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Hello there! Before we begin, I'd like to ask; would you kindly make a choice?
[[Vagina and Breasts]]
[[Penis and Breasts]]
[[Vagina]] <<set $mister to "mister">>
<<set $sir to "sir">>
<<set $man to "man">>
<<linkreplace "Doors" t8n>> <</linkreplace>> (or link append)
<<if $Bits is "Bepis">> She pumps your chungus. <</if>>
<<if $Bits is "BepisandTitty">> She anthonies those titties, $sir yo titties taste like chocolate mountain dew. <</if>>
<<set $bits to "P">>
<<set $bits to "Vb">>
<<set $bits to "Pb">>
<<set $bits to "V">>
<<if visited("Nicolas") gt 1>>Summary: A clearance sale is being had at the local potion shop atop the hill. You decide to check out whatever the potion maker has to offer wondering what interesting things she has for sale. You know the store has a reputation for selling erotic potions and other potions of a less than savory nature, but you figure that it'll be worth the curiousity at the very least.
Planned Paths: Three seperate potions. Four sets of genitals. Three seperate kink potions and the same for the sets of genitals.
Possible easter eggs: switch through the potion selections three times instead and you get the option to leave, and outside you discover pink bow and a red ball leading into the woods where you see a strange fox getting fucked by spittleweedThen we will begin with your story, your simple day of visiting the potion maker's store and exploring little rumors here and there.
[[Enjoy|Beginning]]Are you sure?
<<set $bits to "P">>Are you sure?
<<set $bits to "Vb">>Are you sure?
<<set $bits to "Pb">>Are you sure?
<<set $bits to "V">>You wake up bright and early in the morning. The sun is coming up high and shining through your window, the rays warming your cheeks as you slip out of bed to greet the day, a small smile on your lips as you stretch and yawn. Today, you had nothing to do at all, a rare opportunity to take a break and just do whatever. Not really sure of what to do you decide perhaps that...
<<linkappend "Going on a walk through the village might be something fun to do.">>
Rather quickly you found out that today was a boring day around the flowery village. Everyone seemed content to have a lazy day, no one of interest was visiting the village, the magic shops were all closed for the most part, but at least there was something that had piqued your interest. A certain gossip and whisper from a few people that were walking about.
<<linkappend "Rumors of interesting things.">>
Rumor had it that the local potion maker was going to be moving far away soon, and supporting that rumor was the fact that the potion maker herself had spread the word that her stock was being sold at half the price or less, which sounded like a great deal, and an excuse to shop around for the first time. You had never partaken in the potion maker's stock, but you had heard that she sold plenty of interesting magical drinks along with a wide variety of potions for the bedroom. You had never thought of bringing anything extra to your sex life, but maybe you'd find something to spice things up a little, or maybe you'd encounter something weird and unique, either way, you were curious enough to make the trip, and well, not like you had anything else to do. Besides, better to confirm rumors yourself, and more fun at that..
At the same time, there was also talk of two new feline twins who had moved near the edge of the village. New people so rarely came by a remote village out in Countres...
<<linkreplace "So you had choices.." t8n>>
[[You could see about greeting your new feline neighbors for curiosities sake on the way to the potion shop. |Siamese]]
[[You could not be a creepy neighbor and just go to the potion maker's shop right away.|EnterTheStore]]
<<if $neighbor is "good">>
You feel a bit flustered, as you walk to the potion maker's shop, about spotting the new twins in the village sharing such a forbidden kiss; perhaps you should have stayed to watch a bit more, but, at the very least you can say without a doubt you're a good neighbor, well, except for the fact that you took a peek through a window you really shouldn't have, either way, you were closing in on the hill where the potion maker's shop was set.
<<elseif $neighbor is "bad" >> Your cheeks are fully flustered and your mind is flushed with the thought of those twins sharing such a forbidden embrace, but at the same time, your heart is racing from the spike that had nearly touched your cheek! What a frightening pair those two were, even if the taller one seemed much more polite. You'd have to be careful the next time you decided to peek...Well, rather, you mean visit. Soon enough, in your aroused state, you make your way to the hill where the potion maker's shop is, sun still shining brightly. <</if>>
The potion maker's cottage stood upon a hill surrounded by a heavily forested area much like the village itself but isolated from where everyone else lived. The hill itself was covered in herbs both flowery and not, most of which you weren't sure were supposed to be growing there. The cottage itself had vines growing along the side that seemed to gingerly rest against the roof. Among the variety of flora, was a stone path leading all the way up to the store's rosewood door. When you reached the top you noticed that there was a sign above reading, "Everything on sale, all are welcome!"
<<linkreplace "Might as well head on in.">>
Upon entering the cottage you hear the gentle chime of a bell above the door signaling your entrance. The sun was shining brightly outside, but inside the store itself was dimly lit by various blue wisp flowers hanging off of shelves to the left and right, shelves that were lined with bottles, flasks, phials and more.
Directly to your front, you spot the store counter with the potion maker herself behind it. She was a feline wearing a black dress and steeple hat with black fur and a band of blue around her neck, one of her eyes was painted a sapphire blue and the other an amethyst purple. Both of those eyes were locked on your figure as you stepped deeper into the store, a smile touching her features as she beckoned towards you and called aloud, "Welcome to potions for all sorts, I am Layne Luness, owner and potion maker of this store, how may I help you today?"
For a moment you look towards the shelves wondering if all of that is on sale, but then your eyes trail back to the potion maker who was simply standing there, her eyes staring with a certain glint in the blue wisp light that had you feeling a bit strange. It was as if she was appraising you with a playful gleam in her eyes.
Cutting the awkward silence, you decide to finally answer her question. "Uh, can I see what you have on sale?"
The potion maker clapped her paws together and tilted her head as she chirped, "Oh? Nearly everything is on sale, don't be fooled by the lack of customers, but be a bit more specific and I can maybe even get you a few samples. I have healing potions, potions to enhance the mind, and potions to give your sex life a little bit of that extra charge. All up to you."
With some amount of embarrassment, you decide to ask about [[the sexual potions. |Choices]]
In response, the potion maker ducks under the counter to retrieve two samples contained in small flasks. The first one is a red bubbling froth that occasionally glows, the next in line a green sparkling liquid that seemed to pop and fizzle every so often.
"Here they are! two samples for you to try, of course, you pick just one." The potion maker chimed in.
Rightfully so, you question, "What do they do?"
Layne giggled at your inquiry and tapped each flask gingerly on the top with one digit, "Well, each of them enhance the mood a different way. The red one is a sort of performance enhancer, something red hot to get the blood boiling but it might make you a bit meek, and the green one is something to chill your body and give you a rush of minty pleasure. Of course, if you're too riled up by either of these I'll be glad to take care of you with a helping paw!"
You feel your cheeks fluster at the offer, your eyes drifting from the potion maker to the samples themselves. You're unsure of which to take, but before you make your decision, the potion maker adds, "Oh, and if you'd like a more interesting selection, I have just the two to make things a bit more different, well, if you're into anything like that."
You can't help but feel a bit of curiosity; now it is the time to make a choice:
[["I'm looking for something hot so the red one it is." |red]]
[["Something cool and minty sounds right down my alley." |green]]
[["Well uh, I'd like to know more about you instead, if that is okay."|Conversation]]
[["I'm a bit nervous, but about those kinky options?" |Options]] Red is a color that is fetching to the eye, so why not pick it up? You take the potion up in hand, surprised at how hot the glass feels against the skin of your palm before popping the cork off the top with a careful thumb. Curious, you lean in to take a whiff of the potion, your nostrils suddenly hit by spice hot enough to bring a tear to one of your eyes.
A frown crosses your lips, uncertainty in your features. You might as well be brave, and so you tighten your grip on the potion's neck and bring it up to your lips to down the spicy liquid, eyes clenched shut as you expect the worse, but along with the spice there is a surprising but pleasant taste of strawberry jam that graces your tongue, but as soon as you down the liquid, your entire body feels as if it is burning. Without a doubt, you should have picked the other one, at least, so you think for just one moment. Your body suddenly burns with desire and a sensation that travels up and down your body, and it is certainly only just the beginning.
<<if $bits is "P">> All at once your body is set ablaze with a summer heat that you cannot shake, your eyes closing as your body is wracked with an arousal just as hot as the potion you just drank. Beneath your clothes your cock grows to full erection in no time at all, the tent you pitch tight and rather uncomfortable as it feels as if your cock had grown a few inches.
Your eyes lock onto the potion maker, your gaze sizing her up and down as your thoughts become a maelstrom of pure lust, your body turning hotter by the second as if you could be set ablaze at any point. You want so badly to take her, to bend her over her own counter and break her in two, but at the same time, every single touch from the ruffle of your clothes against your skin, to the air around your fingertips, is another shudder of pleasure up and down your body, keeping you still, keeping you weak in the knees.
[["Something the matter? Are you feeling weak? Do you need some sort of help?" The potion maker asks in a loving and yet coy tone. |PreRed]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> The hot spice and summer heat that you felt against your tongue is now radiating throughout your entire body, a heated pleasure, and lust seizing your mind and body. Every single inch of your form is touched and rocked with that heat and lust to the point where even the clothing brushing against your skin causes a flood of pleasure to hit you. A bulge forms firmly against your clothing and it feels far tighter than normal and in that tightness and the discomfort you know you need release, even your breasts feel the pressure of the pleasure that you desire.
For a moment you stare at the potion maker, your eyes making contact with her own, your heart racing as your thoughts turn to the ways you could take her, the ways you could bend her over and make you yours, and yet when you go to move you feel your knees buckle, your mouth opening to let out an embarrassing moan, your cheeks flustered and hot as you realize you can barely move.
[["Is something wrong dear?" Asks the feline potion maker with a smirk and a giggle. |PreRed]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> You clutch at your body as the heat and spice that touched your tongue doubles within your body, lust and arousal doubling and rising to a boil. You let out a hot breath and shake as you feel every inch of your form rocked by that foreign heat that you cannot push away from yourself. You can feel the heat gripping at every portion of your body, heat even gripping between your legs as if something were already inside of your pussy.
The lustful thoughts that are seemingly ever present within your mind pause for just a moment as you hear Layne giggle. You look to see her gaze locked on you, your body shivering, unable to move as you find your knees buckling as you try to even take a single step forward.
[["If you're feeling weak then maybe you should ask for help." Says the potion maker with a small smirk. |PreRed]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> The heat and spice that had touched your tongue and throat as you drank the concoction suddenly spreads throughout your body like a wildfire. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth opens to moan as you feel the heat clutch at your breasts, arousal spreading all over your body and between your legs, and for some reason, it feels as if something is already inside of your pussy, twisting against your inner walls, making you weak in the knees and making it difficult to think clearly.
Through your lust-addled eyes, you can see the potion maker staring at you with a dreamy gaze, her lips curved up into a smirk, your body shivering in response as you realize that she is taking in every inch of your form, you wonder how it would feel to make love to her, what she looks like beneath the dress, you desire so much, and yet it is so hard to move.
[["Poor thing...You know, you only need to ask for my help." Says the potion maker in an almost motherly tone. |PreRed]] <</if>>
You decide to take the green colored potion up in hand, the glass cool to the touch. You look it over curiously before you pop open the cork. Leaning down you take a whiff, a pleasant aroma of mint touching your senses, a cool tingling touching at every inch of your skin. Perhaps the flavor won't be so bad.
With a smile, you down the concoction, only to frown almost immediately afterward as your taste buds are assaulted with a spicy mint that chills your entire body. At first, the cold is unbearable, but only for a second.
<<if $bits is "P">> Your body is then touched by a soft winter chill that brings a cool calm to your heart, at the same time, your body shivers in response to the feeling of ghostly digits feeling over your skin, your cock beneath your clothes reacting by hardening, bit by bit. Every single touch you feel from those non-existent hands brings another shroud of pleasure through your body, your eyes half-lidded and dreamy.
When you look to the potion maker you see that she is staring at you with a narrowed gaze and a smirk, and your eyes cannot help but trail to her body and wonder how she looks beneath the dress.
[[She notices your stare and asks rather coyly, "Any reason for sizing me up?" |pregreen]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> A winter chill flows down and around and inside of your body, your chest, your cock, your entire body seized by the feeling of calm and arousal all at once. You then feel as if soft fingers are touching over your skin, ghostly digits traveling all around your body and through your clothing. Your breasts are cupped and lifted gingerly even though nothing is there, your cock stroked until it is fully hard through your clothing even though again, nothing is there.
Trembling, you can see that the potion maker has been eyeing you with a smirk, your cock twitching in response to the gaze she gives you, and the potion still gripping at your body with those cold digits.
[[With a giggle the potion maker asks, "Need a little help?" |pregreen]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> A soft winter chill flows up your body, a shiver touching your form as the cold both calms and arouses you. Suddenly you let out a little gasp as you feel ghostly digits feeling over your body. Every inch of your form is given that strange touch, phantom fingers feeling between your legs, through your clothes, and against your pussy bringing a certain heat along with the cool arousal gripping at your body.
Your entire body trembles as those ghostly digits feel over you. Your attention then turns to the fact that the potion maker is looking you over with a glint in her eyes.
[[Coyly she asks, "Are you feeling well?" |pregreen]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> Around your chest and down your body you feel winter's grasp. You nearly double over as soft phantom digits begin feeling over every sensitive portion of your body; between your legs, against and around your breasts, and every inch of your skin. A shot of pleasure pressing up your spine causing you to let out a little moan, your cheeks flustered from the sudden sound coming off of your lips.
You hear a giggle and tremble as you see the potion maker eyeing you with a certain lustful glint her eyes, your body reacting with a rush of arousal that has you further flustered.
[[Leaning over the counter she asks, "Need some help?" |pregreen]]
<</if>>"About me?" Asks the potion maker, paw on chest as she looks at you with a bit of feline curiousity and a quirked brow.
You respond with a smile, "Yeah, you seem interesting enough. A lone potion shop out here must be tough to run by yourself. What brought you out here anyway?"
Something akin to sadness touches the feline's features, her shoulders sagging just a bit and her eyes looking away though a smile is planted firmly on her face, "Hmmm, I don't think I'd enjoy talking about that."
Realizing you've perhaps touched on something sore you decide to apologize, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."
With a breath, the potion maker composes herself and returns to her normal stance, "Well...Don't apologize. The past is behind me, anyway, if you are still curious, I'll share my story. If not, just pick a potion."
[["I'd like to hear your story." |Past]]
[["Well, if I think back to it, the red one might be interesting."|red]]
[["Maybe the green will do now that I think on it."|green]]
[["Well, maybe the kinky potions would be interesting." |Options]]Layne only smiled, a particular glint sparkling in her eyes that screamed mischief as she put away the two potions before you and brought out two more from underneath the counter; one that looked as if it were made of stars straight from the night sky and the other one as if it were the blackest ink.
"And what do these do?" You ask with raised brow.
Layne simply shrugs her shoulders and chuckled, resting her elbows on the countertop as she watches you, "Figure it out yourself..."
With a gulp you look to the potions; time to make a decision:
[["Stars are pretty, I think I'll take the one that looks like stars." |MindControl]]
[["That ink looks uh, not tasty, but what the heck, it might be interesting." |transformation]]
[["Could I possibly see the other ones again?" |easter]]
Deciding on the strange star-like potion, you pick it up and look at it from side to side. Surprisingly, it feels like you're holding nothing in your hand, not even the glass container seems to weigh a thing. Tilting your head, you pop open the cork and a steam that sparkles like those very stars floats up and past your nose. The scent is sweet like pure sugar and it has your body shivering just a bit, you can practically taste the sugar rush, but at the very least it isn't an awful smell.
Looking to the potion maker you can see that her eyes are focused on you and a big smile is set on her face, her paws held together as she leans in to watch you, eager for some reason.
