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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

Randal has had a contentious relationship with Geffa, a fierce dragon goddess and dean of the local college, since they first met. She terrorized him and fucked him before, it's no secret. Earlier that afternoon though, Geffa had her way with him and did not hold back! She turned into a terrifying giant and fucked him so hard his sanity was shaken and his cognitive abilities shut down!

Although offered cleanup by some of the college's crew and sent on his way, it doesn't seem like he's going to snap out of the funk anytime soon...[/i]

Walking home was never such a challenge before.

Randal, walking in a staggered path like he was drunk, was lost in a daze. His whole body tingled and bits of it had bouts of numbness. He wasn't drunk, though, but in a mind-altered state as a result of having sex with his dragon dean. He was told that the effects would wear off but since he had begun his walk home, his vision got blurry and while the audio hallucinations were minor the few minutes after he had his session, they were picking up now that he was outside.

A car passed him by and he flinched, thinking it had gotten pretty close. Did it though? It looked like it had passed by his arm but he couldn't be sure. He watched the car drive away and when he blinked, the car disappeared. Was anything real?

"I shoulda called some'un," he said, his mouth still dealing with a numbness similar to having it frozen at the dentist.

He sighed. His steps were erratic. His bare doggy feet were doing a clumsy tango down the sidewalk. If he tried to walk straight forward, his direction would curve off and if he tried to predict how his sense of direction would falter, the exact same thing would happen.

He took a hand to his head. Maybe it would have been a good idea to sit down for a minute and let his dizziness clear? He didn't like the idea of stopping in the middle of a random neighborhood. People would have worried about him!

"Uh should haaaaaave ph-phoned 'r a [i]ride[/i]!"

He bit his tongue. Talking was not in the cards at the moment. Who was he even talking to? The voices swimming around him sounded enough like people but he couldn't make out any words. What would get from it? He knew that they were fake. At least, he told himself that. For the most part the voices were quiet but then one would shift close to his floppy ears like someone coming up behind him and get him to flinch in surprise.

Randal looked up at the sky and it looked like the clouds were waving like the surface of a pool. The sky's color shifted from blue to purple to blue to green and over and over. Randal blinked but the sky wouldn't stop dancing.

The dog wasn't sure what being on drugs felt like but although he felt no pain or any obvious discomfort, he wasn't enjoying the psychotic state that Geffa had thrown him in. It was a bad trip.

Another car came and it felt like it was heading right for him. Before he could move out of the way, the thing zipped past his arm. The driver honked and he could feel a breeze on his body so he knew that time he was seriously about to get hit. No hallucination about it.

He moved off the sidewalk onto the grass and walked home across one lawn after another.

Randal was so dazed he almost didn't recognize his house, or... [i]Pixie's[/i] house. It took until him recognizing his [i]neighbors'[/i] houses for him to realize what neighborhood he was in. He looked behind at the sidewalk he had traveled and spotted a familiar mailbox. It was Pixie's place!

He turned around, nearly throwing himself into a dizzy spell and falling over. With shaky legs he walked up to the door. Getting close to the building, the voices got deeper like someone was throwing a party inside. It took three tries to grab unto the doorknob. The thing waved at him but dodge all of his grabs. He got his hand on it finally but just before he turned it, he realized the door was the wrong color. It wasn't Pixie's house. But then he blinked. No, it was the right color... he believed.

He turned the handle and pushed in the door, surprised it worked that way. It felt like that was a trick of physics, even though it was something he had done before. He looked inside the house and saw a lot of familiar furniture and scenery. It was home.

Pixie was in the kitchen, cooking something up. The TV was on with Todd and Patrice on the couch.

Randal walked into the room like he was looking at it for the first time. The smell of Pixie's food-- which was bacon-- was the only thing that came clear to the dazed-out dog. Or at least, that what it seemed. What if Pixie was frying up some peppers? Randal wouldn't have time to ask or check.

Pixie looked at him and smiled, "Good afternoon, my pet!"

Randal stared at her like he was looking beyond the curvature of the earth.

Pixie glanced at him. Something was off. "Randal?"

He meant to say "Hello" but nothing came out of his mouth. He stared at Pixie with a brazen intensity and said nothing.

The door hung open, letting afternoon light into the noired living space. Patrice and Todd looked over to see what was up.

Randal stood there like he was floating in water.

"Randal?" Patrice got up off the couch, "Are you ok?"

Randal saw a chair and thought he should have sat down. He walked over but overshot his paces, knocking his legs on the chair's frame. It settled and Randal took a seat, using both hands on the back to direct his butt into the seat.

Patrice and Pixie approached him. Something was not right. Then Pixie had the idea that maybe her pet needed some cool water. She walked over to the sink and a cup from the cupboard. The cup filled with water, Pixie took it over to Randal.

Randal had left the door open. Patrice walked over and closed it then went to see what was going on with the mastiff.

Bugsy walked in the room, on all fours like the feral raccoon he was. He saw Patrice, Pixie, and Todd crowded around Randal and the guy's nerves turned cold.

"Randal?" asked Patrice, "What's wrong? Can you hear me?"

"Y-yeah," said Randal, trying his best to articulate since he was talking to actual people, "I can [i]hyuuuuur[/i] you."

"What's the matter?" Pixie offered him the water, "Are you sick?"

Was he sick? Randal had no idea. He took the water anyway. He stared at it. Drinking anything felt like a risk-- like he would get it all up his nose and drown-- but he took the water to his face and sucked some up his maw. The water went down ok.

Bugsy ran over to Randal and hopped up on the chairs. He hopped over to Randal's lap and took his shirt. "You ok, kid? Did you take the funny pink pill?"

"Is he high?" asked Todd.

