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The Denseri Chronicles

FIFTH Invocation

A Show Without Dinner

Written By Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com)

"How's Lisa doing?" Panthera asked as she and Rye climbed out of her car. She was dressed in a long form fitting dress and a short pair of heels.

Rye looked over the roof and gave her a smile, admiring her form and ample breasts in the twilight of the cityscape. It was still strange for him to feel like he did about her, but it was something he wouldn't give up.

"She's still adjusting to her new breasts, but she seems to like them. It's odd that she wants to keep them as implants instead of letting me make them real," he said while he walked around to her side of the car.

The lioness gave him a smile and then gave her own huge breasts a slight heft with her paws. "She's still not anywhere near my size," she boasted.

He chuckled and ran his paws over her breasts. "No one is near your size, my love," he told her, as he leaned in for a kiss. She was happy to return it, their tongues wrapped around each other for a few moments before they pulled apart.

"We can't stay here all night," she took his paw in hers and started walking him towards the front door of the restaurant. He followed behind her, a small smile on his narrow muzzle as he watched her backside wiggle under the dress.

The restaurant was a classy place with elegant food and well-dressed people. It was the kind of place where you could run into a movie star, not that any would be showing their face that far from the coast.

Once past the large oak front door they came upon a snooty looking German shepherd who gave them both a dismissive look. He seemed to be more annoyed than impressed by Panthera's bottom of the alphabet cup size. "Leo, party of two," she told him with a smile.

He let out a long sigh and made a show of looking through his reservation book. He ran his finger down the list of names one at a time before licking his finger to turn the page. This lasted for nearly three minutes before his finger came to a stop and a frown formed on his face. "Ah yes, I see that you do have a reservation," he said.

Panthera smiled and leaned over his desk, showing off even more of her expansive cleavage. "I'm very pleased that you found it," she said.

The maitre d' snorted softly and closed the reservation book. "I'm afraid so," he said and looked back at the restaurant, his frown growing at the number of open tables. "Very well, come with me," he said and escorted them into the restaurant.

Rye and Panthera followed the dog as he took them to a table near the back and sat them down. He gave them a look of disgust, then turned around and walked away from them, leaving only their menus.

"What an annoying man," Rye said as he picked his menu up and started to look through the pages.

She laughed softly and leaned forward until her breast rested on the table top, which lifted them a bit higher against her chest. "I'm too sexy for him to deal with," she said with a smile as she lifted her menu into view over her twin peeks.

The fox gave her a knowing smile. "That's why I love you, hon. You're bigger than life."

She nodded and returned his smile, one foot reaching out to rub at the side of his leg. "If life is to be anything, it has to worth living."

"I'll have to remember that," he replied as he looked over the menu. He was a bit puzzled by what was considered fancy food. The meat he could understand, but he was baffled by things like liver and raw fish eggs. Most of it was simply inedible in his opinion. At least there was something simple that he could eat.

"Something wrong?" Panthera asked.

He shook his head, his ears flicking back slightly. "People eat the strangest things," he told her.

With a soft laugh she reached over and ran a paw down the side of his face. "Yes hon, we do."

Rye chuckled and took her paw in his, pulling it close and kissing the back of it. He relaxed his fingers, allowing her to pull free and enjoying the feeling of her fur against the pads of his palm.

"I've decided what I want, what about you?" she asked a few moments later.

He shrugged and set down his menu. "There are a few things on the menu that I like," he replied.

"You're going to order a steak again," she said with a knowing smirk, her foot running up and down his lower leg.

"Of course," he replied, giving her a smile.

Panthera laughed and took his menu, setting them down on the table. A moment later a pretty, though not exceptional, Dalmatian arrived and took their orders. Rye ordered a steak as rare as they could make it, and Panthera had something far more complicated.

Another waiter came out, this time a sharply dressed sheep dog with his hair trimmed short. He brought them a bottle of red wine and a pair of glasses. There was an involved ritual to opening the bottle, but once it was over they both had their glasses filled.

"Enjoyably formal," Rye said as he picked up his glass and took a long sip of the wine. The taste was nice on his tongue and warm as it flowed into his body, but as usual there was no effect from the alcohol.

