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Sashimi Party - Part 5

Gala stood up, looking over the table. Nine guests, all slumped over, all missing some or all of their manhoods, some still shivering as they underwent various hallucinations and nightmares, some just staring ahead dully with wet stained cheeks. Colin was a wonderful, sweet man, sexual equipment or not, and he wouldn't have it in him to do what needed to be done to recover what was lost. Gala had no such qualms. He would do anything for Colin. Anything. He nodded to Lazarus.

"You can 'retract' your magic, right? Give them back their control over their muscles and so on?"

"I can," Lazarus said. The sheep flexed his arms over his head. "I can't completely eliminate the effect, but I can withdraw most of the energy that's going into keeping them all subdued. The healing properties are staying, though. I don't think you want a bunch of your, ah, 'friends', suddenly gushing blood all over the floor."

"No, of course not," Gala said, as he rubbed a paw along the fur between the slumped Max's ears. "I want them to learn a lesson, not die."

Caleve and Lazarus moved the hotel cart, and began arranging the remaining pieces. Lazarus focused on setting up the select, curated cuts on a silver serving platter, assembling a three dimensional puzzle out of soft, wet hunks of flesh and bone and skin. Caleve was dealing with the other pieces, the leftover hunks and torn gibbots that used to proudly jut and dangle from the groins of the emasculated figures slumped around the table. He picked up each piece, settling it to one side or another, mingling clumps of flesh that had never touched each other, now draped and nestled in against one another in an intimate way.

Gala chimed his fork against his own wine glass, as the men slumped around the table began to rouse from their 'slumber'. Ears twitched first, swiveling back and forth. Soft sniffles were heard, as well as distant groans. Gala grinned, watching as his 'friends' arose from the dead, muzzles tightening in pain that could finally be expressed.

"Welcome back, gentlemen," he said, as he drank from his glass, malicious delight twinkling in his eyes.

"Oh my god, it's... real? Not a dream?" Jax said, his eyes blinking slowly. He turned his head, the first of the victims to fully reclaim his ability to speak again, looking around the room for whatever specters he had hallucinated about. "Fuck... Damn..." He looked down at his groin, his emasculated crotch, and his nares darkened in furious embarrassment as his groin spurted a little splash of pent up seed out over his denuded crotch.

"My dick... my dick is gone..." Benny moaned. He was still staring down at his ruined groin. Having the urethra and musculature excised from his cock had been agonizing, but being left with nothing to jut out of his slit, that was even worse. "You took my cock, you asshole..."

He couldn't, apparently, work up the energy to shout it, but Gala knew he would have if he could.

"It wasn't your whole cock, just the part I needed. The rest is on that dish right there, to be served to tonight's actual customers."

The big dragon sat up, his hand moving to rub against his groin. He felt only the raw, naked wound of his own emasculation, his hand slick with his lost seed as he lifted it up and away from his groin. Startled, he looked down, realizing for the first time, with clarity, what had been taken from him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Thank goodness for that, Gala thought. Jason was the one most likely to go into a frenzy, to overcome the sedative effects of the lamb's blood, so now Gala could relax.

"My balls..." William said, at Jason's side. "Where are my big ram balls..." He was muttering, feeling around his groin, pulling his dick from side to side as he hopelessly searched for his purloined pouch. "No... I... this weekend... My girlfriend... I've been saving up...."

"Shoulda bred when you had the chance," Gala said, as he stroked his fingers over the stolen eggs, resting on the silver platter. "They'll be of far more use with their new owner... who knows... maybe his children will even have your DNA!"

To William's right, Rabid whimpered. His small berries, having no sack to contain them in, had plopped out of his inguinal canals, and he held his fingers almost against them, wondering what he should do. He softly touched one, then pulled his paw back with a soft whimper. They may be small, but they were still quite sensitive.

"Do you want help?" Saila asked, as she regained her own bearings. Rabid shook his head, and instead sucked in his gut, hoping that the action would help draw the marbles back up into his body. It didn't work, though. Saila was surprisingly relaxed, the fingers of her right hand moving to rub at the soft mound of her groin. "Here, I know just what to do."

Rabid pulled his hands away, watching attentively as Saila reached between his legs. He would need to remember what she did, in case this happened again, until he could get his scrotum replaced or pulled together. It wasn't like it would be a meaningful change, his scrotum had not been very prominent in the first place.

Saila's fingers curled under the rabbit's balls, resting them on top of her palm, and she gently folded her thumb down over them. "Here we go," she said, in a little sing-song voice, and then squeezed. The berries put up barely any resistance, before rupturing, soft crackling sounds heard as they split and spit their soft white gooey innards against Saila's palm.

The waitress smiled widely, and raised that paw to her mouth, licking the remnants of the rabbit's seed out of her palm. "Yummy." Max rubbed fingers against his stump as he looked around, taking in the ruinous destruction of all of his friend's groins. Jason's huge cock - gone. Fuck, there goes Rabid's balls. Priam's whimpers of despair, William's confused, shocked mutterings, it was all so erotic, so hot. He had always known that this would happen, eventually, had secretly hoped and wanted it to, and now it had. He only wished he could have watched it all.

"There's, like, no dicks left, right? Just William's? And William's straight?" Max mused, as he stood up. The folf wobbled for a bit, circling around the table. He peeked down, taking in the sight of each of the other guest's unmalings, their stumps and tatters making his cheeks hot and his body tight with excitement. The folf stepped over Jason's unconscious form, and licked his lips as he stared at Benny, who was gently kneading the area around where his dick had once been, still sniffling, still despairing over the loss of his prized cock.

