[Corruption, Transformation, Stuffed into Suit, Genderswap]
"What's the matter? Running, just because your Mate tried so desperately to keep you from me?"
The feline Monster gasped and panted, writhing as the sickly green poison spread its way across her body. She couldn't control her body for long, because the longer this poison flowed through her, the less and less she had any sort of control over...
It had all happened so fast. Her Mate had promised her that they were going to make sweet love tonight. Start work on the next generation. And yet here she was...
The soft blonde streaks of fur along her arms and her legs complimented her equally fluffy hair, while the black that complimented the blonde was supposed to show that she was more dangerous than her looks gave her credit for. Combine that with her lithe yet sensual body, and this Monster was known for her deadly games. Sneaking in a cut here or there every time she got close, all while retreating until she could start back over...
And yet here she was. Poisoned. Unable to put her greatest assets to use. And it was all because the Apex Predator found her and her Mate. How did she find them? Why did she decide that they were going to be her prey..?
All of these questions bubbled their way through the feline Monster's mind as she slowly gazed up on the majestic Apex Predator that was now towering over her. That face cast in shadow, adding to her natural fear factor while also emphasizing the wicked sight of her grin within those shadows...
But the Apex Predator's face wasn't what she was focused on. Even if there was a natural sense of fear pulsing through her as she gazed up at her. No, it was the rest of the Apex Predator's body that was keeping her speechless, what was making her slide deeper into the dominion of the poison pulsing through her.
Unlike many of the Monsters in this part of the world, the Apex Predator was fully clothed. Wearing that extremely reflective black suit, which did absolutely nothing to hide away any of her erotic elements.
Instead, the suit was a part of how she hunted. Because it was currently zipped up, and there was very clearly an outline of a young male writhing around inside there. It was weak, but it was still writhing. Despite the fact that he was no doubt trapped up against her head-sized tits...
The Apex Predator, the all-too-domineering Manticore, licked her lips as she pressed her hand against the bulge in her suit. Which seemed to calm it down, making her look less like she had somebody try and share her suit while she was wearing it... And more like she was gravid, taking another pleasure away from the feline in the process.
Of course, the Monster wanted to be mad at how she was being taunted. She wanted to do something about it. Try futilely to cut away at that smug face that thought she was so much better than anything else around her.
But all she could do was writhe, the poison going through her veins growing stronger in response. It didn't want to let her go in any sense of the word...
"It's all the same. You try to run from me. And I claim you as my kin. We're all Monsters here, aren't we?"
The way Manticore laughed after putting emphasis on their similarities only served to emphasize how little she truly believed the Monsters she hunted could even come close to matching up to her...
Just as the Monster on the floor might try and make one desperate attempt to strike at the Apex Predator that had her dead to rights, an audible 'GULP' echoed from the Apex Predator's suit. Right around the spot where her Mate had been imprisoned.
A spot that was now distinctly flatter. So much so that the Apex Predator could easily start to slide her hand across her bodysuited form. "Tasty. Nothing too impressive. But he'll be much better soon." Manticore chimed, as she slowly reached for the same zipper that had trapped him inside.
Slowly but surely, she pulled it down. Opening up the proverbial Pandora's Box. Only, there was no hope left inside this one. Not since the moment she took it for herself...
The zipper was pulled down fully, to the point where Manticore very nearly exposed her crotch, allowing the feline Monster's partner to finally be freed from his extra scented, extra tight prison.
Only, while his Mate definitely recognized her as the one she had come to love and adore and want to make hers and hers alone... That didn't mean that he hadn't changed.
Or rather, she hadn't. Indeed, the very first thing that the feline Monster noticed as her Mate began to flop out from the proverbial womb that she had been stuck in, was that her Mate had lost her masculine aspects. Leaving her just as female as the feline Monster that had done her best to court him.
Not only that, but her own feline features had been shifted. Instead of those bright blonde and black streaks that made her so proud and made her match her Mate, now her fur was white with black spots. And all of that fur continued to spread across her body, leaving only the most intimate of areas exposed to the elements.
Especially those huge, milky jugs. They were even bigger than the ones that the Apex Predator had. And for a good reason, given the sheer amount of milk that was currently sloshing its way around inside. Even just the sound of all of that hefty liquid sloshing around inside was enough to make the former male let out a delighted 'Moooooooo...', not a single thought to preserve what was happening around her.
Just the delight of having her hefty breasts out in the open, drooling and waiting to be drained. Preferably by her Mistress, who had given her this lovely unthinking form as a Holstaurus...
"Mate... Mate..!" The feline Monster cried out, tears rolling down her eyes as she saw what her proud lover had become. He had sacrificed himself for her case, tried everything he could to ensure that she would get the chance to get away...
And yet all that resulted in her ending up like this. A thoughtless Holstaurus, with nary an independent thought in her mind as her breasts drooled so instinctively...
