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Shattered Shards: Mirror Mirror

By Von Krieger

"Should we really be heading out in this?" Megan asked, peering out the window at the heavy black clouds that let out an occasional ominous rumble over the city.

"I'd like to go out and find something nice to restore," Ember said, twisting his long brown hair between his fingers, "Aside from a little thunder and rain, I don't think we'll have a problem. If it gets too bad, Drew can just pull over and we can wait out the storm."

The eldest of the roommates nodded; the football scholarship holder a man of few words, "My mom's birthday is coming up and I need to buy her something nice anyway." He said, "Might as well get all our shopping done in one trip. Saves gas, after all."

Megan sighed, "I guess you have a point. It just... feels weird out there; like something big and messy is about to happen. It feels like the tornados we had in Iowa, except bigger and... I dunno. It feels wrong somehow."

Ember rolled his eyes, "There you go talking about your psychic powers again." He says with a chuckle.

Megan brushed her dark hair back and glared at him with her equally dark eyes, "Don't make fun of me. I'm the one who's always finding your keys and your wallet when you lose them."

She sighed and turned to stare out the window once more, "Though I guess I could come along. Big as this feels if anything is going to happen, it's just as likely to happen here as it is out on the road somewhere. And with this thing looming overhead, I don't think I'm going to get any homework done."

Ember chuckled and ruffled his friend's hair, "That's that spirit!" he said with a grin, his excitement only made Megan scowl more.

-o-

Twenty minutes later the ancient Nissan pickup Drew had been given by his grandfather pulled up to the curb in front of Ember's favorite antique store. He had a fondness for old crafts, he would go out and purchase something that was a bit worn, usually with paint flaking off, and he would remove the paint, touch it up, stain it, and make it look as good as new.

The rain began to pour down as the trio exited the car, eliciting a mad dash to the front door of the antique shop.

The owner peered over her novel and nodded to Ember, quite familiar with his presence, as he visited her store quite often.

A massive clap of thunder shook the windows; the lights flickered for a few moments before deciding to stay on. Drew and Ember fanned out into the store, browsing the shelves.

Megan found a chair and took a seat clutching her arms as she shivered; the chill she felt had nothing to do with the cold rain. "Oh geez, I feel weird..." she said, her cheeks breaking out into the red-pink of a flush as she felt suddenly warm.

After a few minutes Drew called out from the back of the store, "Hey guys, come take a look at this!"

Ember was there within a few seconds, but Megan shuffled across the store awkwardly. She kept trying to adjust her pants into a more comfortable arrangement, but seemed rather unable to rid herself of the strange, warm discomfort.

The object that Drew has discovered was a large, ornate mirror. It was the kind that stood on its own, rather than being hung on the wall. The bronze frame sported the images of many different kinds of animals, some from legend and myth.

Thunder shook the windows again, and this time the lights stayed out. Megan moaned softly, "Oh fuck..." she whispered.

Ember turned to see what was wrong with Megan as the mirror began to glow a strange purple color, a sort of mist-like energy coming off of it with purple and black.

"What is that?" Drew asked, reaching out with his hand.

"No!" Megan cried, "Don't touch it!"

But it was too late. There was a flash of purple light, and for a few moments, all was dark.

-o-

Light returned, the three teens finding themselves standing in a cavern. Looking around them the three teens saw a large collection of strange objects on crudely constructed shelves.

"Wh-what just happened?" Drew asked, his eyes wide.

"I..." Megan doubled over, moaning loudly, "I told you not to touch it!"

"Ah! Customers!" came a strangely accented voice, "Welcome to Muldoon's Mystic..."

A six foot tall fox in an ornate wardrobe stepped around the shelves, his words cutting off in mid sentence.

"Invaders! Naked salamander monsters!" the fox cried, backing away.

The three teens gawked at the talking, two legged creature.

"No, we're..."

The vulpine chanted some strange words, making gestures with his hands, and the trio found themselves once again transported to another place.

-o-

The storm that had raged in their city seemed paralleled in the jungle around them, heavy rain pouring down around the wreck of an old cabin. Three walls still held and the roof was still functional.

Every so often the ground shook, accompanying the small tremors were changes in scenery, the collection of plant life around them seemed to move and shift, sometimes even vanishing before being replaced by another arrangements of trees, bushes, stalks, and vines.

