Racing up the stairs, Callie resisted the urge to assume her wolfier form. While her heightened senses would help her locate her girlfriend, it was a last resort that she wanted to save for an emergency ⸻ though to be fair, the situation was rapidly becoming one. As if provoked, her phone began to vibrate loudly, the messenger app blowing up with warnings.
‘Caution: unknown magic detected nearby.’
‘Caution: unknown magical entity detected nearby.’
‘Danger: unknown ritual magic detected nearby. Please CONFIRM or REJECT automatic request for assistance.’
Smashing the ‘REJECT’ button, she nevertheless shot a quick text to Genie to inform her of the current situation. Resolving to abandon the party as soon as she recovered her dates, she figured it would probably be prudent to have Kelly on-hand anyway to give them a lift home afterwards.
Hurriedly looking through rooms along the upper halls, her inability to discern Jersey’s presence hinted that perhaps something was interfering with her contract in some manner. The other times her mate had needed her, Callie had been able to tell instinctually; the current lack of guidance terrified her, her anxiety increasing the pace and desperation of her search. Fighting a growing feeling of panic, her sense of ‘connection’ returned suddenly once she noticed an office tucked-away in a corner, a light through the frosted glass of its window informing her that it was occupied.
Trying the knob revealed that the door was locked, but the mewling sounds coming from beyond disinclined her to subtlety. Throwing her weight against the wood with all the force she could muster, she heard a loud crack as it split, rattling in the frame. Ramming it twice more, she finally tore it free of the deadbolts as it shattered into three splintered fragments. Snarling in fury, her anger only burned brighter as she witnessed the scene in front of her.
A sixty-something portly man reclined in a leather office chair, his trousers looped around one ankle. Wheezing insults and encouragement in equal measure, his hands were tight around Jersey’s tiny waist, the much-younger girl riding his lap in a reversed position as he struggled to line-up his stubby little member. Megan knelt between his legs, lapping at the other girl’s pussy; both of her dates hardly reacted to her surprise appearance, wearing vacant expressions as if bewitched by some spell.
“Th-this is a private office!” the man shouted at Callie, wagging one sausage-like finger in her direction. “Turn around and leave, or I’ll have someone come do it for you!”
Growling threateningly, she’d covered the breadth of the room in a few long strides. Taking Megan by the arm, she pulled her up and away, leaving her a clear shot at the man’s crotch; careful of Jersey, she put her boot to his balls, smashing them between her sole and the hard metal support. Grinding with an insistent pressure, she grinned at his agonized shrieks as he tried to eject the little cow from his lap; snapping out of whatever compulsion had gripped her, the taller of the two girls guided the still-entranced Jersey back towards the door, shivering with fright.
“Where is he?” Callie demanded, her fangs itching with a thirst for violence. “Where’s Bishop?”
“I-I don’t know!” he squealed, writhing in his chair as the amazon leaned the bulk of her eighty-five kilograms onto his wrinkled twig and berries. “He l-left as soon as the girls started!”
“What did he do to them?” she snapped, her gaze boring into his frightened, beady little eyes.
“N-nothing!” he lied, his fingers clutching the armrests with a white-knuckled grip; incensed, Callie dropped even more pressure onto his cock, bending it at a painful angle. “I-it was just a little encouragement! Harmless encouragement! The older ones need it, sometimes.”
The incessant vibration of her phone told her everything she needed to know regarding the magical nature of the ‘encouragement.’ Infuriated, she leaned her weight onto the sole of her boot until she felt two visceral, wet pops. Unsatisfied with simply emasculating him, Callie let a bestial rage wash over her, fangs lengthening as she deliberated over what putrid meat to sink her claws into first. Before she could truly begin her transformation, however, a smaller hand caught her own; whipping around, the angered Callie came face-to-face with a teary-eyed Megan.
“Let’s just go,” she begged the amazon in a tiny voice, her other arm wrapped around the magic-addled Jersey’s shoulders. “I … ⸻ I don’t want the other man to come back.”
Certain that leaving the pastor alive would prove to be more trouble than it was worth, the wolf nevertheless relented to the other girl’s request. Incensed, she was forced to satisfy herself with a quick snap of some cellphone photos and a growled warning to never come near either girl ever again, a condition the blubbering man eagerly agreed to.
