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Larana's Halloween Justice

By Danath

Characters © Boo3

Original artwork by Boo3: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9897213/

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This plane's existence possessed no magical fields of any great strength, but made up for it in a real lack of magical users.

Larana stretched across a dark purple, velvet-lined chaise lounge, sighing as she felt the energies of two crossing ley lines around her. It was like a magical spa. Of course, the lines were only strong enough for this sort of pleasure-not-business activity around the time of the human's Halloween holidays. There was an equivalent on Larana's plane, of course, but there the magic was stronger, the holiday more potent, the effects more... magical. There were also too many magical types and not enough lines to go around.

The dragoness stretched her long, silver arms above her head, past her smooth snout and golden horns. She stroked her fingers through her long, shockingly red hair, and pulled a leg up close, sighing as the current of energy traveled through her. She couldn't feel anyone else on the line, so to speak. It was a feast.

The house on which the crossing was built was, of course, appropriate. The ley lines could influence behaviors, even when weak. The house was tall and mansion-esque, though still situated in a busy part of the older city. Tall, mighty trees filled the backyard and hid much of the view of the house from the street, where a crumbling brick wall and a wrought-iron gate stood guard.

Larana bought the place for the aesthetics inside, of course. Antique furniture, all velvet and plush. Gold trimmed blankets and curtains. Recliners, couches, day beds, with a separate, unique theme to every room. The dragon enjoyed her vacation home very much.

She smoothed her long white claws across her chest, drawing the white fabric of the short, sleeveless dress taut across her four breasts. The upper pair was slightly larger than the lower, but both were hugged tightly by the white fabric, which slid up one side, around the back of the dragon's neck, and back down the other, leaving her neck, cleavage, and belly bare. As appropriate for the dragon, her skin was smooth, but ridged down her frontside, a leftover from the more violent times when stomach-armor was more important from a genetic perspective. Now, it was merely cosmetic.

Larana smiled, basking in the energy, not wanting to leave for anything. The short skirt wafted around her hips, lifting up a bit as she floated into the air a foot or so above the couch. A faint blue glow emanated from the silver dragoness's fingertips as she hovered, shivering and moving her legs. The skirt lifted higher, betraying the reptile's thick male arousal. A smooth hand slid over it, softly stroking, adjusting the length inside of her taut white panties. Beneath her, a long white tail twitched against the couch. Curved yellow spikes like triangles ran up the tail, spaced a half foot or so apart, staring at the tip of her tail and ending between her shoulderblades. Her hair draped downwards as she arched her hips, moaning with pleasure, heat building between her legs. All four nipples pushed against the fabric, neatly outlined, as both of her hands wrapped around her draconic shaft.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Larana's eyes went wide and she fell a foot down onto the chaise lounge, nearly bouncing off it onto the floor. She hopped to her feet and closed her eyes, chanting something softly under her breath. The blue glow returned, but this time, Larana's features changed. Her body transformed, shifting smoothly into the shape of a normal - albeit buxom - human with very pale skin and long red hair. The dress hugged her body much better in this form, as she was quite a bit taller in her natural state.

The transformation took less than a minute in total. She ran barefoot towards the door, scooping up a bowl of candy on the way.

"Coming!" she called out.

The dragoness was, when at home, a strict observer of the various rituals associated with the holiday. On this plane, those rituals were less formal, but the dragoness felt a certain moral obligation to treat them seriously. She knew she could be at home, taking part, and it was mere personal pleasure that drew her back to this plane year after year. Ensuring a steady supply of candy and answering the door for any trick or treater who dared past her scary decorations (scarecrow, jack 'o lanterns, and a motion-activated noisebox that screamed at people walking by the gate) was her way of making sure the holiday was held with the appropriate reverence - as irreverent as the holiday was here. It was kind of nice, in a way, Larana thought. Sometimes she wondered whether her fellow dragons took things too seriously.

"Oh, look at the cost-"

Larana flung open the door and abruptly stopped speaking. A young man stood on her front steps holding a plastic bag. He was dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.

