"Do you think she'll cry again today?" Ursula's fingers lingered on the hem of her skirt, adjusting the black lace just enough to reveal the pale curve of her thigh. The morning light cut through their shared bedroom in sharp angles, catching the ink-black sheen of Ella's hair as she smirked, fastening the last pearl button on her collar.
Ella laughed, a sound like chipped ice. "Of course she will. Did you see how she flinched yesterday when I 'accidentally' spilled the tea?" She traced a fingertip along her lower lip, savoring the memory. The starch in their uniforms was stiff against their skin, but neither minded; the crispness only emphasized the taut lines of their bodies beneath.
Ursula arched her back slightly, feeling the fabric pull tight across her small breasts. "I want to hear it," she murmured. "That little gasp she makes when she's trying not to sob." The words left her mouth like a confession, warm and sticky. Across the room, Ella's breath hitched , just once, before she stepped closer, their polished shoes nearly touching.
The air between them hummed. Ella's hand found Ursula's waist, fingers pressing just above the hipbone where the bone jutted sharply beneath the fabric. "We could corner her in the pantry," she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of Ursula's ear. "No one goes in there after breakfast."
Ursula shivered, not from the chill but from the heat pooling low in her stomach. She imagined Marnie's wide, wet eyes, the way her hands would tremble clutching her apron. "Yes," she breathed, and the word tasted like victory.
But from the shadows unseen, coiled like smoke, a throaty laugh cut through the air. "Oh, how precious." The voice dripped honey and venom. The twins startled, spinning toward the sound, but the darkness clung thick as velvet.
A woman stepped forward, pale as drowned flesh, gray hair cascading down her back, her lips a slash of crimson. "Little maids playing at cruelty," she purred, exhaling a spiral of glittering smoke. It slithered into their nostrils before they could scream, flooding their veins with liquid fire. Their bodies locked, muscles taut as bowstrings.
Then the spinning began. Ursula's vision blurred as she whipped into a vortex, her limbs flailing wildly. Ella spiraled beside her, their skirts flaring like black petals. They crashed together, ribs knocking, breath stolen, only to ricochet apart, bouncing off walls in a mad, twisting dance. The woman watched, her yellow eyes gleaming. "Let's see how you like being toyed with."
The twins landed hard on their knees, gasping, fingers clawing at the hardwood floor. Their thighs burned with sudden pressure as muscles thicken, skin stretching taut over new curves. Ursula choked out a cry, staring down at her legs, now rounder, heavier, the maid uniform seams straining. Ella's breath came in shallow pants as she traced her own transformed flesh, the unfamiliar weight of it making her sway.
"You..." Ursula snarled, but the woman flicked her wrist, and their voices evaporated into choked silence.
Ella's fingers dug into her own plush thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in the softness. She tried to stand, but her balance was all wrong, the shift in her center of gravity sending her stumbling into Ursula. Their bodies collided, heat radiating where skin met skin, the scent of crushed violets and sweat thick between them. The woman chuckled, low and pleased. "Oh, you'll learn."
Ursula couldn't help the whimper that escaped her. The pressure in her hips built like rising floodwaters, bones groaning as they widened, flesh swelling beneath the maid dress until the seams strained audibly. "Ella..." she gasped, but her voice was lost as another wave of transformation hit them.
Ella arched violently, her spine bowing as her hands flew to her hips. She felt them bloom beneath her fingertips, flesh expanding in slow, inexorable pulses. "Fuck," she hissed, startled by the raw pleasure-pain of it, her breath coming in ragged bursts. The fabric of her uniform tore slightly, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.
The woman circled them now, her fingers trailing along their flushed skin. "Poor, pretty things," she murmured, her breath hot against Ursula's ear. "You liked playing with her, didn't you? But real punishment... real cruelty... is so much heavier." She pressed her palm flat against Ursula's lower back, and the twins shuddered in unison. "And you'll feel every inch of it."
Ella gasped as something shifted low in her abdomen. It's a slow, molten pull. She twisted, trying to catch Ursula's gaze, but her sister's eyes were screwed shut, lips parted around silent cries. "What..." The word dissolved into a moan as the flesh beneath her uniform tightened, then released in waves, her once-slim ass swelling outward like dough rising beneath a cloth.
