Lady Odette’s Twin Passions
(Part II)
By Ordos Tsceri

Lady Odette, Magistrix of Alinor and heir apparent of the Crystal Vale reclined on the velvet cushions of her favorite lounge chair, idly stroking the new addition to her physique, her former favorite maid, Julie.  Slowly, with great effort, she explored the novel warmth of masculine arousal from the magnificent rod growing above her womanhood, gently restraining the passions of the paramour forever bound into her being.

It wouldn’t be lady-like to blow her load in front of the presented lords and ladies of the Crystal Vale, after all.

Slowly, Julie’s new form softened between Odette’s thighs.  The Magistrix softly purred; she felt divine with a cock, and she knew she’d have her entire life to explore all the delights Julie had to offer now.  

One thing at a time, though; this night had been long in planning.  The first step had gone wondrously. Better than she could have imagined, in fact, but it was still only the first step.  She’d called her maids, her personal staff within her father’s Castle, and they should be arriving shortly.  Caitlyn would doubtless be the first to arrive; she was always so eager, and the prospect of Julie’s private audience with their mistress would be a piece of irresistible gossip, once something concrete came from it.  So enthusiastic too…

Odette gently bit her lip, smiling guiltily.  She’d taken some liberties with her personal staff, but she’d at least tried to treat them well.  Her maid staff was amongst the highest paid in Castle Alinor, and she usually tried to make any alterations she made to them fun.  Certainly there were worse rising sorceresses to work for… but a side-effect of her fusion with Julie was a powerful, if subtle, change to her mystic aura.  She could feel the familiar ebb and flow of magic about her, but it was more vibrant now.  Maybe Julie’s family had some latent talent with the art?  It certainly merited looking into… and any change, however minor, should merit a little testing before the rest of the plan got underway…

She marshaled her smile back into her default, imperial grin as she heard a knocking in her chamber doors.  Two minutes, good time for her staff to respond to her summons.  

“Come in,” she pronounced, crossing nude legs as her new cock stirred to attention at the prospect of the night’s excitement.

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“Come on!” Caitlyn chided, gesturing for her fellow maids to follow her.

Everything was set.  All the preparations for the Ball were done, and actually servicing it would fall under the duties of the castle’s regular staff.  That was always a happy note of pride. Castle Alinor was a magnificent palace with spiraling crystal spires and an indomitable enchanted wall encircling the city of Alinor proper.  The city bustled with over five-hundred thousand citizens, peasants, laborers, craftsmen, guildsmen, and artisans, and the castle was the single largest employer.  Over a thousand servants worked in the castle, including some three-hundred maids, but they all worked for the Magister.  Only twenty maids had the honor of being on Lady Odette’s personal serving staff.

And right now, only one of them was a catgirl.  It was certainly enough for Caitlyn to feel special.  It was one thing to serve the most powerful woman in the Crystal Vale, it was another to know her personally, to grow up beside her, and even to feel the touch of her developing magic.  She had a personal relationship with Lady Odette.  Not as personal as Julie did, of course, but that was probably for the best; being her lady’s pet maid could be a dangerous proposition.

But Julie!  Her best friend since she was a little girl, alone in a private audience with the Mistress on the day of her Grand Ball!  Caitlyn was on the toes of her shoes, nervously pacing the hallway alongside the servant’s entrance to Odette’s personal quarters.  Her mind was racing with possibilities, her triangular black cat ears twitching at every perceived and imagined noise, broadcasting her excitement and anxiousness.  

“I bet she’s a statue now,” Susette said, idly polishing an already gleaming vase on a windowsill.  

“Susette!” Caitlyn growled, her ears falling flat against her skull as she turned to the goat-eared maid.

“What?  It makes sense,” Susette continued, nonplussed but not making eye-contact.  “She was the Mistress’ favorite.  They would fuck like horny school-girls, but she’s just a maid, and Odette is an eligible noblewoman now.  That makes Julie an inconvenient loose-end.”

“Susette, stop it!” Adelle said, stomping her foot on the ground.  Caitlyn saw the mound of the girl’s udder wobble just above the hem of her shirt, her melon-sized four-nippled breasts straining against the top of her uniform.

Susette ignored her, “there are only really two ways this could end.  First, she could just drop it, pretend like it never happened, treat Julie the same as any of us and hope Julie herself didn’t bring anything up.  But she asked for Julie personally, so that’s not likely to happen.  No, she likes to keep her toys… she’ll remove Julie from the equation, make it so she can’t be inconvenient again, but she’ll keep her nearby as a memento.  Something pretty to remind her of happy, carefree times.  She’s probably a little golden statuette on a nightstand now.  Maybe flattened into a little portrait, or shrunken into a piece of jewelry.  Nothing too suggestive; she wouldn’t want suitors asking questions, but she could wear Julie in polite society, and rub her every now and then…”

“Damn it, Susette,” Caitlyn said, stepping towards the woman.  Susette could always be a bit of an ass, likely why Odette had changed her like she did, but this time it lacked her usual cattiness.  When Susette finally made eye-contact with Caitlyn, there wasn’t that anger or petty viciousness she was used to, but just… acceptance.  

“She’s right,” Penelope said, looking up from her own corner.  “My big sister was getting intimate with a count in Agustgrad a few years ago.  Everyone in the staff new they were together, but when he started getting serious with Countess Anice, he had the court magician turn her into a statue and mount her in his favorite garden.”  

