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Not everyone could handle the growing intensity on the dance floor. Others disappeared into side rooms, those that had once been offices, storage, or other mundane places, converted into private places of comfort and pleasure. It was the perfect place for the timid trio to hide out from all the noise and people. Remy had no idea what he was doing at such a big event in the first place. The crow sat back in one of those cushy chairs, faintly bobbing his head to the muffled music, knees pressed together, hands clasped tight, and tighter still when he got a possum in his lap.

It wasn’t Obie. That particular possum had a way of being extra convincing when Remy really didn’t have a good feeling about something, but he was sitting across from his cousin, just watching the bird get more and more flustered. A nervous [i]gwah[/i] escaped Remy when Retchet sat their ass down snugly in his lap. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Unclasping them to hold them out as if afraid to touch the pretty thing literally grinding on him, he looked like he was about to take flight right out of the room. Despite his bulge.

It was a modest one, tight in the nice clothes he’d managed to cobble together from his wardrobe of robes and other ill-fitting club outfits. More crow noises ensued, nervously croaked out when the possum really started moving their hips. Retchet giggled softly when they heard the cacophony coming from that open beak. Such an easily flustered little creature. They weren’t even naked yet, which gave them free reign to press their butt snugly against that bulge in those cute little shorts and slide back and forth until Remy whimpered for them.

“You’re so cute. Where did you even [i]get[/i] this boy, Obie?” Retchet said, turning their head to the slightly less twinky one of the pair.

“He’s my - “ the other possum began, but thought better of it. Instead, he sat forward in his seat, not-so-subtly adjusting himself. He put on a soft, teasing smile. “I just picked him up at the cutie store. On discount, too!”

“Well, you got a good deal! He’s just lovely. Aren’t you, little birdy?”

“Hmmhmmph mmm ....”

Remy couldn’t manage more than a croak and a moan while he was so nicely pinned to his seat. Retchet bounced on him a few more times just to hear what other noises he’d make for them, but they eventually relented.

“Now, it won’t do to just let you sit there and cum in your pants! Even if that’d be kinda adorable. Come onnn, you can trust me. I just wanna make you feel good. Both of you handsome things.”

The girly crow perked up a little at the compliment. He did his best to straighten up once the weight was off of him, but he was still absolutely trembling. It wasn’t in terror. The steady pulses of his cock ran through his entire body, until he went scrambling to try to get his shorts down as quickly as he could. He couldn’t bear it anymore. Even if it was just a few inches, they needed out, but for all the urgency he felt, he paused as soon as Retchet held up a hand and clicked their tongue.

“Mm, hold on. Let me help you. I promise to treat you gently. As long as you promise not to be too gentle with me.”

They gave a wink that made Remy suck in a deep breath. He was so turned on he couldn’t speak, left just to make those cute, if pathetic noises while the possum slowly stripped him. They left him bottomless but still half clothed by the time they got his cock free, leaving it to pulse and drip in all its modest glory right before their eyes. Lingering for a few moments, just leaving that poor thing to throb, they finally gave him some attention by bending down in front of him and stroking their hands up along the glossy surface of his thighs. He twitched and writhed like he’d never been touched there at all, closing his beak tightly in an attempt to keep from making any further noise.

That soon failed when Retchet cupped his cute balls and hefted them a few times. They were far from massive, but they handled that pair like they were almost too weighty to lift anyway. The crow’s blush was easily felt radiating off of him, if not seen beneath the fluff. Up the possum went, running their hands slowly along the bird’s shaft, letting it tremble between their fingers and leak all over their digits. That pretty thing was already making such a mess. He couldn’t hold back a gasp when he saw Retchet bring those same soaked fingers to their mouth and lick them clean. That was when he knew it was really happening.

“There there. So much whimpering!” they teased, though their tone was soothing. “Just relax, birdy. All I want to do is spoil you. You’re so sensitive to every little touch, I love it. Let me make you feel nice. Is that okay?”

They grasped his cock softly, looking up to him for confirmation. Remy took a moment to realize they were actually waiting for his response. Three rapid nods did the trick. That was Retchet’s cue to start stroking him, gently, carefully. They weren’t jerking him off so much as just massaging his cock, though that was as intense as the roughest sex for someone like him. He scrambled, shifting on the couch, eventually reaching out to very carefully rest his hands on Retchet’s shoulders. It was far from forceful, but they were glad he was at least touching back at last.

Retchet made sure to maintain eye contact with that handsome bird the whole time, too. They were growing rather fond of him in such a short time, just from watching how happy they could make him. Flicking their thumb over the tip of his dick, rubbing off the leaking juices there. Another suck of their digit, and they simply had to get a better taste. First they licked their lips, and then they went down deeper to drag their tongue right over the surface of the pretty bird’s balls, to bring all those croaks and caws from him, leave him grasping their shoulders just a little tighter, slowly rocking back and forth like he was already fucking the possum’s mouth.

