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Dirty Paws and Gentle Kisses

Part 1 - You were trapped in the body of a wolf. An old curse. In the day you were a beast and in the night a witch again . You first met Agatha because you came to kill Evenora. Agatha’s mother cursed you to the body of a wolf as punishment. Where will fate take you from there?

Warnings: WOLF GORE / Bloody / Violence / Nicky Grief / Found Family / Kidnapping / Mind Control / Hallucinations / RioxRxAgatha / Wolf Curse / Killing / Eating People / WOLF BITES / MDNI 18+

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You first met Agatha in the cold winter of 1750. Most towns were worried about sickness and the devil cursing their newborns.

You ate wild animals raw, and tried to stay out of sight. But it was an impossible task these days.

You’d tracked her scent to a forest far outside of Salem.

It was the moment right before sunset.

Your cursed animal form was only tracked by the changing of the moon.

At night, you would return to your witch form, and in the day, you would become a beast once more.

You were bound to the cursed body. Fur and paws, to walk on all fours like a mutt.

Your turn would come soon. You saw her, she was gorgeous even back then, even at a distance. The snow gently fell around her, like she was an angel.

It was eerily quiet. And your plan was to be patient, to wait for her to fall asleep. To wait for Evanora to emerge, but you didn’t see the old crone.

And you didn’t know Agatha had clocked you hours ago.

Not until you stalked just a little closer and she spoke to you in the silent darkness.

“I am not your meal.” She poked with a fire ember with her stick, “Alas, poor creature, you are not only a beast, are you?” Agatha said, and her eyes turned to you. You went to pounce, but the sunlight broke behind the horizon; it was night once more, and you gasped in pain.

A pain you knew too well.

Your back was always the first to break.

The bones snapping as you split the skin of your canine form. The hair and muscles bursting at the seams, as your bloody human form broke free once more.

You pushed the guts and wolf fur off of your shoulders. Standing up, off all fours, now you try to ignore the pain, steam coming off of your blood-soaked body. Your red, soaked feet stain the snow beneath you.

You finally look into the blue eyes of the young witch.

She’s even more beautiful now. You can’t hurt her.

“You are not Evanora.” You state as the sky changes color, as your naked body stands in front of her now. Agatha looks more impressed than horrified or disgusted.

She eyes your nudity with something close to arousal, but you don’t think about that.

The witch answers you plainly.

“No, I am not. If you are looking for my mother. You can find her corpse in the woods of Salem, along with the rest of her coven of rule followers.”

You don’t decode her obvious malicious feelings for her mother. You just try to stick to the facts. Not interested in spending too much time here.

“You killed her?” You ask outright, and Agatha studies you for a moment before nodding once. Like she hadn’t actually talked about it yet. It was not long ago. Maybe she hadn’t come to terms with it yet.

“Well, I guess you saved me from my vengeance. Have a good rest of your night.” You say and turn your naked bloody ass away from the witch but she stops you. Her young voice sounds too old now in the night, like she’d experienced more than most.

“She did this to you? My mother cursed you.”

You wonder why she sounds needy for your company.

You turn and Agatha uses the stick to point to a fallen log next to the fire, near her own seat. It had been so long since anyone had shared a fire with you. Since anyone had shown you any kindness whatsoever. You had become used to being a beast.

To being feared.

You didn’t remember what manners even were at this point.

You walk over to the log and sit, and she reaches behind her back, and you move to get up and run. Like the creature of survival that the world has made you become.

Agatha hears the twig snap and turns, seeming desperate to calm you. She puts a hand up.

“Whoa! Easy sweet thing, I’m just getting you a blanket.” She says, keeping one hand up, and moving slower now, and you feel a little torn. But you ease your naked ass back down, and she pulls out a big grey wool blanket and hands it to you. You wrap it around your wet, bloody shoulders. Realizig she doesn’t know you don’t really get cold often, but perhaps this was about the nudity. You forgot that people didn’t do nudity.

“I know of you. They speak of you in all towns.” Agatha muses like she’s telling a campfire story.

You eye her curiously, not sure you want her to continue. She doesn’t read your expressions but you ask;

“They know what I am?”

