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“Where did she go...?” Coonix mumbled during his short walk to his mentor, Archmage Amoren’s, tower for his work shift.

He had gotten into another argument with his girlfriend, Jezebel, last night over his apprenticeship. Although the quarter-bred quoll—a mongrel mixbreed of different mustelids and others—had been working and ‘studying’ under the fox for years, he was still no better than an initiate.

He worked hard all day, every day, cleaning, arranging books, managing the basic chores for a massive tower, yet he could count the proper magical lessons he had received on one hand!

The pay he received for the opportunity to ‘study’ at the fox’s feet was barely better than a laborer’s, too—good for the work he actually did at the tower, but hardly comparable to what most mages could make.

So, while he shared Jezebel’s frustrations about his career, he couldn’t quite bring himself to agree with her course of action...

For one, while his current rut fell far short of the grandeur he originally envisioned when becoming a mage, and especially when getting the apprenticeship to the sly vulpine magister, it was still a good job. Even if the pay was only decent, being the mage’s apprentice brought him many benefits in town, if for no other reason than he could pass on requests by the townsfolk to the fox that would normally be too busy to listen to their needs.

Second... He learned quite early in his apprenticeship that his ability did not measure up to his ambitions.

The fox had tried to teach him some magic originally... But the mustelid had struggled during those lessons, at least at the pace the vulpine taught at, causing the fox to place him in what he generously called the ‘self-study’ curriculum.

Which basically meant that after he finished his chores for the day, he got to read the books the fox thought he was at a proper enough capability to handle. In effect, refining his spell work was his responsibility alone, save for the rare occasions when the master of magic would answer a question the quarter-quoll was uncertain of—if only to keep the mongrel from blowing himself up with his next practice.

Still, trying to express the truth to the red panda hadn’t gone over well—or at least, he couldn’t quite get his point across between her frustration and his own embarrassment.

Thus, what led to the argument boiling over last night, and her storming off to ‘have a talk with Amoren’.

“It was raining pretty hard when she left,” Coonix thought with a sigh as he reached the tower’s entrance.

“Master Amoren was probably just polite and let her stay the night... That’s why she hadn’t returned yet,” he further consoled himself, although his mumbled words did little to console the knot of anxiety coiling within his chest.

The apprentice waved his hand in front of the door, causing the arcane lock keyed to his mana signature to open it and allow him to walk in.

He sighed as soon as he entered, looking down at the wet footprints left on the stone floor. At least he knew Jezebel had arrived at the tower... and left more work for him in the process.

Coonix still struggled with animating mobs, so he wandered towards the broom closet to do the work manually...

He didn’t make it more than a few feet, however, before freezing in his tracks as lurid, wet slaps of flesh upon flesh greeted his round ears.

His amber eyes hesitantly rolled towards the source as the anxious knot in his chest surged. At least until his gaze looked past his large, bulbous nose to spot his Master sitting in his usual armchair in front of the fire.

He sighed with relief upon seeing a black-and-white-furred skunk twink bouncing on the studly fox’s fat, thigh-sprawling dick, and not his girlfriend like he had feared.

“Morning, Master Amoren,” Coonix greeted, paying no attention to the ditzy boy hungrily, needily bouncing on the fox’s knot.

The mustelid’s back was pressed against the fox’s chest, meaning the twink’s fat and oversized for his lanky body’s throbbing cock wagged towards the mongrel with every gyration of his hips.

It hardly seemed to be the skunk’s first time taking the fox’s large, angry knot, too, considering the trickle of thick fox spunk oozing out from black-and-white sleeve’s well-bred hole.

Alas, this was hardly the first time he had stumbled upon his Master mid-rut. Thus, the only emotion the scene brought him was annoyance—this ‘entertainment of choice’ from his Master always left a mess that he’d then have to clean up.

The fox’s potent scent always left him flushed with unsettling arousal whenever he did so, too.

Well, there was also a hint of curiosity to his emotions... The skunk didn’t look like anyone from town, and the glazed, thoughtless expression upon his face discounted the idea that they were another apprentice, or even a peer, of the fox’s.

A booty call Amoren had summoned, perhaps?