Bugsy waved at hand up at Randal. Randal wanted to explain everything. He wanted to tell them that he had sex with Geffa-- at her most terrifying-- and now he was in a daze because of it. But he couldn't [i]tell[/i] them that. Geffa would kill him if he told anyone about the sex he had with her. Was that rule still on, though? That was a rule that Geffa laid upon him for the first time he had sex with the dragon dean, over a week ago. This was a different time.

Randal was frustrated. He didn't know what to do! Every pair of eyes on him stared at him like he was on his death bed, and he wasn't allowed to explain why!

"Uhhhh..." Randal didn't know what to say. The ghost whispers got loud again. He checked every face around him but no one was saying anything. All the voices that haunted his ears were from the void.

Randal couldn't stay there. He wouldn't be able to explain what was wrong. But the room was swirling and he felt like his heart was going to explode. He needed [i]help[/i].

He stood up, knocking Bugsy on the floor. He tried his best to seem normal which was a hard task due to all the sweating. He said, "I f-forgot some'in college. I min, [i]AT[/i] the college-juh!"

He raced to the door, bumping into the chair again. He laughed like it was a jest but no one was convinced he was ok. They didn't have time to stop him, though. He was out the door and out of there. This time he remembered to shut the door at least.

His breath was heavy and his heart raced. It might have been his nerves but his vision was getting wackier. He heard voices-- clear voices speaking actual words-- only to look around and see nothing. His brisk walk turned into a jog.

Someone's gotta help me! thought Randal, I'm falling apart!

Maybe if Geffa... no. He couldn't get help from Geffa. She was livid at the dog boy. Who else was there? Eustice! The panda lady and roommate to Randal's girlfriend Brandy. She [i]loved[/i] taking care of people and was always very helpful.

Randal's body was going wrong but maybe his mind daze was clearing because it appeared he could run in a straight line. He ran and the sidewalk stayed in the center of his view. He hoped he was getting better, but he passed by some people and their words were like choirs of the damned, like they were talking five different voices at once. Was he losing the ability to parse language? It seemed that way.

He wasn't sure until he was on campus ground and touching the grass with his feet and brushing his hand on the shrubs out front, but Randal made it to the college without getting hit by a car. From a distance, the shape of the college jostled and wobbled like gelatin, but once he was close enough... it still wobbled but at least he could recognize the windows and bricks. There weren't a lot of students around, still. Even if it wasn't a half-day, it was past normal school hours.

Randal couldn't find the doors, though. He wandered around the front of the school, skirting along bushes and windows, trying to remember where the door was.

"Wheeeere is?" asked Randal.

His vision was still wrecked and his hearing was unreliable but his ability to speak was coming back.

He found some doors. The handle looked curved so he couldn't tell if it was a proper door for people to enter regularly but he took the handle, pulled it open, and looked inside to a college hall. The full layout of the college wasn't something he knew off by heart but the hall he was peering at had the same floor and ceiling as the halls he knew.

He wandered the quiet corridors. It was just a college but it could have been a mythological labyrinth for how unreliable his senses and cognitive abilities were at the moment. He could have thanked the dim ceiling lights, but inside his vision stopped shaking so much. His vision wasn't so normal that he didn't have to squint and concentrate if he wanted to look into a room. He passed by a classroom and had to stand there for a second and narrow his eyes in order to turn the all-consuming light glowing out of the door window into something he could actually see. The classroom he was staring at? Nothing but empty desks. No teacher inside.

Where's Eustice? thought Randal. He thought to check the nurse's office but when he walked up to a sign to see where he was, his eyes couldn't grasp the lines that made up the map. He blinked. They swayed and mixed together like chocolate powder in a drink. The map was no use to Randal.

As he stepped away, a beam of something hit his brain. For a moment, he forgot he was on the ground floor. He looked around and remembered where he was and how high off the ground he was.

He roamed the halls, passing by unconcerned students and staff. He didn't know where to go but in his frantic escapade around the halls, he recognized some of the features and posters. He was around the faculty part of that wing!

Where was the nurse's office? He recognized a corner and walked over. It took him up to turning into another hall to see the light coming from the office with the shelves of medical supplies.

There was a shuffle inside. Someone was still around!

Randal jogged over, the voices become overwhelming as he exerted his body like that. He stumbled in the door. "Eu-euuuu-euuuustice!?"

It wasn't the gentle panda lady. It was the godlike goat man Orphis. He had removed the lab coat Randal saw him wearing earlier and walked around in a mint green polo shirt and beige khakis. The colors of clothes contrasted with his blue fur and glowing eyes.

"Oh..." said Orphis, "Randal..." He exhaled, sounding annoyed. "Is there something the matter?"

"I..." Randal coughed. The lights of the room danced in all sorts of strange colors. "I can't be a-alone right now."

Orphis took a step forward. He knew it was about the mastiff's daze brought on by being too close to the goddess dean. He shook his head. "It'll wear off, dog. Just go get some sleep."

The goat sought to walk out the door but Randal took Orphis' sleeve. "P-please! Yooooou got to help [i]me![/i]"

Orphis was annoyed and a bit of a growl escaped him. The goat restrained himself when he looked into the dog's face and saw how weathered it looked. Randal's lip quivered, the dog on the cusp of crying with a few tears riding down his cheeks.

The young dog was in a state; it was undeniable. Orphis put a hand on Randal's shoulder. The goat's voice was soft as he spoke, "Hey... [i]heeeey[/i]. Come on. Sit down."

Randal choked back tears and followed Orphis to the table in the center of the room. He sat down and Orphis took a seat beside him.

"How are you feeling?" asked Orphis.

"I can't see clearly," said Randal, "I c-can't hear clearly, either." He wiped the drool from his mouth. "I'm losing control!"