Benny's soft sobs were interrupted as two white paws reached up from beneath his chair, grasping the chicken's knees. Max pulled his snout up, jutting in between the chicken's thighs. "Hey Benny. Heard you lost your cock. Mind if I...?"

The folf didn't wait for an answer, as he jammed his snout in between the chicken's thighs, his soft tongue licking into the tender, empty vent where Benny's dick used to jut. The folf was curled over so that his hips were under Benny's chair, which meant that nobody could see the way he was grinding into the air as he lavished the uncocked groin with his soft, fawning licks and kisses. He was gentle, loving even, caringly and tenderly teasing and soothing the attacked flesh. Benny didn't have to know how hot Max found his debauched groin, how sexy Max found it that the chicken had been stripped entirely of his pride, leaving him with only a hot, soft channel for the folf to lick inside. He might, if he smelled Max's seedless clear prostate fluid pouring out of his groin, but Max doubted he would even notice.

Gala smirked at the debauchery, and signaled to Lazarus and Caleve. The plates were finished being arranged, and there was nothing else left for the three of them to do here. There was one more guest that needed to be tended to, and they had waited a long, long time for this particular meal.

The fox led the way, with Lazarus holding the silver serving tray, bedecked with a big metal dome, and with Caleve pushing the hotel cart with the assorted 'remnants' on it. There was a second dining room that they had reserved, this one much smaller, for much more intimate affairs. The room was darkened, save for candles on the walls and on the small, round table. There was one guest, a cheetah, sitting patiently at the table. He was blindfolded, but turned his head towards the door as the three friends approached him.

"I smell Gala... and sex," Colin said, wryly. He scrunkled his snout, raising it into the air. "And... meat. Where am I, anyways? Gala, what kind of prank is this?"

"No prank, my love," Gala said, as he sat down across from Colin. He reached forward, taking the cheetah's paw in his own. "Well, at least, there are no pranks on you. I can't say the same for some others, though..."

"What did you do, Gala," Colin said, clutching the fox's paw in his own and stroking along it. "And why am I blindfolded?"

"Well, you're in a place... a specific place. A place where I failed you, and where... where I'm hoping we can reunify ourselves. You, and I."

"I don't understand," Colin said. He sniffed the air again. "What, exactly, do you have planned?"

Gala bit his lip, his brow furrowing with the first anxiety he had felt tonight. He nodded to Caleve, who gently pulled the blindfold up and off of Colin's head, the cheetah's handsome eyes blinking as he got used to the bright light of the candles right in front of him. He looked straight at Gala, smiling shyly, his whiskers flexing.

"Well, we made you a special meal tonight... Caleve and Lazarus and I." Coli's eyes scrunkled up as he imagined the fox cooking, then looked over to his right, as Caleve rolled the hotel cart up to the table next to them. He gasped, as he saw the large, fresh, warm hunks of meat, and then briefly looked around the room, recognizing where he was. "Colin, you're safe."

"Gala, I don't understand," Colin said, his voice rising in pitch with a sudden panic. "Why did you bring me here? I thought you believed me, you know I didn't cheat on you-"

"I know, sweetie. Something terrible happened to you here, and I allowed it to." Gala said. He refused to let go of the cheetah's paws, gently tugging, helping to bring the springing feline back down to his seat. "Now, if you trust me, if you will stay here with me, I'd like to share something wonderful with you, here. A way to let the past behind. A way to rebuild you and me."

Colin seemed nervous, but sat, his fingers rubbing over Gala's earnestly, stressedly. "Well, I don't know.. I don't think I could eat anything, you know, here, after what happened..."

"I think you can. You see," Gala smiled, and lifted Colin's hands, so that Caleve could slip the big metal serving plate alongside them. The candles were pushed nearly to the edge of the table, their warm flickering lights touching over the unique, organic, sensual shapes of various cock and ball parts. "This... this is the genitals of everyone who stole from you, that night."

Colin gasped, and Gala grinned. The cheetah stared down, and Gala could see the feline piecing together the puzzle pieces, tying each morsel to the person that it had come from.

"All of them - but - I mean -" Colin stammered, but Gala gently shushed him.

"Lazarus helped. They're all fine, they'll all live, they'll all have the rest of their lives to contemplate the terrible thing they did to you." Gala lifted Colin's hand, dragging it to his mouth, smooching against it softly. "It was cruel, I know, but I could not forgive them for what they did. Not just by eating your cock... but lying to me... disparaging you like that.... making me think that you would ever cheat on me..."

"But we talked about that," Colin said. He eyed up one of the medallions of dragon cock that was glistening on the plate near him. "We resolved... all of that. And we love each other, more now than ever. So you didn't... need to...."

"I did. For you." Gala said. He gave Colin's paws one last squeeze, then released them. "Because you are a sweet and forgiving cheetah, with the heart of a teddy bear. But I'm a fox, and they fucked with you, and I will never, ever tolerate that. You're mine, and I protect what's mine. Now," and Gala smirked, his eyes glittering as he fastened his bib. "Eat up, before Caleve gets too hungry and starts stealing bites."

Colin had to consider this, for a second, and Gala knew he was turning over the moral, legal, and ethical repercussions of this meal. The fox licked his chops, smacking his lips loudly, and reached for the julienned outer casing of Benny's cock. Caleve had been fastidious in both arranging the stolen meat, as well as preparing it into interesting, bite size pieces for them to share. Gala plucked up one long pink 'worm' of dick meat, wiggling it in the air. Colin watched, trying not to look too interested, but Gala could see the way his love's nostrils were slightly flared, the way his pupils were dilated.

He popped the warm bit of flesh into his mouth, and made a show of gulping it down.

