r/MagicHentai

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Chimera, futa on futa, true DP, barbed cock, dual cock, knot, urethral play, cumflation, established couple, size difference, tail/snake play, lingerie

Humming an upbeat tune, I pull up the black stockings to my thighs, thin and see through, making my thick thighs pudge out like Xara loves.

When she left to hunt this morning, I could smell it on her. Her heat. She might’ve not noticed; it’s always a bit later they can feel their lust spiking. But, having been her mate for years, I can tell the moment her scent changes.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I smile and sway my wide hips, my cock bouncing in the air, my balls in a black net. Not that I’m anywhere near as big as my darling, but she appreciates the show I put on~

My panties are a black lace, which is where the net comes from as it wraps around beneath and over my cock, and around my holes to leave easy access for her. Then my bra is thin, see through, and perfectly cups my bust to look bigger than it usually does.

Which, again, not like I can compete with my giant chimera of a mate, but… she stills loves me, so anything I can do to help her enjoy herself is done.

A quiet hissing sound from the entrance of the temple catches my attention. Then, her smell wafts over me, making my body quiver. A heavy musk mixed with a rainy forest and a bit of what I call electricity, making it clear she’s in heat. Normally she does smell good, yes, but not to the extent I can spot it from across our home.

As she walks near, I step out from behind the mirror, her eyes instantly scanning across my soft and scarred body. Both of us have scars littering us from years of life, her having gifted me with youth beyond my years after we tied the knot.

‘Quite literally at that~’

Arms and legs being covered in orange lion fur, and with sharp claws retracting into her paws on all her limbs, I smile and trace the scars across her shoulders to her face. One eye is gray, blind after an injury by a fellow chimera, but the other is a shining gold cat eye.

Little lion ears on her head always make me smile, especially as they twitch at every word I say. Her breasts are as big as mine, at least proportional to our heights, but the same can’t be said of her balls. They’re as big as my head, and covered in fur, unlike her nude torso and thick ass.

Speaking of her size, she’s nearly twice my height, her cocks at my head height. And those cocks… while they’re not massive in terms of length, given how tall she is, they’re still plenty enough to stuff me. Each as thick as my thigh, their girth their most impressive feat, they’ve got many little bumps that hide retractable fleshy barbs, and a thick knot at the base of each that are twice as thick as the shaft each.

Hissing pausing, I spot the snake head behind her at my head level, golden eyes on a silver serpent staring at me. It’s her tail, which never fails to be greedy with anything food related, but easily stunned by my looks.

“You’re home, my dear~”

With a deep rumbling growl, she steps up to me, her cocks rubbing against both sides of my face as she pats my head with her paw, covering the whole thing easily. “And you look ready for me~ would you like a kiss as your reward~?”

Smiling, I peck a kiss on a shaft, before being picked up suddenly, making me yelp.

Reaching her head height, I can feel her hot cocks brushing against my feet, so I’m sure to tease them a bit, running the barbs against my toes. “So excited, couldn’t wait to strip~”

Voice deep, she leans in close, resting her head against mine and showing off our sizes being so different. “Well… nothing gets me worked up more than knowing you’re waiting for me so needily.”

Wrapping my arms around her neck, I kiss her deep, tongues invading each other’s mouths and licking all over. While she tastes coppery, her tongue is long and snakelike, getting every little corner of my mouth.

Her little tail, who I’ve come to call Copper, to annoy her, I can already feel licking at my balls, making sure to get them worked up as soon as possible.

Moaning into the kiss from the thin snake tongue going into the lingerie and wrapping my balls up, I’m almost caught off guard by the thicker snake tongue slithering down my throat and making me choke.

Reaching one hand up, I pet behind her little ear, making her rumble deep enough to send vibrations through every part of her, and into my balls and throat outright thanks to the tongues, making my moans worse.

Rubbing my feet across her barbs more, I can feel the cocks twitch and bounce, before she pulls her tongue out and moves to lower me to the floor. “Fuck, I’m already about to cum, want to drink it up?”

