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MF,�transformation, satyrs Summary: Tabitha�s poorly aimed attempt to teach a football jock a lesson about the dangers of love potions ends up ensnaring her big sister instead. |
| "Transmuting a six-pack of Budweiser into a lust potion?"
Samantha
laughed, "That seems disturbingly appropriate," "I thought you'd like it," Tabby grinned. "Pass me the mare's urine," The kitchen table of Tabby�s parents' house was cluttered with strange smelling, exotic roots and brews.� The blonde teen scanned the jars and cans, only a few of which were labeled, before gingerly handing�the requested fluid to Tabby.� She tried to breath through her mouth. "So, may I ask who the lucky lovers are?" "Some asshole football player paid me fifty bucks for it," "And how exactly did he learn about this new entrepreneurial endeavor of yours," Samantha blinked and raised a disapproving eyebrow. "When the head cheerleader's�tits grow into blimps during�a pep rally, rumors get started," Tabby rolled her eyes, and added with a smirk. "Besides, I'm not making your conventional get-laid-quick potion," "The pep rally incident was an unfortunate accident," Samantha sighed and blushed. �Over her girlfriend's shoulder, she peered at the incantations�Tabitha had scribbled on the back of a Teen People. "Wow, you are one twisted kitty," "I know, want to help?" Tabby's words were cut short as Samantha's tongue snaked its way into her mouth.... * * *
�Hey mom! I just stopped in to drop off your coffee maker!� Karen yelled as she walked through the door.� The house replied with a cold silence.� �Mom? Tabby? Anybody home?� Karen walked into the kitchen, hungry and exhausted after a long day.� Neither her mother or her sister were home, which made�perfect 'fridge-raiding conditions.� The twenty-five year old surveyed the bare cabinets with a sigh. �There was nothing on the kitchen shelves except cobwebs. �Milk, two packets of ranch dressing and a six-pack of beer,� she said, opening the refrigerator door.� �Jesus! I�ve got more food at my own place,� Karen was about to leave and swing through a drive-through, but the beer gave her an idea.� Maybe she could call David before he left work.� Her boyfriend could usually be persuaded to fix dinner, especially if there were a few Budweisers in the bargain for him. �I�ll just pay mom back for the six-pack,� Karen said, snatching the beers and heading for the door�. * * *
Back home, Karen grabbed a beer for herself and stashed the remaining five in the refrigerator.� Kicking off her shoes on the way to the living room couch, she picked up the remote and propped her feet up on the coffee table. David's shift was done, and he'd be stopping by in an hour or so to cook her dinner.� Karen leaned back into the cushions and took a long drink, surfing the late afternoon talk show lineup. "That's odd," Karen said to no one in particular as she noticed a fine stubble on her long, taunt legs.� Idly scratching herself, she continued to flip through the channels and nursed her beer.� "I�shaved yesterday," Finishing her first beer, the autumn haired woman realized she was getting warm.� The air conditioner for this unit must be on the fritz again.� Perhaps she should soak in the tub for a while, she thought, unbuckling her belt and squirming out of her denim shorts.� Adjusting her cherry-red panties, Karen noticed a furry patch of red-brown hair around her normally well-maintained bikini line. "I guess I have been putting off that wax for a while," she laughed and made a mental note of trimming herself up when she took that bath. Karen got up and wandered into the kitchen.� The heat in her apartment had raised a thin veneer of sweet on her thighs, which felt delightful as she opened the refrigerator.� Grabbing another beer, Karen was amazed at how hot the apartment was.� She mopped at the�sweat on her forehead with a dishrag and returned to the living room, turning on the small electric fan�next to the TV before settling back into the couch. Shoving thoughts of bathtubs and razors away, Karen�sank into the cushions.� She could feel the under-wire of her bra jabbing painfully into her right breast.� Removing the offending garment, she couldn't resist a naughty twist on her nipple, strangely erect through the fabric of her shirt.� Karen could�tell when she was getting tipsy, because she started getting a little frisky.� By the time she sucked down the rest of her second bottle, however, she was more than a little glad David was on his way. "I feel like a beer slut," she giggled, her left hand rubbing her stomach in slow circles. Propping her feet up on the coffee table, Karen lifted her shirt�and grabbed her tits.� She�began pulling and twisting her nipples, biting her lip.� The pain, the flurry of sensation started working her into a frenzy.� Tearing her panties off her hips, Karen�s hot blood instantly froze. �Her pubic area was covered in a tangled pelt of hair that wrapped around to her ass, and her legs looked like they hadn't been shaved in years, long autumn colored hair grew from her bikini line to her ankles.�� "What the fuck?"