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Gothetta and Edmund sit at the kitchen table, the doe carefully copying the text on the two papers retrieved from the jewelry box. With a few final flicks from her ink feather she sets it down with a pleased smile.

“All done!”

Edmund glances over to the papers, the angular text still indecipherable to him.

“Might be a good idea to double check your work. Wouldn’t want you to mess up the ritual to desummon me over a typo. Send me back to the center of a volcano or something.”

“I’ll have Urmine check over it when she gets back. Not like there’s any need to worry, I’ve always been an excellent scribe, better than Urmine even if she doesn’t want to admit it. Big bear paws don’t lend themselves well to delicate swirls and flowing lines.”

“Better make sure she doesn’t hear that.” He replies with a chuckle.

As if on cue the door to the cabin swings open and in steps Urmine, her feet and hands covered in clumps of moist soil.

“Don’t hear what?” She asks.

Gothetta puts on a disarming smile.

“Nothing sister, it was nothing.”

“Uh huh.” She grunts in response.

“Is mother’s grave all tidied up?” Asks the doe.

“It is. I put the nails back in and covered her up. Even picked a few purple daisies from the forest and laid them at her headstone. Everything is right as rain dear sister.”

“Perfect!” Gothetta exclaims, clapping her hands together. “Now all that’s left is to send Edmund back.”

“Not until after I’ve had a bath. Only been a few days since my last one but it feels like a fortnight, and after all that physical activity of the past couple days my fur is utterly soiled.” Says the bear, walking over to a corner of the room and retrieving a large metal washing basin. She points her nose to Gothetta and takes a few sniffs. “You would be wise to do the same, you almost smell as bad as Malvina did.”

“How dare you compare my pleasing natural scent to that of the stinking, drooling moose! I smell as sweet as a field of spring flowers, and am as clean as the summer’s first showers.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She chuckles. “I’ll be outside. If you wish to rid yourself of that deerish musk feel free to join me.”

Urmine exits the house and Gothetta watches her leave, her arms crossed and a frown on her muzzle. Edmund leans forward.

“Do you both need to be present to send me back or can you do it by yoursel-“

“Oh alright!” Shouts the doe as she stands up. “But I do not smell like that moose. Utterly unfair comparison!”

She struts to the door and Edmund leans back in his chair.

“Another delay. At this rate it’ll only be a week or two until I'm out of here.” He says to no one.

He sits in silence at the kitchen table for several minutes, quietly seething until Urmine’s voice from outside calls for him.

“Edmund! Edmund my hapless little helper! Would you be so kind as to retrieve the green bottle laying on the shelf next to our cauldron and bring it to me?”

With a grumble he gets up from his seat and quickly finds the green bottle, walking outside to the front of the house.

“Over here!” Calls Urmine from around a corner.

He moves towards her voice and as soon as he rounds the corner he shields his eyes from an unexpected sight.

“Gah! You’re both naked!”

The sisters sit on opposite sides of the wash basin. It’s filled to the brim with water and a thick layer of pink bubbly suds coat the surface. The sisters are covered up to their shoulders but from the pile of discarded clothing laying next to the basin Edmund doesn’t need any other evidence to know that they’re also naked below the water.

“What? Do humans wear clothing when they bathe?” Asks Gothetta, confused.

“It’s just as silly as living on a ball, maybe they do.” Replies Urmine.

“No! No! It’s not that.” Says Edmund.

“Then what? Is this your first time seeing a witch in the nude? Is seeing someone naked for any other reason that procreation against your strictly upheld moral beliefs?” Asks Gothetta.

Before he has a chance to respond Urmine raises a hand out of the water and aims it towards him.

“What a virtuous yet misguided belief. Don’t worry Edmund! I shall cast a spell to temporarily blind you to save your virginal eyes from our outrageously sensual and unwittingly scandalous forms!”

Edmund finally uncovers his eyes and looks at Urmine.

“There’s no need for that! It’s just that walking in on someone bathing is usually frowned upon where I come from. Unless you know them really, really, really, well that is.”

“Well I think I know you pretty well. You’re a human, can make good sizzling fish things, a little slow minded, good in a pinch.” Says Urmine.

“A-and he’s got a family that makes him lemonade! He told me that!” Adds in Gothetta.

“Yes, I think we know him very well. Now come over here and polish my antlers Edmund. They’re long overdue for some tender loving care.”

He looks down at the bottle.

“I'm guessing this some sort of polish?”

“Correct. Now get behind me and apply some to my glorious points. Rub it in with your fingers until they shine in the sunlight. Go point by point, starting at the top.”

