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Retrospect allowed Tannal to realize that that was probably a bad way to reveal to his best friend who he was.

He never imagined it would turn out that way - and he certainly didn't want it to - but at some point he knew the truth would be revealed. He thought it through a thousand times: what he would say, what he would do; but in every situation he was in complete control, explaining the situation carefully and calmly. He had thought through what Elliot would say, how he would react; but even with all his thinking, Tannal ended up being unprepared and unable to explain what had happened, leaving Elliot horrified, repulsed, and with no where to turn.

Not for the last time, Tannal cursed his rotten luck. _Why did it have to happen that way? _ He knew it was pointless to wallow in regret now; the deed had been done, and Elliot knew the truth.

And Elliot was gone.

* * * *

Elliot had ran from his apartment at the revelation that his familiar was in fact his missing friend.

But could it not be some trick?

Kensing gave him Telsa - no, Tannal - he corrected himself. No! Maybe it wasn't Tannal. It couldn't be Tannal. It didn't make sense. All the things they had done - Tannal wasn't gay. Was he? No, he told himself, it's not Tannal. It's just some trick. Some awful, terrible trick. Tannal was gone.

But what if it were Tannal? But then why would Kensing give him Tannal as a familiar? Did Kensing not know? The scribe's words implementing Kensing in the crimes of transforming rang through Elliot's head. Flashes of his familiar interacting with Kensing stirred in his memory - everything from the scribe to Kensing to Telsa to Tannal - it was one great catastrophe and Elliot had no idea how to sort through it.

Elliot swore loudly. This was too much. How was he supposed to make heads or tails of this mess? He needed someone to talk to. But Sari was gone, and even if she were here, he would never be able to bring himself to tell her everything that he did... Elliot shook his head, trying to clear it, and started walking, letting his feet carry him along the familiar paths of the Academy while his mind raced.

Which is how he found himself pacing on the grounds in one of the empty Academy halls when a crow soared into the courtyard from above and fluttered to the ground in front of him. Although it was a crow, he immediately recognized the twinge of recognition inside his chest and he knew it was Telsa - or was it Tannal? Elliot felt fury boil up in him. Could he not have a few minutes to at least think things through? Was he not allowed to have even the smallest moment of peace before getting inundated with more information and betrayal? Elliot looked once at the crow, then he turned away and stormed off in the other direction.

"Elliot!" Tannal called out, after him. "Elliot, come on. Talk to me."

"Stay away from me!" Elliot yelled over his shoulder. "Don't you dare come near me!" He knew he was being ridiculous. He knew he was being unfair. But he was too angry to think straight and he knew that emotions like that made him vulnerable. And if it was a trick, then he's fall for it before he even had the chance to sort things out first. All he wanted was some time to think, but his familiar seemed to think otherwise, as Elliot heard the crow's wing-beats behind him.

"El, come off it. You can't act like this." Tannal appeared suddenly before Elliot in a leopard form, standing his ground with his eyes blazing and blocking Elliot's exit. "Come on, Elliot. You can't just walk away. We need to talk."

"We'll talk," Elliot said curtly, sizing up the shapeshifter. "Just not now. I just need to be left alone, alright?" He turned back and started walking away from Tannal again, a thousand thoughts and feelings coursing through him. Just calm down, he told himself, _just take a few minutes and think things through. It doesn't matter if it is Tannal or if it isn't. Right now, you just need to stop and think. Everything will make sense if you just think th- _

"Elliot, we need to talk now." Tannal appeared in front of him again, looking all the more determined to pin him down.

The ground directly in front of Tannal suddenly exploded with a flash of heat at Elliot let loose a spell close enough to startle Tannal, but not close enough to actually hurt him. "I said stay away!" Elliot said, raising his hand in preparation for another spell. "I don't want you anywhere near me, - whatever you are!"

"Elliot, please!" Tannal stood his ground, trembling. He didn't like the look in Elliot's eyes, but he had to face him. "Look, I'm sorry that I deceived you. I didn't want to. I didn't want any of this to happen. Trust me, El. You know me. You of all people in the world know me best. You know I wouldn't do something like this willingly. You know there's something more to this."

For a moment, Elliot wavered. Then he slowly lowered his hand. A part of his mind screamed in protest - logic telling him that it couldn't be Tannal. There was no way it could be his best friend. But another part of him already had accepted the truth and already knew it could be no one else. "You - you really are Tannal, aren't you?" he asked hesitantly.

Tannal slowly exhaled. "Yes." He said in obvious relief that Elliot finally believed him.

Elliot closed his eyes tightly. "But then - then that means - " If his familiar really were Tannal, then that meant that someone along the way had purposely transformed Tannal, humiliated him by keeping him female, emotionally tortured him by weaving an arousal spell into him - and it was someone Elliot knew. It had to be. What were the chances of being gifted a familiar who just happened to be his best friend? But that meant -

Elliot pushed the thought from his head. He was still reeling from the realization that his familiar was Tannal, and what that meant. It meant that Elliot had done those terrible things that he had buried in the darkest corners of his mind, never to leave his most private, intimate memories - and done them with his best friend, who now shared more of him than either of them ever wanted to. It meant he had enjoyed himself with his best friend: he had so much pleasure, so many incredible sensations, and they had all been brought on by his best friend. And it meant that Tannal and him were both betrayed - and both were being targeted. Elliot opened his eyes again. "I don't understand. How did this even happen?"

The leopard slowly lowered its body to the ground, looking relieved that Elliot wasn't going to attack again. "You heard the scribe. There are - spells."

"I understand that," Elliot said very carefully. "But what I don't understand is why you've been my familiar for the last few months and until recently, you've never given a single shred of indication that you were anything but the way you appeared."

"El, you have to understand - "

Elliot frowned. He knew that if his familiar really were Tannal then talking about this would be just as hard for Tannal as it was for him - but he wanted answers. He wanted to make sense of things, and so he had to try to understand what Tannal was thinking. "I know it must have been hard for you," he said softly. "Hell, it must have been almost impossible for you to bear. But after so much time and after everything that we've - done - I don't understand why you didn't try to get help sooner."

"Elliot, I did. I swear it. I wanted to, I just - " Tannal shook his head. "I was under a lot of spells, I didn't know how to get around them at first. And by the time I did - things - had already happened - and I was afraid that I would lose you. So I thought I'd try to fix things on my own." When Elliot didn't look convinced, Tannal pressed on. "I started reading you magic books. I tried to work some magic - and I've been practicing! I can do some spells on my own now, without you. I was _trying. _ I was waiting for you to figure out the locator device, and then when you were sleeping, I was going to reconfigure it. But then you gave it to Sari and then more stuff happened in the Wildlands and between us and with - other people - and - it just got out of control."

