Commission: Stop, Rewind, Regrow - Preview 6

Why yes, previews 3 and 5 were skipped. I'm glad you noticed! Like most of them they were characterization stuff, wanting to make sure I was getting the client's character correct to the degree I did in "A Night Out", before I did these Patreon previews. This one's a steamy one though, and since you've had nothing for a while while I work on this one I figure something steamy was due.

The story is nearly complete, just one or two major scenes left and it'll get its Patreon exclusive phase. So look forward to it likely in the next few days.

"Things were getting dire. The Madam paced her back room collection, the cream sitting on the shelf, waiting to be collected up, and her composure frazzled as her mind raced through every possibility she'd tried. She had to be doing something wrong, something in her body language that was tipping her victim off.
She’d gone back to tainting Lessien’s tea, and deliberately avoided drinking her own, only for the doctor to swap them before trying. She made an attempt at spiking both teas, returning to the chicken game, and that outcome just resulted in the conversation lasting too long; Lessien just touched the side of her cup and said it had gotten too cold to want to drink. Then, in her attempts to throw every combination at the wall, for some stupid reason Matty had decided to put the cream in neither tea; not even realizing it wouldn’t accomplish her goals until she's finished pouring everything and the conversations were underway.
With a tired groan the disguised vulpine rested against her shelf, taking a nice calming breath and running through it all one more time. There had to be a pattern. Humans were creatures of habit, and no matter how intelligent or attractive Viris was, she was a human. A horridly, horridly unpredictable human.
Tapping her forehead with a painted nail she broke it down step by step. “Come out with the tea, discuss Sam's story, remark about eating for pleasure,” those three were static, and she'd been running through them perfectly without fail. “Choose the tea, make it… If I put the cream in her tea, and enjoy mine, she swaps them. If I put it in my tea, I can’t drink it, and she waits,” that broke down her own two options, drink her tea or no, and the results should have been consistent. “If I taint her tea, and don’t drink mine, she still swaps them… Why?”
That was the question. She felt like she did everything the same if she didn’t drink the tea, and she normally had a good poker face for this kind of thing. What was she doing that was revealing something was off? A facial expression? Were her eyes giving it away? Could Lessien really be that perceptive?
“Augh!” Matty let out another groan, ruffling her fiery locks and nearly displacing her hat. There was only one thing she could come up with. It didn’t make much sense, but when you eliminate the impossible, all that remains has to be the truth. “She knows the tea is spiked,” she muttered, trying to find her calm.
How could she know? Every time Matty took it out, it was the woman’s first time seeing it. Did she really trust her so little? And then what was the witch doing that was giving her away? In her thoughts she'd failed to care she was going massively over her time allotment, she could always start over after all. It was, however, moving her onto a new timeline; one where the naughty doctor was getting impatiently curious.
“Everything alright?” the dark haired mischief maker asked, poking her head into her host's little hidey hole.
The redhead was so engrossed in her own thoughts she didn’t even notice the intrusion. Her golden eyes were turned to the floor, a delicate hand holding her chin as she mumbled through her options. It was a perfect opportunity for Lessien to sneak her way in.
She was light on her combat boots, not enough to be completely silent, but that didn’t matter with the witchy woman distracted as she was. The disguised vulpine didn’t even notice until those boots came into her line of sight; along with their owner's generous cleavage. Her gaze shot up with a start, in time to get herself another surprise. The doctor's tender hand cupped just under her chin, fingers able to brush the back of her neck, and guided her face up until their lips pressed in a kiss.
Matty was stunned. She felt her toes tense in her shoes, the sensation tingling up her body until the fiery hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her eyes were wide, trying to process what was happening, and were they our her tails would have been fluffed and her ears sharp and attentive. Deep in her chest her heart was fluttering, filling in her face with blush all the way down to her collar bone.
The dark haired beauty’s lips were soft, sensual, inviting the witch to open her mouth and accept more. As soon as her scarlet mouth opened though Lessien was pulling away with a smile on her face, leaving the girl wanting; so very wanting.
Her golden eyes blinked away some of the fog, her head swimming with new problems, new questions inspired by the hot sensation building inside her. “Why?” was all that managed to pass over her tongue as she stared deeply into her guest's sparkling sapphire blues.
“You seemed troubled,” the woman answered simply. “I figured this would help.”
This? Present tense. The trickster which was always very careful with her wordplay, so catching anything off was second nature. She was so warm, still tingling with excitement. The only conclusions she could come up with were the beginnings of love, or else the doctor had done something.
Her lithe fingers reached up reflexively, resting over where Lessien’s hand had lain on her neck. The redhead could feel it, the unnatural warmth seeping into her body, and the corner of a patch stuck to her skin. Any accusatory look was greatly hindered by the cloud of lust washing over her, as she turned to the woman who'd drugged her. “I told you to disarm at the door,” the words were hot, laced with arousal as they escaped her mouth. Were it any colder they would have each come out as steamy puffs.
