Harem Scarum

Foreword

: This is a sequel to

A Different Kind of Sex Toy

(series page)

. It principally follows Cassie and the softball team as it transitions to a fetishy harem of sorts. Expect mostly lesbian sex and a lot of varied kinks, which I will usually try to tag for emphasis. There are twelve chapters of about this length.

Harem Scarum

Chapter 1: Cassie's New Temptations

Tuesday Evening (July 4)

Cassandra Ryan was sitting on her tiny balcony, idly masturbating as she watched a fireworks display in the distance. Ever since she'd adopted permanent nudism, her life had gotten stranger on an almost daily basis. Granted, almost all of the weirdness, including her naturism, could be attributed to the small remote control device that was currently sitting on the ground next to her, which her friend Madelyn had used haphazardly, upending a dozen lives or more, if her recounting had been accurate.

Cassie toyed with some of the smaller nipples dotting her torso, trying to frown despite how deliciously sensual it felt to play with them. She was reminded that she'd initially suspected Maddie's bunny-hybrid girlfriend, Leila, of somehow turning people into animalistic sex toys, thanks to a series of misunderstandings. In the end, though, Cassandra had turned out to be closer to correct than anyone had expected, although the transformations she and others had undergone were not in any way part of a plot by the bunny girl. Rather, anyone who'd had sex with her was susceptible, and it seemed that few could resist sampling the woman's curvy, lapine charms, and Maddie seemed pleased to share.

Cassie's long, dog-like tongue dripped saliva onto her breasts, and she slurped it back into her mouth with exasperation. It was one of several physical features that had been dehumanized the night before when she changed, along with her ears and teeth, and the nipples she was still tweaking absent-mindedly. She was a natural redhead, and wondered if that or her ancestry had played any role in the device's selection of her animalistic traits, which she was sure came from an Irish Setter. She ran her fingers through her bush, which was somewhat thicker, larger, and fluffier than before, albeit currently matted with her sweat and lust.

Some of her neighbors made sounds of appreciation at a particularly impressive explosion of color. Cassie was glad that her nudism benefited from a compulsion for people to indulge it, and most kinds of public sex she engaged in, but she felt that she'd lost something when her knowledge of the device had burst the bubble of her ignorance about the oddity of her behavior, and the ways people responded to it. While being naked, especially outside, never ceased to keep her arousal bubbling, she sometimes wished that more people would act shocked or outraged. Her neighbors had smiled and waved and nothing more, which had been a quite common reaction. The typical responses ranged from total indifference to either mild irritation or appreciation. Only a bare handful of people had expressed more than polite interest.

Cassie glanced reflexively at her phone, sitting next to the remote, and still not showing any sign that her frequent attempts to contact Dana or Miguel had been received. Her erstwhile lovers had been two of the few who had been captivated by her nudity, and she'd happily seduced them both, inadvertently converting them to nudists in the process. She'd then exacerbated the matter by unknowingly zapping them with the remote, making Dana contagiously horny and making Miguel grow antlers and a pornographically large penis. That had been the impetus for her mistaken assumptions about Leila, which had finally concluded with deliberately using the device on her girlfriend again, turning her into a weredog and leading to their current estrangement.

Cassie sighed heavily and stared at the moon, one night past full, hanging behind the sparkles of the celebratory explosions. She supposed that Dana, wherever she was hiding, was in the same half-dog state she'd entered the night she was zapped, and therefore unlikely to respond to any messages at least until tomorrow. Whimpering as she remembered the great sex the threesome had enjoyed as a result of that transformation, Cassie's digits drove her to a small but powerful climax. She licked her fingers clean, then contorted herself until her long tongue could lap at her furry folds, swabbing away her juices. The increased flexibility was exciting, but she couldn't quite bend enough to truly go down on herself, so it was frustrating as well. Her own half-dog status had made her more empathetic to Dana's predicament, which she'd initially seen as simply hot. But the revelations Maddie had uncovered about the device gave added urgency to Cassie's desire to make things right with her estranged lovers.