Only once I pull Copper away from my balls by hand does she lower me, the snake refusing to give up something it likes the taste of easily. “Of course~ no point in letting a free drink go to waste~”

Chuckling, she pats my head as I only need to lower it a little to reach her cocks. Looking up at them, I smile and move my head to her fluffy balls, grabbing and massaging them with both hands.

Squishy, but heavy as a bag of flour, I can’t wait to feel these things emptied into me.

“Why do you like the taste so much, I wonder?” “It’s like honey to me, I guess. I mean, maybe it’s an acquired taste, after being covered in it so many times.”

Giving her an annoyed look, she chuckles and scratches her cheek. “I was young at the time, alright? Marking you as mine was all that was on my mind.”

Nuzzling my cheek against her cocks, I trace their hot red flesh down to the large oval hole they come from. It’s fleshy and slick with moisture, with a ring of fur being stretched open like a thick rubber band, keeping the scent and warmth trapped until she’s hard.

Which, she clearly is already, as I slowly lick my way up her cocks and to the tips, licking and sucking all along the tip. Beneath it where the little fleshy band is, and on the top where it flares out.

And as I go, Copper joins me and goes to her other cock, even if it’s autofellatio for her, she can’t help but drink anything she can get her little tongue on, licking at the hole of her other cock rabidly.

“F-fuck, cumming!” Hand on the back of my head, she holds me in place as she cums, it shooting like a hose into the back of my mouth in rapid little spurts.

Although her paw is holding me down, it’s gentle, making sure I could pull away but implying I can’t in a way that makes my own cock throb.

Drinking down her delectably sweet, coppery honey flavor, I make sure to flick at the tip some more with my tongue to get anything left from this burst.

My stomach bloats some, jiggling a bit from the sheer amount of cum she’s pumping into me. It’s amazing, feeling her fill me up like she’s gonna get me pregnant through my throat. And the amount of cum pouring out only grows, thanks to Copper shoving her little snake tongue down the other cock and plugging her up, fucking her prostate directly to milk her.

Sucking on her like a straw, her gasps loud and echoing around, I pull a bit more of her cum out and onto my tongue. Drinking the last bit down, I grin and pop off it, licking my lips, Copper mirroring my motions.

“You two~ get over here, I can’t wait anymore, I’m stuffing you now!”

Paws grabbing me under the arms, she lifts me up and spins me to face away, loving this pose the most as her cocks press against my ass and slit. “Ah! Haha, I’m all yours big girl!”

Purring deep, she licks my cheek, smiling. “I know~ but I can never get enough of you~”

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Source

Foreword: This story is inspired by the works of IBEX (All links will be, as always, at the end of the foreword). Although this specific setting was my own creation, I tried to tie it into the main storyline. Many of the drone models are direct references to IBEX's works. The Wicked Witches are my interpretation of the transformation based on the art we have of them. I really liked this concept when I first saw them, and the idea for this story... just came to me. I put a lot of time and effort into it, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Okay, I won't bother you any further. I hope you have a pleasant time reading~

 

IBEX's DeviantArt - https://www.deviantart.com/ibex-cg

 

The images that inspired the story:
https://www.deviantart.com/ibex-cg/art/IBEX-Eris-Conversion-1-1169198094
https://www.deviantart.com/ibex-cg/art/IBEX-Eris-Conversion-2-1169611349
https://www.deviantart.com/ibex-cg/art/IBEX-Raven-WickedWitch-360-1257264340
https://www.deviantart.com/ibex-cg/art/IBEX-WickedWitch-Caster-Yshtola-TT-1110621776
https://www.deviantart.com/ibex-cg/art/IBEX-WickedWitch-Y-shtola-Meditation-1110530333

 

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Evening. Exhausted after a long day at work, I collapsed into bed almost immediately... well, right after a refreshing shower, a change into simple lounge clothes, and a light but delicious supper. Lying on the soft mattress, I anxiously scrolled through the tablet, reviewing the information I’d gathered during the day.

