The leylines of the world are powerful things.
Hard for mortals to understand. Though close they came in the middle of the last millennium, they foolishly turned their back on occultism and alchemy, choosing to turn towards the childish folly of “rational science”. 
Just on the cusp of something great. 
Something powerful.
Relics and rituals that could alter one’s reality - not just their bodies, but their minds. And the bodies and minds of all those around them.

One such example appears in this story you are about to be told. A most curious tale, of a young witch discovering her inner voice, and creating a totem that would inspire intense desire and ecstasy in all who beheld it. Obliterating their consciousness and their loyalties for a new purpose.
But was the witch in control? Or was she a thrall herself?
Can anyone say for certain?

Decide for yourself, as I tell you the strange tale of…

THE PULSING PIED PIPER.
By Limewah
Patron Reward/Commission for Izzy
18+

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Someday Violet would take the big hoodie and baggy jeans when she went outside.
It wasn’t that she was naked underneath. But she was too afraid of being seen; way too shy to let the world see her eye-catchingly gothic fashion sense. 
She was even self conscious of the stripe of white going from her chin down to her chest - she wished she could have been an all-black cat, not tuxedo furred. Her green eyes remained downcast towards the street, allowing the black hoodie to cover her head entirely.
The jeans were always long and droopy enough to only show a little bit of the toe of her big, ankle-length boots. Similarly, the big sleeves of the hoodie covered her hands up to the fingertips, hiding her fishnet opera gloves and her spike-studded bangles.
Even wearing all this stuff underneath the hoodie and jeans was a huge step for her. Probably the biggest step she’d take all year to wearing what she wanted openly and publicly. She was afraid of getting stared at. Those silent judgy looks that would slowly build up on top of her like stones on a condemned witch’s chest. 
She didn’t want more weight.

The cat was boiling in the late-spring air, and her mouth was almost continuously open to pant out the excess warmth.
Just a trip out to the shop on the corner for some snacks was an ordeal - thanks to the heat, and her anxiety. 
Connie was out, too, otherwise she’d have asked her… but her bubbly childhood bestie was her opposite in every way. No compunctions or fears of leaving the house; in fact, the opposite. She would go off on some errand and disappear for the entire day, coming back with story after story of all the wild people she met and things she saw.
Usually it was pretty mundane stuff, but Violet loved listening to Connie talk.
Especially watching her lips, and imagining what kissing them might feel like
But… it was too late to ask her out. They were very close friends… way too close. It was a recipe for disaster. She knew it. 
But the awareness of the risk only made it more enticing. Something to fantasise about when she was alone, and arousal hit her, and she needed release.

She got home, knapsack full of snacks and soda, and as she was putting everything away she heard the door to the apartment open. 
“Hellooo~!” 
When Connie greeted Violet like that, she usually had a surprise, or a gift of some sort. Violet bit on her lip and smiled, trying to hide her little twinge of excitement.
It was hard when the floppy-eared brown spaniel tackle-hugged her from behind and rocked her from side to side.
Connie was always very handsy, with everyone. She loved giving hugs.
Violet really didn’t mind. The dog’s body was warm and soft, especially after one of her runs.
“Oh, did you do a shop-run?” 
“J-just wanted to get some more peanut butter and chocolate.”
“And some soda. I should’ve got some more rum!”
“I’m, uhm… not sure I’m up for having a drink.”
“Nonsense!” Connie pulled away, her hands pushing into the cat’s shoulders and massaging her tense muscles. “I’ve got something fun for us to do tonight, and it’s exactly the kind of thing we gotta be tipsy for.”
“What…?”
“Look for yourself. It’s in a bag by the front door.”

Connie was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes gleaming expectantly. Violet shuffled along, and Connie followed behind.
“So, while I was out, I saw this cute little antique store.”
“O-oh.”
“It was small, kinda cracked paint-”
“The Old Pharmacy?” Violet knew it well. She liked browsing through the musty, candle-lit, incense scented place. Looking at all the trinkets and ouija boards and other occult things that she continually talked herself out of buying. She’d not been back in a while.
“That’s the one! Aaaand, I know you said you wanted to do more of those ritual mumbo-jumbo-y type things… so I got something for you!”
Violet was expecting a pendant or some nice chalk as she stooped down to look into the paper bag by the door.
She was surprised and delighted to find a grimoire waiting for her, weathered leather and old-glue smell. It was definitely older than the two of them combined.
“How… how much was this?” Violet asked, her heart thumping and soaring into her throat.
“Dooon’t worry about that,” Connie said, practically bouncing behind her. “I got some tax back, and I wanted to do something nice for you.”
“W-wow, thanks… thanks.” Violet wanted to scream and jump for joy. She wanted to throw her arms around Connie and kiss, and kiss, and kiss until they were breathless. But she was too afraid to. As usual.
“Have a leaf through it,” Connie said. “And let me know what you wanna do tonight~”

–

Violet didn’t waste any time. She took it straight to her room. 
Violet read through the illuminated book slowly, and carefully, one leg crossed over the other as she laid on her bed. The cat had the book resting against her thighs, and had her phone in one hand as she turned the pages with the other.

Each yellowed page was almost translucent, and just barely sturdier than tissue paper. The last thing she wanted to do was tear it; any marks like that would dissipate any magical energy that it held. 
If you believed that sort of thing, anyway. Violet sort of half-believed it at most. If she stuck to it it’d be more fun for both of them anyway.

Another bit of superstition; she was careful not to read anything she saw out loud. The words had power, and speaking them was a recipe for disaster if one was not well prepared.
It was all written in a very old font, difficult to decipher, and in an antiquated version of English that was difficult to follow and decipher.
Good thing she had an auto-translator app. You could get basically anything translated these days. Holding her phone over the pages, she read the ugly text superimposed over the gorgeous script. Toward the front was a series of instructions for how the book could be used. Most of it didn’t make a whole lot of sense - things like ‘do not peruse before the dawn of the 13th hour of the 13th day’, ‘daub the page with sugar and salt after performance of any ritual on a page with an odd number’ - it was kind of funny how ridiculously esoteric it was.
The rest of it was less translatable - even though the text was very clearly lettered, it was using phrasing and words in some other language that her app couldn’t parse. There were some neat looking illustrations all throughout the book, too. Pictures of demonic beings, spiralling patterns of flame, and even some images that were straight-up-porn.
One that particularly drew Violet’s eye was a picture of a giant phallus, dangling from a disembodied pair of hips. Figures knelt around it and stared with apparent reverence, though she could only see the backs of their heads. Like a lot of the other pages, the details of the ritual were completely untranslatable. 
What was this spell supposed to do? Summon some kind of crotch-demon? Create an idol? Or maybe it was just some weird in-joke for the collections of bored scribes who probably spent years of their lives writing it.

Violet had a bit of a habit. It had never gotten her into trouble, and she never even noticed it half the time. But when she was reading something, her lips would move along with her eyes, as though silently sounding it out. As she cast her gaze along the text on the page, her brow wrinkled and her eyes narrowed. Her lips moved, trying to parse it unconsciously. She didn’t even have time to think ‘oh shit’ or ‘what have I done’. It was over before it started.