“Morning, my dear boy~” the fox rumbled while his surprisingly rugged for a mage’s hands continued to help the eager skunk slut for vulpine cock up and down over his glossy red column of meat—showing as much casual indifference for the quarter-quoll walking in on his fun as Coonix did‌ seeing it.

The quoll remained in place for a moment, though, debating whether to talk to his Master now or let the man finish his fuck while busying himself with morning chores...

In the end, his concern for his girlfriend beat the usual sense of propriety and meekness‌ to the fox—although not without the apprentice giving a weary sigh at the hassle of doing so before speaking.

“Sorry to interrupt your fun, but...”

“Oh, it's alright, Coonix. Pay my new fag toy no mind~ He certainly won’t, there’s not a thought between his ears other than a need for dick~”

The kitsune’s crass words helped to console the hybrid’s hesitation somewhat... but not entirely.

“Well, um... It's about my girlfriend, Jezebel.‌ She said she was going to visit you last night, and she hasn’t returned home... I don’t suppose you know where she is?” he inquired.

He did his best to ignore the sordid affair happening right in front of him, and failed quite evidently considering each wet clap of the fox’s knot against the skunk’s pucker made him flinch.

“Hmmm? Well, of course I know where he is~” Amoren chuckled in reply.

Coonix’s ears twitched.

‘He?’ Did his Master misspeak?

“Although he goes by Jessy now... Not that he really remembers his name much. Like I said, not many thoughts go on between his ears anymore~”

Coonix blinked again, confusion spreading across the quarter-bred apprentice’s face... before dawning realization and dread washed the former expression away as he looked at the skunk still bouncing on the fox’s cock.

“W-wait, that’s Jezebel!?” he shouted in disbelief, so stunned that he couldn’t even move!

Nor did he try to avoid the sordid sight before him anymore. His amber eyes, wide with disbelief, tried to find any trace of familiarity within the skunk twink enraptured with the inadequacy-instilling, discomfort-inducing shaft stuffing him so deeply a visible bulge stretched along the twink’s white-furred belly.

Although he had gone home to the red panda lass for years, and spent long, uncounted hours in her embrace, he couldn’t see a single detail in the cock-hungry skunk that reminded him of his girlfriend!

But he never doubted his Master’s word, not even for a second. If he said this is... or at least, was, Jezebel, he believed him.

“Mmm... That girl was no good for you... Her head was full of ambitions and schemes beyond her station~ So I made some improvements...” Amoren answered his shout with a snicker, bringing a pause to his lurid debauchery so that he could yank the skunk up and off his cock.

With an uncomfortable twitch of revulsion and tamed disgust, Coonix watched as the knee-slapping spire of vulpine masculinity pried itself from the skunk’s pliant, cum-slick ring with a long, drawn out squelch... Followed by that meaty, twitching, eye-drawing python flinging forward once it was free from its eager, living holster.

The sight above the mage’s dick was also captivating in its own way... The mystical fox easily held the small skunk above his lap, grasping the mind-broken sleeve by his thighs to present the skunk’s well-trained pucker. A show that the mustelid was quick to take part in, flicking his long tail up and out of the way to expose the slick, quivering ring clenching tightly against the thin air—despite having been stuffed with a dick as thick as the twink’s wrist just a few seconds ago.

It made the mongrel’s humanoid prick jolt against his robes with uncharacteristic vigor.

“Don’t worry, I made sure to quality test him for you~ Not only is his ass far tighter and better able to pleasure cock than the red panda ever could, but he’s also very obedient... So long as you give him the dick he desires~”

“B-but I...” Coonix interjected, trying to interrupt the sales pitch the fox was giving for his ‘gift’.

“Oh, don’t give me that ‘I’m straight’ nonsense~” the five-tailed vulpine chuckled, dropping the skunk like a discarded plaything.

Not that the striped-tailed twink seemed to mind, quickly jumping back onto his feet and draping himself against the side of the studly fox’s body with fawning adulation.

“It's like I keep saying, Coonix, girls are no good for you. You’ll have a lot more fun being gay~” Amoren entreated with an almost doting rumble, before leisurely leaning back in his armchair in a way that further presented his spunk-lacquered cock to his apprentice’s gaze.

‘I... I can’t look away...’ Coonix screamed internally, unable to speak while his eyes were all but glued to the lurid display in front of him... The giant, studly spire he had done his best to avoid looking at while working for the fox held one of his pupils captive, while the other wandered off on its own to stare at Jezebel... or rather, Jessy’s... ass.

