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Supernatural beings are always on the prowl. But their intents may not be violent. In fact, some of them just want to get comfortable together.
Tonight’s story is “The Ringmaster’s Welcome” by Pascal Farful, who spent over a year writing this one character and is really really hoping he’s made something worthwhile, and you can find more of his stories on his SoFurry Page.
Read by Dirt Coyote, formerly of Twitter Dot Com.
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Today's story concerns adult subject matter for mature listeners.
Speaker:If that's not your cup of tea,
Speaker:or there are youngsters listening,
Speaker:please skip this one
Speaker:and come back for another story another time.
Speaker:You’re listening to The Ghost of Dog on The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:This is Rob MacWolf, your fellow traveler,
Speaker:and Tonight’s story is
Speaker:“The Ringmaster’s Welcome”
Speaker:by Pascal Farful,
Speaker:who spent over a year writing this one character and is really
Speaker:really hoping he’s made something worthwhile,
Speaker:and you can find more of his stories
Speaker:on his SoFurry Page.
Speaker:Read by Dirt Coyote,
Speaker:from the Desert. There is an urge that takes root in
Speaker:fear, that grows in solitude,
Speaker:and blooms in distrust. An urge to stop running.
Speaker:An urge to fling oneself into the jaws of death.
Speaker:The wild shrill siren-song of annihilation is hidden under the harmonics of every
Speaker:pursuit, of every secrecy,
Speaker:and the longer they are listened
Speaker:to the more audible it becomes.
Speaker:Survival can be not a matter of defying it,
Speaker:but of finding a negotiated surrender.
Speaker:By way of demonstration,
Speaker:Please enjoy “The Ringmaster’s
Speaker:Welcome” by Pascal Farful “Where are you goin’?”
Speaker:“A casino, officer.” The doberman sniffed the air.
Speaker:“Where’s your ID card?”
Speaker:The dingo twitched, then forced a smile.
Speaker:“I don’t know what you mean Officer,
Speaker:I’ve given you my drivers licence and registration.
Speaker:Do I need to carry something
Speaker:else?” The Doberman growled.
Speaker:“Well do you?” He sneered.
Speaker:“It’s not up to me to tell you the law, it’s up to you to follow it.”
Speaker:“I’m sorry, I don’t understand-”
Speaker:The dingo said slowly.
Speaker:The Doberman reached for his gun.
Speaker:The dingo dropped the hammer.
Speaker:Flung down the length of the car, the officer clambered to his feet and took potshots at the dingo as he raced into the distance.
Speaker:“He went westbound off of I-140, driving a Mustang.”
Speaker:The scanner crackled.
Speaker:“Don’t let that freak make it outta here alive.” -
Speaker:Finally, on the horizon,
Speaker:Jack spotted his target.
Speaker:A large building, with an unusually glamorous design.
Speaker:Particularly for somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Speaker:As he drove closer, the scanner went blissfully quiet.
Speaker:Not even just radio silence.
Speaker:Completely dead. He breathed a sigh.
Speaker:It was true. It must be.
Speaker:Cautiously, he drove up to the building,
Speaker:where someone was waiting for him.
Speaker:“Ah, Mister Jack Ellison.
Speaker:We’ve been expecting you.”
Speaker:A wolf in a suit said with a smile.
Speaker:“You got my reservation?”
Speaker:“Naturally.” The wolf replied.
Speaker:“You’re exactly our kind of clientele”.
Speaker:The dingo grinned and let himself be guided into a parking spot. -
Speaker:Ah… now this one… I like the look of him.
Speaker:Big, handsome and rough.
Speaker:A real daddy type.
Speaker:Looks like he can take a lot of punishment.
Speaker:Hopefully he’ll find my desires and fantasies
Speaker:appealing. For your sake, as well as mine.
Speaker:Entering the building,
Speaker:Jack was introduced to a vast casino hall.
Speaker:Banquet tables, glitz,
Speaker:glamour and shimmering suits.
Speaker:There were many people,
Speaker:but none of them seemed to…
Speaker:draw the eye. They were there, physically,
Speaker:sure but… he couldn’t recount details about them.
Speaker:The bounds of the room seemed not to exist.
Speaker:As he looked off to all sides,
Speaker:things seemed to just keep
Speaker:stretching off. Despite the game tables surrounding him,
Speaker:he didn’t buy any chips.
Speaker:Instead, he made his way over to a bar,
Speaker:one which seemed to only exist because he hoped to locate one.
Speaker:This didn’t seem to phase him.
Speaker:“What can I get you gorgeous?”
Speaker:The barman asked,
Speaker:a collie in a tight black thong and not a scrap else.
Speaker:While quipping “Laid”
Speaker:had come to the dingo’s mind,
Speaker:he thought better of it.
Speaker:While the skimpy outfit was
Speaker:appealing, what he took most notice of was the collie’s eyes.
Speaker:There was a… peculiar shimmer to them.
Speaker:Normal eyes, when you stare into them,
Speaker:only look back at you.
Speaker:These ones looked through Jack’s figure.
Speaker:But even this did not halt the stride of the dingo. He ordered a drink and the collie nodded and began to mix it.
