Brigitta is a powerful, imposing woman. Like all powerful things, she draws people to her. Moth to flames. Will is a candidate running for the throne, attempting to unite hearts and minds. However, he is a touch naive and very pliant. When the pair meet, Brigitta reveals that she wishes to have Will assist her with a matter involving a pet. Little does he know that it will be him wearing the collar, and that his very identity will be toyed with.
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She was imperious in nature with a cold stare that pierced. Will had spotted her early in his adventures in the capital. Those eyes were cold and sharp. Somehow, Will felt as if she saw through him. He half wondered if she somehow had gleaned all his secrets with just a quick look.
“Hey, stay focused!” Galica insisted. “Remember, we need to get in touch with our contact, alright? And stop staring, you look like a total country hick. People in the cities walk quickly. There we go, much better.”
And yet that mysterious, shady woman didn’t leave his mind. She had left an impression, a spark that burned a spot on the parchment. He could write over it, remind himself of his mission, but that spot would remain, a reminder to go back and see why it was that it burned so brightly.
Some time had passed since that first meeting, and Will eventually reconvened with this woman. It took some doing and a little display of wisdom to prove himself worthy of her time, but she decided that she would entertain this strange Elda man and ask of him a favor that she was not willing to go to many others for.
They were alone in her office. Galica was hidden away inside Will’s bag, always by his side to give advice when needed, though that fact would remain hidden for the sake of this rendezvous that the woman had emphasized needed to be very hidden and very private. For one, she had revealed her name which was Brigitta, Brigitta Lycaon. “I am the owner of this igniter shop. Magic for the people, to defend themselves. And you are a very intriguing person yourself. I come to you for I have a certain need that only someone like you can attend to.”
Will felt there was something more to her words, but he didn’t know how to place the intent that was swimming around in his mind. (Perhaps if his Imagination was higher he might have predicted where things were going to go.) There was a dog resting on the couch inside the office. Brigitta walked over to the beast and looked at it seemingly perplexed.
“At first, I thought that what I might need of you was someone to help… take care of my friend here. This beast that I have brought into my home.”
“Really?” Will asked. “Isn’t half the fun of a dog taking care of it yourself?”
Brigitta hardly had any sort of facial reaction. Whatever emotion she felt, it seemed in the end to just be this icy perplexion, as if Will had phrased himself strangely. “I suppose you are right. However, my needs are very different, as are my concerns. A pet like this would only open me to greater threats and exploitation. But when I saw you… another idea came to mind…” She approached slowly and without any more words… she leaned in and slowly wrapped a leash around Will’s neck. She squeezed the loop just tight enough that Will could feel the fabric slide across his skin and summon in his senses the squeeze that would follow.
She held it there, the tight loop, the possessive lean, he felt warm and frozen all at once. “Perhaps what I need is a pet that can fight for himself.”
Gallica hid her exasperated gasp in her hands inside the bag and Will struggled to even hide his. “I-I beg your pardon?”
A huff followed from Brigitta’s lips. “I can be clearer if you desire. I wish to have you as a pet. To be frank, as soon as I saw you I thought you were quite fetching to look at. Those beautiful eyes and that soft skin… You’ll be compensated for your time of course. What I am asking from you is demeaning, bordering on cruel. I’d imagine as an Elda you have little interest in being demeaned; you likely heard your fair share of it in less playful contexts during your walk here. You’ll find with me, however, it much more exciting. I’d understand if you’d rather not. Alternatively, you can assist with my dog.” Her eyes gestured to the panting, happy pooch laid on the couch. “What would be your choice?”
Will took a step back and held his bag closer to his hip… and just high enough that Gallica felt she could interject. “You can’t be serious! Captain, we need to focus on the throne! We need supporters but…”
Although it made him nervous, Will couldn’t help but let some of her words sink in. “What exactly would be expected of me… as your pet?” He had to taste the words to consider them. Thinking them did nothing, hearing them did less, but asking the question began the process of making it real, and only the real could be perceived. Even saying it felt strange, felt like something he had never even considered before was suddenly baring itself as thrilling. Strange and dark, he felt the heat grow.
