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"If it's something you want to do, I don't mind going along with it," Stephen murmured, snuggling into Frankie's neck and staring past his shoulder at their laptop screen. Prickly stubble teased at the younger man's neck as he pressed gentle kisses along the sensitive skin, hands roaming downward to squeeze Frankie's midsection, fingers playing across his stomach. "I want you to know that you're enough for me, anyway. We don't have to experiment if you're uncomfortable, and I'm more than happy on my knees in front of you."

Leaning into Stephen's teasing touch, Frankie let the older man's talented hands lift his shirt and grope his soft midsection, dipping lower toward his awakening tent. "I know, babe. There's nothing wrong with our relationship. I promise." Reaching up to take a fistful of Stephen's hair and silencing the resulting moan from his dominating tug with a mouthful of sloppy tonguing, he kissed his fiance, biting playfully at Stephen's quivering lower lip. "Think of it as a fun experience."

"Dammit. There's no way we can reschedule? I want your dick in my mouth." Stephen groaned, his lips shined by their combined drool and his green eyes darting to Frankie's bulge. Frankie knew that look; if he let Stephen anywhere near his cock, he wouldn't be moving until the older man edged him into fucking his face. As fun as it sounded, they could fuck whenever they wanted. Rafael's shop promised something different, an experience neither of them would forget.

"There'll be plenty of time for that at the shop. The ad says there are aphrodisiacs available, so maybe you'll get multiple rounds out of me." Standing, Frankie adjusted the tent that Stephen's tender ministrations gave him and patted Stephen's ass, slipping his arm through the older man's. "Oh, and I checked. The owner's a unicorn. You know what that means. Horse cock." Grinning, Frankie mimicked stroking a gigantic phantom dick, knowing that Stephen's inner size-queen would jump at the chance.

"Fuck. Why didn'cha say so?" Visibly excited, Stephen fixed his glasses, nearly pulling Frankie's larger frame through the front door. "How big do you think he is? I wonder if he's willing to top." Without bothering to ask for directions, the older man led Frankie by his arm, his shorts bunching up and showing off his chubby ass.

"You're such a butt slut." Chuckling, Frankie locked the door behind them and smacked Stephen's ass, leashing the older man with a hand down his pants and slipping two fingers between his cheeks to tease Stephen's hole. Raising an eyebrow, he laughed as the shorter man instinctively arched his back to push back. "Not that you're ashamed of it. Is that lube I'm feeling?"

"It's not my fault that you're big. Have to stretch every day so I can be ready." Biting his lower lip and leaning against Frankie as he walked, every movement threatening to stuff the taller man's fingers into his ass, Stephen shivered. Steps swayed clumsily as the slow circle of Frankie's finger guided him toward their destination, his breath coming in short pants barely inconspicuous enough to keep them from being caught. "Dammit, babe. Keep that up, and you'll have me sitting on your dick in the middle of the street."

"Fine, fine. I'll be good. You know, I can't resist teasing you."Withdrawing his hand and wiping his moist fingers across his jeans, Frankie grinned as his phone beeped and an electronic voice announced their arrival. "After you." He said with an exaggerated bow, stepping down the two concrete steps to an unassuming, peeling black door and holding it open.

"This horse cock better be amazing, or I'm breaking out the prostate massager when we get home and edging you until you beg." Stephen pouted, adjusting his bulge and walking through the dimly lit doorway. "You've got me all tingly and needy."

They strode through the hallway until they reached a crudely painted door with the words 'Knock three times for Rafael. Solicitors fuck off." in dripping red paint that would look less out of place in a horror movie. Frankie knew that magical services tended to be shady, but he couldn't help but wonder if they were walking into a serial killer's den. Their surroundings were one blood splash away from looking like a B-movie set.

Three knocks later, an exasperated unicorn answered the door, an annoyed look on his face despite his skimpy leather outfit. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the doorway. "You're an hour late. Are you trying to waste my time?" Eying both of them and tossing neon pink hair to the side, the equine huffed. "You're lucky you're both cute."

"Uh. Aren't we early?" Frankie brought out his phone, showing it was only 5:45. Their appointment was at 6, and they were supposed to have the whole night set aside. Regardless, it was hard to take his eyes off the barely contained bulge threatening to rip open shiny leather. It wasn't often that he found himself attracted to someone as feminine as the unicorn, but something about his gruff demeanor and confidence made Frankie wonder what he'd sound like with a cock inside him.

