Dirty Pair TF

It was quite a shock, especially for us, the Lovely Angels, to be reduced to this, but in a way, I've gotten used to my new life. Yuri's still a bit peeved, especially as the changes were harder on her, losing her gorgeous hair would be a terrible thing to any woman, but at least she can move slightly. I can just stand here, stiff and silent until the time comes for me to be used. That's the best part of this new existence of ours. Time passes differently. It seems like hours, days can pass like moments, until the time comes when our drawer opens and our owner grabs ahold of us, easing Yuri from her satin cover and hoisting me upwards…

Anyway, how did it all begin? We had been sent out on yet another consultancy job. Apparently 3WA's computer identified a certain spate of disappearances on this world to be an issue requiring the attentions of two 3WA Trouble Consultants. Apparently young woman after young woman had disappeared and the local authorities just couldn't understand it. Needless to say, we were annoyed. After all, the Chief dragged us in off our holiday for this! I had just picked out the cutest swimsuit.  Really, I bet Gooley enjoyed causing us grief. And the locals weren't happy to see us at all. I swear. One glance at our ship registration and you could hear the familiar gulp. 'Why did they have to come to us?" They all say. It's not our fault things go wrong and if we weren't there half the time, well, things would just be even worse. Not that anyone ever acknowledges that. It's enough to make me red hot with anger even now.

So we did our usual, brilliant work. We left Mughi and Namo on the Lovely Angel while we set to work, investigating with the few clues we had.  We knew that the girls who had disappeared were rich socialites, so we began to move into the social scene, hiding our identities. Yuri, who was always the classier one of us, at least until we were changed into our current form, helped smooth our entry. I've always been the more tomboyish of the two of us…

It wasn't long until we were both approached by this old hag called Anastasia Emaus. Apparently she was once the darling of the elite, a fashion model, singer, etc. As she was, I could see how she was once beautiful, but compared to me and Yuri, age had made it no contest. She asked us both to attend her estate, scouting us for her own model agency. We had learnt that many of the girls who had gone missing had also been asked by Anastasia to model for her. Yuri and I could sense that she was connected.

The plan was simple. Attend the rehearsal, sneak away one by one and see if we could find any evidence. Then take that spinster down. We arrived separately. Yuri wore a wonderful low cut cocktail dress and I bought a beautiful cheongsam for myself.

We went in one by one, giving the other time to have a covert peek around the grounds and look for evidence. It wasn't hard to find. Yuri told me she found the gowns that the missing girls had been known to wear stored in a side room while I discovered plans on a computer terminal about shipping the girls out as merchandise. So our mature hag here was a slaver! Or so we thought...

We jumped into action, stripping off our dresses, revealing our signature hot pants and low cut tops, cutting a sexy, threatening figure, even if I do say so myself, heat guns brandished and burst into the stately room our hostess had retired too, pointing my muzzles directly at Anastasia while Yuri prepared the Bloody Card.

We announced ourselves as 3WA Trouble Shooters. To which, the older woman just placed her fan to her mouth and said those words we'd heard so many time. "Oh? So you're the Dirty Pair then? I should have guessed."

We bristled. It's bad enough to hear those words from the local cops, but from this painted hag? "Lovely Angels!" I snapped back.

Anastasia just giggled. "Well, you'll certainly make a lovely addition to my collection!" She snapped her fan shut and suddenly hidden panels revealed strange ray emitters which began to bathe us in an odd light.

"D-damn!" I cried as I tried to fire, but all of my strength seemed to fade away. "Y-Yuri!" I cried, turning to my partner, only to see her limbs trembling, the Bloody Card, our hidden Ace, dropping to the ground, embedding itself into the carpet. Likewise, my heatgun tumbled from my fingers, falling onto the ground with a clunk.

"W-what are you doing to us?" Yuri cried, her arms dropping to her side. I felt the same way she did. All of my strength was fading from my body. If it weren't for the rays holding us in place, we'd both be collapsed on the floor in a crumple.

Ana just flicked her fan out and began to waft air towards her face. "You'll see~" Another one of her giggles, they were starting to piss me off. "I love it when they realise what they're becoming."

