Helene hurriedly brushed her long, inky black hair, quelling the dissenting strands one by one. Done with her hair, the fair-skinned woman tapped her reflection on the mirror. The mirror rippled and turned into water. Without magic to hold it in the air, the liquid fell back into its basin, on the floor. Helene picked a towel and wiped the splashes on her legs. This made her realize that she was naked. While Rattsik would certainly not mind being welcomed by her coven sister in her birthday suit, elementary etiquette compelled to dress up.
“Leon. Leon!” she called behind her. Footsteps approached quickly. An impressive lion-man appeared at the door of Helene’s bathroom. The anthropomorphic lion wore a simple loincloth, and a leather collar half-hidden by his thick, dark-brown mane.
“You called, Mistress?” the feline asked. He stayed by the door; he knew better than to make the witch look up at him.
“You took your time, lazy cat! Were you napping again?”
“I have done what you asked, Mistress.” Leon’s tone was almost indignant. “The cushions are in place, so are the snacks. And the incense sticks are out, ready to be lighten up once Lady Rattsik arrive.”
“Good,” Helene said, as she turned around. The big cat averted his eyes, which made her chuckle. Even after all this time, he was still embarrassed to see a woman in the nude. “Fetch the red dress from the dresser and bring it to me.”
“The long one, with the buttons in the front and the opening in the back?”
“Yes. And my newest necklace,  the one with the pearl. It will complement the dress nicely.”
“Of course, Mistress.” And Leon turned around, flashing his deliciously muscular buttocks for a second before disappearing.
When Leon came back with the requested items, she realized that the lion-man has lived with her for almost a year, now. The poor cat was a mercenary, sent on a witch hunt by the fat, indolent bishop of the nearby town. One one-sided fight and one enchanted collar later, the beast-man had become her servant. Leon has adapted surprisingly quickly to his new life: the witch stopped using her mind-control spell after the first week, the heavy metallic magic collar was replaced by a more comfortable leather one after two months, and Leon was given a personal space and almost complete freedom when off the clock after eight months. Considering that the amenities of being a witch’s servant are much better than those of being a mercenary, in more ways than one, she should not be so surprised, she thought.

Half-an-hour later, a portal opened in Helene’s atrium. The flames of the magic lanterns floating in the air crackled without faltering, while Rattsik walked through the deep blue gate. The rat-woman looked around, with the energetic twitches characteristic of her species. Her tail fluttered around in happiness and excitement, and doubled in speed when Helene entered the room to welcome her coven sister.
Helene saw right away that Rattsik dressed up for the occasion as well, in her own rat-woman fashion. Glittering rings and piercings adorned her snow-white fur and her long, hairless tail. They chimed elegantly each time she moved, which was almost all the time. She wore her race’s version of a formal dress: a long strap of cloth, wrapped around her body in elegant and complex patterns. It did its job to ensure the wearer’s modesty, while remaining very enticing to the eye.
Rattsik also took the time to ogle her friend’s dress, then rushed to her and glomped the slightly taller human.
“Helly!” the rodent squeaked. “It’s been so long!”
“Indeed, Little Mouse. Too long,” Helene replied, expecting what her friend would answer next.
“I’m a rat, you big monkey!” Laughter ensued.

The witches lied on the comfortable cushions and caught up with each other. While two years pass in a flash for the oldest of the virtually immortal beings that are sorceresses, Helene and Rattsik were still young and barely out of their respective apprenticeship. And so, they had a lot to tell each other.
Snacks and tea went down, while the topics of conversation went from Helene’s latest extension of her lair, to their latest readings and findings. As the talk and the anecdotes went, and the smell of the incense slowly filled the room, the witches became more tactile with each other. A hand placed on another turned into playing with each other's fingers, then that turned into tickles and caresses. Eventually, Helene and Rattsik found themselves snuggling, half-buried into the small sea of cushions.
“I wish these moments would last forever. You smell so good,” Rattsik whispered.
“And your fur is fluffier than ever,” Helene answered.  The human felt an affectionate lick on her naked shoulder and responded in kind, with a kiss on the rat-girl’s snout. Which elicited a deeper kiss in return, and so on. In the end, the human and the rodent were stretching and wiggling in the middle of the cushions, making out with passion.

