Binding Contract by Crystala

Binding Contract

Crystala, Bestiality, Breeding, Couple, Doggystyle, Emotional, Explicit, F/F, Gender Shifting, Heat, Horror, Lesbian, M/F, Mind loss, Pain, Pregnancy, Quadruped, Semi NC, Transformation, Violence, hellhound, merging

#1 of Everything Comes with a Price (Erotic)

So, basically I've been writing a book for about half a year now, and finished the first draft 140k words or so deep, and was feeling blocked and burned out. It was my birthday, and Soty noticed it and tried to cheer me up drawing something for me as a gift. I'm quite shy about my erotic interests, and pornography tends to make me uncomfortable, but I was highly appreciative of the gift and didn't want to feel weird about it. So I decided to try to overcome my block, by writing something I usually have great difficulty doing. I wrote porn.

Now, mind you, this is not typical porn, and is absolutely offensive to people who are bothered by graphic violence, bestiality or destruction of personality. It has pornographic material in it, but often focuses on other aspects than simply the erotic. It is a horror story, through and through and if that bothers you then I suggest passing on reading it.

For those of you who do actually read it I welcome feedback.

I fixed the formatting, as it got messed up in conversion from Google Docs.

"Are you sure this will work?" Her words spoken to the floor rather than a more polite and direct path. Her gaze fell upon the striking black leather cover, cracked and wrinkled with age that spoke volumes of its contents despite the lack of other markings. She hefted it, muscles straining against the weight. The dense volume felt like it carried the ages the pages had witnessed. It slipped from her grip as pockmarked hands with visible blue veins effortlessly removed it.

Her eyes lifted, meeting the gray orbs showing warmth and understanding among more wrinkles than the tome in her hands. "I am quite sure child, in fact I will guarantee she be with child before the night's end. I will deliver you two, one male, one female to make up for your recent loss." The corners of her lips curling up as she spoke, even as the girl's hand slipped to her belly. "I swear on my grave, and will return your money should it fail. I know you did your research before coming to a humble old shopkeeper for something so important to you." The elder shifted the book, turning toward the shelf behind and the empty spot, "But of course Molly, if you are unsure, then I shall not trouble you with such matters."

Molly lay motionless in thought, dancing her options around. Six hundred dollars was a hefty chunk of money but far less than what had already cost them so much. "I'm not sure. We really can't afford to try again the traditional way, nor do I think she'd be willing to after what we went through." She dove into her handbag on a wallet hunting spree, eschewing various annoyances that she really should have cleaned out by now. "You are absolutely certain, Miss Alanna? There won't be any risk?"

"Child, I absolutely did not say there wouldn't be risk. I did ask if you two were in love, and had no issues to deal with for a reason." Her gaze was unwavering and difficult to parse, as if searching Molly for something specific. "But as you said, your marriage is strong and there should be very few risks, though I would certainly expect complications. Are you certain you'd not like to try again using yourself as the subject, my dear?"

Molly was immediately put on the defensive when the final question struck, having paused in her hunt. Her spine twisted as a shiver ran up it and her neck hairs stood on end, memories and emotions from earlier that year returning like the tide. "No, no... We're fine!" she snapped, more emphasis than she intended, swiftly shifting to answer more clearly. "And she will carry."

Bone ground against bone as the elder woman's back popped, her voice rising up from behind the countertop, "Good, then we'll make an agreement. Don't forget that I only accept cash, child." The reprieve from the old lady's challenge allowed Molly to find her wallet, and she carefully opened it, frowning at the inconvenience of the lack of a credit card machine. She never carried cash, sort of dumbfounded by the thick substantialness and power she felt in the layer of twenties.

A loud slam and sudden movement, reflex sending her falling onto her rear as panic overrode sense and ejecting her handbag's contents like tiny missiles. Molly blushed bright, almost matching the shade of pink paper wrapping of a tampon resting between two antique books. If Allana noticed the fall, she did not show it as her eyes were glued to a massive page on a book bigger than Molly had ever seen in her life.

Hardly giving her time to respond, the elder woman spoke with authority. "Alright Molly, you'll sign here. This contracts binds us into agreement on our word." Turning the monstrous tablet of paper around with a fair bit of effort, she finally noticed Molly was not immediately in front of her. Standing on her tiptoes she tried to reach a shelf to retrieve the embarrassing sundry, but it remained evasive. "I'll help you collect your things after, but this is important dear so I'd like you to pay attention." The blush on Molly's face turned a deeper shade of crimson as her focus shifted.

A few small steps and she could make out the large ornate lettering, obviously done painstakingly by hand. As she neared, her brain started to reject what it saw, the shapes ordered in ways that just fractured her ability to comprehend them. She followed Alanna's warped and bony finger down to a line where she saw multiple scribbled names, one after the other, the ink deep red. "Don't be concerned with what it reads my dear, this is merely an oath that we will both keep to our word, and bind us both on it. It's my standard agreement and guarantee." She pushed forward a vial of red ink with a feathered quill inside. "And if you don't sign, you can't have the book."

Molly felt the pit of her stomach swell with acid, the whole prospect fraying at her nerves. The whole situation felt wrong, but then the pain in her womb overtook that of her stomach, and memories of the melancholy look on Amy's face while playing with her niece made the decision simple. She snatched the quill, will hardening and signed the contract in a swift motion. The pen flashed molten in her hands, causing her to squeal as it burned into her palm and her hand dropped it reflexively. The quill burst into cold fire, and disappeared as she gaped.

Allana grinned, "It's good doing business my dear, and I wish you happiness and success in your journey." She blew on the page, scattering the quill's remains into the air. Molly sat still, blinking at the strange power, nervous as to what it meant. The elder placing the black book in her hands. "Instructions are inside, and you'll find the rare ingredients in a package on the shelf by the door."

Molly nervously took it, and abandoned a few of her purses items in the haste to exit. The raw demonstration of power both terrifying and exhilarating. Excitement and nervousness crashed through her like the sea at storm. Her thoughts drifted and then latched onto a ray of hope. Maybe it would work after all...

The fridge yawned open wide, exposing its innards to the world. Bits of mist drifted up and over the woman's mousey brown hair that stuck to her forehead. She leaned in and pulled out a package of chicken. She peered at the expiration date and poked the packaging with her nail. A sour thick scent wafting from the package that wrinkled her nose brought immediate ejection into the trash can. After long day at work, having to create something new and interesting with frozen crap did not sit well. She pushed the fridge shut with just enough force to illicit an angry noise, enough to bring a little elation to her mood.

She meandered back to the parlor, stripping off her black work pants and letting them flop over the back of the slightly lighter couch. Amy sighed deeply, and sank into the couch. Her thirtieth birthday was only a day away, and how little she had accomplished was firmly present in her mind. A career job finally, five years too late after a miserable tenure in retail. Other people her age already with families and children, her sister having two cute little daughters one of which was already nearing four years old. She, on the other hand had only recently been able to afford a proper marriage after a decade of dancing around the issue. Having to go out of state to make it proper certainly didn't help the matter.

She fiddled with the remote, flipping through a few channels before frustration set in. Electing for music instead she put on something instrumental and closed her eyes, sinking further into the embrace of the cushions. Her watch beeped, announcing the hour to the room and brought to mind the question of where Molly was. It was rare that she beat her wife home, her work schedule keeping her longer, and neither did anything interesting with their lives beyond work.

Her stomach growled audibly, and she groaned, "I am not cooking dinner tonight no matter how much you ask." She hated the layer of pudge she'd always had, and it had only gotten worse since she got a desk job. Besides, she had no intention on cooking that evening no matter how much it tried to suggest otherwise. It argued back, carrying on a conversation with it's owner. "Shut it you."

"If you want me to." the voice was soft sounding hurt, but Amy's eyes drifted up to the smirk sitting lopsided on her lover's face. She slid inside and closed the door, hefting a few overstuffed shopping bags over her shoulder. A quick path bringing her behind the couch before she dipped down, pecking her couch-bound partner on the cheek. "Sorry I'm late, love. I should have called but forgot and traffic was a beast."

"Always is when you commute home at normal hours. You are lucky as shit and you know it. No need to rub it in." She pouted, a bit sharp in both tone and word. Her legs were spread in a rather unfeminine posture over a pillow, her pale flesh in direct contrast with the black fabric she was sprawled across. The small parlor was sparsely populated with furniture. Their utilitarian design sense showing all over the two story duplex, feeling not really like a home. They had full intent on buying a home until their loss, leaving the two adrift and rudderless.

"Could always just go in early, you twit. Now go take a shower and I'll join you after I get your gift situated." Molly's cheekiness disarming her wife's venting with practiced ease. Amy sufficiently scolded, crawled to her feet and closed the distance with a gentle hug and kiss on the forehead.

"I'm sorry for not having dinner ready. The chicken was bad, and I'm just so drained lately. In dire need of a vacation ASAP." She sighed and leaned into the embrace. "But you know I love you, we can figure out something to order later." Molly returned the affection, then tapped her other half on the nose with stubby index finger.

"You just want to sneak a peek at your gift!" teasing her lover, "Get your panties off and upstairs this instant young lady." She slipped a hand inside to emphasize the point and cupped along Amy's rear curves before prodded her up the stairs. "I'll be right up, I wouldn't pass up on you wet and naked.." Molly's blue eyes were sparkling with amorous intent and playfulness as she teased.

