Part 2 Gender Bender
Part 2 Gender Bender
Trace woke up in a daze, on his stomach, to find somebody sitting on his back, massaging his wings. He realised the fur had four hands, so it must have been Kaliot.
'Wake up, Trace,' the female's voice said with a giggle. 'You're gonna love this!'
'What?' Trace murmured. He rolled over as the six limbed vixen climbed lightly off his back. Trace frowned; his voice seemed higher than he remembered it. Trace got out of bed, stretching his back and wings. Stag was standing behind Kaliot, holding a thick fuzzy sheet. Both of them were grinning. Kaliot's looked cute, but Stag's was just teeth.
'What's the joke?'
'You'll see,' Stag buzzed, roughly putting the red sheet over Trace's head so he couldn't see. 'You can't see yet though, Tracy.'
'Did...did you just call me a girl's name?' Trace said angrily, being pushed along by one of Stag's claws. 'Where are we going?'
'Bathhouse,' Kaliot answered, still giggling.
'What's so damn funny?'
'Don't you feel any different?' Kaliot asked as they came to a stop in a cool room. Trace could hear water trickling in the background. Stag pulled the sheet off Trace's head.
'Well, my voice his higher...' Trace said to them. Stag, still grinning from one side of his bullet head to the other, wiggled a finger in the air in a circle.
Trace turned around to see a wall that was just a giant mirror. It reflected the whole bathhouse, making the room seem twice as big. In the reflection Trace could see showers and baths, a big Jacuzzi, Kaliot, Stag and himself. But it wasn't exactly himself anymore.
'I'm a girl?!' Trace shrieked, wrapping her wings around her supple body.
'That's right, Tracy,' Stag chuckled, an insectile buzz that echoed in the bathhouse, as did his large footsteps when he stamped out, leaving Kaliot and Tracy alone in front of the mirror.
Tracy slowly unfolded her wings to look at herself. He was very shapely as a girl, he had to admit. Tracy cupped her firm breasts.
'I...could get used to these...but...' her hand strayed to her crotch. 'Feels a bit...empty down there...How did this happen?'
'Probably one of the Mistress's tricks,' Kaliot smiled.
'Is it...permanent?'
'If you want it to be. She can probably fix it that you can change between guy and gal. Now, you said you felt empty...'
'I meant it feels weird with no cock. I didn't mean-'
'Aw, you just hafta get used to it,' Kaliot said, embracing Tracy from behind. Her upper pair of paws cupped Tracy's breasts, massaging them and tweaking the nipples, while one of Kaliot's arms held Tracy's wrists behind her back. Tracy noticed the vixen was surprisingly strong. Kaliot's fourth paw stroked slowly down Tracy's stomach, towards the folds of her new clit.
'Kaliot, wait, I don't - ohhhmmm,' Tracy moaned as Kaliot's expert fingers slid into her cunt, gently teasing at the pink flesh, sending sparks of pleasure up Tracy's spine.
'You like that, huh?' Kaliot murmured, between nibbling one of Tracy's ear frills. She rubbed her hips against Tracy's, her wet clit sliding up and down Tracy's tail where it joined onto her rump.
''es,' Tracy grunted between moans of pleasure. Kaliot stepped back and, still rubbing Tracy's engorged cunt, stood in front of the dragoness. Kaliot pulled Tracy to her in a strong embrace, one pair of paws running up and down Tracy's back, the other fondling her breasts and dripping clit, Tracy kissing Kaliot deeply with her serpentine tongue. Tracy brought her tail up between her legs and stroked the tip along Kaliot's slit, bringing a groan from the vixen. Tracy slowly pushed the tip of her tail inside Kaliot, thrusting it in and out gently.
Their mounting ecstasy was interrupted by a jingling from a set of bells in the corner of the bathhouse. Kaliot broke the kiss with dismay.
'Sorry, hon', but the Mistress needs me...maybe later, okay?'
'But...' Tracy mumbled as Kaliot gently pulled her tail from her clit.
