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I awoke this time from peaceful, lucid dreams to find myself curled up in bed with the strange book from the previous night's reading tucked between my thighs. I stretched and rolled out of bed naked, taking the book carefully back downstairs and replacing it on its place on the pedestal. I glanced at the floor and saw that the star-shaped marking in white from the night before was now gone. Thinking that perhaps my housemates had managed to return and had cleaned up, I called out their names as I scoured the entire house for them, room by room. But there was still no sign of them.

I found my sundress and sandals in one of the bedrooms upstairs and hastily got dressed. I suddenly wanted to be far away from this house as soon as possible. The thought of spending another night alone inside was unthinkable. I had no idea where my vixen friends were, and the more I thought of the events last night - the chants, the candles bursting into flames, the utter cries of delight, and the guttural sounds of something dark and foreboding - the more I suspected that they would not be returning. The last thing I wanted to do was subject myself to a lot of questions from local authorities for which I had no answers.

As soon as I had my fill of some fruit and nuts from the vixens' cupboards, I left the house and returned to Bourbon Street. As I walked back towards my villa cottage, I noticed others around me looking at me curiously. Some had strange smiles, others withering glances, and I wondered what it was about me that was different. I took their curiosity in stride and for the most part ignored the passersby. Quite soon, I managed to reach the cottages and hurried to my room. There was a scrawled note on the door, from Reno, asking where I was and that he would love to see me again before he left.

I stepped inside my room, quickly undressed, and went into the bathroom to shower. The warm water and silky soap felt good on my body, and I happily stayed in the steam until I finally felt...right? I must confess, there was something very strange about me just then. At that time, though, I really did not understand what was so wrong with me. My pulse was fine, I was not running a fever, and I did not notice any aches or pains. The only thing I noticed that seemed out of the ordinary was a subtle lightheadedness.

Perhaps I just needed to eat something more nourishing, I thought as I stepped dripping-wet from the shower and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Looking back at me was a monster and I shrieked.

My face was still dripping what looked like white paint. It dribbled down my cheeks and to my chin, and from my forehead, white streaks ran across both my eyes. I startled and backed away, my paws flying up to my face in horror, and I quickly wiped at the streaks and clumps, suddenly worried it was permanently on my fur. Thankfully, it was not and after a minute or two of rinsing in the sink, my face looked alright again.

"Had this happened at the house?" I asked my reflection, and I pondered again what had gone on the night before. I had seen this same white chalk elsewhere. Of course! The five-pointed star on the floor. Lost in my orgasm with the other girls, I had forgotten I had fallen to the floor. Perhaps I had gotten the chalk on me then. I had been in such a rush to leave the house the next morning, I had not had time to look at a mirror. That must have been it.

Feeling relieved, I took a washcloth and ran it over my face once more, just happy to see my green eyes and deep brown fur again. I looked at my reflection and giggled, "You are not leaving this cottage today, otter."

With luck, I could call Reno, invite him to my room, and we could order room service and make love all day. After last night's close call, I found I was still a little excited, warm, and frisky. In fact, very frisky. I closed my eyes and pawed gently over my folds, finding them swollen and quite hot. I licked my lips and thought again about the night before, when I had shared a bed with four beautiful vixens. Their tongues had been all over me, from head to toes, and I had especially felt great pleasure when the meekest of the girls, Prasha, had tucked her head between my legs and poked her tongue into my heat, driving me to a glorious, gushing climax against her muzzle.

I churred and continued rubbing myself, and the feeling of lightheadedness washed stronger over me. Worried that perhaps I was overdoing things, trying to force pleasure too quickly, I stopped my self-pleasure and started to walk out to call Reno.

Only...my feet were no longer on the floor.

In a sudden panic, I grabbed the sink and hyperventilated, looking wildly around the room, afraid perhaps the unseen monster from the night before was trying to capture me again. Seeing nothing, I focused instead on trying to calm my nerves and relax my body, and in time the dizziness was gone, and I could feel the floor beneath my feet again.

What was wrong with me?! I looked again in the mirror, but apart from my eyes looking a bit wild and crazed, there did not appear to be anything physical amiss. "Perhaps I need more sleep," I growled and returned naked and still wet to the bed to relax. The phone was at arm's length. I could easily pick it up, dial Reno's room, and ask the otter to come and stay with me.

