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"If you really wanna go through with this...it's gonna be more involved than you think. There's no other way to make him believe that he's seeing things...and then, when he checks, he'll find out that he wasn't."

There were plenty of people who had gone overboard in their desire to take a prank too far, but when it came to Zech and Aaron, they were a couple of tricksters with their wits about them and their druthers, as well: what they intended to do wasn't easy, but they were sure that the juice was going to be worth the squeeze, even before they held the fruit.

"Honestly, I'm just more impressed that you've got a way to make me look so much like you, but if you're sure that it'll work, I'm willing to give it a spin."

Zech smirked a little wider than Aaron was used to seeing. "I just want you to remember that when you're in the middle of the act and you decide that you aren't enjoying yourself as much as you thought you would."

"You really think you're gonna scare me off from this now?" Aaron's eyes were rolling as he and Zech conspired in the weight room, wanting their plan to take off right where their target was most likely to be seen. "Just stick that fucking thing in my arm already..."

Aaron still didn't completely understand what about the injection was going to make him change, but Zech assured him that there was going to be a second shot that had to be taken later on.

With that being the case, Aaron looked to the side as Zech rubbed a little alcohol on the injection site and pushed the needle in with a delicate touch, contrasting the massive size of his paw and the tiny syringe that he wielded.

"Didn't even feel it, did you?" Zech asked, pulling the needle back and disposing of it responsibly. "You didn't react in the least..."

"You used one the smallest needles I've ever seen, and to be honest, I don't think I felt anything going in at the site of it," Aaron confessed. "I'm starting to wonder if you're just fucking with me about this whole changing thing..."

"Not even a little bit, and I'm telling you, this prank is going to be awesome when Mauser sees what's going on," Zech reiterated. "It's probably already started, but I need to give you the second shot now, if this is all going to work."

"You'll have to forgive me for being skeptical," Aaron countered, "When you've got no clothes on and nowhere to hide the needle...unless it's up your ass or something."

"In your dreams."

"And since those aren't coming true anytime soon, where's the second shot?"

"It's not the kind of thing that you can keep in a syringe...w-well, I guess you could, actually," Zech corrected himself. "But I hear that it works better if you use it while it's fresh."

"...Zech, if you're talking about your cock-

"Allow me to assure you that this is going to work," Zech claimed. "Trust me, dude...all you have to do is let me add my own essence to your body, and it'll work with the serum that I just injected into you. Next thing you know, you'll look just like me, and Mauser will think that he's seeing two of me!"

It was Aaron's idea to prank Mauser in the first place, but when he went to Zech for inspiration, he didn't think he'd be staring at the coywolf in such disbelief. He hoped to walk away from their conversation with a new idea, and instead, he was narrowing his glare on the hybrid, shocked that he would suggest something so bold.

"So that's why you shot me up with the serum first...you knew there was no other way I'd let you top me," Aaron groaned. He realized too late that he was too busy being caught up in his desire to mess with Mauser; he ended up missing what now seemed like an obvious ploy on Zech's part, but the coywolf wasn't the dishonest type. "Not that I approve of your methods, but if you're telling the truth..."

"You know I am."

"Then I want you to know that I'm doing all of this with a frown on my face."

"Your choice," Zech replied gleefully. "Doesn't mean you're not enjoying yourself!"

"That's what you think."

"That's what we both know , Aaron...you don't have to be such a sour puss about having a little fun with a friend, you know."

There was no way for Aaron to properly disguise his frustration: it bordered on disgust, and that sensation heightened as he felt the serum coursing through his bloodstream and spreading out throughout his body.

If Zech was telling the truth, none of that would matter until the larger canine pinned his friend under the weight of his cock and pumped him full of his seed, but as farfetched as that might have sounded, or as cheap an excuse as it was...Aaron knew Zech better than that.

The coywolf wasn't the type to tell an outright lie, though Aaron considered the entire plan to be a slowly revealing lie of omission.