 

IBEX. No one knew why this corporation had chosen that name, but one thing was clear to me — something sinister was brewing there.

 

A couple of years ago, they appeared out of nowhere. Starting as a small shop selling exotic, high-quality clothing, their network expanded with unnerving speed. Now, they had a branch in almost every major city in the country. Over time, their reach grew to include: food production (They were especially famous for their excellent, affordable dairy), energy production... they had the most powerful crypto-farms in the world, and were involved in private security, mainly specializing in smart security systems and advanced combat robots that were too similar to humans. In short, it was easier to list the industries they hadn't touched. Their influence and assets were growing at an unnatural pace.

 

Everything would have been fine, but observers, like me, noticed certain... oddities. Anyone with the right skills could get a job there, but their training methods were shrouded in suspicious secrecy. Often, those who joined the company became unrecognizable overnight. It was as if their personalities had been dismantled and reassembled, retaining only the skills necessary for efficiency... while adding an absolute, fanatical devotion to the brand.

 

This was how I recently lost one of my colleagues — Lauren Niblest. She was once a tenacious investigative journalist, known for her relentless pursuit of the truth and her tendency to expose anyone she deemed evil: predatory corporations and the politicians they corrupted. But after a single visit to their head office, she completely abandoned her socially important activity. Now, she devotes herself solely to writing laudatory reviews and filming reports that paint every IBEX venture in a flawless light, boosting their ratings.

 

In over ten years of work, my instincts have never failed me. I, unlike many other critics of the company, will see my investigation through to the end... and I won't mysteriously disappear. Arrogance? Misplaced confidence? That's what those who don’t know me would say. I'm in no danger, because I'm—

 

BOOM! CRACK!

 

With a deafening bang, the front door to my apartment was blasted inward, crashing somewhere into the hallway. The air around me became unnaturally cold, despite it being the middle of summer. Darkness flowed down from the edges of the ceiling like thick ink. All the lights in the house went out, as if someone had pulled a switch, though they didn't disappear completely. I looked up at the chandelier... it was still glowing, but now it emitted only a faint, sickly purple light. My heart started beating a little faster.

 

Heavy footsteps echoed. Measured. Rhythmic. Precise. Other than that, there wasn’t a single sound. Many people I’d crossed had tried to silence me before, and... humans don't walk like that. This was something else.

 

The bedroom door swung open, though I didn't hear anyone touch the handle.

 

While I was still in a state of mild shock, the thing that entered my room was... What is this?

 

A strapless black bodysuit with purple lines left little to the imagination, flaunting the wearer's exaggeratedly voluptuous curves. Around her waist was a small belt with a glowing full battery symbol at its center. Her neck was encased in constricting, shiny metal rings with a display that flashed a steady, mechanical status: "--LINKED--". A short cloak draped over her shoulders. Her face, peeking from under the hood, was completely hidden by a tight black mask marked with an unfamiliar symbol. A purple crystal shone menacingly on her forehead, while identical gems stood in place of... in place of nipples on her unnaturally large breasts, which the bodysuit did nothing to cover.

 

In her left hand, she held a black sphere with purple glowing lines, and in her right, a staff on which... what I saw made me gasp. Mounted upon it was something that looked exactly like the head of Queen Arlet — the infamous sorceress who had terrorized the city for years before vanishing without a trace a week ago. What forces had caused Sunshine's eternal adversary to disappear had been a mystery to me... until this very moment.

 

The creature before me slammed its staff down on the floor. The head's face twitched, but quickly reverted to an impassive mask. Its glowing purple eyes flared brighter, and a muffled moan escaped the mouth... which was tightly sealed by a shiny purple gag.

 

Chains of pure darkness erupted, coiling around my limbs and hoisting me into the air above the bed. The fiend before me spoke in a languid voice that evoked strong associations with succubi. Her glossy purple lips twisted into a wicked smile.