"Fucking temporal desynchronization. Never could get my clocks to work right." Waving the two humans through the door, Rafael led them to a room full of leather furniture and a wall of jars labeled in a language Frankie couldn't decipher, along with about two dozen doors lining the walls, ceiling, and even the floor. "Take a seat." He nodded toward a leather loveseat that looked freshly cleaned and slightly moist. "You can strip if you want. I assume you'll be bare-assed in a few minutes anyway."

The unicorn swept the doors from the walls, stacking them into a single heavy iron door that somehow melted together, leaving no trace of the others, then locked itself with a heavy thunk, a bar settling across it. "Business connections. You know how that shit is. Cheaper to hijack a doorway than to franchise." Magicking away the wall of jars in much the same way, Rafael dusted his hands, leaving the room looking closer to a sex dungeon than the whimsical gateway it was seconds before. "Now, I assume you know what you want? Sex magic isn't cheap, but I can cure your floppy cock, overly tight ass, or erm-" Taking on a mean-spirited grin and chuckling as though enjoying the thought, the unicorn mimed jacking off an invisible cock. "Anything premature."

"N-Nothing like that, I promise." Frankie blushed, disarmed by Rafael's blunt, crass attitude. Still, the juxtaposition of cute features and unfiltered sass tightened his pants. For the first time, he felt the desire to tame someone. Stephen was easy enough to control in bed, but Rafael looked like a rough ride. Idly, he wondered if he should have brought a cowboy hat. After all, he would do his damnedest to ride a horse tonight. Fuckin' giddyup.

"What Frankie means to say-" Already shirtless and showing off his hairy salt and pepper chest, Stephen started to peel off his pants, his proud four inches connected to the inside of his underwear by a string of pre. "-Is that we're looking for a fun experience. Your ad said you had aphrodisiacs available, and from what Frankie showed me, you can do certain kinky things with magic. Maybe you can pull a rabbit out of my ass?" He added with a shit-eating grin.

Grinning, Rafael watched as Frankie followed suit, his eyebrow lifting once the younger man's pants peeled back and his cock sprang up. "That I can. I could pull a lot more than a rabbit out of there." He said, his finger whirling and leaving lingering lines in the air until a crude picture of a dick hung above his head. "I'd usually rely on potions, but they're a bit picked over. Some friends left glowing reviews before I branched out, so every couple falling out of love has visited me for a taste of passion. Would you be interested in helping me test out a new product?" His words sounded slightly ominous but not malicious. What sort of side effects could magical sex toys have? "If it doesn't work out, you'll get a refund, and I'll make it worth your while, regardless."

"Can we get that fun up front?" Stephen asked, his fingers slipping between his legs to unabashedly finger himself, using the thin drool of pre from his cock to mix with the lube already inside him. "Frankie promised a horse cock." Without any embarrassment, he showed off his well-used hole, puffy and effortlessly stretched and glistening with wetness.

"Straight to the point. Hmm. Well, the night is young. I'm sure I can fool around before we get out the toys." Smirking, Rafael rewarded Stephen's tease with the heavy flop of a horse cock longer than Frankie's, though not as thick, outside of the flare at the tip. Alongside his lithe, feminine frame, it looked even more intimidating, slapping against his smooth stomach as he wiggled his hips, letting his leather outfit fall to the floor.

Without skipping a beat, he crossed the distance between them, though he didn't go for Stephen's upturned ass first, instead slipping to his knees between Frankie's legs. "We'll need a little help first, though. You're willing to provide some lube, aren't you?" Rolling soft lips against the head of Frankie's cock, he brought the younger man's hands to the back of his head, his blunted horn jabbing against Frankie's stomach.

Slow licks teased along Frankie's shaft, admiring its size in a way he'd grown used to, albeit with a more prickly mouth. Taking hold of the unicorn's head, he guided a wide, slippery tongue to tease the space under his head, moaning as steaming breath rolled over his greedy cock. Parting Rafael's lips with a slow thrust, he let his head loll against Stephen's shoulder, feeling his dick glide into heated silk.

Rafael was less of a tease than Stephen. Rather than the soft licks and focus on the head that got him squirming and begging for release at home, Rafael dived down his entire length, shining his cock and leaving thin trails of drool to drip down his balls. There was no finesse, no worship. It was as though the unicorn demanded his finish, his glowing eyes making it clear who was in charge. Frankie was a fool to think he could break THAT bronco. If anything, he was sure Rafael would have both of them on leashes by the time he finished.