From her personal cupboard she poured amber fluid into her crystalline glass. She walked patiently around Will, her heels clicking on the expensive wooden floor. It was the nicest room Will had ever been inside of save, of course the stone churches but they were cold and distant and this place was warm and enclosing. “You’d be on your hands and knees whenever I order. You’d be affectionate… even when I’m not. Someone excited to see me…” She cleared her throat. “I would be dominant, allowed an outlet. You will not be harmed or hit; I get nothing out of pain. And you would allow me to play with you…” She leaned in closer, this time with something else had fetched from her collection. It was an igniter, one of the magical amulets worn by the people to cast spells, only this one was golden with a pink gem in the center. “You would wear this and you would embrace its effects. You would do as I say…” She approached him from behind and opened the clasp of the necklace and wrapped it around his neck just above his own igniter. “What would you say to that, pet?” She was tasting the words too, if only to share the sensation with him.
His neck tingled. He felt bumps form. He was stiff and struggled to move. Was that good? He couldn’t ask Gallica, only himself. “Please…” He said. “If… if you promise to help my… my candidacy.”
“Of course,” She undid his igniter and politely placed it on the couch next to the dog, now curled up and sleeping. “My pet would earn himself many privileges…” She grabbed his bag and set it gently down on the sofa as well. Gallica opened the flap secretly, watching as Brigitta undid the buttons on his coat, undid the zipper of his pants. “Lower prices at the shops I own… The benefits I am afforded as member of the merchant’s guild… and of course…” She grasped his cock as it was made naked, her gloved hand cold and then warm as it swallowed the heat from his member and emitted her own fire. There it was: the spark that had burned him. Like moth to flame and anon again. “Benefits of the flesh.”
She folded all of his attire neatly and carefully. She informed him that if he wanted she would have it washed. He declined for now…
“Our first rule shall be… you are to be naked by the time a session starts. I will not undress you each and every time. Leave everything at the door save for your pet attitude. And the next rule shall be, at all times, you are to obey my words. And as for a safeword…? Igniter. I doubt we will speak much of my work.”
“Then what will we call that?” Will pointed to the golden igniter still in Brigitta’s grasp.
“Oh, why this is no igniter, dear…” She walked up to him, so close that his cock pushed between her plush heavenly thighs and the thick material of her pants. “This is your collar.” Click. It fit so nicely…
Will got an earful from Gallica after everyone else had gone to bed at the inn. A vast variety of bombarding. “What were you thinking?! The kingdom is in chaos and you enter into bondage? You can’t be serious? Sure, she’s powerful and a great ally but…”
But Will assured her at every step. “We need every ally we can get…” He tensed as he spoke. “This is just to get her on our side… So I can get closer to her and learn what help she needs.” And of course, it would help him with More and further the strength of his Archetypes.
He just needed to get closer and then he would call it to a close. Their first session wasn’t all that intense. She mostly had him sit on his haunches like a pet and watch her as she worked. Whenever she ordered he’d come over and nuzzle her legs, feel how warm and soft they were with his nose. Things did not proceed much further than that and he was left pent and a touch frustrated that the only place he had “privacy” was a room with Strohl, Hulkenberg, and Gallica.
Their second encounter was a very similar process. He arrived and waited for her to confirm it was indeed the first proper session. “Disrobe, pet.” And Will did so. He folded it all, taking what she did before as an example of what was expected of him. All was put to the side neatly and before he could turn away from leaning over to plant things safely on the couch there were breasts pushing against his back and two hands maneuvering the golden collar around his neck. Click.
“Sit.”
He did, just like a pet would.
“Speak.”
“Umm…?”
“Like a good pet. Try a bark.”
“A-arf!” Will muttered it nervously but saw her cold stare. “Arf! Arf!” More enthusiasm earned him a raised brow and a half smirk from those studious and calculated lips.
