Chapter One

Arthur grabbed the printout and headed to his next interview. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached in and his clothes vibrated, he was still not used to that. Dany had sent him a text concerning his latest interviewee. He was right, Danyssa had added her to the candidates list this morning, and she also mentioned one other piece of information…

He had a growing checklist of things he needed to get done, but would need to wait. He hoped that Danyssa had gotten the two newbies settled in alright, but he would have to check in on Kira and Becky later. Eventually he would have to admit that he needed more help and bring in a secretary but he was managing for the moment.

He stepped into the conference room. Waiting for him was a young woman… asleep on the conference room table, head resting on folded arms. Her lower half was seated in a chair before snaking under the table. Arthur moved to shake her awake, but stopped himself short. He grabbed a pencil instead and gently began prodding her shoulder. “Hey. Hey. Wakey wakey hands off snakey.” She groaned and pushed her face deeper into her arms. “Go ‘way.” He poked her again, harder this time. “Mmmrf” He leaned in. “What was that?” He poked her again. A hand flashed out and slapped the pencil from his hand. Her entire body froze as her fingertips brushed against Arthur’s bare skin.

“Fuck me, I was careful this time!”

“Okay Cheryl.” He sat her up. “You fell asleep because you’re too cold, right?”

She nodded slowly. “Too cold.” She mumbled. “Okay, Lamia are cold blooded, so it’s totally normal for them to need help when their body temperature drops too much, from now on you should ask your teammates for help if you’re too cold.” She nodded, “Ask for help.” He nodded with her, then stopped, he thought about his activities over the last few days. He didn’t need another harem member, and the girls he had were running him ragged despite his superhuman increase in stamina, but…

He did a quick count, I’ve had sex with more people in the past three days than I dated in all four years of college. All I really need is for her not to mention all this and get us all fired. Fuck. He didn’t know why he was trying so hard to resist. He wanted her. “You want to work in my department, because my department is the best. Nothing in this department seems out of the ordinary to you.” She nodded along, so he continued. “Everything that happens is totally normal.” She intoned back to him. “Totally normal.” He smiled. “Good, nothing that happens between coworkers on this team is worth mentioning to anyone else.” She nodded along. There, that at least covers my bases.

The door opened.

Chapter Two

Danyssa walked in closing the door behind her. “Sorry I’m late. You are going to want to check in on Kira and Becky at some point. They’re going to deserve-” she stopped. “Is she okay?” She moved to Cheryl’s side with a look of obvious concern on her face. “Cheryl, Ms. Spiteblood, are you okay?” She sounded more panicked and looked back at Arthur. “Arthur what’s wrong with her?!?”

He sighed. “Calm down. She’s okay.” She looked at him, not understanding. “I…” He decided to come clean. “have some kind of power. The first time I touch someone, or they touch me, they enter this…” he struggled for the right word. “trance. While they’re there they are more… malleable. Desires are brought up to the surface. I- I did it to you.”

Danyssa Shiavereth stood there, blinking as she processed that information. She shook her head, then looked back and forth between Arthur and Cheryl. “That’s- so fucking hot! It’s like- like you’re fucking their minds. You- you own them. You own me.” She had started touching herself. It was Arthur’s turn to stare in disbelief. Dany turned and drew Cheryl into a deep long kiss. “Arthur owns you now. You’re his slut slave fucktoy. You love him.” Arthur stepped closer “Wait-“ she jumped into his arms, shoving her tongue into his mouth. “Please- please fuck her. Look at her.” Cheryl was flushed, her breathing was ragged, and she squirmed in her seat. “She needs it. You’re the most important thing in her universe.”

Danyssa’s skirt was up around her waist, her bare cunt grinding against Arthur’s lap. His clothes parted and dissolved and flowed up Dany’s body. The blue form popped buttons and swirled around Danyssa’s limbs. It flowed up her shirt applying suction and driving her even closer to the edge. Arthur’s cock was lined up with her dripping wet, tight little pussy and with the slightest forward motion he pushed inside her. Her legs wrapped around his torso as he bounced her on his cock. He swung her around, planting her ass on the conference room table. Lexx shifted into something a little more humanoid, hugging Danyssa’s back.

Arthur pushed Danyssa fully to the table and Lexx flowed around her to straddle her face, kissing Arthur and pushing one hand down into Danyssa’s cunt, sliding over her clit. The ooze had begun to fill her mouth, tasting like sweet honey and Arthur’s cum and her own juices and swirling around her tongue. Danyssa was going crazy, she needed to cum. She had leapt headfirst over the edge but she couldn’t fall. She just hung there release just out of reach. Arthur grunted and exploded inside her, but didn’t stop. He just kept going, like a machine.

He pulled out as if he planned on spraying her down with his next load, and suddenly the ooze shifted configuration. She found herself looking into inhumanly blue eyes. She felt Arthur’s cock push back inside her again. She wondered how long she could hold out before he broke her, she looked down and… through her? It wasn’t Arthur’s cock inside her but a perfect replica. Then she saw it and every nerve in her body shuddered in delight. Arthur’s cock was buried in the ooze girl, and Danyssa could see it! Her entire body shuddered and bucked. A tongue filled her mouth.

Arthur came again into the ooze girl, she vibrated with the intensity of her two partners as waves of pleasure reverberated between them. Lexx collapsed, unable to hold her form and dripped to the floor.

“Darling?”

Chapter Three

Arthur looked up at the lamia. She sat in her chair, hands held in front of her skirt. Her silver hair cascaded down her back.

Did… did she wake up on her own? He didn’t think that was possible. Arthur wondered just how much of Danyssa’s commands had stuck, he knew just how hard it was to rewrite someone wholesale… but she did call him darling.

