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The Denseri Chronicles

Seventh Invocation

Tricks for Treats

Written By Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com)

Rye came up behind Panthera, slipping his paws under her arms and wrapping them over her tight belly. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

The lioness giggled softly, her tail flicking up against his leg as she slowly turned around, her soft breast pressing against his chest. A lock of hair fell across her eyes and came to rest on the bridge of her muzzle. "I'm doing okay."

He reached up and pushed the hair back up over her ear. "Are you sure? There's no reaction from the necklace?" he asked with genuine worry.

It had taken him almost three weeks to work out how to remove the necklace without destroying the spells on it. There was a risk that some part of the spell might have imprinted on her. The fact that nothing had happened in the last two days was reassuring.

"I'm fine," she repeated. "Everything is back to normal, no more she-male kitty. At least until I want to be one," she said with a soft voice, a hint of a blush passing over her ears.

He leaned forward and kissed her softly on her full lips. They parted for him and their tongues pressed together, teasing each other for a few moments before they slowly parted. "Now that you have your cunny back, we should give it a test. Just to make sure everything is back in place," he said, reaching down to press at her crotch.

Panthera giggled a bit and pushed him slightly away from her. "Oh, I have my plans! We're going to be having a lot of fun tonight."

The fox smirked a bit and reached up to paw at her full breasts, only to be interrupted by the shrill beeping of the microwave.

She pulled away from his touch and moved towards the microwave, allowing him a view of her perfect ass in her tight pants. Rye reached and ran his fingers over the firm rump, slowly pulling back to stroke along the length of her sexy tail.

With a giggle she pulled the bag of popcorn out of the microwave and dropped it into a large bowl. Licking her fingers she pulled the bag open, balancing her hands to keep them away from the steam that floated to the ceiling. With a quick twist she emptied the bag into the bowl, shaking it a bit to get the last few pieces free.

Rye reached around and scooped the bowl up as she threw the bag away. Balancing the bowl in one hand he picked up a couple of sodas in the other and walked out of the kitchen, Turning down the hallway he followed it to the entertainment room.

The room itself was dark, the only real illumination coming from the large screen mounted on the far wall. Speakers lined the walls of the room and in one corner stood a set of shelves filled with all the stereo equipment, many different lights glowing slightly in the darkness.

There were a pair of large couches in the middle of the room, with a few smaller chairs around the edge and a love seat against the back wall. A circular table filled the center of the room and a few bean bags had been pulled into the room as well, filling much of the remaining floor space. Almost every place that someone could sit was filled with one of their friends, all of them watching the movie as it unfolded on the screen.

Rye set the popcorn and sodas down on the table, then moved back to the love seat, dropping into the soft fabric. Panthera joined him a moment later, sinking into the seat and pressing up close to him. The small couch was on a large dais, raising it above the rest of the room like a throne, making Panthera the queen of the house.

He pressed against the lioness and tried to watch the movie. It didn't really interest him that much, but it was nice to have friends around. Some of them, like Eric, he almost never got to see unless he was changing them. Others like Zoie, came around often, but almost always came away the same as before.

The whole point of the night's endeavors was to hang around with friends and watch horror movies to celebrate Halloween. Panthera considered it a tradition in her household, though it always left Rye a little bit befuddled.

Across the room he spotted Leon fidgeting on one of the bean bags. The cheetah looked a bit flushed, his tail flicking slightly against his hips.

Rye gave the feline a closer look, wondering what was going on. He was surprised when he saw the cheetah pulled one leg up into his chest, pulling his pants tight around a familiar bulge in his crotch.

This interested Rye. He had no idea what had gotten the man so excited. He cast a glance at the screen, looking at it for the first time. He was surprised at what he was seeing. Somehow a buff looking wolf girl was half way through being turned into a cockroach. It was a rather nasty looking change, and the wolf was panicking, running down a long hallway.

