Button 19 - Restoration
Darryl knelt next to where Yana had been standing a moment before, and stared down at the spiky black thing on the ground.

“What is that?” whispered Heather’s voice in his head.

“A dildo.  Sort of.  When Yana used the button in anger, this is what came out.”

“Ick.  Looks uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to even touch it.  The only time I ended up like that I was mindless, too.  I still ached for half an hour afterward.”

Heather’s voice was contemplative.  “So it’s actually good that she erased her mind?  Wait, why did she do this to herself, not...”

“Not to us?”  Darryl shrugged, reaching out to touch the spiky thing then wincing and pulling his hand back.  He sucked at the cut on his finger, then sighed.  “Great, I can’t even touch my wife.  Anyway.  I guess she’d already shaped the magic, and when I reminded her of her promise not to change me, it had nowhere else to go.”

“Oh.  On the plus side, she’s not rampaging any more.”

Darryl snorted.  “Yeah.  And on the minus side, you’re stuck as my conscience and the entire staff of KK Studios no longer exists.”

“She’ll change back after a while, right?” asked Heather worriedly.  “You said she didn’t provide magic to extend the spells, kind of like things and such.”

“I...”  Darryl studied the evil black thing in front of him, and frowned.  “The magic feels weird.  Twisted and distorted, feeding back on itself.  It’s almost like it’s feeding on her anger.  It... might fade someday, but I don’t think it’ll be this month.  Or even this year.”

“Great,” muttered Heather’s voice.  “The Dark Side is more powerful, after all.”

Darryl let loose a bark of laughter.  “Given into her anger, she has.  Fucked, all of us are.”

“Stop whining, Yoda,” Heather said firmly.  “There has to be a way to fix this.  We could call your Aunt Bea.”

Darryl slumped down to sit on the floor.  “Except that when I talked to her about Yana last weekend she said she wasn’t nearly as powerful as Yana was.  And then took off on a long camping trip, far away.”

“She bailed on you?” asked Heather incredulously.  “What else did she say?”

“That I had the power to stop Yana.  Well, she agreed when I said it, then reminded me that Yana needed me.”

“Of course she does,” said Heather’s disembodied voice.  “You’re the source of her... magic.  You could have stopped this!” she accused.

“I... wait, how?”  Darryl asked, shaking his head in confusion.

“You don’t have to give her magic.  If you’d cut her off when this started, she’d still be human and we’d still have a job!”

“Sure.  How was I supposed to do that again?” asked Darryl defensively.

“You practiced with her on your Honeymoon, got her to use thinner thread.  And she can’t get the heavy stuff when you’re mindless.”

“Oh.”  Darryl mused on that for a time, then wiggled his fingers, pulling threads of magic from himself experimentally.  “Shit.”

“What?”

“You’re right. I could have stopped this.  I just...”

“Never figured out how to say no to her.  She’s not an easy one to deal with, don’t beat yourself up about that.  This is Yana’s fault, not yours.”

Darryl sighed.  “Thanks.  So.  We know how to stop the next rampage.  How do we fix this one?”   He stood up, and started pacing through the studio.  Past the ashen sculpture of KK, and the still, robotic forms of most of the crew.  At the epicenter was a drooling woman staring blankly ahead, a pumpkin, and a potted plant.  Darryl picked up the latter.  “I can feel the magic binding them.  Feel the flow into it...”

“Can you block the flow?” asked Heather.  “They’d change back eventually.”

“Let’s see.”  Darryl focussed on the plant.  “Yeah, that will work.  But the spell’s decaying so slowly that I’d have to hold her magic back for a week.  Oh!”

“What?”

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it.”

“What?” asked Heather, more insistently.

“I can push magic into spells.  I can also suck it back out.”  Darryl set the plant down, and discharging magic sparkled around it for a moment before it surged upward, becoming human again.  

Nadine stared around in wonder.  “What the hell happened here?”