"Like I said, asshole...frowning the whole time."

Things weren't going to properly start until Zech took the initiative; Aaron made that clear with his inaction, but once the site of his injection was clear of blood, he felt the hybrid moving in a little closer to him, having disposed of the previous needle properly.

"Frown all you want," Zech murmured, grinning. "I'll be smiling enough for the both of us."

"You would enjoy it more because it's pissing me off."

Zech shrugged. "What are friends for, if not for hassling each other at the most inconvenient times?"

Nothing he did seemed to be a turn on to Aaron, at least, on the surface level.

In the locker room, with no clothes between them and nothing more to keep them apart than petty squabbling, Aaron turned his focus to how much fun it would be to double-team Mauser when the process was over, and that much, at least, was getting his cock to make an appearance from the depths of the sheath.

"If you're gonna hassle me, the least you can do is warm me up properly," Aaron pointed out. "Unless all the rumors about you being a proper gentleman are just that?"

Zech wasn't worried about defending his reputation to a close friend, but if Aaron was going to call him out in such a way, he was going to answer in kind, thinking that he'd already uncovered a little bit more about the wolf than he was ready to admit.

"You're really gonna bring up something like that when you're putting on the little 'oh, no, I'm not into this but I totally am' act?" Zech pointed out, having seen the bright, reddish-pink tip of the canine's member poking free. "Because if you want to go that route all the way, I'm more than happy to be as forceful as you like...whenever you're ready to break, you go ahead and break...and I'll just keep fucking until I'm satisfied."

Aaron wasn't expecting such an overt response from his friend, but he didn't allow his surprise to show, save for the subtle, uncontrollable shift in the pits of his eyes.

Keeping his brow narrowed and a subtle, cocky grin in the corner of his muzzle was the best he could do to offset that unconscious reaction, but Zech had already seen all that he needed to see, to know that Aaron was being bashful about enjoying being on bottom.

"What a surprise," Aaron shot back, keeping up the cold, icy front that he'd become known for. "Only worried about your own satisfaction when you finally get the chance to fuck someone..."

"I never have to worry about someone else's satisfaction when I'm fucking them," Zech explained. With his grin widening, he leaned into Aaron's body, giving the wolf a final chance to move away from his body, before they started treating the locker room more like it was a private room. "That's pretty much guarantee from start to finish, even when they're pretending to hate it, the same way you are now..."

Normally, Zech wouldn't speak with the flair of arrogance that had taken his voice, but when it came to Aaron, he was just having too much fun pushing the wolf's buttons to help himself.

When they took things a step further, he'd be right back to his old, gentlemanly self, taking Aaron's wants and needs into consideration...at least, as far as he could afford to, while making sure that his full, heavy orbs were completely emptied into the smaller canine.

"Forget pretending to hate it," Aaron fought back even then, despite the visible excitement of his own body. "It's perfectly normal to have this kind of reaction to being fooled around with this much in such a heated place...for all you know, my body is just being defensive."

"Uh huh," Zech shrugged it off. "How about I cut you a deal, if you're gonna be so difficult about this?"

Aaron cocked a brow. "Your last deal ended up being a trick to turn me into you, so I'm not sure that I'm inclined to hear it."

"More specifically, it ends with me getting to fuck you, but...anyway...you think a blowjob would help you to smooth things over?"

The wolf's brow raised that much further at the surprising offer. "I can't tell if this is the kind of thing that comes with a catch or not, thanks to your previous bullshit."

"The only catch is that you have to suck mine, too," Zech explained. "But considering we don't have any lube in here, I think that would be in your best interest, anyway."

At that point, Aaron was more frustrated with the lack of planning around their upcoming romp than he was about the fact that he'd been tricked: he wasn't going to make any secrets about it, but if Zech was going to be inside of him, he wasn't so foolish to argue against the logic the hybrid was using.

