Domesticated Douche (Yoruichi TG)

“You know, you’d be hot if it wasn’t for all the weeb shit.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes, one of those annoying frat guys hounding her for the last hour, trying to get her number despite the rather obvious hostility she was silently throwing his way. But there was only so much she could take before she’d respond.

“Well then why’d you come to Comic-Con if you didn’t want weebs? Are you dumb?”

He gestured towards her with a white claw, smirking as he replied, “For all the hot babes in skimpy outfits. Lot more fatties than I expected here but you’re hot. Looking for an owner to take care of you or something?”

She was in a Blair cosplay from Soul Eater with the full catgirl regalia and didn’t mind the leering too much, but this was crossing a line.

“I’m gonna give you one chance to just get away from me. I paid a couple hundred for a nice weekend off and I’m not gonna let you ruin it.”

He wasn’t taking no for an answer, following her as she tactically moved to a less trafficked area of the convention.

“Trying to go somewhere private? Heh, it’s like you’re leading me on. Playing hard to get?”

“Oh I’m just reconsidering. Clearly you’re serious about this.”

She was fiddling inside her bag, feeling properly separated where she could cast a small barrier that’d make people avoid the corner they were in, nothing fancy. It was their bad luck to have pissed off a witch as she fingered the fetish she was looking for.

“Damn right I am. Knew you were just looking for attention. Trust me I can go as long as you need. I’ll even collar you and treat you like a pet if you want. Ready to be my good pussy?”

“Mmm~, you know that sounds hot… on you.”

She flicked it out, eyes glowing orange as a thin black collar opened and clasped around his neck, the metal square perfectly squeezing his Adam’s Apple.

“What the fuck is this crrrrmgh ooooh…”

Rather than explain, Beatrice simply tugged a leash forming as she ran her hands over his greasy scalp. He was like putty in her hands, his eyes rolling up from contact as his hips jerked, tongue lolling as his jeans darkened with release.

“I warned you but you wouldn’t listen. Such persistence, it’s like you were begging me to do this, giving me those desperate eyes, well it seems like you’re having fun.”

It only took a few tugs on his hair to make the growth start, bunching it over two ends as she pulled, ignoring the pleasured yowling as beyond the quickly growing hair, two flaps of skin were bulging out as if his scalp was unfurling, Beatrice quite enjoying the confused contortions of his face as the collar continued to tighten.

“GrrrraaAAAAOOOOO-”

“Bad girl. No moaning in public.”

He had just cum even harder yet all he could manage was a breathy huff, as if the act of yelling above a whisper had been irrevocably removed. It didn’t matter what he wanted to do, he simply couldn’t, just like it didn’t matter if his hair had been short or his skull normal, Beatrice pulled and it gave, she molded and his flesh reshaped and despite the horror that should have accompanied this, every ‘good girl’ turned his will to jelly. The most he could manage was a discomforted purr as his tongue darted over bloating lips.

“Last thing I want is other wiccans knowing I’ve messed with your essence, thankfully there’s plenty of other girls lustfully swarming the aether here, it’s so easy to channel all of that in and do a near complete replacement. You don’t mind, do you Yoruichi?”

She really tugged, hair erupting into a messy, purple ponytail as his features warped like a mask deforming, his yowls cracking to soft, sultry gasps as there was unbearably tender buzzing rolling up his neck. He couldn’t see it, but he could definitely feel the chocolatey skin running over his melting features, Beatrice switching between the forming cat ears and hair to tug on as his features naturally shaped into that of a goddess. It was something else getting to watch their douchey features shift, eyes widening as he gasped, the lump under the collar flattening as his prominent nose snapped into a delicate curve. He was utterly at her mercy and she had run out of that an hour ago…

“Alright pet, I’m going to let you speak but only in your room voice alright? I know cats in heat get loud but that’s what this housetraining is for.”

“Ahhhhn f-fuuuuuck oooh oooh no no I c-haaan’t cuhhhm ahhhny-”

Beatrice grabbed both his cat ears and pulled, proving him wrong as she fondled the tender growths, his eyes flaring yellow as he fell back into her. It was fun feeling his shoulder blades wrench themselves smaller, desperate pleas and curses mixing together as the darker skin spilled down his trembling arms. When that didn’t work his sultry mewls tried to turn venomous, but sounded more like dirty talk with the moan inflected purr leaving his lips.

