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Author's Note: As promised in Erotic Friction chapter 6 (Educating the Ignorant), here is the beginning of Beryl's story, picking up where that story leaves off: with Beryl and Mashara getting ready to... get awkward. Wait, what?

If you're one of those people who skips all the character development and dialogue just to get to the yiff - and I'm not castigating you or anything, I've done that myself from time to time - press CTRL-F (or whatever shortcut keys your particular combination of browser/OS uses for Find) and search for the phrase "Let's get to fuckin'!" (With or without quotes, as it's dialogue.) But after you've read the sex scene, please do go back to the top and read the rest. I'm pretty happy with Beryl as a character, and all the stuff up here will help you understand

I'd like to blame you, but frankly, this is a long one, and the sex starts waaaay down the page.

By the way, did you know that zebras chirp? I did, and have been looking for an excuse to reference zebra sounds in this series. (They also make sounds like short soft moos. The chirps could also be described a whooping. You can hear them here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPmlh_ncsko )

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Mashara stepped towards me; slowly, deliberately. I felt muscles tensing and loosening inside me. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not at all an unpleasant one. I had trouble breathing for a moment, like I'd forgotten how. When I could breathe again, it came in a harsh, shuddering gasp, and the unfamiliar weight of my breasts shook.

My mind was flooded with images of that massive, powerfully built zebra hermaphrodite, bending me over and taking me... roughly. My vision blurred and wobbled a bit. Then, as I remembered I wasn't a male doberman any more, the mental image changed to suit my new reality. My knees got weak, I got dizzy, and I felt hot wetness running down my thigh.

The humiliation was overwhelming. Here I was, surrounded by beautiful people, some of whom I not only knew, but had slept with - over half of them, in fact - and my reaction is to piss down my leg. I wanted them. All of them. So why the hell--?

Mashara approached me with a knowing grin, reaching out to me. That hurt, honestly. Here I was, naked and humiliated, after shi'd turned my life upside down. My body was doing strange things I didn't understand. And the person who'd done it to me was laughing.

It was all too much.

I couldn't help it, any more than I could help anything else that had happened since I arrived. I ran before I even knew what was happening. Eyes burning and vision blurry, I tore through hallways I was only somewhat familiar with - I'd only been to this particular house once before. It wasn't until I'd locked myself in the upstairs guest bathroom that I realized that I was crying. Bawling, really. My breath came in great heaving gasps as tears matted my fur.

After a minute or so of loud bawling, theree was a knock at the door.

"Go away!"

"Beryl." I recognized Haley's voice.

"Go away!"

"Beryl, what's wrong?"

On the verge of regaining control, I lost it again, incoherent with anguish. What's wrong? I thought. _Where do I start? _

"Beryl, open the door. Please."

"No! Everyone's laughing at me out there! I came here so you and Maria could help me, and now I'm not even me anymore, and I thought I could deal with it, but I can't , I don't wanny be Beryl, I'm not Beryl, but nobody cares, and now I got piss all down my leg and I don't even know why! I thought I wanted this, but it's too much, and I just wanna go home, but I can't go home, I don't even have a home, and I'm not even me and... and..." I hiccupped. "I don't even remember what else, but there's other stuff, too!"

Haley made an odd sound, difficult to make out through the heavy oak door. After a moment, I realized what it was.

"Are... are you laughing at me?!"

Shi was. "Oh, Beryl, I'm sorry, but is that what you think happened? You pissed yourself?"

"What I thi-- That is what happened?"

Shi laughed again. "Oh, Beryl! Oh, my! Don't you remember Thursday?"

Thinking about Thursday, and the possibility I'd forgotten it, brought a weak chuckle to my lips. I took a moment to wipe tears from my face. "Let's see," I said. "Do I remember that time a few days ago where you and Maria taught me step-by-step how to give a blow job? Do I remember how you chose to reward me for what you called 'a first-class blow' by fucking me until I couldn't move, then hand-feeding me dinner until I recovered, then fucking me blind again? That Thursday? No, slipped my mind." I giggled.

"Do you remember the conversation we had that night?"

