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I was once an otter, David reflected to himself while slamming his hips tight against the flat, smooth-skinned ass of the dolphin in front of him.Not just any otter. A weakling bitch of an otter! Funny how the tables have turned...

Quite a wardrobe change he had undergone, casting off his twinkish always-bottom former self in favor of this colossal hunk of a tiger. The beefiness and muscularity, the way the sinew rippled under the orange and black-striped fur... it had seemed attractive back when he was still a rudder-tailed little sub. Way, way back... fifteen minutes ago or so.

Fifteen minutes...? Hah, was it really so little time? Well, the night was young, and his plan for claiming what he saw as the grand prize was just getting started. It had been_so_tempting to get distracted on ogling and enjoying himself. Thanks to this body and brain that his consciousness had been swapped into, he hadn't felt much of an afterglow at all. Quite to the contrary, he had pulled his big cock straight out of what had been his own ottery ass just moments prior. While the man who used to be the tiger moaned aloud and leaked the deposited torrent of seed, David had instead felt like going for a naked run through the night, or going down to the barroom and just drinking for hours with the kind of alcohol tolerance he felt sure such a well-conditioned body could muster. He felt so hot and alive!

But, priorities. Even the tense and predatory nerves of this glorious body weren't going to stop him from getting to the dragon who owned the place, and whose magic controlled this monthly event.

All he needed to focus on right now was getting this dolphin to cum with him. No easy task, as the guy had a hair trigger. David already seen that in action during the initial orgy, and as well as he could tell, the 'phin hadn't managed to swap with anybody yet due to their orgasms being too far apart. Perhaps that had been intentional, but regardless...

"Cum with me, little dolphin~" David growled as he very slowly stroked at the base of the tapered shaft while jackhammering the smooth rear. "I bet you can't last, can you? Even if you really try..."

"Heh... who says I wanna last? You're gonna blow too, stud. You wanna give up that body for this little old one?"

"Who says I don't?" growled David -- and hilted into the dolphin before letting loose his load. Ahh, it was so easy, so proud, and so strong... the orgasm coursing through him, showering his brain with the bliss of fulfilled dominance. Such an addicting feeling, a powerful feeling...

A feeling which David knew he would shortly be leaving behind, as easily as he had taken it up.

"Cum, mammal-fish," teased the tiger as he jerked the 'phin's shaft, to the rising sounds of a losing struggle against arousal. "Give it up... give me that body..."

"Ahh yeah... give me yours, big guy!!"

A pump-powered water gun's force of semen blasted from within the dolphin and showered the carpet of the corridor. From behind them, the current occupant of David's original body cheered at their climax. David had no idea whether or not the current occupant was still the one he had swapped with, and he didn't care. David was a man on a mission, or at least, a_soul_ on a mission... and the dolphin's ejaculation starting within thirty seconds of his own had just sealed their swap. He felt the walls of the strong swimmer's rear clenching around him till the very last, until his sensations fuzzed out and a moment of unconsciousness overtook him.

* * *

David had prepared himself, as well as he knew how, for the mental changes that accompanied these swaps... but the dolphin's flavor of thinking and perceiving still managed to blindside him.

Gods, everything just felt more fun now. Everything was so much more interesting! And as for that spritzing, water-gun orgasm he had just produced -- why, it wasn't so much as a speedbump in slowing him down! The tiger on top of him was deeply embracing the sensuousness of_his_ stud-gasm, but David no longer felt so engrossed by that in particular. Just a careful wiggling, a few good flexes of the butt in the right way... and he would be free!

"Where ya goin' cutie?" growled the tiger. "I'll be wanting a round two..."

It sounded non-negotiable and coercive. So that was what the soul of a horny male dolphin sounded like when suddenly connected to the body and brain of a dom-focused tiger.

Scary. Sexy. Hot!

David could easily entertain the idea of staying to play more. His tail flopped against the man's chest as he pulled off -- the tiger was still too deep in the throes to really stop him. It'd be fun getting tangled up with a few hours with such a hunk... and it was simply a fact that needed to be faced: it would_take_ a few hours of repeated climaxes to really satisfy the dolphin anyway...

David squeaked in annoyance as he finally managed to haul his thoughts out of their_Screw continuously and without question_ mantra and into a more focused Screw the right person very hard! He didn't know if it was a trait of the whole species or just this specimen in particular, but that was_the best_ he could do for self-control in this body right now. Sex was absolutely going to be the focus.

"You're really fun. I hope you have a great time in that body!" David said back in a perky, squeaky voice before darting off towards a quiet corner in order to compose himself again.

With a groan, David flexed his groin muscles and pulled his tapered cock back into his slit with instinctive ease. He felt unsteady on his feet compared to both of his previous two forms, but he didn't feel unsteady in the mind or in the bedroom. No, everything was going to line up just perfectly: he could hear everyone in the place, and could almost_sense_ just how eager they all were for more fun.

And he needed to ensure the fun of one cutie in particular. One_cutie_ of a canid who would put him a step closer to Teryx, the storm dragon who owned the place and whose magic made this monthly swap night possible.That was David's goal. Unlike some people here, he was playing to win.

Chortling to himself, David stomped and flopped his way toward the middle of the barroom, hoping that a certain great guy hadn't yet gotten flipped with anybody troublesome.

* * *

"Oh dear. Phin friend, have you still not managed to swap with anybody yet?" pondered the golden jackal, who had stylized his face with black, blue, and golden Anubis-themed facepaint for the occasion.

The handsome canine had been lingering in the other corner of the place, in a booth set within an alcove without lighting. He had kept to himself for most of the party. There was a certain quietness to him which had caught David's attention since earlier, and David had wondered if the jackal was just a loner by nature, or if he had perhaps been feeling down. As far as he could tell, the jackal had not yet participated in any of the sex happening all around them, and hence hadn't swapped with anyone.

Either way, David had been quite curious to get to know the canid, one way or another...

"What do you think?" squawked David.

The jackal gave a small smile. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then replied, "Mmm, you just need someone who'll take it slow for you. Why don't you let me help?" He stood from his booth as he asked this, and slinked into the low but more present light of the barroom's edge.

"Ahh, I don't wanna impose..."

The jackal, whose breath indicated he already had a few stiff drinks in him, was now approaching stiffly. Well, his posture wasn't stiff; his posture was amorous. But something down below certainly was. "Lean back and let me help you, dear dolphin. I insist."

The pinkening of David's slit area was visible even in the low light of the barroom. He had expected to be the one needing to coax the jackal into joining him in climax; the jackal taking the initiative instead was certainly a welcome surprise!

David couldn't help but wonder if the drinks had perhaps lowered the wall the canid had built around himself. It would be good for the jackal, David thought as his own tapered glans emerged from the slit. A dose of healthy cetacean optimism was just what the canine needed! A few minutes in this fun 'phin body would be helpful in getting him to lighten up and release any accumulating stress.

The jackal licked his lips, staring down at the fully-emerged dolphin cock. "Well, well. You certainly seem up for the idea. I'll make you feel real good, I promise."

"I have no doubt you will!" chirped David, eyeing the thick jackal rod protruding from the canid's groin. The jackal was well-endowed, and David was quite excited at the chance to feel what it was like to sport a canine dick once they were done here. He was quite intrigued by those bulbous knots canines always had...

