The necromancer ducked down an alleyway, a glare hardening on her face. Of course the meathead would put a tail on her…

Liliana Vess, one of the most powerful dark mages in the multiverse, conjured up a death spell in one hand. And paused.

The tail had followed her into the alleyway... then had stopped moving entirely. It was as though they were frozen in time, a blank look on the soldier’s face. For a moment, she considered killing him. Then a voice called to her.

“Miss Vess, I presume. You’re welcome for my assistance here… I doubt lord Jura would approve of you murdering one of his men.”

She turned, intrigued. Standing before her was an unassuming man, only memorable for the very fact that he was so unmemorable. She arched an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“The man who’s going to give you what you want.”

Her eyebrow arched even further. “And just what might that be?” she asked. There were a great many things she wanted, after all.

“Chandra Nalaar.”

Her look of intrigue was quickly replaced by a scowl, and she coalesced her magic about herself once more. “Sorry. Not interested. Clearly you don’t know me very well, but I’ve realized how woefully insipid her company is.”

If he noticed her building magic, he didn’t show it. “Oh, I don’t mean as a person. You want someone malleable, not someone to associate with. I mean as a pet. ”

Liliana tilted her head. “Hmm.” The magic coalescing around her dissipated, and she crossed her arms. “Alright, darling. You've intrigued me.”

The next day, Chandra Nalaar walked down the street with the woman she considered a friend at times and a… well... to be honest, she didn’t know what she thought of Liliana. The necromancer was attractive, confident, poised… (was poised the right word? It felt like it.) But at the same time Liliana could be cutting, condescending, or even outright cruel when she wanted to be. Chandra didn't mind Liliana's dark humour as much as some of their companions seemed to—Liliana knew just how to get under Jace's skin, for example—but there were moments when she wondered if Liliana cared at all about Chandra or the others. She was just such an enigma.

And today was no different.

“So… What’s so important that you had to speak away from Jace’s sanctum?” Chandra asked her companion, trying to hide her curiosity.

Not that Chandra minded an excuse to leave headquarters. In truth, she’d rather spend some time away from Nissa, especially after… well, after what had turned a friend into an ‘it’s complicated’. But she didn’t want Liliana to know that, both for the fact that it would require a lot of explanation… and for the fact that plain and simple, she didn’t want her companion to think less of her. Chandra Nalaar, the planeswalker who took down two Eldrazi titans and overthrew a corrupt consulate, unable to talk to a pretty elf without becoming a stuttering wreck? She scoffed internally. She didn't need to be a telepath like Jace to know what Liliana would think of that.

“Well, it’s more of something I’d like to practice with you…” Liliana chewed at her lip nervously, and Chandra felt herself flush a crimson that matched her hair. It was the first time she’d seen the necromancer at a loss, and it was honestly refreshing. There were times when she thought nothing could break Liliana’s elegance, and yet…

“Oh?” Chandra’s eyes sparkled, and she flinched as she realized that she had put a little too much interest into that remark. She coughed, cursing internally. Of course she’d have to spaz out…

To her surprise, instead of chiding her for her eagerness, Liliana laughed. “Yes… It’s a kind of massage. I was thinking of practicing it on you, before I try it for real on…” Liliana hesitated for a moment, which only increased Chandra's curiosity. “Well, it’d be embarrassing to say.” The woman led the two of them into a private room of a small, remote building just off of one of the more quieter side streets.

“It's Gids! Right? I’ve seen the way you look at him.” Chandra exclaimed.

Judging from the flurry of emotions that crossed Liliana’s face, Chandra was sure that she’d hit the mark. After all, only love could cause such a reaction. Chandra beamed, both proud of herself and excited at the prospect of a potential relationship brewing between Gideon and the necromancer. Sure, there was a time, when Chandra and Gideon had first met back on Kephalai, when Chandra had thought that there was maybe something between the two of them. But that was so long ago, and Chandra had her own romance problems to worry about. She was genuinely happy for the two of them, and wanted to help however she could. Her thoughts confirmed, she nodded eagerly. “Well, then I’m your girl.” Her grin widened and she put her hands on her hips. “Even though I’m not as muscle-y, I could use a de-stresser.”

Liliana took a moment to catch her breath--love really was adorable--then nodded. “Yes. That.” She waved a hand, and candles flickered to life about the room.

“And here I thought I was the... the pyromancer…” Chandra began, only to pause as a faint song began to flow through the room. “Ooh.”

She swayed unsteadily on her feet, the beat resonating with her mind. “What... what song is that?” she asked dreamily. “'snice...” There was something familiar and reassuring about that melody, like a childhood song her mother would sing to her mixed with the rhythmic hymns her fellow acolytes would sing on Regatha, all rolled up into one beautiful aria. The world began to blur, and she barely noticed as Liliana stepped forward.

