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Wrath of Serpentess: Pawstruck

By Von Krieger

Kevin chuckled at the computer screen as his favorite character executed one of her brand-new attacks. Through the intense customization that Sorcery.Net offered its players just about anything was possible if you knew how to do it. On the Shattered Shards RPG servers one could utilize their own character models, textures, animations and the like, just as long as certain standards were adhered to. With some understanding of the way damage was assigned based on area of effect, activation time, and the cool-down time for each attack, one could easily create the optimal attack chain.

On top of that, Kevin was interested in optimization of a completely different sort. He played on the general audience sever, rather than the adults only, anything goes, sex-crazed server. He wasn't interested in seeing people bludgeon baddies to death with their giant eight foot prehensile penises, or rolling over them with half-ton warrior-women whose cultural upbringing allowed them only to dine on solid blocks of lard. Any idiot could slap on a nude text and rub his toon raunchily against other players. It took real skill to be seductive, sexual, and skillful without being lewd, vulgar, or obvious. Kevin had taken his character's model from a Japanese Holo-Porn game and had run it through SorcNet's stylization filters. The rather busty catgirl he'd started with had been converted by the feature exaggeration system and a bit of an anime tinge into an over the top, porn starlet looking, golden-furred sex goddess.

Kevin had done a great deal of work on the textures and light maps. You couldn't have fur rendered with the same detail as the hairstyles the in-game avatars had; it would cause lag, and the servers had a limit on what would be allowed in these regards. Kevin took Pawstruck just about to the limit with the details that could be done. The combat dancer's platinum blonde hair was actually scaled down a bit. There was only so much detail and life-like movement that could be put into it before you had diminishing returns. Instead Kevin had used the extra 'hair' to simulate short fur on Pawstruck's ears and tail, as well as giving her a small, cute mane upon her chest and neck. The character was a class of Kevin's own design, primarily single-target melee-damage with some area of effect attacks, but Pawstruck's primary party role was providing healing and buffs, which were chained to all of her more entertaining attacks.

Each attack animation had been selected and altered to be cute and sexy without being overtly sexual. With the loincloth the golden furred tigress wore her repertoire of kicks almost always resulted in a bit of a panty shot; a glimpse of lily white amidst Pawstruck's red dragon scale clothing.

Pawstruck was the top-rated Team PvP participant on the server; she was distracting to friend and foe alike. Her buffs made sure that she'd always be credited with an assist, but her damage buffs were calculated so that most PvP built single-target attack chains would leave a little sliver of life, just enough for the damage over time bonuses that her equipment inflicted to deal the finishing touches. The quarter second damage ticks would be guaranteed to hit before even the quickest animating attack allowed could.

Pawstruck couldn't usually take out another PC on her own, unless she could attack from behind. For that Kevin used attacks that resulted in her moving around her foe at the same speed that the auto-focus would make the character turn towards an attacker, it was legal, but highly frowned upon.

Kevin laughed as his opponent sent him a PM complimenting Pawstruck's 'nice moves.' He'd added a couple of grapple and throw type moves, one of which involved the dancer leaping onto her foe's shoulders and wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck before falling back for the throw.

Pawstruck was a very amusing character to watch. Kevin had gotten almost all his best gear as donations from the twice weekly gladiatorial battles. Pawstruck had a special moveset for those, even more crowd pleasing than her typical combat moves.

His eyes darted to the small clock in the corner of the computer screen, and he let out a sigh. His roommate, Elana, should have been home a good 45 minutes ago, and she was the only one who could open their mailbox and thus retrieve the package that the shipping manifest online told him was there.

The package had to have arrived today, after all, the big event was tonight and shipping was guaranteed for Halloween, thus today, thus the package was there, thus Elana needed to get home and give him his costume.

The apartment was in her name and the name of Kevin's cousin Jane, who was celebrating her college graduation with a several-month trip to Europe. For the six months she was away Kevin had taken her spot in the apartment. His selling off of max-level characters and offering his power leveling services didn't make enough to afford a decent apartment all on his own. Well, not if he wanted to eat more than peanut butter and ramen noodles and have a halfway decent internet connection. He'd gotten a few grants to help with business expenses, which was how he managed to afford the costume in the first place. The ReNA people were making easy-use special effects outfits, like the kind that they used in movies for aliens and monsters and stuff. It wasn't the intense, permanent, nano-cosmetic reshaping stuff used to give people pointed ears, or to make your eyes naturally cat-like, or to permanent make your hair neon blue, but that was a good thing. Maybe.