"It might take some hours for the corruption to wear off," said Orphis, knowing the exact symptoms of what Randal was going through.

"I can't be home right n-now," said Randal. He took a tortured breath in. "They are worried about me-- my roommates. I can't tell them about what happened either." He lowered his voice. "Geffa said that if I tell anyone I had..." he lowered his voice even lower and moved closer-- "[i]sex[/i] with her, she'd [i]kill[/i] me!"

This got a chuckle out of Orphis. "I'm sure she was joking about that."

Randal didn't say anything. Was it a joke?

There was silence. Orphis could see that the dog needed to relax, but if he wasn't doing well after an hour of having sex with Geffa, then chances were his recovery would take some time and be rough in the process.

Randal looked deep into Orphis' eyes. "I need to be around someone right now."

Orphis looked at the vulnerable dog boy. He looked like he hadn't had sleep in days and his arms shivered in terror. The goat man took a hand up Randal's back and rubbed. He smiled. "Ok. I'll look after you. I'll take care of you."

Randal sat there with his head sunk low, like he had just heard a friend died. Orphis leaned over and wrapped his arms around the dog. "There, there."

Randal relaxed, losing a couple tears in the process. He let the goat man's embrace comfort him. His mind was in pieces and his ability to see and hear was out of control but when Orphis hugged him, it felt like a hug. It was a hug!

"I got a place we can go." said Orphis, rising from the hug.

"Really?" said Randal.

Orphis got up. "Yes. My office. It's [i]safe[/i]."

A grin blossomed on Randal's face. Maybe things would be alright!

He got up with Orphis and he and Orphis left the room, leaving the light on behind them. Randal's vision and sense of direction were still zonked but Orphis kept the dog boy in his hand, leading him across the college. Randal clung close to Orphis, and even tried closing his eyes for a bit to get rid of the dancing lights, trusting the goat man to not lead him into a wall. The hallucinations didn't break away, though.

They traveled across the college and took the second floor. They had to go through a few doors before they got to a section of the college exclusively for staff. Randal was too dazed to be affected by any discomfort in being areas not for students. It was quiet enough to make Randal's fur stick up.

Orphis found a door and they went into a room. It was a large serene office with carpet on the floor and furnished walls. There was a desk towards the back by the window but there was also a living space with couches and chairs with a big space in between. On one side of the wall, there were doors.

The goat sat Randal down on the couch and Orphis sat down beside him.

"What can I do for you?" asked Orphis.

Randal looked at the goat. He was a handsome man. His eyes weren't expelling caustic light like before but a heartfelt glow that made Randal feel welcome.

"I..." Randal looked down at Orphis' cut chest and his gentle hands.

"Anything," said Orphis.

Randal was embarrassed to ask but he swallowed his pride and said, "Could you... hold me?"

"Sure," said Orphis with a smile.

He wrapped one arm around Randal's back and placed another around his front. Randal let his head sink into Orphis' shoulder and he relaxed. Orphis rubbed on his back and the dog rumbled.

Randal looked up at the gentle goat man looking down on him. He grinned but a pang of embarrassment hit him so he turned away in shame. "This is embarrassing."

"What is?" asked Orphis.

"Me..." Randal sighed, "Needing to be taken care of like this."

"We all have these kinds of moments," said Orphis. He pecked a kiss on Randal's head and cuddled close. Randal felt like he should have been disgusted but it felt good. His fur stood up.

Randal gazed at Orphis' chest. "You're pretty handsome." It felt nice to say, to say something his old standards wouldn't permit him to say.

Orphis saw Randal gazing at his body. "You can feel if you want."

Randal reached over and swayed a hand on Orphis' stony front. Like slabs of marble. Did Orphis work out? Did he have to? When Randal got turned into a mastiff, his body got a little stronger so magic could give people muscle. It could also give people fat as evidenced by Randal's chubby belly.

Randal leaned on Orphis, staring into space. The dog was shivering still and his breath was frail.

"I hope it was worth it," said Orphis.

Randal looked up. "What?" He thought for a moment. "Oh. I'm not sure. It didn't feel like sex at a point. It was like..." he shifted in his seat-- "getting a taste of death."

Orphis let out a loud warm laugh! He held Randal close. "Sounds to me like you had the [i]greatest[/i] sex!" He let out another chuckle but Randal didn't look amused. He cleared his throat. "How are you feeling?"

Randal looked around. Everything was shifting colors. His hearing was messed up too, like he had to whirlpools going in his ears. For a moment it seemed like things were getting better but his cognitive abilities were still rocking like a boat.

Orphis chuckled. "I'm guessing you don't have sex with wild too often."

Randal giggled but said nothing. He couldn't tell if his vision was improving. Colors stopped swaying but then the light levels in the room began shifting. He assumed it wasn't a problem with Orphis' electric grid, but it looked like the office had turned into a shitty rave.

But then Randal remembered how he left the others in a panic. His gaze sharpened. "Ah!"

Orphis straightened up, alert. "What is it?"

Randal exhaled. He slapped a hand on his head. "Hey, could you phone my house and tell them I'm alright?"

Orphis nodded. "Yes." He got up and walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. There was a glowing orange button on the pad which he poked with his hoof finger. His eyes glowed orange for a moment and then a number dialed. It beat having to remember any phone numbers.

The device phoned Pixie's house. Orphis spoke quietly, peering out at Randal from behind the desk. He explained the situation over the phone, let everyone know that Randal was fine, and hung up the receiver. Orphis went back to cuddle on Randal.

Randal rested there, almost falling asleep in some moments. He cuddled with his goat daddy while his vision swirled and voices called in his ears.

He tried blinking to get his vision to focus, but nothing worked.

"Is there a... cure that I can get?" asked Randal.

