The Dutiful Golem Pt. 04

Lotus was slammed against a wall, chains forcefully outstretching her arms and forcing her legs to take a V shape. She couldn't even try to free herself, the magic that hit her still locking her limbs in place. Even her head and eyes were locked in place, paralysed by the strike.

She could still see that she was in some stone cell, and even see who did this. She was standing right in front of her, after all. Justine.

"I'm so glad we finally meet face to face!"

Lotus felt as if she was faced by a deformed reflection at first. The naked hyena in front of her was disturbingly similar to her in many ways: almost the same height, large breasts as perky as hers, and a well-defined if lesser musculature in her arms and chest. Only her fur was different, golden brown instead of her brownish colour, while her eyes were completely swallowed by a sickly red hue.

She snapped her fingers, and motion returned to Lotus's face. Frowning, she tried to scream at her double to let her go, but no sound escaped her now silent lips. Her visible despair at the revelation was met with glee, Justine openly laughing at her misfortune.

"Sorry, doll. We have work to do, and it just wouldn't do to hurt your precious throat."

She took a step forward, her hands popping open Lotus's top before groping her breasts. As the golem fruitlessly tried to fight back against her paralysis, the sorceress bent forward and gave both a long lick, purposely leaving a trail of droll between them.

"She went to town with them, didn't she?" she asked as she slapped them both. "I can taste her all over... it's a shame you can't enjoy any of that... or can you?"

She pressed herself against Lotus, their chests squeezing together as her entire face invaded the golem's view. As Lotus tried to put what little distance she could between her and Justine, the sorceress trapped her head between her hands, magic surging through her palms as she leaned in.

She felt the magic seeping inside her as Justine eagerly kissed her closed mouth. She fully intended to refuse her forever, until the magic took hold of her crystal, remaking... something inside her along the way. Something warm spread in her body... and she tasted something good on her lips.

"Better now, isn't it? To think you did all of that with her without even tasting how... delectable she is. Open wide, I'll give you a mouthful."

Lotus wanted to resist, but that taste on her lips was enticing. She was made of clay; she shouldn't have been able to experience it... and yet she couldn't deny that she was tasting something. Something that she wanted more of...

She slightly opened her mouth, enough to lap the droll smeared on her face. In an instant, the taste graced her tongue with enough intensity to leave her dazed. Her crystal resonated with approval, spreading warmth all over her.

It was mostly the droll of a hyena, but she definitely tasted something else there. Something sweetly addictive that she could only describe as "foxy", no doubt left there when Mathilde touched her earlier. These newfound flavours persisted in her mouth as she tried to scoop up more. Could Mathilde really be this... tasty?

"Open wide, doll!"

Justine used her distraction to shove one of the golem's hands into her own mouth. Her frustration, and the temptation to pull back, quickly disappeared when her tongue touched the cold digits. These had been all over Mathilde mere minutes ago, and the taste there was untainted and incredible, making her forget everything about the clay it laid on.

She couldn't help it and sucked on, sliding her tongue in every fold she could find, her jaw numbed by the intoxicating aroma. The realisation that her arms were now unshackled only made her spread open her hand, just to lick the now revealed space between her fingers.

All the while, she felt something stir inside her, a vague sensation in her belly that made itself more and more intense. It suddenly reached a breaking point, and she felt a wave of something pleasurable shake her to her core. It was too overwhelming, and her arms tensed as she let out a moan that echoed in the small room. It left her gasping, and as it somewhat calmed down, she tried to make sense of it...

Did she... was it her first...?

"Oh, my poor little doll... to think she left you blue balled this entire time. Mathilde really is a sadistic wizard..."

Despite her excitement, she was able to frown and shot an angry glare at her captor, and she would have screamed at her if her voice wasn't still silenced. She had seen how Mathilde despaired at her inability to experience her pleasure, and knew she was anything but a sadist!

"... but she does have an eye for detail, I'll give her that." quickly backpedalled Justine, before her lascivious tone returned. "But even then, she missed a few things..."

