Even though the club was packed to the gills the mink found solace in the company of the fruity concoction in front of her. It had been a long day already, with enough little conflicts and strife at work for her to deserve this minor break from the usual. She shut her eyes as she took another prolonged sip of the raspberry-based drink, secretly longing to meet someone this evening.

Even exhausted minks needed their fun, after all.

Another hour had passed while a number of prospects walked on by. Her curvaceous figure certainly helped, despite the fact that her most attractive aspect remained hidden beneath the lip of the bar under a pair of black pants and, in her mind, adorable boxers. The potential suitors were sweet enough, marveling over her sleek body, the depth of her blue eyes, and the silky sheen of her shoulder-length auburn hair. Still, as compliment-laden as those half dozen males and females had been, they were just missing that certain "spark."

Destiny seemed to come calling as she polished off the final sip of her drink, though. A firm hand pressed onto her shoulder as she turned her head upward to judge if it was a friend or otherwise. The mink's gaze caught that of the stallion hovering over her form. He was a towering mass of chestnut-hued muscles, his arms nearly chiseled to equine glory with a tight t-shirt that spoke equally well of the physique that rippled beneath.

"What's a sexy little fuck like you doing all alone tonight?" The horse may have spoke brusquely, but there was definite promise in his voice.

The mink laughed a bit, "Nothing much, stud! I'm Sil," the mink accidentally burst out with a bit too much enthusiasm as she patted the vacant stool beside her.

Sil's offer was met with a deep laugh as the stallion leaned in a bit more. "I would much rather we take this to somewhere private, if you catch my drift." The bulbous mound that poked into Sil's side only made the request crystal-clear.

The feminine mink nodded as she hopped off of the stool. "How about the alley, and how about a name, cutie?" Sil patted the equine's arm, both as a friendly gesture and as a bit of a test. It was rock-hard, and that bit of knowledge was easily letting Sil also reach that state elsewhere on her body.

"Robert." It may have been a terse response, but the duo cascaded through the undulating crowd around them, heading to the side exit. While Robert had no qualms with barreling his way through anyone in his path, Sil had to slip between the dancing obstacles.

The door leading into the alley opened with a bit of hesitation. A glowing hum emanated from the large heat lamp, installed there by the club owner for the convenience of lust-driven trysts. The pervasive cool of the evening danced along their bodies as they noticed the alley was empty.

A few seconds of silence passed between the pair as Robert took a few steps in front of Sil. He seemed to be taking stock of the situation, while the mink let a few ideas of her own run through her mind.

"Say, Robert," Sil proffered, "how about w-"

Robert, in a blur, ended Sil's question prematurely. Sil's back made fast friends with the brick wall as the equine pinned her in the corner. As the mustelid's nose rubbed into Robert's pecs, the horse tenderly treated Sil's cheek to a soft stroke.

However, the moment of affection ended abruptly as a flicking sound echoed in the alley, quickly followed by a metallic chill placed against Sil's side.

"Little sluts like you have no place in our clubs, you know," Robert snorted, his voice now dripping with malice.

Cautiously, Sil took in small breaths. She tried to stay calm and appear as if this didn't phase her, but Robert wanted a reaction. Any sort of move or gesture to justify the message he was going to give Sil with the edge of a knife, as well as anyone else.

"Always so eager for a good fucking," Robert mused icily as the flat of his blade curved up Sil's black shirt, starting to tear it along the side. "You and the rest of you cute little-"

Caught entirely by surprise, the equine's knife dropped to the ground with a clatter. Sil grinned eagerly at the confused and tortured expression in Robert's eyes as she tightened her grip around his wrist.

"I'm sorry! Does that hurt?" Sil was definitely enjoying the moment. Then again, all of the training she received over the years helped a bit. 

Robert's expression fluctuated between agony and bewilderment. How could a diminutive little mink be causing so much pain to his built body? There was no way that the diminutive feminine figure before him put as many hours in the gym as he had. That bright smile on the small one's face, and that swishing tail of hers was only further riling him up.

"Y-you... AAAARGH!!!"

Sil cooed and let out a little giggle. "Sorry, horsey, I didn't say you could speak yet! So, you like warning people? Sounds familiar..."

Robert's eyes darted outside of the mink's gaze for a second. That was more than enough of a reply for Sil, even though the stud had no desire to speak.

"Oh, now I remember! So filled with hate, and this isn't the first time you attacked women and femboys in clubs! I had to work overtime tonight because of you!" Sil's smile only increased in size as her voice grew all the more playful. "Don't worry, I'll do a great job on you. You should know something first, though..."

