Something Borrowed

Chapter 5: The Ceremony

Sneak Peek

“So, are you just getting stronger with every lay or something?" Aksel asked as he lathered his hair in the shower.

“Whatever do you mean?" Stolid answered his question with a question, the buck didn't like that.

“I mean, every time I fuck someone I feel like you're able to creep up further on my arm," Aksel continued to wash himself, cleaning himself up as his rabbit slut sucked his cock, thick schlorking and slurping could be heard as he continued to slob on that knob.

“Do you really think sex is making me stronger?" Stolid responded with another question.

“Not necessarily the sex, but," Aksel ran his head under the shower water before continuing, his entire arm being consumed by that red latex and rolling over his shoulder and creeping onto his pec. “You're definitely able to cover more, and I feel like the more sex I have, the more you seem to creep further over my body."

“Well, you're the one making me roll over your body right now, not the other way around," Stolid remarked.

“Still avoiding my question, huh?" Aksel smirked. “I'm demanding an answer."

“And what do I get in return for answering your question?"

“You bargaining with me right now?" Aksel chuckled before giving a moan as his balls bounced and thick wads of cum shot down Ryan's muzzle, the rabbit's eyes glowing red with his pupils filled with shimmering hearts.

As soon as he came that red latex laced further, the tendrils covering more of his pec and flicking over his nipple as it crept up over his delt, swelling it with power.

“Kind of hard to deny that it's happening when I can literally see it in real time," Aksel snorted, streams of water dripping from his muzzle.

“I don't have to answer if I don't want to. Besides, I can't really lie to you," Stolid started.

“But you can omit the truth," Aksel started rinsing his pits, the pit with the latex there had little tendril hairs that gripped his hand as he washed over them, but he just ignored them and kept cleaning himself. “So if it's not the sex, it's probably something else."

Stolid was silent.

“Do you have the ability to cover my entire body with this stuff?"

“Not yet," Stolid answered. “Though, I couldn't without your permission anyway. What's the big deal? I'm regaining my strength. It's been far too fucking long."

“Whatever man," Aksel kicked his leg up onto the edge of the bath and started face fucking Ryan, his dick digging deeper as the rabbit took his thick bitch breaker, cum dribbling from his chin. “We have the party tonight and I want to be the one in control, so you're going to have to be better at coaching and not trying to take things over again."

“Oh come on," Stolid complained. “I laid all the groundwork, shouldn't I be able to enjoy some of the discourse we sowed tonight?"

“Tell me why you're growing and maybe I will," Aksel smirked, thrusting into that maw seamlessly, his balls bouncing off that rabbits chin.

“I don't deal with maybe's anymore," Stolid answered. “Let me have some control during the fucking and I'll tell you."

“'Some' meaning you can help me when I need it, but no more than that," Aksel countered.

“Deal," Stolid agreed.

“Okay, so why are you growing?"

“It's not just me you dunderhead," Stolid chuckled. “You're growing too. Haven't you noticed your dick digging a little deeper? Your antlers reaching a little higher?"

Aksel paused and looked his body over. “Maybe, I guess I might be a little bigger." Aksel admitted.

“Exactly," Stolid affirmed. “You're growing right alongside me with our thrall's worship."

“Worship?" Aksel paused his thrusting. “You mean…like some sort of god or whatever?"

“Pretty nifty trick huh?" Stolid's tendrils started tweaking the buck's nipple, a gentle shockwave of pleasure rippling over his chest. “Worship and adoration has an energy to it, and I'm able to harness it. So, that's where this power and growth are coming from. Worship from your followers."

“Followers?"

“Yeah," Stolid rolled his wrist as if urging him to continue down that train of thought. “Ryan here, that costume clerk, and even Ken and Terry are feeding you a bit. Anyone that thinks of you and adores you. That little poodle has been riding a glass dick thinking about you since you got him all riled up at the library."

“Really? That's pretty hot," Aksel smirked. “So, all I got to do is get people to drool over my new bod and I'll just keep getting sexier?"

“Not just sexier, but more powerful," Stolid smiled. “Like a real god would."

“Shit…" Aksel peeled Ryan off his dick and the rabbit cleaned it off in the hot stream.

“So, just imagine how a whole party filled with slutty gay men would do for your physique?"

“Shit, that's so hot," Aksel smirked as he got out of the shower while Ryan cleaned himself off. He knew the drill by now. Aksel dried himself off and started working on his beard and hair, styling it for the evening.

“I knew you would like it," Stolid shot a thumbs up at the buck, that onyx claw gleaming in the low light of the bathroom.

“So you just leveraged it for some time inside someone, huh?"

“You're catching on quick," Stolid chuckled. “Now, take your time. We can be late getting there."

“Really, I want to be there now and slam that bitch into his sheets," Aksel's cock was going down, but it quickly started to rise. The setting sun making his libido skyrocket.

“And how badly do you think they'll want to jump on that pole when you come late, sober, and with fresh booze for them to down when they're already sloshed."

“OH, you really are bad, aren't you," Aksel chuckled as he continued moisturizing and tending to his beard.

“You don't know the half of it," that giddy itch ran up his bones and tickled his nipple.

***

Aksel hopped off the bus, the buck feeling a little exposed with the open air on his balls. The kilt left little to the imagination, even less if you had a low vantage point. Thankfully his rut was under control, but he wouldn't need to have such discipline once he got into the slut twins' loft. The loft wasn't necessarily cheap, but it wasn't expensive either. A loft and a fuck den that the two loved to have parties and entertain in. Most parties devolved into spectacles and Aksel used to like it, until one of those parties led to someone else balls deep in his boyfriend's ass pumping pups that weren't his.