After several minutes of passionate kisses and fondling, the women’s carefully chosen dresses were already disheveled. Helene’s dress was entirely unbuttoned, leaving her front open , and it was very quickly thrown away, exposing the human's lean body; Rattsik’s long strap was loose or pushed to the side in the strategic places, exposing her six small breasts and her private parts.
“By the way, Helly,” Rattsik said during a pause. “You never introduced me to this hunky cat over there.”
Helene looked up. Leon was on the other side of the room, obediently watching on his mistress and her guest. Did he expect her afternoon tea to turn this way? After one year with her, he certainly knew better. At the very least, the lion-man was sporting a visible bulge under his loincloth. Before she could say anything, Helene felt Rattsik’s snout press on her right breast and give her erect nipple an energetic suck. The human witch shivered and shouted in surprise, as her hand instinctively wrestled with the furry head trapping her tit. “Ah! Y-you bitch!”
Rattsik raised her head and smiled. “I’m a rat,” she replied, before plunging back into her sister’s chest and cover it with an incessant stream of kisses and nibbles. “He must have so much fun, playing with your ginormous tits,” the rodent said between attacks.
“O-oh! Ah! Y-You can talk,” Helene giggled, while she took her revenge by gently twisting each of the rat-girl’s tits in quick succession. Rattsik froze in place and squeaked loudly. “You got thrice the number. And you're still as sensitive as I remember."
The two witches play-wrestled, giggling like children all along. They harassed each other’s chest until things escalated, and Helene felt Rattsik’s furry hand scoop down on her crotch and stroke her pink button.
“Ahi!”
Happy with her, the rodent witch made a show of licking her now wet fingers in front of Helene. "Hmm.”
Helene chuckled. She wanted to pin the smaller girl on the cushions and make love to her, right here, right now. She was scanning the room for her strap-on, when her eyes locked with Leon's, who sheepishly lowered his eyes and removed his hand from his crotch. The sight gave her a better idea. “Leon, my dear kitten. Stop pretending this doesn’t excite you and come over here.”

Leon strolled towards her mistress, as elegantly as an aroused, wardrobe-sized beast-man could.
“Stay here, for now,” Helene instructed, pointing at a spot next to the cushions.  “We need to prep you up a little. I wouldn’t want the little mouse to hurt herself as she uses you.
“Y-Yes, Mistress.”
“Oh?” Rattsik said. “I’m surprised that you let me use your toys. You are so stingy about the strap-on.”
Helene smirked, and pulled down Leon’s loincloth, exposing a meaty male member which made her friend moan with envy. “Sister, I am using this 'toy' of mine almost every night. I can suffer watching something plant themselves on it, once in a blue moon. Now, come here and help me get this boy all nice and slick.”
Helene gave Leon’s member a lick, to elicit a reaction of the lion while Rattsik crawled to her. The two witches were soon side-to-side, admiring Leon’s erect penis. The rat-girl passed her hand along its length, and felt the barbs running around the base of the otherwise human-like organ.
“Oh? Ooh!” she shouted excitedly, as she discovered the servant's anatomy. She licked his maleness. Timidly at first, then more and more excitedly as soon as Helene joined in. The lion purred in sheer pleasure. “Kitty likes to be taken care of, doesn’t he?” Helene asked teasingly.
“Y-Yes…”
“Did you know, sister, that he likes it even more when I do… This?” The witch suddenly squeezed  Leon’s testicles.
“Mrooww!” the feline roared, dropping pre on Rattsik’s tongue. When the salty-bitter taste reached her brain, her fingers stopped, just as they were in the middle of stretching her vagina; then, she breathed heavily, as she failed to contain her excitement.
One hand on Leon’s package, one hand on Rattsik’s body, Helene watched as her friend lost self-control, leaned forward, and slipped as much of the lion’s cock in her mouth. She made a decent advance, before repeating the motion, until her body reflexes forced her to pause.
“Oh gods and devils,” she said. “This is going to be a big one.”
“M-Mistress,” stuttered Leon. “She... I… Slap! Rwoow!”
“Oh no, you wimp," Helene said, giving the feline's scrotum another slap to stress her point. "You’re not cumming before she bottoms out your cock.” She went behind Rattsik, and joined her hand to the other stimulating the rat’s crotch. “You will bottom it out, won’t you?”
“By all seven Hells, I definitely will!” Rattsik shouted, as she turned her head and nibbled Helene’s neck. Then, she grabbed Leo’s golden-furred leg and nudged it towards the cushions “Y-You! Leo, Kitten, whatever! Over here! On your back!” She barked, with an excitement unfitting a forty-year old witch, but befitting her looking half the age.
“Y-Yes, Lady,” Leon replied meekly. He lied down on the cushions, his penis proudly standing up like a flagpole.