Although the instruction manual to the remote tended to be pretty vague about specifics, owing in part to a rather astonishingly wide array of changes it claimed to be capable of, it included enough details about how traits tended to progress that Cassie was confident she could legitimately make things better for Dana, since intensifying either of her current characteristics would give the anguished girl some amount of control over them. It was more of a hotfix or a patch than a true solution, but she hoped she'd eventually get the chance to offer her former lover whatever aid and comfort she could.

In the more immediate future, however, Cassie was looking forward to developing her own fourth-level attribute. While visiting with Maddie earlier that day, they'd taken the opportunity to get a better handle on what traits everyone had and how long until new ones would become available. She'd been amazed and aroused at just how far her nudity had spread, since Maddie's younger sister Allison had an ability that allowed her to act as a transmitter for most of the traits she absorbed, as the manual described the process of picking up its 'gifts' via sexual contact with others. Cassie had exchanged those characteristics with the youngest Berman girl, who had then converted her family and some other people into nudists in turn.

Cassandra still felt a little queasy when she contemplated all the incestuous sex that had been happening with that family, although she supposed the fact that it was all lesbian incest was at least slightly less troublesome. She admitted to herself that the knowledge she'd fucked two sisters, albeit sequentially rather than concurrently, had been an intense taboo turn-on for her, and that was before they'd all transformed. Maddie had gone from a slender brunette to a lean, auburn-haired vixen, quite literally, as she now sported a fox tail and ears, among other things. Both her sister and her mother, Jenny, had turned partway into cats, which apparently matched their petplay fetishes. Cassie had found it quite hard to resist her attraction to the older woman when she'd met her for the first time, and had blushed when she instinctively sniffed the woman's ass by way of introduction. In her defense, Ms. Berman had responded in kind.

They'd been fortunate enough to witness first-hand what happened when the device bestowed a fourth-level trait, which it had done to Jenny at about half-past nine that morning. From their research, they knew that Ms. Berman had been overdue for it, and the delay was due to the power level of the device, which they now knew required 70% of its charge capacity for such gifts. As soon as it reached the required power level, it activated and intensified her petplay fetish. Her new ability was almost supernatural, and a logical extension of the earlier levels, but undoubtedly more subtle than the transformations Leila's conclusion had prompted.

Jenny's completion of the 'petplay gift' also showed them that the device could apparently not be used on the subjects again for 366 days. The manual provided no explanation for that timeframe, although it did explicitly state that no traits went higher than fourth level, and some had only one or two degrees of intensity. No one was certain what to expect when the cooldown timers expired next year, but they'd guessed that the remote might bestow new characteristics at that point, or perhaps allow continued intensification of any traits that hadn't been maxed out. Maddie had seemed indifferent about the situation, although Cassie had the distinct impression that Allie was as intrigued by the possibilities as she was.

Most importantly, at least at the moment, was that Cassandra had been carefully watching the rate of recharge on the device all day, and knew that it should reach 70% capacity at about a quarter to midnight that night. Her own cooldown after third level nudity was set to expire around ten, so she was eagerly anticipating the maximization of her naked charms. She even thought she had a pretty good idea what it would be, based on what they'd read about themes and what she knew about Jenny's new abilities. Cassie sighed as she checked her phone again, which indicated she had hours still to wait, in addition to a lack of messages.

Distant booming distracted Cassandra as the climax of the fireworks display got underway, with almost continuous popping and crackling. She was suddenly reminded of a dog her family had owned when she was growing up. The poor pup went frantic whenever fireworks were set off, seemingly unsure if she was better served by hiding or trying to fight. Cassie gave quiet thanks that her canine characteristics at least didn't prevent her from enjoying the show. She and the other women had been a little surprised to discover that the dehumanization 'gifts' included both physical and behavioral changes at each level, regardless of which option was selected, and picking one or the other simply meant that the chosen aspect was weighted at a minimum of two-thirds.