Amy spoke back over her shoulder as she pulled her tight t-shirt over her moderate bust. "You better not be trying to surprise me with something big again this year. You know how surprises always go. They only end in tears." A half-smirk passed before their gazes divided and with a swift gait she took to the stairs. The protest of the floorboards signalled Molly's chance at privacy.

The bags emptied, revealing a pair of boxes, and a cloth-bound object. Molly opened each with great care. Linen peeled back in layers exposing the black leather of the tome, while each box contained vials and pouches with carefully written labels. She flipped open the front page of the book, eyes scanning the text to try to make sense out of it. The scrawled, hand drawn images clawed at her mind in ways that made her uncomfortable.

She let the images distract her, not wanting to think about how grumpy Amy was growing. Every day it seemed her moods had darkened more, gradually entering one of her blackouts again.They'd both struggled with Amy's cyclical depression, though she feared this would be far worse. Neither had really talked about the miscarriage, and Amy was stubborn and refusing to admit how upset she was.

She knew she shouldn't get frustrated, though she often let it get to her. Molly was starting to frequently let snide comments and remarks slip out that actually cut into her wife. She was unfortunately skilled at cruelty, knowing just how to hurt her other half when she chose to. But she couldn't, not today, especially not today. Her other half's birthday was tomorrow and she was going to fix this mess of emotion they had found themselves in. She would undo the damage, get their life and plans back on track.

She stroked the lambskin softness of the cover while focusing on the book again, flipping through pages. The book radiated warmth, almost like it was a living object itself. Its innards exposed ruffled and textured handmade paper, the deep inky blacks, blood reds and lush greens making up the writing and iconography that made up each page. Painstaking, precise handwritten notes with the kind of craftsmanship that she'd never witnessed before.

As each page flipped by she felt overwhelmed by the visions on each page, one page made overwhelmed her with the sickle of death's creeping touch. The next she could swear she felt her heart tear in two, and choked back an involuntary sob that blasted through her body. She felt ill, tides of emotion hitting her as she flipped. She flinched, flipping each page, expecting worse but soon a small folded piece of modern paper fell out. She unfolded it, exposing precise handwriting clearly directed at her.

Dear Molly,

The requirements for this ritual include preparation of the site, and the intended target must both consume the elixir and read the spell aloud. Be careful to not drink any yourself, nor allow anyone to read the spell aloud besides the target, as the consequences could prove dire. Your hearts should be strong, love will deliver the target safely to you and guard them through this trial.

I suggest you heed caution and make sure the location is private. I would not recommend viewing the spell as it takes effect as there may be unpleasant side effects. The spell takes a full eight hours to take effect of which should remain uninterrupted. There is an incantation on page 62 that may interest you before you return the book to me, should there be complications. Should you find the results don't meet your satisfaction, I will return the money when I receive the book back.

Take Care,> Alanna

With the note tucked back inside the book, she glanced at the paper which listed the ingredients required. It was expansive and a little disturbing, noting poisons and toxins among the list. She grimaced, wondering how dangerous it was. But Alanna had assured her there wasn't danger, not that kind of danger anyway. She moved to the two boxes of various ingredients, noting the oddities among, 'Gorgon's Tears' made a grin come to her face. More than likely this was all for show.

Molly closed the book, carefully finding a place to stow the surprise carefully in a place Amy wouldn't think to look. She slipped up the steps quietly, and could already feel the warmth of the steam from the running shower. It mixed with the sweat from the hot summer heat. The shower was tiny, two occupants requiring complex negotiations to even get to the bottle of shampoo. She stripped off her outer layer, tossing them in the hamper and peeled off her intimates. She frowned, watching her pudgy breasts flop and sag like those of an older woman.

She frowned at the full-height mirror. She wondered why she even bought it, the reflection only serving to remind her of how old she was getting. Her eye caught on the light freckling of her light skin. She was thankful her mother had at least passed on her good complexion. Her hair was dyed red and only given away by the fuzz on her mons that was just starting to return.

She paused to watch Amy washing her hair, the dome of white visible through the opaque shower door. If she noticed Molly's approach she didn't let on, and Molly noticed the arm she had positioned between her thighs with a grin. "Couldn't wait for me to start, could you?" A teasing voice that caused the arm to snap away, Amy blushing despite being flushed from the hot water.

Molly opened the doorway and stuck her head in, confirming that even her feet had flushed red in embarrassment. It was fucking adorable. "Mind if I join you, and help with that problem, Miss? It looks complicated, maybe we need to get you to a doctor for a proper diagnosis." Molly pushed further, teasing her wife who was a day shy of thirty and still shy about masturbating.

Amy offered little resistance when Molly slid between her and the water source, the water crashing down on Molly's tired back and moderately long hair. A hand slid between them, Amy's gentle touch on her lover's breast. Molly leaned against it the touch, bringing her lips to bear on her lover's, though blocked by a finger.

"Sorry... I really shouldn't have snapped at you. It's not your fault and I shouldn't take it out on you." her eyes were wide, soft and sad as she held her hand against Molly's face. She slipped the finger back to slide against her cheek and then gently kissed her, much slower than Molly had intended. Their lips parted and then Amy slid her head against her wife's shoulder for a time. Molly wrapped her arms around her wife and held her for some time.

"Why won't you tell me what's bothering you?" She stroked her wife's hair, lips close to her ear. "You're cold, and distant, and would rather masturbate in alone then let me make love to you." Molly pleaded, hoping her lover would finally say something, but silence continued until a heavy sigh dropped between them. A finger against the soft pink areola, nails running around it then squeezed between two fingers and tugged. Amy's teeth found her lover's neck and nibbled softly.

Molly's eyes held tight, her body yearned for the days when they had first met, memories imprinted on the flesh itself. She remembered how the very sight of her made her heart beat faster, her scent made dampness touch her lips. How much she wanted to spend every day with this woman in her arms and never let her go. Their youth had faded slowly, the intensity of the early days were not far gone.

But reality crept in between as sharp nails dragged into her back, and a finger between her thighs tugged harshly on her clit. She groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, something she had never liked. The instincts to fight or flee kicked into overdrive, her memories returning to their recent struggles, and how long it'd been since Amy let her help her. Amy's insistence pushing forward, as her head slipped down between, tongue pushing inside her lover offering little choice.

Molly's body and heart were in conflict, she wanted desperately to reconnect, to get her lover to lay bare her heart, for them to find mutual release. She also yearned to find peace in her own orgasm, but it would be empty and meaningless. Her body was on edge, pain and nerves causing her to tense. Water blasted against her clenched muscles as the tongue explored her folds. Practiced intimacy, Amy knew where to find the right places to disarm her and Molly slid back against the confining wall. She lost the war to her body, the tides of orgasm swelling as her body slumped further.

A finger found its way deep inside her, slipping against as muscles clenched and tightened, and her body released. Molly slumped fully down to the shower floor coming to rest against the tile. Amy slipped up close to her wife and kissed her cheek, "I hope you'll forgive me." and then forced her way into a hug. The silence between as they hugged left the question unanswered. Molly not sure if Amy even understood what had her upset. They embraced long past the point of warmth, the shower and their hearts.

Amy's key ground against the lock, and she pushed against the door while she struggled to get the lock to give in to her demands. The stupid thing always had problems when it got hot, enjoying frustrating its owners when its metal would swell in the scorching heat. Her day today no better than the last. Black paint of the door burned against her skin as she put her weight against it. She took out her anger on the door and kicked despite how futile it was. Eventually it shifted, groaning and the lock twisted allowing her passage to the cooler house.

Her voice carried within the empty house. "Are you home, love?" Then her mind went to the driveway, recalling her wife's car had been absent. Confusion touched her expression, a second day in a row where her wife hadn't been home on her arrival. Perhaps she was working out again, though why Molly would have been so conceited as to have chosen to do so on her birthday was beyond her. She flicked on the light, and wrinkled her nose at a musty smell that filled it. She paused by the window, considering the benefit of sacrificing AC to combat the dank smell.

She shifted away, shaking her head with the gentle coolness reminding her why she didn't want to be outside in the late afternoon sun. The kitchen had been her goal, but something on the kitchen table caught her eye. A small package with a red envelope on top. She lifted it, inspecting it close and paused as a potent scent hit her. Molly's scent dabbed on, as distinct and recognizable a smell as she'd ever known.

Amy slid the envelope open, and pulled a handmade card out from within. Molly's distinct carefully lettered scrawl upon it. Her eyes fell upon the page, reading through it carefully, skeptically wondering if her wife planned to try surprising her again.

_ _ What we have gone through would destroy almost any bond, and yet we are here together in marriage and love. You've been in pain, and I've given you time and space to cope in your own way, but I want to fix this for both of us. I miss when simply looking at me did not cause you pain. I miss when our hearts were free of burden and gravity.

_ _ I decided to surprise you this evening with something very special, one might say magical. I hope it can undo the harm done in the last year, and bring our hearts closer in love. Within the package is an elixir that I've been assured will bring us together and fix the mistakes I've made.