Lexx was a dissolved puddle dripping onto the stonework floor, shimmering iridescent rainbows danced over her surface. Danyssa gurgled happily on the table, a thin line of drool on her chin, her brain still recovering from the mind melting orgasm.

That’s never happened before, huh. What? I think Danyssa disrupted her trance. I didn’t end it. Try to put her back. “Trance.”

She stopped, cocking her head at him confused. “Um, what are you doing?” It’s not working. Shit. Fuck. “Sorry, bit of a joke.” He was still standing over his naked panting boss. She moved around the table. “Hey I, uh, don’t normally date coworkers, but are you single?”

She’s kidding, right?

I think that some of what Danyssa said stuck, maybe? But she still seems normal.

“It’s… complicated.” He hedged. She shrugged and chuckled. “Well, I’m freezing.” She stripped her top, and began wrapping herself around him.

She began to coil around him. Okay, clearly some of it stuck, right? She’s not going to rat you out. You should just go with it. Arthur felt some of the hot slime trail up his leg. The Lamia had trailed through Lexx and was now smearing her across his naked skin. Easy for you to say. I’m pretty sure I’m about to be eaten. Her scales were cool. Her coils began to get tighter and tighter around him. His head was nestled between her soft globes, smothering him completely. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him in closer. Tan lines criss crossed over her skin.

“We can grab dinner tonight if you want. Although I think you’re a tad underdressed.” She chuckled. Arthur hadn’t realized that he had gone from standing upright to a more horizontal position trapped in her coils. She twisted again, and she was behind him, arms wrapped around his chest. She whispered into his ear. “I’ve liked you for a long time, you know. Although, I don’t know if you remember me.” Her hand snaked down his chest. “We met at orientation, about a year ago?” She tested the waters. “We weren’t in the same department so we ended up in different groups, but I can remember how nice you were. Most people don’t exactly treat us like people right away, you know? Leftover bad blood, I guess, but you didn’t even flinch when I introduced myself.” She sounded dreamy, like she was describing a brush with a celebrity. Her hand found what it had been questing for.

“I remember thinking, ‘He’s such a hunk, of course he’s not afraid of me.’” Arthur’s legs were trapped. She squeezed him. Dany had finally recovered enough to sit up from the table. She surveyed the scene playing out at her feet, one hand already beginning to fondle her cunt. She watched as the Lamia began to stroke. “I thought about you a lot.” Arthur saw Danyssa perched on the edge of the table, her tail pushing her stained shirt out of the way to begin groping her small perky tit. “When I was alone.” Her grip tightened and her speed increased.

Arthur’s cock dripped precum down her delicate fingers. “Darling!” She panted out. She twisted around him again, her snakelike speed and flexibility not giving Arthur a chance to react. She hovered above him and suddenly she was grinding against him, his cock pressed up between her wet slit and his stomach.

Their lips locked during this impromptu pussy-job. She had his arms pinned down around his side. There was no escape. Her breathing became ragged. She shifted, only slightly, and suddenly he was inside her. His cock felt like he was going to melt her from the inside. Arthur could feel her contract around him in trembling bursts as she pushed against him harder. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, she was so close.

Danyssa had cum the second he had entered her, the rest of Lexx dripping out of her, down to the floor. Arthur could feel it coming. He couldn’t do anything to stop it now, even with his newfound physique he had no leverage.

He exploded, her cunt clamped down around him, milking him for all she could take. She stifled a moan by biting down on his shoulder as her own climax wracked through her.

The section of Lexx smeared between them climbed up Arthur’s leg like a moth to the white sticky flame, before collapsing still unable to reform. The coils around him loosened and they relaxed for a moment on the scratchy green office carpet.

Chapter Four

It took some doing, but Arthur eventually was able to extract himself from the snakey python grip of the sleeping lamia. Danyssa sat reclined on the conference room table watching him struggle. She smirked as he wriggled his way out of Cheryl’s coils. Arthur stood and looked at the sleeping lamia. “I don’t know what you did but you can’t do it again. I’m still trying to figure out how all this works and now I can’t fix what I’ve done to Cheryl.” Danyssa pouted. “Aw, have I been bad?” She put a finger on her chin and dragged it down over her midsection enticingly.

Arthur stepped towards her. “I’m not playing-“ He stopped. Her hand shot out and wrapped around his shaft cutting him off. “No, you’re just mindfucking all of these women.” She dropped the act and began stroking. “You fucked them up and you fucked me up, and you know what? I don’t even care.” Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and her cunt dripped feeding the puddle Lexx. A splurt of cum landed on her thigh.

“We’re going to run this company. Just you and me. Every woman here is going to be lined up, waiting for their turn to make you cum, and I’ll be right behind you, cheering you on, fucking up their brains right there with you.” I like this one. Keep her around. “Once we have this place wrapped around our finger we’ll expand. First the city, then the country.” She picked up the pace and Arthur’s breathing grew ragged. Her ankles wrapped around him pulling him closer. She trailed a line of kisses from his ear down his jaw.

“I bet you knocked up every girl you’ve fucked so far haven’t you? Except for me. You haven’t cum in me yet, because I don’t deserve it. I need to earn it.” Arthur honestly couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Shiavereth was a knockout. A Bombshell. “Where’s that slimy cocksleeve?” Her tail had been molesting her during her ministrations and her skin was flushed. Her breathing was as ragged as Arthur’s. Suddenly Arthur couldn’t hold it anymore, the pressure that had been building erupting out of him. His cock was so hard. He coated her in his cum, the white splatter contrasting against her blue skin. Arthur bucked in her hand, shuddering as he came down from his climax. Aftershocks rippled through him.

“Trance.”

