SUGGESTION: Masturbatory Mia / Tearmoon Toys (Inanimate TF, Tearmoon Empire)

A high-pitched voice rang through the corridors of the palace. 

“Aaaaanne? Aaaaanne?” Mia hurried through the halls, skirts hefted to avoid tripping over them, her gaze snapping left and right, into one room after another. “Aaaanne?” Just where had that maid gotten too? 

After several minutes of searching, she reached the only room in the building she’d yet to look into. Coming to a stop, Mia placed a hand on the large, oaken door. If Anne wasn’t in here, then she didn’t know where she’d look for her. 

She pushed. The door swung open, hinges squeaking. 

The first thing Mia noticed was the sound: a loud, insistent smacking sound, as if one of the chefs had taken a chair leg and started beating their prime steaks with it. The second thing she noticed was the smell: a heady, cloying scent that made her wrinkle her nostrils and pinch her nose in disgust. It was so salty–it reminded her of the seashore. 

The third thing Mia noticed, once the door had completed its graceful arc to the wall, which it struck with a thud, was the penis. The giant, throbbing, veined-riddled penis, and the young, cat-eared woman whose groin it protruded from. 

“Nn~! Nn~! Oh nyeah, oh nyeah, that feels good, nya.” Pulling back, the cat woman thrust her hips forward, slamming her awful member into… Mia didn’t know how to describe it. It looked a little like the false-mares the stableboys used to collect the seed of the most virile stallions during breeding season, but somehow anthropomorphized: it had a head and a face, and eyes, and perhaps more notably: two enormous pairs of jiggly fat (or the imitation thereof), one of which Mia took to be a facsimile of breasts, and one of which she took to be the facsimile of buttocks. They were so ridiculously exaggerated, she might have laughed, if she didn’t want to throw up in disgust. 

She must have gasped, because the cat-eared woman pulled her shaft out of the human-mount’s mouth (was that fat ring of flesh really intended to be a mouth?), and turned to her. “Ooo,” she said, stroking her penis as it oozed thick globs of seed all over the bedroom floor. “It looks like nyour mistress has come to join us, nya?” 

That word. ‘Mistress’. It struck Mia’s mind with the potential of an arrow, shattering her thoughts like glass. She saw the resemblance now, saw the entire thing unveiled: the red head, the freckles, the remnants of the uniforms…

“Like her?” said the cat woman, thrusting her member back into Anne’s poor, bloated mouth. “Nyou wanna be one too, nya? I can make nyou one too, if nyou like.” She pulled back her hips and thrust with another meaty smack. Her balls swung. Anne squeaked–her eyes showed no sign of sentience, but the impression of suffering was impossible to deny. 

Mia stumbled backward, a scream already rising in her throat. She turned and made a run for the doorway, but she managed to get all of two steps before a balm of soothing pink light wrapped around her and froze her mid-stride, unable even to finish the step she’d started. Rising into the air, she floated backward into the room, turning as she traveled, still she came to a stop facing the werecat again. They had a thin pink wand, slim and undetailed in their hand, like a conductor’s, and light extruded from its tip, sinuous and thin. 

For several seconds, the catgirl kept her wand raised, her free hand tight on Anne’s handle as she pulled back and thrust again and again and again, each time more emphatic than the last. Finally, a shudder passed through her form. She grunted, and more of her awful seed spurted out of Anne’s bloated mouth.

Mia watched in disgust, wanting to whimper. 

Pulling her shaft out of Anne’s mouth, the catgirl shook it off, spraying drops of semen all over the carpet. “Okay, that was fun, nya. Nyow, what should I do with nyou?~” Smirking, she approached, the musk of her monstrous penis overwhelming. As the catgirl leaned in, Mia could feel the awful thing against her, prodding her stomach, its disgusting fluid seeping through her dress. She wanted to scream. 

The catgirl pulled back and tapped her cheek with a frown. “Hmm… Another relief station…? Nyo, it’s kinda boring to do the same thing twice in a row, nya. Hmm, what else could be fun…? Oooh! I know! It’s been a long time since I’ve done an onahole…!” 

In her prison of light, Mia squirmed in confusion. A-an onahole…? What is…? 

“Don’t worry, nyou’re gonna find out soon enough, nya.” With a grim chuckle, the catgirl gave her wand a twist. 

With a jagged roar, the luminous fluid coating Mia’s body went from a shallow pond to a frothing, raging ocean, and she screamed as her nerves coursed with sensation, making her body tingle all over, as if pricked with a thousand, thousand needles. 