His girlfriend picked up her own drink and took a small sip. "If you come to this type of place, you are expected to follow the rituals," she said with a soft purr. "This is a very good bottle of wine."

Rye was about to agree with her when he felt a cold prickle running down his spine. The fur on his back stood on end for a few seconds as a spell settled down over the restaurant. He didn't know who cast it, but he quickly cast a counterspell on Panthera and himself. He didn't know what was going on yet, but already knew he'd rather not be a part of it.

"Rye?" the lioness asked.

He jumped slightly and looked up at her. "I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted by something minor. Now, where were we?" he asked her, a smile spreading over his lips as he rested the end of his muzzle on the top of his folded paws.

She shook her head and reached out her paw to run it over the fur of his face and neck, a soft purr echoing from her body. Under the table her foot pressed up and rubbed gently at his crotch.

The fox jumped slightly at this, his erection starting to stir under her warm toes. He pressed his legs together around her foot, trapping it in place.

Panthera jumped a bit, her breast jiggling against the table top as she gave him a crooked smile. "Oh, you're a tease," she said.

He nodded happily and humped gently at the sole of her foot. "Of course I am; it's in my very nature," he told him.

With a shake of her head she picked up her glass and took a long drink of her wine. "You're just a sex fiend," she said, wiggling her toes.

"That's exactly what I am," he replied, rolling his eyes a bit and flicking his ears back in amusement.

The over-endowed lioness opened her mouth to say something, but snapped it shut as a moan filled the room. She cocked her ears in curiosity, turning her head around to search for the source of the sound. "What is going on over there?" she asked in a whisper.

Rye cocked his head, relaxing his legs enough so that she could pull her foot free. He followed her gaze and found an unlikely sight. An older looking lynx was standing at the side of one of the table across the room. He had an elegantly dressed vixen folded over the table top with her dress hiked up around her hips, and he was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her husband watched with a look of distaste while everyone else ignored them.

"Oh, so _that's_ what that was all about," he said with a smirk, enjoying the site of the pair fucking. The lynx was an unlikely suitor, dressed in shabby clothing that was worn around the edges. He sported a gut that sagged a bit against the vixen's back. He seemed to be enjoying the vixen from the look on his face.

Panthera reached over the table and took his muzzle in her paw, turning his head away so that he was looking at her. "What is what all about?" she asked in a disapproving tone.

He shrugged his shoulders and gestured at the copulating couple with one paw. "Well, someone cast a privacy spell a bit ago. It would keep everyone from seeing what they were doing. I countered it for us," he said.

"What about the rest of the restaurant?" she asked.

Rye shook his head. "I didn't see a reason to bother with them. Apparently they wanted their privacy, who am I to challenge that?"

A look of annoyance and confusion flashed over her face as she lowered her ears into her hair. "Does it look like the two of them normally go together?" she asked with a soft growl.

He looked back at the lynx and vixen. Truth to tell they were an mismatched couple, but both looked like they were enjoying themselves, and he said as much to Panthera.

She sighed and shook her head, her hair bouncing over her shoulders. "Look closer, see what other spells have been cast," she ordered.

Rye looked back at the pair, narrowing his eyes as he changed his vision to look at magic instead of light. There was quite a bit of it on the lynx. It was pretty clear that he was the spell caster. There was also a spell on the vixen and her husband.

"So what do you see?" she asked.

He frowned. "Compulsion spell, and a fairly powerful one. It looks like anything told to the foxes will become the truth. I didn't think a mortal could cast a spell like that."

The lioness shook her head. "So he's raping her?" she asked with quite a bit of distaste.

He gave that a few moments of thought. "I guess you could look at it that way. I wonder if I could catch him later? That spell has a very odd signature."

A low growl filled the air as Panthera reached over and grabbed his shoulder. "Then why aren't you doing anything to stop him?" she asked.

Rye looked at her with a bit of confusion. "Why should I? I don't know the lynx or the fox couple. I don't see any reason to stop them from doing whatever they want to do. It's none of my business."

A look of horror crossed over her features as she stared in disbelief at the fox. She started to say something then stopped herself and let out a long sigh. "Some times I forget that you're not really what you look like," she said.

"I've done something wrong, haven't I?" he asked.