"I remember I asked you if you could explain why Sahara wanted to be a hermaphrodite. And you told me you did too. And when I asked why, you said you liked having a dick enough to want one full-time, but you'd miss being female too much to go all-the-way male."

"I believe what I said was that I liked getting my pussy fucked by enthusiastic people like you too much, but essentially, yes. And remember after that?"

"Um... you asked me if there were any dreams I had, that I normally didn't talk about."

"Right..."

I sighed. Shi was going to make me talk about it again, apparently. "I... told you about the wet dream I'd had the night before, where I was a cute little female, and I was surrounded by big, powerful, virile herms who took turns fucking my brains out..."

"And how did that dream make you feel?"

I frowned. What part of "didn't talk about" was shi having problems understanding. "Come on, I told you..."

"And I need you to tell me again. I want you to think about that dream, and how it made you feel. So how did it make you feel?"

My face was burning. I swear, if my ears had been wet, you would have heard sizzling from across the room. "It felt good," I said.

"Mm-hmm. Didn't you tell me you woke up cumming?"

I blushed even more. "Y-yeah..."

"Didn't you tell me you woke up cumming harder than you ever had before?"

Again, I felt that rapid tightening/loosening in my belly. I glanced over at the toilet to make sure the lid was up, but I was pretty sure it wasn't queasiness. It was too low, deep down in my gut. "Yesss?"

"Well, have you taken a look in the mirror while you were in there?"

I shook my head. After a moment, I realized shi couldn't see me with the door closed. Instead of answering, I stood up, and took a look at the mirror over the sink. The mirror took up almost half the wall, from the countertop to just shy of the ceiling. My legs and hips weren't visible - in fact all the way up to the bottom of my ribcage was blocked by the countertop. But what I did see was dainty - apart from a decidedly non-dainty bustline - and incredibly cute. Playfully, I struck a pose, tossing my head so that my deep green mane covered one eye. Damn, I'm adorably fuckable, I thought. "Uh... uh-huh."

"Okay, so that's you, right? And you were just in a room full of very big, very powerful, very virile herms. And to top it off, the biggest, most powerful, most virile one in the group had turned you into that cute little fuckpony, and had just promised to make the rest of that very potent dream come true, right?"

"That's why I'm so confused," I said, bordering on a wail. I could feel the tears beginning to well up again. "Why was I so scared?"

"Were you?"

I frowned. "Well, let's see. My pulse was racing. I couldn't hear anything but that roaring sound you get when you're really really scared. I couldn't look away from Mashara. And, oh yeah, I pissed myself."

Shi laughed again. "Sweetie, no. You didn't. You took one look at all that luscious zebra coming for you and you creamed yourself."

I blushed again. "So I had a premature ejaculation, is that it?"

I heard a swishing sound that I realized was hir hair. Shi was shaking hir head. "No, sweetie, you're not a guy anymore. Let's see if I can explain it. Um... have you ever gotten a hard-on so fast and so hard that it almost hurt?"

I grinned. "How about when Maria came out to let me in the gate, in that kinky outfit, with huge knockers and muscles so big I swear shi could have crushed a semi in one hand?" It took me a moment to work out what Haley was saying. When I thought I'd pissed down my leg, I'd been so horny my body wanted to make sure I was ready to fuck right then. And I had... As I thought more and more about it, and about how incredibly powerful Mashara had looked, ready to have hir way with me, ready to use me like I'd dreamed about... "Haley?"

Shi chuckled. "Yes, Beryl, my sweet little fuckpony?"

I grunted, as my body did that thing with the muscles again the moment shi said "fuckpony." "Is... is everyone still in the foyer?"

"Yes they are. They wanted to take a moment to get things ready in case you changed your mind and came back."

I swallowed. Downstairs, waiting for me, was the orgy-waiting-to-happen I'd dreamed about. Fighting off a wave of dizziness, I had to swallow again before I could talk. "What's the fastest way there?" The more I thought about what was coming, and what an ass I'd made of myself, the more I was drawn to one inevitable conclusion: the humiliation I was feeling was actually making me hornier.