As Sil's voice trailed off a soft pink glow flittered throughout the alley. Robert just gazed in horror as the young, stylishly-dressed mink before him had her clothes glow with a very famliar pattern, pink hearts pulsing out from underneath her shirt along her chest, permeating the black cotton. Another large heart appeared down below as well, right along the lower portion of Sil's crotch.

"Was that enough of a hint," Sil asked with a lilt in her voice, her long hair wafting down her back. "Or maybe you haven't heard of Little Sugar or the Macro Defenders?"

Nervously, Robert shook his head from side to side. He was all too aware of the trouble he was in if he was specifically being targeted by the figuratively, and literally, immense Macro Defenders. They were practitioners of a variety of magic and love, protecting the public from threats both minor and major, and he was already caught in their grasp. Furthermore, the adorable terror that still pressed against his chest was under the personal tutelage of the group's leader, Cutie.

It was one of those few times Robert wished he didn't know so much. He also wished he had made some better decisions.

"Aw, I don't get to say my great speech then! Oh well," Little Sugar sighed as her distinctive marks shone brightly in the darkness. "Less introduction, more retribution! Just the way I like it!"

With a forceful shove, Robert found himself stumbling backwards before sailing in the air in surprise. All his eyes could see was a brilliant erruption of pink as his rump slammed against the concrete. The sudden chill that burst through his backside made him whine in shock as the brilliant flast faded. Looking over himself he was completely nude, his massive package from a moment prior having retreated back into his surprisingly small sheath.

"Hee hee! All talk and nothing there to show for it!" Little Sugar advanced forward slowly, her steps deliberate as the corners of her mouth kept widening in a grin. "Dear Robbie, let me show you what a bulge really is!"

Robert shuffled further back down the alley as Little Sugar was only all too pleased to show off her magical skills. The moderate bulge hiding within her shorts went from the size of a small softball to basketball in a matter of a few seconds. With flashes of pink all throughout her body her jeans grew as well, stretching out and accomodating every extra bit of mink that appeared until her cock burst upwards past her waist. Before he knew it, Robby was looking at a shaft that reached all the way up to the mink's nose, throbbing enthusiastically, as her balls lay just right above her knees. Little Sugar's thighs thickened considerably along with her bulbous ass, complete with a tail that was nearly three feet thick.

"G...g...I..." No matter what words came to Robert's mind he just couldn't squeak them out. From the stories he heard in the past, he had a fair guess as to what point was about to be driven home.

"Now," Little Sugar bellowed in a very dominant tone, "turn around, hands on the wall, and keister in the air! Don't make me wait!"

In a snap, Robert pressed his palms against the wall and assumed the position. Weaponless and obviously out-muscled, resisting would only make things severely worse. The stallion grit his teeth together as soft footsteps tred behind him, along with the sound of fabric hitting the ground.

"Much better! You may feel a massive pounding..."

Much to Robert's chagrin, that was a severe understatement. He felt his tight cheeks spread apart as a whopping dollop of precum nearly soaked not only his ass but the rest of his legs. Little Sugar laughed happily, since that was just a single throb. It was followed with a deep, rich massage, making sure every droplet not only soaked through Robert's fur but also was pressed right around his tailhole.

Right as the motions from behind were starting to feel more pleasurable than punishment, though, Little Sugar burst out in laughter. Robert's stomach ballooned outwards as well, bloating considerably as the Macro Defender at his rear rapidly shoved two thick feet of mink cock deep into the horse's back tunnel.

"Oh, don't be so shocked!" Robert whimpered as he slipped back out of his own sheath, growing more erect with every massive thrust forward. "If you didn't behave I wouldn't have made you magically pliable! Or...am I not thick enough for you?" 

"N-n-no!!" Robert cried out, precum dripping down his flared head. "Y-you're big e-e-enoooUGH!!"

If there was one thing to be said about Little Sugar it was that she loved making sure other people got exactly what they wanted. With a mere thought and another flash of pink her shaft widened by another half a foot. Her bright, cheery laugh burst through the alley but was still covered up by the outrageous din of house music playing inside the club. 

The thrusting continued without end, with each successive motion adding another inch of Little Sugar in a fine example of a stud. The mink couldn't stop laughing, and for good reason. Every time her poor little horsey came wildly against the wall, the mink added an extra half of a foot to his overall length. Robert stopped caring about an hour in, his knees absolutely drenched in his own cream.