"Trick or treat," he said, shoving his bag towards her.

Definitely older than the normal age, judging from his voice, Larana thought. Though telling age on humans was so difficult sometimes. Still, she recognized the logo on his t-shirt as that of a local college. She could smell alcohol on his breath as well, though that didn't necessarily mean he was 21.

"Where's your costume?" Larana demanded.

"Oh, come on. I just want some candy!"

There was raucous laughter at that from the bottom of the steps, where four or five of the trick-or-treater's friends had smashed one of her pumpkins.

"Hey! Stop that!"

Larana rushed down the steps, appalled at the behavior she was witnessing. On her plane, nobody would dare...

Of course. She wasn't on her plane. She couldn't expect these hooligans to understand the significance of the holiday, being mere magic-less primates.

A hand slapped her butt as she bent over to pick up her ruined pumpkin. There was more laughter as she stood, fuming. Without thinking, she shot out her hand, pointing it at the original trick-or-treater.

It wasn't so much words that they heard her speak, but a series of strange vowels and noises that only the most skilled voice actors would be able to reproduce. By the time her fingertips glowed blue, all six of the college students fled from the yard, shouting at each other to run faster.

Larana lowered her arm and picked up her pumpkin. She cradled it in one arm, smiling softly. Her fingers stroked the skin of the broken vegetable, smoothing it out. Her fingertips glowed once more as she repaired her handiwork and set the orange gourd back on the ground near the steps.

As for the boys... well, they'd be back.

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"Dude, I've never been so scared in my life!"

Harold high-fived Felix as they leaned against the wall of a building a few blocks away. The other four frat pledges showed up a moment later, exhausted.

"I can't believe that. Crazy shit, huh?" Felix asked. "We oughta go back there and smash all the pumpkins!"

"Go back? Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, no way. I'm done. Let's go, I got a six pack of lite beer under my bed in the dorm."

Felix paused. Something tugged on his subconscious. "Uh... nah, man, I'll be there later. I'll go get some food first."

"Yeah, pizza, bitches!" Harold shouted.

Five frat pledges walked away, leaving Felix by himself. They were a mile or so from campus and there were a few pizza places along the way. Money wasn't an issue thanks to his parents' credit card. He grinned as he started walking, wondering whether he could get a ride with the delivery guy.

He glanced to his left and stopped. There was the house. The house with the crazy lady who screamed at them. He must have taken a wrong turn.

Felix glanced back over his shoulder at the house as he walked back towards the college, planning to catch up to the main road. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked. The wind was cold out tonight. He kept his head down and his hoodie up as he walked. He glanced up at an intersection... and saw the house.

How had he gotten back here? Was he walking in circles somehow?

Felix frowned and pulled down his hood, then ran a hand through his brown hair. He walked off again, this time head held high, carefully watching the corners and street signs... until he found himself in front of the house, walking up the path, hand extended a few inches from the door, knocking.

After his knuckles hit the wood a third time, he pulled his arm back like he'd been bitten. He looked around wildly, not remembering how he'd gotten to the door or why. He was about to turn and run when light flooded out over him. The woman in the white dress from earlier stood in the door, hands on the door jam.

"Well, you're even earlier than I expected." Her smile turned the corners of her mouth upwards like a snake's. "Wonderful. Come inside."

"No thanks, I don't know what I was doing, I think I accidentally have the wrong house-"

Larana's arm lifted and her fingers snapped. Felix's mouth snapped shut just as quickly and his arms fell to his sides. His legs lifted off the ground and he floated through the door, past Larana, who let it swing shut on its own behind her. Felix tried to move, but found struggling useless until he was deposited onto a large footstool in the foyer, in front of a roaring fire.

"What do you want?" he demanded, getting to his feet. He ran for the window, but couldn't open it. He grabbed a candlestick off a shelf and tried to bash it open, but the brass just bounced off the glass like rubber. "Who are you?"

"Hmm..."

