Uninvited Friends (OC Multiple TFs)

Lulu is having some alone time when Gabriella bursts in telling her that there are some unexpected guests in the Arcane Sanctuary; a pair of people that frequently visit through unusual channels, Hato of the Forbidden Archive and travelling mage Dakra. Since they're in different parts of the sanctuary, Lulu decides it's probably best to split up to deal with them - although for her, that might mean something different than most.

Commission for Dakra, featuring his and ForbiddenArchive's author avatars stumbling around the Arcane Sanctuary and causing shenanigans.

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It was a quiet day at the Arcane Sanctuary. Lulu loved quiet days like that - she could sit and read or write for however much she wanted and nobody would get on her case. There were perks to living and curating an apparently infinite and expanding collection of magical knowledge and artifacts, and one was that you very rarely were bothered if you didn’t want to be.

She hummed a tune to herself as her pen scribbled across a new tome, bringing a new story to life on the pages. A favorite pastime of hers! Thrilling adventures, dashing romances, spectacular science fiction; her tastes were eclectic and her writing reflected it, being of a variety of themes and genres. Although, that wasn’t to say she didn’t have her preferences…

She furtively looked around, as if she could possibly not be alone, and flipped a few pages down. She blushed a bit as she began to write her next story - lurid prose flowing from her pen as fast as anything she ever wrote. It was a guilty pleasure, but one which relaxed her more than nearly anything. She was getting to the good bits, a cute magical girl finding herself slowly corrupted by her own powers in sensual ways…

“Luluuuu!” came a call from behind her, and the wolf-woman bolted upright, turning beet red as she turned to the one calling her. A certain stone dog-woman ran into the room. “Hey, hey, are you busy?”

“I- Y-Yes!” Lulu aid, snapping her book closed before the curious canine could take a look. “What is it, Gabriella?”

“Visitor! We have a visitor!” Gabriella said, practically jumping up and down in place.

Lulu blinked. “Visitor? But why not the… ooooh…”

“I said hi and offered to help but she just ignored me no matter what I said and-”

“Hato.” Lulu sighed. Of course it was her. The Forbidden Archive was, of course, just the kind of place that would be connected with the Arcane Sanctuary, so Lulu was familiar with it’s caretaker. The two had become quite friendly, really, especially when they kept accidentally wandering into each other’s domains. The white-haired writer shared many of Lulu’s... interests, as well, but had none of the shame. And had quite a few rather more extreme than the wolf girl could handle.  “Well, I should go grab her before she touches something she shouldn’t… again…” Lulu stood up and adjusted her glasses. Hato might not have been quite so bound to the rule of consequences as less frequent visitors, but it was still a pain to revert whatever transformations she incurred…

“She’s over in the… well, she’s in your writing, yeah.” Gabriella said sheepishly. Of course she was. “But while I was coming back the sanctuary shifted and I ended up over at the scientifically advanced settings section, and while I was there I found the other visitor…”

Lulu blinked. “Another one, at the same time?” she pressed. “Who was it…?”

“I thought they were a lady at first, with the long hair and the skirt and everything, but they smelled like a guy, and they had this cool looking staff-”

“Dakra Dhark,” Lulu nodded. “Wanderer, likes to make portals to places he shouldn’t be, keeps wandering around in here.” He was honestly quite nice, but he also tended to be far too curious for his own good. He did have a tendency to come up with really fun story ideas though, so Lulu considered him a friend too.

Consulting her mental map of the place, she figured that the place had shifted again, and now the two sections with visitors were in opposite directions. Luna Lupa couldn’t be in two places at once, even in this center of her power. Or well, Lulu couldn’t be. But she happened to know a pair of wolves that could attend to both of her visitors.

“Gabriella, hold the fort. While we’re tending to the guests, you’re the first point of contact if someone comes in here the normal way.”

The dog girl saluted dramatically. “I won’t let you down, Lulu! I will be the best guard dog!”

Lulu gave Gabriella a quick pet on the head, sending her tail wagging like a small propeller. Then she took a deep breath, and focused - it wasn’t that she didn’t like the process she was going through now, but it was always a bit disorienting…

Light filled the small chamber as Lulu changed. Gabriella watched intently; she’d been told that Lulu could do something like this, that made the whole split color scheme make a lot more sense, but this was the first time she would see it happen.