'Hey, go see Drej. She'll be in her fountain in the bedhall. She's very good with us girls,' Kaliot winked, trotting from the bathhouse. Tracy sighed, one of her hands absently brushing against her wet folds.
Tracy spun as someone giggled behind her. In all the excitement she had not noticed one of the showers was being used. A short, well-formed foal with milky white, dripping wet fur was peeking out from behind the frosted glass. Another joined it, then a tall and muscular black furred stallion. They were Turmion, or some of him. Them. According to Spyke, it was rare to find Turmion as a singular entity, all his separate horse bodies combined into one asexual zebra furr.
'Kaliot's right, you should-' '-see Drej. She's wonderful-' '-with the ladies,' Turmion said, his separate mouths finishing off each other's sentences.
'She's in her fountain? Is she a fish furr or something?' Tracy said, not knowing which horse to look at.
'No, you'll see,' all three of them said in perfect harmony.
Tracy, nodding her thanks, walked from the bathhouse back to the bedhall. She got lost and had to ask one of the castle guardians (fortunately not Stag) the way. Rather than remarking on her nudity, the...creature was rather polite and courteous.
Tracy suspected it might have been a kangaroo, but she couldn't tell because its whole body was wrapped in a purple robe with a brass faceplate and a flat, cymbal shaped hat. She saw the digitigrades legs, the tail and the muzzle shape, but she had no further clues as to what species "Yojimbo," as it had referred to itself, was. The other strange thing about Yojimbo was that his right arm was clockwork and made of more brass, and ended in a sheathed samurai sword.
This was forgotten by Tracy as she shyly entered the bedhall, noticing how her hips swayed and how much more "bouncy" she was. And it was turning her on.
The bedhall was empty but for the trickle of water into the fountain that was in place of one of the beds. Tracy walked up to the fountain and looked in. It was shallow, if she stepped in the water would only come halfway up her calves. A large grill in the bottom stopped the water overflowing. Apart from water, it was empty. Tracy sat on the edge of the fountain, dipping the tip of her tail in. The water was warm.
'Drej?'
No answer. Tracy swirled her hand in the warm water, her other stroking her clit again. Tracy found it odd she was adapting to being female so quickly, maybe it was Kaliot, but she was missing her package.
Tracy finally noticed what was wrong with the sound of the room. The trickle of water from the fountain had stopped. Tracy looked around and gasped in surprise. The fountain had stopped, but the stream of water just hung in the air, not moving, as if holding itself up. Tracy reached out to touch it, and it entwined her wrist. The water in the pool formed into more tentacles of water, each wrapping around parts of Tracy. The grill under the water opened by itself.
'Hey, wait!' Tracy shrieked as the tendrils quickly tugged her into the pool and down the grill.
Under the water, Tracy could still feel the tentacles holding onto her even though she could not see them. They were dragging her down a long steel pipe, wide enough to accommodate even Stag. The tentacles seemed to be pulling Tracy somewhere quite fast.
Tracy started to feel a burning in her chest again, like with her first time she'd been with mistress Ziriha, back when he was male and she had placed a hole-less muzzle on his snout. The feeling over water rushing over her vagina sent pleasure coursing through Tracy as her mind started to blank out, drowning.
Just before she passed out from lack of air, she left the water, coughing and spluttering. The tentacles of water held her up in the air in a rocky cavern, probably deep below Ziriha Castle. Water dripped from stalactites, and the pool Tracy had just emerged from gave the cavern a blue-green glow.
Tracy looked around, recovering. Next to the pool was an assortment of pillows and sheets, all of which looked inviting. There was no sign of Drej.
The tentacles gently lowered Tracy onto the pile of cushions.
'Drej?'
'I am here,' a voice answered. It seemed to come from the pool. Tracy watched in amazement as the tendrils of water merged together until a lithe wolf furr stood in front of her. The wolf's feet could not be seen, the legs of the wolf merged straight into the water she was standing on. The eyes of the wolf glowed a light blue.
'You're...made of water?'
'Yes. I'm the first of the Mistress's creations,' Drej smiled, gliding over the water onto the rocky cavern floor.
