FSE

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Metro's hands traced the covers on the dusty shelves. The books were arranged in much the same way, feeling little different than the next with only coloured, unlettered spines to tell them apart but still his fingers paused automatically on one, taking the wolf a cogent effort to move his fingers past it. That was strange, strange enough to warrant him picking it up.

He drew the book out, old, sturdy and thick enough that it took his whole palm to cup the spine of it. The cover was blank, a plain purple-dyed tint holding it together. His thumb traced the pages, splitting them at a random point and pushing in, the book flipped open, falling on a page which hooked Metro's curiosity, vague images of silhouetted bodies, with an odd image that looked like some anthro figure straining, crawling out of the cover of a book, maybe even the book he held.

His eyes moved to the text, trying to understand what it was depicting yet it was written in a messy scrawl, like someone who had heard of calligraphy and cursive yet had never been taught any letters beforehand and was freewheeling it.

Still... he found he couldn't look away. His eyes found the start of the text and then his lips began to move on their own, reading it out silently, eyes scanning the lines which themselves glowed in a strange light. It was terrifying him and yet he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop. He felt something inexplicable wash over him then a second force struck him suddenly like a wave of pressure, the clothing he wore took the brunt of the strike, tattering into shreds and flying from him with a force that lifted him off his feet for a moment and even held him aloft.

That made him blush all the more as his eyes reached the end of the page. The spread pages started to shine like the text had before, though that glow hid the lettering and images, becoming a solid wall. The page rippled and then a glowing circle appeared above it, from which a silhouette formed, wolf-like ears and snout grew out as a head, then shoulders, rounded chest and torso emerged. Metro's eyes were transfixed by the face, watching as it drew level with him and then as the magical glow evaporated he stared into a pair of eyes that matched his in shape and colour, cradled by a face that had his same fur. Yet that face came with certain softer features. He and the figure fell to a stand, both looking at each other in wonder, before in unison realising they were naked.

It was as though he were looking at a gender swapped clone, though both of his hands shot to cover below the waist while hers split apart to the chest and waist. It wasn't just some kind of mirror.

He gulped, broken from staring as the book hit the floor with a thud. Licking his lips he asked; "Are you... me?"

"I think so?" She replied. "You, but as a girl, or I guess, you're me, but a guy... Where... is this?"

Metro shrugged a bit bashfully. "I don't rightly know. Hey, so what do I call you?"

"Well, you're Metro but so am I."

"Mind if I call you Metra to keep it simple?" He asked "J-just until we think about things, like, in case we walk out of here and bump into friends."

She thought for a moment but saw the rationality that he did, sharing that, too. "Alright, uh. What made you come here naked?" She asked, firmly keeping her eyes on his face, with a look that demanded he do the same too.

"I didn't." He replied, gesturing to the exploded scraps of clothing. "Look, I'll be honest, I'm kind of having some thoughts." She nodded in agreement, feeling similarly. "I've- well." He shook his head to clear the thoughts. "First things first, I don't know what just happened, I need to work it out. I hope you're not some temporary thing, like, you have your own free will right?"

She gave a look, hopped up and down on the spot before nodding. "Seems so. And I don't feel like I'll vanish."

"Heh, great. No need to rush things, we should get out of here and find something to put on. Maybe there's a spell of 'make clothing' on the next page." he said with a chuckle, turning to the fallen book.

It wasn't there... "Huh?"

"Ah!" Metra yelled as she spotted something seconds before Metro did.

The book was above them, glowing with a new eerie looking light. The pages that once glowed golden now had an angry dark purple. A magical circle like that which had summoned Metra appeared, bigger but looking jagged. The shocked wolfess ducked out of the way but Metro wasn't even aware something was up until it was too close, a cloying feeling squashed over his ears and face, blocking all vision. "Mmh?! Whhhmh? Hmmlhp!"

Metra saw, watching in fear as it shot over his head crackling with matching lightning leaving behind a coating of perfect, unblemished latex.

Metro didn't know what was going on, suddenly the gripping coating had got to his shoulders and pulled him off the floor, his legs kicked, arms flailed. Toes bumping into Metra who had closed in. He felt her arms on his, she was trying to block the falling magical ring by simply being too large for it.

The wolf felt resistance, felt the thing slow down, filling him with hope it might work, then it lurched as though getting over a hump. He heard Metra let out a shrill gasp. "N-no! It's got me too!"

