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A cloud of bluish-grey smoke hung in the air. It had been growing for the last five minutes: the fake dungeon had poor ventilation. Kevin stubbed the butt of his cigarette out on the wall, shrugging his shoulders to get rid of some in the remaining tension in his shoulders. "If I'd known we'd be standing around this long," he grumbled to himself, frowning at his feet as if they were the source of all his immediate problems, "I'd have put on different shoes." His feet had started to ache after they had been down here for half an hour, his shoes not made for walking on real stone.

"Did Pete ever come back?" Vince asked, shaking the cigarette packet against his hand, letting one slide out. He poked the released cigarette towards Kevin, who shook his head at the offering. Vince shrugged, and was about to stick it in his pocket.

That didn't happen; Duke wasn't about to let a free smoke go to waste, picking it up with his huge hand. "I think he left," Duke suggested. His lighter had been a godsend: Kevin had taken up vaping instead, so didn't carry one any more, and Vince had dropped his one earlier, smashing on the stones below their feet. Fumes rose off the ground; it was surprisingly warm in the dungeon, so the lighter fluid didn't leave a big oily stain for long before it started to evaporate. "To be honest," he added, lips pursed around the cigarette butt as he tried to light it, "I'm wondering if maybe that's not a bad idea."

Kevin knew one of them was one of Dean's cousins, and the other one of his friends from work, but now it was too late to clarify which was which. He hoped to avoid embarrassing himself at the wedding if asked. The only thing he was sure about was that they smoked, as did he. It hadn't taken them much convincing to grab a cigarette and promise to catch up with the rest of the guys later on. They weren't going to be best friends forever or any garbage like that, but the wedding was going to be a little more bearable now that he knew people from across the aisle, and they seemed alright enough.

"There's got to be girls around here somewhere," Kevin observed, "It can't all be a dungeon maze."

Vince nodded, "Yeah, I was kind of expecting to do some dumb stuff for a few minutes, then get down to some drinking and whoring." He gestured in frustration, the fat quivering on his body and causing his shirt to slide around. "I thought we were here for a bachelor party!"

Duke snickered, "I wonder what your wife would have to say about that?"

Looking confused for a moment, Vince noticed that Duke had seen his wedding ring; his face reddened as he slipped the ring off his finger, leaving it in his pocket. "I don't know what that has to do with you!" he growled as Duke continued to smirk smugly. "You don't hear me starting up about your girlfriend or whatever." Duke snorted, but whatever amused him about that, he kept to himself.

Kevin sighed. "Oh great," he thought, "fighting." He wasn't sure which of them he was annoyed with more: Duke for ruining the quiet mood by stirring up drama, or Vince for encouraging him by being a shit in the first place.

"Girlfriend or wife or otherwise," Duke shrugged, taking a drag on the fresh cigarette in his mouth, "it seems the night is kind of a bust so far."

Kevin wriggled his toes in his tight shoes, nodding. "We could just sneak out," he offered.

"The only problem with that," Vince suggested, "is finding the way back."

"It can't be that hard," Kevin claimed dismissively, although now that it had been brought up he wasn't so sure. They had mostly been walking through corridors and empty rooms, most of which didn't have any landmarks to help with navigation. Chad might have had a map of some kind, or Dean, since one organised the event and the other was the man of the hour, but neither of them were here. "We're bound to wander into some employee or other."

"We haven't yet," Duke pointed out. "That's a bit odd, isn't it?" Vince seemed to have gotten over being called out for being a cheating louse, and nodded to what Duke said.

Kevin leaned back against the wall; he could only agree too. "Yeah but-" His brain suddenly forgot what he was going to say, instead he screamed as what had seemed like a sturdy wall suddenly swung open and he landed hard on the ground. Thankfully, the hard stone was cushioned by a thick rug and a few pillows.

Tilting his aching head, he saw through the dense smoke that washed over him, that the room seemed lined with pillows, some being pushed out into the corridor as the secret door had opened. A hookah sat in the middle of the room; it had been used a little while ago, given how thick the smoke was in the room. That smoke was only added to by the torches, burning in sconces over halfway up the wall. The light flickered around the room, sending strange patterns of shadows flickering around like dark ghosts.