"You…" I groaned as I kept struggling against the power of these odd forces. My eyes flickered across to Yuri who, for some reason, was staring at me, her face horrified. "Wha-what's wrong?" I began to ask, then suddenly I noticed something.

Yuri's skin was changing colour, from her soft, white skin to a blueish colour, closer to her hair. "K-Kei! You're turning red!" Yuri cried out. I looked downward into my cleavage and stomach. She was right! My beautiful skin was shifting from flesh to a dull, red colour, matching my own hair. The tint was that of rubber or plastic. "And you're turning blue, Yuri!" I answered as the changes continued to spread over both of us.

Suddenly I felt a burning tingle in my arms, crying out in pain and surprise. I could hear and feel Yuri doing the same thing. Quickly looking at Yuri and my own body, I could see our feminine arms begin to melt, as if they were wax. "Wha-what the hell is happening to us?" I called out as our arms disappeared into our torsos, leaving only the red and blue smooth nubs, Venus de Milos rendered in rubber.

The spread of the shifting skin didn't stop there. I felt it crawl up my body and chest. To my shock, I could feel it spread deep inside my body. Whatever was happening to me, as my lovely breasts turned red, I could feel my organs seemingly melt into a solid form, my lungs and heart stopping. I began to panic, unable to speak. Yuri was the same, gagging for air, then suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me. Through our ESP we could sense each others thoughts. Somehow we were still alive despite the lack of oxygen as the rubber crept ever higher and higher up our dainty necks.

Suddenly as the blue taint reached her face, Yuri's beautiful hair began to melt, fading away into her new, blue skin as her graceful neck began to plump up. It made her look more and more like a man's penis Despite the predicament we were in, and I hate to say it even now, but part of me felt like it served her right for stealing the cute man I was teasing from me during the ball a few days ago. Well, I'd been after him for three days by then!

But the moment of teasing was soon over. As my arms finished melting into my sides, it was my turn to face whatever changes were about to happen to me as I felt my face solidifying under the red plastic. Unlike Yuri, my hair was becoming one piece, solid and attached to my head. I twisted and tried to escape, but it was no use. Whatever the beam was, it was impossible to move out of its effects. Suddenly, something blossomed below my waists and I mentally screamed in pleasure and pain as my legs began to flatten and mold together. Gazing down at me, I saw them widen outwards, forming my new base. It was then I realised what I was becoming as the holes began to develop. Yuri and I had… some experience in the area with a bit of petting and some experimentation we did now and again but it was a massive shock.

I was becoming a strap-on dildo.

As my gorgeously hot body began to shrank, I was able to cast one look down on Yuri and myself before my head became locked in the upright position I still exist in to this day. Thankfully (and Yuri still brings this up…) my body wasn't subject to the same changes that Yuri went through. Her body as it shrank took on more and more of a phallic shape, plastic veins raising from her chest as her heavy ass (her best feature) and groin became rounded, turning into the switch for what we now know was her internal vibrator. She still kept her face and cute breasts, but for the most part, Yuri was now just like the 'female companions' I kept in my panty drawer (hey, sometimes a girl gets lonely and with our reputation, it was hard to keep a man around).

I was a bit more lucky then poor Yuri there. For the most part, I had kept my wonderful body, still proudly bearing my larger bust. No fake phallic form for Kei! But I was mounted on a harness that was formerly my slender legs and I was still shrunken down to around the same length of Yuri, about , my body now just a solid, rubber rod, all rendered in the same colour as my hair, standing upright on the harness, wobbling slightly on the carpet.

So there we lay. Tiny and helpless as Ana walked over to us, chortling, reaching down and picking us up from the pile of our clothes, boots and equipment. She held us up in her hands, turning us so we could have a close look at what had been done to our bodies, looking for all the world like two sex toys. A lewd dildo and strap on.

"Hmm…" she mocked us, head turning as she looked down on her new acquisitions. "Lovely Angels? I think the Dirty Pair is a much more suitable name for my new toys!" Walking over to the table, she placed us against the hard wood before turning to a servant and gesturing at our belongings. "Process those immediately. We don't want to leave any trace in case more of those 3WA dogs come looking for their missing pairs." The servant nodded, rushing to gather up our graceful clothes and powerful guns.

