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"Shit." You hit the steering wheel of your car, knowing full well that the angry motion isn't going to do anything. The dashboard light had been flashing an engine warning and now, two minutes later, your vehicle conks out.
That should have been bad enough. But with night upon you, snow falling heavily outside, and your unwise choice of taking the back lanes back home...you're stuck in the middle of uninhabited miles of rural heathland. <<linkreplace "Help is miles away and the developing blizzard outside is quickly adding inches of white snow to the ground...">>Help is miles away and the developing blizzard outside is quickly adding inches of white snow to the ground...
"Damn! You've got to be //kidding// me!" You snap when you discover your phone has died. The device won't even turn on, let alone make a call for assistance. As if anybody would be stupid to drive through the snowstorm! Well, apart from //you//, of course.
You've never been the most sensible of people. On the contrary, you do have a habit of accepting fate in whatever way it played out. You might make poor decisions, but you stuck with them. Shivering in your old car, it's almost comical how willing you are to shrug, accept this might be it, and rummage around for a chocolate bar in your glove box. You don't want to freeze to death on an empty stomach!
<<linkreplace "Something in the corner of your eye catches your attention...">>Something in the corner of your eye catches your attention...
Something bright appears through the car window. You blink at the lights, thinking it might be another car at first. However, it quickly becomes clear that the illumination is stationary...and composed of over a dozen, glowing orange boxes. Windows? Oh...a house! Wait, out //here?//
At first, you think the image might be a strange hallucination.
But then you recall why nobody uses the shortcut across the moor…
''The Vulpine Manor''
The old stately home deep in the valleys of the heathland was an unusual property with a number of surreal, and often disturbing rumours surrounding its existence. You'd heard that the jobs they offered were so good that employees never wanted to leave. Others said that bad things happened inside the mansion's elegant gothic walls. //Magical//, even. People went missing on the moors. Or they came back //changed// from before.
Well. It's not like you had any choice! In this day and age, it's a given that they have a landline to call a mechanic.
You've never doubted human hospitality. And so, zipping up your hoodie with a grimace, you decide you have no better option than to head for shelter. Better try than freeze to ice inside the car. Thus, with your jumper over your shoulders and the salvaged chocolate bar in your pocket, your duck out into the blizzard, and begin the slow trudge [[towards the mansion...|Entrance]]<</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>
This close and the mansion seems //huge!// The gothic exterior of sharp corners and blocky towers frames a squarish house. Sash windows are shrouded by curtains, yet still glow with orange light. Sure, there's a strange vibe to the place...but at the moment all you can think about is how cold you are! //Fffuck!// Your feet are soaked and your skin is frigid. Walking through a snowstorm with a coat was a stupid idea! Your toes dance up the steps to the huge oak doors, trying to keep warm as you look for some kind of doorbell. Snowflakes cling to your short-cropped hair.
"Uh. h-h-hello?" You call, seeing no knocker.
Hands shaking, you instead drum at the large door with a fist. The sound echoes and, after a short pause <<linkreplace "you knock again...">>you knock again...
Only as you reach out do the doors suddenly swing inwards. You yelp, stumbling as your momentum sends you sprawling forwards. It's a struggle to catch yourself, arms windmilling as you blunder...
And find yourself staring face to face with a fox.
You blink, cheeks blue from cold. No words come as you fail to believe your eyes. An anthropomorphic //fox!?// The vulpine's spreads into a cute smile, large eyes round and so human that for a moment you forget the rest of her appearance. Her thick orange fur and shrewd snout outlines an aghast expression. The vixen gapes at your soaked hoody.
[["Oh my! Please, come inside! You look utterly frozen!"|InsideEntrance]]<</linkreplace>>The inside of the mansion is ''warm''. That's all that matters as you sodden clothes drip onto the stone floor. You're sure an idiot for walking through a //blizzard!// The lobby around you is huge, opening up into a grand staircase that curls around to your left. A huge fireplace crackles and instinctively, you're drawn towards the heat.
"Please sir, come warm yourself by the fire!" The door lady worries, concern painted across her vulpine face. She firmly shuts the door, teetering before trying to shoo you towards the stone hearth. Dressed in tight black cotton trousers and a sleeveless blouse, her top does very little to contain a hefty bust. Fuzzy orange cleavage pokes out of the top of a buttoned-down white shirt. Formal, but barely given how she's wearing it.
"I'll ring for the mistress immediately. Would you like to go to one of our warmer rooms? I'm sure the Mistress wouldn't mind...? If so, I can direct you to the [[library|Maid1]], or the [[lounge|Harem1]]. Which would you prefer?
The onslaught of explanations and questions is a bit baffling at first. You blink slowly, brain falling into gear. However, the more your stare around the mansion you've stumbled into, the less things seem to make any sense. The interior design is impossibly grand. Everything is inlaid with dark mahogany or gold. Rich...almost //royal?//
The door lady is the most bizarre. Her actions and expressions are far too complex to be a suit. A real //anthropomorphic// animal? The evidence is undeniable. You try not to gawk as, slowly, your brain looks past the animal features to the elegantly curved figure of the woman underneath.
"I...this…?" You stutter, unsure how to frame the multitude of questions spinning through your head. The fact you're shivering from the fading effects of hypothermia doesn't help. "Have you got a phone I can use?"
"Oh, yes." The vixen offers a sweet smile, orange tail wagging slowly, "But I really would recommend you move somewhere warm for now."
You nod slowly. The door lady mentioned something about a [[lounge|Harem1]] and [[library?|Maid1]] Wiping at your forehead, either sounds more pleasant than being out in the cold. But you're not sure if straying too far inside is a good idea. Maybe the rumours are true? Something is unnerving about the mansion...and having a vixen manning the door is just the start. [[Maybe you should wait for the mistress and let her answer your questions first?|MistressIntro]]. The fireplace here in the lobby is plenty warm enough.
[[Then again, you get the feeling that you might want to leave as soon as possible...|InsistOnLeaving]]You follow the vixen's directions, though you must have gone wrong somewhere. The gothic interior of the house, a mixture of buff stone walls, red carpets, and obscure classical paintings, leaves you nervous. You eye various rooms branching off the corridor. Glimpses of interiors show stark designs that seem out of place with the mahogany inlay. The library should have been just here...right?
<<linkreplace "You're so focused on gawking that you almost walk straight into another member of the house staff...">>You're so focused on gawking that you almost walk straight into another member of the house staff...
"Oh, sorry!" The woman squeaks as she bounces out of your path. "I didn't see you there!"
You blink, face flushing at the sight of another vixen manning the house. She's almost identical to the door lady, though her orange and white form is decked in a neat french-maid uniform. The sultry dress seems far too small as the fox bends down to pick up her feather duster. You try not to stare at the bosom that spills from her top. Or at the white-tipped fox tail that wags from a rather squeezable behind.
"No! I should be sorry! I-I wasn't looking where I was going." You mumble, "And...and is the library down here? I've just arrived and uh...yeah." You're not sure what to say, growing more and more awkward before the maid giggles.
"Oh no! These are the //servants// quarters." The maid shakes her head cutely, "But I'm on my way to clean the library now, you can [[follow me!|Maid2]]"
<</linkreplace>><span class="mistress">"You must be the new arrival."</span>
Facing towards the fire, you don't hear the silent pad of the vixen walking up behind you. Only when the house mistress is practically standing next to your shoulder does she speak. You jump, taken aback by the silky smooth voice...and then the sight of the anthropomorphic fox. Wait, there's more!?
The silver vixen is stunning. And she has no shame in //showing// it, resting her paws folded across a perky chest. Black fur adorns a shrewd muzzle under sparkling orange eyes. Her ears tilt forward, studying you in a way that is almost //predatory//. her eyes glance from your soaked trainers to your unruly hair. You feel naked under such a gaze. Unlike the ditzy door lady, the mistress is clearly both intelligent and mischievous. With her silvery tail swishing, she neatly adjusts an unadorned black leather collar around her neck.
<<linkreplace "You're so focused on her face that you didn't notice her attire…">>You're so focused on her face that you didn't notice her attire…
And now you can't look away. Red latex adorns her breasts, barely hiding the nipples of her bust, wrapping around her shoulders and hugging her crotch in a thong-like covering. It's a jumpsuit of some kind but so revealing that, with a pair of unwrinkled thigh-length rubbery heels, the vixen looks more like an //item// than a person. Eye candy, so much so that your dick throbs with the start of an erection.
"I-I...yes...sorry. My car broke down and...uh...can I use your phone?" You stutter, eyes dancing from her stark amber eyes to the blatant hint of flurry cleavage bulging out from latex her corset.
<span class="mistress">"I don't think anybody would want to rush through a storm like this."</span> The vixen's voice is soothing, if matter-of-fact. <span class="mistress">"I can allow you use of the phones...but I'm afraid it's unlikely you'll be leaving until morning."</span>
You nod dumbly, have predicted such an outcome. Your eyes trail to her bubbly ass and then snap away. The mistress seems to notice, laughing as your face brightens as red as her latex attire.
<span class="mistress">"Why don't I show you to a room while I talk with the master?"</span>she asks. Not that the vixen waits for an answer as [[she guides you to the room in question.|Waitroom]]
<</linkreplace>>You follow the vixen's directions to the lounge, unsure of yourself in the strange mansion. Did you take the left or right turn? Your feet are still soggy but the air inside the manor hour is so hot that you're drying out remarkably quickly. Your footsteps echo down the long, mahogany-faced hallway. There's a number of doors coming off the passage but you're attracted to one in particular.
Music is playing inside. A fast //thump thump thump// of dance beats causes your hasty steps to match the rhythm. You shuffle towards the door and <<linkreplace "can't resist peeking through...">>can't resist peeking through...
Through the crack in the door you see a group of nearly a dozen vixens and they were...aahh!
<<linkreplace "You jump back, but it's already too late...">>You jump back, but it's already too late...
<span class="harem">"Oh a visitor!"</span> A cute orange fox greets you. She's nearly identical to vixen at the door, with black ears and a white tip to her bushy tail. However, this fox is dressed very differently.
You can't help but gawk at her almost complete lack of clothes. A pink, nearly translucent square of fabric hangs around across her groin from a pink belt. The leather is lined with a row of gold bells that jingle as the fox leans forward, a strapless bra of tough pink leather doing nothing but covering her nipples and ensuring the fluffy white fur of her breasts remain perked up to her chin.
<span class="harem">"Hey cutie!"</span> Before you can splutter an apology, [[she grabs the front of your hoodie and pulls you inside.|Harem2]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>Waiting by the fireplace, you gaze around the grand lobby...and let your eye settle on the front door. Tall, gothic windows show nothing of the night outside, though sometimes a flurry of snowflakes batters the glass. Warmer, dryer, and a little more confident; you stride over to the door vixen. She's humming to herself, strangely content to simply wait, only busying herself the slow wag of her tail.
"Uh, excuse me." You try, a little embarrassed at how quiet your voice is. "I'm a lot warmer now. Is it ok if I use your phone?"
The formally dressed vixen perks up, breasts bouncing a little. She lifts her hands to tug at the collar of her white shirt, ears pulled back to reveal a cute smile.
"Oh no sorry. Hehe, I mean yes...But no. Because we don't want to risk you getting all wet again, do we?" She giggles airheaded, barely keeping her fluffy orange paws by her sides. Uh, ok then. The door lady's tail twitches, "Why don't you make yourself at home in the <<link "lounge" "Harem1">><</link>> or <<link "library?" "Maid1">><</link>>. I mean, I don't mind if you wait <<link "here" "MistressIntro">><</link>> either, but the mistress will answer all your questions when she arrives. I'm a little...uh, well...you best wait for her."
[[Given the multitude of queries rushing through your mind, you're not sure why you can't just ask the door lady.|InsistOnLeaving2]]"W-what is this place?" You splurt out before you can stop yourself.
The vixen tilts her head. She studies you for a moment, as if pondering a rather elegant and complex answer.
Her finished article, however, is anything but that.
"It's a mansion. Like, a big house I guess? The master owns it!" She giggles.