As Duke pulled Kevin to his feet, Vince stepped around them into the room. Looking at the hookah, he grinned, "Well, at least this is one thing we can do until then." That turned out to be impossible: Kevin hadn't used one before, but whatever was supposed to go inside the hookah had been used up. Vince growled, tossing it over into a mountain of pillows.

"Well, I'm going to sit down at least," Kevin stated, finding a spot and sinking down. His head was still buzzing from it smacking against the ground, and the smoky remnants hadn't helped any. Duke sunk down next to him, leaving Vince with no other option but to join them.

"How are you feeling?" Duke asked Kevin, getting him to lean forward so he could inspect the back of his head.

"I think I'm fine," Kevin answered. He winced a little as Duke touched a sensitive spot on his head, but there didn't seem to be any blood, and the ringing in his ears seemed to be going away.

"That's good," Duke answered, his hand falling and staying on Kevin's shoulder as he leaned back against the wall. He stuck a leg out; Kevin noticed the slightly-growing bulge in Duke's pants.

Kevin tensed a little. "Duke's gay?" he thought, trying to smoothly pull away so Duke wouldn't get the wrong idea about him. Something clicked, and he suddenly realised why Duke had smirked earlier when Vince had tried to get stuck into him. He snorted, a high-pitched noise echoing around the room. Blood rushed up to his face, and Kevin felt sweat running down his brow: he hadn't meant to do that. Vince and Duke both laughed at the sound, and Kevin's blushing only deepened.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, breathing in the heavy smoke that filled the room. They'd found the right place, Kevin decided. The smoke in the room didn't seem to clear, but that was fine as whatever had been smoked mad him feel very relaxed, almost as though it was clinging to his body. There was also the very low, cautious grinding noise that rumbled gently against the back of his head as it rested on the wall. It kind of felt like a cat purring behind him, and the sound was oddly calming.

Lifting one foot to wrench off the uncomfortable shoe on the other, Kevin glanced around the room. Vince's shirt had become unbuttoned at some point, the same short, black hair on his head bristling over his skin; he scratched himself idly, his limbs getting further and further apart as he spread himself across the pillows. Duke hadn't gone that far to cool off from the room's warmth, only removing the leather jacket he'd been wearing since he roared into the car park on a motorcycle. He was, however, sporting an obvious erection. Kevin suddenly felt eyes on him; he looked up, meeting Duke's gaze. "So I guess you know my secret," he chuckled.

"You're gay?" Kevin asked. "Why did you come here then?"

"I was invited," Duke chuckled, "and I thought I could just drink or something while you guys were getting lap dances. Dean doesn't know, and since I'm about the same age and in his family, I guess he felt he needed to ask me along."

Kevin was suddenly aware of Duke's arm sliding behind his head, feeling the weight of his arm as it patted the far side. The t-shirt he'd been wearing underneath his jacket was sweaty, and as his body slid over he smelled Duke's musky scent hit him in the face.

"Besides, it's a party," Duke added, grinning, "and who doesn't like a party?"

"Me," Kevin confessed. "I only came because it seemed I ought to. I guess I was curious about the theme a little." His shoe suddenly jerked loose, and he wriggled his free, socked toes to air them out a little. "I guess a lap dance or something wouldn't be too bad either," he chuckled, scratching at his chest which suddenly felt itchy.

Duke chuckled, sliding his hand off Kevin's shoulder. He stood up, pulling off his shirt, the fabric catching against the sweaty, hairy skin as the fabric almost tore. It was only when he started fumbling with his belt buckle that Vince asked, "What are you doing?"

"Giving Kevin a lap dance," Duke answered, as though it was obvious.

"I... I wasn't asking for one..." Kevin flushed, his head growing red. Duke had turned when Vince had started talking to him, and he'd gotten a fairly good view of the thick, muscular buttocks barely contained in denim. Then they weren't; Kevin moaned as Duke's butt filled his vision, scraggly-looking boxers peeking out at him. Glancing down, Kevin noticed his cock had gotten hard, pressing up against the inside of his pants.

"Why him?" Vince asked angrily; he then shook his head, like he'd realised what he'd said wasn't what he meant. "I mean, why are you the one giving him one?"

"Because he asked," Duke asked, casually slipping out of his shirt to show off his rugged, thick body, "and he's cute enough, I guess. Got to do something to pass the time, don't we?" He shrugged and laughed, wiggling his ass in Kevin's face as he worked his laces loose.

