Chapter 35
It did occur to Tinny that they could just ignore the person at the door. The shop was still closed.
Unfortunately, the thought came after their mutated fingers tugged the door open. Cursing their ingrained customer service habit, they resolved to politely tell the knocker that they were closed and advise them to come back later.
Tinny blinked in confusion, not seeing a face like they expected but rather a column of black striped with white fur.
“Ah there you are Tinny! Finally found the right shop. Yay!” A high voice cheered.
Looking down, Tinny realized the column was attached to the rear of a diminutive beast woman. Under five feet tall and built like a dwarf made of pillows, particularly on her chest. Tinny’s gaze got momentarily stuck in the chasm of her fuzzy cleavage as she pushed them aside. She strode into the shop, her tail buffeting Tinny’s face.
The fluff spurred Tinny back to action.
“Sorry we’re-”
“Oh goodie, the mistress beat me here!” The woman said, sniffing the air and spinning to face Tinny, “And you’ve already been a snogging. Wonderful!”
Stripes, black nose, white stripes, big tail. Skunk. This woman was a skunk. With the factoid finally making it to Tinny’s conscious thoughts, more facts followed, a deluge of details. Her scandalously short skirt didn’t move correctly, and some details were blurry around her bosom. An illusion. The clothes were an illusion, but her animal face was not. Tinny was certain they did not know this beast woman. They didn’t know any beast women personally, and yet… Something about the zeal in her eyes and her beaming smile rang as familiar.
“Snogging?” Tinny repeated, the beast woman’s words replaying through their head several moments after the word had been spoken. “No. No. This is not a place for snogging. This is scriptorium. Now, Madam, if-”
“Then what happened to your hand?” The woman directed a broad claw at Tinny’s green fingers that still gripped the door handle.
“Nothing. Wizard things.” Tinny let go of the knob and let their sleeve fall over their hand.
“Awww its nothing to be ashamed of.” The skunk tittered as she rolled her eyes. “If she were resistible I’d be standing much taller, carrying my hammer and having no fun at all.”
“Hammer? Taller?” Tinny echoed, that eye roll was familiar too.
Then it clicked. Tinny’s eyelids opened with such force that their eyes nearly shot from their head. “Barnaby?!”
“Oh you got it in one!” The skunkess clapped her hands as she bounced up and down. Then immediately hugged her chest.
“Ow! I've gotta remember not to do that.” She winced, then brightened. “Heeey. You do all those magic drawing thingies right? Any chance you could draw me a little support extra support? Even wrapped, marching with all these is painful.”
“All these?” Tinny continued to stare, mind in complete shock. This… could not be Barnaby, the sanctimonious knight that hung around Cinder and Illiana. Yet the little mannerisms were all there, in the brash way she bullied her way through a conversation, the self-absorption. Tinny couldn’t unsee it but couldn’t figure how such an utter inversion could be possible.
“Yeah, all these!” Barnaby flicked a finger, her clothes disappeared and revealed her bounty of breasts bound in loose cloth. “The first three sets that really hurt if I run. Nearly smacked myself in the face a couple of times getting here and had to retie the wraps. Fortunately I can spray if I need to, otherwise I’d probably be riding swordsmen in the jail all night. Heeeheee!” With a tug of a knot in the back, the wraps fell from her torso, exposing her bounty fully.
Tinny couldn’t resist counting them all. Eight substantially large breasts stacked the length of her short torso. It was insane! Yet, seeing them made Tinny’s own nips harden and tingle, while a sense of warmth crept between their legs.
“Uh… Yeah. Maybe?” Tinny found themselves saying. “Clothes are hard. I have to draw them on a person.”
“Oh? You get to use your magic pen on me? That sounds fun.” Barnaby shimmied closer, beaming an eager grin. “I’ve never been drawn upon before. Maybe something a little lacy?” Bringing her fingertips to her neck and traced the outline of a plunging neckline, before hefting the top pair. “A rose embroidered between each of these? Could you do that?”
Watching this cavorting, Tinny imagination conjured a skunk wearing rose decorations and distracted them from any physical discomfort as their wide eyes doubled in size, their pupils stretching into vertical slits. The blue irises darkening to a dabbled rusty hue as they covered the whites of their eyes.
“I… Could do…” The that tongue strayed across Tinny’s their lips was far more pointed than a human’s. “Th… That.”
“After that, justice requires you to do whatever you want with me.” Barnaby whispered, thumbing over a rigid nipple. “As long as you make it look really sexy.”
“Sexy. You are very sexy.” Tinny mumbled, their mind struggling under a blanket of arousal. It crowded out all the objections that would usually appear for such a task and their quill appeared in their green fingers. Half a dozen bottles of shimmering inks appeared from the depths of Tinny’s sleeve. They uncapped themselves and Tinny dipped the point of the quill into one without glancing at them. “Roses, never done roses before.”
Tinny swept a thin line from Barnaby’s shoulder down across her chest. The ink shone across the fur, clear as if it were drawn on parchment. Barnaby watched, fascinated, as the wizard sketched the outlines of a garment across her body. Then returned to the rough outlines with a different ink, filling in details.