 

"Mmm... what a sweet, defenseless girl~" An infernal laugh emanated from the hooded head. "It would be so sad if something happened to you, hmm?" The chains in the air brought me closer to her. Even though she had no eyes, I felt her unkind gaze almost burning me with its dark fire. "But... Don't worry! I was ordered to deliver you to the IBEX Tower one way or another. How about you be a good girl and come with me willingly? I wouldn't want to use force on such a cutie. I was also ordered to inform you that they guarantee your safety — they'll just have... a little chat with you. We're sure you'll become our friend after you get to know the company a little better and-"

 

But I didn’t let her finish. Still hanging in the air in front of her, I spat back: "Yes? Do you want to recruit me the way you recruited Lauren Niblest? Or make me your "friend" just like you made a friend out of Queen Arlet?" When I said this, my gaze involuntarily fell on the head mounted upon the staff. Was she really still alive?

 

"Oh, pay her no mind. Arlet was simply too dangerous... and TOO stubborn. Now her abilities serve exclusively for the greater good~" She let out a short giggle, less malicious this time. "We wanted to avoid turning Arlet into a Wicked Witch, but she was completely impervious to standard persuasion methods. But I'm sure we won't have that problem with you, will we? My subroutines make it easy to identify a latent deviant based on behavior patterns. And judging by the way you blushed when my chains bound you..." Obeying her command, they squeezed me a little tighter. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to squeeze a moan out of me. "Yes, definitely. While peering into the future isn't my specialty, but... I can... I SEE that you'll soon become a dear friend of IBEX~"

 

Like a rag doll, she easily lowered me, using her magic, from the bed and made me kneel in front of her.

 

"Let's do it this way - now we're going to the Tower. There, you’ll speak with the HR manager. Agree to everything she offers you. Most likely, you’ll be offered double your current salary, just for a slight adjustment to your line of work. And then, if everything goes smoothly..."  telekinetic forces roughly squeezed my chest, making me moan again. "... I will PERSONALLY give you a night you'll never forget. For a mere chance to repeat it, you will do everything for IBEX... and even more~" My gaze once more fell on the head of the staff. For some reason, now it no longer evoked the same horror as initially. In fact, on the contrary... "Oh? Don't tell me that..." suddenly she slammed the staff against the floor again, once again knocking a moan out of the head mounted upon it. I blushed a little deeper. "You know, for now, the company has some work for you. But as soon as that is no longer the case... I advise you to contact the hiring department and ask for a "Voluntary Material Donation" form. They might play dumb at first, but tell them I told you about it. I'm sure that after that they... they'll find a good use for you~"

 

Kneeling before the Wicked Witch, I found myself wanting not to run or fight, but... to submit to her. To be led to their office as this drone's captive. To obediently accept every term and then... I looked again at Arlet's head, transformed into a naughty trophy on the robo-witch's staff... I wanted to submit the application she'd mentioned and become their... their...

 

No. I couldn't. No matter how tempting it felt. I... I had hesitated long enough. It was time to end this.

 

I rose from my knees, shattering the dark chains that bound me with effortless ease. My eyes, filled with shining golden light, looked at her without a trace of fear. The witch backed away in surprise, scrambling to summon another spell, but I denied her the chance — a single, lightning-fast strike, delivered with a speed far beyond human limits, sent the drone crashing into the wall, smashing it clean through. Damn, I’m going to have to do some repairs later...

 

The fight was short. I effortlessly disarmed her and then knocked her out. I moved with a velocity that rivaled light itself, and every blow landed like a blinding flash. This... as she called herself... "Wicked Witch" never stood a chance. No one in this city could match Sunshine in a one-on-one fight — especially not some drone made from a villain who always preferred evasive sorcery and minions over facing me in a direct, open fight.

 

 

...

