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Slaps of furred flesh colliding, the sloppy wet noises of gushing juices, and under all of it feminine gasps, moans and squeals coming from two matched throats. A hell of a tutoring session as far as Grant was concerned. Well, he at least was learning a lot, already pushing himself a little further than the last time he did this. The Larkin twins were a catch - two slinky and impressionable marten sisters, still overwhelmed by the fact they'd been accepted to such a prestigious institution. There weren't many universities in the whole world teaching the 'mysteries of higher-order energy' and were still cowed by the fact they were here to learn actual magic. They'd obviously led a sheltered upbringing, and their shyness marked them as small-town girls feeling out of their depth. It had given the coyote a good angle - a friendly sophomore supposedly from a similar background, willing to help show them the ropes.

Well, they were bound but Grant wasn't bothering with ropes. It was clear they were fighting it as best as they could, but his compulsions were obviously working. He'd first tried it on a date to make a cute but prudish mouse let him stick it under her tail. His next success had been driving two straight girls to make-out and grope each other, but that was all small-time.

He'd started the tutoring session off by having the sisters sixty-nine each other, their bodies entwining and obeying the coyote's will in spite of their protesting minds. It didn't take long for a show like that to get him hard, and while he had been tempted to make the girls push their perky chests together and let him hump between their tits while they kissed around his tip, the sight of the slinky bodies laid on top of each other made him hungry for something more substantial. He positioned himself behind the top sister (impossible to tell apart now that they were naked), running his hands along the rich umber-brown fur until he had his hands almost wrapped around the waspish waist of the moaning marten.

The girl's head still hung between her sister's slender thighs but she was a little too overwhelmed by the savage rutting he was subjecting her to continue grooming her twin's smooth pink slit. The girl's own folds weren't parted so much as wrapped around Grant's cock. The rosy length was bigger than anything the mustelid sex was meant to handle, and the way it was straining in an O shape around the smooth red shaft pistoning in and out of it made it clear her body was being out to its limits. Not that Grant gave a damn. He'd made sure that any sound echoing in the twins' dorm room would stay within its walls, and the occasional cry of pain only served to inflame his lust.

It had taken him almost a year of study to learn that the teachers here were either idiots, cowards or both. They would have been aghast not only at what he was doing but how. Before engaging in spell casting, the adept had to have a clear workflow, to plot the design he'd be putting his energies to. Once tapped into, the reserve of a magic-user's power would flow through him, a flow that could be slowed but not stopped. It would only be renewed after a night of deep sleep, a period where unspent energies were flushed from the mind and a new reserve built up. To make good use of it, a practitioner needed to know exactly how the shaping would take place.

He'd learned a different lesson - when you felt the energy flow through you, you shaped it according to your whims. The key was to push yourself, to pile effect upon effect and not to allow the momentum to slow. Like what he was doing now. The globe of silence had been the start, the compulsions on the martens' minds followed, and after that anything he felt like was an option. And he'd gotten quite creative, as the lingering trace of magical energy centered on the impaled mustelid's abdomen proved. Not that he needed that hint. He knew the spell had taken root the moment the scent of the whimpering girl's sex changed. Her sister could no doubt tell as well, especially from her vantage point.

He hadn't planned on leaving the squirming minx with a belly full of pups, but he supposed it was her own fault. He'd spent a good long time finger-fucking her and eating out that compact little pussy but the priss was still not nearly wet enough for him to be able to slip something that - strictly speaking - was far too big for the deliciously tight mustelid snatch even now straining to hold him. But estrus fixed that fast enough, and now not only was the crammed cunny drooling as he rutted it, but also filling the room with a sweet musk that only made him fuck the whimpering girl harder.

The fur around the slinky female's eyes was damp from tears, a testament that in spite of appearances she wasn't participating willingly. But the creamy fur of her muzzle was also matted as the marten licked away, starting by laying the tip of her tongue against her twin's clitoral hood and sliding it along both the straining sex and the shaft rutting it.

The coyote's rutting was making her job increasingly difficult as the growing bulge kept bumping into the mustelid's dainty nose. But Grant was determined to tie this slinky little slut no matter what it took, be it effort on his part or pain on hers. Inspiration struck, and the moment the idea formed in his mind, he began to push it into the consciousness of the girl trapped under her whimpering sibling. She hesitated for an instant but the compulsion was too strong and Grant's hold on her psyche too firm. Her hands rose, the long, delicate fingers trembling a little as they slid over her sister's sloppy folds. Thumbs managed to squeeze between the taut labia and the rutting red length, and once she had a grip the trapped girl pried her twin open, leaving her defenseless against the gloating canine's onslaught.

Even with the twin's help it took Grant several thrusts to jam the knot in, the impaled marten's pained cries stopping mid-shriek as the shock of the tie and the force of Grant's thrust drove the air from her lungs. The coyote found himself actually clenching his jaw as the mustelid honeypot did the same to his shaft. The prissy bitch had been tight so far but the way she was squeezing down on his knot felt as hard as a fist but with the wet, soft quality that left little doubt what it was gripping his bulge. He held himself still since he was sure he wouldn't be able to even budge with the squealing marten gripping him, and settled for groping the perky behind.

Her twin was still obeying the compulsion he'd laid on her mind, lapping away at the mustelid labia stretched so far that he could feel each stroke of that tongue against the backside of his knot. Still riding the energies he'd released, he muttered the few phrases necessary to expand on his order. He knew it had worked when he felt the trapped twin lift her muzzle and begin licking his sack. With nothing much to do but wait for the two martens to bring him to orgasm, Grant spent his time savoring the slavish attention. It didn't take long for him to pop, his entire cock throbbing hard enough to draw fresh whimpers from the girl it was stuck in. When he felt the first stream of canine seed flow from his red rod and spray against the girl's cervix he growled and gave the pert behind a slap hard enough to draw a cry from the moaning minx. He wasn't sure if she'd climaxed or is she was just relieved at the obvious sign that her ordeal was almost over, but he didn't really care. The snug cunny was pulsing around him, her twin doing an admirable job ensuring his twitching sack emptied every last drop into the slinky student.

"Hope you're ready for puppies girl..." he said, knowing that with her reeking of heat and her flat belly slowly swelling with his load the little slut would be pregnant by the time he left this room. A little pat on the normally trim tummy confirmed this. The tie was firm enough to force her body to take everything he had to give, even if it was more than a male of her species could produce. Not a drop was leaking out, but Grant knew there would be a hell of a mess once he was ready to tug it out.

The first five minutes or so were heaven. A good tie always drew out a canine's orgasm, something about the feeling of a wet, silky glove wrapped around a throbbing knot that couldn't compare to either paw or muzzle. He spent his time just groping the waifish body, and when he grew tired of that by sticking a thumb under the marten's tail and seeing what kind of noises he could get from her by playing with her pucker. He'd gotten carried away finger-fucking the squirming girl's tail-hole and only realized his knot gad gone down when a thin stream of runny canine cum squirted from the girl's flooded femininity.

"Finally! I was worried you like the knot so much you were never gonna let go..." he teased, pulling his thumb from he pink ring that clenched up on reflex. While he worked to pull himself free from the sex of the girl who was now screaming hard enough to make him glad he'd shrouded the door room in silence, he sent fresh orders to her sibling.

He could feel the tongue lashing across the part of his knot that was free of the minx's silken embrace, working busily to lick up the trickle of warm cum escaping the crying girl's rutted slit. When the knot was pulled free, even the girth of the red shaft still lodged between the bruised folds wasn't enough to keep the mess in. Warm canine seed flowed around the smooth shaft, drenching the muzzle of the freshly bred marten's twin. Looking down he was greeted with the sight of his cock glistening under a pearly-white sheen, the folds clinging to it noticeably rosy even under the layer of cum. And soon that would be gone as the girl did what he'd forced on her mind, licking busily to catch every drop of his cum that she could. And when he pulled out all the way and left the mustelid cunny gaped, the enspelled twin settled for just opening her muzzle wide and letting the coyote spunk flood her muzzle.

Grant maneuvered the girl he'd just forcibly bred so that she was kneeling with her drooling sex over her sister's face as he took up position between the licking marten's legs. His magic still flowing through him, he pushed two fingers deep into a snug little cunt, ignoring the fact that it was dry. The girl had done everything he asked, but he knew they were doing it against their wills. Even the eyes of the sister he'd just fucked silly showed lingering fear and revulsion at what he'd just done. No matter though. As long as he forced them into heat, their bodies responded the way he needed them to.

"Don't worry girl, I'm gonna get you nice and wet before I stick this in..." he teased the minx still lapping away at the mess between her sister's legs. "Of course if you'd been a good girl and got this pussy sloppy yourself, I wouldn't need to push you into heat..." he added, feeling the magic energy flow through the fingers pumping the mustelid cunny and taking root in the whimpering girl's sex.

