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[b][u][center]An Uninformed Pledge

Part 3

For DariusWhitefur

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Joe didn’t know what he was going to say when he finally got Melody alone. All he knew was that he had to talk to someone, someone that wouldn’t think that he was totally insane. That was probably going to happen anyway, but if there was one person that wouldn’t think he was bat-shit insane, it was probably the freckle-faced girl in front of him. He followed her lead as she dragged him along to the private study rooms, trying to ignore the fairy that was following just behind his head.

Storvinar was still humming to himself, the fox-headed, squirrel-tailed fae creature hovering right behind his head and likely smirking to himself. Joe didn’t know what the fae wanted, but he knew that there was going to be mischief from his presence. He just hoped that it wasn’t going to make his problem worse.

Trying to ignore the throbbing dog dick between his legs, he pushed down on it, trying to keep it from showing so much. Storvinar whispered in his ear.

“You know that it’s going to get worse. Come on. Why don’t I help you get a little relief, hmm?” the fae said.

A little flick of its fingers, and Joe gasped as he felt something like a hand on his pants. He looked down, seeing no bulge, no movement, but he could still feel his balls moving, lifting and lowering, feeling like someone was groping them and tugging them around. He whimpered under his breath, shaking his head as he tried to ignore the feeling.

It was all but impossible, forcing him to lean on the wall for a moment. Melody turned, her green dress lifting from the fast twist, and she put a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re moaning enough that you sound like you belong at the nurse’s place.”

“I’m going to be okay. Gotta…gotta talk…”

“You sure?”

“Sure as I can be.”

She nodded slowly, gently pulling him up and giving him a little support. He swore that she should have been able to smell the stink of dog cock and pre-cum at this point, but if she did, she didn’t show any awareness of it. He just lowered his head, trying to keep himself from making any more moans.

[i]God…why…why…[/i]

His cock and balls kept churning, the magic spell that Storvinar was using making his balls swell and throb all the more. He swore that the fuzzy things were begging to blow their load already, despite cumming deep in Marco’s ass less than an hour ago. The fact that he was so pent up was driving him mad.

[i]Think…think…[/i]

Not an easy thing to do when you were this horny, that was for sure. He groaned, shaking his head.

Finally, Melody got them to one of the study rooms. She pushed the door open with her hip, then carried him through, sitting him down on one of the chairs. Groaning, Joe leaned his head back, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. The operative word being try.

He shivered as she sat down, looking at her and seeing her breasts through the dress. Some part of him wanted to rip her clothes off and rut her right over the table, to fuck her and put her under him as his bitch. That part was getting more and more intense, he realized, and it was making it harder and harder for him to focus through it. Think, he told himself. Think and speak, otherwise this is going to get worse.

“Melody. I need – nngh – I need help.”

“Sure. What’s going on? Lizard people plant eggs in your butt?” she asked, chuckling.

“Mmmph. No. But…but it’s almost that weird,” he said, shaking his head.

“Well, you came to me, so I expected weird. What’s going on?”

“You…you are going to have to promise…to hear it through all the way,” he said, grunting as he gritted his teeth, clenching at the edge of the table. God, he swore that he was getting claws from how his fingernails were getting longer and longer. “Please…promise me.”

“…I can promise that, sure. Why? What’s going on?”

“It’s a…it’s a long story…”

He panted as his balls were finally released. Storvinar hovered over at the other side of the table now, focusing his attention on Melody. That didn’t make Joe feel any better, but he hoped that the fae’s ‘fun’ was more focused on him than her.

With his balls finally going unmolested, he gave her the story. He told her about the way that he had been invited back to one of the frats, given the chance to join. He told her about how he had been tied up and then inflicted with a spell, made to do things that he didn’t want to do. He even told her about the fact that he had a dog dick now, and that it was throbbing hard under the table as they spoke.

The only thing that he left out was the fact that he had fucked Marco. He didn’t want her to find out about that. Not yet. Not when he could barely believe that he’d actually fucked another guy.

The longer that he talked, the more that Melody stared at him. Her eyes widened, then her mouth fell open as the story went on. But there was something else, something…something hot in the air.

He smelled it several times as he went through the story, but he didn’t pay attention until he caught it towards the end. It was hot and thick, something that went right down to his dog dick and begged for it to sit up and pay attention. He blinked, then slowly looked down. Melody’s nipples were standing out hard at her chest, and as he breathed in again, he realized what he was smelling.

He was smelling her arousal.

“Melody…are you okay?” he whispered.