_ _ Once you've taken the elixir, you must read the note attached out loud, my love. You need speak every word or the spell will not work, and your surprise will be ruined. I know this is silly, and out of character for me, but I want you to trust me. I've put a lot of time and thought into preparing this, and I look forward to our evening together.

_ _ Love> _ _ _Molly_Indecision ran rampant, unsure of how to deal with the letter. Amy felt exposed and awkward, and to have something like that used against her to make her do something so pointless and weird just made her angry. She had the unbelievable gall to hold this on Amy's shoulders. Molly almost died and took herself from both their lives and yet somehow Amy being upset and nervous about it was her fault.

She plopped into the chair and leaned against the table. Her emotions welled and she wanted to cry, shout, do something. All of this for some stupid cheesy love potion that probably wouldn't do anything. She reached down and opened the package, slipping out a small opaque vial. Amy contemplated dumping it out, but she probably would expect that. Her mind wrapped around it and she decided she'd play Molly's game, and popped off the vial's top.

The liquid poured down her throat and it felt wretched, horrible. Then it started. She felt like magma was welling within her, churning away in her stomach and her throat burned. It pooled within her, slowly spreading to her extremities. The world around her spun, and she braced herself on the chair, bringing her head down to lean against the table. "What the hell was in that stuff?" she thought as she held the thought of vomiting at bay.

The fire in her stomach burned and spread to her nethers, the burning sensation stirring arousal and need. Amy's eyes went wide, shocked that it would have such a profound effect. The heat cloaked her sex spreading to her womb and even her ovaries. The mixture of pain and warmth blending the sensations until they were intertwined and indistinguishable. Her clothing was cloying against her sweaty skin, irritation growing by the moment. Her bra rubbing her erect nipples raw, her panties running up inside her lips.

Her attention drew back to the note. Perhaps the completion of the instructions would end the unnerving effects. Maybe whatever was happening would be completed. Or perhaps there would be answers. Or at least keep her attention until Molly got home so she could fuck her brains out. Her sex twinged in response to that thought, and she pushed down against the chair while she peeled open the note. It was strangely written, in syntax she could not comprehend, syllables she had to concentrate to read. She managed to bring the words to her lips, the syllables pouring slow like honey over her tongue. The Intense concentration wrested her mind from her assaulted sexuality, if only while she spoke.

Her voice broke the air as she read, the words building to thunder as they rumbled within her. Each word echoed in the room, increasing in volume. The raw power in each struck her to the core. She shivered and her sex spasmed with each word added to the world. She felt obsessed, compelled to read and finish it. She had little doubt now that it would answer her needs, and cool her inflamed sex.

Green flames danced in her eyes, building upon various objects around her. Two flames lapped at the black bookcases across the table, illuminating glowing runes drawn upon the books contained within them. They pulsed with the tone of her voice, more flaring to life with each word spoken. The light and words wrapped around one another, embracing in the ether. She choked out the last syllable, everything culminating in that moment and the flames around her roared to life.

Flames danced in a circle around her, on the white floor-length curtains on her right, licking at the couch to her left. The ones attacking the bookcase sat upon her collection of fantasy novels, and worry struck her. She reached out in horror to try to quench them and save her precious volumes but pain wracked her entire body, driving Amy to her hands and knees.

The eerie green fire illuminated her, yet in their very center she saw shadow spreading. It flowed, moving, growing and shimmering in a way that couldn't be shadow, as if darkness had been congealed into a liquid form. Amy tried to cry out, willing her body to flee yet her body would not move. Her body demanded freedom but was in conflict within. Part of her wanting to quiet her aching sex, the other wanting to flee as fast as possible away from the spreading pool. She was denied, however, held locked in place by a force unknown to her. She wondered if she was hallucinating and if this was all in her head, but the intense pains contradicted that loudly.

She watched divots and dimples form in the surface and gasped as segments began to rise up off the floor. The swelling mass grew larger and yet her body refused to stand, quivering in terror and need. It rose above her head, and then a loud snap like a rubber band breaking signaled the sudden splash of liquid shadow falling back into the pool. The tide parted and a pair of glowing green eyes stared intently into her own.

Black nose, black fur, black ears, white teeth. They absorbed her senses, her hair standing on end. She wanted to scream more than anything else in her life. She felt betrayed by the pangs of need as her sex contracted in time with her thundering heart. Everything told her she needed to get away, to look away, to flee. Instead she stared wide eyed.

From white teeth emerged a forked black tongue. "It's going to eat me, it's going to eat me, it's going to eat me." blasted through her mind. The tongue ran across her face, leaving trails of black spittle that stuck to her flesh. She whimpered, watching the creature hold something almost like a grin, sharp fangs exposed. The centers of its eyes glowing like red embers surrounded by a lake of green fire. Her eyes locked on the red light that tore straight through her, and she gasped loudly as she felt her sex pulse in response.

She felt lost, all sense of time distorting as she fell into the pools of the creature's eyes. The only connection left to her was through her burning need. The creature licked her again, and she felt a flash hit through her head as her body orgasmed involuntarily, her sex dribbling as it dampened her jeans. She felt the warmth fill and cloak her, like a warm breeze across her naked flesh. She was falling, the world spun past as she plummeted into flames that lapped at her.

A sharp pain brought momentary clarity, the beast no longer in front of her. Her side was in pain as she felt something tugging. The sound of cloth ripping greeted her ears and she felt teeth crush into her side again, pushing into her flesh causing her to scream out. She felt her blood drawn, a gash on her side and more cloth tearing off her. A tongue ran along the wound, and a flash of iron hot pain lanced through her. The stench of searing flesh made her want to vomit.

"No... no... get away from me." Amy tried to call out, but her lips were still. She felt pressure hit her rear, the creature having moved further behind. She shook simultaneously in revulsion and desire, and the thing bit down on her, and tore at her clothes, pulling them away and opening access. The cloth was immediately replaced by a cold wet nose and exploring tongue, and when it touched her folds she gasped out, and moaned loudly surprising herself with the voracity. She pushed back against the beast. She lifted her hips up and pushed her stomach down for proper alignment. Her sex exposed and ready for the creature's tongue.

Snuffling began again in earnest, the nose touching her insides as it drew in long pulsing breaths. They then stopped causing Amy to emit a very canine whimper, begging for it to return. Her world had closed down to that moment, the needful request. A weight came crashing down upon her. She gasped as it pushed something big and thick inside of her, larger than anything she'd ever felt before. It felt amazing. Her world flashed and pulsed, sparks flying in her mind and across her body. Her breasts felt electric and she felt her muscles in her sex rippling as they were stretched. It pushed deep inside and it felt like it was thrusting into her very head. Each movement hit her brain, her gasps now guttural and needy.

It felt good. Really, really good. Her muscles clamped tight and fought back against the intruder, yet her entire body welcomed it. The creature's movements sped up, and then pain struck her as it bit down on the back of her neck. Its teeth piercing and tearing her flesh as it tugged her up and made demands on her body. The creature dominated her completely, surrounding and filling her. A scream tore from her chest, and then it released her before she felt it bite into her neck, crushing her windpipe. She knew with little doubt that it was the end of her.

Amy felt something soft and gentle caress her wounds, the creature lapping at her broken neck as she bled. She wanted to scream as pain flared in her vertebrae, and then with a sickening crunch she felt her neck pop, stretching forward away from the thing. The scent of burning flesh hit her as her broken flesh cauterized. She tried to scream again, and instead she felt herself howling out, long and mournful from new vocal chords.

Her attention was driven back to her sex by a probing bulge that pushed her, the creature trying to drive something that felt like a grapefruit into her. It pulled her wide, mashing her labia against her, pulling the outer ring of muscles as it pushed gradually inward. The next thrust drove it further, the sharpest pain as her sex tore and her canal gave way to the creature's desire. Amy whimpered as it pushed solidly inside her abused and broken sex, and then it was filling her with magma. Her womb drenched in blazing hot seed. It bit down again on the back of her neck. This time her skin moved with the bite, the beast tugging against her now-loose scruff and using it for leverage and control.

The creature continued to thrust while it came, going on forever as her mind was seared along with her womb. She felt her belly stretch under the weight, until seed pushed out around the creature's knot. As the stuff touched her lips it burned, she felt her muscles contracting rapidly as they twisted. Her abused and broken labia, and torn walls started to knit together, her outer lips kissing at the creature's sheath. Her clit pulled up as her walls shifted against it, pushing it closer to where the creature' knot was striking. She felt the walls of her walls finally contract as they reached proper shape to contain the beast's massive shaft, her outer lips the proper shape of a hound's spade.

With a sickening squelch it pulled free of her, then lapped its own seed off her abused passage. She collapsed onto her chest, whining and whimpering on the ground as her womb continued to burn in unholy fire. All that remained in her mind was the desire for it to end, to finish. It hit her like a hurricane crashing down claiming the fire with it, her sex quenched and a pulsing shudder hit through every corner of her body as she conceived. Her belly pushed down against the ground, lifting her up as it stretched out. The awkwardness of her weight on it driving her to roll over onto her back.