<<linkappend "With a shrug you take the potion to your lips to drink it.">>
Your eyes grow wide and full of the very same stars you saw inside of the potion. A sugary blast touches your tongue and travels down your throat and into your stomach where you feel the crackle and pop of the potion fill your body with strange sensations all in the span of a couple of seconds. After that momentary flood of stimulation, you find yourself feeling entirely normal. Looking at the small flask you see that you've drunk every single drop of the potion, and yet, you don't feel any different. Sure that was a rush, but you don't really see what is erotic about it, or why the potion maker wouldn't tell you what the potion did.
"How are you feeling?" Comes the potion maker's voice suddenly.
You look up and open your mouth to say something, but your vision suddenly blurs for a moment and your mind grows foggy before you answer, "Um, fine I suppose..."
<<linkappend "Layne looks at you with a small smirk.">>
"Is something the matter dear customer of mine?"
You answer with a blink, the room growing eerily quiet, the potion maker's words for some reason becoming your sole focus, "Uh...I just feel a bit dizzy."
"Poor dear, maybe something in the potion didn't agree with you. Maybe you should come back here and let me examine you."
"Uh. Maybe." You answer, and at the same time, your body is already moving around the counter to answer her call.
[[For some reason, obeying her request just feels...right. |FullControl]]
Layne can only chuckle at your nervous response as she brings out the last two potions.
[["All right, red it is." |red]]
[["Might as well head onto green." |green]]
[["I'm a bit too nervous about all of this...Maybe another time." |exit]]Layne's eyes almost seem to sparkle as you pick up the inky potion trapped in the small flask. Popping the cork off you bring up the potion to your nose to take a whiff and are surprised to find that it doesn't have any scent, but as you look down to it, you practically see the abyss bubbling within, churning and staring straight at you. Shuddering, you lower the flask before looking to the potion maker, "Are you sure this is safe to drink?"
"Absolutely! I've personally never seen anyone take any issue with it."
Somewhat assured by her words you bring the potion to your lips and close your eyes as you tilt your head back and just down the potion. Strangely thick and sticky against your throat, you find it somewhat hard to down the liquid, but only because of the texture and not because of the taste. The taste itself, well, it didn't really taste like anything against your tongue. When you finish the small sample you set down the flask and shudder, the potion maker tapping the digits of her paws together as she speaks, "Of course I've only ever seen three people including yourself try it."
Eyes growing wide you look to the empty flask before clutching at your stomach, a certain hot wash of concern touching your body as you wonder what is going to happen. You should have at least asked, or at the very least pressed the potion maker to give you a clue as to what the potion did,
<<linkappend "but..." t8n>>
Something strange comes over you. Your mind grows hot you can't focus on any one thing. Your balance begins to tilt, you stumble forward and hold yourself up against the counter. You look up to see Layne giggling, a smirk on her lips as your vision begins fading further and further into darkness. There your body begins to grow numb, your legs going first and then your entire body before suddenly sensation unending hits you as if you can feel everything in the room at once touching you. Your eyes open wide though you cannot see a thing and your body begins to change.
Black ink like the potion you drank begins to wrap and coil around your body, starting from your mouth and moving all the way down to your legs to engulf you in a great mass of the concoction that you had drunk, but there is no pain, there is no suffering, there is only this strange bliss at becoming this odd creature. Your arms, your legs, are no more and instead, you are this massive undulating shape of slime, your previous form gone beneath the surface. Again, you can see, as your form gains eyes in the shape of orange blinking lights upon the mass of slime you have become. You look down to see the potion maker marveling at you, her paws clasped together as she giggles like mad, and all at the same time something stirs within you; arousal, hunger, lust, primal urges that begin blotting out your thoughts.
[[For now, though at least, you have some semblance of control. |TransformationDecide]]
<</linkappend>>While seeming somewhat disappointed, Layne simply shrugs and puts away the potions, waving you off with a smile as you head off.
"Remember, I'll be here if you change your mind sweetie!" Says the potion maker just as you step out the door.
With a shaky sigh you wonder if perhaps you squandered some sort of opportunity, but then again, what type of opportunity involved toying around with weird magical potions with possibly strange effects? No sense in thinking about it too much, instead you decide it is time to make your way home, but as you are walking down the hill, you notice something a side path leading to a small opening in the forest. The day is still young and you really don't have anything else to do, so...
[[Curious, you decide to head down the path and into the forest, what's the harm in a little exploration?|Pathes]]
[["Oh forget this, I'm going home to sleep the day away instead"|sleep]]
Down the selected path you go and soon you're wondering if perhaps you should turn back. Vines of all sorts were wrapped around the trees of this path, bramble, and bushes all around. Just when you're thinking of perhaps turning away, a feminine noise that sounds something like pleasure and bliss echoes through the forest, a soft sound that brings your heart to a quick beat. You could turn back, but you've already come this far.
<<linkreplace "Might as well keep going.">> A minute or so more is all it takes for you to reach the source of the moaning. Wrapped around a tree is a mesh of vines with bulbs at the end of each of them. A sticky substance drips from each bulb's open maw and slides down the vines themselves, creating a slick appearance. The source of the moaning itself is a sandy-furred vulpine creature suspended in the air with their legs spread, one of the bulbs pushing between their legs and against their slit. The foxes eyes are glazed over and hazy, their chest rising up and down as they breathe, it seems as if they've been captured and don't care to escape as the mess of vines continues to grab and grope over their body. A collar on their neck.
<<linkreplace "You just can't turn away.">> Your eyes and body are glued in place as you watch the events unfold. The bulb near the fox's pussy blooms to reveal a pink tendril that slithers and slides against the fox's sensitive lips like a lover's tongue pleasuring her cunt, the fox shuddering in the grasp of the vines holding them up.
<<linkappend "The fox's legs are then spread just a little further before...">>
That slick tendril presses inside of the fox, the fox reacting with a shuddering moan that sends shivers down your spine. Without pause that tendril begins to push and twist inside of the fox, wet, slick noises sounding off along with the song of the fox's moans. There you stand as the fox is stuffed to the brim with that pinkish tendril, your body growing hot, your mind growing foggy as the vines writhe and twist as they pound deeper into the fox. The fox's toes curl there, her mouth opening wide to let out a trill pleasured noise. Her legs are spread wider as the tendril pushes in deeper, more of those vines curling and twisting around her body as if to created a soft cradle for the fox, almost strangely loving in an alien way. Your eyes grow wide as the fox's paws seem to come up to hug onto those tendrils, her eyes closing and her ears folding back as she accepts every single thrust that the plant monster gives her. The noises alone are almost enough to drive you wild, you wonder if you should look away if you should call for help, but you can't help but keep right where you are due to some sort of fascination with this event.
From where you stand you can see the tendril expand and swell before shoving every single inch of it into the fox's pussy, her body trembling as you watch thick cum-like substance pour into the captured fox; so much that you can see it dripping from the stuffed fox's pussy. As it pulls out of the fox, the tendril's tip twitches, letting out a sticky load of what you can only assume is its seed right onto the fox's stomach, the fox purring in response, her eyes still shut as she pants from the strain of being pounded so furiously by such a large monster, her body slowly being engulfed in the embrace of the tendrils.
Waking up from your sudden stupor now that the show is over, you suddenly call out, "I'll go get you some help!"
The fox blinks and turns towards you with a huff, "What? Help me out? I'm enjoying myself here idiot!"
[[Flustered and rather embarrassed you decide to head for your home |easterendingtentacle]]
<</linkappend>> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>> When you're back at home you're glad for the opportunity to just lie in bed. No silly potions that'll possibly do weird things to you, no thrifty potion sellers with fluffy ears and chesire smiles, and certainly nothing magic, just rest, and relaxation. Fuck doing anything. Leaning on the counter with one elbow the potion maker rests her chin in paw and taps at the counter with her other paw, digits tapping out a steady rhythm as she began, "So, I'll keep it short enough. Grew up in a rich family, family hated their...Family wanted a darling boy affluent in magic and instead got a darling girl who liked dresses and whose magic didn't flourish until later in life. My cousin helped me run away and open up my shop in what was a little shack on this hill."
"Uh wow, that sounds really awful." Is all you can manage to say, feeling awkward about having pried.
Layne then smiles just a bit, "Well, it isn't all so bad. My cousin was the sweetest thing, still is. Occasionally get word from him and supposedly my family wants a bit of a meeting. Don't really know if I'll indulge them in that."
Even though a smile is still on her lips, you can practically see sparks from her eyes so you try to change the topic just a bit, "So, all of this used to be a rickety shack?"
Layne's ears flicked up, her head lifting as she looked directly at you, "Oh, yes. This shop and home of mine used to be a little shack. I did so much to make it like this, but I'd say it was worth it...And I really do love this place."
<<linkappend "You feel a bit bad for bringing up this type of thing, it isn't your place," t8n>> "Sorry for bringing up sore memories, but thanks for sharing your past with me."
Layne waves you off, "Think nothing of it, like I said, all in the past, but, I'd at least like to know your name, you seem pretty nice."
A bit of surprise touches your features as she asks your name, but you answer in earnest, "<<textbox "$name" "">>"
[[She looks you up and down with a smile. |next]]<</linkappend>>
"Well, if we're going to be making friends, let's have something to drink!" The potion maker says with a clap of the paws.
You give her a weird look for a moment before she returns the look with a giggle, "No potions, I promise. Just come on back and I'll get us some tea and we can chat about more pleasant things."
Before you can say yes or no, Layne turns tail to head deeper into the back of her store, her tail flicking from side to side. If this was what friendship meant, then you had no qualms about following her, especially if it meant something to drink that wouldn't have any adverse effects.
<<linkreplace "So you decided to follow..." t8n>> At the back of the potion shop where Layne's home is, you are treated to a hot cup of tea. It is a little bitter, but otherwise smooth on your throat, and more importantly, you further your friendship with the potion maker through merry conversation and a shared drink.
Your conversation is made of learning more of the potion maker's current life rather than her past; the fact that she'll be moving after caring for her shop here for just a bit more, the fact that she's been slowly venturing into artifacts rather than just potion making, and the fact that her new home is going to be on another continent of all places.
Before long you realize that you should be leaving and upon exiting the store you see that the sun is already coming down. You had spent most of the day talking with the potion maker rather than buying anything from her, but as you turn around and see the potion making feline's face beaming brightly in the store and her paw raised to wave goodbye, you smile and think to yourself that you've made a grand friend.
Perhaps you'll be back for some more tea, if anything it'll be nice just to have a good conversation, maybe you could even ask Layne how to make potions yourself!
[[Time to go home. |NoSex]] <</linkreplace>>
You've reached the end of the day. You didn't get anything from the potion maker, you didn't even sample her wares, but you did start a friendship, which is something perhaps more valuable than sexy potions.
That night you sleep, excited to think that maybe tomorrow you could visit the potion store again and see your friend. Rest well, the end of the day is here.
"Nice to meet you $name, and now that proper introductions are out of the way, would you like to sample any of my potions, or are you here to just make friends?"
[["Just friends would be nice." |Ending1]]
[["Hmmm, I guess the red works" |red]]
[["Maybe the green one?" |green]]
[["You said there were kinky options?" |Options]]Finally in bed and still feeling flustered you decide that maybe tomorrow you'll take a visit to the potion maker's shop to actually buy something, after all, you just witnessed something to get the jam pumping.
You wondered who that strange fox was, and where she even came from? Ah well, the day is over and it is time to sleep.
[[Hopefully you won't dream of fox's being stuffed by spittleweed. |End]]
<<if $bits is "P">> You feel a fluster come over you, an embarrassing wash of heat touching your cheeks along with the cooling sensation of the potion. You try to push back the feeling, the sensation of the arousal and winter chill flowing through your body, but you just can't. Instead, you avert your gaze from the potion maker, but her voice and purr brings your eyes back to the feline stepping around the counter, "I said I'd help you take care of any problems that came up from this right? Including that pretty bulge you're sporting."
[[You take her paw in hand as she approaches, might as well take initiative with the potion keeping you so steady and yet aroused |DomGreen]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> Embarrassment touches your cheeks in the form of warmth alongside the winter chill. You aren't sure how to react to the constant swirl of sensation around your cock and breasts, your breath turning misty in the potion shop. You can't hold back the arousal you feel, but at the very least you can avert your gaze from the feline potion maker. A sudden purr brings your eyes back to see the potion maker stepping around the counter, "Don't look so shy, I did promise to help you."
[[Figuring you should take the initiative, you take her paw in hand and bring her close, the potion keeping you steady and cool while aroused. |DomGreen]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> A shaky heat pushes through your body mixing and bubbling along your form with the wintery chill from the potion that will not go away. You try and push back the arousal, but you just can't help but succumb to the lust being pressed upon you by those ghostly digits. Your eyes are shut, but they open as you hear the potion maker purr and step around the counter, "I can help you if it is too much to bare, I promised after all."
[[Looking to the potion maker, you take her paw in hand stepping closer, lust reaching the boiling point though your mind is clear from the cool potion. |DomGreen]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> Heat flushes through your body alongside the wintery chill that had taken you from drinking the potion. You still cannot shake the feeling of arousal that is being pushed upon you by those strange phantom digits gripping your breasts and feeling around and about your legs and crotch. You shiver and try your hardest to avert the gaze of the potion maker, but her words draw you back as she steps around the counter, "I'd love to help you, dear...You need only ask, after all, I did promise."
[[With a shaky breath you brace yourself and take a step forward and grab the potion maker's paw in hand, the cool potion keeping you steady. |DomGreen]]
<</if>> <<if $bits is "P">> Before she can react, you pull her close to your body, your bulge pressing against her. For a moment, she simply looks to you, perhaps unsure of what you are planning, but soon she is purring as you run a hand down her back all the way down and under her dress to give her plump rear a soft squeeze. In response, her paw reaches down to feel over your cock through your clothes, her mouth coming up to meet yours in a heated kiss, that wintery chill still stimulating your body with every move that you take, your hand beneath her dress slipping through her underwear to push them down. Her grip on your bulge tightens as she purrs from the feeling of your hand on her bare rear.
You squeeze tight as your lips meld with hers, mouths parting for tongues to touch for just a moment as she pulls away from your touch. In response you again squeeze and attempt to pull her back to the kiss but instead she giggles and plants a kiss on your chin, the kiss sending a spark of cool up your back, "At least let me get something to make entrance actually possible."
[[Begrudgingly, you let her go, a giggle sounding off as she steps out of her underwear and begins fishing through the shelves nearby |DomGreenSex]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> You tug the potion making feline close and bring her paw to the bulge forming beneath your clothing. At first she gasps, her eyes wide, but her stance and gaze relaxes as she slowly begins to grip upon your cock, squeezing lightly and smiling, her other paw moving to grip at your breasts while she leans up to plant a soft kiss upon your mouth. One of your hands moves to grip at the back of her head, tugging her into an impassioned kiss, winter chill, and heat all in one flooding your senses, that calm being replaced by a maelstrom of cool lust.
With a gasp, Layne pulls her mouth away from yours. Immediately you attempt to head in closer for another kiss, but she avoids your lips and instead plants a soft peck on your cheek. With a giggle she places both of her paws on your chest, very gently squeezing as she speaks, "Hold on, hold on. I know you're eager, but at least let me get something to make it easier to slide you in. I don't want to be broken, well, not so soon at least."
[[With a sigh you let go of the potion maker, your body shivering as you are forced to watch Layne take her time rummaging through the shelves. |DomGreenSex]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> Immediately you plant your lips firmly against hers. The heat dancing along with the cold in your body growing in intensity. At first, her eyes grow wide before turning half-lidded, a purr sounding off as she parts her lips, allowing your tongue to dip in to touch hers lightly. At the same time, your hands move around to her front to feel under her dress and over her crotch where you feel a bulge through her underwear.
