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The truth will set you free.

This sentiment, many people believe without exception, but there was certainly a caveat to the truth, whether or not people wanted to accept it.

The truth could be a truly bitter poison, despite the freedom that it might offer.

"You two were so focused on the lust building within that you never even bothered to consider you might be related," the witch pointed out. She still hadn't given her name to the formerly human pair, but even if they had it, they wouldn't have used such a generous title to address her.

The punishment for smashing a pumpkin was apparently much more than a quick call to the police. The witch thought it fitting to transform Billy and Tom into a pair of foxes, though Billy caught the short end of the stick, and became Bianca, instead. Days had passed, and the pair of siblings didn't know how long they'd been mating, but they could feel the mess of their mingled juices in their fur, and a small puddle of the same mixture was on the floor, right between their bodies.

"I thought it was painfully obvious, but then again, I knew about it the whole time," she continued to taunt the incestuous pair, chuckling at the thought of the act they'd committed. "And I wish you could see the looks on your faces! It's as if you two have seen a ghost or something!"

Though Tom wasn't as readily aware of it, Bianca was already overwhelmed with shame. Somehow, she felt that she knew it was her brother all along, but worse still, she didn't want him to stop, even after they found out that they were related.

Naturally, at that point, Tom was completely halted, and his face was twisted up in horror at what he'd done.

"Sorry. There's no taking this one back, kiddos," the witch reminded them. "You've earned your punishment."

Tom gritted his new fangs together and snarled at the witch, as he finally managed to pry himself away from his new sister. "We smashed a damn pumpkin!" He growled out at her, tempted to charge at her and attack, but he had no idea what she was capable of, and didn't want to risk his safety, or the life of Bianca. "You could have gone and bought a new one! We can't buy new lives!"

"You say that as if the pumpkin wasn't a living thing," the witch pointed out. "And besides, you two were more than happy to fuck each others brains out before you knew you were siblings. You've already gone this far, what's the point of stopping now? Right, Bianca...?"

Raising a brow and glancing down at his sister, Tom flattened his ears for a moment as Bianca continued to pant, despite the lack of penetration. "...Bianca?"

"It...it hurts," Bianca finally replied, as she felt all eyes in the room upon her flesh. "My pussy is aching, Tom. I...I n-need this...I need you to keep going!"

"What the hell did you do to her?!" Tom snarled, relying on every last fiber of his wits to keep from lashing out at the only person who might be able to change them back.

Despite Tom's anger, and Bianca's literally overwhelming need, the witch didn't show even an ounce of remorse. "Oh, I didn't mention? Silly me...you must not have taken any classes on animal biology," she said, deciding to insult Tom, rather than put any blame back on herself. "You see, every year, a female fox of a proper maturity will go into estrus, more commonly known as 'heat.' It causes them to aggressively seek out a male to breed them, and if the need isn't satisfied, it can even induce madness in the creature...your sister, Bianca, is such a creature, but I'm afraid her heat isn't triggered by a season."

Sighing heavily, Tom closed his eyes for a moment and tried to collect his thoughts. "Then what is it triggered by?"

"Existing."

"Excuse me?"

"So long as your sister holds that form, she'll be overwhelmed with the need to fuck your foxy little brains out. Just a side effect of the magic, I'm afraid."

Tom was already on edge, and for the witch to speak so nonchalantly about such a serious matter was pushing him to the breaking point. "Can't you...can't you fix her?"

"No, I'm afraid that only you can do that, now...sure hope you've got a lot of endurance in those hips!"

The witch knew that she held all of the cards, and her taunting nature was just making things harder for Tom, who couldn't decide who to turn his frustrations on. Even if he could strike the witch down, it didn't mean they'd be cured, and Bianca was giving him a look that was every bit as arousing as it was frustrating. He knew that she couldn't help it, but he wished that she could find a way to fight it, and alleviate at least one stress from his life.

"...We'll go to the police."

"Looking like that? Probably not the best idea, Tom."

"I don't care. We'll tell them the whole story and have your house burned down with you inside of it!"

