really wanted this. His fingers played with her soft nipple, pushing and pressing them around. 


That couldn’t be further from the truth. 


From the stripper point of view, he was too soft. Too dainty with his actions. How was he going to deal with all of the nasty customers, coming later on? She wasn’t really enjoying it either, faking the euphoria to satisfy her customers. Happy customers meant bigger tips after all. 


Looking back at him, his hair was now reaching to his ear. Completely blonde like hers, she noted his face shape. Now rounder than before, his jawline was becoming covered up by layers of soft skin. Similarly, his fingers were shortening and becoming daintier. Oh, guess he was becoming a ‘her’ first.


“Ummm,” He suddenly stopped fondling her breasts, “Sorry, what’s your name?” 


She meowed softly into his ear, “Name’s Amber. What’s yours?” 


“Deiser…” 


“That’s a sexy name if I ever heard one,” She landed a soft kiss on his face once again, “Is there a problem?”  


Sweat dripped from the changing man’s neck. She really was sexy and beautiful. He giggled a little, not noticing his voice rising in pitch. Just a couple of notes so far, “No Amber… I just… want to do something else. Something more.” 


She pointed at the pole, “You want to see me perform?” 


“No, no, I want to,” His eyes glanced down and back at her, shaking his now daintier fingers, “If you don’t want to, I’m completely fine. Like this is my first time in a strip club and I don’t know if this is al-”



“Hush Master,” She slowly unzipped his pants, shutting him up in an instant. There she glanced down at his little rod, fully erect. It throbbed and cried out for attention. Oh, didn’t think he would be this confident, “You want a little suck?” 


He nodded. Gulping once again, he failed to realize his own Adam’s apple, merging with his throat, “If you do-” 


“How could I say no to Master?” She winked. Using her paws, she stroked against his cock, riling him up as the pressure built up within his shaft. He let out a groan, but now it sounded more like a feminine moan of pleasure.


While she stroked against his rod, he felt weirder than before. Was this room always this big and why did she look taller than before? His mind went in a swirl, still feeling the initial happiness he felt within his body. 


She was amazing of course. Wrapping her paws, puffing and huffing for the taste of his precum and above all else, had those pair of sultry eyes, begging to be fucked. But he just couldn’t point out what exactly was wrong. 


As his clothes became looser, he pushed those thoughts aside. This wasn’t important now. He was receiving his first blow job in his life.


And that was when she plunged. Deep into his cock, she sucked against it. One counts out, two counts into her moist and warm maw. They said that anthros’ blowjobs were better than regulars and it showed with her thick muzzle. 


Her coarse tongue wrapped around his cock and squeezed out fluids from it. Pre cum that dripped into her tongue were quickly swallowed up as her eyes rose in elation. 


She could feel it. Could feel his own cock shrinking within her own mouth. His eyelashes extended out and doubled in size as his muscles redistributed themselves elsewhere in his body. By this point, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he resembled a femboy — one that had softer features with hair covering up his eyes. 


It didn’t stop there. 


Readjusting his seat, his hips widened apart, strengthening his thighs and making him appear more bottom heavy. Facial hair like his unshaved part faded away, leaving behind smooth skin. All the while he was moaning at a higher pitch. One that he quickly caught on. 


“Amber… please… something’s wrong…” He protested, brushing his new blonde hair to the left. Even still, his cock was all he could think about. The pressure was driving him mad. Deiser swore he could’ve lasted longer. But within her mouth, it felt impossible to keep his cum holding inside. 


Her eyes flickered in elation. Guess she was getting a new playmate later on~ Her tongue continued the pressure, now playing rougher against his smaller cock. Before the changes, she reckoned it was four inches, maybe five max. But now she could feel its size dropping by half in both width and length. 


Finally, he let out a moan as cum squirted out whatever remained of his cock. She swallowed it down, momentarily unsatisfied at how little the amount was before excitedly looking back at her new stripper. 