"I //know// that." You hesitate, unsure how to phrase the obvious remark. Although, given how airheaded the vixen seems, you doubt she'll care. "But what about you and...it's not a suit is it?"
"No. The master likes to call it a //dress-code."// The vixen tugs at her white shirt, obviously mistaking your comment regarding her vixen body. Though, given how her eyes shift and her dainty face blushes, you're certain the motion it's real. No technology exists today to replicate such natural behaviour. You try a different angle.
"And you enjoy working here?"
"Of course! It's so //pleasurable// and...and I love being able to serve the master! He looks after all his girls so well." You're a little taken aback at the brain-drained spiel of the vixen. Her eyes fail to focus for a moment. A girly chortle breaks her sentence and she struggles to drop into a more serious tone. "But really. <<link "You should wait to see the mistress." "MistressIntro">>"<</link>>
You could do that. [[But, cold and still confused about what you've stumbled into, you want to know more...|TooManyQuestions]]
"Don't you ever leave and...uh..the master? Are they a fox too?" You want to keep asking more and more questions but the vixen' eyes grow blank, mouth dropping open in confusion.
"I uh..no? And-"
<span class="mistress">"And that's quite enough of that."</span> A cold voice slices through the conversation. You jump, heart in your mouth as you stare at the new arrival. Another vixen that silently padded up to meet you. Wait...there's more? Your eyes drop open as you oggle at the woman.
"I'm sorry mistress!" The vixen at the door squeaks.
Mistress? You turn to stare, <<linkreplace "mouth dropping at the fox's gorgeous figure...">>mouth dropping at the fox's gorgeous figure...
A silver fox, standing as tall as you with swirls of white and grey fur adorning a beautiful feminine body. The vulpine's melanistic form is black around her ears, although they pull back into a grimace; fixing you with a cold stare. Amber eyes glimmer in contrast to the soft white fur that speckles her shoulders and chest...and her bosom? Your cheeks grow warm as you try not to stare. Red latex covers only the barest amount required for modesty. A kind of jumpsuit that clings to womanly thighs and overly sexualised hips. You gawk, confused at the juxtaposition between the sultry dress and her calm, almost aggressive demeanour.
<span class="mistress">"I don't think //you// are the visitor that the master was expecting tonight."</span> The silvery mistress hums, latex squeaking as she takes a step closer. <span class="mistress">"A stranger asking intrusive questions at the door. And my, you look so cold!"</span>
You shrink under her gaze. The fox's caring tone is so forced that it's cringeworthy. You can see her snigger as she reaches over to a nearby coat stand and pulls-off what looks like a tight cotton jacket that's very similar to what the door vixen is wearing. The latter stands back meekly, muzzle lowered to the floor in apparent reverence to the silver fox.
<span class="mistress">"Here. Try this on. No, I //insist//. If you've got so many questions about the property, then I'm happy to answer them. But let's warm you up first"</span>
You quiver, too shocked to react with anything but a confused puff. Waah ok! //Personal space!?// The vixen gets so close that you get a small semi from the scent of her preened fur. She takes off your damp hoody and replaces it with a smart jacket, reaching forward to do-up the buttons. Latex creaking, a paw lifts up your chin to draw focus away from the silver fox's hefty bust.
<span class="mistress">"So. You wanted to know about the master?"</span> The mistress drawls.
<<linkreplace "You answer her...">>"I..uh..yes." You shrink under her gaze, resisting the urge to whimper. Your spine tingles, ears hot in embarrassment at how erect you are. <<linkreplace "Waa...what was happening to you...?">>Waa...what was happening to you...?
<span class="mistress">"Well. The master looks after the house and //everybody// here."</span>
You can't pull your vision away from the silver fox's amber eyes. They seem to swirl, captivating you. You don't //want// to look away. She's commanding, authoritative, //caring// and <span class="drunk">always has been. Just like the //master.//</span>
<span class="mistress">"But you already know that, don't you?"</span> The mistress snorts. <span class="mistress">"Do you like working here?"</span>
"I...<span class="doorman">yes. ''Yes.''"</span> You mumble, finding it hard to speak. Your tongue feels too heavy, your lips too far away somehow. Ears hot...//stretching// as you try to focus on your mistress. <span class="doorman">Mmmm!</span> Yet your breasts feel so heavy! <span class="doorman">Nnnhg!</span> The jacket was so //tight// around your bosom!
<span class="mistress">"Oh of course! I know you do."</span> The vixen smiles. It's a gentle expression as she fluffs at your scalp, flicking at two pointed black fox ears that shift upwards. You squirm a little, uncomfortable...but not wanting to show such discomfort before the mistress.
<span class="mistress">"Yes. I can see why you were so interested in the vixen here. And well, maybe you can find out for yourself. Like the adorable door vixen said...the master's magic helps each of our staff members adapt to the form best suited to their role."</span>
And, with a snide grin,<<linkreplace "the Mistress helps show you yours.">>the Mistress helps show you yours. The silver fox shows no hesitation at groping your enlarging breasts. You squeak, feeling your shirt dig into your neck. The anthro vixen unclasps one button and then two, letting the fluff of your newly developed tits //breathe//. You whimper, clenching your thighs at her stimulation...and at your <span class="doorman">//arousal.//</span> There's no thought to the reaction, only a horny longing to //please// the woman before you. Magic? Adaptation? You're too slow to understand such things. All you do is help at the door, inviting guests like a good <span class="doorman">//girl//</span>. A pretty <span class="doorman">vixen!</span>
<span class="mistress">"Oh humans are so feeble. But don't you worry dear. You're so much //better// like this."</span> Glossy red latex glimmers in the light as the mistress rubs as you narrow shoulders, helping to lift your top a little to allow a new fluffy fox tail to hang freely. Her paws linger there, rubbing big circles around your flanks and fat cheeks.
"I..<span class="doorman">thank you mistress.</span>" You intone, blinking, "<span class="doorman">I'm sorry for being impatient.</span>"
<span class="mistress">"Impatient for what?"</span> The silver fox tilts her head. You shiver, tail swishing as you fold your arms before your crotch, feeling your <span class="doorman">pussy</span> dribble into the cotton of your trousers. The fabric itches at the thick coat of orange fur adorning your curvaceous body.
<span class="mistress">"Now run along and be a //good girl//. I expect the two of you to stay diligent to your duties."</span>
<span class="doorman">"Yes mistress."</span> [[You both reply meekly.|TMQEnd]] <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>
You wandered into the Vulpine Estate looking for help, but over-inquisitiveness has forced you under the spell of the estate before you even had a chance to question how…! though, such irony is lost on an air-head like yourself.
But wait, haven't you always been here? As a door lady for the mansion, you know your duties are to assist, guide, and look pretty of course! No more worries or distractions. Just a simple life of waiting to serve everybody with a smile...and a small flash of your bosom if they ask nicely! It's so hard to focus when you get so //horny// on the job.
Maybe one day the Master will call you to him to help you with that randiness. Well, the Master does look after the house and //everybody// here...
<center><<link "END" "Credits">><</link>></center>"Please!" You stumble to the vixen manning the door. She glances up, mouth dropping open aghast as you bumble towards her.
"I want to leave!"
Tears streak the otherwise beautiful fur across your face as you cuddle up to the woman, asking for them to phone home, help, or //anyone.// Please! Something weird is going on! You barely notice how you behave in the woman's paws, whimpering pathetically as your tail curls around your knees. She rubs between your ears, before helping to adjust your outfit to best cover your huge bust. All you manage is a whine.
"Hey, it's alright cutie. I'll sort something out for you right away."
[[You fail to notice the knowing look in her eyes...|Slut]]It's still dark outside but the snow has cleared. Although a few inches did stick in the space of a few hours, the air had since warmed the precipitation into sleet and then rain. You linger in the door of the mansion, shivering in your skimpy uniform. H-how did all this happen? Magic wasn't supposed to be real and now...now you'd turned into some kinky vixen! It felt <span class="drunk">so good to be this hot and</span>...NO! Focus! You wipe at the moisture in your eyes. This isn't you!
With a warm jacket wrapped around your slim body, you're thankful for the borrowed attire.
Your paws sink into the slush as your spy car headlights in the distance. Oh! That must be the recovery vehicle for your car! The thought of normality brings a skip to your step. You actually jog down the drive winding through the heathland to your car. <<linkreplace "Slowly, you begin to leave the magic of the ''The Vulpine Manor'' behind you...">>Slowly, you begin to leave the magic of the ''The Vulpine Manor'' behind you...
You don't pause to consider how your body reverts back to normal. Away from the magic instilled within the mansion, fur dissipates to leave pinkish skin. Your tail disappears, ears returning to normal as your flustered panting turn into normal human breaths. The corruption of the magic still lingers, however. <<linkreplace "Something you only realise upon meeting the repair person fixing your car...">>Something you only realise upon meeting the repair person fixing your car...
"Oh, hello miss!" He greets you, wearily looking you up and then down. The last remnants of magic have returned shoes to your feet. Jeans too! although, the fabric hugs to your thick thighs as butt-tight jeggings. Wrapped up in a warm coat, your porn-star sized tits are barely contained by an orange vest-top. Remnant magic from the mansion invisibly clings to your bee-stung lips and womanly thighs.
Wait...miss? You pause, unsure whether the mechanic is just tired or blind.
"T-thanks for coming out so…" Your attempts as appreciation are thwarted by your voice. <<linkreplace "Your eyes widen as you feel something is off.">>Your eyes widen as you feel something is off. Wait...Hasn't your voice <span class="slut">//always//</span> been like this? You chuckle to yourself. Of course, you're a miss! Ha! You wouldn't be a missus, would you? <span class="slut">It would limit the fun you can have!</span>
The mechanic struggles to keep his eyes on his work.
"Not a problem. You had a flat battery. I'd be careful taking back lanes like this." Their eyes shift towards lights in the distance. "There are strange stories of people going missing up here...or not coming back the same..."
After a final check, the mechanic closes the hood of your car.
"Okay. Let's give this a test."
You can't help but giggle, strutting over to nestle against the mechanic as he checks the catch. Is it normal to be this attracted to a guy? Well, who cares! You want to see their face when you start chatting them up...and when they stick their dick into your <span class="slut">pussy. Hehe! What's gotten into you tonight!?
"You know, I've got another little something you can fix…"</span> You giggle, grabbing the mechanics hand and pulling it downwards to press his fingers across your crotch. <span class="slut">"Fancy a test-drive of something a bit faster, hun?"</span>
There's no time for the mechanics to reply. Not before your lips are over theirs, passionately kissing them as a hand slips down under their jeans.
[[Ffffuck~! Trying your car might have to wait for later…!|SlutEnd]]<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>Parking your car on your drive, you itch at the damp spot covering your leggings. Hehe, you can be so <span class="slut">//naughty//</span> at times! Well, you won't let a little car breakdown ruin your evening. Time to hit the town! Your apartment is far too drab to keep a <<linkreplace "woman like //you// entertained...">>a woman like //you// entertained...
Most mornings you wake up with strange urges to return to a mansion that only exists in your dreams. The magic of ''The Vulpine Manor'' has tainted you with a lust that you wrongly associate with the craving for yet more sex. Given you've only got a moment to glug down a coffee before your private cam session, there's no time to consider the odd sensation. It'll soon be overwashed with your slutty reveal session for some unnamed horny male over your webcam. And then...<span class="slut">mmmn</span>, and then driving into town for an afternoon on set. Hehe! Being a //pornstar// is hard work. You practically waddle to the kitchen clenching your pussy from the pounding you received last night. <<linkreplace "No time for breaks either...">> No time for breaks either...
Days pass and then weeks. In your busy routine of being the sexual beast you are, there's no shame in the stage name you've been given. 'The Fox' suits your personality. Slender, sly, and with an //animalistic// passion in the bedroom that made for some exciting screenplay. Nothing seems to satisfy...and you don't think it ever will.
<<linkreplace "Every night you dream of the same thing...">>Every night you dream of the same thing...