“Oh yeah…Yeah, I’m good,” she said with a giggle and a smile. “Oh, you’ve been…you’ve been a naughty boy…”

[i]What the – oh, you fucker…you little shit…[/i]

There was Storvinar, casting a spell on Melody from the corner of the room. The fae was grinning at him, winking. He must have decided that he knew best, and –

“Could you show me?”

His eyes just about popped out of their sockets at that request, and he turned to stare, his mouth working soundlessly as he looked Melody right in the eye. There was no way that he could have heard that right, no way in hell.

“You…what?”

“You said you have a dog dick. Can you show me?”

“You…I…what?”

“Come on…If you’re saying that…that you’re changing…I gotta have some proof, right?” Melody asked with a blush, her cheeks turning a bright pink beneath her freckles. “And we’re alone, so…why not just…take them off…”

She gestured to his pants, and he blushed worse as his cock throbbed all the harder at exposing it to his long-time friend. His cheeks burned even hotter as he realized how much he wanted to, how much he wanted to take it out and have some more fun. His balls felt so pent-up, so full, and he knew that it was part of the curse, but that almost didn’t matter. Almost.

He tried to back away, to reach for the door, but Melody was already across the room. She looked almost drunk with her red cheeks and glazed eyes, but she made it quite clear with one little gesture what she wanted. Reaching down and cupping his cock, she rubbed it slowly, pulling on it gently, dragging him towards her again. She backed up from the door slowly, pulling him by his balls through his pants, and he shivered as his cock grew all the harder, the tip starting to darken his pants.

The little fae only chuckled more into his hand.

Joe tried to find the words to argue with his friend, to make Melody realize what she was doing, but there was nothing that he could say. She kept rubbing him, her arousal climbing more and more, until the smell of it was all that he could make out in the small room. He blushed at the way that it affected him, making his cock all the harder, more eager to breed, his balls churning worse than ever.

She pulled up her dress as she leaned back against the table, showing off her pussy through her panties. They were already soaked with her juices, and he realized that there was no getting away from her now. She wanted this, and she wanted him, and she was going to take him. Or at the very least, make sure that he couldn’t leave without taking her.

Her finger dragging up and down his cock didn’t make it any easier, particularly as he felt the tingles running through his legs and up and down his spine. There was something more to the curse on him, something that was slowly expanding. The fur that he had felt along his crotch and spine was spreading, and he swore that there was a small bump growing at the base of his spine.

Yet, for all that, his cock was taking control. He couldn’t think. Panting, he reached down to his crotch, slowly pulling at the zipper and then flicking the button. His cock had already pushed past the edge of his underwear, in full view as Melody looked down and gasped.

“It’s real. It’s really real.”

“Mmmph…”

“I can’t believe it.”

“B-believe it,” Joe muttered, huffing softly as he pulled his underwear down a little, hooking it behind his balls. “I just…I can’t…”

“You need to breed.”

Breed. The word clicked in the back of his head and he moaned out loud, his cock throbbing harder, the tapered tip starting to ooze harder, pre-cum running down his shaft like mad. He moaned as he hunched forward, grabbing her by the hips, grinding his cock against her pussy slit through her panties.

God, he needed to fuck. He needed to fuck hard, and fuck deep, and he needed it now. She was so slimy down there, so wet already from whatever the fae had done to her, and he knew that it was only going to get more extreme as the moments ticked by. He should pull back, put his cock away, look for help…

But fuck, he couldn’t think anymore. All his blood was going to the little head, not the big head, and his cock was in charge.

Joe almost fell over his old friend, holding her legs apart. Her eyes were glazed, and she was so out of it that some part of him knew that this couldn’t really be consent. She wanted it, but only because of the magic. Yet, he was so far into the curse that he did not care. His cock was in charge, and it needed to cum. It needed to breed. It needed to rut.

He pushed her legs apart further, rubbing against her slit. He felt the slime down there, the eagerness to be fucked, and he pressed the tapered head of his cock against her slit. Her underwear started flexing, bending as he pushed against her, trying to keep his cock from sliding in. The cotton dented slightly as he pushed, going into her a little. She moaned, and that was all that Joe needed to hear.

Thrust!

One hard push, and the fabric of her panties ripped, leaving a hole for him to use. She gasped, arching her back, moaning out loud.

“Oh, Joe…”

He grunted as he fell over her, humping her hard and fast, faster than any dog might have done. The wetness of her sex, the way that it just clamped at him, keeping him inside, was so good, just as good, maybe better than what had happened with Marco. The smell of a wet bitch was getting stronger, too, encouraging him to keep going.

The fact that Melody was completely aroused by it helped him forget that the fae had been responsible for this, and allowed him to fall into the mindless rutting and humping. He panted as he leaned forward, his tongue starting to hang out of his mouth as he felt the pleasure rising between his legs. His balls churned like mad, and his cock throbbed harder and harder. A knot was already forming at the base, begging to be slammed into the little slut under him, forcing her to take his load.