Of course, Retchet didn’t forget about their audience. Obie was a very patient poss. He was horny to the point of pursing his lips tightly, bulge straining against those bootyshorts, but he waited for his invitation. The other possum gave it in the form of swishing and swaying their long pink tail, almost as if beckoning to him. That worked well for getting Obie all worked up, but he didn’t actually move from his spot. Retchet took their hands off the crow for just a moment to instead just bluntly lower their pants and give that girly poss a good look at their bare, silver-furred ass.

“Hey! Obie! I think you should probably fuck me really hard. It’ll help me focus while I spoil this boy.”

“Oh! Sorry, on my way!”

Up Obie got, as if he didn’t even realize until then that he was allowed to participate. He staggered slightly, but he was less a mess than his cousin at least. Walking his way out of his clothes, garment by garment, but for a pair of fishnet stockings (which Retchet firmly believed that prettyboy absolutely [i]rocked[/i]), he got down to his naked fur by the time he was behind them. That was well within tail looping range. Retchet reached out and caught him by the waist to reel him in and keep him there. They gave a little giggle back at him.

“Really, a possum should have been prepared for a move like that.”

“I’ll have to think about adding it to my repertoire.”

Retchet loved the way his accent came out saying that. They just grinned, before giving another lick of their chops and going down on Remy without much warning. As much as they’d promised to take it slow, they simply couldn’t help themself. He tasted so good, throbbed so hard, and gave them so much to swallow in spurting ropes of watery juices. Of course, the birdy noises he was making the whole time only made it better. Remy moaned and yelped like the pleasure was startling to him while the possum on his dick ever so slowly engulfed him to the very base, savouring every inch they could get, swallowing the tip at least.

Holding him there and warmly sucking left him alternating between trying to push them back and just clinging to them for a little more stability. He kicked his legs and bounced his cute butt on the cushions, head tilted back to direct all his croaks and gwahs at the ceiling. The slow suckles were firm and thorough, pushing Remy dangerously close to cumming within a few seconds of entering the possum’s mouth. Retchet held that pretty crow on the edge and let that be their focus. Obie could figure out what to do from there.

A little fumbling and considering, and eventually he managed to take the other possum by the hips so he could mount up on that ass. Retchet lowered down to line up just right and take that black shaft between their cheeks, with their own stiff yet neglected against their belly. They didn’t care. All the pleasure they needed came in the form of making those boys cum. Obie was bigger than his cousin. Nearly twice as big in fact, maybe more than Retchet was expecting to feel humping and grinding against their backside when he found his mark.

A few strokes, a few spurts, and eventually Obie got snug between those cheeks, sinking forth with a sigh and then a little grunt. For as girly as he looked, he sounded at least a tiny bit manly when he was bottoming out, balls deep in a nice tight hole. Retchet loved it. They gave him a moan, muffled by crow cock, but nonetheless a solid expression of their appreciation. Feeling that needy poss push inside them, feeling a pair of nuts resting against the back of their own, they doubled their efforts on the squirmy birdy to really see what kind of silly sounds they could get out of him, and they weren’t disappointed.

Once they got to a deep, wet, [i]schlurking[/i] pace of suckles, they had that crow wailing for them, shooting all over their tongue, leaking so much they thought he was already cumming. It only took a few more sucks. They pressed down, burying their nose in crotch feathers, sniffing deeply, breathing him as much as tasting him. A nice, deep caw followed by a moan that was almost like a scream gave them all the warning they needed. Soon they had a mouthful and throatful of twink cum to swish around and gulp straight down.

It wasn’t the biggest load they’d ever swallowed, but it was enough to satisfy their cravings. They slipped up to kiss the tip of Remy’s cock when he was done, and then engulfed it once more just to hold it there on their tongue. Their body bounced along with every little thrust of the other possum’s hips. Obie was doing his best to really get Retchet off, working into a swinging, thumping pace of deep thrusts, panting away with the effort. It was well worth soaking in and enjoying, with the taste of crow still on their tongue, at least until Remy found his voice again.

“Want me to make it bigger? Maybe might be a little more fun for you than just this ... ”

“Hmmmf?” Retchet still had their lips around that shaft, though they were merciful enough not to suck so shortly after a cumshot.

The bird scanned around the room with those bright eyes of his. They were still so shiny even in the darkness of the club, or that private room. Retchet looked up from where they were snuggled between the bird’s soft thighs, waiting for clarification.

“I probably shouldn’t ... not on a night like tonight. Might attract some attention.”

“Oh, you always say that,” Obie said, slightly breathless. “And it always goes fine. Remember last year?”

“Barely ...” Remy’s voice got very quiet for a second before he shook it off. “Well, I’ll leave it to you. Let me know what you decide, and if you want, I can do a little trick I know ...”

Retchet had definitely never heard of any sort of party trick that could make a cock notably bigger. Their curiosity was far too piqued to let that one pass. They weren’t taking their mouth off of it, either. Instead, they just gave a thumbs up, watching the bird closely. Those eyes seemed even brighter than they recalled.

“Okay ... might want to pull off first ... if you want, anyway ...” Remy said, too timid to insist.

