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Sun Exposure

by Lurker16

"Snow cone?" Kitch smiled at the two passer-bys, pointing to the sign beside his cart. "Trust me, when you're as hot as this there's SNOW other option." He laughed and rubbed the back of his head, tilting down his sunglasses to give them a wink.

They wandered closer: one, a burly-looking guy with short brown hair, three-quarter length shorts and a six pack that wept sweat; the other, a slender male with fair skin, longer blonde hair, and shortness enough to hide in the other guy's shadow. They looked at each other, hands swinging together in the breeze-less air.

"What do you think?" said the tall guy. He looked down at his partner and squeezed his hand.

"Hm... maybe. Are you treating me?" The blonde man looked up at him with a playful smile.

The tall guy chuckled. His voice was baritone, made even huskier by dehydration. He swatted the blonde man's hip. "You're going the right way for a spanking at this rate. I think I might melt if I don't get something though."

"You know, I am really thirsty," said the blonde man. He shot the tall guy a look. A twitch of the eye. An arch of a brow.

It was imperceivable to the rest of the tourists walking the promenade, but Kitch recognised it. He grinned. It was the look of his first "true" customers all day.

"Well there's no cooler snack than a snow cone," Kitch encouraged, pointing again to the graphic beside his stall. He readied two cone-tainers and placed them in a holder. "Which flavours would you gentlemen like?"

The couple considered the bright red and blue writing on the graphic, looking at the special offer and nodding to one another. "I'll have the Rocket-Red Raspberry," said the tall guy.

"And I'll have a Bottomless Blueberry."

"Thank you very much!" Kitch said. He grabbed the holder and angled each cone below their respective colour. With a swirl and a swoosh, two snow cones gleamed atop the counter. He raised a pair of bottles from out of sight, one dark red, the other light blue, before squirting the red in the raspberry and the blue in the blueberry. "That'll be three dollars, please."

The couple thanked him and paid, before hand-feeding each other their flavours. Synthetic berry gushed inside their mouths. They moaned. It was sloppy, but they lapped up as much of the shaved ice as their anatomy would allow.

They paced away, linked arm-in-arm. Kitch called out to them. "What were your names, by the way?"

They stumbled back around to face him. "Ben," said the tall guy. His nose was red with flavouring.

"Theo," said the blonde man, waving his free wrist to say goodbye. "You two better have a good time today," Kitch said. He scribbled their names inside a book behind the cash register. "Take it easy."

As they headed on their way, Theo tripped over his own legs. "Ah-Arh!" He gripped Ben's Hawaiian shirt, tearing along the seam of its arm. Two empty snow cones bounced along the walkway.

"Woah," said Ben, blinking hard. His arms linked behind Theo's back. "Jesus. Are you okay?"

Theo dangled in his arms. He looked up at him, lips blueberry-blue. "Oops." He hiccupped with laughter.

Ben shook his head, giving Theo a toothy smile. "I can't take you anywhere," he said. It was an awkward embrace, under a sun that beat too bright and on a beach a few humans too busy, but that just made it more romantic. Ben's smile widened. His teeth slid out longer. The lips above his jawline darkened. He dragged his tongue across Theo's face.

"Ewww," Theo whined, "Haha, oh, eww, oh wow, I didn't realize your tongue was so big."

Biceps galore hoisted him closer. Ben gazed into his eyes. "That's not the only thing that's big."

Theo's hips shifted in his shorts. "Oh yeah? Is the other thing your personali- HOLY."

A solid tip jutted into Theo's taint. It was clothed, and it was familiar, but it was huge. "That shut you up, Pup," Ben said.

"This is" - Theo floundered in Ben's arms - "There are" - he looked from side to side at the nearby people - "What did you... call me?"

"I said 'That shut you up,'" Ben huffed, leaning close to slide his tongue inside Theo's mouth. It grazed along his gums, coaxing out Theo's canine teeth. It spelunked in and around and over his throat, overwhelming him with length.

"Oh baby," Theo panted, "We can't. Not here." He stood back on his own legs, which thinned and narrowed below his shorts. The sandy hair along his shins pushed out twice as thick as it used to be. As his own hardness throbbed to attention, the hair continued to double in density, over and over, wilder and wilder.

Tchhhh-tch.

Ben pulled back, shaking his head from side to side. Russet-coloured hair spread across his cheeks. "What was that?"

"My back..." Theo said, "My front. My back. It's... it's not right. I feel. I don't know. Everything's so hot and hard. Today's so hot. You're so-"

"Theo? Theo?" Ben patted the side of his face, knowing somewhere in his mind that he should be concerned with the morphing shape of his boyfriend's ears. They grew hair - or was it fur? - that came to a point atop their head, as blonde and as beautiful as the fur - or was it hair? - on his head.

He knew he should be worried, but instead was enticed. Theo's shorts hung loose, their back torn by a hairy limb that pushed through the fabric beneath. A tail!? It wobbled from side to side, half skin, half fur. Half nervousness, half ecstasy. He squeezed Theo's buttocks, feeling fur grow from between his smooth cheeks. He slid a finger against the hole, as naturally as if they were making love in their own bedroom.

Except they weren't in their bedroom. They were on a mid-Summer Florida beach, that was packed with locals and tourists and vendors and performers and swimmers. Ben tried to keep the fingering subtle, at least until he started growling and chewing Theo's ear, but there was only so much subtlety that two rutting beast men in blaring daylight could achieve.

It started with one person, gasping and stepping backwards, into another group of three. That group saw the two of them clawing through clothing and raised further alarm. In the space of twenty seconds, pandemonium radiated across the promenade.

Many hustled past, refusing to become involved in their display. Some dialled on their phone, either to get transport or law enforcement. A few even stood around, watching from the corner of their eye, a little too comfortable with the exchange taking place. Kitch slid a cap over his head and nibbled a snow cone, honing a video-camera toward the couple.

"We need to get ins-ARF-ide," Theo said between groans, riding his hole along Ben's finger. While he spoke, his own fingers shortened. His palms bumped out with black paw pads. The tail growing from his back curled upwards, desperate to offer Ben further access. His maw panted forwards, becoming longer, narrower, and with a pink tongue flopping from the side. His nostrils rotated, nose widening to show off their depth. With every passing whimper, his snout-tip evolved to become black and wet.

Ben's shirt sleeve came off entirely. The masonry of his pecs and sleeves solidified with the buff brown sheen of fur. It dripped down his body like sweat, painting every pore it poured over. "I - Rrrrfff - need to get inside you. Grrrungh."

He yanked down the front of his three-quarter-length shorts, bringing a slab of cock to slap against Theo's waist. Seven inches... eight inches... nine inches of thick uncut dick spurted pre-cum over him, sealing away any human patches of flesh that remained. Ben grew taller, bigger, better. His cock, previously tan with a curve, pulsed wider, with more veins, taking on a redder tone. Its foreskin straightened out, as hard and inflated as the rest of his cock, to form a red rocket blasting outwards from a knot.

Theo shivered, ass-hole pulsating in need. "Ah... Alpha," he cried, "Take me. Please. Please!" Unable to hold on to his hips, his shorts and underwear fell to his ankles. Ben hoisted his legs into the air. Wide arms held him steady, grasping and massaging his rump. Exposed and naked, Theo's balls swayed like palm leaves. They hung low and easy.

Ben's cock burrowed against his entrance.

"Do-awoo it," Theo whispered.

"Do it," Kitch said, stroking himself from behind his stall.

HRUFF.

HUHHF...

HAROOOOOOO!