Bianca was easily manipulated, the one thing that Tom was thankful for as he gripped her by the wrist and took off for the only door out of the small, dungeon-like workshop. It was concerning that the witch didn't even bother trying to stop them, and Tom knew that she had to have some kind of trick up her sleeve, but he couldn't think of any other option. They'd have to run back to their parent's house as fast as they could, hoping to find some kind of help, before they could expose the witch for what she'd done.

**

Tom knew there would be a few obstacles to exposing the witch.

He didn't think that being able to speak would be one of them.

Bianca didn't realize before that she was still able to talk with a human tongue, despite her being in a somewhat human body. It wasn't until Tom opened his muzzle that she tried it on her own, but there was an issue that neither one of them had anticipated.

Tom knew all of the back roads to make it around the neighborhood, and while his parents weren't more than a couple miles away, the pair of foxes would have made for quite the unusual sight to a normal human being. The witch knew that such was the case, and she wasn't going to allow Tom to have such an easy time exposing her.

The spell, despite all of the effects that it contained already, had one more little trick in store.

"Quick, Bianca! Behind this bush!" Tom ordered his sister, whispering a command into her ear. In her pliable state, she happily complied with him, but her rapid obedience wasn't actually the result of her movement.

Tom had seen a young couple walking down the other sidewalk as they tried to stay to less occupied streets, but if he wasn't careful, the pair would still be exposed in their hybrid form...or so he thought. He didn't realize that an extra caveat remained, and as Bianca shrunk down behind the bush, he did the same, albeit literally.

The thick, broad shoulders, powerful muscles and tall, lean frame that Tom was already becoming rather accustomed to were gone in almost an instant, as his slumping body took on a more natural posture. He was on his paws and knees in a flash, but he was a lot closer to the ground than he thought he would be. The underside of his chin actually brushed the slowly dying grass as he neared the ground, and his eyes turned to focus on his sister, who stood at about the same height and posture.

They were completely feral in appearance, and though it now meant that they could wander the neighborhood without having to remain hidden, Tom immediately thought of another problem that might arise.

"Ra...rawr?"

His voice was little more than a high-pitched, curious growl.

How in the hell are we supposed to tell anyone anything like this?! His mind raced, and he was thankful to find that he still had rational, human thoughts. It seemed that Bianca still understood him, much to his relief, but the intensity of her heat was amplified by the transformation, and it was clouding what little judgment she had left.

If the foxes didn't act fast, they might be trapped in such a state forever.

**

Most of the people who know Tom and Billy weren't surprised about the way that they turned out. It took only one afternoon with their father, Richard, for anyone to see where the influence came from.

Richard wasn't the most savory person. He drove his wife away with his frustration and antics when the boys were teenagers, and like many adolescents with divorced parents, the boys grew an emotional callous, rather than dealing with the mental problems that the divide created.

Shockingly, despite his short temper and the fact that he might have been a bad influence on the boys, their mother never really tried to get custody of them, leaving them to blame her just as much for their situation as they did their father.

In this moment of need, however, their father was the only one left who could help them.

Richard was going through his usual afternoon routine of waking up in a poorly kept house, surrounded by his own garbage and dirty clothes. A TV dinner was heating up in the microwave, and a can of cheap beer was already sitting open on the kitchen counter, in the one tiny gap that wasn't taken up by other forms of clutter.

The only reason he woke up in the first place was a rather unusual one, and it was something that he wasn't sure how to handle.

"I didn't think foxes were really prominent in our neighborhood," he muttered, his voice still laced with the lackadaisical drawl of a nap cut short. "But why won't the damned things shut the hell up?!"

As usual, anger was the default for Richard, who slammed his fists down on the counter, shaking dirty, forgotten cups and a pile of recycling down to the kitchen floor. The consistent, whiny barking of the foxes outside of his window in the small, unimpressive back yard was driving Richard past his normal levels of crazy, but he didn't feel like picking up the phone to deal with animal control. He knew that they would just tell him to leave them alone, and he didn't want to be peaceful about it. He wanted them gone.

He was going to get quite the opposite of his wish.

Things were just getting stranger and stranger for the frustrated divorcee, as a black cat came into the fold and began meowing at the kitchen window. What was unusual about it, however, is that if Richard didn't know any better, he'd think that the cat was actually mocking the foxes. Snickering at the thought, he took a sip of his beer and tried to lose himself in the alcohol, as his food continued to rotate quietly in the microwave.

