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Randal slept in his new room for the first time that night. It was nice having a mattress but he had to consider how used to the ground he was. He had been sleeping in the grass for weeks and he hadn't any back problems and if he surrendered to the comfort of a myuman mattress, would he lose his ability to sleep outside like a proper dog?

He awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He and Patricia emerged from their bedrooms at the same time. Randal was wearing the clothes he wore last night but Patricia was topless, letting her Great Dane tits out into the open. Randal watched as Patricia stretched happily, her big jugs shining under the basement light.

Patricia's eyes caught Randal staring, and she snapped to cover up her boobs. She giggled, "I guess I shouldn't be too embarrassed. You spent weeks seeing me naked, mind." She thought for a second, "On the other hand, you've never seen me naked as a dog. Only a fish."

"Does that make a difference?" asked Randal.

Patricia lowered her arms and revealed her bare breasts, "No..."

Randal grinned and Patricia returned the grin. The basement light may have been dim but its yellow light glowed on them, their soft nips beaming with charm. They went upstairs.

Randal barely had time to figure out what he was going to do with his morning before Geffa _gave_him something to do. She needed the dog to head across the neighborhood and pick up an 'influence needle'. Randal didn't need to know what it was, he was told, but he was to go to Samson's house and get it. He was given directions to the house across the park and he left via the screen door in the back.

There were some people walking around. A group of college-looking animal people were throwing a frisbee around. Down the pathway, Randal walked by a husky girl being walked by a rabbit lady, on a leash. As he passed by the husky, she gave him a knowing look. The rabbit looked at Randal sneeringly.

As he got closer to the houses, he saw two older-looking men talking over their front yard fence... completely bareass. The brown cat man and chubby hamster man were spending their morning pantless out in front of their houses; the hamster with a breakfast burrito and the cat man holding a glass of orange juice.

"You and my wife were making so much noise last night," said the cat man, "she never orgasms that loud with me!"

"She likes it smooth and slow with you," said the hamster, "With me she likes to go apeshit!"

They shared a laugh.

Randal forgot about them and followed the directions Geffa gave him. Between the red brick arch, take a right, go down the curved path and look for a semi with blue door. The number is 856. Randal went up to the door and rang the doorbell. He could see a big figure through the window. Randal gulped.

The door opened and it was a tall, bulky lion man wearing a hawaiian shirt and beige capris. He took a look at Randal, then squinted, "Oh, right, the influence needle." He sighed and opened the door completely, "Come in, it might take me a minute to find it."

Randal relaxed and entered the lion's house. The tile floor felt good on his barefeet. He followed Samson into the kitchen where a budgie man was drinking his morning coffee. He wore beige pants and a white shirt with pockets.

The budgie lowered the coffee cup from his beak and waved at Randal, grinning warmly, "Hi there, stranger!"

Randal blinked, "Professor Thompson?"

The budgie gave a look, "Ran... dal?"

"Is he a student of yours, Greg?" asked Samson.

"Yes," said Greg, "I teach him administration." The two fellows walked up to each other, "Let me get a good look at you... Dog, huh?"

Randal nodded, "The whole house is dogs!"

Greg explained his scenario. He got home from work and in the bedroom was a monster cat and a dragon, his pet Samson and Geffa respectively. Before he could get a yelp out, Geffa fired a bolt of light at him, turning him into a budgie. All Greg could do was scream like a little girl and flood his pants, making a puddle at the edge of the carpet.

Geffa, tired of cats, gave Samson an upgrade in his species by making him a lion. Towering at near 7 feet and with plenty of muscle, Samson was more intimidating than ever! Greg took one look at him and FRP FLORP BPPT was heard. Greg had crapped a big load in his underwear with the fecal matter running down his pant legs a bit. He passed out.

When he awoke, he was immediately instructed to change his pants. Samson wanted to show off his new pet to a friend's house across the neighborhood and Greg couldn't be out of the house a few minutes before totally peeing his pants again. Samson wasn't heading back to get Greg to change, so Greg had to walk around showing everyone his big wet accident. It was the first night of the neighborhood's transformation so some people were forgiving but he still got some jeers.

The friend, a snake named Georgia, had some spare clothes for Greg but to Samson's embarassment, not a half hour after putting on new pants, Greg had dropped a load in them. George had plenty of garments to share and it was a special occasion so she gave Greg another pair of pants.

It wasn't an hour before Greg had peed himself again. Samson wasn't going to let Georgia waste anymore clothes on him. Greg was sat down on some newspapers and told to be quiet. Later in the night, another newly-promoted Master came over to Georgia's house and she brought all of her pets- including a chubby ferret girl who was having trouble holding it much like Greg and was sat down on some newspaper like Greg.

The two were quiet together, until Greg pooped again. The smell hit the ferret girl but instead of being disgusted, she found the odor charming. And the two began talking. Some idle chatter and then Greg smells something. The ferret girl had pooped her pants. They began making out, then they took of their clothes and got fucking on the floor. Soon everyone in the house was fucking, and Greg was up until 5am fucking nonstop.

"How about you, Randal?" said Greg as he put an arm around Randal's shoulders, "Did you mess your pants when you got morphed?"

Samson excused himself to go look for the needle, heading up the stairs beside the kitchen.

Before Randal got another word in, Greg asked, "So how's the fucking? There's a bunch of college kids that live next door and every night I go over and fuck their brains out." He giggled, "One of them I have as a student. Imagine getting taught administration by someone that fills your tunnel!" He smiled, "It's going to be strange teaching class again after all that's happened these last few weeks but," he shrugged, "It's my job, ain't it?"

"It's pretty good," said Randal. He couldn't help it. A big smile hit his face and he chuckled, "I'm getting laid so much! I can't believe how much sex I'm getting and how good it feels! I'm fucking so many different people. Sometimes on a whim!"

Greg nodded enthusiastically, "It's great when you can just drop your drawers outside and instantly have some girl that wants to get stuck, huh?"

"I think..." said Randal, "I think I like being a dog. I don't want to go back to being a myuman."

He felt embarrassed and vulnerable to say it out loud, but he knew it was the truth. Greg snickered, "Why of course! We get to walk around barefoot," he stretched out his scaly feet, "and everyone is so hot and horny! Plus," he paused, "your dick got bigger in the transformation, right?"

Randal nodded, "It's humongous!"

Greg grinned, "Mine too." A flip of his belt buckle and Greg's pants were on the floor. His large thick cock hung out in front of him. He groped under his sac, "How can anyone say no?"

