Addicted to Grace followup: Tainted coils

[Mr. Nibz]

Hi guys. I'm back! Well I never really left but I am writing TF erotica again. (Took two years off to write a more mainstream novel.)

If you don't remember me I've got a few things on FA http://www.furaffinity.net/user/mr.nibz/

And I wrote Jaqueline's choice: http://www.amazon.com/Jacquelines-Ch.../dp/B007ZUHR5E (Still very proud of that one)

Now, thanks to the generous encouragement of a fan, I'm working on a follow up to a shorter story, Addicted to Grace. http://www.amazon.com/Addicted-Grace...2JS59PKJM2J4K3

The story is tentatively entitled Tainted Coils and I will be releasing it as an ebook with a few illustrations. Basically the "villain" in Addicted to Grace, the alchemist Melissa gets herself fucked forward and backwards, mentally and physically. Featuring a lot of TF, TG and gender confusion and thats just so far!

Anyway I thought I'd share a bit of the draft here. If folks like it, I'll post more and get some feedback for the ebook release.

Tainted Coils: (Warning first draft)

Melissa faced the monster, her arms crossed her jaw set as she stared up into the narrowed eyes that glared back down at her. “No, I can’t take you to the convocation unless you at wear the damn collar.” A trace of a waver fluttered through Melissa’s voice as she fought to keep her nerve, knowing full well just want the creature in front of her was capable of, the ruins of her shop stood testament to that. Every single item of furniture in the small had been reduced to a collection of splinters and saw dust by the beast. Yet, fear had nothing to do with the waver in her voice or the marshaling of Melissa’s will. Melissa’s fingers itched to reach up and curl around the taunt nipples that glowed a soft purple protruded from breasts that dwarfed the size of her head. Her lips yearned to press against the abomination’s own and feel the tickle of her whiskers as her to smooth tongue was engulfed in roughness.

“No Collars.” The beautiful monster growled through her almost human lips, the rough edge of the voice made Melissa’s knees quiver. Once, merely two days ago she had been nothing more than a simple thief and a male one at that but Melissa’s innocent experiment slash attempt to teach the potion addicted thief a lesson went haywire had left him irreversibly altered. No trace of Friday’s former existence remained, his stocky build replaced with supple feline curves that oozed both feminity and power. Her body that of a changed from feline at the hips and flowed to a human shape at the shoulders, bearing three sets of breasts, each one huge but perfectly size to her body. The tips of her triangular brushed the shop’s nine foot high ceiling even as she sat on her haunches, a long bony tail, studded with sharp spikes and ending in a lethal looking blade. Great wings sloped from her back and enveloped her body when folded, her body coated with luxuriously soft fur and feathers so black that without the brightest of light Friday’s body appeared to be a silhouette. Her legs, front and back ended in paws wider than Melissa waist, concealing claws that had ripped deep ruts in the solid stone floor of the shop. All these things together spoke of beauty merged with feral power. Yet what Melissa found most captivating were her lover’s eyes, all three of them. Set in a human face flavored with a short muzzle, her paired eyes were of this glimmering purple, the irises could open so wide that Melissa could just fall into them. While the merest look from those eyes could harden’s Melissa’s nipples and raise her newly acquired manhood to stiff attention, it was the third eye that excite her beyond mere lust. Composed of crystalize magic, through it Friday could see the weaves of magic all around them and manipulate complex spells with all the effort of pulling a lever.

That eye was the reason that Melissa needed to convince Friday to stay the hell away from the wizard convocation. If any of them got an inkling of what it could do, Friday would be killed and that crystal would be extracted before you could say “material component.” Fortunately Melissa knew enough about cats and Friday’s former self that telling her not to go would backfire like a pile of dragon bile placed next to an open flame. She pouted for her beautiful lover as she placed the sliver collar on the table, taking the illusionary beast control spell from it in the process. “Then you’ll have to stay here.”

“I do not fear wizards. Let them see me.”