Kevin's costume was going to be used for a few hours at the party, and then a few hours with a professional photographer to use for promotional purposes on his website, with logos and banners and stuff. He was hoping he could convince Elana to come along, her own costume would fit right in alongside his own.

The ReNA outfit Kevin had purchased was halfway between Conan the Barbarian and Pawstruck. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who would be dressing up as a girl with the ReNA outfit, even if the system had recommended going with the catgirl since with his small build it would be cheaper to use the default amount of nano-matter to add on a few curves, a tail, ears, and breasts rather than filling his five and a half foot, 98 pound weakling frame up to the strapping cat-warrior proportions with massive muscles that he'd wanted. In fact he had to scam ReNA out of a discount in order to get his costume to fall within the amount his most recent grant would allow for advertising expenses. Elana had wanted one as well, and the company was offering couples a discount. Apparently programming them in tandem was a lot less labor intensive than programming two individually, and thus it had dropped the cost by a good hundred dollars.

It was still more than a decent laptop cost, and Kevin had a hard time justifying it, until he found that he could enroll in the beta testing program and get another 200 knocked off of each suit, though he hadn't told Elena that and pocketed the difference.

After the testing Kevin was supposed to go in to test a permanent ReNA version of the bulking up nanotech program, which was supposed to pay big bucks as well. Hopefully if everything went according to plan Kevin would no longer look like the alpha nerd that he had always been, and he'd have a foot in the door with ReNA as a beta tester. Having one alteration (entirely reversible) every three to six months wouldn't be a problem, unless it was something weird, and probably not even then.

No one would know Kevin on sight, after all, except for a few close friends. Mostly he chatted online. His guildmate Dan had managed to get him an invite to the Cavendish party, which was going to be the biggest gathering in town of the rich teens and twenty-somethings. With his awesomely handsome feline warrior persona, Kevin was quite sure he was going to get laid at the party. After all, he'd taken care to provide the same amount of detail for the suit that he'd used to make his Pawstruck model. He'd actually contemplated getting the character done up as his costume instead, but it was bad enough being hit on by guys online, and he wasn't exactly sure how far the 'natural and reversible mental modifications' used to give the costume's wearer the proper movements and personality of the character would go. He was counting on the suit's program to be able to overcome his natural shyness and awkwardness in large groups. But if the suits were as good as they reviewed as it ought to be just as good as Kevin had dreamed for a good three months.

The nerdy Kevin heard the loud slam and the interesting sound of the doorstop spring wobbling from side to side after the impact, the door was heavy and the latch was stuck and thus needed a good thwack to open, and it made an especially loud noise when someone rammed into it going backward with a large box in their hands.

Kevin grinned and signed off his Sorcery.Net account, he wanted to make sure all the bugs were ironed out of the suit before the party, and maybe even trying out a few of the more interesting mods he saw online. With the beta testing program, the testers were encouraged to experiment all they liked with the suits. Unlike the normal models, these wouldn't automatically shut off after 24 hours. They were licensed for a week of testing, and you could go on ReNA's website and renew them for as long as you wanted.

"Awesome! My costume came!" Kevin said with a grin as he pulled the knife he'd gotten from a local renn-faire from his belt. He bought a lot of stuff online, and the thing was useful for opening boxes and clamshell packaging.

"Thank you for purchasing a ReNA costume kit!" said a small device from inside the box. It was a simple, biodegradable piece of hardware that could give its message two or three times, and then release enzymes that started breaking it down. Not wanting Elena to hear about the beta thing, and thus demand her $200 back, Kevin scooped up the device, opened the closet containing the trash can, and dropped the chatterbox inside.

Before Elena had the chance to react, Kevin reached into the box, pushing aside his roommate's black costume, instead snatching up his own orange colored bundle, as well as the six canisters of nanomatter beneath it. He wasn't sure how many to use, and since nanometer could easily be molded and reshaped by the suit he'd figured he should get too much, rather than too little.