As the wolf continued her change he heard Leon moan softly and shift again.

Rye smirked a bit and looked over the feline. He was a school friend of Panthera, and a coworker when she won the lottery. They would get together once or twice a week for coffee. He and Rye had talked now and then, but the feline had never wanted to be changed. Even so it was unmistakable that he was enjoying the images on the screen.

The moment that the cockroach girl met a rather sticky end, he climbed out of his seat and hurried out of the room. His hands were held over his crotch, but Rye was the only one who saw him leave.

"Your friend Leon really liked that part," he whispered to Panthera.

She looked toward him, her ears cocking slightly to the side. "Really?"

"Oh yes. I do believe he's off relieving himself."

Panthera smirked a bit and looked around the room. "I have an idea," she said, then climbed out of her seat.

Rye followed after her, and together the walked out of the entertainment room. Panthera was giggling a bit as they went, finally stopping in the kitchen.

"What is on your mind?" the fox asked.

Her smirk grew larger. "It's Halloween. Why don't you go peek into his mind. If Leon is hot for the change, you should give it to him. If he stays stop and means it, you stop, and he turns back at sunrise. Otherwise, I think tonight you should have some fun."

A long smile pulled across Rye's face as his bushy tail started to swish behind him. A pleasant shiver ran up the length of his body. "No permission needed. It's been a while."

The lioness nodded and slipped her arms around him, pulling him firmly against her large chest. He could feel her nipples and her rings pushing through the fabric of her shirt. "As long as everyone has fun."

"Of course," he replied, feeling his erection started to stir.

Panthera kissed his nose and slipped away from him. "Go, have some fun with Leon," she said, then turned and strolled back to the entertainment room.

Rye licked his lips in anticipation, reaching out to feel the rooms of the house. He could feel their friends in the entertainment room, and Panthera's own growing lust. He also found the cheetah in a guest room; his lust was like a beacon in the darkness.

He moved through the hallways, almost running but not making a sound. He came to a stop outside the door where Leon was pleasing himself. Leaning up against the door he could hear the soft grunting of the man's pleasure.

Slowly the fox turned the door handle and pressed the door open just enough to slip inside. He closed the door in silence then turned to look at his friend.

In retrospect he doubted that the stealth was needed. Leon was so involved in his own pleasure that very little would break through it. The cheetah was leaning against the end of the bed; his pants were pooled around his legs and his cock was in his hand. He was stroking it with short thrusts, whimpering with each one.

Without a word he reached out and peeked inside the feline's mind. Inside he saw the scene from the movie replaying, but with Leon in the place of the wolf girl. There was also the lack of being squashed at the end.

Rye sat down on the bed, enjoying the show as he started to gather his magic. He used it to lock the door, then added a couple extra spells so no one would even notice that the door was locked. He did not want anyone coming in, or the feline getting out.

He pulled his tail into his lap, petting the soft fur as he watched the feline. His face was pulled tight, and he was starting to grunt. He pulled his hand down the length of his shaft, pulling the skin tight before letting out a gasp and cumming. The moment he did he grasped tightly at the base of his cock, trying to block the flow of his seed.

Leon bucked against his hand then, letting out a gasp, fell back onto the bed, almost landing in Rye's lap. His eyes were tightly closed as he started to come down from his pleasure. He finally pulled his hand away, a single drop of thick white cum rolling out of the tip of his cock.

He lay on the bed for a few more moments, panting happily as he recovered from his self-pleasure. Finally he sat up and pulled his clothing back on. As he was fastening his belt he turned around and saw Rye. He let out a soft yelp and jumped back, almost hitting the wall. "What are you doing here? How long were you watching?"

The fox smirked and stood up, walking towards Leon.

Leon backpedaled a bit until he smacked against the wall. His ears flattened back on his head his tail flicking in agitation. "Rye?" he asked in a soft voice.

