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This was a YCH from my Bread & Potions event on FurAffinity!

It was written for Toaster98 who owns Sara.

Abelet and Blake belong to me.

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Sara stretched and yawned as she stepped off the bus. It was early in the morning but she was having one of 'those' days, as Tim liked to put it. From the moment she'd woken up she couldn't get it out of her head... Something interesting had to happen today; she had to find something bizarre or curious or at least out of the ordinary. The town's potion shop seemed to suit the bill. She'd been there a few times and with every visit she seemed to notice something new. Maybe it was a problem. Maybe too much of a good thing was... too much. It was rare that she visited with something specific in mind because, quite frankly, everything always caught her eye. How was she supposed to remember one potion in particular, plan to buy it and then come out? It just didn't work that way. She had to go there; she had to get into the environment and surround herself with the curiosities to become inspired. The choices in this shop had to be made in the moment. So she was walking down the street from the bus stop with no goal other than to... buy something. On second thoughts, maybe it wasn't a problem. The unknown did make her giddy, after all.

It didn't take long for the familiar sign to come into view above the storefront. Lately it seemed to have been renewed with a paint job. Sara remembered the first times when it looked a bit worn and faded. Business seemed to be going well. And there was the caravan she'd seen the last time she was here, stopped just outside by the sidewalk. Funny... it actually looked open for business. She drew a bit closer and discovered that... in fact, it was!

A red-haired wolfess poked her head up into view through the window. This was the store's owner, Abelet. "Oh, hey there, Sara! You've got me just in time again!" She gave her a cheery grin and waved her over. "I'm heading out on another market research venture."

"So soon?" asked Sara.

"Well, the market's an ever changing target and demand switches from one week to the next," said Abelet. "That and I have some damages to recover from so I need to drum up on customers and sales."

"Oh no," said Sara. "What happened?"

Abelet blushed a little. "Uh... nothing really, just an accident." She gave a ginger grin. "So I assume you came to buy something!"

"Yes," said Sara. "But... I don't have anything in mind."

Abelet stroked her chin in thought. "Well I am sure you came looking for something interesting..." She clapped her hands. "I think I have something perfect! Just a second..." Then she untied a string and a small cloth banner dropped down below the window which read 'Bread and Potions'.

"What's this?" asked Sara.

The red-haired wolfess gave a cheery smile. "We're running a special promotion! And I think it'll be just interesting enough to take your fancy... provided you've got some time right now, that is."

"We?" asked Sara.

"Oh, me and my sister," said Abelet. "Blake!"

A moment later the storefront opened and another wolfess came out holding a half-crate of potions. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" She shuffled it in her hands to try and make it more comfortable. "You know you could help a bit with the stock instead of relaxing in the caravan..."

Wait a moment... Those violet eyes, black hair and well toned physique? Sara knew this Blake! She was the receptionist at the gym! "Y-you?"

Blake stood still, instantly recognising Sara once she laid eyes on her. And after a moment of silence... "Shit."

"You know each other?" Abelet asked. "Well, Blake has graciously agreed to be a model for me. You get to buy one of our select stock at discount and she'll drink it for you as demonstration... To add to the deal you get to uh... play with the results." She quickly placed a few potions on display. "These are the options."

Blake hurried over to the caravan and entered with the crate as Sara looked them over. There was one to have the wolfess grow a dick... become totally obedient... become hyper sensitive... or she could be granted near bottomless stamina. All quite tempting options.

"Excuse us." Sara looked up to see Blake shutting the window on her. Inside the caravan the wolfesses spoke in hushed voices; a conversation that she was not privy to.

Blake growled. "Please, Abby... Anyone but her! I have to see her at work!"

"Oh, she won't make it awkward, I am sure," said Abelet. "And besides, that just means you'll be pleasing your customer at the same time as mine! It's win-win!"

"You said we'd be doing this in a different city altogether!" protested Blake. "No one's supposed to know me!"

Abelet whined. "But she's a good customer and I already pitched the idea. I can't just send her away..."

The violet-eyed wolfess crossed her arms and frowned. "That sounds like your problem. I'm already giving up an unreasonable amount of my dignity."

The red-haired wolfess frowned back in silence... then opened the door and smiled at Sara. "You should try the dick growth potion."

"Abby!" hissed Blake.

"You think so?" asked Sara. "I'm at a loss."

"Oh yes!" Abelet's smile turned mischievous.

"Then that's the one!" Sara handed over the forty dollars and Abelet didn't hesitate to shove the potion into Blake's hand before packing the rest away.

"Have fun!" The alchemist hurried out of the caravan and waved the human in. "I'm just going to stretch my legs for a bit while you enjoy the potion."

"Abby!" Blake hissed again. "You get back here!" It was too late. She was already walking away and the violet-eyed wolfess backpedaled into the caravan as Sara entered. "Oh Goddess..." She swirled the potion in her hand and sighed. It seemed there was no way out now. "You really want me to drink this? I won't go easy."

Sara cheerfully nodded. She was here for something interesting and she planned on going with the flow wherever it took her.