Fucking the unicorn's mouth with wild abandon, Frankie lost track of time, only feeling the tingling, coiling sensation in his stomach and trickling sweat rolling down the small of his back to pool against the leather. While no one could compare to Stephen's masterful mouth, Rafael was a close second, and he felt like those eyes would hypnotize him. As though Rafael dominated him, despite his rolling hips and clenching grip, he never showed any signs of discomfort, taking every hard thrust into his bulging throat.

Once Frankie reached his peak, the unicorn broke his grip, raising his head to roll his tongue over the fountaining head, working his lips against the underside and allowing every drop to fill his mouth, slickening his tongue's flicking rhythm. Pulling back, he kissed the crown, then opened his mouth, letting his hard-earned load drip down to his palm. "Mmm. Productive, aren't you? Should make this easier." Standing, he turned his attention to Stephen's spread legs, bringing his fleshy appendage to bear and slathering Frankie's load over it with slow strokes.

Panting, with his cock drooling against his stomach, Frankie watched that massive flared dick slide out of view, rolling against his fiance's hole. Inch after inch, it made its way into Stephen, the head pressing against that chubby stomach and bouncing with each pulse of the unicorn's shaft, creating a lewd bulge. Strangely, he was a bit jealous. What would their relationship be like if he could stretch Stephen that well?

"Fuck, you're a sloppy fuck. Never felt a hole this hungry." Gripping Stephen's thighs, Rafael paused, hunching over him to press glistening, still cum-coated lips against Stephen's, his tongue silencing the moaning man's words and sharing Frankie's flavor. Slow and steady, he rocked his hips, moving the lewd bulge in Stephen's stomach and making the man's green eyes roll in his head. "How about we turn this into a sandwich?" With a devilish smile, he released Stephen's lips, twirling a finger and catching a bottle that appeared from the hastily drawn symbol. "Scoot in closer, handsome. I want to watch what this does while I make your boyfriend cum his fuckin' brains out."

Too spaced out to do anything but listen to the unicorn's instructions, Frankie moved closer, arm draped over his fiance's shoulders as he watched Stephen's dick pulse in time with each thrust, flinging pre onto his hairy, bouncing stomach. Distracted for a moment by Stephen's clinging fingers seeking his, he turned his attention back to his cock when he felt a heated tingle at the base of his cock. An electric blue slime poured from the bottle, pooling against his cock, and to his amazement, it twitched, lifting a tendril as though scenting the air.

The slime reached out, showing a slightly alarming level of sentience in its slow, deliberate movements, questing against his dick and slowly working its way around it, encircling him in tingling warmth. As he watched, it tightened its grip, bringing his softened cock to half-hardness as its gooey body worked its way upward, sending gooey appendages forward, then pulling itself along the trail they made.

By the time it reached Frankie's tip, he was at full mast, its slippery surface meeting his pre, then pausing as if tasting it. Suddenly, like a cobra striking at its prey, it dove into his cockslit, corking his cock as rhythmic contractions rolled its bulk along his dick. Every push stretched Frankie's manhood and sent more addictive tingles through his body, leaving him to hump upward, too lost in the sensation to worry about where the slime might be going. As long as it felt this good, the thing could live in his balls if it wanted.

Pausing mid-thrust to Stephen's moaned annoyance, Rafael watched the slime's entrance, reaching over to heft Frankie's balls in his palm. "Interesting. I thought this little guy would work you up, not cause any changes. I'll have to contact my seller." Massaging Frankie's swelling orbs as they grew to a size that would put most feral animals to shame, Rafael pondered their overflowing slosh. "How does it feel? No pain?"

"Fucking awesome." Frankie managed to moan as his cock spit its approval, coating his stomach in a sticky spiderweb of translucent pre. "It's like someone's fucking my cock, but so deep inside that, I can barely-" Suddenly, he felt intense pressure, his words trailing off into what he could only describe as a growl. Ropes of blue slime, mixed with cum, shot from his dick, spraying over Frankie's body as well as his own and emptying his freshly grown balls, though they didn't lose any of their swollen bulk.

Barely conscious, Frankie could only watch as the slime on Stephen's stomach migrated into a single mass, heading for his cock. With all his energy drained by the slime's efforts, he huffed, the tingling sensation intensifying as his heavy balls gurgled ominously. An intense, bone-deep itch settled over his body, originating from the churning slosh between his legs, and as he watched, his chest hair began to brighten, taking on an orange and black tiger stripe pattern.