“Yana went on a rampage.”

“Oh yeah,” said Nadine.  “She got really ticked when Steve asked her to mentally change him into a bimbo.  He was really keen on the idea, wanting to take the whole ‘turned into a girl’ thing to the next level.”

“And Yana’s more than a little twitchy about that.  Best she can manage is a crude magical lobotomy.”

Nadine stared at the drooling woman still standing next to them.  “Is he stuck like this?”

The lobotomized woman sparkled briefly before becoming human and male.  The expansion shredded the robe she was wearing.  Steven stared around, much as Nadine had a moment ago.  “What the fuck was that?”

Darryl sighed.  “What do you remember?”

“Arguing with Yana, then things got kind of... fuzzy.  What did she do to me?”

“Erased most of your brain.  She doesn’t have the kind of control required for limited changes, and really doesn’t like doing it.”

Steve shuddered.  “Duly noted.  What about the rest of them?”

“Yana got cranky,” said Darryl.  “Then KK got in her face.  Everyone suffered for it.  I’m fixing it now.”

Soon the entire cast and crew at KK Studios was human once more, and Darryl repeated his explanation.  Once they’d all headed home, Darryl turned to the statue of KK.  “OK.  Two more to go.”

“Three,” said Heather’s voice.  “I’m surprised you haven’t pulled apart the spell on us.”

Darryl chuckled.  “Aww, I’m kind of getting used to having you around.  Mostly, though, I’d prefer to have Yana do this one.  You’re inside my head, and explosively appearing might prove unhealthy for one or both of us.”

“Ew.  And aww.  I might take you up on staying on as your guest.  Until I need to go back to work, anyway.  Then you can be the voice in my head.”

“It’s a deal.”  Darryl took a deep breath, and a step back from KK, then carefully siphoned off the magic from her spell.  He’d had practice at grounding it, so there were no flashes of discharging energy like the first few spells he’d broken.

KK collapsed to her knees, coughing and shaking.  Darryl rushed to her, “Are you OK?”

KK wheezed a few more times, then nodded.  “I’ll live.  Feel like shit, though.  What the hell happened?”

“You took a swing at my wife, who can shape reality to her whims.  Honestly, feeling like shit is probably a best case scenario.  If you do it again, you’ll end up even worse off.  And I won’t change you back,” Darryl finished hotly.

KK stared at him.  “So you do have a spine.  About fucking time.  Where’s Yana?”

Darryl pointed to the spiny black thing by KK’s feet.  “She managed to do worse to herself.”

KK nudged it with a pointed shoe.  “Normally I’d fire someone for pulling this kind of shit.  But the stuff she can do...  Is this going to happen again?”

“No,” said Darryl firmly.  “I can cut off her magic if she gets going again.  And break her spells.”

“Good.  Do that.”  KK let out a gusty sigh.  “I probably needed that kick in the teeth anyway.  I know better than to...”

“So... we should be here Monday?” asked Darryl tentatively.

“No.”  At Darryl’s disappointed look, KK held up a hand.  “She’s still fired.  If she shows her face around here anytime soon...”  KK shook her head.  “I’m not the only one she hurt.”

“But you said...”

“Putting a godling like her on paperwork is stupid.  She hates that job, and she’s wasted at it.  However, a position as a... consultant, I suppose... might be open in a week or two.  If you can keep her on a short leash.”

Darryl snickered at the mental image.  “I’ll do that.  What about Heather?”

KK raised an eyebrow and looked Darryl over curiously.  “She is part of this, isn’t she...  Where is she?”

“She can hear you, but we’ll need Yana to sort it out.”

“Fine.  She can have however long it takes for you three to figure this out.  Besides, next week’s video...  She doesn’t like the hardcore stuff any more than Yana does, so we tend to go with minimal wardrobe.  Now get that thing out of here.”