"Woo! I'm going to be the hottest thing at the Cavendish party!" Kevin bragged triumphantly, a smirk on his face. He didn't know where Elena was going, but he knew for a fact she wasn't going to rub shoulders with all the rich babes that were going to have ReNA turn up their sexiness to 11.

Kevin carried the heavy burden to the living room, dropping the nano-matter canisters, which were like tennis ball tubes that felt like they were filled with iron shot, on the couch. He quickly began stripping, as the suit was supposed to be worn beneath clothing, though it could seep its way through if it needed to.

Though it might've been leftovers from playing as Pawstruck, Kevin found himself half hard as he unfolded the golden orange and black stripped suit. The slick nano-fabric was cool and slick against his skin as he pulled it on, first slipping his feet down the legs, into the suit's own feet. For the moment they looked rather like boots on the end of a set of fishing waders, but Kevin was sure they'd tighten up once everything was secured. Elena's outfit was pretty much just a covering; she'd gone with the thing primarily for looks. Kevin was in it for the experience, and had added the extra ten bucks to get the full sensation for the suit. It was a deeper tie in to his nervous system, but it was completely safe and would be worth it. Especially when he found a hottie to seduce at the Cavendish party. He wanted every little bit of him to feel as real as possible, both to him and any potential lovers he might encounter. So soft, sleek, sexy fur was in order, to provide a wonderfully comfortable coating for the party sluts to snuggle up against, as well as for Kevin to enjoy while they petted him. Potentially.

He was almost achingly hard by the time he'd gotten his arms in the sleeves and the hood pulled up. He'd been looking forward to tonight for so long, and the elusive prize of sexual intercourse would soon be within his grasp. He let out a chuckle as he pressed the activator tab, ready and eager to start his transformation into the cat-creature of his dreams.

Unfortunately for Kevin, he was quickly going to learn that they were his wet dreams.

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"Greetings, User," the suit said in a pleasant female voice, somehow bypassing Kevin;s ears and speaking to him directly in the mind, "I am ReNA Prototype Command HAV-Feline, currently connecting to Wi-Fi to obtain the latest beta operators from ReNA.com, one moment please."

The young man felt a bit antsy, wanting to get the suit up and running as soon as possible. But he was well aware of the benefits of having his hardware fully up to date and operating at peak efficiency.

"Apologies for the wait, it will be several minutes before the patches are fully up and operational, though in the mean time we can begin activation on the suit's primary physical structure, which has not been updated. Would this be preferable?" the cool, calm, ever so slightly robotic female voice asked. The voice sounded kind of like the evil computer villain from Kevin's favorite first-person shooter, except with all the crazy sucked out and replaced with sexy.

"Uh... sure." Kevin said with a shrug, letting out a small gasp as he felt the nanomatter going to work.

"Also, the beta modification for permanent enhancement has been cleared for product testing. Would you like this installed as well?"

Kevin grinned, "Fuck yeah! That'll give you a better base to work with, so with the suit fully active it'll make me even bigger and more muscular, right?"

"Correct!" replied the suit, "The Command HAV protocols have been downloaded, and are being installed to your suit as part of the beta testing. Unlike a standard ReNA suit, myself and Serpentess are able to utilize latent networking functions to exert some control over other ReNA suits. Would you like..."

"Sure, just do whatever is needed for full operation for the beta testing." Kevin said, interrupting. He moaned a bit as he felt himself altering, a warm tingle suffusing his body.

"There are several additional mods that I am able to beta test. ReNA is offering one hundred dollars compensation for the use and full testing of each. Would you..."

"For three hundred bucks? Sure! I'll do anything!" The beta testing just about covered the cost of his own suit.

"Suit Serpentess is about to initiate nanomatter formation, would you like to have your partner engage in the beta for these modules as well for additional compensation?" the suit's computer said, sounding almost amused.

"Hell yeah!" Kevin said excitedly.

"Compensation will be delivered as a chargeback on your credit card or as..."

"That's good," the grinning young man in the orange-gold latex suit said quickly, "a chargeback would be just great."