When his nose told him he was done he pulled the now drenched fingers out, sticking them into the muzzle of the twin he'd just bred just for kicks before he placed both hands on her sister's slender hips. Coyotes were not the biggest canines around, so it was a particular delight for him to see his paws almost encircle the girl's waist, and he grinned at the ease with which he lifted the waifish female's hips to just the right height to meet his dripping tip.

The tapered end of the canine cock had no trouble wedging between the now glistening folds, too tight even after the fingering he'd given her. Her twin's eyes fell to the spot where pink folds were holding the pointed tip of an angry red shaft, and Grant figured if the minx was going to watch he might as well as give her a show. Gripping the marten hard, he bucked his hips and pulled the girl back into his thrust, forcing four inches into her in the blink of an eye. The kneeling sister made a face and folded her ears back, either in sympathy for her twin or in reaction to the prone girl screaming into her slit. While waiting for the prissy bitch to stop clenching around him enough to push deeper, he took a moment to admire the twins. Slinky bodies covered for the most part in nut-brown fur, except for the spill of cream running from their muzzles down their chests. Not particularly busty, but the young mounds were firm and perky, with sensitive nipples that pointed upwards. He grinned at the notion that it would be a crime to leave only one of the girls pregnant, and break such a pretty symmetry. Much better to have both slinky filling out, until their bellies were bulging and those pretty titties hung low and heavy...

The thought drove any patience he had left, his hands gripping harder as he just pushed, forcing the girl's body to stretch. After all, if her identical twin could take him, the girl currently whimpering had no excuse. And he couldn't afford to take wait for her to adjust. He still had things he needed to do to ensure this didn't come back to bite him in the ass. And he could pull off a lot, providing he didn't lose his focus and waste the flow of energy even now coursing through him. The teachers here were idiots - the grades they gave him and the things he'd done here were proof of that. Always warning the students about knowing their own limits and not overexerting themselves. By the time he was ready to graduate he'd promised himself he'd bag one of them as well.

Freshmen girls would do for now, like the one screaming into her sister's cunt while he rammed himself deeper into hers. He could see the muscles in the flat tummy tremble from the effort of adjusting to the sudden and violent penetration and couldn't help but laugh as his eyes wandered up to the sister he'd just bred. When he first got the two naked they'd been like peas in a pod, but in spite of the mess she'd dumped on her twin's face and down her muzzle the kneeling marten was looking a little bit plump compared to the girl clenching around his cock. The mess her twin was cleaning was just a bit of excess, and he knew the girls would be leaking his spunk for the next day or two...

It took Grant about another minute until he was knot-deep in the slinky minx, but he knew better than to let the bulge linger in that wet vise wrapped around it. Yanking it out he proceeded to fuck the whimpering marten, gripping her hips firmly as he bucked away between her splayed legs, the violent movement of his cock visible in the rise and fall of the mustelid abdomen. He'd been pent up with the first one so the second sister had gotten a particularly savage rutting as he did his best to finish before the flow of his magic tapered out and left him in a very awkward position. After a particularly savage thrust his knot failed to come out even when he tugged back hard enough to make the girl scream. He settled for just grinding away at the over-stuffed slit, close to his climax but needing a little extra to push him over.

"Better make me -nghh!-cum bitch, or this thing's going up your ass next!" he threatened, and then reached out to tweak one puffy nipple. When that didn't work he pinched hard, making the marten cry out and her cunny to clench around him. Grinning wide he continued to pinch and grope with glee, the pain and fear causing the girl to clench and squirm and massage the canine cock stuck in her. Figuring she wasn't going anywhere she released her hips and let the knot lodged in her straining sex hold her hips up. He was kneading her pretty young tits when it struck him and the canine shaft began spraying a fresh dose of puppy-juice in the fertile mustelid cunny.

Once he was free of the sloppy minx-cunny he gathered up what remained of his magical energies. Altering memories was supposedly a part of the senior curriculum, but he was confident in his power even if his teachers weren't. After all, the memories he was after were fresh, right on the surface of the girl's minds. This was of course strictly forbidden, but then again so was forcefully breeding two innocent young women, so he figured he might as well double down and cover his tracks.

His efforts had left the girls looking dazed, and he knew he still had a minute or two before the light came on behind those deep brown eyes. He used the time to get dressed and take a few snap-shots, both as mementos and for bragging rights. Grant was grinning, his head swimming a little in a sure sign he'd reached his absolute limit. It was almost like a buzz - the giddy high that followed an exertion such as this one. Still smiling he got dressed and closed the door on the two girls still recovering from his intrusion into their minds, safe in the knowledge that when they came to they'd have no idea who it was who left their snug little cunts reeking of heat and cum...

*******

Anger and sympathy roiled in Abigail's mind as she sat in the little office assigned to the student council president. Sympathy for the two girls still in shock after what happened to them. Or so it had seemed at first. Abby was a senior and one of the best in her class and it didn't take the coyote long to detect the crude way in which the minds of the two freshman girls had been tampered with. And then there were Stella's words, whispered carefully into her ear as she brought the two distressed girls to see her.

The border collie stood beside her now, a stern look on her usually bright face, accentuated by the headband that kept a mop of short stark-white hair out of her eyes, Stella had been checking in on some of their new arrivals, to see if they were settling in okay at the females' dorm when she found the two barely conscious and cuck-naked in a room that reeked of sex. Abby's nose was keen but she'd learned long ago that Stella had a particular knack for sniffing things out, and the collie assured he she was certain she recognized the ascent of the male who'd quite obviously been there a short while ago.

"All right, now I know this is all distressing, but I'll need you both to relax and focus on my voice." She said, speaking softly as she intoned the necessary phrases and opened up the flow of her gathered energies. Her ears flicked in annoyance because of the wrench this threw in her study-schedule, and the fact that once again it was her job to fix her brother's mess.

Stella insisted she'd smelled him both in the room and on the two assaulted martens, and as she confronted the brutish construct erected in their psyches she didn't doubt her friend. This wasn't just clumsy work, it was reckless even if you ignored the obscene breach in ethics. Even she was doing something she knew she had no right to, but the alternative would be reporting this and entrusting the girls to a skilled mage who'd have no difficulty divining the person who'd attacked them. She'd kept her brother from getting expelled more than once, but this time he'd be in a lot more trouble if he got found out.

Even though she knew she shouldn't be doing this, the coyote was confident she could help. She had the necessary skill and the discipline to work carefully, and as she chanted she could feel the violent blocks in the twins' minds eroding. She was relieved to see there was no permanent damage, but she'd still need to be diligent to make sure the two psyches are restored properly. Something she couldn't exactly do while avoiding the suppressed memories.

Abby's tail bristled and she barely bit off a yelp as she felt something force itself into a very intimate place. Fingers jabbing roughly past dry folds, an intrusion that disappeared after a second. She knew theoretically that some of the sensations and memories would spill over into her mind, but she had never done this and was caught off guard by how vivid and intense they were. Understandable enough, considering how traumatic they were.

She firmed her resolve and kept a grip on the spell she was shaping in spite of the random intrusions. There was no order or sequence to the flashes, the violent fragments of what the girls' senses had recorded. The smells Stella had described seemed to fill her lungs in one breath - the sweet musk of a fertile female, similar enough to her won but hidden under the sharper scent of a male. The moment she exhaled it the miasma seemed to disappear altogether, but her next blink replaced the sight of the two girls seated opposite her with a purplish-red mass seemingly aimed at her muzzle, a disturbing image that was thankfully gone the next instant.

The more work she did the more complete the fragmented sensations became. A sudden ache in her right nipple and a high-pitched female voice drying out as something bit or pinched it. A moment later she almost stumbled over a word of the spell when she became convinced that there was something big lodged in her muzzle, a grimace flashing over her composed expression as her tongue registered a bitter and salty slime she'd tasted once and resolved never to taste again.

"Better make me -nghh!-cum bitch, or this thing's going up your ass next!"

If she had any lingering doubts about what had happened to these two, hearing her brother's grunting voice settled the matter. Grant had always been a spoiled brat, but when he got out from under their parent's control he began to worry her. She'd tried to exercise some sort of authority over him but mostly she wound up keeping him out of trouble he didn't want to stop causing. She did her best to keep her anger in check, as well as other emotions.

She did her best to keep her breathing steady, even when she was sure she felt a knot forcing itself into her, or when she saw and felt a freshly rutted mustelid sex descend over her muzzle. The two martens had their eyes closed and were deep in a trance, but she could see them wince and flick their ears as the ordeal resurfaced. And Abby was forced to relieve it all, seeing the events from the eyes of the two sisters.