Agatha seems to be delighted to tell you now.

“Of course not, they think you are biblical. They think you are Lilith or of Liliths doing. Coming back for the good church woman. They pray to their saints and their virgin Mary. They use your wolf form like a fable for children and wayward outspoken wives. They say you are a bedmate of witches, that you teach them how to make love in satanic ways. They whisper to each other; ‘Do not play at night by a bonfire Liliths hound will devour you’ or ‘behave and eat your dinner or the wolf will get you,’ or ‘do not touch yourself before god, for Lilith's wolf form will turn you into a harlot.’” Agatha scoffs at the end. Shaking her head and biting her bottom lip like it’s such a great legacy you have.

You wonder if she herself wants to be feared, perhaps she’d given up on being loved. But you feel ashamed at her stories, not proud. Your gaze drops into the fire now, leting the light burn your eyes.

And Agatha is watching you again, and seems to think you don’t find these stories funny. Not like she had. So she changes the conversation, and you wonder if it’s fear you will leave her alone again. Or if perhaps her wicked curiosity is finally winning out.

“My mother turned you. You were…a witch?” Agatha asks, and you know she can read your magical signature. You practiced the craft, of course. But you didn’t usually get this far in communication with someone else to be called such a thing anymore. You’d been cursed for so long now. And Agatha was but a babe to you in comparision of age.

You nod once, not used to speaking this much.

“You have been alone a long time, then?” She asks, and you study her face now, the soft way she looks in the light. You wonder if you’ll ever forget her scent now that you’ve smelled it.

“Are you asking if I have become domesticated? Who would want Lilith's hound around?” You scoff at the absurdity of anyone wanting you.

Agatha smirks now, and you don’t understand why in that moment.

But you found out.

Agatha became your everything after that night.

You became Agatha’s protector for many years, both against danger and loneliness. She whispered secrets to your fluffy ear as she ate berries by the river. You killed witch hunters for her, snapping their necks with the force of your jaw. Young Agatha waited for you each night to turn into a human once more and she snuggled into your naked, bloody side. You taught her magic her mother had been afraid to. You taught her more about mind control, and she’d learned fast. She tried to stay awake every night and would eventually fall asleep again. In the morning she’d have a moment of disappointment that you hadn’t kept her awake, and that you couldn’t speak to her as a wolf.

You were at her companion, her teacher, her confidant. You both traveled to different towns. She’d developed a crush you realized. She tried to kiss you one night and you had reminded her that you were much older. Agatha didn’t take your rejection, continuing to attempt to woo you. You kept her at arms length until she was older, and older she grew.

Agatha grew into an amazing witch, wiser, more powerful, more murderous.

You found one night as you turned you couldn’t resist her anymore.

And you taught her just like the folk tales, what it meant to make love by firelight from a beast.

It was beautiful for a long time.

And then it got even better.

You were there the day Agatha met Rio. Agatha had summoned Rio from a dark book she’d found. You had told her not to do it for you. But Agatha swore she’d undo the curse her mother had given you. That you would marry and have children together. You never believed her.

So when she summoned Death, you were ready to defend your witch to the death.

But Rio took off her skull mask and studied you.

“So is she your familiar?” She asked Agatha but stared at you.

You snarled at the term, body ready to pounce, to wound. You couldn’t kill Death, but you could injure her so that Agatha could get away.

“I would not do that if I were you.” Agatha warned, but Rio wasn’t persuaded. She tried to get closer to you. “She’s not domesticated like that, she doesnt’ like to be touched, not even by me. And I love her.” Agatha said the last part and thought you heard hurt in the witches words.

“What?” Rio asked, but bent down to you. She put her hand out, and your lip raised and you growled deep in your throat. It filled the space with the vibrations. “Hey, pup, you have no reason to fear me,” Rio said, and you backed away from her.

Agatha kneeled next to Rio on the forest floor, putting her hand out to you. As if perhaps your lover could entice you to be kind to Death.

“Let’s play, ok? I just want to be your friend.” Rio said, and you didn’t believe her, not yet.

“Rio, can you change her back?” Agatha asked and turned to Death, realizing perhaps this was a mistake.