"Awww, you're doing well so far, dear, but it's time to put some love in your nasty little self!"

The powerful Macro Defender gripped along the panting equine and quickly spun him upright, pounding into his backdoor without a care in the world. Using her own pre as a magical conduit, Robert grew taller in proportion to the several feet of pulsating minkcock within his depths, his folds wrapped up tight that massive shaft. Little Sugar cooed softly as she grew closer to her own limit, letting her delicate hands caress all over Robert's body. 

Robert did not even notice the glow this time around, or the slowly-building results. Little Sugar was making his chiseled self look just as feminine as she, molding his body as if it were nothing more than clay. His musculature and his bones changed without a twinge of pain, adding inches onto his hips, definition to his thighs, and even a decidedly feminine torso. She finished her machinations with a soft kiss and lick around Robert's neck, letting his vocal chords shift. Little Sugar thought he would sound adorable with a high-pitched whinny, and what better way to welcome him into his new form?

The thrusts kept coming, hammering well past Robert's prostate. Pre gushed out of his asshole as his mare-like body gasped in absolute bliss, feeling the most powerful orgasm of his life building up from the very bottom of his spheres. Right as the moment to release came, though, he only felt the continued pressure, along with the intense desire to spill himself all over. Another five minutes passed and yet still not a drop, not even a speck of pre. All that desire just continued to mount but nothing came of it.

"Mmmmmm, get ready for more, Robbie!" It was a very short warning, only a second or two before Little Sugar came like a fire hydrant within, bloating up the equine's body something fierce as the mink fully hilted him. After three magnanimous pulsations Little Sugar withdrew completely, letting Robert spill every last gallon of cum right back out of his ass. She didn't want to waste any of these precious spasms, though, and felt it was only right to coat Robert with her spunk from head-to-toe. The equine sighed enthusiastically, assuming it was all over.

Robert was right, albeit momentarily. A moment passed before Little Sugar pushed herself right back into his ring and repeated the massive internal flood and shower again. She felt that a good five or six times would be a nice start, filling him up properly (and then some) with each go.

"By the way, hon," Little Sugar beamed in the middle of the third go-around, "you're sorta not allowed, oops, sorry, able, I mean, to cum until I want you to! I think a few months should be good, don't you?"

Robert tried massively to let what his body want it craved, releasing everything he was storing up, but it was no use. He nearly cried and whinnied to the heavens in pleasure, his entire body being filled, manipulated, and lavished with obscene amounts of attention. But the desire to ejaculate just increased exponentially without any potential for relief.

Four hours later, Little Sugar was just about done. The mink hummed happily to herself even though she could have easily gone on until the sun rose across the horizon. But, much to her disappointment, it was well past midnight and she still had to escort this troublemaker back to headquarters before she could at least have tomorrow off.

"Alright, sweetie, you're all mine now!" Little Sugar quite audibly popped out of Robert's thoroughly taxed star, letting him lay on the floor on top of his foot-long equine shaft. "Aw, looks like we both need a rest, but only I'm going to get it, I think."

Robert rolled onto his back and gazed up at Little Sugar once more, watching as the magical symbols fade and he resumed his more innocuous clubbing clothes and size.

"First, I'm going to bring you back home with me! Cutie already worked out the necessary arrangements so that you can be in our protective care for the next half of a year. It's going to be fun, I swear! Oh, don't give me that look! Better yet, the seven people you beat up this past month? We're putting them up too! Healed them up and everything!"

To say Robert looked mortified would have been an understatement. All of the color drained from his face and seemed to spill onto the floor like Sugar's copious nectar.

"Don't worry, they only get to do whatever they want to you for the first two months! And, with your sweet, sexy new body, I'm sure it won't be too bad! Maybe, just ~maybe~ if you show promise," Little Sugar continued, readying a cell phone in her hand, "we may have a bit of mercy on you. But time will tell!"

The alley spun around Robert until everything grew black. He passed out soundly, full, frustrated, and fearing for his own safety.

"Serves you right, but we'll fix you up nice!" Little Sugar giggled, right before hoisting the exhausted horse up onto her shoulders. "Hi! Yes, it's Little Sugar! Can I get a pick-up at Club Florentine? Oooh, Starshot's only three blocks away? Perfect, I'll meet her there!"

After eighteen hours of work and quite an exhasting several hours, Little Sugar puffed up her chest and kept on smiling. Nothing better than another spectacular day at work, and with many more to come.