To start, Lulu’s clothes changed; the green-and-purple dress shifted, the line dividing the colors going from horizontal to vertical to cut down her height. The fuzzy region in her hair where bronze transitioned to silver became a far finer line, and her glasses split down the middle. The dress continued to shift, skirt hiking upwards and shifting in shape.

Then, she started to… grow? The dividing line grew blurred as she was pulled in two different directions, stretching like taffy. Gabriella watched in fascination as it transitioned from one head in two halves, to two full heads, each half mirrored once. With a sharp crack the split completed, leaving two beings where there had been one.

The light faded away, and in Lulu’s place was a pair of wolf-girls, a bit shorter than her. One had bronze hair in a swirling side-ponytail on the left side of her head, vibrant green eyes, and an equally green maid’s outfit, along with a maid’s cap between her wolf ears. She’d clearly inherited Lulu’s hips. The other was much the same, but reversed; her side-ponytail was on her right, and she’d taken the other half of Lulu’s colors with silvery hair and purple eyes and dress. While the green had the hips, the purple had her original form’s bust.

“I-I don’t think we’ve properly met you,” said the green stammered, blushing a bit as she looked over Gabriella.

“Really don’t know why we took so long,” the purple added. “I’m Luna, cutie~”

“And I’m Lupa.” The green maid said. “I-It’s nice to meet you, again, Gabriella…”

Gabriella stared for a while. Then she practically leapt on them. “You’re so cute! You’re adorable! I just want to pet you forever-”

“NO!” the two said in unison.

“Awww…” Gabriella pouted, but she brightened right up when two hands found their way to her head and started vigorously petting.

“Now then…” Luna said, looking at her twin. “Heads I get Dakra?”

“C-Can I just… Hato embarasses me too much…” Lupa mumbled.

Luna didn’t seem moved, grinning widely as she pulled out a coin. “Then flip and cross your fingers~”

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The purple maid didn’t take long to find a brown haired individual dressed like your usual witch. If Luna didn’t know any better, she’d think he was a woman - he was a very pretty guy, and frankly the feminine clothing worked better for him than it should have. He carried a wooden staff, glowing faintly at the tips with magical power; it could do a good number of things, but the most relevant power was it’s ability to open portals just about anywhere, to just about anywhere else.

It meant he could just pop in unannounced, and without going through the usual endeavor to find the place. He’d ended up there the first time by accident after his curiosity got him in trouble and he’d decided to portal to “anywhere but here”; he was only lucky that since he hadn’t arrived in the normal way Lulu was allowed to fix up the half-dozen transformations his curiosity had gotten him shortly after.

So, Luna wasn’t too surprised to find that he’d been poking at artifacts again. He’d ended up in the “high-tech” section of the Sanctuary, where there was a lot less magic and a lot more technology so advanced it might as well be magic. It made sense that he’d find that interesting considering his world was one more in the medieval tech level, if augmented by the widespread presence of magic.

Luna walked up towards him and curtsied. “Welcome to the Arcane Sanctuary, knowledge-seeker,” she said in a formal tone.

She paused. And waited a bit more. And then a bit more just to be sure. Dakra didn’t glance up from the artifact he was playing with. It was some old clock; Luna knew what it was supposed to do was turn the person who turned the hands into a clockwork golem, but Dakra had instead flipped it around and was carefully seeing how it ticked. “Wow, it’s so intricate…” He muttered to himself, even his voice rather lighter than most men’s.

He didn’t even have the decency to get transformed while he wasn’t paying attention to her. Luna coughed loudly.

“Bless you.” Dakra said idly, poking at the gears and marveling as the nanomachines inside the clockwork artifact flowed onto the tool he was using.

Luna sighed and snatched the artifact out of his hands, quickly putting it back together and back in it’s place. “I said: Welcome to the Arcane Sanctuary. Hi, Dakra.”

“Oh, Luna! Didn’t see you there!” Dakra said, eyes brightening. “It’s been a while! Why are you here instead of Lulu? Is Lupa handling something else?”

“You weren’t the only unannounced guest.” Luna said flatly. “What did Lulu say about popping in like this without giving some notice? We only knew you were here because Gabriella passed you.”

“Oh, her! You got a new assistant, didn’t you? I’m glad, I always wondered if you were lonely around here or something.” Dakra said, “Sorry, but you know how I am when the urge hits! Besides, I don’t think I actually know how to send a message across dimensions yet-”

“Well, figure it out, you have interdimensional travel down!” Luna grumbled. “So I take it you’re here for the usual look around?”