Deiser laid against the wall, gasping for air. Something was terribly wrong and yet he was drowning in ecstasy. That was the best orgasm he had in years and he wanted more. His fingers slipped against his nether regions before realizing his rod was barely an inch long, “Wait… wha-” 


The stripper’s eyes curved into a smile, just like his, “Oh Master, looks like you have a problem, nya. Want me to help you fix it?” 


“Wait… no… sto-” 


Her paws playfully pressed against his small dick and pushed it up into his body. A jolt of pleasure shocked through his mind. Another moan escaped out of his mouth. This time now resembling her own voice. 


In another paw, she played with his shrinking nutsack and folded them gently. The realization struck him now with a certain familiar warmth now circulating the area. No, no, no, this couldn’t be real. 


Opening up his new cunt, she winked back at him, “See problem fixed!” 


“Change me back!” She protested, getting up from her seat. What happened to her body? Her clothes sagged to the side while she had lost half a foot in height! No, no, no, she was a VIP! She wasn’t changing into a woman today!


“Oh how could Amber forget?” The cat lady swiftly swung her tail and tied the new girl to her seat. Turning back to face her, Amber leaned closer, “A girl like you need breasts. Breasts to impress our customers!” 


Deiser struggled against her tail. That drink must’ve made her weak or something cause she simply lacked the energy to lift up, “Let go of me!” 


“No can do, Amber.” 


“That’s not my nam- Ah!” Her claws flicked against her nipples, causing them to bounce up. Looking back down in horror, she spotted her flat chest curving and bumping up as humps on her chest, “The fuck are you doing to me!” 


“Didn’t you like touching these bad boys,” She jiggled her own breasts in front of her like bait. Could she actually have those? Those E cups bouncing on her very chest..? She was a little self conscious of being so sm- Deiser stopped herself mid-thought. 


Another burning sensation riled up in her nether regions. Her new clitoris begged to be touched. To be fondled. To be played with herself… Shoving those thoughts down her mind, she squirmed in her seat. She couldn’t be this weak, could she? 


Her paws suddenly cupped against her new curves. Within moments, her curves molded around her paws, growing into a pair of perky B cups. Alright… a little underwhelming but they weighed down on her back. No! How could she start thinking of that? She was a man! Not some… horny stripper who wanted attention from her customers… 


Suddenly, Amber’s phone rang. She groaned. Picking it up, she loosened the grip on Deiser, allowing the changed man to escape. 


And so she tried. Swerving to the right, she made a beeline towards the exit, only for her hands to fondle against herself. Couldn’t hurt to do that before she changed back, right? Just make them a little bigger…


Moans escaped from her reddened lips. Was her body always this sensitive? This pleasurable to tease with? And what better way to use it than to do it whilst getting paid by rich filthy custome- Deiser stopped herself, now shaking furiously and glaring down at herself. 


No, no, no! This magic was corrupting her mind. She had to get out now before it was too late. Amber was still twirling her hair around. Hissing at her phone, she didn’t seem to notice any of Deiser movements. 


Shoving down all of her new lustful thoughts, the changing woman’s eyes were now on the knob. Just one twist. One turn and she would be free… but how would she live like this? All naked as a woman inside a strip club? Her worries slowed down her moves, completely oblivious to her own body changing. 


The new girl stepped forward, finding her sense of balance drastically shifted. Downwards. She tried stretching her hands out, trying to find her balance, only to feel her bones in her feet cracking and fusing. 


Although painless, her feet became sleekier and more slender, stretching backwards till only a small portion of her front of the feet was in contact with the ground. And in a final struggle, she tripped forwards with her hands catching her fall. 


“Oh Amber, what’s wrong? Forgot to walk with your paws?” 


“I told you, I’m not you! Change me back now!” She shouted. Turning around, she saw her legs now stretching even longer with her nails sharpening up. Her eyes widened. No, what the hell were her feet becoming? 


