FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Succubus Sorority

By Misstresschange

Stacey had been searching the university's old library for what seemed like an hour now. Trying to find the right books to help her with her liberal arts thesis was becoming harder than actually writing the damn thing. The snow leopard had followed the librarian's directions a little too far, and now she found herself in a quiet, deserted part of the library. The fluorescent lights were eerily dim in this part and flickered a little. As she got further into this strange part of the library, the lights got subtly dimmer. She stopped for a moment to grab her bearings, and that's when she heard a whisper in her ear.

"Follow."

Startled, she turned her head sharply in the direction of the whisper, expecting to see someone standing right next to her. There was, however, nobody there.

"Hello?" She called out, but there was no response, only silence. There came more whispers, but this time, it sounded like it was from a few rows down.

"Follow, follow...come..."

"Hello?" She called again. She peered down the row of bookshelves; a few lights flickered above her.

"Come...come...follow..."

"Is someone there? I don't appreciate being fucked with like this." Stacey had forgotten about the book she was looking for; her attention now on the voice calling to her. She followed it in the direction from which it was coming. Just a few rows down, she came to an isle at the very end of the library; the brick wall prevented her from continuing. The lights got noticeably dimmer as the bookshelves went on, leaving the end of the isle quite dark.

"So close...come to me..." The voice was coming from the end, where the dark seemed to push back the light. Stacey's face looked concerned; this was getting creepy, yet, something compelled her to indulge in her curiosity. She slowly stepped down the aisle, half expecting someone to jump out at her.

"Yes...right here...I know what you want." Stacey stopped as the whisper spoke, continuing when it stopped. At the end of the aisle, where it was darkest, the bookshelves were barren, except for one book. The book sat flat on the bottom shelf, its cover made from aged red leather. Stacey reached down and picked it up, squinting to make out the cover. There were strange symbols she didn't recognize and a pentagram engraved on the leather. One of Stacy's friends from her sorority house, Ashley, was very much into Wicca and occult stuff. She had let her sit in on a séance with her other friend, Trisha, who shared the same room with Ashley. Ashley would absolutely love this book. Curious, she opened the old tome to the first page, the old parchment paper ruffling as she pulled the cover aside. She looked over the page, but it was covered with lines of the same unreadable symbols as the cover.

She was about to turn the page but stopped in her tracks as the symbols glowed bright magenta. Her eyes blew wide open, startled by the sudden, strange light. She was beyond creeped out now. She thought it best to put the book back and walk away, but just as she was about to, the whisper returned, louder than ever, like it was in her head.

"Read, Stacey...Read."

Stacey felt an inexplicable urge to read the page, finding the symbols now legible. It was as if the strange light had taught her how. She read the lines, icon by icon, this peculiar language now revealed to her.

As Stacey finished the last symbol, the entire book glowed a pulse of magenta light. The leopard dropped the tome to the floor in surprise. A sudden new feeling dwelt inside her, she couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt good. Arousal grew within, and naughty thoughts of touching herself here in the very back of the library permeated in her mind.

These thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing in her purse. She pulled it from her bag and checked the notification. It was Bradley, the bull guy from her classes. She had been flirting with him for weeks, and finally, he had asked her out for coffee. The text from him asked if she was still coming. Stacey checked the time on her phone and realized she was late. She had lost track of time looking around the library.

She apologized with a text and told him she'd be there soon. As she put her phone back, the thought of the bull dominated her mind. She imagined his buff, toned, black, fine-furred body naked, his big, stiff bull cock standing at attention. Stacey took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself, unsure what was coming over her. A tingling was working its way through her privates. Blushing under her fur, she picked the old book off the floor and stuffed it in her purse. She turned down the aisle and hurried back the way she came

As she went, she thought about the possibility of putting out on their first date together. Something she'd usually never do, but as the blood rushed to her sex...it sounded like a good idea.

Trisha sat in her beanbag chair, reading her tabloid magazine. The bobcat tried passing the time the best she could while she and her roommate waited for Stacy to return from her date. Ashley was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, while watching make-up tutorials. The rabbit gazed over at her friend with impatience.

Their friend and sorority sister had texted them earlier about some strange book that seemed relevant to their interests. The last text they received from the girl explained that she was only twenty minutes away from the sorority house and that her date had gone well. Although it had been nearly forty minutes and the two were getting concerned.

"Where the hell is she? I'm starting to get worried." Ashley whined to her friend.

"I dunno? I texted her, like, five minutes ago." On second thought, Trisha didn't seem too concerned. She didn't even take her eyes away from her magazine.

"Well, if she doesn't answer me in one more minute, I'm calling the bitc-" A knock at the door interrupted her. The two of them jumped, startled by the sudden noise. They looked at each other momentarily before Trisha answered from her chair.

"Uh...come in!" The doorknob turned sharply before Stacey burst in, stopping only to wave before making a b-line for Trisha's empty bed. She took off her bag and placed it on the bedspread next to her.

"Hey, guuuuuys!" Stacy greeted the two as she usually did. And Trisha answered with her usual "Heeeyaaa!" but Ashley didn't join in. She had an eyebrow raised at the girl.

"What took so long?" she asked inquisitively, closing her laptop. Trisha had put her magazine down now that her friend was there.