“Mmhm!” Dakra said. “There’s just so much stuff here, how could I not look?”

“Then I’ll follow you around. But be warned, if you get yourself cursed or transformed or whatever, I’m not helping.” Luna said, sticking up her nose.

“That’s fine, that’s fine,” Dakra nodded, before reaching out a hand to give the short girl a pat on the head- she recoiled away, putting some distance between them.

They started on their way through that wing of the Sanctuary, not commenting on that little event. Luna, for her part, was a muddle of emotions. For one, she was annoyed at Dakra - both for coming unannounced, and for the attempted… pet. Nevermind how he’d interrupted Lulu’s writing with his arrival. Which, given what she’d been doing, left Luna feeling a bit hot and bothered. She was in a certain kind of mood.

An idea crossed her mind. Since he’d not come in the normal way, Dakra wasn’t bound by the usually harsh rules of the Arcane Sanctuary; if he got himself cursed, Luna was allowed to reverse it. But by the same token, Luna wasn’t obligated to help. Which meant she could play herself a little prank…

She walked ahead of Dakra, trying to find a fun artifact that he’d surely misuse. Maybe she could get something out of this yet! She picked up a tube of some lipstick from one of the shelves (something that some spies in some magitech world or other used) and handed it to him. “Why not try this out, if you’re so curious?” she asked.

While this might not work on most men, Dakra was fairly feminine and enjoyed it, so maybe he would… he opened the stick, but rather than putting it on his lips (which would have quickly turned him into a sexy, submissive woman) he rubbed it on his gloved hand. “Hmm… oh, I see! There’s just a little bit of magic in this, carried by some really really tiny machines!” he said, examining it closely with a spell that looked like a magnifying glass floating in front of his eye. “I guess that once it’s applied to skin it has some big effect… how did they get those little machines to amplify the power though, hmmm?”

“O-Oh…” Luna wilted a bit at how he so deftly avoided the trick. “Magic in that world has nothing to do with souls… it’s all ritual based and what does them doesn’t matter, so once applied those tiny machines basically do hundreds of tiny rituals to get a big effect…”

“Wow! How precise do their tools have to be to get them that small? I’ll have to see if I can visit this one someday.” Dakra said, before handing back the lipstick and continuing onwards.

Luna put it back, but she wasn’t going to give up just yet. The process repeated a few times across the Arcane Sanctuary, as she handed him some cursed or otherwise likely to backfire item, and he carefully examined it while asking her how it worked and where it had come from. It was infuriating how careful he was; he must have learned from his previous few visits to the place.

When she offered him a cursed weapon that would have turned him into a sexy dark-knight, he held it just about everywhere but the handle that held the jewel that would have done it. When he looked through assorted medicines and potions, he didn’t spill a drop or take a test sip - not even the bimbofication one that smelled so good that Luna was tempted to drink it even knowing what it did! He handled just about everything that was handed to him with all due care and attention, which was honestly getting annoying.

Luna was getting this close to just changing him herself. It was irrational, she knew - but the part of Lulu that would hold back on that kind of thing was in Lupa, not her, so who cared? Luna enjoyed transforming people, if temporarily when it came to friends, so she saw no reason to restrain herself. “You know, I think it’s about time we got you a demonstration…” she said, when he tried to pet her again while playing with a spray can - that was the final straw.

He didn’t notice, of course, too busy with his toys, but she looked around for just the right artifact… and there! She grabbed (with a gloved hand) a small silver ball that shimmered and waved as she moved it. Then, when Dakra turned around, she pushed it into his chest.

The metal ball splattered into Dakra’s chest. A moment passed and Luna almost thought she’d grabbed the wrong item, but it had simply needed time to work through his clothes. It was confirmed to be working properly when Dakra’s chest began to balloon in size, the masculine flatness replaced with distinctly feminine melons as the metal spread across his chest. His top stretched to accommodate, pulled flat and tight against the newly made mammaries and shifting at the point of contact into something more appropriate.

The change continued rapidly across Dakra’s body, swiftly taking his whole torso and going down his hips and shoulders. His figure slimmed in some places, and notably thickened in others, particularly his hips. A nice and sexy hourglass sort of figure. As it progressed, his clothes started to cover less and less, revealing shining silver beneath - and only moreso as it transitioned from a minidress and jacket towards a skin-tight black bodysuit, integrating into the metallic skin until it was simply a part of the visual design.