"Oh, yes, the Benny is delicious tonight. Please, sweetie, if you eat nothing else, try just a piece of his dick. It doesn't even taste like chicken." Colin giggled, and that seemed to break the tension in the room. He rolled his eyes, and picked up a block of Jason's cock the solid flesh a rich purple between his hands. He lifted it up, toasting to Gala silently, and then stuffed it between his jaws and bit down.

Gala could tell that Colin was seeing stars, the cheetah moaning as he sank fangs through soft flesh, biting a hunk of dragon meat free of the puck of flesh and rolling it between his jaws. "Oh, this is good. This is really good. Oh, dang, I've never had actual sushi that was as good as this!"

"Well, some of that may be the marinade. They all drank wine made with Lazarus' blood," Gala said, winking to Lazarus. The sheep had received a small bowl from the kitchen, with fresh and crunchy raw vegetables in a colorful jumble of shapes. He watched, nodding and smiling as he munched on his salad. "So I'm sure that's accentuating the flavor. But then again, maybe not. Maybe the flesh of your friends is the tastiest flesh of all, mmm?"

"I don't even want to think about where it came from," Colin admitted. "I just want to enjoy it." The puck of meat was gone, and he reached for Lazarus' spare testicle. It was the biggest hunk of food on the platter, and he looked at it curiously. "Who's is this?"

There was a huff, and a large and feathery figure materialized at Colin's side. It was Caleve, the gryphon grinning goofily as he crouched down next to the table.

"Well, that's Lazarus', but, I was gonna snag that for myself, since, well, you two are gonna eat ALL of the rest of the meat," the gryphon said. Gala rolled his eyes as Colin gave him an impertinent glare.

"He's just being a brat and begging for food despite me already telling him he could have some. Caleve, pull up a chair, help us eat this feast."

Wood scraped against the tile floor as the gryphon did just that, resting his elbows on the table and giving the biggest ole grin. "Oh, thank you. I'm just worried, you know?" He gestured to the selection of predatorial treats on the table. "Your buds were pretty endowed, there's a nice spread, I'd just hate you all to think you were wasting any of it."

"So kind," Colin said. He stuffed his thumbs into the center of the egg shaped sheep testicle and pulled, ripping it loosely in half. Juices dripped from it, and he handed half of it to Caleve as an offering. "And I can't help but notice that you've contributed, yourself?"

"Yeah, but, I didn't eat any of your junk," Caleve said. "I - ow!" He turned to glare at Gala, who was glaring right back at him. "Oh, right. I mean, well, I wanted to contribute, voluntarily-like. I'm looking forward to seeing how I look, mixed in with all that low class shmeat, you know?"

Colin smiled, confusedly. "What do you mean?" He poked around on the plate, shifting through the chunks of meat with his chopsticks. "Are you on here?"

"Don't worry about that, Caleve is part of the dessert serving," Gala said, smoothly. The gryphon made an exaggerated expression of realization, then gave the fox an apologetic thumbs up.

Gala ignored him, his attention on a strip of flesh that used to dangle between Jax's thighs. The bird penis had been sliced into medallions, and Gala wiggled one of them enticingly at the cheetah sitting across the table for him. "I love you, Colin."

"Well, I love you too, Gala," Colin said, his head dipped, his eyelids drooping lightly. He leaned forward, opening his mouth and extending his tongue. Gala, grinning, deposited the coin of flesh on top of it, and then used his finger to close Colin's mouth. The cheetah rolled the salty disk over his tongue, savoring the intricate flavors of another man's groin, pausing only when he realized that Gala was leaning towards him. Colin blushed, leaning forward, and with Caleve snickering beside them, kissed his beloved.

If Jax could see what was happening with his bird dick, watching a piece of it being traded, gnawed and nibbled, slurped and sucked on as it was passed back and forth between two handsome predator's maws, he would be rock hard. Such a shame.

The two predators pressed the front of their fangs together, and bit down. The flesh was sheared between two sets of jaws, the bisected 'coin' swallowed down. They washed it down with each other's tongue, eagerly tasting each other's muzzles, eyes closed and arms wrapping tightly around each other.

Caleve was prescient enough to grab two handfuls of sliced Jason dick meat in his paws, pulling them out of the way as the two lovers fell onto the spoils of their dinner, groaning and climbing up onto the table. Caleve watched, stuffing wads of meat between his jaws as the two men rolled around on top of the plate, crushing and pulping the professionally arranged bits of dick sashimi between them. When Gala was on top, he picked up a piece of reddish canine dick tip, tucking it into Colin's maw, then moving down to kiss them. Then Colin, chewing eagerly, flipped Gala over, pinning the fox's back down against the serving dish.

"I'm gonna do bad things to you," Colin teased. A pinkish bit of fox dick slid out from behind his ear, dropping into Gala's mouth. The two looked at each other; Colin shocked, and Gala stunned. Then they began to laugh.

Caleve slipped over to sit next to Lazarus, watching as the two men enjoyed themselves. The sheep was enjoying the last of his salad, his legs spread slightly as his body throbbed between his legs, flesh already being restored. He glanced up to Caleve, raising an eyebrow.

"So, did you get it all...?" Caleve asked, quietly. He didn't want to spoil anything for Colin and Gala. Lazarus nodded, crunching on a water chestnut.

"Yup, it's ready to go. As soon as they're done playing with their food, I'll bring it over. I would show it to you, buuuut..." Lazarus gestured to the two handfuls of meat that Caleve was alternating his chomps on, "I don't know if I can trust you not to take a bite out of it."

Caleve snorted with a dirty grin. "That would be obnoxious, wouldn't it?" The sheep nodded, and the gryphon shrugged.

