Kinky Potions

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Well, well, well, would you look at what we have here?"

Cynder grinned, the kitsune anthro with her arms folded across her bare chest. Although she wore panties, they showed the shape of her backside more than they concealed her modesty, her two blue-tipped tails waving back and forth gently. It was a little tell for her, a tic that showed her need, even if she didn't show her pets that all the time.

Her cock throbbed against the front of her panties, aroused and yet only showing a bulge, though it was too large to be concealed completely, no matter how clever undergarments were those days. There, she had them right where she wanted them, tied up on her large bed, the bed of their mistress. The bed that they knew was hers and hers alone, even though they could have slept in it at any time, named for one and one of them alone.

It was the mark of the kitsune, after all, to claim her bed and the pets that laid in it, her tails flicking gently, licking her lips. If they weren't so delicious, maybe she would not have taken such great pleasure in adoring them in such a way...

Softpurr wriggled, the chakat's arms bound behind her back and her legs bound in sleeves, so that her fronts and her hinds, respectively, were pressed together. It was a type of bondage, with the binder being something like what could have bound one's forearms together, laid smoothly against one another behind the submissive individual's back. It left Softpurr delicious helpless and exposed, her long, feline tail whipping back and forth, left unbound but utterly hapless to do anything about her position. Not that she would have wanted to change anything as she squirmed, mewling faintly.

Silveratus, on the other hand, lay there calmly and quietly on her back, her hind legs spread while the chakat's forelegs were tied up to her chest, as if she was begging. Her black coat gleamed with good health, a similar feline-type taur to Softpurr, though silvery rosettes like the markings of a king cheetah reversed dotted her coat, tastefully. Her long, like-coloured hair splayed out over the pillow as she laid there like a treat to be devoured, her mistress rumbling over her. She shivered in her bondage, eyes flicking from her mistress' cocks to her breasts, roaming deviously, imagining all that was to come. With the spreader bar between the ankles of her hind legs, she ached more than ever for it. Of course, the throbbing cocks of both of the kitsune's pets gave their true desires away, even if the leak and gleam of arousal across the folds of their pussies did not.

"Bottoms up, pets."

That was the only reason that Cynder had left them ungagged, the anthro in a better position with two legs rather than four, at that time, to crawl onto the bed with a grin, tipping Softpurr's head back first. The chakat swallowed obediently, trembling in a bristle of blue and black fur, though the potion was not particularly flavourful. A similar one, the liquid clear, slipped down Silveratus' throat, the taur wriggling as she struggled to swallow while lying down.

"There you go, pets..." Cynder crooned, eyes gleaming. "Let that settle in you..."

She left them to it, gasping and wriggling, for they could not help it as the potions went to work on their bodies, exactly as Cynder knew they would. The potions had cost her a pretty penny, even with magic being a tradeable commodity in the world, working their way down to the tails of her pets. She took a quick swig of another potion, one that could be devoured several times before the bottle was empty, for she had gotten a good amount, her body churning and grumbling as the changes worked their way through her.

But, first, Cynder got the pleasure of watching the tails of her pets, willing unbound and left "free" to wave back and forth, shifting and bulging, changing before her eyes. The potion was an interesting little one indeed, allowing Softpurr and Silveratus' tails to bulge at the tips, blossoming and parting into hungry "maws". Yet they were so much more than that as they squealed and yawned widely, their gaping, toothless mouths starving for what Cynder could offer them, connected to the digestive system of the chakats so that everything deposited down the hungry mouth of the tailmaw would end up right where it belonged.

"Ohhh... Oh!"

Silveratus squealed, losing control, though the chakat's body ached obviously for it, cum gleaming on her shaft. Yet there was something about that length that Cynder mused to change too, a glint in her eye.

Soon...

Cynder's body, however, caught up with the potion, her cock aching as it split at the base, two shafts rather than one forming, though they settled to a size, bulging with need, that was akin to her original sizeable length. More than any fur could usually take, without the aid of a magical body to seat it within, both hot lengths swelled and ached, grinding up against one another, their seating within her soft sheath flexible enough so that they could be tugged to sit side by side or one above the other. The kitsune trembled, moaning, licking her lips. That was good, very good... She was sure that flexibility would come in handy with what she had in mind for her pets.