For those vivid bursts of tortured memory she was them, experiencing her own brother's violent rutting from their point of view. Worse, every time one of the visions flashed by she'd feel like she was shrunk down just a little, enough to make grant seem bigger and stronger. She'd never thought of her brother as physically imposing, but when the flashes came she could see his paws easily encircling the slinky waist that she felt was her own. Not to mention that she had no problem taking a canine male, even though she'd never allow one to be this rough with her.

But Grant was not only acting like a pent-up savage but forcing himself into bodies never designed to accept what he was endowed with. Then again, she knew that during heat a woman's body tended to be a little more... accommodating. Forcing them into estrus might have saved them from injury, but she doubted her younger brother had any idea what he'd really done. The moment they started studies girls were warned that conception had a way of making recent effect placed upon a woman permanent. It was only due to the fact Grant had no idea how to actually erase a memory and that he'd done such a slap-dash job of it that she was able to do this.

Abby delved diligently, trying to center herself in a sea of increasingly vivid flashes. They struck her mind out of sequence, a rapid succession of depraved acts tinged with the fear of the girls experiencing. One moment she was pushing a short, mustelid muzzle into a smooth pink cleft, feeling a breath and a tongue on her won slit, only for the sensation to be replaced by a hammering at her cervix and a burning throbbing from those same lips as they found themselves splayed around a pistoning shaft. A digit forcing its way under her tail, and her brother grunting and gloating as a tip nestled against the entrance to her womb and sprayed a steady stream of canine seed.

By the time she was done her chest was rising and falling with each heavy breath, something she'd have been happy to blame on the anger and indignation she felt, if not for the sensation of wet fabric against the bare skin between her thighs. If she released the two sisters now, her brother would be expelled and barred from the study of magic, to say nothing about possible jail time. She felt like he deserved it, but she also knew their parents had no idea what he was like now. The shock would break their hearts, and it was for that reason she kept the magic flowing.

Abby knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she firmed her resolve and did her best to fight the images still lingering in her mind - her own brother bent over her, gripping her hips and rutting away at her fertile sex. Her skill outstripped his, and even though she'd never actually tried this she was confident she'd done a good job. The girls were already in a suitable trance, but with some reluctance Abigail reached out to Stella's mind, reluctantly ensnaring her best friend in the same spell. She carefully wove a false memory of the two marten approaching Stella with questions about the student council, after which the collie took them on a tour that ended with the council president's office and a talk with Abby herself. The memory of what the two had been through and how Stella had found them was carefully purged, but still all too vivid in Abigail's mind.

With that out of the way she rummaged around her drawers for some sanitary wipes and tissues. Stella had led them here directly, and when she got on her knees and parted each mustelid's legs she could plainly see there was still plenty of her brother's... evidence. She kept all three females in a daze as she worked diligently and as gently as she could. Empathy didn't come hard, since she still felt almost as if like it had been her own sex that had taken a brutal breeding. Whenever she spread one of the girls open she would wince in sympathy, noting the rosy hue of what should have been pale-pink mounds. In a sudden fit of irritation at Grant's behavior, she grabbed hold of her phone and took a few pics of what she was forced to do to keep him out of trouble. She made these three forget what had happened, but as she scooped and wiped the last of her brother's seed she swore she wouldn't let him forget this!

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When his phone chirped Grant was mildly surprised to see a message from his sister, and genuinely surprised when he actually read it. All caps and typed with an unsteady hand by the look of it, demanding to know 'what the fuck he thought he was doing'. His sister was apparently still typing and her next message was a bit clearer. So his sister had gotten wind of his little romp with the twins.

Just having some fun, what's it to you? He could imagine his priss of a sis having one of her usual bouts of outrage as she typed up a response.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED!?

I handled it, didn't I? he typed, smirking as he imagined his sister's vein throbbing in her forehead. She always took every fucking little thing too seriously...

YOU COULD HAVE ERASED THEIR MINDS! I BARELY FIXED THE DAMAGE!

Yeah, I was kinda tapped out by then... he wrote, his sheath swelling a little as he remembered the way he'd left the two slinky little sluts.

YOU HALF ASSED IT!_she wrote, and to Grants shock the next several photos were up-close shots of still blushing mustelid slits spread open wide enough to show a dribble of the cum he'd filled their young wombs with. _THIS IS HOW STELLA FOUND THEM. A RAPE KIT AND AN HOUR WITH A COMPETENT MAGE AND YOU'D BE IN JAIL! I HAD TO COVER FOR THIS SHIT!

The last remark wiped the smile from the coyote's face. Abby was always putting him down, insisting he should study the basics and quit 'toying around' with the power he'd learned to tap into. So what if he hadn't done a neat job? She did, and she was so blind with outrage she didn't even seem to realize how damning these texts and those pics were. He knew he'd committed a crime, but his precious little sis had just admitted to covering it up. Fuck, she probably had to do something to her best friend too. Stella was the daughter of the chief of campus security, and just as straight-laced as Abigail. It was probably just sheer luck she ran to her friend instead of calling daddy. So, Stella might still know what he'd done, and unlike Abby he had no hold over her. At least not yet...

*******

Grant tried to look inconspicuous as he made his way along the campus. It was getting late and there weren't a lot of people about, especially near the administration building. He went to the side of the building his sister's office was and carefully tapped into the stream of power gathered within him. Divination wasn't his strong suit, but it was easier when you had an idea who you were looking for and where you might find them. His guess proved to be correct - one person in the office and it wasn't Abby. Stella was the council treasurer and Abigail gave her a copy of the key to her little office so she could work there when she needed to, and it seems she was still fussing over spreadsheets even though there was almost nobody left in the building this late. He quickly made his way along the corridors, catching the border collie sitting behind a desk and typing away at her laptop.

"Grant? Abby left an hour ago, if that's what you're here for." the black and white bitch said, looking down her muzzle at the coyote. She'd never really liked him, but she wasn't looking like him the way she would at a man who raped two freshman girls and left them pregnant and without any memory of what happened. Abby actually tampered with her best friend's brain along with the twins! It was almost touching, but he knew that this was her lap-dog, and he needed to put a leash on her in more ways than one.

"I actually came here looking for you..." he said. The magic had been flowing through him since he'd divined her location a minute ago, and he was reaching out, sensing the neat work his sister had done in that doggy-brain. Normally he wouldn't have liked his odds against a senior of Stella's talents, but his sister had made it easy. One of the reasons mental magic was a touchy subject was that it made the subject vulnerable to further intrusions.

"I can't imagine why. I'm far too busy either way, so it will have to wait."

"It will only take a second. You see, I brought something I'd like you to try on..." Grant said, reaching into his bag and holding up a collar and a leash. And it was the hand-crafted leather kind used in S&M play. This was very clearly something bought at a pet store, and judging by Stella's expression she could 'appreciate' the nuance.

"I'm doing no such thing! Now get out or..." she said, sitting up and looking adorably flustered with her usual calm shattered by outrage. Grant was ready to capitalize on that slip. He struck out with his mind, channeling raw power into the effort of reaching out for the lingering enchantment her sister had placed on the collie. Stella wasn't a fool and immediately recognized what was happening, releasing her own flow of power to fight his efforts.

As he struggled Grant realized that she was better than he was. Even with the advantage of surprise she'd quickly recovered and was resisting his probing. He wouldn't have stood a chance, but he could feel the spell already laid on her mind responding, a Trojan horse supplied by his sister eroding the formidable defenses of one of the school's prize pupils.

He got control of her nervous system first, because it was easier than the conscious mind. He made her legs buckle and her arms grow weak as noodles, spilling the monochromatic canine on the floor. It served as a distraction and he capitalized on it. He messed with the function of her lungs, making her fight for breath as she struggled to rise. She panicked, her concentration slipping and letting Grant deeper into her psyche. One final, savage thrust and Grant felt the collie's defenses crumble, laying her psyche out before him like a spoil of war.

"Fuck, you made me work for that you bitch..." he grumbled, feeling a pulsing in his skull from the sheer effort it had taken to beat Stella. "Now let's see what I've won. Get up..." he said, although she'd begun rising before the words were out of his muzzle, responding to his desire. His sister's intrusion had given him a lever of control he'd never had over another person, and the coyote found himself giddy with the possibilities.

For now he settled for unwrapping his present. The jacket with the school crest went first, and the sight of Stella in her white blouse was enough to make Grant's ears perk up. The prissy bitch always kept her uniform tightly buttoned up, but now that it was just white cotton covering her chest Grant could tell she had a decent pair of puppies hidden away. And as he made his way along the buttons and revealed more of the now docile collie, something other than his ears rose.

