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The second trip in Sundane’s public transit was exactly as boring and, well, interesting as the first time. Which was something of a blessing because Michael had some problems sleeping the night before. Not that his insomnia was because of his mutations. Or, well, not exactly.

He wasn’t worried about his changing body anymore. Or if he was, he was increasingly finding himself not as worried as he was. Despite his recent changes, every day that passed since he consumed that lab “jam” saw him feeling more confident. More sure of himself.

Despite his mutations, he was feeling as if he fit inside his skin more and more.

No, the reason why he couldn’t sleep the night before was because he was horny as fuck.

His new leathery equine testicles felt backed up, as if they were burdened with a load too heavy to hold on to. His prostate felt bloated in that uncomfortable way that blue balls elicited but to a far lighter degree. But very mild blue balls were still blue balls and so Michael had tried to “resolve” it the traditional way.

But porn just…wasn’t satisfactory. Not when he had almost gotten intimate with his mother yesterday, only to blow it. Not when he had fondled a taur and done the same to his aunt.

Images, sounds and videos just didn’t do it for him anymore. And even Jonesy's panties barely worked at getting him to cum. And that orgasm was a languid pained thing. Something that he did to keep himself from truly getting blue balls. He just needed more.

So, really, it was a good thing he was making this trip.

“Look at that, Marge, our hairless monkey is here again,” a familiar voice on the bus spoke again.

Like last time, most of the trip to the undeveloped part of Sundane where his aunt lived was uneventful. Most people there chose that moment to sleep as they were taken to their destinations. Consequently, the engine and the radio from the bus were the only real sounds that Michael or anyone really heard. It wasn’t like people didn’t talk from time to time, but people were still waking up for most of the trip.

At some point, the ladies that he had seen before got on the bus and changed the character of the trip.

“Oh and he is wearing a cute shirt this time!” the woman who was apparently Marge said. Michael looked down at himself. Uh. Well, he was taking to wearing more form-fitting stuff, now that they mentioned it.

“Makes you want to stick your hand down his neckline, doesn’t it?” the other woman noted.

“Oh behave, Mareta!” Marge whispered to her friend. Or, well, what she thought was a whisper.

Michael was pretty sure the whole bus could hear them. But then, the sort of people that had been getting on the bus started to look less and less like the kind who would care as it rode to this part of Sundane.

“But seriously, who ordered rooster?” Mareta asked and Michael could just hear her wiggling her eyebrows.

By that point, they were near his bus stop, but if he was going to be honest, he had half a mind to turn around and-

“Seriously?” A new voice asked, “This is who you were speaking about?”

Looking at where the pair was, Michael quickly discovered they were, point in fact, a triple.

Whereas Marge was the older donkey woman and Mareta the slightly younger equine, the new voice turned out to be an entirely different girl.

She was in her twneties, and her jean shorts were so brief Michael could almost see her ass. Outright golden fur covered her whole body, with a few white and orange stripes marking it, thinning on the “soft” parts of her body like her stomach. Because Michael could, indeed, see her stomach since along with her very brief jean shorts, she also wore a red blouse that did not cover her belly.

And good gods, her stomach was flat as a board.

It wasn’t muscled like his Aunt lazuli, but Michael wasn’t about to make women live up to impossible standards. Her golden fur, however, was thin enough that he could see this girl’s belly button. And the thick fur of the tough parts of her body, her legs arms and back, did not hide a rather athletic body.

And she was a tiger.

Michael felt his breath quicken as his feet seemed to want to move on their own.

“Look at him! He’s a high schooler! Ya’ll want to rob a cradle?” the tiger furiously commented to her companions.

“Lynn, you just don’t understand,” Marge shook her head sadly, “The boy is old enough to make children of his own.”

“And we could be his teachers,” Mareta agreed, “You are just too young to understand.”

“Aren’t you the two of you slobbering over my older brother?” the newly named Lynn drily asked.

“That is that and this is this,” Mareta waved her off.

“Besides, your older brother is a tiger,” Marge said, “And this boy is a human.”

“And you know what’s the only thing they are good for,” Mareta added.

