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The Denseri Chronicles

Third Invocation

All the Girl He'll Ever Need

Written By Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com)

"Good evening, Rye," Shawn said as he pulled a chair out from the table and spun it around on one leg. He sat down, folding his arms on the back of the chair and looked at Rye.

"Hi, Shawn," the fox replied, flipping a page in his book. He was relaxing, his feet propped up on the kitchen table, and a drink close at hand.

The rabbit smiled at him, flicking his long ears. "I see you're back to being male," he said with a slight smirk. "Too bad, I would have jumped you in that body."

Rye laughed, and winked at the buck. "Too bad, I'll remember it next time. Of course I could always adjust a few things." he waved one finger about in the air, letting a trickle of magic out. It left a trailing of glowing light in its wake.

"Feel free to change yourself, but I have enough magic already." He glanced down at his watch. "Anyway, in about twenty minutes, you'll have to change back."

Rye paused and checked his own watch, surprised at what day it was. "Funny, it kind of snuck up on me this month. Is Jean awake then?"

He nodded, pulling off his shirt and draping it over the back of his chair. Rye bit his lips slightly at the sign of Shawn's perfect six-pack abs. All the buck's own doing.

"She and I have been chatting. There's something she wants to do on her visit, so you best be ready for it."

"Oh, really?" he asked with a wink, closing his book and dropping it on the table top. Kicking his feet off the table he leaned forward and smiled at the buck. "Care to give me some hints?"

He laughed softly, stretching his well built arms as he shook his head. "That would be telling, wouldn't it? I'll let her have the fun with that."

Rye nodded, watching as Shawn shifted slightly on the chair, trying to get comfortable as an annoyed look flashed over his face.

A second later, his tall ears fell forward, draping down over his face. He blinked slightly, brushing them aside, then shook his head. His short cut hair jumped and fanned out, the chestnut brown starting to fade to a honey wheat blond. In a few seconds, it fell down the whole of his back, just brushing the top of his tail.

"I wish I could talk her into getting this cut," he said, pushing the hair back. "It's annoying to have it suddenly pop out like that."

Rye smiled and leaned a bit closer over the table. "I don't know, I think it looks cute on you."

He lifted his eyebrows, which were starting to thin. "You think everything about me is cute."

"True," Rye replied with a smirk, watching the buck's eyes change from a soft powder blue to a deep green, "but I think that of all my friends, and you know it."

He nodded. "I'll be sure to tell Jean," he replied, the fur on his ears growing thicker, lusher, and shining slightly under the fading sunlight.

"You shouldn't be so grumpy about this," Rye said.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the were-woman," Shawn replied, as with a sudden jump he lost almost a foot of height. Now that he was lop eared, it cut his once seven foot tall frame to just shy of five and a half feet.

The todd shrugged, smiling a bit at his changing friend. He took a moment to appreciate the work, all the more so because it wasn't his own. "At least you both know about it now. No more waking up in strange lingerie, and missing the past three days."

He nodded, his face starting to soften, the strong jaw shrinking, as did his muzzle. His cheekbones moved, the fur thickening out. After a few seconds he now possessed Jean's lovely features.

But it was still Shawn behind the eyes, as was demonstrated by the heavy sigh he gave out. "I better get the pants off," he said, the pitch of his voice rising.

"I never understood that. It's not like things will get tangled up going this way."

Standing up from the chair, he wiggled out of his blue jeans, already loose from the size change. They fell off easily, leaving him only in his still well filled briefs. "I don't know, I guess I just want to watch this go away," he said, dropping the cotton away, exposing his large equipment to the vulpine.

Rye chuckled a bit and let out a soft churr. The monster that Shawn owned would be a better fit for a four footed stallion than a buck, but he liked it. More importantly, the girls he would occasionally bring home really liked it.

Shawn sat back down, sitting in the chair properly this time, leaving his legs half spread, and looked down on his body.

His tight pectorals had started to swell outwards, losing their firmness, and budding into a pleasant set of breasts, soon filling out to a nice pawfull each. Just the perfect size for Jean, once the change was finished.

Rye smiled, thinking about how much both Shawn and Jean had changed since he had first meet them both, over a year before.