Melissa rolled her pale blue eyes and gave in to an urge, stepping forward to embrace the sphinx’s foreleg, pushing her face into the softness of the shadow fur. The softness tugged at her ears, at the large hooped ear rings set in their lobes where spells of protection were layered. The fur hungered for magic and it was probably the sole the smashing and mixing of hundreds of potions had resulted in a large crater. Melissa sighed contently at the memory of that night, the smell of the sex still lingered, large parts to her wanted to be what she had been on that night. A huge panther that had only thought of one thing and one thing only. And in Friday Melissa had that one thing. Unfortunately, now returned to her senses reality intruded as it always did in the aftermath. Melissa’s shop was ruined and she did not have the gold needed to replace her stock and more worryingly if anyone saw Friday, they’d both be put to death. They needed supplies first and Melissa still had a few favors she could call in at the concovation. She ran her fingers up and down Friday’s leg and tried to ignore her desire to run some other body part through the softness. “I don’t fear the wizards for you, I fear the crossbows. The ones they kill dragons with Love.”

“Fine.” Friday grumbled but Mel felt the tension leave the muscles bethen her hands. “Go. Leave me stuck here all alone.” She pulled herself out of Mel’s grasp, the shop was barely larger than two body lengths wide and maybe three deep. Two paces and she reached the wall of the shop where they had laid down almost every blanket Mel possessed.

Mel sighed with relief. “Alright, I’ll be back before midnight.”

A dangerous smirk played at the corner of Friday’s mouth, “But you can’t go just yet.”

“What?”

In response Friday rolled onto her side and thrust out her chest to display her six pert breasts, that Mel knew just how delicious they were in her hands. That memory of those thick nipples clutched in her hands as the beast moaned for more beneath sent heat rushing between her legs, swelling the thick shaft that reside there and caused a tell tale lump in the front of Mel’s wizard robe. Mel squeaked with embrassement as her hands shot out, not to cover the lump but to lift the fabric away from the tip to avoid any sloppy precum.

“Friday! This is my last robe!”

A feline tongue licked Friday’s chops. “Oops, well you certainly can’t go out with that. Best let me take care of it.” The cat’s purr of satisfaction filled the room.

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Two hours later Melissa managed to escape her mate’s clutches and stumble out of Mel’s apocarthy. Her long golden hair a disheveled mess. A quick grooming cantrip restored it to a soft flowing mane that had often drove her customers to distraction. The robe was a bit of harder fix, it was a plain robe, brown with some light embroidery about the collar and sleeves. Functional day to day but not really something you wanted to show up at a social function with

Three hours later Melissa arrived at the massive pyramid structure that held the convocation that had until a week ago been a wide open park. A dome of blueish energy sparkled in the noon sun, like a rainbow of a single color had swallowed the entire structure. Mel approached it from the south where a stone arch interrupted the flow of energy. Her golden hair framed her slight face within a sea of curls. The brown robe marked her as a journey woman of the arts and the frumpy nature of the robe communicated that she was not interested any sort of social interaction unless it involved actual magic theory. So Mel hoped at least. Under normal circumstances Mel wouldn’t be caught dead in her workshop robe at a convocation but with a pair of very sensitive balls the size of kiwis dangling between her legs Mel had left normal long behind. The gatekeeper, flanked by some of the largest city guards men Mel had ever seen waved her through imperiously after she gave him her name. As she hurried down the path towards the pyramid she imagined how the scene would differ if she had brought Friday with her. Even the best of the best cases ended with the pair of them dragged before an Archmage. The merest thought of one of those ancient dirty men peering at her privates gave her the willies.

As Melissa crossed through the yawning opening into the pyramid, styled to resemble a gator’s mouth a barrage of sound assaulted her, while flairs of color assailed her eyes. The great magical market was in full swing. Vendors from all 12 of the enlightened races squabbled for attention from the multitude of robed figures that strolled among the stalls. Above three suns danced in a purple sky as a sweet breeze played over the tops of the tented stalls. The council had gone all out this year. Mels eyes watered as a sudden sensation of loss reached out of the shadows to clutch her heart. Did she really intend to leave this all behind? For the sake of a single failed experiment? After all the plan had to make Friday into an over sex cat and servant. Not exactly noble intentions to begin with. But now, the thought of creature that fat thief had become dying, or even suffering made Mel’s heart clench. Friday was hers! Hers to protect! Hers to love! And Hers to fuck!