"...You forgot it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Actually, I didn't think there was a prayer in the world that you'd agree to this kind of thing, so I didn't bother bringing it," Zech confessed. "Not to mention I kinda figured you'd have some in your locker."

"Do I really seem that kinky to you?" Aaron paused, but he quickly lifted a paw. " Don't answer that. Just...d-don't make it weird, okay?"

There was a subtle, underlying attraction between the two that was rarely talked about. Rarer still was it ever explored, but they had a golden opportunity to inspect each other in a way that no one would have questioned: the locker room was otherwise deserted, and Aaron was already accepting his fate, thinking it a waste to go through with the syringe if he wasn't going to take the rest of the process sincerely.

For his part, Zech never mentioned that there would be any side effects from only taking half of the serum...but as much as he was biting back against it, overwhelming arousal was already springing up within Aaron.

The wolf could feel his usually impressive sense of self-control slipping, little by little, until a hint of drool gathered at his jowls: he was desperate to get a taste of Zech's impressive member, but the more logical part of his mind knew that had to be an undeclared result of the injection.

Telling himself that, at the very least, helped him come to terms with the fact that he was leaning back on the bench and spreading his legs around either side of it.

"It's only gonna be as weird as you make it," Zech mentioned. "Pretty sure I've never had a weird blowjob before."

"Was it ever from one of your close friends?"

Zech grinned. "Only once or twice," he confirmed. "Which is exactly why it's only as weird as you make it...I, on the other hand, take great pride in my work."

It was practically a trope, the way Zech spoke about his work ethic in the proverbial bedroom...but it was the kind of talk that he was quickly able to back up: he wasted no time in standing from the bench and resting his sheath just about the warmth of Aaron's lips, but he didn't focus on his own pleasure alone.

He was just as eager to bend at the tip and rest his palms on the thighs of his canine friend, spreading them a little further over the sides of the bench and forcing more of Aaron's tip to emerge from the depths of his sheath.

"At least you seem to know what you're doing," Aaron groaned, rolling his eyes beneath the weight of the hybrid's hanging sack. "We'll see how long that lasts, though...or how long you do."

"If you really think you're gonna be able to rush your way through this, then I've got some pretty disappointing news for you, my friend."

There was a certain sense of juxtaposition in Aaron, as he realized he wouldn't be able to rush Zech through to the next part of the process.

He was still catching up to the fact that he was about to have his whole throat stuffed with hybrid flesh, but having seen what Zech had to offer on separate occasions, he was excited to wield that kind of length and girth himself; just to know the difference between their two bodies was an exciting prospect.

"So you're gonna hold out for as long as you can just to spite me?" Aaron asked, snickering a little bit and letting his tongue _finally_lash out and tickle the base of Zech's orbs.

The coywolf gave no reaction to that, but he shook his head just slightly to the question. "I don't have to try to hold out to last long enough to give you a sore throat," Zech boasted, but thus far, he'd given his friend no reason to doubt the sincerity of his words. "Pretty sure that's just gonna happen...par for the course, really."

It wasn't in his nature to get too far ahead of himself, but Zech was going to rub his slightly dominant position in Aaron's face for as long as he could, knowing that opportunities like this one were going to be few and far between, at best.

His mouth was more concerned with coaxing out the plentiful inches of Aaron's cock than it was with berating his friend; though they might seem equally enjoyable at the time, he knew there was greater, mutual pleasure awaiting them on the other side of the first pass of his tongue, lashing out over the sensitive tip of Aaron's manhood.

All the resistance in the world wasn't enough for Aaron's body to ignore the skillful brush, and even before his mind had a chance to process the bliss that came along with it, the shaft was already reacting, giving itself and the plentiful inches thereof to the welcoming lips of the hybrid.

Kissing upon the head and moving a little further down to greet the emerging flesh, Zech made it instantly clear that the stories of his skill and dedication were no exaggeration.