Randal unzipped himself and let out his cock, it hanging in the air on the curve. Greg gasped, "Geez, that's a hefty one." He reached out a hand and Randal tried not to show his nervousness of a guy touching his shaft, "Big... firm... Bet the girls in your house can't be around you without snapping their legs open huh?" He chuckled, "Samson up there has a _massive_one!"

Greg walked out of his pants and to the stairwell. Samson was walking down the stairs with a navy blue rectangular case. When Greg walked up without his pants on and his dick out Samson sighed. It was _this_again. He stepped down the stairs with the wood squeaking under his big frame, "Showing off your cock to our houseguest, Greg?"

"It's good to bare oneselves to others," said Greg.

Samson came downstairs and addressed Randal without even looking at his open cock. He flipped open the case to show a metal device that looked like the longer hand of an old clock. "This is the influence needle," he said before snapping the case. He picked up a plastic bag from the counter and put the case inside.

"Come on, Samson," said Greg, "Show it..."

Samson sighed and undid his belt. It came out like a python on the prey! Samson's lionhood was _well_over a foot with a thickness of a steel pipe. Huge balls underneath the shaft with brown fur crowning above the shaft and accenting his sac. Randal expected it to be big, but seeing it for real was shocking.

"Holy fuck!" he said.

Samson chuckled, "Yeah, it's big."

Randal and the guys hung out for a minute, compared their dicks some more, but Randal had an errand to finish so he zipped up and said goodbye. Samson and Greg met him at the door, Greg waving him bye while still bareass, big budgie cock out in the open.

When Randal got home, he didn't know what to do with the influencer so he left the bag on the kitchen table. His day progressed without incident but towards the end of the afternoon, there was a phonecall in the house. Randal felt a little odd about picking up the phone but Pixie was nowhere to be seen.

Randal went to the kitchen. No one was around. He walked to the phone on the wall and picked it up, "Hello? Uh, _Pixie's_house."

"Good, you're addressing the house as Pixie's," it was Geffa on the other line, "Such loyalty!" She let out a sharp laugh, "Did you pick up the influence needle?"

"Yeah," said Randal.

"I'm sending a driver to pick you up and take you to the college," said Geffa.

"Can't I just give it to him?" said Randal.

"You are going to get in the car and bring the needle to me," said Geffa, Randal hearing her teeth bared across the phoneline, "Listen to me, pet!"

"Ok... ok..." said Randal trying to calm her.

"Don't take too long," said Geffa. The phone cut. Randal hung up the phone.

Randal took the bag from the table, made sure the case was in the bag, made sure the needle was in the case, then took it with him into the living room. He waited and waited, sitting on the couch and keeping an eye through the window at the front of the house. Then he moved closer to the door and looked outside. Nothing in the driveway.

He lounged around the room until he heard a car engine come in the laneway. He looked outside. It was a metallic blue sedan. The car horn bleeped. He took the bag and opened the door. He felt exposed going out of the _front_of the house. Something about it felt off limits. He tried to ignore his feels and walked to the car.

As he got close, the driver's appearance got vivid. He was expecting a gopher or a lizard but the person inside the driver's seat was some sort of humanoid shape. Randal walked around and opened the passenger door, "Uh, hello?"

"You're Randal right?" the figure said in an androgynous tone, "Do you have the influence needle?"

Randal held up the bag, "It's in here."

"Get in, then," said it, "I'll drive you to the college."

Randal slipped into the seat, closed the door, and put on his seat belt, trying not to stare at the strange individual. Its body was made of a see-through material, like glass, but it had a pinkish tint to it. As well, there were colored markings like circuits on a motherboard, including ones on the head of the figure that made a pretty obvious face.

It backed the car out of the driveway and began the ride to the college. It was content as it drove the dog boy to his destination, almost uncannily so.

Randal wanted to ask what it was but needed to be tactful about it. He spoke up, "So... did Geffa send you?"

"Yes, she did," it said, its marking on its face animated with its speech.

An awkward silence. Randal spoke up again, "Excuse me for asking, but... what are you?"

The thing's demeanor didn't change a slight. It responded in its peppy tone, "I am a 'clearer'. I was once a person but I was punished for unspeakable crimes and sentenced to exist as a caretaker and slave until my sentence has been paid." It turned to Randal and grinned, "I've only been doing this for 428 years so I still have a ways to go!"

"Uh-huh..." said Randal, "So you do errands for her?"

"I do work for the client, yes," it said turning to Randal again.

Randal got nervous, "H-hey could you watch the road?"

"Do not worry, Randal," it said, "Technically I can see out of every surface on my body. The eyes on my face are only there to make you mortals feel comfortable."

"I'd feel more comfortable if you had your eyes on the road!" said Randal.

The clearer turned around so it was facing into the seat. Despite Randal's protest, the clearer put its laid its legs on the steering when and let its head sit on the seat, with its arms reaching for the pedals. The car didn't swerve or go out of control. In the last couple months Randal had seen stranger things than the clearer driving upside down so he calmed himself.

"I typically clean," said the clearer, "I scrub floors, I give baths to people, and I change pants!" It looked over at Randal, "Do you need a change? Geffa would prefer you to be clean when you get there."

"I'm good," said Randal.

"Confirmed," said it, "If you need a change, just ask. It is no problem for me!" Its gaze got sensual, "It's the best way to know someone."

The chatter was infrequent after that. They arrived at the college, parking out back by the football field. Taking the bag and getting out of the car, Randal looked around nervously. Were they any myumans around? Randal wasn't sure how the transformation neighborhoods worked and which places had accepted animal people. Was his college part of the transformed society?

"Is it ok?" asked Randal.

The clearer peered out at him and said, "Yes, there are no hostile forces around."

Randal sighed, "What I meant was is it ok for a dog to be walking around here?"

"I don't see how it wouldn't be," said the clearer.

Randal blew a gust into his hair. Looks like he wasn't going to get the clearer to understand. He looked around again. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Could he get to the college without being seen? The pavement underneath was cool and a gentle breeze was in the air. The smell of French fries caught Randal's nose.

"Are you coming in?" asked Randal.

"No," said the clearer with a chipper grin on its face, "I have to report to House 5661-A." It narrowed its eyes, "The family there have turned into sub-intelligent rats," its eyes went wide, "That means a lot of pants will need changing!" It smiled, "Goodbye, Randal!"

The clearer pulled out and drove out of the lot. Randal, nervously, walked to the college doors, bag swinging at his side. As he got closer the shadow of the building covered him and he stepped out of the breeze. The brown metal doors drew close. His heart pounded but he wasn't only worried but also excited. It felt good to be anywhere but his own home and neighborhood.

