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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Magician's Wolf (M/F, Beast, nc, reluc, bd)
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<xmp>Why the hell won't you kids stay off my lawn! If you're under the
age of 18 I don't want to see you around here. There's sexual material
in here, of course this is a sex group but go away anyways minor.

The Magician's Wolf
By Alexi92

	They were happy. Peter's wife, or closest 
approximation of a wife, they had never been legally 
married, was a wolf most of the time. She had long 
ago been cursed so that she could only be human when 
she had a cock in her body. By the time she had found 
Peter she was on the verge of losing her humanity.
	
	Now he would place his cock in her ass of cunt 
whenever he wasn't working. Their home was deep 
within a woods which people were afraid to enter and 
so they spent most of their time together. 

	Clara hated returning to her wolf state. The 
only reason she did was because he couldn't work 
while her body was pressed against his, it restricted 
his movements. Peter understood that the wolf was 
still Clara but a part of him couldn't conceive that 
the beautiful woman he loved was a wolf. But he still 
put his cock in its ass.

	He would have walked through hell to be with 
Clara. 

	If only she could be human all the time. It was 
what she wanted, more than anything else. Every 
second as a wolf was hell for her. She longed to live 
with Peter as a human, able to help him with his 
work, to do things for him without having him behind 
her every step of the way, to not feel like she was 
his wife half the day and his pet the other half.

	So after much painful discussion they decided 
that they should put an end to the curse. 

***

	Peter put some supplies into a small pack and 
prepared to set off. At his feet Clara, a wolf now, 
was whimpering. Last night they laid in bed facing 
each other, his cock half buried in her cunt. She had 
wanted to go with him so she wouldn't have to spend 
time alone, as a wolf. He wouldn't hear of it. 

	Instead she was to stay at their home alone. He 
would go find the witch who had cursed her and 
convince the crone to change his wife back to a 
normal human being. 

	He set out some food for Clara on the floor so 
she wouldn't go hungry. Clara had protested that, 
saying it made her too much like a dog but they 
couldn't think of any way they could work around 
that. She was loathe to stay a wolf for however long 
it might take him to find the witch. (He estimated 
about a week and a half. Clara did have the witch's 
address after all. The town was only fifty miles 
away.)

	Peter closed the clasp on his bag and slung it 
over his shoulder. He knelt down and kissed the wolf 
between the eyes and walked out of the house. Clara 
followed him and watched as he walked away from her 
to leave the woods for Lorit City. When he was too 
far for her to make out she turned and plodded back 
into the house.

***

	The air was getting colder. Night was almost 
completely abound in the sky. Peter stared at the 
fire he had set up at the edge of the woods and 
sighed. Tomorrow he would enter the city. He hated 
the city. That's why he had lived the majority of his 
life as a hermit. Then he met Clara, his very own 
fairy tale princess, and his life was complete.

	He had thought he would never have to go to the 
city again.

	But tomorrow he'd have to walk through it on 
his way to Lorit City. And then he'd have to go 
beyond the city. The thought scared him. He had never 
even considered going beyond the city before now. All 
he needed was provided by the farm or available in 
the city. 

	He hated the city.

	Something snapped behind him. Peter turned, 
aiming his shotgun in the direction of the noise.

	"Human warning, I'm firing in five seconds."

	"No!"

	From within the woods a large woman, an Amazon 
perhaps, emerged. The Amazons weren't the warrior 
women as their namesake, rather they were a tribe of 
wandering bandit women, most of them of impressive 
physical stature. This one was no different, she was 
tall with cascading black hair which matched almost 
perfectly with her dark leather suit. She moved 
cautiously, eyeing Peter's gun.

	"There's no need to fire," said the Amazon. "I 
come in peace."

	Not likely, thought Peter. More likely she was 
ready to kill him and take him for all he was worth.

	"Really I am," she continued. "I was separated 
from my clan when they tried to pass through the 
woods. We were ambushed by some monstrous dogs."

	"That's the Magician," explained Peter. "He's 
got a fortress and keeps some guard dogs. You're 
lucky the last time unwanted criminals tried to cut 
through the woods they were severely punished."

	"What happened?"

	"You know those dogs that attacked you?"

	"They were eaten?" the Amazon asked with a look 
of horror.

	"No," said Peter. "They got turned into 
monstrous guard dogs."

	"You're kidding."

	"No."

	"Oh. Look I'm just trying to get back to a 
meeting place I know of in Lorit City. I'm not here 
to rob you." She took a step forward.

	Peter didn't lower his gun. "Is that so?"

	"Yes." The Amazon didn't take her eyes off the 
weapon. 

	"Awooooooooooooooo!" A howl broke through the 
tense silence.

	The Amazon jumped. She twisted her neck to look 
behind her and began to run. She forgot about Peter 
and ran past him. The woods shook and parted as a 
large black dog, the epitome of a hound, ran and 
almost flew out of the forest. It landed no more than 
a few feet from Peter, staring at him with large red 
eyes.

	Man and beast stared at one another, regarding 
the other with a quiet fascination. The dog looked 
past Peter at the Amazon who had frozen a few yards 
away and growled quietly. 

	The Amazon shivered. Peter caught it out of the 
corner of his eye. 

	The large beast again regarded Peter with a mad 
glint in its eyes. It let loose another low growl 
before slinking back into the woods.

	After a time the Amazon said ",Where did it 
go?"

	"More than likely back to the Magician."

	"Why?"

	"We have a deal. They don't bother me, I don't 
bother them." With that Peter lowered his gun and sat 
back down to his fire, ignoring the Amazon's 
impressed stare.

***

	The next day he continued on his journey 
followed by the Amazon. She stayed behind him no more 
than fifteen yards, a constant presence in the 
background.

	Peter reached the city before noon. He was 
stopped at the large entrance gate, one of the many 
openings in the city's huge fortifications. To go 
around the city would have added days to his travels, 
days he could not spare. The only alternative was to 
go through it.

	"State your name, number in party, and 
intentions," asked a bored guard dressed in a 
combination of drakon clothing covered in chain 
armor. He was sitting inside a metal booth, visible 
only through a small window.

	"Peter, one, passing through to Lorit."

	"The gun your only weapon?"

	"I've got a machete."

	"Okay, go on through." The guard pressed a 
release button and the gate slipped open. Peter 
entered the grand city slowly, not waiting to hear 
the Amazon try to get past the guard. The city wasn't 
very keen on criminals entering their walls.

***

	"State your name, number in party, and 
intentions," Leonis said for what seemed like the 
hundredth time that day. If the city hadn't been so 
big there probably wouldn't be that many people 
trying to get in just to pass through. But every two 
minutes another person on their way somewhere else 
was approaching the gate. And he was only one in 
fifty, he shuddered to think how many actually were 
entering the city per day only to leave the other 
side the next day.

	"Aethis, one person, just passing through to 
Lorit," said the tall woman. 

	Leonis looked her over through the small window 
of the security booth. Tall, black hair, large tits, 
thin stomach, little body fat, muscular arms and 
legs, a serious demeanor, very serious, curvy body... 
She was an amazon. Shit. He pressed a button by his 
left hand and the silent alarm went off.

	Leonis watched as, seemingly out of nowhere, 
guards ran from their positions and surrounded 
Aethis. Each guard wore a uniform like his, holding a 
pistol stunner at the Amazon. She looked wildly from 
guard to guard, frightened, looking for an escape.

	The guards began to inch forward. Aethis was 
frozen, unsure of how to handle the overwhelming 
odds. One of the guards lunged forward and tackled 
her to the ground. At once the guards swarmed over 
the female body, restraining her. They soon had her 
tied up and on her feet. She pulled at the metal 
ropes which held her but they were too strong. Her 
wrists were tied together behind her back. The rope 
looped tight around her neck also circled her 
shoulders, creating loops which pulled at her 
armpits, she could not lean her head forward without 
choking herself. 

	Aethis was prodded forward by electrical 
charges from the guards' stun pistols.

***

	She was taken to an empty room within one of 
the small buildings along the wall. She was left 
there, sitting in a chair, still tied up, alone. She 
continued to pull at the metal ropes, only causing 
her bruises. 

