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It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.

"I want to tell you a secret." A girl's voice. Definitely familiar. His every muscle felt stiff... even turning his eyes to look at her seemed to take effort. She was a skunk, wearing a worried little frown. "This might not count for much," she murmured, "but I wanted to tell you beforehand." Where did he know her from...?

"It won't mean anything. Raven, you shouldn't get too sympathetic..." A boy's voice rose somewhere behind her. The girl's little frown deepened. Raven? That didn't sound right... He blinked carefully, giving a twitch of his ears. His body felt asleep. Or dead.

She turned away a moment, speaking to the bearer of the other voice. "This won't take long, okay? I just..." She sighed, and turned back to him, smiling now. Forcing a worried little smile. "You might not remember too much about the last few weeks. I..." She hesitated. It was true, he realized. His recent memory was a vague blur of school and... her. "I've made you mine. You brushed me off when I asked you out, so... I took matters into my own paws." Her smile looked a little more authentic, now. A little more proud. "I've claimed you with a magic spell, and you have to do whatever I say. You've been... sleepwalking, basically, since I sneaked the potion into your food. Easier to deal with you that way, since the control isn't complete or whatever..."

"A leash on the body, not the mind. But we're fixing that." The boy sounded rather disinterested.

"Yeah. We're fixing it." She nodded, reminding herself. Her eyes flicked up to his again. "So, once we're done here, you won't just hold me when I tell you to... you'll love me." She smiled widely, drawing a deep breath. "It wasn't easy, but we brewed a real love potion. Once it works its magic, you'll worship the ground I walk on, Joey." Joe. That was his name. "So... I wanted to take this chance..." She looked down a moment. Just a moment. "...To say sorry. You won't really... you'll be a different person after this. So, I guess I'm sorry that it had to come to this. But, I guess that was kinda your fault, anyway." She smiled weakly. "Shouldn't break a witch's heart." She tapped him on the nose with a finger.

He stared at her. Confusion and anger welled in his chest, and he ached to leap from the plush bed he was nearly sinking into and teach these goths a lesson. But his body was just dead. He managed to furrow his brow a little, turning his stare into more of a glare.

"I think he's angry..." She tilted her head.

"Cool. Let me know when you're ready to go on, Raven." A soft flutter announced a page turning. Was he reading? And... her name wasn't Raven. He knew her as Annie. Annie, the skinny little skunk freshman that always dressed in black and stared at him during basketball practice. That he'd been pretty sure was stalking him. Annie the creeper.

Annie huffed. "Fine. We're ready." A book clamped shut. Annie's conspirator stepped into view: a tortoiseshell cat with a bored expression and a bad dye job. Not all goths could be born covered in black and white, Joe supposed.

He fished in his pocket. "When it's ready, he has to drink it right away, alright? Just give me time to get out of the room." The skunk nodded impatiently, smiling. The tomcat produced a little plastic vial filled with some dark liquid, and a little baggy full of some kind of herb. He opened both, and carefully poured the herb into the vial, seeming to eyeball a measurement. He pushed the mix into the skunk's hand, glanced at Joe with a twisted mouth, and turned away. A door opened and closed, and the brew stirred and bubbled in its tiny container.

The skunk girl smiled, watching it a moment before looking to him. "Sit up, Joey." His body responded suddenly. Honor roll student and first string basketball player Joe Greenwood sat up, and the world came into view around him. The clean and luxurious furniture told him he was in a fancy hotel. He himself sat on an oversized bed covered in a soft, luxurious, velvety material. The rich, dark red clashed with his white hide and black spots. A dalmatian clashed with a lot of things, especially when he was as tall as Joe. Most especially when he was naked. He could remember, now. Almost everything. The past few weeks were still blurred, but he remembered... quiet evenings holding her... walking her around... buying her things... fetching her stuff... playing errand boy and comfort toy. His eyes darted around. He--

"Now drink this." No! This wasn't-- He reached for the vial. She politely handed it to him. He promptly drew it to his mouth. Impossible. This was absolutely not possible. This... tasted disgusting! He swallowed twice, and a bitter taste clung to his tongue. His stomach churned. She pulled the vial from his paw as he grit his teeth, eyes closing. Throw up. Throw up. He was going to throw up. He was sure. Hell, he wanted to. He felt like his middle was tearing itself apart. Bile rose in the back of his throat. But... it passed. Slowly, the pain and nausea eased, and Joe was left trembling slightly.

