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College Complications

Chapter 4

For John_Doe12346

By Draconicon

Once they found out that James could control peoples' minds, the months went by quickly. There was little to worry about, and though they were both tempted to cruise by on easy street with James controlling the professors to give them both straight-As, they knew better than that. If anything happened between them, they wanted to be able to make their way in the world without the benefit of mind control, and they needed the skills they were learning.

So, over the months between their transformation and their graduation, they kept the mind control to a minimum. Oh, there were times that James abused the power - and times that Frank let him - but most of the time, they were on the side of the angels.

They even had a few nights when they used his power to stop mugging, and there were days when Frank used his sheer size to really put a stop to some of the bullshit that went on around campus. They weren't super-heroes, but they were very ethical.

It was a good feeling, and it meant that they felt better about their new bodies. The occasional dysphoria for days past became rarer and rarer, and by the time that the walk came around, they were so comfortable in their new bodies that they didn't want to even think about having their human shapes back.

Frank sat in the front row of students waiting to make the walk for their diploma, and he needed two chairs to hold him. Not because he'd gained weight or anything, but, well, they were made for humans, and he was very obviously not. He could have crushed one under him, and his ass didn't entirely fit on a single chair to begin with.

It would have been horrifying for the entire collection of students to see him as he really was. He knew that there was an illusion on him, that James was presenting him as he had been, that the audience saw him as just one more human being. It was something that they had worked out long ago, and that the dean - one of the few people that they had allowed to see past it - had allowed for them to have the walk.

They had earned it, after all.

But that didn't mean that it didn't feel weird on some level. He felt like a stranger at the ceremony, as if there was something that he couldn't quite have the way that the other students did. He clenched his fingers into fists over his knees, sighing.

Split.

Split.

Splut.

He glared down at the front of his robe, shaking his head at the little wet spots that were showing. His nipples never stopped their oozing, and if he didn't milk them - like he hadn't that morning - the cum that they oozed turned into little jets. Not enough to actually push through the robe, but more than enough to stain it.

"James..."

"I got it, I got it."

He hoped so. As he wasn't affected by the mind control powers, he didn't know what the illusion looked like. For all he knew, he could be naked on the chairs and showing off his human dick, and everyone would still have been okay with it due to the fact that they were told that it was completely normal.

He shook his head. No need to think about that. No need to think about showing off, either. That would cause a reaction.

The announcer called another name, and the student just next to Frank stood up and began the walk across the stage. That meant that he'd be next, and he would be done with this. James was already done, had come back, taken his diploma and sat down. This...this was going to be done soon.

He didn't know why he felt so nervous. He'd earned this diploma, and they'd practiced this a hundred times. Nothing would go wrong. Nothing.

The other student took his paper and walked over. The announcer called his name, and Frank stood up, making his way up the stairs and across the stage.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of his own footsteps felt like thunder. He was taller, bigger, broader than any of the other students, even the football players that were so thick and proud of their muscles. His robe barely went down to his knees, showing off fur and thick feet that were very, very sensitive. Very sensitive to the point that they were sending little shocks of pleasure up his legs and reminding him how good it would feel to just -

Not now.

Even as his dick tried to rise up, he told it to go back down. He pushed down at the thick thing, hoping that James was doing something about the illusion to keep him from looking utterly ridiculous.

He reached the announcer, looked down at the rolled-up bit of paper, and his breath just whooshed right out of him. That, right there, was the culmination of years of work and thousands of dollars. He'd be spending the rest of his life making sure that it was worth it.

He looked out at the crowd and spotted his boyfriend. James sat in the second row, the Mewtwo smiling at him through that mop of dirty-blonde hair. He didn't have a hint of fear, not even a little glimmer of nervous anxiety. Of all the people there, he had utmost faith in what Frank could do.

Frank knew that he couldn't let that down. Not now. Not ever.

He took the rolled up diploma, shook the dean's hand, and made his walk to the far side of the stage. James stood up from the crowd and joined him, following him around and to the back.

"So, how do you feel?" the Mewtwo asked, looking up at the nine-foot-tall bat-horse hybrid.

"I feel...good."

"Good enough to head back?"

"Good enough to head back."

"And then..."

"Heh. Then...then we do what we promised."

"Finally," James muttered.

Finally, indeed.

They lost the robes partway to the new apartment. There was no point for them, as they were hardly measured for guys their size, and the constant illusion of James's powers meant that they didn't have to wear clothes ever again if they didn't want to. All that mattered was that they walk normally.

