Tiffany and Alice stood side-by-side, the two of them taking every opportunity possible to glare at one another between fidgets in their new sorority robes. Tiffany really, really hated the brunette with all of her heart and all of her soul. She couldn't wait see the girl transformed, finally being done with all of this.
And speaking of transformations... The blond sent a nervous look to the two girls to their right, finding Vanessa as much of a dog-girl as ever and Rachel still snorting happily as a pig-girl, despite being washed off.
“You four have come to apply to the most prestigious sorority in the world. And of you, only two remain.” Sandra, the sorority's president, spoke with a confident smile.
Vanessa barked and Rachel oinked, unknowingly reinforcing the chapter's transformation-based elimination of pledges.
Tiffany swallowed nervously, wondering what was next. She'd made it this far, but now... Now it all came down to one final challenge.
“Your last task...” Sandra announced, turning with a smile. “Is to take place at the sorority's grand mansion.”
“What? Why?” Alice blurted out.
Tiffany scowled at her despite thinking the exact same.
“Because.” Sandra smiled. “It is a rare occurrence for our chapter to house a new inductee, and so we have arranged for revels. It will be something of a welcoming party, to celebrate the one gained, and the three lost.”
As though her statement brought them back to lucidity, Vanessa and Rachel blinked, shaken from their stupor just in time to be herded into the van they arrived in.
Rachel was the first to speak. “Prreee! Prrrr-snort-lease! Change m-ort! Change me back!” She squealed, oinking worriedly as she tried to cover her chubby frame with her hands. Any further attempts to speak were simply reduced to animalistic squeals.
“Rrrreeeeyeee don't wrrrant to be drruf! Dog!” Vanessa whimpered, her ears drooping and her tail hanging low. “Prrarf! Arf! Rrrarf!” She cried as she too lost the gift of speech, the van doors closing behind her.
Tiffany and Alice watched as the van's engine revved, its side doors opening as the hooded sisters filed in.
“You're not taking us?” Tiffany blinked in confusion.
Sandra laughed. “Not in that, no.” A limousine pulled in as the van drove away, its doors opening automatically. “One of you is to be rewarded for this, after all. And pomp and circumstance do have their merits.”
Tiffany and Alice blinked, watching as a redhead and a blond pushed their way past the pledges. “Well, get a move on!” The redhead, Anna, called.
“If it wouldn't be too much trouble.” Belle, the blond, added with a small smile.
The pledges followed the sorority's vice president and speaker into the limo, their hearts hammering with anticipation. Sandra followed them, sitting down once they were all secured.
The doors closed, the windows graying themselves out as the locks engaged. Tiffany chuckled wearily. “So much for us not being blindfolded, eh?”
Anna laughed. “Why would you ever want to see anything but the three beauties in this car?”
Tiffany blushed as she realized what a stupid question that was. Thus far she'd been kept in the dark as to where she was; there was no reason for that to stop now.
“You'll have to pardon Tiffany. I'm afraid she's a little slow.” Alice quipped with a smile.
“Still outfoxed you, you dumb monkey cunt.” Tiffany growled.
Alice's eyes widened, narrowing again as she snarled. “Bitch.”
“Slut.”
Belle raised her hands, stammering. “Please, can we just be civil? You'll be able to take it out on one another shortly; just please don't fight!”
Tiffany opened her mouth to retort; then she snapped her jaw shut. She'd gotten the last word in, anyways. There was no need to be petty about this.
Alice seemed to share a similar opinion, crossing her arms. “Very well. But once we finish this... I expect no mercy will be given to whoever loses.”
“Don't worry, I won't be too cruel.” Tiffany shot back happily, looking at her rival with a smug grin. She was feeling a little overconfident, but so what? She was completely justified in thinking that!
Alice didn't respond, and the long trip back to the sorority house was made in silence.
Tiffany had almost started to nod off when the three sisters around her straightened slightly, looking a little more alert.
“We're here.” Anna said with a small smile on her face.
The girl blinked in confusion, wondering how they knew where they were. Then again, she'd seen stranger things than that tonight.
The limousine slowed its motion, and the doors all opened for the girls within. One by one, they exited, the two pledges gasping at the realization that the 'grand mansion' was grand indeed.
A barking and squealing alerted them to Vanessa and Rachel's presence, and the pledges turned to see the animal girls being led by leashes up to the group.
“My lady.” One of the pledges bowed, holding the leashes out to Anna.
“Let the pledges take them. I wouldn't want Jasmine to get jealous, would I?” Anna grinned, waving to the pledges.
Tiffany quickly took Rachel's leash, giving the sow a sympathetic look. After all, if Tiffany had her way, she'd be squaring off against her right now, instead of Alice.
Alice sighed, taking Vanessa's leash and scratching her gently behind the ears. The motion seemed to calm the part Shiba Inu, and Vanessa's tail waggled happily behind her.
“Now, if you'll follow us, please?” Belle smiled, turning to follow Sandra and Anna as they headed in through the garden entrance.
Tiffany had to admit, she was impressed. The garden was immaculate, breeds of flowers that she didn't even know existed surrounding them on all sides. And before them still resided that preposterously large mansion, whose windows seemed to be flashing with lights.
Come to think of it, Tiffany could also make out loud party music. It seemed like the sorority really was gathered to witness tonight’s' induction. Which, of course, meant that there were more people who would be witnessing it.
Tiffany swallowed hard, her gaze hardening as she passed under another arch. If that was the case, then so be it. She could and would take any and all challenges in stride. Whatever it took to win, after all.
The trio of officials led them to a back door, and the girls blinked as Sandra parted ways with them.
“Is she not coming with us?” Tiffany asked.
“No. You'll see why in a moment.” Anna winked, heading up with Belle to a large double door. The two young women gripped the handles in their hands; then they pulled the large frame open.
“Welcome to the grand hall!” They chimed in unison, smiles on their faces as they revealed a grand ballroom filled with sorority sisters in lavish dress. This looked for all the world to be a high-class event... Were it not for the other attendees.