The door drew closer. He reached out and pulled it open. Entry being so easy felt odd and walking into the college was both a daring venture and a comfort. Inside the halls were empty and quiet aside from ambiguous murmurs in the distance.

A stirring came from Randal's right; the wall. Lines and holes formed on the basic white surface. Eyeholes formed and a mouth below it. From within the dark pools there shone dots of light, pupils that caught Randal's gaze.

"Can I help you?" said the face.

"Uhhhh..." Randal stared back at the spontaneous wall-face. He lifted up a bag to show it, "I'm here to give this to Geffa."

"Geffa?" said the face, "She's in the Dean's Office."

That voice caught Randal, "Marv?"

"Yeah, it's me," the wall replied. It was Marv, an acquaintance of Randal's that shared a class with him. They didn't know much about each other but they knew each other's faces; or what their face used to look like when they were myuman. Both of them had to sit with the realization that they had changed.

"They turned you into a wall?" asked Randal.

Marv was having a normal day in college until he entered the second floor computer lab and had interrupted a conversation between a few strange creatures, including a big blue demon named Orphis. He was prepared to run out the door screaming, but Orphis grabbed him by the arm. He lead Marv around the school for a half an hour, taking care of business, before Orphis pushed Marv into the wall and the wall became him.

He had spent his entire time with Orphis trying not to piss himself but getting turned into a wall crossed the line although all he could do at that point was make a bunch of pipes leak.

"It's like I'm constantly peeing," said Marv, "That's how it feels like with water flowing through my pipes."

"Are you stuck in this one place?" asked Randal.

Marv's face vanished from the wall and to Randal's left, it reappeared. Marv said, "No, I can appear all over the college. It's not so bad but I did have to watch my girlfriend get turned into a cheetah then fuck fifteen guys who weren't me."

"Sorry to hear that," said Randal.

"Anywho," said Marv, "You need to see Geffa?"

Marv looked to his left and a sign appeared on the wall. In big letters: DEAN'S OFFICE with an arrow underneath it. Randal knew his way around the college but if Marv's wall-face was anything to go by, things had changed a lot and it was best to make sure. Randal said his goodbyes to his ubiquitous companion and walked down the halls. Marv's face faded.

With that formality out of the way, Randal felt more at home at his college. It had been a few weeks since Randal had been at his college, but however happy he was to be back and have that element of normalcy back in his life, it was undercut that he was now a dog-man walking around the tiled floors on bare doggy feet. With each step, there was a little tap with his claws.

Randal scanned the halls as he passed them by. Were there other people around? He couldn't see anyone. There were lockers and billboards where he last saw them. It looked like they hadn't been tinkered. Maybe the walls had its share of faces in them now but many aspects of the college's construction looked the same.

He found the dean's office. He could hear some shuffling inside. Gently, he knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Geffa's voice called. "It's me, Randal," he replied. There was some more shuffling. Then Geffa called, "Enter."

Randal opened the door and stepped in, bringing the bag up in front of him like it was a charm to ward off any wrath Geffa would direct at him, but she didn't seem immediately hostile to his presence. She sat behind a big desk, ordering papers and giving Randal not a glance. On the front of the desk was a nameplate: DEAN GEFFA.

"I brought that influencer needle," said Randal showing up the bag.

Geffa glanced, "Very good. Set it on my desk," she tapped the edge of her desk for Randal to place it. He set it down, "Are you the new dean?"

Geffa scowled, "What do you think, pet?"

Geffa was dressed differently that afternoon. Gone was her gothic wear and in its place was a business suit; white with yellow trim on the edges. It was low-cut so that Geffa's very prominent, round, and firm cleavage was on display. Her wings folded behind her like a cape.

"What happened to the old dean?" asked Randal, "Did you send her to another world."

"Like your landlords?" Geffa smiled, teasingly, "No, she is still very much sane. I turned her into a lioness and sent her north to live in a commune of animals. She is discontent for her lack of authority in her new world but every day," Geffa paused to chuckle deeply, "she is thrusted by boys your age so I assume she is very, _very_happy."

Randal looked around the room. He had never been in the dean's office before and at first it seemed like the dean's offices he saw in the movies. His eyes glanced at things though and he noticed some deviations. There was a large certificate hanging in a frame on the wall. The writing was hard to make out but instead of a signature it was a giant dragon footprint.

"What's..." Randal cut himself off but refound his courage and spoke up, "What's going on here? Why are you turning people into animals? Why are you taking over the town?"

Geffa let a smirk slide across her mouth. It was a tiny smirk. She chuckled, "Interesting... The myuman is outright asking questions."

Randal took a step back, his shaky feet finding an awkward stance on the red carpet. He put his hands up defensively, "I... I just want to know!"

Geffa rose from her seat, eyes locked on Randal all the time but only to intimdate him. She broke eye contact to look around listlessly and walked around her desk, her hand sliding alongside the surface. She spoke, "I'm not going to explain everything," she turned to Randal, "Your puny myuman brain wouldn't be able to comprehend it." She snerked, "But I guess I could let you see a few pages of the script..."

Randal didn't say nothing. He tensed up as Geffa came around her desk. Geffa continued, "It has been accurately predicted that in the future, malevolent figures will try to invade your precious Earth," she leaned closer to Randal, "More malevolent than I, of course."

"Where did they come from?" asked Randal.

Geffa walked up and scoffed at Randal, "If I told you, you would go insane," she paused, "Perhaps out of the goodness of his heart, my leader wanted to break into your world and make some..." she looked Randal up and down, "changes. He wants to prepare this world for that invasion of malevolent individuals."

Randal scratched his head, looked down at the ground, "I guess that... makes sense."

"Darwinton is one of several myuman places that are serve as beachhead for changing this world," said Geffa.

Randal was quiet. He was surprised Geffa would tell him anything and if he pried, maybe he could have discovered more, and maybe he would have left ultimately unsatisfied with her answers, but in the moment he felt that was sufficient and kept quiet, not wanting to incur Geffa's wrath.

"Uh..." he said, "I... see."

Geffa smiled, almost pleasantly. She said, "Don't you see, Randal? I'm not so bad... if you don't displease me too much." She took a hand to his shoulder and gave it a rub. "We're not so bad, right?"

Randal cracked a toothy grin, "Right."

Geffa took her hand away and said nothing. Randal guessed his meeting was over. Product delivered. He let out a breath and turned to the door.

