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Pleasure Island By Travisbuchanan

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Most scoffed when they first heard the name, far too busy with their lives to concern themselves with what seemed like a faraway fantasy. A place is hidden away from the world that could only be reached by boat, and the ship held humans and anthros. There was too much segregation between the two; the owner declared -- so he created a place where all desires could be fulfilled, a place of hedonism and carnal delight. He'd named it Pleasure Island after the fact, though the name evoked snickers and jokes about a certain long-nosed boy.

There was only one caveat: the island had a balance that had to be maintained. Humans and anthros had never been able to get along well, not since the anthros had started appearing in the world -- dimensional refugees of a sort, escaping from a disaster that had torn their world apart. Had that been the extent of it, the anthros might have become a new sort of second-class citizen, marginalized and ostracized until a new civil rights movement eventually propelled them to be entirely accepted.

As was always the case, though, the situation was far more complex. The anthropomorphs were not the only things to come across whatever dimensional tear had been created. Fragments of their world came along with it, merging seamlessly with the planet as though they had always been there; buildings suddenly had twice the number of offices, despite occupying the same amount of space, defying the very basic laws of reality. As many humans found themselves abruptly lost in an anthropomorph city as anthros in a human city.

For a time, there was chaos -- but as people are to do in times such as these, they quickly found a temporary solution, segregating themselves into their cities. What was meant to be temporary, however, quickly became permanent; no one wanted to put effort into finding a solution that would work for both species, and there was no pressure to change what was already working.

And so it went. That was the normal state of the world -- humans doing their own, human things in their human cities, and anthros doing much the same. There was an interaction between the two, of course; how could there not be? But the nature of the dimensional collision meant there was twice as much space on the planet now, fragments of non-euclidean geometry that permeated the globe.

There was a time that wars were fought over these unique spaces, but even that cooled down over time; there was too little research that could be reasonably done, and there wasn't much about it that could be weaponized. There was turmoil, and then there was peace -- such was the way of the world.

Pleasure Island was born from that peace. One mysterious benefactor with a little more money and power than most was able to get ahold of a small island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. That island, unbeknownst to those that had sold the land to him, was far larger than it appeared; it had been no trouble at all to get all the facilities he needed in place.

Word spread quickly. Months passed, and what had begun as a private paradise promptly blossomed into a booming business; it helped, of course, that the benefactor of the island had particular abilities that could boost its success. The island was rumored to help those within it find their true selves.

Perhaps that was what had brought Matt and John to it.

The two were dragons, though they were dragons of the anthropomorphic variety. They were remarkably similar to the human legends of old but for the fact that they stood on two legs instead of four, and are only a little taller than the average human.

Matt's scales were an iridescent blue, and he was the older brother of the pair. He wore a contemplative look on his face as he lounged back on the deck, soaking the sun into his scales. He appreciated the fact that there were chairs with holes cut into them for his wings and his tail -- it was rare to see accommodations for anthros on a human-made ship. Of course, the Contessa was hardly an ordinary ship; it had been built for the express purpose of conveying both humans and anthros to Pleasure Island.

And that was where they were heading. It had been John who convinced him to go in the first place. Matt had always been the more responsible of the pair; the idea of an island of hedonism hardly appealed to him. John had insisted, however, and he had eventually acquiesced if only because he didn't want his brother to head there alone.

The last thing Pleasure Island needed was an out-of-control John. He'd seen how his brother acted when he was drunk.

John didn't seem to notice any of his brother's deliberations. He was whooping loudly -- and rather obnoxiously, in truth -- as he ran across the deck, enjoying the sensation of the sea breeze across his sapphire-blue scales. His well-built body drew the attention of several women, and John only encouraged them all with a flirtatious wink whenever he noticed.

Matt rolled his eyes. Trust John to act out on the ship.