"Here, just relax a little, okay?" The jackal grabbed around David's body. The canine was gentle with his grip, though there was a certain strength to it which felt very reassuring, in a way which reaffirmed to David that he was in good hands.

"Lean back on this chair," instructed the jackal, lightly pushing David down to plop on one of the metal folding chairs of extra seating which had been arranged by the wall at the back of the place. None of them were currently occupied, due to so many of the partygoers enjoying themselves wherever and whenever they pleased. Indeed, none of them had been occupied at all since just moments after Teryx had cast the magic that enabled this collective body-swapping party to work as it did.

Phin-brained as he was, David supposed it was about time for these plain little chairs to see some action.

David reclined at an angle, his dorsal fin pressing slightly against the back of the chair. The jackal leaned over him, bending slightly to lick at David's snout a little before pushing his own shaft against the dolphin's. David's blubbery form felt not at all bothered by the coolness of the metal, and if anything it was a pleasurable contrast to the heat of the jackal's presented member.

"I'll just frot, so that I won't knot you, okay?" the jackal said. "You'll be able to go and have fun with someone else immediately after. I hope my body will be most enjoyable for you."

"I'm sure it will be, and I'm not gonna wait to find out! I will enjoy it right now with you, and afterwards_as_ you! You make sure you go out there and enjoy this dolphin body too, ya hear?"

The jackal smiled again. "We'll see. Let's begin."

"Seems like you've already begun," David teased.

"Mm, why don't you teach me what 'prehensile' means," the jackal teased back.

"It means I'm flexible enough to make you feel real, real good," replied David. It was somehow second nature to his body to also tilt the tip of his cock into a grabby, hook-like curve in response to what the jackal was saying, at which point David pulled his hips backward and rubbed the tip against the jackal's base, tugging it in closer with as much force as a few fingers from a hand.

The jackal's knot spontaneously inflated at this, prompting a loud groan from the standing male. "Hey, maybe teach me a little slower, you little devil..."

"Someone else has a hair trigger at his base."

"Mm, you know me well..."

The jackal pressed downward now, causing the dolphin shaft to slide free of the knot and play instead against the length of the canine shaft. A lovely, veiny rocket, already looking so ready for launch... David could just imagine how cool it would feel for both of them when they came. Two talkers... two sweet talkers, it was so cute to think about the two of them together. He wanted to laugh, even as he rubbed and grinded with the jackal... and then the laughter arrived: phinny, cackling laughter that David almost couldn't stop. It felt so good... cock on cock, sharp-witted male on sharp-witted male. Just two peers who couldn't hold their seed back if the right buttons got pushed... two peers helping each other out, building it up and up and up...

David moaned. In his present body, he now felt certain that being edged as a phin was the best thing in the known universe. His shaft was already throbbing and heated and tingling... so close to just giving up that next load his body was churning together. If the jackal would let up a little and stop controlling the pace so darn skillfully, it'd be so easy to just... mmm... and then mhhh... and then mrarraaaa...

A loud puff of air escaped David's blowhole before he took a long, deep draw of air. He could feel the jackal's heartbeat through their most intimate of skin-to-skin contact, and that by itself was doing plenty to drive him wild. Then there were the strong, confidently nurturing arms... the way that sexy voice encouraged him and made it clear they could cum together...

Then, something happened. Something transported David's thoughts from pleasure onto something else entirely. He heard the clinking of two large glasses from the front of the room, by the bar. He glanced past the jackal, and in the briefest moments noticed the bear bartender working the counter, currently with his back to the two of them as he mixed drinks for a short line of excited people who had no doubt just gotten into new bodies that they could now try making drunk.

The bartender.

Oh no...

A terrible thought was intruding upon David's mind: the bear bartender,that guy was essential to David's plan for getting to Teryx. If the bartender saw the two of them doing this, he might suspect Mr. Jackal-cock here of being_not himself_ by the time David would be ready to approach the bear and propose sex, which might hurt the odds of success.

It was a random, self-confrontational worry which exposed a part of David's plan that he genuinely had failed to think through, even from the beginning. He knew the bartender and the jackal were very good friends, and had also noticed the 'phin and the jackal hitting it off well during the pre-party... so he had thought that if he could just get into the phin, and afterwards into the jackal, he could then seduce the bear, and then go into the club's upstairs offices to attempt bedding Teryx in a more private and vulnerable setting...

Well, it was lucky the jackal hadn't yet swapped with anyone, David decided, while once again becoming aware of just how loudly his cock was screaming at him about the importance of covering the nearest wall, face, or belly with seed. It was not particularly picky about which.

"Mmm, so how is it, my dear phin?" the jackal inquired, now nearly breathless himself.

Trying his best to look like his distracted expression had been no more than pleasure sending his mind into spaced-out directions, David flexed his cock against the jackal's and patted the very tip against the jackal's own.

Then, in the midst of a near-climactic moan, David said, "Mmm...darker..."

"I like that word," agreed the jackal, his own pleasure fast on the rise as he squeezed at his knot to help it all build. "What do you want darker?"

"Mmm... less light... back to your booth. Your booth was nice..."

David pushed upward, and the jackal reacted to the movement with graceful ease, dancing slowly back over to the booth and into the blackness of its shadows while their cocks remained throbbing and needy against one another. Once again the jackal ended on top, with the phin sitting down, but both were out of likely eyesight of the bartender, which was all that David currently feared for.

"Dark enough for you?"

"Mm... jackal darkness... I need it so bad..."

David barely knew what he was saying, but he could tell from the jackal's quickening breaths that it was striking a chord in his partner.

"Yes, deep and sexy shadows, like the bottom of an ocean... it's only natural."

"Please..." moaned David. "I'm right there..."

"Hrr, so am I... you see now how easy it is with someone who cares."

"Ahh... s-slow down, I'm gonna..."

"Yes, you're gonna. And we're gonna..."

David let out a shrill and most unbecoming sound which he would've been embarrassed if he ever made as an otter.

Right now, he didn't give a single care.

He took a load off, all over the jackal's chest... and the jackal joined him in kind.

Their spirits swapped in the shadows, and the jackal's dose of phinny fun was soon to begin.

* * *

"Heheheh, you have fun now, stud," was the last and only sentence David heard the newly minted phin say to him as he opened his eyes within his ever-so-gently inebriated jackal body.

The level of alcohol tolerance on this guy was already a surprise -- David didn't feel uncoordinated at all as he stood from the booth and waited for the knot to drift back into its sheath. A little shaky-kneed, perhaps, but that likely had more to do with the emission of certain fluids than the consumption of others.

Still, he felt a little thirsty... not for alcohol anymore, but for some water, as well as for some more understanding of this form. Something about it felt so tingly and nice and eminently fascinating... and besides, it would be good to make himself scarce for cleanup before attempting the next phase of his plan... the exact details of which were momentarily escaping him.

So, for now, to the washroom he went!

After a bit of freshening up, David took his time staring at the wall mirror in the gents, admiring his new jackal form. His fur was just... so...soft! It was different from the short, prickly fur of his otter body, as well as the bristly texture of the tiger form he had briefly experienced a couple of orgasms ago. The canine fluff was so thick and matted, and it felt good to just rub at them continuously for a while.

He twisted his body this way and that, surveying the masculine curves around his chest and waist, before eyeing his long and fairly bushy tail, giving it a couple of test wags.