It was drawn to her attention when her lips suddenly erupted with electricity, like she’d kissed a live wire. She was too paralysed to scream. Tendrils of eldritch light connected her lips to the page, as the text seemed to bubble and vapourise. The book lifted off her lap, just before it erupted into flame - she caught the scent of scorched fur, but had no chance to feel relief as her lips and head were enfolded with crackles of purple, and red, and black. 
The book suddenly adjusted its angle, releasing her head from its embrace. Her legs were spread wide, as though by an invisible force, and held down against the bed. The electrical power re-focused itself, arcing and blasting straight between her legs. Her hips shot up into the air, and her shoulders felt as though they were glued to the bed.
As it redoubled upon her, Violet realised… she was not in pain. The sensation had never been painful in the first place. It only felt that way because it was so intense at first.
Now, though… all she was feeling was pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The eldritch tendrils of light were solidifying too, turning warm and slick and wet as they swarmed down her pants, yanked them down, and pushed inside her.
Through her fluttering eyes, Violet was barely able to see the tendrils pushing inside her, exploring her like a lover’s tongue, and pulling her to the brink of orgasm. Holding her there for a long, excruciating moment.
The bright colours of the tendrils began to drain away, turning more fleshy and pale in colour, thinning out where the book started until with a loud clap, the book snapped shut and tumbled down to land just in front of her. The tendrils, cut off from the source, congealed together and pushed between her legs, adhering to and merging with her midsection, melting and congealing into a new form.
Her eyes rolled up into her head as she collapsed back with a loud gasp of relief. It took several gasping breaths before her lungs felt full again. She lifted up, slowly and surely, feeling her cock drape over the book.

…her cock?

She suddenly felt completely lucid again, shocked by the sight of that… meat between her legs. 
“What in the world…?” she said, curling inward, shrimp like, as she peered at it. It was a decent size, though… she didn’t honestly know what ‘a decent size’ would really look like. Its circumcised tip dribbled just a little, pulsing in time with her heart-beat. 
She also could feel two smaller weights dangling too, brushing against her thighs. A little fondle down there confirmed - yes, she had a pair of balls to match.
…Did every guy’s cock feel this sensitive? And did they all throb this much?
No wonder dudes were so horny all the time.
She completely forgot about the book, brushing it idly aside as she slowly wrapped a paw around it. 
“Nnnh…” the pleasure was familiar, but feeling it on the outside rather than the inside was a whole new experience in its own way. The way the flesh dimpled against her touch, the warmth… 
“Violet?”

As her door opened, the cat scrambled back again and squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, trying to hide her new organ from sight. The spaniel was peeking her head from around the door, genuine concern on her face.
“You okay in here?” she asked.
“Y-yeah huh, I am,” Violet said quickly, hugging her legs tighter. “Aha, nothing wrong…”
“Because I thought I heard you scream,” Connie continued. “And there was a power surge for a second. And… what’s that smell?”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. J-just accidentally knocked over some incense when the power went out, had to, uh, clear that up.”
“Mhm…” Connie was tilting her head to the side. “You sure you’re okay?” 
Connie’s gaze shifted to the book on the floor. It had fallen open on some random page. “Oh, lemme get that.”
“W-wait no, hang on!” Violet scrambled forward - if that book gave her a dick, what else could it do? She didn’t want Connie to get hurt.

Unfortunately that meant her cock flopped out into full view. She stood over the book, legs spread wide, before she remembered her shame.
Connie was stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes glued to Violet’s new third leg.
“Sh-shit! Sorry! Agh!”
As she went to cover herself up. “I-I can explain…”
Connie didn’t respond at first, her head sort of lolling forward before she blinked and shook her head.
“Huh… wha?” she said. “Sorry, I must’a spaced out, what’s going on?”
“J-just… don’t freak out, but the book did something to me. It gave me, uh, this.”
She opened her legs again. Connie’s eyes were immediately drawn to the shaft once more. She didn’t say a word. Her pupils dilated gradually until her eyes were almost completely black, and even from here, Violet could almost see the reflection of her shaft in her roomie’s eyes.
“Connie…?” she asked. “A-are you okay?”
Connie said nothing. She kept staring. When Violet took a confused step towards her, and her cock swung a little to the side, Connie’s eyes followed.
She was completely quiet, and motionless. 
Violet walked closer. Connie’s head tilted downwards, snout pointing like an arrow towards Violet’s member.
“Connie!” Violet waved her hand in front of Connie’s face, and got no reaction. “Snap out of it… Look at me!”
Connie’s head tilted upwards at last, and she stared at Violet - or through her - still visibly dazed.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Violet asked. “You’re c-creeping me out…”
That was true. But there was something else about it. As she put two and two together, and realised just what had happened to her roomie, the cat felt…
Well, her cock throbbed again. And she noticed her balls getting more sensitive too, feeling them tighten and tense. Connie’s head dipped back down to look at the cock again.
“Uhm… maybe you should kneel down?” Violet asked.
“Kneel…” Connie sighed, the first noise she’d made so far. Her tail was starting to wag, lazily and slowly. She followed the suggestion with no hesitation, her nose almost touching the tip of her cock.
Violet swayed her hips again, and the dog followed the metronome swing of the shaft, the cock still visible in the reflection of her black marble eyes.
She wanted to test something.
“Stay still,” she said, quickly whipping a blanket off the bed and tying it around her waist.
“Still,” Connie slurred, as though she was sleep talking.
As soon as the cock was out of sight, Connie twitched and stirred, her head dipping forward like she was nodding off. She opened her eyes, and they were starting to return to normal, bleary as they were. 
“Wh… wha?” Connie groaned. “Sorry, I think I zoned out for a sec…”
“N-no worries,” Violet said, biting her lip and hiding a smile. 
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Connie said, her head tilted to the side. “Is there something on my face?”
“No,” Violet said quickly. “Uhm… don’t worry about it. Do you need a hand standing up?”
“No, I can get up ju…st…”

Violet took off the towel as Connie spoke, and sure enough, the moment she beheld the meat, the dog trailed off and her mind seemed to pause. Her pupils dilated and turned reflective once again, her jaw hanging open and her tongue lolling out to the side.
“Fu…fuh…” Connie stammered quietly, before going totally silent.
Violet choked on a giggle, wiggling her hips again and watching Connie’s head jiggle from side to side with it.
Her mind was already racing with the possibilities. Looking down at someone she’d harboured an intense crush on for so long, limp and poseable like a doll…
“Lie on your back,” Violet said, before quickly adding. “P-please.”
“Lie… back…” The ‘please’ was unnecessary; Connie was already doing it as soon as the command was made. Her face was still blank, her eyes locked onto the cock looming over her. 
Violet wiggled some more. Connie continued to follow. 
“Hhfh…” Violet stepped over Connie and squatted down, sitting on her stomach(taking care that her friend could still breathe). Connie didn’t seem to care that the positioning was awkward, she was still raising her head to look at the cock with blank reverence.
“S-so… what do you wanna do now?” Violet asked, unused to having this sort of compliance.
“Wanna… d..do?” Connie slurred. She didn’t even seem to understand what she was saying.
“Oh! Oh. yes, right, you’re under my command aren’t you?”
“Command….”
“M-maybe you could, uhm… take your shirt off?”
“Take my… shirt off….”
She slowly and sluggishly did as she was told, her chest bouncing and flopping out as it was pulled up and over her head.
If she did snap out of it at all while the shirt blocked her vision, it didn’t last long. Her eyes went right back to staring at Violet’s meat, any flickers of free thought extinguished in an instant.

The cat’s dick throbbed and dribbled out a little strand of pre. Violet shivered, her toes curling and her eyes rolling up for a second. When they rolled back down, she was laser focused on Connie’s chest.
“N-now the bra…”
“Now… bra…”
Her hands sluggishly fumbled with the clasps behind her, muscle memory only doing so much to help her. Violet watched, breathing heavily. Her cock was feeling heavier, more sensitive… for a moment, she thought she was getting hands-free pleasure, but when she looked down she saw her hand was on auto pilot, rubbing her shaft with the same intensity and hunger that she did when she had a vulva. 
Though this arousal was more exquisite than any she’d ever felt before.
The lacy bra drifted down to the floor, and Connie’s hands drifted back down to her sides. Her eyes were half-lidded now, her jaw sleepy and slack, her nipples perked up.