Lotus's top fell to the ground as Justine peeled it off completely, before her hands returned to the golem's breasts. She felt magic course inside of her mounds, twisting something under their smooth surface.

She soon saw what it was: two black, pointy nipples emerged from her overwise smooth clay, soon standing almost as long as her pinkie, a large areola forming at their base. She felt how erect they were and, once Justine made her yelp by pressing against one with her thumb, how sensitive she made them.

"There, much better. Do you feel how good it feels? To think she deprived you of these... Come on, I don't want to be the only one having fun there!"

As the hyena took a step back, Lotus found herself at a crossroad. The idea to try to grab and overpower Justine crossed her mind first, but she soon found herself enthralled by these new nipples of hers.

They were so... perked up, as if begging for her delicate attention, their frustration reaching her mind in full. She brought her hands down on them, and couldn't repress her moans as pleasure propagated from them to her whole body, even more so when she pinched them between her fingers.

And yet, she didn't come this time, desperately stuck on the edge of climaxing. She needed something else to truly please herself. Something to treat her right... like the warm tongue lolling out of a naked, lusty hyena right in front of her. She grabbed her by the back of her head, eliciting a small giggle from her "victim" as she shoved her against her cleavage.

"You know what you want, don't you? I like that in a gal!"

Barely a second later, the hyena pressed her wet tongue on the closest nipple. The feeling of the hot appendage against her cold, hard nipple shook Lotus to her core, and she came instantly, once again overtaken by the sudden surge of pleasure.

She kept pressing the greedy sorceress against her attention starved breast while her free hand helped Justine's own to entertain her other nipple. And yet, she knew more was to come, as she felt a hand slip in her pants to fondle the smooth space between her legs.

As something started to tingle in her crotch, she shifted the hyena's muzzle from her breast to her mouth, yearning to taste more of Mathilde. Sadly, her tongue could only feel more drool coming from the hyena, whose taste was much less potent. She ended the kiss in an instant, a twinge of guilt giving her pause.

"Why the long face, doll?" Justine asked as she nuzzled her neck. "Don't overthink with your silly little head. Just think about all the pleasure to be had... including the more... lengthy."

The hyena started to fiddle more with Lotus's crotch, her fingers now digging in her clay as waves of bliss spread in her body, the thought of fighting back completely gone.

She felt so much... and yet she yearned for more... much more!

She pinched both of her nipples, and felt herself black out for a moment as she had yet another orgasm. As she regained her bearings, she noticed Justine wasn't standing there anymore, and that her pants somehow felt... smaller, straining against her ablaze crotch.

"Down here, doll!"

She felt a lick against her midriff, and parted her breasts out of the way to look down. Arousal warmed her cheeks as she saw what was going on, her eyes crossing the mischievous grin Justine gave her.

Something was growing out of her crotch, pressing against her pants from the inside as it steadily grew against her right tight, pressed against it by the fabric of her clothes.

The feeling of her new appendage slowly rubbing against the walls of its prison was different from everything she experienced so far. Different... and certainly pleasurable in its own way.

She desperately reached down to try and grab it, figuring that a few strokes would multiply her pleasure tenfold, but something invincible stopped her a few centimetres short. She let out a needy whine as Justine chuckled, still looking up to her.

"I'm sorry... terribly so! But you'll have to wait for a bit, doll."

She gave a flick of her finger to Lotus's new member, sending once more a shiver of pleasure through her body and making it grow even more. She hoped for something more, but nothing else came, the sorceress seemingly content to just watch her stew in her frustration, a grin on her face.

"I mean... I already gave a lot to you. I completed you, gave you all these things you were denied... I'm not all give, you know?"

Lotus felt her pointy tip finally stop growing, which made her situation even worse: she felt it burning with desire under the fabric, eager to release all its pent-up energy in her biggest orgasm yet... but she could do nothing to actually pour it out, the need slowly getting to her head as every other stimulation seemed to grow stale in comparison.

"So, I'll ask you... what can you offer me in return?"