"Fuck me, don't those look pretty..." he said as he took off the blouse and the plain white bra Stella had been wearing, a boring garment that had been hiding a pair of firm and supple tits big enough to stick out of the soft fluff covering the collie's chest. She already had a nice set of boobs, and the coyote licked his lips as he imagined just how much they would swell after tonight. With that in mind, he undid the pleated skirt and slipped the pain white panties down the border collie's shapely legs, taking a step back to admire what turned out to be a sexy little bitch under that prissy wrapping.

"Oh, that reminds me..." he said, removing her headband and mussing up the mess of short white hair on Stella's head. "There we go. Already looking less like a nerd and more like a puppy. In fact, why don't you pant for me?" he said, and immediately the recently huffy student council treasurer was panting like a loyal feral bitch. And she looked even more like one once he slipped the collar around her neck, gripping the leash firmly as he admired his handywork.

"Good girl. Now come here and take my clothes off..." he said, smiling in satisfaction as the black and white bitch immediately did as she was told. There was no hesitation in her movements, no hint that she might be struggling against his command, but there was a lack of enthusiasm. Grant channeled more power into the spell, intent on fixing that.

"There's a good bitch... you like wearing a leash and collar, don't you?"

"I... don't?" she asked, the distant and confused tone making it clear to the coyote he'd have to be a little clearer.

"Yes you do. It makes you feel sexy, and when people stare at you wearing a collar it gets you horny..."

"It... yes..." she said, kneeling down to slide his pants down, a quivering quality creeping into her tone as her tail gave a few anxious flicks.

"And it feels even better when someone holds your leash. It makes you want to be a good bitch for your master..."

"I'm... I'm good..." she said in a cute whine, making Grant grin widen. She was so obsessed about being a good girl that it was just a matter of twisting new ideas into that image. The old "good" Stella never would have let someone hold her by a leash while she knelt obediently, her face inches from a sheath and a red tip just poking out.

"Yes you are. Now get me ready like a good girl..."

"Get you... ready?" she asked, the very image of a cute dumb dog as she stared up at him.

"Use your muzzle. You need to get me ready to breed my bitch..." he said, noticing the way her ears flicked and wondering if the priss was recoiling at the profanity. She stared at his emerging junk until he began to wonder if she'd ever blown a guy before. He knew she had at least one boyfriend, and unless the guy was a fag there was no way a bitch with a body like this was a virgin...

Just as Grant was beginning to wonder if he'd have to walk her through this step by step the pretty muzzle parted and a long, nimble tongue slipped out. The licks were rapid and eager, the tip curling around the underside of his emerging cock and flicking the tip as she licked up. But with each second that passed he gave her more to work with, and in less than a minute she was taking long, whorish licks traveling from his slim knot all the way to the tapered end, with the erect canine cock bobbing around and occasionally slapping against the bridge of her muzzle.

"There's a good girl. Now play with my balls a little. Make sure I'm ready to fill my bitch up..." he said, pushing more energy into the compulsion when he felt a hint of resistance from the older girl. She was a senior and it was showing, but he just had to keep focused and her resistance would be just a feeble struggle.

Stella was pretty clueless about what was asked of her, but just having the priss kneeling under him, leashed and naked like a feral bitch as she polished his cock with her tongue was an immense turn-on. His sister's lackey and a star student, overcome by someone who 'still didn't have a grasp on the fundamentals of magic' and needed to stick to the basics. His sister was the worst offender, and he wondered how he could really drive the point home that he was better than she even dreamed. And when the idea came to him, he almost laughed.

"That's good Stella, now get up and plant that pretty little ass on the desk." he said, and apart from a twitch of her whiskers at the obscene word, there was no hesitation in the collie as she did what she was told. "Good girl, now lay back and spread your legs wide. Let me get a good look at that puppy-pussy..." he gloated.

Stella did as she was told and Grant felt his cock twitch at the sight. Fuck, but she was a fine piece of ass when she wasn't wrapped up like a prude. The breasts flattened a little but were still firm and perky enough to have delicate points facing up, each one crowned with a rosy-brown nipple sticking out in the black-white fluff. A white streak ran down a firm belly and only made the bare pink slit stick out even more as his bitch displayed it for him. The canine folds glistened just barely, proof that his compulsion had made her turned on, but he knew she could do better than that. He placed one paw on her lower belly and without ceremony pushed two fingers of his other hand into her snug little slit.

There was a bark and a whimper from Stella but she remained where she was, her cunny clenching around two digits rubbing and probing around inside her as Grant muttered the syllables of the spell he'd used on the martens. More energy flowed from him and into the twitching body laid out before him. He kept finger-fucking her, grabbing her leash again as he savored what was to come. And there was no hiding the moment his latest enchantment took hold. Does had sleek bodies and fantastic legs, mare's and cows had the best tits around, but for a canine like him nothing could really compare to the smell of an actual bitch in heat. Well, almost nothing...

Grant pulled his fingers from the dripping canine cunny, sticking them in Stella's muzzle which was parted as the girl suddenly felt short of breath. Desperate to be a 'good girl', she began to lick and suckle, her enthusiasm reminding Grant there was something better than the scent of a bitch in heat. He was still holding the leash as he got between her shapely thighs, nostrils flaring just before he pushed his muzzle in and drove his tongue into the drooling honeypot.

The noise Stella made was priceless, something he doubted even a feral bitch would make. For his part he just dug in, savoring something he'd never gotten a really good taste of. Contraception was a bit hit-and-miss, and a girl who wanted to avoid getting pregnant kept males away while in heat. Something Stella couldn't do with him gripping her mind as securely as he gripped the leash. His tongue dove in over and over, the silken tunnel pulsing and occasionally clamping on him. His muzzle was pushed so far against her muff that he could feel his teeth brushing against the plump pink labia. Every now and again he'd close them, giving the tender flesh a little pinch that got more squeaks and whines from his latest bitch.

Grant felt like he was gloriously high and wondered if the flow of magic or the steady stream of sweetly-scented bitch juice was to blame, Either way he wanted Stella and he was about to have her, right here and right now, he silenced the office just in case, but the building was pretty empty and would remain so until morning.

"Okay Stella, hop off and get on all fours, here on the carpet..." he said, helping the dazed collie up and off his sister's desk. It was tempting to take Stella right there, maybe leave a few choice claw-marks in the wood to remind his priss of a sis what he was capable of. But there were other ways of driving that point home, and with Stella leashed as she was he really wanted to make an honest bitch out of her.

"That's it girl- tail up, ass out..." he said, kneeling behind her and grabbing hold of his shaft.

He placed one hand on her ass cheek, reaching out with his thumb and using a dull claw to pull one of her labia away from the other, opening up the glistening canine flower as he guided his tip closer. When she felt the cock touch her inner petals, Stella yipped and flagged her tail down.

"Wha... what are you...?" she asked, or at least tried to. She seemed to have a hard time catching her breath.

"What do you think? Get that tail up, it's time to breed that snug little cunt of yours..."

"But... you said... breed your bitch... I'm a good girl!" the collie half-gasped and half-barked out, and Grant couldn't help but laugh.

"You're both. You've been a good girl, but you're a bitch in heat. You can smell it, can't you? So you are going to be a good bitch and let me breed you..." he said, a growl tinting his tone and helping get the point across.

Stella did as she was told, although there was something to the way she held her ears down that told him she was reluctant deep down. Not that he cared. With her tail out of the way it was a simple matter of guiding his tip to the parted cleft and prying her dripping passage open. Once the tip was in he gave a sharp buck, pulling back on the leash at the same time and ensuring that the startled bitch took every inch of his cock.

The heat of her was heaven as she pulsed around him, and Grant took a second both to savor the feeling of tightness and triumph and to collect himself. He was going to empty his balls in this slick doggy-cunt and leave his new bitch with a puppy or two, but it would be a shame to rush things. So much more fun the rut the once proud collie silly, to let the reek of heat and sex soak into his sister's office and show her what he'd done to the girl that supposedly could have ruined his life.

Once he had a grip on himself he pulled out, his keen ears catching the little 'blib' noise of a canine cunny clinging briefly to his still unswollen knot before releasing it and settling for hugging the red rod still buried in the dripping cleft. Stella wasn't as maddeningly tight or as petite and slinky as the marten twins, but there were advantages to mounting a proper bitch.

Her curves were generous enough that even a fluffy coat couldn't hide them, but still firm enough that his thrusts made them bounce instead of jiggling. And he didn't have to work to get her body to take his whole cock, like with the twins. This was a bitch in heat, and if she had any doubts about this, her body didn't. It wanted his cock, a smooth, hard length with a knot to seal her up nice and snug and a pointed tip to stick into her cervix and ensure her womb was flooded with what it needed.

