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The sensation lingers like a brand even after the woman pulls back, her smirk deepening at the way Dilara’s cheeks flare crimson red. The spilled shake drips onto the table between them, a single bead rolling toward the edge before Lanore catches it with a lazy swipe of her thumb.\n\n“S-sorry,” Dilara stammers again, her voice barely above a whisper. Her knees wobble as she clutches the tray to her chest like a shield.\n\nLanore tuts and licks of her finger pretending as if nothing happened and softly whispers that it's okay and she should head back to tend to other guests.\n\nDilara’s stumbles back a half-step, and turns as a customer clears their throat three tables over, snapping Dilara’s spine rigid. She pivots too fast, her heel catching on a loose floor tile. Lanore’s tail flicks once as if amused by the stumble and holds Dilara up by her arm. \"Carefull Sugar, wouldn't want such a dessert to spill all over the floor~\"\n\nDilaras cheeks burn a deeper shade of ambarasment as she heads over to the next customer, she takes their order and serves it, by that time Lanore is nearly done and gestures to receive the paycheck.\n\nWhen Dilara arrives at her table she can't help but ask the question that's been burning on her mind; \"Wh-were.. d-did you get t-those mods?\"\n\nA pause.. \"Oh these?~\" Lanore asks flicking both her ears and tail. Another pause.. \"Hmm..\" she fumbles in her purse and retrieves a buesnesscard;\n\n—M.A.R.E. Inc—\nEquinia Lanore\n06 522 387 99\[email protected]\n\n\"If you flip it to the back, there is a general number and website, if you scan this card they know I've referred you and your request will be dealt with in priority. I suggest you check out their site for options~\"  \n\nDilara’s fingers tremble as she takes the card, the sleek material cool against her skin. The edges catch the diner’s light, casting a faint sheen over the embossed logo of a stylized horse’s head entwined with a DNA helix. She flips it over, her breath shallow, and the tiny QR code glints like a secret waiting to be unlocked.\n\n\"O-kay! T-thanks!\" Dilara smiles and pockets the card. \"Thank you so much for dining with us, have a pleasant day!~\" she adds before heading back to the bar. That night at home she scans the QR code and browses the site.\n\n\n\n\nDilara’s fingers hover over her tablet. The QR code redirects her to a sleek, minimalist website with a black background, neon-blue text scrolling like liquid electricity. A pop-up appears:\n\n\"Welcome, New User. Your genetic potential awaits.\"\n\nHer breath hitches as she taps the Browse Mods button. The screen dissolves into a cascade of options—ears, tails, eyes, even skin or fur texture. Each thumbnail pulses faintly, as if alive. She hesitates, then clicks on —Kemonomimi Starter Pack—.\n\nA variety of options are displayed but the longer she looks the more she realises she wants.. more.. she wants to become a furry. She taps towards —Anthropomorphic— and looks over her options.\n\nDilara’s pulse thrums in her ears as the screen refreshes, revealing a gallery of sleek, digitized forms —equine, feline, canine— each rendered in stunning detail. Her thumb brushes over the Equine Full Conversion tab, and the image expands, showcasing a mare with a coat like polished mahogany, her powerful thighs tapering into delicate hooves. A shiver runs down Dilara’s spine as she notices the subtle Customization toggle blinking invitingly in the corner.\n\nHer breath fogs the screen as she leans closer, fingertips tracing the slider labeled —Hip-Width Adjustment—.\n\nShe begins sliding it before fully knowing it, her fingers glide along the screen till she finds the perfect curves. A pop-up comes up on the screen, —Confirm Biomatric Scan—? —Press thumb here—\n\nDilara hesitates for only a second before pressing her trembling thumb against the screen. A soft chime rings out, and the tablet pulses with a warm, golden glow as thin tendrils of light spiral outward, scanning her fingerprint in intricate detail. The screen flickers—Scan Complete. Processing Genetic Compatibility…—before another notification pops up:\n\n\"Optimal Match Detected. Equine Full Conversion—Available\"\nConfirm? Y/N\n\nShe selects yes, a chime rings and the screen goes black. Confused she tries to turn the tablet on but it doesn't work.. after a few seconds the light in her appartment goes out.. then everything including the tablet goes on as bright as it can, she's flashbanged and disoriented, unable to see for a few seconds, enough for a specialized team to storm her room and administer a drug into her bloodstream, then the 'lights' go out fully..\n\nShe wakes up some time later strapped inside a dentist chair and a plain white room facing a window, behind it equally plain white tiles stare back at her, she inspects her bindings and notices she's completly naked.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in shallow, panicked hitches as her eyes dart around the sterile white room. She tugs instinctively, but the bindings don’t budge. A faint hum fills the air, rhythmic and mechanical, like the purr of distant machinery.\n\nThe window across from her flickers. A silhouette moves behind the glass. Then, a hiss of hydraulics as a hidden door slides open.\n\nHooves click against the tiles.\n\nIn the reflection of the glass, she can see an male equine in a white latex suit approaching, his tail swaying lazily behind him.\n\nThe equine’s hooves click against the sterile tiles, each step deliberate, predatory. Dilara’s breath hitches as the figure steps into the light—tall, her latex suit clinging to every curve, the material gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. A name tag glints on his chest: Operator #Esquire\n\nDilara’s wrists strain against the restraints, the leather biting into her skin as the operator leans in, his warm breath ghosting over Dilara’s ear. \"Shhh, little mare\" he murmurs, his voice honeyed but edged with something darker. \"You signed the waiver. Scanned your thumb. Selected your modifications.. You wanted this.. remember that.\"\n\n\n\n\nOperator Esquire’s gloved fingers trail down Dilara’s bare arm, the latex catching slightly on her clammy skin. She flinches at the contact, her pulse racing beneath her wrist restraints. A soft beep sounds from the ceiling as a holographic projection flickers to life above her—a 3D rendering of her own body, nude and trembling, overlaid with glowing blue markers along her spine, hips, and the delicate curve of her jaw.\n\nThe operator’s tail flicks once as he taps a panel on his wrist.\n\nThe holographic projection flickers as Operator Esquire drags a gloved fingertip across Dilara’s collarbone, tracing the path of her future modifications. A cold metallic taste floods her mouth as hidden nozzles in the chair hiss, the anaesthetic mist coating her tongue. Her thighs twitch when subcutaneous implants activate along her spine, the nano-particles already weaving through her bloodstream like liquid silver.\n\nBehind the glass, shadows shift, likely another operator holding a tablet stepping out in front of her, this one wears purple and starts taking notes, through the glass she can see their callsign:  Operator #Luxuria.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as the new figure steps into view, taller than Esquire, their latex suit shimmering in violet hues, clinging to every contour of their equine form. Their muzzle twitches in amusement as they tap the tablet, their hooves clicking softly against the floor. A faint scent of synthetic lavender fills the air, cloying and sweet, making her head swim.\n\nShe's unsure how and where the scents are coming from, one would expect the glass to hold back such things, but perhaps she was hallucinating these scents as a byproduct of the drugs pumped into her system. During her distraction, Esquire has set up an IV drip with a nerve-numbing agent so her pain tolerance increases significantly. \"For the changes that follow~\" He coos in her ear.\n\nThe IV drips, a steady flow. She tries to swallow but her throat is dry. The lavender scent thickens, cloying now, wrapping around her like a second skin. Operator Luxuria’s fingers dance across the tablet, their eyes never leaving hers. A soft chime echoes through the room, and Dilara’s body jerks as the first wave of neural feedback ripples through her.\n\nHer spine arches involuntarily against the chair as something shifts beneath her skin like tiny, crawling pinpricks of heat tracing the paths marked by the hologram. The chair hums and begins to glow, another mechanical apparatus lowers from the ceiling enclosing her in the chair like a solar bank. \"It is best if you close your eyes, but you don't have to\" Esquire tells her as the cover also starts glowing with a vibrant colour of green.\n\nThe green glow pulses like a heartbeat, casting eerie reflections across Dilara’s sweat-slicked skin. A high-pitched whirring starts near her temples, and she feels the first tug at the roots of her hair, strands thickening, darkening, coarsening into something unmistakably equine.\n\nOperator Luxuria’s voice purrs through hidden speakers, laced with static. \"Follicular stimulation commencing.\"\n\nDilara’s skin prickles as thousands of hair follicles ignite with unnatural growth, strands thickening into coarse, silken tendrils that sprout across her body, her arms, legs.. every inch of skin gets covered in chestnut fur.\n\nThe fur spreads like wildfire, each follicle igniting under the nanite swarm beneath her skin. Dilara’s breath hitches as her spine jerks the vertebrae elongating, shifting with a series of wet, muffled clicks. The restraints groan as her torso arches, ribs expanding to accommodate the sudden swell of her chest already shaping towards the one she'd dreamt of. A gasp escapes her as her nipples stiffen, darkening into glossy black against the chestnut fur, her areolas puckering under an unseen current of stimulation.