She froze. Everything but her tail froze anyway. It continued its work making lewd noises as it played with her dripping pussy. “Danyssa, You don’t want me to fuck every woman in the company.” Disagreement. She gave a shake of her head. “Danyssa, You only deserve the best.” That’s better, her tail picked up the pace. “If you only want the best then you want me to be the best, and to be the best you need me to be more discerning. It’s very important that I don’t waste my time on people who don’t deserve it. You know what I deserve, and are going to make sure that I get it”

She was so close, Arthur decided to be kind. “You don’t need to watch me fuck someone else to cum, but you do need to be thinking of me.” Okay not that kind. “And watching me fuck someone else still makes you the wettest you’ve ever been.” She came immediately, adding to the puddle of Lexx underneath her. Her body trembled with pleasure and her back arched as she howled silently at the ceiling.

“You understand that for our success we should bide our time and stay unnoticed. You don’t want to draw attention to us too soon.” She nodded. “Not too soon.” She intoned dreamily.

“Good. Awake!”

“You did it to me again, didn’t you?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “Gods, you can just change me whenever you want.” Her face heated up and her thighs ground together. She paused for a second and nodded. “Okay, I think I can see how you did it, but it seems like… it’s unimportant? It’s always been like that and I shouldn’t worry about it, and every time I think about it I get distracted by another line of thought.” She stood up from the table getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Fine. We’ll do this your way then. Mark my words though, you will run this hellhole. I’m going to be thoroughly reviewing your team, they’re going to need… coaching, if they’re going to be up to my standards.”

The way she said it was so… malicious. He wondered if he should be worried about his girls. I’m sure they’ll tell me if she gets to be more than they can handle. Arthur let her leave, wondering if he’d created a monster.

Lexx reformed over him, altering her form to give him the appearance of being dressed. He needed to get some work done so he pulled out his phone and shot off a few texts. He looked down at the lamia, and sent another text. Ha! Let her deal with the serpent girl.

Mata’s first day (side branch)

Mata stood outside the imposing building. Arthur had given her an address, and she had given her resignation, her old job was shit anyways. The pay was crap, her boss was a bitch and nobody there appreciated her there anyways. She was dressed professionally in a loose fitting white blouse that contrasted with her green skin and a short black skirt. She was excited to get to work closer with Arthur. She had a fantasy stuck in her brain of Arthur setting up her work station under his desk, and using her throat all day.

That’s all the encouragement she needed.

She stepped into the office lobby and walked over to a large reception desk. It was black and cold, made of marble with veins of white streaking through it. Everything in this lobby was sleek and modern, almost to the point of barrenness and hostility.

Behind the reception sat a half tabaxi, dressed in a light blue outfit, her hair pulled out of her face with a matching ribbon. She had to lean forward over the desk to look at Mata. “Do you have an appointment?” She asked in a dull, bored tone. “Uhm, no. I was supposed to be starting today. I’m going to be working under Arthur Penn.” The cat girl huffed and looked longingly at the clock. “Go to the elevators on the right, go up to the HR department for onboarding, seventh floor.” She dropped back into her seat, already done with the conversation. There wasn’t a name placard on the desk so Mata just offered a thank you and moved to follow instruction.

On the seventh floor she found row after row of cubes. Employees of every species flitted from box to box. Mata saw a fellow goblin standing in front of a copy machine and felt her knees weaken. I bet his cock is minuscule. Maybe when I’m camping under Arthur’s desk I should invite him to watch. She broke the line of thought. Focus. Let’s find HR and get through orientation and then I can go find Arthur.

She wandered down the line of offices, checking nameplates for someone in the right department. Eventually she found something.

And several hours later she was finally on her way, after watching mind numbing orientation videos and an instructor who talked like he clearly didn’t want to be there. The fact that he was a goblin absolutely helped nothing. Mata’s sole attention was on keeping her fingers from touching herself to the thought of forcing him to watch from a corner while she and Arthur gave him the best show of his pathetic life, his little dick at full attention but still only a fraction of Arthur’s. She kept her legs pressed together in a futile attempt to stop her pussy leaking and tried her best to avoid any movement. She was pretty sure that despite her best efforts she had left a wet spot on her chair.

Despite this distracted, perverted personal hell of her own making, she now had directions down to Arthur’s department. Riding the elevator down brought her to the basement. She walked down the hallway with a purpose, none of the doors had names, just numbers. Her panties were well past soaked and her juices had started dripping down her thighs. Frustrated, she decided to just open a door nearly at random.

Behind the door sitting at a low desk was…

Becky heard a small knock on the door. She panicked, stuffing her tits back into her top. The adrenaline passed and she relaxed, taking a breath and straightening herself before saying “Come in!”

Mata pushed the door open. “Uhm, Hi, I’m looking for Arthur? Can you help me?” Becky sat a little straighter. “Suuure. What did you need him for? I can approve maintenance tickets for you if you need tech support.” Mata shook her head, stepping into the office. “Uh, no I’m supposed to be joining his team-“ Becky cut her off “Ohhh, well your timing is perfect. I’m fit to bursting here.” The snaps on her top were undone before Mata had an opportunity to answer, revealing a perky pair of massive mammaries. Becky pulled Mata bodily onto her lap, and placed one hand behind her head, threading her fingers into her hair, and guiding her to a waiting tit. Warm milk flooded Mata’s mouth, her throat relaxing of its own accord. Tiny green hands pushed against Becky’s midsection, but without any conscious effort she began sucking, the Holstaur’s milk intoxicating her senses as she relaxed into Becky’s arms. One hand landed on her thigh, “oh, look at how excited you are! Did Arthur get you just for me?” Mata made a vague sound at the mention of Arthur. Becky’s fingers playfully ran up Mata’s leg.