This all had taken place in a matter of moments. “What-” Dakra started, before crying out in pleasure and letting his hands shoot down to his crotch as he felt a burning sensation inside, his internals rearranging themselves to fit a new anatomy - followed quickly by the bulge showing through the new  bodysuit shrinking inwards, a manhood becoming a womanhood. The process evidently felt good, as the crotch area of the bodysuit looked a touch damp before it integrated into his, or now her, body.

The inside was not spared. The silver wasn’t just a look, or a facade; the heart was soon replaced by a power generator, veins and arteries with different wires and cables connecting each part of the machine in the making. The change crawled up Dakra’s neck and rapidly took her face, with only minute adjustments to make it clearly feminine - considering what a pretty boy Dakra already was, it didn’t take much. Hair turned a darker silver as it merged into a single piece, while closer to the ground feet were merging with boots into a high-heeled style.

“Looking good, Dakra~” Luna giggled as the transformation completed - ah, but she loved this type of thing… she’d have to go write some later...

Dakra the human mage was gone, and in his place was Dakra the sexy gynoid. Eyes going an electric blue, Dakra looked down at themselves. “...Woaaaah…” she breathed, “What’s my power source? Is it some sort of ridiculous technology, or is there magic in it? The stuff that got me was liquid metal, is that what I’m made of now, or am I more solid? What sort of makeup does my brain have? Do I qualify as… what was it that one guy said in the future-y world… an AI now?”

Luna sighed. Even as a robot girl, it would take more than a sex and species change to change Dakra. It was kind of endearing when it didn’t involve ignoring her. While Dakra was looking over herself, Luna found a small button on Dakra’s thigh and pushed it; a holographic screen formed a bit away from her, and Luna got to work.

A few sliders to adjust, a few toggles to hit, and Dakra’s eyes flickered out for a moment as she rebooted. When she turned back on, her eyes had turned a glowing pink. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, Mistress Luna.” she said to the purple maid, “To make up for it, I shall serve you with all my skills.”

There. She was now a perfect servant-gynoid. Luna grinned widely. “I’ll turn you back later, probably. But for now, I’m in a mood. Take care of that, would you?”

Dakra pressed up against her Mistress, and flipped up Luna’s skirt. “Of course, Mistress.”

Luna had made another little edit to Dakra’s code - she was now very well versed in the ways her body could be used to pleasure her owner. She slid Luna’s sopping wet panties down her legs with one hand, and gently pulled down her top with the other to reveal her abundant breasts.

She got to work; Luna moaned as cool metal lips met peaked nipples and started to suck and lick. She was the more top-heavy of the twins, but that made no difference to her sensitivity, and she knew what she liked. Dakra also knew what she liked, and endeavored to provide, with one hand groping wherever her lips weren’t.

Down below at Luna’s nethers was a different but similar scene. A digit pushed between her folds, followed quickly by another. Luna’s pussy tightened against the invading fingers, but they pressed on, exploring her hole deeply and thoroughly. It wasn’t long at all before they found just the right spot, and mercilessly attacked it with mechanical efficiency.

Luna had ample stamina; it was the only reason she’d lasted as long as she had. But it was not infinite, especially when Dakra’s fingers started to use their vibration function. “A-Ah… hnn… g-good job- don’t you dare stop…” she moaned, but she couldn’t put up much more resistance as she came, hard. Her womanhood splattered Dakra’s hand with her fluids, leaving a dripping trail as she pulled her fingers free.

The maid was in so much pleasure she didn’t even notice the silver spots on her skin wherever Dakra had touched. The problem with using a liquid-metal transformation artifact was that liquid metal could get in some places… as she came down from her high, she looked at Dakra again. “Well? I didn’t say to stop.”

The gynoid was aware of what her touch was doing to her Mistress, of course. But it wasn’t her place to question.

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Lupa drew the short straw, as far as she was concerned. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Hato. Far from it, the keeper of the Forbidden Archive was a good friend, and Lulu (and by extension Lupa) enjoyed her company. But she had even less shame than Luna did, and saw nothing wrong with speaking of the obscene in a casual conversation, casual flirtation, or otherwise turning Lupa into a mess of blushing embarrassment.

But she put on her best face as she arrived in the wing that Hato had been last seen in, and quickly found her - a woman with long white hair tied in a braid, wearing a fancy black suit that complimented her figure (her impressive bust in particular). She curtsied. “Welcome to the Arcane- wait put that back!”