Haley took me literally. Apparently, the absolute fastest way to get me to the foyer was for hir to rip the heavy oak door off it's hinges with a strength that belied hir maternal figure - the thought of the power it took to do that got me even more turned on, I must admit - scoop me up in those powerful, yet slender arms, and sprint back the way I'd come on legs nearly as long as I was tall. As I lay there, cuddled close in arms like a soft-furred steel sculpture of Venus, pressed against soft, massive breasts almost as large as my entire body, on my way towards a bounty of incredibly sexual beings, I realized that I wasn't yet as horny as I could get. I was at war with myself: I half wanted hir to get me there right now so that we could get started, and half wanted hir to take hir sweet time, letting the anticipation get me as worked up as possible.

By the time we arrived, literally only seconds after shi'd scooped me up, I was already foaming at the mouth, ready to fuck anyone and everyone who even hinted at possibly wanting to. Not only was my pussy hot and wet, I realized the fur on my chest was pretty well soaked, too. Due to someone's fantasies - I'm not sure whose - when I got horny enough, my prodigious bust began producing milk. Lots of it. Already I'd gained about a cup size, maybe more, and I could feel my skin tightening as my body simply made more. My nipples ached, and I fought the desire to reach up and massage them, knowing that doing so would relieve the pressure but make me even hornier. And while I wanted to be as horny as possible when we finally started, I also wanted to be used, which meant, as far as I was concerned, that those were not my nipples to play with. I desperately wanted to get started.

I wanted to be used like a toy, like, as Haley had said, the room's own fuckpony, passed from person to person. I wanted to be humiliated, treated like an object. I'd always wanted it, but now, I had the body for it. First, though, I wanted to make my teachers proud. I wanted to show that I hadn't forgotten how to give pleasure. I wanted the whole room to know that I was ready, willing, and able to make them feel as much pleasure as they could stand. I hardly noticed when Haley set me on my feet and moved over to join the others.

Mashara was there, waiting for me, reclining in the massive pile of red velvet cushions like a queen. Around hir in a semicircle stood the others, and all of them were waiting patiently for me. Maria stood apart from the rest, in front of Mashara. Shi was now the tallest in the room - Mashara had made hirself even smaller - and looked powerful, sensual, and impossibly sexual. In hir hands, shi was holding out a silver platter, on which was...

Oh.

Oh my.

On the platter was a very familiar bottle of edible lubricant. Blackberry flavored. The same bottle we'd used on the infamous Thursday Haley had spoken of.

I returned my attention to the center of the room. As I'd noted, Mashara had made hirself smaller. It was hard to tell, but I guessed hir height at about six feet. Maybe a little more. The massive pile of cushions looked like it was set up for someone at least three times that height. Shi should have looked ridiculous. The cushions should have towered over hir, making hir look tiny. They wouldn't dare, I decided. While shi was smaller, shi was every bit as muscular. In fact, it looked like the muscles shi'd had when nearly twice hir current height were still there, packed onto the smaller frame. Shi looked strong enough to overpower everyone in the room, even Maria, very easily. And those muscles supported luscious, massive breasts. They were round, high, firm, and defied my attempts to judge their size. Shi looked not only regal, but awe-inspiring.

Then shi smiled at me, and I nearly fainted with pleasure. My knees wobbled. I saw some movement, but as it wasn't Mashara, I couldn't bring myself to focus on it. Probably someone - Haley, I guessed - getting ready to come catch me if I fell. I swallowed, and returned Mashara's smile.

"Are you feeling better?"

I nodded, unable to speak yet.

Mashara nodded. "Now I want you to know... you don't have to do this now."

I nodded again.

"I promised you would stay in this form for a year, but it's within my power to give you your old life back while you're in that body. You'd still have your job, your friends... They would remember you as Beryl, naturally. But this, here, with me... with us... this is still something you can choose not to do."

I shook my head. "I've... I've dreamed about this."

"I know," shi said. "The moment you came in the room, part of me already knew. I knew you wanted to be punished... You came here to learn, and you came here to try to earn forgiveness. I know all this." Shi looked around. "This, right here, right now. You and me... and, as I can feel you thinking about, everyone else..."