She felt something shift in her throat, her ability to form words returning to her. Something inside her... her crystal... wanted nothing more than to get the release she needed, she was owned, be it by begging or threatening the sorceress. But another part of her realised she was still dealing with a demonically inspired sorceress, long enough to quiet the other part and ask instead:

"Show me what you did first... I want to see if it's good."

She felt a bit smug when she saw the confused expression on Justine's face. She certainly didn't expect resistance at this point, and it gave Lotus some confidence knowing that she could still fight back against the worst of it.

This newfound confidence immediately shattered when Justine pulled her pants down, allowing her member to spring free.

"There. I think you'll find it... good."

She watched in awe as her new red member, free from its confine, wiggled for a moment before stopping, standing straight as an arrow. It was longer than her full hand, with a pointy tip and knotty base that reminded her of the wolf's prick she touched days ago.

Justine soon returned, wrapping her hand around Lotus's newly formed dick. She instantly felt a bolt of pleasure surge through her... and the tantalising impression that something was building up inside, waiting for the right moment to come out.

"I can assure you, it is fully functional, and you could even breed a bitch or two with that. And it can be yours if you give me something worthwhile..."

The crystal inside Lotus was pulsing with an answer: to proclaim her obedience to Justine, to promise to serve and treat her like she did with Mathilde... and she found herself agreeing with it. First the ability to feel pleasure, then this tool that could give Mathilde the breeding she wanted so much...

Yes... she would now be able to treat her as she deserved. She looked down to the smiling Justine, and nodded to her as she proudly said:

"I'll serve you."

The hyena smile grew even larger, her teeth now in full view as she stood up to look in Lotus's eyes.

"Oh... how lovely will it be when Mathilde finally sees you. The remade golden gal against the wizard and her knight. I can't wait for us to have our fun once they're trounced!"

Whatever joy Lotus felt was dimmed by Justine's words. She did her best to keep this hidden by mimicking her new mistress's exaggerated smile.

"What would you want to do to them?" she asked in a servile tone.

"I don't care about the knight, you or my cultists could dumb him from the top of the fortress for all I care. As for Mathilde... how about you give her this breeding she yapped about while I bury her snout between my legs? Oh... to think about how her moans will feel... and to what we will be able to do next!"

A ripple crossed Lotus's features as she blankly stared at Justine. Her crystal's whims were now silenced, eclipsed by a still quiet rage that was slowly building up the more she listened to this lurid plan.

It was to her that Mathilde professed her love. Her who occupied her thoughts for days. Her who saved Mathilde from Justine's cultists.

And this upstart wanted half of the fun, while all she did was send people against the both of them?

No, Mathilde would not be shared, she would be hers, and hers alone!

Justine, perhaps sensing the mood shift occurring in Lotus, tried to say something as she took a step back. But she was too slow and too late, the golem's powerful hands wrapping around her neck before squeezing.

"She loves me! She's mine! Why would she want to touch a pest like you?"

The smile which adorned the Hyena's face faded as she started to gasp. Her arms glowed with red as she tried to use her magic against Lotus, but whatever spell she casted didn't fire off properly, probably because of the onset of suffocation.

"You are a disgrace! She told me about you, you never were worthy of her!"

Something in her chest seemed to be beating faster and faster as Justine's struggles grew more desperate, her flailing slowly losing in intensity as fear blossomed in her red eyes.

"She confessed to me! I'll be better than you!"

Lotus blacked out as soon as the words escaped her mouth, losing control of all her limbs as she was plunged in silent blackness. Her previous lust, her rage from a moment ago, even her love for Mathilde all disappear with her vision.

She was still conscious however, and tried to make sense of her situation. A spell? No, Justine was on the verge of losing consciousness, and she didn't feel any magic. A physical hit? They were alone in her cell, and who would have been strong enough to get her in a single hit? Getting overwhelmed again? She only had one thing in her mind at the moment, unlike the last time when...

She suddenly regained control of her body as a searing pain erupted in every inch of her being. She screamed from her wounded throat as she reflexively curled into a ball, which did nothing to alleviate the fire than spread in her limbs, her vision turning red as she lost herself in the pain.

