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Consequences – Anthro mix TF TG

Hello, I am Terra. My name used to be Colton, or at least it was before I met my Mistress. How did it happen? Well, it’s a long story, so let me tell you everything.

See, I used to be part of a street gang in Portland three years back. Well, it wasn’t so much a “gang” as it was “a collection of three or four lazy, apathetic people who mostly stuck to pranks”, and we were mostly active at Halloween. And that’s where we got into trouble. You see, this year, we picked the street where a house belonging to an immigrant was located. Her house was down a really long driveway that extended into the woods where her house was, and when I say “house”, I mean “three-story mansion”. She loved her privacy, so she wasn’t too much trouble, unless someone did something to her property. When this happened, the person who offended her was invited over for a chat. Said person then would “move out”. The police could never pin anything on her, because there were no bodies ever found.

Anyway, we were driving around the neighborhood, when one of us, a light-brown haired girl named Marcie and my girlfriend of two weeks, piped up suddenly.

“Hey guys, there’s Miss C’s place!”

“Yeah, so?” I said, not getting her intention.

“It looks too clean and pristine for a Halloween night. What do you say we fix that?” she replied, holding up an egg in her hand.

“I don’t know, Marcie. People who do those types of things have a nasty habit of disappearing.” I warned.

“So why don’t we just park two streets over, walk over to her house while sticking to the shadows, and then egg her house?” said Brad. Brad was the more juvenile, literally red-headed stepchild member of our group, and the one who sought to outdo himself when we pranked people.

“Yeah, why not?” said Pete, who was apathetic and did what everyone else wanted.

Pete’s response was soon taken up by everyone, and I caved. I must also admit that I was not entirely against the idea. Thus we followed Brad’s plan to a T, and after sneaking down her ridiculously long driveway, we stepped on her lawn and let the eggs fly. Out of all of us, Brad did the most damage to the house, mostly because he hogged all the eggs and because I was a lousy shot. After we used up all our eggs, we spray painted her house. We probably should have left it at that, but Brad, as usual, wasn’t satisfied.

“Hey, what do you say we sneak into her house?” Brad said with an impish grin.

“Nah, we’ve done enough damage for one night, Brad.” I answered, trying to keep him contained. “Besides, you know what will happen if she catches you.”

“So what? That makes it more of a challenge!” he replied.

“I’m game.” Pete said.

“Tell you what, you two wait out here, and if we don’t come back in ten minutes, come in and get us. Or call the police, it doesn’t matter.”

“But guys, wait!” I said too late, as Brad and Pete entered one of the windows on her house.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. At last, we began to wonder what happened to Brad and Pete.

“We’ve got to check on them and get them out of trouble,” Marcie said, putting one leg over the windowsill.

“I suppose you’re right,” I agreed, and with that we climbed into Miss C’s house.

We walked through the mansion, and it was as big as rumors had it to be. The interior of the house was filled with dozens of works of art, all from the Mediterranean and all with one common theme.

“It’s a bunch of anthros,” said Marcie, who knew about such things.

Indeed, there were panther men, wolf men, lion men, and other such beings. There were also a large number of pig statues in her house. As we reached the main entrance, we could see a fountain with water gushing out of it. Obviously Miss C was very rich, thus explaining one of Brad’s reasons for robbing her.

Suddenly, we heard a noise of feet approaching. Marcie turned to look at me and I turned to look at her.

“Hide!” she whispered, pulling me behind a large bookcase and then getting behind it herself. The source of the noise came into view, and we both stared in shock at what we saw.

There were two figures in view. Both appeared to be well-built chicks wearing your typical evil female Amazon outfits, complete with a cape, gold collars apparently denoting them as servants, spears, and long blue and black hair (respectively). However, I was pretty sure that chicks didn’t have blue or black fur (respectively), or muzzles, or cat ears, or paws. And I was definitely sure they didn’t have tails. They looked like the statues we’d seen in the hall.

Marcie’s eyes widened, and mine were just as wide as the two feline chicks stopped directly in front of our bookshelf.

“This area appears secure,” said the black-furred one, who appeared to be the leader.

“Nya, I still can’t believe those two hooligans were stupid enough to try to rob Mistress!” said the blue-furred one.

Brad. Pete.

“Well, they were and now they and their companions will pay the price.”

“Are you sure there are more, Linette?”

“Absolutely, Clio! Mistress saw four of them out there, and she said two entered eighteen minutes after the other two.”

At that, we suddenly realized that we were in peril. Marcie squeezed my hand as the two guards stopped in front of our shelf.

“Linette?”

“Yes, Clio?”

“They’re behind this bookshelf. I can smell them, nya.” Clio said, pointing her nose toward us as our hearts skipped a beat.

Linette stepped forward and took a sniff in our direction. Then she smiled.

