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"I keep telling you that you should read more often. You can find some really cool stuff in the back of some old, dusty books."

Advice to pick up a reading habit couldn't have come at a much weirder time for Exile, and he had to imagine that it was with a grain of sarcasm that the words were uttered to him. He wasn't going to claim that Nbowa wasn't an avid reader, but the majority of the books on his shelf contained little more than musical notes, rather than words to be retained.

"At your house, I can't imagine finding dust on a book. It's not like Doxial lets a speck of it hit the ground without having a minor panic attack."

Nbowa cast his eyes inside in a dodging glance and rubbed the back of his mane with an open palm. "Yeah, Dox can be quite a useful little fennec," he claimed, and though the subject of the fox seemed to put the lion in an altered state, Exile didn't bother to question it. "But it's not like I'd find an old book in my own house; I do make trips to the library sometimes, you know."

His hybrid guest was still hanging up his coat and making his way into the living room, where Nbowa was already sitting on the couch, one of his legs crossed over the other. "And what fascinating tome did you find at your local library? Did PBS convince you to make a generous donation to their funding goal?"

"I completely forgot that network even existed...and no. Someone recommended a book to me, and it turned out that my public library was one of the only places in the country that still had a copy. I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity!"

Exile didn't pay any mind to Nbowa casually stroking a pawtip through one of his long, blonde bangs or uncrossing his legs. He was too busy grabbing a beer from the fridge to care, and walking into the living room with a spare one for the lion didn't bring him to any sort of startling realization.

Sitting down next to the lion on the couch, however, left him jumping out of his seat just as quickly as he took it.

"W-what the fuck?! Did you sneak a souvenir bat into your shorts?"

The typically unflappable huscoon was standing upright, his already curly tail covered with tall bunches of standing, shocked fur. "That would have been a pretty funny prank," Nbowa admitted as he snatched the spare beer from Exile, acting completely nonchalant about the impressive outline of his cock against the shorts, "But this is no joke. It's the real thing."

There were few people more familiar with Nbowa's manhood than Exile, and the huscoon would be the first to admit how well equipped the lion was, but his already long and thick flesh was of an almost unnatural size, leaving Exile beside himself with concern for his own safety, and arousal that was only bated by that same sense of concern.

"That...that's gotta be a prop of some kind," he argued, and boldly, he leaned over Nbowa's lap to rest an open palm against the outline. The flesh beneath yielded just a little bit, revealing to Exile's mingled shock and delight that the lion wasn't even stiff yet. "Feels real, though..."

Shame was needless between the pair. Exile knew what Nbowa had invited him over for that weekend, and the lion made even fewer secrets about his intentions as he tugged down slowly on the waistband of his trademark shorts, and over the elastic, his augmented length slowly eased out, sitting between his thighs and looking almost impossibly large.

Exile was still looking for some kind of a seam, as if he didn't believe what he was able to see and feel. The fact that something resembling a knot was formed near the base of the usually feline length didn't help the case, and in the back of his mind, Exile was getting ready to set about proving that it wasn't real.

Nbowa was hoping for exactly the same thing, but their preferred methods of research in this instance didn't quite line up.

"Maybe you didn't get a good feel for it through the fabric," Nbowa suggested, his muzzle eternally picked up in a playful grin. "You're more than welcome to try again, you know."

The huscoon knew that those words were less of an offer, and more of a suggestion, or in the case of Nbowa, an order. It would have been a mistake to keep him waiting, and without even being given a chance to undress himself, Exile fell right to his knees, obedient as he could be.

His first gulp wasn't a taste of the transformed flesh, but the lump of his nerves in his throat as he crawled forward on his knees and rested his palms against the edge of the couch. Nbowa took pride in the simple fact that his own paw was hardly able to wrap around the girth at the base, but he took it in his palm all the same and held it out so that the tip stared Exile down, drooling a lazy, thin trickle of precum at the hybrid, just daring him to try and take the whole thing at once.

I'd have to unhinge my jaw just to get halfway down on the damn thing...

Dental surgery wasn't anywhere in Exile's future, but a severe punishment would be if he didn't at least try to take the length. He'd come to know Nbowa's flesh rather well in the recent years, but there was a slight, subtle taper to the tip of his member, one that was more reminiscent of a canine, or even more specifically, a fox.

That mildly narrowed end made it a little easier for Exile to lean forward and set the tip upon the flat of his tongue. Saliva bubbled down the underside of the blended shaft of feline and vulpine flesh, and as Exile swallowed down his first little treasure of precum, he leaned forth and opened his maw wide, struggling just to deal with the first couple of inches.

He should have known that Nbowa was going to grip the scruff upon the back of his neck and yank it taut, but even if he'd been expecting it, he wouldn't have been able to handle the sudden, powerful rush of flesh as it poured into his throat. He was given a quick reminder that the lion wasn't even stiff at the moment, as a thick, deep throb ran through the length and sent a pulse right down the hybrid's throat.