	Finally a guard, a woman guard roughly the same 
size as Aethis, her blonde hair tied into a ponytail, 
walked into the room. The door closed behind her. 
Aethis' seat was facing the door so she watched as 
the guard walked in. The guard's uniform was similar 
to the men's except for the small pouch around her 
waist and a pair of sunglasses.

	"So Amazon, what brings you to our fair city?"

	"Like I said, I'm just passing through."

	"Bullshit," the guard said calmly. "What's the 
real reason? Scouting us out for your sisters?"

	"No, I got separated from my band. I'm trying 
to find them."

	"Bullshit."

	"It's true."

	"Bullshit. Why are you here?"

	"I'm just passing through."

	Like a rush, almost too fast to see, the guard 
slammed her open palm into Aethis' shoulder, sending 
the Amazon sprawling backward in her chair.

	"Bullshit," said the guard, standing over 
Aethis. "Why are you here?"

	"I'm passing through," Aethis said through 
gritted teeth. She wasn't sure if she was afraid or 
angry. 

	From her pouch the guard pulled out a small 
knife. Aethis was bound, in no condition to fight, 
and began to back away from the guard. The guard 
knelt and caught hold of Aethis' retreating ankle. 
Aethis froze as the guard pulled herself along the 
Amazon's prone body. The knife in her hand dangled 
precariously over every curve of Aethis' body.

	The guard cut away the metal ropes around 
Aethis' neck. Pushing her firmly, the guard rolled 
Aethis onto her front and cut away the rope around 
her wrists.

	Shit, thought Aethis, that was a strong knife.

	Aethis could feel the guard stand up. 
Cautiously Aethis rolled over onto her back. The 
guard was staring down at her, the knife gone, 
waiting. Feeling a little foolish Aethis quickly 
stood up.

	"Now why are you here?" said the guard.

	"I'm passing..."

	Before Aethis could finish the guard had shoved 
her to the ground again. Aethis fell onto her butt 
and squeaked with pain.

	"Bullshit," the guard's voice was no longer 
calm. 

	Aethis was fed up. She leapt from the ground, 
intending to pounce on the guard and then quickly 
take the bitch down. Instead the guard charged 
forward in the middle of Aethis' leap. The blonde 
guard caught hold of the raven haired amazon and 
slammed her against the wall, knocking the wind out 
of the prisoner.

	The guard pulled the Amazon's left arm behind 
her back and pulled roughly. Aethis yelped out in 
pain, her arm felt like it was being pulled out of 
her shoulder.

	From her pouch the guard took out a walkie 
talkie and spoke into it. "This is Lenore, I need 
some help, the prisoner has become aggressive."

	The guard held Aethis pressed against the wall. 
The Amazon was constantly in pain as the guard, 
Lenore, applied increasing pressure on her arm.

	Finally a duo of blonde guards, looking very 
much like Lenore, entered the room and took hold of 
Aethis, each one grabbing an arm. They held the 
Amazon with vice like grips, their fingers digging 
through her leather sleeves. 

	Lenore stood in front of the Amazon, strands of 
her pulled back hair in disarray, pissed. The guard 
had already proven her superior strength and Aethis 
was unsure that the near future would prove very 
healthy.

	"So bitch," Lenore spat out. "You think you're 
so tough? Well fuck you!"

	Lenore reached out. Aethis tried to retreat but 
the two guards held her in place as Lenore 
approached. Lenore took hold of the waist band of 
Aethis' black leather pants and pulled them down. The 
Amazon struggled futily as Lenore pulled the black 
pants from Aethis' legs, leaving her entire bottom 
half bare.

	Aethis blushed in deep shame, unable to cover 
her nuded privates. A dark tuft of pubic hair pointed 
at her cunt. Lenore threw the pants away and placed 
her hand over the Amazon's slit. Aethis jerked back 
but the hand was not dislodged.

	"Hiding any weapons bitch?"

	As Aethis panicked, franticly fighting to get 
away from the angry blonde guard, Lenore inserted on 
of her fingers into the Amazon cunt, probing the 
exposed orifice. Aethis screamed. 

	Lenore ignored the screams of her prisoner and 
continued her violation. One by one the rest of her 
fingers joined the first until all five were 
exploring the private recess of Aethis' body. They 
twisted and squirmed, scraping against the inner 
lining of Aethis' vagina. Then Lenore pushed her hand 
deeper into the Amazon cunt. With hard thrusts 
Lenore's hand slowly disappeared into Aethis' body. 
The screams got louder as more and more of the hand 
vanished. 

	Soon Lenore had her entire hand inside Aethis. 
The lips of Aethis' cunt clamped around the blonde 
guard's wrist, seemingly distorted because of the 
size of the object they encircled. Lenore tickled the 
inside of the Amazon with her fingernails. 

	Aethis shivered.

	Lenore carefully curled up her fingers into a 
fist. Aethis' stomach turned as she felt the Guard's 
hand seemingly grow in one of the most sensitive 
parts of her body. The slightest movement caused 
goosebumps to appear over Aethis' body. 

	The guard's arm began to move. She slowly 
pulled her fist out of Aethis' cunt. It stuck. The 
knot of Lenore's fist was stuck at the opening to the 
Amazon's cunt. Rather than uncurl her fist Lenore 
began to tug her arm away. With each tug Aethis' hips 
were pulled forward as her cunt would not let go of 
its intruder. 

	Lenore pulled violently, jerking Aethis' body 
with each attempt. Aethis screamed anew as a shooting 
pain filled her body with every tug. Finally the 
guard's fist pulled out of the cunt and Aethis 
screamed louder than she had all day. The incredible 
pain, as the fist tore through the opening of her 
cunt, was unbearable. The other guards let go of her 
and the Amazon fell to the ground clasping her 
hurting cunt, now gaping wide due to its large 
intruder.

	Aethis wasn't sure how long she lay there. It 
must have been for some time because the pain in her 
cunt began to subside. Arms grabbed the bottom of her 
leather jerkin. Aethis offered no resistance as her 
jerkin was pulled over head and off her body. She was 
now totally nude, but she no longer cared. Her 
thoughts were completely on her pain. Until she was 
picked up and shoved against the wall again.
	
	"Now then," said Lenore. The guard was across 
the room, looking at Aethis with contempt. The two 
other guards were holding the Amazon up. "Why are you 
here?"

	"I'm following someone," Aethis answered, 
defeated.

	"That's better. Who? Why?"

	"The man who came in before me. He... I... He 
impressed me."

	"Impressed you huh? So what's that mean?"

	"I... I thought I could impress him too and 
he'd be willing to be my husband."

	"Shit," sneered one of the guards holding 
Aethis up. "She's got a fucking crush."

	"Listen up bitch," Lenore said. "We're going to 
let you go. But first we got to fix you with this."

	Aethis' eyes grew wide as Lenore held up a 
chastity belt. But no ordinary chastity belt, within 
it were two large black rubber dildoes placed exactly 
where her cunt and ass should be. Feebly the Amazon 
tried to struggle but her attempts were pathetic. The 
chastity belt was quickly placed on her, Lenore 
taking special care to shove the two dildoes into 
Aethis' ass and cunt as hard as possible.

	They filled her, Aethis was afraid she would 
explode. She felt as if her body was reshaping itself 
around the two rubber penises. They seemed to tickle 
every nerve while at the same time painfully pulling 
apart her muscles.

	Lenore locked the padlock on the front with a 
turn of the key. Aethis was now stuck in her 
violating prison. There was no way to take it off. 
She was stuck. Stuck. And it hurt so much.

	The pain must have shown on her face because 
Lenore responded to it.

	"Hurts doesn't it. And you know what? It's 
permanent."

	Nooo! Aethis screamed to herself. No!

	"Tell you what though. We'll just teleport the 
key to your little boyfriend and he can take it off 
of you. Of course it'll mean that he sees your 
privates. And those privates will be stuffed with 
fake cocks. If you take them out your cunt and ass 
holes probably won't close either, they'll just stay 
open because they've been stretched by such large 
rods. And then, if he still hasn't lost all respect 
for you, he will be when he sees the writing on your 
tits."