Caitlyn cast worried eyes on Penelope.  She was one of the more recent hires, only in the maid staff for a couple years now.  She’d actually been a perfectly normal, young brunette until last spring when Odette was practicing her botany and decided to test a spell on her.  Now, instead of hair, a mane of red and orange leaves cascaded down past her shoulders.  Her leaves had begun as vibrant green, but had made her a redhead come autumn.  Thankfully, they hadn’t withered or fallen off, and looked every bit as healthy as they day they were grown.  Pearl carried autumn colors well.

She cocked her head, the rustling of leaves reminiscent of a summer breeze.  “I saw her when Odette visited Agustgrad last year.  She looks happy.  Nude, which made visiting her kind of awkward, but… well…” Penelope’s blush added a green color to her fair cheeks, “you can see she was excited.  Her nipples were hard, you can tell she was blushing, and, well, she looks kind of surprised, but her lips are parted in just that way you get when… well, you know…” she broke off the chain of thought and looked downward, shuffling her feet.  

“Mistress Odette wouldn’t do that,” Caitlyn said, feigning a conviction she no longer felt.

“They do seem to like it, being statues,” Suzette said, nodding towards Penelope.  “I mean, well, of course they can’t actually say anything.  All the magic snippets I’ve ever heard say they’re in there, though…”

The increasingly awkward conversation was interrupted by a summons.  It was a simple spell used by most major households to contact specific servants in large areas, and Castle Alinor certainly qualified.  The enchantment was woven into the traditional maid’s uniform and quickly imparted the very basic information.  The sensation was ephemeral, Caitlyn always likened it to a half-imagined noise that would still perk her ears, but it did carry the message.

The maids shared a nervous glance amongst each other as they began moving towards Lady Odette’s rooms.  No one spoke a word over the quick flight; nothing could be said that wouldn’t be more immediately addressed by arriving at those fateful chambers.

Caitlyn was the first to arrive.  While the other maids slowed down in front of the engraved mahogany doors of the servants’ entrance.  Old castle rumor held that a princess some six hundred years ago had the pathway and door built as a secret entrance for a paramour.  Why the passage eventually fell to use by the maid staff was a subject of much speculation.  Caitlyn’s favorite theory suggested that one of the castle’s many historical regime changes was aided by a former monarch hiding out within the servant staff, supported by a protégé of the new ruling house.  They worked out surreptitious ways to meet, and many favors were carefully arranged until the wrong parties got wind of the affair.  The story credited a risqué statue of two surprised looking nudes in the west-terrace garden as the nobles in question (although, to be fair, only the one receiving cunnilingus actually looked surprised).  

For an instant the gathered servants hesitated in front of that storied door.  Caitlyn cast her eyes from nervous faces, downcast glances, and more than a couple anxiously fritting tails.

Ridiculous.  What happened is done, and now it’s time to find out what happens next.  Caitlyn didn’t trust herself quite enough to pause for a deep breath before she pushed open the servant’s door and walked into her mistress’ studio.  She heard others follow, starting a heartbeat later.

She was rather glad none of them could see her jaw open when she saw Lady Odette.

Her mistress was lounging on an easy-chair, a decadently over-stuffed green velvet affair that was a gift from some noble or another a couple years ago.  Her exquisite lips were ever so slightly curved into an imperious smile as those piercing eyes regarded Caitlyn.  Mistress Odette let the finger of her right hand glide over her lips before she cared to shift her gaze to the other servants assembling around (and, notably, a little behind) of Caitlyn.  

Caitlyn kept her back straight, but momentarily forgot the rest of her etiquette.  For the first second, she thought she could see no trace of her friend, but then she noticed the languid, hefty cock resting above a milky white thigh.  She closed her mouth as she felt it begin to water and hurried to bow before the Magistrix.

Could that be… did Mistress Odette turn Julie into a cock?

She tried to think of an alternative.  She supposed a sorceress of her mistress’ caliber could grow one without transforming someone else… but there seemed to be a prestige or magic thing about making someone else part of your body.  One of those fanciful academies to the west was all about that sort of thing…  She didn’t know enough about magic to understand what made something like that attractive, but it was supposed to be the more difficult spell, a spell that could only be worked by some of the best in the art… and Lady Odette certainly would want her court to know that category included herself.  

She stood there, trying to control her breathing, keeping her eyes demurely on the floor until told otherwise, and trying to fight down the blush coloring her cheeks scarlet.  Her mind raced; there could be some other options, but none of them were terribly likely.  The most direct answer seemed to be that her best friend was now the impressively proportioned manhood that refused to leave her thoughts.

A hundred racing heart-beats later Mistress Odette seemed satisfied that all her servants were accounted for.   Caitlyn could see from the edge of her vision as Lady Odette gracefully pulled herself from the soft cushions of the easy chair, standing nude before her servants with the characteristic art and confidence of her family line.  

“My industrious, loyal servants,” she began, idly walking across the gathered work-force, her new addition slowly hardening.  The address was an invitation to look fully on their mistress, and Caitlyn eager complied.  This deserved her full attention.

“Tonight is a grand occasion.  I know you have all labored to help make this unveiling a reality.  I know tonight Castle Alinor stands in splendor not seen in an age, and much of that is owed to your tireless labor.  Many things will change tonight.  My father signed you on with long-term contracts of service.  Should any of you wish to leave my employ after tonight, I will allow it.  I also intend to take a more direct hand in things, and as such your duties will undoubtedly grow.  But so will your rewards.”

She gestured towards her bed, the shimmering red and pink fabric somewhat… stained.  Beyond which, Caitlyn could see a gleaming gem-adorned gown atop a new wooden mannequin.  

