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The Potion-Witch's Punishment

for YuuHyena801

by Draconicon

"Eva!"

The fennec fox nearly jumped out of her fur at her mistress's shout. Desperately grabbing for the potion vials about to tumble to the floor, she barely managed to save them in time for another shrill shout to echo through the shop.

"Eva! Get your adorable ass to my office. Now!"

"Coming, mistress!"

It was even odds whether she was being called back for a rebuke or a 'reward,' as far as Eva was aware. The last thing that she remembered doing in an official capacity for her mistress's shop had been packaging up a box order for one of the clients and sending it off. As far as she was aware, it had been properly addressed, and the payment had gone through properly. If she'd done it right, then perhaps her mistress was...happy?

"Eva!"

"Eeep!"

Not bloody likely.

Turning off the heat source and leaving everything else as it was, the fennec darted through the narrow aisles of Gwen's Potion Shoppe. The old-fashioned apothecary had been her place of work for nearly a year now, though in the last few months, she'd spent more time in the back rooms with her mistress. Ostensibly, she was learning the same magic that Gwen used to brew more than potions, but in reality...

She reached her mistress and employer's office. Gold letters reading 'Gwen' glittered on the glass, and she knew that most people thought they were just standard gold print, or paint of a similar hue. Up close, however - closer than any of the customers ever got - one could see that the letters shimmered and twirled at the edges. They were an enchantment, and they kept anyone that Gwen didn't specifically shout for from getting through the door. Even as she stood next to it, Eva could see her own name extending slightly from the other, giving her permission to step inside.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, her boss looked up. A dark-gray goat with four horns - two that curled over her head, two that curled forward from the side - the owner of the shop looked up from her desk. She shook her head, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other, displacing a surprising amount of the sparkling black dress she wore and showing a lot of leg.

"...Oh dear," Eva whimpered, the fennec's ears curling down and her tail twisting around one leg. "What...what did I do?"

"You managed to send the wrong potion to the wrong customer."

"But...but I - the customer ordered a virility potion, didn't they?"

"Yes...yes, he did. But he didn't get it."

"...Then -"

"His wife did."

Eva winced, hissing under her breath as she looked down and away. Considering the type of virility potion that she'd shipped, she could imagine that the husband in question was going to get a spectacular - though perhaps not entirely welcome - surprise if the wife drank it before he could. Or if she found it before he did and started asking questions.

"Thankfully, there has been no damage done...but it does mean that you're in trouble again, my dear. Ah, tsk, tsk."

"Mistress, I swear -"

"Tut. No excuses. Now, get out of those clothes. It is time for another punishment for you. I swear, you make me wonder if all the vulpine stereotypes are true. Not good for anything but sex, half the time, I swear..."

Eva bit her lip, but she showed no hesitation as she reached for the button at the back of her dress. No matter how much she wanted to protest, she knew better than to give her mistress an extra excuse to push her. This was going to be humiliating enough without giving the goat more reason to take it further. Past experience had taught her that much, in great detail.

And yet, despite that, some part of her was embarrassedly looking forward to it. Her nipples stiffened beneath her dress and, while she didn't begin to gush the way that she'd heard some of the other students of the great Gwen had done, she did get more than a little...damp...down there. She clenched her teeth, looking away as she slowly pulled the knot behind her back undone, dragging the dress down along her arms and over her sides. The lack of undergarments - a requirement of working under the goat behind the desk - was brought home to her almost immediately as soon as her breasts were exposed.

"Mmmm, are you sure that you don't do this on purpose?" Gwen said, the witch at her side without warning. A sharp pinch followed, dragging one nipple forward and leaving the fennec girl hissing. "You always get so eager for it. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

She didn't respond; responding made it worse. That didn't mean that it didn't feel good, though, in a very embarrassing way. Her cheeks burned as the witch let her go, and she finished pushing the dress down to the ground. As soon as she stepped out of it, Gwen flicked her finger to the left, and the wrinkled black cloth flew off to the side, disappearing into a closet that closed and locked itself immediately afterward.

"Now...spread your legs."

Eva whimpered, but did as she was told. As she stood there, her hands folded behind her back from long-embedded training, the goat stripped herself down with nothing but a gesture. Not for the first time, she imagined what it would feel like to have magic like that, and immediately berated herself for it. One day, she might have it, but until then, she would be better off leaving those thoughts at the wayside. Better to focus on doing what she was told and giving her mistress what she wanted -

Oh goddess...

