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Subject: {ASSM} Misadventures of Katrice, Part 1: The Naughty Doggie (Mind Control, Body Control, Magic, Watersports, Lactation...)
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The misadventures of Katrice, the enchanted coyote slave girl.

Part 1: "The Naughty Doggie"

Keywords: Mind Control, Body Control, Magic, Watersports, 
Transformation, Lactation, etc.

My Master has given me this assignment to write, and so I present it 
here for your approval.  Please be careful with whom you share it, as 
magic is a powerful thing.  Trust me, I know!

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Katrice was still out in the woods.  She hadn't dared venture back into 
the city since yesterday.

It was bad enough that it took her longer than usual to find all of her 
clothes that morning.  It was bad enough that she was made to pull off 
her clothes for complete strangers almost every day; her hands always 
seemed to love tossing every article of clothing she had on away from 
her, like she'd never need them again.  Most certainly, there were 
plenty of sorcerers and demons in the city who enjoyed making her remove 
her clothing for them in sultry, slinky, humiliating ways; making her 
play with herself; changing her form... making her PEE...

Damn them, she thought.  Damn them all!

She was kidding herself, of course.  She knew that.  If anyone had 
bothered to sense such a thought in her head right then, she'd have been 
rightly punished on the spot.  The mere thought of having no control 
over herself at the whim of any of them both scared and thrilled her all 
at once.  And she should have known better.  She was enchanted to be one 
of their toys afterall.  It wasn't her place to question any of them, 
and she'd have been rightly punished for even trying (and sometimes, 
even for just asking!).  Besides, she knew what was really bothering her.

She missed having a master.

Oh, he was a wonderful, playful master.  Just thinking about him and the 
things he used to make her do got her entirely wet.  He said she was so 
beautiful that she deserved multiple orgasms each and every day, and he 
made sure she had absolutely no choice in the matter.  Not only did he 
make her relentlessly screw him in the morning and evening, he kept her 
masturbating sometimes the entire day.  Sometimes he'd sit there and 
just watch her play with herself. He loved doing that.  She wasn't just 
crying, squirming and grunting from such wonderful, magickal pleasure, 
no.  What made it so wonderful for her was that he was making her do 
it.  At any moment she could have tried to stop herself, and her body 
would not have listened to her.  Every time she tried to and failed, the 
feeling of her body ignoring her will and listening instead to the 
enchantment that possessed her over which her master held dominion, 
thrilled and excited her.  It scared her, too.  Even back then.  But 
that was part of what made it so arousing for her.

He was the one who put the trigger on her feet so that, whenever anyone 
rubbed them or played with them, she would be made to play with her 
breasts and tease her nipples.  He knew how much she enjoyed being made 
to do that: she didn't even have to tell him, he just knew!  And beyond 
making her masturbate, he also loved lavishing attention on her feet.  
At first she couldn't understand why, as she never before thought much 
about her own feet, but she had already learned not to question any 
sorcerer or demon, and especially not her master!  Of course not only 
had it felt very nice, the way he would massage her feet and slowly 
suckle on her toes, she always lost control of most of her body while 
her feet were so lavishly attended to.  Again he liked to watch her 
tease herself, while he took on a more physically active part.  So far 
she had felt lucky that no one had bothered to change or remove that 
enchanted trigger on her.  By now she'd come to think of it as a part of 
her.

But then one day he left and he never came back.  She waited for days in 
his keep for him to return, but he never did.  Perhaps he knew 
something, as he hadn't left her perpetually, helplessly masturbating as 
he usually loved to do.  She'd have never been able to stop herself if 
he had, and she would have very likely still been there, pleasuring 
herself without end, locked in her master's last enchantment over her.  
Sometimes, she'd still fantasize about what that might have been like.

So it was that she just wandered the streets, an abandoned slave.  She'd 
take shelter wherever she could find it.  Sometimes, she was lucky to 
find a place to rest or clean up where no one would bother her, at least 
for a while.  Inevitably of course, she found others who were eager to 
play with her: Play with, but not keep her.  They'd just as soon send 
her off as soon as they were done with her.