Speaker:The dingo was in no hurry.
Speaker:The person he was after would reveal themselves soon enough.
Speaker:Jack had worried his outfit was too unkempt,
Speaker:but no sooner had the worry struck his mind
Speaker:than he would glance down and see
Speaker:that he’d been changed into a fabulous suit.
Speaker:A little tight fitting,
Speaker:but in all the right places.
Speaker:All the right places indeed.
Speaker:I have skimpier and sluttier of course.
Speaker:It’s ever so important to dress to impress.
Speaker:Though, of course,
Speaker:you know that, don’t you? As the
Speaker:wolf collected his drink,
Speaker:his ear twitched at the sound of a faint giggle,
Speaker:echoing through the walls of the building.
Speaker:By now, the casino tables had gone.
Speaker:It was just a luxury bar, with faceless, formless people hanging around to fill out the space.
Speaker:The smell of fresh fruits announced the arrival of a figure from behind Jack.
Speaker:“Evening.” The dingo smiled,
Speaker:not turning his head.
Speaker:He watched in the reflection of his glass as a fox perched on the stool next to him.
Speaker:“Well hello handsome.”
Speaker:The fox replied. Jack could feel how the vulpine’s emerald eyes were feasting on him,
Speaker:hearing how the fox licked his lips.
Speaker:Once happy he was on the menu,
Speaker:the dingo turned his head to examine the fox.
Speaker:Vibrant cherry red and bright
Speaker:crystal white fur and vivid inky black sock-markings,
Speaker:fitted very tightly into a black leotard,
Speaker:which became a tuxedo up past the waist,
Speaker:complete with waistcoat and tailcoat,
Speaker:with the tails of the jacket flowing down past
Speaker:his long sleek legs.
Speaker:A top hat rested on his head over long golden locks.
Speaker:A big black bowtie around the neck of a white pseudo-shirt.
Speaker:All in shiny, shimmering latex. Erotecisim
Speaker:at its most
Speaker:ostentatious. Ostentatious?
Speaker:Moi? Darling, if you’re only safe in subtlety,
Speaker:you’re in more danger than you can possibly imagine.
Speaker:The outfit almost didn’t stand out,
Speaker:given the location.
Speaker:But the dingo could pick him out from 50 miles away.
Speaker:“Shame to see you sat here all by yourself.”
Speaker:The fox cooed. The dingo sipped his drink.
Speaker:“I’m not much of a gambler.”
Speaker:Us queer folk are all gamblers.
Speaker:Whether we want to be or not.
Speaker:Just normally the best prize you get is to live another day.
Speaker:Not so tonight. Jack turned his head to look at the fox.
Speaker:The fox looked back with a
Speaker:sultry, hungry stare…
Speaker:though it slowly faltered.
Speaker:No… that’s not… “What’s the matter?” The dingo asked.
Speaker:The walls became more focused.
Speaker:The room became smaller.
Speaker:The walls shrunk. Jack began to worry.
Speaker:If this didn’t work out…
Speaker:The fox foibled. “Nothing.”
Speaker:He muttered. That’s impossible!
Speaker:Why can’t I- “You’re not a good liar.”
Speaker:The dingo said, before whispering
Speaker:“What’s wrong?” No… I can’t…
Speaker:I can’t use him. If I can’t read him, I can’t risk it.
Speaker:The fox grumbled and shook his head.
Speaker:“I… apologise for wasting your time.” The dingo
Speaker:watched the confused fox start to stand up.
Speaker:“No, wait.” Jack gasped.
Speaker:“I wanna fuck you.”
Speaker:The dingo he announced,
Speaker:like it was something people just said.
Speaker:The fox stopped, seemed to glow a little in delight,
Speaker:and smiled. “You do?”
Speaker:The dingo nodded.
Speaker:“Desperately.” The fox swayed seductively back over to the dingo.
Speaker:“That sounds appealing.
Speaker:My bed is awfully quiet tonight.”
Speaker:“Is that so?” Jack grinned at last.
Speaker:“Go on, run the gamut on me.”
Speaker:“I don’t know what you mean.”
Speaker:The fox lied with a smile.
Speaker:“I know you know damn well what the fuck I mean.
Speaker:And I’ll feed you,
Speaker:I’ll let you do the whole bit.”
Speaker:The dingo grinned.
Speaker:“But you gotta entertain me first.”
Speaker:“Entertainment is my speciality.” The fox said as smuttily as possible
Speaker:“Perhaps a pole dance will
Speaker:stiffen you up?” “Add that to the list.” The dingo smirked.
Speaker:“But first, tease me.”
Speaker:He said, placing his paws on the fox’s smooth, slender legs,
Speaker:causing the fox to squeak in delight and purr.
Speaker:The room got awfully hot,
Speaker:awfully fast. But Jack wasn’t to be distracted. “What caused you to back off?”
Speaker:The fox’s gaze faltered again..
Speaker:“I…” He reattempted his gaze at the dingo again,
Speaker:tilted his head, then shook it.
Speaker:The room cooled down again,
Speaker:the fire going out for just a moment.
Speaker:“Accept it. I know.
Speaker:Just… humour me.” The dingo smirked.