Retchet wasn’t going anywhere. They remained kneeling before the girly bird, getting their ass solidly fucked by another possum, squeezing Obie with their tail. With a sigh, Remy finally raised his hands, extending his fingers into curious positions, making signs that Retchet certainly couldn’t interpret. He was murmuring something the whole time too, just under his breath. Retchet thought they saw a little flicker of something, a flash of light with no apparent source, but it was gone as soon as they noticed. Remy continued his quiet chant, slowly closing his eyes, only for them to shoot open again.

“Wait ... no! Don’t let it - !” he exclaimed, then fell silent.

That was enough for Retchet to finally pull their mouth off his cock. They tipped their head to the side in response to the crow’s outburst, looking him over. He looked,looked briefly stunned, staring off at nothing in particular, expression blank, eyes still.

“You good, cutie?” they asked.

That seemed to snap him out of it. He gave his head a shake with a ruffle of feathers, and his beak slowly curved into a soft smile.

“I’m fine. Sorry. Thought I felt something.”

Retchet glanced down at that still-stiff cock. It didn’t look any different. A little disappointing, truly, but they didn’t get a chance to show it. They were ready to start sucking again, only to feel those talons pressing deep into their scalp when Remy grabbed them by the hair and forced them to swallow every inch he had all at once.

How was he so strong? Part of what made him so cute was how small and delicate he looked, and yet Retchet felt as if they couldn’t have resisted if they wanted to. They squirmed a little, gave a pleased [i]mmmmm[/i], and got right back to sucking. That bird was stiff again, and already fucking their face with vastly more boldness than they expected from him. Obie was going faster too, clutching them by the hips, gripping them hard, slamming into them with similarly unexpected strength. They had no complaints. Especially when they felt the change.

When Remy mentioned getting bigger, Retchet wasn’t sure what they expected exactly. An inch or two at most, maybe as a result of some drug, or special technique. They really didn’t know. When the crow started thickening out in their mouth and throat, they had to stop and strain just to take it all. Remy’s cock more than doubled in size in the span of a few short seconds, stretching Retchet’s gullet and leaving them struggling and choking on that sudden excess of dick. It got fatter and fatter, and it didn’t stop when they couldn’t breathe. A moment of panic left them pushing against the bird’s thighs just to draw back, but the constant drumbeat of thrusts and Obie’s hips colliding with their ass just forced them deeper and deeper on it until they were completely suffocating.

Eyes open wide and starting to water, they looked through blurred vision at the bird to see if they could get his attention. He was still holding them down on it, and firmly. His eyes had even more of a glow. He wore that subtle smirk on his beak that was far from the timid birdy they had been so keen on spoiling and powerbottoming. Struggling with those greedy fellows, slowly lifting their hips, they at least got into a better position to get fucked and spitroasted on that big fat crow dick glowing in their throat, gagging, drooling, wheezing in the the tiny gasps of air they managed to get before Remy forced them to bottom out on it again and again.

They were starting to falter, getting weaker, knees starting to buckle beneath them. The boys followed Retchet down, unrelenting in their thrusting, humping and fucking the pinned poss with the kind of intensity, even ferocity that seemed completely out of character for them. And that was hot. Even if they felt like they were going to pass out at any moment, Retchet was [i]hard[/i]. Obie was absolutely drilling them, and the feeling of their head swimming and chest aching as they [i]glurked[/i] on Remy’s enhanced cock just made it feel all the better to get pounded numb by a cute, polite one like him. That it was the last thing they ever expected out of two such delicate things was only going to make them cum harder.

Orgasm hit them and overtook their entire being for that short while, surging and tingling through their body in ways they only ever felt when they [i]really[/i] getting fucked. Far from powerbottoming, they were getting spitroasted right off their feet by the inexplicable power of the unstoppably horny femboys. Obie was even strong enough to hold them by the hips, pressing his thumbs into the cheeks of their ass while he rutted right in between. The [i]slap slap slap[/i] of his ruthless, even brutal pace mixed so nicely with the steady [i]schlurk[/i] of a cock too big for Remy’s body plunging down Retchet’s gullet again and again. They didn’t even need to get their hands down on their own shaft to cum all over the floor of that secret room.

Retchet was still making a mess when that handsome pair decided to drain their balls into them. Their time was unquestionably perfect. Two cumshots poured into Retchet’s body at precisely the same moment. That jarring sensation left the possum doubly overwhelmed, pushed onwards into either a second orgasm or just a watery continuation of the first. They were nearly dry-firing, and those balls were still sloshing them full of thick spunk. Retchet could hardly believe just how productive they were. If Remy didn’t pull out soon, he was simply going to drown the possum who had just wanted to spoil him.

It was like the crow knew exactly what Retchet’s limit was. He yanked out just when the possum was about to faint or outright suffocate on his cock. Retchet wasn’t sure which. They could only slump face down in their own cum and let the rest pour all over their back, soaking deeply into their fur, splattering in all directions from the sheer force. Obie wasn’t far behind. He couldn’t match Remy’s productivity, but he could still make a good mess of the other poss, painting them down in all the spots the bird missed. The cum on every inch of their fur was making it hard for Retchet to even rise, so they simply had to hack and choke while flat on their face, slowly gasping their way back to life.

