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Chapter 13

If they were all sitting at the table together the following morning, the Richards family would have been staring at their plates, their heads hung and their throats dried out to the point of discomfort.

Steven didn't know that his son had slept with his wife. He didn't know that his own daughter was soaking her bedsheets with a thorough filth of her own natural juices. He didn't know that she fell asleep panting, still moaning his name under her breath.

None of his family members knew, however, that they were falling under such terrible corruption, and that their father, despite being the most professionally trained, was already further gone than his wife, or any of his offspring.

"Glad to see you're finally coming around, Steven. I was starting to worry they'd given you a bit too much of the nightshade mixture...you're no good to me dead!"

After spending weeks defending his honor against a myriad of attacks from Summer, Steven looked down into his lap with tired, half-lidded eyes and saw his cock being enveloped by a woman that he'd only recently come to know.

"S...Schafer... you?!"

The drugs were wearing off, and the tingling numbness was fading from Steven's body as he shook his arms, but found that he couldn't move them. Shackles bound his wrists to the arms of the chair he sat upon, and a second set kept his ankles in place, making it impossible for him to move without breaking the chair.

With Ms. Schafer in his lap, he wasn't going anywhere, no matter how hard he shook his hips; much to his chagrin, he found his captor grinning with delight each time he tried to buck his hips free.

"You probably thought you were so clever, didn't you?"

The weeks of planning, the meetings and briefings that Steven was forced to sit through, and all of his training were no match for the network of thugs that Ms. Schafer employed. She had eyes and ears in every corner of the town, and perhaps, it was just bad luck that Steven ended up housing next to her favorite subordinates.

"I have to admit, you had me fooled, Steven," Ms. Schafer continued speaking before the drugged agent could manage a reply. "You seemed like a perfectly normal little family, but that burst of magic that came from your basement was nothing short of extraordinary...you don't learn spells like that in grade school, do you?"

Knew I should have kept the wife and kids out of this...

"Steven."

They'll never escape now...

A hand reached forth and gripped the defeated agent by his chin. "Steven."

Need to get the order out to just nuke the damn place. I hate to sacrifice my own family, but we need to cut this thing off at the source. No chance I can escape now-

" Steven!" An internal clench finally brought the poor man back to Ms. Schafer's attention, and the lustful widow smirked with satisfaction at his frustrated expression. "I don't know where you learned such powerful magic, and I'm not sure who you're working for, but none of that matters now. You're already partially corrupted...I can see a knot starting to bulge out, and your cock is nice and warm, thanks to your new enhancements."

A sheath, similar to one that would be found on a canine, acted as the new home for Steven's manhood, and he was embarrassed in himself that he didn't notice the change sooner. "Of course...when Summer forced herself on me..."

"She's a good little girl, isn't she? Graduating high school soon, heart of gold, but the brains aren't all there...no matter, of course. There's plenty of job prospects here for a young, eager slut to be bred...but you already knew that, didn't you?"

There was no one else in the town who would have been bold enough to sneak onto the private farm of Ms. Schafer, and even without the rumors mill being fed, she could have guessed that the same person capable of sneaking past her security would be the man who happened to have some kind of magical ability.

It was no coincidence that his appearance in town came along with a break-in, and less of a coincidence still that she was bucking herself to an orgasm in his lap.

"Don't fucking patronize me!" Steven barked. "I don't know what the hell you intend to do with the rest of this town, but you'd damn well better leave me and my family out of it!"

"I'm not leaving you out of the fun when we're already this far gone," she replied gleefully, "And wonderful as your cock feels inside of me, you're not really the one I'm after!"

"You're sure giving me quite the ride for being after someone else," Steven tried to play along with her, even as he was forced to bite down on his lower lip to fight off an orgasm. "Y-you don't have to pad my feelings, y'know."

Steven was good at being an agent, and playing his roll. Ms. Schafer was good at playing mind games with everyone that she ever came across, and until that moment, Steven Richards truly did believe that she was nothing more than a harmless widower.