Randal took a hand to the doorknob when he heard a slide behind him. He looked to see Geffa sitting on her desk with her feet up like she was doing some sort of aerobics. She was dragging something up her legs slowly. But then Randal realized what it was. Wait, it was her_panties._

Geffa smiled with teeth exposed like an arsenal of knives but her eyes looked at Randal like a beautiful setting sun. She took her panties up her legs, getting them caught on a couple toes, the claws digging into the fabric. She let it dangle, the garment resting on the soles of her foot.

"Uhhhhh..." said Randal.

Geffa's voice was airy and sensual, "This meeting hasn't adjourned, student," she motioned him close with a clawed finger.

Randal turned away from the door, making no effort to picking up his hanging jaw. He couldn't help but gawk at Geffa with her legs up, showing off her smooth thighs. He looked down at her skirt. It shrouded her privates but as Randal walked towards her, he kept his gaze from whence her legs and tail came. Her tail hung out over the desk, flopping down against the side. He tried to get a peek as Geffa lowered her legs down her desk, panties dropping onto the floor.

"Um-m," said Randal with his voice shaky and nervous. He had to concentrate to walk up to Geffa, one awkward step after enough. His heart raced and he could hear his blood flowing through his body like jet fuel. He couldn't even notice the large bulge pushing out the front of his pants. Geffa spotted it and licked her lips.

As it got close, Geffa reached out a hand and caressed Randal's bulge. Randal bit his lip and the firmness in his cock escalated. Randal breathed heavily and Geffa looked up at him, eyes full of hunger.

"Look at you," said Geffa motioning at Randal's bulge, "I've barely disrobed and you're already firm."

Geffa undid Randal's belt and unzipped his pants. Randal curled his toes and bit his lip. Slowly did Geffa reach into his underwear and bring out his big cock, already tough with arousal and leaking some precum. A strand of jizz hung on the top of his underwear.

Geffa giggled and took Randal's large member, "Truth be told, I didn't intend for you to be so..." she slid a hand down the shaft, "kingly." She looked up at Randal, "This was by accident," her eyes returned below. She patted and rubbed the cock and took a hand underneath to fondle his sack, "Soooo big!"

Randal giggled uncontrollaby. Geffa adjusted herself spread out her legs and lifted her skirt. It could have been someone unveiling a priceless artifact. Randal's eyes gazed as Geffa exposed it; her sex glistened like a dew-covered flower. The dark reptillian scales were smooth and its erotic curves beckoned Randal.

"You may enter," said Geffa lifting her legs up for Randal to take hold.

Randal took a step forward, aiming his long rod at the pleasure center. He locked eyes with Geffa as the member dove into her body. Geffa didn't blink as Randal entered her with his long thick rod. Every spot inside Geffa's hole rubbed on Randal's shaft like a hand from a goddess.

Randal thrusted. How fast was too fast? How slow was too slow? He didn't know and Geffa barely seemed to react. She watched him with eyes narrowed only the slightest amount. She seemed to enjoy it even if she wasn't showing much sign of it.

Randal rubbed down her thighs. They were so smooth and round. As he thrusted, he could feel his large balls smack beneath her. He looked at her, presenting herself to him; seeing her let herself at him gave him goosebumps. But Geffa only showed the slightest signs of pleasure- a simple smirk.

Randal's pants fell to the floor, around his ankles. He leaned forward a bit and clenched his teeth while thrusting faster and harder. His belt smacked the edge of the desk. He could feel his nuts rubbing atop of her firm tail. The smooth scales rubbed the bottoms of his balls like an angel's kiss. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He grunted as surges of cream rode up his shaft and ejected into Geffa.

He grunted louder and his thrusting got erratic with his ejaculating. He let himself go inside Geffa, filling her sex with a spray of jizz. It was time for Geffa to climax as well, although she barely reacted aside from curling her toes. Love juice flowed from her, mixed with Randal's, and burst out between them, dripping onto the carpet below.

A few more pumps and Randal pulled out. It was good. His cock throbbed and his heart beated. But he also felt like it was disappointing. Geffa didn't seem terribly amused.

Geffa lowered her legs over the desk and her skirt dropped, "How was it?"

"Ummmm, good," said Randal.

"Just good?" said Geffa. She looked down and unbuttoned her jacket. Opening it up, her shirt and the bulbous rack behind it came out. She unbuttoned her shirt, letting her big black tits out. Although held in a bra, they were big and tempting.

Geffa looked up at Randal, "Go ahead."

Randal took a hand to them. His pads rubbed along their warm firm scales. He took a few fingers into the cleavage. Geffa let her jacket and shirt off (with Randal confused how they got around her wings) and then undid her bra, it dropping to her lap then rolling off onto the floor. Her tits were freed, soft nipples hanging in the air. Randal palmed the nipples.

Randal smiled, "They're so big!"

Geffa smirked, "I'm hardly going to get naked before you do."

Randal looked at himself. He pulled his shirt over his head and yanked it off. He tossed it down on a coffee table. His chub was out in the open. On the front of his body, his chunk hanged down. Stepping out of the pants around his ankles, he was completely nude.

Randal fondled his fat, "How come the transformation made me chubby?"

Geffa patted his tummy, "Sometimes that happens. Sometimes it gives people a bit of weight," she reached down and took a hand underneath Randal's cock, "Sometimes it gives people girth." She took a hand underneath his sac and hummed, "Lots of girth..." She leaned down to get a closer look at the veininess. She looked up, "You could get a lot of girls pregnant with this thing!"

Randal blushed. Geffa leaned back up and hoisted her legs up. The skirt came along her legs and off at her feet. She was completely naked now, just like Randal. She extended her legs out, allowing an easy view of her vagina. Randal approached and rubbed down her the insides of her thighs. Geffa's toe twitched.

Inside her vagina and Randal was on round two. Randal gazed at her, panting heavily. She maintained her stone-like gaze at Randal with a slight smirk and eyes so sharp they could intimidate. He reached up and felt one of her large breasts. He cupped a hand around it, took a thumb to her nipple, felt his finger over the top of her firmness.

Geffa curled her legs around Randal, her ankles rubbing into his furry back. Her tail hung over the desk and rubbed against his left leg. In the middle of thrusting, Geffa pushed herself off the desk, using a teensy bit of magic to carry her weight. Randal held on to her, fucking the flesh package bound to his body. Geffa motioned him to turn and when her ass was hanging over an armless chair, she settled onto it. Randal rearranged himself and got back to fucking.

She had her legs spread out again, stretching as far as they would go, and when Randal started cumming, her thighs twitched and she joined in. Splooge leaked all over the chair and floor. Geffa didn't react too loudly but Randal moaned into the air.