“All right you two. Game’s up, nya! Come out!”

Marcie looked at me and mouthed the words No way. I nodded and then motioned towards the bookshelf. She looked at it a few seconds before realizing what I had in mind. Together we began to push the bookshelf until it tipped over and then took off running.

“Aha! There you are, nya!” Linette said, brandishing a spear and chasing us, Clio following behind. “Surrender now, and we won’t beat you up before taking you to Mistress!”

“Run, Marcie!” I yelled, not liking the sound of that last part.

We ran and ran through the halls. In the confusion, I lost my grip on Marcie’s hand, and by the time I realized it, she was being pursued down a different hall, and I had to keep running lest Clio caught me. After a few minutes, I saw that Clio wasn’t about to be tired, so I decided to try and lose her instead. I ran towards a door, and opened it suddenly. Clio ran into it at full speed and fell to the ground in pain. I seized the opportunity, and entered the doorway, closing and locking it behind me.

Phew! I’m safe. Now to find Marcie and get out of here.

It was then that a voice I had not expected or wished to hear interrupted my thoughts.

“Hello there, Colton. We’ve been expecting you.”

I turned around and saw a figure I had never wanted to see. It was followed by a figure I knew all too well. It was Miss C. Miss C was a woman with olive skin, brown hair, green eyes, and wearing a traditional Greek toga. Flanking her were Linette and several other anthros guards. In front of Linette and at spear point was Marcie. Linette and Marcie looked like they had been in a fight, but Marcie had gotten the worst of it. I turned to run, but the door behind me opened, and Clio came in and pointed her spear at me, forcing me forward. When I was lead beside Marcie, Miss C turned and stood in front of us with her hands beneath her hips.

“My, my, my. You two gave Clio and Linette quite the workout. Luckily, they led you to me, saving me time and energy. Now, what do you two have to say for yourselves?” she lectured.

“Look, we don’t want any trouble; we just came to get two friends of ours and then leave. Really!” Marcie said.

“I’m sure you are, which is why you two helped them egg my house and then spray paint all over the side; after which you two led my guards on a wild and destructive chase around my house. I didn’t believe their sob story, and I won’t believe yours!” she replied with hidden anger in her voice.

“Just where are Brad and Pete?” I asked, not seeing them in the crowd. Unless…

“Bianca! Petra! Come in!”

The doors opened, and in walked two more female anthros. One was a red-furred wolf; the other a brown-furred cougar. Both had long, silky hair to match their fur, and both were wearing handywoman outfits with openings in the rear for their tails. Around their necks hung those magnificent golden collars signifying their slave status. They came before Miss C and bowed, at which point I knew exactly what had happened to our friends. And also, what would happen to us.

“Brad. Pete!” Marcie said, as the same realization hit her too.

“Not anymore.” Miss Circe, and it was Circe, I realized, said. “They’re now my new groundskeepers, cleaning up after the messes inconsiderate hooligans like they formerly were make.”

“Yes, Mistress? What is your command?” asked Brad, no, Bianca now.

“How is the work on the repairs going?”

“Decent, Mistress. It should be completed in about two hours maximum.” Petra answered.

“Good. Now get back to work.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The two replied as they got up and proceeded to leave. Once they had left, Miss Circe turned to us.

“By now you probably know who I am. I am Circe, the greatest sorceress to ever live. And before you ask, yes the legends about me are true. After Odysseus left, I moved around from place to place and ultimately decided to come here. However, I still found that people, especially men, were as vile as they were in my day. At this point, I discovered the furry fandom from two young people I caught on my property. Using it as inspiration, I changed them into my first anthros. You may know them as my head guards Clio and Linette here.”

Clio and Linette bowed to their Mistress, who responded by nodding in their direction before turning back to us and continuing with her monologue.

“With this, I was able to finally move into a proper palace and… hire servants and guards. Of course, no one ever found any bodies, so no one could build a case against me, and money was enough to buy off many others. The more persistent ones ended up here working as maids or whatnot. And now it’s time for you to join their ranks.”

As she said this, Circe pointed her finger at Marcie. A red aura surrounded her, and she was immobilized and levitated a few feet off the ground.

“Linette here says you put up quite the fight in order to escape.”

“That she did, Mistress.”

“With such spirit, you’d make a perfect guard; with proper training of course.”

Marcie’s hair changed color from light-brown to green as it grew longer and longer until it nearly reached the floor. Light green patches of fur began forming on her arms and legs, as her body slendered, losing most of its fat and replacing it with muscle. Her chest slightly increased in size as her face reshaped itself, becoming a clearly feline muzzle as fur grew on it. Her old teeth were replaced with pointier ones, and her nose shrank into her face and turned black as her ears went triangular in shape and moved to the top of her forehead. Her hands shrank and became paws, as her shoes disappeared to reveal the same fate had happened to them. The rear end of her pants ripped apart as a magnificent tail slithered out of the hole in behind her. Finally, her clothes changed to match Linette’s, minus the shoulder pads and cape.