Some of them were nice enough to leave their mark upon her when they 
were done playing with her though.  This is how she got turned into a 
coyote-girl, with a cute fluffy tail and fuzzy ears and a sandy coloring 
(a step up from being a mere 'puppy', for which she had to be thankful 
she was not turned into instead, and also because she was 'wild and 
tricky' for a slave).  Indeed, this was quite a gift from the sorcerer 
who gave it to her.  If only she hadn't hesitated in thanking him for it 
right away, she might not have been duly punished.  She spent that 
entire night being made to pee perpetually on his marble floor while she 
was also made to remain there on all fours and lap it back up with her 
now much longer tongue.  She was left that way the entire night.

As soon as her body started to listen to her again, she quickly 
collected her clothes, which she had been made to toss aside (and 
thankfully they were not wet!), and then she ran off into the woods away 
from the city.  The damage had been done by then, though.  As mortified 
and as scared as she was during that entire time peeing on a strange 
master's floor as a coyote-girl, and lapping it up, the very fact that 
she had no choice in the matter and that her body once more hadn't 
responded to her will kept her aroused almost the entire time, much 
despite herself.  She had ran out the city this time, and out into the 
woods where she figured she might be able to collect her thoughts for a 
moment before she dared to return.  She curled up at the base of a tree 
and tried to nap.  The uncanny differences in her new body made that a 
bit difficult though, and what dreams she did manage were fitful, 
reliving what she had just gone through.  It was just like how she came 
to love having her feet played with.  Now, she was afraid she was 
developing an obsession over being made to pee.

By midday, she finally gave up on trying to sleep.  She'd already 
realized her new body was a gift alright; her sense of smell had 
increased, and she could most definitely smell herself.  And she smelled 
like someone who had been peeing all night.  She thought about going 
back into the city, which was just out of sight where she was.  But she 
wasn't sure if she was ready to go back there just yet.  It had been a 
while since she'd been out in the woods before, and the last time it was 
with her old master.  She didn't remember them very well.  It took her a 
bit of wandering to find a nice little pond of fresh water where she 
might be able to clean herself up.

She removed her clothes again before she went into the water.  Unlike 
when she'd been usually made to remove her clothes, she didn't go into 
some slinky striptease dance, nor fling her clothes as far away from her 
as possible in all directions.  She much more sensibly folded them and 
stacked them in a neat pile and placed them on a rock.  When she stepped 
into the water, it felt nice and cool, and she found herself reveling in 
the sensations of her new body; she would most definitely have to thank 
the sorcerer who did this for her.  No wonder he had punished her, she 
had been so ungrateful!  Now it felt wonderful to be a coyote-girl 
bathing in the water.  The feeling caused her to make a pleasant 
rumbling type sound from her throat.  No doubt that would have been 
considered "cute" by anyone who might have heard her.  But why should 
she have felt embarrassed if no one was around her?  Out there, she was 
able to revel in her feelings.  She could happily enjoy what had 
happened to her without having to admit it to anyone.

She had just started to relax when she caught a glimpse of light 
flittering and dancing just above the surface of the water, out of the 
corner of her eye.

She was startled for a moment, but she tried to calm herself down.  
Maybe it was just a firefly, she thought.  She reached down to cup more 
water into her hands to pour it over her head.

But then another tiny, glowing light came towards her, colored 
differently from the first one.  And then another light approached her 
from another direction.  A fourth came the closest, and orbited around 
her for a moment before it hovered curiously close to her.

By the time several dozen little lights had come towards her and hovered 
about her, she'd realized what they were.

"Uhm, h-hello?" At least her voice was almost the same as it used to be, 
and she tended to stutter as timidly as before.  But the little glowing 
creature didn't respond to her just yet.

"Uhm... I-I'm s-sorry if I did anything wrong!  I was just trying to 
clean up... h-honest?"  She made a weak, apologetic smile, and by then 
had reflexively covered her chest with her arms, and had crossed her 
legs while standing in the water.

One of the pixies finally landed on the end of Katrice's nose, at the 
end of her new muzzle.  It was bad enough that such a sensation was 
still new and unusual for her, now she was looking cross-eyed at a 
pixie, while a gang of them were looking at her from every angle.  
Katrice had no idea what to say now.  She was certain she'd either done 
something wrong, or just piqued the curiosity of the pixies.  Either one 
was probably not a very good thing.  Both... was more than likely a bad 
thing.