There were naked women everywhere, one by each of the sisters. All of them were animal girls like Vanessa and Rachel, all of them lying so close to their master. And all of them seemed incapable of human speech.
Here a mouse-girl squeaked to her owner's friend's gerbil-girl, there a pony-girl acted as a mount for her fabric-laden owner; the girl's bridle clamped hard in her mouth.
The more Tiffany looked, the more she was amazed by the sheer scale of it. All of the pets had collars, but only some of them were leashed. The rest of them were free to move around and mingle with one another.
A loud roar came from her left, and Tiffany squeaked in surprise as Anna was tackled by an orange-and-black blur. Tiffany's eyes widened as she saw a tiger-girl eagerly licking Anna's face, hugging her tightly and nuzzling into her chest.
“Aw, did you miss me, Jasmine?” Anna grinned, petting her pet's head.
“Rrr!” The tiger-girl nodded, her tail flicking contentedly as Anna snuggled her.
Tiffany turned towards Belle, finding that the demure girl had her own pet to tend to. She was stroking an overly fluffy girl that must have been part sheep, running her hands through the girl's thick wool.
“There, there. I hope that you and Jasmine played nice?” Belle cooed.
“Mee-eeh!” The sheep-girl nodded eagerly, burrowing her head into Belle's shoulder.
“Such a good girl, such a good girl!” Belle cooed, petting her sheep-girl again and again.
Beside Tiffany, Alice muttered. “Okay. This is a thing, apparently.”
Tiffany smirked at her. “Looking forward to your future?”
“No. To yours.” Alice retorted, sticking out her tongue.
“Sisters!” A loud voice called from the front of the hall.
Tiffany turned to find Sandra on an elevated stage, a poodle-girl nuzzled contentedly at her feet. The young woman held a hanging microphone closer to her face, yet she remained quiet; demanding silence without asking.
The conversation dimmed to a halt, only an occasional animal sound breaking the silence. “I have called you here today to celebrate the arrival of two new pledges, here from the trials to take the final test!”
All eyes turned to Tiffany and Alice, both of whom flushed and fidgeted, their anger replaced with embarrassment. Even the animal-girls were staring at them—with the looks of those who've found a new playmate, Tiffany realized with dread.
“Leave your charges to your sisters, and join me on stage, as we celebrate your entrance into Tau Alpha Upsilon!”
“Tau! Tau! Tau!” The sisters cheered, a lane parting through the crowd. Two smiling sisters pulled the leashes from the pledges' numb hands, waving them forward through the crowd.
Tiffany swallowed hard, taking step after wary step towards Sandra. This was it. This was the final test; her final hurdle to overcome! She sent a cocksure grin to Alice, who seemed to be petrified by the audience around her.
Tiffany laughed, her own strides growing longer and more confident as she approached the stage.
“Tau! Tau! Tau!” The cheers grew louder as they girls walked on-stage, human voices joined by the cries of their pets. Barks, squawks, and hisses filled the air, and Tiffany turned to see the assembly before her, waiting for Alice to join her on-stage.
Sandra nodded to them each in turn, and silence fell across the room. Two sisters, still in hoods, brought out a pair of full-length mirrors. They were followed by a third woman who carried a pair of goblets, one in each hand.
Tiffany watched, her heart pounding as they fixed the mirrors to face the audience. She looked to the goblet-carrying girl, nodding and taking a cup from her. It was heavy, full of a clear liquid that was no doubt magical.
Alice was handed a similar cup, holding it reverently in her hands. She looked to Sandra, who smiled at them and spoke.
“You both hold a very special concoction. When drunk, it allows anyone to return to human form, regardless of their state.” Sandra announced. “The test that follows is to determine your loyalty to the sorority, and will decide whether you are worthy.”
Tiffany and Alice both nodded solemnly, the cups feeling heavier in their hands. It was like they held the weight of the world, not knowing what to do with it.
“Before this test begins, you are each to choose a form for your rival to become. Feel free to choose the most horrid thing you can imagine; it will only make this test harder for them.” Sandra stepped back from the hanging microphone, motioning Tiffany forward.
Tiffany swallowed nervously, looking Alice up and down. She was really beautiful, with a trim athletic figure. Maybe something fat, like a cow or another pig... But no, Tiffany could do better than that. What if her arms and legs were turned into flippers, stripping her of much of her dexterity? She'd absolutely hate that, for sure!
“For a girl like this, only one form could possibly do. I think...” Tiffany smirked. “I would like to see Alice as a seal!” She called out, raucous applause greeting her decision. She stepped back, looking at her rival confidently.
“Beat that.” Tiffany hissed, privately hoping Alice wouldn't.
Alice pursed her lips with thought, heading up to the microphone. “I think that Tiffany is a bit of a troublemaker. She fouled me up in our last race, and she's been an utter ass to me this whole time. So, as a fan of the classics, why don't we let her become a donkey?”
Tiffany's heart sank. A donkey? She'd expected something ungainly; something embarrassing... But this was a new low! Her hands flitted to her mouth at the thought of growing a jackass's buck teeth, and she blushed madly.
The crowd laughed and cheered, and Alice beamed with relief. She stepped down to join Tiffany, her smug gaze surpassing the need for words.
Sandra stilled the audience once more, simply by walking to the microphone. “The choices have been made. Now, look into the mirrors, and see the ones you care about the most.”
Tiffany blinked in confusion, looking back to the mirror in concern. The one she cared about most? What was...? Her reflection swam, and before her eyes her brother materialized in the glass.
“What's going on?” Timothy called. “Tiff? Is that you? Why... Why can't I get out from here?” He banged on the mirror, its surface seeming to ripple with his every knock.
Tiffany looked to Alice in distress, finding her staring at her own mirror, a beautiful girl in her reflection. “Sally? Sal, just relax, honey! You'll be okay, I promise you!” Alice looked like she was about to cry, her eyes wide and watering.