"It got out of control?" Elliot repeated, still only partially understanding Tannal's ramblings. "That's the best you've got? It got out of control? Yes, Tannal. I think it's safe to presume it got out of control." Elliot was shaking with anger, but he kept his voice steady. It wouldn't do either of them any good for them to get overly emotional, but Elliot couldn't help it. The intense feelings of guilt, of disgust, of complete confusion - they were all caused by Tannal who seemed more than willing to just pretend like what their relationship was was a normal one. And it wasn't. It was terrifyingly wrong. And yet Tannal apparently wasn't bothered enough to try to change it. "You should have done more. And I know that it doesn't excuse my behavior, but damn it, Tannal. You should have tried harder."

"I did try!" Tannal protested. "There were - other circumstances to consider - "

_"Other circumstance? _ I don't give a damn about other circumstances! This is bigger than that! This is something you can't fix or overlook or pretend that it's alright. Our friendship is ruined, Tannal. Beyond repair. I am beyond forgiveness." Elliot took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "There is no going back now. Not for us."

"El," Tannal said softly, his ears splayed on his head. "You're the only thing I have left. Without you, I'm alone. Please, understand that."

"Then tell me why you didn't try harder? Why didn't you try to do something?" He paused, then voiced the only logical question he could think of as to why Tannal was so passive. "Did you - want this to happen?"

"What?" Tannal's head jerked up in alarm. "No! No, absolutely not! How can you say that? You know I would never! I just - " Tannal hesitated, then sighed. He knew Elliot needed more than just a simple explanation, though he wished they could just both move on without having to discuss what they had done. "The truth is," Tannal said softly, "I didn't want you to know. When I was first transformed, my first thought was to run to you for help. But, after some - " the silencing spell twinged in his throat, but Tannal brushed it aside, " - modifications, were made on me, I couldn't. And then, I - I didn't. I wanted to get turned back, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. And I knew that if you ever found out the truth, our friendship would be over. But I don't want to lose that. You're my best friend, El. I hate what happened to me, but I didn't think confessing to you was worth destroying our friendship."

Elliot's gaze bore into Tannal, but he said nothing.

"El, it wasn't your fault! It's not your fault! Please, don't blame yourself - " He paused. "I wish that none of this ever happened, too. But if I had to go through it, I'm glad that I'm with you. I wouldn't make it with anyone else. Please, I know you're mad, but - please don't leave me alone."

"I don't know why you still want to be anywhere near me. After what I've done to you - "

"Enough with that already! I've already forgiven you, I've already moved past it!" Tannal swore. "Elliot, the only reason I've been able to cope with this is because I'm going through it with you, El! I would have given up a long time ago if I were with anyone else! You anchor me, you make me remember who I used to be and what I used to be. With you I still think I can get better."

Elliot shook his head. "I don't want to think. I don't want to feel. I don't want to remember - "

"Elliot," Tannal whispered. "Please - "

But Elliot didn't answer. He paused for the slightest of moments, then he turned away. "Go," he said softly. "I need some time alone."

Tannal shrank back, a flicker of fear rising in him. _Where was he supposed to go? _ He had no friends, no family, no home. "Where?" he whispered.

Elliot understood immediately. "Go back to the apartment," he said softly, still not meeting Tannal's gaze. "I'll be back later tonight. We'll talk then. I just need to sort some things out first, alright?"

Tannal nodded. "Thank you," he whispered.

* * * *

Elliot found himself wandering near the quarter of the Master Sorcerers and considered briefly going to see Kensing. Surely his own master would be able to spare time for his apprentice? But as he entertained the idea, something in Elliot's mind didn't feel right. He remembered what Tannal had said about Kensing - that he shouldn't trust him. Elliot swallowed his loyalty; something was definitely not right, and he'd rather take Tannal's word over the secretive Kensing's. And that Kensing had given him Tannal - Elliot prayed that he was wrong, but at the moment, things didn't look good for Kensing. Hopefully, it was all a misunderstanding and someone else was actually responsible -

So when he found himself near the avenue to Malken's house, Elliot shrugged in defeat and headed to his secondary teacher's dwelling. He knew it might not be the wisest choice, but he didn't know what to do anymore. And he had no one else to talk to. What he needed was _advice. _ And Malken always had some. He would know what to do.

When Elliot knocked on the door, a spell clicked and the door swung open on its own accord. Assuming that was an invitation to enter, Elliot cautiously stepped into the house. The usually brightly lit entrance was dark and the entire house seemed dim, as all the curtains were drawn and few, if any, lights were lit; Elliot looked around the vestibule curiously. Usually, his teacher had his home well-lit and welcoming feeling, but today, it felt just the opposite. Elliot wondered briefly if Malken always kept his home so dreary and only brightened it when guests came, or if it were the other way around.

"Master Apprentice Elliot" a surprised voice said from the ground. Elliot glanced down to see Malken's familiar next to him in the semi-darkness. "Master Malken didn't think he'd be seeing you anytime soon - "

"Sorry to disappoint," Elliot said shortly. "Is he in?"

The lemur surveyed Elliot for a moment- most likely mentally communicating with Malken and informing him what was going on - then nodded and said, "Please, come this way."

"Thank you," Elliot said quietly. Most familiars never spoke to anyone but their owners, but Malken's had always been a bit of the exception and had no problems talking to Elliot. Elliot didn't mind, of course, but he sometimes did find it a bit disquieting. But he said nothing on the subject and obediently followed the hopping lemur down the hallway to what Elliot recalled was Malken's study. The door opened when the lemur approached and, after nodding to Elliot, the familiar disappeared into the room.

Elliot followed. "Master Malken?" he asked softly, pushing the door open more.

He found Malken wearily slumped on an old couch, his head in his hands. When Elliot walked in, he looked up, his eyes rimmed with red and blood-shot, as if he hadn't slept in days. "Elliot," he said in surprise, then looked sharply at the lemur. Evidently, Kiem hadn't bothered to tell Malken who was actually at the door.

"I - " Elliot started to say, then he stopped. What should he say? He had been so focused on trying to figure out who to confide in that he never actually figured out what he would say once he got there. And what could he say? That his familiar was his missing and presumed dead best friend who he had been fucking for the past few months because of an arousal spell that cursed him? That a powerful sorcerer had transformed a male human into a female familiar and then let him loose so Elliot could enjoy himself with her? Every way Elliot could think of to tell Malken what was going on sounded ridiculous to him. So he said nothing. "I need to talk to you," Elliot said, snapping out of his thoughts. He felt the shadow of discomfort settle on him, but he brushed it aside. He needed to talk to Malken about what happened to Tannal more than he needed to maintain his own comfort level. Comfort was a luxury he could not afford now. And probably never could again.

"Of course," Malken said, gesturing for Elliot to come inside. "Please, sit down." Kiem hopped lightly on top of Malken's couch watching Elliot curiously as he lowering himself gingerly into a chair opposite of it. "What's troubling you?"

Elliot watched as Malken's lemur familiar tugged at its master's collar and gesture; Malken's eyes swept around Elliot and he nodded and brushed the lemur away. Elliot swallowed; Malken and Kiem had noticed that Tannal was missing from his side. Well, he told himself bitterly, they'll soon find out why.

"Master Malken, I need to tell you something. And it's - it's not easy for me to say. I'm not really sure myself what's going on." Elliot took a deep breath. "I need your advice about what to do."

