Property of the Elven Princesses

The other two females were markedly canine. Their elongated faces were halfway between a dog and a person; their wet noses sniffed and their tongues lolled out of canine mouths. Each had a springy tail that was wagging in excitement. The show they were about to see was rare indeed. Since their owner Adria had disposed of their previous companions, who at three hundred had grown old and weary, they had been waiting for this moment.

Adria squatted down in front of Jake and took his face in her hands. She stroked it all over, memorising its curves and edges. Reaching into Jake's mouth, she pulled out his tongue, inspecting it for width and length. She moved to the boy's rear and fondled his balls and cock, much to Jake's alarm. When he tried to pull away, the elf used her strength to hold him fast by his manhood. He soon gave up trying to resist; she was impossibly strong. She squeezed his balls as a warning.

Adria inspected the new girl in much the same fashion, probing her vagina as she tried to pull away and cupping her small tits. She flicked the girl's nipples a few times and laughed as she flinched and tested her bonds. The chains that held her gave her little room to manoeuvre. Adria stroked the girl's hair as she started to cry, patting her head and whispering soothing words of magic to her. Soon the girl was simply staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. An excellent purchase, Adria thought.

"Slaves, my name is Princess Adria. Your predecessors in my menagerie grew old, slow and weak. I gave them a final mercy and ... let them go. Three hundred years in my service was enough. But they left a hole in my heart, and that hole must be filled. By you, it seems.

"You may have noticed your collars prevent you from speaking. I'll relax that magic soon enough, don't worry. First, I need to make a few changes. Slavegirl!" yelled Adria, summoning her one fully human slave, who she had never named.

"Yes, Mistress Adria?" she said sweetly, using the term of address she knew her owner preferred.

Adria looked the petite brunette over and smiled; she still remembered when she had bought the confused, angry young man she had transformed into this simpering slavegirl. Once a week she let the girl out of her steel chastity belt and gave her a good, hard fucking. She wasn't due for two more days though; Adria cleared her mind and focused on the task at hand.

"Bring the mirror -- the short, wide one that goes from the floor up -- then place it in front of these two," she said to the slavegirl.

"Yes, Mistress!" said the naked waif, and scurried off, her small breasts bouncing in the flickering candlelight.

When the slavegirl returned, she placed the mirror as ordered. Now Jake and the Japanese girl could see themselves, chained on all-fours like animals. Jake wondered why this was necessary. The slavegirl looked the two new ones over -- she was looking forward to helping with their training.

"Slaves," said Adria, addressing her two new pieces of property, "if you kept your eyes open when you were on display in the market, you will have seen some of your new brothers and sisters going about their lives, leashed, crawling and panting. I keep only one fully human slave, who you see standing before you. I bought you to make myself some new puppies. Be good dogs and play along, won't you?"

Jake and the Japanese girl knew immediately what she meant. Stripped of the ability to even contemplate escape, they instead shuffled closer together, and as far from Adria as their chains would allow. Jake opened his mouth to try to negotiate. As the words formed, the collar wracked his body with breathtaking pain. He breathed hard as his vision returned to normal, and tried to use his eyes to beg instead -- please don't. Adria laughed and shook her head.

"You, boy, your name was Jake, wasn't it?"

Jake nodded hesitantly. What did she mean, was?

"Hmmm ... what do you look like? What do you think, slavegirl, you have a knack for this?"

"Thank you, Mistress," said her adoring charge, "I think he needs a big name, for a big boy. Something boisterous and fun. What about, Charger?"

"No, not that, but you're on the right track, my precious one, try again."

"Bouncer?"

"No. Good try."

"Bear."

"No. Keep trying."

Her slavegirl lapsed into thought, scrutinising the naked, muscular boy chained before her. Adria adored the cute way her slavegirl bit her lip when she tried to use her little human brain. Combined with the slutty pink lipstick she made her wear, her slavegirl's pretty little mouth was one of her best features, and she knew it. The slavegirl twirled her hair around her finger, checking to see her mistress was watching. A thought entered her pretty head.

"How about ... Buster?"

"Yes, well done! Good slave, that's just right!" Turning to the boy formerly known as Jake, she said, "There you go boy, you have a name, now. Buster. A good name for a good boy; and I know you'll be a good boy for me. You wouldn't enjoy being a bad boy. Not at all."