The feline pulled her new friend up with ease. Something that caught the changed person by surprise — another reminder of what he had lost. Her eyes kept watching her toes retract towards her body, “There, there, seems like you need a little lesson in walking, Amber.” 


She tried struggling. Struggling out of this stripper’s grip but couldn’t find the strength to do so, “Shut up! Change me back before I shut this place down!” 


“And lose all of your income?” 


“Income?” 


“Cause you’re a stripper now, working under our beloved Master. Don’t you remember?” 


Visions of seeing a horned lion saying something to her invaded her mind. Asking her to join as a stripper or something along those lines? She dazed out a little. That didn’t happen, did it? She was always an ordinary office worker in the background, right? 


“Awww, looks like you need a little refresher,” Her tail brushed against her new ass, pulling her closer. 


The blushing woman pushed her away onto the sofa, “No, no! I’m not a stripper, damn you! I’m… I’m…” 


“Say your name then,” Her smile rose up, “Come on, esteemed guest.” 


Like a haze, her memories were scattered in a mess. Even thinking about her name was a struggle. Something that started with a ‘D’ or was it an ‘A’. Oh, but she should be focusing on her little lap dance to her customers instead, right? 


Amber chuckled. Watching her own jet black fur sprouting from her customer was a sight to behold. And her little perky breasts added weight to that reminder. Still, this was taking a tad bit too long for her liking — she needed to tease him much more. 


“My name’s Deiser!” She proclaimed, “Now let me get out!” 


Rising to her feet, the stripper didn’t hesitate but to pull her close. Close into her heavy breasts, “How about no?” 


Muffled screams echoed through the room. Her fur and scent were all that she could think about. She wanted to release her pheromones, her very own feline into the world to smell how horny she was. Gah, she just had to push out of this. 


Meanwhile, on her, fur had already begun its conquest through her body. Staring from her soft chest, jet black fur now sprouted in the masses, creating an itchy yet sensational feeling throughout her body. Like a shock of pleasure down her spine whenever she felt someone’s hands brushed through them. 


Exactly what her stripper was doing to her at this moment. Her breasts doubled in size as well, growing and reaching up to a D cup. A pair of peaches that jiggled against Amber’s one, bouncing off of each other and shared warmth between one another. 


Amber stroked against her hair. So bright and blonde like hers. By the time she was done with her, she was going to be the perfect stripper in the club — a highflyer serving their boss forever.


The changing woman’s arms shortened as fur covered every inch of her limbs. Her nails sharpened into claws with her fingers becoming more feral. Paw pads soon popped up by the ends of her limbs, granting her more grip and texture. On instinct, her claws retracted shortly. 


How else was she supposed to tighten her grip on Amber’s back? More. She wanted more of her. More of her scent and fur. She wanted to have bigger tits and fatter ass. Her mind was now off to the deep end. Pleasure overwhelmed her every thought. Even those that kept up her resistance. 


“Alright little kit, why don’t you look at yourself now?” Amber pushed her gently to the coach. 


That moment of respite was all the changing woman needed to regain her senses. She glanced down at herself, seeing all of her new fur covering up her body. Shrieking, tears streamed down her eyes, “What the fuck have you done to me? I’m now a freak! A furry freak like you!” 


“Awww, look at you, realizing the truth! You are becoming me!” 


Enough was enough. Ignoring all of her other thoughts, she rushed to the door knob, only for Amber’s tail to trip her, “Naughty girls don’t get to escape from here.” 


“No, I won’t let you cha-” 


Amber now pushed herself onto the changing person. With their breasts jiggling and bouncing off one another, she went in for a kiss to shut him up. She needed to work on her tongue game to get those extra tips after all. 


Her eyes darted around the room initially. Trying to find anyone. Any way to escape here. But as her tongue reached out of hers, the intoxicating pleasure slowly wiped away any thought of escape. 


Her glasses dropped to the side once her bones began to shift in her head. Her dark eyes now glowed golden within the dim setting as her mouth stretched outwards, pushing into the original’s Amber’s. 


