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Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Snow leopard? Oh, that sounds great. Some... fluffy fur... The thought of fluffy fur pressed against her body caused a shiver to run down Katie's back. Yeah, Katie. Katelyn sounds like some snobby girl who stays at home and wears suits and other boring clothing. Someone wearing fur needs to have a name as sexy as her outfit. A moment was spent visualizing her boss in a more intimate situation than she ever would have even considered, and without noticing it, her tongue slowly licked her lips. She noticed that the clerk had moved after a moment of spacing out and giggled as she followed the woman. When the slutty leather tank top was passed to her, her hands slowly moved over it, and she visualized herself in it, with most of her bust on display, showing it off to sexy people who she could... The thong elicited a similar reaction, with her mind filled with thoughts of how great she would look in the skimpy, bright thong that would just barely cover her womanhood. The true icing on the cake for her, though was the thick white fur that covered the beautiful outfit. The fur bikini that Cassandra wore was sexy, of course, but this... Her thighs rubbed together subconsciously for a moment as she felt heat rising in her loins as she felt the soft fur with her hands, a look of pure happiness on her face, as the feeling of fur expanded the power of the curse, causing her mind to continue to sink away to a focus on soft, sexy fur, like the outfit she currently held in her arms. It's perfect! She squealed, her hand running over the soft material. Katie hurried into the changing room, quickly removing the boring old clothing that she wore, excited to wear the new outfit, which fit her new mind perfectly. Her hand ran over her moistening pussy for a few moments before she began slowly dressing, enjoying the feeling of the new, sexy clothing covering her body. The tank top and thong didn't take long, but when she got to the fur, her pace slowed, her body entirely focusing on the material. Her body tingled as she first slid on the tiny miniskirt, which clung attractively to her thighs and buttocks, highlighting their curves. Next were the soft boots, which caused a long moan of pleasure to escape her mouth, feeling her toes brushing over the soft, thick fur. Finally came the soft coat, which made her entire body shiver with pleasure as it slowly settled onto her body, covering her flesh with the warm, soft touch of the material. After taking a moment to enjoy the feeling, she sauntered out of the changing room, the boots having required a change in her walk. How do I look? She asked the saleswoman, slowly turning around, showing off her fur-covered body.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Oh, you look fantastic! Tammy said, smiling brightly at Katie as she looked her up and down. The outfit was just the right mix of cute and flashy, and while Katie maybe didn't have a whole lot to show off, the outfit definitely showed off everything that she had well. You can leave that all on if you want and just come over here, and I'll ring you up, she offered, heading over to the cash register and taking out a pair of scissors to clip off the tags. With the fur surrounding her, she felt soft and warm, not to mention sexy. Like her boss, she was going to look predatory...though with the fluffier fur, she did look a little more inviting, maybe. It made sense, she was supposed to be the girl that people were happy to see, and happy to look at. While she mused about how to make herself appear more attractive, her body had begun to grow, wrapped up in fur as it was. Her breasts were slowly beginning to push against the top, gradually deepening her cleavage, while her lips had begun to soften and her hips to widen. Slowly, she was losing her more professional looks for something a bit more along the lines of 'sex kitten'. Mmm, well... Cassandra said, thinking about what she might like to wear. I do have to look professional, so I was thinking maybe a dress? It needs to be tight, though...and I'd like it if it'd show off these, she said, almost giggling as she thrust her breasts out at the clerk. I don't really need any particular sort, but...maybe...pink tiger stripes? Or you think it should be spots like my purse? Or it could be orange, ooh or maybe purple... She licked her plump lips lightly, her blouse and skirt making soft creaking sounds as her curves strained against them.
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Not having to remove the soft, sensual fur from her body was a great thought, so Katie nodded in agreement at the saleswoman. Smiling at the feeling of the fur rubbing against her body with each step, she followed Tammy to the register. Normally, she would be a lot shrewder in her purchases, but at the moment her focus wasn't how good a deal that outfit was, but how good it looked on her. Her mind was already degrading from the moment that the curse infected her, but now that she was wearing the fur, the curse was in full swing, and within only a day or two, much of her mind would be ground down to allow for focus on what the curse thought important. Her body was growing to a more sensual form, but the lack of thought in her head stopped her from noticing the large changes. Breasts that seemed to be racing to match those on her boss, thighs that expanded to match her wide gait, and lips that were making her look even more attractive to anyone. With her changing body, changing mind, and new outfit, she was quickly becoming a stupid, sexy slut. Cassandra's body, even though she was farther along, was continuing to change. Large breasts, wide hips, thick lips, long hair. The saleswoman, Libby, thought for a moment at the woman's request. Business-like, and showing off her breasts? It didn't make sense to her, but she wasn't going to point that out. Oh, we have something that would look great on you. Libby said, motioning for Cassandra to follow her. The saleswoman pulled out a dress from the rack. It was made of soft, dark purple fur with black spots over it. It was strapless, and would reveal a large amount of cleavavage, and would also end fairly high, being just long enough to cover her furry panties. How does this look?
