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Laika couldn't help but shiver as those paws settled along his face again, his nerves firing and tickling with unexpected and unfamiliar pressure and touch. Gentle fingers ran up and over his jaw, along his snout and chin which now reached out from the front of his face. He hadn't yet grown used to the changes that had shocked and jolted through him, as they had just taken place, but already he knew he wanted more.

He waited for more. The hooded hyena tilted the new horse's head up and back with one paw beneath his chin and the other along his shoulder, broader and stouter than when he had been a cat. Disbelief on top of amusement glimmered in those olive green eyes, but before Laika could put forth another question or complaint his altered ears and swishy, brushy tail both flicked up with surprise, when the hyena pressed his lips to Laika's. There they held for a moment - and then a thick, sticky glob of warmth oozed out between the contact, and as the hyena pulled away that drip of saliva hung in a heavy rope between them, hanging down beneath its own weight, pulling in towards the horse's lower lip.

He felt himself drawn forward from that touch and contact, sizzling and tingling out from his mouth and down his throat and shoulders. Just like from the first time he could sense and feel the changes almost before they began, the little echoes and reverberations from deep within that spread up and out and through him. Laika tilted his head back beneath those sensations, letting that hanging strand of drool fall across his lower lip and settle there, just so he could suck it back into his mouth again. Slick and sticky, warm and slimy, and... and those paws continued along his body, leaving tingling trails where the claws dug through his thick pelt, that also different from what he had known before.

"Hah..." the horse breathed, tilting his head up and to the side. He held that bit of drool along his tongue for another moment before swallowing it down, then had to do so again to really get it down - and immediately another shiver arced down from the root of his neck, down along his back and out through his limbs. He straightened up from where he was leaning forward, hands braced against the ground between his knees, and ran those fingers up his thighs and across his body again, one coming up his chest and the other squeezing in at his belly.

That, too, had changed, pouching out soft and heavy and squishy from the original flat firmness he had had before. Both his fingers and the hyena's pressed in there, just before the other pressed against his shoulder and pushed the horse back. Lost as he was in the changes, just finished and now beginning all over again, Laika let himself tumble gently back onto his elbows and rumbled softly as his sizeable shaft, still so hard from burgeoning arousal, slapped and bounced against his bulging belly. Every time he twitched and throbbed his own scent wafted up and tickled at his nose, and he knew without looking - though it was hard to look straight forward and not see it - that it would be quite easy to give himself a taste.

Easier than when he was a cat, at least. Acrobatics and stretching to get a taste before now gave way to him needing to just squeeze his legs together, toss his head back, and dive in... but, with another twitch causing the heavy weight of equine arousal to temporarily lift from his belly before it settled back in, he doubted he would be able to fit his lips around the wide, flat flare along the end, blunted as it was even now.

It seemed the hyena had no such preconceptions, though. That paw pressed into the soft give of his lower belly, lifting the hanging folds up and away - and then Laika pressed back against the ground again as that tongue then trailed along the side of his shaft, once more coaxing it upwards in a throb. Down the hyena went, slowly and deliberately, flicking his tongue back into his mouth every now and then to continue painting his length from blunted tip, over medial ring, and in against, over, between the thick folds of skin at the lip of his sheath.

Another throb and twitch, like sweet electric energy coursing out through him, up along his length, down into his abdomen... Laika squirmed where he lay, hot breath trickling out from his parted lips, and resisted the temptation to run his hands down across his twitching arousal. That mouthful of drool so unceremoniously deposited into his mouth he could now feel down the back of his throat and stirring in his stomach, and with each breath echoing out through him and just expanding this soft weight and warmth pressing between his fingers, and continuing to lift his thick shaft out and away from his body. The horse lifted his head up to look, saw the top of the hyena's hood and sharp ears as he angled himself down further, and then... not much more, past the bulging folds of his belly as the flesh continued to grow and expand and pouch out, like a water balloon filled past its limit.

Yet another sensation, though, hot humid breath wafting out against and between his already heavy balls, hefty orbs hanging in a leather-skinned sack. Laika shivered and rolled his head back as the hyena dug his nose and muzzle into place there, then parted his lips to curl his tongue out and between each of his balls, bringing first one into his mouth to suckle and squeeze and tug. This time Laika let himself reach down and stroke at himself, thumb following the trail of thick, sticky saliva left there by the hyena's path. Sensation and pleasure washed through him, powerful waves reinforced and accelerated by that mouth suckling at his balls and popping free one, each one a struggle to fit between his lips.

Laika squeezed at himself, flesh both firm yet with a distinct softness pushing in along his fingers, hot and humid much like the softer folds that rolled between and against his other hand still pressed in against his belly. As before, he knew he couldn't wrap his hand around his girth - until, suddenly, he could, his size abruptly returning to one similar to what he had known before. For a moment shock and confusion bounced through him - the hyena had stopped suckling at his balls and now sat back on his haunches, wiping his muzzle on his wrist for a moment. Then he leaned in, grinned at the horse, and started to drag his tongue up his shaft. And yet...