What an odd and delightful thing, his tail. It felt good to swish it around like an eager dog, and yet it didn't feel exactly right. Perhaps the jackal's original occupant wasn't much of an excitable sort. Nonetheless, it remained an interesting experience to feel it swaying behind him -- so very different from his usual rudder-tailed otter self, the thin but long one of the tiger's, or the powerful and sleek 'phin appendage.

A sudden moan caused his ears to twitch, and David briefly pondered the sensitivity and sharpness of his new senses before diverting his attention towards the source of the sound.

There came another low moan from one of the cubicles behind him, followed by a slippery, wet sound... David tilted his muzzle upwards and sniffed the air.

... Yep, that was sex all right. Perhaps his excitement at exploring his new form had made him oblivious to it earlier, or maybe the couple in the cubicle were nearing the peak and emitting more of their pheromones and musk now.

Either way, David's once-again-sensitive nose was presenting his mind with all of the chemical details of the encounter. It only now occurred to him just how scent-blind the dolphin's body had been... and it seemed strange in hindsight that it had seemed so natural and common for scents to be basically_absent_ while he experienced the world through it.

His mind kept chewing on that topic slowly and methodically... this jackal had been quite a self-reflective thinker, David realized: a man quite interested in figuring himself out, and in using that understanding to increase his enjoyment of life. Yet, too, the jackal was a sad man as well, for knowing more about himself did not necessarily bring happiness after all. Ah, the painful dichotomies of life.

The smells of sex intensified, and David's still-inebriated brain lost track of what it had been thinking about. So many sexy smells and sounds... so much fun being had in this place tonight...

The idea of someone getting it on just right behind him was quite arousing to David, and it reminded him of his urge to seek another man soon. But that was for later; he wasn't done examining himself yet!

David turned back towards the mirror and tentatively reached a hand up to touch his long ears, feeling the way they twitch at the lightest sensations. He then leaned forward and gazed into the blue eyes staring back at him. The jackal had a handsome face all right, and the paint he had applied to himself made it all the more majestic and grand.

It felt a little odd, though, that the jackal would have gone to great lengths to fashion himself like this, and yet still keep to himself for most of the party. David would have expected the canid to be an outgoing, sociable type based on the paint alone. Did something happen to have lowered the jackal's spirits for the night? How curious indeed.

He was sure the canine's memory and knowledge would have jostled into him if he pondered longer about it, but there was simply no time to dwell on the jackal's mysterious nature. He had to move on, or his plan would fall apart. He needed to go see his dear friend Ricky, the bear who tended the bar.

A moment of humor overcame him as his hedonism and ambition fell into alignment with one another. David pulled his face back away from the mirror and straightened up. He had done a thorough inspection of his new body, but there remained one "ability" of his canine form that he yearned to investigate more thoroughly: the juicy intricacies of what having a knot would mean for the buildup to climax and the orgasm itself. That investigation would best be accomplished via a certain little activity which he would now seek to perform with Ricky...

A small grin spread across his muzzle as a loud howl reverberated through the washroom, followed by a piercing shriek. Little gruff grunts soon accompanied that, along with some heavy panting.

Ah, yes, there is howling, too, David corrected himself, adding that to the list of untested canine abilities. Though, he didn't feel any need to howl along in this particular case.

Instead, David hung back in the washroom, massaging at his own sheath in anticipation, and feeling quite eager to see the passionate couple for himself as they emerged. He got his wish a couple of minutes later when the door of the cubicle opened.

Out slumped a stag, panting as he held onto the doorframe for support. His shaft was erect and leaking, and a quick glance downward revealed that thick globs of seed were pouring out of his rump.

The stag was followed by an averagely-built timberwolf, the fully-knotted cock still throbby as little strings of seed continued to occasionally spurt out of the opening. The wolf was looking down at his palms, and gazing at the sharp claws protruding from each of his fingers. It was clear that predator and prey had just swapped bodies.

David found his tail wagging uncontrollably as he walked out of the washroom. It was time for him to follow in their footsteps.

Upon entering the spacious room again, David's eyes traveled towards the huge clock placed at the top of the bar. Less than an hour left until midnight, he mused to himself. Glancing towards the front, he could see Teryx roughly penetrating a lion. The storm dragon was looking positively dandy for the occasion: bright blue scales looking midnight dark in the low light, sunlight-golden mane seeming almost to glow as it got jostled by the thrusts.

Clearly the feline was trying his best to get the storm dragon to cum -- everyone wanted the grand prize for himself, after all -- but like so many others before him, the lion fell in defeat. A pitiful roar escaped his throat as he blew his essence onto his own body while the dragon ploughed on. Teryx smirked at this, thrusting his hips a little harder to draw out more of the lion's seed, before finally removing his own unspent -- but tremendously hard -- cock from the lion's rump.

Soon, David thought to himself. Soon, he would get close to the storm dragon and claim that body for himself. He would succeed.

Ah, but how to get that dragon to cum, even after getting into the right body for the task? David's calmly calculating mind had to wonder. It wasn't as if others hadn't tried, and their esteemed host had come rather obviously ready to take them on.

Teryx had begun the night wearing a considerably kinkier variant of the staff uniform: only a black bowtie and tuxedo briefs, the latter of which called ample attention to that crucial part of him which had gotten formally dressed for the occasion. After working the magic to enable the swapping, he had retired to one of the booths along the barroom's better-lit front and left side, and had asked Ricky to bring him a whisky while he "presided," which chiefly consisted of casting a smug grin at the various people he could already tell were aiming to challenge him.

David remembered looking Teryx's way again mere minutes later, after the first big orgy of swapping. The only real difference was that the dragon had dispensed with the clothing and now sported a raging, ridged erection in their stead. He had gotten his whisky refilled, but that second shot had then remained full for the forthgoing hour, during which time Teryx had continued flaunting that erection more often than not. Afterwards, he had downed the second shot and retired to his office for a while, before returning at half mast under the "uniform" once more. Minutes later, the clothing was off again, and he was conquering his next opponent. At no point had he looked like he couldn't handle the pleasure or appeared edged in the slightest.

These memories came easily to David, and he didn't even notice that they were all from Seth's perspective, nor did he find that strange.

Teryx had clearly demonstrated an impressively high stamina, and if the dragon was able to outlast so many challengers in rapid succession, it would take much more than willpower and determination to defeat him. Ah, but what if the challenger was someone whom the storm dragon was familiar with; someone who undoubtedly had experience in bringing the dragon to his peak?

The sound of clinking glasses caused his jackal ears to twitch.

Ricky the bear was pouring a large bottle of red wine into several glasses, handing them out one by one to the group of participants sitting by the bar counter. Though the ursine was not a participant himself, David knew that_everybody_ in the place was under the spell tonight, and had the potential to swap.

David also knew that Ricky and Teryx did not have an ordinary employer-employee relationship.

Yes... there stood the key player of his master plan.

A flicker of doubt shot through David's mind. Ricky's body would ensure that a private encounter could be possible, but would it be enough to enable a near-simultaneous climax? David shook his head and dispelled the worry -- the plan was still worth a shot if he wanted that storm dragon's body!

