Circe’s Harem, Part 8 (Men to Animal-Anthro Girls TFTG)

By FoxFaceStories

An Anonymous Commission

A group of four male friends on a cruise become stranded on Circe’s island of Aeaea. The lonely sorceress has grown tired of turning visitors into animals, however, and decides to transform the four of them into pretty anthro-animal girls instead! Will they resist her call to become her new harem, or will they fall headlong into the pleasures she offers their new bodies?

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Chapter 8: Circe’s Bed

Giana, despite her more aggressive instincts, was still nervous as she was led to Circe’s bed. Her tail wagged submissively, recognising her alpha, and she found herself sniffing at the pleasant incense in the room, as well as . . . other aromas. There was a heat in the air, the smell of sex, and it wafted from Circe. Giana knew in that moment that this was no gift being bestowed; for all of Circe’s grandiose proclamations of godhood - all of them correct - she was still a person, in many ways. A person with needs, desires, wants, and arousals. And she was deeply aroused at the moment, to the point where her graceful movements were more an act to entice Giana. She was willing herself against her own impatience, and Giana knew this merely by the act of smelling her.

“You need this as much as I do,” Giana said, realising it.

Circe turned, surprised on her face. Her features stilled, then became a genuine look of appreciation, with no godly adornment.

“I do, young mortal,” she said. “I truly do. I have wanted each of you since you first turned up on my island, but I needed you changed. The island needed you to change. It is my way. And now my magic and the Fates have made you perfect. I have had to attend to my own needs for far too long. I want another’s touch. Your touch, Giana.”

Giana stepped forwards, ears shifting back almost aggressively. “You want me to take charge, don’t you?”

Circe nodded, almost meekly. “I am your Goddess. Your master. And you are mine. But . . . here, in this place, I want you to take me. To make me yours. Just here. Can you do that?”

Giana’s new pussy moistened at her words. It was a very strange feeling for the former male, but not an unwelcome one. She licker her lips with her elongated tongue, and then dared to press her naked fur against Circe.

“Take off your clothes,” she said, licking the side of the goddess’ neck and eliciting a sigh from her.

Circe exhaled erotically in response to this, and did exactly as Giana asked. She shook herself out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. The wolf woman’s jaw hung open for a moment. Naked, the woman was the very definition of radiance. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned, topped by pink nipples that begged to be licked and sucked, and her hips were womanly and proud. A small patch of pubic hair rest atop her womanhood, which Giana could smell, and was intoxicated by.

“Few have been so blessed to see me like this,” Circe said.

“Then I shall have to worship you passionately,” Giana replied. With that, she gripped Circe by the shoulders and kissed her. Their tongues danced, and the wolf woman’s longer tongue snaked into Circe’s mouth, tasting her divinity. Her furry chest pressed against the goddess’ soft skin, the two making love, caressing one another. Her own tail wagged happily, raised in desire. The two fell back onto the bed. The magic was stirring between them, which caused Giana to give further into her instincts. She playfully nipped at Circe, making the woman giggle in pleasure. Then, eagerly, she tasted her breasts, licking them with her canine tongue and caressing them with her powerful paws. Circe was like putty in her arms, but the woman was also an expert lover, even after centuries of isolation. She was quick to lower her hand down to cup Giana’s womanhood, and soon her fingers were sliding into that moist space, working its sensitive areas with artful precision.

“That f-feels w-wonderful!” Giana howled. “Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t, so long as you take charge.”

Giana recollected herself, and then did exactly that. She played with Circe’s breasts, kissed the woman on the neck and bit at it lightly. Then she threw the woman back and spread her legs forcefully.

“Yes, be my wolf!”

Giana was; she was the wolf. She placed her furry head right between Circe’s legs and began to lap at her womanhood, licking her divine juices and rolling her long tongue along her sensitive clitoris. Circe began to thrash with wild abandon, shaking and moaning and clutching at the bedsheets as if clinging on for dear life. She wailed happily, overcome with pleasure, and Giana knew that her climax was near.

“F-finally! After so many years without another! L-love me, Giana! Love and take me to the s-starts! Take to me to - OHHHHHHHhhhh! AAAHhhhhh!! YES!”

She cried out, lifting her hips slightly, but Giana did not let her get away, she continued to snake her tongue into the goddess’ pussy, bringing her to new heights. The radiance of Circe’s power expanded like a corona, and that pleasure echoed through Giana as well. The wolf woman finally had to pull away and howl, shaking with orgasmic delight herself, literally infused with Circe’s sheer pleasure.

It was the most magnificent sensation she’d ever experienced.

The two collapsed together, fur against soft skin, the canine woman panting, her strong arms around Circe.

“I never want to go back,” she said. 

Circe smiled, clutching the former male’s hand. “And I do not wish to be without my wolf.”

They lay together for some hours, intending to sleep together. In fact, they were asleep when a loud trotting sound announced the entrance of another. Circe woke, her wards activating and warning her, but then she smiled, even as Giana rose next to her.

Brandon, almost entirely a horse girl now, was standing before her with just that wrap around her hips, her petite and beautiful breasts obvious upon her chest, her athletic grace charming to behold.

“Oh, s-sorry. I see that you’re b-busy,” she said, noticing Giana, who was stirring and recognising her friend.