Folding at her tip, her nose now darkened with her nostrils flaring up. All of her senses were amplified, allowing her to see perfectly both in the dark and smell all of her musky pheromones in the room. Sweet like always. 


The original’s Amber had different plans for the newer one. Her paws now slid towards her nether regions, caressing against her new cunt. Immediately, she squirmed from the ground, her hips widening as a result. 


As for her own mind, she was quickly losing the battle of herself. She thought she was Deiser but all of her memories were being forgotten. No… it was being replaced instead. More dopamine rushed through her veins as Amber’s tongue stretched further inside. 


And her tongue slowly picked up on her habits. She was just dancing with herself, right? Syncing up their movements between their new muzzle, her face now covered itself with fur as her ordinary human ears sunk into her body. 


It quickly reappeared as a pair of twitchy ears at the top of her skull, large enough to hear footsteps coming from outside the building. By this point, all she was missing were a little bump in assets and her very own tail. 


Going deeper into the changing woman’s pussy, she let her paws soak themselves wet inside her feminine folds. Momentarily, she watched Deiser’s mind go blank in real time. Her very thoughts of resisting disappeared, now being replaced by her own urges. Feral moans escaped within her mouth before gasping for air. 


Her body twitched even more, watching Amber go deeper into her wet pussy, “Nya~ Don’t stop! Don’t stop now!” Little teeth at the front morphed into fangs — adding on the cuteness factor were some special guests. 


“Whatever you say Amber,” Stroking about her G-spot, the new Amber fidgeted against the ground, panting as if she’s in heat. Her own tail bone now stretched out to form a bushy large tail that swished excitedly. It might be going faster than a metronome with how it carried itself. 


And there came her climax. 


“I’m cumming!” She meowed, squirting out fluids onto the ground and soaking the original one wet. Her other memories of being Deiser were completely replaced by Amber’s — a stripper that had been working here right from the very start for the owner of this strip club. 


Licking against her wet fingers, the original Amber messaged her boss, “Done,” Her very own cunt was yearning for her some attention. Some love from her boss or even herself. Watching down at the newer Amber, she watched as her various assets bumped up in size once again; her budding breasts growing to become melons on her chest while her ass were nice round peaches to fondle with. 


Before he arrived, she had to do a little check first. Tapping against her shoulder, she asked, “So what’s your name, slut?” 


“Am…amber…” 


“And who do you work for?” 


“Mas…Master…” 


“Alright then. You should be fine when he comes in, alright new Amber.” 


She raised her eyebrow, “N…new? I’m the original Amber. You’re the new one.” 


“What? Don’t be ridiculous, I was the one that made you cum here. Don’t tell me you think you changed me into me.” 


“No, I forced you to make me cum. We can ask Master if you want proof!” She got up, now leaning against the sofa, “Look, I don’t know who you are but frankly, it's alright to become a twin version of me.” 


“You listen up here! You’re only on the floor be-” 


“Something’s the matter?” The same man with a cigar strolled into the room, his eyes now gazing down at the two feline strippers. Oh my, this was better than he had expected. Taking off his clothes, his muscles swelled up as dark yellow fur sprouted from his chest. His deep red horns set in with a strained tail that sprouted from the back. 


Both ladies’ tails were wagging in sync with each other, standing up and greeting him, “Master!” 


“Yes Amber, glad to see you,” His paws glowed red as he patted against both Amber’s heads. Wiping away all memory of changing Deiser into her, he asked in glee, “Who is the original Amber here anyways?” 


“It's me!” Both of them answered before quarreling with each other. While the demonic lion chuckled at the sight of them arguing. Always a joy to watch twinned characters fight. 


He soon tugged against one of Amber's tails, “Alright, alright settle down, Master’s needs some attention today.” 


Immediately on cue, one of the Amber unzipped his pants, to reveal the bulge against his undergarments while the other leaned her breasts close to his chest. His hands on instinct cupped against her breasts, fondling them as she moaned into his ear. 