"Naughty doggie!"  The pixie on Katrice's nose looked like a tiny green 
skinned and yellow haired woman with long insect wings and barely any 
material covering her little body.  Her voice was a bit squeaky.

"Nnngh?  W...w-what did I do?"  Katrice started to appear a bit 
frantic.  She was also slowly becoming aware of just how silly she might 
appear right then, both in what she looked like as well as her posture.  
From what she remembered about pixies, it would have been very likely 
that she was the only one who could see them.  If anyone happened to 
find her right now...

"You're SUCH a naughty doggie!  We can see right through you, yes we can!"

Katrice's eyes went wide, and she took a reflexive half-step back.  What 
exactly did the little green and glowing pixie mean?  Katrice didn't 
know very much about pixies, only that her old master had warned that 
she ought to avoid them, and that they could only be seen when they 
wished to be.  Now she suddenly wished he had made it so that she 
couldn't have voluntarily stepped out of the city.  Inwardly she cursed 
herself.  She was always making dumb decisions whenever she did anything 
on her own.  She always felt so much safer when someone was making her 
do something.  On her own she was always clumsy and wrong.  She pined 
for her old master now, more than anything.  She hadn't realized her 
emotion was triggering almost dog-like whimpering sounds to come from 
her, until she heard them.  Now she wasn't just afraid, she was embarrassed.

"C... c-can't we t..." Katrice began to stammer out, but the green pixie 
woman flittered off of Katrice's nose and, hovering just before her 
muzzle, gently touched Katrice's lip with her tiny little finger.  That 
was all that was necessary to prevent Katrice from using her voice; she 
had no control over it now and it was remaining silent.  All she could 
do now was continue a pathetic, helpless stare.

"Dance first!" the little green pixie exclaimed.  "That is the price!"

The price for what?  Katrice looked confused but still was unable to say 
anything.  The little green pixie gently pushed against Katrice's nose 
with her little finger, and Katrice found her feet and legs walking 
backward unerringly towards the shore.  She still had control of her 
arms and hands (for the moment anyway), but she was still a bit too 
fearful to uncross them from her chest.  Reflexively, she tried to both 
turn her head to look where she was going and to also stop herself, and 
of course her body ignored her twice.  It sent a wave of arousal through 
her, that mixed with her fear and turned some of that into excitement, 
so much despite herself.  She was ready to inwardly damn herself again 
when the little green pixie giggled at her.  Katrice's feet obediently 
stopped once she was about three feet away from the pond, but she still 
had no control over them.  While hovering just before Katrice, the 
little green pixie waved her arms, looking as if to sprinkle pixie dust 
on herself, and she shimmered.  A bright green flash later, the little 
green pixie was now four feet tall; still shorter than Katrice, but much 
larger than her brothers and sisters who were still flittering about and 
enjoying the show.

"Name's Trixie, by the way," the green pixie said with a playful and 
still somewhat squeaky voice while she smiled slyly and winked up to 
Katrice.  She reached out her hand to grab a fiddle that was suddenly 
there.  "Trixie Nixie the Tricksy Pixie!" she said in a sing-song way, 
right before she started to tap her foot in time to the music she just 
started to play.

Katrice's hands and arms moved away from her breasts and spread outward, 
as her feet began to dance a merry jig.  Even though she knew it was 
very likely no use, she still tried in a fit of nervous modesty to keep 
her arms crossed.  But of course her arms were obedient to the magick 
controlling them.  She felt herself grunting softly from the enormous 
effort her body put into dancing to the music.  No part of her body was 
listening to her now, save for her eyes.  Trixie was dancing too, while 
she continued to play.  All the other pixies flitted and danced in the 
air around Katrice and Trixie.  The only thing Katrice could really do 
is close her eyes and try not to be inundated by the humiliating thrill 
of once again having no control over herself.

"Heehee!  Naughty Doggie loves to dance!  Naughty Doggie has no pants!" 
Trixie sand and giggled loudly while continuing to dance along with 
Katrice, as if Katrice were dancing entirely of her own volition.  
Katrice tried to keep her eyes shut, hoping in vain that maybe if she 
tried to hate what was happening to her enough, maybe it would stop.