"Come on, Matt! What are you doing just sitting there? We're on vacation! Enjoy yourself! Hit up some ladies!" All of a sudden, John was right in his face, having pounced right into Matt's chair. The older dragon grimaced slightly as the chair wobbled, threatening to topple over from their combined weight. He wondered, absently, if his brother was even aware how full of innuendo his actions were; even now, he could see some of John's potential suitors turn away with disappointed looks on their faces. No doubt, they assumed he was John's lover.

He snorted. That couldn't be farther from the truth. "I'm sunbathing," Matt said pointedly, stretching his wings out behind the chair and giving them a flap. The draft was strong enough to catch John's wings, throwing him off balance and knocking the younger dragon off. "And stop jumping on me like that. Even our parents think we're banging in secret."

"Just because I'm affectionate doesn't mean I want to fuck you." John folded his arms, giving him a mock pout as he got back up to his feet.

"I know that. No one else does," Matt replied dryly. "We're about to hit the shore, anyway. You should get down."

John scoffed. "What are you talking about? There's nothing near the ship, and even if there was--"

THUD.

The entire ship shook as it rammed into an island that hadn't been there before. John stumbled instantly, falling over onto his ass; Matt, on the other hand, simply stared down at his brother while perched safely on his chair. There was a bemused expression on his face. "You know, for someone as excited about this trip as you are, I would have expected you to do more research on the landing process."

"Look, there were a lot more interesting things on the brochure, okay?" John grumbled. He looked up, only to find that Matt was already heading off towards their cabin. "Hey, wait up--!"

"I know there were. You gave me back the brochure with all the pages stuck together," Matt shouted over his shoulder, and John abruptly blushed as half the men and women on the ship turned to look at him. He hid his face under a wing, cursing his brother under his breath -- but he knew not to bait Matt any more than he already had, lest he wanted to be further embarrassed.

At least they'd be on Pleasure Island soon. John felt that familiar thrill of adventure rising up within him -- a whole island dedicated to nothing but sex and debauchery! Sure, there had been a good deal of warnings in the brochure, but he'd simply skimmed through them. As if a dragon needed to worry about an absurd thing like a warning. John was more than capable of protecting himself, and Matt even more so.

It wasn't long before the sandy shores of Pleasure Island were beneath their feet -- and John gazed in awe at the bustling city before him. That was the best word for it, really; it may have called itself Pleasure Island, but it was practically a city, albeit one for adults. The place was lit up before them, neon signs advertising all sorts of niche delights. Casinos, adult toys, brothels...

And there were all sorts of people, from humans to anthros to creatures that he wasn't even sure fit in either category. While the place wasn't openly sexual as John initially thought -- no one was strutting naked through the streets, for instance -- there was plenty to imply it was a place for adults; the shadows in the alleyway, for instance, housed warm bodies thrusting against each other. His sensitive draconic ears could pick up soft groans of pleasure and dirty whispers beneath the bustle of the crowd.

"Hey, Matt?" John turned to his brother, wearing a wide grin on his maw. "This place is awesome."

"...It is pretty cool," Matt admitted reluctantly. The dragon certainly hadn't been expecting to like the place -- the brochures had repulsed him more than anything else. Being there, however, was a vastly different experience than the pictures. He'd assumed the whole place to be little more than an island of shallow pleasures, yet it struck him that it was more appropriately a place of passion for new experiences.

Not quite as shallow as he'd thought, then. Or perhaps it was merely the hint of musk in the air that was influencing his desires, causing his blood to pump a little more quickly through his body.

"I knew you'd like it!" John exclaimed. Matt sighed, but he allowed a small smile to play across his muzzle as his brother led him through the streets. It wasn't all that often that his brother was right, but it did pay off when he was. "Oh, wow. Matt, look over here."

"What?" Matt turned slightly -- and frowned when he caught sight of the shop his brother was pulling them towards, folding his arms and planting his feet in disapproval. It was a smoke shop. Human drugs. "No, John. You are not dragging us in there."

"Oh, come on, don't be such a tightass," his brother urged. "You gotta let a little loose every once in a while!"

