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Pixie and the others had returned to her home (formerly Randal and Todd's home) after a night of sexual freedom. Randal and Todd walked in the back door with their dicks still coated in moistness from sticking them into lustful vaginas. Pixie shut the door behind them and the night breeze that cooled their dicks vanished.

Geffa took Todd to another room without a word and Randal walked around the living room. He looked around, unsure what to do with himself. He stretched and yawned. It had been a long day and despite his polymorphic circumstances, he needed some sleep. There was no telling what his canine future had in store for him but he knew that he was going to end the day still a dog.

Pixie was hanging up the collars on the hangers by the front door. Randal called to her, "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

Pixie motioned out the back screen door, "In the doghouses!"

Randal looked into the backyard. He must have not seen them coming in because back there were two doghouses, never seen before by Randal! Randal turned cold. The idea of him sleeping outside was horrifying, let alone sleeping as a naked dog-man.

"I have to sleep outside?" said Randal.

"You are a pet after all!" Pixie said.

Randal said nothing but stewed in his own preemptive embarassment. He thought about people walking by the backyard, staring at him while he was asleep, measuring and sizing up his flacid penis. They could comment on its size and shape without him even knowing it. The thought was dreadful!

"But do dogs sleep on their master's bed?" said Pixie.

"Some do," said Randal.

Pixie walked up to Randal, "Then... maybe tonight you can sleep on my bed."

Randal smiled wide, tongue out and ears perked! He was happy to be given mercy from his master! If he had a tail, it would have been wagging! Pixie was going to bed so Randal followed her to her (formerly Todd's) room, but she asked him to wait outside and shut the door. Randal was confused but looked over at the kitchen and pulled out a dining table chair. He sat for a minute and when the door opened, Pixie was wearing a silk blue nightgown.

She said nothing, but Randal got a vibe. He got up and followed Pixie into the room. The idea of being in Todd's room was weird, but it already had Pixie's feminine feel. The computer that Todd had was gone. It looked like new furniture had been moved in and old stuff removed, not that Randal had seen into Todd's room too many times.

The bed was large and covered with a frilly comforter. It was weird to sleep at the end of the bed like an actual pet dog but the bed was comfortable and he knew that it was an upgrade from sleeping in the backyard. Pixie slid into the bed, put her legs under the sheets and picked up a book by the nightstand.

Randal didn't know how to curl up like a dog. He flipped around the bed, trying to tug in his legs, but nothing was working. He laid on his back with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and was pretty comfy. He rested there for a while quietly, but then opened his eyes and looked over a Pixie reading her book.

"Whatcha reading?" asked Randal.

"The Horns of Roxbury," said Pixie, "It's a sultry romance novel. It's pretty good!" she paused, "Although technically its the first book I ever read."

"What's it about?" asked Randal.

Pixie giggled, "A sheep lady and her lizard husband move to a country town. They become neighbors to a cougar farmer and the sheep finds out that..." Pixie giggled again, but lower, "the cougar man has a massive package!"

Randal chuckled, "So it's a sexy book?"

Pixie grinned, "We'll see!"

Randal said nothing for a moment, then flipped on his back, "Oh... anyway, good night!"

Pixie lifted a foot under the covers and used the clothed appendage to rub Randal's side, gliding her foot's soft flesh along his fuzzy hips. She said, "Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"

Randal looked at her. She looked back with lustful eyes. He leaned up and crawled up across the bed, penis dangling and wagging as he moved closer to Pixie. When he got close, she put the book down on the endtable and reached out to bring Randal's head in close. She turned her head and Randal turned his the other way and their lips connected. It was a quiet clean kiss. After pulling away, Randal and Pixie smiled at each other.

"Come on," said Pixie, "You can kiss me better than that. Kiss me hard! Let yourself go wild!"

Was it a command from Pixie, something that would control Randal's body to do her bidding? Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't but Randal shoved his face into Pixie's and began kissing sloppily, letting his mouth open and close on Pixie's face. Pixie's muzzle was a lot smaller but she did her best to kiss back equally as sloppy and wildly. Their tongues danced and connected. Randal let drool fall from his chin onto the bed.

They fell away from each other. Pixie looked at Randal with some spit dripping from her chin. She pulled her legs out from under the covers. She wagged a foot at him and he picked it up and kissed her on the top of her foot. He massaged the top of the foot and the padding on the bottom, letting one of her claws scrape gently down the middle of his palm.