 

 

Two weeks had passed since the IBEX drone invaded my home. I’d patched the wall, but the drone itself... when I defeated it and was about to begin my inspection, it simply vanished into thin air. It disintegrated in a matter of seconds, dissolving into purple sparks and leaving no evidence behind. Whether it was destroyed or teleported, I couldn’t tell. Though, I suspected the latter. I doubted they would so easily discard a useful tool like Queen Arlet, turned into a drone. Arlet...

 

Even though she was a villain, and I was constantly thwarting her plans, she was never truly dangerous. Yes, she was smart, cunning, and possessed a remarkable knowledge of the arcane arts, but she never used them to directly harm anyone. Usually, she was just after riches — robbing a bank or a store. Or she’d simply steal some pretty trinkets from a museum for her private collection.

 

Whatever the case, she didn’t deserve... THIS. IBEX had stripped her of her free will, turning her into a docile drone, and mounted her head upon that staff like a trophy of their conquest. It was clear Arlet was still alive — her twitching expressions, her shallow breathing, those muffled moans... but why? Although... I felt subtle streams of energy flowing from her head into the drone every time it cast a spell. Were they using her as some kind of magical battery? Damn~

 

My hand slid under my lace panties. I closed my eyes, replaying that encounter with the "Wicked Witch" over and over again. In my mind, I explored alternate fates — paths where I had never used my powers, where I’d simply surrendered and let them lead me to my... destination.

 

How did I get here? Well...

 

At first, after discovering the truth about this side of the company, I started digging for information. But for some reason, their official website didn't mention that they turned living people into naughty drones. So I started... digging deeper. And on the darknet... a brave new world opened up before me.

 

There was no explicit confirmation that these were their products, but almost every model, here or there, bore the same symbol — a stylized, bent X with an eye at its center. It was the same mark I’d first seen on the mask of the Wicked Witch who invaded my home.

 

Their catalog offered products for every taste: "Blowbots", "Servosluts", "Bridlebitches"... the variety was staggering, far too vast to list.

 

Those were relatively inexpensive models, designed primarily for pleasure and entertainment. But there were also the high-end models, comparable in price to a brand-new sports car. Among them was a unit capable of serving as a bodyguard, a spy, or a special agent... the Wicked Witch.

 

The description detailed the unit’s functionality and potential roles in a dismissive, technical tone, as if they were writing a manual for a vacuum cleaner. There were also individual images and short clips of various heroines and villains undergoing the transformation. Price tags I’d initially laughed at... until I finally decided to buy one. Purely for research purposes, of course. And then another, and another...

 

In short, they first carefully separated the head from the body, using some kind of (magical?) technology built into the silver collar. Then they prepared the "separation site" for installation and... installed. In place of the "material" head, they mounted a new one — the "Command Unit". Faceless, black, and marked with a purple IBEX symbol. Meanwhile, the original head was placed on the staff and, as it turns out I was right in my initial guess, converted into a simple magical battery. A battery from which, as needed, they drain mana to fuel their spells and... AAAAH! Damn! I think my neighbors will suspect I’ve started bringing guests over at night... given my frequent, loud moans~

 

I wat... studied many of their videos, introducing viewers to all sorts of drones. But the Wicked Witches were definitely my favorite. I bought every single clip featuring them... and found my release watching them~

 

Even though the heroines and villains in them were very different, they had one thing in common — they all resisted as long and as fiercely as possible. But once they became a "Power Focus" mounted on a staff in the hands of the drone that had usurped their body, all active resistance ceased. They... they only moaned each time another surge of magical energy was drained from them into their new...

 

I covered my mouth as my body shuddered... and an orgasmic moan erupted. After the strange looks my neighbors gave me a few days ago, following an especially wild night, I decided I had to be more careful.

 

Having descended from that bright peak and caught my breath, I turned off and put away the tablet. Then I rolled over onto my stomach, hugging the pillow and pulling the light blanket over me. I fell asleep almost instantly, with a faint twinge of guilt in my heart... and wet panties clinging to my hips.

