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Turning Faces

Chapter 3: Crossed Wires

It was a long time before the rutting calmed down into a draconic snuggle puddle, emphasis on the puddle. The four of them were sticky and slick with sweat and their own juices, all of them laying atop the drake exhausted and sleeping. It was a wonder how Teryx awoke first, still in the snow leopard body and being held close in a matting embrace. His mind was awash with pleasure, his body a constant buzzing of euphoria that kept everything fuzzy. Every time he tried to move, the drake holding him close and impaled would pull him closer, cum and dragon essence squelching in his worn out pussy. Even Teryx couldn’t resist the call of the dragon’s demands as he fell back under several times while they slumbered. It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Teryx was able to devise a plan that would work.

And like most plans, it involved delegating responsibilities to Fang.

“Fang,” Teryx did a harsh whisper to the black fox. The guy rousing from his slumber, his fur cracking as the dried in jizz flaked from him.

“W-What?” He yawned.

“I need you to find the conduit,” Teryx whispered. “Go find it.”

“Do it yourself,” Fang yawned and rolled over, snuggling up to the big croc.

“God damn it,” Teryx sighed, focusing as the massive dragon holding him close snored. “Whatever, I’m sure I can manipulate the dragon domain influence. Not like Ron had any training in it.”

There wasn’t much magic in Ron’s body, and it flowed in a direction that Teryx wasn’t used to, but he was still familiar enough with draconic magic to manipulate it. So, it was sloppy, but effective.

“Your dragon king demands your service,” Teryx snarled, his eyes glowing gold. “Find the conduit Fang!”

“Of course, My King,” Fang yawned and stood up, his mind fuzzy as he wandered around the rubble before the magic broke and he blinked. “The fuck am I looking for?”

“The spell conduit you twit! Do it before Ron wakes up and we start another romp!” Teryx whisper shouted. Fang got the idea, his eyes going wide before looking about.

Fang was going to grab the petal from the mason jar, but he found that the jar was shattered and the petal was missing. He was going to panic, but then he saw it. The petal was wafting around a pile of broken furniture. He tiptoed his way over and moved some broken glass and splintered wood to find the stem of the rose under an overturned chair.

“Now what?” Fang asked. “Just reattach it?”

“No!” Teryx shouted, but quickly quieted himself. “No, bring it here. If someone is already in contact with another petal, we’ll just shuffle and this’ll all start over again. I need to delay the switch somehow.”

“Jeez, don’t freak out or whatever,” Fang padded his way back, making sure to avoid any broken glass.

“Wha…what’s going on?” Ron rumbled as he roused in his dragon body.

“Sleep,” Teryx slapped his palm on the dragon’s muzzle, his palm glowing bright. The dragon’s eyes went wide, but then drooped back into sleep. “I just bought us a few more minutes, but let’s get this done quick, please. Grab me the green flask from my office. It’s in the cabinet to the left of the entrance.”

“Fucking Christ,” Fang groaned and made his way to the office to retrieve the flask. It was easy to find. It was a little vial and he brought it to the snow leopard encased in the slumbering drake.

“Okay, this will buy us some time, but at least we’ll be able to keep things from getting any worse.” Teryx nodded and uncorked the flask and carefully let a single drop out and onto the stem of the rose, the petal Fang was still holding onto glowed a deep, angry red.

“Okay, let it go.”

***

“So, how much time do we have?” Fang asked as he slouched in a chair of Teryx’s breakfast nook.

“I don’t know,” the drake looked at the rose and it’s two petals, the one from Fang and the other from Ron. “Holy water would only abate the demonic effects of the other petals for so long.”

“Wait,” Fang put his hands up. “Demonic effects? Did you seriously pull demonic magic into the cruse?”

“Well, demons possess people all the time,” Teryx shrugged, his robe hanging loosely from his body. “I just took the possession factor a bit further so two creatures with bodies can possess each other’s vessels.”

“So…you used demon magic?”

“Of course not,” Teryx waived off his friend. “Just demon essence.”

“You used DEMON MAGIC!?”

“Oh quit your screaming,” Teryx pinched the bridge of his muzzle. “We have bigger issues than who used what in what spell. There’s several things in place to keep any demonic forces in check, but we need to find a way to stop this body swapping or who knows what will happen next.”

“Demon magic?!” Fang pressed.

“You’re still on that? Catch up Fang, we got to think of something. You know a thing or two about magic, don’t you?”

“I think I’m going make like Clark and Ron and leave. You’re just lucky they’re happy to raise your bastards. I won’t be roped into more of this bull you’ve tricked me into swallowing.”

“You owe this to me,” Teryx huffed, pouring some coffee for the two of them and sitting down.

“No, I don’t,” Fang’s fur was on end. “I’m not going to get roped into your demonic bullshit.”

“Really? You’re the one who caused all this you know.”

“I’m not the one who used DEMON MAGIC to swap his soul with someone else for a fucking fantasy!”

“Mmm, fuck that was hot, but I mean the initial storm that scattered the flower’s petals to the four corners of the wind. You could have tried to have some sort of restraint, but this mess is just as much your doing as it is mine.”

“I’m not the one who used DEMON MAGIC!!! Are you even registered to use hell mage spells?”

“Let’s not get bogged down on who used what to do what unmentionables—”

“I think it’s really important—”

“Because at the end of the day, our fingerprints are all over those petals. If one of us goes down for this, both of us do.”

“The fuck do you mean?!”

“Well, I needed virgin blood to get the demon magic, and yours was readily available.”

“I’m not a fucking virgin, also, you used my blood for WHAT!”

“‘Virgin Blood’ just means it hasn’t been used in a spell before. Obviously I’ve used my own blood for spells, but I know you’re squeamish about that kind of stuff, so…I assumed correctly you’ve never used your blood in that kind of thing.”