	"What writing?" Aethis asked meekly.

	"This writing." 

	And Lenore took a marker from her pouch. She 
wrote on Aethis' large tits, "I'LL SUCK ANYONE'S 
COCK!" and stood back to admire her work. Aethis 
tried to look down at her tits but was unable to 
completely read what had been written on them, 
although she knew it wasn't good.

	Lenore finished it up by retying Aethis' hands 
with more metal rope.

	"Way I figure it," said Lenore "is that you've 
got two options. First you find your boyfriend, beg 
him to free you, and humiliate yourself in front of 
him so that you'll never impress him with your 
strength and never have a chance to marry him 
according to Amazon law. The other is that you don't 
go to him and you get your mouth raped by every man 
from here to wherever it is you're trying to go, then 
get kicked out of the Amazon gang for being so weak. 
Now get out of here."

***

	Peter paid for his drink and left the pub. He 
would probably be out of the city by the afternoon. 
His bed last night had been comfortable enough but he 
missed Clara. But the sooner he got this all over 
with the happier they all would be. He wouldn't have 
to be away from Clara ever again.

	He felt a sudden urge to pee. He made his way 
to the alley behind the pub. Stupid city, he cursed, 
advanced technology out the wazoo but no public 
toilets.

	He found a relatively secluded part of the 
alley and was about to unzip his pants when he heard 
a voice.

	"Please, no. Please."

	It sounded familiar, feminine. Peter took out 
his gun and cocked it. He crept to the source of the 
voice, further down the alley, his gun aimed in front 
of him. There was a large man standing over 
something.

"Okay pal, let's freeze."

	The man, surprised, froze. Turning slowly he 
saw Peter's gun. His cock was pulled out of his 
pants.

	"This your girl?" said the man. "'Cause if it 
was I didn't mean nothin'. Really. I just thought 
cause the way she was that she..."

	And before he could finish the man bolted. 
Peter thought about chasing him but decided against 
it, it wasn't worth the trouble. Then he froze 
himself.

	The man had been hiding her, but the Amazon 
that had been following him was on her knees, crying. 
Her clothes were gone and seemed to be wearing some 
sort of chastity belt, complete with padlock. Her 
tits were exposed and the words "I'll suck anyone's 
cock" were written on them in black. Her arms were 
behind her back, probably tied. She had her eyes 
closed and her mouth open, but tears flew freely down 
her face.

	"Excuse me?" he asked?

	The Amazon's eyes opened and she shouted in 
shock at the sight of him. She jumped to her knees 
and ran to him. As she got closer he could see dried 
cum covering much of her hair, face, and chest. She 
collapsed into him, her face buried into his 
shoulder. Between long sobs she told him what had 
happened upon being captured.

	"And then they released me. I didn't know where 
you were but I had to find you. But then, when I got 
out of the prison, some guard forced me on my knees 
and forced me to suck his cock. And then a guy 
outside the shoe store. And then another and another. 
Everywhere I went I had to suck the cocks of whoever 
was there. Then I came to this tavern and they made a 
line in the alley and I had to suck off everyone 
and... And I've been sucking cocks all night, they 
wouldn't stop."

	The Amazon fell crying into Peter's shoulder 
again. Peter tried to hold her up but his hands felt 
odd holding onto her bare skin.

	"You've got to get this thing off me. It's 
killing me. Please. I'll suck your cock, it doesn't 
matter anymore. But the fake cocks in my ass and my 
cunt are... I-I want them out, please."
	
	Peter pulled out the key that had appeared in 
his hand while he was eating dinner the previous 
night. When the amazon saw it she cried out in joy. 
He unlocked the chastity belt and threw away the 
padlock. The belt didn't fall off, instead it just 
stuck there. Peter slowly peeled it off, in the 
process removing the dildoes from their respective 
holes. They were both coated in fluids.

	The Amazon completely naked now, her cunt and 
asshole distended, lewd writing on her cum encrusted 
chest, sighed in relief. She fell to her knees and 
opened her mouth.

	"I'll suck your cock now."

	Peter pulled her up and took off his coat. He 
draped the coat over her body, making sure to button 
it up the front so as to hide the words written on 
her tits. After placing his belongings once again on 
his back he pulled the Amazon toward the city's exit.

***

	Marlos threw the ball against the wall of his 
impressive study. No books were in the room, he had a 
library for that. Rather the study was empty so that 
he could experiment with various spells and magical 
properties.

	The ball he was playing with hit the wall and 
promptly transformed into a million small insects. 
They fell to the ground, crawling and writhing across 
the stone floor. Marlos sighed, another failure. He 
conjured the insects away to some far corner of the 
woods with a defeated sigh. He had been trying to 
discover a way to make materials explode upon impact.

	As he left his study for the more furnished 
halls of his large castle he heard the baying and 
growling of his guard dogs. Marlos was the Magician 
of the Forbidden Woods, as people called the area he 
inhabited. Marlos just called them the woods. As far 
as he knew he and some hermit were the only people 
that lived in them.

	The hermit, the child of another hermit, had a 
pretty impressive residence near one of the 
clearings. Not as impressive as Marlos' own castle, 
but large enough to sustain a farm indoors. Marlos 
hadn't really spent much time with his neighbor. Of 
course neither of them wanted to be bothered so they 
got along well for two recluses, neither one 
bothering the other.

	But whereas the hermit simply kept to himself 
Marlos actively kept people out of the woods. His 
guard dogs, huge mutated hounds of anger that had 
once been particularly nasty intruders, patrolled the 
woods, attacking anyone who was trying to do more 
than just pass through. For the most part the mere 
presence of the wolves, and a magician that might 
turn you into one, kept most people out of the area.

	In fact the dogs had only one real command when 
patrolling, don't bother the hermit. Marlos wasn't 
exactly sure about the hermit's true nature and had 
no reason to antagonize the one person in the world 
that knew the woods better than him.

	Marlos had reached the door to his library when 
the scream ripped through the air. That was 
unexpected, no human should have been able to get 
close enough to his castle that their screams would 
travel to his ear. The dogs should have taken care of 
it, this lack of action on their part was 
inconceivable. In fact the scream seemed to be coming 
from the kennel.

	Marlos raced down the stairs and through the 
halls to the room in the castle that his dogs were 
kept. Bursting through the door he shouted in anger. 
 From the middle of the room three canine faces looked 
up at him, taken off guard.

	Three dogs, the three not on patrol, were 
assaulting a woman. She looked tall, but Marlos 
couldn't be sure. She had cuts and bruises covering 
her body, her clothing had been roughly torn away by 
sharp teeth around her crotch and breasts. Her black 
hair was matted to her face, covered in drool and dog 
cum. One of the dogs, an all black one with a white 
patch on his tail, had mounted her and was humping 
her even as he looked up at his master.

	Marlos sighed. She was one of the Amazon 
bandits which had entered the forest recently. The 
dogs had been doing a lot of things like this 
recently. They would capture an attractive human 
female in the woods and drag her back to the kennel 
where they would fuck her mercilessly.

	The three dogs forgot about the entrance of 
their master and returned to their task. The one 
already pumping his large member in the woman's 
abused cunt continued to pound into her. Another 
began to lick the woman's exposed nipple, his 
sandpapery tongue rubbing roughly against her already 
sore breast. The other mounted the front of the 
woman, maneuvering his canine cock into her mouth and 
humping her face as his partner worked her other 
side.

	"Enough!" Marlos shouted. He opened up his arms 
and the three dogs flew and crashed into the walls. 
The woman, now a frightened wreck, scrambled from the 
middle of the room to huddle against Marlos' legs for 
safety. 

	The three dogs slid to the ground and slowly 
stood on all four legs, looking fearfully at their 
master.

	"I've told you, no more of this! I'll not have 
you raping women...."