His eyes opened. Candlelight, he realized. Gentle, flickering candlelight filled the room, casting a soft, warm light on the woman sitting on the edge of the bed. A beauty dressed naturally in elegant stripes of black and white, only accentuated by the black fabric draped delicately over her upper form. A simple, understated t-shirt struggled to simplify the curves and lines of her body, yet it could do naught but expose her body to the wildest of his imaginings. None of his grandest dreams of her form could hope to match the reality of her, of course. And her leggings, a humble denim, were in such a state of disrepair that they contrasted her as a jumble of bland greenery did a brilliant flower, speaking through its chaos to her perfection in every conceivable aspect. A beauty by all definitions sat before him, smiling at him, of all people. The world was instantly a warm and wonderful place, such was the wondrous power of her smile.

"I think it worked..." She murmured to herself. She looked him over a moment. His expression had been one of burning fury when he'd closed his eyes, but when he'd opened them... he looked serene. She swallowed, and spoke, though her voice cracked slightly. "You can move now."

His body sprung into motion. The skunk managed the first second of a surprised scream before the dalmatian's arms closed around her in a warm embrace and his lips seized hers. The two fell into an embrace on the bed as the door swung open.

"Raven?! ...Oh." The tabby was paid little mind at the moment. Joe and Anne were wrapping around each other on the bed, the canine's strong arms rooting under her to press her body close to his as the skunk tucked her legs around his waist shamelessly. Her arms clung to his back a moment before shuffling down to pull up her own shirt. The feline sighed and quietly took a seat. He cracked his book open.

Sweet. She was sweet against his lips, like the most exquisite, forbidden truffle, a treat he shouldn't have dared to indulge in once-- but now that he had, there was no stopping him. He found her bare fur rubbing to his belly, and he only reluctantly broke the kiss when she pulled away, allowing her half a second to throw off her shirt before he jealously reclaimed his new guilty pleasure. He pressed a large hand to her back, rubbing her bare body to his, their fur knitting and combing through their respective coats as two hard nubs pushed to his chest and dragged across it.

Soft groans rose from under the dalmatian as he ravaged the newly discovered love of his life, a certain skunk apparently enjoying herself immensely. It didn't take more than a peek over his book for the tomcat to see why-- the dalmatian was clearly enjoying himself already, and the skunk's jeans didn't seem to discourage him from grinding a hot red piece of meat between her legs. His hips rose and shoved down steadily, grinding along her crotch, and she moaned into the kiss each time, her legs trembling and tightening around the dalmatian. It wasn't too long before her paws started scrambling down to push down her pants.

"H-hold on," she breathed, pushing the dalmatian away a moment. She barely budged him an inch, but after a moment, he slowly drew back, panting softly, staring at her intently with his shaft hanging there, pointing at her. Dripping. She scrambled out of her jeans, giving a soft, shrill little curse when they bunched around her ankles a moment before finally kicking free of the meddlesome garment-- and her underwear along with it. She lay nude, panting a moment, blinking at the great dalmatian looming over her. "O-okay."

Her core. Her very essence. Already, the smell of her arousal tinged his nose, and seemed to spread like a wave of perfume over his hide, and underneath it. It filled him. He burned for it, he realized in an instant. Another surprised shriek burst from the skunk as he scooped up her ass in one hand, half-lifting her off the bed as he swooped in to bury his muzzle between her legs. His tongue shot greedily into her very depths, twisting and lapping at her precious passage. He was now a man that would feel forever starved-- even as he sampled the richest depths of her, he hungered for more. His teeth pushed to her lips, dragging over the tender flesh as his tongue plumbed her insides for every hidden reservoir of her liquid pleasure. Beyond the exquisite, ever-flowing fountain of elixir that was her sex, beyond her sensually rolling belly, Anne flailed her arms and moaned noisily, her head thrown back.