Malken walked into the kitchen and returned a moment later with two steaming mugs of tea. "You look dead on your feet, Elliot," he said, handing Elliot a mug. "Now tell me what's troubling you?"

"Thank you." Elliot lifted the steaming liquid to his lips and drank deeply, instantly feeling better as the warm beverage heated him up. "I know that you told me that I should give up my search for Tannal, but I didn't heed your advice. I kept looking. And I think I've run into some trouble." Elliot shook his head. "I've found something out - about my familiar."

"About Telsa?" Malken said in a strained voice. "Whatever's the matter with her?"

"Well, that's the first thing: she's not a girl." Elliot took in a calming breath. "I've been looking for Tannal for a long time now. But the more I looked, the more I started to discover about my familiar. I noticed that she had some strange spells on her, for being a familiar. And when I was in the Wildlands, I heard a rumor about a sorcerer transforming human beings into familiars - "

"You were in the Wildlands?" Malken said sharply, a hint of fear in his voice.

Elliot blushed. "I - I went there to look for Tannal. But I found some things out instead. Master Malken, someone invented a spell strong enough to transform people into familiars. Actual familiars! They said it couldn't be done, but - " he swallowed, "- my familiar is proof that it can be. Telsa came from the Wildlands, from the same outpost where Tannal disappeared from. And I checked her. She has spells on her, spells that shouldn't be there. There's a gender lock spell, a transformation spell, an obedience spell, and - some others."

Malken pushed himself to his feet, a strange look on his face. "Elliot, who have you told about this?" he said softly.

"Master Malken, there's more," Elliot said, shaking. He wasn't sure how to say it, he just knew that he had to say it before he lost his nerve. he had to tell someone and Malken was someone he trusted. "Tannal is my familiar."

Malken stared at Elliot, a strange look in his pale eyes. "I see," he said. He set his mug down and pushed himself to his feet. "Well, Elliot. That is very unfortunate."

"Unfortunate?" Elliot repeated, looking at Malken as if he were mad. "I tell you that my familiar is my best friend who's been captured and forcibly transformed into a female shapeshifter and you think it's 'unfortunate?'"

Malken sighed, looking deeply pained. He looked at Elliot with a sad expression on his face. "No, Elliot," he said softly. "I meant it's unfortunate that you found out. And that you're forcing my hand."

"Forcing your - " But Elliot never got a chance to finish his question before he was hit with a spell that Malken spun out at him.

The last thing he remembered was Malken's pale eyes surveying him as the darkness overtook him.

* * * *

When Elliot regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the couch in his apartment. For a moment, he stared at the ceiling in confusion, unable to remember how he got there or if everything that had just happened was just a dream. Keeping himself still, his eyes slowly traveled around the room, making sure nothing was out of place. The room was empty and nothing seemed to be different. No spells, no familiars, no guards, nothing. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, keeping a wary eye out for anything unusual. How did he get here? Was Tannal even here?

Elliot slowly walked deeper into the apartment; past the vestibule where he had talked to Sari about the loss of his friend, past the workroom where he had told Tannal how he planned on rescuing him with his locator device, past the study where Tannal had kept him company while he researched ways to find him... all were dark and empty. Tannal must have left.

Elliot didn't blame Tannal for leaving. After all, he had raped his friend repeatedly, then abandoned him when he needed him the most. Elliot grit his teeth. He hated to think of himself as a coward, but how could he possibly leave Tannal after all that had happened? He reasoned with himself: it was because he assumed Tannal would want space after the truth came out. But now Tannal couldn't have space. They had to leave. And they had to leave quickly. Elliot just needed to find him first...

A soft sound came from behind his bedroom door. Elliot turned to it in surprise. He assumed that of all the rooms in the house, the bedroom would be the one room that Tannal wouldn't want to be in, considering what happened to him in there. But when Elliot turned to look at the door, he could just make out the faintest flicker of light coming from under the door. He nearly sighed in relief. Tannal was still here! Now, he just needed to convince him to leave, which he knew wouldn't be terribly hard.

Taking a deep breath, Elliot opened the door. "Tannal?" he said, stepping into the room and looking around.

Tannal, who was crouching in the corner in the form of a wolf, looked up, startled, when Elliot opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw Elliot enter. "Elliot!" he gasped. "Get out of here! It's - "

Elliot saw the wolf's eyes widen as soon as he stepped into the room and as soon as he heard Tannal shout, he knew it was too late.

Kensing's spell hit him hard, slamming into his body and causing him to get knocked off his feet and land halfway across the room in a heap.

Groaning, Elliot pushed himself up, trying desperately to get his bearings, but the spell had hit him with too much force; the entire room was spinning around him, his balance was gone, and his vision blurred so that he couldn't focus on anything.

"Relax, Elliot," Kensing voice said from above him. "You're not hurt. You were hit with a disorienting charm. A harmless spell, really, but most useful. It seems like you woke up a bit ahead of schedule. But don't worry. I am accommodating."

Elliot felt Kensing's hands close around his arm and pull him up. His stomach lurched violently as the room around him tumbled, blurring and spinning, as he fought to focus on his surroundings. Luckily, the spell didn't affect his hearing, so he was able to focus on what Kensing was saying, but he could do little else.

"Sit," Kensing said, pushing him firmly down into a chair that Elliot vaguely remembered was in one of the corners of the room. "Be still, or you'll make yourself ill. You should know from your studies that a charm like this only lasts for five minutes or so, so I don't have much time to explain."

"Where's Tannal?" Elliot whispered, wishing that his head would stop spinning. He couldn't even make out his own room, his vision was blurred so badly.

"He's fine," Kensing's voice responded lightly. "I have him on a leash at the moment. If he attempts to make a wrong move, however, I will have no choice but to hurt him. The same, of course, goes for you. You wouldn't want to hurt your friend now, would you?"

Elliot gripped his head with his hands, groaning. "What do you want?"

Kensing laughed softly - and it was a terrible sound. His tone was so different from the smiling teacher Elliot had known before. "What do I want?" he repeated, his voice cold. "Why, to talk to you, of course."

"What?" Elliot forced his eyes open, but all he could make out was a looming blur and a smudge of white in the corner. Kensing and Bruine, he told himself. But they were too blurred for him to properly see what they were doing and his movements were far too uncoordinated for him to attempt to cast a spell.

"It seems," Kensing continued, "that you've been rather busy lately. I've had Malken keep tabs on you since your friend went missing, and I must say, I'm impressed. Few have the loyalty - or the courage - that you do. I've never seen someone try so hard to find another; it rather touching, actually. But unfortunately, you were a tad too dedicated to your search, and I'm afraid you uncovered some things that I would prefer to keep covered. So you've left me in a bit of a nasty situation, Elliot."

Focus! _ Elliot told himself while Kensing's words washed over him. _Focus and throw the spell off!