However, I worried about my current state. Random bouts of dizziness was something not entirely new to me. I sometimes had them after long, deep, prolonged dives for pearls, shells, or other things on the ocean bottom back home, when I had held my breath too long or too many times. But I had not been diving recently - in fact, the only time I had gotten wet lately was in the shower just now.

No, perhaps seeing Reno could be a mistake. The last thing I wanted to do was get into this state while we were in the throes of orgasm together, and suddenly the otter, overzealous and overbearing as always, would call for medical aid.

I resigned myself to sleep, curled up in the soft cotton sheets, and it would be several hours and past dinnertime before I next opened my eyes.

**

I awoke, not realizing I had slept all day, and fumbled groggily for the phone to call for room service. I instead ended up knocking the receiver off the hook and breaking it on the floor. I growled and sat up, blinking my eyes blearily in the darkness, then glanced at the time.

It was after 8:00 PM. Whatever I had planned for my fourth day in New Orleans was not to be. I angrily cursed myself for getting so caught up with the vixens the night before and losing track of time. I was only staying in New Orleans another few days before my next flight to Las Vegas, and there was still so much I had wanted to see.

Throwing off the sheets, I stumbled from bed and slid on a pair of white panties, a deep blue flowered sarong and wrap, and a blue bikini top and sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror again as I put on a little makeup and perfume. If I was going to eat out tonight, I wanted to look my best, with no trace of the earlier, wild, strangely painted and dizzy otter from before.

Satisfied I looked and felt normal again, I left the room and headed over to Reno's to leave a note at his door, before leaving the cottage and taking a stroll in the Louisiana moonlight, intent on dinner. I was craving crayfish jambalaya and I attuned quickly to the smells around me, until I located a small bar about five blocks from the cottage, alive with jazz music, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of hard alcohol.

I walked inside and noticed many of the patrons sat at tables and chairs, either listening to the live band performing on a nearby stage, or eating and drinking amid casual conversation. Not in the mood to sit at a table in the semi-darkness, I instead went up to the main bar and took a precarious seat on one of the barstools.

The bartender, a handsome enough fox, swept over to give me a smile. "Well, hello there, lovely girl. What can I get for you?"

I smiled back. "Um...crayfish jambalaya?"

The fox laughed. "Excellent choice, ma chere. May I recommend a nice drink to go with that? How about a house specialty, just for you? You'll love it, I promise."

I propped my elbows on the bar-top and gave him my warmest smile. "As you like. I will trust you." He was quite built for a fox, with a broad chest, russet fur, beautiful dark locks of hair spilling shoulder-length. I began to feel a bit frisky sitting there watching him make my drink, and unconsciously rubbed my thigh. "Do you work here much later?"

Goodness. Was I trying to pick someone up? I had never been so bold before!

The fox looked sheepish and held up a paw. On one digit, sparkling in the bar lights, was a diamond ring. "Not to say you don't tempt me, Ms. Otter. If I were single, we'd be upstairs by now..."

I blushed and laid a paw on his arm. "Leilani."

He grinned. "You can call me Mike, hon." He set a glass filled with different colored liquids in front of me. "Sunset Screw. And just for being you, no charge." He turned away and started cooking my dinner on a small fire-lit stove. "I just hope you like it."

"I am sure I will." I took a sip of the strange drink, which tasted of pineapples, oranges, and sweet-tasting alcohol, and watched him from the back, his muscles working gorgeously under the apron, light jeans, and t-shirt. The feelings of friskiness washed over me once more, and I began to daydream about coming up and hugging behind him while he worked, running my paws down his trim stomach and finding him hard and wanting-

Another voice, with the unmistakable accent of the deep American South, cut through my erotic reverie. "Well, if'n you ain't the prettiest otter I've ever seen in mah life, then I ain't seen enough otters."

I turned to look at a rather large white-furred bovine, standing over seven feet tall, wearing a dapper white silk suit, blue tie, a cowboy hat, and the cheesiest grin that lit up his light blue eyes like sapphires.

I giggled softly. It does not matter who tells me I am beautiful. I am quite pleased and proud to hear it just the same, and it always makes me feel a little bashful. "Perhaps you have not," I countered playfully. He was quite handsome, a little older than me, with long, silver hair tied in a ponytail down his back, and a rather striking gold ring through his wide nose. The bull took the seat next to mine and this close, I could smell the undeniable scent of bovine musk and cologne.

"Well, maybe I oughtta get out yonder where otters like you come from then. Where might that be?"