And, speak of the devil, there he went again: Teryx was waving away some other drunken seducers and retiring to the staff-only areas behind the bar once more, giving Ricky one of those near-predatory stares of affection as he passed through. The bear looked_very_ horny for his erect and musky employer, and it seemed Teryx shared that affection in full. The only shred of vulnerability the dragon had shown all night was bound up within that stare.

David felt surer of this plan than ever.

Idly brushing the fur around his chest and shoulders to smoothen them out, David walked casually towards the bar, wearing a small, calm smile which came naturally to him. He slid onto a seat, placing his right elbow atop the bar counter as he eyed the bear with a somewhat sly and toothy grin.

The bartender did not even glance up from the drink he was pouring. "So, back again for another round, Seth," he addressed in his low voice. "I would've thought you'd had enough for tonight. Everyone's out screwing and here you are, spending the whole night drinking."

The mentioning of the name momentarily sent a shiver of sorts down his spine as a whirlwind of faint memories flooded the jackal's mind. Yes... of course. Seth. That was who he was now.

David licked his lips. The longer he stared at the bear, the ursine face which was so familiar to him, the heavier he could feel his arousal building in his loins. His sheath felt full and ready for some intense action.

"Maybe I'm here for more than just a drink..."

That got the ursine's attention. The small but sharp hazel eyes darted up and studied the jackal for a moment.

"I don't quite get what you mean."

Despite what the bartender said, David was sure Ricky got the gist of what David was implying. The bear sounded a little uncertain, and yet not reproachful. In fact, the jackal could detect a faint longing in his voice...

Swiftly, David vaulted over the counter without so much as knocking a bottle over, and leaned closer toward the now-shirking ursine. "No, you understood perfectly well... And I know you want it too... You've been wanting it for a long time..."

The bear retreated a few steps, his back pressing onto the counter. "Seth, please, I'm_working_! Not... not now..."

The plea in the bear's voice accelerated the erection of David's canine cock. It was clear how much the ursine had wanted this; it would seem the only thing holding the bear back was his being on duty... The pinkish-red tip emerged from the sheath, followed quickly by the rest of the penis as it swelled with blood. David licked his lips once more as he drew closer to his target.

"Come on... You've been working hard... everyone needs a break once in a while, and I can make yours feel... so... good..."

He groped at the bear's package through the ursine's pants. Few people were wearing clothing in this event, since any apparel would just get in the way of sex... but the bear was part of the staff, after all, and had on his uniform. The bear was such a cutie, too: wearing one of those black bowties that both Teryx himself and everyone on staff seemed to be wearing, and with his little name badge displaying "RICKY" for anyone who might not already know him. Such a diminutive-sounding name for such a large, meaty man... and he really did make the simple black of the place's uniforms look attractive.

But, not for long!

"Mmmh. See... look at how hard you've gotten for me..." David gave Ricky's package a squeeze. "My, you really want this, don't you?"

"I..." The bulge in the bartender's pants grew larger and tighter. "I..."

His unformed sentence dissolved into a long moan, and David seized this opportunity.

With a quick movement, the jackal pulled the bear's pants completely down before pressing his weight onto the ursine. The bartender stumbled backward before bumping against the bar counter. With surprising strength given his fairly lean form, David hoisted Ricky's thighs up, making the ursine sprawl on his back atop the counter, the raging erection proudly standing tall as it greeted the canine eagerly. Several glasses and bottles were knocked aside, some of them shattering on the ground with a resounding crash, a sound which hardly carried far due to how loud everyone was being.

A moment later, the jackal was hopping nimbly up onto the counter to join his partner, canine shaft proudly presented as he again hoisted the bear's legs, swiveling them easily so that the bear was now lengthwise along the countertop, and began grinding along the cheeks in preparation for entering him.

This advance naturally did not go unnoticed -- several patrons who were having their drinks quietly were now whooping at the sight. A drunken-looking skunk was pumping his fist in the air as he cheered them on, while a crocodile had raised his glass of wine in David's direction, as if to toast his bravery and forwardness.

David smiled down at the bartender below him. It was a unique sort of smile: he quite enjoyed how natural it came to him, his lips curling very slightly up his muzzle, revealing just a tiny bit of his sharp and pointy fangs. His eyes remained calm in a way which conveyed great reassurance and comfort to the other party, and he could tell this contributed greatly in getting the bear to let his guard down.

"They approve," he said softly, indicating the other patrons surrounding them now. "Let's put on a show for them, shall we?"

His question was met with an urgent, almost frantic, nod from Ricky. Of course, the affirmation came as no surprise, given the thick erection coupled by the relentless moans emitting from the bear's throat.

David flicked his tail slightly and held Ricky's hips, gripping into the extremely thick layer of fur adorning the ursine's body. The thickset frame of the bartender was complemented very well with the coat of fuzzy fluff; David could tell that the bear had taken great care in grooming it too. His sensitive nose could even detect traces of a branded cologne wafting from the fur.

"You're... not Seth... are you?" the bear managed to mutter slightly incoherently, pulling himself together to gaze up at the blue eyes piercing into his own. "Seth... never makes any moves like this... no matter how hard I try to get him to..."

"Maybe... maybe not..." David teased in his deep, calm voice. He rested his fully-erect shaft on Ricky's torso, while his canine orbs lay close to the ursine's groin, constantly nudged by the bear's throbbing erection. He leaked a small drop of pre onto the fur of the bartender's belly even as he undid the buttons on Ricky's shirt and peeled what remained of the uniform away.

"Perhaps I am indeed someone else," continued David, tossing the garment aside, "determined to make you mine right here, and right now... or perhaps I'm still the same old me, and your drinks had lowered my inhibitions just a tad; just enough to make me come and claim you..."

The jackal readjusted his hips while spreading the bear's heavy thighs wide apart. Sensing what David was doing, Ricky willingly and eagerly spread them further, revealing his awaiting hole for the canid to pierce. David accepted the invitation and poked the glans just slightly into the bear's rear. He felt the ursine flinch in anticipation of the penetration, the bear drawing a deep breath as he continued to stare at David in a mixture of mesmerization and curiosity. "Here... feel me inside of you, and you be the judge..."

David's hips thrust forward, and his world exploded into bliss. Not just bliss, but the imperative to keep thrusting. To hump, knot, and fill...

So this was what it _really_felt like to be a jackal!

So intense, so powerful, so... alive...!

The canid dick, like most of his other senses, felt incredibly sensitive, to the point that the simple act of insertion had assaulted the nerves on his shaft with intense pleasure. It almost caught him off guard, and David could easily see someone with a lower stamina being forced right off the edge in an instant.

But not him...! He was a man on a mission, and he would conquer this pleasure and succeed!

"Ahhh... Seth... please!" Ricky was turning his head this way and that, his moans ongoing as David began to thrust his hips like a piston. There was a certain tone in the bear's voice which suggested that the ursine harbored some attraction to the actual jackal himself, and David only regretted that he was unable to completely fulfil any desires his current partner may have had.

Still, the bear wouldn't know. David would keep him guessing.

"You're really good..." huffed David, glancing down at the way his partner's cock was bobbing with each forward thrust of his hips. "You really want this, don't you? Your tight ass is milking me so hard; you're really desperate for me to pump you full of my seed, aren't you?"

"Seth... Sethhhh!"