"Well," Stacey started, pausing for effect. "Bradley walked me home after the coffee shop...and we took a detour through the school's park." She paused again, building suspense. Trisha was leaning toward her, listening intently. Her arms folded on her thighs to support her upper body.

"And?" Ashley asked, even more impatient than before. Stacey glanced back and forth between the two.

"He kissed me!" She finally finished, squealing in joy. Trisha jumped from the beanbag. Stacey stood from the bed, and the two joined in a hugging, jumping, celebratory dance. A cacophony of 'eeeeeeeee's piercing the bedroom air. Ashley winced at the noise and waited for the two to settle down.

"He kissed you? On the first date?" She asked, her eyebrow still cocked in suspicion. The two stopped and turned to the girl on the bed. Their arms clung to each other's waists behind their backs. They were pressed pretty close together and didn't seem to be separating, which Ashley found a little strange.

"Yeah, it was great," Stacey replied. "It got pretty heated, actually." The two other girls were starting to feel strange, but not in a bad way, just sort of 'funny.' "We started making out, and I swear to god, in no time at all, he had me pinned against a tree." Unbeknownst to Ashley, Stacey's hand had left Trisha's waist and had slid down to the girl's ass, groping it over her long nightshirt and pajama shorts. She slid her middle finger around her nub of a tail and in-between the girl's ass cheeks, pressing through Trisha's clothes. The bobcat just stood there like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. A steady arousal was flooding her privates, and she blushed heavily under her fur.

"T-then what happened?" Ashley asked, wanting to hear more, an intense arousal growing within her too. She could feel her pussy moistening, and she too blushed heavily under her fur. Stacey continued.

"Well, we kinda like, lost control. He reached under my skirt and rubbed my pussy." Stacey brought her hand under Trisha's nightshirt, slipping it through the waistband of the bobcat's shorts. Her fingers ran down her ass crack until she was able to push her furry middle finger inside Trisha's asshole. Trisha grunted at the intruding digit yet still stood there as if it were completely normal. All of this happening out of Ashley's view, the rabbit focused on visualizing the things her friend was describing.

"Then, he unzipped his jeans and pulled his massive cock out of his boxer briefs. He fingered me while he pulled it out, getting me ready. I was soooo wet." Her voice was getting more and more sensual by the word. The other two girls were getting as wet as Stacey sounded in her recounting. Both girls' hearts pounded in their chests, their faces flush. Trish was rubbing herself through her pajamas right in front of them; neither of them noticed. She imagined her asshole was Stacey's pussy from her story as the snow leopard fingered her.

Ashley had started to absentmindedly rub herself as she listened to her friend's tale. She stared up at Stacey with fascination in her eyes.

"Yeah?" Ashley asked, her interest bordering obsession.

"Yeah, Ash. Then, he shoved his huge twelve-inch bull cock so far in me I thought I'd split in half." Her tone was getting ever more excited. She trusted her finger in and out of Trisha with vigor, and the bobcat girl leaned a little forward to give the snow leopard more room to work. Trish decided to return the favor by taking her hand from Stacey's waist to reach up the girl's knee-high skirt. She pulled the leopard's pink cotton panties out of the way and crammed her middle finger into the girl's asshole.

"Keep...keep going, Stacey." Ashley whimpered. She had eschewed all decorum and showed her hand down her pajama pants. The rabbit pushed past her boyshorts and plunged her fingers into herself.

"He just...started banging me ya know? Just fucked me wild, like a stud." Her voice sounded like she was getting off by simply retelling the story. "He fucked me hard. Up against the tree. Like, up off the ground. Holy shit." She sounded like she was about to cum right there. The other two squirmed as they could feel their own climaxes' building. "I could...feel...his essence." Her voice seemed to drop a few octaves suddenly. "And then...and then...and then." The other two panted like bitches in heat, awaiting the story's climax so they too could climax.

"And then we stopped because one of the campus security guards caught us." She said plainly, talking again like she usually did. "Yeah, should have waited till the sun went all the way down. Oh well. He was nice enough to walk me back here." All three of them seemed to snap out of whatever trance or spell they had been under. The effects still lingered as the two standing girls withdrew their fingers from each other's asses. The two girls who had been listening also took their hands from their crotches.

All three girls seemed to be oblivious of the lewd acts they had just been performing in front of each other. Their heightened state of arousal remained, though. Trisha and Ashley had fires burning in their loins, and they had no idea what to do with them. Trisha turned to sit on her bed next to Stacey's bag.

"That's awesome, Stace. You've been going after that guy for ages. He's in a couple of your classes. Yeah?" She asked, trying to ignore her oddly high state of arousal.

"Yeah, he's on the football team too." The leopard bragged. She was as aroused as the other girls, yet it didn't seem to faze her. Ashley spoke up, wanting to change the subject in a bid to quell her aching need.

"S-so, what was that book you wanted to show us?" She asked, her voice slightly shaking.

"Ooh yes! Check this out!" the excited leopard moved to her bag and undid the flap. She pulled the old book out and handed it to Ashley, who exposed the others to the occult in the first place. The rabbit looked it over, frowning again.

"Wow, this is old. Or at least it's made to look that way." She flipped it over in her hand and opened it to a random page. "Woah, yeah, this is definitely old. We should be careful with this." She glanced over the cryptic words and diagrams. "You said you got this at the library?"

"Yeah, way at the back. I almost got lost." The leopard giggled.