"Ah... Mistress... Oh!" Softpurr moaned, shuddering on her back, her cock throbbing, pussy dripping. "It... It's...so hungry!"

And the tailmaw most certainly was, in a way that no one who had never had one for themselves could honestly depict. It parted its hungry little mouth as if it wanted to swallow up everything around it, though that was soon to come. Lovingly, Cynder tipped half of the final potion down her own throat, letting them see every gulp, the potion delving deep into her stomach where it could best work its magic. Silveratus whimpered, though speech was stripped from the chakat in her moment of need, trying to twitch and ram her own tailmaw back and forth to better please her mistress. There were some things, after all, that.

While they panted in the heaving prelude to orgasm, Cynder giggled, taking a moment to enjoy herself, stroking her throbbing cocks. Pressing the two lengths together, she rolled her hips forward sensually, enjoying the throb of them, how they felt as if she was about to blow her load already. Fuck, that was hot.

"Darlings, you're not going to know what hit you today."

She meant it too, up on the bed with them, a tailmaw in each paw. They lunged hungrily for her cocks, though she had to help them latch onto one dick each, swallowing the lengths to the hilt once they had been positioned just so. The kitsune rolled her head back a little, grunting deep in the back of her throat, driving deep, thrusting, though her cocks were not sealed inside the tailmaws, not quite yet.

That would come soon, however, as she stuffed them full, letting them work her over, breath coming in short, sharp pants, her longer, fox-like muzzle quivering with delight. Was there anything like getting a cock sucked, let alone two? Cynder didn't think so. Yet the potions worked over her, a final one, as they squirmed and mewled helplessly, panting, heaving, flanks shuddering for snatches of breath that would never be enough until they were a quivering mess in the afterglow of multiple orgasms.

Cocks were all well and good, of course...but it was more fun when they suited the image in her mind, after all, her pets moaning as Cynder's lengths morphed within their tailmaws, swelling, growing, bulging out as they transformed into full-on horse cocks, at least two feet long. Cynder purred as well as a kitsune could, thrusting hungrily, licking her lips as she watched them shift before her eyes. She pulled out only far enough to get a glimpse of the colour of them, the shade a rich purple-blue that was not too far from her natural shading, though the tapered, rounded tip was gone in lieu of a thick flare that begged attention.

"Mmph... Oh, you feel that, sweeties?" She panted, tongue lolling out of her muzzle as Cynder thrust and thrust. "Mmm, oh, that's so good!"

Exactly as she wanted. Well, she had not thought about how she'd wanted both of her new dicks to be, but they were hot, more than thick enough that they were as thick around as her forearm, throbbing, drooling. The best thing about them, however, were the inflated, swollen knots at the base of each one, more of a bulge than a true knot, as they would not deflate until the potions had run their course and both her dicks and their bodies were back to normal.

"Now..." She breathed, thrusting, letting their tailmaws suck at her, rippling around her two hard cocks. "Now, you are ready, pets... You're going to have a night to remember indeed!"

The knots of the kitsune's cocks throbbed, aching, though she crammed them deep, using the brute force of her body to shove them straight into the tailmaws, forcing them to swallow the football-sized knots whole, gulping them down. Her pets gasped, sensations travelling back through their tails from their nervous system, quivering, drooling, trying to work new muscles to suckle and lap over their mistress' shafts.

They may not have had tongues that, in a position like that, they could use, but Softpurr could only think of pleasing her mistress, her blue hair clinging to her face as she tried desperately to twist back and forth, managing only to get over on her side. The bed bowed and creaked under their weight, the mattress holding but the frame swaying faintly, even if it had never given out before, and the chakat mewled as her mistress rampantly fucked her tailmaw. Why did that feel so good than having one of her usual holes filled? Her head swam with lust, wondering only faintly whether that was due to the potion, the lewd slop and slurp of her tailmaw around one of her mistress' cocks filling the air.

