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Sohomo Seduced

The stage was set, literally.

A good distance from the shoreline but still with a view of the water, there was a massive stage complete with speakers, pyrotechnics, lights and so much more. Naturally, the colours of the American flag were everywhere and there was an enormous version right behind the stage. The bands were doing sound testing and already some ‘Springers’ were on their way to investigate. The Sohomo they knew was so much more than what they had anticipated. Social media was blowing up - well, as much as one can expect when the hashtag referred to a town hardly anyone knew about.

All part of the plan, naturally.

Darryl Braid watched with his paws proudly on his hips from his office atop the big, Department building. The offices which sat atop the huge mall they had constructed was now the tallest structure in all of Sohomo. Even in the air-conditioned environment, however, he still had to stand in his bright red speedo as he was already starting to feel the effects of his body producing an exuberant amount of heat. Not that he minded. There was a time when he would have been extremely uncomfortable wearing nothing but a speedo that barely contained his enormous package but these days, it was just part of life; a life he absolutely loved.

There came a knock on the door and he glanced over his shoulder, his long, black dreadlocks waving lightly with the gesture. “Come in,” he purred.

The big, wooden double door to his office swung open. Though he was the one of the more senior agents in Sohomo, he didn’t have the biggest office. The biggest ‘office’ was the department pool which sat on the rooftop. The huge Olympic-sized pool was likewise being prepared for the ‘after dark’ activities later on this evening. Similar events were being planned all over Sohomo to ‘diplomatically convince’ the Springers and bring them into the fold of the Department.

The cute features of Ulric Webber brightened the already sunny day and Braid found himself getting hard at the sight of the muscled, lean, trim otter wearing nothing but that slimming black speedo. Ulric was carrying a tablet in one paw and a water bottle in the other. It was fairly standard for Breakers to carry some form of hydration with them wherever they go.

“Got the projections for you, boss,” said the otter, waving the tablet in the air. “We’re not expecting as much people as last year but it’s still going to be in the thousands.”

He took the tablet and began looking over the numbers. While he did so, Ulric instinctively wrapped his meaty arms around the lion’s slim waist and began to rub his fingers over the hardening leonine dick.

“The Office is ready to pick up any women that want to be converted?” he asked, finishing his question with a soft moan.

“Yep. They’ve got their agents posing either as locals or are locals and other Springers to guide them towards the Office and keep them out of our hair while we get the guys.”

He leaned towards the otter, giving the cute mustelid a little kiss on the lips. “What about our agents over at Les Bien?”

“They’ll work the guys over that go there and bring them here for the party at the end of the week!”

“Hmmm…” he mumbled softly, his lips instinctively gravitating towards the otter’s. There was no need for formalities or foreplay. The heat radiating from Ulric belied the otter’s need. His speedo - Chief - liquefied, crawling into his ass and entering him. He could never get used to that sensation. From the front, his cock was freed from being restrained due to societal norm and physics. That feeling of blood rushing into his member, filling the spongy appendage with mass while his balls were finally freed of their confines was akin to growing erect. Even if he wasn’t at full mast yet, that sensation alone was enough to get him going. The simultaneous sensation of his symbiont entering him was nothing short of ecstasy. The hot, molten liquid of his symbiont seeping into his sensitive hole, filling him and seeping through his body was almost as good as having another Breaker stuff him with cock and cum.

Almost.

There was an existential quality to the merger that could not be matched even if he were to be fucked by a guy he really liked. Merging with his symbiont completely was like being reconnected with a part of his mind that he wasn’t aware he was missing. Many of his colleagues likened it to discovering how to masturbate and that their dicks were for more than just pissing for the first time. Everything was brighter, his mind expanded and his flesh tingled with anticipation.

He kept the left side of his desk clear for a reason.

Grabbed Ulric by the waist, he lifted the otter into the air while their lips passionately clashed; tongues mashing and muzzles intertwined in a furious dance. He lowered Ulric gently onto the cold desk, causing the otter to gasp as some of his heat was taken by the metal. Braid fixed that by leaning down and gently nibbling on that juicy cock currently hidden by those speedos.

“What about the roads?” he rumbled softly right into Ulric’s massive balls.

“Being watched,” moaned the otter, resting his big feet against the lion’s shoulders. “We’re keeping track of everyone that goes in and out.”

At that moment, Ulric’s cock burst from his speedos like a leviathan breaching the ocean waves. His symbiont immediately turned into black goo and slipped into the otter’s ass. Braid followed the bands of black fluid, breathing in the otter’s musk and gently poking the sensitive hole with his rough tongue. He asked something but with his face covered by those basketball-sized balls and cupped by those bubble-like glutes, Ulric couldn’t hear him.

“What was that?” came the soft, barely contained moan.

Braid grinned as he pulled away from Ulric. That hole now perfectly prepared, his own gargantuan cock rose; a serpent striking at it’s target. Lightning fast, he entered the man beneath him. The moan they emitted was in perfect harmony; they had done this many times before after all. He leaned past Ulric’s enormous cock, pressing his lips against the other’s in a long passionate kiss punctured by grunts as he shoved inch after blissful inch into the needy hole.

“I said,” he grunted. “What are your plans for tonight, hot stuff?”

Ulric wrapped his arms around Braid’s broad shoulders, his fingers sliding through the lion’s black dreadlocks. His darkened eyes met with Braid; sclera turned black by his merger with his symbiont, Watch. “Trent is coming back from his fishing trip today. Probably going to get fucked by him tonight.”

The feline grinned hungrily. “You up to being double stuffed?”

Ulric playfully bobbed his head from side to size. “Well… Blaine always gets first dibs on Trent but between the four of us, I’m sure I can take all of your monster dicks.”

Braid laughed as he slid his long, cock in and out of the otter beneath him. Even with the massive length, Ulric was more than capable of taking it. No other normal fur would be capable of such a feat. No other normal fur would be able to take three massive cocks either. Yet, Breakers always found a way. It was a necessary part of life.

No matter how much they cooled themselves, only cumming would ever give them that long-lasting respite.

So they had to always be cumming.

The fucking was just a means to an end.

Not that they didn’t like it.

The company was good too.

Braid leaned down, nibbling on the head of Ulric’s long cock. “Sounds like a plan. By the end of this week, we’ll have completed our Zero-Protocol.”

“Fuuuuck…”moaned Ulric. “We can’t wait!” He bit his lower lip.

“And you know what?” Braid said with a grin. “Neither can we.”

Without another word, he wrapped his lips around Ulric’s member and began to suck.

It didn’t take long for either man to cum. This time, there was no need to make sure either of them consumed every drop of the other’s seed. Ulric roared, clutching the edge of Braid’s desk as his cock erupted. Braid drank a good portion of it but then pulled his muzzle away, gladly pointing his cock up straight into the ceiling. The blast was so powerful it splattered against the white tiles above them, raining back down and splattering them both with warmth. At the same time, Braid’s own cock erupted into Ulric. He shot one, two, three loads into the otter before pulling out and letting the torrent splash all over the filled ass and the otter beneath him.

Within moments, both men were completely covered in cum.

Their arms wrapped around one another, Braid pulling Ulric back to his feet as they both wandered towards the windows overlooking Sohomo. Ulric leaned on his shoulder affectionately, one arm around his waist.

Braid beamed, unable to contain his excitement to the point that his still erect-cock was pressing up against the glass.

“This is going to be the best Spring Break ever.”

******

Richard Thompson had been looking forward to Spring Break for the entire year. A local of Les Bien, he had grown up surrounded by older people as the town had a mostly ageing population. His parents had him late into their forties so they were approaching retirement age even if he was just going to graduate from community college on a nursing degree. For years, the rather portly raccoon had been pestered by his parents about all that they did for him and thus how much they were looking forward to him taking care of them when they were old and decrepit. Retirement was just around the corner for the 60-something couple and neither of them would stop passive-aggressively mentioning every so often that they thought nursing homes were terrible.

But that was in the future and for now, Richard was looking forward to getting some time away from his parents and hanging out with people his own age. A natural extrovert, he got along with everyone. His classmates called him a social chameleon because he just had that kind of aura and personality that was easy to get along with. Many commented that he could easily be a politician or run for public office because he was so likable. Sadly, his parents didn’t want to move from Les Bien and wherever they went, he went.

Except when it came to Spring Break.

He tried not to think of this as his last Spring Break before he’d be committed to working a local nursing home and get stuck in Les Bien forever. He tried not to think of the fact that this would probably be the last time he’d ever leave Les Bien until his parents passed away. He definitely tried not to think about the idea that when he worked at a nursing home, he’d be constantly surrounded by the ageing population that would slowly sap the life and youth from his bones while death loomed constantly over his shoulder.

No. Today was the first day of Spring Break and he was going to have fun.

As was the custom, he made the three hour drive over to Sohomo. He was looking forward to the idea of crashing the Fletcher’s party - Blaine never really hired any security so anyone could get in. For the next week or so, he’d be partying, getting drunk and fucking as much as possible.

What he didn’t expect, however, was the sheer number of people in Sohomo and how much it had changed. There were big signs greeting the ‘Springers’ and huge American Flags being flown everywhere. The massive, modern mall where the old warehouse district was definitely a new feature as was the seaside stage which he assumed would mean a pretty damn concert later on. What surprised him the most, however, was the amazingly chiselled and handsome guys standing around in little more than swimwear handing out fliers.

“Hey! Make sure to come to the party tonight!” greeted one of the guys in nothing but what seemed like a strained speedo. That package couldn’t be real.

“Uh… Thanks,” Richard rumbled, taking the flier. He was immediately hustled along as more and more people crowded the new boardwalk. Little wonder. There were brand new shops, a huge mall and everything was so much cleaner. From the previous years, he remembered that the warehouse district was absolutely a wreck.

He was genuinely excited to explore the place.

“Free samples!”

His ears perked in the direction of the announcement. Near the front of the mall was a huge stand where some more guys wearing speedos were tossing bottles towards a crowd that had gathered. Richard, who stood at a respectable 6’1’’ tilted his head in curiosity as those bottles were handed out. It piqued his curiosity that there were only guys in the crowd but considering how densely packed they were, he guessed the girls were off in the back to avoid getting squished.

“Heads up!”

Richard immediately lifted a paw into the air and one of the bottles struck it. He instinctively grabbed it and regarded the label while he began moving back towards the rear of the crowd.

“Breaker Brew, huh?” he read. The bottle was a deep blue colour and the juice itself looked kind of milky white and opaque. It reminded him a little of Japanese milk tea. There were even what appeared to be pearls or tapioca balls inside. With a shrug, he twisted off the cap and took a sip.

It was mostly sweet but those pearls were oddly salty. When he popped them on his tongue, there was a burst of saltiness that balanced perfectly with the sweet of the blue juice. A bolt of lightning coursed through his veins and suddenly lit a spark in his mind like he had just downed ten cups of coffee. He needed to move.

Being an overweight guy, Richard wasn’t that used to physical activity but with this drink, he felt like he could swim across the Atlantic Ocean and back. He was bouncing on his feet and before he knew what he was doing, he had reached the end of the public side of the wharf and had nowhere else to go. Another sip of the drink and that electricity intensified; a little too intense, in fact. It almost felt like there was lightning bottled up underneath his flesh and slowly cooking him from the inside. An uncomfortable prickling from heat rose up from just beneath his skin. He was starting to sweat from underneath his white shirt and his shorts were starting to ride up and stick to his thighs, making walking somewhat uncomfortable.

To his dismay, the bottle of the cool drink was empty.

He needed more.

Turning back around, Richard made to return to the free sample stand only to forcibly ram into someone. Their noses bumped against one another and he immediately took a step back in shock.

“Whoa, sorry dude…” exclaimed the gorilla.

Like many of the others on the beach, this guy put Richard’s tubby frame to shame. Standing at least six feet tall, the Adonis was lean, muscled and didn’t look like he had an ounce of body fat. This worked out well for the dark, hairless crest on his chest which looked like anatomically correct armour. The ape’s dark fur and flesh was contrasted by the bright red hair that stuck up as a single, wave-like spike from his head. Sweat glistened off his body, causing his fur to clump together and show off the curves of his highly defined arms and legs.

“No problem,” Richard said, trying to wave off the bump while at the same time fanning himself to stay cool.

The guy’s eyes went down towards Richard’s paw which was still clutching the bottle of Breaker Brew. He immediately broke into a grin as he pointed at it. “Oh hey, you signing up with the Department too?”

“Huh?”

The gorilla blinked a couple of time, the first time seemed to be in surprise while the next two were to get rid of the sweat in his eyes. “Oh damn, sorry. Must’ve just arrived.” Then he broke into a grin. “I was supposed to meet a friend around here. Don’t suppose you’ve seen a cheetah in a sky-blue speedo, have you?”

Any other Spring Break, such a sight would have been quite rare and thus easy to spot but considering how there were so many people around, all Richard could do was shake his head helplessly. “Sorry I can’t help you, man. But I think I’m coming down with a bit of heatstroke. I need to get a drink.”

The gorilla beamed brightly and grabbed his paw. “I know the feeling. Come with me.”

Before he could protest, the much stronger gorilla was dragging him across the boardwalk and down a flight of stone steps onto the beach. He was pulled amongst the stone columns under the boardwalk and into the space just beneath where everyone was walking where the waves just barely lapped around their feet. Questions were fluttering about his mind but the sudden shade from the sun actually helped him cool down. As he was about to utter his thanks, a pair of hot, forceful lips were pressed against his own. This complete stranger was kissing him!

And he was into it.

The heat that roiled about his body intensified which seemed to compel his limbs to move of their own accord. His paws were grasping at the ape’s tall, muscled frame, pulling him closer. Some part of him was reeling, unable to comprehend what was happening but there was no stopping the volcano that was ready to erupt in his pants. He was shaking and quaking by the time his partner broke the kiss and immediately knelt down. He could swear there was steam rising out from around the gorilla’s knees as they sank into the shallow water around them. Those dexterous fingers pulled down at his shorts, revealing the five and a half-inch cock that was fully erect and itching to burst.

The moment Richard saw the gorilla open his mouth, he knew what was going to happen.

“N - N - no!” he pleaded even as he grabbed the back of the man’s head and shoved his cock down into the waiting throat. He couldn’t stop himself. His balls tightened, seemingly sucking out all the heat that had been tormenting his body from every follicle, muscle, bone and cell, gathering it all up and transforming it into a churning, roiling mess of sticky man juices that immediately came rushing out the length of his dick with the force of a cannon. The blast was so strong, in fact, that it pushed at the spongy walls of his member, pulling at its length like someone he was growing erect all over again.