Speaker:“Call it foreplay.”
Speaker:The fox grumbled.
Speaker:“Well, I’m The Ringmaster,
Speaker:owner of this fine casino.”
Speaker:“I’m Jack. Owner of a Lonely Heart”.
Speaker:The Ringmaster tried that gaze again,
Speaker:but quickly bounced off.
Speaker:“Don’t give yourself a headache.”
Speaker:Jack said. “Let me buy you a drink while we talk.”
Speaker:The dingo flagged down the barman, still adorned that latex thong.
Speaker:“What does The Ringmaster drink?”
Speaker:The dingo asked. The fox snorted.
Speaker:“You seem ahead of the game,
Speaker:perhaps you already know?”
Speaker:Jack grinned and ran his paw over the fox’s thighs again.
Speaker:“Come on now, play along.”
Speaker:Jack saw the apprehension and arousal duel within the fox.
Speaker:A horny gaze that hesitated,
Speaker:but legs which spread so keenly.
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s apprehension finally won,
Speaker:as he turned to the barely-dressed collie.
Speaker:“A pina colada please.”
Speaker:The collie gave a bow and disappeared to make the drink.
Speaker:“Nice outfit you give them.”
Speaker:Jack smiled. “Gonna have to get you to pick something out for me.”
Speaker:Instantly, the dingo’s outfit was changed.
Speaker:He was stripped all-but naked except for a pair of tight, skimpy and shiny black latex shorts.
Speaker:“That’s better.” The dingo grinned, looking back to the fox.
Speaker:“Now, where were we?”
Speaker:The Ringmaster smiled.
Speaker:“Well, I’m just a… playful fox.” He smiled, crossing his sleek legs and smiling.
Speaker:“That’s hot.” Jack grinned, meeting the sultry gaze with his own.
Speaker:“And I’m a playful guy who wants to do freaky stuff with a playful magic fox.”
Speaker:How about you do something really freaky
Speaker:and let me into your mind?!
Speaker:The dingo paused as the drink was placed down before the fox.
Speaker:“I know you’re trying to read my mind.”
Speaker:The fox snorted, in a way that tried to be coy and playful,
Speaker:but slipped. “Well,
Speaker:knowing how to please your partners is important in my line of work.”
Speaker:“It’s critical to your survival.”
Speaker:The dingo smirked. …how
Speaker:on earth does he know that?
Speaker:The fox sipped the drink.
Speaker:“Yes. You could say that.”
Speaker:“I’ll feed you.” The dingo smiled.
Speaker:“I’ll give you everything you desire
Speaker:and more. But… play me.
Speaker:Play me like a fiddle.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster grumbled.
Speaker:“I can’t.” “Why not?” Jack teased. “Am I not a good enough meal for a-”
Speaker:“Because I don’t want to hurt you!”
Speaker:Lightning. Pyrotechnics.
Speaker:The world shatters like glass to black.
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s breathing compresses and expands the space. The room expands and contracts.
Speaker:And then, the bar and its occupants slowly return.
Speaker:“Sorry.” The fox whispered.
Speaker:“I know who you are.” The dingo said.
Speaker:“I did my research.
Speaker:Meticulous research.
Speaker:There isn’t much written about a powerful queer incubus fox who can harvest the sexual power
Speaker:out of anyone around.”
Speaker:Jack smiled. “But what there is is absolutely titillating.”
Speaker:“Tell me what you know then.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster insisted.
Speaker:The dingo pulled out a small notebook.
Speaker:“Newfoundland, Canada, 1993;
Speaker:An amulet belonging to a red incubus fox who is believed to provide sexual fantasies to men and women
Speaker:between 29 and 58
Speaker:is recovered at an abandoned industrial site.”
Speaker:“Well, I-” Jack placed a large amulet on the bartop.
Speaker:“Where
Speaker:the fuck did you get that?” The fox squeaked.
Speaker:“You gave it to me.”
Speaker:Jack grinned. “I asked for it by name
Speaker:and it appeared in my hand.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster paused.
Speaker:“Oh… now you mention it…”
Speaker:He folded his arms.
Speaker:“Well, fine wise cock,
Speaker:if you know so much,
Speaker:what does it do?” “Orgasm eternaliser.”
Speaker:He said. “Achieve orgasm with this thing on
Speaker:and you’ll never stop.”
Speaker:The fox cackled and giggled,
Speaker:covering his mouth with a paw as he did so.
Speaker:“Oh yes… the human mind struggles to process infinite pleasure.”
Speaker:He moved his paw and added.
Speaker:“It tends to melt them.”
Speaker:“Melt them?” “True, white hot pleasure isn’t something your brain is used to experiencing,
Speaker:is it?” The fox teased.
Speaker:“And when you hard-wire the sensation, and pump it over and over and over…
Speaker:the psyche collapses.
Speaker:The sense of self evaporates.
Speaker:Anxiety, identity,
Speaker:the things like money and power,
Speaker:that which is so
Speaker:pointlessly toiled over.
Speaker:All become valueless
Speaker:in the face of eclipsing pleasure.”
Speaker:It’s not that you can’t resist.