***

	Peter tucked the poor girl into bed. The rooms 
at the inn weren't cheap but he wasn't about to make 
camp any time soon if he could help it. The first 
night after getting her out of the city where her 
mouth had been constantly violated he had made camp 
and woken to find her trying to pull his cock out of 
his pants. She claimed she owed him for rescuing her 
and that she wasn't worthy of doing anything but 
sucking his cock. He had to console her for the rest 
of the night, assuring her she wasn't just a cock 
sucker. Sometime during the night she told him she 
wanted to be his wife. The next day he determined she 
was in no state to travel alone, but that night he 
made sure they stayed at an inn, in separate rooms. 
There had been no trouble since then.

	They were close to Lorit City now. He would 
leave Aethis with her Amazon bandit sisters and then 
seek out the witch. He had the hardest time trying to 
explain to Aethis that he couldn't marry her because 
he had a woman back home, even if they weren't 
married and Clara turned into a wolf when they 
weren't being intimate. He needed to find the witch 
to reverse the curse and turn Clara back into a 
normal woman. 

	"Peter?" Aethis murmured.

	"Hmm?" Peter cursed to himself, he had thought 
she was asleep.

	"You don't think I'm a whore do you?"

	"No, I told you that."

	"Even though I sucked a lot of men's cocks?"

	"It wasn't your fault, you were raped."

	"I know, but I still feel like I'm not worthy."

	"Don't think like that."

	"Can I suck your cock?"

	Peter paused. He wasn't sure how to answer that 
without making her feel rejected. "I told you 
already, I have a wife, of sorts, at home."

	"I know," Aethis' brows knitted as she frowned. 
"It's just, it doesn't seem right that I sucked all 
those cocks and haven't sucked yours even though 
you're the one I wanted to be with."

	"I'm sorry, I don't think it would be right."

	"It's because you think I'm a worthless...."

	"No. I told you, you aren't worthless. Not in 
my eyes, not to anyone."

	"Prove it to me."

	"How?" Peter didn't like the way this was 
heading.

	"Let me impress you."

	"What do you mean?" Peter asked cautiously.

	"Let me suck your cock and show you how good I 
am at it. I learned a lot, they hit me if I did it 
wrong."

	"No, there are other ways you can impress me."

	"How?" Aethis cried. "It's the only thing I'm 
good at."

	"No it's not," Peter said sternly.

	"How do you know? What other way can you think 
of that you're sure would impress you."

	Peter thought for a minute. A long minute. 
Finally he said ",Don't let what happened control the 
rest of your life, put it behind you and make it 
nothing, don't give it power over you. That would 
impress me."

	"Okay."

	Peter sighed to himself with relief.

	"But first you have to make love to me."

	"What?!" Peter nearly collapsed with shock. 
Everything had seemed to be going right, Aethis was 
finally ready to deal with the problem the incident 
had caused her when boom, the rug was pulled from 
beneath him.

	"I'll do it, but only if you let me make love 
to you. Think of it as the first step in my healing 
process. I choose tenderly to be with the man I love 
instead of being violently forced to suck the dick of 
a complete stranger."

	"Love?!" The world was swallowing Peter's mind, 
he couldn't think.

	"Yes love. I love you. I can't help it. You 
impressed me when you faced the huge dog in the 
woods, but when you saw me at my weakest, being 
forced to suck strangers off you helped me rather 
than take advantage of me. You could have just used 
me like everyone else, made me suck your cock and 
then be done with me, but instead you rescued me. I 
love you Peter."

	"No, you're not thinking clearly. You don't 
know what you're talking about."

	"I don't care. I won't try to heal myself until 
you let me fuck you"

	"But..."

	"Please Peter."

	"I can't, Clara would..."

	"Clara doesn't need to know. I just need to 
know that you don't think of me as worthless cock 
sucker. Share an intimate moment with me."

	"No..."

	"Please Peter."

	"I can't."

	"I-I.." Aethis faltered. While she had been 
trying to give eloquent arguments she was still 
afraid that Peter was only taking pity on her and 
that he still saw her as the girl who had been 
willing to suck his dick in exchange for the removal 
of a chastity belt. She had hoped that she could 
erase that picture from his mind by being a creature 
of loving passion rather than cheap thrills. It 
hadn't worked. "Oh god, I'm sorry. You... I... I'm 
sorry. God, you must think I'm a slut, trying to get 
you to sleep with me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it 
like that. I... I... I wanted to love you not just 
fuck... I... Please don't think of me like that. I'm 
not like that... I'm not... I'm not, right? I didn't 
want to just fuck. I don't think. I don't know. I..."

	Peter looked at her. She was crying, desperate 
for approval. He wasn't sure how he could prove to 
her that he didn't think of her as some cheap slut. 
The only way that seemed to present itself was 
unthinkable. Not only would it mean betraying Clara 
but it was definitely not the way to help Aethis.

***

	Clara lay on the bed, feeling the cloth of the 
sheets against her fur covered stomach. It had been 
almost a week since Peter had left. A week as a wolf. 
It was the longest period she had stayed a wolf since 
she had met Peter. Now she was trying to remember 
human sensations. She missed being human. She missed 
Peter. She wondered which she missed more.

	The sound of the front door creaking open 
carried itself to the sensitive hearing of Clara's 
lupine ears. Her head raised and she slowly stood. A 
footstep. Clara leapt off the bed onto the hard wood 
floor with a quiet thump. Why was someone in the 
house? Peter shouldn't have been back for another 
week. That damn door had been left open, she had been 
afraid something like this would happen. Without 
hands she had been unable to close the door herself.

	Clara crept beneath the bed, hiding from the 
intruder. The hair on her back stood on end. This all 
felt wrong.

	"Hello?" A voice called. It was a man's. "Is 
anybody home?"

	The man's footsteps continued as he explored 
the house. With each passing moment Clara became 
increasingly nervous. Soon the footsteps came closer 
to the bedroom. Step, step, step.

	"Hello?" The voice was inside the room, right 
above her. 

	Clara held her breath, trying not to move. 
There was a shuffling as the man did something. Clara 
wasn't sure what, the sound wasn't specific enough. 
She could smell him though, it was odd, as though he 
had no scent, but that was impossible. Everything had 
a scent, affected by its own material and the 
environment around it, but this man had none, as 
though he didn't exist and was never around anything.

	The sheets moved before her eyes. The man was 
searching beneath the bed! A hand, not a large hand, 
reached beneath the bed, inches in front of her long 
nose. Still she could not smell anything. The hand 
began groping the air beneath the bed, trying to find 
something, trying to find her! That's why he had come 
here, he wanted her. To take her from the house, away 
from Peter and any hope she had of being human again.

	The hand once again moved in front of her 
muzzle. Taking action Clara bit into the hand with 
her sharp teeth. They stuck. As hard as she tried to 
pry her teeth loose from the hand she could not open 
her mouth. The hand had captured her mouth as if it 
were glue. She tried to pull away but she could not 
match the strength of the man. 

	The hand pulled her from out under the bed. She 
resisted but it was futile. The man looked down at 
her, smiling a devious grin. She tried to back away 
but was held firmly by the entrapping hand. For some 
reason the man didn't seem to mind that his hand was 
being bitten by sharp teeth, as though he had 
anticipated it.

	The man fell to his knee and petted Clara on 
the head. Clara whined from the indignity, unable to 
express herself any other way.

	"Hello girl," said the man. "You're a fine 
looking beast. My name's Marlos. I'm going to take 
you to my home until your master gets back. Don't 
worry about anything, you won't be hurt. I don't want 
to get your master angry. But I couldn't help but 
notice that he left you all alone while he went away.

	"I don't know why he did that but it isn't a 
very nice thing to do to a pet. So I'll take care of 
you for know. It'll be fun, I've got some dogs of my 
own and a private kennel. And I've got a really big 
castle so you can run around all you want. Doesn't 
that sound fun?"

	Clara wanted to tell him that it sounded 
horrible. That she was really a woman, Peter's wife, 
not his pet. But she couldn't, not in her wolf form. 
She growled around the man's hand. He took no notice.

	"I'm sure you'll get along fine with my dogs. 
They're very friendly."

	Marlos waved his free hand and she passed out.

***

	Peter woke with a start. He had been dreaming 
of Clara. Through the foggy vision of his half woken 
eyes he thought he saw movement, but as it cleared 
there was nothing, simply the darkness of night. 
Peter closed his eyes and allowed himself to again be 
immersed in the memories of Clara's touch.

