Witches Brew

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Copyright © 1999, Baron Darkside. Copyright © 2008, BarondeSade ALL Rights Reserved

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An Erotic Fantasy from the pen of Baron Darkside . . . re-edited and resubmitted by BarondeSade . . .

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Warren was wiping off the table when Keith walked up.

"Great burger, War, my man," Keith crudely belched, rubbing his belly. "Say, what time do you get off work?"

"Around nine-thirty," Warren said, grinning at Keith who was doing a terrible pantomime of a vampire.

"War, why don't you stop by after you get off and have a celebratory beer?" he said whispering so that no one else could hear him.

"That sounds good," Warren grinned, "I might just do that."

"Good," Keith said in his sick imitation of a vampire, "and bring along an extra quart of O positive."

"Sure, I'll stop by the blood bank and make a withdrawal on my way over."

Pulling his cloak over his face, Keith made a weird, sucking sound and went slinking across the diner toward the door.

Warren stood chuckling as he watched Keith wave his cape and slip out the door.

What a character, Warren laughed to himself as he finished wiping the table.

Finally, it was closing time and Warren's boss, Al was banishing the few remaining spooks and goblins from the diner.

"Thanks for all your help tonight and happy birthday," he grinned at Warren, handing him a twenty dollar bill.

"What's this for?" Warren asked, taking the twenty.

"Have a few on me," Mr. Davis winked, holding the door open for Warren.

"Gee, thanks, Al," Warren grinned, stuffing the money into his pants pocket.

Everyone seemed to know that it was his birthday, Warren told himself, pulling his jacket on and stepping out into the damp night air.

Pulling his collar up around his neck, he heard Al lock the door behind him as he peered up the moonlit street.

Thankfully, it was only a couple of blocks to Keith's and then only a couple more to his house, he thought trudging along the street.

Why had his chosen this night of all nights to go tits up? Well, tomorrow was Saturday and he was off, so he would be able to check it out.

Eighteen. He was finally eighteen. It had always seemed strange to have a birthday on Halloween, but even stranger was the fact that he and his mother shared birthdays.

He wondered what his mother had planned for them this year. She always had had some kind of party or something for their birthdays as far back as he could remember. And this one being his eighteenth, it would probably be a doozy.

He was lucky to have such a great mom, he told himself as he shuffled along the deserted street.

It had only been the two of them for the last five years since his father had died. They weren't rich, but she made sure that he didn't go lacking for anything. Though, it was kind of strange, he thought, every time they needed money, it just seemed to magically appear, like winning some kind of contest, or an insurance rebate, or a refund on taxes, or something. It was kind of spooky, but he wasn't going to complain about it.

Yes, as moms went, he couldn't have asked for a better one, he thought to himself, but at the moment, he could almost taste the beer waiting for him at Keith's as he picked up his pace.

A few moments later he was turning down Adams Lane and he could see the light on in Keith's room, a couple of houses down.

Laughing to himself. he recalled Keith's charade at the diner.

Suddenly, out of no where, a big, white wolf materialized in front of him blocking his way to Keith's house.

What in the hell was a wolf doing in the city, he asked himself as he stood gawking at it?

"I hope it isn't hungry," he muttered to himself as he waited to see what the wolf would do.

As he stood waiting, he could see that it was an old wolf; an old female wolf with short white hair and big, floppy tits hanging down under her belly.

He didn't know what to do. The wolf just sat there staring at him. It was almost as if she was daring him to come any closer.

Well, at least she didn't seemed interested in him as a meal, he thought. But, he decided not to press his luck and started to back away from her.

As he started to back away from her, he heard a soft, chilling snarl from behind him sending a shiver of fright down his spine.

Slowly turning his head, he saw another wolf standing in the middle of the sidewalk between him and the diner.

Now he was getting more than a little nervous. He was trapped between the two of them, he thought frantically.

Slowly turning, he saw that the second wolf was much younger than the other one. Strangely, he saw that she was a female too, with puffy little tits peeking out through the thick, red hair under her belly.

As he stood there quaking in his tracks, she made no move toward him, but she had her lips curled and her fangs bared menacingly.

He now had only one real path of escape; he couldn't retreat and he couldn't turn down the street to Keith's house; the only way out was to cross the street and head for his house.

Maybe he could go on down the street to the next corner, turn there and circle back up to Keith's house the long way round, he thought as he cautiously started down the street walking backwards so he could keep an eye on the wolves. Walking along backwards, he saw that neither of the wolves moved until he was several yards down the street. Then another tingle of fright shot down his spine as both wolves began to pad along after him. Turning around so he could run if he had to, he pulled his jacket up around his neck even tighter. This wasn't funny, he thought as he felt the cool night air tighten around his throat. But even in the coolness of the night, he could feel sweat begin to trickle down his forehead.

Striding along nervously, he kept glancing back over his shoulder at the wolves to see if they were gaining on him.

Then, he caught another movement out of the corner of his eye. There was something moving along parallel with him across the street. Turning, he saw that there was another wolf across the street. Now there were three wolves tailing him.

