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Morpheus Fantasy Services

Surf's Up

All I can say about computers is that they will be the undoing of all mortals.

Why?

Because these days, we can't live without them and they hold our lives in their grubby, little, mechanical hard drives.

My goddamn computer - something ancient even compared to the university itself despite having bought it recently - had just decided to die on me. There was no Blue Screen of Death. It just decided to shut down abruptly and decide not to respond to the power button. I was sure it even laughed at me as the power left its system.

The good news?

I just redefined a new computing term.

"Drake!" my roommate, Keith Towson exclaimed. "What are you doing, man?"

"Booting my computer," I answered innocently.

"Huh?"

I gave my computer another swift kick.

I was 'booting' it.

"The bastard decided to die on me," I snarled. "My paper is on it and it's due tomorrow!" He slumped back down on the bed that was on my side of the room. If anyone stepped into our little dorm room, they'd instantly liken it to the typical 'nerd and jock' scenario from all those soap operas. I was the nerd and Keith - hot, smoking, Keith - was the jock.

Sighing softly, I buried my head into my hands and tried not to cry. The paper was pretty damn important... I could probably survive and pass my class without it... but it would still help if I submitted it.

Keith sat down next to me, his enormous weight causing my bed to groan in protest. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I leaned against his large, muscular, furry chest. He whimpered softly in typical canine fashion, nuzzling me gently. Ever since I started working for Mr. Jacob Reaper's secret nightclub, Morpheus Fantasy Services, he and I had gotten a lot closer.

It was nothing to write home about. Just a really close friendship between co-workers. Besides, Keith was dating Conrad - one of the club's bouncers. At least I assumed so since the way they always greeted one another was with a kiss and a grope. It made me a little jealous because, hell, Keith was hot, he was gay and while I was curious, I could never size up to the hulking tower of stripes and muscle which was the tiger, Conrad.

Being a short, skinny human with mismatched eyes... Well... Let's just say that I knew big guys like Keith always went for other big guys.

_And_I just made myself even more depressed.

"Hey, you'll be okay without it, right?" Keith asked.

"Yeah..." I sighed, straightening and rolling my shoulders. "Best I can do is just grit my teeth and hope I'll have enough money to save up for a new computer."

"Will you have enough?"

I considered my expenses for the past few weeks. The thing about having lots of money with assurances of more if it coming is that you're tempted to spend it. And spend it I did. I had a lot of computer games now and I had been eating quite well now. After I paid for my mother's operation of course. I even had a membership in the same gym Keith went to but it was more out of being around Keith than actually working out.

Seriously, watching him do bicep curls or spotting me on the bench press was a major turn-on.

I really wasn't sure if I was gay yet.

I mean, I really only had that one experience at MFS - what we called Morpheus Fantasy Services. Mr. Reaper had been getting me to do the bartending, even going so far as to pay for a bartending course for me. I was eager to get back in the back rooms but he warned me that whatever happened back there was addictive for both parties - clients and servicemen. Clients were not his responsibility. They came in, paid him and went out. But his staff he cared about and he didn't want any of us turning into sex-crazed lunatics craving an escape from our existing bodies.

That's right. MFS was not your ordinary gay bar-slash-brothel. It was a place where men could 'indulge in their sexual fantasies' as Mr. Reaper put it. In essence, guys some in, grab a few drinks, dance a little and then head off into the back rooms where they'd meet employees like me. The employees would then transform - often lustfully - into our client's greatest sexual desires and then we'd spend the night with them.

I had only done it once so far. It was a confusing and arousing experience. It didn't totally appal me... but it also scared me a little. There was this tiny voice in my head that kept telling me to stay away from MFS, that I had enough money and could leave now. However, there was another voice that insisted not only to stay at MFS but to jump in the back rooms as well.

"I don't think so..." I answered Keith. "But I will after two or three days. Hopefully I'll get one that has the latest graphics cards this time!"

Keith's deep chortle pulled at my heartstrings.

I had a crush on him.

I wasn't gay.

But I had a crush on Keith.

And he knew it.

I don't know what was worse, knowing that I had a crush on my best friend - who was a guy - and being unsure about my sexuality... or the fact that Keith knew and hadn't openly rejected me, instead choosing to flaunt his relationship with Conrad in front of me.

"Did you wanna give tonight a miss?" Keith asked gently. "I mean, you can use my computer to type up your report or something..."