A mansion in the wilderness where all your sexual needs are fulfilled. Where you can <span class="harem">prance, dance, and flaunt</span> your inherent slutty nature with no shame. Constantly fucking. Constantly <span class="mistress">taking, giving,</span> and <span class="maid">submitting</span> to your primal need for orgasm. Wet dreams become so common that even when asleep, you're always horny. And, as the months go by, it only gets worse.
<<linkreplace "Wherever this place is, you have to find it…">>Wherever this place is, you have to find it…
But you've got another cam session first. And <span class="slut">fuck</span>, you really //need// something to fix your mind straight. Given your current mood, you better get a good tip for [[the show this customer will be getting…!|SlutFinale]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>The maid shows you to the room with ease, navigating a small maze of posh corridors lined with elegant tapestries. A large oak door opens soundlessly into a dark library. You guess the lights inside are dimmed to help preserve the four walls stacked from floor to ceiling with bookshelves. A number of red leather sofa's dot the interior, along with low coffee tables; many of which carry several open tomes.
"Oh, the master does leave it so messy!" The maid sighs, dropping her equipment to free her hands. She spends a few moments adjusting her impossibly short skirt, tugging at her breasts whilst remaining unbothered about the extra spectator.
"Lots of work?" You try to make light conversation, playing with the zipper of your hoodie. "I mean, it's late right? Shouldn't you be on a break?"
"Well, once this is clean then yes." The maid sighs. "And then the second-floor study."
With just a feather duster and some white cloths to work with, <<linkreplace "you can see why it's going to take so long...">>you can see why it's going to take so long...
"Maybe I can help?" You offer shyly, shuffling around the library whilst pointedly trying not to stare at the over-sexualised maid outfit that barely contains the vixen's bosom.
"Oh! You're so kind!" The maid flusters, already reaching up to wave her long feather duster across the top of the bookshelves. She's forced to pause every few seconds to hoist her bra up an inch, her tiny clothes clearly made for looks rather than practicality. "[[There's a duster there, maybe you can start wiping the shelves?|Maid3]]"<</linkreplace>>
You have a feeling that something is wrong as soon as you pick up the duster.
You've never been that interested in cleaning. In truth, you have no idea what's gotten into you! But it feels <span class="changeMaid">nice</span> to have the soft fabric in a hand, enjoying the <span class="changeMaid">satisfaction</span> of collecting up the dust. Might as well keep yourself busy as you wait.
You put down the dusting cloth for a moment to study the shelves of books, intrigued by the bizarre, almost runic languages on the spines. Many of the leather tomes look like spellbooks. Though, that would be //silly//, right? <<linkreplace "//Magic// isn't real...!">>//Magic// isn't real...!
You find yourself drawn back to cleaning. Heh. It feels so satisfying! A <span class="changeMaid">giddy</span> emotion fills your stomach as you wipe off one shelf and then the next, your body naturally wiggling in the enjoyment of the menial activity.
You strip off your hoodie, growing sweaty from the labour. Was it you or was it boiling in here? You itch at your back, feeling the waist of your trousers dig into your blocky hips. Pausing, the duster slips out of your hand when a fuzzy, indescribable sensation grabs hold of your spine. Your breath sticks to your throat. //Waaaa?//
Your hands slide down to your belt to try and release the painful strain.
<<linkreplace "But it's too late for that now...">>But it's too late for that now...
''TTRRRrrrrrrip''
You yelp, convulsing as your tailbone bursts outwards, //stretching// out through the hole in your trousers to fluff out into a large fox tail. Neck straining, no words can summarize the baffling mash of pain, arousal, and foreign sensations as the nerves connect. You can //feel// your tail as tears dot your eyes.
"Oh! Oh dear!" The maid is by your side in an instant. "M-maybe you were enjoying the cleaning a little too much. Hehe! Look, you've got your //own// fluffy duster now!"
Your ears droop. W-Wait...ears!? Hands flashing up to your scalp, you stumble as your jeans slip away from your petite waist. No no! You're //shrinking// too? It's all too much! Gently, your fingers rest upon fuzzy triangular ears that twitch away from your rough groping.
"W-what's <span class="maid">happen</span>ing to me?" You stutter, body wiggling with the odd sensation of your new tail. <<linkreplace "What's happening to you!?">>What's going on!?
"It's the magic of the house! Awww it's alright. You're going to make such a beautiful vixen." You pout at her words, before your face darkens in realisation at the rather adorable frown. It only makes the maid's coddling worse. B-b-beautiful?
"Hey, It's okay." She reaches out a hand to ruffle at your hair. You don't have time to pull back...though the itch between your ears is surprisingly <span class="changeMaid">pleasurable.</span> "But you've...hehe! You've ripped your //jeans!// Should we go and get you some new clothes?"
Head spinning from what just happened, your mind remains fixed in a state of denial rather than acceptance. How can you...you've just grown a //tail!// This doesn't just happen to people!
The maid, however, gives you little time to consider the impossibilities.
"[[Come on. I know just the thing...!|Maid4]]"
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>You blush deeply at the outfit that the vixen holds before you.
Having spent the last five minutes in a hurried rush through the mansion behind the house cleaner, you've found your eyes and nose intoxicated by the manor around you. Even in the servant's rooms, mahogany tables and posh curtains suggest an inherent wealth. You sweat, flushing at what's happened...and unable to deny the sensitivity of your new foxy appendage.
The maid attire that the ditzy vixen hands over causes your face to blush as ruddy as your furry tail.
"I d-don't <span class="maid">t-think that-</span>"
"Oh silly! You don't need to //think// about it. Believe me, you're going to //feel// so much better with it on. Now...let me help you with the shirt aaaand there we go! Aww! Are you blushing?"
Wait, //blushing!?// <<linkreplace "You aren't enjoying this...are you?">>You aren't enjoying this...are you?
"N-no…!" You shudder as the tepid air kisses your skin. Your black ears flick forward and then back. Only your boxers provide any decency. Although, the maid's hard paw pads already pluck at the waistband. Whaaa //no! //She whips the underwear down before you have any time to complain. With a remarkably <span class="changeMaid">//girly//</span> squeak of terror, you clench your thighs together as if to hide your semi-flaccid dick.
"Hehe! Let's get those dirty things off. I know something that will fit so much better!"
The maid tickles you, propping her paws into the base of your tail.
"Okay, I think this is your size…" She reaches forward, pressing her large bosom into your back. The vixen whips a short black dress around your shoulders, deftly working the laces and straps.
You shudder. The fabric seems to crackle with static as it lands on your skin. Embarrassingly, your dick twitches. Fuck, you're getting aroused from looking...looking //pretty?// But you do look so <span class="changeMaid">adorable</span>, don't you? Your groin feels numb, feet twisting and turning as you try to relax the //strain// that concentrates across your pelvis.
The foxy maid's hands slide down your narrowing belly and rest on the developing flare of your hips. You're h-hips? Her smooth stroke is the first suggestion of your feminisation. Well, until you //groan//, <<linkreplace "casting your eyes downwards...">>casting your eyes downwards...
White fluff covers your belly. A silky fur that distorts the sight of your abdomen //squeezing// inwards, borrowing mass to turn your previously blocky male hips into the smooth curves of a womanly cleaner. Your legs too undergo this smoothing process even as a mottling of red hair quickly covers your fattening thighs with a dense red fur. It's a sensual, //foxy// colour that leaves your heart pounding.
"<span class="maid">W-What's...</span>I-I'm..!?" You freak, only to find your arms forced upwards as the maid continues to dress you in an identical outfit to hers.
"Hey. Doesn't this feel good?" She giggles when she pulls on the remainder of the dress up and over your shoulders. A cupped overbust corset is hidden underneath the frills of black and white lace, squeezing the remainder of any manliness from your form. The dress fits you like a mould, forcing your lungs to exhale as the maid roughly pulls the dress closed.
Shivering, you stare down at the white-fronted outfit barely hanging off the orange fur spreading across your narrowing shoulders. Your stomach churns, nipples hot and...and //growing?// You shimmy, tail wagging as you tilt your head back and groan. Why does that feel so <span class="changeMaid">//good?//</span>
"Hehe, you're filling out the dress so nicely." The vixen, a mirror image of what you're steadily becoming, takes your hand in her paw. "Come on gal! We've still got the second floor to clean and I know the other maids are going to be //sooooo// jealous of your chunky ass!"
You redden, unable to resist a cheeky flick of your tail. Your eyes are wide and innocent, a juxtaposition on the whorish vulpine body barely contained inside your tiny dress.
"<span class="maid">Y-you really think it's that big?</span>" Unlike before, your voice comes out as an airy, and very //girly// mumble. Tentatively, you reach down to cup your asscheeks, almost spilling your new melons out of the top of your breast as you do so.
"Hehe! I think that's for //the master// to decide…!" The maid giggles, "Let me introduce you to the others!"
You can't help but be <span class="changeMaid">excited</span> at the thought... yet the thought of anybody gawking at you in such a way brings panic to your mind at the same time. You twist, craning your neck to look down at your curvy body. <div id="maidchoices">\
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In a moment of burning lucidity you realise what's happening. A maid? Oh no! You ''hate'' cleaning! Y-you had to get out of here! Eeeek! You can barely walk, let alone run with such a bouncy bosom! Fear sparks your mind into panic as you rush for the door. Cringing at the sad pleas from the vixen you left behind, <<link "you instead hot-foot it towards the lobby, tail swishing. You got to get out of here!" "Escape">><</link>><</replace>>
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\<</linkreplace>>You assist with cleaning the mansion.
Initially you fumble through a pang of uncertainty, <span class="changeMaid">woozy</span> from the myriad of pleasurable sensations across your sexualised, vulpine form. Yet the magic of the manor is quick to work on <<linkreplace "what remains of your unresistant, human mind...">>what remains of your unresistant, human mind...
Giggling, you wave a feather dusty in one hand whilst clinging to your melon-sized tits with the other, aware of how small your classic french-maids dress is. Covered from ears to tail in a thick pelt of white and orange fur, your anthropomorphic face beams with a cheeky smile. A hand constantly drifts down to reset your uniform around your voluptuous hips, fully aware of the //needy// pussy barely hidden by the hem of your dress. Any <span class="maid">thoughts</span> that stray away from your form are brought back to your fat ass with a giggle, tail swishing as you bend down. The motion ensures your dress lifts to give a full view of your two rear fluffy orange orbs. Hehe! <span class="maid">//Oops!//</span>. [[Too bad you didn't have more time to admire yourself! Get cleaning gal!|MaidEnd]]<</linkreplace>>"Oh! I can't wait to finish this room and relax!" A vixen huffs, hoisting up her dress once more. You're not the only one who struggles with oversized tits...
Alongside two other maids, the dusting and sweeping of the final room doesn't take long. Wistfully, you're almost sad that it's over. The satisfaction from cleaning is almost as enjoyable as the squeeze of your dress barely containing your fluffy white tits. Your butt jiggles with each step of your footpaws. Giggling, your mind is intoxicated by the pleasurable swish of your skirt across your sex. You feel so horny!
"<span class="maid">That sounds nice.</span>" You chirp, enjoying the company of the other airheaded cleaners. Your girly voice is smooth as your huff out an adorable little sigh.
"Oh //does// it now?" The third maid giggles, wandering over with a feather duster in one paw. She waves it towards your nose, mischievously tickling your snout. "Looking at how you've been waggling that tush, I bet you're //eager// for some downtime?"
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Your heart thumps, body clenching with arousal at the blatant announcement of your hornyness. The vixen continues to tease, using the duster to tickle around your ankles as she leans in close. Her hands dip under your bosom and tugs as your dress, eyes twinkling as your nipples fall free from their large cups
"I know of another little area that needs cleaning." The maid's hands are rough but you show no resistance. It seems almost //natural// that you shimmy back, letting the vixen slide down onto her knees before your miniskirt. <<linkreplace "With nothing to hide your drooling sex underneath, the orange vulpine slides her muzzle up your thigh gap, snorting hot air over your swollen lips.">>With nothing to hide your drooling sex underneath, the orange vulpine slides her muzzle up your thighgap, snorting hot air over your swollen lips.
