Into the Vanessaverse

Agent was not an athletic person. As a bookworm and gamer, it was already rare enough that he engaged in legitimate exercise, let alone played sports. His lanky body and short stature helped cement the lad as a meek, timid individual.

As such, his body was more prone to injury should he decide to go out of Vanessa’s manor on errands. On one such occasion, he came back to the interdimensional abode coated in bruises, bleeding slightly from a scratch on his arm. His glasses were askew. And yet, somehow, the groceries he collected were immaculate.

He passed by the sitting room, glancing briefly to the side. Then he doubled back, mouth agape. Vanessa was there, her attention focused on her television set, which was not tuned to cartoons for once. Rather, an older aerobics video was playing, and Vanessa herself was repeating the same stances that the host was showing on-screen. It was certainly a relic of the times, something that Vanessa had demonstrated by wearing the most garish exercise attire she possibly could.

Agent sighed. The eighties, no doubt.

Eventually Vanessa sensed Agent’s presence, and turned to face him. “Oh, there you ar—” She stopped, caught off-guard by Agent’s wounds. She stopped what she was doing immediately, rushing to him and casting healing spell upon healing spell.

“It’s fine, Vanessa,” Agent said, resigned. “Really.”

“No, it’s not fine,” Vanessa said, nursing his bruises. “I mean, look at that skin. And is that blood?” She pointed to his arm. “The only time your blood should be out of your body is when I’m drinking it.”

“Ignoring that,” Agent sighed. He held out the groceries carefully. “Got the goods, anyway.”

“Never mind that,” Vanessa said. She was uncharacteristically serious, putting her hands on his shoulders. “Who did this to you? Do I need to vaporize anyone again?”

Agent also ignored that comment.

“It was no one,” Agent explained. “I just tripped, is all.”

Vanessa glanced up at the geek, eyebrow raised. “And you tripping did all this?” she asked, incredulous.

“It did,” Agent said. And he wasn’t lying, either; he was not a graceful walker, after all, and it was a miracle he had stopped himself from walking into doors. This week.

Vanessa sighed, stepping back. “Honestly, darling,” she chided. “You really need to practice this sort of thing.”

“I know, I know,” Agent shrugged. “But what can I do? You know I hate sports.“

“Then perhaps I’ll suggest a video,” Vanessa said. She started leading Agent into the sitting room. “Come, come.”

Agent followed, leaving the groceries behind, as Vanessa nudged him towards the television set. He got a clearer view of the aerobics video Vanessa was watching, and it was just as cheesy as it looked from the hall.

“I found the latest craze mortals have been doing,” Vanessa eagerly explained. “It’s so tubular.”

Agent visibly cringed at the use of outdated slang. “Can we please not do that?” he asked.

“Ugh, don’t be such a spoon-gag,” Vanessa sighed. “But I guess this isn’t your thing either. Just have to find the proper video to help.”

She ejected the cassette from the television, placing it in a box of assorted 1980’s items, then placed the box to the side for future written escapades. She then inspected the rest of her many, many videos for a suitable workout.

“Perhaps this could work?” she noted, pulling out not a cassette tape, but a DVD box. She read the back of it. “’Easy to learn exercise! Gain muscles probably in 126 easy steps!’”

“Heck no,” Agent immediately said, turned off by the sheer length of the program. And without confirmation, at that. “Anything else?”

“Alright, mister picky, I’ll keep looking,” Vanessa teased. She kept browsing, her thumb dragging along the cases. She paused, pulling out another DVD. “Ah, this one definitely, I promise you.”

Agent inspected her choice idly. His eyes glazed over, utterly done with the whole affair.

“Vanessa,” he dryly said. “That’s a cartoon.”

And so it was. It was a DVD of “Kung-Fu Panda”, without any extra bells and whistles attached. Just a regular animated movie.

“I’m aware,” Vanessa nodded. “But I think this could be a valuable learning experience—”

“Vanessa, it is a DreamWorks movie from 2008,” Agent interrupted. “How will this help?”

“I just like the tigress,” Vanessa admitted. “She’s hot.”

Agent rolled his eyes. “Of course that’s why.”

“Alright, snippy, I’ll make it into an exercise video,” Vanessa declared, irritated. “Since you’re so determined about this. And I’ll even make it easy for you.”

She held the DVD case in her hands, concentrating, harnessing her energy to warp the fabric of reality itself to her whims. The box wavered and shivered, adjusting to her new interpretation of the subject matter, to her will. Then she showed off the case once more.