“Yes, well, I am only interested in men,” Lynn scoffed as she looked in Michael’s direction and then paused when she caught him looking at them.

A rather cute blush fell on her face as she evidently realized that their private conversation wasn’t so private after all. Still, after the shock wore off, she didn’t look away from Michael. Rather, she matched him stare for stare. Not a soft girl, heh?

Michael couldn’t stop himself anymore. Before he really thought about it, he was walking towards them, not even bothering to hide his approach. People who were until that point looking uninterested or sleepy suddenly started to pay attention to them and him. Perhaps they sensed an incoming clash in the air. Perhaps this was just what came across as entertainment in these parts.

Whatever the case, Marge and Mareta were the last ones to notice.

Hearing the leather of a seat creaking under Michael’s grasp, they both turned to look at him in shock as he all but draped himself in the seat next to the triple.

“Hello ladies,” Michael smiled as he spread his legs wide and spread his arms all over the chair.

“Oh, why hello there young man,” the Donkey replied, significantly more reserved than she had been in their talk.

“Hey human,” Mareta added with the same amount of trepidation.

“Yo,” Lynn, who was looking at him suspiciously, simply replied.

So Michael ignored the tigress.

“I believe I saw you here last time I took the bus,” He told the donkey and equine, “I have to say, something about you made me want to make your acquaintance.”

“And, well,” Michael’s smile widen juuust slightly, “I decided I wouldn’t forgive myself if I passed this chance.”

“Well, aren’t you friendly?” Mareta gave out a giggle that visibly relieved some of her stress.

“No, I mean it,” Michael continued, “You girls are dashing.”

The older women were obviously flattered and were quickly forgetting his intrusion as he paid attention to them. Truthfully, Michael could fully appreciate older non-human women too, and would normally have been content just to interact with these two.

But the tigress had raised his aim to loftier heights.

“You mean old girls like us?” Marge mocked some humility as she pointed at themselves.

“I am twenty four,” Lynn grumbled, but her older friends ignored her.

“I could have sworn you were all 21,” Michael shot back, finally addressing Lynn. The giddy laugh that rumbled through the donkey and equine seemed to almost infect the tigress as she fought down a smile.

“My name is Michael,” the boy introduced himself, “And I’d like to get to know you a little better.”

“My, how forward,” Mareta fanned her face with her hand.

“How like a human,” Marge added and Michael managed to not let his smile slip from his face.

“How like a teenager,” Lynn snorted and Michael no longer needed to force his smile.

“Behave, Lynn,” Marge chided her young friend before blessing Michael with a smile of her own, “I am Marget Nohoof, but you can call me Marge.”

“I am Maretina Swift, but you can call me Mareta,” the old equine was quick to introduce herself.

“As if you don’t know what my name is,” the tigress huffed and her friends threw her disapproving looks. Lynn bore them without difficulty.

“So I can’t ask your name?” Michael asked.

“By all means,” Lynn rolled her eyes, “Ask me something you’ve already heard.”

“I see,” Michael trailed off as he made a show of thinking about that. He looked at his palms long enough for the women, including Lynn, to visibly start looking uncomfortable.

“Don’t mind her, dear,” Marge spoke up, “She’s just young and rude. Which, really, are practically the same thin-”

“Well, what about your phone number?” Michael said out of a sudden, allowing his eyes to slowly turn to the slightly put-off tigress.

“Her phone number?” Mareta asked, looking slightly offended.

“The one looking for a man,” Michael nodded his head towards the tigress.

“And you think you are that man?” Lynn asked, managing to recover.

“Obviously, he certainly behaves like all of them,” Marge huffed, starting to turn against him.

The truth was, Michael really wouldn’t have minded starting something with these old girls. They were the first to comment on his looks that he could remember and that was the sort of stuff that stuck with you. So he had something of a soft spot for them.

But the tigress…this feline carnivore demanded certain sacrifices.

Because while he might have been ruining his chances with the donkey and the equine, Lynn was no longer looking at him with disdain. She was just acting as if she were.

He could feel it, he just needed one more push.

