Making Emmy

I started by partitioning her mind into two halves.

One I filled with all her grief and shame. Failure, loss, and futile rage. Everything to do with her parents. Even her self loathing at being an "ungrateful, spoiled rich girl" as someone at the sorority called her. None of it could hurt her anymore. It wasn't gone, just distant like a half remembered book or movie about someone else.

The rest wasn't just everything good in her life though. She still worked hard and struggled to excel in school, sports, and music. She had falling outs with friends and the one girlfriend. She still spent almost a week fending for herself. Things she could heal and grow stronger from.

Emmaline watched as I molded her mind to my liking, intensifying her memory of her fumbling explorations with her own body and girlfriend. She eagerly learned to enjoy my kinks and drank in my own memories of various porn and my own recent experiences.

Her mind radiated pride as I made her my living sex toy.

She was already sexually submissive with a bit of a praise kink. I cranked up her libido to nympho and linked her every rush of happiness from a good grade or competition, even the orgasms she received, to the sensation of my spectral hand in her mind and the sound of my voice. Imprinting her on me.

Her mind quivered in gratitude and anticipation of what I'll do next.

We built a simple shrine in her mind where we placed her memories of Anne, her mother in all but name. I gave her a mind-hug and let her truly mourn.

I pulled back. Less than a minute had passed in the real world and it took us a second to reorient ourselves.

I spoke first, "Your name is now Emmy, Emmaline can rest." My newly named pet shuddered in bliss as my voice echoed all the way down to her subconscious, locking the partition in her mind and creating even more distance. She was only Emmy now. Forever.

"Ohh, I feel so light! Thank you Master!" Her whole demeanor changed, joy came to her easily now. She wasn't manic, she still had the full range of emotions, just effectively cured of her depression and certain of her place in the world. At my side.

She reached to the hem of hoodie and looked at the tent in my skirt eagerly, "Are you going to play with me now? I want to practice what you taught me!" She chirped, glancing between me and my bunny, who was just as eager.

I chuckled as I kissed my pet, cupping her pussy through her sweatpants, making her whine. "Not just yet, Emmy~ I fixed your mind, but I still need to do your body before we can play."

"Yes! Change me! Make me perfect for you Master."

All three of us giggled as we made a game of stripping each other on the way to Gwen's bed. Gwen lounged at the head of the bed, kissing and fingering her lipples, while a vibrator buzzed at her pussy above her pink jewel.

With our audience comfy, Emmy posed with her hands at her hips, back arched, small and perky tits forward, and one leg angled to show off her glistening pussy. I circled her, I remember calling her unfairly pretty earlier and if anything that was an understatement.

Her skin was a smooth porcelain white, her hair bright red, her figure slender and fit. For a human she would be the hottest girl in any room, accounting for taste of course.

But I don't deal with humans anymore.

Emmy had the sleek athleticism for a catgirl, but lacked the brattiness I associated with them. Wolfgirl and kitsune likewise didn't fit her personality. I considered a phoenix styled harpy for a while, literal flame red hair filled my mind before I dismissed it as well.

I wanted to always have my pet with me, so that ruled out more exotic forms until later.

I finally settled on elf. A classic for a reason. Emmy even fit the runaway princess corrupted by a demon trope if you squinted.

Running my hands over her skin, it gained an ethereal quality, like she'd gone through a photo filter. Her hair and eyes became vibrant, impossible, ruby and emerald. Her ears grew to long and sensitive points up and to the side. I gave one a nibble then licked its three inch length. Emmy cooed and thanked me, Gwen laughed in memory of me doing the same when I gave her bunny ears.

She shrunk several inches, hips widened and waist narrowed impossibly as most of her organs became unnecessary. Her arms deceptive in their daintiness and her plush thighs hid cords of steel.

Gwen and Emmy held similar positions in my harem, so I once again flipped my pet onto the bed and knelt behind them. My pet showed initiative when she pulled my fuckbunny down to try out her new tongue. Causing a chain reaction of squeaks when I shoved my tongue up her pussy, then again when I reshaped her asshole as well.

Both pussy and asshole were a glistening red when I stood up. Both the girls on the bed were a mess already, breaths interrupted by the occasional giggly aftershock.

I loved my new life.

"Emmy, it's time for one final touch. Then you'll be my pet forever. Are you ready?"

The bed bounced when she flipped over to kneel obediently, dopey smile still wet from pussy. "Yes master! It's all I want. You made it my purpose." Gwen started fingering herself and my rock hard dick jumped at her words.

Instead of a collar or lace choker, I made a torc. An incomplete ring of solid gold shimmered into place around her neck. Emmy moaned in orgasm as silvery tattoos of chains extended from her neck down her spine and along each limb, ending in gold cuffs at the squirming girl's wrists and ankles.

"Now everyone who ever sees you will know you belong to me. Now and forever." My dick slid to the base in one smooth thrust, pressing against my newest ****'s cervix.

Her thankful babbling and incoherent promises were silenced when my fuckbunny sat on her face.

Gwen cooed and rolled her hips, cottontail fluttery behind her, "Morgan, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You need to try that mind control thing on me." She leaned forward and kissed me with all three mouths.

I came into Emmy's pussy at the sensation, then pulled back to keep pumping. "Do I even need to?" I cupped her left tit and stuck my thumb in her lipple. "You quite literally jumped at the chance to be my little fuckbunny~"

Gwen actually blushed harder at that. Thwapping me with her hands in embarrassment. "Yeah well! Fuck, you!"

"Gladly."

With some creative use of telekinesis, I ended up cumming into my bunny while my pet elf rode her face with a vengeance, red hair waving wildly.

After an admirable attempt to try every possible permutation of a threesome in four hours, we found ourselves in an exhausted and sticky cuddle pile. Though we still smelled like flowers and citrus!

Regina chose that moment to descend through the ceiling, bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other.

Emmy looked up, blinked twice, then went back to lazily suckling the head of my dick.

Regina's apologetic look turned into a pout.