"<span class="maid">Oohhhh~!</span>"
The first lap of her tongue across your virgin pussy brings a squeak to your throat. You shudder, thrusting a little as another lick caresses your taint, cleaning the sweat and salt from around your animalistic vulva.
"Oh you're so dirty down here!" The maid puffs, tail swishing in clear enjoyment of the oral session. You go to reply, but any words are stolen from your muzzle when the vixen's tongue suddenly probes deep into your slit. You squeal, dress practically slipping off your bust to hide the woman's ears.
"<span class="maid">Aooohhhha!</span>"
She continues to work your gash, slurping and sucking, pausing to breathe and then roughly lap at your quivering clit. You walls clench, body heaving; //panting// with a lusty need. You've been so <span class="maid">moist</span> for the past few hours that barely any stimulation is necessary. What's more, the expert teasing by the cleaner's tongue has you edging immediately. Your tail wags hard, breath coming out in short pants.
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Another maid joins in, pressing her bosom into your back as she tickles across your arms, clasping your paws behind your back.
"And you're so ticklish too!" The main laughs at your brainless shuddering, muzzle dropped open to make a very adorable like 'o' shape. The tickling pitches you forward, hugging your thighs around the maid slurping your gash.
"And your fur is so //mussy!//." Hands grope your exposed breasts. They squeeze, tilting your body over the edge.
"<span class="maid">AAAH!</span>" With an adorable whine, you thrust your hips and climax. A numbing heat suffices your body, breasts dribbling and legs twisted to press your sex deeper onto the maid's tongue. The moment lasts for a few seconds before she pulls away. Oooo ffffuu! Your eyes remain half-closed, watching the vixen wipe at her muzzle, cheekily sucking the femcum from her chunky lips.
"Aww that was so sweet for your first time!"
<<linkreplace "You tilt your head, unsure what she means...">>You tilt your head, unsure what she means...
First time? Haven't you <span class="maid">//always//</span> been here?
Brain still woozy from the diminishing orgasm, you can't recall anything prior to dressing in the maids' outfit on your first day //enjoying// how pretty the fabric made your look! Ears drawn back, your sag into the arms of the maid hugging you tight. Hehe! Why does it matter? You're here now and with the room wiped and dusted, there're a few more //private// spots that needed a [[clean...|MaidFinale]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>You became corrupted under the magic of ''The Vulpine Estate'' before you knew what was happening.
Kindness had always been a positive personality trait...and what better way to show your gratitude than cleaning the manor? You're the perfect maid. Hot, //busty//, and with a lot of booty to show whenever you bend down. You can't recall your life before donning your french maid outfit and you don't care! Why should you, when you've so many girls to keep you company while cleaning the manor.... and each other?
<center><<link "END" "Credits">><</link>></center><span class="harem">"Awww look! Hehe, is somebody interested in a little //dance?//"</span>
The room you've been pulled to looks like a dance studio. Or, at least, there're no distinguishing features in the white-walled space but for a long mirror opposite. A group of vixens appear to be preparing for practice inside, their stretching interrupted by your impromptu arrival.
The next woman to greet you is identical to the last. In fact, staring agape at the situation you've stumbled into, each of the foxes are dressed in the same slutty attire. They're identical!
You can't tell the difference between each of the scanty pink dancers as they trot over, the air thick with the female musk of their sweaty bodies. It leaves you head woozy as you try and fail to <<linkreplace "stutter an excuse to leave...">>stutter an excuse to leave...
"Uhh. I think I'll just…"
<span class="harem">"Aww it's alright! Aren't you just the //cutest,//"</span> the original vixen still has a paw wrapped around your wrist. She shimmies closer, hips wiggling as she reached out to press a paw against your nose. The little boop forces your gaze up to her sultry eyes. <span class="harem">"And I bet you'd look even cuter in something like this."</span>
She shimmies her breasts against your chest. You yelp, face flushing bright red as your tail turns and...and y-your //tail!?// Stumbling, your hands bump into your lower back, heart in your mouth as you feel the <span class="changeHar">sensation of thick orange fur push between your hands.</span> Wait! ''NO!'' You freak out, feeling your ears twitch as they begin to lengthen into tall black vulpine triangles. //Whaa..!?//
"No. <span class="harem">I've...</span>w-what's happening to me?" You try not to shout, eyes wild as your stare around the giggling harem of vixen's eager to lay their paws on you.
<span class="harem">"It's the magic here, silly!"</span> The first fox chortles. <span class="harem">"Hehe! Want to join in? I can see you //want// to."</span>
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The strange sensations of ears, a tail, and the babble of girls around you are too much! Your mind whirls with the need to get out of there...<span class="changeHar">but their paws seem so soft!</span> A gentle grope at your back and then a tickle at your now androgynous body, pouty eyes hiding a strange //longing//. You look around at the pleading group of identical dancers. Huh, [[maybe a little twirl will be ok...?|Harem3]] And then after you're //definitely// finding out what's going on in this Mansion!
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"I...I can try a quick dance?" You mumble, not wanting to upset the airheaded group. It's an excuse, if the heat in your loins is anything to be believed. Why was this <span class="changeHar">turning you on?</span> But if they looked so <span class="changeHar">pretty</span>, why couldn't you?
No sooner had the words left your mouth than the bubble group of girls squeal, wrapping you in a big mash of hugs and giggles.
<span class="harem">"You go girl! We're going to have so much fun! Here, I'm sure we can find a spare something-"
"Got one!"</span> Another girl interrupts. You struggled to keep track of who is doing what within the group of identical vixens. Each is dressed in the skimpiest pink loincloth, with only leathery breast-cups for modesty. Rims of black leather and gold inset matches coppery bangles and a thin metallic collar that each of the dancers wears. As a result, the harem of vixen's seem to tinkle and rattle with each step, jumping into positions.
<span class="harem">"Come on girl!"</span> Now that you have given your consent, <<linkreplace "there's no going back...">>there's no going back...
Your face blushes bright red as a pair of vixens undress you, unzipping your hoodie and trousers together. With startling expertise, they have you naked to your underwear in seconds. And, with a humiliating blush at how <span class="changeHar">eager</span> you are to be stripped, the boxers go too. Your new tail wags slowly, an alien feeling that's barely noticeable through the rush of heat in your chest.
<span class="harem">"Here! Let me help you with these."</span> Your ears flop back, nose tingling with an odd //dampness// as your nostrils are filled with the scent of sweat and dank female pheromones. It leaves your head <span class="changeHar">spinning...</span>
A pair of tits are rammed into your face as a vixen shows no personal space in her methodology. Paws tickle the fur growing across your shoulders as a leather bra is pulled around your torso and pressed over your chest. Another fox fiddles with the pink leather strap around your widening waist.
"Wait...! I think, I..<span class="changeHar">something feels…</span>"
<span class="harem">"Awww don't worry. You'll be filling out in no time!"</span> The vixen pulls back.You whimper, struggling to comprehend the rush of sensations engulfing your body. You tail wags, sending a strange flurry of vibrations that reverberate around you wobbly flanks and fat tush. Frilly pink fabric drapes across your crotch, even your balls sizzle, flesh behaving like putty as your testes suck up into your body. <span class="changeHar">Ooohh!</span> You buck, hearing the jingle of gold bangles around your ankles. Wait...how did they get there? The sound is dampened by fiery orange fur that spreads up your calves, simultaneously shaping previously blocky muscles into smooth, effeminate curves.
<<linkreplace "A paw slaps your ass...">>A paw slaps your ass...
<span class="harem">"Oh you're bootylicious, girrrl! Shake that thing!"</span>
You're pushed forward, cheeks on fire. And not simply from the white and orange fur adorning your slender jawline, but also from the embarrassment of the girl's airheaded words.
The support from the harem leaves you buzzing. With all their eyes on you, it's through peer-pressure that you shuffle a little bit, face hot at the feeling of your womanly hips; forcing your walk into a natural //strut.// Your chest hurts. An ache that stresses and pulls at your nipples, progressively filling the gap between your chest and the bra with the inflation of two huge tits. You barely notice when <<linkreplace "a vixen sashays forward and grabs hold of your hands...">>a vixen sashays forward and grabs hold of your hands...
<span class="harem">"Alright. Keep those nice and high! Now, I want you to do what I do and //shimmy!//"</span>
As an example, The vixen lifts her hands and shakes, turning the motion into a squat. She flexes down and back up again, forcing her assets to jiggle and shake with a sultry, //slutty// display of her femininity. Your face burns red as you glance down at your own breasts, body sweltering even with so few clothes. Your chest leaks, the tiny nub of your penis a bullet of pleasure.
You want to say no...but then you'd be <span class="changeHar">lying</span> to both them and yourself. The harem around you might be peer pressuring you into the dance, yet you can't deny your own firm arousal. The <span class="changeHar">need</span> to look good. A <span class="changeHar">craving to jiggle, shake, and dance...showing what a good</span> <span class="harem">slut</span> <span class="changeHar">you are.</span>
And so, face hot, you puff out a breath and <<linkreplace "try to mimic the motion...">>try to mimic the motion...
As soon as you start dancing it's as if your body takes over. A strange muscle memory guides the action as you squat, puffing your chest and butt out to best show off your curves. <span class="harem">Giggling,</span> you enjoy the jiggle of your bust paired with the rattle of your bangs. Your tail lifts, ears perk forward as a <span class="changeHar">brainless</span> grin spreads across your face.
<span class="harem">"Wow! That was hawt!"</span> One the vixen calls, even as another slides up behind you and squeezes your fat rump. <span class="harem">"You know how to wiggle it, girl! Now let's work on your rhythm."</span>
You have no hope of resisting the tug towards the centre of the room, caught in the gaggle of vixens all eager to include you into their [[slutty dance session...|Harem4]].
\<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><span class="harem">"Left! Right! Turn and yeah! You got it!"</span>
You <span class="harem">giggle</span> at the praise, amazed at how //good// it feels to shake. Your flanks jiggle on their own but with a little shimmy, your whole body turns into a <span class="changeHar">sensual</span> mess of hips, ass, and boobs <span class="harem">like always</span>! The dance routine is tough but flawlessly logical, even for an <span class="changeHar">airheaded vixen</span> like yourself! The moves come naturally. Each motion works to flirtatiously display a different aspect of yourself.
The harem around you twists and turns, room barely tangible amongst the flashes of orange tails.
However, it's the //smell// that consumes you. A sickly sweet aroma of lusty pheromones and sweat. You feel it as a <span class="changeHar">heat</span>. Following a toss of a hand to the left and a head flick, it's no surprise. Your body is sweltering and your groin <span class="changeHar">burns with the eagerness</span> to indulge in the lewd moves. Knowing how <span class="harem">//sexy//</span> you look. Knowing how your body twists and turns to <span class="harem">flash</span> your fluffy white cleavage. A potent <span class="harem">//femininity//</span> that continues to <span class="changeHar">engulf</span> and <<linkreplace "shape your features...">>shape your features...
You flutter your eyelashes, showing <span class="harem">no hesitation</span> to indulge in the sultry display!
<span class="harem">"Woo girls! Hawt stuff! Let's call a break and get back to it in ten. We want to give the master a real show tonight."</span>
You catch your breath, sagging as your hands settle back down to your sides. You wiggle your digits, barely remarking the loss of dexterity within your claw-tipped fingers. It's not like you use your paws for anything and besides, the ruddy fur offsets your dress <span class="changeHar">perfectly!</span>
<span class="harem">"Wow. You're such a natural!"</span> Another of the dancers struts over, walking on the tips of her hocked feet in a similar method to high heels. You blush at the praise, pulling at the tight leather bra to ease the tension in your nipples. Ohh, you felt so tight and milky in there! You've barely noticed how <<linkreplace "your arms are now entirely covered in a silky orange fur...">>your arms are now entirely covered in a silky orange fur...
"T-thanks." You try a smile, cheeks flushing. The vixen before you shakes your head.
<span class="harem">"On no gal! There's nothing to be shy about! Here, let me set your right!"</span>
You blush harder, tail wagging gently as the woman leans in, grabbing your paws and sliding your pads down to rest on the slope of your hips. She gives you a push to the left, a grin spreading across her face as you <span class="changeHar">instinctively</span> push out your chest, emphasising your huge boobs straining for release from your rosey bra.