Megan had passed out during the forcible relocation from cavern to cabin, and neither Ember nor Drew felt comfortable giving more than a few words on the matter.

Perhaps fifteen minutes passed until Megan regained consciousness. She moaned softly and gripped her head with both hands as she sat up.

"Oh gods, it's so hard to... to think with all this and... and the weird feelings." She panted.

Ember offered a hand to help Megan up, but she paid it no attention, instead lying back down, "Do you have any idea what's going on?" he asked.

Megan nodded her head slowly, wincing, "It feels like things are... being pushed together. Like two balls of clay being smooshed into one another, but cleaner and less forceful. It's like they're swirling into one another."

The two boys looked out at the altering landscape.

"That looks like what's going on out there." Drew said, pulling off his jacket and rolling it up to provide a pillow for Megan.

"Thanks." She said, resting her head on it, placing one arm over her eyes.

After a few minutes a strange, sweet smell began floating around the ruined cabin, despite the rain.

Ember turned to Drew, "Do you smell that? It smells good, but weird."

Drew's face reddened a little bit, "Yeah and it's making me feel... funny."

Megan groaned from the ground, "Is it making you feel... horny?" she asked through clenched teeth.

Both the boys blushed and nodded, "Yeah." Ember reluctantly admitting.

Megan blushed as well, "I... I think it's coming from me. I don't know why it's doing what it's doing but I've felt..." she let out a soft moan as she shifted position, "Horny and weird since we entered the store. I think it's a side effect of whatever is going on. I..."

Her blush deepened to a shade of red, "I'm so horny I can't even think straight, and it's giving me a headache. Plus I feel really... cramped down there. I need to..." she winced, "Take care of this. I... I just can't keep going like this. Please don't look."

Ember and Drew turned their heads away, looking out into the woods rather than at their lust-stricken friend.

Megan fumbled with the button on her jeans, but finally managed to unzip them. She cried out as something seemed to surge forth from her now that it was no longer constrained in a cotton prison.

Her cry made the two boys turn around; the trio shared the same expression of shock as they stared at the eight inch tapering length between Megan's legs. Her hand immediately darted into her panties and she moaned as she cupped her new balls and her fingertips brushed against the swollen netherlips of her pussy.

"I'm st-still a girl... kinda..." she said, trying to remove her hand from her pants, but she couldn't.

Once her body had felt the first hint of sexual pleasure, it didn't want to give it up. Megan couldn't help but start fingering herself. She sat up and leaned forward, then growled in frustration that she wasn't quite flexible enough to make mouth and member meet.

"Oh fuck..." she whimpered, eyes tearing up, "I'm drooling. I'm fucking drooling and I want a cock in my mouth.

"I don't..." Ember began, but Megan virtually pounced him, popping the fly buttons off his fatigue pants with a tug. His eyes widened in shock as his erect shaft suddenly had Megan's lips wrapped around it.

"Megan, stop. Megan, stop! Megan, st... oh Megan, don't you dare to stop." Ember gasped, Megan's tongue felt strange upon his shaft, dry, rough, and sandpapery. He reached down and gripped her head, thrusting into her mouth, bewitched by the herm's pheromones.

Drew sighed and shook his head, looking out into the forest, "Dude, you have all the luck."

"Stop bitching and fuck me!" Megan growled, able to control her craving for cock for a few moments.

Though he had some reservation, Drew found himself standing and immediately walking over to where his two friends were already engaged in an act of pleasure. Megan's strange scent upon the air had already provoked him to almost aching hardness.

Within a few moments his pants were tugged down to his ankles, as were Megan's own. Drew groaned as he slid into her eager depths, though well-lubricated she felt incredibly tight, and only seemed to grow tighter as he thrust into her.

Ember was feeling the same sort of effect, but he did not notice it. Nor did Megan feel any ill ease at her increasing pleasure; she merely increased her pace, her body aching to be filled with powerful, masculine essence.

She brought them to climax again and again; their bodies continuing onward after climax without flagging of lust, so powerful were the pheromones of Megan's heat. The two males had exchanged places several times, and as lust fogged their minds more and more, at Megan's coaxing Ember finally began to give her neglected maleness attention.

It was the first climax from this that seemed to let all the tension out of Megan, allowing the flames of her need to die down to mere cinders.

Darkness had fallen and the rain still continued. Though a breeze blew, it was warm, and the three had no problems snuggling up against one another to sleep.