�Her wandering hands leaped off her body, disgusted. Karen's panic was interrupted as the rotating fan swung her direction, directing a burst of air between her legs and up to her nose. Spicy, pungent and earthy, the scent triggered a strange, animal arousal that seized her mind and body.� Dipping her fingers into her hairy folds, Karen brought them to her face and inhaled deeply.���She snatched her panties from between her ankles and smothered her face with the still-warm fabric as her fingers explored the forest below her bellybutton. Smearing her scent across her chest with�her underwear, Karen started to fuck herself with�the ferocity of a beast in heat.� She had never before found her body so accommodating.� Her pussy was widening as it grew wet�and her pelvis thrust itself against her fingers almost of its own accord.� Slipping first one, then two and finally three fingers into herself, Karen thrashed around the couch, her thumb pressing against her clit while manicured fingernails left red welts on her soft breast flesh. "FUCK!" she screamed before her voice disintegrated into a cacophony of animal bleats.� Finally, she managed to squeeze all four fingers past her slippery lower lips. �Her hands and fingernails�tore at her body until, muscles spasming and mind shattering, Karen came. �Chest heaving from exhaustion, she collapsed into the couch. Her right hand continued to explore her newly accomadating crevice as she stared at the ceiling.� "Oh, my god," It took Karen a few minutes and many deep, heaving breaths to recover.� She had lost all inhibition, all control.��She needed another of those beers. Walking back to the kitchen, Karen peeled off her tee-shirt and tossed it across the room.� She was sweaty and wet, and the odor of her musk clung to her thick, red-brown fur.� Karen inhaled deeply the odor from her fingers and returned her hand to her crotch as she grabbed a beer with her left hand and guzzled the liquid.� Finishing the bottle, she collapsed onto the kitchen floor and began rubbing herself more vigorously, feeling another powerful sexual frenzy building up inside her. "What in the hell am I doing?" Suddenly, Karen felt the depravity of what had just happened.� Disgusted, the young woman tore her hand away from her pussy and crawled into the corner. Hair now covered her from waist to ankle, with a narrow patch of fur running up her stomach to right under her perky tits.��Karen screamed as she ran her fingers through her thick rug of pubic hair. Crawling on two knees and one hand, the other being uncontrollably buried in her crotch, she stared at her distorted reflection in the black surface of the dishwasher door.� Groaning,�she saw two bumps poke through her forehead, then watched in silent horror as they elongated into two she-goat horns.� Rising to her feet, the terrified young woman reached up and rubbed the bony stubs protruding from her forehead.� They were as sensitive as�an extra pair of nipples, Karen thought�as she felt herself getting horny again.� The hand between her legs thrust its digits into her slit. "Stop it, Karen, stop it," she pleaded with herself.� But there was no fighting the powerful urge.� She opened the refrigerator, grabbed the last three beers and, rubbing herself with the palm of her hand, rushed to her room to find that dildo her friends had bought her as a gag-gift last year.� In the hallway, however, the floor slipped out from under her bare feet, and Karen fell hard to the carpet. �Her slim and pedicured feet had elongated, her toenails turning dark. �As she watched, the blackened cuticles grew and curled under, melting together until both her legs ended in cloven hooves. �In her panic, confusion and arousal, she didn't even hear the door open. "Holy Shit!" David stared at his girlfriend in horror, standing in the hallway with a bag of groceries in each arm.� His eyes wandered down to her animal parts.� �Karen, what the fuck!?� "Hey, David," Karen scrambled upright again and, testing her new balance, thrust her hips forward to let him know she was happy to see him.� "You're here!" "Wha-?" he stuttered, backing towards the door and dropping the groceries as she approached him.� She threw�him against the wall and pressed her naked, animal body against his protests.� "Don't you want to fuck me?"� The horny goat-woman rumbled as she licked her mate's neck. �David tried to push the hideous creature away from him, but the scent of Karen's sex had permeated the entire apartment�and was starting to do strange things to his mind.� "I think I need a beer," His head swimming in musky aromas, David snatched one of the bottles from Karen�s hand and drained it in one desperate chug. "Have another," Karen offered with a desperate growl, leading David to the couch.� Sitting down on the coffee table, she spread her furry thighs for the benefit of her boyfriend.� Locking her eyes on him, she scratched at her�tits and began fiercely fucking herself again.� "Baby, I can't stop myself,� Despite her beastly appearance, Karen's lurid performance was having an undeniable effect on David.