She was able to live up to that part of her reputation, as she milked willfully at his length and pressed her breasts down into his face. "Pad your feelings, Steven? I can have any man in this town, if I so much as say the word! I just wanted to sample your cock before I did away with you!"

The dangerous being that was the real Ms. Schafer was showing her true colors, proving that her romp with Steven was nothing more than a hedonistic fling.

"Taking your s-sweet ass time with getting rid of me, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't take your daughter out to the prom without telling you my intentions, Mr. Richards."

Steven's worst fears were already on the verge of coming true, and at those words, a renewed anger tensed his arms up against their shackles. Ms. Schafer could see veins bulging up against biceps as he struggled and thrashed in his seat, but in the end, all he managed to gain was a few more seconds of pleasure with his captor, as the efforts distracted the rest of his body.

"Why the strong reaction, Steven? You really thought I wasn't aware of little Tabitha? She's much more interesting than you are...and while your member is a delicacy to be savored, it can easily be replaced. I'm not so sure that she can be."

"Not that my wife will be happy about it, but you can have my cock, if it means that you'll leave my daughter alone."

"I'm not good at keeping my hands to myself, Steven. I figured you would have gathered that, by now!"

The dilapidated agent rolled his eyes.

"But," Ms. Schafer stopped him from lashing out, "Since you seem to be a bit slow on the uptake, I do need your daughter to hang around, long after you're gone. Believe me when I say that I'll take very good care of her...probably better than you ever did!"

"If I wasn't strapped down to this chair right now-

"You'd probably be strangling me, and to be honest, I'd be kinda into that," Ms. Schafer admitted. She had no shame about revealing just how twisted she could be. "But since you're stuck under me, and judging by those delicious throbs, on the verge of filling my tummy up with some new pups...perhaps you'd like to hear what I plan to do with her?"

Deep breathing and gritting his teeth were the only things keeping Steven from blowing his load right into her womb. "It's not like I have much of a choice, but you'd better pick your words carefully, you dirty fucking slut."

"Still thinking you can do something to save her? Perhaps if my father was as caring as you are for little Tabitha, I wouldn't have turned out this way."

Taking a compliment from Ms. Schafer, even a backhanded one, left a sour taste in Steven's mouth.

"Unfortunately, you weren't my father, and it would seem that you failed to protect your daughter from the wicked witch, after all."

One last heroic effort nearly bent the shackles around Steven's right wrist, and for just a moment, Ms. Schafer had a look of concern in her eyes, before she gazed back down into Steven's tired orbs.

"I've been corrupting families in this little town for decades, Steven. The corruption of forcing all of these transformations and incestuous orgies is a palpable thing, whether you realize it or not, and if you know how to contain it, you can summon _amazing_things, if you just place it in the right vessel."

Thanks to the mission briefing, Steven was just being given a refresher course for what he was sent in for. "So you invite families to live and work in your town...give them impossibly high paying jobs and low cost housing to entice them into living in your community, knowing you'll be able to turn them into your own personal playthings?"

"You say it as if you think I'm doing all of this for myself, Steven! I skim a little bit off of the top, but I'm not that selfish, you know. All of my work...my decades of tireless effort have been building toward the return of the Dark Mother, and your daughter...your blessed, precious little Tabitha will make the perfect host body for her, when she is summoned back to our world!"

It all sounded like the ranting and raving of a mad woman, and to an ordinary person, it would have been exactly that, but Steven was well aware of the very real danger of the supernatural world.

He only wished that he had any of his recording devices on his person; any sort of a transmitter would surely be enough motivation for his company to authorize a full-scale assault on the seemingly quaint town of Stonebury.

"I'm excited to see you be swallowed by your own ambition," Steven openly admitting, figuring that he had nothing to lose, "But why on earth are you telling me all of this?"