“Now… how does the collar feel? Too tight?”
“It does feel a touch warm…” Will touched it with his hand. Sure enough, it wasn’t just placebo or excitement but an active, throbbing warmth. Warm waves rushing over him, not swallowing but imbedding, water weathering him and embracing him. “Does this… have any effects?”
“It does,” Brigitta smiled. “To put it best… it will emphasize what about you I enjoy most. You will notice some slight physical differences. They won’t be pronounced at first, but if you enjoy it too, undeniably you will start to notice something.” With her gloved fingers, she pinched one of his nipples.
He let out a yip. A sharp, quickly deflating moan, shocked at how good it had just felt to be toyed with. He really must have been pent-up if that was enough to summon something in him like that. She attached a leash to his collar and walked him to her desk where he was to sit and observe her as she finished some work. She pet him over and over, every paragraph she finished of her work punctuated by a gloved hand digging gently into his hair. He could feel her testing it. That time was too rough. That time she could’ve gone rougher. She toyed with him and tested her own heart until she found the right degree of affection to show. It was dominant but it was also vulnerable.
The third session was similar. The fourth much the same. There was no release at these meetings despite her promises of physical pleasure. It was driving him insane but Will was profoundly selfless and would hold it in until the time came to let it loose. He assumed at this point it was a part of the point she wanted to make. She was getting something out of keeping him worked up, perhaps she wanted him to beg even. As long as she enjoyed it Will didn’t mind… though Will was getting a bit tired of Gallica’s concerned stares at dinner time.
It was a mundane event that made him realize something more was occurring. He went to dress himself that morning to prepare for the dungeon excursion when he felt more bounce than he was used to. He had a moment alone in the bathroom of the Gauntlet Runner so he explored it further, dropping his shirt to the side and staring into the mirror.
Atop his pecs were deposits of something bouncy. Small, for certain, but unmistakable in how it had developed. He squeezed one and then the other, both felt warm and soft not dissimilar to Brigitta. He squeezed both of his larger nipples and was greeted with a strong spark, electricity climbing up his spine and swimming in bubbling storms of sharp icy pleasure. He felt an emptiness right below his stomach that wouldn’t be sated and was only adulterated and increased with every teasing touch he did unto himself. And then he noticed more… the little pinch to his waist, the slight increase to his hips, and then his rear…
He grabbed his pants and tried to tug them up only for them to get caught on his rear. His eyes widened. “Oh no…”
They were to go to the dungeon the next day but Will feigned an emergency to turn around, citing the bad weather. He was lucky that God gave him thunder and lighting as soon as the runner had turned around. They arrived back in the capital and he hurriedly marched to the igniter shop with ill fitting clothes and curiosity.
“Ah, pet. Another session so soon—” Brigitta was interrupted as Will dropped his clothes hurriedly and pointed to himself.
“Why is this happening?” He asked. There was this anxiety to his words that bordered on fear… but perhaps naively he was still trusting in what was occurring, thinking the best of Brigitta but the least assured of how his body had changed far more than he ever could have anticipated.
Brigitta, for the first time, looked purely bemused. “Are you surprised? I did tell you blatantly there would be changes. What precisely did you anticipate these changes would be?” Brigitta leaned forward against Will, lips inches from his ears. “Or do you dislike it? Being my good girl?”
Heat to his cheeks and fire in his mind, he wondered if it was too late to just thwack the parchment cold and just write around the blob of dark that had settled in the center, or maybe the corners were already curling in the heat. The idea infested him… “G-girl?”
Oh… that bemusement curled almost sinisterly, but still it was so warm, so inviting. “Of course. My pet is a female. Males are fine, there is no great distaste…” Brigitta moved slowly around Will, examining him. “But perhaps what it was I craved was not a man or a woman, but a woman that I had the opportunity to make myself…” Brigitta’s gloved fingers spread like a net and squeezed both of his developing breasts from behind. Their nipples prodding through the gaps in the fingers, which Brigitta controlled and carefully narrowed. Will moaned.