"Open your eyes!  Open your eyes!  And Naughty Doggie will have a 
surprise!" Trixie continued to happily tease Katrice, and it was really 
starting to get to her.  Katrice tried to close her eyes more tightly, 
to try and shut out what was happening to her.  But the longer she kept 
her eyes closed, the more the images from her memories filled her mind.  
Images of her old master, and how he made her play with herself and 
tease her all the time.  Images of that sorcerer--she didn't even know 
what his name was--who made her a 'naughty doggie' coyote-girl; naughty 
because she loved it when he made her pee and left her that way.  It was 
supposed to be a punishment, but such a loss of control as that affected 
her... why was she admitting this?

"Poor Katrice the Naughty Doggie!  Loves to pee and get all soggy!" 
Trixie sang as she increased her tempo and played her fiddle faster.  It 
made Katrice dance faster in turn.  She could feel her breasts happily 
bouncing while her legs eagerly jigged and jigged, and her body twirled 
about to keep her nice and dizzy, and her arms spun around to help her 
feel free... free to revel in her loss of control.  She could feel 
herself start to get tired, but still unable to stop.  Once again she 
was about to lose, and once again she was feeling absolutely euphoric 
about it.  It was true that the pixies could see right through her.  All 
she had to do was admit it.  Admit it, and open her eyes.

So Katrice opened her eyes.

Trixie smiled and immediately stopped playing.  Katrice collapsed to the 
ground, more exhausted than she realized.  Out of breath and panting 
heavily, all she could do for the moment was to look up at Trixie and 
give her a weak, apologetic little grin while she weakly scooted back so 
that she could sit up, her back propped up against a large tree.

"I'll bet you're as cute as a button when you can't stop yourself, 
uh-huh!" Trixie said to Katrice in a faint baby-talkish sing-song 
voice.  Trixie reached out to place the fiddle back into the nothingness 
from which it seemed to have come, and she stepped right up to Katrice 
as the other pixies flitted in and gathered close.  She still looked a 
little scared.  Trixie gently reached over and touched Katrice's lip 
once more.  Katrice suddenly felt that she could use her voice again.

"I'm... I-I'm still afraid..." Katrice meekly stuttered.

"Try again!" Trixie said, as she gently waggled her finger to Katrice 
and shook her head.  She waved her hand in a fancy little gesture, down 
towards Katrice's hands, and sprinkling some of her pixie dust on them.  
Katrice nervously looked down at her own hands, which had started to 
feel a bit tingly, and also because she could feel them and her arms 
moving up quite unbidden by herself.  Katrice's fingers gently flicked 
her nipples, which made Katrice gasp and twitch in the helpless little 
pleasure it gave.

"Nnngh... I... I..." Katrice still stammered.  She started to squirm and 
her breathing went shallow.  Her hands were about the only calm part 
about her, as they cupped her breasts, and seemed to hold them up for a 
moment as if showing them for Trixie's inspection.  Katrice's fingers 
started to more actively pinch and tease her nipples then, and that made 
Katrice cry out in pleasure; Pleasure that Katrice couldn't control or 
stop no matter how hard she tried.  And trying harder just made her cry 
out again when she failed.  It was music to Trixie's ears.

"You're a cute little fuzzy woman with perky ears who loves to play with 
her boobies, aren't you?  Yes you are!" Trixie sang in more baby-talk.  
The other pixies happily hummed in agreement.  Katrice's face was flush 
with such intense embarrassment, but this kind of humiliation was merely 
feeding her pleasure and arousal.  She writhed in her intense emotions, 
where she sat against the tree, and Trixie and the rest of the pixies 
seemed all too happy to just bask in such warmth.  Trixie soon made 
another fancy gesture with her hand, this time sprinkling pixie dust 
between Katrice's legs.  "And what else does the happy coyote puppy girl 
love, hmm?"