"You see, when word got out that your friend knew something about the prince's disappearance, I had to stop him. So I transformed him into a familiar and put an obedience spell on him so that he wouldn't reveal the truth. Forcing him to remain female and giving him an arousal spell, I must admit, was just for fun. And it was fun, wasn't it?" Kensing's savage smile swam unevenly in Elliot's eyes. "I know you two enjoyed yourselves."

Kensing seated himself on the edge of Elliot's bed. "I knew you were gifted, Elliot. Why else do you think I selected you to be my apprentice? But I never would have guessed how skilled you actually were. You went behind my back and not only were practicing illegal seeking spells to find your friend, but you attempted to pick apart his transformation spells. You took off Tannal's silencing spell and discovered the other spells I had placed there. You even went to the Wildlands on your own. All to find your beloved friend. Well, Elliot. How does it feel, now that you've finally found him?" Kensing laughed savagely. "I'm sure it's not the reunion you had been picturing."

Elliot's hands gripped the arms of the chair, hard. "What do you want?" he hissed, biting back the wave of nausea that rocked him with every move he made as the room continued to tilt and spin around him.

Kensing smiled. "I'd like to offer you a choice, Elliot. You've seen what I can do, you know what I'm capable of. You can either fight me, or join me, Elliot. Join me and we will become the most powerful sorcerers this kingdom has ever seen!"

"Join you?" Elliot repeated softly. "Join you in what?"

"Ah, Elliot. You always were naive." Kensing slowly approached him, still wearing his smile, but to Elliot it now seemed cold as ice. "You know what I've done to Tannal. No other man on earth has ever created a spell to transform humans in familiars; except for me. And Malken told me that you saw the spell orbs. Put it together, Elliot. I know you're a smart sorcerer - "

"You - you're going to transform people into familiars," Elliot said softly, moving his hand down to his side as he spoke. Even without a familiar at his side, he was still capable of doing powerful magic on his own; the trick was to be able to do it without detection.

"Oh, I'm planning much more than that. It's an entire movement!" Kensing leaned forward. "Elliot, think! Who has more power, the king or a sorcerer? The sorcerer, of course! And yet we must bow down to a lesser man and claim the powerless bafoon as our leader and liege lord? No! It is time, Elliot, that we stand our ground and assert ourselves as the more powerful men. It is time that we take hold of the kingdom and rescue it from the weakness that currently rules it. Don't you understand? It's time for the sorcerers' reign to begin. And we will rule as kings!"

Elliot blinked as his vision began to slowly clear. "And what would happen to the current king, then?" he asked steadily, his eyes flashing as he mentally began to recite a spell, feeling its power begin to grow in his hidden hand.

Kensing laughed. "He's be disposed of, just as I disposed of the prince. That's what the spell orbs are for. Anyone who stands in our way will be dealt with."

"You mean, turned into a familiar?"

"Turned into a familiar to serve us," Kensing said fiercely. "As they should. And you can join me and be a part of it! As my apprentice, I can assure you that you'll be a very high ranking official. You'll have a comfortable life, Elliot. I can offer you things that no one else can."

Elliot took a deep, calming breath as the spell continued to weave, despite his disorientation. "What about Tannal?"

"Do with him what you wish. You can keep him as your toy. Or, since you're so noble-minded, you can restore him to his former self; on the provision, of course, that the obedience spell stays with him. I can't have him spilling all our secrets, can I? So I'm asking you now, Elliot, to join me in helping build the orbs. When this is all done and over with, we will be the kings of this land, the prince will be long gone, as will the king. And you, you can keep Tannal as your pet, or I can teach you how to turn him back and you can have your friend back, and I'll never say a word to anyone about what happened between you two. All you need to do is join me."

Elliot stared. He could see Kensing's face slowly beginning to steady before him, and it terrified him. A man he once knew and respected was suggesting to overthrow the monarchy, enslave innocent people, and keep his best friend as a sexual pet; and actual thought that he'd go along with it. It terrified him that anyone actually considered that he would say yes to such a horrifying arrangement. Had he really sunk so low that Kensing thought he'd agree to it?

Elliot cleared his throat. Kensing's disorientation spell was fading fast; in another minute or so he'd be focused enough to launch an attack and try to escape. "And if I refuse?"

"Then I have a treat in mind for you and dear Tannal. There is a spell that I've used before that has a delightful effect on familiars. You know that little arousal spell that I implanted into Tannal that's given you two so much pleasure? I can easily make it much, much stronger if you refuse to help me. In which case, the spell will become most severe." Kensing's smile widened. "The spell is one that I created myself and if I do say so myself, its results are quite entertaining. You see, the spell will effectively put poor Tannal into a continual state of potential sympathetic arousal."

"Sympathetic arousal?"

"Oh, yes. It would simply follow the laws of sympathy. Your binding would become even stronger so that you two not only have a mental connection, but an entirely physical one as well. You will feel each other's pain and feel each other's pleasure. Essentially, I would increase your binding so that every time you are aroused, Tannal will become aroused as well. And every time Tannal is aroused, he will be in need of you to sate it. And he will become aroused very, very easily. If you think your romps occur too often as it is now, just wait until you see this spell in action." Kensing smiled wickedly. "And that's not even the best part. I whipped up my own special spell that would require you and Tannal to copulate, resulting in your eventual climax, in order for him to live. Familiars don't require food to live in the same way we humans do, they require other things, and in Tannal's case, he requires you and your release. If you withhold yourself from him, he will weaken, he will go into heat, and his need will become unbearable. And slowly, oh so slowly, he will weaken, he will fade, and then he will disappear entirely."

Elliot had stopped reciting his spell now. Instead, he stared at Kensing with wide eyes, in complete disbelief. "You can't do that!" he whispered. "It's impossible! Familiars need - "

"Yes, yes," Kensing waved his hand through the air impatiently. "I'm aware of what normal familiars need, but Tannal is quite unique. The spell I used on him transformed him into something more than just a normal familiar. And it makes him need you."

Elliot looked sick to his stomach. "You - you did what?" he whispered, looking horrified. "How could you - why would you-" Words were beyond him. All he knew was that he stood before a man he once considered to be a friend and mentor, now filled with wrathfulness and treachery.

Kensing only laughed. "Oh, Elliot. It really is a shame. You did always believe the best in people. I don't. I believe in controlling people." He smiled the cast the spell.

* * * *

There was no point in trying to get away from Kensing or fighting: Kensing had activated the sympathetic arousal curse almost immediately, causing Tannal to shriek in pain as the spell was driven into him. Elliot was forced to watch helplessly from his binds in the chair as Tannal writhed on the floor while their connection grew even stronger - to the point that Elliot himself could feel pinpricks of pain as well. Then, still smiling, Kensing cast another spell on Elliot. Tannal didn't know what the spell was, but Elliot suddenly stopped struggling and merely sat limply in his chair, his eyes clouded. A moment later, Malken and Kiem had appeared and Kensing announced that they were going to go on a little trip to try to convince Elliot one final time to make the "right choice."

They were taken to an old stable house. They must have been a strange sight: first went Kensing and Elliot, walking stoically, followed by Malken with Kiem perched on his shoulder, followed by Tannal and Bruine. Kensing and Bruine kept close to Elliot and Tannal and made sure that no one tried to escape.