Pixie lowered the straps to her nightgown and let it fall to her waist. Pixie's breasts, tummy, and fat body were in naked view. She had big breasts with a natural firmness. Her flabs of fat cuddled to her sides and back. Randal looked at her body and his butt clenched. Slowly, his cock got firm.

Pixie fondled her breasts, "Lick."

Randal leaned in and with his big mastiff tongue gave one of Pixie breasts a lick, the nipple rubbing down the center of his tongue. He gave another lick to the side, then another underneath. He suckled the nipple just a second, and felt actual milk enter his mouth but pulled away because it felt like he was going too far.

Pixie giggled and turned to let her legs hang over the bed. She lowered the nightgown to the floor and then pulled down her panties. She turned back towards Randal and her cooch was in full display. It glistened in the dim bedroom light. It was pink but the slightest fuzz gave it an orange hint.

Pixie splayed her legs apart and leaned against the wall behind the headboard. Randal got up on his knees and shimmied forward between Pixie's fatty thighs. Another fat cat to fuck this evening, but Randal liked it. In that moment, he could have welcomed an eternity of fucking fat cat ladies. His cock was long and hard as a telephone pole.

"You better treat your owner _real_good!" said Pixie.

Randal took Pixie's thighs and lifted them up a bit so he could insert his cock with ease. There was a sticky smack sound when the long hard shaft sliding into her and parting her succulent vaginal lips. Pixie moaned as she felt the large train dig deep into her sex tunnel. Her toes curled, and she lifted up her legs.

Randal took her ankles, kept her legs stretched out far apart, and began thrusting. It was a strong paced thrust into his owner's love area. He looked into her eyes and she looked back with a peaceful satisfied look. He kept thrusting, his balls smacking against her taint. Her tail curled around his waist and caressed the top of his chunky butt cheeks.

It felt better when Randal angled himself so that his big cock rubbed against the roof and sides of her sex. Pixie liked it and with the feeling of an orgasm coming on she folded her legs and clawed into Randal's back. She moaned and her eyes shot open in wild directions. She meowed deeply and loudly!

Randal looked into the eyes and saw the dumbified beast that she was. He couldn't help himself and he started to bark and howl, letting drool hang from his mouth. He grabbed Pixie's soft ass and thrusted harder and faster. His cock exploded with seed and consuming Pixie's deepest dens. Cum geysered back up along Randal's cock and spattered out from Pixie's cunt. It dripped down onto her pink bedsheets.

They had a moment where Randal laid down on the pillows beside Pixie, leaking drips of cum onto the bed. It was a brief respite. Pixie rubbed a foot against Randal's leg. Randal reached out and rubbed Pixie's fatty tummy. She giggled, "Your master needs to lose some weight!"

"My master is gorgeous," he said as he hoisted himself up and over Pixie. He looked at her shimmering eyes and smiled then lowered himself into her fatty body, letting it take him like a cushion. Pixie purred and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Randal stuck his rod inside her and started thrusting again.

She rocked against his thrusts. Randal grabbed the back of her flabby sides. He loved the feeling of her chubby limbs wrapping around him, constraining him. She was a sexy bundle of blankets he could cum into. Her sex was so warm and it was too wonderful to drill his hard cock into it.

Pixie narrowed her eyes sensually. Then she was growling and moaning. She bit her lip hard and squirmed under Randal. Randal pushed harder and deeper, kicking the sheets off the bed. He growled as cum escaped him and he climaxed. Seed fired into his owner once again. Pixie squeezed her legs together tight, to almost hold Randal in place. A flare erupted from within her sex and she climaxed. She rode him like an upside-down cowgirl, and meowed loudly. She meowed for her pet to get her deeper, as deep as he could go.

Round three and they moved to the floor. Pixie got on all fours and looked back at Randal with a smile. She wiggled her butt and waved her tail. Doggy-style. Randal was paralyzed with anticipation. His dick hung in the sky, nearly stretching to a full foot. His balls throbbed. He stared at the cat's quadraped figure.

Then he hopped on behind her, thrusting wildly. He humped with the speed and vigor of a train engine. Pixie was caught off guard. She squealed and clawed into the carpet. Randal banged her hard and her vulva was getting _pounded,_fast and with force. Their legs were along each other, all the way down to their feet. Their toes and ankles danced together.

