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Randal stirred. On top of him was Patricia, as naked as he was. His small bed was not big enough for him and a second but they tried their best last night, fucking long enough to make a nice pool of cum on the sheets. Patricia opened her eyes, and smiled. "Good morning." Randal smiled. "Good morning." Patricia leaned up but then scowled, taking a hand to her back. "Oh! My back!" Randal leaned up, feeling his body decompress after having a Great Dane girl rest on him all night. He saw a mark on the wall. In the middle of sex, Patricia knocked her elbow into the wall and cracked it. Randal hoped Pixie wouldn't be too mad. Patricia looked at Randal's bed. "Maybe we should ask Pixie for bigger beds." Randal turned his feet to the end of the bed, hanging his big penis and huge balls off the mattress. He looked at the floor, the narrow floorspace between the bed and the wall. "Where would we put it?" He looked at the short distance between the corner of his bed and the doorframe. "Any bigger and the door wouldn't be able to close." Patricia got up and stretched her back. There wasn't a lot of room to walk her bare dog feet. "Maybe we should ask Pixie for bigger rooms!" Randal smirked. "I somehow don't think that's happening." Patricia went to her room to get dressed and let Randal dress his. Randal got on a t-shirt and jeans while Patricia walked out with a tube top and capris, that top squeezing out the top of her boobs. They went upstairs to see Pixie in the kitchen as she always was. The overweight feline loved to cook! With an apron tied around her waist, she swayed her tail as she walked her way around the kitchen, preparing some morning eggs and bacon. When she saw Randal walk in she smiled. "Good morning, pets!" She walked up to Randal, taking his hands and giving him a gentle look in the eye. "How are you holding up without your girlfriend around?" Randal giggled. "I'm doing ok." Pixie's eyes narrowed. "You know... if you want a fat cat--" She fondled her belly-- "I could be your fat cat. How about you spend the night in my room?" Thinking about Pixie's nice large bed and her regular sized bedroom got Randal thinking. "Hey Pixie... would you consider giving us pets larger rooms?" Pixie smiled like the question was a joke. "What's wrong with your rooms right now?" "They're too small," said Patrice, unable to hide her annoyance. "Me and Randal were getting it on last night and I kept bumping my elbow against the wall!" Pixie giggled. "If you need more room, you can always sleep in the backyard by the doghouses. Plenty of room there!" Patricia sighed. "That's not the same thing!" Pixie swayed her tail as she walked back to the stove. She flipped some bacon. "You are pets and if you need more room for mating then the backyard is a wide open place for it." Randal gave up. His master was not going to allow a change in living spaces. He got down on the floor by his doggy bowl and waited for breakfast. The school day went by with Randal and the other roommates carrying angst. When it was time to leave and Randal and his roommates went to the parking lot to take Patricia's car home, there was Geffa waiting. The dragon dean was leaning against the vehicle, dressed in her usual skirt suit. "I need a ride home," said Geffa. Some students watched as Randal, a legend on campus for scoring with the dean, and the dean talked in the parking lot. The dogs did their bed to ignore anyone staring. "Can't you just warp home?" asked Patricia. "Because of your witch powers?" Geffa huffed a flame. "Drive me home or I'll ride you like a horse to get home." Patricia gulped. "O,ok." Geffa got in the passenger side. She draped the seat with her wings so they fit well. Patricia got in the front and the rest of them got in the back, with Randal sandwiched in between Todd and Elizabeth. Randal's toes rubbed up against Elizabeth's, getting the collie to giggle. Geffa looked back and saw the young ones squeezed together across the back row. She sighed. "[i]Fine/[/i]. Elizabeth, take my seat." "Uh, ok," said Elizabeth, taking off her seat belt and exiting the car. There was a flash and Geffa was in her feral form-- the small one. She sat on the seat dressed in feral-fitted clothes, but got up to hop back to the middle seat as Randal slid over. The seat belt wouldn't fit her feral form very well but she was a goddess and didn't have to worry about safety. Geffa said though, "Don't crash the car, or I'll turn you into a feral." Patricia giggled nervously. She knew that Geffa's threat was semi-serious. She turned on the engine and waited for Elizabeth to get in and sit down before she pulled