Lupa’s self-interruption came as she saw what book Hato was reading. It was one of Lulu’s own more obscene creations, a tale of lust and corruption to a degree rare in her works. And Hato was reading it with all the seriousness of a studious scholar. “Mmm, I might use some different phrasing here, but I do enjoy the characters a good bit....” Hato blinked, noticing someone else was there for the first time.. “What does a mere servant request of the Countess of-” she said with all the theatricality she could muster, before realizing who she was talking to. “Oh, it’s you, Lupa. I thought that… dog, had come back again…”

“I-I I’d like if you would, uh,” Lupa stammered. “M-Maybe go to a different part of the Sanctuary? I-It’s really embarrassing to have you reading this stuff…”

Hato didn’t respond, looking over Lupa for a moment. Lupa was about to ask what was wrong when suddenly Hato was on her knees, and Lupa’s skirt had been flipped up. “Hm, green as well. Does that mean Lulu’s colors are also split, hm?”

Lupa scrambled backwards, blushing fiercely. “H-H-Hato, please-”

Hato grinned. “I think I’ll keep reading, actually. Your stuff is very good, you should be proud! Or at least half-proud, I guess, since you share the credit with Luna…”

Lupa tried to recompose herself, but it was hard to do. “I- Let’s go, I-I have to escort you around…”

Hato wasn’t really listening, continuing to peruse the writings she had available, commenting on them as she went. As far as danger went, it was actually fairly safe - it was lethally embarrassing to Lupa, but reading finished stories would do Hato no harm. Lupa did start to enjoy herself at least a little, noting the critiques that Hato offered so she could try and improve on them in later writing.

She nearly didn’t notice when Hato moved from the finished works to the works in progress. “H-Hato, put that down!” she stammered.

“Why? It’s no bigger a concern than the other stories, is it?” Hato asked, already with her thumb pressed against the cover and ready to open the book.

Lupa had to stop her from opening that one! “It’s n-not done, is all, and when my stories aren’t done I don’t like people reading them because-”

A hand found it’s way to Lupa’s head, and the wolf-girl froze. Hato began petting her, and she suddenly felt hot all over, tail wagging back and forth at sonic speed as the self-styled Countess of Corruption silenced her with pats. “Relax. It’s fine, I just want to see what Lulu’s been working on~” she said. Lupa’s eyes fluttered and jaw slackened a bit as she leaned into the pets; it was bad enough when Lulu got petted, but Luna and Lupa had even less resistance to their pull. Her thoughts were scattered to the winds until Hato relented.

Hato opened the book and read up. It was another transformation story, of course, featuring a haughty noblewoman reduced to a lewd maid for a new mistress. It was a familiar theme; Lulu and her constituent parts gravitated always enjoyed ironic and “deserved” transformations, or the occasional consensual or wholesome one; even when at their most base and aroused they were really rather soft.

*The Countess’ elaborate garb began to morph, unbeknownst to her; she was far too wrapped up in herself to pay any mind to the little inconveniences of reality not quite bending to her as she would imagine it did…

Lupa didn’t have much presence of mind left, but she did notice what was happening to Hato, at least on some level. The white-haired woman’s black suit began to ripple like water on her body as the magic took effect. Her pants merged into a long-legged skirt, which began to hike upwards even as she watched to reveal slender, white lace stocking-clad legs. “Hat-Hato-hnnn…” Lupa groaned, trying to warn her but unable to get a word out.

“Oh, I never get tired of this reaction of yours~” Hato laughed with a smile. “You and your sister just can’t handle being pet, can you? It’s absolutely adorable. You’re a good girl, you’ve earned these pets~”

*Even as she talked down to the maid the transformation continued; and not a purely physical one. Even as the attire of a servant began to shape itself on her figure, the soul of a servant was being born.

The transformation of Hato’s clothes continued, the suit jacket brightening to grey, then white as it lost it’s sleeves and gained an inordinate amount of frills as appropriate for a maid’s apron. It didn’t leave much to the imagination, either, especially as the now-black undershirt blossomed into a tight-fitting black blouse with a plunging neckline.

But that was the least of Hato’s concerns, or at least would be if she’d noticed the transformation. She was acting so dominant and in charge, styling herself as the Countess of Corruption. But something felt wrong about that. It was then as she thought about it that she realized she was being transformed - but by then it was too late to care. She called herself the Countess of Corruption, prided herself in her ability to transform people, and yet here she was being changed and not realizing until it was too late. She wasn’t suitable to such a role at all…

*As the Countess acknowledged how unfit she was for her claim to nobility, the transformation ran it’s course at an accelerated pace; with her mind now that of a maid, her body and attire were rushing to accommodate the soul.

