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“Hey, there he is! Hey, mijo!”

James gave a strained smile into his phone’s camera as his parents came into view. His father spoke in his gruff voice, a big, burly lion with dark fur, a chestnut mane, and a beer belly beneath his tank top. Beside him, tilting her nose up, was his mother, a short, stout golden retriever woman with wavy fur and wavy golden hair to match.

“Oh, there you are! Jamie, it’s good to see you!” she said, her voice lacking the slight Hispanic lilt of his father, but exchanging it for the rounded, nasally Minnesota tones.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” James greeted them with a tired smile. He could see his own portrait in the corner of his phone screen; his face round and build average, just starting to put on the extra weight his father had as he approached his thirties. His fur was a lighter, honey color, and his mane a darker, sandier brown from his mother’s side. His off-white button shirt stretched taut across his broad chest, accented only by a bright pink tie dotted with tiny black cats playing with yarn and each other in various poses. Behind him, the monolithic office building rose behind him, the last letters of CubeCo appearing over his shoulder near the top corner against the evening sky. “What’s up?” he asked them.

They ignored his question. “What is that you’re wearing?” his father asked, squinting his eyes too close to the camera.

His mother pressed in closer as well to see. “Oh, Santi, I think it’s from a cartoon or something.”

“It’s just a tie, Dad,” James replied simply, his mouth drawn. He already knew what was coming.

“That’s no tie, son,” his father said with a disappointed shake of his head. “A boss man wears a tie to show he’s in charge. That… I don’t know what that is. You wear that to pick up little boys, I think, right Annie?”

His mother smacked his father’s stomach with the back of her hand and a click of her tongue, but didn’t disagree. “It is a bit cute, honey. Don’t you think it’s too cutesy? You have such big shoulders; don’t you think you should wear something manlier to work?”

“I like this tie, Mom,” James insisted again, wearily.

“I just wouldn’t want the ladies to think you’re playing for the other team, Jamie,” she replied.

“Your mother’s right, son. A girl isn’t going to want to go to bed with a man in a pink cartoon tie like that,” his father added.

James rolled his eyes. “I’m just going to the grocery store.”

“What, there aren’t ladies at the grocery store?” his father replied with a shrug.

“You’ve just been single for so long, baby,” his mom said, trying to soften things while still pressing the point. “We thought we’d have grandkids by now! When was the last time you even, you know… got busy with a lady?”

James flushed bright red, looking away from the phone. “I am not talking about this with you right now!” he said. In the parking lot, he heard a snicker from a goat security guard a row over, looking at him. He hunched his shoulders.

“What about Cindy? That little rabbit in the cube next to you?” his father recalled. “You said she was pretty!”

“Oh, you’re right, honey!” his mother added. “You should ask her out!”

“Cindy just works next to me. We barely talk! I could never just ask her out like that!” he tried to explain.

His father clicked his tongue now, disappointed. “That’s no attitude to have, boy. Your grandfather, he had six kids with six women by your age! The Montoya men have always been good with the ladies! Just look at me and your mother!”

His mother did giggle, leaning into his father’s chest. “Ooh, he’s right, honey. I knew he was the one after that first night!”

James groaned. “Mom…”

“Papi passed down all the moves to us, son! After he won a match, he’d stand on the top rope, look for the biggest lady in the crowd, point to her, and take her home that night – because he knew she’d be the only one who could handle Papá Pitote!” his father laughed. “And you know why – when he moved to America, he changed his wrestling name to ‘Big Papa’ because –”

“Yes, I know why!” James flushed again. “Look, just because I take after Papi doesn’t mean I want to fool around like he did!”

“Oh, but you two were always so close,” his mother said, another disappointed click of her tongue.

“Don’t you talk about your grandfather like that, son,” his father warned him. “He was a great man. Twice as much man as anyone else – in every way!”

James nodded. “I know, Dad. I remember,” he said, his voice low, wistful.

A beat passed, and finally James’s father spoke again. “Anyway, son, we just wanted to call to remind you about Papi, actually. Today’s the anniversary of when he passed away, so you better light a candle tonight, you hear? Papi’s watching you.”

James jolted with a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, June fifteenth, you’re right. I almost forgot,” he said sheepishly. “Thanks for reminding me. I will.”

His father nodded with approval. His mother pushed more into frame. “Alright then, baby, we’ll let you go. So you go home, light that candle, and then maybe you go to the club, take home a nice girl, and –”

“Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad,” James interrupted, his face burning as he hung up. He reached for his car keys with one hand as he shoved his phone into his pocket with the other, searching for the chirp of his car. When he eventually climbed in, he couldn’t help but look at his tie in the rearview mirror. It was cute.

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“Hey, Jaime, look at you! First chest hair, eh? I grew mine when I was fifteen, too! Maybe you’ll be a big luchador like me one day! Maybe they’ll call you ‘Hairy Jaime,’ eh?”

_ _ It was a silly memory, but after being teased by some of the other boys on his JV wrestling team for all his new body hair just earlier that day, it was just what James had needed to hear from his grandfather. He pushed his cart absentmindedly through the aisles of the PriceJack Mart, the oppressively bland fluorescence and shelves piled high with ten-for-twenty deals on boxed dinners lulling him into a mnemonic stupor.

He remembered how grandpa Arnoldo passed away just a month later after that moment in the family bathroom when he’d visited one weekend, his huge, buff grandpa’s face still smeared with shaving cream, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular, hairy body on display. James remembered thinking he wanted to be just like his grandpa one day. It was such a shock to hear of the heart attack so soon after. Even more shocking to learn it happened in the middle of a three-way with two swimsuit models.

“It’s how he would have wanted to go,” his father had said somberly.

James found his phone in his pocket again, but now he was scrolling through old photos. He had dozens from his grandfather’s old matches that he attended, seeing his intro come out in those golden spandex tights and the black mask, his hairy chest and muscles gleaming with oil as he grabbed his prodigious bulge, the words “BIG PAPA” on the jumbotron behind him as pyrotechnics exploded. He could still hear the mariachi-rap beat ringing in his ears from the loudspeakers of his grandfather’s theme. Then there were some older photos of his matches back in Mexico, back when he was Papá Pitote, like the famous match that solidified his name when he took down Titan Tigre, solidifying his signature pit-locker hold.

With the photos came more memories. Waking up before his parents when Papi visited and watching cartoons like RoboBoys and Unicorn School. Helping James make his first mask, back when he wanted to be a wrestler and called himself Pink Panthera. Laughing as he gave James a sip of his beer when he was ten and James spit it out like in the old comedy shows his grandfather liked to watch late at night. His parents tried to tell grandpa Arnoldo that James should be playing more with boy toys, watching boys’ shows, that he should try to use his influence to help James like other colors, like red instead of pink, or Big Papa’s iconic gold and black. But Papi always just dismissed them. “What, are his balls going to drop off if he wears a pink mask? My tag partner of twenty years wore pink back in Mexico!” he said, always pronouncing his homeland with the correct accent.

The family photos were the hardest to see. James, age eight, sitting on Papi’s lap for his sixtieth birthday. James, age ten, posing with his father and grandfather on a hiking trail at Lake Texcoco on their vacation to Mexico City. James, age fifteen, after winning his first wrestling match, his grandfather hugging him so tightly. Grandpa Arnoldo, posing naked on the cover of PrideStuds Magazine, flexing his oiled-up muscles with his big, hairy dick hanging low between his thighs while the coverline roared in all-caps: “BIG PAPA LETS IT ALL HANG LOOSE – TEN PAGE CENTERFOLD!!!”

“Is that Big Papa?”