“A little medley to help you relax, darling,” Liliana replied, suddenly very close. Chandra said nothing, continued to sway as Liliana reached towards her. Thin, dextrous fingers worked the bindings on Chandra's clanking armour, pulled against the straps of her soot-stained goggles, undid the laces of Chandra's blouse. Liliana pulled the pyromancer's clothing free, revealing pale white skin dotted with freckles. Still Chandra didn't speak as the melody coiled around her like a hazy strip of smoke.

“There,” Liliana said, stepping back for a moment to admire Chandra's naked body. “Doesn't it feel better to get out of that armour?” Chandra just nodded, a distant smile on her face.

“Good girl, now just relax…” Liliana purred as she leaned her companion back against a comfy bed, stroking her hands along Chandra’s arms.

Something began to seep into her body, a relaxation that the woman couldn’t fight. Her eyelids drooped as Liliana’s silky touches sent her into a lull, and she felt her heart begin to the beat of that slow music.

It was… nice. There was no other word for it, or if there was, Chandra didn't care. She hadn’t relaxed in what felt like years, and this was certainly relaxing. She rolled over and cooed as Liliana rubbed her shoulders, the woman’s touch pulling them in ways that she hadn’t thought possible.

It was like she was being molded like clay, every stroke of Liliana’s fingers eliciting a new wave of comfort and bliss. “Ohhh, Gid’s gonna love this…” she muttered, eyelids fluttering closed. “Seriously, Lili, I... ohhh... I don't know why you ever became a necromancer. Ahhh, that's nice. You should have... mmm... should've been a masseuse...”

“Ssh.” Was the woman’s reply from above, and she kneaded at Chandra’s hands.

The redhead loved this in particular. Her hands were rough, but Liliana’s touch made them feel soft, almost plush. It made her feel like she could just let her fingers sink away; that she didn’t need them to be dexterous in the slightest. Not when she had Liliana with her. Liliana's fingers were all she needed...

She heard a small, sharp laugh from above her. “Mmmwhatisit?” she asked Liliana dreamily. “Whassofunny?”

The laughter stopped for a moment, and Liliana's reply came, quick and reassuring. “Oh, nothing, nothing. I'm just... I'm just happy to see that the massage is working.”

Then Liliana moved onto her legs, and the pleasure increased tenfold. Chandra actually kicked her right leg feebly at Liliana’s caress, all thought draining from her mind. It was so nice to… to... it was just nice. She didn’t have any other words for the pleasure of being touched from her thighs to her feet.

“Mnnnn…” She murmured, unable to think of words. A dopey smile flitted across the pyromancer’s face, only for her to pause at a strange itching sensation along her arms and legs. She brought her hands to her wrists, but they felt so clumsy and wrong… “Mmm?”

“Shhh, girl. Just relax.”

Liliana’s voice was strong and commanding, and for a moment Chandra almost obeyed. But one didn’t get a reputation for being impulsive for nothing, and she instead tried to scratch at her wrist a little more, opening her eyes when she met with the same difficulties.

A dog’s foreleg was clear in her vision, with another attempting to paw at it. The fur was black as charcoal, and its nails were rough claws. For another hazy moment, Chandra mused on this before trying to move her arms. The dog’s arms moved at her thoughts, so she tried again. And again.

By the fourth time, the movement of the dog's forelegs in her vision were frantic, panicked. As if their owner were suddenly coming to the realization that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

“Oh hell.” Liliana said, in time with Chandra’s sudden realization that the arms were her own.

“What the hell!?” Chandra screamed, trying to stand but only succeeding in rolling across the bed. She looked to her treacherous legs and whimpered as she saw they were every bit as changed as her hands. “I’m... I'm some sort of freak!”

As Chandra regarded her changed limbs in horror on the bed, Liliana slowly stood up, straightening her long purple-black dress. “Oh well, I suppose we can't put this off forever, now can we?” She looked down at Chandra and spoke loudly and clearly.

“Sit!”

The command was law, and Chandra immediately sat backwards into a canine stance, her front legs... her arms... stretching straight out before her against the bed. She blinked in confusion at how sudden she’d moved. That wasn’t right… was it? What was going on? She looked up to Liliana desperately, betrayal clear on her face. “How... how could you do this, Lili? What the hell do you think--”

“Quiet.” Liliana said, her words once again forcing Chandra to obey.

