Gold Tier Story - Pawsitive Influence (Patreon)

Everybody dreamed of working at a card shop, players who hung out at the shop every FNM dying for the opportunity to sit and sort through their favorite cards at minimum wage. Everybody knew the people who worked the counter, it was almost like being a local celebrity. As Bay unlocked the door to her apartment with her rear end sore from her third day working the counter at The Golden Lotus she could testify that it was not as glamorous as it was fantasized to be. “C’mon in, Sherri..” The raccoon girl murmured as she flicked on the light and stepped in the hallway to her modest one bedroom apartment. Crouching down she fidgeted with the strap of her high heels, a little scrunch of her face and one of her paws was released, then the other and as they touched upon the carpet she felt a brief moment of elation and freedom she’d never expected before. 

Friday Night Magic was traditionally one of Bay’s favorite nights of the week but it wasn’t just her paws that were sore from wearing high heels all night, the shop ran a promotion offering a spank on Bay’s heart shaped asscheeks for every $50 spent that night and the crowd made sure to get their value. Booster packs, dice, snacks, it all added up as players were eager to get a chance to spank and cop a little more of a feel on Bay’s ass. There was also a little bit of greed when it came to their spanks, Bay happened to be one of the players at the CEDH events that used their cute face to try and make themselves less of a target, as such vengeance was sweet when that bubble butt jiggled from the vengeful swats that the players levied upon her. 

Of course Sherri pretended to not notice at all when her new ‘employee’ let out a half-pained shriek when one of the tall chubmuscular whale of a customer took his time bending her over his knee. The wealthy alligator was an older gentleman and savored her slender feminine frame, each strike against her asscheek sending vibrations through her body that made her blush and yelp as others took note eagerly awaiting their turn. Bay’s hand absent mindedly touched at her asscheek, noting that it was no longer warm but still a little tender to the touch. 

“Oooh cute place.” Sherri’s voice brought Bay back to reality, her head turning around and seeing Sherri lifting leg and then the other to pull off her own heels. Something Bay noted as a technique for the future, “Still looks like a boys apartment though.” Sherri winked poking her tongue out in her direction. Bay felt her cheeks redden as she quickly turned back towards the kitchen.

“Well yeah, it’s supposed to be a boy’s apartment!” Bay’s face looked quite flustered as Sherri impudently plopped herself upon the sofa in the middle of the living room. Her ears folding back as she let out a disdained huff, “I’m getting a drink.” By the time she returned to the sofa with a fridge-chilled bottle of Boylan Black Cherry soda, something Bay personally recommended to anyone with a tongue, Sherri had almost irritably made herself at home. “So.” Bay broached the conversation once more as she sat opposite on the sofa while Sherri scanned through her phone with little swiping motions of her thumb. “How much longer do I have to work at the shop..?” 

“Hmm, I dunno, you won quite a hefty prize the other day.” Sherri mused as she watched Bay fidget with the pop off top until finally she managed to get the lid free with a keychain tool. “I think at least another week or two of working at the shop.” Bay tried to ignore that statement as she took a refreshing sip of her drink, eyes closing as the sharp sweetness rolled against her tongue and tickled the back of her throat. “I don’t think the boys at the shop are going to be willing to forgive you until I give the say so, and besides they seem to enjoy having you around as a shop-thot cutie.” 

That made Bay blush, her body slightly squirming in her clothes. Bay had often been confused for a girl even before a week ago when she had been a boy. Her desire for a Gaea’s Cradle had gotten her in more trouble than she realized, after winning a bid on an auction site and acquiring a legendary card for a mere pittance of only a single hundred dollars and change she didn’t question the authenticity of the card! It wasn’t until after a seriously competitive EDH event that she’d won with one of her favorite commander, Karador, that the Gaea’s Cradle’s legitimacy was called into account. Of course it had to be after the event was done and she had been opening the high value booster packs in a frenzy of excitement, that it was revealed to be a forgery. 