Darryl picked up the black, twisted shape of his wife with a couple of clipboards, and carried her out to the car.  The same maneuver got her into the house, where Darryl took a deep breath, then broke the spell on her.

Yana emerged looking just as wild-eyed as she’d been when her magic overtook her.  “No!” she wailed, hands up defensively.  “Wait... what?”  She glared at Darryl, and he could feel her attempt to pull magic from him.  And shut it down.

Yana stared at him wide-eyed.  “What?”

“It’s over.  No more magic until you behave.”

“What?  No no no no no...”  Yana collapsed to her knees, and looked up at Darryl with wet, pleading eyes.  “You can’t do this to me.”

Darryl knelt in front of her and took her hands.  Staring intently into her face he said, “After the shit you just pulled at the studio?  I have to.”

Yana tried to pull away from him, but Darryl didn’t let go.  He felt her try to tug at magic, blocked that as well.  “No.  You have to face what you did.”

“I’m fired, aren’t I?” Yana sniffed.

“Oh hell yes.  What did you do to KK, anyway?  The others recovered just fine when I pulled the magic out of their spells, but KK was messed up pretty bad.”

Yana tugged at her hands again, then looked away.  “Turned her to ash.  I couldn’t burn her to a crisp, it was the next best thing.”

“You tried to kill her?”

“I was furious with her!  She was trying to hit me!”

Darryl shut down another attempt to pull magic.  “No magic until you’ve calmed down.  And you need to learn to deal with attacks without resorting to near-lethal effects.  If you’d thought to turn part of her or her dress into something highly flammable...”

Yana’s eyes went even wider, and this time she did finally break down crying.  “I’m a horrible person.”  Darryl pulled her into his arms, and half-carried her to the couch where he let her cry herself out on his shoulder.

“There, there.  You’re not a horrible person.  Just... impulsive.”

Yana sniffed.  “I’ve been nothing but terrible to you since this,” she wiggled her fingers as if casting a spell, “all went to my head.  Why are you still here?”

“Because I love you.  And I married you.  I don’t make vows lightly.”

“So you’re not going to abandon me?”

“Nope.  I am going to keep you on a short leash, though.”  Darryl snickered.  “I bet Heather knows where I can get a real one.  You could dispel a magic-made one.”

Yana bit her lip.  “You’re so mean.”

Darryl could feel the way Yana was wriggling against his side.  “Then why are you getting turned on?”

Yana gasped and pulled back from him, covering her pointy nipples with crossed arms.  The flush on her cheeks was harder to hide.  Once again, she tried to pull magic from Darryl.

“Nope.  I like it when you blush.”

Yana looked away from him.  “Everyone else ran for the hills.  They all hate me, don’t they?”

“KK’s not very happy with you.  The rest... nah.  They weren’t stuck all that long.  Most barely even realized what had happened.”

“And Heather?” asked Yana hopefully.

Darryl laughed, and tapped the side of his head.  “Still in here.  I didn’t break the spell on her because I was worried she might appear inside me.  Messy.”

“Oh.  So you need to give me magic to get her out?” Yana asked eagerly.

“I don’t know,” teased Darryl.  “I’m kind of getting used to having her voice in my head.”  Then he winced.  “OK, now she’s singing show tunes.  Badly.  I’m trusting you to get her out.”

Yana’s grin as she felt a strand of magic waft toward her was radiant, though it fell quickly.  “This is awfully thin.”

“You’re on probation.  Short term changes only.”

“Better than none,” Yana murmured before turning her focus on the person hiding inside Darryl.  A silvery ribbon wafted out of him and curled up on the table.

Darryl sighed softly.  “No more show tunes.  Um, why’s she still a ribbon?”

“One thread, one change.  If you want her back to normal...” Yana wheedled.

Darryl laughed.  “I could break it myself.”  At Yana’s sudden pout he relented.  “Here.”