� A strange warmth started to spread through his loins as he drank his second beer and watched the half-girlfriend, half-goat woman in front of him wildly masturbating.� Looking down, David saw his jeans were carrying a larger load than usual.� As Karen began to bleat and snort, he unzipped his jeans and pulled a long, dark cock out of his boxers.� Semi-turgid, it hung right off the edge of the couch. �Oh, baby!��Karen forgot all about her own efforts�as she stared at her boyfriend�s bulky organ.� Leaning forward, she wrapped her hand around its girth and, using her own lubricating juices,�started stroking its length.� �It�s huge!� �Come on,� David managed to spit out between groans.� His cock was soon standing erect,�as long and as wide as the long neck�bottle in his hand. �Eyes burning, Karen yanked�his jeans to his knees and David saw that his own thighs were also covered in sandy-brown fur. Ripping open his shirt to reveal a�shaggy chest, David grabbed Karen roughly and pulled her to his lap. With a grunt of delight, Karen reached down and grabbed the base�of David's cock, still protruding from inside his boxers. Maneuvering it to the opening of her pussy, she slid down onto him as easy as�swallowing a popsicle. �She felt his hands�dig into her shoulder blades as she wrapped her legs around his torso.� Soft breasts pressed against hairy chest, Karen nibbled on her lover's earlobe. �His hardness filled her, and her moist heat surrounded him. "Grrrumph!" Karen�rocked her pelvis,�growling as David grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. �She reciprocated, scraping her nails across his back. � From then on, all communication was through moans, grunts and skin-searing grips.� Their bodies expanding and contracting to accommodate each other, climax was by mutual agreement between cock and cunt. "Holy fuck!" Legs still trembling, David pushed Karen to the side. �She fell onto the couch on her back, threw her right leg over the back. �Their bodies�filled the room with the odor of a zoo. "Don't stop," Karen�pleaded, her sweaty body rank with desire. �She sat forward and began jerking him off with�one hand,�fingering herself with the other. "Not. so. soon," amazed to find himself responding so quickly, David fought to catch his breath. "Let me. get. another beer," "Fine," Karen pouted, then stood, balancing herself on her hooves, and walked away. �David watched her disappear into her bedroom�as he opened the last beer,�forgotten on the floor.� Feeling his strength returning, he�got up to look for his girlfriend. She had to know what was going on. Losing his balance, he fell back into the cushions.� Looking down, he saw his own pair black hooves. � Standing up more carefully this time, David�s shock was short lived�as two twisted horns burst from his skull and wrapped around his ears.� Even as he began to panic, David felt a searing heat in his groin and looked down at his dark cock, which was larger now, dangling between his thighs, then when was normally fully stiff.� He could still smell Karen�s musk mingled with�his.� He felt the head start to pull away from the foreskin, growing longer and longer as his shaft and balls swelled.� By the time he was fully erect, he had gone from a beer bottle to wine bottle. � And he needed to bury it in something warm and wet� fast. "Karen, what�s happened to us?" David ran, as best he could,�into the bedroom to confront his girlfriend.�� Karen was in the corner, rummaging through the bottom drawer of her dresser, tossing underwear around the room.� David forgot his transformation entirely when he saw Karen�s pussy lips peeking out at him from between her hairy thighs. "You're back!" was her only response to him grabbing her ass and squeezing the head his enormous dick into her accommodating body.� Karen spread her legs and braced herself against the dresser as David roughly grabbed her hanging tits and shoved himself all the way in. * *
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"Are you sure they're home?" Tabby asked as the two sorceresses�waited outside the apartment door. "I saw Karen and David�s cars outside," Samantha answered before knocking again.� "I think we might be too late," Never known for her patience, Tabby snapped her fingers and�the lock released with a small, mechanical clatter.� With a crooked smile, Samantha pushed�the door open and confirmed her fears.� The living room was littered with torn clothes and empty beer bottles.� The loudest evidence, however, was the bleats and screams coming from the bedroom. The�sorceresses looked at each other and�crept down the hallway to the open bedroom door.� Inside, they found the two half-human, half-goat lovers frantically fucking each other against the wall, oblivious to the outside world or the fact that the wall was adjacent to the next apartment.� Tabby suppressed a giggle.� The smell of sex was overwhelming, even from the hallway, and a little exciting. "The potion wears off in the morning," Tabby said, taking Samantha's hand.� "What do you say we give them a little privacy?" "You do good work, Tabby," Samantha smiled and gave her girlfriend a kiss. THE END
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