I shook my head in dismay. "Nah... That report took me two weeks to type up... No way can I get it done in time." I got up from my bed, feeling terribly miserable. There was a sinking feeling in my chest that I wouldn't be able to perform my usual bartending duties tonight but it was better than moping around in the dorm room I shared with Keith. "Come on, let's go."

"If you're sure."

I grabbed one of the power bars that we had stocked up in the mini-fridge we bought together. After I started going to the gym with Keith, he started drilling me into eating healthy. I went along with it mostly because I was desperate for any contact with him. I was that deep into the crush.

I had resolved that when I bulked up a little and was a little more... dashing, I'd maybe sorta start think about working up the courage to ask Keith if he wanted to grab a coffee with me.

We left our dorm room and headed out to the car park where Keith's truck rested. The drive to MFS was unusually quiet. Normally, Keith and I were talking dynamically about what our night would be like. Keith would always brag about the guy he'd either plough or get ploughed by and I'd be fantasising about being that guy. When he'd talk about the guys he'd become, I would always imagine myself being with Keith as the personality that he adopted... but oddly enough, that guy would always keep Keith's face.

When the wolf told me he'd become this bear, cougar or something else... I'd always see Keith.

Damnit... I was crushing on him hard.

We arrived at the small rear car park of MFS and headed towards the familiar, black doors with the double neon lights shaped male symbols hanging above it. As usual, Conrad was standing at the door next to the red-head, whose name was Miles.

I liked Miles. He was cheery, fun to be around and the type that would always have my back. As opposed to Conrad who was always scowling and belittling me. He kept telling me that the only time I ever got any was when I wasn't me.

It was sorta true.

I got girls... but the only time I got guys was when I was in a fantasy...

... and for some reason, that depressed me.

"Conrad! 'Sup man!" Keith exclaimed, holding up a hand.

Conrad promptly gave him a high-five before pulling him close and proceeding to wrap their lips around one another's. I rolled my eyes in tandem with Miles. Their moans were loud and lewd. Neither of them were holding back either. They were groping one another, running their paws over each other's muscular bodies...

Crap... What I wouldn't give to be the one Keith was groping and feeling up... Even if it was a threesome with Conrad, I wouldn't mind.

Still wasn't gay, though...

Just... gay for Keith.

I looked up at Miles who was absently checking his watch. "How's it going?"

Miles shrugged; his copper eyes alight with mirth. "Same old, same old. Busy night, as always. Got lots of gay, horny men out in the back and front. Loud music. Loud moans. Same stuff." Miles winked at me. "Be sure to bring you A-Game today, puppy! Roy will need the help."

Roy was the other bartender and he was my mentor, the guy who was teaching me how to cook up drinks without making an idiot of myself. He was a great guy. A little rounded but the gorilla was one of the best bartenders I had ever seen. He could juggle bottles and glasses with such speed and precision sometimes it was impossible to watch him without getting dizzy. Having hand-like feet also helped.

"I will, thanks, Miles."

I headed into the club itself and, as usual, I found myself in the richly-decorated atrium. One thing I did notice about the atrium, however, was that the flowers decorating it would always change every night. The first night I was here, it was filled with orchids. The next night, it was filled with roses. Tonight, it was tulips. There was a line of people waiting to enter the club at the patron's entrance and Gwendolyn manned the administration desk as always.

Her sharp, topaz eyes were always icy and gave me this feeling that she really didn't like me. But, according to Keith, she gave that look to everyone. Being the only female working in a male gay nightclub was probably hard on her nerves.

"Hi, Gwen!" I greeted.

She glanced up at me before returning to her typing.

Cold as ever.

I headed over to the employees entrance just as Keith came charging through the door.

"Yo! Drake! Wait up!"

"Drake, Keith," Gwendolyn said coldly, "Mr. Reaper wishes to see you in his private booth."

That made us both freeze.

After my first night, Mr. Reaper hardly spoke to me. We only ever talked when we were discussing my future with MFS, particularly my bartending course. After that, he was usually sitting in his private booth that remained unguarded but everyone just knew to avoid. He was always reading the red book in his hand with a crystal pen in his other hand. Either that was a very compelling book or he was just a slow reader.

"Erm... Thanks Gwen..."

I exchanged glances with Keith. He looked worried. I probably looked just as worried.

