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"Don't. Touch. Anything. Until I tell you to."

Crista looked up from the book she was flipping through as Tazi entered the threshold, tone somehow even more stern and condescending than usual. Tazi immediately raised her handpaws up next to her head and gave a nervous smile, walking into the center of the other girl's bedroom.

"...you should shut the door though," Crista added before looking back down. Tazi obediently leaned back and closed the door, returning to her previous position immediately after. She made sure she was far away from all the bookshelves, curios, and decorations in the area, trying to not even look at anything too hard.

"Thanks again for inviting me to this...ritual? Do you call them rituals?" Tazi nervously asked.

Crista nodded. "Yes, ritual works. And you're primarily here because I need another mind for this one specifically. Thank you for volunteering yours."

"Uhm...you're welcome! I think!" The afghan hound continued her banter while glancing around. Crista had apparently forgone the nightlights that usually brightened the room in favor of a single small candle. "Most of the others are busy tonight, and I've always wanted to know what exactly this was all about! It sounds like fun!"

The aardwolf didn't look at Tazi while responding, instead getting up just to move the candle closer to her. "Magick is not for 'fun'. It is a sacred and delicate thing." Only after the candle was perfectly aligned did she turn towards the hound. "Though that doesn't mean we won't be able to thoroughly enjoy the outcome," she said with a smirk.

"Riiight, what exactly is this for again?"

Crista waved a handpaw. "Even if I explained it to a non-initiate such as yourself, you would not believe. So instead you will wait...and you will see." The smirk only grew wider as she spoke. More sinister too, unless that was the light tricking Tazi's eyes.

The hound simply nodded, unsure what else to say. Crista was right; she barely knew anything about this "magic" business. Before she had met the aardwolf, it all seemed like card tricks and pulling rabbits out of hats. Hell, even now it was mostly that. So if there really was more to the arcane, the hound was eager to see it firsthand.

Plus, what kind of person says no to doing a spooky ritual on Halloween?

Finally, Crista seemed to finish her setup. She placed the book she was reading in the middle of her pentagram bed sheet before reaching for a tray with an electric kettle and two mugs sitting on it. She filled each mug with water, likewise filling the air with the scent of steam and bitter herbs.

"Alright, during this ritual, you will sit across the pentacle from me. You will sit with your legs crossed, your arms slack, your hands posed like this..." Crista's instructions were very blunt, but at least that made them easy to follow. Tazi assumed this was a delicate art, and she didn't want to mess any of it up her first time.

"And then you will say these words: 'Mind and body, alter state. I submit, you dominate.' Understand?"

"Yep!" Tazi barked in affirmation

Crista squinted her eyes. "You're sure you don't want me to go over any of it again?"

The hound shook her head. "Uh-uh, I got it!"

The aardwolf hummed a discontent hum, not averting her gaze.

"What? You think I can't handle a little rhyme?"

"...Rufina doesn't call you 'dumb puppy' for no reason," Crista pointed out.

Tazi pouted. "Well that's just a pet name! And I'm not even in pet mode right now, see?" She pointed a handpaw at her collar and the tag hanging off of it. Sure enough, the tag read 'Tazi' instead of 'Pet'. "Jeez, it's like you forget I'm in college!"

It took everything in Crista to not point out the hound had basically dropped out. Instead, she shook her head before beginning to strip. Tazi was initially distracted watching her pull the ripped t-shirt off her chubby body, but eventually realized this was probably a weird time to be taking clothes off.

"Uh, why are you doing that? Should I do that?" the hound asked. She was only wearing a bra and underwear, and even that was just because she felt it'd be disrespectful to come to this naked.

"You'll be fine. This is for the sake of my own clothes," Crista ominously responded before rolling her panties down and tossing her clothes across the bedroom. Now completely naked, she pat the the space on the pentagram directly across from her.

Once both girls were in position, sitting on opposite sides of the bed and along the rim of the pentacle, Crista turned the tray such that both could reach their cups sitting on opposite ends. The aardwolf reached for her own, and Tazi followed suit.

Crista leaned over and blew out the candle, causing darkness to fall over the bedroom. Tazi could see very little, but she heard the low hum of the aardwolf sitting only a few feet away from her. The mug cupped in her handpaws was barely cool enough to touch, and the very energy of the room was electric. Eerie and oppressive, but electric.