James nearly jumped over his shopping cart. He hadn’t intended to scroll past those old photos of his grandfather, the ones his parents weren’t always so eager to talk about. James knew it was weird to have them saved, but they were part of his grandfather’s legacy, something he was proud to do, and the thought of getting rid of them pained him. But now, someone had seen the photo on his phone, leaning over his shoulder. When James whirled around, he saw a young hippogriff man, maybe about his age, dressed in a blue PriceJack apron. His feathers were hawkish, with dark colors on his head and back, but lighter plumage on neck, although his horse legs and hooves were sturdy and roan beneath the hem of his work slacks.

“Uhh… no?” James said, quickly pressing his phone to his chest.

“It was! I’d know him anywhere!” the hippogriff said excitedly. “I watched every match of his when I was a kid!”

“You were… a fan?” James asked. Big Papa was popular, but over the decade since his death, his presence in pop culture had certainly waned.

“Of course!” the hippogriff, whose nametag read “Eric,” said excitedly. “He was the only hero who would always go out into the stands and take pictures with kids at the matches. I remember when he first debuted the jungle king cradle during Maximum Muscle Mayhem! And when he told Orlando Dagger to stop swearing, and then he put him in the pit locker? I got to see that match on TV at my tenth birthday party – everyone was cheering so loud!”

James smiled. “It was pretty awesome. I was there, actually. He was my grandpa.”

Eric’s eyes widened. “No way. Big Papa was your grandpa?” The hippogriff was in total disbelief. “I knew he had a lot of kids, so I guess he had a lot of grandkids, too. I bet you got to go to all the matches.”

“I didn’t see all of them in person,” James admitted. “I still had school and stuff. But we’d watch all his old tapes together when he visited. I have a lot of his old magazines, posters, all that stuff.”

“Wow,” James’s beak gaped in awe. “I’ve always wanted to start a collection, but I could never afford to. Not with this shitty job,” he complained. But then he stepped closer to James and said, “Hey, I never saw that photo before, though. What magazine was it?”

“It’s… nothing,” James said, trying to back away. “Uh… Ring Kings Magazine,” he lied.

“No it wasn’t, the title was different. C’mon,” Eric insisted. He grabbed James’s wrist, and before James could stop him, he pulled his phone away from his body, and there it was: Big Papa on the cover of a nudie mag.

“Oh,” Eric said.

James wrenched his wrist back, locking his phone, blushing fiercely. But then he looked down himself. “Oh.”

Eric looked down, too. The hippogriff was pitching an absolutely massive tent in his pants, even his apron bulging forward, draped over the stiff mass in a way that only drew attention to it.

The hippogriff stammered, stepping away. “I… I gotta, uh, I gotta clean out the men’s room,” he blurted out before hurrying away.

James groaned, stuffing his phone back into his pocket again. His mind was racing, his heart pounding, but he didn’t know why. He hurried through the aisles, thinking everyone was watching him, even though his penis was mercifully flaccid in his own pants. He loved his grandfather, but not like that.

“Milk, eggs, milk, eggs, milk, eggs,” he repeated to himself, a mantra to keep himself from thinking about the hippogriff’s big, fat tent. It was huge. “Probably a horsecock,” James thought to himself. Those were always bigger than normal dicks. He could practically see the flare throbbing, oozing precum to stain the hippogriff’s crotch. “No! Stop thinking about it!” “Milk, eggs, milk, eggs, milk, eggs,” he forced himself to keep muttering.

As he wandered through the aisles, realizing he was far away from the refrigerated section, his mantra was interrupted by Eric’s voice elsewhere, seemingly just a few rows away.

“I – I’m sorry, sir, I can’t help it, it’s just -!”

“Don’t you start with me, Eric! This is completely unacceptable!”

As James rounded the corner, toward the front of the store and in view of the rows of cash registers, he could see Eric looking sheepish, standing before a big gorilla man in a shirt and tie, looking like Eric’s boss. The hippogriff was doing his best to hide his straining tent under his apron, but the size of it made it all but impossible to conceal, bulging out from under his hands and jutting forward obscenely. James could even see how red his face was, and felt a deep pang of sympathy, especially as so many other shoppers were slowly turning their head toward the commotion.

Eric stammered and squirmed, looking more distressed by the moment, his erection showing no sign of flagging. “Sir, I’m sorry, but – if it were a normal size, I could hide it! I was just going to the bathroom to-”

“Oh, no! I know exactly what you were going to do in there!” the gorilla bellowed, jabbing a thick finger into Eric’s chest. “You thought you were going to take care of it, didn’t you? And on company time? I should have known you were some kind of pervert from the start!”

Eric’s distress was palpable. James could see some other shoppers snickering, pointing, staring. No doubt Eric felt the weight of all of them on his back. “I’m not a pervert, I swear! I wasn’t going to do that, I just needed a moment to calm down!”

“Well, you can calm down in your car, Eric, because you’re fired!” the gorilla roared.

Eric’s eyes widened in desperation. “No! Sir, please, I need this job! My rent is due next week! I didn’t even do anything!”

“You’ve done plenty,” the gorilla said harshly, standing tall and folding his arms over his chest. “Now get that big, disgusting thing out of my sight.”

“It’s… it’s not disgusting,” Eric whimpered, folding in on himself, his erection only throbbing harder despite his distress.

James looked closer. The fur on the back of his neck, even beneath his mane, started to stand, his skin tightening. He could feel his pulse start to race.

“What did you say?” the gorilla raised a brow, standing imperiously over the hunched over hippogriff.

“You can’t… you can’t talk to me like that,” Eric growled. “You can’t do this to me!”

James dropped his shopping basket without realizing. He could see Eric’s body trembling. No one was reacting or moving. Why wasn’t anyone moving? Why weren’t they running?

“I can do whatever I want, you little cretin,” the gorilla said with a cruel laugh. “I’m your boss. Or at least, I was. And one more word out of you, and I’ll have you banned from the store. Maybe I’ll even call the police, see if we can’t slap an indecent exposure charge on top? I’d be well within my rights after the display you’ve put on in front of all these people,” he said, gesturing to the small crowd that loosely surrounded them, emerging from the aisles or waiting in checkout lines.

Eric’s body looked tense. His clothes strained at his form. His concealed cock was throbbing madly with his quickening heartbeat. Finally, he rose, but suddenly he was taller than the gorilla. And he was getting bigger, inch by inch, starting to tower above his former boss. His eyes blazed with a flaming black glow like James had never seen before.

“You want a display!?” Eric bellowed back, his voice deeper, unnatural. “I’ll give you a display!”

Eric reached out and grabbed the gorilla, and as he did, his muscles rippled beneath his clothes, his growth so immense that his work uniform could hold on no longer. The straps of his apron broke, and then the fabric of his shirt and pants started to shred with a loud rip. As if released, a monstrous figure rose to full height, towering a foot above the burly gorilla. It looked like Eric, a hippogriff, but his feathers had turned an inky black and his eyes a fierce red, and his fingers had been replaced by wicked talons, his entire form bulging with muscle. His underwear stood no chance, either, and from his nude form rose a terrifyingly huge horsecock, thick as James’s wrist and easily a foot and a half long. It pulsed, throbbing, flaring above his tight, orange-sized balls, poised threateningly at the man before him.

“Holy shit,” James heard a woman gasp nearby. Others stared in fear and awe, blurting out comments as well.

“How the fuck did he do that?”

“I think he’s on drugs!”

“Man, I’d kill for a dick that big…”

The gorilla had no chance to react, and stood no chance. Before he could turn to run in terror, the hippogriff monster was upon him, pouncing, pinning him down to the floor of the supermarket. “Eric, stop, wait!” he tried to protest, but it was no use. The monster’s talons shredded through his garment as well, leaving the husky, chubby-built gorilla completely naked in a moment, his own average but thick cock standing completely erect between his own thighs.