	As he began to once again regress into sleep 
the touch of human hands fell upon his thighs. 
Peter's eyes stared wide at the ceiling above him as 
his mind raced through possibilities. Suddenly a wet 
enclosure suckled on his cock, a mouth. Peter through 
back the covers and craned his neck to see who it 
was.

	Of course it was Aethis. She manipulated his 
cock with her tongue until he grew hard. His cock, 
rubbing against the moist interior of her mouth, 
quickly became rigid. He tried to pull himself into a 
sitting position but her grip on his thighs was 
strong. He had to do a sit up instead. She looked up 
at him from his lap, a slight grin forming around his 
member. He was stuck, her strength to keep him in 
position was more than his to pull away. She had his 
lower body pinned to the bed, at the mercy of her 
attentive mouth.

	Aethis' mouth played expertly with Peter's 
penis, sucking, licking, nibbling, anything she 
wanted, he couldn't resist. As her enthusiastic 
sucking continued he felt his body begin to tense 
with the imminent oncome of his orgasm. Aethis felt 
the change and halted her ministrations. She let the 
cock slip out of her mouth.

	To Peter is was both a blessing and a curse. A 
blessing because she had stopped her assault on his 
body but a curse because, well because now he was 
horny as all hell and wanted to get off. Aethis 
crawled forward on his body. Although her hold on his 
thighs was gone Peter made no move to resist. She 
stopped when she was eye level with him, their eyes 
expressed silently the lust both had pent up within 
them. Aethis moved her hips, not once taking her eyes 
off of Peter's face, and mounted his hard member, 
letting it slide smoothly into her moist cunt.

	Aethis began to ride Peter's body like a woman 
possessed. Her large tits bounced in synch with her 
bucking body. Peter's cock would momentarily 
disappear into her ravenous cunt and then reappear 
with Aethis' wild surging movements. Peter simply lay 
back as the beautiful Amazon fucked his body, 
enjoying the increasing pleasure that flowed through 
his body with each second his cock thrust into the 
bandit's cunt.

	It continued through the night, the Amazon 
falling and rising earnestly on the Hermit's cock, 
the pair never stopping until Aethis had finally fell 
onto his body from exhaustion, her body covered in 
sweat and a fulfilled smile on her face. Peter felt 
her weight press against his body, wondering if he 
could ever go back to Clara.

***

	Clara awoke in a strange place. Still a wolf, 
she could smell strange odors in the room with her 
lupine nose. She shook her head trying to clear her 
vision. As the world began to focus around her, 
distinct images began to take shape, stone walls, 
large cubbies around the room filled with straw and 
meat, and three large dogs staring at her.

	Clara whined. Dogs, large dogs. They eyed her 
hungrily. She began to edge backward, to put as much 
distance between herself and them as possible. Her 
heart raced wildly.

	The Magician had said she was taking her to his 
castle so she could stay in his kennel. He was 
unaware of the curse that had been placed on her 
human self, making her a wolf as long as she did not 
have a cock stuffed in her. He treated her like a 
wolf, even worse, like dog, when she was neither. Now 
his dogs stared at her, unsure of this new canine. 
She got the distinct impression that she was 
unwelcome and that the situation might turn violent 
at any second. She wanted to go home, she wanted 
Peter.

	Long ago, before she met Peter, when she had 
been alone, unable to get a man to fuck her as a wolf 
and unwilling to let other wolves mate with her, she 
ended up roaming the world as a wolf. Unable to 
survive as a lone wolf she would temporarily join 
wolf packs to survive. The influence had made her 
even more like a wolf. She had actually felt her 
humanity slip away. But then, in between packs, she 
had met Peter and her humanity had come rushing back. 

	But now it seemed she was to spend a long time 
with canines again. Peter didn't even know what 
happened to her, what if he returned home and thought 
she had abandoned him? What if he never came for her? 
What if she was to forever be a wolf? What if Peter 
abandoned her? Clara began to panic.

	One of the dogs let out a loud growl. He 
approached Clara, a suspicious look in his eye. She 
froze, afraid of the oversized beast. His monstrous 
nose began to sniff at her body, analyzing the scent 
every inch of her body gave off. She simply stood 
still.

	Finally he ended his long examination. He crept 
up and mounted her. The action startled Clara. The 
large dog's front paws rested on her back and the 
head of his large cock found its way to her vaginal 
entrance. 

	God, no, Clara screamed to herself. No, no, no. 
This couldn't be happening. The magician had planned 
it all along, she had been brought here to be mated 
to his dogs! 

	Clara tried to wrench herself free of the large 
dog but it growled loudly in anger. Its two 
companions took up the growl, revealing their sharp 
teeth, filling the room with the scary sounds of 
maddened beasts threatening harm. The sound caused 
Clara to stop in fear, her body unable to move.

	The dog behind her thrust forward, sending his 
oversized cock into her wolfen cunt. Almost instantly 
Clara felt her body transform from wolf to human. She 
screamed as the large dog cock stretched the walls of 
her human sized vagina.

	The dog, sensing the transformation, paused and 
was surprised to find himself fucking a blonde woman 
and not a wolf. But rather than be dismayed, the dog 
seemed overjoyed and began to pound Clara's cunt with 
enthusiasm.

	The other dogs stared at the blonde woman their 
friend was fucking. She was beautiful with an modest 
bosom, her face a mixture of pain, sorrow, and fear. 
They scrambled forward, each racing the other for the 
chance to stick their cock in her mouth. 

	These oversized dogs had once been human and 
their human tastes remained the same. While they did 
not relish fucking a female wolf, though their master 
had commanded them to, they were only to eager to 
fuck a desirable woman.

	For Clara the experience brought back memories 
of when she had first met Peter. She had been 
overpowered by another wolf and forced to mate with 
him. This of course brought about her transformation 
and she had soon found herself the rape victim of a 
wolf. Then Peter had found and saved her. Peter 
learned of her curse and didn't care, never once 
treating her like a freak or making her feel like a 
wolf, taking care of her like she was his wife.

	But Peter was far away and couldn't save her 
now.

	Another dog shoved its foul tasting cock in her 
mouth while the one working her pussy showed no signs 
of relenting. Clara began to cry.

***

	Peter was having woman problems. He shouldn't 
have been, he had a wife waiting for him back in his 
large cabin in the forbidden woods. Well, almost a 
wife, a woman he loved as much as a wife.

	So he felt particularly guilty about the tall 
Amazon bandit that was holding on to his arm. Aethis 
was as giddy as a lovesick little girl, although she 
sure as hell didn't look like one. Ever since that 
night when they had fucked, the Amazon kept talking 
about how they were meant for each other. Peter was a 
bit apprehensive about that. He wasn't completely 
sure but he might have been raped.

	Aethis didn't seem to worry about such matters. 
She had found a man worthy to be her mate. She walked 
proudly next to Peter down the dirt path to Lorit 
City, holding on to her beloved's arm.

	"I hope our first child is a girl," Aethis 
said. 

	The statement caused Peter to flinch. He wasn't 
sure how to tell Aethis that it wouldn't work out. 
Ever since her ordeal in the city near the forbidden 
woods she had been pretty unstable emotionally, a 
confrontation like that could destroy her.

	"It will be a strong girl," Aethis continued. 
"She will have my physical strength and your 
courage."

	God, thought Peter, what if she's already 
pregnant? They had only spent the one night fucking 
but that might have been enough. What would he do? 
What would Clara do? Even if Aethis wasn't pregnant, 
how would Clara respond to him fucking another woman? 
Had he already destroyed his chances of true 
happiness with the woman he loved?

	"Peter?" 

	Peter snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? What?"	

	"What are you thinking about?"

	"Clara." Peter flinched again. He hadn't meant 
to say that, it just slipped out. God, what would the 
damage be on Aethis' emotional state?

	Aethis didn't seemed phased in the slightest. 
"Hmm. Yes. We'll have to kill her."

	Peter stopped walking. "What?"

	"We'll have to kill her. You're just invested 
too much in her. You'll need to make a complete 
break, so she needs to die. Then we can live together 
free of any feelings for other people." 	 