He would never get enough of her, but another need was rearing up in the dalmatian's consciousness. A growl sparked low in his belly, and the sound reverberated in the skunk's hips as it rose, sending a violent shiver through her as she peered down at him. Hot, throbbing dog cock hung between the dalmatian's legs, positively drooling on the bed. She barely glimpsed it before the canine reared up, his growl swelling into a full-bellied snarl as he dropped her on the bed again. In the corner, the tomcat cowered instinctively at the guttural, vicious noise.

"Forgive me, Anne, my dearest..." The words struck against the feral, throaty rumble they were voiced in, and Anne hadn't quite picked apart what he'd said when he entered her. A single, abrupt thrust split her wide open, and a high, winding scream pierced the room as the skunk trembled around the thick, searing hot cock stretching out her sex. Tears rolled unnoticed down the sides of her face as her lover stooped over her and ground in the last few inches with a snarl till his heavy sack kissed firmly to her rear. Her breath was gone, expelled in that scream, and her mouth hung open as the great canine ground against her depths. She inhaled suddenly when he finally pulled, and a fresh cry rose from her as he plowed home again-- cut off once more by a sudden kiss claiming her lips. His arms closed around her in a familiar embrace, but rather than merely grinding to her, he claimed her sex in deep, achingly slow strokes as their tongues feathered tips together. The taste of herself was thick on his lips and tongue, and she shivered uncertainly as the flavor of her own sex washed into her mouth. She couldn't very well stop him...

Every stroke was a single event: a long, laborious draw; a bare beat of hesitation at the very height; the hammer falling to strike home in a powerful blow that rocked the bed; and the moment's grinding against her deepest intimates, straining her around the head of that beast before dragging out again. Her hips rolled and rocked desperately, her legs hooking around him again to try and drag him into her all the sooner, but he was immovable. Only when his growl ratcheted up a decibel did he suddenly double in pace, pounding the skunk to the bed with resounding strokes that set her to bouncing up and down on the bed at the hips. Her moans soon rose uncontrollably, blunt claws dragging at his back as she trembled. Orgasm drew her tight around him, but he hammered her all the same, snarling like a beast as he laid claim to her shaking, half-limp form. Her juices were seeping down his balls and getting flicked across the bed as those heavy orbs flung up and down time and again.

Another moment, and he geared up again. A thunderstorm roiled in his chest, he snarled so viciously, and he pistoned into her depths relentlessly, a single stream of powerful strokes straining her hips under the constant beating. Anne simply screamed out, clinging desperately to the canine as her orgasm was not just dragged out, but strained into a massive, overwhelming, electric experience beyond any orgasm she'd experienced to this day. The way her body trembled and overwhelmed her with pain and pleasure, she almost felt as though it would be the last thing she ever experienced. The air was charged with lust, heavy and sweltering, yet every gasp of it seemed cold in their lungs. He barely drew from her sex now, simply pounding her very depths and punishing her hips without the slightest pause. Something churned inside her-- his swelling knot. The mere realization drove her to the verge of a second orgasm, her head hanging back, twisted to one side as she gasped and stared sightlessly, eyes wide.

They were locking, two bodies uniting as fur grated together and muscular arms folded tight around a limp form. The dalmatian howled abruptly, head whipped back as his hips ground bitterly to the skunk's, balls drawing tight as he flooded her depths with hot seed. She could feel the heat, and the new strain as he bloated her womb with his liquid love. Her second orgasm was a sudden, painful realization searing her every nerve ending with pleasure as her body trembled helplessly in his arms.

The desire to breathe returned to her several moments later, and the skunk gasped noisily. Quiet had finally sunk in over the two of them-- Joe barely growled under his breath, firmly wrapped around his darling lover with his muzzle tucked between her shoulder and neck. A soft, breathy moan rolled out of the skunk as, slowly, reality seeped back in around her. A soft flutter announced the tomcat's presence, still reading in the corner, apparently. She smiled slowly, stroking down the dalmatian's back and drawing a deep breath before murmuring, "I'd call this... a success." Her voice trembled a hint.

