Circe’s Harem, Part 1 (Men to Animal-Anthro Girls TFTG)

Enjoy the first part of this new ongoing TF story!

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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Circe’s Harem

Prologue: The Lonely Goddess

Circe sighed as she gazed upon the oceanic horizon from her island of Aeaea. She had been here for untold millenia, trapped by the Gods for the threat she presented, yet given such splendour upon her island home as to sate her appetites and prevent any attempt of escape. She had long learned her lesson from the Olympian pantheon: to traverse beyond the sea would arouse Neptune’s wrath, and to glide upon the winds like a bird in search of freedom would invoke Zeus’ thunderbolts. Hades would not take her, and even Artemis offered no shelter, only sympathy.

And so, she remained there, staring out from the cliff face of her island, standing upon its precipice. Her red hair tumbled in the wind, and her green dress fluttered with it, making her appear as if she were a living painting of beauty and tragic grace. A portrait of solitude rendered in vibrant watercolour. She had everything except true company, and over her proud centuries of existence that loneliness had begun to eat at her.

It was her own fault, of course. The Greek sorceress knew it well. In her younger days she had been a trickster, relishing in the foolishness of male sailors who washed up on her shores, giving them large feasts only to turn them to animals. Her perfumes and ointments, her vials and seasonings, all had the power to transform, and paired with her grand incantations, the minor goddess could make a wolf of a man, or a pig, or a cow, or anything she desired. 

The results could be seen all around the island of Aeaea, especially from her cliff perch high up on the island. Great flocks of birds and geese soared through the air, and beautiful eagles even higher up, looking down on the ducks paddling in their calm ponds. Koi fish from the far east swam also there, and frogs of vibrant colours sat upon the lily pads. Fields of sheep, goats, and cows provided all that she needed for clothing and sustenance, paired with her vibrant vegetable and fruit gardens that her monkeys helped her to maintain. She was a vegetarian, after all; she may have once turned innocent men to creatures, but it simply wouldn’t do to eat them. In fact, so many of them were gifted with immortality, namely-

A gentle butt of a head against her hip elicited a smile from her. A female goat with a beautiful white coat dappled with splotches of light brown made it known that it wanted pats, and that it wanted to alleviate her sadness.

“Hello, my Odyssea,” she murmured, rubbing the nanny’s ears. “You always know when I am in one of my black moods.”

The goat made a bleating sound, and she interpreted it wisely to mean both a comfort to Circe’s sadness and a desire for more pats. She hadn’t originally been called Odyssea, of course. Once, she had been a pirate named Medeas. He had been a rampager, and had burned ships and sold slaves from Athens to Sparta and beyond. Being turned into a productive nanny goat for eternity seemed an appropriate punishment for such a cruel man, and indeed, he had hated his fate for decades upon decades, especially after birthing so many kids and needing his swollen udder to be milked. It didn’t help that the male goat that often bred him was one of his former crewmen.

Well, things had changed in the long years since. Now, Odyssea was Circe’s favourite companion, and had come to enjoy her simple life of grazing, fucking, breeding, and viewing the beauty of the large island. 

“I really shouldn’t have named you after Odysseus,” she said. “That was far too cruel. It was a moment of nostalgia, for the one that got away from me. Are you sure you don’t want to go by Medea, at least?”

But the goat just shook its head, wanting more pats. The message was clear: I am what I am, now. Why go back?

“Exactly right,” she said wanly. “Why go back at all? It’s not like I can change you, once the transformation is made permanent. Even a goddess has her limits. Still . . . one might wish for more change, Odyssea. I feel like I wasted my younger years on mischief and vengeance and trying to fill this island with animal life. And though it is beautiful - flamingos and elephants and lions and wolves and all manner of exotic creatures - I should have been thinking of companionship instead. Someone, or several someones, who can worship me and keep me sane, and even love me. I would have to change them, of course. It is my domain, after all, but . . . there have been no new landings for so many years. I fear I’ve lost my chance. Perhaps I deserve so . . .”