	That's when Peter realized that he nothing he 
could say would break the delicate balance of Aethis' 
sanity, it was already broken. The only thing that he 
could do was aggravate or placate her. Poor thing. 

	"Shh," Peter whispered. "I think I hear 
something up ahead."

	Aethis tensed, straining to hear. She took a 
cautious step forward. And then another.

	Peter took out his rifle and brought it down 
against the back of Aethis' head.

***

	Aethis woke slowly, a splitting headache 
seeming to cover her body. She was lying down... on a 
table. The texture of the wood was obvious against 
her naked back. She could feel the air on her skin. 
She was naked. She opened her eyes, allowing the 
light to painfully enter. Everything was blurry.

	"Where am I?" she asked softly.

	"You are in the HQ at Lorit," said a voice, 
amplified by Aethis' headache into a thundering call 
causing her head to reverberate. 

	So Aethis had been brought to the Amazon Bandit 
HQ. Whatever attacked them must not have been after 
death.

	"Where's Peter?" Aethis asked.

	"He has gone."

	Despite the overwhelming pain Aethis tried to 
sit up but found her body secured to the table with 
rope. She strained against it to no avail. She had to 
get to Peter, explain to him that the Amazon Bandit 
code wouldn't let him into the building but that he 
was still wanted. She had to get to him before he 
decided to write her off. Before he forgot about her.

	"Do not struggle," said the voice. It was calm 
and soothing, probably a healer. "You have been 
through an ordeal. Allow me to attend to you."

	Aethis' vision cleared and she saw the healer 
more clearly. Just as all healers she was blonde, 
with long hair falling behind her down to the waist, 
braided into a long ponytail. The healer uniform 
consisted of a white leather g-sting attached to a 
white collar around her neck by means of a long, 
white strap. The strap lay taught down her 
midsection, forming a thin line between her naked 
breasts just as her pony tail formed a line down her 
back.

	The healer placed a hand on Aethis' breast and 
squeezed gently, sending a jolt of excitement down 
the bound Amazon's spine. The healer's other hand 
cupped Aethis' cunt, supple fingers massaging the 
bandit's sex, sending waves of pleasure through the 
nerves of her body. Aethis shivered as the healer 
continued her unending onslaught of sexual 
stimulation. 

	The healer showed no emotion as she worked on 
her patient. Years of healer training had been 
programmed into the woman, these sort of things were 
routine. Her fingers canvassed the flesh of her nude 
patient, using the skills she had been taught to 
pleasure the Amazon bandits. She felt nothing, she 
was nothing more than a healer, her only purpose to 
bring pleasure to real Amazons. She was little more 
than a tool.

	The healer could feel the bandit stiffen as her 
body orgasmed. The moan of pleasure, different than 
the many the healer had heard through the years, it 
had a tinge of grief. The healer did not relent in 
her attentions even though her patient had reached 
orgasm. She could not until the patient had shouted 
the shout of pure joy. 

	Experienced hands continued to stimulate 
Aethis' breasts and cunt. The healer continued her 
assault, playing with the clitoris, gently squeezing 
the nipples, lightly brushing the sensitive lining 
inside the vagina, her hand moving with rapid thrusts 
into the orifice that had become the blonde woman's 
only reason for existence.

	"Peter..." moaned Aethis with regret as she 
succumbed to the abyss of overwhelming pleasure.

***

	It was run down. The house looked like it would 
collapse with a slight breeze. And it was small, much 
smaller than his own house. It couldn't have more 
than three rooms, Peter thought to himself.

	Lorit was nothing like the city near the 
forbidden woods. While that city had been able to 
escape the second Dark Ages and keep its technology 
Lorit was a shambles. Too far away for a Lord to care 
for them and not close enough for the city to give a 
damn, Lorit was a lost city. Its inhabitants knew it 
and had set up their own town government. And to 
attend to their magical needs they had a witch.

	It was this witch's house that was so in a 
shambles. Clara had told Peter that it was an 
illusion, meant to keep out any but those who were 
determined to gain help. Peter could see how such a 
trick could work, he loathed to knock on the door for 
fear that the whole house would collapse. Mentally 
shrugging his shoulders he carefully let his hand 
wrap on the door.

	The door felt solid, it was solid. It was just 
as Clara said, the shabbiness of the house was a 
false image. Peter knocked on the door and waited.

	"One minute," a cracked voice said softly. 

	The door opened to reveal an old man. A really 
old man in a butler's uniform. There didn't seem to 
be an inch of him that wasn't covered in wrinkles. He 
was small and hunched over. 

	"May I help you?" he asked in a tired whisper.

	"Um, I'm here to see the witch," Peter said.

	"This way," intoned the man. He turned and 
began to walk away. Peter followed him through the 
house. Now that he was inside it seemed bigger. 
Probably a magic thing. 

	Peter was led to a room in the back of the 
house. He was shown in and the old man left, closing 
the door behind him. Peter's gaze was instantly drawn 
to a beautiful blonde woman in her thirties sitting 
in the middle of the room. She was tall with a 
pronounced chin, delicate features, and bobbed hair. 
She wore a conservative gray business suit. Overall 
she looked very professional, similar to a business 
executive. Her eyes regarded him over a pair of small 
reading glasses. She closed the book in her lap and 
took off her glasses.

	"May I help you?" she asked calmly.

	"Ah, yes, are you the witch?"

	"Yes I am."

	"I'm here about Clara."

	"Who?"

	"The woman you cursed," Peter clarified. "She 
turns into a wolf if she doesn't have a cock in her?"

	"Ah yes. The slut."

	Peter flinched. "Clara," he said sternly.

	"What about her?"

	"Well, if you wouldn't mind, could you remove the 
curse?"

	The witch gave him an odd look, trying to figure 
out who he was. Her brow wrinkled as she began to ponder 
her visitor. It was obvious she never expected anyone to 
come to her about Clara, especially not to remove any curse.

	"No," said the witch.

	Peter hesitated. He had expected some problems 
with this endeavor, but he was unsure how to proceed.

	"Do you want to know why?" asked the witch.

	Peter nodded.

	"Back when Clara was working for me she had an 
affair with my husband."

	"No she didn't," Peter protested. "You just 
thought she did. She told me all about it. She said 
she..."

	"She fucked him," The witch interrupted 
angrily. "Don't be a fool, they fucked. I know. I 
caught them together. His dick was in her cunt. They 
had been planning to run away together. For that they 
must be punished."

	Peter was silent. He let this new information 
gel in his mind. Clara had fucked the witch's 
husband. She had been with another man. He never 
brought it up, he knew she had fucked before they 
met. (Hell, the first time he saw her she had a 
wolf's cock in her.) He always knew that she probably 
had other lovers, men she fucked and loved, before 
they had met as well. Still, somewhere in the back of 
his mind he had hoped that he was the first. But it 
was an unrealistic expectation and he knew it. Just 
because he was raised in isolation didn't mean that 
she had to be too. No, what really hurt about this 
was that she had been planning to run away with the 
witch's husband. From what Clara had said the witch 
mistakenly thought Clara was trying to steal her 
husband, that the curse had been unjust. She had lied 
to him. Shit.

	"How do you know?" he asked unsteadily.

	"I saw them," the witch repeated angrily. "I 
said that."

	"No, how do you know they were planning to run 
away together?"

	The witch tapped her forehead. "I read their 
thoughts. Damn slut thought she could steal him from 
me. Taught her though. No one crosses me and gets 
away with it."

	"What about him? Why didn't you punish him?"

	"What makes you think I didn't. I turned him 
into a bug. I think a bird ate him."

	Peter stared at her. Was she that cold or was 
did her husband's betrayal hurt her that bad? He 
didn't dare to ask her. Besides, he wasn't sure how 
he felt about Clara's betrayal. Should he still try 
to get her cure or just let her stay a wolf? And then 
what? Cast her out of his house, keep her as a wolf? 
God, it was just so confusing.

