The woman in black stood over them, studying them like they were zoo animals. She tilted her head first to one side, then the other, a wide satisfied smile cracking her beautiful face. Finally, she raised both her arms up and Mikey and Patrick were drawn to their feet before her. They weren't identical creatures – Mikey was curvier and had darker hair, but their outfits, leopard print catsuits that hugged their new feminine bodies, matched perfectly.
“Two!” The woman grinned cruelly “Oh, it works so much better like this. Two mirrors of desire, reflecting one another for eternity.”
“What...” Mikey's caught his tongue before he could say any more. He couldn't bear to listen to the girlish lilt of his new voice. Turning to face his friend, he found himself drinking in the curves of Patrick's body stretching out the spandex outfit. “Oh...” His mouth was dry and he realised that the nipples of his new breasts had become engorged and pressed painfully against the tight material. “Ohhhh...” This time there was no mistaking it – a fully-fledged moan and Mikey watched in terror as his hand involuntary reached between his legs. His mind registered shock as he realised he still had his cock and it now bulged firmly in his slender hand, but his body betrayed him, stoking his throbbing erection as drool dripped from between his soft pink lips.
“There's no use trying to fight it!” As long as you are horny, you are mine. “Men always have been. Only this time there are two of you. Two sexy muses to inspire each other's untold debauchery!”
“Ohhhh...” By now Patrick was also a passenger in the body that wasn't even his save for his stiff dick. The more he tried to fight it, the less he wanted to as desire rushed through him. Desire for the girl that held Mikey like a prison, desire for the raven haired woman - their gaoler, desire for his own voluptuousness. Was it he who dropped into a squat or the alter-ego that was his desire possessing him? Was there even a difference? His delicate face was inches from Mikey's powerful round ass and he imagined burying his nose between those cheeks – he imagined burying his cock between those cheeks, and he knew before the night was over he would do both.
Mikey's mind was drunk on pleasure. He desperately needed to find how to remove the catsuit. The other girl's face was almost exactly where he needed it but that stretchy material was in the way. He imagined crushing her button nose into his ass as he reached ecstasy. He would ride her face and then she would ride his ass and then the sorceress would ride them both – just as she had done the Scarlet Harlot all those centuries ago. As she would continue to do so for eternity. And by night, they wonder the creek, searching for others to bring back here. Searching for more toys for the mistress to play with...
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