Shrugging out of her jacket, she set it onto Jersey’s shoulders before storming from the room, murderous intent still blazing in her eyes.
“They’ve both been struck by the same or similar spells,” Genie informed her, once Callie had escorted the two girls to a covered car park a half-block down from the venue. “Megan seems a little more lucid, which suggests she either resisted the magic or was only included as an afterthought.”
“So he was after Jersey specifically,” the wolf seethed, vowing to tear out Bishop’s throat the next time she saw his smirking face.
“It would appear that way,” the djinn nodded, examining the shorter girl’s listless stare with a worried frown.
“I don’t understand,” Kelly interjected, the leggy blonde subjecting Megan to a similar magical examination and assessment, “it sounds like the warnings triggered after this ‘Bishop’ character had finished talking with Callie. Shouldn’t they have activated right away?”
“Not necessarily,” Genie sighed, her hundreds of years of experience leaving her with a much better understanding of what they were up against. “He’s either powerful enough or clever enough to hide from passive observation, which means he’s likely been practicing magic for some time.”
“And how long is ‘some time’?” Callie demanded, her suppressed anger leaking out into her concerned tenor, furious with herself for not having checked the dark-haired woman's surveillance more carefully when she’d still had him in her sights.
“Five-hundred, six-hundred years,” the djinn shrugged, ballparking her best guess. “Still quite young for a mage of his calibre, all things considered, but he’s clearly found some method of sustaining his apparent age. Perhaps he succeeded where so many other alchemists have failed, though I suspect his particular sorcery is both inferior to and more vile than the elixir vitae ⸻ not that anyone ever survived very long drinking quicksilver and the like, mind you.”
“He’s an alchemist?” the wolfgirl repeated, the word sticking in her mind. “What gives you that idea?”
“The combination of cheap artistry and elemental enchantment, for one,” Genie explained, her piercing gaze fixating on the other amazon, “but more than that it’s his interest in you that tips his hand.”
Callie didn’t need her to explain any further; she had been fascinated with occult stories when she was younger, and comparing his words to her with what she remembered of the subject suggested that he wasn’t exactly a chaser ⸻ or at least, not in the way she initially suspected. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
“That’s bloody disgusting,” Kelly returned, voicing the taller girl’s thoughts as she wrinkled her nose. “Are we sure he doesn’t just have a fetish for trans girls? It’s a lot more believable than alchemy of all things.”
“No, he has something of a point,” the djinn frowned, examining the question seriously. “I’ve meddled in Callie’s genetics a fair bit to get her body to where it is now, so I believe I have something of an informed opinion when I say that she’s the closest thing to a ‘Rebis’ that mage has ever seen.”
“Surely you or I would count, then, too,” the lawyer argued, gesticulating back and forth between her lover and herself. “We’re both just as capable of knocking up another bird as Callie.”
“I think … it’s a chromosome thing,” the wolfgirl muttered, trying to fit together the pieces of a puzzle that hardly seemed worth the effort to solve, “but that’s linked to my ‘unique estrogen sensitivity’ ⸻ and honestly, the idea that he can pick out the details of my genes by just looking at me really creeps me out.”
“A sentiment I share,” Genie agreed, just as distressed as the other girl. “It’s clear that this ‘François Bishop’ is our real target; regardless of who else is involved, he must be the sorcerer at the center of the cult.”
“So what are we going to do about the enchantment?” the amazon inquired, glancing worriedly between her mum and the djinn. “Will Jersey be okay?”
“That’s … harder to say,” Genie admitted, holding up a hand to ward-off the wolfgirl’s predictable ire. “I can’t unbind whatever it is he’s done to her, but most of the effects are temporary: increased suggestibility, heightened libido, enhanced sensitivity, all of these are mostly harmless in a vacuum. I expect he meant for the pastor to impregnate Jersey and cement the enchantment, thus compelling you to return to Bishop to have it removed.”
“Can it hurt her?” Callie pressed further, her concerned gaze turning to her girlfriend; unsteady on her feet, the little cow’s eyes seemed glazed-over as she gave the taller girl an idle smile.