Her long neck allowed her to look down over her swollen bosom, and she could see her belly bulging up a few inches, and new rows of red dots where new teats had pushed to the surface. She kneaded against them, digging her claws into her flesh and drawing blood. It felt good, her body adjusting itself to fit her mate's needs. She barked at the hound, yes it was a hound like her, and then whimpered again still in need.

The big beast continued to watch her, the read following her curves as she felt herself sweating. Her skin grew painful to touch, and then the remaining clothes on her body burst into flame. She yelped in surprise and worry, but it felt strangely good, like she was being kissed where each green flame traveled. The flames freed her, taking the last of her human clothing and she felt the flames lick inside her. Her eyes glowing green and red much like the sexy creature in front of her.

She drew its scent in, a mixture of sulphur and copper tinged blood and musk and her spade responded by drooling in anticipation. She whispered once more, and yet it hung there, monstrous grin frustrating her. "Couldn't it see how much she needed it? How horny and submissive a bitch she was for him? Why would she deny her that beautiful cock?" Not really proper thoughts anymore, her urges growing far stronger than language.

She growled this time in anger, but her feet and hips interrupted it cracking as they broke and reformed. Her foot stretching out and claws emerged while pads sprouted along the bottoms, the new sensations of air on her blackening pads was delicious. Her calves pulled tight as they started to shrink, her hips popping again as they widened once more and adjusted. Her legs hurt, and she had to pull them up into the air, dangling her paws up in the air in a more comfortable position. She panted, "Her mate was doing this, he was fixing her." She wagged her new tail in anticipation, letting an elongated tongue hang out her mouth.

Her hound pawed forward, its thick black claws digging into the carpet as his nose came down on her belly. She squirmed as his tongue danced up her front, along peaking nipples, swelling ready to feed the new life growing within her. Black hairs burst from her skin where the tongue made contact. As his fork reached her original pair she leaned forward to lick at his forehead, her tongue becoming midnight as she ran it along her mate's nose, up past his ears and along his long horns that emerged from behind his ears. It split in half at the tip, allowing her to lick up around the mighty horn. She wondered if she'd have her own, her tail wagging ever harder as she felt the beast's erect shaft bump against her.

What was once Amy looked through glowing eyes at the beast that dominated her, and the world around narrowed to him and only him.

The late summer sun still held above the horizon, bleeding in through floor to ceiling windows in the small cafe. The light made it difficult to see the phone screen as she tapped at it. She lifted it up slightly, glancing at the clock. Nervous habit that had been repeated every couple minutes for the last two hours. It was almost a tick.

Molly's mind wandered to Amy who had been home for quite a while by now. A sigh escaping her lips, "Would it really take the full duration as required by the book?" she had a hard time understanding what could really take so long about it. "Would it really hurt if I showed up too soon?" She stretched and sniffed at the scent of mint that drifted from the mug of tea that rested near her left hand, half full from unsuccessful attempts to calm her frazzled nerves.

She wondered if Amy was worried about where she was, "Why hasn't Amy called me yet?" glancing at her voicemail for the sixth time. She reached her hand for the mug and soon slightly cold liquid poured down her throat. "That's it, I'm going to call her. Maybe she was just mad at me for the useless surprise and not being home on her birthday." She swiped her phone, and pressed Amy's cute little portrait on her home screen and waited impatiently while it rang. Her beautiful voice told her to leave a message and that she would be right back with her. She tried again, and again, her actions increasingly futile.

Molly's heart felt like it was about to burst through her rib cage and fall out on the table. Horrible images flashed through her mind, everything imaginable that could have gone wrong. Her mind focusing on the list of toxins in what she made her lover drink. "What if I poisoned her?" the thought hung there starkly, guilt playing her like a harp. The image of her lover's cold dead face clawed violently at her mind.

She exited the cafe, almost forgetting her handbag and having to turn back to grab it. She slipped into her car and pulled out, heading into traffic and bee-lining for home. Tail lights came far too quickly, having to slam brakes hard and curve off the side of the road. Head and chest pounding, a glare passed from the other car occupant before she managed to get her car back on the road. Thudding louder and louder, her blood pressure echoing in the small contents of her car and head.

A few minutes later her wheels gripped the pavement, coming to a rest next to Amy's car. She held her breath, entirely unsure of what she would find. She flicked toward the emergency call button on her phone, considering for a moment the prospects in front of her and attempted to choke back overwhelming fear. "I_'m sure it's all nothing, that all of this is entirely in my head. She probably was in the shower or taking a nap._" Her foot made a careful step on the wooden stoop, and the doorknob twisted unlocked.

The door parted and creaked. The strong scent of rotten eggs hit her like a wave. Her stomach lurched as other scents like blood and wet dog filtered in after the initial shock. "What in the bloody fuck was going on in here?" She thought as she forced herself inside. A sound hit, a noise that made her skin crawl off the back of her neck and scuttle under the rug. It entered her ears and failed to process.

She blinked, dumbfounded, and then heard it again. A deep rumbling, like the sound of rocks grinding together, followed by a high pitched canine whimper. Other sounds, a wet slurping noises that echoed through the small contents of their home. She dropped her handbag and ran for the source, toward the living area. The bizarre carnal scene stopped her in her tracks, stunned. The largest dog she'd ever seen was locked against a figure beneath. At least it looked like a dog, excepting the large horns arcing back from its skull, and the bright red pupils within a sea of green fire. Those unnatural orbs found her, the beast baring a double-row of ivory fangs at her.

Molly held her breath, hesitation and fear foremost in her body and mind. Her eyes drifted below those teeth to the figure underneath. A much smaller muzzle, with a black tongue hanging out their mouth. Patchy black fur that cover her breasts, and... breasts, she had multiple sets now pressing from her torso in a series that ended with a pair resting on her belly. Her belly bulged and swollen. Her thumbs rested high on her wrist, pulled back, and short looking closer to dew claws with large black claws jutting out. She whined and stroked at her breasts, trying to get the beast to move again.

Molly continued to stare at the coupling creatures and trying to resolve their presence with reality. She watched the two luridly move, eyes catching on the curves of the clearly female creature. Her eyes caught two small horns peeking from the smaller creature's shoulder-length brown hair.

Amy's hair.

Then to the male's shaft, lodged within what was once her wife. Rage boiled and her hands trembled as they balled into fists. Her gaze flicked to the kitchen. A moment later she bolted around the rutting creatures. She seized one of Amy's chef knives from the block, its polished surface shimmering.

The male's piercing eyes tracked the newcomer and it attempted to pull away from Amy, who was whining like a dog each time it failed to pull out of her. Each pained sound of her voice ate deep at the pit of Molly's stomach, giving her resolve. It's jaws came up, snapping at her as she threw her full weight at it and brought the knife down on it's neck. Molly's slight weight somehow threw the creature's balance off, and a loud pop echoed in the air. The noise distracted her from her goal long enough to notice the creature's enormous knotted black shaft dangling in the air.

The knife was embedded deep in the hound's neck, black ichor pooling around the steel. The beast flailed and jerked, its blood covering the handle. She lost control of the knife, and fell back. Sharp teeth sank deep in her shoulder and twisted. Searing heat dug into her flesh. She screamed involuntarily. A splash of crimson hit her face. A single twist of it's corded neck muscles sent her flying, landing on the ground near Amy. She reached out for her wife, and grabbed at her underarm. She tugged, trying to pull Amy with her but instead found her skin loose on her flesh.

A deep growl was directed at her. The tone was odd, like a human trying to mimic an animal but at a timber her wife couldn't have made before. Molly shivered, Amy's eyes replaced with a set matching the green and blood fires of the male. Sharp teeth in a petite muzzle bared at her. Molly was overwhelmed by an emptiness and lack of recognition in that gaze. Amy snapped at the hand touching her, her teeth striking for Molly's wrist with speed and fury.

She jerked away, backpedaling across a carpet slick with blood. Amy rose up onto four paws, her rear legs looking surprisingly natural in the position despite her gravid belly. The sight drew a shudder of revulsion from her former lover. She stood, back arching in a defensive posture as she placed herself between Molly and the black hound. The message was clear - Molly would have to go through her in order to get to her injured mate. The beast had slumped to the ground, and whined as blood oozed from its neck.

"Amy, stop it!" She pleaded, tears pooling in her eyes, but only received a low throated growl in response. "This can't be happening. What the bloody fuck is happening?" She tried to deny reality, but both the still-recognizable features of her wife and the deadly threatening posture contradicted everything she tried to deny. Not moving closer, and further pitiful whines from the beast drew her attention away.

Amy turned back to the creature that even on its side was larger than her. Her tongue exploring the creature's wound, licking black slimy fluid that seeped from the hound's neck. A sob burst from Molly, and the wounded beast's green-fired gaze spoke of ownership of the one tending him. Amy was his now. He lifted his head up and nuzzled at a breast affectionately, like a lover would.

The possession, the control, the dominance sat in front of Molly like a mile-high wall. It seeped into her, trying to squash rebellion. She tasted bile, the very thought objectionable. "No!" she screamed at the pair. She absolutely refused to accept the love of her life being stripped from her. She refused to let this thing have her. Her thoughts scattered, trying to find a weapon, a real weapon. Neither of them had kept guns, nor would have imagined doing so.