The ribbon spun into a more human shape, but didn’t grow to full size.  A foot-tall rubber Heather looked around from her perch on the tabletop.  “Well,” she squeaked.  “It’s sort of an improvement.”

“Yana!”  Darryl tried to glower at her, but couldn’t help but grin.

“Eh, she’ll be normal in a few minutes on that thin watery stuff you’re giving me.”

“Awww,” said Heather.

Darryl raised an eyebrow at her.  “You’d like to stay longer like this?  I can arrange that.  One hour.”

Heather grinned and danced around on the tabletop.  “It’s fun being tiny.  More?”

Darryl shrugged, and a moment later he said, “OK, eight hours.  Or thereabouts.”  Heather made a ‘go on’ gesture.  “A day.”  Heather kept gesturing, and Darryl sighed.  “Two days... three.  Four... oop, nope.  Now you’re stuck until one of us breaks it.”

Yana mock glowered at Darryl.  “You get to curse people now?”  She turned back to face Heather, and tried to hide her grin at the little one’s antics.

Heather grinned as she pirouetted on the table.  “Cool.  I’ve got a week off, no point in being human for it.  What would happen if you put even more magic in?”

“Last time I tried it, something weird happened,” said Darryl.  “I’d rather not.  Besides, it’s not like it could make it more permanent, right?”

Heather shrugged.  “I guess.”  She took a running leap off the table, landing in Yana’s lap.  She lept and cavorted but Yana’s pout wouldn’t go away.  “Nothing?  Really?  Time for the big guns.”  Heather scrambled up the front of Yana’s dress and dove inside.

Yana squirmed and squealed, protesting as Darryl watched on with an amused grin.  Before long she started cursing and yelling, then made a slashing motion that caused Heather to suddenly return to normal.  Unfortunately, Heather’s arms were tangled up in Yana’s bra and she fell into Yana’s lap, trapped.  Now both of them were squealing, but in pain.  Darryl stared at the scene helplessly, and the third time he felt Yana tug for thread he let her have some.  

The bra became a ribbon and Heather tumbled to the floor, rubbing her arms together.  Huge angry welts just above her elbows showed where the bra had dug in.  “Damn, bras are tougher than you’d think.  Fuck, this hurts.”

Yana looked over at Darryl with pained pleading eyes, and got a couple more threads.  One patched Heather up, leaving her welt-less and looking human.  Another turned Yana into an unrealistic looking doll.

“Better?” Darryl asked.  Both women nodded.  “And... we’re going to need to make these changes last long enough to heal up.”  He concentrated on each of them for a few moments.  “Two days.  We’ll see how you are then.”

Heather mock-pouted.  “I have to be normal looking for two days, and she gets to be a doll?”  Yana glowered at her.  Heather sighed.  “You are being a real grouch, you know.”

Yana crossed her arms over her chest angrily.  “Everyone’s being mean to me.”

“Because you went on a crazy rampage!  Yana, this really is for your own good,” encouraged Darryl.  

Yana’s petulant and pouty look was as fixed as ever.  It lasted through lunch, dinner, and every attempt from both Heather and Darryl to get her to come out of her shell.  Darryl even offered to deflate her and pack her away in a box.  He got a growl in response.  Yana had stopped even trying to pull thread from him.

“I don’t want to go to bed still fighting,” said Darryl once the hour got late.

Yana rose out of her funk long enough to curse at him gutturally.  When she wound down, she said, “Just let me have some magic.  I can’t take not having it.”

“Fine.”  Darryl let one thin thread slip free, and rolled his eyes as it came right back at him.  He opted not to block it, and a moment later was fluttering to the floor as a scrap of fabric.

“Yana!” exclaimed Heather.  “Is that any way to treat him?”

Yana scooped the silken scarf up and wrapped it around her shoulders.  “Oh come on.  I’ve wanted to do this since...”  She sighed at Heather’s stern look.  “He’ll be fine.  He’s not mindless, he can change back whenever he wants.  Besides it was thin thread, won’t last more than a few minutes.”