Since she was taking him so well he didn't hold back, slamming into her with all the strength he had and trusting his hold on the leash to keep her from getting knocked flat on her face. He could see her tits sway and could imagine those mocha nubs growing hard as acorns, the collie's back arching a little with every thrust. The rough fucking should have hurt, but if it did he couldn't tell. The gasps, whimpers, barks, yips and moans coming from the collie's muzzle could be taken several ways, and whatever they meant they were music to his ears.

"I never thanked you -ngh!- for taking those little sluts to my sister. Wouldn't have been -argh!- able to take you like this if dear Abby hadn't messed with that head of yours."

"Ahh... I..." Stella said, or tried to. His thrusts were now hard enough to drive her breath from her lungs each time he slammed into her.

"And now my sister will have another pussy to clean! It will be too late for you though. You feel my knot moving in and out? Feel that fat little cunt of -ngh!- yours trying to hold me in? Well soon enough it will, and once you feel it grab on you'll be a mommy..."

"No! I... you can't..." she cried out, and Grant could feel her consciousness trying to squirm away. He poured more power into his enchantment as he railed her as hard as he could to keep her from concentrating.

"But I have to! You're a bitch in heat, you need this. I'm helping you..."

"He-helping?"

"Yes, and you're glad for it. So glad that you want to have my puppy..."

"P-yip!-puppy..."

"That's right. Nothing will make you happier than being a good girl and letting me put a puppy in you..." he said, feeling his words take root.

"Y-yes... ngh-gonna have puppies... Ahm-a good girl..." she babbled.

"Yes you are. Now show me how much you like getting bred. Cum for me like a good girl..."

"I'm... I'm..." she whined, and Grant wasn't sure if she was trying to say she was a good girl, or that she was cumming, but when the canine cunny clamped down he guessed it was the later.

It happened while his knot was out which he figured was a good thing. If her cunt had griped his bulge the way it was gripping his shaft it would have pushed him over and spoiled a lot of the fun. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, pumping her slit even as it tried to hold him in and milk him dry, his pistoning helping pump out a flood of sweet-smelling bitch-nectar, the splattering mess soaking into both their fur and the carpet. If his sister insisted on sniffing around, he'd give her something to sniff.

It was that thought that inspired him, and he did his best to keep fucking the now dazed bitch while rummaging around his discarded jeans. Fishing his phone out, he taped the video-call icon and picked his sister's contact. It rang for a while and then he saw his sister on the screen, her face souring the moment she saw him.

"Grant, do you know what time it... wait, what are you doing?" she asked, looking worried when she realized her younger brother was topless, out of breath and that there were strange noises on his end of the line. "Are you... I swear to God if you're pulling that crap again I'll..."

"Don't worry sis, it's all good. Stella won't get me in trouble this time. But let's check to be safe. Stella, you wouldn't do anything to harm me, would you?" he asked before leaning over the bitch and pointing the screen in her face at such an angle that let him see it to. He kept humping into her and while he wasn't sure what the once prim collie must have looked like, the expression on Abby's face when she saw her friend in this state was priceless.

"No! I'm- mpfhhh!- a ghooood girl... wanna -mrf!-wanna have your puppies..." Stella stammered out, better than anything Grant could have hoped for. He swept his phone back along her body, letting his sister get a good look at the leashed bitch begging to be bred before he pointed the screen at his face again. Abigail was stunned.

"I have to thank you sis. Your little bit of tampering got me into her mind. I never could have broken her down without your help..." he gloated.

"Grant you..." she shouted, but stopped herself in mid-sentence, took a deep breath and forced some calm into her voice. "Grant listen, if you forced her into heat... I can't get into the details, but don't go through with it. Just finish in... look, do whatever you want but don't get her pregnant." she said, making irritation flash through the coyote's mind. She still thinks she can tell me what to do and what not to do?

"Well let's ask Stella then. Stella, Abigail thinks I shouldn't let you have my puppies..." he said, pointing the phone at the collie's face, trusting the enchantment he'd laid on her psyche.

"No! I'm a good girl! Want - ahhh!- want a puppy..."

"I dunno... maybe I shouldn't stick my knot in? Give you a chance?"

"Whaaah-want the knot! Push in... tie me... I'm good, ahm a good..." the collie stammered so hysterically that Grant couldn't help but laugh.

"Well you heard her. But I don't want you to worry, so I'm gonna let you watch to make sure Stella's all right..." he said, carefully laying the phone screen up just under the collie's stuffed cunny, making sure his sister had a good view of what was about to happen.

*******

Abigail was about to reprimand her brother but hesitated when the camera focused again and her screen filled with the most obscene thing it had ever displayed. Her voice caught in her throat as she saw an expanse of stark-white fur at the top, and down below glistening pink wrapped around an angry looking rod done in red and purple, slick and brutal as it thrust over and over. She felt her legs go weak as she realized she was watching her little brother rape her best friend. And it was rape, in spite of the plaintive sounds the collie was making, or the absurdly sluttish things she said on those occasions she caught her breath.

If she were in possession of her faculties, Stella wouldn't have begged for the knot even now punching against her splayed folds, nor would she have begged anyone to breed her like a bitch, least of all Grant. Abigail had her own dorm room, and she was glad of it because the sounds filling it would have been impossible to explain. They were grunts, moans and yips for a start, but when one savage thrust almost knocked Stella over grant had caught her and pulled her back. The straining sex was now directly over her brother's phone, and she could hear the wet 'plap' sounds of the mess being churned from her friend dripping on the screen, the image becoming increasingly blurry as the mess rained down until all she could make out was the blurred mass of her brother's knot...

The notion made her fight of the shock-induced paralysis, and a moment later she was dashing for the administration building, her phone in her pocket and her headphones ringing with the obscene broadcast. She could hear grant teasing Stella, making her beg for puppies and remembered what her sibling had done to the martens. It was a sick and twisted game, but for her friend's sake she hoped he would continue to play it a while longer. If she reached them before her brother climaxed and sealed the collie's fate, she'd at least salvage her friend's mind, if not dignity...

*******

"C'mon Stella, open up for me... you're -mrgh!- making me think that you don't really want to take my knot." Grant teased, knowing it wasn't the case. He could have jammed the thing in already, but this was too fun for him to cut it short. Of course the longer he waited the more it would hurt his bitch, but he didn't care. He'd done a good enough job on her head that she would still wind up thanking him as he shot his load into her fertile womb.

"No! Ahhhh... want it. Want a puppy..." the border collie moaned out, lost to reason and a slave of the sensations overwhelming her.

"Well if you don't let me in by the time I cum I'll just spray my load over your back and waste it..."

"I'll... I'll be good. Ha-aaAah!-harder!"

With his blood pounding in his ears and Stella getting increasingly vocal it was small wonder even Grant's keen ears didn't pick up the footsteps, but he still turned to face the door when it swung open. He almost panicked until he saw his sister, breathing hard after what must have been an impressive run and staring in outrage.

"Grant! Get off her or I'll..."

"You'll what? Use magic on me? C'mon sis, what do you take me for? You were getting ready for bed, and I know you've already wasted your reserves on some bushtit schoolwork." he said. Magical power doesn't accumulate past a day's worth, and he knew his nerdy sister wouldn't let even a day's reserves just go to waste.

"Then I'll..."

"Call security? The cops? No way you'd do that. I've got proof you've covered for me with those marten twins and Stella here. You rat on me and you sink with me. So just calm down, cause I'm gonna do -ngh!- whatever the fuck -rgh!- I... want!" he said, yanking hard enough on Stella's leash that he choked off her cry as a violent thrust dimpled her labia before it finally slipped past them, the canine cunny clenching tight on him. The pain of such a penetration wasn't enough to stop the collie from cumming what was left of her brains out, and it didn't take a lot of milking from her snug sex for Grant to give her what she'd been begging for.

He spared a glance at his sister, staring at shock with a hand covering her muzzle. Nothing was covering her friend, the naked body showing signs of use. There were furrows in her fur made by dull claws, tiny damp patches caused by love-bites, and stiff nipples a rosy shade indicating they'd been pinched and tweaked. He could feel his sack tensing, muscles flexing as they pumped a generous load of coyote spunk into the whimpering bitch still cumming around the cock seeding her. He brought his hand down on one black cheek, drawing a yip from Stella and a groan from him as the pain made her clench.

"Oh my God... Grant do you have any idea what you've done!?" his sister almost screamed out.

"Hey, you heard her beg me for a pup? It would be cruel to turn her down, a fine bitch like this..." he said, kneading the bouncy behind.