The brunette turned to the host, desperation plain in her gaze. “Please, make me into anything you wish, just leave my girlfriend out of this!”
“The choice is up to you.” Sandra said, stepping back and smiling at the two girls.
“Choice?” Tiffany challenged. “What choice?”
“Tiff?” Timothy called from the other end. “I... I don't fuh—HEE-AWW!” He jerked forwards as a loud bray left his mouth, his face seeming to push out a little with the motion.
“No...” Tiffany whispered, looking at him; then looking down to her feet as they began to ache. It felt like her feet were being squeezed into shoes that were two sizes too tight; yet like they were also swelling!
As she watched, her shoes swelled and burst, a pair of large hooves now marking the ends of her feet. She was changing too, into the asinine form that had been requested by Alice.
That was this test. It was a challenge of loyalty to your loved ones or to a life in the sorority. Tiffany swallowed hard, her tongue feeling a little bit too large for her mouth. “Tim, don't worr-HEE!” She brayed, looking at her changing brother. She'd think of something, there had to be a way for this to work out!
“Alice, I love y-urt! Urt ort!” Sally called from the other end of Alice's mirror, whiskers extending from her cheeks and her body beginning to blubber up.
Alice's was bloating too, and she pawed at the mirror, crying plainly. “I love you too! I love you, I love you!”
Tiffany felt her own eyes beginning to water and she whimpered. This wasn't fair, none of this was fair! How was she supposed to make that sort of choice; she didn't want to become an animal girl like the Vanessa and Rachel; like all of the other ones she'd seen today!
“Perhaps I should mention.” Sandra clicked her heel against the stage, bringing the girls' attention to her. “While our pets might retain some of their intelligence; some of their humanity, you or your loved ones will not. This is a complete change, in body and mind.”
“N-NAWWW!” Tiffany brayed, her hands flying to the mirror to steady herself. Sure enough, her stance was wobbling a little; it felt like she'd fall to all fours any moment now.
A loud thud sounded from beside her, and Tiffany glanced over to see a much bulkier Alice straining at her tight robes as her body expanded more and more. It looked like her legs were almost entirely fused, leaving her with a large flipper that she swatted at the stage again and again.
Her girlfriend was faring little better. She was completely naked, her large and blubbery body having expanded well past the confines of her tight clothes. If she seemed embarrassed by it, she gave no sign, instead panicking more and more.
“Al-ort! Ark! Hark! Hard think!” She whined loudly, placing her hands aside her head and falling to her knees. It looked like this was all of the invitation her body needed to conjoin her legs, fusing them into a seal's flipper.
“Tiff-AWWWnn-EE!” Tiffany spun back to her little brother, finding his body was expanding as well. He looked to be pawing at his clothes, trying to pull them off with hands that were rapidly hardening into hooves.
Tiffany watched as his body grew larger and larger, his form rippling as it bubbled with further transformation. His eyes were large and pleading, and he clopped his hooves against the mirror in an attempt to break it. “P-AWW-luHEEEse!”
Tiffany watched as his ears began to lengthen, her ears tingling as well. They began to ache like someone was pulling on them, and she covered them with her hands, silently pleasing for them to recede into her head; for all of this to be a dream.
Her pleas were left unheard, and her ears grew longer and longer; floppier and floppier beneath her clenched hands. The girl whimpered in distress, her body quivering as she grew a pair of pointy donkey ears.
Tiffany turned back to the sorority, struggling to think of something to say. “HUHEE-AWW!” Her lips thickened as she brayed, and the girl whimpered loudly, trying again. “StAWWP duHEEs!” She brayed, her eyes watering.
“Why would I stop it when you can?” Sandra asked haughtily, arching an eyebrow. “You both have the power to change yourselves back; all you need to is use it! Take it in your hands before it is too late; drink deep of the goblet!”
“Nnnnort!” Alice shouted, shaking her head as she grew a muzzle. The girl's eyes watered as they grew large and tubby, her bloated body expanding further with every passing second. Her hands fused into useless flippers, and the girl cupped them to her face as her nose flattened into a sealy snout.
“H-hey. Better hurry there or else Sam will become a sEEEUH-HEEEHAWWW!” Tiffany brayed, trying to egg her opponent on. Maybe this was like a game of chicken; whoever changed first lost. That had to be it, right? Tiffany wouldn't believe that they'd make her choose the sorority over a loved one...
“TiffAWWWHEEHAW!” Timothy brayed from the mirror, shaking out his long and furry ears. His own thick lips parted to reveal increasingly blocky teeth, his incisors lengthening to asinine proportions. For all the world, Timothy was looking more and more like a donkey.
Of course, to that same extent, Alice's girlfriend was looking more and more like a seal. Alice seemed to notice this as well, wailing at the sight of Sammy's tubby eyes beginning to darken, the transforming girl flopping her way to the mirror to nuzzle it sadly.
Sammy opened her mouth to say something, but whatever she'd intended to say came out a garbled barks, the sound of nothing more than a common seal. The girl shook her head sadly, her hair falling out and leaving her bald.
Alice's hair was falling out as well, and the brunette kept looking from her cup back to the mirror, then back to the cup. Finally, she tried to wrap her fins around it, barking in distress as she realized her arms were practically useless; changed now into mere leathery flippers.
But the girl was nothing if not resourceful, and she edged her sealy snout behind the goblet, losing more and more of her feminine form as she pushed it to the mirror—then, surprisingly, into it.
Sammy looked at the goblet, then back to Alice as the girl's breasts receded into her chest. She let out a reluctant bark to which Sammy shook her head vehemently, clearly reluctant to drink of the potion.
“Prrrort ark! Please!” Alice whimpered, placing her fins desperately against the mirror. She left a kiss against the glass with her snout, a sigh of relief rocking her tubby frame as Sammy reluctantly dipped her head to the goblet.
The almost complete seal slurped hurriedly at its contents, her body beginning to return back to human the more she drank. Fins became fingers, and the beautiful girl gripped the cup in her hands to finish it, tossing the golden goblet aside.