\n\nEsquire’s gloved fingers dance along the control panel, his smirk audible in his voice. \"Ah, there we go. As expected...\"\n\nHer hips jerk violently as her pelvis reshapes itself, cartilage liquefying and reforming with audible pops. The scent of musk laced with a growth stimulant floods her nostrils as her tailbone elongates, vertebrae knitting together into a sleek, twitching appendage that lashes against the chair. Luxuria’s tablet chirps; a new alert flashing crimson as Dilara’s jawbone creaks apart, her teeth tingling before erupting into flat molars perfect for grazing.\n\nA warm pressure builds between her thighs as her labia swell, the folds glistening under the green light. Esquire’s hand trails down her trembling belly, latex fingers pausing just above the pulsing heat as if to tease her. \n\n\n\n\nEsquire's latex-clad fingers press harder against Dilara's trembling belly, the material squeaking against her sweat-slick fur as he leans closer. His hot breath ghosting over her twitching equine ears wich are still newly formed and hypersensitive as they take in their surroundings. \n\nHis other hand slides lower, tracing the swollen, dripping seam of her transformed sex. \"Such an eager little mare already~\" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.  \n\nThe restraints around her wrists whir, loosening just enough to allow her arms to fall slack at her sides, but not enough to struggle. Not that she could.. not that she would.. her muscles feel molten, every nerve alight with the aftershocks of modification. Her mind equally a putty in Esquires hands and those of Slut.Co\n\nShe whimpers as his fingers pinch her clit. \"Already winking for me hmm? Such a naughty girl~\" He coos in delight, toying with her like a child with a new play-dough set.\n\nEsquire’s fingers slide into her sex and curl deeper, the slick heat of her folds parting easily under his latex-clad touch. \n\nA choked whinny escapes Dilara’s throat as his thumb grinds against her clit in slow, deliberate circles~each press sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her overstimulated nerves. The scent of her arousal thickens the air, musk mingling with the sterile tang of the lab, and her tail lashes wildly against the chair’s restraints.  \n\n\"Look at you,\" Esquire murmurs, his voice a velvet purr as he withdraws his fingers just enough to let her feel the absence. \"Dripping before I’ve even properly started..\" \n\nHe holds his glistening fingers up to her muzzle and she instinctively licks them off, she isn't sure why but Esquire seems to have that kind of influence over her. Either that or the lab chemicals are doing their wondrous work.\n\nHer thighs clench ever so slightly, held back by the bindings of the chair, she whimpers and nickers with need, desperate for his touch.\n\nEsquire’s chuckle is low and knowing, letting her taste linger on her tongue before he reaches for the restraints at her waist. The buckles release with a series of mechanical clicks, and the lower half of the chair splits open, exposing her fully; furred thighs trembling, tail flicking in frantic anticipation.  \n\nThe sound of latex gloves snapping against his wrists makes her ears twitch, and then his hands are on her hips, lifting her just enough to align her dripping sex with the thick, throbbing length already freed from his suit.\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as the blunt, flared head of Esquire’s cock presses against her entrance wich is already a slick mess. Eagerly fluttering with need. It’s too much, the sheer girth of him stretching her obscenely wide as he sinks in with a single, relentless thrust. A ragged whinny tears from her throat, her newly formed equine ears flattening against her skull as her body strains to accommodate him.  She can feel the individial pulsing veins along his shaft as she clamps down on him, milking him before they've properly started.\n\nEvery inch is agony and ecstasy as the ridges of his shaft drag against her oversensitive nerves, the flare rubbing past her G-spot as it pops pasts and against her cervix.\n\nShe's out of breath from not even taking half of him, his medial ring still outside of her cunt but she knows she can't take more of him, this tough seems enough to satisfy Esquire judging from his expression but she's to focused on herself and her need to climax that she's not paying him too much attention.\n\n\"Plllhheeash..Fhhhuck..m-m-Me~!\" She trembles, her thighs quivering with a pending release that doesn't come, Esquire just pauses there, pressing his flared head against her cervix like a perverted make-out session. \"Please what?.. I didn't quite catch that..\"\n\nHis fingers tighten on her hips as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, just enough to make her gasp. Her inner walls flutter around the unbearable stretch of him.  \n\n\"Please—!\" The word dissolves into a shuddering moan as he drags himself nearly all the way out, the ridges of his cock catching on her swollen inner lips before slamming back in with a wet, obscene slap. Her body jerks against the restraints, her tail lashing wildly as the brutal pace begins, each thrust punching the air from her lungs, each withdrawal leaving her clenching around nothing before he fills her again.\n\nThis all happens as the purple-suited Luxuria watches on, scrabbling notes and taking a picture here and there.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in ragged, stuttering gasps as Esquire’s hips piston into her with relentless force. Each thrust forcing another choked whinny from her throat, her body arching against the restraints as pleasure and overstimulation blur into something molten and overwhelming. His cock; thick, veined, and unyielding, stretches her to the brink, the flare of his head grinding against her cervix in a way that makes her vision swim with stars.  \n\nHer thighs tremble, her fur slick with sweat as her body betrays her, clenching down on him greedily as her climax ripples through her form.\n\nHer climax shudders through her in desperate, clenching waves, her swollen sex pulsing around Esquire’s cock as he growls in approval but he doesn’t stop. \n\nHis thrusts only grow sharper and deeper, the wet slap of their soaked fur against fur echoing in the sterile room as he chases his own release. Dilara’s vision whites out, her muzzle hanging open in a silent scream as he rams into her cervix again and again, the thick medial ring of his shaft finally stretching her entrance obscenely wide as he buries himself to the hilt with his flare popping past her cervix as he too cums.\n\nBoth are on the hight of extacy, their bodies trembling, their minds high on feel good hormones, it seems to last forever but in reality its mere seconds, after 10 or so Esquire withdraws his limp cock from her folds and whipes it on her thigh, then he retires and clocks out for the day leaving her there as a mess on display for his co-workers to enjoy."
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      "description": "Another piece I wrote for myself because I have no commisions T_T\nWritten by me @AeylinFaith"
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      "writing": "Dilara is a waitress in a diner along a relatively calm road. She is a shy, introverted girl who doesn't get much attention. She has a pretty face with nerdy glasses, but that's about it. She likes to read manga's and watch anime and has often felt jelous of those beautifull figures, especially those with long and strong legs beneath a thicc ass, or those with breast that seem natural despite their ability to defy gravity.\n\nShe's currently working her shift and notices someone staring at her in an unusual way. It's not just the fact that they are staring, at least that's what it looks like behind the glasses but the fact they seem right out of the cover of one of those mangas. \"Equinia Lanore\" she mutters to herself as she stares back at the figure, it takes her a moment to recover and resume serving the guests in the diner.\n\nDilara’s fingers tighten around the menu in her hands, her breath hitching as she forces herself to look away from the striking figure seated in the corner booth. The woman, 'the real' Equinia Lanore, if her memory serves, leans back with an effortless grace, her long, smooth legs crossed beneath the table, the curve of her thighs accentuated by the snug fit of her skirt. Even the way she tilts her head, the faint flick of her equine-like tail against the vinyl seat, sends a shiver down Dilara’s spine.\n\nSwallowing hard, Dilara adjusts her glasses and hurries to the next table, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She's so taken aback she's actually standing next to an empty table asking what they'd like to order, embarrased she can see Lanore smile and lift her hand.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as she realizes Lanore is summoning her. Her legs feel unsteady as she crosses the diner, the clack of her cheap work shoes suddenly loud against the linoleum. Up close, Lanore’s presence is overwhelming. The way her golden-brown eyes gleam with amusement, her delicate equine ears twitching slightly beneath silken hair. The faint scent of jasmine and some wild musk clings to her.\n\n“You recognized me,” Lanore murmurs, her voice low and velveteen. I suppoce you are a cultured girl~?\"\n\nDilara freezes, unsure how to handle this unfamiliar interaction. She isn't used to striking up a conversation and typically just takes and serves orders, it's only when Lanore continues \"Are you alright?\" she manages to stammer a responce; \"Y-yes..I-I'm j-just..nn..ervous!\"\n\nLanore gives a warm comforting smile and gesture of her hand, touching Dilara with the grace of a mother. \"It's alright, just pretend I'm your best friend and bring me one of those strawberry shakes dear.