I blushed, and hir smile widened.

"This is not earning forgiveness. This is separate. This is something else. Forgiveness doesn't come as a result of one afternoon's pleasure. It comes from a long, hard period of change."

My knees wobbled again. I confess, the moment the words "long" and "hard" came out of hir mouth, I lost all track of thought.

"If you like, we will return your clothes to you, and you can be on your way."

"Is..." I frowned. "Is that what you want?" I fought back a sniffle. "You want me to leave?"

Shi laughed. "Given a choice between sending you on your way and having an orgy centered around your fuckable little ass," shi said, "I think I would have to choose the orgy." In fact, as soon as shi said the word "orgy," I realized this was true: hir shaft, safely concealed in a sheath that was almost invisible unless you were looking for it, began to make itself known. As it grew, slowly getting longer and harder in front of my eyes, I licked my lips. Once again, I felt that tightening and loosening, that pulse of overwhelming sensation from what I was beginning to realize was my pussy - my pussy, which would be with me for at least a year.

"What happens if I agree to go through with this?"

"You give me a year," shi said simply. "At any time in that year, you can change your mind and go back to your old life - as Beryl, as I said - and that will be that. But if you go through that entire year following the guidelines I lay out for you, you'll be able to come back to us. You will be able to choose, at the end of that year, whether to come live with all of us, or to go about your own life. And even if you choose to go about your life apart from us, you'll be able to change your mind any time you like and be welcome for as long as you want." Shi smiled. "But only if you go through with that year."

I swallowed. "A year doing what?" I said. As horny as I was, this sounded like a commitment I needed to understand.

Shi smiled. "I knew you weren't the idiot you were acting like earlier," shi said, and hir approval made me feel warm inside, fueling the fire I was struggling to control. "You will travel, as Beryl. You will spend no more than two weeks in any given place. During that time, you will find ways to bring pleasure to people. You will help people. And, yes, you will have sex with people. It will be up to you to choose who you will help."

"And how I help them?"

Shi shook hir head. "No. You can coax, encourage, try to get them to change their mind, but ultimately, that choice is theirs."

"What if they want sex and I don't?" I blushed. At the moment, I wanted to fuck, but I needed to be clear on this. I didn't want to fuck if it meant setting myself up for a year of being raped. "I don't want to be a victim, Mashara."

Shi nodded. "Fair enough. If they want something you are absolutely not willing to give, you are free to change your mind about helping them at all."

I frowned. "And..." I swallowed. "Rape?" I was starting to confuse myself. I found myself wishing that Mashara would just shut me up and force me to pleasure hir, but I realized too that Mashara - and, indeed, anyone close to hir - was a special case. From hir, "rape" would be a fantasy, not an assault. It wouldn't truly be rape. But I could pretend, and wanted to.

At that moment, though, I found myself looking at a completely different Mashara. If I thought shi had been intimidating when shi pronounced my punishment earlier, now shi was truly frightening. Shi radiated power and controlled rage, and I felt my knees almost give out on me again. Gods, how I wanted hir.

"If anyone _ dares _ to touch you against your will, and even you cannot stop them, call on me. I will see to it that they spend the rest of their lives atoning for that sin." Shi began to smile again, but this time the smile was cold. Deadly. "And they will find that the rest of their lives is a much longer time than they could have dreamed."

I swallowed. If I agreed, Mashara would be my mistress, my guardian, my avenging angel. And I would be... what? Her messenger. Her slave. Her toy. Her luscious little fuckpony. And then, and only then, would I be able to come to hir, and to Sahara. I wanted that. I wanted them. And Haley and Maria. And the... whatever Ninurta was. And the others as well. I wanted them to use me, yes. But I also wanted them to treasure me.

Hir smile regained its warmth, and I felt like it was warming me. "But you'll find, I'm sure, that the person who can do anything to you against your will is someone to be reckoned with. You're a lot stronger than you look, Beryl. A lot." Shi leaned forward, and I found myself hypnotized by the bobbing of hir ebony shaft. "Do we have a deal?"