“Alice, no!” Sammy gasped, watching her girlfriend sadly. “Why would you do that, you idiot?”
“Lrrrove yooorrrr.” Alice grunted through her muzzle. “Prrrloorsss. Rememborr. Remooor. Rrrort!” Her speech finally left her, the sealy girl shivering as her eyes began to cloud over, the last of her blubber coming into her pinniped's body.
“I won't. I won't, I promise.” Sammy cried, pressing her own lips against the mirror. Her palm lay flat against the glass as the last of Alice's mind dissipated, the full seal shaking out her head as she looked at the human across from her.
“Ort ort ark!” Were Alice the seal's first words, the animal rolling onto its back and clapping its fins together over and over again. She showed off her tubby belly shamelessly, no doubt hoping to get some sort of reward. When none came, she huffed, turning from the reflection of her lover and pandering to the cheering audience instead.
Tiffany trembled in terror, her mind finally processing everything she'd just seen. This really was a test of whether or not you were loyal to the chapter! Her heart hammered as she looked back to the goblet in front of her, and the girl ran her thicker tongue along her teeth.
Sure enough, all of her pearly whites felt larger and blockier, their color now yellowed. She had buck teeth now, perfect for her growing muzzle, and the girl could feel an itching along the back of her neck as she grew a mane.
This was it. This was really it. Her final test... She loved her brother, but she knew that her humanity was on the line. And her humanity was worth more to her than anything.
Timothy must have seen it in her eyes, because he began to bray louder and louder, turning around to kick at the mirror as a tail sprouted from his rump. “HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW!”
Tiffany felt a part of her mind wish that she could join him, wish that she could bray and kick just like an animal too. She shook it off, realizing that this was her new animal mind; that this was something unclean she was absolutely not to follow.
Hurriedly, before she lost herself any more, the girl dipped her large donkey tongue into the chalice, slurping at its contents.
A merciful wave of cool change broke along her hairy body, and Tiffany sighed with relief as she could feel dexterity return to her fingers once more. She hurriedly gripped it with both hands, chugging the contents as fast as she could, loving the feeling of her body returning to a gorgeous feminine figure.
In front of her, her brother screamed in anger, tears falling from his eyes as they slid to either side of his head, darkening in instants. His neck stretched out and his arms and legs thinned to the limbs of an ass, leaving him as a perfect jackass in the mirror.
Tiffany felt bad, but at least he wouldn't remember her betrayal. He was gone now, in mind and body. Tiffany whispered silently. “I'm sorry.” Then she finished off the goblet, casting it aside.
As it fell to the ground, her clothes magically appeared on her, and the girl grinned with triumph at the squawking seal. “Yeah, that's right bitch! I chose well, and you didn't!” Tiffany jeered, waiting for the crowd to join in.
But to her surprise, the room was silent, all save the barking seal and the haww-ing jackass's reflection.
“W-what? Guys, she lost!” Tiffany pointed at the seal. “She's just a dumb animal, and I'm one of you! Why don't you—”
A tremendous shattering cut the blond off, and she looked back to the mirrors to find them crumbling into dust. The goblets were disintegrating as well, swirling into a golden glitter that mingled with the silver of the mirrors.
The dust flashed, combusting into bright light, and it circled into a pentagram, each tip blazing with flame. The pentagram flared, then shrank down.
Tiffany turned to ask what was going on, only to find Sandra and every other sister holding their right hands up, similar pentagrams appearing on their palms.
“And so we welcome our newest sister to the fold.” Sandra spoke loudly and calmly, her tattoo burning brightest.
Tiffany's heart hammered with, and she raised her own hand, turning back to the light. It flickered and began to move, and her heart leaped with joy. This was it! This was the moment she'd fought for, had sacrificed for!
Then the pentagram began to move towards the confused seal on the ground, much to Tiffany's horror. No, this wasn't possible, this wasn't fair! She had chosen the sisterhood over all else!
The pentagram flared, emblazoning itself on the back of the seal's right fin, seeming to painlessly burn its way through. White flame engulfed the seal, building and building until a bright flash filled the air, and Tiffany had to squeeze her eyes shut.
When she opened them again, stars filled her vision, and the confused seal was now a confused girl who was beginning to smile with relief. The last of the dying flames coalesced into a sexy gothic dress and a silver ring which appeared on her extended right hand.
“Give congratulations to Alice, the worthiest pledge!” Sandra bellowed, her announcement greeted by peals of raucous applause.
Cheers and roars filled the air, the sisters and their pets applauding loudly as a mad chant began to fill the air.
“Alice! Alice! Alice!”
Tiffany looked down to herself, then up to Alice. Then she spun to Sandra indignantly. “But I chose you, over all else! I would give anything to—”
“Stop.” Sandra spoke gently, but the word fell with the weight of a hammer and the callousness of a gavel. She turned to the microphone, gripping it gently with her left hand.
“Selfishness. That is the root of evil; the sin that almost damned our chapter hundreds of years ago. From the dawn of the new age, we have fought and struggled to weed this sin from our ranks. Sometimes we find ourselves with two new sisters. Sometimes we leave these halls with none. But tonight, we have seen Alice overcome this basic human flaw to save who matters most, as we all have done.
We who stand here, we privileged few. We stand here not for ourselves; but for each other. As sisters, we put aside our own selfishness. We trust; we sacrifice for one another to keep our bond and house strong. This is the final test. And Tiffany has failed, and must pay the price, as so many of our pets have.”
The poodle-girl stirred at her feet, and Sandra scratched her ears gently.
Tiffany's heart hammered as she realized what was to come to her. “N-no. I chose you! Please, you can't be serious!” She whined loudly, her eyes wide as she tried to turn to run. But her body wouldn't move, despite her best efforts.
“Having some trouble there?” Anna jeered from the back of the room. Laughter echoed her remark, cruel as a whip's lash.
Tiffany teared up, realizing that there was no way for her to escape. She was completely and utterly frozen, her only defense being harsh language.