\"\n\nDilara nods and heads off to make the shake, her own hands shaking as she works the machine and tries to find something neutral to focus her attention to but she keeps glancing over to Lanore's table, her scent still strong even from here.\n\nThe shake machine whirs to life as Dilara grips the cold metal handle, her knuckles whitening. The vibration travels up her arm, mingling with the rapid pulse in her wrist. She can still feel the phantom warmth of Lanore’s fingers where they brushed hers.\n\nBehind her, a spoon clinks against glass. Lanore is stirring her water, the ice cubes dancing in slow circles. Every movement is deliberate, hypnotic. Dilara’s breath fogs the stainless steel blender lid as she leans closer, pretending to check the consistency.\n\nA co-worker comes up to ask if everythings alright and she nods, finishing up the process and preparing to serve the drink to Lanore.\n\n\n\n\nLanore is full of beauty and grace, sitting there like she's riding a limo to the catwalk. Dilara almost trips head over heals but recovers just enough to hold up the drink, only to notice Lanore is doing the same, their fingers touching as a drip of liquid spills over them.\n\n\"I-I'm sorry!\" Dilara panics but to her surprice Lanore leans in and licks it off both their fingers with a smirk.\n\n\"Problem solved, you didn't spill a drop deary its fine.\"\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as Lanore’s tongue drags slowly over her fingertip, warm, wet, and impossibly soft. The sensation lingers like a brand even after the woman pulls back, her smirk deepening at the way Dilara’s cheeks flare crimson red. The spilled shake drips onto the table between them, a single bead rolling toward the edge before Lanore catches it with a lazy swipe of her thumb.\n\n“S-sorry,” Dilara stammers again, her voice barely above a whisper. Her knees wobble as she clutches the tray to her chest like a shield.\n\nLanore tuts and licks of her finger pretending as if nothing happened and softly whispers that it's okay and she should head back to tend to other guests.\n\nDilara’s stumbles back a half-step, and turns as a customer clears their throat three tables over, snapping Dilara’s spine rigid. She pivots too fast, her heel catching on a loose floor tile. Lanore’s tail flicks once as if amused by the stumble and holds Dilara up by her arm. \"Carefull Sugar, wouldn't want such a dessert to spill all over the floor~\"\n\nDilaras cheeks burn a deeper shade of ambarasment as she heads over to the next customer, she takes their order and serves it, by that time Lanore is nearly done and gestures to receive the paycheck.\n\nWhen Dilara arrives at her table she can't help but ask the question that's been burning on her mind; \"Wh-were.. d-did you get t-those mods?\"\n\nA pause.. \"Oh these?~\" Lanore asks flicking both her ears and tail. Another pause.. \"Hmm..\" she fumbles in her purse and retrieves a buesnesscard;\n\n—M.A.R.E. Inc—\nEquinia Lanore\n06 522 387 99\[email protected]\n\n\"If you flip it to the back, there is a general number and website, if you scan this card they know I've referred you and your request will be dealt with in priority. I suggest you check out their site for options~\"  \n\nDilara’s fingers tremble as she takes the card, the sleek material cool against her skin. The edges catch the diner’s light, casting a faint sheen over the embossed logo of a stylized horse’s head entwined with a DNA helix. She flips it over, her breath shallow, and the tiny QR code glints like a secret waiting to be unlocked.\n\n\"O-kay! T-thanks!\" Dilara smiles and pockets the card. \"Thank you so much for dining with us, have a pleasant day!~\" she adds before heading back to the bar. That night at home she scans the QR code and browses the site.\n\n\n\n\nDilara’s fingers hover over her tablet. The QR code redirects her to a sleek, minimalist website with a black background, neon-blue text scrolling like liquid electricity. A pop-up appears:\n\n\"Welcome, New User. Your genetic potential awaits.\"\n\nHer breath hitches as she taps the Browse Mods button. The screen dissolves into a cascade of options—ears, tails, eyes, even skin or fur texture. Each thumbnail pulses faintly, as if alive. She hesitates, then clicks on —Kemonomimi Starter Pack—.\n\nA variety of options are displayed but the longer she looks the more she realises she wants.. more.. she wants to become a furry. She taps towards —Anthropomorphic— and looks over her options.\n\nDilara’s pulse thrums in her ears as the screen refreshes, revealing a gallery of sleek, digitized forms —equine, feline, canine— each rendered in stunning detail. Her thumb brushes over the Equine Full Conversion tab, and the image expands, showcasing a mare with a coat like polished mahogany, her powerful thighs tapering into delicate hooves. A shiver runs down Dilara’s spine as she notices the subtle Customization toggle blinking invitingly in the corner.\n\nHer breath fogs the screen as she leans closer, fingertips tracing the slider labeled —Hip-Width Adjustment—.\n\nShe begins sliding it before fully knowing it, her fingers glide along the screen till she finds the perfect curves. A pop-up comes up on the screen, —Confirm Biomatric Scan—? —Press thumb here—\n\nDilara hesitates for only a second before pressing her trembling thumb against the screen. A soft chime rings out, and the tablet pulses with a warm, golden glow as thin tendrils of light spiral outward, scanning her fingerprint in intricate detail. The screen flickers—Scan Complete. Processing Genetic Compatibility…—before another notification pops up:\n\n\"Optimal Match Detected. Equine Full Conversion—Available\"\nConfirm? Y/N\n\nShe selects yes, a chime rings and the screen goes black. Confused she tries to turn the tablet on but it doesn't work.. after a few seconds the light in her appartment goes out.. then everything including the tablet goes on as bright as it can, she's flashbanged and disoriented, unable to see for a few seconds, enough for a specialized team to storm her room and administer a drug into her bloodstream, then the 'lights' go out fully..\n\nShe wakes up some time later strapped inside a dentist chair and a plain white room facing a window, behind it equally plain white tiles stare back at her, she inspects her bindings and notices she's completly naked.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in shallow, panicked hitches as her eyes dart around the sterile white room. She tugs instinctively, but the bindings don’t budge. A faint hum fills the air, rhythmic and mechanical, like the purr of distant machinery.\n\nThe window across from her flickers. A silhouette moves behind the glass. Then, a hiss of hydraulics as a hidden door slides open.\n\nHooves click against the tiles.\n\nIn the reflection of the glass, she can see an male equine in a white latex suit approaching, his tail swaying lazily behind him.\n\nThe equine’s hooves click against the sterile tiles, each step deliberate, predatory. Dilara’s breath hitches as the figure steps into the light—tall, her latex suit clinging to every curve, the material gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. A name tag glints on his chest: Operator #Esquire\n\nDilara’s wrists strain against the restraints, the leather biting into her skin as the operator leans in, his warm breath ghosting over Dilara’s ear. \"Shhh, little mare\" he murmurs, his voice honeyed but edged with something darker. \"You signed the waiver. Scanned your thumb. Selected your modifications.. You wanted this.. remember that.\"\n\n\n\n\nOperator Esquire’s gloved fingers trail down Dilara’s bare arm, the latex catching slightly on her clammy skin. She flinches at the contact, her pulse racing beneath her wrist restraints. A soft beep sounds from the ceiling as a holographic projection flickers to life above her—a 3D rendering of her own body, nude and trembling, overlaid with glowing blue markers along her spine, hips, and the delicate curve of her jaw.\n\nThe operator’s tail flicks once as he taps a panel on his wrist.\n\nThe holographic projection flickers as Operator Esquire drags a gloved fingertip across Dilara’s collarbone, tracing the path of her future modifications. A cold metallic taste floods her mouth as hidden nozzles in the chair hiss, the anaesthetic mist coating her tongue. Her thighs twitch when subcutaneous implants activate along her spine, the nano-particles already weaving through her bloodstream like liquid silver.\n\nBehind the glass, shadows shift, likely another operator holding a tablet stepping out in front of her, this one wears purple and starts taking notes, through the glass she can see their callsign:  Operator #Luxuria.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as the new figure steps into view, taller than Esquire, their latex suit shimmering in violet hues, clinging to every contour of their equine form. Their muzzle twitches in amusement as they tap the tablet, their hooves clicking softly against the floor. A faint scent of synthetic lavender fills the air, cloying and sweet, making her head swim.\n\nShe's unsure how and where the scents are coming from, one would expect the glass to hold back such things, but perhaps she was hallucinating these scents as a byproduct of the drugs pumped into her system. During her distraction, Esquire has set up an IV drip with a nerve-numbing agent so her pain tolerance increases significantly. \"For the changes that follow~\" He coos in her ear.\n\nThe IV drips, a steady flow. She tries to swallow but her throat is dry. The lavender scent thickens, cloying now, wrapping around her like a second skin. Operator Luxuria’s fingers dance across the tablet, their eyes never leaving hers. A soft chime echoes through the room, and Dilara’s body jerks as the first wave of neural feedback ripples through her.