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Oh, thank god, I'm finally home... Felekar thought, letting out an audible groan and practically collapsing onto his couch. He let out a soft whine under his breath and fought hard against the urge to start grinding, his cock still half-hard in his pants, constantly rubbing against the soft fabric of his underwear. The entire front of his pants was nearly completely soaked through with pre, the flowing having never stopped once since he finally came back around to consciousness almost half a day ago...

He'd been stuck in that stall for over eight hours before the batteries in that damnable ring had finally started to die, and even then, it took another for it to get low enough for Felekar to even have a coherent thought, and another after that for it to die completely and stop making him squirm. His throat was sore, his cock, prostate, and balls all ached terribly, and he was lightheaded from dehydration.

Even after he'd calmed down, it took over two more full hours for his knot to deflate enough for him to pull free, and even then, his cock had never fully gone flaccid, always at least half-flaccid and almost constantly leaking. After tearing off that ring (and pocketing it for later use with a great deal of shame) he drank his fill from one of the sinks in the bathroom and checked the stall for anything the 'attendant' that had tortured him might have left. Aside from a couple sex toys and a little lube (which he also pocketed) there was nothing, no trace of the marsupial that had cock-fucked him and had inadvertently been turned into a carrier for whatever the hell was keeping Felekar was cumming.

He briefly wondered about the attendant, having very little clear memory of what happened once the blowjob had started, and where on earth he might have gone. Most of what he remembered was pure, soul-tearing torment from not being able to release no matter what the skilled male did to him, even if his increased sensitivity and libido from the cream had told him otherwise...

Felekar suddenly sat upright, eyes wide.

The cream.

He bolted for his bedroom, throwing the door open and scrambling to get his computer out of sleep mode. If anyone had an answer for the malodies this stuff was causing him, it would be the supplier! They had to be able to help him! He quickly navigated to their website, then the help page... FAQs, health notices, warnings... Possible side effects. Felekar scanned through the list, but nothing he saw seemed to match the inner circle of hell he'd just gone through. Spontaneous orgasms, spontaneous erections, random orgasms in females, early heat and rut cycles to applicable species and genders, agitation due to increased testosterone... Damn it, none of this was what he needed!

Felekar turned to his last hope, though the one he was praying he could avoid; email support. He hastily wrote down his problems and how long he'd been using the product, blushing as he tried not to go /too/ in detail, lest he start fantasizing and make his ever-present erection worse, and sent it off, praying that a reply would come on the shorter side of the '1-5 business days' wait time.

"And now I wait... Greeeaaat..." Felekar groaned, pushing away from his computer desk and letting out a deep sigh. He leaned his chair back and laid an arm over his head, shielding his eyes from the bright light of his room. He'd spent almost his entire day in that damned bathroom stall, and everything from his waist down was incredibly sore from the exertion of all that thrusting. Felekar yawned and stretched out a bit, grimacing at the discomfort it brought, and started to throw his clothes off, sitting completely nude in his chair after a few minutes.

"I'll deal with you later..." He grumbled, glaring at his still half-erect, highly sensitive shaft. It simply twitched in the cool air, making him let out a soft groan, and let free yet another heavy dribble of slippery precum. The fox didn't both to wipe it off, just hobbling over to his bed and sliding into it with a shiver. He had to force himself not to grind against his soft sheets as he settled in. God, he wanted to cum so bad...

It took some work, but he eventually managed to nod off, mind still buzzing with arousal that just wouldn't go away. His dreams were filled with thoughts of sex, of thrusting and being thrust into, the taste of precum on his tongue, the scents of males and females in need... And the constant ever-building need. No matter what happened, no matter what he did in his dreamscape, he simply couldn't find relief, no release. He could always feel a tingle run through his shaft, like something was being forced out, but it only made him needier, hornier, more depserate t find someone else to release into.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a change happening in his body.

The tingling itch that had started within his loins was finishing its spread upward, filling out his urethra, sensitizing it. The almost ever-present inside his prostate was getting stronger of its own accord. The abused gland felt hot and sensitive, and strong pangs of pleasure rocked through it. Nerves that normally only felt touch through flesh were stimulated directly, making the Fox's body twitch and thrust in his sleep, a warm sweat breaking out across his body. His dream suddenly became much more frantic, desperately seeking relief from the fire that was surging through his veins.

The abomination that had burrowed into it and festered within it was finally uprooting itself.

The worm-like creature slowly pulled itself forward, sliding free of the hole it had slowly formed in Felekar's prostate over the past month. It left behind a pool of sensitizing ooze, making Felekar groan in his sleep, the dreams growing yet more heated, more frantic. God, he needed to cum...

Unfortunately for him, no such thing would be coming. All the muscles and nerves needed for an orgasm were completely paralyzed, as per the parasite's work. It couldn't have its host simply ejaculating out all the eggs it had stored inside his orbs before they were ready to be deposited inside another host.

One last check to the ovipositor it had made his body grow into his urethra and it was ready to move on. The mutated creature inside Felekar started moving through its host. The fox grunted and huffed in his sleep, a tremor running through him once the tiny creature forced its way into an artery, resealing the hole it had left behind it.

It was an easy ride from there. Felekar's own circulatory system carried the parasite through his body, up through his jugular, and into his skull. With phase one of its life-cycle complete, the parasite was ready to start phase two;

Reproduction.