There wasn’t much left - a white, frilly maid’s cap settled onto Hato’s head, feeling perfectly right and proper. She was a maid - that was her true role.

She looked at the story that had transformed her. It was running to it’s conclusion, it’s erstwhile protagonist eagerly settling into life as a maid guided by the one she used to torment. It was cute, but a maid needed a mistress, and Hato had none. At least, she didn’t have one yet.

That cute maid she had tormented had transformed her utterly without even trying; surely, she was the one fit for the title of ‘Countess of Corruption’; surely she would be a proper Mistress; her story had been so strong that it had transformed Hato through it’s desire to be completed, using her as material to write with. But as she was, Hato knew Lupa would have no interest in taking her deserved status. So maybe she could help her new Mistress along…

She stopped petting Lupa, allowing the young woman to start to regain her senses as Hato summoned herself a pen to write with. “Don’t worry, Mistress, your loyal maid will make sure to give you a form befitting your status.” Hato said

Lupa looked at her uncomprehendingly, still recovering from the vigorous session of pets. “Bwuh?”

Hato struck through the ending with her pen. The two maids would not simply live happily ever after just like that. The book shook in her hand, but it didn’t reject the edit, the text vanishing to give the maid space to write.

*It is known that a single maid, recently brought low from her former arrogance, must be in want of a Mistress; and as there was none on hand at the moment, her former victim seemed the perfect candidate. The same magic that had transformed the Countess seemed to take an equal interest in her servant, if for opposite reasons, and her transformation began…

Lupa looked down at herself as she felt the pull of magic on her clothes. The maid’s dress she was wearing began to shift, the apron she was wearing vanishing into nothing while her skirt grew longer and longer. “A-Ah! Hato, w-what are you doing?” she stammered.

“I’m making my Mistress look the part.” Hato said simply.

Lupa winced - there was a good reason that she’d told Hato not to look. An incomplete  story always wanted to be finished. In the Arcane Sanctuary, and written by one of it’s occupants, they had the power to force that. She saw the story Hato had taken - it was one she’d started about a haughty noblewoman becoming a cute maid and joining her former favored victim, but she’d gotten side-tracked at some point. The story had seen them, decided they were close enough, and finished itself… but Hato wasn’t letting it end yet. “Maybe you should put that back…” she suggested.

Hato smiled at her. “Mistress, you really are far too humble. Have confidence; I am your maid, so make that an order and I shall do so.”

Lupa blushed. Hato, serving her? It was… well it was a bit hot yes but also embarrassing… she felt so hot that she couldn’t speak a word.

*The maid’s dress grew more and more elaborate, an emerald gown that emphasized her figure in just the right way, all suggestion but not revealing anything without further investigation; silken gloves and sockings adorned her extremities, and even something so simple as a hair tie was elegant lace. But it wouldn’t do to have a Mistress in such plain, if high quality, dress; gold and gems were a must.

Hato’s words flowed onto the page and as they did they became the truth. On Lupa’s gloved fingers were elaborate emerald and ruby rings, her neck was adorned by enough gold to give off a glare, even her tail had a golden ring at it’s base now. It was fancier than she was used to, to be sure. “I- H-Hato, please…”

“Yes, Mistress? Please what?” Hato said with a smile. “You are my Mistress; you need not be nervous when speaking to your property. I am at your command.” Really, she was almost too good. The humbleness was a good trait, and really quite cute, but it wasn’t appropriate for a Mistress. And so easily embarrassed.

This was going to need some more… direct, work. She set the book down - open, with the pen continuing to write on it’s own - as she approached Lupa. She tilted her chin upwards to look at her in the eye. “H-Hato, wha-” Lupa mumbled.

“I see I’ll have to teach you your role, Mistress.” she said, pressing up against her until they were against a wall. Lupa was a bit shorter than her fused form, but that just made her the same height as Hato; this meant Lupa was at a perfect height to have a pair of sizable mammaries pressing into her own. “Give me an order. Anything you want, and I’ll do it. You own me, so act like it.”

*The maid was meek and easily controlled; it was what had made her perfect for her job. Against the paradoxical aggressive subservience of the former noblewoman, there was little she could do to fight back. Even her mind was beginning to take on a more elegant shade, influenced by the words of submission.