After a few moments, Crista's voice finally picked up. She began speaking words, first low and under her breath, but slowly getting louder. Even as she grew more audible, though, she was barely intelligible. The words she spoke weren't exactly foreign to Tazi, but they weren't quite English either. There were fragments that the hound could understand, but as soon as she had deciphered one phrase, another five mired her brain. Eventually, Tazi stopped trying to figure out Crista's cryptic speech, instead letting the confusion wash over her mind. She didn't need to understand all of what was going on, after all, just make sure she did her part.

Suddenly, a reddish glow illuminated both girls from beneath, casting caliginous shadows on the walls around them. Tazi thought it just another thing she wasn't meant to understand at first, before she realized...it was the pentagram. Somehow, the bedsheet was beginning to glow.

"Gods!" Crista bellowed, causing Tazi to almost jump out of her own fur.

"We come before you on this most unholy night. We, seeking your power and partnership." After that, the aardwolf added more of her magical words.

Tazi listened to the invocation intently, hanging on to every word she could understand. It just now occurred to her that something supernatural might actually be going on here. Something less like tricks and more like true witchcraft. After all, the bedsheets didn't usually glow in the dark - she'd been in here enough times to know that much. And the way Crista was speaking was like nothing Tazi had ever heard from her before.

"We drink a tea of your leaves, such that you may abide in us, spiritually and physically." Taking the cue, Tazi gripped the mug's handle and brought it to her lips. The hot liquid that rushed into her maw was bitter, but fragrant, and no sooner had it flown down her throat than she felt its warmth spread through her body. Warmth and...something else. Deep within, she felt something stir.

"And now, our request." Crista cleared her throat before speaking once more. "Mind and body, alter state." After saying the first phrase, the aardwolf peered at Tazi. The hound could almost feel those sharp predator eyes drill into her soul, compelling her to repeat the phrase.

"Mind and body, alter state," came a smaller and shakier voice.

"You submit, I dominate." Crista finished.

Wait, wasn't it 'I submit, you dominate'?

Tazi held her tongue for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. The gaze looking at her intensified, until she could almost feel Crista's ire burning her from the inside out. Panicking, she squeaked out the first phrase that came to mind.

"Y-you submit, I dominate!" Tazi quickly said.

Crista's eyes went from angry to shocked very quickly, and she began stammering. "N-no! A-abort, I recall this casting!" The aardwolf switched to her magical language, her words much faster than before.

"Uhh...did I say the wrong thing?" Tazi asked, before she felt the energy in her body suddenly spike. The thing she felt stirring inside was growing, morphing, spreading over her entire form. Her muscles began to burn, and a great pressure weighed on her head. And then, just as suddenly, it all disappeared. Her muscles felt cool, and her head almost weightless...for but a moment.

The feelings alternated; one second Tazi was under immense stress, feeling as if fire and brimstone were shooting out of her very fingertips. The next she felt a nothingness, as if she were floating in a void completely devoid of stimulus. It was like her entire body was contracting and relaxing in unison, throbbing even. With one particularly fierce pulse, she felt herself rip out of her clothing, bra and mini-shorts both reduced to tatters. All the while, her breath caught in her throat, forcing her into stunned silence. Her mind quickly gave up trying to understand what was happening to her anymore; whatever magic had overtaken her was certainty real, and she had no control over it.

Crista, meanwhile, was likewise helpless but to watch. She knew that with Tazi's minimal magical knowledge, the hound had no way of stopping the transformation. The aardwolf's eyes snapped to different parts of her body, most growing larger, more muscular, more primal. Tazi's legs thickened, going from their usual skinniness to longer, stronger limbs to support her growing weight. The hound's spine stretched, adding an extra foot to her total height. Her shoulders widened, and the muscles stretching down her arms began to bulge.

Tazi grew no thinner, but a tad more muscular, with the faint outline of a six-pack appearing in the eerie light. Her bosom grew, turning her modest chest into a full rack of C-cup breasts. Her maw, wide from shock, grew yet wider and more ferocious. Her teeth seemed to sharpen, and the pupils of her eyes went beady. Finally, last but certainly not least, her canid sheath swelled. Her dick, visibly throbbing, appeared from it as if the sheath could no longer contain it. A constant stream of precum began to leak from the cockhole, sliding off the massive prick and falling onto the bedsheets.

"...gods fucking damn it," was all Crista could mutter before the pentacle dimmed and the room went black.