“You are all lovely,” Michael “tried” to calm them down, visibly just causing them to turn against him more, “But Lynn here? I don’t even know her name-”

The tigress rolled her eyes again.

“-and, to be honest, I feel as though it doesn’t matter,” Michael breathed out. For the first time since he started speaking to them, he lost his smile as he looked Lynn straight in the eyes.

“Not when I can get to know the girl wearing it,” the human boy very seriously said.

“So, your phone number, please.”

Marge and Mareta heckled the hell out of Lynn and very subtly but forcefully crowded Michael out of their conversation. He had evidently lost his chance with them.

But he did get Lynn’s phone number by the time he got off on his stop.

Michael eventually switched seats again, once it became obvious that he wasn’t wanted, but he still persisted in making eye contact with her whenever he could. Once he started walking out, he felt something slip inside one of his pockets as he passed by the triple again. And when he went to check it, found a phone number written on it.

He was walking with his ego in the skies when it occurred to him that he could have used his mind powers on them.

He had not needed to sacrifice any of them, after all.

“Fucking damn it,” He moaned as he slapped his face. Could he maybe hit them with a dose of it later? But would they even give him the opportunity to do so?

Such a waste, and all because he was feeling confident. Bah!

Michael shook his head. Whatever, the world, such as it was, was his for the taking. With his powers, very few things were going to be beyond his grasp. And it wasn’t like he had traveled here for the bus girls, fetching as they might have been.

He was his for his aunt.

It took him ten minutes to get to the Love Fool.

“Here again? Looking for the cow, or are you using my motel to solicit your trade?” The desk dog said when Michael entered the motel.

Michael didn’t feel like wasting his breath, so he didn’t say anything as he headed for Room 102.

“What, nothing to say?” The dog asked.

“No,” Michael simply responded as he walked out of the office.

He didn’t have an opportunity to knock on his aunt’s door more than once before the door was thrown open.

“Get inside,” Lazuli all but dragged him in.

“I am coming, geez!” Michael grumbled as his bovine aunt closed the door behind him and pulled out a box of plastic gloves.

“What changed?” The tall furry woman very seriously asked as she drew a pair of gloves from the box.

Unlike most days, Lazuli didn’t have her leather jacket on or her normal blouse. Today, it appeared, that she had gone for professionalism. Or, well, as close as she could get.

She was still wearing her jeans, with her blouse was a buttoned shirt that was fixed into her pants. She had a long white jacket that Michael realized was a lab coat and even her lovely hoofs were covered by a plastic horseshoe that covered her up to her ankles.

It was not the free spirit image that she usually had, but Michael couldn’t say that she didn’t pull it off. And, well, she was smoking a cigarette, so it wasn’t like her usual image was completely wrong.

“What, no ‘hi, how you doing nephew’?” Michael asked.

“Hi, how you doing nephew?” Lazuli drily asked.

“Wondering why you are cosplaying as a doctor,” Michael replied.

Lazuli flicked him on the forehead.

“I am a doctor, kiddo,” Lazuli reminded him.

“And, what, you lose all of your skills and medical knowledge if you aren’t dressing like one?” Michael asked as he rubbed his head.

Ow.

“Doctors dress like doctors for a reason,” the cow groused, “And gods know I needed the reminder.”

“Is that why you are smoking?” Michael pointed out. Lazuli took a drag of her cigarette before letting a mouthful out.

“You are the one driving me to smoke again,” his aunt grumbled, “Now, I’ll ask again, what changed?”

Michael knew how serious his aunt could be. He knew that he wasn’t exactly in a situation where they could be jovial. But he had sort of expected a warmer welcome than this. It made him start doubting the plan that he had.

Still, beneath the cold exterior that his aunt was now affecting, he could see a real spark of worry in her eyes.

That love that she had for him, at least, would never change. And, well, it wasn’t as though he needed many reasons to make his aunt his.

“My testicles,” he replied, already thinking about how to turn this into how he wanted it.

“Right,” Lazuli breathed out as she bit into her cigarette. She pulled at the gloves in her hands before nodding to herself, “Let me see them.”