Mr. Reaper was probably the most intimidating person I had ever met. As we passed through the employee entrance and were assaulted by the music, lights and male scent of the bar section of MFS, I noticed that all that party-spirit just seemed to die around a particular section. The section where Mr. Reaper sat quietly. He just had that... quiet menace about him... He never raised his voice, never scolded anyone or even raised a fist...

But he was just... scary.

We cautiously approached where he sat. There had to be about three metres of clear space around his booth and as we drew closer, the music just seemed to die.

"Keith, Drake, good it see you," Mr. Reaper said in his cool, drawl. "Please, have a seat."

That was never a good sign. I had seen all the movies, read all the books. Whenever someone as intimidating as Mr. Reaper asked you to 'have a seat', it really meant either, 'you're fired' or 'I'm going to kill you.'

I prayed it was the former.

We sat down opposite to him, as far as we could possibly get.

It was weird... Keith and I were practically huddled together in fear... It was the closest I had ever gotten to him. Even that thought didn't ease my discomfort. Mr. Reaper looked like your average human... or rather, your average human incarnation of the devil. His jet-black hair was slicked back, three golden stripes running from his temples. His face seemed so innocent and trusting except for the silver, wrap-around sunglasses he wore despite the near-darkness of the club. He wore the same black suit with a red tie he had worn when we first met.

"How has Morpheus Fantasy Services been treating you, Drake?" Mr. Reaper asked.

It was a rhetorical question. He knew. He always knew. I didn't know how or why, but Mr. Reaper always knew what was happening around him. In and outside of MFS.

"Good, Mr. Reaper. Really good," I answered shakily.

"Are you prepared to take another foray into the back rooms?"

My heart jumped a bit. I wanted to shout out 'yes!' but something in my head was stopping me from doing just that. Mr. Reaper wouldn't call both me and Keith down here to invite me into the back room again...

"Erm... I guess so..."

"Unfortunately, the situation is not as simple as your first time." Reaper set down the book on the table between us, closing it securely. "A particularly picky client has had a change of plans at the very last moment. He expects not one but two companions, this evening. Furthermore, he wishes to film the event."

That was where I drew the line.

I was not going to get filmed having sex with another man.

"Rest assured, I opposed that last stipulation," Mr. Reaper said, holding up a hand. "We have a certain code of ethics here at Morpheus."

Some code especially when you sold other men for sex.

"However, I have yet to give my confirmation about his first request. As this is only your second time, Drake, I was thinking that perhaps Keith could accompany you to service our client."

If this wasn't fate, I didn't know what it was.

Here I was, depressed that I couldn't get anywhere with Keith... and suddenly Mr. Reaper was proposing that I have sex with him to help satisfy some other guy! It wasn't exactly as personal as I had hoped but it was probably as close as I'd ever get!

"I'd love to!"

Keith went rigid beside me and gripped my knee tightly. "Erm... You sure about this, Drake...? Wouldn't you rather... I dunno... Take it slow for now? I mean, a threesome on your second night...?"

I wondered why he was so hesitant. This was peppy, horny Keith! The cute, gay footballer that would go down on anyone if given the chance! Why was he so reluctant for sex!?

"I'm good," I answered quickly.

Mr. Reaper turned his gaze towards Keith. "And you, Keith? Are you alright with this arrangement?"

Keith pursed his lips for a moment... before nodding slowly. "Yeah... alright..."

"Excellent." Mr. Reaper stood up. "Now if you two will follow me. I'll lead you to Mr. Charles Doubah. He-" Mr. Reaper suddenly stopped and I noted how his eyebrows slowly lowered into a rather menacing, furious look. A soft, frustrated sigh escaped his lips. "Excuse me a moment. I have a matter I need to attend to. Please meet me at the doors to the back rooms. I shall be with you shortly."

I had never seen Mr. Reaper angry - ever - but even that small show of agitation almost stopped my heart. Every millimetre that those eyebrows lowered into that angry glower was like another fifty kilograms of a hot, branding iron being pressed against my very soul. Suddenly, I really wanted to just get out of the club.

Maybe I could call a sickee... but Mr. Reaper would know...

... he always knew.

I found myself being dragged away by Keith's big paw but I couldn't keep my eyes off Mr. Reaper as he cut through the crowd. It wasn't like the old saying, 'a hot knife through butter'. It was more like a blade of fire and ice cutting through butter... Mr. Reaper sliced right through the crowd with each step and those that gave him way just seemed to freeze.

Then I saw exactly where he was going.