“I require your assistance with my new gown.  The first five to arrive to my summons, Caitlyn, Sussette, Adelle, Penelope, and Pearl, will have that duty.  For the rest,” her proud, powerful smile grew a shade more emotional, more personal, maybe even a tad guilty, “I’m afraid I’ve made rather a mess of my bed sheets.  And the curtains.  And the carpet.  I expect the fourteen of you will have my chambers pristine within the hour.  Once you complete your duty, you may all have the rest of the night off.”

She began walking towards her gown, one hand gesturing for Caitlyn and the others to follow.  Within a second the nineteen gathered maids hurried to their tasks, eager for a personal night and, more importantly, eager not to offend their Mistress.  How many had made the connection about the new cock, Caitlyn wondered as she and Pearl began untying the dress from its mannequin.  

The gown was amazing.  Caitlyn recognized the elusive, gossamer texture of the black spidersilk, alone worth more than some city treasuries, but the gown was embroidered with easily a hundred glinting blue diamonds.  It strapped in along the back, and would require aid to get in or out of, but that was common; anyone who could afford a gown like this could afford servants to dress them.  

The peculiar thing, Caitlyn soon found, was that the gown was almost entirely open along its front.  The fabric cupped and regally presented her Mistress’ full breasts, but below that the dress arced around her ribs, revealing her navel and her sex… of course, she wanted to show off her new cock.  Caitlyn remembered the representatives from Arachnae’s arriving for the fitting over three months ago… how long had Lady Odette been planning this?

The maids worked in silence, deft fingers lacing the gown onto their mistress’ body.  Lady Odette had just as much practice as her maids had with these gowns; she stood still when she needed to, lifted arms without being asked, and shifted her weight as they worked the straps around her hips and thighs that kept the unconventional gown attached to her figure.  

Soon, the five were all but done.  Lady Odette was the picture of elegant, regal grace, the gown hugging her shapely hips, emphasizing her inviting breasts, the sparkling blue gems complimenting her brilliant blue eyes with an artful blend visible skin and delicate concealment.  She would have been the picture of feminine beauty, were it not for the cock that all the maids had very pointedly avoided touching or looking at while they worked.

“Almost done,” Mistress Odette said.  She turned to face Caitlyn, “would you mind fetching that black ribbon?  The one tied around the mannequin’s waist.”  

Caitlyn bowed and hurried to comply, but as she moved Odette turned around to address the room.  “You have doubtless noticed my new addition.  Some of you may even recognize your former associate.  I am happy to announce that Julie has agreed to a new, permanent, position.  So far, she is performing exemplarily.”

Caitlyn realized where her Mistress would want the ribbon the instant it was off the mannequin.  Even this was gorgeous, made from the same midnight dark spidersilk as the gown, it seemed to shimmer in her hands, flirting between black and a shade of blue that was somehow darker.

“Would you be so kind?” Lady Odette said.  The words were sweetly asked, but it was no question.

Caitlyn swallowed as she knelt before her mistress.  She tried to hold her breath, but her lungs betrayed her and invited in the heady aroma of her Mistress… of Julie.  It was masculine and feminine and filled with delicious promise.  It made her lips wet, her skin blush, her breathing quicken, and her hands tremble ever so slightly as she tied the beautiful bow into a ribbon about midway along the cock’s length.  She could feel the warmth and power radiating from it.  Unbidden, her fingers gently brushed against the rod, and she felt the throbbing of its blood flow, and something more, radiate through her.

She stifled a gasp and stepped back once the bow was tied, hoping her Mistress hadn’t noticed her… indiscretion.

But Lady Odette was smiling.  

“Caitlyn Antennyr, you’ve been in my service since the beginning.  I wonder, are you happy with the changes I’ve made to you?”

“Yes, my Lady,” Caitlyn answered immediately and truthfully.  She wasn’t comfortable with her Mistress’ direct attention, but she had enjoyed her changes.  She loved the look of her ears, thought the tail made her cute in the maid’s uniform, and loved how it let her indulge her catty nature.  She’d occasionally wondered if the early spells had ever affected that, but she’d been like this as long as she could remember, before she’d ever heard of Odette.  

“Then perhaps you would be willing to accept a promotion?”

Caitlyn swallowed and held her posture.  She recognized loaded words, heavy with implications and fateful meaning.  Everyone in the castle knew someone who had been promoted to the gardening staff or stables, only to spend the rest of their service as a flower-bush or mare.  Of course, declining the largess of such a powerful patron could be equally unwise.  

“I would be honored, my Lady.”  

Odette smiled.  “Then allow me to be the first to congratulate you.  Of course, with a change of position comes a change of uniform…”

The magistrix raised a hand and gracefully twirled her index finger in the air.  Out of context, it would have looked silly… but Caitlyn felt something stir around her, her clothes obeying the woman’s whim.  It almost felt like soap bubbles, delicately popping against her skin.  It tingled, it tickled.  She looked down and saw her black and white maid’s uniform, short-skirt and low-cut blouse with lace and frills, evaporate.  Every individual fiber seemed to unravel and fizz away, her uniform unweaving itself as she wore it… and then it was gone.

Caitlyn stood naked in her mistress’ presence, the eyes of all her colleagues on her.  Her heart was racing, her ears were standing up, the hair along the back of her neck was raised and tingling with apprehension… but, almost to her surprise, she wasn’t scared.  It might have been the magic, but she doubted that.  Her nipples were erect, her feminine nether-lips wet, her skin flush… she looked at her mistress and awaited whatever would come next.  