Lupa knew her own magic. She even had a bit of resistance to it, which was why she hadn’t already ended up as a haughty noblewoman. But she couldn’t resist it forever, especially since that story had been written as Lulu - who was rather stronger than Luna and Lupa.

Lupa’s hair and tail began to shift; her bronze metallic color brightening as it shifted in composition to a more fitting metal. Gold was the appropriate metal for a noblewoman, and so her hair and lupine features would be gold. But that was only the physical side of her change. It would be fine to order Hato around a bit, if she was so insistent, right? She wanted to be dominated, so it was perfectly alright to at least order her to… she shook her head, trying to fight off the thoughts…

“Don’t worry, Mistress. I’ll help you.” Hato said. She pushed just a bit closer, stood just a bit taller, and suddenly Lupa got a face full of tits. Her whole body heated up with embarassment and not a little arousal as Hato’s soft mammaries squished against her - they were so warm and…

“Nnnhgh... “ Lupa groaned as she started to make a mess of her panties, her womanhood rapidly growing sopping wet (as if it hadn’t been damp enough from Hato’s earlier attention…). Hato’s hands soon discovered this.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Mistress.” She said, rubbing a hand against her snatch. “A maid’s duty is to please. Now, wouldn’t you give me an order to assist you? Or if you truly want me to stop, why not tell me to?”

*The maid was powerless against the arousing assault of her former superior, wild fantasies running through her head. At first they were submissive, reciprocating, but soon they began to morph into a different kind of pleasure - one of being served, rather than serving. A dominating fantasy ruled her mind, and she knew just a few words would make it a reality.

Lupa could no longer resist. It was too much, too fast. “H-Hato… please… h-help me with this arousal…” she breathed. She wanted to see Hato on her knees, between her legs.

Hato grinned. “Of course, Mistress.” She fell to her knees, and flipped up Lupa’s skirt. It was visibly damp with her arousal, beads of liquid sliding down her stockings. “You should have told me sooner, Mistress. I could have prevented it from ruining your undergarments.”

“I-sorry…” Lupa said… Wait, that was wrong? “Actually, don’t question it. J-Just get going...”

“Of course Mistress.” Hato said. She slid her panties down, revealing a glistening vagina, quivering with need. The newly made servant eagerly leaned forward to taste of her owner.

Lupa was not quiet. She was loudly moaning and groaning from the moment Hato’s tongue made contact with her outer folds, hands falling down to the maid’s head and keeping her firmly in position. Hato was eager to please, and didn’t need the encouragement; she soon pushed her tongue inside, her Mistress’ juices the most divine nectar she could imagine.

At this point, the wolf-girl was beyond the point of caring what this was doing to her. She was horny beyond belief, and needed to be satisfied. It didn’t matter if, as she pulled Hato against her snatch tighter, she was growing more dominant. It didn’t matter if this was taking advantage of her situation. What mattered was that she needed to fuck, and that she had someone very willing to do whatever she asked.

As Hato licked and sucked away to find the best places to pleasure, Lupa found she enjoyed this on more than just the physical level. Hato was serving her. Beneath her. She had completely submitted, and it was just a matter of accepting that submission. Lupa moaned loudly. “Hah… yes… just like that… maid…” she groaned. She didn’t need to call Hato by name anymore; she was just the help. She grabbed her by the braid, and pulled her as tight as she could, forcing her to bury her face in Lupa’s pussy.

Hato was only more enthusiastic as she felt her Mistress settling into the role. She was beginning to understand her status; if she wished to use Hato as a tool, then that was her right. She would be as good a tool as she could be; the very thought of serving, of being used as a sex toy, had Hato’s own vagina dripping wet.

The pleasure built, and built, until there was no chance to build higher. With a loud groan and another yank of Hato’s braid, Lupa came at the same time as Hato did. The shriek of pleasure was the ending punctuation of her transformation, and of the story that Hato had set in motion; the magic settled on the two, leaving them as Maid and Mistress.

Hato withdrew, finally, as Lupa finally began to calm down. “I hope I was of assistance, Mistress.”

Lupa looked down at her, seeing her fluids spattered across the maid’s face. Her womanhood twitched with arousal again… and satisfaction. “...You were adequate, maid.” she said. “Come now. We have other business to attend.”

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Gabriella was boooored. Luna and Lupa had left a while ago, leaving her to make sure nothing weird happened with new arrivals. She’d been all ready to go and do her duty, but then nobody had come! What was the point of a guard dog if nobody showed up for her to guard against?