But her eyes traveled to her wife's tongue, the silvery shine of the knife glinting and reflecting it as she lapped around it. Her first salvo had driven it surprisingly deep, close enough to sever the creature's spine if only she had more force behind it. She rushed for the closet, pulling out chairs and other things stacked within to get at a toolkit. She pulled a savior from within, a full size hammer that they had bought to hang the lone painting they could agree upon that sat above their bed.

She pushed close to the two with a menacing look and hammer in her hand, Amy growled again defensively. "Out of my way!" she yelled at her wife, "You are mine, not his!" Amy struck at her and missed. Molly threw her remarkably light wife to the side a bit surprised that she had not increased in mass as much as she had size. The hammer came down on the creature's skull, a sickening crunch as bone met metal and small bits of black splattering on impact, as well as a piece of the creature's tongue falling to the ground.

She lined up more carefully this time as the creature tried to slink away, carefully directing the hammer down on the base of the knife's handle. She screamed in raw fury as it made contact, and sliced further into the thing like a knife splitting butter. There was a satisfying lack of resistance as the blade pierced through the other side. And then her wrist was on fire, a blaze of motion cutting between her target and the hammer was lost.

Molly watched its gentle arcing flight, ending with a dull thud against the wall. She was jerked, Amy's head wrenching back and forth as her fangs sank deep into Molly's wrist. Amy's eyes full of hatred and fire. The small tail that whipped in the air glowed green like her eyes, her horns having emerged further even in the few minutes since Molly had first seen them. She stopped flailing, and started to drag and tug at Molly, claws embedding in the carpet to find traction despite the blood.

"Amy! Wake up! Wake the fuck up! You aren't an animal!" Molly was practically babbling, hoping for something inside her partner to remember her. She hesitated to hit, not wanting to harm Amy despite the clenching jaws. Suddenly, Amy let go, her eyes shifting to something over Molly's shoulder. Molly held her wrist, trying to stop the gushing blood and then she heard Amy whimper, ears flattening down at whatever it was that she saw.

Just as quickly, Amy lept over Molly, her flank knocking her away as she bolted towards where the hound lay. Then Molly saw it, what surrounded the creature looked like it's blood but there was far too much of it, and it had more texture and substance to it, and seemed to curdle upward like it was bubbling. The hound appeared to have sank a few inches into it, despite not being far above the ground. Amy's teeth wrapped around its leg with care not to injure it, tugging and lifting, though it did not halt the creature's descent.

Its sinking was not swift, but it was progressive, its left leg and shoulder having been swallowed into the earth and the liquid seeped up over head as the blackness engulfed it. Molly smiled at first, glad to see the thing return to wherever it came from. She tried to relax, letting her heart calm and trying to stop the blood oozing from multiple places. But she noticed soon that Amy wasn't stopping, and her hands were not just covered, but had started to sink.

Immediately, adrenaline surged. She leaped up and wrapped her arms around her love. She locked her arms around and tugged, pulling with every ounce of her strength. Amy refused to let go of the hound, even as the only piece of it still visible was the leg she steadfastly clasped in her jaws. Amy's strength seemed to grow, her muscles bulging as she tugged right up until the blackness ran up over her muzzle. She yelped, and started to struggle, adding her strength to Molly's.

"Please, Amy, don't leave. I need you..." Molly begged, not daring to let go. She let anger build on her sorrow, and she demanded of the hellish black pool, "You can't have her!" Her mind was made up, she wouldn't let her go and would sink with her if she had to. She shifted forward, trying to leverage her weight better, letting her feet find purchase on the strange sticky liquid.

She fought against the tide, summoning every ounce of will she had. Her wrist and shoulder screamed at her, growing numb. It seemed futile, using all of her strength and Amy hadn't budged an inch. She desperately searched for something, anything until her eyes settled on one of the dancing green fire lit runes that circled around her. She clung, knowing that if she let go it might be it, but she had to or soon she wouldn't have any strength left anyway.

She bent down to kiss her mate, softly saying "I love you. I've always loved you. I will always love you. I can't, and won't live without you." choking back a sob. She had to will herself to let go, and scrambled away even as her wife started to sink almost immediately. She rushed for the kitchen, grabbing a sponge and immediately went for the closest rune, squeezing water over it and dousing the fire and the chalky white substance it was drawn with. She watched as it went out, and then following it each of the others broke.

She heard a choking gasp, and coughing as black substance leaked from Amy's freed nose and mouth. The pool had let her go, and already begun to shrink, taking the mess of blood with it as it returned to hell. Molly watched her choking with grave concern, wanting to comfort her love. But she felt weak and tipped forward as she found sweet embrace of darkness.

She peeled her eyes open, scents hitting her before light. The copper tint of blood sitting on her tongue, causing her stomach to pang. Sex followed, her own and another female's. The leftover scents of musk that struck a chord of loneliness inside her, drawing images of her mate. Her sex ached with the memory of the great creature inside her, the only comfort the heavy girth she felt in her belly.

The small room made her feel trapped, human furniture claustrophobic, the walls too close. She searched with her nose first, tongue hanging out as it drew her towards the prone figure. The female was sprawled like a ragdoll across the fuzzy shag nest of carpet. The one who hurt her mate and stole him from her. She wanted to bark, growl, tear the female apart, but if the female had done so much harm to her mate what chance did she stand.

She lifted herself up, admiring how her large paws had formed, feeling just right as she sunk her claws into the ground and felt the weird texture of the carpet on pads for the first time. Her tail began wagging as she felt natural in her movements, forgetting about the female in that moment. But soon her attention refocused on the other living being in the room.

Each step was careful, unfamiliar and yet so right. She held caution as she approached the immobile female, sniffing ahead her ears twitching, unsure if they were alive. A nasty gash on her shoulder where her mate had struck, and her own teeth marks in her wrist where covered in crusted red blood. But curiosity held strong, and the female made no movements to respond.

She held herself high over the female, proud of her increased bulk. She pressed her nose down against the female's body, and drew her scent into her nostrils. Her tongue salivated over the crisp scent of fresh blood that filled it. But then something else hit deep inside, a pulse hitting something at a deep instinctual level that went well beyond her short memory span. As if she had known this creature longer than the mate who had filled her.

Vague hazy flashes of images of this creature told her of familiarity, of intimacy as her strangely warped muzzle was embedded in the female's sex. They clashed with the mating, mind returning to simple lust. But it felt empty, hollow, like it had been cored out of her. It confused her, she whimpered, and bumped her nose again against the female. Hoping she could make this stop.

But the emptiness spread further within her, tickling the back of her horned skull. Her tail's fire began to dim. And then she felt something wet in her eyes, it felt wrong, strange. It had to be wrong, she was defective. Her mate hadn't fixed her. But a single human word came to her mind, wrapped in memory, emotions she couldn't understand and only feel. Love.

And she howled. A long, mournful choir offered to nothing. Confusion. Pain. Anguish. It all tore out of her and flooded her senses. She was consumed by it all. She felt... Everything.

A wet stroke against her cheek drew life to it. The gentle touch of a tongue was far more pleasant than the pain that soon followed as her consciousness drew back from the embrace of the dark. Once again, another lap of flesh against flesh pulled her eyes open. A long sinuous tongue dangled from a long muzzle filled with two rows of sharp teeth not far from her. She flinched involuntarily at the closeness of the threat, there was little humanity left in that face beyond the locks of hair that were still recognizably Amy's.

Amy's ears immediately drooped at the response, her head dropping like a dog expecting to be beaten by it's master. Molly stared, the reaction conflicting with her expectations. A small bit of hope grew, Amy seeming to recognize her and drawing hope out. "Amy?" she gasped, the hope that with the spell having broken that perhaps Amy's mind had returned. Her response to the name was immediate, her ears perking and attention drawn right to her. But those haunting red eyes held little of the intelligence she hoped for, and her movements seemed natural like she was born in that shape.

The overwhelming thought of loss hit her hard, knowing now that even with the spell broken, Amy was gone. She slumped, tears swelling fast this time to the surface and tumbling out on her chest. "What have I done? I killed her. I really did kill her." The sentiment flooded her as she leaned for support, propped up against another bookcase. Amy sat patiently watching, her strange tail slowly wagging with patience and expectation, a sort of curious and concerned look on her inhuman features.

Her mind drifted to all the many horrors that sat in front of her. How could she explain what happened to Amy to her parents, let alone the police? While Amy's actions and behavior were very doglike, there was no mistaking the hellish features she bore, the flames, horns, exposed bone and enormous size left little doubt of her supernatural origin. How could she even keep Amy in such a shape? And yet she had to, it was her fault.

Wracking sobs followed her tears, Molly's shirt growing transparent as it absorbed the flow. She remembered when they met, Amy's goofy awkward expression and first impression. The gentle swelling of embarrassment and self consciousness that made her crush so obvious. The way Amy seemed so panicked to mention her desires out of fear of pushing her away. Amy had actually thought she was straight. That thought stuck in her mind like a parasite, drilling in and drawing a bubble of laughter to the surface.