The dog had to get off his legs for a moment, and he sat down on the floor laying against the desk. Geffa wiped some of the cream off of her groin when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Geffa. In walked Orphis, a myuman-looking man except with blue skin and digitigrade hooves as legs. His claws were longer than usual and he had horns on his head. Opening his mouth showed off his sharp fangs.

He gave Randal a quick look with his glowing eyes then turned to Geffa, ignoring her nudity, "Classroom 204 has been reshaped. It will now fit 40 dogs but we had to expand its floorspace and push into classrooms 205 and 304."

Geffa caught her breath, "That's... Business Practice for Zoomans and Introduction to Lechery." She thought for a moment, "Yes, those classrooms can take the adjustment. They ought to be more compact!"

Orphis gave Randal the side-eye, "Are you enjoying yourself with your... teacher's pet?"

Geffa glanced at Randal, "As the new dean of this college, I need to get acquainted with the students." She paused, "And you're one to talk, Orphis. How many times have you shot your essence into random myumans? Or is it not as shameful if she's had her mind scrubbed out leaving her drooling all over the place and having just dirtied her pants?"

"It's how you establish superiority!" said Orphis. He leaned closer to Geffa and lowered his voice, "You are _relating_to him like you two are equals..."

Orphis took a look at Randal. A chubby dog. Weird how that was Geffa's ideal mate. Orphis took a look down. The dog had a big cock. Impressive for a (former) myuman. It was flacid but still noteworthy for its size. A scrungy sac laid underneath the shack, resting on the carpet.

"Are you enjoying yourself, dog?" asked Orphis.

Randal nodded, saying nothing. Orphis rolled his pupilless eyes and took his attention to Geffa again.

"Are you still thinking of starting up the theater department?" asked Orphis, "What plays are you going to have your students perform?"

Geffa took a finger to her chin and crossed her legs, "Lion King is a good one. No costumes are needed. On the contrary, have the students strip down. All sex scenes done on stage..." She paused, "Find a handsome young male with an impressive manhood to perform..."

Randal let them have their conversation and his eyes wandered around the room. He looked at the chair beside him. Geffa's panties were hanging on there and there was a graphic on the front. Creeping a hand up the chair leg, onto the seat, and over to the panties, Randal tugged them so the graphic was in better view. On the front there was a roaring dragon. Underneath its face BOSS was written in big letters.

Orphis and Geffa finished their conversation and Orphis left. With the door close, Geffa turned to Randal with a smile. She got off her chair and onto the floor, letting her legs out, inviting Randal with that sizzling gaze. Randal crawled forward over top Geffa's waist and onto her body. He lowered his base down towards her and hinged himself inside her. Geffa wrapped her legs and arms behind Randal.

Randal took two arms behind Geffa's head and began getting her. The way her scales rubbed against his groin was inspiring. It wasn't just his cock inside her moist passageways, everything about the tangle of legs and connection felt good.

Geffa knew how big his cock was but Randal's dick felt even larger inside of her, thicker and deeper. It was such a lovely spank to have his large balls smack her in the taint. She gritted her teeth as Randal drilled pure pleasure into her.

This myuman has a cock like a harpoon, thought Geffa.

It was hard to keep her composure. Her toes twitched and her tail flailed. She looked over at Randal, his snarling mug smack the ground and his drool dripped onto the carpet. It was so gratifying to see her mate with that demeanor. She felt like this dick was going to drill through the diamond in her deepest recesses. Her eyes narrowed slightly and unwillingly she let out a moan.

Maybe if she had let out a moan the pleasure would be less overwhelming but that wasn't so. The moan didn't alleviate that building pleasure in her. This his tall pole within her, poking around and hoisting her like a popsicle stick, every movement made her feel the rod jamming her vaginal ways.

The dick was too good, she thought. She curled her feet and her claws dug deeper into Randal's back. She panicked, because the urge to moan was overcoming her. Her tail curled around the bottom of Randal's butt cheek, her legs jolted in weird directions and as her wings struggled to expand underneath her, she let out a strong and loud moan.

It wouldn't stop. She arched her back and moaned and grunted more; eyes closed and teeth clenched. She wanted the dick so bad. It was inside her, scraping the back of her pleasure core. She needed it there or else she would die!

As she came, she moaned louder, gasping for air. Then she growled. Her eyes got fierce. She some spit leaving her maw, she growled. Her body rocked as she came out her load. She growled and moaned ferociously, like she was screaming to the world how potent her orgasm was.

Raising himself up from the floor, Randal was happy to see Geffa actually expressing an emotion, but also afraid. She gasped and stared at Randal intensely before her expression cooled and she chuckled, "Good doggy!"

"Did you like it?" asked Randal.

For a moment Geffa was prepared to answer honestly, but she remained silent. She took a sharp tongue around her maw and then pushed herself into Randal's face. Began drooly makeouts. They kissed, grunting passionately and letting slobber get everywhere.

Then they were back it. Randal got inside her with a big fleshy baseball bat and started pumping her. Geffa couldn't keep it in. The dick felt so good. For the first dozen pumps she kept herself in check but it felt like she was going to be split in half. She screamed with joy, eyes going stupid, and her tongue hanged out of her mouth. Her wings escaped from underneath her and reached out across the room, the left one folding up against a chair.

Randal saw Geffa bulging her eyes out with pleasure and lost himself. He arched back and barked. He howled. He stretched out his legs and coiled his clawed toes into the floor. Geffa took a hand underneath his ass cheek and they came together; a clash of splooges. Cream poured onto the floor.

Their breath settled and Randal unhinged himself from Geffa. She laid there, an arm outstretched, gasping in pleasure. Randal leaned against a chair.

They cleaned themselves off but when Randal started putting on clothes, Geffa stopped him. She wanted to do it in the college's garden. Should we get dressed, asked Randal. No. Geffa grabbed Randal's hand and the two of them walked out the door, naked as swamp frogs. Geffa lead Randal down the halls.

The halls were mostly empty and didn't seem like they had been changed drastically. It was a quiet afternoon and the only sounds that were heard were gentle murmurs and soft slaps of Randal and Geffa's feet on the floor. Randal and Geffa looked at each other, giggling like idiots. Randal looked at Geffa's perky breasts and got horny. His dick started to rise, bouncing with his energetic steps through the hallways. Geffa saw the bouncing rod and reached out to rub it. Randal bit his lip.

Geffa pushed Randal against a locker and forced Randal's cock within her. She pinned him down and thrusted into him, her feet going up on her toes to rock up and down his body. Her ass clenched with every blow. Randal reached around and grabbed her back, taking a palm over top that smooth ass.