You squeeze lightly on that bulge and marvel as it grows against your touch, your own body growing hotter, those phantom digits squeezing harder around your body, the sensations growing stronger as your kiss deepens and your hands continue to explore the potion maker's body. Suddenly, she pulls her mouth away to breath out, "Please, at least let me get my dress off darling, and get something to make it a bit easier and more fun to get inside of you."
[[With a sigh you give her bulge one last squeeze before pulling away, the potion maker giggling in response and turning to rummage through the shelves. |DomGreenSex]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> Quickly you lean down to plant your mouth against the potion maker's, your eyes shut as you part her lips passionately to get your tongue against hers. At the same time, your hands begin to feel over her body stopping just at her dress to slip beneath. Underneath her dress you feel a bulge and grip onto it to tug and stroke it gently through the fabric of her underwear, Layne herself letting out a muffled moan and shivering at your touch, her paws reaching to feel over your breasts.
With a shudder, the potion maker pulls her mouth away from yours, but you move closer to resume the kiss. Again the feline lets out a muffled moan, but she pulls her mouth away again and speaks in a shaky tone, "O-oh goodness, calm yourself for just a moment. Let me grab something to make this better for both of us, and easier."
[[At first you plant your lips firmly against hers, but sigh as you pull away, deciding to let her go for now and watch as she moves with a purr to rummage through the shelves. |DomGreenSex]] <</if>>
<<if $bits is "P">> While the chill and digits of the potion still play across your body from within and throughout, you watch the potion maker's tail and rear sway from side to side. Her dress is hiked up by her tail baring all to you and the cool store, in this you realize that someone could walk in at any moment, but your mind is focused on what you desire right now.
After a moment's wait, Layne returns to you with glass flask in paw, that same green concoction that you drank swirling within, "Well come on, get out of your clothes and don't worry about the price. This one's on the house since we're sharing."
Eager to fulfill that request, you strip out of your clothes, letting your firm cock out into the cool store air. When you look to the feline again, her dress and hat are off and tossed to the side, the flask still in paw except with the cork popped off. Eagerly, she steps to you and pours the flask's contents out onto her paw and over your cock, a soft cold gripping your cock causing you to shiver. The potion maker's paws work diligently to wet every single inch of your cock with the mixture, her eyes focused on the task before her.
Impatience touches your features, even as you feel the soft paws of the feline before you working at your cock, even as you hear her purring and watching your cock with such love and care. Unable to handle any more teasing, you pick her up and place her over the counter on her back, a gasp sounding off from her lips as you grip her ankles and spread her legs wide.
You dip your head beneath her legs to take your tongue and grace her balls gently, your tongue moving underneath as she writhes in your grip. Carefully you bring your tongue lower and lower until your touching her puckered hole, kissing at it lightly to get it nice and wet with your spit as if to mark the spot you're going to be penetrating before you stand and lean over her your hands moving to grip at her hips, one hand then moving to grip your cock and edge the tip against her hole, your body shivering just a bit as you edge the tip inside.
[["Take me." Moans the potion maker |DomGreenClimax]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> You watch the potion maker as she takes her sweet time in searching for whatever she is searching for among the shelves of her store. Even with that winter chill and calm pushing through your aroused body, you can't help but feel just a bit of impatience. That is when you notice the occasional side glance the feline gives you along with the wink and lift of the tail that signals for you to come closer.
Just behind her you grab onto her hips firmly and lean in to kiss at her neck, your hands reaching to grip feel and over her rear, her tail already lifted and ready for you as you grind your bulge against her rump.
You kneel down to surprise the purring potion maker by tugging her underwear down to her ankles and pushing her dress up to plant soft kisses at the base of her tail, your mouth moving between her rear cheeks to drag your tongue from her puckered hole down to her balls and back up to it where you kiss gently. Her moans bring a heat to your chest and cock that contest with the cold circling you, your hands grateful for the plump rear that you are grabbing onto. At the same time, you begin to shuffle out of your clothes as best as you can, one last kiss to mark the potion maker's hole as you stand fully nude, the cool air of the store touching your skin.
Before you can even get your cock close to the potion maker, she turns just enough to offer you a flask containing the same concoction you drank, "On the house, for us dear. Just make sure you get every inch." She says with a purr.
You pop the cork off of the flask without needing much encouragement, your hand eagerly working the cool liquid over your cock, the sensation of those cool digits over your body intensifying.
[[As you place the tip of your cock between the potion maker's rear and against her puckered hole she breathes out, "Don't hold back." |DomGreenClimax]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> Layne returns soon enough with a flask of a familiar green concoction in paw. You smile and watch as she uses her free paw to free herself of her underwear revealing her barbed member to the cool store air as you patiently wait for her to ready herself, but as she moves to pop the cork off of the flask, you kneel before her and grab at her cock causing her to squeak and shiver from your grasp. You chuckle at the display and lean in close to give her cock a lick, from the base of her cock to the tip you drag your tongue all the way up and then back down to her balls before kissing each orb.
Layne moan's out at this, her tail flicking from side to side as you service her cock. Every little touch you give her causes her to moan out and mewl, a gasp sounding off as you begin to stroke her cock, your mouth biting at her thigh softly. Looking up you can see her eyes watching you with such desire, such hunger, and you know that you have caused this, that you have entire control over her as you hold onto her cock.
Gingerly, you take the potion from her paws and pop the cork off yourself, Layne watching with dreamy eyes as you pour out the contents onto your hands to slide it all over her cock, getting every single inch wet with the stuff, all the while wondering how it will feel inside of your pussy. When you finish with the task in hand, you stand to strip free of your clothing, a shiver running through your body as your anticipation builds. Once you're fully nude and ready to take the potion maker, you gingerly ease her down to sit on her rear, her eyes watching you with curiosity and hunger as you bring yourself down to straddle her lap.
[[Carefully, you take her cock in hand and press the tip of it to your pussy, her voice coming on with a bit of a shiver, "Don't keep me waiting." |DomGreenClimax]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> You watch as the potion maker rummages through the shelves of her store, but as she turns around with flask in paw, you are already standing there before her, your lips coming to meet hers, your hand moving to grasp the flask in her paw gingerly. For a moment, your lips press and meld together, the potion maker letting out a little muffled moan as you reach below her dress to grip at her cock through her panties. Gently you push her underwear down, just enough so that her cock is sticking out letting you grip the barbed member to stroke at it lightly. You can't help but smile as the potion maker lets out little mewls and moans to your touch.
For one moment you look to the potion that you gingerly take away from Layne's paw. You notice that it is the same stuff as before, perhaps this is what Layne had wanted to make both of your time just a bit more fun.
With a breath, Layne explained, "Just rub that over my shaft and it'll feel wonderful for the both of us."
Raising a brow you shrug and smile, popping the cork off and placing it on your hand before gripping Layne's cock to spread and coat her barbed member in the stuff. Already you can feel winter's chill tingling against your fingers. Once you finish getting it nice and slick you step back to begin stripping your clothes, lusting for the potion maker's cock, the arousal in your body along with the cold not going away anytime soon.
When you are finished you very gingerly take the feline down to the ground on her rear where you straddle her lap and plant your lips upon hers in an impassioned embrace.
[[One of your hands moves to grip at the potion maker's cock, the feline's moans and words muffled as you edge the tip of her cock to your pussy, ready to press down on her. |DomGreenClimax]] <</if>><<if $bits is "P">> Once the head of your cock is fully inside of the potion maker's rear, your hands moving to grip and squeeze at her hips gently while you begin moving inside of her. Already you can feel the tight walls of her rear squeezing down on you, but the cool potion that had been poured onto your cock seemed to allow you to glide on in easily enough while at the same time keeping it nice and snug. You shiver as you feel the winter cold of the potion intensify as you rut the feline beneath you, more and more of that frosty arousal lancing up your back and through the rest of your body.
You can feel the pressure already building, the gathering heat of your loins surrounded by the frost of the potion. With a groan of your own you lean down to close your mouth over the potion maker's, her mouth parting for yours, her paws moving to your back to claw down leaving marks wherever they touch while she tries to pull you closer to her soft body. Your hands at her hips trail up her sides and shoulders as you continue plowing her over the store counter.
You're very aware that a customer could walk in at any point, and so your hips work quickly, diligently as you thrust again and again to the potion maker's rear. Her muffled moans and heated body bring you to shaking, you need more of her touch, more of her moans and more of her body, and so your thrusts soon begin to turn desperate as if she could get away at any point.
For a moment your lips part for both to breathe, Layne gasping out with a moan, her toes curling behind you as she coils her legs around your hips to bring your cock deeper inside of her rear. Already you can feel your balls slapping against her as you reach as far as you can go, your eyes shut as you feel more and more that pressure building deep within.
At the same time, Layne's cock twitches against your stomach, giving you a reminder that the potion maker deserves attention as well. From her shoulder you move one hand to grip at her cock between you, stroking at it lightly while you thrust, picking up the pace with the faster you press to her. Both her moans and the arching of her back encouraging you to double your efforts on both fronts.
You can feel her cock twitching in your grasp, the pre dripping against your thumb as you continue to pleasure her and yourself at the same time. Intense cold touches you for a moment as you feel your orgasm nearly hit, but instead you hold back for just a moment, gritting your teeth, shutting your eyes as you pound with all your might to the potion maker's rear. You want her to orgasm first, you want her to pop first and show her pleasure and soon enough you feel that result. Her climax reaches as she squeals, her cock twitching in your grasp from the combined force of your pounding her rear and the stroking of her cock. Your hand is warm and sticky with her cum and with one last thrust you push yourself in as deep as you can go, thick seed pouring out into the potion maker's rear with every twitch of your cock, your breaths shaky as you lean to her just a bit.
With a breathy giggle, the potion maker plants a peck on your nose, your hand coming up to show her the mess she made, her mouth moving to suckle and clean the mess she made.
[[What a wonderful shopping trip. |DomGreenEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> You press inside of the potion maker, taking your time as you ease your cock inside of her puckered hole. The lube makes it easy to slide into her star, your body shivering as you feel the head of your cock fully slipping in. Once inside, you give her a quick thrust of your hips to bring a good portion of your cock inside causing the potion maker to gasp and purr, her claws scratching at the wooden shelves before her, careful not to jostle any of her product.
A moan sounds off from the feline's lips, urging you to begin thrusting back and forth, driving your hips to press more and more of your cock inside of her rear. You shiver as you feel the cool wintery chill of the potion intensify as you thrust more and more, the cold surrounding your cock and bringing you in further along with the arousal that only seems to grow inside of the pit of your stomach. One of your hands rests firmly on her rump, spreading so you can see the connection of your cock gliding in and out of the potion maker, your other hand gripping at the base of the tail to tug.
Shuddering you move the hand on her rump to your chest, squeezing lightly as you work inside of her faster. You can hear her desire within every single one of her moans, those lovely little mewls bringing your hips to pound in faster and faster without pause. Your body quivers as you remember that you're in the open store, and though the day had been slow for the potion maker, someone could come in at any time and see the forbidden embrace that you were giving Layne.
Layne gasped out with a squeak as your thrusts took a desperate speed, your balls slapping against hers as you root yourself as deep as you can manage inside of her, jolting her with each push, the potions on the shelves before you shaking just a bit with each thrust you give the potion maker's tight rear. The potion keeps you gliding in fast, but at the same time, her rear stays nice and tight through every thrust, her inner walls gripping tight on your cock as if to pull you in as if to beg for more.
The feeling of the potion around your cock, the inner walls of her rear, and more are just enough to take you to the edge, but rather than end it, you allow the pressure to build as you keep on thrusting, your eyes closing as you have to double over and clench to keep yourself from popping right there.
When you can no longer stand the pressure and heat building in your loins, you open your mouth wide to let out a moan of your own as you press inside one last time, your cock twitching violently as a gush of hot cum pours into the potion maker's rear, Layne herself moaning aloud and shaking from suddenly being filled by so much cum.
With that finished you pull your cock free slowly of the potion maker's rear, Layne panting as she turns around to receive your embrace and loving kiss, her digits coming up to grab onto one of your nipples and toy around with it lightly.
[[You should have come here long ago. |DomGreenEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> You edge the potion maker's cock against your pussy, letting out a shivering groan as you feel the tip of the feline's member push past your wet folds and into your pussy. Now you lower yourself, rolling your hips just a bit as you shudder from the sensation of the slick potion imparting that wintery chill inside and against your inner walls. That chilly arousal seems to wrap around your body, bringing you lower and lower as you press more of the potion maker's cock inside of you.
You can feel the soft barbs of Layne's cock flaring against your insides, pressing and grinding to you as you continue pressing down until finally every single inch of the potion maker's cock is inside of you. For a moment you rest, bringing your other hand to feel through Layne's cheek as you lean down to capture her lips, a purr sounding off from the feline as you keep her mouth locked in an impassioned kiss.
Up and down you begin rocking yourself to and from the potion maker, your hips working the feline's cock in and out of your cunt as both of your mouths part, tongues touching at the center. Heat and cold both blossom in and around your body as you feel the potion's effects intensifying with the friction between you and the feline. Layne's cute noises of pleasure are muffled by your lips, but they are enough to bring a smile to your lips upon hers, both of your hands cupping at her cheeks, digits feeling through her soft fur as you deepen the kiss.
You feel the heat and pressure begin to build as you continue bringing the potion maker further and harder inside of you, your own hips slamming down towards the feline. You feel a rush of adrenaline as you realize that the store is still open. Even if it was a slow day someone could come inside at any point and see the forbidden embrace that was happening on the floor of the store.
With a shuddering moan, you pull your lips from the potion maker, Layne's claws gripping at your hips as she begins driving her own little hips up to you in earnest and in a way that you can only describe as desperate. Her moans take on a mewling tone, her eyes shut as she tightens her grip on your hips, your eyes dreamy as you watch the potion maker so desperately try to get herself off inside of you.
You want her to cum first, you want her to fill you up, even if it may be dangerous. You lean down and give the potion maker's neck an encouraging bite, your hips working just as desperately as the feline's, both of you moaning together in a beautiful song before suddenly you feel the barbed cock inside of you let out a thick spurt of cum that paints your inner walls, your own pussy tightening, your climax reached as you let out a sweet squeal of your own to signal your finish.
[[Panting and shivering atop of the potion maker from your love-making, you wonder if perhaps you should have come here long ago |DomGreenEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> Gently, you press the tip of the potion maker's barbed cock inside of your pussy, taking it slow as you bring your hips down at the same time. The potion on the feline's cock makes it easy for you to slide it in, your body shivering as the mixture of wintery cold and lustful heat swirls inside of your pussy. You can feel the slick concoction sticking against your inner walls, your pussy clenching tight on the potion maker's cock.
You suddenly gasp then as you feel Layne's mouth and fangs lightly suckle and press upon your nipple. You shudder as you feel the potion maker's claws on your back, her mouth working on suckling at your nipple still, your lips turning to a smile as you bring your arms around Layne's body to keep her close and tight against your own body. Firmly and passionately, you both rock your hips to one another, Layne thrusting her cock inside, you pressing down on her, bouncing on her lap as you ride her cock. You can feel the barbs flaring inside of you, dragging and brushing against your tight inner walls.
Already you can feel the throbbing of the potion maker's cock, that light twitch twitch that tells you that she might be close to her orgasm, at the same time, your own pussy tightens further, the pressure growing, the potion's effects waning but not fully gone as you continue to drown in pleasurable chilled sensation surrounding you along with the heat pulsing and throbbing inside of your pussy coming from the potion maker's cock.
Moaning aloud you buck your hips firmly, working yourself faster onto the feline's cock. You want more, and you need it, but even in your lustful heat you remember that you are there making love to the potion maker in the middle of the shop, your body bare to the world, bare to anyone who could walk in the store right there. The thought has you shivering, your eyes shutting as you breath out, your hips working desperately to work both you and the potion maker to climax. Even if the day was slow for the store, you could be caught at any moment.