Bay had never felt such shame nor the fires of frustration and breathing hatred upon her, of course she’d offered any sort of penance for the unwitting crime of playing with a fake in a major tournament. Luckily Sherri was able to quell the pitchforks and Bay was grateful, at first. Of course it seemed like an easy solution, working at the shop. Almost even enviable like it’d get Bay in more trouble by becoming a face at the local store… at least until Sherri brought in her big sister Mally that evening and after a quick injection and a sleepless night of tossing and turning, her body had shifted to a more pleasing form that the shop would happily accept with open arms with forgiveness. 

..And a myriad of various open handed spankings. 

When she pulled the bottle free Sherri’s footpaw was close to her face, making the raccoon girl blush a bright shade of red at the proximity of paw, “Gimme a sip?” Sherri lifted her eyebrows flirtingly in Bay’s direction, tongue quickly poking out.

“Hmf.. If you wanted one you could have asked, I was right by the fridge..” Bay tried to look disgruntled about the paw so close to her face but the corner of her eye watched as Sherri’s pawtoes gripped the neck of the bottle and pulled it closer. Both footpaws gripping the width and the condensation that formed along the icy cold drink mirrored the beads of sweat that were starting to drip along Bay’s brow. 

“Besides, being a girl isn’t too bad, you had fun shopping the other day didn’t you?” Sherri’s paws gripped the length between her insoles and brought the beverage to her lips, Bay could have sworn she saw Sherri wink just now but it was quickly hidden behind a greedy sip of her favorite drink. Those lips locked around the tip of the bottle and drank eagerly.

Bay felt her heart thump and her panties become uncomfortably slick against her mound. She instinctively pushed her hands between her thighs trying to cover up an erection that simply wasn’t there anymore. “But I can’t even get a real footjob anymore..” Bay muttered under her breath, eyes glancing down at her hands with her fingers wound up in her skirt.

The clink from the now mostly empty glass bottle caused Bay to glance over, her brow furrowing in silent complaint about how much Sherri had drank meaning that she was going to have to get up and get another one for herself… But when she thought about getting up, Sherri’s paw was in the way. A single leg outstretched with wriggling sapphire polished toes in her lap, and then a second one began to snake over. Bay glanced and saw Sherri with her knees bent as she snuck closer and a devious grin on her lips. “Can’t get a proper footjob huh?” Sherri mused as her toes worked along her skirt, peeling it up and revealing the slightly dampened panties that Bay was wearing. Cotton, plain, sky blue panties that covered up her pussy. “Is that a joke?” 

“N..n-no,” Bay whispered hotly as those paws inched closer, toes gliding upwards and along her thighs until they met against her plump pussy mound. Her fingertips instantly clenched into the sides of her skirt as Sherri’s dexterous pawtoes began to tug along the top of her panties, pulling them down her thighs with little resistance until the deep blue cunt was in view. “H.. How are you.. gonna do that?” Bay gulped half eager, half excited, half curious, her heart pounding even deeper now as those warm waterdroplet glistening toes began to drag along her panty-free pussy mound. “Hhaaaa.. ahhh!” 

A sharp squeal escaped the raccoongirl’s lips, her eyes watering at the intense sensation, while some would have taken time to examine their new feminine frame Bay had protested, opting for the most basic of outfits on their trip to the mall. She would hardly look at herself nude in the mirror, and while she hadn’t been some stud champion of the ladies, the brief glimpses she had of her own body.. and the fact that it turned her on, was something she tried to keep to herself. Even as Sherri tugged away at her thighs, leaving her bottom nude except for the skirt that wrapped around her waist. “This definitely needs to come off,” Sherri climbed up on her knees after pulling her legs away at the most horrible time for Bay, she was just starting to get used to the sensation, almost to where she wanted to feel those toes rubbing her pussy. 

The world was a blur for her, all she could focus on was how the heat in her snatch was burning ever brighter and making her legs and knees tremble with eager desire. “Sh.. Sherri..” Bay whimpered desperately as the now naked doggirl caressed the side of her cheek, “What if.. what if I like it..?” She burrowed her face underneath her hands, shyly gazing up to the doggirl that only offered a sweet serenading smile as her lips descended, pressing a doting kiss at the top of her snout.