Odyssea comforted her as she knelt down a little, rubbing up against her. But then, suddenly, he bleated. Then louder. Then very loud. The goddess opened her eyes: something was happening, and she could feel the magical waters of her island stirring with the promise of change.

“What is it, Odyssea? Tell me, birds on the wind! My creatures, range far, and find out what comes to Aeaea!”

Eagles and geese and hawks and birds of all kinds took to the air, moving as one to the goddess’ command ranging out from the grand green island. Even the birds in her private mansions flocked forth, taking to the sky. Once, she’d had followers to maintain her great halls, but they were long gone now. And so the cages were flung open.

She waited with baited breath upon the shore, her own magical instincts reaching out to direct her charges. Then, suddenly, there was a flit of wings upon the horizon. Elektra, her fastest hawk, was speeding back towards her, its brown-red feathers streamlined as it raced. She held up an arm and it latched to her, its talons unable to damage her perfect, divine skin.

“Tell me, Elektra. Who is it? Who comes to my waters?”

The answer shocked her. Neptune’s powers must have faded recently, or perhaps he had become less curmudgeonly across the lonely ages. 

A ship, the hawk had communicated to her. The largest ship I have ever seen, brimming with people.

Circe smiled, her heart beating with hope and joy.

“Finally,” she said. “A chance.”

She called upon some of her greatest creations, and they swam through the waters around Aeaea towards the ship. She needed to keep an eye on things, just in case the ship managed to turn away. But if they were seeking shelter, or if there were any overboard, then she couldn’t miss this opportunity. She could save them . . .

“And they would owe me,” she said.

Chapter 1: Stranded

The ship rocked, and Brandon’s stomach lurched . . . again. He leaned over in his cabin, struggling to keep the contents of belly inside it instead of outside of it. He’d had a small breakfast, but it felt like a lot was threatening to come back up. The young African-American man normally had quite dark skin, but it was looking a lot paler than usual right now.

“Ughhh,” he groaned. “Why did I ever agree to go on a damn cruise!?”

“Because you were down for it!” Derek said, slapping him on the back. “Besides, it’s just a few waves, dude! Nothing a tough guy like you can’t handle!”

‘Tough’ wasn’t exactly the best way to describe Brandon. He was often sickly, introverted, and all-around timid. His friend Derek, on the other hand, was a world-class jock who played in just about every sport imaginable. He had a quarterback’s figure, with wide shoulders, mountainous biceps, and a square jaw that made his handsome face very popular with the ladies; or the ‘hot chicks,’ as he often put it.

“I d-don’t feel too good cramped in this cabin, that’s all,” Brandon replied.

Derek sighed and ran a hand through his perfect blonde hair. He looked like he’d rather be suntanning on the deck, or in the pool getting close to some sexy, large-breasted women, but he was nothing if not loyal to his friends, and so he was here with Brandon.

“Chin up, man,” he said. “We just need to get you some fresh air.”

“In this weather?”

“It’s just a few rolls. We’ll wait for Tom and Gavin to return, and-”

The door to their shared cabin space opened, and there was Tom and Gavin, the former stepping through ahead of the latter, confident and wearing expensive looking relaxation wear.

“How’s Brandon doing?” Tom asked, his sunglasses still over his eyes despite being indoors.

Brandon focused on breathing, and Derek shook his head as he patted his friend’s shoulder.

“Damn, really? What a shame. We were going to head up and flash some cash at the casino.”

Gavin frowned. “I keep telling you, the statistical probability of success at any casino makes the entire endeavour-”

“Yeah, yeah, nerd stuff, got it.”

Gavin frowned further. He was the classical nerd, with bright orange hair with a bit too much frizz in it, thick glasses, and braces on his teeth that were taking far too long to correct. With his short stature and scrawny frame, he’d been bullied more than a few times in the past, and while he considered Tom and Derek his friends, he was very aware that they had only become so after Tom had hired him to do his maths homework back in high school, and he still continued to pay him for such academic favours.

