[Brain Drain, Petrification]

The Forbidden Archive. A library between dimensions and worlds housing all sorts of degenerate writing and scenarios penned by a single woman, all for the sake of pursing the eternal kind of stimuli that the world desires. No matter how degenerate, no matter how absurd, once the pen hits the paper, it'll be added to the Archive at some point.

And it was thanks to this sprawling nature and the near-endless way that the hallways stretched that the owner of the Archive occasionally got a visitor or two that seem out of the ordinary. Not that she was bothered by their presence at this point, she had grown quite accustomed to them thanks to the many times they had met.

"You're pretty early, Lulu. Still stuck on another story?"

The owner of the Archive, Hato, asked as she looked up from her chair, taking a sip from her endless coffee as she looked at the bronze-and-silver-haired wolf-eared girl standing across from her. She had been keeping track of the times where people visited her, and Lulu's arrival was always a few hours after this point. Mostly because she was a lot more meticulous when she crafted her stories, compared to the black-suited writer who owned the Archive.

"I wish." The wolf-eared girl, Lulu (full name Luna Lupa), was yet another writer. And much like Hato had her Archive, she had her very own little domain. And it was their similarities that let those domains connect, resulting in the two being able to come and go whenever they pleased. It was why this meeting wasn't really particularly astonishing to the white-haired writer. "It's getting started that's bothering me." Lulu sighed as she took a seat across from her fellow writer. "You?"

Hato sipped her coffee again before grabbing her current manuscript and carefully folding it into a multi-layered paper airplane, tossing it towards an empty spot on the shelf as it turned into a fully-composed book. "Finishing up." She said, sighing a little herself as she collapsed against her chair. "Though I'll admit, I haven't felt that 'urge' in a while. That urge that drives me to write up a storm. Just a few pieces here and there, to keep myself busy."

"Maybe you wasted it all when you turned me into a pup." Lulu mused, adjusting her glasses a bit. She still wasn't over it. The writer had barged into her home just a scant little while back, and snapped a collar around her neck before petting her to the point where she couldn't think of herself as anything but a Good Girl. Just the thought of the word was enough to make her shiver as a bit of drool escaped her lips. No, have to focus, you're a Good Girl but not like that. Not now.

Hato narrowed her eyes a bit as she leaned back onto the table, using her rather large bust as a set of pillows to rest her head. "You say that, but you're the one who put pen to paper and spread that story to the rest of the world." She sighed. Admittedly, she had really liked that story. It essentially crystalized their friendship.

...Crystalized. Now that the word dwelled on her mind, the spark of interest was lit. "Lulu, mind if I ask you a question?" She said, tilting her head slightly. While taking note of the collar still around the bronze-and-silver-haired writer's neck. It was still really cute.

"Sure. What do you have on your mind?" Lulu replied, adjusting her glasses a bit more as she brought up a list of stories she still needed to write. Between everything she had gotten up to, including being turned into an adorable pet at the hands of her ow- friend, she had a lot to catch up on. And really, she shouldn't be here, but she always seemed to find a way forward by talking with her.

"What makes Inanimate Transformation, whether transforming into a statue or a piece of clothing or a piece of decoration, fun to you?" Hato asked, the tiniest gleam in her eye. If there was one person whose opinion she respected in regards to that kind of content, it was probably Lulu's. Since it was one of the things she specialized in.

Lulu tapped a feathered quill against her chin for a moment. She had to actually think about that. Mostly because if she said too much, the writer would probably get the wrong idea. And then she was in trouble. "Let's see... I like it when the dominant makes it clear that the one they've transformed is their property. And I like it when the transformed victim enjoys that they're being used. Whether that's a literal or figurative kind of use, because you can't really use a statue or anything." She explained, narrowing her eyes a little. That first part also applied to something like being made into a pet, which was why she still wore her collar...

"Oh, so you'd want me to write my name all over you if I turned you into a statue?" Hato said without even missing a beat, grinning as Lulu quickly erupted into violent blushes. "That's as much as I need to know." She grinned, satisfied with the other writer's response to her ribbing. Ah, it was so nice to see her collapse into a perverted mess. Because they were both that perverted, all things considered. Hato just didn't care too much about hiding it.

Lulu gulped a bit to try and keep herself stable, slamming her hands against the table. "You better not be planning anything like that. I have things to do, you know!" She said, trying to act like she didn't want it. She didn't, but she couldn't help but fantasize about it as she spoke. To be turned into little more than a piece of decoration...

"Sit."

