Ted stared quizzically at the young witch. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Looking around at Tabitha's meager, untidy apartment, it didn't radiate cackling, magical malevolence, as much as poverty and laziness. It also smelled like cat shit. The lounging witch casually responded, "Stop being such a wimp! I told you, I totes got this spell down pat. I've been turning frogs into dogs like, all week, dude!" Ted sighed into his palm, as he exasperatedly responded, "I don't know much about magic; but I know that totally isn't the same fucking thing. Look, can you turn me into a werewolf, or not? I'm offering you a lot of money here, but you won't get any if you fuck this up!"
Tabitha blinked for a moment, before resuming her conversational, detached assurances, "Don't like, project your old-dude performance anxiety on me, okay, guy? I don't need Viagra to work magic, I'm a fucking natural at like, tapping into the cosmos!" For emphasis, the unkempt enchantress produced a coruscating flourish of enchanting lights from her hand, which alarmed her cat and caused a section of her wallpaper to burn away.
The older athlete was really starting to regret choosing to go down the path of the arcane and mystical to support his failing career. He probably should of just doubled-down on the steroids, Ted thought in retrospect. Was he really about to leave his life and future in the hands of this vapid, 20-something bimbo? Even if the ritual succeeded, what would being a werewolf really entail? Would he have to eat people? Would he get to eat people? The questions gnawed at him endlessly, as he fidgeted at the buttons of his conspicuous, tan trenchcoat.
"Okay, fuck it, let's do this. What do I gotta do?" Ted asked with enthusiasm, pumping himself up. Tabitha just rolled her eyes, replying, "Finally, are you done whining? I've got it all cinched up, just waddle into my cauldron, and I'll say the necessary incantations to turn you into a furry, or whatever." Ted wrung his hands in exasperation, as he yelled back, "Are you even fucking paying attention? I said a werewolf! Every full moon, I wanna turn into a fucking and fighting machine, with super-human strength and reflexes in between!"
Tabitha popped a bubblegum balloon from her mouth, dryly answering "Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time time. Relax, you'll be a totally trad werewolf, like Lon Chaney. Are you getting in the pot, or what? Remember to strip naked, or you might-- never mind, just get in. And don't forget your jewelry!" Ted grunted in dissatisfaction, before undressing his layered wardrobe of disguises. Awkwardly hopping as he kicked away his red speedo, Ted approached the large, black cauldron, noting with alarm that it was basically a Halloween prop, made of molded plastic. The puddle of multi-colored ooze and bobbing animal parts seemed entirely real, however, as the wretched smell wafted up and stung his eyes. "Remind me again, how long have you been doing this witch stuff?"
"Man, I've been in the hexing game my whole life! My mom was a Brujah, and like, she totally taught me Everything!" Tabitha replied, enunciating every part of the final word with emphasis. Ted replied by climbing into the pot, trying to ignore the slimy, congealed mess burbling up his shins. Ted angrily grimaced as his nuts began dangling into the horrid filth, their length extended by his age. "Get on with it already! This stuff stinks worse than your apartment!" Tabitha scowled in response, as she sauntered up to the 'cauldron', and produced a small, gem-encrusted metal wand from her dress sleeve.
"Hocus pocus, sanctify this enchantment locus! Moonlight bright, be infused with lupine might! Howling hunger, be made stronger and younger, by the command of ancient rite!" With each word Tabitha spoke, she swirled her wand above Ted's head, and flicked out a pinch of pungent dust from a bag hanging at her wide hip. To Ted's amazement, a warm, tingling sensation began spreading through his body, as he felt his skin break out into intensifying horripilation. The large man sank into the plastic cauldron, which began swaying around, emitting sparks and bright, multi-hued lights. Tabitha smirked to herself in satisfaction, at another successful enchantment. She'd worried about the quality of her ingredients at first, but this was exactly what her notes said to expect from the spell.
As bestial growling emitted from the plastic cauldron, as a trickle of fear wormed down Tabitha's spine. She worried about whether she was actually safe around a fully transformed werewolf. The cauldron tipped over, and when a furry muzzle exited the rim, Tabitha leveled her wand defensively. The young witch was puzzled by the werewolf's appearance at first, before she realized that there was nothing humanoid about the canine padding out of her witching pot. The lanky, grey-furred wolf looked down at his furry paws, and whined in anxiety. The lupine beast's head stared up at Tabitha from below, his eyes plaintive and head tilted quizzically, before his ears flattened and his lips retracted into a snarl.
"Look, okay, um, this is just part of the first transformation, okay? The first full moon is like, the strongest, so you'll be a full wolf at first! Funny, right?" Tabitha lied desperately, hoping wolves couldn't actually smell fear. The wolf, who was presumably Ted, padded up to Tabitha and barked at her aggressively, clearly displeased with his new, lupine form. The transformed man seemed to be attempting to speak through his uncooperative canine larynx, a series of strained whines, growls, and yips leaving Tabitha clueless as to the wolf's meaning. But, when the wolf looked out of Tabitha's open window, and saw the moon was a measly sickle, he resumed an aggressive stance, his hackles raised in agitation.