As he humped in and out, in and out, that little bump on the base of his spine continued to grow, swelling bigger and bigger as the seconds ticked by. He groaned under his breath as he tried to figure out what it was, but it was completely blanked out by the rut that he was going through, the need to fuck, the need to thrust. His hands clenched tighter around Melody’s hips, pulling her closer to him.

Holding her down, he could feel his hands changing slightly, something going on with his palms, his fingers. They were slowly warping, becoming something different, something more bestial. The tips of his nails started to sharpen, becoming claws, and he shivered as he realized that this was taking him further down the bestial path.

Yet, he couldn’t stop. No matter how hard he tried, his cock was completely in charge. It hammered him forward, deeper, harder, faster, making him thrust and fuck like a dog, and just like a dog.

In and out, in and out he went, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his balls churning, his pre-cum flowing. Melody moaned under him again and again, gasping as he bottomed out inside of her, shivering as his knot slapped against her sex again and again. She pushed herself up to get it deeper, and he could feel her stretching around his cock, begging for more.

He ground down into her, feeling her hole opening for him, feeling it stretching, feeling it going further and further apart. His dog cock was shaping her for his pleasure, for the pleasure of the beast.

[i]For the pleasure of the curse.[/i]

He moaned, his furry balls bouncing off her ass, feeling her juices running along his shaft, the heat, the warmth, the tightness dragging him closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. He leaned down, moaning into her neck, feeling her clenching around him. Her fingers gripped at his back, scratching at him through his shirt.

“Cum…”

She whispered to him, and he moaned, feeling his cock jerking, twitching, pulsing inside of her. Some part of him was still trying to hold back, to keep from giving into the madness, but she said it again.

“Cum in me…”

And he lost control. Joe slammed in, his knot popping past her outer lips and sealing with her. He moaned as she clenched down on him, and they came together. And they came hard.

He swore that it felt almost like an explosion down there as his cock started pulsing like mad, squirting again and again and again. His balls rose, fell, and rose again as everything pulsed with pleasure. Joe gasped, feeling some of his seed swirling around his cock down there, the knot holding everything in.

Melody was no better, he realized, and she moaned with him as she rolled her hips up against his crotch, pressing her body to him, holding herself on his knot. She was still deep in the grips of the faerie spell, and he shivered as he wondered what she would be like when she snapped out of it.

“Feel better?”

The fae. Storvinar. He looked up at the hybrid creature, panting softly as it flitted about his head. He glared, shaking his head.

“Oh? Do you need another, then?”

“No! I didn’t want to do this in the first place.”

“Ah, but you needed it. I could sense it. Feel it.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s right! She didn’t want it!”

“But she did. I made sure she did.”

“That’s not – nnnngh…”

Melody didn’t react to his sudden growl, his sudden gritting of teeth, and that confirmed that she was still completely out of it, panting as she recovered from her orgasm. For Joe, however, the ‘fun’ had just begun. He could feel the bump on the base of his spine growing longer, pushing out. As he reached under his shirt, he could feel the start of a tail, feel it slowly growing up and curling along the curves of his spine. He groaned under his breath, shaking his head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“You did not get into this willingly?” Storvinar asked, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s a curse! I don’t…I didn’t…”

“Ah, then this is more than mere mischief.”

“You think? I –”

Ring ring, ring ring.

He blinked, slowly looking down at his jeans around his ankles. His phone was ringing. Who would be calling him now?

With his knot still buried deep inside of his old friend, Joe had to wiggle his legs up, pulling his jeans up until the pockets were in reach. He opened one, pulling his phone out, and flicked it open, putting it to his ear.

“Who the hell is this?”

“[i]It’s me. Levi.[/i]”

He gritted his teeth in pure rage at the sound of the frat’s leader. His other hand clenched into a fist, and he felt his new claws grinding against the palm of his hand.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“[i]I thought I would check in with you, see how the curse is going. You have been playing with it, I assume.[/i]”

“You asshole.”

“[i]You wished to be part of the frat. We are giving you what you need.[/i]”

“You’re turning me into a rapist!”

“[i]Then it would behoove you not to get caught, would it not?[/i]”

“You – I swear, I’m going to find a way to fix this.”

“[i]Yes, you can swear as much as you like. But if you do not make it through this little test, then you will not merely be a member of the frat. You will be the mascot animal. After all, this little spell does not merely give you pleasure.[/i]”

“You…you…”

“[i]And do let us know who you end up rutting. It will be good for the rest of us if we can bring them in afterwards, considering that they will be changing, too.[/i]”

“What?!”