With the sensations touching your body from within and throughout, you can't help but feel so utterly close, the potion maker's cock inside of you twitching and throbbing, swelling just a bit as if it were about to burst. Tightly, you clench around the feline's body with your arms, wanting every single drop of her seed to fill you even if there is a danger, a danger which brings a chilling thrill up your spine.
Your toes clench, your mouth opening wide to moan, as the potion maker pounds into you once more and fills you with thick cum, that hot substance sticking to your inner walls while your own orgasm breaches through, your body shaking, your arms tugging the potion maker tight against your body.
[[Once both are spent, you and the potion maker sit there panting, the feline purring and as your fingers run through the soft fur of the feline you just fucked, you can't help but wonder why you hadn't come here before. |DomGreenEnd]] <</if>>After helping the potion maker clean the mess and fixing yourself up, you decide it is time to head on out, after all, from where you stand in the store you can see the sun coming down just outside of the window at the entrance to the store. Fully dressed and standing there with a big smile the potion maker presents you with the green potion that you had just taken today and you in turn hand her the coin that she so rightfully deserves, and just a bit extra for good measure.
"Thank you for your patronage, please do come again." Layne said with a pur while bowing, but as she comes up you lean in close to take her lips against yours for just a single second, pulling away as she plants a paw on her cheek to squeak, "Well! Please...Do visit soon."
With that said you smile and wave the potion maker off, heading out the door and into the evening. Even though the outside is warm, you still feel remnants of the chill from the potion that had brought you so much arousal and cold before. Either way you should go home to rest since the day was ending, and thinking on it, you didn't have anything to do tomorrow either and the potion maker's prices were cheap, so why not come back the next day? The perfect plan for a perfect day.
[[Time to go home and sleep off the rest of that potion. |End]]
<<if $bits is "P">> Strange. Every coy word that the potion maker throws your way sends another jolt of arousal through your body, did that bubbling concoction really make you that sensitive? As if to answer your question, the potion maker begins to step around the counter, her eyes on you, even her gaze making you shiver and shake. The heat becomes almost uncomfortable as she simply approaches. Once she is before you, her paws reach to grip at the bulge you're clearly sporting, your body doubling over in response from the sudden shock of pleasure jolting from your cock up to your head. With a giggle and her paw still on your bulge, the potion maker asks, "I did promise to help, you only need ask."
[[At this point your throat feels dry, but you at the very least make a shaky nod to indicate your acceptance. |SubRed]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> Her words are little touches on your body that bring you more of that summer warmth that you can't shake away. Your eyes clench shut as you feel the sensations of your breasts and your cock being touched and fooled around with by that heat, your arousal growing further and further as the potion takes hold of your form. When you open your eyes you see that the potion maker is making her way towards you and around the counter, her eyes half-lidded gaze bringing more of that shuddering heat through your body. You then gasp as she stands by you, her paw gripping at your cock, her other paw resting upon your chest causing you to shiver as she speaks, "Poor thing, go ahead and ask for it, I'll be happy to give you a helping paw."
[[Shivering from the arousal rocking your body, you only nod meekly in response. |SubRed]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> You gasp out and sound off with a little squeak as you try to calm yourself from the heat surrounding and pushing inside of you. You feel a hot wash of embarrassment touch your cheeks as you notice the potion maker simply watching you, her tail flicking from side to side, her eyes ever focused on you and never wavering. You want her to stop, but only because you want more than just her eyes on you, you want more than simple touches from her eyes. As if reading your thoughts, Layne makes her way around the counter with a giggle, her paw touching your hip lightly as she reaches you, "My my my, aren't you so shaky here without me even doing a single thing to you, that sample must have been strong hm? I'm guessing you need my touch now right?"
[[With a hot breath, you shake and shiver where you stand and finally nod your head in response, you need it. |SubRed]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> You can feel the heat gripping at your body, the warmth traveling up inside of you and swirling around your form, gripping at your breasts as well as the rest of your body. You let out a hot breath and shake as you try to get a hold of yourself, but the potion, the feline's stare, everything together is too much to handle and you nearly buckle and fall to your knees just from the sensations overwhelming you. With a sweet tone the potion maker steps around the counter, speaking her piece and placing a paw on your side as she stands before you, "Poor thing, can you even use your words right now? Just nod if you need me, darling."
[[She's right, you can't speak, your throat is dry, your body is trembling with arousal, and so you simply nod to let your desire be known. |SubRed]] <</if>>
<<if $bits is "P">> Your response is met with a purr, the potion maker leaning up to plant her lips against yours, her paw idly stroking at your cock through your clothing. At first, you aren't sure how to respond to the soft kiss, your body still too hot to even react, but you barely have to move. Layne takes control of every little thing, her paw ever present on your bulge, her mouth against yours as she tugs you down by the clothing to deepen the kiss. Slowly your own hands begin to feel over her body, down her back and against her hips, and she only purrs in response, flicking her tongue against your mouth as you open to let yours slide against hers.
You shiver from every single touch she gives you, allowing her to fully take the lead, to take care of what you need. At the same time, the heat that flows through your body just will not die down, and with her touch, it only seems to get worse. At this point, it feels as if you could rip through your clothes just to get some sort of relief from the heated arousal gripping at you. It is at that point that the potion maker pulls her mouth away from you and steps away, her eyes focused on you as she speaks, "Wait a moment right here. I need something to make this a bit easier and more pleasurable for both of us."
[[You watch as she pulls further away from you, your body practically groaning in anticipation as you are forced to be patient. |SubRedSex]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> The potion making feline leans to you, one paw grabbing at your chest, the other one still feeling over your cock bulging against your clothing as she plants her lips firmly to yours in a heated kiss. You shudder and shake as you feel your arousal nearly double from her touch. Every little spot that the potion maker touches seems to burn with an added heat that you cannot push away and it only makes you that much easier to control for the feline, but at this point, you certainly don't mind.
The potion maker uses this control to her advantage, her paw kneading a breast, her tongue flicking out against your mouth as you open obediently to let your own tongue out against hers. Even her breath against yours feels almost unbearably hot, your body shaking, your cock twitching beneath your clothing as you struggle to contain yourself. Then, with her thumb pressed against the tip of your cock through your clothing, the potion maker pulls her mouth away to whisper, "Stay. Right. Here." That is all she says, all she utters as she steps back with a giggle.
[[Shivering, trembling in place, you stay there obediently even though your body screams for more attention. |SubRedSex]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> Gingerly, the potion maker takes your hand in paw and leads you beneath her dress where you can feel her bulge beneath her underwear. You shiver as heat flows through your body, your cheeks flustering further as Layne purrs and reaches to tug you down into a firm kiss, her mouth parting yours, her tongue dragging against yours as she asserts herself over you. It isn't as if you can resist much, not with this unending heat and sensitivity that you cannot shake off. Every single little touch she lays upon you is another jolt and shake of pleasure through your body.
The control that the potion maker wields over your body is insane, you can barely believe that your own hand is feeling over the potion maker's cock with such hunger, and yet you need what is beneath her underwear, you lust to be driven into and fucked. At the same time the potion maker herself only adds to that lust with her movements, with her touch, a paw slipping between your legs to tease over your crotch with a single digit before she steps away and smirks, "Now just wait right here, I'll get something to make the experience even better."
[[Mustering all the patience you can, you shiver and nod, letting out a hot breath as you watch the potion maker walk away. |SubRedSex]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> A single paw from the potion maker comes up to feel over one of your breasts through your clothing, the potion making it hard to resist letting out a little squeak of surprise and a small moan in response to the feline's touch. What noise you were making is silenced as the potion maker leans up to press her mouth firmly to yours, capturing your lips, her paw reaching to grip at your wrist to lead your hand beneath her dress and against her cock bulging against her panties. Even with simply touching that bulge, you can't help but already feel the sensations of being penetrated by the potion maker's cock, your desires mounting and your control of the situation long gone.
It is almost as if you are a puppet in the potion maker's grasp, every single one of her movements pushing you or nudging you in a certain direction as your body can barely handle the sensations being pushed against it. Your mind is already going foggy from the heat that the potion has brought against you, your breasts, your pussy, and every single inch of your body feeling some sort of arousal and pleasure. Just as you feel you can take no more, the potion maker pulls away from you with a small smile, her eyes dreamy as she purrs out, "Stay like a good pet and let me grab something that'll make it better for both of us."
[[Feeling even further flustered at being called a pet, you nod and tremble as you watch Layne move away. |SubRedSex]] <</if>><<if $bits is "P">> Layne takes her sweet time as she steps away from you to search through the shelves of her store. You can do nothing but stand there obediently, your gaze ever on the potion maker, the potion maker whose own gaze occasionally turns back to look at you, a coy smile on her face as she turns away towards the shelves, her tail lifting her dress up just enough for you to see her rear beneath her dress which only adds to the heat shaking your form.
Soon enough, your patience is rewarded as the potion maker returns with a flask of the very same liquid that you had just consumed. With a purr she presents the flask, "Here, this will make it just a bit hotter for both of us, and easier for you to get inside of me, now are you just gonna stand there in all of those clothes or what? Strip."
Your body reacts to the command with a shudder, the thought of more of that hot potion anywhere near you bringing another surge of arousal that you aren't sure is healthy, but damned if it doesn't feel good.
Piece by piece, you begin to strip your clothing, material sliding against your skin causing you to shudder as you bare all before the potion maker in her shop. When you're finished, your cock is twitching and ready out in the air, the potion maker looking you up and down with an almost predatory look, her hunger clear as she makes her way to you while popping the cork off of the potion.
Your hands move to grab at the potion maker as she approaches you, but she puts a paw up and giggles, "Ah, take a seat and no touching."
Shivering, your body is compelled to obey as you sit down on the floor, the potion maker eyeing you with a certain glint in her gaze. Carefully she pours the concoction onto her paw as she kneels down to grip at your cock with her soft paws, the potion already adding to the heat and arousal all through your body as she passed her paw back and forth along your cock, squeezing gently before stopping at the head. With a purr she rises to her feet, bringing her paws beneath her dress to slip out of her underwear before taking a seat on your lap, the tip of your cock pressed against her rear as she takes the shaft in paw to edge it against her hole.
[[Layne purrs, "I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm, precious customer of mine." |SubRedClimax]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> You hunger for the potion maker's touch, for her body to be on yours already, but you do nothing but wait obediently as the potion maker rummages through her shelves searching for something. You aren't sure what she is looking for, but at the very least it had to be something to enhance the mood, she wouldn't just leave you there waiting and horny, right? She was taking her sweet time, but at the same time, her tail was lifted just enough so you could see her rear beneath her dress only adding to your impatience and arousal.
Flustering heat touches your cheeks as she returns with what looks like a flask full of the very same liquid you had drunk just a bit ago, the thought of drinking more bringing a shivering pleasure up your spine that seems so strangely wrong, and yet it feels so undeniably good.
Layne herself giggles upon seeing you shiver, a single digit popping off the cork as she looks to you with dreamy eyes to give a command, "Go on, strip for me."
With that command given, you feel your body shiver, your hands move to comply with the command immediately as the potion maker takes her place sitting atop of the counter, her leg's spread she brings one paw underneath her dress to tug and pull away her underwear. At the same time, every slide of material against your breasts, your cock and even your skin brings another push of pleasure that you cannot push away, that you just cannot ignore. When you are fully nude and in the cool air of the shop, you see that the potion maker is beckoning you with one digit of her paw to come towards her.
You obey without question, moving to her, shuddering as she takes your cock in paw to stroke it lightly, her free paw taking the flask and pouring the contents all over your cock as she passes her paw up and down your shaft. The sudden rush of heat that touches your cock pushes up your body and all around, causing you to moan and thrust lightly against her paw, the potion maker giggling in response. When she's finished applying the potion to your cock she lies back and spreads her legs, her paw easing your cock between her legs.
[["C'mon, put it in and don't be gentle about it. I can handle it." She says with a coy purr |SubRedClimax]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> Obediently and without question, you stand in place and watch as the potion maker takes her time with finding something among the shelves, something that will supposedly make the experience better for the both of you, but at the moment you just wish she would have taken you at that point in time without any fuss about it. Still, you suppose you can at least wait a few seconds while the arousal builds further and further through your body.
In a few moments, the potion maker turns from where she stands and there in her paw she holds a glass flask full of the very same red concoction that you had drunk. An invigorating heat rushes through your body and inside of you as you see the potion in her paws, your eyes growing wide as she steps towards you with it. You can only anticipate what she is going to do with that, but for some reason, it only furthers the arousal in your body which at the time you aren't sure if it is a good thing or bad thing.
When she stops before you, her eyes are narrowed and her lips are curved into a smirk as she speaks, "Go on, strip for me. Right here, right now."
The command brings the arousal in your body to a near boil, your eyes shutting as you let out a shaky breath and move your hands to obey the potion maker's wishes. Ever slide of material against your skin as you strip brings another flash of lust through your body that you cannot shake away making it rather difficult to strip without even moaning like a fool, your cheeks flustered as much as they can be. When you are done you see the potion maker gripping at her own cock from beneath her dress, the barbed member fully presented and out in the air for you to see, your eyes growing wide as you see the glass flask set back on the shelf and empty, the potion maker's cock slick with the red substance and her eyes focused on you, "Get on your hands and knees, show me that rump of yours."
[[With a shaky breath you move to obey, feeling embarrassed as you get on your hands and knees to present yourself to the potion maker, shivering as you feel her cock suddenly slip against your sensitive slit. |SubRedClimax]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> Again your mind trails back to the fact that you were just called a pet. Even as you wait there patiently for Layne to return from her rummaging through shelves, you shiver and shake unable to really believe this is happening. So badly do you wish that Layne would have simply taken you right then and there, but at the same time, the wait only seems to compound the heat growing in your body, compound the arousal that you are feeling.
Soon enough Layne returns from her search with the very same potion that she had given you a sample of, the sight of the red liquid inside of that flask that she holds in paw bringing you a rush of heat and a strange sensation of desire that you cannot explain or shake away. It as if the mere sight of the stuff is enough to make you want more, want more of the pleasure, the strange heat and arousal that it brings you. You aren't sure if it is healthy or not, but at the very least it feels so very good that at the moment it doesn't seem to matter.
Breaking you out of your sudden stupor, the potion maker purrs out, "C'mon pet, strip for me."
Those goading words bring a shiver up your spine, your eyes shutting as you shake from the desire. You aren't her pet, you aren't hers to boss around, and yet your hands are compelled to move, compelled to begin taking the clothing off of your body, the material of your clothes brushing across every inch of your body and bringing sudden spurts of arousal to your system that make it rather difficult to get naked. Once you are fully out of your clothes you shiver and open your eyes to see that the potion maker has pushed down her underwear and brought her cock out into the cool air of the store. Idly, she strokes her cock as she orders, "Lie back on the counter."
Without question you go to sit and lie back on the store countertop, your legs spreading by themselves, your body shuddering as you see the potion maker bring her cock against your crotch, "Help me get this on dear, it'll be fun for you to feel anyway."
You look between the two just as Layne pours out the red potion onto her cock, your hands gravitating towards the potion maker's barbed member to grip and stroke it, slickening every inch of the potion maker's cock with the red potion, the feline purring as you do so, your body shivering in anticipation as she pulled her cock away without even warning you to press the tip of it against your pussy, "Say please." Teases the potion maker.
[[With a hot breath you manage to at least choke out the words, "P-please fuck me." |SubRedClimax]] <</if>><<if $bits is "P">> Layne lowers herself onto your lap fully, her paw holding the shaft of your cock to press the tip inside of her rear as she descends. You shudder and shake as you feel the warmth of her potion doubled by the warmth of her insides tight on your cock. It is easy enough to slip inside of her with that concoction lubing your cock, letting you glide inside of the potion maker's rear. Inch by inch your cock fits inside, Layne's paws upon your sides as she purrs and digs her claws in, her tail moving to coil around your balls and tease them as she continues to lower herself.
