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Witchcraft

Vulpin leapt through the jungle, feeling the leaves brush past his sleek black fur. He'd been sent by his tribe, the Gre Volpha, to investigate rumors of "black sorcery" in the southern region of the dense rain forests. Now he sprinted, eager to dispel the petty claims of witchcraft. Another hunter probably ate the wrong mushroom out there, claiming his hallucinations were evil spirits. Still, he had to keep his guard up. If there truly was a witch, they would not cease their spiritual activities willingly. Brandishing his long hunting spear, he'd gladly resort to violence if it was necessary. The tip of the spear was a long, feral wolf's claw shaped into a two-sided point. That same wolf had also gifted him with a large rent upon his chest, a wound the wolf had lost its life for.

Coming upon a clearing, he saw a large hut amidst beside a large stream of water. It looked old, roof caved in in places. Of all the places for a witch to be, this old shack fit the description perfectly. Readying his spear, he took a moment to regain his breath before heading towards the front "door" hole. Spear leveled, he advanced into the building, immediately noticing how even though the roof was missing in certain areas, the inside of the building was pitch black in darkness. Suddenly, a bitter stench filled the room, alerting him. Poison! Before he could even think of retreating from the gas, he hit the floor, fallen unconscious from the mysterious vapor.

Eyes slowly sliding open, Vulpin awoke, finding himself tied to a wooden table. He could not look around, as his head was strapped down securely. He struggled to move, but even with his great strength he was not able to break free.

"Fa?afeiloai i lo?u fale. O le a le mea na e aumaia iinei?" a feminine voice said, but Vulpin was unable to see who had said it. Realizing he could not understand, the voice spoke again. <Welcome to my home. My name is Vrerki. Why are you here?> it asked, this time in the common tongue.

"I have come to kill a witch. If you are the witch I am seeking, please come closer so I can slay you!" He growled, fighting at his restraints, but they held him down once more.

<Is that so? Because it seems that you are tied to a table, unable to hurt me. You see the problem with your foolish task, yes?> she said, this time stepping out in front of him. She was a fellow canine, but her grey-white fur was covered with blue stripes. But what caught his attention was between her legs. What lay there was an equine cock, standing erect on her feminine body.

<How about I bargain with you? You do not try to kill me, and I...> she said, climbing atop the table, crawling towards his rapidly stiffening canine penis, <Will make it worth your while?> She started to suckle on his cock, massaging the tip with her tongue.

"Damn..." He groaned, unusually sensitive. He never remembered being this easy to turn on. She continued to work his cock, sliding up and down its mighty length, right to the base of his knot.

"Ahh!" He yelled, cumming inside her mouth. She didn't come up for air as he blew his load into her, swallowing every last bit of cum he ejaculated. Her belly distended, bloated from his male essence filling her.

<Ah, yes, let it all out!> she said, coming off of his cock, as he felt a tense aching across his whole body. His muscles grew sore, seeming to fade away in the dim light of the hut. He felt himself physically... shrinking... losing his muscle definition and height, the restraints now loose over his arms and legs. His hips grew outwards, expanding wider and wider until he was left with a very motherly structure. His waist pulled tighter, giving him an hourglass shape. Looking down he saw his thighs beginning to plump up, mass from his muscles draining into them to expand and grow. His chest grew softer, slightly pushing outwards. Soon after, his chest ballooned outwards in a cascade of flesh, two pillowy mammaries laid upon his chest. His face and muzzle softened, losing their hard angles and gaining soft curves, like the rest of his body. Moaning, Vulpin realized his voice had lightened, grown more feminine.

<Almost there little one,> she said, groping his cock on his small curved body, his penis now massive in comparison. Right before his eyes, it slowly began to dwindle and shrink, his large canine knot beginning to smooth out and fade away. Soon, she lost her grip on it, sliding out between her fingers. His balls drew up into a widening slit, his penis shrinking further to become Her clit, resting on top of her new vagina.

Vulpin never had time to admire her new body, as Vrerki caressed her cheek. <My turn.>, she said backing off of the table. Standing before her, she saw as Vferki's bloated belly deflated, leaving her flat. Then, she surged with height, towering over Vulpin. Vrerki's whole body swelled with muscle, her breasts fading away to become hard pecs upon a very male chest. Her fur darkened gradually, blue stripes giving way to dark grey fur as her markings began to match Vulpin's. Now a he, Vrerki groaned as the space underneath his equine penis opened, two balls dropping out to rest underneath his cock. His horse cock began to deform, swelling and lengthening, whilst growing a knot at its base and its tip flaring into a point. Looking up at his face, Vulpin saw her old face, grinning down at her.

<Now, let me show you the pleasures of a woman.>, he said, grabbing his erect cock and placing it between her legs. Without warning, he slid it into her, as she screamed in pleasure. He began to pump his cock further into her tight folds, before finally knotting her with a pop.

<Hnnng!> he groaned, pumping his seed inside of Vulpin. Exhausted, she released all the tension in her body, and fell asleep upon the table.

Waking up to see the restraints gone, Vulpin sat up, realizing that he'd gone back to his male body.

<Ah, you are awake...> Vrerki sat in a chair next to him, also back to her original form. <I have thought about things. You tell them you killed me and I will stop tormenting those pesky hunters, fun as it may be. Deal?>

"Deal." He said, relaxed. He'd not had that much pleasure in a long time. Picking up his spear, he waved Vrerki goodbye and left the hut, beginning the journey back to his tribe. They'd probably grown anxious due to his extended absence. Once again, he began to run into the jungle, looking back one more time at the hut.

The hut, however, was gone.