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All around you, you feel a sense of ache and warmth as your muscles protest the return to consciousness. You recall the attack vividly; the hyena witch's cries of pain as the snare snapped her ankle like glass and hoisted her overhead. Her strange, archaic shouting had barely registered in your ears before the world around you went quiet and dark. You thought, perhaps, you'd succumbed to her dark magicks and died.

Now, however, as you feel the aching pain easing away from your every muscle, you realize that you're far too sore to simply be dead. A familiar voice calls out to you from the darkness and you try to raise a hand to bat at whoever is speaking only to realize that you no longer feel your arm where you know it should be. Instead, you feel a strange and altogether foreign sensation coursing through your body.

"Wake up dammit," the voice calls out to you bitterly. "Fuck, I'd never expected to deal with my foot literally falling asleep like this..."

The world around you comes to as you gain an awareness of your surroundings though it's a strange sense of knowing more than actually seeing. In your mind's eye you see the hyena witch from before now towering over you as though she were a giant of olden times. She was looking down at you with a sharp scowl riddled across her muzzle as she reached a hand down to pinch you. You let out a cry of protest but once more the realization is only in your mind's senses; not the physical.

"There you are. Hurt didn't it you little asshole? Now you know how I felt." She snorts and looks around. "Least the magic worked fast. Also before you can wrack your tiny little brain trying to figure out what's going on and give me a migraine I'll tell you the parts you need to know right now. First, I can hear everything you want to say to me so don't make me regret that. Second? You're my paw now for a while so get used to it."

"Your paw?!" you protest angrily as you try to get a better sense of your surroundings. You can feel the oddly formed mass that is now your body wriggle and move without any input of your own; the sensation of five limbs flexing and stretching giving you a sense not unlike a good stretch after a workout. You can feel the tension inside of you ebbing away with every involuntary movement of your, or rather her, body.

"Yeah, consider this a sort of break it and buy it policy. You broke my damned ankle so I replaced it until it heals naturally. I'd explain the real nitty gritty details but honestly you're not going to understand them and I'm only going to drive myself nuts trying to make you understand. So just accept that you're my paw for now and we'll get along fine. Deal?"

What could you really say? "You're not going to hurt me are you?" The question seemed foolish even as you asked it but it was a genuine concern.

"Of course not! Well, not intentionally anyway. Well... not badly intentionally. I do still feel what you feel. You're my paw after all. That said I didn't sculpt your body into my new paw just to go about breaking you. That would defeat the purpose." The hyena hums and grins as she sits back and crosses the leg that you now were attached to over her knee. "That said... I think we can have a little bit of fun together, you and I. At least, I'll be having fun."

Her clawed fingers begin to idly drag along your padded bottom as she seeks out an itch you hadn't noticed in your panic. Giving a whimpering moan, you feel those claws dig into that sweet spot of irritation in your sole as the hyena chuckles in amusement above you. Her fingers then hook between your toes and start to slowly crack each knuckle one by one; sending waves of pure ecstasy racing through your every nerve.

"You know, the bottom of the paw is covered in as many nerve endings as the sex organs if not more. Right now, you're basically one giant sensory fuck toy," the hyena tells you in a low, sensual whisper as she bends her leg with surprising flexibility to bring you up to her muzzle. "I could do so many pleasant things to you like this and enjoy every one of them myself."

She accentuates her promise by starting to run her warm, flat tongue along your sole as she traces along each pad. That warm appendage seeks your every nerve as you cry out in near orgasmic bliss in the witch's mind. You can feel the warmth of her breath washing over you as she gives you a proper bathing. If you still had your own genitals you'd surely have climaxed from the overwhelming sensation that was ripping through your body; only able to imagine just how much your new owner was enjoying this as well.

When her teeth start to gnaw on the claws that tip each of your toes, you call out to her in your mind to beg for mercy. You cry out in overloaded desperation for a reprieve from the stimulation that she is filling your every aching inch with and plead with her for a pause.

"Aw, the poor thing is already worn out? Well, get used to it dear because I think it'll be a while before I look at putting you back to how you were. You're pretty damned nice as a paw and I can tell you enjoy the notion of being one more than you'll ever admit to."

The hyena lowers you to the ground and grinds you unceremoniously into the hot dirt. Starting to shift her weight, she begins to bounce in the air and drive you into the soil time and time again with an amused chuckle.

"There we are. That's much better, yeah?"

In your mind, all you can do is revel in the sensation coursing through you as she begins to walk; her weight slamming you roughly into the dirt with ever step she makes. In some part of your mind you know you should protest and be revolted by the idea that you're trapped as this witch's foot. Instead, all you feel is a deep, hungry desire that maybe she'll decide to make the rest of the trip to her home a run.