"Not gonna happen if I just lay here and let you do all the work," Aaron teased, but he was already struggling to get those words out without stammering...and the tiny, subtle drop of saliva from the corner of his muzzle was threatening to roll down his chin if he didn't answer the call of his carnal hungers. "You're just lucky that I take pride in my work, too: there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you outdo me."

It was a flimsy reason for him to lean up and guide the tip of Zech's emerging cock into his own maw, but neither one of them was all that concerned with the logic that drove their actions anymore...not when there was so much passion and desire to back up their every move.

Some of it was frustration, some of it was silent admiration, and all of it was driving them toward a prank that was going to prove delightful for them to take part in; getting to enjoy each other's company in such a way when they'd both been thinking about it for ages was a greater fringe benefit than either of them could have hoped for.

It wasn't a silent spirit of competition that drove them: though there were no words, plenty of sticky, messy sounds cropped up in the once quiet locker room. If it weren't so late at night, they would have been at a terrible risk of being walked in on, in the throes of a passion that they couldn't deny, with no excuse to explain their poor behavior...

...But they wouldn't have stopped, no matter who walked in on them.

The muffled groans of the wolf against the bench were driving Zech to further pleasure of his own, and as his legs began to tremble, he lowered more of his weight toward Aaron's face, allowing the smaller canine to take a greater sample of that tasty flesh. Moving past the head and working toward the base of the shaft, Aaron was doing all he could to keep pace with Zech, but the hybrid earned his reputation well before he let his guard down enough to pursue such an encounter with his friend.

He wasn't having any problems reaching the bottom of Aaron's member and swirling his tongue in a tight coil around the shaft; it was made that much more impressive by the plentiful, throbbing flesh that the wolf had to offer.

To say that he was hung might have been an understatement...but Zech treated his length no differently than any other he'd ever tasted before.

He isn't even gagging, Aaron thought. How the fuck he is able to move like that...especially from that angle?

Wondering if he might have the same level of ability when he took Zech's body for his own, Aaron felt an inward sense of disgust at enjoying himself so much, but he had to give credit where credit was due: Zech was simply masterful with his tongue, and the flat of it was wide enough to tickle both of Aaron's balls when it finally reached the tender, pliable flesh of his sack.

Keeping his groaning delights to himself would have proved impossible, if not for the thick , pulsing tool that was pressing against his tongue and threatening to burst all the way into his throat; Zech still wasn't fully erect, and what had already emerged was proving a challenge for Aaron to handle.

Feeling another, rather sudden burst of flesh pushing past his lips left his eyes widened, but it was only then that he remembered he had paws to help guide the pace and depth of that penetration. He was grateful that Zech wasn't properly thrusting into his throat, as the tapered tip of a hybrid member stroked over the roof of his maw and right into his tonsils...but even reaching up and pressing his palms to the inside of his friend's thighs didn't do much to give him breathing room.

He'd have to put up and shut up, as he grumbled around his mouthful and turned his focus back to breathing through his nose; the scent of the hybrid was every bit as pervasive as it was enticing, and though he'd never been so intimately close to it, Aaron felt that it was oddly familiar.

The first gush of precum across his tongue was already kickstarting the transformation, showing just how rapidly the change would occur when they properly took the next step.

I can smell myself on him, Zech thought, and for a moment, he grinned around his mouthful, even as he bobbed at the neck and suckled it that much together. Much as I'm enjoying myself, I'd better move things along if we're gonna finish this before the midnight rush comes...

24 hour gyms had a clientele that only frequented the floor when there were very few people around to interact with, and in this instance, there was almost no night crowd...but the mutual friend they were prepared to target always came to that gym when the regular crowds were out of the way.

Massive as the rest of the building was, there'd be plenty of room and opportunity for the pair of hybrids to corner him and play their prank, but they had to become a pair of hybrids, first.