His beer was spit upon the screen of his window in the next moment, as the black cat stood upright on its hind legs, and immediately grew up to the height of an average woman. The black fur upon its body slipped down and away until it formed into a long, slim robe, and animal features softened up and shrunk back as the shape of a woman clearly took place.

" PFFFFFT! Kaf..kaff... wh-what the fuck...the fuck was that?!" Richard yelled out with such a shock that his neighbors would almost certainly be alerted by it. The cat, now clearly taking the shape of a tall, slender woman, didn't seem to mind the noise at all, and she even picked up a fox in each of her arms as she walked to the back door...and slipped right through it, by virtue of a magic that Richard could never understand. "L-lady...you look nice and all, but get the fuck outta my house before I get my gun and blow your sweet little head off!"

"That's exactly the kind of hospitality I would expect from the scum that raised these two," she admitted, shaking her head with a sigh of disapproval. "I can't say that I'm surprised by your behavior. I was pleasantly surprised that they directed me right to you, however."

Richard raised a brow and tried to keep his eyes on the witch, while scanning the counter with his hand for something to throw. "Those two? I know some people are into weird pets, lady, but I ain't ever owned a fox, ya got that?"

"Oh, of course! You wouldn't recognize them like this," the witch remembered, as she set the foxes down on the floor. Tom and Bianca were nervous to move too much, given their memories of the rage that their father expelled for far lighter transgressions. "Tom and Billy, right? A pair of young men who were out trick-or-treating last night...they felt it fitting to smash a pumpkin on my front porch when I ran out of candy."

"Heh...that does sound like my boys," Richard admitted, obviously feeling no regret over his poor parenting, or the tragic story the witch was sharing. "But my boys are humans. Not foxes. They also live on the other side of town, these days, so...do me a favor, and get the hell out of my house already."

It seemed that Richard valued his privacy more than anything those days, and the witch could only shake her head in disgust at his behavior. "Well, I came here hoping that you might apologize for the way they behaved last night. After all, it was their criminal actions that forced me to change them in the first place...but you're not any better than they are, are you?"

"Lady, those aren't my kids, and I don't really give a shit about your stupid pumpkin! Now get lost!"

"You first."

Richard primed his arm to throw an empty beer can at the witch, which left her plenty of time to roll her eyes as she lifted her palms and cast a dark, twisted energy from them. Wisps of black magic soaked into Richard's face as his arm went limp, and his eyes lidded over slightly with the same kind of daze he felt when he first woke up.

"I don't have any qualms about subjecting you to the same punishment that I put your sons through, sir...or, your son and your daughter, I should say," she explained, as the magical energies from her spell kept Richard awake and aware, but barely able to move or act. "Men like you disgust me...and you don't deserve even a scrap of mercy. I came here for a mere apology, but now, I'm not here to take anything. I'm here to give out the punishments that you deserve!"

Slumping against the counter, Richard was barely able to stand as the pair of foxes looked up at him, a look that pleaded for help still evident in their eyes. "Oh no, my dear foxes...your father is a useless scumbag. I'm afraid he can't help you, now...but you can certainly help each other!" she cheered, as she noticed the small, trickling trail of arousal that dripped from Bianca's purely vulpine womanhood. "Tom, it would seem that your sister is awfully desperate for a release. You wouldn't leave her in such a dire state, would you?"

Given how strange the last few days were for Tom, and the fact that things just seemed to keep on getting worse for him, the idea of pleasuring his sister was actually the best outcome he could imagine from the given moment. To do such a thing in front of his father, however, was a line that he couldn't easily cross...

...Not until the witch leaned over and brushed the dripping wetness from his own sister upon his muzzle, forcing his nostrils to inhale the scent of a needy female, and poison his mind.

"That's the way, Tom...drink in all of those delicious aromas. You can play coy all you want, but I know you want to fuck your sister. Doesn't your father deserve to see just how close his children are?"

It was a twisted question at the very least, and Tom visibly shook his head as he tried to combat the intoxicating scent that was playing to his most basic instincts. He didn't anticipate just how strong his senses would be in his new form, or the way that his body would respond to them.

