So being Halloween, I was planning on having the second chapter my story “The Witch’s Bargain” ready, but due to an insane work load, I was unable to complete it. Instead, I offer this picture by  michael345 of the main protagonist KC being held by DJ, as well as a preview of Chapter II. It’s not perfect, and will probably change by the time I actually finish it, but I wanted to offer something:

“A few days passed, with Halloween getting closer and closer. The city of Salem was abuzz with activity, with people from all around the world coming to be bewitched by its mystical charm, although some took that a little more literally.
DJ, with two other friends by her side and a fox head tucked under her arms, trotted down Essex Street. They were heading to one of the more famous witch shops in the city, one that’s been around since the Salem Witch Trials themselves.
She reached over, giving the fox head a pat, who in turn gave her hand a lick. “You guys ready for this shop? My aunt Shenandoah and uncle Rutoko took me here once. They say it’s owned by the legendary Rebecca Nurse, but I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“Rebecca nurse? Wasn’t she hanged during the trials,” one of the two, a large lion, argued.
“According to records yes. But the record keeping back in 1692 wasn’t exactly top notch, not to mention the hysteria itself. For all we know they may have just locked them away and said they were dead.”
“Fair. But didn’t I read somewhere-“
“Wait, you actually read,” the other fur, a wolf SWB, interrupted.
The lion gave him a blank look. “If I didn’t love you, I’d sock you where it counts.”
“Where, my crotch, or my ass? Cause at least one of us needs a cock,” he teased more.
“Shut it. Not my fault I was born nullo. At least it means I don’t need to wear clothing. Although I still do have these phantom tingles in my groin. But anyways, I read that her sisters Mary and Sarah were also accused of witchcraft, with Mary heading to the ropes a couple months later.”
DJ stopped for a moment, looking down at the ground and thinking.
“What’s up DJ,” the Fox head asked, snapping DJ out of her trance.
“Huh? Oh nothing, just remembering something my aunt told me about the shop keeper: ‘Keep your guard up around her. She may seem nice and sweet, but those tails of yours will only protect you for so long.’”
The lion stopped next to her, cocking his eyebrows and taking the fox head in his own hands. “Meaning…”
“I don’t know, nor do I think I could if I wanted to right now. Just remember to keep your guard up. Even more so than you usual in the Witch City.”
The group made their way down the street, finally stopping in front of a normal looking shop front, decorated for Halloween and with signs inviting tourists from all around the world inside. As they opened the door, a cartoonish cat’s screech could be heard.
“Welcome dearies to Nec Prorsus Ipsum. I’m Rebecca. How can I help you today,” a young looking fox greeted from behind a counter. Standing up, she could be seen wearing old-fashioned clothing, stereotypical of the Trials era…”
To be continued later.

Part I: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/31299368/