He gasped, staggering back while emitting a sigh of relief. He fell on his rump, panting, the cool ocean waters around him helping soothe his quivering body.

“That was impressive, Jeremy.”

He looked past the gorilla. A cheetah with sky-blue speedos. The guy was statuesque, chiselled and looked like he had stepped right out from an underwear model catalogue.

“Clive!” the gorilla exclaimed, beaming brightly. “I missed you!”

The gorilla flung his arms around the cheetah, wrapping his cum-covered lips around the cheetah’s muzzle. The two shared a deep, passionate kiss and there was no denying the erection both men were sporting. Richard was just starting to worry that he had somehow become a homewrecker when the speedo around the cheetah’s crotch liquefied, transforming into some sort of rubbery goo that slipped into the feline’s ass. This revealed the gargantuan cock and balls the man was sporting; so big in fact that he had to stand with his legs spread wide. Richard’s jaw was left on the sandy floor and he started to drool when the gorilla’s own cock rose up to attention. The rising tent was met with the sound of straining fabric as the colourful shorts eventually tore apart, revealing a similarly sized member to the cheetah.

“What the…?”

Richard wondered if he was dreaming, if he was somehow caught in a sort of post-coital delusion.

Then the cheetah broke the kiss and whispered something into the gorilla’s ear even though his eyes were locked directly with Richard’s. “Do you want to join the Department? Do you want to become like us?”

Richard found himself answering in tandem with the two. “Yes.” Neither of them seemed surprised at his answer.

His own hard-on hadn’t gone down. With a smile, the two men approached him. Their hot bodies wrapped around his, making his eyes roll up against his skull in ecstasy. The two men’s towering cocks crossed one another like two molten-hot broadswords. With the gorilla, Jeremy, to his left and the cheetah, Clive, to his right, Richard found himself in a steaming hot threesome. Even though he had always considered himself straight, there was this raw, primal energy that surged through him, funnelling towards his cock and causing it to experience that same fiery sensation of growing erect over and over again.

He watched, fascinated, as the two men pushed their cocks against one another, their arms wrapped around him like he was the only form of support. His eye boggled when both men suddenly convulsed. With their cocks so big and so close to him, he could see the wave of cum as it charged up Jeremy’s, huge, pink cock like a massive ball was charging up the tube and right into Clive’s muzzle. Every swallow from Clive was easily followed and he could swear he could sense the cum being swallowed by the cheetah. In an almost bizarre homosexual infinite loop, the cheetah came next and his torrent of seed flooded into Jeremy.

All of this Richard could feel against his body even through his sweat-soaked shirt. The two men came and came again, their cocks twitching against him, their hot bodies pressed against his own. That powerful heat began growing within him again. He let out a soft squeak when both men reached down and grabbed his cock. Too paralysed to do anything, he could only lie there and moan as one hand groped his balls and the other stroked his meat.

Their raw sexual energy continued to build and grow, seemingly seeping into him through sheer contact alone. Their constant vibrating rattled his muscles, bones and jiggled the heavy fat that clung to his frame. The moan in his throat grew louder and louder. That shaking seemed to heat him up further. The fire grew into a raging blaze and quickly escalated into a tremendous inferno. He could feel it burning away inside of him, causing him to sweat and at the same time eat away at the fat that had plagued him for most of his life. He couldn’t help but grin a little as the saggy ‘moobs’ that had been the primary reason he had never gone swimming without a shirt began to shrink away, tightening up to taunt gravity. The huge mound of his belly receded, bubbling away, fuelling the fire of his growth.

Only then did he begin to wonder what would happen if all his fat was consumed. Neither man on either side of him showed any signs of stopping in their eternal loops of sex. One some level, he didn’t want them to stop either. Panic was starting to set in but then from the ashes of his fat came growth. The fire seemed to original in his balls but it started to spread into his bones, muscles and organs. At first it reached towards his thighs and abdominals; not the entire limb but the muscles deep within the layers of fat. He could feel the flames eating away at his excess weight and growing. A gasp left his lips as he could feel his abdominal muscles rising against his shirt. Each ragged breath was met with a need for more and more air as his chest expanded, his ‘moobs’ tightening into solid pectorals. The flames surged towards his feet, pushing them away from his body like they had been blasted away from his chest. His toes brushed up against Calvin’s and the cheetah’s own claws intertwined with his own.

“Oooooh…” he moaned, his voice dropping an octave deeper as his traps rose up to swallow his neck.

The fabric of his shirt began to tighten, his shoulders broadening. He arched his back, thrusting wildly into the paw that was gripping his dick. Each thrust caused his cock to lengthen, to expand. The fingers wrapped around his member were forced to pull apart slightly as it thickened. There was a glorious moment when his dick brushed up against its two massive seniors. Jeremy and Clive’s cocks pumped out a surge of cum each and his eleven-inch member immediately joined in. Richard roared, thrusting his hips and unleashing a splatter of cum that sprayed all over the two massive cocks throbbing in front of him.

He shook, his mind buzzing like he had just been electrocuted. Shot after shot of his juices fired from his member, sending his mind reeling while his body rapidly cooled. One drop of cum crested over the two leviathans that crossed his chest and landed squarely on his nose. The raccoon could barely see, his vision blurred with bliss. He did feel the soft, wet tongue brush against his nose and he quickly suckled on that appendage, bringing it into his muzzle and pulling the connecting lips into a tender kiss.

He liked this.

Another pair of lips pressed against his ear, a hot breath wafted against his cheek.

“Just for clarity’s sake,” Clive whispered. “Would you like to be like us? Do you want a massive cock, the opportunity to use it on men and to join the Department?”

He broke the kiss long enough to say, “Yes! Fuck yes!”

Richard barely noticed the blackened eyes of Jeremy before a thick, still-dripping cock was pressed into his muzzle. His eyes boggled like saucers when Clive’s muzzle pulled away from his and he felt that cheetah’s lips wrap around his cock. Following the gaze of the huge, pink dick in his muzzle, he realised that it belonged to Jeremy and Jeremy was likewise clamping his own muzzle around Clive’s enormous cock. They were in a three-way daisy chain! The three of them sank down into the wet sands, water slapping in around them as they settled into position.

Suddenly, all that fire came back to strike him like his balls had just spontaneously combusted. His claws dug into the hard flesh of the cheetah and gorilla, every muscle in his body tensing. Pleasure exploded behind his eyes and he immediately thrust his hips, hilting right into Clive’s muzzle. Waves upon waves of intense heat erupted from his balls like a volcano erupting from the middle of the ocean only to cause rippling tsunamis all over the rest of the world. Each thrust caused both testicles to enlarge and engorge, ballooning at an exponential rate. Both quickly brushed up against his thickening legs, swelling to the size of baseballs before doubling in size to become like footballs and then forcing his legs apart as they became two, massive basketballs barely contained by his grey, furry sack. The moans rising from his throat rose in pitch as his cock quickly followed suit.

His member stretched further and further into Clive’s muzzle, a hose that swelling with blood and cum. The tight muzzle of the cheetah and that rough tongue expertly coaxed more and more flesh out of the raccoon until all Richard could feel was how good it was to have his gargantuan cock sucked. Had he been in any other state of mind, he would have been startled at the monster member that would have reached all the way up to his muzzle even as his own spine began to lengthen to put him on par with the two supermodels that were pleasuring him.

Only then did he seem to register that his paws were currently unoccupied. His left paw went to the back of Clive’s head, gripping the cheetah’s red hair and holding it firmly against his dick. The right reached down towards the base of Jeremy’s cock, following the long, vascular length up and down to squeeze more and more of the delicious precum that fuelled his growth.

A loud tearing noise filled the air, cutting above even the roar of the waves around him. His shirt split right down the middle, his two huge pectorals bursting free and greeting the air. There was a rush of cool air as the sweat-covered fabric was finally peeled away from his shoulders and torso. Rippling abdominals were exposed for Jeremy to run his fingers over while thick, muscled thighs were adored by Clive.

Richard squeezed his eyes shut as an intense pressure began to build in his balls. There was a new kind of heat building there and it was far more intense than anything he had experienced thus far. It felt good. The need for release was overwhelming and the poor, overwhelmed racoon couldn’t do anything ride the crashing waves of desire and lust until…

… he came.

He threw his head back but could only utter little more than a muffled roar as he hadn’t realised he had deep-throated Jeremy’s cock. His cry was mirrored by the two men who completed their trinity of sex. His cum came rushing out of his gargantuan balls, filling the cheetah beneath him. A second later, Clive erupted, his cum shooting straight into Jeremy. The gorilla was ready the second later. With his paw on the gorilla’s dick, Richard could feel when the flesh distended with that ball of cum, the bulge sliding underneath his fingers and rushing up towards his muzzle. Despite the impossibility of the feat, Richard somehow managed to brace himself against the constant flood of seed as it flooded his muzzle and went straight into his gut. The molten fluid only triggered a second orgasm and he came again, and again and again. Over and over the three men continued the cycle, producing more and more cum while all three of their symbionts learned, taught and exchanged knowledge.

Like a fine, steel blade being cooled to firm up the metal, Richard’s body emitted steam as the salt water of the ocean lapped over all three of them. When he opened his eyes, the bright brown irises were surrounded by a deep, black. He extracted himself from Clive while Jeremy did the same. Both he and the gorilla didn’t hesitate to lean towards their own dicks and immediately wrap their own muzzles around their cocks. The final orgasm as a singular entity followed and Richard’s mind expanded with the union with his symbiont. Swallowing his own cum caused his body to shudder, a few extra veins popping up across his arms and legs.

He pulled his muzzle form his dick, letting out a soft, relieved ‘ah’ as if he had just taken a cool, refreshing drink. Then, a bright yellow goo began to seep out from between his ass, wrapping around his waist and curling over his balls. The goo seemed to compress his testicles, bringing them to a more manageable size before wrapping around his still erect dick. He watched with a smile as the liquid curled around the spire of his bright red cock like an ooze monster scaling a skyscraper. As soon as it reached the tip, his member visibly shrank, still remaining erect but becoming a more socially acceptable foot-long.

As the raccoon rose, the word ‘Dick’ was revealed written in black on the banana yellow speedo across his bubble butt. He patted off the sand and turned towards his comrades, two other Breakers.

“Well boys,” Clive said, wiping his muzzle smugly. “Welcome to the Department.”

******

Spring Break naturally meant that there was a huge demand for fast food. There were a lot of people who could not be bothered to cook and would need sustenance to fuel their all-night ravers. It was with this in mind that Broody had ordered pizza for him and his friends. It hadn’t passed the hairy boar that Sohomo was surprisingly filled with a lot of hot guys for some reason - far outnumbering the women - but that wasn’t something he minded. The party was in full swing and even with the sun setting, the night was still quite young. Dinner arrived with the ring of a doorbell.

The boar, a backwards baseball cap sitting on his dark-brown, curly hair, pulled open the door to the penthouse suite that he and his friends had rented out. Back when they were planning their Spring Break, someone - he couldn’t remember who - had suggested that they rent out a penthouse suite and host the party there. That had sparked a lively conversation and suddenly, they were all into the idea of splitting the cost between the five of them for some penthouse somewhere. Of course, even split across five people, they were still college students and none of them came from wealthy families who would happily pay for their expenses. It came as a surprise, then, that they found the Sohomo Beach View Hotel.

At first, Broody had been sceptical. Sohomo wasn’t a place he had heard of before and there were few reviews online about the hotel. But the price was reasonable and there was a full refund policy if they didn’t like their stay. He was pleasantly surprised, then, when he arrived and found Sohomo to be this lively, modern, clean town that was a mix of futuristic architecture and small-town Americana that he found charming. There was a lot of people as well and there was an electricity in the air that was simply addictive.

But all parties needed fuel and that came in ordered food.

He pulled open the door and couldn’t help but gasp.

The guy in front of him was exactly his kind of aesthetic. The towering behemoth had to at least be seven feet tall with traps so large and wide that his neck practically disappeared into his shoulders. This was no clean cut bodybuilder either. This brute was a big, hairy rhinoceros that had a bit of ‘dirty weight’ that screamed power and masculinity. The tiny red and white uniform he wore barely fit him. What should have been short sleeves couldn’t fit around his enormous shoulders and instead looked like a vest, revealing the thick, meaty arms that were the size of basketballs and the bands of dark brown hair that covered his forearms like a pelt. The buttoned shirt couldn’t even be closed so he had just left it open so that those big, broad pectorals covered in light dusting of hair and the rather rounded belly with the faintest outline of abdominals were for out for all to see Those shorts left nothing to the imagination as they rolled up about just a quarter of the way down those broad, muscled thighs.

If he hadn’t known better, he could swear this was right out of some porn fantasy.

“Pizza delivery!” the rhino announced in a voice that was like the rumble of an earthquake.

Broody had to fight to keep himself standing not only because the guy’s voice was so deep he could swear it shattered his equilibrium but also because the guy oozed so much masculinity that all the blood was rushing from his legs to his groin.

“Oh… Uh… Sure,” he stammered. “Come on in.”

The badge on the guy’s shirt read ‘Grant’ and Broody had to sidestep all the way away from the door to let this scantily clad guy step through. The last thing he even paid attention to was the stack of pizzas that Grant was holding in one, massive, hairy hand. These were extra lard pizzas too and despite five of them stacked on top of one another, the rhino still dwarfed them.

“Just put them on the counter,” Broody croaked, his throat going dry.

“Sure thing,” rumbled the rhino, entering the kitchen of the suite. In retrospect that was a mistake because he was now in full view of the four other guys crowding around the enormous wall-mounted television with a controller in their hands.

One of his friends, a wolf, turned and immediately grinned broadly. “Whoa! Broody! I knew you liked your meat lover’s pizza but he’s little much, don’t you think?”

That caught the attention of the others and naturally, Broody because to blush. “Oh geez…”

His other friends, despite not being wolves, began making their own howling noises.

“Dayum, Broody! I knew we were going all out but a stripper?”

“He’s a big one!”

“Rhino meat is so exotic!”

Broody approached Grant and patted his shoulder apologetically. “Sorry, man. They don’t mean to objectify you or anything. We’re all gay and… well…” He gestured towards the hunky rhino. “… you’re basically a walking wet dream.”

The rhino flashed him a stunning smile. “Oh, don’t think about it. It’s Spring Break. Everyone gets a little horny. In fact…” Without warning, the huge man grabbed the back of Broody’s head and immediately tilted him backwards into a very passionate, tongue-filled kiss. The boar’s eyes boggled in shock as the heat from his blush turned into a raging inferno both against his cheeks and his groin. The wolf calls from his friends were drowned out by the blood pounding in his ears.