Lady Odette regarded her for a tantalizing moment before taking a deliberate step towards her.  And another.  She gracefully brushed her hand against Caitlyn’s shoulder as she passed her, proceeding at e measured pace to a cabinet near her bed.

Caitlyn didn’t see what she did over there.  That touch carried an amazing shock, a rush of tingling, arousing, powerful energy that flooded through her.  She let out a startled gasp as she felt the magic wash into her.  The telltale tingle of overt magic was a familiar sensation to anyone who worked in Castle Alinor, things like the summoning enchantment were everywhere and usually carried along the subtle hair-raising whisper of magic along with them, but this was different.  This was magic entering her, becoming her, changing her… she’d felt that once before, when a more girlish and playful Odette had given her cat ears and a tail on her first week in service.  But even compared to that memory, this was different.  That felt like… a stroll through an early morning mist.  This was a sprint through a hurricane.

Unbidden, the memory of her first changes returned to her.  She recognized this… the welling of potential.  It was exhilarating, almost a giddy sensation, and if last time was any indication, it would only last an instant…

The magic crystallized, coalescing through her all at once, changing her in a dozen places and in innumerable ways.  The rush of sensation was nearly overwhelming.  Through all the conflicting, powerful sensations, Caitlyn managed to focus on the most pressing, the most demanding.

Along her chest and stomach six pin-pricks of excitement had grown white-hot with intensity.  She ran a hand over them and, to her immense surpise, was greeted with a flood of pleasure and the sensation of wobbling weight.  Looking down she saw what at first looked like six mosquito bites along her front, only for them to grow and darken into the familiar pink nub of her nipples.  Before her eyes they began to rise upon soft cushions of flesh, each pair slightly smaller than the set above them, until a row of eight boobs stretched from her chest to her navel.  

Her legs buckled, sending her rocking on an unfamiliar balance.  She felt rather than saw her feet extend, her thighs and shins contract, and her toes grow into padded paws.  Caitlyn landed on her hands, only to find the sensation oddly natural.  She felt her hands change, not to the extent of her feet but close.  Pads formed along the inside of her fingers, her palms extended and her digits contracted.  She saw her nails grow black and harden into claws that could slip into her fingertips.  

Her spine tingled and shifted, altering itself to better handle a quadruped gait.  Her skin tingled in a million places, tickling as she felt delicate black hairs grow along her back and sides until she had a lustrous coat of fur.  Her neck repositioned until it joined her head from behind, rather than below.  Her face tingled as her mouth and nose pushed outward, joining into a short cat-lipped muzzle.  

She howled in orgasm, bucking her hips as her eager pussy drove her to a climax fueled entirely by internal sensation.  The cry sounded more than a little like the yowl of a cat in heat… which Caitlyn supposed she was now.

She was still panting, readjusting herself on four limbs with a natural ease that unbelievable.  Even before she tried to straighten herself, she knew she’d never walk upright again.  But, she didn’t care.  She took a few tentative steps, prowling with feline grace that made her entire body feel alive.  Caitlyn remembered jungle cats she’d seen in a menagerie while visiting neighboring Augustgrad a few years back.  She’d felt an odd kinship with them then, and now she was almost the exact size and shape of one of those jaguars.

“Lovely,” her mistress said, the words filled with a pride and affection that made Caitlyn grin.  The praise had such a tactile, visceral effect.  She felt her still smoldering pussy kindle itself again, and her entire body yearn for more praise.  She took a few prowling strides towards her mistress.  She came up to Lady Odette’s hips now, almost exactly at eye-level with her best friend.  

“You came out wondrously,” Odette said, stroking Caitlyn along the black fur of her back.  She felt a purr rumble its way through her throat.  “And, as promised, your new uniform,” she said kneeling down.  Caitlyn felt the collar along her neck as Odette fastened it, snugly but comfortably.  It felt so right…

Julie was erect and throbbing, the scent of her arousal flooding Caitlyn’s newly enhanced black nose.  Odette scratched her, behind her head and between her ears.  It felt heavenly.  

“Your new job title is ‘Royal Pet’.  You report directly to me and are formally relieved of all your previous duties.  Your new duties will be somewhat flexible, but you will be required to attend to my pleasure in new ways.  We can discuss payment and benefits later.  Until such time, you’re at leave.  I suggest you acquaint yourself with your new assets tonight.”

“Thank you, my Lady…” Caitlyn spoke out of reflex.  She was surprised she could still speak, her newly elongated tongue working similar syllables around an unfamiliar mouth.  That tongue… it was larger and more flexible, like a cat’s, but still soft and supple like a human’s.  And her new spine, her entire body, was so flexible now…

The words constituted a dismissal that Caitlyn was more than eager to seize upon.  She couldn’t bow anymore, so she lowered her head and forelegs in difference to Odette before turning around and striding from her mistress’s chambers, her black tail raised and her naked pussy wet with lust and promise.  She needed to get to her quarters, and then she would find out just how flexible she was.  Without a doubt she could reach her pussy, but how many of her eager nipples could she stroke with her tongue?  

She had all night to find out, and somehow she doubted whether that would be enough.  And the way Lady Odette had spoken… she had no doubt she’d be reuniting with Julie soon.  And frequently.  Likely with great force and repetition.  She couldn’t wait.  

As she left her Lady’s chambers, she heard Odette address her staff.  She twisted her ears backward to best pick up the last few words…

“… and please advise any suitable colleagues or friends that you know, I’m looking for at least two more suitable maids for my staff.  I expect a number of new openings in the coming months.”

