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That night was the darkest one, illuminated only by a crescent moon peering through the clouds. The trees were bare to the Autumn chill, left with a crown of scraggly twigs and gnarled branches. An owl would hoot. The wings of spooked crows fluttered. Ghouls watched from the canopy. Hungry critters stalked among the roots. What creature dared venture out from its den could not do so safely. An omnidirectional fortress of dark and trees forbade any hazardless travel. Whatever could be seen beyond the veil of black and wood was hidden further by the flowing blanket of white fog that drifted about the ankle. Breathed to life by the fetid pond, it whispered with the grass, spreading secrets most foul and lurid.

Here two wickens made their craft, collecting a smorgasbord of foods and spices ready to be polymerized in the name of dark magic. The cauldron sat in the middle of the forest's clearing, accompanied by tables laid with ingredients. Tall, black, and portly, it held a bounty of broth ready to consume whatever foulness was required of it. Already it was simmering, standing above a platform of glowing embers by its clawed cast iron feet. Its wooden stir stick rose from the broth and leaned into the rim like someone who found comfort in its sinister sizzle. It would soon be called to action by its owners, ready to twirl the placid surface into a gurgling maelstrom.

The master of ceremony was Leif, Faeren-class wizard and first time conjurer. He stood in his dark cloak, hood lifted over his head as if to hide his shame from God. Half fox, half panther, he was a man short in stature but great in ambition. From the opening in his hood came a modest snout tipped by a neon turquoise nose. The blooming eyes above shone with the same color at an even greater brilliance. The fur around his head was a dark red-brown. It spiked out into something close to a mane, covering his neck, head, scalp, and spine. The fur of his face and underbelly was much softer in color. That fantastic turquoise color was reciprocated on his inner ears, paw pads, tongue, and nipples. More of it was dotted across his thighs and lower back, an indicator of his pantherine blood. A fluffy, club-shaped tail swung from his bottom. It too was striped and tipped with that mineral blue.

His apprentice was there, looking far meeker within the drape of her cloak. She was a river otter named Kari, one who was working hard to establish her title as a witch. Her face was a cherubic circle complete with plump cheeks and resplendent pink eyes. The top half of her face and head were lavender colored with everything beneath becoming a pinkish-white. A patch of purple hair styled into a steep spike sat on her scalp. Her frame was very petite and stout, something that was mostly covered by the cloak which fell loosely around her body. Her button nose and the whiskers sprouting from it twitched in the October cold. She would've liked to leave soon, but she would've freezed her fingers off if it meant completing the ritual her master had so desperately yearned to perform.

That was a sentiment shared by Leif who could wait no longer. The time had struck for the ritual to begin. The side of his cloak sprung out into a wing as he lifted his hand and pointed at Kari. His voice was unflinching. Vapor sprung from his lips as he spoke. "Ignite the fire. Three strokes."

Her spine shot into a line at the sudden burst of his voice. She bowed her head at once. "Yes sir." She hurried towards the cauldron, cloak bouncing about her body. Besides the crackling embers was a hand blower. She grabbed its handles and stabbed the nozzle into the would-be fire. She pumped it open. Air sucked into the bag, wrinkled like an accordian. Thhhhhhhhh. She heaved it closed. Wsssssshhhhhhh! Oxygen blew from the narrow tube and flooded the docile fireplace. It glowed to life, searing the underside of the cauldron. She pumped and blew two more times, igniting the wood into something more suitable for a boil. Bubbles of vapor clung to the bulging walls of the broth. Some flew to the surface to pop and add vigor to the growing column of steam.

Leif watched silently. "More wood. A bundle." Kari let go of the blower and ran to one of the nearby tables. She grabbed a bundle of sticks held together by a single hemp string. She brought it to the cauldron, untied it, then fell into a squat and tossed the sticks into the fire. There was a sudden crackling of flame. Kari felt the heat shove into her face. Her pupils dilated painfully under the great bloom of light. Leif nodded. "That's good. Keep it at that level for now."

She stood up and bowed. "Yes sir."

Leif walked with a brisk pace to the center table. There lay a heavy leather book, old and moth-bitten. It was open to a page illustrated with a cauldron exactly like the one currently beginning to bubble just meters away. Alongside were crude representations of spices and other foodstuffs. What followed were very precise instructions to be carried out in an exact order. Ending it all was a list of incantations meant to be uttered by the user. Leif had already memorized it verbatim. The slightest of slip ups would not treat them kindly. He stood over the book reading off those unsacred words and mouthing along with them. Once he was certain he had it, he read the first step out loud. "Two thirds a cup of elderberries."

He looked over at Kari just as she was flinging into action. At the end of the furthest table were the elderberries, already waiting inside of a bowl for their employment. Every necessary ingredient was already pre prepared and put in a line from left to right in order of when they were to be used. She grabbed the bowl and brought it to the cauldron. The bowl came over the broth and tilted its contents into it. They fell into the foggy surface with a drum solo of wet plops. As soon as the bowl was empty, Kari hustled back to the table and put it back right where she had gotten it. She looked at her master and stood by for her next order.