"The ritual is dangerous, indeed, and I could very well be swallowed alive...but that's why I need you , Steven. Someone with your particular set of magical skills would be very useful in keeping me alive, while bringing the Dark Mother back into our realm."

"You're asking me for protection? A...are you fucking mad?"

"Your daughter means the world to you, clearly. Do you really think I'd ask for your help without keeping her in my back pocket, as a trump card?"

There was a juxtaposition that Steven would struggle terribly to describe, with his physical form on the verge of a climax, while his soul was being crushed under the heel of Ms. Schafer's plan.

"You're an honorable man, Steven. I can see it in your eyes; it's a look that I've come to know rather well, over the years. Honorable men all have a breaking point, and I already know where yours is...so you'll help me with the summoning spell, or I'll murder your entire family."

Such powerful words actually pushed Steven back from the edge of his orgasm and left him breathless as he sat still, save for the horrified tremble of his lower lip.

"That's a good boy, Steven...I just knew you'd cooperate. How about a little reward for you before we finish up?"

Perhaps the greatest surprise of the day was Ms. Schafer hopping off of the cock she'd become so fond of. "Think about my offer, Steven. There's more hanging in the balance than you can possibly imagine."

Whether that was true or not didn't matter when Steven lost sight of Ms. Schafer entirely. His eyes abandoned her and locked onto the sight of his daughter, stripped bare and pushed into the room with a look of fear and confusion on her face.

Corruption was rich in both of their bodies, and before the lustfully charged female, a thick, rounded knot was starting to throb in place, pushing suppressed desires to the surface.

Chapter 14

If you didn't know about all of the things going on behind the scenes in Stonebury, you would have thought it was just another day.

Clyde Richards was just getting back from his college classes for the day, and though some truly awkward things had happened in his house recently, he still found reasons to smile on a daily basis, even when it meant coming back to the house where he'd slept with his own mother.

Part of him was still convinced that it was just a fever dream, and it wasn't enough to break his focus; he was passing all of his classes, and to the best of his knowledge, it was all because of his own intelligence, dedication and merit.

He knew that his father was stressed out about transferring to a new job in the quaint town, but other than the aforementioned hiccups, things were going well for Clyde, and he was hoping to have a few drinks, relax, and blow off some steam at the party that was scheduled for the evening.

Ms. Schafer was having a gathering next door, and the entire Richards family was invited to attend.

"Don't forget to get ready for the party!" his mother called from upstairs as he walked in the front door. It was an unnecessary reminder, as he'd headed off to the college in the clothes that he was planning to wear, and he was looking forward to what he hoped would be the first of many gatherings next door.

He'd heard rumors from other students on the campus that Ms. Schafer used her impressive wealth to host parties, socials and bonfires all of the time, and though that didn't line up with his youthful fantasies about college frat parties, he had a feeling that he could still meet cute girls there, get a bit of a buzz, and wake up on Monday feeling partied out and ready to head back to class.

"I'm...pretty much ready already!" he called back up the stairs, expecting to hear his mother claim that she still needed a few more minutes to get ready, and then, those would quickly turn into an hour, and perhaps even longer. He snickered at the thought and closed the screen door behind him, and after a moment of contemplation, the inside door; fall wasn't over yet, but the first chills of winter were starting to settle in, and he didn't feel like freezing on the couch as he waited for his mother to get ready to leave. "Where's Dad and Tabitha?"

Tandy was already walking down the stairs from her bedroom, still fussing with a pair of black stone earrings and standing on modest heels. The outfit wasn't overly revealing, but it accentuated the natural curves that Tandy was blessed with, and though he was loathe to have such thoughts after what had happened, Clyde couldn't deny feeling a rush when he looked to the stairs, and saw the provocative shade of red she'd picked for her dress.

"They left for the party a little bit early," she explained, "And that's good, because...w-we need to talk, Clyde. I know it's going to be awkward, but we really do."

