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Horn was back in the kitchen, checking his fillers playing card games or on their phones, while the waiters came and went. The party of seven was barely enough for this shift, and he had already called two more to jump in with the additional load.

Moreover, with one of his most rich clients coming over, Horn was… Nervous. How would the large Oni take the news he had to refuse to sell a Filler to him? Would he break their contracts to produce Black Powder? Would it mean the closure of the Horny Bunny?

Biting his thumb, the Bull-headed watched with apprehension and returned to the door leading to the main room to check.

It would have been better if he had directly waited for the Oni out in the open before guiding him to the VIP sections. But he didn’t want to hear the regulars call him on or bother him with stupid requests. He was already swamped as it was…

“Horn, he’s here,” said Whale, entering the Kitchen with his deflated belly. The Orca was a hard worker… And his relations with Tusk clearly improved his performance. But when he said this, warned Horn, the Bull turned his head, and his heart nearly sank.

He gulped, readjusted his tie, and walked through the door. He ignored the gazes of his employees and the clients raising their hands to have a chat with him. Their impudence wouldn’t do them any good.

Instead, he focused on the sight before him. A large red Oni with clothes more fitting to a schoolteacher than a man going into the most depraved and expensive house of pleasure on that side of Hole… And the doors.

With his tiny glasses, one could assume that man wasn’t fit for that place. But that assumption was dead wrong. And proved so by the sight near the Oni’s hand.

Kaiman.

Former employee and rising star in the Horny Bunny. The prized slut who had made Horn’s yearly benefits triple through one sale only. One sale he had used to recruit more employees and expand the building.

However, he hadn’t expected to see his former employee around. Or even to see the burly male act so… … Whorish.

Pink bras were fighting against his chest’s weight; he wore a red crop top with his round belly exposed and tiny shorts exposing his comely legs. And…. Well, happily backing into the Oni’s hand, who was unashamedly fingering Kaiman’s plump ass.

In sheer contrast with the Red one respectable aspect, Kaiman could have been a gutter whore without any history. Yet, it seemed that was something the old Oni enjoyed as he leaned to kiss Kaiman’s forehead while stroking the cut spines behind that neck.

“Red, red, red! You are bringing a guest?” asked Horn, feigning ignorance as he approached. He clasped his hands and looked at Kaiman and those glazed eyes, that dumb smile adorned with lipstick. Then, he snapped back to his client.

“You don’t recognize Kaiman, do you?” asked the Oni, participating in that charade while a suction sound echoed. [I]Schlick Schlick.[/I] “She’s been such a good Doll for me.”

“I don’t,” coughed the Bull, lifting a hand to guide the couple to the VIP booth, a flight of stairs away. “You… Have done many changes to him.”

“Oh, it wasn’t me who asked for those but Doll. She is rather kinky and a nice wife,” chuckled the Oni, scratching his tusk while his deeply seated fingers pulled away, releasing that slurping and gaping orifice.

“Wife?” said Horn, ascending the stairs and looking at the couple over his shoulders. He hadn’t seen any ring finger.

“Yes, we were married last week, and this is our honeymoon. Doll absolutely wanted to return here since it was our first time together.”

Horn sighed, knowing it too well. Ordering Kaiman to go to the Oni had been a good and bad choice. Not that he refused the offered money, far from it. But losing an employee to a disturbing client was… An unwelcomed opportunity. He chewed absentmindedly, a nervous tell as he approached their assigned booth: the number three.

With a clean keycard swipe, the Bull opened the door and stood ready.

“Shall I send you a waiter? Do you desire a particular cocktail?” asked Horn, a bit firm while Kaiman entered, and the Oni stood there, thoughtful.

“Hmmm. Do you have a preference, girl?”

“Something sour… A daiquiri?” finally spoke Kaiman, his voice slightly slurred.

“Banana daiquiri for us,” nodded along the Oni, darting his gaze toward Horn. “Triple filling.”

Horn nodded, his eyes fixated on the door, then faced the Oni for half-a-sec… before he stepped away. Leaving the huffing Oni, who had entered the same familiar booth as before.

Only a few minutes later, Horn returned with a waiter in toes, a plate named Tail. A Panther-looking cursed man who, with that triple filling, seemed positively gravid and had to adjust the posture. However, Horn wasn’t planning to let the Plate go up there alone this time. Especially since they had to talk deals. But it surprised him it was the Oni and Kaiman’s honeymoon.

He swiped the door, heard the familiar beep, and entered the room, followed by the sloshing waiter.

And… He was surprised.

