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Life was starting to feel a bit more normal for Marcus once again, or rather, Marc, the name that he was used to being called, anymore.

Weeks had gone by, and he wasn't any closer to being his old, human self. Some days, he forgot that Marcus was ever his name, and despite the fact that he'd only taken part in one or two actual sexual interludes, his reputation still preceded him, leaving him to be the life of the party whenever he heard there were drinks being passed out in the dorm.

Usually, it only took a couple drinks and some light bribing to get people to keep from getting into the sack with him, and Marc was learning the real worth of a blowjob: even if he was worried about his own performance, most of the females simply couldn't help themselves, and almost every single one ended with a full, thick cream filling for the ladies, and a satisfied, stupefied smile for Marc, who would tell them they could continue things at a later date.

The only downside to this was often waking up to find his door being banged upon, with at least a few different females waiting in line to get at him, and shockingly, they weren't even upset at each other for going after the same guy; most of them would compare notes on the other side of the door and reminisce about coming so close to bedding the beast, when only one horny lioness was lucky enough to have actually had that honor.

"Think you're gonna head down to the cafeteria to get some chow?" his roommate, Saul, asked him. It was being a typical and almost unnerving routine, as every morning, Saul woke up early for track practice, came back with a protein bar, and invited Marc to go and get something to eat, and almost every single time, he offered to pay.

Of all of the changes Marc had been through in the past few weeks, that was the one he couldn't quite come to terms with. As a human, Saul had been a total prick, with not a single kind word to say to Marc at any point in their acquaintanceship. These days, Saul was almost too friendly to him, and Marc couldn't help thinking that there was some sort of weird reason for the change in personality. Everyone's personality had shifted a little bit when the big change took place, but no one was more different from their old self than Saul, and Marc couldn't begin to figure out why.

Marc was still a bit dense for his new form, though, and hadn't noticed the way that Saul was looking at him when he came back into the dorm every morning. He hadn't picked up on the way that the aggressive buck would keep his eyes on Marc's figure when he drifted off to sleep, or the way that Saul always walked just slightly behind him, despite being much faster; that was all a ploy to get a good look at Marc's backside, which barely squeezed into the rather tight jeans that he wore on a nearly daily basis.

All in all, in was hard to believe that Saul hadn't made a move yet, but he was getting impatient in waiting for Marc to take the bait. "Nyeh...I dunno, man. I'm not terribly hungry," March admitted, as he sat up in his bed and started to rub the sleep from his eyes. It had been too long since he had a proper night of uninterrupted sleep, but this particular evening, it seemed that the females weren't pounding on his door, or some of the males, for that matter, and he was able to embrace the fullest clutches of dreams.

"Seriously? I'm buying, y'know. There's no reason not to get at least get a little brunch."

Again, Marc raised a brow, never having asked Saul why he was suddenly so generous. "I mean, I guess not, but there's no point in spending money if I'm not really hungry," Marc pointed out, before realizing why the dorm had been so quiet that morning, anyway. "Ooooh, that's right. We've gotta save some cash, anyway! That big party is over in the common area tonight...no wonder everyone is sleeping in this morning."

"No surprise that you'll be there," Saul replied, giving Marc a knowing grin, as if there was something planned for the evening that the bull didn't know about yet. "Think you'll need to sneak in some kind of a warm up before the main event?"

For someone who knew that you were interested, it was an obvious line. For the oblivious Marc, it was a set of words that let him feel some sensuality, but he was still missing the point. "N-no, I don't think it would be best to start drinking before noon..."

Saul rolled his eyes and huffed. The door had been sitting open, letting the entire dorm see what was going on inside, but in his impatience, the buck stepped a little closer to Marc's bed, the exceptionally powerful and toned muscles in his thighs threatening to burst out of his small, skimpy track shorts. "I'm not talking about drinking, Marc. Everyone knows you're not that big on the alcohol."