I smiled. He was smooth, I had to admit. "Tahiti. The French Polynesian islands."

"Damn. You're sure a ways off from home, aren't ya? You in N'awlins for a visit?" He took a sip of beer from a mug and plunked down a gold coin on the counter.

"Just visiting, yes. I actually will be leaving for Las Vegas in a few days." I was rather glum saying that. I really had meant to spend a lot more time in New Orleans doing more than playing with Reno, and getting caught up with strange vixens in the night.

"Aww, don't fret none, pretty otter." He boldly brought a large brown hand up and cupped my chin. "Seems like you've already had yerself quite an adventure. And N'awlins ain't goin' nowhere. She'll still be here when ya wanna come back."

That was true enough. Perhaps when my world tour was over, I could return to North America. I rather liked the country and its denizens very much, and as I was already acclimated to Western culture thanks to the myriad tourists who visited my island, I felt at home here somehow.

I crossed my legs on the barstool and turned so I could face him. "I suppose once my travels are done, I might return, yes." As I was speaking, my dinner arrived and when Mike saw whom I was talking to, he quickly stammered an apology for the lateness of the food and that there would be no charge. I thanked him and dug into my crayfish, ravenous.

The bull watched me for some moments, drinking his beer, and I began to feel a little uncomfortable eating in front of him. I held out my plate. "Would you like some?"

He just shook his head and chuckled. "No, you indulge, ma'am. You look so happy eating it."

I said through a mouthful, "Yes, very much. This is my newest love. The spices are so amazing. They remind me some of Indian curry dishes."

"Have you been to India then?"

I shook my head. "It is not on my itinerary, no. Have you?"

The bull laughed heartily. "More times than I care to count. Got a big oil field down there I gotta see now and then, just to make sure the workers are doin' their jobs." He tipped his hat gallantly to me. "The name's Ludwig Bullworth Jackson the Fourth."

I smiled. "Leilani Perierre...um...the First."

Ludwig's eyes widened. "Leilani. Shoulda known a pretty otter like you'd have a name like that. Flowers from Heaven. Damned if that don't fit you to a T."

I blushed. The bull was really pouring on the charm, but I found I liked him immediately. He was handsome and engaging, and deep down the first stirrings of sexual desire spread through my body. From what I knew about bovines, they were well-endowed creatures, and the thought of a throbbing, very long, hard, and thick bovine sex filling me to rapture was becoming difficult not to think about.

I crossed my legs again, tucking a paw between them while I finished my meal, and felt a bit of heat there. He must have noticed my wanting because he moved closer and nuzzled my cheek. "You wouldn't like to maybe find a nice quiet table in the back and talk to a total stranger like me would ya, 'Lani?"

His cologne was poignant, but it was arousing me just the same. I consented and he took my arm gently, leading me through the steady throng of revelers until we found a secluded table in the far back. He called for a waitress and placed several gold coins in her paw, instructing her to bring more beer and another Sunset Screw for me.

By the fourth drink, I was feeling quite giddy indeed, and when Ludwig nestled close to me, laid a hand on my stomach, and said softly into my ear that his hotel was not far from here, I readily accepted the invitation.

As we walked down the sidewalk with our arms around one another, I noticed the giddiness had turned once more to that now-familiar lightheaded feeling, and I was glad when we finally reached a rather swanky, regal-looking hotel and he led me inside. I think at this point I really wanted to just rest and try to get whatever strange bug was inside of me, causing these peculiar sensations, to leave.

He stopped at the main counter and asked if there were messages. The bellboy, a white bunny, looked harried and nervous as he replied, and the bull laughed heartily and tossed him a gold coin.

I did not think I could handle stairs in my inebriated state, and the bull was quick to get a shiny gold and glass elevator to stop for us. As we went up, I remarked how lovely a hotel this was.

"Thanks," he said with a cheesy grin. "Bought it yesterday."

I looked aghast for a moment. "So when you meant your hotel, you really meant...um...y-your hotel." I giggled girlishly and the whole elevator seemed to pitch and sway. "I do not...feel very good..."

Ludwig took my arm gently to steady me. "Maybe had too many of those Sunset Screws, lovely lady. Come on. My floor's up top in the penthouse. I can make you some coffee and start a warm bath. Don't fret none. I take great care of my guests."