It made the pyromancer’s hackles rise, in more ways than one, as she instinctively clamped her mouth shut. She struggled at the invisible chains that had been woven about her mind. She was never the sort of woman to be bound, not now and not ever. Anger and defiance flashed in her eyes as she stared at Liliana, mustering her will against whatever magic Liliana was using. She would not be quiet, damnit! Not now, not ever. Slowly but surely she flexed her jaw, felt her voice building in the back of her throat. Even if she apparently had dog arms and legs, she’d still break… free…

“RAARF! AARRRF ARRF!” Chandra's bark exploded outward in unleashed fury, drool spilling from her mouth. She hadn’t even realized it had pooled up, and she blushed, wiping at it with the back of her front right paw... hand!... her right hand.

Liliana laughed, shaking her head with a smile. “So, you tried to break free, did you girl?” She leaned forward, her hands resting on her knees, and spoke slowly as if speaking to a toddler. “Well, you did a very good job but I’m afraid that it won’t be nearly enough.” The necromancer then straightened and spread her arms wide before bringing them towards Chandra, her brow furrowed as she worked out a series of complex hand gestures.

Chandra had no idea what Liliana was up to, but she knew that it was bad news. Desperately, she tried to get her clumsy limbs to work, only to trip and fall on her breasts. “Urf!” she yelped with dismay, flinching mentally at how canine the sound was. More drool dripped past her lips as she looked up to Liliana helplessly, watching as the woman completed her spell.

It washed over Chandra like a damnably pleasurable wave of bliss, eroding her resistance in seconds. Chandra's eyes widened in shock and her whining died in her throat, replaced by a soft, bestial moan. It would be so easy to succumb to the bliss, to become a pet… even though she was part of the Gatewatch, all she’d ever wanted was to be taken care of, to lie on all fours and eat from a bowl and… No! NO!

Chandra growled loudly, barking her rage as her pyromancer's flames roared to life around her. “Lrrliannarr! Stawwrrrp!” she managed, cringing at how changed her voice sounded. Yet, changed as she was, it seemed she could still summon the energy needed to set a blaze about the room, flaring the candles to life. The fire burned around her fiercely, and she used it to fuel her determination, glaring at Liliana through the surrounding flames. Though speech was difficult, she didn't need to say another word for her meaning to be crystal clear: change me back, or you'll burn.

Liliana didn’t so much as sweat. Instead she grinned victoriously. “Now, my pet… You know what to do.”

“Wharrt’re yooo…” Chandra paused, still slobbering as she noticed the fire was no longer under her control. Her eyes widened in panic; then the flames coursed around her body.

Chandra was used to being wreathed in fire, but this was different than anything she had ever felt before. Rather than burning her, the flames worked to reshape her as surely as Liliana’s touch had.

“Urrrrurrr!” She twitched and spasmed as the flames enveloped her. Her lithe feminine figure grew to a bulky canine one; breasts becoming small buds that were soon accompanied by new teats. This was wrong. All wrong so wrong what was happening to her? Her posture changed further, forcing her head to look ahead at a distinctly canine angle. Panic flitted across her eyes and her breathing took on a sharp, frantic rhythm. “Hurrr... hurrr... hurrrr...”

Worse of all, she could feel the heat affecting her mind, engulfing her thoughts the same way the flames engulfed her body, twisting it into something so so wrong all wrong. “Hurrrr... hurrrr.... hurrrrr...” She was so hot she was sweatpanting-panting, yes because that’s what a good pet would do and she was no wasn’t a pet!!!

Desperately, Chandra tried to clear her head, tongue lengthening as it slipped from her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head from side to side, feeling her body shake back and forth like a good dog drying off after no, nothing in her mind worked right she wanted heat flame obey mistress to stop the changes force more obey mistress mistress mistress. Liliana.

Liliana. She did this.

Chandra found a focal point, growling as her teeth sharpened to fangs. She rose to all fours once more as a short tail sprouted from her spine, and the embers of flame glowed across her body like a latticework of lava. Liliana had done this to her, and she’d make the woman pay. Without realizing it, her lips curled into a snarl and a deadly growl built up in the back of her throat.

“Thinking of turning on your mistress?” Liliana’s voice came like the crack of a whip, and Chandra instinctively lowered her ears, her growls dissolving into whimpers.

“Nrroo…” She lied, unable to look Liliana in the face. Why did she feel so ashamed? She should be angry, but all she could think about was how angry her mistress was at her and how she needed to be a good girl a good bitch…

“It’s fine… I know you didn’t mean it like that.” The necromancer’s words now came as a silken coo, and Chandra looked up with rekindled hope. “After all, it’s a pet’s job to pleasure her mistress, isn’t it?”

Of… Of course! Chandra hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then nodded, her flopping tongue dripping hot drool onto the carpet. It was so obvious once her mistress said it; she didn’t want to turn on Liliana, she wanted to turn the woman on! Obediently, the redhead padded towards Liliana, her body fully canine save a rapidly devolving head that was grinning with stupid reverence.