There was no fever dream to wake up from, this time. Clyde was going to have to meet face to face with the results of his actions, and though it had been a few days since they'd actually fucked, he could still remember the familiar warmth of his mother's body against him, and the disgusting sense of regret that came along with never being able to take back what had happened.

He was having trouble finding words to respond, but if he was going to take such actions, he had to learn to be a mature adult and have a dialogue at some point.

"I know that you're right, Mom," he said. His pause came not because of a lack of words, but because of a terrible dryness on his tongue, one that carried all the way into the back of his throat. "But I...I don't know what there is to talk about. It happened, we can't take it back, and we don't ever have to do it again, so...can we just pretend?"

Tandy crossed her arms over her stomach and thinned her lips at her son. "I've seen the way you've avoided me since it happened, Clyde. Even if we were both to just pretend that everything was fine, that's not addressing the problem, and it's not helping either of us to get past it."

"I don't know how you just get past something like this."

"You sit," Tandy began taking a spot next to her son on the couch, "And you talk it out. Just because we're both adults doesn't change the fact that I'm your mother, and that I love you as a mother, not...not as a lover. I don't think either of us can explain what happened, but it doesn't have to change the relationship that we share. It doesn't have to ruin us, or ruin our family, if we don't let it."

It was a shame that she'd been so deeply corrupted; Tandy was a wonderful mother, and she knew just what to say to Clyde to make him feel better, and to remind him that adults weren't perfect.

It didn't meant that they had to be defined by their mistakes...but neither one of them was aware just how much those mistakes would define the rest of their lives.

"I guess...y-you're right," Clyde finally replied, his voice a little disjointed. He didn't want to admit that he was getting emotional, but he leaned over and weakly hugged his mother, still feeling a little awkward at touching her, and understandably so. "And I hope you know that...I don't regret it," Clyde admitted. "Not really, anyway. I know that it's wrong, even illegal, but...you're right. This doesn't have to define us. It doesn't have to change anything."

Tandy embraced her child and offered a delicate stroke of her fingertips through his messy hair, the same way she'd done for him so many times when he was just a child. "It really doesn't, and before you know it, this will just be something that you and I look back on and laugh," she assured him. "There's a party waiting next door, and I'm sure that there's a pretty looking girl over there just waiting to take your mind off of all of this."

The cuddle was brief, and Tandy smiled at her son before standing up from the couch. "I sure hope so," he admitted. "Feels like most of the girls in this town get knocked up and married pretty early."

"Oh, Clyde," Tandy rolled her eyes as she lifted her purse and walked toward the kitchen. "I've just got to pour something out really quick, and then we can head on over."

Clyde didn't think to question it. He was younger, and still of a mind that relief was what he was really searching for. His reply of "Okay," was so casual that Tandy almost tuned it out, as her focused turned to what she was sure had to be the problem in the first place.

Everyone has been acting so strange around the house since I got this, she thought, holding the bottle of mineral oil in her hands. I can't be sure, but I have to imagine that it's what made me go crazy on my own son...I just hope I haven't scarred him for life. I need to be rid of this shit, and hope that it hasn't already destroyed my family!

Those were the last pure thoughts that Tandy would ever have, as a mother. She didn't know how great the influence of the ritual oil truly was, and had no idea that it was already coursing through her veins anew when she pulled the top from the container, and started pouring it in the garbage.

Her palms quivered as the essence of the oil was released to the air, and she didn't think twice of the waste it created when she dropped the container to the floor. It shattered with an alarming strength, and Clyde hopped up from the couch to investigate, only to see Tandy shuddering in place, standing over the shards of glass and staring down at the floor.

" Mom! Is everything okay?" he asked, sliding around the corner on the soles of his shoes. The oil was already spilling back into the living room, but the liquid wasn't the problem, anymore.