Edmund walks behind her and she leans her head back on the rim of the basin to give him a good angle. He removes the cork from the bottle and pours some of the silvery liquid onto his palm.

“So I just slather this stuff onto your antlers? That’s it?”

“Couldn’t be simpler. Normally I have Gothetta do it but why bother her with this when we have a free set of hands laying around?”

“Alright, fine. But when you’re both done bathing you’ll send me back right? No more delays?”

She weakly waves a paw in the air.

“Sure, sure. As soon as we’re done we’ll prepare the ritual and send you back to your ball.”

With that final assurance Edmund finally puts his polish laden palm onto one of her tips. He begins rubbing the polish onto the smooth bone in long strokes, the surface becoming slightly more reflective with each motion.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Urmine grunts, her tone almost pained. “Not so rough! Be more gentle, my antlers are sensitive. Long, slow, gentle strokes Edmund. Anything more and you’ll overload my nerves.”

Edmund stops what he’s doing.

“You can feel that? Isn’t this just bone?”

“Just bone?!” She says with a laugh. “My antlers are part of my skull, I feel every vibration and ounce of pressure on them. I feel when they brush against leaves overhead, when a bird lands on one, I even feel something akin to pain when a point chips off. Sure, they may be technically just bone, but to me they’re every bit as much a part of my body as a hand or a foot. And I don’t like it when my body parts are manhandled by ignorant humans who just so happen to be named Edmund.” She accents with a quick growl.

Getting the point Edmund begins rubbing in more antler polish, this time going much more slowly. After finishing each of her many points her begins working down the bony protrusions. The further down he works Urmine seems to grow more and more relaxed. Her eyes close in a dreamy bliss, her lips droop into a dumb smile, her breathing slows to a gentle rhythm, her body sinks into the tub.

“ohhh…ya…like that…keep going…a little further down…Ah! Ah-ah-ah…that’s it…yaaaaaa.”

Her smile grows wider and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. Edmund briefly pauses, takes a deep resigned breath, then keeps going down. He is nothing if not resolute.

By the time he made his way down to where bone met fur Urmine had practically fallen asleep in a blissful haze. When his hands leave her antlers she suddenly jolts awake, the pleasurable feeling having been replaced with a stark emptiness. Edmund straightens his sore back.

“There, done.”

Urmine looks upward and runs a finger across her antlers.

“Perfect. Smooth, reflective, and now protected with a shiny polish. You did well. Sure you don’t want to join me and Gothetta as we finish our baths?”

“No thanks.” He replies flatly.

“Shame. The water’s just fine, isn’t it Gothetta?”

The doe stares an angry hole into her sister.

“Maybe for you. He practically got you off while I just had to sit here and pretend it wasn’t happening. You total hornbear!”

“Oh please! It’s not my fault he can polish antlers so much better than you can! Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking.” The bear leans up. “If mother got to have a go with her human before he left, why can’t we?”

Edmund raises his hands in shock.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I just want to go home okay? Screwing you two was never part of the deal.”

“Deal? All we ever said was that we would send you back. We never said when, or after what conditions had been satisfied. And don’t forget that we’re the ones that saved you from Malvina’s attempted kidnapping, you were mere moments away from turning into the newest addition to her collection when we came upon you. We deserve a little payback.” Urmine says with a snaky smile and lick of her lips.

“I was perfectly capable of handling myself! And don’t forget that I'm the one that actually got her to go away!” Edmund shouts back.

“Ohhhh, the poor man does deserve to go home Urmine.” Gothetta whines. “It should be no later than tonight. His family is waiting for him.”

“Agreed. We shall send him home tonight.”

“I never agreed to this. I refuse. This is blackmail. Don’t get me wrong, I kind of like you two, but this has got to be some sort of sexual abuse. It’s dirty what you’re doing to me here.”

“Dirty?”

Urmine suddenly leans up and out of the basin grabbing Edmund by the shoulders and pulling him into the water. He lands with a large splash of pink bubbles. When his head emerges between the sisters it’s covered in pink suds and a look of deep annoyance.

“Not so dirty now.” Urmine smirks.

Edmund looks down at his waterlogged clothing, a frown on his face.

“Now all my clothes are soaked. Great.”

“Which means there’s no point sending you back until they dry off.” Says Gothetta through a poorly hidden smile.

“Surely there’s a spell you can use to dry them instantly?” He asks.

“Nope!” The sisters say in unison.

“No such spell exists, I'm afraid you’re out of luck. Your desummoning will have to be delayed a few hours more. Pity.” Urmine adds, a very fake sense of sadness in her voice.

