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High in the twilight sky, the moon was in full bloom, bathing the world around it a soft glow. What was normally a dark forest of shapes and quiet sounds of nocturnal fauna was a world between. A small taste of nature's colors teased the eyes as those living in the forest tried to stay out of obvious view or admired the starry sky, oblivious to the new danger in their midst.

One of those creatures of the night was laying prone behind some of the scenery, his eyes set across the way to a building that defiantly glared back at Sweet Luna above. It's eclectic mish-mash of red and white bricks and whatever else made up modern buildings set a much different tone from the slow grown, natural trees. Windows all over let out the sunny glow of artificial lighting as creatures human and other frolicked about inside, playing games of whimsy and carnality.

Sickle let out a controlled sigh as he watched the building with a mix of envy, judgement, and impatience. He had been lying here for hours now, his body twitching and wanting to do something more active to enjoy the bright moon above. He let his nerves have their way for the moment, twitching muscles and tail as he shifted in place to scratch at an itch along his thigh, eyes not leaving the building for a moment.

Not a stitch of man's clothing concealed his body. He had cast it all off before his change into his empowered form, lest it be ripped to shreds from his growth. He was a werewolf - a creature of wildness and appetites - and his current food of choice was this building before him. This tempting, indulging little place that had denied him when the sun was out.

This Café Plaisir.

He had arrived by strange means to this place - a portal in the wilderness, following directions from another world about a mysterious place where one could indulge in lewd fantasies without anyone blinking an eye. Such a thing would have been the talk of drunks lost in dreams, were it not for the fact that he had been through several such portals before, and those sharing the stories had their own personal tales to tell of the place as well.

He had arrived at the Café as a bipedal wolf named Barten, dressed in denim, cotton and polyester like many of the patrons. Not much bigger than a human, his grayish, black-and-silver fur made him seem very lupine compared to some commonbred dog. He had been worried his strange appearance might alarm the denizens of the world of his otherworldly nature...

Then he witnessed one after another of bizarre bodies that apparently made up the creatures of the realm, and of the Café. So many clashing colors, strange elemental powers, shapes and voices. If any of these creature had visited his world, they would have likely been treated as demons! Here, however, they were the norm, just as most any human might be.

No one seemed to bat an eye at him when he had gone in. He had a feeling the humans simply assumed him to be another one of the other creatures, despite his clothing.

At least he wouldn't need to worry about hiding himself.

Unfortunately, the one snag he did run into was money - He was not familiar with the currency used, though the coins he had were considered acceptable and could be converted. The suggestions that had been made implied he didn't have very much - maybe an hour with one of the lesser whores (they referred to them a waiters). Still, Barten was tempted, given the types of creatures he had seen. He ventured deeper into the house of sin.

Barten let out another huff as memories of before stirred in his gut. He was still suffering from the case of blue balls that damned building had given him! He let himself grind gently into the ground as he tried to maintain his focus on the place, but the memories rose up, undeterred, and mocked him......

He had run into a particular creature - a Pokemon as they apparently were called - who reminded him of moonlight and darkness. He had a feral body compared to his anthro state, yet spoke quite clearly, and with an attitude beyond his size.. He had found that amusing still, and had whispered some of his desires to the waiter-whore in hopes of having a time most grand indeed...

Only to be denied with a laugh, and told his ass was too expensive for him!

Barten was not one to take such insults lightly - and not able to find a proper verbal counter, had left the place without any gratification. That had been yesterday. He had retreated back into the forest, and to vent his anger, he had stripped down and run through the place, hoping to find someone to take out his pent up desires on, especially when the first full moon had come out....

Whether it was this world or simply his hormones acting up on him, Barten had felt so much more alive in his awakened body than he normally did. His changes often riled up his emotions further still when they were induced by the moon, and he had been ready to break a boulder with his loins if there had been one around to do so - if he had been desperate enough.

But luck was not with him that night. There he had been, running around, a fierce howl on his lips, a turgid, red lance ready to make anyone unlucky enough to cross his path gush, and he had found no-one to rut mercilessly; to ravage. Not a single creature, wild or unwitting! It was as if they had been forewarned of his coming and had sunk into the earth, invisible to his nose!