“Uh excuse me.” A small voice made Melissa jump. Suddenly realizing she had stopped moving and had been standing in the doorway like a slack jawed apprentice, she scurried out of the way.

“Sorry!” She mumbled.

A kindly looking witch smiled at her showing serrated teeth. “Don’t worry dear, give it a few more decades, you’ll be jaded like the rest of us.” Then tottered away into the crowd, whistling to herself.

Mel winced at woman’s back. Standing here, bleeding angsty thoughts on the pathway wasn’t going to get her anywhere. First she needed to get rid of the anchor on her thoughts that sat between her legs. Fortunately she knew just the sorceress to go to for gender issues. Mistress Salzany wouldn’t be in the bawdry market, Mel would have to find the entrance to the halls up stairs, where the real power lay.

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The gate into the upper levels for journey men was always locked with a clever puzzle but at this point in the convocation the normally invisible stairway was simple to find thanks to snarl of foot traffic through an empty looking tent. A flash of jealousy flared as she passed the hall of inquiry and the line of fidgeting Journy men and women. Mel had counted on being among their number today once upon a time. She allowed herself a small bout of fuming as she pressed on deeper into the halls of learning. The room she was searching for would not be among those of the brightly lit corridors lined with frescos depicting Merlin and the seven seers. Her feet guided her along a half remembered path, away from the bright lights and the heady scent of ancient tomes. The checkered tile of the floor began to dance beneath her soles, the squares warping and twisting around each other in a lewd suggestion as the torch light dimmed to simmering glow. Mel looked up to find the hallway no longer straight but sporting a sensuous curve as it led her to a door shape like a rose. “Mistress Salzany’s special enchantments” scrawled in a flirty script over the door.

The door smelled of a heavy spice that pushed into Mel’s lungs and seemed to bring warmth to her entire body. Carefully Mel opened the door a crack and peered into the room beyond. There some forty feet away, standing in a lone spotlight in an other wise dark room stood the mistress herself. Clad in a flowing red gown that clung to every hint of a curve to her lithe figure, the red matched her lips on her alabaster face, made all the lighter by her ebony black hair, tied back into a high tail that swept down past her waist. On the stage she moved about with sinuous grace of a dancer, her lips whispering secrets to the crowd gathered in the darkness around her. Mel watched, hypnotized as she rolled her hips lewdly as part of some joke that Mel could not hear. In her own mind she had taken hold of them, letting her claws tear through the delicate wrapper of a dress to reveal the moist flower that hid beneath. She’d take her then, in front of everyone until the great mistress of sexual sorcery howled like an animal for more!

Mel stepped through the door before her rational mind could catch up to her fantasy and latch cracked like thunder through the quiet room. The force of twenty eyes slammed into her like a physical force shattering the fantasy, Mel cringed, depresate to hide the rock hard cock that tent poled her robe.

“Oh good.” The Mistress Salzany smile turned to a radiant grin, full of warmth. “Just when I was about to ask for a volunteer.” Her long fingers began to trace out a rune in the hair before her that Mel did not recognize. But before she could crystalize the defensive glyphs in her mind Salzany completed her spell and sent it speeding towards her.

Mel squeaked as something closed around her cock.

“Ladies and Gentleman I give you Salzany’s sensuous touch.”

It squeezed her tight and the sudden pleasure drove Mel down to her hands and knees. Mel tried to protest but only a moan of pleasure emerged from her throat as the pressure began to ride up and down her cock.

“Now it only works if the target is already quite aroused but the lust spell I put on the door took care of that.”

A lust spell! Mel hadn’t even seen it. She whimpered helplessly as the pressure in her balls began to build. Bowing her head she prayed that nobody would recognize her or worse see that the spell had latched onto a decided unfeminine part of anatomy. One of her hands slipped inside her robe to twist her own nipples. The force of the stimulation battled with crushing force of the humiliation of being watched in this state.