Sandra tapped her foot loudly, the room falling still as she began to speak once again. “And so, tonight we see the truth in our pets. That they are our familiars, bonded for life or until they are released. That they are a reminder of the mistakes that lesser people make, a reminder of the sacrifices we make to achieve new and great heights. The masses are a flock, and it is our duty to lead them. And as such, our new member shall lead her first familiar in change.”
Tiffany whimpered as Alice smirked, the girl strutting up to her. “P-please. Pick someone else. Take Rachel, or Vanessa as your familiar. Take anyone but me, please! I don't want to be a dumb animal-girl!”
“Yet you wanted me to be one.” Alice chuckled. “And besides that. This is tradition.” She walked up to center stage, greeted by loud cheers as Sandra stepped back, applauding the girl quietly herself.
“Come on, get the party started!” Anna called, stroking her own pet's cheeks.
“At your own leisure!” Belle added a moment later, hugging hers tightly.
Alice laughed. “Thank you, thank you. I'm not sure if this is tradition or not, but... I wanted to thank you for accepting me as your new member. It's been... It's certainly been an experience. And I will need to get my revenge on you for making me think my Sally was in trouble...”
Polite laughter followed her comment, and she waved down the audience.
“But of all of the memories I'll take with me from the trials, there is one that stands out in particular.” The brunette turned to Tiffany, smiling smugly. “Just hours ago, Tiffany said that she would love to see me spend the rest of my life making a fool of myself.”
Tiffany's heart sank. No. She couldn't mean that. She couldn't be thinking of...
“She'd no doubt love to see me with a stupid look on my face for all of eternity. So now, I think I'll return the favor.” Alice stepped back from the mic, walking seductively behind Tiffany.
Tiffany's heart trembled with dread as Alice's hands trailed along her delicate female form, slowly caressing her body and breasts. One of her hands then dipped beneath her skirt, and Tiffany found herself biting back a moan as Alice worked her finger along Tiffany's clit.
“P-uhh! Please, no...” Tiffany gasped, only to moan seductively as Alice gently slipped a finger into her honey-laden folds. The girl pulled it out a moment later, flicking it off as though it was sopping wet.
The crowd laughed with amusement, and Tiffany whimpered aloud.
“So.” Alice began, rubbing the silver ring on her finger. “Why don't you show everyone what a lewd and mischievous monkey you really are.” The ring began to glow, and Tiffany gasped as her pulse began to quicken, her body feeling flushed.
Much as she didn't want to, Tiffany was horny—supernaturally so! It was like her every breath was getting her hotter and hotter, more and more turned on. She whined loudly, biting her lip as she glared at Alice.
“You... Bitch.” She gasped huskily, hating how good it felt to have Alice look at her so predatorily.
“Now, now. Is that any way to talk to your new master?” Alice cooed, looking at the helpless girl with amusement sparkling in her eyes. “After all, you are a shameless animal now.”
“N-no. No I'm not.” Tiffany gasped again as another wave of pleasure rocked her body.
“Oh? Are you sure?” Alice cooed, her words alluringly soft.
“Y-nnh! Yes! I'm sure!” Tiffany gasped, an overwhelming need to pleasure herself filling her mind.
“Would you take off your clothes in front of all of these people if I asked you to?” Alice purred.
“Nnnh! No!”
“Well then. What if I ordered you to?” Alice grinned, her ring flashing as she spoke.
Tiffany's body moved of its own accord, and she whimpered as she pulled off her shirt, slipping down her skirt a moment later. She kicked off her shoes as her practiced hands unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts to the entire audience.
That left only her panties, a thought that left Tiffany's breath hitching with pleasure. She wanted—no, needed—to pull them off, to be able to stick her fingers in herself. But... But she wasn't an animal; she couldn't!
Nonetheless, her hands roamed southward.
Tiffany whined, a titanic wave of effort filling her mind as she gripped her panties at the side, not at the front. And with that, she pulled them down, gasping with sensation as the cool air of the room caressed her aching cunt.
“I... I am not an animal. I am a human.” Tiffany said, her tone unwavering as her body locked up once more.
“Oh? But you're naked like an animal.” Alice said smugly, a glimmer in her eyes.
“Because you made me this way.” Tiffany retorted, her own eyes narrowing. “It doesn't count.”
“Well... You might be right.” Alice purred. “But this new nudity of yours allows me to do a good many new things. Things like...” She crept behind her victim, rubbing Tiffany's bare shoulders.
Tiffany gasped at the sensation, a mad pleasure running through her body. It felt good to be touched; so good! And... Itchy? The girl whimpered as fur started to poke its way from her shoulders, as though it was coaxed out by Alice's touch.
“W-what are you doing?” Tiffany murmured, still paralyzed helplessly as Alice lifted her right arm, then her left.
“I'm making you a monkey, silly.” Alice cooed, stroking the girl's arms up and down. With each pass of her fingers, the girl's skin tanned more and more, darkening from its creamy white to a golden brown.
“I'm not a monkey.” Tiffany protested, biting back praise as to how good it felt to be pet like this.
“Not yet.” Alice returned, her hands now gripping Tiffany's arms, clasping them tightly as she ran her fingers down from Tiffany's shoulders to her wrists.
As the brunette's fingers moved, long and brown furs sprouted from Tiffany's skin, each strand itching uncomfortably as it poked out of her body; even though they looked so soft.
“Are you as dumb as an ape? I'm blond; that fur doesn't match.” Tiffany laughed, trying to find some way to cut Alice down. But to her distress, Alice only smiled in response.
“Doesn't it?” She moved her hands up, running them along Tiffany's scalp. As she did, Tiffany whimpered, feeling her hair transform. She could see the locks of hair in her peripheral vision darkening, turning the same brown as her fur.
Then Alice pressed her thumbs against Tiffany's eyebrows, swiping across their length deftly. As she did, that same odd tingling announced the darkening of follicles, and Tiffany gasped at the uncomfortable sensation.