"All this time you've been filling everyone's drinks, watching everyone screw, when deep inside you're secretly wanting,wishing, that a strong man like me would come and fill_you_ right up... Well, my friend, I'm here to grant your wish!"

"Yes... please, Seth, I need this so much!" Ricky whined, his arms sweeping around the countertop. David had a feeling the ursine was not even completely aware of what was happening anymore, so lost in his pleasure as the bear clearly was. Several more glasses got knocked over in the process, but nobody paid them any heed. "I need your big, fat dick inside of me, as far as you can shove! I need that giant knot lodged inside me -- I need it so bad!"

"Heh... sorry, buddy, but I can't give you my knot tonight." David clenched his fists tighter on the bear's fur as he felt the sensations escalate. The bulbous base was beginning to inflate, and it excited David to watch as it grew. But, he needed to remember to bring the bear to the edge with him!

"I want it!" the bear pleaded, attempting to jerk his lower body down to get more of David's shaft in.

"I'll knot you another time," David reassured, in that low, soft voice which inspired confidence in others so well. Somehow, he was sure that in the future, whether it be months or even years from now, there would come a time when Seth would fulfil this promise for him.

And he was certain of this, because it was the Seth in him who nudged David towards muttering those words.

He gripped at the glans of Ricky's cock and began to pump while continuing to thrust deep, yet taking care not to hilt him. He could feel the urgent throbbings of his shaft intensifying now, and he knew the moment was close.

"You ready?" asked David through gritted teeth, the sturdy fist tightening more around the bear's cock. His golden fur was matted with Ricky's pre now, and that was a good sign that their orgasms would align well for a swap.

"I'm really... really... close..."

That was good enough for him. Amidst the louder cheers from the watchers, David angled himself higher, thrusting down at his partner with renewed fervor. Each pump of his hips caused his shaft to prod at the bear's prostate, and soon the ursine's pleasured moans dissolved into little, urgent grunts. David spotted the extreme thickness of his knot as he neared his peak, and the sight of the massive bulb reaffirmed his decision not to knot Ricky, however tempting it might have sounded to his lust-addled mind.

Of course, he had seen it earlier when frotting with Seth as the dolphin, but the sheer size of it still caught him by surprise. To see such a humongous knot attached to his own cock... it wasn't something David had fantasized much about in the past, but he was sure it would frequently haunt his dreams now.

Everything had fallen into place. David's long ears pulled slightly towards the back of his head, and he felt his tail stiffen behind him. Glancing down, he saw his own reflection on the smoothly polished marble of the countertop -- saw his lean muscles clenching in rhythm with his heavy breaths; saw the way his hip was thrusting involuntarily now, as well as the pink of the knot hanging just outside of the bear's entrance...

The jackal's left hand slipped down to grasp and tease the base of his shaft, between his groin and his knot. He squeezed it and massaged it in the ways the bear's rear would've been doing if he had gone that critical distance further and gotten locked inside.

David felt a growl, possibly a howl, rise to his throat. Ricky groaned loudly as his massive body quaked and spasmed, and David knew it was safe now. All mental barriers lifted, he savored the rush of bliss coursing through his core, through his shaft... and before he knew it, his shaft tightened and tensed before ejecting ribbons of thick, jackal cream deep into the bear beneath him.

David growled and roared, vocalizing his pleasure and dominance, his efforts culminating into such an intense orgasm that rocked his very body. He was so_virile_ in this form, his cock pulsing repeatedly in climax with no signs of slowing down any time soon. And his knot... his_knot_! It was almost torture, except he felt extreme ecstasy as the knot throbbed hard against his fingers. A tidal wave of seed continued to flow into the ursine's depths, while the bear writhed in joy at the sensations of being filled by his dear friend.

David's climax had yet to end when the bear joined him in the jackal's powerful peak, splattering his own thick fur with numerous, desperate spurts of his seed. The bartender clutched the counter with both fists hard as his orgasm progressed, and the duo got to enjoy their own climax for seconds more before their minds grew hazy.

The last thing David remembered seeing before he blacked out was the image of the bear's powerful jaws coming open, lips snarling in the passion of the moment. A new rumble formed in the bear's throat... and then a slow, exhausted exhale. A breath heavy enough that it really did sound like someone's soul could leave their body on the flow of air.

* * *

David awoke with a slow, deep intake of breath. He watched the large curve of his belly and the meatiness of his pecs both rising as he filled his lungs to their limits. He felt so confused and so embarrassed that he just... needed a breath right now. He needed to inhale and exhale slowly and take in what had just happened. Everyone in the barroom must be looking at him right now, silently judging him for slutting it up for his jackal friend_right here_... the staff members weren't supposed to...

David breathed again, and managed to blow the fears away for the most part. His racing and scattered thoughts got dissolved back into the goodness of the afterglow.

The jackal still looming over him was also coming to his senses now, and was looking at his lean, athletic physique with more than a little curiosity and imagination.

"So you really weren't him," said the jackal, bemused, as he more fully understood what had just happened. "Hm... well, have a good month, yes? Take good care of it. I can't imagine what you'd want with a little old bear like me."

"Don't ruin the moment, sir..." groaned David. Then he grunted incomprehensibly as the jackal's cocktip pulled free of his pucker and sent a narrow drizzle of seed flowing back out with it. Ugh, all over the counter... he'd have to clean that up later!

But later. No matter how it tormented his barkeep's sensibilities, he simply must do the thing now.

The thing. The thing he had been planning. David scratched his head as he found it difficult to recall in full. He knew he needed to seek Teryx and to...

Yes, of course. To swap. Silly him for forgetting... or silly bear brain for not allowing that desire to translate so well.

The jackal sharing the counter with him laughed: quietly at first, and then wildly and loudly. David imagined that some wild, morbidly curious idea had just struck the man's fancy in a way that his more-inhibited bear self never would have put together.

"Attention!" shouted the jackal as he stood atop the counter, showing off his still throbbing knot and squeezing it at the base. "Would the original owner of this body kindly bend me over this bar counter and make me cum with him?" The display grew more erotic the longer he spoke, with some flexing and gyrating of his body as well. A few of the onlookers scoffed, but at least three people were immediately prepared to tell him that the body was originally theirs, so it seemed he would have no shortage of fun during the next little while.

Three people, including whoever was currently inhabiting David's original otter body. Gods, he was such a slut-brain! The bear snorted at his own old habits, and then pulled himself off the bar counter and wandered drizzle-reared toward the offices at the back of the club.

David had an important rendezvous to make now, and the bear-turned-jackal was providing a lovely distraction for his absence.

* * *

David found the employee washroom with ease and availed himself of its services in a hurry: first in cleaning himself of any traces of the jackal encounter, and then in preparing his appearance for presentation to the dragon. He had snatched up his shirt and pants on his way out, and now he gave them the quickest refresh that he could with the tools he had -- mostly amounting to dabbing them with a bit of scalding hot water and then dousing both them and himself in cologne from his personal supply cubby. His cologne smelled strong, simple, and manly -- it triggered powerful associative memories, reminding the bear that Teryx had seemed to like it well in the past. The recollection brought a rush of butterflies to his stomach.

No time to be too slow about this, but it wouldn't do to be hasty either. He neated up his fur and made it just_so_, taking the extra three minutes to get it right. Then, the moment that he had it, he walked briskly out, down the corridor, and up the stairs. Finding the boss's office was as trivial as breathing, which was a good thing, since David felt sure his nerves were going to get the better of him if he didn't keep up his momentum.

