Adventure 1: Getting Familiar With The Locals (5)

Valon was distracted from answering immediately. Numerous sharp, but tiny, things jabbed at his rigid erection whenever it rubbed against Oulders's back. Glancing down, he ran his fingers around the area, feeling short, prickly hairs. They were even growing in patches where Oulders was already hairy, although much shorter than the long, older strands. His eyes meandered farther over Oulders's body; checking for more hair. Relief bubbled through him, releasing the worries he had over Oulders becoming something complicated to deal with. "Seems like the collar is working," he pointed out. When Oulders twisted his head to face him, he added, "You're growing a lot of hairs."

"Hairs? Really?" Oulders checked himself, eyes and hands hunting his body.

Remembering Oulders's earlier question, Valon's attention moved to the front of Oulders's body. He wasn't exaggerating: Valon knew it wouldn't take much to get Oulders to cum. The cock's foreskin had pulled back, displaying the full, glistening fatness of the tip. Clear fluid dribbled out from beads that bloomed from the opening.

Oulders finished inspecting himself, his arms reached down. First, he scratched his nuts; then adjusted it; then, with his hands trembling, he gently stroked his hard, throbbing shaft. The eyes widened at learning that magic was working on him, closed almost completely. Two thin shimmering strips peeked out through his eyelids, his face twisting into a blissful, silent moan. Judging it was too late to stop him anyway, and reckoning a bit of self-indulgence would relax Oulders, Valon finally answered him with a slight shrug. "Yeah, just do that for a while. Not too much, though! We'll get a lot less magic out of you unless I'm the one who gets you to orgasm."

"Okay," Oulders answered; Valon didn't trust that he was going to listen. Sliding over the grass to emerge from behind Oulders's large, twitching body, Valon watched him for a moment, feeling an empathic tingle through his body. Then he tore his eyes away, cursing himself for not being better prepared with a proper container. He grabbed the empty wine bottle, snatching it off the ground to get back to watching Oulders. Following the slow, deliberate strokes with his hungry eyes, Valon waited until Oulders's hand was at the top before interjecting with his own. He nestled in between Oulders's sprawling legs, the muscles starting to shift as control spread through him.

Straight away, Valon noticed more changes in Oulders. The handsome young man's face had started to subtly deform from the one Valon first saw behind the desk, squinting at papers. He was still more than human enough that a complete stranger might take him for a man with large nostrils, perhaps seeming larger because of his overwhelmingly aroused state. The tongue that looked a hint too large to settle in his mouth might give someone pause, as would the twitching in the bristling ridges of his prominent ears. He now appeared to be in need of a shave, and more short hairs clashed in the clefts of his muscles. His human hair matted down, his exposed skin gleaming with an almost-unnatural sweat. Veins shifted and bulged beneath his skin; muscles seemed to quicken of their own accord. The nails on the fingers draped around Oulders's swollen dick were noticeably darker than the should have been. Even his genitals seemed to have changed: the shaft spilled out of his grip, his sack swelling like a filling wineskin.

"Boy, you really were horny, weren't you!" Valon exclaimed, shifting into a comfortable position in front of Oulders. He sniffed the air, catching an unusual smell. It took him a while to place it, then chuckled; it seemed the collar's effects weren't restricted to sight and touch. "Actually, 'horny' might be an even better word to use on you later."

"What do you m-mean?" Oulders asked, his expanding tongue stumbling. Valon pressed the bottle into Oulders's large, sweaty hand, leaving both of his free for to service Oulders's erection. Itching at his chest with his free hand, the growing pelt's short hairs crackled under his scratching fingers. Valon's hand swept down in a smooth, practised slide, and Oulders unleashed a heavy, lusty moan.

"I think you might be turning into a bull," Valon elaborated, closing his eyes to indulge in the experience of fondling another man's hot, straining dick. "Something similar at least. Can't you recognise the smell?" As Oulders raised his scratching arm to sniff himself, Valon shuddered as their erections touched, overwhelming him momentarily with lust.

"Oh? I-is th-that good?" Oulders wondered. To Valon, he sounded almost disinterested; the focus of Oulders's barely-opened eyes seemed to sway in the breeze, from pulsing length to the expanding feeling spreading down his legs. He started scratching again, leaving long red welts on his prickly skin as it was slowly being consumed by the tiny hairs. "Ugh!" he grunted, "So itchy!" His rump squirmed dissatisfied around on the grass.

