Selune let fly the bolt of Daedric fuckery, striking her mark easily.  Light pulsed from Talvas as a shining mist enveloped him, starting at the feet and moving up quickly.  A moment later at the mist surrounded him, folding in on itself and shrinking.  No scream of pain or other sign of distress was evident, and the shrinkage meant there was no danger of a mammoth materializing, but whatever Talvas was transmogrifying into could still be dangerous.  At that size, a Chaurus, Death Hound, Hunger, perhaps even a small Clannfear could appear.  Selune eyed the mist with intensity as it dispersed...

 

 

"...A dog?" Selune asked rhetorically.

 

"A dog." Neloth repeated, scratching his head.  "I admit I was hoping for something more exotic, but I suppose this is... something."

 

"What do we do now?" Selune asked.  "I didn't notice anything worth documenting.  The process was completely in line with previous recorded observations."

 

"I have a thought on the matter," Neloth said.  "I've had a hunch for some time that exertion can reduce the length of the effects of a Wabbajack transformation..."

 

Selune didn't like where this was going.

 

 

"I'd like you to wear him out.  Preferably quickly," Neloth said.

 

"I... can't imagine you mean just taking him out for a walk and playing fetch, do you?" Selune asked with a resigned sigh.

 

"As if you even need to ask," Neloth replied.  "It's not like you've never pleasured Talvas before.  He's just in a different skin."

 

"Master..." Selune began.  The terms of her contract weren't truly absolute, but she still felt nervous raising objections to Neloth's lewder orders.  Still, in this case, she felt she had to say something.  "I swore off this sort of thing a long time ago, but... if you desire it, I will comply."  And with that, Selune moved slowly towards Talvas.

 

"Swore off?" Neloth asked as Selune moved behind Talvas, kneeling down and daintily reaching underneath the dog.  "So you've done this sort of thing before?"

 

 

"Oh, a number of times," Selune answered as she stroked Talvas' growing cock.  She'd forgotten what dog cock felt like in her hand.  "Never for personal pleasure.  But my pursuit of a cure or workaround for my condition has on several occasions involved some... fairly demanding rituals.  Over the course of about sixty years, I've had... two dozen dogs or wolves, a Clannfear, a handful of Hungers, a couple of Scamps, a heavily drugged minotaur...  I may be forgetting a few, but that's the bulk of what I remember."

 

Neloth's face was in a rare expression of genuine surprise.  "That's... more than I would have guessed," he remarked.

 

Selune shrugged.  "It was all business.  I'd be lying if I said some of those weren't enjoyable, but I was never sexually drawn the animals."  She scratched behind Talvas' ear.  "Especially dogs.  I hate them.  But that's a story for another time..."

 

 

Selune slid to the floor and, with little effort, coaxed Talvas over her.  Neloth piped up, "Out of curiosity... did you have a favorite?  For future reference."

 

Selune rolled her eyes.  "Hungers.  They're surprisingly docile when aroused, and both their skin and cum have a relatively pleasant taste," she said matter-of-factly.

 

"Interesting..." Neloth said.  "Ah, but enough chit-chat.  You should be focusing on the task at hand... so to speak."

 

 

"Of course..." Selune said,  turning her gaze to the hot pink rod hovering over her midsection.  It was ugly and unappetizing, yet had a strange allure.  "Why don't you put my chest to use, since you're always ogling it..." she says to Talvas, who makes a sound in his throat as if in response.

 

 

"Yes, that's it... right there," Selune cooed encouragingly.  Talvas happily pumped his cock between her modest tits.

 

"Bah!" Neloth exclaimed.  "As nice as your tits are, they aren't made for that!  Show me how you practice your specialty on a dog."

 

 

"Of course, Master," Selune said, reluctantly sliding further underneath the dog.  She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her open mouth, slipping the pointed tip inside.  She looked over and made eye contact with Neloth, slurping obediently on Talvas' meat.  Her tongue darted out occasionally as she gave him as good a blowjob as she was obligated to.

 

Soon Talvas grew restless.  Sensing a greater need, he released his cock with a soft pop.  "I think... he wants something else," she said.  Reluctantly, she slid out from under him and got on all fours, giving her ass a little shake to encourage him.  Sucking was one thing, but offering herself to a dog was... less than ideal.  Still, nothing she hadn't done before.  She swallowed her pride and maintained a professional air even as Talvas got into position...

 

 

"Ahh...!" he sighed softly as Talvas' remarkably substantial cock slipped into her wet sex easily.  It felt good to be filled after all that teasing, even if she wasn't fond of what was filling her.  She looked over her shoulder as best she could as she was pounded by Talvas's furry mass.  "Does this please you, Master?" she asked.  "I hope at least one of us is legitimately enjoying this..."

 

 

"It's certainly interesting," he said, grinning.  "In all my years, I've never seen one so... willfully indifferent.  Most are disgusted, while occasionally you get a real freak who truly wants it.  The fact you seem to be well and truly neutral to it is... refreshing."

 

"Why am I not surprised... ah... that I'm not the first you've m-made do this..." Selune said, fighting the metaphorical knot in her core as she felt her pleasure welling up.

 

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Talvas began to really lay into her, forcing her weakening arms to buckle, her elbows striking the hard fungal floor.  She gave as much as she could without collapsing, riding out the first small orgasm the force of the beast have given her.  She bit her lip to keep from moaning, unwilling to admit any more enjoyment than she absolutely had to.

 

 

She felt something.  A warmth.  She thought for a moment that Talvas had finished inside her, but that notion quickly faded as a light began to emanate from behind her.  She felt Talvas become briefly... energetic, an intense, electric tingling sensation erupting over every bit of skin he had been touching - a fascinating experience when his cock was also buried deep inside her, to be sure.  She saw the light fade and felt bare skin against her back.  An arm reached around and held her to him.  "By Azura, you feel so good!" Talvas said, panting.

 

 

He reared up and grabbed her hips, pounding her half-competently.  "Excellent!" Neloth exclaimed.  "You seem to have either successfully drained him, or waited out the effects."

 

"Can we stop now?" Selune asked.

 

"Of course not.  Miraculously, Talvas hasn't done anything to warrant punishment by blue-balls in the last few days.  Let him finish, then we'll reset the experiment."

 

"Will I have to fuck whatever he turns into next?" Selune, growing irritated, asks as Talvas pulled her up by her arms and continued to rail her.

 

 

"That depends on what he turns into," Neloth replied.  "It's unlikely, but I wouldn't rule it out if I were you.  Perhaps he'll turn into a nice Hunger..."

 

Selune rolled her eyes angrily.