Teryx's office itself was as dimly lit as most of the other room and corridors. Upon the bear's arrival, the dragon was sitting there, still nude save for the bowtie, leafing through the day's newspaper... seemingly not even reading it, so much as staring at it as though it were some sort of mystical focus. One hand ran slowly down the page, as if caressing it.

David went with his intuition and the habits of his body in formulating how to act and what to say. It felt easy to do so, and he fancied some part of his being must have grown more accustomed to that over the course of the evening's swaps.

Right now, his body's habits were urging him to knock twice against the doorframe and present himself with a swift stripping of his pants.

"Time for our usual, sir?" said the bear, before moving a hand down to stroke demonstratively at his package.

"Hah! You want to swap with me this month?" The dragon thought about this -- then got a shifty look in his eyes. Then, losing the shifty look, he shrugged. "Sure, why not. I miss that big bear butt of yours. The last time was... delightful."

The final word hung with tension on the dragon's tongue, which drooped lustfully out between his fangs after the word was at last released. Teryx gazed with bedroom eyes -- a confident, sassy expression that David somehow recognized and understood.

Bedroom time... time to get messy. His big bear knees were nearly shaking as he considered it.

Teryx led him into the private chamber, which was quite small considering to whom it belonged. A bedroom that might've been no more than a closet within a larger, more proper residential house. Why, the queen-sized bed alone took up most of the room. But it was Teryx's on-site bedroom, his home away from home... his handy place for showing his dates a good time.

The bear's heart was pounding -- quite a lot faster than David had expected.

The rain dragon slid up onto the bed, his blue scales contrasting nicely with the sharp crimson of the red, velvet covers. Teryx made a show of dimming the lamp on the bedside table, the bed squeaking lightly at the weight of the dragon with every little movement he made, before he peeled the covers back invitingly to reveal the white sheet underneath. Grinning, Teryx hopped off the bed once more and gripped the bear's shoulder firmly.

"Is my big bear in the mood to bend me over?" asked Teryx, leadingly, while groping the grizzle-furred rump with his other hand and teasing at the cute, stubby tail.

The affection and Teryx's question... they sent so many mixed feelings through David's current body. If anything, that touch made_him_ want to be the one to bend over...

But no, it couldn't be that way. No way would Teryx just give up his body via a simultaneous orgasm that way! David gritted his nearly chattering teeth and forced himself to accept he was going to have to push the dragon down, get rough with him... show him who was...

Who was...

The boss.

David had been managing to muster an erection at first as he groped and grappled with Teryx in reply to the teasing... but that idea of Teryx being his employer... the shame and the memories. The sense of submission so irrepressible...

Teryx, smooth and slick as always, was testing him. Even now the dragon was assuming a presenting position on his own, as if to allow the bear to penetrate him: tail high, smug eyes glancing back, a great view of those muscular cheeks and that tight, mysterious rear. David had answered the suggestion, stepping up behind him, grabbing hold of his sides... preparing to bear down on him in full.

It was any true dom's dream... except for one small, flaccid problem. The bear... couldn't do this at all. Maybe to someone else, but never to the storm dragon. Teryx even wanted it, sometimes... Teryx liked bottoming in the right contexts, but the bear could never... he hadn't been able to...

"Heh, you're not Ricky," opined Teryx, before lowering his tail and turning his smug glance into a darker glare.

The statement felt wrong -- or at least, conflicting -- to the mind that had once been David... once upon a time, just a few hours ago. The name "Ricky" triggered so many associations and bells in his brain. That was him: he was Ricky, the best "beartender" around. Teryx's favored bitch on staff. Happy to bend over and let the dragon set the pace...

Every night, after closing. Or often, at any rate. Any night Teryx didn't have someone else, Ricky was always available. As long as he was to be the bottom.

The bear's ass clenched at the memories. A wave of submissive desires rushed through him. The idea of bending over for Teryx felt so good... so perfectly right and normal. His body was so ready for it, ready to put the earlier embarrassment behind and submit to the dragon's desires.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" said Teryx with a grin -- and then shoved the bear off of him, toppling even that heavy body easily onto its well-padded ass.

The bear grunted and looked up at Teryx in confusion. Something about it felt so... good.

"Caught up in a storm of change, you can't keep your balance," said Teryx. "How many bodies have you jumped tonight? How many conflicting desires have you been through?"

The dragon was standing over him with a pronounced and rising erection. It looked so perfectly worthy and beautiful to David's... Ricky's, eyes. With_that_ in front of him, the questions seemed irrelevant. All he could do was lust, and stare.

"A soul traveling fast can easily lose itself, you know," said Teryx. "Why not let your body do the heavy lifting for a while? There's quite a load here that needs carrying..."

David felt a haze of need. It was all too much. He rushed for his employer -- rubbed his face against that shaft and groaned as he licked up at it. Every nerve in his body sang with delight at giving in; his cock turned granite hard again without so much as a touch.

"Yes, that's it. You're going to be my bitch tonight. You can't earn my body, because you're just a silly, subby bear. A big, tough brute with a dark secret: you can't get enough of my dick in your ass. Everyone knows how big you are, they all think you must top me when I'm in one of my moods. But we both know the truth, don't we 'Ricky'? We know you can't top me even when I want it_bad_."

Every fiber of David's flesh believed it. Only the small, determined-but-drowned-out voice of his original consciousness continued protesting the notion.

"Suck it, slut," said Teryx.

The bear's body practically moved on its own, overcome with lust and desire. The musk and taste of the storm dragon's shaft was fire in his nostrils and bliss upon his tongue. He had gotten so many men drunk tonight, but there was only one brew that could influence him, and it was churning in Teryx's prostate and balls...

David "mmm"ed and moaned, not even bothering to stroke his own shaft. It was so good... too good. His employer was so kind to him to give him this drink. So many ways he had served it to him over the years -- dripped into a glass of wine, shot into a shotglass -- but for tonight nothing could beat this simple pleasure: straight from the tap, sucked from the source.

"Please feed me, I'm your good bear," grunted David in Ricky's deep and masculine voice. Two ideas so much at odds with each other -- and yet, living in the bear's body, it now seemed so obvious! How had he not known? How hadn't he seen that this sensitive, lovely guy just wanted to make everyone around him happy, and Teryx most especially of all?

The source of the good drink, however, was soon pulled away. The bear's growling, needy snout was held at arm's length by Teryx's left hand pressing against the furred forehead.

"All right, up on the bed and on your back, buddy," Teryx commanded. "I'm in the mood for a rear delivery tonight. Your ass is so hungry I can_see_ it."

It was. It was! There was no arguing with those near-automatic clenches, nor that desperate desire to be filled. David hopped onto the bed immediately, his body brimming with desire.

The bear lifted his thighs and exposed his rear, big brown balls tight against his own taint as Teryx pressed in over him. The thick dragon shaft jabbed into his entryway on the very first try, and in an instant David's mind was being assailed with deepening thrusts of joy. Each inch of progress was more confirmation of his true place beneath his employer, the man who might as well be his owner... he was little more than a circus bear, just Teryx's sweet pet who did tricks to help out...

Teryx was not triggering these thoughts through anything more than his body language and penetration; all of these things rose naturally from the habits and obsessions of Ricky's neurology.