Other fantasies began to present themselves to Violet’s horny mind. Making Connie beg and act like a needy puppy, desperate for a taste.
Or walking out in the open, her meat swinging from side to side. Drawing eyes, and creating mesmerised admiration in everyone who passed her by.
Why did she assume it would have the same effect on others? She didn’t know. She felt it. Looking at her cock gave her a sense of power, of arousal. She liked to look at it, but liked having Connie look at it even more.
 They were shortly and suddenly dissipated when she remembered just how fucking weird this whole thing was. That realisation was chased by self consciousness and anxiety. What was she doing to Connie? Why would she even think of leaving the house like this? 
She went into damage-control mode.

“Uhm, nothing bad happened,” the cat stammered. “Everything’s fine, you didn’t take your bra off, you don’t need your bra, you don’t w-wanna wear a bra, I mean you don’t want to take your bra off!”
Connie was following behind, trying to repeat after her, but it mostly came out as a sort of slurry of noise. “Dunneebradunwanwernbra…”
Violet grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself again. It didn’t do much for her modesty. There was a MASSIVE lump in the middle of it, just where her crotch was.
Connie was absolutely going to notice it when she woke up. As well as her discarded clothes, and…
“Huh.” Connie blinked and shook her head, standing up. “What’s goin on, Vi?”
“Everything’s fine,” Violet said hastily, her eyes glancing down towards the bra on the floor.
“Oh, is that yours?” Connie asked.
“U-uhm… n-no.” Violet couldn’t lie, not to her best friend. “It’s y-yours.”
“Oh, really?” Connie said, reaching down to pick it up. “Sorry. I don’t know what this is doing here… I don’t need it anyway.”
She laughed. “I don’t wear bras!”
“Wait, you don’t?”
“Uh… pretty sure I don’t.” Connie laughed. “I don’t need bras, don’t wear bras.”
Violet squinted, and compared what Connie said to what she’d slurred a little bit ago.
She must have gotten it all jumbled up in her head, and…
“Well, hah, okay, fair enough I guess!” Violet laughed, tying the towel more tightly around her waist. 
“Nnh. Oh yeah,” Connie continued, yawning and rubbing her eye with the heel of her palm. “I was gonna pick up some wine from the shop, did you want anything?”
“No, uhm…”
“‘Kay. Be right back!”
She turned on her heel and left, leaving Violet’s door open. She could see the front door from there, and Connie was heading straight towards it.
…She was going to leave the house topless.

“WAIT!” Violet practically fell over herself, waddling into the hallway, even as her tent got more pronounced. “Wait a sec, l-look at my dick first!”
Connie sputtered. “What?! What do you mean, look at your diiiiiih…”

She slumped forward, eyes wide and dilated again, the door slightly ajar behind her. Violet eased past the dazed dog and shut the door, making sure no one could peer in. A few wiggles of her meat got the dog on her knees.
“D-don’t leave the house just yet,” Violet said. “You… sh-shouldn’t go out without clothes on.”
“Out… without clothes.”
“Don’t do that.”

Violet was so relieved. She was imagining Connie just walking out there, topless in the warm summer evening heat, people staring and ogling, and her just completely oblivious, unaware of how much she was showing. That would have been horrible, she thought, as she rubbed her dick, pointing it directly at Connie’s dazed face.
There was no chance of that happening. She couldn’t let her just walk around, showing her beauty to the world with no self consciousness at all, thinking that it was normal to just be naked like that, to flaunt norms that she didn’t even know existed and hhhhhohfuck she was gonna cum-!

She had to bite her lip and clench every muscle in her body, devoting every single part of her consciousness to one objective - DON’T CUM. Her hands were quivering, desperate with the desire to touch. A feather could have made her cum.
After ten seconds that felt like a hundred, she was able to take a slow out-breath and stumble back with a gulping gasp. Her dick was still rock hard, still commanding Connie’s undivided attention, but at least she was back from the edge. 
“Okay…. Ho-kay.” Violet sighed and stepped back. Connie leaned forward, as though leashed to the meat. “Just… g-gimme a second, okay…?”
“Second…” Connie droned, making Violet throb and mewl again in spite of herself.
“Nnhg. Maybe I should go out for now, not when you’re looking so, uh, indecent.”
“Indecent..”
“Yes, you c-can’t go outside with a top on. I mean W-without a top on.” 
“With top… outside…” Connie slumped forward before sitting upright again, as though she was trying to stay awake after having a bottle of wine.

The cat wasn’t sure if the dog understood, or had gotten it backwards again.
…she was surprised to find a part of herself hoping it was the latter.
The vision of Connie wandering topless was back. Violet imagined walking alongside her, watching her chest bounce, her nipples perky, noticing bystanders staring with confusion-
They’d be staring at her too. They’d be wondering why she wasn’t doing anything about her friend. 
Shit never mind. Her self consciousness was back, drowning out that fantasy in an instant.

Even so…
“I’m, uh… let me go to the shop. Tell me what you want me to get.”
“What… get…?”
Violet sighed. “I’ll give you a second to wake up, then you can tell me.”
“Nnhn…”

As Connie moaned and swayed, Violet headed straight to the bathroom. There was only one way she was going to get into the right headspace to go out. She had to rub one out. She’d heard of post-nut clarity - she needed it right now, that cock was taking almost all of her attention. Just feeling it brush against her legs was torture. 
It took three pumps before she came, and it was… productive, to say the least. She’d aimed it into the toilet, but the climax itself made her twist and writhe and stiffen. The force of the orgasm obliterated her for an instant, her vision going white and her mind switching off, her spine curling forward into a shrimp like shape. 
She yelled out, too, like she’d just been stabbed in the thigh. Then another scream. And another.
When she finally managed to regain some level of composure, she could hear knocking at her door.
“Violet? You okay in there…?”
“Y-yeah!” the cat croaked, panting and doubling over. “J-Just gimme a bit… be right out.”
“Okay!”
Violet sighed with relief, grasping at the seat and sitting onto it. She looked at her dick. It was still about as fat as it had been when she climaxed. But surely it was going to go down soon enough.
It wasn’t going flaccid. It was dangling a little but it was still massive.
Not only that… she was still horny.

Maybe she needed to rub another one out. Maybe this was normal for guys.

Thirty minutes and ten orgasms later… there’d been no change.
She was still rock hard, and she was still desperate for more.
Or was it the dick?
It was basically one and the same, really, as long as it was bolted onto her like this.
Maybe it would go away in a day or two…
For now, she was stuck with it, and the constant awareness of its need to throb and spurt and gush. 
As well as the intoxicating power it had…
Speaking of which, as she stepped out covered in a towel, she saw Connie was waiting for her. Still topless. Violet choked.
“Uhm… C-connie?” Violet asked, covering herself again.
“Violet, you sure you’re okay?” Connie looked concerned, and oblivious.
“Your uh… b-breasts are out.”
“Yeah?” Connie scoffed. “Obviously. It’d be weird if they weren’t. I’m not covering them up.”
“Wh…why not?” Violet said, trying not to stare too hard and failing miserably.
“It’d be indecent! Even indoors! C’mon, Violet, I know you’re a hermit, but you know that at least…”
Violet just stared. The gears turned in her brain.
She’d misinterpreted the command again… she was a little bit of a ditz at times, but Connie had really gotten things twisted when she was hypnotised.
Before she exposed anyone else to this, she’d have to figure out how to word her commands -

Before? Not If? 

The visions and fantasies returned, this time taking a good bit longer to be repelled by her anxiety.
She couldn’t let Connie leave the house, not like that. As hot as it would have been.
She flashed Connie, and the effect was instantaneous. Connie’s eyes shot wide, and she blinked rapidly, swaying on the spot like she’d just been flashbanged.
“Okay… ho-okay.” Violet stammered. “Tell me what you were going to pick up from the store.”
“Pick up… store…”

Violet imagined a topless dog trying to pull the bodega out by its foundations. Not a chance. She started again, speaking slowly and clearly.
“When my cock goes away…”
“Cock… goes away..”
“Tell me…”
“Tell…”
“What you want…”
“What… want…”
“From the store.”
“From… store.”