"I'm a dick but I'm not that much of a dick. Besides, my bet is that Colin isn't even gonna want it anyways. I betcha ten bucks that he's like, 'oh, Caleve, i don't want this, you can eat it'.

"You're talking with your stomach, not your brain," Lazarus said. He looked over Caleve's shoulder, at the two lovebirds. "Fortunately, they're not listening."

The floor was spattered with lost bits of penis, by the time the two lovers rolled off of the table and stood up next to it. Gala turned Colin around, brushing bits of Priam and Benny and Jason off of the cheetah's back. He snagged one piece for himself, snacking on it as he turned around and allowed Colin to return the favor.

"This was nice," Colin said. He reached down and cupped against Gala's groin, stroking his fingers along the underside of the fox's heavy scrotum. "Would you like to go home, and....?"

"Maybe in a bit. We still have... dessert to tend to," Gala said. He motioned over to Lazarus, his tail flicking in quick, short bursts of excitement. The sheep got up, picking up the platter. "So, sweetie, there is one thing... before you see what dessert is, I just want you to know... I will always love you. No matter what you look like, or what you do with or without your body, you are my beautiful boyfriend and I cherish every moment we get to spend together. That said..."

Lazarus stood next to the two, his broad white flat teeth gleaming in the candlelight, with the domed platter held at Colin's waist height. The cheetah stared at it, his tail arching up into the air in curiosity as the fox grasped the rounded bob at the top of the dome. He lifted it, revealing what Lazarus had wrought inside.

Colin gasped. This was not a dick that anyone had ever seen before. The flesh was primarily the charcoal gray of Jason's monster shaft, which formed the base of the creation. The big, mounded cock head was a luscious dark purple, with Saila's piercing jutting daintily out of the oozing slit. Barbell piercings adorned the belly of the colossal penis, and between them, light gray ridges from Jax created a stimulating traction pattern. Colin caressed his fingers along them, pleased with the firm, but flexible texture, then gasped.

"Why is it so... warm?" He asked. Gala, in response, took his hand, and slid it down along the shaft. Colin made a trilling sound of excitement as Caleve's barbs stroked against his palm, bending with a sort of scratchy rubberiness that made him want to squeeze down against them. It didn't feel like he was playing with someone else's cock; it felt like he was playing with his cock. He couldn't feel it, between his legs, but something about it just seemed, for lack of a better term. 'Correct'.

At the root of the shaft, there were three pairs of knot-bulbs - red, charcoal and pink. Jax, Max, and Priam had 'donated' these. Each one was shaped slightly differently, with Max's being the most tautly bulging, and with Priam's being the widest, and with Jax's being the tallest. The knots had been butterflied and laid out lengthwise around the outside of Jason's cock, creating a sort of 'knot collar' around the base. It was giving 'werewolf dick' and Colin was here for it.

Beneath that were William's balls, still in their peach creme scrotum, stolen at the peak of freshness, just before they would have been able to purge their load. The thick scrotum had a small addition at the very top, a patch of slightly brighter white fur, the flesh stretched and taut; Rabid's scrotum, not integrated into service to help carry the bulky load of a pair of balls obscenely larger than the rabbit's own.

"It's... beautiful. What did you do, are they.. plastickated? Or whatever? A trophy?" Colin asked, his fingers moving to cup under the left testicle... then tugging it back away, as if shocked. "Wait, why did it move. Gala..."

Gala's smile reached nearly to his big, triangular ears. "It's okay if you don't want it. But... I was really just stewing on things... and it was so unfair that you lost your equipment. I mean, if you want to lose it, that's fine, but you should lose it on your own terms..." He stroked the cheetah's cheek with his finger tips. "This will never compare to what you started with, my love, but... if it can help you feel complete, in any way, I-"

"I love it. Put it on me," Colin said, giggling. Gala paused, before his eyes lit up with delight.

"Yeah? Yeah?? You like it?" He nudged, patted Lazarus, taking him by the shoulder and squeezing. "Lazarus, he's down! He's in! He loves it!"

The sheep nodded, as if he hadn't been standing nearly between the two lovers, holding the plate for them as they examined his work. "That's great, dear. Let's get you all fitted, then. Colin, sit on the table, will you? Scoot all the way back. I want to make sure the weight of this monster isn't pulling it off of your groin before you even get acclimated to it."

Colin sat on the table, glancing down at the spot between his legs, where at one point there had dangled several pounds of hybrid cheetah meat. He had been glorious, proud of his endowments, and so damned naive about the intentions of others, others who were bored and jealous and hungry. He reached down, and stroked his fingertips along the soft patch of skin, the tender flesh softly tightening with goosebumps from the feel of his fingertips against it.

"I'm... sorry that I don't have what I used to have," he said, softly, his brain stirring up all of the anxieties and insecurities of being so dramatically and suddenly unmaled. "I mean, I know you loved my cock, and... things haven't been the same since I lost it... I'm sorry I haven't been able to.. provide that for you."

"Sweetie, no," Gala said. He cupped against his love's groin, his palm warm, pressing softly against the naked flesh. "I love you. I love everything about you. I love this. It's you, and I know it isn't what you want, but if you did want this, I would love to play with it just as much as I enjoyed playing with your cock... and as much as I'm going to enjoy playing with your new one. It's not your junk that matters to me, it's the look on your face when you climax, the cute noises you make.. it's you." He leaned in, nuzzling against the cheetah's chin and giving a soft lick up over his lips. "And this is gonna be you, too. And it's gonna be lovely!"