Bending down the fox whispered into the other man's ear. "I'll stop if you mean it when you say stop. You'll be safe, but there are no rules."

They locked eyes for a moment as a blush ran over Leon's face "What?"

The fox just ignored him, instead he just took a couple of steps back, his smirk growing larger as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I know what you are," he declared.

Lean gulped, turned and started to move away, but Rye reached out and grabbed the feline's arm, bringing him to a quick stop. He turned back to look at the fox with worry lining his face, which was enhanced by the black lines on his fur. "What I am?" he asked.

"Oh yes, I know exactly what you are. You might look like a cheetah, but it's just a mask. Under that fur you wear you are really just a bug."

The worry turned into full blown panic as he started to pull, trying to free his arm from the fox's strong grasp. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he protested as he kept pulling.

"Don't deny it; you know exactly what I'm talking about it. You're just a bug. A big fat bug pretending to be a sleek little feline," Rye said, his grip growing tighter. Magic was staring to tickle at his fur as it flowed into the other man's body. The front of his pants were starting to tent with his erection.

Leon was really squirming now, but made no statement to stop. He could clearly feel the magic running over him, his fur starting to stand upright around his thin neck. He twisted and pulled with even more effort, trying to get free of the tight grasp. Finally he braced himself against the wall and pulled as hard as he could.

There came a sound like tearing paper as the feline tumbled to the floor. He looked up at Rye with panic, his eyes wide, but his tail flicking in excitement. The feline looked down at his arm where Rye had been holding it and let out a cry. Instead of his lower arm he saw the thick pointed limb of an insect jutting out from his elbow.

Rye smirked and dropped the husk of an arm to the ground where it simply broke apart.

Now free of the feline's fur, the new limb started to grow, sliding out of his arm and swelling in girth. The flesh of his upper arm started to bulge from the growth, finally splitting open with the same dry tearing sound. With a twist of his arm the last of the dry flesh and fur fell away, allowing the large foreleg of a cockroach to slide free.

Leon lifted his new arm and looked at it, his mouth open in horror. He stared at the new limb, stretching it out to its full length then pulling it back towards his body. He reached up with his good hand and touched the strange appendage as it folded up.

Rye was expecting the cheetah to say stop. He could feel it building, but the word never came. Instead he lifted his new arm and reached out towards the fox. "Please, I'm not this. I'm not a bug," he begged. The words almost sounded convincing, but his pants were once again tight.

The fox shook his head, bending down to look at the half insect. "You say that, but it's not the way it looks to me. You're just a bug. A big cockroach trying to pass as a cheetah," he said. His erection was growing tighter at his crotch.

Leon closed his eyes, stretching out both of his arms, his new one reaching out much further. Almost in sympathy his other arm started to swell around his hand and fingers, gaps showing in the fur as the dry skin stretched in place.

The changing cheetah opened his eyes and looked at his bulging arm. Carefully he reached out with the insect limb, touching the tight flesh. There was a slight popping sound and the skin pulled apart. A second insect limb swelled out as his old pelt fell to the floor like ribbons.

He twisted the swelling arm, breaking it free of the last of the fur that encased it. He watched it grow until it was a match for the first limb.

Leon looked between his changed arms and slowly struggled up to his feet. His shirt was starting to look tight across his chest. The fur around his waist, just over the top of his pants, was starting to bulge.

"It's no use denying it anymore. It's pretty obvious that you're not a cheetah," Rye taunted, one hand rubbing at his crotch, teasing his hard shaft through the fabric.

The half insect looked down at his new arms, rubbing them against each other. The fabric of his shirt was starting to strain around his changing body. "No, I can't deny it," he said softly, his words coming out slightly muffled.

Leaning forward, Rye took his shirt in hand and with a touch of magic pulled it free, throwing it to the ground in one piece. Now he could really see the bulges around the cheetah's upper body, everything swelling and pushing under the fur.

"Then say it; say what you are," Rye demanded.