Speaker:It’s that you’ll never have a reason to want to.
Speaker:The rubber of Jack’s shorts began to creak and stretch nicely.
Speaker:“That’s what I came here for.”
Speaker:The dingo grinned. “I want that.”
Speaker:“And you know that nobody ever comes back from it?”
Speaker:“Why would anyone ever want to?”
Speaker:“That’s not the point.” The Ringmaster grunted.
Speaker:“The point is that you know and understand what it means to be consumed.”
Speaker:“And you need to be able to read my mind to do that
Speaker:and not just hear me say
Speaker:“I consent” because…?”
Speaker:“Because it is the duty of the powerful to protect the powerless.
Speaker:I have the power to conquer your entire soul,
Speaker:and it is only right to give you the chance to reject it up until the very final moments before consumption.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster insisted.
Speaker:“Arousal clouds judgement.
Speaker:Perhaps there is a world outside of the eternal orgasm that you want to explore.”
Speaker:The dingo laughed and caressed the bulge in his shorts.
Speaker:“There’s no world out there for me.
Speaker:A life dedicated to sex will be the best life I could ever hope for.
Speaker:I had to outrun cops just to get here. ”
Speaker:“I noticed.” The fox said.
Speaker:“I consent.” Jack repeated.
Speaker:“We’re both old hornballs, sound of mind,
Speaker:I demand to be allowed to consent.”
Speaker:“You don’t know what you’re playing with.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster snarled,
Speaker:room vanishing to black once more.
Speaker:“You think that reading a few books
Speaker:and collecting a few trinkets
Speaker:makes you understand,
Speaker:but you don’t.” He continued,
Speaker:a thick, swirling fog surrounding the pair. “A nymphomaniac incubus with magic sex powers.”
Speaker:Jack repeated. “But not just any incubus,
Speaker:you’re the best damn one in the world.
Speaker:There ain’t a truck stop glory hole that doesn’t know your name”
Speaker:“Mortals have long believed they know how to overcome powers beyond them,
Speaker:only to be destroyed by them.
Speaker:To be hurt and maimed by powers beyond pale.”
Speaker:The fox glared. “I will not let that happen to you.”
Speaker:Jack laughed. As he did,
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s rage began to ebb,
Speaker:the confusion returning to his muzzle, and the room returning to the fore.
Speaker:“Nobody’s ever resisted the mind read before.”
Speaker:The fox whispered.
Speaker:“And it’s not even
Speaker:a full read, just the consent.
Speaker:Just whether they are frightened, wishing it to end,
Speaker:too scared of someone powerful to say so.”
Speaker:The dingo finally stopped laughing.
Speaker:“You’re not getting it,
Speaker:are you?” He chugged the last of his drink.
Speaker:“You got any balconies in this place?”
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s eyes went wide.
Speaker:“No…” Jack smiled. “You don’t?”
Speaker:“No, I do, I…” The Ringmaster fumbled to his feet,
Speaker:conjuring a large, old book to his paw,
Speaker:surrounded by green magic and flicking through it.
Speaker:“Come, upstairs.” The fox said. ‘Upstairs’
Speaker:was a new concept.
Speaker:There hadn’t been an upstairs when Jack had looked, but the green magic was feverishly constructing it above them.
Speaker:Grinning, Jack got to his feet, pausing to admire how his latex shorts
Speaker:audibly creaked with movement.
Speaker:“Just be careful. If you lead the way, I will stare at your ass the whole time.”
Speaker:The fox purred. The world seemed to purr with him, lights pulsed, the brass rails around the bar ran warm.
Speaker:“Then I have no other choice, do I?”
Speaker:The fox cooed, distracted from his book by his hunger.
Speaker:Jack nodded and strode forth.
Speaker:He placed a paw on the fox’s muzzle,
Speaker:turning The Ringmaster’s muzzle to face his.
Speaker:“A submissive streak?
Speaker:That’s odd, most incubi like control.”
Speaker:The fox’s eyes began to glow a vivid green.
Speaker:Foolishly, the dingo raised his paw and swatted at the fox’s ass.
Speaker:A firm, dominant spank.
Speaker:The incubus cried out in arousal,
Speaker:arms and legs grappling around his prey.
Speaker:In all this, Jack’s mind was beset.
Speaker:A vision. Of The Ringmaster.
Speaker:Throughly inseminated.
Speaker:Profoundly delighted,
Speaker:surrounded by infinite faceless phalluses and drenched in his follower’s most
Speaker:useful commodity.
Speaker:Jack blinked. As hard as he could,
Speaker:but the vision only lasted a fraction of a second.
Speaker:“How’d you do that?!”
Speaker:The dingo gasped, shorts creaking loudly.
Speaker:“How’d I do what?”
Speaker:The fox cooed, swishing his tail and gazing with glowing, starving eyes deep into the dingo’s own.
Speaker:The collie’s eyes were
Speaker:fairly shimmery, but The Ringmaster’s were inescapable.
Speaker:“That… that vision!”
Speaker:Jack asked, his hips moving to meet the fox’s own.
Speaker:“Oh, you mean…” Jack jumped and shuddered again.