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Jaunus Alcuedir had long practiced the delicate art of attending high-class parties.  In other corners of Arcanus noble-born scions of great families would toil away at warcraft or haggling or some other barbaric pursuit, but the refined valleys of the Crystal Vale required a distinctly different skill set from their royalty.  

There was a delicate balance, he mused to himself as he sipped an imported sparkling red from a crystal and gold goblet.  He had to have a commanding presence while simultaneously maintaining an air of nonchalance.  He had to mingle without looking like he needed to chat with anyone.  He had to be attractive, interesting, bored, and bemused in precise ratios as per specific settings, times, venues, and people.  

Tonight’s gala demanded a much lower value of bored than most.  The Valeroux family was easily the most influential and powerful in the Vale, and luckily they found themselves in dire need of a male heir.  The Valerouxs weren’t as well established as some would like to believe; the family had only controlled the Vale for a few generations, and a number of the noble houses held great enough sway to effectively challenge Raoul and his daughter… but that would be problematic, expensive, and would still leave entirely too much room for disaster.  A direct confrontation was possible, but marrying into the throne was easily the more attractive option.

He kept an eye on his fellow guests.  Every count, countess, and magister not actively engaged in some regional crises was here, and even then, only if they didn’t have someone they could delegate it to.  He caught the bold figure and unfortunate nose of the richly dressed Count Cordoba mingling near a buffet table, very pointedly not bringing up the faerie problem that had already cost him two entire towns within his county.  Jaunus gave him the slightest of rueful nods when he made eye-contact and moved on.

The wonderful thing about Castle Alinor, after all, was the history.  The castle had been built and rebuilt a dozen times over the last millennia, and had tended to change hands rather forcefully every three decade or so, at least until this last century of unanticipated stability.  Each regime, monarch, and mad-sorceress (especially that last group) had left his or her own indelible touch on the place.  The Grand Ballroom was built by the Mad Sorceress Lucielle d’Artor some six hundred years ago, the majestic stone columns and domed roof sculpted from the raw bedrock by her own hand.  The shimmering crystal chandelier that illuminated the hall with a thousand separate shifting glints of witch-light was said to have been Lucielle’s daughter.  No one seemed to recall the girl’s name, but the old legend went that she failed to live up to her mother’s expectations in magical practice, so Lucielle decided to put her to use in another fashion.  She spent a hundred days and a hundred nights on the project, first transforming her daughter into a statue of fine crystal, and then decanting and shifting her, rendering her glinting form into smaller and smaller versions, each linked in sensation and mana.  She wove her daughter’s handmaidens into gossamer wires of enchanted gold to hold the thousand crystal gems her daughter had become, each burning wildly with the never extinguishing light of her perpetual arousal.  Her existence rendered into a thousand faceted jewels, each ray of light passing through her was supposed to exhilarate her stretched consciousness.  It would be maddening to a human mind, but perhaps a human mind turned to crystal could better handle the perpetual helpless exhilaration over the long centuries…

Jaunus smiled to himself; as beautiful as the chandelier was, it was ultimately a cautionary tale.  Lucielle was forced from Alinor only a couple years after its completion; her obsession over pet projects kept from her noticing deteriorating relations with her vassals and growing problems within her domain.  It ended up costing her control of the Vale. They say she didn’t realize she was at war with a coalition of nobles until their army stormed Castle Alinor itself.  

It was all so exciting.  Records from that time were spotty, at best, but the story had the feel of truth.  The chandelier certainly felt magical; the Ballroom always had an air of excitement about it, allegedly flowing from the nameless chandelier-lady’s perpetual excitement, but even more invigorating was the subtle symbolism of the installation.  Crafted by the greatest sorceress of her age, a magician few in all the world could have hoped to match, but ultimately undone by her own overconfidence.  There are other powers than magic, and this young sorceress’ courtly inexperience could easily be the key to true control over the vale.

An elegant form caught his eye.  Even across the ballroom and partially obscured by a half dozen mingling nobles he recognized her.  The woman was gorgeous, and not in the depressingly uniform way so many ladies had become.  The well to do the Crystal Vale had the resources to access cosmetic spellcraft, but they held onto old sensibilities that kept them from exploiting that fact to truly memorable ends.  As such, the same ample curves, the same modest-yet-gown-filling breasts, and the same petite noses could be found on half the ladies present, but not on the woman chatting eagerly with a blushing serving-girl.

Jaunus began making his way toward the two, a process stalled by the requisite niceties and introductions with political allies and friends along the path.  Before he was even twenty paces away the two ducked away, to a small alcove-filled hallway with a number of unremarkable studies and lounge rooms specifically designed to facilitate private parties ducking away from affairs like this.  When he finally he reached the secluded hallway he saw her stepping out from one of those rooms.

She was gorgeous.  Four breasts strained against her sheer black-silk gown, the bottom pair slightly smaller than the top.  Ruby red lips smiled seductively, dark-scarlet hair framing her feminine features and falling behind her to the small of her back.  Sparkling emerald eyes radiated raw sensuality, barely contained lust, and most of all, power.  Jaunus heard the clink of what could have been a lady’s dancing shoes against the immaculate marble floor, but he knew the noise came from a pair of delicate cloven hooves.  A red, spade-tipped tail wove behind her as she stopped and appraised Jaunus, giving him a wondrous opportunity to appreciate how her flowing gown clung to her slender curves, and how the glinting jewels along her fingers and neck played with the light like some novel toy.  It also gave him opportunity to notice a ring on her left hand that she hadn’t been wearing when he first spied her.