He had been out clubbing, and had picked up Jean for a night of fun. A good old one night stand, but when the sun rose that morning, she had turned back into a very irate Shawn. At the time Shawn didn't know about Jean, or about his curse.

Two years before, he had the great misfortune to piss off the classic gypsy-woman. Sadly for him she turned out to have real magic and cursed him to be a were-woman. This confused Shawn to no end, but allowed Jean, his female side, to come out with full force, and to have a very good time.

Rye hadn't been able to break the curse, and wasn't sure he wanted to. Jean was her own person, unique, and alive in her own away. He had been able to allow her and Shawn to talk to each other, during the times she was awake, but wouldn't do anything to remove the curse if it stopped her from living.

She was also his friend, and he wasn't going to do anything to hurt her.

By now, Shawn's whole upper body had changed, leaving a very male lower torso topped by a pretty bunny doe. The female side had pert breast, and a cute face.

There were only a few minutes left before the change was finished, Jean would have from the first day starting at dusk until two and a half days latter at dawn, when she would change back.

When Rye learned about the curse, he had helped both of them with it, and he had offered them a place to stay in Panthera's house. It wasn't a burden, the home had a dozen bedrooms, having once been a bed and breakfast. Panthera had purchased it, with Rye's help, soon after they had met.

The look on Shawn's female face darkened, as his penis started to pulled back into his body, his sheath sliding away in an instant. With a pair of slightly disturbing slurps, his testicles we're pulled up into his body, to create his new womb.

In a few more moments, a pleasant looking cleft had replaced the shaft, finalizing the gender change. Only her legs still retained their masculine maleness.

They remained for only another minute, fading away into a pair of long, slim legs, ending at a pair of dainty paws, with bright yellow polish on the tip of each claw.

"Sleep well," Rye said to his male friend.

"Thanks Rye, I'll see you in a few days," she said with a wave of her paw. Even though the body had changed, it was clearly Shawn inside. The tone of her voice, and her mannerisms were still distinctly male.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them wide. Everything about her changed: the rigidness of her back eased away, and her arms dropped to the side as she shifted her feet on the tile floor.

"Hi, Rye!" Jean said, her excitement simply bubbling over and out into her body. She bounced slightly in her chair, giggling and shaking her long hair out.

Jumping out of the chair, she ran around the table, her breasts bouncing as she moved. When she reached his side, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged as tightly as she could, unconcerned about her nakedness.

It didn't matter that much to her, because Jean acted like an air-headed blond. Rye was never sure if her ditzyness was simply an act, playing into the way she looked, or something else. He knew she had a strong mind inside of her head, when she was there, but it did make some sense if the curse forced that attitude onto her.

"How did you sleep?" the todd asked, pulling his way out of the doe's grasp.

She smiled and flicked her lops ears. "Really well! I had some of the nicest dreams," she giggled a bit and kissed the pad of his nose. "You were in some of them."

He smiled, running his paws down her sides. "Really? What was I doing?" he asked.

"Oh..." she rolled her eyes and giggled. "Fucking me silly."

Rye shook his head, and touching the side of her muzzle. "Sounds like a lot of fun, but I want to check a few things before we do anything."

A pout crossed over her muzzle. "More magic?" she asked in a soft voice, looking a bit sad.

He nodded, rising to his feet and picking her up. He wrapped one paw under her legs, and hefted her up against his chest. "I need to try, otherwise I won't be able to remove the curse."

She nodded, cuddling herself up against the fox's chest, grinding her teeth gently, a sign of her pleasure. "If you fix it, will I no longer exist?" she asked, some of her 'valley girl' tone falling away from her voice as she spoke, clearly worried.

"No, Jean, not at all. I'll make sure both you and Shawn still exist when I'm done." He nuzzled her long ears. "You may be sharing the body, but you'll be able to change any time not just on the full moon."

"Goodie!" she said, clapping her paws together behind his neck. Her levity returned as quickly as it had left.

"If I can really pull it off, I would like to make you separate people," he continued as they walked into Jean's small bedroom. Panthera had been in there that afternoon, as the maid, getting everything tidy for the stay.

Jean smiled at that news, pressing herself closer to her friend. "Then Shawn and I can fuck! I've always wondered what that would feel like. You gave him such a nice cock!"