Damn, that covered the cost of Kevin's suit entirely, and most of Elena's. In fact, with the two hundred bucks he'd scammed her out of, he came out even.

"Patches and modules fully applied to myself and Serpentess. Activating beta modules..."

There was a strange sensation spreading though Kevin's mind, memories, thoughts, emotions, and desires looked over too fast to process. It was quite a rush, filling him with an adrenaline spike. His body gave off a few soft pops, the body boosting procedure adding to his height. Kevin could feel the muscles being artificially stimulated as the nanites built onto them. He wished there was a mirror in his computing lair so he could see what he looked like.

But comparing himself to the back of the couch, he had grown at least three or four inches, as it was no longer even with his waist.

"Thirty three percent of the primary physique boost is complete. Utilizing a proprietary process of converting nanomatter into bio-identical tissue, you will naturally reach approximately half the height adjustment you requested for your costume. Please open the first canister of nanomatter so that we can continue."

"S-sure!" Kevin said, feeling giddy. He placed a hand on the metal container, the slick orange fabric of the suit oozed off of his fingers and onto the cap, activating the plug of 'guardian' nanites that would assure tamper prevention. The nanomatter was a sort of fluid, a suspension of the nanites in some sort of inorganic formula they could use to build things. Typically artificial muscles and tissue and the like, typically it was only about half as good as the real stuff.

"Beta module: Mindscan complete. Testing criteria one of two met. Beta module: Computer Mindlink activating, computer network access requires password, password retrieved from Mindscan results, activating... processing..."

It was incredible; Kevin could FEEL the inside of his computer, accessing everything at the blink of an eye. In moments he read over the entire collection of Pawstruck fiction he'd written, the erotic comics he'd had commissioned, and each and every pin up and porn pic that had been done of her.

There were other things, but nothing managed to stir quite the emotional response from him. Having the thought of his favorite creation in all her glory, implanted directly into his mind made him horny as hell. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing, and nano-enlarged, erection and began stroking himself slowly.

"Beta module: Subconscious desires and fantasy fulfillment activated. Applying... creating interface personality kit and communications array..." the suit's computer said in its cold voice.

"Personality interface complete, activating..." the voice seemed to change, becoming more excitable, happy, bouncy, and pleasant.

"Hello, Master," the suit purred, "I'm Pawstruck, and I'll be taking the place of boring ol' HAV-X while you're wearing me."

Kevin gasped his eyes wide. The voice was just how he'd imaged his creation to sound. He felt a caress upon his chest, like fingertips brushing over his growing muscles, in his mind there was an image of the seductive feline behind him, her fingertips mirroring the sensations he felt upon his chest.

"Mmm... now let me be a good girl and take care of this." She purred, her delicate, padded hand nudging Kevin's aside and wrapping around his member, "My master should not have to do this one his or her own, you know."

He groaned softly as Pawstruck continued, peppering his neck with kisses, "Well, you know what? I've went and made a couple mod profiles for you, since with me going to work making you all sexy and studly underneath me and having a bigger base to build on, as well as the results from the other three beta modules we've installed. So one of them is as close to the original layout as I can go, one is that form mixed with some attributes that I just know you'll love..."

Kevin got an image of being nearly seven, maybe seven and a half feet tall, with Pawstruck on her knees before him, her lips wrapped around his fourteen inch cock.

"And there's one that I've put together to make all your wildest dreams come true, you and me, together, as long as you're wearing me. All of them have, pretty much, the things you wanted for your behavior mods, so..." the catgirl's lips pressed softly against his own. "What do you want to be?"

Kevin moaned with delight, his dream girl as good at teasing him and making him feel incredible, just as he'd written her. The lovely little submissive, snuggly, sex-hungry catgirl whore of his dreams. "W-wildest dreams?" he whispered.

"Oh yeah, those wonderful, dark, demented little thoughts and ideas that make you rock hard and messy in your dreams, the ones that leave you more fulfilled than any fapping during your conscious hours, the ones juuuuust beyond the fog of your mind that you can never remember, only knowing that they were the greatest thing ever and that you want to go back to them every night, all night, if you could. Exploring the land of your dreams as this idealized being..." Pawstruck purred, "I can make you that individual."