***

	Marlos burst into the kennel. He had been in 
his study when he had heard another scream. He 
thought he had solved his problem by bringing his 
dogs that wolf bitch. They were supposed to fuck her, 
not find some woman to rape. Christ, did he have to 
cut off their dicks to get them to stop?

	He looked down at them from the doorway atop 
the stairs. His guess had been right, they were 
raping some blonde woman. He snapped his fingers and 
they all crumpled to dust. Before his eyes the woman 
transformed into a wolf. Not just a wolf, the wolf, 
the one he had taken from the hermit's cabin. Shit. 
He read the wolf magically. She had a curse, that 
explained it. 

	He thought of the spell and removed it. Bright 
light whirled around her and exploded. With the last 
explosion her curse was lifted and in the middle of 
the room stood an incredibly beautiful naked blonde 
woman. She looked at him surprised. Marlos smiled, 
she was beautiful, her body near perfection. He 
stared, fascinated by her breasts. She must have 
noticed for she collapsed to the ground into a ball, 
hiding herself.

	Later, in the drawing room, after she had been 
clothed (he regretted that but it wouldn't do to have 
her think him a lecher) he had gotten the whole story 
out of her. About the mistaken witch who thought 
Clara was trying to steal her husband, about the 
curse, and about how she had moved in with Peter. She 
didn't mention how she had met Peter though. Still 
that was her choice. 

	"A very interesting story," Marlos commented. 
"You certainly have been through many hardships."

	"Yes," Clara agreed. "But I still don't 
understand how you reversed my curse."

	"Are you glad I did?"

	"God yes, it feels great to be human again."

	"Then I'm glad as well. It was a simple spell. 
Once I figured out you had a curse I just ended it."

	"Thank you. Even if it was a simple spell. Oh I 
can't wait until Peter gets home. He'll be so happy 
and I can be with him and not be that damn wolf."

	"You're going back then?" asked the wizard 
disappointed.

	"Of course."

	"I see."

	"What?"

	"Well, I thought that you were only with him 
because he was willing to turn you human by fucking a 
wolf."

	"Oh no. It was like that at first but after a 
while I actually grew fond of him."

	"Fond. Is that all?"

	"No." Clara paused for a moment. She thought 
about Peter, visualized him in her mind and felt a 
flood of feelings overcome her and bathe her soul. 
"No, I think I love him."

	"I see. So why did you send him away to the 
witch in Lorit, a journey at least a week away, for a 
cure. Why not just send him to me?"

	"I didn't know you were friendly."

	The wizard scoffed.

	"What?" Clara demanded.

	The wizard gazed into her eyes. "I am friendly. 
But I'm not to sure that you understand that. You're 
boyfriend on the other hand, he knew I was here. I'm 
the closest thing he has to a neighbor. And yet he 
decides to travel for weeks to find a cure for your 
curse rather than just coming to me. That doesn't 
sound very friendly does it?"

	Clara shook her head absently. 

	"No, it doesn't. And I wonder why he went on 
such a long trip. You don't think it could be because 
of you could it? I mean, maybe he was just sick and 
tired of you and your wolf body. Maybe he just wanted 
to get away from you for a few weeks."

	Clara thought about it. She didn't want to, but 
the seed was planted in her mind. Did Peter not want 
her? But she was human now, completely human. They 
could be together all the time now. No, she was sure, 
as long as she was human Peter wouldn't be leaving 
her ever again. It was the wolf that Peter hated, not 
her. He could see it in his eyes, when he saw the 
wolf he was repulsed. But when he looked into Clara's 
eyes there was nothing but love. Now she and him 
would be together forever.

	"Oh, one thing," said Marlos. "The counter 
spell isn't permanent."

	"What?" shrieked Clara.

	"Yeah. Until I get to know the spell that 
cursed you I can't come up with a permanent counter-
spell. Your curse will come back at the end of 
twenty-four hours."

	Clara could feel Peter slipping away already. 
"How long until you can...?"

	"A year, at least," said Marlos automatically. 

	A year. A year until she would be cured. Peter 
wouldn't wait that long. IF he was truly sick of her 
wolf form then there was no way he would endure 
another year of it. No way at all.

	"Cheer up," said Marlos. "Maybe your boyfriend 
will get the cure from that witch." 

	Fat chance, thought Clara. The witch hated her. 
There was no way in hell she would help Clara, not to 
mention take off the curse she herself had put on 
her.
	
	"You know," said Marlos. "You could stay here 
with me."

	"What?"

	"At least until Peter comes back from his trip. 
I'll keep using the temporary counter spell to keep 
you human until then. If you want though, you can 
stay here until I can come up with a permanent cure. 
With you here at the castle it would only take six 
months. By then the temporary spell should be 
ineffective, but you'll be cured so it won't matter."

	"Can Peter stay too?"

	"I don't know if he would. He is a hermit."

	"Oh. Yeah," Clara mumbled. She wondered what 
she should do. Go back to the cabin with Peter, where 
he would get sick of her and cast her out, leaving 
her a wolf for the rest of her life, or stay here as 
a human but without Peter. Both scenarios left her 
without Peter, but in one she was a wolf... but at 
least she was with Peter for a little while longer.

	God, did she really love him that much, that 
she would forsake her humanity for just a short time 
with him? It was insane! Truly insane! She hated 
being a wolf, despised it more than anything else in 
the world. Here she had a chance to be human and she 
was thinking of giving it up for a man.

	Completely insane.

	"Let me think about it," she said.

***

	The witch had asked Peter to sit. Peter 
politely refused, pointing out that the only chair in 
the room was the one the witch sat in. She stood but 
he remained standing, claiming he didn't want to 
impose. After a couch had appeared out of thin air 
and he obliged her wishes.

	"Tell me something," said the witch as she 
pulled a book from a shelf on the left wall. "How 
much do you really know about Clara?"

	"I don't know. Enough. She doesn't really 
remember much after the year as a wolf."

	The witch laughed. "I'm sure she doesn't. I 
keep forgetting how good that spell is."

	"It's not funny." 

	"Not to you. I think it's great. Then she 
hasn't told you about how before she worked she 
shacked up with some knight over in one of the Nodi 
countries."

	"No."

	"It didn't work out. She was with him only 
because he was the only one in her city with a big 
house. Come to think of it, that's why she tried to 
steal my husband. He was a pretty powerful wizard and 
offered her anything she wanted. They didn't count on 
my power though."

	"Why are you telling me this."

	"Isn't it obvious. I'm trying to establish the 
pattern for you. She fucks people because of what 
they can give her. She did it with the knight and she 
did it with my husband. Now she's moved on to you. 
Mind you she's her reasons have changed."

	Peter began to fidget. "What?"

	"You are fucking her aren't you. I mean you 
have to be or else she wouldn't be able to tell you 
these things. Your cock must be in her constantly."

	"A fair amount of time," Peter agreed, 
embarrassed.

	"Right. Well she's fucking you so that she can 
be human. Before it was for comfort or power but now 
its just so she can hold on to her humanity. Come on, 
don't tell me the thought hasn't occurred to you 
before."

	"She brought it up once. She said that at first 
that was the reason but that it wasn't like that 
anymore. She loves me now."

	"Right. Okay. Sure. Whatever. I'm sure she fell 
in love with you despite the fact that you were the 
only man in a year who was willing to shove his cock 
up some wolf's pussy. Let me guess, she said that the 
fact that the one turning her human was you was a 
bonus to humanity."

	"Yeah."

	"Thought so. It's a line, Peter. A line, 
nothing more. Look at you, you came all this way just 
to get a cure for her curse. Do you really think 
she'll stay around once she's cured?"

	"She will," Peter whispered, barley audible. 
"She loves me."

	"Please. What can you offer her? She'll have 
her humanity, the only thing you could offer her that 
no one else could. Once she's got that she won't need 
you anymore. Don't delude yourself."

	"But I love her."

	"How much? Enough to lose her just so she'll be 
happy? Enough to give her what she wants even though 
she'll throw you away like a used tissue? Because 
that's what she'll do. She'll find someone else who 
can fulfil her new wants and fuck him. Can you really 
cure her knowing that you'll go back to an empty 
house while her cunt gets reamed by some landowner or 
she has her mouth engorged around a knight's prick?"