The migration from prostate to skull took only a few short hours, and burrowing into the frontal lobe of its host's brain took half the time. By the time the creature was situated between the two hemispheres, the sun had already begun its ascent into the sky, and Felekar was awoken by the soft chimes of bedside alarm. The fox groaned and shivered, almost feeling more tired than when he had originally went to sleep, and nearly twice as needy! He could feel the large wet spot in his sheets from all the pre that he'd produced in the night, and his mouth felt dry from dehydration, and his head was pounding for some reason, his thoughts slow and fuz-- YIPE!

Felekar hadn't been the only one to stir with his alarm clock. A grumbling mass of scales and strong musk leapt up onto the bed, pinning him down by the waist. Felekar whined and squirmed, trying to kick Percy off, but the pygmy dragon just growled and him, thick tail lashing in the air. He was hungry, and he intended to feed.

There was little Felekar could do to stop him, either. His one lazy, chubby pet had changed rapidly over the past two weeks, bulking up in muscle and growing nearly a foot in both length and height. Felekar had been meaning to take him to the vet to see just what had caused the sudden growth spurt and change in personality, but there had been more pressing matters to attend to lately. Matters that Percy seemed very interested in right now.

"Percy, down! D-Down!" Felekar commanded, continuing to try and push the dragon off, but his attempts were halfhearted at best. Something in his mind was nagging at him, something strange and almost alien. Why am I fighting against this, again? He thought, his legs falling still, Percy rumbling and starting to sniff at his owner's leaking shaft.

He always overpowers me anyway... And it feels so nice. I can just let him have what he wants, he clearly needs it... N-No, but it's wrong, I... I... Why am I fighting...?

Thoughts tumbled and fought, the pain just behind his forehead growing every time he tried to fight the flow. He'd never just given in like this. He'd been trying to train Percy not to do this, especially with the dinner par-- The dinner party!

"Percy, move, please! I have toooohhhh fuuuuuck!" Felekar pleaded, but he was met with only the warm, slick embrace of his pet's muzzle around his shaft, snout pressed against his groin. Felekar didn't stand a chance, moaning and starting to buck mere seconds after the small dragon began to suckle and lick. Pre practically shot into that awaiting cavern like a canon, and Percy had learned just were to lick to make his master squeal and leak like a waterfall.

Much to the fox's chagrin, Percy had also figured out how to use both his proboscis and his tongue at the same time since he first discovered its existence. His pet's tongue curled around his rapidly inflating knot, and that slimy, dexterous tube started to probe forward and rub at the fox's tip. It slipped lower to follow the source of that wonderfully scented precum, poking at Felekar's urethra and sucking up whatever was spilling out before diving in without a warning.

Percy grunted when he met stiff resistance, the once pliable and stretchy tunnel now much tighter. Not one to be deterred by a little tightness, he kept forcing the thin tube deeper inside his owner, sucking up all the nutrient-rich fluid he produced, ignoring the shrill screams and squeals the fox was making into the pillow now pressed against his muzzle.

Percy's little 'feeding sessions' had always been intense, but this was on a whole new level! It was like the nerves in his cock were suddenly completely exposed, no flesh to help dampen to sensation of touch rubbing against them. It almost burned, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort the probing caused. Percy had barely begun and Felekar was already starting to lose his mind once again.

The pain behind his eyes flared again, and the spots that had been dancing in front of his fairly limited vision suddenly cleared, renewing his screams of blissful agony. The intense sensations had been overloading his mind, bringing out the feral, instinct-driven part of his mind, but it was as if a switch had been flicked in his head. He was still completely and fully aware of the sensations surging through his loins, practically bringing tears to his eyes from the intensity and the need to release. He could feel himself building toward an explosive release, but he knew it would be futile, nothing but a disappointment that would just make things worse.

And so it was. Felekar was mildly surprised to find that the aches he had from overexerting himself yesterday had all but vanished, leaving only the unbearable pleasure and need to cum to tear through his consciousness. He couldn't lose himself to the instincts, he couldn't pass out from the intensity, and he couldn't get his heavy pet to stop no matter what he did.

Seconds felt like hours, and hours felt like weeks, but the mind-shatteringly intense blowjob finally started to slow, and then stop. Percy growled contentedly and gave Felekar's knot one last, long lick as he pulled off, his proboscis sliding back into his muzzle. The now-full dragon rumbled happily and licked his lips, promptly flopped over next to Felekar and curling up for a nap, asleep in under a minute.

The poor fox he'd been feeding from just trembled and twitched on the bed, eyes clenched tight, ears plastered back against his head. He let out whines and whimpers, not daring to reach down and massage his aching balls. All the other pains of yesterday's failed attempt at paying someone to bring him to orgasm were gone, but the ache in his orbs was still all too real, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He was so backed up with unspent fox spunk, the only thing worse than the dull throbbing between his legs being the almost constant tug at the back of his mind to find someone to try and mate with, to find another living creature to take his seed, willing or not. That alien feeling returned, making his thoughts fuzzy and strange again. Maybe he could call up a few of his friends for some favors... Wait...

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Felekar cursed, looking over at his clock with another whimper. It was already ten in the morning? How long had Percy been feeding?! Felekar forced himself out of bed despite the nagging urge to stay and make a few booty calls, making Percy growl as he scrambled to get up and get ready. People were supposed to be coming over in less than six hours, and he had almost nothing ready! He'd meant to get quite a few things while he was out yesterday, but that damned attendant at the glory hole and kept him stuck all day. He needed to move, and quickly... and do something about his rampant erection.