“Uhhngh you fuhhhcking bitch I-I’m going to fuck you uhhhp once I- Once-”

“Oh no I’m so scared. Fine I guess I’ll turn you back just tell me your name so I can cast the spell.”

Broad muscles were condensing, refined to pure feminine appeal as she traced her fingers down the softening ridges, a plush. Exterior surrounding a steely interior of compressed strength. She knew he was a moron but that just made it funnier when he gave a smug glare as if she was actually going to let him have his way.

“That’s obvious, I’m Yoruichi!”

A pause, then a shudder and a groan as his wrists spasmed, tendons squeezed by the flow of femininity, palms turning smoother by the twitch.

“No I-I’m Yooooohruichiii mmgh ahhhh~?”

He could tell something wasn’t right, the gears in his head trying to turn and stuttering whenever Beatrice gave them a stroke.

“Oh good Yoru, you had me worried there for a second. Happy you’re starting to feel like yourself.”

“Mrrrgh n-noooo~ ahhh my head you’re mehhssing with my- No I’m naaaht suhhpposed to be some bitch. This isn’t f-haaair please…”

His hands had fully succumbed, fingers flexing as they lengthened, each nail darting long and sharp into inky black cat claws, their eyes darting nervously down.

“Fair? Oh so now you want someone to care about your personal space. And you’re not becoming a bitch, you’re my pet pussy…”

She pulled on the leash, stretching him back, snapping her fingers as his top turned into a black bodysuit, his resistant squirming hastening as the darker skin was nearly at his chest.

“But you’re right, I really should make this fair. You’ll only do what you wanted to do to me.”

“Wait wait no I-”

She let him turn around, his eyes instantly locking onto her breasts, his hands trembling as a bit of drool dotted his lower lip.

“I-I waaanted to- Ohhhh~.”

His new nails were pinched around his nipples, just in time for them to darken and swell, deep, hungry gasps wheezing out as his already rounded frame bulged under his hands.

“Geez, all that desperation and you still can only think with your cock huh?”

He couldn’t help it, Beatrice purposefully bending over, flaunting her rack, his one track mind already obsessed with her tits from earlier as his longer nails tore into his bloated pecs, his cock unloading until it could only shudder and spit out thin, watery droplets. It was so hard to fight the urges, even just basking in her presence enough to turn him on as his brain couldn’t help but feel hard wired to the leash she was gripping, as if being mistress’s pet to be played with was natural. There was this rightness to the submission as he played with himself, knowing he was entertaining her owner, his lips quivering into a smile as he pulled and pleasured his swelling, thickening melons.

It was everything he had wanted mistress to let her do to her, squashing them together, feeling the heft, mistress pulling hard on the leash as Yoruichi arched her back and softly purred. He wanted to yowl and hiss, but mistress didn’t want to make a scene and- No he had to resist these urges. It didn’t matter how good it felt what mattered was how horny she was and how good it felt to feel her funbags rise and tremble and make her body quake with every- Yoruichi grunted, h-his cock so drained already, his hips shaking as he couldn’t p-possibly release any more-

“NYAAAA~!”

“Good girl.”

He needed to scream but all he could do was purr or mewl, everything obeying her, nothing of is former self able to even lift a pinky against her will as his fantasies continued to play out, hands done with his own tits, now imagining all the positions he’d have stretched her in and grabbed on once he got her into his-

SNAP SPLSSH POP

Before he knew it he was wringing himself dry, cumming away his bulky midsection as the black latex hugging his tits melted down, running over his squeezing arms, forming arm length gloves as every position he imagined, his body was forced to mirroring. He writhed on the ground, mewling as mistress watched him contort, the smug look on her face affirming she was a good girl as Beatrice flaunted more of her figure to her collapsed pet. She knew the pervert couldn’t resist, try as he might, not that the deliriously grinning cat’boy’ seemed to be trying. At least for all that bit talk he did seem to know his way around a female body as he stretched and arched, hands molding and spreading the darker skin wherever they touched as soon he was spanking his own ass fatter, grunting as the still fluid lates dribbled down his thighs.

“There, see? You were a naughty kitty weren’t you?”

