#voodoo onceler

Voodoo Onceler was in the middle of sorting his shelved ingredients when he suddenly got struck with the bright green glows in his eyes.  Second later, he was two feet tall, covered in cat fur with an even fluffier tail to match.  It didn’t take him long to realize that he was cursed by an M!A, turning him into a little cat child for a few days.

Despite his furry little fingers, Voodoo tried to keep his business running.  He kept mixing ingredients and crafting charms, though his work space now consisted of stools and chairs to help him reach the tables and cauldrons.

It would be easier if his sidekick in crime, the Lore-ax, would assist him as he usually does.  But, the Lore-ax was acting strange since the M!A.  While Voodoo worked, the Lore-ax would sit in a corner and watch his every move, very intently.  Sometimes the Lore-ax would sit in a dark corner to hide, but his glowing green eyes would watch Voodoo still.  The shadows also seemed to highlight the occasional hissing coming from the Lore-ax’s toothy maw.  The only times the Lore-ax would stop his avid watching would be when he was hungry, and ran into the woods to hunt down some barbaloots or scare up some chickens.

One night, Voodoo was quite tired and took a moment to rest.  He never slept, never had a bed for it.  So, he made a nest out of chicken feathers and truffula tufts and curled up to rest his weary bones.  That was when the Lore-ax crawled out of his hiding, creeping up on Voodoo while his furry back was turned. 

Lore-ax was stalking intently, creeping up closely as his eyes watched Voodoo’s tail slowly moved back and forth.  When he drew close, the Lore-ax stopped to watch Voodoo’s tail lazily brush side to side.  His paw perked out to catch the tail, but it only reacted by pulling away, exposing the seat of Voodoo’s tiny pants.  Silently, the Lore-ax leaned forward and took a few curious sniffs of Voodoo’s backside.

“Hey!”  Voodoo snapped his head up and glared at Lore-ax.  The Lore-ax jumped back and ran out of the room, knocking into a shelf and sending a few bottles crashing into the ground.  Voodoo groaned as he sat back up.  “Great,” he muttered, realizing that his break is over and he has to remake those potions.

The next day, Voodoo was busily mixing some ingredients whe he could hear the Lore-ax still hissing away.  Actually, it seemed different, like the hissing came from deep breathing.  And, the Lore-ax seemed to watch Voodoo more intently than before.  Voodoo simply shrugged it off.  It is the last day of the M!A after all, maybe the Lore-ax will change when the M!A is over.

With his furry hands full of bottles, Voodoo crawled up onto the wooden chair beside the cauldron.  Once standing, Voodoo could see into the bubbling green glowing concoction bubbling in the pot.  Yet, barely, Voodoo could pour the ingredients into the batch one at a time.

Lore-ax watched from the shadows, spying Voodoo busily at his work.  He crept softly across the floor, his feet quietly pressing into any at all creaky floorboards.  He never kept his glowing eye sockets off of Voodoo, who seemed to be still distracted by pouring in bottles or simply adding the right amount of drops.  Lore-ax paused at the base of the chair, watching Voodoo’s puffy tail wave in the air.  His eyes slowly darted left to right, matching the tail’s movement perfectly.  As Voodoo leaned in to stir the pot, Lore-ax clung onto the chair, leaning in close to get a good inhale of Voodoo’s behind.

Voodoo concentrated as he tried to put in the right amount of drops to make his thneed potion perfect.  Suddenly, Voodoo felt himself getting pressed up against the cauldron.  The sudden impact caused Voodoo to drop the bottle into the cauldron, causing the concoction to release a giant explosion of thick green vapors into the air.  He yelped as he felt something scratching and clawing at his back, shredding his clothing from behind.  “What the fuck?”

Out of the thick vapors, the Lore-ax hissed loudly as he bit down hard onto Voodoo’s scruff.  Voodoo gave out a loud cry of pain as he gripped tightly onto the brim of the cauldron.  His little cat legs kicked wildly, but the Lore-ax managed to pin them down with his thick hands on his strong lanky arms. 

Lore-ax was quite quick with his work, hissing heavily and clawing wildly as he pinned Voodoo against the pot.  Without warning, Lore-ax pushed that fluffy tail out of the way and forced himself in.  Voodoo responded with a loud shout of obscenities as he gripped tighter onto the rim.

The Lore-ax was stronger than the little cat body, causing the beast to slam Voodoo’s slender body against the pot with every wild hungered thrust.  Each thrust he seemed to grow stronger, holding Voodoo down until the damage was completely done.  All Voodoo could do was take it, feeling his front grow hotter against the cauldron as he could feel every scratch and bite from the Lore-ax embed into his skin. 

The green haze was much too thick, but out of his barely opened eyes Voodoo could see the reflection in the brightly glowing stew.  He could see fur being thrown wildly as the Lore-ax pinned him down harder, leaving bruises and strains throughout Voodoo’s body.  He closed his eyes just as the Lore-ax’s bony teeth bit down hard onto his cat ear.

With his eyes closed tight, Voodoo could now feel the damage done inside.  It felt as if the Lore-ax was bony, sharp and thorny.  Every thrust and pound felt grating inside.  Voodoo couldn’t take it anymore and began to moan horribly, his moans matching and mixing with Lore-ax’s heavy lustful hissings.

It wasn’t long before the Lore-ax was done with him.  He pulled out and pounced off the chair, leaving Voodoo to fall in a slump.  Voodoo was breathless and shocked as he curled up into a broken mess onto the chair.  His front was hot from the burns, his back scratched and bleeding and missing chunks of fur.  All while the Lore-ax ran out of the shack to chase after more chickens to slate his stomach’s hunger.

Soon as he got his bearings, Voodoo raced to the door and locked it tight, then running to the windows to barricade them behind shelves.  He froze, his pain worsening with every step.  It felt as if the Lore-ax was still inside him, breaking him more.

A night passed with the Lore-ax locked out while Voodoo tried to recuperate.  He used salve to heal his wounds, but it wasn’t enough to heal the emotional scars.  He could feel those scars stretching further when he felt a bony black spike fall out of his backside.  That left the poor Voodoo to fish out the rest of them, feeling horribly violated with everyone he fished out.  The horribly ironic part was keeping the handful of spikes in a jar, never know when a Voodoo man will need them… or why.

The morning came with Voodoo growing out of his little cat form and into his human form.  He quickly changed into more fitting clothes before finally unlocking the door and checking up on the Lore-ax.  The Lore-ax was sitting in a tree, chewing on a chicken bone, when he caught sight of Voodoo.  He climbed down the tree and took a few curious sniffs at Voodoo before losing interest and scurrying back into the shack.

The two went back to work, but Voodoo could definitely feel the tension in the air, thicker than the green haze that settled the night before.  He tried to ignore it as he fired up the cauldron and attempted to fix the potion from the night before.  As he sprinkled in a few ingredients, he took a look across the cauldron at the Lore-ax.  The Lore-ax was barely peering over the brim, all could be seen was his furry fingers, his thneed colored scruff and those green glowing eyes.  Voodoo could tell from the look the Lore-ax gave that he could feel the tension as well, and seemed half-apologetic about it.