<span class="harem">"See. You look amazeballs! Gorgeous!"</span> The vixen lifts your head, drawing all attention away from your body to instead focus on her. That doesn't mean you can't //feel// the tilt of your hips and the leak of cum from the last squirt of your minuscule little dick, moistening the growing folds engorging your petite taint.
"That feels <span class="harem">nice.</span>" You moan, holding the slutty pose with your ears back, eyelashes fluttering. The change of eye colour to a gorgeous amber glimmer <<linkreplace "continues unnoticed...">>continues unnoticed...
<span class="harem">"Have confidence!"</span> The vixen giggles, getting a few nods from the other girls.
The harem watches as you're <span class="changeHar">sculpted</span> into the perfect dancer. Your transformation is complete with the last traces of your feminisation clears your head of anything contradictory. So pretty, cute, and such an amazing dancer! Hehe, the perfect <span class="harem">//bimbo//.
"Hey, if this helps, I always like to hum when I dance.</span>" She shifts your foot paws forward. The shift from plantigrade to digitigrade legs tilts your forward, tail naturally presenting. <span class="harem">"I start with a shake to the left and say, 'I am beautiful.'"</span>
You match the motion, giggling as you reply with <span class="changeHar">"I am</span> <span class="harem">beautiful.</span>"
<span class="harem">"Yeah! You got it."</span> A few of the other vixen's join in, following the first with eyes shining. You fight a giggle, enjoying how your tits bounce into the next position. Following the routine, you recite the same words with a stupid grin, feeling the flush of arousal in your pussy like a drug.
<span class="changeHar">"I am</span> <span class="harem">sexy.</span>" You spin your paws around and up, shimming down and then back up. "<span class="harem">//Irresistibly// foxy.</span>"
A leg kick swings you to the right, bangles jingling as your silky loincloth flips up, exposing your dripping pussy to the hot air for a brief moment. You shudder into the next move, giggling at the next words to repeat. "<span class="harem">I'm so horny. Let me show you, master. Will you //fuck// me?</span>"
The short routine ends with a scissor split. Your fat ass bumps on the wooden dance floor, legs lifted such that your translucent pink loincloth flicks to the side. Your exposed pussy <span class="changeHar">clenches</span>, muzzle split wide into a grin at how many of the other girls have their sex on display. You giggle, heart hot at the thought of being //fucked// by the master. You've never really considered dick in such a way and now, with your tail shuddering, sending a shockwave of needy <span class="harem">arousal</span> through your pussy lips, you can't <span class="changeHar">think</span> of <<linkreplace "anything else...">>anything else...
The lead vixen reaches down to ruffle the orange fur between your fluffy ears.
<span class="harem">"Come on. Let's practice some more shall we?"</span> She sticks out her tongue, <span class="harem">"The master is going to love your //fat ass.// And with a show like that, he's going to be //all over you// babe! Hehe! You're going to be so //sore// in the morning!"</span>
You can't help but giggle at the thought of it! Being pumped full, bangles clattering as you squeal and hump the master. <div id="haremchoices">
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Your pussy drools as you lick your chops, <span class="changeHar">excited</span> at what will come later. But first, you need to [[continue practicing|HaremDescriptor]].
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Staring around the room, you have a moment of clarity. The fog lifts and you glance down at yourself, starkly aware of your slutty attire and even more aware that it's wrong. You shouldn't be wearing this and...and yet it <span class="harem">felt //soo// nice just to clench your loins and</span> ''NO!'' Fuck! You could barely think with your moist nose saturated with the hormones of such lusty foxes!
Bouncing to your feet, you jog to the door with your wide hips shaking, adorable paws struggling to balance on your toes.
"Wait gal! We haven't-!"
But you're already gone. With tears stinging your eyes, unable to recall what happened and how you ended up like this, you head to the door of the mansion. Shit! This wasn't you! Magic foxes and being such a whore <span class="changeHar">felt //soo// good that you</span>...UHH you had to <<link "fight it!" "Escape">>
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\<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>As a slutty, harem member, you barely care about how revealing your dance moves are. Or rather, you do care...but only to ensure that you display as much as possible. The rest is hidden by the gold-lined pink leather or your bra, and rosey belt that thinly veils your pussy.
There's no masculinity left. You've danced it off with your <span class="harem">mindless, airheaded giggling</span> as you shimmy left and right, swinging voluptuous hips with a bushy white-tipped fox tail. Orange fur covers most of your body, with a silky creamy fur running up a thin middle to emphasise your thick bust, creating the perfect hourglass figure. You're as <span class="harem">hot as hell and you //know// it</span>, corrupted into a ditzy <span class="harem">bimbo</span> who only cares about honing your body into an item. You're nothing more than <span class="harem">eye-candy!</span> Hehe, but it's only a matter of time until your sashay attracts some [[attention…!|HaremEnd]]<span class="harem">"Ok girls! Strut your stuff!"</span>
You giggle, joining in with the gaggle to make a dozen near-identical members of the bimbo harem. Bangles jingling, booty swaying under the swish of your tail, you're <span class="harem">gorgeous</span> and you //know// it. Chortling amongst yourselves, you exit the dancehall as evening turns into night, ready to please the master.
As a member of the harem, it feels like you've been here as a dancer your entire life! You know all the best moves to show off your tits and all the best routines to work with your girls.
<<linkreplace "And now you have a chance to show off all your hard work!">>And now you have a chance to show off all your hard work!
Following his evening supper, the master sits down for his evening entertainment. And tonight it's you! Well, you and eleven others spread across the huge dining hall. Lights shine brightly from above, illuminating the royal red carpet cleaned to perfection by a small army of maids. Gold emboss coats everything from the master's chair to the window frames, curtains drawn closed to provide a cosy warmth even to such a huge room.
<span class="harem">"Hehe! Get into positions!"</span> One of the vixens hisses as the group of your settle into starting poses. You can feel your tail buzz with excitement, ears forward as an adorable and very brainless smile dimples your fluffy cheeks.
There's no music to guide you...but you don't need it. The beat of your paws into the carpet and the jingle of your gold bangles are all you require. Hop slide and dance to the left, and then the right. All of you lift your paws high, twirling one wrist around the other in such a way that it forces your tits to bounce. Even though the jiggle of your plump hips and the rare (if purposeful) lift of your loincloth to flash your wet pussy, your focus is elsewhere.
Or, to be specific, <<linkreplace "upon //the master...//">>upon //the master...//
The male fox is stunning. He captivates you, sat watching in a pair of tight black trousers and a loose flecked shirt casually rolled up to his fluffy elbows. There's an informal intensity to it. His eyes shine bright as the male leans back on a dining chair, pushes away from a table that has already been cleared. His gaze seems to follow you. You're not sure if it's an illusion as you twist and twirl around the other vixens, but you so deeply want it to be true.
The master of the house is a black fox with only a hint of the classic orange as speckles across his arms and shoulders. The dark onyx colouration brings out a pair of startling amber eyes that sparkle with intelligence. His ears express the few emotions that break through his calm exterior, fluffy black chin lifted proudly.
You finish after a ten minute routine with a jumping split and land flawlessly, balancing on your toes in the final moment to flash an eager smile.
<<linkreplace "There's a moment of utter calm.">>There's a moment of utter calm.
<<linkreplace "And then the master starts clapping...">>And then the master starts clapping...
"Brilliant!" He speaks smoothly. The fox's words aren't posh, but have a slight British accent that remains untraceable to any county. "What a performance, and I see you have an extra member?"
Your cheeks flush under your orange form as the pack splits to leave you before the master of the house. You squeeze your legs together, suddenly awash with <span class="changeHar">embarrassment</span> at the exposure...before remembering who you are! <span class="harem">Flaunt it //girl!// You got this!</span> Exhaling a firm breath, you set back your shoulders and strut forwards, keeping your eyes firmly locked on the fox.
Like the good slut you are, you tilt your paws to the side and tip your chest out, letting your hips sway and your breasts bounce. You pause before the master with a cute curtsy, plink leather creaking. You can //smell// the musk of the man like an aphrodisiac.
It's with glee that you see his eyes drink in your form. The orange-speckled fox pulls himself out of his chair and steps forward.
<span class="harem">"Do you like what you see, Master?"</span> You flutter your long eyelashes, paws under your breasts to perk them up a notch.
The anthro cross fox tilts his muzzle ever so slightly. "Yes, but I'd like to see //more."//
<<linkreplace "You blush, knowing you'll do exactly what the fox wants without question.">>It's not a command, but the master doesn't even wait for you to struggle with the leather bra that wraps around the nipples of your tits. With surprising expertise, the male has it off within a few seconds. You rattle out a sigh, enjoying the loss of constriction that allows your fluffy white tits to bounce freely.
"I'd heard somebody had joined us." The master hummed. He nonchalantly fiddled with the collar of his shirt, undoing a button to reveal silk black fur across a hint of muscle. Your brain is foggy after so much dancing and so you nod politely, face flushing.
"Well, I can see you need a little breaking-in. Shyness can often be...//delicious//, but not for a whore like you." He brushes a paw across you crotch, hinting at your quivering sex underneath. "And I'm sure these girls will be here to help."
<span class="harem">"If that's what you want, Master?"</span> Your lips tremble. You're <span class="changeHar">not sure</span> why you're so driven to please the man, nor why you're so upset that you've failed him. The cross fox picks a marker pen out of his pocket and slips it behind an ear. His black paws point down to his crotch, dick already bulging the seams.
"Be a dear and help me with this."
You comply, settling onto your knees to strip your master. So close to the male and everything else shrinks into nothingness. You know you're making the others in the harem jealous but, given what you suspect is coming, maybe they too will be involved. And so you strip the fox off his tailored trousers, finding a pair of red underwear that quickly follows suit. You drop the garments onto the floor, crotch moist between your loins. The master's paws settled behind your ears, giving them a cute scratch.
"No let's remove those silly thoughts. Perhaps a taste of what I offer will remove any doubts in that ditzy head of yours, hmm?"
And, ten minutes later when your pussy is spread onto the male's girthy shaft, there's nothing in your brain but a mindless ecstasy as the master's meat hits all your pleasure spots. Your body shakes and jiggles, a mere toy of pleasure. Sweat flattens your silky fur. You lie on your back, your whole body shuddering. The master holds both of your legs aloft, splitting your hips to thrust his //bitch-breaker// into your spade with <<linkreplace "long, controlled strokes...">>long, controlled strokes...
You gasp which each slap into your loins. It sends a shock wave up your body such that the tip of your muzzle is forced into the harem member sitting on your face. You've lost count of who, given that keep swapping to take share your eager tonguefucking. There're no inhibitions left, not when you burst into a girly squeal yet again. <span class="harem">FFfffuckk!</span> He's //huge!//
<span class="harem">"Hhhuhhhnuuuuaaaa~!"</span> You gasp, femcum soaking your lips. Your body convulses again, legs bouncing as you hump down under the master, stretching yourself over his cock to peak your orgasm from pleasurable to //insane.// You're aware that you'd done this all before but time has slowed. Fuck fuck fuck! Spread-eagle, you hand-paws play with something but you can barely tell as you tilt back and groan.
"Oh, you were quick that time." The master's voice remains controlled. Not cold anymore, given short pants interrupt his words. He scrubs at the cum across your navel, wiping the fur with one hand as the other reaches down with the marker pen. Black ink shows up in bold across the matted white fur over your swollen slit. Another orgasm and another line added to your navel. You twitch, aware that the master's dick remains knotted in you for the whole time.
"Awww good girl. My, look how wet you still are! Would you like to keep going?"
<span class="harem">"Fuck me master! Yes!"</span>
"Is the whore enjoying this?" The cross fox leans over, lifting the dancer of your face so that your cum-soaked muzzle focuses on him and him alone. "Show me you're convinced. Show me that...hmmm. That you don't want to be anything else than a slut for my cock."