An expectant silence descended.  Heather frowned as the two minute mark came and went.  “So... why isn’t he back to normal?”

“Maybe he’s feeding it?”  Yana frowned, and ran her hand over the fabric.  “Yeah.  Feels sturdier than when I wove it.”  She slipped off the shirt that had replaced her destroyed dress and tugged the scarf around her chest in its place, wrapping it twice and tying it in front.  “There.  Hope he’s enjoying himself.”

Heather smiled.  “You actually seem happy.”

Yana sighed, and leaned against the bigger woman.  Her artificial body felt impossibly light.  “A little.  I love doing this stuff.”  She teased a hand over her scarf, caressing a breast through it.

“You’re addicted,” stated Heather.

“What?  No...  I...”  Yana’s face fell, and she slumped down even lower.  “Damn it.  What am I going to do?”

“You’re not going to say, ‘I can quit any time’?” asked Heather, with a hint of a smile.

“Pfft.  As if.  We both know that’s not true.  Today was like going on a massive binge, hitting bottom, and...”  Yana closed her eyes.  “And withdrawal after getting cut off.  I’ve been a real cow.”

Yana yelped as she felt a strand of magic press into her at that statement, and she reflexively used it.  She sprouted rubber horns from her forehead and a giant udder from her belly.  “Darryl!  You...  You...”   Then both she and Heather started to laugh in earnest, falling all over each other.

The laughing stopped when Heather’s hand found one of the teats on Yana’s udder, and the cow-doll-woman let out a shuddering gasp.  She squirmed to press her udder against Heather.  “Do that again.”

Heather pulled her hand back and grinned down at Yana.  “You’re being awfully bossy for a cow-doll.”

“Please?” begged Yana.

“Mmm.  Say you’re my pet.”  Heather gently stroked Yana’s udder.

Yana shuddered, and when Heather pulled back once more she stared up into the big woman’s eyes.  “I’ll be anything you ask.”

“Then say it!” ordered Heather.

“I am your pet.   Your cow-toy to Mooo!”  Her face shifted and became a rubber muzzle.  “Mooo!”

Heather cupped a silk-covered breast in one hand, and the other started playing with Yana’s udder in earnest, drawing out more lowing.  “God, you’re cute like this.”  She leaned in to kiss Yana’s muzzle, and got a mouthful of tongue in return.  Yana ran dark hoof-coloured hands over Heather’s body and they tumbled back onto the couch, the cow-doll pinned under Heather.

Heather lifted herself up and addressed the silk around Yana’s breasts.  “Darryl, I know you can hear us.  If you want me to stop, change back.  Otherwise...”  She traced her hand over the knot in the scarf, tugged it loose.  “Otherwise, we’re going to have our fun, and make sure you do too.”

Heather tugged the scarf free, and teased it over Yana’s udder, making her moo even louder.  “Oh, my playthings, the fun we’re going to have...”

* * *

In the wee hours of the morning, Darryl returned to normal.  He drowsily checked on the other two.  Heather had teased Yana into further changes, and she was more cow-doll than human-doll now.  He made sure they both had enough juice in their spells to last two more days, then cuddled the soft squishy body of his wife as he drifted back to sleep.

Darryl woke to the feel of a sturdy thread being pulled from him, and felt his body thinning away into fabric once more.  Before he could organize his thoughts, there were none left to martial.

Yana slipped the silken robe around her shoulders, glad to have hands once again.  She patted Heather’s newly-furry cheek, and the catgirl woke.  “Mew?”

Yana grinned at her.  “My turn.”

Heather purred.

Later, when Darryl surged back to normal, he found himself caught between a catgirl and his wife.  He tried to be angry at Yana for changing him without consent, but the two of them quickly put an end to his objections.

“I could have kept you that way longer, you know,” said Yana once they’d finally left the bedroom.