Thread: How Fur Got Into Cassandra DeMille (Rarity and Kotep)

Ooh, that looks just wonderful! Cassandra cooed, unable to keep from giggling as she ran her fingers over the sleek fur. That would look so good with a fur-lined coat, she thought...but no, she had to look businesslike. She had to wear a business suit. Or, well, at least the jacket over her dress. It wasn't that strange to wear a dress to work, she told herself, lightly rubbing the fabric against her cheek. Libby had to wake her out of her bliss. I'll try it on right away! she said brightly. Looking in the mirror, she loved how much of her breasts it showed off, running her fingers lightly over the tender flesh, then running her hands along her legs as she felt how high up the skirt ran. It was absolutely gorgeous, keeping her wrapped in pleasing, soft, sexy fur that would brush against her with every step. Subconsciously, she was also drawn to the dress because of how much it seemed that it could stretch. She didn't know it, but she was even buying clothes to suit her transformation. Cassandra's business jacket was looking even more out of place with the dress on, but she insisted that she had to wear it. The curse would slowly grind away that lingering professionalism, but for now, she was dressed in all fur but for a gray pinstripe jacket. She paid at the register, then held hands with Katie as they began to walk back to the office. A small distinction between the two of them was gradually becoming evident--though the two were headed for quite the same fate, Katie was the perkier, 'cuter' one, while Cassandra was the more elegant, 'seductive' one. The distinction was still small though, as they were both becoming complete sluts all the same. Cassandra had been looking forward to chatting about fashion with her newfound friend, but after getting back, apparently she had some boring meeting with her boss or whatever. The presentation she had botched was almost gone from her mind, but she trudged, as much as one could trudge in platform heels, off to his office, opening up the door. You wanted to see me? she asked in a slightly bubbly voice.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Charlotte knew that this would be a dangerous endeavor. After all no one wanted to have a woman on board any sort of vessel and some of the more superstitious sea farers believed one of her gender was bad luck. These included pirates and, of course, it was with pirates of a most devious nature that she would be surrounding herself with. Not that she minded being around rakes and roustabouts. She grew up amongst them on the street at any rate and was more comfortable in their world. Yet this was different. A woman would not be tolerated on a ship, especially one with murder on her mind. It was her sole intention to take the life of the captain of that vessel. Dressing up in mens array was simply enough. Her ample amounts of copper colored hair had been pinned up and stuffed into a scarf and then had a hat crushed over it. It hid her curls quite neatly. She donned clothes at least two sizes too large, padded her waist, and bound her chest to take away any curve from her body. She knew somewhat of a ship but her lack of knowledge would prove to be helpful here. A young boy would not know much about those sorts of things and would be eager to learn. A few days out to sea and she had picked up on a good bit in the short time she had been there. She understood how to tie different knots now and where the knots would best be employed. She had learned to clean a musket and resemble it in less than a minute. During all of this, however, her mind rarely removed itself from revenge. Much of her day was spent looking towards the captains cabin when she was out on deck swabbing. She made note of when he came and when he left what times would be best to slip inside of his quarters and then slit his throat. That day Charlotte had been going about her normal routine. The salt water had embedded itself into her clothes and that morning she felt particularly grimy. It was no wonder so many men simply went around in vests and dingy pants that had been cut off it was easier to wash skin than it was to try and take the brine out of clothing. Part of her wished that she could simply strip off her clothes and be like that but she minded her manners and her place. It would not do for her to spoil all just for the opportunity to feel more fresh. She would have ample opportunity when she got off of that horrible ship. Already the sun was baking her fair flesh. Freckles had begun to dot the bridge of her nose because of it and her skin, the parts that were exposed anyway, had turned a golden tan. She liked the color herself, even if it was not considered fashionable for young ladies. Keen green eyes turned towards the captains quarters once more and she hoped he would emerge soon.