The dick hungry faggot of a skunk seemed to have felt the weight of his gaze upon his back end as the fawning skunk bent over further. His long, fluffy tail waved above his body like a flag of invitation, following in the wake of his ass wagging from side to side.

All the while, the twink’s glazed, empty-headed gaze looking back over his shoulder and towards his former boyfriend, staring with a look of hunger, need, and desire for him that Coonix had never seen on Jezebel’s face!

Was he being entranced...? Coonix didn’t know enough about magic to know, and certainly not enough to escape if he was. Nor could he know if this was a purposeful act by the kitsune, or just a natural consequence of the thick, nostril-clawing man-musk burning in the mustelid’s large nose or from his gaze being stuck on the fat slab of vulpine beat rocking with an almost hypnotic throbbing pulse~

“Mmm... Nothing to say~?” the vulpine teased, indulging in his apprentice’s captivated gaze by wrapping one of his strong hands around his meaty column.

The fox stroked himself off before Coonix’s very eyes... Slowly, leisurely, a pace not to chase the height of bliss that he had been racing towards with the skunk ass, but rather to show off the size, the power of his dick to the mongrel’s conflicted psyche!

The fox’s wet, meaty slaps from his hand down over the length brought a powerful twitch racing through the spire from the sheer, overflowing vigor burgeoning up from the two heavy spheres hanging just beneath. The force of each stroke made the heavy, cumbersome balls jostle up and down in tandem to his grip.

Meanwhile, his broad cum vein swelled noticeably with each rivulet of cream racing up from those virile fonts, tumbling free from the tapered head like a geyser of masculinity. A copious flow of musk-wafting fecundity tumbled down the living anaconda, trickling down the glossy red meat and over the thick knuckles of the fox’s dick-pumping hand.

“You’ll have far more fun being a fag than you’d ever have being straight, my boy~” the fox added with another snicker as his hand maintained its enticing cadence on his dick. “Certainly Jessy’s having a lot more fun than he ever used to~”

Sure enough, right next to the display of studly masculinity was the opposite enticement. A snug skunk pucker that looked far tighter than the red panda’s pussy ever had. The ring winked at Coonix, begging for his dick with not a word, yet still making the mongrel’s loins swell and his heart drum with excitement.

‘This... This isn’t right,’ the apprentice silently thought with a gulp.

This wasn’t like him...! He wasn’t a... he wasn’t gay!

Yet, no matter how he railed against his current situation, he couldn’t help but shamefully blush with desire. He was helpless to do anything but wonder why the familiar twinge of disgust he felt whenever he was exposed to his Master’s homoerotic antics wasn’t appearing!?

‘Fuck, I’m already hard...’ the mustelid’s ears and cheeks burned with shame towards the familiar twitches of excitement within his groin, and even more at how his simple apprentice robes tented with his sexuality-questioning arousal.

He wasn’t as impressive a specimen as Amoren, or even the skunk for that matter, but Coonix was still above average, creating an ample tent pole to prop up the bulge in his pants...

Much to his transformed partner’s delight, as the skunk licked his boyish lips with a hungry, demure lap that made the mongrel’s balls shiver with need.

The apprentice’s internal screaming and reflection would be interrupted by a chuckle from his powerful mentor towards the poor, conflicted apprentice huffing with need, yet still frozen upon the spot where he had discovered the red panda’s fate over a minute earlier.

“Mmm. Once again, you lack decisiveness, my apprentice... But, that’s why you have a caring mentor to help you take those first few steps to self-fulfilment~” Amoren rumbled as he lumbered onto his feet.

“I-It’s fine, Master...! N-no need to trouble yourself!” Coonix quickly found his words, verbally trying to wiggle away from what his body couldn’t bear itself to.

Not that his refusal did any good, considering the fox sauntered towards the mustelid questioning his very sexuality regardless...

The skunk quickly took up residency upon the large armrest in the fox’s place... propping his arms and chest against the musk-soaked cushions, whilst his taut, lithe ass remained raised and beckoning at just the right height for Coonix’s crotch.