One very cold shower later, and the shivering fox was finally getting dressed. The cold water had managed to only make his strange headache worse, especially once he managed to fit that plastic chastity case over his sheath again. He could feel his trapped cock pressing against it hard, but at least it would prevent any... 'incidents' while he was gathering things for his little get-together. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone and hurried out the door, making several phone calls to party-guests to let them know they might want to arrive a little later than originally told. He was going to be working his tail off to make sure everything was set, and even then his friends might have to wait for him...

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"Thank goodness... Just in time."

Felekar sighed and flopped into the closest chair, leaning against his well-set dining table. It had taken quite a bit of rushing and more than a couple 'episodes' in public, but he'd managed to get everything he needed. The table was set, the pot roast would be done by six, and desert was in the fridge to cool. With everyone else bringing food as well, dinner was going tonight was sure to be just as delicious as it would be filling.

Now if only this damned headache would go away. Felekar sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his muzzle, but nothing seemed to relieve the pressure he felt. Not even the two painkillers he'd taken earlier had done anything to alleviate it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it didn't flare up in conjunction with the 'episodes' he had, making it hard to think straight, that nagging to mate with someone growing stronger. He'd very nearly tore his cage off and tried stroking himself in the produce isle at one point!

"Just have to keep a hold on it until the support team gets back to me... Won't be too much longer..." He mumbled, over and over, hands balling into fists once he felt that tngle start to build up in his prostate again. He kept repeating his mantra, his squirming and cage filling with precum, until finally the tingle faded. At least those were getting weaker...

Why not take the cage off and try to cum before the others show up?

Felekar grunted and squirmed in his chair, the fuzziness in his head returning. That was a very tempting offer... Surely the pressure had built up to the point that he'd be able to cum now... No, he couldn't! His friends would be here any minute! Felekar forced himself to stand, paws still balled into fists, eyes locked on the faint bulge in his pants. It'd be so easy to just slip it off and... He couldn't. He wouldn't! He fought against the intrusive thoughts, but it had been getting harder and harder as the day went on. He was starting to worry what would happen when he gave in... And giving in was starting to sound appealing...

"Oi, oi! You gonna let me in or what, fox?!" Came a shout from the door, followed by a few hard knocks. Felekar hurried around to the front of the house, grateful that someone had pulled him out of his lustful stupor. He heard a loud growl from his bedroom, but he ignored it. He wasn't about to risk Percy 'feeding' on one of his friends during dinner, not until he'd gotten the pygmy checked out.

"Hey there, Gren! You've got great timing, I just got done putting the roast in the crockpot." Felekar greeted, making space for his large friend. Gren slithered inside with a thankful nod, ducking low to avoid the doorframe. The 'naga', as he liked to be called, hastily made his way to the table to set down the steaming bowl in his hands, letting out a sigh of relief.

Felekar was still amazed at what modern science could do to someone. He'd known Gren since they were but wee things, and had grown up trying to help his friend cope with his extreme susceptivity to scale-rot. There had been more than one uncomfortable nights helping get medicine into hard-to-reach places. But, despite his brash attitude, Gren was a great person to be around, and always willing to return any favors he'd asked for.

So when he decided he was going to embark on gene therapy, Felekar had been all for supporting him. The fox was now looking at the fruits of the expensive treatment; Were once Gren had green and yellow scales, the naga now had slick, grey, shiny hide, and a fleshy spade at the end of his tai. An eel-naga, he had said. No more scale-rot, no more shedding, and he could pursue his love of swimming with a body more attuned for it. His physique showed that he'd been taking advantage of the later; The once slim and almost sickly looking naga was lean and chorded with powerful muscle, his draconic upper half even sporting a modest six-pack.

"Thank god, I was worried my hands were going to cook into the soup... How've you been, foxy?" Gren asked, slithering over to wrap Felekar in a nice hug. The fox smiled and returned the gesture, letting his paws glide over that damp, slippery hide. Gren suddenly gasped and twitched, letting his friend go and backing away.

"Hey, hey, no fair! I didn't go right for your weak spots!" He huffed, puffing out his cheeks at his snickering friend. He simply huffed audibly at Felekar and turned-- and suddenly stopped, a confused look on his face. He took in a few more breaths through his nose, sniffing the air. He'd lost a lot of his sensitive sense of smell as a result of the change in species, but he could definitely smell something other than good food stewing in the air.

"Is Percy in rut? Smells musky in here..." Gren asked, looking back at a flustered fox. Felekar scrambled for an answer, tail fluffing out in alarm.

"U-Uh, yeah, he's been acting pretty strangely lately. I've got him locked up in my room for now though, need to take him to the vet." Felekar replied, which seemed to sate his friend's curiosity. But his heart hammered in his chest; He knew that his scent had changed the past few weeks from that cream, but he didn't think that it would be that strong!

At least Gren didn't seem to be too affected by it, but Felekar could see him taking deep breaths, his tail flicking around like it always did when he was interested in something. Felekar just prayed it was because he liked the smell of the cooking roast.

"So, any word on when the others are going to arrive?" Gren asked, letting Felekar past so he could follow his gracious host to the living room.

"No, none yet I'm afraid. Tobias has to watch his son until his wife gets back from her spa appointment, and we both know Braxen is a wild card." Felekar replied, plopping onto the couch and relaxing. After a hectic month like this, he was more than happy to get the chance to just relax with friends.

Ask to mate with him. He's a friend, he trusts you. Surely he wouldn't say no.

Felekar grunted, which turned into a forced cough, drawing a quizzical look from Gren. Felekar just waved him off and reached for the TV remote, doing his best to burr he intrusive thoughts down. This might be a long night. At least it would be spent in very good company.