"Y-yes, please, yes..." Kevin moaned, collapsing on the couch as his knees grew weak with pleasure. "Do whatever it takes, install any mods, any behavior alterations, anything... just let me live those wonderful dreams."

"I'd love to." Pawstruck purred, her mental image moving to be astride Kevin, rather than behind him. He could see himself from a third person perspective, maybe a foot taller and fifty pounds of muscle heavier. Kevin didn't look quite as Conan-esque as he'd wanted, but there were still another five canisters of nanomatter to use to get things just right.

Pawstruck lowered herself down onto him, her bluntly clawed fingertips tracing over his biceps, making stripes appear upon the orange suit, which began to grow tighter, finally activating fully to make itself look like a part of Kevin, rather than something he was wearing. It flowed over his face and hair, adding to his tigerish looks, giving him the platinum blonde hair he'd wanted with the outfit. Essentially being Pawstruck's male equivalent in the fantasy genre, a big and powerful tiger barbarian, rather than a lithe, agile, and busty catgirl.

The nanites began to add onto him, his nails seeming to extend into the same blunt claws as Pawstruck, he could feel his tongue grow rough, all the better to pleasure the beauties he'd no doubt be finding at the costume party tonight. His ears began to reshape, taking on the elven points he'd requested. He felt a little too squeamish to get anything that would actually involve being reshaped, aside from the physique booster. So he'd gone with elven ears rather than feline. But Pawstruck seemed to be disappointed, a pout appearing on her perfect face.

"Oh come on, you know you want to be the perfect kitty..." she purred, toying with Kevin's pointed ears.

She was growling softly with each exhalation, a touch that Kevin thought was sexy, the half-beast girl unable to fully control her feral side while being pleasured, able to easily be reduced from a fully sentient she-cat to a yeowling sex-kitten in heat. He couldn't resist her, and to be honest he'd wanted the cat ears but was unable to overcome his nervousness and discomfort. He'd thought it would hurt. But it felt just like the muscle and bone alterations, gentle, warm, and kind of ticklish.

"There we are," Pawstruck purred, stroking her master's ears, caressing his growing hair. He'd wanted it to be nice and long, perfect, silky smooth, and flowing. Kind of like the elves in the Lord of the Rings movies, except with a more masculine look.

Kevin felt three more of the nanomatter canisters opening, flowing over him, into him. His body seemed done growing height wise now, and was more concerned with being filled out. His body was tall and willowy, like a basketball player, rather than a bodybuilder. But he was sure that was all about to change.

"Oh yeah, it's going to change so much!" Pawstruck cried, panting, "You're going to love it!"

Everything felt so good, so sensitive, so warm... even Pawstruck's tongue over his nipple felt wonderful. Her softly padded palms stroked and caressed his growing chest, making Kevin moan with delight. He could feel himself filling out in other areas as well, it felt heavenly.

Kevin cracked his eyes open, not relying on the projection of his form in his mind, he wanted to see it for himself. He looked down over his tawny furred form, admiring his six pack and his pectorals. Though they looked a bit big in comparison to the rest of his chest. Maybe the nanites were working on one muscle group at a time?

The bones in Kevin's face popped softly, reforming his features more towards ideal of human perfection. He cried out as a sudden sensation of pins and needles filled him, a new limb suddenly added to his senses. He moaned as his new tail swayed back and forth, fluffy and snow-leopard like. His new feline ears twitched at the sound he made. It sounded.... feminine?

Kevin opened his eyes again and looked down at his body, he could see that his butt and hips had grown thicker, mass seemingly pulled from his waist to fuel the change. His hands were slender, equally as girlish.

He shrieked, the sound completely and utterly feminine. He brought his hands to the growing breasts upon his anatomy, letting out a soft cry of pleasure, they were totally real, not an illusion or projection.

"Wh-what..." he stuttered, a familiar voice, but not his own, pouring sexily from his throat.

"You want to be me," Purred Pawstruck, "You've always wanted to be me."

Kevin fell off the couch, crawling on all fours away from the canisters of nanomatter, not wanting to have any further female alterations.

"That's not going to work. We have more than enough material to make you into me." She purred.