"You know what that sounded like, right?" Matt rose a brow at his brother. John shrugged.

"Yeah, so? We're on Pleasure Island. I'm gonna be as weird as I want." The dragon stuck his tongue out, then yelped as his brother blew flame all over his face. It wasn't enough to hurt John, of course; he was a dragon, and he had a natural immunity to flame. It didn't mean it didn't still hurt and singe his tongue just slightly, though. "Ow! Fuck!"

"John, we don't know anything about this," Matt pointed out. "I'm sure you've heard a lot about how it is for humans, but we have no idea if dragons would have an adverse reaction to it."

"That's ridiculous," John scoffed. "This is Pleasure Island! It isn't some human city. This place is specifically built for anthros and humans -- you think they wouldn't have done the research to make sure everything is safe? I'm sure they'll warn us if it doesn't work with dragons."

Matt paused for a moment, considering John's words, then sighed and threw an exasperated look at his brother. "I don't like it when you're logical."

"Can't come up with an argument, can you?" John grinned, smug. "I read about it in the brochure. It's perfectly safe, and they'll let us know if it hasn't been tested with our species yet. Besides, we're going to be leaving this place in two weeks -- do you really want to leave without having tried everything?"

Matt, in truth, wanted to point out that he was perfectly fine with not trying everything -- that was a fast way to exhaust them both. Instead, he shook his head and gave his brother a little smile. It was hard to deny John when the younger dragon got this excited about something.

"Yes!" John cheered, taking the implied acceptance for what it was. He didn't wait, grabbing Matt's hand and dragging it into the shop. They burst through the curtains that covered the entrance -- or at least, John did. Matt was simply dragged in with his younger brother.

"Welcome." The only occupant of the shop didn't seem at all surprised by the rude manner of their entrance. It was some sort of alligator anthro, as best as Matt and John could identify, dressed in an immaculate white suit and smiling pleasantly at the two of them. His voice was surprisingly deep, with a rich timbre to it that made both dragons feel immediately at ease. "My name is Magnus, and I am the owner. How may I help you, two fine young gentlemen?"

"We were wondering if the stuff you sell here is safe for dragons," Matt spoke before John could say a word, knowing that his younger brother would jump right into it if given a chance. Magnus, thankfully, seemed to understand -- he gave them both a smile and reached for a packet on the shelf behind him with remarkably delicate, yellow-tipped claws.

"This will do the trick for you, I think," Magnus told them, giving them an enigmatic wink. How he was able to make a wink enigmatic was beyond Matt, but he'd certainly managed to do the job. "It's on the house. First-time customers, and all that. Enjoy."

"Really?" Matt was surprised; the price on the packet was positively exorbitant; at over two hundred dollars just for an ounce of the thing. It wasn't a species he recognized from his human studies class, either -- not one of the traditional breeds of cannabis, anyway. Cannabis asinine. The hell kind of a name is that?

"Of course." Magnus smiled benevolently, handing Matt the packet and gesturing towards a door at the back of the room. "You may smoke in there. A little privacy for you both -- the first time can be a little strange."

If Matt hadn't been overwhelmed by the generosity of the shop owner, he might have noticed the ominous tone with which Magnus had said those last few words. Instead, he thanked the alligator profusely, and probably would have done so for a good while longer if John hadn't physically taken hold of him and dragged him into the room.

They were high in a grand total of about three seconds after figuring out how to smoke the thing. As it turned out, Dragonfire and cannabis was particularly reactive and released, perhaps a little higher dose of tetrahydrocannabinol than intended.

"Fuck." That was John. The dragon had sat down on the bench to steady himself, and his eyes were glazed over as he took in another breath of the rich, pleasant smoke. There was a tingling sensation all over his body, like a thousand little fingers dancing over his scales, whether that was "Fuck. That feels good."

"It's... not too bad," Matt admitted. "Better than I thought it would be."

"And we got it for free." John giggled, smiling broadly. "Man, that guy was awesome. Magnus, right? Awesome."