Grant released him, leaving him on his rump against the cold floor but even that was not enough to stop him from feeling the heat coursing through his body. Licking his lips, Broody found himself strangely addicted to the taste of the rhino. The sight of the beast’s massive, musclegut frame moving so smoothly and seamlessly towards his friends like the man was made of liquid muscle only made his cock ache in his shorts. When Grant began removing his shirt and tossing it into the crowd of four guys, Broody’s jaw dropped while his cock tented in his pants.

There was a blur of motion as Grant jumped on top of a nearby coffee table. There was no concern on the rhino’s face even as the table groaned as he removed his sweaty shirt and tossed it aside, revealing his huge, muscled frame, that rounded, hairy gut and those big, plump pectorals that were lush with dense hair. The rest of the party were hooting and hollering and someone decided to put on some dance music. Broody could only remain where he was and watch, jaw on the floor, as he watched Grant’s gyrating movements, utterly hypnotised. Every movement just seemed to draw the eye towards that immense package hanging between the massive rhino’s legs.

“Hey Broody, was it?” Grant said with a brilliantly charming grin. “Don’t just stand over there! Get over here!”

“Uhm…” mumbled the boar. “I… Uh…”

“And while you’re at it, how about you grab me the olive oil in the pizza boxes?”

The deep, commanding voice of the rhino seemed to take control of the boar’s limbs, compelling him to stand on his feet, head over to the pizza boxes and pop the top one open. Sure enough, inside was a small container of golden liquid with small bits of olives floating inside. Naturally, it wouldn’t be enough to cover the beast that was Grant. Part of him wondered why Grant would even want to pour it all over himself but his hands were already sifting through the other boxes and grabbing the other small, plastic containers before he could give it too much thought. With the five containers in his hands, he brought them over to Grant who took one with surprisingly delicate fingers and popped the lid open.

“You boys want this?” Grant taunted, gyrating his hips at them.

“Yeah!” came the chorus of replies.

“You boys want this much man!?

There was an energy in the room that just riled up the party and even Broody was feeling that same energy coursing through his veins like a blazing inferno.

“Hell yeah!”

“You want all this meat!?”

He couldn’t help it. The boar joined in the final, raucous cry. “FUCK YEAH!”

The tune of the music changed just in time to be a little slower so that Grant could take his time tilting his head back and letting the golden oil drip down from on high, slide across his thick, broad neck that was practically merged with his shoulders and let it all ooze down his chest only to get lost within his dense chest hair. With his other hand, he reached up and began massaging the oil into his hair, giving the mat a light shine. Almost on cue, one of the other celebrants approached and gravitated towards Grant’s nipple. Grant stepped down from the coffee table, letting the guy bury his muzzle into the rhino’s hairy armpit. Just in time as the rhino plucked another canister of oil from Broody’s hands and dripped down directly onto his chest. This time it was possible to see where the oil dripped past his matted chest hair and slid over his rounded belly. The faint lines of abdominal muscles began even more prominent, a definite roid-gut showing. This attracted another member of the boar’s posse who immediately pressed his cheeks against the belly, nuzzling it and shamelessly licking it.

On some unspoken command, another celebrant approached and grabbed Grant’s shorts, pulling them down to reveal a cock that defied all conventions and reality. It had to be at least a foot long flaccid and was thicker than a beer can! Broody immediately blushed and glanced away from the monster. As his eyes darted away, he could swear he saw the fainest sliver of something… slimy slip in between Grant’s buttcheeks. When he looked again, he was only met by those perfectly rounded buns that were simply begging to be touched. Another container was taken from his hands, bringing his attention back to the front where the golden liquid dripped down past his gawking friend and onto that cock. The third member of their party joined in, worshipping that member and coaxing it to rise. Broody’s throat went dry and he wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to taste that body covered in the savoury oil or because he watched as a drop of precum oozed out of Grant’s cock and he was forced to watch his friend eagerly lap it up.

Then another container of olive oil was taken from him and it was tossed towards the his last friend who caught it with both paws, holding it as if it was a divine gift from the gods. Showing amazing dexterity and balance, Grant lifted his right leg and rested it on the back of the man suckling on his cock. That drop of olive oil rested between his toes and like bees to honey, there was immediately the muzzle of Broody’s remaining friend, lapping up the golden syrup and sliding his tongue between those toes, worshipping that big foot from heel to toe and nuzzling with shamelessly.

“Now what are we going to do about you?” Grant prompted coyly, picking up the last container. “Ah, we know.” He popped open the lid and tilted his head to the side, dripping the olive oil all up and down the right side of his muscled traps. The boar was immediately attracted to that sight, drawing closer, his eyes mesmerised at the traces of that slick liquid sliding down those muscled mounds, accentuating the curves and catching the light in such a way that it was just tempting him to lick it. There was no restraining himself. His tongue was out before he could even register what he was doing and by the time he realised that he has positioned himself behind Grant, the savoury and salty taste of the olive oil was sending sparks down his tongue and starting an inferno in his stomach. His own belly growled a single message.

More.

He buried his snout into those traps, his tusks brushing up against the iron-like muscle and his nostrils being tickled by the light layer of fuzz covering the big rhino’s broad back. Someone - he wasn’t sure who - gripped the rims of his shorts, hooking his underwear with it. It only seemed natural when his dick was left completely free of any restriction and the hot, fat, dripping member navigated itself easily into the waiting rhino’s ass. Grant let loose a primal growl, a symphonic siren call that drew Broody further in until the tip of his dick was pressed up against that tight pucker. There was a powerful force that just drew him in and with one more lick of that salty, savoury liquid oozing along Grant’s neck, and he was thrusting his cock deep into the stranger’s ass.

His body was taken over by the fires of passion. Deep, guttural grunts left his muzzle as he thrust with a primal strength over and over into Grant, each thrust pushing him deeper and deeper into the rhino’s warm, tight ass. The heat rising from his body grew so intense that he was almost blinded by the sweat dripping from his brow. The boar had to rely purely on his sense of touch and most of what he could feel was the fiery body of the rhino in front of him, that huge, wide back being simply overwhelming. The small movements from each of his friends’ actions rippled throughout Grant’s hot, meaty body and coalesced into his spine, seemingly sending a single message towards Broody.

More. More!

The boar was unable to do anything else but obey. His balls began to churn and an intense pressure began to build at the base of his cock. As much as he didn’t want it to end, there was no stopping the raw sexual energy that was radiation from the entire room and just seemed to channel through Grant, through him and straight towards his dick. He tilted his head back and let out a loud, guttural moan. He slammed his cock deep into Grant in one final push and just like that, there was an explosion of pleasure as all that energy gushed out of his dick and straight into the rhino.

But it wasn’t funnelling out fast enough.

There were six guys in the room and it seemed like all of their male needs amplified by the energy of Spring Break seemed to be funnelling into the boar. None of the others came and it was only Broody that found release. It was like he was cumming for all of them but he wasn’t cumming fast enough! He thrust with increasing fervour, desperately trying to increase his output but he could feel that energy backing up, flooding back towards his chest, his belly and his legs. A groan left his lips with the heat growing in his limbs, the fires immediately soaking into his muscles and causing them to swell. A prickling sensation like pins and needles rippled up his flesh only these were caused by thick, dark hairs springing past his fur and starting to dust the rest of his body, accentuating his already hirsute frame.

Broody gasped, collapsing against Grant with his tongue hanging out.

“Now don’t tell us that’s all you’ve got, big guy,” growled the rhino seductively. “You can do more.”

The boar grunted softly as the rhino’s thick glutes tightened around his still-hard cock. “I… I…”

Before he could finish, Grant was pulling his massive cock away from one of his friend’s muzzles and angling at the boar. Broody’s eyes widened in surprise when he realised that huge, foot-long cock wasn’t even fully erect despite all the stimulation. Like watching a snake slowly rising to consume him, the huge, fat member rose towards him, constantly drooling precum that lathered all over its length. Broody was utterly mesmerised, unable to keep his eyes way from the growing member as it drew closer and closer, growing bigger and bigger. To his surprise - and disappointment - that member didn’t grow any further than just a little past Grant’s nipples which still made it incredibly large.

That said, it meant that he was still within firing range. He hadn’t even noticed his muzzle was fully open when a shot of precum erupted from that cock and went straight down his throat. He swallowed and was instantly hit with a bolt of electricity that seemed to double all the burning energies within him. The boar grunted, his eyes flaring up with renewed vigour. Grabbing Grant’s waist, he pulled his cock out almost all the way before ramming it completely in with a loud, feral roar.

“Atta boy!” Grant cried joyfully.

Instead of abating, the flames in his body intensified, surging outward from his bones and battering the inner walls of his flesh and muscles. It felt like there was a sun going supernova in each major muscle group and his stomach. Broody was slavering and nearly blind with lust as each powerful thrust only intensified the addictive sensations. Wave after wave of powerful flames burst from his crotch and surged towards his balls. Each testicle ballooned out, thrashing wildly as slapping against his expanding thighs. The heat blasted towards his belly, forcing the mass to expand in all directions while maintaining the light definition of his abdominals against the developing ‘roid-gut’. The mass was starting to push him away from Grant’s juicy ass, however, making every thrust a little more difficult. To compensate, the heat pushed up against the spongy cells of his cock, stretching the flesh to add a few more inches to its length while also widening it to the size of a beer can.

If ever there was any doubt to the mass of muscle on his belly, it was allayed when the thick, dark brown hairs on his chest spread out like a forest fire and rushed over his rapidly developing pectorals and washed over his belly. Like a tree spreading its roots, the thick hairs went down the middle of his gut before spreading out to follow the lines of his abdominals, perfectly framing them. To compliment the tree-like image, the hairs on his chest thickened and spread over his huge, plump pectorals like a true canopy made of dense, brown hairs. His grunts grew deeper and his grip around Grant’s ass grew more powerful as his shoulders surged upwards, swallowing his neck and giving him a deceptively muscular hunch.

The boar threw his head back and let out another cry as he came for the second time in less than ten minutes. The surge of strength shot down towards his legs, thickening them to such a state that he was forced to spread his legs wide as he could no longer keep the massive, muscled quads together without crushing his immense balls.

“Hmmm. Yeah. You’re coming along just fine, kid.”

Broody could barely tell what was happening but there was a voice in his head, a primal need in his body that screaming a single word that he simply had to obey.

MORE!

He shuddered as Grant pulled away slightly only to turn towards him. There was a shock to his system when the huge rhino wrapped both legs around his waist and leapt into his arms. Broody instinctively gripped the rhino, gravity and his own arousal once more spearing the pizza delivery guy and sending waves of pleasure through his body. Some of his friends were suddenly without their own source of worship but they instead found it the suddenly much beefier boar. Broody could feel their paws, hands, muzzles and tongues all over his body and he quivered in ecstasy as they worshipped every inch of his body from his toes, up his thighs, over his pectorals and all over his arms. It was only then that he realised he was suddenly much taller than them as none of them could reach his lips.

Thankfully, there was something else that could occupy his muzzle.

With Grant now propped up on his waist, the rhino’s massive cock had no issue crossing the distance towards his lips, hovering tantalisingly over his snout.

“So what do you say, kid?” grumbled the rhino, holding that throbbing member just out of reach. “Do you want to become like us?”

There was only one way he could answer that.

“Yes! I want more!”

With a grin, Grant pulled his hand away, allowing his cock to follow its natural bend to rest between Broody’s hairy pectorals and press up against the boar’s lips. Broody eagerly gobbled up the warm member and instantly began thrusting into Grant once more, compelled by the lavishing tongues and touch of his friends. His entire body rumbled and shuddered, packing on the mass and weight before all the sexual energy went pooling once more towards his crotch and for the third time, he came.

This time, it was different.

This time, Grant came too.

Broody just knew he had to swallow every drop and it was without hesitation that he gobbled the warm liquid pouring down his throat. His frame underwent the final pieces of transformation into a Breaker as a result. His back broadened, shifting wider like two tectonic plates moving across an ocean of thick, mountainous, brown fur. His friends were physically moved away from one another as his shoulders and thicks broadened, one of them even being dragged across the floor a little with his widening stance. Thick hairs spread all over his shoulders almost like furry shoulder pads with his hair spreading down his back like a mane. The fang necklace that had hung low on his neck was forced to slide up towards his broadening neck, almost becoming a choker but thankfully remained intact. One of his friends was physically lifted off the floor as he hung onto Broody’s arms, the single appendage able to hoist up Grant and his smaller friend with the rapid growth.

And that was just the first blast.

The second came even more intense than the first and this time, he could feel his cock reaching further into Grant, settling into a comfortable size for other Breakers but one that would certainly split any normal man apart. His balls swelled to incredible sizes, hanging low against his thighs. He felt the eager tongue of one of his friends against them, jostling the cum and urging it on its way into Grant where the rhino likewise funnelled his own seed back into the boar. Broody’s chest expanded just as his balls did; his pectorals ballooning to the point where his voice became as thunderous as Grant’s and they could sandwich the rhino’s thick member between them with ease.

The third and final blast came with the greatest reward of them all; his symbiont.

Broody clamped down hard on the cock as Grant came for the final time and shot his symbiont back into him, full of knowledge and bringing them to the final part of his transformation. Broody, panting and heaving, pulled his muzzle away from the cock, licking his lips and slurping up the last drops of warm, salty man juices before letting Grant down. It was with a bit of reluctance that he allowed Grant to slide off his cock but he knew he needed his dick free for the final part.

“So?” asked Grant, waggling his thick eyebrows at the boar. “You still want to join us?”

Broody angled his massive cock towards himself, letting it crest the valley of his pectorals. “Fuck yeah!”

With little prompting, his balls gurgled. A torrent of cum came shooting up his massive shaft, working its way over the curve of his belly, rising past his thick pectorals and then finally shooting up with incredibly precision straight into his muzzle. Broody’s eyes rolled into the back of his head where his sclera immediately blackened. All he needed was a single blast from his cock and the rest was allowed to rain down his shoulders and chest. The thick, messy goo slipped over the curves of his body, working their way through his dense body hair before coalescing around his waist and dick. The goo transformed into a bright red fabric with a white Hawaiian pattern. They wrapped around his tree-trunk thighs, curling around his cock and balls but patiently waiting for his member to soften a little before dragging it down through some unknown method and letting it settle as a massive bulge against the stretched swim shorts.