It burst in a piercing laugh, and Amy pawed backward from the sudden outburst. "I'm so sorry Amy. So very, very sorry." Molly reached out and wrapped her arms around the hulking form who continued to pull away. Her arms wrapped around, squeezing against her still present breasts, her wider and flatter torso still felt close to the human she once was. The black fur stuck to her wet face as she held tight, eventually Amy stopped struggling. Her strangely inhuman eyes looked up at Molly for quite a while, before her tail started to wag. She shifted, barked softly and licked across Molly's cheek.

"I shouldn't have insisted I could carry. I should have gone to the doctor sooner when the pain started. We should have had her together." She continued to confess, the guilt she could not bear any longer tumbling out. "You deserved to be a mother." Molly gripped tightly at the fur. Fingers digging into flesh almost painfully. Patiently Amy tolerated it. She nuzzled against the tears, gentle and comforting.

Amy had wanted to carry, but was scared and timid about it. Molly had pushed despite warnings against reproductive issues. She wanted to be a mother and ignored warnings, and her wife went along with it. She comforted her wife, insisting her worries were unfounded. She was overconfident, ignoring the first signs of trouble. The panicked trip to the hospital, Amy's horror as she watched the life pouring out of her. How close it brought her to death, and Amy's nightmare of losing her forever. That guilt, the anger, it was eating Amy up inside and killing her. And then Molly killed her, she killed her daughter and her wife with her own arrogance.

Her relentless grip only grew stronger, not wanting to let the one important thing in her life go. Amy nudged with her nose, poking against in concern. She pulled her jaw away, and then swung it back smacking Molly like a mother wolf scolds a child. The pain stung sharply and knocked Molly back to present, but Amy quickly shifted to licking and nuzzling again. She pressed her nose against Molly's and looked deep at Molly. For a fraction of an instant, a spark of intellect in those green and red orbs offered hope and forgiveness.

That was what Molly needed, her lover was still there, buried deep within the instinct and body. The hope burst the seeding depression and pulled Molly back to reality. If she was still there, there was a chance of her fixing this mess. Her mind went back to the book that caused it all. A moment later her arms left her mate and she fled up the steps to their bedroom.

Amy followed up after Molly, padding up the steps silent despite her size. Molly went for her closet, slipping inside and pulling a wrapped bundle from the back, slowly removing the book. She collapsed on the bed, sinking into it. A few moments later Amy joined, circling around before curling up on her side of the bed. "I'm sorry love, I just wanted to give you what we both wanted, but it looks like I gave you puppies instead." Molly's morbid sense of humor had returned.

She flipped through the tome, avoiding the early parts of the book that had bothered her, before returning to the one page to see if it made more sense. She frowned as she caught a glimpse of the illustration, showing a whelping bitch. How could she have missed something so blatant? In her rush her brain must have thought it a metaphor. The strange language however made no more sense now than it did before.

Molly paused to open the note, skimming it again for something she'd missed. Then she noticed the comment, flipping forward quickly to the page mentioned. When it folded back another note slipped out. The page itself was drawn pure red, unlike the others. A picture of two halves of a heart twisted around one another, almost like yin and yang was buried amongst the script. It seemed newer than the others. Some of the words she could almost make out the meaning of like a language she had once known and forgotten.

If you are reading this, then likely the original spell was a success and your lover is now a proud mother. But I am sure you have questions for me, and wondering why life is so cruel. You were promised children dear, and the only way to be sure of multiple births was to make sure she had a litter. Your lover may be different now, but not all is lost. Once she gives birth, the magic should unwind from her and two of her children, as long as she is still on this plane of existence. Yes, there is always a chance of the spell's target getting overwhelmed and lost to the depths of hell, but that would be the sign of an unhappy couple which you assured me was not the case. As long as your love is bonded strong, you will both be together through this ordeal and at the end of it you will have twin bundles of joy in your lives for quite the bargain price. But if there is any worry in your heart that something might come between, and allow her to be swallowed up in sorrow, anger or any other emotion, the spell in here will prevent her from falling into hell. It will bind you two together, and prevent her from leaving your side. Your hearts will be one and should guarantee you stay together until your newborns arrive. And as always, should she somehow managed to avoid conceiving you may have your money back. Sincerely,

Allana

She frowned, her anger tingling as bile rose to her stomach. "The witch knew this would happen? What kind of sick twisted fuck would consider this a success?" she was aghast, unable to comprehend the depths of depravity of the woman who sold her this book. She was going to kill the girl that recommended her. And how could she trust the witch again after that? Would she just end up like her wife, or sell her soul or something else hidden between the lines?

Molly shivered, and gazed at her lover that rest nearby. Her eyes had closed, her muzzle sprawled across her paws, ears folded back. A gentle sigh fell from Amy as her muzzle was stroked, and then the hand moved up, scratching behind her ears. A half-lidded glowing eye was almost more creepy than it was open, but the thumping of her tail helped to ease Molly's nerves.

Her arm wrapped around her lover, and she curled up and cuddled, forgetting the strangeness of the situation. She kissed Amy on the forehead, and let her aching, overwhelmed and tired body drift off. Sleep found them both peace.

Pins and needles, the deep tingling sensation of a blood starved limb woke her from slumber. She shook her rear leg, but there was significant resistance from a dead weight on top of it. She moved to growl, but the familiar female was clinging, arm wrapped around her rear and fast asleep. Her nose drifted in the human's direction, sniffing at her now familiar scents. The warm scent of cinnamon combined with the sour scent of sweat far outweighing the blood that stuck to her wounds. The feeling of her touch was both familiar and welcome, and she felt like doing things she wasn't capable of, her brain addled with confusion.

She leaned in at the female's neck, resting herself upon it, and closed her eyes. A hazy memory of this very room, feelings of familiarity and comfort. She drifted mind wandering to her brood in her belly, to her mate and how much he drove her body wild, and to this female that spoke to something else in her. Conflict sat in their mind,bouncing between anger at having the female take her mate away violently, and yet being affectionate and kind to her.

Deep gashes where her teeth sank in visible on the arm resting on her back drew her attention. She felt strange, regretting her actions but remembering vividly why she had. The strangeness was starting to bother her, she whined, and nudged at the female. The lack of a response agitating her further. She nipped at a sensitive spot, and wriggled to get away. Stirring gave her freedom and she crawled away, hoping off to the ground. Claustrophobia grew, she needed to get away, make the confusion stop.

A hasty look at each room, no egress beyond solid invisible walls. She pressed her nose up against the cold glass and peered outside at freedom. Free from the confusion, free to find her mate. Downstairs provided no further options. "How can the female stand a tiny lair?" she thought as she tested the strength of one of the invisible barriers, her skull cracking against it and sending pain shooting down her spine. She whined, and scratched at the wall.

Her ears flickered, she heard movement. She turned and growled as the female entered the room. The human froze in place, a strange look on her features, her posture defensive. She drew a growl from deep in her chest, until the human made strange noises and gestures. She held steady, back arching, but the continued panicked movements made her doubt herself for a moment. Her gaze dropped to the ground, the inky blackness that had swallowed her mate, and tried to take her was bubbling up from the ground near her feet.

She immediately backed away, and then leaped toward the female. The female would protect her instinct told her. She almost barreled into her and curled defensively behind her away from the puddle. The confusion dropped from her mind completely, knowing without any doubt she did not want to be anywhere near that weirdness, the emptiness she had felt when it wrapped her muzzle was bone chilling.

She looked up at the human, her gaze falling upon the strangely expressive face, so full of movements that she didn't understand. But a word, a single word came to her mind. Her name, Molly. She didn't know what it meant, but she wasn't going to run from them anymore. She stuck her nose out and licked Molly's hand, showing her gratitude in the only way she knew how.

Molly drifted down and wrapped her arms around her, making more sounds, complex and beyond her ability to understand. Except one word that tickled her mind. Amy. She knew that word too, though what it meant she couldn't fathom. She let Molly nuzzle her, feeling happy to have someone to protect her now that her mate was gone. "Maybe she had been protecting her from her mate?" she puzzled, though she couldn't understand why her mate would have been a danger to her.

They tried pulling away from her, and the sudden distance made her fearful so she lashed out, grabbing her teeth on the outer weirdly colored skin. Their scruff in her jaws, she tugged, and whined, ears lowered. "Don't leave me." she wrote on her body. She heard the word again, Amy, and dropped as they scolded her. Molly headed away from her to the edge of the black void, she inspected it before turning back and staring at her.

Molly made motions that told her body to stay still, and then disappeared up the stairs before returning a short time later. Her return brought with her new objects, strange smelling and numerous. She wanted to get off the ground, not sure if that stuff would come for her again, so she crawled up on the padded couch.

She watched Molly work, something seemed strangely excited and frantic about her movements. Molly's head would shift, constantly turning back to look at her with concern like she was going to up and disappear. She lay on a soft comfy spot that felt familiar to her, and let her head rest as she watched. Her sex had quieted down since her mate had gone away, and her belly throbbed and teats itched her constantly. She did her best to ignore them, only occasionally moving to nip and lick at herself. The look she was given while doing it made her feel strange.

More thick white chalky paint was being spread in random symbols on different objects. Across a piece of clear glass, black wood, tile floor. She was meticulous and focused, though coming over to check on her with sour smelling hands with high frequency. At one point Molly sat down and rubbed her belly, sending ripples of pleasure and making her stretch her tummy up and wag happily. She felt bloated, stretched and wondered how long until her pups were due.