There was a big guy, a human with a thick beard and dressed all in leather. Looked like a real bruiser. Hairy, big muscles - had a bit of a gut - but he was way taller than Mr. Reaper and had huge hands that could easily crush the club owner's head with a single gesture.

I was worried.

Mr. Reaper was intimidating... but this guy... this guy was a monster.

"Drake, come on," Keith urged.

"But Mr. Reaper..." I pulled my hand away from him and headed to the crowd.

"Drake!"

Ignoring the crush of my life, I watched as the crowd made a distinct circle around the huge guy and Mr. Reaper. As much as I wanted to go and help my boss, there was just this... aura about Mr. Reaper that was repelling us. Only the guy he faced off against managed to withstand it and even then, he was shaky on his feet.

But it was obvious he was drunk.

"Julius McCormick," Mr. Reaper said in his calm, smooth drawl. "I believe you have had enough for today."

"Whassat?" the man grumbled. "Who the hell are you!?"

The crowd gasped... me amongst them.

No one spoke to Mr. Reaper like that... drunk or not.

Oddly enough, the irritation in Mr. Reaper's face faded and he smiled benignly at the man. "My name is Jacob Reaper, Julius. I am the owner and proprietor of this fine establishment."

"So? Why ya messin' my groove?"

"Because, Julius. You are being very disruptive. You injured Aaron over there." Mr. Reaper gestured at the guy that stood next to me and, for the first time, I noticed the poor man had a black eye.

"He was a wimp! Just like you, short stuff!" Julius examined Mr. Reaper. "Ey... you're pretty good lookin'... Wanna come take a ride?"

"I would rather not," Mr. Reaper said curtly. "However, you are going for a trip."

All Reaper did was raise his hand and click his fingers.

Instantly, Julius McCormick fell to the ground... asleep.

Not for the first time, I wondered if the way Mr. Reaper worked was through hypnotism.

"Conrad," Reaper said calmly, "kindly escort Mr. McCormick outside and call him a cab. His address is with Gwendolyn."

Conrad came lumbering forward, hefting McCormick on his massive shoulder with one easy gesture. "Yes, Mr. Reaper."

Mr. Reaper simply waved his hands and everyone started dancing again.

Geez... He had everyone on mind control or something...

And yet... here I was his willing pawn.

Yikes...

Mr. Reaper approached us. "I am sorry you had to see that display. Being a nightclub, we do occasionally get the drunkards and the rambunctious."

Questions were fluttering all over in my head... and butterflies were in my stomach. "How did you -?"

Keith placed a paw on my shoulder and shook his head.

I could take a hint.

Do not ask Jacob Reaper how he does stuff.

Taking that as a cue, Keith and I followed Mr. Reaper into the back rooms. Once again, I was struck by just how easily sound could be blocked once we passed through those two red doors. We were just plunged back into utter silence and that was scary.

I was getting first-time jitters again.

"Mr. Doubah lives in the suburbs," Mr. Reaper explained, striding casually across the velvet carpet. "He has a wife and two children, both daughters."

I froze.

"W - Wait... He's got a family and he's here?"

Mr. Reaper turned to me, his features completely impassive. "I do not question why our clients choose to come here. Neither should you. Mortal fate shall and always will be in mortal hands. It is their choice to participate in these actions as it is yours. This is why I am giving you this briefing, Drake. It is still not too late to back out."

Okay... Sleeping with a rich guy who needed to get his rocks off was one thing... But sleeping with a guy who had a family!?

That was where I drew the line even if it was with Keith.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reaper," I said firmly, stepping back. "I can't do that. I can't play part in ruining a family."

"I can respect that, Drake."

"I can't do it either, Mr. Reaper," Keith whimpered softly.

"It is your choice, Keith. I will just find someone else to fill the allocated slots." Mr. Reaper regarded the book he was holding. "Hmmm... It seems I have two openings, however. Drake, would you like to service a Mr. Ken Lawson? He is a policeman. Single. Openly gay but is afraid to open himself up to his peers for fear of prejudice."

Okay, that, I could live with.

"Yeah, sure."

"Through Door 16," Mr. Reaper said, gesturing at one of the many doors that flanked the hallway.

Once again my eyes locked on the double doors at the end of the hallway. I guessed they were Mr. Reaper's office and I knew a lot of my other co-workers thought the same but no one had ever been through those doors except for Gwendolyn. I once caught her heading through there with some reports that I guessed were for our boss.