I churred softly and nuzzled his shoulder, pleased someone was willing to indulge me so kindly and considerately. We stepped off the elevator as it stopped approximately twenty floors up and the bull practically carried me in his arms to a large circular sofa-bed. With gentle care, he undressed me until all I wore were the panties and bikini top.

"Now just hang right here and I'll get you that coffee. Got a nice hot-tub right over here for you too, 'Lani."

I nodded weakly and closed my eyes, trying to get myself under some bit of control. The room was still swaying but not as much, but the dizzying feeling from before had not gone away. I listened to the sounds in the kitchen as Ludwig prepared coffee and stretched out on my side, very comfortable. I felt him move past me and opened my eyes to watch him light a small candle and hold it up to a hollow section of the wall. Instantly a roaring flame shot up and soon a fireplace was going steadily, cracking and spitting tiny orange embers.

"There we go, 'Lani. Feeling better yet?"

"My head...still feels...odd. Last night I-" I nearly bit my tongue on the last of that. I had no idea if I could really trust the bull, and I did not think it wise to explain my dalliances with mysterious vixens who were there one moment and gone the next. I quickly relived the moments from the time they seemingly left the house to the next morning. I had slept quite peacefully, yes, but I had also- "I...I really did not have a very good time," I continued, careful with my words. "I spent a lot of time reading in an uncomfortable house and could not fall asleep right away."

Ludwig returned to me with two steaming mugs of coffee and helped me sit up so I could drink. "I read quite a bit myself. What were you reading, some hot romance novel?"

I chuckled as I took several sips. I was feeling better now, and the dizziness was nearly faded. "Noooo, silly bull. Something else. It was...um...hmm, I am not sure really. It was a book that told me how to do things, like..." Now I did remember something. It was strange that I had recalled it at just that moment. The mysterious tome had glowed for quite some time as I read in its light, and words I at first did not understand became all too clear. One particular section of the book, not more than five pages, had intrigued me the most, and it was those pages I had studied the hardest.

But I had found it to be complete and utter nonsense.

I realized I had not said anything in some time, and Ludwig was looking at me expectantly. "I...I guess I am not sure what I was reading, because it made no sense to me."

The bull set down his mug and snuggled in closer to me. "'Lani, I've seen sure as sundown just about anything you can think of in this great world of ours. To me, nothing is impossible. If'n there's a book of it, then someone believes in whatever's there in the pages pretty strongly." I nodded, not really sure what he was saying at all, In the corner of the large room, a sweet-smelling, bubbling hot-tub was becoming hard to ignore. He noticed my longing gaze and nuzzled my cheek again. "Come on, pretty otter. Let's get you in the tub and soaking, and you'll be right as rain again in no time flat."

I smiled and allowed the sweet bull to help me up from the sofa, and I leaned on him as I removed first my bikini top and then my panties. Unabashed at his eyes upon me, I padded naked to the water and slowly immersed myself into its steaming heat. "Oh gods, this is lovely," I churrred deeply, instantly aroused by the water, and laid back in the tub until I was neck-deep. My bare breasts barely broke the surface, and I gasped as several bubbles titillated my nipples. I spread my legs out and a sudden rush of heat from the jets dabbled at my sex. "Ohhh..." I shuddered hard and shoved a paw down under the water to work at my folds.

"N-now...don't get yourself all riled up there, 'Lani," Ludwig said softly, his eyes riveted to my breasts as he began to undress as well. Soon he was naked, except for his cowboy hat, and between his legs, a huge, thick pink erection bobbled, nearly a foot long. He stood there, caressing his enormous organ for me, and then walked over to the tub and settled himself in across from me. He took one of my feet into his hands and massaged it from toes to heel, then pressed it close to his nose to kiss. "Feeling better?"

I started to answer, but then I felt a sudden wave of dizziness attack me again, and this time it was strong enough to make me wish I were unconscious. "Oh my..." I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as the room begin to spin again. Suddenly, for no reason at all, I thought of the book I had been reading the night before, the pages I had been so intrigued by. Softly, as though afraid my voice might break, I said, "Conja levita."

The dizziness suddenly passed and I felt I could open my eyes again. Only something felt different. For one thing, I was no longer in the tub. Ludwig was looking up at me like a caught trout. I slowly lifted my head and realized I was now suspended in the air a few feet above the tub. My eyes widened in sudden fear and I quickly reached out with my legs to grab his shoulders. "Ludwig...?" I whispered, my face filled with horror. "What is happening?"