Violet hid her cock again, tying the towel tight.
“Nnh…” Connie shook her head. “Sorry, what was I saying?”
“You were gonna tell me what to pick up from the store. Just gonna change real quick.”
“Sure thing…”

Once she’d thrown on her baggy clothes (as well as her usual gothy under-garments) and got the list, Violet headed out. Mercifully her clothes mostly covered her massive bulge, and the all-black fabric made it harder to notice unless you were looking out for it. 
As she made her way towards the door, though, she saw that Connie was staring at her somewhat intently.
“What’s up?” Violet asked, quickly glancing at herself; her dick was still hidden.
“I dunno, just feelin kinda…” Connie did a sort of vague shrug, her hips subtly tilted to one side. “Flushed, I guess.”

…She was turned on.
Fuck, she drove Violet wild. 
The fantasies returned full force once again. There was no time for her weakened sense of modesty to fight back. It was overwhelmed.
Violet’s sweatpants were very tented now.
She made a decision - or maybe the cock made the decision for her.
“Why don’t you come with me?” Violet said. “I w-wouldn’t mind you coming along.”
“Sure thing!”
“Aren’t you gonna throw on a shirt?”
“Ugh!” Connie scoffed. “You joking? No way!”
“That’s what I figured.” Violet smiled. “Just checking.”

It wasn’t a far walk at all, but Connie got a few side eyes. More than a few in fact. Violet saw a fair few sets of eyes boggle at the sight of a well-endowed spaniel displaying her chest for the world to see.
“I’m getting a lot of looks,” Connie mused. “Is there something on my face?”
“No, no, nothing at all.” Violet smiled a darker smile than she thought she was capable of.

As they opened the door, an electronic chime signalled their arrival into the starkly lit grocery store, stacked high with various goods.

“Hey-hey there Vi!”
Tiana was behind the counter. The grey-furred coyote with green highlights in her fur was always a bit flirty with her, or maybe she was just flirty with everyone. Violet didn’t mind… in fact, she liked it. Her dick throbbed at the sound of Tiana’s voice.
She felt nervous. Even though she already knew what was coming next.
“E-evening,” Violet said quietly, trying to hide the excitement. “So, Connie, what’re we getting?”
“Hey Conn- Connie…?” Tiana’s face was screwed up in a confused little grimace.
“Hm?” Connie was completely oblivious. 
“Uhm, sorry, but… you gotta put a shirt on.”

Connie made an offended gasp, as though she’d just been harassed.
“Uh, why would I do that?” she asked. 
Violet saw exactly what was coming.
“It’s fine, Connie, it’s fine.” Violet drew Connie’s attention, pulling open the waistband of her sweatpants and tugging up the under-skirt just enough to give her a quick look at her dick. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t… worry…” Connie nodded, almost drooling before she snapped out of it again.
“Yeah, sorry, I won’t worry about it.”
“Phew,” Violet sighed to herself. “Anyway-”

Tiana looked even more freaked out. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was hanging open.
“Aha. Right…” Violet blushed madly. “Right, yeah… don’t worry, this’ll all make sense in just a moment.”
No time for modesty. She grabbed her sweatpants and whipped them straight down around her ankles. It poked straight out from underneath her skirt; it was draped over it like some sort of obscene hood.
“Violet, what the fuuuhhnu….?” Tiana’s scream turned into a confused groan, then a moan, then she was leaning forward over the counter, her magazine sliding forward and landing on the floor with a loud plap. Not that she noticed. Just like Connie, the coyote’s eyes were wide, and her pupils grew bigger and bigger until they were glassy black pearls, reflecting the barest hint of that pillar of flesh.
“Is there anyone else in the shop right now?” Violet asked, slowly, softly and sweetly. 
“No…” Tiana said, shaking her head.
“Connie, lock the door.” 
“Lock… door.” Connie repeated, a little more certain-sounding than before, and did as requested, locking the three of them inside.
“Come out from behind the counter, Tiana,” Violet continued. What the hell, why not. She pulled up her big hoodie and threw it aside, revealing a lacy top and a black velvet corset. Expensive-looking stuff that she’d been too afraid to bust out… until now, that is. All she needed was a hat and she’d probably look like a cool, frightening witch. 
I should get a hat, she mused to herself as the coyote girl slowly fell to her knees and crawled towards her like a curious, shy feral animal. I’d look really cool with a hat.

“What-am-I-going-to-do-with-you?” Violet mused to herself. She was feeling bold. She wasn’t going to get stopped. She walked to the counter, Tiana scrabbling alongside her, and took a few sticks of spicy tofu-jerky to tuck into. She scanned her mental rolodex of memories and fantasies, half-remembered wet dreams. She’d thought of going into the back room with Tiana before, showing off her outfits and maybe even getting some advice. And kissing her. Lots of kissing, too.
One thing that jumped out at her, as she rubbed the dizzy coyote’s head, was that she recalled the pair of them cumming very quickly. Like, extremely quickly.
Maybe she could condition something like that into her?
Gentle slow wiggles brought her cock back and forth, and the two dizzy canines followed it with their whole bodies - Tiana on all fours, Connie sort of slumped and bent forward.
Violet was purring, and her cock was drooling. She licked her lips as she stared. She was happy to let the pair of them sway and fall deeper under her spell while she brainstormed to herself.
Her dick felt warm, more sensitive and pleasurable with each passing second. Like something was pouring into it, slowly filling it up. Something in the air, or the earth powering her magical dominance.

Eventually, an option presented itself to her.
“So… you’re both pretty cock-hungry h-huh?” Violet said, trying to sound dominant even though her voice was still quivering with ‘holy-shit-this-is-happening’ excitement. “I mean, I can’t think of any other reason why you’d be staring so deeply. It’s all you can think about, all you want…”
The pair moaned in chorus, mostly still, though Violet could see a tell-tale camel toe between Tiana’s legs, pressing against her jeans. Good. She was very turned on.
“You shouldn’t be wearing those,” Violet said. “Keep the top on.”
“Yes…” Tiana nodded, and wriggled slowly out of her jeans, doing the same for her underwear. Connie kept hers on; she wasn’t commanded to, after all. Good, she was learning.
“Good girls.” Violet felt like steam was coming out of her ears. She was so hot…
“You sh-should be thanked for doing such a good job! For b-being so cute. M-maybe… . all it’d take for you to cum is if I say ‘Thank you’. C-can you try that for me?”
“Yes…” they gasped again, slightly out of sync this time.
“Thank you…”

The effect was instantaneous. Connie bit down on her lip and squealed. Tiana threw her head back and howled. Both of them bucked at the air with each tensing quiver of their sexes. 
“That’s right, that’s right, Thank you!”
They came again, their eyes rolling into their heads and their eyelids fluttering. Their heads instinctually returned to staring at the cock as soon as they were able to see straight again, flushed and panting with visible, unending pleasure.
Violet couldn’t believe her luck even now. She pulled her skirt back a little more to give them an even better view of the mesmerising meat. She made a mental note to wear something smaller and skimpier next time. This would do nicely for now, though. She could parade down the streets with this and get more than a few people under her spell…
“And this is always going to work…” she said. “Those two words, Thank and You, back to back, will make you cum the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life. Thank you.”

They screamed out again.