Taking a deep breath, I oddly found myself a little hard.

The transformation was the best part in my opinion. Becoming someone else, feeling the power of them flowing through me and adopting that different personality... There was nothing that could compare to it. I'll admit that I was sort of leaving the real world for some fantasy but hey, you got to enjoy what you do, right?

And I enjoyed becoming someone else.

I stepped through Door 16 and once again found myself in the mirror-covered 'Change Room'. The pun wasn't lost on me after my first transformation.

I shut the door behind me and walked over to the pedestal which a book sat. This book contained the form that I needed to sign. My client would have filled out their preferences on what kind of person they wanted to service them.

This guy seemed pretty vanilla from the ones Keith kept telling me about. He once had a guy that was really into feet... and Keith's body had huge feet. Almost as big as his own body and all Keith did was moan and groan as the horny bastard sucked off his toes.

Yeah, weird.

Glad this guy, Ken Lawson, was pretty easy. Obviously, Mr. Reaper sensed my discomfort and wasn't about to go making me go into the extremes after I was about to commit adultery... gay adultery.

Lawson was a police officer and he wanted a surfer of all things. I never surfed in my life... except on the web but that doesn't really count. The build was athletic and blonde hair. Of course. Blue eyes. Traditional.

Under species, it said 'Canine'.

Obviously, I'd be doing it 'doggy style' tonight.

Under 'Penis Size' it said '16 inches'...

Damn... If this guy was a policeman, he probably wanted to dominate me... and if he wanted me to have a 16 inch cock, I just wondered what kind of cock he had.

I wasn't gay but hell, that made me drool.

With a shaking palm, I signed my name slowly and deliberately on the bottom of the sheet.

I set down the pen and watched.

My signature transformed. Unlike the previous signature, this one was pretty cool. Stylised and curly. I could barely make it out.

It said 'Damon Sanders'.

Overpowering heat suddenly washed over him like fresh, hot blood was being pumped into my veins. I couldn't help but groan and I staggered back. My back pressed against the mirrors and I slid down its length, panting uncontrollably as sweat began pouring out of my pores, soaking me. My human stench was quickly getting replaced by that wet-dog smell and I couldn't help but grin as I regarded my reflection in to opposing mirror.

I shuddered as I felt my body twist and roil beneath my clothes. It felt like someone was grabbing my legs and pulling at them, stretching my muscles and bones as they went. My pants began quickly riding up my legs I grinned as the light dusting of red hair there began to thicken and puff out into a nice, coating for brown fur. My calves ballooned out, packing on the mass and with nice, plump veins pulsing through them.

There was a brief instant of panic when I felt my feet pulsing, growing in mass and lengthening. I was wearing my favourite shoes but then I remembered Gwendolyn always somehow managed to replace our clothing exactly as we had them even after we had torn them to shreds in our transformation. Another part of Jacob Reaper's 'magic'.

My grin broadened as my feet burst from my shoes, ripping right through the seams and revealing huge footpaws covered in dark brown fur and with a nice set of sharp claws at the ends of my toes. I felt the transformation take to my thighs, adding meat to my skinny frame and stretching my pants to their limit.

To hell with it!

I seized my pants and tore them right off, loving the feel of the cold air against my overheating thighs. Brown fur crawled up from my calves, past my knees and all over my enlarged thighs. Wow they were thick. Probably not as thick as when I was Denver Stone but still way better than what I had before.

I whimpered as the heat just seemed to leave my groin area alone. Then I realised I was whimpering and turned to the other mirror. I reached towards my face, watching it stretch into a definitive canine shape. It wasn't painful. It felt like I was pushing my muzzle out of a thick, rubber screen. New smells and sensations filled me as I took a long whiff from my new, black nose.

The burning head crawled all over my face as brown fur spread all over my skin. I could feel every strand of fur growing like a thousand tiny pinpricks that left me shivering for more. With each pinprick, my body changed and grew. My hands became paws, my palms becoming covered in thick leathery pads and my nails elongating into nice, sharp, black claws. The forearms that would've made twigs laugh packed on the muscle, getting a nice vein running across from my wrist down to the nook of my elbow where it temporarily disappeared before pressing up against my nice, rounded bicep. I rolled my new, plump shoulders, lifting my arm and sniffing my armpit to get the scent of my new, canine body.

It was a heavenly odour... Totally me...

