THE PERFECT PAIR

*Jockstraps: Getting Gauymore *

The gymnasium had been cleared and refurbished. Food was being prepared. The decorations with a theme of red, white and blue adorned every part of the high school in the classical Americana style. If one weren't to look too closely, it'd all appear like a Fourth of July celebration straight out of the early 1900's right in the height of the American Dream - the kind that had spawned towns just like Gauymore. Upon closer inspection, it would be clear that it was not as clean cut or simple as that.

Apart from the fact that all those working on the preparations were men with unusually tall and muscular bodies wearing nothing but jockstraps of different kinds and colours, there were other smaller things as well. There were 'booths' along the walls akin to voting booths but there were holes in the walls about the height of a man's cock. Adjacent to the gym was the indoor swimming pool where a sign hung over the doors declaring 'Fill the Pool Challenge'. Bottles of lubricant were placed at every table right beside information pamphlets on the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance and its plans for Gauymore, Utah.

Up on the stage with a large American flag displayed behind him, Bentley Hawkson watched as the final phases of his operation was falling into place wearing nothing but his black jockstrap; his partner and Symbiont 'Rider'. The towering tiger smiled wanly to himself as he watched the men whom he had recruited from both Gauymore and the neighbouring towns of Nicowick and Bushland working diligently to make tonight a true success.

For tonight was not only the night when all the men of Gauymore would join the Department...

... It's the night we celebrate the next phase of our plan.

His green eyes fell down towards the tablet in his enormous paws. There were only about fifty people left who were not fully integrated into the Department and about three times that much who were already on their way. The latter would celebrate their unification with their Symbiont this evening - assuming they could hold out that long - and the remaining fifty would have their numbers whittled down before the sun set. The last holdouts would be attracted to the party and would join. It was inevitable.

Something thick and wet pushed in between his butt cheeks, sliding right into his tight hole and wiggling about a little. He was pushed up to the tips of his toes, a gasp leaving his throat. His son, Dominic Hawkson, placed a paw against his broad chest, rubbing the thick mounds while he settled back against the intrusive finger, letting more of its length into him.

"Looks like we're about ready, eh dad?" Dominic rumbled. The similarly sized tiger licked his father's neck just as the jockstrap wrapped around the cub's cock turned into a black goo and shot but the rigid abdominals, crossing the broad pectorals and following the slope of Dominic's arm. Bentley smirked as he grabbed his son's ass with his free paw and pulled them closer together, their crotches rubbing against one another. His own Symbiont turned into liquid and oozed from his own rapidly rising cock onto his son's. Dominic melted in his arms just as his black goo shot down his son's piss slit. Similarly, Speedster - Dominic's Symbiont - entered Bentley's ass, using the bridge of Dominic's finger to enter the older tiger.

Both men now had a very intimidate part of themselves in the other; a sort of ritual amongst those bonded by P3 Symbionts as a sign of true affection and trust. There was nothing more binding than having one's Symbiont enter someone else, after all. There was a strong bond between man and Symbiont, perhaps one that could be described as telepathic or instinctual. No matter the distance, Bentley would_always_ be able to feel his Symbiont and what it was doing so even as Speedster squirmed through his body, caressing his strong, muscled form from the inside and stimulating his form, he could feel Rider doing the same with his son.

Their lips immediately met as their cocks rose up in salute of one another. Both men moaned, tongues dancing against one another as their Symbionts rushed up their throats and shot across the bridge formed from the intertwined lips. The two goo-like creatures affectionately caressed one another, meshing together in a swirl of nearly indistinguishable goo before parting again and entering their respective hosts. Not a drop of the goo fell on the floor even as both men collapsed against the wooden stage, Bentley naturally on top. Dominic lifted his legs, allowing his dad's exposed cock to enter him as it had so many times before.

Bentley pulled away from the kiss, a little trail of saliva lingering between their tongues. His eyes turned inky black, irises burning like coals as he once again fused with his Symbiont. "Tonight, all of Gauymore will take the next step to becoming a contributing town to this country."

Dominic purred as his dad's cock pushed into him, his hole as tight as it always as thanks in part to his Symbiont's ability to accelerate his recovery and because he hadn't been fucked in the past few hours. "We need to throw parties like this even after Gauymore gets established."

He bent down and nibbled at his son's ears, hilting into the cub and getting the younger tiger to yowl in ecstasy. "Not a bad idea, son. It'll give us an opportunity to introduce any new guys that Colton brings in to the rest of the town."

"Gonna get harder when the population explodes..."

Bentley grinned at the choice of words as he thrust into his son once more. "Oh you bet it will." He licked his son's ears, causing the cub to quiver and his cock to twitch against the older feline's rigid abdominals. "We'll be initiating the Zero-Protocol shortly. So make sure to save your strength."

Dominic grinned from ear to ear, knowing full well what the Zero-Protocol meant. "Yes daddy."

Barely anyone paid them any mind. Others around gymnasium were having their own sexual encounters. Some were testing out the glory holes embedded into the 'voting booths'. A few were trying to see how many of them can get onto one of the tables while fucking before it broke. Other still were just rolling on the floor with their dicks in one another.

This was life in the Department.

Just men turning their energies to the betterment of their country.

And fucking.

Always fucking.

*****

Lou Zhan was probably one of the oldest cops in Gauymore, even older than the current Sheriff Darryl Braid. He had been on the force long enough that his hair had turned completely grey from the stress. Though he was only 54 years of age, he was nonetheless a man who had a seen a_lot_in his storied career. Perhaps 'storied' was a bit of a long shot given that he nothing exciting every really happened in the town. Perhaps the most excitement he ever had was that winter when torrential rains had destabilised some of the underlying soil and a sinkhole had appeared. There was the occasional missing person but that was usually because of there was a teen that had run away from home in a desperate attempt to flee from the dead-end town.

Not that Lou could blame them.

But as much as he wanted excitement in his life, the Department moving in was_more_ excitement that he could have ever wanted. Especially with how crazy Sheriff Darryl was around them. Over the past few days, he was fairly sure that Braid was going insane. Ever since Mayor Martinez stonewalled him on Monday, Darryl was ranting and raving about kicking the Department out.

Sadly, the Sheriff's office had maybe ten people in total with only seven of them being actual cops. It was a small town, after all. The rest were administrators or librarians. Braid had ordered his men to go out and 'rally the troops'. That meant poor old Lou was meant to go door to door and ask people how they felt about the Department and get them to come to a sort of protest Braid was going to host at the Department's doorstep this very evening; the very same night that the Department was hosting a party for the whole town.

He couldn't believe this was happening.

"Why can't things go back to being simple," he mumbled, running his paw down his grey muzzle. The Red Panda parked his car in the driveway of his home and slowly pulled his slightly overweight, slightly hunched figure out of the car. He dragged his worn, black shoes across the hot asphalt and approached the front door. His sky blue uniform hung on his shoulders and was already starting to soak in his sweat. The heat did not agree with his tired bones.

His wife, Clarice had taken his two daughters out of town to Bushland after Darryl showed increasing signs of instability. It was for their own good. That left him with his sons, Chao the oldest at 28, Qiang who came next at 26 and his youngest out of the bunch, Yan who was just 21. His daughters were 27 and twenty-four respectively. He and Clarice had always wanted a big family and they had achieved that. Now that most of their family had grown up past their twenties, Lou had hoped it would be smooth sailing as their children were mostly independent.

That is until the Department moved in.

With a sigh, he inserted the key into the lock of his door, gave it a twist and entered his house. Only Yan lived with him these days as the rest of his kids had moved out and without Clarice, the house felt even more empty.

Just a little nap, he told himself. One hour and then I'll go knocking door to door for Braid.

It wasn't even noon and Lou was already feeling exhausted. It was going to be a long night and he was dreading what the evening would hold. Whatever it may be, Gauymore would surely change that evening.

As he shuffled towards his bedroom, he heard a strange noise coming from the lounge. Ears perked, the Red Panda tilted his head, long wispy grey hairs on his head falling over his eyes as it usually did whenever he moved too fast. He brushed aside the long fringe and entered the lounge not sure what to expect.

What he saw almost gave the poor old man a heart attack.

"What the - !?"

Their bodies intertwined, cocks tenting jockstraps of different shades and their fur matted with cum, all three of his sons turned to him with bashful grins like they had just been caught with their paws in the cookie jars. Each of the Pandas were simply_enormous_. They bypassed Lou's 5'4'' - he lost some inches due to age - and towered well past six feet tall, maybe even six and a half feet tall. Each of them had rippling muscles, their physiques ridiculously enhanced and decorated by thick veins. Lou would consider it grotesque especially since there was clear evidence that they had mounted each other given the amount of cum dripping from each of their asses.

"What the hell!?" he exclaimed in shock. "What... what have you boys done!?"

Chao got to his feet, his huge cock that rose up past his abs swayed within the bright pink jockstrap. "Dad, it's fine! Yan just introduced us to the Department." He lifted his arms, flexing his biceps with a big cheesy grin on his features. "It feels amazing!"

Yan...

His youngest hadn't been home for the past few days claiming that he had spent the weekend with his best friend, Peter McKlowski. It was something that happened a lot in Gauymore. In such a small town, people spent the night in each other's homes simply because it was convenient or they simply did not want to be alone. Sometimes something_sexual_ happened which may lead to the occasional pregnancy but that was just shrugged off as just another part of Gauymore's culture. Nothing ever happened in the town so people just fucked and had kids.

A child would keep you busy for at least twenty years, after all.

"But... But..." Lou shook his head in confusion, padding towards his sons. "I... I don't understand... How did you... How...?"

Chao had been the oldest and had always been the overachiever. He had been the tallest of the bunch and excelled both in sports and academics. Lou had hoped his son would go on to college but excellence in a small town like Gauymore didn't necessarily mean excellence in the rest of the country. Chao ended up being a teacher at high school which was still a respectable profession. Now though, he doubted_anyone_ would hire his son given how he was currently dressed and that he had_fucked his siblings!_

"Dad, it's okay," Qiang said shuffling aside on the cum-soaked couch. The cushion he had been sitting on was surprisingly untouched by spilled seed and he patted it, beckoning for Lou to sit down. "Let us explain."

Despite his reservations, Lou padded over and sat down on the offered cushion, holding his paws tightly to himself to avoid contact with any of the cum around him. Qiang was perched to his left while Chao was to his right. Yan moved behind him, reaching down and resting his huge paws on Lou's shoulders, gently massaging them. His nerves began to ooze out of him and he began to relax.

These were his sons...

... right?

"Yan finally came home today and gave us a call," Qiang explained. The 'biggest' of his children, Qiang had always had a weight problem growing up and Clarice had waved it off as baby-fat... baby-fat that he never quite shook for his entire life. The middle son had used that to his advantage and opened a Chinese-themed restaurant in town; the only one of his kind. Given that it was so odd to have such cuisine out in the middle of Gauymore, it saw a lot of business. He hired a few locals with Asian heritage to help keep the place 'authentic'. Now, his arms were thick and vascular, his chest broad and beefy and his abdominals perfectly nestled that monstrously erect cock like the divide of his muscles was set to perfectly rest between the mounds of his symmetrical stomach. "We couldn't get a break until recently but Chao arrived first."

Chao leaned towards him, one paw sliding up his arm while his breath wafted into Lou's ears. "Yan introduced us to the Department. We found him... very hard to resist."