As he left the room, our belongings in his arms, Ana turned back to us. "So, Miss Kei and Yuri, how does it feel to belong to such a gorgeous woman as myself?" Gorgeous? She'd proven herself to be an ugly hag in my eyes but as much as I wanted to rail against her, I was petrified. Literally. She chortled again. "Oh, you two do make such lovely dildos." Her soft, gloved hands began to caress my head and I felt an intense pleasure begin to well up. I could sense that Yuri was feeling a similar sensation. I'd never felt anything quite like it before. The only thing that came close was… well… when I had gotten particularly intimate with this stud one time. But the intensity, even from her gentle ministrations was threatening to replace that memory with a greater sensation. "Mmm… and I bet you can't wait for me to use you for your purpose~". She giggled again, naughtily and turned away, leaving us to rest, the sensation fading and a sense of longing, desire to feel like that again in its place.

Time passed. Yuri and I could still communicate with our powers as we faced each other. Yuri had been turned into a blue vibrating dildo, her head smoothed to resemble a phallus while I had been rendered into a fiery red strap-on, awaiting a harness to complete me. Never had I thought we'd be in such a mess as this. We comforted each other, telling ourselves that Mughi and Namo would either come to help or call the Agency.

But help never came. I still don't know what happened to those two and our ship, but as minutes passed to hours, we had nothing to do but share the sensations of our new forms with one another as we lay there helpless on the table. By now, I have to say that the weird desires that were awoken when Ana caressed us were starting to overcome the sense of shock, fear and helplessness. Soon we heard the sound of high heels on the marble floor as our captor walked back into the room.

If I could still make a sound, I'd have gasped when I saw here. She had changed into some form of fetish outfit, a low cut red corset exposing her large breasts, long stockings and garters on her legs with severe red high heels, vinyl arm coverings completing the set, leaving her vagina and ass completely open to the world. I hated to admit it, but the old hag looked kinda good like that.

"Sorry to keep you toys waiting for so long." She gloated, holding up a cute satin bag in the same colors as Yuri's clothing and a series of black straps. "It took a while to turn your accoutrements into things better suited for your new lives. Lifting me up, the room rushing past me as her giant hands grasped my tiny form, I mentally shivered as she affixed the straps, my straps. Dangling from her hand, I watched upwards as she switched Yuri on. I could hear her buzz, shivering before Ana dropped her into the satin bag, pulling on the draw strings.

"Y-you won't get away with this." I thought, angrily as Ana walked along corridors and into a elegantly decorated room, furnished with a large bed. She switched Yuri off, before chucking her bag onto the bed. Then, the whole world rushed around me as she began to step into me, pulling my harness up around her waist, leaving me affixed to the front of her waist, sticking out, erect and obscene. I was so humiliated by the whole thing as she turned to the mirror. It really hit me then. I really was just a strap-on. Suddenly my despairing thoughts were forced from my mind as Ana began to stroke me, as a man would his cock, pulling me upwards as her hands enveloped my form.

"Let me guess. You two 3WA bitches came to snoop around because of those missing girls, hmm? I suppose I can tell you what you want to know now you're stuck this way." She hummed as she stroked me. "You see, a few years ago, I forced out of the modelling business by my handler, claiming I was too old to continue performing. Me? Too old! The bastard. Anyway, to calm myself down, I went on holiday, cruising from planet to planet on my yacht when we stumbled across an odd distress signal." I tried to concentrate, but she began to rub my head with her finger. Somehow it'd become so sensitive, almost like my clitoris. Ana carried on gloating. "On that station, we found the remains of a scientific crew and an array system. The scientists who built it were dead, but they left enough information for me to figure out what they had constructed." She smirks, teeth showing like fangs as she presses me against her moistening lips, the dampness oozing onto my rear plastic.