He laughed, and shook his head, setting her gently on the still warm sheets. "I didn't add that much to it. He was pretty big when we first met," he smiled a little wistfully. "Wish he did have some interest in more than just girls, wouldn't mind playing with him as a guy."

"Guess you'll have to settle for me," she purred, smiling up at him as she relaxed on the bed. She slowly stretched out on the sheets, her blond hair piled like a halo around her head.

Rye nodded, running a finger down Jean's leg. "What would you like to do tonight? Maybe go out clubbing? I know a couple interesting parties out on the hill tonight."

The doe laughed and shook her head. "We can do that tomorrow! I just want to do what we do every time I wake up!"

His weight settled down onto the bed, one paw resting against her small lapine foot. Gently he let his magic play into her fur, and through the pads of her foot. "And what would that be?" he asked with a smirk, feeling around behind her toes, reaching for the source of the spell.

"Fuck for hours, then watch the sun rise. I only get to see daylight twenty-six times a year, so I like to enjoy it," she said, and burst into a fit of giggles, his magic tickling at her foot.

"I'm up for that," he said, sending out a few touches of magic against the curse, feeling it slowly turn and give under his probing. He was only able to do a little bit of testing each time Jean changed, as the curse only seemed to exist when she did, but he learned more each time.

He didn't know how long it would take to break the curse. He only had a short time each lunar cycle to access the spell, but he would remove it. It was something he had promised both Jean and Shawn, and he didn't like to break his promises.

Finally he pulled his paw back, and smiled at the bunny. "All right hon, I've done all I can this time. I'll have a little more to try before you shift back."

She nodded, propping her head up on one of her paws, turning her body. Her breasts hung to the side, in a very erotic fashion. "Goodie," she said with a smile at him.

Rye smiled at her as she sat up, running her paws up under his shirt to tickle at his chest. He wasn't as well built as Shawn, but wasn't overweight either. Slowly she pulled his shirt off over his head, and they kissed.

He let Jean's tongue slip into his muzzle, returning the kiss, their tongues playing with each other. His paws wrapped around her, drifting down her back as he pulled her body tight against his.

The doe ran her paws around the waistband of his jeans, slipping her paws down the front to cup his growing erection. That only lasted a second before she pulled back and worked his button open, and unzipped his fly. With a push, and a wiggle of Rye's hips, the jeans fell to the floor. His boxers followed a few seconds later.

Rye pushed the doe back down onto the bed. His hard cock rubbed against the fur on the inside of her leg. Once her back was flat, he pulled his paws back and rubbed her breasts gently as they continued to kiss.

He spread his legs out, and curled his tail down between them, using the white tip to tickle at the lips of her cleft. Her arousal was already starting to grow, moisture forming on the soft folds of skin.

Jean broke the kiss, panting softly as she looked up into the todd's infinitely deep violet eyes. "You know just how to get me off," she said with a smile.

He nodded and licked his lips, enjoying her taste on them, as her scent began to fill the room. "It's all the practice I get with you," he said, winking slightly and kissing at the fur of her neck. He slowly kissed his way down the soft white fur, each kiss bringing him closer to her near perfect breasts.

He pawed them gently, rubbing her nipples with a thumb, teasing the large brown tips as he kissed over the curve of one breast. He finally took it into his muzzle, and started to suckle gently.

The doe moaned and tensed slightly on the bed, as she clutched at the sheets. The touch of his lips ran though her body like lightening, it was nearly enough to bring her very sensitive body to an orgasm. He was careful to keep her just on the edge, teasing her as his paw worked her other breast.

She wiggled under him, wrapping her paws around his head, playing with the tips of his ears. She slid one of her talented feet up the length of his leg, using it stroke his cock.

Rye gasped softly at the touch, humping gently against her toes, pre-cum starting to leak from the head of his shaft.

Lifting his head, he switched his paw and mouth, taking her other thick tit into his muzzle. His free paw was slowly drifting down her belly, pausing to tickling her navel (an outie where Shawn's was an innie) before finally coming into contact with her warm cunt.

Two of his fingers slipped between the moist outer lips of her cleft, two more stroked over the outside of her sex. His thumb played gently with the hood of her clitoris, teasing the lovely nub of flesh that was hidden underneath.