***

A blood-coagulating scream shook the house. The sounds of beastly snarling and claws ripping through flesh cut it off immediately after. Lights flickered on and off. The air chilled, as if death itself was haunting the place. From his spot sitting on the couch, an unsuspecting Ardin noticed the sudden shift in energy. The lynx stood up, placed his handpaws on his hips, and spoke.

"...come on, Vamp, that jumpscare was mid as hell."

The bat sitting on the couch next to him squeaked, still shaken. "Well, it got me pretty good!"

"I can tell, that's probably the loudest I've ever heard you scream." Ardin laughed before strolling towards the kitchen. "You want another energy drink?"

"No thanks, I'm plenty awake, especially now," they responded sheepishly.

"Aight, but you better not fall asleep! We got another three movies after this one." Ardin walked off the soft padded carpet and onto the tile floor of the kitchen, making a beeline for the refrigerator. He didn't mind missing this part of the film; he'd already seen it a few times before.

"Need I remind you I'm nocturnal?" Vamp called, flinching as they heard the sound of another character in the movie getting their spine removed. "Ugh, so gorey! I'm not even that scared, just grossed out at this point..."

Ardin returned with another two neon colored cans of Monster and plopped them down on the table next to a stash of snacks. "Guess you're not a fan of slashers then? I mainly picked this one 'cause it's got those things you like, uh...the monkey guys?"

"They're called 'humans'!" Vamp corrected. "Not 'monkey guys', and not 'fleshwalkers' like the movie calls them! They're actually really interesting and super unique, if only people wou-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure," Ardin said to cut them off before they could get too deep into their rant. "Y'know, maybe I should've asked Crista for some movie recs. She's more into the, like, psychological horror shit anyways."

Vamp sank into their seat but accepted the shift in conversation. "Didn't realize you and her were back on speaking terms."

The lynx gave a nervous laugh before popping the tab on one of the Monster cans and taking a long sip. "Uhh...it's complicated." In retrospect, maybe bringing up his ex wasn't the best pivot.

"I mean, we don't have to talk about that if you don't want. I know it's probably still kinda sensitive..." Vamp said.

"What? N-no, it's fine, I can talk about it!" Ardin pushed back. He definitely didn't want to talk about Crista, but he also didn't want to seem like he was too weak to handle it.

"Uhhhh okay..." Vamp stalled, trying to find some way to untangle them from the social web they'd trapped them both in. Thankfully, they were interrupted by the sound of a door slamming, followed by heavy footsteps.

A large, dark shape came out of the hallway and into the living room. It wasn't until that shape stood in front of the tv, lit by the box from behind, that the two on the couch could make out who it was.

"Heyyy!" Ardin said forcefully. "Look who it is! Speak of the devil and she shall appear!"

"The devil I am not, but I'm glad you're already anticipating your place in hell," Crista snapped back. She glanced quickly between Ardin, Vamp, and a large tome she was holding under one arm.

"H-hey! Uh, you and Tazi done with...whatever you guys were doing?" Vamp asked.

"And also could you get out the way? We're kinda in the middle of a movie marathon right now," Ardin said, dismissively shooing the aardwolf away while trying to look around her.

Crista snarled. "Listen to me very carefully. The ritual we were doing ha-"

"You're not dragging me into more of your magic bullshit, alright?" Ardin rolled his eyes. "I told you I wasn't doing it tonight. Or ever again."

Finally, the aardwolf had enough. She reached behind the TV and yanked the power cord, cutting the connection. The room suddenly went quiet and dark, save for the dim moonlight peaking through the windows.

"Aaw!" Vamp whined. "Now how am I gonna know if they make it out alive?"

"We won't make it out of this alive if you don't. Fucking. Listen to me," Crista yelled. Without the sound of the movie in the background, another noise had become audible: a dim, repeated thudding, like something slamming into a wall. Ardin turned in the direction it was coming from: the hallway.

"Yknow what? Fine. What the fuck is so spooky you had to ruin our whole night for it?" the lynx pressed.

Crista pulled her book from under her armpit and began flipping through it as she spoke. "Tazi and I were doing a transformation spell. Physical and mental. Usually not possible, but the energy on this day makes it so. Tazi was doing surprisingly well for an uninitiated...until she confused the wording. I managed to stop the spell from affecting me, but she didn't know what to do, and now she's been transformed."