\n\nHer spine arches involuntarily against the chair as something shifts beneath her skin like tiny, crawling pinpricks of heat tracing the paths marked by the hologram. The chair hums and begins to glow, another mechanical apparatus lowers from the ceiling enclosing her in the chair like a solar bank. \"It is best if you close your eyes, but you don't have to\" Esquire tells her as the cover also starts glowing with a vibrant colour of green.\n\nThe green glow pulses like a heartbeat, casting eerie reflections across Dilara’s sweat-slicked skin. A high-pitched whirring starts near her temples, and she feels the first tug at the roots of her hair, strands thickening, darkening, coarsening into something unmistakably equine.\n\nOperator Luxuria’s voice purrs through hidden speakers, laced with static. \"Follicular stimulation commencing.\"\n\nDilara’s skin prickles as thousands of hair follicles ignite with unnatural growth, strands thickening into coarse, silken tendrils that sprout across her body, her arms, legs.. every inch of skin gets covered in chestnut fur.\n\nThe fur spreads like wildfire, each follicle igniting under the nanite swarm beneath her skin. Dilara’s breath hitches as her spine jerks the vertebrae elongating, shifting with a series of wet, muffled clicks. The restraints groan as her torso arches, ribs expanding to accommodate the sudden swell of her chest already shaping towards the one she'd dreamt of. A gasp escapes her as her nipples stiffen, darkening into glossy black against the chestnut fur, her areolas puckering under an unseen current of stimulation.\n\nEsquire’s gloved fingers dance along the control panel, his smirk audible in his voice. \"Ah, there we go. As expected...\"\n\nHer hips jerk violently as her pelvis reshapes itself, cartilage liquefying and reforming with audible pops. The scent of musk laced with a growth stimulant floods her nostrils as her tailbone elongates, vertebrae knitting together into a sleek, twitching appendage that lashes against the chair. Luxuria’s tablet chirps; a new alert flashing crimson as Dilara’s jawbone creaks apart, her teeth tingling before erupting into flat molars perfect for grazing.\n\nA warm pressure builds between her thighs as her labia swell, the folds glistening under the green light. Esquire’s hand trails down her trembling belly, latex fingers pausing just above the pulsing heat as if to tease her. \n\n\n\n\nEsquire's latex-clad fingers press harder against Dilara's trembling belly, the material squeaking against her sweat-slick fur as he leans closer. His hot breath ghosting over her twitching equine ears wich are still newly formed and hypersensitive as they take in their surroundings. \n\nHis other hand slides lower, tracing the swollen, dripping seam of her transformed sex. \"Such an eager little mare already~\" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.  \n\nThe restraints around her wrists whir, loosening just enough to allow her arms to fall slack at her sides, but not enough to struggle. Not that she could.. not that she would.. her muscles feel molten, every nerve alight with the aftershocks of modification. Her mind equally a putty in Esquires hands and those of Slut.Co\n\nShe whimpers as his fingers pinch her clit. \"Already winking for me hmm? Such a naughty girl~\" He coos in delight, toying with her like a child with a new play-dough set.\n\nEsquire’s fingers slide into her sex and curl deeper, the slick heat of her folds parting easily under his latex-clad touch. \n\nA choked whinny escapes Dilara’s throat as his thumb grinds against her clit in slow, deliberate circles~each press sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her overstimulated nerves. The scent of her arousal thickens the air, musk mingling with the sterile tang of the lab, and her tail lashes wildly against the chair’s restraints.  \n\n\"Look at you,\" Esquire murmurs, his voice a velvet purr as he withdraws his fingers just enough to let her feel the absence. \"Dripping before I’ve even properly started..\" \n\nHe holds his glistening fingers up to her muzzle and she instinctively licks them off, she isn't sure why but Esquire seems to have that kind of influence over her. Either that or the lab chemicals are doing their wondrous work.\n\nHer thighs clench ever so slightly, held back by the bindings of the chair, she whimpers and nickers with need, desperate for his touch.\n\nEsquire’s chuckle is low and knowing, letting her taste linger on her tongue before he reaches for the restraints at her waist. The buckles release with a series of mechanical clicks, and the lower half of the chair splits open, exposing her fully; furred thighs trembling, tail flicking in frantic anticipation.  \n\nThe sound of latex gloves snapping against his wrists makes her ears twitch, and then his hands are on her hips, lifting her just enough to align her dripping sex with the thick, throbbing length already freed from his suit.\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as the blunt, flared head of Esquire’s cock presses against her entrance wich is already a slick mess. Eagerly fluttering with need. It’s too much, the sheer girth of him stretching her obscenely wide as he sinks in with a single, relentless thrust. A ragged whinny tears from her throat, her newly formed equine ears flattening against her skull as her body strains to accommodate him.  She can feel the individial pulsing veins along his shaft as she clamps down on him, milking him before they've properly started.\n\nEvery inch is agony and ecstasy as the ridges of his shaft drag against her oversensitive nerves, the flare rubbing past her G-spot as it pops pasts and against her cervix.\n\nShe's out of breath from not even taking half of him, his medial ring still outside of her cunt but she knows she can't take more of him, this tough seems enough to satisfy Esquire judging from his expression but she's to focused on herself and her need to climax that she's not paying him too much attention.\n\n\"Plllhheeash..Fhhhuck..m-m-Me~!\" She trembles, her thighs quivering with a pending release that doesn't come, Esquire just pauses there, pressing his flared head against her cervix like a perverted make-out session. \"Please what?.. I didn't quite catch that..\"\n\nHis fingers tighten on her hips as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, just enough to make her gasp. Her inner walls flutter around the unbearable stretch of him.  \n\n\"Please—!\" The word dissolves into a shuddering moan as he drags himself nearly all the way out, the ridges of his cock catching on her swollen inner lips before slamming back in with a wet, obscene slap. Her body jerks against the restraints, her tail lashing wildly as the brutal pace begins, each thrust punching the air from her lungs, each withdrawal leaving her clenching around nothing before he fills her again.\n\nThis all happens as the purple-suited Luxuria watches on, scrabbling notes and taking a picture here and there.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in ragged, stuttering gasps as Esquire’s hips piston into her with relentless force. Each thrust forcing another choked whinny from her throat, her body arching against the restraints as pleasure and overstimulation blur into something molten and overwhelming. His cock; thick, veined, and unyielding, stretches her to the brink, the flare of his head grinding against her cervix in a way that makes her vision swim with stars.  \n\nHer thighs tremble, her fur slick with sweat as her body betrays her, clenching down on him greedily as her climax ripples through her form.\n\nHer climax shudders through her in desperate, clenching waves, her swollen sex pulsing around Esquire’s cock as he growls in approval but he doesn’t stop. \n\nHis thrusts only grow sharper and deeper, the wet slap of their soaked fur against fur echoing in the sterile room as he chases his own release. Dilara’s vision whites out, her muzzle hanging open in a silent scream as he rams into her cervix again and again, the thick medial ring of his shaft finally stretching her entrance obscenely wide as he buries himself to the hilt with his flare popping past her cervix as he too cums.\n\nBoth are on the hight of extacy, their bodies trembling, their minds high on feel good hormones, it seems to last forever but in reality its mere seconds, after 10 or so Esquire withdraws his limp cock from her folds and whipes it on her thigh, then he retires and clocks out for the day leaving her there as a mess on display for his co-workers to enjoy."
