A Work of Art
Inspired by a pic done by Issitop on FA. A dragon fella enrolls in a pottery class, he ends up becoming a model student.
Seth felt a knot in his stomach as he knocked on the door. Dr. Khala told him that a pottery class would help his nerves. It felt almost too simple, that all he needed was something relaxing and constructive. At that moment, the young dragon was willing to give just about anything a shot. He stood and waited, got no reply. He knocked again, still nothing. Finally, he decided to just try the knob and found that it was left unlocked. The door creaked open and he made his way into the stone-walled pottery studio.
The room was mostly empty, as Seth had expected. He checked his watch; sure enough her was ten minutes early. One the other side of the room a rather shapely cow woman was hard at work with her back to him. Curiously, she wasn't wearing anything and more curiously, her whole body had a slick smoothness to it. He blushed as he watched her, she was thick but attractively so; her body made up of soft curves that almost dared people to hug them. Her tail flicked back and forth rhythmically as she worked.
"Excuse me." Seth spoke up. "I'm here for the pottery class."
The cow's ears twitched. She pointed to a vacant workstation without looking up from her work. Seth walked over and sat down behind the pottery wheel, staring awkwardly back at her. Then, another cow woman identical to her went up behind Seth and took his shoulders in her hands. He blushed at her touch; it was so soft, affectionate. Seth blushed as she started the wheel up, she looked down at him with her deep brown eyes and he felt like this might just work as Dr. Khala said. He took the clay and began shaping it into a cylinder, feeling the cool wet material on his hands, on his back...
'Wait...' Seth muttered to himself. Right where the cow had touched him, he could feel clay on it. Maybe she just got some on him from her project. Yeah, that was it. He looked back up at her as he worked. She really was quite pretty, he hadn't really noticed before but she had such gentle, warm eyes; her movements were graceful and precise. She rubbed up and down his shoulders, massaging his back as he worked. He could feel the soft, smooth clay on him. His shirt was probably ruined, but he didn't care at that moment. He just wanted to get to know the ladies more. The other cow walked over and put her hands over his, guiding them as he shaped the clay into an oblong vessel.
Then he noticed he couldn't feel where the clay ended and his skin began. Where they had touched him, it felt like the soft earthy pink clay had become part of him. He looked up at them with concern, their eyes had a hollowness to them he didn't see before. He tried to stand but the cow women took him by the arms and gently but firmly eased him back down into his seat.
"Relax." He heard them say to him. It wasn't like they spoke, but rather he perceived their voices in his mind. There was an intimate immediacy to it that he couldn't quite grasp.
"Let us feel you." Their voices, or rather their voice was like honey. It was sweet and inviting, pleasantly numbing. They tugged at his shirt and he lifted his arms so they could take it off, baring his forest green scales to them. He felt their touch on his back and arms, so soft and gentle. One of them were rubbing up and down his shoulders, coaxing them into a softer, feminine shape. Seth closed his eyes and leaned back against them, savoring their touch. He felt them pull on his trousers.
"Please let us see your body. Don't hide it under clothes."
Seth blushed and looked up at them; he somehow knew they could sense his bashfulness.
"Your body is a work of art. Relax and show it off."
Seth squirmed in his seat.
"Come on, do not be shy. You are a work of art."
"Alright." And Seth let them strip the rest of his clothing off, not to show himself off to them, but because he wanted to feel more of their touch, to feel their hands all over him. It was a strange sort of urge, it came out of nowhere but the more they touched him, ran their soft smooth hands over his body, the closer he wanted to get to them.
Their hands were on his chest now, massaging his pectorals, rubbing them. His chest felt funny, a sort of warm itchiness. He felt their hands moving outward, away from his chest while still touching it. The itching turned into a swelling feeling, mild at first but growing harder to ignore with every passing moment. Seth looked down. He had breasts now, big ones.
He opened his mouth to speak, yell... but quickly thereafter, the thought to do so vanished from his mind, and he heard them speak again.
"Follow our instruction. "
Seth tried to say something, but he forgot what he was going to say again.
"Let us guide you. We are your teachers."
Seth nodded; he could feel them massage the clay deep into his body, working down towards his waist. It felt so good, so soft and correct. He was a cow lady just like... Seth stopped himself. He had no idea where that thought had come from; they couldn't be planting ideas in his mind could they? No, it wasn't possible. It wasn't possible, he was just imagining things.
He looked back at the spinning pottery wheel, the sound having become pleasant white noise. He felt lost; he couldn't remember his original design for the piece of claw spinning before him. Not just an absence of a plan but the absence of motivation.
The cow women reached down between his legs, groping his manhood and pushing it down into his body. They massaged the dwindling length down as Seth watched the clay spread under their touch.
"What are you doing" He said with a blush. And like an answer, they gave the shaft a firm push inward, inverting it into a fledgling cleft. He bit his lower lip and shuddered as they sculpted his loins, pushing and folding and prodding the clay flesh into a feminine slit.
"Sister."
"I'm a boy."
"You are a sister."
Seth tried again to protest, but he could feel them in his mind, pulling the concept of maleness out of him, he saw himself as a dragoness. He couldn't ignore it; it crashed over him like a wave.
She/Her/Hers
Seth felt a warm pulse shoot up into her, her new womanhood melding with her anatomy, becoming more and more sensitive as the women prodded and explored it, shaping it just right. They were molding his waist now, spreading the earthy pink clay over his scales. With absolute loving precision, they pressed and manipulated his square waist into an alluring hourglass shape, working down to his waist and rump, molding and reshaping them into soft, sloping curves.
They went into his mind for his name. Seth was not a lady's name. Seth agreed with them and gave them his identity.
"You are Sally."
"I am Sally."
And so she was. They took her horns and gently pushed them inwards into cute little stubs. Sally's hearing rang and throbbed like a case of tinnitus as they pulled her ears outward into a floppy pair of cow ears.
"One of us. Won't you become one of us?"
Sally shook her head. She didn't want this. She did not want to change, she was...
Who was she? She tried to remember herself, but all she saw outside of the cow women were blurry, distant memories. She opened her mouth to speak, to yell, to plead but the women pushed it close. A gentle rub and a tease of the clay flesh and her snout was smoothed over, made pleasantly bovine. She could feel the edges of her mind melting into their own, like ink spreading throughout water.
"One of us?"
"One of you."
One of them pushed inward into her folds and a sunburst of pleasure rang out throughout Sally's being. Her eyes rolled back, glazed over. In her mind, she saw the image of a thin young dragon, but for just a second, and then her sisters pulled it out of her mind. She put her feet up for her sisters, and they took her feet and re-shaped them in their loving image; toes being melded together and smoothed into cloven hooves. They urged her to stand and she could feel herself drying. The part of her that was protesting the change had drawn down into a faint echo, then nothing at all.
They took her tail and rolled it to the correct shape, long and thin with a tuft of molded clay fur.
"You are so beautiful now."
"We are beautiful now."
"You're a work of art."
"I am a work of art."
The cow women embraced one another, nobody could tell which one was Sally, but that was alright to her. She was just right; she was a work of art.