Not ten seconds later, he had his aunt bending in front of him, looking intently at his genitals.

Unlike the first time, there was none of the innocence that Lazuli had when she first inspected his dick. Even now, when she was trying to be as professional as she could, there was an undercurrent of something between them that made her be extra careful around him. But that also meant there was none of the humor she had last time.

“Equine testicles,” Lazuli summarized as she prodded at his now huge nut sack with her fingers, “Of northern Weysdale stock if I am correct.”

“Is that bad?” Michael asked. Weysdale was in an entirely different part of the world from Sundane, with its own local populations of equines.

“Your bloodline has come a long way,” Lazuli said as she stopped prodding them, “Now cough.”

Michael did so.

“No signs of hernias, so we can assume your abdominal wall hasn’t weakened with these changes,” Lazuli muttered.

“Is that really a worry?” Michael asked. His aunt took another drag of her cigarette.

“You just picked up a couple of kilos worth of dick and testicle weight, and you are asking if that would not overburden your body?” She asked.

“Well, when you put it that way.” Michael frowned, not liking how this was going one bit.

Lazuli breathed out a cloud of smoke and then put her cigarette in an ashtray before producing a clipboard and a pen.

Michael knew his aunt had been a doctor. He knew that she had once had famed for being largely humorless and no-nonsense.

But still, this was his aunt.

And his aunt was not this lady in front of him. At least, not to him.

So he took a risk.

“So, um,” Michael said and his bovine aunt looked up, “So when you say ‘kilos worth of dick’, are you praising me or-”

He put as much innocence in his voice as he could, giving his aunt a wide-eyed stare.

“Fucking kiddo,” Lazuli snorted, before composing her face again.

“Well?” Michael insisted.

His aunt flicked him on the forehead again.

“You used to be so humble,” Lazuli said, a smile on her face. Michael rubbed his forehead as he returned it.

“Hey, I am not even asking if it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen,” Michael defended himself.

“What a relief!” His aunt mocked.

“But now that I mention it…” Michael leadingly asked and, there, his aunt actually laughed!

“You are the biggest possessor of a northern Weysdale prick that I have ever seen,” his bovine aunt allowed.

She was still writing on her board, she was still dressed up as a doctor. She was still trying to keep this emotional wall between them.

But she was melting.

“Now shut up and let me do my thing,” She said as she walked in front of him again.

“Now, would I be correct in assuming that you don’t feel any numbness in any of your new genitals?” Lazuli asked.

“None,” Michael dutifully answered.

“Do you have any problems peeing and do you have any constipation?” She asked.

“No and no,” Michael confirmed.

“Hm, do you have any problems getting an erection?” His aunt asked.

“...I masturbate frequently,” Michael drily replied. His aunt let a smile slip at that, and, well, he was reminded of what he came here to do.

So his cock started stirring out of his sheath.

“I can see that,” Lazuli said, her eyes lingering on his cock a second too long before she shook her head.

She wrote it all down on her clipboard.

“Alright,” She said after a while, “Your genitals, despite their changes, are not malformed.”

“They are not causing you pain, they are not blocking your circulation and they have not compromised your nervous system,” She summarized as she looked at his junk, “And your health hasn’t visibly deteriorated since the last time I saw you.”

“So, as a preliminary study, I think we can tentatively hope that the danger posed by these changes is most likely going to be chronic in nature,” Lazuli said with some relief.

“Chronic?” Michael asked.

“Any health problems that you might have are probably going to be long-term,” Lazuli replied.

And Michael, for some reason, felt as though he just…wouldn’t.

“No, no,” He shook his head, “I don’t think so. I’ve never felt better.”

“If you say so,” Lazuli responded.

“Aunt Laz,” Michael said, “I’ll be fine. Trust me.”

“Goddamn it, Michael,” his aunt rubbed her face, “A lot of the time the mutations aren’t the problem.”

“It’s the fact that they just. Don’t. Stop. Happening,” She said, a haunted look briefly coming over her face.

“Aunt Laz…” Michael said.

“But you are a human,” Lazuli shook her head, “You are inherently stable. It's a mutagen that’s causing these changes, and we can fix that!”