Felekar and Gren spent a while surfing through channels and chatting, just catching up and shooting the breeze until they could find something they were both interested in watching. They continued to chatter idly until another knock at the door came, and Felekar jumped up to answer it. Not a moment too soon, either. Those intrusive thoughts had been getting stronger and stronger...

"Hey there, Tobias! I--ACK!"

Felekar was cut off by a strong arm wrapping around his chest, hoisting him up and practically crushing him. The leonberger 'hugging' him just let out a booming laughed and stepped inside, letting the fox go after a moment.

"No need for words, Felekar! We're both happy to see each other, it's been forever, the usual shtick!" The massive canine replied, grinning down at his much smaller friend. The big guy had never been one for social rituals and nuance. His personality was about as large as he was; He was a dog that was built like a bear on steroids. His gut was a little round, but hidden under all that fluff and flab were muscles to make bodybuilders jealous, as Felekar's now sore ribs had just been reminded. Something warm and slick swiped across Felekar's hand, drawing him fro his admiration of Tobias's body to jump, and making the large canine laugh again.

"I really should have texted you, but the missus practically forced me to bring Charlie over. The rain's kept me from taking him for a walk the past couple days, and he's been driving her crazy with how restless he is. I figured he and Percy could have a bit of a playdate while we all hung out." The Leo explained, the tiny, fluffy dragon in question chirping playfully up at Felekar. The little guy was almost pure white, with only a splotch of black between his bright orange eyes. The fuzzy drake continued to nuzzle at Felekar... Then started to sniff him, his muzzle starting to draw dangerously close to the fox's groin.

Felekar gulped and stepped away, but Charlie followed, still snuffling about, trying to get between his legs or under his tail. Tobias just laughed again and gave his fox friend a pat on the back hard enough to stumble him, then moved to set a large pan on the table, the scent of freshly baked bread adding to the aromas already filling the air. The large pot he stuck on the stove in the kitchen, setting it on low heat to keep the noodles within warm.

"Fresh bread and pasta, made it myself just this morning!" Tobi announced, starting to head toward living room. Felekar was following behind, still trying to shoo Charlie away, when a great deal of commotion suddenly erupted from around the living room.

"Get off me, you fucking ogre!" Gren yelled, squirming in Tobias's grasp. The enormous dog just continued to let out his bellowing laughs, grinning like an idiot while he noogied the naga.

"I haven't seen you since you were recovering from your operation, you slithery fuck! How do the noogies feel without any tough scales to protect you now?!" The leonberger growled, rubbing harder and faster.

Felekar just sighed, a smile gracing his lips. They really needed to get together more often, he'd missed times like this... Another persistent nudge at the cage between his legs turned that smile into a frown, and he huffed down at Charlie, the little guy getting more and more 'interested' with every breath of that musky pre he took in!

"Alright, you go play with Percy!" Felekar growled, hefting the little dragon up by the scruff of his neck. He hurried to his bedroom and tossed the pygmy drake inside, quickly closing the door back before Percy got any bright ideas on leaving. There were a few growls and rumbled, followed by a few playful squeals and mrowls, making Felekar smile. Percy and Charlie had always gotten along well, at least. He just hoped whatever had gotten into his pet didn't rub off on Tobi's. Speaking of...

"You're gonna give me brain damage!" Gren shouted, finally wrapping his tail slimy around the canine's leg and giving a rough yank. Tobias was heavy, but he wasn't the most coordinated guy. The giant fell back with a loud thud leaving Gren to slither away and hide behind the couch.

"Alright, alright, I get it, your baby smooth new skin is all sensitive..." Tobias groaned, rubbing the sore spot on his head while Gren did the same. Felekar just sighed, his smile returning. It was nice to be with friends, even if they had playful squabbles like this.

Things thankfully turned down in intensity from there. The two knuckleheads calmed down and the friendly chatter started back up again. The show resumed, Tobias was brought up to speed, and the three started to relax again. Felekar could see Tobi's nose twitch every now and then, and he kept glancing around to try and find the source of the musk... But at least he kept quiet about it. Tobi didn't do nuance, but he had good manners hammered into his head at a young age.

Things continued on in this fashion for another little while before the third and final guest made his appearance. Felekar didn't even need to get up. Just as he and his two friends had expected, he burst into Felekar's home of his own accord, panting and cursing under his breath.

"Hey, Brax." The all called, not even taking their eyes off the screen. The slim zebra being late had become something of an in-joke for the four ever since they were all children. It was entirely expected for him to come in, cursing up a storm, with an excuse as to why he couldn't be on time, despite the fact they all knew he'd probably been napping and slept in.

"Traffic's a bitch today!" He called, setting his first contribution to the potluck on the table and sliding his deserts into the fridge. The striped equine stumbled into the living room, leaning against the doorframe as if he'd ran all the way here... Which he probably did, given that he didn't have a car.

"Yeah, yeah, quit your griping. Lemonade's in the fridge next to the beers." Felekar called, nodding back toward the kitchen. Once Brax was properly hydrated and caught his breath, he joined the others on the couch. Felekar smiled and looked over the gathered trio, memories of days gone by coming to mind...

Fuck them all. Suck on them. Breed them.

"Breed..." Felekar mumbled, his eyes glassing over a bit. He... He really needed to cum, and that cage felt so tight. The fond memories he had for his friends suddenly shifted; He remembered Gren sporting an erection senior year when Felekar rubbed the scale-rot cream into his lower back a little too well. He remembered finding Braxen tied up and nude, toy vibrating in his rear to keep him hard at a graduation party. He recalled Tobi getting so drunk at that very same part that he lost his pants, walking around in nothing but a shirt... Damn, this cage really was getting tight. Maybe if he just... Took it off....