Rio thought for a moment before shaking her head. She did look sorry though, like she wanted to help.

“I wish I could, but Evenora did a number on you, sweet beast. I think there’s a reason you are stuck like this. Cursed like this, and I cannot lift it.” Rio spoke to you even though Agatha asked the question.

You moved to leave them alone, aware of their pheromones. Knowing they already were attracted to each other. You moved to leave them, to rid yourself of them both.

Agatha deserved someone who wouldn’t turn into a monster in the light of day. And Death may be a monster, but your gut didn’t say so. Perhaps they would be good for one another.

You however, knew you didn’t deserve good things. So you’d say goodbye to Agatha. As horrible as that was, and as much as you didn’t want to.

You sprinted now, getting distance between heartbreak.

Agatha yelled for you, you heard her cry out in grief, as you ran into the forest.

You hadn’t expected Rio to be the one to run after you. Or that she would be quick enough to get one over on you, but she was all powerful.

But Rio wasn’t about to let you run, she tackled you to the ground, and you bit her hard in the shoulder. Where her neck and shoulder met you whipped your wolf head back and forth to try and break her. It was a moronic idea.

“Damn, you got a set of canines pooch.” Rio hissed as you didn’t let go of her meaty shoulder. “I’m not taking Agatha away from you. I just want to be a part of it, come on. Get to know me! You might like me around!” Rio asked, and you bit harder.

But her one hand slowly moved to your ear, you didn’t even let Agatha pet you. It had been something that had always bothered your lover.

But as Rio’s hand moved into your thick tufts of fur, you found a new feeling. Something you’d never experienced before. A chemical release…joy? And you unhinged your jaw, letting go of Death from your bite. And Rio signed at the release of pressure, but scratched behind your ears and then your neck.

You had never really been pet before. And you were unsure that you should have not allowed Agatha this intimacy. It felt so good, so warm and welcoming. Your wolf body didn’t feel it’s usual pain as Rio made sure her sharp nails got into your fur and really got the good spots, and deep too.

You tried your best not to allow your tail to wag.

“You’ve been hurting for so long, huh? You don’t need to hate me. I am the beginning and the end of all things. Perhaps you can trust another soul? I won’t harm you, and I swear I’ll protect your witch. The one who summoned me, you care for her. Let me in, see if you like me, huh?” Rio asked, and she moved to scratch your neck, and your furry behind plopped down. Rio smiled at your obvious enjoyment to her touch.

She’d never experienced someone like you before. But she’d heard stories of you. And now that she was here, Rio wanted to help Agatha. She wanted to break you free from this.

The years moved by like endless cycles of the moon.

You watched them try everything to change you back.

No such luck.

Other beautiful things did happen though, by accident as it turns out.

You helped Father Nicky with Rio.

At first you were sure it was just Rio and Agatha. But Aggie showed you with magic….he was the best of the three of you. She swore she spoke no spell he was made from love.

You’d been so afraid he’d come out with fur.

You hadn’t expected to growl at Rio as Agatha gave birth. As Rio stole your family time.

But Nicky didn’t come out with whiskers, he was beautiful.

Nicky took naps slept on your hairy stomach. With Agatha curled around you both, she pushing her face into your furry neck. She felt at ease cuddled against you in the woods as your newborn slept.

It was hard to only get to talk to your family half the time. And you ached for Rio still.

There were so many ways you felt you’d failed your son and wife. You couldn’t help her care for him in the day. But somehow you three made it work. Even as you traveled and Agatha would get exhausted from carrying your son. You made quick work of becoming his personal horse.

Nicky loved riding on your back, Agatha always reminded him to hold onto your fur between your shoulders. But he giggled and kicked your ribs to go faster.

You protected your family. You licked your son’s tears when he fell. You growled at anyone who tried looked at Agatha funny. You hunted for their dinner.

But wolf of witch, you could only protect so much.

So you were powerless as you watched your child grow sick.

You were stuck in wolf form as Agatha buried your child. Unable to console her.

You were bound to your beast form to watch the end of your family.

You found out there were worse curses than being chained to an animal form.

Losing Agatha.

Losing Rio.