-o-

The peaceful dawn was shattered by Megan's surprised cry. The young woman having awoken to discover that the addition of a male organ was not merely a dream, and also to the realizations that such was not the only portion of her anatomy that had changed, nor was its mere addition the end of changes in that area.

Stirred to arousal through the morning hormone production, Megan's member was proudly erect at nearly twice the eight inches it had been before. Though what worried her more about it was the fact that it was beginning to look less and less like a human phallus, the skin tightly against it and the rounded head and cylindrical length tapering off.

The growth wasn't merely confined to her loins, her bra strap had snapped during the night, unable to contain the mass of her expanding breasts.

Megan brought a hand to her chest, moaning softly at the sensation that filled her as she gave a breast a gentle squeeze. The touch was enough to make a wet spot appear upon her shirt.

"I... I'm lactating!" she said, horrified.

The two males didn't seem to notice, as both had alterations of their own.

Similar to Megan, the two had essentially fallen asleep without re-clothing themselves after their romp, so their own morning erections towered for all to see, and one could easily see that something was different.

Ember's length was headed much in the way of Megan's, becoming long and thin and tapering. Drew's, however, was bigger all around, longer and thicker. Unlike the other two it was not tapering, but retained the same length throughout, except at the head where it had begun to widen.

On all three the skin at the base had begun to form a sheath, located just above large, heavy, seed-filled balls.

But their members were not what drew their attention. Ember was staring at his hands, which had their shape altered overnight, along with a portion of the rest of him. Looking upon him, one saw a very androgynous build.

Drew was also staring at his hands, the two inch long claws sprouting from his thicker fingers completely alien to him. The white, triangular-indent claws looked almost wickedly sharp.

The football player also sported a pair of b-cup breasts, and had a general feminization of his features, much as Ember had gone through.

Megan's ears had grown and elongated, and after discomfort while sitting, Ember discovered he had the beginnings of a tail, nearly a foot and a half long.

"What's happening to us?" Ember said, stating what was on everyone's mind.

"We look like we're changing, gaining animal features. Like that fox in the store. But I don't know why I'm getting more masculine, and the two of you are growing more feminine." Megan said, absently running her fingers over her tapering length.

"And why are we so... so..." Drew licked his lips and turned his gaze away from his companions.

"Lustful?" Megan offered, "I have no idea. It just... I just... oh it feels so good." She moaned, as her stroking became not so absentminded anymore.

Ember reached over and gripped Megan's hands by the wrists. "St... stop that. We're not going to get anywhere if the three of us get ensnared and enraptured into another sex marathon. We need to get out of these woods, find some civilization or something, and try to figure out what's going on. We need to find a way to get home."

He looked over at Drew, who was sighing softly as he cupped the new additions to his chest. He jumped when Ember called his name.

"Drew, don't you start too. For all we know giving into our need is the reason why we changed more in the first place."

Drew blushed and immediately ceased fondling himself, "I was just curious. Haven't you ever wondered what it would feel like to... well... you know?"

Drew stood and pulled up his pants, wincing as he tried to align his new member in the least uncomfortable manner. He had to use his pocket knife to make a new notch in his belt so that his pants would stay on due to his narrower waist and wider hips.

"If we don't fix this quickly, guys, I think we're going to be finding out what everything feels like as a member of the opposite gender. C'mon, let's get going. I can hear running water. Follow the flow and we'll eventually come across some sort of habitation."

Megan pulled off her jeans and tossed them aside, they were too tight to wear; her body seemed to have grown overnight. Though she still felt incredibly horny she followed Ember, stroking her manhood as she walked along, a blissful smile on her face.

Drew dressed as well, blushing and looking down at his shaft, which stuck up out of his pants and had to be concealed beneath his shirt. He licked her lips again and shook his head.

"No way." He said to himself, "I'm not sucking one of them off, no matter what."

-o-

About two hours later Drew was on his knees, shirt off, Megan's cock sandwiched between his tits. He'd been downwind from Megan the entire time they'd been walking, and her heat-scent had finally overwhelmed him.

Ember stood well away from the two, not wanting to get caught up in the action. He let his two friends have their fun, since it seemed that the transformations weren't related to sex.

Megan couldn't stop touching herself as she walked, and as a result brought herself to climax several times since they had started out.