Lou turned towards his son, wondering why he was speaking so strangely only to have his worst fears realised. Yan leaned down and locked lips with his older brother, the two moaning in more than brotherly affection. He turned away from the sight only to have Qiang's tongue invade his own muzzle.

Every muscle in his body went tense... and then started to melt, his eyelids fluttering as an intense tingling sensation invaded the back of his skull. It was so strong that it clouded all other thoughts save for those pertaining to the blood rushing towards his groin. His cheeks turned a bright red, burning through the grey of his fur. Dull brown eyes clouded over behind his thick glasses. A jaw that was quivering with hesitation went slack allowing Qiang's tongue to invade him and stimulate his own tongue into joining the sensual tango.

That tingling intensified into an intense buzzing like there were bees running through his nerves. His body instinctively spasmed, limbs no longer under his control. The middle-aged police officer could only moan as that alien sensation shot down the back of his neck, engulfing his vocal cords. As another moan rose from his throat, his neck widened, the sound waves bouncing off the walls of the widening channel accompanied by the chorus of his flesh and muscles stretching. He pulled his muzzle away from his son, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he became engulfed in a sea of euphoria.

Managing five children had drained the sexual drive from him. Not that he regretted having children but taking care of the kids for almost thirty years had left him exhausted. He couldn't remember the last time he had acted on an erection or even what had gotten him aroused in the first place. The waves of arousal and fiery stimulation crashed against his weary mind like a battering ram sending his body convulsing with every thrust of his pelvis like the wave started with his rising dick and rippled out to the extremities of his limbs.

His boys' paws eagerly added to the stimulation as their fingers glided over his body, searching for those muscles that grew and lengthened thanks to the transformation. A pair - he wasn't sure whose - rolled over his pectorals and those muscles bounced up in response; filling up his loose shirt and causing the undershirt beneath to groan. Another one ran down his arms and his biceps quickly inflated, filling up the large paw and compelling the owner to grip the hardened muscle. The third pair glided down his thighs and those too stretched to fill his pants, toes curling in the process. The third pair moved towards the buckle of his belt, undoing them swiftly and with practiced motions. A choking protest came out of his throat but that was quickly silenced when another wave of pleasure rocked his body, pumping raw muscle into his forearms and calves.

One finger hooked the edge of his boxer briefs and pulled them down to reveal erect five inch cock springing from a bush of grey crotch fur. A cool breath wafted over the precum-covered rod, making him shudder and instinctive thrust. His dick found itself buried inside the muzzle of a son, lips quickly clamping around the base and sending him squirming in ecstasy. The old Red Panda was lost in a storm of sensations and it was all he could do to dig his claws into the nearest stable mass. His left paw dug into the thick, mountainous back of Chao who was happily slurping up at his lengthening cock while his right wrapped around Qiang's paw.

"Dad."

His eyes refocused on Yan who hovered over him, beaming brightly. His son's eyes were burning a bright red against a field of black.

"Do you want to join the Department? Become like us?"

He couldn't think and instincts took over or perhaps it was the Symbiont. "Yes! God yes!"

Yan beamed and leaned down, planting his muzzle against his father's in a steaming hot, upside down kiss. Lou let out a rising moan, thrusting his hips one more time into Chao's muzzle, his cock shooting up an extra two inches while his balls surged outward in all directions before propelling its load straight down his boy's throat. That tingling sensation rocketed throughout his whole body, thick veins crawling across his limbs and barely fading across his suddenly chiselled chest. He kept thrusting long after his sack had been emptied, his mind focused on one thing: sex.

He broke the kiss, panting heavily and with a ferocious growl rising from his throat.

"More." demanded the Zhan patriarch. He turned towards Qiang who had remained merely caressing his arms. "More!" He reached down towards his chest, ripping his shirt right down the middle and exposing the now plump pectorals. His undershirt had been built for someone much smaller so now his nipples were poking out just beneath the straps. With his newfound strength, he grabbed Qiang's head and pushed his middle son's muzzle against his nipple. "More!"

Yan took the initiative and moved onto the couch and clamped onto the other nipple. Lou sucked in air through his clenched teeth, hissing and pushing his chest. Chao never let go of his cock and continued to slurp at the throbbing member that was as far from getting soft as he could ever be. The tingling all over his body was setting his senses afire and with all three of his sons assaulting him from different angles, there was nothing he could do against the waves of pleasure that was overwhelming him and pushing every inch of his body towards them. It was like with every suck, slurp and swallow from his boys, they were pulling at his flesh, forcing it to grow bigger, stronger and more like their own.

There was nothing he could do against it. The part of him that was screaming that this was wrong was quickly fading in favour of one that wanted_more._

"Yes!" he growled. "More! Give me more!"

Old muscles that had withered with age were reinvigorated. The straps of his undershirt groaned in protest, tearing in different places as his traps began to inflate to consume his neck. A thick vein travelled down the slope of his neck muscles and fed into his shoulders, inflating them into beautifully round, scalloped bowling balls. With a resounding_snap_, his undershirt's straps tore, leaving room for his pectorals to flare up and push out towards his sons' lips. Both boys eagerly tore away the remaining fabric even as they were forced to shift their muzzles downward slightly as his nipples began pointing towards his feet due to the sheer size and firmness of his pectorals. Their paws brushed over his abdominals which tightened and clenched as if they were bear traps eager to snap at those fingers. They tore off the remnants of his shirt, revealing the widening lats that drew the eye towards the rigid eight-pack that all but consumed his belly button.

With the extra power provided with his new abdominal muscles, Lou thrust harder and harder into Chao's muzzle. A deep growling rose from his throat matching the one that came from his balls as they grew, preparing themselves for what was to come. His son was well versed in taking the cock offered before him as he had done so at least twice before. Even as the length of mean grew wider and longer, he took it all and slurped up the increasingly thickening precum without spilling a drop. He did have to grip his father's thighs, however, for stability though partially also to feel the hardening quads and thickening hamstrings that eagerly consumed all traces of fat and pressed up against Lou's bright red fur. The curly grey crotch fur that pushed into Chao's muzzle lost their traces of brown that hinted at their former colour and turned pure silver like strands of metal rising up from the base of his father's cock.

Lou threw his head back, eyes once more unfocused when the fiery tingling shot down his legs. His limbs were spasming. The growing muscles pressed up against his already tight slacks, the mass pulling at the zipper until the teeth could take no more. The waistline slid down as far as about a quarter of the way down his thighs before they got stuck. A loud tearing noise filled the lounge room. The awful tan garment gained huge vertical tears along the seams, pieces of string desperately trying to hold the fabric together before it came away fully, leaving vascular muscle revealed to the air. Chao sensed his need and grabbed the falling pieces, tearing them from his legs and leaving his flaring calves to erupt; appearing like two folded wings against the back of his huge feet. Chao tried to tear off his shoes and got them out about half way before they got stuck against the curve of his foot. He just shucked them off, the twitching along his whole leg giving enough force to throw the garment off with ease.

His grip around his sons' shoulders grew stronger. Thick veins spearheaded paths down this biceps, paving ways for more and more muscle to pile onto the hardened mounds and feeding his bones to grow and stretch. His blunted claws raked across his near-naked sons' mountainous backs, rolling over the hills of those traps before sliding down the valley of their spine before rising once again across the twin peaks of their shoulder blades. This newfound strength he used to hold them firmly against his pectorals, thrusting his nipples into the waiting muzzled on the downbeat between each shove of his crotch.

Lou threw his head back, muzzle hanging open while a long, sustained moan rose from his thickening neck. The grey hairs on his head flared up as if each strand had a life of its own. Wispy and thinning from age, new follicles pushed out of his skull, rising past his red fur and joining its brothers to form a thick, voluminous, youthful spike. The faint traces of brown that hinted at its former colour was completely absorbed by the solid silver that consumed every strand of hair on his body from his eyebrows, eyelashes and even armpits. The flecks of body hair that had grown with age dropped off, lost in the rising and falling of his hardened muscles and clashing of equally defined forms of his sons leaving him perfectly clean and looking like a supermodel.

With a final cry, Lou Zhang threw his head back and roared, unleashing his second load in less than fifteen minutes into his son, Chao. His aged heart, now hardened back into a firm organ, pumped hard in his chest and sent that tingling sensation all over his body. The buzzing only heightened the orgasm as his balls spilled the his seed into his hungry son while both Qiang and Yan continued to suckle on his nipples, tripling the tugging sensations that pulled at his muscles and form as if they were sucking the age from his body.

With one final thrust, Lou unleashed the last blast of cum he would ever have as a middle-aged man into his son. He gasped, eyes refocusing and dazed. He soon found Yan's muzzled wrapped around his own, tongues dancing in a delicate tango that was mixed with the taste of sweat. All reservations about incest were gone and he eagerly dove into the sensual contact with his own son.

"You ready for the final part, dad?" rumbled Qiang into his ear.

He pulled his muzzle away from Yan and pressed his lips against his middle son. "Fuck yes," he rumbled with youthful enthusiasm he had long forgotten. "Give me more."

He winced as Chao pulled his muzzle free from Lou's new ten inch cock. "Then you know what you've got to do, dad."

He did.

Somehow, he knew_exactly_ what he had to do.

Rising from the couch, he leaned down and gave Chao a kiss on the forehead before rising up to his full height, now six feet tall. Whatever height he had lost due to age and gravity had been returned two fold. Chao, all too eager for them to be a family again, lifted his tail and turned around, offering his ass to his sire. The red jockstrap that had clung so firmly to his ass and kept the bubble butt so firmly shaped turned into a thick, red goo. It immediately shot towards the Red Panda's ass, disappearing into the hole as if beckoning Lou to followed.

The father was more than happy to oblige.

Lou shoved his dick deep into his son, roaring in ecstasy as he easily hilted into his boy. He could almost_feel_ where his other sons had used the ass during their own sessions. It only aroused him all the more that he was in the same ass that his boys had abused just minutes ago.

He pulled back to thrust and felt something hot and warm press between his butt cheeks. One glance over his shoulder and he met Qiang's lips. They were a family. It would only be natural that his boys would use his hole as much as he used theirs. With that thought, he eagerly pushed himself back, letting the tip of that hot, sixteen-inch rod slide into his virgin ass. Qiang grabbed his waist for stability and together, they both thrust forward, pushing his dick into Chao.

Beneath him, youngest son Yan positioned himself in front of Chao. His eldest son grabbed Yan's thick legs and eagerly gobbled up the throbbing member between Yan's legs. At the same time. Yan reached forward, his paws gliding up and down Lou's newly muscled chest while he leaned forward and met his father's lips in a passionate kiss. Lou just knew that this configuration would be a family staple from now on; probably with some rearrangements of the participants.

He was instinctively thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of his eldest son like a jackhammer all the while having his own rear pounded by his youngest. Waves of pleasure shot from both front and back, erupting like a geyser up and down his body. The torrent of power was like the ebb and flow of the tides. It pushed up through his spine, stretching his muscles with every flow and pushing his bulk further outward. As it ebbed, the tingling that had originated from the back of his head was slowly pulled closer towards the source of this overwhelming ecstasy.

Yan thrust and his spine stretched upwards, the buzz of his Symbiont receding from his head down towards his neck.

Lou bucked his hips into Chao and an inch was added to his legs in all direction. The fiery tingling fled down to his plump pectorals, swirling with his beating heart.