He didn't expect the tip of his cock to suddenly poke out from the end of a small, fuzzy sheath and throb with each fresh pump of blood to his crotch.

"Keep slurping them from your muzzle, Tom. Drink all of them in. I know that your sister isn't the only one bothered by her need. Feel that gentle pulsing in the back of your sack? I'd dare to say that you're feeling the intensity of her heat, almost as much as she is!"

There was an inward shame in Tom, one so great that he thought he might bend to tears if he were still in a human body, but the greater part of his brain was feral for the moment, and he couldn't hope to overcome the sensations that were brimming in the back of his mind.

Bianca, for her part, didn't want him to any longer.

Do it, she was thinking. He might not be able to read her mind, even in their connected state, but he couldn't possibly miss the message in her eyes. They were glazed over with a lust so thick, it rivaled the juices that spilled from the vulpine shape of her sex.

Nothing could rival the feel of such, however, and as Tom took another quick, brief taste of the flavor upon his muzzle, the last part of his human mind was completely silenced by the feral desire that took control of his limbs. Paws lifted up and rested upon the center of Bianca's back, before slipping down over the sides of her torso, raking claw marks through her soft, delicate fur. She let out a quiet, knowing squeal as Richard wished that he could will his eyes away from the display, but the same magical forces acting upon the vulpine pair kept his gaze straight upon them as Tom mounted Bianca and began to thrust, before he was anywhere near her moist, heated sex.

"Well, would you look at that!" the witch cheered, feeling a sickly pride within the pits of her chest as Tom forgot his shame. "Seems that your kids don't mind putting on a show for you, after all! I guess you were a total failure as a father."

If he could speak, Richard would have been right back to his foul-mouthed ways.

Instead, he was horrified as Tom climbed atop of his sister and jabbed at her tail with the dripping end of his cock, until she lifted it out of the way. Despite their being in a feral state, Richard could see a purely animal lust on their expression, as if he were watching a documentary on mating habits in person. The foxes were unabashed in their actions, and Bianca cried out with delight as she felt the tip of her brother's rod pressing into her labia.

"Mnnnn! Mrrrnf!" she purred, the lower end of her body sinking down to the floor as her paws struggled to keep a grip on the cheap, dirty tiles of the kitchen floor. Her claws scratched deep marks into floor as she kept herself upright, desperate to keep her hips perfectly aligned for her brother to satisfy her needs.

Even if Tom could feel shame about his actions any longer, he wouldn't dare; he was too busy swimming in the sensation of his sister's juices coating every inch of his long, thin vulpine cock as he wrapped his front paws around her waist and slammed his hips forth with a simply impressive vigor. The vixen beneath him couldn't contain her shrill cries of ecstasy as her own brother pounded into her needy haunches, and worse still, even if their father didn't understand what he was seeing, he thought he might actually be a little turned on by the forbidden display, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the witch.

"I bet you'd love to join them, wouldn't you?" she taunted Richard, finding her only struggle to be if she was going to tease and toy with Richard, or if she simply wished to enjoy the show that was being put on for them. It was hard to believe that such comparatively small creatures could contain such a powerful sexual energy, but Richard actually felt the slightest bit sorry for Bianca as Tom simply pounded her into a sexual submission. His hips were quickly turning into a blur, save for the occasional drop of feminine juices that was sent flying by the sheer force of his body, and his muzzle was full of the scruff upon the back of her neck, as he bit down tightly and held her in place, making sure that she wouldn't dare to try and move away from their mating.

Naturally, Bianca didn't plan on going anywhere, and she couldn't have been happier with just how hard she was being fucked. Shame was thrown to the wayside, and she even gazed up at her father with a look that was meant to entice another male into joining the fray. It shouldn't have had such an effect on a human, but Richard's mind was already poisoned, and the influence of the devious witch was only making things worse for him, as fluids began to puddle on the floor between the two vulpines.

Those things...they can't really be my kids, can they? Richard wondered, as he found that just one part of his body could still move of its own accord. The member in his loose, dirty sweatpants was starting to come to life as he watched the pair of foxes continue their mating, not only undeterred by the fact that they were watched, but perhaps inspired by the fact. There's no way that some crazy lady could just walk her way into the door like that, either! I took some bad pills last night...I'm on a trip; that's all this is!