Randal barked like mad. He couldn't keep his head straight to bark in one direction. He barked at three sides of the room. Drool snapped and whipped from his face, falling onto Pixie's head and onto the floor. Pixie was meowing so hard and rapidly that she cut off some meows and immediately started another.

Randal didn't even notice his cumming right away. His bits were ablaze with lust so that the warmth of a climax took a few seconds to register. Pixie moaned and let a rush of fluid escape her. Sex juices waterfalled from them. They collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily.

For the fourth turn, Pixie got Randal to lie down on the bed and straddled him. She looked down at him with a smile as she rocked back and forth on his dick. Randal took Pixie's hand and looked back up at her, smiling with his tongue hanging out a smidge. Randal's body shifted with the bed's squeaking.

Their last orgasm was quieter and quick. They moaned then slowed down the rocking, Pixie pulled herself off of Randal's dick, then laid down beside Randal. The two gazed at each other lovingly, not minding that they were laying in small piddles of their own cum. Pixie pulled up the covers over them and the two cuddled close. They gave each other one last look then Pixie closed her eyes and Randal followed. They drifted off into sleep.

Before Randal even opened his eyes, he remembered he had been turned into a dog. As he rose out of slumber, he could feel the bed sheets covering his furry, naked body. There was still that unusual carriage of fat on the front of him. His feet were more sensitive, fuzzy on the top, and had tiny claws.

He opened his eyes and saw his snout in front of him. A stroke with his hand reminded him it was real. Pixie wasn't in the bed with him; she must have woken up early. It was weird waking up in Todd's room, although it was his owner's room now. Randal leaned up and looked around. Had Pixie redone the walls? It was a completely different room, it seemed.

Randal looked over on the endtable and saw the book Pixie was reading last night before their tangle. The front of the cover had a sheep lady in an old-fashioned dress cuddling close to a cougar man, snuggling into his bare furry chest. What was weird was the writing. It was in a kind of script that Randal didn't know, like an alien language. Was it always like that? He could have sworn that the words were in English the day yesterday.

Randal threw off the covers and got up out of bed. He looked down at his dick. He couldn't help but smile because after all, it was a hefty cock! If he had stuck it in any girl, they would have been knocked off their feet! Could he at least bring it back to his myuman form? Would he ever be a myuman again? Randal was no stranger to transformation but there was no guarantee he could revert from his dogginess.

He opened the door and looked out into the kitchen. The frying pan was sizzling up something. On the table was a plate with a stack of pancakes. Behind the table, Randal could see Todd's butt poking up in the air, meaning that Todd was on the floor and had his face down in his doggie bowl.

A door opened. Randal looked over to see Geffa, still in her myumanoid form, walking out of his room. She was wearing a pink housecoat which Randal thought was a cute alternative to the elegant clothes she was wearing yesterday. Even with the fuzzy collar, Geffa's volumous bosom was visible.

"You slept in my room?" said Randal.

"It's_my_room now, pet," said Geffa.

"But... but my stuff!"

A toilet flushed and the bathroom door came open. Pixie stepped out, wearing the same green suit she wore the day before. She held a newspaper under her arm. She saw Randal and smiled. She walked up and gave him a peck on the side of his snoot.

"Thanks for last night," said Pixie.

"What do you mean?" asked Geffa.

"He spent the night in my room," Geffa rubbed the top of Randal's head, "He was a good boy."

Randal blushed and Pixie walked to the stove and picked up the pan. She flipped it and Randal could see that pancakes were what was frying. Pixie flipped the pancakes with incredible grace, like she was a professional cook. Her striped tail flicked behind her when she tossed her arm. The pancakes landed back in the pan gracefully.

Geffa put a hand on Randal's shoulder, "Make a pot of coffee or I'll eat you for breakfast."

Randal panicked. He had never used the coffee maker before; he didn't even know who owned it whether it was a roommate's or if it belonged to the landlord. He stepped into the kitchen, the tile floor being cool on his bare feet. The coffee maker was beside the stove and while Randal took out the cart, Pixie gave him a playful look and wiggled her hips.

Geffa sat down at the table, a plate set for her with fork, and she watching the naked dog run around in a panic. There was a plate of pancakes in the center of the table and Geffa took a few. Her drizzling of maple syrup was conersative, not a drop of the syrup hit anything but the pancake. Her cuts with the knife were elegant.

