In the old, Victorian era, magic has all but been erased from the world in favor of religion that the so-called evangelists just use to line up their own pockets like the greedy goblins they are. But all is not lost as a handful of people still cling to their mystical roots, origins, and traditions, taking students under their wings, be they strangers or young generations of their family, all to keep the legacy alive.

However, there are kinds of magic that should not be touched or even approached at any cost. For dabbling in that kind of dangerous and ancient magic will spell doom for one or doom for all.

*****

Two young boys, both around 8 yrs of age, huddled around in their dark room one night, a large summoning circle drawn in the center. “Are you sure this is gonna work?” Peter, the more timid and nervous of the two, a black panther cub asked his friend.

Said friend, Brenton, a cape dog pup flipped through some pages of a grimoire he swiped from their teacher’s library. “It has to. We have everything ready to go. And we know what the main ingredients is”

Despite their age, both of them were pretty buff, with bulky bodies that even adults would kill to have, which made them the target for many perverted men, especially back at the orphanage where they were picked from by their current teacher. The attention was nice from other boys around them, and some of the adults were pretty nice too, but that place didn’t have a too good of a reputation, especially with handling boys who were in their ‘care’ for longer than desired.

Luckily for them, they didn’t stay long enough, as they were picked up by their current guardian and master, a very wealthy old man who was known as a powerful wizard, with many young apprentices under his belt, all of them living the grand and happy life, learning many things under him beside magic. And he loved each and everyone of them to bits, no one would dare to touch his precious boys unless they would face a wrath mightier than god himself.

And so, our young apprentices here have been pining for their teacher’s attention, just like everyone else, and to have him accept that they were not mere children to be coddled. They wanted to learn ALL kinds of magic, but their pleas were always rebuffed and shutdown, ‘You are not ready’ he always says.

So, as they say: Action speaks louder than words.

“Ready?” Brenton asked Peter, both of them breathing hard as they jerked their cocks, their muscular bodies tensing and covered in sweat, trembling as they rubbed and teased their bodies to stimulate themselves further. “Oh fuck… he-here it comes!” The cape pup growled as tiny drops of cum started oozing out of his tip.

“M-Me too! Cu-Cumming!” Just as Peter made his announcement, both of them moaned out loudly as they busted quite the impressive loads for boys of their age, muscles flexing hard as veins began popping and spreading all over their bodies. Shot after shot, rope after rope was sent flying in the air before splattering all over the circle that they drew in the middle of the room.

Once they came down from their orgasm high, they waited… and waited… and waited some more… But nothing happened.

“What!?” Brenton grabbed the book in shock, flipping through it’s pages frantically. “I don’t understand… we did everything perfectly!”

“Except that we tried substituting a blood offering with a jizz offering?” Peter reminded with a shrug.

“Well, I’m not gonna slice myself open for a stinking spell!” Brenton slammed the book closed in frustration before haphazardly tossing it aside. “Ugh, let’s just go to bed, this was a waste of time”

“Wait, who’s gonna clean this up?” The panther asked as he pointed at the magical circle and the splattering of cum.

“We’ll do it in the morning” The cape dog was already in bed by the time he finished speaking, Peter following suit and doing the same.

Unbeknownst to them, when the book hit the wall then the floor, it flipped open to a certain page, as dark, eerie, but very faint magic briefly oozed out from that certain page.

*****

The next day, the two boys walked into their master’s grand library, probably the biggest room in the entire mansion, with Peter carrying the grimoire from last night, both of them sporting quite the red rumps from being spanked quite hard just minutes ago.

“Well, that’s another day of getting our asses whooped” Peter grumbled as he looked for the place where they got the book from.

Meanwhile, Brenton walked around, looking for something else to do. “Hey, no pain, no gain, Petey.” He chuckled as he made his way to the massive desk on the far side of the library, just looking at the various items on it… until his eyes fell on the large, open book sitting right in the middle. “Huh… not usual for master Murrek to leave his stuff out like this. Especially books” He was about to close the book and put it back in its place… when he noticed the page it was on. “What the…?” Peter was still looking for the previous books place to put it back when he jumped after hearing a loud “PETEY! Come here!”

“What!? You almost gave me a heart attack!” The panther was beside his friend in seconds, grimoire still clutched against his chest.

“Look at this” The cape pup pointed at the drawing on the page. It was an amulet of a large, dark-colored gem with a silver wolf biting down on it “This says that it’s an amulet that was owned by a powerful sorcerer who used to rule our city back in ancient times. Something this powerful would sure be helpful right now” He grumbled as he crossed his arms, his big mantits bouncing slightly.

“Wait!” Peter flipped the grimoire he was still holding open and sifted through the pages… and there it was! “Here!” The page he found showed the exact same amulet “This is supposed to give the owner great power and command over the darkest of forces!”