Trying to call out for help with words that devolved into animalistic whimpers, Frankie's panic fell on deaf ears. Rafael had abandoned him, leaning over Stephen and rocking his hips in an unmistakable rhythm. His fiance clung to the horse's thrusting body, clearly enjoying the effects that Frankie had moments before.

Slowly, the tiger-striped fur took over, leaving Frankie's body coated in a silky fur pelt. That was only the beginning, though. Bones cracked and stretched, his rapidly swelling feet growing further from his sight and his chest ballooning outward into muscled pecs that clenched, bouncing as his body twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Two more sets of nipples parted the fur on his jiggling stomach, and the cock that heaved against it wasn't his dick, though he could feel its hungry pulse. Instead of his reasonably large cock, he sported a grotesquely huge canine cock, lined with fleshy nubs and decorated with two bulging knots at the base, ready to destroy someone's hole. His tongue felt strange in his mouth, rolling sloppily like a sloppy ribbon of flesh, and his face lengthened. His nose twisted into a black pad that twitched, taking in layers of scents he could barely make sense of besides the overwhelming aroma of desire pouring from the space around him.

Stretching his fingers and toes in amazement and surveying all the changes, the hybrid creature tried to speak, only managing an ominous growl until he could wrangle his drooling tongue. The unicorn's bouncing ass caught his eye, sending a surge of hardness through his cock, and he focused on its soft bounce, licking his lips.

Unable to resist the distracted unicorn's unintentional display, Frankie heaved himself up from the couch, flopping his needy cock between those cheeks and finding a pretty pink donut. A quick push ruined its twitching puffiness, stretching him wide around the first few inches of Frankie's transformed dick, but it was surprisingly loose and stretchy despite the unicorn's surprised yelp.

"What the fuck? Dude, how fuckin' big are-?" Trailing off as he looked over his shoulder at Frankie's hulking form and dripping canine jowls, Rafael raised an eyebrow. "Fuck, I'm going to kill Freddy." Hiking his tail, he bent over, his dick slopping from Stephen's hole with a wet slurp. "Come on, big guy. I doubt you'd respect a fuckin' no, but at least try to be courteous."

Swallowing Rafael's hips in his meaty paws, Frankie shoved forward, stretching the unicorn's stomach into a pregnant bulge. Without anything on his mind but cumming, he sat down hard, using Rafael like a lithe fleshlight. Despite its accommodating inner walls, Rafael's hole was stubborn in its desire to keep Frankie's knots out. No matter how hard he pushed, the increasingly sloppy donut didn't give in, its stretched surface teasing him with its stubborn clench, and he grew frustrated, his balls drawing up and his cock bouncing hard enough to be seen in the unicorn's stomach bulge.

Finally, halfway inside the unicorn's heated innards, Frankie felt his orgasm rising, bursting forth to gush down his transformed cock to pool beneath his balls. Panting his approval, he fell backward onto the cold concrete, still bucking his hips and mashing his sloppy cock against the unicorn's ass, working it into a sloppy lather.

"Shit, dude. You're lucky I'm magically enhanced. Could have ripped my ass apart." The unicorn clenched his gaped hole, his cock dripping beneath him as he fell forward off of the hybrid wolf's lap, feeling along his stomach and wincing as a gush of off-white cum squirted from his overfilled innards. Struggling to his feet, he stood over Frankie's panting form, the soft patter of cum on concrete accompanying his scrutiny.

"What is it with guys and cocks so big they could be concealed weapons?" Grumbling, Rafael waved a hand in front of Frankie's nose. "Yo, you still in there? I need to know if I should get nullifying powder. I can't have some sex-crazed monster roaming the neighborhood AGAIN."

Circling his fingers into an 'okay' sign, Frankie sat up, his cock still rock hard and long enough to slap between his pecs. His mouth felt strange, full of a tongue far more sloppy and oversized than he was used to, and his jaw shape was far from human, but he managed to speak, his voice coming out much lower than he expected like he was growling his words. "Y-Yeah. Still here."

Crack! The unicorn slapped Frankie across the muzzle, grimacing as the motion unleashed another flood from his ruined ass. "Next time, fuckin' ask. You're packing a fucking bazooka. I could have gotten out the good lube."

