[MtF Crossdressing, FemDom]

[CW: Non-con, Graphic Depictions]

A sudden burst of noise from the television signalled something exciting happening, but even after glancing at the car chase that was taking place downtown, Juri Han sighed out of boredom and went back to fussing over her perfectly kept toes.

Juri wasn't quite your normal girl. Even just looking at her in passing one would notice the strong muscles and the martial arts clothing she wore. Her open style sweatpants revealed tights where the sweats were open to her crotch and ankles, and her top half was simply covered by a dudou, an exercise bra that had a plethora of straps reaching around her back. While it showed off her tight midriff and plenty of skin along her arms, it would be wrong to assume she was a boxer, or similarly used her arms.

Juri lifted her leg in the air and marveled at slender and beautiful feet, each digit adorned with a pristine coat of purple nail polish.  Delicately she lowered her foot down like a crane drinking water. No, she had gained her renown in fighting tournaments as a mistress of barefoot fighting, with complete dexterity over her feet. It was second nature to her to grab and hold objects, or even opponents with her feet, or perform incredible acts with them as though they were additional hands.

Despite her maintained appearance, she still had room for her own personality to show through. Often compared to a devil, she embraced the attitude that matched her sadistic streak, and wore ribbons through her hair, holding them up in the shape of horns. She had a wicked grin, and would generally look intimidating to anyone coming across her.

A floorboard creaked softly behind her. Juri leaned back to look at what caused the noise, the pointed tips of her horn like hair grazing against the floor as she flexed her spine backwards. There was some guy there, awkwardly looking at her.

She was quite a sight, dressed unusually for the small town, and prominently putting her ample chest on display as she flexed. Juri slowly rolled into a handstand and then a cartwheel as she stood to face the intruder to her home.

“Uhh… I'm so sorry, I thought this was another shop, I'm really sorry! I'll be leaving now…”

Juri put up her hands to plead with the man. “No, no, you're fine. The door was unlocked, wasn't it? No harm done. Now, why don't you tell me your name..?” While talking, Juri had closed the distance to the man, slowly stalking forward to avoid alarming him.

Alastor was caught off guard, slowly inching toward the door. He was pretty sure he saw this girl lick her lips, and her attire wasn't normal. But… she was attractive, and it's not like Alastor had an other prospects on the horizon. Alastor kept glancing downward, toward her feet. He was mesmerized, this lady had his interest. She was bouncing up and down, rocking on her toes. Juri seemed utterly excited, and was studying him the same.

“Umm, my name is Alastor. I've been living in this town my whole life. Not sure I've ever met you before… What's your name?”

She licked her lips. “I'm Juri. Juri Han. You know, it's a good thing you came by. I was really bored, now I might never let you leave, hah!”

To Juri, this sounded friendly and playful. How else was a girl like her supposed to let a guy know that she was into him? It's not like she had much experience in the way of dates either.

However, to Alastor, Juri just crossed the line from “quirky, but her cuteness made it easy to ignore” into the territory of “this girl is probably a serial killer, I need to escape NOW”.

Alastor quickly started to shuffle toward the front door. “Umm, well, it was nice meeting you Juri… I need to be on my way now.” The wolfboy turned to the door that led to safety and grabbed the knob to open it.

He was interrupted by Juri’s foot striking the door, holding it shut. Alastor looked up at the perfectly manicured toes pressed against the door, right in front of his face. He followed the limb back up to its owner. She smiled at him, leaning in. Alastor was astonished at her flexibility she was demonstrating, her body nearly folded in half at her hips while her leg still remained braced against the door.

“Why are you trying to leave, Wolfie?” Her grin seemed genuine, but it was still too wide and too eager to make the boy comfortable. She licked her lips. He really was cute to her, in a feminine sort of way. Even as he stood quivering before her powerful foot strike, he held his knees together and clutched his hands to his chest.