It was hard not to stare as Gwen stripped herself. The goat was tall, very tall, but even for that, the witch's bosom was massive. Her breasts hung down, her nipples fat black dots that were impossible to miss. She leaned her head back, propping her chin up with a fist, and her other hand rested on her hip as she sucked at an imaginary cigarette in contemplation.

But, as ever, Eva's eyes went further down than that. Gwen's legs were just slightly spread, just enough for her 'special part' to be on display.

Is it going in again today? she wondered as she looked at the half-erect dark flesh that was still rising from between the goat's legs. Or...or is it just a touch day?

There were a hundred different ways that she could be bullied or punished for what she had messed up. Sometimes, she was pinned to the wall and berated. Other times, she was forced to kneel and take that thing down her throat. Still other days...well, when one was apprenticed and bound to a powerful witch, the things that she could do were vast and varied.

Without warning, Gwen grabbed her pussy. Eva arched her back, hissing and whimpering, blushing up a storm, but there was no sudden thrust, no urgent push that might have come from someone else. Her insides remained untouched, with only her outsides teased. Even so, her pussy responded almost immediately, getting wetter, making the goat's fingers slide between them as they rubbed...stroked...teased...

Oh, how they teased. Eva covered her mouth only for the goat to bat her hand away. It was the same every time; she was supposed to stay exposed. Embarrassed. Humiliated for failing.

"What were you thinking, hmm?" Gwen asked, rubbing her hand back, and forth, and back, and forth, changing it up with a small pat before going back to the steady, slimy 'petting' of the fox's pussy. "Thinking of this, I shouldn't wonder."

"I -"

"You were thinking of someone finally spreading you open and giving you what you want. Tsk, tsk. And here I thought you were better than that. More focused. More pure than those stupid-horny fox instincts. Look at that, already drenching my fingers, aren't you? Wanting me to just take you, hmmm? Wanting to feel me inside you instead of just...grinding away?"

She shook her head, even though her hips were already grinding away. Every time that she tried to stop herself, Gwen would pinch her clit, stroking it furiously, and it would drive her nearly to her knees. The only thing that kept her on her feet was that hand between her legs, that strong arm supporting her and keeping her off the ground.

"What's the matter, hmm? What's the matter? Can't think straight already?"

"P-please - NNNGH!"

She screamed as the petting turned to patting, and then nearly slapping. The swift - if light - impacts right over her swollen pussy lips and her clit were nearly too much for her to take. Every little smack left her dripping more, some needle-like drops hitting her thighs as the goat kept it up, and her clit -

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"What are you, stupid? Can't think when you're all wet down here? So close to feral, all of you foxes. So close that I'm lucky you don't just hike up your leg and pee where you work."

"N-no, I don't...I can...I can be..."

"Oh, you think that you can be better than that? You think you can be anything better than that?"

"I...I..."

"You, you, you can what? Come on, can you even talk?"

It was getting increasingly hard to. She stumbled, barely keeping herself from grabbing hold of Gwen's arm, and she completely lost control. Her hips humped away against the goat's fingers, her body trying to get the pleasure that it needed to get over the edge, all while she was trying to get control of herself once more. The intent of trying to hold herself back was gone; she couldn't stop herself.

But Gwen kept fucking with her. Every time she got close, the other woman pulled her hand back, or shifted her grip, or pinched her clit just hard enough to hurt and take her down from the edge. In short order, she was a mess down there, and...

And her mistress's cock was hard as a rock. Hard, stiff, throbbing. It was a massive thing, big enough to brush against her clit, past it, nearly sliding into her more than once. She whimpered, deathly afraid of it while wanting it more than anything else.

"Oh, look at that. Not even talking anymore. Are you that lost, hmm? Or are you just trying to hold it? Doing a cute little dance?"

Oh no.

"Look at you. So pussy-stupid. Can't even control yourself."

Please -

"What happens if I do this?"

It was a simple bit of pressure, one that involved the slightest of insertions. She felt it sliding in, felt the tiny little push inside of her vagina. It could have been so much more, but it was just enough to push in, and the ripples of pleasure that went up -

"NNNNNGH!"

It stopped before it could become a true orgasm, but it made her lose total control of herself. She stumbled forward, leaning against the goat with a whimper and a moan, and something hot - too hot - spilled from between her legs. It...it was...

"Oh, dear. Pissed yourself?"

The mocking tone only made it worse, and she whimpered and shook her head even as she realized that it had to be that. Too slippery, too warm, too much like that compared to anything else. Too watery to be...to be orgasmic, and -

"Dear, dear, dear. You're still going."