They were still panting then they felt those soft-scaled hands grab them by the hair. Remy was so weirdly rough with them. He yanked so hard it hurt, but it got the job done. Staring at that once-timid bundle of feathers, licking their lips when they weren’t just coughing, Retchet let their vision slowly return to normal so they could get a good look at that cock. No wonder it left their jaw aching. That thing had to be thrice the size it used to be. It was far too big for someone as small as Remy, but it confidently throbbed in front of their face as if ready for more, even after flooding their belly and the room in the span one fat cumshot.

The crow’s voice came out perfectly steady, as if he hadn’t just blown a load that big. It was a little strange. He was so calm compared to the anxiety he’d shown not long ago. Maybe having a cock that big had inspired all new confidence in him. When he spoke, there was a booming quality that might have made them laugh for how much of a surprise it was, but there was an unsettling undertone to it too that kept them silent. They could only listen.

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“That doesn’t come without a cost, of course. I could have sired a descendant with that seed. You’ll just have to help me make more.”

Retchet might have been more eager to nod and agree if it didn’t sound so weird. Remy’s altered voice didn’t sound right at all coming from his little beak. For a moment or two, Retchet could have sworn they heard a second one just beneath the first. It warranted more consideration that they didn’t have time for. Using that grip on their hair, Remy yanked them even closer, shoving their snout against his tip to soak up the juices still leaking from that broad cockslit.

Retchet was content to lap them up at first, but Remy wanted more. Obie grasped them by the hips, showing similarly unexpected strength. When he began to push, Retchet found themself sinking forward in the more unnatural of ways. Their nose dipped right into the crow’s cock, taking in a hefty dose of avian pheromones. There was still something a little girly about it, even when he was that big. It might have even been pleasant, if they had the time to stop and take it all in. Obie’s insistent shoving and forcing them deeper kept them from savouring the experience.

Eventually, Remy became more than just the passive recipient of a possum muzzle in his dick. He gave Retchet a sudden [i]clamp[/i] around the face that squished plenty of juices into their features. They swallowed them, tasted them, breathed little more than that refined corvid musk. It was getting thicker the deeper they went, and even when they tried to pull back, the grip of that cock around their head kept them in place. Stuck in the darkness, they were left to listen as Remy flexed down on them in such a way that it produced a deep, wet [i]gulp[/i] from the walls around them.

It took some slight stretching, but Remy took their shoulders in with relative ease, and a slight sigh. That was when Retchet really started to test the strength of that grip around them. They couldn’t voice their complaints, but they could express them with their body. Too far. Too much. It wasn’t hot or enjoyable anymore. If the boys were pulling some sort of prank on them, it wasn’t funny either. They wanted out, and yet when they pulled back with all their strength, they couldn’t slip free in the slightest. Remy [i]had[/i] them, and the more they fought him the deeper he pulled them.

That crow, the most timid, unassuming thing Retchet had met in years, was devouring them with his oversized dick. And Obie was helping. The male possum showed no kindred with Retchet, stuffing them away inch by inch, getting them all slathered up in the crow’s juices. The clenches and vicious [i]PUMPS[/i] were getting even more aggressive. They didn’t hurt, given how squishy their surroundings were, but they made it even harder for Retchet to breathe and gasp, much less to shout their muffled protests. Whether angry or just panicked, they were making less and less noise the deeper Remy swallowed their writhing body, breathing an eye-watering scent. It was enough to make them drool a little, fighting off the stupor that wanted to take charge of their body.

They were getting weaker, and the boys didn’t tire in the slightest. Obie gripped their butt tight, and even gave them a few cheek-wobbling spanks just to make them squirm all the more on the way down. It was [i]mean[/i]. The only thing worse than knowing they were about to get packed into a bird’s balls was the total confusion Retchet had about the whole thing. This wasn't like them. Or they’d assumed as much, for as long as they’d know the pair. The betrayal had their cheeks burning hotly just in time to dunk down headfirst into a thick load of cum waiting for them.

Immersed and struggling, swallowing enough to leave them bloated, Retchet ended up fighting to get swallowed faster just so they could move their body freely and keep from drowning in thick, hot spunk. Pushing out on the soft walls around them just made them clamp down tightly from every angle. Retchet found themself getting squished down deeper and deeper all the cum [i]glorshing[/i] and splashing around them, feeling it bubble up with activity just to make it clear what was about to happen. The struggles were just making Remy’s cock throb, and his balls clench up tighter around his prey.

The boys celebrated their surprise victory groping and stroking each other. Obie had his regular-sized shaft pressed right up against the bird’s frotting, slipping and sliding with every grind. They were dripping from both their tips, though Remy was making much more of a mess. He was already spitting out those fluids, making some satisfied [i]gwahs[/i] while he pumped around his prey. And Retchet couldn’t do a single thing about it. That didn’t mean they stopped fighting, flustered and red in the cheeks with the sheer outrage over having [i]that[/i] soft, seemingly delicate individual do that to them.