"He's pretty cool," Matt nodded agreeably, laying back on the bench. It was a little too hot, he decided; he could feel every pinprick of sensation, and the fabric of his clothes rubbing against his scales was starting to bother him. Fumbling slightly with the buttons, he managed to pull off his shirt, folding it neatly on the bench beside him.

He wasn't the only one to do so; across the room, his brother was doing much the same and having far more trouble with the buttons on his shirt. Eventually, John let out a frustrated growl and simply ripped his shirt off; it wasn't like anyone would care if he wandered the streets with his shirt open.

"Dude." Matt found himself saying. He couldn't take his eyes away from his younger brother's glistening scales. "Dude..."

"What?" John asked, slightly bemused. That wasn't particularly like his brother.

"Dude," Matt repeated. "You're hot."

"Don't be ridiculous," John said, but he found himself smiling broadly at the idea that his older brother found him attractive. Hah. That was... that was strangely amusing. It probably would have weirded him out, not too long ago, but there was nothing wrong with this, right? This was just... a bonding session. They were trying new things. Besides, he'd been the one to insist on all of this. Giving his brother a private little show was the least he could do.

"I'm not," Matt insisted, pulling himself off the bench and walking over to his brother. He stared, for a moment, at those gleaming blue scales -- at the well-defined muscle beneath his hide. Both Matt and John were the type to take good care of themselves physically, and it was something that showed.

He put his hand on his younger brother's chest. John stared at him, but the younger dragon did nothing to stop him -- not even when his fingers began to trace the outline of his muscles, his claws scraping with surprising gentleness across his scales.

"You know I'm straight, right?" John asked as if to make sure. He still did nothing to stop his brother -instead, he watched the claw with a strange sort of fascination, shivering a bit as it traced sensually across his chest. It felt good. His body was strangely sensitive to touch, and what would he would have barely felt before felt instead like a lover's caress.

"Me too," Matt told him. He was; both he and his brother had tried to pick up women together, and he'd never been interested in the male form before now. His thoughts strayed before he could overthink about it. "You look really, really good, though."

There was an awkward, pregnant pause. John's eyes wandered as he was momentarily distracted, shifting across the room, then back to his brother, then downwards to his brother's tenting pants. He was surprised to find that his own pants were tented, too; his cock had slid out of its slit and was straining eagerly against his shorts.

"You look pretty good, too," John said. He felt odd; his heart was racing, even though it had no real reason to be doing so. His brother's fingers were still splayed across his chest, and he fidgeted slightly with his pants, uncomfortable with the way his erection pressed against the fabric.

"Heh, I know." Matt grinned a familiar, dorky grin at his younger brother. He wasn't usually this open with his brother, but something about the weed made him less cautious about his words, a little crasser. "Fuck, too bad, we're both into women, eh? I'm horny as fuck."

"You're not the only one," John chuckled, grinning a bit dopily. He stared at his brother in the eyes, and Matt stared back; for a moment, time seemed to cease. The two brothers were far more aware of each other at that moment than they had ever been before; their brains registered everything, from the rugged nature of their breaths to the faint hint of musk as their arousal permeated the air.

"Fuck," Matt said again. His hand trailed a little further down John's chest -- from those bulging pecs to the pack of abs beneath, finding himself unable to tear his eyes away. He'd never been interested in the male form. It was always the soft, petite woman that he liked. Their bodies squirming against him, soft gasps against his ear... Yet now he found it was his own brother that turned him on the most, and while he should have seen it strange that his mind had been changed so quickly, he instead found it hot.

What was more, something... something about his desires were changing. He'd never once considered submitting, even though a girlfriend of his had asked him to let her top. Matt simply wasn't interested in being submissive. Now, however, the thought of pleasing his brother -- of being used by him -- turned him on.

"John. Maybe we should... help each other out. Just this once. We're both horny, and there aren't any girls here, and Magnus told us we'd have privacy." Matt couldn't believe he was saying this. He was the responsible one, and yet here he was, offering to do... this.