Spittle ran down the length of each cock, with excess trails dripping over Aaron's cheeks and a small puddle forming between his thighs as Zech returned the favor. The sounds of their effort filled the locker room with an eerie, distant echo of growing pleasure, but neither man was willing to be the first to let out a cry of delight and declare that they needed to slow things down.

They'd end up sucking an orgasm out of each other before they confessed that they needed a break, and a greater flood of precum was already spilling into the back of Zech's throat as he settled in place, letting a low, rumbling growl tickle over the tender flesh of his friend's sack.

"Mrnn...mmrr..." his voice came out thick and powerful, sending vibrations through the wolf that reached all the way down to his knees, rattling him with a sense of pleasure that he'd never known from such an act; there was no such thing as a simple, ordinary blowjob where Zech was concerned, but that was just enough to push Aaron over the edge...

...Even if the wolf still wasn't going to admit it.

No warning, dude? Come on, Zech kept his groans in the back of his mind as seed poured into the back of his throat, but he was as faithful in that moment as he was every step of the way, pushing his nose right into the base of the shaft and gulping with the powerful muscles in his throat.

Despite the lack of warning, he was doing an incredible job of not spilling a drop, while Aaron's trembling neck and mouth bucked harder and harder at the shallow penetration of a hybrid length.

He was shocked, even disappointed that he wasn't able to milk the seed from Zech's cock in the same fell swoop, but working as diligently as he could, he'd given one hell of a performance...and he couldn't keep it up anymore, as he turned his head to the side and felt a burst of precum streak across the bridge of his muzzle.

"Ah...f...f-fuck, dude...do you ever get off?" he asked, pausing to swallow down a little bit of the clear, slick treat that he'd been able to milk out. "I tried every trick I knew!"

It took Zech a little longer to finish the act: knowing canine anatomy as well as he did, he didn't want to pull away for at least a minute, hoping to collect the bulk of his friend's mess.

"Mmn...mmhm..." he rumbled, before swallowing down one more gulp of seed and giving himself a chance to breathe unencumbered. "And I've felt most of those before, so...you may have to learn some new tricks if you're gonna try and get me off without using your ass."

If Aaron were able to work the truth out of his friend, he would have found that the hybrid was on the verge of his release, but he was saving every drop he had for the second part of the serum process.

He'd never tried such a thing before, and he didn't want to risk wasting any of the massive load, especially after the weeks and weeks of self-imposed chastity to build a sizable backlog.

"I don't suppose using my paws would be enough for you?" Aaron asked, his lips smeared with a knowing grin. "Because I'd be happy to try a few other methods, if you've got the time."

"I'd say I've got nothing but time, but we've got a bit of a schedule to keep if we're gonna keep up with Mauser," Zech reminded him. "And in that regard, we should probably keep things rolling...'

"That eager to fuck me in the ass, are you?"

Zech snickered. "I think we're past the point of it being awkward if I admit that I am, so maybe you just take the compliment and roll over, little guy."

Aaron wilted his ears back just slightly at the title, but he couldn't deny how much he was enjoying himself.

In the post-orgasmic afterglow, he decided to let that quip go...but he wasn't just going to bend over for Zech, no matter what the reason was.

"No way in hell I'm letting you mount me," Aaron shot back, keeping his standards, and more importantly, his pride in check. "You really wanna fuck me that badly? You're gonna have to look me in the eyes and say it."

Thus far, Zech didn't have any problem taking the reins and leading the situation to a certain point, but hearing that from his friend was a bit of a surprise.

He knew Aaron wasn't going to take well to being dominated, but even after getting sucked all the way to a climax, he was making demands; shaking his head and snickering, Zech decided that he shouldn't have been surprised by that.

"Works for me, if you're fine being fucked missionary on the floor of a locker room."

"If it weren't for the fact that I felt like you owed me, I'd climb on top and show you how a real canine gets things done," Aaron claimed, his voice bold and boastful as ever. "But you do owe me...so get the hell down here and show me a good time, for once."