"Let's read some of it together!" Trisha exclaimed, clasping her hands together. Ashley glanced at her before looking back at the pages. She flipped through the pages.

"Hmm, we should be cautious of this; we don't really know what could happen. This is honestly the most genuine tome I've ever seen. Do you mind if I keep this? I'd like to do some research on this tomorrow." Ashley had always been the bookiest of the whole sorority. Despite her own warnings, there was a curious need to perform some mock ritual paired with her aching privates. "If you want, we could probably try...one ritual." She drifted into a trance as she stared down at the tome.

"Sure! Go for it! I'm just going to get changed into my Jammies." The snow leopard strolled out of the room, closing the door on her way out. Her voice broke Ashley's trance. The other two looked at each other, their loins burning with desire.

"Uh...you wanna set up the candles with me?" Ashley asked, trying to break the tension.

"Sure, hun." Trisha went for the Tupperware container under her bed full of candles the three would use for their 'rituals.' Ashley wandered around the room, turning on some blacklights that she and Trish had anchored to the walls when they moved in together. She went to flick the central lights off, leaving the room darker and shaded in ultraviolet.

"Come to me." She heard a whisper from behind her. The rabbit turned to the rest of the room, puzzled.

"Did you say something?" She asked her roommate.

"Uh, no. Why?" the bobcat asked in response. She was busy placing candles on her dresser and lighting them. Their light added to the other's she had already lit, flickering like restless spirits.

"Oh, nothing. I must be getting tired." She shook her head and forgot about it, but only for a moment. The voice whispered to her again.

"Come. Come to me." She cocked her eyebrow and looked to the old book on her bed. She walked toward it, curious. "Yes, come closer." Ashley stopped in front of the book. She wasn't sure whether she was following her curiosity or the whisper's commands.

"Is...that you?" She whispered to the book, thinking herself crazy for doing so.

"Yes...It is...You know it to be true." The book whispered.

"Woah." The rabbit whispered as not to let Trisha hear. "This is nuts."

"I know all your needs, all your desires." The book seemed to speak to her very soul. Ashley felt the unceasing arousal stoking once again.

"Y-yeah?" her voice quivered, and she felt weak in the knees.

"Yes. I know you would do anything to extinguish the lust blazing within you. So does the other. She waits for you." Ashley shakily turned her head and upper body to see Trisha. Her roommate was still placing and lighting candles. This time she was stretching up to put them on a floating shelf, facing away from the rabbit. Unknown to Ashley, the book had been whispering sweet nothings into the bobcat's ears since Stacey left to change. Trisha had been simply listening to the voice in her head, enjoying its enticing words and flatteries. Her pussy drooled and ached with need as she went about her task.

"You know you want her. She feels the same about you. You could relieve each other. Finish what was started." The rabbit turned to face Trisha, her long ears pinned back as she looked on with want. The bobcat's round ass bobbed back and forth as the girl shuffled her weight from one leg to the other. She stared at it.

"Yesssssss. Look at that asssssss. Go ahead, Ashley. Dig in...It's all yours" Ashley's heart beat in her throat. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, and she shook with sexual excitement. Slowly, she took her first steps toward the girl. "Indulge in your sick desires, Ashley. Let your perversions take hold. Eat that ass like it was your last meal."

Ashley was working on autopilot. Her lust had taken control of her, and she went to do the only thing she could think of at that moment. She stopped behind Trisha, who was still placing the last candle on the shelf. The rabbit kneeled behind the bobcat and reached up for the girl's shorts. She had a crazed look in her eyes. Her tongue hung out of her open mouth, and a string of drool hung from her needy tongue. Her fingers grasped Trish's shorts and tugged them down her legs.

Trisha stopped in her tracks. The feeling of her shorts being pulled down made her sigh in relief. She was finally going to get what she had been craving this whole time. The bobcat raised her nubby tail for her roommate, her tail lifting her nightshirt out of the way. The rabbit grouped Trisha's supple asschecks, using her thumbs to pull them apart. With the bobcat's puckered asshole staring Ashley right in the face, the rabbit tossed aside all decency and decorum and planted her muzzle between Trisha's cheeks

"Ooh." Trisha cooed as Ashley's tongue ran over her ass. She clung to the floating shelf, the girl's tongue already making her legs weak. Ashley had never tossed anyone's salad before, but the rabbit ate ass as if she'd done it professionally. All she knew was Trisha's ass tasted terrific, and feeling the bobcat's button on her mouth muscle felt right like nothing she had even done before. Ashley circled the tip of her tongue around the girl's rim. Trisha loved it already.

"Y-yeah, Ashley, that's the stuff. I love the way you do that." The bobcat leaned forward, pushing her ass back so Ashley could get better access. "Yeah, girl, feel free to get right in there. Dig in with that tongue of yours." Ashley accepted the invitation and made smaller, tighter circles around Trisha's rim. She pushed her lupine tongue into the bobcat's previously loosened rectum, her tongue snaking its way inside, going as far as she could. Her mouth encompassed Trisha's crack, and Trisha could feel every wriggle of the girl's tongue within her. It was making her squirm.

"Shit yeah." Trisha moaned out. One of her hands came down from the shelf to her crotch. Lifting her nightshirt, the bobcat went straight for her pussy. She wasted no time plunging two of her fingers into her depths, fingering herself in time with Ashley's tongue thrusts. The squelches of the two girl's actions filled the room. "Mmm. Yes. Tongue fuck my ass, you dirty girl." Her derogatory words only further encouraged the girl.