Mata’s tongue teased Becky as she continued to suck. Becky’s head tilted back as she let out a “Moooooo!” Mata’s pussy continued to drip onto Becksdale’s lap, now enhanced by the Holstaur’s milk. Her panties didn’t stand a chance, now hopelessly soaked through. Fingers found their way into her cunt, tracing patterns across her clit and causing the goblin girl to buck wildly against her, lips still clamped around Becky’s tit.

Her unattended nipple began to leak down her midsection soaking into the fabric on the outside of Mata’s leg. “Honey, let's not waste it.” She pulled Mata away, a small yelp escaped Mata’s throat as she was pulled away, her tongue reaching desperately. Becky guided her over to her waiting tit, Mata began suckling unprompted this time. Becky’s fingers pushed deeper into Mata’s cunt. Her juices drenched the inside of her legs.

Mata could feel the sensation building. Suddenly she was climaxing as her entire body shook.

The milk had a calming effect. Mata felt so warm and tired from her activities with the beautiful Becksdale. She sat in Becky’s lap, still nursing, before she detached with a soft “plop.” Becksdale smiled down at her. “Well, you are just an absolute delight. Thanks so much for your help!” She sighed. “Listen, I need to get back to this report but come find me in a few hours m’kay. We’ll fill that tummy of yours right up.” She beamed at Mata.

Almost drunkenly Mata slipped off of the Holstaur’s furred legs and wavered on her feet for a few moments. Given the potency of the Holstaur’s milk, Becky wondered belatedly if Mata’s compact stature would compound the effects. “Wait, do you know what office I can take?” She slurred. Becky thought about it. “The one across from me is free. You and I can get familiar.” Why did that sound threatening? Mata flushed at the thought of being filled with equal parts cow milk and Arthur’s milk.

Mata collected her stuff, thrown to the floor in the initial excitement and escaped the Holstaur’s lair.

Across the hall she shoved the cardboard box with all of her personal stuff onto the desk that was too tall for her, and scrambled up onto the wheeled office chair. She needed a nap to sleep off all that milk. She hadn’t been assigned any real work yet, and she was just waiting around for Arthur anyway so fuck it, she thought with an exhausted sigh as she began to nod off, leaning back in the cheap, over large office chair.

She was awakened minutes later by her phone ringing. She slapped at it, ending the call and trying to roll back to sleep. It began ringing again. She checked the caller ID. “Gleenick, fuck- I don’t want to talk to that little prick-“ she cut off her own statement mid thought. Gleenick or Nick as he preferred to be called, was an unfortunate romantic partner. He was the son of some friends of her parents and had, after some gentle coercion, agreed to a single date. That date had turned into a relationship that had lasted for two years, and ended with him sloppily making out with Mata’s younger sister. Mata didn’t know what she wanted to do to him yet but the wheels started spinning in her devious little, still milk drunk, brain.

Maybe she could finally get some vengeance on the slimy little weasel.

Chapter Five

Danyssa’s head was ablaze with schemes. She knew how the company operated, she knew who had real power, and which people just had a fancy office, and now she had Arthur. He could use his powers to climb over their worthless bodies and take his rightful place at the top, with her by his side. Although… Some of those people in the fancy offices might be worth a visit. They would look excellent kneeling. Bzzt bzzt. Danyssa’s phone vibrated, interrupting her train of thought. She considered using it to pleasure herself, but only for a moment. I don’t think I’ve cum this many times in my life, and he’s still got me all fucked up. Pull it together Dany.

She tried. Her phone buzzed again. She pulled it out and tried to focus on the screen. “You left something in the conference room -Arthur” Her heart skipped a beat.

She turned on her heel. Don’t run. It’ll make you look desperate. Oh shut up, he would love that. He would wouldn’t he? She argued with herself as she walked back down the corridor to the small conference room.

Danyssa opened the door. The room smelled like sex and sweat and Arthur. Arthur was gone, but snoring gently on the scratchy green office carpeting was Cheryl.

Danyssa left Cheryl there, with a note containing strict instructions to call her when she woke up. Unfortunately Danyssa’s toolset was somewhat more… limited than Arthur’s. She ran a quick errand.

She returned, carrying a large box, as her phone began to buzz.

“Shiavereth.”

“Um, hi. I- you said to call? In the note. Um. Not to call Arthur.” Cheryl fumbled out.

“Yes. I did. Are you still in the conference room?” She asked. “Yeah- I mean yes! Ma’am.” She added belatedly. “Hm, good. I’ll be back shortly. Stay there.” She hung up as she stepped back into the elevator.

She was glad this floor was mostly abandoned, save for Arthur. She already had new designs for what would become the center of His domain.

She passed Becky’s office hearing groans and whimpers and sucking noises. I see Arthur has already found more entertainment. That’s probably for the best, we wouldn’t want any interruptions now would we? She thought to herself wickedly.

An idea flashed into her head, and she changed course, turning down one of the many maze-like halls that made up the basement. She knocked and entered in one fluid motion. Kira looked up from her computer startled at the sudden interruption. “Kira, I need your help with something. Follow me please.” She turned without waiting for an answer, letting the orcess scramble out of her seat to follow.

“Um, sure. Yeah. What do you need?” She asked nervously. Dany smirked. The orcess would make this process much easier. She was almost a foot taller than Arthur and just as muscular.

She opened the door, dropping the box onto the conference table with a thud. Cheryl sat up straight in her chair, as the door closed behind Kira.

“I want you both to think of this as… remedial training.”

Chapter Six

“Strip.” Her tone was uncompromising.

She was taking a bit of a risk with Kira, but that the orcess had become so suddenly deferential hadn’t escaped Danyssa’s notice. If I had a mind controlling ring… the thought trailed off. It only made sense.