It was wishful thinking, at best, and the witch wasn't going to let it continue.

"You know, those clothes don't hide any details. I'm sure if you could talk, you'd deny your excitement, but there wouldn't really be any point. I can see right through you," the witch assured Richard, as she decided to turn her attentions fully upon him. "I can tell that watching alone is just going to leave you pent up and frustrated, when this is all said and done. Perhaps I can get you included in the action, after all..."

Richard didn't know what he wanted, anymore, and the dark magic that clung to his mind like stretch wrap to a lump of freshly ground meat kept him from resisting the witch, as she happily sauntered over to her new target. "You see, in the presence of normal humans, these two will be forever trapped in the form of these little fox bodies...but if I change you into something a little more fitting, you'll get to see your children for what they really are."

Tom was past the point of caring, knowing that he'd already defiled his sister, and Bianca couldn't care, given the heat that dictated her every action. The siblings were both nearing a climax as Bianca wrapped her tail around his lower back, encouraging his manhood to slide as deep into her tight, dripping passage as it could, and the thick, bulging knot at the base of his rod was already ballooning up to form, causing Bianca to tremble in the most delightful of pleasures.

For his part, Richard was only able to gulp as the witch turned his focus fully upon her. "Let them have their fun, Richard. You'll be able to join them soon enough."

Thin, black tendrils, more of a mist than a solid form, began to swirl around Richard as the witch quietly mumbled a series of incantations. Her breath was quick and raspy, and it was clear just how much the spell took out of her, as her artificially beautified skin began to wrinkle just slightly from her expulsion of power. She stayed focused, and within seconds, Richard could feel tufts of fur springing up over his body, but a glance down toward his forearms made it clear that he wasn't going to be turning into a fox, like his kids.

The fur sprung up in small, individual fields, and tiny spots of tan and brown interspersed as what started as a patchwork of fluff quickly spread out, like weeds across old, tattered asphalt. Streaks of fur shot up the sides of Richard's arms and quickly, they puffed out the loose, lazy t-shirt that he was wearing, aided by the growth of two small, delicate lumps upon his already soft, weak chest.

"I think Tom is up to the task of pleasing another female...good luck fighting off his sister, though. She seems to be quite the defensive little creature, not that I can really blame her."

It was impressive how quickly the witch was able to recover, although the sweat upon her brow made it clear that she didn't have an easy time with the spell. She was doing her best not to pant or wheeze from her efforts, and it helped that she couldn't stop grinning as Richard lost his sense of balance, but without control of his body, he merely began to slump to the floor, and all the while, Tom and Bianca grew, as their bodies shifted back toward the hybrid, anthropomorphized state that they were originally given. The growing change wasn't nearly enough to stop the pair from wildly going at each other, and Tom's hips continued to press against Bianca's smooth, curving rump as it took a more human shape once again.

The sounds of sex were already filling the small, dirty house, and Richard had no way to escape from them as his sensitivity to the sound increased. His ears were growing out and away from his head rather quickly, and the shape of his body, once unsightly and rather disappointing, was becoming tight and impressive as the traits of a powerful, dominant hunter were impressed upon his flesh. Fingers began to thicken up as claws emerged from stubby, tired nails, and as paws took a proper shape, fur traveled down the length of his thighs and began naturally forcing the sweatpants off of his body, aided by the sudden, forceful press of his tailbone elongating against the fabric.

"D-dad...dad's gonna j-join us," Tom muttered, as he found human form returning to his vocal chords. It was perhaps the only thing that really changed about the pair of incestuous foxes, as the older brother reached around to the front of Bianca's body and cupped her sensitive breasts as they grew back into life. Her quick, delighted squeal almost forced Tom into giving them a quick squeeze, and in turn, her inner walls clenched down around his cock as she tried to milk an orgasm out of him, needing those warm, silky juices to coat her vaginal passage, in the hopes of drowning out her heat.

It would be a pointless endeavor, but Bianca knew that it would feel amazing, all the same.