She seemed the least changed so far, her ears had grown a little and smoothed out, otherwise the only change seemed to be that her tits and cock had grown even bigger, and that was a change that seemed to be occurring to all three of them, though at different rates.

Drew's growth was the most noticeable, his breasts were already the same size as Megan's, and his thicker cock dwarfed her own. Ember could see his friend growing more feminized as the day wore on, he could also see Drew's claws becoming larger as well.

But of the three, his own transformation seemed to be the furthest along. As Ember looked down into the placid water to gaze at his reflection once more he shook his head. If you went by looks there was no way you could call him a male anymore.

His body shape and facial features had smoothed out, grown more feminine and curvy, though Ember's breasts were still the least noticeable of the trio. He also seemed to have gained the most bestial aspects, as his ears had become triangular, rising to the top of his head.

Between the ears and the three foot long tail behind him, Ember was rather sure he was transforming into some sort of feline. He looked over at his friends in time to see Megan pull her member from Drew's mouth, crying out as she climaxed and coated Drew's face and chest in her seed.

Drew's eyes were half lidded as his tongue, now forked, slithered from his mouth to lap up the mess.

Ember gritted his teeth and swallowed several times to prevent himself from drooling. He had felt pangs of hunger all afternoon, but with no idea of what was safe to eat, none of them had any sort of food since they'd arrived.

Though oddly with all the growth, Ember thought that they ought to be even more ravenous than they already were. Unless the energy for the changes was being provided by an outside source, which would allow for the...

Ember couldn't stand it anymore; he got up from his rock and approached his friends, before he could stop himself his lips were wrapped around one of Megan's nipples, drawing out the surprisingly sweet milk from within.

Megan sighed happily and reached down, coaxing Ember's shaft into her sex. "Aaah... you feel so right inside me, Ember. I think we're becoming the same kind of creature, you and me. Maybe we're going to be literally made for one another?" she said with an almost drunken giggle.

"Mmm... we already have matching tongues." He said, beginning to purr as Ember's feline tongue caressed her as he drank hungrily from her.

Ember felt Drew press up against him, sandwiching him between his two friends, "I... I can't help it, Ember, you look so pretty and I... I think I'm in heat now too." Drew said softly.

"I... I'm like Megan, boy and girl, and I need to..." Drew moaned softly as Ember's tail curled around his... her shaft.

The only non-hermaphrodite member of the trio couldn't help it, caught up in the twin overpowering 'fuck me' pheromones the other two were putting off, he found himself longing for sex as much as the other two.

Drew's length was, long and thick, but somehow it slipped into Ember without much discomfort.

"Nrrgh... I hate this but it... it feels so good, I can't help it."

Ember couldn't pull his mouth away from Megan's breast to respond, but he found himself purring in agreement as Drew's clawed hands found their way to Ember's breasts. Apparently all the self-inspection had given Drew some experience in coaxing wondrous pleasure out of them.

Ember quickly found himself succumbing to the same overpowering lust that consumed his friends. He found himself beginning to purr as he felt himself growing in certain areas. He filed that bit of data away for later use, arousal and desire meant cock and breast growth.

But Drew was right; it did feel so very, very good. The overwhelming need tore his inhibitions apart. Ember was rather sure he'd slip his prick into an animal if it gave off the same scents as his friends.

At the moment he felt like an animal, all purrs and soft growls, unable to control himself, thrusting eagerly into the sex of a heat-stricken female as he himself was filled in the manner of one.

He wondered how long it would continue, how big they would grow, and if their need for sex would ever let up. Or were they doomed to eventually grow immobile with their massive manhoods and mammaries, surviving off their own magic-produce seed and milk?

Ember finally managed to pull himself away as that thought crossed his mind, but it was at that moment that Megan pressed her lips against his, grinding against him as she climaxed. The warm tightness around his shaft, and her hot seed upon his belly sent him over the edge, his tightness triggering a torrential release from Drew.

The two lusty herms hugged the shemale tight between them. Ember found himself unsure if given the opportunity he would chose to go back to his human self, or to allow the changes to continue and see where they lead.

He felt strange; there was a complete lack of concern in his mind for the growing alterations to his gender, to his sex drive, to his now seeming complete lack of sexual inhibition, his sexual preferences, and several other things.

It seemed to be the easiest path to simply relax, to let the changes happen and see where they took Ember and his friends.