The gears in Kira’s head turned as the new development. She stood frozen. “Kira. Who’s in charge of you?” Danyssa could guess at the train of logic Arthur had used. “A-Arthur is.” She stuttered out. “Of course he is, and since I’m in charge of Arthur, from now you’re going to treat me just like you treat him. Is that clear.” Kira nodded rapidly. “Yes ma’am. Of course.”

Kira swept off her top in a single fluid motion. Her shoes and pants came next. Finally followed by her panties, already completely soaked through. A trickle of her juices began running down her thigh. She stood nervously, head down, shoulders hunched, one hand gripping her elbow, awaiting orders.

Danyssa turned her attention to the lamia. “I said strip.” Cheryl’s hands trembled near the snap of her skirt. Danyssa prodded her. “What time did Arthur say he was going to pick you up?” Cheryl’s head snapped up at his name. “He- well we didn’t make plans, but-” She looked distressed.

“Arthur doesn’t make plans with just anyone. He said to deal with you, so I’m dealing with you. Arthur is very busy, and he’s only going to be taking the best from now on. I won’t have him wasting his time with you if I don’t think you’re worth his time. Do you understand?” Her voice hadn’t risen at all and by the end of her hellish rebuke Cheryl and Kira were sure that this was the actual devil. Cheryl nodded meekly. “Good. Now I won’t ask again. Strip.”

Hands trembling Cheryl undid the snaps of her skirt, letting it fall to cover herself with one hand, while she undid the buttons on her shirt. Tan lines from days spent sunning herself stood against caramel skin.

“Good, see, was that really so hard?”

Danyssa walked over to the box, and pulled out a short crop. She circled Kira, with the hungry eyes of a predator. Cold. Appraising.

She slapped Kira’s ass with the crop making a light snap. “Wonderful ass. Perfectly sculpted.” She continued making a slow circuit. She ran the crop up Kira’s midsection. “Toned, tight, chiseled.” She rested the crop lightly on her nipple. “Bouncy, perky, just massive. Not as big as Becky’s of course. But I imagine Arthur is quite pleased.” She barely had to crane her neck to fit one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.

Kira felt like she could be pushed over with a feather. She hadn’t ever felt this way with anyone except Arthur. Danyssa released her nipple with a small pop. Kira gathered up enough of her brain to say “Thank you ma’am.” The crop snapped on the top of her breast. “You will speak when spoken to Miss Fellaxe.” A shiver went through her and a small moan escaped her mouth. “Yes ma’am.”

Danyssa turned her attention back to the lamia, making the same slow circle. The crop landed on her backside. “No ass to speak of. Just a flair to your hips where your ass should be.” She continued. Running the crop up her midsection “Hmm, You haven’t exactly been putting in the work at the gym, have you?” The crop cupped the underside of her soft tit. “Perky, but small. I’m not so certain we should be wasting any time at all with you.” Cheryl’s normally confident demeanor had crumbled entirely under the humiliation.

“No- I- I’m-” Danyssa put up a finger. “I said he wasn’t going to be wasting his time on people who weren’t worth it.” Cheryl stammered out. “I-I’m worth it! I swear! Please…”

“I suppose we’ll see about that won’t we?”

She walked back over to the box.

“Let’s find out how good you are at sucking cock.”

Danyssa pulled out a giant flesh colored dildo. It was remarkably realistic. “I picked this up earlier. They are expensive and a rarity . You should consider yourself lucky that I was able to get this on such short notice.” She inspected it for a moment. “What do we say when someone does us a favor?” She gave a pointed look at Cheryl. “Oh! Um Thank you ma’am.” Danyssa’s mouth twitched into what might have been a smirk. “We’ll let Kira use it first. She’s closest in height after all.”

Walking over to Kira, Danyssa pulled a thin covering away from one end. With a smooth motion she had it affixed to Kira’s pelvis, directly above her dripping cunt. Kira whimpered as the simulacra melded itself with her flesh, tying itself into her nervous system. She could feel Danyssa’s fingers around her new shaft. Kira inhaled sharply. Did she just give me a fucking dick?

Danyssa’s finger ran up the length of the underside, causing Kira to take a shuddering breath. Danyssa beckoned Cheryl closer, lowering her until she was face to face with the living toy. Kira could feel her hot breath.

Cheryl’s trembling hand reached towards the orc futa’s new cock. “Hup hup hup. No.” Her hand stopped. “I specifically said no hands.” A black band appeared in Danyssa’s hand. “Can you follow instructions?”

Cheryl dropped her hands. Lightly, she lowered her mouth, reaching out with her tongue to trail its way across the tip. Danyssa kneeled next to her. “Good girl.” She leaned in close, letting one hand trail down her chest. Her other hand settled on the back of her neck. “Go on. Don’t be afraid of it.” Cheryl pushed her head forward taking the head into her mouth. Kira sucked in a sharp breath.

She pushed her head forward, taking more of it into her mouth. Kira made a surprised whine. Danyssa’s hand cupped Cheryl’s soft tits, while her tail began to tease Cheryl’s cunt, already dripping wet despite the insane situation that she found herself in. Is that her tail!?! Cheryl groaned under the attention while Danyssa’s other hand began to push her deeper onto Kira’s new cock.

Cheryl’s frantic bobbing picked up the pace. She could feel herself heating up. Each bounce she took the fake cock deeper and deeper. Danyssa was driving her crazy. _I’m- I’m going to- _Her body convulsed pushing her cunt forward into Dany’s tail as hard as it could while Danyssa’s fingers pinched and squeezed sending more shudders and convulsions through her entire body. Danyssa’s other hand pushed her head down all the way down, forcing Kira’s entire length into her mouth. Fresh trail’s of cum dripped down Cheryl’s front.

This was too much for Kira. Her hips bucked as the sensation of cumming into an eager mouth filled her consciousness. While her own cunt twitched and spasmed and dripped cum down the inside of her thighs.