“Eric is gone,” the monster growled, his voice a deep, otherworldly tone that sounded through the din like a hellish bell. “I am Black Breaker! And I’ll show you your place!”

The gorilla opened his mouth to protest, to beg for mercy, but the monster simply grabbed him by the head, angled his hips, and rammed his massive cock down the gorilla’s throat. The gorilla gagged on the huge length as Black Breaker pumped his hips, shoving the upper half of his length down the gorilla’s bulging neck while the helpless man scrambled, kicking his feet for air, his hands reaching out to grab something, but only finding the base of the huge horsecock to wrap his fingers around.

No one moved, except for a few people who pulled out their phones to record, some out of concern, and some out of sheer spectacle of the huge beast brutally facefucking the teary-eyed gorilla. Before he knew what he was doing, James found himself surging forward, his feet sprinting toward the horrific monster.

“Hey! Leave him alone! Eric, this isn’t right!” James cried out. When he reached the monster, he grabbed onto his arm, trying to use what wrestling knowledge he had to bend his elbow and twist his wrist to release his hold on the man and let him escape.

“Stay out of this, mortal whelp!” the monster bellowed. With his free hand, his hips still thrusting obscenely into the gorilla’s mouth, he reached up and backhanded James across the face, but the force of the blow sent James flying through the air until his back collided with a display of flowers.

Pain burst through all of James’s body, his back sore and bruised, his vision spiraling as lights exploded across his eyes, the wind knocked out of him as he struggled for breath. It was all he could do to right himself, to struggle weakly to his hands and knees, getting his bearings and crawling away from the gagging gorilla and growling, huffing monster behind a stack of shelves.

James leaned his back against the shelves, clutching what felt like bruised, but not broken, ribs. His breath came heavily, shuddering, and suddenly he felt tears coming to his eyes, hot and stinging and embarrassing.

His parents were right. He was weak, pathetic, unmanly. He wanted to help that man, and help Eric too, but he didn’t know what was going on, didn’t know how to begin to help. He should be strong enough to stop people from getting hurt, strong enough to protect others, like his grandfather, who always protected him and looked out for him. But he wasn’t, and all James could think was that grandpa Arnoldo would be so ashamed.

James shut his eyes tightly as he started to cry. Heavy, painful sobs wracked his frame, the tears bitter and hot down his cheeks. “I wish I was strong like Papi, he whispered to himself. “Why can’t I be stronger? I wish I was stronger. I wish I could make Papi proud…”

James felt a warm breeze touch his cheeks, drying his tears, and then he could detect a soft, glowing light through his shut lids. When he opened them, he could see that the light was coming from him; his body was starting to glow through his clothes, and he felt a soft, caressing force lifting him upward, and then he was floating. He spread his limbs, leaning back, a tingling, powerful sensation coursing through him, until suddenly the light became blinding, and he shut his eyes once more.

“Am I dreaming…?” James wondered.

Suddenly, he heard a deep, commanding voice. “Princess! Open your eyes, Princess!”

James did, and he saw before him the strangest creature perched on his knees, looking up at him. It was about the size of a housecat, but it looked like a lion, with white fur and a deep red mane, the color of red velvet cake, its slotted eyes big and bright green. Even more strange were the fluffy pair of wings on its back.

“Woah!” James recoiled, startled. “Just what the hell are you?”

“I’m a fairy lion, Princess, your fairy companion! But you can call me Leo,” it informed him.

“Fairy lion…?” James repeated, feeling completely confused. “What are you talking about? There’s no such thing as a fairly lion.” He reached out, tempted to touch the creature, but hesitating. As it blinked at him and pressed its paws into his thighs, he could tell it was certainly real. “Are you a… boy fairy lion then?”

The creature smirked and laughed. “What do you think?” it said. Then it turned around and lifted its swishing tail, tufted with the same deep red fur, and James recoiled when he saw two big balls, probably the size of golf balls, between its muscular haunches, beneath a little pink tailhole.

“Oh, god! Fine, I’m sorry I asked!” James said, turning his head away.

Leo laughed again. “You’ll have to get used to it, Princess! As your companion, you’re stuck with me!”

James rolled his eyes. “Why do you keep calling me ‘Princess?’ I’m not a Princess! I’m not even a woman! Obviously!”

“Are you so sure?” Leo said, raising a brow. He nodded down at James pointedly.

Only now did James realize that Leo’s paws were resting on his bare thighs. He looked down, and then felt a very new wave of horror overtake him.

His work clothes were gone, replaced by a pink outfit he’d never seen before. Big, pink, leather riding boots stretched up his calves, even sporting heels a couple inches high. On his hands and wrists were similar gloves, pink leather and fingerless with padding over the knuckles, as if made for martial arts. On his torso, James was shocked to see that he’d been clad in what looked like a white schoolgirl outfit, a pink ribbon tied over the front, but the garment was small, tight, and his bulging pectorals spilled out of it like cleavage. Even worse was the pink miniskirt that sat snug on his hips, not even fully reaching his ass or thighs. But the worst garment by far was a pair of tight, pink, lacy panties, a thong that hugged his hips, rode up his asscrack, and ended in a pouch that left little of his manhood to the imagination. But then James realized with horror that his transformation didn’t just stop at his clothes.

“What the fuck!? Where’s my chest hair?” James demanded. Normally, his chest had a solid carpet of darker hair over his thick torso, not unlike his grandfather, and a prominent treasure trail that ran down from his navel. But now his pectorals were completely bare, accentuating a powerful, muscular physique he didn’t know he had. He reached up to grope his own chest beneath the silky top, feeling for any signs of the body he was familiar with, but he found none; his tiny, bare nipples capped two intimidating pecs, and his stomach was more sculpted, with a powerful core. Not to mention his arms were thicker, now bulging with impressive biceps that would have ripped the sleeves of the top if it had any.

“A Princess can’t go running around looking like some jungle cat!” Leo said with a laugh. “But it’s not just your chest hair, I’m afraid, Princess.”

James groaned at the implication, but raised an arm to confirm that his armpit was also completely smooth, only boasting the same thin, tawny fur that covered his body, the muscles there now more accentuated. “Wait… ‘Princess…?’” James repeated. He looked down toward his skirt and the bulging thong beneath, but he had to make sure. Gingerly, he reached down to tug open the front. He felt relief to see that his penis and testicles were still clearly there, but felt dismay when he realized that even they, too, were completely hairless and smooth. The smoothness of his body was all the more enhanced as he realized his muscles seemed to glow and gleam as if freshly oiled, just like his grandfather and the other wrestlers he’d grown up watching.

“I don’t understand! What’s going on?” James wailed, looking to Leo desperately for answers.

“Calm down, Princess!” Leo insisted. “You have been chosen! You are the next Fairy Princess, the guardian of Dorado, the world of magic and fairies!”

“What? I don’t – what does that mean?” James asked.

“Listen carefully,” Leo said, looking up into James’s eyes. “There is a spirit world close to this one where magic, fairies, and monsters are real. Fairies are born of good magic, which comes from the joyful hearts of good people. But monsters are born of bad magic, which is created when good hearts become corrupted by stress and suffering. The fairies of Dorado choose a guardian to protect this world from monsters, and that is their Fairy Princess. She is a maiden of peace and power, capable of both soothing the suffering of monstrous hearts, but also subduing them with her great strength. The King of Dorado, the Golden Lion Alfa Leonis sent me to find the next Princess and be her guide!”

“But I’m not a woman!” James cried.

“Yes, well… the last Princess got married and is having a baby, and so we had to choose a new one on short notice…” Leo explained sheepishly, ruffling his wings awkwardly. “You were the only candidate with a pure heart and a noble desire to help people we could find. Plus, you know how to fight.”