John stared at his brother. He found himself strangely amenable to the idea; indeed, his cock was hard, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it in a warm hole no matter the source. It was so unlike his brother to offer that he was almost concerned -- but he convinced himself that Matt was finally accepting their vacation for what it was, a time to let loose and simply enjoy.

Besides, he couldn't help but notice how handsome a specimen Matt was, from his well-build body to the sharp angles of his face. His cock throbbed in his pants as he stared, and then he spoke.

"Well," he started. "It's too hot for my pants, so I'm going to take them off."

Not quite an answer -- but more than likely as close to an answer as Matt was going to get. The older brother watched in fascination as his brother pulled off his pants, feeling saliva gather in his maw; he wanted nothing more than to stuff that thick, meaty length into his mouth.

"You have a really nice cock, man," Matt said slowly. His eyes were fixated on the throbbing bit of flesh. John was lying back against the bench, his legs spread open just slightly in the invitation; there was a faint sheen of sweat on his scales that seemed to almost shimmer, and it made the man all the more attractive. In his state of mind, Matt didn't consider for a moment that his brother was a dragon and that dragons were not supposed to sweat.

Instead, he knelt down, his own fingers teasing at the bulge in his pants -- and then, hesitantly, he poked his tongue out and licked across the base of John's cock.

Fuck, but it tasted good. It was intense, almost verging on pungent, coated with slime from the dragon's slit and the precum that had begun to drip from the tip of his tapered cock. John let out a soft grunt above him, either from surprise or pleasure -- but the younger dragon did nothing to stop him, either way. If anything, the way he shifted and let out a soft little moaned seemed to be his way of encouraging his big brother.

This was weird for both of them -- but John figured that this was their time in Pleasure Island, and they might as well explore whatever they could, even if that happened to be one another. Matt, on the other hand, simply couldn't bring himself to care; it felt too good for him to stop. Too right. There was a wanton need building up inside of him, a desire for cock that was rapidly forming into an obsession, though the older dragon wasn't yet aware of how pervasive that desire was.

A few more tentative licks, and then suddenly the older of the two opened his maw wide, swallowing that entire thick length into his mouth. John hissed out with pleasure as that warm, wet cavern wrapped abruptly around his shaft; his hips jerked upwards involuntarily, hard enough that it nearly made Matt gag. "Fuck, bro," John groaned. "Give me a warning before you do that."

"You're not complaining," Matt retorted. His words were muffled around John's cock, of course, but his brother knew what he was saying nonetheless; growling, the younger dragon wrapped a hand around the back of his brother's head, forcing it down on his cock.

This time, Matt didn't gag. A good third of John's shaft slid smoothly into his throat, and his tongue slid and wrapped teasingly around the rest; for a dragon that had never done this before, he was remarkably good at what he was doing. He bobbed his head up and down a few times, at least as much as John allowed, and the younger dragon moaned out his pleasure as his slut of a brother took his cock like a pro.

Except... that didn't seem right. Did it? Matt had always been the more straight-and-narrow of the two. John was prone to wild experimentation; Matt stuck to what was safe, and he certainly wasn't the type to give in entirely to his instincts. There was a hunger burning in the older dragon's eyes that hadn't been there before.

Any questioning thoughts he might have had about the situation fled immediately when Matt's tongue dove into his genital slit, licking and teasing at the sensitive flesh where his cock emerged. The dragon let out a moan of pleasure at the taste. Briefly, he couldn't help but wonder why he'd never done this before. It tasted so good, that combination of musk and salt and draconic flesh... He sucked and swallowed, slurping quickly along the entire, massive length.

John groaned, waves of pleasure flowing through him. He felt a burst of need, of desire -- not only to satisfy himself but to use his older brother the way he was meant to be used. If Matt insisted on acting like such a slut, then John would treat him like one. He could already imagine the dragon on his knees, begging to be fucked, his face coated in draconic seed.