"Uh..." Marc stuttered for a moment as he saw Saul coming closer, but the way that he walked wasn't like any other male he'd ever watched before. His legs sauntered in the same way that the ladies did when they thought they had a chance with Marc, who had always been sexually ambiguous to that point. He managed a tiny gulp as his thick skull finally started to get the picture, and he scooted over in his bed, closer to the wall. "Saul, l-listen, buddy, I'm glad that we're on better terms now, but I...I don't think-

"Don't think. That's good," Saul replied, as he slipped his pawtips under the hem of his tank top and peeled it away from his matted, sweaty fur. The flat of his chest and toned, firm abdomen came into view in such a slow, peeling way that Marc couldn't help appreciating the show, even if he wasn't sure that he was in to men in such a way. "It's really a lot better if you just act with instinct in a situation like this, but you don't seem to have much of that, for being such a legendary ladykiller."

Marc was beside himself, unsure if he should admit that he'd only been to bed proper with a female one time before, but it didn't seem to matter to Saul, who came closer still and set his knee on the bed. "Dude, Saul, I'm not...not..."

"Not gay? If you're sure, I'll stop right now...but...you don't seem too sure of yourself," Saul pointed out. Though it was actually deflating instead of growing, there were still signs of Marc's morning wood under the sheets, and the shape that it pressed against the thin, cotton fabric was the only thing Saul could focus on as he started to lean over Marc's thick, rippling body. "In fact, it looks to me like you're getting into the idea."

"It's going the other way," Marc was quick to point out, glaring at Saul, but the buck simply giggled, brushing a couple of the longer, smooth locks of blonde from in front of his captivating, jade eyes. "S-stop...stop giving me that look, Saul..."

" Make me."

It was a firm, challenging statement, one that Marc didn't find himself up to the task to answer as he stayed flat in his bed, unsure of if he was ready to explore that side of his sexuality or not. It was only then that he realized how many obvious hints Saul had been dropping that something like this was coming, and he cursed himself for not doing or saying something sooner as the buck gripped the sheets and threw them aside, exposing the half-full member of the bull that he'd been lusting after. Even only partially filled, it would be plenty more than a mouthful for Saul, who wasted no time in gripping it around the base with his small, thin pawtips and holding it upright so that he could drop his wide, open maw around the tip.

Marc still wasn't sure if he was gay or not, but one thing he knew for sure was just how amazing it felt to have a warm, wet maw closed around the head of his length, and despite the fact that anyone could easily walk by and see what was going on, a tight, powerful suckle on the very end of Marc's cock was all that it took to keep him pinned to the bed, as his whole body shuddered with a sensation he'd never known before. All of the ladies that he'd traded favors with simply went for the deep throat and as impressive as that was, none of them used a particular technique; Saul was different, stopping and taking time to appreciate the wide, slightly flared tip of the bull's manhood with thick, tight suckles, before slowly guiding it into the back of his muzzle, allowing his tongue to slide and tease along the underside the whole way down.

"Saul...w-wow..." Marc gasped, his voice bordering on breathless already as he was caught between wanting to look away and pretend it was a female, and simply looking and accepting that another man was giving him a blowjob...and an amazing one, at that. It helped that Saul had slightly softer features upon his face, so when Marc looked down, all he could see was cute, shaggy blonde hair, jade eyes that looked up at him with a false innocence, and a muzzle that was straining to spread any wider around his growing flesh...and yet, Saul made the effort, trying to reach the very base, even if he knew he was trying in vain. "You r-really don't...don't have to doooooo thiiiiiis..."

Snickering around his mouthful, Saul simply winked up at Marc as he reached as low as he could and winced his eyes shut tight, gagging for just a moment around the cock, now that it was fully erect all over again. Marc gripped the mattress beneath him, shuddering with delight as he felt the powerful muscles in the back of Saul's throat swallowing around the girth of his shaft, and for a moment, Marc worried he might finish too soon and blow his load right then...if not for Saul having to pull back with a quiet, gasping cough, he certainly would have, though the sight of strands of saliva, dangling from the tip of his cock to Saul's lips, brought him right back to that point.

"Kaff! Kff... Mnn...fuckin' hell, you've got a tasty cock, Marc. It isn't fair that you've been hiding it from me, all of this time," Saul suggested, smirking as playfully as he could up at the panting bull, who was doing everything he could to keep his orgasmic juices inside of his body. "I'm a little worn out from running this morning, so...do you mind if I take a ride on it?"