Jake shook his head. His name was J- Adria entered his mind with her magic, roughly, in a rush, and took his old name away. The last shreds of its memory faded. What was his name, he wondered. He searched for it in vain, keenly feeling its absence.

"Your name is Buster," said Adria, with the conviction of one who rose to power on force of personality alone. Buster, no longer Jake, believed her. She used the opening to impress his new name into his mind. Buster felt relief wash over him. To think he'd not been able to remember his own name ... it had made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Is your name Buster, pet?" Adria asked him.

The newly named Buster nodded to her. For all he knew, that had been his name his whole life. Next to him, the Japanese girl looked puzzled. How had they done that to him so easily? Adria turned to her then and looked her over. She was Jake's polar opposite: painfully slim, barely five foot tall, not that her height really mattered on all-fours, with dark hair and pretty dark eyes. She shook her head plaintively. She knew her name was Kimiko, knew it to the bottom of her heart. She began to tremble.

"Don't worry, pet, all will be well soon enough," said Adria. "Slavegirl, another name."

"Yes, Mistress. She's an angel, Mistress, so that should be her name."

"Perfect," said Adria, moving to the slavegirl and kissing her passionately, her hands exploring the brunette's tight body, frozen forever as a young woman of twenty-two. She would give the girl two orgasms this week instead of one -- a fine reward indeed, which her slavegirl would grovel her thanks for. The brunette shivered in her mistress's embrace, as a fire built in her clit, held fast in the steel belt that denied anyone but her owner access. She was glad no one else could get in there; it wouldn't be right.

On the floor, Kimiko focused her mind on her name. Kimiko, Kimiko, Kimiko, she said to herself over and over. Adria brought her mental magics to bear against her new pet. There was no real contest between them, but Adria waited patiently for an opening, so as not to damage her new little thing. Kimiko faltered, her attention drawn by the brunette slavegirl snapping her fingers at the chained soon-to-be-petgirl.

Adria struck, stripping the lithe girl's name from her mind. She looked up into her new owner's eyes, bereft and afraid. Adria stroked her face again, then placed her new name deep in the girl's mind. The newly christened Angel was filled with an iron certainty that her name was ... Angel, and that she had been defeated.

"Surrender to me willingly, pets, and your new lives will be happy. Resist and you will find I am an able trainer, just as my slavegirl here is also. One way or the other, look at the other puppies sitting happily in their cages -- your lives and theirs are now one, all one pack. Don't you want to belong to the pack?"

Adria slipped into all four of her puppies' minds then, Buster, Angel, Coco and Honey, linking them together. She impressed on all of them: you are a pack, you belong together. Buster turned to Angel and looked at her with new eyes. She was an attractive bitch, he thought. He sniffed her, and she tentatively nuzzled him back. Adria saw the change and smiled wickedly. Angel had always been a lost soul -- her captor had divined as much when she had taken the girl. But now Angel felt real belonging for the first time, and it was almost enough to break her on its own.

"Now you know you belong together, don't you?" Adria asked the two new human pets who knelt before her. They nodded silently. "But you're not quite the same yet, are you?" They shook their heads, trembling again. Unable to contemplate escape, drawn to their new pack, afraid of the unknown changed to be wrought on them, they were between two worlds. Adria would fix that now.

"You, Buster, will be a lovely big labrador." She reached out her hands to his face and drew them together. Buster's nose and mouth stretched out, forming the friendly shape of his new breed. She left the rest of his face more or less human, but altered his ears and tongue to match what he was now. Buster shook with fear and awe -- the elf was more powerful than he could understand.

Adria moved her hands along Jake's spine. Golden fur sprouted along it in a thick line, which stopped at the cleft of his buttocks. There, Adria rested her palms and fed power into the trembling boy's body. Drawing her hands up, a tail formed, matching the new golden fur. Buster's lower back exploded into agony as the tail anchored itself into his nervous system. Adria soothed him with magic, pushing him to accept his new body. He relented.

Adria ran her hands over Buster's cock and balls. She knew some pet owners liked their male's packages to be nice and small, sometimes even removing the balls altogether. For Buster, she wanted the opposite. She took his average-sized cock and doubled its length, increasing the girth a little at the same time, and growing the balls too. She let him look at it in the mirror. He couldn't help but be pleased with the change, though it animalised him somehow.

