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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 3: Baptized

Sneak Peek

Donner went back to his apartment. It was a one bedroom he shared with Cody, but because the buffalo had better game, he got the room with the lock while Donner got the living room futon. The apartment was filled with the guys stuff and yet still woefully under furnished. The closet in the hall was full of Donner’s clothes instead of having space for guests to hang stuff. They had command hooks hanging jackets, and posters taped up to the walls to cover up dents and dings from the two’s personal party nights or when they brought other people over to have fun. The den where Donner slept was a makeshift bedroom. Old bookshelves covered in retro games and mementos created makeshift walls for the room. A TV sat on the floor while cords laced behind it in a mesh of gaming systems and computer hookups. With everything there, Donner could probably fit three people comfortably in the den, maybe two on the bed and one on the floor leaning against the wall, but they did make do with four when it was movie night.

That’s the thing about owning an apartment next to campus. Even if you had shit game, you could land some pretty easy hole or head when you had a place people could escape to. Donner mainly found freshmen that were desperate to lose their v-card to someone with abs, and he got them off well enough, but he really just wanted to get dommed. The thing about virgins, they can be sexy, but they don’t’ know shit about how to please. Sure, the coyote rocked their world, riding dick and sucking balls, even showing nervous tops that they have a magic clit in their ass, but it was just…sad. Sure, he’d bust, but it was either after their partner got off or long after as he played with himself in the shower or something. It was fun, and took the edge off, but…never really hit the way he wanted.

The coyote and his friend ate at the late night cafeteria for a cheap meal and decided to call it a night. Cody had a midterm paper to write anyway. Donner was done with midterms at this point so he was able to just flop on his used futon and groan. The coyote decided to pull out his phone and scroll while he let his workout endorphins buzz in his veins. He threw on an old show he’d seen a thousand times for background noise as he continued to slip into a scrolling spiral, but the surreal events that happened earlier that day plagued him.

He thought about his power, but he wasn’t exactly sure how it worked. Hell, he hardly believed it was real. He knew it bent desires and reality, Ceil’s compact shorts were evidence enough of that. Fuck those shorts looked so good on him, and the way his package bulged out was amazing. Damn, that lion really made the yote’s spine tingle.

Donner got a goofy grin on his muzzle as a light blush came over his cheeks, his hips grinding down into his futon as his foot paws kicked up in the air.

Then the phone’s scrolling stopped and an image warped the screen. At first Donner thought his phone was acting up, but then the clear image of Ceil in the shower was playing on his phone.

“Shit!” Donner slammed the phone into his futon, covering it up, but the sound of water running and a light hum came from that phone. Did he dare? Did he really want to cross that line into creeper territory? He had the power to bend reality and shape desire…did he really want to spend it peeping on his crush.

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Yes.

Donner lifted his phone and revealed the screen again. There Ceil was, completely naked and smiling as the warm water splashed across him. He was showering after his workout in the gym locker rooms. He was in a stall, the curtain drawn, as he cleaned himself. Soap and suds covered his body, Donner could even smell it coming from the phone. The steam, the smell of allspice and sandalwood, and the salty musk that was being washed down that drain. Ceil’s body was gorgeous. He wasn’t overly bulky, but every one of his muscle groups were well defined and thick. His pecs were pronounced, yet supple, his abs were relaxed and invisible until he breathed out, the obliques and abs coming into view against the soapy suds. His mane was long and wild, but currently he was digging his fingers into his scalp to really get the soap deep under his luscious locks. His arms were flexed showing his biceps, the vein rolling over the top of it splitting the muscle, his fingers dug into his hair and brushed it back as his gleaming claws worked over his scalp. His teardrop thighs were thick and powerful, made for pouncing, his calves solid diamonds and his foot paws were average size, but perfect in shape.

And that dick!

Donner gulped as he looked on, that pole had to be six inches of soft, flopping, lion pride between his thighs. It must be massive when hard! The duo of balls there were like a couple eggs in a tight furry sack. The cream color of his fur bright and almost white with how clean it was. That bright pink, uncut shaft dribbled water off it as though he were constantly pissing, suds washing over it as he continued to obliviously wash himself.

Donner’s hole clenched, his hips rode up and then down to grind his boner into the futon. His heart beat hard and fast as he saw his crush bathing shamelessly. He could even hear cute little purrs rumble out of the lion as he worked over his scalp. He was so cute! He was so hot and cute all at the same damn time!

The only thing that could make him hotter is if…wait…

Donner watched as Ceil brushed his fingers through his hair, the bones slowly shifting and muscle cording to make those fingers thicker and more muscular. Donner’s eyes went wide, taking in the subtle change. He knew exactly what was going to happen next and he wanted a front row seat. He pinched the screen and zoomed in on those feet, those toes getting thicker, plumper, longer, the claws extending out. They shifted in stance slightly, causing the water to splash about them. The way the water made their fur cling to them showed exactly how the tendons and bones shifted to make them larger, more muscular, and more powerful.

“Oh fuck…” Donner bit his lip thinking of those powerful fingers gripping his throat, lightly choking him. One of those massive foot paws pushing on the back of his neck as Ceil rammed him from—

Donner lifted his ass up into the air, his tail hiking up, his toe paws pushing on one another and flexing as his spine tingled with the fantasy. A deep blush burned across his face as his tongue lulled out, panting gently as he got light headed.

Fuck if Donner didn’t love big hands and feet. He loved the idea of powerful, muscular fingers gripping his throat and scruff. Massive feet to pin him down and keep him under heel. Donner bit his lip as he watched through his magical, pervert, scrying phone app as he continued to grind down on his boner while hiking his tail.

Damn, he wished he had a larger screen.