Colin struggled with this, pressing back against Gala, his eyes wet as tears pooled down his cheeks. He wrapped his long spotted arms around the fox, clutching him close and holding Gala against his chest. Gala laughed into the cheetah's shoulder as he returned the hug, embracing the emasculated cheetah affectionately.

"Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve someone as wonderful as you?" He murmured, enjoying the mutual clasp that they shared. Gala's hand slid down, to pinch against Colin's buttocks, giving him enough of a shock for the fox to slither away.

"Absolutely nothing," he teased. He gave a little pirouette, grinning that crafty fox smile. "Which is all the more reason that I enjoy loving you." He nodded to Lazarus, then, and he and the sheep reached down to the arranged equipment on the metal tray nearby. Lazarus instructed Gala how to hold it, where to support it, reminding Gala that the way that the fox angled the cheetah's new cock now would be the way that it jutted when it was fully erect. Lazarus held one hand under the middle of the cock while Gala cupped the head and the knot, and cupped the big ram balls hanging underneath with his other. Those were stuffed into place first, tucked up between the cheetah's thighs, as Gala carefully moved the cock into place.

"Hmm, if it's too low, you'll have to watch out for closing elevator doors," Gala teased, and Colin rolled his eyes.

"If you angle it too high, I'll get cum in my face when I cum," the cheetah said, blushing as he talked about having a cock again, so casually. Gala grinned widely, and rested it right against Colin's chest, then.

"Oh, perfect. Better yours than mine," the fox said. "I think you'll enjoy getting face blasted every time you cum. It'll be a fun way to make up for lost time."

"You're horrible," the blushing cheetah giggled, their snickering interrupted by a clearing of Lazarus' throat.

"If you're ready, then we'll begin," the angel sheep said. "Now, you're going to feel some tingles. Pins and needles... but worse... and deep. I will try to mitigate it, but there's a certain amount that really can't be helped - if you didn't feel it now, you wouldn't feel the dick later. You're also gonna feel the old blood enter your system, and that's gonna make you feel weird. I don't know how to put this simply... you're gonna get really horny. REALLY horny. Fortunately, Gala, I feel like you're more than optimized to help him with any 'issues' that arise...."

"I certainly am," the fox said. He stroked his fingers along Colin's cheek, as Lazarus began to affix the new appendage to the cheetah's body. The fleshy stump of it pressed against the soft null spot, and Colin's thighs trembled as the skin, and then the flesh, separated painlessly beneath the shee's touch.

He had felt this feeling before, being flesh sculpted, the night that everything had happened. He didn't want to think about it, the shock and the loss, not right now. He had dwelled on that plenty over the last six months.

Lazarus' fingers pressed into Colin's groin, sliding along the urethra that ended so suddenly at the flat null spot where the cheetah's groin had once jutted. The flesh didn't even dimple, it simply parted, and Colin shivered at the sensation of the divine ungulate's digits slipping so intimately up into the very nexus of his groin. The fuzzy fingers tickled, separating flesh apart from itself - not tearing, simply shifting and adjusting it - and then they were inside him.

Phantasmal fingers tweaked, adjusted and nudging, peeling flesh from flesh and sculpting a fresh socket of flesh for the cheetah's new genitalia. The feline's cock root, still buried deep inside his groin, was gently unearthed, tugged forward and lengthened, so that it just reached the edge of his groin. It was peculiar, feeling those tissues being pulled, stretched until it felt to Colin as if he had a rigid erection, though there was still nothing there yet.

Then the amalgamated shaft, created of the bits and pieces of their former friends, was nestled into place. The flesh probed into the gap that Lazarus had created, the warm root of the heavy shaft nestling, docking into the cylindrical space. Lazarus held Colin's flesh open, fingers gently nudging and tweaking the pelvic chasm as needed to accompany the broad girth of the massive cock ring, and then, once it had slid down and pinned the sheep's digits between it and the flesh of Colin's body, they began to dance.

Colin squeezed Gala's fingers between his own, feeling the soft tingle of his tissues being warped and fused with the alien flesh. The intrusion of the naked shaft into his body, followed by the suffusion of warmth into it, the tickle and itch of nerves being connected to nerves. There was an almost nauseating flow of coolness, as his body began to push blood into the connected tissues - and as the blood that was already in them was circulated back into his body, a cool and thick and stagnant feeling. He whimpered, looking at Gala as he felt the beginnings of tingling sensations beginning to appear, his body slowly beginning to 'feel' flesh that until now had not existed as part of it.

"You got this, baby," Gala crooned, nuzzling in against his lover's cheek, softly smooching against each of the rosettes that patterned up his slender neck. "It's only going to be for a minute or so." He pressed orneriously upwards, until he was kissing against the corner of Colin's lips. "Come on, focus on us, not that."

"It's okay," Colin gasped, his eyes closed as he melted against Gala. He licked against his lover's tongue, gently pinching it between his teeth before returning the affection with warm, soft smooches. "I just wasn't ... expecting to feel anything there, tonight. Like, it feels strange, I feel so full and..."

Gala kissed him again, his paw moving down to gently cup under the bulk of the newly affixed shaft. "You're going to be able to feel this, very soon," he whispered, his cheek rubbing along Colin's own. "And then I'm going to do the most horrible things to you..."

"Oh yeah?" Colin breathed, heavily, his snout twitching with small tweaks of pain and tenderness. He couldn't feel Gala's fingers, but he could feel the general feeling of bulk between his legs, and he could feel as the sheep gently extricated his fingers from inside his groin. The sensation of 'stagnant' blood entering his body was gone, though the blood that he was pumping in and circulating back out from inside the heavy meat was still cooler than the rest of his body, his right leg cramping slightly at the depleted oxygen.