-o-

Night closed in around the three several hours later. The waterway they followed had spread out into a swamp. Thankfully they had found an old campsite, a few discarded flints around that could be scraped with Ember's swiss army knife in order to get sparks.

In order to prevent further incidents, Ember had asked Drew and Megan to walk on opposite sides of the creek. He had also changed position from in front to behind as the blowing of the wind warranted, wanting to keep well away from their lust-inducing pheromones.

It didn't help much, each of them were still incredibly horny, breasts and cocks growing several more inches throughout the day. There had been changes of a bestial nature as well.

Four additional nipples had appeared on Megan's belly, and although they hadn't developed into breasts, they were worrisome in that they were a more bestial trait, a deviation from humanity.

A few hours later, Ember had acquired the same feature, only the change had not stopped at merely nipples. He'd been forced to move his t-shirt around, the bulk of his breasts such that it would only reach to the bottom of his middle pair.

What had caused them to stop for the day had been Drew's transformation. With an uncomfortable sounding series of cracks and pops, her legs had begun to transform into a different shape. It had made walking impossible.

They had settled down to sleep cuddled up against each other after having dinner. Megan and Drew had greedily drunk from Ember, while the shemale had only drunken lightly from Megan. Somehow they had managed not to start fucking each other silly.

The powerful, mind-numbing scent that the two heat-stricken herms put off seemed to dim while they were asleep. All three of them were still fully erect in their sleep; Ember's own shaft dripped thick precum onto his belly and breasts. The three of them were making a bit of a puddle. The scent made Ember's mouth water, but he managed to control himself.

Ember quickly found himself slipping into slumber, not even able to escape his lustful need even in his dreams. There was no clarity; everything was soft, fuzzy, insubstantial save for the sensations of pleasure.

He dreamed of a cock in his mouth, not that of Drew or Megan, it was smaller, oddly shaped, it had an ovoid, egg-shaped bulge at the head and an odd swelling at the base. But it was absolutely delicious, and Ember sucked on it gleefully, even as his tail was lifted and a similar shaft found its way into him.

He felt faint sensations, clawed hands groping, caressing, tearing away his clothing, sharp toothed mouths playfully nibbling and nursing at his breasts, though his cock was frustratingly ignored.

The dream continued throughout the night, with Ember's body shifted into different positions. Most of the time was spent on his back, with his tits used for nursing, and also for fucking from more of the strange cocks.

Eventually the dream faded, as all dreams did. The fire seemed to have died overnight, but the sunlight poking through the canopy. Ember opened his eyes and yawned, feeling stickiness clinging to most of his body.

He was startled to full consciousness, looking down at his body, and finding it covered with dried and drying cum. What was more frightening was the fact that once more his body had changed overnight, far more radically this time.

He could see, and feel, a short muzzle upon his face, sharp, canine teeth within his mouth, and the retractable claws that his nails had become left no doubt about what he was becoming.

Ember looked over his hands, flexing them experimentally; finding out how to extend his claws. The skin on his palms hadn't grown out into a pad yet, but it had begun to darken and change color and texture.

While he had thought himself becoming a feline, the inspection of his cock and tail left some doubt in that. His cock was strange, it had become thicker, no longer tapering so noticeably. While it still came to a point, there was a bit of a head to it. Ember shuddered as he found it to be a mix of the feline state his shaft had been in before, and the shape of the cocks he had taken in his dream last night.

Only it wasn't a dream, it had been real, as his messy, cum-covered body attested to. He faintly remembered the feeling of scales against his bare skin, a thought that made his cock quiver and coat his six breasts with a generous burst of precum.

Aside from his cock, another lizard-like transformation had been his tail. Long and thin the night before, waiting for fur, it was far larger now, thicker and heavier. It was perhaps half again the length of one of Ember's legs.

He reached out and ran a fingertip over it, having to bite his tongue to stifle a moan from the action. Rubbing the underside of his tail made him feel strange, aching to be filled.

Ember reached between his legs, but found only smooth skin behind his balls, he wasn't a hermaphrodite yet, thankfully. But he could feel small twinges in his belly as something seemed to be shifting around.

Only then did his gaze go from himself to the area around him. He was in a woodwork cage, one of several in a line, rather like stables. There was a bucket of water in his stall, and a loaf of bread with some cheese on it in a bowl just outside the cage door.