She heard a command, and she obeyed, sitting down on her chair like a proper pup. Only to snap back to reality as she realized what had happened, her blush growing bigger. "I thought you said you wouldn't use those commands again!" She shouted. Ahhh, she had been trained way too well, during her time as a horny pupper!

"What's a little white lie between friends?" Hato giggled. Ah, yes, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. "Besides, you can just pay it back when you have me in a favorable position. I'm sure I'll be squirming just as much as you are right now." She lampshaded the entire ordeal, before getting up from her chair, eyeing both the table and the dog sitting obediently on her chair.

Lulu whimpered and growled a little. Ah, she hated and loved this at the same time. She was definitely going to have to pay Hato back for what she was doing... And by the time she was done with her, she would be the one with lingering commands. Who knows, maybe she'd turn her into a cute maid who could help her sort things out. That would at least put her assets to good use instead of having them shut off inside that incredibly tight looking suit.

"You know, I'm a bit proud of the size of my Archive." Hato said, musing aloud as she slowly drummed her hand on her table. "It's so big. And it's very popular. And yet, it's missing something. Even though it's much bigger than yours, by sheer quantity." She continued, letting a bit of her natural envy out in the process.

"What do you think it's missing?" Lulu asked, not even close to liking where this was going. Somehow, she knew that Hato had something horrible in mind. Which was why she was still blushing. Because she knew that she'd find a way to enjoy it when everything was said and done.

"You."

Hato didn't say much more than that before she picked a pen up from seemingly nowhere, and casually wrote a few sentences in the sky itself. All while her smile grew wider, and a bit of drool started to run down her chin. It was official. She had gone full horny, and she was actively editing things using her powers as a writer.

Lulu didn't exactly understand what she was doing, because it was hard to peek into the mind of a grand pervert like her, but as her legs started to move, she had the distinct feeling that she was about to end up inanimate. Especially as she found her way onto the middle of the rather large table, standing perfectly still as if her feet had been locked in.

Then, and only then, did her collar tighten. And at the same time, it felt like her very mind was being tightened, squeezed and wrung free of anything resembling intelligence. She couldn't stop herself from moaning as her body quickly started to tremble from the sheer level of arousal pouring through her, resulting in her just standing there as a bit of drool ran down her chin, panting and gasping as the seconds ticked by.

The longer that the pressure on her mind continued, the more the 'juice' from her mind started to pour into the rest of her body. Making her breasts explode outward and very nearly burst away at her dress. That is, if she still wore her dress. She wasn't aware enough to realize that she had been stripped completely naked, causing her brand new breasts to jut out proudly and display her rather wet looking nipples, as well as having parts of her intelligence drain down her thigh in the form of pussy juice...

Hato grinned as she watched the spectacle unfold. Why, she had done a very simple editing job. She didn't need Lulu to stand around and try to hide her perversion. What she needed was a nice decoration to show that her library and Archive was the greater collection of stories. Even though she knew that Lulu had plenty of hers that rivalled or even surpassed her own.

What better way to solidify that you thought yourself superior, even by the tiniest slivers, than by turning your biggest rival into a centerpiece of your collection? And just so she wasn't going to try and break free or anything, she turned all of her fellow writer's smarts into pleasure. So what if the wolf was turning into a bimbo who was making a mess of her table? It was turning them both on, so it was all okay.

Lulu's moans and her enjoyment of the situation only intensified the more the other Writer looked at her. It felt so good to be stared at. It wasn't even because she was naked and it was triggering a sense of voyeurism inside her. No, it was just because she was being stared at.

It felt good to be stared at. Like she was a nice piece of furniture serving to brighten up a living room. And as soon as the thought of 'furniture' entered her mind, she couldn't help but giggle and grin as her body took on a nice golden sheen, completely petrifying her into that stupified state, with her fingers even flashing a set of peace signs as she lost all control of her body and any shade of color turned a bright and powerful gold.

In a matter of seconds, in a matter of moments, thanks to the machinations of the writer who owned the Archive, it now had a brand new attraction. A golden bimbofied dog, who served as the centerpiece that would make it easier to navigate the library. All while the subtlest traces of juice continued to run down her thigh, as if she was leaking even in this state. Even her breasts were still glistening...

Hato giggled. And she wrote one last line, editing the golden pup one more time. Leaving both her breasts and her ass with a crudely doodled 'HATO'S PUPPER' splayed across them. Making her appear a bit trashy in the process, but drawing more eyes upon her. If Lulu was lucky, by the time she'd return to normal, she wouldn't be a total exhibitionist... But knowing Hato, she'd end up naked again one way or another.

Eventually, she'd get her chance to give her a bit of payback. But for now, she was just going to stand there and show herself off, happy to be watched.