When every inch of your cock is inside of Layne, she lets out a shivering moan that sends a sensation of pleasure up your spine that has you trembling. Ignoring her previous order, your hands move to grab at her sides, but not to hold her in place, rather, you pull her close to your body and squeeze her in a tight embrace more for your sake than hers. In response, Layne can only giggle, her mouth moving to your neck to bite softly at the skin, causing you to gasp out as you feel her fangs brush against the surface.
Locked in that embrace with her fangs on your neck and your cock inside of her, Layne begins to move her hips, bouncing on your lap lightly to pump your cock inside of her rear. Ever single movement is another jolt of pleasure through your body, the heat compounding and burning inside of you. Your cock throbs and twitches inside of the potion maker, a pressure building that has your cock already dripping pre inside of the feline's rear and against her tight inner walls.
It seems with every push, with every bounce the potion maker takes on your lap, that her fangs dig just a bit deeper against the skin of your neck, causing you to wince and shiver as you feel them slowly pressing to breach the surface of your skin, sending an oddly cool trickle down your overly hot body. At the same time, your own hips start moving, the heat and desperation fueling your thrusting into the potion maker's rear.
The heat gathering in your body seems to flood to your cock, your twitching member seemingly growing harder inside of the potion maker, your own hands holding the potion maker tight against your body as you continue to drive your hips to her, her moans growing louder and her cock twitching against your stomach as you feel yourself so close to orgasming. As if she could either sense it or feel it by the way you are clutching at her and by the way your cock is throbbing the potion maker mewls out, "Let it all out inside of me."
As if you could refuse that offer. One last time is all it takes, one last time of Layne driving her hips down on yours to bring your cock fully inside of her is all it takes for you to let out every single drop of your seed into the potion maker's rear, every bit of heat draining from your balls and body into the potion maker's tight inner walls in the form of that cum. Layne herself purrs aloud and grips at her own cock, squeezing at it as she lets out her own load of cum all over your stomach, both of you sitting there panting now, Layne resting her head on your chest, your hand idly feeling behind her ears.
[[Didn't expect your first shopping trip here to go so well. |SubRedEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> You take your cock and press the tip inside, one hand easing it in, the other hand feeling over Layne's leg as you ease the tip of your cock inside. You shiver as you remember the fact that she told you to not take it easy, that she could handle anything you had to give her, but would she really? She was smaller after all, but the potion covering your cock seemed to make it so easy to enter her rear. Before you can really make up your mind, the potion maker brings herself up just enough to stare you in the eyes, a coy smirk on her face as she brings a claw to your chin to tease, "Not getting cold feet, are you? C'mon, hurry up."
With her urging, with that teasing claw against your chin as you cannot help but comply. Your body is spurred into motion, heat and pressure building already as you press the full length of your cock inside of her. Layne lets out a mewling moan as her tight inner walls welcome you to her rear. You shudder as you feel the potion do its job admirably, allowing you full entrance without any trouble, and doubling the heat you feel as well. Back and forth you move your hips, an almost involuntary motion that you cannot stop.
Again the potion maker moves up, this time to grab your cheeks and pull you down into a heated kiss as your bodies connect and brush against one another. There she parts your lips with hers, her tongue slipping into your mouth to slide against yours, a paw of hers trailing down your body to feel against your breasts and grip at them lovingly while you thrust deep inside of her. Both of your moans are muffled as your kiss and embrace, your own cock twitching and pressing deeper inside of her as your hips continue to drive with desperation towards the potion maker.
At the same time, Layne's feline cock bounces against your stomach, a billowing warmth touching you as you feel pre dot against your skin. For a moment, you wince as you feel the feline's claws drag against your shoulder as she grips on tight to hold to you, your arms coiling around her on the countertop to bring her close, to give you comfort, to give you something to hold onto. The heat at this point is almost unbearable, your body growing more aroused by the second, your hips thrusting more desperately as all of that heat and pressure seem to build inside of your throbbing cock.
At this point, you can barely contain yourself, but you don't want it to end so soon, and so you keep yourself from cumming, your twitching cock practically begging for release as you thrust inside of the feline. Finally, you part lips, both of you letting out a pleasured song as you continue to grind against one another, the potion maker mewling and calling out for more. With her calls urging you, you give her as much as you can, your cock thrusting in as deep as you can manage every single time, your hands pulling her close to you, and your mouth secured against hers whenever you have the breath to do so.
Unable to contain yourself anymore, you drive yourself one last time to the potion maker's rear, your cock twitching violently as you begin to climax. Layne lets out a purring moan against your lips as her legs come around to tug at your hips and bring them closer, her toes curling and her own cock twitching and releasing her own load against your stomach between you. It feels as if your cock is releasing all the heat from the potion into Layne's rear, your cock twitching and continuing to let out a torrent of cum that you're sure must be a result of the potion. When finally you are done you pull your lips from the potion maker and sigh, the purring feline looking up to you with a dreamy gaze as she pants.
[[What an intense first visit, would there be another? |SubRedEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">> At first, the potion maker is gentle, the tip of her cock brushing against your entrance and pushing past your wet folds to press just the head of her barbed cock inside of you. You shudder as you feel her member push inside of you, tremble as you feel her paws and claws grip at your plump rear, unable to do a thing but shiver and allow the potion maker to do as she pleases. You then gasp out as you feel the feline suddenly thrust inside of you, nearly all of her cock shoved inside of your pussy thanks to the potion lubing the feline's barbed member. That potion lubing the feline's cock also intensified the heat from the concoction that you already drank, doubling it or tripling it, you weren't sure, you were only sure of the arousal and heat gripping at your body and forcing you to moan aloud, and the feline hadn't even begun to thrust.
Soon enough, the potion maker began to rock her hips back and forth. At first, the feline pressed inside of you gently, her hips pressing against your rear with every thrust as she hilted her cock inside of you slowly. In response you moaned aloud, your moan turning into an embarrassing squeak as you feel her claws dig into your rear and her cock suddenly slam inside of you before the potion maker returns to gently pushing inside of you. Behind you, you can hear the feline purr, hear her groan out as she begins to pick up speed thrust by thrust. You're surprised by how rough the potion maker is going on you, you figured that a feline her size would be a bit softer, but no, her cock is buried deep inside of you with every thrust, those barbs on her member flaring and dragging against your inner walls causing you to shudder and moan aloud as you try your best to keep yourself held up on both hands and knees.
You nearly collapse suddenly as the potion maker's thrust take on a desperate rush, your body jolting with every single push as the feline pounding into your pussy hisses behind you, her cock throbbing and your insides burning from both the potion and the friction that the potion maker is forcing upon you. Already you can feel the potion maker's throbbing cock dripping pre inside of you, that hot substance only adding to the heat of the potion that is bringing you to a moaning mess. Every single thrust the feline pushes upon you is accompanied by the slap of her hips against your rear, the wet pop of her cock pushing inside of your pleasure drenched insides. Already you can't help but feel your climax coming on, your insides clenching tight on the potion maker's barbed cock, your eyes shutting tightly as you struggle to hold yourself up, your body shaking as you suddenly let out a squeal of pleasure as your orgasm finally hits your form.
Your arms tremble as your orgasm dies down, but you aren't allowed to rest. Your insides are pounded mercilessly by the potion maker, the feline behind you hissing as she continues her relentless assault on your insides. Soon enough you slip as you cannot hold yourself up due to the pressure of the potion maker's orgasm hit you, rope after rope of cum drenching your insides in the warm stuff, the heat fading from your body as you lie on the floor panting, spent and unable to move while the potion maker kneads and massages your rear, purring as she does so.
[[Unexpected, but not unwanted; perhaps you'll come back another time. |SubRedEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> The display of begging that you had to put on brought a fluster to your cheeks that compared to the heat of the potion that was still coursing through your body. Layne herself only giggled in response to your fluster and begging, but since you obeyed her command, she gives you exactly what you desire. Layne isn't gentle as she presses inside of you. There atop of the counter, the potion maker eases her tip inside of you before thrusting every single inch of her cock into your pussy. You let out a loud gasp as your body trembles and your toes curl in response to the potion maker's sudden rough entrance.
The potion coating Layne's cock is enough to drive you wild as the heat is now inside of you and growing more and more intense with every single thrust, and thanks to that potion the feline's barbed cock can simply glide inside of you with ease. At the same time, she clings on to your body tight, her paws gripping at your sides as you moan loud, her claws digging in causing you to wince, and her mouth moving over your breast to bite upon it gently.
You shudder as you feel her tongue flick out against your chest, her tongue dragging down across your sensitive skin and against your nipple gently before she suckles upon it while thrusting harder to you. Your eyes flutter as you feel the potion maker's barbs dragging against your insides, your legs moving around the potion maker's hips to bring her closer to your body. Layne simply purrs in response as she continues to suckle and nip at your nipple lovingly, her paws clawing up and down your sides, leaving little marks wherever they touch as she continues to thrust and pound inside of you.
Already you can feel the potion maker's cock throbbing inside of you, thick pre dripping against your inner walls as the potion maker continues to thrust inside of you. Already you can feel your insides tightening, your body shuddering as you feel your climax closing in. You cannot help but let out a squeal as your back arches and your orgasm hits your body hard, every single bit of heat gathered by the potion suddenly leaving your body as your arousal reaches its peak and your body lowers back to the counter as you pant, recovering from your orgasm. At the same time, you are given no rest as the potion maker continues thrusting to you, her body pressed against yours firmly, your eyes growing wide as you feel your insides coated in hot cum from the potion maker's twitching cock, the feline pounding into you moaning aloud and pressing to you firmly before resting atop of your body after her orgasm is finished. There atop of the counter, the both of you lay, panting, eyes closed.
[[What an incredible first visit to the potion store. |SubRedEnd]] <</if>>After helping the potion maker clean up each other and the mess you made in the shop, it is finally time to head on out. From where you stand at the store counter you can see the sun setting just outside of the windows near the entrance to the store. Turning to the potion maker you set coin down on the counter gingerly, and some extra, to pay for a flask of that concoction that you had sampled today. You feel a bit abashed as you take the potion in hand, the feline watching you with a grin as you turn away and begin walking.
You pause then as you hear her voice, "Come again soon! I'll still be around for a bit doing clean up, just don't keep me waiting for too long, it does get lonely out here." Feeling a fluster in your cheeks you duck your head and move to leave before you find yourself asking if you could stay in the potion maker's store for a bit more fun.
As soon as you're out into the cool evening air, you take a breath and figure that you should head home. You've had your fun for the day and figure it is time to head home and rest. Looking to the potion in hand you wonder if perhaps you could come tomorrow to use this with her, if she would even allow it, perhaps you should have asked if she would have helped you with it, or maybe this was part of her salesman's game. Either way, you could still feel the dull heat of the potion and your fun slowly ebbing in your head, your body warm as you walk. One thing was certain; you could get used to being pushed around by a small cat.
[[Time to sleep. |End]]
"Hello! Can you understand me?" Asks the potion maker, her paws held together and her head tilted, her tone giddy and far too merry for what had just happened.
The question breaks you out of the sudden flood of urges that had assailed your new body, your thoughts becoming clear as you focus on the potion maker's voice and question for just a moment.
<<linkappend "Answering her question to yourself;" t8n>> yes, you can understand her, but as for the ability to speak and tell her that? That you cannot seem to manage. In fact, you can barely tell where your mouth or even your limbs are at all or if you even have any. As far as you can tell, you're nothing but a mass of slime now, stretching and contracting occasionally by your will. Along with that, though, every movement is accompanied by a strange vibration that seems to muddle your thoughts with little bits of pleasure and you're unsure of why that is happening, but at the very least it feels good. You're not larger than the store itself, but you've still grown quite a bit, enough to tower over the potion maker and the counter she still stands behind.
Again the potion maker speaks, interrupting your inventory of yourself, "Now, let's try this again. Blink once for yes, twice for no, can you do that for me? I'd like to get this test going if you wouldn't mind."
<<linkappend "A test?" t8n>>
Does that mean she fed you a potion that hadn't been tested properly, or made with some sort of alterations? Anger builds within you, your thoughts wavering as you try to focus on the potion maker's voice and question. At the same time, those sensations from before begin to return, your hunger, your lust, and all of those strange primal instincts that pressed upon your mind trying to take over. You struggle to maintain your semblance of self, your vision fading and registering less and less. You can still see, but you have trouble comprehending what you're looking at. There stands the potion maker's form, her voice fading off in the distance of your muddled mind, your body a quivering mass of goo as you try to make heads or tails of what is happening as the world around you begins to twist and shake.
[[You can resist and break free of the grasp of the potion to keep your mind. |Resist]]
[[You can sink into primal sensations and allow the potion to take hold and let your mind slip for just one moment. |GiveIn]]
<</linkappend>> <</linkappend>><<set $will to "resist">>
For a moment a loud ringing touches your mind as you struggle desperately to retain what little bit of yourself you can hold onto. The potion maker's questions increase in frequency or at the very least it seems that way as her voice continues on and on, but you cannot understand her words, you can only focus on her voice and try to come back to reality as the lust, as the primal urges try to take over both your new body and mind. You curse the potion and curse the fact that you were dumb enough to drink the thing without properly asking the potion maker what in the world you were about to get yourself into, but in that, you realize that if you lose control you may not be able to get the revenge that you deserve and that the potion maker deserves as well. Certainly, you wouldn't harm the potion maker, but at the very least she needed to understand what she did was wrong and you certainly had the bulk to make that happen.
It was in that thought of revenge that you were able to focus further on the potion maker's voice, the sound of her questions suddenly becoming clearer as you began to recall more and more of yourself, the spinning and twisting of the store stopping as your eyes regain focus and your mind regains composure; you would not be taken by the effects of the potion, at least not for now.
"Hello? Oh geez. I think I lost them. Well, it was just a small sample so they'll be back to normal in no time! And hopefully, they won't remember a thing." The potion maker says in a peppy tone.
With your mind and body both returned to your full control, you focus on your new form and sprout tendrils from your gooey self, the black ink tentacles closing in on the potion maker whose eyes are wide and paws are clasped together tight, "Ah! Now that is something that I wanted to see, I wonder, can you even control those?"
Her question is answered as she is brought into the air by one of your tendrils coiling around her body, the feline yelping in response, "Oh! Yes, you can! This is perfect information, now, you remember our code right? Do you have control of your body?"
Bringing her up so she can face your amber gaze, your eyes blink out of existence once before coming back. Layne in response giggles, "Great! Now then, set me down and we can begin tests, I'd just like to get a few samples, maybe see how your new body reacts to things if that is all right with you."
In response to that, you blink twice and the potion maker's ears pull back as the tendril around her waist slowly begin to coil around her arms as well, "Ahah, please set me down?" Rather than do that, you push a tendril through her dress and tear it off as Layne yelps and begins to squirm in your grasp, "Hey wait! I mean, this is kind of hot and all, but tell me you're at least going to be gentle right?" You blink twice and the potion maker's ears droop further as you think of the ways to punish her.
[[Even as a giant blob of inky slime, you are most definitely going to enjoy this. |Spank]]<<set $will to "givein">>
<<linkreplace "Perhaps, perhaps it would be better to simply give in..." t8n>>
You can feel your mind ebbing away from you, your body's primal functions and flows slowly taking over your thoughts as you allow yourself to give up, give up and let the potion and the primal urges of your new form take over. Everything begins to grow hotter, your mind drifting further, fading, wandering away from your grasp as well as the functions of your own body, but in this there was a certain bliss, to let go, to allow yourself to sink into nothingness and simply fade away, even if it is just for a moment.
<<linkappend "Your body grows incredibly still..." t8n>>
"Hm, That's strange. I expected more of a violent response, but it seems like nothing's going on in there. Hello? Customer? Can you hear me? Are you still in there?"