Losing Nicholas.

That was the curse you had now, much worse than a wet nose and fluffy tail.

It was 2024, and you were in the middle of Tongass Forest in Alaska. It had over 17 million acres. Besides the odd bear and hunter, you never saw people.

The winters were harsh and the summers felt long.

You were alone.

It was on purpose, it was better this way.

So you hadn’t seen it coming.

You’d smelled Agatha before, but it was usually a hallucination. A trick of your cabin fever. This long alone in the forest did things to your senses.

Sometimes you thought you heard Nicky laughing and playing tag in the sunlight in wood. So you were no stranger to the tricks of the mind.

You had a small campsite in the middle of nowhere. It was a few things: a tent, an old rifle, and your drawings. You kept paper and a graphite stick, you’d drawn so many illustrations of; Rio, Nicky, and Agatha. You hung them on a long wire from two trees. They were stuck to clothespins. Everytime the wind picked up the drawings of your loved ones fluttered like wings of a butterfly. You stared at the drawings like ghosts were your only company in madness.

You had collected some river rocks in a small circle, and had a fire in it, an axe stuck out of a trunk, and stacked wood you’d cut. You didn’t make a fire often, as you didn’t want anyone to find you from the smoke. You packed your stuff up after each full moon and would hike to find a new area.

So when the night came again, and you walked naked and bloody after shedding your second skin, and you’d gone to relax at the campsite.

You never in your wildest dreams had hadn’t expected Agatha.

You had stopped hoping for Rio long ago.

And you sure as shit didn’t expect a coven of strange witches.

And a boy…who looked so much like Nicky. But his eyes weren’t right, and his curls didn’t match. So you knew your mind hadn’t made him up.

You stopped and stared at the group. They all stared back at your naked form.

Rio was the first to move as she grabbed the wool blanket you’d saved from the first night with Agatha. The one they both used to wrap around your human form after shifting. The one you used to tick Nicky into.

“Holy shit! You are Lilith's Hound!” One of the witches said, and Agatha snapped at the witch named ‘Jen’. Knowing you hated that nickname. But Rio slowly approached you with the blanket. Like you were the same animal she’d met in the wood that first day. Not someone she’d made a child with, not someone she’d had a marriage ceremony with. Not someone she’d claimed to love for eternity.

But her eyes held those feelings still. And you studied her as she wrapped the blanket around you and then ran her hands up and down your arms to warm you.

“Hey, how's my sweet pup?” Rio asked, and you turned your chin away from her. Looking over at Agatha whose eyes filled with tears at seeing you again. Seeming to be feeling so many things all at once. But she was rooted to her spot. Like she hadn’t really believed they could find you.

You look back at Rio.

��Is this real? Or am I?” You ask, and Rio looks upset by the ideathat you’d hallucinated them.

“It’s real, we’re here. Took forever to find you, you are one hard soul to trace.” Death said, and you reached out a dirty hand, and Rio didn’t move. She froze to her spot now.

You touched her cheek, and she closed her eyes like the feeling of you touching her was all she’d ever wanted.

Like everything could be ok again.

“Am I dead?” You ask, figuring the next time you’d see your wife, it would be death.

Rio’s eyes shot open, and her jaw set.

“No, no, it’s not your time. I’ve been looking for you for so long, and you kept running away.”

Your finger trails down to her jaw, and Rio tries to not react but you know her micro expressions better than that. She was enjoying your touch more than words could say.

You look over at the teenage boy, who looks extremely nervous at you, covered in blood and naked. Though he’s staring at you now that you are wrapped in a blanket.

“Who’s he?” You asked Rio.

“I’m Billy, I want to help.” He answers for her and you look over at Agatha. Who’s tears are now running down her cheeks. There was a time where you would have consoled her, or even licked her tears, that was not now.

Agatha’s voice chook but she spoke now.

“I told you I’d change you back. I promised.” Agatha whispered into the night, and you stepped back, bridging the blanket around your shoulders tighter. The whole coven steps forward like they’re afraid you’ll run. The hair on the back of your neck stood now.

But Agatha is the one who closes the distance to stop you.

Billy opens his mouth to speak, and Rio puts her hand behind her to stop him.