Another push from Yan and he yowled in ecstasy as his balls ballooned outward, forcing his legs further apart.

He thrust into Chao again, pushing his lips against Qiang's muzzle and holding his middle son against him. The buzzing stopped at his stomach, diamond-hard abs clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

Yan gave one last push, his cock hilting deep into his father. The inches that were buried into Lou seemed to translate into his own cock as his member pushed out the last few inches to fully fill Chao who moaned throatily; the eldest son's muzzle still full with Qiang's monster of a cock. His Symbiont receded towards his balls where he could feel it swirling, preparing itself for the final push when it would be birthed into the world.

For a second, Lou was clear-headed. He was fully aware that he was kissing Qiang, he was fucking Chao and he was_being_ fucked by Yan. This was a level of familial bonding he had never experienced before.

I... I was wrong.

The moment his sons had grown old enough to leave the house, he thought it would just be him and his wife until the grandkids came in. But he was wrong.This was so much better. The loving embrace of his boys, the intimacy of having a piece of flesh inside him and being inside them; the euphoria of orgasm without the risks...

... it was perfect.

We want it.

With those last, three, magical words, Lou Zhang came. His balls slammed against the base of his cock with his last thrust, compiling all the force into a powerful jet that came streaming out of his sixteen inch cock and into his son. Chao's body went rigid beneath him. Even without looking, he just_knew_ his eldest son was spewing his own seed onto the carpeted floor, birthing his Symbiont. Chao's jaw must have been magical because at that moment, Qiang's kiss against Lou went rigid and he could see streams of seed blasting from the cock buried into Chao's muzzle. He didn't get a moment to mull over it as the molten seed from Yan came bursting into his own ass, almost lifting him off the ground with its incredible force.

The cycle was completed and he felt a warmth spread through him, filling him with contentment and excitement at the same time.

Lou moaned, pulling his lips away from Qiang and stumbling back into Yan's strong, muscled chest. Powerful arms gently wrapped around his torso, pulling him back onto the cum-stained couch. He and Chao moaned as his cock was pulled free from his eldest's ass, balls utterly spent and not a single drop of cum falling on the floor even as Chao was incapable of devouring all of the seed that Qiang gave him. Lou moaned as Yan sat them down, impaling him on the still erupting cock that seemed intent of pumping him until bursting.

Chao reached into the puddle of cum beneath him, retrieving a deep red jockstrap. The name 'King' was on it.

"Care to join us, Dad?" asked his eldest son.

Lou grinned brightly and lifted his legs, biting his lower lip and letting out a soft whimper as gravity speared him further against Yan's cock. Chao took one of the straps of the garment and Qiang took the other. Together, the boys slipped his legs through the loops and brought the garment across his thick calves, over his mountainous thighs and stretched the pouch over his rigid cock that was already welling with more cum.

Lou closed his eyes as he felt the elastic snap against his waist.

When he opened them, his irises were bright red and his scelara pitch black. He grabbed the back of his sons' head, pulling them towards him and giving them each a sloppy kiss.

He grinned and pushed both boys towards his nipples."

"We want more."

******

The thing about graduating from Gauymore was that if you weren't offered a place in some college somewhere else in Utah or across the country, you kind of didn't have anywhere to go. Jobs were scarce unless your family had a business and even then, most families consisted of_at least_three kids meaning that shifts could be easily distributed between the five members. That left the others with little to do and often it meant that they would partake in one of Gauymore's more popular pastimes for graduates - lurking in the sole high school.

Such was the case for Marvin Vuuld. As a rabbit, his family was one of the larger ones in town and owned the laundromat-slash-tailor. Most of the time, no more than two people had to be in the store at any one time but that just left the rest of the clutch alone and to do as they pleased. Marvin, at a fresh-faced nineteen years old, had just graduated from high school but his grades were far from fantastic. So far, in fact, that he couldn't get a scholarship that would fund his ability to go to college. That was the unfortunate reality of living in Gauymore. Unless you_really_ lucked out like Liam Stockton did a few years ago, you were_not_ getting out of this town.

So, just like many of the other high school graduates that didn't get out of town, he spent the days when he wasn't working at the shop just visiting the old school grounds. He met his classmates, spoke with his teachers and wandered the halls trying to relive the days when life was so simple and structured. Going to school, attending classes, having lunch, then leaving. Free time was maddening.

The school bell rang and he watched the students file out of the red-brick building into their cars or the two buses that would take them straight to their doors. He mentally shook his head at how simple their lives were. Maybe_one_ of them would catch the eye of a college. Twenty or so would likely have family out in other States that they could leverage off. The remaining would just be stuck here like him.

Though there was a strange new fad that was sweeping the students and staff.

Mr. Fivecent was one such example. The pitbull had always been a bit on the fat side and was one of the longest-standing teachers in the school. Notorious for how sensitive he was about his toupee, graduating seniors would often play pranks to try and steal said toupee. Recently, there was a fad where they would swap out the toupee for an identical one and see if Fivecent noticed. None really succeeded and none ever would now. The now shirtless history teacher towered over all his students as he watched them like a hawk file into the school buses. Standing at about 6'8'', he was simply a mountain of muscle that the dense chest, arm and leg hairs could not hide. All that body hair seemed to give him some renewed confidence because he no longer went with his toupee, leaving his skull with only his normal white fur.

The canine wasn't the only one that had changed. Some of the seniors were similarly built, showing off their herculean physiques with scant clothing. Some parents would take offense to this show of masculinity and certainly some of the girls attending the school would too but Marvin noticed the suspicious absence of both. Only guys were filing into the school buses.

He had to ask himself_why_ this was the case but on some level, he really didn't care. He just wanted to belong to the same group, to join the hulking masses that seemed to be having so much fun and carefree. Why did he have to graduate when he did instead of staying in school one more year when he could be more directly exposed to this amazing phenomenon?

Forget the rumours that these guys fucked one another all the time and that they were cock-lovers. Why did_they_ get the chance to belong to this clique while he was passed over?

A loud honking brought his long ears to attention and the skinny, white-furred rabbit turned in time to see a big, red truck come rolling up just behind the bus. He almost didn't recognise the huge hulking ape that was perched on the tray waving to him.

"Peter?" he asked, padding over. "Peter McKlowski?"

The huge gorilla grinned at him from beneath his well-trimmed, light-brown beard. "Hey, Marv! Been a while!"

It really hasn't...

Like him, Pete had been one of the guys that hung around the high school on the days that he had off. Pete worked at Eli Stockton's garage but since barely anyone ever needed any reason to visit the shop, he sometimes got to leave early and spent it hanging around with other alumni or potential graduates. Though he was three years older than him, Pete and Marvin could be considered friends given how often they loitered around the high school. They had both been in the football team - such as it was - with Marvin being a kicker while Pete - given his bulk - was an offensive lineman. Given their shared roots and interests, they hung out often; the latest of which was just last week.

And last week, Pete was nowhere_near_ as big as he was now.

Or as hairy.

"Uhm..." Marvin began, approaching the truck cautiously. "What... What happened to you?"

The gorilla grinned, flexing an arm and showing off the veins running over his biceps. The thick brown fuzz over his forearms definitely hadn't been there before but did a lot to highlight the parts of his near-black fur that were stretched over such strong muscles. "Take a guess, man!"

He glanced off towards where Mr. Fivecent slapped the ass of one of the scantily dressed students, a knowing smirk being exchanged between them. "I'm guessing whatever's been going around?" he ventured. "You're looking good, though."

"Damn straight!" Pete beckoned him closer. "You heading to your shop? Want a lift?"

It was maybe an hour's walk to the store from the high school and, at most, a fifteen minutes drive. He glanced over at the truck's cabin, noting that there were a pair of wolves in there. He thought he recognised Liam Stockton but the blonde wolf in there was too big and too beefy for that. One look at Pete and then at the bus as the yellow frame shifted under the weight of multiple 300-pound-plus students and he shrugged.

"Sure."

He jumped into the tray of the truck, sitting opposite to Pete as the gorilla tapped the head of the cabin. A faint buzzing was already itching its way through the back of Marvin's skull. A soft, dopey smile started crossing his features as Mr. Fivecent padded over. With the last of the students having boarded the bus, the driver of the truck - Eli Stockton from all appearances - stepped out of the truck cabin and met Fivecent. There weren't even any words exchanged before the two men grabbed each other ferociously and began making out right there in front of everyone. The bus was already pulling away, sparing any of the kids from the sensual sight but Marvin found himself with a front seat view to the entire scene... and found his cock reacting.

"Whoa..." he breathed in surprise. "What's going on?"

"Just something that we in the Department do," Pete answered with a sly wink. "You want to try it out?"

Before he could even question further, his lips were already moving in response, "Sure."

Pete gently picked up his right leg and was removing his sandals. The gorilla waggled his eyebrows at him. Marvin's jaw fell slack as the muscular, hairy beast's tongue snaked between his toes, sending a wave of ecstasy rushing up his leg like he had lit the fuse of a stick of dynamic. The itching at the back of his head raced down his spine to meet the rush of fire. His eyes boggled when he realised where they were about to meet but there was nothing he could do to stop it. The two bullets of power collided at his crotch, slamming into his balls. The orbs surged, jostling in his khaki pants and filling out his boxers which were already tented by his erection. The impact caused his entire body to convulse, back arching upwards and his hands gripping the edge of the truck's tray. The sudden movement shoved his foot into Peter's mouth, the gorilla happily taking the offered limb and running his tongue over the toes.

"W - w - what...?" he moaned. The fiery explosion from his balls quickly sent a shockwave over the rest of his body. His quads which had always been his best feature tightened, bracing for impact, before they were hit by the blast and erupted with a sound akin to a loud, underwater explosion. Muscles that had seen disuse over the year since graduation inflated and filled out the legs of his shorts. Hamstrings formed tight, steel-like bands to support his quads. All that fed downward towards his knees where the muscles seemed all too eager to consume the join. The spark immediately struck his calves, forcing him to flex the muscles there and curl his toes. The lump of his calves moved up from halfway down his shins up to just below his knee and got stuck there, hardening like stone with thick veins running over its frame. His already large feet were tickled by Pete's tongue, coaxing his toes to uncurl and accept the growth that quickly pushed him to beyond normal shoe sizes.

A great pressure was building in his groin. It took him a moment to realise that he was madly thrusting into the air and that pressure was his cock straining against his shorts. Panting heavily, his long ears folded back against his skull, Marvin rumbled for his belt and tore it off. A gasp let his lips as his cock was allowed to slide through the hole of his boxers and allowed free. The bright pink piece of sensitive flesh was squirting precum up into the air like a geyser, splattering rain of of the clear fluids all over his shirt. The already hefty nine inch piece of meat throbbed with need, pumping that growth and strength over his torso while leaving his flesh tingling.

The truck suddenly jostled and he was vaguely aware that Mr. Fivecent was leaning against the truck. Eli Stockton was right behind him. Even without seeing their groins, he knew what was happening especially when the truck shook and both men moaned.