“Hmm, what if you like it?” Sherri mused and began to lean her body back once more, her footpaw extending and touching gently upon the warmth of Bay’s pussy. “Well,” Sherri spoke as if ignoring Bay’s helpless whimpers and moans, her paw slowly grinding against the outer lips of her drooling blue pussy. “I guess if you like this then you’ll really like it when someone licks it..” Sherri’s lips curled into a smile as her paw ground against the inner folds, her squishy padded toes soft and smooth to the touch as they became slickened with juices. “But when guys lick it.. they can be kinda rough, big ol’ fat broad tongues.. lickingeeevery inch with one loud slurp..” Bay was starting to huff and whimper, Sherri’s grin growing larger by the second.

“Oh and that’s not all!” Sherri’s ears perked, her other leg lifting and soon both paws were upon Bay’s cuntmound, slowly grinding up and down against her labia. “And when they have really.. big.. thick..” Bay whimpered, eyes watching Sherri’s leg movements as her warmed pussy continued to drool thick strands that stuck to her toes. “Feels so good when they’re inside you too.. They twitch.. throb.. oh and they grind..” 

Bay’s body was tightening, her head tossing back as she arched her back upwards uncontrollably, “Sherri.. It.. It feels.. So good..” She pleaded helplessly as drool spilled down her jaw, her pawtoes scrunching as her hips started to rub upwards into the warm touch of Sherri’s paws. “Hff..” And then Sherri’s leg retreated, her paw pulling back while the other one rubbed middle toes between her slit. “Nnh.. Noh.. Don’t stop, please.. please..” 

A sea of pleasure began to fill Bay’s body, her eyes closing tightly as the sudden pinch of pleasure rolled through her, toes pushing against her entrance scrunching as they began to squish inside. “Oooh she’s starting to like it, hm?” Her footpaw began to push in deeper, the softness of her paws slickened by the copious pussy juices that drenched into the skin underneath her fur. “I knew you were a little paw slut as a boy but as a girl?” Sherri bit on her lower lip as the front of her footpaw managed to push inside, her heel still hanging out but enough to where her toes could wriggle against the insides of Bay’s spasming pussy walls. “I think the boys are going to love getting their cocks stroked by your cute little paws too..” 

“Y.. Yeah?” Every melodic word Sherri murmured about future pleasures was amplified by the pleasure she felt, Sherri’s footpaw moving back and forth squishing deep into her cunt and making the juices squirt out and dribbling along the underside of Sherri’s heel as the paw squished back and forth messily milking Bay’s cunt for all those slick droplets. Her mind soaked in every tingle of pleasure that rolled along her nerve endings, as if they were squeezing her heart and soul in the rhythm that Sherri’s paw pushed inside. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, Bay thought to herself as she panted and huffed, this wasn’t like anything she’d felt before..

Her legs continued to grind, pushing back and forth and digging in a little bit deeper ever time, her toes smothering against Bay’s inner walls feeling the juices trickle between her toes as they splayed open and clenched against Bay’s cunt. “Mhmm.. The boys will go wild for them.. They’ll love fucking your sexy paws with their rock hard cocks.. And that’s just the beginning..” Sherri pulled on her leg, revealing those glossy streaked pawtoes and slowly her leg returned smothered in juices. “You’ll start getting addicted to this if you’re not careful.” Sherri’s voice teased at Bay’s ears but those scrunched and splayed pawtoes with juice strands dripping between them inched closer to her face. 

The moment Sherri’s paw was close, Bay’s lips parted and eagerly dragged it closer, her lips kissing at those soft pearls with her tongue swirling around gathering up the sweet flavor of her own pussy juices. The lurid sounds of her tongue lapping upon Sherri’s paws intermixed with the squelching wet sounds of Sherri’s left paw taking up the task of pleasuring Bay’s quivering wet cunt. “-would you like that?” Bay lifted her head slightly, her eyes glancing in Sherri’s direction only to notice that the doggirl had been talking this whole time. Sherri smirked, “So addicted to paws that you weren’t even listening..”