It only took a little adjusting for the lusty pair to go from mutual touching and pleasuring to outright fucking. Obie took that crow dick in both hands, hefting it, squeezing it, and finally just stuck his own shaft straight down the leaking slit. It had already swallowed an entire possum, so of course it could fit his cock. He let those pumps and contractions of throbbing pleasure running through it squeeze him and milk him, thrusting back and forth, fucking that oversized beast of a bird cock just to make Remy squirm all the more. Every time he throbbed, his balls pulled up tight as if to draw an outline of Retchet’s every single detail, gripping them until they swore something was going to give out under the pressure, only to finally relax again.

Even so, Retchet didn’t feel the same anymore. The force was softening them up, making their silhouette a little less distinct. They didn’t want to be crow cum, but even the thought of struggling was getting more unappealing. Listening to the [i]schlick schlick[/i] of Obie pumping in and out of that giant cock, they simmered and stewed, not accepting what was happening to them, but unsure of what they were even supposed to do about it. Their temporary break to breathe and consider was shortlived when it got interrupted by the splatter of spunk shooting straight down and splashing them in the face.

Obie came hard, knees buckling, suppressing a scream and settling on a possum hiss when the warm undulations and inwards [i]pumps[/i] of Remy’s giant cock drained him of all the cum he had. It was a small contribution compared to all the rest sloshing around Retchet, but it was still that much more, making it even warmer, making the scents even thicker. Obie fucked that cock until his balls stopped twitching, and then stood there, huffing, slowly tilting his muzzle up to make eye contact with the bird.

They didn’t say anything. There was no need, and Retchet probably wouldn’t have heard them anyway. Instead, Obie slowly pulled his cock from Remy’s own, and replaced it with both hands. The boys shared in a little gasp of pleasure - the bird from the sensation itself, the possum from the thought of going through with it. Obie pushed deeper and deeper after that, spreading out that slit, stretching that cock all over again until it wrapped around his arms tightly enough to start pulling him in all on its own. Remy barely even had to do anything. His body did the work, thanks to that strange magic, and maybe something else.

This time it was even faster. It helped that Obie was actively feeding himself to the crow, rather than struggling the whole way down. His moans were swiftly drowned out by the muffling pulse of the walls around him. He delved deeper and writhed his way down, hard all over again. It didn’t take long for him to slip past his waist and find himself humping and thrusting into that shaft all over again. He fucked his way inside, kicking his legs from sheer pleasure, curling his toes and tail until those two got messily slurped away by the sheer power of Remy’s transformed spire.

A thorough [i]ULLLP[/i] echoed all around his head as he got enveloped, grinding out another orgasm that hit left him shuddering with bliss all the way down to pile on top of Retchet. It was even tighter with him there, squirming in the aftermath of another cumshot. Though even as he was recovering from that pleasure, his demeanour seemed to shift. Retchet could tell, feeling him pressed against them. He was getting tense, maybe confused, murmuring something but not quite finding the words. Something had changed in that room, and the adjustment left the crow who had devoured the both of them gasping as if suddenly waking from a terrible dream.

“What - what’s happening? Where did you go?”

The answer to that question was obvious enough. Remy whimpered when those sensations struck him, immediately overwhelmed by the sensations running through his body once it was his to control once more. Shaking his head at the realization, whimpering dismay, he babbled mostly to himself.

“No no no, I shouldn’t have made myself a beacon, not on a night like this, not when something could get in ...”

That was interrupted when he outright shrieked at the feeling of his balls giving a mighty [i]clench[/i]. The possums within got pressed even more tightly together, sharing in their squirms. Realization was hitting Obie just as hard as it had Remy. Not even the post-orgasmic glow could make it seem like a good decision anymore, but slipping and slopping around in a thick, rising load of jizz wasn’t doing either of them any favours. The crow laid his hands on the occupants of his body, fingers briefly glowing only to recede again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I don’t know how to - [i]ahhhhh nnnnnh[/i] ... “ Another clench left him wincing and panicking, kicking his legs to try to make his balls stop churning. “I can’t try magic, or it’ll come back, just try not to move ...”

That was impossible when they were getting actively clenched into crow spunk with every heavy squeeze around their bodies. All the movement rubbing against those walls just got Remy all the more excited. He tried his best to resist it, to fight off the aching, urgent pleasure climbing up his shaft and spine alike, but nothing could calm him. Disregarding his own warnings and attempting to summon up some semblance of his own power just ended in repeated failure. He couldn’t concentrate when he was throbbing that hard.

“No wait ... it’s too much ... it’s too much! Stop it .... [i]hhhhffff[/i] ... let me let them go ... I don’t want to, I don’t want to - [i]nnnnnnnnnnh.[/i]”

A sudden surge of movement came when the pressure proved too much. The bulge of possums in Remy’s overstuffed nuts sank inwards, leaving him crying out in alarm, and scratching his talons in the cushions of the couch when he wasn’t just desperately flailing. Nothing he could do was slowing down that highly unnatural process. His body kept working, pumping, gurgling, loudly churning them down into a uniform mass of pure, solid cream that softened with every squeeze. His horror at the situation only made the pleasure more intense. Perhaps whatever had seized him was tormenting him by making it feel so damn good.