The Oni was kneeling, his large body almost dwarfed as he worked his tongue over Kaiman. A stripped and naked Kaiman who seemed instead satisfied by the caresses as he reclined and grumbled with his arm spreads, exposing all those changes to his body: the silver rings through his sagging nipples, his round belly, the navel piercing, the lithe limbs. And between his legs… Well, something small that was hard to notice with the Oni’s body.

With a snap, Horn turned to the waiter and pointed to the glasses: “Four.”

A mere order followed by the Bull’s hooves moving closer so he could sit on the Sofa on the other side of that angle.

“Red?” he finally asked, though his eyes were darted at Kaiman. The Oni had been moving down, and his tusked mouth was on Kaiman’s hairy groin, lapping the bitch’s swollen testicles while fondling those plump jugs above. “Red?”

“Oh!” mouthed the Oni, suddenly peeling away from that body to face Horn. He flashed him a grin. “We couldn’t wait for the waiter for our fun. If you don’t mind.”

With that said, he stood up but leaned to whisper something by Kaiman’s earhole, something that made the bitch smile and shudder. Whatever was between them, Horn didn’t want to know in detail… Yet, was forced to watch as Kaiman was set on the Oni’s lap with a grin while those anal fingerings resumed. But now, the Bull saw how Kaiman’s one-inch cock spewed precum at each caress.

“Eager to talk business?” casually asked the Oni, uncaring while his slut’s digits worked to undo his belt and pants.

“I am,” confirmed the Bull, snapping and turning to the waiter whose uncorked ass filled the glasses. The smell of cum permeated the air, and… Well, it was a solid alcoholic smell even Horn could appreciate. That, and the offered glasses, like his guests. “I need your black powder. I’m run low, and most of my new waiters need them.”

With his recent expansion, Horn had recruited more waiters. But in return, more waiters meant an increased consumption of powder… New waiters needed larger doses, so their bodies adapted and shifted. In comparison, old-timers needed next to none.

The Bull then took a sip, observing the Oni. That one seemed all too eager to toast with Kaiman and kiss those scaly lips.

“I cannot sell you a filler. We are stretched thin already; you know how difficult it is to recruit them. So, this part is irrevocable. But we can rediscuss our contract.”

“Hmm hmm,” commented the Oni, arrogant enough to glance at Horn before he turned back to Kaiman, their mouths joining.

“Red. You know the Horny Bunny can’t live without your powder. And losing us means losing gain. We need-“

“Yes, yes, you’ll get it,” groaned the Oni, peeling back from his kiss to wave his hand dismissively.

Surprised, the Bull glanced at his glass, wondering if he had been spiked for such a change. But no. Therefore, he returned to the Oni, who had always been difficult to work with. Brutal, exigent, asking for more… Why would he give in so easily?

“Are you sure? You’re backing down on that filler request?”

“Oh, I am,” continued the Oni, finally facing Horn while he kept fingering Kaiman. “When you first refused it, I was about to cut ties with you. I am tired of going through the doors to get my favorite drinks. I already have a chef, a barman, and everything needed to prepare cocktails at home. But not a filler.”

The Oni watched his half-emptied glass for a moment before taking a swing, emptying it, and placing it on the low table. A glass that quickly disappeared with Tail’s quick fingers.

“But Doll changed my opinion on the matter. She made me understand that having a housebound filler would be a waste of talent.”

“She… Did?” asked Horn, tilting his head slightly, and watching Kaiman’s eyes gleam.

“Yes. Plus, we tried more ideas with the black powder, which was a win. But you could thank Doll for helping me understand how precious the fillers are to you. I won’t ask about them again,” nodded the Oni.

“Thanks… Kaiman,” answered Horn, extending a hand toward Tail so he could get a refill, too. Admittedly, that mix was stronger than usual, and he was feeling… Bothered.

“Which… Comes to our situation,” suddenly added the Oni.

Horn’s eyes opened wider while he watched Red grin and turn the glass he held.

“What do you want?”

“Doll and I want to do something to complete our Honeymoon. We could have done it without you. But it would be a waste not to have you around.”

“Yes. I always wanted to do this!” confirmed Kaiman before his voice broke into a low moan.

“I know, Doll. I know. Would you join us for a private “moment”? The waiter can leave,” added the Oni, his digits delving deeper into Kaiman. Next, “she” hissed, and watery cum pushed through that tiny dicklet to land on the coffee table. “We would love to have another participant.”

“What does it entail?”

Horn wasn’t one to refuse any intercourses. It would be ironic to own a place named the Horny Bunny and be a clandestine brothel owner but not enjoy sex. But it was way different as he watched Kaiman’s form at hand.