The fox mage soon arrived next to his hapless apprentice. The tall, athletic, and naked vulpine looked down at the mustelid a head shorter than him, grinning as the mongrel’s amber gaze remained staring eagerly towards his skunk transformed partner’s winking entrance after the two enticements separated.

“There’s no harm in giving it a try, no~?” Amoren rumbled against the smaller man’s ear, making the mustelid shudder...

Yet he couldn’t conjure the motivation to disagree...

The kitsune snapped his fingers, and the apprentice’s novice robes disappeared in an instant—leaving his twitching, eight-inch mast of circumcised cock jutting from his bare crotch, throbbing with homoerotic need~

Coonix’s hands twitched in fleeting embarrassment at joining the other two’s nude states, but otherwise remained in place at his sides like he was in a trance.

Which made it all too easy for the vulpine to guide him~ The fox’s strong, powerful grip the mustelid had felt on the occasion against his shoulders before was now latched around the root of his masculinity, making the mongrel gasp and, to his ever worsening shame, roll his hips forward—sliding his quivering branch of arousal along the fox’s palm.

“Eager faggot, aren’t you~? Don’t worry... We have something much better than a hand to break you in~” Amoren chuckled again to the poor mustelid’s needy whimper, before leading Coonix by his cock towards the skunk twink—holding his eight-inches of twitching need like it was a leash.

All the while, his own thirteen-inches of masculinity swayed in front of them with every step they took, bowing like a tree branch in the wind out of the corner of the apprentice’s gaze.

Soon enough, they reached where Jessy was presenting himself. Then, with a firm and callous guidance from the fox’s hand, he pressed the bulbous crown of Coonix’s shaft to the pucker still slick from the fox’s seed—letting the skunk’s ring kiss and smooch over the mustelid’s start with every winking clench from the entrance.

“Go on now... Give it a good thrust forward... You know you want to~” Amoren’s snout dipped down to growl against his apprentice’s ear.

His hands, meanwhile, swapped around which one held the mustelid’s cock—allowing the fox to step behind the quad-bred man’s back while keeping his ‘guiding’ hand in place.

Coonix’s ears swiveled back against his head, while his teeth clenched so hard he felt like they were going to explode from his mouth. His face, from his cheeks all the way to his brows and ears, were flushed crimson, whimpering as he was sandwiched between his Master’s strong, rugged, handsome body, and that oh so fuckable skunk ass half squirming back to try and devour his hefty meat on the skunk twink’s needy schedule.

Especially as he felt Amoren’s giant, lumbering prick rest against his back end, so close to his own untapped ass that it made the mustelid shiver.

“I... I don’t...” Coonix tried to protest with a groan.

“Don’t worry... You’ve got this... You just have to give it a nice, firm thrust forward...” the vulpine growled as his own hips rolled forward, dragging his fat, twitching log of man-meat along the mongrel’s silky-furred back... But, more importantly, pressing his hips and heavy spheres against his apprentice’s rear, forcing his acolyte’s waist forward, and by extension, sink his sensitive, bulbous head past the skunk’s warm, wet hole~

A sharp gasp of surprised pleasure spilled from the mid-sized male’s lips. The ring wrapped around his cock’s start felt like heaven.

His hands immediately wrapped around Jessy's hips, clenching a waistline that felt made to be manhandled like this. His big, meaty tail quivered against the fox’s groin as his emotions warred against the pleasure shivering up his shaft...

Before, powerless to resist how good the skunk’s ass felt, his hips continued to roll forward all on their own.

His thrust started uncertain, still hesitant as his head ground its soft, smooth skin along the soft, pillowy walls beyond the tight, snug entrance... Before ending with a single-minded, needy slam—claiming the tight, spunk-slick ring with a low, rumbling groan.

“I... I guess it can’t hurt to try...” Coonix huffed, already past the point of surrender as his crotch tapped against the other man’s toned ass—his twitching balls resting above the skunk’s larger pair.

Right before his hips pulled back, dragging his length out just so he could piston back in with selfish desire.

He couldn’t help himself... The moment his sensitive head-glands were swallowed by that ring, he lost all control of his hips. It was as if they were slamming in all on their own—like his body was dying of thirst and was just presented with a limitless pool of clean, fresh water!

“Fuck... Jessy’s ass really does feel better than Jezebel’s pussy...” Coonix whined underneath his breath.