“But I don’t!” James told him.

“But you do!” Leo insisted. He flapped his wings, floating up to James’s eye level. “You’ve learned to wrestle since you were a boy! Wrestling is in your very blood! And it is the purest, most noble of all martial arts, practiced in all the greatest civilizations of the world, from Ancient Greece to Japan to Mexico, and now in America and beyond! It is this power you will use to defeat the monsters!”

James heard a guttural moan behind him. “Ohh, fuck yes…!” There was a wet sound, squelching, mixed with gasping whimpers, and James realized that the monster he’d seen, Black Breaker, was cumming. In the shock of his transformation, he’d forgotten all about Eric and his boss.

“Wait… you want me to wrestle that thing!?” James cried with shock. “While wearing this ridiculous getup? No way! No way in hell!”

“It is your destiny, Princess!” Leo said, waving a paw. “You made a wish to be stronger! To help people! Now you have the strength!” Leo landed, looking around the edge of the supermarket shelves toward the scene, and James peeked out, too. Black Breaker was pulling his cock out of the gorilla’s mouth, who was splattered with thick, creamy semen all over his face and body, collapsing to the floor, still a live, but thoroughly broken. The monster rose, looming over him, proud of his work, his huge, well-sucked horsecock swaying ominously, the black flesh gleaming with saliva and throat-slime in the fluorescent light.

“Who’s next?” Black Breaker said, starting to turn his attention toward the crowd of onlookers. They turned and scattered, starting to flee, jumping behind registers and magazine racks to try and hide.

Leo turned back toward James. “Go! Challenge him! I will be here to guide you, Princess! But if you don’t stop Black Breaker, he’ll hurt more innocent people, breaking them beneath his great hippogriff cock! Only you have the power to subdue him and change him back to his former self!”

“I can… save him? He can turn back into Eric?” James asked Leo.

Leo nodded. “Yes, but only if you hurry! Don’t be afraid, you can do this! You have everything you need, Princess, and I’ll be right behind you!”

James felt a tightness in his chest. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, he was even considering listening to Leo’s directions, let alone considering stepping out into the open in something even a stripper would cringe to wear. He hesitated and turned to Leo again. “But… what about my identity? If people see me like this…”

“No need to worry, Princess!” Leo flew up again, waving a paw and producing a magic, ivory mirror with a silver lion’s head at the bottom, holding it up to James. James gasped when he realized that he was wearing an eye mask, pink and feminine like the rest of the outfit. It wasn’t a full mask like a luchador’s, but rather like the kind old superheroes wore, pink-jeweled and all. “As long as you wear this mask, your true identity will be protected! Your old self is gone, and you are now completely the Fairy Princess, with a new name, an entire new identity!” Leo explained before urging him with his paw. “So, go! There’s not a moment to waste!”

“Right. Okay… here I come!” James reassured himself before he rose to his full height, standing tall. The pain from earlier was gone, and he felt only strength coursing through his muscular, exposed body. With a deep breath, he charged out, trying not to think about how the thong felt riding up his ass, the skirt tossed to flaunt his bulge when he moved even slightly, or how his junk bounced between his legs in the pouch.

When he rounded the corner, he could see Black Breaker standing over his former boss, his huge horsecock drooling a stream of cum while the gorilla below lay defeated, dazed, his face splattered in semen that had oozed out of his mouth. “Who’s the boss now?” the monster said, waggling his cock tauntingly above the gorilla as the broken man groaned beneath him.

James summoned all of his courage, pointing his finger at the monster and shouting, “Stop right there!”

All eyes turned, the monster and what shoppers had chosen to hide rather than flee, shocked that there were still more developments. For a moment, James felt tingles on his fur, both from the stares, but also from the exhilaration of challenging this monster. He was the one who was going to step up to protect others. He was going to defeat the monster and save Eric.

His feeling of strength and pride didn’t last long when the murmurs began.

“Who the fuck is this guy?”

“Did someone order a stripper?”

“Wait, I can’t tell… Is that a woman?”

In particular, James could see two men nearby who had both ducked behind a register and were huddled up together staring at him. One was a chubby capybara who appeared to be another employee in-uniform, while the other was a lanky opossum, younger and probably just out of college, wearing a hoodie and beanie over his messy hair and faded t-shirt.

“Thank god, I think someone called the cops,” the employee muttered to his new companion.

The opossum shook his head. “I ain’t ever seen a cop dressed like that, dude.”

The capybara winced. “Well, he’s got some balls announcing himself like that.”

“You can say that again,” the opossum agreed, and the two men stared directly at James’s package, not hidden at all beneath his skirt.

The monster just folded his arms as he stood, his huge cock swaying lightly as he took in the sight of James, looking both confused and thoroughly unimpressed. “And just who the fuck are you supposed to be?” Black Breaker asked.

James winced, not sure how to answer. He looked around, searching for some response, looking to Leo who floated near his shoulder. Leo just smacked James’s head with a paw. “Say something, Princess!”

“I’m…” James forced himself to speak before he could really think of what he wanted to be known as. “I am… Fairy Princess… Rosa?” He said. The name came to him out of nowhere, and yet it felt familiar; he recalled his parents had said they would have named him Rosalinda if he were a girl, and some part of him knew that the name wasn’t an accident. Now that he had said it, and despite his burning cheeks, he realized that it was indeed his name in this form, and he had no choice but to stick with it. He was not James in this moment. He was Rosa. “I am Fairy Princess Rosa!” he declared again, trying to muster more confidence. “And… I’m going to defeat you, monster, and save the man inside! So… Prepare to be humbled!” he declared.

Another pause as the monster blinked at him in disbelief. With a raise of his brow, Black Breaker answered, “Oh, yeah? And how do you plan to beat me?”

Rosa remembered what Leo had told him, that he had wrestling blood in his veins, and that was why he was chosen to become the next Princess, even as embarrassing as that was. So, calming his beating heart and the self-conscious feeling of the dozens of eyes on him, he crouched, dipping low into a wrestling stance, his arms forward and spread, just like his grandfather taught him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young opossum man pull out his phone. The capybara employee reacted with surprise. “Hey, are you filming this!?” he hissed to the younger man.

“Yeah, dude. When are you ever going to see a guy in a schoolgirl outfit and pink panties wrestle a monster?” the opossum replied.

The capybara stared for a beat. “You’re right,” he said, taking out his own phone and holding it up to record the action, much to James’s chagrin.

“You’re serious, huh?” Black Breaker said, shaking his head. “Alright. But I’m not going to go easy on you, pretty boy.”

The monster lowered himself into his own stance, and the two stared at each other for a long moment. Rosa felt the tension on his bare body, his muscles tensed, ready to snap into action at any moment. He knew from experience that being a moment too slow could be the difference between countering your opponent or being pinned immediately.

“Remember your training, Princess, and don’t fight with shame,” Leo murmured into Rosa’s ear. “You need to defeat the monster, to alleviate the stress that the man beneath, Eric, is under. Nothing else matters.”

Rosa nodded. He stared down the hulking, naked, demonic beast before him, ignoring the massive penis and the rippling muscles that dwarfed even his own. He believed he could do this. “Grandfather, if you’re watching… lend me your strength,” he whispered to himself.

With a roar, Black Breaker charged.

He cleared the open space of the supermarket floor in only a couple bounds, and Rosa met him with his own charge, their bare chests colliding with a meaty smack! Muscle impacted against muscle, and the two men gripped each other, struggling for positioning. Rosa grit his teeth, feeling his chest press into the hippogriff’s, but also his crotch, which ground against the monster’s exposed manhood. But with Leo’s reminder in his ear, he fought on, thinking, remembering his technique. The monster’s center of gravity was higher than usual; perhaps he could unbalance his foe by –

WHAM!