My mouth went dry. I wanted this. I had dreamed of this. Not only was there no getting out of it, I had the quiet, calming realization that the year I would spend in Mashara's service would be more rewarding for me than anyone I helped along the way. Only a fool would turn down their innermost desire... The only strings attached, I realized, were of love. I was beginning to understand people who claimed their god or gods loved them, but let them suffer for their sins. Replace "gods" with "Mashara," and...

I nodded. "We do," I said softly, and on impulse... "We do, my Goddess."

Hir eyes widened for a moment, then shi nodded. "Well, in that case," shi said, "what the hell are we waiting for? Let's get to fuckin'!"

I giggled. Maria held out the platter, and as I started walking towards hir, I realized that every eye in the room was on me. This was the humiliation I'd secretly desired ever since my first time having sex with a girl. It was horrible, and precious to me, and incredibly erotic. I fumbled a little bit, picking up the lube, and that only mad it worse - or better. I continued making my way towards Mashara, who was making hirself comfortable. That inviting black cock of hirs didn't quite touch hir incredibly toned abdomen, being held aloft by quivering muscles I was only too familiar with, having experienced that level of arousal myself the last time I was here. I thought back to that Thursday, and the lessons I had learned.

"Sahara wants to become a herm," I'd told Haley and Maria. I turned to face Sahara, who'd gotten hir wish, and smiled at the thought. Then I continued towards Mashara. Sahara was watching. They all were. They would get a show.

"I want to learn how to be with a herm," I'd confessed, even then feeling that luscious mix of humiliation and arousal. I uncapped the lube. Maria stopped me, leaned over me. Hir powerful body rippled with muscle. Another quiver from my eager loins almost took my breath away, then Maria did it for me: Shi put a large hand on my cheek, turned my face towards hirs, and gave me a kiss that was deeper, more intimate, and more potent than any sexual encounter I'd had before I met Sahara. This time, my knees gave out completely, but hir powerful arm was there, holding me up. "Knock hir dead, sweetie," shi whispered. When shi was sure I could stand again, shi backed up to stand by the others and watch.

"I neeed to know how to suck cock." This would be the final exam for my lesson. No. This would be the entrance exam for my new life. I relished the thought, and the word "entrance" began to rebound through my sex-addled brain. I tried not to think about my own entrance, hot and wet and needy. I tried not to think about Mashara's wonderful cock, hard and hot, pounding into me. I licked my lips, starting to feel not just needy, but greedy for sex.

As I began applying the lube to my hands, I took a moment to get familiar with them. They weren't the slender canine hands I was used to. My fingertips were smooth, capped with little hooves. They were shorter, too, but no less nimble. I only had, I realized, three fingers and a thumb on each hand, making each finger a little wider than I was used to. I was surprised to realize I actually had feeling in those tiny hooves on my fingertips. I marveled at how smooth they were - designed for pleasure. My hands themselves were sex toys. I was a sex toy. I would show them all how good a toy I could be. Maria and Haley's lesson began to replay in my head.

"You want to rub lube over the whole thing," Maria had said. Starting at the head, I slid both hands slowly down Mashara's cock, admiring the way it glistened like polished black marble. "A good hand job should take advantage of the different angles you can reach from." At first, working my way through the fear - what if I fucked up? - and embarrassment I was feeling, I was just slowly rubbing up and down. Remembering this admonishment from the lesson, I began the light swirling caresses that Maria had taught me, spiraling around the shaft "like your hands are dancing around hir cock."

Mashara's breath hissed between clenched teeth, and I began to relax. As with Haley, the combination of light touch, copious lubricant, and multiple sensations was doing the trick. I decided then that, as with Haley, I would make hir cum once with my hands before proceeding to the oral sex. Unlike the time with Haley, however, I had to fight my body's desire to climb up on that powerful body and shove Mashara's hefty cock inside me.