This was because Tom was wealthy, and one could tell it just by looking. He had perfect skin and carefully arranged black hair that fell nearly to his eyes, lending him a dark and mysterious look. His olive skin and thicker lips gave him a Mediterranean aspect; apparently his family had gotten rich from a Greek shipping business back in the day, though they’d diversified since. He always wore expensive clothing, moved and spoke with the kind of confidence that came only with the foolish, or the very rich, or, perhaps, both.

The pair had just been finishing up their breakfast, while Derek took Brandon back to their wonderfully luxurious cabin. That was another thing they had to thank Tom for, though it was getting a little to his head.

“Jesus, he is green in the gills,” Tom said. “Though, he’s always sick anyway. Is this another regular sickness or a new thing, Brandon?”

The dark-skinned man groaned. “N-new thing. Seasick. Definitely seasick.”
“God man, it’s been ten days! We’re coasting in the Mediterranean! It’s not the worst - whoa!”

The ship rocked, and they could hear some people in the hall outside trying to steady themselves and gasping as things rolled about. Outside their window, Gavin could see the swells that were pushing against the ship. They were impressively large, and it was very clear that even a large cruise liner was getting battered by them. The strangest thing, though; the day was otherwise quite clear.

“This is anomalous,” Gavin said. “We must be on some new route. Perhaps some underwater event.”

“The captain did say they were avoiding a storm,” Derek said. “Perhaps this is the aftereffect of it.”

“Still, it doesn’t make sense to me. Perfect weather and yet waves powerful enough to rock a cruise liner? It’s a defiance of the laws of physics.”

Tom was checking something on his phone, and his eyes went wide. “Screw the laws of physics! There’s a party on the top deck!”

“Wha-?” Brandon said, sucking in his ill gut. “That’s crazy, man. Who would do such a thing?”

“A heap of my connections I made over the last few days. They’ve bribed the ship staff, and I threw in as well. Who wouldn’t want to rock the top deck during swells like this? Not only is it fucking badass, but can you imagine the jiggle physics on the girls?”

Derek blinked. Even more than Tom, he was a ladies man, the kind of guy who always went home from the club with a new girl on his arm. He could picture in his mind’s eye the kind of bikini’d girl he’d have fun with, watching her tits bob as the ship pivoted.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Let’s go.”

“Uh, I’m still sick.”

“I’ll help you up, buddy. Fresh air and a look at the horizon will be better for you anyway. Or do you want to stay here, where none of the hot chicks are?”

“Well . . . I guess that would be better. But I’m heading down if there’s trouble.”

Gavin hesitated. “I don’t know if this is a good idea, guys.”

Tom and Derek both sighed.

“I mean it! We should wait for permission.”

“I paid for permission,” Tom said, a smirk on his features. “I know you aren’t too hot with the ladies, Gavin, but we can play wingman for you. Don’t be a chicken.”

Gavin fumed inwardly. Tom always seemed to push him around like this, and it didn’t help that Derek had taken his side: big, muscled Derek who was everything Gavin wished he could be.

“Fine,” he said. “But if this ends in disaster, it’s your fault.”

Tom chuckled, then adjusted his glasses. “Sure it will be. Now come on, let’s lose you your virginity. It’s gonna be a great day, lads!”

***

Tom coughed up sand and salt water, gasping for air. He could barely remember what had happened . . . a freak wave? Had he been drinking? Ughh . . . he’d definitely been drinking. Shots . . . he’d bought them for the boys, he loved having them owe him like that. And Derek had dared them all to go stand by the railing, and had practically shoved Gavin up there. Brandon needed to puke over the edge, right? Yes, that was it. He joined them up there, and then the boat had tilted, and they’d screamed and fallen, and in the chaos no one had seen them, or . . . 

Or they hadn’t been able to rescue them.

He pulled himself up, blinking through the salt in his eyes. For a panicked moment, he thought he was alone, but then there were other gasps and groans around him. There was Brandon, coughing and coughing and coughing like his lungs were about to come up. And Derek, lying on his back further up the shore, eyes looking up at the great blue beyond, clearly having used his strength to get away from the flow of the tide entirely. But where was Gavin? Shit, where was Gavin?