“The sessions are controlled and slow. They will concentrate while you wear the collar and slowly progress as you leave. If we stopped now, you would have a few more changes based off how much you enjoyed this session, and then over the coming week they would all be dispelled. You’d be back to who you were before me, as if I never once touched you.”
“And if we continue…?” Will was almost afraid to ask. Even his imagination was enough to know the answer already. But he needed to taste that truth. She made it real for him.
“You will become a girl. Your hair will lengthen and will require brushing. As your owner I will dutifully see to it. Your old clothing will seem ill-fitting and there my tailors will come in handy as we fashion your clothing to be more fitting your new form. Your breasts will grow to the size you desire. Your hips will as well. Things will grow more sensitive and other parts will dull. You will embrace the haze, the pleasure… and only then will you truly be my pet…” Brigitta’s smile slowly dulled, returning to the cold business face she wore so often. “This is your last chance. Say no now and you will return to normal with no harm at all. The tutorial ends here, Will. I need one last answer from you…”
“May I have some time to think on it…?”
“Of course.” She smiled, or at least tried to. “This session will be our last for a time. If you wish to continue, however… Return to my chambers here in two nights. Knock at the door like so…” She tapped on his collar in a certain rhythm. One… and-a-two. One… and-a-two. “I will say ‘enter’ and you will do so on all fours, naked. And we will never turn back…~”
One… and-a-two.
“Enter.”
The door opened. Will came through naked, clothes folded outside the room. He entered on all fours, breasts larger than last time, hair grown to shoulder length, eyes twinkling cuter.
“Raise your tail.”
Will obeyed. He raised his rear and pushed his chest against the ground. His rear had grown into a perky heart shape. Brigitta rose from her seat and walked over, patiently examining her pet. “Those hips are quite nice. And you’ve grown so steadily.” She groped him and was pleased at the high pitched eep they let out. “Have you been identified?”
Will blushed. “… Hulkenberg asked me… if I was… changing. And encouraged it…”
“No one else?”
“Strohl hasn’t noticed… A few people on the street called me ma’am…”
“Rare the street is so kind, isn’t it?~” Brigitta smiled. “Pray, how did it make you feel girl?”
“Good… very… good…” Will was shocked at what came from their mouth. Words they had never considered, a change they never would have done on their own. At the start of this they would have denied it all, but somehow Brigitta had installed it into their being, coaxed it out, molded it and shaped it.
“You wish to win this election for the throne, no? Become this nation’s king?”
“It… is more complicated than that.”
“Of course it is,” Brigitta said matter of factly. “Hence forth, you do not go by Will, at the very least in here. Your new name is Princess.”
They shuddered. “H-huh…?”
“A perfect name for a pet. Of course, I was never good at this. My dog remains unnamed. Maybe I’m afraid to grow attached, or perhaps I just lack the ability to name something I haven’t made myself, but you are something I have had the opportunity to shape and form. And hence, like any craftswoman, I must take this chance to title thee. And so forth you shall go by the name Princess. And it suits you. Such a beautiful girl, so pretty on all fours, and that collar suits you well. Perhaps it is time we go for a walk~”
“I-igniter! Igniter!”
Brigitta broke into a hearty laugh. “Apologies, it was an ill intentioned joke. Do you need a few minutes to rest…?”
Princess shook her head. “No mam. Just… no walks yet.”
“I wouldn’t risk a walk. I need to keep you all to myself~” Brigitta leaned forward and kissed Princess on the lips. She tasted better than truth had. Princess needed more.
The sessions grew more extreme. Now she was measured. Will informed his party that he was going through something, and in fact much preferred she when able. Gallica was incredulous—likely blaming Brigitta instead of understanding Will—But Hulkenberg was immediately supportive. “Well, we will need to go shopping quite soon. We will have to fetch some armor befitting a fellow lady knight. Might I say, I am curious how you were able to develop so! Perhaps some other power of yours?” Strohl was just as fast but perhaps a touch more clueless.