"I... I don't..." Kevin protested.

"Sweetie, you know you don't have any attachment to that silly, stick-thin thing you called a body until ninety seconds ago..."

Kevin's eyes widened, how was that possible? It seemed like almost an hour had passed since he'd put on the suit.

"Our introduction happened at the speed of thought," Pawstruck explained, "Elena's just put on her suit and had her alterations start as well. I took the liberty of pulling a few things from your own mind for Serpentess to suggest to her own, to see if our users fantasies are perfectly compatible."

"St-stop it!" Kevin begged, "I don't want to be you!"

Pawstruck laughed, "Of course not! You want just about everything, all the things you love about girls, all the bits you want to have fun with, to love, lick, stroke, pet, and caress. All of that will be available for you any time you want now. All you need to do to see the girl of your dreams is to look into the mirror."

The mental image of the tigress was sitting on Kevin's back, her tail curled around his cock, which was still growing.

"You don't want to be a girl, I know that. But at the same time you find it far more sexy to have two girls having fun together than a girl and a boy. You and I both know full well about all those delicious pics you have, just take the important bit of the boy and stick it on one of the girls. What are you complaining about? You get to keep all the important plumbing, never have to worry about periods, and you still get the big, bountiful, beautiful boobies that you've always wanted to get your hands on."

"No! I don't want to b-b-be..." Kevin protested, his body continuing to take on an increasingly feminine form even as his muscles continued to grow, but far slower than his tits. They surpassed those on the Pawstruck character model easily, in game she was supposed to be sexy, but not a blatantly obvious sex-beast, though most of the art he'd had done was of a far bustier version.

Kevin cried out as a mental barrier broke down in his mind, drowning him in a deluge of forgotten dreams, all of them of the wet sort, all the ones he could never remember, all of them featuring himself as Pawstruck, save for having a cock.

"I'm not!" Kevin whimpered, "I'm not! I'm not!"

"Sssh, sssh, sssh," Pawstruck purred, "You don't have to pretend with me. I know all the things you know, and all the things you lie to yourself about. This is turning you on more than any artist's impression of us could ever do. Our cock is a mess; we've been pouring out precum like a spigot just about since you put me on."

Kevin could feel the precum, thick, cool, and slick, it oozed down his shaft, over his balls, saturated his thighs, dripped down onto the floor in this, sticky gobs. He felt like crying, and he let the tears flow, trailing down golden furred cheeks.

"Sssh, just let it out. All that frustration, all that fear, all that shame that you've hidden away." Pawstruck said softly, running her fingers through Kevin's hair, "You've given me permission to do everything to fulfill your dreams and fantasies, now, let's slip those behavior mods into place."

"No! Stop!" Kevin begged, feeling the warm tickle flow into his brain.

He'd crawled into the hallway, almost to the bathroom, somehow hoping Elena could help him overcome the costume. He managed to get onto his knees, reaching up with one perfect hand to grasp the knob, when something caught his eye. It was his reflection, showing in the mirror at the end of the hallway.

He managed to get his legs beneath him for a few steps before crashing to his knees once more. He reached out and felt the glass; it was most definitely a mirror, not an illusion. His jade, slit-pupilled eyes staring in rapt fascination at his altered form, his every desire made real.

"Is... is that me?" he whispered.

"It's us." The suit replied, "Aren't we beautiful?"

"Y-yes..." Kevin said softly, head lowered in shame. But lowering his head made his gaze go from his reflection to his breasts; they were huge, perfectly, wonderful, they were the tits of some fertility goddess that had gotten into porn. They were almost like beachballs on her chest, but Kevin felt no discomfort from their weight. As a matter of fact they felt... good. Just by being there they gave him sort of a low, erotic thrill. And actually caressing them? Oh it was far more than a mere thrill.

Kevin couldn't help it, his lips parted in a half-growl, half-moan, his fingertips digging into the soft, sensitive flesh of one breast, the other hand wrapping around his thick cock. He watched as his body continued to change, his shaft and nipples becoming a deep, glistening black. His hair continued to grow out once again, from shoulder length to the shoulder blades, one step closer to the length that he needed to truly be Pawstruck. It wouldn't be so bad. In fact it would be a lot of fun.