The demeaning language is hot between your ears. Hips clenching around the intrusion splitting your fat flanks, there's no control left when you're pinned under the muscular fox. He starts pumping again and again. You //moan//, humping and thrusting in time to show how eager you are to please the master. Your digits curl, breath steaming as each smash of his cock creates an <<linkreplace "echoing howl of pleasure...">>echoing howl of pleasure...
"Good girl." The master grunts between his ruts. "I can see that you're going to fit in very well with my harem."
You groan what might have been taken for agreement. Yet, given your mind is blank of everything but the intoxicating pump of the tapered vulpine dong in and out of gash, the whimpers simply sound like you [[begging for more...|HaremFinale]]
\<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>Bangle jingling, dress tight, and booty swaying; hehe you're gorgeous and you //know// it. Confident, unruly, and with a hot libido constantly edged by your continuous sexualised dancing. You're just another identical member of the bimbo harem...and have been for as long as you can remember.
There's no shyness about how you flaunt yourself, pussy dribbling under your dress of pink leather. You can't recall a life before learning your first routine, but why does that matter? Everything your need is right here! Your sisters and, if you perform well enough, a master which you can worship. Why worry about magic transformation and girly dresses? Wasn't the shake of your hips magic enough?
<center><<link "END" "Credits">><</link>></center><center><h1>The Vulpine Manor</h1></center>
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A text-based CYOA game
Contains NSFW content only suitable for 18+
Story kinks include TFTG, MC, sluttification,
twinning, harem, maids, and domination/submission.
A commission written and co-coded by [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]]
Commissioned and co-coded by [[Deiser|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/Deiser]]
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<h3><center>[[START!|Intro]]</center></h3>The guest bedroom looks like something out of a period drama. A huge king-size bed takes up a small fraction of a room otherwise decorated with bookshelves, thick rugs, and a small oak desk. The aroma of lavender clings, mixing with woodsmoke from a grand marble fireplace. Gold edges everything from the light fittings to the curtain rails. You have a feeling it might be a real leaf rather than paint.
You perch on the edge of a bed, amazed at how there's already a fire lit. Were they already expecting your arrival? Sighing, you glance towards a bell that has been left on a silver tray upon your bed. The //mistress//, who failed to provide any other name, informs you that a tinkle would immediately call a servant. [[You're tempted to try it, but given what you've seen already, you have no doubt it's true.|Twin]]
What type of place was this? To be staffed not only by actual anthropomorphic animals...but fetishy latex-covered ones at that?
The silver vixen also failed to provide an expected time until she returned. For now, [[you wait on the edge of your bed|Slave]], unable to move your thoughts away from silvery hands playing at the rubbery-red thighs of a certain fox. How long were you supposed to wait for...?The sound of the bell tinkling fills the large bedroom.
You wait on the edge of your bed, betting with yourself who will arrive and how quickly. Were there maids in this house? And were they all vixens too and err...what were you going to say when they came? The mistress has been quite specific. //Only// use the bell if there is an issue. You'd have to think up something on the fly.
And so, when the door creaks open to reveal the silver-furred fox herself, <<linkreplace "you know you are in trouble.">>you know you are in trouble.
The mistress slides inside, immediately crossing her black paws across her chest. The red latex so unashamedly acting as her tight uniform //squeaks// a little as she sets her hips, watching you sheepishly clamber to your feet.
<span class="mistress">"I'm sorry, is there a problem?"</span>
The vixen's eyes narrow. It's an intense and rather frightening look...even for an anthropomorphic vixen so tightly dressed in the revealing rubber. <span class="mistress">"Or are you simply growing impatient?"</span> Her ears pull back, eyebrows raised. Though, you struggle to look away from the tail waving tautly above her perky rear.
"I-I...no, no problem. It just slipped and, errr…"
<span class="mistress">"Slipped?"</span> The mistress replies flatly. She shuts the door behind her, sauntering into the room in a way that feels predatory. Her eyes sparkle, however, when she reaches a paw out to touch at your blanched cheeks. The vixen is similar in height to yourself, but perky ears and a dark glower makes her seem much bigger. A rub of her hard paw pads along your jawline sends a shiver down your spine.
<span class="mistress">"Here at the mansion, we don't tolerate impatience."</span> She smiles, but it never reaches her eyes. The hungry look lingers. <span class="mistress">"We don't like inquisitiveness...nor anybody who asks too many questions."</span>
You gulp, unsure how to reply. Especially with your body reacting keenly to the smell and //touch// of latex-enshrouded fur so close against your skin...
<span class="mistress">"But I'm a little different. I like a bit of //spunk."//</span>
The silver fox smiles, flashing rows of adorably sharp teeth. She shows no shame in narrowing the space between you both to a mere centimetre, breasts so tightly pressed against your chest that you can feel her heartbeat. You gasp as she wraps her cute black paws around your lower back. Her muzzle tilts, words coming out as <<linkreplace "a //whisper// in your ear...">>a //whisper// in your ear...
<span class="mistress">"I bet you've never seen a vixen like me before?"</span>
She shudders as your hands subconsciously find themselves at her sides, running your fingers down through the fur under her petite armpits to join the rubber strap holding her tits in place. All you can smell is the thick, womanly scent clinging to her fur, dick hard as she stares into your eyes. There's no innocence there and no restraint. An invitation to touch...if you <<linkreplace //dare...//>>dare...
And you do dare. Though, given your erection and the lusty heat spreading from your groin, it's an instinctive reaction rather than a logical one. You're tempted by the latex, the hint of rubber, and the transition of her fur. White across her black and fading to silver then onyx, her extremities dark and fluffy. The vixen shivers as your hands rest on her ample hips, exhaling a long sigh. She tilts her muzzle, settling her black lips hot against your neck.
<span class="mistress">"You like what you see?"</span>
"Yeah." You huff, feeling as the mistress unashamedly presses the red latex hiding her crotch into your tented jeans. Her silvery tail wraps around your legs.
<span class="mistress">"Is that //all// honey?"</span> The mistress actually giggles. You blush at the hint, aware that the vixen is trying to force control of the situation into your hands.
You drop your hands and give her fluffy butt a squeeze. Latex //squeaks// as her thong-strap slips into the cleavage of her buttcrack. "You're beautiful. I love your curves, your eyes, your..."
<span class="mistress">"Fuckability?"</span> The mistress chuckles mischievously, <span class="mistress">"Good. Because we're going to be //sharing!//"</span>
There's no warning. The silver fox lifts her muzzle and reaches forward to lock her lips around yours. For a second you freeze, feeling her vulpine lips latch onto yours, before you relax and begin to return the kiss. The taste of her saliva is potent, her tongue soft as it dabs as your own before dancing around your teeth and even your cheeks. There's no room to breathe as you quiver..and then //hump!// The passionate kiss brings an intense heat to your loins...<<linkreplace "and your chest...?">>and your chest...?
Wait. What? Your nipples harden as they push into the tits of the vulpine, hips teasing open in a way they've never tried to before. Spreading, as if opening for intrusion, rather than the tight //squeeze// of male arousal.
Worse is the stretch of your tailbone. Your spine twists, achieving a horny whimper as you suck at the mistress's fleshy lips, a <span class="changeMis">predatory</span> hunger overriding the alien sensations in your chest.
At least, until a painful yank of your ears <<linkreplace "knocks your head back!">>knocks your head back!
You gasp, chest heaving for breath and...and bouncing? Drool dribbles from your mouth, hands still slung around the mistress' ass even as hers lift to your armpits, thumbs extending to toy with your expanding nipples like joysticks.
Mind addled by lust and the sweat already dripping from the spread of fur across your shoulders, words fail to come.
"What's happ<span class="mistress">ening to</span> me…!?" Your voice cracks, snapping back to a pre-adolescent girly squeak. The tone matches the feminine endowments slowly filling the space between your shoulders. Tits, and not small ones at that. The mistress cups them, teasing at the soot black fluff spreading to cover your large bosom.
Her paws work on the zipper of your hoodie, tossing away the garment before sliding a claw down the front of your shirt, cutting it like paper.
<span class="mistress">"You're becoming //just like me//."</span> The mistress smiles, admiring the flattening of your belly. Mass is redistributed to your hips, swelling bigger and rounder. Your hands slide down but the motion is too quick. Your palms slap your new booty, sending your fat ass and flanks jiggling a little. The motion teases at the snub of a silvery tail already sprouting from your lower back. The energy in the transformation is draining, your body numb from exhaustion.
"<span class="mistress">H</span>-how?" Your girly voice leaves your black fox ears twitching.
<span class="mistress">"Magic silly."</span> The vixen seduces.
Her paws wrap around your hands and place your fingers across your new tits. They feel hot under your fingers. Dense and supple as an effeminate groan tiredly escapes your fattening lips. <span class="mistress">"It was only a matter of time. But I could see how much more dominant you are compared to the other girls when they first arrived. And besides, why settle with looking when you can learn how it //feels// to be this hot?"</span>
The smell of latex assaults your nostrils as the mistress scoops you up, sliding your body towards the bed. You can barely fight the motion, mind focused on the foreign sensation of heat dissipating across your chest. You yawn, tail bursting from the top of your jeans, consuming whatever energy reserves remained within your form.
"I don't...<span class="mistress">I-I…</span>"
<span class="mistress">"Oh don't be silly. Of //course// you want to be a twin of the mistress…of //me//"</span> Your body is too weak as the vixen pulls away your trousers and pressed your back into the bed. Eyes fluttering, the mistress rests a paw on your belly before trailing a claw down your navel. You don't grunt...you //groan!// She pauses over the <span class="changeMis">female</span> sex you've barely considered. Black edges your vision. The vixen tenderly lifts your hands and, after roughly selecting one of your fingers, presses the digit into the moist lips of your new sex.
You buck, too fatigued to fight-off the whimper of pleasure.
<span class="mistress">"Sleep tight darling, we're going to have //so// much fun in the morning."</span>
[[You completely black out, barely aware of your hand pumping your snatch as all awareness of the world is lost to your slumber.|Twintransition]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>The door opening wakes you out of your doze.
You feel the strange need to jump to attention before the silver fox. The mistress has that aura of command that ensures you toe the line.
Standing, you clasp your hands to your sides and try to ensure your eyes don't stray down from the fox's beautiful face. It's hard when her outfit glistens in the low light. Her heels clip against the floorboards.
<span class="mistress">"I'm impressed!"</span> The mistress' smile is genuine...you think? <span class="mistress">"I apologise for the long delay, but thank you for waiting. The master is happy to provide a bed for the night. He doesn't wish to be disturbed at present, but he wants to ensure you feel at //home."//</span>
You nod, trying not to smile at such a formal and fitting statement from the vixen. The mistress picks up the platter holding the bell and moves it to a mahogany bedside table. The motion is so normal that it's almost unworthy of comment...if not for how the vixen lingers over the item, breasts showing a flash of cleavage above her tightly-corseted chest. Mistress' tail hovers in the air, framing her perky flanks. Blink and it's like the display never happened. The furious beating of your heart, however, suggests <<linkreplace "there is no doubt...">>there is no doubt...
<span class="mistress">"I don't wish to intrude."</span> The furry white vixen nods, spreading her fluffy white paws out to the sides of a small curtsey. Latex creaks. The motion gives a short flash of a significant amount of soft thigh. <span class="mistress">"I'll leave you to rest. We shall continue in the morning and pray that this storm blows over quickly for you."</span>
"Errr, thank you." You nod, bashful from all the attention. "And send my gratitude to your...your master."
With the vixen gone and the night to yourself, it's not long until you're tempted by the huge king-size bed. Stoking up the fire, you hang your clothes over a chair to try and slip into the bed, embarrassed at your nakedness in such a strange place. Yet such worries are laid to rest as your eyes flutter closed.
Sleep follows soon after. [[Your dreams are filled with red latex and silver-white fur...|Slave2]] <</linkreplace>>You sleep deeply from the exhaustion of the transformation your body has been subjected to. Your face has evolved from masculine to a feminine pout, with black fox ears topping a sweetly effeminate face. A bushy black fox tail is swept around and cuddled in your hands cutely, almost disguising your wide hips and girly curves of your thighs.