“The roses hide front fasteners. Leather straps and linen panels for support. Black lace accented with the red petals.” Tinny’s quill slashed through the air with almost audible speed, occasionally leaving their fingers entirely to draw a line around Barnaby’s back. Several times Tinny’s nose strayed into the thick fur and took a deep sniff of the heavy scent entangled in the fur. The bridge of their nose shortened and their tongue hung further out of their mouth. Scales crept around their increasingly glassy eyes.
“Tinny’s a Lizzy.” Barnaby giggled.
“Thats not…” Tinny attempted to protest, but a surge of lust stole their voice, turning it into heavy, wide-mouth pants. “Aaah, Haaaaa, Ahhh.”
Still, they completed the last line of their design. Magic swooshed and crackled as Tinny’s imagined creation became real. Barnaby squeaked as fabric cradled each of her eight breasts and gently lifted each one. Straps encircled her shoulders and waist, pulling taunt. She gasped as the weight of all those heavy breasts eased off her chest for the very first time.
“Oh that’s wonderful! You’re such a lovely little lizzy, Tinny.” Barnaby cooed, craning her neck to look at the embroidered rose perched between her breasts.
“NnnnNot aah.” Tinny’s head dipped further down from Barnaby’s bottommost pair. That oversized tongue flicked up between Barnaby’s legs and slid between the black lips nestled there. The skunk inhaled sharply, rising up onto her toes.
“Ooh, what a naughty lizzy you are.” Barnaby cooed grabbing the mage’s hood and shoving Tinny’s face between her thighs. “Do it again.”
Tinny obeyed, but midway through the slow, loving lap, an awareness of what they were doing breached the thick, syrupy coat of arousal. They withdrew with a sharp snap as Tinny reeled.
“Wttthat am I dthooing?” They cried, trying to backpedal, but the fabric of their robe snagged on Barnaby’s claws. In their panic, they backed out of the robe entirely. The sudden feeling of the comparatively chill air on the skin shocked them further from their lusty fugue. Their boney body shivered.
Barnaby smirked as she surveyed the near-naked wizard before her. Rail thin from a life of oft-forgotten appetites, two small pert breasts poked out from their chest while a pair of sodden panties, decorated with lightning bolts, covered Tinny’s neathers. Fine mottled green scales covered their hands and arms up to their elbows. A small tail poked out of one leg of their underwear. The most changed, was their face. Their mouths widened to the point of forcing their skull to grow with it, their facial hair replaced by the scales that now covered their head. The large, glassy eyes and the diminishing of their nose to mere slits gave an undeniable reptilian appearance.
Those large eyes focused on their hands, their long scaly fingers spread wide. The tips of them sported no claws, just large oval pads. Like those of the lizards that run up the walls of the buildings in the summer.
“Thwhath thappenthing to me?” Tinny asked, tentatively feeling the contours of their face.
“We’re going to help the mistress save the city!” Barnaby spoke with such brightness and zeal that Tinny paused their explorations and looked up at her.
“Save the city?” Tinny’s voice rose with incredulalty.
“Yes! The mistress said We need to finish our quest, bring the Eye of the Archmagus to the Dean of the University.” Barnaby said.
A roar erupted from the basement. Tinny jumped, but the skunkess merely flicked one ear.
“However, it sounds like the mistress is settled in for the night, so we will pause our quest until the morn and make camp. That means I have plenty of time to thank you for this lovely garment.” Barnaby slid her hands up and down her newly constrained breasts. Tinny’s eyes locked onto the movement.
“Eye of the Archmagus? Thwaaat’s what done thiss, doing thiss?” Tinny’s voice meandered as they watched Barnaby’s performance. Their mind tried to remind them that this being had been that sanctimonious fool. This was a perversion, a corruption. Cinder too, little more than a rut maddened beast. Tinny knew that they should run. Go to the guild, get help.
“Oh no. Goddess Illiana has done this to us. She will fill the world with the true justice, just as her starry magic filled me.” Barnaby lifted her arms and moved her hips in a sinuous pulse that undulated up her short curvy body. “Oooh yes, thats so much better. Look at me! I can dance now.”
Tinny couldn’t look away as Barnaby shimmied back and forth, the motion making her breasts swing like connected pendulums. Dance would be a strong word for it, but Tinny had never seen such a display for their benefit. Cinder was more of grab and pin them to the wall sort of lover. Two of Tinny’s long fingers reached past the waistband of their panties to rub at the large engorged clit that dwelled there.
“You know, much as I enjoy this garment. I think part of the fun of armor is the joy of taking it off. Wouldn’t you agree?” Barnaby stilled and pinched the clasp behind the topmost rose. The first set of breasts practically exploded from their constraints. Tinny’s eyes grew another inch in diameter, their tongue flicked up to wipe one eye and then the other.
Barnaby giggled, “Oh, that is fun, isn’t it? I guess you're drawing the first watch on this encampment?” She popped the next rose, releasing the next set of breasts, grunting under the return of their weight.