"What was that, fox?" Tobias asked, head tilting a bit. Felekar blinked a few times and shook his head, a blush starting to creep across his face. He hadn't even realized the fuzzy feeling had come back this time...

"I said... Bread! That bread smells really good. Now that we're all here, how about eat? The pot roast should be done by now." Felekar replied, trying his best to not look as embarrassed as he felt. Memories of Tobias nearly taking it up the tail at the party the longer he looked at the big canine, making his cage feel tighter and tighter. Why did this have to happen tonight, of all nights?!

"Mmm, yeah, food sounds pretty good. I went light on lunch to make sure I had room for tonight." Brax pitched in, getting a few affirming nods from the other two. Felekar stood and moved to the kitchen without another word, happy to get his friends out of sight and hopefully out of mind. He bussied himself with setting the table while the others moved their dishes from the stove to the right hot plates. Felekar did his best to keep his eyes downcast and focus, the fog in his mind growing stronger and the pain starting to fade away.

"Alright boys, time to dig in!" Tobi called once the table was set, grabbing his plate to start helping himself. The others followed in kind, commenting on the spread before them, while Felekar tried to keep his eyes locked firmly on the steaming pot of soup in front of him.

Strip and bend over the table. Lift your tail for them. Start sucking. Breed them. Breed. Reproduce. Spread.

Felekar wavered, eyes glassing over, rational thought being driven out of his mind. He needed... To breed... Mate, cum... Cum...

"Are you sure you're alright there, fox?" Tobias asked, wrapping a supportive arm around his friend. Felekar let out a groan and took a deep breath, his will starting to return to him. No, he wouldn't let this intrusive thoughts win! He'd make it through the night!

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I skipped breakfast and lunch today so I could get everything for this. Just running low on energy and feeling a bit dizzy, sorry." Felekar replied, patting Tobi on the shoulder and righting himself. The big leo gave him an odd, quizzical look, but let out a small huff and let it drop, much to Felekar's relief. It wasn't entirely a lie, at least. He really was starving!

Everyone was soon seated and eating, with only small chatter between mouthfuls of delicious homemade food. Felekar started to feel better once he dug in, the food starting to sate the hunger he didn't realize had been gnawing at him all day. He could finally relax... Yip!

Felekar pushed his chair back and looked down, Charlie chirping happily at him, thick tail wagging behind him. Motion at the corner of his eye brought Felekar's head up to see Percy looking around the corner from the kitchen, growling lightly.

"How did you two get out of the room?" Felekar growled, moving to stand and put them back.

"Ah, don't worry about it, fox. They were probably getting restless all cooped up in there. We can let them outside to run around after we eat. Just ignore Charlie, he'll run off after he realizes you won't give him any scraps." Tobias suggested between mouthfuls of roast. Felekar grumbled under his breath, glaring daggers over at Percy, but he decided to let it slide for now. He'd have to start locking the door if Percy was getting big enough to open it.

Felekar slid his chair forward and resumed eating, happily slurping up a few noodles. Man, Tobias was a surprisingly good cook! The fox licked his lips and started to slurp up more when he felt a sudden pressure between his legs, followed by a few soft snuffles. Damn it, Charlie! Felekar tried to ignore it, hoping maybe the little guy would go away if he pretended he wasn't interested, but the nudges grew more insistent. THe pygmy drake even tried to force his snout up the leg of his shorts!

Felekar started to push his chair back to put at least Charlie back in the room, but a wave of dizziness hit him, making the room spin a bit.

Why not just give him what he wants? No one will notice. You want him to lick and suck on you.

He... Wanted... Yeah. He'd worked hard to get all this together for his friends... He deserved a reward, right? It always felt so nice when Percy suckled on him... Why not let Charlie have a taste too? They'd both be happy then...

Felekar brought his fork up to his mouth, eyes glassy and unfocused, while his other hand slipped down to unzip the front of his shorts. Charlie immediately buried his nose into the new opening, happily drinking in Felekar's strong musk, lapping up the drops of pre that had dried on the outside of the cage.

Felekar forced his hand between the plastic case around his sheath and the dragon's muzzle, fumbling with the rubber ring wrapped around his overfilled orbs to get the damn thing off. Come on... Just a bit...

"Mmmm..." The fox groaned, a small smile starting to creep across his lips. Gren and Brax 'mmm'ed back, paying their compliments to Tobi's cooking. The reason for Felekar's noises of pleasure were for more promiscuous, though, as his shaft practically erupted from his now-freed sheath. The slick, red shaft bumped against the underside of the table, and his scent started to fill the air around him, making Charlie growl, feral instincts starting to surge through the little drake.

A slick, soft tongue slipped around the base of Felekar's swelling cock, and he shivered happily, rolling his hips into the contact. Charlie noisily slurped along the fox's shaft, licking up the dribble of precum already leaking from it. No one at the table seemed to notice, though. Not when they'd all been slurping up noodles the past few minutes themselves!

Charlie licked up along Felekar's shaft a few more times before finally stopping at the tip, lapping at the source of that wonderfully salty-sweet treat, and wrapped his lips around it. Felekar's fur suddenly fluffed out and stood on end, a gasp escaping his lips and his spoon falling from his hands into his bowl of soup below. Pleasure surged through his loins and he bucked back, then forward, burying his prick down to the sheath in the pygmy dragon's muzzle.