For Saul's efforts alone, Marc would have felt wrong turning the poor buck away, knowing that he must be pent up, too, and he was gaining a true appreciation for how terrible it was to be sexually charged and teased all day, only to have to go back to a dorm room and try to sleep it off. It was almost painful some days, and if Saul had really been holding out for him, Marc could only imagine how bad the ache was for the pent buck.

"...Sure, Saul...you'll have to help me into position, though."

"Just how many of those rumors about you being a sexual demigod or something are true?" Saul asked, chuckling as he gripped Marc by the thigh and gave it a gentle tug. He stood up in the bed and then hopped down, and Marc sat upright, starting to get the picture as he put his hooves on the floor and made a small platform in his lap for Saul to sit down upon. "There ya go...just like that, big guy. I gotta admit, I'd much rather have you drop me back and plow into me, but when you're swinging around something this big, I need a little more control of the pace..."

Marc's cock was still glistening and dripping with saliva as Saul, without any kind of a proper warm up, climbed right up into Marc's lap and lifted the tiny fluff of his tail slightly. He reached back and gripped the length in one paw, and held onto Marc's shoulder with the other as he slowly settled into place, feeling the slight flare of the head grinding against his warm, waiting pucker. It was blissful for Saul, who couldn't keep from squeaking and drawing a little attention from nearby dorms, as he began to push down with his hips, painfully slowly. "W-whatever you need to d-do," Marc stammered through his words, gritting his fangs together as he tried to relax and let Saul do the work, but feeling just how warm the buck was inside, even from half an inch of penetration, he found it nearly impossible to hold still.

It couldn't have been any slower of a move, as Saul pressed down, gritting his own teeth together and grinning through the move, as seconds continued to pass, and his tight, tiny entrance continued to spread. Marc couldn't help tilting his head back and gasping as Saul made it just past four inches of the impressive shaft, and finally, he lifted his hips up a bit, starting to come back off of the monster that was literally impaling him.

"I'm...n-not gonna last," Saul gasped out, knowing that something so thick and long couldn't keep from striking his prostate on almost every single thrust. "Hope you were planning on...ohGod... grabbing a s-shower today, Marc!"

Marc pushed his hips up just in the slightest, and Saul let out a squeal of pure ecstasy as his manhood crept further and further into the eager buck, going a little beyond the limits that he thought he could take. He almost started to move up, but Marc gripped the poor, smaller creature by the hips and kept him from moving, wanting to feel just a little more the tight, gripping walls of the male on his rod. It was an entirely different sensation than having sex with a female, and yet, he was finding it equally enjoyable: he couldn't move quite as fast or quite as deep, but it was that much tighter, and there was a different kind of warmth within, one that he was quite enjoying exploring.

He was too busy having fun, in fact, to realize the gravity of what Saul had said, as precum dripped and drizzled from the buck's own cock, standing erect and nearly poking Marc in the chest as he bounced on his bull once again. With each slow, long penetration, more precum was forced to the surface, and it bubbled upon itself until gravity came and took it down, spilling it upon Marc's tummy and letting it drool down to his crotch. Marc had seen his own precum in action before, but even during his longest nighttime sessions, he'd never seen such a great volume of the stuff, and he had to wonder just how much anal play had to do with the fact. Despite being unsure of the whole situation still, he made a mental note to try something like it out later, as he struggled to fight back the orgasm that Saul had him on the verge of, earlier.

Even the slow, gentle thrusts were a bit too much for him to handle, and his only solace was that Saul seemed even more likely to have a quick finish, as the speared buck planted his hooves upon the edge of the bed, needing more area to brace himself on as his body became entirely too wobbly to balance. If not for the way that Marc filled him up inside, he might have fallen over already, but he wouldn't have to stay in that pose much longer.

Marc lowered his head with a thick, heavy grunt and pounded his hips up, leaving Saul to do little more than whimper in silent, squeaking delight as he knew what had to be coming soon, and after waiting so long to feel it, he couldn't have been more ready. The thin, clear stream of precum that continued to trickle over became thicker as his own orgasm came near, and though neither one of them was paying attention, a few people were looking on and watching as the ladykiller of the dorms was bedding another man, instead...something that might come back to haunt Marc later on.

"G-gimme...gimme, Marc! I can't take it anymore!" Saul cried out, throwing his head back and panting aloud, letting the entire floor hear his screams of pleasure. "I'm gonna cum...f-fuckin hell, I'm gonna cum!"