“So!” She said as she went to the kitchen and grabbed a needle and a plastic container, “We are going to need some of your blood.”

“So your lab friends finally pulled through?” Michael asked as he looked at the needle.

“Some of them only have their jobs because of me,” Lazuli replied, “So yeah, they better pull through.”

“So where do you need to stick me?” the human boy asked.

“Your forefinger,” Lazuli replied as she gestured towards his right hand. Michael gave it to her.

She extended his pointer just over the plastic container and very swiftly pierced the skin of the tip of his finger with her needle.

Michael winced as red drops of blood quickly began dropping into it. Thankfully, he only needed to do this for a few seconds before his aunt stopped, and started cleaning his index.

“So did you do this a lot before becoming a wanderer?” Michael curiously asked as a bandaid was applied to his finger.

“Oh please,” Lazuli grumbled, “This is nurse work. I, and I have no idea why I need to repeat this, am a doctor.”

“Really? That’s a pity,” Michael opined and his aunt looked at him suspiciously, “I mean, you would look amazing in a nurse outfit.”

And, to his disbelief, his aunt actually looked away!

“Just…put your pants back on,” she huffed as she sealed his container of blood.

Despite the face she was putting on, Michael could feel the thing they had. Somewhere after Michael had almost kissed her while she was mind-controlled, their connection had started to deepen into something more.

And if left alone, maybe it would naturally develop in the way he wanted. But then, it probably would not. Lazuli was, after all, his aunt.

And that meant he had to take another risk.

“I lied Aunt Laz,” Michael suddenly said after she had put his blood sample away.

“About what?” She asked.

“You look absolutely amazing as you are,” Michael replied and he made no attempt at hiding his admiration from her.

Nor his attraction.

He had not, after all, put his pants back on.

Lazuli, for the first time that Michael could remember, did not look at him like an older family member would. She did not look at him as if she were seeing a “little calf”. For a second, there was something in her eyes that liked what she saw.

There was a certain hunger in there that he had never seen before.

But it was only for a brief moment.

Lazuli closed her eyes.

“Alright,” she murmured, “Ok. Fine.”

And then she opened her eyes, “Let’s talk about us.”

Michael’s heart almost jumped into his throat when she said that.

“Aunt Laz-” he replied, butterflies spreading through his stomach as a smile threatened to slip into his face.

But she extended a hand that stopped him from doing anything more.

“Michael…”She began as she tried to put to word what she felt, “I would be…lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you.”

“And only a blind cow would miss how much you are to me,” she snorted as she gestured at his happily growing erection.

“Aunt Laz-” Michael began again, yet was stopped mid-sentence all the same by her raised palm.

“You have no idea how much I want to bury your head into my crotch,” She honestly told him and, for once, it was Michael who was blushing, “How much I want to just take you and press you into my sheets.”

“And, how much I want to wake up in the morning and see you there, in my bed…” She trailed off.

This time, Michael didn’t speak. Lazuli clearly had more to say.

“But you are not one of my casual lays,” She sadly said, “Nor one of the men who I try to use to plug the holes in my life.”

“You are my nephew, and I love you,” She concluded.

“Me too, Aunt Lazuli,” Michael could only say. It was always going to come down to that, wasn’t it?

Except he now had the power to overcome it.

Lazuli was looking at him, complicated feelings going through her face before they settled into confisned resolution, “However…”

“However?” Michael was surprised.

“However-” Lazuli breathed out as she came to a decision, “-you are soon becoming your own man. Someone who has to live with the weight of his own choices.”

Michael’s heart skipped a beat.

Was this really happening?

“So, “ Lazuli said with a shy smile, “If, after you graduate, when you have to head out into the world and live with the consequences of your decisions-.”

“-if, at that point, you still feel like this,” She declared, “Then we can talk about having a relationship between us.”

…no.

This was more than he thought he would get. This was more than he had ever hoped for!

This was more than he deserved!

But this was not enough.

“Aunt Lazuli,” Michael very seriously said, “Strip.”

And then he felt it. That all too familiar drain coming out of him and into his aunt.