He nodded. "Good." He looked back at the book. "Mashed Gurth, two cups. Stir for a minute."

Next to the bowl that had held the elderberries was another containing a gelatinous liquid. In texture it was like a jam, hiding wet chunks of whatever it had been ground out of. The dark blue color glistened in the faint moonlight. A wooden spoon stuck out of it. Kari picked it up and took it to the cauldron. There she shoveled the glop into the broth. She scraped out every ounce that she could, ensuring not a single scrap of blue color remained stuck to the bowl. She watched it sink beneath the surface and disappear into the veil of liquid. She tossed the bowl and spoon to the dirt and grabbed the stir stick. With all of her might she swung it in a great circle. The broth sloshed and gurgled. She gritted through its resistance until a minute had passed, leaving her arms and shoulders burning. When she stopped the stir stick continued swimming in a circle. It did not rest until after another four whole rotations.

Leif was already looking back into the book. "Minced liverworts." Kari retrieved them from the table. She slipped the green moss into the cauldron. Leif listed the next ingredient, then the next. The grounded flank of a horse kerplunked into the water with a great splash. Bat livers slunked into the pool, leaving behind bloody smears in the bowl they fell from. Her next spin on the stir stick was an even more arduous one, breaking her out into a sweat and making her pant. Leif was kind enough to offer his muscle too, if only because he didn't want Kari's relative frailty getting in the way.

As soon as that phase had finished they were given the first fruits of their labor. The broth, formerly a milky pond of sickly yellow, quite suddenly began to glow.. Rising from the very bottom-most depths was a cerulean light like hot steel. It swirled and whisked to the surface like the clouds of a thunderstorm. Soon the entire rim of the cauldron was bathed in light, one that struck both wickens in their place. It was Leif who was forced back into action by the glow's gradual dimming, a result of their dying flame. He barked at Kari to throw in another bundle and add five more strokes from the blower. She ran to the table fast enough to whip the cloak through the air behind her. She snatched a bundle and tried to untie the knot. She pulled and pulled, but the string would not come undone. A sharp tug by her finger claw yielded no success. She stopped upon hearing the urgent approach of footsteps. She looked up to see Leif stomping forward, wearing an impenetrable expression. On the table he was passing was a knife that he picked up. Kari gasped and began to cower. She held the bundle up to protect herself. Leif lifted the blade at her.

One small swipe across the rope and it was undone. Kari stared dumbly as a few sticks plummeted from the bundle and clattered around her feet. She was about to bend over and collect them, but Leif stabbed his knife out towards the cauldron. "The flame," was all he said, and that was all that was necessary. Kari clasped the chaotic bundle to her breast and flung them into the pit. They landed awkwardly. Some of them were hardly within the flames at all. She grabbed an iron poker and thrusted them into the epicenter of the flames. She dropped it to the dirt where it clanged then picked up the blower. Four bursts of air and the fire was in an uproar. Hissing tongues of flame whipped and jittered along the bottom curves of the cauldron. Before long bubbles began popping along the surface and the eerie blue glow had returned.

Leif's eyes shimmered in the revitalized light. Greed made them go wide. Avarice gripped him. He inhaled through his nose so he could revel in the smell pouring out from the broth. It was rotten, putrid, festering. He adored it with all of his heart. There would be more. He spun to face the book. He listed the next ingredient, then the next, and the next. Kari was a blur between the pot and the tables, dropping off as much as she could. Moments spent stirring were agonizingly long. Leif didn't hesitate to grab the stick himself and ensure that the broth would swirl into a speedy vortex. The glow turned into something only the blind could miss. The raging fire beneath it became an afterthought by comparison. Kari's work on the blower had the belly of the cauldron orange hot. The resulting steam towered into the night sky high and hot enough to break through the clouds and create a pinprick. The moonlight poured through, spotlighting the malfeasance going on in the forest below.

The last ingredient was at hand. Leif spared a sweaty Kari the duty of applying it to the broth. It was a single eye of newt, bloody and vascular. Leif plucked the gooey marble from its bowl with his thumb and index finger. As he carried it to the bubbling froth he noticed how dry his mouth was. Thirty minutes of shouting and stirring had sapped most of his energy. That didn't account for Kari who had done the lion's share of work. She stood on the sidelines, catching her breath. She was grateful that Leif was doing some work, even if it was something as insignificant as a single eye. He craned his arm over the boiling pool. Blue light pulsed on his face and cloak. The boiling had turned into a roar. Steamed burned his fingers as they sat within the very epicenter of rising steam.