Pain exploded through Rosa’s body, stars bursting across his vision, blinding him as the wind was knocked out of him, an intense agony crushing in his groin where Black Breaker had just kicked him. “Oh!” he squeaked out. “My balls…!"

Rosa stumbled back while Black Breaker laughed, gloating. “With how girly you look, I was surprised there was anything down there to smash! I would have put money on those panties being stuffed full of socks!”

While clutching his bruised groin, Rosa turned his head toward Leo. “What the hell? He can’t do that! That’s fighting dirty!” he complained.

Leo, wings still flapping, just shook his head, disappointed. “You’re wrestling a monster, not competing in a regulation match,” he complained. “So quit your bitching already and get back out there! Do you even have hair on those balls, or – well, I guess you don’t anymore,” Leo said with a smirk.

Rosa groaned to himself, managing to right his posture and face his opponent again. He started to think about how he would beat this monster now that he knew there were no rules, but Black Breaker didn’t give him any chance to rest. He charged at him again, managing to slip behind him as he hooked his arms underneath Rosa’s shoulders. “You’re way out of your league, Princess,” the monster breathed into his ear. “But I was impressed by what I felt in those panties of yours. Why don’t we get a closer look?”

“No, don’t!” Rosa pled, struggling against the monster’s grip on his arms, but he couldn’t move fast enough. All it took was for the monster to simply reach down, grab the band of his underwear, and yank down, the fabric tearing away easily.

Out flopped Rosa’s impressively big dick. Sure, it wasn’t the supernaturally monstrous appendage that the monster wielded between his legs, and it wasn’t quite as big as his grandfather’s famously big manhood, but he did inherit his grandpa’s genes one way or another, and his cock was only a little smaller by comparison. Not only did Rosa feel an immediate flood of embarrassed heat rush to his face over being exposed, naked, but even moreso because of how his hairless groin left his flaccid penis without anything to hide or cover it, only making it look bigger.

“Well damn,” Black Breaker said, impressed.

The possum’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit… the Princess is hung!” He made sure his phone was capturing every second of what was happening before him, holding it up with one hand, but his other couldn’t help but conspicuously drop to his own groin, pawing at it absentmindedly.

“Fuck, he really is,” the capybara agreed. “I wish I could have a dick that big. I doubt I’m even half that size…” He looked down, dismayed to see that even beneath his apron and slacks, he’d also managed to spring a thick, insistent boner.

Rosa had always been silently glad that he didn’t have a small penis, but now that he heard everyone’s comments around him, felt the eyes on him, appraising his large manhood, he wished desperately that it was smaller, that it could be normal-sized and unremarkable like most other men. “Hey! It’s – it’s not that big…!” he whined, squirming in Black Breaker’s grip.

The monster just laughed. “No use trying to hide that python now, Princess,” Black Breaker taunted him, leaning down to drag his beak and tongue up the side of Rosa’s neck, toward his ear. “Not that it’s going to do you any good. Too bad; a big dick like that is wasted on a faggot like you. But at least it’ll look real good bouncing around.”

Again, another rush of heat burned Rosa’s face just hearing that awful, dirty word. “What are you talking about?” he gasped.

With the monster’s free hand, Rosa jumped when he felt those fingers sink into his round, bubbly, muscular butt, squeezing him hard. “Mmm, you’ve got a nice ass, too. Let’s see how it feels.”

Suddenly, Rosa was lifted off the ground, the monster hooking his arms underneath Rosa’s knees. All at once, Rosa was hoisted up, folded in half, his thighs spread, knees brought up to his chest, his cock, balls, and asshole completely exposed. But his arms were still locked up, his head pinned by the monster, who had him locked in a standing full-nelson that Rosa didn’t even think was possible.

Panic flooded Rosa’s body. He couldn’t move. He was completely at Black Breaker’s mercy. He looked down to Leo at the monster’s feet desperately. “Leo! Do something!” he begged.

Leo didn’t react with any urgency. “You’ve got this, Princess! You’re wearing him down!”

Before Rosa could even ask what the hell he was talking about, he was interrupted by the prod of a huge, meaty flare against his asshole, precum oozing against his vulnerable opening. Rosa stiffened, his eyes widening as he realized what was about to happen, but he couldn’t even manage to beg the monster to stop before he thrust upward.

All at once, Rosa’s butt was split open by more than a foot of thick, meaty hippogriff dick.

“HOLY FUCK!” Rosa cried out, feeling his insides stuffed full, stretching obscenely to accommodate the monstrous length and girth of the cock impaling him. There was stinging, pain, but also a gut-wrenching pressure and intensity the likes of which Rosa had never felt before. He was glad that he had practiced with that big, meaty dildo he kept hidden under his bed so many times before. Rosa had worried often that someone would discover it and suspect he was gay, even considered getting rid of it, but now he knew it was all that was keeping him conscious as Black Breaker’s horsecock invaded him.

Rosa only managed to gulp down a couple of deep breaths, but the monster gave him no time to adjust. Black Breaker’s muscles bulged, holding his victim firmly in his arms and against his chest, and then his hips started to pump. He thrust upward, setting a fast, rough pace, shoving more of his cock deep into Rosa’s ass, fucking him brutally.

“Oh, god…! Oh, god!” Rosa wailed, trying to process the feeling of getting his ass pounded so hard, but he never could have prepared for the overwhelming cocktail of pain and pleasure he felt, of stretch and burning delight. His prostate buzzed, throbbing with delight, and he immediately felt his cock started to harden as well. His body bounced as Black Breaker’s cock slammed into him, his hips slapping his ass and his balls swinging beneath him, and with those vigorous motions, Rosa was forced to watch his erection grow, swinging wildly between his spread thighs, with nothing he could do to stop it.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the opossum said, zooming in on his phone to catch all the details of Rosa’s body, suspended and fucked hard, muscles gleaming with sweat under the fluorescent light, his manhood drooling precum and flinging it eagerly with the bouncing motions. “Hey, you work here, right? If I jerk off to this, are you gonna report me?” he asked to the capybara employee.

“One step ahead of you,” the capybara said, his pants already down around his ankles, his fist pumping beneath his apron as he watched, his eyes glued to the action in front of him, his own phone long forgotten.

“Nice,” the opossum said, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his own cock before starting to tug it quickly. “Hope the big monster makes the Princess cum,” he groaned, still recording with one hand and working his dick with the other.

Rosa could tell the opossum would get his wish. He could feel the pleasure building in his body; any pain he felt was quickly subsumed into the heat and buzz of the rough anal sex, and any will to resist had been sapped away. He could only whimper and groan, helpless to the huge, powerful monster having his way with his ass. “Nnng… fuck…! Oh my god, I think I’m gonna…!”

Black Breaker, through a grit beak, his own orgasm building, managed a grunting laugh. “Heh, just what I thought. You took me too easily not to have done this before. So why don’t you show these people what kind of faggot you are and cum for me, bitch? Milk my cock with your ass like the good little buttslut you are!”

“No, don’t!” Rosa gasped, crying out. “Don’t…! Don’t cum in me, I’m not…!” he protested, but there was no use. He couldn’t even finish the sentence before he felt a powerful clench in his balls, his prostate singing as Black Breaker fucked his ass with everything he had. He was starting to cum, with Black Breaker just moments behind him, and nothing he could do would stop it.