Larana said nothing as she watched the college student futilely trying to break her window. She studied his figure, wondering what the appropriate punishment would be.

Of course. It was so simple. And so in keeping with the holiday spirit.

"What's your name?" Larana asked, moving to the center of the room.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Felix paused. His throat constricted as he tried to curse at the woman.

"Fuuu... Shhhhhh... why can't I talk? Fuuuu..."

Larana rolled her eyes. "Because I'm only allowing you to tell me the truth. What's your name?"

"Felix, okay? Let me go!"

"Not... just... yet..."

Larana closed her eyes. A devious smile formed on her lips as she spoke a few soft words under her breath. Felix watched, eyes wide, rooted to the spot, as the human disguise melted away, leaving the seven-foot-tall hermaphroditic dragon in her place. Her tail swung behind her lazily as she lowered her muzzle, staring down at Felix.

He flinched when her arm rose. He rose into the air along with her fingers. He swung his arms, trying to grab onto something, but Larana easily pulled him to the center of the room.

"Just... about... there..."

Larana's other hand reached forward into midair, closed around something invisible, then tugged backwards.

"This oughta be good..."

Her fingers released the built-up energy of the ley line. Her eyes closed and she chanted under her breath, guiding the magical power into Felix's body. The human's eyes widened as his head snapped back. His arms and legs stretched out to the sides as he rotated slowly on his backside in midair. Larana's fingers and hands glowed blue under her silver scales up to the wrist as she fed the power of the ley lines directly into her casting, amplifying the effect the resulting transformation would have. She was careful not to overdo it... too much... but she was going to have fun with this one. Oh, yes. Such fun.

Felix felt his arms pull back. Thick black fur erupted from his skin, covering most of his body in a glassy black coat within moments. His legs shifted, turning into feline digitrade feet, complete with claws. His face contorted as his teeth sharpened, his lips darkened, and his nose flattened as it pressed forward. He blinked, and his blue, all-human eyes changed into golden cat eyes. Felix felt incredible pressure inside of him, as though he was trying to turn inside out. The energy felt good, despite his alarm, and he gasped as he felt his cock get hard.

It wasn't quite his cock anymore. Or at least, it was, but it wasn't the same as before. His blue jeans stretched in the front of him as a massive length thrust down the leg. On his chest, Felix felt new, warm weight: not one, not two, but three sets of breasts filling in and stretching outwards. Within minutes, he was a she, a feminine feline, black from head to toe, with a set of perfect white whiskers. Her long tail hung limp in the air as she rotated around again.

Larana grinned, applying the final few touches. Felix's jeans pulled even more tautly around her hips as the feline's rump swelled outwards, large enough to split the seam of the rump. Her t-shirt distended before pulling up, revealing the lower set of breasts above the cat's belly button. The lowest pair was smallest, with each set getting a bit bigger, up to double-Ds on top.

As her finishing coup de grace, Larana snapped her fingers, sending the surge of the ley line's power through the cat, electrifying her body with magical energy. Felix let out a long, low moan and grew all over another few inches. At the same time, an intense heat overcame the transformed human, filling her with a lustful desire she had to sate.

Larana pulled back her hands as Felix dropped to the floor. The human was interesting... she'd been able to store more magical energy in him than she'd thought possible for these simple primates. Unless...

The dragoness walked over and used her foot to roll Felix onto her backside. The moaning, squirming feline's paws ran up and down her chest, squeezing and pinching her six hard, fat nipples through her t-shirt.

Larana swept her leg across Felix's midsection and straddled the cat's hips. Ignoring Felix's groans, Larana stretched out her arms to the sides. She opened herself up to the ley lines, then directed their power to the feline. Her long white fingers pressed into Felix's supple breasts, pushing more energy through her twitching body.

Felix's eyes opened wide. Her tongue pushed out of her mouth as she thrust her hips upwards, nearly bucking the dragoness off. Her body swelled again, adding several inches all around: breasts, cock, height, everything. A large wet spot appeared down her right leg as she came, the instantaneous orgasm shutting out every other sense for several moments.