Wait until he was out of school? Wait until he was out on his own? Wait potential years for him to have his aunt? No, no, and NO!

Aunt Lazuli was one of HIS women! She was one of the two treasures that were always destined to be out of his grasp and suddenly were not. And he would not wait for a single second more to have her.

Dizziness tried to cloud his thoughts as his bovine aunt’s eyes went blank, but Michael gritted his teeth and willed himself to not fall.

He was doing this now. He was going to make his aunt his.

Casually, almost as if she was getting naked on her own, Lazuli took off her doctor's jacket and dropped it on the floor. She unbuttoned her blouse. She unbuckled her pants. She let each article of clothing fall onto the floor until only her bra and panties remained.

And they were boring!

“Lose the underwear,” Michael ordered, “And the bra.”

The mind-controlled Lazuli hesitated for a second before she did so.

It left her as naked as the first time Michael had done this with her.

“Now, get my cock hard,” Michael ordered her.

His hand was around his dick and he visibly pumped it for emphasis. He was still not entirely sure how the mind control worked, but he found that a certain amount of mimicry was needed for some things. He supposed he could order her to just stay there while he got off to her but no.

He wanted Lazuli to do this with him.

The knees of his aunt pressed into the floor in front of him as she obeyed, her hands coming up to clasp his cock around where he had his hands.

“Yeeesss,” Michael moaned as his aunt’s large hands grasped his sheath and, slowly, peeled it back as most of his cock started to erect out of it.

“Keep at it,” Michael grunted and Lazuli casually glided a hand into his flat-headed horse glans and pinched the widest part of its neck.

His cock continued to grow, sweat and dead skin forming a very light level of smegma that left a sticky residue as his dick, finally, extended to feet and a half in length.

And then his aunt stopped.

“Well?” he testily asked, but she did nothing except stare blankly ahead.

“Stimulate me some more,” Michael sighed and then gasped as her hand pulled out of his sack. And clapped around his knot.

“Oooh fuck,” Michael moaned as her other hand spread around his glans until it was choking, her thumb sliding up until it was rubbing his fossa, the nub crowning his glans that was his urethra. Almost immediately, her finger started getting wet with his pre-cum.

This is what he wanted. This is what he needed. This is what was making his blue balls go away!

Already, he could feel his testicles working overtime making his DNA loads. He would not be skimming off his production, he would be using it all.

But as skillful as his aunt’s hands were, as warm and fantastic as they felt, Michael needed even more!

His aunt’s short snout had slackened with her mind control, and her jaw was slightly open, his aunt breathing through her mouth.

She had not kissed last time, right? Well then, how about a suck now?

“Aunt Laz,” Michael said, “Give me a blow job.”

His Aunt stopped.

“I said give me a blow job!” Michael replied but she did anything but. Fucking annoying mind control rules!

He was about to order her to let him put his cock in her mouth. To let HIM do all of the work. He was about to brush every single barrier off when he saw the slight frown that she had.

It was not big or very noticeable, but it was there. He did not think it would break the mind control, but it made him aware that a part of her did not want to do this.

And that thought alone stopped his tongue.

“Please?” He begged not really expecting anything. Which made him gasp with surprise as his aunt opened her mouth and tried to push his cock inside her maw.

It was an uncoordinated thing as if she wasn’t sure of what she was doing. But then, his subjects hadn’t always had full control of themselves. So, if his aunt was acting on her own, for a given value of “on her own”, maybe he could meet her halfway?

“L-let me help you with that,” Michael excitedly swallowed as he reached out and grabbed her cheeks. Then he gently realigned her head so that his huge glans wasn’t just rubbing against her bottom lips. Moving his hands to her snout, and then grabbing her by her nose, he continued to lift her head as he pressed his incredibly huge glans past her lips. And, to his mild relief, that did not snap her out of her trance.

Grunting as he pushed his cock into her mouth, Michael forced her jaw open as his own glans had to constrict under this relatively small hole. That didn’t “wake” her up either.