He saw those curves; those details surely changed from Red’s black powder. But he saw more details that couldn’t have been done with the powder alone. With a delicate finger, he explored that wide open mouth and touched those teeth: fake. They were not natural teeth but rubber ones. They had been removed and replaced by those fakes the slut had surely used.

“I had them fixed,” said Kaiman, as if reading Horn’s mind.

“Was it painful?” asked the bull, glancing away momentarily to see the large Oni strip, fighting against his clothes. Then, he went back to Kaiman lying on the bed with his head right by Horn’s groin, huffing and sniffing.

“Less than the black powder. And more pleasing,” slurred Kaiman before he left another lipstick stain on Horn’s trousers.

“You can’t bite anymore?”

“Oh, she can try. But it doesn’t hurt at all,” chuckled the Oni from afar, his shirt coming off.

For a moment, Horn pondered. He could still back off and follow his waiter outside. But he didn’t. Instead, he undid his belt before Kaiman’s glimmering eyes. He lowered the zipper and pulled out his sweaty bulge from it… Before he adjusted his posture and peeled his underwear off. Right there, his flared and flat-tipped cock sprung to life. Brown with a definite clearer shade beyond the median ring, Horn was… Hung. His testicles, still hidden within his modified underwear, were big, sweaty, leathery… And full.

So full he could easily outdo a Filler’s production if he so desired. So full, musky cum dribbled from his cocktip before he gripped the half-hard organ and directed it towards Kaiman’s open mouth.

Those lips were heavenly, that mouth silky and warm, and that tongue like hand. It stroked and caressed while those fake teeth pressed on his shaft like to chew it… But the mere result was an odd and pleasing sensation. The Bull winced, afraid of the scrapping. Yet, there was none. Only the pressure on his skin shifted and increased before it waned.

He groaned, his groin already contracting to send a jet of warm cum into the bitch’s mouth.

“Fuck… What… A mouth,” he said with dry heaves. That tongue had coiled around his dick and gripped it firmly to keep it inside. All the while, the appendage contracted and released in an attempt to stroke that dick right from within that velvety mouth.

“Yes. I trained her well… And she is constantly hungry,” commented the Oni as his pants dropped off and he approached. Whereas Kaiman looked feminine now, despite the hair and muscles, Red remained the same brutish monster. Yet, he went on all fours between Kaiman’s spread legs. He returned to his kisses and lick that made the slut shiver… And in return, Horn moaned when those fake teeth dug deeper into his dick.

The couple’s request wasn’t solely for him to force-feed Kaiman with his musky dick and to have his bulging groin hard-pressed against that muzzle. It was way special… And perverse.

One thing he could barely see through the Oni’s movement but could feel through Kaiman’s actions.

The tremor was the sign the Oni got closer. The whimper was that mouth on his dick. And that suddenly clenching mouth, eliciting more groans from the Bull, was that tongue playing with that urethra.

They told him what they desired to do and why coming here had been a part of their honeymoon. But Horn couldn’t believe it happened here.

… In contrast, worse had happened in the Horny Bunny during the period when “special” cocktails were allowed, and many people were drafted to become a part of it. But… This was an attempt to make it sensual and remarkable.

He breathed, plunging his dick deeper into Kaiman’s throat. Without any fight or gargle, he punched the uvula with his wide tip and soon felt the contractions around his cockhead as well as… The huffs against his underwear. Underwear he finally peeled back to release his swollen testicles from their cage. Round, large like beanbags… Horn suddenly had to shift his posture while his genitals returned to their original size, and the two boulders nearly made him pull back.

But he adjusted, leaning forward with his arms spread on each side of Kaiman’s belly, fed with cum and musk in ample amounts.

With his shoulders and head forward, Horn could then see what the Oni had in mind for Kaiman. Or what Kaiman had for himself in that place. He saw the horned man approach his head from that groin, from that tiny dicklet and those swollen balls.

Then, with a lick, he made his bitch moan and cry. Below Horn, that throat clenched, and those lips closed on his dick… But it continued.

With each lick, Kaiman’s body contracted, and more sensations scoured Horn’s equine dick until more cum followed. The big Bull groaned while he emptied his balls within Kaiman. Yet, his eyes were on the Oni’s tongue, giving another lick before he grabbed that cock and… Inserted his tongue within the urethra.

The flexible orifice and organ bulged from the invasion. That tiny nub swelled, reaching such a massive size out of nowhere, and Horn watched it with a mixture of awe and disgust. How could it be possible?