He let go of the eye. It fell from his pinch and plopped beneath the surface, vanishing instantly. He wanted to sit and marvel at his success for just a bit longer, but there was still one last task to perform. He held his arm out beside him. "The book." Kari grabbed the book from the table and carried it over with both paws, careful not to let the page it was on slip away. She placed it into his open arms. He thanked her, then cradled it in one arm with the bottom of the spine pressed into his sternum. Unblinking eyes drilled into those first lines, he spoke.

"Deepest creature darkest cretin

Foulest monster there mistreatin

We summon you from your moldy abode

Come to us please in your most bitter mode

Follow my voice and heed it close

Bless us now when we need you most

Come into this world here and now

Show your glory and make us bow!"

What followed was the continuous gurgling of the cauldron and the echo of Leif's voice, running away into the forest to escape the scene of its crime. Leif stared into the froth. He did not move. He did not breathe. Kari watched nearby with her paws clasped in front of her chest, waiting as anxiously as he did. A half minute passed before Leif dared to even sigh. He straightened his back, maintaining his gaze into the portal of bubbles. Did it work? Neither wicken knew what the results were supposed to look like. Leif imagined a great poof of blue smoke followed by whatever creature they had managed to summon rising from the fog like a phoenix from its ashes. Kari thought the cauldron would tremble and shake before shattering like glass to reveal whatever monster sat inside of it. None of that happened. The fire kept crackling and the broth kept boiling. There was no monster.

Leif looked back to the book and reread the incantation. Deepest creature darkest cretin... He mouthed along with the words until the end. Yes, he had said it correctly. What had they missed? He gave the ingredients a once over. He checked the order they put them in. Everything had been done according to the instructions. Three more read-throughs of the page concluded again and again that there was nothing he had missed. He checked the page after and the one before. None of them revealed anything new. Then, he heard the boiling come to a sudden halt. He snapped his attention to the broth and saw nothing but a motionless disk of luminescent blue. He looked down at the fire pit. It was unlit, bereft of even the tiniest of embers. He looked to his assistant. "Get the tinderbox! Another bundle! Blow it until it's a blaze!"

Kari did nothing. Her eyes were locked on the cauldron. Her mouth hung limply. The very centers of her eyes were lit by the light of the cauldron. She wouldn't move. Leif growled his frustration and turned back to the pot, quickly thinking up a course of action. He wasn't ready to give up. Even if he had, there was no need because the shining blue broth was doing something. Leif heard it before he saw it. A dim hum, something like the lowest note on a cello played from inside of a box. It resonated from the cauldron, vibrating the air and the very blood in his veins. It grew louder, but no more audible thanks to its abysmal frequency. It beat onto Leif's face. It made his fur stand on ends. It throttled his throat into a slight clench, forbidding him to swallow.

Then he saw it.

Coiling within the depths of the broth was a tendril, long and thick. It wound itself to the surface like water through a distillery. There were two... three... four... five? Too many to count. As soon as one would reach the surface, another would sprout from the cauldron floor below. They were tentacles, slimy and blue like the broth they swam through. Conical at their tip, they widened out into a more cylindrical girth at about 10 inches beneath their zenith. They curled, twisted and knifed through the pool just beneath the surface, wobbling it like a pond in the wind. Leif couldn't see beneath their throng, they were so tightly packed. They bumped and jostled into each other blindly, looking like a barrel of eels.

"Master Leif?" Kari called out. Her voice trembled with fear. "What is it?"

Leif silenced her with a curt show of his palm. She snapped her mouth shut and held her breath. Leif didn't know what he had summoned, let alone what to do with them. Instincts screamed at him to run, but an even louder curiosity told him to scoop his paw into the broth and lift one of the tentacles, just to see what it would do. Instead he waited, curious as to what the beasts' first action would be. One tentacle braved the air above it and poked out its head. The skin was slimy, Leif could see. It was covered by a paper-thin membrane the consistency of jelly. The texture was flat, devoid of any features besides solid blue across its entire length. The only feature Leif saw that defined itself from the rest was a tiny, barely visible slit in the skin that sat at the very end of the tip.

Leif's breath caught in his lungs. His heart grew heavy with action. The adventurous tentacle bobbed its head, "sniffing" the air around it. Not detecting any threats, it continued to rise from the surface, smooth and majestic like a cobra from its den. Kari gasped at the sight of it. A plea for her master died on her lips as he waved his paw at her again to be silent. She closed her mouth, but not without a dreadful chill and shiver. The tentacle swayed left, then right. It bent at its middle, corrected itself, then bent the other way. The head flicked every which way, searching for something, anything to grab onto. One of its brethren joined it, laying itself out onto the lip of the pot. The trend was set. More of them came slinking out, exploring this new world they inexplicably found themselves in.