Michael moaned as Lazuli slowly moved her head forward, the bottom of his cock sliding on her tongue and rubbing against the ceiling of her mouth. Seeing that he didn’t need to “guide” her anymore, his hands went up to her horns. He grabbed them tightly as he helped her go deep INTO his cock! That also didn’t wake her up.

And when his glans hit the point where her mouth turned into her throat, when he hit her tonsils, Michael experienced a brief bout of worry. Surely this would wake her up?

But his hypnotized aunt didn’t give him a chance to reconsider as she simply stuffed her throat with his pole. And as it turned out? It did not.

Michael gasped as his aunt’s incredibly tight esophagus was stuffed like a sausage with his meat.

Slowly, he helped pull her head further into his cock. Slowly, he used her horns as squeezable handles as she literally deep-throated him. Slowly, he made her mouth pass through his medial ring as his cock continued sliding down her throat.

And then, very slowly, her lips touched his canid knot.

And, apparently not seeing a reason not to, Lazuli almost dislocated her jaw as she tried to swallow that into her mouth. W-was it the fact that she was hypnotized? Would she normally have done that if she weren’t? At that moment, he could not have cared less.

“Fuuck,” Michael moaned as he felt in heaven. When his aunt slowly started to pull his knot out of her mouth, Michael decided to help her by almost shoving his dick out of her mouth. This almost made her teeth scrape against his knot, but he would have gladly suffered that if it meant feeling this complete tightness.

As it was, his aunt’s snout was aiming to press against the base of his crotch every time he allowed her to act on her own. So when he pulled his knot out of her maw, he had enough space to slam it back in, every single inch of his cock being stimulated as almost reached her stomach.

He even almost managed five of these thrusts before he felt an incredible pleasure build up below his stomach. And start spilling into his cock.

“Here it comes!” Michael whined as his testicles clenched and he shot his first load directly into his aunt’s stomach. It was a heavy sauce that was more goop than it was a liquid, but the rush and pressure of more and more loads made it go into his aunt’s belly.

Days of sexual frustration at, multiple times, almost getting sex but coming short were spent there and then. He shot loads into his minotauress aunt’s esophagus which made all his other ones seem like nothing.

Michael just couldn’t stop. Until he did of course.

By the time his testicles could pump nothing more into his prostate, and his prostate could send none down his cock, his aunt’s muscled belly was starting to bulge. Even then, he was just about done when he felt his aunt squeeze the last bit of semen out of his urethra with her thumb.

…as in, without any encouragement again, she had acted on her own.

Michael looked at her eyes and they weren’t blank any longer.

No, they were angry.

When had she come out of her trance?

His heart almost seemed to freeze as his aunt very deliberately pulled her head out of his dick, squeezing what loads of semen she could with her fingers as she did so. Until his glans was just inside her mouth and, with a pop, they swung flaccidly from his crotch.

Meanwhile, his aunt’s cheeks were bloated with his semen. She had collected every bit of spunk that he had left into her mouth, her lips painted white with leftover jizz, as she glared at him.

Glared at him.

And then, she very deliberately swallowed that down.

“Aunt Laz?” Michael asked as she gasped for breath.

“DON’T!” She choked out, not wanting to hear any more from him. So Michael said nothing as his bovine aunt desperately filled her lungs with air. Now that his need for sex was sated, he realized that he had not been thinking right. Why had he not considered whether or not his aunt might choke?

“Alright,” Lazuli breathed out as she got herself under control, “Alright, sure.”

“We did this, huh?” She asked as she stood up, “I really could not control myself, after all.”

And then she laughed.

She got a look at him and laughed and laughed.

She laughed until she started to sob, but she still laughed some more.

“Are you okay?” Michael couldn’t help but ask.

“Am I okay, the calf asks,” Lazuli hiccupped, “Because of course you would.”

“Because you have no idea what I have just-” his aunt paused to burp, her breath briefly smelling of his semen, “-done to you.”

“You did nothing,” Michael hissed out.

His aunt laughed again.

“Alright,” She breathed out, “Since this happened…this is how it's going to go down.”

“We are going to wear protection,” She said in as clinical a voice as he had ever heard.

‘What?” Michael could not believe his eyes.