out. "A feral?" asked Todd. "A four-legger?" "Yes," said Geffa, looking at herself as an example. "I'll turn Patricia into a feral Great Dane." She snickered. "She'll have to go back to using newspaper!" Patricia tried to clear her mind of distractions and focused on the road as she pulled behind a white car with a bird girl she knew from her Sniffing class. She pulled out onto the road and made her way home. "So," said Geffa. "I've heard that you are looking to expand the size of your rooms." Had Geffa talked to Pixie since that morning? Maybe it was on a phone call but Geffa was an all-powerful goddess so if she needed to hear the desires of some of her citizens, she could. "Yeah," said Randal, feeling like he would be the one who could talk to Geffa easiest. "We were... [i]doing things[/i] last night and there isn't a lot of room in my bedroom so we hit the wall a lot." Geffa grinned, sharp teeth exposed. "You were mating." "Yeah," said Randal, rubbing his feet together, toes scratching each other. "We were mating." Patricia smiled, a big one. "We were [i]fucking![/i] We were really boning, weren't we Randy!" She reached back and rubbed Randal's knee. Elizabeth chuckled. It was always funny when Patricia was crass. "I can give you bigger rooms in a split second," said Geffa. "The question is whether [i]Pixie[/i] wants you to have bigger rooms." The kids were not expecting Pixie to change her mind on the situation. The ride was taking too long, and Geffa was bored. So she concentrated a little bit and put an enchantment on everyone in the car. They all started masturbating. Randal and Todd had their dicks out, hard, and were cranking them up into the sky and Patricia and Elizabeth had their hands down their pants, rubbing their vaginas. Their minds were overwhelmed with erogenous images and feelings. Their mouths hung open as they stared into space, unable to notice the world around them. They were all caught in a spell of masturbation. Randal's mind was caught in a flurry of Brandy, her fat waist and legs. The feeling of sticking his penis inside her haunted his dick. He also had flashes of Pixie and Patricia tempting his penis. Orphis consumed his mind party. Randal could feel Orphis hard dick parting his ass cheeks. Geffa's roars echoed in his ears. Todd lusted over Pixie. His mind raced with images of her fat curves and large breasts bouncing. Flashes of her spreading her legs for him went through his eyes. Elizabeth was in there too. She was naked, on all fours, and howling. Todd would give her doggystyle. The dumb lizard girl that Todd fucked the first night as a dog; she was in his fantasies. The girl in his Pottery class that admitted she purposely peed in her bed; she was in his fantasies. With her hand down her pants and rubbing, Elizabeth's mind went to Scar from the Lion King. Simba and Mufasa were there. She would take all three of them. At the same time. If she had the chance she would stick every dick inside her vagina, every huge lion dick she could find. That lion that she saw in the neighborhood, she would take his dick. That panther guy in her Mystery class that was naked all the time; she would take his dick. She would fuck her neighbors and suck their dicks. She would fuck all night. Patricia was concerned with Randal's fucking last night. The chubby mastiff; what a partner he was. His heavy ass weighing on her was a good time. She loved to fondle his belly and pet it. While she rubbed herself, she stared into space, moaning. Her hand fell from the steering wheel and her feet dropped from the pedals, but Geffa had control of the car and took them home. So many good bellies in town like that chubby cat guy that lived down the road from them. Patricia wanted to see him without any clothes on. The chubby cat probably had a big log in the pants. He reminded her of her friend's boyfriend. She needed dick. Elizabeth drooled, saliva dripping on her shirt. She didn't notice. Her mind was on huge dicks, not cleanliness. She rubbed her vagina-- wet-- in a vain attempt to replicate the big, erect cocks she wanted inside her. Todd was the first to cum. Jism shot everywhere, on his lap and on the door and on the back of the seat. It sprayed everywhere and the dog didn't notice. Randal was second, having a similar splash zone. Elizabeth and Patricia came into their panties, a wet spot growing on their pants and soaking down into the seats. And then they continued to masturbate. There was no down time. They kept it up, rubbing their parts while they stared into space with no functioning brains. Geffa smiled, looking at all of their messes, and wondered if they could 'shoot' again before they got home.