She staggered away but for her, the ring started at her arms, tight and close. It had split into a second one that prevented her arms from parting while gooping them together in a single bound shape.

Once it passed her elbows it also twitched skyward, dragging her to levitate, much like Metro. He was blinded and cut off from his senses, feeling the rubber spread all over him. He heard books fall as Metra kicked out, trying to find another one that might have something inside it that could help. "No, no no, no! Ngggh." She grunted, several books fell open giving nothing of use, while the books that fell closed had a low detailed profile image of different species headshots. Metro tried to fight and block his own covering, but the spreading rubber pinned his hands at his sides, slicked down the tail and moved to make an unbroken bag of rubber around him.

Metra's bindings caught up with the legs, having continued from her arms and going downwards. It left her head and shoulders free, for all the good that did. "Help! If anyone's there, help! There's a cursed book in here!"

Her cries went unheard by anyone except the wolf who shared her predicament. Something new grew from above, long tendrils split from the pages, slithering through the air and grabbing them both.

"No, wai-gmmhph!" Metro felt what Metra did, a wide tendril wrapping over her mouth, then splitting and invading. It pierced the rubber cocoon Metro was in, filling his lips and quivering as if it felt impatient. Another tendril built up around his neck like a collar, squeezing and holding on.

More tendrils pierced the bag without weakening it, seizing him above the elbows and around the wrists, they managed to pull his hands up despite the elasticity that had prevented so much as a twitch from him, joining the wrist binds to his collar like a yoke while his elbows were tied behind his back. Metra similarly was collared, yet she had her arms reinforced in the binder.

As if keeping the theme, the tendrils wrapped over her legs, splitting to tight restraining bands that held them together, while those on Metro forced his legs apart. More concerning were the second wave of tentacles that seemed to trance more sensually, rubbing into the wolves' bodies.

Thin reedy ones found their nipples, thick and firmer ones brushed against their many sensitive spots with a final mass pressing below the hips both at the front and back.

Metro felt himself and heard his feminine clone being teased by the tendrils in an overt manner. "Mmmhh, mh-mhhhh!"

The quivering tendrils in their mouths started to pump, alternating in and out with one below their tails, making both of them quiver. However, Metro felt his sheathed length shrouded by a tendril that solidified and stilled, holding him from expressing the excitement it seemed to be trying to tease out of him.

Metra had the opposite, the tendril at her front was teasing her passionately, forcing her grunts to be louder and more pressured until she finally let out an exhausted gasp. No sooner was she done then Metro felt a light shift between his legs, the solid mass dissolving and toying with him.

He wasn't even left to enjoy it just yet, instead a sudden faster flurry of tentacles flew at them. This third wave started wrapping over every remaining inch, adding pressure and stealing their silhouettes from them, turning them into rounded writhing, vaguely humanoid shapes. From crown to toe, both wolves were turned into highly pressured, teased packages of pulsating tendrils, with one being free to climax while the other was merely edged at best. Whenever one of them was forced into that orgasmic release, they became the victim of chastity and edging, whilst the other was brought up to speed.

With each climax the tentacles twitched too, each kind changing, growing stronger or thicker or more teasing. It was using that energy to feed itself, its magic growing stronger from the living captives. As if it had been testing to see whether they could break free before committing, the few strong tendrils still connected to the book itself started to reel them in toward it.

The book itself was dragged closer, the pages touched the skulls of the wolves, one on both sides and then the book passed over them. It fell to the floor, leaving behind a thick layer of rubber that had the same colour of purple as it's covers. Metro and Metra were compressed down, one lashed to the back and the other to the front as the book cover defied physics in dragging them both in like a vacuum. If there was any relief to be had, it would have come as the cover line passed their hips, yet still both wolves felt the unceasing mix of either teasing of chastity.

The struggling, only vaguely discernable shapes were sucked down, compacted until just their torsos and then their heads were on view. When those were finally subsumed, all that was left on the covers were two nearly matching wolf headshots, just like the other creatures on the closed books around them.

The cursed book fell still, to all outward appearances becoming mundane while inside its personal dimension two poor wolves squirmed helplessly.

Heavy steps crossed the floor boards, a figure bent down, picking up the fallen books and calmly slotting them back into place. The figure turned when the shelf was back to normal and simply left. Hiding all traces of the recent disturbance and the missing intruder.