“No,” Kelly answered for her, evidently having experienced similar magic before, “not directly, anyway. It can certainly complicate her life to be sure, but as long as she doesn’t become ‘bound’ to anyone then it should hardly make a dent in her daily routine.”
“What do you mean, ‘bound’?” the wolfgirl questioned, her brows furrowing as she glared at her mum.
“To put it very bluntly,” Genie explained, “it’s a bit like putting a magical leash and collar on Jersey. I wouldn’t call it ‘enslavement,’ but it amounts to the same thing after a fashion; the temporary effects would become much more permanent, and their power would begin to loop around themselves and strengthen through the repeated feedback until she appropriately ‘satisfied’ her ‘master,’ if you understand my meaning.”
“I do,” Callie huffed, wishing that she had ignored Megan’s pleas not to tear that preacher apart. “So, what, if I just keep her from getting pregnant then it’ll go away in the morning?”
“More or less,” the djinn agreed, slightly amused by the other girl’s simplification of the issue. “I suggest you stay with her until the enchantment wears off. Kelly can return Megan to her mother’s for safekeeping, and I’ll go play detective ⸻ though I doubt our enemy has left many clues at the scene.”
Agreeing to meet back up at the house, they all split off to their separate ways.
As Megan lived on the opposite side of town from the little family, Callie elected to take Jersey back by rail. The wolf’s intimidating presence was enough to turn away any attention, and the way the Veil hung thick around her meant that the little cow would be much better-hidden from magical detection next to her girlfriend than anywhere else.
Gently maneuvering her spell-addled charge, the amazon wasn’t entirely prepared for the consequences of the enchantment. Once the two were relatively alone in the car ⸻ save for a handful of other nighttime passengers ⸻ the petite bimbo began to be much more physically affectionate. Driven by her charm-heightened libido, she couldn’t help but press herself tightly against her mate, her hands roaming to any bit of uncovered flesh, begging for the wolf to do the same.
“C’mon, Jersey,” Callie muttered as the other girl smushed her voluminous cleavage against her abdomen, wiggling it enticingly back and forth, “we’re still in public, alright? We’ve gotta behave.”
“But I don’t want to behave,” she giggled, her altered affect vaguely analogous to someone who’d been drugged with something that felt really good. “I want to be bad.”
“Later,” the wolfgirl promised her, shooting hard stares at any would-be spectators.
“Now!” Jersey pouted, rocking up and down on her heels, trying to excite the other girl’s eros. “None of the boys were any fun; all they did was get me worked-up, and now I feel so randy I can barely stand it.”
“Put up with it for me, okay?” she pleaded, the stiffening bulge in her trousers proving that she wasn’t immune to her lover’s persuasion. “For just a little longer.”
“But I want you to take care of me!” she whined, fixing her girlfriend with the neediest look her big cow eyes could manage. “Just one go? Please?”
Insisting on the point, Jersey pet the wolf through her clothes, stroking her stiffening length. As she rose to attention, somewhere in the back of her mind Callie understood that she’d been drawn into the spell as well, but she couldn’t place when or how; struggling to control herself, she battled against a growing heat that flooded through her body, her instincts demanding that she give the little cow exactly what she had been begging for. The more she wrestled against the desire to breed her mate, the more powerful the urge became, until it completely overwhelmed her better judgement. Unable to resist any longer, she allowed the other girl to undo her zipper, quietly slipping the massive length into the deep valley of her dress.
“Just once,” the amazon hissed as her girlfriend buried the impressive length in her equally-impressive rack, promising herself that she wouldn’t give in any further.
Smirking with self-satisfaction, the little cow rocked back and forth on her heels, treating her lover to a stealth titfuck that had to be at least somewhat noticeable to the other passengers. As the pace steadily increased, the wolf found her hesitation breaking down bit by bit, until she took matters literally into her own hands; seizing the other girl by her enormous udders, she thrust between them with growing ferocity, her thoughts of resistance arrested by the desire to cum.
That motherfucker, she snarled internally as she held her girlfriend’s adoring gaze, the petite bimbo ecstatic at the chance to pleasure her lover, I’m going to tear him into so many pieces that they’ll need to scrape him off the walls.
As the train pulled into the next stop, a new problem presented itself. The car began to fill up with other passengers, half-drunk partygoers and overtime workers all shuffling back home before the night had dragged on too far. More and more bodies began to press in around the couple, risking discovery.
