This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Succubus' perspective.
I stared at her, her tongue and mouth all sealed up and together, feeling exactly how that had happened through the flickering tendrils of my magic, how I had had to reach deep into her body to bring forth the changes. Mortals did not tend to understand that there was a more intimate connection when it came to magic, though she wouldn't ever be able to convey to me, not ever again, whether she felt that or not, how close we were during the transformations. Her cheeks wobbled with the horse cocks and, if her mouth had not been sealed up with a giant penis spurting from the space where her lips had been, I might have thought that her mouth was gaping in horror.
Of course, during the course of the transformation, I asked her repeatedly if she was sure, watching her expression, though...I didn't find any horror that meant I should stop there. For I was not asking, truth be told, so that I could be sure for my conscience. What did a succubus, honestly, care about her conscience? It was the dark twisting of arousal inside me, the pulse and the flow of it, that I wanted to check in on.
Was I really...enjoying it? In some way?
No... No. That could not be. Not because it was wrong, but because I had simply never expected that of myself.
"Do you really like this?"
I asked her that when I had started transforming her legs into great, big, fat, throbbing horse cocks, her lips twisting through her moans. Gale had moaned and moaned, but hardly had any words for me, though I wasn't sure they would have surpassed her cries. It had been simply so delicious to see her trepidation, that flash of fear in her eyes, even how her nose had wrinkled in her concern, shuddering back from the torture of her transformation.
Well, she had asked for it, right? Which was exactly why I'd pressed on, watching her hungrily, my worry morphing into a morbid curiosity that almost did not seem to sit right with me. I was less engaged in how the flesh of her legs plumped out into the fattest dicks I could have imagined, but in how she tried to say that she wanted it, even though her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, moistening try lips.
How fascinating the reactions of the human body were... Did Gale even know how she was squirming away from herself, though she wasn't getting anywhere as I thickened her legs up into the throbbing horse cocks, taking my time in the detail and definition, even the mottling down her length? The little flinches of her body, the flushes of heat brought to her skin, mmm... It was all so divine. Far more divine than what I was doing to her.
She managed to roughly push her dress down, eyes wide, the glisten of tears in them. But those were from being overwhelmed and, really, I could understand that. The conflict of emotions caught my attention, her shoulders trying to shrug, but the motion was different with breasts where they should not have been, making her groan all over again.
Gale's face twisted and contorted, muffled horror heralding my magic pouring into her. I'd never seen an expression of horror just like that before and, if not for her moans, I would have stopped right there and then, my curiosity still teetering back and forth. I thought then that I would have to stop, surely. Surely there was only so far that Gale would want to go before her nerve fell? It could not hold out forever, could it?
I did not know, but, frankly, I did not need to know... It was what she had asked for and the moans told me what I needed. The moans spoke of an air of desperation and longing, though even I could not have expected the intense flare of red-hot arousal. I watched her carefully, how she tried to rub at her legs with her cock fingers, though they were clumsy and laughable useless for what Gale wanted them to do. Her legs bulged more, filling out with meat, with mass, my magic pouring into them.
Even then, I wanted them to be perfect, I wanted to feel her heart racing even more than it already was through our connection, leaning into that hungry need, not understanding why I wanted to feel more of it. Perhaps, even then, it was addictive. For it was not only her expressions that twisted, fighting to clamp her jaws shut against moans and horrified yet aroused whimpers, but the tremor of her body shifting its weight on the growing balls that were her buttocks, in a way. It was about the short, sharp, panting breaths and the driving pound of her heartbeat too, the sweat that glistened, mixing with the drooling ejaculate.
I watched her struggle with a kind of fascination that, quite honestly, had to be said to be morbid, in a way, though I could feel too, through our connection as that grew stronger and stronger, just how much she wanted it too. I didn't have to understand it to hold up my side of the deal, though my mind did wander back to just how she had looked when she had realised that I was transforming her legs. Even without her explicitly asking me for her legs to become horse cocks that time... After all, the more Gale talked about her inclinations, the more that I came to understand what it was that her kinkily twisted mind desired.
My thoughts took over, even as I progressed her transformation, spending a part of myself in taking it all in -- and my reaction to it. For there was more there than met the eye.
In my mind's eye, it was like living it all over again, even as I ran through every last one of her transformations until, as she wished, Gale was nothing more than a blob of genitalia, helpless to do anything for herself anymore. And yet that reflection was needed, surveying her, what Gale had become, all under the hand of my magic.
I stepped ahead of myself in transforming her, almost rushing, not giving her time to process. It didn't help anything.