Or, well, at least as normally as two guys with dicks swaying at half-mast could do. They were blushing on the bus on the way there, and walking through the lobby completely naked - even if they were the only ones that knew that they were naked - was still hard enough to get their heads around. They were still getting more and more excited as they took the elevator up to their apartment, though, and Frank knew that he wasn't the only one feeling it. Even though his dick was the bigger and more obvious of the two of them, that horse shaft was only three-quarters hard, while the Mewtwo's dick was throbbing at full erection, even going so far as to slap against James's stomach from time to time.

"That eager?" Frank asked.

"Wouldn't you be? Aren't you?"

"Yeah, but...I guess I didn't expect you to be."

"Frank. You're hot. Get used to it."

"Most people don't say that."

"Most people see the illusion I put on you."

"Are you saying you made me ugly?"

"I'm saying I kept the competition from being tempted," James said, looking down at his knuckles.

"...You dick."

"Heh, gotta keep you for myself somehow."

He wanted to be a little frustrated, but all he could do was smile. Despite the fact that it was a little manipulative, it was still kinda hot to be wanted more than anyone else, and to have someone so interested in keeping him that they actually chased their other competitors away. Wasn't every guy that could say that he had a boyfriend that was that devoted.

The elevator came to a halt and they stepped out, their apartment right across from the metal doors. James had the key and opened it up, and they stepped inside.

It was a little bigger than their dorm, though not by much. A small hall that passed by a bathroom led to the living room, and the kitchen was open-plan, facing toward it. Down a second hall, they'd find their bedroom, he knew, and there was a washer-dryer combo near it for them to use if they ever needed it.

They both walked to the couch and sat down together. It creaked, but not enough to worry either of them. They had shopped for one specifically big and sturdy enough to take their weight, and this one would do.

At least, for now.

They shuffled back and forth, and Frank knew that it wasn't just him that was nervous about what was coming next. They'd built this up for months, that moment where they'd actually have some fun together. They were supposed to be making some big moment of it, some celebration of the fact that they were boyfriends, and had been for the last six months. God, the thought of having been with anyone that long without getting laid was weird.

Not that they hadn't done anything. They'd touched, they'd jerked off together, and they'd even jerked each other off, but that was as far as Frank had been willing to go until the end of the year. He wanted to see how they worked together as people, rather than leaping into the deep end without any chemistry.

They worked well together. He knew that. James knew that. They were ready to take the next step.

He reached over, rubbing the Mewtwo's thigh, feeling the soft hair down there. He hadn't realized just how hairy the drawing was until James had become this persona, and he still didn't entirely believe it until he touched him. The soft hair was almost like fur in places, and he shook his head with a smile as his hand traveled ever upward.

"Mmm..."

"Heh, you like that?" he asked.

"I'd like it a lot better if I was on my hands and knees and had something inside me."

"Which hole?"

"Either, at this point," James admitted.

"Do you want to -"

"I've wanted to for months. Let's just...let's do it."

"...If you're ready..."

"I have been. Are you?"

"...Yeah...Yeah, I think I am."

Standing up, he took James by the hand, but it was the Mewtwo that led them down the hall to the bedroom. He followed, looking down at that curvy rump, smiling to himself as he imagined how it would feel to be above that, looking down at it, seeing his cock disappearing into it again and again.

It was enough to have him at full mast by the time they reached the bedroom. James climbed into bed, getting on all fours and raising his hips up a bit higher, showing himself off and swaying his ass cheeks from side to side.

"That invitation enough?" James asked.

"Yeah...fuck, that's hot."

"Don't hold back."

"You - what?"

"Don't hold back. If you cum early, we'll just change, okay? You on top to start, but if you finish early, we can just change positions."

"...Heh..."

There was a part of him that felt almost embarrassed at the idea. After all, he had been calling the shots for the last six months, but...well, it was only fair. And they both had plenty of things to explore. He nodded as he climbed onto the bed, groping his cock with one hand and rubbing James's hips with the other.

His boyfriend was sexy, there was no getting around that, and he was damn happy that there was no denying it. There was something soft, something wonderful, something utterly engaging about staring at that sexy, curvy ass. It was big enough that he knew that his cock would work to pass the cheeks a bit, and wide enough that he'd feel every thrust back that James made to get his cock deep into that pucker. His cock throbbed, the flared tip getting wider for a moment before shrinking down just a little.