"You've... you have no idea, do you? Conception is dangerous for females Grant! Any effect we're under when we become pregnant is permanent!"

"Fuck, you serious? So Stella's gonna be gagging for my cock forever?"

"She... her mind will try to rationalize it. She will be convinced that she's in... love with you."

"Holy shit! Well I wasn't looking to get tied down, but she's the best lay I've ever had. Might work out having her as a pet. For me at least..." he said, looking down at the bitch who was now tied to him in more ways than the obvious one...

*******

Of all the things her brother had done, the way he'd made her see Stella was subjectively one of the worst for Abigail. Her best friend was... happy. Extremely so, which only made things seem worse. She doted on Grant who was playing the part of a much-loved boyfriend, even though Abby could see through the act. There's been no love in him as he'd seeded the collie, playing with her body as if he owned it, using the leash to pull her up until her back was pressed against his chest. Abby felt wrong for watching it, but she insisted of staying and getting Stella away from her brother, so she wound up watching as he enjoyed her best friend.

He pulled her muzzle back, forcing a kiss on the girl who was still trying to catch her breath and who was now a permanent slave to the compulsion that made her kiss him back just as fiercely. His hands slid around her, groping the collie's breasts and toying with the pebble-heart nubs sticking out of the little mocha-pink islands in a sea of white fur. And bellow that the sight of her friend's sex, bruised red and distended as it held onto the gloating coyote's swollen knot. She could even make out Grant's sack, pulled up against him and twitching as it forced even more sperm into the poor collie. There was no tenderness in the way he'd pulled his knot from her once he was done, leaving the barely conscious canine in Abby's care as he got dressed and left.

The first thing she did was to dig out Stella's phone and text her father. As chief of security he had a nice house on campus and being a daddy's girl Stella still lived there. She typed up a message saying 'she' was sleeping over at Abby's, which the colie did do from time to time. To her relief Peter responded with a text and not a call, and she managed to get Stella dressed and to her dorm. At this time of night the showers were empty, and she had some much needed privacy to help wash the stink of rut from her friend's fur, among other things. Standing naked in the steam with the poor girl leaning groggily against her she'd held the showerhead between the border collie's legs until the white flood began to run clear.

She knew what to expect in the morning but it was still unnerving to have Stella remember everything more-or-less as it happened but remain head-over-heels for Grant. She just thought that they got a little 'carried away' yesterday, and didn't even seem bothered by the fact she was almost certainly pregnant. And for all his acting Grant treated her as a pet, groping and pinching her even in public and never getting anything other than a giggle from the collie. And she had to go along with it.

The dinner was more surreal than anything so far. Stella was waiting to tell her father about the pup she was carrying but had told the old dog about her boyfriend, and not knowing about what Grant was like Peter assumed he was something like his sister. The poor man was thrilled that her girl had realized 'there were more important things in the world than good grades' and that she'd been risking 'letting her youth pass her by', so he'd invited his daughter's new boyfriend over for dinner. Abby had been invited by default, since she'd been over at their place often enough that it would seem weird to leave her out. The coyote femme wished they had. She had to smile and make believe that Stella's delusion was true, and that her own brother hadn't raped and then irreparably twisted her best friends mind by impregnating her. Poor Peter was over the moon, and she doubted that even Stella revealing she was carrying the coyote's pup would make him think any less of the boy who had done something so terrible to his daughter.

"You know, I wasn't going to bring this up but... well I'm glad you have a young man around you after what happened to those freshman twins." he said, his mood souring a little and distracting him from the fact Abby had almost jumped in her chair at the mention of the martens. "Never had something like that happen in this school. We've had peeping toms, pranks getting out of hand, and the occasional drunken grope that wasn't very well received. And we still haven't a clue who assaulted the poor girls..."

"It's a shame, but don't beat yourself over it. There are a lot of people in this school and you can't be everywhere..." Grant said, flawlessly faking concern. It was what she always hated about her brother - the ease with which he could appear kind and caring. The act had worked on their own parents for years, and Peterdidn't seem to be proof against it.

"Yeah, God knows I don't have the personnel. Say, what about you Grant? We've got a program set up - student rangers. Sort of like campus-sec deupties"

"Oh, I think Grant could spare the time from his schoolwork..." Abby quipped, trying to divert the old dog from this school of thought.

"Nah, it's all after classes and nothing dangerous, and he'd be paid for his time. Seeing someone in uniform walking around with a flashlight shining is a better deterrent than you might think. And Grant wouldn't be patrolling alone. Rex!" the collie shouted, the call answered by a bark and then a scrabble on claws on hardwood and finally the appearance of a large German shepherd. "This is Rex, the campus narc."

"A drug dog?" Grant asked as the obviously well-trained dog sat next to his master.

"You bet. Illusions can fool almost everyone, but nothing gets past this nose. So what do you say Grant?"

"You know what, I think I'll take you up on that offer..." her brother said, his smile making Abby worry about what he'd get up to...

*******

Abigail had been reviewing some theory before bed when she got a text from her brother, telling her to come out to the bleachers. She'd barely typed out a curt refusal when another text came - a picture, and a very specific one at that. It was a close-up shot of a glistening pink sex, a small one judging by how big her brother's fingers looked, digging into the plump labia as they stretched the unknown girl open so that the camera could capture every little detail of her still unsoiled sex.

There was a hint of brown fur at the edges of the photo, brining flashes of borrowed memories swimming up to the surface of Abby's mind - the sensations experienced by two young marten twins who would never remember the obscene acts even now roiling in the coyote's head, the nature of the spell making it hard to think of it as happening to someone else. The memories had been the impression of each twin, and digging them out had forced Abby to relive them as if they were happening to her. A second later she was closing her lap-top and making her way out of the dorm room, trying to ignore the damning sensation of wet fabric between her legs. It was dark so nobody saw her making her way to the bleachers, and looking puzzled as she failed to see any sign of her brother and what she was sure was his victim.

Over here sis! You got here just in time...

The voice sounded in her head, a tentative pull urging her to one corner of the darkness under the seats that seemed to hold nothing, until one step brought her to the inside of her brother's spell. Now that she was within the limit neither sound nor light were masked and she could see that Grant - wearing his new campus security uniform- was there along with Rex, Stella and a young otter whose damp eyes showed signs of weeping. And she could only imagine why. Her brother had her on all fours and had already mounted the poor girl, his red shaft stuck between two plump folds that were wrapped around it in a taut 'O', obviously straining as the small mustelid tried to take a larger male.

"Grant, I told you not to... for fuck's sake, isn't Stella enough for you?" Abby hissed. Her friend would have never stood for something like this before Grant got to her, but there was no undoing what her brother had done to the collie. She was and would remain infatuated with him, and would rationalize anything the coyote did.

"Don't worry, I haven't touched that pretty little head of hers. I got Rex to act excited around her and convinced her that he smelled something and I had to search her for drugs. I might have had a hard time convincing her to follow me under the bleachers, but with both a member of the student council with me and another female I guess she felt it was all on the up-and-up." he said.

It didn't take Abby long to work out what he did - encasing a globe around them all in silence and casting an illusion that would swallow any light hitting it. If it were day, the globe of pitch-black darkness would have stuck out like a sore thumb, but it was already pitch-dark under the bleachers at this time of night, making the four of them practically invisible.

"Relax Abby, he's just having some fun! Besides, walking around alone at night, the girl was probably feeling a little lonely anyways..." Stella said, obviously repeating Grant's words.

Abigail counted it a small mercy that Grant hadn't tried to do a half-assed job of messing with an untouched mind again, especially considering what the girl had looked like in the photo he'd sent. The pink flower had been glistening, but standing here it was obvious that the young otter didn't want this, meaning that Grant had more than likely forced her into heat.

"AaaAaahhh! P-please miss... you have to... help..." the otter pleaded, her voice shaking as her brother resumed his violation of the straining mustelid sex. The plea ended in a sharp yelp when a hand came down on her pert rump.

"You think I'd have called her here if she was going to help you? Besides, remember our deal - I have my fun and then you can wipe yourself off, get back to your room and pretend it never happened. Otherwise the video Stella is shooting goes live and you become a campus celebrity! Your folks just packed you off to college, how do you think _they'd_feel watching their little girl getting railed like a slut her freshman year?" he said, and it was only then that Abby noticed that part of the light shining on the rutting pair was coming from the phone Stella was holding, carefully capturing the poor girl's violation.

"Why did you call me then?" Abby asked, folding her ears as if it could block the cries of the girl her younger brother was raping.

"Well I figured with Stella hanging around me all the time now you might be feeling a little lonely. And considering how fast you get to me the first time I fucked Stella I figured you liked watching..."

"You know I don't!"

