Hold on! Who's Emma and why is she here?
If you don't mind an adult woman making a young boy cry (non-sexual), then read the prequal "Emma's failure" first. The link is in the description.
If that's not your cup of tea, you basically need to know this:
Emma is a very stern elementary teacher and prefers the old school style of teaching that often included a ruler. In the description you can also see what she looks like. Out of fear that one of her students would tell on her, she signed a contract with a witch. Emma passed out shortly after she saw her main problem disappearing.
Now then, this story will be rather weird. Prepare for more punishment, some weird body modifications and non-con rapey stuff. 
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Emma slowly woke up. She lost the orientation for a few moments when the curtained window of her room was larger than before and also on the wrong side of the wall. Either that or she was lying on the wrong end of the bed. It was dark in the room and only the light around the curtain helped her find the nightstand's light. As she tapped around, she noticed the lack of clothing she had under the covers, so she pulled the blanket up to her chin, before flipping the light switch.
The room looked a lot like her own bedroom and living room. Same lamp on the ceiling, same bed in the far left corner from the door, same wardrobe in the closest right corner, same desk in the far right corner... In fact, there were a few moving boxes stacked in the middle of the room. "What the hell?..." she wondered and relaxed a bit that at least she was alone in there, but somebody could still come in any time. Then it finally dawned on her. 
"-I had a room for you, where you live for free-" It echoed in her head. Emma sat up with the blanket covering her body. "Don't you think this is too fast?" Emma stood up and took another look around. Most of her furniture was here and in a good position. There would be no need to move them again. She grabbed her head with the free hand, hoping that it will help her mind to wrap around this situation. "Hookay. Magic." She sighed. "I just moved. -wait, when-!" She looked down on the nightstand to grab her phone and check the time. "6 pm. March 3rd." She remembered the time she passed out. "A few hours? I've been out and all of this was done within a few hours?! What the actual hell!?"
She suddenly realized that her bare back and tail were facing the door. Turning around quickly, she found that the closed door had a key in the lock. Almost tripping over the blanket, she hopped over and locked the only door in her new room and checked if it actually worked. She sighed in relief again. "At least that." Emma slowly lowered the blanket. "Clothes. In which box-" She looked over the stack of moving boxes and found that only the bottom one was a clear plastic box filled with her entire wardrobe. "That has to be on purpose." She threw the blanket on her bed and stepped naked to the stack. 
Her body was nicely shaped. She was almost too thin, but it only toned her large breasts and ass to a fine hour-glass figure.
Said large breasts didn't help much when she lifted the first of three boxes. They squished flat to her ribcage and even if it was a cardboard box, it still felt cold on her nipples. Emma tried to ignore this as it was the first time her bare breasts have been touching anything else than air or fabric for as far as she can remember.
She set the box aside and quickly checked its contents. "Random stuff. Pencils, notebooks, pictures, make-up... next one."
The second box was just as heavy and was only filled to the middle with folders. "Oh no." Emma groaned as she closed the second box and grabbed the unopened last box by one handle with both hands. While pulling the box to the side with all her strength, she said with a strained groan: "Booooks!"
The room thundered when the last box fell to the ground. Emma leaned back to bend her spine into its former shape. Her large tits protruding higher "Stupid magic users and their stupid magic." she opened the plastic lid of the box containing her clothes and dug into it. "Forgetting all about us normal people." Picking out one of her many identical plain white panties and bras, she sarcastically rambled on "Oh, look at me! I can levitate this heavy box with ease!" After putting her undergarments on, she decided to put her short black skirt and blouse from today back on. "Next thing you know is that one of them wiggles with the wand and flips your entire life over."
Flipping life over. Changing. Magic. Changing magically. "-I will also take on a little change on your body.-" memory echoed in her head again. The blue blazer she held in hand dropped to the ground and her heart picked up the pace. She quickly felt around her body and walked to the wardrobe's mirror. Breast size normal. Breast-count normal. Bunny ears normal. Hair normal. Chisel teeth still missing. "Damn!" Fur color normal. Ass normal. Face normal. Sex... Emma made a glance to the door to see that it was still closed and lifted her skirt to push her panties aside. Her outer lips were just as puffy as ever and she didn't feel the need to check the insides. "Maybe she didn't do it yet?"
Picking her blazer back up and putting it on, she went to the door. It was time for her to finally meet her housemates and give that raven a piece of her mind.

Peeking out her door, she noticed that the hallway didn't look like any bordello hallway she could have imagined. It was still in an erotic red, but very clean and warm. The dark wooden paneling made it even more noble than a whore house. The next thing she noticed was the door next to hers. It was very close. So close, that she leaned back inside her room to see that it was exactly behind her wardrobe, which she didn't open yet. Emma quickly thought of some random pervert using this door for peeping and jacking off. "Oh no, you wouldn't-" She rushed to the hallway and pulled the door open, sticking her head inside, expecting to surprise a half-naked weirdo to kick his ass, but instead, she saw nothing the like.