The creature that you have become does not answer. Your eyes are open and you are fully awake, but you yourself aren't fully there, it is something else entirely, and yet you experience every single thing as if you yourself were simply naturally what you are now; a monster made from slime created by an erotic potion. For a moment you look around, hearing the voice of a stranger, no, the potion maker, the one who made you like this. You look down to see the tiny feline waving at you, her head tilted and her eyes squinted in what seems to be some sort of concern, but why should she be concerned? You feel absolutely wonderful as you are, as you should be. You are an incredible creature made of slime, a powerful one at that with the capability to tear this store apart, but you don't feel like doing that. Instead, you are simply awash in warm bubbling sensations that urge you on in what you should do, urge you to pick up the potion maker and make her yours as she probably desires as well, else, why would she give you the potion in the first place knowing what it did?
<<linkappend "Tendrils begin to sprout of your new body, all of them writhing and lashing for a single purpose." t8n>>
Layne's ears fall back as she looks up to the tendrils sprouting from your gooey form, "Well, I did ask for results on this little test, but uh, I don't suppose you're going to be gentle with me are you?"
Tendrils fly towards the potion maker to grab her by the wrists and ankles and bring her into the air just before your eyes. She yelps and squirms in your grasp her gaze wide as she calls out to you, "H-hey! Set me down this instant! At the very least let me get out of my dress so you don't muck it up."
Dress? That's right...She's wearing something that is in the way, in the way of what you desire, and so a single tendril from your body slips beneath her dress and lifts, tearing the dress from her body with barely any effort given, the motion bringing you a flood of ecstasy as you show your new body's strength.
The potion maker, however, is not so entertained, "H-hey! I'll have you pay for that when you're back to normal you slime!"
Ignoring her words, a tendril slips through the waist of her underwear and tugs until it pops off with a snap. Layne yelps and tries her best to close her legs, but you spread them wide and bring her closer her to you so you can see between her legs. One tendril of yours moves to feel over her balls and cock, the other one probing at her rear, pressing and pushing against the hole lightly, this is what you wanted, to satisfy yourself and satisfy the potion maker. Carnal desire is what you hunger for, it is what the potion was made for, after all, to enhance the mood, and what was wrong with that? Perhaps then you could get yourself something tasty to drink in the form of the potion maker's semen and mana, it would be a sweet treat to reward your new body and actions.
[[Time to satisfy your desires and ruin the potion maker's rear. |TentacleRape]]
Hot, gentle? You wonder if the potion maker believes that what you plan on doing will benefit the both of you in some sort of way, at the same time, your original plan of pounding her into submission with your tendrils comes across as just that, benefiting both rather than being a punishment for the potion maker. Why give her the pleasure that she desires? No, instead you had a better plan in mind.
Holding the potion maker in the air, you turn her over in your tendrils so her rear is facing you, her legs dangling helplessly as she kicks out to try and struggle. A single tendril then coils around the waist of her underwear to tug and tear until they snap apart, the feline yelping and hissing in response, "H-hey! I said be gentle at the very least!"
<<linkappend "Oh, if only you could speak to the feline in your grasp to tell her just how gentle you were about to be." t8n>>
Bringing up one of your tendrils you see that the potion maker has given in, her tail raised and her legs hanging there as you prepare, but you don't really plan on giving her what she desires, oh no, why would you fuck her when your plan is to punish her?
Drawing back the tendril in the air you flick it as quickly as you can, your inky tentacle swatting at her rear, creating a loud crack that echoes through the air. Layne's head raises along with her ears as she squeaks from the sudden strike onto her rear, "AH! What in the world do you think you're doing back there?!"
You give no answer, well, you can't, but you wouldn't anyway, screw her for messing with you, for giving you something that she knew would alter your state of being without even warning you. Raising your tendril again above her rear you swat and swat again and again at each of her rear cheeks, a loud slap and crack sounding off with each and every single stinging strike that you deliver to the potion maker's rear. Each sound of her rear being struck is accompanied by the potion maker whining, crying out and yelping, her body squirming in your grasp as you continue to strike out at her rear again and again. At some point, her tail comes down to try and keep herself covered, but another tendril comes to coil around the base of her bushy tail and kept it raised high as you continue to strike out at her plump rear.
"Ah! Fuck, you think this is some sort of revenge. YEEP! You weak lump of waste!" She says between swats.
<<linkappend "Seems the potion maker is just as stubborn as she is mischievous." t8n>>
Drawing back a tendril you add another side by side and collide them together to create a sort of knotted mesh. Again you swat at the feline's rear, her yelps and cries growing just a bit louder as you continue your assault on her rump. You can feel her claws digging into you beneath your hold as she still squirms, but as you look closely at the potion maker's behind, you notice that her cock is twitching and hard. It seems that perhaps this isn't as much of a punishment as you thought it was.
With a bit of frustration, you double your efforts, thunder cracking through the store as you bring down tendril after tendril on the potion maker's rear cheeks, her cock bouncing just a bit between her legs as you continue to whip her. Even through all of your spanking, through all of your lashing, the potion maker still has enough energy to call out in a hot breath, "I've been taken rougher by smaller plants you weakling! If you weren't a customer I'd freeze you so fast you'd have no chan--OW!" You finally manage to shut her up with a quick thwack to the rear, but you aren't sure if you can keep this up, she seems so resilient and yet you're sure she'll break.
For a moment you let the potion maker rest, allowing her to stay in the air to feel what you've done to her rear while she grumbles and hisses, "Oh what? You're done now?"
Rather than react quickly, you wait for a moment before raising a tendril and letting it fall striking both of her rear cheeks at once. The feline jolts forward and winces, sucking in a breath as you do it again to change the pace. Much better. Now you alternate between quick strikes and slow smacks, making sure to take your time with each every single slap you lay across her cheeks. The potion maker's cries sound a bit more pained now, her toes curling, her eyes shut tight as you continue to strike at her rear again and again. Even her words seemed to have weakened as what she tries to say comes out in yelps and squeaks rather than complete statements. In this you take satisfaction and keep it up for quite some time until the potion maker is limp in your grasp, her mouth open as she pants and shakes, "Please...N-no more...I'm sorry."
<<linkappend "An apology! What a novel thing to get!" t8n>>
Perhaps now you can bury the hatchet and let her down. Setting her down slowly, you beam internally as you feel yourself elated that you finally got exactly what you wanted, and it was pretty fun too, even if you're some sort of giant goo creature still. When the potion maker is fully free of your grasp she brings herself up on shaky legs, nearly stumbling and falling over. Feeling bad you take her paw with your tendril to help her up. When she's fully up she grips your tendril tight and turns around with a flash of blue in her left eye.
[[Before you can react, your world turns icy cold, your body freezing inch by inch until darkness takes you |SpankEnd]]
<</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>>After floating in the darkness of dreamless sleep for who knows how long, you awaken as your normal non-gooey form comes out of an icy prison, your body cold even underneath your clothing. With a gasp of breath, you open your eyes and shake as you try to bring yourself up to your feet. Funnily enough, it feels strange to actually stand on two feet rather than on a mass of ooze. Clutching at your head you suddenly remember the last thing you saw was the cold gaze of the potion maker. That's right, the potion maker! Where could she be after such event?
<<linkappend "If you're not dead now then surely she doesn't plan on doing anything strange does she?" t8n>>
Your answer comes in the form of the feline herself stepping out from the back of the shop fully dressed and with a small tray in paw, a small teacup of something piping hot in it. Gingerly, she places it on the counter before looking at you with a short look, "Come on then, you're probably freezing after that. Go on and drink, I promise it isn't anything funny this time."
Wary and with brow raised, you step to the counter. You're unsure if you can really trust what the potion maker is saying, but the warm smell of honey is enough to soothe your cold body and so carefully you take the cup in hand and gratefully sip from it.
<<linkappend "Surprise!" t8n>> It actually isn't poison or some sort of strange poison. Instead, you are filled with a warmth from the tea that sets you at ease and stops the shivering. Before you can ask the feline what's going on, she speaks, "Figured you might be cold after being in there. Gotta say, didn't expect you to lash out like that, then again, I kinda did use you for my own experiments without your permission, sooo, I guess I can forgive you for that."
"Well uh, thank you?" You say, not really expecting the potion maker to be so, forgiving of the situation.
Layne shrugs in response and reaches beneath her counter for one moment to set down a flask of that inky liquid that had transformed you in the first place, but before you voice your concerns again she speaks, "Relax. On the house, just in case you ever want to use it for any reason."
<<linkappend "Weird." t8n>> You're unsure if you really want the potion, but you have to admit it was kind of cool being a crazy hulking creature, even if all you did with it was spank a cute cat's buns.
After finishing your tea, you decide to take the potion and walk out with it, Layne waving you off quietly from the counter, one of her paws rubbing at her sore rump, to which you can't help but chuckle.
Stepping out into the evening air, you can see that the sun is fully down and the moon is coming up. You had spent far more time here than you thought you would, but then again, it hadn't been so bad even if a little weird. Perhaps you would come back sometime, maybe someday soon to use this potion with your actual consent, and something a bit more fun in mind.
[[For now, you'll go home and sleep |End]]
<</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>>
The potion maker squirms in your grasp, but the tentacles formed of your body are tight around her ankles and wrists, keeping her spread wide and unable to break free of your powerful grasp. The tendril at her barbed cock opens and closes over it, suckling and tugging at her barbed shaft, the feline shuddering in your grasp and groaning out as her cock slowly grows erect, her words coming out nervous and with a shiver, "O-oh! Well, t-this isn't so bad."
<<linkappend "Of course you are just starting." t8n>>
The tendril at the potion maker's rear expands, her tail coiling around it, her eyes widening as she sees it grow further and further with the tip poised to press inside of her, "Whoa now! No need to make it that big! I can only handle so much."
Tired of her words, you plant a tendril in her mouth, the potion maker huffing as you push it against her tongue, the tendril at her rear poking and prodding until you press it fully inside of her. Layne winces and lets out a yelp as she feels the overly thick thing push inside of her rear, the entrance made easy thanks to the slick nature of your new body, the potion maker's insides tight on your tentacle. Even if it is just a part of your body, every single tendril that touches that potion maker is given a shock of sensation and pleasure that feels too good to ever stop and so you press your tentacles deeper into the potion maker, both inside of her mouth and inside of her rear.
Layne's moans are muffled by the tendril in her mouth, but her toes curl and her eyes shut as pain and pleasure both mix and register on her face. The slime covering her cock from your body works to suck and tug at her twitching member and you can already feel the warmth building, the pre dripping from her cock as you continue to pleasure her and bring her closer to an orgasm, at the same time, your own tendril inside of her rear digs deep inside, pulsing and expanding just a bit as it feels as if the tendril inside of the potion maker is full of sensitive nerves; in fact, every single part of yourself that you touch the potion maker with feels some sort of pleasure, your urges only fueling that pleasure as you satisfy the carnal hunger that has taken your mind.
What struggling Layne had done before, now simply turned to pleasured writhing as the feline seemed to accept her fate, her muffled moans growing louder with every push inside of her rear. You fit more and more of your tendril inside of her, her insides tightening as you continue on and on before you begin to twist it inside of her, pulling back, the substance of your tendril sticking to her insides as you pull. As you do this, the potion maker's back arches, her eyes opening wide as you begin to pound inside of her, pushing and pulling your tendril in and out of her rear again and again.
Every single thrust of your tendril inside of the potion maker's tight rear jolts her forward in your grip and for a moment you pull your tentacle from her mouth just so you can hear her moan and yell aloud her mix of pleasure and pain. Strangely enough, you can feel a pressure building as you continue to push inside of her, your entire form shaking and trembling, vibrating as you feel warmth build in your slimy core.
It is at this point that you feel Layne bucking her hips occasionally against the tendril that is holding her cock in place, her barbed member throbbing within you. One last time you press into the potion maker's rear, one of your thick tentacles pushing back inside of her mouth to satisfy yourself, the tendril inside of her rear pushing up inside of her roughly as you let out a gush of warm liquid inside of both Layne's maw and her rear, the stuff overflowing from both her mouth and her rear. She squirms and groans aloud as her own cock twitches and lets loose thick cum inside of the tendril holding onto her cock. Her cum travels through your body, resting inside of your slimy form and stopping at your core, slowly being absorbed as you rest there and bring Layne to your body, cuddling her against your gooey self. Layne herself is too weak to struggle, instead, panting as her mouth is freed of your tendril, her body shivering and nestling against you.
[[Darkness comes again, this time sleep instead of a loss of control, you're tired and you should rest, you've done a good job. |TentacleRapeEnd]]
You wake up after some time with your cheek on hardwood and your head blazing and sore. With a groan, you slowly stumble onto your feet. When your eyes crack open you can barely see a thing, your vision blurry, but after a few times of blinking you can at the very least make out the fact that you're still in the potion store.
<<linkappend "But where is the potion maker?" t8n>>
Looking to where the counter is, you can see that she isn't behind there, and she isn't where you had held her as a giant beast creature made of slime. Right, you had lost control of yourself while under the effects of the potion after turning into some sort of inky slime. Your cheeks fluster as you recall the fact that you had taken the potion maker and toyed with her out of some sort of strange potion born instinct, but still, that didn't explain where she was. You did go to sleep with her against your body, perhaps you...perhaps you ate her...Perhaps you truly lost your mind entirely and became some sort of demon!
<<linkappend "Fearing for the worst, you suddenly hear the soft padding of steps from the far back of the store behind the counter." t8n>>
"Well! You certainly gave me a rough time for my hospitality, but I should have told you what was going to happen." Came the potion maker's voice as she came out of the back of the store. In her paws, she held a small tray with a cup of something producing a sweet steam that you can smell from where you stand.
"Here, on the house and an apology for what I did...Even if it was kind of fun."
A little bit wary of the potion maker's offer, you take the cup in hand and bring it up to take a closer sniff and goodness does it smell even better up close. Some scent like sweet honey touches your nostrils and fills you with warmth before you decide to take a sip and all of that warmth is transferred to your throat.
When finished with your tea, you set the cup down and sigh, "I guess, no hard feelings for the potion. Even if it did turn me into a sex hungry slime monster."
Layne giggles as she takes a flask of that very same potion she tricked you into drinking before, "Here, on the house." After you give her a cross look she shrugs, "You have to admit, it was kind of fun."
Rolling your eyes you turn your back on the potion making feline that dared to transform you into such a thing, such an abhorrent form, a form that felt far too good to be in, your tendrils penetrating her every...Well, pushing those thoughts out of your head you reach behind yourself to grab the potion and begin heading out, the potion maker giggling in response as she waves you off, "Come back anytime!"
Well, even if the potion was dangerous and the feline herself was just as dangerous as anything she made, perhaps you'd actually come back.
[[For now, you needed something cool to drink and maybe a lot of sleep. |End]]
<</linkappend>> <</linkappend>>Your eyes grow hazy and your mind grows foggier by the second as the potion maker strokes at your cheek idly, your own hand coming up to touch at her paw as she giggles and speaks ever so softly, "Does it feel that good for me to touch you dear?"
You're unable to answer, you can only nod as you lean to the potion maker's touch, your eyes shutting as she strokes at your cheek. Hearing her voice brings you a certain peace that you cannot explain, being touched by her is absolute bliss and you aren't sure if you should be feeling this way, but you do and you desire more.
Layne purrs as she watches you react to her touch and voice, her thumb idly stroking at your cheek as she begins, "I'm glad that you're at least enjoying yourself right now. We'll be having so much fun soon enough, I promise. All you need to do, is obey every single little thing I ask of you, and everything will be all right, okay?"
Again you nod, her words sending a little shiver through your body as she leans into very lightly peck your lips before pulling away and whispering, "Good. You're doing so well. Right now you're mine. Is that okay?"
Those words, that utterance of, you're mine,' it brings a warmth inside of your body that practically boils, your breath coming out as you answer without thought, "Yes, master."