Jean squealed and squirmed under him, gasping deeply at the simple touch. She humped her crotch upwards, and forced his fingers deeply into her sex with a slurp.

He wiggled his fingers, starting to hump her with them, moving gently, still teasing with his thumb. At the same time he started to gently fuck between her toes. Normally feet didn't turn him on, and he never even paid attention to them, it was just a cultural thing. But with Jean... her feet could always turn him on.

With one last nibble on her breasts, he lifted his head and smiled up at the doe. He worked his way back up to her face, kissing at her neck before pressing his lips to hers. His cock head slipped out of her toes and bounced against her hips before gently pushing the head against her tight sex.

Jean humped forward, the head of his shaft spearing between her lips, fitting comfortably inside of her sex. He responded by pressing himself forward, slowly sliding his shaft deeper inside of her.

All too soon he bottomed out, his shaft coming to her cervix. Most of the length was firmly inside of her, but a couple inches were still exposed. He keep pressing, using his magic to slowly shrink his large shaft until his hips pressed against hers as he became the perfect size for her.

She squirmed under him as he shrank to fit, giggling softly and running her paws down his back to grasp at his ass. Squeezing the cheeks firmly, she held him close, her wetness slowly dripping down over his heavy balls.

"Does that feel good?" he asked her, licking at the white fur of her neck, and up to her cheek.

Her vigorous nod was all the answer he needed. Before she could say a word, he dived down and kissed her, filling her muzzle with his tongue. She gasped in surprise, but wrapped her tongue around his.

Running his paws over her breasts, he started to hump. He moving slowly at first, feeling his way along her tight sex. As he thrust back inside, he kissed harder, his tongue slipping against the back of her muzzle.

"Longer," Jean managed to gasp out around his tongue, her hips rising to meet the thrust of his cock. Soft squelching sounds filled the room as her juices were forced out around his cock.

Taking her request for what it was, Rye let his magic trickle though him, and focused it on his tongue. Inside the bunny's mouth, the muscle started to stretch out, growing thinner as it became longer, and wrapped around her tongue. In a few seconds, her muzzle was filled with the flexible tongue of a snake.

His new tongue stroked over hers, the now-split tip tickling at the back of her throat. He teased her tonsils as he pressed himself closer.

She started to squirm and moan under him, trying to giggle around his muzzle, but his hold was too tight. Instead she hiked up her legs, wrapped them around his hips, and used them to increase the power of his fucking.

Not that he needed an invitation. Letting out a soft hiss into her muzzle he increased his speed. His paws stroked up the sides of her neck and over her long floppy ears, tickling the edges to match the activity of his tongue.

Flicking his tail down, he curled it between his legs until the tip just brushed against the bud of her ass.

Her body bucked in response, her back arching as she gasped out around his muzzle. The move was so sudden it caused to Rye to slide completely out of her cunt, his next thrust missing and sending his cock up over the fur of her crotch, towards her belly.

Jean drop back onto the bed, panting and smiling. "Took me by surprise with that," she said between gasps.

The fox chuckled, and flicked his long tongue out to stroke over the side of his muzzle. "Good," he said, gasping her hips, and gliding his cock back to her tight sex. He paused as his head penetrated past her cleft and smiled at her.

Then, he reached down with one paw, and firmly pressed his finger against her sphincter. In a moment the bud spread open, and the tip of his finger slipped inside.

She let out a surprised gasp as the penetration, arching her back once more. Taking advantage of it, he thrust both his cock and finger deep inside of her, until both were buried to their full length.

The double invasion of his cock and finger sent her over the edge. She let out a warbling moan as she came, her juices flooding around his thrusting shaft. They soaked the fur of his balls, and dripped down over his paw as he slowly fucked her with his finger.

The smell of sex started to hang heavy in the room, the bed beginning to squeak from Rye's thrusting. Under him, the doe lay quiet, panting hard, her breasts jiggling as her chest rose and fell, passively taking his pounding cock.

He slowed slightly, starting to push a second juice covered finger under her tail. She squeaked softly at the further intrusion, but nothing more.

"Spent already?" he asked with a chuckle.