There was a tin of coffee in the cupboard. Randal grabbed it but didn't know if it was the right flavor becuase the writing was all gibberish. It was that alien language again!

"I can't read this," said Randal.

"That's the right coffee, dog," said Geffa.

There were some filters beside the coffee maker. Randal picked one up and put it into the cart. He was in a hurry so the filter folded on the edge. He popped open the coffee tin and shoveled in grinds into the filter, too stressed to keep count. After the base of the filter was covered he shoved the cart back into the maker and hit the switch.

"You forgot the water," said Geffa.

Randal winced. He turned the coffee off and took the pot to the sink. As it sat there, filling up with water, he looked down at the floor at Todd eating pancakes out of his bowl. Todd was content. Bugsy walked in from the living room, although Randal could barely see the raccoon walking on the floor, being the only one in the house who wasn't a myumanoid version of an animal, although with Bugsy's clothes he was trying to look the part.

The pot had filled with water. Randal rushed it to the maker and turned it on.

"Good job, dog," said Geffa.

"Where did this coffee come from?" asked Randal.

"From here," said Pixie, "You can't read it because I commanded you and Todd to stop knowing how to read."

Randal blinked, "You, you what?"

"You're completely illiterate, mongrol," said Geffa.

Randal's eyes darted around the room. He looked at labels and everything to see if he recognized any words but they were all alien and unfamiliar. He choked, "But why? You don't have to do this."

Pixie smiled, "You are my pet, Randal. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to have the same... abilities as I do."

Randal rubbed one foot with his other. The world, even the house he was sleeping in, suddenly felt hostile. His breathing got hard.

"Nevermind that, Randal," said Pixie. She flipped some pancakes onto a clean plate and put a spoonful of jam on them. For a second, she held the plate out for Randal to take but just as Randal reached out to take it she reached out and turned the plate over, letting the pancakes and jam fall into his dogbowl on the floor with a petit splash. Pixie smiled, "Breakfast!"

Bugsy giggled. He had himself a smaller plate and pulled off a piece of pancake for himself, no syrup. He parked his butt on the table, sat with his legs out and jovially chowed down on his food.

Randal sighed and walked around Todd to his dogbowl. The pancakes were folded in unappetizing ways and the jam was on the bottom of the bowl. Randal got down on all fours and took some bites. Although Randal was upset on his sudden lack of reading ability, the taste of the pancakes were pretty good so he found an appetite.

Pixie turned off the stove, dumped the remaining cakes on the pan onto her plate and took the nice big stack over to the table. She augmented that stack with the other plate of pancakes and dumped a waterfall of syrup onto the pile. Pixie's eyes glistened. Without even reaching for a fork or knife, Pixie's opened her mouth wide and chomped down on the pancakes, splashing syrup around the table. She chewed loudly, syrup dripping out of her mouth, then swallowed hard. Another big chomp, then another. Her cheeks were stuffed with food and syrup and bits of cake were all over her face. She chewed slowly, struggling to crush the overwhelming glob of food in her mouth. She moaned as she pushed down big chews, then with pancake and syrup dripping from her face, swallowed the whole thing.

Bugsy and Geffa stared at her in disbelief. She ahemed, picked up a napkin, and wiped her face, "It's not my fault I'm like this. Patricia made me fat!"

Bugsy, Geffa, and Pixie finished up their food and left the kitchen but for the two dogs eating out of bowls for the second time of their life, they took longer. Todd finished up and turned upright to sit on his butt. He licked his lips, "That cat knows how to make good pancakes! Do you think she always knew how to do that, even when she was small?"

Randal took his head out of the bowl, "No. She got the ability, she gained all that knowledge when Geffa..." he gestured his hands unasuredly, "when Geffa made her myumanly! She went from a dumb animal to intelligent being by magic!"

"Ah," said Todd, "Do you think they could cast a spell on me to make me learn the entire history of the world?"

Randal couldn't answer. He grumbled, "I don't know," but then focused on the problem at hand, "But didn't you hear what Pixie said? We can't read! They took away our ability to read!"

Todd was unphased, "Who cares? Reading is for nerds!"

Randal frowned, "You could take this seriously, ya know."

For the first hour of that morning, everyone was off doing their own thing. Bugsy was watching TV, although the show looked like a cop show but with chicken people and cat ladies. It wasn't a cartoon, it looked live-action, except the actors were animal people like what he had been turned into and Pixie and Geffa, etc.