"He certainly is, but you won't really be able to call him 'dad' anymore...unless, of course, you really want to," the witch pointed out. Her magic finally left Richard's mind and allowed it to be freed, but the second spell had already done all of the damage that it needed to do. Richard was down on his hands and knees as his rounded, powerful ears picked up on a painfully loud riiiiiiiiip, and through the back of his tattered sweatpants, an extra appendage was beginning to wiggle around, long and thick from the base all the way to the tip. The bursting tail was the icing on the cake, as fur quickly wrapped around the exposed flesh of the new body part, and as Richard tried to lift his head from the floor, his eyes saw the world in an entirely new light.

The colors were just a little bit different, and in a sense, more vibrant. He could see just what a terrible mess his house was, but from a perspective that made things seem even worse. He absolutely hated what he saw, but he wasn't able to focus on the sight of his dirty domicile for very long. His attention was taken over by the fact that his young son and daughter were still going at each other just feet away from him, albeit, in an entirely new pair of forms.

"Sure looks like a lot of fun, doesn't it?" The witch asked, her voice laced with a taunting, teasing flair that forced Richard to contemplate what might happen if he actually tried to enter the fray. "Let's see...what's a good name for a female cougar...hmm...how about Regina? I think that sounds just lovely..."

As far as Richard knew, he was still male, save for the heavier, perkier breasts that had come to form upon his chest, but the words sent him into an immediate panic. He scrambled to tear his shirt away, and as he did, he saw breasts that were so perky in their bouncing sway that they nearly defied the laws of gravity. Only seconds before, he was sure that he felt his cock hanging between his legs, but as he slipped what tatters of dirty, old fabric were left out of the way, he could see the very tip of his length shrinking back into his body, until it settled all the way down to become the clit atop of a new, thin pair of glistening labia.

Richard, now transformed into the cougar, Regina, knew that she was under the influence of a terrible spell.

Being weak of mind and spirit, however, she knew that she couldn't fight it, as she knelt upright and watched her children continue to brainlessly fuck each other.

"They've waited patiently for you, Regina...each one is brimming with lust and pleasure, on the verge of a climax...just how much longer do you plan to keep them waiting?"

If there was ever a moment for Regina to step up and be a mother, this was the perfect time. He'd been cursed with having a terrible fantasy about his daughter every now and again, and though she wasn't anywhere around to join in the fun, Regina had a perfect substitute in Bianca. Everything was happening a bit too fast for the already slow-minded Regina to fully appreciate the gravity of her situation, but as far into the gutter as her life already was, there wasn't any sort of resistance something that could be considered pleasurable for a woman who had lived as a hedonistic man.

She found it tough to walk in her new form, or even stand, but claws scraped against tiles and did their best to move Regina toward the pair of mating fox siblings. They'd taken a bit more quickly to their transformations, but even as Regina struggled, they watched her with eager, lustful eyes, and a desire that only grew as the cougar slipped away from the tattered remains of her clothes and crawled underneath the pair, settled on her back.

The witch couldn't have been anymore delighted as she watched Tom pull out of his sister, so the heated vixen could settle her womanhood upon Regina's muzzle, and rest her own muzzle in the equal opposite. An exotic, sweet scent, like nectar picked from the freshest flower in the deepest jungle began to overwhelm the already lust-driven Bianca, who couldn't keep her hips still. They trembled fiercely at Tom, encouraging him to finally bring her to a desperately needed climax, but the young man wanted to try one more thing first, a decision bred out of both magical desire and frustration with his former father.

Regina knew it was coming, and accepting her fate, she opened her muzzle, and only had to wait a singular moment before she felt the impressive, lengthy cock of her own son pouring into her maw and right into her throat. With literally no experience to go off of, she gagged around the flesh as she felt heavy, thick orbs settle on the bridge of her muzzle, and her eyes went wide as she struggled to breathe, knowing that no relief was in sight.

"Gag on it, you sorry little bitch..."

The words were more of a deep, angry growl than a purely passionate one, but a twisted grin still settled on Tom's lips as he watched the end of his manhood bulge through Regina's throat. Her struggles brought him that much more sadistic pleasure, and each long, desperate gag send another chill through his crotch, right up into the base of his spine.