Trisha relinquished her hand from her pussy and brought it to her open mouth. She sucked her already soaked fingers clean before going back for more, her mouth making a smacking sound as they pulled from her lips. "My lord, I taste good." She complimented herself. Ashley let go of Trisha's right cheek so she could join Trisha in the act of self-pleasure. Her hand dug through her pajama bottoms and panties, seeking out her sex before cramming two fingers in as far as she could.

"Yes...Seek all the pleasures of the flesh you can. Lose yourselves to carnal excess. Nothing is too perverse. Give in to the insatiable lusts burning within and frolic in erotic madness." The voice whispered to them in unison, egging them on, further stoking the fires in her loins. Ashley practically had her short muzzle in Trisha's hole while her tongue plumbed her insides. The two girls furiously fingered themselves, the constraints of decency eroded, no boundaries holding them back. Trisha let a whorish moan escape her throat. She let go of the shelf and stepped forward, using her now free hand to reluctantly pry Ashley from her ass with a *pop*. She had to hold the rabbit back from viciously burying her face back between her cheeks. Her tongue extended as far as it could in a desperate attempt to taste her partner's juicy ass one more time.

"Hold on, you little skank. I've got something else you stick your tongue in," she said to her roommate with a malicious giggle. The bobcat turned around and leaned back into the wall corner, the two sides supporting her. She looked down wickedly at the needy girl. Her other hand abandoned her own pussy and went for the hem of her nightshirt. Lifting it and pulling it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her C-cup breasts and soaked pussy were exposed to the horny slut before her. With her shirt out of the way, she released her hand from Ashley's head and let the girl go to town.

Ashley surged forward and planted her muzzle firmly in the bobcat's sex. The rabbit ate Trisha out like her pussy was an ice cream Sunday and the first food she'd seen after spending a week walking through the hottest desert. Ashley slurped up every bead of juice she could, savoring the girl's flavor. Trisha groaned and gasped at the sensations of having her pussy attacked. Ashley's nose ground into her clit as she tried to get her snout and tongue as deep as she could, obsessed with her roommate's sex. The rabbit took it a step further and reached behind Trisha with the hand that wasn't still fingering herself. She slid two of her digits into the bobcat's ass so she could add the already unbelievable feeling of having her pussy devoured.

"Ugh. Such an eager little slut you are. Lapping me up, so thirsty." Trisha tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Her hands, now free, went for her tits, her fingers rolling her sensitive nubs between her fingers. She let a few ragged moans escape her throat as her whole body lit up, her climax closing in.

The doorknob rattled as someone turned it and the door swung open. Both girls heard this yet continued shamelessly; the whole sorority could pile in, and they wouldn't be able to stop. An audience would only excite them further. Luckily for their reputation, it was only Stacey returning.

The Snow leopard sashayed into the room like a model down a runway. The 'pajamas' she had changed into happened to be very revealing lingerie. A lacy, black satin set of bra and panties covered her private bits. Thigh-high pantyhose covered her legs, and was being held up by a black satin garter belt wrapped around her waist. Black fishnet gloves traced up her arms, almost to her shoulders. As the cherry on top, a black leather chocker clung around her neck, a silver heart holding both ends of the strap together in the middle.

Stacey turned her head to see her two sorority sisters enjoying each other in the corner and thought nothing of it.

"I see you two are having fun." She remarked and moved her head around to take in the atmosphere of the dark room and flickering candlelight. She figured out by now that the book she found at the library must be the source of her strange arousal. As she had gone to change in her room, she felt colder, its power over her waning. As she returned to this room, that warmth returned, and her fading arousal ramped up again. Her two friends were also clear examples of this power. Never would they act upon each other in such a depraved way.

Even with this knowledge, Stacey didn't mind at all. Her longer-term exposure had left her craving it, happy to back in its presence. Its influence had already shaped her decisions, Evident by the enticing choice of 'sleepwear' over her usual, modest nightclothes. It was as if she hadn't been preparing for sleep at all, but instead...something much more exciting.

_"Yes, Stacey, come to me. You are ready. It is time."_The sweet voice whispered into her ears, beckoning her toward the book. The voice was starting to sound more feminine to her, like a ghostly seductress giving her commands.

"Of course." She replied. She was both curious what this strange voice wanted and adamant about following its enthralling orders. Stacey started toward the book, her gaze never leaving its aged leather cover. The leopard's ears twitched at the sound of a groan and a high-pitched squeak as Trisha came. The bobcat squirted musky girl cum into Ashley's mouth, the rabbit thirstily downing every drop. Ashley never stopped; she didn't even slow down. Trisha's hands came down to hold the rabbit's head where it was, pulling her face into her crotch. Ashley's face was being forced into Trisha's pussy so much she couldn't breathe, not that she minded. The rabbit loved being smothered by the bobcat's muff.

Reaching the bed, Stacey picked up the old book, looking it over like she did in the library. A voice in the back of her head told her to run, to throw the book as far from her and her friends as she could. But that voice was silenced as the text on the cover glowed with magenta light. An even stronger feeling of sudden ecstasy shot through her. A broad and evil grin spread across her face as she reveled in this sensation. She let out a long, satisfied sigh as her body shivered with delight. The voice spoke to her again, and she listened with undivided attention.