Layne purrs, both of her paws cupping your cheeks as she leans in to plant a soft kiss on your lips. Your body shivers as you lean down into the kiss, your being practically desperate for the potion maker's touch as you feel such bliss from being treated kindly by the feline. You want to please her, you want her praise, and you aren't really sure why, but what does it matter?
[[All that matters is, it feels so damn good to obey. |ControlledOral]]You stay still as the potion maker's lips grace yours, her mouth opening to slip her tongue against your lips, and obediently you open to allow her tongue to slide against yours. As she pulls away slowly, you let out a warm breath, your body leaning to her touch, not wanting her to leave so soon. You pause, though, as her words come out so lovingly, "Get on your knees."
Though you desire more of her touch and your lips on hers, you obey without question, getting down on your knees before your master, your eyes looking up at her with such love and admiration, your obedience rewarded with a spread of warmth that has you flustered and growing somewhat aroused.
"Good pet, that's it...Obey every little command and it'll feel oh so wonderful." Layne purrs.
<<linkappend "You lean to her touch as her paw strokes through your hair.">>
At the same time, her other paw moves beneath her dress to push down her underwear, your eyes focused on what she is doing. Layne brings her underwear fully down and around her ankles, stepping out of them to then bring her dress up to reveal her limp barbed cock. Layne issues a command then by simply urging your head closer with a touch of her paw and without even needing to hear the words your lips gravitate to the tip of her member, your tongue coming out to very gently drag against her cock again and again.
Layne purrs as you work at her cock, her voice coming out softly to encourage you, "That's it, keep going, I'm so happy you know exactly what to do."
Her happiness only brings you more pleasure, urges you to continue serving her as your tongue dips beneath her cock and against her balls, your lips planting soft kisses against them as her cock begins to grow against your nose, your tongue trailing back up from the base of her balls all the way to the tip of her cock where you begin to suckle lightly.
At the same time, Layne's paw grips at the back of your head, pushing you down closer as soon as your lips are around the tip of her cock. You only let out a muffled groan as she pushes your head towards her cock, your lips taking in more and more of her member without pause, your tongue dipping underneath and against her shaft to do your best to service her while she thrusts idly against your mouth, her moans fueling the pleasure that travels through you without your consent.
Soon enough, the potion maker begins making better use of your mouth, her idle thrusts turning a bit rough as she brings more of her cock inside of your warm maw. You can't seem to mind, though, instead you feel practically honored that she is using your mouth in such a way, your tongue curling as best as it can around her member to massage and serve her as best as you can while she continues to thrust to your mouth.
As she pushes into your mouth, you hear her words come out in a moan, "You're doing so well, just keep this up sweet thing."
Her words bring your head to begin bobbing back and forth with her thrusting. You work hard to bring your lips all the way around her cock, gagging just a bit as your hand comes up to grip at her balls ever so gently. You're rewarded by a moan coming straight from the feline's lips, her pleasured noises like a siren's song to you as you work to bring her as much pleasure as possible, even if you gag just a bit from her cock touching your throat.
<<linkappend "It isn't long before you feel the throbbing and twitching of the potion maker's cock in your mouth.">>
You shudder as you think of making Layne reach her climax, as you think of giving the ultimate pleasure to your master, and yet she pulls away from your mouth. You whimper just a bit as her cock slips free of your lips, tongue flicking out to catch her tip as she takes her cock in paw and places it lightly against your cheek while she soothes you with her words, "Shhh, you'll get what you desire soon enough, I just need you to do something else for me."
[[The potion maker takes a step back and turns around. |ControlledRimming]]
<</linkappend>> <</linkappend>>Layne barely has to say a word for you to begin working. Her tail lifts and her head turns just barely to give you a dreamy look, her paws gripping at her rear to spread. Lovingly, you lean into plant your lips against her puckered hole without question or hesitation. Your tongue comes out almost immediately to drag and slicken her hole with your warm spittle, your hands replacing her paws on her rear as you grip tight onto her plump rump. With your eyes shut you service the potion maker's rear, your tongue dipping in, her moans urging you to continue as arousal unending practically rocks your form. You want to pleasure her and so you continue on, loving every single time she utters a bit of encouragement or praise while you lick her puckered hole.
Layne moans aloud, her tail coiling around your head to pull you closer as you simply revel in your service to her, the potion keeping you meek, the potion keeping you nice and happy about every single thing that she does to you no matter what. You cannot question anything that she does to you, anything that she pulls you into, in fact, every single thing that she asks of you only brings you more and more pleasure and even with your tongue buried in her rear you want to do more for her, need to do more for her and your desperation to do so only grows more in nature as if you are becoming addicted to the sensation of her praise being showered upon you.
Her purring, her moaning, all of it brings you such a shivering pleasure that your tongue dips into her rear faster, twisting and doing your best to pleasure her while one of your hands moves underneath her to grip and stroke at her cock. Layne in response bucks back towards you and then thrusts lightly to your hand, her eyes closed as she pants, her cock twitching, and throbbing in your touch, hot pre dripping onto your hand.
The feeling of the sticky pre-cum in your hand is enough to make you moan into her rear, the knowledge that you have gotten her this close to her climax bringing you nothing but blissful pleasure and happiness, your tongue dipping in deeper as you work harder to please her rear.
It isn't long before the potion maker's voice comes out in a breathy tone, "Pull back and close your eyes."
You obey without question, kissing her rear once more before you pull your tongue away and close your eyes just as she asked. Layne then turns quickly, her cock in paw as she strokes herself right before your face, her other paw gripping at your chin, your body shaking and your mouth opening to moan as you feel the feline's thick seed splash across your cheeks and face, her moans bringing you a shuddering pleasure as you cannot help but pant and express your own pleasure at servicing your master so well.
[[You shiver, as you feel the potion maker's still hard cock against your nose, she isn't done with you yet. |MindControlSex]] <<if $bits is "P">> Your eyes open as your cheek is cupped by the potion maker's gentle paw. You blink as you look up to see the potion maker pulling her dress up fully, her eyes sparkling with desire as she orders, "Clothes, off and sit."
Quickly as you can, you shuffle out of your clothes for the potion maker. When you're fully disrobed, you sit where the potion maker told you to obediently, your cock out in the cool air twitching and fully erect from all of the arousal you had been put through. Already you can feel your throbbing member hungry for release, but you wouldn't want to cum too quickly, after all, you should only allow yourself the truest of pleasures if your master allows you to experience it.
With vigor, the potion maker straddles your lap, her rear kissing the shaft of your cock, her tail curled around your balls as she brings her hips up and reaches behind herself to take your cock in paw and bring the tip against her puckered hole. Slowly, she edges your cock inside of her rear, the tip pressing in bit by bit. You moan out as you feel her hole wrap around your cock, her tail squeezing on your balls just a bit as she lets out a low hiss of breath, her rear lubed up somewhat by the spittle that you had spread inside of her.
Your master shivers on your cock as she presses down, her mouth opening to let out little moans and squeaks as she struggles to press down further and further. You tremble, feeling somewhat concerned as to whether or not your master is enjoying this or not, but her touch and words ease you as she purrs, "You're doing so well. C'mon, help me out here, move your hips a little."
Your eyes grow dreamy and half-lidded as you lean in to press your mouth against your master's, your hands holding onto her hips lovingly as you begin to bring your hips up to hers so you can get more of your cock inside of her tight hole. Her body shivers as more of your member enters her, her paws gripping at your body, scratching wherever they touch, her mouth parting yours so your tongues can meet at the center and slide against one another. There you two hold each other and thrust against one another, your cock digging deep inside of her with nearly every single inch of your member inside of her.
Layne moans aloud with every thrust, her hips working faster now to bring herself down on your lap and bounce, the embrace you share with your master is something loving and entirely beautiful. Your mind is still foggy, but your body and everything about you simply feels far too good to care, the pleasure you give your master doubling your own pleasure as you work your hips faster and faster, but already you feel so close, and so you feel a bit of distress. You don't want it to end so soon.
Again your master soothes your concerns, her lips pulling away and her paws touching your cheeks as she whispers, "Shhh, it's okay. This is all for you, this is your reward, come on, give me everything you want to give me, and never forget how it feels to serve me."
You moan aloud and your hips begin thrusting with desperation now as your master gives you the command to take your reward, your cock throbbing and twitching violently with your hunger and anticipation. It isn't long before Layne is moaning aloud as your cock is thrust once more inside of her, thick and warm cum filling her insides from the tip of your throbbing member.
[[Layne plants a soft peck up on your lips, both her and your eyes shutting as she leans her head against your chest to rest. |MindControlEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "Pb">> You open your eyes to see the potion maker purr and place a claw beneath your chin ever so gently as her orders touch your mind, "Strip and take a seat."
You stand at attention to strip for the potion maker, your already erect cock let out into the cool store air, your body practically begging for release at this point even though you haven't even been touched a single time.
Layne takes her seat in your lap, her paw feeling over your cock gently to edge it against her puckered hole as she leans in to plant a soft kiss upon your chest, her tongue dragging out against your breast to slip down against one of your nipples where she gently bites and suckles causing you to shiver and moan out, your cock twitching in response in her grasp. Layne simply closes her eyes and continues to very lightly and lovingly pleasure your nipple, your body shuddering in response as you wonder how you can best serve her still.
With a gentle wet smack of her lips, she pulls her mouth away from your chest and purrs as she strokes your member idly against her rear, "I want you to enjoy. This is for you, after all, this is your reward for doing so well, and for helping me test this potion."
A reward? For you? The thought of being rewarded by your master is enough to bring a desperate heat to your body, your mouth opening to moan as her mouth returns to your nipple, and as her paw leads your cock into her rear. Very gently, Layne lowers herself, the tip of your cock pushing inside of her rear that is slick with the warm spittle that you had provided from your tongue lashing to her rear. Since this is your reward, you take full advantage and already buck your hips in response to her lowering herself on your cock. The potion maker moans against your breast in response as your cock is brought up deep inside of her, her paw slipping and moving to clutch onto your body while her tail coils around your leg.
There the potion maker begins to ride you, her hips working quickly to drive your cock inside of her to match the speed of your own desperate thrusts. Again she pulls her mouth from your chest simply to breath out, "Don't hold back. Let go if you need it, anything you want, this is your reward for obedience, remember that."
Obedience, your reward. Those words ring out in your head and bring you such pleasure that you cannot help but simply buck your hips wildly to the feline, your cock throbbing and twitching violently as you feel yourself edging closer and closer to orgasm. Again you let your pleasure known as you groan out and shiver, your cock twitching violently as thick cum begins to spurt out into the potion maker's rear, coating her insides with warm seed as she purrs and mewls, rocking her hips again and again until you finish with your orgasm.
"Such a good pet...Rest now with me." She says.
[[In response, your eyes begin to close, your mind already fading, you must obey and it feels so good. |MindControlEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "V">>
The potion maker's voice comes so sweetly to your ears as she reaches to touch your cheeks gently and command you, "Stand and strip for me dear and get on my lap."
Layne then pulls away to sit with her cock hard and twitching, waiting for you to obey. You stand and strip before the potion maker, your hands working quickly to get your clothes off before you straddle the feline's lap, your hand slipping the potion maker's cock against your pussy. Already you can feel yourself so wet, so hungry for the potion maker inside of you, so hungry for your master to be inside of you. You can barely believe that simply servicing Layne has caused you so much pleasure, so much arousal that your body is quivering and trembling for her touch and for her more of her praise.
Again her words come out ever so sweetly, "Lower yourself and enjoy, don't even worry about me for just a moment. Just accept your reward and remember the joy that I bring you."
Very slowly you lower yourself to the potion maker, your hand gratefully accepting your reward as you press the feline's barbed member into your pussy, the potion maker herself purring as you do so, allowing you to go at your own pace. Inch by inch you bring more of Layne's cock inside of you, your insides already tight on her barbed member as you slowly ease yourself down until every single bit of her cock is inside of you. Shivering, you begin to bounce gently on the potion maker's lap. Back and forth you move your hips, pumping the feline's barbed cock inside of you, her barbs dragging against your inner walls causing you to moan.
The heat and pressure that had been building inside of you from satisfying your master began to reach a boiling point as you continue to use her cock to please your own desires. You can feel Layne's hips working now to pump herself into your pussy, both your hips and her own working to push the potion maker's cock deep inside of yourself with every push and thrust. The potion that had kept you meek and obedient now giving you a deep sensation of satisfaction at having been told you were being rewarded and you weren't even sure at the moment that you needed the potion maker's cock to feel so good.
At the same time, the pleasure that brings the feline's mouth open and causes her to moan and mewl so pleasantly brings you more shivers of satisfaction as well that travel up your spine and let you know that you are doing well, that you are doing so well for your master. Layne's cock is twitching and throbbing inside of you, thick pre dripping against your insides letting you know she is close, and without warning the potion maker thrusts in firmly to you, her cock's twitches turning violent as she lets out a spray of cum that is sure to make things dangerous as you moan aloud, your own climax shaking your form as the potion maker clings to your body and purrs, "Rest now with me pet."
[[You close your eyes to obey, your mind already fading into a blissful sleep |MindControlEnd]]
<<elseif $bits is "Vb">> The warmth of the potion maker's cum is nothing compared to the warmth you feel as she suddenly whispers in such a sweet tone while leaning to you, "Take off your clothes and lie back for me, relax. Now it is your turn to feel good, you're doing great."
Her words bring a pleasure that you cannot describe to your body a shuddering sensation that travels up and down your spine. You obey without question and without hesitation, your hands stripping you of your clothing as you lie back and spread your legs without even needing to be told to do so, you know exactly what she wants from you, what she needs, and of course she can take it if she desires. Layne moves between your legs, a paw on your thigh keeping your legs spread apart and her other paw gripping at her own cock as she edges it against your pussy, dipping the tip in gently as she leans to plant soft kisses on your breasts before speaking, "Enjoy this. This is for you, after all, your reward, so remember how sweet this feeling is."
Obedience is rewarded, that you understand, that you will surely remember. Even if it is all caused by a potion, your body swells with heat and desire and a pleasure without stop because you did a good job. The praise of your master brings your back up in an arch, a gasp sounding off from your mouth as her lips touch your chest and her cock presses into your pussy. You moan as you feel the potion maker thrust inside of you, both of her paws moving up your body to grip at your breasts and squeeze gently, her mouth moving to suckle gently at your nipples. The feline's barbed cock pushes deep inside of you, her barbs grinding against your inner walls, your own legs coiling around the potion maker as she thrusts to you.
You feel so close already, but not from the thrusting, not from the pounding that the potion maker is giving you, but rather from the fact that you know that this is your reward that this is something that you are being given by your master. You love every little second that your master gives, that your master puts into letting you know that you've done well, and you moan aloud as your pussy is pounded and thrust to with reckless abandon. You can feel your master's cock twitching violently inside of you, throbbing and dripping hot pre inside of you which lets you know that you are still doing your best to pleasure your master and it gives you life at that very moment.
Shutting your eyes tight you feel a sudden rush and gush of pleasure at your pussy as your insides tighten and your climax hits, your mouth opening to let out a shaky squeal as the potion maker buries her cock deep inside of you to let out a thick load of cum that coats your insides in the warm sticky substance, your own body reacting with a shudder.
Layne then takes her mouth from your chest to purr, "Rest now...Shut your eyes and everything will be just fine."
[[Obediantely, you do just that, hoping that when you awaken you'll be able to further serve your master. |MindControlEnd]]
<</if>>Slowly, you sit up, your head feeling rather heavy as you rub at your temples and open your eyes. You notice, first off, that you're fully clothed, and second off, that the potion maker is nowhere to be seen. Your cheeks are flustered as you remember the fact that you had been putty in the potion maker's paws.
<<linkappend "Getting up you turn to the counter where you see the potion maker standing there with a smug grin. You should give her a piece of your mind but...">>
What happened before had felt far too good, the potion had given you a certain bliss that you couldn't describe, and perhaps you would go home and regret it later, but you had nothing negative to say to the potion maker.