The word ‘Boss’ was written across the legs of his newly acquired shorts vertically in bright yellow.

Broody refocused, his eyes still blackened save for his irises. He grinned savagely at Grant and the two shared an intense, passionate kiss. Only when they both felt the pawing need of the others in the room did they part.

“Ready to turn your friends?” asked Grant.

The newly minted Breaker grinned from ear to ear.

“We we’re always ready.”

******

Most of the time, Spring Break demanded partying, drinking and a lot of whoring about. It was the one time in the year that guys like Nate could let his hair down - figuratively - and relax from his more stringent life. As an aspiring bodybuilder, he had to closely regulate his diet, exercise and even his sleep patterns to optimise recovery and muscle growth. It was with this in mind that he had taken to ensuring that he work out well before the sun rose.

Sohomo, Florida was never the sort of place that would attract a lot of crowds let alone bodybuilders but it was the place that his best friend and fellow nerd - Rainier - had decided to go. At least that’s what he heard in all the online forums and reviews of the place. Sohomo - pronounced ‘Soh-oh-mo’ not ‘Soh-hoe-mo’ - was colloquially known as the ‘poor man’s Spring Break’ because everything there was cheap, not a lot of people spent their precious week from college there comparatively and it was pretty damn far from where most other major locations. But when he had arrived a few days ago with his best friend, it was not at all what he had expected.

The beaches were filled with gorgeous guys and girls. Packed to the brim with people showing glistening muscles, cut physiques and adorable features, Sohomo could easily compete with other Spring Break Towns. The facilities down by the pier were also brand new and stirred Nate’s innate curiosity. Sadly, Rainer was not one for big crowds especially ones that were far more beautiful than himself - or at least he thought. Being a wolf-fox hybrid, Rainier had never sort of fit in with either vulpine or lupine crowds and been treated as a sort of outcast. Nate was pretty much in the same boat as the red-scaled dragon had come from a family without wings. Though he often joked that all the mass for what should have gone to his wings went instead to the rest of his muscles, it still stung when people crassly pointed out his lack of flying capabilities.

It was with that in mind that Nate had gone towards the only gym that was open before the sun rose that wasn’t crowded by sweaty, muscled men - the outdoor gym right in front of his hotel perched on a small platform with a gorgeous view of the ocean. All the other gyms - even the hotel one - was packed with these handsome guys and even the outdoor gym was somewhat crowded but at least there was no line at the weight benches. As he worked out, his pectorals glistening with sweat and catching the white, creamy scales of his underbelly, he watched the sun rise. The orange, yellow splashes of warmth and colour washed over the blue of the ocean, signalling the end of his workout.

A good thing too because people were just starting to wake up and filing into the outdoor gym area. He could feel some predatory stares at him and the rest of the guys that had been using the facilities. While it was certainly a boost to his ego, he knew he wasn’t the centre of attention. There was a pang of jealousy when he saw this enormous, buff fox who wore nothing but a thong that defied all racial norms. The guy had to be at least seven feet tall and was built like a tank! He was not ashamed to admit that he spent a good five minutes watching the guy grab one of the horizontal bars and flip himself upside down before doing some presses. Despite having lats that were like half-moons, he had perfect mobility! How he had achieved that, he would have loved to know. The fox wasn’t the only one either. There were at least two other massive bodybuilders on the beach and he caught sight of a couple of trim guys out on the surf with clean, cut physiques as well.

Damn, this place has got all the hot guys…

He made a note to himself to thank Rainier for having picked such an amazing place. Not bad for a first-time Spring Breaker. This was the young wolf-fox hybrid’s first spring break despite being in his second year of college. Nate had convinced his fluffy friend to accompany him if only to keep Rainier from another week of being alone on campus. The red-scaled, wingless dragon cared for his smaller friend. Though he didn’t make friends often, those that he did make were - as he often joked - his ‘treasure that he’d guard jealously’.

With his workout done and quickly growing tired of the crowds that were starting to file in, he grabbed his towel and his duffel bag and headed back to the hotel. Though his stomach growled at him, demanding sustenance. Workouts did that to him. Always thinking of his friends first, Nate decided to hold off on his hunger and wake up Rainier first and see what he wanted for breakfast before he got something for himself. The past few days had been a little hard for the socially anxious folf. So many hot guys around and huge crowds had steadily driven Rainier to steadily seclude himself back in his hotel room, barely coming out. It didn’t help that one one of the few instances that they went out, Rainier kept running into this sexy, bodybuilding gorilla that seemed to have taken an interest in him.

I always thought Rainier preferred guys…

As the elevator took him up to his floor, he mused quietly how Rainier had never once dated and he had felt the lusty looks of the folf on him whenever he came back from a workout. Admittedly he was never too shy about strutting about near-naked in their shared dorm room. He had secretly hoped that this experience would actually get Rainier to come out of his figurative shell and come out to him. Though he hadn’t told Rainier his own sexual preferences, he had sort of hoped for a sitcom-moment when the timid folf would quietly admit that he was gay, Nate would exclaimed, ‘No shit, me too!’ then they would ‘experiment’. He loved Rainier though he wasn’t quite sure if it was that way, he was often haunted by dreams of fucking the cute fox and then spooning with him through the night. Maybe they’d end up together one day - the stereotypical nerd with the huge, buff jock being a very sitcom setup - but that was far into the future and right now, Nate kind of just wanted to fuck around.

The elevator dinged and the doors swung open. Nate stepped out, absently rubbing his black hair between his white horns. “Damn… I better get that boy out of his room today…” he mumbled to himself. There was a rather high end comic book store that he recalled seeing while out in the mall and he knew Rainier would be interested in that. “Breakfast first. Then comic books.”

The hallways of the hotel were surprisingly clean and organised. In his experience, day three of Spring Break usually meant that there was a lot of trash about and someone was passed out drunk in the hallways by now. How Sohomo managed to keep everyone somewhat under wraps was a surprise to him. Then again, given there were a lot of bodybuilders and supermodels on the streets, he guessed that everyone here had some degree of discipline.

Not bad, all things considered.

He reached his room and swiped his card. There was no reason to knock. It was his room, after all, and he had no reason to suspect that anything strange was happening on the other side of that door.

Nate was so wrong.

He pushed open the door and was instantly hit by the strong scent of sex and cum. The red-scaled dragon would have backpedaled but was struck by mute, paralytic shock as he watched his best friend visibly grow in front of him. The coppery-furred wolf-fox hybrid bulged just a few feet away, limbs wrapped around the huge, hunky gorilla that had shown interest a day ago. Rainier’s eyes were wide open but his eyes were rolled back into his skull. The gorilla’s huge cock which had to at least be a foot long was buried deep into the taut, muscular ass while his own enormous dick was stretching the ape wide.

His jaw visibly dropped open when the gorilla let out a muffled grunt and there was a very audible gurgling rising from those huge melon-sized balls as they pumped hot cum right into Rainier’s muzzle. That sound doubled in volume as it was joined by the groaning from Rainier’s own genitals. Nate could not help but crane his neck a little as his friend shoved his dick deep into the gorilla and tensed, pumping what seemed like gallons of cum right into the muscled, black-furred ass.

It was the groaning that came from the rest of Rainier that caught him off-guard however. Already he stared in disbelief given that the folf had barely cleared 5’5’’ feet and was your stereotypical skinny, bespectacled nerd. But the beast lying on his back just a few feet away on the Murphy bed was at least seven feet tall, could make bodybuilders blush in embarrassment and so defined that he could clearly see the striations across those pectorals like they were pieces of beef. Then those muscles grew even bigger. Rainier’s feet stretched further away from his body, his muscled thighs expanding in all directions and pushing his toes past the foot of the bed. His traps broadened, swallowing his neckline. Lats accompanied the growth, spreading it so far that he almost took up the entirety of the queen-sized bed just by himself! The huge bowling-ball biceps thickened, pushing up against his fur with thick veins criss-crossing the mass like they were desperately trying to keep the beast in. The folf’s pectorals rose like twin mountains, swallowing the cock that was settled between. Instinct must have taken over because Rainier flexed those muscles, squeezing more and more cum right out of the cock buried in his muzzle.

Then there were his eyes. Black, wispy clouds emerged from the corners of Rainier’s eyes, consuming the sclera a turning them completely pitch black. The moment it was all completely turned dark, Rainier’s eyes refocused, his bright, brown irises shining with a new fire but embedded in a dark field that kicked up Nate’s fight or flight response.

Only then did Nate take a step back but didn’t fully retreat.

The two seemed to finish their coupling and Rainier pulled his muzzle away from the gorilla’s dick with a loud pop. The ape, panting heavily, leaded down, his eyes blackened just like Rainier, and the two kissed. Not one affectionate peck. It was a deep dive for tonsils with tongues slipping and sliding all over one another. Despite all the weirdness, Nate found himself strangely aroused. Just as he was thinking how bizarre it was to be watching his best friend have sex, he felt their eyes upon him.

“We’ll be right with you, Nate,” Rainier rumbled, his voice like bass drums. “Shut the door, will ya?”

That fight or flight response kicked in and Nate, if anything, was a fighter. He took that step back into the room and shut the door behind him.

“Okay…” he mumbled. “What’s going on, Rain?”

“Just give us a second…” began to gorilla.

“Not you,” he snarled, pointing accusing at the ape. “You shut up. I want to hear this from Rain.”

With a grunt, the stranger pulled himself off Rainier’s dick. Now while he had never seen his friend naked before, he had a fairly good gauge of Rainer’s anatomy and that beast that had to be more than a foot long and thicker than a beer can was not there before. For his part, Rainier sighed softly and let his monster cock flop onto his mountainous check, resting about halfway up his pecs.

“Well?” asked the gorilla with a grin. “Do you?”

Rainier grinned broadly and then seized his cock with both paws. Showing some incredibly flexibility despite his sudden increase in mass, the folf wrapped his muzzle around his cock. Before Nate could ask what that meant, Rain was cumming all over again and he could only gawk as he watched his friend orgasm. That was definitely something he never thought he’d see. Though he had seen huge bodybuilders cum before…

The folf gasped after a short while and Nate subsequently had to adjust himself as he watched the huge, muscular bodybuilder lie back in bed. The dragon’s jaw fell open in shock and his fingers fell away from his dick as a thick, grey ooze began seeping out of the tip of Rainier’s cock and quickly began sliding down the length of his cock like it had a mind of its own.

“What the…?” he gasped.

Somehow, this goo stretched all the way from the top of the canine member down to the base of the folf’s dick, sliding over those huge orbs and then stretching two thin slivers around Rainier’s waist. The ooze seemed to compress Rainier’s cock, pushing it down, absorbing its mass and returning it to a more realistic but still ridiculously large size. The goo shifted, it’s surface becoming glossy and reforming into the familiar shape of a grey thong with the word ‘Wrecker’ drawn vertically down the front.

Rainer let out one last sigh before suddenly leaping to his feet, the floor shaking with his landing. “Fuck! We feel great!” he exclaimed.

“Part of the benefits package,” rumbled the gorilla who was now the same size and height as the folf. The ape moved forward, wrapping his fingers around the defined bulge of the folf. “And one hell of a package it is too.” Their lips were gravitating towards one another, their bodies closing in and the heat they were emitting from their desires so intense that Nate could feel it from where he was standing a couple of feet away.

Before they could go right back to fucking, Nate stormed forward, placed a hand on each of their shoulders and force them apart. “Hold up!” he snapped. “I want to know I just saw!”

Rainer grinned at him, lifting an arm that was bigger than Nate’s head. That was the kind of muscle mass that you saw in comic books or after experimental surgery. There was no way it was real. These weren’t silicone injections either. There was hard definition and as Nate reached forward, running his fingers across the veins and curves of those biceps and triceps, he realised that was just pure muscle. If genetics were not a limit, this is what Rainier would really look like if he was nearly eight feet tall and all muscle.

There’s no ‘if’ about it… This is real!

“We’ve joined the Department,” Rainier said as if that explained everything. “You wanna join too, Nate? We know you want to.”

Before he could protest, the gorilla was suddenly wrapping his arms around the dragon’s waist. He immediately elbowed the stranger in the gut but even with his size and strength, it felt like he was striking a reinforced titanium wall. The gorilla didn’t even flinch and went right on gently breathing against his neck, causing his tail to curl around his leg and shivers to run down his spine.

“You wanna be big and strong?” cooed the primate. “You want size and mass just like your friend? You wanna fuck all night long?”

With his attention on the gorilla, Nate momentarily forgot about Rainier and the folf closed in. His friend’s immense body was suddenly in front of him and when he turned his attention back, he found his muzzle buried between those two, huge pectorals. He was forced to tilt his head upwards, staring right into his friend’s eyes while those pecs squeezed down on his cheeks.

“Join us, Nate,” rumbled Rainier. “Let’s get big together. Let’s workout together, strut our stuff up and down the beach and fuck every guy in town!”

Nate could only mumble a soft response. The two huge muscle beasts were sandwiching him, their increasingly hot bodies passing their arousal through mere skin contact, past his scant clothes and straight into him. Waves of pleasure were causing him to become more and more lightheaded. Blood was rushing towards his crotch, pulling away from the rest of his limbs. His legs might as well have given out there and then but the sheer strength of the two muscle men’s pectorals on either side of him kept him suspended in the air.

His hands, swinging idly by his side, brushed up against what he thought was Rainier’s crotch and was immediately met by something wet and slimy. He couldn’t look down to see what it was so all he could do was lift his hand to his left. One would logically think it was the folf’s precum but instead, it was that same grey goo that had turned into Rainier’s speedo. It was warm, slick and strangely comforting.

“He likes you,” Rainier said. “Makes sense. We like you.”

Nate locked gazes with his friend, not fully understanding what was happening but knowing what he wanted.

“Want to join the Department, Nate?”

As a response, Nate brought his slime-covered hand towards Rainier’s muzzle. The folf opened his muzzle and allowed Nate to slide his fingers, slime and all, in. For someone who had very little sexual experience, Rainier had a surprisingly good technique with his tongue and slurped up that slime with ease.

That was when Nate became aware of a second source of heat and slime rising quickly beneath him. A soft moan left his lips as he felt Rainier’s rising monster of a dick slowly grow erect, dragging itself up his left leg, smearing his shorts with precum and slowly rising up to kiss his low-hanging balls. He was sure that if he had allowed it, he could literally ride that cock up as it lifted him off the ground but he shuffled backwards a little, just to allow the members to brush up against his balls and following the trail of his nine-inch erect member before being free to worm itself up across his hardened abdominals and poke the underside of his pectorals.

