Awhile ago, I met this strange fellow by the name of Vincent. He was a delphox, handsome, and intelligent. He made things like potions and other kinds of magic I couldn't believe- magic I didn't believe. I didn't believe a word of it, but he never tried to convince me. With a silver tongue, he convinced me time after time to bring him people who may be more interested in testing his theories and potions, though, what happened to the people I brought, I'm not sure.
One night, in a confidential conversation with one another, I disclosed my love of his paws, through his own teasing and prying of course. One thing led to another, and he offered to let me try one of his potions. I wasn't so sure, the thought made me nervous, especially since our previous talk of his paws had brought us to such a subject. He offered it to me, a flask of some green liquid, and as I held it in my hands, I decided to trust a friend. As I took my first sip, I noted it didn't taste bad, but a feeling akin to intoxication washed over me, an immediate dizzying feeling that made me queasy, I felt like I was on my knees, staring up at the tall Delphox, but as I looked at my paws I still saw the ground under it. When I looked up to Vincent once again, I saw his glasses-covered eyes, filling the sky above. The process was rapid, some kind of... shrinking potion, elixir- whatever you would call it, I'm no alchemist. Soon enough, I stood there, face to toe.
"Well? Do you believe it now?" His voice echoed across the room, down to me. Reflexively I covered my ears, but I must admit I was a mess. I shivered at his voice, blush on my cheeks, face-to-toe with the mountainous Delphox.
"... Potions are realer than you thought, no?" I could see him smirk, gently setting his left paw atop his right, staring down at me- a pathetic excuse for a Zangoose. It was all sinking in. Magic- his magic, was indeed real, and terrifyingly arousing. What had become of my friends then? The people I had sent for Vincent to test his concoctions on? He noted the puzzled look on my face, seeming briefly concerned, before speaking once more:
"I've given you all you want, my paws. Go ahead. Indulge yourself." He chuckled, a sound equally cute as it was ominous. "Kiss- lick them, love them. Maybe if you do a good enough job, I'll show you the test subject you've provided me."

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Lil story and piece done by me, as a gift for https://twitter.com/AlchemistPhox
Blood version (and story continuation) in scraps!