"Okay...okay. Let's do this."

"Fourteen inches of fat cock. Get it in me," James said.

"Heh, you are such a bottom."

"So, be my top."

"Oh, I will."

He groped his cock just below the medial ring, and the head flared again, a few little bumps and nodules showing. The little barbs that came with the cock. Oh, that would be good.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself one last time before grinding his cock forward and in. James gasped as the flared head rubbed against his pucker, reached back to part his cheeks a bit further -

POP!

It went in faster than either of them expected, and both of them gasped at the same time. James went from gripping his cheeks to gripping the sheets, huffing and gasping, while Frank was barely holding back from ramming himself in right then and there.

Holy FUCK that's hot...

Seeing the size difference only made it better. The sheer girth of his shaft spreading that hole as wide as it was made him all the harder, and his balls felt so heavy. All four of them felt like they were churning away, making more and more cum to blast that pucker with when he reached the peak.

And that wasn't going to take long. He could feel his excitement already pulsing away. If he lasted five minutes, he'd be grateful.

"Nnngh...keep...keep going."

"Okay...okay..."

He had to force himself to go slow, to take that first thrust as long and gradual as he could. The utter pleasure of feeling those inner walls clenching down on him like that, the silky, textured grip of those inner walls squeezing along his cock and welcoming him inside, was everything that he could have asked for from a first time. His eyes rolled back in his head as he worked his way forward, scooting along the bedsheets, feeling it creak and groan under them as he advanced. Oh, the warmth, and the slippery feeling -

Splurt.

Splurt.

That was pre-cum, but so much of it. It was like lube, and James groaned, but a good groan.

"Oooooh, fuck..."

If it wasn't for his hyper-productive balls, this probably would have been a good bit messier and more uncomfortable. Instead, it meant that they had a fine time, and that James had an asshole that was probably wetter than his pussy at that moment.

He finally bottomed out in his boyfriend, and he was unable to believe just how hot and tight it still felt. Despite the fact that he was as big as he was, despite the fact that he had just rammed it in, despite it all, it felt tight.

And he loved it.

"Ready...ready for me to go harder?"

"Please...for the love of fuck..."

"You sure?"

"Goddammit, yes!"

"Okay...okay..."

He just wanted to be sure. Taking his time, he knelt in a good position that let him grip those hips. Wide, thick, almost breeder-style hips, and he grinned at the thought. Hell, he imagined that he'd be 'breeding' this slut more than a few times.

Slut. Well, he'd never thought of James that way before, but he had to admit that it was kinda sexy now.

He started pulling back, and the tightness only got better as he dragged his hips back, little by little stretching that pucker. It pulled on him in return, the pressure inside trying to keep him from pulling out. James leaned forward, huffing, panting, whimpering, and the occasional 'splut' sound told him that he wasn't the only one oozing pre-cum.

He wondered how the barbs felt inside. Maybe one day, they'd have the chance to get James a sheath and they could find out.

Pulling all the way back to the tip, he made it feel like he was going to pop that out too before suddenly jamming his hips forward. The sudden whoosh of air into the sheets was all that he had to hear to know that it wasn't what his boyfriend had been expecting, but it felt so good that he couldn't just stop himself and ask if he was okay. He needed more.

Much more.

Grunting, he pulled back again, his hips already pistoning on their own, moving forward and back on automatic pilot. He gasped for breath every time that the Mewtwo under him tightened up, which happened with every thrust, and he moaned under his breath as he felt just how close he was.

In, out, in, out, moving faster than he'd meant to but having no way to slow himself down, Frank just got into it. He embraced the raw pleasure that came from fucking that ass and gave himself to it, ramming in and out, feeling the rim slowly loosening, but the inner walls never let him go. They clung to the wide head of his cock, and no matter how deep he rammed in, no matter how hard he fucked, he never entirely broke his boyfriend in. In, out, in, out, in, out, feeling that clench, feeling that light 'suck' of the hole trying to keep his cock inside, feeling the way that the Mewtwo's pussy was wet against his balls, all felt so good.

He lost track of time, and lost track of himself. All that mattered was pulling those hips back against him, ramming his hips forward. He stared at the wide-stretched rim, seeing how the skin turned slightly puffy and slightly pink where it clenched around his cock, and he knew...

He knew he couldn't last.

Frank moaned out loud as he rammed in one more time, burying his cock deep. Was it a minute? Two? Three? It couldn't have been five, but he no longer cared. It felt too good to hold back any longer.