“S.. Sorry..” Bay whispered, but Sherri didn’t seem to mind, her footpaw pushing back into Bay’s lips, drool spilling from her tongue and along the paw. The sweet taste of Sherri’s paw practically glazed with sweetness from Bay’s snatch. The raccoongirl huffing as both of Sherri’s legs began to work along her pussy and in her mouth, but much to her surprise Sherri’s arm cradled her own paw closer to her chest, her lust filled eyes watched intently, Sherri’s tongue extending and rolling cutely against her own toes. “Hhhmmff!” Her body tingled with excitement, her nerve endings tingled all along her body as her hips jut upwards into Sherri’s paw. 

The way Sherri appraised Bay’s footpaw it was almost like her toes were a glass of wine to be savored, “Every time they cum in you, well.. You might get knocked up.” Sherri giggled as she leaned forwards kissing deeply against Bay’s paw, her tongue flickering between those adorably scrunched toes, “I think you’re going to get addicted to them fucking you.” Her eyes glanced over the top of Bay’s pawtoes, the girl staring helplessly back as her mouth became filled with Sherri’s insistently pushing footpaw. “We’ll find you a nice big sugar daddy with a paunchy tummy who’s going to spoil you, all you have to do is be his little sex kitten, not that it’ll be bad..” Sherri teased, her mouth opening and her teeth nipping cutely at Bay’s middle toe while her footpaw jousted back and forth inside her squishing pussy. 

“Maybe..” Sherri thought for a moment as she leaned her body back slightly, “What about Chuck?” Bay immediately swallowed, “Oh I know he’s a bit older, and he’s got a big ol’ chubby belly but that’ll just mean every time he fucks you from behind it’ll clap against you.” Sherri’s footpaw was pushing deeper, the heel barely outside of her pussy now, “And then he’ll cum inside you.. right..” Sherri pushed her paw a little deeper, her toes flexing outwards, her toes touching slightly against Bay’s cervix. “Here!” Bay’s heart practically stopped, her hands gripping tightly upon Sherri’s footpaws with her hands and her cunt, sweat dripping down her body. “You might be stuck for a while though.. Chuck’s really potent I bet, he’ll knock you up for sure!” 

Now Sherri’s paw was moving faster, jousting back and forth and filling up Bay’s cunt until even her heel was starting to kiss against Bay’s now stretched out pussy. “And you’re going to love it.. Being pregnant with a big ol’ stud’s calves, and you think maybe.. that’ll be it!” Sherri wore a devious sneering grin as Bay felt her heart beating, every word tingling at the depths of her ears as her body quivered, “You’ll cum every time his cock mashes into your pussy.. After you have your first cubs.. You’ll swear that’s it..” Sherri’s voice was getting hotter, wetter as she gripped Bay’s footpaw, fingertips lacing between the raccoongirl’s toes for leverage as her left leg jiggled, vigorously fucking Bay’s cunt. “But you’ll come back..” Sherri huffed. “Every time.. begging to be a girl again.. getting knocked up.. bred.. by all these horny gamer studs who want to lavish you with attention and breed you..”

Sherri was right, Bay clenched her fingertips tightly and her jaw lewdly trembled and shuddered upon Sherri’s paw, oh dear god Bay hated it but Sherri was right. Every single word, every sentence, Bay knew she was right and her body trembled at the culmination of pleasure that wound through her form. The orgasm felt like her body was wet from the inside, Bay’s toes involuntarily squishing together as a convulsion raced through her. “Mmghhhhmhphh!” Bay moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the sudden fantasy of her body rounded, pregnant, became the most real thing in her mind’s eye. Sherri’s paw, popped free from her mouth as Bay’s tongue fell from her mouth with the raccoongirl trapped in a whirlpool of ecstasy, laying there, trembling, shuddering as Sherri pulled her other footpaw from Bay leaving her in a puddle of her own nectar.

Bay glanced over at Sherri, the sweet canine smiling up at her and in a moment Sherri was upon her, their breasts resting together as the doggirl gently kissed upon Bay’s lips. “Did.. did you mean all that by the way?” Her cheeks betraying a hopeful look upon her face.

Sherri simply smirked, their bodies pressing tighter together as she got comfortable using the plush figure of Bay’s body. “Every single word.”