She nodded her head, cracking one eye to look up at him, a small smile spreading out over her muzzle.

He laughed, and flicked out his tongue, using it to taste her scent in the air. The doe had hardly taken her fill of him, he could tell that from her smell as it coated his fur. She was just playing a little.

But two people could play games.

Flicking his tongue out, he smiled at her, and lowered his head down. The long appendage slithered from between his lips, almost like it had a mind of its own, and wrapped itself around her left nipple. The two prongs on the tip tickled at the hard flesh, pressing against the small impression in the center.

That brought out a reaction! She let out a soft moan and tensed her body, her holes pulling tight around his thrusting as her tail tucked down between her legs, brushing against his paw.

"You like that?" he said, his voice slurring around his extended tongue, giving him an almost snake-like hiss. The thrusting of his cock picking up speed as he brought his free paw up to stroke over her cheek, turning her face to look at him.

She smiled and nodded her head, grinding her teeth in pleasure.

He did it again, tickling the hard flesh as he returned to full speed. Each thrust sent squirts of her juices shooting from her nether lips to spray over his crotch and balls, from where they dripped down to add to the growing wet spot on the bed.

Jean gasped again, her eyes fluttering open to look up into the todd's. Her lust burned deep behind the green irises, the flame giving them an arousing glow.

The strength of his pounding grew, sending his balls slapping against her ass. The large orbs were starting to tense up, and rise towards his body as he neared his own edge.

Letting his tongue unwind from her tit, he let it slurp back into his muzzle. Reverting it to normal he flicked it out, and used it to lick her nose, before forcing it back between her lips and into her muzzle.

A few moments later his lips meet hers. Her body started to shake from the strength of it, humping hard against his cock. Her slick cunt clenched around his shaft, teasing it as it pistoned inside of her.

Rye shoved his fingers deep into her ass, adding a third for good measure. As she gasped he pressed her down, kissing her hard, his tongue filling her muzzle as his cock slammed home. A moment later an orgasm racked through his body, sending thick jets of cum into her cunt.

The fit was so tight, and the pressure of his orgasm so strong, it created a backwash, shooting his cum back out of her cunt to splatter over his balls.

It continued to shake over him for a few moments, but as it started to fade Jean fell into her second orgasm. Her cunt stroked over his cock, sending him into a renewed fit of ejaculation.

He fell down against her, rolling to the side at the last moment so his weight fell onto the bed. He wrapped his free arm around her, holding his cock and fingers inside of her body as the last of their orgasms shook their fur.

Slowly pulling his muzzle away from hers, he panted hard and smiled down at her. "I may not get to fuck you often, but it's worth it," he told her.

The doe giggled and licked his sweaty whiskers. "But I make up for it by fucking a lot when I can."

Rye nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her muzzle as he pulled his fingers from her rear. "It always surprises me just how tight you are. No matter how much you get fucked," he said as he stroked his fingers over the fur of her back, a touch of magic making sure they were clean.

"It's part of the curse, I think," she said, her eyes narrowing a moment as she idly flicked back one of her lop ears. "The curse... does mean things to me," she said, falling back into her bubbly voice.

He nodded again and pressed himself up a bit closer to her, allowing his erection to start to flag for the time being. "Yes it does, and I promise you I'll fix them," he said as he nuzzled the soft fur of her cheek.

She ground her teeth for a moment, then burst into a fit of giggles. "I'm hungry! Lets get something to eat, then we can fuck some more," she said as she jumped out of the bed and started to bounce on her toes.

The fox smile at her and nodded his head, "I'll make some omelets," he said as he stood up. He had to stop Jean from running out of the room naked, but that was only long enough to put on her robe. Which was just as short as her attention span. Once he had pulled his robe on, he cast a small spell that neatened their hair and fur, then together they walked back to the kitchen.

Lisa was in the kitchen, hunched over a cup of coffee as she sat at the table. She didn't notice the two of them as they entered the room, and Jean took advantage of it. She snuck up behind the wolf, then with a squeal wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.

The wolf let out a yelp, her head snapping up as she nearly dropped her drink. She twisted her head back, her teeth slightly exposed as she glared at the rabbit. "Who are you?" she asked, some of the anger fade as she saw that Rye was in the room as well.