Randal had spent the last hour trying to relearn how to read but he didn't even know where to start. Every book looked like an alien language and even trying to remember what words looked like before he was commanded to unlearn literacy had no effect.

Breakfast, and everything he had eaten since yesterday, had caught up with him. He bowels beckoned. He got up and walked through the kitchen to the washroom but as he walked through the door, a voice caught him, "Nope!"

It was Pixie, coming out of her room. She shook her head, "That's not your bathroom anymore."

Randal dreaded a response, "Where's... the bathroom then?"

Pixie pointed to the backroom, "Over there."

Randal nervously stepped out of the bathroom and down the hall. He could see newspaper on the floor and his heart sank in anticipation of something monumentally degrading. His steps turned inward and awkward. He didn't want to make it to the end of that hallway. He would have preferred messing on the floor.

Bugsy and Geffa noticed that one of the house's dogs were about to use the newspaper toilet for the first time and couldn't miss such a spectacle of embarrassment. Bugsy hopped up from the couch and ran up to them, following Pixie. Geffa came out of the living room and joined the march.

Randal stepped on the newspaper and looked around. Newspaper had been spread all around the room, practically covering the whole floor in front of the back door no one used. The garbage can that the household once used for Pixie's litterbox was moved to the other side of the room. On the dresser nearby, a package of wet wipes.

Randal turned to the others and grimaced, "Where... where am I supposed to go?"

Pixie gestured to the newspaper at Randal's feet, "Right there."

"I can't go if you're watching!" said Randal, "Please don't make me do this!"

Bugsy and Geffa snickered. Pixie grinned warmly, "You're a pet and this is where you go. After a few times you'll get used to it."

Randal rubbed his arm nervously. He had to go one and two so it wasn't a simple pee on the floor job. He stepped around the newspaper, unsure of what move to make.

"Looking for the perfect spot?" asked Bugsy.

Randal slowly and uncomfortably squatted down. The three of them were looking right at him so he turned around but his butt was in plain view, so he turned around again and looked out towards the other end of the hall, trying not to focus on his audience.

Every little titter or chuckle that came out of Bugsy and Geffa made him want to bite someone's head off, but he focused on relaxing and letting his bowels out. Without his own whim, his mind focused on a fire hydrant. He thought of its shiny red coat. It is was an old-fashioned model, the vaults would be painted yellow.

There was a hissing sound and then a plip-plip. He chuckled nervously as he peed onto the paper, shifting his legs out so the puddle wouldn't touch his feet. There was a crackle and his body pushed a big log out of him. He wasn't worried about that kind of bodily waste touching him.

"Just like in nature, Randy," said Bugsy, "Before indoor plumming."

Randal tried not to look at them. He couldn't have anything break his concentration. He was managing to relieve himself but any spike in tension could cut off the current. His mind focused on mundane things, nothing to agitate his sphincter. The pee kept flowing and although the smell was strong, he didn't mind.

After he was done, he rised slowly. He looked down at what he did. There was a big puddle and a large log wrapped around itself. He couldn't believe he did that in front of a crowd. The box of wet wipes was on the corner of the drawer. He took a sheet, gave his tip a quick wipe, and reached around behind him. The wet sheet dug between his fat cheeks. He was sure to really dig into the fur, then he dropped it on the mound.

"Where do I put this newspaper?" said Randal.

"I'll deal with it." said Pixie.

"But I should." said Randal.

"Noooo," said Pixie, "You're the pet. I'm the master. I'll deal with it."

Randal felt weird about it but let it go. He carefully walked off the paper and went down the hall, trying not to look at Geffa or anyone as he passed. The two snickered as he walked by.

The afternoon arrived and Randal was still at the desk in the corner trying to relearn how to read, but wasn't having any luck. It seemed like Pixie's commands took away his ability to relearn too. He had a red book in front of him and it was like the symbols that were supposed to be letters kept shifting and changing.

Randal closed the book and rested his head down on the desk. He was right beside the screen door to the backyard and he wondered if anyone would see him through the glass. He didn't care and had a feeling anyway that if someone looked inside there would be an enchantment that would prevent that someone from seeing a chubby naked dog man.

Randal's baggy sack rested on the firm cushion, his big testicles spread out with his meaty penis resting the seat. He thought about how weird it was that his naked ass and penis have touched a few seats around the living room. His ass wasn't so hairy until yesterday but it was still weird.