Edmund finally begins to accept the reality of his situation. If he didn’t submit to their carnal demands then they would surely come up with an increasingly ludicrous set of reasons as to why he can’t leave just quite yet. Maybe they’ll give him a cold and insist he stay until he feels better, or ‘accidentally’ lose all of his clothes making him wait until they found him new ones, or say the magical ether isn’t feeling well that day due to all the electrical infetterence and his desummoning will have to perpetually wait until tomorrow. His muscles relax as he accepts that there’s only one way out of this mess, and that’s going through the sisters. Through between their legs, to be exact.

“Jesus, fine, I’ll take both of you to bed. But aren’t you forgetting what happened to your mother? I don’t have any condoms on me and I would prefer not to have any little cubs or fawns or Henrys running around after I leave.”

“Don’t worry about that!” Exclaims Urmine. “Me and Gothetta’s heats are synced and we’re still months away from that time of the year where our eggmakers turn on and the carnal juices really start flowing. Isn’t that right Gothetta?”

She shakes her head in agreement.

“That’s right, months away. And poor mother said that she mistimed her coupling with father, hence me and Urmine being born. Unless the gods feel like playing a very cruel trick on us our coupling shouldn’t result in eggs.”

Edmund nods and begins taking his clothes off, throwing them over the basin and onto the ground.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Good, good, good.” Coos Urmine, rubbing some suds into his hair. “As the eldest sister I’ll take you first. Then Gothetta can have a go with you.”

Gothetta suddenly leans over and wraps two arms around Edmund, pulling him against her.

“Absolutely not! I’m the one that came up with the idea of summoning him in the first place! I should get him first!”

Urmine leans over and pulls him to her side.

“No! Who actually did the summoning? It was me! I get him first!”

Gothetta pulls Edmund back to her side.

“His first intimate encounter with a witch shouldn’t be with someone as burly and pointy headed as you! He needs someone soft, and gentle, and with two large soft ears to fondle as our heartbeats become as one.”

He’s pulled back to Urmine’s side.

“Utter nonsense! He needs someone who knows what she’s doing, someone assertive, someone that can put the fear of the gods into him, someone like me! I’ll have him begging for more by the end of our first round, and if he isn’t then I’ll just give him a poke with my antlers and show him how a real woman enraptures the loins her husband-slave!”

Gothetta attempts to pull him back to her side but Urmine fights back. Eventually each sister has one of his arms and they’re both pulling him to their side of the basin. Feeling his ligaments begin to stretch to a concerning degree he raises his voice.

“Ladies! If you don’t stop fighting then you’ll be making love to an armless corpse!” With that, the sisters release their grip on him. He takes a deep breath and continues. “If you can’t come to an agreement on who goes first then I say we just march into that bedroom together and have you two decide this over a nice simple game of rock, paper, scissors. Whoever gets me first, gets me first, but I promise to try and leave both of you satisfied.” He grits his teeth together. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get me home. Even if it means participating in a dubiously consensual threesome with a couple of strange furry witches.”

Gothetta smiles and claps her hands together.

“Perfect! Now let’s finish bathing so we can get into the bedroom and give Edmund a screwing he’ll remember for ages!”

“Agreed.” Replies Urmine, cupping some water and running it over her head.

The three of them soon finish bathing and don towels, quickly drying themselves off before going back into the cabin. They move to the door leading into the sisters’ bedroom and enter. Edmund looks around at the quaint space. Two desks sitting next to each other along one wall, a couple of dressers, mirrors, two brooms leaning against a corner, and a few small bookcases and chests fill the rest of the room. However, what his eyes are drawn to the most is the bunk bed shoved up against a wall. It’s composed of an old wooden frame and simple down filled mattresses, judging on the size they’re barely big enough for one fully grown person let alone two. He points to the beds.

“You all sleep on those?”

“Sure do!” Replies Gothetta. “Had them ever since we were children. Never saw the point in changing it up since they seem to do just fine. I claimed the top one and Urmine has the bottom one.”

“But surely you see the issue here? That’s not enough space to, you know, do a little horizontal dancing.”

Urmine looks down in thought.

“What Edmund says is right, we would surely break the creaky wooden frame after only a couple minutes of raucous lovemaking. But I think I know a spell that…” She trails off and raises her hands towards the bed. “Squeaking springs and all night flings, turn that place of rest into a passioned lover’s nest!”

The bed creaks, dust falls from its frame, then the old wooden planks that make it up begin shifting and stretching. The mattresses change as well, becoming red in color and puffing out. The bunk bed continues to stretch and shift until Edmund is able to make out the shape each of its levels is turning into, a heart. This somehow doesn’t surprise him.