Leif smiled. His fist clenched so hard that it shook. He punched it into the air above his head. "Yes!" he roared. "It worked!" Kari felt her anxiety melt away. The breath that had welled in her chest came out as a deeply relieved sigh. She put her paw over her breast where her heart finally began to slow down. Leif spun around to face her. The corners of his mouth reached for his ears, showing off a bright crown of white teeth. "We did it! It worked! I'll be a Rhemra, finally!"

Kari hopped on her feet and clapped her paws together. She came to a stop and opened her mouth to congratulate her master. She froze. Her eyes went round. The gleeful smile died on her lips. What was supposed to be a voice ringing with cheer was shrill with terror. "Leif!"

His smile died too. He spun around. Swarming the rim of the cauldron was a phalanx of tentacles. They slithered their way down, poking and prodding the cast iron as they went. It looked like a pot that had been stuffed to the brim with snakes who were just now escaping. The first tentacle touched the ground below and began winding through the dirt. That was the least of Leif's worries. From the very center of the pool rose one giant tentacle the width of a small tree. It towered high above him, making his head crane to follow it. It came to a stop only after its height had doubled Leif's. It sniffed the air, then bent itself until the tip was aimed right at Leif.

He turned to run, but didn't make it far. The giant tentacle swung down into the shape of a hook, careening straight into the front of Leif's neck which it coiled around. He was jerked to a halt. His eyes bugged from their sockets. He grabbed at the clenching appendage to tear it away, only to find flesh so slimy that he couldn't get a grip on it. The smaller tentacles joined its master, spearing from the rim of the cauldron and onto Leif's body. They whipped around his wrists and pulled them from his neck. More clutched at his ankles. He was forced into a spread eagle. His cheeks were bloated by the tentacle shoving them up into his face.

"Leif!" Kari screamed. She came sprinting over to save him. He tried to warn her to stop, but the grip on his throat was too strong. She didn't even make it close enough to grab a single tentacle before more darted out of the broth and snagged her by her wrist. She was torn back away from Leif. She saw the blue tendril locked around her arm and tried to pull away. Immediately the other one was captured, then her ankles. She could only let out a brief scream before her neck was wrung too.

Leif watched helplessly. The anguish of extreme guilt and failure tore at him until he was forced onto his back by the mother tentacle on his throat. He hit the dirt with a plume of dust. Kari had her legs swept out from beneath her before she was pinned to the ground on her back as well. More tentacles drooped from the cauldron to inspect their latest catch. They whipped, jiggled, and flicked their way over to Leif, swarming him and his cloak like hungry maggots. He tried to say 'no', but all that came was a strained gurgle. More slithered their way over to Kari. Her feet were facing the oncoming swarm, directing them up the bottom of her cloak.

She jerked at their unwelcome intrusion. Shrill whimpers hissed through her snarling teeth. Discomfort like the most agonizing pain drilled her bones as those greasy hagfish explored her furry body. Rrrriiip! Kari screamed as a single tentacle burst through the chest of her cloak, rising up and flicking about randomly. Leif's face turned red with veins popping as he screamed through a closed throat, thinking that it had torn through her body. He felt relief when her cloak was torn apart, revealing that her body remained undamaged. That left her nude, exposing her three rows of pert breasts to the elements.

The mother tentacle released Leif's throat. He gasped with all of his power. "GUUUUUUHHHHHH!" The red color of his face dissipated. Stars swam in his eyes. He coughed and sputtered for air while a smaller tentacle wrapped back around his neck, not to choke him but to hold him in place. Whatever this foul hive wanted of them, it wasn't death. He did not know if what it planned was going to be something even worse. The mother tentacle dipped into the collar of his cloak and slithered down his chest. Gooseprickles erupted across his skin. His cloak met the same fate as Kari's once the mother tentacle ripped itself upwards and the wool cloth with it. The autumn air chilled on Leif's bare body. A trail of slime was left down his collar to his crotch. His scrotum shriveled into itself and his sheathe puckered. The mother tentacle was draped in the tatters of his cloak. It flicked it aside, allowing it to flutter back down to the earth.

"Leeeeeeeeif!" bellowed Kari, squirming in vain.

"Shhhhhhh!" he hissed. "Just stay calm! Stay calm!" He looked into the slit of the mother tentacle, now "looking" right down at him. "I don't think it wants to kill us."

"Then what's it going to do?" She eyed the blue rope slung around her wrist. She could feel her artery throb against the one on her neck.

He gulped. "I don't know."

He would find out once the mother tentacle came down on him. The tip approached his face, twitching along the way. It brushed his snout, then recoiled back. It returned more slowly, sticking to and sliding down the flank of his snout, flattening his whiskers. He cringed and turned his face away. Hot mucus wetted his fur. Powerful muscles twitched and flexed behind that blue skin. The tip continued its way down to his neck, then his collar, and then down his chest and torso. It neared his groin, moving along peacefully until finally it bumped into his scrotum. It came to a dead stop. The tip sniffed its way towards his sheathe, found it, then burrowed into the fuzzy white fur. Leif gasped. Tingles blossomed across his loins. His tailhole puckered and his toes curled. A violent shiver ran down his gut and across his package, filling it with a warmth unusual for the cold air surrounding them.