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She laid on the ground for an unknown amount of time, unable to even open her eyes to see what assailed her. The pain didn't diminish, but she somewhat adapted to it, allowing her to make sense of her surroundings.

She couldn't hear Justine anymore. She couldn't hear anyone else for that mattered, and her own whimpers were the only thing proving she hadn't gone deaf. Her only company was the cold stone floor, which as least give her burning body some much needed cool.

After some time, she heard a quick flurry of steps outside of her cell. She tried to focus on them, if only to distract herself from her predicament. Whoever was walking first went past her, then quickly went back, before opening the door in a drawn-out creak.

She cringed as a bloodcurdling scream came out of the visitor, but she recognized who it was. Mathilde! She tried to move to face her, to warn her, but something hit her on the muzzle as she squirmed on the ground.

She barely registered the attack, the others that followed, or the thing that started to pour out of her nose. All that mattered was that Mathilde was in danger, while she was laying there on the ground! She sluggishly waved one of her arms around, trying to at least impede the attacker.

"Run, Mathilde! I'll..."

Her voice was reduced to a rugged whimper, her throat hurt by her previous screams, but the beating stopped all the same. Only the shaky breath of Mathilde remained, now.

She felt her body being raised by a steady force, seating her against the wall. Then, something grabbed an object embedded in her torso. Thinking her crystal, her very being was at stake, she once again tried to defend herself, but a renewed wave of pain left her unable to, and she gritted her teeth in response.

As broken cries left her, she realised her aches were like tendrils spreading in her body, like the roots of something growing inside of her. And as this object was being pulled, she realised the pain lessened, first from her hands and paws, then her legs and arms, until it finally popped out of her, leaving her only with residual pain as she breathed heavily.

"Lotus?"

She tried to look toward Mathilde, alarmed by her meek voice. She could barely see the vixen, who appeared as a mere blur through her tear-soaked eyes, but she could tell she was close, crouching in front of her.

She heard a gasp, and soon her hand took one of hers. Weirdly, she felt as if hundreds of tiny needles poked at her body. It didn't hurt at least, even tickling a bit.

"Lotus... are you alright?"

Her vision was returning now, and she saw the concern on Mathilde's face, but also felt her kindness as she caressed her hand. She shivered. How could she accept it? She had planned to turn on her not so long ago! She shouldn't be wasting her time there with her. A pit in her midriff made her avert her gaze, to avoid the wizard's gentle eyes.

"Leave me here... I'm... I will hurt you."

"Lotus..." whispered the vixen, shocked.

"Justine... did things to me. You could rebuild my body, but... the problem is inside. I wanted to have you all to myself, to do as I pleased... without a care about you. I don't want to..."

"Lotus... let me show you something."

The wizard firmly grabbed Lotus's hand, raising it in front of her. She didn't understand what it meant at first, but as her vision returned, so did her comprehension.

It wasn't her hand. Hers were clay, they weren't covered in fur! And the colours were wrong, the only hyena she saw with golden-brown fur was...

She froze before looking down. This fur, these breasts, these arms... they were all Justine's! Her heart pounded in her chest as she started to breathe harder and harder, contemplating this body she was now stuck in.

"But how... why... am I... is Justine inside of me?"

In response, Mathilde showed her a crystal. She never saw it, and yet she recognized every imperfection, every minuscule crack adorning its seemingly smooth surface. It was her crystal, now tainted in an ominous, blood red hue.

"Whatever's left of Justine is there. It was stuck in your chest when I arrived. I... think you were able to transfer your consciousness in her body, and transfer hers in there."

Lotus balked, unconsciously bringing a hand to her mouth. Horrible as she may have been, it seemed like a terrible fate.

"Is she... we can't leave her here."

"To be honest, I don't think it amounted to much." she continued. "I can only sense a demonic presence coming from there. Just a creature that was wearing this body like a glove. Maybe it's why it worked so well... or at all. It certainly suits you much, much better."

"Thanks..." she said, surprised by the compliment. "But still... I don't know how it happened. I'm not sure I'm alone in this body. I don't want to even risk..."