On one side he found Megan, curled up, purring happily, looking equally as used as Ember did, and just as transformed. She too sported the additions of a lizard tail and lizard-like cock, but her feline changes had gone down a different path. Ember could see faint rosettes upon her skin, marking her as a leopard or a jaguar.

On the other was a strange, black skinned woman with pointed ears, brilliant white hair, and a thick reptilian tail. She was sitting with her eyes closed, but they opened as she heard Ember's movement.

Ember did a double take; the woman's skin wasn't merely dark colored, but actual, midnight black, and her hair color appeared to be perfectly natural.

She smiled at him, showing small fangs, "Aaah, you must be one of the arrivals from the homogenized world of technology." She said, "Never seen a sentient being not of your own species before, I take it?"

Ember's tongue was tied, he could only nod.

"That would explain your..." she gestured at Ember's large, milk filled breasts and huge cock, "Assets. You don't even know enough about magic to know not to venture into this realm without a shield to keep the ambient magic away."

"This realm is filled with stray fertility magic. It seeks to create new life, but beings not of nature confuse it. All it knows are animals, and so it infuses the unknown with bestial life. Not knowing our kind, it cannot determine our gender, and so it grants both to make sure."

"The more you resist it, the more it coats you in magic, the way an oyster coats a grain of sand to make a pearl. Once your body is converted, it begins to eat away at your mind. You forget where you have been, you embrace your new homeland with adoration and glee."

She sighed, "And if you're not careful, you get forcibly drafted into the war between the furred and scaled races."

The dark elf's face twisted into a scowl, "But don't worry, we're not going to be doing any fighting, oh no. The new 'sallies' as they call us, short for salamander, are charged with 'morale boosting' activities."

She looked over Ember, "They're not going to lay a claw on you or the other feline. The scaled alteration didn't take. Too much mammal in your systems already. None of them would be caught dead fucking a furball."

"Your large, reptilian friend on the other hand..."

-o-

Drew moaned softly as she was placed in a cage, she got to her knees, gripping the bars with her handpaws, mewling softly, her tongue lolling out, lapping at the air, seeking out a reptilian member that wasn't there.

It wasn't fair! She hadn't finished yet! Her body still surged with enough arousal that she wanted to bed the entire lizardman army. Once it became quite clear that she wasn't going to be played with anymore, she snuffled around her cage, finding food and drink, which she quickly devoured.

Despite a stomach full of cum, she craved something more nourishing. It was only after her bestial desires were pushed aside did she recall that she wasn't exactly supposed to be looking as she was.

She wasn't at all sure when it happened, but she looked very different from how she remembered herself. Her skin was a deep emerald green, not yet scales, but well on their way. Her body, while large, was also lithe and slender, more feminine and serpentine.

A thick tail, half again as long as her body, extended from behind her and a short, blunt muzzle protruded into the lower portion of her vision. Her teeth were also sharper, and her claws were full sized and rather lethal looking.

She didn't mind the changes at all, in fact, she was rather fond of them, becoming more like the wonderful lizards that were oh so eager to play with her. A faint hint of warning and confusion tickled at the back of her mind, but she was not sure why it would be as such.

She was safe and warm here, after all, she would be given plenty to eat and drink, and be provided with all the sweet, wonderful lizardcock she could handle. Or at least that could handle her.

She had, after all, been pulled away before she'd been fully satiated, though that just might've been because she was full. Her belly was nice and round, heavy with the sheer mass of the lizard seed contained within her stomach, sex, and cloaca.

The latter thought confused her, a cloaca was not a sexual organ that she recalled having, but it lead to the womb in her tail, so how could she ever have been without it? But then again she hadn't had a tail before, had she?

Drew stared at the length for awhile until a sound broke her out of her reverie. The sound had been repeated many times with varying volumes. She wondered what it was, blinking a few times and turning her head to find the source of the noise.

Only it wasn't a noise. Actually it was a word, and not merely a word but her own name!

The lizard blinked a few times and stared across the aisle as the sexy stripe-skinned shemale shouted at her again. Her forked tongue flicked out instinctively, as it had been for the past few minutes, which was how the lizard knew that the tigress was a shemale rather than a hermaphrodite like herself.

She smiled and waved at the pretty creature, who would be even prettier once she'd grown proper fur. She looked silly with just faintly colored skin. Though like herself Drew assumed that it would grow more vibrant before becoming fur, just as her own scales would appear sometime soon.