Tabitha thought quick as the snarling wolf padded closer to her, realizing her lie had been uncovered. "Umm, so this might of actually been an accident, but I'm sure it'll all just revert to normal soon." The wolf howled in response to that, making Tabitha flinch. She hastily added, "But uh, of course I'll be working tirelessly to reverse the spell! In the meantime, just realize that you're stuck in that form." The snarling wolf padded within lunging range of the short witch girl, as Tabitha realized she was real in a real mess now. "Hey, come on, Ted, if anyone finds a wolf with a mangled young girl, they'll put your ass down! You need me, to reverse the spell, and take care of you until this blows over!"
The wolf raised his ears, and stared at her intently, as if pondering the situation. After his deliberations, Ted whined loudly, and laid down on his four paws in exhausted defeat at the situation. "Right, smart wolf-- I mean man. You're totally still human inside, I get that. But, we've gotta set some ground rules here, it wouldn't be seemly for a woman to be answering to a wolf, so you'll have to play the part--" before Tabitha could complete her explicit instructions, the wolf shot up from his pounce, rounding behind her in an instant, and plowing her over with his paws.
"What the fuck, Ted, stop it! I told you, you need me to reverse the spell! Get off me, you stupid mutt!" The big wolf settled down on Tabitha's back, Ted using his weight to keep the small woman down. The wolf growled into her ear threateningly, as his clawed paws gripped at her back painfully. "Alright, okay. I'm sorry I was acting bossy earlier, but you made your point! Stop getting slobber and wolf hair all over me, this witch get-up dress is dry-clean only!" But the wolf only barked loudly in response, as if demanding her silence. Tabitha didn't understand what was going on, until she felt the shaggy wolf settling his hips against her rump with clear intent. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. Do not-- Nnghhh!" With an animalistic yip, the large wolf began excitedly humping Tabitha's rear end.
The shocked young witch tried to struggle, but couldn't even get enough leverage to turn herself around. As the canine beast thrust repeatedly against her exposed cunt, the witch woman felt his wet, slippery prick inquisitively probing between her legs. "You better not screw me, you stupid wolf! I'll make life hell for you! Just wait until I break this spell!" The wolf gave a little growl of dismissal as he locked his jaws around the back of Tabitha's thin neck, his slobber dripping down onto her exposed collarbone, as his furry, lupine sheath lined itself up with the young witch's slick vagina.
Tabitha gasped and struggled, trying to wrench herself free of the powerful canine, whose fangs were assertively sunk into the skin of her throat. But she found she was no match for the brute strength of her lover, who kept pushing forward, forcing his cock further into her warm, wet depths. Tabitha felt her tits pushed outward by the force of the wolf's penetration, as the blunt tip of his thick member pressed against her cervix. The hot breath of the wolf tickled against her neck, as he grunted and howled in satisfaction. She could feel his canine knot slowly expanding within her pussy, filling it completely, as it rubbed up against her vaginal wall. The transformed Ted seemed to sense that he'd succeeded, as he released his jaws from her neck, and growled softly into her ear.
Tabitha tried to crawl forward, but realized she was firmly trapped underneath the large wolf, whose strong forelegs pinned her body to the floor. His swollen knot throbbed within her vaginal canal, his girth stretching her wide, making the petite girl whimper. The wolf lodged securely into her womanly depths, fully erect. His dick was copiously leaking pre-cum into her womb, the watery wolf semen splashing out in little spurts from around the beast's pulsating knot. "You can't do this to me! Please, I'll call my mom! Just wait, just wait, we can still fix this!" But the wolf just leaned down comfortably over Tabitha, as if they had all day to spend together, nuzzling his chin against the base of her neck. He began to buck his hips, giving short, shallow thrusts into her slick cunt, making the small woman jerk forward and wince each time she was violated. Tabitha felt the wolf's heavy balls slap against her thighs, his knot swelling and flexing inside of her tight channel, his shaft sliding smoothly back and forth as the dog continued fucking her with short, eager strokes.
Eventually, Tabitha resigned herself to this rough, bestial coupling. She tried to ignore the odd sensation of her sensitive nipples being ground against the cold linoleum in rhythm with each thrust. As she lost focus on everything but the coarse rasping of the wolf's shaggy fur and the musky scent of his steamy pre-cum, she began to pant heavily, the moisture building between her legs. "Stupid Mutt, I can't believe you're doing this to me... I'm going to put antifreeze in your kibble..." Tabitha trailed off, biting her lower lip as she gave in to the pleasurable sensations of the beast humping into her.
Ted found it extremely odd being a wolf. He remembered when he'd been human, he always thought he'd be good at having sex as an animal, because he'd spent so much time watching porno vids while masturbating. He never knew what was missing from those videos though. There were no sounds, or smells, or textures. He really wanted to show it to this crazy, incompetent witch, who may of irreparably transformed him for life. It was amazing how his new, lupine anatomy worked so well to fill the gaps in his reluctant partner's quivering sex.