'I saw you as you first came here, Trace. I had no attraction to you then, but now you're like that...well...' Drej murred as her left arm stretched and its paw stroked over Tracy's nipples. Drej lay next to Tracy, her paw fondling up and down Tracy's chest, Drej smiling.
'You're very attractive as a lady, Trace. I hope you stay like that, or at least choose to be able to change between.'
Drej rolled onto Tracy. She didn't "spill" or deform at all, as Tracy expected of the water wolf. Drej kissed Tracy deeply, Tracy rubbing her hands up and down Drej's back. Drej's body was a warm, tropical temperature, and Tracy mewled as Drej stroked the folds of her clit, her fingers lengthening inside her and stretching her inner walls slightly.
'I assume Kaliot sent you to find me, hm?' Drej asked, sitting up on Tracy's stomach, fondling her breasts. Tracy nodded, her own hands sliding up and down Drej's firm thighs. 'I thought so. I've got this...skill she loves. She must have thought that you might like it too. Want to try it?'
Tracy nodded again and then moaned as Drej leaned forwards to suck at her breasts.
Drej stood up and glided back into the water, lowering into it, disappearing from view. Tracy sat up in expectation and curiosity.
After a few seconds the pool bubbled and at least two dozen tentacles shot up from the surface and snaked through the air towards Tracy.
Some of them curled around her wrists and ankles, pulling her arms and legs akimbo. Tracy struggled involuntarily, making the tentacles tighten. Two of the free tendrils wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them and sucking her nipples with the tips. A third slid up and down between her breasts and Tracy moaned, arching her back as best she could against the tentacles.
Another, slightly larger, tentacle moved up to her muzzle, the tip forming shape until it resembled the head of a cock. Tracy opened her mouth willingly, letting it slip inside and start to slide back and forth. Like Drej's body, it was hard and firm, not soft like Tracy expected its watery form to be.
One of the other free tentacles brushed against Tracy's clit, and she gasped around the one thrusting in her mouth. The tentacle nuzzled her slit, forcing its way inside. Tracy guessed it was as big as her male form's penis, and it stretched her pussy open and slid up and down. Tracy thrust her hip involuntarily towards it, wanting it to go deeper.
Tracy bucked and sucked hard on the water cock in her mouth as another tendril pressed against her tight tailhole, pushing its way inside. Tracy moaned louder, bucking her hips as she felt the warmth of it travel deep inside her, nuzzling her inner walls. Her first orgasm came when the two tentacles penetrating her touched through the thin wall between her pussy and tailhole.
Tracy lay back in her aftermath, letting the incredible feelings wash over her as the tentacles continued to deflower her cunt and tailhole, others massaging her breasts and rump, and the large one still thrusting in her mouth, though now it was more of a tongue, and Tracy played with it, curling her tongue around it and sucking.
The tentacles shifted position, and they moved Tracy's legs until her thighs touched her stomach, her clawed feet in the air. Two more tentacles nuzzled at her pussy and tailhole respectively, both of them merging with the ones already in each hole, making them longer and thicker. Tracy gasped loudly as the tentacles resumed their thrusting, stretching her walls further, her tailhole fluttering uncontrollably as the watery tentacle slid through it. As more tendrils joined the ones penetrating her, her pleasure mounted and she came again, arching her back and straining her limbs against the water, feeling the firm mass inside her.
After Tracy had relaxed again, rocker her hips gently to get used to the two massive intrusions, the tentacles slid deeper into her and started pumping warm liquid into her. This added to the intense ecstasy from her pussy and rear and she came, howling silently, bucking and thrashing in the tentacles' grasp, gasping for air, before falling asleep slowly to the tenacles thrusts.
***
Tracy found herself being shaken awake. She opened her eyes to see Kaliot sitting on the end of her bed.
'Told ya Drej was good,' she winked playfully. 'You've been asleep for a while now.' Kaliot lay down next to Tracy, holding up a large pair of dildos that were connected at the bases. 'My turn?'
Tracy giggled, wrapping Kaliot in her wings. They didn't care that a gang of Turmion was watching from his bed.