"Yeah," Gala affirmed, as he pressed his palm against Colin's belly, smooching in soft pecks down his throat and nuzzling against his collar bone. "I mean, I want to make sure it works, that means making sure you can feel every... little... inch. Right?" He stroked his fingers through the thick fur, smiling as he began to crouch down next to Colin.

Lazarus stood up, as Gala knelt down, giving Colin an affectionate rub between the ears. "I think my work here is finished, for now. You two, um... enjoy yourselves... and Gala, no biting. Well, not too hard, anyways, flesh sculpting is taxing you know."

"Mmmhmm," Gala said, pausing as he felt something warm nudge against his belly, pressing up along his chest as he knelt down in front of the cheetah. "Trust me, the time of eating dicks is over. Well, almost over," he teased. "I think there's a few scraps left, if Caleve hasn't gobbled them up."

"Rude," the gryphon said, around a beakfull of dragon meat. Gala was too focused on Colin's cock to look over at the gorging corvid, though. The cock was rising up, swelling into full erection now, the flesh grown firm and solid. There was an uncertainty to it all, as the colossal meat balloon inflated tautly for the first time. Would the seams hold? Would the whole organ fall apart? Would the head pop off like a streamer? Despite the immense sturdiness of the construct, there was a tender vulnerability for it, as it bloomed for the very first time.

"Can you feel anything, yet?" Gala asked, as he pressed his nose in softly against the cheetah's new groin, chin nuzzling in between the heavy testicles, his paws gently clasping around the widest expanse of the knots. He gently squeezed, feeling the bulbous tissue flex between his fingers, the stolen tissues filling out with blood as he pulled his fingers away.

"I'm starting to, but only vaguely.. I can feel the weight, and a... a tightness..." Colin had kept his eyes closed, his fingers moving to rub along Gala's ears, gently holding them. His legs curled around the fox's waist, tugging him in closer to the chair. "And I can feel the warmth of your fingers. It's so strange, feeling something that... hasn't existed until now. There's so much of it, I just don't know how I'll be able to feel something so different from what I had before..."

Gala stroked his paws upwards, letting his thumbs press softly into the piercings that had been taken from Jason along with the bulk of his massive penis. He stroked his fingertips along and over the feline barbs that Caleve had donated, the rough pads of his paws scraping over the flexible nubs before letting them 'flick' back into proper jutting position. Colin didn't respond, but Gala knew that the feline should have been squirming from the intense tickling.

"We'll feel through each of the pieces together," Gala murmured, his nose rubbing softly against the small white patch of fur that had been donated to the underside of Colin's sheath by Rabid. Gala's cool, wet snoot pressed up against the underside of the cheetah's knot, and he felt the shaft twitch between his palms. "You can feel that, can't you?"

"I can," Colin gasped. "It feels.. I can feel muscles where I didn't before, the tickling makes me want to... hold on, lemme just..."

The cock above Gala's head curled, curving down to press warm and fleshily along the top of his head. Gala thought that perhaps it had lost its erection, a pang of panic at the thought that something internal had failed. But then, the penis over his head began to stroke, rubbing its smooth, musky underside back and forth between his ears. Gala was confused, and it was only when he heard Colin giggling that he put two and two together. Benny. They had stripped the muscles and urethra from Benny's cock, to give Colin the ability to be prehensile. Gala smiled, peeking up around the side of Colin's shaft, and saw that Colin had now opened his eyes as well, and was staring down at him. There was a tinge of red burning on the sides of the cheetah's snout, across his cheeks, and up into his ears. Gala smirked, just enjoying that look of embarrassed happiness.

"I didn't realize how... kitted out this thing is." Colin confided, quietly, as his shaft sprung back up, the tip curving enough to poke himself in the belly. "It's so ridiculous, sweetie. You're ridiculous."

"And you're my beautiful cheetah." Gala gave a nuzzle against the side of Colin's knot, and then began to lick, slowly tracing his tongue against naked flesh. He reveled in the quiet gasp, the way the cheetah's thighs tensed up as they curled around his back, the feeling of claws pressing in against his calves. "And I'm going to make you cum, so hard..."

"Oh, it's all.. I can feel everything now. Your tongue feels so good on my cock, Gala... God, I never thought I'd say that again. I have missed your tongue, your mouth, so much..."

"I know," Gala said. He was thrilled - Colin had referred to it as his cock. Subconsciously, he had already accepted his gift, and had adapted to it immediately. Precum bubbled up and out of the end of the cheetah's shaft, thick slugs of warm and gooey seed oozing and pouring out from the tip. "God, are you already cumming?"

"N-no, but it feels so good, it's just..." the cheetah reached for words that were elusive to his tipsy, hormone-addled brain. "I'm purging... god, I can feel the old cum being expelled out of my balls... being flushed out so that I can replace it with my own..."

Gala could feel the cool slugs of old seed drooling down his back. What Colin said made sense, he could smell William in that seed, seed that had been carefully curated over weeks of saving up. He knew that William had been planning on finally starting a family, and that his girlfriend's 'season' started in just under a week. He had been so hopeful, saved up so much, and now.. all that work was being dumped on the ground. On the plus side, the swollenness of his testes would remain, a part of Colin's new genital makeup. William would be proud, when he saw Colin's bulge next, the huge swells of the cheetah's balls filling out his shorts in a way that William would only be able to remember fondly having done himself... before all this.

Gala wanted to taste Colin's seed, but he felt no interest in slurping up that old, discarded goat cum. Let it dry out on the floor, to be mopped up at the end of the day with the spilled wine and soy sauce. Instead, he tongued up and slowly over Jax's ridges, gently pressing the tips of his fangs against one, giving it a playful nipping bite. It was firmer than flesh, but still sensitive; Colin groaned at the sensation of feeling those teeth compress against his flesh. Gala released them, kissed the small indentations that his teeth made, and then licked up to the next one.