 

In the evening, after a full day of helping the townspeople in my magnificent white-and-gold suit, that’s exactly what I’d been doing lately. I’d been scouring their websites and catalogs, compiling dossiers, preparing to expose them to the world. But frankly, they were well-hidden — without physical evidence, proving the connection was impossible. I knew what to look for now, and yet... I couldn't find the courage to raid the IBEX Tower and drag their dark secrets into the light. Or... was I afraid of what I’d find there? Afraid that I wouldn't be horrified, but... enticed? The thought of arriving not as an enemy, but as... as an ally?... wouldn't leave me. To see the drones not on a screen, but in the flesh. And maybe... That thought alone made my thighs clench together. I fell asleep, imagining my body in a tight black-and-purple uniform, completely subject to their will.

 

 

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Day X finally came. I sat in my car, observing the entrance to the IBEX Tower, where a steady stream of people flowed in and out: corporate clerks, employees from various departments, ordinary visitors. It was a normal day for them, and everything was going as usual.

 

I had already memorized the building’s layout and... just beyond those doors lay a small security checkpoint where everyone was screened upon entry. Aside from the service entrance, it was the only way in.

 

Behind it was a reception area where you could ask questions and request an appointment. Not that I had any chance of getting past that, since I had no official purpose for my visit, nor could I have one. I was likely already flagged in every one of their databases. Although... would they try to stop me now, knowing my true identity? I was even a little curious to find out.

 

My plan was simple and reliable — enter and thoroughly explore the building. There were bound to be some traces of their... other activities. Some clues. Perhaps clandestine sub-levels where they stored and processed... "material". There had to be something.

 

The only thing holding me back was uncertainty. What if I didn't find anything? It would look like a superhero had raided a respected corporation's office without probable cause. Their PR machine, people like my former colleague Lauren Niblest, would have excellent material to discredit me. They would relish every bit of collateral damage, real or imagined, just to smear my name. Was I willing to take such a risk to try to bring their dark secrets into the light? I...

 

There was another problem, too. My nightly explorations had left a certain... mark on me. I'd actually enjoyed this sort of thing even before — Queen Arlet loved to ensnare me in her magical traps, slowing me down just to buy herself time. And I... I didn't always escape as quickly as I could. I liked to grant her that small power over me, imagining I’d become her permanent prisoner. I’d dream of her trapping me in a small crystal on her golden necklace, proudly flaunting me with an insufferable giggle to her witch friends, while I struggled fruitlessly to escape. But it never went beyond just a fantasy. And now...

 

Now, I was consumed by curiosity to learn even more. Not just to expose them, but to... to learn more. I could walk right in and ask to see the HR manager, just as they’d originally wanted before they knew about my superpowers. At any moment, if they tried to use force, I could summon my true form and proceed as planned. It was unlikely they had anyone... or anything... in this building capable of stopping the city’s prime protector.

 

The beauty of it was that it didn’t commit me to anything. I’d simply try to gather more intel through peaceful means, right? If they did anything I didn't like, I could stop them in a heartbeat. The real question was... what would happen if they did everything exactly as I liked?

 

Okay, that sounds like a plan! I’ll go inside and see what happens. Maybe they'll attack me the moment I step through the door, and then all my second-guessing would be for nothing.

 

I took one last look at what I was wearing – black leather pants, boots, and a matching jacket over a white tank top. My long black hair was pulled back, and I wore opaque sunglasses to hide the faint glow in my eyes — a side effect of my strength peaking at midday. It was my utilitarian biker gear, a disguise meant to avoid any associations with Sunshine.

 

When I called upon the power of the sun, a brief flash would manifest my signature outfit — a form-fitting white-and-gold suit with a flowing cloak. My hair would turn a stunning white and fall free, adorned with a modest gold circlet, while my eyes would take on a radiant glow. But I hoped it wouldn’t come to that today.

 

I stepped out of the car, closed the door, and headed toward the entrance, trembling slightly with excitement. I couldn't help but wonder... What was waiting for me inside?

 

 

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