Darryl tilted his head curiously as he worked on making an omelet big enough for the three of them.  “How so?  I felt the thread you pulled, it was only good for an hour.  Two or so, on me.”

“While you were mindless I could keep on pulling those threads.  Only worth an hour or so, but I could have kept re-applying your change.  Funny thing is... Heather’s still a catgirl, and I haven’t reverted either.  Why?”

Darryl glanced at Yana, and shrugged.  “Your current spell has most of two days left, still.”

“Give me an itty-bitty thread.”

Darryl looked at Yana askance, and kept stirring.  “I’m cooking, here.”

“I won’t use it on you, I don’t want lunch spoiled either.  I’m going to use it on Heather.  I think she’d like to be able to say something other than ‘Meow’.”

“Meow!” exclaimed Heather from her perch at the table.

“See?”

Darryl sighed, and let Yana tug a very thin thread free.  Heather put her paws to her changing face, feeling the muzzle melt away to something more human.  “I can talk?  I can talk!  Yay!”

“I thought you liked being an object,” noted Darryl, distracted by Heather’s excitement.

“Yeah.  But almost being able to talk is frustrating.”

Yana looked downcast and slumped at the table.  Heather petted her hands with fluffy paws.  “I didn’t hate it, sweetie.  A fun kind of frustrating, mostly, trying to make myself understood with various kinds of meow.”

“You could have played charades,” suggested Darryl.

“With these mitts?”  Heather held up her paws, and wiggled them what little she could.  “That’d be even more challenging.”

About then the smell of burning egg reached Darryl’s nostrils, and he turned to salvaging what he could of lunch.  There was enough left for two, so Heather opted for a tin of tuna instead.  She still had a raspy cat’s tongue, and lapped it up from a plate.  Yana tried to tug another thread from Darryl, and giggled when he let her have it.  Soon Heather was the size and shape of a housecat, but still had her bright orange stripes.  She shot Yana a dark look, flexed her claws, then went back to eating her lunch just as daintily as before.

All through the day Yana found Darryl a willing donor of the thin threads.  She changed him into bras, panties, scarves and even, once, an ice cream spoon.  He was shivery and cold afterward, and needed snuggles to warm him up.  Yana gave them happily.

Changes to Yana and Heather lasted longer, and with the practice she was getting, Darryl soon announced that Yana’s changes were no longer bleeding any power, and in fact adding very slightly to the pool.  So of course Yana promptly wrapped him in a dozen threads, turning him into a mindless sex toy for over an hour.

Darryl shuddered back to find himself still tiny, still rubber, but mobile, aware, and tucked in between Heather’s breasts.  He wriggled there, and felt how sticky he was.  “Aww.  I missed the good stuff?”

“A test,” Yana declared.  “Now we get to see if you’re more fun aware.”

He was.  Oh, how he was.

Later in the day they finally got cleaned up and dressed enough to go outside, all three of them human for once.  The terrible welts from the previous day had diminished greatly but were not gone, so those parts of Yana and Heather were silicone.

They traveled to Heather’s modest apartment, and soon everything inside it was a swirl of ribbons.  Most of them ended up in a pendant around Heather’s neck, except for the mattress and cushions of her bed.  Those went into her breast, growing them to stupendous proportions.  Both women laughed at how Darryl’s eyes bugged out at them, and at how disappointed he was when Yana shrunk them most of the way back to normal size.

Yana clapped the imaginary dust off of her hands. “There we go.  Moving day is done.”

“We have to put my stuff away at the other end, still,” said Heather.

Yana shrugged.  “Or leave it like this.  I can pull out whatever you need.”

“Until you forget the amulet for a week and it explodes, filling the room with her stuff,” said Darryl with a grin.

“Fine, fine.  Let’s go have a nice dinner out, then we’ll put everything...”  Yana grinned, and leered at Heather’s chest, “Well, almost everything away.”