“I am hardly a good man, let alone a woman… I wish you nothing but the best my friend. Of course I will support you.”
“You don’t need to be a woman to help,” Hulkenberg nodded. “Just a good friend. Of that I am certain you will not be found lacking, Strohl.”
“Aha… you flatter me. And what name shall we call you now then? Will is the masculine and not befitting much anymore I assume? Will it be Wilma then?”
“Wilma?” Hulkenberg smiled. “I’ve known a few Wilma and didn’t take much of a liking to them. They were a teasing bunch.”
“I think you’d need only know one better Wilma to disperse that prejudice.”
How badly she wanted to just say “call me Princess please” but that was not a name to give freely. It was her but it did not belong to her. “Just… Willa. The a at the end makes it cuter.”
And it did. But when she returned to Brigitta it was immediately discarded and Princess took its place. And Willa took her place on her knees. And for her loyalty she was given a surprise that night.
“This was a magic I’ve been quite excited to test…” Brigitta loosened the button of her pants and let the flap slide open. What emerged was a beast, quivering with need, and undeniable in form. “I’ve taken your malehood from you and given you something better, but there lacks still one last expectation to be had from you. You will please me now in the way I have trained you to. Come now girl… See to me. This will be a new experience for me as well, mayhaps we will find it joyful~”
Princess found her place between Brigitta’s legs. Her mouth spread and her tongue tasted something new. It was bitter. It was warm. She brought it into her mouth and leaned her head down. Why was it that she liked it so much? She was pet perfectly as Brigitta had practiced all along. It was so encouraging she hardly noticed as Brigitta pushed her hand down to will her pet take it all. Every inch.
Brigitta was brought to moan sincerely, to make sound in a way she had never before. She was made to feel bliss… and she couldn’t stop. She tensed her fingers in Willa’s hair and squeezed hard. Willa normally would’ve protested but the little bits of pain felt right in the growing tension. “Keep… keep going girl~”
And she did. Throat bulging with her length, body overwhelmed with how incredible she felt. Her own body tingled, her own breasts bobbed as she ran her head back and forth to that length and polished it with her tongue. Brigitta slammed her fist on the desk and she came.
Princess was offered no respite. She was torn from the floor and slammed on to the desk, the impact of her back sending the papers flying. “Forgive me but I need more. It will not cease its insistent throbbing the terrible thing. Urgh…” Brigitta squeezed her cock and gave it a few more jerks, spraying the last deposit of her first orgasm across Willa’s cute body. “And it doesn’t even finish all at once… How pesky… how awful…” She raised Willa’s ass into the air and spread her cheeks. Brigitta slowly pushed inside… patiently pouring lubricant from an interestingly ornate bottle over her length.
And she rode. She used her pet and her pet thanked her for it with a chorus of pleading moans and desperately delicious squeals. The desk threatened to break but it was made too well to shatter. Princess and the desk had that in common, the only difference was that Princess left the room on two legs when it was over. Brigitta squeezed inside and she came for the second time as Princess joined her in her most fulfilled climax—
There it was.
That emptiness inside her that had formed before. It was finally filled. The phantom need was sated and Willa’s eyes narrowed into bliss. She laid there, sweaty and broken on the desk, gasping. Brigitta patiently pet her and purred. “That was… that was amazing… my dear Princess. You were so beautiful. So… delightful.”
Brigitta’s woman left the next day in a newly tailored dress and with discounts across the kingdom on her quest to become Queen and save the nation. She wore the feminine igniter openly as it was just as much a part of her now as any other.
She had to return to her quest, of course, for it was why she worked so hard. However, a concerning missive did come to her one night as she rested. All the letter stated was this: “It will not vanish. I enjoyed it too much. Please. As soon as you can, return. I need you. I understand if you do not wish to be used this way. Thank you, Willa.”
And it was only a night later when Brigitta, dutifully working, ignoring the throbbing between her legs, that she was interrupted by a telltale one… and-a-two.