She reached up and placed her paw over her face. "Yes, but it's not your fault. I know that you care about your friends, and that took a long time to learn, but there's more than just that."

The fox sighed and shook his head. "Right, so I'm suppose to care about everyone like I care about my friends? That seems a bit excessive doesn't it?"

"It's not like that. If that vixen was one of our friends how would you feel? If it was me in her place, what would you do?" she asked him, leaning over the top of her breasts to look him in the eyes.

He looked away from her, closing his eyes tightly as he thought about what she was saying. Slowly he cracked open one eyelid and looked at the lynx and the vixen. She was now on her back, her dress having been shucked to the floor. The lynx was going at her with some speed and pawing at her breasts, which seemed to have gotten smaller.

A low growl rumbled from deep inside his body. "If anyone did that to you, I would gut them, chop them into quarters, and insure they stayed alive while I incinerated each piece one at a time," he said, turning back to stare at her, fire burning behind his eyes.

Panthera smiled and nodded her head. "You don't have to go that far in this situation, but you can stop this. Morality means sometimes helping others you don't know because it's the right thing to do."

He sighed, lowering his ears as he ran his paws over his face. "This whole thing keeps getting more and more complicated," he said.

"Life is like that," she told him, reaching out with her paw to run it down the side of his face.

Rye nodded and looked over at the group then tried to suppress a laugh. The maitre d' had jointed the fun. The German shepherd was on his knees with his face under the lynx's tail, and was eagerly licking and kissing the puckered bud of his ass.

"Maybe we can wait a little bit," the lioness said, trying to suppress her own laugh. "That's something I think he's very well suited for."

He shrugged, "Maybe we can keep him like that when I'm done," he said as he stood up from the table and undid the top button of his shirt.

Panthera shook her head and stood up as well. "Maybe, but I doubt he'll be interested in us."

"Probably not. You stay here, I don't want you getting hurt if he decides to use his magic against me," he told her and started across the restaurant.

She shook her head and sat back down at the table, watching intently as he walked across the room, his bushy tail flexing behind his tight rump.

Rye rolled up his sleeves as he walked towards the lynx. The black tips of his ears bounced as he fucked the vixen. Her breasts were now barely small mounds against her chest, and her hips had melted away to almost nothing.

The lynx panted hard, his gut bouncing gently against the vixen's belly as he continued to fuck her. "So how endowed is this husband of yours?" he asked between thrusts.

With a moan the vixen stretched her arms over her head and looked towards the fox. "Seven inches," she said in pleasure. The fox responded by blushing and sinking in his seat. It was obvious he wanted to move or speak, but couldn't do either.

"We can't have that now, can we," the lynx said with a dark smirk. "Here's the way things really are. He's horrible in bed, the worst lover you ever had; half the time he cums before he even get's his cock into you."

Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. "Worst lover I ever had," she parroted back as her husband blushed, both of them knowing that it was true.

"No surprise really," the lynx continued as he kept up his fucking. "With that four inch cock of his, it's inconceivable he could ever really please a women. That's why you cheat on him all the time," he said, his meaty paws with their stained fur working over her nubs of breasts.

The fox blushed deeply, shifting a bit in his seat as his cock, which had been tenting the front of his pants, shrank down to almost nothing. The vixen just squirmed under her lover's ministrations.

"But then again, what other man could a women like you get, with your tiny body and no figure. I expect a poor bitch like you would settle for what she could get, while craving someone like me" he said with a laugh, grunting deeply as he neared his climax.

"Oh god, yes," the vixen said, her makeup becoming cheep and her once expensive jewelry become poor fakes. The dress on the floor became thin and ragged, her husband's clothing changed to match.

The lynx gasped and trusted hard into the vixen's gut, letting out a long moan as he came. She squirmed under him, her body shaking as her orgasm matched his. "That will teach you rich fucks," the feline finally said as he pulled out, thick jets of cum spurting out over her belly from his incredibly huge cock, more semen running down from between the loose lips of her cunt.

As the last shot of seed spurted over her red fur the vixen seemed to pass out, collapsing down on the table. The lynx laughed and shook his head, turning back around to look at the maitre d'. "Now how about you--you like kissing my ass?"