Good to see that both knew exactly what he wanted. 


Once the lower Amber took his underwear down, she stroked against it with her paws. Her eyes were glued to his mighty cock with his overwhelming musk driving her insane. She wanted that deep inside her. Pounding right inside her pussy. Blood soon rushed to his cock, erecting it. It throbbed with vigour and energy as pressure continued to rile up within him. 


Meanwhile the upper Amber showed off her breasts. As he pulled her closer, his tongue licked against her nipples, she squirmed with all of her fur on edge with his rough tongue pleasuring her. Still as rough as the day she first met him. 


His bigger claws dug into her black fur and pulled her closer to his larger chest. Meowing on instinct, she raised her tail and wrapped around his neck like a scarf. His proud mane ruffled against her tail while he continued to grope her breasts. 


Their cunts became soaked, dripping their fluids bit by bit. Both their pussies were begging for sex. Begging for relief deep inside them, tingling for his cock to be shoved deep inside them. But of course, they knew their Master loved the foreplay. In his own words: ‘Sex without any foreplay is feral’. 


“So Amber, give it a good suck, will ya?” 


On cue, she immediately went for his boner, shoving it deep into her throat. Her maw could barely contain his thick and girthy cock, especially with the barbs around it. Navigating her coarse tongue around his dick, she playfully slapped it around. Precum dripped straight down her throat as she gulped it. 


Her tail swished from side to side. More. She needed more of him. To fill her up amongst her urges. Out of all of her guests, her heart had only raced for him. Her one true Master that had so graciously taken her in. 


Thrusting his hips deeper into her, her mouth and throat could feel the pressure building up within his cock. All she could smell was his bitter overwhelming musk. One that demanded respect and expressed how horny he was also. 


The upper Amber was albeit jealous. Jealous that her twin could taste his cock. Before her jealousy could be shown however, he pulled her close into his muzzle. She blushed hard at that sudden jerk with his eyes staring into hers. 


Without saying another way, he dived into her maw, coaxing her tongue to come and play. She followed his lead, wrapping and curling their tongues together. Her breasts now pressed against his chest, bouncing up and down with his jerks. 


He had a certain way with actions. To push and pull her at the beck of his every demand. Like a moth to a flame, she was entranced and could only chase his flickering light. Didn’t matter if that light was blinking in hell itself — if he was heading there, she would be right behind his every step. 


Shifting his paws down to her ass, he squished it alongside her tail, causing her to twitch and squirm. That was the spot. Her fur was much more sensitive in those spots and he knew that. Perfectly. 


For their master himself, he was ecstatic about their performance. Couldn’t even tell who was the original and who was the sucker that got changed. Both of them had the same eyes — all priming for their Master’s attention and wanting more of him. Even their techniques were identical after training for so long. To think this was the stray he had picked up years back then. 


“Nya, Master, what are you thinking about?” She pulled out of their kiss, nuzzling against his face. Her eyes glanced away as she blushed harder. 


On the bottom, his balls were practically about to burst. Each suck was drawing out more of his cum, beckoning him to cum within her throat. The lower Amber winked back at him with a naughty look on her face. 


Another thrust morphed her look into shock. Pushing deeper into her, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She wanted to be fucked. To drink up all of his cum and swallow it down! Her own paws rubbed against his large balls and fondled against them. Something that shocked even her own Master. 


And within another push, cum gushed out of his cock like a geyser. All of his warm cum swallowed up by her with a loud roar to signify his orgasm. Pulling out of it, he rubbed against the upper Amber’s fur before pinning her down onto the sofa, “Awww, Amber you want a taste of this?” 


Her eyes widened, nodding excitedly with his cock still erect. While the other Amber gasped for air, she quickly rose to her feet, now ready to give her other self the finest threesome. 


Now pinned to the sofa, she noted her twin’s smile, “Are you thinking of what I’m thinking?” 


“O…oh yes, Amber.” 