When the newly transformed bunk bed comes to a stop it takes up the entire center of the room and Edmund swears the ceiling is just a little higher than it used to be. Still composed of two bunks, they’re now spaced several feet apart from each other and a gold plated ladder connects the two levels. Edmund looks to the bottom bunk. A frilly pink apron runs across its sides and a silky red blanket covers the top. In the center of the bed lays a pile of pillows cased in pink, red, and purple satin covers. Not only that, but a rosy scent drifts across the air and Edmund swears he can hear soft jazz playing from some indeterminate point in the room. Totally shagalicious, baby.

With their love nest now created Edmund nervously looks down to the towel covering his waist, then to the two sisters slowly making their way to the bed, their bodies also covered in towels. Urmine stops at the edge of the bottom bunk and runs a paw across its blanket. She smiles, then turns to Edmund. In one swift motion the towel comes off her body and her necessities are laid bare.

Urmine’s body is not what most would call conventionally attractive. Her shoulders are wider than average for a lady as are her stout hips. With a dense layer of muscle and fat covering her frame her curves are dulled, but nonetheless still there. A few small healed scars poke out from her ebony fur and her claws, both on her feet and hands, are long and unkempt. The bear’s breasts are heavy and full, sagging as they’re not supported by her corset. In the center of each is a nipple colored slightly lighter than her fur, jutting out from her coat as they harden from the cool air. Her rounded ears twitch as she continues to run a paw across the blanket, a pleased smile appearing on her muzzle. Keeping her legs together she sits down at the bottom of the heart and looks to Gothetta, the message clear. Your turn.

The doe gives a nervous chuckle as she walks to the bed then stops a few feet from where Urmine sits. With a couple nervous glances at her audience she slowly unwraps the towel from around her body and weakly tosses it aside.

Gothetta is, to put simply, a stick. Her body is slim and slender, absolutely no excess fat or unnecessary muscle to be found. With bony shoulders and thin hips she comes across as someone who takes dieting a little too seriously, as if a strong wind may cause her to fall over. Still, her perky breasts manage to display proudly on her chest, no doubt a source of pride for the otherwise plain looking doe. Her short coffee colored fur lightens into a cream color around her belly and neck and her large dark brown eyes reflect the room around her. Rather than claws she has dainty hooves on her digitigrade legs and thick dark fingernails accenting her fingertips. She gives an awkward smile towards Edmund and shuffles towards the bed, sitting across from Urmine.

With the two sisters now fully unclothed Edmund understands it’s his turn to put on his birthday suit. With a deep breath he undoes the towel around his waist and lets it fall to the floor. Gothetta’s eyes immediately flick down to his package and she gasps.

“It’s-it’s-it’s huge!” She exclaims, eyes going wide and ears flushing red.

Edmund looks down and shrugs.

“I mean it’s not that big. Pretty average actuall-“ He cuts himself off as he realizes his folly. “Actually you’re right! I got a giant cock! Every male back on Earth was jealous of me. They called me big D back in high school, for big dick. Because I have a big dick. Enormous schlong. Ruined so many girls back on Earth. Totally.”

“So what you’re saying is that there’s enough of you to go around?” Says Urmine, licking her lips as her gaze focuses on his pelvis.

“I got stamina for days. Two ladies in the same day is no problemo. In fact I’m more used to three or four if you catch my drift.” He says with a cocky smile and faux confidence.

“Good, because you’re going to need it. Me and Gothetta have needs. Needs that have to be satisfied.” Her eyes flick upwards to his face. “Get on the bed, husband-slave. Let me take the first bite out of you.”

Gothetta punches her sister in the shoulder with a huff.

“Not fair! We agreed to do rock, paper, scissors!”

Urmine groans in annoyance.

“Oh alright, fine. Whoever loses has to wait until the other is finished with our husband-slave before they have a go with him.”

“And as usual I’ll take the top bunk and you’ll have the bottom.”

“Agreed.” Replies Urmine. “Now put your hands up and let’s do this. A best of three.”

The sisters put their hands in position and say the sacred line in unison.

“Rock-Paper-Scissors-Shoot!”

When they stop Gothetta has scissors and Urmine has paper. Gothetta cackles in victory then they both get back into position.

“Rock-Paper-Scissors-Shoot!”

Gothetta has rock, Urmine has paper. The bear gives Gothetta a smug smile before they begin again.

“Rock-Paper-Scissors-Shoot!”

They both have scissors, a draw. One final play to determine who has first dibs on their hapless human.

“Rock-Paper-Scissors-Shoot!"