“Maeve,” Jaunus said, shaking his head, “it’s been entirely too long.”

“My darling Jaun,” she spoke with a sultry voice, her lips curving around each word.  The movements sent delightful ideas into Jaunus’ mind, but he was expecting nothing less from Maeve Ebonlight.  

She extended a jeweled hand out in invitation.  Without missing a beat, Jaunus lifted it up and planted a delicate kiss on it, noticing the shape of her newest ring.  The band was thin and gleamed like only gold could.  The circle had some odd lines and tapers that, upon reflection, were reminiscent of spread open feminine thighs.  From the center, around some delicate golden filigree that resembled labial folds, was a single glinting ruby that sparkled with an almost tangible energy.  It poked out of the filigree like a particularly large clitoris.

“I see you still collect,” he said with a bemused smile as he released Maeve’s hand.  He shook his head with a wry smile, “did you at least get her name this time?”

Maeve cocked her head, sending delightful ripples through her scarlet mane.  Her smile grew more genuine as she reappraised the princeling before her.

“She was a Jessica.  Maid in the castle for six years, tired of all the looks she got from lecherous noblemen and very excited by my offer of a new, permanent position.  I think she knew where this was going, and she feels divine right now.  I imagine I’ll be wearing her all season.”

Jaunus laughed.  “Ah, Maeve, you haven’t changed a bit.”  He gestured towards a table with Champaign flutes and the two began walking, “did you at least clear things with Castle Alinor beforehand this time?”

“I stopped doing that a couple years ago.  Every now and then they decline, and I just can’t abide that.  It would absolutely ruin my collection record.”  She pouted in mock distress, the look absolutely adoring on those inviting lips.  

“Hmph, so one new addition for every ball, masquerade, and feast you’re invited to within the Northern Kingdoms-“

“And the East Princes,” she corrected, “I’ve started visiting that way in the last few years.”

“Averaging busy and slow months, that’s about, what, twenty-five, thirty servants a year?”

“Thereabout,” she confirmed with a smug smile.  “I’m wearing twelve of them right now.”

Jaunus cast his eyes over his companion again.  It was an effort of willpower to keep his eyes from lingering on her curves and bare skin.  “So that would be the ruby ring you just made from that Jessica, the sapphire rings on your right hand… the pair of golden bands still seem to have womanly features, I think that’s the necklace you made out of Emma at my unveiling three years ago, both of those earrings still have lovely curves in the metalwork, the platinum bracelet on your left arm looks like two women interrupted in an intimate moment, and that gown is hugging your breasts entirely too well to be mundane… what am I missing?”

“Good eye,” she purred in approval.  “The bracelet was actually just one maid with a wondrously vivid imagination.  I got her making out with herself before I started bending her into metal.  The other three aren’t exactly in sight right now.  I have a banded gold anklet just above my right hoof, a diamond stud in my navel, and a delightful pair of lady’s unmentionables that just couldn’t wait to get between my legs.”  She took a deep breath, her quartet of pert breasts straining against the sheer black fabric of her dress.  “They feel exquisite.”

Jaunus didn’t doubt it.  Twelve baubles on her person at that moment, each locked in an eternity of inanimate, helpless, intense pleasure.  That much arousal and sensation was palpable even at his distance, but Maeve was… particularly open to such things.

“I imagine their employers object.”

Maeve shrugged, “Sometimes.  A few nobles have complained, but I have my own residence in Altarra now, with my own staff.  I can just offer a girl from my own staff in recompense, although I understand they always almost stay animate.”  She shrugged again, “no accounting for taste.”.

“Heh,” he chuckled to himself.  They were almost to the refreshment table, so he decided to press on to the more important issue at hand.  “What brings you here?  A fully trained sorceress of the Daemos Academy must be in ridiculously high demand, especially with the scuffles up along the coast-lands.  How does Lady Odette’s Presentation rank on your priority list?  Eager additions to your jewelry cabinet aside.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re entirely too clever?”  She graced him with brief, mock glower, “I’m here by the request of Mistress Alatea of the Daemos Academy.  Odette has great potential, and could accomplish much with the proper schooling.  Her father probably won’t want to risk his heir on one of the academies, but Alatea thought I might be able to convince her if we met in person.  I doubt it, personally, but she really does have promise.”

“Are you sure she doesn’t just want to get her out of the way?”  An elegant plan, but it would interfere too much with his own ambitions… not that he savored the idea of trying to stop Maeve.  

To his surprise, Maeve laughed.  “No, no… we get more than enough fodder for our projects from the peasants along the isles.  No, if a graduate tries to recruit someone out here, it’s because we think they have what it takes.”

Jaunus pondered that as he picked a Champaign flute from the table.  “I seem to recall you telling me something about that when you recruited Edward McCormick a couple years ago.  Clever enough fellow, apprentice to my court magician… which breast did he become, again?”

“Bottom left,” she gave the boob in question a quick squeeze.  “And I really did think he would make it.  Turns out he had the aptitude, but not the willpower… I’ve gotten better about that.”

Jaunus sipped his drink, wondering what Odette could have done to catch the interest of one of the Great Academies when he heard the signature trilling of trumpets, announcing the arrival of the guest of honor.  “Shall we?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Maeve cooed, lacing an arm around Jaunus as the two began to move towards ballroom’s northern wall.  

