[b][u][center]Simple Possession
For Togswitch
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]



      When he got an invitation from his half-sister to join her and Danielle for a witch’s party, he’d expected some sort of ritual to happen eventually. Even so, the catahoula cur had expected some candles, some strange chanting, maybe some light flickering or a couple of silly things popping out of the shadows to scare everyone. 
      What he didn’t expect was to be tied up in the middle of a circle, his arms locked to his sides and his legs tied to furniture across the room so that he couldn’t pull them together. Matthew blushed as his collie half-sister and their lemur friend sat across the room, looking through a book, shaking his head as he tried for the third time to cover himself, failing as his cock hung down between his legs. 
      “You know, um, I didn’t really think you’d be tying me up and stripping me down for this.”
      The lemur looked up, cocking her head to the side. 
      “Do you want to back out of it now?”
      “Well, no,” he admitted. “But it’s still one of those days when I kinda wish I had the whole story.”
      “Oh, lighten up, Matt. You’re getting a chance to strip down for two beautiful girls. I thought you liked that.”
      “Yeah, and it’s the reason I’m not saying I want to back out, Jen. But come on, couldn’t you have at least told me about this part?”
      “Part of the whole ritual, bro. Now, be quiet and let Danielle get this spell right. Don’t want to get a summoning wrong, now.”
      [i]Yeah, no kidding,[/i] he thought as he looked around. The ground was stained with paint and chalk, making a couple of different circles and shapes around him. The various candles at the edges were red rather than white, and he had a rather sinking suspicion of just what sort of thing they were summoning. After all, he knew some little bit about magic, and he knew that candle color meant something. White for good things, black for bad things, and...well, red probably was closer to the black things. 
      Still, he hadn’t done anything stupid lately, and he doubted that either Jen or Danielle would want to do anything mean to him. The canine leaned back, trying to ignore the feeling of cool air rushing by his sheath. 
      They kept talking and he kept imagining what would happen to him until a sudden [i]thunk[/i] cut through the air. Danielle had just closed the book and was walking over to him, standing at the head of the circle and looking down at him. 
      “Alright...I have this down. Are you ready?”
      “I guess. You sure this isn’t going to be a problem?”
      “No, no, no problem. I’m just bringing someone over from the other side.”
      “And...that’s not going to be a problem?”
      “Only if you think getting to, um...be with two lovely ladies is a problem…”
      He looked over at his half-sister, and then back at the lemur. 
      “I...Well, heh, I can’t say no to that, can I?”
      “Thank you, Matthew. Now, quiet.”
      He followed orders, keeping his mouth sealed shut as he looked around him. As the lemur started chanting her spell, the lines around him started lighting up, getting brighter and changing color in the process. They flared from black to white to red again, looking like they were getting drawn in blood. 
      They started rising up, passing under his knees and legs like some sort of net before flowing upwards and over his head. It was rather disorienting, to put it mildly, particularly as it pulled him right off of the ground. The ropes around his legs snapped, letting him float freely, but he didn’t dare move. 
      After all, the ground was slowly opening, a red swirl coming from the center of the circle and spreading wider, and wider, and from it emanated a heat that was beyond anything that he’d ever felt. His fur scorched itself dry from a simple puff of air, and he coughed for breath as he heard voices coming from below. 
      All the while, Danielle held her arms above her head, chanting. A word repeated itself again and again, almost like some sort of call. [i]Duazuhn,[/i] he thought it was, though as soon as he thought it, he felt a tingle in his head. 
      He looked into the hole, and he saw...something. It was ghostly, almost not there at all, but every time the word was said, it seemed to flicker a bit brighter, as if its attention was being grabbed. 
      [i]Duazuhn?[/i] he thought, and as he did, it turned, and rushed right at him. 
      The dog gasped as it shot through the hole and seemed to enter him from below. He’d experimented once or twice with toys back there, but he’d never felt something just slide in with all the physical presence of smoke and all the pleasure of a fucking vibrator on full blast. Matthew threw his head back, screaming as his cock felt like it was shooting out of his sheath, like a spring loaded rod desperate to escape. It throbbed and ached from how hard it was, and he shuddered as that presence kept pushing itself in deeper. 