Over time, the ritualistic liquid was allowed to dissolve, and just removing the cap blasted Tandy with a fresh burst of pure, unmitigated corruption. Her son couldn't see the grin upon her lips, and he didn't feel her lustful gaze on his body, but there was a scent in the air that he'd only known on the night that they gave in to each other, and the memories alone were enough to leave him trembling.

The evaporated oil was getting to him before he had a chance to rationalize what was going on, and a chill ran up through his spine that he'd only ever felt in the throes of passion. He could nearly taste his mother's desire on the air, and when she turned around to gaze at him, she didn't have to lift her dress to entice him to come closer.

Under the influence of the corrupting oil, she did it anyway, and revealed that she was planning to go to the party without the modesty that panties provided.

"Of course, if it wasn't so bad the first time, what's to stop us from going again? You were the best fuck I've ever had, Clyde. It's only fitting that a son treats his mother to a good time every now and then, don't you think?"

The last, fading bits of Clyde's normal sensibilities told him that his mother was under some kind of unholy influence, but those logical particles were drowning in an ocean of uncontrollable lust, and along with them, their voices were quickly disappearing.

There was only his own voice left behind, one of corrupted instinct, telling him that it was his destiny to be the alpha wolf of his own pack. "Every now and then is less often than a beauty like you deserves, Mom...and I've got a lot more endurance than that."

Lifting the dress in a tease was almost frustrating for Tandy, who slipped it right off and tossed it into the puddle of the oil. She would have bathed herself in the mess if not for the broken glass, and as her arms slipped back to unhook the straps of her brazier, she watched eagerly as her son stepped over the mess and threw his arms around her, an act devoid of any moral fiber. His lips pressed right into her neck as he literally carried her across the kitchen, and he only gave the smooth, delicate flesh on the side of her throat a break when her breasts were exposed to the satisfying air of the comfortable home.

Her bare ass was pressed firmly into the kitchen counters, her son was pressed up to the front of her body, and his hair was begging to be teased as he leaned forth mindlessly and began licking and suckling at each of her nipples, making a wet and eager mess of her soft, perfect mounds.

She twisted her fingertips into those enticing locks and hold onto him as his arms slid down her back and over her rump. He went right past the subtle growth of a tail that was forming at the base of her spine and to the underside of each cheek, cupping them as his hips began grinding with terrible, forbidden need at her uncovered sex, and she lifting her legs around his lower back, encouraging him to give her even more.

"So desperate for mother's milk that you had to pin her against the counter?" she teased him, her lips curled with a wicked grin, one that was anything but motherly. "And you're already getting so hard for mommy...do you need to fuck me, baby? Do you need to pump all of that tasty, wonderful cum into my cunt and knock me up?"

Her words came from a void of pure corruption, created by the continued, and now permanent influence of the oil. Her son was too busy sucking eagerly at her nipples to give her a verbal reply, but his body was growing too thick for the clothes upon it, and as they started to tear at the seams, stretching around the growth of fur and muscle that overtook his form, her delicate petals began raining with plentiful arousal, preparing her for what she knew would be a deep, _brutal_fuck.

Under the influence of the mess, it was just what she needed, and she knew that there was more than one round to come.

"I want them to see," Clyde finally growled against her chest. His lips were shifting into a muzzle, but as far gone as he was, he found he had no trouble adjusting to the ever changing shape of his lips, teeth and tongue, until it was a muzzle pressed to her tits, ignoring the fur that was cropping up around each tiny, delicate nipple. "I want all of them to see my cum, pouring out of your cunt and leaving a trail around the whole party..."

A sinister giggle passed through Tandy's lips, but by the time the sound was through, her lips were sitting upon the end of a slightly thinner muzzle. Overall, she wasn't quite as bulky as her son, but the wolfess had no lack of strength, easily able to keep her son pulled into her body as his clothes ripped the rest of the way apart. His cock was already stiff and throbbing, but the presence of a knot at the base, and a sheath below it were obvious signs that his transformation was almost complete, and his tail, still filling in with fur and flesh, was hardly on his mind in the heat of the moment.