"I just don't understand," Colin said. He looked over to Lazarus, eyes slitted with pleasured lust as his fox groomed and tasted and adored his cock. "How did you make it so... perfect? It's so... huge.. and complicated.. but it just feels so right."

Lazarus winked over at the two lovebirds, putting a finger to his nose. "Well, I didn't, not really. Your boyfriend did. He planned it all out. We could have taken any parts we wanted and made any kind of configuration, but he spent weeks thinking of what would look best, feel best, for you. Plus, there's a bit of sheep magic in the wine, to help your brain accept the idea of going from nulled to hyper again."

"Ha, I was wondering about that, too..." Colin shuddered, as Gala made his way to the tip of the cheetah's shaft. "I mean, I love it, but I'm surprised at how easy it was to love it." He trailed off, watching as Gala's soft pink tongue swirled around his dick. His balls tingled, and he could sense somehow that they were 'cleansed', that the old cum had been flushed out just like the old blood was, that his body had infused every ounce of his new shaft with his own energy. It was his now, his and Gala's, and he savored every sensation of Gala's mouth and fingers on him.

Gala teased his tongue against the piercing in the very tip of Gala's penis, licking at the metal ring and then tucking his finger into the cheetah's slit. The feline's cock squeezed back, the urethral muscles contracting to grip at the tip of his tongue in a soft hug - followed by a blob of precum that was unmistakably feline in origin. There was a hint of others in it, goat and dragon and fox, but they were residual musks, flavors left over from the original owners, that would be replaced in time with Colin's own sweet masculine flavor.

"Mm, cheetah, you taste so good," Gala moaned, as he opened his jaws wide, fangs bared for a moment as he stuffed his mouth down over the end of Colin's cock. He felt the cheetah shudder, wondered if the thought of being eaten... again... appealed to him or scared him - or both. It didn't matter, he was never going to let anything happen to Colin's cock ever again. He stroked his paws against the cheetah's knots, pressing his palms in against two of them, shifting a hand to the other and squeezing it, then reaching down, rubbing and cupping against the swollen testicles. Kneading and touching as he worshiped and licked and sucked up above.

His dick was perfect. It barely fit in his muzzle, just the tip of it, but it did fit. He sealed his lips around it, careful not to let his teeth more than graze, and lost himself in the pleasure of pleasuring Colin. The cheetah groaned, growled, panted above him as he took control of the big cat's dick. Colin's hands moved to rest on the back of his head, then stroked his ears, then moved to his knees, awkwardly squeezing himself as he watched himself getting fellated.

He felt the balls tighten up, first. That was the first indication that the cheetah was getting close. He gently wrapped his fingers around the neck of the cheetah's scrotum, feeling the swell of the aching eggs nestle up against his pinkie. He didn't want to restrict them too much, but he held them down anyway, just enjoying the feel of controlling his boyfriend's pleasure.

"Sweetie, I'm getting close," Colin said, the cheetah's teeth baring in a grimace. "Do you want me to hold off... or...."

Gala loved the soft hopeful tone in the cheetah's voice. Colin was being as sweet and polite as ever, but unable to completely mask the surge of hormones that was flushing through his system, he certainly couldn't hide the majestic throb of lust that pulsed slowly up from his base to his tip. The cock head squirmed between his jaws, wiggling against his tongue, probing into his throat. That will take some getting used to, Gala thought to himself, struggling to resist the urge to gag on the blindly searching penis.

The balls lurched up against his paw again, and he wrapped his hand around as much of the cheetah's knots as he could. He squeezed down, feeling the dick in his maw snap to erect rigidness, and then he held on for dear life.

Colin felt the orgasm begin in his balls. They ached with need, swollen and full, itching to spill seed that he had only now just made. There was some sheep magic involved in that, as well, he suspected, for him to be able to generate so much seed so quickly. He glanced over to Lazarus, who winked back at him. Caleve was sitting next to him, fingers rubbing slowly along his own groin, tickling against the sharp, raw wounds where his flesh had been taken from him. Gala gnawed gently, trying to swallow more of Colin's flesh, his throat so warm, so snug, so gripping against his length, and that loving need to taste Colin was what finally did it.

Balls pushed between Gala's fingers, ignoring his gentle attempts at restraint, and snugged up against Colin's groin. Gala was left with just a handful of empty scrotum in one hand. The knots swelled out, bulging taut and hard and firm, his fingers dancing over each of the individual bulbs in turn, feeling the textures and sizes and shapes as they made themselves so prominently known. The barbs pushing against Gala's lips stiffened, itching against his lips.

The first gush was, well, tangy. Purging out the precum had been one thing, but this blast of seed scoured through Colin's system, flushing through tubes that, simply put, hadn't been used in almost a year. He felt his prostate swell out with the blast of it, his mind spinning in a kaleidoscope of color and sensation as his love bean stretched around the massive wad of wad, and then his body contracted and forced it upwards, outwards, up through the root of his cock. The heated burst of cum sloshed through the urethra, briefly bulged out the cavernosa at the head of Colin's cock, and then squirted in a thick, hard, solid GUSH of pleasure, right into Gala's throat.