"No," said Orphis, "Your malady is a spiritual kind. Your presence to Geffa's aura has corrupted your spirit and it will take a day for it to clear, it seems."

Those were a few terms that were new to Randal. Spirit, corruption. They were things he had to inquire about but he was not in the mood for educating himself while he brain was twirling around inside his head.

Randal put a hand on his head. "Can I sleep this off?"

"Sleep doesn't fight it off that well," said Orphis, "Actually, there is another way."

"What is it?" asked Randal.

"I could zap your brain," said Orphis, "Make you feral. Only for a brief time, of course. In a primal state the effects of the corruption are reduced and they deplete just as fast as they normally would."

"You mean..." Randal thought for a moment. He had seen some people in that animalistic state. The thought of being brought down to that primal state was scary to him. He sighed. "I don't know... I sounds very weird."

"It is weird," said Orphis, stroking Randal's mastiff cheek, "but it's completely safe."

Randal looked over Orphis' handsome chest again. He lowered his voice. "I'm... I'm probably going to try to fuck you."

Orphis rubbed Randal's shoulder. "Is that a bad thing? Do you want me to indulge your beastly side?"

"If you want to," said Randal.

Orphis gave a confident nod. "I want to!"

Randal smiled. "Then... I want to, too."

"Ok..." Orphis looked around. The chair would make a good place to zap him. He pointed at the chair. "Sit down there."

Randal got up but a chill went up his spine as he realized what was about to happen; a thing he could not comprehend. The closest sensation to compare was being killed. That chair might as well have been an electric chair for what it was about to do to him.

"Jesus," said Randal. "I'm scared."

"Think of it as being put to sleep at a dentist," said Orphis, "That ever happen to you?"

"No..." said Randal. "But my cousin had to be sedated when he had his tonsils removed."

Orphis smiled. "And is your cousin still alive?"

"Last I checked," said Randal. He turned to the chair and sat down, rubbing his knee out of nervousness. He gripped the arms of the chair like he was holding on for his life.

Orphis put on a very comforting grin. "You will wake up tomorrow perfectly fine. You are just taking an extended nap."

Randal licked his lips and nodded. "Ok..."

Orphis raised his hand and Randal had to turn away. He closed his eyes, letting the darkness consume him.

Orphis fired a bolt of magic at Randal. It absorbed his body in an instant and then was gone. Randal's postured relaxed and he leaned into a side of the chair as he opened his eyes.

With a dull glance he looked around. "Arf?"

Orphis got up and walked towards Randal. Randal looked at the stranger-- the dog boy unbound by audio or visual hallucinations like his sentient counterpart. The dog leaned in to sniff at the goat man. Orphis took a slow hand to Randal, rubbing his cheek and scratching his neck. The dog boy's eyes swooned and he kicked his leg.

The office was no space for a primalized zooman, but Orphis let the brute walk around and explore the place. Orphis took to his desk while Randal wandered around, sniffing at things. He went up to another chair and pushed at it to see what it would do. The thing toppled and then settled back into place. The dumbed-down dog boy was fascinated!

Randal walked around and poked at things. He picked up a book and tried biting it before giving up and dropping it to the floor, pages open. He found a lamp. Orphis was careful to watch him as the dog picked it up and gave it a rattle. The shade bounced around but the lamp remained intact after Randal left it on the table, although the lamp rested sideways.

The dog walked around, looking at objects, swatting things off tables, and making a mess. Orphis was a magic being-- it wouldn't have been a hassle to clean up the place-- so he didn't care.

The shirt that sentient Randal had put on was getting to the primalized dog. He got on the ground, kicking his legs around as he grabbed his shirt and tried to pull it off. The stupid brute struggled at that for a half-minute until he got the idea of lifting the shirt off through the holes. The arm hole was too small to pull his head through but the neck hole seemed to work. The dog boy twisted and grunted as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his flabby belly.

He left the shirt on the floor and got back up, using a cabinet to pull himself up and tipping it a little bit in the meantime. Some ornaments slid down but not enough to fall off or topple over.

Randal continued to idle around the room, sniffing at the stuff and peeking at what he could find but his curiosity took him up to the goat man. He stared, drooling running down his chin. He grunted and smiled.

"Someone's enjoying dumbitude," said Orphis.

Randal looked down at Orphis' lap and took tiny steps forward. Reaching down, Randal locked eyes with Orphis like he was waiting for a signal for see if what he was doing was ok. Randal lowered his hand onto Orphis' crotch.

Orphis smiled. "Someone's [i]wanting[/i]."

Randal let a tongue roll out. He rubbed the crotch and felt a lot of meat down there-- more than the dog had! The goat man had a stuffed shop of meat, in fact!

This revelation gave Randal great joy! He leaned up and howled! Orphis hung his arms over the back of his chair and smoldered at the dog boy. "You're very cute. I can see why you're so popular with the dean."

Randal leaned down and tried ripping through Orphis' pants, wanting at that dick! Orphis' swatted the dog's hands away as he got on his feet. Orphis said, "Alright, alright, alright."

Orphis lifted up his polo shirt and revealed a chest of blue fur. The polo shirt wasn't like: the goat's chest was cut. Randal stared at the goat man's pecs, drooling. He stepped forward to feel Orphis' shoulders and abs.

Orphis chuckled. "You love to feel up a good chest, don't you?"

Randal barked and reached down at Orphis' pants again. He tugged on the waistline before Orphis gestured him away and removed the pants himself. Orphis dropped his drawers and there before the room and Randal was Orphis' penis-- hanging flaccid at nearly eight inches with two baseball sized testicles underneath. Eight inches [i]flaccid[/i].

Randal whimpered with joy! The goat man was a [i]beast[/i] in the pants!