Mathilde let out a sigh, before caressing Lotus's cheek. She was transfixed by how soft it felt, by how nice it felt to have her fur petted, by how her heartbeat quickened...

"Lotus... I told you already. Justine never had green eyes. You're nothing like her. Whatever sick thought she put in your head with her demonic magic was just that, thoughts."

"Alright... but how was I supposed to know my eyes changed colours?" she managed to ask back.

"Well... the eyes are the reflection of the soul, and... it's only more proof that you are you and you alone, body be damned." answered the vixen as she playfully shrugged.

Her expression grew serious once more, her eyes digging in Lotus's own.

"I love you, Lotus."

Her heart skipped a bit at that. She knew it all along, but hearing it still made her cheeks heat up as her heart pumped faster, enough to worry her somewhat.

"I've been bad about showing it. I even hit you a moment ago, thinking you were dead because of Justine! I'm sorry about..."

Lotus didn't care for excuses and explanations. She wanted her to shut up and kiss her already, and so she did. She leaned forward, or at least tried to. Mathilde had to grab her to prevent her from falling forward, but she didn't recoil, holding her close instead. Her lover now only a breath away from her, Lotus weakly smiled as she felt her heart try to break out of her chest.

"I... I love you, too..."

She knew she would be alright as soon as she spoke the words. She felt a pleasant shiver warm her, something fuzzy coming from her and her alone, not a demonic induced mania or a feeling from her treacherous crystal.

The closed the distance, her snout briefly poking Mathilde's own before they found a more comfortable position. She was relieved when their tongues finally touched. No overwhelming taste, no urge to gorge on the vixen. Only a soft tickle coming from their tongue dancing together, trickling down her palate as their fur rubbed against each other.

She closed her eyes as the kiss continued, her hands going to Mathilde's back, petting her wagging tail. Her fingers disappeared in the fluff, the pleasing, soft feeling making its way to her brain. To think she had missed all of this until then...

She leaned more in the embrace as she explored the vixen's back with her hands. She felt warm all over as her heart kept on its indomitable pace. No wonder Mathilde thought their relationship was uneven, when she couldn't perceive all of this! She wanted to ruffle her ears, bury herself in her chest, to wake up with her scent in her nose every morning, to taste her nectar straight from...

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as spasms suddenly shook her, a moan escaping her mouth as she fell back against the wall. Something warm and wet erupted between her legs, and she shamefully realised that she had an orgasm, only from a languorous kiss and her overacting imagination.

"Well... I never thought myself that good of a kisser!" Mathilde jested.

She felt ashamed of herself, but before she could speak or avert her eyes, Mathilde cupped her head in her hands.

"Don't worry. It's perfectly natural... and I'm happy I gave you your first. It was about time I evened things out, wasn't it?"

"You can say that... but you don't own me..."

"Maybe, but I wanted to for a while now. Speaking about..."

Mathilde smirked as she approached Lotus once more, but a call from outside stopped her in place;

"Math? Are you there?"

"Yes! I found Lotus! She... different, but alright!"

"Is Justine there? Do you need help?"

"I'm coming out now. Wait for me. The situation is... complicated!"

The wizard quickly rose to her paws, taking the reddened crystal with her.

"I'll explain what happened. Take a breath, and if you can, take your clothes back."

She then left Lotus alone. It's only then that the hyena noticed her old golem body. Without its crystal to hold it in place, it had collapsed completely, crumbling into a pile of limbs, her old head now lifelessly staring at the ceiling.

She crawled over to it, taking it in her hands. She felt a twinge of unease as she touched the now inert clay, feeling her fur stick to it a bit, fearing she would return inside of it. Even the cheap gemstone that used to be her eyes felt off-putting now, reduced to faded babbles damaged by the fall.

And yet, she felt grateful toward the pile of clay. Limited as it was, it allowed her to meet Mathilde, to fall in love with her, and to make her feel the same. Alive as she was now, she owned it to her past self. She brought both her foreheads together, as she whispered with purpose:

"Thank you, for everything. I will make it right for you... and make us both happy for you."