She heard two sets of footsteps coming down the halls, and her ears perked up. Were Luna and Lupa back? Had they brought their friends? Gabriella always wanted to make new friends, maybe this time they’d notice her…

The first ones to arrive were a maid and a fancy-looking woman. Except they were reversed from what they should be. One was Lupa, clad in dazzling jewelry with her bronze hair and wolf features turned to gold, and the other was the white haired woman that had ignored her the first time, but now she was dressed all frilly instead of in a suit. Gabriella rushed over. “Hi! Hi! I introduced myself earlier, but you didn’t hear, I’m Gabriella, I’m Lulu’s guard dog and pet and best friend- and also Luna and Lup-”

A hand found it’s way to Gabriella’s head, and she nuzzled against it. “Mistress.” Lupa said simply. “Call me Mistress, dog.”

Gabriella didn’t understand, but she didn’t mind. “Ok, Mistress!” she said cheerfully. She sniffed the air. “Oooh, did you two have some fun-”

Another hand went to her head, this time from Hato, while Lupa strode into the room proper and placed herself at the table. “Good girl, good girl…” the white haired maid said quietly. “I’m Hato. I’m sorry for my poor treatment of you earlier, I was very full of myself and didn’t understand my true place in the world. I am Mistress’ loyal maid now. It is good to meet a fellow servant.”

Gabriella’s tail was wagging up a storm as Hato pet her. “We can be friends! Best friends!”

Meanwhile, from another entrance came another two figures. One was indeed the second guest of the Arcane Sanctuary - but rather different than Gabriella would remember him.  For one, he wasn’t a he. While he’d been feminine before, she was now most definitely female through and through; even if she didn’t smell like it (or smell like much of anything, even to Gabriella’s keen nose), the fact was she was next to naked and her figure would be difficult to mistake for that of a man. She was all silver, from the top of her head and hair down to her toes, with lines of pink running along her body.

The young lady next to her was in much the same state, with the notable addition that it was in fact Luna. She hadn’t been spared the transformation, now an equally sexy gynoid to her companion, moving with mechanical efficiency and grace.

“Ohohoho~” Lupa laughed, a rather haughty sound that grated on the ears, “What’s this, sister? Found yourself a bit of trouble, have we?”

“Yes…” Luna sighed. From her attitude, her mind hadn’t seemed to be effected yet. “How was I supposed to know those nanobots were infectious? They only just took over their world of origin, we didn’t even have it on the records yet…”

“And why did this lead to you being transformed?” Luna asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“He was annoying me.” Luna explained, rubbing the back of her head. “He kept ignoring me to play with artifacts, and he didn’t even have the decency to get transformed as a result. So I grabbed a ball of the stuff and… well, you can see.”

“Mistress reported excessive arousal afterwards, so I assisted. Even after orgasm, she insisted that I continue. She still showed exceedingly high arousal, so I complied to improve her comfort.” Dakra said mechanically.

“Mistress, hm?” Lupa said.

“And what happened to you, if you’re so smug about it- ooooh…” Luna trailed off.

“My lovely maid helped me become who I was meant to be.” Lupa said dismissively. She knew the artifact Luna was talking about… which meant she could…

Luna yelped as Lupa pushed a button on her thigh, presenting the same holographic screen Dakra had shown. “Wait, Lupa, what are you-” Luna stammered, before her eyes winked out and her body went to a stock still standby mode. Lupa played with the sliders a bit - she had been so meek before, it was good to have a chance like this to mess with Luna for once…

Luna’s eyes flickered back on as a bright pink. “Ready to serve, Mistress.”

“That’s much better.” Lupa said with satisfaction. “I think I need a massage, servant.”

“Of course, Mistress.” Luna said, moving behind her Mistress and beginning to rub her shoulders.

Dakra looked between them, before her AI logic decided that if her Mistress had declared Lupa as her Mistress, then she’d be Dakra’s as well. “Standing by for orders, Mistress.”

Hato joined with them. “Ah. Lovely to see another pair have realized the superiority of our Mistress.”

“Maid, prepare me some materials.” Lupa said as she relaxed into her robot servant’s massage, “I simply must write to preserve this~”

Hato got to work. Lupa laughed again - a part of her knew this would be temporary, as the Arcane Sanctuary would usually conspire to return it’s keeper to normal one way or another, but this was fun while it lasted~