      It was warm, then hot in his belly as the thing pushed itself in further and further, spreading through him like some sort of smoke filling a container. It stretched up towards his arms and down towards his legs, filling up his body in the weirdest way. Even so, it seemed to fill him with a pleasurable bliss, his cock throbbing and soon dripping into the hole. 
      He tried to open his mouth, but something held it tightly shut, keeping him from speaking. In the back of his mind, he felt...something…
      [i]A body...mmm...pleasures for the night…[/i]
      It was a different voice, someone that he’d never heard before. The smoky feeling down his arm seemed to solidify, and it moved on its own, breaking its restraints, moving forward towards his cock. Fingers - his fingers, but not his commanded digits - moved to circle his cock, squeezing it, and his head went back without him meaning to do it. 
      “Mmmmmmm...a well endowed body, at that…”
      It was his voice, and yet, different. Deeper tones, harder vowels, with a strange vibration deep in his throat. It was like everything came from two voices rather than one, and they were still trying to figure out how to mix together. 
      His sister jumped up at that, only to step back as Danielle waved her hand. The spell continued for a few more minutes, his new possessor stroking him slowly all the while, until the lemur gestured towards the ground. His body lowered, and the light faded. 
      Danielle stepped over him, pressing a hand to his head. 
      “Duazuhn, you are bound to our friend for a day. We hold you in chains, for the purposes that we will describe. You will obey and be ‘free’ for these twenty-four hours until we release you. Do you agree, or do I cast you back -”
      “Mortal, I know why you’ve summoned me.” The demon in him smiled through his lips. “Now, let me up. I know precisely what you want...and I know that I can give you everything that you desire.”
      “I...I ask you...do you agree to obey?”
      “Heh...smart girl.”
      Matt’s head dropped, and he shivered at the powerful presence inside of him. There was no way that he could fight to control himself...but if this was the thing he thought it was, he didn’t really want to. The creature spoke through his mouth again. 
      “I submit myself to your wishes and commands. What you desire, I shall accomplish, for the twenty-four hours of my summoning until I am released.”
      The circle faded at that, and he felt his body rise. Matt looked through his own eyes, but everything else was against his will. The steps he took forward, the way that his hands rose on their own to feel at Danielle’s chest, the way that his tail started circling around and wrapping around her hand - 
      [i]Wait, my tail can’t -[/i]
      The demon must have been enjoying his confusion, because it fed it all the further, turning his head to look down at his tail. The fur was falling out of it quickly, leaving it bald from the tip to the base, and what was left was growing quickly. It stretched out, narrowing towards the tip before it started blowing, almost like someone was blowing air down the length of his tail and making it into some sort of toy. It hardened and rounded into a strange, spade-like thing, holding her by the wrist. 
      His mouth opened, and as the demon spoke, he felt his tongue moving around, touching on teeth that were sharpening with every word, becoming fangs. 
      “You are quite the talented witch...you know your spells, but I know your body. Allow me to give you the pleasure you -”
      “D-down!”
      His body went down, not at the demon’s command, but at Danielle’s. He groaned as his knees clicked against the ground, only to look up and see that the witch was still standing, panting and shivering. 
      His half-sister walked over, the collie chuckling to herself. 
      “Looks like he was getting to you there, Danielle.”
      “He’s….got a good touch…”
      “And a bigger cock than Matt did, that’s for sure.”
      [i]HEY![/i]
      The demon looked down, and despite himself, Matthew couldn’t help but blush. His cock was growing, and getting quite a bit larger. Ten inches, eleven, twelve poured out of his sheath, bobbing and bouncing in the open air as the demon continued to fill him, altering him to make him into something that it wanted. 
      Jen reached down with one socked foot, nudging his cock up a little before letting it flop back down again. 
      “I’d say he’s almost ready.”
      “P-perhaps...but I want to lay down a few more binding spells first. Just in case. He’s...he’s quite strong.”
      “And sexy…”
      “That’s my worry.”
      [i]Just...make sure he gets out of me later, girls? Please?[/i] That was his biggest worry. After all, it seemed like he’d be getting quite a bit of fun as a host, but he didn’t want to be one forever…



      [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]