Katrice felt another gentle tingling between her legs this time and her 
eyes opened wide from the emerging sensations.  Her fingers continued to 
eagerly flick and tickle her nipples, and her hands kept her breasts 
gently held up and together.  She tried to look down at herself, but her 
hands kept her breasts in way of her view.  Trixie giggled at Katrice's 
reaction.  Katrice was ever so surprised that the feeling between her 
legs was even more intense than the last time she was made to pee (which 
was admittedly, the first).  Her bladder suddenly felt like it was 
filling up, and then it was uncomfortably full.  A moment later, it was 
painfully full.  Katrice closed her eyes and whimpered.  Between that 
painful fullness and the teasing of her nipples, it was starting to 
overwhelm her.  Before she knew it, she lost all control of her bladder 
and she was peeing.  And peeing.  Her bladder remained painfully, 
magickally full.  The perpetual peeing kept her in a constant feeling of 
release.  Katrice whimpered, and then suddenly squealed.  While she peed 
and her fingers pinched her nipples more tightly she tilted her head 
back and let out even more cries of pleasure.  "Oh gods I can't stop 
it!" she whimpered.  "Nnnngh, I c-can't... oh gods YES!"  Her helpless 
pleasure growing, Katrice started to curl her toes tightly, a response 
noticed by all of the pixies.

Trixie was starting to appear affected by Katrice's reactions.  She 
glowed more brightly. As did all the other pixies, who had started to 
buzz more energetically around Katrice and Trixie.  Trixie shivered and 
whimpered herself, and she reached over with one hand to gently rub 
behind Katrice's ear.  Trixie gestured towards Katrice's feet with her 
other hand, and now they too tingled with pixie dust.  "I think your 
cute little feet want some attention too, my darling!  Yes they do!"

In no time at all, Katrice's feet pressed against each other while her 
knees bent in.  Her toes playfully grabbed at one another.  It actually 
made Katrice giggle in between her grunts and whimpers.  While she 
looked down at her playful feet, her hands gently let go of her breasts 
so that they could instead hover just above them, while her fingers 
continued to tease and flick her nipples.  Katrice looked helplessly 
down at her hands now.  She gasped and giggled, and even started to cry 
a bit.  She kept giving into her desire to try and stop her hands, or 
her feet, or to stop peeing.  She was starting to transcend beyond 
caring at all if anyone saw her.  Now she wanted to struggle with all of 
her will against her magickal bonds that control her body, and be 
constantly assured that no matter how hard she tries, her body will 
happily continue to ignore her will.

"It is ok to wriggle!  Messy puppy pee girls love to wriggle!" Trixie 
giggled, and so did all the other pixies.  By now, they were swirling 
very fast around Katrice and Trixie.  Katrice made quite an embarrassed 
smile, as she knew Trixie was talking about her enjoyment in trying to 
stop herself and failing.  Trixie reached over to rub Katrice's ear 
again, and she actually looked just the tiniest bit serious for a 
moment.  "Naughty Doggie won't be Naughty if she gives her nectar!  She 
won't, no!  Puppy pee girl will get a surprise, she will!"  Trixie 
nodded her head to agree with herself while she sang this to Katrice, 
who merely looked bewildered in her helpless euphoria.  Trixie gleefully 
laughed for the state Katrice was now in, and she asked a direct 
question.  "Does Katrice want a choice?"

"No!" Katrice panted, in between her gasps.  The sweet and wonderful 
truth was brought out at last.

"Ok!" Trixie merely said.  The glow of the other pixies around her and 
Katrice was at its brightest.  Trixie gently inched closer to Katrice.  
She gently touched one of Katrice's feet, and that made Katrice's legs 
straighten out and her legs spread open just a bit.  Trixie then got 
onto Katrice's lap, not at all minding the mess.  Trixie touched one of 
Katrice's hands, and those hands immediately left Katrice's breasts and 
went down between her legs.  For a moment Katrice was confused, not to 
mention disappointed that she wasn't being made to tease her nipples 
anymore.  She whined in protest for a moment.  Her fingers from one hand 
started to gently spread her labia open, and the fingers from her other 
hand playfully teased her clitoris, and both her hands immediately 
became thoroughly soaked from her very warm pee; it started to splatter 
as her fingers eagerly pushed a bit more into her sex while her legs 
spread open much wider.  Those whines of protest quickly turned into 
whines of such deliciously helpless pleasure.  At the same moment, 
Trixie gestured towards Katrice's breasts with her hand to sprinkle 
pixie dust on them.  She reached down to suckle on one while she pulled 
on the other.  Katrice's eyes popped wide open and her back arched.  Now 
she was being made to masturbate while she was being milked, which she 
didn't expect to happen at all.  She cried out again in insane amounts 
of pleasure, while Trixie happily suckled on Katrice.  The rest of the 
pixies happily danced and bathed in the milk provided by Katrice's other 
nipple, thanks to Trixie's attentions upon it.