“Please stop this.” Tiffany tried, unable to think of anything else to say. Her hair, which she had always been so proud of, was now a rich brown. Under other circumstances, she'd say it looked beautiful, but this setting made it nightmarish.
“Like you stopped your brother's changes?” Alice purred. “You deserve this.” She ran her digits along Tiffany's underarms, and Tiffany gasped at the itchy sensation of fur sprouting. But this was so itchy; too itchy! She needed to scratch there; needed to itch!
Tiffany whined aloud, her eyes crinkling with distaste at how much she wanted to itch herself. Those were monkey thoughts; she couldn't and wouldn't think monkey thoughts!
“What's the matter girl?” Alice smirked. “Don't you want to itch at your bushy armpits, just like a monkey?”
“Nnnnh.” Tiffany moaned, biting her lip to keep her centered. “No.” She said, even as her mind screamed yes. She had to stay in control, no matter how much she wanted to itch at herself.
“Oh? Well... How about your ass?” Alice circled her long nails along Tiffany's supple cheeks, causing them to darken and sprout a thin coat of brown fur, just like the hairs on the helpless girl's arms.
“I... I want...” Tiffany swallowed hard. “I want you to stop.”
“Oh?” Alice cooed. Then she scratched Tiffany's pert bum.
It was like an explosion of bliss; the feeling of having sated an urge that had so long been denied. Tiffany gasped, groaning with the pleasure of having her ass itched like this; of having herself be scratched.
But just as abruptly as she'd started, Alice pulled her fingers back. It left a void, an aching in Tiffany's heart that wouldn't go away.
“No!” Tiffany whimpered.
“No? But you asked me to stop.” Alice mock-pouted. “Or is it because you wanted to scratch yourself. After all, your fingers know your body better than mine do.”
Tiffany paused, mulling it over. Alice was right there, it would feel a lot better if Tiffany were to itch herself. Well, she could maybe just scratch herself a little... Nobody would judge her for just a brief lapse.
“Doo-oo it. Let me.” Tiffany relented, not noticing the hitch in her voice.
“Hold on.” Alice said, grabbing Tiffany's hands with her own. She trailed small circles along the backs of the girl's hands, darkening the skin and letting her nails grow longer.
Tiffany whimpered with appreciation. Those nails looked like they could sate any itch of hers. She smiled dopily, looking up at Alice with thanks.
“Now you may itch yourself, just like the monkey you are.” Alice released her hold on Tiffany once more, and the girl promptly began running her new sharp nails all along her butt; along her armpits.
Tiffany moaned loudly, her breath beginning to come in short and quick pants. “Uh-uh-uh!” She moaned, scratching at herself more and more. It felt so good, sweet relief like a comfy chair at the end of a hard day's work! It was perfect, getting all of the tension out of the girl's body.
“You like that, Tiffany? You like acting like a monkey?” Alice purred into the girl's ears, petting them with her fingers and rounding them out to jug ears.
Tiffany groaned as her ears reshaped, smiling happily as they pulled outwards at the sides of her head. “Uh-uh-aaa-aaa-aa!” She hooted, nodding feverishly.
“Even though acting like a monkey makes you think like a monkey?” Alice purred, her words sinking into Tiffany's heart like a dagger.
“Wuh-what?” Tiffany stopped, her body freezing. She shook her head 'no', trying to restore some balance to her addled thoughts. “No, I'm... I'm not a monkey!”
“Aren't you?”
“I'm not! I'm naah-aah-aaht!” Tiffany hooted, her heart hammering with dread. What had she done? Had that lapse really cost her so much? Had she really started to think like an animal?
“You know what?” Alice paused. “You're right, you are a human. I think I'd like to see you put some clothes on. You'd like that too, wouldn't you?” Alice offered, a sudden light of mercy shining onto Tiffany.
“I wuh-would?” Tiffany blinked, shaking her head. She felt control over her body return to her, and the girl clenched her fists to center herself. “I would. Humans wear clothes. I am a human. I should wear clothes.”
“Yes, you should.” Alice said softly, watching as Tiffany clasped her bra on once more, pulling on her shirt and slipping up her panties and shorts.
Tiffany smiled at Alice gratefully, even though there was something niggling at the back of her mind. Why would Alice be so nice to her, all of a sudden? Had the girl relented?
“Your clothes look so good on you, don't they?” Alice purred.
Tiffany nodded happily. She was a girl! A human girl! Girls wore clothes like this, it was only second nature for them, like itching was for a monkey!
“But... They don't feel right, do they?”
Alice's next words halted Tiffany in her tracks, mostly because the girl was right. Her fur made her clothes feel pokey, like they were overly starched and ill-fitting. Even her panties made her butt itch, the soft fur there at odds with her cotton.
“N-no.” Tiffany denied feverishly, shaking her head. Even though they felt wrong, she needed to remain in control. She was a girl. Girls wore clothes. Uncomfy clothes, maybe. But clothes, nonetheless.
“Are you sure? Your shirt doesn't make your shoulders itch? Your panties don't make your ass itch? Your bra doesn't make your breasts itch?” Alice cooed.
“No!” Tiffany pouted. Her breasts were just fine, which made the rest of her feel just fine too.
Alice slid behind Tiffany once more, her hands wrapping gently around the girl's bosom. “How about now?”
Pleasure beyond pleasure filled Tiffany's body. Her back itched as Alice pressed herself against her, but that was nothing compared to the insane combination of itchiness and satisfaction she felt from having Alice grope her breasts!
Tiffany gasped aloud, getting hot again as Alice massaged her chest. More than that, she was getting wet; starting to drip into her panties! Tiffany whined, gasping again in pleasure as Alice expanded the girl's breasts.
Tiffany moaned, feeling her chest swell out; her bosom getting heavier. It was like her breasts were becoming fuller yet more pert, her nipples increasing in sensitivity. And worst of all, there came that maddening itch between them, cleavage fur coming in.