She didn't listen even slightly. All that she did was just sit where she had been deposited. Audibly mooing, the 'newborn' Monster simply content to exist and nothing more...
"You want her so badly, don't you? Why don't you take her? Take her as yours, become a Predator in your own right."
Manticore's booming voice echoed through the Monster's head. Her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier at the moment. All while the poison leaked into her vision, forming several jagged spirals that were spinning more and more vigorously to ensure her mental defenses were knocked out...
Not that the feline Monster had much left in terms of resistance. Not after what she had seen. Not after how much she had tried to escape. All she could do was pant for a moment, before her drool started to take on the same hue as the poison...
Driven by the poison in her veins, contaminating her with the Apex Predator's will, the feline Monster pounced upon the one she had once seen as her Mate. And with those big mounds in her hands, her claws digging into them and forcing another 'moo' from the lips of the one she had once adored...
She started sucking. Oh, she started drinking down all of that incredibly delicious milk. That predator-enhanced milk that was guaranteed to make her stronger, but at the cost of her mind breaking even further...
The blush on her face from pure embarrassment gradually started to fade, until there was not a single little piece left of the Monster that had tried so hard to fight back. All that remained was another needy milk drinker...
And with her mind left in such a vulnerable, malleable state by the Apex Predator's poison, that meant that she was ready...
Manticore yanked the feline Monster off her bovine 'partner', courtesy of the powerful tail that had started this whole ordeal in the first place. The very same tail that then pushed the milk-drunk feline up against Manticore's body...
A body that gradually got shut away once again, as she pulled up the zipper while the feline Monster was pressed against her. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but bit by bit it pulled up...
Bit by bit, the Monster lost access to the world around her...
Until there was nothing left except pure darkness around her.
Deep, dark, scented darkness....
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How long had it been since she ended up stuck in her?
How long did it take for her mind to even come close to repairing itself?
Was she even repaired? Was all of this a delusion?
What did the Mistress want with her, once she had-
The thought of Mistress crossed the former Monster's mind, only for her to temporarily pause and drool. Thinking ill of the Mistress like this shut off everything...
Leaving the beautiful dark body around her to continue cooking her more and more. She was a toughie, but Manticore had been through even stronger Monsters before.
Bit by bit, she was being eroded. Bit by bit, the Poison that had been disabling her would become her new strength...
As she felt a fire slowly growing within her heart...
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Slowly but surely, the light started to shine back into that endless darkness that had kept her shut in. It was such a strong light that the feline Monster had to close her eyes the moment she was exposed to it, especially when combined with how much she had gotten used to the darkness.
Not that she was given a choice in the matter. The soft, seducing, comforting darkness that Mistress had granted to her was gone. But in its place, she could feel Mistress...
It was feeling Mistress like this that made her eager to pull herself free from the bodysuit cocoon that had processed her. Panting and gasping as it was a lot harder than she originally had imagined. She was not nearly that big, was she..?
Oh, but she was. Something that became immediately apparent to her once she popped free, and her massive scaled wings unfurled. She recognized them immediately. They were the wings of a Dragon...
Nay. They were HER wings. She had been reborn. And the scales that had taken the place of her furred elements only served to emphasize the brand new powerful form she had taken…
A form that discarded everything that represented her weaker feline self. Now, she was one of the apex predators. A mighty Dragon who would soar the skies and follow her instincts, driving her towards the top of the mountain that Mistress stood upon..!
She felt stronger than ever. So strong that if she was a traitor, she might actually consider using all of that strength to fight against her Mistress. Instead, all of this power was meant for one good cause...
"Rise and shine, Dragon."
Mistress addressed her. It made the Dragon's heart very nearly jump for joy. All while she eagerly turned towards the Apex Predator that had rebirthed her...
She looked the same as she did when she had pulled the Dragon inside. But now, her dark bodysuited body was one of the sexiest things in all of known reality...
And at her side...
Just the sight of the Holstaurus with even larger breasts was enough to make the Dragon's predatory instincts kick in. She leapt onto her former Mate, and began digging into those massive milky mounds. Audibly slurping away, far too eager to take what she wanted on a primal level.
Not that the Holstaurus said anything against it. Nor did she really react much. All she did was let out the softest and gentlest of moans as she was being drained. Unaware of anything else, because she didn't need to think in the slightest...
Two absolutely weak and pathetic Monsters had been turned into something much greater. A Dragon who knew what she wanted and immediately laying claim to it, and a milky Holstaurus who could seduce anybody with the dripping sounds of her milk...
Manticore smirked as she watched them go on. All while she licked her lips, savoring the taste of how it felt to convert those two...
Such a wonderful meal. And this endless wilderness still had so many for her to indulge in...
All in the hope of being ready for Her Return, so they could pick up from where they left off...