"Hllllk...uughk!" Regina tried to plead with her son for mercy, and it was only when he felt Bianca forcing her dripping, needy sex onto Regina's lips that he finally did pull out. Long, thick strands of saliva spilled across Regina's own face and down her neck as Tom gripped Bianca by the hips and forced his soaking member right back into Bianca's waiting slit, this time with a renewed sense of ease, thanks to the plentiful, incestuous lubrication.

If he'd made Bianca wait even a moment longer, she might have turned on him, but the sudden, spearing thrust into her cunt kept her firmly upon her paws and knees, as Tom dug his claws into her hips and regained control of the situation. "Yes, b-brother... YES! Please, s-stop fucking teasing me...just do it... just make me cum!" she demanded, her voice wavering with each deep, powerful stroke of her brother's cock into her depths.

The vibration from each of her cries poured over the new, virgin sex of her own father, or rather, her new mother. Regina was still gasping from the deep, brutal throat fucking she'd endured, but she did the best that she could to keep up with Bianca's need, knowing at least a little bit about pleasuring a woman from his short marriage.

She was only able to reach one area, but it was an area she was very skilled at finding on her wife, and her daughter, it turned out, wasn't any different. Her clit stood proud and erect in front of Regina's muzzle, and the cougar eagerly brushed the flat of her tongue over it, stroking the underside of her son's cock in the process. She could already feel their sexual warmth upon her body, but she was almost certain she felt a growth in intensity as she found a rather sensitive spot, and a giggle rose up from her full, endowed chest as she slurped once again, happily drinking up the overflowing juices from her daughter's cunt.

The three were an unstoppable act of incest, and the witch was more than happy to watch on the sidelines, proud of her work, and glad to see that it was all going over so swimmingly. Her own pleasure was derived from seeing others in a state of true regret, but she could never keep her subjects down for too long. She always had to 'reward' them with such a transformation, and this time, she'd truly outdone herself.

After all, Regina was rapidly catching up to her children, as Bianca displayed a masterful level of technique with her tongue. Despite how tight and untouched Regina's sex was, Bianca managed to find almost every tender spot in an instant, circling the long, dripping wet tip of her tongue around the clit to perk it up, before she mingled her saliva in with the budding beads of moisture that dotted Regina's vulva. Her labia were slick and delicate to the touch, and Bianca treated them with the kind of gentle, subtle care that they needed, refusing to use more then a soft press from the flat of her tongue.

Within minutes, she could feel excess, liquid arousal spilling over her tongue, as her own body finally locked up.

There was something to be said for an orgasm that took such a long time to build up to being on a different level from the regular experience. Bianca had been teased for such a long time that afternoon that she was beginning to grow truly frustrated in her need for a release, and finally, her brother brushed the tip of his cock along her g-spot with a deep, pounding thrust...and the walls came down for the well-fucked vixen, as her paws slipped, and she collapsed upon her mother, ass up so that her brother could finally fill her with the long desired seed.

"T-that's it, big brother...f-fuck me... fuck me! Yes! Gimme that cum!" she cried out, her voice so laced with need that even the witch couldn't keep her hands to herself. She happily stroked her own breasts through her cloak as she watched Tom lean tightly into his sister, and with a hard, domineering push, followed by a quiet POP, his knot finally split apart her quivering folds and lodged itself inside of her vaginal passage. A torrent of pent up cum spilled within her inner walls and soaked them thoroughly, forcing liquid to spill into her womb with such an impressive volume that she almost felt bloated inside.

The fluttering of her inner walls around his manhood was the only sign that Tom needed, and he was more than thrilled that he was able to last long enough. Twisted, and yet, earnest pride welled up in the pit of his stomach as his full, swollen orbs began to empty themselves right into his own sister, and his fangs gritted together as he tried to bite back on a howling, crying orgasm. "Yes...take it, sis...t-take all of that f-fucking cum! Mnnnf!" he silenced himself as he bit down once again on Bianca's neck scruff, and despite the mild pain of his fangs seeping into her flesh, her expression couldn't have shown anymore ecstasy than it already did. Tears were even beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes as her body was overloaded with sensations, and though she wished to pleasure her new mother, she simply couldn't do it. She could only gasp breaths of hot, steamy air over Regina's womanhood as she lay there atop of the cougar, letting Tom pound the last of his own sexual frustrations into her body.