"I'm... I'm a bug. I'm a bug pretending to be a cheetah," Leon finally spoke out, sounding like his mouth was full of cotton. A wave of pleasure ran through him as he spoke. It was enough to make Rye moan in return.

As if on cue there was a new tearing sound and two bulges at his side came open. Two new legs starting to wiggle free of the broken fur.

The cheetah looked down, watching his new legs grow larger, twitching and moving as they grew out.

Leon rolled his head and coughed. His shoulders started to split, running from his new arms up his neck. He opened his jaws, spreading them wider than possible as black mandibles starting to push free. With a series of pops the fur around his head started to break away.

Finally he reached up, grasping his head with his new limbs. Holding as tight as he could he twisted and pulled. The skin tore then fell away, revealing the large insect head that had been hidden under the fur.

He rocked his head, twisting it back in place. His new mouth flexed as he looked at Rye with his compound eyes. The fur over his chest started to fall away, rolling up as it revealed the exoskeleton of the cockroach. All four of the new legs flexed and twisted as the former cheetah tried to find his balance, but failed.

With a strange squealing sound he tumbled forward and landed heavily on his upper limbs, the fur on his back falling away as he swelled even larger. He kicked his legs, his lower body starting to distorted inside his pants.

Rye leaned down, enjoying the tightness of his pants against his crotch. "Good bug," he said, rubbing the insect's head right between the antenna.

The former feline turned his head back to look over himself, then nodded his head with a happy chittering sound. He kicked his legs, trying to get the remains of his old form free. Nothing moved, the tightness of his pants were holding it in place.

Walking around his friend, Rye bend down and grabbed the long tan and black tail. He held it tightly in both paws and pulled hard. There was a moment of resistance before the whole back side started to part, his pants and legs sliding off in a single motion and allowing the rest of the cockroach to spill out.

The new insect scuttled away from his former shell. He moved stiffly as he tried to work all six of his new legs correctly. It only took a few moments before he had it down, and had crawled up onto the bed, twisting around to look at the fox.

The remains of the cheetah body collapsed into a dusty heap, breaking up in only a few moments. It left only his clothing and a few strands of fur covered with dust.

Rye brushed himself off, still rock hard from the change. He casually walked over to the bed and sat down next to the person sized insect. Reaching out he placed a hand on the bugs leg, feeling the stiff outer shell.

Leon leaned his head down and pressed it against Rye's legs.

He started petting over the insect's legs, feeling him start to shrink as he did so. The cockroach noticed this and looked up at his friend.

"No bug is the size of a cheetah," the fox explained with a slight shrug.

With a nod Leon climbed into Rye's lap. At first he was far to big for it, but that was an issue that was quickly resolving itself. He did drop one leg between the fox's legs, teasing at his erect cock.

Rye reached into his friend's mind, and found he was worried he would lose his mind with his size, though one part of him wished that he would lose it, to become nothing but a bug. Rye decided to compromise, allowing the cockroach's mind to become more insect like as he lost size, but never enough to forget who he really was.

The cockroach noticed the change and looked up, letting out anther happy chitter as he shrank down to the size of a small dog.

"You have the run of the house, and no one can hurt you. Just be back here by sunrise. Go--enjoy yourself."

Leon nodded his head, his shrinking coming to a stop when he was just a bit larger than a normal cockroach. He looked around a bit more, then leaped from the fox's lap and hurried for the doorway, almost lost in the carpet. As soon as he was at the door he hunkered down, wiggled under the edge and vanished into the house.

For a moment Rye pondered how a cockroach would masturbate, but decided that it wasn't the time for such thoughts. Instead he collected Leon's clothes, folded them up, and set them down on the bed.

With a flick of his hand he broke the spell on the door and stepped back into the hallway. He glanced along the floor but couldn't see any sign of the new cockroach.

Smirking to himself, he started back towards the entertainment room. He only reached the kitchen when he heard someone calling out his name.