“[i]Goodbye, Joe.[/i]”

Click. The phone call ended, and he was left staring at his cell. Others would be changing? He whipped his head back down, and his eyes went wide.

There, right where his knot was locked, was evidence that Levi wasn’t lying to him. The other man had been telling the truth. His cock was no longer locked into a woman’s pussy, but a bitch’s, her sex having changed sometime between when he got on the phone and when he got off. Now, it was a puffy, darkened bit of flesh, the sort of thing that one would see between the hind legs of a breeding bitch rather than between the legs of a woman. His cheeks burned as he realized that his cock was still hard for her, rather than softening.

She groaned, and when she looked up at him, she looked at him with eyes that were clear of magic. He blushed.

“Uh…hi.”

“…Hi,” she said, shaking her head. “Did I do something stupid?”

“Um…probably. But no more stupid than me.”

“…”

She slowly sat up, looking down.

“We had sex?”

“Um…a bit…more than that,” he admitted. “What do you remember?”

“You told me that you were changing and…and after that, things get really fuzzy.”

“Can I borrow your phone? Just put on the camera.”

Melody nodded, pulling it from one of the custom pockets on her dress. She tapped it a couple of times, then passed it up to him. Holding the record button, he passed it over her dress, then down to the space between her legs. He made sure to show off just how much he had changed, then showed her what her pussy had become. It was a bit more of an intimate show than he wanted to do, but he figured that she needed to see everything, not just the bit that he had become.

When he passed it back, she looked a bit anxious. No surprise. He blushed as he turned it around, letting her see what had happened to her down there.

As soon as she saw the screen, her eyes went wide. She gasped, she gaped, and she shook her head.

“Joe…Joe, what the hell did you do to me?” she whispered, her eyes locked with the screen.

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know?!”

“Well, I did just get cursed last night, and…”

“And you thought it’d be a good idea to fuck me?!”

“It’s not my fault!”

“Oh, sure, there’s fuck-fairies around that are making you do it.”

The fact that she was more right than she knew was pure frustration for him, but there was nothing that he could say to prove that it was happening. Nor was there anything that he could do to make it better.

Not even letting her kick him, which he did allow.

POP!

They both screamed as the knot came free, him collapsing to his knees, her cupping her crotch. They huffed and puffed, wincing at the sudden pain that came from almost ripping a dick off and almost pulling someone’s pussy inside-out.

#

Ten minutes later, he was walking through the library with his cock feeling somewhere past swollen and his ego feeling bruised and battered. He groaned as he felt the faerie following him, looking over his shoulder from time to time to see Storvinar there. The fae hybrid was tapping its chin, almost like it was thinking of something. Several times, he felt tempted to ask, but he never did. It wasn’t something that he wanted to tempt fate with.

Joe left the library, and was about to head to the parking lot when he saw Marco’s familiar silhouette walking down the path. He blushed, trying to turn away, but it was too late. His flamboyant friend grabbed him by the shoulder.

“We need to talk,” Marco said.

“Oh god, not about what happened earlier.”

“Oh, about what happened earlier, alright, but not the way that you think.”

“…What happened?”

“You know how you shoved a knot up my ass earlier?”

He blushed worse, rubbing his cheeks.

“Not in public. Please, not in public.”

“There’s no one around, and I’m not the one that needs to be embarrassed about this. Not even with the fact that you gave me a dog butt.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“My pretty little asshole is now a smooth, puckered, puffy, dog-hole,” Marco said, crossing his arms. With someone so big and stocky, it looked particularly silly, but he pulled it off well. His lips pursed, thoughtfully, but also in a pouty fashion. “Do you have any idea of how ridiculous that looks?”

“…Probably…”

“What happened, and why?”

“Um…uh…”

“Ah, I think I should start clearing things up,” Storvinar said, and Marco jumped, staring at the little thing floating in midair. “Yes, yes, I am a faerie. Take a good look; it’ll help you believe the other, more impossible parts.”

“…Well, at least I’m not the only flamboyant one anymore,” Marco said.

“Oh, yes. I like you.”

“Nnngh.” Joe groaned under his breath. “What’s the point of this?”

“I can see that this magic is getting out of control, and that [i]someone[/i] is breaking the rules. We will need some help with that, and it seems only right that I give aid after making the situation worse. And there is only one place I can think to go.”

“And where’s that?” Joe asked.

“To the Madame Shadowstorm.”