His scrotum swelled into something far less shriveled. His testicles inflated into heavy plums. His penis slipped out of his sheath like a turquoise rocket, not wanting to miss the great excitement going on outside. Leif watched it grow not only to its full size, but to a length, girth, and firmness he had only fantasized about in the past. It throbbed angrily, demanding action. A glassy bead of precum fell from the tip. Desire clung to his balls like invisible clamps. With just the faintest of touches from the mother tentacle, he was the horniest he had ever been in his life.

"Oh Gods..." he huffed. "Ah... Please..." Both the words "stop" and "fuck me" were on his mind, grappling for his approval. He knew that he had summoned a terrible succubus, one ready to bleed him of his fluids and bloat him with its own, but with his balls pounding with desire, that sounded like the greatest thing in the world. The mother tentacle continued to slither around his manhood, painting him with its sexual catalyst. His cock and balls continued to grow. The tip of his penis reached his navel. His fruit were the size of billiard balls. The words he was looking for escaped him, victorious after a hard fought match. "Fuck me... Gods, please fuck me."

The tentacles obliged. The mother tentacle retracted from his penis and crept its way down between his thighs. His legs were opened wider. He did not protest or resist. The mother tentacle's tip snuck into his buttocks. It kissed his pucker, making the fox gasp and arch his back. "Uhhhhhhhhh~" he groaned. Two tentacles from the cauldron fell down to his genitals and fondled him. One looped his ballsack while the other formed a helix around his cock. He moaned freely, excited by a level of ecstasy he'd never experienced before. It was like stabbing joy directly into his loins and buttocks. The mother tentacle lubricated his pucker with its slime, automatically making the muscles loosen.

Kari watched with mixed fascination and horror. She saw the mother tentacle, craned down from its broth, bury itself into Leif's ass cheeks and penetrate him. He let out a high pitched shout. A glob of precum oozed from his penis, adding to the slop of mucus on his tummy. The tentacle dug deeper, vanishing into him with sharp heaves. Leif whimpered and moaned, feeling every bit of pleasure that was intended. It scraped past his prostate, robbing his voice of whatever masculinity remained. The tentacles making love to his manhood tightened. More of them inched their way to his face and open mouth. They slinked into his jaws. He did not bite, but rather closed his mouth and suckled. The tentacle wiggled with delight and continued deeper past his lips and into his throat. He gagged once, then relaxed. He was determined to please his slimy master.

Kari was not forgotten. It was only because she was further away did she have to wait for her special treatment. A squad of tentacles squirmed their way over. They found her ankles and crept up towards her pussy. She looked on tentatively, only hoping that she would be treated with as much reverence Leif received. She realized that she would once the first tentacle brushed her vulva, zapping her with a bolt of pleasure so strong that it made her entire body swing into an arch. "Huuuhhhh!" she gasped. The tentacles wrapped around her limbs had to squeeze extra tight in order to keep her in place. She would continue to gasp and writhe while one tentacle inspected her quivering cunt. Its brothers would slide up to her belly and find her breasts. Soon all six of her mammaries were being fondled, stiffening her nipples into beady cones. "Oh God. Oh God." she chanted. Her tits started swelling under the mucus's influence. They had been the size of plump apples. Now they were turning into buxom soccer balls. Milk started hemorrhaging from the ducts in her nipples. It seeped down those curvy slopes like water on the edge of the glass. At any other time she would have been appalled. At any other time she wouldn't have been a fraction of aroused as she was now. Her resistance had broken. "Yes... Yes... Please. Fuck me... Oh God."

Unfortunately for her, she would have to wait her turn with the mother tentacle. It was busy with Leif, making him cry out into the dark forest with the gusto of a soprano. The single tentacle fucking his throat did little to muffle him. Precum dribbled from his cock at a steady rate. His prostate was blasted with a level of delight his mind and body simply wasn't built to handle. The mother tentacle was deep within his guts, bulging out the bottom half of his abdomen and making it writhe like the pouch of a mother kangaroo. It grew more wild with a barrage of deep thrusts, bottlenecking itself into Leif's ass. Between the resulting squeals was the sound of mucus squirting and squelching around his buttocks. It picked up the pace. Leif's body was shoved into the dirt with each plunge. The both of them were on the verge of something terrific. Neither of them could hold it back any longer.