In this body he called himself Sickle, for it was a much more outspoken, wild mentality compared to his meek mind as Barten This body and mind answered to no one but the laws of nature - Might makes Right, ruled only by his own means. Sickle had been most furious about not finding anyone to sate his lust on.

Slowly the atmosphere of the area darkened - the clouds had moved to obscure the lovely rays of the moon, leaving the stark contrast between the Café lights and the outside all the sharper. His own hiding place became even more obscured now, and with it, he relaxed slightly more, attempting to focus on his vigil.

His length was fully extended, grinding slowly against the dirt and grass as a faint echo of a growl went through his throat. He had barely managed to keep himself from pleasuring himself to relief that night. A plan had come to mind in those hours of need, which was what had him here now, hiding in the bushes, naked and wanting, waiting...

Then-

From one side of the Café, there was movement. Sickle's eyes turned and focused on the concealed shape. His eyes weren't fully adjusted yet from the moon's absence, but even then, all he had to do was wait for it to enter the light of one of the windows to see if it was a worthwhile target....

Oh, let it be someone tender. Delicious, Delicate...

He was a law unto himself, after all; why should he pay with silly human monies when he could take his pick of prey as nature intended? Besides, he only intended to rut them til he was spent, not eat them! Plenty of these creatures seemed sturdy enough to take a good fucking.

All the sweeter if they're delicate, though...

The figure finally came into the light, and Sickle felt his heart and shaft leap with glee. It was him! The little bastard who had denied him! He had to hold back a manic giggle. Oooh, this would be so poetic! Perhaps luck was with him after all!

This would be well worth a night of being pent up if he got to release it all on the target of his frustrations.

Slowly, Sickle rose up just enough to let himself crawl - no, prowl - closer to his prey. He had to follow the edge of the forest because of the wide open space between it and the building - if he went out now, the sound of his running would be heard even if he wasn't spotted. He needed to be as close as possible, to have the shadow of the clouds in his favor.

His plans were quickly splitting in his mind, debating between the ideal course of action. Should he grab the bitch and head into the forest, so he could take more of his time? Or should he pounce them right there, between the shadows of light coming from the windows, just out of sight, yet in plain view for anyone to witness the ravaging to come?

That made his claws dig into the dirt as he paused, assessing his position. That last idea had a definite appeal to it - not only could he sate himself on the one that spurned him, but he could leave a message to the others as well.

And maybe I can run off with him afterwards anyways, and let them panic as I enjoy myself even more!

He held back another maniacal giggle.

Each fantasy sprang a new one as his lust grew, but this was not unusual for him. With ease of practice he lifted himself from the ground and carefully made his way along the forest edge to get closer to his prey. Whatever idea he stuck with would be decided at the right opportunity...

The cloud cover was still with him as he found the closest possible point. The smaller creature had moved in between two of the windows at this point, but was still discernible, looking off in another direction entirely. There was enough distance that if he timed it right, he could move forward a ways and leap, leaving only the sound of his launch to give him away before he pounced upon his target. So long as the clouds kept true...

A glance up - he had enough time. No more hesitation.

So he moved. He leapt.

He saw one of their ears twitch - but by the time they had turned to look it was too late. His hands were upon them, slamming them into the ground as his weight gave him advantage. He felt the gasp as the air was knocked out of their lungs, preventing a cry of alarm. He had only moments to secure his prey to make this work!

The clouds passed the moon, bathing the scene in a wash of purple-tinted lunacy. The alarmed face of the Umbreon stared up at him, those red eyes focusing, strange yellow markings seemingly glowing in reaction to the moonlight. His form was pinned beneath both hands, keeping him from fighting back - for that moment. Sickle watched his gaze follow down his body, to the silhouette of his throbbing shaft. Sickle's muzzle broke into a savage grin as he watched those eyes widen, and then he moved in for the mounting.

And in that moment, the most bizarre thing happened, instantly pausing all thought.

"Well now, this won't do! Maybe you should try spending a few minutes in the others shoes?"

All of Sickle's adrenaline froze in that moment. What in the name of Luna was going-!?

---

When SIckle's eyes opened again, he found himself staring up at a purple-tinted moon. His head and lungs hurt, as did many other parts of his body - as if he had taken a tumble down the side of a cliff. He knew enough that it was all superficial, but it was the headache muddling his mind that made things seem worse.