"Do I? Then why are you here?" he asked, and Abby found herself unable to answer. She'd hoped she might change her brother's mind, but there was no hope. She couldn't do a thing without ruining her own life, and she lacked the courage to pay that price to protect strangers. "Yeah, so you just think about that while I work on knotting this pretty little pussy..."

"No! Y-you can't! Please, tell him! It's too big, he'll..." the girl stammered, shrieking as Grant gave a lunge strong enough to drive the air from her lungs.

"Aww, look at poor Rex. I think he's a bit jealous..." Stella said, still recording and still smiling as she gestured towards the shepherd who was almost humping the air, four inches of red visible between his legs as he kept his eyes pointed at the rutting taking place.

"Well I can't leave my partner high and dry. Besides, this little cunt getting a little too loud. Stella, why don't you help her get some nice warm puppy-milk? Her throat must be hoarse from all that crying..."

The collie didn't even flinch, handing her stunned friend the phone as she beckoned the ager canine over. Abigail watched in stunned silence as Stella took hold of the feral dog's sheath with one hand and the weeping otter's chin with the other. A few strokes were enough to make Rex's enormous shaft slip wholly from its fat sheath and once it was out Stella had little trouble guiding the tip to the girl's muzzle.

It was the most debauched thing the straight-laced coyote femme had ever witnessed - the petite mustelid getting railed mercilessly from behind as her straining sex still refused to open wide enough to take a knot while Stella guided Rex closer so that more of his shaft could slip past her lips. Her sensibilities were overwhelmed and she could tell her body was reacting to the sights, sounds and the smells invading her lungs with every breath she took. Her brother was also snapping pics but she could see by the glittery decorations on the case that it must belong to the girl he was rutting. Since he was blackmailing her he didn't seem to mind giving her something to remember him by, and Abigail wondered if the marten sisters might have been better off.

Her brother seemed to be serious about the knot, even though Abby honestly doubted the girl could take it. Maybe if he'd pushed it in earlier on, but then again he probably needed some time just to make the smaller female take his shaft. The bump was big now, so much that even as a canine she winced at the thought of having it slip in. The sensation of being tied wasn't new to her, but the notion of being forced to take a knot was. Every time she'd been with a canine the male had asked her if he could tie, and if he'd waited this much Abby wouldn't have let one try. But the otter who was trying to breathe around a feral dog's cock shoved half-way down her throat didn't have the luxury of turning Grant down.

He brother seemed to be enjoying the challenge. His hands were almost big enough to meet around the otter's waist and he was using that leverage to pull her back, forcing her lips to slide off Rex' shaft before the thrust into her rump would push her back onto it. The feral dog seemed to be enjoying himself, his back hunched as he made little humping motions into the girl's tear-drenched face. He wasn't fixed, of course, and Abby couldn't miss a heavy sack dangling with each hump, threatening to empty a torrent of canine seed down the girl's throat any minute now.

And to her shame she was almost glad for the red length muffling the poor girl's cries as Grant lost his patience. Dull claws dug into the bruised, dripping folds, prying the girl even further apart as he gave one final shove. The otter screamed, and Grant grunted as he kept pushing with enough force to mask the girl's muzzle against Rex's knot and lift her knees off the ground until the sore sex finally gave in to the pressure.

Abigail gasped as the throbbing red mass suddenly disappeared, her own sex clenching as her eyes caught sight of the distended bump between the crying girl's legs. Her blushing folds were wrapped so tight around her brother that she could already see the outline of his knot, and as the girl's muffled screams confirmed it was only now growing.

"Fuck! That's a good little slut, keep milking me... show me how much you want a puppy..." her brother groaned, but Abby wasn't sure if the girl was even climaxing, or if her pained convulsions were forcing her to clench around the invading flesh.

Her brother didn't care, and didn't bother hiding the moment when the tightness of the mustelid sex took its toll and pushed him over the edge. Part of Abby felt sick for being forced to watch (and film!) this, but that wasn't the part biting her lip. The scene was so surreal that part of her was rejecting it as reality and reacting as if it was a particularly twisted piece of pornography. The girl was being seeded on one end and making plaintive noises despite the feral doggy-dick rutting her muzzle. Not a drop escaped the painfully tight seal formed by Grant's knot, but Rex couldn't get his past her teeth so when the shepherd came it was much messier.

"Try to swallow as much as you can, it's hard to clean when it soaks into your fur." Stella suggested helpfully, seeming nonplused about the fact that she'd helped a feral dog rape the girl's mouth.

The dog finished well before Grant did, and even though the otter had decided to follow Stella's advice her muzzle was still a mess. And after drinking down the feral dog's load and taking every drop her brother was pumping out, the poor mustelid's roughly rutted slit wasn't the only thing distended. The trim swimmer's belly was showing a slight bulge, part of which was the red monster she was impaled on.

"Fuck, are you never gonna let go? Hey sis, how about you help her out?"

"What?" Abigail said, shocked at what her brother seemed to be implying.

"Okay fine, be like that. I just thought you'd want to help her put this behind her as soon as possible, but I'm fine with waiting. Heck, I might even get a second wind if she doesn't loosen up her grip..."

Abby knew she was being goaded into giving her brother a show, but she also knew he'd give the poor girl another savage breeding just to spite her. So she took a deep breath and knelt next to the still trembling otter, trying to be as gentle as she could. Despite her light touch the girl winced and tried to flag her tail down the moment she touched her straining labia, but Grant soon grabbed the thick rudder-like appendage and yanked it up. She tried to be as gentle as she could, spreading the folds far enough to reveal more and more read until they were far enough apart for a stream of watery canine seed to squirt out and spray across her muzzle.

Trying to ignore the way her nostrils were flaring at the sharp scent of coyote cum and the wetness she could feel every time her drenched panties rubbed against her sex she spread the girl a little further, trying to keep out of the way of any further gushes as her brother began to pull out. The girl was whimpering and squealing as he did, the swollen red balloon slowly emerging until with a wet noise it slipped out, the bruised folds closing around the much slimmer but still girthy shaft. Without any further ceremony, Grant pulled all the way out, and with nothing inside it the otter's body rid itself of what her womb had failed to hold.

"You know, the messy ones just look hotter when you know you've bred them..." Grant gloated, taking a few final pics with the girl's own phone. "So, Abby... since you did such a good job with the martens, I'm sure you wouldn't mind cleaning little... what's-her-name here up, will you?"

"Fine..." Abigail almost growled out, folding her ears at the reminder of the photos she should never have sent. It was only then that she realized she'd rushed out without her purse. "Do you have any tissues, or wipes?"

"Oh, I guess I forgot. Still, can't let the girl waddle out here leaking all over the campus. But then again it is a pussy and... you know how momma cats bathe their kittens?"

"You... you can't mean..." Abby said, genuinely shocked by what her brother was suggesting.

"It's that, or I use her school uniform as a cum-rag and send her out like that."

"No!" the otter cried out, hysterical about the thought of her secret getting out.

"All right..." Abby said, kneeling behind the girl as she prepared to once again clean up her brothers' mess.

*******

Grant grinned from ear to ear as he watched his sister start licking the mustelid cream-pie, first with obvious disgust but then with something that made him wonder if she'd ever done something like this before. Hard to imagine a proper prissy nerd like her getting this wild, but he'd be sure to give her a chance to get a little wild. He wasn't sure she'd take him up on it, the suggestion coming as a combination of a truly glorious cum (as evidenced by the mess his sis was swallowing down) and the rush he knew signaled he was approaching the limits of his magical reserves.

Holding both silence and darkness around them had been a strain, and he'd have to drop it soon enough. The sensible thing would be to let his sister finish up and get back to his room. If he was still horny he could have Stella take care of it. He could even have a go at that bouncy ass of her again, and maybe manage to get his knot under her tail this time round. But he wasn't feeling sensible. He was feeling powerful, with two of the school's star students doing whatever he wanted. And Abby did look hot with her face pressed against the otter's cunt like that.

His decision made he got behind his sister, flipping her plaited skirt up and grinning as he caught sight of her panties. Plain white - a boring color but one that did a crappy job of hiding a mess, and Abby's undies were so soaked he could see the pink flesh they were plastered against. She must have felt cool air against her wet slit, because she turned around to face him, with a few drops of his cum clinging to her whiskers.

"What the hell are you..."

"...just checking. Fuck, I thought that was Stella I was smelling. She tends to get horny when she watches me play around. Heh, you should hear how she begs for it when I get her leach clipped on. But I never thought you'd get off on watching an innocent girl get a good breeding."

"I... I didn't..." Abigail said, stunned and ashamed by what she knew he was looking at.