The shepherd started to respond, but the lynx never heard it. Instead Rye stepped into his field of view, his paws on his hips and an annoyed look on his face. "Having fun?" he asked.

The older man jumped with a start, a frown on his face as he reached for his pants. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing?" he asked.

Rye shrugged his shoulders. "I'm a magic user, just like yourself. Now as I said, having fun?" he asked.

A quick look of worry passed over the lynx's face, but it was soon replaced by a smile. "I'm having a very good time. Care to join in? There's quite enough for us both," he said.

"Maybe later. I'm Rye by the way," he said, offering out a paw.

The feline took it and gave it a good shake. "I'm Basel," he replied. "So what brings you here tonight? You looking for some of your own fun?"

The fox let out a long sigh and shook his head. "Unfortunately no, but I plan to get some later," he said, motioning back with his head to where Panthera sat. "No, I have a more specific job at this point in time."

"And what would that be?" Basel asked, his eyes dancing to the side to take in the lioness's oversized chest and attractive body.

With a flick of his tail, Rye started to gather up his magic. "To clean up this mess you made. You can't really do this to people. You do know that... right?"

The feline's eyes narrowed to near slits, and his stubby tail twitched in anger. "I worked years to gather my power, and no one like you can stop me."

Rye flexed his fingers and shook his head. "Care to find out?" he asked.

"You're not going to be able to do anything to me. You're so horny out of your mind that you have to fuck the first person you can get your paws on. You can't think of anything else," Basel replied, taking a few steps back so the maitre d' was between the two of them.

The fox started to protest, but the words died on his lips as his cock sprang to full mast with enough force to open the zipper of his pants. It was so hard it felt like it was made of stone, and his mind was already staring to cloud.

He looked around in desperation, trying to find someone, anyone to fuck. His eyes fell onto the maitre d'. The german shepherd was still kneeling on the floor, his eyes wide as Basel whispered into his ear.

Rye lurched forward, picking up the canine with one hand while the other worked his pants free of his legs. He threw the dog onto an empty table and ripped his pants away. The canine started to lift his ass, his tail held high and his cock hard against the table top. His ass flexed, the nub of it tightening and spreading open until it was a field of pink, lube already starting to leak from the obviously overused hole.

Reaching out, Rye grabbed the shepherd's shoulders and slammed his cock into the willing hole. He let out a long moan as the soft flesh wrapped abound his cock in a very pleasing manner.

"Rye!" Panthera screamed out.

The sound of her voice pricked the fog around his mind, and his head snapped up to look at her. The god-damn lynx was walking towards her, his oversized cock was hugely erect and already dripping precum.

Rye tried to pull himself away from the dog's ass, but it was no use, he couldn't break the compulsion he was under. He was too distracted to find a way to break free fast enough to stop the lynx. Instead he gathered all his magic up and cast a spell on Panthera that would prevent his compulsion from working on her.

He could see the glimmer in her eyes as the magic took hold, then a small smile slipped across her muzzle. He grunted happily as he looked back down at the maitre d', and licked his lips. "Oh, you are a good dog," he moaned, his attention returning to the warm ass he was fucking.

The canine under him started to hump back, flexing and twisting his ass to tease the fox's cock. Whatever he may have been before, Basel had made the man an expert ass slut. From the sounds the shepherd was making, he was enjoying it just as much as the fox in him was.

With a pleased moan Rye ran his paws down the dog's back, stroking at the spine and teasing the narrow ribs as he leaned down and sniffed at the fur on his neck. He licked the tan and black fur as he continued pistoning his cock in and out of the wet ass. The slapping sounds of their bodies hitting together added a counterpoint to the moans the two males were making.

The maitre d's tail curled, the long fur stroking against the fox's balls and over the wet shaft, teasing at the slowly swelling knot at the base. In response, Rye fucked his willing victim even faster, his balls slapping heavily against the dog's large nuts.

"Deeper, go deeper," the shepherd moaned as he humped back, his ears almost flat as a long growl escaped his lips.

Rye let out a pleased snort. Reached down with one paw and grabbed the canine's shaft, pulling at the average length but very thick erection. "Gods, your ass is perfect for my cock," he whimpered as his thrusting grew more intense, pounding with short strokes as his knot continued to swell. The loose ass couldn't hold onto the swelling knot, instead it popped in and out with a lewd sound.