Vamp took time to process all of that. They had known Crista did something in the realm of the metaphysical. Hell, they'd asked her about it on a few occasions, though only getting minimal information due to her cryptic nature. But they never knew anything like this was possible. Was Tazi like a completely different person now?

Ardin, on the other handpaw, was unfazed. "Greeeeat. So what is she now? Another species? You make her into a slimy tentacle monster or somethin'? I know you're into that shit."

Vamp's jaw dropped. "You-you're not surprised by this at all!?"

Ardin shrugged. "You date a witch bitch long enough, you learn some shit about magic."

"That's an odd way of saying you mock and belittle her practice every chance you get," Crista shrewdly replied before settling upon a page in her book. "Tazi's infliction is most similar to lycanthropy. She's still her, just bigger, dumber, and more feral. And, because of the nature of the spell...probably in heat right now."

"So what you're saying is...you bit off more than you could chew trying to conjure werewolf girl dick, and now you want us to help you?" Ardin laughed before taking a sip of his Monster.

Crista groaned. "Look, the door to my room is warded, but soon enough she might break through that. And when she does...she's probably going to try and fuck anything with a hole within a 10-mile radius."

Vamp squeaked a squeak of fear, but they did feel their cheeks heat up a bit. "Bad day for Rufina and Pogono to take the van..."

"So will you help me, or do I have to barricade myself in the basement?" Crista huffed.

Ardin stayed silent, but Vamp jumped off the couch and to their feetclaws. "For our friend! A-and for the sake of our holes...what do we have to do?"

The aardwolf breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the book. "Unfortunately, I'm low on equipment for spellbreaking. However, there is an if-all-else-fails method detailed in here...if we can exhaust Tazi, she'll begin reverting on her own."

"Oh, yeah, sure, let's just put the big hulking were-dog on a treadmill, that'll save our asses," Ardin interjected.

Crista strode closer to him, glaring. "Are you going to actually help, or just sit back and micromanage everyone like you always do?"

"Says the bitch who's trying to get us to play along with this shit. Did Tazi have any idea this was gonna happen to her?"

Before the two could launch into a full-on argument, they heard another flurry of heavy hits coming from Crista's room, followed by the clacking of claws against the wooden floorboards. In the dim light, they could see Vamp striding down the hallway.

"You guys can work out your issues, I'm gonna get started working on Tazi!"

Crista outstretched a handpaw towards the bat. "Wait, no! You don't know what you're dealing with!"

"Of course I do! You say it's still Tazi, right? I know just how to tire her out then!" With that, Vamp skittered away into the darkness, leaving the other two alone with one another.

***

Before the others could stop them, Vamp walked down the hallway and to Crista's door. Though the corridor was dark, the bat relied on sound to navigate more than sight. And they could definitely hear the bulky sound of someone pounding on the walls, along with heavy panting and snarls. As Vamp put a handclaw on the doorknob, they shivered. Ideas of what Tazi could look like now ran through their mind; everything from their friend as normal, to a beast only a few degrees off from a rabid animal.

And, upon cracking the door and peaking through, Vamp realized the latter was more accurate.

At first they weren't sure what to make of the hairy, muscular mass standing with her back toward them, but slowly they could make out some features. Even while transformed into some awful beast, Tazi still had those long ears that stretched down to her chest. Her body structure was about the same, they sensed; even if she definitely couldn't be called short anymore, she had her same stocky proportions. And as she turned in their direction, they noticed her collar was on. It was bulging at the new thickness of her neck, but it was still holding on.

"...shit," they muttered, realizing she'd noticed them.

Vamp quickly pushed the door open and walked into the room, trying to remain as calm as possible. For each step they took, they felt a heavy, throbbing energy emanate from the werepup. They kept their distance, putting the bed between themself and Tazi. It wasn't clear if she could see them or not.

"H-hey, Tazi?"

The response was the sound of sniffing.

"O-oh, yeah, dogs can smell real good, huh?"

Tazi's head began snapping around, as if trying to catch the scent. Vamp realized they wouldn't be able to hide, at least not for long.

"Tazi? Girl? You...you in there somewhere?" They chanced hopping up onto the bed and standing on it. With the extra height, they were almost up to her eye level.

The werepup finally snapped her head in their direction. A low growl was building in the back of her throat.