The tomcat looked up. "Good." He went back to his book.

Anne rolled her eyes. She focused on the great dalmatian over her again, considering him a moment. She drew a breath. "Joey? Be a sweety and unknot, would you?" She smiled.

The dalmatian blinked, and shuddered. Something felt exceedingly odd between his legs... Like something had slipped free inside him. A moment, and a stir of their hips allowed his deflating knot to slide free. The skunk gently pushed him aside, giggling and gasping as he slid out of her. "It worked! Can you believe it?" She patted the canine, settling him on his side as she scooted to the edge of the bed. "Mmmh. You just rest, Joey. I-- aah!" As she rose, seed flooded down her legs, pouring out of her well-used sex as she shivered, pushing herself up to stand. "Uff. Just... you can get to know Corey." She waved vaguely to the feline and toddled toward the bathroom.

"Black Rose. I don't need the slaves calling my by that name." Corey slapped down his book with a bit of a frown. He watched the skunk's naked form shuffle by, barely trying to hide it under hooded eyes. She closed the door behind her, and he sighed, turning to the canine. "It's Black Rose. Don't forget it, alright?"

The dalmatian lay on his side on the bed, his cock laying across his leg, spent but swollen and red still. He simply looked at the feline, expressionless.

Corey sighed. His eyes flicked to the door. Then to the dog. A moment passed as he simply frowned at the canine. Finally, he shifted forward, leaning on his knees. "I bet you think you two will be mates for life, now, huh?" He gave a hint of a smirk. "Well, sorry, but that position's already claimed. Her and I? We're gonna be the lord and lady of darkness in this miserable little town. That makes you head concubine." He stood slowly, giving an overly casual stretch. "Not a bad life, really. Just don't get in my way, understand?" He glanced at the door, and back to the canine, pointing at him. "I made you what you are. I can do a hell of a lot worse if you cross me. Got it?"

Joe looked at him. He blinked slowly.

"Hff." Corey shook his head and turned away. "I told her it was no good talking to them." He shrugged out of his flimsy leather jacket, leaving him in a black wife-beater and black cargo shorts. "Least he warmed her up plenty..." He muttered to himself and opened the bathroom door. Joe perked his ears.

Once the endorphins had eased from her body, there was no denying that Anne ached. She felt wrung out. She stood leaning against the wall in the shower, scrubbing gingerly between her legs. It had felt amazing, but she was fairly certain she was heavily bruised. She couldn't help but smile a little, even so. What a beast she'd created... She blinked her eyes open when she heard the door open.

"Quite the show, Raven..." The tomcat's voice pitched over the drizzle of falling water. "I bet you could use a little help cleaning up."

"Corey?" The skunk called uncertainly. What was he doing? She peeked around the shower curtain. The boy's shirt was missing, and as she looked, he pulled down his pants, smiling casually at her. She yelped and hid behind the curtain again, lest she see too much.

The tomcat chuckled. "No need to be shy, Raven. I've already seen all of you... only fair you see me." The curtain pulled open, and she turned away.

"Corey! What are you doing?!" A heavy thump answered her, followed by a soft rasp. She peeked over her shoulder.

The patchy black tomcat struggled a moment before hanging limp against the wall of the bathroom. A naked dalmatian pinned him in place easily, one paw wrapped around the back of his head, mashing it into the tiles.

"Joey...?" Her voice trembled a moment as she looked over the two of them. The dalmatian might have been nearly double the size of the skinny tomcat, and he only had to lean into him to press his body to the wall and practically smother the fight out of him. Nude. The skunk blindly groped for the knobs and turned off the water without looking away from them. "Um. Just... hold him like that, Joey." She had an idea. Her cheeks were hot as she padded past the two of them delicately to find the young tomcat's coat.

"Hold his mouth open..."

"R-raven? Annie! Nnngahh!" The tomcat struggled uselessly as his jaw muscles fought a powerful, gripping paw.