He tried to reach up to grab at his head, but found his limbs acting oddly. Had he somehow broken his arm? Had that Pokemon knocked him out somehow? Feeling a need for air, he sucked in a breath, righting one problem of several. It was a start.

His gaze focused on the paw that came into his view, wiggling its digits as he tried to work his fingers. It took a few seconds to realize what was wrong.

Invigorated by panic, Sickle managed to flail and bring himself onto all four paws - yes, paws. It wasn't that different from how he normally moved, but he was without a doubt on all fours by design rather than purpose. His body felt smaller, more compact, and everything was a little off. And over to his side was someone else who seemed to be having a similar case of confusion...

Sickle stared dumbly for a moment as he watched himself sitting on his haunches, wiggling finger tips with what looked like wonder in his face, throbbing flesh wobbling between his legs and pointing at him threateningly.

Wait, his dick was pointing at him!? But he was here! Not There! And how did-!?

"So this is what it's like to have thumbs." Sickle heard himself (the one over there) say, before their gaze fixed onto him. An uncanny, spin-chilling stare of a predator sighting prey.

Sickle had always had a good sense of instinct for danger, and it did not fail him in realizing his doppleganger was about to strike. The unfamiliar body, however, made his reaction time too slow - he had barely managed to leap to the side before his lower half was tackled to the grass.

He couldn't help but notice how much smaller he felt in comparison to himself right now as he tried to scramble free, but to no avail. No longer at the advantage, Sickle felt those two large, fearsome hands pin him in place, just like he had done earlier, but from the other side.

Other Sickle grinned menacingly at the sight before him. "Oh no. You're not going anywhere!" he declared, working his hands up Sickle's new body and getting in closer. "You started this fight. You're gonna finish it. But before we get to that, why don't you tell me why you thought it was smart to swap us?"

Swap them? Sickle had no idea what he was talking about. "W-What do you-!?"

Fuck, even his own voice was different. In fact, he sounded disturbingly like...

"That's just fucking weird." Other Sickle muttered, then growled. "Stop acting like such a pansy! You're making me look pathetic!"

He sounded just like the waiter, the one that had snubbed him, that he had planned on getting his revenge on. What was his name?

Chai...

Sickle felt even more alarmed now. He had no such ability to swap bodies, and from the questions, neither did Chai. Everything was going horribly, horribly wrong. He had to escape somehow; to get his body back! "Wait! I give! Mercy! I want my mphpmph!"

Chai's new hands reached up and grabbed at Sickle's throat, cutting off his air and words. "Uh uh, you're not the one in control here. You don't get to make the rules. And since you don't seem to want to explain yourself..."

Sickle felt something wet and blunt jab at his underside - whatever it was seemed enormous, and it took him a few moments to realize what it was.

"...Then I'll just have to make use of this little thing you got here, since you had it out and ready for me already."

Oh shit.

Sickle tried to speak out on the hold on his throat, but he could barely make a sound - he didn't want to risk losing his air, which was already straining. Mercifully, the grip shifted, clamping down on his muzzle but leaving his nose free, allowing him to bring in a fresh scent of life as his body then tried to use the new air to hyperventilate.

He fidgeted. He squirmed. He tried to jerk free. He could feel this body had potential - it was hardly as delicate as it had seemed before, but Chai had secured him too quickly for him to make use of it. The new werewolf had his head in hand, the other pressed firmly into his back, and his legs around his haunches, allowing him to grind and jab at his backside with a shaft that would surely be too big. Chai wasn't hesitating to tease him about it either, taking several chances where he could have actually jammed himself in to make his small body whine at the impending pressure.

"Yeah, that's right. I put this in you and you'll squeal like a bitch I bet." The werewolf said in a low, whimsical voice as he leaned in again. The grinding had stopped, but now the tip was clearly pressed and poised - he was done teasing. "So I'll give you one more chance to fix this. Fix this, and save yourself the buttfuck of a lifetime."

There was a pause of silence. Sickle knew he was waiting to see if their bodies would swap again. With every fiber of his being, Sickle prayed and willed and madly grasped at whatever power he could feel inside to try and switch them back, not knowing if he could even do it, let alone how it had happened the first time.