More me than... Than even I ever smelled like.

I groaned as my chest began broadened ripping right through my shirt, nice round pecs forming and a six pack appeared against my thick fur. A soft whimper came from my muzzle as I lifted my body off the floor to let my tail surge out and wag excitedly behind me.

A groan escaped my muzzle as all the power of the transformation suddenly focused into one point.

My cock.

I was still wearing my brief at that point and my eyes boggled as a visible tent began to form against them. That feeling of being contained by a thick film of rubber intensified as my arousal grew and grew! It was pushing hard against the white of my briefs, staining it me my precum. I wanted to free that 16 inch monster but I was paralysed with ecstasy.

Loud whimpers and moans were escaping my muzzle and my long, flat tongue was rolling off the side of my muzzle as I humped the air madly. With each pump, I felt my dick grow longer and thicker, pressing up against my briefs until -

Rrrrrip!

SPLAT!

"Oh god!"

My hot, molten cum splattered all over my chest and muzzle, staining my awesome, luscious, brown fur with my salty seed. I was still thrusting into the air long after I stopped splattering cum all over myself and the wave of the afterglow hit me like a soothing, warm blanket.

All I wanted to do was curl up, lick myself clean and then take a nap there and then.

But the last bit of my transformation took shape as all the heat piled into my balls, inflating my furry sacs and filling them with more and more cum.

Suddenly, I was ready for another round.

I stood up and stared at myself in the opposite wall-mirror.

"Hello Damon Sanders," I crooned.

I was hot.

An Alsatian with nice, luxurious fur, a trim bod that showed through the fur despite its length and I had to be close to pushing seven feet. My blond hair was cut short, not the typical long and wavy like most surfers but I looked rugged especially with the blonde goatee I had. And my eyes... a sparkling sky-blue with so much life.

Hell yeah.

I had to get dressed for the part, though.

I slid side one of the mirrors to find a full set of surfer gear waiting for me. I decided to forego the full-body wetsuit and just chucked on a pair of board shorts and a pair of sandals. I wasn't even putting on underwear. I was feeling hot, horny and eager and I had no intention of a pair of briefs or boxers stopping me from my fun.

One thing caught my eye though.

A small, wolf's head charm that was attached to a black string. I instantly loved it. My neck was a lot thicker now so the little necklace actually looked more like a choker than anything else but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I absolutely loved it.

Taking a deep breath, I strutted towards the door that would lead me to my client. I was already preparing myself to let Damon Sanders take over. It was really an easy process. Just stop thinking. My body knew what to do.

I stepped through the door...

... and was a little surprised to find myself in what had to be a beach house. The distinct aroma the sea hit me and I instantly wanted to dive in those waters and surf a little. It was the middle of the night, the moon was out and shining, the stars were out to play and I was standing in one of those open bedrooms of a beach house. The floor was made of bamboo, there was a large, queen-sized bed with a lot of pillows and a sliding door opposite to me that was wide open, giving direct access to the beach. Gossamer curtains billowed in the soft, sea breeze that came through the sliding door.

There was a surfboard sitting at the base of the bed.

And yet... no Mr. Ken Lawson.

Weird...

I had always assumed the clients would be waiting for me...

Shrugging I waited patiently by the bed, trying to resist the urge to grab the surfboard and head out to catch some waves.

I heard a loud whump behind me.

Mr. Lawson was on his way.

I jumped into the bed, tried to look as sexy as possible and waited.

The door slowly opened and out stepped one hunky Dobie!

He was huge. Taller than me - in my current form - bursting with so much muscle that it nearly tore apart his police uniform. His thighs were gorgeous, so big that they were rubbing against one another and shaped his package perfectly! And his eyes... the most beautiful, soft blue that were just like Keith's!

I may not be sleeping with Keith tonight but Lawson was close enough!

"Hey there," I greeted in my most sultry voice. My voice was a lot deeper now and I seriously hoped it was enough to get Mr. Lawson interested.

Sadly... it wasn't.

Lawson's eyes just dropped and he sighed. "I'm sorry, man, I just... I just can't do it..."

Damn... What a mood killer...

I sat up and frowned. "What's wrong... I'm not what you wanted?"

Lawson whimpered and looked torn. "No... You're exactly what I wanted... just... No who."

Wow... Talk about hitting close to home.

I patted the bed beside me. "Tell me about it. I can't have the guy I want mostly because he's taken..."