Orphis took his member and waved it at the dog boy. The dog boy was astounded by the cock! He had to prepare himself so he looked down at his pants and tugged at the waistline, and then dropped the duds. They fell to the ground and Randal's semi-erect cock stood at an angle at seven inches.

Orphis let Randal step out of his legwear and the goat man took the dog to the center of the room where there was a large space. Randal stared at Orphis, unsure what to do but showing off an erection to let Orphis know the dog was ready for anything.

"Get down," said Orphis.

The dog did nothing.

It looked like the goat man would have to tap into some magic. His eyes glowed purple for a moment. "Get on your arms and legs."

Randal froze, then got down on the floor. He was on his arms and legs like Orphis commanded. His body loosened up, coming out of the trance. The dog wasn't sure how he got on his arms and legs but it was a nice position to be in and he looked up at Orphis, tongue hanging out.

Orphis smiled and got behind the dog. Didn't take long for the goat man to get a big hard boner going. He dragged his fingers around the dog butthole to let the mutt know that action was coming. Randal barked with excitement, tongue waggling around like a mudflap.

The goat man took away his hand and stuck his cock in, the dog boy unprepared for how much pipe was being loaded into his docking bay. Were cocks supposed to be that big? It was a question that would have puzzled the pooch even if he was still lucid. The lesson was coming, though. Orphis got thrusting and the two were off to the fuck-races!

Both intelligent goat and dumbed-down dog made the same kind of breathy grunt as Orphis jagged into Randal's ass. They grunted like brutes as they rocked into each other-- Orphis' large cock and hammering nuts slamming into Randal's chubby mastiff butt.

Randal got hard. His balls dangled and his cock got huge. How could the dumb mastiff not get hard when such a handsome and sexy goat man was drilling into his ass like a jackhammer? Orphis' cock was a ram of pleasure up Randal's butthole, delivering sexual pleasure all through the dog's cave.

It was a crowd of noise made up of plaps and grunts but it was undeniable pleasure for both of them. The feeling of physical connection made their nerves sing with joy. Their legs rubbing together churned a lovely warmth. Their ball sacs danced and flailed like flowers in the wind.

Randal hung with mouth wide and let drool splash everywhere. It got on the carpet, his arms, and his hands. He smiled and grunted.

Orphis took a hand underneath his flabby mastiff friend and clutched the mastiff's furry chest, bringing his body down into the back of Randal's. He let his abs and pecs dig into the mastiff's body and brought his head down to Randal's, getting slapped on the nose by one of Randal's floppy ears.

Randal was doing it, so Orphis joined in: the goat man let himself drool. It wasn't sophisticated behavior but it felt so good to let the faucet flow!

They grunted and smacked each other, and their noises got louder and harder. Randal panted like a freight train. Randal's groans churned like wind passing through a cave. He grimaced and curved his head upward. He clenched his asshole around Orphis' huge dick.

Orphis liked the squeeze. It gave him something to fight. He gripped the floor with his hoof fingers and grit his teeth as a fire blazed on his cock's surface. What was the dog trying to do? Start a forest fire? Orphis' tall tree was producing smoke and at risk of flame.

The goat man took one hand down to Randal's cock. The thing was as erect as the Eiffel Tower. Its hard curves were pleasures to Orphis' fingers and it was a pleasure for Randal for have the goat caress his 10 inch cock.

Orphis' groans got loud. No, he [i]screamed[/i]. He screamed and bellowed to let the world know the amazing mastiff ass he was ravaging. His thrusts got harder with hefty thumps sounding off every time his goat hips smacked against Randal's bubbly butt.

There was no soundproofing to Orphis' office, so their sounds of lovemaking would have been heard down the halls and adjacent rooms if there were people around. In fact, it would have been heard the floor below, a curious sound for those walking the halls in the late afternoon hours.

Randal clenched his jaw and then began a festival of grunting, barking, and moaning. Orphis rode on Randal so hard that his ass heaved back and pushed forward with the force of a boxer's punch. Randal craved it. The dumb dog's cock was waggling and waving into the air, so excited to have massive goat cock up his ass.

Thump thump thump. Orphis' hips hit Randal's backside like a leather being tempered. Their legs rubbed up against each other, their fur mixing together. Their feet twitched and turned, their bodies overwhelmed with pleasure to keep the appendages still.

Orphis leaned up and curved out his chest while he jammed inside Randal. His blue furry body shone in the room's light.

Randal made whimpering noises, so overwhelmed with pleasure, and Orphis lost it. His testicles loosened, hot liquid shot up his passages, and a pulse flickered inside his flesh. The goat crunched his face and closed his eyes, like holding a lid on a boiling pot, but something inside him built-- and it built too strong for him to contain.

[b]*BLLLEEEEEARTTT!!*[/b]

Orphis' eyes popped open and he bleated out into the room as his cock fired a sweltering load of jism into Randal's ass.

The cum inside his ass, tickling his butt canals, set Randal over the edge. He folded his legs together and he whimpered some more, only arousing Orphis further and causing the goat to bleat harder and louder, twisting his body back he could see his legs behind him. He bleated and emptied his balls into Randal, cum leaked out of the mastiff's ass and dripping to the carpet below.

Randal moaned, tensing up, but then he threw his head back and howled! It was coming. Orphis, his cock still going, grabbed Randal's member and jerked it. The mastiff growled and bit his lip, his toes splaying on the carpet. He didn't help himself, though, and when the urge to cum awakened, the mastiff took it. He loosened his canals and sperm raced down his shaft. He howling got frequent, with barely breaths in between howls, as she lost his seed out into the room.

It splashed on the floor, mixing into the carpet. It fired onto Randal's belly and onto his arms. Orphis cranked him and Randal spurt like an aqueduct.