With a dual bellow of male pleasure, Rosa wailing as his eyes rolled upward and Black Breaker roaring in delight, the two came. Black Breaker shoved every last inch of his cock up Rosa’s stretched, abused asshole just as Rosa came harder than he ever had in his life. He could feel the molten blast of cum explode inside of his guts, filling him completely and oozing out of his hole around the monster’s cock, all while fireworks burst across his eyes, his limbs seizing and electric heat shooting through his veins while his cock throbbed in the open air, his balls firing rope after rope of his thick, pearly essence across the space before him, painting the supermarket tiles with his cum.

The onlookers watched in awe, unable to look away, feeling an unbidden arousal themselves. The opossum held his phone up, but his hand was working quicker and quicker on his cock. “Fuck, look at him cum… you close, too?” he asked his new friend.

“Yep, right on the edge…” the capybara confirmed. “Fuck…!” he groaned, his moan matched by the opossum as the two went over their own edges to the sight of Rosa’s rough, wild orgasm and domination right in front of them.

Rosa felt completely spent, sore and brutalized, defeated as Black Breaker finally released him from his grip. Both their bodies were hot and sweaty, and the monster was left breathing hard, trying to catch his breath as his cock slipped out Rosa’s ass, making the lion whimper as a deluge of cum flowed out of his gaping hole, adding to the streaks of his own cum beneath him. Rosa slumped to the floor, groaning as the monster stood triumphant above him.

“You know, Princess, you’re not a bad fuck,” Black Breaker laughed breathlessly. “That smooth little ass of yours was a good ride, and you make such cute noises when you’re cumming your brains out from my dick. Maybe I’ll get some sloppy seconds before I take everyone else here.”

Another rush of panic flooded Rosa. “What? Sloppy seconds? Wait!” he tried to beg.

Black Breaker pounced upon his prone form as Rosa turned around, facing him, trying to crawl backwards, but it was no use. The hippogriff beast was on him, grabbing his ankles, folding him again and spreading his thighs, leaning over him and angling him into a mating press position. Rosa’s own cock flopped nearly to his face in this position, his abused asshole more than loose and lubed enough to take the monster again. As Rosa felt the beast lining himself up for another round, stiffness building again with supernatural stamina in his massive horsecock, the monster leaned forward over him.

Leo had not fled, but was still beside Rosa, batting his face with a paw. “Princess! Remember what I told you!” he urged him.

Rosa’s mind raced, trying to remember all that Leo had said. It was difficult to think, however, as the monster leaned over him, the heat of his body overwhelming Rosa. Yet he didn’t plunge himself back into Rosa’s exposed, vulnerable ass again. Instead, his beak stroked against Rosa’s cheek, toward his ear, intimately, tauntingly.

“All I wanted was to take a break and get off…” he said, his dark, husky voice almost a whisper. “Now look what they made me do. I can’t stop. I’m so fucking horny…”

A guttural groan was forced from Rosa’s throat as Black Breaker split him open again with a brutal downward thrust into his ass, the store filled with a lewd, wet squelch of flesh and cum. “Ohhh, shit…!” Once again, Black Breaker stared to fuck his brains out, pounding him with powerful thrusts, his hips smacking into his soft, smooth ass with mind-blowing pleasure and force.

The opossum was scrambling to pull his phone out again after putting away his flaccid cock. “Oh damn, round two,” he said before realizing that the capybara was still pantsless, jerking off again. “Dude, you’re still going at it?” he said.

“I can’t help it. Look at that. That’s better than porn!” the capybara said, gesturing to the action with his free hand while his other worked quickly beneath the apron.

The opossum watched for a moment, seeing the flexing muscles, the shiny, cum-slicked cock pounding into that tight pink hole, listening to the lewd sounds, the husky grunts, and the slutty moans coming from the men. “Yeah, you’re right,” the opossum agreed, reaching back down to undo his jeans and pull his cock out for another round, jerking himself back to hardness as he watched.

Rosa didn’t know how much more he could take as he looked up at the powerful, rage-filled monster above him, the beast that looked like the nice young man he’d met, the fan of his grandfather, but was something worse, something brutal and dangerous. He didn’t know what he could do, and he felt like he had utterly failed in his wish to be stronger, to help people. He didn’t feel stronger. He felt like a total bitch. And the worst part was that it felt good. Already, his cock was stiffening again, his own stamina seemingly enhanced by his transformation as well.

“Yeah,” Black Breaker gloated above him, his hips thrusting, drilling into Rosa’s prostate, making him whimper and his eyes roll with pleasure. “Yeah, you love this, don’t you, bitch? You love being my little cumdump. I can see it in your eyes.”

“No…” Rosa exhaled, but the protest was weak, and the pleasure immense. It felt so good. It felt so good to be overpowered, dominated, taking a man up his ass, getting broken and fucked by a powerful stud, made to feel small and helpless and feminine. Rosa’s cock was rock hard again in a matter of moments, drooling precum as he watched the monster’s dick drill him with such force.

“Oh, yes,” Black Breaker grunted. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I love it, too. Love this perfect ass of yours.”

Black Breaker surprised Rosa when he leaned down to kiss him. Rosa had never kissed a beak before, but the awkwardness of lacking lips was quickly overcome when he felt the monster’s tongue invading his mouth. Yet Rosa could only moan back, making out with him, wrapping his arms around the monster’s muscular neck and shoulders. “Mmmff…” He knew he should fight back, he knew he shouldn’t suck on Black Breaker’s tongue, flick it with his own, or dig his fingers into that muscular back and feel such a powerful thrill as that massive dick pounded him from above, but he couldn’t help himself. Just for a moment, he’d give in to this weakness, this dark urge inside of him, and then he’d muster the will to fight. Just a little longer…

But before Black Breaker could fuck him to another mutual climax, a voice interrupted them. “You… monster!”

The two screwing men stopped, turning their heads to see the naked, chubby gorilla pointing at them. He managed to cover his crotch with the shredded remains of his pants, but he was almost more concerned with continuing to berate Eric.

“You think that forcing yourself on others proves your strength? It only proves I was right all along!” he insisted. “You’re nothing but a pervert! A freak! I was always right about you! You’ve always been a horrible, disgusting beast! Barely even a person! A good-for-nothing mindless animal who can only think about corrupting people with your sick sexual desires! You never had any future, any worth! This is all you are! All you’ll ever be!” The gorilla was incensed, fueled with a righteous fury, his face flushed, but he couldn’t stop his ranting. Even Rosa felt a sting in his heart from the sheer venom of the words.

“Shut up!” Black Breaker bellowed. Rosa exhaled as he was left suddenly vacant, his body feeling hollow as the monster pulled his massive erection of him with a sucking slurp, the horsecock now throbbing with unmet need before him as he whirled around on his former boss. But Rosa could see there was more than cocky defiance on the monster’s face. There was anger. Pain, even.

All at once, Rosa understood.

“You’re the monster here!” he said. All eyes turned, shocked to see the pink-clad man-princess wobbling as he rose to his feet, yet his voice was firm with conviction. Rosa struggled, his ass still leaking, but he managed to stand and stride over to the gorilla, past the monster, jabbing a finger into the naked man’s chest. “I saw Eric before all this! He didn’t do anything wrong! And I saw you humiliating him in front of everyone! You’re the reason he turned into this! Your heartlessness, your cruelty, is the only thing that’s monstrous here!”

The gorilla folded his arms over his bare chest, briefly exposing his small, plump, flaccid cock. “Right, like I’m going to listen to the crossdressing pervert about any of this! You’re just as much of a sexual deviant as he is! Your parents must be ashamed!” he said before quickly realizing he had exposed himself, clutching his torn garments to his crotch again.

Rosa felt another surge of heat flood his face, shock and embarrassment flooding his veins. He acted without thinking. He cocked a fist back and punched the gorilla across the face with a loud smack. The man fell instantly to the floor with a grunt, leaving Rosa’s knuckles tingling.