"I'm Jean!" she declared, then planted a firm kiss on the wolf's lips.

Lisa's eyes crossed for just a moment before she pushed the woman away, sputtering as she glared at her. "Don't do that!" she snapped as she wiped her arm over her muzzle.

The bunny pouted a little bit as she looked over the wolf. "You don't like girls?" she asked.

"Of course I don't!" Lisa snapped as she stood up and scooped her mug from the table. "Now if you will excuse me, I have somewhere else to be," she said and stomped out of the kitchen.

Rye sighed and shook his head. "Jean, wait here for me. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said.

She nodded and sat down at the table. "'Kay," she said as one paw slid under her robe.

The fox smiled at this, then turned to follow Lisa down the hall. "I'm sorry about that," he said as he came up to the wolf's side.

"You should be, bringing that slut into the house!" she said, her tail high as she walked, as she made a point to avoid looking at him. "I thought you loved Panthera. So why are you playing around with that?"

"Panthera and I have an open relationship. We are both allowed to spend time with others, and we both do. As for Jean, she's not someone I brought home, she lives here," he said as they came to the door of her room.

Lisa snorted a bit as she opened the door. "I've been here for two weeks, and I've never seen her before," she said.

"That's because for the rest of the month she's actually Shawn," he explained as he followed her into the room.

"Magic?" she asked as she glared at him.

He nodded as he sat on her unmade bed. "Yes, magic. It's like a werewolf, but with gender."

She let out a laugh as she walked over to stand before him. "Bullshit! There's no such thing as magic!"

Rye smiled up at her, knowing just how wrong she really was. "Tell me, what species is Panthera?"

"A lion," she replied.

He nodded and crossed his paws in his lap. "And what was she when you moved in?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "A mouse, of course! what kind of stupid question is that?"

He chuckled and nodded his head, pleased to see that his spells were working as well as ever. The only way anyone would ever notice the disparity would be if someone not affected by the spell pointed it out to her. "The fact that she was two different species doesn't bother you?"

"Two different species? What the hell are you talking about? she was a mouse then and a lion now, they are not--" she said, coming to a stop as her mind jumped the gap in her memory and her logic.

"Two different species," he reiterated as he moved a bit and offered her a place next to him.

She looked down at him, then reached up to hold the side of her head. "I think I broke something. You're right; she changed species, but how? There is no such thing as magic."

Rye smirked a little bit and shook his head. "There is magic, I can prove it if you like. Though in all honesty I wasn't exactly ready for this at the moment, so I don't quite have time to give you a full demonstration."

The wolf finally sat down on the bed, holding her head in her paws. "What kind of demonstration?" she asked.

"It's usually a full body change, species, gender, whatever someone asks me to do. Right now I don't really have enough time to do more than something quick," he said.

She looked at the fox. "What is something quick?" she asked.

"Mostly small physical changes. You're in good shape, so no need to tweak that unless you want to be in worse shape," he said.

"Worse shape? Who would want to be in worse shape?" she asked, looking surprised.

Rye chuckled and shook his head. "I know a lot of interesting people. So scratch that, there is always breast size, bigger, small, real or fake."

She looked down at herself, reaching up to feel her breasts. "I'm not small," she said. That much was true, she was perky, but not much larger then that.

"Just a suggestion," he said.

"You know what, Rye? I don't believe in magic, and this conversation is silly. I don't know what was going on with Panthera, but it wasn't magic. Go, have fun with your bouncy bunny bimbo, I need to get to sleep," she said as she looked at the fox.

He smiled and stood up, flicking his tail under his robe as he nodded at her. "Think about it, and think about the demonstration. I can do quite a lot of things; you just have to ask," he told her as he walked out of the room.

Rye whistled happily to himself he walked back to the kitchen, his tail swinging happily. He knew that she would come around eventually, everyone did.

He came up short as he walked into the kitchen to find Jean was sprawled on her back over the table, working a bottle of beer into her cunt like a dildo. With a laugh he cast a light privacy spell over the room, and replaced the bottle with his cock.

FIN

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Story copyright 2006 by Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com), reposting and archiving are allowed as long as copyright notice and author's name are not removed. This story can not be published without permission of the author.