#

Madame Shadowstorm, or Marie, as Storvinar later mentioned being her name, didn’t live very far from the campus, it turned out. She made her place of residence a little loft of an apartment about three blocks away, above an herbal remedy shop that was owned by someone else. Storvinar flitted up to the window several stories above street level, telling them to wait. Joe and Marco were happy enough to do that, particularly Joe, considering his tail was getting harder and harder to hide, and some of the transformations were running up his belly and down his legs. Fur did not like being contained, and it was [i]hot.[/i]

He sweated as he waved his clawed fingers in front of his face to stir the air, and Marco watched him the whole time. He blushed every time that he was made to remember another bit of his own transformation, and looked away.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“Oh, for the sex?” Marco waved his hand. “I’m not usually a bottom, but I have problem being there. It was fun.”

“I meant the curse.”

“Oh, get over it. So I have a dog-butt. It’s going to get fixed.”

“…You’re that okay with it?”

“I’m a whimsical creature. I’ll be furious about something one moment, then utterly fine with it the next. I’m a creature of flight and fancy.”

“And a creature of cheap silks,” Joe said with a small chuckle.

“All I can afford, baby. All I can afford.”

The door clicked behind them, but no one left. Joe and Marco exchanged a look, only for Marco to push the door open and step inside. The shop was empty, but there was a flicker of light at the back of the establishment, right by a ladder that seemed to lead up.

“Guess that’s our way in,” Marco said, stepping inside. “Pearls before swine, darling.”

There was nobody to bother them in the herbal shop, and they went straight up the ladder. Marco stepped off first, offering Joe a hand, and they groaned as they looked around Madame Shadowstorm’s place. It was a small studio apartment, the sort that usually belonged to starving artists or young people getting their first place.

Madame Shadowstorm, however, was not young. She was at least in her fifties, and she sat behind a desk like a stern taskmistress, a quill in one hand and the other pressing down on a piece of parchment. Her dark skin looked even darker compared to the white business suit she wore, and despite how well-endowed she was in the chest, there was not even one sexual thought passing through Joe’s mind.

She gave them one look, and then sighed.

“Lovely. It seems someone’s breaking the rules again,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead.

“…Several questions,” Marco started to say, only for Madame Shadowstorm to point at him.

“Shut up.”

“But I’m cursed too.”

“You’re incidentally cursed, collateral damage. Storvinar…”

The fae shrunk back a bit, looking a little embarrassed and even afraid as the dark-skinned woman turned to glare at him.

“I didn’t realize at first. It was a mistake.”

“You aren’t there to indulge. You are there to keep an eye on things. And not just for me.”

Joe felt like he was in the dark more than ever, but he didn’t dare say anything. As it stood, it felt like he was barely allowed here by the skin of his teeth, and if he made a mistake, he’d be kicked out with no help.

The faerie winced slightly, looking down and away, and then Marie looked at them. He almost wished that she had continued berating the faerie instead.

“You.” She pointed her quill at Joe. “When did this happen, and where?”

“Last night, at…at a frat-house.”

“One that might have been run by a Mr. Levi Blackthorn?”

“…Yes, how did you know?”

“He has been a regular, pardon the phrase, thorn in my side. As a warlock, he believes that the regular rules do not apply to him. He is wrong, but he continues to push his luck and his boundaries.”

“So, um, is there a way that you can get rid of the curse?”

“I can do no more than tell you what [i]you[/i] need to do to fix the curse. To go further would be to break the rules myself.”

Joe groaned, only to immediately stifle the sound as Marie’s eyes narrowed on him.

“Sorry.”

“You best be. The rules are there for a reason. One person breaking them does not mean that another is free to do the same. The more that they are broken, the less meaning they have, and the less one can hold another to account through them.”

“It’s just…Nnngh…”

He hissed, biting his lips as he felt the tingles of the curse running through him again, running up his spine. His ears were starting to flick around more, lengthening slowly, and his spine was cracking and popping repeatedly. He slumped forward, trying to hold back, but it was getting harder and harder to stay upright. Marie shook her head.

“I assumed it was something like this. A bestial transformation. Levi broke the rules by making it contagious, but the spell itself is fairly standard.”

“Nnngh…”

“How do we fix it?” Marco asked. “You said you can tell us that much, so, honey, how the hell do we turn this around?”

“That will require a bit of explaining. We’ll wait for him to finish shifting to a four-legged form, however; I do not wish to go through this more than once, and he is currently quite distracted.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Storvinar is not done with his mischief, and he encourages Joe to have a little fun. The consequences aren’t so enjoyable, however, and the fae decides to be of proper help.

Tags: M/F, TF, transformation, human, canine anatomy, faerie, fairy, vaginal, orgasm, cum, curse, miniseries, college, knotting, magic, mind control,