"Woah." Momentarily forgotten, Stephen brought Frankie's attention back to him, but despite his voice, the creature sitting there wasn't human. Soft and squishy despite a coating of grey and white speckled scales and sporting a cum-streaked treasure trail of matching fur from his crotch up to his chest, he looked like a heavyset dragon, with only those same green eyes, blinking in confusion, remaining of his human form. "Babe? Is that you?" He asked, crossing the distance between them with halting steps on scaly paws.

As Stephen fell to his knees beside Frankie, he reached out, cradling Frankie's face and laughing. "You know, all those times we roleplayed 'werewolf and victim,' I didn't think you'd ever turn into one. You're huge!" Looking down, he poked his stomach, feeling his doughy form with a rueful chuckle. "I guess I can't talk, though. I've gained a bit too."

Enraptured by his fiance's exotic form, Frankie pulled him in for a testing kiss, clanking their teeth together before he found the right angle to put his new tongue to work. Stephen tasted as exotic as he looked, with a hint of cinnamon on his breath, adding heat to every lick, but he opened his mouth just as he always had, sucking at Frankie's drooling ribbon without any qualms.

"You're hot as hell." Stephen breathed once Frankie released him, scaly paws trailing along the two sets of nipples lining Frankie's stomach, coming to rest on his chest, squeezing his pecs, and feeling the muscular squish beneath his fingers.

A strange pressure released under his touch, and Frankie stared down at the slow massage, watching as a creamy fluid dribbled from the puffy pads of his nipples. Gods, it was like he was a combination of all his secret fetishes that could never be fulfilled, like a sex beast on the prowl for someone to ruin. Rafael wasn't accommodating enough to take him yet, but the more he looked at Stephen's new form, the more he wondered how a dragon's ass would feel.

"I know that look." Chuckling, Stephen pinched Frankie's nipples with a playful smile. "You want to see if this'll fit, don't you?" Cradling Frankie's cock in his paw, he stroked as best as he could, his palm unable to fit around the knot. "Want to be my big, strong werewolf? Pin me down and fill me with your pups?"

"Fuck." Frankie could never resist Stephen's dirty talk. Cock jumping against eager fingers, he moved with renewed vigor, pressing Stephen into the puddle below. Bubbly ass cheeks called to him, wobbling as a thick tail lifted to show off a glistening pucker, still shining with the unicorn's efforts but sadly unfilled. Swiping his tongue over the delicious sight, he slathered it in wolf drool, digging his claws into chubby cheeks and spreading them wide, then hunching over the dragon's soft presentation.

Each inch that sank into Stephen's hole felt like heaven. Unlike Rafael, he wasn't tight at all, but he made up for it with glorious, sweltering heat and wetness. Like molten silk around his cock, the dragon's innards welcomed him, swallowing every inch without complaint. Holding himself over the clenching dragon, he lowered himself until his knot knocked at the dragon's entrance, only to slip inside easily, triggering a gentle, milking spasm.

"So fucking big." Squirming as the second knot slurped into him, Stephen pushed back, shaking his hips in a slow circle to work the heavy bulb in and out of himself. "Feels like you're wearing me as a condom." Falling limp as Frankie's balls pressed against his, he panted, cheek against the floor and clawed fingers clenching, his body swallowed up by Frankie's bulk.

Starting slow, Frankie let his tongue hang out, the scent of sex on the air and the heat cradling his dick, screaming at him to breed his dragon. Rafael's slap kept him at bay, though. Despite Stephen's hole seemingly being made to take huge insertions, he didn't want to risk hurting him.

Trails of milk rolled down the hybrid wolf's chest as his movements jiggled his pecs. Every push only seemed to make Stephen hungrier, his hole sucking at every inch and slurping whenever Frankie popped free, its puffy rim welcoming him with sticky, clinging need. "Come on, big boy. Give it to me." Stephen panted, shoving backward to take even more than Frankie could give.

Testing the waters with a single hard thrust, Frankie took the resulting moan as permission, grabbing chunky hips and slamming himself to the root. What followed could only be described as a feral, desperate breeding. Balls slapped against Stephen's hard enough to sound like applause, and he grew tighter, clamping down to reward every sloppy knotting.

Losing track of time, Frankie fucked his fiance across the floor, slamming hard enough to send him sliding in the puddle of mixed fluids, then dragging him back, baring his teeth and growling as his transformed instincts demanded his finish. Hunching over far enough to bite down on Stephen's shoulder, he howled his finish, pumping the dragon full of enough cum to match a football team. Sending heavy spurts down his shaft and further ruining the sloppy floor below, basting Stephen in his scent and leaving his dreamy, faraway expression to soak in the spilled seed, he thrust through his orgasm, filling the air with sounds that would make a whore blush.