Kevin thought it was a nice ass, for a guy. "What's happening to me?" he wondered, his nose perking up as Duke continued to gyrate. His head lifted off the ground, musky smells dragging him on to his hands and knees. He suddenly felt very hot, tugging at his collar as he leaned in, his nose pressing right up against Duke's butt, and breathing in deeply.

Scraping up against the front of his pants, Kevin's manhood squirmed, trying to get loose. He leaned in again, as Duke - forgetting about the lap dance almost as quickly as Kevin had - went straight to stripping, his big hands reaching down, grabbing on to the fabric. One grunt and one muscular flex later, and Duke's boxers were shredded, one half in each of his clenched fist. Mouth falling open, Kevin panted. It was a struggle to think, especially with that musk in the air. His nose pressed right in between Duke's sweaty butt cheeks.

"I can't believe you're both fags," Vince grumbled.

Kevin twitched his nose, a grin forming across his lips. "If we're fags, then what does that make you?"

"Huh?" Vince responded sharply.

It was almost too funny; Kevin and Duke glanced at each other, Duke's head tilting over his shoulder to beam down as Kevin's extended tongue slipped in between his hairy buttocks. Neither paid attention to the flattening of their noses, or the expanding bubbles of wet dark flesh that crept out of the skin of each nostril. Duke did the chuckling for both of them, his voice coming out in an oddly deep rumble. "We can smell you, dude. We can smell how hard you've got watching us."

"It's the fucking smoke in here, that's all," Vince snapped back.

Kevin wasn't convinced. His hands slipped around Duke's feet, fingers sliding down into his socks as he helped to take them off. The smells there were wonderfully strong, too; he leaned down, sliding his nose and long tongue out of his puffed-out mouth, tasting the exposed flesh of one foot as both socks were removed. Not even the dark, curling claws that caught against the toes of the socks suggested that anything was amiss. Kevin's doubts had disappeared, along with all of Duke's clothing.

Turning on his back, he peeked up, a strange giddiness making him squirm on the floor. Fuzzy balls loomed above him, and a huge, thick cock jabbed out in front. It dripped pre-cum; Kevin eagerly opened his mouth, snapping at it as it fell. A brief hit of salt soaked into his tongue, which quickly sprawled out of his mouth. There wasn't any more, though.

Duke fell down, curling his long, claw-like fingernails into the ground as the rested on either side of Kevin's prone body. His short, gradually-forming muzzle pressed into the middle of Kevin's chest, his damp black nose sliding down and up again, lifting the shirt off of Kevin's prickling skin. His muzzle opened, grabbing the shirt and giving it a hearty tug by lifting his head off the ground. Sweat from the shrinking quantity of bare skin made Duke's dark fur, growing to replace it, glisten, capturing the little bits of scent it could as he continued to worry the shirt off of Kevin.

Kevin wasn't about to lie around and let Duke do all the work, though. While Duke slowly tore open his shirt, strong white fangs starting to tear at the unnecessary fabric, Kevin did his best to squirm out of his pants. His hard cock made it difficult to squirm out of, as did the feeling of sharp claws poking into him, but he needed to be free. His own fur was heating up his body too much, and he seemed to be swelling over his whole body. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling; far from it: Kevin rarely felt this turned on. He let out a yelp, his own rump freed, his butt slamming down on the rug, catching the nub of a stretching tail underneath him when he landed.

Shimmying his legs, Kevin squirmed free from the rest of his pants. They bunched up around his ankles, unable to get over his shoes. He wanted to take them off, but his heart and cock and balls and brain all seemed to be pounding, demanding the same thing, making it impossible for him to concentrate on the swelling in the balls of his feet, or the digging of his claws cramming his toes, socks and shoes together in an uncomfortable mess.

Underneath Duke, whose throbbing red cock had been pulsing and dripping, Kevin turned over. Duke didn't wait long; as soon as Kevin was on his knees, he felt the thick, yet strangely pointed cock tip prod at his backside. It sunk in, strangely easily. Kevin dug his claws into the ground, a deep growl jolting out of his throat. His long, pointed ears twitched; Duke pressed his massively-muscled chest down on his back. Kevin, even though he seemed to be growing in strength, didn't have enough to support the wait.

But that didn't seem to matter.