Adria stroked his back, letting Buster feel how sensitive his new line of fur was. The pleasure of being stroked was overwhelming. She ran another line of fur along his stomach, from a little above his cock to just below his chin. Then she added lines of fur along his legs and arms. He was looking quite the part now. Next, she rested her hands on his spine and altered its shape a little. Now being on all-fours would come naturally to him.

To finish the new petmale off, she needed to take away the tools of humanity. She loosened some muscles and tendons in his legs first, so that while he could sit up and beg, he would never stand on two legs again. She added hard-wearing skin to each knee, then she reached for his hands and shortened the fingers down to nubs, adding a pad to each palm. Buster looked mournfully at his former hands.

Adria looked at Buster, now only half-recognisable as the boy who was once Jake. He was a handsome demihuman, she thought. Buster struggled to process his new appearance, then struggled more as his new senses of taste and smell kicked in. The whole world burst into life; he could taste and smell everything happening in the room, in the whole palace even. Adria left him sorting out his new senses.

Looking to Angel, the princess wondered what kind of puppy she should become. She settled on a Maltese; she thought the facial structure would work beautifully. Angel sprouted bright white fur on her mouth and nose, and in all the same places as Buster. Her tail was shorter than Buster's, white and fluffy, poking up behind her. Adria made it so Angel would never stand again and gave the girl cute little paws. Angel was suddenly comfortable on all-fours.

Stepping back, Adria admired her efforts so far. Scanning the minds of her two puppies, she found them crowded with human thoughts.

"Puppies!" she said to them, immediately causing them to look right at her, "think about what species you are."

Their minds said they were human. Adria found that belief and merged it with a new one: a human-pet, human-dog. It was not a concept, just images and feelings. Instinct. They settled instantly, the trembling finally over. They knew what they were now, though they were still scared of their new owner.

"A few more things, puppies. You are far too clever for your own good, but I want you to keep something of your old selves. You both miss your homes and families. A little edit here and there, and ... now home is here and your family is me and these other human animals. Feel better?" Angel and Buster suddenly did.

"Buster, you weren't too bright to begin with, but you're still too clever to be my pet. Your mind recedes now, yes, there, you can feel it go, can't you? Let it. It didn't suit you. I'd say you have an IQ of about 60 now. And here, I will give you your strongest desire: be a good dog."

Buster sat up straight, his hind legs on the ground. His posture radiated obedience and submission. Adria spoke the words he longed to hear, "Good boy!" His tail wagged. He found he loved it when she said that to him. He sat staring at this strange being who towered over him.

"Angel, I think bitches should be a little more clever than males. Let me adjust ... oh, how charming, you were some kind of honours student? Well, I'll let you be a clever bitch, then. You can have an IQ of 70. That's high for a pet like you."

The abstract concepts of Angel's existence receded. In their place her petmind emerged. Adria stole in once more and made Angel want to be a good dog, just as she had Buster. Angel sat up, her legs apart and paws in the air. She no longer felt on display. Now she was just an animal, and animals did not wear clothes. She barely understood how she had ever covered her pussy with clothes before. She wanted Buster to see it, sniff it, lick it, fuck it. Adria used her magic to put Angel in heat, and her pussy began to drip. Angel shifted and writhed, unsure what to do.

Adria faded both her new pets' memories of their old lives, letting them keep enough that they could draw on some of their old skills and patterns of thoughts, at least when solving the problem of how to be a good pet. She let them keep enough memories to know they had been enslaved. It was best that they knew their place. Each of her new pets' minds were under pressure. They had abilities and concepts that didn't match their new IQs, or their new species. Adria loosened these a little; they would fade quickly, leaving all the parts that were compatible behind.

Buster kept his love of sport, after a fashion. He became an energetic animal; he wanted to run, chase, shove, swim, catch. Angel kept her inclination towards thoughtfulness, developing the personality of a calm animal that looked before it leapt. She had been an amateur dancer too -- one more reason a slaver had targeted her -- so her new pet-self began to feel out how it could be graceful again.

Adria knelt down beside Buster and unchained him. She unbuckled the metal collar that prevented him from speaking, then placed her hands on his throat. Her magic forced his vocal cords into a new shape, giving him the voice of a dog. She did the same to Angel. She had never heard either speak and had not wanted to.