“You’re going to make my boobs bed-sized, aren’t you.”

“And you’re not going to object one bit.”

And so they did.  Heather did object a little after half-sized Yana and Darry finished making out on top of her enormous chest, claiming it was ‘unfair’ that she couldn’t participate.  Yana agreed that it had been terribly unfair, and redistributed the mass to the rest of Heather’s body, turning her into a seven foot tall plush tigress.  Heather scooped the other two into her arms, and carried them up to bed.

The next morning, Yana found that she could only tug a thin five-minute thread from her husband while asleep.  However, since the spell making him three feet tall still had hours to run, she was able to keep him pocket-sized for most of the morning.  Heather and Yana worked together on breakfast, giving bits of pancake to Darryl where he sat beside Yana’s plate.  Yana ‘accidentally’ spilled some of the leftover syrup all over him, and had to lick him clean, to much laughing and squirming.

For the rest of the day, Darryl let Yana have the thin threads to play with, but only when she asked nicely.  Asking nicely also got all three of their spells extended until the next morning, so even with the weak threads, Yana could make long-term changes to the three of them.  And did, changing all of them into clothing in various combinations, but never mindless.

Darryl’s favourite game was to deny Yana’s demands for thread, then insist on a kiss to make up for her ‘mistake’.  When he started passing magic to her through the kiss, it was electric... and hard to keep the threads thin and weak.  Yana found it just as much fun, and her ‘mistakes’ grew more frequent, until she skipped asking entirely and just went for the kisses.

* * *

The following morning Yana didn’t find it so funny.  She tried to pull a thread from her sleeping husband, and got nothing.  Darryl woke to the feeling of her fists beating on his chest.  He rolled to face her and grabbed her wrists.  “Hey!  Stop that.  What’s all this about?”

“You won’t give me any thread!”  Yana struggled to free her hands, struggled to pull thread to change Darryl, neither worked.

Darryl sighed.  “All you have to do is ask.  Or you could have kissed a thread from me, I bet that would have worked.”

Yana stopped struggling and collapsed against him.  “That’s no fun.  I liked stealing it, getting you before you woke up.  A kiss like yesterday’s, no way you’d sleep through that.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” murmured Darryl.  “I didn’t sleep through the others, either.”

Yana sulked through the whole morning, not asking or kissing for a single thread, even after the spells expired and everyone changed back to normal.  She was curled up on the couch, pointedly ignoring the other two.  Heather confronted her with Darryl at her side.  “Okay, enough is enough.  Moping time is over.”

“But...” protested Yana.

“No.  We will fix this,” insisted Heather.  “Watching you mope over magic when it’s right in front of you?  Just because you can’t steal it whenever you like?  Wake up, girlie.  You’ve got nothing to mope about.”

“I just want...”  Yana’s tear-filled eyes turned away again.

“You want to play nonconsensual games, is what you want.  Except you’re the one that wants to be the focus of it.  Turning us into involuntary toys wasn’t doing it for you anyway.  I enjoyed it too much, and Darryl gets peeved.”

“I do not...” protested Darryl.

“Shush.”  Heather turned back to Yana.  “So.  Fine.  Non-consensual it is.”

That got Yana’s attention.  “What?”

“Just remember.  If you say... hm, let’s make it Kitsune... Say that word, and it all stops.  But if you don’t, any protest you make will be ignored.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”  Heather grabbed the smaller woman’s wrists, and tossed her over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.  Yana was too surprised to even protest, but as Heather started carrying her up the stairs she started to squawk.  “Shush you, or I’ll get Darryl to gag you with a pair of your panties.”

“But then I wouldn’t be able to say...”  Yana covered her mouth, and didn’t say the word.

Heather tossed her down on the bed.  “Right.  Darryl, have you got the rope?”