Rattsik straddled the lion-man's belly. The size difference made her knees barely touch the cushion. The rat-woman slowly slid forward-and-back, appraising the size of the penis which rubbed against her fur. "Oh dear. Oh dear," she repeated.
"Having second thoughts?" Helene asked, as she straddled her servant too, to get in front of her sister.
"Second th-" Rattsik puffed out her cheeks, as if she was putting. "I'll show you." The rodent raised herself and lined up Leon's penis with her orifice, an easy job considering how hard he was. Then, before Helene could say anything more, she let herself fall. The head of the lion-man's rod squished its way inside Rattsik's embrace. Helene heard Leon gasp loudly. He was quickly joined by Rattsik's squeaks. "Oh h-hells. O-Oooh. Oh hmm!" The rodent kept going, while more and more beast-man flesh disappeared inside of her, and the hints of a bulge appear under her fur.
"You're doing good, Little Mouse," Helene encouraged her. She guided Leon's hands to Rattsik's legs, so that he could help stabilizing her descent, and covered the rat-woman with kisses. One hand was on her own sex, pleasuring herself. Rattsik paused when she reached half-way. "Are you good?" Helene asked.
"Y-Yes. Oh, Helene, you lucky monkey. I-I think I'm going to cum before reaching the end."
"Take your time, sister. I'll keep our pet busy in the meantime," Helene said, as she slid down Leon's golden fur and sat on his face. He knew what to do. The witch felt a raspy tongue lap at her sex. "Ooh, good kitten."
In the meantime, Rattsik rode Leon's member. She slowly rocked up and down. She already felt so filled, and each time she took more of the pillar of flesh, the more powerful the stimulus was. It went deeper, centimeter by centimeter, until only the barbed base remained. "H-Hell gods. I-If I take more of it..." she squeaked.
Suddenly, she felt Leon's hands change their grip. "Wh-What are yo- Slap Eek!" Rattsik's protest turned into a loud squeak when the lion-man pushed her down the remaining length of his maleness. Its tip pushed against the rat-woman's cervix, while the barbs grated against her sensitive entrance. It was enough to push her into a powerful climax. "Squeeeak! Squ-Squeeeak! SQUEEEEAK!" Her vagina clamped on Leon, drenching his pubis with squirts. She did not realize that the lion-man has also reached an orgasm, and that she was milking every last drop of cum he was squirting out in the rodent's womb.
Helene joined them quickly, her incoherent grunts joining Rattsik's squeaks in a funny choral when she felt her servant's rough tongue wiggle in her sex.

Moments later, covered in sweat and tired, Helene and Rattsik crawled on Leon’s panting chest to give themselves a long, cool-down hug. “I should get one too. A pet, I mean,” the rodent mused.
"Hm-hm,” her human friend mumbled in agreement. “And we need to see each other more often, too…”
"Yes, that too. Do you mind if I take a nap, Big Monkey?" Rattsik's thin arms clutched at Helene's naked body, unwilling to let go.
"Not at all, Little Mouse. Not at all."
The two girls slowly drifted to sleep in each other’s arms. Then, Leon rose slowly. He grabbed Helene in his arms. Silently, slowly, he carried her to the bathroom, where he had preemptively drawn a warm bath. He patiently washed her from the sweat and the other fluids on her body, then carried her to her bed. A moment later, Rattsik was given the same treatment, and the two women were sleeping soundly together. “Good night, Mistress. Today was fun, too,” he whispered, in a warm voice devoid of subservience, but full of affection. The lion snapped his finger to turn off the magic lanterns, and returned to his room.