Inflamed with lust, I began gripping a little harder, moving my hands a little faster. My own breathing matched time with Mashara's, and I reached the point that I honestly wasn't sure who was pleasuring whom. Everyone was watching me, I knew, but I only had eyes for that big black cock. Goddess, but I wanted it in me. Faster. Harder. My struggle to maintain self-control was making it harder to concentrate on what I was doing.

Sometimes, though, accidents such as these can be beneficial. Tightening my grip, speeding up the massage, I'd brought Mashara right to the edge. I could feel hir shaft tense, powerful muscles tugging it towards that massive washboard shi called an abdomen. Quickly, not wanting to waste the opportunity to show off my eagerness, I tried to move so hir cock was pointed into my open mouth.

I missed.

Instead of into my waiting muzzle, thick ropes of Mashara's spunk splattered against my face, drenching me. Compared to Haley, Mashara was a fire hose. My face was soaked in an instant, and thick drops of the stuff splattered my shoulders and breasts. I grinned. I could have been disgusted, as John would have been before Haley and Maria took him in hand and began teaching him. Instead, though, I was pleased with myself. It was clear from Mashara's reaction - and from the copious amounts shi was producing - that I had taken those lessons to heart. I stayed focused on the task at hand - so to speak - and made sure to control my enthusiasm. This soon after a climax, Mashara could have been quite sensitive, so I had to keep it slow and controlled. Not too delicate, as that could sometimes be worse, but not as... enthusiastic as before.

I'm not sure if Maria was getting ready to clean me off, the way shi had done on Thursday, but shi needn't have bothered. I was enjoying myself, after all, and I remembered as well as shi what shi had done that day. Without even having to think about it, I slid my tongue out of my mouth and began licking my face clean. It didn't taste any different than Haley's had, and yet there was a profound difference now. Either because of Mashara being who and what shi was, or because of who and what shi'd made me, the dull almost-salty, almost-nutty flavor was exquisite to me. I wanted more. I needed more. It was its own kind of lust, its own kind of greed. It took mere moments for me to clean my face, and an effort of will not to stop what I was doing so I could use my tongue - much larger than the one John had had - to lap up every drop in my fur.

Besides, it would be more fun to get this nectar straight from the source. I continued moving my hands over and around hir shaft, careful to keep within the boundaries Haley had taught me - what was too much pressure on a sensitive cock after climax, and what was too light and feathery - and leaned in to add my long, wide tongue to the dance. I slid it between my hands, flicking the tip here, caressing along the underside of the shaft, towards the middle with the broad length of my tongue.

Though I was vaguely aware of the taste of blackberries from the lube, I was more aware of Mashara's own flavor - hir spunk and the hot flesh of hir shaft itself. I wrapped my tongue around it, again surprised at how long and wide that muscle was compared to my old one (not to mention how long and wide Mashara's rigid masculine organ was compared to my old one). Despite hir impressive girth, I could wrap my tongue more than halfway around it without discomfort, and I slowly began to slide my tongue up that impressive, inviting length.

As I made my way, millimeter by millimeter, teasing my way up hir shaft, I realized that hir shaft had at least as much of that delicious flavor of cum - in this case pre-cum - on it as it did lubricant. That greedy hunger for hir seed surged up in me again, and I realized that I was getting wetter by the moment. My ass was up, my tail was flagged, and everyone could see my hot, needy pussy. I felt a convulsion of pleasure from my loins just as I neared Mashara's glans and flicked the tip of my tongue across the frenulum, that potently sensitive spot where the underside of the shaft meets the head.

Mashara moaned and gripped the cushions tightly, hir phenominal muscles bunching and flexing massively as shi struggled to retain hir self control. The lesson continued in my mind. "The longer you keep hir on the edge, just about to cum," Maria had said, "the more intense hir climax will be." With that in mind, and with the hope that a more intense climax would be a more prolific one, I began teasing that spot, careful not to let hir climax, but never relenting enough for hir to regain more control than it took hir to keep from throwing me to the ground and fucking me.