Jaunus reluctantly disentangled himself from the lovely sorceress when they arrived in front of the balcony Lady Odette would emerge from.  Of course Maeve could be fun, he still had fond memories of their time together before she went off to the Deamos Academy, and her tutelage had only increased her proclivity and skill, but he was here on bachelor’s business after all.  Quickly he ran through the agenda; present a good showing at the unveiling, be the first to congratulate the magistrix on her entrance into courtly society, try to make her laugh or blush, and return later to build on the foundation his charisma would set over the first encounter.  Normal courtly procedure, to be sure, but essential none the less.  

With a practiced grin, just the right amount of bemusement, interest, and a hint of hunger in his gaze, carefully formulated to win the attention of blushing noblewomen, Jaunus turned towards the source of the trumpeting.  The crowd had parted at the foot of a winding staircase that lead up to the third story banister, its handles made of a gleaming blue moonstone.  Winding her way down the stairway that cost more than most villages were worth was a vision of beauty.

She was gorgeous.  Feminine curves artfully cradled in a gown of glinting blue diamonds, light sparkled and shined about her, lending an air of enchantment to her noble beauty.  Full lips, lustrous eyes, breasts that seemed just barely restrained by her elegant gown… Jaunus found himself growing hard as he watched.  His future wife and Queen-consort was a thing to behold.  This seduction would certainly be one of his most enjoyable…

“Oh, wow,” Maeve whispered, her excited voice almost lost in the collective gasp of the assembly.

Odette Valeroux rounded a corner of the winding staircase, exposing the deep open cut of her gown to the crowd.  More importantly, an impressive shaft of distinctly masculine equipment swung between her shapely thighs with each descending step.  Lady Odette had a cock.

“I think she’s bigger than you,” Maeve teased, a giddy excitement weaving itself into her voice.

Jaunus didn’t know what to say to that, but fortunately he wasn’t alone.  Even the royal herald paused for a moment after Odette had reached the landing.  Odette didn’t seem to mind; she continued her sauntering walk across the hall, watching the crowd part as she approached her father’s vacant throne.   It was the comparatively simple wooden throne, elaborately carved from bone-white Elderwood, and the traditional seat for the Magister to sit justice upon.  Vaguely, Jaunus recognized that this was a bit forward for a princess.  Tradition dictate that she take the lesser throne, positioned to the side of the ruling Magister’s, although in this case that would mean fetching her mother’s chair from storage and reinstalling it.  He grabbed onto that thought, using it guide him back to reality, trying to get a grasp of this new situation.

“Presenting, Her Heighness, the Princess of Alinor, the River Reach, and the Crystal Vale, the Magistrix, Lady Odette Valeroux.”

He only slightly stumbled on the ‘lady’ part.

Odette took a bow, a slight one, to the crowd before settling herself in her father’s throne.  Even now she was imperious and majestic, beautiful, powerful, and feminine… save for the cock dangling over her crossed legs.  Her sapphire eyes sparkled as she looked over the crowd.

“It is my pleasure.  As heir apparent of the Vale, it is my great honor to be formally presented to my adoring subjects.  I swear, upon my sacred honor, that I will serve you to the best of my abilities.”  She spoke, the authority in her voice undeniable.  

And for a split second nothing happened.

And then nothing continued to happen.  Of course, Jaunus realized, he’d spent a fortune on making sure of it.  He wanted the honor to be the first to present himself, to work his charm before any competition could.

And after a heartbeat of deliberation, he decided that was still true.  

With practiced poise he broke from the crowd and approached the carved wooden throne and the imperious figure atop it.  He never imagined he could feel intimidated in this moment.  

For the first time in his life, everyone’s eyes were on him and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it.

This was all planned.  When he was about a single step in front of Odette he kneeled before her, just a bit closer than was formally appropriate.  He donned his best charming smile before he spoke.

“My lady, it is my honor and privilege to be the first to welcome you to courtly society.  Word of your beauty has spread across every court, castle, and keep, and not a single soul among them shall find you any less glorious than your legend promises.  If I may ever be of service, you needn’t hesitate to ask.”

It was formal, forward, and ever so slightly flirtatious.  Combined with his natural charm, it would do well… better if he could get closer.

“I would like to hold you to that vow,” Odette replied, almost the instant Jaunus had finished speaking, “your own legend precedes you.  Silver tongue, dashing, adoring…” her lips curved into a subtle smile, “I would ask what manner of service you feel most confident offering.”

There was invitation in the words mirrored in slight shifts in her posture.  Her meaning was as clear as it was desired, and Jaunus rose to his feet and took that one step closer, trying very hard not to focus on the woman’s penis.  He opted to gaze into her crystal blue eyes, beautiful but alight with something… magic maybe, but there was some hint of hidden amusement rather more worried Jaunus.  

“I would raise my sword against your enemies, but none have dared to challenge you.  I would offer my counsel in crises, but the wise rule of your family has kept peace and prosperity for generations.  I would do whatever you asked, but for now it would be my unparalleled honor to offer companionship.  You will find no better guide through the court and noble halls of the Crystal Vale.”

Degree by degree, almost imperceptibly, Odette’s smile grew.  But still, that sparkle in those ice-blue eyes was unnerving.

“I find myself in need of good companionship.  A clever scion of a noble house would be the perfect guide.  If I may make you such a companion,” she lifted an arm from the sculpted wooden judgment throne, almost casually offered it toward Jaunus, “merely accept my favor.”

This was going better than Jaunus had dreamt of.  Knowing actions spoke louder than words, he gracefully leaned forward in a bow, lifted the hand to his lips, and softly kissed the Lady of Alinor.

The tingle of magic arced through his lips.