The front door open and indistinct chatter was heard. Randal looked up at the door and saw two figures walk inside, although his eyes weren't used to the sunlight coming in through the doorway and it took a second for him to make out their forms. The voices became distinct, one was a female's and the other was a male's.

The male was a frog, although his colors were hard to make out in the light. He was wearing a shirt with a tie, and a pair of slacks. No shoes for his bulbous feet.

The female stepped out of the doorway and her form was visible. She was a canary with mostly red feathers. Her beak was long, narrow, and whitish yellow. The feathers on her head bolted out in front of her stylishly. She had a thick waist, and a puffy tail that stuck out almost a foot-long. Her red feathery body transitioned into yellow scales just below her knees.

She was, very shamelessly, completely naked. Her perky breasts hung in the air, her nips out in the open. Her feathery cooch was available for everyone to see. She turned to Randal and smiled, "You must be one of Pixie's pooches. Where is she?"

"I don't know," said Randal, "She's around the house, somewhere."

The bird began walking across the living room towards Randal. Randal met her halfway. She extended a feathery hand and Randal took it and shook it. She said, "The name's Bulma."

"Randal," the dog-boy replied. He looked down at Bulma's breasts. They were hard to ignore and just underneath them was her cooch. Randal could see the lips poking out in front of her. His dick started to rise.

Bulma giggled, "What's the matter? Never seen a bird in the buff before? With your own fashion choices," she motioned at Randal, "I'd wager you wouldn't be so shocked."

"He's nude not on his own volition," said Pixie, walking out of the kitchen, "I have my pets be naked." she smiled, "I prefer to make my pets to be nude, to emphasize their petness."

Bulma clapped her feathery hands together and laughed, "Not a bad idea!" She looked over at her frog friend, "Maybe I should force Terry here to be nude!" She looked at her own clothingless body, "But it wouldn't have the same effect!"

Terry the frog chuckled nervously.

Pixie grinned warmly at Randal, "Don't just stand there, Randal. Introduce yourself!"

"What?" said Randal.

Pixie motioned down at Bulma waist. Bulma knew instantly what she meant and what she wanted the dog to do.

Randal said, "Oh," and then awkwardly got down on his knees to lean into Bulma's crotch. Her perky sex was covered in soft yellow down. His face could feel the heat coming off of it. He shivered and with his big canine nose, he took a whiff. His nose was filled with a salty but captivating smell. Randal's dick continued to firm up.

"If it smells like roast chicken," said Bulma, "it's because Terry was drilling me so hard last night that it gave me friction burn!" She let out a laugh, "I had to sleep with a bag of ice between my legs!"

Terry blushed. Pixie felt a pang of lust in her panties and walked over beside the frog man. She looked him up and down and Terry returned the look with cautious curiosity. Pixie smiled and motioned at Randal, "My pet right there is an excellent lovemaker as well!"

Randal pulled away from sniffing Bulma's crotch and stood up. Bulma looked down at his big chunky schlong hanging at half-mast. She smirked, "I can see why! Terry here's got a big one too."

Pixie looked down at Terry's waist, "Oh?"

Bulma turned around, "Terry, show them what a big schlong you got!"

Terry was nervous, "Right here? Right now?"

Bulma nodded, "Yeah!"

Terry looked around the house. He grimaced, "But... everyone will see! I'm embarrassed!"

Bulma chuckled, "Nothing to be embarrassed about!" she pointed at Randal's member, hanging firm and thick in the air, "See? Randy here is letting his out. Join the club!"

Pixie put a hand on Terry's shoulder, "I would like to see your penis, Terry."

Terry was silent, then sighed and reached down to unbutton his pants. A zip of his fly and he reached in and pulled out a bright green dick. It was flaccid but still as long as Randal's semi-erect one. It was thick. Terry looked up at Pixie, "Here you go..."

Pixie's eyes shone brightly, "Very... very good!"

Bulma cackled, "That was my playtoy all last night. He got so deep inside me, he _painted_the very back of my cave!"

Terry blushed. Pixie chuckled. Randal giggled and despite being upstaged by another male's large penis, he didn't mind.

"Can I put it away now?" asked Terry.

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Fine."

Terry stuffed his junk back in his pants and closed them up. Pixie moved everyone to the couch by the TV. Bulma sat in the center with Randal and Terry at her side. When he sat down, Randal's cock popped up and hung there for the while. He couldn't help but look at Bulma's round, perky breasts.