The bearcock felt so hard and good. David felt his cum stirring... felt like he could just let it all go with no problem. It would be so fitting and good to shoot prematurely all over his own chest and face, showing just how much of a needy bitch he was. He needed it so bad, he... he...

Then, somewhere in the midst of Teryx's thrusting, the pleasure deepened -- and somehow, so did David's awareness.

Something in him remembered. Something in him could recall again what he came here to do. And if he still wanted to do it, he needed_not_ to cum just yet!

"You won't... win!" growled David.

"Ohh, is that so?" said Teryx, thrusting faster and angling at the bear's prostate. "Do prove me wrong then... I'm so curious to see how you'll do!"

"Ghh!" It was all David could muster in response to the dragoncock hammering on the inner home of his semen. He felt glad Ricky had cum during the encounter earlier; otherwise it would be all but impossible to hold back! It was hard enough as it was!

"Just it it go, 'Ricky.' Let it go like you always do."

The bear shook his head and strained, grunting loudly as if he were in a horrible pain, though in reality the sensations were quite the opposite. He forced his ass to clench steadily and hard... for being a bottom bear, he wasn't too dextrous about milking a shaft, but he could still show Teryx a better time than the dragon was bargaining for.

It felt like an insult to his... to Ricky's abilities, to insinuate otherwise!

"Why not... you!" grunted David before squeezing hard.

"Oh, cute Ricky is trying to make me cum," said Teryx with rising excitement. All teasing aside, the bear's efforts seemed to be working quite well: the dragon's shaft was throbbing and bulging, leaking pre faster and heavier.

"That is NOT my name!" the bear growled.

"Mmm... then what is it, love? Tell me. Tell me your name, strange spirit who has possessed my beloved bear!"

"Ghrrrr... DAVID!!" bellowed the bear, before moaning out and nearly losing his load as Teryx jabbed the sensitive prostate once again.

When that didn't do the trick, Teryx grew more aggressive, reaching a scaly hand down and grasping the bear's pre-slickened shaft. Smoothly and swiftly the storm dragon jerked him, while speaking in a mocking tone: "An ambitious, tiny_otter_! I remember you from the initial crowd! You looked so unassuming!" Teryx's hand was working fast, and David felt compelled not to reach a hand of his own up to stop this. The bear's arms felt so heavy under the submissive influence of the brain's habits and the proximity of climax...

"I... want... your... body!" shouted David, while shakily forcing one of his hands to rise in protest against the will of his body. He managed to wrap it around Teryx's wrist, but could not muster any force with which to move it. He felt his climax rising, but remained defiant to the end: "Even for just a month... I will be... y... yh... yhhh...! AaaaaaAAAARGHR!!"

The bear shaft erupted in wild shots, and his eyes closed in defeat as he felt pleasure overtake him. David had done his very best, but Teryx had taken the gloves off and put bare hands to work.

"Your body... I still want it," moaned the bear, while his ass kept clenching in climax.

Teryx was panting and glaring at him, some mix of anger and crazed lust filling his eyes. Despite this, David still assumed there would be no outpouring of souls in this case. All Teryx had to do was hang on for half a minute... probably no more than fifteen more seconds now.

David had, however, underestimated the allure that the swap held for the dragon, and just how worked up the dragon's passions currently were.

Teryx screamed an expletive -- and then hilted himself inside the bear's clenching rear.

The dragoncock spasmed, in a way that could only mean one thing.

The storm dragon roared in climax, and painted the inside of the bear's body with both his seed and his dragonish soul.

* * *

The person who was now allegedly "Ricky the bartender" pulled himself free of the storm dragon's cock. It was a slow process, its progress marked by confused and varied groans from the both of them.

David felt a hum of... excellence. Power. Natural perfection. For a fleeting moment, he felt as if the wind were his breath, and his breath the wind. Images of pattering spring rains accompanied his thoughts of ejaculation. He imagined his dragonseed drizzling upon his servant from the sky and all around. Such a good lay this bear was, as always.

Strong thoughts and regal feelings assessed the night's events... so many great moments and so many lovely sights: men humping like their lives depended on it, and casting those lives into the storm to be whirled and blown all around.

The storm which he, himself, had created.

Then David realized more fully what had happened -- opened his eyes and stared at both hands in surprise. He looked down at the squirming, spent bear pulling away from him and couldn't help a brief moment of seeing his ample ass as if it were just so much food presenting itself in front of his eyes.

David found it easy to stand up, tall and proud now, despite the pleasure's lingering foggy hold on him.

And he laughed. He laughed defiantly and loudly. He laughed Teryx's laugh of derision and scorn.

He had won.

"You couldn't handle it, could you?" he teased the bear as the latter's eyes came slowly open. "I was just too good, and you were too worked up."

"Mmmmm... but that's not the only thing," groaned "Ricky." His jaws hung open as he yawned and then sniffed the air, taking in the sensations of his new body more fully.

"Hope you like being a big furry brute for a month. Have fun~" said David.

Somehow, it was almost impossible not to act sassy as he talked. He hadn't, in the past, imagined this scenario going this way. He had imagined some kind of happy conclusion where he thanked Teryx for the opportunity while claiming victory. A gentleman's claim, polite and undeniably in the right.

Now? Now he just wanted to rub his spent, musky cock all over the bear's face and gloat. His afterglow made it all the more alluring. Make that bear lick him clean...

To David's surprise, "Ricky" sat up and immediately began doing exactly that. It was a natural, habituated action which that body's present occupant did not seem to resist in the slightest. If anything, he was enjoying suckling and slurping his large tongue over the... well, over the "mini storm dragon." David chuckled. Yes, his mini dragon. His second in dragon command.

"Mmmrr!" growled David as a particularly exquisite jolt rushed through his nerves thanks to the tongue. "You know your way around this cock don't ya? Guess it makes sense though..."

"Oh, trust me, sir... I want nothing more than for that cock to experience_every_ pleasure that it can."

"Hah, liar... you want so much more than that. I can feel how much you want things. I want everything right now. Everything!"

It wasn't too much of an exaggeration. A creeping sense of entitlement and greed that David did not know nor understand was creeping into his mind. It wasn't even precisely greed so much as... seeing everything around him as though it either did, or ought to, belong to him or be under his control. That wasn't so much to ask, was it?

Yet, behind that feeling, there was also something else... some deep and silent sadness that undermined everything else. It confused him, and he didn't want to deal with it. His dick still needed the rest of its required cleaning.

"That's it... slurp it all neat and perfect. That's a good little bear slut..."

David the storm dragon was already erect again by the time Teryx the bear flopped back in what looked like a more proper posture of defeat: arms spread, tongue hanging out, drippy and messy cock still flopped over his brown-furred belly. It served him right...

Then, suddenly, a feeling of envy. A nagging feeling of wanting that, too. That perfect defeat and submission... it was so beautiful and arousing...

David grabbed at both temples and shook his head. This was ridiculous. Too much thinking and feeling going on at once. Too much! He had an afterglow to enjoy. A tasteful wine would suffice for the occasion.

"Make yourself useful and bring me a glass from my private stash. I assume I have one. Get me the reddest, best wine you have."

The bear laughed just once, his shaft stiffening as he heard the words. "Yes sir," he said immediately, and pulled himself to a stand.