Marvin's attention was brought back towards his own body as Pete's tongue began sliding up and down his soles. His abs tightened with a sound like grinding rocks hitting his ears. Marvin was blinded his pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while his jaw went slack and carried a long, lusty moan from the back of his throat. A rigid eight-pack appeared against his abdomen, flaring out with widening lats and feeding into the mountains of his inflating pectorals. In the wake of the new valleys being created, a flush of dark brown fur spread from beneath the waistband of his boxers, creeping upwards through the valleys and forming a handsome treasure trail. While those hairs seemed to vanish on about the second row of abdominal muscles, they resurfaced between his pectorals. His shirt grew tight with the rising chest, his black nipples pushing through the thin, white fabric and becoming clearly visible. The dark burst of chest hair streamed out from the canyon of his pectorals, spreading out in a cross pattern that could be seen even through his shirt. The top of the star peeked out of the collar, drawing the eye towards his widening neck.

The pressure in his cock was growing with more and more precum pouring out of his cock like a fire hose. The clear liquid splattered all over his chest, soaking into the fabric of his shirt and allowing a clearer view of the new cross-shaped chest fur.

Marvin leaned his head back, perhaps some subconscious act to resist the pull of the changes and keep his head away from the euphoric sensations. But it was futile as dark hairs were already starting to creep over his jawline starting with his chin. The clean-shaven rabbit suddenly found flecks of stubble rising up from his white fur, rising up to touch the bottom of his lip and form a soft 'W' on his chin. It wasn't so thick that it covered his white fur but the faintest wisps of a beard were forming.

His cock surged upwards a inch, the precum growing thicker and thicker with flecks of white now joining steady geyser of clear fluids.

Those same hairs began spreading over his forearms, the tingling sensation of the follicles springing up past his fur causing his fingers to twitch and vibrate. This was a prelude to the growth that pulled his bones further away from his shoulders, stretching his spine and adding another few inches to his height. To compensate, the muscles along his arms flared out and pushed the sleeves of his shirt further up his upper arm until they got stuck against the crest of his thick biceps, now seemingly permanently flexed.

The rabbit couldn't contain himself any longer.

His dick shot up one more inch, giving him a very impressive eleven inches before all the cum in his balls came shooting up along the length in a violent burst. Some subconscious command ordered him to seize his cock and aim it directly at Peter. Just as the seed came blasting out, he had managed to angle the pink flesh straight at Peter. The gorilla saw this and immediately pulled Marvin's foot away from his muzzle, opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue hang loose. The rabbit's hot seed came blasting towards him like a rocket, most of it sailing down his throat but some of it painting his face. Marvin's silent cry of ecstasy was accompanied by hard thrusts from his hips and the immense pressure from his cock being shot out from the tip for the fourth, fifth...sixth time!

The last blast sent him slouching against the tray, his stars flashing before his eyes and a vague recollection that the truck was still shaking. His eyes focused and unfocused. Some part of him registered that Pete was happily lapping up his cum from his lips. The gorilla wiped his face off the seed and then began licking his own fingers clean. Where he couldn't or didn't reach, the sticky, white fluid crept down his neck and disappearing beyond Marvin's fading view.

The shaking of the truck was like being rocked to sleep and Marvin found his eyelids going heavy.

When he next became fully conscious, it was because the truck was already on the move.

"W - What...?" he mumbled, lifting his head.

Pete was sitting right next to him now, one arm draped over his shoulder and the other gliding up and down his chest. The touch was very comforting, very affectionate and intimate. He didn't mind it at all but he was still disoriented.

"Where...?"

"We're almost at your store," answered Pete with a grin.

"Did... Did we just...?"

The muscular, hairy ape nodded. "Totally. You're becoming one of us."

A faint smile touched his lips. "Cool. So I'm...?"

"Joining the Department. Yeah."

"Fuck... It feels good." Marvin was slowly regaining more of his mental faculties and straightened. "When do we get to fuck more?"

Peter's grin grew broader. "Easy there. Let's get to your family store first."

"Why? Why couldn't we fuck at the school?"

The gorilla snickered at his enthusiasm. "Dude, there's underage kids at that school. We were pushing it when we fucked out there."

"You're holding back because of that?" Marvin shook his head in disbelief. "They're horny kids. They'd love to get some of this!"

"Maybe but they're still underage. Above all, the Department values the choice of joining. We don't force them to joining. They gotta come to us of their own free will." He smirked at Marvin. "Right?"

The rabbit could only nod in confirmation.

I want this.

They arrived a short while later at the family store though it was rather strange that it was closed in the middle of the day. Sure, few people needed new clothes and even fewer needed tailor-made garments but his dad usually kept the place open well through the day. Pete jumped from the tray, nimble despite his size and he headed over to the door. Marvin was just a few steps away with the cabin door springing open. Eli and Liam Stockton were following behind.

To his surprise, the door to the store was actually open despite the shudders being drawn and the 'closed' sign out front. The smell of manly musk and sex hit him immediately the moment he stepped onto the property. His eyes boggled when he noted that a short distance away, his dad had his older brother bent over the counter and fucking him with his huge, meaty dick. Both his family members were_huge_. At least the size of Peter though his dad had more of a dad-bod with a belly while his brother was leaner and more vascular.

"What the...?" he breathed in surprise.

"We're here to get some suits for tonight's party," said Peter with a grin. He waved towards the two rabbits. "Hey, Mr. Vuuld. Think we can get a second?"

His dad, Sinclair Vuuld, let out a loud grunt before slamming his cock and balls into his son beneath him. Simon Vuuld, Marvin's older brother by five years, let out a gasp and just by the loud, wet, sloshing noises, he guessed his brother had just cum beneath the counter. Sinclair leaned down and gave Simon one last kiss on the cheek before slowly pulling his meat out of the smaller bunny beneath him.

"Yeah," rumbled the titanic rabbit, wiping his brow with the back of his paw. "Sounds good." Then his bright red eyes encased in a field of black fell upon Marvin. A predatory grin crossed his features. "Oh, hey Marv. Looks like you're finally joining the rest of family. You are, right?"

Marvin couldn't help himself. His cock was slipping out through his boxers as if to greet his hunky dad. "Uh... yeah dad."

Grinning, Sinclair slapped Simon's ass with a loud, wet_smack_. "Go help our customers, Simon. I'm gonna reintroduce your brother to the family business."

That buzzing in the back of Marvin's head intensified once more and before he knew what was happening, his shorts were around his ankles and he was being pushed towards one of those full-body mirrors in the corner of the store. Pete was already on his knees, lips around the rabbit's cock as the bigger, older bunny gently inserted his cock into Marvin's virgin hole. Once again, a fuse had been lit starting in Marvin's head and racing down his spine towards his groin but the other immediately came from his ass, shooting towards his dick. Both collided and with that explosion of ecstasy, Marvin thrust his hips, plunging his cock into Peter's throat. He gasped, blasts of energy and power streaming throughout his whole body.

He arched his back, tilting his head to the side as his own muzzle instinctively gravitated towards his dad's. Sinclair had to lean down but he was more than able to lock lips with his son, tongue dancing in and out of the younger muzzle and injecting more and more sensual strength into his son, fuelling the growth squirming deep within. Marvin was a slave to the desire and his eyes rolled back once more into his head as his body convulsed and squirmed against the might storm of sensations that burned through every bone, muscle and nerve.

Perhaps driven by some understanding that he would soon be obtaining a new set of clothes, Marvin reached for the collar of his shirt. Raw power pumped through his chest and without even that much effort, he tore the garment right down the middle, exposing his bare chest. The striations of his pectorals grew more and more defined with the growth of those mountains, the valley between them growing deeper and deeper, momentarily consuming the crest of brown chest hair that had only sprung up recently. As if fearing their disappearance, all that chest hair suddenly sprung up, bursting from the canyon and rushing over his chest. It was impossible to keep up with the growth, however, and the fur seemed to be pushed down towards the outline of his pectorals, curling around his downward-pointing nipples and perfectly outlining his massive chest. Those same hairs crawled down towards his rigid abdominals just as his treasure trail snaked its way up from his groin, the two meeting down the middle to form a firm bridge between the two sources of masculinity.

The crackling sound of his spine cut through the darkened shop, joining the orchestra of moans and wet slapping not only from this threesome but the one in the back where Eli, Liam and Simon were intertwined. This was a true sense of belonging that Marvin was craving and he didn't want it to stop. He wasn't just part of the Vuuld family; he was part of the Department too.

With a groan, he reached up, curling his arm over his father's head. He didn't have to stretch far as a few more inches were added to his height and his lips meshed with his father's easier. He felt his father's Adam's Apple sliding up and down against his bulging deltoids as his arm curled around Sinclair's neck, holding his dad tightly against him. Thick, brown hairs wrapped around his forearm, nearly eclipsing all of his white fur while forming a faint aura around his broad, defined biceps. His other paw grabbed the back of Peter's head, guiding the gorilla as he worked a rhythm into pumping his dick into the eager muzzle. Withe very pump, he speared himself on his dad's cock. There was only pleasure as more and more of that monstrous cock slid into him. Every inch that was injected seemed to be another inch of height he grew but even he had his limits and he moaned in frustration as he realised he could only take about ten inches of his dad's cock before all his height was maxed out for the moment.

That didn't matter for he knew there was more to come. Peter seized the waistband of his boxers and boldly tore it clean off, leaving Marvin completely free of clothing. The rabbit's fluffy tail wiggled happily, rubbing against his dad's strong belly while his glutes flared up and clenched tightly against his dad's, meaty cock. Strength flooded towards his legs, prompting him to lift up one foot. A source of heat radiated close to his toes and he instinctively brought his growing paws towards it. He found the thick, meaty rod of Peter's cock, revealed through his jockstrap and happily pressed his sole against it. This wads of precum were pouring down its length, easily allowing him to push it against the gorilla's hairy chest and slide his foot up and down its vascular length.

A rising moan built in his throat. Once again, he felt a great pressure forming in his cock; pressure that was pushing its length deeper and deeper into Peter's throat while his balls grew and slapped against the hairy gorilla's chin. Marvin squeezed his eyes shut. At the same time, the hairs on his face grew thicker, the shadow of a beard forming a clean and well-maintained chin strip that snaked its way up along his jawline and joined with his sideburns.

Marvin thrust, harder and harder, his body bracing itself. His eyes sprang open and he lifted his head, letting out a cry of ecstasy. His dad's lips wrapped around his neck, the vibrations of his cry coursing through the older rabbit's muzzle. Hot cum poured out of Marvin's cock, streaming into Peter's throat. The hot explosion was nothing like the ecstasy that he had felt when the sexual contact began. If those had been bursts of fire, this was an eruption from a volcano, rocking his very core.

His moment of bliss was tainted by a strange sense of... incompletion. He was almost there. A little more.

One more, he realised. Just one more.

This time, Marvin wasn't overcome with unconsciousness. The energy that had coursed through his veins remained and he was simply bouncing and eager to complete the process that he had begun. He moaned softly as his dad pulled out of him and Pete licked his cock clean. Panting softly, he regarded his reflection in the mirror. The manly bunny staring back at him was fit, strong and hairy and he couldn't help but flex to show up the network of veins that ran from his biceps, across his shoulders and over his pectorals.

The view became slightly obstructed, however, when a light pink collared shirt was wrapped around his shoulders by a familiar pair of paws. Sinclair pushed their lips together, tongues dancing affectionately for about twenty seconds.

"We've got to fit you with a suit for tonight, son," rumbled the older and taller rabbit.

Marvin regarded the shirt. Even with his new size, he had worked long enough with thread and needle to know that it was still too big for him. "Dad, it won't fit."