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It's not just the fact that they are staring, at least that's what it looks like behind the glasses but the fact they seem right out of the cover of one of those mangas. \"Equinia Lanore\" she mutters to herself as she stares back at the figure, it takes her a moment to recover and resume serving the guests in the diner.\n\nDilara’s fingers tighten around the menu in her hands, her breath hitching as she forces herself to look away from the striking figure seated in the corner booth. The woman, 'the real' Equinia Lanore, if her memory serves, leans back with an effortless grace, her long, smooth legs crossed beneath the table, the curve of her thighs accentuated by the snug fit of her skirt. Even the way she tilts her head, the faint flick of her equine-like tail against the vinyl seat, sends a shiver down Dilara’s spine.\n\nSwallowing hard, Dilara adjusts her glasses and hurries to the next table, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She's so taken aback she's actually standing next to an empty table asking what they'd like to order, embarrased she can see Lanore smile and lift her hand.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as she realizes Lanore is summoning her. Her legs feel unsteady as she crosses the diner, the clack of her cheap work shoes suddenly loud against the linoleum. Up close, Lanore’s presence is overwhelming. The way her golden-brown eyes gleam with amusement, her delicate equine ears twitching slightly beneath silken hair. The faint scent of jasmine and some wild musk clings to her.\n\n“You recognized me,” Lanore murmurs, her voice low and velveteen. I suppoce you are a cultured girl~?\"\n\nDilara freezes, unsure how to handle this unfamiliar interaction. She isn't used to striking up a conversation and typically just takes and serves orders, it's only when Lanore continues \"Are you alright?\" she manages to stammer a responce; \"Y-yes..I-I'm j-just..nn..ervous!\"\n\nLanore gives a warm comforting smile and gesture of her hand, touching Dilara with the grace of a mother. \"It's alright, just pretend I'm your best friend and bring me one of those strawberry shakes dear.\"\n\nDilara nods and heads off to make the shake, her own hands shaking as she works the machine and tries to find something neutral to focus her attention to but she keeps glancing over to Lanore's table, her scent still strong even from here.\n\nThe shake machine whirs to life as Dilara grips the cold metal handle, her knuckles whitening. The vibration travels up her arm, mingling with the rapid pulse in her wrist. She can still feel the phantom warmth of Lanore’s fingers where they brushed hers.\n\nBehind her, a spoon clinks against glass. Lanore is stirring her water, the ice cubes dancing in slow circles. Every movement is deliberate, hypnotic. Dilara’s breath fogs the stainless steel blender lid as she leans closer, pretending to check the consistency.\n\nA co-worker comes up to ask if everythings alright and she nods, finishing up the process and preparing to serve the drink to Lanore.\n\n\n\n\nLanore is full of beauty and grace, sitting there like she's riding a limo to the catwalk. Dilara almost trips head over heals but recovers just enough to hold up the drink, only to notice Lanore is doing the same, their fingers touching as a drip of liquid spills over them.\n\n\"I-I'm sorry!\" Dilara panics but to her surprice Lanore leans in and licks it off both their fingers with a smirk.\n\n\"Problem solved, you didn't spill a drop deary its fine.\"\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as Lanore’s tongue drags slowly over her fingertip, warm, wet, and impossibly soft. The sensation lingers like a brand even after the woman pulls back, her smirk deepening at the way Dilara’s cheeks flare crimson red. The spilled shake drips onto the table between them, a single bead rolling toward the edge before Lanore catches it with a lazy swipe of her thumb.\n\n“S-sorry,” Dilara stammers again, her voice barely above a whisper. Her knees wobble as she clutches the tray to her chest like a shield.\n\nLanore tuts and licks of her finger pretending as if nothing happened and softly whispers that it's okay and she should head back to tend to other guests.\n\nDilara’s stumbles back a half-step, and turns as a customer clears their throat three tables over, snapping Dilara’s spine rigid. She pivots too fast, her heel catching on a loose floor tile. Lanore’s tail flicks once as if amused by the stumble and holds Dilara up by her arm. \"Carefull Sugar, wouldn't want such a dessert to spill all over the floor~\"\n\nDilaras cheeks burn a deeper shade of ambarasment as she heads over to the next customer, she takes their order and serves it, by that time Lanore is nearly done and gestures to receive the paycheck.\n\nWhen Dilara arrives at her table she can't help but ask the question that's been burning on her mind; \"Wh-were.. d-did you get t-those mods?\"\n\nA pause.. \"Oh these?~\" Lanore asks flicking both her ears and tail. Another pause.. \"Hmm..\" she fumbles in her purse and retrieves a buesnesscard;\n\n—M.A.R.E. Inc—\nEquinia Lanore\n06 522 387 99\[email protected]\n\n\"If you flip it to the back, there is a general number and website, if you scan this card they know I've referred you and your request will be dealt with in priority. I suggest you check out their site for options~\"  \n\nDilara’s fingers tremble as she takes the card, the sleek material cool against her skin. The edges catch the diner’s light, casting a faint sheen over the embossed logo of a stylized horse’s head entwined with a DNA helix. She flips it over, her breath shallow, and the tiny QR code glints like a secret waiting to be unlocked.\n\n\"O-kay! T-thanks!\" Dilara smiles and pockets the card. \"Thank you so much for dining with us, have a pleasant day!~\" she adds before heading back to the bar. That night at home she scans the QR code and browses the site.\n\n\n\n\nDilara’s fingers hover over her tablet. The QR code redirects her to a sleek, minimalist website with a black background, neon-blue text scrolling like liquid electricity. A pop-up appears:\n\n\"Welcome, New User. Your genetic potential awaits.\"\n\nHer breath hitches as she taps the Browse Mods button. The screen dissolves into a cascade of options—ears, tails, eyes, even skin or fur texture. Each thumbnail pulses faintly, as if alive. She hesitates, then clicks on —Kemonomimi Starter Pack—.\n\nA variety of options are displayed but the longer she looks the more she realises she wants.. more.. she wants to become a furry. She taps towards —Anthropomorphic— and looks over her options.\n\nDilara’s pulse thrums in her ears as the screen refreshes, revealing a gallery of sleek, digitized forms —equine, feline, canine— each rendered in stunning detail. Her thumb brushes over the Equine Full Conversion tab, and the image expands, showcasing a mare with a coat like polished mahogany, her powerful thighs tapering into delicate hooves. A shiver runs down Dilara’s spine as she notices the subtle Customization toggle blinking invitingly in the corner.\n\nHer breath fogs the screen as she leans closer, fingertips tracing the slider labeled —Hip-Width Adjustment—.\n\nShe begins sliding it before fully knowing it, her fingers glide along the screen till she finds the perfect curves. A pop-up comes up on the screen, —Confirm Biomatric Scan—? —Press thumb here—\n\nDilara hesitates for only a second before pressing her trembling thumb against the screen. A soft chime rings out, and the tablet pulses with a warm, golden glow as thin tendrils of light spiral outward, scanning her fingerprint in intricate detail. The screen flickers—Scan Complete. Processing Genetic Compatibility…—before another notification pops up:\n\n\"Optimal Match Detected. Equine Full Conversion—Available\"\nConfirm? Y/N\n\nShe selects yes, a chime rings and the screen goes black. 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Then, a hiss of hydraulics as a hidden door slides open.\n\nHooves click against the tiles.\n\nIn the reflection of the glass, she can see an male equine in a white latex suit approaching, his tail swaying lazily behind him.\n\nThe equine’s hooves click against the sterile tiles, each step deliberate, predatory. Dilara’s breath hitches as the figure steps into the light—tall, her latex suit clinging to every curve, the material gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. A name tag glints on his chest: Operator #Esquire\n\nDilara’s wrists strain against the restraints, the leather biting into her skin as the operator leans in, his warm breath ghosting over Dilara’s ear. \"Shhh, little mare\" he murmurs, his voice honeyed but edged with something darker. \"You signed the waiver. Scanned your thumb. Selected your modifications.. You wanted this.. remember that.\"\n\n\n\n\nOperator Esquire’s gloved fingers trail down Dilara’s bare arm, the latex catching slightly on her clammy skin. She flinches at the contact, her pulse racing beneath her wrist restraints. A soft beep sounds from the ceiling as a holographic projection flickers to life above her—a 3D rendering of her own body, nude and trembling, overlaid with glowing blue markers along her spine, hips, and the delicate curve of her jaw.\n\nThe operator’s tail flicks once as he taps a panel on his wrist.\n\nThe holographic projection flickers as Operator Esquire drags a gloved fingertip across Dilara’s collarbone, tracing the path of her future modifications. A cold metallic taste floods her mouth as hidden nozzles in the chair hiss, the anaesthetic mist coating her tongue. Her thighs twitch when subcutaneous implants activate along her spine, the nano-particles already weaving through her bloodstream like liquid silver.\n\nBehind the glass, shadows shift, likely another operator holding a tablet stepping out in front of her, this one wears purple and starts taking notes, through the glass she can see their callsign:  Operator #Luxuria.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as the new figure steps into view, taller than Esquire, their latex suit shimmering in violet hues, clinging to every contour of their equine form. Their muzzle twitches in amusement as they tap the tablet, their hooves clicking softly against the floor. A faint scent of synthetic lavender fills the air, cloying and sweet, making her head swim.\n\nShe's unsure how and where the scents are coming from, one would expect the glass to hold back such things, but perhaps she was hallucinating these scents as a byproduct of the drugs pumped into her system. During her distraction, Esquire has set up an IV drip with a nerve-numbing agent so her pain tolerance increases significantly. \"For the changes that follow~\" He coos in her ear.\n\nThe IV drips, a steady flow. She tries to swallow but her throat is dry. The lavender scent thickens, cloying now, wrapping around her like a second skin. Operator Luxuria’s fingers dance across the tablet, their eyes never leaving hers. A soft chime echoes through the room, and Dilara’s body jerks as the first wave of neural feedback ripples through her.