No one at the Cavendish party would know that beneath the sexy, sultry, slutty female exterior was a short, underweight, shy, nerdy boy who had never been able to truly understand his own sexuality. It made him blush.

"There," Pawstruck purred, "Doesn't that feel better? Doesn't that feel right?"

"Y-yes..." Kevin moaned, his shame, his fears, his self-loathing all being burned away by the fires of his... no, her lust.

"Do you want this to stop? Do you want to go back to being what you were?" the suit asked.

"...No..." Pawstruck whispered, in the flesh.

"Louder." The suit demanded.

She let out another growling moan, "N-no!" she said, louder this time.

Something moved behind Pawstruck and she spun to face the figure. Her eyes widened at the sight of Elena, fully suited up like herself. Covered head to toe in sleek, smooth, shiny blackness, only a few markings of red to break up the uniformity. A thick tail swayed behind her, and...

Pawstruck licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight; between Elena's legs was something she'd seen on a few images of the dickgirls she collected pics of, some furry thing she'd originally not been interested in. But the sight of the sexualized creatures with their strange, serpentine cocks had always stuck with her, and now he was staring at one in the flesh.

"I can turn off my programs, reverse everything." The suit teased, "I can let you go back to your normal life without granting you all the deliciously deviant fantasies you have inside you head..."

Pawstruck let out a cute little moan of pleasure as she imagined her lips wrapped around that sweet serpent-shaft, "No!" she whispered, loving every moment of being in her new body.

"No!" she repeated, for good measure.

"This is your fault, isn't it?" Elena purred, a hint of malice beneath her tone. She sounded more confident, in control, dominating than she usually did. That voice was enough to make Pawstruck lower her head, bowing in delightful submission.

She didn't want to make her mistress angry, didn't want to tell the truth about what happened, about her fantasies being made reality. So she lied, just a little lie, not even a lie.

"I-I was just goofing off!" she protested, trying to keep the smile from her face, "I was playing around with the interface on the site, to see what was possible. I don't know how it happened, this isn't what I ordered!"

Which was true, the snake-cock and her own alterations were the result of the mind-scanning beta mod, not a screwed up order.

"I didn't think I saved the settings for these!" she whimpered, a shiver of pleasure creeping through her.

Elena mulled over the explanation, her tongue, long, black, and forked flicking out into the air. Oh how Pawstruck wanted to suckle upon that tongue, to explore her mistress' mouth...

The shemale let out a soft cry as the serpent dug her talons into one plush breast, making the catgirl's body virtually light up with sexual pleasure. It was so intense she was lost in it, unable to make out her mistress' words for a few moments.

"...so you can have something to fantasize about as you run instanced missions." Serpentess finished.

"I-I just wanted to raid better!" Pawstruck protested, hoping against hope that she was a good enough actor for her mistress not to see through the white lie, Kevin made Pawstruck because he'd wanted to be her, and playing her in an online game had been as close as he could get, until now, "And see what I could do with ReNA's softw..."

The she-serpent twisted her grip, derailing Pawstruck's train of thought entirely. The suit made the last few changes, the catgirl's platinum tresses now ending just above her tail, her lips taking on the same sleek onyx coloration as her other sensual parts. Pawstruck shivered, her body complete.

There was a soft sound, almost like a hiss ever so slightly outside of Pawstruck's hearing, but somehow being heard nonetheless. She spotted the tensing of the serpent shaft, and covered her face instinctively. But he mistress' snake-cock wasn't interested in striking her, it seemed far more interested in taking the shemale catgirl's own length into itself, just as stretchy and flexible as a real serpent.

Pawstruck cried out, the sensation more intense than any of the few vagina analogue type toys she'd purchased and hidden away. It moved for one thing, tightening and rippling around her length, which was far bigger than it had been as Kevin, and far more sensitive. Pawstruck was literally made for fucking, and pleasuring others would always result in equal self-pleasure. But she was too overwhelmed with new sensations to move, to properly please her owner like she was supposed to.

The reptilian supervillainess dug her fingers into Pawstruck's hair, pulling it just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to cause lasting pain, just how she liked it. "Be a good kitten and pleasure your mistress and maybe I'll forgive you."