Sinclair grinned and shoved his cock back into his son. "Oh yes it will," rumbled the fatherly rabbit.

Marvin squirmed in response, biting his lower lip with his eyelids fluttering. "Fuck me dad... Bring me back into the business..."

Marvin's body was moving of its own accord as waves of pleasure began coursing through him again, the hurricane reaching its final stages. His arms slipped through the sleeves of the pinked collared shirt. The sleeves fell just past his knuckles but as his dad thrust into him, his arms widened and lengthened, filling out the fabric until they were night and taught, wrapping around his wrists comfortably. A single button was done across his chest and his pectorals flared up, filling mass of the shirt into a snug fit. Another thrust, another button done and his abdomen pressed up against the fabric, clearly visible thanks to the his 'V-shaped' frame pulling at the sides of the shirt.

A warmth wrapped around his cock and one look down revealed Pete's lips were once again around his cock. He grabbed the gorilla's head with both paws while his father continued to button his shirt, each one fastened bringing him closer and closer to completion; closer to becoming one with his Symbiont. He groaned, thrusting harder and harder. The pressure in his cock hadn't subsided with the need to cum driving it another two inches deeper than before.

Another button done and his body stretched upwards, allowing him to rest his head back against his dad's collarbone comfortably. Sinclair's tongue traced the lines of his mountainous traps and thick neck, coaxing the Symbiont that was in the back of his head to travel down his spine.

One more button and his Symbiont pulled the tingling from his arms, dragging the sensations from his chest down to his clenched abdominals. His toes curled, once again lifting one and pressing it up against Pete's dick. He could_feel_ the gorilla's balls churning away, ready to cum. They were just waiting for_his_payload.

A button fastened and just two more to go. Marvin was thrusting harder, his chest heaving up and down against the immense shirt. It fit snugly around his chest, no threat of breaking but still able to tease at this thick chest hair settling against his pectorals thanks to how thin the fabric was; the perfect tease for anyone.

The second to last button done and his Symbiont and cum slammed into his balls, the orange sized orbs forcing his feet to spread out wide. He tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut and a long cry rising from his throat.

Then his cum and all that pressure was suddenly released in one last explosion.

Marvin Vuuld screamed, pouring everything he had into that orgasm. His cock blasted his seed and Symbiont straight into Peter and at the same time, he rubbed the gorilla's exposed cock with all his might, squeezing the thick meat between his toes and urging the ape to reunite him with Symbiont with little delay.

His wish was granted as the ape's cock shot a moment later, splattering hot seed all over his crotch. Marvin's eyelids fluttered, his cry dropping back to a choking gasp as the warm goo dripped down his legs. The huge, hairy rabbit's paws slipped away from the back of Peter's head and instinctively cupped his balls. The touch of his Symbiont was like ambrosia to his mind and against his fingertips. The nutty brown fabric solidified against his fingertips, the straps snaking around his huge, hairy thighs. The hard cup inbuilt into the garment rested against his palms and his thumbs were the only think keeping the union from completing.

"You want to put that on, son?" rumbled Sinclair into his ear. "Once you do, you'll be part of the Department. Part of our family."

Marvin released the jocktrap, letting it slide against his balls. He gently pulled his dick out from Peter's muzzle, his jockstrap moving of its own accord and his cock sliding back into his sheath to be covered by the protective cup. His paws then moved towards the last button of his shirt which he fastened without delay.

He opened his eyes, looking down at the named jockstrap.

'Vestment'.

He grinned, eyes shining bright red, and turned towards his father.

"We've always been part of the family."

******

Darryl Braid was a man of action. He had become the sheriff of Gauymore, Utah at the young age of 25 and in the twelve years since then, held onto that position exactly because of his approach to his job. He had briefly served in the military after graduating high school and returned to his hometown to bring order to the small town. He didn't take any breaks between study and career because he wanted to keep up the momentum.

He was not going to let himself slow down and that approach was what everyone in town respected about him.

Momentum.

He barged through his office door in the small police building. The thirty-or-so pairs of eyes of the volunteers and survivors who had avoided indoctrination by the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance were gathered around him nervously. Doubt was creeping into their minds.

Now was the time to inject energy into this movement and maintain the momentum.

"You're all scared," he boomed, puffing out his impressive chest.

At six and a half feet tall, Darryl was the biggest man in town. Or at least he_had_ been until the Department moved in. He didn't care what Colton said. The Department was injecting some form of fast-acting steroids into the people of the town and turning all the guys into huge hulks. That was not natural and couldn't be good for their health. Something had to be done and the mob behind him agreed with him. Sure there were only about thirty people but that was_still_a voice in this mess. This country _was_run as a democracy, after all, so if the Department was going to silence them, then they can't claim to represent the government and was some rogue operation.

"Whatever the Department has done to our friends and family, it stop here!" He jabbed a finger into the ground. "We can't let them just walk all over us and do whatever they please! We're going to make stand here! Our wives and daughters have fled. Our brothers and fathers have turned into freaks and are now in that school doing god knows what!" He pointed a finger in the direction of the Department's headquarters. "Tonight, we're ending this! We're saving them! We're saving all of Gauymore!"

A loud cheer rang up from the gathered crowd.

Momentum.

He turned and snatched his sheriff's hat from the stand right next to his office door and jammed it onto his head, hiding his black-hair that was cut down to a crew cut. The lion lifted his head, free of doubt and hesitation. He wasn't confident but he was at least sure about his actions.

"S - Sir?"

The small voice came from meek lynx, Ronald Garcia. The 'squad' had only consisted of about ten people, after all, with only about six of them being actual officers. The others were part of the administration team; taking calls, filing and whatever else. Once every few years, they would go out and look for one recruit to add to their ranks. Gauymore was a small town and rarely ever needed more than six officers at any one time but they had to make sure they got some fresh perspective into the department every now and then to ensure that they didn't stagnate. It was all about momentum, after all.

This year their recruit was Ronald.

What a year to be recruited.

"What is it?" he growled.

The lynx's long ears folded back behind his short, red hair. Darryl was fairly sure the cub had cut his hair short into a crew cut to imitate the sheriff but he had never accused the youngster of that. Even Darryl had his idols when he was growing up.

"Sir," mumbled Ronald, fidgeting with his belt. The uniform he wore was a few sizes too big for him. Since they didn't hire a lot of people, they had a stockpile of uniforms in the back that were unused. Ronald was a little smaller than most of the other officers, only coming up to about 5'5'' - thus his nickname as the 'baby' of the squad. "What if things turn... violent?"

"Good question," Darryl boomed, catching the attention of the other members of the mob. "No matter what,do not resort of violence as your first option. These are our friends and family. Whatever they may have become, they're still part of our town! If you feel threatened, run for it." He lifted his gun, pointing it straight into the air and made a show of switching the safety on. "These are only to be used for self-defence! We are_not_ there to kill anyone."

Mostly because they outnumber us.

This wasn't a suicide mission, after all. This was a power move.

But those words had killed the momentum and people were starting to exchange glances again. He could see the questions swirling around in their minds. Why were they bringing bats and weapons if they weren't going to use them? What was the purpose of this rally?

"Remember, we're here to show them we mean business!" he bellowed. "We live in a democracy. We will show the Department that we_will_ be heard and won't be brushed aside! If they threaten us, we will respond in kind and to hell with the assholes on Capitol Hill who think they know what's best for us!"

The best way to rile up the residents of a dead-end town was to stir up hatred for the politicians who lived miles away. It worked and the crowd was cheering again.

Momentum was reestablished.

Ronald didn't join in the cheers. The cub was the only police officer left in the mob apart from himself. That didn't bode well because just this morning, all six officers had been in attendance when Darryl told them to start going door to door and recruit people to their cause. None of them except for Ronald returned.

He clapped the young lynx on the shoulder, bright green eyes lifted to him for hope. "I promise you, kid. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you."

The feline's spirits lifted and he nodded firmly.

Together with his mob, they poured into the parked vehicles just behind the building. Then, as one, they drove towards the high school. It wasn't hard to spot the party as huge spotlights were cutting through the night sky. Even the rowdiest of parties didn't have something so garish. When they approached the open gates of the high school, no one was there to stop them. Other cars were already parked in the lot but they didn't bother finding spaces. They just drove all the way up to the steps and started getting out.

This was it.

Gauymore's final stand, Darryl Braid thought grimly. If Martinez won't do anything, I will just have to.

He emerged from his police cruiser, something he had kept clean and pristine over all his years as sheriff because he took pride in his job. Around him, about twenty other cars parked in the lot of the old, abandoned high school that had now been turned into the headquarters for the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance. Other cars were already parked in the area and it gave him a sickening feeling that he could recognise all of them.

They were from the residents of Gauymore who hadn't left and were now in the thrall of the Department.

The very same Department that was throwing some sort of 'welcome party' to buy over the remaining residents. It was a very clear attempt to cozy over to the rest of the town but Braid was_not_ going to stand for it. Gauymore was a small, wholesome town. It didn't need to get swept up in the grandiose plots of the government that had long forgotten them except when elections came up.

No.

"Time to kick out the Department," he growled.

From the cars that had accompanied him, other men from the town emerged. He had insisted no one brandish any weapons but his mob took that to say don't wield any knives or guns. Bats and pipes were another thing. Violence was the last thing he wanted but he needed to make it known that not everyone in Gauymore was welcoming the Department and if he could crash this party to argue his case, maybe more would see his way of thinking.

This was not over.

He marched up the steps of the high school. The lights flashing from the various police cars in his mob surely would've caught the attention of the party goers. There was a lot of noise rising from within the walls. If anything, he could write them up for public disturbance and noise complaints.

Right beside him was a skinny lynx.

He clapped the lynx's scrawny shoulders. The young feline swallowed hard and puffed out his chest, trying to look big next to the towering lion. Smiling inwardly with price, Darryl turned back towards the huge double doors in front of him and adjusted his sun-hat emblazoned with the badge of his office. His short-cropped, almost militaristic black hair was nearly invisible beneath the hat.

Lifting a fist, he braced himself for his fight against the government...

... then the door sprung open and his jaw hit the floor.

What the fuck!?

Before him stood none other than Mayor Colton Martinez but he was_not_ the same bull that the lion had shouted at just yesterday.

This bull was over seven and a half feet tall - more with the length of his horns - and brimming with lean muscle. He looked like a basketball player mixed with a male model; strong functional muscles with a proportional physique that would compliment and highlight any clothing he wore. Speaking of which, the only thing he_did_ wear was a very revealing black, mesh jockstrap with the name 'Marty' written across the elastic. Thankfully, the Mayor's cock was no erect even though his sheath was clearly visible.

"C - C - Colton!?" he stammered in surprise, losing his composure.

He had been the biggest guy in town... and seeing Colton like this shook him to his core.

Colton beamed at him brightly. "Hey there, Darryl! Better late than never! Come on in and join the party!" He stepped aside, offering them entrance into the school.

Darryl shook his head in shock. "W - What happened to you!?"

The big bull grinned at him.

"What do you think?"

Darryl was already reaching for his gun. "This isn't right, Colton! Whatever the Department did to you, it's wrong!"

"Awww, don't blame the Department for this." He flexed his right arm. "We wanted this. Trust us. They aren't so bad." He opened the door wide, spreading his arms as if welcoming the entire mob into the party.