The cock separated from Kira who immediately stumbled back to sit gracelessly onto the green scratchy office carpet. Danyssa delicately reached up and grabbed the end of the now inert dildo and pulled it from Cheryl’s throat. Cheryl sucked in a shuddering desperate breath, and collapsed into Danyssa’s arms. She carefully set the Lamia down, head resting on the orc's thighs, letting her take a moment to collect her breath.

“You did well… enough. I would make you do it again but they’re single use only I’m afraid.”

Chapter Seven

He’d been going nonstop. Honestly Arthur felt like he’d been rushing from one crisis to the next. He’d pulled more tail(literally) in the past few days than he had his entire time in college. College. That got his attention, he graduated a few years back and while most of his friends found jobs locally he’d gotten lucky, and snagged a job in the city. So had Oz. Oz had joined an old school artificer major and was consistently top of the class, a real genius. He’d been too busy with work and the nonstop fuckfest but he hadn’t seen Oz in forever. He pulled his phone.

Hey, going to be at Illuvian’s in an hour, you free? Need you to look at something big

His phone buzzed back almost immediately with a scaled thumbs up followed by phrasing! Illuvian’s was a good hangout. It was a quiet, out of the way spot and he hoped he was making a good choice, letting someone else in on it.

After work Arthur pulled into the parking lot of a short green building, surrounded by an immaculate garden. He pushed through the door. It was slightly more crowded inside than he’d hoped, I guess it was a Friday night but still. “Hey! Over here!” Oz waved at him from a corner booth, and Arthur walked over, careful not to touch anyone. The last thing he needed right now was for someone to get tranced on the dance floor. He sat across from Oz, who slid him a beer. There was already an empty mug on the table and Oz grinned. “They serve them in pints you know.” The grin was a bit toothy, Oz was a kobold after all. Black scales smattered across leathery skin adorned with an equal amount of white splotches on the neck and belly, all the way down to thick thighs hidden in dark black pants. Kobolds had the blood of dragons in them, though Arthur didn’t think there’d been a dragon seen in the world in living history, and in a world that included elves that was a long time past.

Arthur took a pull of his drink. “I got problems.” He said, setting his mug back down on the table. “Bitch, no hi Oz, what’s going on Oz? Hey, let me get the next one bud. Please.” Oz tilted their head back exposing their throat. Teasing. Kobold's body language was still mostly a mystery to Arthur, but he picked it up. “Fine, fair. I deserve it.” He held up two fingers and the elf behind the bar nodded back. He leaned on the table. “Seriously though. You don’t think I look… different.” Oz squinted. “No? No. What are you talking about?” Arthur sighed. “I didn’t used to look like this.” Oz frowned. “What?” Arthur started filling them in on the last few days, omitting the hot, hot sex and only pausing when a waitress brought their drinks.

“Bullshit.” Arthur drew back. “What?” Oz continued talking “dude you’re fucking with me. It’s funny, ha ha. I don’t get it, but sure. Yeah, it’s kinda funny.” Arthur frowned. “I’m not lying.” They shook their head again. “Okay. Easy to prove then. Prove it.” Arthur hesitated.

“Fine. I’m going to do it, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” Oz smirked and lifted their hands in mock surrender. “Oh no, so fucking scary. The mind scourge is gonna get me.” Arthur frowned. His hand darted forward. A blank look spread across Oz's face as a small jolt passed out of Arthur’s fingertips, across the table, and into Oz’s chest.

“Oz. Do you hear me?” Oz nodded. “Okay, we’re going to keep this short and sweet. When you wake up you’re going to believe everything I tell you and you’re going to want to help me however you can. You got it?” The kobold nods. “Believe you.” Arthur sighs relief. “Awake.” The kobold blinks slowly a couple of times. “I… what? What were we doing?” The kobold grabbed their drink and took a pull.

“Aww fuck. Okay, so it’s real. Come around here and let me get a look at it. I can’t believe that you’re not actually fucking with me.” Arthur stood and moved around to the other side of the table and sat, Oz scooted over between Arthur and the wall. Arthur set his ring hand on the table, and Oz stood up on the bench to look closer. “You said that you only started looking like that a few days ago?” Arthur shrugged. “Yeah, I didn’t look like this in college. You don’t remember?” The kobold shook their head. “No, some kind of memory alteration, smooth though. Clean. What exactly was changed?” Arthur winced as a sharp nail poked the skin under his finger. “I’m taller, more muscular. I’m… I mean, look at me. I’m hot now.” “Yeah you are.” “What?” “What?” The kobold’s eyes darted up to him and looked away, refocusing on the ring, face heating. “Hmm? Yeah well, anything else?” Arthur fidgeted. “My… um, my cock, is about four times as big.” The kobold’s small heart skipped a beat, and they were suddenly aware of how tightly they were pressed between Arthur and the wall. Oz paused, and took another drink.

“Have you noticed any other… changes?” Arthur swallowed. “I don’t have a refractory period anymore. That’s what it’s called right?” Oz nodded. “My- Um, I’m trying to keep this as clinical sounding as possible, my… volume is significantly increased. And the taste has triggered orgasms in my- partners.” Oz’s lips parted, sucking in a sharp breath through their teeth.

Arthur’s efforts to keep things professional were failing, a visible bulge drew Oz’s attention, their eyes locked on the outline in Arthur’s pants. “Did you need- want- I want to- help.” Arthur glanced around. They had a back corner booth, which jutted out at an awkward angle. Nobody could see them. He nodded and Oz practically leapt into his lap, grinding against each other with an almost frantic need. Knees planted on either side of Arthur’s hips. Too short to lock lips, Oz reached up and entwined fingers behind Arthur’s neck to brace themselves, thick tail hanging off the bench between Arthur’s legs. Arthur placed one hand on the kobold's hips to guide the frantic pace, the other landed just above the tail, pulling them closer.