“Nice!” Leo nodded with approval. “That sure shut that windbag up!”

When Rosa turned around, Black Breaker was staring in shock, but he quickly shook it off. “This doesn’t change anything,” he said, clearly affected by what had happened, but still shuddering with power, with unnatural lust and need to conquer. “You can’t save me. You can’t defeat me. You don’t have the strength.”

“Don’t I?” Rosa said. He felt confidence brimming in his chest, a renewed sense of purpose filling him, even as his asshole tingled. He faced the monster head-on, holding his head up, his fists on his hips proudly, even displaying his half-hard cock without shame. “I’ve still got plenty of fight left in me, but you’re looking tired after fucking me so hard. Still think you can take me? Or maybe you want to finish that second round first?” he taunted, even waggling his hips, making his big dick swing to emphasize his words and his smirk.

Black Breaker growled, his cock throbbing harder and harder. “You won’t be able to walk straight for a week after I’m done with your ass!” he roared, charging at Rosa again.

But Rosa was ready this time. He sunk into his wrestling stance, remembering what his grandfather had taught him, and all the matches he had seen over the years.

Again, their bodies collided with a meaty, sweaty smack, chest to chest, muscles bulging against muscles as they grappled. Rosa grabbed the monster’s wrists reaching for him, twisting sideways, yanking one behind Rosa’s back while the other twisted behind Black Breaker’s head, shoving him forward.

Black Breaker’s face planted directly into Rosa’s sweaty, hairless pit, unable to move, his center of gravity keeping his legs trapped beneath him, unable to stand up, his joints locked in place. The pin was an elegant pose, Rosa standing tall, looking like he was commanding a dancing partner and forcing his opponent into a humiliating position, yet it was one both knew all too well: the pit locker.

“No! No!” Black Breaker grunted, struggled, but despite his bulging muscles, there was nothing he could do as Rosa’s own powerful body held him, looking effortless with his immense strength rippling visibly throughout his form.

Leo slid into view. “One!” he said, slapping a paw onto the cum-splattered floor beneath them.

Black Breaker tried to twist, clenching his beak and hissing with effort. Rosa didn’t budge an inch.

“Two!”

“Fuck!” Black Breaker cursed, his back arching, feet kicking, trying to find any angle, any give, but the strange position wouldn’t even allow him to twist outside of Rosa’s pit. For a moment, Rosa worried that Black Breaker would overpower him, but then he realized that he couldn’t. The monster couldn’t summon all of his strength. He was tired, worn out from the sex, but also his will was broken. He couldn’t bring himself to use his full power against the man who had stood up for him, even in his current form.

“Three!” Leo announced.

“NOOOOO!!!” Black Breaker roared, his voice a hellish wail of defeat. Rosa released him, and the monster stumbled backward, his cock growing flaccid, swinging between his legs as he clutched his body. Rosa could see the power seeping out of him, his muscles starting to shrivel, the color of Eric’s feathers returning to his body. Slowly, the monster faded, and all that was left was Eric, the naked hippogriff, looking dazed.

“Oh, right on,” the opossum said, putting his phone away at last when it looked like it was all over.

The capybara gave a frustrated groan, releasing his cock. “Good for him and all, glad that it’s over, but I didn’t get to cum again, and I’m still horny!”

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Me too, bummer,” the other replied. The opossum thought for a moment. “We could always get stoned and give each other handjobs in my car?”

The capybara thought for a moment. “Yeah. My boss probably isn’t going to say anything after this. Let’s go.”

As the two made their exit, some of the other onlookers instead rose from their hiding places, watching to see if it was really over. When Eric collapsed, unconscious, they started to applaud. Rosa stood proudly, looking around at all the people he had saved, feeling a light flutter in his chest.

It only lasted for a moment. “Princess… you’re still naked,” Leo reminded him with a quiet bat at his ankle.

“Shit!” Rosa said, looking down at his cock. He scrambled to find his panties before racing out of the store. “Coming through! You’re welcome!” he called to them as he bolted, kicking a leg up in the air to try and slip the embarrassing thong back on before he could find a hidden place to change back to normal.

The parking lot wouldn’t do; not with that stoner possum and the capybara making out and jerking each other off in a car just outside the store.

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“Gentlemen, this first meeting of the Changeling Council has come to order. I am President Graham Kellogg. It’s a pleasure to meet you all for the first time in person.”

The voice was smooth, handsome, belonging to a polished unicorn man, his white coat pristine as his dark suit, his silver mane flashing like his dark eyes behind his thick, horn-rimmed glasses. He sat at the head of a sleek, obsidian conference table in a shadowy room, barely illuminated by a light overhead, but the silhouettes of nine other figures were situated around the table beside him.

He continued, taking his seat. “We have all come here today for one reason: we have all experienced transformations, turning into dark monsters. My investigation into these matters revealed the existence of wondrous and impossible things, such as the existence of magic, the hidden Fairy Kingdom of Dorado, and the dark monsters that we became, called changelings.” He let a beat hang in the air. “As changelings, we have a shared mission to accomplish. It appears the public is not yet fully aware of us and our presence, but they will be soon.”

Another, higher male voice spoke from the shadows. “So where do we start?”

“A person transformed into a changeling, but his form was weaker, less controlled. Not like us at all, we changeling princes,” the unicorn answered. “However, there was another person, wielding some other kind of supernatural power, who managed to defeat the changeling before fleeing.”

A husky voice sounded from the other side of the table. “Should we attempt to seize the two of them? Harness their power?”

“No need,” the unicorn replied calmly. “These events will continue. The changeling transformed into a monster due to a large amount of stress, both emotional and sexual. As people continue to lose money on betting markets, the stock market, and rising expenses without wage increases, they will experience greater amounts of life stress. And of course, as various governments and financial institutions work to ensure that pornographic material is banned or limited, people will grow more sexually frustrated as well. It is not difficult at all to guarantee we will have another transformation soon.”

“So… what about the other one, then?” a breather voice, almost like a humming whisper, asked.

Graham nodded. “We believe this person may appear again to stop them. We will need to work diligently to find a way to stop them before they can interfere with our plans.”

“So what do we know about them?” a smooth, confident woman’s voice said. “It sounds like there was some kind of street fight. How can we learn anything from that?”

“We’ve located social media posts from eyewitnesses who were present for the event,” Graham answered smoothly. “Apparently one young man described the battle as, ‘One dude fucking the other dude’s brains out.’ It appears that the battle was extremely intense,” the unicorn said solemnly. “We also have security camera footage from the PriceJack Mart where the event occurred. Let’s watch now and observe, and I think we may be able to learn much.”

In front of him, a huge display screen flared to life, and all heads turned. Security camera footage, captured from overhead, played in clear detail with the timestamp running in the corner. Immediately, all eyes widened as they saw the hippogriff monster, Black Breaker, pinning a muscular, effeminate lion man into a brutal, suspended full-nelson, his hips pumping as he fucked the lion’s ass brutally.

_ “Nnng… fuck…! Oh my god, I think I’m gonna…!”_

_ “Heh, just what I thought. You took me too easily not to have done this before. So why don’t you show these people what kind of faggot you are and cum for me, bitch? Milk my cock with your ass like the good little buttslut you are!”_

The princes could only stare, wide-eyed and dumbstruck. The sound of ten soft thuds, like something hitting the underside of the table in front of each of them, sounded through the room, mixing with the manly grunts, wailing cries, and the sounds of hardcore, sloppy sex as the two men on screen approached orgasm.

The unicorn cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. His eyes flicked downward before he scooted closer to the table and spoke. “Ah, well… it appears the young man’s social media post was… literal,” he said.