Instead of switching back, he found himself staring to glow. Yellow rings on his body taking up a steady shine and basking them both in a new light. It had apparently gone out earlier during the confusion.

"I guess that means we do this the fun way then."

No! No no no Please LUNA NONO!

Chai pressed forward and met resistance. Sickle tried to clamp down, then screamed into his trapped mouth as Chai gave a grunt and forced his way past easily.

Sickle had never experienced penetration of his own body before. He had always been the one giving, never receiving. He knew offhand that Chai had in theory done both, so if he had been a spectator in all this, he would have hoped it wouldn't hurt too much, even if their size was a bit off.

It felt very, very different from that hope.

Splitting pain, stretching pain, an intangible pressure clearly opening him wide and sliding in with a sting, a burn, and more still as it spread inward. Sickle knew his pre was usually pretty generous, but there had been little prepwork done. He felt his insides ignite with a glorious fire of agony until the large knob that was his knot met his rear. The sudden jarring broke the sensation just enough to let it renew, starting the pain all over again. He could feel the tears leaking down into the hand grasping his muzzle shut even as his body tried so hard to fight back, to push out the invader.

"One..."

Chai drew back at about half the pace he had pushed in, making Sickle gasp before it came back again with another bump of the knot.

"Two..."

And so he went, a slow, unyielding fuck as Chai counted upward, making Sickle twitch and squirm more as his raw, likely bleeding hole was opened again and again. Things seemed to be moving more smoothly at least - and the fire only seemed to grow.

Eventually it lead to another pause. "Seven, eight, nine, ten..." Chai held himself inside his sobbing prey. "MMmmrph. This is really weird, but I'll take it all the same. Now one more time - change us back, or I'll see if I can make you loose enough for the knot. I promise you I can do it. I should know - that's my body after all." The hand on Sickle's muzzle loosened and moved, allowing his jaw to work again...

With that freedom, Sickle did speak - in a wail of pain and terror. He may have intended to beg for mercy, but the next thing he knew, a finger was jammed across the inside of his maw, digging into the space behind the fangs and keeping his mouth open, but unable to clearly speak. "What did I say about making me look like a pansy? Fine then. We'll go with twenty and see if that makes you smarten up!"

Noooo! Sickle whined and tried to squirm, flailing wildly as his body was suddenly lifted up! His ass used as a tilting point, he found himself being hoisted up and held against his body's fluffy chest. His limbs hung uselessly as gravity pressed onto his ass with dire intent, pressing that knot against him all the tighter. Thankfully (he thought), he was by no means loose enough to actually sink onto it.

Perversely, that wasn't the worst part yet to come, as he felt a new weight on his body become apparent.

"Oh? Is someone enjoying themselves?" Chai couldn't help but chuckle a bit, adjusting his hold to reach out and grasp tightly on the dangling, engorged rod that was the Umbreon's own shaft. "I guess we just can't help ourselves. Okay then. Since you clearly want it so badly, We'll make it forty and see if you can last that long."

Sickle felt flushed with shame at the fact this body of his was apparently so aroused, even with all the pain going through him. He watched briefly as pre shot out into the grass from his new loins before he was being lifted up into the air...

...and dropped down sharply onto a knot too big.

"MMGPH!"

"One~"

Again, Chai counted each lift and plummet, hips pressing up to join the slapping of bodies. Sickle's body flailed harder, even as his own shaft swung with the movement. He felt himself connect several times to bits of his previous body - sharp claw tips catching skin and raking, surely leaving small claw marks on arms and legs - but he knew that wouldn't do any good. As a werewolf, he has enhanced healing - even with a bit of blood covering each wound, the skin beneath would heal up in a matter of seconds. If Chai had been sensitive to it at all, he made absolutely no hint of it as he kept guiding his body up and down.

No one passing by the windows gave them more than a cursory watch, if they noticed at all. Much like his own nefarious plan before, they either thought it was all intended to be seen, or were just too lost in their own fantasies to consider the possibility that...

Steadily the count rose. Ten, twenty, they were in the thirties when Chai's words became harder, less focused. He still had not managed to get that knot in, though he didn't seem to be trying as hard. Sickle was rather surprised at this point himself - His insides felt raw and stretched to a point where he'd be gaping. He was sure there was blood as well from the familiar scents in the air he could pick up.