“You know what you have to do, Nate,” rumbled Rainier.

Shaking, a little nervous and somewhat unsure, Nate found that fight or flight response kick in again. Like before, he was going to fight and he bravely took a step back, pushing the gorilla behind him back and letting Rainier’s monster of a cock rise up fully. To the folf, it just cleared halfway up his pectorals. But to Nate, it was just the perfect height to wrap his muzzle around it. Thick globules of precum were oozing from the pointed tip. Something within Nate told him to take it, to shove that meaty thing down his throat and guzzle down everything that Rainier had to offer.

But caution still prevailed and he leaned forward, sticking out a tongue and slowly caught one drop of precum on the tip of his tongue.

The moment it touched his taste buds, lightning coursed through his veins. A primal, bestial desire was awoken, a fiery compulsion that attracted him to the pulsating member right in front of him. As a fighter, however, he tried to resist, tried to push it back down but that only resulted in this constant war within him of this beast trying to get out versus him trying to keep it caged. A loud, deep, growling noise rose from his body. Tendons, muscle fibres, bones and veins all groaned as they pushed up against his skin and scales. That beast within was pumping all of its growing strength into his body, following the trail of that faintest touch of precum that touched his tongue down his body.

It was like swallowing molten iron; hot, heavy and pulled down by the gravity down his system. The energy left a coursing heat where it passed, radiating outward into the rest of his form, pulsating, beating and sending an overwriting command to grow. A soft grunt escaped the dragon as he swallowed, forcing that building pressure lower down his system. It fell with much greater force than he had anticipated and it shot towards his crotch. There was a moment of panic when he felt the trajectory of that projectile would slam into his balls with enough force to slam them against the ground but instead, the ball of liquid power split into two around his belly button, purposefully avoiding his cock and streaming down his legs towards his feet.

The two equally powerful sources of energy slammed into the soles of his feet, erupting in an explosion of mass, strength and muscle. His bones creaked, pushing his toes further away from his heel while his feet widened in general. His claws were forced to curl up against the inner walls of his sneakers until they could no longer be contained. Sharp talons burst from the black fabric, bringing with it a wave of relief and an onset of more growth as there was nothing constraining them. The rest of his toes quickly followed suit, pushing past and rending the fabric of his shoes and allowing enough room for the rest of his feet to charge out. Only the laces and tongue of the shoe remained on hanging on his ankle and as the eruption of power coursed upwards from his soles, those quickly unwound like thrashing snakes against his rapidly expanding calves.

There was no stopping the growth and Nate, who was already fairly built in the first place, groaned as what would effectively be years of careful nutrition and exercise were crammed into the span of a minute while breaking the barriers of his genetics. His calves ballooned into big, heart-shaped bulges, spreading out in tandem with his lats. Shins lengthened to race a rapidly growing spine. The black and red shorts quickly rode up his blossoming thighs that were only matched in size by his broadening pectorals.

Each burst of growth was met by a hungry need from each of his muscles; each one a sponge that was readily absorbing every drop of power and using it to grow, to expand. It would like feeling that pump right after a workout but it kept growing more and more intense. His veins were like iron, firm and pressing up against his scales while his muscles kept on getting pumped over and over again, pushing past the limits of his form with every fevered heartbeat. His eyelids fluttered all the more so when his constrained cock, tenting his shorts, pressed up against the warm balls that were jostling in front of him.

“Oooooh…” he groaned.

All too quickly, the sensation ended leaving him with a strange, deflated sensation like something was missing within him. He shook his head, trying to clear it of this buzz that was filling his brain. The inferno within him was rapidly fading and there was this primal instinct to keep the fire going.

“More,” he demanded.

Rainer grinned at him and pointed at that throbbing cock in front of him. “You know where to get more, bud.”

He flashed his fangs in a greedy grin. “Yeah. Yeah I do.” Then he whirled around and seized the shoulders of the stunned gorilla. With all his might, he flung the ape down towards the bed. This was impressive given how the beast was still many times bigger than him in many ways but the spontaneous growth he had gained from Rainer had given him that little extra edge to be able to accomplish the feat.

“Whoa! What the -!?” began the stranger but suddenly Nate was on top of him and spreading his legs wide.

“I want more!” roared the dragon, angling his dick into the waiting hole.

Rainier’s paw on his shoulder stopped him for a second. “Corey, is this okay?”

The gorilla blinked away his shock and them broke into a grin. He reached towards his ass, pulling his ass cheeks to reveal that surprisingly tight, pink pucker. “If you get in here too, fuck yeah!

Nate didn’t fully understand why Rainer had to fuck Corey as well but he was not going to argue. “Come on, Rain. Let’s do this together!”

The folf leaned down and locked lips with him. The moment their tongues touched, there was that electric sensation of swallowing molten lava again but it was severely subdued like just the fainest touch of fuel had been added to the fire instead of a whole gallon. His muscles were reignited again, swelling with that pump but not growing.

And he wanted to grow.

He broke the kiss, grabbing the back of Rainer’s head and pressing their foreheads together with a deep, throaty growl rising from his chest. “Get in there. Make me big.”

Rainier grinned broadly and slipped away from his grip. “Yessir.”

With a confidence that he never had as a small but intelligent stereotype of a nerd, he lay down on the bed and helped the gorilla - Corey by his name - up so that he could position himself right over that monster of a dick. For a second, Nate was a little concerned that such an enormous member would destroy the ape’s insides but there was a look of utter ecstasy as Rainier’s new monster cock pushed into that pucker that caused a blush on the gorilla’s cheeks.

“Come on, Scales,” grunted Corey, grinning at him invitingly. “Stick that cock in us. We want to feel that dick grow.”

That was all the invitation Nate needed. He positioned himself over the primate, ripping off his shirts in one movement and angling his cock at the offered hole. There was a sort of gravity emanating from Rainier’s dick that just seemed to pull him in. His best friend’s thrusts quickly dragged him into Corey’s ass, his cock forcibly sliding into hole with each thrust and yield being dictated by the very horny folf. Nate shuddered when the first inch of his cock was pushed into the waiting hole and then another and another. He thought Corey was a total slut but even with two cocks in his ass, the gorilla was very tight. He was drawn in closer and closer, pulling into this menage a trois with to incredibly hot bodybuilders radiating literal heat that he seemed to readily absorb.

The bulky dragon began panting heavily. The heat was starting to overwhelm him and his head was starting to swim. His balls slapped against Rainier’s and Corey’s and he let out a soft whimper, gnashing his teeth together with veins popping up and down his neck. A blush burned against his red-scaled cheeks and his tongue hung out past his muzzle. Part of him wanted to stop; he was going to pass out. But the fighter in him wanted to keep going. He had to keep going.

He just needed something to cool him off.

Then he felt Corey’s cock press up against his pecs. Glancing down, he saw the flushed gorilla waggling his eyebrows at him invitingly.

“Go on. Drink.”

It was illogical. It was completely stupid. There was no way the oozing precum spewing from the gorilla would cool him off in any way. But something in him just told him to do it. He leaned down and wrapped his muzzle around the cock and almost immediately, there was a burst of precum that shot into the back of his throat. His eyes went wide like saucers.

There it was!

That beautiful, blissful sensation of drinking lightning and absorbing it right into his muscles. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and for the first time, he thrust into Corey alongside Rainier. That one movement sent another pulse of precum down his throat. Now he knew exactly what to do.

Once again, that single blast of precum was enough to trigger the chain reaction all over his body. His back was the first to swell and expand. Already defined from years of rigorous training, mountains of muscle came pushing up against his red scales, the valley of his spine deepening against the rising mountain ranges while a very visible dip and and curve appeared against the small of his back just above his long, muscular tail. His traps rose up, swallowing his neck in a beautiful slope that led gently down into his boulder-like shoulders.

His pectorals were the next to explode. Both muscles ballooned out simultaneously, pinching the thick cock between them and adding that little bit more of stimulation that thickened the liquid that was pouring into his muzzle a little bit more. Hard striations appeared against his chest like the horizontal bars of a music sheet. The vibrations rising from his guttural grunts reverberated through his pectorals, sending them primal commands to tense, to bounce. He flexed his left pectoral and then his right. Then he relaxed both and before tensing his right then left. Each plate of armour-like-muscle were huge bellows pumping this strength and heat further and further into his core.

Corey’s seemingly unending stream of precum fuelled his growth all the more. The abdominals that he had worked so hard to sculpt pressed up against his scales, pulling the flesh taut with a sound like stretching rubber. He grunted as his core tightened like he had just undergone a full ten minutes of planking. Then there was a rush of relief as his body quickly adjusted, making the delicious eight-pack that could cut diamond the new norm. His flaring lats guided the eye right to that stack of eight, firm buns that similarly led to his perfectly sculpted Apollo’s Belt. New power flooded into his hips prompting him to not only ride Rainier’s cock into Corey but to similarly start his own powerful thrusts.

Every muscle in his body screamed for more and Nate was all too happy to oblige.

Power! I need more power!

He hilted into Corey, bringing a heavy grunt from both himself, the gorilla and the folf beneath him. A thick wad of precum spurted down his throat and almost immediately went to work into his ass. The tight, bubble butt thickened and firmed up, large ‘dimples’ appearing as he flexed them with each of his increasingly feverish movements. Corey’s hand-like feet curled around his waist and slid up and down their large, firm forms, running his toes over the striations that caused his long, muscular tail to smack the floor loudly. The floorboards cracked beneath the might of his tail.

His feet weren’t too firm on the ground given Corey was laying on an equally enormous Rainier. He had to stand a little on his tip-toes to get all of his 11-inch cock into the gorilla. But with every thrust, he found more and more strength being pumped into his legs. His balls slapped against Rainier’s and Corey’s and his thighs expanded, strong quads and hamstrings pressing up his red scales to form mounds of iron-like muscle. Both he and Rainier pulled out in tandem, dancing perfectly to the tune of their fucking only to push together on some unspoken queue making Corey buck his hips. Nate’s femur lengthened, firmly placing the soles of his feet on the ground. The tip of Nate’s cock surged deeper into Corey but didn’t feel satisfied. It crept forward another inch, growing to pierce the gorilla and sliding along the length of Rainier’s bigger dick like it was trying to play catch-up. His calves subsequently blossomed into to, big watermelons that gave him enough strength to push his feet right into the ground. The floor, already weakened by his thrashing tail, cracked beneath his weight, splintering between his toes.

“Fuck!” Corey cried. “Here we come, dude! Here we come!”

The ape didn’t need to say anything. Somehow, Nate just knew and he was ready for it. His balls were aching for that release. All the fire in his body just surged towards his sac like his testicles were trying to contain the heat of two suns. They ballooned out, filling up with all that contained energy until each one was equal in size to Rainier’s then they grew even more. Maybe it was the protein that he had consumed as part of his port-workout ritual or the fact that he was already fairly big to begin with but all the potential for growth surged into his balls. His sac ballooned outward, dwarfing both of Corey and Rainer’s combined. That was just his balls.

His cock was another matter.

With the tank nice and plump, his body was mostly ready for what was to come. He thrust one last time into Corey, securing himself into the gorilla. Taking that as a sign, his cock suddenly inflated, widening to consume whatever remnant of flexibility that Corey’s tight ring may have had left. Coupled with Rainier’s own thick cock, the gorilla suddenly found himself completely stuffed by two, very thick men.

It didn’t end there.

Nate was now firmly embedded in Corey but he still had much to grow. His cock stretched forward, crawling up the length of Rainier’s dick and pushing itself deeper and deeper into the gorilla. The pressure building in his balls and cock were intensified to unbearable levels and when he could feel the head of Rainier’s dick rubbing against his own, he thought he was ready to explode…

… but then it kept going.

Inch after inch, his dick stretched deeper and deeper into Corey, forcing the gorilla to arch his back to make room and thrust his own dick deeper into Nate’s muzzle. The dragon was vibrating with anticipation and barely contained hormones. He felt like he could explode at any given moment but, more than anything, he didn’t want this feeling to end!

And if Nate was anything, he was a fighter.

So he fought. He kept fighting the need to cum, riding that sensation of his cock filling with blood, growing longer and pushing into the deep, tight hole that was Corey…

… except this time, he lost.

A muffled roar erupted from his huge throat as all that pressure came bursting out of his new member, flooding Corey with enough force that the ape would have been shot clean off his dick had Rainier not been similarly wedged into that tight ass. He felt the ape go rigid beneath him, the long cock sandwiched between his pecs tensing. There was a moment of confusion when he didn’t feel or taste the jet of cum that shot down his muzzle but that was quickly washed away by the wave of euphoria that came with a second blast of seed.

He almost forgot about Rainier until he felt the dick his own cock was pressed up against similarly tense up and a flood of molten cum join his own filling Corey. His eyes boggled for a moment as he visibly noticed Corey’s hard abdominals fade against a rapidly inflating gut. That sight only caused him to cum all the harder.

That blast was the trigger.

Corey let out a loud, primal cry as his body rapidly metabolised all that cum and fired his own load straight into Nate’s waiting muzzle. The flood hit the back of the dragon’s muzzle but he immediately knew he had to swallow every drop. He may have failed on the first challenge but he was not going to fail this one. He drank it all. His budding symbiont was fired into Corey from his cock where it met its progenitor - Rainier’s own symbiont. The two meshed, master teaching pupil, churning away in Corey’s body before fired back to their respective hosts. Nate’s was delivered in another blast of cum down his muzzle but for Rainier, the folf and gorilla locked lips and his Symbiont was delivered through an oral exchange.

Nate had no time to marvel at this miracle as he once again found himself shooting another load into the overstuffed gorilla and, likewise, Rainier came once more. Corey’s gut churned with their combined loads, the two Symbionts dancing joyfully as Nate’s grew before being fired back into their owners. Over and over, the trio came and came again with Corey’s body seemingly fighting a losing battle of trying to keep his gut mostly the same by pumping more and more cum into Nate.

It was by the fifteenth blast that a wave of exhaustion hit Nate and he knew he was done.

But he wanted one last shot.

Corey seemed to sense this and whimpered a little into Rainier’s muzzle.

Nate took that as a challenge.

He thrust his hips and for one last time, his balls pushed out a gallon of cum, shooting it up the length of his monstrous cock and immediately pumping it straight into Corey. The gorilla convulsed, his hands digging into the mattress beneath him in pleasure. Unable to hold the load for very much longer, Corey pumped one last load right back into Nate and, as he had decreed in his personal mission, he didn’t let a single drop fall on the ground.

