The succubus admitted it was mind numbingly annoying to hear people still call her Maaya... she might have had that human's memories, and could assume her retconned appearance, but that was where any connect she had ended. Much like the infant Morgonna, she was a new entity unto herself. But giving her true new name would be asking for trouble, but still, this was getting REALLY inconvenient!
"Zack? Please call me Ayami from now on please," if she couldn't give her true demon name, she could give any other alias that suited her, and better than being constantly referred to as her former self.
"Is that your super hero name? Okay Ayami!" The werewolf pup nodded.
Rexie noticed there was a slice or two of cake left. "Hey Zack! Ayami told me you got bullied a lot... do you know where they live?"
Zack nodded. "Yeah."
"Let's see what this magic cake brings out in them."
Rexie thought of her niece, of Rex's niece, of Lilith had really wiped Rex's existence from existence, that meant her niece had never known him... all her times together... Did they even exist anymore? Everything Rex had taught her, was it gone? Rexie thought, 'Then I'll have to meet her all over again if that's the case, becomes friends again, make new memories...'
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(sexual material implied but not shown)
Circe stood besides a cardboard entrance to a darkened hall, the sign reading 'Circe's Trick House, come inside to bring out your furry side.'
Getting into the convention had taken an annoying amount of paperwork, but not as much as for a mere human after Circe had worked her magic. Circe was not human, not even in the slightest. Her father was Helios, the sun titan, her mother had been an ocean nymph. There wasn't a drop of human blood in her. Meanwhile her sister was Pasiphaë, the mother of Asterion, better known as the Minotaur.
Circe saw that men had not really changed much in the last three thousand years. In spite of this being a party to celebrate half-animal forms, there were people selling themselves off in mock auctions who did fit the theme at all, and... there was the stink of men's actions everywhere. Still, if these humans were to become what they were pretending to be, and become indebted to Circe herself in the process... Circe would play along.
The first was an obvious man dressed up a yellow vixen, doing a commendable job of hiding his voice.
"Circe? Classic! I really love your outfit! You have all the details right! And none of that cheap 'Hollywood history' stuff! Most people who dress up as Circe get their ideas from Wonder Woman comics!"
"Why thank you, I like to think I put a genuine effort into my work. Sadly... I wasn't able to find anything to help me with my set--up... Would you mind checking it out as a test run? And if you like it, would you mind helping me?" Circe asked sultry.
"Eh?! ... Well, I'm not doing anything this afternoon, well, if you want to test it out for you... sure... what do I do?"
"Just go through the dark hallway, and do what comes naturally to you... I don't want to ruin the surprise."
"Oh, alright."
The man in the yellow fox suit stepped... and into the dark... Circe waited a few moment, and slowly she heard the moans, then the cries, and finally the beastial snarls... A few minutes later, a naked fox woman stepped out of the dark... Her muscles moved under her fur, her eyes blinked, her fangs set in her panting mouth, the veins in her triangular ears... it was obvious to any who took a glance at her for more than moment that she wasn't wearing a costume. But any who looked at her, simply thought it was odd to see a real anthro-fox at a furry convention, and accepted it as normal. And that she was hot looking!
"Circe... my goddess... " The vixen got on her hands and knees. "Command me. I am yours." There was no enchantment on the vixen, she said this of her own mind. She didn't wonder why when she later found her driver's license that it now showed a naked fox woman.
"Rise. I can't be stuck here all day... lure in other humans to add to my faithful. Others drawn by their own lust, and show the beasts they are already within..."
"As you command Circe... We are yours."
Next, a couple hound dog and pink cat furries saw the naked yellow vixen in the half-shadows, gesturing for them to come hither. The two were drawn in like moths to a flame... A dog's howl and cat's cries were soon heard in the dark, and out came a naked dog man, his sheath visible, and his equally naked furry pink mate. The knowledge of who they had to thank, and that they should thank her, poured into their minds at the same time the transformation happened.
Circe wasn't dumb enough to FORCE people to worship her, insincere prayers were hollow, and meaningless. But these furries, turning their passions and escapes into reality, along with making sure they enjoyed their new selves... They saw her 'miracles' and prostrated themselves before her.
"Circe, our new creator, command us."
"Enjoy yourselves for now... and let every lust filled human here be drawn into the dark..."
"Yes Circe!" The couple said.
As the number of anthro grew, those who were still furries felt more and more drawn to 'Circe's Trick House'. One 'undercover reporter' to report on furries, would write a report praising anthros. And nobody found these naked animal people strange...