“You can say that again,” a hot, breathy voice agreed.

“Gentlemen, I think this is exactly what we’re looking for,” Graham told them, pausing the footage on the frame of the lion’s blissed-out face as his cock shot a thick rope of cum through the air, his ass stretched to its limit by the massive cock beneath him, cumming inside of him. “This is no ordinary bystander. What we’re looking at is the face of the new Fairy Princess of Dorado…” he said, gesturing to the O-face of the lion on screen.

A deep, rumbly voice spoke up after a beat. “Uh, sir…? That’s a dude.”

“It doesn’t matter, this is the warrior blessed by the magic of the Fairy King, Alfa Leonis, to battle the changelings!” Graham asserted. “This is the one we must defeat.”

Another, older voice spoke. “But this young man, dressed like some kind of stripper, this Fairy Princess… He won,” he said as the clip drew to a conclusion, showing the lion standing tall as the hippogriff man returned to normal. “If he could defeat this monster, it’s likely he’ll be able to beat others, no?”

The unicorn tilted his head, considering the words. “You’re right… Ordinary changelings may not be strong enough to handle his… powerful techniques,” he said, noting the monster’s own orgasmic expression as he fucked the lion’s tight, smooth, tempting ass. Then, he smirked, rubbing his smooth chin. “Perhaps we’ll have to thumb the scale. Send someone stronger to challenge him. If we can beat him, then there will be nothing standing in our way.” Graham’s smirk grew bigger as he rapped his knuckles on the desk. “And if we can unmask him… then we can discover his true weaknesses, really make him work for us,” the unicorn said, lifting his head. “But we need to send a heavy-hitter. Not just an average supermarket clerk. Someone who knows how to fight. How to wrestle.”

“I’ll do it.”

The unicorn turned to the deep, powerful voice that sounded. “Ah. Holden Drake, was it? What makes you think you’ll be able to challenge our hairless hero?”

A huge, bulky dragon man, sinuous in appearance with his east-Asian form, with azure scales, a bushy, white, beard-like mane with two long whiskers that framed his face, and dark, crooked horns stepped into view, his muscles straining underneath his plain gray suit. “Let’s just say I’m a wrestling fan,” he said. He cracked his knuckles for emphasis.

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James was left gasping, breathless, as he shut the door to his apartment behind him. He’d managed to transform back into his original form, and thankfully he wasn’t left naked when he did, but his heart was still racing from the excitement of it all. He almost felt like it was all a strange dream, except his ass still tingled and ached from the sex. And of course, Leo was still following him.

“You did well for your first match, Princess,” he said.

“Can you not call me that? At least when I’m not wearing pink? It’s James!” he insisted. “And you called that a good match? I got fucked in the ass until I came! It was humiliating!”

James stomped through his meager apartment as Leo floated behind him. “Yes, it was good form. How else are you supposed to tire out those big, horny monsters?”

With a look of utter shock, James whirled around on the floating fairy lion. “What!? Are you saying – are you saying that’s going to happen again?” He immediately started to pace, waving his arms wildly. “No! No way! I’m not letting myself get fucked like that again! And in front of so many people…!”

“But you enjoyed it,” Leo said simply.

James’s face burned with red-hot embarrassment. He didn’t reply.

Instead, he simply stormed toward his bedroom. He could hardly look at the bed, knowing about the big, pink, rubber dick that was hiding beneath it. Rather, he turned to a small table in the corner, a bright vanity painted with flowers along the edge. Normally he used it to straighten his ties, but he reached into the drawer to open it. Inside were several candles and a stand for them, and then an image of his grandfather. Yes, it was a pristine, physical copy of PrideStuds Magazine, showing his grandfather naked, but James recalled that, shortly before he passed, he admitted a bit sheepishly to James that it was his favorite photo he’d ever taken, and he always wished a fan would ask him to sign it. James couldn’t bring himself to feel shame as he set it up on the vanity, along with the candles, and solemnly, quietly lit them. If it was Papi Arnoldo’s favorite photo, then that was the one James wanted to remember him by, hairy chest, oiled muscles, and huge swinging dick and all.

Leo simply watched, silently, as James bowed his head in quiet reflection. He thanked his grandfather for watching over him. He thought about how he missed him, and how he wished he was here to guide him. He even wished that his grandpa could have seen him use the pit locker, knowing that he would have loved it.

After several long moments, James felt Leo’s wing on his shoulder. “He would be proud,” he said. James nodded, and for a moment, the two stared at the big, older, hung lion man before them.

Then a bolt from the blue struck James.

“Fuck, I forgot the milk and eggs!”

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By Monday, it was almost like everything that happened at the supermarket was one big dream. If James didn’t have Leo hiding in his laptop bag as he headed into work, he would have no doubt convinced himself that he’d hallucinated all of it.

As he walked into the building, he patted the bag, bulging conspicuously as Leo wriggled around. “Hey, hold still,” he grumbled under his breath. “You’re lucky I even agreed to bring you along.”

“Someone has to keep an eye on you, and make sure you stay in shape. No donuts from the break room!” Leo replied, his voice muffled from within the bag.

James greeted his coworkers as he headed up to his office in the CubeCo building. He knew it was going to be a busy week; they had the File Corp’s new downtown office space to design, not to mention a potential new contract with ScamBets that made James nervous. But he greeted his coworkers in his usual way before someone gave him pause.

“Eric?” he said, stopping in his tracks. He was sure it was him; he’d remember that face from the supermarket anywhere, even though he was now dressed in a simple button shirt and tie, worn just a little too loose.

“Hey! It’s you!” Eric replied. “You’re Big Papa’s grandson! Wow, what are the odds?” he said, his face lighting up, glad to see James.

“What are you doing here? I saw you get fired before all that… weird stuff went down,” James said, his face flushing, not sure how to cover his involvement and hoping that Eric didn’t detect his lying.

“Oh, yeah…” Eric said sheepishly himself, rubbing the back of his head. “I don’t know what happened to me, but yeah, turns out that turning into a big horny monster gets you fired from most places,” he said with embarrassment. “I thought I was going to be homeless, but your boss actually reached out to me to offer me the job. It was really lucky, too!”

“He did?” James asked, raising a brow. “Wow, that is lucky!” he said. James felt excited, his heart picking up a little bit. It was a bit awkward to have Eric here when he knew his family history, but James also knew that he was attracted to his grandfather, and somehow that made things easier. If there was anyone at this office who wasn’t going to judge him for the things on his phone or his relationship to Big Papa, it would be this nice young hippogriff man. It didn’t hurt that he was so handsome too.

James was forcing himself not to think about the giant boner he’d seen in Eric’s trousers, or how hard he came from being fucked by Black Breaker when he was mercifully interrupted. “Ah, Mr. Montoya, I see you’ve met our new employee, Mr. McDonnel,” James’s boss said as he approached from around the corner, patting Eric on the back.

James nodded. “Yeah, good morning, Mr. Kellogg,” he said, turning to his boss. “We’ve um… actually met before.”

The tall, clean-shaved unicorn tilted his head, his eyes glinting behind his horn-rimmed glasses. “Have you now? Well, what a pleasant coincidence. I suppose I can trust you to show him around then?”

“Yes, sir! Definitely!” James agreed. Eric looked pleased at James’s quick acceptance as well.

“Very well. I’ll leave you to it. Your cubicles should be next to each other. I know you’ll… what’s that wrestling phrase?” Mr. Kellogg said. “’Show him the ropes?’”

Eric’s face lit up. “Oh! Do you like wrestling too, Mr. Kellogg?” he asked.

“You could say I’m becoming one,” the unicorn answered cryptically, turning to walk away from the two men, leaving James staring after him, bewildered.