He was so focused on that internal fantasy that he barely noticed the fact that his wings were beginning to shrink.

"Bend over," John growled instead. He was acting on impulse and instinct, now, working on whatever compulsions were planted in his mind by the strange drug they had both consumed. Matt obeyed, and John's claws easily ripped apart the older dragon's clothing to show off a tight, virgin ass. Almost automatically, Matt rose his tail, spreading his legs for his brother; he didn't quite know what was coming, except for the fact that he wanted it, and he wanted it badly. "Good boy."

That made Matt harder, somehow, the words appealing to some primal instinct for submission deep within him. The older dragon's cock was rock-hard between his legs, and if either one of them had bothered to look, they would have seen the cause. The tapered tip of his cock was slowly ballooning, flattening out into a broad, flared head; the urethral hole became more of a slit. At the same time, the whole shaft began to lengthen, stretching out like a length of putty.

Any single one of these details might have been enough to make them both realize that something was wrong -- but Matt and John were far too lost in their lust. With a grunt, John pushed slowly into his brother, the natural lubricant on his cock, allowing him to slide past the protective rim of Matt's asshole easily. The older dragon let out a hiss of discomfort and pleasure as John did so, claws digging into the ground -- but those claws were retracting back into his hand, giving him blunted normal digits.

Matt's eyes were shut, however, and he noticed nothing of his changes. He was focused instead on that delicious sensation of a thick, slippery cock inside of him, sliding smoothly through his passage. Where the appeal was, he couldn't say -- all he knew was that the throbbing shaft filled him with waves of warmth and pleasure, and it scrambled his mind enough that all he could do was think of his desire for more. He gasped out in a hoarse, rasping voice, forehead pressing into the ground as he raised his ass even further. "Fuck," he moaned out, twitching his slowly thinning tail and then pushing back against his younger brother. He grunted as he felt that cock slide even deeper into him, felt a whorish little whine escape from his maw. "Fuck, that feels good, John..."

"You bet it does," John grunted, shoving his cock even deeper into his brother. It was strange, but it felt like his shaft was getting longer and longer; each time, he tried to pull out to shove himself back in, and each time he didn't quite seem to reach the end of his length.

It wasn't enough for him to be concerned about it. He was too focused on how tight his older brother was, how that warm passage seemed to flex around the entire length of his shaft, massaging the whole thing all at once. John squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a low groan of his pleasure; already, he could feel his orgasm starting to build, that familiar pressure rising up deep within him...

And it was because he squeezed his eyes shut that he didn't see the changes start to accelerate. His scales slid back into his skin painlessly, replaced quickly by swaths of gray fur; all he felt, however, was a draft of warmth across his body. It began across his feet, slowly climbing up across his legs, his stomach, his chest...

Still, he didn't notice. John's hands were gripped tightly on to his brother's shoulders, and he let out heavy, shuddering breaths that became more and more erratic as the pleasure continued to build. Fuck, it felt like he was being held right at the edge of his climax -- it felt like he needed to use his older brother to abuse that tight little hole until it was loose and dripping with his seed.

The younger of the two snarled as he felt his urges turning more animalistic. All that mattered were those thrusts, the feeling of his brother's hole squelching around his cock, the desperate little moans that Matt let out with each snap of his hips.

John's snout -- usually sharp and angled -- began to round out, his instead normally threatening features becoming harmless and blunted. Stiff, draconic ears became the floppier ones of a donkey, of all creatures; had John actually been aware of his changes, he might have protested. He was too consumed by the moment; however, shuddering, heated breaths escaped his lips as he pounded into Matt, flames licking at the edges of his teeth.

"Want me to fuck you harder, big bro?" John barely recognized the words that came out of his own mouth, but it sent a thrill of arousal through him to be able to say them. Matt whimpered beneath him.