"All things considered, it's probably one of the best things you could have turned into," Valon answered anyway, enjoying giving his mind a break from his lustful thoughts. He never stopped the measured pumping of Oulders's cock. "Plus, you'll probably produce quite a lot." Although he meant that as a source of magic, it was becoming harder for Valon to concentrate on that. His own manhood was on the verge of exploding, craving attention. His hands were slick from Oulders's overstimulated genitals.

None of it was enough.

Valon wanted nothing more than to caress Oulders's body slowly and tenderly, massaging those large, hairy muscles as he luxuriated in the heat of their bodies pressed closely together; that was just a tiny, rather tame taste for what he wanted the two of them to get up to. Only, he knew he couldn't; Oulders wouldn't last very long, not after months of being pent up, and the collar might very well have been adding to his own natural needs. Oulders's penis was becoming harder to manage, stretching out beyond its earlier limits. Inches of flesh now poked free from the thickening foreskin. He had other worries too, such as where to store Oulder's excess, valuable familiar seed. At the rate Oulders's testes were expanding, a single wine bottle may not be enough. Valon hunted his minds for useful spells.

Oulders moaned. "It feels so good! Everything! Mmm! So good!" His large chest heaved, gulping in lungfuls that seemed to expand his body. Valon, finding Oulders's flesh getting a little too close, scooted back on the grass. There seemed to be no more complaints about the itchiness, or fervent scratching. The majority of his thick, red coat had sprouted, and now were long enough to be less irritating. His face was continuing to shift, the outlines of a bovine muzzle starting to form. Stretching ears stuck out from his head. Pairs of neighbouring fingers began to fuse, the webbing advancing closer to the first set of knuckles. As his armpit shifted as Oulders used his free hand to rub his knee, Valon was treated to a more potent splash of bovine musk. Oulders body was being continually tweaked as much as his continued functioning would allow, then would rest enough to steady before the next wave.

"I'm happy you're enjoying it!" Valon smiled. "I am too." He wished he could be enjoying himself more. Stroking Oulders was satisfying, but his own shaft pleaded and Oulders's pole - clearly no longer just human - required both. He glanced at the bottle in Oulders's grip, and the smile faded; once Oulders lost his hands, this juggling act would probably become even more unmanageable.

A loud, and very bovine, bellow burst from Oulders's mouth. Alarmed, Valon stopped, his eyes catching a glint of falling light. He managed to snatch the falling wine bottle as Oulders brought his hands to his head, the increasingly hoof-like nails on his fingers clattering against the stubs of horns that appeared to have burst through his skin. He grunted, his voice deepened and strained by his transformation and arousal. "H-horns!"

"Careful with those!" Valon advised. He grabbed one of Oulders's hands, and pressed the bottle back into it. The shock over, Valon resumed milking Oulders, his eyes darting quickly to check the transforming legs. The scarred flesh had been consumed by the new pelt, and even more subtle changes were starting to creep into the arrangement of the muscles and bones. Valon pumped slowly, his mind pondering the problem. Suddenly, the solution presented itself. "Oulders, do you think you could use your legs now?"

Oulders stared at Valon, then at his own legs. "D-dunno?" The muscles in them twitched. "Mmmaybe?" He spoke slowly and deliberately, trying to work his changing mouth. "C-can't feel muh-my f-feet yet." Even still, Valon noticed the gleam of excitement in the bovine muddiness that was filling up Oulders's eyes at the thought.

"What about your knees?" Valon looked at Oulders, the handsome young face fading into the visage of a large stud bull; even Oulders's neck was thickening, straining the collar. As Valon had been promised when he obtained it, its magic worked to stretch it out. "I can't keep stroking you and hold the bottle, and I'm worried that your hands might change too much and you'll drop it." Looking at Oulders, and thinking of him fully transformed, added. "Also, it might be good to get you close to being on all fours." Scooting out of the way, reluctantly relinquishing control of Oulders's shaft temporarily, Valon squeezed the bottle in one hand and - stealing a moment for himself - his own grateful cock in the other.

If Oulders was put off by this, he didn't say; he seemed to Valon more focused on himself, having to relearn how to use legs that were transforming with every movement he made. Oulders slouched forwards, hands landing in the grass. The fingers on each hand now branched at the first knuckle, the flesh still merging. Pieces of black, glistening hoof stuck out from where fingernails used to be. His long, semi-bestial shaft swung, leaving a slash of excitement on the grass. Grunting and snorting, Oulders moved his legs. Valon noticed a grass-stained tuft rise above Oulders's rear as he sidled beside him, just in case he needed to assist Oulders's disuse-weakened hips. After giving the distorted feet a quick glance, Valon was distracted by Oulders altering voice crying out in triumph. "I d-did it!"