“Good little bitch.” Liliana purred, spreading her legs. A powerful scent entered Chandra’s head, one that spoke to her of pleasure and subservience alike.

“Lrrrlrrnaa…” Chandra tried to say. But words weren’t needed, not anymore. She knew what she had to do, and she wanted to do it more than anything in her life.

The hellhound hellblazer shoved her tongue hard against Liliana’s vagina, tasting its dripping passion and whimpering with delight at the flavor. She was doing this! She’d turned on her mistress so much, and it was her reward to lick at the woman and pleasure her and make her cum!!!

Desperate for more, Chandra slurped hard at her owner's feminine juices. Each lick brought further change to her face; further damnation to her form and mind. Chandra didn’t care. She needed more of this, needed more!!!

Her ears lengthened, flopping over until they shook with each of the hellhound’s ravenous licks. Her drool mingled with the feminine juices gushing from her mistress, pooling beneath the two as testament to just how much of a bitch Chandra had become.

She wiggled her ass, body burning with lust, moaning as Liliana rewarded her with a pet atop her head—only one single pat, but it was enough to send the hound’s burning body into overdrive. Her own canine body gushed with lust and wanting. She slavered uncontrollably, panting hard and exhaling more of her old personality with every breath.

Thoughts of being a revolutionary, gone. Burning titans, erased. Meeting friends… She didn’t need friends, she only needed her mistress. Her life, her existence was for Liliana and Liliana alone. She was a bitch, needed her mistress, revolved around her mistress and nobody else but mistress!

Her face cracked out into a blunt muzzle, nose flattening even as color drained from her world. For a moment, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again they burned golden. The last of her new muscles settled in across her form, and with that all physical traces of Chandra had been replaced with a huge blazing hound.

But Chandra wasn't gone just yet. For a heartbeat she could see herself, not from the perspective of the bitch but from the perspective of the woman she’d been. She tried to will herself to stop, to stop licking, to stop whatever was happening to STOP.

Liliana felt the momentary pause of the rhythmic lapping of the hellhound's tongue against her vagina, heard the bitch's confused and desperate whimpers, but instead of sighing in frustration she allowed herself a grin. She had been warned about this moment, this last point of no return upon which the spell's success would be measured. But she was ready for it.

“Oh, my dear sweet girl,” she said softly, running her hands along Chandra's furry head. “My good, good girl.” As she stroked, she could hear Chandra's whimpers slowly die down, ebbing from distress to merely confusion.

“You're going to be such a fine bitch,” she said, and with that shoved the dog's muzzle even deeper against her sex. Chandra yelped at the movement, but as she did she got such a strong whiff of Liliana's scent, more powerful than she had ever felt before. Instinctively, her tongue lapped out once more at Liliana's vagina, then again, then again, until she was once again focused on pleasing her mistress.

No… Chandra thought desperately, trying to muster some last line of defence, even as her tongue kept slurp slurp slurping away at Liliana's womanhood. She wasn’t a... she wasn't... was bitch… No, Liliana was her mistress not her friend! Or... or was that the other way around? (slurp, slurp, slurp) She didn’t know, words that were once so easy now hard… All Chandra need lick mistress pleasure mistress cum forever good girl cum slave cum good bitch cum

Cum!

Liliana screamed with ecstasy as she met her climax, and Chandra’s new body latched onto the feeling, allowing the hellhound the pleasure of a climax as a reward. She took it greedily, howling into Liliana’s crotch, her dark hound pussy clenching.

She couldn’t remember a time when she’d gushed so much; felt so complete. But then again, she couldn't remember much of anything. In that moment, every iota of the planeswalker she’d been vanished; in its stead replaced with a slobbery, stupid, servile bitch.

Spent, the hound collapsed, panting raggedly. Her mistress spoke to her, but they were words that didn’t demand obedience so the hound didn’t care.

“I said…” Liliana began, trailing off as she realized she might as well be speaking to the air. “Nevermind.” She sighed, a smirk on her face.

The woman lounged back in the rented bed, stroking at her new pet’s fur, hearing the former woman give an animal moan of pleasure at her mistress' touch. Now wasn’t the time for gloating. Rather, it was the time for figuring out where to go from here. After all, the Gatewatch would hardly take well to one of their own becoming an animal…

Her thoughts her diverted by the feeling of her hellhound sleepily lapping her tongue against Liliana's leg. “Good girl...” she cooed. “Good, good girl...” She continued stroking her pet's head until she felt the hellbeast give a long, lazy yawn, and rest her head in Liliana's lap before drifting off to blissful sleep.

She smiled, revelling in her power. Regardless of the outcome, there was one certainty: her new pet was bound to her, forevermore.