"Heheh, what's the matter Felekar, can't handle the heat?" Gren teased, giving his friend a devious grin. Felekar blinked a few times and bit his lip, that blush he'd been sporting earlier returning with twice the intensity. Gren just snickered a bit more, and Felekar reached for his glass of lemonade, eyes darting around nervously. What the hell had he been thinking?!

He took a few drinks, trying to distract himself from the amazing feeling of a dexterous tongue coiling around his forming knot, and picked his spoon back up. He tried to push Charlie away, being gentle to avoid drawing attention to anything under the table, but the miniature dragon was persistent! He pressed his paws against Felekar's legs, using surprising strength to keep them pinned down. Felekar tried pushing the Charlie's head back, but Charlie just pressed forward harder, making Felekar's eyes roll back in his head as the sensitive tip of his shaft ground against the textured roof of the dragon's muzzle.

"Jeeze, Felekar, I know the soup's good but that's a little over the top..." Brax chuckled, happily downing a few more spoons of the spicy stuff just to help drive his point him. Felekar just blushed brighter and stared down at his plate, trying to think of a way out of this. It would have been much easier if Charlie wasn't hitting all of his weak spots.

The fox just continued to try and focus on eating, doing his best to block out the growing need flaring up between his legs, the mounting pleasure as his knot swelled. His paws curled one Charlie started to lick along the undersides of the fleshy bulb, more tremors running up his spine from the intense sensation. He just had to last until Charlie was full, or until Tobias moved away... Nnnnng!

Felekar's stomach dropped once he felt that all-too-familiar tingle starting to build deep within his loins. It wasn't as intense as it had been the past month, but it was enough to have him squirming in his seat, feeling the edge creeping closer along with the tingle... Wait, was it spreading?!

The fox's eyes went wide, feeling the tingle start to surge up from the base of his leaking shaft. Charlie let out a low rumble and suddenly renewed his efforts, something changing inside Felekar's reproductive system. Felekar just twitched and started panting, sweat rolling down his back. It felt so amazing... Charlie was just as evil as Percy, lapping rapidly at his knot, constantly rubbing his tip against the roof of his muzzle, suckling hard and fast in time with the bobs of his head. It wasn't long before the edge went from creeping to rocketing towards him, and Felekar was once again brought to the precipice...

And once again, he slammed into an invisible wall at full speed. A soft whine escaped from his nose and squirmed all the more, unable to process what his slightly concerned friends were trying to say to him. He was so close... So, so close, and he was getting closer and closer without going over! His body was primed and ready, balls drawing up close to his body, loins tingling with pleasure... And with something else. The strange feeling that had started in his prostate and spread upward suddenly intensified, making him yelp, and he felt something inside his cock start to move, pushing out of his urethra and into Charlie's waiting maw.

Felekar went cross-eyed, stars dancing in front of his eyes from the amazing surge of sensations that arched through him once the thing started rubbing against that textured flesh. Whatever had just been pushed out was connected to him, and boy was it sensitive! Felekar started to thrust in earnest against Charlie's muzzle, completely forgetting where he was, what he was doing, who was watching. The edge got worse and worse, but he could feel something else starting to build inside him, another pressure. His overfilled orbs tensed, then tensed again, and Felekar could feel something moving through his shaft again, just as it had yesterday when the attendant at the glory-hole and cock-fucked him.

The pressure continued to move through him, stretch his prostate and making him whine louder and slowly forcing itself up his urethra, making his shaft bulge slightly. It wasn't anywhere near as amazing as an orgasm, but the feeling of pushing whatever this thing was out of him felt so... right. Natural. It wasn't gratifying like sexual release, but it still felt so very rewarding... Felekar wanted more. Especially when the thing finally erupted out his tip, drawing a happy moan from the fox. A rush of fluid followed the object, filling Charlie's muzzle with even sweeter, tastier fluids. He happily swallowed it all, continuing to lick and lap and keep Felekar hovering at the razor's edge for a minute before finally starting to slide off his shaft.

Felekar whined softly, grinding against the underside of his table once the stimulation stopped, but he slowly started to come down from his sexual high, head still foggy and clouded. He felt so conflicted... His balls ached with unspent seed, he wanted to cum properly so badly... But whatever had just happened felt good in an entirely different manner, and he wanted to experience it again. Maybe if he started stroking himself, he--

"I... I'm not sure wether to be mad at Charlie for trying to get into your pants or mad at you for not stopping him from doing so... Or mad at him for not trying to get into mine..."

Felekar blinked, and his eyes went wide. He... He'd just... Oh no... He brought his vision back into focus and looked around, all three of his friends blushing brightly, eyes all wide in shock. Tobias was shuffling in his seat a bit, looking down at his pleased pet. He tried to look angry, but the facade crumbled, and he let out a low groan. Felekar noticed that both his paws were in his lap, and they both seemed to be moving.

"I-I didn't think you were into zoophilia, bud... That's kinda weird, but... That was a pretty nice show, too..." Gren piped up, fingers drumming anxiously. Felekar looked over, and even from across the table he could see two tents in the cloth. They'd enjoyed that...?

"I've had this weird feeling ever since I got in... I fapped before I came over, but the second I smelled whatever's in the air, I was ready to go like I was in rut, and it hasn't exactly gotten any better since I got here... Sorry if there's a puddle on your floor, Felekar..." Braxen mumbled, his legs spread wide, a few inches of his ebon length exposed down the leg of his baggy shorts. Felekar was stunned into silence. He knew Braxen had been almost over the top with claiming he was straight ever since that grad party, but now the Zebra was unabashedly exposing his shaft to a room full of other men.