"Huuuueeegghuuuhhhh~~~!!!" The back of Leif's head smacked into the ground as his spine swung into an enormous C. His proud cock fired a rope of cum that blew through the air above him and landed in the grass several feet above his head. His shaking legs collapsed beneath him, dropping his butt back down. More cum rocketed out of him, painting his face and chest indiscriminately. He was joined in climax with the mother tentacle whose output dwarfed his by a dozen leagues. The smooth plain of blue skin covering its body suddenly collapsed into itself, revealing the structure of its core muscles. Throbbing to the surface was a road map of thick veins the color of sapphire. Squiirrrrshh. It flexed once, twice, then three times. Each time it delivered a load of cum so gargantuan that it bloated Leif's tummy into a gut resembling the cauldron next to him. Had his mind not been ablaze with crippling delight, it would have horrified him, but it felt too good. He continued cumming, whimpering and moaning like a girl.

Squiirrrsh. Squirrsshhh. Squirrshh. Squirsh. Squilch. The mother tentacle came to rest, having unloaded more than enough of its seed. It slid out of Leif with a disgusting schlupp! His tailhole was gaped into a crater the size of a cannonball. His pink inner walls glistened with slime. Incredibly, not a single drop of cum oozed free, having all been safely locked in his gut. The head of the mother tentacle rested on the apex of his belly balloon, sniffing its tip around as if to ensure the deed was done. Satisfied that it was, it slunk away from the panting Leif and squirmed its way over to Kari. She was in the throes of a terrible arousal, one that was fostered by the incessant teasing brought on by the tentacles. Her cunt was splayed open on its own, pleading for some more proper attention. Watching the mother tentacle wriggle its way closer filled her with a queasy mixture of dread and joy.

"Ah!" She yelped as the tentacles grabbing her ankles jerked her legs open into an obtuse Y. The taut muscles running down her thighs and calves vibrated steadily. A pair of minor tentacles were slithering about her leaking cunny, preparing it for their master's entry. The mother tentacle leered close. It detected the heat of her loins, something dank and hot like a swamp. Its underlings retreated at once. They wouldn't dare hinder its plans. The tip met Kari's vulva, then initiated the first plunge into her flower.

"Uuuuuugh~" Her limbs jerked via reflex. Her eyes rolled into her head. More milk bled out from her puffy nipples. The mother tentacle disappeared by several inches, stretching her feminine lips to their limit and bulging the flesh above it. Her clit suffered the brunt of its passing muscle and the stimulation of potent mucus. Juices of her own came gushing out of her, dribbling down her flexing pucker and tail. She would switch from gritting her teeth to gasping deeply. Vapor spouted with her breath. The breasts on her abdomen inflated into something even more curvaceous. Like Leif before her, she was forced to announce her pleasure to the surrounding forest in a voice so shrill it was almost inaudible.

Things got worse when the mother tentacle started to fuck her. It fell back and then crashed forward hard. Kari flew into a fit of rapid squirms and writhes, nearly breaking out of the tentacles' hold. They didn't have to hold her ankles apart anymore; she did that well on her own. Had she any control over her paws she would've grabbed the mother tentacle by its shaft and shoved it even deeper. "HUHHH! GODS, YES! FUCK ME! OHHHHHHH YES! HUHHHH! HUHHH!" Leif heard the screams through his stupor. The chivalrous part of him urged an attempt at a rescue, but common sense knew that it would've been a crime to rob her of the ecstasy she was experiencing. The tentacles around his wrists and ankles held him loosely, correctly determining that he wasn't going to resist anymore. Quite the contrary, he wanted more. For now, however, he was left alone with the tentacle that had been fucking his throat earlier. He suckled on the tip like a thumb, hoping that the mother tentacle would finish its business with Kari.

The wait wasn't much longer. The screams were now throat-rattling caterwauls. The mother tentacle was jamming itself into her cunt with such force that her pelvis bloated. Her climax caught her off guard. The screaming was guillotined by a sudden locking of her muscles. It crashed like a meteor, rippling pleasure across her body in a fiery shockwave. The muscles in her stubby legs bulged. Her tummy imploded on itself. Every cord in her neck rocketed to the surface with one tremendous throb. With that terrific cataclysm came the angry clench of her cunt. The mother tentacle winced, then promptly retreated with a wet thhp! What it uncorked was a towering geyser of water so powerful that it reached for the stars. Her petite pussy hissed venomously. It bulged outwards with every ounce of insistence alongside her buttony pucker. Her body was in turmoil, swerving her fountain to and fro with the chaotic rock of her hips like a runaway fire hose. The water apexed leagues above her, then fell down as a pearlescent arc of droplets that thudded to the dirt below. The geyser stopped suddenly, then resumed, stopped, then resumed. Between it all she found her voice again. "AAIIIIIIIEIEIEEUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!!"

The mother tentacle was not done with her. It dove back into her spewing cunt, reducing the stream into a conical jet of water surrounding the tentacle's shaft. A series of rapid thrusts slammed into her gurgling cunt, intensifying her already destructive climax and triggering that of the mother tentacle. The skin collapsed and the veins throbbed. A fat gush of tentacle cum ruptured her cervix and invaded her womb. Squuiirrrrssshhhh. Like Leif, her tummy suffered a monstrous level of growth, reaching a diameter almost as great as her height. Her tits were not safe either. Each one swelled in tune with her belly. Thin jets of ivory spewed from her nipples like pinpricks in a hose. The gossamer skin of her breasts were stretched taut around globes of sloshing otter milk. Throughout the entire ordeal she was still cumming, meeting every one of the mother tentacle's throbs with a spew of cunny water.