Oh goddess, she was. It was flowing freely, spraying down her thighs and over her mistress's cock. That dark flesh was so close to being inside her, but was pushed down just enough to linger beneath her pussy. It was...it was drenched in her urine, all but marked with it, but despite that, it was Gwen that still had power. The goat looked down at her with a broad smirk on her face, shaking her head slowly, and the only thing that Eva could think to say was -

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Oh, I'm sure...but it doesn't change the fact that you still can't control yourself. Maybe I need to plug you up, hmm?"

The fennec's breath caught in her throat as her mistress slid a finger up, not against her vaginal opening, but further up, right against her urethra. She tried to arch her back, to get up on her tiptoes, but it didn't mean a damn thing as the other woman pushed her finger right inside.

Eva braced herself for pain on instinct, even though nothing of the sort followed. It never did, not since Gwen enchanted her down there to take nearly anything in that other hole. Her pussy? Completely off-limits; her vagina wasn't allowed to have anything inside, not even toys. Her urethra, on the other hand -

"Aaaaaah!"

It was a peculiar mix of painless, absurd stretching and an odd sort of pleasure as that digit went deeper and deeper inside of her. The further it went, the weirder it felt, but it was also pressing so close to her clit that it felt good despite everything else. It wiggled in, pushing forward inch by inch, pulling back by a half-inch before going forward further. Her legs, still shaky from her orgasm, couldn't support her, and she just sagged against the goat's arm rather than trying to fight it.

Finally, it was 'hilted' in her urethra. If her tongue had been hanging out of her mouth, quite frankly, the fennec wouldn't have been surprised; nothing seemed to want to work properly, and her entire body had gone limp. She huffed as she was all but picked up by her mistress, her toes barely touching the floor.

"Mmm, so you could take a plug down there. Perhaps I should do something about that. After all, if you can't control yourself, then you might end up wetting the floor."

"Please...p-p-please..."

"Heh. We'll see."

The sudden withdrawal of that finger sent her straight to the floor, but before she could catch herself, her mistress's magic lifted her up once more. Rather than just standing in the middle of the room, she found herself shoved back against the wall, pinned there by the powers of the goat witch. She submitted to it, gasping for breath, her body still in the throes of denied pleasure and the unreal release that had come just a few seconds before. She didn't even fight it as her legs were stretched out to the sides and her pussy exposed.

She did, however, gasp and arch her back when she felt her mistress's cock between her legs, rubbing against her urethra. Her mouth hung open as it pushed up, prodding, teasing that tiny little hole.

"Oh god...oh god, mistress, please, ple-EASE!"

She shrieked, her jaw hanging down as she felt it ram in. Not gently, not too roughly, but far more shocking than anything else. The enchantment held, her urethra didn't hurt, but it still felt so strange...and...and still somehow sexy.

It was as close to sex as she was going to get being the witch's apprentice, and it wasn't the first time that that hole had been invaded by the mistress's cock. She gasped for breath as she was pinned to the wall with the goat's magic, her arms pulled up and over her head while Gwen's hands pressed against the wall just over her shoulders.

"Mmm, look at that. Even with something like this, you can't help but quiver. Vixens...they just can't help themselves, huh?"

"Ah...ah..."

"Let's see how long it takes to get me to stop..."

Even with the shock and awe of being in her current position, Eva knew that it wouldn't take long. Gwen's first orgasm never did; she was usually so eager to get started that she would blow her load fast when she got the chance. It was the climaxes that came later that would take longer to reach...and require more effort and humiliation from her.

So went her punishments, every time.

Despite that, Eva moaned as she was fucked up the urethra. She couldn't turn away, couldn't look down, or even look to the side. All she could do was stare straight ahead as her boss slammed in over and over again. She enjoyed it half-willingly, even taking some strange pleasure from the feeling of the goat's balls slapping against her pussy. In, out, in, out, coming so close to actually giving her some sensation inside. It felt so wrong to crave even those inside of her, but the very fact that it was forbidden made the thought of anything going in there sound good.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Gwen's grunts of pleasure grew louder, and each time that she bottomed out, it was another wet 'slap' against the fennec's pussy. In, out, in, out, faster and faster, and the pre-cum oozing from the goat's cock was making it wetter. Deeper, further, feeling the bulge that ran up from her urethra to her belly, feeling the odd curve that it made partway through to point towards her bladder, and Eva was barely holding onto sanity. It was so...so...

"Fucking...tight..."

It had to be, it couldn't hold it in otherwise, and -

"Gonna fill you up...and you better...fucking...hold it..."