"Hi kitty!" she called back, giggling, "I'd love to snuggle with you, but you're too far away."

The lizard yawned and blinked her eyes, "And I'm pretty sleepy too. Maybe we can snuggle later when the other lizards let me out of my cage?" she said, not bothering to pay attention to a reply before curling up in the straw of her cell, curling her tail around so that it met her snout.

-o-

"Drew! Drew! DREW! Dammit, wake up, talk to me! DREW!" Ember shouted. It had taken him five minutes to get the big lizard to stop staring at her tail and notice him, and when she did she'd giggled like an airhead and then curled up to sleep.

"Not much use until she's fully transformed." The dark elf said with a sigh, "But even then your friend will be somewhat different. The further the transformation progresses the more your past before you came here doesn't matter. What happens to you in this land does. You embrace it, it becomes your new home, and you forget about your old life and former existence. "

Ember shuddered, looking down over his transformed body, his large breasts and cock beginning to ache slightly, demanding attention. His fingers twitched, longing to grope soft tit-flesh, to encircle his cock and stroke his length to sweet, explosive, blissful pleasure.

His mouth watered, hungry and eager to take any nearby cock into its depths, his velvet tongue slipping from between his lips unbidden, his body leaning down, down, down, craving to lap the sweet, translucent precum from the ovoid head of his cock before it trickled down.

"N-no!" Ember gasped, slowly pulling his head back, his body reluctant to make the movement, "I don't want to live like that! I don't want to succumb to being some sort of sex kitten!"

"Give into your instincts when they arise, get them satiated and out of the way. Better to have a few more moments of clear mind that long drawn out seconds of struggle where you can barely form a thought. Sex or no sex, the magic of this land is going to change you."

Ember whimpered softly, unable to hold back any longer. The sheer size of his shaft coupled with feminine, feline flexibility allowed him to easily engulf the lizard-like head of his cock, coated in sweet, delicious precum. He only had a scant few moments of bliss as he suckled upon himself before the door of his cage was unlocked and a clawed hand jerked him upright.

A smooth, forked tongue slipped between his lips, a softly scaled hand wrapping around his member, gently stroking him, "C'mon kitty," said the lizardman guard with a chuckle, "You and your sister there are going to be the entertainment for tonight."

The lizard's tone was sinister, but Ember couldn't help but follow him, literally lead by the cock. His body craved sex, and it didn't care about the origin of it. He found his thoughts shoved rudely aside, filled with erotic yearnings. He found himself longing for another orgy, to have every inch of him, it seemed, used to pleasure his captors.

His flesh wanted to be used so very badly, disappointed when he was lead up onto a raised platform in the center of the encampment, a collar placed around his neck, a thick chain leading to the stone of the platform.

Megan was similarly chained next to him, her own body surging with the lust that came with waking from slumber. She nearly threw herself upon Ember, only the two guards holding her prevented it.

"My disciples." said a voice from behind Ember. He turned his head to see a lizard dressed in leather robes, scales painted with small runes, a staff adorned with a gemstone in one hand.

"The Destinies have seen fit to deliver upon us more gifts, in the form of three untouched salamanders. One of them will make a fine matron, granting our tribe strong warriors in the future!"

A chorus of cheers came from the gathered throngs of scaled warriors, making Ember wince, his triangular ears going flat against his head from the noise.

"Sadly these two shall not be joining the ranks of out kin, but there is no reason that they cannot please us in other ways." The chieftain-shaman said, raising his staff.

Tendrils of glowing green and orange light began to swirl up from the ground, flowing to the gem upon the staff, the four lizardman guards quickly retreated.

Ember and Megan merely stared at the glow, awed by the sight of magic, real magic, something that had been impossible in their world.

"Will of the Land, shape these two as you see fit! Allow your bounty and fertility to flow within them, fill them with pleasure so that your chosen may also experience pleasure in the sight of your wonders!" With a theatrical flourish, the shaman discharged the magic, the tendrils leaping from the staff, the green seeking out Megan and the Orange flowing into Ember.

The effect was immediate, Ember's consciousness evaporated, replaced by a raging beast intent on fucking anyone and anything that came within reach. He tried to stand, but found his legs and feet were not up to the task, nonfunctional as they cracked and popped, reforming into a bestial shape.