Darryl held up a long spool of camp rope, and the two of them began tying it to the legs of the bed, then to Yana’s wrists.  Yana tugged at the rope experimentally, found it secure.  But when they started on her ankles, she started to really thrash, reefing on the ropes with all her strength.  She started to cry, too, big tearing sobs that made Darryl stop what he was doing and look to Heather with concern.

“Say it,” said Heather.

“Kitsune!  Kitsune!  Get it off me, it hurts!”

Heather’s eyes widened, and she dove after one of Yana’s hands.  Her thrashing had drawn the knots tight, and she was still at it, making it difficult to work on them.  Heather looked to Darryl.  “Did you bring the knife?”

Yana screeched.  Darryl flicked her a bit of magic, and the ropes evaporated into thin air.  She sat up on the bed, rubbing her wrists and still crying.  Darryl sat beside her, holding her tight.  “Shh, shh.  You used to... what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to fight against stupid ropes that hurt.  I want to be sucked into the bed, fighting the silk as my limbs melt away.”

Darryl lowered Yana backward until her shoulders rested on the bed.  He propped himself over her, then kissed her ferociously, feeding magic into her as his hands pushed down on her shoulders.  They sunk into the fabric, and vanished.  Darryl grinned into the kiss, and kept feeding it as his hands slid along Yana’s arms, guiding them to merge with the bed.  When he broke from the kiss, Yana’s head had sunken into the sheets as well, leaving just her face smiling up at him.

“Like that?” he asked, grinning back at her.  “Struggle for me.”

The remainder of Yana’s body thrashed, then suddenly she rose up from the sheets, free.  “Damn it.  It’s just so easy to break.  I didn’t mean to...”

Darryl growled at her in his best bedroom command voice, “You.  Are.  My.  Bed.”  Then he lunged for her lips, and pressed her back into the bed.  First her face, smoothed away into fabric.  Then her shoulders and arms, without breaking the kiss.  He traced kisses down her body, breasts sinking away to emerge as the soft swell of pillows, the rest simply disappearing into silk.  When he reached her pussy, he dove in and poured even more power into her, making Yana squeal.  His hands slid down her legs, leaving only silk behind.  And still the kiss continued, power coursing into Yana.  Her pussy was the last to go, melting away into silk.  Darryl didn’t stop.  He could feel the spell was complete, and pushed even more power into it.  With a crackle of discharging magic, the spell vanished.

Yana’s shrieks of pleasure slowly died down.  Then the sheets wiggled and squirmed.  “What. Did.  You.  Do?”  The sheets rippled, but nothing emerged from them.  

Darryl stood to admire his handiwork.  Heather slunk up beside him, eyes wide with wonder.  The bed was made over in fine silk exactly the colour of Yana’s skin.  But other than the pair of lips nestled between the soft mounds of built-in pillows, there was no sign of the woman.

“What did you do?” echoed Heather.

“I can’t...  There’s no spell,” whispered Yana.  “I can’t...  Oh God.  I’m really a bed!”

“Yes,” gloated Darryl. “My bed.  Bound in silk, forevermore.”

The bed’s lips let out a gasp, and the wriggling of the sheets died down.  A long slow sigh escaped its lips.  “I am your bed, master.  Use me.”

Darryl’s expression grew worried, and he was about to ask Yana if she was okay when he felt Heather’s finger on her lips.  She shook her head, and said.  “You heard the bed.  We really should find out how comfortable it is.”  Heather emphasized the pronoun, and that caused another gasp and happy sigh.

“But...” Darryl protested as Heather pulled him onto the bed.  “We...”

“Shush.  Bed wants us to use it.”

“Yes!” cried the bed.  “Fuck on me!”

Darryl stared at the bed’s lips.  “You’re awfully pushy for a bed.”

“Always.”

Then Heather pulled him into a ferocious kiss, and there were no more words.  The bed’s moaning and thrashing under them added to the pleasure they took in each other’s bodies, and at the climax, Bed was the loudest and happiest of the three.