An instinct that Marc didn't know he had came to life as he gripped his roommate by the hips with one paw, still, but the other reached forth, gripping Saul by the base of his cock and giving it a few quick, slick strokes, as the river of precum was worked back into the flesh of his longer, thinner member. That extra touch was all it took, and Saul erupted, his cock exploding upon Marc's chest and neck with a torrent of pent-up cum. Seed gushed forth and splashed upon Marc's cheek and spilled down to his tummy as the warm sensation made him respond in kind, and his own manhood gave in, filling Saul with a sudden, full burst of more semen than he could possibly handle.

" Saul! S-shit, I can't take it when you g-grip me like...like that... fuck!" Marc joined in, letting the whole floor know what he was up to that morning, as he looked down and watched his own cum spilling out of Saul's overly stuffed tailhole. His ass was sore from being pounded so firmly and so deeply, and it was filled well past capacity as creamy, white essence painted the insides of Saul's ass. More and more of it spilled out and back over Marc's twitching, firm sack, to the point that a small puddle formed on the floor, and Saul, thoroughly exhausted, collapsed against Marc, his chest landing right in a thin waterfall of his own mess.

It wasn't the way that Marc imagined his morning going, but he wasn't the least bit upset about it, as he looked down at a panting, whimpering Saul. Truth be told, he couldn't have been happier about the relationship that he now shared with his roommate, compared to how it was before, but as Saul tried to catch his breath, and Marc finally came down from the high of his orgasm, he looked over, noticing that the door wasn't just cracked open anymore; it was wide open, and though he hadn't seen anybody there, there was no telling how many people might have walked by and spread the word about what they'd seen.

Marc's reputation would be forever changed if anyone saw what had happened...and yet, he was truly starting to run out of cares to give about it.

**

It didn't take long for the rumor about Marc's bisexuality to spread across the entire dormitory, much less his own floor. Just walking around campus, Marc was getting more looks from his fellow students than ever, and the only downside to it was that he no longer knew who actually wanted to be his friend, and who simply wanted to bed him.

Truth be told, it created a bit of a lonely life for the transformed bull, who was finally accepting that Marcus wasn't a real person anymore, or perhaps, that he never existed in the first place. It could all have been a dream, and for the first time, he was finally awake...whether or not that was certain, he was sure that this world was real, and that there was no turning back, and no getting out of it.

Life was better for Marc, however, who was still a generally likable person, only now, people were actually able to see and appreciate that. While his outer looks and personality had changed a little, he felt that he was still the same, genuinely nice guy that he was before, and those days, people were actually taking that into consideration when they met him. The world was far more sexually active than the one he'd known before, but sex was almost like a gateway to friendship, and the more that he came to accept that fact, the happier he was with his life; a life that was getting far more active as the days went on.

Just as Marc had remembered, there was, in fact, a party in the commons area of the dorm that evening, and despite many of the students still being underage, he knew that the booze would be flowing like water through the party. Even at the beginning of the week, he wasn't sure that he'd be going to it, but after his interlude with Saul, and the acceptance of his life changing event, he couldn't imagine not making an appearance and at least hanging out with his friends.

He anticipated public drunkenness, silliness, and the occasional flirting glance from his fellow students. He knew that a few might even try to sneak him back to his dorm room and try to bed him, so he didn't think that anything would surprise him when he slipped on a tight, black t-shirt, tucked it into his form-fitting blue jeans and finally made his way down to the party, carrying a six-pack of beers.

Those, of course, were taken at the door, as he arrived at the commons. "Dude! Knew that I'd be seeing you at this party...hell, it can finally start, now that you've arrived!" said Brian, as he happily took the six-pack from Marc and placed it on a table in the common area. Loud music was already spilling over from the door, and someone had setup a small DJ booth in the corner, complete with a cheap, albeit effective light show to rain dazzling lasers all over the commons, which had been mostly cleared out to make room for a dance floor.

"It's nice to see you too, Brian," Marc replied, rolling his eyes for a moment before he gave his best friend a high-five. "Hopefully you're sticking around for a bit?"

"Dude, this is gonna be the biggest party of the semester, probably! I'm going anywhere unless they throw me outta here!"