Time was strange, she had a sense that she knew what it was that was so different, like once her thoughts ran faster or something but it was only a brief and fleeting feeling or snippets of coherence. Generally the day was spent lounging and waiting for Molly to offer her food. The day star set, bringing comforting darkness once again. Something about that light bothered her eyes and made her head spin looking at it for too long. The dark brought with it colors and textures that added depth to everything around her. Like the clammy texture and thin layer of sweat on Molly's skin glowed golden in her vision. The smells and sights of her open wounds once again reminding her that her belly needed meat.

She considered for a moment feeding on Molly, but the thought immediately sent a shock of revulsion through her. She wouldn't let that pass her mind again. She needed to hunt, but she couldn't get out of the cage around her. But she knew now that Molly would protect her, she just hoped that she would know to feed her too, or at least help her hunt. Her pups would need it to be strong, and she wanted to be a proud mother with no runts.

She had nothing more she could do now, and Molly seemed far too busy to be interrupted. She gave up and just laid her muzzle down against the plush surface and waited.

She held the vial up, the same one she had used to store the elixir she made for her wife that started the whole mess. The amber fluid inside shifted, and shimmered in the dim light, looking very different than the one she had made before. Though it was no less toxic, the presence of nightshade alone would be lethal, let alone the handful of other ingredients. They smelled rancid, still clinging to her hands worn raw from scrubbing under soap and hot water.

"Why am I doing this? Am I nuts? She tricked me already with Amy, will I really let her screw me again?" She continued to question even as she held the final stage of the spell ready in her hands. She knew she couldn't ignore this though, even if there were blatant side effects or a trick, the words still spoke of them being together no matter what. She could handle anything thrown at her, but she couldn't handle losing Amy. Her heart was thudding, adrenaline still pumping from when she saw the pits trying to reach for Amy again. Nausea sat ready to make her lose herself for a multitude of reasons.

She idly wondered if it failed and she poisoned herself, what would happen to Amy. She frowned and snatched her phone from her pocket, sending off a quick text just in case to have her mom check up on them in a few days. Also sent a message to her sister that she loved her, and a message to her dad to go fuck himself, but couldn't manage to overcome her fear of doing so. Not that the bastard even deserved a proper goodbye, he had disowned her after all.

Molly gazed over at Amy, who was asleep on the couch curled up again like a dog. The spell had really done a number on her. The raw power it would take to cause such a dramatic shift in someone's mind and body, to play with demons and hell. She again wondered what the trick would be on this one. Would she end up like her wife, raped and pregnant by some demonic hellhound? Would they both find themselves in the pits of hell together, whelping puppies? Even the thought of that creature's massive member made her repulsed and pushed the nausea forward front and center.

But the binding, the binding would make sure they remained together. She rechecked the spell and wording again, "It will bind you two together, and prevent her from leaving your side." Her heart ached, she couldn't handle being without her. Life had no meaning to her without Amy as a part of it. Molly had already made up her mind, and was ready to begin. But the spell explicitly stated to wait for midnight. Her eyes gazed to the phone again, bright in the dim light. It couldn't come soon enough, ending the torture of the endless wait and the fear of losing Amy before she could act.

Molly had the words laid out in front, the circle painstakingly drawn, all that waited was for the right time. She regretted the mixture of vinegar and cloves that hung in the air for they were distracting and the pungent mix made it difficult to concentrate. The time passed agonizingly slow, but it was soon upon her. She looked lovingly at her wife one more time, and then downed the vial in a single gulp.

It burned and choked and stung, but she held back tears as her eyes watered and began to read. The language was foreign, words completely unknown to her. But she spoke each carefully, articulating the strange syllables with precision. As Molly let the words pass her lips, they began to flow, soon passing without even needing to read. Each word offered up the next, creating a rhythm. The runes burst into green fire, now a familiar sight, but she hardly noticed, the only thing in front of her was the lullaby that flowed through her.

The words drew Amy from her slumber, and she padded over to investigate. Molly could smell smoke, and her eyes focused on Amy's tail that wagged like a metronome keeping time with her words. It passed for an unknown length, the language tore from her, like she had lost the battle with nausea. She felt something reaching deep inside her gut, like a hand twisting and squeezing. A yelp emitted from Amy. Molly's vision squeezed in on itself as something burst out of her chest. It felt like her skin had breached, horrified she brought her hands down but they went right through the glowing red sphere that was dancing in the air. She pressed her hands against her flesh, and yet found no damage despite the pain.

The thing in front of her began to pulse, and her eyes focused, before she realized it wasn't a sphere at all, rather it was the shape of a human heart. She heard a whimper from Amy's direction, and my eyes rest upon an emerald throbbing crystal heart though shaped very different from the one in front of her. It shimmered and moved, beating on its own time. But soon, the two began to harmonize, their rhythms matching more and more, and Molly felt it tug at her. Her breath caught, as it stretched away from her, her chest getting heavier and heavier and finding it harder to breath. She could see Amy struggling much the same even as darkness grew at the edge of her vision.

They leaped, wrapping around one another like a hug, twisting into one another. She felt something briefly touch her mind as darkness obscured her sight. She felt confused, raw powerful emotions ripping through her body. Flashes of memory that were not her own, recognizing herself in them and knowing it was Amy. She wanted to reach out and hug her even as she fell to her knees.

And then she saw it, black ink expanding out from Amy, wrapping around the light connecting her to our hearts. It reached out and engulfed their hearts, and she gasped as the weight hit her hard. Then the spell collapsed, finished, sealing the two together as the cord between crystallized, bonding them forever as one. She fell backward, her head splitting and looked at Amy who seemed equally confused. "Amy?" she asked, hoping the connection had brought her back like she felt.

Her ears perked, and her head turned, and for the briefest moment she saw and felt her wife and lover inside. She smiled wistfully, trying to draw Amy to her but was stuck by a tremor that ran down her spine. She felt tense, ready to burst and pushed. Flesh tore, pain shooting up her spine and overwhelming as fabric went with it. New throbbing pain from something Molly had never felt before, new muscles in her rear twitching. She didn't want to look back, she really didn't because if she did it would make it real. But she had to, succumbing to the morbidness of reality and she gagged. Emerged from her spine was a foot long fleshy limb, she could see lumpy vertebrae under the skin and could feel it as it moved.

"Why would the book have two spells that do the same thing?" she grimaced, biting down anger. She looked up into Amy's eyes, who had her ears down and looked strangely mute at her, and there was a twinge of horror that mirrored her own coming from Amy. "She lied again. She's going to take you from me. We have to do something." she hoped somewhere inside Amy might be able to stop it. That this was all a test or a joke and they'd both wake up in bed okay. She felt memories of herself wrapping around her love, and then they shattered.

The warmth of the flickering fire in the air around filled the pit of her stomach, and her fingers and toes felt burning hot. She watched in horror as her nails fell off, one by one. Thick black claws stretched out and announced to the world that they had taken their proper place. She grimaced as her thumbs broke, crying out and looked down in horror as they'd already shrunk and moved upward on her wrist. Her fingers soon followed, muscle and bone tearing and pushing and grinding as her hands stretched forward.

Pain in her feet soon joined in chorus, squeezing against her shoes, making her feel like she was stuffed in a can. She tried to use her remaining stubby fingers to pull at her flats but they could not get a grip. Not that it mattered, the seams of the shoes burst as her foot cracked and continued to stretch out farther. Molly knew quite soon that she wouldn't be able to get up again soon, she had little time to lose.

She propped herself up on the balls of her feet, leveraging her arms to lift herself up to the table. She brought her awkward shaped hands and claws down on the page, trying to adjust and the flesh felt both sensitive and not at the same time. She was distracted momentarily, looking down at the small black pads that had emerged from the bottom of her shortened fingers. The flesh welled like a welt, and puffed up below it, darkening to match the others on her palm. Momentary horror held her, but soon panic returned her to the book which held no more answers than before.

She flipped pages, hoping for another note, some sort of possible note, perhaps a test of her cleverness. But nothing. "But why, why would she just blatantly lie like this? What does she stand to gain?" her mind worked hurriedly, trying to figure out what she was missing in all of this. But she felt her side itching and she moved to scratch, but it spread, spots all over flaring up. And then she felt incredibly hot, like she was in a sauna and started sweating, only furthering her mad itching. And then the smell of burnt hair hit her, and she looked down to see patches of black on her clothing where the cotton and polyester had started to burn and melt. The wretched smell irritating her nose almost as much as her skin.

She saw the patches spreading, exposing a mixture of bare flesh and patchy black fur. She wondered for a moment how it wasn't burning her, and then she focused on the fur and her changes. Rage flared in her, the frustration of her own uselessness mixed with anger at the cruelty the witch. She slammed her weight down and then threw the table over, the book flying through the air. Gravity took over, sending the contents and Molly down onto all four paws, knowing with certainty that this was a new permanent stance for her.

Molly held her breath and closed her eyes, trying one last time to calm herself and maybe force back the changes. But it was futile, she knew that the spell that she had cast had doomed her to much the same fate as her lover and mate. What kind of life would they have together like this? Her reverie was interrupted by a wet slickness that ran across her nose. It tickled, her nose twitching the flesh growing damp on its own as it blackened. Amy pressed her twitching nose against her, and then slowly pawed around behind.