Ursula's nails scraped the floorboards as her own body answered, her asscheeks rounding beneath the straining fabric, the new weight sending jolts through her thighs with every twitch. "Stop," she panted, though the plea lacked conviction, her hips rocked involuntarily, the heat between her legs unbearable as flesh molded itself into something lush and undeniably carnal.
The woman laughed again, this time low and humming, like a struck tuning fork. "Oh, no," she purred, watching their bodies writhe. "You wanted power. Now you'll learn what it costs." She snapped her fingers, and the twins trembled, their asses jiggling with the motion, soft and ripe, the sensation so foreign it bordered on blasphemy. "Every step you take, little maids... you'll remember this."
Ella's breath came in ragged gasps as her chest tightened next, the fabric of her bodice straining against the sudden swell. Her nipples hardened against the cloth, the friction almost unbearable. "U-Un..." she choked out, but her sister was already arching, her own chest pushing outward, the seams of her dress creaking ominously. The pressure built in slow, unbearable waves, like drowning in honey, thick and suffocating until Ursula finally gasped, "Fuck...!" as the first button popped free, skittering across the floor.
Ella clawed at her own dress, her fingers clumsy with panic. "It... hurts..." she hissed through clenched teeth. But the words dissolved into a moan as her breasts surged against her palms, heavy and warm, flesh spilling between her fingers like overripe fruit. The black fabric stretched impossibly tight, the outline of her nipples obscenely visible. She could feel every pulse of her own heartbeat in them, swollen and tender.
Ursula's head tipped back, her lips parting around silent, shuddering breaths as her own breasts grew heavier still, bouncing slightly with each ragged inhale. The sensation was dizzying, like being pulled in two directions at once, her body no longer her own. She barely registered Ella's choked sob beside her, too lost in the slick heat between her thighs, the way her own nipples ached for touch. "Y-You..." she tried again, voice wrecked, but the woman merely smirked, twirling a lock of gray hair around one finger.
"Better hurry, dears," she singsonged, stepping backward into the shadows. "The pantry won't wait forever." And with that, she vanished, leaving only the sound of tearing fabric behind.
Ella's gasp cut through the silence first. "W-What..." Her fingers flew to her scalp as something twitched atop her head, something alive, twitching with every ragged breath. Ursula's mirrored expression told her everything before she even touched them: velvety black fur, sharp edges of cartilage, the startling warmth of blood rushing beneath. Fox ears.
Ursula's mouth opened around a silent scream as her own ears flicked, hyper-sensitive to the rustle of fabric against her newly plush thighs. "Stop... stop this!" she snarled, but her voice came out rougher, lower, vibrating oddly in her own skull. Ella whirled toward her, and they both froze at the unmistakable sway beneath their skirts, something sinuous brushing against their stockings.
Ella shuddered, the sensation overwhelming, her tail curling against the back of her thigh, wiry yet soft, twitching with every panicked breath. "Fuck," she hissed, arching as the furred length slid higher, tickling the underside of her swollen ass. "Fuck... it's... oh god..."
Ursula's own tail lashed violently, flipping her skirt up, exposing the dimpled flesh of her transformed ass cheeks. The humiliation burned worse than the transformation itself. "You... you bitch!" she spat toward the empty air, but the words slurred oddly, her canines sharpening against her tongue. Ella clutched at her sister's wrist, nails digging in, too-sharp now, as their bodies shuddered in unison. The room smelled like musk and crushed petals, thick enough to choke on.
"I..." Ella gasped, then stopped, her pupils blown wide. Ursula followed her gaze downward. A slow pulse throbbed low in her belly, unfamiliar muscles clenching wetly. The realization hit them both at once: slick heat pooling between their thighs, twitching with every rapid heartbeat. Their maid aprons strained against their swollen breasts, damp patches spreading obscenely. Ursula's nostrils flared. The scent wasn't just theirs. It was Marnie's too, phantom traces of her skin, her sweat, her fear suddenly irresistible, intoxicating.
Ella moaned first, sharp and fractured, her hips jerking forward. "H-Her," she gasped, fingernails tearing at her own stockings. "Want... want her to cry again. Want her to sob while I..." The words dissolved into a feral growl, her tongue running over elongated canines.