Speaker:The Ringmaster, suitably drenched,
Speaker:slowly and seductively drinking his follower’s seed out his a cupped paw.
Speaker:“I told you.” The Ringmaster snared,
Speaker:vision shattering and putting distance between the pair.
Speaker:“You’re dealing with someone with more power than you can possibly imagine.
Speaker:There are incubi like me who would simply steal you for food.
Speaker:You’ve got to understand
Speaker:that once you’re consumed,
Speaker:you have no existence beyond that which serves my sexual pleasure.”
Speaker:“If I say no, you’ll stop,
Speaker:won’t you?” “Of course.
Speaker:But you won’t, that’s the thing.”
Speaker:The fox said. “Once consumed,
Speaker:pleasuring me is all you can think to do.
Speaker:It’s a non-severable pact.
Speaker:It’s not that you can’t stop,
Speaker:it’s that you’ll never want to.
Speaker:The very idea of choice, of freedom
Speaker:and of agency will be removed from you.
Speaker:That’s why I’m trying to read your mind to see if you understand your fate,
Speaker:that’s why I’m putting these visions in your head.
Speaker:I need to know that you know what you’re getting into
Speaker:and that you
Speaker:truly, truly want it.”
Speaker:He shook his head.
Speaker:“For fucks sake. You’re so obsessed with making sure that I understand you,
Speaker:that you ain’t paused to try and understand me.
Speaker:I never had a shot at choice,
Speaker:freedom or agency anyway.
Speaker:I ain’t got no money,
Speaker:no home, no future.
Speaker:The people out there don’t let people like me have any of that.”
Speaker:He said, stepping closer to the fox again.
Speaker:“You the first person who ever wanted to give me love
Speaker:and now you’re fuckin’ worried you’re gonna gimme me too much?!”
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s gaze didn’t soften,
Speaker:but his head tilted.
Speaker:“Follow me.” He instructed,
Speaker:flagging his tail so the tails of the jacket would part and give the dingo that most
Speaker:appetising view. As he walked and Jack followed,
Speaker:the fox started to flick through the large book he’d conjured
Speaker:earlier. As requested,
Speaker:The Ringmaster led Jack out to a small balcony overlooking the front of the hotel.
Speaker:“So,” The dingo muttered.
Speaker:“Do I need to tell you, or?”
Speaker:The fox snapped the book shut and stared into the distance.
Speaker:“Why did you seek me out?”
Speaker:“I already told you.”
Speaker:“No you didn’t. All you’ve told me
Speaker:that you’re marginalised and actively oppressed.
Speaker:There’s lots of people like that, very few drive to a casino that doesn’t exist,
Speaker:on the trail of the world’s most powerful incubus.”
Speaker:“Most powerful?” Jack snorted.
Speaker:The Ringmaster turned his head at last, only to shoot the dingo another vision.
Speaker:Filthy enough to make Jack moan audibly and buckle at the knee.
Speaker:The fox stifled a delighted gasp,
Speaker:holding his bottom lip in his teeth and bristling a little.
Speaker:little.“Fuck, you weren’t bluffing when you said freaky,
Speaker:were you?” The Ringmaster giggled with great approval.
Speaker:“It just… looks nice when it leaks out.”
Speaker:“I know! But it takes a lot of effort to get a man’s asshole that lo-”
Speaker:“Okay!” Jack gasped at last.
Speaker:“Okay okay…” He fumbled back to standing,
Speaker:but his shorts were barely hanging on.
Speaker:“I thought you didn’t know how to read minds.”
Speaker:he muttered. “That wasn’t mind reading,
Speaker:that was black box cryptanalysis.”
Speaker:“What?” “Doesn’t matter.”
Speaker:The fox waved a paw.
Speaker:“Why did you really seek me out?”
Speaker:Jack grumbled and hung his head.
Speaker:“Because you and I have a fair bit in common.
Speaker:And I know you’d understand me,
Speaker:the real me. Not just…
Speaker:this me.” The fox drummed his fingers on the balcony,
Speaker:then scoffed. “Okay, fine.
Speaker:I don’t know. I promise to be exceedingly horny not exceedingly perceptive.”
Speaker:Jack sighed “Moon me.”
Speaker:“Moon you? Darling I’m wearing a leotard, it-”
Speaker:The Ringmaster stopped suddenly.
Speaker:“Oh.” He whispered, before raising a commanding paw to the distance.
Speaker:Jack grinned. His fur bristled.
Speaker:He gazed into the full moon,
Speaker:welcoming it’s magic with glee and joy.
Speaker:His muscles grew and his clothes stretched.
Speaker:At last, the werewolf threw back his head
Speaker:and cried in delight as he was blessed with his true form.
Speaker:“You can’t read the mind of someone like me.”
Speaker:The werewolf said.
Speaker:“Part of… this, is that I’m immune to that kind of deception.”
Speaker:“I never thought of it as being deception.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster whispered.
Speaker:“Oh what you’re doing?
Speaker:I don’t think it is.”
Speaker:Jack said. “But you have to understand me when I tell you that this ain’t no world for a werewolf.
Speaker:They think they can convert me.
Speaker:First they did it to queer folk,
Speaker:now they wanna do it to me.