Jaunus gasped softly, straightening his back and taking a step backward, as though he’d burned his finger on something entirely too hot.  But the distance did nothing to lessen the sensation coursing through him, of powerful magic filtering across his very being.  He looked to Odette to find the woman nonplussed, her smile genuine and amused, her sapphire eyes sparkling with satisfaction.  

Just as the first changes began to manifest he realize that he’d effectively given Odette permission to do what she pleases to him.  She shaped the dialogue such that he had gleefully given consent, and not a single a Lord or Lady in the entire Crystal Vale could claim that his rights as a noble has been violated in the process.  

This line of thought was interrupted by a surge of sensation radiating from Jaunus’ chest.  He looked down to see his immaculately kept tunic rising outward, twin mounds forming beneath the cream and scarlet garment.  He raised a hand to the growing bulge and was rewarded by an even stronger shock of pleasure, and a redoubled growth of his new breasts.

He panted as now achingly sensitive nipples strained against fine fabric, his hands curling into fists and struggling against his expensive shirt to win some manner of relief.  He was vaguely aware of his hands thinning, becoming more slight and slender as his fingers found enough purchase in his new cleavage to dig in and rip his tunic apart.  Freed from their uncomfortable restraints, his new boobs bounced gleefully in the air before Odette and the entire court, only to resume their growth as yet more changes affected his form.

A small part of his mind that was still processing things rationally noticed that the very first changes of the spell focused around giving him a truly impressive bust.  Evidently, Odette was a tits-woman.  That could be useful to know later on.  Assuming there was a later on, of course.  

At the same time, a much larger part of his mind was preoccupied with a wealth of alien sensation that could only be his body’s radical transformation.  He took a stumbling step backward, disoriented until he realized he’d lost about a foot of height as his legs and spine shrank to feminine sizes.  His arms and legs followed his hands, their shapes subtly but definitely diminishing into toned but slender forms appropriate to his new gender.  

His silk embroidered trousers quickly became too large, fabric pooling around his dainty ankles.  They stayed on only by virtue of a quick tug which brought their hemline and belt above his widening hips.  Loose everywhere else, his once comfortable pants had grown tight around the curves of his enhanced ass and hips.  His feet slipped out of his boots and he nearly fell face-first, tangled in his own finery.

This muffled “Aahmph!” alerted Jaunus to changes he could not see.  He was suddenly aware that his lips were fuller, his voice was higher, and his vision was obscured along the periphery by tangles of flowing golden hair.  It brushed against newly sensitive skin, sending shivers of gooseflesh and excitement across his neck.  Somehow, he knew he was gorgeous now… and he also knew what was bound to happen next.

Thankfully, his pants concealed his cock even in their current, ill-fitting shape.  He was rather glad the assembled nobility didn’t see his rod grow hard from arousal only to sink, inch by tantalizing inch, into a new wetness.  He felt that wetness, a well of heat and burning arousal, grow deeper and deeper with every instant, its sensation overshadowing his cock.  She hardly noticed when the rod and testicles had been fully subsumed, so great was the desire in her new vagina.  It grew deeper and deeper, doubtless deep enough to accommodate the monster Odette was packing, the very thought of which sent delightful, alien desires quivering through her new form.  

Jaunus felt the arcane tingling subside and knew her transformation was over.  Panting, she took brief measure of her new body.  She was a woman now, and from the feel of things, a very feminine one at that.  Her mane of golden hair fell around her face and well past her shoulders.  She was shorter now, a few inches shorter than Odette, but her tits were quite a bit larger than the Magistrix’s.  Her breasts were truly remarkable, each one almost as large as her head, but round and perky despite their size.  They jiggled most delightfully when she adjusted her weight.  Her nipples were erect and the mere sight of her new assets was making her snatch hot and bothered.  

Nothing has changed, she reminded herself as she looked at Odette.  She knew the thought wasn’t entirely true, but it was a good place to start.

She curtsied, or came as close to the movement as she could without a skirt or training.  She had a lot to learn, she didn’t doubt, but first things must come first.

“Thank you, my Lady,” she replied in her new, velvety  voice, every movement from her new lips strange yet exciting.  “It will be a pleasure to serve.”

Lady Odette’s smile grew bemused as she took Jaunus in.  Her cock had grown hard during her transformation, though whether that was because she enjoyed watching the changes or fancied the new shapely form in front of her, Jaunus was uncertain.  

“I believe I shall enjoy your service, as well,” she replied.  She waved a hand in dismissal, “I’m afraid I have imposed somewhat upon you.  You may wish to take the night to become… acquainted with things.  I grant you leave.  You may make use of whatever accommodations you wish.”

“Thank you, my Lady,” Jaunus repeated, curtsying again before backing away from the throne.  She slipped out of her ill-fitting socks as she left, leaving the garments on the floor where they fell, alongside her ruined tunic.  Topless and jiggling, she calmly left the Magistrix, her breasts almost annoyingly bouncy.  Almost.  

It was a torment to walk calmly past the crowd.  So many carefully laid plans had been shot to hell in the last five minutes, but the real hassle was in maintaining dignity with such powerful lust blossoming between her legs.  She wanted to howl in desire and tackle the nearest man or woman in an impassioned embrace… but no, that simply would not do.  A noble… a noblewoman must be dignified.  She had sought the Magistrix’s confidence, and in a way, she had won it tonight.  As an added bonus, Odette’s rod of manhood no longer seemed like drawback to the current state of affairs.  Tomorrow she would recalculate her priorities…

But tonight, she needed to get to her quarters and summon her servants.  She had a lot to learn about fucking as a woman.