Smack-smack-smack went the goat's balls against Eva's soaked pussy, and it took her a full minute to realize what the other woman meant by that. Not just fucking her - not just embarrassing her - not just bullying her with her body - but filling her to the brim and making her take it. Her eyes rolled back as Gwen jackhammered harder, that blunt tip pressing in deeper, kissing her bladder, then all but punching in -

"NNNNGH!"

And then it started. The hot flood of something thicker than anything that her bladder was ever supposed to contain hit her. Almost like hot soup in her stomach, but thinner, and in a different place, a little further back and to the side. She felt every sudden jolt, every squirt into her, and she wasn't sure how to describe it. It was just...insane. Insane, impossible, and exotic.

She almost drooled to feel it.

Squirt, squirt, squirt, each pulse another pleasurable shot into her depths. She felt it swelling slightly, but it was never enough for that. She...she...

It wasn't stopping.

Eva's mouth hung open as she flicked her eyes down. Gwen chuckled.

"You didn't think I'd be stopping with cum, did you? With how much you pissed out, you must need a...refill."

"Oh...god...M-mistress...this...ugh..."

She couldn't get the words out as the flow turned from a pulse to a jet, a steady flow that filled her up with something just as hot - maybe even hotter - but since it came from outside, she could feel all of it coming in. It was a violation and a pleasure all at once, and she couldn't get her mind off it.

The flow filled her, soon swelling her belly out. She could feel it pressing her stomach forward, her sides out, bloating her with more and more and more. The spells that allowed her entrance to stretch also affected her insides, which kept her safe, but - oh, it felt...it felt so...intense. Her stomach grew more sensitive, and the sloshing feeling inside was constantly pressing at her mind. The rubbing of those furred balls against her pussy made her imagine what would happen if she was fucked so hard that they were pressed inside, and that occupied her for a split second before -

"Theeeere we go. Now...better hold it..."

Hold it? Oh, goddess...

She clenched down as much as she could as the goat pulled her cock back. She was thankful that her mistress took her time to pull it back little by little rather than all at once, but even so, she barely managed to hold it together as that thick shaft pulled against her inner walls. Every time they did this, she wondered what it would feel like the day that she took someone between her legs properly, and every time, she shied away from the thought. The last thing that she needed to do when she was filled with the mistress's piss and cum was fall to distraction and make a worse mess than usual.

Finally, the swollen head popped free of her urethra. The entire room smelled of sex and...other things, and yet, she knew that it wasn't over. When Gwen looked at her with that smile, with the considering tilt of her head, she knew that the witch wasn't yet satisfied.

"Mmmm, you look rounder than usual from that," Gwen muttered.

"Mmmph...I...I...I'm trying to -"

"Yes, yes, keep holding it. But I think...mmm, yes. You'd make a good dildo today..."

Not again, she thought but didn't dare say.

"Hold still. And again...hold it..."

Eva nodded even as she felt the goat's magic settling on her. The witch's power was already flowing over her like a blanket, wrapped around her and pulling tighter and tighter, mostly around her shoulders and head. She bit her lips as she felt the first surge of pressure, pushing down and feeling like a heavy pack condensing her spine, then her legs. It pulled tight -

"Nnngh!"

And then released. A foot of height was gone, and it was already building up to steal more. Her mistress always loomed over her, but now, she couldn't see past the goat's breasts.

The surge hit her again, and again, and each time that she lost more height, she felt the pressure squeezing down on her bladder again. The fennec fox hugged herself around the middle, huffing and hissing through clenched teeth as it kept trying to come out. Every squeeze made her all too aware of the sloshing mess inside of her, of the way that her urethra was holding itself closed by the barest of margins. If she had the bravery, she would have plugged it herself, but she knew that would get her punished.

Down, down, down she went, until she was just barely shorter than the goat's sac. The sight of that thing right at face level was more familiar than she imagined most customers would have thought; she'd had those slapping against her chin more than once.

But this time, she'd be going for what was right behind them.

Gwen smirked, stepping forward. The slow movement dragged those heavy, dark-furred balls right over the fox's face, and then between her ears. It also left her with her nose all but buried in the slit right behind those balls, sniffing that thick scent.

"Nnngh..."

"Mmmm, I don't think that I'm going to need any kind of lube for you today..."

With how drenched that slit was, Eva was inclined to agree. She shivered as the bigger, more powerful woman ground forward, back, forward, back, sliding that slippery opening against her muzzle, her forehead, her face. The streams of pussy juice rolling off it soaked her, drenched her, and she felt as if she was being dipped into a vat of lube over and over again. She held herself as still as possible, one hand at her side, the other cradling her swollen belly and doing her best to keep clamped down, down there.