The mother tentacle had enough, and ripped itself free of her pussy. She was left spasming on the ground, shuddering her breath with a jiggling belly. Water pooled around her tail and between her legs while her cunt simply couldn't stop its profuse gushing. None of that included any of the mother tentacle's cum; her womb held onto it all greedily. With its claim on their breeding organs complete, the mother tentacle retracted back into the maw of the cauldron like a wet noodle slurping into someone's lips. That was to the disappointment of both Kari and Leif who both looked like they were already in the advanced stages of pregnancy. The mother tentacle vanished into the broth, but its minions remained clung to their new fuck sleeves. With their master gone, they were free to wreak havoc on the leftovers. They swirled around Leif's belly forming rivers of slime across its rotund surface. They swaddled his penis, slipped back into his tailhole, and smothered his mouth. He welcomed them with open arms, bouncing and moaning where he lay.

Kari felt their gooey embrace shortly after. Several of them slipped through her toes, tickling her something fierce. She gasped, only to have her mouth invaded all the way down to the throat. Each of her breasts were squeezed and fondled. More milk squirted out of her. Not one, not two, but three whole tentacles bumped and jostled into each other so that they could be the one to penetrate her pussy. There was no need for competition. All three of them fit in just fine, squirming their way up her juicy canal and cramming against her g-spot. Only one of them succeeded in breaching her cervix, blessing itself with the saline taste of its mother's cum. One tentacle came too late to make it into her cunt. No matter. There was a tiny pink pucker conveniently located just below for it to stuff itself in.

The two wickens had lost their minds. Any cohesive thought was shattered under the weight of more than a dozen slimy fingers prodding, groping, and pulling at their intimates. They were forced headfirst into a sea of muck and cum, the latter of which was produced in great amounts by themselves. Leif's cock, now approaching the size of his arm, spat out thick, white streamers. However much he came was quickly replaced by the growing reserve in his swollen balls. Tendrils of white oil were splattered across his tummy and smeared into his fur by the ever-writhing tentacles. The tentacles came too, and in absolute droves. His poor tailhole absorbed load after load as the tentacles took their turns on him, forming a train. The one fucking his mouth let loose just as much on its own, turning his already obese gut into a soggy blimp.

Kari was faring much worse. Trapped in a roll of orgasms, her cute little flower would erupt with an erect spew of water in what looked like an attempt to eject the three tentacles fucking her. It didn't work. They stayed right where they were, scraping and nudging her sweet bits so that the following climax was doomed to happen. Her tits were just as productive. Milk was pooling around her body as each nipple turned itself into a fountain. The tentacles stuffed their faces into them, greedily slurping at the liquid gold and goading her to produce more. They were pushed further into her mammaries once their brethren stuffing her pussy would fill her womb with even more of that thick, lavish cum. Her stomach suffered similarly from the orgasms delivered by the tentacles stuffing her throat and asshole. Up, up, up her belly went, making her mountainous tits rise towards the sky like a six pack of over-swollen balloons

The skin of their guts lost what little was left of their elasticity. The pressure was building. The loads were only getting bigger. As his cock got bigger, Leif would unleash plumes of cum so powerful that it was no longer a rope but a geyser rivaling what Kari would launch from her pussy. His entire torso and lap was utterly blanketed in cum. What had been a proud pillar of turquoise was now icky and white. He couldn't stop cumming. His girlish whimpers stopped only because his throat had been screamed raw. He had forgotten about Kari and the experiment. Time meant nothing. How big his belly was was of insignificance. All that mattered was cumming. More and more cumming. That was all either of them could think of or focus on. They had achieved nirvana, one that was slimy and disgusting, wrought with tendrils of mucky oil and ejaculations, but a paradise all the same.

Alas, their bodies were more limited than what they would've hoped. The tentacles delivered one last load for the both of them, filling their bellies with the last bit of cum they could handle. The wickens experienced their own final climaxes in sync with the unraveling of their guts. Leif's abdomen popped open like a giant water balloon. The sound was like someone dropping a water bed from a building onto concrete. What he unleashed was a tidal wave of bluish-white jizzum that rushed out across the dirt and into the surrounding grass. It frightened the tentacles into zipping out and away from him. Leif, finally free from his bondage, let loose a primal and throaty howl. He was still cumming. It wouldn't stop until the last drop of tentacle cum was done vacating his burst cavity.