Ursula didn't need to ask who "her" was. The image burned behind her eyelids: Marnie pinned beneath them, trembling thighs pried apart, their new tails flicking against her skin while they.....
The thought alone made Ursula's cunt clench violently, drool pooling under her tongue. She grabbed Ella's face, their foreheads knocking together. "Not just tears," she snarled, voice guttural. "Want her wet for it. Want her begging." Ella's answering whimper was pure hunger, her newly thick thighs squeezing around nothing, the fabric of her panties tearing as her hips bucked. The air between them crackled, charged with something feral and possessive not for each other, never each other, but for the girl trembling in the pantry, unaware of what awaited her.
The doorknob rattled. Both twins froze, ears swiveling toward the sound. Marnie's voice, hesitant and soft, drifted through the wood: "I-is someone in there?" Ella's breath hitched, her back arching, tail lashing. Ursula's grin split her face wide, too many teeth now, as she purred, "Oh, sweetheart..." Her fingers flexed. The game had changed.
They lunged in unison, fingernails scraping wood, but the door swung open to empty air. The pantry yawned dark and hollow. Ella snarled, nostrils flaring, no sweat, no tears, no Marnie. Just the lingering ghost of crushed violets and something darker, muskier. "Where..." Ursula's question died as shadows pooled thicker near the flour sacks. A whisper of silk, then nothing.
Ella's ears flattened. "She was here." Her voice dripped venom and need. Ursula crouched, sniffing the floorboards where Marnie's footprints should've been. Instead, her tongue found salt and fox-scent. The realization hit like a slap: that gray bitch had stolen their prey. Ursula's growl vibrated through her ribs. "Find her," she hissed.
Ella was already moving, her tail flicking against torn stocking seams. The hunger twisted hotter, meaner, not just for Marnie's fear now, but for the throat of whoever took her. Their fingernails clicked against hardwood in sync, hunting. Somewhere in the walls, a woman laughed.
Meanwhile, the gray fox woman had Marnie's chin pinched between sharp fingers, her breath smelling of burnt sugar. "Look at them," she crooned, nails digging just shy of breaking skin. The pantry's doorframe warped around them as if painted by a drunk. Marnie's pupils shrank everything beyond the woman's shoulder swirled in brushstrokes.
She snapped her fingers. Two shrieks tore through the house as Drisella and Anastasia Tremaine tumbled onto the rug, their pink and yellow skirts flaring like spilled paint. "Christ alive..." Drisella scrambled back, her palm hitting a wall that rippled under her touch.
Anastasia gagged on the air. "It smells like turpentine and... and sweat..."
The twins smelled them first. Ursula's nose twitched, new meat, spoiled beneath perfume. Ella's ears swiveled toward the living room before either sister could scream again. Their claws fingernails floorboards in unison.
The gray fox woman exhaled smoke against Marnie's throat. "They'll pick their toys soon." Her teeth glinted. "Poor girls won't know which bite is worse."
Drisella's scream strangled into a gasp when she saw them, not maids, not anymore, their black-furred tails flicking against stockinged thighs, their aprons ripped at the seams from heaving chests. "Christ," she choked out, scrambling backward, elbow hitting Anastasia's ribs. "They're... they're fucking *alive*...!"
Anastasia's lips parted around nothing, her painted nails digging into her own skirts. The scent hit her first, musk and crushed violets, wet ink and sweat, before the sight did: Ursula's too-long fingers flexing, Ella's pupils slit like a cat's. "Oh," she breathed, and her thighs pressed together without permission, the heat sudden and mortifying.
Ella's nostrils flared. "Pretty," she purred, the word vibrating oddly in her throat as she stalked forward, her tail lashing. Ursula mirrored her, their movements synchronized, predatory. Drisella's pulse pounded in her ears as one black-fingernailed hand reached for her curls, then stopped, hovering an inch from her scalp.
"Which one," Ursula murmured, her breath hot against Anastasia's cheek, "tastes sweeter when she cries?" Her tongue dragged over sharpened canines, leaving a glistening trail. Ella's answering laugh was all teeth.