"Yessssss. Now, continue reading. Begin the ritual. I will show you the way, my dear." Stacey nodded and opened the book to the second page, continuing from earlier. The second page had two paragraphs made up of the same strange symbols. A large pentagram separated both sections in the middle. The words glowed the same magenta color word by word, and suddenly, Stacey could read them, just as back in the library. She read the words aloud, a strange breeze being conjured around her as she read.

Behind her, a long, drawn-out groan came from Trisha as she came again, feeding Ashley more of her juices. When her second orgasm waned, Ashley pried her head from the girl's crotch, struggling against the two hands holding her there. When her head was free, she took a long desperate breath of air; coughing as strings her partner's girl cum was unexpectedly pulled down her airway. She managed to free herself of the girl's grasp but paid for it by falling backward onto the carpeted floor. Ashley barely caught herself with her free hand as it came free from Trisha's ass; her other was still down her pants. She coughed a few more times before catching her breath.

"More...More...I need more, you worthless skank!" Trisha growled at her partner. Despite having two orgasms, the bobcat was no closer to being satisfied. In fact, she was hornier than ever. She stepped toward the rabbit and looked down at her angrily. Ashley returned the aggressive gaze. Her self-pleasure only teasing her; she needed something a lot more. Both of them were slowly turning feral as their attempts at satisfaction only drove their lust to a boil. It was a feedback loop of arousal.

"You've had two already! It's my turn now!" Ashley growled back. She lifted her legs up and franticly pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties, kicking them away. She rolled over onto all fours and presented her drooling pussy to the bobcat, whose mouth watered at the sight of the rabbit's two holes. "Do something, anything! I'll return the favor. J-just dowse the fires in my loins!" She pleaded through gritted teeth, swaying her rear back and forth, her cottontail lifted. Trisha growled and dropped to her knees, planting her face between Ashley's legs. She aggressively ate the rabbit out, going between her pussy and asshole. "Yeeeeessssss." Ashley moaned in approval.

As Stacey finished reading the first paragraph, the pentagram on the page glowed bright, lighting the leopard's enamored face up with magenta light. She stopped reading to giggle at the noises behind her before continuing with the bottom part. Stacey read on, the pentagram starting to crumble and break off. The more she read of the second paragraph, the more the pentagram blew away off the page, circling around her as dust in the summoned wind.

As she concluded the page, the last of the pentagram had disappeared. The wind also stopped, her fur settling back down. Then, suddenly, the same magenta glow from the book lit up the room behind her; she could make out the glow reflecting off the walls in her peripherals. Stacey turned around, the book still in hand, to see the pentagram glowing on the floor. It pulsed in time with her heartbeat, going from black to bright magenta. Stacey could see it was burned into the carpet when it was black, a faint smell of it in the air. It must have been ten feet in diameter and took up most of the center of the room.

Stacey looked across the pentagram to her friends, where Trisha currently had her face buried deep in Ashley's privates. Slurping sounds and moans filled the room, and it made her chuckle maliciously. They looked so adorable, struggling with the futility of sating their lust under the presence of the book. For them, there would be no respite, at least not yet, not as they currently were.

"Step into the circle. Complete the first ritual. Join with me." Stacey did what the voice asked and walked into the center of the pentagram. Unnatural energy surged through her being, sending her libido to new, unbelievable highs. It clearly wasn't affecting her like it did the other two, or indeed she'd be losing herself in a ferocious threesome with the girls. Stacey looked down at the still open book in her hand. The second page turned all by itself, revealing the next. A picture of a barbed, jagged heart with batwings sprouting from both sides and a skinny, spaded tail from the bottom tip adorned the top of the page. A large block of text took up the rest, which glowed like the rest of the pages had, allowing her to read it.

"READ!" The voice shouted, reverberating in her head. The leopard grinned and nodded enthusiastically before bringing the book closer to her face. Instinctively, she held her free hand in the air, her hand grasping vengefully to the ceiling. She cleared her throat and began reading from the text. The more she read, the faster the light of the pentagram pulsed. Eventually, the pulses ended, and it lit up with solid unbroken light. Arcs of magenta lightning bolted between the lines of the pentagram. The closer she got to the bottom of the page, the more energy crackled through the air. The two other girls' fur frazzled about, both of them still oblivious to the events happening around them. The room seemed to shake as the energy of the pentagram grew to a boiling point. As Stacey finished the last word on the page, her fate was sealed.

A blinding pillar of light shot up from the pentagram, engulfing Stacey in an astounding array of purple, magenta, pink and white. The energy released by this sent the two other girls flying into the wall on either side of the door with a loud thud. Their impact cratered the drywall where they struck it. The sound it made was like a raging fire, and a thunderstorm rolled into one. A low bassy hum underlined the noise, accompanied by a harmonic echo that almost resembled an angelic choir. However, nothing about what was happening could be touched by the light of heaven.

The sudden light had blinded the two girls, and the impact against the wall had briefly stunned them. They groaned and rubbed their eyes, trying to regain their vision; their insatiable lust only briefly abated. The two blinked as the multicolored beacon currently filling the room came into view. It radiated its unnatural energy into the two girls, clouding their minds and drawing them ever further into the damnation of their own sick desires. The clearer their vision got, the more the two could picture within the beam.