“I can’t FUCKING believe you! I’m done! I’m out!” Fang moved as though making for the door.

“I hope you have a good lawyer to explain to the authorities how your blood was used in this curse.”

Fang stopped dead in his tracks.

“You wouldn’t,” Fang turned to face his titanic friend sipping his coffee like he didn’t just threaten his entire life with the legal implication of communing with demons as an unregistered hell mage.

“I can’t control the conclusion that the prosecution will come to,” he sipped his brew before nudging the other cup of coffee closer to the fox. “So why don’t you come help me think of something that’ll keep this thing from blowing up in our faces.”

“Oh my god I’m ruined,” Fang’s eyes were wide as he shuffled his way back to the table, cupping the mug as he watched the steam roll off it. “I’m dead, my life is over…”

“Not yet it isn’t,” Teryx shrugged, sipping his coffee. “We just need to get the rest of those petals before something happens to them that causes the curse to go haywire.”

“Haywire?” Fang’s ears perked up, his eyes almost devoid of all light.

“I mean, yeah,” Teryx shrugged. “If just a little holy water can delay the body swapping effects, just imagine what other stimuli could do to the spell without us even knowing?”

“I thought you said it was safe?” Fang’s heart started to race.

“Yeah, if I kept it in a controlled environment. I’m not going to name names or place blame, but when someone scattered the petals on the wind it threw them to the elements. Who knows what kind of odd ends or ingredients could be added while out in the wild. We’re lucky that it’s just been my soul swapping bodies so far. Who knows when the spell will start just randomly swapping and shuffling other people’s bodies? So help me think of a way to cut this little social experiment short and get these petals back before anyone else notices.”

Fang looked like his soul had metaphorically left his body, he was holding his head up by threading his fingers in through his hair, his other hand limply holding onto the handle of his coffee mug as he recounted all the mistakes that put him in this situation.

“I think I need to lie down,” Fang muttered.

“Well, you’re already sitting, so you’re half way there,” Teryx shrugged and sipped his coffee.

“How are you not panicking? How are you so calm?”

“What do you mean? I’m an absolute wreck,” Teryx sighed contentedly as he took another sip of his coffee. “But these beans were imported from Bolivia. I’m not going to spoil the flavor by souring my mood.”

Fang looked up with his eyes at the dragon, then slowly slid his mug off the table, the cup shattering on the ground and spilling the hot liquid across the tile.

“Oh, now look what you did,” Teryx rolled his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much work you’ve already made for Esteban with the foyer? Do you have no respect for the help?”

“Your cleaner is named Esteban?” Fang narrowed his eyes.

“It’s something like that,” Teryx shrugged. “I never bothered learning their names. It’s someone else every week. I just decided to call them Esteban for simplicity.”

“You’re a fucking child, you know that?”

“And you’re a living-room destroyer and waster of good coffee,” Teryx huffed. “See, we can both be hurtful. Now stop moping and help.”

“Help with what?”

“Thinking of a way to stop this from getting worse. We wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for your reckless use of my storm abilities.”

“And we wouldn’t be in this mess if you wouldn’t have come up with this stupid curse thing for a cheap lay.”

“Oh Fang, don’t sell yourself short,” Teryx smiled, his toe claws fanning. “You weren’t a cheap lay, and it’s mostly your fault anyway, but let’s not get stuck on who’s fault this is, Fang, because we have a timer.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Fang huffed. “You don’t get to just dismiss me like that.”

“Are you still insisting on who’s to blame? Don’t beat yourself up Fang, we need to move past what’s already been done. Can’t change the past, so don’t dwell on it. We need to figure out what to do now before things get out of hand.”

“Out of hand?”

“Well, more out of hand than what you’ve already done,” Teryx shook his hand as though weighing something.

“Okay, fine then, what were all the ingredients used to make this thing,” Fang knew they were talking in circles and that there was no reasoning with the drake when he was like this. “And I mean ALL of them. Don’t leave a single one out.”

“Well, the conduit of lust, the rose,” Teryx started going down the list. “Spit from a lust demon summoned with virgin blood, venom from a phoneutria spider, the dyeing breath of a life lived in lust—”

“What the hell was that last one?”

“Oh, it was the video will of some porn star or something,” Teryx shrugged. “Honestly, it was the easiest piece to get. I also wove several other curses from an old wedding ring and a ball of red yarn.”

“And what is it that makes the bodies switch? What series of ingredients?”

“Well, curses are made by the power you give them, not the power they have. So, my desire for this fantasy is what fuels it.”

“So your dragon boner is what keeps the spell strong?”

“You felt my lust before. You know how hard it hits. It just made a committed couple cuck themselves. How many forces on this earth do you think can do that?”

“Well, what turns you off?”

“Your attitude,” Teryx jabbed.

“Do you really think this is any time to crack jokes?”

“Who’s joking?” Teryx sipped his coffee.

“Seriously? Are you just going to keep messing with me until you come up with something?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” Teryx shrugged. “But you do your best work when I’m needling you.”

“My God...” Fang gave a sigh before he held back a wave of nausea. Then it hit him. “Oh, I think I have an idea.”

“See, it’s already working,” Teryx smirked.

“Shut up, do you still have that cola I asked you to get me so I didn’t have to drink everything neat.”

“Yeah, somewhere collecting dust in one of these cabinets.”

“Oh, I think I have a turn off for you,” Fag had a wicked grin on his muzzle as he glared at the drake.

“You’re not suggesting I mix my sipping whiskies with your children’s swill.”

“No,” Fang’s grin grew sinister. “Worse.”

“Oh no,” Teryx looked pale.

“Oh yeah,” Fang nodded.

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