The thrum of the music shaking the walls around him strangely synced with the constant, uncontrollable [i]pump[/i] of his nuts. He squished those possums down flatter and flatter until he could hardly tell Obie from Retchet anymore, staring at their shapes as they softened. At least they were still squirming. Maybe it wasn’t irrevocable yet. There surely was a way to reverse what had happened, he found silently pleading while his voice was busy giving all the squeaks and cries that came with [i]digesting[/i] that innocent pair, crushing them down into freshly melted bird spunk, packing his balls tighter and tighter.

“[i]Nooooo[/i] ...” he faintly whimpered, one last cry for mercy towards whatever malevolent powers had forced him into that situation.

[i]Glut ... glut ... GLURSH[/i]. There was no mistaking that fatal sound. It left the crow’s nuts clamping down around the last solid shapes of the pair packed into his nuts. But for a few traces, they were completely churned, melted down under all that pressure until they were simply a sloshing load weighing down the whimpering bird’s balls. He yelped at, and then just kept whining, hyperventilating as he spread his arms out, keeping his hands as far away from his cock as he could reach. It didn’t matter. His hips moved all on their own, humping the air, already leaking juices all over the floor despite the lack of friction. He didn’t need any further stimulation to shoot them out all over the floor.

Remy tried his very best not to think about the fact that the thick, hot cum that came gushing full force from his magically massive cock used to be his friends, old and new alike. The grim reminders clattered to the floor in the form of recognizable bones, polished clean by the cum digestion, flowing in the river of white pouring across the floor. At least it got easier to push it from his mind when he blanked right out, caught up in pleasure so intense he couldn’t think at all. He was a slave to that forbidden orgasm, yelping, crying out as if for help, but there was no one to save him from draining his oversized, pent up nuts all over his surroundings.

Flooding the room and leaving his jizz flowing out underneath the door, he ended up slipping and struggling in the mess he made, getting it all over his feathers when he collapsed into the puddle beneath his feet. Even then, he was still cumming, still spurting it all out while he was flopped there, slopping around in his own spunk, in everything he’d made of two entire possums at once. The hot cream and scattered bones painted a foreboding scene of indulgence while the crow panted and whimpered, worried that his climax might never cease, until it finally came to a stop.

A look at his surroundings with wide eyes, and he slumped down again, barely seeming to react. It was better if he didn’t think about it at all, if he pushed it from his mind entirely. Yet when he glimpsed those spunk-packed skulls sitting snug in the thick mess around them, when he truly meditated on what he did, there was a twitch. Surely he could blame the demon or whatever else had possessed him to do such an awful thing for making him hard again at the mere memory of all those sensations, recalling the [i]sounds[/i] they made with their muffled protests before he silenced them with a [i]clench[/i].

His cock wasn’t getting any smaller. It was even fatter after churning up Retchet and Obie. He was still a petite thing, packing something far too big for him, but a little magic, a little charm, and a little help from whatever had taken him over from the inside, and maybe he could do it again. Just once. Or twice. To the right person. As a little treat. The thoughts were enough to make him clutch his head and close his eyes, trying not to listen to the wicked whispers, but even as he did, he was left to wonder. A demon would have announced itself by then, and taken pride in such corrupting work. There were no voices in his head. Alone in the dripping room, with the jizzed-out remnants of his friends, Remy had to wonder who was truly responsible for such a sloppy, fatal indulgence.

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“I think you owe me more. I’ve been so generous, haven’t I?”

Stricken by how wrong that felt, Retchet nonetheless remained on their knees just to see where the bird was going with that. The cute crow asserting himself just looked and sounded silly, they had to admit, but that didn’t stop them from going along with it. Maybe he was discovering himself a little, right there in that private room, with the sound of muffled club tones to guide him. And screams. It sounded like it was getting pretty intense out there, but Retchet’s eyes were firmly on that bird, and his big fat cock.

When he took them by the hair and shoved them down, Retchet was happy to go along with that too. They were still much bigger than the crow. It probably would have been easy to resist him, but they felt no need. He was a tiny blanket of feathers, stretched over their chest, pinning them down as best he could. His touch was surprisingly firm for his size. He even managed to heft the possum's thighs right up without much help from Retchet, forcing them to spread their legs and offer themselves up to that hung crow for grinding and mounting alike.

A quick frot with the transformed bird really let Retchet get a feel for that size. It might have even been too much. But surely he wasn’t going to use it too roughly, Retchet thought while they got humped. Even the motions of Remy’s body were a demonstration of unusual confidence. He acted like he knew what he was doing - and when he got his shaft right where he needed it to be, Retchet had to admit it seemed like he really did. Pushing against that nicely creamed hole left them moaning, closing their eyes tightly enough they didn’t even spot the incantation coming.