Thinking as quickly as her sex-fogged thoughts could manage, Callie dragged Jersey over to the corner of the car, taking the single seat jammed awkwardly next to the door’s barrier so that she could pull her mate into her lap, thus guarding her against further exposure. As she maneuvered herself into a sitting position, however, her cock slipped free of its marshmallow prison; left with no other choice, the wolfgirl hid the full length of it in the only place she knew it would fit. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“M-mooo!” Jersey squealed happily as the other girl stuffed her, the volume of her cries threatening to draw the inquiring eyes of their fellow passengers.
“Not so loud, sweetheart,” Callie gasped, clapping a hand over the other girl's mouth to stifle her moans.
Telling herself that it was a necessary compromise, she did her best to stay as still as possible, buried to the hilt inside her petite girlfriend. Jersey had other plans, however; ignorant of the many potential onlookers, she managed to get her legs under her just enough to provide some leverage. Mewling into her lover's palm, she happily bounced up and down on the titanic length, her small body shuddering every time the delicious sense of fullness drove her to orgasm. Eager to provide the same release for her wolf, she applied herself with admirable dedication, until Callie could no longer last through her relentless technique.
As the little cow's tummy swelled just slightly from being stuffed with so much cock and cum, the wolfgirl steadily became aware of how much of the enchantment had bled over into her. Not softening by even a bit after her powerful release, her orgasm instead stoked her desire for more; it was like she could feel her balls swelling, aching to be emptied into her mooing minicow. Left with no other choice but to repeatedly bounce her date in her lap, Callie let Jersey ride her all the way to the end of the line; clutching her mate tightly against herself as she staggered out onto the platform, the gorgeous girl still impaled on her pole, the amazon was forced to find a place to shift into her wolf form just to be able to lope back home at a relatively reasonable pace.
Unsurprisingly, the werewolf lost the plot entirely once she made it back to her den, her feral desire to breed her mate taking over as the enchantment reached the height of its power. Losing herself inside an all-consuming passion, Callie and her lover fucked until every ounce of stamina had been completely expended, the little cow bloated with the knot and cum. Still fused together, the two eventually fell asleep like that, oblivious to the world around them.
“You had literally one job,” Kelly chastised her the next morning, reaming out the still fluffy-moded Callie.
“I’m sorry,” she whined apologetically, flattening her triangle ears in a display of humility. “I did the fbest that I could under the circumstances.”
Between her puppy-eyed stare and the charmingly-muddled pronunciation of certain sounds, the wolf came off as appropriately pathetic despite her eight-foot-tall, two-hundred-kilogram frame of glossy fur over corded muscle. Even sitting on her haunches like Xena she was still almost eye-level with an unshoed Jersey, but the height gap between herself and her standing mum nevertheless lent her an air of puppishness that steadily disarmed the frustrated blonde.
“Not only did you fail to keep Jersey from getting knocked-up,” she continued, still refusing to drop her harsh expression despite the gradual simmering of her anger, “but you actively pursued the consequence! I heard she was blown-up like a cumflated beach ball when Candi found you two.”
At the mention of her mum’s sister, Callie snuck a glance at her home’s new guest.
Overall the resemblance to her twin was unmistakable, but the younger of the sisters looked to be almost half the elder’s age and came in a much-shorter and more-stacked package. The cow-like bimbo ⸻ and that was an honest appraisal, not a dismissive insult ⸻ had a couple inches of height on Jersey, but her udders had advanced deep into a territory that would make dairy animals blush with envy. It was almost impossible for Candi to get her arms all the way around her breasts, and perhaps the only thing keeping her from pitching forward onto those cushions when she walked was her balanced silhouette, her enormous ass and baby-factory hips providing a solid-enough foundation. As far as Callie could tell, Candi represented what Jersey might look like after a few more litters, proving that the minicow’s wish to become the type of woman that Genie would find attractive had definitely come true ⸻ though the way the wolfgirl’s body responded to Candi’s figure confirmed that she was just as much at fault as the djinn.