Drisella whimpered. The sound tore something loose in them.
The gray fox woman watched from the shadows, her grin widening as the twins lunged.
Drisella's yellow skirts flared like a beacon as she bolted for the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Split up!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. Anastasia didn't need telling twice, she was already veering left toward the stairs, pink silk hissing against her thighs.
Ella's nostrils flared. "Yellow," she snarled, her fingernails scraping the floorboards as she launched after Drisella's retreating form.
Ursula's laughter was a dark ripple in the air as she pivoted toward Anastasia. "Pink," she purred, her tail lashing.
Anastasia's heel caught on the third step, sending her sprawling across the landing with a cry. The scent of her fear, sour and sweet, like overripe peaches flooded Ursula's senses. She pounced, her new muscles coiling with feral grace, pinning Anastasia's wrist to the banister. The Tremaine sister whimpered, her pulse fluttering beneath Ursula's thumb like a caged bird.
(Ella and Drisella)
Meanwhile, Drisella's lungs burned as she skidded into the conservatory, Ella's hot breath ghosting over her nape. "N-No..." she stammered, back hitting the glass panes. Ella's fingernails dug into her shoulders, not deep enough to bleed, just enough to sting. "Please..."
"Begging already?" Ella murmured, her tongue dragging along the shell of Drisella's ear. The Tremaine sister shuddered, her knees buckling as Ella's tail curled possessively around her thigh.
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Ursula's growl echoed from the staircase, low and pleased. Anastasia arched beneath her, her pink dress tearing at the shoulder as Ursula's teeth grazed the exposed skin. "S-Stop..."
"But you don't mean that," Ursula crooned, her fingernails tracing the frantic jump of Anastasia's pulse. The Tremaine sister's breath hitched, her thighs pressing together, not in protest, but something far more damning.
(Ella and Drisella)
Ella's laughter rang out, sharp and bright. "Oh, pretty thing," she sighed, her fingers tightening in those golden-brown curls. "You're shaking." She inhaled deeply, her nose buried in the crook of Drisella's neck. "But not from fear."
Drisella's moan was muffled against the glass as Ella's teeth found the tender spot behind her ear.
(Fox woman and Marnie)
The gray fox woman exhaled smoke from her perch on the chandelier, her tail flicking lazily. "Poor dears," she murmured. "They never learn."
Somewhere in the walls, Marnie wept.
The gray fox woman exhaled a spiral of smoke into her collarbone's hollow. "Oh, darling," she murmured, cupping Marnie's chin between sharp fingers. "They'll tear those girls apart with their teeth… and you'll watch."
Marnie's breath hitched, not from fear, but from the slick heat between her thighs, the scent of crushed violets and fox-musk thick in her nose.
(Ella and Drisella)
Glass fogged beneath Drisella's panting lips as Ella's fingers hooked into the neckline of her yellow dress. "Na-me," Ella growled, the word vibrating against Drisella's spine like a bowstring pulled taut.
Drisella whimpered, her thighs trembling where Ella's knee pressed between them. "D-Drisella..."
Ella's teeth grazed her pulse. "Mine." The dress tore like wet paper.
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Anastasia's scream melted into a moan as Ursula's fingernails raked down her pink bodice. "Look at you," Ursula purred, licking a stripe up Anastasia's throat. "Dripping before I've even touched you."
Anastasia arched, her nails digging into Ursula's shoulders, not to push away, but to pull closer.
(Fox woman and Marnie)
The fox woman laughed, low and humming, as Marnie's knees buckled. "Such messy creatures," she sighed, catching her by the wrist. "But you… you'll be perfect."
Marnie's vision blurred at the edges, the taste of smoke and salt thick on her tongue. Somewhere downstairs, fabric ripped, someone sobbed, and the house groaned like a living thing.
(Ella and Drisella)
Ella's tongue curled inside Drisella with deliberate cruelty, the rhythm just shy of what she needed. "Still tight," she murmured against trembling flesh, her words vibrating through Drisella's clit. "Still untouched."
Drisella's fingers scrabbled against the greenhouse glass, her thighs shaking. "Please...*ohgod*..." The plea dissolved into a wail as Ella's teeth grazed her inner thigh.