Alastor took off at a sprint, trying to find another avenue of escape. He could hear Juri running after him as he checked the various doors throughout the house. The ones that opened led into other rooms, and the only other exit he could find was the back door which was locked with a key, even from the inside.

He wheeled around and slipped past her to the living room, rushing for the front door. He paused for a moment, his paw holding the knob hesitantly. It was silent, almost too silent. The sound of the strange woman's bare feet slapping against the floorboards was missing, but Alastor didn't want to wait any longer to find out what had happened.

He began turning the knob, already pulling on the door before it freed himself. He hadn't noticed the balcony above him, and that his captor was dangling from the railing above him. As such, when she dropped down into a handstand behind the wolfboy, Juri was able to wrap her feet around the sides of Alastor's head and surprise him. Her toes interlocked over his eyes, blinding him. She was able to pull him away from the door before it opened, turning so that they would end up on the ground with her on top.

"Hey! Get off me! Let me go!" Alastor protested, struggling against the professional fighter fruitlessly.

She shook her head, laughing. "Why would I do that, Wolfie? We're just getting to know each other!" Since she had started upside down behind Alastor, she know found herself facing his feet while her own maintained a vice-like grip on his face. She marveled at his legs, running her fingers slowly up their length to his round butt she was above. "Yes, you're so perfect, I think we could even go clothes shopping when we're done! Oh Wolfie, you're going to make such a cute little girl!"

Alastor panicked. What she was saying wasn't making sense, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. He thrashed and fought as hard as he could to get free, but her legs and feet were too powerful and held him still.

"Aww, beaten by a girl? Look how manly you're trying to be! It's ok, just give in, you know you aren’t stronger than a girl..." Juri trailed off, enjoying her torment of the wolfboy. She had to make it quick though, this fight was starting to get annoying. She readjusted her feet and locked her toes together again, but this time they were held over Alastor's snout. The strength of her feet didn't allow him to open his mouth, and his nose was blocked off from any fresh air. The only benefit of the change in position was that Alastor’s burning blush - turned on from the beautiful girl’s feet on his face - was now covered and hidden.

Alastor started getting woozy, as his constant resistance drained his air faster. His nostrils filled with the scent of her feet and the light sweat that had built up on them during their fight. Choking, he started hitting her legs, trying to tap out and get her to release him, but to no avail.

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Juri surveyed the body in her basement. “Well, that hadn’t gone how I wanted it to,” she remarked, sassily. She had easily hefted Alastor’s body over her shoulders and carried him downstairs into the private gym she maintained in the basement.

She looked over the boy, thinking about how lithe and feminine he was. She stripped off his shirt and pants unceremoniously, chuckling. “With a body like that, it’s like you want to be turned into a good little girl.” She leaned in to his ears, whispering, “Don’t worry, we’ll make you beautiful.”

While leaned in, Juri delicately removed Alastor’s underwear. “Well, not all of you is feminine. What’s a girlyboy like you doing with such a manly member? It’ll be a shame to hide away such a pretty cock, but you’re going to look so much cuter without, Wolfy.” She then proceeded to take off her own garments, tossing them into a pile. She couldn’t help but gyrate and rolled her hips slightly as she disrobed, making a show for no one to watch.

Off the top of the pile she picked up her duduo, her bra top that carried her emblem on the front. Juri slipped Alastor’s head through the central opening, and then worked his arms in between the sets of straps on each side. The eight straps circled around his fur, clinging to his back in a spider-like pattern. The material was soft, but already hung tightly against his chest despite the lack of breasts.

Juri quickly switched to shoving Alastor’s arms through the gloves, forcing his furred digits through the open fingers of her gloves. She straightened the material so it would sit right over his elbows, flowing flawlessly along the length of his forearms. She saw it coming together, and she was thrilled. He would be a beautiful girl, and then she’d have someone to be with.

She held her panties in front of the naked wolfboy’s waist, and shook her head. Far too small, they’d rip in a moment. A shame. Oh well, it would make her sweatpants more exciting. Juri, being adept in using her powerful legs and feet, had specially designed open-crotch sweatpants. As she slid them up, the loose material billowing around Alastor’s legs, his waist - and everything he normally kept hidden there - hung free and loose.