"Rye!"

He stopped and looked into the kitchen. Zoie was sitting at the kitchen table, rolling a can of beer between her paws with two empties on the table next to her. The vixen smiled behind her glasses, her three tails flicking behind her. He had given her two of the tails, it was the first, and only, change she had ever requested.

With a smile he walked over and sat down at the table, his eyes looking over the empty cans. "How are you, Zoie?"

She shrugged a bit and fiddled with her can. "I'm okay. I was just getting bored with the movies. Panthera said I could have a drink if I liked." To punctuate this she drank the rest of the beer.

Rye smiled a bit, watching as she pushed the now empty can to sit with the others. "Looks like you've had a lot to drink."

"Ya, I do that, though the alcohol doesn't really effect me that much," she said with a lopsided grin, ear ears hanging down into her hair.

He smiled and stood up from his chair. "Then would you like another one?"

"Sure," she agreed, her face lighting up with a smile as she spoke.

Rye moved quickly to the refrigerator, gabbing a fresh can of beer. As he walked back to the table he debated putting a spell on it to make her less drunk, but decided that if she thought she could handle it he would let her try. Anyway, she was already too drunk to make it home.

Sitting down he passed the can over to the vixen. "So, how have things been for you?"

Zoie smiled wide, her ears clinking slightly as they perked up. "Pretty good. My girlfriend moved in last month."

"Oh! Congratulations. I didn't even know you liked girls. What is she?"

The vixen smirked and opened her beer, taking a quick sip of it. "Normally I don't, but she is a cute little otter with a very nice tail. I don't think either one of us were looking, but we're happy together."

"Bet she likes your tails."

"Hell ya!" She leaned back to look at the trio of tails behind her, flicking them all. "She's been begging me to find out how I got them."

Rye reached out to touch her free hand. "Then tell her; maybe I can do something for her," he said, wiggling the fingers of his other hand.

The vixen laughed softly and took another drink. "I have no idea what she would want."

"We'll just have to ask her then," he said.

She nodded, taking another drink, then letting out a belch that seemed to surprise her. "I'm drunk," she said.

"Four cans can do that," he replied. "You can sleep here tonight. We have plenty of guestrooms, though there is a cockroach running around but he's a friendly sort."

Zoie smiled a bit. "Thank you I think I will."

He offered out a hand. "I'll take you to a room."

"Oh no! I'm not tired yet, just drunk and bored," she replied, slurring her words a bit as she drank more of her beer.

"Well, I'm sure I can find a way to keep you occupied," he said with a smirk, leaning in slightly to look at the woman's eyes.

She paused, then giggled, looking back at her tail. "There isn't anything I want added to me."

"Nothing forever, just something for tonight," he replied, feeling his sheath start to swell in anticipation.

The vixen paused for a moment, then giggled softly. "Well, it is Halloween..."

He nodded. "Anything you want to be?"

Zoie leaned back and smiled, thinking for a few moments. "How about a ghost?"

"No," he said without a moments thought.

She blinked in surprised. "I thought you could do anything?"

Rye let out a sigh and leaned forward. "It's not a simple as that. Being a ghost isn't just a bit of magic, there is much more to it. It needs a strong release of a soul, you have to die for real."

"Oh," she said, her ears dropping down a bit. "And you can't bring me back?"

"Well... once a soul has been released... the power... I don't have enough power to bring a soul back. I can try to hold a soul to a body, but after death it's iffy that it will stay, and it's very easy to break. That being said, I can do it, I can make you a ghost, but the odds are that you will stay dead."

Zoie shivered a bit and pushed back slightly from the table. "I'd rather not."

"Anyway, I'm not allowed to fiddle with souls anymore," he replied, then reached out to pick up her beer, drinking the rest of it.

The vixen smiled a bit, her ears falling back slightly. "Anymore?"