"Speak, pets," she said.

They barked and yapped in response, no longer able to form the words used by humans and elves. After the first shock, their new voices became part of them. They understood now that this was their real language, not the confusing memories of speaking like their owner. Their owner. Each understood now, bone deep, that Adria owned them. She was some kind of superior being. So was this brunette, called slavegirl perhaps, but she was the beta to Adria, who was alpha.

"Good boy, Buster. Good girl, Angel," said Adria. Warmth and pleasure flooded their bodies. They were good dogs, and it was good to be a good dog. Angel moved in close to Buster, rubbing herself against him as the heat built in her pussy. His cock grew hard and long, readying itself instinctively.

"Before I let you play, you need your collars. If you ever get lost," - the petboy and petgirl whined - "then someone like me or my slavegirl can look at these and see who you belong to."

Adria cast a quick spell to etch her new pets' names onto metal discs, beneath which read "Property of Princess Adria." She threaded the discs onto simple leather collars then buckled these around her new pets' necks. "My name is Adria, and you can think of me that way, or as Mistress, Princess, Master, Owner, Alpha, anything respectful."

"Buster," she said, making the aroused petmale look up at Owner Adria, "Angel is a horny bitch, on heat. Be a good boy and fuck her."

Buster woofed. His body vibrated with desire to please his Owner. He wanted to be a good boy, and he wanted to fuck the friendly bitch who was part of his pack now. Angel barked at him and turned away, showing off her dripping, tight pussy. Buster crawled up behind her, moving over her and nuzzling the nape of her neck. He moved his rock-hard cock into position and let his new muscles take over.

Angel yipped as he penetrated her, his massive cock opening up her tight vagina, filling her like nothing ever had before. Adria didn't want her pets to fuck quickly like real animals. She programmed the minds of her pets to take sex slow, and to see to each other's needs. Buster and Angel let their new senses guide them. Buster let Angel take as much of his new enlarged member as she could, sliding in and out slowly, so that she could feel every inch. She barked her thanks for his cock.

Adria sat down on a cushioned chair and had her slavegirl lick her pussy as she watched the new pets make love. The brunette worshipped her mistress's pussy and ground her steel chastity belt against her mistress's feet, fantasising about the orgasm she would have when her mistress fucked her two days from now. She knew her mistress would use the same huge strapon to fuck Buster soon; it was one way among many that his petmind would learn its place in the pack. She herself might get to fuck him with it if she pleased her mistress.

Adria came first, unable to resist her slavegirl's expert tongue, trained over so many years with care and discipline. She brought the slavegirl up across her knees to enjoy a spanking while she watched Buster fuck Angel. He howled as he came, some minutes later. Angel lay on her side facing her mistress, and opened her legs. She came soon after, unable to stop herself as Buster's tongue was guided by his new sense of taste and smell to find all the right ways to pleasure her. Her small breasts jiggled as she orgasmed -- Adria thought they were so cute when they did that.

When Adria had finished spanking her slavegirl -- just enough to bring a few tears of thanks to her pretty brown eyes -- she released the other human pets from their cages and let them mingle with the new pair. The feline forms slunk around for a while then joined Adria on a large couch; the puppies bonded in a more physical way, each licking Buster's penis and receiving his tongue. Adria called him a good boy each time he brought one of them off, then told Angel she was a good girl when she licked Coco's clit and cleaned the cum from Buster's cock. They basked in the praise. In just a few hours, she had broken them both.

Adria let her human-felines out to roam the castle as they liked. In a way, they were her gift to the other elves, who loved to stroke the demihuman pets and give them milk. At the same time, Adria saw them as a demonstration of her skill and power, a way of showing everyone how she had earned the title of Princess.

Adria clicked her fingers to her brunette slavegirl, who scurried to a cabinet and returned with four long leashes. She clipped these to the four puppies, then keeping Coco's and Honey's and handing Angel's and Buster's to her owner. Adria smiled at the girl; she had guessed correctly that the princess would be much more interested in the two new ones. Adria led them all out of her chambers, through the well-appointed bedroom that adjoined the pet room, past the private playroom and torture chamber where she and her slavegirl spent many of their hours, and out into the corridors of the castle.