"Not yet," Ella purred, her fingernails pricking Drisella's hips. "You don't get to come until you scream my name."
(Fox woman and Marnie)
Ursula's answering laugh echoed through the walls, low and knowing. Marnie's breath hitched, her own thighs pressing together, not from fear now, but from the slow, slick pulse between them.
The fox woman's fingers tightened in her hair. "Look," she whispered, and Marnie's chin tilted, just in time to see Anastasia arch off the staircase, Ursula's mouth latched onto her throat, her skirt rucked up around her waist. The tremor in Anastasia's thighs wasn't from fear either.
(Ella and Drisella)
Drisella's cry split the air, half sob, half moan as Ella's tongue curled inside her, vibrating just beneath her clit. "E-Ella!" Her hands scrambled against glass, leaving streaks where her nails scraped. Ella's laugh hummed against her slick flesh. "Louder."
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Anastasia's breath hitched as Ursula's fingers twisted deeper, the heel of her palm grinding against Anastasia's clit with each thrust. "Beg," Ursula murmured, her teeth scraping Anastasia's earlobe. "Beg like your sister probably is." Anastasia's thighs trembled, her voice cracking around Ursula's name as she came, her cunt clenching around Ursula's fingers like a wet fist.
(Fox woman and Marnie)
The fox woman's sigh ghosted over Marnie's cheek. "Poor things," she crooned, her thumb tracing Marnie's bottom lip. "They don't even know they're still the ones being played with." Marnie shuddered, her own pulse throbbing between her legs, her mouth watering at the taste of salt and smoke.
(Ella and Drisella)
Drisella's scream tore through the house as Ella's hips finally pinned her to the floor, her thighs spreading wider beneath Ella's new curves. "Fuck... wait...!" Drisella gasped, but Ella's grin was all teeth as she ground down, their wetness smearing together. "Still so ready for more," Ella murmured, her breath hot against Drisella's throat, "even after coming undone."
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Anastasia whimpered beneath Ursula, her fingers clutching at the rug as Ursula's hips rolled against hers, their swollen breasts pressing together with every movement. "You're... ohgod...*slick*," Ursula growled, her tail flicking against Anastasia's inner thigh. Anastasia's moan was muffled against Ursula's shoulder, her hips jerking up to meet every cruel grind.
(Fox woman and Marnie)
The fox woman's laughter curled around Marnie's spine like smoke. "Listen to them," she whispered, her nails digging into Marnie's hips. "They're so loud… but you?" Her tongue dragged over Marnie's earlobe. "You'll be quieter when I ruin you." Marnie's breath hitched, her thighs trembling not from fear, but from the slow, inevitable pull of the fox woman's hips against hers.
(Ella and Drisella)
Ella's growl vibrated through Drisella's ribs as she pinned her wrists to the floor. "Come *again*," she snarled, her hips snapping forward, her clit grinding against Drisella's slick folds.
Drisella sobbed, her back arching off the rug, her thighs shaking. "I c-can't..."
Ella's teeth grazed her throat. "You *will*." Her fingers twisted deeper, curling just *there*, and Drisella's scream shattered into a broken moan.
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Ursula's breath was hot against Anastasia's mouth. "Tell me," she murmured, her tail flicking against Anastasia's inner thigh. "Tell me you *like* it."
Anastasia's nails raked down Ursula's back, her hips jerking up to meet every thrust. "I...*fuck*...I *hate* you.."
Ursula laughed, low and dark, her teeth scraping Anastasia's collarbone. "Liar."
(Fox woman and Marnie)
The fox woman's fingers twisted in Marnie's hair, yanking her head back. "Watch," she purred, her other hand sliding between Marnie's thighs. "Watch what happens to girls who play with fire." Marnie's vision blurred at the edges, her moan stifled against the fox woman's palm as the first wave hit, her body bowing like a snapped string.
(Ella and Drisella)
Ella's breath tore from her lungs as Drisella clenched around her, spasming wildly. "Fuck...*yes*..." she snarled, her hips grinding down, their slick folds sealing together with a wet, obscene sound. Drisella's scream melted into a broken whimper, her thighs shaking as Ella's fingers dug into her hips, holding her open, *claiming* her. "Take it," Ella growled, her voice raw. "Take *all* of me."