Speaker:Chase me out of house and home and stick needles in me to “cure” me.”
Speaker:The wolf stared up at the moon.
Speaker:“And the trade off for being cursed with the oppression is that I’ve got a few extra tricks up my sleeve.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster gazed off into the distance again. “Shall
Speaker:I leave that there?” He asked, gesturing to the moon.
Speaker:The werewolf shrugged.
Speaker:“God I dunno.”
Speaker:He leaned on the balcony, looking at the edge of the realm, the edge of The
Speaker:Ringmaster’s influence physically visible on the horizon.
Speaker:“Out there, there’s no good end for me.
Speaker:Best case I keep running.
Speaker:Running and running forever
Speaker:and they never catch me.
Speaker:Worst case, they catch me
Speaker:and uhh… yeah.” Jack looked back over at the fox.
Speaker:“This? This is a good ending.
Speaker:One of… probably only one.
Speaker:You seriously think I wouldn’t gleefully surrender the false promise of the American Dream to an incubus?
Speaker:You’ve gotta be mad to think I’d think twice.”
Speaker:Jack gazed into The Ringmaster’s eyes.
Speaker:“That world doesn’t want me.
Speaker:This world does.” The fox nodded, bringing the book back around to read.
Speaker:“The thing is… I don’t know if my magic will work on a werewolf.”
Speaker:“You don’t need mind-reading,
Speaker:I’m a werewolf, pretty damn handy with my claws.
Speaker:If I don’t want it, you’ll know about it.”
Speaker:Jack smirked. “Well
Speaker:okay.” The fox said.
Speaker:“But there’s other…
Speaker:modifications that I like to make.”
Speaker:“You’ve changed my outfit multiple times today.”
Speaker:Jack smirked. “That wasn’t a change to your biology though,
Speaker:that was just moving fabrics around.
Speaker:Barely sleight of hand.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster smirked,
Speaker:adding a leather harness, big boots and some tall orange socks to the werewolf’s attire
Speaker:with just his mind alone.
Speaker:“The shorts did stretch when I transformed.”
Speaker:“Again, that’s just polymers.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster explained.
Speaker:“I need to adjust parts of your biology to make you…
Speaker:suitable for eternal use.”
Speaker:Jack grinned. “Like?”
Speaker:He watched the fox try and mind read the consent out of habit,
Speaker:then wiggle his head.
Speaker:“May I?” He asked. The werewolf nodded
Speaker:“Of course.” Jack’s latex shorts instantly lost their crotch.
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s paw took a gentle hold of the werewolf’s nuts.
Speaker:“These… usually run dry. And this,”
Speaker:The fox added, easing a paw around Jack’s growing length.
Speaker:“Usually aches and hurts after the first 3 orgasms.
Speaker:So I… alter the partner’s biology.
Speaker:The limitations of the flesh are a thing of the past.
Speaker:If the mind still desires,
Speaker:the body will comply.”
Speaker:The fox released his hold and smiled.
Speaker:“Naturally, I have tricks of my own.
Speaker:And those tricks will work on you, but…”
Speaker:The fox’s head fell and the thick, dripping arousal on his lips dried up.
Speaker:“I fear I’ll get three loads in
Speaker:and you’ll either be bone dry or in agony or
Speaker:both.” Don’t worry.
Speaker:That’s not a problem for a mortal like you.
Speaker:Jack gulped. “What happened to your previous… harvests?”
Speaker:“Oh they’re still around.
Speaker:Still very happy with their subservience to me.”
Speaker:The fox said “You’ve met a pair of them today.
Speaker:today.” “Then why are you out seducing more guys?”
Speaker:The fox gave the werewolf that
Speaker:thick, sultry gaze again.
Speaker:“Seducing is… addictive.”
Speaker:He stepped close,
Speaker:running a finger along the wolf’s jawline.
Speaker:“Everyone’s got different
Speaker:needs, desires, fantasies.”
Speaker:The fox said, eyes glowing green again,
Speaker:the magical aura starting to appear around him,
Speaker:and all things other than the pair fading away.
Speaker:“Little holes in their minds where they keep their fantasies
Speaker:that I can sink myself into.”
Speaker:Isn’t that right?
Speaker:“Seduction is so addictive,
Speaker:so powerful, and with such a high success rate for one simple reason.”
Speaker:The fox summarised
Speaker:“Everyone loves to be seduced.”
Speaker:You want an incubus to worm his way into your head.
Speaker:To uncover your every fantasy.
Speaker:Then fulfil them for you.
Speaker:Over. And Over. And Over.
Speaker:Until they consume you,
Speaker:dominate you. Liberate
Speaker:or Obliterate. “...oh gods”
Speaker:Jack gasped, the eager paws of an aroused man
Speaker:rubbing and groping the fox’s fur and outfit,
Speaker:earning loud, proud vocal gasps,
Speaker:shudders and moans from the fox.
Speaker:fox.“I… I… don’t know how long I can resist…”
Speaker:The fox went from arching his back way, way back to swinging himself back forward,
Speaker:one of his slender legs wrapping around the wolf’s waist,
Speaker:eyes staring right into Jack’s. “I’m doing everything in my power
Speaker:not to consume you right here,
Speaker:right now.” The wolf shuddered and whined.