As it hit him and hit him hard, he slumped forward, his cock completely buried inside that tight hole as his balls rose up, clenching against his crotch as he came, and came, and came, each spurt flooding through him and pulsing into that tight hole. He could feel the warmth splashing back against him, both from his own load and from the constant squirting coming from below.

He panted, shivering as his cock oozed and squirted, squelched and pulsed inside of that pucker. He could feel his own cum all around his cock, and knew that he'd done the good thing of filling it to the brim.

As James panted under him, he reached around slowly. Clumsy hands eventually found the Mewtwo's cock, and he was honestly surprised to find that it was still hard.

"Didn't finish?" he asked.

"Heh...not quite."

"But you -"

"Squirting can happen without cumming."

"...You little slut."

"You know it. Now, my turn."

"You're going to make a mess."

"Don't care. My turn."

Shaking his head, Frank sat up and slowly wiggled his hips as he pulled backwards. The feeling of pulling out was almost as good as sliding in, and he bit his lips as he felt the way that the inner walls were clamping around his cock. His sheer size - fourteen inches - was nearly enough to make it impossible to push in in the first place, but pulling it out? It was like he had been plunging into something that didn't want to let go.

Eventually, he got all the way back to the head, and when he got there, he had to get a good grip on James's tail for leverage. He pinned the Mewtwo in place, holding his boyfriend so he couldn't wiggle out of the way, and then -

POP!

The sound of the flared head coming free was so loud that he wouldn't have been surprised if their neighbors heard it, and the instant it came out, so did the flood that he'd left behind. The creampie in that pucker was so full, so thick, so immense, that it bubbled out almost instantly. Thick, white streams rolled past that ruined rim, dribbling down over an untouched pussy and past it to the balls that dangled just below. James shivered from head to double-toes, clenching up and trying to close, but his ass didn't want to do that just yet.

"Told you," Frank said.

"Get...get on you back...I want...need..."

"That bad?"

"Ohhhh, yeah."

"Okay, just...hang on. Scooch over."

As soon as his boyfriend was out of the way, despite the pool of cum spreading along the blankets, Frank did as he was asked. He tucked his back spines in place and carefully laid his wings out to the side to ensure that they wouldn't cause damage or be damaged, and then spread his legs slowly. James loomed over him, smiling, throbbing hard but nowhere near as big as Frank's monster.

"Feel a little inadequate compared to that thing," James said.

"Well, you're not going to be on top all the time."

"I know, but come on. I want you to feel it. Enjoy it. Otherwise, what's the point of fucking each other, right?"

"Heh, just be you."

"You sap."

"You know it."

Lifting his legs to give James a little more room, he saw the Mewtwo turn to look at his feet. They'd talked about that more than once, and James had expressed willingness to experiment a little, if Frank wanted. He'd never committed to that, not wanting to push things too weird in their first time, but -

But James apparently didn't care. Before Frank could get comfortable with his legs pulled up to his chest, James grabbed him by the ankles and yanked his feet up in the air, leaving him bent in an L shape. He yelped in shock, only for his boyfriend to lean in and -

"Mmmph!"

He gasped, shivering at the first lick along the bottom of his feet. They weren't dirty from walking around, but he would have normally washed them first before something like this. That said, James seriously didn't seem to care, particularly as he dragged his tongue from heel-spur up to his toes again, each lick a little more firm than the last, and it was...surprisingly sensual.

Of course, it wasn't like getting his dick sucked or anything like that - a foot fetish didn't work like that - but there was something that really sent shocks through his system getting his feet attended to like that. Having them pushed together, soles nuzzled and licked, toes teased with little nibbles -

"MMPH!"

It made him all the harder, and wetter, apparently, considering how warm and slick James's cock felt between his legs.

"Heh...I guess you really do like that," his boyfriend said.

"Mmmph...you jerk."

"I know you wanted it. You were never going to ask, though."

"I was planning to. In a couple of days."

"Come on. Why wait?"

"I didn't want it to be weird for you the first time."

"Heh, I want you to be happy. Is that so weird?"

"...No."

"Then let me give you something fun."

It was surprisingly hard to focus on any one stimulation as James got to work. Sometimes, it was easier to focus on that tongue lapping against his feet, while other times, it was easier to pay attention to that cock grinding and settling in place. It wasn't going for his ass, but rather for his pussy. That was going to feel weird, but -

Then it went in, and he gasped again, curling his toes. James grunted as his tongue was caught between the dexterous digits, but there was very little in him that cared at that moment. He panted for breath, his mouth hanging open, his eyes closing tightly as the Mewtwo started thrusting, grinding away despite the fact that his tongue was trapped.