The bull looked at me a few minutes more in consternation then slowly began to smile. "Well, I'll be...I thought I'd seen everything but I guess I shoulda known a N'awlins girl like you'd have at least a little working knowledge of magic."

I looked at him in confusion - and then complete understanding. "Magic? Was that what I was reading the other night? This is all real? I...I...I can fly?" The reality sunk in, whatever force was holding me up left, and I fell into the tub with a loud splash.

Ludwig quickly got me up and held onto me until I could catch my breath again. "I don't rightly know, pretty otter. Say that stuff again and let's see what happens."

I nodded and repeated the words again. But this time nothing happened.

"From what I know of magic, Lani," Ludwig explained, "You gotta really focus your mind on it. It's gotta be the most important thing in your head. You gotta feel it, not just in your head but in your heart. You gotta want to do it. Wait, hang on..." He let go of me, sloshed out of the tub, and went over to the fireplace. He poked around the wood for a moment until a small stick came up, still glowing. He retrieved it, blew the glowing ashes away, then presented it to me with a flourish. "Your magic wand, m'lady."

I giggled and rolled my eyes as I took the stick from him. "I do not think this will work..."

Ludwig grinned and pressed close to me in the water, and his erection pushed against my stomach. "Maybe we'uns need to just warm up first..."

We started kissing, long, deep, engaging kisses of heat and passion. I slipped my arms around him and my breasts mashed against his chest. He moaned and helped me into his lap, until I could hook my feet around his legs. I was frisky beyond belief now, and wanted him inside me. "Conja...levita..." I moaned, and wiggled the stick in my paw for effect.

Slowly, both the bull and I rose up from the water, and I yelped and latched around his neck as we floated above the tub. "Oh gods...I..."

"Shhh!" Ludwig stopped my words with another kiss. "Don't think about it...just let the magic flow, Leilani. I want to make love to you so much...you have no idea how much..."

I whimpered and gave in to passion, kissing him hard, rocking in his lap, as we stayed suspended in mid-air. Soon, all around us, other items began to float and join our erotic dance. Candles, several books from the shelves, loofahs from the hot-tub, and our clothes. I laughed between kisses and waved my "wand", and an iridescent blue glow emerged from the tip, washing our bodies in brilliant strange light that cast eerie shadows on the walls.

I felt incredible. Power, like nothing I had ever felt before, flowed through my very soul. Ludwig slowly turned in the air and pulled himself across until his head was nestled between my legs, and I moaned as his nose pushed at my folds, and his tongue soon burrowed inside me to taste my juices. I rolled over until I was on my stomach, and kicked back and forth, lost in lust. I was going to cum so hard, and I knew it all had to be because of this strange magic. I closed my eyes and shuddered as a gush of my cum burst from my folds and spattered against my lover's face. He groaned and wrapped his hands around my waist, drinking sweet cream from my folds in long, steady licks.

In time, the euphoric orgasms slowed and then faded completely. As I floated there, spent, gasping for breath, I felt with my feet for his sex and squeezed it tight between my soles. He needed release and I knew what I wanted to do.

Still feeling the magic, I rolled back over until I could wrap my legs around his waist. I looked into his eyes with nothing but want, and the bull gently moved his hips and floated forward until I could feel the beginning of his hardness pushing into me. I gasped as more and more of his flesh eased into me, and felt quite filled in no time. I tightened my legs around him, and in the soft candlelight and sweet glow from my new magic, we made love.

**

We snuggled, still in mid-air, and I realized just then I had to find a way to get us back down to the floor again somehow. Were it not for the ceiling above us, who knew how far up we could have gone. The idea that I could have accidentally unleashed my new-found power while we were walking to the hotel, and sent us soaring to incredible heights, frightened me greatly.

I thought hard to remember more words from the book I had read, and with practiced ease I was soon able to reverse the magic and bring everything - including Ludwig - crashing down to the floor. The bull landed in the hot-tub and I giggled and floated down slowly next to him, stroking his cheek. "Are you alright? I am sorry. This takes getting used to."

Ludwig grinned and took me into his arms in the tub, and in no time was filling me once more with his flesh. I growled lustfully and wrapped myself around him as we made love again, and this time I kept my power in check.

"Simply magical night, 'Lani," he whispered against my face several moment later, in the afterglow. "Simply...magical..."

I kissed him deeply, lowered myself down on his sex, and took him once more before sleep overtook us both and we nestled against one another in the cooling water, lost in our dreams and fantasies.