The dragon, grinning to himself savagely, removed his muzzle from the perfectly clean dick. He slowly took a step back, extracting himself from Corey. It was all he could do not to cum there and then again as the tight ring wrapped around his dick with the slick dick of his best friend was very stimulating. But he managed to pull his massive, eighteen inch member, covered from base to tip with slick cum, from Corey. It flicked right back up towards his pectorals, spraying cum onto Corey’s black fur and chest. The member barely reached halfway up his pectorals but that might be because his chest was so big that it added a natural curve.

Without hesitating, he leaned forward, wrapping his muzzle around his cock and closed his eyes.

His Symbiont came rushing out of his balls, riding a tempest of cum and straight back into his muzzle. Beneath his eyelids, the whites of his eyes turned black. At long last, he was complete.

Nate pulled his muzzle from his cock, letting out a soft ‘ah’ of satisfaction as if he had just downed a nice, cool shake after a long, hot day. When he opened his eyes, his bright green irises were surrounded by inky blackness. A bright, blue goo came squirming out of his ass, oozing around his waist and sliding over his member. The liquid quickly reformed into a spandex-like substance, pulling down his erect member and engorged balls into a more reasonable size, still capable of destroying a man but at least not one that would draw too much attention.

The name ‘Neo’ was written vertically in yellow words down the front.

Panting, Rainier grinned at him. “Welcome to the Department, dude.”

“Thanks.” Nate grinned broadly and held up two fingers. “Round two?”

*****

Spring Break was in full swing. Getting down to Sohomo, Florida had been a trial for most of the trip. The roads going out of Orlando were packed with college students eager for their reprieve but as soon as he was out of the gridlock, Lucian Garrows, had a mostly straight shot all the way to the distant, relatively unknown seaside town. The 45-year-old dragon with green and yellow scales was not used to driving more than an hour to get anywhere. After he had left Sohomo all those years ago, he had left behind a life of road trips, lazy beach days and partying. He had to grow up.

He never thought he’d go back to that town after his parents had moved to some retirement village somewhere else in the state. But here was, driving to retrieve his employer’s sons both of whom had decided that they were now gay and would be moving to Sohomo permanently. Clearly neither of them were thinking this through. ‘Spring Break Fever’ as they say; that delusion and drive to ensure Spring Break never ended. Both Blaine and Boris were caught up in the appeal of Spring Break - and Sohomo for whatever reason - and they were doing whatever they could to keep it going.

Unfortunately, Lucian above anyone else knew what a trap that was. Sohomo put on a show for Spring Break but after that, it was totally dead and boring. It was one of the reasons he had left the town and made himself into the personal assistant of a multimillionaire. Yes, it wasn’t exactly the most exciting but it was still something better than what he could have gotten in Sohomo.

“Come on, guys,” he groaned to himself, running a large, clawed hand over his broad, square muzzle. His back ached from being in the car for too long and that, in turn, caused a bit of discomfort in his wings. Folded behind his back, they were small and somewhat atrophied from years living in the cramped confines of New York City and never really paying attention to all that advice doctors gave dragons to keep exercising their wings. Being in his mid forties didn’t help either. The bright red, fiery mane he possessed was cut short and just fell back about a little past his ears. Normally, it’d grow all the way down his back and just ending right above his tail but he had to keep himself professional and a long mane was often considered somewhat unkempt in the professional workplace; kind of like how there was this unspoken rule that guys had to been clean shaven or at least keep their beards well maintained.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally saw the town in the distance. There was the same gas station that seemed unchanged after nearly twenty years, the same church steeple and the same old eastern boardwalk where most of the shops were.

But then there was the western boardwalk.

He had heard that over a decade ago, a hurricane had torn apart the western district which had been filled with rotting warehouses. Sohomo never fixed it up. Though he had never seen the devastation, he had assumed it would’ve looked like a sort of haunted pier. Instead, what he was greeted by was a huge, glistening, ritzy white boardwalk filled with modern and artisanal shops and products. The church steeple had once been the tallest building in all of Sohomo but it was now dwarfed by a multi-storey shopping mall.

“What the…?” he gasped.

One thing about these changes was that there was ample parking. The problem about it being Spring Break is that most of that parking was occupied. Thankfully, he found a spot a little far from the mall. As he stepped out of his rented car, mesmerised by the changes, his phone rang.

It was Calvin Fletcher, his employer.

Calvin didn’t even bother waiting for a second ring. He hung up a second later knowing full well that anyone who saw that he had called would be compelled to call him back. Naturally, Calvin understood that he wouldn’t get a call back immediately. As long as the receiver knew, that would be enough.

Lucian glanced from his phone to the mall.

Boris and Blaine can wait. I’ve got to check this out myself.

The dragon dressed in a somewhat sweaty and uncomfortable navy blue suit headed towards the boardwalk, utterly amazed at the transformation. It didn’t slip past his attention that everyone around him was a very attractive guy wearing little more than their undergarments. He grimaced when he saw a bodybuilder striding past him wearing nothing but a thong.

Damn… is Sohomo finally embracing the ‘homo’ in it’s name.

It wouldn’t surprise him as a gimmick to attract more people and thus revenue. Judging by the crowds, it was working. The mall itself was already filled and as he took a step back to take it all in, he could not help but gawk. All his attention was on the massive, modern structure. So much so that he wasn’t paying attention to the floor beneath him as he kept walking backwards to take in the structure that went against everything he remembered of his hometown.

He reached the end of the pier and took another step back.

The world suddenly tilted backwards and a few guys turned in time to shout at him. But it was too late. He was falling backwards and -

SPLASH!

… into the water.

His heart immediately began racing. Winged dragons were not meant for swimming. Back in high school some bullies would push him into the pool and laugh as he literally drowned before the teachers rescued him.

Oh shit… This is the end!

I’m going to drown in my own hometown! This is fucking karma for leaving!

Then, strong arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him back towards the surface. He gasped a sweet lungful of air.

“Push your wings against your back!” came a shout from an oddly familiar and yet different voice. “Stop kicking and paddling. Leave it all to me!”

His eyes stinging from the salty water and drawing on those experiences from high school, he let himself float along as his rescuer brought him to the shore. Lucian scrambled up the sand, coughing and spluttering while a crowd had gathered to applaud him. He lifted his head to regard his rescuer… and gawked.

“B - B - Boris?”

The fox beamed at him. “Lucian! Hey! Welcome back!”

He gazed at his employer’s son from head to toe. This couldn’t be Boris Fletcher. This hunk was tall - at least seven feet tall - trim without being malnourished and muscular without being one of those bodybuilders. Every muscle was functional and brought to mind… a lifeguard. Boris was also wearing a sleeveless swimsuit that cut off at his muscular thighs and left nothing to the imagination in terms of his enormous package. The name ‘Beast’ was written in bold letters across his chest. The boy’s face was framed by long, golden, sun-bleached locks that tumbled down just at his shoulders. There was even a rather handsome cleft chin that accentuated his ruggedness and made him look like he had stepped right out of a romance novel.

“You… You can’t be Boris Fletcher…?”

The fox beamed at him and offered his paw to the confused dragon. “Of course we are. We’ve joined the Department!”

“Th - The what?” he exclaimed.

The very handsome fox pressed a paw against his chest and lay him back down. “Just take it easy. Breathe. You weren’t in the water long but you need to lay back and get any water out.” Boris reached up and pulled back a few strands of that hair that looked like spun gold away from his eyes. “When you’re ready, let’s get you a change of clothes. The lifeguard station isn’t far away.”

Lucian had to take stock of what he was seeing and this wasn’t some sort of fevered dream that came out from his near-death experience. Or perhaps he was dying and this was just his brain’s attempt to comfort him. That could not be Boris Fletcher. The kid he had basically raised because his employer was too busy was not this beach-side hunk that looked ridiculously good in that full-body swimsuit. The kid was small, mousy, bespectacled and - he suspected - a closeted gay man. This Boris was strong, confident and seemed to revel in the lecherous looks several people were giving him if only for the fact that his very pronounced package was not being hidden very well beneath the elastic material of his swimsuit.

“I… I think I’m okay to stand…” he mumbled.

‘Boris’ smiled at him and held out a paw. “Okay. Come with me.”

Lucian, still somewhat stunned and reeling from his near-death experience, grasped Boris’ paw and propped himself up on his other arm. He was yanked to his feet by the incredible strength of the fox before him. A sense of vertigo hit him and he wavered a little on his feet. The shock to his balance caused him him tagger forward, the sand catching his - now wet - dress shoes. Boris immediately stepped in front of him, catching him with one arm across his chest and the other wrapping around his back. It felt like he was landing on a big, warm mattress; Boris was simply that wide and his muscles - while well-defined - were quite soft.

“Easy there,” laughed the fox. “Come on. We’ll help you to the station.”

Without waiting for any of his protests, Boris flung one of Lucian’s arms around his shoulder and half-carried, half-dragged him up the beach towards the nearby lifeguard station. The green-scaled dragon remembered this place - or at least what had stood there what seemed like an age ago. Years ago, there was this rickety, wooden platform with a small facility perched on top that had a clear view of the beach. It had been painted an awful sky-blue colour and the few times he had been inside, it had been sweltering hot because the A/C was not powerful enough to compensate for the blazing sun, lack of ventilation and glass.

Now there was a strong, sturdy facility planted on steel struts, a small garage at the base for various vehicles that could make it easily across the sand and the lookout was broad enough to not only fit a decent A/C unit but also various pieces of hi-tech equipment that could be used to monitor the beach. Lucian was set down on one of the benches within the lookout and offered a towel. There was only one other lifeguard in the station and the chimp gave Boris’ ass a very loud smack before heading out.

“What… what happened?” Lucian asked, dabbing his scales with the towel. Given how hot it was, he didn’t need to dry himself off that much. Even though the sun was already starting to set, it was still swelteringly hot.

“What are you referring to?” Boris asked. “This?” The fox gestured around himself. “Or this?” With a cheeky smile, he used that same arm and gave Lucian a flex.

Trying to swallow the obvious question, he bobbed his head from side to side. “Sohomo. What happened to the town? It’s never been this busy or… or…”

“Modern?” finished Boris, flicking his ears forward. “Yeah. The Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance saw that Sohomo is basically a dead-end town where people get pregnant and lose all of their potential. So, they moved in and started to fix up the place. Made it a little more modern and a place for opportunity.”

“Like… you becoming a lifeguard?”

“And more,” came the sly response with this strange twinkle in his eyes. “They’re building environmentally friendly power plants, pushing for a sustainable fishing industry and even modernising a lot of the local businesses so that they’re not just limited to Sohomo. We’re putting Sohomo on the map!”

I’ve heard that many times before.

There had been so many people in the past who had claimed to do the same. There were memories of fellow high-school graduates who had made the bold statement that they would make the world know the name ‘Sohomo’. But none of it ever amounted to anything.

Although…

This was the first time he had ever seen anything actually change Sohomo. Did one of those graduates actually get a government job and come back to reform this dead-end town? If he could become the assistant to a multi-millionaire, surely someone else could do something similar.

“How about we get you out of those clothes and into something warmer?” Boris suggested.

Lucian offered a lopsided smile. “Sure.”

There were some change rooms in the back of the much larger lookout station and Boris gave him some clothes consisting of clean briefs, shorts and a very loose, yellow shirt. The shorts and shirt were much bigger than he would have liked and guessed it came from Boris’ new, expanded wardrobe. The briefs were comfortable, though. Nice and warm. Hugged his package rather well.

By the time he got out of the change rooms, the sun had mostly set casting a faint twilight on the beach, turning the grey sands a beautiful shade of pinkish-purple and colouring the skies with a gradient of deep, rosy red to soft, dark blue. It took his breath away just staring at the scene beyond the glass and he was reminded of one of the few things that made Sohomo bearable.

Boris was waiting for him, arms crossed and looking very statuesque in the sunset’s light. The fox held out a steaming cup of coffee towards him and Lucian accepted it with gratitude.

“Just in time,” said his former ward. “The presentation is just about to start.”

“Presentation?”

Boris gestured towards the beach front. Not quite on the sands but close enough that what had to be thousands of celebrants could see the enormous stage there. The band was just finishing up to uproarious applause. The emcee stepped up to the microphone as the band members stepped away. They were quite far from the stage but so he wasn’t too sure but he could swear the guy was a lion with dreadlocks wearing nothing but a red speedo.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the lion’s voice. “We know you’re all here to have one hell of a Spring Break and we here at the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance are proud to sponsor you all. We are all here to welcome Sohomo into a new age! An age where this town isn’t just alive for a few weeks a year. An age where kids don’t throw away their futures for a mistake they made during one drunken fling. An age where there is equal opportunity for all no matter your species, age or even where you were born. You dream it and the Department will make it happen.”

Lucian snorted softly as he took a sip from his coffee. It was quite sweet with a little bit of a salty tang to it. It honestly reminded him a little of the sea.

“Something wrong?” Boris asked.

“No,” the dragon mumbled, shaking his head. “It’s just that I’ve lived here, Boris. I’ve heard this same speech over and over again. I mean, yeah, this would be the first time I’ve actually seen something done but it’ll just all fall into the same routine in the end.”

He didn’t see Boris’ sinister smile but heard his words dripping with menace. “Oh, we’re counting on it.”

Only then did he turn and saw the strange, dark glint in the corner of the fox’s eyes. “What?”

The lion on stage continued. “But before we all welcome you to Sohomo, here’s a word from our one true sponsor, none other than the President of the United States!”

That made Lucian jerk his head back towards the stage where he realised the back of the stage was actually a very large screen. The crest of the President’s office appeared on screen for a moment and some patriotic song played before a clean, crisp video of the President appeared. His jaw dropped at the sight and there was a hushed silence that came upon the entire crowd. Even partying teenagers had to be in awe at the sight of the President.

“Gentlemen,” greeted the President, smiling at them proudly. “I wanted to thank you personally for your service to your country. I know some of you still have questions and perhaps some degree of hesitation but let me assure you that everything that has happened to you and the great town of Sohomo, Florida has been determined to be good for these United States.”

“Is… Is this live?” Lucian asked.

“It sure is,” replied Boris with a bright grin. “Right from the heart of Washington.”

“The Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance was formed over three decades ago in secret,” continued the President. “Back then, it was devoted entirely to the study of how we can make every part of this country work for us, to benefit not only the administration but every American. Towns like yours have been isolated for so long that Senators and Representatives barely even recall them anymore. They lie forgotten and dying except for brief burst when they need your votes or, in the case of Sohomo, when Spring Break comes about.”

