Nikea and Midnight had spent hours locked away in a plain and boring office as they sorted the Lilith Fruit changes out with their liaison. Poor Daniel Sullivan had eaten a fruit that turned him it a feline-hybrid, while all Nathan had to deal with was a change in gender. But luckily for both, this wasn't rare enough that the government didn't have a protocol to help people adjust.
A distracted Midnight kept pawing at her uncomfortable and ill-fitting human clothes with her claws. The feline's features were set in a dejected expression while she listened to the federal employee with only half a furred ear, waiting for the first moment she could shred them with her claws. He and her owner were looking out the paperwork for their new lives. A warm, fuzzy feeling crawled down her spine as she reminded herself of that, and she straightened her posture slightly. At least the anthro could take small comfort that he looked as miserable as she did wearing that stuffy attire while he tried to hide his furtive glances and flushed arousal. Owner was probably feeding on it.
It was impossible not to notice her pet's... hardships. Her labored mewling filled their conversation with a constant background hum. And her adorable kitten had already ripped her outfit in several places. Nikea clicked her tongue and leaned over.
A slender hand caressed Midnight's finely furred thigh, sending jolts of electricity coursing through the feline and disrupting her thoughts of her scratch-post waiting at home, before a surprised and hitched purr escaped her lips when the disguised succubus' fingers scratched her testicles and hardening cock through her lace panties with her long nails. Nikea continued to coax the member out of its sheath with languid motions, leaving it to her pet to hide it from civil servant. “Mrrewww!” Midnight buried her padded paws in her lap, pressing against her tenting skirt as she tried to hold slippery member in place.
Midnight's upturned green glowing eyes met the gaze of the man, his gaze now steady and focused entirely on the squirming onyx anthro. A redness had enveloped his cheeks. She returned to looking down, the man mirroring her motion, although with obvious surprise once he figured things out. A little slow, Nikea noted. Midnight, meanwhile, relished her owner had removed her hand, leaving her only with her throbbing cock and pussy.
“Midnight just told me how much she liked you, mh-mmm” Nikea leaned back with a smirk and casually adjusted the hem of her pencil skirt with the hand that had just recently played with her pet's aching balls, “...although it seems you noticed. Why don't you show him exactly how much he turns you on, Midnight, while I put our signatures on these documents.”
With a screech from the chair, the cat girl obediently rose from her seat. She was unsure about where her owner intended this to go, and while he certainly found the man attractive, trim, clean shaven with strong angular features, it had been her fault she couldn't control herself. But the feline relished the excuse to strip, leaving only her collar wrapped tightly around her neck in place. Midnight sighed in relief before leaning so as to put more emphasis on her breasts. She cupped them as she found and toyed with her nipples. Her sigh quickly shifting to a shuddering mewl.
“Mr. Daniel, Nathan this... this is...” The man began to protest even as his eyes were alight with a mixture of lust and shame before a withering glare froze his veins.
“Miss Nikea and Midnight now.” The succubus' velvet voice dripped with venom as she toyed with the thought of turning him into something lower than a maggot. She pushed away the pen with a sharp click against the table. No point in having a pet sign anything. “Normally I wouldn't bother with you. But I need you pliant and eager to vouch for me and cover up any inconsistencies about my exact nature and powers when compared to what I wrote here.” She also had to plan for her future slaves, not all would be as radical changed as Midnight but still enough that their normal lives would be disrupted and raise awkward questions if not handled with discretion.
“Midnight, start sucking my slave's cock.” While the feline crawled over, spreading his legs apart with her paws caressing his crotch and fumbling with his pants, Nikea let out a deep breath as she undid her human disguise. Her conservative business attire melted into a spiked dominatrix leather outfit. It felt like it had been days rather than hours since she last flexed her wings. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the moment that Midnight swallowed his manhood and the release of lust. “It's fine if you use your fangs,” she half-joked as she pulled out her demonic member, fingers delicately teasing the pre-cum dripping crown.
Deciding he wouldn't try anything, she released the hold she had over the man and eagerly watched his large hands enveloping the cat girl's head as he pulled her roughly against him. Any lingering resistance to fuck a hermaphrodite fading. Midnight's muffled mewls of protests melted away as she also surrendered to the haze of lust filling the small office.
Nikea watched as they rutted, feeding on the scene of debauchery. She moaned along with them, working her cock in time with the bobbing of the feline's slightly elongated nuzzle. The Succubus could imagine the anthro's flat and wide tongue wrapping itself around the man's throbbing member, slathering it with saliva as she milked it for its cum. “Yesss,” Nikea hissed, feeling the pressure in the base of her cock building. With a shuddering moan she held it back, enjoying the sight of her slaves acting for pleasure a few moments longer.
As she came, she gathered the white and thick effluence in the palm of one of her cupped hand. It overflowed, spilling onto the carpet. So did her half-erect cock drip onto the floor, leaving a wet trail as she walked over to the official.
Nikea looked into his distant eyes and smiled. Then she closed her hand around his panting mouth, pouring her cum into his gullet and holding it firm until she was sure he had swallowed everything. His body was jerking, hips thrusting forcefully into Midnight's face as the corruption settled and he struggled for breath. She could hear her pet loudly gagging, although with a glance saw her pet drinking deeply of his cock milk with a pleased expression. Nikea caressed his cheek tenderly after she released him.
“Perhaps I'll call you to serve me in person eventually,” a dopey and lopsided smile spread across the slave's lips as his mistress spoke, “but for now, all I need you do is act as if everything is normal. You can do that for your mistress, can't you?” The succubus cooed.