After a minute or more of such teasing, shi was pounding the cushions so hard the marble floor was shaking with the impact despite over a foot of soft padding. Eager for my hot, delicious reward, I wrapped my lips around the head of hir shaft, careful not to even lightly graze hir with my teeth. (It was a stretch, but I barely managed. Damn was shi hung.) I wasn't disappointed, either. The moment shi felt hir glans enveloped in the moist warmth of my mouth, my tongue still sliding along the undreside of hir cock, shi tensed up. Hir shaft pulled towards hir body, flared even thicker in my mouth for a moment, then erupted .

If shi was a fire hose before, shi was a flooding river now. It was, as I'd hoped, as prodigious a climax as I could ask for. Shi came harder, faster, and with more volume than I could hope to swallow. My cheeks bulged, straining to keep even a drop of Mashara's spunk from escaping, and I almost lost it. After a few seconds of wonderful torture, though, the flow from hir shaft began to slow, and I was able to swallow the bulk of what shi had produced.

As shi continued to cum, whimpering and whinneying, and making odd, deep chirping sounds in the back of hir throat, I began sucking in earnest, eager to milk every drop of hir second climax before continuing to give hir a third. It was incredible. It took hir a good fifteen seconds or more, during which I was in Heaven. Not only was I finally satisfying that craving for hir spunk I'd gotten when I licked my face clean, I was doing so in front of a room full of people, all of whom were watching me, all of whom were thinking dirty thoughts about me. I grunted around hir cock as my pussy pulsed again, desperate for someone or something to fill it, but I could hold off for now. Now was about Mashara, and hir pleasure. And, not incidentally, the pleasure and feeling of power I got from giving it to hir.

I was beginning to undrstand what Maria and Haley had taught me about the feeling of power you could get from giving a blow job. I knew how it made me feel to get one: commanding, desirable, potent. It never occurred to me that the same feelings could apply to giving one, until I had. And the fact of who and what Mashara was made those feelings stronger. Shi was incredibly powerful physically. Beyond that, shi could reshape reality to the point that shi had redefined not only my body, but bent reality around the fact of that body, on a whim. And at that moment, I knew that shi was writhing, moaning, and making those adorable grunting chirps because I - little, dainty 4'5" Beryl - had pushed hir to the edge of unbearable pleasure.

When hir breathing calmed down, and the flow from hir cock had reduced to an unnoticeable trickle, I began to move my head. There was a lot more to it, I'd learned Thursday, than simply bobbing my head up and down. The very slight suction that kept hir cock pressed against the rough textured roof of my mouth, and the broad wet roughness of my tongue. My tongue itself, thick and wet and nimble, writhed around inside my mouth, sliding around and along hir shaft as I took it deeper into my mouth with each pass.

I wasn't sure that I could manage hir whole cock - shi was very well endowed even at this smaller size - but I was determined to try. In the meantime, as I'd been taught, my hands continued writhing around and sliding up and down the exposed portions of hir shaft. As my mouth gave my hands less and less room to work with, my thumbs found their way past the shaft to hir pussy, and I began teasing that as well, grazing her clitoris with the smooth, still-lubricated tips of my fingers.

Soon enough, with much writhing and twisting, I managed to get enough of hir shaft into my mouth that the tip of it brushed the back of my throat. This body, I found, did not lack a gag reflex, but did give me the ability to ignore it. I did so, and that urge became just another source of pleasure to me. Changing the angle of my body required leaning more on hir incredibly thick, steel-hard thighs, which I had no problem with. Almost as a reward for my efforts, I was pushing myself further down hir cock, feeling that thick member slide into my throat.

I began swallowing in earnest, and Mashara let out another set of those chirping sounds. The technical term for what my throat was doing around hir glans was peristalsis. To hir, though, what it was was a gentle, insistent tugging, coupled with a rhythmic massage. I could smell hir pussy as well as tasting the meaty length of hir cock, and my own pussy was burning with need.

If my pussy was aching, hirs, I reasoned, must be unbearably so. It simply wasn't fair of me to concentrate almost exclusively on hir shaft, no matter how smooth my thumbtips were on her clit. I forced myself to take more and more of hir shaft, and it amazed me how much there was. I could feel hir cock pushing against the walls of my throat, like it was somehow getting even bigger. Hir pussy was only just out of reach, but it doggedly stayed that way for an agonizing eternity that must have been no more than a few seconds.