They could see themselves in the light, each the center of an enormous orgy. First tens, then hundreds of other furs, all extremely attractive, were fornicating all around them and with them. The two girls sat in their places against the wall, their pussies drooling onto the carpet. They couldn't take their eyes off the unbelievable, indescribable acts being performed on and around them within the light. Their eyes watered from the piercing brightness and the sweetening air drying their unblinking eyeballs. The Ashley and Trishas in the light looked to one another. They gave each other flirtatious looks, their eyes drilling into one another's. The two real girls could feel what the images felt, the feeling of sexual longing, the understanding of each other's most debased desires.

The two images looked directly at their real counterparts sensually. The hundreds of furs around them faded away one by one, dissolving into multicolored smoke and being consumed by the pillar of light that contained them. They watched, and the visions of themselves slowly turned their heads back to each other, their faces turning to enticing displays designed to arouse the other. They licked their chops and winked at each other, their hands running over their bodies. The two real girls mimicked everything their visions did, feeling their arousal surging to heights beyond ever before. Suddenly, the two images floated towards each other, embracing in a hungry kiss. Then just as all the other furs in the light, they dissolved away.

Trisha and Ashley both turned their heads to one another, both still with their backs against the wall. Puddles of their secretions stained the carpet below them. They looked at each other, a twisted adoration taking hold. Slowly, their mouths turned from open astonishment to angry grimaces. They began panting as their animalistic cravings fully set in. Ashley's eye twitched, and Trisha snarled, their minds turning feral, only set to devour each other sexually. Then, panting and drooling from their mouths and nether lips, they pounced.

Both girls scrambled to their hands and knees, crawling as fast as they could at each other. Their eyes locked on each other, and their faces displayed a craven madness. Ashley pulled her pajama shirt apart, sending its buttons flying past Trisha as they closed in. She threw off her shirt just in time for them to come together. Both girls met at the mouth, their open maws mashing together. They licked and sucked at each other's mouth in ways that could barely be qualified as a kiss. It was like they were devouring each other rather than making out. Their hands plunged into each other's holes, stroking in and out with vigor. There were no moans and groans, only snarls and growls. There was nothing else to them now but their lust.

The two coupled like this for a few minutes, but eventually, Ashley found things lacking certain...depravity. The rabbit managed to free herself of Trisha, the bobcat growling and grasping at her. Ashley worked to turn around and bend over for the bobcat, who immediately dug her face into the rabbit's ass and pussy mound. The rabbit turned her head to face the ravenous girl behind her, snarling like a crazed animal.

"No...fill me...fill me as much as...I can be." She managed to growl to her partner. Forming words were hard in their feral state, but Trisha knew what she wanted, even with her mind boggled as it was. The bobcat snarled back at the girl and bent down to grab her cottontail, her other hand going for the girl's vagina. At first, she slid two fingers in her, but the rabbit's rabid snarls let her know that wasn't nearly enough. Ashley's partner did as the rabbit wished, sliding another finger in, then a fourth. The bobcat struggled to cram her thumb in too, but, slowly and steadily, with her fingers tapered, her whole hand begun entering Ashley's hole, stretching it wider.

"Rrrrr...yesh...stresch me wide...fisht me...fisht me, Trisha!" She called out like the beast she was becoming, head held high. Slowly but surely, Trisha's whole hand found its way into her. She was so tight, although anybody would be tight for a hand. Trisha had got her hand in up to her wrist; she wriggled her fingers about inside her. Ashley groaned like an animal and bucked her hips against Trisha's arm. That's when Trisha truly gave her what she ultimately wanted. The bobcat snickered through clenched teeth as she curled her fingers toward her palm, effectively making a fist within her. The unreasonable amount of natural lubricant helped her along.

Ashley's vaginal walls clamped down on Trisha's fist as the girl came. The rabbit howled in delight, only stopping to take a snarling, snorting breath. Trisha figured she was due the same treatment. She turned her arm so she could park herself next to Ashley, raising her ass toward the rabbit's front end while propping her own front end up on the rabbit's ass. She raised her tail and shook her bottom, motioning Ashley to shove her hand in one of her holes; either one would be fine. Ashley, however, didn't seem to be taking the hint. Trisha growled and snarled at the girl.

"Fist me back, you stupid bitch!" she snapped at her. "Don't leave me...ggrrrrrrr...unused." The rabbit snapped out of it and growled back at the sassy bobcat.

"Grrrrr...Fine! I will, you fucking skank!" the rabbit girl reluctantly shoved her right hand in her mouth, tasting the sticky residue from before. With her hand lubed up with her saliva, she drove her three middlemost fingers into Trisha's previously licked asshole. "How you like this?" she asked sassily as her three fingers stretched the bobcat's ring wider, her pinky and thumb entering close behind. Trisha let out a satisfied growl as her ass stretched wide; she started moving her fist back and forth inside Ashley almost as a reward.

"Yesssss...fist my ass little whore. Fill me. Stretch me wide open." The rabbit did what was commanded and crammed the last of her hand inside. The bobcat screeched, covering up the slurping noise of Ashley's hand sinking into her roommate's insides. Trisha arched her back and groaned as Ashley curled her fingers into a fist. The two girls growled and snarled and moaned and made a plethora of other feral noises as they fisted each other on the carpet. Meanwhile, Stacy had been experiencing something completely different.