"Come on in, boys! The Department is hiring!"

The noise, colours and smells of the party hit them all hard and Darryl was taken aback by the sights before him. Loud music was playing from a stage at the far end of the gymnasium. A stage had been erected with the colours of the American flag flying behind it. A band was playing away with the feline doing the vocals and keyboard being someone he recognised.

"Is... Is that Arlan?" Ronald stammered, pointing at his former classmate.

Darryl growled and the cub immediately lowered his paw. His dark eyes switched back towards Colton who was smiling at him wanly, almost patronisingly. "This is_wrong,_ Colton!"

"Do you even know what 'this' is?"countered the mayor.

Well...

Seeing his hesitation, Colton waved towards the party. "Why don't you come in and actually mingle? You might discover something about how the Department works and something about yourselves too."

Darryl had been around long enough to know that this was a trick and took a step back, pressing a paw against Ronald's chest and pulling him away from the mayor. "No! Don't listen to him! It's a trick!"

But where he could have stopped Ronald from entering, there was no stopping the rest of his mob from being pulled into the party by the siren song of flashing lights, masculine bodies and the aroma of food that brought to mind a Fourth of July Barbecue. The hostility that was in the air just faded and was replaced by curiosity.

Darryl lost all his momentum. He had made the mistake of questioning his opponent and gone on the defensive.

"No!" he bellowed. "Don't go in!"

Another mistake and now is mob was dispersing into the horde of massive, barely clothed bodies. He watched as Randall Opin, a black Labrador with a bit of a eating problem gravitated towards the buffet table where he was greeted by two, huge, males who were quickly stacking burgers onto a plate for him. Sean Fisher, a punk, non-conformist kid who had joined just to protest against the government movement was dragged to the dance floor by some tall, lean guys that had the same build as Colton. Lawrence LeCroix, a stag who ran deliveries from the farms to the neighbouring towns gravitated to where a bunch of other cervines were chugging beers and was quickly offered one with a friendly smile.

Colton's hand on his shoulder jarred him back from his shock but he was quickly stunned again by the fact that he was now looking_up_to the mayor.

"You're fighting the Department because of rumours and conjecture," said the bull. "You don't know what we're doing here. Why don't you come with me and I'll show you?"

Darryl's paws tightened into fists, his claws slipping out of his fingertips. Something he learned from the military was_never_to jump the gun. Assess the situation and only act when you were completely sure about what was going on. It was time to gather more information. "Fine," he spat. "But Ronald is coming with us."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Colton flicked an ear behind him. "Come on, let's go somewhere more private."

Sill with his paw around Ronald's shoulder, Darryl followed Colton to the corner of the gymnasium up what appeared to be a flight of stairs leading to one of those commentator boxes that overlooked the structure. Though the gym was crowded, it was impossible that five hundred people could fit in it and from what he could tell, some of the party goers were actually retreating to other parts of the high school. Darryl was on edge. They could be setting up an ambush and he was walking straight into it.

Be patient... then strike.

The commentator's box was empty save for them and it gave them a clear view of the party below.

"Alright," he growled, shutting the door behind Ronald. "Talk. What the fuck is the Department doing?"

Colton turned to him, arms crossed and a benevolent smile on his features. "A couple of things really." He lifted a hand, flicking up fingers casually. "Turning us gay. Giving us godly bodies. Transforming us into balls of unbridled energy. Building Gauymore into an industrial powerhouse. Oh and bonding us with semi-intelligent symbiotic creatures that's at the centre of all this. Can't forget that."

Ronald shook his head in confusion. "What!?"

Darryl would have shouted the same thing and he was grateful that Ronald had said it instead. This allowed him to keep his composure even if his mind was racing.

The mayor gestured at the mesh jockstrap he was wearing that barely hit his enormous sheath and balls. "Marty here is our Symbiont. He bonded with us, giving me this amazing body..." Colton ran his hands over his lean, chiselled abdominals that could cut diamond. "... and made prefer men. All to keep us from fucking women and pumping out kids."

"Is this some sort of bizarre form of sterilisation!?" blurted Ronald. "Instead of castrating us, they'll turn us into faggots!?"

"Don't use that word," grumbled Darryl. He mentally kicked himself for chastising the cub for something Colton has berated him for earlier. Even if it was for the slightest reason, he wanted to keep himself from associating with the bull.

Colton briefly flashed Darryl a smile before turning his gaze towards Ronald. "You're still young and haven't been burdened with kids yet, Ronald. You haven't been around long enough to understand that Gauymore is basically a dead-end town. No one comes here willingly. Those that do, get stuck here and they either do one of two things." The bovine mayor held up two hands. "Nothing or fuck. Fucking leads to kids." The bull began pacing, turning his gaze towards the party below. "Took me a while to realise it myself but eventually, everyone in this town will have kids. Whether it's accidental or intentional, they will just grow bored one day and either decide that it's time to 'leave a legacy' or one mistake will lead to someone being impregnated. Then_boom_."

"So the Department is turning everyone gay to keep them from pumping out kids?" Darryl concluded. "Why? The choice to have children is protected by the Constitution."

"And we're not stopping anyone from that choice." Colton turned back to them, leaning against the table with a smile. "If you feel strongly about the Department's goals and vision, you're free to leave. We inject you with a serum that makes you forget everything about us, you're given a very healthy stipend and you're shipped off to Nicowick or somewhere else. You just can't live in Gauymore."

So you're still silencing us. This isn't a fucking democracy.

"You haven't answered my question," he snarled. "Why?"

"Goes back to what the Department wants," Colton said. "Previous administrations have always been reactive towards problems. Debt getting to high? Congress argues about that shit up until the last moment. A terrorist act shakes the very foundations of our country and only_then_ does conversation start about sanctions or military action. The Department and this administration is taking a proactive approach to a problem that will eventually plague us all: overpopulation."

Now he understood. Turn people gay, keep them from pumping out kids and avoid overpopulation. Sinister but likely very effective.

"The women..." he began.

"Are under the employ of the Department's counterpart, the Office of Virtuous Unity and Maintenance."

So it wasn't just the men but the women too. This was not just some rogue operation calling themselves representatives of the government. It really_was_ the government conspiring to sterilise the population by controlling their minds and turning them into homosexuals.

"How can anyone be okay with this!?" demanded Ronald. "Why would anyone choose this life?" He gestured angrily towards Colton. "So you got huge and... I guess sexy but what's the trade-off? The government is controlling your mind!"

Darryl regarded Ronald worriedly at the use of the word 'sexy'.

"You haven't heard the rest of the deal," replied the lean bull with a smirk. "And it isn't just about all the sex we get to have. The Department is turning us all only physical labour specialists. We're called 'Jocks' because our Symbiont and new bodies gives us incredible amounts of energy. We literally can't sit still for too long because we just need to keep active. The reason why we fuck so much is because of this need to keep active. Apart from that, though, the Department is creating jobs in Gauymore. They've analysed everyone's strengths and preferences and are giving them all high-quality jobs that pay really well. Gauymore will become more than just the town it currently is."

Before either Darryl or Ronald could protest, Colton held up a hand and stepped aside, revealing the party below and the stage in particular. "Don't believe me? Then listen up. The presentation is about to start."

The music from the band died down and the performers were helped off the stage by some burly stage hands. Ronald's eyes were fixated on the black panther on stage, Arlan, who still appeared somewhat normal and was happily tagging behind one of the black-clad stagehands. The American flag was monetarily blocked by a screen descending down from above the stage. A minute later, a video was displayed.

It was the President of the United States.

There was a fanfare of patriotic music and Darryl, who had military experience, instinctively clicked his heels together at attention. He somehow managed to keep himself from saluting.

"Gentlemen," greeted the President, smiling at them proudly. "I wanted to thank you personally for your service to your country. I know some of you still have questions and perhaps some degree of hesitation but let me assure you that everything that has happened to your town has been determined to be good for these United States."

"It's a generic message," snarled Ronald, paws tightened into fists. "He can't even identify what 'town' he's talking about! It's propaganda bullshit and I bet it's a stunt or staged!"

Good point. It could be fake.

But something told Darryl that it wasn't... something warned him that his momentum was lost and now he was careening backwards.

"The Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance was formed over three decades ago in secret," continued the 'President'. "Back then, it was devoted entirely to the study of how we can make every part of this country work for us, to benefit not only the administration but every American. Towns like yours have been isolated for so long that Senators and Representatives barely even recall them anymore. They lie forgotten and dying. But each and every one of you is important. You are American and that means that you each bring experience, culture and your own personality into the equation. It would be a waste to let any of that disappear into the annals of history.

"Thus, in conjunction with what was initially a supersoldier project, gave us The Perfect Pair Symbiont and kicked off The Perfect Pair Project. You can rest assured that this has all been heavily researched in the past thirty years and your health and safety is guaranteed. I personally made sure during my tenure as Senator that this project's priority was on the people and not the output the symbiosis would produce. For this is ultimately what the Project is about; the symbiosis of each individual American to the country as a whole."

Darryl caught movement from the corner of his eye. Colton wasn't paying that much attention to the presentation. The bull had seized a bar that had been embedded into the ceiling and was now doing a series of rather impressive pull-ups complete with curling his legs to flex his abdominals. He immediately turned his head away from the sight, dismissing it as what Colton had admitted to be a side-effect of the Symbiont. He sequestered the image int he back of his head where it left a faint, buzzing sensation.

"I have personally studied the history of Gauymore, Utah," the President continued."You have a rich, diverse background that has endured drought, sweltering heat and neglect from your elected officials. No more. Gauymore, like many of the other locations that the Project is being deployed to will be a new jewel on the face of this great country. Whether it be from_Pop's Sausages _or Aaron's Antiques, you will be known and remembered not only across this country but all over the world."

Ronald's eyes widened. The President acknowledge Gauymore.

This wasn't just a recording. This was tailored for them... for Gauymore.

"For those of you who still harbour doubts, let me assure you that this is not a sacrifice for your country. This is a choice that you must make. Progress and the future of our country depends on the success of The Perfect Pair Project. Whether you choose to participate or not is entirely up to you. We cannot stop you nor do we want to but this is an opportunity that you will never get again, not in your lifetime. Each of you will make this project a success so please, not only from the projects heads but for me, your President, make the right choice for yourself.

"Once again, from everyone here in Washington and the country, thank you."

The presentation ended and a loud cheer erupted from the floor. Music started again but it was different from before. It was sensual with a deep base, slow but quickly building. Any pretences left were quickly dismissed when the curtains behind the flag peeled open and a huge black panther stumbled out, ducking beneath the flag and flexing his enormous biceps with a grin.

"I'm fucking growing!" shouted the feline.

"Arlan!" Ronald cried and he immediately bolted for the stairs.

Darryl turned to try and catch him but the lynx's lithe and nimble frame was too slipper for him. "Ronald! Wait!" he roared.

Colton's hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "Let him go, Darryl. He's made his choice."

"What choice is that?" barked the lion, pulling his wrist away from the bull. "He's concerned over his friend! He's trying to save him!"

Colton lifted an eyebrow and pointed back out towards the gym. "Really?"