He smirked a bit and stood up, placing the empty can with the others. "It's surprising what you can do with enough power," he said with a smirk. "Want another beer?"

"No, I think I've had enough."

"Want anything else?" he asked.

She shook her head, then looked down at her paws, knitting them together. She lowered her eras slightly and flicked her tails. Rye could tell she was thinking, but wasn't sure what it was about.

"I can do a little magic, make you sober," he suggested.

"No, I don't mind too much. Lucy knows not to expect me tonight," she said, still looking down at her paws.

Rye nodded. "I hope I can meet her."

The vixen nodded again, then snapped her head up. "Giraffe."

"Hyena," the fox replied.

She shook her head. "No silly! Make me a giraffe."

Rye cocked his head to the side. "I don't think I've ever done anything with that species before. Morphic or not?"

"Animal," she replied.

He felt his cock beginning to stir again. Without a further word he reached out and touched her hands. There was a slightly jolt of power between them and they both smiled.

Zoie closed her eyes, gasping softly, reaching up to touch her forehead. Under her touch two large horns were starting to rise up in front of her ears.

The fox stood up and moved to her side. "We better get you someplace where you can fit. I think you're too tall for the kitchen."

"Of course," she said, her hands teasing along the growing horns, tan fur was wrapping over them and small tufts of hair clung to the very top of them.

He gently took her by the arm and walked her towards one of the guest rooms. As they walked her hair started to slide back into her scalp, growing shorter with each step until it nearly vanished under the fur. The only thing left was a thin streak down her head and the back of her neck.

As they came to the doorway he waved his hand, reworking the room on the other side to be something more appropriate. As the door opened the vixen gasped, seeing a huge room with a thirty foot high ceiling, trees along the edges and a few in the middle. The floor was covered with grass, and a huge pool filled in the middle of the room. Sunlight was falling as if it was natural, slowing setting in the distance.

"This is wonderful," she said, pulling out of Rye's grasp and walking towards the edge of the pool. She turned back to smile at him, her tongue flicking out much longer than normal, tan fur starting to run down from her horns and over the top of her head.

Rye nodded and closed the door, leaning against it, feeling his pants grow tighter as he watched her changes. "It's yours for tonight. You had better strip unless you want to burst out of your clothing."

"Oh, right," she said, fumbling with her clothing, pulling her shirt off and throwing it to the side, followed soon by her bra, her nearly flat chest hardly needing the support. She wiggled out of her pants and panties in one go, though they did catch on her tails for just a moment.

As soon as she was nude she let out a cry, looking at her hands. The fingers were starting to shift and merge, the claws swelling out over the digits, covering them as the bones shifted around. In moments she had two large split hooves instead of hands.

She giggled at this and turned to look at Rye. "Having fun?" she asked, clicking her new hooves together.

"Oh yes," he said.

The vixen nodded, the tan fur running down her head, the color shifting to white around her ears and cheeks. She blinked twice, her eyes changing from a pretty blue to a dark brown, the pupils pushing out the whites.

She rolled her head, then let out a cry, her muzzle starting to push out larger, her eyes sliding apart, moving to the sides of her head.

Zoie turned to look at herself in the pool, the water was flat, making it a perfect mirror. She watched her own refection as her face continued to change, swelling and twisting until she was left with the head of a giraffe. As the last of the red fur faded away, spots formed under her jaw.

Turning to look at Rye she tried to say something but only came out with a whimper of some sort. Her fat lips parted and a long tongue snaked out of her mouth.

It was a strange look; her new head was much larger than her body.

Letting out a cry, the half-vixen twisted and fell to the ground; her feet were starting to change into hooves. She watched with a look of pleasure in her eyes as her toes reformed, her feet stretching as they did so. White fur started to rise up from them along her legs.

Rye moved over to her, enjoying the feelings coming from her body. He helped her up onto all four hooves, holding her as she tried to get her footing.