With a grunt the maitre d' clenched his ass, holding the knot in as it grew ever larger. The flesh of his ass stretched around the pounding cock, but it only just held it inside. He let out a pleased moan as he humped back at the fox, a thick pool of precum gathering on the table under his cock.

Clenching his eyes, the fox let out a short yip as he felt his knot catch. He slammed into the dog's ass, shoving in as deep as he could and held himself there as his knot swelled to its full size. Once he was satisfied, he resumed his fucking, taking it slow until he was sure that the canine's ass would hold him. It did, but just barely.

Rye continued to stroke the shepherd's cock with his paw, tugging and pulling at it, teasing the dog's own knot as it swelled. As soon as there was enough of it, he cupped his paw behind the base of the swollen flesh and started to tug at it.

"Shoot your cum into me, fill me like the slut I am," the maitre d' cried out, no longer sounding like the snooty stick up the ass he was an hour before. Now he was desperate for a cock up the ass, and Rye was willing to fill the man's desire.

The fox continued to slam the warm ass in front of him, slapping and rubbing the firm cheeks of the shepherd's butt with one paw as he eagerly worked his cock with the other. Rye was nearly at his limit as he worked the ass, panting hard as he thrust his legs and hips with all the physical power he could muster.

When his orgasm rushed over him, it was a release like he had not known for years. His body shook against the maitre d's as his balls grew tight. Cum started to shoot into the canine, spurting deeply into the warm passage.

A moment later the shepherd started to cum. Thick jets splattered on the table and arched from his cock onto the restaurant floor. He let out a howl of pleasure, nearly passing out as Rye's hot cum rushed into him.

Rye collapsed against the dog, crashing them both down onto the table in a wet heap. He was panting hard, his mind starting to clear as his orgasm faded. He took a few moments to gather up his power. When he was ready he cast a spell to prevent any further compulsion from Basel.

The lynx was standing in front of Panthera, who was on her knees in front of him, his huge cock pushing past her lips and down her throat. He was enjoying himself, his eyes half closed and his ears relaxing against his fur.

The fox chuckled and gave a wink to the love of his life. He pulled at the maitre d's ass, tugging his still swollen knot at the pink flesh. With a few gentle pulls his erect cock came free, slurping out of the hole and leaving a trail of cum behind.

"I'll fix you later; for now stay here," Rye told him as he started across the restaurant. Around him people were still eating their meals and enjoying their night, oblivious to what was going on in their midst.

He came up behind Basel and Panthera, giving the lioness a pleased smile. She looked up at him with a glimmer in her eyes and picked up the pace of her blow job. Previously it had been one that could last for hours, keeping the subject on the brink of an orgasm. Now it would only take a few moments until he came.

Rye debated what he would do to the lynx, but felt it was worth waiting for Panthera to finish her job. She didn't seem to mind; in fact, from the flicking of her tail, she appeared to be enjoying herself. As she was immune to the lynx's magic she was only blowing him because she had chosen to.

As he waited, he gathered his magic. His cock started to return to its full arousal, the slick flesh arching out of his crotch. As the power grew so did the size of his organ, swelling thicker and longer, heavy drops of precum starting to drip from the pointed tip.

Crossing his arms, he watched as Panthera's paws worked over the lynx's heavy balls, teasing them as her muzzle worked furiously over his cock. His body started to tense up as he neared the edge, then with a long groan he came, the seed exploding into her mouth.

Panthera pulled back, her muzzle wide open. She caught his cum in her mouth, letting it gather on her tongue. The man shot a huge load, one thick wad after another. Once he was satisfied with that, he pulled his cock back and let the last few spurts of semen fall onto the lioness's face.

She leaned back and gulped down the load in her muzzle, then smiled up at Basel. The cum on her face ran down her cheeks and smeared her makeup, but she looked very pleased with herself.

"Now, what should I do with you, hon?" Basel asked, mostly to himself. "A women like you doesn't deserve a rack like that, and you are too damn good at sucking cock to be as rich as you are. How about I turn you into a dirty little whore so you can fuck all the time, and I'll make your interfering boyfriend into your pimp. Betcha you'd like that, don't you?" he asked, this time it was directed at her.