“As you can see she’s in not being injured in any way. The spell, thanks to the intellengece runes knows precisely how much pressure to apply and where to either a male or a female. Thats crucial. Otherwise the spell becomes very unpleasant.”

Mel knew just how much cum the great feline balls she sported could produce. As the spell rode her it used her own precum for lubercation, feeling more and more like a delicious moist pussy surrounding her, pounding up into her. If she didn’t do something she was either going to splatter the inside of her last robe with a half gallon of semen or open up her robe and let twenty leering wizards know what Friday had done to her. Yet, if it had intelligence rune, the a conduit to enlightenment should dispel it. Quick runes had never been Mel’s strong point, hence the speciality in making potions, not slinging spells but she force her hand away from tease her tits and shakily began to trace the rune on the next to her.

“Oooh thats very good dear!” Salzany cooed. “You do need to be a bit faster though if you don’t want me to counter your counter.”

The speed of the spell doubled, jack hammering up and down Mel’s shaft. Her mouth opened in a breathless scream, the pleasure scattering her mental image of the rune. The pressure redoubled, she couldn’t fight it, her balls quivered as the arm that had been supporting her gave out. She fell onto her side, the pressure of the spell drove on to her back, as she clutched for some sort of grip on the floor. This was wrong, there should be somebody, anybody to hold onto. Sex this powerful this raw wasn’t supposed to be solo. Her feet found traction and forced her hips into the air. A collective gasp filled the room as her robe fell away revealing her altered antimony for everyone to see. Melissa felt no shame at it, there was no room for shame in her mind as she thrust against the empty air. The spell was blur of white energy surround her swollen and barbed cock, fully extended from its black furred sheath below which two massive balls swung with the rhythm of her hips. Nor were those the extent of the changes, with every coupling with Friday the fur had crept a little further along her skin and now had engulfed her hips and thighs while sending exploratory tendrils of fur up her now muscular stomach towards her breasts.

With a strangled cry of release Mel’s cock came like a cannon, a stream of smacked into the ceiling, sending the assembled wizards scrambling in the dark to avoid the spatter. A scream erupted from them as the second and third pulses followed a more arcing trajectory, catching a few of the voyurers in the chest and face. The rest erupted in peals of laughter. Laughter that sank into Mel ear’s like the venomous claws of valkiary sand devils. With release came clarity, with clarity came utter humiliation. Mel curled herself into a ball and prayed to the gods for swift merciful death.

[Amahain]

Welcome back! Nice story!

[frice2000]

It is pretty rough as there are lots of spelling and word choice errors. And those two aren't my favorite ones of your characters at all. But it'll be interesting to see anything new from you.

[Crystala]

Originally Posted by frice2000

It is pretty rough as there are lots of spelling and word choice errors. And those two aren't my favorite ones of your characters at all. But it'll be interesting to see anything new from you.

In his defense he self edits well but when drafting his spelling grammar are beyond bad. He is just sharing at a much earlier point publically than he usually does.

Character choice is due to the request from a third party, not myself.

I need to read the first story before I can read and offer comments on this though. I am a bad friend. :/

[maoric]

I actually recently re-read Addicted to Grace, believe it or not. Looking forward to how the sequel shapes up.

[Mr. Nibz]

Thanks for the encouragement ya all. Like I said, this is super rough and I probably shouldn't let anyone see anything straight from the press like this. Had a great writing day yesterday: 2000 words. More than I typically write in a week. I got a little excited and decided to share.

Edit: Actually this is how I did Jacqueline's choice. I posted the story raw and unedited at Doc's lab as I wrote it. Then edited the heck out of it for the ebook. Debating whether or not thats a good idea now but we'll see how I feel. Story's targeted at 10K and I have a feeling I might go over that a Tad to fit everything I want to do. If I can maintain my current speed of about 1000 words a day I'll finish by next weekend. (Unlikely but hey a guy's gotta dream)