“You aren’t here. This isn’t real. And I don’t-” You start to drop the blanket but Agatha grabs the blanket and pulls you against her clothes body. She hugs you close to her chest, and you stiffen instantly.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I’m sorry I abandoned you. After….I shouldn’t have. Rio told me you….I-” Agatha doesn’t know where to start, and you pull your face back and she does the same to look into your eyes.

“You smell different, new body?” You ask, and someone behind laughs. Agatha puts her hand on your blood-crusted face, and she leans her forehead against yours. Like she’s finally able to breathe now that she’s found you.

She’s older but something about the act reminds you of your first week with her.

“I missed you whiskers,” Agatha whispered for only you to hear. You put a hand on her waist, and she almost moans but stifles the sound a little at you touching her again. Like she was finally home.

It takes some awkward moments after that.

The coven makes itself at home at your campsite. You are introduced to each witch, and you excuse yourself once you build them a fire. You keep eyeing the teenager who seems to be bursting from within, like he has so much he wants to talk to you about.

But you aren’t interested in any of the coven. You don’t care why Jen smells like wolfsbane, you don’t want to know why Alice has a leash and collar in her hand. And you don’t know why Lilia keeps looking into the sky as if she’s waiting for you to turn back in daylight. These witches had a plan, and you didn’t like that.

Agatha and Rio stand as you turn to leave the coven.

“I’m going to go clean up.” You point to the water not far from them. But both Agatha and Rio look nervous that you are going to run away. “I’ll only be a minute.” You attempt to reassure and reach over to your tent, grabbing a brick of bar soap you’d bartered forever ago from a tribal witch. Then you find a flannel and jeans you’d stolen from an abandoned campsite. You walk away, and you can hear Agatha and Rio bickering if they should follow you.

You throw the clothes onto the tree branch and then walk into the ice-cold water. You were used to it now. Because of your wolf form you ran hot no matter what now. You submerge your head for almost two whole minutes. Letting your lungs burn before you break the surface and take a deep breath. Turning to the shore, you don’t need your wolf nose to know that your two wives are watching you. Unable to give you space it seemed.

Rio’s sitting at the base of the tree with your clothes. Agatha is standing by the water’s edge, looking ready to jump into the water.

Something was up for sure.

You eye them but take the bar soap and start to scrub your face and hair. Bloody water ripples from around your body. It takes longer than you’d like to admit to get clean. It had been a minute since you’d needed to be presentable. You usually just dunked into the water and then sat under the stars naked.

But you dressed struggling with the buttons but Agatha came over and did them for you. You eyed her curiously, still not sure she was here. You’d forgotten how weird clothes felt on your skin. But her touch felt like a gravitational pull, like it had nothing to do with the buttons.

“Why are you here?” Your tone isn’t warm.

“I found a spell, and a caster… that could free you.” Agatha says, and you see her right eye twitch, the way you’d learn she always lied.

You turn to Rio.

“Why are you really here?” You asked her and she didn’t hesitate to tell the whole truth.

“Agatha tried to acquire the Scarlet Witch’s powers so she could be powerful enough to change you back. She didn’t feel like an apology would be enough for you to come back. Then the Scarlet Witch trapped her in a spell for three years. That kid is the now-dead witch's son. He broke Aggie out, they walked the road. Which he made real because he has his mom's chaos magic. Agatha got her powers back, I killed her. Billy and Agatha went and found Tommy, Scarlet’s other kid. Billy used his chaos magic to give her a body again. Agatha summoned me and told me we were getting the band back together. So we spent the last four months tracking you down. And she’s got our wedding rings in her pocket. We’re renewing our vows after we get you out of the wolf spell. Surprise.” Rio says, and Agatha fumes at her other wife.

“RIO!” She scolds loudly.

“She deserves the truth!” Rio shrugged.

“WE SAID WE WERE GOING TO EASE INTO IT!” Agatha snapped, and you stepped away from Agatha, and her fingers were too slow to grab your shirt to stop you.

“I don’t need your help. I’m doing fine.” You say and zip up your jeans. They’re too big for you but they work with the old leather belt. You loop it to the smallest one. Stepping away from them to keep the distance.