They ravaged each other, sticking their bodies into one another and rubbing. More thrusting into Geffa. More of Geffa loving the feeling of being pried apart by Randal's thick, long member. It was only meant to be a little fling, a little bit of fun, but Geffa was quickly fascinated by Randal's sex.

Deep down I knew he was going to be this good at making love, thought Geffa.

"Oh my god!" Randal and Geffa turned to look at two myumans, one male and one male (likely students), staring at them in disbelief. What were these bizarre creatures in front of them?

The female, glasses with long hair, pointed at them, "M-monsters!"

Geffa wasn't going to let it interupt her sex-having. She pointed her fingers at them, shot a magic beam out of her hand, and they relaxed. Their backs hunched over, the eyes free of concern. Geffa and Randal got back to fucking.

The male stood there with his tongue hanging out, contently. The female sniffed the air and crouched down. She took her claws against the stone floor before falling on her butt. She looked around then looked up at the male myuman and grunted at him. He didn't respond. She got back on her feet and figured it was a good time to use the restroom because strands of wetness appeared on her pants, shooting down her thighs. There was a quiet pattering and drips fell on the floor below. The dripping turned into a spattering with veils of urine falling from her jeans. A puddle formed.

After her evacuation, the female walked up to Geffa, getting plugged by Randal. She approached, leaving a trail of wet behind her. She sniffed at the dragon.

"Leave me alone, brute!" said Geffa between orgasmic gasps.

The two myumans paid their own primitive business while Randal and Geffa climaxed once again and left some of their sex fluids on the floor, a bit of them getting on Geffa's feet. Not having a paper towel on hand, she walked over to the myumans and wiped her foot on the male's sleeve.

The male looked at his sleeve confused.

Geffa grinned at Randal and the two continued down the halls to the garden. It was down the hall, down the stairs to the sub-level, and down another hall. Afternoon sun shone in from the raised windows. Geffa's ebony figure glistened in its light.

"So..." said Randal, keeping a steady pace beside Geffa.

"So..." said Geffa.

Randal cleared his throat, "So... do you actually... like me?"

Geffa sighed and gave Randal a look, "Pet..." she said it in an authoritive tone, "When you were leaving the office, I didn't lustfully peel my panties up my legs because I didn't like you."

Randal scratched his shoulder, "Uh, ok... ok..."

"I've taken a shining to you and some other myumans in town," said Geffa. She gently brushed a hand against the wall, letting her arm bathe in its orange light. She said, "Maybe you are not _truly_pets. We're not equals, of course. But pet is a little harsh." She took a look over a Randal, "After all, if you were truly an animal, I'd be commiting bestiality!"

Randal chuckled.

"You're some place in between," said Geffa. She gave Randal a mischevous grin, "But to simplify things: you're pets!"

Randal grinned and gave a little bark. Geffa was clearly caught off guard but chuckled to be polite and to distract from the fact that cute little gesture gave her vagina a little jolt of firmness.

The two arrived at the door. Opening it, inside was a dim lab. Randal's eyes adjusted and he could see potted plants everywhere. When he walked inside he realized that the ground was dirt, uneven dirt like anything he could have found outside.

"What is this place?" asked Randal.

"This is the botany classroom," said Geffa, walking in with Randal, feet walking along the dirt floor. She picked up a pot, "We switched up it so it had a more natural air about it." She sniffed the plant, "Real plantlife helps calm students." She turned her feet into the earth floor, "Having warm soil underneath ones feet is relaxing." She put the pot down and smirked at Randal, "It lowers the rate of students soiling themselves."

Geffa looked around and walked up to a desk, one of those stationary ones built into the floor. The floor made have been dirt but the desks were solid in the ground. Geffa hopped her butt up onto the desk and spread her legs apart, inviting Randal to infiltrate her. Randal walked up and slid his bat into her giving a nice SHLCK sound.

Geffa took one hand at the edge of the desk and the other on Randal's shoulder. Randal took his hands to her waist. He drilled in her and she was make to moaning and biting her lip with pleasure. Some drool escaped her. Since she seemed to like it, Randal let his moans be doglike and ruffy.

Another cum and fluids got all over the desk and dripped on the floor. Randal pulled out, gasping in exhaustion. The desk behind him would serve as a decent bed for a moment. He climbed aboard and laid down, exhaling loudly.

He laid there until he heard a smacking sound. Turning over to look, Geffa had her hands between her legs, stroking. She was _masturbating._Randal couldn't believe it!

"Are you touching yourself?" asked Randal.

Geffa stopped and patted all over her body; her knees, sides, breasts and shoulders. She brought her hands back down, "Yes, I am touching myself."

"What I meant was," said Randal, "Are you masturbating?"

Geffa stopped again and gave Randal a dreadful look, "Maybe we should send you back to middle school." She started up again, "Yes, I'm masturbating."

Randal chuckled. He got up on his side, holding his head with an arm, "I guess its weird that you masturbate. Why would you do that when you can just have sex? Masturbation is for lonely people."

Geffa raised an eyebrow, "Because my partner for the afternoon needs to take a timeout to refill his juices," she looked down, rubbing slowly, "Masturbation is not for lonely people. It's a healthy and personal activity. It's a form of meditation." She took in a big nose of air, the plant smells delighting her nostrils, "There are advantages to masturbating you can get with regular sexual intercourse."

Randal took a few more minutes to relax and then accepted Geffa's offer to masturbate with her. He pushed himself on the desk beside her, getting a quick look at her sticky, wet hands playing with her perky vag, She rubbed between the lips, poked inside to tickle the sanctuaries, palmed up and down the sex.

"I love to masturbate," said Geffa, "I do it quite a lot." She leaned towards Randal and smiled, "I've done it to the thought of you." She leaned back forward, staring ahead, "I've thought about doing it freely, out in public, but I have an image to maintain, especially now that I am the dean of this institution. I can't be pleasuring myself in public," he gasped and moaned, "even if I want to so bad." She turned over to Randal with a ferocity in her eyes. Teeth bared, she said, "And don't you _dare_tell anyone this!" She looked down at Randal's half-mast cock and scowled, "What's wrong with you? Start masturbating this incident!"

"About what?" Randal said nervously.

Geffa rolled her eyes, "Anything..." She gave herself a few good rubs, "Isn't there anyone you find disgustingly attractive?"

Randal thought of Brandy, the fat cat girl he had sex with the very first night he became a dog. She was so delightful to touch, to hold. Her soft flesh was like a pillow of affection. Her meows and moans were mating calls. He could imagine her splaying her legs for him to enter.