"Perfect. Sorry, Corey, but we can't have you going and doing inappropriate things like that to the lady of the darkness..." She giggled softly as she poured a gentle pink elixir into the tomcat's mouth. He gurgled and struggled, but the two managed to force it down his throat. "There... that should do it." She smiled slowly. "Now. Don't move, Corey." The tomcat blinked once, and his expression grew... intense. His eyes widened a hint, pupils twitching side to side. "And Joey... you can let him go."

The dalmatian's paws eased their hold, and he took a step back, standing casually now, observing the tomcat with indifference. And a fresh hardon. The tomcat still sprawled against the wall in the awkward pose he'd been pinned in. He almost looked like he was offering himself. The skunk couldn't help but giggle softly, knitting her fingers together. "Hmmmm... Did you know, Joey? Poor Corey here has a genetic dysfunction." She leaned up a little and stage whispered to the dalmatian. "He can't get it up." She leaned down again. "Meaning our poor kitty's a virgin... Maybe we should do something about that, don't you think?"

The dalmatian smiled softly at her.

Anne nodded, taking it for agreement. "Alright, then. First! Turn around and get on your knees, Corey." The tomcat promptly slipped down off the wall and eased down to the floor. He barely had room, setting his knees between the canine's feet. That thick shaft loomed over his face now, and his eyes dragged from that beast to the skunk. A glint of fear, of panic showed in those eyes, but the rest of him was ready for anything. The skunk girl smiled, hiding her mouth behind her knotted paws for a moment as she took in the view. "Now... suck his cock, Corey."

His eyes burned, but his face turned away, leaning up. It was almost too high for him to reach, but the tomcat leaned up and just captured the tip of the dog's cock in his mouth. Hot flesh sunk past his lips, and he suckled gingerly, sitting in place as he stared down that shaft with mortification.

Watching on, Anne pouted after a moment. "Oh... that's right. You told me about that-- you can tell someone to fuck, but they won't really put anything into it." She smiled up at the dalmatian. "That's why we brewed something better for you! But that's okay. We only need him to sit there and take it." She reached up, petting down the large canine's arm. "Joey, could you go ahead and fuck his face for me?" She mewled the request sweetly. Joe smiled again, and draped a paw over the tomcat's head to hold it in place. His hips plowed in abruptly, smacking to the tomcat's muzzle as his throat suddenly swelled with a thick dog cock stuffing. The tomcat trembled, tears instantly welling in his bulging, staring eyes as his body struggled to accommodate the sheer mass of dog meat so suddenly intruding in his throat. The dalmatian drew, and slammed home again, beating a brisk rhythm into the tomcat's face. He watched the feline tremble under the facefucking wearing the same expression as he had a few minutes ago on the bed, listening to the little cat bloviate about his plans. It was all the same to him.

"That's it! Don't blow your load, just get yourself nice and ready for the main event." She rubbed a paw down his back, watching on in admiration. The canine shoved against that skewered head, and his skull struck the wall. Anchoring him in place with a fistful of headfur, the dalmatian fucked that little feline's face, each thrust pounding him roughly to the wall, nailing his head to the tiles. A fat knob bobbed rapidly up and down his neck where his cockhead throbbed plumply, coating the feline's throat with his pre. Corey simply knelt there, bent back against the wall again, his knees together and his body trembling under each blow to the back of his neck. His eyes started to roll up as he ran out of oxygen.

"Alright." A paw pressed gently to the dalmatian's belly, and he pulled back, dragging inch after inch of meat out of the tomcat's muzzle before his head finally slid free. The tomcat gasped raggedly, and his body lurched forward, mouth sealing around that cock again according to his last command. "Alright, I said!" Anne laughed and pushed the tomcat back. "That's enough! You'll have plenty of chances to suck him later, Corey." The feline settled, panting softly as his eyes stared dully at the tiles. Anne turned to her lover, smiling and nuzzling his arm as she slipped a delicate paw under his shaft, running along its underside a moment. Her fingers came away covered in juices. She chuckled softly.