Within minutes, David was naked at his desk -- the one with all of Teryx's books and scheduling for the club -- sipping a wine so red that it might as well have been blood, save for the flavor. It was a morbid, violent thought running up against the best taste he'd had in an alcohol for quite a while. He really needed to break into his private collection more often.

Around the base of the wineglass, the bear had twisted a narrow strip of paper, with the phrase, "ENJOY YOUR MONTH, SIR," hand-printed in black ink.

The club's owner-for-a-month dismissed the bear to go do whatever might seem appropriate during this last quarter hour of the initial partying. Given the earlier display in the barroom, David could only imagine how much the dethroned dragon might get swarmed by people wanting his ursine body. So much grinding and insistence from anyone who wasn't already too spent to continue on. Did the bear have a third climax in him? One had to wonder. Could Teryx escape his fate of tending the bar for a month by engaging in enough wild, self-targeting bukakke that he managed to jump into someone else?

David ended up stroking himself and downing the wine faster than anticipated as he thought about that. Something about the bear, going out into the bar with no pants and inviting anyone and everyone to screw him... no,pleading for them to do it, anything to let him get further away from the shame of having lost his body and into someone else's form for the upcoming month...

It was a thought that made David granite hard, in the strangest and most self-referential way. He felt certain it wasn't the bear's physique that was turning him on as he imagined a dozen cocks of varying species all blowing their loads onto his face, chest, and rear, nor was it the variety of that male menagerie in itself. It was knowing that Teryx was out and about, the possibility of him being blown from form to form. It made him feel so horny... it made David again feel almost... envious.

Mmm, but who was he kidding... he was the one who got to be a storm dragon for a month now. He had seen the kinds of magic Teryx could muster, and could feel it coursing through him. Feeling it unfold and growing accustomed to it would be just one aspect of all the fun he was going to have.

Still, a part of him hoped Teryx would be having fun too, and didn't begrudge that in the slightest. His body itself seemed to be giving its former occupant a mental and emotional send-off into a month of the unknown.

Stretching after finishing his drink, David went off to his private washroom to admire his mane. It was so lovely, and he felt a need to comb it and truly accept it as his own right now. He would be enjoying it greatly during the month to come, as he would be enjoying so much else about his body.

From down in the barroom and elsewhere, the commotion of final sexings rose louder and reached his dragonish sense of hearing. He kept combing, feeling the warmth of magic in his mane, and smiled.

_Go get 'em,_David thought, in an unexpectedly enthusiastic moment of solidarity with his body's desires.

He also was realizing that he felt quite tired, so he determined that he would head to bed immediately after midnight passed, after everyone had been locked into the consequences of their behavior. The staff could handle the rest, as they generally did. It was a substantial aspect of why he kept them around, after all.

"Teryx" was chuckling to himself as he lay down on the lovely bed in the room adjoining his office. It felt so familiar and so foreign at the same time, and its deep, plush mattress drew him easily into sleep.

He slept like a king, and felt like one throughout his dreams.

* * *

That looming feeling of "back to business as usual" came faster than David had anticipated: the very next morning. The club was due to open for service again during the upcoming night, and David found himself with practical problems in need of solving, within a mere hour of performing his luxurious wake-and-stretch routine and dragging himself out of bed.

Various members of the staff had already left him voicemails detailing minor but relevant damages that would need to be corrected, along with other bits of planning that would need his attention going forward.

Leave it to the good old daily grind to ruin the fantasy of the moment.

David kept considering the idea of leaving the whole establishment to rot for a month, but that was really unthinkable -- it was_his_ club, after all. At least, that was what his brain relentlessly insisted, to the point that any attempt to bail on the situation resulted in crippling feelings of doubt and guilt.

Ah, the dreadful iron maiden of residing within a business-dragon's flesh. Well, he had signed up for this, so he figured he should stick with it. Not like there weren't plenty of nice perks to his situation even if he_didn't_ just abandon it all in a wild misuse of power.

The dragonish thought processes... they were so methodical. Everything was calculated and planned, with a cunning and predatory edge to it. No wonder Teryx had been so taken with the idea of just... getting away from it all. Even now, the thought brought warmth to David's blue prize of a body. Mm, switching...

He shook his head. No sense thinking sexy thoughts right now. There was work to be done. For starters, there was the matter of his main bartender... who, following Teryx's own erotic rampage, had ended up being inhabited by the soul of a dolphin. Yes, that one. It just had to be that one.

Minutes later, their conversation ran like this:

"Well, 'Ricky,' do you know anything about tending a bar?"

"Uh, no. Perhaps muscle memory will carry me?"

"Go to the barroom and look at our stock until your memory gets jogged. We're like this for a month now, so we might as well be serious about it."

"But sir..."

David leveled a storm-dragon fingerclaw at the bear: "No sex for you until you either figure it out or get me some help who will!"

"Ahhh, very well," and the bear wandered out of the office in defeat.

David felt so incredibly frustrated at this. The grand flaw in his plan, the grand flaw... where would his club be without its main and most endearing bartender!? Well, perhaps the other staff would help. Certainly, the standard policy of the staff not swapping made a_bit_ more sense now...

The storm dragon grumped his way back to his desk while the bear wandered off and moped. David checked the schedule for the day: "World's Fanciest Mane-icure session... 1pm to 5pm...four hours of getting primped..."

As a consciousness distinct from his body, David wasn't so sure about this anymore. That was a_lot_of mane care to sit through. Lots of likely overly ritzy, gayer-than-usual stuff in which he didn't normally participate.

There was a little note below the calendar entry: "Gotta get cleaned up after a hot night of swapping~"

The storm dragon growled... lustfully.

Lustfully!?

This wasn't right, thought David. Why was he getting a boner from this idea?

He massaged his anxious cock, and said to himself habitually. "There there. It won't be long till every hair is groomed to perfection."

Every hair... it wasn't even... the mane wasn't even that big!

Yet he craved it. He wanted it so badly. He imagined his expensive groomers coming to him and making everything just_perfect_... and maybe showing him a favor by giving him a nice handjob at the end, too. They owed it to him, as well as he usually paid them.

David found it hard to keep hating the idea. He found himself liking it better and better as the moments passed. His spirit had begun unwilling, but his body...

His body was ready.

David sighed, feeling a rush of energy surge through him. He then glanced out the window and noticed a darkening in the clouds outside. Somehow, he knew he caused that, but he didn't consciously understand how.

The reality was sinking in deeper, now: this was going to be a long and interesting month. He could only wonder what body Teryx had ended in by the time the night was over. Surely not, not...

He thought about the ways several of the guests had smirked at him on their ways out of the club this morning, and about how suspicious he had felt of each of those smirks.

No, there was no sense dwelling on that either. Even though Teryx could in theory be out there, right now, inhabiting his original otter body and ruining his life by exercising its less-used slutty instincts which David knew all too well that it had. Or at least, ruining the life that would become David's again once the spell wore off in 30 days and everyone got whisked back to their usual selves.

Then, he shrugged. In a moment of coldly dragonish reasoning, he let the thought go as if it were nothing more than a triviality. That was the game, and he had won it. The prize was everything that came after, whatever exactly "everything" was.

For now, there was a mane that needed fancying, and he chuckled with delight as he went about preparing himself for his appointment.