	"I don't know. Maybe. I can't stand to see her 
unhappy."

	"God you've got it bad. Okay so maybe you love 
her, but don't you dare think for a damn minute that 
she loves you. She doesn't love, she uses, she fucks, 
she sucks, she takes it up the ass, but she does not 
love. She's like a hermit crab, taking whatever's 
convenient and suits her needs. Once she outgrows it 
she moves on."

	"I see it in her eyes."

	"See it in her eyes," the witch spit out. 
"Right, that's genuine. Do you know how easy that is 
to fake?"

	Peter looked at her skeptically. The witch 
sighed and threw the book in her hand onto her chair. 
With a snap of her fingers both their clothes 
disappeared. She walked up to him, her hips swaying 
seductively, her breasts making alight bounces with 
each step. The sight of her delicious body caused 
Peter's cock to start stiffening.

	She straddled his lap, slowly lowering her cunt 
onto his cock. Carefully she slid the whole of his 
cock into her hole until she sat on his legs, his 
entire tool filling her sopping cunt. She began to 
fuck him franticly, rising and falling on his pole, 
her body slapping against his legs with a loud clap. 
At once she began to cry out in pleasure, releasing a 
primal moan of ecstasy as Peter's cock was plunged 
into her body in rhythm with his grunts as she worked 
his cock like a woman possessed.

	The witch hugged Peter's face to her breasts, 
allowing her nipples to tickle his features as they 
bounced in motion with her constant movement. Peter 
breathed in the sweet aroma of her sweaty flesh. 
Unable to see anything except her breasts he focused 
on her stiff nipples as they bounced so closely to 
his face. The witch's skilled movements brought him 
closer and closer to pure bliss with each descent her 
cunt made down his manhood. From his engulfed 
position in the witch's bosom he could hear her 
shouting loudly.

	"Oh god! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Gimme your cock! 
Please!"

	Obviously she was reaching a climax. As the 
witches cunt continued to squeeze at Peter's cock, 
milking it for all it was worth, Peter could feel one 
approach as well. Soon his body began to tingle as 
his body clenched up and released a flush of sperm 
into the witch's cunt, coating the walls of her 
vagina with the gooey seed. 

	The witch slowly made one last slide down 
Peter's slowly softening cock, juices from both heir 
bodies seeping from her cunt. She lay herself on 
Peter's chest and looked up at him with a smile. He 
looked down at her, her eyes sparkling with some odd 
cheeriness.

	"I love you," she whispered.

	Peter suddenly panicked. First Aethis and now 
this. What the fuck was he going to...

	The witch snapped her fingers and suddenly they 
were both clothed and she was sitting in the chair 
she had been in when he first entered the room. The 
book she had tossed there was on her lap and she 
looked at him smiling.

	"Like I said, easy to fake. By the way, where 
the fuck was the foreplay?" 

***

	It took time for Clara to come to terms with 
being human again. She wasn't quite used to walking 
around without someone behind, her with his cock in 
her ass. But after a few days she began to remember 
what it was like to live not being impaled on a cock. 
It was refreshing to live like she had used to. The 
last couple of years were beginning to disappear from 
her mind like a bad dream.
	
	Still it felt as though something were missing, 
more than just the cock in her ass. For some reason 
she just couldn't get over Peter. Clara couldn't 
understand it, no man had gotten to her like this. 
She had loved before but when that love began to 
interfere with her life she was able to move on. And 
this was the ultimate interference. If she stayed 
with the magician she could be human permanently in 
six months. But if she went back to Peter she would 
lose that chance.

	Peter or humanity, the choice was obvious. So 
why couldn't she just choose? She wanted to be human 
more than anything else in the world. Right? Could it 
be that she wanted Peter even more? No, impossible. 
She had left Gordon when he lost his knighthood 
despite their love, why was this any different?

	She knew she should just stop thinking about 
Peter. She should live with the magician, fuck him, 
and then leave when she was cured. It was a plan, a 
good plan, a sensible plan. Because really, what was 
more important, to be human or silly puppy love? She 
loved being human. And for the chance to be human 
twenty-four/seven she would do anything.

	Peter had nothing to offer her now. He was just 
a hermit who had helped her out during a hard time. 
For that she would always be thankful but she had to 
look at her future. And in that future she had to be 
free. A human who could move around without a cock 
constantly filling one of her holes. Marlos could 
offer that, Peter couldn't.

***

	On his way home Peter passed by the Amazon HQ. 
He wondered what had happened to Aethis. He felt a 
little guilty for what he had done to her but she 
really was in better hands now. The Amazons could 
help the bandit heal her emotional scars far better 
than he ever could. He paused to pay silent tribute 
to his former travelling companion.

	That done he moved on. The total trip back home 
took two weeks, in which time he saved some children 
from a bog monster, helped an elf maiden (he did not 
fuck her) find her lover, and helped a shape-shifter 
find sanctuary in a monastery. Through it all he kept 
special care of a book that the witch had given him. 
She didn't explain why it was so important, only that 
it was.

***

	Clara lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. 
She had told Marlos of her intentions to stay with 
him. He was overjoyed. She did require him to sign a 
contract though, stating that she would stay for six 
months and he would cure her curse by the end of that 
time. Almost immediately he began to make mild sexual 
advances. No matter, she had been expecting them. She 
fell to her knees at the first mention.

	Reaching into his robes Clara pulled out 
Marlos' large member. She took it in her mouth, 
covering only the head at first. She playfully teased 
it with her tongue, causing his already stiff cock to 
harden like concrete. Her head began to bob on his 
rod, gradually taking inch after inch of his cock 
into her mouth until she had the accommodated the 
whole thing.

	Her mouth making an ring around his cock she 
began to suck on his cock, her tongue licking the 
entire length of his shaft. Her head nodded, or it 
seemed to, as she began to pleasure Marlos orally.

***

	When Peter got home the door was open. 
Cautiously Peter pushed it open all the way. When no 
one attacked he shouted "Attack 01!" The interior of 
the house was bathed with a green light. 

	A mechanical voice intoned ",No intruders 
detected."

	The light faded and Peter walked into his house 
confidently. "Clara," he called.

	There was no response. 

	"Clara," he shouted again, unsure. No response. 
Methodically Peter searched the house for the wolfen 
form of the woman he had grown to love. He could find 
no trace of her. Finally on the kitchen table he 
found two notes.

	The first read 

	"Dear Hermit,

	I am Marlos the Magician, your neighbor in the 
forbidden woods. Know that I have taken it upon 
myself to care for your wolf until your return. I 
have a very large property with a kennel. I am sure 
that she will be more than happy with me. I await 
your return.

	-Marlos"

	The second note read

	"Dear Peter,

	As you may have noticed I'm not home. When I 
was at Marlos' castle he learned of my curse. He 
found a way to cure me. He knows a way to make me 
human. But for it to be permanent I need to live with 
him for six months. I know you know that my greatest 
wish in the world was to become human again and I 
hope you'll be happy that I'm on my way to reaching 
my goal. I'm sorry that you had to travel to the 
witch for nothing, but I'm sure she's told you about 
my past so I know you aren't as sorry that I left as 
you might once have been. Still I want you to know I 
love you, but I need to be human. I'm sorry it had to 
turn out like this.

	-Love, Clara"

	Once he had finished reading the second note 
Peter let it fall from his hand onto the table. 
Shakily he sat down, unaware of his surroundings. 
Absently he placed the book on the table in front of 
him.

	As he sat there the book opened itself. Peter 
looked at it, blinking many times, still in shock at 
Clara's departure. The witch had been right all 
along. What a fool he was. 

	On the first page of the book, written in gold 
ink were the words "Lookie Gooki Rookie."

	"Lookie Gooki Rookie," Peter repeated unable to 
think of anything else to do. 

	The book exploded in a maelstrom of light and 
smoke. When the chaos was over, and Peter could see 
again, the book was gone, as was his kitchen table. 
In its place was a small vial of a pale blue liquid. 
It looked like the window cleaner he used sometimes. 
Next to it was a small piece of paper that read 
",Sometimes life really just sucks."

END

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