Instantly his phone closed the app and the TV flicked on to a channel with no number, but the old boxy TV’s static cleared to show Ceil in all his glory. Donner’s eyes went wide as he watched like a pervert through the curtain in the showers, only he knew he couldn’t get caught. This wasn’t hurting anyone, right? This didn’t actually hurt Ceil in any way. How was this any different than just fantasizing? He could argue consent, but that could be said about him fantasizing too. This was just like that, right?

“Just like that,” Donner muttered, the sound of his shorts hitting the ground accompanied by the creaks and groans of the futon as he got into position. The underwear in those shorts already had a dark spot on them where fresh pre glistened and cooled. He had his legs up against the wall, his dick pointing right at his face. The mushroom head of that cock already pulsing so hard it hurt. A string of pre dribbled from it, a long line of clear need drooped and then dripped off that head and smacked Donner’s chin.

They Coyote gave a low rumble. Cody would be in the bedroom with his headphones on working on his paper. He wouldn’t hear him enjoying himself. Donner looked back at Ceil in his shower, the lion completely oblivious to Donner’s admiration and lust for that body. Every time he wanted a close up of something the “camera” of the show would pan to that angle and show it off, each little flaw in Ceil’s physic being brushed over, adjusted. His abs became more pronounced, but only slightly. His pecs became more solid and his mane became thicker. The slight changes really augmented the lion’s image well. Then the last change of his jaw becoming more pronounced and cut, his Adam’s apple becoming sharper against his throat.

“Holy fuck…” Donner gripped his cock, the thick member filling his paw as he stroked. He gripped up onto the head and worked that slick over his shaft, his balls bouncing slightly as his pre leaked like a broken tap. The coyote gave a little groan as he stroked, his fingers catching most of the pre and using it to lube his shaft. He might not be the largest guy, but he was a very productive man.

Then it occurred to him. If he could change Ceil, why not his own flaws?

Donner looked up at his body, his toe’s shifting to be more paw like, the claws shifting slightly as he pressed them against the wall and rubbed them gently. The pads on his foot paws became thicker, stronger, and more defined. He continued his way up and looked at his legs. He loved his legs and how firm they were. They didn’t change much, but his thighs did bulk up slightly. Then came his cock. He liked his dick, but he was always jealous of the other canines that sported those knots. They always said they felt amazing and he needed to know. He gripped his cock, and he could feel it reel out a bit, the tip of it getting harder and forcing itself out to a point. Donner stifled a moan, his lips parting into a silent gasp as his cock pulsed longer, his foreskin peeling away from his cock as it darkened from its natural pink to an angry red. The excess skin from his foreskin rolled down his cock before swelling into a sheath. His knot pulsed out, bobbing and throbbing harder as it peeled back that thick sheath looking for a hole to lock behind.

“Holy fuck…” Donner moved his hand down to brush his knot.” Holy Fuck.” He had to hold back his volume as pleasure shot from that sensitive bulb of flesh and into his nuts. He could feel both his balls jostle, flexing and expanding to produce more portent dog seed as his cock filled out his hand and then some. He had to stroke, actually stroke the length of his dick, for the first time ever and it felt amazing! Donner’s cock had a hard curve to it that evened out into a gentle sweep. His hand cracked and shifted to be more square and thick, his fingers able to grip around that shaft as he stroked it. It had to be seven inches of solid bitch breeding meat.

He glanced back up at the screen, the image flipped so he could watch it in his position. Donner held back his groans, his mouth parted to let his breath in and out silently as he stroked his rod, the side of his palm smacking his knot while his pinky flicked over it to play with that sensitive and swelling nub.

Fuck…he’s so hot, Donner rumbled in his mind. I didn’t even change much, just a couple small things and now he’s more of a stud than he’s ever been! Fuck I want to ride him so bad. If he’d just let me, I could be on my knees in that fucking shower gagging on that dick! I’d scrub his back, clean his ass thoroughly.

Then he tasted it, that same salty bitter tang of man in his muzzle. It was the sweat from Ceil that fell into his mouth just hours ago. He could taste it as though it were fresh. Donner gave a quiet whimper as he rolled that flavor in his mouth, the smell of Ceil’s balls on his snout was fresh and warm, musky and humid like a miasma. Donner panted, his cock a throbbing mess and dripping pre onto his muzzle, the coyote imagining it was Ceils, but he could smell the lion’s pride in his nose and he knew that pre wasn’t that of an alpha lion. It was his little sub drippings as he simped for a straight stud.

What he would have given to feel his ass spread open, but he didn’t want to waste his time cleaning…then again…

Donner’s will tingled inside his hole and he knew he was prepped and ready. He spread his legs wide as he brought his fingers to his hole. It was warm and puffy, lubed and ready for him. Donner gave a sly grin as he sank his fingers into himself. He couldn’t conjure Ceil into his hole, but he could at least make his hole prepped and ready at any moment. The sub’s dream.

His fingers, augmented with their size, easily found his prostate, or rather his vision went crossed as he bit his lip to stop himself from moaning like a whore. Donner’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull, the image of Ceil playing clearly on the back of his eyelids as he stroked to that perfect man. He was trying to be quiet, but the fast squelching of his hand running over his cock while his other fingers continued to sink into his needy hole were filling the room.

Fuck, Donner didn’t care if the whole apartment complex heard him. His legs were now spread eagle to give him access to his hole, one hand playing with his button while his other hand played with his oversized clit he called a cock. He couldn’t help but imagine those big feet pinning his face, the taste of that sweat and smell of those musky balls augmenting the fantasy as he dug his fingers deeper and harder, imagining Ceil pounding his cheeks and using him as a fucking flesh light.

“Good boy…” Ceil’s voice rolled in his mind. “Take my kittens…”

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