"Huh..." Lawson sat down beside me, his weight tilting the bed slightly towards him. "The guy I'm with is straight... Though I know he has a crush on me and I know he's fooled around with a guy or two..."

I sympathised with Lawson, I really did. "That's tough." I reached over and patted his muscular shoulder. It was firm and strong. "So you like surfers?"

"Love 'em," Lawson sniggered. "There's just the whole 'coming out of the water thing' that's got me going. Their trim, lean bodies. Water glistening off their muscles..." He was shamelessly checking me out. "Oh, and beach sex..." He rolled his eyes. "Hot!"

That got me giggling. "Want me to do that for you now?"

The policeman shook his head. "Nah." He grinned at me. "What about you? What are you into policemen?"

I raised my eyebrows and smirked. "In general, guys in uniform."

"Get out," Lawson laughed, bumping my shoulder lightly. "Really?"

I laughed and nodded, blushing lightly. "Yeah! Football uniforms too. I like my guys big, muscled and hot."

Lawson flexed a bicep for me, his muscles straining the seams of his uniform. "You mean like this?"

I got hard.

"Yes please..." I whimpered.

Slowly, Lawson reached down and wrapped his huge arms around me, slowly pulling me in close. My muzzle was pressed up against his huge chest and I got a whiff of his scent. 'Meaty' was all I could think of. It was like raw, muscular beef. He smelled a lot like Keith.

Yes, I smell Keith a lot. He's a jock, he stinks and it drives me wild. Sometimes, I even sniff his jockstrap from time to time.

Lawson wasn't Keith but he was really close.

Part of me felt a little guilty for substituting Keith for Ken but, you know what? No way I would get Keith. He's with Conrad and obviously not interested in a shrimp like me.

So, I decided to make do with what I had.

"Let me let you in on a secret," Ken whispered into my ear, a big grin on his face.

"Wh - What...?" I whispered, my muzzle - and cock - quivering.

"I'm a bottom."

Score!

One of my greatest fantasies was to drive my cock into Keith's ass.

Still not gay though.

Ken Lawson slowly pulled me up to his face and our lips met. There were a few seconds of tentative licking. I wasn't used to being canine so I wasn't sure how exactly I was supposed to kiss him but when our tongues brushed against one another, Damon Sanders completely took over. I dove straight into his muzzle, twisting my head so that I could get the maximum coverage and wrapping my arms around his thick, muscular neck.

I pushed him down on the bed, ravaging his muzzle, diving for his tonsils. He was moaning, grunting in pleasure and thrusting upwards into my groin.

He wanted me... and I wanted him.

I pulled my paws away from his neck scouring for the buttons on his shirt. He pulled away from our kiss and growled. With a loud roar, he seized his shirt and ripped it right off his chest. My cock saluted his perfectly chiselled chest. He took three ragged breaths before we dove at each other again. I veered away from his muzzle, savagely licking his neck and feeling the hot, pulsing veins against my tongue and lips. I rubbed my bare chest against his, groaning as my nipples brushed against his rock-hard pecs and abs.

Ken removed the remnants of his shirt and rapidly began unbuttoning his pants. He yanked them off swiftly and I stared at his gorgeous, bright-red pink cock. Had to be at least 11 inches long. Gorgeous!

"Come on, surfer boy," he grinned, "show my yours."

I smirked and sat up. The tent in my pants was obvious but since they were board shorts, they had a lot of elasticity. It was still well hidden but erect enough that it was teasing him.

"Why don't you frisk me, officer?"

"It called a strip search," he replied with a grin. Lightning-fast he seized my shorts and tore them off. I just stood still and proudly as my enormous, 16 inch cock stood proudly before him. I swear, I could see his soft, blue eyes take the shape of my cock like those cartoons.

"Just like I imagined..." he whispered.

"Come on, officer," I taunted, swinging my member tauntingly, "I'm armed and dangerous."

Ken was lost.

He just dove right at my cock, wrapping his muzzle around it sending his tongue swirling all over my thick, veiny member. A loud moan escaped me as I felt my knees go terribly weak. I had to grab the back of his head for support but that barely helped. He was bobbing up and down the length of my cock so fast I was losing my balance.

Ken wrapped his lips over his fangs so that wouldn't cut me and the smooth, frictionless run of his muzzle was driving me wild. I had never gotten a blowjob before but after this, I resolved to get one as much as possible. This was simply amazing! His tongue then began poking my cumslit, driving me wild and sending waves upon waves of searing hot pleasure vibrating down the length of my cock, shaking my entire body.