Randal's jerking was fast and hard. He stared out into space, eyes glazed and drool forming on the outsides of his mouth.

Geffa chuckled, "What's gotten you so excited?"

"Brandy..." said Randal, the word broken up with jostles and short exhales, "The girl I fucked on my first day..."

"Brandy?" said Geffa. She lit up and got a devious look on her face, "You mean that fat cat living with Eustice? _She's_the one you want?" Geffa looked at Randal cranking it like a oil drill. His expression was blank and he had a dopey smile on his face, "You must really like her then."

Randal cummed all over himself, jizz getting on his hand and lap. It got on the desk and on the floor. Once he was done cleaning up, Geffa was on the floor between desks. She had her ass turned to him, tail up. Randal stood above her and Geffa looked back like she was waiting for him.

Randal climbed on her, positioning himself around her wings. He found her hole and started thrusting inside. Geffa heaved her chest out and moaned, smiling at Randal's heated penetration. Oh, it was too much. She breathed heavily and drooled on the dirt below her. She gripped the dirt below and curled her toes.

Geffa growled and Randal howled when they came. They took a few minutes then Geffa got up against a desk, showing her rear to Randal again. When Randal lifted up her tail, Geffa outstretched her wings like Randal had pulled the lever to extend them. He found her cooch again and began thrusting.

Geffa's shapely ass was a great thing to push his chubby tummy into. Randal took his hand on her smooth thighs and barked with approval! Geffa smiled like an idiot and raised up on her tippy-toes. Randal's dick was inside her again, cleaning out her recesses with strong and powerful penetration.

They splooged everywhere once again. Jizz going down Geffa's legs and onto the floor, although the dirt would absorb their fluids. They sat for a minute to catch their breaths when the phone went off. Geffa groaned and got up to get it. The phone beside the door, she answered.

"Dean Geffa," she said.

"Hey, Geffa?" the voice on the other end was gruff, probably an older male, "Could you come up here for a moment? We got a problem with the stripper."

Geffa sighed, "Can't... _anyone_deal with it? Anyone else?" She groaned, "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yeah," said the voice, "You're mating with that chubby dog boy. We know. We can see it on the security cameras."

Geffa rolled her eyes, "I'm coming up. Be right there."

She hung up the phone and exhaled forcefully. Randal got up and followed Geffa out the door, back into the tiled hallways. They went down the hallway, passing by a classroom with an open door. Randal peeked inside and saw a couple animal sitting around an open floor. They wore clothes but were feral animals like any he could see outside- rabbits, beavers, and dogs.

"This place sure has changed..." said Randal.

The made it back up to the main level. Along the way, Geffa and Randal passed by some vending machines. Geffa stopped and walked up to one of them, slapped a hand on its glass and out popped a can of green tea. She took it and handed it to Randal, "Here. Drink."

Randal opened the can with a hiss, "Right." He took a big gulp, not caring about not liking the flavor after how great his afternoon has been with all the having sex. He said, "Aren't you getting anything?"

"I'm perfectly fine, dog," said Geffa, "Come on."

Randal followed Geffa, occasionally taking a drink. He chuckled, "I guess being a sorceress means you don't have to hydrate?"

"Is that what you think I am?" she said, "But you are on the right track. I do not need to hydrate because of my special abilities."

Randal and Geffa made to the eastern wing of the college's first floor, a part of the college Randal wasn't familiar with. Huddled around a classroom door there were a few people. There was a young myumanish boy with glasses, a white-feathered bird lady with a large bosom, a stout wolverine guy smoking a cigarette, and on the floor there was a feral rabbit wearing a sweater and pants.

"So what's the matter?" said Geffa.

There was a panel by the door. The wolverine guy turned to it, dialed in some numbers, and said, "The stripper ain't working."

He walked into the door frame, then out, a few times and nothing happened when it's clear something should have. He held his hand out like he was doing a routine. "Nothing," he said.

Geffa walked up to the panel, reached out a palm and a greyish bolt of light emitted from her hand. The panel beeped like it was rebooting and Geffa pressed in a few number. After a confirming beep, the wolverine's clothes vanished revealing gruff fur, a beer belly, and a thick, hefty cock with two large balls.

The rabbit on the floor stepped into the room and his clothes disappeared too. He put up his hind legs and cheered, "Hey! It works! I'm naked!" The rabbit began waving his butt around.

"It wasn't calibrated," said Geffa.

The wolverine chuckled, "Are you and your friend having fun?"

Randal felt exposed and hid his face behind sips of green tea. It hadn't too long since he was forced to be nude and all the anxiety was coming back. Did people think his belly was too chubby? Did people think he cock was too big? Too saggy? The myuman boy was impressed.

Geffa crossed her arms, "Whatever I do with my students is no concern of yours."

The wolverine looked at Randal's dick and gave out a raspy laugh, "With equipment like that, he should try out for the baseball team!"

"Are we done here?" asked Geffa.

The bird lady pointed a thumb at the myuman guy. Staring deadpan at Geffa, she spoke, "Cat. Feral."

The myuman went wide eyed. Geffa shot a bolt at him and his form vanished to the floor where there was a feral-shaped cat wearing the same clothes he was. The cat looked at himself in shock.

"Ah!" he said, "Y-you turned me into a cat!"

The bird reached down and petting his head forcibly, "Now go inside the room."

The cat looked at the door frame. He looked at the rabbit, prancing around nakedly. He said, "But it'll take away my clothes!"

The bird had no patience for his hesitation. She took a hand behind him and pushed him into the door frame. As he went through, his shirt and pants disappeared although his glasses stared intact. As soon as he realized he was exposed, two paws went to cover up his crotch.

The rabbit laughed and slapped him on the back, "A bit chilly, isn't it?"

The wolverine chuckled and walked out of the room, clothes coming back in a zip. The bird looked down at her embarrassed partner, struggling to hide his crotch from the world.

The rabbit tugged the cat to follow him, "Come on! We got a job to do! Let's go test out that newspaper!"

The others let Geffa continue with her afternoon and she and Randal took off. Geffa gave him a seductive look and his dick angled. The night wasn't over yet, or the afternoon, rather. Geffa wanted to do it on the roof, but when Randal and his dragon lover got to the rooftop exit, Geffa was stopped by a shorter woman in her late-twenties wearing glasses. A professor, Randal assumed.

"D-Dean..." her intimidation with every letter, she was shaking at the presence of Geffa. She rubbed her arm, "It says that the... it says that the semester includes teaching students... to be birds."