"Returning home, device in tow, I quickly established myself as a model agent. With my wealth and reputation it was easy to do. Then, I could begin to remove my… competition." She began to rub me harder, squeezing my soft plastic tight. I tried to focus on what she was saying. "You see, the device I recovered was some kind of revolutionary molecular rearranger. It could form and reform any object into another. From the notes I recovered, I found that it would also preserve the sentience of whoever was transformed, leaving them free to experience whatever happened to them. So, under the pretense of hiring them for off-world contracts, I would lure them here and turn those young sluts into naughty little toys. Dildos, butt plugs, pocket pussies, sex dolls…" Each obscene item listed, she punctuated with a stroke, "then I'd slip them into the off-world shipments from several of the sex toy manufacturers on this planet, forever destined to be used to get men and women across the galaxy off." She giggled, pulling me upwards so I could stare into her mad face. "Who knows? Maybe you enjoyed one of them?" My thoughts went back to the vibrator I had bought in a fit of rage after I got dumped one night. Could it be that the toy waiting in my drawer back home was one of those girls? I guess I'll never know now. I just hope if it's true that someone's putting her to good use now.

"And now you're just another one these whore-ish toys. However, I think getting my hands on the Dirty Pair of all people calls for something special. I think I'm going to add you to my private collection so I can make use of you and your partner over and over and over again." She resumed her masturbation. The sensations returned, stronger then before as Ana began to whisper. "That's it, my sweet, just give into it. No one's going to look for a strap-on now are they?" While I was shivering at the thought of spending the rest of my life as a plaything for this witch, she suddenly let me go, letting me jiggle up and down. Placing her hands on her hips, she called out in a stern voice. "Come in."

The door creaked open and in walked a young woman, dressed in a mockery of a maid outfit. Like Ana's clothing, her crotch and bust were both open to the world, pierced nipples swollen and erect. Glasses set off her kind of-cute face as she curtsied to Ana. "Yes, Mistress?" she asked the hag. I could have puked. How cheesy was that?

Ana smiled, gesturing to the bed. "Be a dear and assume your usual position, will you?" The maid curtsied again, climbing over the bed, presenting her slick mound to Ana… and to me. I don't think of myself as a lesbian (aside from some experimentation with Yuri) and when I was a woman, I really was only into men. But as a strap-on, all of a sudden I found my mind assaulted with alien thoughts. That tight wet hole was just so arousing for me. All of my consciousness was consumed with one desire, to be shoved inside it.

"Mmm… very nice." Ana licked her lips. "Just give me a second to ready myself." Reaching down, in front of me, she picked up the satin bag containing Yuri. "Sing for me, my dear…" she murmured as she took out my phallic partner, and opening her heavy lips, proceeded to take her deep inside of her mouth. Later Yuri confided in me that she loved Ana's big, soft lips wrapped around her, that tongue of hers coating her with thick saliva. Ana withdrew Yuri, strands of spit stringing from lips to her cock-head.

Having exposed her private parts, Ana started to rub the dildo that was once my lovely partner Yuri up against her slit, slight parting it with the head as she began to moan with the pleasure. For her part, Yuri said that she could feel her face getting covered in her tormentor's juices and the heat coming off of the slick hole and that just like with me, she started to almost beg to be pushed inside.

Biting her lower lip, Ana slowly eased the new dildo/vibrator inside of her, sharply drawing breath as my partner parted her folds and smacked against her uterus. Through our link, I could sense Yuri's mind. Part of her, the old part, was disgusted. But another part of her was in heaven. You're such a slut sometimes, Yuri!

Through her panting, Anastasia cooed, "Now… let's see what you can do, 3WA tramp!" She twisted Yuri's bottom, forcing the vibrator inside of her to activate, sending shivers throughout her rigid blue form and Ana's femininity. Even I could feel it as Ana let my elasticated harness snap back, pressing me against the very rear of Yuri. Her vibrations raced right up throughout my rubber form. "K-Kei! It feels too good, Kei! What can I do~?" Yuri moaned through our link. "Try and stay calm, Yuri! You're, you're… you're making me feel good too!" I cried out in response. Of course to our captor, we were just silent, except for the twang of elastic and the muffled buzz of Yuri.