Hearing that, Brenton beamed with joy and excitement “This is it! This is how we can prove to Master Murrek that we’re ready for anything!”

Peter held his chin in thought… “But, I have no idea where to find it, and this book certain doesn’t say”

“Hang on… It says that this sorcerer used to rule this city, right?” Brenton asked and Peter nodded. “So, that means he used to live around here, right?” Peter nodded again, his face slowly twisting to discomfort as he had an idea of where this was going.

Even more so when Brenton’s face twisted into a wide, almost evil grin.

*****

“Are you sure we have to do this?” Peter asked in a shaking voice, clinging closely to Brenton as they walked through the oldest cemetery in the city they lived in, in the middle of the night. This place was mostly used to bury people with royal and noble heritage, especially the catacombs, their current destination.

“Well, yeah! With that amulet, we might even surpass Master Murrek himself!” Brenton was too excited to be afraid as they walked past the gates leading down to the catacombs, passing by the rows of coffins, used by the royal families of old. Eventually much bigger coffin and fancier looking that all the others “A-ha! That must be it!” Brenton almost raced over to it, with Peter running behind him to catch up.

They read the name on the plaque… “Y-Yeah… sure looks like the guy” Peter confirmed, although he wished he’d have kept his mouth shut.

“Nice! Come on, help me with this!” They stood on either side of the coffin and chanted a spell, causing the earth to many locks on it to break and the coffin, which looked very regal and luxurious in design, to open up “Come to papa Brenton~” The cape dog chuckled like a mad man as the lid finally fell off.

Inside were the dry, leathery, mummified remains of the former ruler, a wolf or canine from the looks of it, but that didn’t matter. The target of their little trip was right there, laid lazily around the body’s neck, the amulet they’ve been looking for.

“We really shouldn’t be-” Peter didn’t get to say much when Brenton shamelessly reached into the coffin and yanked the amulet out, almost ripping the body’s neck off in the process.

“Meh, this old man’s been dead for centuries! No one’s gonna notice if something went missing or not. Not like they inspect these graves or anything” Brenton then chanted another spell, causing the coffin to close and the locks to return to their original place “Come on, let’s get out of here before someone comes around” With that, they began making their way out of the catacombs

“Time to see what this thing can do! Can’t wait to see the look on Murrek’s face when we surpass him!” Brenton almost skipped out of the catacombs with Peter, shooting brief and quick glances every now and then back in the coffin’s direction, still feeling horrible about the whole thing.

Once they were far enough to see or hear, a deep growl emitted from where the coffin was as this shadowy mist began oozing out of the coffin.

*****

As they walked away, Peter slowed down his pace as he noticed something strange as they walked down the streets “Uh… was it always this foggy when we went out?”

“It’s always foggy around this time of year. Nothing new around here” Brenton shrugged, the amulet now hanging nicely around his neck, wearing it with sick pride.

*Grrrrr* Both of them froze in place as they heard this deep, monstrous growl right behind them “Uh, Brent… please tell me that was your stomach…”

“Um… would it be bad if I said… no?” As Brenton replied, both of them sloowly turned around… coming face to face with a very big, very hard, and throbbing mancock. Then their eyes slowly rose up to see who it belonged to…

Standing right behind them was this huge, anthro dog- or wolf, it wasn’t clear- black fur all over, muscles bigger than their own bulging everywhere, big and thick nipples all perked and rigid, growling and huffing with drool trailing down the sides of his mouth.

The big beast didn’t have a face though, not a normal one anyway. Just this skeletal head covered with as thick and black fur as the rest, while the front remained completely bare of skin, flesh, and fur. His eyes glowed with this demonic, ghostly fire instead of actual eyes, almost felt like he was glaring right into their very souls.

“Naughty, naughty boys~” The beast said in a very deep, almost demonic voice, grabbing onto the boys’ heads before they could even think of escaping, lifting them both easily… before SLAMMING them into the ground, causing both to scream in pain “You really shouldn’t have messing with powers beyond you”

“Wait, please! We’re sorry!” Brenton cried out, trying to pry the beast’s hand off of him, but to no avail.

“W-W-We’ll put it back! We promise!” Peter tried doing the same, but with the same, futile results.

The beast didn’t heed their pleas, he released their heads from his iron grip, but kept his hands on them, rubbing their bodies with his rough palms, groping and molesting their muscles. Eventually he gripped onto one of each of their pecs and squeezed down, forcing a moan out of both of them, his claws slightly digging into the soft and plump meat of their mantits.