\n\nHer spine arches involuntarily against the chair as something shifts beneath her skin like tiny, crawling pinpricks of heat tracing the paths marked by the hologram. The chair hums and begins to glow, another mechanical apparatus lowers from the ceiling enclosing her in the chair like a solar bank. \"It is best if you close your eyes, but you don't have to\" Esquire tells her as the cover also starts glowing with a vibrant colour of green.\n\nThe green glow pulses like a heartbeat, casting eerie reflections across Dilara’s sweat-slicked skin. A high-pitched whirring starts near her temples, and she feels the first tug at the roots of her hair, strands thickening, darkening, coarsening into something unmistakably equine.\n\nOperator Luxuria’s voice purrs through hidden speakers, laced with static. \"Follicular stimulation commencing.\"\n\nDilara’s skin prickles as thousands of hair follicles ignite with unnatural growth, strands thickening into coarse, silken tendrils that sprout across her body, her arms, legs.. every inch of skin gets covered in chestnut fur.\n\nThe fur spreads like wildfire, each follicle igniting under the nanite swarm beneath her skin. Dilara’s breath hitches as her spine jerks the vertebrae elongating, shifting with a series of wet, muffled clicks. The restraints groan as her torso arches, ribs expanding to accommodate the sudden swell of her chest already shaping towards the one she'd dreamt of. A gasp escapes her as her nipples stiffen, darkening into glossy black against the chestnut fur, her areolas puckering under an unseen current of stimulation.\n\nEsquire’s gloved fingers dance along the control panel, his smirk audible in his voice. \"Ah, there we go. As expected...\"\n\nHer hips jerk violently as her pelvis reshapes itself, cartilage liquefying and reforming with audible pops. The scent of musk laced with a growth stimulant floods her nostrils as her tailbone elongates, vertebrae knitting together into a sleek, twitching appendage that lashes against the chair. Luxuria’s tablet chirps; a new alert flashing crimson as Dilara’s jawbone creaks apart, her teeth tingling before erupting into flat molars perfect for grazing.\n\nA warm pressure builds between her thighs as her labia swell, the folds glistening under the green light. Esquire’s hand trails down her trembling belly, latex fingers pausing just above the pulsing heat as if to tease her. \n\n\n\n\nEsquire's latex-clad fingers press harder against Dilara's trembling belly, the material squeaking against her sweat-slick fur as he leans closer. His hot breath ghosting over her twitching equine ears wich are still newly formed and hypersensitive as they take in their surroundings. \n\nHis other hand slides lower, tracing the swollen, dripping seam of her transformed sex. \"Such an eager little mare already~\" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.  \n\nThe restraints around her wrists whir, loosening just enough to allow her arms to fall slack at her sides, but not enough to struggle. Not that she could.. not that she would.. her muscles feel molten, every nerve alight with the aftershocks of modification. Her mind equally a putty in Esquires hands and those of Slut.Co\n\nShe whimpers as his fingers pinch her clit. \"Already winking for me hmm? Such a naughty girl~\" He coos in delight, toying with her like a child with a new play-dough set.\n\nEsquire’s fingers slide into her sex and curl deeper, the slick heat of her folds parting easily under his latex-clad touch. \n\nA choked whinny escapes Dilara’s throat as his thumb grinds against her clit in slow, deliberate circles~each press sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her overstimulated nerves. The scent of her arousal thickens the air, musk mingling with the sterile tang of the lab, and her tail lashes wildly against the chair’s restraints.  \n\n\"Look at you,\" Esquire murmurs, his voice a velvet purr as he withdraws his fingers just enough to let her feel the absence. \"Dripping before I’ve even properly started..\" \n\nHe holds his glistening fingers up to her muzzle and she instinctively licks them off, she isn't sure why but Esquire seems to have that kind of influence over her. Either that or the lab chemicals are doing their wondrous work.\n\nHer thighs clench ever so slightly, held back by the bindings of the chair, she whimpers and nickers with need, desperate for his touch.\n\nEsquire’s chuckle is low and knowing, letting her taste linger on her tongue before he reaches for the restraints at her waist. The buckles release with a series of mechanical clicks, and the lower half of the chair splits open, exposing her fully; furred thighs trembling, tail flicking in frantic anticipation.  \n\nThe sound of latex gloves snapping against his wrists makes her ears twitch, and then his hands are on her hips, lifting her just enough to align her dripping sex with the thick, throbbing length already freed from his suit.\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as the blunt, flared head of Esquire’s cock presses against her entrance wich is already a slick mess. Eagerly fluttering with need. It’s too much, the sheer girth of him stretching her obscenely wide as he sinks in with a single, relentless thrust. A ragged whinny tears from her throat, her newly formed equine ears flattening against her skull as her body strains to accommodate him.  She can feel the individial pulsing veins along his shaft as she clamps down on him, milking him before they've properly started.\n\nEvery inch is agony and ecstasy as the ridges of his shaft drag against her oversensitive nerves, the flare rubbing past her G-spot as it pops pasts and against her cervix.\n\nShe's out of breath from not even taking half of him, his medial ring still outside of her cunt but she knows she can't take more of him, this tough seems enough to satisfy Esquire judging from his expression but she's to focused on herself and her need to climax that she's not paying him too much attention.\n\n\"Plllhheeash..Fhhhuck..m-m-Me~!\" She trembles, her thighs quivering with a pending release that doesn't come, Esquire just pauses there, pressing his flared head against her cervix like a perverted make-out session. \"Please what?.. I didn't quite catch that..\"\n\nHis fingers tighten on her hips as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, just enough to make her gasp. Her inner walls flutter around the unbearable stretch of him.  \n\n\"Please—!\" The word dissolves into a shuddering moan as he drags himself nearly all the way out, the ridges of his cock catching on her swollen inner lips before slamming back in with a wet, obscene slap. Her body jerks against the restraints, her tail lashing wildly as the brutal pace begins, each thrust punching the air from her lungs, each withdrawal leaving her clenching around nothing before he fills her again.\n\nThis all happens as the purple-suited Luxuria watches on, scrabbling notes and taking a picture here and there.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in ragged, stuttering gasps as Esquire’s hips piston into her with relentless force. Each thrust forcing another choked whinny from her throat, her body arching against the restraints as pleasure and overstimulation blur into something molten and overwhelming. His cock; thick, veined, and unyielding, stretches her to the brink, the flare of his head grinding against her cervix in a way that makes her vision swim with stars.  \n\nHer thighs tremble, her fur slick with sweat as her body betrays her, clenching down on him greedily as her climax ripples through her form.\n\nHer climax shudders through her in desperate, clenching waves, her swollen sex pulsing around Esquire’s cock as he growls in approval but he doesn’t stop. \n\nHis thrusts only grow sharper and deeper, the wet slap of their soaked fur against fur echoing in the sterile room as he chases his own release. Dilara’s vision whites out, her muzzle hanging open in a silent scream as he rams into her cervix again and again, the thick medial ring of his shaft finally stretching her entrance obscenely wide as he buries himself to the hilt with his flare popping past her cervix as he too cums.\n\nBoth are on the hight of extacy, their bodies trembling, their minds high on feel good hormones, it seems to last forever but in reality its mere seconds, after 10 or so Esquire withdraws his limp cock from her folds and whipes it on her thigh, then he retires and clocks out for the day leaving her there as a mess on display for his co-workers to enjoy."
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  "description": "Another piece I wrote for myself because I have no commisions T_T\nWritten by me @AeylinFaith"