The knots were the best part, however, Silveratus thought through a haze of pleasure, orgasm taking her body, though the rosette spotted chakat could not honestly say how she could get an orgasm from a tailmaw. She didn't know enough about that, though it was a good thing, in that case, that her mistress knew enough for all combined, thrusting and slamming deep, though never pulling back enough to pull the fat knots out. The chakat's tailmaw bulged obscenely and her stomach grumbled, though it did not take a genius to know what was going on there, how many loads, one after the other, would be dumped down both tailmaws.

Cynder's balls ached and churned urgently with a load of cum that needed to be spent, yet she relished the moment, thrusting, grinding, slamming in deep. There was still space after her knot, even if it was only a couple of inches, enough for her to thrust, though her thrusting only tugged the tailmaws back and forth, further cementing her dominance over her pets. It was easy enough for her to do as the rumbling, gulping slurps of the hungry tailmaws worked her over, rippling and pulling as if they were entirely composed of muscle made for milking dicks. With all the kitsune knew about tailmaws, they may as well have had no other purpose in the world than that.

She put her paws back behind her head, allowing the moment to be as it was, rolling her hips, grinding, thrusting, moaning through it. Her pets took it all, eyes on her, though Softpurr on her side had to twist to look back at her. Oh, she adored them, loved them, her sweet little things. The chakats were so much more than she could ever have asked for, though all was as Cynder wanted it, every roll of her hips cramming her cocks deep.

The first orgasm caught them all by surprise, Silveratus squirming. The first the chakat knew of her mistress cumming was the heavy slop and gurgle of cum pouring down the "throat" of the tailmaw, though she didn't even know if it could be called that. It was just lustful, the rumbling sounds of swallowing pulling through the room, filling the bedroom as if it was the pipes themselves that were making noise, not the taurs and anthro within.

It rumbled forth, bubbling up deep within Silveratus and Softpurr, the chakats catching their breath, arching their backs, even trying to grind back onto those cocks with their tailmaws in their bondage. Each rumbling pulse of cum showed through their tails as a thick bulge as it pushed down the length of their tails, filling their bellies directly as they moaned and wriggled.

"Oh, yes!"

"Mistress, fill me!"

"Ah... Oh, so much!"

They cried out for Cynder over and over again, though the passion of the moment was exactly as it was meant to be, churning through deep within them, a driving shudder of cum unlike anything they'd ever had before. Cynder rolled her hips, driving deeper, enjoying the moment, letting their tailmaws milk her even if her pets didn't even realise what they were doing. Oh, she loved how they cried out for her, how they moaned for her, wanting it all, whimpering, whining, pleading for her to fill them. Little did they know that that little potion she'd taken increased her "production" even more than usual, allowing her to cum several times over her usual volume without even breaking a sweat.

That was where the knots would come into play, ensuring that her cocks stayed locked and secured inside those sexy tailmaws, throbbing, aching, milked constantly for her load as pleasure drained the kitsune. It was an easy position of dominance to take as she groaned deep in the back of her throat, rolling her head back, her paws on the rumps of her pets, stroking their tails, running her fingers lovingly over every bit of them that she could reach.

"Mmm... Darlings, how's that feeling?"

Softpurr whimpered, her jaw hanging open, not capable of saying anything. It was Silveratus who had to give voice to the lust inside her.

"Mmm, oh, yes, mistress, that's wonderful..." She purred, whiskers twitching, her stomach fuller, though nowhere near enough -- not yet. "Please... Fill me up!"

As if there was anything else that could happen there! Cynder moaned and thrust slowly, sensually, taking her time, for there would be plenty of time to go rough and hard, as much as there would be for the slow and sensual. She could take in every stroke as she pleased, using her pets, letting them quiver in their bondage while they couldn't do a damn thing about what she was doing to them.

That was how they liked it as the tailmaws milked and milked their mistress, suckling down her cum, the cum of the kitsune that they adored so much. She only knew the pulse of orgasm taking cum from her balls, aching and pulsing, her body desperate for it.