Randal's testicles slowed and he finished his cum. There was a breath of beautiful relief and Orphis pulled out letting Randal fall to the floor. They caught their breaths, Randal gasping while he lay there. Orphis sat up against a chair and relaxed.

After a few minutes of rest, Randal got curious again. He got up and walked around the room, cock hanging off of him like a wrench off of a toolbelt. He played with more things and once Orphis regained his breath, he paid attention to Randal and made sure the dog didn't get himself into any trouble. When Randal walked up to Orphis' desk, the dog boy got down on his knees and looked under to see what was under there but Orphis kept a clean room so the carpet was tidy.

As Randal roamed, his horny returned. A stray glance at Orphis had the mastiff focusing on the goat man's hefty cock. Randal licked his lips but ignored it for a minute. The mastiff went around and swatted some books off the ground, looking at their words but unable to understand them.

While wandering around further, Randal looked over at Orphis, the goat man relaxing on the couch-- his legs splayed out and his cock hanging forward like it was armed to fire. Randal drooped his tongue out as he walked towards Orphis, eyes on that big blue cock.

Orphis knew what he wanted, and got cranking. The big blue cock got hard and raised up. Randal wanted it. He walked over and stopped-- wondering what he wanted to do. There was hesitation and strange movements but he settled for showing his back to Orphis and sitting down on the cock, letting it slide up into his ass.

The goat took Randal's hands, resting them on the dog's thighs, and rocked into the mastiff. Randal hopped up and down Orphis' cock like it was a massage chair, his tongue waggling out of his mouth and getting drool anywhere. Randal both giggled like an idiot and barked like a dog.

Randal flailed his feet around, loving the feeling of his taint rubbing up against the top of Orphis' huge balls. He barked and howled, so celebratory that he was getting amazing cock up his butt!

Orphis took the dog's cock and jerked him off. Randal couldn't hold it in for long with the huge goat rod pulverizing his butthole. After a good session of riding Orphis' lap like a cowboy, Randal climaxed and sprayed his jism all over the place, splashing his and Orphis' legs with mastiff cum.

Randal collapsed, satisfied. The dog got strength back in his legs and got up from Orphis' dick, walking around to stretch out his body.

Orphis craved that mastiff ass. While Randal was sniffing at a lamp, Orphis came up behind him and took the dog's cock. He furrowed his brow and barked at Orphis, almost insulted, but as Orphis danced his fingers down Randal's shaft, Randal's expression dropped, curious to see where it would go. Orphis wrapped his hand around Randal's shaft and got cranking. Randal's face fell into a dreamy smile.

They leaned forward, both of them miles away in ecstasy. Randal got hard, his big mastiff cock jutting out into the room, and Orphis got erect himself, his dick slapping Randal's side.

They panted and grunted as they got their engines going and soon a climax came over Randal, his breath getting heavy and his smile falling to overwhelming ecstasy. The mastiff howled upward when he blew, spraying jizz around the room. It got on chairs and furniture but Orphis could clean it later. Randal lost his cum and slumped forward, vibing on the post-orgasm chills.

Orphis wiped his hand on a tissue and sat down on the couch. Randal looked over at him and joined the goat. Randal seemed pre-horny like he was biding his time before he got his attraction back and anticipated more arousal. Soon, he cuddled with the goat, leaning his head into Orphis' shoulder.

Randal gazed at Orphis' chest. Randal leaned in and brushed a cheek on the furry slabs. Orphis giggled. It was ticklish but he was also endeared by Randal's cuddliness. The tone changed when Randal nibbled on Orphis' nipple. It hurt the goat man but he let the mastiff have his way. The goat had done similar acts, too.

The mastiff spotted Orphis' dick. It was resting on the couch, a bit blushed and wet from all the things the two males had been doing. Randal moved down and sniffed at it.

"Don't you nibble on that one," said Orphis.

Randal sniffed again, then licked. Orphis' toes flinched when the mastiff's tongue flicked down his shaft. Was the dog going to go for it? Randal grabbed Orphis' cock, as gentle as he had been in that dumbed down state. The dog cranked Orphis' junk, hoping to get it hard.

Orphis wasn't comfortable with the dumbed-down dog jerking him off but the goat man reminded himself that he owed some trust to the dumbed down dog boy so Orphis let go of his inhibitions and let Randal's stroking tickle his libido. The goat got hard-- his dick reaching out to 8 inches, then 9, then 10. It grew and grew.

Once Orphis' cock was out as far it could go, Randal, gently now, put his mouth on the goat man's cock. He blinked-- unsure how to do it. His instincts were confused. He wanted to suck dick but didn't have the muscle memory for it.

Randal tried anyway, rubbing his tongue up and down the bottom of Orphis' shaft and keeping a sealed clasp tight on the top. The stupid brute couldn't help but drool all over Orphis' meat but who was going to complain.

Orphis shifted in his seat and got comfortable. He put a hand on Randal's shoulder and rubbed it gently to let the dog know he was doing a good job. Randal's sucked dick and anytime he looked up at Orphis, the mastiff's eyes seemed intelligent-- like Randal knew how much Orphis liked it.

Randal put his hands on Orphis' lap and sucked-- smacked on the goat cock like he was trying to deep throat a frankfurter. Orphis leaned back and breathed heavily, gripping the couch below him and pressing the back of his legs against the couch.

Randal fiddled with Orphis' big balls, swaying them around. The mastiff dug a finger into the fur on Orphis' sac. Randal's lips wiped down Orphis' rod while the mastiff's tongue lapped up the rod's sides.

Orphis gripped the cover of the cushion and bit his lip. He was trying to hold it in but the dog's mouth was dancing on the goat cock like ballerinas. Randal's tongue flicked the underside of Orphis' cock and the goat twitched. The dog's teeth poked the top of his shaft and Orphis twisted. Orphis felt his tip hit the back of Randal's throat and he lost his breath.