Somehow, despite the shaft lodged in his ass, he was still resisting that knot. As well as he had from the beginning. He had no idea why...

"MMph! I don't remember being this much of a tight ass!" Chai muttered as his rutting paused a moment. The moment was a blessing and a curse as Sickle got a chance to feel relief - but without the distraction of the act his insides burned fiercely in complaint.

Then Chai lifted him up, popping free, leaving a splatter of fluids to hit the grass as his tail was unceremoniously yanked high - Chai was looking at his handiwork as the squirming Umbreon dangled in the air like a perverse candle - still glowing since he had started earlier.

"Well sonuvabitch. You're healing yourself." Chai sounded surprised. "No wonder you weren't loosening up as fast as I thought."

Healing himself? That didn't make sense to Sickle - his werewolf body could do that, yes, but why would he still be able to do that in another body entirely?"

"Fucking figures some asshat rapist can do Moonlight better than I can. Just for that, we'll gonna keep on going until you run out of juice or I plug your ass."

Sickle flailed and kicked and tried to yell around the hold on his mouth. He wanted to tuck his tail between his legs and do anything - anything else - it would take to get mercy!

Instead, Chai brought him back down again and lined his waiting shaft with his star again. There was no burning sensation of raw, abused sphincter - in all that time he had apparently healed over all the wounds that had been inflicted before.

Which probably meant that-

Chai jammed him down, hard, until the knot bounced against his cheeks again.

His would-be tightness before had also been restored, and promptly destroyed again.

Sickle's scream couldn't be completely muffled.

There was no count, and little else said. Small words of encouragement (and threat) were uttered as he rose and fell to his own body, watching eyes that were his but stolen peer into his own with a savage grin as his body was made into a plaything for someone who seemed much more a monster than he ever was.

Although it was hard to really make the comparison, what with the pain and shame going through his mind. Maybe he wasn't as much a monster as he was, if he considered other things he had done in the past...

Somewhere along the line Sickle couldn't help but feel his own burning need for release, but without anyone giving his current loins attention, all he could do, if he didn't find himself distracted enough by what was going on to his ass, was watching his cock flail and bounce, dripping and flinging pre about. A couple of Chai's thrusts had even put enough momentum in to make it smack against his belly, which seemed to amuse him greatly.

Finally, after an unseemly number of thrusts, Chai brought him down and kept him there, grinding him with determination against that knot as his hips gyrated upward. The growing growl and grumbles made it clear what was about to happen. Sickle's rear stretched and burned. Inside that iron rod of lupinity throbbed and gushed - his insides burned from a new presence as his inside were filled.

Yet somehow, he never felt the knot go all the way in, though Chai tried.

One similarity to wolves Sickle's body did not have was a prolonged orgasm. It was by no means short, and the Umbreon body had a generous load of seed splashed around and seeping out of it once Chai was finished enjoying the throes of climax. His knot deflated and the two were left there, panting and recovering.

"You put up a hell of a fight there, pansy." Chai finally muttered, almost sounding like he was admiring the fact he couldn't knot his own body. "But really, now would be a good time to fuckin switch us back before I repeat the damn lesson and see if a new position will do ya in."

Chai had removed his hand from SIckle's mouth at some point, leaving him actual space to moan in dismay as he saw the werewolf grinning at him.

"See, now that I got hands, I was thinking we might try some missionary next, or maybe press you up against the window and-"

Unnoticed by both, a wave of clouds began obscuring the moon above. Both bodies suddenly went inert, their hosts seeming to fall asleep...

---

Just like the last time, Sickle found himself waking to a headache and confusion. This time, at least, the only sense of pain he had apart from his head was the fact he felt like he had just had a good long run through the forest - only it was like he had been fucking the whole way through the run in the forest.

Which also explained why he was looking at a groaning Umbreon, swearing unintelligibly before him, covered in a mess of said fucking.

At least everything made sense this time around, apart from figuring out how they had switched bodies yet again.

Not wanting to take any chance of something strange happening a third time, Sickle began to pick himself up with the intent of fleeing - he had left his clothes a discreet distance away, near the portal he had arrived with. He would be able to scent them easily and get out before anyone else could show up and...

The silent form flew through the air behind him. He never even heard the faint rustle of the flora or the growl of anger from the vulpine creature.