"I can't believe there are two-legged creatures that don't want to be nude!" said Bulma, "When I was uplifted by Ziharg, the transformation gave me a close fitting sweater and a pair of mom jeans." she motioned at her hips, "They were nice clothes, but I couldn't wait a minute before getting naked again like my un-evolved self!" she spread her legs, bumping knees with Randal and Terry, "Letting my vagina out in the open!"

Randal sat there with his cock cranked up in the air. It was hard for anyone to ignore although no one said anything. Bulma closed her legs back up. From the kitchen hallway came Bugsy, walking on all four down the carpet. He saw a gathering of animals around the TV and had to inquire. He hopped up on the endtable and then the back of the couch. He looked over Bulma's shoulder and saw she was completely naked, "Who's the bird?"

Bulma turned to Bugsy, "The bird is Bulma. You got a name, small fry?"

Ignoring Bulma's question, Bugsy looked at Randal's erect cock. Randal couldn't stop looking at Bulma naked body. She had beautiful breasts, an irresistable ass, and occasionally Bulma shifted her hips in a way that gave Randal a glance at her pussy. His cock was growing up from his lap into the sky.

Bugsy laugh, "Good gravy, Randal. I know there's a naked lady in the room but try to have some control!"

Bulma smugly smiled at Bugsy, "It's fine. I would rather someone be open about their arousal than shamefully hide it. Beside..." she motioned down at her own crotch, "I'm pretty aroused myself!"

Her feathery cooch was seeping sex juices down her taint and onto the couch. Bugsy couldn't believe that a sexy bird like Bulma was into a geek like Randal.

Bulma looked at Pixie, "I came over to see how you were settling in to your new life." She took a hand onto Randal's thigh, "Your pets seem well behaved."

She looked at Randal. His cock was so hard it was nearly poking him on the bottom of his chin. Bulma chuckled and motioned at Randal's schlong, "You should try sucking it."

"What?" said Randal.

"Yeah, Randal," said Bugsy, "You know you've always wanted to!"

"No I don't," said Randal. He looked at his big rod in front of him. It was dangerously close to his snout. He realized he could easily suck his own dick. The temptation came over him like a fever. He wiggled his toes and clawed into the couch below him. It must have felt remarkable.

"Go ahead, Randal," said Pixie, "You have my permission."

"I really don't want to!" said Randal.

Bulma smiled, "You will want to when you give it your first shot!"

Randal was feeling uncomfortable with all those eyes on him, waiting in anticipation. He shifted towards the edge of the couch, like he was hiding in a corner.

"Randal," said Pixie, "give yourself oral pleasure."

It was a command from his master. He dipped his head down and took his big snout over the tip of his hard cock. He began sucking. His eyes were wide with shock.

Bulma and Pixie watched on with satisfaction while Bugsy broke out into a cackle. Randal shivered as the feeling of his soft warm mouth rode up and down the end of his cock. He couldn't pull away. He moaned.

Bulma and Pixie continued the conversation. They talked about their time as a sentient being which for both of them was not even a day yet. They talked about eating myuman food, and walking on two feet. They talked about having big tits. They talked about the joys of using a myuman language.

Randal was massaging the tip of his cock with his mouth. The shame and shock wore off and he began to enjoy it. It felt... very good. Remarkable.

"That reminds me," said Pixie, "what if I took away my pets' ability to speak? It's not proper for pets to talk."

Normally that kind of talk would alarm Randal but he was so entranced by his own cock sucking that he didn't care. Bugsy zipped down the couch and jumped onto Randal's shoulder. He looked at this myuman friend casually suck his own dick. Bugsy chuckled, "You enjoying the taste of your own dick, you depraved freak?"

Pixie scowled, "Bugsy, don't be so rude."

Bugsy gave a look at Pixie and then hopped off Randal's shoulder and back onto the couch. Pixie looked at Terry, who was sitting completely quietly. Pixie asked, "How are you enjoying being a frog, Terry?"

"It's ok," said Terry.

Pixie chuckled, "Surely it must be more than 'ok'."

Bulma laughed, "He's been nervous as fuck since being turned into a frog!"

Pixie giggled warmly, "That makes sense. It must be pretty scary to have your life changed like that."

Bulma smiled, "You're telling me! Terry here peed all over himself!"