The bigger, more responsible dragon of the two -- and now he was raising his ass for him, begging for his cock. He saw the powerful, thick tail that Matts own somehow dwindling, pushing back into his body. That change that should have alarmed him only turned him on, even when the tuft of hair grew at the end. To think that his older brother was so eager for his cock...

"Please," Matt whispered against the ground, his tail waving about frantically. His legs were spread wide, and beneath them, his cock dripped with his lust. His body was undergoing those changes more rapidly now, and John could see every single one of them. His older brother was turning into a donkey.

Good. All the better, for a slut like Matt. He vaguely recognized that he was going through his own changes, but quickly dismissed the thought; even if he did turn, just like his brother, it was Matt that was the slut for his cock. He'd established his position, his dominance.

"I want to hear you beg, big bro," John said, his tone almost mocking. Furry hands reached out to grab hold of the submissive donkey's ears, yanking Matt's head back so that he could whisper heated words to his older brother. "Do that for me, and I'll fuck you as hard as you want."

Matt was harder than he had ever been in his life. There was only one thought in his mind, and that thought was of his brother -- of John -- using him again and again, fucking him or making him suck him off whenever and wherever he wanted. Less than an hour ago, he would have rejected the notion; now, his body yearned for it in a way that made his blood race and his cock throb.

"Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, then tried again. "Please. I-- I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside of me. I need you to fuck me so hard that I can't fucking walk tomorrow, just -- just please--!"

John didn't need to hear any more. The half-dragon, half-donkey let out a sound that was somewhere between a roar and a snarl, slamming so hard into his older brother that Matt was jerked forward and slid against the floor; he gripped tight onto Matt's shoulders to pull him back, only to repeat the thrust.

That warm hole almost seemed to suck eagerly at his shaft, encouraging him to go harder, faster. He was so lost in the frenzy of his thrusts that he didn't notice his tail pulling back into his body the same way Matt's had, didn't notice his claws blunting into fingers or his feet growing into hooves. All he knew was that there was an odd sensation over his body, like a thousand hands caressing him all at once.

At the same time, his brother was moaning -- and these were no longer the restrained, gasping little sounds that Matt had made at the beginning of their coupling. No, this was a full-on moan of a slut of a man who wanted nothing but cock to fill him again and again. His brother, now little more than a slave to cock...

The thought was enough to make him cum.

The transformation was complete by the time John cried out with his climax, a gasp of pleasure accompanying that peak of white-hot pleasure that flooded into his brother's hole. His cock jerked and spasmed as his seed spurted into his brother, filling up that warm ass with his virile load.

Matt, on the other hand, moaned out loud at the sensation -- no, he brayed out, kicking his hooved feet eagerly against the ground. His donkey cock, throbbing between his legs, jerked up and sprayed his seed all over his chest and the floor. Once, twice, three times... It was a small wonder that he didn't hit his face as well, from the sheer force of his climax.

It was only then that they opened their eyes.

There was surprise and shock, yes -- but both were overwhelmed by the sheer attraction they felt for one another, how strangely, oddly right their change was. John pulled out slowly, his cock flopping out of the wet hole with a soft little squelch, and his seed dribbled out of the loosened, flexing hole. Already, he was wondering when he could use it again.

The two brothers kissed. If there was any question of their sexuality before, it was gone now; they were truly gay, and some aspect of their minds seemed to accept this as though it had always been the case. Their kiss was passionate, deep, tongues wrestling with one another -- and it was only interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

Magnus smiled at the two, completely unperturbed by their transformation and the naked, cum-covered state of their bodies. "Ah, I see you two are ready. I have a bit of a request -- could the two of you take over this shop for me? You will be compensated, of course."

"Of course, sir," Matt replied automatically, feeling a silly little smile steal across his face. He wondered, fleetingly, why he'd ever worried about this -- but his brother grabbed his hand, and any doubt fled his mind. He didn't question the fact that Magnus seemed to expect their transformation, nor the fact that he would now have to stay on the island.

All he knew was that he had his brother and that this was where he and his brother were meant to be.