Quickly turning his attention to the new wolf, he saw that it was another female with curly light-brown fur and a big, full set of tits swaying underneath her belly. She was pacing him, watching him and keeping even with him as she slowly plodded along.

Suddenly, he had the strangest feeling that he was being herded by the three wolves.

But to where? And why? The tickle of fright he had first felt was quickly growing into full-fledged terror as sweat poured off his forehead.

Was he going to be dinner for the three hungry looking wolves?

Wanting to get off the street and escape from the trio of wolves, Warren quickened his pace as he approached the next street. Maybe he ought to forego his visit to Keith's and go on home to get away from the wolves, he thought as he stopped at the corner and looked anxiously down the sidestreet.

The street was deserted as he wondered what to do. Another quick look over his shoulder revealed that the wolves had stopped too. They were all sitting on their haunches, seeming to be waiting for him to make up his mind.

Finally deciding to go down and circle back to Keith's house, Warren took a tentative step down the sidestreet.

He knew immediately that he had made a mistake as another wolf suddenly stepped out from the bushes onto the sidewalk about half way down the block.

Fear now constricted his throat and another shiver of fright tightened his scrotum as he watched the old, gray wolf with short gray hair and big, floppy tits lazily plop down in the middle of the sidewalk. Sitting there, watching him hungrily, she bared her teeth just like the little red wolf had done earlier.

The moonlight glistened wetly on her big, bared fangs driving any further thought of going to Keith's from his mind.

Warren felt a panicky flush of nausea as his balls tightened up around his limp prick when he realized that the wolves now surrounded him.

What did they want with him? Was he really going to be their next meal?

They had made no overt motions in that direction, but there was something else odd about it. They were all females. Maybe they were driving him down the street to where the leader of the pack was waiting to slay him.

Then they would all descend upon him and gorge themselves on his remains. Suddenly, he wondered what his mother would do when she saw his blood-drenched bones scattered across their lawn?

Still, none of them made any move toward him as they stared at him with an air of seemingly bored impatience.

As he stood there trying to decide what to do, the little red wolf slowly got up and took a step toward him, snarling as she came. It was almost as if she were telling him that it was time to move on.

Not wanting to risk an attack from the skinny, little wolf with the pretty, long, red hair, he turned and started walking down the street toward his house. A quick glance over at the big, brown wolf across the street and he saw that she was still keeping in step with him as he shuffled along. He didn't have to look at the others to know that they were following him, too but he couldn't resist the impulse. Sure enough, there they were measuring their pace to match his and keeping exactly the same distance behind him.

Finally, he could see his house bathed in the eerie blue-white luminescence of the full moon. Now it was only a block away.

Anxiously glancing down the sidestreet as he started to cross it, he saw that it was empty. Slowing for a second as he looked, he heard another quiet snarl from behind him. The little red wolf must have sensed his hesitation and was telling him to keep going.

They just seemed to be directing him toward his house. Making sure that he didn't tarry or stop off anywhere along the way.

Suddenly, from somewhere near his house, he heard a low, plaintive howl.

So there was another wolf waiting for him.

Slowing down, he peered toward his house just as a big wolf with dark brown fur loped out of the darkness.

Stopping in the middle his lawn, the wolf plopped down on its haunches as sat there watching him. It was as if it was waiting for him.

"Holy shit," he grunted, "I'm dead meat now."

Then the other wolves began to howl and yap as they excitedly began to draw closer to him.

The whole thing was getting more and more serious, he told himself as the pack of wolves began to roil around him.

Could this really be happening, he asked himself as he listened to the canine chorus around him. It was Halloween after all.

Now he didn't know what to do. Should he keep going toward his house and risk being mauled by the other wolf? Or should he challenge the wolves encircling him and try to outrun them back to Keith's?

The gleam of moonlight sparkled on the little, red wolf's fangs convincing him that it would be foolish to try and outrun the four wolves. He really didn't have a choice, he had to keep heading toward his house. Maybe, he could make a dash for the door when he was closer. Slowly easing his hand down into his pants pocket, he found his keys and nervously sorted through them until he found his house key. Separating it from the other keys as he walked along, he waited for his chance to escape.

Now he was at the head of the walk leading up to his house. He could now see that the other wolf was a female, too as she sat watching him take a tentative step up the walk. Fearing that she would attack him, he was surprised when she made no move toward him as he fearfully stumbled toward his house.

Inching by her, he ran the last few feet and finally stumbled up the steps to the porch.

Hurrying across the porch, he suddenly felt dizzy and as he reached out for the doorknob, he found himself falling.

The last thing he remembered was the jolt of pain that shot up from his knees as every thing went black and he found himself floating in a sea of darkness.

Slowly, the fog in his brain began to clear and he found himself lying on his back staring up at the big, blue moon. Where was he, he wondered as he saw that trees surrounded him?

Looking around in a daze, he saw that he was lying in a clearing. It was then that he saw the fire and the big, iron caldron. Slowly, he struggled to his feet and stumbled over to the fire. Looking down into the big pot hanging over the fire, he could see that whatever it was that was cooking in the pot was bubbling sending little wisps of steam into the air. Whatever it was, it smelled strong. So strong, in fact, that he was getting dizzy just from the fumes wafting up out of the kettle. Then he saw a sheep tied to a tree at the edge of the clearing. What in the Hell, he groaned.

