H–Man chortled over his scheme. Soon his pretty kitty would be ‘rescued’ from the contraption, ready and very willing to give him a proper heroes reward. He was so caught up in his fantasy that he barely noticed the cloying perfume wafting over him, until a whip lashed out and wrapped around his waist – something he should have been able to avoid easily, if his senses hadn’t been befuddled.
“Just what do you think you are doing?” Kodachi demanded as she advanced. H–Man took one look and knew that he was in trouble, and he liked it.
In the first world she’d been a gymnastic martial artist. In the second she’d been a ronin ninja bandit who’d come to a bad end. Back in the first world, she was eventually turned into a busty skunk ‘morph Then in the third a noir villainess indulging in the hypnotic sex trade.
In this world the theme not only continued but all the changes came together in one nasty package. Kodachi was an athletic dominatrix by inclination, a skunk anthropomorph by species, and a sprayer of hypnotic musk by power.
“Well, well, what a darling little man! It looks like my dreams have finally come true,” Kodachi purred. Idly Happosai wondered if skunks purred, but like, whatever; she did. She definitely purred as she bent over to tickle him under the chin. His toes curled and he felt like a little cloud of perfume was lifting him up. “I’ve heard of you, H–Man. I’ve heard so many good things. To think that I would finally get a chance to sample your manly prowess in this school for wayward girls!”
H–Man just sighed and fell into a hypnotic stupor as Kodachi’s tail wafted hypnotic perfume over him.
“Oh, it’s so tempting to try you out right here. But latter,” she decided, standing up and clutching him to her breast like a stuffed toy. “For now, let’s have a look at what damage you’ve done to our new recruit. Ah, a tigress! How lovely. So strong, so fierce, but so hard to please.”
She listened to the tapes H–Man was playing into Makoto’s subconscious for a bit. “Oh, no, no, this isn’t right at all,” she muttered. “Boys must be toys for emgals, not the other way around, you naughty, naughty little man! For trying to turn a tigress, so fierce and proud, into a mewling little kitty, I must punish you!”
“But latter. First, let me fix this, then we can play. It won’t take but a moment.” She was an expert at ‘fixing’ girls’ minds; after all, that was what the Sorceress paid her to do.
“That should do it,” Kodachi cried after a while. She cuddled her new toy and headed out the door to report the incident. “I am a genius! Oho, ho, ho!”
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