Gala wanted to taste it, but more than that he needed to feel his boyfriend ejaculating. He needed to feel that with as much of his body as possible. The fox chirred, softly squeezing around the plug of dick meat in his mouth with his jaws, teeth harmlessly pressing against straining flesh as he squeezed, sucked, and tugged, then relaxed and repeated the process. His gripping maw and throat was milking Colin, draining every ounce of hot fresh seed out of his body, as his hands kneaded against those knotted bulbs and his chest crushed Colin's purging nuts against the front of the chair, wedged between the cheetah's thighs.

Colin's paws scrabbled against the fox's shoulders, tugging at his ears, his legs stretching, toes splayed and straining as he was washed away in pleasure that he never thought he would be able to feel again. He had no idea how long his orgasm was for, or how many times his loins contracted in spurting ecstasy, all he knew and felt was the love that the fox had for him as he swallowed everything Colin had to give him.

It was only the sound of the fox coughing that brought Colin back to reality. At some point, overstimulated and overwhelmed, he must have conked out, lost so deeply in that mind-smelting orgasm that he had just completely detached from the scene. The fox was sitting in the cheetah's lap, hugging around the slender cheetah's shoulders, and Colin was hugging him back. The fox's breath reeked of cum, as he softly licked against Colin's lips, soft fox nibbles helping bring Colin back to his body and back into the moment. The cheetah returned the affection, loosely, relaxedly cupping his love close against him as the two came down from their shared experience. The fox's belly gurgled, and Colin could feel the swollen, warm bulge of it against his own belly.

"God, you're a pig," the cheetah teased, enjoying the look of surprise on the fox's face, how it flickered immediately to a mischievous, half-drunk smirk.

"Yeah I am. Oink oink," Gala said, his fingers turning into pointy claws that dug into Colin's sides, tickling him in the spots that he knew were the most sensitive. Colin screeched and laughed, the two of them rolling off of the chair and onto the floor as he tried to wiggle away from Gala.

Only he couldn't. He was flopping a lot more meat between his legs, and Gala caught it with his hands, squeezing the cheetah's knot and making Colin groan as his big dick was dragged back between his legs, stroked and teased once more.

"Oh god, I'm still so sensitive, Gala noooo!" He laughed, the chortle turning into a heated moan as the fox's fingers danced along his flesh.

"Oh, I'll do what I want... this is your cock, but you're still my boyfriend, and I claim... miner's rights."

"Miner's rights?!" Colin gasped, his tail flagging up into the air as Gala stroked and squeezed along his shaft, milking it back between his legs and pulling it over his other thighs. "What in the heck are miner's rights?!"

"Means I get to frack you anytime I want," Gala quipped. Across the room, Caleve and Lazarus raised their eyes at each other, shaking their heads disapprovingly. "And I get to drill ya, too. Mm hmm. Just because you're a big dicked kitty doesn't mean you're not gonna keep being my cute little squirming bottom slut."

"You're just scared!" Colin said, over his shoulder. "Scared that you're gonna ride my huge, unreasonably big dick and get totally addicted to it. Come on, back me up Caleve, isn't Gala a big ole bottom?"

"Hey, leave me out of it!" Caleve chuckled. He stood up, brushing bits of Jason and Benny off of his belly and lap. "I'm just here for the food. It was a pretty great meal, all things considered."

Gala nodded, stroking Colin's cock like a pet cat, enjoying the feeling of the textures against his fingers. "It was. Did you like it, Colin?"

"I did," Colin purred, his claws scratching amiably against the floor as he made bread. "It feels so good when you rub your paw along those piercings... yeah, just kind of rubbing them... feels lovely... keep doing that..."

Caleve took a few steps towards the door. He paused, then turned back to the two lovebirds. "You know, maybe we can do this again. You're going to have to invite me out. If you want, I know a couple a guys...."

"A couple of guys?" Gala asked, rolling his fingertips against the metal studs that jutted through what had once been the underside of the gray dragon's penis.

"Pigs. Yeah. Big pig dudes. And I mean, like, big.. in all the right ways. They've been bullying my cousin, and she's too polite to do anything about it herself. I thought maybe we could just... you know.. take care of a couple problems on her behalf...?"

Gala grinned over to Lazarus, who quirked an eyebrow and shrugged noncommittally. "What are you thinking, boss?"

Lazarus stood up, stretching his arms up over his head. "Well, one meal at a time, as they say. If they have karmic imbalances that need correcting, you know I'm available to help..." He paused, licking his lips, then gestured to the cheetah's new package.

"You know, Colin, if you want additional decorations... not right now, but some day, I could help sculpt and tweak it. Move the knots around, rebalance the barbs, that kind of thing. Not right now, I'm honestly tapped out from regrowing and attaching your junk and keeping everyone pinned down with blood magicks in the dining room, but... if you aren't liking it, if you think it's too crude..."

"I love it, Lazarus," Colin said. He smiled up at the big sheep. "It's a little mismatched, but... I think I like it better that way. I like knowing that when I see it, I'll see what Gala, and you, and Caleve did for me today. It will make me... I dunno... happy or... something... that you care so much about me. It's a wonderful gift, and I don't want to change a thing about it."

Lazarus smiled, kindly, nodding. "Well, if you say so. I just wanted to let you know the offer is there, I won't be offended if you want to remodel it. I'm glad I did good for you, though."

"Well, I mean... maybe one thing... Maybe we could add some cheetah spots..." Colin mused, then yelped as Gala leaned over and nipped his ear. "I mean, just on the sack! I look like I'm swinging a pair of ram nuts around, I should have cheetah spots so that everyone knows I'm making cheetah cum!"

"Uh huh, 'everyone' being me? Or are you finally gonna go to the nude beach with me?" Gala snickered. He curled around the cheetah, hugging him tightly, spooning him there on the floor. "God, I love you."

"I love you, too," Colin said, sighing happily. "Thank you."