Things were quiet between the four for nearly five full minutes the silence only broken by the occasional awkward shift and the sound of fabric rubbing against something from Tobi's side of the table. Felekar was completely lost as to what to do, waiting for someone else to say what was on everyone's mind, when his own started to fog up again.

"We... We should take care of these..." He mumbled. It wasn't quiet loud enough for everyone to make it out, but it was enough for the other three to turn to him, eyes wide again. Felekar knew this was wrong, that they had always been friends without string like this attached... And yet...

"I... I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm headed to my bedroom to take care of this. Charlie was fun, but I need more. The door's unlocked if anyone wants any 'help'." Felekar panted, his eyes starting to glass over again. That pleasant 'rightness' washed over him again once he stood from the table, not even bothering to hide his knotted erection from his friends. He glanced at each of them, their eyes all locked on his leaking spire, and the feeling grew stronger still.

Felekar sauntered with purpose to his bedroom, pushing it to but not quite closing it all the way. His shaft continued to pulse and throb with unsatiated need, and he let out a low whimper, slumping forward and flopping into his bed. He desperately started to tug at his knot, squeeze his balls, grind against his soft sheets, but it just made the desperate need to cum worse, just like it had in the past. God, he needed to cum... And to do whatever it was he'd done to Charlie. It wasn't an orgasm, but there had definitely been something leaving his body, something that felt oh so nice to be free of. He just hoped that one of his friends would take up his offer...

After another couple minutes of needy stroking and grinding, Felekar got his wish. He heard his door squeak open, and the fox looked up to see none other than Gren slither inside. The blushing naga was completely bare, just as he always was due to his anatomy, so his squirming twins were on full display. Felekar loved the way their warm, pink hues clashed against the cool grey of Gren's slick hide, and the strong scent coming off the once-serpentine male practically had Felekar salivating.

"I... umm... God, this is awkward..." Gren mumbled, rubbing the back of his head, looking his foxy friend over. Felekar had always been Gren's confidant on his troubles with girls, especially when it came to sex. Scale rot was never particularly attractive, and now that he'd complete gene therapy, people saw him more as a novelty than something to lust after. He'd been a 'trophy boyfriend' to more than a few people.

"I'm really not sure how... What to do. I've never really done more than give another guy a handy, and... Well, you look and smell a lot more needy than just that..." Gren continued, nervously moving forward and pushing the door closed with his tail. Felekar was unsure about leaving the other two all alone, but he had more 'pressing' matters to attend to right now.

Felekar took a deep breath, and for the first time he gave himself up to the alien thoughts and feelings winding through his mind. He couldn't overthink this. He just needed to go with the flow, and hope that it resulted in that release he'd felt with Charlie.

Felekar spoke not a word as he slipped off the bed, unbuttoning his polo and tossing it aside to stand just as bare as his friend. He gave the blushing naga a warm smile and placed both hands on Gren's sides, gently pulling him down and closer. He'd never noticed how warm Gren was without his scales...

"W-What are you do--mph!" The slick hybrid grunted, eyes going wide. The kiss he'd been pulled into stunned him into silence, body tense and primed to bolt. His heart hammered in his chest, and his fight-or-flight response battled with his arousal.

His arousal won out in the first round, and he shakily brought his strong arms down to wrap around Felekar's back, pulling him in closer. The smaller fox groaned happily into the kiss, feeling those slippery hemipenii coil around his shaft and start to rub. Even through the shroud over his mind, he still felt both a wave of guilt and excitement. His 'pure' friendship with his friends was over, an exciting and dangerous prospect.

The kiss continued for several long, heated moments, and Felekar found himself grinding against Gren's twins, groaning from the wonderfully slick and warm friction it provided to his own oversensitive maleness. He let his paws wander Gren's body, making the slick male grunt and twitch. He was extra sensitive now that he was aroused!

Felekar's paws wandered to the weak spot he remembered best; Right were his tail joined his torso, on his back. The response was just what he'd wanted; Gren broke the kiss and squealed like a sissy, bucking forward, shafts coiling tight around Felekar's and pulling it into his slit! Both males groaned at the sudden tightness, and Gren groaned again when the shaft buried inside him started to slick back forth, eyes rolling back in his head.

"Heheh, enjoying your first time with a male, then?" Felekar asked, tickling over that spot on the naga's back again. It made Gren whine and squirm, tail lashing and bumping against the wall, nearly knocking over a lamp. Felekar just snickered again and kept rubbing and grinding, enjoying the warm, tight pulses it sent along the shafts now squeezing tight around his knot and balls.

"Y-Yeah, you could say that!" Gren grunted in response, eyes clenched tight, teeth bared. Felekar thoroughly enjoyed seeing his friends like this, all wound up and needy by his hand. He'd never thought such a thing would be so arousing.

It only got better once Gren decided he'd had enough. The large naga growled and lunged forward, Felekar still in his grasp, and pinned his friend to the bed. Felekar saw a hunger in his friend's eyes that he'd only ever seen when Percy was feeding; It was a feral hunger, one deep-rooted and tied into the basest of instinct. It sent a shiver of excitement up Felekar's spine.

"Alright, you sly little shit, you think you're so clever..." Gren rumbled, pulling the fox's shaft from his slit with a quake along his spine. He repositioned his shafts to squirm and rub a bit lower, coating Felekar's taint in copious amounts of slippery pre-cum, until they found their target. Both males again groaned in unison, and again they both felt a tremor of bliss run up their spines as a tight hole was penetrated.