“Your new name is Marcia, and your job is to defend me with your life if necessary.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Marcia replied. I wasn’t sure if she was brainwashed or not, but she seemed quite eager to spend her life serving Circe for a long time.

Circe smiled, and then turned to Linette.

“Linette!”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Take Marcia to the weapons room and give her the proper weaponry she needs, and then take her to her new quarters. In one hour, her training begins.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Linette replied. With that, she and Marcia walked towards the door and left the room. After they were gone, Circe turned towards me and I felt the red aura surround me too.

“May I ask you a few questions? I want to know some things before I join your servants.” I asked, stalling for time.

“You may.”

“First question: How long is our service for?”

“You will serve me for as long as I live or until Hades bugs me to send some of you to him.” She answered.

“But won’t I die?”

“My magic will keep you young while you serve me.”

“Oh. Second question: Will I turn into a girl?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Men are slobs with few redeeming qualities. Women are better. You have two questions left.”

“Ok. Third question: Will there be any brainwashing?”

“Yes and no. Yes, you will be conditioned to properly serve and to love doing so, but you will still have your old memories. However, you will look back on them as your dark period and walk brilliantly into your new future. I gave you and Marcia some small mercy and let you two keep your memories. However, Bianca and Petra were given no such quarter.”

“Fourth question: What will I become?” I asked, preparing myself for my final moments as myself.

“Hmm… let’s see…” she said, looking at a list of what were probably her vacant spots on her staff, before responding.

“Ah, I have an opening in the kitchen from the last time Hades visited. You’ll fit in there quite nicely.”

 The aura now began to change me, as I saw my hair turn from its normal color to a dark gray color and felt it flow down my back until it reached the lower part of my back. My bangs grew until my right eye was covered by it, and I could feel the fur growing on my face and body. I suddenly felt lighter, and glanced at my arms to see that they were much smaller than they were before. My body lost its fat and curved into an hourglass shape as said fat moved into my gluteal region, making it sway whenever I moved. The fat also grew into two mounds on my pectoral area that grew to about a size C, and would have ripped my shirt if my clothes suddenly hadn’t changed to a chef’s outfit, complete with a hat on my head and a hole in the back for my new tail. My shoes disappeared, and I could see my feet had also become paws. My face pulled out into what I could tell was a vulpine muzzle as my nose turned black and my teeth became fangs. My mind was being overwhelmed with my new sense of smell and, as my ears became triangular and moved more to the top, my sense of hearing.

Well, this is it for my old life, I thought as my mind began to change, but who cares? As long as I serve my Mistress without question, I’ll be content. I don’t know why I’d ever disobey her. She is my life, and I wish to please her.

With that thought in my head, I bowed low as I gazed upon my Mistress lovingly. She smiled and patted my head, sending waves of joy through my body and causing my tail to wag in happiness. Mistress is petting me! It feels good to be loved by her!

“Now, what should I call you now that Ted is no longer a suitable name?” my Mistress said as she continued patting my head. Since Mistress is a woman of infinite wisdom, she came up with a suitable name very soon.

“I know! How about ‘Terra’ after Mother Earth?” she asked me as she laid off on the patting. I thought about it for a while and then nodded.

“It’s a perfect name, Mistress! I like it a lot!”

“Very well. Now, you will go to your quarters and rest until 6 A.M. At that time, you’ll wake up and someone will lead you to the kitchen, where you’ll be taught by my head of staff in the kitchen Lorelei here” (and here she motioned to a female wolf anthro in an outfit like mine to my right) “and she’ll be your boss second only to me. Meals will be served at 8 A.M., 1 P.M., and 7 P.M., and you will work until then. After that you will get the rest of the night until midnight to do as you please. Do I make myself clear?” My Mistress commanded me.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand completely!”

“Now go. Your quarters are in the east wing of the first floor.” My Mistress said. I quit bowing and left to obey my Mistress’s orders.

And that is how my new life of service began. Lorelei was a bit upset at being awakened at 2 A.M., but she eventually accepted me as part of the kitchen staff and I have cooked many dishes since. Marcia and I are still girlfriends (in the sisterly sense, of course), and I hear she’s in the running when Linette steps down as Captain of the Guard. Bianca and Petra are still working groundskeeping and I still see them from time to time. My thoughts about my old life? I was young, foolish, and male back then. Mistress saved me from myself and made something out of me. I wouldn’t trade my position for anything.

 

 

This is a request fulfillment for hero1211.deviantart.com/. He asked me to surprise him with the TF. I hope he's surprised!

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CrazedFloof's avatar
Good story, and you sure know how to make one feel sorry for them. you are good at mc and hypnosis.