Slipping out from under Zech's thighs and lowering himself to the cheap tiles of the floor, Aaron settled just beyond the reach of the bench, making sure that it wouldn't get in the way of Zech's movements.

If he needed to be fucked for the plan to work, he was going to experience the full monty: anything less than Zech's greatest effort would be an insult.

"You know...just because you are who you are, I'm gonna let that one slide," Zech groaned. "Especially when I can still taste how much you enjoyed yourself."

Dismounting the bench and kneeling into the tough, textured grit of the tiles, the hybrid found a quick advantage in that subtle discomfort: he'd be able to last a little longer and drag out the experience for his own benefit, even when he was already lining up the tip of his cock with the tender, warm pucker of his friend's tailhole.

Aaron wasn't spreading himself so willingly, but at that point, Zech wasn't going to slow down or hold back...and it was with a quick shuffle forth and a tight grip that he took the wolf's backside and spread it around the tip of his member, hiking Aaron up from the floor just enough to facilitate a subtle penetration.

Subtle would only apply at the start: Zech had gone weeks without a release, and being strung along on the edge of a climax was burning away the last of his patience.

With Aaron behaving like his usual self and grinning at Zech's sensual frustration, the bulky hybrid found himself to be all out of patience.

The depth of his first thrust made that fact all too well known, and Aaron's grin faltered, faded, and curled hard in the other direction.

"You d-didn't...e-even give me a p-proper warm up!" he grunted, feeling the front half of the hybrid's shaft bury into the suddenly stretched pucker of his asshole. Inner walls spread around the heated flesh as quickly as they could, but he wasn't prepared for that level of intensity from his close friend. "F-fucking prick!"

Gritted fangs and trembling toes spoke to something other than his discomfort: he wanted to know what Zech was really made of, and that first sample pushed a fresh gush of precum from his own cock...as it started growing a little wider, representing the very one that was penetrating him.

He still wouldn't admit it so easily, but with the second, third, and even the fourth thrust, he could feel his inner workings adjusting to the messy, slicked cock that he'd been suckling before; the weight and depth of each pass brought with it a heavenly sensation of pleasure.

Even the first one was enough to bring Aaron back to a full erection, but for the moment, his transforming tool was being ignored as Zech proved himself a man of his word.

"Look you right in the eyes...and t-tell you how badly I wanna fuck you, right? That was your request?" Zech reminded him, as he watched the color of his own orbs spread out from the center of Aaron's usually golden pits. "Not the kind of thing I'd usually ask for, but...you'll figure out that part of my mind in due time, I'm sure."

It wasn't clear just how the transference was going to work, and for that, even Zech was going to be in for a surprise...but he could only assume that there was going to be a hint of his personality imparted on Aaron before all was said and done.

As he tried to focus on the pace of his driving hips and the pleasure that continued to well up inside of him as he finally knew the bliss of burying his entire cock inside of his friend's clenching passage, he couldn't help catching a glimpse, through winced eyes, at the spread of lighter fur across Aaron's muzzle, and the presence of his own markings spreading across the cheeks of the wolf.

It was eerie enough to buy him an extra minute or two between the legs of the smaller canine, but already, the inner clench was proving more than he could resist without gritting his fangs and wincing his eyes.

The gritted fangs were fine...but he didn't want to miss a single moment of watching the coloration of his own fur as it spread over Aaron's body, turning the follicles of black to softer, warmer tones with the turning flicker of flames leaping from charcoal.

"Like I'd want to have such a passive mind," Aaron grunted, but he could already hear a change in the tone of his voice as he tried to banter back with his friend, only to find that it felt like he was listening to Zech have a conversation with himself. "You're nowhere near as c-capable of taking over as I am , Zech..."

"Tall talk from someone who's starting to look and sound j-just like me," Zech countered. That would have been a statement enough from the hybrid, but punctuating his point with the powerful, domineering drive of his hips and the heavy thump of his sack against Aaron's backside were a far more pleasurable way to get his message across. "You'll understand what's r-really going on in my mind...s-soon enough..."