The answer came fairly quickly. Gavin awoke in the water. Like Tom, his memory was stirring, reminding him of the disaster that had been only hours before. He’d seen the girls fawn around Derek, been reminded of how Tom’s money curried more favours than his own intelligence, and even seen some girls chatting to Brandon, even if just because they were sorry for him. And there he was, using big words and not knowing how to use small ones, and making himself an idiot for being so smart.

So he’d drunk. Drunk for confidence, drunk for the hell of it, and soon drunk because he was too drunk to know otherwise. So when Derek had dared him to ‘be a man’ and come to the edge of the railing . . . he’d cheered them all on. God, he’d screamed as he fell, and he’d drowned.

“I drowned?” he murmured. “But then how am I . . ?”

It was then that he realised what he was clinging to. It was . . . a whale. Holy God, he was on top of a goddamn whale!? It moved through the water with him on top of it, keeping to the surface, and he was so surprised by this that he didn’t realise until too late that it was tipping him over the side.

“AAGHH!” he screamed, getting the attention of the others. 

But he didn’t start to drown again. A dolphin caught his arm in its mouth, and several others buoyed him up. They pulled him along, taking him closer to the beach, and then he was deposited on a giant turtle shell, and only then was he brought right up onto the beach before the turtle swam away.

The other three looked at him with amazement.

“How come you got a turtle and I just got a giant freaky crab?” Brandon asked, before coughing again.

“Wait, you got a crab? What the fuck? I just woke up here.”

“You were taken by dolphins,” Derek said. “They got me too, but I’m pretty sure there was a giant flat-shaped fish or something as well.”

Gavin could barely form words. “I don’t understand. That’s impossible. I mean, dolphins sometimes save people, but that level of coordination, that’s just not possible!”

“Tell that to the goddamn tortoise,” Derek replied.

“Okay, everyone, calm down!” Tom yelled. He got up, spitting up more salt water and checking himself over. He had some bruises from landing in the water, but was otherwise uninjured as far as he could tell. “Is there a possibility we’re on drugs right now?”

“Definitely not,” Brandon said. “I don’t do that stuff. You know I’m t-too scared. I barely drank anything. I just went to the railing so I could hurl. Oh God, are we stranded? Are we gonna die? This is a deserted island, right!? F-fuck, we’re never gonna be found here!”

Tom groaned. “Calm down. My family is worth millions. There’ll be a chopper in the air within, like, ten minutes.”

Derek stood and looked along the beach, then up at the landscape that rose up behind the treeline.

“Looks pretty nice, actually.”

“DESERTED NICE!” Brandon cried. “I feel sick.”

“You always feel sick. Half the reason we agreed to take this cruise together was to give you a new atmosphere.”

“Well, I miss the old one, man!” he said. The young man wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. He was so sick of feeling weak and sick and scared, but this situation wasn’t helping things.

“Guys!” Gavin said, pointing up. “I think there’s a homestead up there. Or a building or something. I don’t think this place is deserted.”

Each of them were silent for a moment as that information sunk in. Indeed, there appeared to be white stone columns and a rich Greek decor further upon on the island. Derek scanned the sea but could see nothing, and Brandon simply wanted to find a place to rest and recuperate; he was always sickly, but he wasn’t sure how much his body could take. Derek took one look at him and sighed.

“I’ll help carry you if you fall, buddy,” he said. “But we need to be getting up there. I don’t see a cruise ship in sight, and my phone is long gone.”

“Mine too,” Tom said. “Fuck, it was an expensive phone too. I’ll have to buy two of them next time, just in case.”
Gavin rolled his eyes privately. “Well, it looks like a long trek. We’ll be lucky to be there by evening.”

Derek slapped him forcefully on the shoulder. “No hurt in starting now, then!”