Kevin groaned, feeling his own cock throb and thicken as Duke continued to slide completely inside him. He could feel the big guy's heartbeat throbbing through his body, his fur entwining with his. Even their arms intertwined, each holding themselves and the other up as Duke started to thrust, taking more of Kevin's waist along with him as he thrust inside, burying himself deeper.

Duke nuzzled his head alongside Kevin's, their long canine snouts hanging open. Growls of pleasure tumbled out, as if they were sliding along the long pink tongues dripping with saliva. Kevin felt a ticklish prickling enveloping his shaft. Duke seemed to have sunk into him, or he into Duke: he could feel their heartbeats pounding, slowly coming into sync; he could feel the cock sliding through him, their flesh seeming to ooze and blend in together. His own shaft seemed to thicken, the cock inside him throbbing in step as it seemed to press right through his flesh and into the fur-clad base of Kevin's cock, dangling down and oozing a prodigious puddle onto the rug.

By now it was impossible to tell where Duke ended and Kevin began. Kevin's footwear tore apart, unable to stop the advancing flesh of Duke's legs where they merged in with Kevin's. Their arms were even further along: Kevin could feel the raw strength of two strong males growing together, only a few lumps of redistributing bone and muscle showing that there had been four big, paw-like hands where there was now more or less two. Every time Duke thrust, Kevin could feel him sliding into himself; every time Kevin's exposed cock drooled, adding to the already heavy scent in the room, Duke felt their merging balls pulse excitedly with the promise of the release of the heavy load of seed they were busy producing.

The merged dog-creature hadn't decided on a name yet - their newly-connected minds agreed it was too early for that just yet - but they both agreed that there was little to be gained from them grunting and thrusting into the air. It was fun, sure, but there were far more satisfying ways to have fun. Tensing their muscles in their arms and legs, they pushed themselves to their feet, oversized canine paws spreading apart as they moved and swayed as one, trying to find their centre of mass to balance.

Their arms ran down over their body: strong, firm muscle greeted their touch as they slid their hands over their chest, feeling the warm, thick slabs through the heavy skin and fur that stretched over them. They flexed, watching their biceps and triceps bulge in turn as they showed off their arms. Curling their clawed fingers, they felt the sharp tips press into the thick padded flesh of their palms. Stepping out from the piles of torn and tattered clothing that surrounded them, they tested the springiness of their step, the same padding adding a little bounce to their step.

Their twin heads turned, grinning at one another. Tail wagging, they moved their hands down, each one controlling one arm as it smacked into their firm, round buttocks. Their thick legs spread further apart as they finally moved on to the piece of their shared anatomy that they were most proud of. The tight canine sack nestling under their massively thick sheath groaned with seed, the red canine shaft bulging, veins twitching as it leaked clear fluids all over the merged and mutated cock's sensitive skin. Running one claw down along the underside, they felt the slabs of muscle they knew as their pectorals twitch, body almost convulsing as both brains registered pleasure.

"Not bad!" one head noted. "I could get used to this."

"I'm already used to this," the other chuckled.

Their memories were already merging and blurring together, changing to fit their new situation. They couldn't remember which one had been Duke, or which had been Kevin, but neither of them felt particularly worried. "Who needed either," they thought, "when this is..."

Distracted, both heads turned. They hadn't exactly forgotten the other in the room - his scent was very noticeable - but it had been hard to not focus on themselves as they were freshly formed. Now, though, they already knew themselves very well. Both remembered Vince. Both wanted Vince.

Vince had not gone untouched: he was already struggling out of his clothes, already succumbing to the same thing that had claimed Kevin and Duke. Not having been caught up in the combination of the two forces had delayed his transition, however; he was barely hairy as he crawled over, claws scratching at the rug. Vince's muzzle panted, staring up at the pair. One sniff was enough to tell them what he wanted, but they gave it two anyway: they had plenty of energy to spare.

Not needing to be convinced of what he now wanted, Vince spread his legs apart, a line of fur showing the pair where they needed to aim to hit the sweet, pink hole with the hot, tight innards just waiting to accept their cock. They aimed, one head's teeth appearing in a glistening white grin as it felt for the first time what it was like to sink your cock deeper and deeper.

Vince's hole welcomed them in; he was more transformed than Kevin had been, and his body was already primed for the fusion. It still felt warm and tight, as the tingling began. Their strong, firm flesh softened slightly, changing into something like tar. Vince's transformation hastened as the pair started to envelop him, adding to the mass of flesh they were becoming. A joyous howl erupted from his lips as his virginity was claimed, his reddening shaft throbbing and beginning to swell as they felt the first tingles of their cocks merging.