Katrice was held that way until each and every little pixie had their 
share, and Trixie suckled on Katrice throughout.  Katrice's fingers were 
relentless, pumping in and out of her hot wet sex and causing her pee to 
splatter about.  And she felt like she was going to explode from her 
helpless, wonderful pleasure.  But of course Trixie had kept Katrice's 
sweet orgasm magically on hold.  Not until every pixie partook.  Not 
until Trixie finished her eager suckling, drinking the magickally 
induced nectar of an orgasmic coyote-puppy-pee-girl who loves to be 
controlled, even if she won't always admit it, while the pixie's ears 
rang with the sweet music of Katrice's cries, grunts and gasps of 
helpless pleasure.  Not until Trixie finally pulled away did Katrice's 
body finally explode with orgamsic bliss.  Her scream was so loud that 
it rang throughout the entire forest.  Her orgasm thrashed her about 
like a rag doll in a dog's mouth.  Every fiber of Katrice's being was 
rewarded with pleasure.  She was so overcome that she could not even 
speak anymore, only babble half formed syllables in between between fits 
of giggles and whines while she sat there against the tree, squirming 
and twitching in an afterglow as bright as the sun and all the stars in 
the universe.  She might not have noticed then, when Trixie gave her a 
gentle kiss on her nose and a final rub of her ear.  She might not have 
been coherent enough to notice all the pixie lights zipping back up into 
the trees, or into the pond.  She might not have realized when it was 
she finally passed out and fell into a deep sleep there against the tree.

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Katrice wasn't really sure what time of day it was when she finally 
awoke.  In fact, she wasn't really sure what day of the week it was 
either.  There were no pixies around her, and only the sounds of 
chirping birds in the trees.  There were only three things of which she 
was absolutely certain: It was daytime, there was a curled up leash with 
a note attached resting on her clothes, and she was still peeing.

She tried to stop herself again, but of course that didn't work.  Her 
bladder was still painfully full and she was already quite a mess.  She 
was a bit too tired to care this time if she incurred the pixies' wrath 
again; she dared to step back into the pond to clean herself up as best 
she could.  She was still very weak, and her feeling of continuous 
release was getting to her again rather quickly.  Continuously peeing in 
the pond while trying to bathe there proved to be a very difficult and 
humiliating task.  But no pixies showed up this time.  Whatever 
transgression she made the first time, she was apparently allowed to do 
it now.

As soon as she figured she was clean enough, she got out of the pond and 
back towards her clothes and that shiny new leash, and finally reached 
down to pick up the note and read it.

This is what it said:


"1: Katrice the coyote-puppy-girl-pee-slave will henceforth be made to 
pee-pee forever and ever while she is in and around the pixie forest and 
pond, because she loves being made to do it so much.
  She can never stop herself ever while in our realm.  We know how much 
this makes her squirm just knowning she has no choice in the matter.

2: Furthermore, she is free to come back and visit our realm whenever 
she wants!  But upon stepping but a single foot inside our lands, her 
hands shall most definitely pay the utmost attention to her wonderfully 
perky and nicely large boobs, because they most certainly deserve it.  
And her fingers will make sure her nipples remain properly teased.  We 
know she loves being made to do this too, so she can't deny it!  This is 
to last a fortnight and not a moment less!  Unless she twirls around 
three times.  Then it will last twice as long.

3: She is not allowed to wear clothing in our realm.  It simply will not 
do!  If she dares to enter with clothes on, she will be made to remove 
them and they will disappear. She will then be punished by being given 
an enormously huge appetite for daisies.  She can try and fight that if 
she wants, but it won't go away until she's had her full and atoned for 
her sins!

So sayeth Trixie, ruler of the realm!

P.S. The leash is a gift!  You can clip it to your collar but you can't 
take it off, because that would be cheating!  Everyone can make you do 
anything they want if they hold it and tell you, isn't that neat?  Now 
you can be controlled by everybody and not just nasty demons and 
wizards!  You can even control yourself with it, too!  But there are 
rules to that, because there's no cheating allowed!"