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit ran his finger along the shore of a small island on the map before he double checked the heading. He smiled to himself as he thought of the treasure that the island hid. After writing down the heading he slipped it into his pocket then put one of the two double barreled pistols back into his belt on the other side of his hip. He started humming as he put his hat on and walked out of his cabin. He stood and blinked his eyes as he stopped humming and let them adjust to the bright light of day. He was used to it by now so to anyone watching him it looked like he was watching the crew. When his eyes had adjusted he had his hand on the hilt of his sword and walked up stairs to the quarter deck. Smith, our new heading. The first mate turned to the captain and took the offered paper before taking the wheel and adjusting their course. Captain Kennit turned and put his hands on the railing as he watched the crew. He knew they had replaced the crew that had died in their last raids or he had killed when they tried to jump ship. Mr.Smith walked over and stood beside the Captain. How are the new crew fairing? Smith was quite for a long moment before he spoke. They are holding in. I must tell you the youngster has been watching you more than is healthy. Kennit glanced at Smith then looked back out at the crew and looked closely to the young man that Smith mentioned. The only thing that he could see wrong was that the boy seemed to ware more clothes that most. Kennit only had on a loose white shirt and a black vest with a wide belt going from his left shoulder to his right hip. Even his pants were a loose thin fabric held up by a thick belt and tucked into a pair of tall leather boots. Get the boy up here so I can have a chat with him. His fingers drummed over the wood as Smith nodded and headed down to the deck. After a minute Kennit walked to the stern of the ship and put his hands behind his back as he watched the wake of the ship and waited. Smith grabbed Charlotte's shoulder and pulled her to her feet. The captain wants to have a word with you. He waited for her to start walking before he followed a step behind her.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

The sudden touch to her shoulder caused her to start, body shaking a moment from shock. If someone grabbed her shoulder like that on the street it was liable that she should cut them or, at least, scold them thoroughly. Yet Charlotte remembered her role and bit back any callous words and fought the twitching fingers that eagerly longed to grab for the dirk strapped to her thigh. She was thankful for the padding, sure that his fingers would cause the covered flesh beneath all of the layers to bruise terribly. She pushed herself to her feet rather quickly and headed towards the cabin. She slumped her shoulders and held her head down as if she were a terrified youth. In reality she wanted to meet the captain eye to eye and spit in his face. Bile rose in her throat and she hastily swallowed it. Giving away the act so soon was likely to get her thrown from the ship and to the hungry sharks below. Hushed, taunting whispers were nearly washed away in the sounds of work. A ship was never, ever silent. There was always something that creaked or wailed or flapped miserably. Charlotte hated it. The streets were quiet at night at least but here even the gentle slosh of the ship pushing through water drove her mad. Have I done somethin wrong mister? she asked, trying to make herself sound crackling and prepubescent. I am jus learnin, I am. The sound was rough even to her, and she winced at the sound of her own voice. Terrible, just terrible! Though she was concerned at that point.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Smith just laughed at her question along with a few of other crew men who had been walking by. One of them looked at Charlotte. If the captain is in a bad mood then you did something wrong. His comment caused more harsh laughter from the crew but it ended quickly from a glance from Smith. Smith kept his hand on Charlette's back with enough force to make sure she knew it was there and to keep going. Kennit heard the laughter and turned to see what was going on. When he saw Smith and the boy he walked back to his cabin and left the door open for them as he went inside and grabbed an apple. He sat down behind his desk and waited for Smith and the boy as he watched the door. When they arrived Kennit motioned Smith to leave and he did closing the door behind him. Whats your name boy? Kennit took another bite from the apple as he studied the boy in front of him. He did not usually take on boys that were so young but from what he and Smith had seen the boy worked hard and was a fast learner.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

There was an awkward silence from her in the wake of their laughter. She wanted to yell at them and kick at their shins for being so cruel to someone of her age but she knew it was the way of pirates and the way she must be treated, if by anything, by the lifestyle of it all. She did not lift her gaze from the ground as she was lead to the captains quarters. Her feet shuffled clumsily in shoes that were too large for her. Why she would go without them at all if she could but she knew her foot to be dainty and entirely too slender for such a thing and, upon seeing them, the men would point her out as fraud almost instantly and that would be the rather bitter end of her game. It was only when the captain spoke to her did she lift her gaze. The pale color of her eyes flashed a moment in keenness. Ah. She knew that face well. The face of the man who had taken her mother for nearly everything and left her to rot. Her blood boiled, hot and fierce and made her sun stain cheeks flush crimson. Charles is my name, sir. She replied in a cool as tone as she could muster while still keeping the crack so common in boys the age she was pretending to be. I haven done nothin wron, have I?