Terry blushed and through Randal's euphoric cock-sucking, he could feel the second hand embarrassment. In fact, Randal could feel Bugsy's smiled stretch across his face. Bugsy laughed and muttered something about college kids needing diapers.

Pixie chuckled, "I had a similar incident with the other one. My pet Todd had quite the accident and had to be taken into the other room for a change!" She looked at Randal, "This one here had no such issue, but he has dealt with supernatural matters before; demons and such. From what I hear, he's had 'incidents'."

Bulma's eyes lit up and she looked over at Randal, still sucking his dick. She said, "Is that so? Tell me about it, Randal."

Randal did nothing but suck his own dick, the long pole piercing into his maw.

Pixie blinked, "Uh, you can stop pleasuring yourself, Randal."

Pixie's command had left control of his body but he kept sucking. Randal was in a groove, how could he stop when the feeling of his lips, tongue, maw, and even teeth on his cock was so pleasurable?

Pixie scowled, "Stop sucking, Randal. Bulma wants to talk to you."

Randal blinked and removed his mouth from his member. He leaned up and looked around, "Uh, sorry."

Bulma smiled, "So you have experience in dealing with demons?"

Randal shrugged, "Yeeeeah... I've helped Bugsy take care of a few of them these last couple months."

Right on cue, Bugsy butted in with a quip, "And not without pissin' his pants!"

Randal grimaced but said nothing. Bulma grinned warmly, "Why of course! Demon-fighting is scary business!" She leaned closely to Randal, "If I had to go toe-to-toe with a demon, I'd crap a huge load into my drawers!" She cackled and slapped Randal's thigh, "If I was wearing any..."

Bugsy realized that Bulma wasn't going to get in on teasing Randal he he was doing, so he hopped down from the couch and left the room.

Bulma slitted her eyes at Randal, "A brave hero like yourself deserves special rewards."

Bulma got up and shifted her body onto Randal. She dropped down onto his lap, facing him and once he grabbed her body, she lifted her legs around Randal's head and over the top of her couch. With her legs angles up like that, her butt was digging into Randal's thighs but he didn't mind.

She lifted herself up a moment so Randal could jam his cock into her sex and she lowered herself back down. A ring of juice built up around Randal's cock as her sex smacked downward. She moaned as her innards were penetrating by such a big lovestick. The juice dripped all over Randal's furry lap.

Randal grabbed hold of her legs and started rocking back and forth. She grabbed his shoulders. Pixie and Terry watched. It was a new position for Randal but he found his groove. He tightened his butt and thrusted upward into the bird, although she was liking the ride regardless. Her mouth dropped open and her tongue hung out.

Terry had a bulge going. The sight of his master getting funky with a naked dog man made the frog boy's loins excited. His cock was pushing up into the front of his pants. Pixie noticed and took a hand down his lap, causing Terry's dick to twitch. She opened his pants and let that big cock out into the light once again. She rubbed it, and patted the long member.

Bulma's breasts were bouncing right in front of his face. He leaned forward into them and they were like the best pillows around. He rubbed his cheek on the soft down. He nuzzled into between her breasts. Bulma didn't even seem to notice and turned her feet inward as her pangs of arousal intensified.

She pressed her legs down onto Randal's shoulders and cawed out loudly. Her toes curled and her feathery fingers dug into Randal's body. She came. She cawed loudly and wild as she came, her eyes going in all directions.

Randal saw Bulma's dumbified expression and couldn't hold it in. He started to cum. At first, small bursts. Then bigger and bigger. He grunted and growled and splooge seeped out from Bulma's sex. It got all over Randal's legs and onto the couch.

Pixie was jerking off Terry's cock with a full hand. They watched as Randal and Bulma finished their shag.

Bulma panted and arced her legs down off Randal's shoulder. While shakily holding the arm of the couch, she moved herself down onto the floor at Randal's feet, slipping off Randal's cock gracefully and with plenty of stickiness in her wake. She fell off but wasn't hurt. She looked up and smiled at Randal.

They went back to the kitchen to get some paper towels and cleaned up the mess. After the couch was mostly clean aside from some cum stains, Bulma got ready to leave. Terry at her side, she said goodbye, walked out the door and went home.

Pixie and Randal alone, Pixie got a thought. She recalled what she said earlier, about pets not being able to talk. Pixie turned to her pet dog, "Randal, you may not speak myuman language."

Randal was confused, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a, "Ruff?"