Vamp squeaked and backed up a bit, raising their handclaws. "I-I'm not here to hurt you! Just-just trying to hel-"

Before they could finish the sentence, Vamp felt the beast suddenly lurch forward. They didn't have time to react as Tazi pounced onto them, grabbing their thin arms and pinning them to the bed. She hunched over them, growl-panting and dripping saliva down onto their body. Vamp felt as their legs were slowly being spread open by Tazi's much larger ones.

"Oh god, oh my god-" the bat squeaked. For the most part, they were terrified. But also, they had to admit, turned on. They had come in here with the expectation that Tazi's prick would somehow end up inside them, but they had never imagined she could be so ferocious. They couldn't quite estimate how much bigger her cock had likely grown, but if the rest of her form was any indication...

"Tazi! I-it's me! Vamp!" they called, the part of them that didn't want to get near-fatally ravaged spoke up, desperately trying to reach the pup they knew was still in there. "Don't you remember me?"

The werepup suddenly stopped moving. She stood completely still, except for the mighty rise and fall of breath in her lungs. A small whine came out of her muzzle; a whine of confusion but familiarity.

"Toy?" she growled as her eyes began to glow with ferocity and magic.

Vamp gulped. And then, a few seconds later, Vamp screamed a scream of fear and pleasure.

***

"Look, all I'm saying is," Ardin began, popping the tab on yet another drink, "Maybe if you dropped the spooky witch act and actually told people what the fuck was going on, they wouldn't get hurt as often."

Crista bore her fangs, but kept her eyes glued to her tome, rapidly flipping through it. She was sitting on the couch, but deliberately as far away from Ardin as possible. They both heard Vamp's shrill cry, but neither seemed eager to check on them. The aardwolf was too focused, and the lynx was somewhere between trusting Vamp to take care of business and being afraid of what he'd find if they couldn't.

Crista was so engrossed in her reading, she almost forgot to make a comeback. Almost. "That's rich, coming from the 'frat boy' who can't actually join any fraternities."

Ardin's grip tightened on his can. "Low fucking blow! You know exactly why they won't let me in!"

"Maybe if you acted like you had some balls, they'd reconsider," she snidely retorted.

Ardin felt his entire body tense with anger. He had half a mind to fling the rest of the energy drink directly onto his ex, but he narrowly caught himself. Instead, he took a deep breath before standing up. "This. This is why I couldn't stand your ass anymore. You have no sense of boundaries or respect, like, nothing is sacred to you! You ever hear me talk about your insecurities? Do I drag you into random bullshit!?"

Finally, the aardwolf looked up from her book. They'd needed to have this conversation for a while now, and it didn't seem like it could be avoided anymore. "Your insistence on being the 'man of the relationship' was a continuous insult to me and put me in many situations I did not want to be in."

"Well, I'm fucking sorry! Okay!? I'm sorry." Ardin yelled so loud, it overwrote the heavy banging and squeals still coming from down the hallway. The air in the living room stilled, and Crista's face softened. She was both surprised and confused to hear those words.

"I was trying to overcompensate, I admit it. And if it hurt you...that wasn't the intention." The lynx looked away for a moment, trying to find the right words. "But you never told me. You never told me anything was wrong, just kept getting madder and madder, and then after you lashed out you never apologized either. At least I know how to say sorry."

Crista felt a creeping guilt welling inside her. She was silent and still for a few moments, trying to remember the last time she had apologized to her ex for anything. When she couldn't think of a last time, her tone faltered.

"Ardin, I-"

"I don't need it now," the lynx replied, shaking his head. "What I need is you to actually like...I don't know, communicate with people? Tell me if I'm being a piece of shit. Tell Tazi if whatever you're doing could turn her into a whatever-the-fuck. I get that you like being mysterious but...if you leave people totally in the dark that's how they get really fucked up."

The ensuing silence was deafening. Both took the moment to take in Ardin's words, words long held but only now said. Finally, the lynx fell back onto the couch and spoke again.

"Damn, that all just came flowing out, huh? Guess that's what happens when you're basically in a life-or-death situation, heh." He laughed, but there wasn't any levity in it. "Uh...was I so loud I made them stop fuckin'?"

Crista narrowed her eyes, fully coming back to the moment. "...did Vamp close my door?"

The response was a low, heavy sound. Then another. Not quite in the rhythm from earlier; less like fervent sex and more like footsteps.