Still in a state of shock, I barely noticed it as Ana crawled onto the bed, grasping the ass of her servant. It was only when I felt the intense heat and wetness pressed against the top of my head that I realized that I was going to enter another woman's pussy. I tried to brace myself, to somehow resist, but Ana didn't give me any option. With one slow, but steady thrust, she pushed me up to the hilt inside of her lover.

How to describe it… to describe your entire world shrinking into a dark, boiling cavern, stinking of pussy juice, muscles and nubs squeezing and caressing your entire body, every nanometer of your skin's surface responding with incredible pleasure… and then Ana pulled me back, the cool air striking my wet plastic skin, giving me a glimpse of light before thrusting me back inside, my hips and breasts that once tempted so many men now being used as bumps to increase this woman's sexual pleasure. All human thoughts were driven from my mind. I reveled in my new existence as a strap on. I never wanted it to end. All I could hear were the wet slaps as I was thrust in and out, backwards and forwards, deep, so deep into this woman's slit.

Time seemed to stop, and for an eternity, I was forced to fuck this ever tightening, squeezing wet hole, her juices drenching every millimeter of my gorgeous body. Then, I found myself squeezed in tighter then I ever had been before as Ana pushed me as deep as she could inside this maid of hers. A flood of liquid coursed over my body, as I was crushed. If I hadn't been turned into this plastic material, I swear, I'd have had the life crushed out of me. It seems I'd given the poor girl an orgasm. Somehow at the same time, I had a similar orgasm, my entire body and mind exploding in sexual pleasure. My consciousness went white and when I next came to, I was staring at the gaping mouth of the maid as she took me into her mouth, cleaning me off with her tongue.

Ana then pulled me away and stripped me off her body, switching Yuri off and tugging her out of her at the same time before tossing us both on the bed. "Here. Put these on the side to stink in our juices for the night will you? That should reinforce the lesson we gave them today. And as for you two, I hope you enjoyed your first session. This will be all you're going to see from now on. Good night, Dirty Pair!" And chortling, hand to her lips, she left the room, leaving us to cool down on the bedside table overnight. We both had experienced the same thing. That mind-blowing orgasm, that impossible pleasure, the burning embarrassment that seemed so good when we were called toys or dildos… "Kei… I… I'm sorry." Yuri sensed to me. "I… I enjoyed it." Me too, Yuri. Me too...

Early the next morning, another servant entered the room and took us to a bathroom where we were washed with warm soapy water and then polished to a high scene. After that, we were left humiliated in the drawer, ashamed of how easy we had allowed ourselves to succumb to that maddening pleasure. We were supposed to be Trouble Consultants, the elite of the 3WA! But we weren't anymore, were we? We were just a pair of rubber sex toys, sitting in the bottom of our owner's drawer. She'd take us out one at a time, sometimes to pleasure herself, other times to pleasure other women or girlish looking men. It was so strange being forced up a trappish youth's rear entrance, but the intensity of it soon led me to accept it. We started to talk less and less about escape, our old lives and more and more about the new experiences we were having as the sexual aids of Anastasia.

Come to think of it, I'm kind of glad this all happened to Yuri and I. Before I had to worry about my job as a Trouble Consultant, not getting enough time to relax and pursuing relationships, growing older, uglier and slower.  Now I've got nothing to look forward to now but being worn by my Owner as she forces my eternally sexy body into tight pussies and rose-bud sphincters. Thanks to our ESP, I can still communicate with Yuri and she enjoys it too, although she'd never admit it to anyone else. The best times are when we're both being used, with her vibrator cranked up to max, pressed deep inside the ass or cunny of whomever our owner is fucking that night as she plunges me in and out of their free hole with a thrust of her hips. We still share our psychic link with each other and the pleasure we feel… well if I still had my puss, it would be made moist, shivering with delight.

And as much as I hated our old nickname when I was human, it kind of makes sense to think of ourselves as that now. We're no longer the Lovely Angels, those sexy, beautiful professionals and heroines. We're just a couple of filthy fake cocks who exist for our owner's pleasure, used to give her sexual gratification and then packed away like the toys we are. Her naughty sex toys. Her Dirty Pair.