She looked up at him, reached up with her finger to scoop up a glob of cum for her face. She put it into her mouth and suckled gently on the digit. "You know what, hon? I think that's a pretty fucked up idea," she said in a sweet tone of voice.

Basel pulled back in surprise that she wasn't under his control. "What?" he asked.

"She said it was a bad idea; and I agree with her," Rye said.

The lynx spun around in surprise, sputtering slightly at the sight of the fox. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Stopping you," Rye replied, and with a sharp jab hit him across the side of his face. The man stumbled backwards a step, forgetting about the lioness behind him. She reached up and grabbed his short tail. With a quick pull, he fell back and landed hard on the restaurant floor.

Once he was on the ground, Panthera sat on his face, pinning his arms under her feet. "What should we do with him?" she asked with a smirk.

The fox chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. "I can see you have a few ideas of your own. What would you like to do with him?" he asked.

She looked at him with a knowing smile on her face. "I'm all hot and bothered, and it looks like you are too. This boy here likes to fuck random people; I think we should return the favor."

Rye laughed. "Wouldn't that be evil?" he asked with a smile. It wouldn't be that hard for him, but it might be more work for her.

With a huff she crossed her arms. "I guess you're right, we can't do a thing to him. Maybe we'll see if he would be interested in playing." She lifted her ass a bit and looked down at the other man. "Want to have some fun with us?" she asked him.

Basel blinked his eyes and snorted. "Fuck you," he hissed.

"I honestly can't tell if that's a yes or a no," she said.

Rye bent down to look at the man, his cock jutting lewdly outwards and glistening in the light. "We won't do anything to you. We'll just fix everything here and you'll be on your way."

The lioness nodded her head. "You only have to promise to no longer permanently change people unless they ask for it of their own free will," she added.

His eyes flicked between the two of them, a smile spreading along his face. "I call dibs on that hot ass of hers," he said with a lewd smile.

Rye and Panthera looked at each other and smiled. "I think that would be a lot of fun," she said, and then rose to her feet. The fox grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. "Make sure he can't run, and make it so if he tries to magic anyone, it will bounce back onto him," she whispered.

The fox smiled and let the magic out, easily setting up the spells she had requested and reinforcing the spell on the restaurant so people would be more eager to head home.

Basel came up behind them, a smile on his face. The fur on the tips of his ears vibrated in excitement. "You two are an interesting couple," he said.

"More than you know," Rye replied, sliding down to sit on the floor. He leaned back, his cock rising over a foot out of his crotch and as thick as a soda can.

The lioness licked her lips at the sight of it and straddled his legs. She lowered her body until the head of his cock started to push open the folds of her sex. With a moan she felt it spread her open and push her almost to the limit. It wasn't the largest cock she had taken but it was damn close. With a pleased gasp she settled down onto his hips.

Rye pulled her down into a kiss, their tongues wrapping around each other as she moved to lie on top of him. They held each other for a few seconds before she spread out her legs and lifted her tail high in the air.

Not one to ignore an obvious invitation, Basel licked his fingers and started to play with the pucker of her ass. They slid in with only a little resistance, a little magic from her lover aiding the passage. Once he was satisfied with her, he angled himself down and pressed the head of his cock against the hole.

She let out a surprised gasp as the thick head pushed past her sphincter, but it faded into a purr as the long shaft slid deep inside of her until he was up to his balls. She wiggled her body, feeling it sandwiched between the two men, filled like she almost never was. She eagerly kissed at Rye as she started to hump her pussy, the lynx behind her working his thrusts in opposition to the fox's.

Her body pistoned between the two men; as one cock slid out, another one slid back inside. Her copious juices ran freely over Rye's shaft and balls, her breasts nearly smothering him under her. Her tail wrapped around Basel's waist and stroked his heavy nuts.

Under her, Rye worked eagerly, his paws reaching out to rub at her massive breasts, teasing her nipples gently with his thumbs. He didn't twist or pull them, but instead ran his fingers over the hard gumdrop sized nubs and the rings that hung from them, teasing her more.

She bucked slightly against him, her lips pressing firmly against his as her passage clenched around his cock. Their tongues played with each other as he worked his erection in and out of her sex, finding it a joy with his oversized equipment.