Marc snickered and walked in, as Brian stayed by the door, doing his hour of bouncer duty. "Then do yourself a favor and try not to get thrown out. I know you have a tendency to go a bit overboard at these things," Marc pointed out, making his way toward the couches that had all been pushed up to the walls. Brian simply chuckled at the thought, though, it wouldn't have been the first time that he'd been tossed from a party, even one that he'd been formally working at.

The common area had been a bit of a shy place for Marc since the transformation, since the last time he tried to walk into it, Brian was in the middle of a threesome with two female lizards, and Marc was still having trouble coming to terms with just how aroused it made him. It wasn't the fact that it was his best friend that was so arousing, of course...it was the fact that he'd seen a public sex act, involving three people, no less, and even just remembering the moment made him uncomfortably horny. He couldn't begin to appreciate the kind of pheromones his body was giving off as he found an empty spot on one of the couches and just watched for a moment, able to see more and more students of all different species flooding the dance floor.

The longer Marc waited, the harder and harder it would become to properly crack the outer walls of the moving bodies and make his way to the center. It was something he'd never done before, and something he'd always wondered about, but the nerves simply weren't there for him to try it. He didn't know if he wanted to be the center of attention, but he was curious what happened in the middle of such dances, ever since they started happening when he was in high school.

That was his old high school, however, at his old life. This was at a college in his new life, and despite his recent sexual exploits, nothing could have properly prepared him for what he'd find on the other side.

Steeling his nerves and pushing himself off of the couch, after replying to a couple of quiet greetings from close friends that were at the party, Marc finally stood upright, adjusted his shirt and made his way onto the dance floor, despite his total and utter lack of dancing experience. When someone walked by and offered him a shot, he readily took it, knowing that alcohol was supposed to help people loosen up, and in his inexperience, he nearly choked as he swallowed the cheap, burning alcohol, but he made a stern face and grinned before handing the shot glass back. The effect wasn't as immediate as he was hoping it would be, but he did instantly feel a warmth bubbling in his chest from the ingested poison. He tried to embrace that warmth, instead of the one that ran up and through his cheeks as he felt a little bashful about joining the dance, but he was doing everything he could to overlook his own lack of experience.

It was tough to start, but his reputation was helping him along, as people turned from the outer edges of the dance circle to see who was coming closer, and for the most part, they easily let him through. Wild dogs, jungle cats, avians and cervines alike all recognized Marc, some by the description, some from actually having partied with him before, and tough as it was, he even started to move his hips a little bit dip his shoulders in his walk as he got closer to the center. It was a struggle to get through, even with some people giving way, as others tried to stop him for a dance, one that he knew wouldn't end quickly or easily.

"Hey...you're Brian's friend, right?"

The voice sounded familiar to Marc even before he turned around to see who it had come from, but the mere presence of it was arousing, and he wasn't entirely sure why.

Upon seeing one of the lizard girls, clad in nothing more than a skin-tight skirt and a bra, however, it all came back to him immediately. She was the one who had been writhing around underneath Brian, moaning to the high heavens for her orgasm. It wasn't clear before, but as she looked him over with an approving glance, the girl came a little closer to Marc, her inhibitions completely lost in the moment. "Yeah, you're definitely him...Marc, right? You're the one who saw us fucking in the lounge here, the other day."

"Y-yeah..." Marc stumbled over his words, able to feel an immediate rise in his jeans at the thought of that moment. "That was me, all right. S-sorry about that."

"The only thing you should be sorry for is that you didn't join us. Could really have used another cock in there, big guy," she pointed out, before reaching forth and shamelessly gripping the front of his jeans, inspecting his bulge as if to see that it was real. "But according to the grape vine, you might not be into the ladies after all, huh?"

"I am!" Marc shot back defensively, his voice heightened even further by the skillful paw that was gliding back and forth delicately over his covered manhood. "I just...y'know...I'm not sure what I am."

"You're selfish, if I'm hearing you correctly," the girl taunted him, before licking her lips with a long, thin tongue that was entirely reptilian. "And I'm about to be selfish and see if I can wrap this tongue of mine all the way around the base of your dick."