Speaker:“Please, I’m begging you.
Speaker:Do it. It’s all I ever wanted.”
Speaker:“If the magic doesn’t work?”
Speaker:“Then it’ll be three of the best orgasms on earth and the agony will be worth it.
Speaker:Please!” The fox eased his paw down,
Speaker:taking hold of the wolf’s balls again. “Oh fu…fuck…”
Speaker:Jack shuddered. Suddenly, he could…
Speaker:feel how heavy his nuts were.
Speaker:The Ringmaster’s eyes lit up.
Speaker:“Yes… yes! It works!”
Speaker:“Gods I… It feels like I’ve not cum in a billion years.”
Speaker:He gasped, finally looking back into the fox’s glowing eyes.
Speaker:The lights went out.
Speaker:The only sense Jack could feel was arousal.
Speaker:Both in the mental desire,
Speaker:but more in the physical cues.
Speaker:How stiff he was,
Speaker:how heavy his balls felt,
Speaker:how all his fur responded to this growing heat from around him.
Speaker:How his muzzle drooled,
Speaker:begging to be kissed. Paws that wanted to explore.
Speaker:A tongue that wanted to delight.
Speaker:The lights came up.
Speaker:The enormous, fabulous ballroom was back.
Speaker:But Jack was now stood on a stage.
Speaker:His arms tied behind his back to a large stripper’s pole, and into the distance was an uncountable number of people.
Speaker:As far as his eyes stretched,
Speaker:there were more. The room was infinite.
Speaker:And they were all looking
Speaker:at him. And they were cheering.
Speaker:“Finally.” The Ringmaster said.
Speaker:Not in Jack’s ear.
Speaker:In his head. “A people who appreciate
Speaker:you. Want you. Desire
Speaker:you. Drink it in.” All Jack could do was gaze at the crowd.
Speaker:He could feel his length leaking,
Speaker:pouring with precome.
Speaker:A shimmering, impossible puddle of it had formed about his feet.
Speaker:His mind swam in endless sexual visions.
Speaker:He tried to beg, for that was only polite,
Speaker:for the sex and affection he was desperate to provide to everyone he could see.
Speaker:But he was drooling uncontrollably.
Speaker:His lips didn’t move properly.
Speaker:Any attempt to think beyond the carnal was swallowed by the tide of arousal.
Speaker:“You don’t have to fight it.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster. The voice both ricocheted around his head,
Speaker:but rang from the walls of the infinite chamber.
Speaker:“I know your fantasies.
Speaker:I’m going to feed them back to you.
Speaker:One. By one. By one.
Speaker:And they’re going to overpower you.
Speaker:Devour you. Free you.
Speaker:Before too long the pleasure will become so intense,
Speaker:so powerful, so liberating
Speaker:that you’ll know of nothing
Speaker:other than the pleasure I will give you.
Speaker:I will provide all the fantasies you’ve ever had
Speaker:and all the fantasies you will discover,
Speaker:until there is but one left.
Speaker:Eternal servitude to me.”
Speaker:Finally, a familiar black paw began to caress Jack’s pulsing shaft.
Speaker:He buckled and howled in pleasure.
Speaker:The feeling was… beyond words.
Speaker:“I won’t give you the American Dream.
Speaker:But I will pour the American Nightmare down your throat.
Speaker:I promise you orgasms so powerful
Speaker:that the layers of your brain will start to separate.
Speaker:So addictive that you’d do
Speaker:anything to feel them again.
Speaker:But all you’d need to do is continue that subservience.
Speaker:I will give you the absence of pain,
Speaker:of anxiety and fear.
Speaker:Of hopelessness, of persecution
Speaker:and of loneliness.
Speaker:I will give you eternal pleasure.”
Speaker:Jack’s head was told to go down,
Speaker:and did, to see the Ringmaster ease his shaft down his throat.
Speaker:One perfect, deep swallow.
Speaker:All those inches, all that girth,
Speaker:like it was nothing at all. The incubus’s supernatural muzzle prowess being met with more obscene visions.
Speaker:What was real, what was fantasy.
Speaker:By now, the two were one and the same.
Speaker:“All of these people will be your family.
Speaker:You will be fed well,
Speaker:loved, delighted in.
Speaker:For all of eternity,
Speaker:pleasure, love and my graceful touch
Speaker:and those of your fellow toys will be all you ever feel,
Speaker:experience or know.”
Speaker:Jack erupted. He watched his length begin to drench the face of the fox in his seed.
Speaker:Thicker, more than he’d
Speaker:ever shot before.
Speaker:At first he was scared,
Speaker:his load had landed so very carelessly over The Ringmaster’s face,
Speaker:obscuring all his fur,
Speaker:those golden locks and his lovely tophat.
Speaker:But the fox beamed in delight,
Speaker:starting to lick some of the seed up,
Speaker:and just rub the remainder into his fur and outfit.
Speaker:“Good toy.” The Ringmaster grinned.
Speaker:“Thank you M…” The wolf began to shudder. The fox stood, reaching out with a finger to smear the drool around the wolf’s muzzle.