Katrice was a bit taken aback.  For a while she just stood there looking 
at the note, then down at the shiny new leash, then down between her 
legs as she felt herself still peeing, and then back to the note as she 
read it again.  She tried very hard not to become too aroused over her 
predicament, as hard as that was; she ALWAYS got so turned on whenever 
she lost control of herself in any way.  She gently bent down to pick up 
her clothes and that nice and shiny new leash, that looked like it 
belonged on her collar.  No... she tried to get that thought out of her 
mind as she sat on the rock where her clothes had been resting, so she 
could try and think about what had happened to her.  The change in her 
posture changed the pressure on her bladder though, and as she sat on 
the rock, she could feel and hear her pee splattering on it.  Her pee 
was laced with the musky scent of her own unwitting arousal, and that 
just made her nostrils flare and caused her to shiver, and her toes to 
curl up a bit.  Gods, this was a magic place, and now she could come 
here whenever she wanted to lose control of herself and maybe be played 
with by little faeries!

She shook her head and whimpered, and tried to straighten her posture as 
she gripped the rock upon which she was sitting, with her hands to each 
side of her.  She tried hard not to think about her peeing or her new 
leash, as wonderful as those two things were.  Why did her old master 
never want her to come here and meet these pixies in the first place?  
Were they dangerous?  She wasn't convinced that they were, especially 
after the yummy way they played with her.  She started to remember that 
they drank milk from her, and she her gently hugged herself for that 
thought, and whimpered and shivered all over again.  Her old master was 
just jealous these wonderful pixies would have taken her from him and 
made her play with herself and tease her nipples and pee all day every 
day.  That had to be it!  Besides, they gave her such a wonderful and 
shiny new leash.  She just had to clip it on her now.

She squealed a bit as she uncoiled the leash and examined it.  Suddenly 
it felt like she was doing the most absolutely rightest thing in the 
world to be holding it.  She placed her clothes beside her and then she 
eagerly clipped on her shiny new leash, and true to her nature she 
immediately attempted to unclip it and pull it off.  She could do 
anything with her fingers right then, except unclip that leash, where 
they immediately stopped listening to her.  That thrilled her so very 
much!  She giggled and squirmed where she sat.  At that moment it felt 
so right to be an enchanted coyote slave girl.  She couldn't wait to try 
it out!  She slipped her hand through the loop at the end of the leash, 
and closed her hand around it.  She was so giddy with excitement and 
anticipation.

"Stand up, Katrice!" she ordered herself.

Her legs immediately pulled her up to stand.  She softly grunted for the 
immediate effort of her legs, and the slight change in pressure on her 
ever-full bladder made her whimper.  She stared down at her feet, 
looking at them as if she'd never noticed them before and was 
orgasmically excited that they were there.  In a way, this was a little 
true.

"Walk forward, Katrice!"

She reveled in the feeling of her feet taking step after step.  She 
closed her eyes just so she could better feel the muscles in her legs 
tense and relax, her joints bend and her feet land on the ground and 
then lift up again.  It was such a wonderful feeling from her legs, for 
them to be doing this so... naturally.  And she had no control over it.  
No direct control, she had to gently remind herself.  But that didn't 
matter right now.  It was a wonderful gift the pixies gave her, and she 
was going to enjoy every precious moment of it.

"Walk home, Katrice!"

Home.  It was an impulse that just came her to, to order herself to do 
that.  But somehow it seemed right.  She really wasn't sure where home 
was, though.  Maybe it was back at her old master's keep.  Maybe it was 
the home of that sorcerer who had been kind enough to turn her into a 
cute and fuzzy coyote-girl (she had to go back soon, and deeply 
apologize to him for acting so disrespectful to him!).  Maybe it was 
somewhere there in the pixie forest, where they all lived, and she'd be 
their puppy-girl slave and they'd play with her all day.  The magick was 
in control of her legs and feet now, and it knew where it was taking 
her.  She always trusted the enchantment over her.  It always knew 
best!  She continued looking down at her feet and not where she was 
going, because the magick knew where she was going and so she didn't 
have to worry.  Her nostrils flared at her own scent from the trail of 
pee she was leaving behind her; in the back of her mind she wondered if 
her peeing would stop if she left the pixie's realm.  She was completely 
free to revel in her loss of control, and she loved every sweet second 
of it.

Katrice's clothes remained in a neatly folded stack on the rock.  She 
forgot all about them.

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