The goat huffed and gritted his teeth as his balls pumped seed out. Up his shaft and out into Randal's mouth and the goat bleated in celebration. His mouth open wide and his eyes just as vast, Orphis screamed out and orgasmed like a garden hose. Randal kept sucking, loving the feeling of jism coating his mouth. Randal-- in his dumbed-down state-- wasn't a swallower so the jism escaped his mouth and rode down Orphis' dick.

Orphis went through a cycle of expressions-- sweet agony, bitter joy, intensity and transcendence. He came all he could, and even as Randal's mouth played with the muscles on his dick, Orphis lost the last of his orgasm. Randal smacked a few smacks more then let his mouth off, drool and semen hanging from his maw.

Randal horked the scum onto the floor.

Orphis let himself get his fuel back and then went down on Randal to return the favor. The goat man caressed the mastiff's head, letting the dog relax, and gestured him to the floor with his legs out. When Randal saw Orphis descend the goat's head onto the dog's dick, Randal knew what was going to happen.

Randal rested his head back and closed his eyes as Orphis took his mouth around his cock. Randal was a firm as an old pepper when the goat got his mouth on the shaft but once a tongue touched down on the meat, Randal's fury glowed. His cock rose and hardened in Orphis' maw.

The dog was quiet and still once the goat got going on the dick. He squirmed and moaned, but not too erratically nor loudly. The mastiff dug his buttcheeks into the carpet below while Orphis went to town on his member.

Randal moaned with his mouth open and jolted upward while he came. Orphis wasn't above drinking a good helping of dog cum, although Randal was too dumb to appreciate it.

The dog came, relaxed his body, took a rest. Orphis rested to and was to relaxed to pay attention to Randal when the dog got up to walk around. Orphis didn't mind the pooch exploring until Randal knocked a pitcher of water onto the ground.

Orphis knew it was going to happen, but he had hoped it didn't. Oh well, he thought. It was just more cleaning he would have to do.

The night was getting close so Orphis wanted to make sure Randal was well-fed. He called up the kitchen crew and requested a bowl of water and some food-- any food really. One of the staff brought up a tray with the two requested items. The bowl of food looked like tuna salad with some leftover potatoes.

Randal's ears perked as Orphis brought the tray to the middle of the room and set it on the floor. Randal's nose led him to the food. He got down on his hands and knees, bumping the tray. He took a nib of the food and it seemed alright. He dug in, taking sips of water in-between big chomps of food.

Orphis was feeling hungry himself so he looked at Randal's tray of food and used his magic to form a copy of the tray for the goat's dinner. He found another empty spot on the floor and put the tray down, getting on his knees to eat the food with his mouth, like a pet.

It was pathetic but it was fun. Randal looked over at Orphis, the goat's shapely ass sticking out with the tail hanging behind him, and the dog went over behind the goat to swat the tail. It was a fun activity for a minute but then that hard ass got Randal's attention. Randal rubbed himself out a quick one to get his cock hard and then took that firm cock and stuck it in Orphis' ass.

Orphis quit eating for a couple minutes to let Randal pork one out. The dog came, sighed out his orgasm, and then walked his sticky cock back over to his tray to finish his meal.

The two finished their meals, and Randal walked around some more. He walked up to Orphis' desk and picked up a pen. The dog stared at it for a second and then opened his mouth. "Puh-puh... puh-nnnnn!"

It was strange behavior. Orphis walked over and looked at Randal's eyes. His intelligence was coming back. It was best that Randal be in the dark for the full time-slot so Orphis raised a finger and zapped Randal's face. Randal blinked, dropping the pen. He was dumbed down to zero again.

Randal marched around the room again, checking things out with his primal curiosity but Orphis was starting to find it pathetic. The dog needed some air! Orphis didn't have a leash around so he tapped into his magic to materialize one. With only Orphis' will to create it, a leash appeared in the goat's hand. It was a red leash with a retractable line.

Orphis walked up to Randal and attached the leash to Randal's collar. He walked to the door but the dog didn't want to follow.

"Come on, dog!" Orphis commanded.

Randal got the idea and followed Orphis to the door. They went out into the halls. The late evening light shone then in a bleak orange. The halls were quiet but Orphis and Randal could hear faint shouting and cheering from outside. Outside,: Randal probably would have appreciated spending some time in it so Orphis lead the way.

They walked to the stairs and Randal was still smart enough to use the rail to go down the steps although he was slow in pace. Orphis, as naked as his dog friend, held the leash up to make sure it didn't get in Randal's way.

They got down to the ground floor. There was some chattering around. It was still lively at 7:00. On the way out the doors to the parking lot, the couple passed by the head office where a few workers were working. Orphis and Randal passed by quickly but one of the ladies working in the office got up to double-check if it was two naked men that just passed by. She saw some cheeks but that was all.

When they walked out into the parking lot, Randal smiled and got a good breath of air in. The breeze took both of their bodies, relaxing both of them. Orphis was happy to be out of his clothes, letting his buttcheeks and nutsack get some fresh air. Randal loved the feeling of breeze on his fur.

Up the hill on the football field, some people were running around. Their shouts and cheers echoed across the lot, so the goat took his dog friend across the asphalt towards the commotion. There was a tall igauandon lady that Orphis knew-- it was Coach Shandelie and she was wearing her outfit-- a white collared golf shirt and sandy brown shorts. She had to bring her outfit from home since the college didn't have a lot of clothing for people who were ten feet tall and there weren't many pairs of shorts that had holes for tails-- and hers was especially large and weighty.

