The Tail's Treacherous Ecstasy
My mind grew hazy, filled with nothing but the delicious sensation radiating from my ears and tail. I knew I should resist, but I couldn't. Was this another of Terria's schemes?
The sounds escaping my lips—lewd moans I'd never heard from Terria's mouth before—now poured from my own as I inhabited her body. I desperately tried to tense my tail against his touch, but the electric tingles made any resistance impossible.
"Haaah...! Hnngh, h-heuk? Eut... s-stop...! Huuht."
"Hehe, feels that good, huh? I'll make it even better. Once you're drowning in pleasure, all those thoughts will vanish."
—Squeeze, knead. Then Terria started massaging my tail with those huge hands, like he was working out a knot. Bang! Bang! Explosive jolts shot from my ass up my spine like fireworks. The rough groping felt worlds apart from the gentle strokes before.
Before I knew it, my strength gave out while kneeling, and I slumped back against the firm chest behind me.
"Hold on a sec—I'll release the slave command now. Just leave your body to me."
"Huuung, y-yes! Huut...! W-what... did you say?"
A wave of liberation washed over my immobile legs and arms. It terrified me—the loss of control over my own movements. And the relentless waves of unfamiliar, intoxicating pleasure crashing over me from head to toe.
I have to escape. Get up and get out of this room. Staying here is dangerous...
—Wobble... My body wouldn't obey, and my numb legs from kneeling so long buckled. I staggered up only to collapse backward.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the painful impact on my ass. But a broad body enveloped me from behind, pulling me down onto his lap. One of Terria's legs coiled around my thigh like a vice, pinning it, while the hand on my tail wrapped around my waist.
"Where do you think you're going? Wanna run? Fine, if you cum once, I'll let you go."
"Heuk, w-who said...! Huut, I-I'm gonna...!"
"You can turn your head now—take a look in the mirror. Your face screams you're about to cum."
"Eut...?"
His words snapped me back a little. I turned to the mirror. The woman staring back had disheveled golden hair, glazed cobalt eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips. My original body—his body now—coiled around her like a serpent, her legs splayed wantonly.
"Haaah...! L-let gooo... h-heuk!"
Shame crashed over me like a tidal wave, mingled with disgust at being groped by a man like some faggot. My mind cleared just enough to thrash wildly. My flailing hair whipped across Terria's face as I struggled.
But no matter how hard I fought, it was like being bound in ropes—I couldn't break free. Watching me, Terria leaned to my other ear, blowing softly as he whispered.
"Relax your body and stay still, you bitch in heat."
"Hiiik...?! Hyaaak, f-fu... fuck...!"
Goosebumps erupted across my skin, my thighs clenching tight. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. Meanwhile, the arm around my waist slid upward, groping my breasts through my clothes.
It was a subtler thrill than the tail's direct jolt—mysterious, insidious. I scratched at his legs and arms with my nails, but he only gripped harder, tormenting me more.
"Hng... h-heut. What... are you...! Stooop... haaah... huuut...?"
Wait—my body...? No, this isn't mine. It's Terria's. A corner of my mind clung to reason amid the chaos. This overwhelming pleasure wasn't because I was lewd. It was this weak-ass body betraying me. That was all.
"N-nooo...! It's not me, it's your body that's slutty! Hic, th-that's why... heuuut."
"What...? It's not the body—it's the master who's the perv."
As those massive hands kneaded my breasts—too big for even him to fully grasp—a dull heat built in my chest and lower belly. When he flicked or gently twisted my nipples, electricity surged through me, making my body twitch uncontrollably.
Yeah. This female fox beastkin's body was just that depraved. No way I'd feel this from a man—especially my old body. I was a guy until yesterday. I'd switch back soon. This had nothing to do with my will.
"Haaaang! Haut, th-there... d-don't flick it like thaaat! Hng...!"
The hot moans spilling from my parted lips had nothing to do with my will. The pleasure chemicals bubbling from my glands, the brain melting sweetly in them—none of it was my choice. It was his fingers rubbing the soft insides of my ears, his hands molding my yielding breasts. His body was the pervert, not me. I just had to endure a little. Like he said, ride out one orgasm.
"You're making excuses again, aren't you? Thinking weird shit. If you weren't a perv, you wouldn't feel this good."
"I-I'm not a perveert! H-heuk, ngut...! N-nooo... p-please stooop... hauk!"
My ears, still tender from his rough handling, sent sparks to my brain. The heat pooling in my belly edged closer to the limit, climbing step by step into unknown depths.
And the slick wetness between my legs. Unnoticed fluids had soaked my panties.
I twisted my narrow waist, resisting his filthy hands, but his iron grip was unbreakable.
"Haaaang...! Hyaauk, I... I'm gonna cum, huuuk, I think...! Haaah! Heuut...!"
"Your voice is so slutty already—just admit it. 'Master's an hopeless perv.'"
It was infuriating, him pinning it all on me. And the sudden thought—what if he's right?—made tears stream down. Or maybe just the overwhelming pleasure.
"H-heuk... I... I can't holood it...! Hik! Huu... h-hic...! A-ah, hyaaaah!"
The staircase in my core had climbed so high I couldn't see the top. I'd never cum as a woman, but instinct screamed what was coming. This is dangerous. My mind can't take it.
Then his finger snapped my stiff nipple—twang.
"Haaaaaaaang♡!!! Haaauuung!! I cummiiiied...! Cuuuuming... huuuuuk! Huuung...!"
"You did it without me even telling you? Next time, say 'I'm cumming, Master' first."
The endless fall yanked at my insides. My waist, my whole body shuddered nonstop as the pent-up ecstasy exploded everywhere. It felt so good. Insanely good. If it always felt this good, maybe I didn't care if it was Terria's body.
—Squirt! Splurt! Fluids gushed from my pussy, soaking my panties and dripping to the floor.
All strength fled me; I slumped against Terria's chest. Sanity trickled back slowly.
"Haaa... haaut. F-fuck... fuuuuck...!"
"Pfft, that good? You flooded the floor—you must've cum hard."
What the hell had I done? Self-loathing surged at how I'd felt it all despite fighting back.
Fuck. Crazy slut. Perverted bitch. Seeing my debauched face in the mirror, trembling sporadically, I forced myself up. Terria released his hold.
Red scratches striped his—my—arms. He frowned at them.
"Ow, how hard did you claw me with those nails? It hurts."
"Serves you right for not holding back. Haa."
"Still, your sensitivity's lower than I expected. Let's develop these tits more? Make 'em so sensitive you cum from a brush. Even through clothes it was this intense—what if I touch bare skin?"
"Huuut... e-enough already...!"
His hand grazed my tail, and my oversensitive body twitched again. I staggered to the bed and sat.
How had Terria lived with a body this responsive? And without drugs. I'd tried every aphrodisiac out there—even the ones that force heat—but could any match this body's raw sensitivity?
Develop it more? Her breasts? Ridiculous. I'd switch back long before that.
—Gurgle. First, food.
"Hungry, Master? It's lunchtime anyway—let's eat then head out. You can't cook, so I'll make it. Wait here?"
Terria left for the kitchen. Sigh. That girly tone from my burly male body was pure cognitive dissonance.
I lay on the bed, fingering the red choker around my neck, lost in thought. Without this, I'd blast him with magic. What did Terria really want? How did making me cum fit his plan?
The shock of it all made my head spin. Haa, haa. Each panting breath made my swollen breasts heave.
First, change panties.
—Schlick. Pulling the soaked fabric down my legs stretched a long string from pussy to cloth. I'd squirted a ton.
I grabbed fresh ones from a drawer, changed, and headed to the kitchen.