All the hesitation he had shown bled away almost instantly. His grip upon the skunk’s hips tightened, holding the twink like an oversized toy as he jackhammered his dick into that snug hole with a desperate need which only grew with every thrust!

Meanwhile, every backwards roll of his hips brushed his rear back against his mentor’s crotch, inadvertently rubbing himself against the paragon of masculinity guiding him down his first steps of queerdom.

Coonix felt his peak arriving quickly... His sizable balls scrunched against the root of his humanoid length, tensing in preparation to spill his gay seed all over another man’s inner walls, his amber eyes glazing with a fog of hedonistic delight.

“Oh... I should warn you...”

The vulpine mage’s voice rumbled against the mustelid’s ears, making the blushing appendage twitch in curiosity... Although it didn’t stop his hips from continuing to quench his dick into the skunk’s fag-hole.

“The spell that lets you ‘sample’ being gay like this will become permanent once you climax~ If you dump your load in another man’s ass, the process is quite irreversible, I’m afraid~”

“W-what!?” Coonix blurted out again... yet his hips still didn’t stop, slamming into his girlfriend... errr, his skunk boyfriend’s rear with neigh reckless abandon.

So he was under the vulpine’s literal, not metaphorical, spell!

That at least explained why his typical aversion to such queer shenanigans had disappeared...

But, at this point in time, the mongrel found it hard to complain.

That tight, snug skunk hole felt perfect. The tight hole clenched along his rod like a dream, whilst the soft walls beyond made his twitching cock head pulse and sputter strings of pre-seed onto the man-cream lacquered walls.

Even if he didn’t go through with the act and returned to his heterosexual life after this, Coonix knew he’d be thinking of Jessy’s back door for the rest of his life... always questioning, always wishing to repeat the experience...

B-but he had to resist, the mustelid reminded himself with a conflicted whimper, even as his hips redoubled their desperate hammering into his vapid skunk-twink’s ass.

He clenched his amber eyes shut, as if that could help him steel his will to pull out from that perfect hole—as if that could make the broad, vulpine crotch grinding against his ass with each backward swing evoke that old feeling of revulsion, rather than make his untouched hole twitch with an eager curiosity.

If it felt this good to fuck an ass, how much better must it have felt to be fucked?

Especially by that giant slab of fox-meat that Amoren so casually swung around... So many of the fox’s previous lovers had always told him in passing that it felt even better to be fucked than it did to fuck themselves, after all...

His claws dug into Jessy’s waist as his balls tensed tighter against his shaft. He was only a few pumps away from dumping his seed now, yet pulling away felt even more impossible than the first, irrevocably life-changing thrust into this cock-sleeve’s back door!

“Fuuuuck...” Coonix whined—it really did feel so much better to be gay...

Who cares if Jezebel was Jessy now... His Master was right—he was always right—he would have so much more fun with this cock hungry skunk lad than he ever would with that uppity bitch of a red panda!

Being a faggot was amazing~

“P-please!” he whined, his eyelids creeping open a crack to stare at the moaning skunk twink beneath him. “I don’t... I don’t ever want this pleasure to end, Master!”

“Oh?” Amoren laughed, before taking a step back... dragging the point of his shaft down along Coonix’s athletic frame until it rested against the mongrel’s giant, muscled tail.

But, just as Coonix was expecting the fox to hammer his hips forward and shatter the last dregs of his former heterosexuality with his knotted spire, the fox instead grasped the otter-quoll by his scruff and yanked him back!

With a yelp, the mongrel was pried from the skunk’s desperate ass, his shaft slipping free with a wet plop that made Coonix’s heart whimper with despair!

He was thrown onto his back, left staring up from the floor at the salacious sight of the vulpine’s large, beastly cock hovering high above his face, and that perfect skunk-hole above his feet—briefly bridged with a long, fecund strand of spunk between the writhing ring and the crown of his cock.

He didn’t get a chance to complain before his Master’s waist lowered, and before he knew it, his fat nose was pressed right up against the fox’s snug, perfect, powerful ring with all the same entrancing potency of his cock...

Followed shortly thereafter joined by the familiar hungry tightness of his boyfriend’s ring swallowing him down to the root all on its own—the twink bouncing on his waist to chase the fecund, sexuality-shattering delivery the quarter-quoll had been on the verge of gifting before the interruption.