Raising her hand, revealing the small device on her palm as it slinked back up her sleeve, the buxom woman responded. “You told me to leave my weapons at the door,” she corrected with a cocky smirk. “I don’t really consider this a weapon, more like the catalyst for a really good time.”
She wanted to reply with something appropriately snarky, but even just trying to leer had her squeezing her eyes shut and letting out a horny gasp. Matty could feel her nipples under her clothes, hard as diamond and more sensitive than she could tolerate, as they dragged along the insides of her clothes. Of course she was growing, why would she expect anything less? It wasn’t even just her sensitive teats, the whole of her skin felt like it was on fire. She could feel every thread of her outfit brushing against her, sending pleasurable shocks through her body. In seconds she was wet, her automatic response of moving her thickening thighs only worsening the problem, and reducing her to a babbling mess.
“Now doesn’t that feel nice?” Lessien teased, leaning over the girl as she collapsed onto the floor in a writhing heap.
It did. Even if she wanted to stubbornly deny it with words, her body was betraying her at every turn. The cap rolled off and away, letting her bestial features free and adding new sensations. She couldn’t help touching herself, the rough, coarse fur coating her forearms had her flinching when it rubbed against her. Each brush of her fluffy tails, their pristine softness, made her shudder and moan. Her ears shifted rapidly between excited jumps to attention and folding back in the throes of ecstasy.
Then the popping started.
The buttons of the horny fox's top popped open, exposing her growing bust to the cool air and forcing a hot gasp past her lips. Trying to cover it was just more contact with her fur, against her hypersensitive tits no less, making her squirm harder. Her ass had inflated to push her skirt up, and her leggings down, to show her little black panties pulled up into her crack; a sight that gave the doctor a small giggle, imagining just how good that was probably feeling for her in the front.
Quietly the buxom temptress dropped to a sit beside her, close as to drop her tone to a whisper and still be heard by the panting vulpine. “Come on cutie, let go,” she purred, gently brushing the girl’s leg through her nearly sheer now tights. “Give up the game, and have a little fun!”
Her touch was heavenly, making the voluptuous victim shudder with delight, unwittingly moving to make the contact last. The whole of her willpower was being spent resisting the urge to grope herself, to bury a claw between her thickening thighs and relieve some of this overwhelming desire flooding her system. A desire blooming into a need as she continued to grow, continued to be teased by the dark beauty’s tender touches.
With the sound of rending hooks the redhead’s corset burst, losings its battle with her chest and letting the pressure off; the resulting surge sending two more of her precious buttons skittering across the floor. Her burgeoning flesh jumped out into the new space, making her whimper as her fat nipples slid up right to the very edge of her neckline. They ached for attention, as big round as her claw tip, on tender breasts large as her head.
Everything was good, everything was hot, her underwear were grinding against her clit as they got tighter and tighter. She was wriggling, her breaths hot and shallow as the remained trapped just before the peak of climax. Her tails were fluffed, wrapping around her body to caress every exposed bit of skin her failing clothing put on display.
And then there was Lessien, her fingertips trailing up the vulpine’s exaggerated curves, stroking her like a treasured pet. She continued to up the ante, shifting to a lay that put their bodies only inches apart. Close enough to lean in and give one of those fluffy ears a nip.
She let out a mewl at the tease, her head dipping forward into the voluptuous woman’s body in her unconscious craving for more. “That’s it,” her voice was like sweet honey, and warm against the girl’s vulnerable ear. “Give in, we could have so much fun!”
No, she needed to get a grip on herself, before this got more out of hand. Accompanied by a gasping moan her nipples broke free of their prison, crying out louder than the vulpine to be played with. Fighting it with all her might Matty forced her hands down, foolishly putting them between her legs as she stammered to speak. “R-reset!” she managed to whine, her voice up one, maybe two, octaves from her situation.
A disappointed “Awe,” was the last thing from the seductress' lips before the scenario started over.
Despite the return to where she was minutes ago, the girl was still recovering. She could feel the red in her face, and her quickened heartbeat as she rode down from the last timeline's high. Her prey did not have the same problems however, walking in on her cue and catching the redhead looking like she just finished masturbating.
“You okay Matty? I can come back later,” the dark haired guest offered.
Adjusting her hat, and letting out a sigh to clear her thoughts, the witch shook her head. “I’m fine,” she answered as she regained her composure. “It’s been a while,” she seamlessly was back on track, running through the beginning of their encounter one more time. And once again she stopped the booted woman from entering.
“Leave your toys at the door,” she demanded, leaning back in her seat to watch.
With the same look of surprise she'd had a dozen times before, Lessien obliged, reaching up her sleeve to remove her cowgirl dart-launching wrist piece and set it on the table with a smirk. “Caught me,” she grinned mischievously, moving to step forward once more when the Madam stopped her again.
“All of them,” she warned with a knowing grin. No more miss nice Matty. She was playing with a fellow pervert with a taste for mischief; or rather, a fellow liar. It was time to throw everything at the wall to win this game." - "Stop, Rewind, Regrow" by Madam Materia