She could feel her tail wagging on its own, part of her happy to show it off to her mate and lover. But soon a whiff of Amy's cloying scent hit her blackening nose, and then an electric thrill up her spine as something wet and soft pressed between her folds. Sparks of pleasure burst in her mind, the tongue exploring her sex that was burning with desire. Gasps fell from her lips as the tongue migrated from her canal to her clit. She felt her body leaning into it, her hips shifting to give better access.

She tried to ignore it, but pleasure conquered her will and took her body hostage, each stroke of the tongue making her lust grow tenfold. The lust folded back on her rage, frustration in her inability to control the reactions of her own body. The strokes continued on, and she noticed how much longer each stroke felt, not sure if Amy was growing slower or if she was growing larger. Nothing else entered her mind beyond the pleasure. Her eyes finally opening upon a nose stretched out in her vision, the beginnings of a muzzle very similar to what her mate had been sporting when she first interrupted her seeding.

She drew scent in again, the mixture of her mate's and her own causing her loins to tingle. She could smell her now, distinctly with the full palette of her sex that she could practically taste. Then the tongue pulled out, the sudden end tugged at her ire. Molly felt a rumble deep in her chest as a growl burst out, feeling natural and right. "Why did she stop? I need it, I need it so much. Need..." her thoughts dissolving quickly. She turned her head, amazed at how much her neck had lengthened only for a brief moment before it caught her eye. Large, black and pointed, it jutted out from her groin.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck..." it throbbed. She felt her whole body, all her tension and need distilled down into a single point at the tip of her new member. And then wetness enveloped it, a forked tongue snaking around its tip. It felt like nothing she had ever felt, dwarfing the senses and needs elsewhere. All that she wanted was this to continue, for warmth and tightness to envelop her, to dive into the cloud of pleasure. And then it burst, she felt something tingling and moving in her lips, and down in her shaft. Tiny droplets of liquid spilling from her shaft, soon collected by her mate's tongue.

Her lips near her clit puckered up, pressing together like she was giving a kiss with her sex. And then they pushed, swelling outward and swelling and then dropping down, a new wave of lust as chemicals flooded her. She shook her head, not wanting to give in and very much wanting to give in. "Maybe if I let go, I could be like Amy and just forget. Stop blaming myself, it feels like a cancer inside." A lance of pain struck at the back of her skull, interrupting her thoughts as bone burst from her flesh, the stubs of new horns poking through blood and flesh and hair. They stretched and she rode the pain into an epiphany.

"All that pain, all that anger, everything. All our problems could have been solved if I'd stopped hating myself. It was my anger that was clouding it, and why Amy couldn't talk with me." her eyes staring into nothing as the horns crested to full length. She dug her claws into the carpet, and gritted her jaws together as her hips cracked feeling them buckle under the strain of her hips changing. She lost balance, falling to her side as her legs went numb. Her jaw swung against the ground, cracking and blood flooded her mouth. Her sharpened fangs had pierced her tongue, blood welling into it and tasting both wonderful and strange.

Amy nosed her, pressing against her still present beasts and whined, her concern showing plainly. She snuffled questioningly, and Molly leaned forward and licked a long equally sinuous bloody black tongue against her mate. Amy's nose wandered again near her sex, and this time she whined, and turned around lifting her tail up and presenting herself. Molly's nose twitched, and her whole body flexed as she was driven forward to the source. Her nose buried deep in her mate's sex, the scent becoming her new focus, her life.

Warmth squeezed around her, tugging at her, drawing her inside. The fuzz of her mate's back rubbing against her breasts, the tail bumping into her side as it attempted to wag. She couldn't stop, didn't dare stop, it felt too good. She felt powerful, her paws squeezing into her mate's sides. She wished she could tug at her chest, she could share the intimacy, but she felt it. She felt herself being filled, stretched wide by her mate. Her mate's feelings clashing against her own.

She rutted, her body moving under it's own control as she fell into the emotions. She dominated, and was dominated. She bit down onto her mate's scruff, and felt teeth biting in deep, tugging up. She felt her sex stretching, her knot inflating and finding resistance. And hot warmth exploded out of her, filling her up. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts, and watched in her vision as her head moved wildly.

The warmth between them grew, and she felt her womb twist, alter as her belly accepted the seed. She could feel her own happiness, Amy's, as they conceived. Amy's happiness blasted her, it swelled like her knot and grew throughout her, overwhelming her own thoughts and leaving only joy. She was at peace, she had her mate, her belly growing with life. Molly latched onto that moment with all her will, every bit of strength she had left wanting nothing more in her life than Amy's happiness.

She held so long onto that, tugging further at her mate's scruff, holding herself inside. She tried to tug out so she could start again, and felt resistance. She tugged harder, thinking her knot was the problem, but her hips wouldn't budge. She scrambled for purchase, trying to pull herself up, but her chest had slid into her mate somehow. Instead she felt the desire to push, she dug her claws into the ground and pushed her hips forward, thrusting until her phallus burst free of her mate. She released again, splattering on the ground below as she slid yet further inside her mate, she had to let go of the scruff as her neck pushed forward and then to the side of Amy's.

She bumped her muzzle against Amy's own. She felt her chest collapse, her spine joining, her mind's embrace with Amy's growing even stronger. Nerves fired and pulsed, she felt her muscles twitch, her tail moving under a different guidance. Her thoughts grew hazy, having a harder time thinking coherently. She could feel Amy's thoughts, instincts and joy pressing against her. Her belly swelling with warmth and life, her sex flooded with her own seed. The haziness overwhelmed her, wrapping around her mind like a blanket.

And then she was drowning, her coherent thoughts fewer and further between. She felt like she was going to sleep, her mind drifting off, letting her body act on its own. It felt welcoming, blissful and she embraced her mate, squeezing tight around her. She felt the flood of response, happiness, acceptance. And then Molly was no more.

A large protrusion held them down immobile on a small blanket in the back of the shop. Life bloomed, the dome occasionally shifting as the bounty pushed closer to being due. Bones ached and muscles were tender. Sleep was plentiful and easy for them, and made things sharper and less confusing. They could sense one another's emotions and rare thoughts, though acting on instinct they were more often one than two. Left_licked and groomed their other chin while _Right slept.

Things had been far simpler lately, they could remember confusion from before and strange feelings and emotions but they were in the distant past before they had become. Before the old female had picked them up and given them a peaceful place to whelp. They knew the puppies would arrive soon, and with them the increasing sense of something important happening.

The old female approached, no longer hesitating like she had in the past. Their tail thudded against the ground, and_Right_ stirred drawing a deep breath of air into their lungs. Another set of eyes opened, all four focusing on the approaching figure. The old female stopped before them and sunk down, her hand finding it's way to their belly. Left licked appreciatively, sniffing the odd scents and smells that she always carried. The scents gave them a picture of the larger world even though theirs was contained in one room.

Ears flicked to pick up her voice, the soft tones always welcome. Rarely did her vocalizations mean anything to them but they did bring with them feelings of happiness and belly rubs. But they heard a word that stuck in their minds. "Molly" it sounded familiar, and brought with it a sharpness and clarity they had not felt in their short memory. Another word, "Amy" followed that was equally intense, a swelling of strange emotions. For a brief moment, confusion returned _Right_remembering a human's face and scent that were so close to them and yet they had never met.

Left whined, trying to impart their confusion to the old female, hoping she might know what to do. They received a scratch on the head and more words, language. They remembered language, vocalizations humans used to communicate. Names, what humans gave to mark things. Those words were names. The old female started to rub their belly, and they sank into it. Their belly ached, ready for it. They felt ready to explode. They missed standing, running, hunting. Somehow they knew what those things were even though they could not remember them.

The old lady, Alanna. They remembered her name. She took care of them, but why? They hadn't questioned this before. They concentrated harder, both working to try to remember her words, her tone still kind. "I'm sorry, I'm going to need to take some of your children my dear. I know you won't be happy with it, but you will get to keep two as stated in the contract." they flew by, only some of the words sticking for long enough to make sense.

Alanna pulled her hand away, and moved to get up. Left reached out and tugged at her loose colorful skin. They shifted their weight and pulled. Right whined, begged. "Don't leave." their body demanded. "What has gotten into you?" Alanna returned to ground level, and with great effort they lifted onto their paws bringing them to eye level. They licked her face with both tongues, tasting her perfume. Scents humans masked themselves with. Molly used to wear perfume, the scent of lavender filling their mind.

Why did they remember such strange things. Deformed paws, naked fur devoid flesh, strangely short muzzles pressed together. These were human memories. They weren't human. Were they? Alanna pressed her wrinkled hands against Left's horns, and softly spoke. "Your litter is upon you. Perhaps you will change back after all. That's a shame, I could have used with some barghest breeding stock. Your kind is exceedingly rare and special after all. It's not every day two souls are compatible enough to create one."

More flashes of memory, they remembered their making. They remembered being filled, and filling. They remembered one thing most of all. Love. And their reverie broke as fluid gushed out of them marking the blanket below. All four eyes and ears focused on Alanna. "I guess we'll see what happens."

An End

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