No, Horn knew how. His client’s saliva was charged with black powder. It allowed him to change people’s bodies with a mere stroke and a lick. It was blatant magic, able to corrupt and twist bodies with ease.

And in the case of Kaiman, it was doing something… It punched deeper within that urethra, within that dick that seemed to shrink before disappearing with the groin. But so did the testicles.

“What the?” mumbled Horn before he huffed when Kaiman’s throat gave him another firm shock, and he released another jet of cum right in that throat.

Still, he watched how Kaiman’s testicles seemed to shrink, too. The scrotum was more taut, yet bulged from the inside from a… Wiggling tongue? The skin was tighter, pulling back into the body until, with that round belly, Horn had to lean further to see what was happening.

And his eyes widened.

Ever so slowly, he saw the skin split right above and beneath where the Oni’s tongue had been slipped. Like lips finally opening and departing.

Saliva dripped from the Oni’s tongue onto the opening… It descended where the testicles had been a second before, and what remained of the scrotum split open but without blood. Instead, remained there a pinkish but untouched flesh. It blossomed, splitting from the center and swelling towards the inside. All the while, the scrotum’s skin seemed to shrink and change in color and texture.

A sweet scent emanated from the burgeoning orifice; one Horn wasn’t so familiar with. But he watched as the scrotum fully merged with the nethers, and there were no traces of Kaiman’s testicles.

Finally, with the Oni wiping his tongue out, the lips started to expand to cover what had been Kaiman’s dick. It was but a remnant, hidden away, of what had been Kaiman’s manhood, replaced instead by a wide and prompt cunt.

One swollen and ready, with its lips dripping off that sweet, sweet juice that was splattered when the Oni’s dick slapped them.

“Hhh!” moaned Horn, feeling Kaiman’s crushing his dick… It was. Intense. Still, he endured and watched his client grinning back at him.

“What do you think of my little trick, Horn?” chuckled the Oni with that lecherous grin, his tongue swirling to lick his lips while he pushed his cocktip against the orifice… And plunged.

“It- HRMPH!” groaned Horn, against having Kaiman squeezing. But it was different this time as Kaiman’s fake teeth were pressed against his veiny dick. They squeezed and pressed, made him whimper as the mouth seemed to… Hang onto his dick as if it was an anchor Kaiman used while his newly made vulva was thoroughly fucked.

The Oni’s dick was enormous; an average human couldn’t take such a shaft without black powder. And it was certain, from a quick glance, this would ruin Kaiman’s inner walls.

“It’s… It’s something,” finally mouthed the Bull, the right eye half-closed.

“It was Doll’s idea. We have been a couple… But a proper girl should have a cunt,” laughed the Oni while his digits lowered to brush the swollen groin and caress the hood in an attempt to peel it off and expose the swollen clitoris below.

Beneath, muffled groans and moans continued while the Oni progressed and advanced, one shuffling knee at a time until their groins were joined.

Moreover, the Oni had no issue grabbing Horn’s neck to lead him forward. Their foreheads pressed together, but there was no kiss as the Oni focused on the Bull’s eyes instead.

“Wanna see how I impregnate her?” he asked, though Horn’s eyes were onto that ruined and outstretched cunt: he had seen its becoming. And now, he watched how those lips were spread thin from the massive red cock.

“Yes,” he answered with a groan, pushing his fists against the sofa’s fabric.

Following the Oni’s slow movement, Horn rammed his dick within Kaiman’s throat and pulled back in a tedious but controlled back and forth. In… Out. He breathed, exhaled while his cock pulled away coated with throat slime… Only to be forced back into that gargling mouth.

All the while, he observed the squirting juice coming from Kaiman’s cunt and the Oni’s greasy precum. It was… Obscene, but he watched with a mix of curiosity and… Interest.

“What would be your price?”

Horn couldn’t stop himself from smiling, caught red-handed by the Oni as that precum turned whiter and stickier. That man was already cumming, and wasn’t hiding it.

“Twice the usual price of the black powder if they’re guaranteed to be fertile and produce milk,” he said, looking up at the Oni, who smiled back.

“Hrmphh. You’ll have to wait the next months to confirm that,” growled the Oni, grabbing Horn and leading him into a kiss. The horned man's hips bucked, and below, Kaiman shuddered.

The Bitch shuddered, biting and imprinting the shape of those fake teeth onto Horn’s dick, who kept stuffing that stomach like a turkey… No different to the Oni with that cunt.

“But I’m sure she’s impregnated,” said the Oni as their lips departed, eliciting a laugh from both men.

“A pleasure doing business with you.”