"Mmm... Do you know how much cum you're going to take from me, my lovelies?" She crooned to the pair, though they squirmed, their bodies bubbling and rumbling with cum. "All of this lovely cum... It's aching for it, wanting to fill you. It's going to bloat you up, pushing through your guts, working its way up to your stomachs. You're going to love every second of it, darlings."

She loved doing it to them, teasing them, allowing the moment to be exactly as it was. Cynder didn't have to do anything in particular as the tailmaws milked her, working around her cocks, the thick knots swelling even more, though the kitsune had not even known that that was possible. They were so thick and large around that it was a wonder that even the flexible, cock sucking tailmaws were able to take them. That was the beauty of a touch of magic, however, making the strange possible, exotically and erotically so.

They couldn't do anything about that, not in a moment like that, not as it pulsed through them, cum bubbling down to their lower abdomens, working its way through them, though another load of cum was quick to follow the first. It swelled through the pit of Silveratus and Softpurr's bellies, making them feel full, though the swell was further back than they might have expected. In the heat of the moment, the passion of it all, it was not as if they knew what was happening, orgasm after orgasm ripping through them.

Their tailmaws conveyed their orgasm to their brains, new nerve-endings tingling with arousal, prickling with sensation. The more they sucked, the more they conveyed a twisted sort of orgasm. It came without their pussies clenching down around imaginary cocks, as much as they and their dicks leaked with arousal, rippling and pulsing through to the very core of their beings. A tailmaw orgasm, indeed, was something that had to be experienced to be believed and felt as the hungry lengths of the tailmaws rippled and dragged at the two cocks that were set on giving them so much pleasure.

Silveratus heaved, her mistress helping to set her a little more on her belly, though it was harder for her to sit like that, even if she pushed her legs back a little bit more. The spreader bar between her hind ankles was tighter and more restrictive than she had considered, yet the restriction of the bondage soothed her. It was good to be contained, knowing, in that way, that her mistress was looking after her, that she was being always taken care of.

She rested more heavily on her chest, however, the chest of her taur half, her breasts pressed to the pillows as the chakat turned her cheek softly to press into them. She moaned as her body ached, cock crushed into the bed, head swimming with orgasm after orgasm, pleasure hitting the centre of her form like it never had before. Dimly, she was aware that Softpurr beside her was faring no better, facing her with her belly bloating out and out, bulges running down the lengths of both their tailmaws as another load of cum all over again was dumped down them.

How much could they take? Oh, they had taken so, so much of their mistress' cum before, but never both together! Cynder had never fucked them with two cocks before, the kitsune a force to be reckoned with as she thrust wildly, her moans filling the air. Yet the gurling slurps and gargles of the tailmaws drinking down load after load of cum, gulping it all down, filled the air, betraying just how much more their mistress had that time around.

Bulges travelled as if in slow-motion down the entire, twisting length of the tailmaws, the whole length of them something erotic, tingling with sensation. Softpurr cried out, grinding into the sheets, rumpling them up under her twisting weight, though the chakat with her wild hair wound around the crown of her head could not be restrained. It was a good thing that she was in bondage too, despite biting into the pillows to try and seal away her moans. It was a failed effort at best, though not something, frankly, that the chakat had to do.

It was just too good, too good as it pulsed through her, her flanks swelling out, gurgling deeply. As much as she loved the noises, it made her cum all the harder, painting the sheets with her lust, though it was the climaxes of her mistress that were of the greatest importance to her. Everything else could fall by the wayside as long as she pleased her mistress. Softpurr purred and purred, trying to twitch her tail back and forth, yet that motion was denied to her as the tailmaw took control, her belly bulging with another load of cum.

Just how much had she managed to take? How many times had Cynder cum? The chakat did not know, could not know, not as her guts rumbled, her belly starting to fill as cum was forced all the way up. That time, she could not tell whether it would end up bubbling through her throat and out her mouth or if the magic would keep it locked inside her, bloating out more and more, past pregnant levels by far, but she couldn't' wait to find out.