He started to stir, and looked up. The crazy girl from earlier was standing in front of him, and she was naked! Granted, she was beautiful, and Alastor didn’t really mind the view. In fact, it turned him on. A lot. The suddenly arousal shifted some of his private parts, and he realized he was exposed, half naked, and half dressed in the clothes he saw her in before.

Alastor’s open mouth was in the middle of protest when Juri noticed, swinging her leg around and slipping her perfectly maintained foot into Alastor’s maw. She smirked, leaning in, letting her captive revel in her nearly impossible flexibility. “Now now,” she cooed, whispering to Alastor softly as though he were her child instead of a prisoner. “Aww, is there a problem, Wolfie? Too bad, be happy you’re even allowed this close to my feet!” She shifted her foot slightly, still gagging him while also blocking his airflow to his nose. Within moments, he returned to the land of darkness.

Juri knew she had to hurry, pulling him over to a bar on the wall, suspended by a pair of chains. She was slowly and methodically wrapping Alastor's feet with her foot wraps, letting her fingers drag along the soles of his feet. He stirred awake again.

"Shh, shh. You're ok. Just relax. You're in my personal gym now. Don't worry, I treat my workout equipment well, Wolfie."

Alastor squirmed, immediately trying to wrestle free from the chains. "What do you mean, what are you talking about?"

Juri just chuckled, standing up in front of the wolfboy, her waist at eye level to force Alastor to look nearly straight up. "What I mean is that you are my latest toy, and I'm so excited to work out on you!"

Alastor pouted, his face flushed red. "I'm not some toy, I'm a human being! You need to let me go!"

His voice faltered as his protests ceased as Juri placed her bare foot against him throbbing member. Her painted toes flexed and danced across the surface. "No, I don't need to do anything. You know you love this, Wolfie, how you're dressed, having a beautiful woman right here in front of you."

Alastor started to complain again, but Juri walked away. Obediently, he fell silent even to his own surprise.

"I'm tired of listening to whine and complain. You're going to appreciate this, and learn to be quiet at the same time." When Juri turned around to face him again, she had a large object in her hands. She got closer, and realization dawned on Alastor: it was a massive purple dildo, attached to a wreath of straps.

He immediately slammed his snout shut and tried face away from the inevitable intruder. Juri easily managed to open his maw and slide the long rubbery length in until it almost touched his throat. The straps wove around his snout like a muzzle and finally behind his head.

Juri took a step back to survey her work. "Wonderful! Now stay here, I'm going to go get supplies." Off she pranced up the stairs, leaving Alastor in darkness. He pondered his fate, wondering if it would be worth trying to escape or if he should just wait for a better opportunity.

She returned moments later, carrying a large duffle bag. It was almost as if she had been planning this; Alastor shuddered. The first thing she fished out from the nebulous depths of her bag were two round, quivering masses.

They were dark in color, almost matching the wolf's chest fur: A fact made evident by the sudden jamming and shoving into the bra he wore. The duduo had already been tight against his skin, but with their additions he felt every shift and squirm as it bounced his new 'chest'. He blushed red but otherwise didn't protest in any meaningful capacity.

'Tits!' He exclaimed in his head, looking down to marvel at them. 'Why? This lady is crazy, but…' He let his thoughts fade into nothingness. He realized that Juri wasn't entirely naked as her hair still had hair ribbons adorning them and guiding them into their unique shape. A moot point, now that she had taken them out and started working them through Alastor's similarly long hair.

It took many long minutes of being fussed over as she worked. Juri at times would seemingly need a third hand to hold something, only to lift her foot and precisely grab the ribbon between her toes. Finally she finished with a liberal cloud of hairspray, and while Alastor couldn't see the results, he knew he sported his own white-haired version of the same styled devil horns she normally wore.

