[b]This short story contains: Anthro canine male x Anthro feline female Hypnotism Imprisonment [/b] ---------------------------- "How long are you going to keep at this?" He was chained to the wall by his wrists, seated on the hard rock floor with a tired posture, but a defiant air about him. An adventurer - a brown-furred canine, wearing practical iron armor and an impressively shiny sword, coming to the witch-cat's lair in hopes of defeating her for a rich reward. The black-furred and dainty feline looked utterly outclassed compared to the strong and confident dog, her garb a simple and non-protective cloak that easily covered her entire body, sans the classic witch hat adorned between her ears. It looked so easy to him that he'd rushed in with bravado, sword held high. The sneering cat found it so satisfying to sidestep that first swing, and jab her potion-dipped claw into his neck. He'd fallen without so much as a yelp, knocked out into magically induced sleep. Ever since then, she'd paid a daily visit to the wondefully plain rock cell she'd locked him up in. He'd lost count of the days that had passed, each one blending into the next - an uncomfortable wake-up, a visit from the witch, a.... blurred mess of memory he could never interpret, followed by the conjuration of water and bread to punctuate her departure. And repeat. He'd concluded the foggy memory was a result of her using magic to probe his brain and look for secrets, making him all the prouder that he'd resisted her efforts - well, she wouldn't keep coming back if she'd gotten what she wanted, right? The dog growled at his silent captor, this witch standing just out of his reach. "You said you'd let me go soon. How long?" "When I say so," she murmured, soft and delicate, an unfriendly smile on her face. "It had better be," he snarled. "They'll come find me if they have to. You'll see." She wouldn't see, and she knew it. This proud canine worked alone and told nobody of his goal that day, unwilling to risk his treasured goal being claimed by a faster adventurer. The witch-cat grinned. "Do your worst." The dog was sneering, defiant as always. Saying nothing, the witch held up her paw, rubbed the digits together, feeling that familiar pulse of magic between them. Power. Oh, how she loved power. "Hah!" He wasn't impressed. "Cheap tricks again, I knew it. You're usele - " Snap. As if fueled by the magic in her, that digit's snapping gesture cracked out with incredible volume. All at once the canine gasped, ceased... and stood limply, gazing at her with a confused expression. The witch began to purr. That smile on her face became softer, more affectonate, as she stepped up close. "...." "... who's a good boy?" His head snapped up. Eyes lit in excitement, a happy dumb grin on his face. Hopeful. "That's right," she whispered, unclasping the chains around his wrists, and casually stripping off the one garment he'd been allowed to wear, a ragged loincloth. "You're a good boy." "Hhhhah!" Simple joy flooded his expression as he nuzzled her cheek, tail wagging a mile a minute. Energy was pent up, eager to burst at her command. Her lips pressed to his own in a simple kiss, one he reciprocated with wild affection and wet slurps of the tongue. When they parted, her arms wrapped around that toned canine torso. Her body, lithe and slender, pressed snugly to the bigger dog in an oh-so-satisfying way. The dog had taken to her affections as he always did. She could tell by the prod of his cock between her thighs. She looked into his joyful eyes and purred. "... take me." Obedience kicked in. Strong arms lifted her body, turned, pinned the witch against the wall. That brief moment of falling went away as his hold kept her lifted, comfortable despite the rock wall - - as her legs spread for him to push in, and claim her in one thrust. It was another type of magic to the witch. Watching his eyes widen in joy, holding onto her with adoration and drinking in the look of her own pleasured face as he began to hump wildly, full of furious energy. The dainty cat had more endurance than she seemed, taking the rugged rough jabs of his hips with practiced ease and a huff of enjoyment. "Good boy! Faster, faster!" A wild sound burst from his muzzle - a bark? - as he complied, panting for breath, his brown-furred balls slapping between her legs in the most satisfying of ways. Honey leaked from her sex, soaking into the fur of his crotch as it smacked against her own. These moments never lasted long. It was the way of things with such a simple-minded creature. His eagerness and energy built up to an explosion with fascinating speed - stopped only by that momentary pause, that slowed humping pace as he felt his climax a breadth away, staring into her eyes. He wanted to cum. Of course he wanted to cum. But not without his master's command. She knew it. The moment lingered, his body trembling as it held her up, the desire and pleading bright in his eyes. She savored that moment with a grin. It was almost as intoxicating as what came after. "Good boy... now... c-!..." He jolted, paused, whined in frustration. The witch giggled. "... cum, boy!" With a gleeful yelp he slammed in that one last thrust, tying them together and leaning in for a sloppy flurry of licks and kisses. They came as one - her cunt squeezing around his warm cock, splashing it with slick fluids as his seed burst forth to pump into her womb in such a satisfying way. Every spurt, every creamy rope splattering within was heaven. Time blurred for both of them at this point, the witch and adventurer slipping down, down until she laid on the cold rock floor with his body on hers, cuddling and kissing for what felt like hours. Only when she felt the knot deflate and slip out of her pussy did she speak. "Up, boy." Obediently he stood and pulled her up with him, a relaxed and happy grin on his face. Cleanup was a simple matter. Snaps of her digits dried up the wet puddles of their sexual fluid, wiped away the telling marks on the wall and floor - one snap even lifted the loincloth with magical grace to tie itself around him with ease. The adventurer didn't fight one bit as she led him to the wall with a gentle touch, snapping the shackles around his wrists once more. He stood there and stared at her, aware she was about to go, a pining look on his face that begged her not to. Smiling affectionately, she raised her paw, and... Snap. Her smile shifted to a wicked sneer as he blinked and frowned, mind muddled over. "...uhhhgn... I-I... you... wha... did you...?" As always, he remembered nothing. A snap, a blur of confusion, and now this. The feeling that he'd missed something. Another snap brought fourth his daily ration, just barely within reach of his shackled arms. "I keep hoping to be impressed by your fortitude and strength, but it seems you disappoint me once more," she goaded, turning to leave with a playful wink. The witch grinned as she walked away, his frustrated howls echoing in the dungeon. "You...! Let me go, or you'll wish you had! I'm warning you!" His repeated threats faded as she closed the secure wooden door behind her. "Bad boy," she giggled, walking away from her little dungeon, still carrying his scent on her fur. She liked it that way. And frankly, she wasn't entirely sure when she'd let the poor guy go...