"What... what was... what was that," she gasped, chest heaving.

Larana's tongue slipped out, red on white lips.

"That, my dear kitty, is a very good sign..."

Felix's arms went flat to the floor. Her claws scratched the hardwood as her hips lifted into the air again. Larana directed an even larger flow of magical energy into the cat, delighted by the seemingly endless pool she was filling. She was magnificent. A walking, talking, perpetually horny battery. Felix cried out, cumming again. Her pants ripped around the thighs, freeing her shaft, which was nearly sixteen magnificent inches long already. It thwapped against Larana's backside as her fingers clutched at Felix's breasts. Between those fuzzy black thighs, Felix's new pussy let loose a flood of feminine honey, soaking the floor beneath her. She cried out, yowling, as her body grew slightly again. Her fur stood on end, statically charged.

"Oh, yes... quite a surprise..."

"What are you... doing?" Felix gasped, hips going back to the floor. "How..."

"Magic, my dear." The dragoness slid a finger over the panting feline's nose. "Now, this one may be a big one..."

"Big one? Wait, but I - nnnnngggghhh!"

Larana knew she probably shouldn't. She risked burning the buxom feline out. It was a small risk, but it was there. She ought to go slow. Charge her up nice and easy to see where the upper limits lay. If she could hold that much energy, she'd be the perfect familiar.

Felix's erection shot a load of cum six feet into the air. It arced far overhead, sent like a rocket from the tip of her throbbing red shaft. It rained down over them, followed by another, and another. Some reached close to the 12-foot ceiling. With every pulse, the groaning, thrusting feline added another quarter-inch, half-inch. She got wider, taller, bustier, with a set of nuts that would put horses to shame. Larana's claws dug into Felix's pelt, clenching around her two upper breasts as she directed nearly the full blast of the ley line's energies into her body.

"Yes! Yes!" the dragoness cried, her own arousal building as she used the magical energy. The feline below her let out a cry as more cum pumped from her length, soaking down Larana's smooth backside.

A blast of power knocked Larana backwards, as though someone had shot her off with a compressed air cannon. She landed on her backside, awkwardly skidding across the floor on her cum-soaked backside.

"Oof!"

The dragoness rubbed her head and sat up, hoping she hadn't overdone things. Felix was on her backside, almost eight feet tall, probably measuring around 68-32-68. Her heavily feminized body contrasted the angry, massive erection bobbing up and down over her singed belly fur.

"So, that's the limit, then," Larana said, purring under breath. "Perfect."

Felix groaned. She'd never felt anything like this. Her body felt... full. Charged. Like a light bulb from the inside or a bunch of microwaves stacked all around.

A set of long white fingers grasped her wrist. Felix moaned at the touch. Her cock let loose with a short spray of thick white cum.

"I better not leave you charged up like this for too long, my pretty little familiar," Larana said. The dragoness draped a small silver necklace around Felix's head - her mark was imprinted on the small circle hanging from the chain. "On your feet, kitty... time to visit your dorm room, where you'll find all sorts of ways to relieve this stress..."

Felix groaned with lust. Her cock throbbed, drooling cum, and sticky honey clung to the fur between her thighs. She leaned over, slightly hunched, groping at her six heavy breasts, the smallest now double-Ds, the larger threatening the completeness of the standard charts. She nodded her head eagerly, tail twitching behind her.

"Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you, kitty? Jump a few nice boys and let me turn them into playthings for you?"

Larana laughed loudly as Felix leaned in close against her, moaning and groaning with pent-up lust. The feline's eyes glowed blue from within. The dragoness stroked her fingers across her new familiar's backside. The rest of the boys she'd turn back once Felix was through with them, of course. She wasn't so cruel as to set this monstrous feline fucking machine loose on them permanently. Even Felix would be human most of the time. But when she was on this plane, she'd have Felix at her beck and call.

Halloween should not be mocked, the dragoness thought. Or else you might end up with a black cat crossing your path...

The end...