Pulling out the nail polish, Juri saved it in front of Alastor's face. He flushed red, following it with his eyes. Juri could swear she almost noticed him drooling around the edges of the dildo in his mouth. But after a moment, he looked away in defiance. She just laughed, grabbing his hands and painting his fingernails with an even coating of the bright pink polish.

She went to paint his toes the same color, but he started resisting, shifting his weight and pulling his unrestrained legs back and forth to make it difficult for her to get a grip. Juri sat down, facing him, and stretched her legs out. Her toes, dextrous like fingers, grabbed hold and wove themselves between Alastor's own toes.

Her legs were many times stronger than the slender boy's, and with ease she held him still, keeping his feet in place. Their toes wiggled against each other, the soles of their feet rubbed and pressed on their mate. Alastor found himself in heaven: a beautiful woman, with her beautiful feet snuggled up against his. The passion and arousal mounting in his body - including his quivering and dripping member - almost made it entirely possible to ignore his nails painted in the same iridescent pink as his fingernails.

By the end of the painting, Alastor had locked his toes in with Juri’s, and was holding on for all he was worth. Juri blew across his nails, laughing as this made the boy squirm even more, a small lewd moan escaping his lips. "Look at our girly feet, held together by our painted little toes!" She released his toes from her own with a moment of difficulty. “Oh, you like it like this, huh Wolfie? Maybe we ought to sleep together holding each other’s toes sometime!” She ran her toes over his member to continue the teasing. She slipped toe rings over each of his digits, listening to the musical tones of his whining and whimpering.

Alastor couldn't take any more of the teasing and harassment, near his orgasmic breaking point. A pinch of her toes in a well placed spot and his eyes shot open - not from pain, but from the quickly fading wave of pleasure as he fell back from the edge.

Taking his moment of weakness as an opportunity, Juri slipped a chastity cage over the helpless boy. The attention caused him to try and spring to attention again, but it was fruitless. Juri laughed, sliding up the length of his legs to rest on his lap.

She rocked her hips back and forth, a futile mockery of sex to frustrate the helpless captive further. She giggled at him trying to buck his hips at her. "Now now, a good little girly boy doesn't need to use their member. We're going to find other ways to have fun!" She rocked back, giving him a view down her body, while her bare feet played with his augmented chest mere inches away from his face.

"Ya know," she started, continuing her teasing. "You're a cute girl. So much better than you being boring guy. I'm not going to call you Alastor anymore, I think Allie fits better."

She leaned in close, her ears only inches from his eartips. Her whispers entranced the helpless boy. "Admit it Allie… you fight and resist, but you know you're better off this way. You're so much better off being a girly girl owned by someone like me." She was leaning so close her bosom pressed on his and he could almost swear he felt his caged member pressing against her sex. The throb and whine was agreement enough for Juri as he struggled to get satisfaction and release.

Juri pushed further on, working him into her. For being such a dainty girl, Allie sure had a massive cock, and even restricted into a plastic cage it was big enough to make it into her own slit. She rocked back and forth, running her hands up her chest. She rolled her eyes back into her head, giving her pet a show as she rocked back and forth on his lap.

Allie’s eyes were wide, staring at Juri as he panted and whined as hard as he could through the muzzle. He found himself subconsciously sucking on the phallic dildo inside his mouth, conflicted between wanting to be able to actually have sex with Juri, or just being her toy and being used. Both options sounded heavenly and worked in his mind to make sure he stayed hard and uncomfortable inside his chastity.

Right as he shuddered and neared his limit, Juri rose off of him, doing a handstand backwards. Her feet dragged across her captive's face, and he couldn't help but draw in as deep a breath as possible. She giggled, rolling her eyes at him. "Silly Allie. Wait here, I'm going to change for our date together tonight. I've got a new sexy latex number I think you're gonna love!" Juri walked away, leaving Allie frustrated, panting and dripping. He looked down at his painted toenails, giving them a wiggle between their toe rings. He had to admit… he was excited to see what came next!