Just endure it...she won't...won't last long...I hope...

That was the hope. That was the great hope.

"Tilt your head back..."

She knew what was coming, and despite her embarrassment and slight fear, Eva couldn't deny that she felt...aroused again. The constant frustration was always fucking with her head, and this was no exception. She was barely keeping herself together as she tilted her head back, and her nipples were still stiff, her pussy still drenched and dripping her juices among the other stains along her thighs.

As the fennec fox looked up, her nose brushed that slit again, and the further back she tilted her head, the more that it slid in. By the time that she was staring straight up, half her muzzle was buried in the wet folds behind the goat's balls. She whimpered, barely able to get any air at all this way, and just prayed that the same enchantments that had kept her conscious through this 'punishment' before were still in play.

I'm two feet tall right now, she thought at a guess. And that means...that means she'll bounce down...take maybe half of me...

Which meant that the inflated part of her belly was going to be like a knot on a canine cock. She was going to be bounced on so hard that she'd struggle to keep her grip on her bladder, and she doubted that her mistress would let her -

"Hands at your side..."

There it was. Eva whimpered one last time, but did as she was told. This had to be the end of her punishment. It just had to be. If it wasn't -

A deep groan followed the first thrust down. There was no hesitation, no slow grind, just a sudden drop that took Eva's head and most of her shoulders in between those pussy lips. She was all but drowning in the slime inside, gasping for air in the dark, slippery passage, and the walls of muscles around her were already squeezing, pulling, milking at her body as if she was some lucky male's cock. It was an intense, crushing feeling that nevertheless threatened to lift her right off the ground.

Outside, she could just barely hear Gwen moaning from the feeling of her body going in. Something was said, but it was so far off that she couldn't make out a word of it.

She didn't care. She just focused on herself.

The goat slid up, popping off her shoulders for a moment before slamming down again, taking her further, further, all the way down to her modest breasts. The feeling of being the thing stretching someone else out gave her no sense of power; she only felt...felt the pleasure...of being of use...

Up, down, up, down.

In, out, in, out.

She was no longer getting her head and shoulders out, and she could feel the gripping, swollen pussy lips going further and further down. They were past her breasts now, and the goat's slimy essence ran down her body, drenching her, marking her. Each bounce of those powerful hips came closer and closer to her swollen stomach and over-full bladder, and she could feel the spasms rushing through her even as something else hit her.

Something...pleasurable.

Eva was so sensitive now that she couldn't ignore anything that happened to her body. The constant squeezing from head to toe, the way that her body was getting massaged and clenched on by the inner walls, the way that the slippery muscles were grinding right over her nipples and everything else every time that Gwen slid up and down her body: it all added up to a low-level pleasure that was so close to getting her off. The fennec fox wheezed in the low-oxygen tunnel, her head forced back, her mouth unable to open, but she gasped nonetheless, trying to suck air as her pussy soaked her thighs helplessly.

Up, down, up, down, and each down-stroke was a slap against her swollen belly, much like some other woman trying to get a knot past her pussy lips. Each time that she felt the impact, she gasped for air, and every time that she felt it push anyway, she could feel the payload in her bladder shifting. Gods, it was close, too close, and she whimpered as it got worse...and worse...and worse.

Gwen had to be close, she thought. Had to be. She felt -

"Mmmph!"

The entrance to the goat's cervix bounced against her face. Even as Gwen's pussy pushed down, all but swallowing her belly and squeezing it so hard, she felt her head about to push past that hidden barrier. Her mistress moaned on the outside, pushing down harder, and Eva couldn't help but think:

What would it be like...to be sucked in there...

It was a strange thought, nothing but an errant idea, but it hit her hard...hard enough to give her a mental release, if not a physical one.

And as she dripped harder, her mistress slammed down one last time. She had a split-second feeling of being too large, too wide for her mistress's sex, before the goat clenched down. She lost control, and her second to last thought before she passed out was an apology.

The last, of course, was that this would be reversed when she woke up...hopefully. Gwen was a bully, but she did need an apprentice...and it was hard to get another. Usually, they reversed this...usually...

The End

Summary: What happens when you're the apprentice of a very strict goat mistress? This, apparently.

Tags: F/H, Fennec Fox, Fox, Goat, Mistress, Apprentice, Abuse of Power, Inappropriate Apprenticeships, Dub-Con, Fingering, Masturbation, Watersports, Embarrassment, Humiliation, Size Play, Shrinking, Living Dildo, Urethra Play, Sounding, Cum, Orgasm, Edging,