Each shallow breath lifts your supple breasts; E-cups, and smothered in silky black-and-silver fur just like the mistress. In your slumber, your fingers explore your new honey pot. You pussy drools from the pair of digits dreamily toying with your clit. It's a mindless action of self pleasure that only foreshadows your pursuit of sexual <span class="changeMis">//domination//</span> [[the following day...|Twin2]] You wake to the sound of the door opening. Rolling over in bed, you wipe at your eyes...a little unsure why so much fur clings to your cheeks.
<span class="mistress">"Time to wake up my precious little vixen."</span> The mistress greets you warmly, tugging open the curtains to shed warm morning sunlight into the room. You startle at the bright light, blinking long eyelashes as you try to make sense of your body. Everything feels <span class="changeMis">//wrong.//</span> Heavy in some places and lighter in others. Your chest seems to bubble and //bounce// as you slide away from the duvet, yawning with a delicate whine. Huh...<<linkreplace //whine?//>>//whine?//
You stare at your hands, tilting your head in <span class="changeMis">confusion</span> at the black little claws dotting your fingers. Tail wagging, the confusion builds into <span class="changeMis">vertigo</span>. Wait!? What's //happened// to you? Head spinning, a paw on your shoulder rapidly settled any doubts. The squeak of the mistress' latex attire shakes you from your uncertainties.
<span class="mistress">"Hey I know. It's a big day."</span> The silver fox grins, showing a few teeth as she rubs at your black ears. <span class="mistress">"You look gorgeous hun. You're going to make such a good ''apprentice.''"</span>
<span class="changeMis">"A-apprentice?"</span> You stutter, eyes wide.
<span class="mistress">"Speak clearly dear."</span> The mistress tuts, waving you up off the bed. In nothing but a pair of black panties, the fur white that speckles your shoulders and back stands on end in the tepid air.
<span class="mistress">"An apprentice?"</span> You try again, trying to mimic the smooth feminine tone of your role model.
<span class="mistress">"Yes! Can't you remember?"</span> The silver fox hums, strutting over to the desk to recover what looks like a pile of glistening red rubber. You stare, watching as she lifts and shakes out a skimpy and remarkably similar latex dress as herself. <span class="mistress">"You're going to look beautiful in tight latex. A body like yours, dear, is far too good for that of a servant. Bold, sly, and //ravishing//. The master will be so pleased."</span>
You blush at her compliments, feeling your tail swish at the thought of not only being pretty...but <span class="changeMis">//desirable//</span>. Heart pumping, you step up to the mistress with a grin, staring at the mirror-image of her own bodysuit dangling before you.
<span class="mistress">"Swivel around. I'll show you today how the straps work."</span>
Body hot, you shiver from the first touch of red latex upon your fur. The glossy rubber hugs your hips tightly as the mistress works her paws to smooth out the plastic. You gasp at her touch, unaware of how fur spreads across the rest of your body. Tipping onto your toes as the strap of the thong snaps between your fluffy asscheeks, the stance feels //natural// as your toes spread out into wide, black paws.
<span class="mistress">"That's it, breathe in. We want to hear you //squeak// with each shake of your delectable bosom."</span>
You gasp again, arching your spine as your hands work up the silvery fur across your chest. The tugging of plastic across your nipples causes your hips to shimmy. Wow! You've never known your <span class="changeMis">pussy</span> to feel so tight. Nor your chest, as red latex squeezing your tits upwards into impossibly perky fluffy melons. Swishing your vulpine tail, you enjoy the //creak// and //squeak// of latex hugging your waist.
<span class="mistress">"Go on, have a look at yourself."</span> The silver fox grins, turning you around to stare into a large polished mirror hanging on the wall. You blink through a few moments of <span class="changeMis">dissociation</span>, almost struggling to tell <<linkreplace "who is who in the reflection...">>who is who in the reflection...
Two silver foxes stare back. Both are clad in stark red latex...the only difference before your expressions. Your ears draw back shyly studying the undeniably beautiful vixen you are….that <span class="changeMis">you've become?</span> It's a silly thought. You've <span class="mistress">//always//</span> had grey highlights and dark fluffy paws. It's why the mistress chose <span class="changeMis">//you//</span> as her apprentice.
<span class="mistress">"Chin up dear. A mistress should never look meek."</span>
You do as you're told, setting your shoulders back and letting your breasts hang free. Your mimic takes the opportunity to wrap a black leather collar above your shoulders, pulling the choker tight.
<span class="mistress">"Perfect. And now perk your ears...and stand up straight."</span>
The mistress gives your rump a little slap, bringing you to attention. You bash your knees together, clenching around the burning heat in your groins as you study yourself. Not only watching your <span class="mistress">gorgeous reflection</span> but working your paws under your tits, awed by how the provocative uniform makes you feel. Not only hot and flustered...but confident. <span class="changeMis">//Dominant//</span> even as you still your tail, fixing your reflection with a <span class="mistress">cold</span> stare.
<span class="mistress">"Awww you're going to be perfect."</span> The silver fox opposite drops a paw to your tail. With a little push, she guides you to the bedroom door.
<span class="mistress">"Now, the most important part of your new job consists of one thing. Do you know what it is?</span>
You pause, before <<linkreplace "a smirk crosses your muzzle...">>a smirk crosses your muzzle...
<span class="mistress">"Pleasing the master."</span> Unlike before, your voice comes out smooth, soft, and with a hint of underlying <span class="mistress">steel</span>. The sign of a hard <span class="mistress">woman</span>, even if the red latex and collar suggests that you have no fear of being a <span class="mistress">slut</span> between the sheets.
<span class="mistress">"Exactly! You'll be ready to lead the house in no time!"</span> The current mistress snickers, pulling open the door of the guest room and [[ushering you through.|TwinTravel]]
<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><span class="mistress">"Come, don't make eye contact with //them."//</span> The mistress tuts, reaching over to flick you under your black furry chin. Her red latex squeaks in tune with yours as your both strut down the hallway. <span class="mistress">"You're going to be a mistress. You look //down// on the vixens, dear."</span>
You nod firmly, remembering your place.
There's so much to <span class="changeMis">recall</span> as you fumble on your paws, ensuring that your entire demeanour is a mix of sensual, predatory, and authority too. The contrast of hard, soft, and //sexy// is a difficult motion to pull-off. But then again, you have the mistress from which to replicate.
<span class="mistress">"I didn't realise we had so many servants."</span> You exclaim cooly, watching a group of maids at work polishing the bannisters rolling up a sweeping staircase. They pause, lowering their eyes as you sashay past. <span class="mistress">Ha! As they should!</span> You pull your ears back and flick your short white hair, amber eyes gleaming.
<span class="mistress">"The master has a lot of requirements he //deems// necessary."</span> The mistress comments, slinging her hand-paw into yours. With a tug, she leads you up to the second floor. There's no pretence for the destination you're aiming towards. The logic makes perfect sense...as does the hint of male <span class="mistress">musk</span> in the air that hints at the nearby living quarters belonging to the master of the house.
You hover by the door, heart beating a little faster.
Latex squeaking, your mirror image grins, bumping her shoulder in yours as an excuse to lean over and grope your tight butt.
<span class="mistress">"Come on dear. I think you have everything you need. [[Now, let's introduce you...|TwinEnding]]"</span>The master looks up from his table when you and the mistress enter. His smile brightens upon seeing you, the new apprentice. Though, trying to distinguish the difference between you is a little difficult. //Impossible// even. You're ''identical''. Both in the colour and depth of your fur, but also the tight red latex you wear. The master blinks as he pushes back his chair, setting down a pen and clambering to his feet.
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You never thought it was possible for anybody to be this <span class="changeMis">handsome</span>. The male before you is a cross fox, a dark variant of a vulpine that means his fur is a gorgeous onyx colour. Orange fur flecks his shoulder and back, marking the rugged angle to his muzzle. Amber eyes flick between you and your twin as a sly grin spreads across his muzzle. Dark tail swishing, he clasps his paws behind his back, displaying a wide chest disguised under a plain white shirt.
"I didn't realise you had a companion." The master addresses you smoothly, voice regal and with a faintly British tone. Controlled, even as his heart pounded at the sight of not one mistress, but //two.//
<span class="mistress">"Oh no. I'm the new apprentice master."</span> You do a short curtsey, though your head and shoulders aren't in it. <span class="mistress">"I've come to...//introduce// myself."</span>
By the way your paws linger by your breasts, settling at last on your womanly thighs, there's no mistaking the <span class="changeMis">intention</span> behind such words. Your amber eyes sparkle, seeing the mirror image of yourself steps to the side, crossing her arms to watch the show.
"I'm sure you have." The cross fox's smile shows teeth. It's a //hungry// look as he steps into your little sphere of influence. //Commanding//, testing the limits of where you'll take such sass.
He traces your ears with his black paws, helping to <<linkreplace "smooth the ruffles from your fur...">>smooth the ruffles from your fur...
<span class="mistress">"Perhaps you'd like a closer inspection?"</span> With a giggle, you slide your paws up and around his, bringing them down to press the male's paw pads into the latex covering your nipples. His breath steams your face, your nostrils flaring to <span class="mistress">revel</span> in the masculinity of the masters cloying musk.
"My, you're a //forward// one." He laughs, resisting your temptation to instead give a little <<linkreplace "tug on your black collar...">>
For a moment your facade slips. A little squeak of submission reveals the undertones to your sultry display. Of course the master knows! He can see right through you...enjoying your squirms. You may be a mistress, but //he// is the ''master''.
<span class="mistress">"Maybe you'd like to learn the difference between us?"</span> You gasp when his hands grasp at your tight butt, causing the latex thong between your cheeks to squeak. <span class="mistress">"I'm sure we can review our peculiarities in //depth."//</span>
You thrust up into the male's groin. Glossy red latex creaks as you lift yourself and shimmy down his abdomen, grinding your thinly veiled pussy across the fabric of his jeans.
<span class="mistress">"Perhaps we should take these off first, hmm?"</span> Your twin uses the distraction to sneak up behind the master. Her black paws dig under the waist of his professional trousers, already tugging them down under his tail. You giggle, pleased with the hard work of your apprentice.
Wait...was <span class="changeMis">//she//</span> the apprentice? You falter. The house needed an extra vixen to manage the housestaff. An extra //mistress// to both please the master and to keep his estate running smoothly. You'd been organising it together, hadn't you? Twin sisters who had remained inseparable, so much so that any concept of an individual <span class="changeMis">//I//</span> was instead a collective <span class="mistress">//we//</span>.
In truth, that dissociation was jarring as your hands seemed everywhere at once, tugging and arousing the master's fuzzy sheath as you continue to rub your sex into his. Into hers...yours...?
<span class="mistress">"Perhaps you'd like to see a little more?"</span> You drawl, enjoying how the male's eyes remain glued to your shoulders as you slowly begin to slide the red straps off your arms. Your breasts do the rest, their weight alone stretching the gloss plastic as you slowly, //sensually// begin to drop the skimpy outfit away from your nipples.
The master's tail wags slightly, constrained from larger movement by your sister grinding herself into his tight rump. The cross fox settles his paw on your voluptuous thighs, his grin mischievous as always.
"You look beautiful."
<span class="mistress">"And you know it."</span> You giggle, pressing yourself into the male. Dribbles of moisture from your tits strain his shirt as your moan, feeling a paw on your lower back pull you closer into the embrace. Chin on his shoulder, your whiskers tickle at the cross fox's neck. The master nibbles on one of your black ears, somehow managing to control the situation even with two scantily clad vixens partially grinding themselves against him. You don't know how. Your whole body is on fire with the urge to expose yourself. To remove all inhibitions that prevent you from teasing him, corrupting him into wanting you...<span class="mistress">//needing//</span> you. ''Master.''
"I wouldn't expect anything less of my mistress" He whispers hoarsely, chuckling at your eager, //primal// humping against his barely erect sheath. "My, somebody's an eager pet this morning, aren't they?"
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The master slips the rest of your latex down, rubbing his digits into the glossy plastic to feel the glorious texture of the smooth rubber. Your silver fur is speckled with sweat, fur standing on end now the tight restriction of red latex is stripped away.