Cassie got on her hands and knees and began rubbing her crotch against one of the bars that ringed her balcony, seeking stimulation. The manual had been particularly vague on how many 'non-human characteristics' it bestowed at any given level, and she knew that some of her animalistic behavior was thanks to the petplay fetish she'd absorbed from Allie, who'd picked it up from Jenny. But it seemed obvious that her dog-like physical attributes could be numbered at least five, between the ears, tail, nipples, mouth, and general increase in furriness. She supposed the teeth and tongue might even count separately, and perhaps her bush and other hair were likewise. She guessed that she must have at least three behavioral changes, but figuring out what they were was challenging; or at least, figuring out if they were due to doggishness or to one of her other unrestrained sexual urges was proving to be difficult.

Cassie panted and drooled while she humped her guardrail, and figured that her increasingly notable tendency to do so was one strong contender for a mental change. She whined and licked her nose as she increased the speed of her thrusting. She wasn't sure exactly when the light show would end, but she was hoping to time her orgasm to coincide. She pressed her hips hard against the thin metal rod until it was wedged between her lower lips, made warm and slick by her lust. She began barking as her crescendo approached, more or less in time with the fireworks, and transitioned to howling as she came.

Smoke lingered in the air in much the same way flashes of light remained in Cassie's eyes, or pulses of pleasure lazily made their way through her body. She heard the neighbors wishing her a good night and barked tiredly in response. It took several minutes of heavy breathing before she felt ready to move, and the first thing she did was sniff and lick at the bar she'd stained with her creamy discharge. It was both sexy and disgusting to her, and before she quite realized what she was doing, she'd lifted her leg and squirted a small stream of urine onto one of the support posts. Mortified, she couldn't help sniffing it as well, thinking, "Mine!" She quickly pulled away from her scent marker and gathered up her phone and the remote, retreating back indoors, confident that she'd discovered another canine inclination, and not very happy about it.

"God, I hope I'm house-trained," she muttered as she closed the sliding door.

Late Tuesday Night (July 4)

Cassie sat at her desk, perusing one of her school's online message boards, grunting as she thrust her vibrator in and out of her sex. She was starting to become seriously annoyed by her rampaging libido, and hoped it was merely a byproduct of her fidgety anticipation of her future sexy super power, assuming her guess was accurate. She knew her standards for sexual encounters had been raised recently, but she sincerely hoped that she hadn't reached a point where the frustration from a dry spell of two measly days was enough to require constant masturbation to alleviate.

The message board in question was dedicated to student housing. Amongst the many other revelations from that morning, Maddie had told her roommate that she was going to be living with Leila at her deceased grandfather's house. Perhaps more than any other disclosure, that had been a hard blow for Cassie to deal with. Even aside from the kinky sex they'd enjoyed from the past couple of weeks, she genuinely enjoyed Madelyn's company and was very sorry to learn that she was transitioning to more online coursework for her senior year. Maddie had hinted at a big reveal for her change of plans but refused to spill the beans, "At least not prematurely," as she'd put it. The timing was at least not terrible, as their lease was up at the end of August, so Cassie had about a month to either look for a new roomie or make some other kind of arrangements.

The vibrator suddenly started losing power, which made Cassandra growl angrily. She fumbled around in her desk drawers for a few moments, looking for fresh batteries, then snarled when she remembered she was all out. Resigned to her fate, she simply started fucking herself forcefully with the now-dead dildo, irritably scrolling through the posts of other students looking for housing solutions, not really reading any of them closely. A name caught her eye and made her slow down and back up, unsure of the reason for her feeling of familiarity.

"Tara Quinn? Where do I know that name from?" Cassie wondered out loud, scratching herself behind the ear and inadvertently grinning and letting her tongue loll out. She whined a little in concentration, then abruptly sat up straight and excitedly said, "Oh! I know! She was at softball camp!"

Cassie's tail wagged happily as she recalled the thin, dark-haired young woman from out west, one of the team's top recruits from the incoming freshman class. All of them had been invited to the retreat, and while she and Tara hadn't spent much time together in a one-on-one sense, her memory of the girl painted her as somewhat shy and quiet, although that could easily have just been nerves from being around the college players so shortly after her high school graduation. It hadn't seemed particularly important at the time, but Cassie had gotten the distinct impression that Tara probably played on the girl's team in more ways than one.