But Circe just held up a hand, and the door to her room closed before Brandon could run away meekly.

“Be bold, young one,” Circe said. “You have the power of a stallion now, and the visage of a beautiful mare.”

“N-not yet,” Brandon said, voice soft and silken, yet hiding a certain steel within it all the same. “I’m not a mare . . . yet.”

Giana said nothing. She got the sense that this was between Circe and Brandon.

“Would you like to be?” Circe asked.

Brandon hesitated, then allowed her more confident instincts to take hold, as Giana had hours before. “I would. God, I would. I’m sick of fighting this when I want it. I want to be healthy and wild and free. And . . .”

“You want me.”

She nodded submissively.

“Then come join my bed.”

“But - but Gavin - I mean Giana! - she’s already-”

“She can go, if you would like. She can also stay. Love on Aeaea is freely given, and part of my worship. It is not a beauty to hide away. Besides, would you not want your friend here for confidence?”

Brandon gulped. She found that she oddly would. “Um, I don’t want to uncover, not until-”

“Shhh,” Circe said, pulling back the bed covers to reveal her perfect, sumptuous form, bare-breasted and all. “Come join me, Brandon. Be my lover. Have you thought of a female name? That will help the last transition.”

“I was thinking, um, Brianne. I know it’s not very Greek, but-”

“It’s perfect,” the goddess whispered, her voice seductive, her lips ready. “Come to me. I’ll take charge on this one.”

Brandon trotted forwards, whinnying with just a little nervousness, but embracing more of that confidence. Giana moved to the side - it was a very large bed, and decided to speak, just once.

“You won’t regret it, buddy. It’s incredible.”

“Th-thanks, Giana. What do we do n-mph!”

Circe took the horse girl’s head and placed her lips upon hers, kissing them passionately. With ‘Brianne’s’ snout, it should have been awkward, but instead she did as she had with Giana, and planted the kisses all along, planting them along her longer head. It was not purely horse-like - still halfway human - and this made Brandon all the more beautiful, as it preserved her dark eyes and let her curly black mane provide the sense of a gorgeous loose afro in a feminine style.

“Show me your grace,” Circe said. “Let it be.”

Brandon took a deep breath, and in this moment of arousal, let himself be Brianne. Let herself be Brianne. She lay on her back so that Circe could mount her like a stallion, and Circe did exactly that, lying on top of Brianne and touching her small breasts, kissing them tenderly and stroking her powerful flanks. With each shiver of sensation, Brianne’s member withdrew. She tensed as Circe pulled away the fabric, only to find that her penis was entirely gone; it shrank back within her, and the sheer orgasmic bliss of transformation followed.

Brianne became bolder. She whinnied with excitement, spreading her legs and gripping Circe’s form with them, refusing to let go. Circe smiled, and so Giana - she could taste the scent in the air of Brianne’s new vagina forming, and it was delicious.

“Brianne, you look hot!” she declared, unable to stop herself

“I f-feel hot!” she whinnied. “I feel - mhmm! Neigh!”

Her equine sounds kept on coming as Circe pleasured her, running her hands through her curly mane and caressing her horse tail. Brianne found the latter especially lovely. She still had her own human-like hands with those hardened tips to her digits, and so she used them to please Circe in turn. She felt her breasts, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples delicately. Circe’s euphoric moans only encouraged her further, and so she lowered a hand down to touch the goddess’s privates, and she in turn did the same for Brianne. The pair tasted one another, felt one another, and soon Brianne was bucking her hips like a true horse in heat. She sucked like a newborn foal at Circe’s breasts, hungry for more, desperate for fulfilment.

“Keep going, my darling!” Circe demanded. “Don’t stop. You are magnificent! You are wild and free! Let us be free together! Show Giana how much you can match her spirit!”

Brianne’s remaining timidity shrank away, replaced by her competitive spirit. She was graceful, but also athletic, and soon their ministrations were full of bucking hips and quickly moving fingers, the pair locked in a kiss when the series of climaxes came. For Brianne it was a revelation: the orgasms came thick and fast, hitting her one after another, leaving her neighing as if a stallion had just shot a load deep inside of her. Better yet, it was the fingers of a goddess, manipulating her new clitoris in such a way that she was almost rendered catatonic by the waves of pleasure. 

“Yessss, my perfect lover,” Circe said, quaking with her own bliss. “I promise you this and more, for the rest of your life!”

“I - ahhhh! Neigh! - I want it! Mhmm! I want it all!”

“Do not be too - ahh - greedy! You must share. But perhaps you shall win my favour in any race. Mhmmm . . .”

Giana couldn’t help herself. As Circe writhed, she joined in on the passion, caressing her lover’s form and feeling her breasts, sharing the goddess between herself and Brianne. The horse girl’s jealousy lasted only moments; she could see how blissful this additional partner made her goddess, and so the pair of them attended to her, keeping her climaxes coming, caressing every part of her.

When it was done, the three of them rested on the massive bed together, naked under the covers. Giana was on one side, her furry form a wonderful pillow for the sleeping Circe. Brandon was on the other, spooning her goddess. Neither animal girl cared that their legs were touching, or their arms, or any part of themselves. They shared in this pleasure together.

And Circe was at the centre of it all.

To Be Concluded . . .