The two minicows sat together in the living room, bottle-feeding Mes and Melia while they had a talk of their own. Apparently Candi had been brought-in to look after the twins while Genie and Kelly responded to last night's emergency, and conveniently she had also been struck with a similar enchantment as the smaller girl sometime in the past. Efficiently handling both the conversation and the little darling, she patiently answered Jersey’s questions about what she could expect from her new condition ⸻ which was, of course, irreversible.
Genie had explained to the couple that whatever spell Bishop cast had already worked its way into the wish magic, which meant there was no way for the djinn to counteract it. It was, for all intents and purposes, a natural extension of the request Jersey had made, and so Genie was forced to leave it as-is. As powerful as she was, the dark-haired woman was still incapable of defying the rules of wish-granting without receiving an appropriate punishment ⸻ and Jersey, selfless almost to a fault, had insisted that whatever torturous consequence the djinn might suffer was a far worse fate than simply living with the enchantment, so she had chosen to pursue the latter.
“You’re fortunate we’ve so much experience managing Candi’s condition,” Kelly continued, ensuring her castigation of the wolf was as thorough as she could be. “I certainly hope you had fun rogering your little cow last night, because you’re going to need to do it a lot more from now on ⸻ and I stress the word ‘need,’ Callie. You’re not going to have much choice.”
“I hardly think fvucking my girlfriend will fbe anything like a chore,” the wolf replied snippily with a roll of her eyes.
“I’m inclined to agree,” Genie nodded as she inserted herself into the talk, “but probably not for the same reasons.”
“And why not?” Callie inquired, both genuinely curious and happy to stifle her mum’s chiding.
“Because your mistress-familiar contract was part of the wish, too,” the djinn answered, illuminating some of the more-complicated details of the situation. “I’ve mentioned before that the instinctual understanding of and desire to fulfill your partner’s needs can be as much a curse as a boon, and that’s much more true now than it was before.”
“So you’re saying I’m going to get super-horny any time Jersey is,” the wolfgirl summarized for her.
“That’s half of it,” Genie hedged, “but not any more than you've already experienced. In fact, it's far more likely that the reverse is what you'll need to be most-concerned about.”
The djinn followed up her assertion with a nearly twenty-minute lecture on sympathetic magic, less than half of which anyone else even understood. Through the winding path of conjecture, anecdotes, and complicated sorcerous formulae, Callie gleaned the idea that while Candi’s cum addiction ⸻ and there really wasn’t a better word for it in the wolf’s mind ⸻ was an internal problem that her lovers could handle externally, the enchantment that had hit Jersey followed a similar sort of logic to when the wolfgirl had assisted her recovery from her pregnancy. Broadly speaking, the magic was only supposed to affect the minicow’s judgement and need for sex, but Callie’s ability to draw physical consequence away from her girlfriend meant that the effect and target of the enchantment had been inverted.
Rather than slowly melting the petite blonde’s brain until she successfully stuffed herself with cum, the spell instead morphed Callie’s ‘feral instinct to breed’ from an evocative description of her desires into a literal reality. Perhaps the only mitigating factor was that she had a mate perfectly-designed to accommodate her sexual appetite ⸻ but on the other hand, she would either need to accept and plan for having a very, very large family, or teach the minicow how to put a beast-sized condom on the wolf mid-mauling; given the relative impossibility of the latter, she’d have to content herself with the former.
“Should I see if Bvishop really can dispel the sorcery?” Callie wondered aloud, already fairly sure of the answer and yet deciding to ask it anyway.
“Oh that is absolutely, one-hundred-percent bait,” Genie said, confirming the other amazon’s supposition. “Any offer to reverse the effect would not only be complete bollocks, but likely involve a ‘trade’ that gives him a measure of control over you. I have no idea what benefit he thinks he might gain from such an arrangement, but I expect his designs for you would be unpleasant at best.”
“I fvigured it was a stupid idea,” the wolfgirl grumbled, the discontented notes sounding more than a little bit like Xena’s Husky noises.
“Well, now I didn’t say that,” the djinn returned, tapping a finger against her lips as she formulated a plan. “It might even work to our benefit, in fact. After all, he’d have to be physically present for any sort of exchange.”
“Which means we could get him to come within claw range on his own,” Callie grinned, the expression looking quite sinister on her canid features.
“Precisely,” Genie smiled back, sharing in the wolf’s desire to punish the manipulative alchemist.