There was a shout from somewhere in the crowd, loud enough to each even Lucian.

“Yeah! Spring Break! Woooo!”

The President chuckled and absently pointed generically at the screen. “That’s right.” Then his features became serious again. “But each and every one of you is important. Every town is important. Every inch of this great land is important. You are American and that means that you each bring experience, culture and your own personality into the equation. It would be a waste to let any of that disappear into the annals of history.

“Thus, in conjunction with what was initially a supersoldier project, the Department gave us The Perfect Pair Symbiont and kicked off The Perfect Pair Project. You can rest assured that this has all been heavily researched in the past thirty years and your health and safety is guaranteed. I personally made sure during my tenure as Senator that this project’s priority was on the people and not the output the symbiosis would produce. For this is ultimately what the Project is about; the symbiosis of each individual American to the country as a whole.”

Lucian glanced back at Boris in confusion. “What’s going on, Boris?”

The fox’s eyes locked with his and he watched in horror as the sclera turned black. “We’re part of the Department now, Lucian. We got bonded with a Symbiont that made us this massive, awesome fox. It made us realise that we’ve been living too long under the shadow of our father and that it’s time we made our own path. The Department gave us purpose and an amazing body to boot!”

“And it made you gay!?”

Boris threw his head back and laughed. “We were already gay well before that, Lucian. You knew that.”

Sad thing was, he did. He had seen the signs and he had the inkling that Boris’ father was gay too but so far in the closet that he buried his true feelings behind work.

“I… I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I know some of you have come here under duress,” the President continued. “Some of you were tricked, maybe coerced into joining. But always remember that there is a choice. You can always leave. When I personally visited Sohomo, I could see that choice was taken away from a lot of people. Some would come here and make one mistake that would anchor them to this town forever. They would never have the choice to leave. Others would be born here and never have the opportunity leave. Then there are the retirees that would come here seeking some way to whittle away the rest of their lives but never get the comfort they deserve because, let’s be honest, Sohomo isn’t exactly paradise.”

Boris stepped forward, towering over Lucian. The dragon couldn’t take a step back. He was paralysed and felt fear grip his chest. His legs felt like lead. “Sohomo is growing, Lucian,” said the fox. “We need workers to help make sure it doesn’t stop growing. Everyone that came here has been given a taste of what it means to work from the Department. To become like… this…” He held out his arms, showing the powerful, vascular limbs that were barely hidden beneath that full-body swimsuit.

“Y - You can’t do that,” stammered Lucian, still unable to take a step away. “P - People will ask questions! Parents will be concerned!”

“What did you think I meant when I said we were counting on things falling into the same routine?” asked the fox with a devious grin. “By the end of Spring Break, everyone who wants to stay here will be bonded with their Symbiont and will go back to their homes, to their colleges with smoking hot bodies and swimwear that will never leave them. But they’ll be telling stories of how Sohomo is still cheap and not a good Spring Break destination. Because it won’t be. It’ll be a strong, modern city. No one will want to come here even after those very same people decide to transfer over here. It’ll leave enough of a question for those they know to want to investigate the town but not enough to incite a full-blown investigation.”

It was genius. Prevent the more gullible from coming to Sohomo and remove it’s reputation as a Spring Break town to avoid constant intake of people but still open the doors of visits and potentially snaring more converts.

“You’ll never get away with this!” Lucian growled.

Boris laughed heartily. “Come on, Lucian. We already have.”

“For those of you who still harbour doubts,” said the President, barely noticed by the two, “let me assure you that this is not a sacrifice for your country. This is a choice that you must make. Progress and the future of our country depends on the success of The Perfect Pair Project. Whether you choose to participate or not is entirely up to you. We cannot stop you nor do we want to but this is an opportunity that you will never get again, not in your lifetime. Each of you will make this project a success so please, not only from the projects heads but for me, your President, make the right choice for yourself.

“Once again, from everyone here in Washington and the country, thank you.”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Lucian couldn’t believe that they were just going along with this. There should be uproar. Rioting. Why were they just letting themselves get controlled!?

Suddenly, Boris reached out and gently pressed a very large paw against Lucian’s chest. “Oooh. You’re coming along really well, Lucian. You’re going to make for a sexy Breaker.”

Lucian’s eyes widened and he looked down at what that paw was grasping. All too late he realised that the tightness in his chest did not come from fear. It came from the fact that his pectorals had swollen to the point where they were stretching the borrowed, yellow shirt taut! He couldn’t even see his feet from beneath the mountains.

“What!?” he grunted, his much-deeper voice sounding so alien coming from his throat.

“That coffee I gave you?” Boris laughed. “Yeah. It had my cum in it.” He winked at the dragon. “Trade secret. We integrate others through bodily fluids.”

Oh fuck! I’m infected!

“Don’t resist, Lucian,” chuckled the fox. “Like the President said. This is all for the good of the country.” That paw gently rose up, caressing his shoulders. He wasn’t sure if Boris was getting closer or the fox was pulling him closer but suddenly, they were almost nose-to-nose. “Besides, don’t you want to see your hometown bigger and better than it ever was?”

No! I left this place for a reason! I can leave it again!

Lucian couldn’t move. At least his legs wouldn’t move. He was very well aware of the tightness of his shorts and he could only assume it was because his legs were expanding. Right before his eyes, he could see himself rising in height. His muzzle was tilted upwards to face Boris but as the seconds ticked by and a new band took up the stage, that incline was slowly evening out as he grew taller and taller.

“Don’t you want to see your home revitalised?” rumbled Boris, drawing ever closer. “A glimmering jewel that could rival New York City?”

Lucian became aware of another kind of tightness in his shorts and it was with embarrassment that he realised it was his rapidly growing erection.

How can I be into this!? He’s basically my son! Move, damnit! Move!

“You know what you got to do, right?” cooed Boris, leaning closer until their noses were almost touching. “Just kiss me and you’ll start your journey to becoming one of us.”

That was it.

For some reason, those words sent an electric shock through Lucian that snapped him out of the hypnotic spell.

He managed to fight through his arousal and offered a shaky grin. “You know what? My parents and all the other guys that I left behind basically said the same thing to me when I wanted to leave the first time. Thanks for reminding me of that.”

With all his might, Lucian shoved Boris back and spun around. He flung the lookout door’s open and practically leapt over the railings. This was all on instinct and he totally forgot that he was maybe twenty feet off the ground. Even with the sand beneath him, it would’ve been a dangerous fall. His body immediately compensated, however, and unfurled his wings. Fire shot through his veins, seeping into his wing membranes and bones. Both his wings suddenly flared out, spreading wide and catching the air like a parachute. He was stunned as he landed on the ground with a grunt, the wings around his shoulders wrapping around him like a tent.

“Well I’ll be damned…” he laughed softly, awed at the immense webbed surfaces.

Then he reminded himself of why he had to leap off the lifeguard station in the first place. Rising to his bare feet, he bolted towards the crowd, hoping to lose Boris in the midst.

That was a mistake.

Everyone was packed together tightly and as the party started all over again, there was a lot of fluid being flung around. Some otter got up onto the shoulders of a brawny, hairy orca and shook a champagne bottle he was holding. The subsequent spray of foamy liquid sprayed all over the place. Some guys were standing with their muzzles wide open and others tore open their shirts to get the drizzle. Lucian gawked as those exposed to the shower visible grew right in front of his eyes. Too late did he realise that some of it got on him. His knees went weak even as his legs further expanded, stretching the fabric of his shorts. Even over the roar of the music and crowd, he could hear the garment tearing at the seams.

Gritting his teeth, the dragon powered forward, shouldering through the masses. He had to admit, his newfound bulk helped though it was a quickly fading advantage. All the men around him were rapidly growing for one reason or another. His cock, acting almost like a diving rod, inched towards a couple who were passionately locked in a kiss, the smaller one packing on the muscle while shamelessly grinding against his more muscular partner. When he turned his gaze away from them, his eyes fell upon a guy who was being spitroasted right there and then on the sand while others were happily watching and stroking their own gargantuan members.

He let out a cry that was drowned out by the music but somehow managed to make it to the boardwalk.

That offered no relief.

There was an outdoor gym where dozens of guys were getting their bodies rubbed all over by oil by others wearing nothing buy swimwear. These bodybuilders were all naked, their cocks erect and growing bigger and bigger just as they packed on the muscle with every drop of oil that was massaged into their bodies. They flexed, strutted and rubbed their cocks against one another almost as if they were racing to see which of them could reach the longest before they came. In his hurry, Lucian lost track of where he was going. With the wooden boardwalk slick with all forms of fluids and his feet bare, he had very little traction. The world tipped backwards and he suddenly slammed down onto his back. His hurried momentum took him sliding along the floor and right into a ground-level pool.

The cold shock of the water was enough to bring him back to his senses… momentarily.

As the bubbles cleared, he suddenly found himself surrounded by lots and lots of thick, muscular legs and the equally thick cocks hovering between them. There was no subtlety in the forest of muscle and members. Strings of cum and precum were swirling about like little streamers celebrating the total corruption of Sohomo by the Department. His breath held, Lucian recoiled as one such band of thick, white goo wormed its way towards him like it had a mind of its own. The dragon kicked and flailed, breaching the surface and letting out a gasp for breath.

He immediately paddled towards the edge of the pool, forgetting his own limitations for the moment and instinctively beating his wings slightly to keep him afloat. His claws dug into the tiles of the pool’s edge, groaning softly as a blazing heat of adrenaline pumped into his body. The clothes he wore were heavy with water and whatever else was oozing within these Department drones. The weight didn’t bother him so much as the fact that his body was still expanding and he could feel the fabric tightening around his torso. Fangs bared, he pulled himself out of the pool and half-staggered, half-hobbled back towards the parking to his car.

Only then did he realise that his keys and his wallet were not in his possession. They were still with Boris… with his wet clothes.

“Fuck!” he roared, slamming both fists into the roof of the rented car. The chassis buckled beneath the force of his blow.

Goddamnit! Not like this! I don’t want to be drawn back here! Not when I put so much effort to leaving it!

Then the car beeped.

Stared at the door for a second… before trying it. It opened miraculously and he turned in surprise. Boris approached, holding out the keys before him.

“We’re not forcing anyone to stay, Lucian,” said the fox gently. His eyes were still blackened by this alien force masquerading as a government branch but there was a gentle… innocence and honesty in his features that reminded the dragon of the little kit he had practically raised. “If you wanted to leave, all you had to do was say so.”

“You’re shitting me,” he growled, pressing a hand towards his chest. The other hand instinctively went towards his crotch. “I feel that… that… thing growing inside of me! It’s in my head!” He was nearly in tears as he gestured at his body. “Look what it’s done to me! I’m… I’m bigger… healthier and… stronger than I’ve ever been!” He spread his wings. “It’s fantastic!” Then he folded his wings back, clutching the sides of his head. “But it’s wrong!”

“What makes it wrong?”

He snarled, staring defiantly at Boris. “It’s wrong because I want to fuck you so bad!”

Boris inclined his head slightly. “Would that be so bad? We’re all family here.”

Lucian threw his head back and let out a roar. “Goddamnit! I don’t want this! I mean… I do but… But I don’t want to come back to Sohomo! Even with everything, I left this place for a reason! I spent so long trying to leave it! If I just come back, all that is for nothing!”

He fixed a fierce gaze at Boris.

“I’m leaving. You can’t stop me.”

The fox gave him a sad smile and held out the keys. “It’s your choice, Lucian. It always has been.”

His features melted and he shook his head apologetically.

“I’m so sorry, Boris. Tell your brother I love him.”

And with that, Lucian snatched the keys from the fox and got into his car.

******

The sun was just starting to rise on Sohomo, Florida but Ulric Webber had been up for while. His father, Gustav, had been as well. More accurately, they never really went to bed. The prior night, they cuddled up next to one another on the couch, attached the dick pumps that were everywhere in their house to their monster cocks and binged some adult animation. They laughed, they made out, they cringed and they fucked. He was fairly sure he only got about four hours of sleep but that was normal these days. Breakers like him and his father barely needed any sleep. Part of being bonded to their P3 Symbiont and basically being supersoldiers.

He broke the kiss from his dad as both of them shot one last load into the thick tube that was attached to their stiff cocks. Gallons of cum poured into the pipes and into the massive storage tanks beneath their house. All the pumps in the house went into those tanks which would eventually be emptied and sent to the Department to produce many of the products that both otters would eventually run ads for.

“We better get ready,” Gustav mumbled, nuzzling his son affectionately. “Trent won’t wait until for us.”

Ulric sighed heavily and gently patted his father’s broad thighs. “Not since he and Blaine got hitched.”

Both otters removed the pumps from their dicks, letting out a relieved sigh. Naturally there was a cleaning routine that the pumps had to go through. Disinfectant and all not only to keep it hygienic but also to make sure that they could be used if anyone were ever to come over. And these days, they had a lot of guests over. Sohomo was a very friendly place, after all.

Ulric stretched and padded off towards the shower while his dad got dressed and headed downstairs. The young otter weaved through the second storey apartment positioned above the Otter’s Cup coffee store. He made his way to the shower and turned on the water as cold as possible. Even after having just cum, as a Breaker, he was still running very hot. The cold shower helped cool him off. He smiled softly to himself as he washed his lean, muscled frame and ran through his schedule for the rest of the day.

Not ten minutes later, strong arms were wrapping around his waist and Gustav’s teeth were gently nibbling his ears, that monster of a cock slipping into his ass like it had so many times before.

“Breakfast is almost ready,” rumbled his dad. “Bacon just needs to get nice and crisp. Just the way you like it.”

“Shouldn’t you be watching it then?” Ulric asked before locking hips with his dad.

“We’ll just have to make it quick.”

Like so many times before, the two otters fucked and fucked hard. Breakers fucked like a tsunami crashing down on a coastal town and produced just as much cum. Their drains, advanced as they were, couldn’t handle the flood of seed that came up to their ankles by the time they were done. Thankfully, Gustav had learned how to prepare food between their fucking sessions so by the time the two otters had gotten properly cleaned up, the bacon was indeed nice and crisp just the way Ulric liked it. They ate out in the middle of the dining area of the coffee shop, the smell of fresh coffee mixed with special Department-issue additives already in the air.

Ulric was just halfway through his breakfast when his phone pinged him.

Muzzle half-full of eggs, he waved his phone at his dad. “Looks like we’ve got our first order.”

Gustav leaned forward and kissed his nose gently. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, son.”