Pawstruck's heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head further, as much to hide her smile as to show her submission. She felt guilty that she was paralyzed by her own pleasure, unable to fully use herself to satisfy the needs of her sweet Serpentess, she whimpered softly.

"You'll love it," Serpentess growled, "Your altered form is designed for it."

It was, more than she'd ever know.

"Say it for me," she demanded, "say that you're a good slutty sex kitten."

Pawstruck cried out with orgasmic bliss, not only as her member erupted into explosions of pleasure radically different than anything she'd felt as a human male, but also in sheer joy at having her innermost desires granted. She would get to be the being she'd always wanted to be, with a wonderful and perfect mistress to please and obey to command her.

"Say it whore!" Serpentess growled, her shaft slurping up every drop of seed from her pet, "Say it or I'll drag you down to the lounge and fuck you in front of everyone!"

The shemale's fur fluffed in a blush, the very thought of it made her so very, very hot. She shivered at the very idea of being fucked in public, so wonderful and delicious... but she couldn't let her mistress know that. She'd done this before, playing the shameful, recently-tamed sex-slave in one of her stories. Of them all, it had been the one that had turned on Kevin the most.

"But the party!" she protested, despite herself she wanted to attend the Cavendish party, seduce some cute girls, and fuck them senseless.

"Say it!" the she-serpent growled, gripping Pawstruck's ears tightly.

"I... I..." she licked her lips, "I'm a slutty kitten," she said softly. Then her eyes went wide; she'd screwed it up! "Sex!" she added, "Wait, sex! I'm a slutty sex kitten!"

It felt so very good to say those words, it made her purr as Serpentess withdrew her member, leaving a trail of glistening seed between the two. The sensation made Pawstruck gasp. She was meant to be able to go all night if her mistress desired, and as a result was still fully erect and ready to go. The sensation of the snake-cock pulling off of her own and the coolness of the air upon it was enough to make her eyes glaze over in bliss.

She happily nuzzled her mistress' midsection, her tongue slipping out. She rose, teasing her mistress' nipple, "Mmm.... I'm a slutty sex kitten." She repeated. "Your sex kitten, my mistress." She said, wrapping her arms around her owner in a gentle hug.

"Yes, yes you are, my sweet." The she-snake said, stroking behind her pet's ears. Pawstruck's suit computer fed data to her mistress' own, making it appear that it was continuing to alter her mind, when there had long since been nothing remaining to alter.

"Fully activating her networking interface," Pawstruck's computer component said, letting the serpent have the same command control module that she did. It would allow her to spread her fantasies to other suit wearers, just as Pawstruck had to her own.

The she-serpent pulled away, leaving Pawstruck kneeling in place like a good little shemale sex-slave. She returned a moment later, with a collar and leash that Kevin's sister had left the last time she visited. The catgirl nearly orgasmed as it was fastened around her neck.

Pawstruck panted, moaning softly, her cock fully erect and ready to go. She eagerly followed her mistress into the bedroom. Serpentess opened Elena's closet, looking over a few items, she placed a hand on one, the nanites spreading over it, altering it.

"Her suit came with a different beta module installed, rather than our body boost, it is a fabrication module to create temporary items." The AI explained.

Serpentess grinned and looked over the garment, then back at Pawstruck, "Put that feline flexibility to work while I get dressed." She said with a chuckle.

Pawstruck moaned at the very idea of it, and in an instant she was following he mistress' order. She had done this so many times in her dreams, it felt almost familiar as her shaft slipped between her two softly furred breasts, her lips parting to take it into her mouth, her textured tongue expertly working it over. It was so much better when it was happening for real...

"And then once you're done putting on a show for me, you can get dressed and we can go to that Cavendish party." She said with a grin.

It was nearly enough to make Pawstruck climax then and there. It was exactly what she wanted, and it was one of her mistress' own fantasies. To corrupt and seduce rich socialites and bring them under her thrall. The idea of them being suited sexpets was new, but to Elena's lusts the method didn't matter, only the result.

Pawstruck heard her mistress laugh wickedly with delight, loud and long, a proper villainous laugh. Mmm... that, however, was just enough to make her cum.