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  "writing": "Dilara is a waitress in a diner along a relatively calm road. She is a shy, introverted girl who doesn't get much attention. She has a pretty face with nerdy glasses, but that's about it. She likes to read manga's and watch anime and has often felt jelous of those beautifull figures, especially those with long and strong legs beneath a thicc ass, or those with breast that seem natural despite their ability to defy gravity.\n\nShe's currently working her shift and notices someone staring at her in an unusual way. It's not just the fact that they are staring, at least that's what it looks like behind the glasses but the fact they seem right out of the cover of one of those mangas. \"Equinia Lanore\" she mutters to herself as she stares back at the figure, it takes her a moment to recover and resume serving the guests in the diner.\n\nDilara’s fingers tighten around the menu in her hands, her breath hitching as she forces herself to look away from the striking figure seated in the corner booth. The woman, 'the real' Equinia Lanore, if her memory serves, leans back with an effortless grace, her long, smooth legs crossed beneath the table, the curve of her thighs accentuated by the snug fit of her skirt. Even the way she tilts her head, the faint flick of her equine-like tail against the vinyl seat, sends a shiver down Dilara’s spine.\n\nSwallowing hard, Dilara adjusts her glasses and hurries to the next table, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She's so taken aback she's actually standing next to an empty table asking what they'd like to order, embarrased she can see Lanore smile and lift her hand.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as she realizes Lanore is summoning her. Her legs feel unsteady as she crosses the diner, the clack of her cheap work shoes suddenly loud against the linoleum. Up close, Lanore’s presence is overwhelming. The way her golden-brown eyes gleam with amusement, her delicate equine ears twitching slightly beneath silken hair. The faint scent of jasmine and some wild musk clings to her.\n\n“You recognized me,” Lanore murmurs, her voice low and velveteen. I suppoce you are a cultured girl~?\"\n\nDilara freezes, unsure how to handle this unfamiliar interaction. She isn't used to striking up a conversation and typically just takes and serves orders, it's only when Lanore continues \"Are you alright?\" she manages to stammer a responce; \"Y-yes..I-I'm j-just..nn..ervous!\"\n\nLanore gives a warm comforting smile and gesture of her hand, touching Dilara with the grace of a mother. \"It's alright, just pretend I'm your best friend and bring me one of those strawberry shakes dear.\"\n\nDilara nods and heads off to make the shake, her own hands shaking as she works the machine and tries to find something neutral to focus her attention to but she keeps glancing over to Lanore's table, her scent still strong even from here.\n\nThe shake machine whirs to life as Dilara grips the cold metal handle, her knuckles whitening. The vibration travels up her arm, mingling with the rapid pulse in her wrist. She can still feel the phantom warmth of Lanore’s fingers where they brushed hers.\n\nBehind her, a spoon clinks against glass. Lanore is stirring her water, the ice cubes dancing in slow circles. Every movement is deliberate, hypnotic. Dilara’s breath fogs the stainless steel blender lid as she leans closer, pretending to check the consistency.\n\nA co-worker comes up to ask if everythings alright and she nods, finishing up the process and preparing to serve the drink to Lanore.\n\n\n\n\nLanore is full of beauty and grace, sitting there like she's riding a limo to the catwalk. Dilara almost trips head over heals but recovers just enough to hold up the drink, only to notice Lanore is doing the same, their fingers touching as a drip of liquid spills over them.\n\n\"I-I'm sorry!\" Dilara panics but to her surprice Lanore leans in and licks it off both their fingers with a smirk.\n\n\"Problem solved, you didn't spill a drop deary its fine.\"\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as Lanore’s tongue drags slowly over her fingertip, warm, wet, and impossibly soft. The sensation lingers like a brand even after the woman pulls back, her smirk deepening at the way Dilara’s cheeks flare crimson red. The spilled shake drips onto the table between them, a single bead rolling toward the edge before Lanore catches it with a lazy swipe of her thumb.\n\n“S-sorry,” Dilara stammers again, her voice barely above a whisper. Her knees wobble as she clutches the tray to her chest like a shield.\n\nLanore tuts and licks of her finger pretending as if nothing happened and softly whispers that it's okay and she should head back to tend to other guests.\n\nDilara’s stumbles back a half-step, and turns as a customer clears their throat three tables over, snapping Dilara’s spine rigid. She pivots too fast, her heel catching on a loose floor tile. Lanore’s tail flicks once as if amused by the stumble and holds Dilara up by her arm. \"Carefull Sugar, wouldn't want such a dessert to spill all over the floor~\"\n\nDilaras cheeks burn a deeper shade of ambarasment as she heads over to the next customer, she takes their order and serves it, by that time Lanore is nearly done and gestures to receive the paycheck.\n\nWhen Dilara arrives at her table she can't help but ask the question that's been burning on her mind; \"Wh-were.. d-did you get t-those mods?\"\n\nA pause.. \"Oh these?~\" Lanore asks flicking both her ears and tail. Another pause.. \"Hmm..\" she fumbles in her purse and retrieves a buesnesscard;\n\n—M.A.R.E. Inc—\nEquinia Lanore\n06 522 387 99\[email protected]\n\n\"If you flip it to the back, there is a general number and website, if you scan this card they know I've referred you and your request will be dealt with in priority. I suggest you check out their site for options~\"  \n\nDilara’s fingers tremble as she takes the card, the sleek material cool against her skin. The edges catch the diner’s light, casting a faint sheen over the embossed logo of a stylized horse’s head entwined with a DNA helix. She flips it over, her breath shallow, and the tiny QR code glints like a secret waiting to be unlocked.\n\n\"O-kay! T-thanks!\" Dilara smiles and pockets the card. \"Thank you so much for dining with us, have a pleasant day!~\" she adds before heading back to the bar. That night at home she scans the QR code and browses the site.\n\n\n\n\nDilara’s fingers hover over her tablet. The QR code redirects her to a sleek, minimalist website with a black background, neon-blue text scrolling like liquid electricity. A pop-up appears:\n\n\"Welcome, New User. Your genetic potential awaits.\"\n\nHer breath hitches as she taps the Browse Mods button. The screen dissolves into a cascade of options—ears, tails, eyes, even skin or fur texture. Each thumbnail pulses faintly, as if alive. She hesitates, then clicks on —Kemonomimi Starter Pack—.\n\nA variety of options are displayed but the longer she looks the more she realises she wants.. more.. she wants to become a furry. She taps towards —Anthropomorphic— and looks over her options.\n\nDilara’s pulse thrums in her ears as the screen refreshes, revealing a gallery of sleek, digitized forms —equine, feline, canine— each rendered in stunning detail. Her thumb brushes over the Equine Full Conversion tab, and the image expands, showcasing a mare with a coat like polished mahogany, her powerful thighs tapering into delicate hooves. A shiver runs down Dilara’s spine as she notices the subtle Customization toggle blinking invitingly in the corner.\n\nHer breath fogs the screen as she leans closer, fingertips tracing the slider labeled —Hip-Width Adjustment—.\n\nShe begins sliding it before fully knowing it, her fingers glide along the screen till she finds the perfect curves. A pop-up comes up on the screen, —Confirm Biomatric Scan—? —Press thumb here—\n\nDilara hesitates for only a second before pressing her trembling thumb against the screen. A soft chime rings out, and the tablet pulses with a warm, golden glow as thin tendrils of light spiral outward, scanning her fingerprint in intricate detail. The screen flickers—Scan Complete. Processing Genetic Compatibility…—before another notification pops up:\n\n\"Optimal Match Detected. Equine Full Conversion—Available\"\nConfirm? Y/N\n\nShe selects yes, a chime rings and the screen goes black. Confused she tries to turn the tablet on but it doesn't work.. after a few seconds the light in her appartment goes out.. then everything including the tablet goes on as bright as it can, she's flashbanged and disoriented, unable to see for a few seconds, enough for a specialized team to storm her room and administer a drug into her bloodstream, then the 'lights' go out fully..\n\nShe wakes up some time later strapped inside a dentist chair and a plain white room facing a window, behind it equally plain white tiles stare back at her, she inspects her bindings and notices she's completly naked.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in shallow, panicked hitches as her eyes dart around the sterile white room. She tugs instinctively, but the bindings don’t budge. A faint hum fills the air, rhythmic and mechanical, like the purr of distant machinery.\n\nThe window across from her flickers. A silhouette moves behind the glass. Then, a hiss of hydraulics as a hidden door slides open.\n\nHooves click against the tiles.\n\nIn the reflection of the glass, she can see an male equine in a white latex suit approaching, his tail swaying lazily behind him.\n\nThe equine’s hooves click against the sterile tiles, each step deliberate, predatory. Dilara’s breath hitches as the figure steps into the light—tall, her latex suit clinging to every curve, the material gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. A name tag glints on his chest: Operator #Esquire\n\nDilara’s wrists strain against the restraints, the leather biting into her skin as the operator leans in, his warm breath ghosting over Dilara’s ear. \"Shhh, little mare\" he murmurs, his voice honeyed but edged with something darker. \"You signed the waiver. Scanned your thumb. Selected your modifications.. You wanted this.. remember that.\"\n\n\n\n\nOperator Esquire’s gloved fingers trail down Dilara’s bare arm, the latex catching slightly on her clammy skin. She flinches at the contact, her pulse racing beneath her wrist restraints. A soft beep sounds from the ceiling as a holographic projection flickers to life above her—a 3D rendering of her own body, nude and trembling, overlaid with glowing blue markers along her spine, hips, and the delicate curve of her jaw.\n\nThe operator’s tail flicks once as he taps a panel on his wrist.\n\nThe holographic projection flickers as Operator Esquire drags a gloved fingertip across Dilara’s collarbone, tracing the path of her future modifications. A cold metallic taste floods her mouth as hidden nozzles in the chair hiss, the anaesthetic mist coating her tongue. Her thighs twitch when subcutaneous implants activate along her spine, the nano-particles already weaving through her bloodstream like liquid silver.