So, this was what it felt like to get filled and fucked. He had to admit, he rather liked it. In, out, in, out, feeling it sliding past his slit and delving deep into his body, feeling the plundering and yet loving feeling of it taking him, consuming him.

Oh, it was wonderful.

Not as good as fucking, but close. He groaned under his breath, pressing his feet up, grinding his soles against the Mewtwo's face. When James started trying to pull back, to get some control again, he took it back himself, using his tail to shove James forward, keeping him bucking in, keeping him from pulling away.

"MMMPH!"

"Keep going...keep...fucking...going," he muttered.

He hadn't realized that he was this into it. His cock throbbed against his belly, his nipples oozed more than they usually did, and he could taste pre-cum in his mouth as his cock-tongue started getting in on the action. God, everything felt so good. He didn't know that things could feel this good.

In, out, in, out, thrusting away, humping into his core, filling him to the brim over and over again. Was it that big, or did it just feel that big? Did it matter? Not when it was this hot, he decided.

He pushed his hips up, fucking himself against James as much as James fucked him. In, out, in, out, the constant feeling of movement pushing buttons that he didn't know he had, the pressure on his soles hitting his foot fetish in a way that he'd never allowed himself to indulge in or enjoy before. It was all there, always getting stronger, always getting so much fucking hotter that he couldn't stop himself from -

"NNNNGH!"

"AAAAH!"

They both moaned and came to the edge of their endurance at the same time. The warmth of the splattering seed inside of him was matched with his own cum showering him from above. He panted, he squeezed, he tensed, and the pleasure just kept going, on...and on...and on.

They stayed together, James with his cock buried in Frank's pussy and his face buried in the hybrid's feet, for nearly a minute before Frank could completely unclench. He hadn't expected that blast of pleasure to be that intense, but there it was. He slowly undid his muscles, bringing himself back to a calmer state of mind, and James slowly pulled out.

The feeling of all that cum oozing out afterward sent a shiver down his spine, and he shook his head.

"No wonder you were babbling a bit," Frank said.

"Weird, isn't it?"

"No kidding."

"Good, though."

"Heh, once you get used to it."

He waited, letting it all flow out, running out of his pussy down to his ass and then to the sheets. Oh, they were going to have some laundry tonight, and he just hoped that it hadn't stained the mattress or something like that.

Shaking his head, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His cock finally started going back down, losing the flare at the tip and getting a little less severe with the barbs, as well. The sense of being so horned up, so turned on, slowly started to fade.

It was nice. It cleared his head.

"So, how do you feel?" James asked, sitting beside him.

"Good...I feel, well, good."

"Just good?"

"Heh, very good."

"Good."

They squeezed together, arms around each other's middles, and Frank smiled to himself. For all that the world had gone completely insane since the tattooing for them, they were closer than they had ever been. He had never imagined that they'd end up together like this, not once before they'd had this transformation, but now that they'd gone through it, he couldn't imagine anyone else being this wonderful for him.

And now...

Now, they were together. Now, they were living together. Now, they were proper boyfriends. They could fuck, they could...they could do whatever they wanted, really. They were graduates. They were...

God, they had their whole life ahead. Yeah, they were freaks, but they'd already figured out how to handle that. That was no problem when you had someone that could control the minds of others. All you had to do was be careful not to do anything stupid that someone else might comment on.

"Frank?" James asked.

"Yeah?"

"You're not...just with me because it's easy, right?"

"...Why would you think that?"

"Just wanting to be sure."

"No. I'm not with you just because it's easy. That's why I wanted to wait. I wanted to see...I wanted to see that we'd be able to do it without having to just settle for each other. And we did."

"Yeah...we did."

"Come on. Let's shower, and then we can cuddle."

"Or...we could -"

"Cuddle. Or we'll need to do even more laundry."

"Heh, okay, okay, fine. We can do that."

The End

Summary: And so we come to the end of this little saga of transformation and being together. Enjoy the culmination of fun.

Tags: H/H, Anal, Vaginal, Size Difference, Hybrid, Bat, Horse, Mewtwo, Big Cock, Flare, Cum, Hair Trigger, Horny, Creampie, Foot Fetish,