You steal the moment with a little bat to his chin.
<span class="mistress">"Have you not heard of the term //ladies// first, hmm?"</span> You smirk, pushing your tongue over your beestung lips. He removes his paws, letting your shimmy back and slide the glossy latex under your hips. It feels so <span class="mistress">//good//</span> to display yourself like this. To //tease.//
<span class="mistress">"Tell me how much you want me."</span>
"Oh pet!" The man's eyes sparkle, "I'd give up all my wealth for you right now." A little purr makes his throat quiver as his hips sway a little, enjoying the continuing latex-clad teasing of your sister behind him. Her paws wrap around the male's squarish hips to fondle his sheath, semi-erect with the hint of his pointed vulpine dick.
<span class="mistress">"Silly."</span> You giggle, unable to stop your voice lighting up from the praise. <span class="mistress">"You already own me. You own everything about me. I'll always be yours, ''master.''"</span>
You kick away the red latex from your ankles. Animalistic pussy dripping; your hooded slit has never felt so loose in preparation for the heavy fucking your know that's coming. Master tugs as your collar, pulling you against his shirt as you giggle, using your paws to undo the buttons one by one. You try not to rush. Eagerness for sex plays as a sly grin across your muzzle.
"Now." The male's previously tight, formal voice now cradles a seductive whisper. His paws squeeze at your butt. You groan, arching your back in <span class="mistress">ecstasy</span> as the first wet prod of his shaft against the lips of your sex
[["Let's see how different you two really are...!"|TwineFinale]]
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\<</linkreplace>>You never noticed the magic in the house when you entered. But you're human, so what do you expect? You don't believe in magic, nor are you able to sense the hot tingle of it around your sleeping form. Caressing you, filling you, //changing// you.
If you were aware, you might have freaked about the growth of a fluffy fox tail under the covers. The tilt of your hips and the //stretch// of your spine as you mumble, clutching the bed sheets tight against your expanding chest. Silverly-white fur sprouts down your shoulders, hair deepening into a thick black pelt that spreads across your growing muzzle.
Your thoughts are <span class="changeMaid">possessed</span> by red latex and a black-collared vixen. Your wet dreams aren't the typical dick-throbbing lust-filled sex scene per normal...but the wet <span class="changeMaid">//grinding//</span> of your widening hips. Oh fuck that feels //good!// In reality, your dick shrinks to become the pussy corrupting your mind with the deeply feminine, hot arousal that focuses as much around your growing breasts as the clench of your slit.
The gender change isn't nearly as dramatic as the vulpine adjustments taking place to your body. Black fox ears, silver fur, and a bushy tail which wraps around your widening hips. And, underlying it all, the slow <span class="changeMaid">mindwash</span> that steals away any and all thought [[suggesting you ever looked any different...|Slave3]]
You sleep in a shallow slumber, undisturbed by the changes that have possessed your body. Shuddering with the extra mass enveloping your curvaceous hips, your flanks have swollen in something pear-shaped and distinctly //effeminate//. Breasts pressed into the mattress, you toss and turn during your sleep, fingers brushing at the wide spade nestled within your loins. A bushy foxes tail swishes, long and silver. The same can be said about the creamy white fur across your bosom, with black fox ears and the hint of vulpine whiskers under your nose. The silvery colouration is alluring, disarming, and heavily //feminine//...a forewarning to the new <span class="maid">role</span> [[you are ready to take within the mansion.|Slave4]]<span class="mistress">"Good morning my little //pet!"//</span>
You wake to the mistress's snout pressed against your face. Eyes jumping open, you almost lurch upright if not for a paw pushing against your breast. lungs heaving, heart beating in an attempt to fast-forward your sleepiness, the strangely floral aroma of fur and latex assaults your senses
Not that you have time to consider that when the silver-fox is pressed on top of you. Paws resting against your sides, you choke out a moan when the vixen's paw roughly grips around your vulva.
<span class="mistress">"My! Somebody's been such a naughty girl! You haven't been //enjoying// yourself without your //mistress// have you?"</span>
You squeak when the silver fox scrapes moisture from your sex with a furry digit and proceeds to wipe it across your forehead. Shuddering, your whiskers twitch at the salty scent from your wet dreams, eyes wide and innocent under the deeply provocative gaze of the cheeky fox. The mistress slides off you, settling onto the edge of the bed with her tail waving. A squeak of red latex marks the lift of her breasts as the woman rolls her shoulders, as if to refresh her regal composure.
<span class="mistress">"Up then pet! Time to get you dressed and ready to serve!" </span>
You blush furiously at the coddling tone, ears pulling back at the thought of being //owned// by the vixen before you. That couldn't be right! You'd only just...only just what? Head <span class="changeMaid">spinning</span>, any chance to accommodate the confusion regarding your form it wiped clean by the vixen's stern words. You're <span class="changeMaid">compelled</span> to obey, meekly dropping your eyes as your stand before the silver fox.
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<span class="mistress">"Lighten up dear. I want to know my pet is happy with her role."</span> The mistress feigns a sigh, voice a mix of warm and cold as she plays with her black collar. It's a thoughtful look, eyes narrowing as she considers your foxy form from ears to tail. The vixen shows no shame in sliding her paws across your belly and chest, playing with your assets as if you're nothing more than an object. Your tits feel hot and heavy, tipping you forward into the fox's caress.
<span class="mistress">"Legs together pet, and chin up….there we go! Ears back and a little pout. Perfect!"</span>
You follow the instructions flawlessly, face blushing as how <span class="changeMaid">satisfying</span> it is...how //easy!// All you have to do is follow the mistress' exact instructions, and her warm smile is enough of a treat that you'd do it all again. There was no point worrying about it. You <span class="changeMaid">//know//</span> the silver fox. She's so kind and regal and...and she'll //never// tell you to do something bad! The more you obey the easier it becomes. That distracting middle-ground of deciding whether to follow the instructions soon fades to <span class="maid">nothing</span>.
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The cute red latex she dresses you with is a compliment to her own. A tube top that keeps your breasts perky, as well as stockings that hug your feminine legs, showing all of the beautiful curves of your body. A black collar around your neck completes the look. A leather strap much thicker and heavier than mistress' own. With a large D-ring in the front, you have a suspicion what it will be used for.
Though, after having so much latex covering your silvery fur, the vixen decides to leave your groins bare. There's no rubber thong nor any cute panties like you expect. Instead, your swollen hood remains visible between your chubby thighs, the latex of your stockings rubbing against the lips of your slit. It's hard not to <span class="maid">//moan...//</span>
<span class="mistress">"Head up dear."</span> The Mistress commands as she guides you down the hallway. <span class="mistress">"I want my pet to always look her best."</span>
The vulpine squeaks as she walks, her latex dress a stark red in contrast to her black and white fur. She leads you to the kitchens, part of a routine inspection of the hygiene and work ethic of the staff. You walk in the silver fox's shadow, quick to respond to her requests to carry towels, fumbling with the fabric between your paws. You can't imagine what it must be like working next to the ovens down here. The fur covering your body is sweltering, leaving you woozy as you curtsy to the head chef, eyes down and fully aware of the bulky collar hugging your neck.
Returning to the mistress' private room is a blessing. It's cool near the huge sash windows and you can finally relax, knowing there are no pitying staff members constantly studying you as you attend to the mistress' every need.
<span class="mistress">"Sit."</span> The mistress places her paws on your shoulders and forces you into the chair. <span class="mistress">"I've got some business to attend to and whilst I do, I want you here copying last week's reports."</span>
You nod <span class="maid">dutifully</span>, settling down to begin work. The pen is difficult to hold in your paws, chest hot from the red latex that encapsulates your big tits. After so much strutting around after your mistress, you have the urge <<linkreplace "to flop and rest on the table...">>to flop and rest on the table...
At least, until a furry hand tugs at the back of your collar.
You perk-up, ready and attentive in a split second.
"<span class="maid">I...I thought you had business, m-mistress?</span>"
The vulpine's black-furred snout hovers by one of your pointed ears and then the other. You can smell her floral scent, hear the //seduction// dripping from her words. But, it's not as loud as the ''click'' of a metallic clasp around the black leather of your collar. You squeak, turning your head as the Mistress practically drags you to her feet. Eeeek! A strap of leather runs from your neck to her hand.
A ''leash'', wrapped around your owner's paw as you squeak, squeezing your pussy between your thighs meekly. No. You shouldn't be getting all <span class="changeMaid">flustered</span> from this! You're a good girl! You don't need a ''leash''!?
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The mistress' typical latex dress is gone. There's no rubber left to hide any of her draw-droppingly //gorgeous// assets. You feel your sex dribble at the sight, heart pounding first at the view of her engorged silverly breasts...and then her dark smile. Your breath catches as the mistress struts forward, pulling the leash tight such that you're flung forward, muzzle landing on top of the vixen's tits.
<span class="mistress">"Now now pet. You shouldn't ogle at your mistress should you?"</span>
You squeak, wanting to say no, but unable to do anything with the massaging of your butt cheeks...and then your pussy. With your collar yanked so tightly against your mistress' bust, there's nothing you can do but <span class="changeMaid">whimper</span> as a claw-tipped digit that stirs your glistening honey pot.
Mistress' grin spreads from ear to ear.
All you can do is whimper. The leash ensures you remain pressed into her fur, breathing in her scent. Any control is <span class="maid">lost</span> when the vixen reaches down to tickle at your drooling pussy hidden between latex-covered loins.
The mistress' grin spreads wide.
[["I can see that I'm going to have a lot of fun with you."|SlaveFinale]]
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\<</linkreplace>>Submission and dominance are like two sides of the same coin. Like you and your twin...the same, but different. You can’t remember a time when you weren’t together. ''The Vulpine Mansion'' doesn’t run itself and many hands make light work...and provide extra pleasure for the Master. Hehe, with it often becomes a game between you and your sister as you vie for the cross fox’s attention. Just thinking about the stern man sends your heart fluttering...and your paws rubbing down the red latex that ensures your body is always tight, alluring, and oh so //horny.//
The way the two of you work is like magic. Your connection with your silver-furred sister intimate, kind, and oh so //kinky!// Her thoughts mirror yours...as does her cheeky habit of pestering the master of the house. Sometimes commanding the vixen staff gets too stressful.
Sometimes, the two of you like having all control taken away...
<center><<link "END" "Credits">><</link>></center>You’ve always been eager to please...and what better way to make somebody happy than to be their pet!? Hehe, not that you think about such things. You don’t think at all! Mistress worries about silly things like //thoughts// so that all you have to do is ''obey''. It’s so simple and besides...she loves having you on display! You black leather collar proves you’ll always be hers. A cute sign of your complete submission, as well as a practical item! Hehe, it’s unusual not to have your leash tied around a table leg, happily waiting for the next time you can treat your mistress for an adorable lick around her slit!
You recall something wrong about the manor...you shouldn’t be in this body with all these urges...but that was what mistress does to you. She’s such a beautiful fox that just the thought of pleasing her sweet pussy sends your tail wagging. Latex squeaks, your paws lift, a stupid grin spreading from cheek to cheek! Hehe, you love being a //pet!//
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Thanks for playing! "The Vulpine Manor" is a CYOA text-based game created using [[Twine 2.0|https://twinery.org/]], an epic open-source package for coding interactive fiction. This story was written and co-coded by [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]] as well as being commissioned and co-coded by [[Deiser|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/Deiser]]. We hope you enjoyed the adventure!
<center><<link "Play Again!" "Title">><</link>></center>Sure, you might have tried to leave the Vulpine Estate before the magic but consumed you...but upon first stepping into the house, your corrupted fate was sealed. Your feeble human body can't resist the desire to return….nor the desire to //serve.//
And what better way to use your talents than to bolster the porn industry? Hot, honry magic lingers around your body. A constant //needy// stress that even sex can't alleviate. The dreams don't help. Nightly visions tease you with a world of sanctuary within which to finally achieve the relief your body so desperately needs.
You can't recall your life before serving the master and you don't want to. Your life is intertwined with the manor forever. There never was any hope of escape.
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