With a soft creaking her arms started to stretch out, growing longer and thicker as the fur color started to change. Once the white fur reached her elbows, now more like knees, it started to grow darker, spots forming as well. The same thing was happening with her hind legs.

The fox let go of his friend when her front legs were slightly longer then her rear ones. She took a few steps, trying to find some stability as she flicked out her still vulpine tails.

He took a few steps back, smiling at her changes. She looked silly, with the head and legs of a giraffe, but the body of a vixen.

Zoie started to walk around in circles. Each step she took increased the length of all four legs, rising her higher and higher into the air.

Finally the changes started to reach her body, the color of her fur changing, the familiar pattern of dark brown spots forming over her flank. Things were starting to reform, her breasts vanishing while her nipples became thicker. They quickly migrated down her belly to settle into a small udder between her hind legs.

She shifted her legs as her body grew wider, her whole body swelling. At the same time her changes started to run down her tails, each one growing thinner, covered with the distinctive pattern of fur. At the same time the fur on the tips grew longer, stretching out with a mix of red and white hair, the only indication that she was once a vixen.

As Zoie's body settled into place she shifted herself around to look at Rye, snorting a bit. Her neck was the only thing that hadn't changed yet, and it made her look rather silly.

Rye smiled back at the odd looking giraffe and chuckling happily. With a wave of his fingers her neck started to grow.

The first change came over her shoulders, swelling out and lifting up her head. Her neck started to stretch at the same time, starting to reach for the sky. Red fur gave way to brown and tan, spots forming in place as the neck grew longer.

Zoie leaned her head back, looking up at the trees above her, reaching out her tongue for them.

With a smile Rye adjusted her mind as well, allowing her the instincts she needed, and at the same time reshuffling her mind a bit. Just like Leon, she would be a giraffe that knew what she really was.

Her neck continued to grow, arching higher into the air. She reached her tongue out higher, moving on her new legs until she stood under one of the trees. She kept growing, her lips smacking as she neared her goal.

Then, with almost an orgasmic cry, her tongue wrapped around some of the leaves and pulled them into her muzzle. She started to chew, her three tails flicking in enjoyment.

Rye smiled at this, watching as the giraffe enjoyed her meal.

"She looks happy," Panthera said from behind his back.

He turned around to look at his girlfriend. The lioness was standing in front of the door, nude as the day she was born with her arms folded under her gigantic breasts.

"This is a surprise," he said, walking up to her and pulling her into his arms. He leaned over her breasts to kiss her and then gave her a smile. "What brings you here?"

She smiled and ran her hands over his head. "The party was over, and I was looking for Zoie. When I didn't find her I tried the nearest guest room, just in time to watch her grow that wonderful neck of hers. She makes a pretty giraffe."

Rye nodded and pressed a bit closer. "And why are you nude?"

"Because I thought it would be fun to fuck here. Some nice savanna for some fun," the lioness said, her hand slipping down to grasp at his hard cock through his pants.

He smiled and kissed her. "Sounds nice."

Panthera smiled a bit, then giggled as she heard Zoie cry out. They both looked at the giraffe, who was watching them with an amused look.

"I think we have an interested audience."

The lioness nodded. "So I see. She'll turn back at dawn, right?"

"Just like Leon," he replied.

She sighed and looked the giraffe offer, her paw stroking over Rye's back. "Seems such a short time. Is there anyway you can make it last longer?"

The fox flicked his ears back and thought for a moment. "I can make time go slower in this room. It's about one AM, and dawn is around seven. I think I make those six hours last between five to seven days in here."

"I see," Panthera said, then turned to look at Zoie, her hair flipping around and pelting Rye across the muzzle. The fox sputtered and chuckled in amusement.

"Zoie, would you like to be a giraffe longer?" she asked.

The giraffe flicked her ears back, then nodded her head happily.