Leaving her defunct vibrator forgotten in her folds for the moment, Cassie carefully read Tara's post and wagged her tail harder. Despite having some good scholarships, it appeared that Tara wasn't getting a full ride, and the housing situation she'd planned for in the autumn had fallen through, leaving her late for signing up for dorms. Although she could still get in, she said, her roommate situation would not be up to her, so she was hoping to find someone she could share with off-campus, if possible.

Cassandra quickly typed out a reply and invited Tara to contact her for full details, making sure to mention that she was on the softball team as well. She knew the school frowned a bit on upperclassmen rooming with incoming freshmen, but she didn't think they'd interfere much considering their status as teammates, at least by next spring, and her apartment wasn't owned by the school anyway. She crossed her fingers as she hit send, thinking that Tara might be the best she could hope for in terms of replacing Maddie.

An alarm on Cassie's phone went off, alerting her that her fourth-level endowment should be imminently approaching. She checked the device's power level and saw that it was at 69%, as expected. She sat staring at it with her heart thumping and her tail fairly vibrating. She belatedly realized that the powerless vibe was still lodged inside her, and she had just pulled it free and set it aside when the device lit up. She panted eagerly as it went through its preliminary announcements, then indicated that it was intensifying her nudity fetish, just as predicted. She nervously slurped her tongue back into her suddenly dry mouth as she read the words that scrolled across its small screen.

The target can cause apparently accidental or incidental nudity in others for their own arousal. If left ambient, wardrobe malfunctions and inadvertent flashing will occasionally occur, but concentrating on a subsidiary target will result in a much greater degree of exposure. The target's trait also becomes retroactively hereditary at a level just below the first stage, i.e., it will be present as a natural latent fetish for all offspring.

"Yes!" Cassie howled, throwing her fists into the air in triumph. The trait was more or less what she'd expected, and she was insanely excited to test it out, although she wasn't entirely thrilled to contemplate that any kids she had someday would be inherently inclined toward nudism, which made her enthusiasm dim slightly. "But where can I go at this time of night?" she wondered, suddenly feeling deflated. Now that the holiday was over, most people would probably be getting ready to put their noses back to the grindstone on Wednesday, so she probably couldn't hope to find a crowded club or bar to play in. Or if she did, the chances of the occupants giving her a naughty thrill when they exposed themselves seemed fairly low.

Sighing with frustration, Cassie resigned herself to having to wait at least until the morning to enjoy her new power. She felt cheated, after having been on the edge of her seat all day, only to be thwarted by the sorry reality that everyone she'd like to see naked was likely already in bed. Dejected, she padded to the restroom and took care of her evening rituals in a desultory manner. She sniffed at the fuzz adorning her armpits, wondering if she should bother shaving in the morning or just letting her dog-self be hairy.

Cassandra got into bed a few minutes later, curling up around one of her pillows and feeling very lonely. "At least classes should be extra fun tomorrow," she consoled herself as she drifted off to sleep, with her legs and tail occasionally twitching from her dreams.

Wednesday Morning (July 5)

Cassie decided to take the bus to campus for her morning class, thinking that it would provide her with more and better opportunities to try out her new power. As she walked to the bus stop, she realized that it was the first time she'd really been out in public since her canine transformation. When she'd driven out to Maddie's family home to meet with the other hybrid ladies didn't really count, since they were all in same situation, more or less. It reminded her of the early days of her nudism, when she'd still believed it was her own idea, and somewhat naughty but perfectly allowable, within reason. People who noticed her tail or other dog-like characteristics reacted with blasé indifference for the most part, for which she was thankful. Now that she thought about it from the new angle, she decided she might enjoy her nudism even more than if people were shocked, as it was like getting away with a crime to be exposing herself to everyone. Her tail wagged happily as she waited for the bus to arrive.