Darryl dared to peer where the mayor was pointing only to have his heart sink down to his feet. The huge crowd of muscled men had lifted Ronald up on their shoulders, carrying him on his back while the young police officer was convulsing and twitching, his form quickly filling out the uniform with renewed muscles. They carried him easily towards the stage where he immediately scrambled towards Arlan. The panther leaned down towards Ronald's crotch. Though it was not visible, he could only guess that the recruit had orgasmed as he threw his head back and let out a titanic roar. The crowd joined his cry.

The debauchery started.

Darryl stared in horror as men collided with other men, muzzles meshing, tongues dancing and cocks out as an all-town orgy began.

"No..." he gasped, stepping back in terror. "This... This isn't right! This... this is wrong!"

He turned around only to slam into Colton. Though being wider and more muscular than the mayor, he didn't knock over the bull. Instead, he found his fully erect cock in the mayor's big hand. He hadn't even realised he was fully hard and even denied it up to the point when Colton undid his fly and let the seven inch feline meat out.

"Come on, Darryl," cooed Colton, leaning in close so that their lips were just inches from one another. "Do it for your country."

Darryl let out growl.

Fuck no!

His lips smashed into Colton's, his tongue darting into the warm muzzle much to his horror. He pulled away, trying to give voice to his thoughts.

"Fuck yes!"

That's not -

A blast of pleasure suddenly erupted from his dick he grimaced as his hot seed shot from his balls and splattered right into Colton's hands. The lion's body shook, his mind going fuzzy while his eyelid fluttered. The cock in the mayor's hands filled out that massive grip as his seed splattered on the bull's hands and forearms.

No! I've got to stop!

Through sheer force of will, Darryl wrenched himself from Colton's grip and bolted towards the door. He didn't see as the mayor smirked and lapped up the cum that had coated his arm even as some of that cum began gravitating towards his mesh jockstrap.

Darryl staggered down the steps, barely able to walk as his inflated balls impeded every step. His cock was still rock hard and slapping hard against his abdomen, soaking precum into his shirt. It was bigger than before, that much he was sure. All part of the Department's tricks. They were trying to seduce him by appealing to every man's dream: a bigger dick.

But he wasn't just any other man.

I'm Darryl Braid!

With that sense of resolution, he burst out onto the dance floor. The wall of bodies in front of him was nearly impassible with each of the muscled frames almost indiscernible. He grunted as a blast of cum flew past him, striking the wall. Fangs bared, he hugged the wall and charged for the stage. The roars, howls and screams of orgasm was nearly deafening, forming resounding overtones that nearly drowned out the steady throbbing of the actual music. He barely made it halfway to the stage when another roar erupted from the two felines on stage.

His heart sank further as Ronald burst out of his uniform, shredding it with his own claws and bulging muscles.

"No..." he breathed.

Arlan, the panther, offered his ass to Ronald and the two fell upon the stage, fucking right in front of the American flag.

No... this can't be. This can't be what the President wanted!

Ronald was beyond saving but he could still make his escape.

He found the nearest exit and charged through.

The scent of cum and man almost made him stagger back into the gym. Before him was the mostly empty indoor pool. His earlier suspicions that the entire town couldn't fit in the gym had been right as about twenty guys were gathered around the edge of the pool, enormous cocks out and angled towards the empty basin. He gawked as each of them stroked their massive tools, pleasing one another with licks, kisses and fondling before sending their cum shooting right into the pool. Loud splashes met his ears and he dared to crane his neck. His jaw dropped open at the lake of cum that had filled up about half of the depression.

"We see you found our 'Fill the Pool Challenge'."

Darryl didn't have the time to turn around as Colton's hand snaked around his waist and seized his still rigid cock. He groaned, leaning instinctively back against the taller bull. The contact caused his flesh to prickle, a tingling sensation rushing over his whole body and setting it afire. On one level it made him want to push the bull into the ocean of cum but on the other, he wanted to rub all over the bovine Adonis and get his tongue lost in the valley of those pectorals.

"H - How...?" he stammered. "I... I'm not..."

Colton's tongue danced across his neck. "It's called the Zero-Protocol. See, we Jocks spread our gift through muscle worship. We start flexing for you and you'll get a Symbiont. We start worshipping each other in front of you, you'll get a Symbiont. You start worshipping us or we worship you and you bet your sweet ass you'll get a Symbiont." For emphasis, he gave Darryl's bubble butt a squeeze, making the lion moan. "We usually restrict ourselves to moving in groups of two to avoid attention but also because if more than two of us start flexing, the change happens a_lot_ faster."

"W - what...?" Darryl moaned. He could_feel_ his cock stretching and growing. Colton was stroking his meat and each lap was growing longer and longer. He could see his cock rising up to kiss his pectorals, an impossible length that was well past a foot long!

"We still give everyone a choice, Darryl," rumbled Colton. "You get big, you get strong and then you fuck one of us. The moment you cum out that last bit into us, you're free of your Symbiont. That buzz you're feeling? These urges? It'll be gone and you'll be able to think straight again." The bull snickered. "Well... 'straight' might not be the right word."

He moaned rolled his neck away from the bull partially because he wanted to get away from that terrible pun but also because he wanted Colton to lick his neck more. The mayor happily obliged, running his tongue up to Darryl's ear and nibbling on fuzzy, rounded edge.

"So what do you say?" rumbled Colton softly. "Can we suck your cock?"

He immediately turned to face Colton, grabbing the bull by the horns and forcing that muzzle down onto his cock. A ferocious roar erupted from his lips as his hot seed went pouring out of his cock once more. Colton eagerly slurped up every drop of cum and the sensation of that tongue running up and down his dick, sucking the cum out of it... it blew his mind; like the mayor was sucking out the last bits of doubt and hesitation in his mind and leaving only the warm, buzzing sensation.

No! This... this is...

A roar erupted from the other side of the pool and he recognised the huge panther with the equine-shaped cock as one of his officers; Gage. There was no missing that unique piece of anatomy and Darryl couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to have that flared dick in his ass.

What!? No! I'm not gay!

With a cry, he thrust his hips one last time into Colton's muzzle before wrenching himself away through sheer force of will. He staggered back, the haze of afterglow and buzz of his Symbiont sending meshing in a dizzying hurricane of conflicting emotions and desires. In his confusion, he reached the edge of the pool and toppled backwards.

"Darryl!" cried Colton, reaching for him. The bull was fast, his fingers grasping the lion's collar.

Hell no!

Darryl smacked the bull's hand away, unwilling to fall into the same clique as the mayor who had brought this plague upon his town. Only when gravity seized his muscled frame and pulled him down into the the pool did he remember exactly what he would fall into.

Sploosh!

The warm cum caught his fall and must have plunged at least three feet into the partially filled pool before he pushed himself back up to the surface, gasping. Some of that seed seeped into his muzzle, the salty, silky liquid funnelling down his throat and causing his dick to burst up higher, it's length reaching past his pectorals and its width splitting his pants and briefs easily from the front. His moment of 'fresh' air was broken when a torrent of cum splattered onto his face, the jet shooting down his throat. It was a whole two seconds before he caught himself happily lapping up the seed, catching it and swallowing.

"Fuck!" he cried.

"Aw, come on chief!" Gage shouted from the pool's edge. "We don't taste that bad, do we?"

The scratching in the back of his head was so intense that he could barely think. Darryl gripped his temples, claws digging into his skull as he fought for his own sanity. With a cry, he paddled towards the edge of the pool, wrenching himself from the sticky waters and staggering away as far as he could even with his clothes soaked and weighing him down. His will and resolve fading, Darryl Braid fell on his back, gasping for breath while his hips were inadvertently bucking, his massive dick brushing up against his chin.

The familiar face of Colton Martinez appeared over him, the bull smiling wanly but with his eyes burning a bright red against a field of black.

"Come on, Darryl. You know you have to do this."

"N - N - No..." he whimpered, shutting his own eyes. "I... I... I can't!"

"You have to. You need to fuck us, Darryl. Fuck us, pump out your Symbiont and make your decision with a straight head."

Darryl sensed movement above him. He cracked his eyes open just a little bit. Above him, Colton was exposing his muscled rear, pulling his cheeks open to reveal the bright pink pucker; taunting and welcoming him at the same time.

"I... I... I..." He gnashed his fangs together, gripping his cock with both paws.

"Darryl," Colton said seductively. "Come on. Didn't you always want to fuck us? hHow us who was really in charge?"

"N... No!" he cried. "I... I... I can't! I can't... I can't cum!" He squeezed his eyes shut. "I have... I have to..."

Then, with a titanic roar, Darryl Braid seized his huge, long dick and bent his legs, crunching his lower abdomen and clamping his jaws around his own cock. The move shocked Colton. The bull and mayor of Gauymore staggered away as the lion's whole body convulsed.

... and Darryl Braid came.

******

It had been four years since the Department had first come to Gauymore, Utah.

In that time, the small, sleepy, dead-end town had undertaken many changes, having_evolved_ so to speak. Apart from having vanished from the map and being only heard in whispers, the town had ballooned into a full-blown city of 20 thousand inhabitants. A stark contrast from the days when it had merely been a footnote in American history of five hundred people. Now, as Liam Stockton roused from the extra-large king-sized bed, he was greeted by the sight of the towering glass and steel structures that dominated the cityscape of Gauymore. The tallest of these was, of course, the Department headquarters which had been built around the old high school. He remembered how the architects had thought long and hard on how to preserve the Department's humble beginning and decided to build_around_ the high school, integrating the old structure into the atrium of the skyscrape.

The towering, lean, muscled wolf with coppery-red fur stretched, flexing his toes. His movement stirred the hulk of a wolf whose thick arms were wrapped tightly around him. Cameron Stockton nuzzled his son's neck for a moment before rolling over away from Liam and returning to sleep, his snores once more filing the large bedroom with lots of natural light. He pulled himself away from the sticky sheets, smelling of cum and sex. A quick check at the clock revealed that he had been asleep for a good six hours. Not bad considering that he had been spit-roasted by his dad and his dad's husband. These days, the only time he'd get a good nine hours of sleep was if he had three guys to fuck around with. Pity his Uncle Eli hadn't been over last night but his hairy beast of an uncle worked late at the machine shop and had his own home there just for the occasion.

There was still time before he needed to go to work and he didn't want to wake his dad just yet.

Liam pulled himself from the bed, surprisingly silent despite his bulk and managed to creep out of the wide bedroom. As soon as he passed through the soundproof doors, his keen ears picked up the clattering from the kitchen. The scent of waffles, bacon and eggs made his muzzle water and he followed it down the hallway. The lean figure of Colton 'Marty' Martinez was dancing across the kitchen to the sound of the latest pop sensation, his whip-like tail swaying back and forth while his mesh jockstrap and partner hugged his bubble butt.

Liam licked his lips and, upon reading his mind, Levee - his own black jockstrap - liquefied and pushed into his ass. The sensation of having that warm, familiar liquid push into his hole immediately caused his sixteen-inch canine cock to spring to attention. He didn't waste a second and advanced upon Colton, shoving his member into the ass like it had done so many times before over the years. Though his 'other father' was taller than him, Liam was bigger in terms of muscle mass and easily pinned the bull across the kitchen counter. No words needed to be spoken as their lips met in a tender embrace and he proceeded to fuck the bull, one arm wrapped around Colton's chest and the other holding onto those horns.

He was sure not to tie with Colton. They both had their jobs to do after all and a good five minutes later, they were both shooting their load all over the counter. The force of the last blast was enough to push him out of the bovine, some of his cum splattering across the bull's ass and dripping down towards their bare feet.