To call the moment heavenly for the heated Bianca would have been a terrible understatement.

"I don't think I've ever seen a happier family," the witch commented, as she gleefully gazed upon the sight of small trickles of excess cum spilling out of Bianca's slit. Even with the knot in place, there was simply too much for her body to hold onto, and the streams rapidly dripped down onto the eager Regina, who began to lick them from the surface of her own muzzle as they landed. "Perhaps I was a little bit too easy on the lot of you after all."

If they had the ability to speak, Tom and Bianca surely would have protested, and especially the latter, as he relief was truly short-lived. Despite the warm, slick cum that covered every inch of her inner muscles, she could feel a new sense of need budding up within her, even as the last shock waves of her orgasm rocked her trembling form. Tiny beads of sweat worked up in her fur as a literal warmth ran through her flesh like wildfire through a dry, aging forest, and with hair shaken into her gaze, Bianca looked up through the moistened locks and gazed with hatred upon the witch.

In less than a minute, she was already so overcome with need that she was bucking her hips involuntarily against Tom, despite his still being knotted to her. "W-what...what the hell is this?! Why won't it go away...make it stop, please!"

No matter how desperate and even pained Bianca sounded, the witch merely shook her head. "I said thirteen litters before, didn't I? You haven't even produced one yet," she pointed out, and immediately, Bianca felt like a fool for ever having believed that the passionate session would be enough to cure her condition. It was likely that there was no cure, and the witch was merely baiting them to satisfy her own twisted, sexual desires, knowing that she had the whole trio by the balls, almost literally.

Tom grunted in quiet frustration as his canine cock spilled burst after burst of cum inside of his sister, acting every bit like the feral fox that he'd been before. He couldn't stop his sack from contracting and spilling more of his seed, and her inner walls clenched on his knot every time she felt a fresh, wet warmth, creating an endless, messy cycle between the two.

"...There's no way out of this, is there?"

His words were completely devoid of hope, but the witch offered no sympathy. She was actually grinning at Tom's despair, as if it fueled her enjoyment of the moment. "If there is, it's not like I would admit to such. If I were you, I'd just get used to fucking my little sister and my mom for the next few months...there are worse ways to spend the rest of the year, you know."

It was amazing, even then, how nonchalant the witch could be about an incestuous orgy occurring right in front of her, but sure enough, she was brushing it off with all of the same ease that one would take dust from a bookshelf. She was curbing her own enthusiasm, of course, and she'd have to continue to do so to keep up with her plan, but an unexpected wrench was going to be thrown into the works, even as Tom's knot began to deflate and slip out of his sister.

Click-chack. Even the witch was shocked to see someone come through the front door, and Regina was perhaps the most stunned of all, as his daughter, the same one who refused to be near him after the divorce, walked into the filthy house.

"Big shock that you haven't cleaned the...place...u-up...dad?"

Janet's face twisted up in horror, and her jaw nearly dropped to the garbage on the floor as she gazed upon a trio of feral animals, covered in a mixed mess of sexual juices. As a normal human, her appearance transformed them all back into a feral state in an instant, and the witch snickered as she offered a wave of greeting.

"Your father is awfully busy at the moment," she explained, "But don't worry. You'll be joining him in a moment."

Janet barely had a chance to yell at the witch before dark magic was entering her brain, and though she was of a stronger will than her father, she didn't stand a chance against the powerful incantations of the witch. She dropped her book bag and slumped against the front door, closing it behind her in the process. She struggled on against the tendrils of dark energy that wrapped around her, crossing the field of dirty clothes and garbage to get to the witch, and with each step she took, another part of her body changed, from the fur that grew up each of her legs, to the shrinking of her supple breasts, and the sudden, jutting growth of her clit that pushed her skirt out and away from her body.

A male coyote was the thing that ended up making it across the room, and for just one moment, the witch showed a hint of sympathy. "Unlike these three, you didn't do anything wrong to deserve this, young lady. I'll be sure to go easier on you."

The witch picked up a lollipop from the almost empty bowl of Halloween candy on the kitchen table and unwrapped it, before sliding it into the tiny, narrow cunt of the feral cougar on the kitchen floor.

"All of the boys in your family ended up getting tricks...but you? You get a sweet little treat..."