Drisella arched violently, her nails raking down Ella's spine. "I...*ah*... can't... too much...!" Her protest dissolved into a choked sob as Ella's pussy pulsed against hers, the seal between them tightening impossibly, flesh locking together like a vice. "E-Ella, it's...*ohgod*...it's *inside* me...!"
Ella's laugh was ragged, her teeth sinking into Drisella's shoulder as her own orgasm ripped through her, her cunt convulsing around nothing, *into* Drisella, flooding her with slick, clear heat. "Breeding you," she panted, her hips jerking erratically. "Filling you *up*..." The words slurred against Drisella's sweat-slick skin, her tongue dragging over the bite mark she'd left behind.
Drisella's thighs trembled, her toes curling against the rug as Ella's cum spilled deeper, her body accepting every pulse, every twitch, the wet *slosh* of it audible between them. "S-Stop..." she whimpered, but her hips rolled greedily, milking Ella's pussy for every last drop. Ella's breath hitched, her tail lashing against Drisella's calf, the fur damp with sweat. "Too late," she murmured, her lips brushing Drisella's ear. "You're *mine* now."
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Anastasia's nails dug into Ursula's shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "F-Fuck..." she panted, her hips jerking up to meet Ursula's every thrust. Ursula's grin was all teeth, her fingers tightening on Anastasia's hips, her pussy grinding down, sealing tighter with each movement. "You *like* this," she growled, her voice rough with satisfaction. "You *love* it." Anastasia's moan was muffled against Ursula's shoulder, her thighs shaking as Ursula's pussy pulsed against hers, the seal between them tightening impossibly.
"Y-Yes..." Anastasia gasped, her back arching off the floor, her pussy clenching around Ursula's, her body accepting every pulse of Ursula's cum as it spilled deeper, filling her, *breeding* her. Ursula's growl vibrated through her ribs, her hips jerking erratically, her pussy convulsing around Anastasia's, flooding her with slick, clear heat. "Take it," Ursula snarled, her teeth scraping Anastasia's throat. "Take *all* of me."
Anastasia's scream shattered into a broken sob, her body bowing beneath Ursula's, her pussy twitching wildly, accepting every last drop, her womb *aching* with the fullness of it. Ursula's laugh was dark, her breath hot against Anastasia's ear. "Good girl," she murmured, her tail flicking against Anastasia's inner thigh. "Now you're *really* mine."
(Ella and Drisella)
Drisella's thighs trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Ella's cum spilled deeper, her pussy still fluttering weakly around Ella's, milking her for every last drop. Ella's fingers tightened in Drisella's hair, her teeth grazing Drisella's earlobe. "Say it," she growled, her voice raw. "Say you're mine."
Drisella's moan was muffled against Ella's shoulder, her hips jerking weakly, her pussy still clenching around Ella's, her womb *full* of her. "I…I'm yours," she whimpered, her voice wrecked.
Ella's grin was all teeth, her tail lashing against Drisella's calf. "Damn right," she purred, her hips grinding down, sealing them tighter.
(Ursula and Anastasia)
Anastasia's breath hitched as Ursula's fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. "Say it," Ursula growled, her pussy still pulsing against Anastasia's, her cum dripping down Anastasia's thighs.
Anastasia's lips parted around a silent scream, her body bowing beneath Ursula's, her womb *aching* with the weight of her. "I'm…yours," she gasped, her voice raw.
(Fox woman and Marnie)
The fox woman's laughter curled around Marnie's spine like smoke. "Listen to them," she whispered, her fingers tightening in Marnie's hair. "So eager to belong." Marnie's breath hitched, her thighs trembling as the fox woman's hips rolled against hers, her pussy grinding down, sealing them tighter. "You're next," the fox woman murmured, her teeth scraping Marnie's earlobe.
Marnie's moan was muffled against the fox woman's palm, her body bowing like a snapped string. The fox woman's laugh was dark, her tail flicking against Marnie's inner thigh. "Good girl," she purred, her hips jerking erratically, her pussy convulsing around Marnie's, flooding her with slick, clear heat. "Now you're *really* mine."