"Oh god! Ken! Yes!"

Suddenly, Ken pulled away and scrambled around on the bed, offering his rear to me.

"Come on, surfer boy," he growled. "Ride this wave."

There was no need to invite me twice.

I practically pounced at him, running my paws over the huge muscles of his mountainous back. I massaged his ass, loving the perfect shape of that bubble butt. I gave it a little slap and Ken moaned in ecstasy.

Grinning, I said, "Spread 'em, Officer Lawson."

Ken spread his legs as far apart as they would go and I slowly teased me enormous cock into that tight, pink pucker. The instant the tip of my canine hard-on touched that ring of flesh, an electric shock ran through my entire body. Suddenly... It was like I knew this was exactly how things were meant to be.

Except... Instead of Lawson, I saw Keith.

Keith... who was begging me to mount him.

Keith who was so ferociously turned on by me...

Keith... who would be mine...

I couldn't stop myself...

I pushed myself deeper and deeper into him, relishing the warm embrace of his insides against my monster cock. The interior muscles clenched against my meat, squeezing more and more of my precum from me and driving me closer to the edge. I moaned as I reached over his enormous, broad, chiselled chest, pressing myself against his back and seizing his cock.

His paw wrapped around my own and together, we began pumping his manhood. The slick, hot wetness in my paws spread and having him touch my paw was truly heaven. I imagined it was Keith... I imagined that I had Keith's cock in my paw and that was Keith's paw around mine...

We were rutting like wild animals, thrusting wildly. Ken reached over his back, taking hold of the back of my head and pulling me closer to his face. That drove me deeper into him and he arched his back. He turned his head and our lips met only for a second. Because the next second, we were all over each other again. It was next to impossible to wrap our muzzle around each other so all we did was lather each other with kisses and licks.

I ran my tongue over his ears, over his face under his chin. He nibbled on the tips of my ears, kissed my cheek and brushed his tongue against my goatee. Feeling his hot, muscular body beneath me and around my member was too much.

"Oh god... Oh Ken! KEN!"

I don't know where it came from but as I screamed his name, a howl built in my chest. I arched my back as my cock exploded into him, my cum pouring deep into his ass. I didn't notice it at first but I felt him go rigid beneath me and his howl rise alongside my own. It was then that I felt his hot semen against my paw, his cock jerking violently in my grip.

I expected the wave of transformation to wash over me again like it had the last time I had serviced someone... but apparently not. I guess Ken Lawson wasn't one for muscle growth.

Oh well...

I was kind of disappointed I didn't get to use my canine cock to its full extend. I felt my knot bouncing on the edge of Ken's ass but I hadn't managed to tie with him. Which was probably for the best. If anything, the one person I wanted to tie with was Keith.

We collapsed onto the mattress. I pulled out of him and he turned to face me, making loud squishing noises as his cum and my own matted our fur together. His huge, muscular arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, our cum gluing us together. Our lips met and there was passion there, lots of love.

I didn't know who Ken was fantasising about but it filled me with satisfaction that I could be that person for him at least for a little while.

I got something out of it too. I got to fantasise about Keith...

Ken might even be one of my 'regulars'.

Certainly wouldn't mind that.

****

When I woke up, I was surprised to see that I was still in bed with a Ken... I would've guessed that being a policeman, he would've gone off by now. I was back to my human form, of course, and I hoped that wouldn't disappoint him.

On second thought...

I had probably leave.

I wasn't sure if any of Mr. Reaper's clients knew the 'magic' that went on inside the rooms and I didn't want to be the one to break that secret.

Then again... we were still in a room that somehow had a beach scene against my back when we were clearly in a building in the middle of the city.

If that didn't scream 'weird' I didn't know what did.

Slowly, I prised myself from Ken Lawson's grip and grimaced at the stickiness between us. His black fur was a lot thicker than I remembered.

He mumbled loudly in his sleep and pulled me closer to him, pressing my cheek against his glorious pecs.

I was trapped in his grip!

"Hmmmm... Drake..."

I froze.

How did he know my name!?

I pulled away to stare at his face...

... my jaw dropped.

"Keith!?"

He instantly woke...

... and Keith Towson's bright, blue eyes stared at mine in horror.

"Drake!?"