He just smiled at his dad as the elder otter who could have looked like his twin picked up his finished dish and headed into the kitchen to prepare the delivery order. Just fifteen minutes later, Ulric was cleaning up after himself and flipping the sign to say ‘open’ on the front door. It wasn’t long after that before the first customers started coming in.

As usual, the first through the door was the big, burly Blaine Fluorite with his workout buddy, Nate. The two, fresh off the outdoor gym and dripping with sweat, greeted the otter duo with a wave.

“The usual, if you wouldn’t mind, my man!” Blaine announced.

“Make mine a double,” Nate exclaimed, swinging his broad, muscled arms back and forth. “We’ve got a pump today! Need the protein!”

“Fuck, us too! Make ours a double too!”

Nate slapped Blaine’s broad chest with the back of his hand. “Stop copying us!”

“We ain’t copyin’ you, dude! We’re just fuckin’ hungry!”

Ulric rolled his eyes. These two were constantly competing with one another. It was kind of cute. And sexy. He distinctly recalled when they got into one competitive streak that Gustav had invited them upstairs to wrestle over who would foot the bill. It ended in a tie. Ulric and Gustav’s kissing and naked bodies and distracted them.

That sparked an idea in Ulric’s mind.

“What do you boys say we be the deciding factor in today’s match?” he asked with a sultry smirk.

The two huge, bodybuilding men wearing nothing but their thongs exchanged glances before smirking at the otter. “Aren’t you always?”

With little prompting, Nate jumped over the counter, swept Ulric off his feet and carried him upstairs. Gustav jumped onto Blaine’s back and ‘rode’ him shortly afterwards. Within minutes, all of them had retracted their Symbionts and fucking. As usual, Gustav and Ulric were locking lips, cocks in one another’s paws while the two burly bodybuilders had their cocks up the otters’ asses.

Nate won this round and the red dragon proudly marked the big chalkboard in the living room with another line.

“Now we’re tied up, bro!”

Customers were starting to flood in shortly afterwards so the otters actually had to start working.

Before he left, though, Blaine asked, “You’re coming to see Trent off, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Ulric answered with a smile.

An hour into service, the rest of the crew started coming in. Amongst them was a big, beefy boar that looked absolutely smoking in the short shorts and white shirt he wore with the top buttons undone to show off his fang necklace.

“Come to pick up that delivery order,” Broody said, sniffing the air lightly. “Who won this time?”

Ulric grinned as he handed the boar the bag with the food. “Nate.”

“Damn. We had our bets on Blaine. Gonna have to find some way to bring that boy up to speed!”

Broody went off to deliver the food giving Ulric the opportunity he needed to leave his station for the next hour or so to see Trent off. He left the coffee shop and beamed broadly as the sun beat down on him and the metropolis that had become Sohomo.

It had only been five short years since that fateful day when he had been brought into the Department but already, Sohomo had evolved from a dead end Spring Break town to what was being hailed as a ‘hidden gem’ of the United States or the ‘American Venice’. The boardwalk which his store had been positioned on was one of many long, stone and steel platforms that extended out into the beach. There were ‘roads’ of water cutting through the streets with bridges connecting one stone sidewalk to the other. Modern buildings stretched from one side of the coast to the other with all the industrial and high-rise buildings perched on the shore. Residential homes had been built out into the ocean, an ever-growing suburb where residents had the constant pleasure of the fresh, sea breeze and waking up to the gentle lapping of the ocean beneath their feet.

The town had expanded with over a hundred thousand resident living there and constantly growing albeit at a slow, controlled rate. The moment Sohomo’s reputation as a Spring Break town had dropped, few people actually came to the town until rumours started floating about that it was now a beautiful place to settle down if you liked the sun, sea and sexy men. It was a place that one could never get bored.

Ulric took one of the ‘water cabs’ which were small boats that travelled through the canals and disembarked at ‘Shore City’ which was what everyone was now calling the old boardwalk that had started this all. It was also where the Department kept their headquarters and where he had his modelling shoots. Those tended to be rare these days which was one of the reasons that he opened up a coffee shop with his dad. He’d work at the power plant every now and then to help supplement their funds but he was never in need of money.

The Department provided for them and everyone was happy to give back to the Department.

He hurried down the boardwalk and passed one of the hottest night clubs in town and Blaine’s home; the Nightfox. Naturally, given that it was the middle of the morning, there wasn’t much activity but he just caught Boris Fletcher leaving his residence.

“Boris!” he exclaimed, waving at the fox and bounding over. “Going off to see Trent?”

The tall, muscled fox with long, wavy hair grinned brightly and brought Ulric in for a hug. Their Symbionts reacted, their cocks churning at the memory of them fucking two nights ago when Boris had come over for some drinks. Even dressed in a casual shirt and pants, Boris was still wearing his full-body swimsuit.

“Of course!” replied the fox. “We’ve got to see my brother-in-law out as he goes off on a potentially dangerous fishing trip!”

Ulric rolled his eyes as he pulled away from the fox and turned towards the docks, one paw firmly gripping Boris’ ass. “Come on. We both know nothing out there could post a danger to our men.”

A third voice interrupted them, one that firmly gripped Ulric’s paw and pulled it away from Boris’ ass.

“Nothing except a father’s concern over not being included!” Calvin Fletcher exclaimed, spinning Ulric around in a very flamboyant pirouette before making sure that very same paw was resting on the fox’s crotch. Calvin, both Boris and Blaine’s father, leaned down and gave Ulric a very passionate kiss on the lips that lasted a whole thirty seconds. If Ulric wasn’t pressed for time, he would have dropped his pants there and then to fuck the very sexy, grey-muzzled fox with rainbow-coloured Mohawk.

“Come on, dad,” Ulric said, breaking the kiss. “We’ve got to see your son-in-law off.”

Calvin growled playfully at him and leaned down to nibble on his ear. “Fuck. You know how calling us ‘dad’ turns us on.”

It was Boris’ turn to roll his eyes as he patted his father and lover’s shoulder and hiked a thumb towards the docks. “Come on, you two. If we don’t hurry, Trent will ship off without us.”

There was no way that was happening but none of them wanted to hold up the orca.It was with great reluctance that the two pulled away from one another but not before Ulric invited Calvin over for the evening. Calvin, unfortunately, declined as it was Open-Mic Night at the bar and he’d need to help Boris keep the place clean. With Blaine as the bartender, Blaine as the general floor manager and Calvin as the business manager, the trio made a powerful team that made Nightfox the premier club for those who just got out of work and wanted to unwind. Not to mention the facilities were specially built for Breakers and had dick pumps, cooling baths and private rooms for those that wanted to blow off some steam.

The three of them headed down towards the docks where Trent’s big fishing boat was just about ready to head off. The hair orca was already there with his husband, Blaine, their rings glittering in the morning light. Trent beamed as they approached and spread his big, meaty arms wide to welcome them. He gave each of them a hug, kissing Boris on the cheek. Though he tired to do the same with Calvin, the man who had repressed his sexuality for years and was not just making up for it, went right for the orca’s tonsils and even copping a grope. Everyone let the two have a good two minutes of passionate lip-locking as - though Blaine was loathed to admit it - Calvin was a damn good kisser.

When they were finally done, Calvin released Trent and held the orca’s cheeks in his paws.

“You be careful, you hear son?” said the elder fox, genuine concern on his features. “We want you back safe and sound so you can pound this ass.”

“If there’s ever any reason to keep coming back,” Trent said with a wink, “it’s to these fine foxes.”

Trent then turned towards Ulric and brought the otter into a hug.

“We’re going to miss you,” Ulric sighed.

“We won’t be gone for that long,” said Trent, gently rubbing his back. “We’ll be back before you know it. Just save us some of your best coffee!”

“You bet!”

They shared one kiss, their Symbionts gently gurgling affectionately. The bond between progenitor and descendant was strong and as the one that had turned Trent, Ulric already felt a deep longing.

“Wanna come onboard for a minute?” Trent asked.

“We’d love to,” Ulric answered with a smile.

The two walked hand in hand up the gangplank to the front of the ship, facing the city. It was so hard to believe that not so long ago, Sohomo’s tallest building had been the church steeple and the western docks were nothing more than a ruined, ramshackle collection of broken and rotting warehouses. Everything looked so different now.

“Still can’t believe that five years ago, we were so keen on leaving this place,” Trent sighed, gazing affectionately at the city. “Now, as we’re just about to go out into the ocean to fish, we’re finding it hard to leave.”

Ulric laughed softly, wrapping his arm around Trent’s broad waist and resting his head on the orca’s shoulder. “The Department really did a number on us.” He rubbed his cheeks gently against the orca’s hair, muscled pecs and gazed up at him. “Do you regret it?”

Trent leaned down and gave him a little peck on the nose. “Of course not.”

They spent another five minutes just gazing out at beautiful Sohomo. As tempting as it was to fuck, it didn’t seem right. It was only when their body temperatures were starting to rise again that either of them realised they needed to start moving again. Ulric bid Trent one last affectionate kiss goodbye before heading back down the gangway. His entire extended family waved and watched as the boat backed away and headed off into the deep ocean, to come back maybe a week or two later with a big haul of fish.

One by one, the small group departed, heading back to their respective lives; another gear in the golden machine that was Sohomo, Florida.

Ulric was the last to leave and as he did so, he caught sight of an arm waving at him from a little car parked beside the beach side. Curious, he headed over.

“Excuse me,” began the young wolf in the passenger seat. He was holding up a map and it looked like his dad was in the driver’s seat, knuckles bulging in fury while staring straight ahead. “I’m afraid we’re lost. Do you know where we are? We’re trying to head down to Orlando.”

Ulric beamed and he felt his Symbiont squirm in anticipation.

“Yeah. You missed the turn to Orlando a couple dozen miles north. But you’re more than welcome here!” He spread his arms wide, making sure the two wolves got a good look at his toned, firm body.

“Welcome to Sohomo, Florida!”

******

The corporate gym was one of those places where overweight, middle-aged rhinos like Harold tried to convince himself that he was on the road to fitness. Located on the bottom floor of a high-rise building right in the heart of Kokmore (pronounced koh-kuh-moh-ruh), New York, it was really just a small collection of treadmills, a single weight bench and some free weights. Really, not much better than a hotel gym. It’s biggest feature was the basketball field but few people used that. Still, Harold who was just reaching his mid-twenties, wanted to hit the gym at least once every day just so that he could at least claim he was trying to stay fit.

Though he was already starting to feel his posture creeping into a permanent slouch and a beer belly growing ever since he started his corporate job as a salesman for some insurance company he had never heard of. One would think that Kokmore was actually quite a densely populated and successful place given how there were dozens of high-rise buildings and rush hour traffic was a thing. But that was a misconception.

Kokamore was where business was done. No one lived in the city. Everyone lived in the outlying suburbs that were at least thirty minutes drive away but could take up to two hours depending on traffic. During the weekend and even during lunch, the town was completely and utterly devoid of life as everyone was either in the office or back at home with their families. The towering skyscrapers were big, empty monoliths that stood quietly, a testament to just how empty all and soul-sucking corporate life was.

Harold sighed softly as he bent down and tied the laces of his expensive - albeit scuffed - dress shoes. A quick glance at his watch revealed that it was just a little past noon. He’d have fifteen minutes to scarf down his lunch before he went back making calls to get people to sign up to their insurance plans which - in his opinion - were total scams.

God, what have I become?

His self-loathing was stopped, however, when the light seemed to be blotted out by a huge, towering, green mass. To the guy’s credit, it was mostly because of his huge, broad, webbed wings. Harold couldn’t help but stare at the massive dragon that waded past him in the cramped gym setting wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Excuse me,” rumbled the beast, his voice so deep it could move mountains.

“Uh… Sorry,” Harold squeaked. The guy looked like he had stepped out of Hollywood. A big, broad chest was dusted with light sprinkles of curly, red hair that popped out thanks to the softer, yellow scales that ran from the underside of his jaw and down his belly. His scales were polished and perfect, not a single crack or blemish on them. Broad muscles pressed up against his natural armour with thick veins popping up and down his biceps before disappearing into his broad, juicy pectorals. Yet despite all this, there was this refined quality to him; not at all brutish but like life had naturally airbrushed every part of him so that he was perfectly handsome.

“I… Uh… Haven’t seen you around before,” Harold began. “You new?”

The dragon beamed at him, flashing a million-dollar smile. “Yeah. We just moved in to the top floor.”

He had heard the building had some new tenants that had taken the very expensive top floor. That floor had a big rooftop garden and was prime real estate. A bit too pricey for most residents and businesses in Kokmore, though. While a lot of business was done in the city, it wasn’t quite enough to really justify the price of working at the top of the forty-floor building.

“Oh yeah?” Harold continued, working in some of the charm he had learned from cold-calling people. “Who do you work for?”

“It’s a government gig. The Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance.”

That made sense. Only the government could afford that kind of workspace. Though he had to wonder what a government agency would be doing here of all places. Surely they would’ve been better suited a few hours away in Manhattan or maybe even Brooklyn.

“Nice. Welcome to the neighbourhood.” Harold held out his hand. “My name is Harold. Harold Basker.”

The towering dragon who had to at least be seven feet tall took his hand easily, fingers wrapping all the way around his wrists. Surprisingly, that palm was silky smooth. “Lucian Garrows.”

Unfortunately, the moment that Lucian reached for Harold, his hand slipped from his towel. Harold couldn’t help but stare at the very massive bulge barely hidden by the red and white briefs that clung onto Lucian’s crotch. The beast hidden beneath that fabric struck the rhino with a strong case of penis-envy.

“Oops!” Lucian laughed, releasing Harold’s hand and reaching for the towel. “Sorry.”

Harold wasn’t sure what to say and just waved off the comment. “Don’t worry about it.” He gave Lucian a sidelong glance as he plucked his suit jacket from the locker. “So, ‘Lucky’ huh?”

“What?” asked the dragon with one red eyebrow raised.

“Your briefs. They had the name ‘Lucky’ on them.”

Lucian grinned broadly. Harold wasn’t sure but he thought there was faint fleck of black in the corner of the dragon’s eyes.

Probably a trick of the light.

“Oh right,” chortled the big, brawny reptile. “Lucian ‘Lucky’ Garrows.” He gave Harold a sly wink that gave the rhino a light blush. “If you want, we can show you why they call us that. Say… six o’clock. Meet me out front?”

Whoa…

Harold swallowed hard and he wasn’t sure why but there was just this raw charismatic magnetism that caused his muzzle to move even without him fully registering it.

“Yeah, sure. It’s a date.”