"I'm sorry we weren't able to meet under more pleasurable circumstances, little one," Bruine murmured in Tannal's ear as they walked. "I would have enjoyed ravishing you a final time before Kensing has his fun. Pity."

Tannal gave a low growl in his throat. The dragon was a little bigger than him in his wolf form, and at the moment it was all he could do but stop himself from pouncing on the dragon and tearing him to pieces.

The white dragon flashed him a sort of toothy grin. "I know what Kensing's planning. Inside the stable, he's summoned a host of animals, all under his control. They're lust beasts - driven by the need to breed. You see, my master likes to play with his pets, as you know." His amethyst eyes glanced at where Kensing, Malken, and Elliot were marching in front of them, then went back to Tannal. "He's planning on tying your little friend to the mounting block and leaving him there for a bit. All the animals will just love that." He paused. "The thing is, I doubt Elliot will. I doubt Elliot will even be able to survive such a thing. Some of those animals are quite large - even larger than me. I know one of them is a horse. Do you really think your little friend will be able to handle that abuse? No. They will rip him open until he bleeds. And Malken will heal Elliot again. And Kensing will make Elliot go through it all over again."

"Is there a point to your little story?" Tannal hissed, annoyed and fearful.

"My point is, Elliot has never been raped before, never been violated before. They will break Elliot, and not just mentally, but physically. But you, on the other hand. You've survived your debasement, have you not? And you are a shapeshifter. You can take anything size cock in your cunt and survive, can't you?"

Tannal glanced at Bruine. "What exactly are you saying?"

The dragon blew a haze of smoke in the air. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Just - an observation. That's all."

When they arrived, Malken threw open the stable doors and Kensing led Elliot inside. Tannal glimpsed a darkened room was a mounting rack in the middle of the floor before Kensing began to speak.

"I decided that in honor of your last night together, I'd try a different spell. I've given Tannal transformation spells, gender spells, and, of course, arousal spells. But I think it's time I give him a break, don't you think, Elliot?"

Elliot's face gave none of his emotions away.

Kensing turned to Tannal, who was still bound by Bruine. "Fear not, little shapeshifter. Tonight, you'll get some reprise. Tonight, Elliot will get all the fun." Kensing strode back to Elliot, who was watching him warily. Kensing said a spell in a bored drawl and a moment later, Elliot's clothes shredded and fell in tatters to the ground. Elliot stood stoically, not even bothering to cover his nakedness. Kensing pushed Elliot roughly onto the mounting rack and immediately the ropes and chains on it came to life and snaked around Elliot's arms and legs. "I wish I could stay and watch, but unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to. But, unlike Tannal, you have magic. So, before we get started, it'll be for the best if I make sure that you can't move. You'll enjoy it more that way. And, you won't be able to do magic to free yourself."

"And now," breathed Kensing stepping back to admire his work, "for the real fun."

Smiling, Kensing gestured and lifted his hands up and Bruine's wings unfurled, the dragon's amethyst eyes glowing. Immediately Tannal could feel magic crackling in the air, pulsing and humming as it grew in intensity. Then, Tannal saw what Kensing had in mind. From the barn's floor, a strange smoke-like substance rose up from the dirt, wafting and coiling as it streamed up into the air. Each spout of the smokey substance swirled into a pillar, then with another gesture from Kensing began to warp and change, their shapes blurring and writhing. As Tannal watched in horror, the smoke began to condense into solid object - but not just any objects: animals.

Smaller columns of smoke formed into smaller animals: dogs of all shapes and sizes and breeds; cats of every imaginable appearance; goats with shaggy black coats; rams with curled horns; and boars with their large tusks. Larger animals formed as well: an excited donkey, a snorting bull, a deer with massive antlers, a bear swaying on its hind legs, and even a draft horse. All of them appeared from the strange smoke. All of them were black as the magical substance that made them and all of them had glowing red eyes that were fixed on Elliot. And the worse part that every single one of the animals was male - and all were aroused.

* * * *

Elliot didn't remember leaving his apartment. And he vaguely remembered walking with Kensing to a stable. But he jolted to his senses when he felt a crackle of strong magic sweep around him - and found himself tied, naked, to some sort of rack surrounded by beasts with raging red eyes.

"Look," said Kensing, turning Elliot's head for him. "Look at what awaits you. Every one of these animals has been implanted with their own arousal spell - and every one of them desires to breed you. You claim you'll never join me? I have ways of persuading you, Elliot. When this is over, you'll be begging to join me. And you will. Just pray that I accept your offer when you finally get some sense. Malken!" he barked suddenly, turning to him. "Prepare Elliot for his - initiation. Some of these animals are quite large and I'm sure he'll appreciate the assistance. You have experience in taking large penises, do you not?"

Malken's face drained of all color and he looked away quickly. "Yes, Master Kensing," he murmured. Malken gestured and murmured a spell and Elliot felt some sort of magic touching his anus, worming inside of his rectum. Then he realized with a cold shock, that Malken had just lubed him up for penetration.

Kensing smiled. "Malken will see to it that all of the animals are - serviced - before he takes you home. I truly hope that tonight will be enough to change your mind, Elliot. Otherwise, you have many, many more nights like this to look forward to. Malken, keep an eye on him until the spell sets in completely. Tannal," he waved at Tannal who was still tied in the corner, "enjoy the show. You are Elliot will be even now. And if you're lucky, maybe Malken will plow you too if you get aroused enough." Kensing tipped his head back and laughed as he left the room, shutting the doors behind him with a snap.

Elliot stared at Malken, his eyes wide in hatred. "Why are you doing this? I thought you were my friend."

Malken absently brushed a piece of lint from the sleeve of his robe, determinedly not meeting Elliot's eyes. "It was better for you to think him dead," he said quietly. "Better than knowing the truth. And I would have told you in a few years. But only after your bond with Tannal was solidified. Though, given your nighttime activities with him, your bond probably won't get much stronger than it already is."

"I - what?" Elliot's eyes widened. "You KNEW?" Elliot breathed in complete horror. "You knew what Tannal and I were doing?"

Malken looked startled. "Of course I did. I helped write the arousal spell that Kensing used on him."

Elliot stared at Malken, the cold shock of betrayal sluicing through his body. He stared at the man he had been trained by in his younger days in the Lower Academy, who knew Tannal, who knew what he had been going through with the loss of his friend, and yet, he did nothing. The more he looked at Malken, the more Elliot desperately wanted to react: to scream, to look away, to throw every spell he could think of at the man who had betrayed him.

Malken was silent for a while. "Elliot," he said softly. "Life isn't a fairy tale. It can't always be fixed. It doesn't always end happily. You need to let it go, and move on."

"How could you?" Elliot whispered, hatred etching his features. "How could you lie to me and then let me - do those terrible things? How could you?"