Tinny nodded thoughtlessly, witnessing that sudden escape of the breasts, their slight bounce, had pushed out the last trace of concern in their mind. They wanted to… Had to… had to lick it. Taking an unsteady step forward, they reached forward.
A paw parried their grasping hand.
“Hang on. You have to see the full scale of my naughty pillows before I let you feel their weight for judgment.” Barnaby stepped back, giving her breasts an enticing shake. Popping the next row free as she did so. “Besides, you gotta show me what you have on offer little Lizzy Tinny.
“Yowth promised Ith could thake.” Tinny mumbled, lurching forward with both hands.
Barnaby whirled, easily sidesteping the attempted grope and circling around Tinny. As she passed she grasped Tinny’s underwear and tugged them down around their knees.
“Thweeeey.” Tinny protested, tongue still dangling as they turned, one hand going to cover their privates. Barnaby caught the scaled wrist and pulled Tinny’s hand aside as she inspected the Lizard’s equipment.
“Aw its so cute!” Barnaby squealed in delight. Tinny’s sex was strange, the thick pussy lips were parted by a long clit. She didn’t really know what to make of it but the mystery only made her want it more. Turning sharply, she buffeted Tinny with her tail before prancing out of reach. Undoing her last clasp, she let the supportive undergarment fall from her shoulders before cradling her lowest set. Moaning out loud as she thumbed the nipples.
“These what you want for your reward?” She cooed at Tinny, who’s tail had extended down to the back of their knees. It waggled in excitement as they panted through their wide mouth.
“He, he, he.” They had no words left in their mind but understood the invitation. Running the three steps between them, clamped their long fingered hands around Barnaby’s top pair and swung their hanging tongue at the right nipple. It curled around the fleshy protuberance.
“OH!” Barnaby cried as she was first grabbed before emitting far longer wail of pleasure as the tongue constricted and slid around her nipple. “Oooooooooooh! Yes! Like that!”
Tinny obliged, sucking in their tongue with a wet slurp before savaging the nipple with lips and sharp little teeth.
"Yes! Squeeze them! Weigh them! Judge them!” Barnaby cried out, leaning back against a desk. Her eyes rolled back as she experienced the pleasure her blessed burdens could deliver for the first time.
“Lovelies. Such lovelies!” Tinny said as they licked, suckled and squeezed each of the breasts one by one. The long tongue flicked in and out, reaching across two nipples as they pressed the breast together.
“Yes! That’s it bite them! Punish my wickedness! I’m a vile temptress! Unrepentant! Punish me with that tongue. Moooore!” Barnaby’s voice grew louder and louder as Tinny bent to the lower breasts, unleashing waves of bliss through her petite body. She heaved herself up onto the desk and opened her legs. Unbidden, Tinny dived into her sex, thrusting with the full length of their tongue. It rammed into the edge of her womb and curled within her. Her body bucked.
Then it ripped out of her, Barnaby screamed out as the pleasure bisected her being. In a flash she saw her old self standing over her, merciless eye projecting cruel judgments and never seeing how his zeal caged him.
“Look upon yourself and woe!” Barnaby cried at her past self. “See your wants reflected! I-”
The tongue came again, the vision scattered for the now and the crashing of orgasm.
“Yes Lizzy! Punish me! Fill me with the lash of your tongue!”
Tinny did so.
Again.
And again
And again.
Only once Barnaby had screamed herself absolutely hoarse did Tinny stand, their torso had lengthened, enhancing their gangly appearance. The pupils of their huge eyes were narrowed so far that they would be closed entirely except for notches along their edges created four pinholes for light.
Through a strange haloed vision, Tinny beheld the skunk woman sprawled across the scriptorial desk. Her multitude of breasts fallen to either side of her torso. So tasty, so full of delightful noises. Rationality flickered in that moment, but Tilly pushed it aside. They didn’t want to know. A woman lay before them, legs open invitation, not a single mocking word on her lips. Only pleas for more. Tinny didn’t want to pause, didn’t want to stop. They licked both eyes, leaned over to place their hands on either side of Barnaby’s head. Felt the pads on the pads adhere to the smooth surface.
The muzzled head lifted, eyes met.
“Take me.” She whispered. “Take this stinky, wicked beast. Punish me for what I’ve done. Fiiiiiiiilllllll!”
Tinny pressed their clit into the skunkess’s puffy vagina and began a slow thrusting grind. Black furred legs clamped around their hips, strengthing the connection as hips moved together. The long clit raming into Barnaby’s own swollen button.
“Mine.” Tinny whispered, yielding to primitive possessive instinct as new pleasure flooded their mind and soul. A tiny bit of pressure built, popped in a shiver of orgasm. “Mine! Mine!” they cried as they sought out the bliss in the skunkess beneath them.
Their cries and shouts joined with the frustrated roars of the starry beast below as they continued to seek their own pleasure, their own orgasm that remained out of reach even as the artificial mare cracked beneath her.