Finally, though, I managed to bury my nose in the ruff of fur just above hir sheath, and as I continued swallowing, I shifted my focus from up and down hir shaft to around it. I continued swallowing, my throat continued stroking and tugging at hir cock, and despite its impressive girth, I was just able to squeeze my tongue, thick, wet and writhing, between hir and my naturally pouty lower lip.

I slid that tongue, thankful for its length and flexibility, down along hir sheath, and was finally able to reach hir pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from it, and as I became aware of that heat, I could smell it, too. I began flicking my tongue gently over hir clit, then probing the tip of my tongue into hir pussy, trusting the bumpy, slick surface to tease hir clit as I did so.

My hands, now lacking anything productive to do, busied themselves clutching at Mashara's incredibly hard ass. I felt the bunching swell of hir gluteus maximus, thicker and harder than any bodybuilder I'd ever been jealous of. My tongue practically danced, stretched out along the base of hir shaft, down the outside of hir sheath, and as deep into hir pussy as I could manage.

Hir shaft swelled and tensed in my mouth and throat. It was harder than anything I'd felt before, with the exception of the muscles my hands were gripping as tightly as possible. I felt my hands being pushed apart by those muscles, my fingers spreading to the point I was losing my grip. My tongue was dragged out of hir pussy, and I managed to flick the tip of my tonge across hir clit just a couple of times before all I could reach was hir sheath. My jaw didn't ache, but it made me aware of increasing pressure. I realized, belatedly, that since I'd started forcing my way down hir cock towards that promised land between hir thighs, shi'd begun growing, slowly, for reasons I didn't understand at the time.

My body managed, but as shi grew larger - and therefore hir cock grew longer and thicker - I knew shi could feel me slowly tightening around hir cock. I remember briefly wondering what it must look like. Did I look like some kind of furry condom, with tits and arms and legs sticking off? Or was I more-or-less still my dainty, delectable self? Before the thought could progress to a mental image, though, all my hard work paid off in spades.

Given hir larger size, I shouldn't have been surprised by the force and quantity of hir third climax. I felt some warm, slick moisture against the tip of my tongue, just barely catching the edge of the moisture from hir feminine climax, then the hot rush of hir male organ letting forth a tremendous surge down my throat. The force of it, combined with hir relentless expansion, served to push me off of hir enormous - and still growing - phallus, and I found myself not only with a bellyful of cum, or a bellyful and a mouthful, but filled, drenched, and with every inch of my body covered with the stuff.

It was incredible. It was glorious. It was a hell of a mess. And as Mashara lay back to bask in the afterglow of a climax that little ol' me had overwhelmed her with, the rest of the room closed in to congratulate me, and to clean me off with dextrous, large, wet tongues, and to see to my pleasure - by seeing to their own.

They passed me around the room like a toy. They called me to them and ordered me to pleasure them like a servant. In short, they fulfilled my every fantasy by allowing me to fulfill as many of theirs as I could in the short space of nine and a half hours.

By the time we were done, even my body, designed for pleasure and for pleasuring others, was as close to sore as Mashara's designs allowed it to become - sort of a vaguely not-as-pleasurable numbness - and even Sahara, who I'd insulted so horribly just a day after meeting Mashara, expressed pleasure at my transformation and an eagerness for my return that I couldn't have honestly wished for given my history with hir.

The next few days would be filled with preparation and planning. At Mashara's direction, Haley and Maria outfitted me with clothing, luggage, and about ten times as much money as I thought I'd need to last the whole year, with instructions to call the moment I needed - or even thought I might want more. I don't think those herms understand just how far you can stretch a dollar if you need to. They haven't needed to mind their budget for years, I know: the income they make from their enchanted toys alone fills their bank account faster than they can spend it.

I hadn't gotten a say in the clothing they purchased, and they ordered me not to buy any more for one month. At the end of that month, I was to spend every penny I had left on clothing and toys, and to call them for more. I didn't see how I was going to manage that.

But I looked forward to an incredibly fun time trying.