Malken looked like he very much wanted to protest that last claim, but swallowed and calmly nodded. "Elliot, there's not much I can say. And none of what I say is going to sooth what you are going through, but I will do my best." He methodically began to check Elliot's restraints. "Your friend Tannal was captured in the Wildlands and taken to a nearby outpost to be sold. Kensing was there to pick up the latest load of transformed humans to sell - " Malken shook his head. "If Tannal hadn't seen his face, or if Kensing hadn't had a new version of the spell we were making on him, then maybe this wouldn't have happened and Tannal would have been freed without incident. But, Tannal saw and recognized him, and Kensing was curious about the new spell."

"Why the gender reversal spell?" Elliot said softly. "Why implement the arousal spell?"

"Keeping Tannal female was Kensing's way to deflect suspicion about Tannal's true identity. You have to admit, your familiar did know a lot about you and understood you well. You probably assumed that was natural with familiars; but just in case you started to get too suspicious, keeping Tannal female would probably cloud the truth from you, which it did. As for the arousal spell, all I can say is that even when we were younger, Kensing had a certain aptitude from sexually-based spells. It was also a means to control you and Tannal; Kensing knew that Tannal wouldn't work as actively to reveal himself if you two had been intimate. And it also served as a means to keep you in line as well; all Kensing would have to do is threaten you with exposure and you'd remain obedient to him."

Elliot's hands tried to clench into fists at the thought, but the spell was already doing its work and it was already difficult to move. _What would he do? _ If Kensing told the Academy what had happened between him and Tannal - Elliot didn't want to think about the consequences. But would he simply allow Kensing to push him around that way as well? "Malken," he whispered, struggling to move his mouth to speak. "You can still fix this. Release me and Tannal - you don't have to follow Kensing. You don't have to do this. Please - "

"I'm sorry," Malken murmured, slowly retreating. "I wish this didn't have to happen to you - but I can't disobey Kensing's orders." He paused. "The paralysis spell is locked now. You'll be unable to move for a bit. When you regain mobility, just start reciting healing spells. It will make it easier." He gave one last look at Elliot, then he turned and left the barn, Kiem perched on his shoulder.

As soon as Malken was gone, Tannal ran to Elliot. The spell-cast animals were lingering in the shadows of the barn, snorting and stomping their feet, their red eyes glowing as they stared at Elliot hungrily. Tannal ignored them and vaulted on top of Elliot's motionless body as a monkey. He tugged feebly at the restraints before he realized that they were locked with a spell.

"Elliot!" Tannal's eyes were wide as he surveyed his unmoving friend. "Come on, you need to get up! Please, Elliot! Get up!"

But Elliot didn't move. He couldn't move. And Tannal didn't know what spell might break Elliot's paralysis or even break the locks. "Elliot!" Tannal whispered fearfully as the spell-cast beasts started to slowly approach.

* * * *

Elliot tried to struggle, he tried to move something, but it was no use: Kensing had hit him with an immobilizing spell. Though such spells wore off relatively quickly, they accomplished what they were designed to do: freeze the victim so that they could be stopped and apprehended. And that's exactly what Kensing did.

He could see movement out of the corner of his eye: he knew Tannal was desperately trying to break the restraints, but to no avail. And the animals were now surrounding them, all of them panting, nickering, neighing, snorting, braying - they were all aroused and were ready to fuck him.

He heard the sound of a wildcat roaring and then Tannal jumped up onto his back, balancing on his bare flesh as a cat. "Elliot," Tannal breathed softly, "they're not real animals. I can't hurt them or fight them. I can't stop them."

Elliot struggled against the spell, desperately trying to throw it off, to move - anything! But he was completely immobile.

Tannal shifted again, now back to his original she-wolf form. "I'm not going to let them hurt you," he murmured softly. "I promise you that."

Elliot could feel Tannal moving - he could feel the smooth fur of the wolf as it slid over his naked body. Tannal was adjusting himself over him, shielding his body with his own - but for how long would that last? How long would that hold off the lust-driven animals that Kensing had conjured for him?

But then he heard one of the animals - it sounded like the ram - bleat and Tannal answered with a meek and apprehensive whine. The rack he was tied to trembled and slowly lowered itself down, closer to the ground. And suddenly all Elliot heard was the harsh clatter of hooves stomping on the platform. Tannal grunted and Elliot felt an additional weight on him - then he realized what Tannal was doing.

_No!! _ His mind screamed. _No, Tannal! You don't have to do this! _ And some part of him thought that Tannal might have heard him through their slowly-developing mental connection. But even if Tannal heard him, he didn't heed Elliot. Tannal was putting himself in Elliot's place - literally. And was going to be raped in order to spare Elliot.

The sounds of sex filled his ears: the scratching of Tannal's claws as the wolf tried to escape or, perhaps realizing the futility of it, braced herself against the weight of her mate and the onslaught of the beast's thrusts. He could hear Tannal panting, soft grunts emitting from him as the ram serviced him roughly. But above the sound of Tannal's grunts and labored breathing was the sound of the male who was copulating with Tannal. The ram bleated and snorted, stomping his hooves as he lunged into Tannal. And all the while, Tannal didn't complain once.

The ram finished quickly, which Elliot supposed was a blessing. While the barn yard animals Kensing had rounded up made a formidable bunch of potential mates, their staying power - at the very least - didn't warrant any of them bragging rights. It gave a final loud bleat of pleasure while Tannal shuddered in disgust, then it dismounted, yanking its shriveling penis from Tannal's channel.

Tannal didn't have much of a break. As soon as the ram stepped away, the rack magically adjusted itself another leapt on his back and began to energetically hump into his friend. The goat, most likely from the sound of it.

Elliot strained again, trying to move something - anything. _ He couldn't even see what was going on; his eyes were fixed staring up at the ceiling, but he could see movement in his peripheries. _Come on, he thought to himself, _this spell has got to wear off soon - _

Elliot could feel something sticky dripping onto his thighs - then he realized in horror that it was the precum fluids from the beast and fluids from Tannal. He tried to stay calm and send reassurance to Tannal through their link, but he doubted it was doing much good. All he could feel in his mind was terror and determination in Tannal's mind with hints of resignation. Tannal didn't want to do this, but he felt like he had to. _Typical Tannal, always protecting everyone but himself. _ Elliot could feel Tannal's fur rubbing against him as the goat humped even harder.

The goat finished with a heady bleat and moved off Tannal and was immediately replaced by the pig. Elliot tried to not listen to the squeals of pleasure the boar made or - worse - the sounds that Tannal was making. Tannal had always been a little vocal in bed with him; sometimes animal noises, sometimes human moans. It depended on the mood or the intensity of the fucking. But now Tannal's sounds were soft grunts of pain, gasps of surprise, and whines of dread.

The paralyzing spell was beginning to wear off now; he could move his eyes and could, if he tried hard, twitch his fingers. Please hurry, Elliot thought to himself. He needed this spell to wear off faster.

The boar squealed and thrust violently into Tannal, forcing his body further up on Elliot's. Elliot focused on moving his eyes. Yes, they could move again, but only with a limited range of motion. He twitched his fingers again; now he was almost able to close his fingers into a fist. Almost.

