Brainwash Mansion (Zero & Psycho Only)

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Reize had quieted down and was catching his breath when his captor suddenly started fucking him again, causing the now effeminate wolf to whimper and cry out blissfully in desperation as his anal walls were palpated by Alex's thick shaft once more. When the dragon pulled out, he let out a moan as his stomach shrunk back down to it's lean state, thick, hot, dragon spunk gushing out of his abused tailhole.

The wolf arched his back and his body trembled as he let out a howl of pleasure, his cock jumping and shooting ropes of cum that made thick, white stripes on his belly and collecting on his chest, between his pectorals. It was the greatest orgasm of his life, and his body slackened back against the bed, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he panted. "You were... amazing..." He complimented the dragon, curling up around a pillow contently, his ass and thighs drenched in dragon cum, his sore anus still trickling the gooey semen.

"Yes hon..." Reize sighed as he sat back up, wincing a little as his butt twinged with pain. He giggled at himself and went to the room's toilet to get cleaned up before dressing up for his dragon.

[Outside the Mansion]

"Thank you." Salem thanked the taxi driver timidly as he was handed his large suitcase. The teenage cat was turning seventeen in a few months, so the prospect of being surrounded by nice ladies before that time was very attractive. The cat boy rubbed his tattered ears, scarred from his abuse, and walked up to the mansion. "It's really nice here..." He thought to himself as he gazed at the mansion in awe. The boy wore a loose-fitting, long sleeved shirt that looked like it could fall over his shoulder, and a baggy pair of pants, in an effort to look a little bigger. He had a slender, almost feminine body, but he was also rather strong and athletic, having practiced parkour and some forms of self defense from fear of being abused again. The result was rather nice curves and hips.

[Reize's Room]

The wolf's fur was a little darker and still slightly damp from his shower, but he was already getting to work trying to look pretty for the man he loved. He sat on the bed and slid on silk, pink thong, reveling in the way it cupped his balls and and hugged his sheath nicely while it kept his nice, toned ass exposed. He giggled as he pulled on a pleated, lavender miniskirt next, so short that it practically showed a tiny bit of his lower asscheeks, and would expose his ass and the bulge his balls made when he bent over.

He pulled on a pink top/corset next, with a cartoon cat drawn on the front, which was short and exposed his midriff wonderfully. The wolf pulled on a pair of lavender, arm-length, fingerless satin gloves, cooing at how smooth they felt against his pawpads. Next, he slipped on a pair of pink, satin, toeless stockings that reached just a few inches above his knees. He had shaved his shaggy fur a little in the bathroom so it was shorter, giving him an overall more slender figure.

Reize scrutinized himself in front of a mirror and did a little turn, giggling, he tied a bow on the end of his tail and put a hairclip on his headfur to make him seem even more feminine. Finally, he sat himself down at the dresser and looked at all the make up choices confusedly. He had no idea how to put make up on. He tried to recall anything that would help, and he subconsciously remembered all the women he had sex with in the past putting on their makeup in the morning before they left.

With some experimentation, he marveled at how gorgeous he looked now, with thick, curved lashes, purple and blue eyeshadow, a light blush, and lipstick on his lips that made them seem more tender and supple than usual, a wonderful, deep shade of red. When he was done, he winked at himself and stood in front of a large mirror again, checking himself out and striking various, alluring poses. He passed off as a girl, and a hot, slutty one at that.