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit saw the keenness in the boys eye and it caused him to smile. He liked to see that his crew had more brains than it took to do one task at a time. He took another bite and considered the boys question as he chewed. But when he finished the bite he answered her question with one of his own. Do you know what Mr.Smiths job is here on the ship, boy? If the boy was smart he would get an answer to his question when Kennit was ready to answer him and know sooner. I mean do you really think that you are not being watched just as much as the rest of the crew while you work? His face was still pleasant but his voice had grown colder. He took a larger bite this time and eyed the apples wondering if he would give the boy one if he answered his questions the way he wanted them answered.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

There was another moment of tense pause and her eyes darted about. This was becoming dangerous for her and she though, perchance, it was better to play it slow at first. Though she knew what Smith to be the moment she entered the ship. He was a bodyguard in lesser terms but she thought him completely a cad and a rake and a man much after the cruel captains heart. I think, sir, he must be your firs mate or confidant of sorts. The sound of her tone is slightly off than before. That voice is a strain and she isnt exactly asked to speak to great lengths on the ship as she works. Always it is a Yes sir or a Naw, sir and silence.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

The captain was silent for a few long moments as he thought about it. His job is to keep an eye on the crew. So first mate works well for him. His eyes bet the boys as he stood up. That means that as were you watching me he was watching you. He moved around his desk and took a few steps towards the boy. Now tell me why you have been watching me so intently since you came on board my ship? He took the last bit form his apple. If I am not satisfied with your answer I will personally give you five lashes. The boy would not be the first to be whipped since they left port but there had only been two men in the past few days.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Lashes? That would mean a bare back and exposed skin and the showing that she was not a young boy but a full grown woman. Her heart leapt to her chest and she took a deep suck inward. She could not fib and say that she fancied him a young boy fancying a man was frowned upon at best. At worst it could get her cast off the ship. So, instead, she blurted out the second thing that came to her mind in her panic. I was only admirin sir. It was not uncommon for lads to look up to men that had taken them in. Especially if that boy had no parents and she had concocted Charleys story to make it so he had none just like her. Perhaps she could pull off that she thought of him as a father figure. One day, maybe, I was hopin to be like you.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Even being as cruel and harsh as he was Kennit still felt something for the boy when he said that he admired him. He studied the boy for a minute as he thought about the answer he had been given. Maybe it was the boys age but Kennit believed him. Well keep it up and maybe you will make something of yourself. He walked back to his desk and grabbed an apple. Now get back to work. He tossed him the apple as he spoke then turned back to the map table. He did not seem to be aware of the boys presence but it was just an act. He was listening more for the boy than he was looking at the maps.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Clumsily she caught the apple. It was not as if she could not do something so simple it was just the very thought of touching something that he had put his lips to made her stomach churn and she was sure that it would burn her like fresh lye. Instead she forced a smile on to her full lips. Thank you, sir! She was sure to have her voice fit, perfectly, the tone she imagined for an excited lad. Her pale green eyes moved down towards the apple and she actually half smiled in that moment, her features relaxing somewhat and appearing more feminine what a beautiful boy she was!. It would be a long while since she was to have an apple again, she was sure, so she decided to make the most of it. Upon the unbitten portion of the apple she pressed her lips and took a bite, nearly squealing from joy. Even on the streets such a treat was rare and, how fitting she thought, that such a thing would come from the person she hated the most. She turned her gaze towards him for a moment, trying to show admiration but her eyes lied. There was a flash in them that showed all of her hatred and malice and anger. As quickly as she looked she had looked away.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Kennit turned to look back at the boy in time to see the admiration in his eyes. He saw a flash of something behind the admiration but he ignored it since he did not see the boy as a threat. If he had seen the same threat in the eyes of one of the other crew he would have had them lashed until the threat was gone or just shot them on sight but he just didn't see the boy as a threat to him. He looked past the boy as he heard something crash to the deck and his face locked into a hard expression as he walked towards the door. He looked at Charles as if he had almost forgotten him. What are you doing in here still? Get back to work before I change my mind on those lashes. His voice was harsh but it was only slightly above normal volume. He stayed at Charles for a moment then walked out of the room and ground his teeth as he saw one of the new cannons half through the deck. Who did this!? He was livid and everyone knew that whoever had pointed out would be in a world of hurt when he was done with them.
Thread: Bloody Drake (Retro and Frelance)

Charlotte nearly darted at from the captain at that snap. What else should she have expected from him? For all that he was cruel she should have known that his silence meant that she was to leave. She gripped the apple harshly and half expected it explode within her grasp. Though it did not. Not until he screamed again. Apple bit flew around her as she whirled around. What she saw made her pale. It was she who had done that. No one had told her how to do such a thing and she simply guessed at it. Her dry lips were whetted quickly with a flick of her tongue and her stomach churned. A man stepped forward, the one who instructed her to do the task, and simply pointed towards her with a shrug. The lad did it, I think, confusing one thing for another sir. It taint his fault. Hes still learning