Another shiver radiated up through the horse's abdomen. Here he was with one hand wrapped around his length, while a tongue trailed up at the same time - yet never crossed over his hand. He swallowed, huffed, lifted up as far as he could around his swollen belly, and looked down to see that the hyena's transforming touch had given him two, split at the base with the thick folds of his sheath wrapped around each, hot humid flesh coming together right there in the center. As one throbbed so too did the other, flares briefly pulling up and then shifting back, twin medial rings swelling for a moment before settling into place.

Still he wasn't done, though. Green eyes flashed up at him again alongside another smirk - Laika had asked for this, had begged for it - before the hyena slid down his body again, running his muzzle between his twin shafts, dragging his nose along his heavy sack which seemed to grow even denser and thicker now. Careful paws slid in underneath the horse's thighs and haunches and lifted him up, up - but his suddenly expanded weight of course proved to be a bit of an obstacle, so Laika had to adjust his position and put in some of his own effort as well to help lift himself up. Up he went, rump and haunches hefted into the air, brushy tail hanging down to put on full display the fat, protruding donut of muscle that had sprouted out in place of his tailhole, so dense and thick that it kept his rump spread open around it - and that when he did lift up, he felt it squelch, suck, and then pop free from the smooth ground in a humid kiss.

From this angle the continued changes were quite obvious, as never before had Laika's sack been able to come up across his sheath like this. He hung there upside-down while the hyena ran his thumbs in across the wrinkled skin of his tailhole, watching as that sleek, leathery-velvet skin shimmering with saliva continued to stir and shift and grow, already huge balls inside still pulsing and expanding further. Half a palm's size grew into a handful, grew into something he would need both to cup, with the added weight continuing to squeeze him in around himself and his huge, swollen belly - and then his attention and focus once again shifted as the hyena first let a shivering breath out across his sensitive tailhole, and then sealed that protruding pucker between his lips.

For a moment Laika couldn't do anything. He reached up to squish at his belly and balls, but his arms stopped in place and all the nerves in his body tensed and tingled and vibrated at once, as the hyena swirled his tongue over the horse's pucker, and poked in at the not-so-tight wrinkled center, and sucked at his rim. Already he had enough there for him to pull back and sink back down without letting him out of his mouth, and each time he did so there was more than before, until he bobbed his head back and forth along soft yet still firm flesh. At one point the hyena drew back and popped his mouth free from Laika's tailhole, the horse's now much larger donut bouncing and jiggling with the suction. He shivered, let out a deep, rumbling breath of anticipation, slid his hands down to spread himself for the hyena to dig back in... and then felt his tailhole just naturally pull open to that, struggling beneath its own size, muscles constantly pulling and shifting and settling.

This time when the hyena went back in, he literally could not wrap his lips around the horse's pucker. Instead, he pursed his lips and ran them up and over the wrinkled exterior, tongue following as he went - with two, three, four fingers quite easily pressing and sucking into the puckered center, teasing the rim open to press into wet interior flesh, slurping and pulling back at him. He came up and forward, sucking and nipping at the upper rim of Laika's tailhole while he worked, freely letting his tingling drool drip down and around the horse's huge sack and twin shafts, soaking into his pelt and against his skin, leaving a warm trail where they went.

The hyena shifted and adjusted his shoulders as he went, and... and Laika realized with more surprise than shock that he had already sunk his entire paw in past his saliva-soaked rim, fingers and thumb all wiggling in expanded internal flesh. So smooth, so easy that he actually had not noticed. Again and again he pumped at him, in past the wrist, halfway up the forearm, to the elbow - and each time he pulled back, striped fur sucked free with thick strings of internal slickness mixed with his own dripping saliva.

Laika reached up and forward and in attempt to get one more look at himself, but very quickly he discovered that he was somewhat stuck in place first, and that he just plain couldn't reach. Some of that softness had continued up his shoulders and neck as well, providing a pillow-like cushion that squeezed and squished in along several chins that had not been there before when he looked down - or up, rather - and as he grasped and tugged with his hands, reached along his body, and tried to grasp at either of the huge twin lengths that previously came up past his chin, he found that he also just couldn't. Folds and rolls and soft skin and pelt in the way, blocking his path, keeping his generous endowment angled up and away. He reached, stretched, felt his own body squeezing in against itself, then flumped back with a breathy sigh.

Even despite him being unable to reach, though, he could still see the brand new changes that had been put forth here. The belly was certainly one thing, wide and round and flowing, but still he saw his twin shafts twitching and throbbing in rhythm, sleek flesh glistening with natural arousal as well as lingering strings of saliva - and then his massive balls hanging down across from above, not quite bowling ball sized but certainly getting there. That was part of why he couldn't unfold himself from where he lay, since the weight of own equipment hung down over his face, and then... there was the hyena, plunged almost shoulder-deep past a fat, wrinkled tailhole, plush and squishy, shifting and molding around the grip of his other paw to hold it in place. Laika squeezed and clenched around that arm... and only barely felt it, once he intentionally tried to focus on it.

Once more those green eyes flashed down at him from above as the hyena pulled free from his tailhole, another strand of drool hanging between his lips and the horse's swollen rim, visible even behind his massive sack and the flowing, shifting pouches of soft chub. The hyena swallowed, licked his lips, then pressed both of his paws together - and lined them up against Laika's tailhole, two fists squeezed side by side.

"Remember," he rumbled, "you did ask for this."