While it still felt good, to feel him join in with them, their dogged thrusts gently edging them closer together, there was something new about this that sent an extra little jolt throbbing through their bodies. Ears pricked up. Noses twitched, sniffing at the scents as they, too combined into a whole. As they started to feel Vince's thoughts first merge with their own, then twist and change as the pairs had, their balls seemed to pulse with excess vigour.

They stepped in and through the remaining bits of Vince's body - his limbs - as their torso bulged. Three singles merged together. Vince's roundness provided a seemingly perfect amount of excess energy, his fat oozing around them, before being consumed by the needs of the powerful muscles as the two and one became three.

The third head sunk in alongside theirs, off to one side. Small changes quickly shifted it to become the triplet of the other two; only their motion was the same, although they weren't too dissimilar as they yelped and howled with pleasure, their bodies sinking to rest on one pair of arms and legs as the rest of Vince pulled inside the mass.

Their single tail wagged furiously behind them, proportionally much longer than a normal dog's tail would be. Thick and fluffy, it swung about as the trio looked at what the final fusion had done to them. Where strong, but sleek muscle once stood, was now a thick barrel. Strength buzzed through their body, arms and legs swollen. They had grown taller to accommodate this, their heads brushing up against the ceiling. Massive paws dwarfed some of the pillows in the room: they tried, picking them up, laughing at the barely-felt weight, talon-like claws slashing it. Down fluttered around the room.

Once again, they checked their genitals last. They, too, were ridiculously massive. The tip reached up to their pectorals. Wide veins lined the skin, with the width of a young sapling as it branched along the smooth red surface. The pointed tip glistened with excitement. They squeezed their sack, huge even for their wide hangs. The cock, though was hard to ignore: it pressed up hot against their chest, easily the length and girth of a strong human's arm.

"Human," they thought; distorted memories surfaced, reminding them that their lair would be invaded by humans once again. Not now, they felt; any human menace there was about was no match for them, but it was gone for now and a problem for later.

Instead, they sat down, both hands wrapped around their cock. Sharing their moment, they build up a slow howl, quiet by their standards but swiftly deafening to even the feeblest ear. Their cock throbbed and shuddered in their grip. They felt it - their potent seed - building up inside them, somewhere just between where their buttocks melt. It throbbed, making their puckered ring quivered. "If only," they all thought, not even needing to finish it. It was almost cruel there wasn't another male here to help relieve them of the burden in their balls.

The central head was in the best position: it opened its muzzle as wide as possible, tongue slobbering over the tip of the cock. The shaft seemed to slide up welcomingly. Even though it was only in one, all three could feel the taste of hot penis throbbing in their mouths. The other two panted loudly, making up for the third, who bobbed his muzzle up and down, drinking down the clear fluids they couldn't help but escape from their shaft as they continued to fill themselves up, ready to burst.

Then they couldn't hold it in. The dam holding the flood of cum back gave way. They felt it rapidly rise up the length of the intensely twitching cock, passing through the thick bulge that had swollen or popped out at a moment's notice, providing something for them to squeeze as their cock begged for relief from the agony of overstimulation. Fiery cum exploded into them, washing down their throat and oozing over their middle tongue.

Even the mouth proved too stimulating; they released it, feeling the muscles near their ass twitch and spasm as they continued to supply their cock with the heavy creamy fluid that was escaping them. It spilled over them, making the thick black fur on their massive round chest sticky and even muskier than before.

They enjoyed it.

Bliss, trebled, washed through their minds. They barely noticed as the heat of the room seemed to make the semen evaporate off of them, instead of drying. They flopped down on the pillows, barely able to stand or move. "If this is what pleasuring ourselves feels like," they thought, waiting to collect their swimming minds for a moment before concluding, "imagine with a partner."

The three muzzled faces turned to each other, giving themselves the sneaky grins only dog muzzles are able to produce. Their noses sniffed the air. Humans had been here, not long ago.

"If we hurry," they decided, "perhaps we can catch one?"

"One?" they corrected themselves wickedly. "Why not three?"

Fangs glistened out of canine grins.

"Yes." It was decided. "But not right now." That was agreed.