"...basement time?" Ardin asked, already tensing his muscles to sprint.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Crista could barely make out a large shape stepping out from the shadows of the hallway. At first it just seemed to be the expected massive canine, but there was something - someone - tucked under one of her arms.

"...basement time," Crista nodded, snapping her book closed and leaping up.

The next few moments were a blur, but in the ensuing chaos, Crista saw something that she wouldn't soon forget: the image of Vamp, under Tazi's armpit, limbs drooping and ass facing towards her. An ass with a gaping anus, a steady stream of thick, pungent cum dripping out.

***

As the adrenaline wore off, Crista found herself in the bottom floor of the house. It was pitch black down here, and while her eyes were better than the average animal's at seeing in darkness, the only light source for them to latch on to came from the stairwell. And based on the heavy creaking of wood coming from those stairs, she wanted to be as far away from them as possible.

The aardwolf was surprised to feel a handpaw grab her arm, and she would have screamed if the grip wasn't familiar. Ardin somehow led her through the blackness, silent the entire time. The only noise was him using his large feetpaws to kick things on the floor out of their way, clearing a path for both. Finally the lynx stopped them in front of a wall-Crista could at least sense that much-and fiddled with a knob before opening a door. The aardwolf fought the urge to protest as she was pushed inside, her ex coming in after her.

Once the door was shut, Ardin stumbled around for a few moments before clicking a switch. Suddenly, a string of lights hung around the walls lit up, bathing them both in a dim, oddly romantic rose-colored glow. Crista took a moment to adjust to her surroundings, trying to figure out exactly where she was. There was a bed centered on the back wall. Various instruments, from paddles to belts, hung on hooks. A shelf to the side supported an array of phallic shapes.

"...what in all the circles of hell is this?" she asked exasperatedly.

"So uh...me and Rufina have been working on this for a little bit," Ardin began before sitting on the bed and scratching the back of his head. "This was the guest room, but the only guest we ever get is Mur, and he just sleeps on the couch. So...it's a sex dungeon now!"

Crista wanted to roll her eyes, but actually...that wasn't a half bad idea. Not as much as her and her housemates liked to fuck, at least. She was only mildly annoyed that Ardin of all people was the one who had helped come up with the idea. "Not bad. Though if you want to really make this something remarkable, you've got a ways to go."

"Yeah, well, that's why you didn't know about it 'till now. It's not done," he said defensively.

"You didn't think about asking for help setting it up?"

"Gee, wonder why I never asked my ex, who I have not fucked or sucked since we broke up, to help me build a sex dungeon," he said sarcastically before falling completely back onto the bed.

"Speaking of fucking and sucking..." Crista opened her book again, picking right where she left off. "I think I found our way out of this. Vamp's already...contributed to sating Tazi's sexual appetite. We could probably fully exhaust her from here, but we would need to work in tandem..."

"Wait, so you're sayin'...we both fuck her at the same time?" Ardin surmised, sitting back up quickly.

Crista wanted to find a less crude way of saying it, but eventually settled on a simple "Yes".

"Ho-ley shit, this is gonna be just like that orgy at Monty's!"

"I thought we said we'd never talk about Monty's ever again," Crista growled.

"No, you said you were never talking about Monty's again."

"Because I didn't enjoy bottoming for a guy I didn't know while you got eaten out like a buffet," she said, huffing.

Ardin wanted to argue, but recalled their previous conversation and simply nodded. "Fine. Never again. And y'know what? If Tazi wants to stick that werepup cock in anyone, it'll be me, 'kay?"

Crista was actually relieved to hear that. Based on what she saw of Tazi's new sex from earlier, taking it would have her walking funny for weeks...if she'd even survive that.

"Fine then," the aardwolf agreed, closing her book. "Alright, she's likely in the basement by now. Tell me when you're ready. I'll draw her attention, and we'll get busy."

Ardin nodded, doing a few stretches to both prepare his body and get himself psyched up. He stood up, moving to a container of lube in the corner to be right next to the bed. Finally, he gave Crista a thumbs up.

"Alright, ready. And uh...look, before I maybe experience death by dog dick...I'm glad we finally talked about...y'know, everything."

Crista hesitated before finding it in her to grin, just a bit. "I'm glad too. And...I am sorry."

With those words, Crista shoved the door to the guest-room-turned-dungeon open. In the dim lighting, the monstrous form of Tazi stood a few feet away, snapping her head immediately at the noise. The aardwolf grit her teeth before yelling out. "Hey were-bitch, in here!"