The itchiness reminded Tiffany of the itchiness of the rest of her body, and she whined.
“Something wrong, my little monkey?” Alice breathed into Tiffany's monkey ear, releasing her hold on the girl's breasts.
“Nnh! Not a monkey.” Tiffany gasped, trying to think on anything, anything but the itchy scratchy itchy itchy itchy! She was itchy, she needed to itch!
“Of course you aren't.” Alice agreed, and Tiffany nodded. “But is something wrong?”
“I'm itchy. Let me itch.” Tiffany said. Then she blinked, pursing her lips. “But with clothes on.”
“That's awfully demanding, isn't it?” Alice chuckled, taking a step away from Tiffany.
“N-no! Please! Please let me itch!” Tiffany begged, her body burning with need.
“But Tiffany... If you itch, you'll become more of a monkey. And you don't want that, do you?”
Tiffany shook her head. She was so confused. She was so itchy. She was so itchyconfused. But above all, she didn't want to become a monkey.
“You want me to itch for you?”
Tiffany's eyes lit up and she nodded. “Oh yes! Please! As one human girl to another human girl! Scratch me! I'm itching so much, and I need you to scratch me.”
“Of course.” Alice purred. Then she dipped her hand beneath Tiffany's skirt, rubbing at the girl's pussy. “You mean here?”
Tiffany's world exploded with pleasure, and her mouth fell slack as she experienced the greatest sensation she'd ever felt in her life. Her pussy was feeling so good, so satisfied; she'd never felt this way before!
The changing girl moaned loudly, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as her privates transformed to become more primate-like. Her folds swelled, dripping as a maddening heat came over them. Her clit ached with want, desirous to feel the touch of a woman. And her pussy as a whole slid back towards her rear, in a perfect position to be mated with.
“You look so sexy like this, my drooling, slutty monkey.” Alice moaned, running her hands along Tiffany's cheeks, causing more and more fur to sprout along her jawline.
“Nnnh! Naaa-aaa-aaaht! Monkey!” Tiffany squealed.
“Oops!” Alice gasped coquettishly. “I'm sorry. You look so sexy like this, my drooling, slutty, girl.” She kissed Tiffany on the lips, filling Tiffany's world with more pleasure, her face tanning and her lips darkening with the touch.
As Alice pulled away, Tiffany's lips swelled as well; her canines extending slightly to lend her a more feral appearance.
Tiffany moaned, loving being kissed by this girl, by her tormentor. Maybe Alice was right. Maybe she really was slutty. “Aaa-aahm slutty.” Tiffany breathed, her cheeks burning with the admission.
“Oh, you are?” Alice chuckled.
“Nnnhhyesss.” Tiffany moaned. Her clothes started to itch again, and she moaned as her body yearned to be free of them. But she was a girl, and girls wear clothes.
“You know, girls might wear clothes... But if you're a slutty girl, you can take them off, as long as you do it sexily.”
Tiffany's eyes widened as motion returned to herself, and she placed a grateful kiss on Alice's cheek. Then the monkey-to-be slowly gripped her top, pulling it off gently to reveal her bare midriff.
As she did, Alice ran her fingers along Tiffany's tummy, cloaking it with soft brown fur. She was so smart! This way, Tiffany could stay warm without clothes! Tiffany smiled happily, tossing her shirt aside.
Tiffany then leaned forward, giving the audience a full view of her cleavage as she unclasped her bra, tugging it off gently. She smirked as some of the pets seemed to salivate, and without thinking about the action, the girl tossed them into the crowd, laughing as the dumb animals fought over her discarded undergarments.
“Stop.” Alice commanded, and Tiffany froze. What did Alice want?
“Why don't you lift your skirt in a silly manner? I'm sure that would get all of those pets all riled up, wouldn't you?”
Tiffany blinked happily. “Aaah! Aaah aah aaahf course!” She smiled. Alice really was devilish sometimes; she was so glad they were best friends! The girl lifted her skirt naughtily, her playful side getting the best of her.
Alice moved behind her, laughing as some of the pets loudly cheered on Tiffany in their own language. “Hear that, Tiffany? They like it. But I think they'd like it more if they could relate to you, if you had a tail to match theirs. Don't you want a tail?”
Tiffany nodded slowly, an idea coming into her head. “AAAH! And make me furr-EEE! Like them!” She was so excited she hooted with gleeful anticipation. That would really get those pets turned on!
Alice laughed back. “As you wish. Turn around, so they can see your monkey butt.”
“Girl butt.” Tiffany corrected. Honestly, Alice could be so dumb sometimes.
“No, monkey butt. A monkey butt will really turn them on, don't you think?”
“Oh!” Tiffany smiled. “Yes!” Honestly, she could be so dumb sometimes! To think she thought Alice was dumb! The girl pirouetted, her skirt still lifted as she pulled down her panties, exposing her furry ass and her dripping monkey pussy.
As she did, Alice stroked the girl's tailbone, lengthening it with each gentle play of her fingers. It clicked quietly as new joints came in, and Tiffany moaned with lust, her addled mind completely loving these changes.
It was so sexy to grow a tail; she was so sexy to grow a tail! She moaned happily as her growing appendage tore through her skirt, flicking left and right and curling with enjoyment. It was articulated, too! She had a fully articulate... Art... Movey monkey tail!
“You like that? Look at how turned on they are! Doesn't that make you more horny, more playful?” Alice breathed encouragingly.
Tiffany nodded. “Ooo-ooo!” She cooed happily, slapping her taut ass.
“Don't you just want to pull off your skirt and prance around on all fours?”
Tiffany paused. That was... It was... Did girls do that? Maybe... Slutty girls probably did, though. Especially when it came to making her look even more horny and playful!
Tiffany fell onto her knuckles, running around the stage happily. She hooted for the crowd's benefit, then returned to Alice with pride, not even bothering to stand up again.
“You're such a good monkey, aren't you? Such a horny and playful monkey?” Alice cooed, petting Tiffany's head.