But Elliot had a bigger problem to deal with: Tannal's furry body was being thrust back and forth over his crotch with each of the boar's humps. And at first he didn't notice; but the longer Tannal was ground against him, the more his mind began to remember all the fuckings he and Tannal had had as Tannal in his wolf form. And the wonderful feeling of his silken fur rubbing against him - the way it felt to be sheathed deep within the canine - Tannal whined loudly, suddenly interrupting Elliot's thoughts.

_No! _ Elliot couldn't let something this terrible actually arouse him. What kind of a person was he that he got aroused by this? Or was he being aroused by Tannal? But he couldn't help himself. Tannal's fur rubbing against his penis was provoking a reaction - one that he didn't want, but one that he couldn't help, either. Elliot now could move his eyes and hands freely, but his arms were still heavy and difficult to move. Once he was able to move his wrists and just a little of his arms, he could blast the creatures with a spell - but until then, he was stuck, just as Tannal was -

Thankfully, the boar squealed a final time, then ripped its curly penis from Tannal's insides and backed away, snorting in satisfaction. Elliot watched Tannal visibly relax, obviously relieved to have a bit of a respite. For a moment, Tannal settled on top of him, panting as he tried to catch his breath and Elliot prayed that Tannal didn't notice his semi-hard cock, but the wolf seemed a bit preoccupied.

A moment later, the rack shuddered and rose up this time; and the sound of hooves clattered near them again as Tannal's head jerked up in alarm. Elliot glanced over and immediately realized why Tannal looked frightened. The donkey had come forward. It was staring at Elliot hungrily, its red eyes practically rolling in his head.

This time Tannal did recoil in protest. For a moment, it looked like Tannal might actually bolt and leave Elliot to his fate, but, whining in submission, Tannal repositioned himself over Elliot once again, his ears splayed and his eyes filled with horror and dread.

Braying loudly, the donkey mounted.

Tannal grunted as the large animal's weight fell onto him. Elliot could feel the donkey stabbing its massive penis at Tannal, seeking its entrance. And when the donkey found his mark, Elliot could hear Tannal scream.

The donkey brayed loudly in triumph at it thrust itself into Tannal's warm tunnel. Snorting, its hooves scrabbled on the hard floor, clacking on the ground as it struggled to secure itself in place. When it had settled its massive weight onto Tannal and Elliot it paused only for a moment before it lunged forward again, sliding its massive cock all the way into Tannal. Elliot could hear Tannal whimpering in agony and he could feel Tannal's body squirming in pain as the donkey hilted.

The donkey immediately began to thrust, pulling its massive penis from Tannal then forcing it back in. Each powerful thrust of the equine forced Tannal forward onto Elliot and each pull yanked him back again. But the sounds Tannal made were beginning to sound different - they were slowly changing from the whimpering cries of pain to soft grunts of pleasure and low whines of - desire?

As the pounding continued, Tannal whined, almost - Elliot hesitated to think - needily. He could feel the wolf's hips beginning to move, desperately pushing against the beast. Elliot glanced down; he could see the massive penis pushing its head into Tannal's overly-stretched folds before being torn out once again. He couldn't believe it. Tannal was actually aroused by what was happening!

Elliot lifted his gaze and caught a glimpse of Tannal's face; the wolf had her eyes tightly closed as she whimpered with each thrust. He watched as Tannal's mouth opened and his tongue fell out, drooping lazily from the wolf's jaw as she panted in ecstasy.

Elliot close his eyes. He didn't want to see any more than he had to, for his and Tannal's sake. Instead, he took a deep breath and began to devote himself to picking apart the spell that was binding him to the platform. Once he could move again, he might be able to stop the onslaught of Tannal's rape. Or, at least, he hoped he could.

* * * *

As soon as Tannal realized Elliot was paralyzed and unable to escape, he knew what he had to do. Doing it, on the other hand, was not so easy.

He felt the ram mount him and grunted loudly at the ram's entrance. Luckily, his penis wasn't particularly large and the male's thrusts didn't hurt. Kensing didn't design for this to hurt - well, maybe with the draft horse, he thought apprehensively - but what Kensing was really aiming for was humiliation. He wanted either Elliot to be raped and either injured or ashamed or for Tannal to take his place and make Tannal feel shame and Elliot feel guilt. Either way he was trying to drive them apart and either way, Tannal refused to let Kensing's latest sadistic plan work on him. He held himself still, trying to brace himself off of Elliot as the ram continued its rough thrusting. With a loud bleat, it came inside of Tannal, who winced, feeling his womb fill with ram seed.

He was breathing heavily now. This wasn't easy. He felt the next animal vault on top of his back and thrust against him, trying to find his channel. Stupid goat, he thought, trying to glare at the animal while still retaining his footing. He hated that he was being mated by actual animals. Before it was with males, yes, but never feral ones. He had mated with Elliot and while they were different species, their minds were the same one. And Surem, though a fox familiar, was practically human in the way that his mind worked, and Bruine was more sentient than some of the humans he knew. And while Elliot did mate him once as an animal, it was still Elliot deep inside, even though he had no control. But this - this was actual bestiality. This was the last bit of his humanity that he was losing. The last taboo thing he hadn't done yet. And now he had.

He accidentally cried out when the boar mounted him. The pig's penis was small, but it was so different than the others and its weight was so immense that he was taken by surprise. As he desperately tried to hold himself up off of Elliot, he could feel the strangely shaped organ writhing around inside of him - and it didn't feel bad. Like Bruine's penis, it was simply different, but in a good way. Tannal grunted, listening to the pig's squeals of pleasure and couldn't help but notice that the pig's violent thrusts were forcing him to slide back and forth across Elliot's naked torso. At first he didn't really notice, but as he continued to get ravished, he felt something shift in Elliot's mind.

At first, Elliot was horrified at what was happening to Tannal. That much, Tannal could sense. Then Elliot was calmly trying to break the paralyzing spell on him, sending Tannal reassuring and comforting vibes through their link as Tannal was fucked. But, as Elliot began to slowly begin to move again, the feelings he sent Tannal were different - almost - not as disgusted as before. Tannal whined loudly as the boar grunted in his ear; it was close. Tannal closed his eyes as the penis twisted within him again, making his insides light up with pleasure. He wasn't - aroused - by this, was he? But then he realized what he was beginning to feel from Elliot. It was arousal. Elliot getting aroused by Tannal! Or, was Tannal getting aroused by Elliot? Kensing's sympathetic arousal spell made it impossible to tell. But it didn't matter. It was arousal, regardless of who it came from.

Tannal felt the rack rise again and couldn't help himself from crying out when he realized the next animal was a donkey. He had taken sizable cocks before, certainly. But this - taking a massive equine cock in the body of a not so large wolf? He wasn't sure he could take it. There was no way he could! But the donkey didn't seem to care. For a moment, Tannal almost bolted. He desperately wanted to. But then he realized that if he left, Elliot would be the one getting mounted. And Elliot was unreadied - an anal virgin - and would never be able to handle the donkey's size. It could literally kill him; severely injure him at best. Tannal sighed inwardly and steeled himself. The donkey brayed loudly and leapt up onto his back.