The werepup cocked her head to the side slightly, squeezing the bat still under one of her arms. As she did, spunk squirted out of their ruined hole and onto the floor.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, big dumb slut! You've got bark, let's see some bite!" As she yelled, Crista began slowly backing up, ready for Tazi to pounce.

And pounce she did. Tazi's eyes flashed as she dropped Vamp to the ground before rushing forward and towards the room. Crista barely managed to jump out of the way as the werepup ran through the doorway, almost too big to fit through the frame. She wasn't quite able to stop herself as she passed the threshold, instead running into the bed and toppling forward. Her feral reflexes kicked in though, and she stuck out her arms, using them to break her fall...and hunch directly over a smiling Ardin.

Tazi squinted in suspicion, but it was too late. She turned her head just in time to see Crista slam the door closed, saying an invocation under her breath as she did. The doorway flashed for a split second, before the hum of warding magic drifted through the air. The two ex-lovers might have still had their qualms with one another, but they were completely in sync at this moment.

"Nowhere to run. And nobody to bone. Except, of course, us!" Ardin taunted.

What followed were a series of cries, growls, and flurried movement from everyone involved. The end result was Tazi standing in front of the bed, gripping both lynx and aardwolf by their heads. Both were next to each other on their knees, made to face a canid cock at full mast. Between this new form's natural pheromones and the sweat Tazi had built up from fucking and running around, the musk was overwhelming.

Ardin opened his mouth to speak, but Tazi apparently took that as an offer to go first. The lynx was shoved forward, his face buried into her enlarged balls. He didn't complain though; in fact, he was kind of excited to get to milk testicles this big. Ardin immediately got to work wrapping his lips around them, kissing slightly while spreading as much saliva as possible.

Crista allowed Tazi to push her forward too and began licking at the werepup's length. The aardwolf wasn't nearly as used to giving oral as she was receiving, but she at least knew what a good blowjob felt like and tried to mirror the experience. She wrapped her rough tongue around the shaft while slowly tilting her head up and down. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

The two worked surprisingly well together, servicing the werepup's dick in a way they could surely never achieve alone. Crista continued to play with the upper bits, eventually managing to lick at the head and begin stimulating the glans. Ardin, meanwhile, stayed dutifully glued to Tazi's sac, nuzzling and licking her balls. He even managed to get one fully inside his feline maw, sucking it strongly.

The two both internally grinned as they felt Tazi's dick harden further and throb, veins bulging obscenely. But instead of having them continue to work her to orgasm, the werepup suddenly dragged them off her prick. She shuddered as she took a handpaw off Crista and moved both to Ardin, guiding him to stand up before forcefully pushing him onto the bed. As she did, she began lining up with his already glistening cunt.

Crista, meanwhile, noticed Tazi's tail wag before raising. In between her muscular cheeks awaited the werepup's anus, which the aardwolf could only assume had gone unattended all night. She gave a devious grin; pushing this girl's buttons would be a cinch.

"Damn, it really is still Tazi! She still remembers you don't like taking dick!" Ardin nervously half-joked as he reached to the side and applied what would usually be a very liberal amount of lube to his vulva. Not a moment later did Tazi lean forward, thrusting her entire cock into him up to the knot.

Once he'd stopped his initial squeal of pleasure, Crista replied. "And she still remembers you need to be lubed up before penetration." The quips would have to wait though, as her tongue now had other business. Crista went to her knees once more, grabbed the werepup's asscheeks, and buried her muzzle between them.

Already worn down from earlier, Tazi gasped as the aardwolf's tongue began to rim her. She panted with excitement, vigorously thrusting in and out of the lynx underneath her. All Ardin could do was hold on to the bed sheets and pray his ex was as good with her tongue as he remembered.

Each lick of Tazi's tight hole seemed to convert into multiple thrusts, with the pleasure only increasing as Crista pushed herself in enough for her tongue to brush over the werepup's prostate. The sensations coming from both ends were overwhelming, and finally she lost what little control she still had. In one mighty push, Tazi managed to cram her knot into Ardin's tight pussy.

"Oh-oh my god she's...she's knotting-" was all he could get out before he felt his insides flood with potent werepup cum. He shuddered, almost cumming himself from the feeling of being so full. As she climaxed, Tazi howled, shaking the entire room with the mighty sound. Crista rewarded such a good girl with a flurry of licks, before extracting her tongue and letting it drag across her asscheeks.