“Go on then~ Make it official... Pump your fat load of faggot seed into another man’s ass, Coonix~” the kitsune chuckled, rolling his hips in a far shallower, grinding motion compared to the enthusiastic skunk’s rump-clapping jolts... coaxing the quarter-quoll’s lips to smooch against his winking tail star, before lavishing the vulpine’s back door with wet, salacious, hole-smacking slurps.

“Do it, and I’ll make sure you have a good life full of hedonistic depravity, just like Jessy~”

Those words should have been alarming, but in the moment, that promise was music to Coonix’s depravity-ruled mind. His eyes rocked into the back of his skull beneath the musky vulpine nuts tea-bagging his face with each of the man’s downward grinds.

His hands blindly grasped onto the skunk’s hips to help slam the slut down to the root of his cock... whilst his stocky feet clenched far beneath him, squirming as the taboo, life-altering arousal coiled tighter and tighter behind his balls...

Until, at last, the hybrid's spheres began to jolt against his prick and the skunk’s own, bouncing spheres~

No sooner had his climax erupted through his rod and began painting Jessy’s inner walls with a fresh layer of mongrel cream, an even more prominent explosion of magic poured through his body—arcing from the skunk twink milking his spasming rod, through his body, and into his Master’s pucker smothering his lips!

Not that Coonix minded, whimpering as his tongue wagged against the man-ring in depraved bliss. Nor would he mind it in the future, as his brown and caramel colored fur bleached black and white, and his intelligence poured out from his skull alongside that flow of magic—gladly traded away to pack on more inches into his climaxing dick!

His hips hammered upwards, mind and body swimming into the flow of magic changing him. His balls clenched, pumping thick ropes of mongrel-turned-skunk seed deeper and deeper into Jessy’s rear with every extra inch he gained. Every throb was buried deeper than the last as his shaft grew and his balls bloated heavier, the latter turning a fluffy white.

His thick, muscled tail shriveled, turning into a long, slender limb whose heft was composed almost entirely by black and white fluff rather than the muscle his inherited otter limb once had.

The rest of his muscles drained away with it, turning the somewhat athletic mage apprentice into a spindly twink—just like the skunk grinding with ever-deepening, ever-stronger whimpers of delight as the dick he rode grew inside of him.

In fact, as the mustelid’s long, long climax finished, pouring every last thought he had out of his skull—cumming away the years of studying magic into the lithe man’s ass for but a moment of pleasure—he was practically identical to the skunk on top of him!

It was as if they were hedonistic twins, a perfect mirror of each other with no trace of their former selves to be found in their appearance...

And certainly none to be found in their heads, as with an excited rumble, Amor lifted himself up from the newly minted skunk’s face, leaving the ditzy mustelid staring up at the ceiling with a dumb, satisfied grin—complete with hanging tongue, and not a single ounce of regret, or anything else for that matter, between his ears.

“Uhhhhhhh~” Coonix, or rather, what was left of him, groaned thoughtlessly on the floor.

“Duuuuuuuh~” Jessy groaned in mirror, slowly lifting his lithe rump from his twin’s crotch, joined with an mournful whimper as he pulled himself off the skunk twink’s fat cock inch by inch... until all twelve inches of belly bulging faggot-meat flopped out with a wet splurt to slap against its mindless owner’s belly.

“Aren’t you two just adorable... Things truly are better when they’re in a set~” Amoren chuckled, glancing down at what his apprentice and his partner had been turned into before sitting back upon his arm rest—leaving his fat dick twitching with desire between his spread legs even as he conjured the latest grimoire he was studying to his hands.

The identical skunks caught sight of their owner’s lumbering log of meat—surpassing even their own ruler-length shaft—at the same time.

Their sensitive nostrils twitched at the scent, before both were a blur of black and white that ended with the scrambling sluts kneeling on either side of his cock. Their faces lovingly slathered his fat, fecund nuts and spunk-glazed shaft with hungry laps and salacious slurps with hearts pulsing in their eyes~

“Mmm... I knew you two would enjoy your new lives as my toys~ But I guess now I’ll have to find a new apprentice, won’t I~?” Amoren added with a chuckle...

Who knows, perhaps the skunk twins would be getting a new brother if the fox played his cards right~