With a whoosh and a flash, a little flame flowered at the hem of her skirt. Blossoming with speed, the fire spread across her dress like burning weeds, rapidly consuming the elegant blue fabric. It wasted no time devouring her underwear too, though it didn’t touch her flesh at all. She didn’t even feel the heat. 

In seconds, the fire finished consuming her clothes and vanished, flickering out without fanfare and leaving her body standing exposed and slick, drenched with the sweat the heat in her loins had produced. “St-stop,” she managed, her teeth chattering. “P-please…” 

The catgirl simply smirked and gave her wand another twist. 

With a jolt of pleasure so intense Mia couldn’t help but screw up her eyes and screamed, her hands and her feet crumpled like emptied garments and collapsed, sucked into themselves, devoured by her limbs. As she stared in horror, the compaction spread: her upper arms and legs sucked up the lower, and her shoulders and hips consumed them in turn. Here, mercifully, the process came to an abrupt end, though it left her floating in the air, her eyes wide in terror. “W-what are you…?!” 

Another smirk, another twist of the wrist, another lancing bolt of pleasure. Mia screamed, unable to bear it.

Her skin shimmered, like glass under morning sunlight. And as she watched, her heart pounding with fear, she lost her color and her texture both, her skin turning smooth to the touch and blue as her lost dress. The process started with the stubs of her missing legs and rolled rapidly upward, leaving her squealing and writhing in horror as it transmuted her exposed sex, striking her poor, delicate vagina with a vast rod of sensation in the process. Her screams must have been heard on the other side of the palace. 

Soon, the wave reached her breasts and painted them in its color as well. Finally, it spread over her face, coating her in a layer of sky blue lacquer that froze her in her mask of enraptured lust, unable even to assume a less-embarrassing expression: her eyes boggled, her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She looked like a two-penny whore faking her orgasm for some fat sow of a merchant, and she hated it. 

Just as she thought the whole awful procedure must be over, that the catgirl at least couldn’t torture her anymore, she felt a fresh tingling in her breasts and her buttocks and her sex. One which rapidly became utterly overwhelming. Nnn~! Nnnn~! Ah! M-make it stop! Make it stop! 

Bowoing! Just like that, her assets exploded, pumped to ridiculous abundance. Her breasts became a pair of sacks, thick and round and exquisitely perky, with a fat, protruding nipples. Her buttocks became two globes of flesh (or not-flesh), as thick and smackable as any she’d ever seen. And her labia plumped to absurd fullness as well, her clitoris ballooning till it was larger than her thumb. And the sensitivity of it–Nnn~! Even the simple breeze blowing through the bedroom window was enough to bring her to the very edges of ecstasy. She wanted to scream, but no longer in fear.

Finally, a pressure struck her from all sides, and with one last great silent moan, she collapsed in size, crushed to less than a tenth of her former size.

The catgirl lowered her wand. The magic broke. Mia dropped, still screaming, from the air. 

Her torturer grabbed her before she could strike the floor. Holding her up, she gave her an intensely menacing smile, all razor fangs and violence. “Purrfect, nya. Nyou’re just as amazing as I imagined.” 

Giggling, she wrapped one hand around Mia and squeezed, hard, making her wish she could wail in ecstasy. 

The other hand she wrapped around her penis. Raising it like the battering ram, she brought its tip to Mia’s gate, drew back, and–

Inside, Mia writhed in a delirious mix of emotions. Pleasure and panic warred in her brain, and she could no longer decide what was she more afraid of: becoming this monster’s toy, or starting to enjoy it. 

With a squeak, the catgirl’s fat phallus entered her. And in an instant, pleasure won. 

Nnnnn~! Ahh! Ahh! Ah! Oh God, oh God! Nnnn~! Harder! Harder! More! More! As the catgirl pulled back and thrust, ecstasy lanced Mia’s brain like a spear, overwhelming. It coursed through her, intense as a lightning bolt, exciting every cell of her sensitive new body, grabbing every string of a nerve and tugging on it to make her lesson. And she listened. She couldn’t think of anything but its message. Ecstasy seared her, burned her, threatened to melt her–

And then the catgirl pulled her cock back and thrust again, and Mia’s mind exploded, enraptured. She couldn’t think a single word. All she could do was sit there, spread over the catgirl’s cock like the rubber sheath she’d become and savor it, savor everything. She’d never felt such exquisite pleasure, not in this or any other timeline. 

“Oh nyeah,” said the catgirl, pumping her even harder. “Nyou’re even better than nyour maid, nya~.”