Even as her entire being violently throbbed with ecstasy, though, Tazi wasn't quite done. She suddenly pushed off the bed, one arm grabbing Ardin's back while the other stretched out from behind to catch herself. In one swift motion, the werepup was sitting on Crista's muzzle, forcibly burying it in her ass. The knot kept Ardin along for the ride too, and despite his legs almost going numb, he managed to use them to stabilize himself as he sat on top of her.

A dark laugh escaped Tazi as she began mercilessly grinding directly on Crista's face, managing to get the aardwolf's tongue slipped back inside her. Her other handpaw moved Ardin as much as it could, effectively turning him into an already-full fleshlight. The lynx felt as her insistent thrusting packed her seed deeper and deeper into his cervix.

Neither Ardin nor Crista could rightfully form words, for obvious reasons. But both could tell they felt the same sympathy and envy for each other, some small part of them wishing they could switch places. The feeling of being brutally used was attractive to both, and even if they ended up fucked into puddles by the end of it, at least it had been enjoyable.

Finally, Tazi's seemingly-endless energy seemed to run out. The werepup, panting and growling like a beast, gave one final simultaneous grind and push downward. She came once more, making even more of a mess of Ardin's cunt, as well as her and his fur. Crista was just as wet by the end, drenched in the sweat of multiple people and having leaked no shortage of pre out her own dick. Finally the pup rolled off of her, allowing her to breathe once more just as her vision was beginning to darken. Ardin was forced to the ground, moaning as he felt his insides slosh from their new, virile contents.

Completely exhausted, all three laid out on the floor, and drifted out of consciousness. Tazi curled slightly around Ardin, spooning him with her knot still stuck inside him. Just before passing out, Crista caught a glimpse of Tazi's form beginning to shrink. It was with a triumphant smirk on her face that the aardwolf finally rested.

***

"Aaw, looks like I missed out on all the fun~"

The three occupants of the dungeon were awoken by a lighthearted chuckle as light streamed through the doorway. Standing above them all was Rufina, wearing most of the parts of a classic witch's outfit.

Tazi, now back to normal, tried to speak, but could only groan. Her entire body ached, most of all her poor testicles, which felt almost shriveled.

Rufina shushed her lovingly. "Don't hurt yourself now, girl. I can see by the mess you all made that you had quite the workout." Truth be told, the gazelle wasn't even sure how so much cum could come out of them all, and she was admittedly a little afraid to ask.

Among them, Crista was the first to get actual words out. She rolled onto her side to avoid the brighter light. "Ritual...went wrong...fixed it," she articulately elucidated.

"Where's...Vamp?" Ardin asked, trying to maneuver off of Tazi's now much smaller and flaccid prick.

"Oh, they're alright! Pogono moved them up into their bed down here. Speaking of...he did great at the ball! I can show you all the photos I took, he looked so good!"

The collective groggy groans told her all she needed to know, though. "Hmm...well, maybe tomorrow. Seems like you guys might not be up for a few hours, hehe." She left the room for a moment, coming back with a blanket from the downstairs closet in hand. She tenderly draped it out on all of them, trying to make it even but subconsciously giving Tazi the most. After all, her pup seemed the most tucked out of them all.

"I want to hear all about it when you guys get up," Rufina chipperly called before shutting the door.

A few moments later, Tazi finally had both the energy and mental faculty to properly speak.

"So Crista...what the hell happened...to me again? All a blur..."

"Magick," the aardwolf answered simply.

"Huh..." Tazi sighed. "So magic is like...real?"

"Of course!" Crista scoffed. "The reason you've never seen it before is because the initiated only do it around people they trust. Otherwise shitty people would ruin it, like they ruin everything."

"So...you trust me then?" Tazi said, unable to hide how touched she felt.

Ardin was the one who replied. "Yeah, pup. She does. You don't want to know how long it took her to show me the good shit."

"...if you tell anyone else about this, I will hex you," Crista threatened. Tazi wasn't sure if that was about the true nature of magic, or about Crista being so fond of her, but she planned to take both to the grave.

"...one last thing," the aardwolf added.

Both Ardin and Tazi turned their heads towards her.

"Happy Halloween, I guess," Crista said, her tone conveying the energy of both a blessing and a curse.