Marc had been stopped just short of the center of the dance, but in his last glances, he saw that the dance really was on the verge of being a giant orgy; anyone who made it that close to the middle was either being touched or doing some kind of touching, and very few of them were just dancing. His presence being announced, however, was the start of something out of his wildest fantasies, something that he didn't think could ever have actually happened.

His jeans, tight as they were upon his body, were no match for the eager, motivated lizard girl, who really was just out to see if she could complete her own challenge. Sexual acts really were that casual for some people at the university, and Marc could only stand there, his arms wide and back in surprise as she dropped to her knees, tugged away his belt and unbuttoned the front, knowing just from her inspecting feel that his cock wouldn't need a lot of urging to come free. Just the tiniest tug downward on the hem of his boxers caused it to flop over the edge, and she giggled, her face wide with a silly grin as she let it smack her upon the cheek.

"Jeeeeez, Marc! Not even hard, and it's damn near the size of my forearm! I might actually have a little trouble with this..." she praised him, all before teasing him in the same sentence. She opened her muzzle, gazing up at Marc expectantly, but he could only gulp and look down, shocked that someone could be so brazen around such a large group of people, as the lizard girl started to descend on his length. Blood was rushing to it rapidly as the moment became more intense, and she paused, sitting back to watch it inflate in front of her, as if it was some kind of a game. "The name's Jessa, by the way...and this...this is exactly what I came for," she admitted, as she opened wide and her long, slick, thin tongue unfurled and slipped up and down over his member, the forks in her tongue tickling and teasing over each thick, rippling vein that pushed up through the surface of his most sensitive skin.

The sight was beyond exotic: it was the kind of thing that Marc could only have imagined, but now, he was living it, and he couldn't imagine going back as Jessa crept closer to him, scooting over on her knees and moving in so that the length of her tongue could slip around the base of his cock, acting like a tape measure, made purely of flesh. "Mnn...nn...ahh!" she called out, impressed with herself as her tongue wrapped around the base one and a half times, but still, she found it a bit of a struggle. She couldn't keep the gleeful smile from her face as she pulled her tongue free and watched it glisten, deciding that she owed Marc a little something extra for being such a willing participant. "Guess I can wrap it all the way around, but...one taste of such a magnificent cock would never be enough, Marc," she told him, as she nuzzled her cheek along the side of it.

She was right about to open wide and try to take more of the length in her muzzle...when she found that she wasn't the only one jockeying for the chance to be Marc's next target.

"I'm sorry, but I called dibs on that thing a long time ago, Jessa."

Marc knew that voice in a heartbeat. It was Tina, somehow wearing even less than Jessa was, and looking the perfect blend of frustrated and aroused at the sight of another woman slurping on Marc's cock.

"I don't see your name on it, and you're the one who decided to sleep around when you could have had him all to yourself," Jessa shot back, refusing to move from her knees, allowing her tongue to glide over Marc's shaft once again, making his legs quake with pleasure.

"That's because I'm the kind of girl who can get away with it," Tina suggested, as she slipped out of her panties and kicked them aside. The dance floor was opening up just a bit more now as more attention came near the center, and Marc watched as the lioness who had been so heated before showed that she wasn't nearly satisfied. Her estrus had continued, and for whatever reason, Marc was the only male that she wanted to satisfy her needs with, despite the high demand for his cock.

Jessa wouldn't give it up so easily, but Tina wasn't the kind of girl she could overpower. She shook quietly and watched as Tina knelt down, tugged off her tank top, shredded the front of her bra and hugged Marc's cock between her breasts, before she swirled her tongue in small, teasing circles around the urethra, wanting to bring some of his precum to the tip. "If you wanna share..." Tina paused, half glaring, half eye-fucking Jessa as she did, "This is my half. His balls are yours."

Marc hadn't had a chance to speak in a while, and he still didn't as the girls continued. He wouldn't dare to protest as Jessa slithered under his body and leaned upright, opening her eager muzzle and somehow, despite their thick, full size, she managed to swallow both of them into her wide, deep maw. She gurgled upon them and slurped her long, slick tongue between each orb, letting it flicker out to tickle and tease at the very base of the underside of his cock, an organ that rapidly spilled precum into Tina's cleavage as she kissed upon it, unable to keep up with the sheer volume.