Yoruichi was mrowling in agreement, eyes following mistress’s ass as he smacked his own till the flesh rippled with each orgasmic spike. So little left of who he had been, even the idea of being male fading as all that mattered was the pleasure and the feeling of rightness as she knew mistress only liked having a submissive happy pussy to pleasure and serve her and make her feel good and then she’d be stroked all over and mistress would scratch her chin and pull on her long, furry-

 “Nyaaa nyaaa aaaahhh…”

There was a wet crunch as her hips widened, Yoruichi in a heat filled daze, higher than a warehouse of catnip as a lump suddenly thrust out, the start of a cat tail encouraged by her own hands as they squeezed around the lump, rubbing and pulling on it as her cock gave a sudden spasm. She truly couldn’t cum even a single drop, her masculinity on empty yet that wasn’t an option, her entire groin seizing up as she felt confused by its presence. It was like a second tail with none of the flexibility, just a singular concentrated source of pleasure that seemed to fruitlessly twitch as the painfully tender contortions and endless stiffening sent the tip of it peeling back.

“Nyaaaaaaas~!”

With nothing to pull out besides air, an empty gap was forming, that hollowness making the spasms drag in her struggling masculinity, her brain busting alongside her ballsack as a tidal wave of feminine pleasure filled her aching hollow. It was her first taste of penetration, memories sparking, thoughts of mistress urging her on as she pulled on her tail, thrust into the sinking ballsack, her gloved hands plunging until the whole thing tore open. Beatrice just enjoyed the sight as her nearly finished pet put on one hell of an erotic display, her curves nearly finished, eyes gleaming with an all encompassing desire for her owner.

As far as Beatrice could tell, he was fully subsumed, a convention full of horny otaku giving plenty of material to drown his old self in. Or perhaps he just had no stamina. Either way her pet was there mentally, but she still needed some help to be complete and since ‘he’ wasn’t much of a he anymore, she was more than happy to finish her pet’s training. It started with some belly rubs, Yoruichi purring as her bodysuit peeled away, Beatrice making sure her internals were forming properly as stickier, clear fluids pulsed from below her cock, the whole shaft slowly unfurling like a flower in bloom.

“Good Girl.”

She gave her pet’s calves a rub, black leggings forming into stirrups over Yoruichi’s feet as her legs turned curvy, barely restrained yowls of bliss following. Her form was buckling under even the slightest poke, the last of her formerly pale skin swallowed by the creamy chocolate color, ankles pulled tight and slender as her feet arched and slimmed, the poise of a cat gained not that she had much chance to show it off as she pawed at the air as her cock continued to plunge inside with every touch. Beatrice still had plenty of cons to go to so she wasn’t going to waste any more time, rubbing her pet’s ears, stroking her tail, feeling all over as her pent up kitty quietly came her brains out, or maybe it was in, a gleam of intelligence building with every inch swallowed, her pet’s tail eventually plunging into her half inverted cock as she took care of her mistress’s will without even needing the order. A very good girl indeed.

“Ohhhh~ god yes… Mmmgh mmm~ ahhh…”

The new catgirl’s host brain was getting the same buff her entire body had, a sexy exterior harboring a much denser, better body than before, the dull, empty buffoon easily overwritten by her confidence and centuries of experience, all of it crammed in to the point it was a bit disorienting. But the smaller details paled to the bliss it was being her girlfriend’s… cosplay partner? Yoru shook her head again, clearly in some kind of horny haze, groaning as her half naked form was quickly clad in one of Yoruichi’s less revealing fits, her cat tail and ears trembling as she gave a contented purr, finally able to speak as she licked away some of the spare fluids from her earlier fun.

“What’re we doing back here ‘Blair’, I thought you wanted to visit all the booths?”

“I just got sidetracked uh… lost one of my fake ears but I found it. Also why aren’t you doing the neko voice? It was cute.”

“Well nyooow if that’s what myaaaster wants evenya if it’s nyaaaht how the character spyeaks.”

Beatrice sighed, making sure every last trace of the spell was erased.

“Fine smartass let’s get going. We’re behind because of that- Er let’s just get going.”

It was hard not to be distracted by one of her early anime waifus literally in the flesh and clearly still horny with the constant teasing and lascivious looks. Suddenly the trip she had been planning for months and making a strict itinerary wasn’t half so enthralling. At this rate the highlight of the con wasn’t going to be the con itself but the second they got back to her place…