There was an entirely different room. Same size, but different colors and furniture. And in the bed was a nude fox woman on all fours, moaning loudly with her eyes closed in discomfort as her tits swung back and forth in rhythm to she person behind her. It was a naked white coated horse woman with even larger tits. She definitely had a penis that was just as black as her nipples, but very shiny from thrusting in and out of the poor lupine. "Feral fucking slut!" The equine shouted. Emma could see the large bulge on the fox woman's stomach every time the horsecock went in. Only when the fox opened her teary eyes and looked at Emma, she slammed the door shut and leaned against it, hoping that whatever she just saw in there will stay inside.
In an attempt to quickly suppress what she just saw, she looked over to her own door and tried to make sense of how it could be, that she did not see the inside of her wardrobe. It didn't work for long, because the fastest answer was magic. So the next thing that came through her head, was the distraught face of the fox woman and the horse raping her. Her eyes widen as she realized, that she was a whore now too. The moans and groans echoed in her head and gradually got louder with the thought of herself getting raped in the same way. 

A hand touching her head made her scream out and tumble to the side. She didn't even notice, that she has been sitting on the floor or that someone was approaching her. Emma looked up and found a male German shepherd with broad shoulders and a raven woman. The shepherd seemed very strong build and was clad in denim pants and a black shirt with 'Security' written on it. His sunglasses and crossed arms made him look even more serious. He was the reason the bunny held still on the ground. The raven on the other hand was almost in the nude. She had her wings folded behind the back and just a corset on. It showed off her dark gray tits and small pink nipples and splitted open on the way down, only to go around the lips to present the dark slit of her pussy.
"Cute panties, Mrs. Smith." The raven said. "Don't worry, Bernd here is not able to see it."
Emma still needed to think about what happened, but quickly recognized that voice. It was Elizabeth. The woman she signed the contract with and had brought her to this miserable place. Emma's plan to shout at her faded away a few minutes ago.
"Welcome to the Hexenhaus. You can stay on the ground and keep cowering, we have some guests today who are into this kind of stuff." "She- She's getting raped!" Emma said as she pointed at the door behind herself. "Yes, I know. And I hope she will learn of it." Emma didn't expect this reaction. She was actually hoping that the security guy would go inside and throw that horse woman out. "Y-you tolerate this!?" The raven crossed her arms. "Yes! Because I had to go out and sort things out, because she was having sex with a dog! Again! For the third time! Now shut up. Get into your room. I'll tell you the rules."
Emma's head spun. She knew it was wrong to have sex with ferals, but this poor girl was being raped. With a hand on the wall she got up and carefully walked back to her room. "I'm- I feel sick." She slowly sat down on her bed and looked up at the raven. Elizabeth took a seat on the desk. "Bernd, you can stay inside and close the door." the German shepherd did just that and crossed his arms again. Emma saw that Elizabeth was looking in her direction, but slightly to the left. The witch was smiling and rubbing a finger over her slit. Emma looked away. "You're sick."
The witch laughed. "Now, now. Don't be mad. One more insult and I will drop the sound dampening spell, so you can hear Maria's screams." Emma flinched at the reminder of what was happening next door. "Alright, new whore. As I said, this is the Hexenhaus. I am the owner of this brothel, Elizabeth Raven. This here is Bernd. He will make sure people get thrown out when my employees are in danger. If you ever need his help, just shout his name. He will hear and help you, unless I say different." Elizabeth made her point clear: Don't fuck with the witches.
"What happens now? You said I'll keep my job at the school." 
"Oh yes, and you can even work extra hours to avoid being here." Emma's head tilted. 'Why would she mention a loophole?' She wondered. "You can even move out, but keep in mind that every single person that moved out came back asking, sometimes begging, to return."
The room was silent for a few seconds and Emma tried to think for a reason why anyone would come back that didn't involve threats. Finally she asked: "Why?" The raven got off the desk and waved her wet finger she previously used to rub her pussy and smiled "Because the curse stays forever."
Again, there was silence.
"What is my curse? Will I turn into a wolf at full moon, or will every animal I touch turn into a frog, or what?" The raven snickered at the simple ideas and shook her head. "No, dear. Like I said: I changed your body." Emma looked at her confused. "But what will you change?"
"Haha! Oh, that's why I love welcoming newbies. You haven't found out? Don't worry, at this point me and my mother are the only people who know about it and for your own sake, you should keep it a secret. Unless you are into this kind of thing." Emma looked even more confused. She took a mental note to check her body more thoroughly.
"Now, back to the rules. Like I said in school: You won't pay rent. You do not charge the patrons. You may take tips. If you need any help, my mother is in the shop most the time. The customer always has the last word, but I have the very last word. All clear?"
"I guess so... Where's the kitchen? Or the toilet?" 
"Both in the foyer. Feel free to take anything from the fridge that is marked 'Ushie'. She's happy when someone tries her self-made stuff." Bernd smirked at this.
Elizabeth turned and made her way to the door. Bernd opened it for her and waited for her to leave first, then left after her and shut the door.
After a few seconds, Emma lay back on the bed. She really had a lot to think about.
Will this be her life now? A sex slave. A toy for pleasure.
That poor fox woman. She would love to comfort her. But could she even face her, after she cowardly slammed the door shut? That was a very large horsecock inside her. She has to work tomorrow. It must have hurt a lot. Will she act different in front of the class? What if one of the parents came in here and rape her? Does locking the door even work here? Am I about to cry?
Her head spun. So many questions and worries.