As heated as the other dancers were around them, Marc was the life of the party now, as Tina bobbed her mouth gently on the very head of Marc's manhood, while Jessa slurped along his balls, enjoying the subtle, masculine musk that they held for her. It was almost more than Marc could stand, but the pleasure was actually so overwhelming that he couldn't quite find the trigger to climax, something he was entirely grateful for as Tina looked up at him with eager eyes, drunk with lust.

"I think it's about time for round two," she growled from deep in her throat, releasing his cock and falling right to her back, spreading her legs wide for the nearly climactic bull...but before he could possibly move in, Jessa turned around and climbed atop of Tina, knowing it would be her only chance to get the upper hand.

Grinning down at the lioness, and then up at Marc, she lifted her long, thick, reptilian tail and beckoned at him with the curled tip. "I don't think so, honey. You want that cock? You said it yourself, you're gonna have to share."

Any man would have killed for such an opportunity. He watched as Tina slowly gave into the idea, and a pair of drooling, heated cunts came to rest against each other, their overflowing arousal mingling into a thin, clear stream that dripped down to the floor. Kneeling over the both of them, Marc didn't know how long he could possibly last, but he pressed the flared tip of his length into the joined slits, and gave one gentle, slow push forward, knowing the crowd was watching, expecting a show.

The fact that he didn't orgasm was nothing short of miraculous, as he felt both sets of labia spreading apart just slightly to accommodate the gliding of his shaft. The flare on his tip tickled each clit at the same time as he moved, and his entire length was almost immediately flooded with feminine juices, coating him from tip to base, until the excess spilled over his already moistened sack.

"F-fuck...stick it in me, Marc! Pound my l-little pussy out!" Tina pleaded, even as she embraced Jessa above her and pumped her hips just slightly, rocking up into the lizard girl as hard as she could, despite the rod of flesh that separated them.

"No, n-no! You've already had her...t-try a lizard's puss and I promise you'll never go back!"

Marc couldn't have possibly decided. He was happy just having his length sandwiched between two different females, but it wasn't the same sensation as true penetration. Each one had their own merits, but Marc couldn't possibly choose between an experience that most men would kill for, and picking one of these females over the other.

Luckily, he didn't have to. "Y-you're both mine...you fucking hear me?" Marc finally groaned out, having hardly had a chance to speak in what felt like ages. His domineering growl only drew more moans from Tina and Jessa, as he pulled his cock back just slightly and rammed it deep within Tina for a few short, harsh, choppy thrusts, nearly bringing her to a climax...but then, he paused and pulled back, guiding his cock upward into Jessa. Her womanhood was certainly different, as if there were a different style of vaginal muscles to the reptilian body, but Marc still refused to choose between Jessa and Tina...he simply laced his hips into the lizard girl for a few seconds, herself, before pulling back out and going right back to the middle, allowing their delicious labia to encompass and soak his cock once again.

Another female snuck up behind Marc and stroked his chest gently and massaged his backside, while two other males joined in, each kneeling over Tina and Jessa. Without a thought, the females each opened wide and took a respective cock, all while Marc could feel an avian behind him, massaging at his tailhole and trying to coax him into a climax, one that he'd been on the verge of for what felt like hours. The whole situation felt like it was too much to be real, but the only confirmation he needed that it was all too real was that familiar tingling that ran up from his sack like a pleasant shock and burst free from the tip of his cock. It sprayed across Jessa and Tina like a fire hose, coating both of their torsos and the undersides of their breasts with a full, slick helping of cum, and as he stayed pressed between their respective openings, he watched as his cock throbbed fully against them and spilled more seed, letting it trickle down until some of it came to settle inside of Tina, once again...something her snatch was sure to appreciate as she mewled with her own climactic bliss.

The day had been exhausting for Marc, who fell forward onto Jessa and watched as the girls gave an amazing and impressive oral performance, while his body shook and shuddered atop of the two females who were so eager and desperate to have him. It seemed that everyone on the campus wanted a piece of Marc, now, and finally, he was coming to terms with that...

...Even if he wasn't, he still had four more years to figure it all out...not as Marcus, the nerd, but as Marc, the domineering bull who could bed anyone he wanted to...he knew it, the ladies knew it, and now, everyone on the campus knew it.