Geffa was stone-faced, "Yes?"

The professor was nearly weeping. She said, "Does that mean we're going to g-g-get _transformed_into-"

Geffa raised a hand. The professor panicked, "Wait, no!"

With a single zap, the professor was a blue macaw standing on the floor. Her clothes had been readjusted to suit her bird form. He looked at herself, saw her blue wings and knew what had just happened. She shrieked!

"You better get used to the form quick, professor," said Geffa, "You have a group of students to lead the way."

The professor looked at herself, whimpering and panicking. She could have broken her neck with how vigorously she was jolting her head around, looking at every body part with disbelief. Her wings, her tailfeathers, her feet... all gone bird!

She then stopped cold, a face full of dread. She wiggled her tailfeathers a little bit and gulped. "I crapped myself," she said.

"Of course you did," said Geffa, "You're a bird. It's what you do."

The professor walked off, awkwardly waddling with her feet in a wide stance. It was like she was doing a dance. Geffa opened the door and they went inside. The stairwell was dark and musky. The concrete steps were cold on their bare feet. Their claws clicked and the echo reverbed up and down the vertical corridor.

They went up the stairs, beams of light shining into the dark hallways. The sounds of pigeons and gulls got louder and they reached the roof. Randal looked up at Geffa. As she climbed the stairs, her ass cheeks clenched and flexed under her tail. Randal began to drool and his dick bobbed as he took each step up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a door. When Geffa tried to open it, it didn't. Must have been locked. Geffa put a hand up to the lock and it turned red. Steam came off of it and the smell of burnt toast filled the air. There was a snap, and then Geffa pushed the door open. She held it open for Randal to pass without touching the molten metal.

Outside of the pebbly roof, Randal could see the whole city. As he walked around the bump floor, he looked over Darwinton. Hundreds of houses could be seen. How far did Geffa's influence reach? From up there, every neighborhood looked peaceful and normal under the blue afternoon sky.

Geffa breathed in and stretched, "Isn't it a lovely day for a rut?"

The breeze was cooler up on the roof. The wind passed underneath Geffa's perky vagina and swerved around Randal's large member.

"Where did you want to do it?" asked Randal.

Geffa looked around the floor, "Anywhere is good." She got down on the ground and let out her legs. Her groin was so inviting. A sensual warmness came off of it and the aroma was tantalizing. Randal came down on her, hands out ready to fondle her breasts.

He got inside her and started humping. Geffa kept a poker face for a few seconds but then couldn't keep it anymore. With her vaginal lips being rubbed by a huge meaty pole, she found it hard not to flail her legs around, curl her toes, thrust her crotch in all sorts of directions, slap her tail, scream, laugh, and moan.

Randal couldn't help it either. He drooled, barked, howled and moaned. He clenched his teeth and thrusted hard like he was trying to split the dragon lady in half. When he looked down and saw her- tongue hanging out, big dumb smile on her face, eyes wild with passion- he moaned louder and harder.

This dog gives it to me so good, thought Geffa.

Randal dug into her. He mined her core. He grunted and huffed with his thrusts. He bit his lip and sometimes his tongue. Feeling her flesh press up against his tip was heavenly. He held her groin, rubbing his thumbs against her belly.

Geffa's moans of passion got aggressive. Her joyful yelps turned into tortured sighs. She scowled and growled. A nasty hiss escaped her, tongue jolting out. Her eyes were full of rage. Geffa growled, then roared like she was a simple dumb beast. It was pathetic but felt too pleasurable not to. She forgot about keeping up appearances. Being a slutty beast is what she wanted! She stretched out her legs!

Hold it together you dirty slut, Geffa told herself in her mind. But she couldn't hold it together. The way Randal held, pushed his fat belly into hers, tangled his legs into hers, smacked his balls against her taint, and thrusted like a beast, it was too good.

For second she looked scared. She coughed and a small spit of fire came out. She knew what was coming. She took a hand behind Randal's head and pulled him close that his head was into Geffa's shoulder. Randal didn't know why but didn't struggle.

Geffa heaved up, then let out another large roar. She heaved up again and when she roared a flare came from her maw. Randal could hear the crackle of the flame. He turned took look at Geffa, eyes wide like a beast. She was breathing so hard it brushed against Randal's fur.

Oh darkness, here it comes, thought Geffa. Her eyes bulged out and she shrieked, sending a stream of fire into the air. A pause, then another shriek of fire. Randal kept his head down. The fire warmed his fur. He kept thrusting.

Geffa caught her breath only for the urge to return. Like a dam breaking open, another spray of flame escaped her, shooting up into the sky. Those playing on the fields or watching the college from miles away would see the blaze. There would be rumors of students testing a flamethrower.

It didn't stop. Geffa was overwhelmed again and again and fire escaped her. She screamed like an old world dragon and sprayed her fiery essence into the sky. Her body flailed, giving Randal quite the ride. He held tight, although his thrusting was compromised. Her legs tossed her in wild directions and her wings flapped like hummingbird wings.

Her eyes went feral and she sprayed another beam of fire into the air, the sound shaking the ground. After letting it all out, she collapsed. Randal and Geffa caught their breaths, both of them totally collapsed.

Their crotches and waists were covered with sex fluids and their was a puddle underneath them. Their muscles were sore. Randal could barely turn his head and laid there drooling into Geffa's arm. She didn't mind.

After they found the strength to get up, the two of them got up and left the rooftop. They detoured into a classroom to take a few towels and wipe themselves down. It was Geffa's school, she had every right to waste a few towels.

They wiped themselves off, tossed the towels in the trash can, and went to the cafeteria.

While Geffa quickly regained her composure, Randal was still shaky after the ordeal they had gone through. Still ass-naked, they got themselves some food. The cafeteria staff weren't present but Geffa found some sandwiches and water in the fridge. They sat down at a table and ate quitely.

After a few minutes they were joined by the squad they met earlier. Doggy dishes were put out for the cat and rabbit, who were clothed again. The former myuman seemed more comfortable in his cat form. The wolverine guy and busty bird took opposite sides of Geffa.

"What was going on there?" the wolverine already had a big smile on his face. He knew what was going on.

"You must have had a good time," said the bird, "If the sex was so good he made you flamegasm."

Randal said nothing. Chomped down on a cold cut sandwich, trying so hard to not exhibit any pride.

"Maybe it was," said Geffa, "but regardless," she took a foot to Randal's to get his attention, "if you tell anyone about this I will erase your from existence."

Randal nodded. The message was clear.