There was a knock at the door. It was loud and insistent; maybe whoever it was had been knocking for a while.
“Okay, you two…” Violet said, nervously. “Connie, you go browse. Tiana, you can let them in and see what they want.”
They nodded, and the cat did her best to hide her dick. Wasn’t working. So she dipped out of sight as she watched Tiana’s bare ass swing to and fro towards the door.
“Sorry, was just on a break!” Tiana said, cool as a cucumber. Her mind just plucked an excuse out of thin air, and she seemed to believe it too. “C’mon in.” 
“Yeah, I just wanted to pick up a… a vape.”
“Sure thing!” Tiana headed back behind the counter. The besuited sheep boy (probably here to pick up some after-work bits) followed, well, sheepishly, trying not to look or point out her buck nakedness - or her jeans and panties on the floor. Too polite to do so. He must have heard the commotion while waiting outside, and wondering just what the fuck was happening.
“What kind do you want?”
“Uh… mango and passionfruit please, thank you-”
“Nnghnngh!” Tiana bit her lip and gasped, another orgasm seismically blasting through her body. 
“Oh sh-shit, are you okay?”
“Yeah, never better,” Tiana said. “I just cum whenever someone thanks me.”
“Wh-what?” the shy sheep choked. “Th-that’s, uh… pretty cool, I guess, ahaha.”
“Is it?” Tiana shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s just how I am, no need to make a big deal about it.”
“Y-you sure?”
“Yeah, why be ashamed of it?” she smiled. “Go ahead, say it again, it’s chill.”
“Uh…th-thank you.”
“NNnghhyeah that’s the stuff~” her eyes rolled up for a moment as she bent forward. “Thanks…~”
“Uhm, th-the vape?”
“Yeah, right, right… sorry, sometimes I get a bit carried away…”

FUCK, Violet was going to cum. Not that she wasn’t always on the verge, but she was especially so now.
Even more so when Connie stepped into view, tits on display. Whatever she was going to say, Violet didn’t care to hear it. She stepped into view.

“What th-the heck is going… on…?”
The sheep’s eyes dilated just like the rest of them, his pants tenting, and his paws unconsciously moving to unzip and let it slip free.
“There we go,” Violet said, letting it pendulously swing. “Yeah, let it out. Your body knows what it wants, and it wants to stare at this dick and let yours flop out.”
He was pretty well endowed. “Wanna rub it for me?”
“Yes…” he said softly as he got to work. Still upright, just for now. But, it was good to know it seemed to work equally well on dick-havers.
She re-purposed one of her other fantasies, at her dick’s behest.

“You’re gonna forget everything you just saw,” Violet said, wiggling her dick as she got closer. “You’re gonna forget everything but the sight of this pretty dick. You’re just going to remember this. How good it feels to stare. How it makes everything else melt away to nothing. Your thoughts, your cares, your dreams… it’s all just replaced with this cock. Back and forth, pulling you deeper, and deeper…”
The sheep was drooling now, one eye drooping lower than the other.
“Brain just draining away, those thoughts just dribbling down into your dick~”
“Dick…” the sheep agreed. 
“No thoughts at all,” Violet continued, allowing herself to get carried away. “Thoughts are dumb anyway. The bad kind of dumb. You wanna be the good kind of dumb, don’t you?”
“Yuh…” the sheep moaned.
“That’s right. Thank you~!”
To her delight, he came along with the other two, bleating and groaning as his cock spurted. She could swear that his eyes were going even glassier than the other two, a blank docility coming over his face.
“Baa…” he groaned.
“That’s the spirit.” Violet said. She was a little surprised by her voice - her tones had gotten lower, sultrier. She was discovering new depths of dominance she never knew she had. This dick was changing her life, far more quickly than she could have anticipated.
She walked up close to the sheep, his eyes crossing inwards as she approached. She gently draped her cock over his face, and he whined with desire as his lips pressed to it.
“Thank… you…” he groaned, shortly before cumming all over again with his two fellow slaves. 
Talia and Connie watched with reverence as Violet rubbed her dick over the sheep’s face, before guiding it to his lips. 
Now it was time to find out why guys loved oral so much.
His jaw opened wide to let it in. The warmth enveloped her and squeezed her meat tightly. 
“Hnnrhf…” Violet grinned like a drunken idiot as she gripped the fuzzy curly hair at the back of the sheep’s head, emptying the contents of an orgasm into him. She just couldn’t stop herself from cumming. No refractory period, no cooldown. She came down his throat again a few seconds later. He gulped and choked and sputtered, but drank down every drop like a champ.
“Thaaat’s right…” Violet purred. “Thank you!”
The vibrations of his bleating moans tickled her cocktip and coaxed another climax out of her. She looked to her left and her right, watching how the coyote and the spaniel were writhing puddles of pleasure on the floor.
She giggle-snorted with excitement. There was one question lingering in her mind.

Just how far could she take this?

She rifled through her fantasies again, and settled on her next bit of wish-fulfillment.
“Mmh… you know what? I feel like seeing a movie. Connie, c’mon. The other two of you… do what ya like.”
They all nodded in agreement. Connie stumbled to her feet, while the sheep and the coyote set their eyes on each other. 
Violet didn’t stick around, but as she was leaving, the two of them were already all over each other.
She made sure the sign on the shop was still turned to ‘Closed’ - for their sakes.

Violet only remembered that her cock was on display when she saw the effect it was having. There wasn’t a maximum range to it. Anyone who looked at her, whether it was passing by, or from across the street, approaching them to call out Connie for her immodesty, or even driving a passing car… all of them slowed to a stop to stare, their arousal apparent as their minds paused and their eyes glazed over.
“Everything’s fine,” Violet said, unable to keep the grin from her face. “C-carry on!”
“Everything… fine.”
“Carry… on.”

A car was rolling alongside them, the driver (a dizzy femme deer) leaning out of the driver-side window. Another idea crossed Violet’s mind. Her legs were tired, and it was still kind of warm, even without all those unimportant layers.
“Hey, could we get a lift to the movie theatre?”
“Lift… theatre…?” the deer’s face scrunched up with a little confusion - poor thing barely understood that there was a world outside of that dick, poking out past the tented skirt.
“Yeah. I’ll direct you. A-and I’ll even sit shotgun so you can rub it…”
“Rub it-!” the deer choked on their words and nodded quickly, the most emotion and excitement any of them had showed so far.”
“Th-thank you!” Violet stammered, only realising what she’d just said when Connie howled with pleasure and came again. “Heh… she does that. Don’t mind her.”
“Don’t… mind…”

With that, they piled into the car.
“Eyes on the road,” Violet said, biting her lip as the deer’s sluggish hand slid up and down her meat. 
The journey was slow, and Violet had to make sure to gently guide the sleepy deer’s free hand on the wheel. They were going well below the speed limit, but the roads weren’t too busy..
Plus, the more time they spent in an air conditioned car with Violet’s dick getting edged… the better.
“Keep your eyes up,” Violet said. “You’re a natural at giving a road-job, aren’t you? You don’t need to look at my cock… even if you want to.”

Gosh, the power was intoxicating. The deer was doing such a nice job, their nipples perked up and their jeans tented with an erection of their own.
“Do you wanna join us for the movie, or are you going somewhere?”
“Mmn… got… get home… to my wife…”
“O-oh.” Violet felt a little blush of shame. Was this cheating? Did it count if they were hypnotised? Better not to think about it. If she thought about it too much, she might go deeper down the rabbit hole.
“That’s a pity. Don’t think about my cock too much, just… drop us off and we’ll take it from there.”
She looked behind her; Connie was slumped in the back-seat, watching the cat’s cock without a care in the world, idly rubbing at herself and playing with her tits. 
Violet smiled, her face flushed. This thing she’d fantasised about for as long as she could remember… it was even better than she could have ever imagined. The way Connie stared at her with stupefied adoration… the way everyone was. Gosh. It had almost totally obliterated that self consciousness. A weight was gone from her shoulders.