As the two had been ravishing each other cravenly, Stacey was undergoing a metamorphosis. The second the pillar of light engulfed her, she became exposed to the powers of the underworld. The pentagram was not merely a diagram but a portal to the second circle of hell--the circle of lust. When Stacy read the third page, it activated the portal, allowing a piece of the second circle to surge into the mortal realm. Fortunately, this piece was bound to the diameter of the pentagram itself. However, its effects would be felt throughout the sorority house.

Stacey was exposed to the powers of hell within the light, her body free for possession by any daemon who fancied her soul. There was one daemon in particular who wanted the girl for herself. She had written the book that Stacey had been reading. Her voice had been the one guiding her the entire time as well. Not to mention encouraging her friends to enact such depraved deeds on each other, deeds that she had imprinted on their feeble minds. She had been waiting for this moment, and as Stacey opened the portal between their realms, she was poised and ready to take the girl as her own.

"Join with me, Stacey. Let us become one." The voice, clearly feminine, boomed authoritatively all around her. The roiling storm of lust swarmed about, weathering the girl's body and mind. She felt terrific; the mists of pure elation setting every nerve ending in her body off like a bomb. Thousands of tiny static jolts excited every square centimeter of her.

"Yes...Join with me. Let us become...one." She answered enthusiastically. Her voice shook, not with fear but with depraved glee. The last bastion keeping the daemon succubus from possessing her had been reduced to rubble, and now, nothing would stop her.

Stacey felt the entity enter her. It felt cold as ice, but the longer it stayed within her, the warmer this feeling became. At first, it was just her body, merely a vessel for which the succubus could inhabit. But with Stacey directly exposed to the energies of hell, the daemon could take her possession of the girl so much further. When the succubus had fully rested inside the girl, the second phase of possession could begin, a level that was rarely ever reached for a daemon interested in taking a moral being.

Stacey moaned. She felt a sensation she had never felt before in her life. It felt strange and dissociating like she was experiencing a fever dream. At the same time, it felt warm and comforting, like a loved one giving her a big hug. This feeling was the succubus, herself, merging with Stacey's soul. Rather than just using Stacey's body, she became a new version of the girl, and Stacey became a new version of the daemon. Neither would dominate the other, but rather, they would meld together as one being, controlling her body. Stacey would give all of her worldly experience and memories to the succubus while gaining the knowledge and power of the daemon.

She cried out into the void as she and the succubus merged. The girl could feel her soul warping and corrupting as it split, making room for the daemon. The succubus seamlessly joined with Stacey, the leopard shuddering as her form fully accepted the new entity. Stacey screamed as her physical form changed to match her daemonic counterpart. Large, jet black bat wings exploded from her back, extending out from her shoulder blades. The tip of her tail sprouted a black, spade-like tip and her elbows grew bone spikes, curving upwards along her upper arm. Her teeth sharpened, and her tongue split down the middle, becoming long and forked. It slipped from her mouth and tasted the musky air of the second circle.

The final change came from the top of her head. Large, black, twisting horns protruded from her scalp, growing backward past her ears and stopping at two feet long. Their surfaces were ribbed with ring-like bumps, and their obsidian colors shimmered in the warped light of the portal. With this, Stacey was complete, ready to go out into the mortal world and harvest other's essence through perverted actions. Stacey had become unbound by the daemon side of herself, no longer having any boundaries, seeing any others as toys or as food. She abandoned her petty morals and decency; she was something so much greater than that now. She was lust incarnate.

The pillar of light withdrew faster than one could blink, leaving Stacey standing in the center of the pentagram. The dim room once again flickered with candlelight. The new daemon girl looked down at her friends. The two girls were making feral growls and moans as they desperately fisted one another. Their holes gaped open as they had obviously been switching back and forth between them. Hell only knew how many times they had cum; one could only guess by the sticky puddles of girl cum on the ground below them. Their soaking wet forearms slid in and out of whichever hole was currently being used, adding squelching sounds to their vocalized ones.

Trisha looked up at Stacey from Ashley's ass, where the bobcat had buried her muzzle moments ago. She looked exhausted; her mind and spirit had clearly broken long ago. The never-ending, insatiable lust had consumed them as every orgasm they experienced had only generated a greater desire and arousal within. They were utterly feral now, living only to pursue the pleasures of the flesh and fur. They would continue like this until they collapsed from exhaustion, starvation, or thirst and died. But Stacey would not allow this; death was counterintuitive to what she had in mind. She was a Daemon of lust, not violence. Besides, she loved her friends and wished for them to join her on her quest for essence. The bobcat looked to Stacey desperately, tears welling in her eyes, before stuffing her muzzle back into Ashley's ass.

Stacey gave Trisha a toothy grin, watching her struggling futilely to satisfy her lust. As much as this pleased Stacey's new, pronounced sadistic side, she wished to have her minions join her here in the mortal plane. She strode toward the two girls. Her hands came down and grabbed Ashley by her long ears, her other hand grabbing a wad of Trisha's long cheek fur. She pulled the two, forcing them to reluctantly scramble on their hands and knees to avoid the pain of being yanked by their daemonic friend. Wet popping noises followed as their fists came loose from each other's orifices.