“I will NOT trap my nephew with a baby,” She declared, “And so, you and I are going to use protection from now on.”

“From now on?” Michael asked. H-had…he succeeded after all?

Had he succeeded at establishing a relationship with his aunt?

“I can’t control myself,” Lazuli laughed in a way that Michael did not like, “And you are a little lamb, so I guess we are going to be fucking after all.”

“We are?” Michael asked with hope in his heart.

“We are,” His aunt gave him an ugly smile. He was getting what he wanted, so why was this all making him so uncomfortable?

“But we are going to schedule it,” She blandly said, as if she were talking about the weather, “We are going to talk about when and where we are going to go down.”

“Okay?” Michael didn’t really have any problems with that. This all still felt like something was wrong.

“Good, spontaneity is for stupid bitches who can’t get wet without an ‘adventure’,” Lazuli huffed, “Oh, and no kissing.”

“Wait, why not?” Michael frowned at her. No kissing? Was he going to be having sex with her, but not kissing her? What sense did that make?

“Because,” She said, and Michael could tell she was trying to be kind, “As soon as you are cured, or we are sure you are not in danger from that stupid drug my daft sister let you take? I am going to disappear from your life.”

What?

“I wanted to do this right, Michael,” Lazuli choked, “But in the end, I guess I just couldn’t stop failing our family.”

“You haven’t failed anyone, Aunt Laz!” Michael vehemently disagreed.

Lazuli laughed, “See, that’s why I don’t deserve you, Michael. No matter what I do, you would never think it's bad.”

“But, Aunt Lazuli, no one is blaming you for anything?” Michael, who was at a complete loss, responded. His aunt gave him a pitying smile.

“I am not going to fuck up your life, Michael,” Lazuli told him, “Because, I know that it only takes a single drunk binge, maybe even a single beer, for us to cross even these simple rules.”

“Aunt Laz..” Michael didn’t know what to say.

“So, I am going to hurry to cure you before I have the opportunity to groom you into my ‘loving human sex toy’,” She concluded with as much mockery and self-hatred as she could.

Michael looked at her and yelled at her, “You won’t!”

He willingly gave his power, he willingly let as much of his “magic” as he could slip from him into her. He felt the hit of dizziness, the bone-deep tiredness that come from using so much in such a short period of time, but he didn’t care.

He pumped as much as he could without making himself faint.

“You are not going to turn me into your sex slave,” Michael yelled, commanded, at her, “You are not doing anything you shouldn’t be by doing this!”

“You are not harming me!” he hissed, “You are not harming me!”

“Say it!” He ordered, “Say that you are not harming me!”

But his aunt didn’t say anything.

“SAY IT!” He ordered her again.

And at long last, she did, “But I am.”

It was in monotone, with none of her emotions behind it, but all the same there it was.

“But you are not!” Michael yelled again, “I command you to not think that way!”

“But I do,” His mind-controlled aunt managed to tilt her head in confusion as if it were obvious.

“Stupid mind control powers,” Michael hissed under his breath, “Be of good for once!”

“You WON’T break things off when you cure me,” the boy choked, quickly coming to the end of his rope.

“You won’t,” Michael stopped to sob, “....abandon me.”

Huh, tears were in his eyes. He was stronger than this though. He was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to hurt anymore.

He could feel it, his power running its course. The blank look was starting to leave his aunt’s eyes and he…had not done anything after all.

No.

He had ruined everything after all.

He felt drained, emotionally and mentally. And he had no idea how to fix this now.

What could he do? What should he do?

“Shhh,” his aunt whispered as she took his head in her hands, “It’s not your fault, little calf.”

She pushed his head against her tits and, for once, he did not feel aroused, “It wasn’t your fault back then.”

“And it’s not your fault now,” she kindly said as she cradled him.

But…it was. It was.

“I won’t be completely gone,” She told him, “You’ll see me from time to time. I’ll just…remove myself from your life.”

Michael sobbed again.

“It’ll be fine,” she assured him, “You’ll see.”

And so she carried him into her bed and held him as Michael just couldn’t stop his stupid tears from coming out.