Tiffany blinked, realizing that this was wrong. “Nnnnaaah! Naaah! AAAH AAH!” She panicked, realizing that she'd lost her voice. The girl's heart pounded a she struggled to retain her sense of self. “I am Tiffany and I am a human girl! I am a human girl! Not a monkey!”
Alice laughed. “But you just ran like a monkey!”
“Not a monkey!” Tiffany challenged.
“But you just hooted like a monkey!”
“Because I'm a horny, playful girl!” Tiffany retorted, small tears forming in her eyes. Why was Alice being so mean? Weren't they best friends?
“Only monkeys are that horny and playful!”
“Nnnh! No!” Tiffany whimpered, curling into a ball. Or rather, she tried to, but her body locked up again. Alice was... Alice wasn't her best friend! Shew as her... Her rival! Tiffany wanted to be an owner, not a pet! She rushed for this sorority and—
Alice hugged the girl tightly. “It's okay, it's okay. I know you're not a monkey. I'm your best friend, right?”
Tiffany blinked in confusion. But Alice was her rival! It didn't make sense! Unless... Unless rival also meant best friend! Yes, that had to be it! She was so smart! Human smart, not monkey dumb!
Alice stroked Tiffany's chest gently, making the girl moan out in pleasure. “But you want to be more than friends, don't you?”
Tiffany's heart pounded. How did Alice know about that? They were best friends, but Tiffany had tried to hide it so much! She nodded guiltily, melting back into Alice's arms.
“You want this.” Alice breathed, cupping Tiffany's hand in her own, moving it towards the simian girl's sex.
“Yes!” Tiffany gasped, feeling her changed hand against her changed pussy. It was good; too good!
“You want to be my pet, the next level of our relationship. You want to be my pet.” Alice repeated herself, the words cementing themselves into Tiffany's brain.
Tiffany nodded dumbly, her heart racing. “Yes! Please!” Her fingers strained, but she couldn't reach her hot pussy! It was so close, but so far; she needed it!
“You want to be my monkey.”
The words were as damning as they were true. “Nnnhhyes! Yes!” Tiffany's fingers trembled at the edges of her pussy. She was so close! So close! She'd give anything to finger herself!
“Say it.”
“I'm a silly monkey! I'm a fuckmonkey! Pet! Monkey! Silly monkey! Your silly monkey! Please! Pl-EEE-EEE-EEE!” Tiffany howled with lust, her mind collapsing under the burden of ecstasy.
“Then be my silly monkey.” Alice breathed, letting go of Tiffany and releasing her hold on the girl.
It was like she'd fired the gunshot to open a race, and Tiffany's fingers were the runners. The monkey-girl dug her fingers into her pussy, hollering with sheer pleasure as she shamelessly began fingering herself.
So what if people saw? People saw monkeys do this all of the time! And Tiffany was a monkey! She hooted happily, tearing off her clothes with her free hand, then grabbing her breasts with it.
“Tell me how you feel.”
“FEEE-EEE-EEE good!” Tiffany screeched, the sensations like nothing she'd felt as a human. It felt so good to touch herself; to run her fingers along her body! This was pleasure above the word; more amazing than anything she'd ever felt before!
Tiffany dug her hand in deeper, her eyes widening with shock at how far she could reach her monkey fingers. It was incredible; how could she ever resist this? She looked up to Alice thankfully, smiling at her friend—her owner.
“Oh, but the best is yet to come.” Alice purred. “On your back. Feet in the air.”
Tiffany obeyed instinctively, hollering as her fingers dug even deeper inside of her. Her tail thrashed wildly about, and the girl felt the most incredible orgasm of her life wash over her; her feet kicking in the air.
She obeyed owner, and good pets who obey their owners get to cum! Tiffany hollered happily, still fingering herself. She wanted more; another!
Alice grabbed the girl's feet with her hands, rubbing her thumbs into the other girl's heels. As she did, Tiffany's feet slowly began to crack out, flattening and reshaping.
It all felt so good, to become a pet; to become a monkey! Tiffany hooted happily, letting her free hand explore herself, feeling how soft and furry she was; how perfect her breasts and ass were. She came again, a sudden desire for bananas entering her brain.
Then her big toes popped and cracked, becoming thumbs for her new foot-hands. Tiffany howled once more, pleasure filling her mind as her toes lengthened to form new fingers; her feet pulling back to look more like her palms.
“Ta-da! Hands free fingering.” Alice grinned.
Tiffany looked up at her master, a brilliant idea coming into her dwindling mind. “WAA-AAA-Aatch!” She hollered, her last human word.
Tiffany grabbed her tail with both of her monkey feet; then she shoved it into her needy hole, groaning with pleasure. “AAA-AAA-AAA!”
Her hands free, the monkey-girl started to pet herself all over, pretending her hands were Alice's; that her owner was putting her in her place. She loved being a good pet like this; she needed to be a good pet like this!
The crowd cheered and Tiffany hooted back at them. There were so many pets like her! She needed to cum for them, needed to... To...
Tiffany brought all four of her hands by her cunt, using them to tease her clit and folds as her tail pumped relentlessly into her sex. She trembled, then came loudly with an ear-shattering hoot.
Her wet fluids soaked her fingers; her tail, and Tiffany sucked them clean one by one, clearing off the remains of her last wet orgasm. She was a monkey! She was a good girl! She was a good monkey!
Alice pulled out a collar as Tiffany sucked on her tail, clipping it around her pet's neck and marking Tiffany forever as hers.
“Good girl.” Alice purred throatily.
Tiffany looked up, her tail still in her mouth. It fell free with a wet popping sound, and the girl smiled earnestly up at her master. “OOO-OOO-OOO!” She hollered back, her own way of thanks.
To Tiffany, it was the most eloquent thing she'd ever said in her entire life, and the girl curled up around her tail happily, suckling on its tip and moaning with contented pleasure. She was a shameless, slutty, horny monkey and she loved it more than anything else. She was so glad she'd pledged herself to be a pet.