"Next, introductions," Junia continues briskly, not deigning to confirm your suspicions despite knowing that your gaze has wandered down to her bulge. "I am Junia Faeglim; 'June' to my friends, and 'Mistress' to you. Your name is Coral."
"What!?" You burst out in shock. "That's not --"
"Slave." Your mouth closes instantly. She hasn't raised her voice, but the playfulness has suddenly become sharp warning. "No more back-talk. Your next infraction will earn you more than a verbal reprimand. Are we clear?" You nod. Despite yourself, you feel a little ashamed at having disappointed your owner. "Answer me, Coral."
"Ahh, y-yes... M-Mistress." The words stumble out of your mouth. You don't want to say them. But it feels natural to you now, and you can't repress them. You bite your lip.
"Good. Now." She holds out her hand, and the lead levitates up from where she had dropped it. "Come inside. I'll introduce you to your fellow playthings, and show you what's going to happen to you."
Oh God. You gulp at that. What is going to happen to you? As you follow her listlessly up a few steps onto the porch, you play back over the hints you've picked up. It's not promising. That rat woman had referred to you as "her," and your Mistress -- Junia -- had responded by calling you a girl. Just now she said that her cock would change you in body and soul.
You really don't like where this is headed. And given what you've seen, there's little doubt that this vixen witch could turn you into a woman if she wanted.
Your unhappy thoughts are interrupted as you feel the chain go taut. You trip a bit over the threshold as you are pulled inside. The door closes quietly behind you and a bolt slides into place -- definitely enchanted. The witch grins at you as she unpins her cloak.
"You need to be more attentive, Coral."
You nod, abashed. Before you can do anything else, there's a joyous cy of "Mistress!" and a white figure comes bounding into the little entry hall. You gawk at the busty hourglass figure of another vixen, naked except for a leather collar, fancier then yours, tooled and studded with polished white stones, and a red gold D-ring.
She herself is white from the tips of her folded ears and long, human-like hair to the end of her furiously wagging brush, except for her black nosepad and pale pink nipples -- and the hot pink mark over her lower belly, matching yours apart from colour. Even her eyes are a sparkling white, set off from her sclera by a narrow black band.
She's also a deal shorter than Junia -- despite excitedly bouncing on her paws. Which, together with her waggling rear, also has the effect of making her "assets" jiggle furiously; adding to your uncomfortable arousal.
"You're back! Welcome home, Mistress!"
Junia's smile turns into something genuinely warm as she hangs up her cloak alongside several others. "Hello Moon." She opens her arms.
This is what the white fox has been waiting for. She barely spares you a glance before jumping into Junia's embrace, where she is held several inches off the floor while she nuzzles and licks at Junia's face. Their bosoms press and roll against each other, amping up your arousal and your shame as you try to cover your erection.
Finally the kissing comes to a close. Junia sets her back down, and turns her to face you.
"Moonstone, meet Coral, the newest addition to my pleasure harem."
"H-Hey!" Moonstone giggles as Junia lifts her hand again to scratch her ears and stroke her hair. "Pleased to meet you, Coral! You're gonna love it here so much -- I can't wait to show you!"
"Moonstone was my first personal slave. Mama got her for me when I completed my wizard trials, some dozen years ago. He had been attending a college too -- oh yes, he was a man like you -- and thought he was too smart to be a 'fucktoy.' But my cock soon put him in his place, and now he's a good, happy girl. Isn't that right, Moon?"
"Heehee, yes Mistress!"
You shake your head slightly, still staring at the white vixen. Junia is obviously trying to rub this in your face... and it is definitely working. You idly wonder just what the former human had been studying; but mainly you wonder, gut clenching, if you will end up like this. You can't imagine fawning over your "mistress" like that, but...
"Now come, you two; let's meet Agate."
"Yay!"
You follow along behind the two, torn between glimpses of Moon's aptly large white butt cheeks through her wagging tail; wondering how she manages to bounce and snuggle with Junia at the same time; and dreading what's to come.
As you enter the front room -- a well-appointed parlour, with stairs running up to an encircling balcony on the second floor -- your attention is immediately caught by a strange figure entering the room. From the neck down, she is a vixen, black-furred with a white tail tip, with a relatively modest bust on her slender frame. From the neck up, however, she has an androgynous face, completely human except for her pointed ears, though they are more elfin, with just a tuft of black fur at the tips. Her hair, a silvery grey, is also worn loose and long like Junia's and Moonstone's.
Like her and you, the hybrid wears nothing except a collar -- decorated leather set with dark purple and black stones, bearing a platinum D-ring -- and the witch's mark on her belly, white to contrast her fur.
"Welcome home, Mistress," she says in a much more measured tone, bowing formally. She shows more interest in you than Moon did, eyeing you with what might be pity -- though her eyes are drawn to Junia as well, a deep hunger in their smoky hazel depths.
"Don't be shy," responds Junia as she disengages from Moonstone. She beckons the hybrid over and then loosens the sash around her waist. "Come meet Coral. Coral, this is Agate -- she's been here less than a year, and as you can see, some of her humanity -- and masculinity -- still remains."
At the words, you do a double-take. She isn't completely vixen below the neck after all -- a small human cock hangs from her furry groin, with a small furry scrotum barely visible as she draws close.
"Pleased to meet you... Coral." Her voice is hard to read. She manages a smile, but it's tinged with sorrow and shame. Her eyes slide back to Junia, and her mouth parts in anticipation.
Junia laughs at this. You too look at your mistress as she shrugs off her robe, and tosses it to the eager Moonstone. The white vixen presses her nose into the cloth, inhaling deeply of her owner's scent before folding it and setting it on a chair. But your eyes -- and Agate's -- are riveted on Junia's crotch. As you had predicted, she has a male organ. But you didn't predict its size.
You feel your own modest cock twitch against your shielding palms as you take in the enormous canid member. Released from its cloth prison, it springs up against her belly, suffusing the room with powerful masculine odour. It looks about eight inches long, dark red against her white fur, with a knot as big as your wrist. Your eyes travel up from the base to the leaking tip, then down again, taking in the heavy ballsack, each orb a handful. You're filled with revulsion -- and envy. You've never felt insecure about your manhood before, but you do now, damn it.
Is it her magic messing with me? That idea actually brings some comfort to you, allowing you to affirm that you're not really turned on by a doggy boner. You do not notice as your hands switch from merely hiding your own boner to subtly stroking it.
However, your reaction is nothing compared to Agate's. Her eyes have dilated, and she is honest-to-God panting now. Remembering Junia's words about how much you'll "love" her, you shudder.
"Buying a new slave has gotten me very excited," declares Junia, smirking at you. She takes a seat in an armchair, legs spread. Despite yourself, your eyes are glued on her spire, following its slight movements as it pulses out pre-cum. Her intentions are pretty obvious.