When they were dropped off, Violet marched straight in. No need to pay for a ticket when the cashiers and ushers were too cock-dazed to stop her. 
Each little transgression built atop the other, and she was feeling bolder and bolder by the second.
Once she was through the checks, she covered over her cock - the skirt just barely managed to do so. She waited for Connie to emerge from her trance, holding both her hands.
The spaniel took a few long moments to re-emerge.
“Huh… how’d we get here?” she asked, slowly, like she was re-learning how to talk. 
“Oh, I just thought we could treat ourselves…” Violet felt kind of shy all of a sudden. The excitement took a little breather, and Violet was face to face with her best friend, and her crush, with a whole plethora of romantic (or erotic) possibility ahead of them both. She really couldn’t wait to be with her in the dark.
“What do you feel like seeing?” Violet asked.
“I… feel like…”
“I think I wanna just walk into a random screen. Mid-movie.”
“Sure…” Violet caught a flicker of excitement in Connie’s dazed eyes. “But I guess we won’t be watching the movie, will we?”
“Oh, f-for sure!”
She wasn’t expecting Connie to flirt back. Her face immolated with a blush and she turned her gaze away. If Connie kept this up, she might have to zonk her again just to regain control of the situation…
Though she kind of hoped that would happen.

There were certainly some murmurs as the pair of them wandered into screen 3, right in the middle of some action flick neither of them had heard about. The sounds of revving cars, gunfire, explosions, and atrocious quips practically bowled the two of them over, and the screen was just… nonsense. It was impossible to tell what was going on. Not that it mattered. 

Violet and Connie walked up towards the back rows - there were plenty of seats free. Some people stared at them but only briefly and furtively - in the darkness, it was hard to tell at a glance if Connie was, in fact, topless, but it was just barely enough to register a few double takes.
Violet kind of loved that. It felt even more like she was getting away with something.
Once they were nestled in the middle of one of the back rows, Violet took Connie by the wrist and slipped it under her skirt, to rest on the base of her cock.
Connie gasped like she’d just been electrified. Oh yeah, Violet hadn’t let her touch it yet, had she…?
“Go ahead,” Violet said, her face split with a grin.
The loud explosions and generic music faded into the background for the two of them. Violet simply watched Connie work. As the dog wrapped both hands around the dick, she leaned in, her eyes crossing to stare at the tip. She stroked it like she was carefully polishing a priceless heirloom, luxuriating in its texture and the way it throbbed…

Violet felt a twinge of something. A sensation, not so much alien as unnoticed. An erogenous zone that she’d sort of forgot she had. 
Her nipples were hard as rocks. Her tits were super sensitive too… while Connie continued to rub, resting her lips on the tip, Violet let her own paws rest on her chest, giving her breasts a long, slow squeeze and pump. She pushed them inwards, upwards, and out, rolling them both in circles with her palms rubbing her pert nips. Once, twice, three times, four -
“Nnnhn…-!” She came again.
As usual, her orgasms were abrupt, and productive. Pearly arcs of seed shot up into the air, casting shadows over the projection. The first time it could have been dismissed as a trick of the light. But when the third cumshot in two minutes arced out (more productive than the last two combined), people started to take notice.

Once again, embarrassment and self consciousness mounted a siege in her mind as a frustratedly angry patron - older, but not by much, approached.
But when he saw what was getting stroked, and his anger faded away to serene, dilated wonder, it was gone again. Why did she have anything to worry about? She just smiled and winked, letting the interloper sway on the spot and stare in a daze, returning her attention to Connie.
“Don’t mind them,” she said. 
“Mind who…?” Connie didn’t even seem to be aware of anyone else’s existence, totally focused on lapping at the cocktip.
“Exactly.”
A few others soon were standing over her, each one coming to see what the commotion was about and finding themselves transfixed on the hypnotic cock, the way it squished against the dog’s paws, and how it erupted with constant climaxes. 
Violet knew they cared more about the dick then her. But it was still a lot of fun to be looked at.
Eventually, though, she could feel the novelty wearing off. It wasn’t giving her that much of a transgressive thrill anymore…

Maybe she needed to take it someplace more public.
“C’mon Connie!” she said, biting on her lip as another blast of cum painted the aisle in front of them. “Let’s head out, I th-think I’d like to get some air…”
“Sure…” Connie said.
“The rest of you…” she stared at the assortment of blank faces, hanging off her every word and command. “Uh, enjoy the movie I guess?”
“Enjoy…” they murmured, not quite in unison, but close enough. 

As the gathered crowd shuffled off to their seats, and the cat took her dog friend out, the last thing she heard in the cinema was some actor she’d vaguely heard of saying “Well, that just happened.”
The audience laughed. Violet was pretty sure they only found it funny because of her command.

How many times had she came in the past few hours since this started? She’d lost count. Even now, her dick was still throbbing with intense sensitivity. Every brush of fabric against it, every time it rubbed against her thigh, every time a light breeze got under her skirt, she felt it again. She was always so intensely hard and aroused, and it was impossible to keep a dizzying array of lewd thoughts and images from blasting through her mind constantly.
It wasn’t quite torture. But it was overwhelming, without a doubt. And it was constantly nudging the cat towards lewder, more daring thoughts. Maybe a more public display of lewdness would satisfy her urges. Maybe cumming inside Connie would. Maybe having the whole city cum at the same time would. Or maybe she’d just be stuck like this, forever…
Better not to think about it. Better to just enjoy herself.

As they left the theatre to make their way to a nearby park, Violet had one massive cup of water in each hand - ones she’d asked very nicely for from the dizzy girl behind the counter - and took some big swigs. Having this power made for some thirsty work…

At least, for now, her dick was (almost) covered under the skirt again. It was a little less conspicuous in the dimming evening light. 
Though she could feel it tempting and coaxing her as they made their way to a nearby park. Go on. Show it off. Show your power to everyone. Make them kneel. Make them do as you say. Indulge yourself… there won’t be any consequences, will there?
There absolutely could be, of course. If she flaunted it too much, it might make the news, or people would come for her…

And then you’ll just put them under your spell too. Easy. Think of all the fun you can have with this… 
Each time a new perverted thought arrived, her cock got more sensitive, more intrusive. Having this thing between her legs was coming very close to becoming an annoyance. But she couldn’t exactly get rid of it now, could she… not when there was so much more fun to be had. Her dick needed her to find more novelty, more perversions.

“Uh… Connie?” Violet said, throwing away one of the cups and taking a gulp out of the other.
“Yeah?” Connie still looked dizzy, and was still topless. God, she was so pretty. Violet was going to go feral.
“Do you think I’m overdoing it?”
“Overdoing it with what?” Connie’s head was tilted to the side. 
“Oh, you don’t remember, do you, of course. Uhm… s-so, say I was, uh… if I had a superpower that let me mind control people, how far would be too far?”
“Huh. Good question…” Connie nursed her bottom lip as she looked up towards the sky. Oblivious to the gawkers, the passers-by.  “I guess I’d, uh… only use it for good? Only use it to make people feel good? But is that ethical in itself…?”

Violet looked past Connie, and saw a nervous-looking capybara taking a candid photo of the topless dog. Several, in fact.
Even with her exhibitionist tendencies… that was a step too far.
“H-hey!” Violet started to march towards him. “That guy’s taking photos of you!”
She was making enough of a scene for others to take notice, and soon that peeping tom was the centre of attention
The capy’s eyes went wide, and he started to stumble and back away, ready to take off into a sprint.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
Violet didn’t even consider the repercussions. But when she lifted up her skirt to flash and swing her hypno-dick, well, everyone was caught in the crossfire. The capybara turned, phone dropping from his relaxed hand to shatter its glass screen on the ground. But the young couple out for a walk did too. As did the business-like fox on his way home from a shift. And the construction worker, coming to a halt as the hot dinner he was eating fell to the pavement. And many more.
Dozens were falling under the cock’s power, all at once.
“Uh… oops,” she choked. “Uhm… Do you think you could, uh, forget everything that just happened?”
All of them nodded in unison, jaws slack, eyes dilated, clothes tented with arousal.  
“C-cool, thanks, uh…”
Wait. If they were going to forget everything… why not have some more fun with it?