"Fantastic!" Valon exclaimed, patting him twice on the firm, juicy rump that he wanted to squeeze so badly. "How does it feel?"

"M-magical!" Oulders joked, and the two laughed. Oulders turned, his surprisingly bovine eyes filling with pleading. He shook his rear, causing his cock to swing around beneath him. "Please?"

Valon's hand left away from his cock, hiding a whimper of selfish pain as it throbbed angrily at being ignored again. "Sure, big guy; I'll get back to that soon. I just want a moment to check you out - er, I mean over - and clear my head on the problem of your seed." Lifting his foot, he touched the large, thickened-skin sack dangling between Oulders's thighs. "Given how big those things have gotten, we might need more than this."

"C-could you mmmake a b-" Oulders's thought was interrupted as his word morphed into the loud bellow of a horny bull. He looked embarrassed, and angry, snorting. "Pail!" He said, as if fearing what his traitorous mouth might do instead.

Shaking his head, Valon smiled. "Good idea, but no; I don't think I've got enough magic to create something, not as elaborate as a bucket or milk pail. Maybe I-" Oulders cut him off, bellowing and snorting. Valon was about to quip something, until he noticed the lengthening neck was also straining, and Oulders hand was raised, stabbing at the air. Following Oulders's line of sight, Valon squinted. Walking up his side, giving his broadening back a loving pet, he then scratched at the loose hair on Oulders's head. "Good eye!"

Placing the bottle on the ground, Valon side-stepped away and gestured for Oulders to move; he did so slowly, lumbering and supporting his swelling upper body with one hand, trying to stroke himself with his changing fingers without toppling over. Valon barely noticed, his erection wilting as he poured what he could into the object exchange. Turning both hands simultaneously upwards, he snapped his fingers.

The bottle was gone; the grass was now being squashed by a very worn metal trough, just deep and large enough that Valon thought it'd probably work. Taking a brief glimpse at Oulders hobbling over on his knees, aiming his erection clumsily at the trough, he was struck by just how much he resembled one of the ancient monsters Valon had fantasised about. Shaking this daydream away, he squatted, ignoring his rising cock as he met Oulders part-way, pushing the trough beneath him.

Once it was in place, Valon dropped down, smiling at Oulders. The transformation was progressing at a hastening pace now. Still human enough for Valon to find desirable, Oulders's face was very clearly bovine, with only his old hair and the not-quite-settled features hinting his head was anything but that. Hints of future muscular changes twinged and twitched at his arms and legs, as his hands and feet continued their transformations. His tail swished, already a foot long, as Valon grabbed onto the almost completely formed bull cock hanging out of the thick-skinned sheath encasing it, merging in with the taut skin that wrapped around his balls.

Oulders bellowed as Valon returned to stroking, his own legs growing number by the second as he squatted. He could feel Oulders's already-prolongued orgasm hurtling towards him. Oulders didn't seem shy about very vocally expressing his arousal, bellowing loudly as thick dollops of saliva sprayed from his mouth. Valon's pumping was faster, more intense; he leaned his head against Oulders's rounding side, feeling the heat from the hard, fleshy shaft grow in intensity. He closed his eyes, imagining the oncoming load going into his mouth or ass.

Spraying out heavy and creamy, Oulders's ejaculation caused him to bellow himself hoarse. Valon heard it hit the metal - thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk - as the cum blasted out with a tremendous force. He continued pumping, hearing another, as the smell rose to his nose; thick and overpowering. His body tingled, and his cock rubbed up against his stomach, aching to feel the same way. An electric buzz ran over Valon's skin, realising after precious moments that extra magic was spraying out; still milking Oulders, he mumbled a focusing chant, feeling the power swirling around him. His nipples became erect, and he moaned as if Oulders had fucked him.

Valon rolled back, releasing Oulders cock to continue on its own. He panted, looking up at the sky, feeling the weariness of travel fading as he feasted on the magic and the satisfaction of satisfying Oulders needs. His eyes shifted to the lumbering, minotaur-like figure as its seed continued collecting into the trough, dripping and shooting out. Enjoying the tingle spreading over him, Valon wondered what to do next.