“’Master Tigress’s Three-Step Guide to Kung-Fu’,” Agent read the cover. He nodded. “Alright, better. Close enough.”

“Glad to hear it,” Vanessa said, placing the DVD in his hands. “Now get busy. I’d better be able to cut writing tendrils off of those abs within a week.”

She walked off, stretching her body all the while. That left a miffed Agent inside the room, still holding the new DVD. He sighed.

May as well.

He cautiously inserted the disk into the television, ensuring it fit all the way in. The television, still on, took several seconds to register the new media, but eventually crackled to life. Or some semblance of it, anyway: all that appeared were three sets of diagrams. Different poses to match, it seemed.

“Really missing the Master Tigress part here…” Agent grumbled. “But whatever.”

He began to take on the first pose in the list, spreading his legs out, toes away from each other. He stretched one hand out, palm open, fingers out. An exact copy of the pose.

Something clicked.

Agent looked down at himself, how his body was bent. It felt…good, actually. Relaxing, yet invigorating. Why hadn’t he done this before?

He started to make the next pose, quicker this time, channeling his enthusiasm into the art. Legs bent, body curved, arms at the ready. Then, the third pose, a sudden strike with his leg. He did so without delay, a sharp kick that he felt would have shattered a board had there been one to kick.

A perfect display, on his first try. And he scarcely broke a sweat.

“Huh,” Agent remarked, amazed at how good he felt. “That’s really something…”

The television blinked briefly, a new set of poses displayed now. Evidently the video was satisfied with his performance so far, and had moved along.

Fine by him, he thought, already getting into position. This wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought it would be.

…

Several hours passed. Vanessa had removed her workout gear and resumed wearing her typical gothic attire by the time she returned to the sitting room. What she saw impressed her.

Agent was following the instructions verbatim, quickly and skillfully, quickly learning complex martial arts maneuvers. He even seemed to gain a bit of muscle mass on that lanky body, something Vanessa thought was impossible. That DVD truly was a wonder.

“Having fun?” she asked her ward. Agent glanced up at the witch, giving a smile.

“Oh hey,” he greeted. “You had a point, Vanessa. This is definitely something else.”

“Isn’t it?” Vanessa grinned, watching as Agent continued his martial arts regimen. Like a true warrior.

She continued to examine Agent, and she was pleased even further by the minor details she noticed. Small things, like a growing patch of fur along the back of his elbow. A slightly more feminine stance. There was the start of a bulge along the back of his body, along the spine. It didn’t take much consideration to figure out what was happening, least of all the witch responsible for it.

But she gave a small wave, opting to avoid spoiling the surprise. “Good on you, darling,” she said, amused. “Keep it up, why don’t you?”

“Yes, Master Vanessa,” Agent said, before diving right back into his form.

“Master” Vanessa, was it? Vanessa smirked as she walked out of the room. She liked the sound of that, although she imagined “Master” had a different connotation than what she was used to.

…

Over the course of the next several days, Agent had gotten up early solely to spend time with the myriad of exercises the video provided. A quick breakfast, a quick brushing of his teeth, and then back to the video. Hardly any time to do his usual hobbies, like writing or reading.

It was the strangest thing, though. He felt lest enthusiastic about the martial arts he was learning, and yet paradoxically couldn’t live without it. It was less an activity and more a necessity. Training versus recreation.

Over these days, his mood calmed heavily, restrained in his emotions. Serene, even, as though he had done it all his life. And as the physical changes had continued to spread, and some mental changes with them, it was soon becoming clear that he had done so.

Agent’s muscles had grown, as did his body structure in general. And yet they continued to seem more feminine than anything, his stance undergoing a more sleek yet strong approach. The best comparison would be to a jungle predator, especially a feline.

He–she, rather—had scarcely noticed additional fur growing in, orange and black and white. The new tail continued to grow, serving as a balance to her growing form, and acting as further assistance for her style. With every form she was able to replicate, the changes accelerated, her skin tightening and swelling.

Her face had hardened, fur enveloping her cheeks, her face pushing forward into a feline muzzle. Fierce eyes, prime for hunting. Pointed ears, perfect for hearing what she was hunting. A strong chest, strong paws—both hind and fore—and a strong exterior in general. She felt that she could punch trees or even rock without injuring herself.

A true Kung-Fu master.

…

Then one day, Vanessa had walked into the sitting room where Agent had so dutifully worked to find nothing. No television playing, no active participant. She frowned briefly, uncertain as to where her growing companion was at first. Then she heard the telltale noise of exertion down the hall.