She looked back at Connie. She wasn’t looking at her dick. She didn’t quite have a view of it. She was looking at all the dazed faces staring at Violet, mesmerised.
“Huh, what’s with them?” she said. “Why’re they staring at us? They’re the ones wearing too much clothing, right?”
“R-right.”
Connie looked like there was something she wanted to ask, though… confusion was on her face. 
She started to peer over Violet’s shoulder, looking down under the skirt. For a moment, the cat considered letting her drop under its spell again. 
Violet was intoxicated by this power. Her dick was going to take control again.
And she was happy to let it.

But another opportunity presented itself, another idea. Having her under her spell was all well and good, but…
Just as Connie started to slip, Violet held a paw in front of her face to hide it from sight. Connie moaned confusedly, still dazed from that brief glimpse.
“Don’t look at my cock too long or hard,” Violet said. “Otherwise you’ll end up like them…”
“Like…” Connie looked at the zombified gathering. “Oh, really? That’s kinda wild… and, uh… did you do that… to me?”
Violet shrank into herself, still hiding her dick. 
“Stay still, stay right where you are everyone!” she said, suddenly aware of her audience.
“Violet…?”
The cat was afraid to look her friend in the eye.
“You were, uh… the first one.” 
“...holy crap.” Connie sounded breathless, and shocked, and Violet braced herself for a scream, or a slap, or something else. 
She wasn’t expecting Connie to put her hands on her shoulders, and tilt her to look into her eyes.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life… like, what kind of stuff did we do? Did you fuck me? Did you make me suck you off? Did you make me take out my tits? Did-did-”
She kept going, breathlessly babbling out a stream of fantasies, as though her head would explode if she didn’t get them out.
Violet just listened, and stared, totally gob-smacked. 
“Fuck, just, the idea of it, it’s…” Connie was starting to tug down her shorts as well, her tail wagging with the speed of a helicopter blade. “Fuck, it’s hot. Are you hot? I’m hot. This is hot!”
“Okay, okay, let’s, uh… c-calm down a second,” Violet said shyly, even though her internal monologue - her dick’s monologue - was screaming YESYESYESYESYESYES!
“No, let’s not.” Connie put her hands on Violet’s shoulders. “We gotta take advantage of this. You gotta make me a slut. I’ve fantasised about this shit for so long, you have NO idea…”
“Ah…”

Violet couldn’t argue with Connie. The dog pulled up the skirt to get a nice long look, and Violet could hear a sigh of wonder spread through the crowd as they saw what she saw. Dilated, glassy pupils, woozy faces all around.
“T…tell me wh…what I am…” Connie barely managed to moan as her thoughts slipped away.
“O-Ok.” Violet gulped. Why was she so nervous? Connie was pumped full of triggers already, it wasn’t that much of a difference…
She calmed herself. She swung her boner back and forth, letting Connie sway along with it like a charmed snake.
“You really don’t wanna wear any clothes. You don’t have any inhibitions anymore, you’re the sluttiest dog in town…”
“Sluttiest, yeah…”
“You’re horny as h-hell too.. You can’t get enough sex. If you see someone you’re really attracted to… you’re gonna immediately wanna fuck th-them.”
“Mmnhn,” Connie whined, biting on her lip and grinning even as she stared. Some flickers of herself were bleeding through now…
“And you’re gonna help me figure out what all these other lovely folks are gonna do for us next.”
“Y-yessss…” Connie whimpered. 
“I mean, look at all of them!” Violet said, gesturing to the dozens she’d snared. “We’ve got half the block… and I’m gonna need some ideas and inspiration, aren’t I? I think you’re just the right person to help me out. Wh-what do you say, b-bestie?”
“Sounds…”
Violet reached up to Connie’s eyes again, breaking the line of sight. Connie shook her head and gave a little whoop like she’d just downed a Red Bull and Vodka in one go.
“Yeah, s-sounds great! So… where do we start?”

Violet turned her gaze on the capybara, standing as dazed and quiet as the rest of them.
“I’ve got an idea.”

–

Tiana gave the sheep another tug, making sure he was shambling in time with her. She’d gotten a few looks since closing up shop, but… eh. Didn’t matter. 
She didn’t know exactly how she came upon this docile guy - the evening had been a weird sort of smear of memory. She felt like she saw some regular customers, closed up shop for something… And she had that sort of post-sex energetic glow about her too. So when she woke up naked, with a very slow-witted sheep, she sort of just went with it. 
She was dressed up again, but he was such a wooly boy that all he needed was a pair of briefs to keep him at least a little modest.
She tugged on the cheap leash she’d fitted to him. “C’mon, Baa.”
“Baa…”
He didn’t seem to have a name. Or if he did, he couldn’t say it. The poor guy was so zonked out of it he could only say a few halting sentences now and again. Or say ‘baa’.
He was cute, though, and something was motivating her to go out for a walk, and bring the sheep in tow. Like there was some invisible lighthouse calling out for her, guiding her along. She kept the sheep a bit closer, scratching under his chin and hearing him rumble and moan contentedly. 
The movie theatre… she felt like going there. Something - or someone important was there. “I wanna see a movie.”
“What movie d’you wanna watch, Baa?” Tiana asked. 
“Uh… I dunno,” Baa said, clearly not understanding the question. Poor thing’s brain was soup… just what had happened to him? Maybe the movie theatre would have answers, at least, that’s what she thought.

But as they approached, a commotion from the park a little ways down drew their attention. Tiana sniffed at the air, getting a strong scent of… sex. Not intense, but noticeable. The sort of scent you’d get from a really hedonistic block party.
Baa was already sort of shambling in that direction even before Tiana started moving. She felt the pull as well. Something whispering to her, nudging her to take a closer look, and see what all the commotion was about.

What they saw looked like a hedonistic roman fresco, but in motion. Clothes were strewn about the place, and every single person in the park was nude, and rutting like there was no tomorrow.
There was a casual quality to it all, too. A capybara was wandering around, one hand holding a camera and snapping very close, candid photos of the writhing bodies, the other stroking their dick. No one minded - in fact, if they noticed the photographer, they’d just give them a nod and get right back to business as though they weren’t being filmed in the nude.
A canary was chatting away on the phone while a pair of rabbits went to town on both her holes, sandwiching her.
“What? No, sorry, I’m just in the park right now, hhh. Keep going, it’s fine… n-not you!”
The bird glanced at the coyote, not so much angry that she was being looked at as confused. A sort of ‘is there something on my face’ look. 
Tiana smiled nervously and tried to look somewhere else. But it was the same no matter where she looked in the park. There was a handful of bottom-less joggers taking a break at a tree to have a mutual jerk-off session. A couple of love-sick bears walking in the park were playing with each other’s junk as they wandered. Multiple orgies were strewn about the green lawns, positions and partners changing so fluidly.

A possum roller skated by the pair, coming to a halt as they did a double-take. 
“Why’re you wearing clothes?” they asked, confused and perturbed.
“Uh… why aren’t you?” Tiana tried not to look down at the possum’s puffy, aroused slit.
“Because I feel like it? Because it’s not a big deal?” they looked mildly offended, a little standoffish. They scoffed and skated away.

Tiana looked at Baa. Baa looked just as confused as her.
“Why’s… everyone naked?” he asked.
“You got me,” Tiana said, giving him another tug. 
The more she thought about it, though, the more sense it made. She was walking around with a scantily clad sheep on a leash, after all… going a few steps further to being entirely naked didn’t seem like that much of a stretch.