"Or maybe it's licking pussy that got you going? Always figured you might be a dyke but Stella swore nothing ever happened between the two of you, and you know I can trust her..." he said, smiling as the unwitting collie wagged her tail at the compliment. "Either way, I know how to help you out with this..." he said, pulling, or more accurately _peeling_his sister's panties off her.

"Don't you dare!" she barked, flagging her tail down before he caught it.

"Relax. You're not in heat and I'm not gonna force you into it. Just pretend I'm someone else if you like and take what you need. And if it feels too weird taking your brothers' cock, I'm sure Rex has another go in him..." he said, the shepherd's ears perking at the mention of his name. Unless he was smarter than anyone thought and he understood what had been offered.

"You... fine. Just... get it over with..."

Grant had been shocked that his sister actually accepted, but maybe she was finally starting to see sense? She could tell how powerful he really was, and blackmail aside that it would only be a matter of time until he could make her do what he wanted. Better play along than end up like Stella over there, watching everything with a dumb smile and looking only mildly disappointed that she wasn't the one taking his cock.

Grant knew he didn't have long. He was already starting to feel a tingle on the inside of his forehead, a sure sign he was straining himself. And even though he was sure the stoic Abby was going to keep quiet, he'd rather not get caught with his cock up his older sister's steamy cunt. He aimed the tip of his cum-slick shaft at her sex and sheathed himself in with one smooth stroke. Abby was tight, the way Stella used to be, and like the collie she was a canine. Her pussy was made for what was being pushed in, and would know what to do with a knot. And he was determined to give his sister every last inch, just to see what she was like when a male tied with her.

She was still doing her best to clean the otter out, clearly trying to pretend nothing was even happening behind her. Not that Grant cared. Nothing could upset him now - he had a hot, steamy cunny pulsing around his cock and he'd almost hit that rush he always got when he drained his magical reserves. That meant the illusions would soon be coming down, so he rushed things as much as he could, considering he'd just recently emptied his nuts in the crying freshman being eaten out by his sibling.

He fucked his knot in and out of Abigail's pussy, knowing that the extra stimulation of a push and tug always made him cum faster. Soon enough it was taking more force to push his bulge in, and the canine cunt clung to him a little harder when he yanked out. He grit his teeth and gave her all he could, noticing that Abby had finished cleaning the otter and was now just clenching her own muzzle and waiting for him to finish. He wondered if he'd make her cum, but he really didn't care. Seeing her dripping once he pulled out would be enough to make his night...

*******

It had been the suggestion of letting the dog mount her that had made something in Abigail's mind snap. She no longer saw Grant as her little brother, because he obviously no longer saw her as a sister. He was now a threat, someone holding power over her and demanding more. She was a good, kind and gentle person, but she saw herself as backed into a corner. And anything is dangerous when backed into a corner.

Her calm surprised even her when she allowed Grant to mount her. And she couldn't deny the simple biological reaction of her body to male attention. But while Grant gave himself over to base instinct her mind kept working along with her tongue. Forcing the girl into heat, and maintaining two illusions at the same time, for all this time. He was almost tapped out, whereas she'd made it a habit of conserving her energies, as a precaution.

She timed it carefully, clenching her jaw and making the syllables of her spell seem like muffled grunts moans and squeals. She wouldn't really harm Grant. He was still her brother and she couldn't bring herself to do it, but she had to make him harmless. She'd hoped to finish her spell before he finished rutting her, but when his knot failed to slip from her she knew that wouldn't happen. Probably for the better.

The rutting had been intense, and she might have given in to the sensations if not for the disgust and anger she felt at being forced into this. That meant while her brother was lost in the throes of blissful climax, the shaft caught in her sex twitching and filling her with a wet heat she hadn't felt in a while, she was still focused. She could tell when the magic he was holding collapsed, and chose that moment to finish her own spell. After such a strain the rush would hit him hard, and combined with the climax he was still riding it would leave him stupefied, and ignorant of what was happening until it was too late. She felt the cock shrink inside her before it had even finished spewing, and smiled a bitter little smile at that. Her brother was still panting as if he'd run a mile, and apparently still clueless about what was happening to him. Time enough for her to take care of the details...

"You can go now, I'll take care of everything..." she told the otter, helping the girl dress and giving her her phone before turning towards Grant.

"What... what's happening to him?" Stella said, staring at the coyote who was still grinning drunkenly, unaware of the concern in the voice of the girl whose life he'd ruined.

"I think he pushed himself too far. The teachers warned him it would happen, that magic can twist and backfire..."

"Fuh... fuck them. They don't know shit. Look at what I'd done, huh?" Grant said, his speech slurred, but also strained. Abby knew why. She'd been very meticulous, as her 'brother' would soon learn.

"What... is he going to be okay?" Stella asked, genuinely concerned for the male who'd warped her mind.

"I think so..." Abigail replied, knowing he would be even though Grant might not agree. His magic hadn't turned on him, but it would be a believable story. He'd been waned so many times, who would ever suspect he'd the president of the student council had done this to him.

"Wha... what's that bitch tha... talking 'bout. Fuck, my throat's dry..." he said, having a harder and harder time getting the words out.

"Oh my poor baby brother..." Abigail said, the words sounding like a rehearsed line and not enough to fool Grant, but enough to fool Stella, which was what mattered now. She knelt down and made a show of hugging her brother's increasingly svelte body against hers.

"Save your words, 'brother', you don't have many left. I've tampered with your vocal cords, and soon enough you'll lose the power of speech altogether..."

"Wha..." Grant managed before the word seemed to break in his throat.

"You won't be entirely mute. You'll be able to manage a whimper, a sort of bark... but never a single syllable of a spell. That's one way you'll never hurt anyone ever again. And as for the other..." she said, her voice cold as she trailed a paw down her brother belly, seeing his expression change to sober shock when she cupped what used to be a sheath, and a very satisfying mask of distress when she shoved a finger into his freshly formed slit.

"Now before you get any ideas, I've placed an inhibition in your mind, a subtle thing that left you unharmed. I didn't want to make you forget because I think you _should_remember, but you'll never be able to tell, write or even hint to a soul what I've done." She whispered, loud enough for her new sister to hear but not enough for Stella to make out. He was trying to reply, but nothing intelligible got out. No matter. She knew what he was trying to say.

"No Grant, you won't. This won't pass no matter what anyone does or how much time passes. You know how to make a spell permanent Grant..." she said, feeling him tense against her as magic passed from her finger deeper into the new feminine anatomy she gave him. When she pulled it out, the scent told her 'she' was ready.

With some regret she directed a simple spell to cloud Stella's mind, sending her friend into a half-sleep. No need for her to see what was about to happen. Letting her magic flow, she forced Grant's new body to obey, even though she needn't have bothered. He was exhausted, and he'd quite suddenly lost a lot of muscle mass.

"Come here Rex..." she said, beckoning the dog over and lifting the tail of the newly fertile coyote bitch.

As she guided the thrusting dog's leaky tip to Grant's exposed sex she felt strangely dispassionate, methodically aiming the thrusting cock where she needed it to go to permanently pacify her demented sibling. There was a whimper from Grant's sabotaged voice box as the feral's thrusts fount their mark, the dog's paws wrapping around his now slender waist as he began to rut him. She couldn't help but think that the mindless animal was treating Grant with more kindness than her brother had shown his victims. True, Grant was in a panic, and not just because he was being penetrated for the first time in his life.

The moment the shepherd started pumping his seed past the service his tip was even now bumping against Grant's fate would be sealed. But there was no malice in the humping canine, unlike the sadistic glee her brother displayed. She watched with strange detachment at the scene - the blur of the dog's hips, the subtle sway of her new sister's breasts, the steady drip from the place where their bodies joined, the trip that stopped once the feral failed to pull his knot out on a couple of tugs. Her expression didn't even change when Grant's ears folded back and his head dropped, and she just waited patiently, watching the twitching of the dog's plump sack as if it was the pendulum of a clock. And when he was done and the red length slipped out she approached the weeping coyote while the guard dog cleaned himself.

"Don't be sad, 'brother'. This isn't the end of the world. You still have Stella. Remember, my best friend who you took for your pet? Well, she loves you and I can't fix that. She'll love you even now that you're a female. She'll love you even though you'll be a mute in a matter of a few days. Your world has turned upside down but you'll have someone who cares for you to help you out, even though you've done nothing to earn her. And you won't be able to command her anymore. If you try, she'd only pity you. So will the teachers, so will mom and dad... even I will Grant, even though I know you don't deserve it..." she said, before releasing Stella's mind and explaining the accident that struck her brother. As she predicted, the collie looked at 'him' with the adoration he'd forced on her but also with genuine pity, and to the satisfaction of some grim part of her soul, Abigail heard her new sister begin to weep.