She followed, the noise growing louder, until she stopped at a set of sliding doors leading to the manor’s dojo. This was especially curious to Vanessa, as she hadn’t even realized the manor HAD a dojo in the first place. She chalked it up to shifting needs, and slid the door open.

She saw the fully-changed Agent hard at work, rapidly striking at one target dummy, before pouncing upon another on the opposite side of the room, performing similar strikes to its twin. She kept leaping back and forth equally, fighting hard with her immobile opponents.

“Keeping busy, I see,” Vanessa remarked in amusement. “Why aren’t you watching the video anymore?”

Agent paused her exercise, stopping in place. Then she bowed to Vanessa courteously. “Master,” she greeted. “I’ve finished all the exercises on the disk. So I took the liberty of developing new techniques as I waited. This one I call ‘Twin Tiger’, designed to combat two equally-strong opponents.”

“Neat,” Vanessa said, nodding. She certainly liked what she saw: Agent, body and mind, was an exact replica of that Master Tigress she saw on the video cover. The clothing was different as well, no longer the typical red shirt and blue jeans Agent wore, but a more conservative outfit perfect for athleticism while retaining culture. Even the witch could scarcely keep her arousal under wraps upon seeing such a strong, muscular, beautiful specimen for herself. If she wasn’t already, she certainly planned to have her now.

She examined Tigress, who hadn’t moved away just yet. Curious, Vanessa tilted her head. “Anything else?” she asked.

“Forgive me, Master,” Tigress bowed again. “I am ready for your next lesson.”

Jackpot.

“Your next lesson?” Vanessa mused, thinking of the best possible way to word her request. “You think you’re ready for it?”

“I do,” Tigress nodded.

“Are you prepared for your greatest challenge?”

“Always.”

“Then follow me upstairs to my bedroom,” Vanessa gestured behind her. “And we’ll begin.”

…

Once situated in the bedroom, even Tigress had some misgivings.

“Are you sure this is part of the training?” she asked. It was already unusual enough to be completely naked, her tiny breasts exposed to Vanessa. It was quite another to be over Vanessa herself, the witch smirking at her. “This does seem unusual.”

“Hey, who’s the teacher here?” Vanessa responded. She was nude as well, and far less apprehensive about it. She was looking forward to this for the past several days, and she fully expected to be given a good time. “This is about…power body strength. Without any clothing resistance. Yes.”

Tigress nodded. “I see,” she said. As nonsensical as this looked on its face, it did make sense. Her entire lower body, in a battle with Vanessa’s. She would give her everything she’s got.

“I hope to impress, Master,” Tigress eventually said, bowing.

“Then let’s get to it,” Vanessa said, gleefully eyeing Tigress’s nethers. “Begin.”

Tigress slowly inhaled, then exhaled, channeling her chi. Her body tensed, her thighs aching. She lifted upwards, Vanessa eyeing the nethers with pure glee and anticipation.

Then she thought about it more, especially the manner of strength emanating from Tigress. She could practically taste how powerful the Kung-Fu master was, from her paws to her feet. And that could include her waist. Harder than diamond, with more force than a comet.

She blacked out the moment Tigress’s waist collided with her own.

…

Tigress then spent the next hour wrapping surgical gauze around Vanessa’s crotch. Vanessa, for her part, was mortified with herself.

“The girls will never let me live this one down,” she grumbled, still feeling her loins ache. “Ache” wasn’t the proper word, however, as it felt like her insides had disintegrated. They would recover, of course, but they would still hurt.

“Forgive me, Master,” Tigress said again. “I guess I misjudged my own strength again.”

“Not your fault,” Vanessa waved off. “It’s mine. I misjudged your strength.” She winced as Tigress tore off another cloth. “Lesson learned, don’t make Agent into something stronger than I am.”

“Stronger than you?” Tigress heard Vanessa’s idle chatter, but not the full meaning behind them. “Then am I to understand…”

“Yes, yes, you’re the master of strength,” Vanessa said. “But I want to see you do something…not strong. Try typing on the computer or something.”

Tigress tilted her head. “What is this…tai ping?” she asked. “Is it a new exercise?”

“An exercise in nerdiness,” Vanessa thought. What she said was different. “Yeah, sure. You can write your thoughts and not use your strength to break a woman.”

“Then I shall perform this tai ping,” Tigress said, confident. This was a glorious day. To be stronger than her own Master, and now given an entirely new tract to train in! She rushed off to find this ‘com put toor’ thing so she may begin.

Vanessa watched Tigress rush off, before wincing once more. “Ugh, way to strain yourself, Vanessa…” she said to herself. Maybe she was the one who needed to exercise more.

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