Basel continued to work against her back, alternating between long slamming thrusts and short quick jabs at her ass. His arms reached down as he fucked her, his paws working up from her hips until he too was playing with her massive melons. He was more aggressive than the fox, pulling and twisting at her, all for his enjoyment.

As the fucking continued a smile crossed his face. The two lovers were enthralled with each other, enjoying themselves just as much as he was enjoying them, and not paying much attention to him at all. He bent down to lick at the back of her neck, and got close enough that he could whisper in her ear.

"You are a very good slut, so willing to be fucked, so easy to be fucked, almost like a doll," he told her as he increased the pace of his fucking. She gasped happily at the words, as he knew she would. He ignored the tingling that rushed down his spine.

Rye picked up his pace, a smile on his muzzle as he felt the magic bounce off his spells, wondering what the lynx was trying to do. He felt his balls starting to grow tighter at the base of his shaft as his knot pushed at the insides of her sex.

The lynx kept up his fucking, starting to pant hard as he pressed his weight against Panthera. The lioness moaned happily and humped back at the cock in her ass, purring to herself as he continued to whisper to her. "In fact once we both cum in you, you will turn into a doll. A big life-like, mindless, soulless, silicon doll that I can fuck to my heart's content. Your boyfriend will end up the same, but as a blow-up toy that I can sell."

Under her, the fox laughed and rocked against his love, holding tightly on her sides as he tied tightly to her. "I'm cumming," he needlessly groaned out, exploding inside of her. A moment later her body shook in orgasm, matching each other as they always did.

The feeling of the pair of them shaking in orgasm was too much for Basel. He slammed himself home; his cock plowed deep into her ass and started to rocket out cum a few seconds after the others. He let out a scream of pleasure, the feeling of magic rushing around him like never before.

Rye pressed himself up against the lioness, shaking as his oversized equipment continued to spew cum deep into her cunt. There was so much of it that it leaked out around his engorged shaft.

Above them Basel let out a sudden scream and ripped himself away from the couple, stumbling back and hitting an empty table. He crashed back over it and tumbled to the floor, his whole body shaking, almost convulsing.

Panthera and Rye turned as one to look at him, watching in surprise as his fur started to flatten out. The color of it grew brighter but the fur itself seemed to vanish. His body started to grow tenser, the muscle definition growing stronger over his body.

The lynx's mouth flapped as he tried to speak, but no words came out. His paws shook and flailed as his cock took on the telltale sheen of plastic, his nuts pulling tight to his body and swelling larger. His eyes started to glow like glass as his ears pulled to the side, and then he stopped moving. The change had barely taken thirty seconds.

"What happened?" Panthera asked.

Rye lifted his head and reached out with his magic. "It was the reflection spell. That's what he tried to turn you into, but it changed him instead."

She nodded and kissed his nose. "Can you turn him back... Not right now of course, but in a few days?"

The fox thought about it for a few seconds, then reached out with his magic. "I'm sorry, I can't. His soul is gone. The only thing left of him is the doll," he said, disappointment filling his voice.

"Then I'm glad he did it to himself and not to me. I don't like being turned into an object, not even temporarily," she said, slowly disengaging herself from his subsiding erection.

He nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "And I would have lost you, which would have caused a lot of pain for everyone," he said as she stood up and looked around the restaurant. Almost everyone had left now. Sadly, that included the fox couple that Basel had ruined.

The vixen had left behind a pair of ratty looking panties on the floor near where she had been fucked, Rye made a note to pick them up before they left. He could use them to find the fox couple; he knew Panthera wouldn't be happy if he didn't fix them.

The maitre d' was still on the table where he was left, passed out in his own cum.

"I'm sorry about ruining your night," he told his girlfriend.

She laughed and pulled up the top of her dress back over her huge breasts. "It wasn't ruined. Things were just moved up a bit. Let's get this place cleaned up and eat our dinner."

Rye shook his head. "After all of that, I'm not really hungry," he said.

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Story copyright 2009 by Panthera Leo (PantheraLioness at gmail.com), reposting and archiving are allowed as long as copyright notice and author'ss name are not removed. This story can not be published without permission of the author.