Rye smirked at her and let the spell go. There was a shiver as the room shifted a bit in time. The walls creaked slightly, and the trees waved in a sudden burst of wind, then all was still.

"There," he said, turning to look at Panthera. "It has its own time zone."

"Good," she replied, then lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his body and sending both of them tumbling into the grass. They rolled a bit, laughing together as they came to a stop near the base of one tree.

Their lips met in a kiss, Rye's hands running over her full breasts, while her paws worked at his pants, trying to get them free.

He broke away from the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off his head and throwing it to the side. As he did so the lioness pulled his pants off his hips, letting his hard cock bounce free.

With a few more twists he was just as nude as she was, his clothing tossed out of the way. Rye rolled over finding himself on his back, the grass rising up around him as his girlfriend straddled his legs.

A smile crossed her lips as she reached down to grab his cock, starting to stroke it in her paws. "I've missed this," she purred.

"Then don't let it sit fallow," he replied with a wink.

She nodded, rising up slightly and moving herself forward until she was right above his shaft. Holding it with one hand she started to lower herself down until the head of his cock was teasing her eager sex.

The touch brought a gasp from the both of them, and Panthera lowered herself quickly down onto his length. He let out a moan, grabbing the grass under him as her warm pussy enveloped his shaft until he was competently buried in her.

With a ragged breath Rye reached up and grabbed the lioness's hips. "Oh, fuck me hard!"

She just leaned forward, letting her massive breasts dangle down, the nipple rings rubbing at the fur of his chest. She looked him in the eyes, lust burning in hers as she started to rock against him, thrusting her hips up then slamming them back down.

Panthera let out a soft moan as Rye started to thrust back at her, matching her rhythm. His hands moved away from her hips, taking her firm full breasts into her fingers, squeezing them gently as they bounced from the fucking.

The lioness let out a whimper. "Oh, I've missed this," she moaned, gasping out the words between each thrust.

Saying nothing in reply, Rye just increased the strength of his thrusting.

She whimpered, arching her back and jutting her breasts forward. Rye grasped them, slipping a finger between each nipple ring and pulling gently at them. The teasing made her cry out again, her tail flicking quickly in excitement over his legs.

Their speed increased as their pleasure started to echo between them. Each movement and thrust one made was matched by the other. Rocking and twisting with each other, their moans mingled together.

Finally Panthera slammed herself down on Rye's cock, letting out a scream of pleasure as she started to shake. Her climax washed over her in waves as her pussy gushed out over his crotch.

Rye thrusted back into her, letting go of her breasts and grabbing the ground. With a cry he allowed his own release, his cum shooting deep into her with each twitch and pull of his balls.

Together their bodies pressed tight, for a moment becoming a single being before crashing back to the real world.

Panthera fell down on her boyfriend, panting deeply as she buried her face against his shoulder. He reached up to place a hand on her back, holding her close, feeling her breasts push against his body.

"I love you, Rye," she said, starting to catch her breath.

"I love you too, Panthera," he replied, disengaging from her then cuddling up at her side.

She kissed him on the cheek, then looked up, giggling when she saw the giraffe head hovering half a dozen feet above them. The lioness smirked a bit. "Enjoy the show, Zoie?"

The giraffe nodded her head, the long tongue flicking out to lick over her face.

Panthera smiled and cuddled up to her fox. "Good," she said, then looked at Rye. "I think it's time for a nap."

He smiled back to her. "We have the time. A full night's sleep will be less than an hour outside."

"Good," she replied, then closed her eyes and rested her head against him, her soft purr quickly petering off into sleep. The sun started to set behind the trees, almost like it was called down by her sleeping.

Without a word Rye kissed her cheek and closed his eyes, trying to find his own sleep. Soon the room was quiet as darkness fell upon the fox, the lioness, and the giraffe.

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Story copyright 2010 by Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com), reposting and archiving are allowed as long as copyright notice and author'ss name are not removed. This story can not be published without permission of the author.