Aksel shook his head and shouldered his bag, the fresh alcohol there ready to add fuel to the inevitable fire upstairs. Aksel went up to the building and pushed on the familiar floor button. A series of voices crackled across the mic, but Aksel could make out some of them. He simply rolled his eyes.

“It's Stix," Aksel spoke into the receiver. “Ken invited me."

More static before the airy voice of a clearly drunk poodle came on the end.

“Stix! You made it! Get your sexy ass up here you salty dog!" The cage buzzed and Aksel went in.

_ “Fucking classy bunch, huh?"_ Stolid gleamed on his ring.

“Yeah, real fucking classy," Aksel rolled his eyes. “That's why I brought Goldschläger and Vanilla Smirnoff."

“At least they are fake classy. Makes them easy to shop for." Stolid responded.

“For real though," Aksel felt his hooves freeze as he reached the landing to the loft. His heart was pounding in a mixture of rage and anguish he didn't realize would strike him so hard.

“You doin' okay bud?" Stolid asked, genuinely concerned.

“I…the last time I was here…"

“That's when it happened?"

“Yeah…"

“Well, don't think of this as a new challenge, but a chance to rewrite the wrongs that were done against you. We'll get through this, together." Stolid squeezed his fist a couple times to comfort him. Aksel took a couple deep breaths before continuing forward and going down the hall to the loft entrance. Already blaring music and thrumming base could be felt in his hooves as mixed lights poured out from under the door, the peep hole like a blinking eye as it changed colors with the crack beneath the door. Aksel sighed and knocked on the door. He didn't have to wait long before the door flung open.

“Stix!" Ken came flying out of the door, his arms swinging around Aksel's hips and planting his face in his pecs. “You made it!"

The curly haired poodle looked like he was covered in several dozen neon paints that made him look like a Mexican candy skull, his crotch covered by a little yellow g-string that sank between his cheeks.

“Yeah," Aksel chuckled.

“Apologize for being late," Stolid instructed. “But make it sound like you may have had better plans or something."

“Sorry for being late," Aksel scratched the back of his head while ignoring the pups handsy paws. They were a little low and they brushed over his ass cheeks as he pulled back. “I just sort of lost track of time."

“I was worried you weren't coming," Ken put on some pouty lips.

“Oh? You were thinking of me?" Aksel smirked and cupped the pups chin. The poodle's brown eyes widened as they stood there for a second before Aksel continued. “I brought some booze for everyone. Nothing special, but I don't really know what you like, so I just sort of brought the basics."

“OH, yeah, come on in. We got a booze table inside," Ken took Aksel by the hand and dragged him into the loft. There was a place for shoes if anyone had any, and a large mirror tacked up in the hall. Aksel finally got a good look at himself. He was a total stud, hell, he looked like a model in that Viking warrior outfit. His chest was fully exposed, the little happy trail going down his abs slipped beneath the fur kilt that split on its sides and was held together by a leather strap that revealed the buck was naked beneath it, no underwear for easy access. The black fur shawl that went over his shoulders accented how broad he was, the chain connecting the harness bounced on his pecs. His thick thighs and ass made the kilt cover less than even the model on the costume cover, and if you were lucky, a particularly large stride would give you a peek at the thick sheath and balls beneath that kilt. The cuffs on his wrists and ankles really brought the whole thing together.

It made the buck's sheath twitch.

“Hey everyone!" Ken shouted. “Styx is here!"

There was a brief pause as half the crowd looked over to see who Ken had been gushing over for the past few drunken hours, only for their eyes to go wide and their jaws to drop. Ken was known to exaggerate, but maybe this time he didn't play up the buck as much as he could have.

Aksel's ears folded back as all those eyes on him weighed him down, but Stolid took over for a brief moment. The buck smirked and winked at the crowd.

“Where the drinks at! Got some new supplies for everyone!"

The crowd cheered and half of them pointed over towards the kitchen. That cheer…that wave of energy. Now that he was aware of it, the buck could really feel when large bursts of energy flowed into him. He didn't feel any bigger, but maybe his kilt was a little tighter?

Aksel felt the control return to his body as Ken dragged him back to the kitchen. Aksel quietly thanked Stolid for the save.

_ “You're welcome, just let me know if you need anything else big guy,"_ Stolid squeezed his hand in reassurance, but it was also the same hand that was in Ken's and the poodle gave a little murr at the squeeze, his tail flicking back and forth.

“Here, let me pour you something," Ken started mixing stuff together. “You got to catch up, so I'll make it strong for ya." The poodle's hands snagged some random mixers and liquors and drained them into a red solo cup haphazardly.

Aksel knew that concoction. The poodle had practically force fed him that stuff at every party, and every party he was a drunken mess. He needed his wits about him.

“Ah, I appreciate it," Aksel smirked and took the drink and set it down, but not before taking the hand of the pup. “But I know what my speed is. Why don't you let me make myself a drink and I'll come find you, sound good?"

Aksel winked at the pup, his pout at having his drink rejected replaced with a goofy grin and a blush that showed through the neon paint on his fur.

“Okay," Ken smiled. “We've got a dance going on in the corner, obviously, and Jerry, the sexy Spartan over there, is selling some good stuff if you need it."

“I'll keep that in mind cutie," Aksel squeezed the pup's hand and he giggled before skipping off to the dance floor, the poodle being eaten by the crowd.

“You handled that well."

Aksel tensed up, his spine going rigid as he heard Terry behind him. The Great Dane was shouting, but it might as well have been a whisper in his ear with how that sultry voice tickled his spine.

“Need help?" Stolid asked. Aksel nodded and felt his body loosen up under Stolid's control.

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