Felekar clenched down hard on the invading twins having never experienced something like this before. Alone they weren't much to deal with, but together? Felekar could feel tears forming at the corners of his eyes from how spread and full he felt! He let out a yip of pain when Gren started to wriggle them around, pressing them in opposite directions to stretch him further. The naga just grinned at the noises he drew from his friend, slowly pressing deeper, shafts rubbing and spreading his pre around. Electricity arched up Felekar's spine when one of the twins bumped against his swollen prostate, drawing a rough buck from him. Gren's grin just grew wider, and he paused there, letting his dexterous lengths rub and tease against that oversensitive, paralyzed gland.

Their roles now reversed, Felekar groaned and writhed beneath his friend's strong grasp, eyes rolling back in his head, shaft flaring and practically shooting jets of pre along his fluffy stomach. He tried to press back against the naga, to see if clenching rhythmically would convince him to start thrusting in earnest, but Gren was content to tease and just enjoy his friend's desperate attempts at trying to get more out of him.

But, as much as Gren was enjoying just making Felekar squirm, there was a growing nag at the back of his mind. The air in the room was growing thicker, and the musky scents of sex were growing stronger. The hormones in the air were only adding to the fire burning within him. It wasn't long before he simply couldn't hold back any more, suddenly bucking forward and hilting inside Felekar.

Felekar let out a yip, and Gren moaned, slumping over his friend with newly discovered benefits. He pressed his muzzle into the crook of Felekar's neck and took in deep, rapid breaths of that growing scent, letting out small growls, lashing his tail. Thoughts were starting to melt away in the face of his burning arousal, and his plans to take things slow, drawing out their releases, teasing his friend to climax, were quickly erased and replaced with a new, singular plan;

Breed.

Felekar let out another chorus of yips and whines, wrapping his arms tight around Gren's torso, claws digging into the sensitive hide. The naga wasted no time, setting a rapid, rough pace right from the start. His shafts writhed, rubbed, and coiled while he pounded into Felekar's tight rump. It made the fox see stars, the discomfort and pain giving away to nothing but the amazing sensations as his stretchier body adjusted. Gren was too absorbed in his almost feral rutting to notice, but he could feel something shifting within his friend, a strange series of convulsions that made Felekar groan louder.

Gren pulling back enough to start spearing against Felekar's prostate again only sped the process along, the smaller male letting out a howl from the intense sensations surging through his loins. Every thrust was almost as intense and pleasurable as an orgasm in and of itself, but instead of relief, it only made his need stronger, his knot fully inflated and shaft pulsing, covering Gren's stomach in slimy lines of pre. Felekar felt he was starting to get used to the edging...

Those tenses and convulsions inside himself were having quite a strong effect on Gren, too. The nega was growling and grunting louder, his thrusts increasing in speed. His tail started to constrict tight around the bed frame, making it creak and groan under the sudden pressure. Gren's rapid, heated pace could only be kept up for so long though, and with a draconic roar loud enough to make the walls rattle, he slammed forward one last time.

Sticky warmth filled the fox, making his eyes roll back in his head. Gren kept thrusting through his orgasm, jet after thick, creamy jet filling his friend to the brim. The rest managed to leak out past the convulsing shafts, coating the naga's slit in his own fluids. The intensity proved to be too much, though, and Gren's grasp on the conscious world was slipping.

Felekar grunted and rolled, Gren's sudden collapse pulling him along with his friend. The convulsions didn't stop, not even as Gren passed out and his orgasm waned, leaving Felekar to squirm and moan as the pressure kept mounting. At first he thought they were coming from his rear, but a little bit of focus revealed his innards were convulsing in time with heavy throbs from his prostate and vas deferens.

The fog in the fox's head grew stronger, and he suddenly felt that feeling of 'rightness' start to tingle within him once more. There was a pressure building up inside his shaft, one he intended to release... And there was a willing recipient currently snuggled up right behind him.

Felekar rolled in Gren's grasp, pulling the twin hemipenes from his rear with some effort. The scent in the air kept them from going completely soft, the shafts wriggling slightly to reflect the activity in their owner's dreams. Felekar was driving on pure instinct now, eyes completely glossed over ad unfocused. He pressed his length against Gren's, and they coiled around it, rubbing and teasing.

The fox could feel the pressure moving faster now, pushing through his prostate and up his vas deferens. A warm tingle suddenly spread from the base of his shaft, making him grumble happily. He reached down to grab Gren's left cock and hold the squirming thing steady, pressing it to his tip...

"Fuuuuuccckkk~!" Felekar groaned, eyes rolling back in his head. Gren's shaft writhed in his grasp, and the naga squeezed Felekar tighter. The fleshy tube extending from Felekar's urethra pushed deeper and deeper down Gren's shaft, which only made the fox start to grind harder and faster, new nerves firing off and sending overpowering feelings into his pleasure centers.

The pressure just kept moving up through his cock, and then finally into the ovipositor buried inside Gren, making Felekar's grinding all the more heated. The sexual need just kept burning, tearing at his mind, but the strange relief he felt from releasing whatever was traveling through him was enough to keep him sated. Felekar just sat back and enjoyed, riding out the waves of pleasure. It felt so good, so right... So... So tired...

Felekar's eyes started to drift closed, his body simply too overwhelmed from the sensations coursing through it. unconsciousness gripped him, and his ovipositor started to slide back inside him, it's job now complete. He and Gren spent the night cuddle together, Gren's shafts wriggling and squirming harder and faster as the night went on. Not even the sounds of Brax and Tobias making out in the living room were enough to rouse the two, nor the squeaks and squeals coming from Percy claiming his 'dominance' over Charlie.