"Perfect. Now..." She turned her head up to regard the dalmatian deliberately. "Joey. As soon as Corey here gets on the bed, I want you to come fuck him. Alright?" The canine nodded quietly. "Good. Corey?" She smiled sweetly at the little feline. "Come with me." She turned and stepped softly into the bedroom, not bothering to look to see if he was following. When she settled on the plush chair Corey himself had reclined upon earlier, the feline was standing before her, waiting. She leaned forward. "Kneel."

Corey obeyed. Anne considered him a moment, biting down on her lip. Finally, she spoke. "I'm sorry it had to come to this." She smiled a hint. "I guess I should have seen it coming-- you've been trying to get your hands on me for a while now. I just thought you'd understand that, once I had Joey, I wouldn't really need you anymore." She laid a paw on his head. "You should've been satisfied with what you got. But now... well. On the bright side, you'll be getting more sex than you could have hoped to have with me." She smirked lightly. "But I guess I shouldn't waste my time talking to you. Like you said, it's pointless." She leaned back, drawing a deep breath and letting it go in a contented sigh. "Go hop on the bed, Corey." Corey's eyes followed her, but his body rose and turned away.

The door to the bathroom had hung ajar, but it abruptly flung open, cracking against the wall as a beast launched itself on the bed-- on the feline that had just barely hefted himself onto it. Muscled arms closed around him, shoving him on his belly as something hot slapped to his ass. A single draw of the hips, and pure heat speared through him. He stared, wide-eyed, at the far wall, but his body simply lay where it had been shoved down onto the bed. Powerful strokes seemed to shove through his entire body, electricity rippling up his back each time the great canine's hips shoved against his ass. The dalmatian's stamina seemed limitless-- he never slowed a moment for breath or eased a single stroke, even after just having given his mate such a rutting. Corey couldn't find admiration in himself, only a kind of terror. Several kinds, actually. Terror at the creature he had created. Terror at the fate that now lay before him, which he understood only too well. Terror at the welling sensations deep in his loins, which could only be described as--

No. Not pleasure. He wasn't deriving pleasure from getting reamed in the ass by that throbbing, endlessly pounding dog shlong. It was absolutely not an exquisite pleasure that welled up in his belly, jostling every time his insides strained around that beast and growing larger. He was NOT enjoying this. He was NOT...

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he glared at the wall. The bed creaked and jostled as claws dug into his shoulders, two great paws pinning him tight to the bed till it was difficult to breathe. The trembles his body lapsed into almost constantly under the harrowing barrage on his ass just couldn't have been from enjoying this... His eyes slipped shut. His body trembled harder, and the blows fell relentlessly on his rear. He drew into himself, and quieted his mind. Just... don't think.

Something wonderful welled inside him as his body submitted to the beast. When heat finally bloomed inside him, his bowels swelling with seed, a thought skittered across the silence of his mind-- so soon? He ground it into nothing. Hot meat swelled inside his tailhole. The two were knotted, to let that hot dog milk stew inside him. He let his mind recede again, escaping the world again before he had to acknowledge the pleasure his body basked in. Before he thought too much about the sticky stain under his belly. Just... juices.

"Mmmmh... good job, Joey. Go ahead and unknot him now." A very satisfied, almost smug voice broke the silence. And like magic, that great knot of flesh eased and slid through his worn ring, unplugging him to let that swollen cock slide out and out till the head finally popped free. The great canine rose, leaving Corey suddenly feeling rather cold and alone, a cool draft wandering through his gaping ass and chilling him quite suddenly.

Out of his field of vision, Anne cooed softly and gave a soft yelp. "Ah... Joey? Wh--? Oh, yeah, you need to clean up, huh? Alright, I'll help..." She giggled softly, and the bathroom door closed, muffling her voice. His own breath alone rasped in his ears for a moment.

He was going to be the lord of the darkness. That's what he'd declared to the coven when he left. He would come back a brilliant and powerful witch, and they would cower before his power. That... was lost to him, now. He quietly hoped that his coven never heard a word about him again. That everyone forgot him, and never wondered what had happened to the Black Rose.

"Ahh--! Joey! Stop, I'm-- ah! Nnh..." Her voice carried through the door a moment, and soon broke down into shameless moans.

Let nobody know who became the master, and who the slave this night.