Okay, so he was more than just a bird. The chains that leapt out seemingly from nowhere at all were definitely magical. They glowed a bright blue as they latched onto Retchet’s wrists and ankles at Remy’s command. All it took was a little gesture from the bird, and the shackles obeyed his will, holding Retchet in place, stretched out like an offering to the unusually assertive avian. There was something glowing in Remy’s eyes, something that gave a slightly unsettling feeling, but Retchet wasn’t too concerned when they were getting fucked that well.

He knew how to use that massive thing, pressing deeper and deeper, pressing all of Retchet’s buttons at once. It was like it was just radiating pleasure itself, sending that energy all throughout the possum’s body, making them throb against the bulge in their belly as it slipped back and forth. The bird was thrusting hard, and even his cawing was deeper and more impressive once he got going. It didn’t take long for Retchet to start leaking all over themself, spurting precum from the repeated thump of heavy balls to their backside.

It was enough to numb them a little. They still felt all the pleasure, but as they got stretched and strained by all that girth, they could only moan for that boi-turned-stud, completely ignoring any negative effects of taking that much dick. Remy only got stronger. His small body never should have been capable of pounding them like that. Maybe it was a little more of that magic, or maybe it was something else. Even looking at his face, and that confident stare, they barely recognized him.

If they had any doubts, it all got fucked out of them by one particularly powerful thrust. It hit them just right, leaving their eyes rolling back, their mouth hanging open to drool when they weren’t just moaning for the feathery top. Their own shaft was twitching, spurting, leaking a little more with every pound. Sometimes their consciousness even seemed to flicker for a moment, as if they were playing dead, but they were doing their best to absorb and endure every second of pleasure the crow was giving them.

Obie moved differently too. Even slowly losing their mind to bliss, Retchet detected something unusual in the other possum’s body language. He had authority in every step, not shyness. He snatched them by the hair and yanked their head close to his cock. It was still just the regular size, if impressive for a girlyboy like him. Even in the middle of that pounding, they were ready to turn their head and start sucking on it, but Obie had something else in mind - and soon, so did Retchet.

They would have objected to it greatly if they still had the capacity. Instead, they were left to squirm with uncertainty that slowly turned into ecstasy when the other possum pushed his cock slowly into one of Retchet’s ears. He kept going until he was buried deep, slowly thrusting Retchet’s thoughts away, leaving them stunned and dazed, mind waterlogged with precum. They were numbing in all the places that didn’t matter just to focus on all the pleasure those two were pumping into them. They didn’t stop, even when they felt their body slipping over the edge, consciousness flickering in the face of that constant [i]schlick[/i] and [i]thump[/i] of plump boi balls.

Usually, orgasm had some degree of buildup first. For Retchet, mindfucked and belly-bulged with crow cock, it hit all at once. Their own shaft erupted hard, leaving them gushing all over their own body while they got fucked deep and dumb. Even after several seconds straight of pure climax, their muscles were still tense, still working hard to milk it all out of them. They were gushing as their eyes went glassy, as their body began to slump, their squirms slowing, their gasps and shaky moans falling to mere shudders. Then to twitches.

As life slowly faded from their form, the boys seemed to gradually lose their rhythm. They were still thrusting, but with a little less power, a little less certainty. Maybe they were slowing down for Retchet’s sake. That wasn’t necessary. The possum was happy to slowly drift off under a blanket of bliss, fading into nothingness after that extended orgasm. A blurred look at the outline of the crow let them see his eyes twinkling with confusion and surprise, but slowing down didn’t matter. One more thrust inside the dazed possum was all it took to milk that oversized cock.

Opening his beak as if to ask a question, Remy instead whimpered out and buried himself in all the way. Obie followed suit, even if it seemed like he was trying to pull back, like he was trying not to go too hard on that deep mindfuck. The effort didn’t stop him from draining his balls directly into Retchet’s thoughts, washing away more and more of what made them who they were with every rope of cum. If that wasn’t enough, the enormous load of crow cum bulging up Remy’s shaft and erupting inside of them pushed them over the edge.

Their body seized, tensed, and then slumped down to fall into some unsettling twitches while those distant cousins emptied their nuts into their shared plaything. There was so much pressure, and so much pleasure to release all at once. They were consumed by the urge for relief, no matter how dire the situation might have been. Retchet wasn’t moving anymore, but they just kept thrusting, kept fucking that motionless body until they’d left the silent possum’s head and belly swollen with an excess of overflowing cum. A quick pull out in near unison let them jizz all over Retchet’s prone form before they were drained and done.

Panting in the steaming, dripping aftermath, drooling with the lingering delight overtaking their bodies, they slowly exchanged a look. Neither of them wanted to look down and take in the reality of what they’d done - with Retchet staring straight up at the ceiling, sloshing and covered in their cum, neither moving nor breathing. Such a travesty was something they should have been freaking out about, but that lingering stare they exchanged said all they needed to say. It felt so damn good. And with Remy’s cock refusing to return to normal, the magic that made it what it had become glimmering through its greatly enhanced inches, it was going to be easy to do it again. They just had to find someone to be their next victim, fuck-snuffed in the messiest, most pleasurable of ways.