"Come here, you little twats! I've got the relief you've been craving so." She dragged the two into the pentagram. Their frustrated growls made her grin to herself. When she reached the center of the circle, she let go of the girls. Once free, they attacked each other again, unable to keep their hands and mouths off each other. Stacey picked her tome off the ground next to them and turned it to the fourth page. Two smaller icons identical to the heart on the last page took up the top of this one, side by side. The bottom half of the page was text, text that Stacey could now read fluently, without magical assistance.

She took a few steps back until she was out of the circle. Then, she read the words, eager to retrieve her minions. The moment she spoke the last word, the same pillar of daemonic light engulfed the two girls, who were still going at it. Within the light, the two were lifted from the ground and separated. They tried desperately to grasp at one another but couldn't find a hold, growling and snarling in protest. The two entities waiting had plans for them. In the girl's feral, lust-addled state, they would have no chance of resisting the lesser succubi as they joined with the girls. The daemons pressed the advantage and hastily tethered themselves to the girls.

The girls howled at the feeling of having otherworldly beings forcing their way inside their bodies. Their feral minds were unable to comprehend what was happening. They shook and thrashed all they could, but it was no use. The daemons grabbed hold of their souls and pulled their way into the shrieking girls, their souls already merging with the intruding beings. The cries and howls of the two slowly but surely turned to pleasing grunts and moans as their souls warped, just as Stacey's had.

The two girls' eyes rolled into the back of their heads; the feeling of having daemonic forces joining with them and corrupting their souls felt amazing like nothing they had felt before. It cleared their minds of the lustful haze that had clouded them and turned them into insatiable beasts. They could finally think straight, but with both of them becoming possessed, 'straight' was a relative term. The boundaries and morals they once held dear and lived their lives by were being stripped away and replaced by the need for essence. They'd fuck anybody, regardless of the relationships.

Soon, the last of the purity left in their souls was warped and twisted. The two girls mewled and cooed as the two daemons settled inside them, thoroughly combining with their hosts, becoming one. Pairs of wings burst from their backs, just as Stacey's had, but smaller. Horns grew from their heads, too, a lot shorter than Stacey's, red, and shaped like cliché horns one might buy from a Halloween store. Finally, long, slim, furless tails snaked out from their original tails, growing several feet before stopping and ending in a spaded tip the size of one of their hands. Trisha and Ashley looked at each other; wicked smiles crept across their faces as their eyes connected. They were complete.

They drifted back down to the floor. The blinding pillar of light disappeared the moment their feet touched the ground. The burnt, black pentagram smoked from the energy released, the smell of melted carpet lingered in the air. The two turned to Stacey, who had taken a seat on Trisha's bed, the tome, her grimour to be exact, sitting next to her. Her left hand was supporting her upper body while her right hand stroked her sex, her panties pulled to the side. Even in the dim candlelight, her pussy glistened with juices. The two others licked their lips thirstily, crazing a taste of fuck juice.

"Glad to see you two made it. Do you feel better?" The greater succubus/girl asked, her hand still going to work on herself.

"I feel amazing," Trisha answered first, her hand now stroking her pussy.

"Yes, much better. I was starting to lose my mind back there." Ashley chuckled wickedly, one of her hands tweaking her nipple. Stacey snorted and pulled her hand from her sex, giving the girls full view.

"That's good; I feel the three of us will do well at collecting the essences of others." She licked her lips at the mention of essence.

"Mmmm, yes, glorious essence," Ashley remarked. The two lesser girl's mouths watered profusely, their human halves unused to the cravings of their succubus halves. The three would have to get used to a host of different things they weren't used to from their lives with pure souls. There was nothing they could do. If the daemons left their bodies, their souls would shatter, and their hearts would stop. However, the daemons would be banished back to the underworld, where they'd have to start from scratch. Manifesting a new grimour, finding a gullible enough soul to read the tome could take centuries.

"Why don't you twats come over here and eat me out, then we'll visit our sorority sisters." She beckoned them to her with a curling finger. The two looked at each other mischievously, then back at Stacey. They held each other's hands as they made their way to their greater. The two kneeled before Stacey and leaned forward, sticking their muzzles into her crotch. They took turns licking at Stacey's slick pair of pussy lips, sometimes both of them licked at once, covering every necessary area.

They heard the girl above them give a long sigh as she came in no time at all. One of her hands went back and forth, petting their heads. The two kept on going, and she figured one more orgasm would be enough before checking on the rest of the house. Their twelve other sorority sisters would indeed be feeling the effects of the portal opening not once but twice. An inexplicable lust would quickly grow within them based on how close they had been to the pentagram at the time. Once they entirely gave themselves over to their carnal desires, they could be controlled by either of the three. Their consciousnesses could be imprisoned within them, making them puppets of Stacey. They would be prisoners in their own bodies, forced to watch through their own eyes as their bodies lived out their lives and followed Stacey's commands.

Stacey shuddered and let out a gasp as she came again. She sat up all the way and gently pulled each girl from her crotch by their ears.

"Alright, you two, I think it's time we showed ourselves to our sisters. There's so much fun to be had." She grinned wickedly at the girls, and they looked at each other. They looked into each other's eyes momentarily before sharing a passionate kiss. When they pulled away, their forked tongues still swirled together. They looked back at Stacey and shared the same grin as the snow leopard. They answered her in unison.

"We're ready, Stacey. Let's have some fun."