Arthur wasn’t sure how it happened but his cock was out, pressed between them as Oz continued to grind. Just as mysteriously Oz’s stretchy pants had slid down juuuust enough and the next thing Arthur knew his cock slipped inside. It was hot, too hot. Kobolds ran hotter than humans but that just made it feel better. It was tight and wet and slick and… Arthur was sure that there wasn’t enough room inside but here he was, buried to the hilt. Oz bounced up and down, body getting hotter and hotter. The sounds of the crowded bar floor trickled into the booth. “Fuck, fuck me. Anyone- anyone could see us.” Oz panted out. Arthur picked up the pace. This was too much for Oz, who bit into his shirt in a vain effort to keep quiet and got a mouthful of slime for their effort. It didn’t matter though. Knees dug into his hips pulling him as deep as he could go and shudders and spasms ran up their body as every muscle lit itself on fire at the same time. Arthur exploded, and a fresh wave of pleasure ran through Oz. Arthur’s cock slipped out, and Oz spasmed some more as the sensation of his hot cum leaking out tormented them.

They fixed themselves just in case the waitress wandered over, but Oz remained on Arthur’s lap, panting gently into his shoulder.

When they disentangled themselves they sat quietly. You have no idea how hard it was to stretch “help” into what you just did. You can’t just not give non sexy commands, Arthur. Figure it out. Shut up. “So I have no idea if um- I didn’t- Ah fuck. Did you want that?” Oz pondered it. “I… don’t know. Um I don’t really know if it matters. I’m… actually-” Oz shuddered. “You know what? I enjoyed it. I’ll fucking do it again. If you don’t stop me. Any time you want, Arthur. Call me and I’ll come running to ‘help’ you.” Oz chuckled. Arthur sighed, relieved. “Hey… do you want a job?”

Chapter Eight

Arthur? Arthur. Arthur!

Arthur stopped walking. “What?!” He had been lost in thought. There was so much to keep track of. He thought about the girls, his girls now. So you’ve been having fun, right? He already didn’t like the direction that this was going. “Uhm, yes?” Good, good, excellent really. Also don’t talk out loud remember? And keep walking, people are going to wonder why you’ve stopped in the middle of the hall to talk to yourself. Arthur pulled out his phone and pretended to check it before resuming his stride.

Anywaaays. Would you mind being a dear and running a little errand for me? He thought about it for a moment. What kind of errand?

Listen… I know that you don’t know much about me, but I used to be kinda a big deal. I have a spellbook, and I stashed it before I became… Well, this. Okaaay. So what’s the book for? It’s a spellbook! Are you thick? Or did I miss something and you can buy them at fucking Krogen’s?!? The magic in my spellbook could have been used to usher in a golden age! Philistine! Savage! Okay, okay. Got it, it’s a really useful book. Where is it?

Safety deposit box at Goldrings and Book. I swear. Did I steal your brain like one of those sewer dwelling brain suckers? Did your new muscles deprive your brain of nutrients? Just. Hmmn Go get the book.

The box was empty.

He had made it across town and into the lavish lobby of the oldest bank on the continent. He had felt so out of place there that he had gone straight to the bathroom and had Lexx morph into something nicer.

Getting to the box itself wasn’t easy either. He gave the box number to the dwarven woman behind a thick pane of bulletproof and what was probably highly enchanted glass and relayed the answers to the security questions provided by the ring. He was led downstairs by two burly bearded dwarves, small bulges under their jacket betraying the fact that they were armed. Although Arthur didn’t have enough experience to identify with what.

He told himself it was just a taser.

The box was empty. The guards upon setting the small box on a short table and unlocking it had retreated to the entryway where they stood, backs turned, unmoving, in silent watch.

The ring screamed in Arthur’s mind. Nausea overwhelmed him. He struggled to stay upright, one hand strained white as he gripped the edge of the table to keep himself standing. Eventually the ring quieted itself. Arthur took a moment to breathe. He closed the security box with one shaking hand. He turned back to the guards. “I’m done.” They turned to face him, and paled. Hands jumped under their jackets. “Sir? You… you’re bleeding.” He reached up and touched his face. Blood dripped from his nose. And ears. And out of one eye.

“I’m fine.” One guard dropped his hand from inside his jacket. He passed Arthur a handkerchief from his pocket.

Arthur cleaned the blood from his face. Lexx helped. A blue tendril rose from his shoulder to wipe itself over his face, grabbing the blood and leaving clean skin behind. The tentacle grabbed the hanky, cleaning it thoroughly before passing it back to the guard on Arthur’s behalf. The color had not returned to the dwarf’s face.

Arthur left the bank.

Chapter Nine

I think we should ask Danyssa to track your book down. The ring sat on his finger, sullen. It hadn’t spoken to Arthur since the bank. Arthur growled frustrated. Why don’t you tell me some more about it? What’s it look like? What are some of the things it can do? If we want to keep a lookout for who has it, what could they accomplish with it? More sullenness. Fine, just sulk then!

It felt strange to try to have a conversation in his head with someone who wouldn’t talk back.

He walked back into the lobby of his building. The half tabaxi secretary barely acknowledged him as he flashed his badge to a guard and rode the elevator up to Danyssa’s office high, high up above the sub basement where his domain lay.

Arriving onto Danyssa’s floor he was reminded just how much nicer the senior executives offices were compared to his little shoe box down stairs. He walked past rows of offices each with their little secretary alcoves barring the entrance like lone knights each guarding their master’s halls.

He stopped in front of Danyssa’s office, and pushed through the door.