His six breasts swelled mightily with milk, he couldn't remember ever having six before, but they felt so nice, so full, so natural, just another part of him.

Leather padded palms gripped milk-filled breasts, sending twin streams of whiteness surging forth, splattering upon the platform.

Megan crawled forward, yellow and black fur rippling as it grew from her skin, emerald eyes fixating upon the puddle as she slunk forward, lowering her head, lapping up the sweet treat and then continuing forward, interested in the sexy tigress so very close to her, perfect for fucking.

Ember yowled like the cat in heat that he was, jaws popping, teeth growing into a proper feline shape. He began to crawl as well, ignoring the tickle of tawny fur as it surged from his skin.

His tongue felt strange, needy, needing to be thrust into something. He leapt, the leopardess doing the same, the two meeting in mid air in a passionate embrace. He thrust his suddenly longer, thicker tongue into her mouth, feeling it swallowed up by something tight, something that wrapped around all of it.

The two growled, each trying to cram their cock into the other, but lacking the more convenient opening of a female, Ember came out the victor, his massive prick forcing its way into Megan's painfully tight depths.

The leopard cried out, arms wrapping around the tiger, pulling him to her, their full breasts mashing up against one another, thick streams of milk pouring from them, oozing down their furred bodies to pool between them.

Then there was pleasure, sweet, full-bodied, erotic pleasure that shot through them. Ember felt his nipples growing, thickening elongating, and somehow Megan's were giving way to allow his entry into her tits.

She thrust against him, her shaft secured in a wet, creamy tunnel, furred breasts lubricated by oddly slick milk. It was sex, strange, deviant, monstrous sex. Ember's dicknipples and cocktongue meeting their feminine equivalent within Megan.

But still the magic flowed into them. The obvious places altered, the two fully transformed from human to catfolk, the fertility magic sought out new places to change and to enhance.

Hips widened, facial structure was altered, fur patterns tweaked, and finally the magic found one last place to put something.

The tip of Ember's tail grew, pink flesh growing, taking on the now familiar egg-shape of a lizard-like cockhead. Once more Ember found a matching organ upon Megan, her tail slipping over his own, swallowing the furred length into its depths.

Their lust not allowing them to part, Ember and Megan's faces shifted, muzzles entwining in a grotesque kiss, not merely a loving embrace, altered by the act into an obscene form of copulation. His tongue swelled as her throat altered.

Tears leaked from their eyes as they wept for their lost traces of humanity and innocence. The more warped their bodies became, the more they were transformed purely for sexual purposes, the greater their pleasure became, the less the old world mattered, the less their captivity mattered.

All they began to care about was to remain locked in embrace, Ember's many shafts penetrating Megan's many slits, oozing, dripping, drooling, leaking with lubrication and seed and milk as the lizards around them cheered.

Perhaps that was it, the cheering, the fact that the lizardfolk cared so little about they that they used magic to warp the forms of captives merely for entertainment, perhaps it was the last opportunity a fading spirit saw to save itself.

The fertility magic continued to flow up from the ground, concentrated onto the shaman's staff. Ember's tawny fur seemed to glow for a moment. But in that moment the staff erupted into searing flames.

The lizard cried out and dropped the staff, the crystalline orb rolling free from it, the tendrils of fertility magic lashing out in random directions.

One last flicked of energy spilled over the two felines, flowing through Megan as her tormented body was able to finally release in climax. It surged from her to him, the heat centered in Ember's belly and loins. And then he was male no longer.

The last change that shot through him as his many shafts exploded with a flood of seed was that of a soft, gentle surge within him, transforming him to a her. Gender no longer mattered to Ember, as long as he could retain a sense of self, of what he had been before, that was enough.

Ember ran her finger through Megan's hair, comforting her as his body calmed, cocks shrinking, flesh altering back to the way it had been before, almost.

"We'll get out of here." he whispered as the lizards around them panicked, seeking to flee from the stray bolts of fertility magic that streamed around, searching for a body to alter, for a sack to filled with seed heavy balls, a cock to extend, ovaries to excite, or a new gender to add.

It was some time before the camp settled down, the worn and weary 'entertainment' carried back to their cages.

Once the guards had gone, Ember rolled to his side, opening glowing orange eyes as he looked upon the dark elf in the neighboring cell.

"Elf," he said with quiet determination, "Tell me of magic and fire."