Neither of them said it. They just had to think it. There was so much pleasure in embracing the corruption inside of them. The mark the dark one left last year. It allowed them to do so much more, to [i]enjoy[/i] themselves in ways they never had before. Each of them was waiting for the other to move. They didn’t break eye contact. In the end, it was a quick gesture, not a pounce that allowed Remy to seize the upper hand.

A clatter preceded the lunge of chains rushing towards Obie’s neck. Newly shackled and collared, dragged down to the floor just beside Retchet’s body. As he grappled with that choking grip, several more seized his limbs to turn him over and leave him with his girly rump pointed towards that bird. With those fishnets on, he was just so cute, just so tempting, even to a perpetual bottom like Remy. Whatever was shining out from just behind the corvid’s eyes helped him get over his anxiousness about taking something for [i]himself[/i].

“S-sorry. It wants me to. It won’t let me refuse ...”

It was mostly the truth. Remy didn’t want to admit he still had any choice about anything he was doing as he mounted up on top of his struggling possum cousin. He [i]needed[/i] to do it. It felt like he would have died if he didn’t, for how hard he was throbbing and leaking all over the twink beneath him. He needed another tight hole wrapped around his oversized cock. It glowed and pulsed with unnatural energy, that magical blue, slowly shifting to a darker violet to match the new colour of his eyes.

There wasn’t much squirming Obie could do in his magically bound position. He could throb, though. The changes in his body helped ensure he was as receptive as possible even to his looming fate. He knew the consequences, and they just made him harder. Fussing and struggling, he still lifted his tail when Remy grasped it to stick that huge crow cock between his cheeks. A few slipped thrusts and the bird sank his slick shaft slowly inside a second possum, pushing as deeply as he could stretch the other boi, ready to press every single pleasure button he could.

Of course that poss was screeching for him before long. Remy wasn’t even halfway inside, and Obie was already drooling, already hissing, already spurting a mess all over his belly for the crow. A pause to breathe, and the corrupted birdy gave a commanding thump of his hips to smack his balls against the bigger boy’s butt. He was shorter, smaller, and so much more comfortable as a bottom, but he simply couldn’t stop himself. Once he got started, one he started thrusting and fucking that tight ass, there was no going back.

Remy even gave in to the urge to bite, to claw, to spank that possum once he found his slow but brutal rhythm. Obie soaked it all in, blushing, grinding back in time, finding his place beneath the bird once his belly was bulging enough. That cock almost reached his chest, outlined beneath his fur, but he didn’t feel any pain or panic. Sometimes his body twitched or seized up in strange ways, but he didn’t complain. Instead, he just pressed back, urging Remy to go deeper, to stuff him with every single inch of that giant, cursed cock no matter the consequences.

They both felt that wall break down. One big thrust pushed Obie past the point of recovery. He was already falling to that twitching, pleasure-crazed decline. His body was breaking down, but not before he slipped into perfect ecstasy and came one last time. Going extra tight, contracting hard around Remy’s inches as if attempting to milk his cousin for absolutely everything in those huge nuts, he let his final climax overtake his entire being. Overpowered and cumming hard, adding to the flood that already streamed to each corner of the room, the possum shuddered his way through a dying cumshot while the big-cocked crow snuffed him with pleasure and girth alike

With him so very close, losing more and more of his strength, Remy doubled down. He could fuck as hard as he wanted. The end result was the same. And that gift, that power within him, it gave him strength far beyond anything his small body had ever felt. He pounded Obie to oblivion, closing those eyes for good while he scrunched his own shut and buried himself, fat balls snug against that tight butt, clenching, pumping, audibly [i]groaning[/i] with the sheer power of a truly demonic finish deep inside the fading poss wrapped around his cock.

Obie faded as Remy flooded him, sinking down with a final sigh until he was nothing more than a twitching cocksleeve for the crow to cum in. Remy kept his balls snug to his victim, letting their twitches sync with Obie’s own last spasms. Pumping out enough to overflow the newly motionless body on his dick meant the possum was drooling crow spunk by the time Remy was finally done. He fucked a little longer, just to make sure he got every single drop, feeling that body morbidly flop along with his thrusts.

He slowly pulled out, blushing, whimpering a little, letting a few more ropes of seed splash over the two snuffed possums. As much as he tried not to look at them, he couldn’t help the occasional glimpse. Horror was banging at the gates of his mind, demanding to be let in, but he denied it. The corruption helped. Just when guilt and anguish started to well up in his chest, something within him reached out and silenced all those thoughts, reminding Remy just how [i]good[/i] it felt to embrace those new cravings.

He didn’t have to say anything. All he had to do was think it. Part of him wanted to keep doing that kind of thing. No matter who it hurt. That was enough to earn the interest of the one behind the door. It slowly opened, making the bird sharply turn his head towards the source of that loud creaking. There was only darkness there, for several seconds. He couldn’t discern a clear figure in the twisting shadows of the club - now gone oddly silent in the aftermath of the night’s festivities. The dread was overbearing, yet it could be ignored when the voice spoke to him, rousing him to his feet at the very first word.

“Come, Remy. There is so much more for you to learn.”