He then knelt down towards Peter, taking the whole pec into his mouth and started loudly and messily slurping away, forcing a louder moan from the black panther as his fangs dug into Peter’s tit, leaving quite the visible mark on it and the whole pec was covered in monster slobber. He then shifted over to Brenton to do the same thing, the cape dog whining like the slut he is, the Hound teasing and molesting the other pec and nipple with his free hand, pinching on it hard and pulling just as hard, forcing many sounds out of the canine.

Despite the noises they were making, no one seemed to be coming to the boys’ aid, the whole street was empty with nothing but this abnormally thick fog to cover their peril.

With a deep snarl, the Hound suddenly flipped Brenton onto his hands and knees, tearing his loose and baggy clothes off him with one hard pull from his clawed hand, lining himself with the pup’s now exposed and quivering pucker… “No… no, wait! Please! It’s too-” *SCHLAP* “AWWOOOO~!” The Hound didn’t care, he just slammed himself right into the cape dog’s hole and insides, bulging out his belly obscenely with a perfect imprint of his cock stretching the pup’s abs out.

“Hehehe, little slut! That went in easier than I imagined~” The Hound mocked as he started thrusting hard and fast into the boy, his hips slapping loudly against Brenton’s muscular ass, with the pup barking, whining, and moaning in both pain and pleasure, using a slow but strong pace *SLAP CLAP SMACK PLAP SCHLAP* each time his hips slammed into Brenton’s behind.

“Don’t think I forgot about you!” The beast suddenly grabbed Peter and lifted him off the ground till the feline was on eye level, or rather, Peter’s tits were, then started shlurping and sucking on his mantits, growling and snarling like the hungry monster he was as his fangs slightly dug into the panther’s pecs, pulling and rolling them in his mouth, leaving countless bite marks all over both pecs while leaving them all glossy and shining from sweat and monster spit. All the while, he was still thrusting mercilessly into Brenton, rearranging and stretching his insides roughly with that massive cock of his.

Then suddenly, he yanked himself out of Brenton, shoving and pressing him down on the ground with one, big foot, right before he *SCHLAP* slammed himself into Peter, who cried out and yowled loudly as the Hound rutted him with such speed that his hips were a blurr, just a constant *SLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP* just ringing in both Peter’s and Brenton’s ears.

This went on for quite a long time, the Hound just slamming and tossing the boys around like ragdolls, taking turns between fucking one and the other, the one he wasn’t fucking, he would molest them with his big, clawed hands and mouth, leaving each of them covered from neck to thighs in slobber, claw marks, bitemarks, and even some bruises here and there from how roughly he was throwing and smacking them around.

However, even a demon has his limits. He grabbed onto Peter first, slamming into him at a merciless, blindingly fast pace, he only needed to adjust his angle a bit until… *SCHLRK* “GLUGK!!!” And his cock head popped out of the feline’s mouth, throat bulged out as he was now fully skewered on the Hound’s cock, the beast still thrusting away while gripping HARD onto the panther’s mantits, Peter was afraid they were going to pop in the Hound’s grip.

Brenton could do nothing but watch as his flailing friend eventually slowed down his struggles, the light slowly leaving his eyes… until his entire body went completely limp. The cape dog was frozen in fear as the Hound made a show of sloooowly removing his friend’s body from his cock, the whole time hearing this nasty *ssshhlllrrrrp* sound, then just dropped him to the side.

“Your turn now, pup~” The beast said in a menacing, sadistic manner as he grabbed Brenton, lifted him up… and SLAMMED him down onto his cock, from that one thrust, the cape pup felt that huge cock bursting out of his mouth from the get go, blocking all of his airways as he felt his throat bulging out to the point he felt it might explode ever time the Hound’s cock throbbed.

He was too worried about being unable to breath to worry about getting mercilessly raped in this manner, but eventually, he began feeling it. His chest getting tighter from the lack of air, his entire body slowly locking up and slacking, vision growing blurry and eventually dark… then his body went limp as everything went dark.

*****

The next morning, an old, slim but pretty ripped cougar stood in a dark, empty alley, far away from the sight of society, arms crossed and shaking his head in disappointment “And here I had such high hopes for the both of you. What a waste” Then walked away.

He was addressing the dead bodies of Peter and Brenton, both bodies left bloated with cum oozing out of their gaped out holes, covered in all kinds of scars and bruises, their fur matted from all the cum, sweat, and slobber. No one really noticed the bodies until much later, it was then decided that the boys were jumped by a gang of perverted vagrants who couldn’t keep it in their pants.

The amulet that the boys stole was mysteriously placed back in it’s rightful place, around the former ruler’s neck, where it’s supposed to remain, the coffin still emitting this shadowy, menacing miasma that almost engulfed the whole catacombs. One could even hear this menacing, eerie, and evil chuckle coming from the coffin if they dared to get close for any reason.