Staggering back away from the fire, he shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out of it.

Standing in the center of the clearing, he heard singing in the distance. It sounded like women singing and it was getting louder as they came closer to the clearing.

It was then that he realized that he was naked.

The women were very close now as Warren tried to make out what they were singing. Whatever it was, it was in a language that he had never heard before.

But what was he doing running around in the woods naked? The question was too taxing for him in the state of mind he was in.

One by one, they came flitting out of the trees and into the clearing. There were four of them, dancing and pirouetting about like ballet dancers as they twirled around him and the bonfire. They were wearing long, diaphanous gowns that billowed out exotically in the bright moonlight revealing the silhouettes of their naked bodies underneath. Each gown matched the color of the women's hair; White, gray, brown and red. Strange, but those particular colors stirred a memory inside his head, but he couldn't recall what it was. It was just as weird as the fact that Warren knew the women. He knew them, but somehow he couldn't recall their names or remember how he knew them. He just knew that he recognized them as they floated around clearing singing like ghostly apparitions. They danced closer and closer to him until they were spinning around him, laughing and holding hands. Faster and faster, they swirled until Warren found himself being lifted up off the ground. It was as if they had willed him to stand. Singing, they danced around him for a few more moments before they abruptly stopped and he came tumbling down to the ground.

In a flash, the women were on him, holding his arms pinned against his body. While he might have been able to fight his way out of their hold, he wasn't afraid of them for some odd reason. In fact, he had a strange feeling of expectation as he watched the woman with the white hair step back away from them and walk over to the big, simmering kettle. Magically, a silver chalice appeared in her hand and she dipped it into the steaming concoction. Lifting the dripping cup out of the brew, she slowly retraced her steps back to Warren holding the cup out in front of her.

Warren felt his head being tilted back by one of the women as the woman in white brought the cup to his lips and poured the hot, sweet mixture into his mouth.

He had no choice but to swallow.

As he did, he could feel the warm sting of the fiery liquor as it flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach. As it poured into his empty stomach, he could feel its intoxicating potency making his head swirl.

Stepping back from him, the lady in white dropped the cup and picked up a stick.

Leaning down, she quickly drew a pentagram in the dirt as Warren looked on with drunken fascination. Wasn't that the sign of devil worship, he thought to himself before he was suddenly whisked to one of the points of the pentagram? As he numbly watched, the smiling women each stepped onto a different point of the pentagram. Groggily, he watched as each of the women lifted their clenched fists and slowly opened them. Staring down into their upturned palms he saw two, tiny, silver rings glistening brightly in each palm.

Then, he felt his own clenched fist rising toward the center of the pentagram. It was lifting of its own volition and he couldn't stop it. As it reached waist height, he watched his fingers unclench until his hand was fully open.

What was happening to him, he asked himself as he watched them, one by one, take his hand and slip one of the rings onto his ring finger. Once all four rings were on his ring finger, the women, all at the same time, slipped the other ring onto their own ring fingers. It was like some kind of crazy kind of wedding ceremony, he dizzily thought.

As he stood there trying to comprehend what was happening, the white-haired woman stepped up and tenderly kissed him on the lips. Warren was taken by surprise and before he could move, each of the women, in turn, stepped up and gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

He was still in a state of confusion, but he couldn't stop his body from reacting as he felt his cock begin to swell and harden. Groggily, he suddenly realized that it was jutting out stiff and hard.

Vaguely embarrassed that he was having an erection in front of the women, he waited to see what would happen next.

Then, he felt the rings encircling his finger began to burn into his flesh. As he looked down, he saw the rings melting together to form one, shining silver band encircling his finger. Amazed, he looked up to find that the women had dropped their gowns and now stood before him naked.

His mouth fell open and eyes bugged out as he gawked at their exposed bodies glowing in the radiating glow of the moon.

They didn't move for a few seconds. Then they moved in around him, pressing their naked bodies against him and kissing and touching him all over. Touching his swollen manhood, caressing it and fondling his dangling balls . . .

That was when he found himself waking up on the porch.

God, what a dream, he thought as he lay there trying to get his wits about him. Then he remembered the wolves.

At least they hadn't devoured him, he thought to himself as he felt the life returning to his arms and legs. But, I've got to get in the house so that they can't get me, he thought to himself as he rolled over and scrambled up to his hands and knees. A frantic look into the yard and he saw that all the wolves were still sitting there watching him.

He started to stand up, but found that he couldn't. There was something wrong with his back. It was so stiff, he couldn't make it up to his feet. Fearing that he had broken something, he moved his arms. They seemed to work fine, but there was something different about them. Looking down at them, he was shocked to see that they were covered with thick, gray hair.

What in the fuck, he groaned to himself? Then, he bent around and looked down at his legs. Oh, my God, he wasn't standing on his knees. He was standing on his all fours. He was covered with hair and he was standing on his all fours. Suddenly, he realized that he was staring down a long, hairy snout with a big, black nose at the end of it.