“You are not doing fine sweet pup. None of us are. We aren’t complete without each other.” Rio says carefully, and you scoff at Death. There was so much wrong with all of what she’d said.

“You’ve not seen me in a long time! How do you know I haven’t moved on!” You want it to hurt, and it works.

Agatha’s face darkened with pain, jealousy, and betrayal. You were her first love, you’d taken her virginity, you’d fathered her child. You were her wife. No one else would ever get to touch you. Rio was the only one who would ever understand. You three swore to never love another soul. You’d made a blood pact in fact. You still had the scar.

But Rio didn’t take the bait of your obvious barb.

“Because I’ve kept my eye on you over the past century! You haven’t let anyone in! You sleep under the stars and move the second I find you! Which is rude by the way!” Rio tried to make it sound like she found it funny but you knew better. You’d wished she’d catch you for so long, but then you knew you couldn’t confront her.

No, love had made you soft and weak. Love only hurt you, it was better to be alone. No one to hurt you, no one to hurt.

“Better to avoid you,” You say cooly at Rio and then turn to an upset Agatha,” better to be alone.”

You walk back towards the coven, but your wives stomp after you. You burst into the campsite to see the four witches talking around the fire. Their expressions growing to confusion as you look more upset than before.

“So is that a no on the vows!” Rio teases, but her voice gives her away, she’s hurt too.

“Can we talk about this?” Agatha shouts, and you stop in front of Billy.

“Stand up.” You say to him, and he doe,s but he looks frightened. You lean over and sniff him, and everyone looks uncomfortable at your action. You hadn’t been around people much, and social customers were still not your strong suit.

“You reek of chaos magic. You should let Agatha teach you. Or you’ll regret it.” You say, but what you were really doing was seeing if they told the truth. Rio was a trickster by nature as Death, but she didn’t lie to you. You were hoping this was the first time, you didn’t like the idea of chaos magic.

“She said you’d teach me too, after I change you. That you were important, that you are the best teacher. That you taught her.” Billys voice shook a little, and you realized he was intimidated by you. In the past you’d say something to stop his fear, now you were glad. Let him fear you, better that way.

“I’m not a teacher. And she’s mistaken, I’m not that kind of witch anymore. I’m just a feral wolf in Alaska. A beast like any other, nothing special, kid.”

“No you are like padfoot!”

“What?” You are confused and the goth teenager looks embarrassed. He looks at Alice for help but his eyes fall to you again as he explains.

“Harry Potter? Um right you don’t know pop culture out here…Um….he’s a character in a book Padfoot is an animagus. A man who can change into a wolf! He’s a godfather too, though, he’s like…good.” Billy says, feeling stupid now at the comparison.

“I’m not good. Don’t give me a nickname like a common house pet. I’ve eaten a fucking man whole. I’m a monster, not something to be around.” You warn him.

You turn to see Lilia, Alice and Jen who seem to be hanging on your every word. “You can all stay here tonight, but in the morning I’ll be gone.”

“Because you’ll shift into wolf form, but you’ll be back..right?” Billy asked, and you remembered Nicky asking you the same thing. Making you promise you’d shift back into his parent. Afraid one day you’d get stuck and not come back to tuck him into bed. He’d get so nervous too, begging you to keep Mama and him safe. You’d failed your son.

Looking at this teenager saying the same words made you sick.

Your face morphed into a grimace at him, and he didn’t understand why.

“No, I’m leaving tonight. I’m not interested in your offer.” You state and he looks so sad at your answer.

“What! We came all this way to reunite you with your family! To lift your curse! Agatha won’t let us do jack shit until we got you! Fuck even Rio’s been insuferable!” Jen yelled at you, only to have Alice slap her shoulder at your obviously menacing face.

“You came on a fool’s errand. No one can fix me. And I’m not safe to be around. Go back, follow the stream so you don’t get lost. Don’t let the poachers see you. Don’t travel at night.” You give your advice and walk to your tent.

“I was afraid I’d have to do this. But it’s for your own good, my sweet soft paws.” Rio said, and before you could move away from her, she touched your head, and your world went black.

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