But so many people were watching, and…
“Tiana!”
There was a fountain in the middle of the park - a bunch of naked revellers were splashing in it, bathing in the streams of water as they rutted and made out, just the same as everyone else.
But, sitting on the rim, facing them, was a familiar tuxedo-coloured cat and a brown-furred spaniel. It was Violet and Connie… 

…they’d stopped into the shop earlier that day, hadn’t they? She hurried over to them, Baa slightly lagging behind her on the tight leash.
Connie was naked - in fact, she had a green lizard-boy’s face between her legs at that moment. Violet, on the other hand, was mostly clothed, though not wearing the baggy, frumpy stuff she was used to seeing. A more form-fitting top, and a thigh-length skirt. 
There was something bulging under the skirt, though…

“Vi! Connie!” Tiana still found herself getting distracted by the sea of naked bodies around her. “I’m… what the hell’s going on!”
“Eyyy!” Connie waved. “Wanna get in on this? This boy’s g-great with his tongue…”
“Oh, you brought the sheep with you too!” Violet said. “Awesome! Cute collar, too…”
“Baa?” Baa was blushing, shuffling sluggishly from side to side with that sort of far-away look. “I-I’m… you’re, uh… really pretty.”
“Not much going on in his head,” Tiana added. “I found him kinda… dazed like this. Think he might be tripping.”
“Maybe he is…” Violet had a look on her face. Like she knew something Tiana didn’t. “And maybe you could be too, if you like?”
“Uhh… what?”
“Don’t worry,” the cat continued. “This’ll all make sense in a moment.”
She lifted her skirt, and-

She saw the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life.
Throb. Throb.
Violet’s penis swung from side to side in front of her like a pendulum, and the brief thought of ‘what the fuck is that’ was gone before it could even finish forming in her head. Her eyes were glued to it. It was like staring at an aurora, too fascinating to look at anything else.
The world melted away. It was as though her eyes were zooming in on that thick throbbing pillar between the cat’s legs. The rest of the world faded away, sights, sounds, scents all being totally focused on the shaft. 
She started to forget the cat was there, too… or the leash. She was faintly aware of it slipping from her hands.
The curves, the texture, the veins, they seemed to breathe with subtle, shimmering colour, like an oil slick on water.
Every time the dick throbbed, A glistening pulse down the base to the tip, then up again, and it dribbled a shining bead of pre-cum. 

It was like she was seeing God. She was filling with awe, joy, and arousal, burning away everything else in her consciousness.
Violet was saying something. She could hear it, but it was muffled, distant, faint. But her body knew what to do.
She slumped forward a little more, slowly stooping to her knees as she shuffled closer to her idol. 
Violet shifted suddenly, and the dick shot upright. Tiana’s gaze shot upright with it.
This felt familiar. Comfortable. Everything felt all right.
She was still speaking. Tiana was finding it really hard to follow. Like, really hard. So super hard, like, it was like… ohmigod. It was, like, kinda funny. Her thoughts - even though, she had, like, minus zero percent thoughts anyway - felt like bubbles, really thin and weak and… bubbly. When a bubble thought popped, she giggled all over again.
She was feeling, like, so horny too. So she started rubbing herself. Maybe Violet told her too? It would be totally fine if that was the case, that cock was so nice looking, and it made her feel so lush looking at it.
There was a fluffy boy next to her too, like… what was his name again? Baa? He was really cute, like so cute. She like, loved nerdy guys. She wanted to, like, fuck his brains out. 
So when the cock went away, back under the tented skirt, she wanted to get right down to fucking him.
Violet said something -

–

“Thank you~!”

The chorus of cries of climax spread through the whole park, starting from Connie gushing for her lizard friend, continuing with the giggly bimbo coyote and the dizzy, sleepy sheep in front of her. The orgy in the fountain behind her also came to a sudden climax, and so it continued all th way out. Every single one of them, whether they were with a partner or not, clenched, reared back, or crumpled forward as they came their brains out.
Violet was loving this. As long as her cock was hidden from sight, she was basically invisible. One of the commands she’d put in - in fact, it might have been Connie’s idea. 
As Tiana and the sheep slumped into each other and moaned with pleasure, the newly bimbo-fied canine pulled her sex partner in between her breasts and tugged off his briefs with her foot.
“You’re, like, so cute~” she giggled vapidly.
“Buh-bah…” the sheep started to - maybe protest, maybe try and respond? But her lips prevented that from happening as they started to roll around and rut.

“Aren’t they adorable?” Violet asked, looking to Connie.
“What…?” the spaniel asked, her eyes sort of rolling up behind her eyelids. “S-sorry, I’m just…”
She squeezed the lizard’s head between her legs, and he moaned deliriously.
“It’s okay. You just have your fun.” Violet leaned in and gave her a strangely chaste kiss on the cheek.
It just felt right to her. Joining in would have spoiled the fun, in a weird way. 
She would love to see Connie try to suck her off one of these days, see if she could fit it in. But maybe not right now.
Although…
She whistled. The sheep and the coyote looked at her again. She lifted her skirt just enough to let them see it.
“Want to taste?”
“Taste…” the sheep moaned.
“Like, totally…” Tiana giggled.
They crawled over, between her legs. The sheep went for just under her balls, Tiana took the shaft and dragged her tongue over it. Both of them were electrified with lust, thankful to get a taste and feel.
“Wait a sec, actually. Why don’t you have my balls to yourself, Sheepy?”
“Th-thank you…” the sheep moaned as he nuzzled back and forth.
“Nn, wh-what was that?” Violet smirked, even as she felt an orgasm welling up and preparing to blast through her. “Did you say… thank you?”

Another shockwave of climaxing moans expanded through the park again. The cat squeezed her thighs tightly around their faces as she painted the tiles in front of the fountain with yet another climax. Then, she coaxed the coyote back onto her feet. 
“Wanna see how much of this you can fit inside you?”
“Ohhh, like, totally!”
Tiana looked like she was trying to push her lips out into a natural bimbo pout, like she was willing some lip fillers into existence. She was really getting into the bimbo role…
She turned, bent over backwards, and wiggled her butt right into that cocktip. It was a pretty tight fit…Violet’s cock squished against Tiana’s vag, and her balls tightened against the sheep’s mouth and tongue. 
As she grabbed on tight and pulled Tiana back, she moaned and giggled with delight. Violet was already cumming again, her eyes going a little crossed from the intensity of the climax, but she kept pushing - hey, those extra juices would make it easier for her to push it in.
“Hhoooh…” Tiana moaned. “That cock, feels, like, SO good~!”
“The best one you’ve ever taken, I bet…?”
“YEAH! Ohmigosh, like… totally, yeah~!” Tiana was crying out with such breathless intensity that she must have been cumming herself.
Not that Violet could blame her.
Violet must have been approaching a hundred orgasms at this point, and even now, it was still egging her on towards more. She didn’t feel like she was losing control, necessarily. Honestly, if she could just keep making some beautifully horny dioramas like the one stretching out before her, she’d be more than happy. 
She quite enjoyed being the invisible hand guiding them all together to let loose a bit, break all the rules of polite society and really explore themselves. 
She looked to her side, to see Connie lifting her toes into the air and splaying them out as she rode her way to another climax. She looked dead ahead, watching Tiana arch her back and cry out, just in front of the landscape of hedonism she’d created. She felt the sheep slurp on her, just underneath and out of sight, milking her for everything she had - an endless supply, of course.
Perhaps this was going to be a very valuable little public service…
As long as this cock lasted, she would be putting it to very good, noble use.
Well, sort of noble. But it justified her having her fun that bit more. 
What could be the harm?

–

There was no harm. She continued just as described. There was no apparent price, or comeuppance, or wrinkle to this dark deal she made. 

…So, I suppose there isn’t really a moral or anything to this story. In fact, it doesn’t really seem like this was a cautionary tale at all.
Sorry to disappoint if you were expecting some sort of ironic downfall for our heroine. 
If you were just here for the pornography, well… 
You’re satisfied, I imagine. 
So…

Ahem.

…Goodbye, then.

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