Putting his mother in her place and showing her why she was the bitch in their relationship was at the forefront of his thoughts, and his cock lined up easily with her womanhood as she arched up against the counter. It was hardly able to support the weight of the transformed couple, but it didn't stop Clyde from eagerly driving the head of his canine length against her pouted, oozing folds.

There were no subtle, teasing jabs to start things off slowly. There were only curious and navigating thrusts from an overwhelmed male, desperately trying to find her sex without having to take his paws off of her body. As her rump completely settled onto the counter, he finally found his mark, and the first few inches of his length slipped inside of her on a quick and lucky pump.

"That all you got, baby? I thought my son loved me."

Without even pulling out, Clyde hitched his motions and leaned over her body. Her breasts were swelling up with corrupted fluids, and they bounced heavily as he bucked into her at close quarters, knocking spices, flour and utensils to the floor in their eager and forbidden romp.

He was just short of plunging his knot into her body, but he couldn't have that just yet: He wasn't satisfied, and he knew that she was nowhere close. "And I thought my mother wasn't going to fuck me ever again," he claimed, and pulled his hips back. A rapid and driving pace came forth with the next thrust, and like natural canines, Clyde was pounding into his own mother with everything he had as she clung to him and did her best to handle the blissful assault. "B-but...here we are, fucking each other silly..."

"Like I could _ever_quit you," Tandy growled into his sensitive, skillful ear, and then leaned up to bite down fiercely on the velvety flesh. Her son might have been her mate, but she was still competing to be the alpha of the pair, and she knew that her folds were dripping wet when she caught the sound of his pathetic, canine whimpering. "I'm never letting this cock near another female," she warned him. "You belong to mommy now...you can only fuck your mommy!"

Clyde had dipped into the incest fetish in tiny doses, when he was still a normal human, far away from the terrible reaches of Stonebury.

If not for the corrupting touch of the town itself, he might not have been enjoying living the fantasy as much as he was.

"Then she's gonna have to take my cum," he argued back at her, still pounding into her hips so hard that the supple, excess flesh upon the curves of her rump jiggled with his every contact. The weight of his orbs, overflowing with magically enhanced seed was felt in each thrust, and the satisfying, quiet pap of his balls against her backside left her drooling around the mouthful of velvety flesh that she still orally clung to. "A-all of it...every f-fucking time I pound her tight little pussy!"

Expecting some kind of argument, Clyde found himself fighting off his orgasm when his mother's voice, deep, tainted with lust and striking his every nerve, passed over the inside of his ear canal.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Clyde. Gimme those fucking pups... breed me."

Knowing he was leaking precum like a faucet meant that the werewolf was already close, but his mother's order was the last word, and his body trembled with glorious purpose as he began trying to reach even deeper into her nearly abused sex. Her folds pouted and stretched at the presence of his knot, and with each pass, he reached a little further into her until he was nearly pumping at her cervix.

He stopped just short of that as his knot popped into place, and a flood of cum began spilling inside of her, bringing her womb to capacity in mere seconds and leaving a long, trickling stream of seed to pour out between her thighs and over the edge of the counter.

"Good boy...s-such a good boy!" Tandy praised her son and dug her claws into him as her inner muscles clenched and squeezed upon the bulb, milking it with the pleasure of her own climax. "You really do love mommy, don't you? You n-naughty little fuck..."

They were words that she once would have died before saying to her own child, but now, she could think of no better way to praise him as he panted against her, spent, but recovering quicker than she ever would have expected.

"I can feel you squeezing," Clyde accused her, his glowing, golden eyes narrowing on her twisted expression. "All of that talk about being naughty, and you're milking your own son's knot for every drop it has..."

"Every drop," Tandy repeated, confirming it. "So...I guess we're gonna be a little late to the party, aren't we?"