Speaker:“There’s a very beautiful word you’re trying to say…
Speaker:I think you should let all these people hear you say it.”
Speaker:“Thank you Master.”
Speaker:Jack gasped at last. The fox glowed yet brighter still.
Speaker:“Perfect.” “Sir,” A voice piped up.
Speaker:The voice of the collie from before.
Speaker:He didn’t glow brightly, but was
Speaker:achingly stiff, with tail thrashing merrily to and fro.
Speaker:It was this thrashing of tail that alerted Jack that his too was swaying
Speaker:“Yes, my beloved?” The Ringmaster smiled.
Speaker:“May I kiss him and love him, Sir?”
Speaker:The fox grinned at Jack.
Speaker:“Well, can he?” “Yes.” Jack said.
Speaker:“I’ve wanted to love him
Speaker:ever since I saw him.” …did
Speaker:he? For a millisecond,
Speaker:Jack wondered if he really had wanted to…
Speaker:but then he realised that of course he did.
Speaker:Kissing is good. How could he forget?
Speaker:The collie took two merry steps, then began to lock lips with the werewolf.
Speaker:Tongues danced, spittle drooled down.
Speaker:Cocks frotted. The room dissolved again.
Speaker:The bounds which held the werewolf disappeared,
Speaker:letting the pair touch, fondle and caress
Speaker:each other.
Speaker:Every sensation was beyond perfection. -
Speaker:“Gimme an update,
Speaker:damnit!” “We’ve been searching for 10 hours now, he ain’t here.”
Speaker:The sheriff grunted, kicking the abandoned car.
Speaker:“Fucker vanished into thin air.”
Speaker:“Don’t sweat it. He’ll turn up.
Speaker:There’s no happy endings for freaks like that.” -
Speaker:“This is your last chance to turn away.”
Speaker:The Ringmaster uttered into Jack’s mind.
Speaker:“Your free will hangs by a thread.
Speaker:The key to forever fits so snugly in the lock.”
Speaker:Jack realised he and the collie were laying in a large silk bed.
Speaker:Around them, marble towers and steps,
Speaker:with blue flames licking up them.
Speaker:At the foot of the bed,
Speaker:the Ringmaster hovered,
Speaker:levitating with arms outstretched.
Speaker:And around Jack’s neck was that powerful amulet.
Speaker:For a moment though,
Speaker:everything wiped to clarity.
Speaker:Clear of mind, devoid of arousal.
Speaker:“The choice is yours.
Speaker:You must not rush to make it.
Speaker:You have all the time you need.”
Speaker:The door was there.
Speaker:This could end. He c-
Speaker:“Consume me, Master.”
Speaker:Jack smiled. The full force of the arousal,
Speaker:heat and erotic magic suddenly took hold once more.
Speaker:The Ringmaster, enveloped in green flames,
Speaker:licked his lips “The pleasure is all ours.”
Speaker:The collie rolled Jack over onto his back as the fox dropped down onto the bed.
Speaker:He crawled astride him,
Speaker:the helpful collie guiding the werewolf’s length to where the smooth rump of the fox’s leotard was,
Speaker:but was now baring that most useful opening.
Speaker:As Jack was sunk within the fox,
Speaker:he slid in balls deep with perfect painless magic.
Speaker:Of course he does.
Speaker:I’m built for the purpose.
Speaker:The fox leaned over the werewolf, staring deep into his eyes as The Ringmaster’s hips began to work.
Speaker:“It’s just what you wanted,
Speaker:isn’t it?” “No Master;
Speaker:it’s even better than I dreamed.”
Speaker:That green glow enveloped the wolf’s body,
Speaker:creeping up his arms and legs,
Speaker:over his chest and up his neck.
Speaker:“Good toy.” The Ringmaster smiled.
Speaker:Jack’s eyes begin to glow green,
Speaker:his breath quickened.
Speaker:The licks of flame around the bed
Speaker:grow higher and higher.
Speaker:“Welcome home.” The fox smiled,
Speaker:leaning down and placing his lips to Jack’s.
Speaker:Permanently slipping his inhibitions,
Speaker:launching that eternal orgasm
Speaker:from the wolf’s hips,
Speaker:and finally, finally
Speaker:consuming the werewolf
Speaker:who had asked so nicely for it.
Speaker:As Jack thrusted back into Master,
Speaker:pumping load upon load of cum into his loving owner,
Speaker:The Ringmaster raised his head and gazed out,
Speaker:out of his world.
Speaker:Into yours. Look at him.
Speaker:How happy he is. A dream provided,
Speaker:given freely. Complex, sure.
Speaker:Heaven is never easy.
Speaker:Though, It’s only so fun to watch.
Speaker:To see heaven handed to another,
Speaker:and to wish so deeply that it was you.
Speaker:Fear not, there’s plenty of room for you too.
Speaker:After all, an incubus
Speaker:is never sated… This was “The Ringmaster’s Welcome”
Speaker:by Pascal Farful, read for you by Dirt Coyote,
Speaker:from the Desert. You can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog,
Speaker:or find the show wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Thank you for listening
Speaker:to The Ghost of Dog.