Chapter Ten

Sitting about four feet off the ground behind a tall standing desk was… something alien. It certainly had the shape of a feminine creature but… there was no mistaking that this was not a being native to the material plane. She floated gently, sitting in a cross legged position. A deep blue skirt that didn’t quite reach her knees, complemented nicely with a white button up shirt. She wore a pair of matching blue flats that were in pristine condition, the benefits of never having to walk Arthur supposed. Her skin was a smooth gray, although her limbs were jet black, giving her legs at least the illusion of wearing thigh high stockings. Flexible black stalks ending with a golden eye, each about a foot long protruding from the back of her head, their bases hidden by long black hair. One swiveled over to investigate the door.

“Miss Shiavereth is out presently. You may leave a message.” She said this without looking away from her screen. Her sentence clipped at the end, as if the act of speaking was below her. Her voice was slightly monotone and oddly nasal. It had a quality of boredom about it.

“Oh, um I guess just tell her that Arthur stopped by, and ask her to call him at her earliest convenience.” Her head turned toward him. She had one large eye, a red iris and a slitted black pupil.

She exhaled, grimacing. “Miss Shiavereth said that if you came by that I should endeavor to be friendly.” Her voice practically dripped with exasperation. Why should she have to be friendly? Employee resources had frequently labeled her as ‘abrasive’ in the past, although with some prompting from Dany they hadn’t put ‘actively hostile’ in her file.

She floated over to Arthur, uncrossing her legs to let them hang listless beneath her. “Miss Shiavereth said that a pat on the shoulder is a sign of camaraderie, and engenders a sense of belonging and acceptance. I was told that I should practice on you.” She said this with all the enthusiasm of someone being told that they had a weekend of chores to do.

Arthur tried to back up but found himself already pressed into the opaque office door. She reached out.

He didn’t even bother trying, the door opened inward. He knew he would have to step forward to open it. He couldn’t physically stop her from touching him, because that would paradoxically involve touching her. Her hand came down on his shoulder and the all too familiar blank look spread over her features.

Danyssa’s meddling insistence that he have a harem was beginning to get him into trouble. He didn’t really need another… mouth to feed. He looked her over. She was certainly cute though. Arthur reached behind him to lock the door. He tried to remember what he knew about the Kin, but he hadn’t taken an inter species studies course since freshman year and being honest he had only signed up for it for the teacher a smoke show high elf, who had been replaced mid semester for a drab gnomish man in his late 400’s.

Arthur remembered that true beholders were arrogant, paranoid creatures. He thought about how he could use that to his advantage. Best to start with an easy one then. “You think I’m the most attractive human you’ve ever seen.” That was generally an effective opener, none of his other girls had ever disputed it. The fact that he had actually been transformed into a super stud seemed to go a long way. “M-most attractive.” He nodded. She continued to hover blankly, staring into his chest. He needed to play to the arrogance. “You think that I’m the only person worthy of your affection, because you deserve the best.”

Her eye flashed. “Deserve the best.” She beamed as she said this. “You desperately want to impress me, so I’ll know how great you are.” He grinned, time to exploit that paranoia. “If I’m the best, that must mean everyone wants me.” The edges of her mouth quirked down. “Other women are going to try and steal me.” Her eye narrowed though she stared at nothing. Her eye stalks were getting agitated though, whipping around searching for the unseen threats. “The women closest to me are going to be your rivals. You’re going to need to seduce them as much as you want to seduce me. Each one you seduce and best in sexual competition puts you one step closer to being at the top, and will keep them in line. You’re going to have to show them who actually deserves me.” Maybe that was a thin line of reasoning, but it didn’t get any protests.

He reached down to her little skirt. “You must like flashing your panties. Sitting crossed legged like that when I came in.” Her gray hue was broken by reddening in her cheeks, but she said nothing. “You don’t think you should wear panties anymore.” He pushed them aside. “You think it will be easier to seduce me without them.” He rubbed one finger across her clit and she shuddered, gasping slightly and causing her to hover closer so she was pressed into him. She locked her ankles behind her looking as if she were kneeling while hovering in the air. Her cunt was slick. “Nothing gets you hotter than the idea of being watched while getting fucked, then everyone will know who’s the best.” Oh Gods Below, he was making another monster. He had the vague idea in the back of his mind that he was going to regret this. His fingers worked faster.

Her breathing had become ragged, and her face a shade of crimson that shouldn’t really have been possible. Her multitude of eyes rolled back as her back arched. Fingers gripped the front of his shirt. A throaty moan escaped as juices ran down her legs and over the illusion of stockings before dripping to the floor several feet below.

He pulled his hand away, and used Lexx to clean the two of them up.

“Awake.”

Chapter Eleven

She jolted awake. He hadn’t actually changed her all that much, she was always arrogant and paranoid… but now it had focus. Her massive central eye narrowed and focused in on him looking him up and down. Every eyestalk swiveled to look at him, as she levitated higher to stare down her nose at him.

“We shall have dinner tonight.”

Arthur blinked.

“I, uh, I’m afraid that I already have plans tonight.” Her gaze narrowed and her jaw tightened. “I’m taking Cheryl out, kinda an apology for leaving her with Dany.”

The edges of her mouth downturned. “I see.” She dropped a couple of inches. “You are a fine specimen. I’m sure that you have your pick of potential mates. You may go.”

Arthur shrugged, “Another time maybe.” He continued to act oblivious, and turned to leave. Outside the office he took a breath, in that moment he was sure that she was going to disintegrate him with that evil looking eye of hers. He could hear the clicking of the keyboard, was she back to work already? He peaked through a gap in the office door. No. She was in the personnel files clicking through employee records. He saw Cheryl’s picture pop up on screen.

He almost felt bad for her. Almost.