He and Tom began marching up, and Brandon followed, though he was already starting to stray even by the time they found a rather beautifully laid stone path leading up the hillside. Gavin, however, continued to look back at the sea. As the rest of them, even Brandon a bit timidly, joked about being rescued by sea creatures, the ginger-haired nerd couldn’t help but feel a chill.

None of this was natural. Not those waves, not those sea creatures, and definitely not this island. As a geography geek, he was almost certain that it didn’t exist at all.

*** 

It was a tiring trip, and Brandon had to sheepishly ask Derek to lift him for a section of it, which the jock did easily. He looked like Adonis himself, golden-haired and carrying his friend upon his back with ease. Tom led the way, assuming natural leadership, but Gavin continued to gaze at their surroundings. The animals here were an impossible mix: deer, Australian possums, an orangutan, a toucan! And they all seemed to watch the boys, calling out to one another regardless of their species. It was slightly chilling. Very, in fact.

But each of them were looking forward to putting those concerns to rest, at least for a time, as they reached the white house on the island. Only, it would be incredibly wrong to call it a ‘house.’ This place was a veritable manor. An estate. No, even that did not suit the immensity of it; it was a palace, one in the Ancient Greek style, with great marble colonnades and impressive statues of beautiful women and depictions of Ancient Greek myth in carvings and what Gavin identified as an immense tympana above its huge doorway, one that depicted a goddess in a very threadbare dress, a veritable crowd of animals all around her, and the gods above hurling down punishment upon her. It all reminded him of something, but he couldn’t think what.

“Holy fuck,” Derek said. “This place is huge.”

Brandon coughed. “I hope it’s warm.”

“It better be, for the price they clearly paid for it,” Tom mused. “These people are probably richer than my folks, and that’s saying something. Goddamn, I should get me one of these places.”

He gestured to their surroundings, which overlooked the sea and resided by lovely lakes, forests, and impressive meadows and fields. Animals were everywhere, and there was something tropical and paradise-like about the island, as if it were frozen in time. There were no other major buildings that they had seen: just this one, along with smaller complexes attached it or nearby it. It was no town.

“We should be careful,” Gavin said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“M-me too,” Brandon said. “But I really need a warm fire. I’m sorry Gav, but I’m f-freezing here.”

“It’s really warm, though.”

“Exactly! The sea’s getting to me.”

Derek made the decision for the group, though it irritated Tom, who preferred to take the lead. He knocked on the door using the heavy brass knocker. To his shock, fires lit up on the torches by the wall, and water poured from the mouth of nearby sculptures, revealing them to be fountains.

“That’s . . . cool,” he said.

The door opened, seemingly on its own. They were given a long view down a vast entrance hall, the walls covered in marvellous fresco paintings in an Ancient style, once more depicting Greek myth such as Arachne’s weaving, Tantalus and the fruit, and the ever-famous Medousa. Great lights hung from the ceiling, lighting up the interior space, and the floor mosaics were intricately crafted, laid in such a way to show bountiful greenery, as if one was stepping over the most immaculately prepared floral arrangements ever made.

But despite all this sweeping grandeur, the attention of the four twenty-year-old young men was almost singularly placed upon the woman waiting at the end of the hall. Even eighty feet distant, her radiance and command were obvious, her beauty clear. She was a gorgeous woman with long dark red hair that fell in ringlets over her shoulders, both front and back. Her face was slightly tan, with an aquiline nose and emerald eyes, and soft lips that looked perfect for kissing, as if made for it, in fact. Her body was no less impressive: she wore a green dress from another, ancient age: a chiton that had been tailored to dip low at her impressive cleavage, its side cut out to reveal her skin, and with slits in the legs so that even her thigh was visible as she posed with one leg slightly out.

“So,” the woman said, her voice echoing down the halls with ease, “after so very, very, very long, new sailors come to my shores. I have waited for this day. Please, come in. You must be famished, and in need of restoration, food, and rest. Come, and I will take care of you. Welcome to my island of Aeaea. Welcome to the House of Circe.”

To Be Continued . . .