\n\nBehind the glass, shadows shift, likely another operator holding a tablet stepping out in front of her, this one wears purple and starts taking notes, through the glass she can see their callsign:  Operator #Luxuria.\n\nDilara’s breath catches as the new figure steps into view, taller than Esquire, their latex suit shimmering in violet hues, clinging to every contour of their equine form. Their muzzle twitches in amusement as they tap the tablet, their hooves clicking softly against the floor. A faint scent of synthetic lavender fills the air, cloying and sweet, making her head swim.\n\nShe's unsure how and where the scents are coming from, one would expect the glass to hold back such things, but perhaps she was hallucinating these scents as a byproduct of the drugs pumped into her system. During her distraction, Esquire has set up an IV drip with a nerve-numbing agent so her pain tolerance increases significantly. \"For the changes that follow~\" He coos in her ear.\n\nThe IV drips, a steady flow. She tries to swallow but her throat is dry. The lavender scent thickens, cloying now, wrapping around her like a second skin. Operator Luxuria’s fingers dance across the tablet, their eyes never leaving hers. A soft chime echoes through the room, and Dilara’s body jerks as the first wave of neural feedback ripples through her.\n\nHer spine arches involuntarily against the chair as something shifts beneath her skin like tiny, crawling pinpricks of heat tracing the paths marked by the hologram. The chair hums and begins to glow, another mechanical apparatus lowers from the ceiling enclosing her in the chair like a solar bank. \"It is best if you close your eyes, but you don't have to\" Esquire tells her as the cover also starts glowing with a vibrant colour of green.\n\nThe green glow pulses like a heartbeat, casting eerie reflections across Dilara’s sweat-slicked skin. A high-pitched whirring starts near her temples, and she feels the first tug at the roots of her hair, strands thickening, darkening, coarsening into something unmistakably equine.\n\nOperator Luxuria’s voice purrs through hidden speakers, laced with static. \"Follicular stimulation commencing.\"\n\nDilara’s skin prickles as thousands of hair follicles ignite with unnatural growth, strands thickening into coarse, silken tendrils that sprout across her body, her arms, legs.. every inch of skin gets covered in chestnut fur.\n\nThe fur spreads like wildfire, each follicle igniting under the nanite swarm beneath her skin. Dilara’s breath hitches as her spine jerks the vertebrae elongating, shifting with a series of wet, muffled clicks. The restraints groan as her torso arches, ribs expanding to accommodate the sudden swell of her chest already shaping towards the one she'd dreamt of. A gasp escapes her as her nipples stiffen, darkening into glossy black against the chestnut fur, her areolas puckering under an unseen current of stimulation.\n\nEsquire’s gloved fingers dance along the control panel, his smirk audible in his voice. \"Ah, there we go. As expected...\"\n\nHer hips jerk violently as her pelvis reshapes itself, cartilage liquefying and reforming with audible pops. The scent of musk laced with a growth stimulant floods her nostrils as her tailbone elongates, vertebrae knitting together into a sleek, twitching appendage that lashes against the chair. Luxuria’s tablet chirps; a new alert flashing crimson as Dilara’s jawbone creaks apart, her teeth tingling before erupting into flat molars perfect for grazing.\n\nA warm pressure builds between her thighs as her labia swell, the folds glistening under the green light. Esquire’s hand trails down her trembling belly, latex fingers pausing just above the pulsing heat as if to tease her. \n\n\n\n\nEsquire's latex-clad fingers press harder against Dilara's trembling belly, the material squeaking against her sweat-slick fur as he leans closer. His hot breath ghosting over her twitching equine ears wich are still newly formed and hypersensitive as they take in their surroundings. \n\nHis other hand slides lower, tracing the swollen, dripping seam of her transformed sex. \"Such an eager little mare already~\" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.  \n\nThe restraints around her wrists whir, loosening just enough to allow her arms to fall slack at her sides, but not enough to struggle. Not that she could.. not that she would.. her muscles feel molten, every nerve alight with the aftershocks of modification. Her mind equally a putty in Esquires hands and those of Slut.Co\n\nShe whimpers as his fingers pinch her clit. \"Already winking for me hmm? Such a naughty girl~\" He coos in delight, toying with her like a child with a new play-dough set.\n\nEsquire’s fingers slide into her sex and curl deeper, the slick heat of her folds parting easily under his latex-clad touch. \n\nA choked whinny escapes Dilara’s throat as his thumb grinds against her clit in slow, deliberate circles~each press sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her overstimulated nerves. The scent of her arousal thickens the air, musk mingling with the sterile tang of the lab, and her tail lashes wildly against the chair’s restraints.  \n\n\"Look at you,\" Esquire murmurs, his voice a velvet purr as he withdraws his fingers just enough to let her feel the absence. \"Dripping before I’ve even properly started..\" \n\nHe holds his glistening fingers up to her muzzle and she instinctively licks them off, she isn't sure why but Esquire seems to have that kind of influence over her. Either that or the lab chemicals are doing their wondrous work.\n\nHer thighs clench ever so slightly, held back by the bindings of the chair, she whimpers and nickers with need, desperate for his touch.\n\nEsquire’s chuckle is low and knowing, letting her taste linger on her tongue before he reaches for the restraints at her waist. The buckles release with a series of mechanical clicks, and the lower half of the chair splits open, exposing her fully; furred thighs trembling, tail flicking in frantic anticipation.  \n\nThe sound of latex gloves snapping against his wrists makes her ears twitch, and then his hands are on her hips, lifting her just enough to align her dripping sex with the thick, throbbing length already freed from his suit.\n\nDilara’s breath hitches as the blunt, flared head of Esquire’s cock presses against her entrance wich is already a slick mess. Eagerly fluttering with need. It’s too much, the sheer girth of him stretching her obscenely wide as he sinks in with a single, relentless thrust. A ragged whinny tears from her throat, her newly formed equine ears flattening against her skull as her body strains to accommodate him.  She can feel the individial pulsing veins along his shaft as she clamps down on him, milking him before they've properly started.\n\nEvery inch is agony and ecstasy as the ridges of his shaft drag against her oversensitive nerves, the flare rubbing past her G-spot as it pops pasts and against her cervix.\n\nShe's out of breath from not even taking half of him, his medial ring still outside of her cunt but she knows she can't take more of him, this tough seems enough to satisfy Esquire judging from his expression but she's to focused on herself and her need to climax that she's not paying him too much attention.\n\n\"Plllhheeash..Fhhhuck..m-m-Me~!\" She trembles, her thighs quivering with a pending release that doesn't come, Esquire just pauses there, pressing his flared head against her cervix like a perverted make-out session. \"Please what?.. I didn't quite catch that..\"\n\nHis fingers tighten on her hips as he gives an experimental roll of his hips, just enough to make her gasp. Her inner walls flutter around the unbearable stretch of him.  \n\n\"Please—!\" The word dissolves into a shuddering moan as he drags himself nearly all the way out, the ridges of his cock catching on her swollen inner lips before slamming back in with a wet, obscene slap. Her body jerks against the restraints, her tail lashing wildly as the brutal pace begins, each thrust punching the air from her lungs, each withdrawal leaving her clenching around nothing before he fills her again.\n\nThis all happens as the purple-suited Luxuria watches on, scrabbling notes and taking a picture here and there.\n\nDilara’s breath comes in ragged, stuttering gasps as Esquire’s hips piston into her with relentless force. Each thrust forcing another choked whinny from her throat, her body arching against the restraints as pleasure and overstimulation blur into something molten and overwhelming. His cock; thick, veined, and unyielding, stretches her to the brink, the flare of his head grinding against her cervix in a way that makes her vision swim with stars.  \n\nHer thighs tremble, her fur slick with sweat as her body betrays her, clenching down on him greedily as her climax ripples through her form.\n\nHer climax shudders through her in desperate, clenching waves, her swollen sex pulsing around Esquire’s cock as he growls in approval but he doesn’t stop. \n\nHis thrusts only grow sharper and deeper, the wet slap of their soaked fur against fur echoing in the sterile room as he chases his own release. Dilara’s vision whites out, her muzzle hanging open in a silent scream as he rams into her cervix again and again, the thick medial ring of his shaft finally stretching her entrance obscenely wide as he buries himself to the hilt with his flare popping past her cervix as he too cums.\n\nBoth are on the hight of extacy, their bodies trembling, their minds high on feel good hormones, it seems to last forever but in reality its mere seconds, after 10 or so Esquire withdraws his limp cock from her folds and whipes it on her thigh, then he retires and clocks out for the day leaving her there as a mess on display for his co-workers to enjoy."
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