For a moment, Zech wondered if the fantasies that he'd had about them playing together were going to flood Aaron's mind, but it was too late for him to regret that possibility.

He simply looked into Aaron's eyes, admiring the swirling, combatting colors as they fought for position in his irises, knowing that there had to be similar battles going on behind the scenes, as well.

"You...w-wish..."

His voice was strained, as if he was trying to add an extra layer of grit to his already dry tone. He didn't want to admit that the thick, hickory and smoke sound of Zech's vocal chords was overtaking his own, but it was becoming impossible to deny, and feeling the wealth of pleasure that flooded out from within him, he was on the verge of saying things he never thought he'd be able to, in the middle of such a passionate act.

It simply wasn't in his nature to compliment his partner, regardless of how well they were doing; Zech, on the other hand, was always willing to say something uplifting.

"Wish what?" Zech asked, snickering and tugging Aaron along on a lead. The changing texture and pattern of fur was flashing down in droves then, moving past the wolf's collarbone and spreading over his torso like the first, crashing wave of high tide upon the shore, but it wasn't until the first, powerful gush of seed spilled inside of Aaron that the mental changes took their fullest effect. "That I'd...b-been able to last...a little...f-fucking... longer?"

It was rare that Zech allowed his guard to come down that much: he was honest, but he liked to put on a performance, as well, and make sure that his partner was enjoying themselves, as well.

As hard as Aaron came before, it was hard to believe that his member, still changing to match the shape of Zech's own, was spurting so much precum across his own tummy...but as his muscles thickened and his frame extended just a little bit, pleasure unlike anything he'd felt before flooded his body, offsetting the horrible onset of pain that would have come from such rapid growth and change.

That euphoria made it easier for him to accept the subtle curl in his lips, mimicking Zech's grin on the surface, and his thought process as he watched a copy of himself continue to hammer away at his willing body.

"Would've been nice, b-but...you've put on one hell of a show tonight, haven't you?" he asked, finding such a powerful change in his tone that he was sure Zech was just talking to himself. Even when his mind tried to come up with different words to say, something more positive influenced them, as if something within him was sugarcoating his words and his anger. "And you're filling me r-right the fuck up, big guy...feels like I'm gonna pop!"

Zech would have expected that kind of positivity out of himself, and it helped that he felt as though he was looking into a mirror as his knot approached the point of finally settling in.

Knowing that it was Aaron who said such a thing, or at least, whoever Aaron used to be...was just a little bit unnerving to consider.

"Sure hope that isn't actually the case," Zech pointed out. The spilling volume of his cum was already leaking back out, but that excess lubrication made it easy for his knot to roll forth: at the will of his hips, he finally made contact again and slipped the front edge of the massive bulge into Aaron's backside, and with one more thrust, the pair found themselves tied on the floor of the locker room, soaked in a healthy mess of their own juices. "Won't be much use to our prank if you're in pieces all over the floor..."

Such a line would have drawn a frustrated huff and a scowl from Aaron's old self, but as the last tufts of fur shifted upon the ends of his toes, and the length of his frame reached an equal size to Zech's own, Aaron couldn't find the anger to fill his voice any longer.

There was only a gruff chuckle and a knowing stare, looking into a mirror of himself, as Aaron felt the final, bubbling sensation crawling over the inside of his skull and tickling his brain.

"Don't worry about that, Zech. I'll be able to pull myself together in no time."

From above, a paw came to rest around Aaron's transformed cock. With one stroke, Zech could tell that the transformation was a complete success, but he knew that there still had to be at least a hint of the wolf left inside of himself: Aaron's personality was too strong to be completely subdued.

Even if it was only being held aside for a time, it would be plenty long enough for them to pull their prank on Mauser...once they were untied, of course.