The red and black, Nine-tailed fox pounced Sickle to the ground and pinned him there, completely dazed.

"I knew something was wrong." The low voice said as the werewolf felt a surge of heat hover above him. "No one takes advantage of my friend and gets away with it unscathed. You're mine now, troublemaker."

There was nothing Sickle could do in that moment, thrown off balance by the earlier trauma. All he could do was whimper and try to claim innocence as the new creature above simmered with heat. It was during this that Chai managed to push himself upright and take in the scene before him. "Where the fuck have you been, October?"

"I was patrolling around the other side of the building. I came running when I heard what sounded like you getting the mauling of a lifetime. You had me worried!" October sounded almost indignant, but the distraction of conversation meant the heat had died down a little, much to Sickle's relief.

Chai snorted at that. "Yeah, well, I was doing just fine, even if he caught me by surprise, but I wasn't the screamer - that was pansy here. Dumb fuck swapped our bodies so when I took advan-"

October interrupted. "Body swapped!? But, how, what, then...?"

Chai almost looked proud of himself. "I got him to swap us back by fucking him senseless."

"In your own body.", October stated.

"With his own body." Chai responded, almost challengingly.

"And it didn't occur to you that you could have accidentally fucked yourself to death, messing with some form you know nothing about?

Chai's look went from stunned, to thoughtful, then to embarrassed as he scowled. "He cheated! He was using Moonlight! I was being careful until he did that! Pansy kept healing himself to where I couldn't knot him!"

"Healed by moonlight?" October asked questioningly. The two took a step back from Sickle's body, almost as if they had forgotten about him, as several questions, explanations, and examinations were given. After a minute it seemed as though they really had forgotten, and that was when the werewolf slowly started inching his way towards the safety of the forest...

Only to find himself straining at a tightness on his tail. He looked back to see a long, red tail with a black tip coiled about it like a fluffy tentacle. Just past that was the glaring face of the Ninetales he now knew as October.

"I beg your pardon, but I don't think either of us said you could go?"

Chai stepped into view as well, grinning menacingly at him. "What's the matter, pansy? We're not done with you yet."

"B-But, you won, you got me. Please just let me leave and I swear I'll never come back!" Sickle felt his pulse start to pick up at the way the two were eyeing him. Eyeing his backside. He wanted to tuck his tail between his legs and make himself look as small as possible.

"But you haven't had the complete experience!" October exclaimed, turning about to face the werewolf. Something glistened in the darkness beneath his body, that tail pulling him closer to the Ninetales. "At Cafe Plaisir, we strive to make your dreams come true."

"And your worst nightmares." Chai added in evilly.

"As a special request, of course." October added.

---

From the windows of Cafe Plaisir, there was merriment, laughter, and closeness. Drinks were had, conversation was polite, playful, sometimes lewd as everyone had a fun time.

For those who were paying attention, however, a special treat of carnality was going on, right through a window over in the corner. Illuminated by the light of the moon and a glowing Umbreon, a wolf on all fours was jerking and shaking, body being jostled by firmly thrusting hips. The Umbreon was making a big show of his movements, shaking that fine body with determination.

Also there was a crimson Ninetales, who stood at the other side of the wolf. Tails securing his hands neatly to the ground as he sat on his haunches, a paw pushing their head firm down into the curve of his belly. There was no doubt that the dark spire hiding in the shadows there was being fed into the wolf's maw, making cheeks bulge with every thrust that helped to push him into the length.

They went to and fro, the intensity gradually rising until the Umbreon had clearly sunk deeper into the bowels of the wolf. If there was a noise, it was well obscured , but there was definite signs of a messy finish for those looking closely. The wolf's face pulled back, only to get lathered in a steamy, white film erupting from the darkness before it.

The moment hit its lull, entertainers and spectators together indulging a moment of afterglow...

With a little chatter between the Umbreon and the Ninetales, the former turned himself about, still tied to the wolf, and with a determined grin on his face, began marching into the forest, dragging the wolf along by the rear, as the chuckling Ninetales helped support the captured form with his tails.

And they were never seen again on that night, but for those who ventured outside for a frolick under a strangely purple moon, they were almost certain they heard several howls echo through the sky.

~fin