Shandelie looked out at the field holding her knuckles at her sides. Randal looked up at the very tall person and was scared. His primitive mind was wary of such large beings. He growled before Orphis told him to quit it. He took to the other side of his goat carrier, wanting to keep his distance from the iguanadon coach.

Shandelie turned and saw Orphis approach. "[i]Orphis![/i]" She glanced at his nakedness. "What's the matter? Forgot your gym shorts?"

Orphis smiled, his tone warm. "None such! I was having a fun time with this pet here and wanted to get some fresh air."

The students walking around, five of them in total and all of them lacking tail showing that they were former humans, stopping throwing their footballs around and noticed Orphis and Randal. A few of them giggled, a little embarrassed to see a couple of guys in the buff with their dongs hanging out.

Randal scuttled across the ground, barking at Shandelie. The large lady chuckled. "Why hello to you too!"

The students watched Randal bark and ride across the ground with his arms low. One of them-- a chesty weasel girl-- glanced at Randal and frowned. "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing serious," said Orphis, waving a hand. "I just put him under a dumbening spell for a bit. To relax."

Another one of the students-- a tall flamingo guy-- watched Randal bark and sniff in Shandelie's direction. "He doesn't look relaxed."

"He just needs to get used to the big lady," said Orphis. He patted Randal's ass. "Come on, go get a sniff."

Randal approached Shandelie. Shandelie knelt down so that Randal's face could reach hers. He sniffed at her and looked like he was going to lick her for a moment but then he took his nose to Shandelie's crotch. The dinosaur lady giggled as did the students.

Orphis spotted an erection come over Randal. "He's frisky!"

Randal rumbled, and smiled. The dino lady had a good scent! He leaned into the dig his nose into the dino's crotch but Shandelie pushed him back and chuckled. She stood up. "Not today, dog."

The weasel girl chuckled. "He wants to mate with coach!"

Shandelie smiled at the weasel girl. "Is he the only one?"

The weasel girl blushed.

Randal yawned and chomped his mouth. The dog was tired.

"Ready for bed, little guy?" asked Orphis.

Randal had no idea what those words meant but barked like he agreed with them.

"We're almost done ourselves," said Shandelie. She addressed her students. "How about we head to my place, crack open some beers, and then have hot sex until morning?"

The students cheered. Orphis let them finish their football game and walked Randal around the field. The dog could have used a few more minutes of outside.

Randal mostly followed Orphis lead although there was a moment where Randal wanted to investigate a bunch of dandelions. Biting into one, the dog got a mouth full of cotton. The goat laughed as his dog pal sneezed and tried to pull out the fluffs with his hands.

The dog tried to spit out the fluff as he was walked around the edge of the football field. After Randal got a good fifteen minutes of walking, Orphis directed him back to the school.

The stars were out above them by the time they got back into the building. Orphis led the young dog back up to the second floor. The pooch was a little uncooperative going up the stairs but Orphis let the dog take his time-- the dog clinging to the rail and even sitting down on occasion-- to prevent any harm.

Back up on the second floor, Orphis led the dog to his office. The trays of food were still in there so Orphis picked up the food and disappeared them with magic. The water could stay, as Randal might have gotten thirsty.

Orphis was ready for Randal to go to bed but even after the goat laid out some blankets for the dog to rest on, the dog wouldn't go to sleep.

The goat man was horny so he smacked Randal's ass a few times. Randal smiled and barked getting the gesture. They slapped dicks around for a few minutes, grunting like idiots, before Randal got on the ground and presented his ass to Orphis. Orphis couldn't resist-- he got down on Randal and drilled the dog's asshole like a mining laser!

The dog didn't tire quickly. It took a good session of getting fucked from behind, some missionary, and a vicious jerkoff session before another yawn escaped Randal.

Randal curled up on the floor with the blankets and cradled his head on a bundle. Orphis removed a cushion from the couch and placed it underneath Randal's head. Randal bit at it a few times but relaxed and lay his head down on the cushion. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Orphis cleaned up around the room, turned off the lights and relaxed. He put his clothes back on and sat down. He meditated.

The later hours came and there was a knock on the door. Orphis broke out of his stupor and got up to check the door. He knew who it was. He opened the door and there was Alegria. She was an elephant girl, with all the height that comes with it. She looked down at Orphis from atop a long trunk, her eyes almost hiding behind the wall above the door frame.

"Hi Orphis," said the elephant girl.

"Greetings, Alegria." Orphis backed away from the door. "Come on in."

Alegria had to lower her head to walk into the room and even inside she was just tall enough to brush her hair on the ceiling. She wore a striped shirt that clinged to her large breasts and flabby sides. Her denim shorts were tight as well.

She walked across the floor on big bare feet, her stone toes clacking into the carpet. She was told that there was a primalized dog in the room so she was quiet.

"Is that him?" she asked, spotting the mastiff sleeping on the floor.

"Yeah," said Orphis, keeping his voice low.

"What happened?" asked Alegria. "Did you zap his brain?"

Alegria and Orphis walked over to the couch at the side of room, to keep themselves away from Randal and not awaken him.

"Because he needed to relax," said Orphis.

"I heard the dean terrorized him!" said Alegria.

"Oh she terrorized him alright," said Orphis. "The dean had her way with him and there were some insane after-effects... literally."

"So you had to put him under?" asked Alegria.

"Yes," said Orphis.

Alegria smirked. "Are you sure you weren't just looking for an excuse to primalize someone?" She wiggled her fat into Orphis' side. "You do [i]love[/i] to primalize us humans."

Orphis smirked. "It will help the dog, I promise! My enjoyment from mentally devolving you humans--" He caught himself-- "You [i]former[/i] humans is nothing but icing on the cake!"

Alegria giggled and hugged her boyfriend. Orphis hugged back. They rested into each other and the night faded away. Surely tomorrow Randal would be better.

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