Tannal screamed when the donkey thrust forward into him. The pain of having the donkey inside him was beyond belief: his very insides felt as if they were about to burst. He vaguely remembered hearing the donkey braying in triumph, but he could scarcely focus on anything around him because the pain was too great. The donkey's massive length was stuffed snugly in Tannal's straining tunnel, stretching every inch of him out farther than his body was able to handle. But Tannal, shuddering in pain, held still, waiting for the pain to hopefully ebb away and hoping that his body would mend itself.

Then, the donkey began to move. Tannal whimpered in pain as the donkey's enormous cock dragged through his insides before forcing its way back in again with steady power. Each powerful thrust of the equine forced Tannal forward onto Elliot and each pull yanked him back again until Tannal could barely even think straight. His mind was awash in pain - pain that he had never felt before, pain he never knew could exist. Tannal could hear the donkey's hooves clattering on the ground as it adjusted its position, snorting in pleasure as it buried its fuck tool inside its jenny. But then, the pain began to fade and was suddenly replaced by something else entirely.

Tannal whined softly. What was this? Was this actually - desire? Did he actually want this? Was he actually enjoying it? Tannal was already confused as it was because of Elliot's arousal and his own - but this was different. This was wrong. And yet it felt so wonderful.

Tannal began to pant, unable to properly catch his breath. With each thrust he felt pain, but around the white-hot agony that still drove into him was the flicker of pleasure that kept him wanting more. He was aroused and he knew it. He could feel Elliot's hard cock against his stomach and once or twice ground down onto it, making Elliot shudder as he continued to try to throw the spell off. And suddenly, Tannal realized that there was no point in denying it anymore. He was being thoroughly fucked and there was nothing he could do. Saving him was up to Elliot, so until then - he might as well enjoy it. It was better than struggling in pain. Tannal closed his eyes and whined in pleasure, trying to ignore the feeling of shame and horror within him as he did so.

Finally, Tannal felt the donkey about to climax. Its red eyes were rolling in its head, its nostrils flared, and it threw up its head and brayed loudly, so that it echoed through the stable. Tannal's tunnel began to rhythmically throb in response to the animal's impending release. He could feel the cock swelling up, larger and larger; the head swelling so severely that it felt like a fist was being ripped through him. He squirmed, whining as he felt the donkey's precum attempt to lubricate his passage before the inevitable gush of cum, but he wasn't quite there yet. He needed - something more. He needed that last bit to push him over the edge.

Tannal panted, thrusting his body in tandem with the donkey's heaving thrusts, trying to get that last bit of the monster penis sheathed inside of him. He could feel that his insides were sopping wet - from himself and from the donkey - he could feel his walls quivering. And the donkey was so close to climaxing. All he needed was a little more -

Without thinking, Tannal lowered himself completely onto Elliot. He heard a sharp gasp from Elliot - who was no doubt trying to throw off the spell and not focusing on what Tannal was doing - but Tannal didn't care. He knew now that Elliot would know all to well what was happening with Tannal, but it didn't matter. As long as he achieved his goal. Tannal ground down on Elliot's straining penis. He knew Elliot was still aroused; not only could he feel Elliot's cock poking at his stomach, but he could feel it, thanks to the stronger binding they now had. And he figured that Elliot was the last bit of a push that he needed.

So with the donkey thrusting its massive equine cock into his soaked pussy, Tannal began to hump Elliot's penis. He ground his furry body onto the hard, vulnerable length, listening to Elliot cry out in surprise and pleasure. He could feel Elliot's mind reeling with shock that Tannal was consciously dry humping him, but Tannal could also feel that shock fading and being replaced with a mind-numbing desire that came with the pleasure. He heard Elliot moan loudly over his own grunting and knew that Elliot would be close, too. Tannal collapsed entirely onto Elliot, his lolling tongue slathering his friend's neck as he desperately panted for breath, his body being moved back and forth over Elliot's cock without him actually having to move. The donkey brayed again and Tannal felt its flare swell inside him - and wondered for a moment if Elliot, too, could feel the flare expanding inside of his friend. Then he felt the donkey climax, shooting deep within Tannal.

Tannal whined desperately. Come on, Elliot! he thought without thinking. _Cum! _ And with a final thrust from the climaxing donkey, Tannal's furry body rubbed Elliot's needy cock and that was all Elliot needed. Elliot cried out, his back arching slightly, and he came. Tannal threw his head back and howled, feeling the blessed wave of release sweep through his body as his walls finally constricted onto the throbbing donkeyhood inside him. The donkey snorted as its shaft throbbed in time with its gushes of cum while Elliot shuddered, his penis twitching into Tannal's fur and Tannal gasped, feeling the donkey's climax inside him and Elliot's climax onto him and through their connection all while experiencing his own.

Tannal collapsed onto Elliot in exhaustion. Fluids poured from his abused entrance onto Elliot as the donkey's massive load of cum mixed with his own splattered out from his hole while Elliot's penis continued unloading into Tannal's belly fur, soaking it with his creamy load. For a moment, the three of them were still, all catching their breathes. Then the donkey, now satisfied, brayed a final time and pushed itself off Tannal. When the donkey ripped its cock from Tannal's insides, he shuddered, completely spent, his abused channel oozing cum. Weakly, he looked up at Elliot and saw that Elliot was indeed moving on his own now, though his movements were still slight.

"El?" he whispered, ignoring Elliot's softening cock and drying cum against his stomach. Whatever arousal he had vanished with the pain of the donkey's dismount. He wanted it to be over. He didn't think he could handle much more. "The spell?"

Elliot's eyes met his and Tannal knew immediately that the spell was still upon him. He could see Elliot moving his fingers, desperately coaxing his hands to work. But, it was too little too late. Tannal felt the rack rising again and knew that he shouldn't have distracted Elliot from undoing the spell just so that he could get his own release. Now, he would pay for that.

The draft horse - by far the largest of the bunch - had already stepped forward snorting, his terrible red eyes rolling in his head. The brute was ready to mount his mare.

Tannal made a soft sound in the back of his throat in fear. Just glancing down he could see the horse's mighty length, swollen with blood, bobbing heavily against the stallion's stomach. He wanted to shift to something larger, but he was terrified that something larger might crush Elliot, so he stayed put in the donkey form. His earlier conclusion that he ought to enjoy the fucking vanished when he saw the stallion's cock. No, there were boundaries and this definitely crossed one.

Tannal trembled in fear at the weight of the stallion upon his back, so heavy that Tannal's weakened legs gave out from under him, forcing him down upon Elliot's paralyzed body. He could feel Elliot beginning to move, struggling desperately to regain control of his limbs so that he could throw the spell off, but the spell wasn't wearing off fast enough. Elliot still was unable to move, but the draft horse was.

No! _ Tannal thought, _not again! But what choice did he have? He closed his eyes as he was mounted yet again and willed himself to let the blackness overtake him.