Blake undressed and then popped the cork. "You don't say a word about this to anyone at the gym and I won't tell them how you screamed." And with that she drank the fluid from the cock shaped bottle. A flushed face. Blake stood there rubbing her knees together, trying with her thighs more than anything. It was only a few days since she felt it last so the sensation was, she hated to say, familiar. She also hated to say that it felt good... really good. A pleasurable warmth permeated throughout her sex, pushing deep into the core of her body and she grabbed the bench as support. Light gasps. Heavier gasps. In fact, everything about this seemed heavier than the last time. The warmth seemed more absolute in both its coverage and intensity. The pleasure seemed more blissful. And the tightness down there seemed tighter and tightening still... until it unwound.

In a burst of sensation, Blake moaned as the cock grew from her clit. With a bright blush on her face that she combined with an embarrassed expression, the wolfess lifted herself backwards with the bench as if attempting to distance herself. It was even bigger than last time! It must have been ten inches long! And the knot...? Now that was a bitch breaker. Blake thought about asking Sara again if she was sure she wanted this. But no. The pleasure of the transformation was immense and she was horny. Hell, the tip of her dick was leaking with so much pre-cum that she may as well have already been ejaculating. Her expression took on decisive and dominant tones. If she had to be like this then she was going to enjoy it. "Down on your knees."

The size of the canine cock didn't phase Sara. In fact, it only sparked desire in her. Sexual? Absolutely. But more than this, it was her curiosity. What would it be like to be on the receiving end of this? Especially when she was promised a rough experience! She got down on her knees and- Gagged. The violet-eyed wolfess had no hesitation in ramming the entire length down to the knot between her lips. It knocked against the back of her throat and stimulated saliva that burst out of the slight gaps between the wolfess' cock and the human's lips whenever she spluttered. Just to keep herself from falling back, Sara grasped at Blake's hips and the wolfess helped her out... by holding her head. Hips pulled back and cock slammed forward, bulging in Sara's throat. Pre-cummed slathered the insides of her mouth and she was forced to breath in the intoxicating scent as well as taste the delicious salty meal.

Blake smirked down at the woman and let her head go so that she could catch a breath. Sara swiftly pulled away and freed the hefty rod from her mouth with a 'pop' only to feel it smack against her face as it bounced. Moans and pants in response. Blake liked that. She could get off on facefucking her for the next few hours and it'd be a blast! But... she did promise screaming. So she shoved Sara down onto the ground and crawled over her in missionary style with a low growl.

A rough penetration that contrasted with a gentle nibble of the shoulder. Sara clenched her eyes and moaned as she felt her flower being stretched wide by the rod burrowing its way into the depths of her body. Heavy, hot and thick... Those were the only words that she could think of and they served to turn her on further, soaking her sex with feminine juices that begged for that dick to start thrusting. And, as if on cue, it did.

Blake pulled her hips back and slammed forward, creating a wet slapping sound that threatened to pierce through the walls of the caravan. Was Abby out there to hear this? She shook her head. She didn't care what her sister said or teased later... This was her only chance to make the most of the moment; to feel the pleasure before embarrassment sunk in... the same way she sunk into Sara's folds. She had the urge to dirty talk. Maybe ask how she liked taking this dick or tell her to beg for it harder. But Blake's voice was consumed with heavy breathing. She'd gone through this pleasure before but that didn't make it easier to hold control. She could feel herself throbbing; cock rapidly expanding and contracting within the vice of Sara's body that oppressively clamped down and pushed her towards orgasm.

Sara struggled beneath the wolfess, body squirming as her voice cried out with moans. Not a moment to think. It was just that pounding over and over that came to her mind. The cock was so big that she could feel it hitting against her cervix at the end of every thrust. No matter how much she wanted to tighten the muscles of her sex around it, her body did so involuntarily and practically caused her to vibrate with pleasure. Arms and legs all trembling. Her high pitch moans reached a crescendo and turned to screams as she was hit by an orgasm. Wave after wave washed over her and yet she barely even noticed. The assault of that hot and throbbing dick was all she could think about. Her stomach bulged with every motion and she slid her hand down to feel.

Blake felt the added resistance of Sara's hand pushing down on her stomach and instantly envisioned the bulge. Whether it was that or simply all the build up to this point, pleasure exploded in Blake's body. Rapid throbs and spurts of cum flooded out of her shaft and started to fill Sara in such great amounts that it sprayed out between them, even beyond the knot that plugged inside and expanded, and splattered against their thighs. Heavy breaths and grunts slowly quietened... and Blake slowly collapsed atop the woman, large breasts squished against hers. And her face? The dominant attitude gradually gave way to a blush.

The caravan door opened and both women snapped to look at it. Abelet. The red-haired wolfess went wide-eyed as she took in the scene. "O...kay. I didn't really think about cleaning before all this." But immediately beamed a grin at Sara. "So! What did you think? Really effective, right? Think you'd be interested in this potion for yourself in the future?"

Blake pouted. "You made it get that big on purpose, didn't you?!"

Sara giggled. "Oh... it was great. And I have one or two ideas for this potion with Tim..."