While you just stand there with narrowed eyes gawking at the potion maker, her mouth opens to speak as she places a paw over the potion, "You know, you're welcome to take this, it is the perfect thing to use if you're into a bit of master pet play, and you're so good at playing the pet."
You can feel a nasty retort on the tip of your tongue, but instead, your cheeks fluster further and you turn away to begin walking.
"Oh? Not going to take the potion...As a sign of good faith, it'll even be on the house."
Shivering, you turn around and quickly stalk up to the front counter to take the potion and just as quickly you turn around to head out the shop, the potion maker simply standing there with a chesire grin as she waves you off.
Out in the cool evening air, you can actually think about what happened without the stare of the potion maker on you. With a sigh, you fan at yourself with your free hand as you walk down the hill. You certainly wouldn't be letting her trick you like that again, but as you look down to the potion in your hand, you wonder if maybe it would be fun to come back and allow her to trick you into something...or even go back to calling her master.
[[Either way, you'll need to head home to sleep. What a strange day. |End]]
<</linkappend>>Down and through the forest you go, following the small path from the hill. The forest itself isn't too strange a thing, after all, you're surrounded by it, but you've never been this far out, and certainly not past the potion maker's shop. The potion maker was said to rarely shop at the gardens in the village, so where did she get all of her rare herbs? Where did she get most of her material? Why, most said the forest just outside her shop was where she found her stock, that the forest itself was full of powerful plants and unique things, but so far you could only see a normal forest with normal trees and a few wisp plants creating pretty lights here and there, nothing too special.
On your little path, you suddenly pause as the path grows wide and you hit a crossing with several branches and a gnarled tree at the center, so well, you had choices, but as to where you wanted to go? You couldn't really be sure. On closer inspection, you noticed that each path had old rotted wooden signs pointing in their directions, various objects hanging off of each sign strangely enough.
[[A pack hangs off a sign with a pink bow placed on the strap, a red and white ball patch marking the pack. Perhaps this way would be interesting. |Tentacles]]
[[Another sign holds a strange lense attatched to a box, a strap holding it up covered in strange runes. You wonder where this will lead you? |Sitri]]
[[Strangely, there is a sign wrapped with maple colored vines with purple petals sprouting all over, a bottle hanging off of one of the vines. Perhaps this way there will be something interesting. |Nymlus]]Down the path you walk and the further along you travel, the darker the forest seems to grow until the wisp plants all seem to fade away, their light replaced by strange runes etched into the bark of the trees on either side of the path. Soon enough, everything is so eerily quiet you're unsure if you should really be here, but as you think of heading back, you hear a moan coming from off the path. With flustered cheeks you allow your curiosity to get the best of you and step off of the path and around the trees to inspect the source of the noise.
From behind one of the many trees, you poke your head around and spot a small clearing where on the ground before you, are two vulpine men locked in an embrace, one fox sporting red fur and brown eyes, the other a shade of cool light minty blue with pink eyes. There on the ground, the two kissed, their arms intertwined around each other in the most loving fashion. Your cheeks fluster further, your body turning hot as you think of leaving, but the sight is just a bit too good to pass up, besides, what else are you going to do?
The red fox atop of the other takes his sweet time kissing and biting at the other's neck, his paws slipping low to grip at the other's thighs to spread him slowly. Underneath the red fox, the minty furred one shivers and moans as his neck is bitten and his body is pinned down by the weight of the other. Both of them share a lover's embrace as if no one could see them as if they were perfectly safe in a room rather than out in the middle of the forest.
It isn't long before the red fox moves a paw to grip at his canine shaft, squeezing as he presses the tip to the minty-blue furred fox's puckered hole. There they both breath out and moan to one another as one enters the other. There they press close to one another, their mouths locking in a loving kiss, their arms wrapping around each other to keep one another as close as possible before the fox on top brings his cock deep inside of the other. The blue furred fox arches his back, his eyes shutting as he clings for dear life to the other's body, claws scratching at the red fox's back, leaving marks beneath the fur.
Soon their rutting takes a desperate tone as the red fox pushes and shoves inside of the other without pause, each thrust bringing a bit more speed, wet slaps sounding off with every push he gives inside of the other's rear. Already his knot is pressing against the blue fox's rear, the red fox growling as he tries his hardest to shove that thick thing inside. In response, the blue fox whines aloud, his body shaking, his eyes shut tight as he bears with the pain and pleasure of being filled to the brim by the other's knot, his eyes opening wide as his rear is stretched wide and the knot enters fully.
Again their mouths meet for a passionate and loving kiss, both grinding against one another until the red fox pauses, body shuddering, the fox beneath him trembling and arching his back, their moans muffled between a kiss as the fox underneath is bred.
Your eyes are wide and your cheeks are flustered as you watch their lips part, a string of spittle marking their previous connection. You're about to turn away and leave when you hear the voice of the red fox come out, "Thanks for watching! Really helped the mood."
[[Your cheeks fluster further and you nearly fall over as you turn to leave and head home, that's enough fun for now. |SitriEnd]] What a strange day. When you arrive home it is late in the evening and all you can think to do is sleep, at the same time, your heart is still thumping so quickly from your little peep show in the forest. Well, whatever the case, the day is over and it is time to sleep. At least, in the end, you found something entertaining, even if it was a little deviant of you to just watch like that, perhaps tomorrow something interesting will happen, or maybe you'll give the potion maker's store another visit; either way, you at least found something to do.
[[Now to sleep. |End]]Trotting down the path you catch the scent of something sweet in the air that smells like...like, alcohol? Strange enough, but you continue on down the path curious as to the source of the smell. At a certain point, the path takes a dip and you find you need to take care with your footing as the terrain turns rough. Down through some more dips and a few bends around the path, you find yourself in an open glade, but the sound of snarling keeps you planted behind a tree, your head poking out to see something unusual. Four hounds with leaf-like manes circling what seemed to be a short dragon-like creature with soft purple hide with a mane of lavender colored petals, her eyes bright and amber and full of no fear whatsoever, instead, she looked excited for some reason! A quick glance lets you see the source of the smell as well, a satchel with its contents tipped out, a bottle of something sweet and alcoholic spilled out onto the grassy ground.
You wonder then, if you should jump in to help the small dragon, or if maybe you should sit this one out, you're no fighter, but you can't just watch an innocent creature get mauled, she looks so...cute. In the middle of your thoughts of whether or not you should jump in to help, the small petaled dragon does something rather curious. Instead of trying to get out of the circle of hounds, she gets on all fours and moves beneath the closest hound. Curious, the snarling hound pauses and looks beneath itself just as the small petaled dragon places her mouth on the hound's sheath, suckling and kissing at it, long tongue flicking on and around it. At this sight, each of the leafy-maned hounds pause, their tails beginning to wag back and forth as they realize this strange intruder is actually a treat for them.
Your cheeks fluster as you stand there behind the tree gawking at the small petaled dragon simply going at it with feral creatures. Now the hounds began circling for another reason entirely, each awaiting their turn patiently as the petaled dragon pulls back just a bit to suckle on a growing canine shaft. Soon enough her tail is sticking up and her rear is on display the hounds that aren't getting attention bounding back and forth until one pounces, paws on the other hound to create a pile, its cock pressing into the petaled dragon's pussy as the other shoves into her mouth. From where you stand, you can hear the muffled moans of the small dragon, a chill going up your spine as you hear the practical glee in the muffled voice of the small petal dragon.
Flustered, you move just a bit to try and get a better view of the petaled dragon getting spit roasted, your curiosity and arousal getting the best of you as you manage to get a better vantage point to view the show.
There underneath the hounds, you see the small petaled dragon pounded into both sides by canine cocks, her moans coming out loud, though, muffled. Her eyes were shut and her body trembled with every thrust of the canine cock inside of her pussy, the knot already pressing so roughly against her cunt. It wasn't long before the hound at her mouth bottomed out, his cock twitching wildly before popping out of her mouth to spray thick seed all over her face. A fat grin was set on the small petaled dragon's mouth after swallowing what she could, her body jolting forward as her lips then parted to let out a squeak as she was suddenly knotted by the creature behind her. Your own eyes grow wide as you see the hound inside of her turn around to begin tugging at his knot inside of her pussy before the petaled dragon gasps out and collapses, the hound shaking as he stuffs her pussy fully of enough seed to engorge her just a bit.
With fluttering eyes the petaled dragon tries to pull herself back up onto all fours before suddenly falling again as the canine behind her yanks his cock fully free of her pussy with a loud pop, cum gushing out of her pussy for a moment before she lets out a shaky moan and brings herself back up with a happy sigh, the other two canines closing in.
As you try to get just a little bit closer, your foot snaps a branch and your eyes grow wide as the group turns to you, the hounds growling, the petaled dragon sitting up to stare at you with tilted head. Shivering, embarrassed and frightened, you turn tail to turn away.
"H-hey wait! Don't you wanna join? I could use some help here." The petaled dragon calls, but you're already gone. With a sigh, she shrugs and turns to the hounds, "Well, more for me I guess."
[[Heart racing, you make your way home. |NymlusEnding]]Back at home and covered in leaves and twigs you can still feel your heart racing from both the hot scene that you saw and the terror from being snarled at by large hounds. You're grateful to be back in your own home and getting ready for bed, the evening had arrived and you figure you've had enough excitement for one day. Perhaps tomorrow you'll do something a bit safer, or maybe you'll head out to that forest to see if anything else interesting happens, either way, it is time to sleep and time to end the day.
Head on back to the start for another round?
"No thank you, I'm done."
[["No. Shut up and leave me alone I'm done." |Tears]]Wow. Achievement: You're mean, but I respect your wishes.
Have a good day~As it turns out, your neighbors are closer to the potion maker's shop than you once thought. At the edge of the village where their home is located, you can spot the hill the potion maker's shop is placed atop of. Around the front of your neighbor's home, you can see they have an outdoor forge clad in mossy stone with tools scattered about with a separate path heading towards the front door. Stopping just before the door you bring your knuckles up to knock.
Now, you don't want to make too much noise. Technically, it is still the morning and they could be sleeping, so you decide to move on after only a few knocks, feeling a bit disappointed, but not too unhappy, after all, there were plenty of chances to greet the new folk in the village. When you're on your way, you notice a window just high enough for you to peek your head and look through; but that would be more than a little weird.
[[Let curiosity get the best of you. |SiameseVoyeur]]
[[You decide looking through might seem a bit rude and may anger someone if you get caught, better to just head on out to the potion maker's store. |EnterTheStore]]So, maybe you're just a little curious. That is fine, you're just trying to see if you can catch a view of the two new cats in your village. Nothing wrong with that, or so you tell yourself.
Stepping up to the window on your tip toes you lean up and look inside to see if maybe you can spot one of them passing, only to blush as you realize you're looking directly into a bedroom, and in fact, the bed is shared by both brothers. You can see that both of them were indeed asleep at one point, but now the shorter cream furred feline is stretching, black frosted paws up to his arms pushed up into the air as he brings himself up to sit, the taller one shifting in bed. As the shorter twin sits up, the covers drop off to show that he was fully nude beneath the covers before he turns and leans over to do something that has your cheeks burning.
Very lovingly, the shorter feline takes his brother's cheeks and turns his head gingerly to then plant a soft kiss, a kiss that no sibling should share. Rather than a short peck, the kiss keeps going until the taller brother's eyes open partway and the mix of dark and cream fur on his cheeks bristling from the contact. You expect this kiss to end there, but instead, you see their mouth's part, their tongues dipping in lovingly before the short one pulls back with a chuckle.
The covers are pulled off fully, the taller one's ears folded back and a nervous smile on his face, barbed cock revealed and fully erect.
[[Perhaps you should leave and just go to the potion maker's store.|EnterTheStore][$neighbor = "good"]]
[[But this show is too damn good to pass up!|SiameseFootjob]]The shorter of the two grabs onto his brother's cock, a fang filled grin on his face as he passes his paw up and down his sibling's shaft, squeezing gently, thumb pressed to tip. The taller twin breathes out and shivers, tail flicking from side to side as his cock is so gingerly stroked by his sibling's digits. Again they lean to one another to share a kiss while the taller twin's cock is caressed, their tongues meeting once more before they pull away. The shorter feline then hops off of the bed to reach underneath and begin fishing for something with a determine gleam in his emerald eyes while the taller twin is allowed to breathe and rest for just a moment.
The taller twin sighs then and moves to spread his legs, a small smile ever present as he watches his brother's rump move from side to side. You're still not really sure if you should be seeing this, but hell, you can't help but be interested in the morning ritual of these twins sharing such a forbidden kiss.
With a triumphant leap of the tail, the shorter twin hops back onto the bed and between his brother's legs with a silly grin, his paw holding a bottle retrieved from beneath the bed containing some sort of oil, an oil which he is soon spreading on his brother's cock, but rather than grab hold of it with his paws, he places both feet on either side of his brother's shaft, paw pads gently squeezing against the taller twin's pink barbed member, black fur on pink paw pad glistening with the oil as the shorter twin begins to pass his feet up and down the taller twin's cock, very gently and lovingly stroking his sibling's member. You watch with warm cheeks and body as you watch the shorter twin work his brother's cock delicately, gently passing his feet up and down, toes spreading before clenching onto the shaft so lightly, occasionally one foot passing over the tip to squeeze on it before returning to working the shaft.
The taller twin in question seems to be enjoying this, his eyes shut, his ears twitching and folded back, his claws digging through the material of the bed as his hips shake and push to his brother's feet. You can't hear it, but you see the taller twin's mouth open to moan, your body shaking as you watch the event unfold. It isn't long before those small hip thrusts suddenly turn quick and desperate, the shorter of the two shutting his eyes as he bends down all the way to place his lips over his brother's cock in a display of feline flexibility. With that done, the taller brother pushes up and inside of his brother's mouth, barbed shaft twitching as he orgasms from the combined sensations of his brother's soft paw pads and those loving lips sucking down every little drop.
After all is done, the shorter brother pulls his lips away and licks at them greedily, catching any drop that might have fallen astray, the taller one simply sitting there, basking in the afterglow. Now you really should be going, but as you move to get back down from your tip toes, you stumble just a bit and your nose bumps the glass of the window causing you to let out a little noise of surprise as you duck down.
<<linkappend "Rubbing your nose, your eyes grow wide as a spike of earth sprouts from the home, stopping just before your chin.">>Freezing in place you stare at the spike contemplating fleeing before you hear the window open, your head turning to see the shorter brother with his one cream furred ear purring words as he lets an arm dangle just outside of the window, "Oh, just a perv...Hm, well, y'know you could visit during business hours and ask to watch, or if you want I can pull you in." Not thinking you could be more embarrassed, he calls out. "Sura! You in the mood to spitroast a stranger?"
You hear the voice of the taller brother still in the room calling, "Maybe another time. Kusa, you should offer our guest a drink."
"They're not in the house Sura, I don't think they get hospitality."
"But they're our neighbor." Came the taller brother's voice as he also poked his head out of the window, "Hello there friend," Sura said with a jolly smile.
You bring your hand up to wave and Sura blinks before turning his head to his sibling, "Kusa, the spike."
Kusa rolls his eyes, but smiles as he flicks his wrist and the earthen spike on the home disappears, "We will be open someday soon, but if you're really eager to talk enchantments or craft, come on by and we can start orders early. I do the enchanting."
And Sura finished, "And I do the crafting, most any kind. I have a love of smithing in particular."
You nod your head again and Kusa chuckles at your nervous display, "Well if you want nothin' then get going. Go on, shoo pervy neighbor."
Again you nod before you wave and leave, flustered, just a little frightened and in need of something to drink. Maybe the potion maker also sold refreshments, either way, it would be nice to buy something to help get rid of the arousal you had leftover from that event.
[[Head on over to the potion maker's shop, after all, the day is still young. |EnterTheStore][$neighbor = "bad"]]