The Witch’s Halloween Ch. 01

"Ahh, Halloween." Thought the witch as she rose out of bed. Every year she loved using this holiday as an excuse to use her magics on the young folk who used her woods as a romping ground.

Every year dozens of young couples who couldn't afford a fancy restaurant date or didn't have a party to go to would sneak into the woods and have intimate romantic nights under the stars.

And, every year she loved casting a few spells on a select few couples. Maybe a transformation spell on one pair, a body swap on another, astral separation on another one. She almost always undid the spell by morning, or let it wear off naturally, and the couples had a wonderful experience to remember.

The witch threw on her flowing black robe, tying it around her waist and adjusting her ample breasts. She reached for her hat, which rested on her nightstand and put it on.

The hat helped keep her long wavy brown hair out of her eyes as she flew on her broom. Extending her hand out she summoned the handmade instrument of flight to her.

Catching the wooden handle she let out a satisfied sigh, and then opened the door of her hut. Sitting sidesaddle on her broom she gently pushed off into the night sky and silently glided over the pointed pines.

The air was cool, the sky was clear, and the moon was full. A perfect night for magic. In her head the witch considered what spells to cast this year, she had so many options.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a sliver of light through the trees. My first spell of the night, she thought as she silently wove through the canopy to get a look.

She was thrilled to see these young lovers had a wonderful theme. This would make her spell easy. She resisted the urge to cackle, as she floated above the couple.

A slight brunette woman had a red cloak, blue dress, wolf ears, and glue-on claws on. Werewolf red riding hood, very fun; especially with that plunging neckline. Her dress gave a great view of her modest cleavage.

The woman's lover, a taller man with brown hair, had fangs, wolf ears, and claws on as well. He wore a tattered shirt and jeans, and fake wolf man feet as shoes. A wonderful matching couple.

The young man held the flashlight, shining it ahead of the pair. Periodically they stopped to kiss and grope one another. Their heavy breathing and soft moans were blissfully arousing to the witch.

A simple spell indeed, a great start to my night; thought the witch. Extending her hand and drawing magic from the moon, and the forest around them, she waited until the couple paused to make out to unleash her spell.

As their lips touched an invisible arc of arcane power shot from the witch's finger and split between the young lovers. Now, to watch her magic!

At first the youths didn't notice their human ears meld into their heads, nor their costume wolf ears fuse to them and take their function. Their glue on claws fused to their fingers; replacing their nails. As the changes continued, they'd soon notice.

The man shifted uncomfortably in his pants, pawing at his belt. His lover took that as an invitation to relieve him of his clothes, starting with his pants. It happened quick enough neither noticed his tail.

She hadn't noticed her tail, as her dress and apparent lack of underwear didn't get in the way of its growth. As they eyed each other the woman smiled, running her tongue along her teeth.

"Did you go with fangs?" Her lover asked before pulling her in by her red cloak. They kissed before she could answer his question. These two were determined, thought the witch with glee.

"No," the woman said between kisses "but, my teeth are kinda pointy." She began unbuttoning her lover's shirt and he began working at the laces of her dress. Both moaned and growled into their kiss.

Soon they threw off his shirt, but when her dress and cloak fell to the forest floor they stopped. As they pulled away from a kiss they caught each other's eyes, golden and glowing.

"What's happening!?" The woman asked putting a hand to her man's face, before glancing down to see his tail. Her eyes went wide!

"You have a tail!" She cried, stepping back in surprise. He glanced down and before he could see his own new appendage caught sight of hers.

"So do you!" He replied, closing the distance with his lover. They began examining one another, taking in their current state, a bit of panic setting in.

"What do we do!?" the homan asked "Do we get help?" she held tight to her lover's chest. He wrapped her in his arms to comfort her, their nude bodies pressed together.

"What if people think we're monsters?" She cried, looking up at her man. She then saw hair growing out from his beard, short fur covering his face slowly. He saw her hair moving down her neck, slowly covering her.

"We can't worry about everybody else," He said quietly ", just us." He pulled her in to a kiss, holding her face in one hand and keeping her waist close with the other. She seemed to relax and melt into their kiss. Suddenly she shoved him backwards onto the soft moss of the forest and pounced.

"If we're gonna be animals, let's fuck like animals!" She said with resolve. Straddling his hips, she planted her hands on his chest. Looking down she saw he had a full erection, and without hesitation lowered herself down onto it.

"YEESSSS!" She howled as he thrust up to meet her. They each shot each other fanged grins before beginning to grind and thrust into each other with loosed passion. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down into his thrusts.

She wordlessly howled in pleasure, her breasts bouncing in his face. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it before switching to the other, drawing moans from her.

Hair continued to spread over their bodies, and soon those bodies started changing in shape. Their heels rose, and their feet lengthened. Their faces slowly lengthened, pressing out into what would soon become lupine snouts.

"Need... different... angle..." the woman said in time with her bounces on her lovers cock. He nodded in agreement as their thumbs receded and hands became more like paws. Red riding whore rolled over and presented herself on all fours to her lover.

"Yes baby..." her lover growled as he mounted her. The first thrusts shook her breasts and ass, and he reached around to get his last handful of tit before his hands fully became paws. He doubled his effort thrusting into his lover, his now slightly stumpy fingers squeezed his lover's breasts fiercely.

Their legs changed more, instead of being on hands and knees the woman stood on all four feet as her lover mated her. Both growled and panted, words were beyond them now.

With a powerful thrust and a combined howl they came! They collapsed and separated. and their last changes fully set in. her breasts shrank down, and his hands finished their transformation into paws.

Until dawn, these two would be wolves. While the witch would love to stay for their reaction upon waking but alas, she had more couples to find, more spells to cast.

Slowly the witch floated up, and took to the night sky. The moon backed her silhouette as she glided away on her broom, and let loose a cackle. The night had started off well.