Dealing with the enhanced length in a softened state was a struggle. Keeping it in his throat as blood began to rush through it, bringing it erect while still in the welcoming confines of his mouth would be nigh impossible, but Nbowa wasn't going to let him back off, now that he was already started.

"I knew you'd have a bunch of questions to ask if I gave you the chance, so I figured I would shut you up before you got distracted with idle chit-chat," Nbowa explained. "I'm sure you'd agree that this is much more important."

The temptation to sink his fangs down for a quick, frustrated bite was only overruled by Exile's common sense. The lion's arrogance was a turn-on, and his submissive huscoon couldn't deny that he was melting inside at the idea of being forced to gag on already impressive and growing length.

He couldn't admit much of anything with his mouth so full, and already he was struggling to keep on breathing as thick, defined veins pressed down against the slippery surface of his tongue and imprinted their presence upon him.

"Not even halfway in and you're gagging like a little bitch," Nbowa muttered, his voice laden with overplayed disappointment. "This is why I didn't feel like letting you ask any questions, really. We've obviously got a lot of training to do if you're having that much trouble already."

Lips were stretched to such a limit that Exile could feel saliva pouring down from his bottom lip and soaking his chin, but he knew that there wasn't a single thing he could do to prevent it. The wet, messy flow continued and spilled over the sides of his cheeks as Nbowa dictated the pace, keeping his claws dug into the back the hybrid's neck scruff and tugging down only when Exile tried to pull away for a breath.

"I guess I can't blame you for being eager. You haven't been able to take your eyes off of it since you walked in," Nbowa claimed, and sure enough, Exile was still looking down and forward, admiring the pulsing veins and unusually blended flesh of a lion and a fox. "And it might sound silly, but I really do have reading to thank for this; you wouldn't think that most libraries carry a spell book, but ours does...and the damnedest thing is that some of them actually work!"

Exile's curiosity about Doxial was only growing, and he had to wonder what had become of the fennec: normally, he would have come to greet Exile at the door with some kind of hyperactive affection, but this time, he was nowhere to be found. The change in Nbowa's manhood almost certainly had something to do with it, but Exile had no idea what kind of dark and twisted magic the lion was getting into, this time.

He was simply dealing with the results of it, and the back of his throat was being pummeled by the massive tip of the length as Nbowa lowered his other paw and grabbed Exile by the ears. They were just the right size to act as handles for the lion to hold onto, and his claws pricked into the flesh until they nearly pierced through the thin, velvety surface.

"I'm not gonna lie...I c-could sit here and watch you choke on my cock all night and never get tired of it," Nbowa was finally starting to trip over his own voice, and the impressive size of his length was coupled with a new, canine volume of precum that left Exile nearly drowning...albeit, happily so. "But if I'm gonna test this spell to the fullest capabilities, it isn't just your throat that I'm interested in."

More than anyone else Exile knew, Nbowa was an expert at keeping his moans at bay, even when his body was already twitching and trembling with orgasmic delight. It was hard to tell if the lion was shuddering with pleasure, or if it was simply the natural throbs of the massive veins in his cock that Exile was feeling against the front of his muzzle.

Nbowa would have kept the secret, if not for the sudden and powerful burst of seed that Exile swallowed on pure reflex. His eyes shrunk down in panic, and they turned up to gaze at the lion for some sense of mercy and relief, but his devious grin made it clear that no respite would be found.

Long, oozing strands of a pearly white mess spilled out from the sides of Exile's muzzle as Nbowa kept the hybrid's face buried down deep in his loins, and obvious lumps formed on the front of his throat as he tried to keep pace with the magically enhanced yield. The struggle was in vain, and a coughing, gagging Exile could feel the familiar, delicious taste of Nbowa's cum on his tongue a second time.

His vision turned a little blurry, and he was sure that he would pass out from the struggle, even after Nbowa pulled his member back and free, leaving a myriad of long, dangling strands of mingled cum and saliva to hang between the hybrid's lips, and the lion's flesh.

"Maybe you would have kept it all down with a little more practice," Nbowa suggested. "We've got all weekend to worry about stretching out your throat like a proper slut, though...I think there are some more pressing matters to deal with, first."

Exile was almost afraid to ask what Nbowa prioritized over putting the hybrid in his place, but he had no idea how much of the spell book the lion was already done with; somehow, those two paths were sure to line up, and Exile scarcely had the will to resist further punishment when Nbowa stood up and gripped him by the fluff upon his cheek. His enhanced cock was starting to hang a bit softer, and the slippery mess that coated it from tip to base was rubbed into the bridge of Exile's muzzle, just to demean him a little bit further.

"Why don't you come on down to the basement with me? I think you'll appreciate the little study that I've got set up..."