Kari's finale happened close to the same time, though it went unnoticed by Leif. Her womb and stomach popped right between her tits, sending them flying apart and down to the earth. The violent explosion was punctuated by her last climax, one that was uncorked by the fleeing tentacles. This squirt was the greatest one, reaching among the tops of the trees and saying 'hello' to the birds. A single note of triumph sang from the bottom of her chest. While her waters hissed from her cunt, one poor tentacle was trapped in her tail hole, wiggling like crazy to free itself from her womanly clench. Only when the squirting stopped and her muscles relaxed was it able to scurry its way back into the broth, squealing like a kicked dog.

It dipped back into the broth, leaving the two wickens to wallow in the detritus. Only when their ecstasies began to finally wane did their minds catch up with their decimated energy reserves. Soaked to the gills in cum, genitals hyperbolic, tits titanic, they passed into slumber. There were no dreams, not after they had just been through one in reality.

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Leif woke up in the morning. The sun was creeping over the horizon, pouring molten gold into the trees and through the cracks of their shadows. The sky was rid of its bleakness, replaced by a gay blue home to puffs of white. A song bird flew overhead, chirping its delight. The pond had withdrawn its fog. The owls slept. The sun enlivened the cold hard ground with its radiance. Leif was dim to it all, no more aware of any of it than the cold hard ground pressing into his aching back. His eyes blinked open. When he closed his gaping mouth, crust that was plastered across his face broke apart. He lifted his head and looked down at himself. What he saw was appalling.

His burst gut had healed nicely, but that was superseded by the complete carnage surrounding it. What had been wet and slimy cum had dried into a crusty coagulate across his entire body and the ground surrounding him. His fur was flattened to his skin. Every movement was accompanied by the sound of crackling and peeling. The smell was awful, drilling into his nose and strong-arming it into a permanent crinkle. His genitals hadn't gone back down. They were still monstrously huge. Balls the size of coconuts sat in his fuzzy purse. His cock was in his sheathe, but judging by his testes it too was enormous. Sitting up was painful, both from the ache in his abs and from peeling his skin off of the cum that was pasted between his body and the ground. While his frontside was painted white, his backside was mostly dry. What he left behind was a cartoonishly perfect outline of himself in the dried puddle; a cum-angel.

He gasped. "Kari!" He pivoted his head on his shoulders and saw his assistance supine on the ground, right where he had last seen her. She too was in a lake of dried jizz, looking like she had been knocked out by a can of white paint that hit her. Her breasts were like beach balls, topped by nipples bigger than her fists. Leif scrambled to his feet and ran over, nuts bouncing between his thighs. He knelt beside her and shook her shoulder. "Kari?"

Her right eye snapped open. Her left stayed shut thanks to the dried cum. A frightened gasp sucked into her lungs, lifting her chest. She shot upright, bringing several white flakes up with her. "Oh my God!" She looked down at herself and saw her gargantuan bosom and the cum that was stuck to it. She gave one tit a squeeze, making a tiny stream of milk spit out. She looked at him, then gasped. "Leif?"

"Yes! It's me! Are you alright?"

"Yeah! I think. I..." She looked down at the scrotum hanging pendulously between his thighs. "What happened to your..?"

He looked down. "Ah, that creature's influence, I think. Looks like it did the same to you."

She lifted two of her breasts. They were impossibly heavy. "Yeah, I noticed." She looked past him at the cauldron, sitting on top of its firepit innocently. "Is it still in there?"

Leif turned to look. He hadn't thought about that. "I'll check. You stay here." He stood up and tiptoed his way over. Kari got to her feet, something that was difficult thanks to the weight of her boobs. Leif braced for the return of the mother tentacle and its entourage. If he saw anything, he would turn around and run as fast as his legs and burdensome balls would allow him. Thankfully, when he leaned over the broth, he saw nothing but his reflection in a vat full of random meat chunks and berries. He sighed. "We're good. It's gone back where it came from."

"You're sure?"

"I am. That thing can't survive out here on its own." He gave his back a stretch. He fondled one of his nuts. "Whew. That was quite the beast we conjured. I didn't think it would do all that."

Kari crossed her arms over the udder that hung from her belly. "You should've thought of that before trying to summon some random monster. Look at me, I've got milkers fit to feed a nursery."

"I know, I know. Hey, look at me." He pointed to his sack. "I didn't come out unscathed. I can breed an orc with this beast I've got."

Kari blanched. "You wish, pervert." Last night's orgasms came back to her. The memory of how high she squirted made her shudder. "I'd rather not do that again. Let's just report the summoning and get you that promotion."

With the smell of cum singing his nostrils, he nodded. "Agreed."

So the two of them collected their tables and bowls, emptied the cauldron, and called their mission a success. They left that dreaded forest for good, happy to leave what happened in it behind them. Leif would earn his promotion and Kari was one step closer to becoming her own witch. The ritual was a watershed moment in both of their careers, one they would never forget, and one they both secretly hoped they would perform again.

THE END