Licking their muzzle in sync, the standing Amber stood directly on top of her; her pussy dripping out fluids and craved for attention. The lying one pushed the standing one down onto the sofa with her as her Master fondled her breasts once more. 


“Don’t worry Amber, I still have plenty in the tank,” He smirked before grinding his dick in front of her pussy. She let out moans, squirming in her place. Immediately, her twin self pointed down at her pussy, “Go on, suck it slut.” 


Her tongue latched onto her pussy, digging deeper into her G spot. She obviously knew where it was; 6 inches deep inside her. Her paws gripped against the other Amber’s thighs as she leaned closer towards her. 


As his cock edged her, she squirmed and felt the urges raging stronger than before. She wanted him to be inside her now. Not teasing her right outside her entrance. Meanwhile the other Amber was holding by the corner of her seat, feeling her long and stretchy tongue rubbing against her feminine folds. Just a bit deeper. A bit more… 


In the next moment, they both got their wish. The demonic lion slammed his hips deep into her pussy with the first tight wave of euphoria overwhelming the middle Amber. On instinct, her tongue lashed around her pussy, slurping and drinking it up. She couldn’t talk; only feral moans were released within the room. 


She was all too familiar with her Master’s rhythm. In out. In out. In out. He always played it rough and fast, causing her hips to be sore the next day. Her tail wagged faster like a dog who had just caught sight of his owner returning. Well… he was technically his owner. 


The other Amber could only pant, gasping for air. To think she would have another self doing oral sex with herself. But if it was anyone that could make it work, it was her Master. Her paws fondled against her breasts. More, more, more. She massaged them, making her moan louder. 


All the while her Master slammed deeper into her. Hell, if this was the sucker that had changed, he could be none the wiser. Everything between her and her twin self were identical. He tugged onto her wagging tail and pushed himself deeper, precum squirting out as a result. 


She could feel her ass getting fondled by her Master. His paws constantly gripped onto her to maintain balance. Her own thoughts however were all preoccupied by the sensations. By how pleasurable (although rough) he was with her. 


Dopamine flooded her mind. Her little constant squirms were the only release she had while her tongue lashed inside her other pussy. His hot seeds were spilling into her folds. Tempting her. Edging her that his cum was soon arriving. 


The other Amber could also hardly think. She knew herself way too well. She could feel her pussy getting sucked and lashed around like a snake had slithered its ways into it. Her fur soaked wet, warming up and feeling the persistent euphoria. When was the last time she felt this way with someone other than Master? 


Shoving his dick into her once more, he was mere inches away from ejaculation. Just a bit more… he pushed himself further, hitting up and filling up every inch of her feminine folds. Licking against her fur, he purred out, “Good girl, Amber.” 


The Amber in between couldn’t even hear his words clearly, only catching the word ‘Good’ as her ears twitched frantically. On cue however, he released his load again, ejaculating deep inside her. While the other one ejaculated her cum into her tongue, joining her Master’s bellow. Both of them had a mind breaking orgasm with him pulling out of her swiftly. 


His own cock still squirted out ropes of cum onto the floor while she laid there dazed on the sofa. Her mind replayed the scenes once more and again, as she panted and gasped for air. He was the same, groaning at his own euphoria. God, that was good. 


Still though, he had a business to run. Once he recovered his breath, he glanced down at both Ambers, “Alright, that should be enough break for both of you sluts.” 


Both of them blushed in honor. With the one in the corner asking, “Nya, Master didn’t fuck me tonight.” 


“Oh Amber,” He leaned closer, reverting back to his human form. A pair of crimson dresses spawned on the table, “If you do well enough, I might consider having a threesome tomorrow night.” 


Their eyes lit up, grabbing onto their uniform, “You mean it?” 


“Why would I lie to you, Amber?” He smirked before his phone rang, “Oops, looks like duty calls.” 


Disappearing into a mist of smoke, both Ambers glanced at each other. And a smile rose from their maws. They were going to suck their customers dry this whole night.