"Good morning to you too, kiddo," Colton greeted with a smirk. "Breakfast is ready."

Liam smirked at his dad's husband and leaned in, kissing the bull's neck. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

The mayor of Gauymore rolled his eyes and snatched a glass from the table. "You need your milk." With one grunt, Colton squeezed out one last load into the glass and offered it to Liam. The wolf set it down next to his eggs, waffles and bacon and began to eat. He had some_real_milk to go with his breakfast while he downed the cum in between gulps. Sexy as it was, he needed_real_ protein to fuel his enormous muscles.

"Need a ride to work today?" Colton asked, setting down breakfast for himself and Cameron.

Liam waved a paw absently. "Naw. We got the squad car from Ronald. Besides, the chief has us out on the outskirts today. Got to get there early."

Colton bobbed his head from side to side. "Fair enough."

"What about you?"

The bull grinned brightly. "Got a new guy coming in from Nicowick. Just turned twenty-three and decided he wants to go into engineering."

"Good candidate for the Department?"

"He asked for it."

Liam beamed brightly and winked at his stepfather. "No better guy to bring him into the Department than our illustrious mayor."

"Damn right!"

Of course there_was_ more to it than just Colton being the face of Gauymore and the guy responsible for bringing new initiates into the Department. Given what had happened with Darryl Braid, Colton found himself in the unique situation of having begun the integration of a candidate who had refused to fuck him and thus produce a Symbiont. That would have been terrible for his position as the bull would not be able to go through the process of integrating anyone else since he was 'locked' to Darryl. Thankfully, the Department had plans just for this situation.

Liam's eyes went over to the photograph of his dad and a smaller, shrunken Colton, both in beautiful, tailor-made tuxedos from the Vuuld family, smiling at the camera at their wedding.

Unlike the rest of the Gauymore, Colton had gone through the integration process_twice_. The OVUM scientists had injected him with a serum that had broken his bond with his Symbiont, Marty. Since Marty was able to exist independent of Colton, he wasn't at any risk even though Colton's form had shrunk back to what it had been before his blissful union. With his mind clear, Colton didn't even hesitate to join the Department again. Only he delayed it several month... so that he could have that blissful union with Cameron after their wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony and the two had consummated their marriage by once again bringing Colton into the Department's fold and reuniting him with Marty. Colton had never looked back and Liam was more than happy to show his affection for his new stepfather.

After finishing his meal, Liam tapped the table and jumped to his feet. "Alright. We're gonna get dressed then head to work." He made a finger-gun at Colton and fired it. "Stay safe out there!"

"You know we will!" laughed the bull.

Liam went to his bedroom which was just about as large as the master bedroom simply because it needed to be to fit the enormous men that often stayed over and painted the walls white with their seed. Like the master bedroom, the entire south wall was completely made of glass, giving him a clear view of the city skyline. Smiling, he rummaged through his walk-in closet and retrieved the sky blue uniform of one of Gauymore's police officers. He grabbed the ensemble, laid it out on his bed and then crossed the hallway into the bathroom.

The showers were gym style specifically because it could fit more people. The water was running for about a whole minute and he was already in the middle of shampooing his hair when the hot, fat dick of his father slid into his ass, making him moan. His dad's strong body pushed him against the tiled wall, those fangs sinking affectionately into his shoulder. It only took a few good thrusts before both men were spewing seed that flooded down into the drain. Cameron licked his shoulder before pulled his pup's lips into his own, holding it for a tender minute.

"You're heading to work early," Cameron rumbled before diving back into the kiss.

"Chief has us out on the edge of town," Liam breathed. "Gotta get to the office quick and pick up Ronald."

His dad rumbled a response before switching off the water. A loud slap to the ass made Liam yelp.

"Then you better get going, pup. We'll fuck you again later."

"Doesn't take much for the DA to call a lowly cop like us into his office," Liam winked at his dad and stepped out of the shower. "If we catch any newcomers, we might bring them over."

With that, Liam dried off and got dressed. He gave Colton one last kiss on his way out before jumping into his police cruiser. The suburbs of Gauymore had transformed from the barren, desert-like plains into vast, green avenues filled with modern housing. With a booming population of horny men, the architecture uniquely had a lot of floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed anyone to peer in to the homes. There was no real need for privacy as most of the time, everyone had their dick in their neighbours at least_once_ a week. More often than not, these 'exposed' rooms were the home gyms just a way to entice onlookers to venture into their neighbour's home and give them a workout of their own.

As Liam was driving the towards the city, his phone rang. With a push of a button, he diverted the phone into the speakers of his car.

"Hey partner," Ronald Garcia exclaimed. "You heading to pick us up?"

"You know it," Liam said cheerfully.

"Head over to your uncle's garage. We stayed the night."

Rolling his eyes, Liam performed a U-turn as he was forced to head in the opposite direction. "Fine. But be sure to clean up before we head over to the office. Don't want to stink of sex if we pull anyone over."

"Yeah, yeah. We know. We'll fuck your uncle and Pete first then take a shower."

"Dude..."

"Then we'll get some coffee afterwards! We swear, we won't be knocked out!"

Liam shook his head, finger hovering over the 'end' button. "Fine. We'll be there in ten minutes."

"Make it twenty."

He groaned but couldn't help but grin._"Alright._We'll take the scenic route."

The call ended and Liam decided to take a detour through the streets of suburban Gauymore. It was impossible_not_ to start getting arouse as the city woke up. Already, couples were fucking in their bedrooms while some were out on their lawns doing gardening work in nothing but their jockstraps. Liam had to resist the urge not to whip out his dick and paint his windshield with his cum. That would take_hours_ to clean up and he wouldn't want any perps he captured to ask him about that... again.

He arrived twenty-three minutes later at the_Stockton Garage_and he saw why Ronald had decided to stay the night. The sign from yesterday's 'Jock Car Wash' was still up. That would've been impossible to resist and Liam found himself a little jealous that he hadn't attended. Though the threesome with his dad and stepfather was equally as good. He honked the horn twice, announcing his arrival.

Ronald Garcia rushed out of the garage, just slipping on his shirt and fur still soaked from his shower. His Symbiont, 'Randy' was already working to dry his fur and by the time he had gotten into the car, every strand looked like it was perfectly brushed and he had stepped right out of a police calendar - which the Department distributed every year. Liam was Mr. June.

"So how many times did you fuck our uncle?" he accused.

"Just twice," Ronald replied. When Liam gave him a cocked eyebrow, the lynx just grinned bashfully. "This morning. Twice this morning. We lost count yesterday."

Shaking his head and grinning, Liam drove the cruised into the city itself. It only took ten minutes for their Jock nature to start kicking in so, as was their morning ritual, Liam parked the car while Ronald went down on him. Once he came, he returned the favour, gobbling up the lynx's dick until he had sucked it dry. That bought them an hour or so; only twenty minutes of which they needed to get back to the precinct. Since they were on the early shift, one would expect the bullpen to be empty but this was a city of Jocks and everyone was constantly working; they just had to.

He knocked on the Chief of Police's door and entered just in time to see Yan Zhang cum, the jet of seed powerful enough to strike the ceiling. There was a wet slap from the dick buried into the red panda and a short gasp from the cock's owner.

"We'll be with you in a second boys," Lou Zhang huffed.

"Don't worry about it chief," answered Liam, padding forward and sorting through some of the files on the chief's desk. "Just grabbing some paperwork before heading out to our assignment."

"Good idea. Make sure to send that file on the reporter that tried to sneak in here to Mayor Martinez. Your stepfather would probably like to talk to him."

"We'll bet," snickered Liam. "Have a good day, chief."

He turned, Ronald right by his side, and headed back to their cruiser; only stopping to give a brief hand job to one of the other uniformed officers and inviting the guy over to his place. Then they were on the road and driving to the outskirts of town. It was a whole forty minutes so by the time they had arrived and parked themselves behind one of the large billboards, standing out in the middle of the desert, they needed to fuck.

Unfortunately, they couldn't get get to completion as a big, black motorcycle roared past their cruiser at high speeds.

"We got a live one!" barked Ronald, shoving his dick back into his pants. "Punch it!"

Liam hit the siren and, his eyes flashing red briefly, gunned the engine right after the large, road hog. And a 'hog' he was. The biker pulled over, revealing himself to be a rather large, heavy-set boar. Liam licked his lips as he rose from his seat and approached the motorcycle. The boar's eyes boggled as he saw the huge wolf approaching him.

"Sir, do you know how fast you were going?" he growled in his most, threatening voice.

"Seriously?" protested the leather-clad biker. "Why do you even care? We're out in the middle of nowhere! There isn't a town around for miles."

Liam smirked.

"Well, you might just be surprised." He leaned forward, flashing his fangs. "Let us tell you about a little place called Gauymore, Utah."

******

For about one month in the year, Sohomo, Florida was one of the most active places in the entire continental United States. Spring Break was the one time of the year when the little beach town got most of its revenue and most of its people. Of course the residents would then spend the next few weeks afterwards repairing damage and cleaning up their little town but after that, it might as well be a ghost town.

So it was a surprise for Keith Day when a big, red convertible pulled over in front of his little gas station. The sun was basically blocked out by the huge form of the lion that stepped in through the automatic doors in nothing but a singlet with its straps disappearing into the curves of his shoulders and a pair of black and red shorts that hugged his thighs so tightly that they looked about ready to snap at any moment.

The mouse squeaked softly to himself and straightened, grateful for the bulletproof glass because this feline lion with the long, black dreadlocks looked absolutely_huge_; taller than six feet to be sure!

"Uh... can I help you sir?" he stammered.

The lion pulled down his silvery sunglasses. Keith thought he saw a flash of red in those irises but he dismissed it as his imagination. "Yeah. We're looking for this address." He held up his phone; a new fancy model Keith wasn't even aware of. "Been driving around all over the place but just can't find it!"

The mouse let out a soft 'oh' of acknowledgement and nodded. "You're looking for the warehouse by the docks. After the hurricane a few years ago, the underlying structure collapsed and no one has ever figured to fix it." Keith shook his head miserably. "The people who come here for Spring Break used to try and sneak up there but it was way too dangerous so they blocked off the roads to keep people from going there."

"Ah," the lion rumbled. "Makes sense. Can you still show us where it is?"

"Sure." Keith pointed to a part of the map. "See here? That's the main boulevard that goes down the beach. If you just head northeast of it, you'll see the warehouse in the distance. You might have to go at it from foot but be warned, it's dangerous. You might be better off going for a swim instead Mr...?"

The lion beamed, showing his pearly white teeth. "Braid. Darryl Braid. And thanks for the warning, kid."

Braid turned, waving a paw absently over his shoulder.

"Sir, you sure you wouldn't want to go swimming instead?" bellowed Keith worriedly. He didn't want the death of an obvious out-of-towner on his conscience. "We've got plenty of swimming gear here for cheap if that's stopping you!"

Braid paused for a moment... then he turned, his thumbs hooking the rims of his shorts. Keith's cheeks went red as the lion pulled down his shorts ever so slightly to reveal what appeared to be a pair of tight-fitting red speedos.

"Trust us, kid, we're well equipped."

With those words, the hulking lion turned and hopped back into his car.

Keith tilted his head to the side, the words emblazoned in white against that red fabric burned into his memory.

"'Chief', huh?"