3 Part: Alchemist’s Wrath
Abobowec
Upon returning to the alchemist’s hut, the cat-girl stopped her partner outside the door.
"Stay here," she instructed firmly. "I don’t want you getting hurt. Besides, you can’t fight anyway."
Before he could protest, she slipped inside, leaving him alone. Through the window, the lion-boy watched nervously as the conversation unfolded within.
Inside, the alchemist—a wizened old wolf-fur—listened impatiently to her demands. When she mentioned the key, his demeanor shifted dramatically. His eyes narrowed, and he slammed his fists onto the table.
"What?! You think I’ll hand over the key so easily?!"
Enraged, the alchemist cast a transformation spell, shedding his robes to reveal a massive wolfish form. Towering above her, his enormous member glistened menacingly as he advanced.
Without warning, he pounced, pinning her beneath him. The cat-girl cried out softly as he penetrated her forcefully, claiming her with a growl. Moments later, he spilled himself inside her, panting heavily.
"Ahhh..."
From the shadows outside, the lion-boy clenched his fists, watching helplessly through the cracked glass pane.
When the ordeal ended, the alchemist sneered at the trembling cat-girl.
"Tell that loser he’s not getting shit. And unless you want to end up wearing one of these belts too, you’d better scram. Get out of my sight, you mangy feline brat."
Defeated, the cat-girl stumbled out of the hut, tears streaming down her face.
"I’m sorry," she whispered to her partner, her voice breaking. "I couldn’t handle him alone."