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Christina pulled out her credit card. "I'll take an iced caramel latte. Medium please."

"Of course, Mistress."

The young cheetah flushed to hear herself refered to as such in public, and her mind flicked through multiple explanations in rapid succession: perhaps it was a prank by that bratty Annalise across town; or, she had misheard; or, she had cast a spell without realizing it; or, the barista was exceedingly formal and this was how he spoke to all women; or, the barista was exceedingly kinky and this was how he spoke to all women.

But eventually Christina hit upon the real reason. When she had leaned forward to put her credit card in the reader, her necklace had slipped out. The quartz that hung from it was one she had spent the past few weeks enchanting with a spell of command. Anyone who looked at it would be under her control, both conscious and unconscious. She quickly tucked the pendant away before anyone else could see it.

She remembered the way Master Allenbeck chided her for even considering such a spell. "Such things are dangerous," he had said, "and not to be used frivolously. It can be hard to let go of such power."

Christina twirled a finger as the barista went about making her coffee, tugging the thread of the spell that ensnared his mind until it unraveled and restored him to normal. There, done. He was back to normal and no one had noticed how the cheetah's unconscious had imprinted some kinkiness onto the barista. Perhaps it had been longer than she realized since last she had sex.

When he handed over her completed latte, she flashed him a perfect smile, thanked him, and promptly tripped over her own shoes as she turned, crashing to the ground with a high-pitched squeak. The coffee went sailing out of her hand. Her purse upended its contents. But worst of all, the enchanted pendant went flying out from around her neck, just as she had squeaked loud enough to make everyone in the coffeehouse turn to look at her.

"Mistress, are you all right?"

"Mistress, are you okay?"

"Mistress, I will make you a new latte at once."

The cheetah was pampered from all angles. A handsome wolf was dabbing coffee out of her sodden shirt. An equally handsome otter was rubbing her banged knees as if she were a cub who had skinned them at recess. There were others surrounding her, waiting on the silent whims of her mind.

Christina cursed herself a little: why did she always seem to go to coffeeshops which were populated solely by gorgeous, hunky men?

And no sooner had a traitorous flicker of a thought passed through her mind, then suddenly everyone else in the coffeeshop was beginning to tug their shirt off.

"Mistress, you are so tense. Let us relax you."

"Mistress, let us take care of you."

"Mistress, do you like this pose?"

The last one was said by the wolf who was now standing naked from the waist up in front of her, flexing to show rippling muscles over his shoulders and back, clearly visible under his fur. He had a deep voice and a smoldering gaze, the kind that made you weak in the knees on the best of days and could make you melt into a puddle of pure orgasm on the horniest of days. The cheetah bit her lip. Another traitorous flicker of a thought, and suddenly the wolf was stripping fully, posing with one leg up on a chair, showing off a now fully hard shaft.

But as sexy as he was, it sent a shiver of concern down her spine. Even if she had accidentally magicked every one in the coffeeshop, it was still a public place. People could walk in and notice this at any moment.

"Mistress, let us use the back office."

"Mistress, the rest of us will act natural."

Christina found herself being lifted off the ground and carried towards the back of the shop as the men who were not directly around her began to redress and resume their previous business. The back office was cramped with just two people in it, but Christina and four men all packed in somehow. The wolf took a seat on the computer chair, his still rock-hard shaft pointing up at Christina as the other men rapidly undressed her.

As soon as the last of the cheetah's clothes were on the floor, they started fingering and teasing her. The otter's paw was on her sex, rubbing her in just the way she loved. Two other males had their heads lowered, suckling and teasing at her nipples as their claws raked playfully through her pelt. Christina melted in their embrace, her arousal quickly shooting upwards especially each time she glanced over at the wolf.

When she could feel her sex starting to drip against the otter's hand, all three pulled back and pressed her forward. They did not hesitate, but simply lined her up onto the lupine shaft and pressed her down to the knot. Christina moaned out in ecstasy.

The wolf started to thrust deeply within her, holding her hips steady, but the others were not done. The otter lined himself up behind her and, having found lube from somewhere, eased his own shaft under her tail. The other two men stood by with cocks twitching and ready for any other impulses that might hit the cheetah. In between moments of delight at the double-penetration, she reached over and stroked their lengths, or bent her head down to give them a playful kiss and listen to them moan.

The otter picked up pace behind her, shoving her forward onto the wolf. But the wolf no longer thrust. He held her in a powerful embrace, so close that she constantly felt that knot pressing against her labia. With each jolt from the otter hilting deep within her, she was pushed a little further, until at last she slipped fully onto it with a cry and a sudden orgasm that had her clenching tight around the thick rod within her. The wolf cradled her in his arms, whispering soft nothings as the otter's thrusting prolonged her own orgasm right up until the moment he came within her.

Then the otter stepped away, his purpose served, and another male took his place. The cheetah wrapped her arms around the wolf and whimpered in delight, remembering just how many men were likely still waiting outside for their turn.

* * *

Christina finally made it back home four hours later. She was utterly exhausted, not just from the orgy and the orgasms she had lost count of, but from the need to expend magic to hide herself on her trip home: her clothes had been rendered unusable.

She finally collapsed into a warm bath and sighed in delight. She was going to be so sore, so very very sore. Probably for several days. She'd never had that much sex before in one go and certainly never taken such a large knot. She'd only imagined trying taking two males at once before. If she'd been thinking clearly, she'd never have done it.

If she'd been thinking clearly...

She hated that Master Allenbeck was right. It was too hard to control her subconscious impulses. She needed to undo the spell. The cheetah closed her eyes and let her head sink slightly in the warm water. She reached out in her mind and felt the lines of the spell that attached her to the various men who had been present in the coffeehouse, now dispersed throughout the city. All it would take is a few minutes of concentration and she could be done with it. It wasn't like she needed to experience this again any time soon.

Well, except for the wolf. His cock had been spectacular. She could afford to keep him on a magical leash for the next time she really needed a good fucking.

Well, maybe the otter too. He had been such a nice contrast.

Well, now that she thought about it...