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"Aw, aren't you two cute? I take it I won't be changing you back?" Rubbing his stomach and nursing a reduced bulge in his slender stomach with gentle rubs, Rafael watched Frankie rutting into his fiance's ruined ass, interrupting their third breeding of the night. Forcing Frankie to look up from his eager kiss, letting Stephen come up for air despite the gooey drool drying on his face, he seemed to have regained his poised demeanor, though his cock lazily pulsed against his stomach.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Stephen moaned, locking his legs around Frankie's waist and rubbing his swollen stomach. "I'm taking this stud home, whether he wants to go or not." With a dopey smile, he swiped his fingers over the cum staining his chest, then sucked his fingers clean.

"Hah. Fuckin' beautiful degenerates. I'd be out of business without horny dudes like you two." Trailing fingers over his stomach, Rafael played with his cock, then stood and stretched, letting it bounce heavily. "I'm feeling left out, though." He said with a mischievous tone, disappearing from view. His voice rang out from behind Frankie, and the wolf hybrid felt a cool breeze across his rump as Rafael's hands pulled his cheeks apart.

The cool breeze grew hotter as Rafael's nose slipped between cheeks, taking a deep breath and tickling one of the only spaces Frankie hadn't explored on his new body. "Let me try something a neat freak friend enjoyed. Not as much junk in Ari's trunk, but strikingly similar body type." Pressing a gentle kiss to Frankie's hole, Rafael trailed his tongue around the rim, rewarding its clench with a healthy dollop of spit.

Spreading heat followed each lick as Rafael's hands massaged jiggling cheeks, his eager tongue coaxing Frankie to surge back to life in Stephen's ass. Working him open with slow patience, he huffed the hybrid's musk, his tongue swiping from Frankie's perineum to the base of his tail before it dove in, penetrating him for the first time.

It was the wolf's turn to moan helplessly, tail wagging as Rafael worked him open with expert swipes, paws moving downward to slowly squeeze heavy, dripping wet balls and roll them in their sagging sack. It wasn't until Frankie felt like his ass would catch fire, nerves alight with a sensation he didn't recognize, that he realized. For once, Frankie wanted to be fucked. It wasn't a begrudging act to make Stephen happy; he wanted to take that cock almost as much as he needed to breed the desperate dragon beneath him.

As though he could read Frankie's mind, Rafael stood, abandoning his meal and flopping his equine shaft between the wolf's cheeks. Slowly sawing his dick between the wolf's cheeks, he slapped one cheek, his flare catching against Frankie's hole and spreading him in a slow, friction-heavy push. "I think it's time for some payback, don't you? I can't be the only one walking around with a sore ass~." Trailing off into a grunt, Rafael shoved forward, sheathing himself to the root and tugging Frankie's wagging tail, trapping the appendage in his grip.

As Rafael thrust away, showing Frankie's stinging rump no mercy, the hybrid felt a scaly paw on his cheek. Smiling up at him through a face that felt familiar, yet different, Stephen spread himself with an approving sigh, each hard shove working Frankie's oversensitive shaft in and out of that sloppy hole. Tugging him into another passionate kiss, he soothed Frankie's sore body with a soft embrace, ignoring the mess the wolf's overly productive body made of him, covering him in milk and cum.

It wasn't until the unicorn buried himself to the root, filling Frankie's virgin rump to the brim with its first seeding since its transformation, that Stephen broke their kiss, staring up at Frankie like they were alone in the universe. "Frankie?" He murmured, his tapered cock wiggling between them and adding to the musky mess. "Thanks. For bringing us here. I don't care how we look as long as I'm with you, and I haven't seen you this excited in a long time."

"Keep up that mushy stuff, and I'm going to be cumming dust before we go home." Sore and on the edge of orgasm, with his heated hole still spread by an equine cock, Frankie was already contemplating another finish despite the ache in his balls and the drying fluids covering nearly every inch of his fur. Pausing to lace his fingers through Stephen's, he touched the tip of his nose with the panting, fucked-silly dragon's, then mouthed at his neck in a love bite, surging forward and delighting in the desperate moan vibrating against his teeth. One thing was for sure; he had no plans to change back from the wild beast he'd become.