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The rabbit Lamia pulled her hand from her drawers in shock, looking down over the sturdy limb she straddled to look down on the built shaggy cow staring back up at her. Their eyes met, his a deep dull hazel slightly obscured behind the long wavy hair in his face, hers two twinkling pink orbs in the street lights. His hands were braced on his jeaned hips, a button up barely containing both the obvious bulky muscles of his and the sheer volume of curly fur, "Well? What are you doing up there? You best get down here girl, I won't stand for a keyhole Kate in my neighborhood." He started to approach the tree she was in.

She gave another glance through the window, the father and son she'd been observing having apparently absconded from the room for now for some other shenanigans elsewhere in the house. She grumbled to herself and turned back to the new problem before her. He was handsome, and the scowl she wore just for her fit his peculiarly gruff face. She beamed, "Oh thank goodness, can you help me down? I've been stuck on this hard branch for so long!" To emphasize her point she gripped the branch tightly with her thighs and leaned towards him in just such a way to push her tits out at him. It was a simple gesture, and in normal circumstances would likely have looked silly, if not for a subtle hand sign, a breathy word and a swelling of her inner power should entice him easily enough.

Lamia could sense the shift of her magic working. One moment giving off aggressive suspicion, the next and his arms crossed in front of him and his chin picked up in a cocky grin, his eyes drifting into a shade of primal red. No less aggressive, but with a hint of daring and desire, she couldn't tell if the dominant stare was commanding obedience or daring her to misbehave. An interesting development; every man reacted a little different to the effects, it brought out the shape of their truest desires. She'd seen men crumble to the spell before, losing all sense to the world to please her, desperate for her attention. Occasionally a man would lose interest in her entirely, eager to call up someone they fancy and never had the courage to ask. Earlier today, when the weave had been most powerful and a rather foul man had the audacity to slap her ass without her permission, she used her favorite charm to see his truest self, and it hadn't been very obvious when nothing seemed to change about the man at all.

Needing to know the effects of her spell, she followed him home to find the effects of his truest desire were seemingly physical. It wasn't her direct intent for him to suddenly have a vagina, nor apparently for the sudden heat to spur this... interesting union between father and son, but regardless she felt she needed to reverse this vulgar display of her power, before paradox bit her in the ass. Meanwhile, this beefy man just stared up at her, one eyebrow arching as a firm bulge clubbed down his left pant leg. "You get stuck on stranger's tree limbs often?"

She feigned suppression of a giggle, covering her mouth with a paw. He seemed charming, despite a level of mistrust in his voice, the phrasing suggested play and perhaps ulterior desires. It was a challenge as much as an innuendo. "Not every day, but I just can't resist a thick trunk that can support me." She scooched back into the tree so her skirt lifted alluringly, yet the beefy man trained his eyes on hers, the only recognition given being the upturned corner of his mouth. Handsome lips above a shaggy beard creasing in familiar smile lines. He knew she was offering a peak, and yet was confident enough to know he could have more if he played his cards right, no furtive glances needed. The bunny was impressed with his control, no wavering temptation here. This man was curious and she decided then she would happily bed him. a sly and wicked part of her mind wondered if maybe he could be the ticket to teaching his neighbor a lesson, and undoing her hex as well with any luck. She needed an in with the wolf anyway, they must have some familiarity with each other. The wolf could wait. If he hadn't caused paradox yet he must not be in any hurry to restore his body either.

The burly bovine stepped in underneath the tree limb she was poised on and was kind enough to offer his shoulders for her to climb down on. She gingerly swung down, lewdly dangling herself over him until she found purchase on his shoulders with her legs. It wasn't until she was firmly seated with her bare chunky thighs on either side of his head she realized something was off about the man. His giant mitts started feeling up her back to offer support and when his fingertips brushed against bare skin, he was cold. Inhumanly cold and solid. Her pulse quickened and she opened her vision to the senses of her Arcanum: Life. She clung to the tree behind her, hoping to pull herself back up and away from the man, her gasp as she looked down at his face made his eyes shine hungrily at her. "You're a Vamp-ahhh... " her voice trailed as the beast lunged forward, her body pinned against the tree as his fanged maw engulfed her.

Her body tensed quickly before suddenly melting into his icy grip, bark digging into her skin as waves of euphoria rolled up her body. It felt like fire consuming her and she was aware of him only as a great reservoir into which she flowed like light. She could feel his intent through his teeth, his need for her, his blood lust and desire, that insatiable appetite. Her mind's eye danced against the beat of his pleasure, every heartbeat connecting back a century. Even as she felt her life trickle into him, she'd never felt so full of life. Here he concentrated all that she was, her ancestry, her memories, her dreams and desires, her magic into droplets of pure essence. All to suddenly be brought fully to form just to sustain him. He drank of her right there against the tree, and she came for him, fluids mixing in cloth saturated bliss. How much did he mean to take she wondered, fingers tingling both absence and sudden instinct. Her most reliable Rote groaned out with each pump of her heart as the magic willed fresh blood back into her veins to protect her from the growing loss. The danger abated, she moaned for him, free to indulge in this sinful taboo against her Order. She untangled a paw from the branches and laced her fingers through the shag of his main, pulling him closer in. Feeling her submission, he hooked a finger around the fabric of her undies and tore them free of her as if they were nothing, and planted his broad tongue in her like a tree sapling, destined to grow strong in her depths.

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Warm gentle morning light filtered in on your face as you awoke. You took a deep breath as you stirred, starting to stretch as a few things came into clearer focus. First, you weren't in your room; dingy cream sheets and beige walls identified this as your father's bedroom. Second, your body was sticky with unwashed fluids and sex clung to your muscles in that familiar balance of euphoric soreness. Third, there was a warm body pressed up against your back, an arm tucked beneath your head, the attached hand pressed against your right pec as the thumb absentmindedly stroked your chest fur. Fourth, the bed was jostling lightly beneath you, small vocal gasps punctuating the still air in tempo with a very quiet, wet noise.

You raised your head drearily and rolled precariously across the arm and repositioned yourself against your father. He didn't stop fingering his new found anatomy, but planted a smooch on your snoot. "Bout time you're up, son. Wanna fuck?" You snorted at the abrupt greeting and couldn't help but laugh. Straight to the point was the man, even in bed. Who needs foreplay anyway, just stick it in until you get the orgasm; that seemed to be his approach. In a way you appreciate his direct no nonsense attitude most of the time, as the casual way he handled sex and intimacy left no room for awkwardness or confusion, but it also left him seeming careless and overly crass oftentimes. Still, that's your Dad.

"Morning to you too hornball." You laid your head on his torso, admiring his ample fuzzy gray stomach while two sticky fingers disappeared back in his slit. It was a sight to behold, thinking back on all the times you'd seen his prick disappearing in his latest lay, and here he was on the receiving end of his bad fingering skills. At least this time he seemed to be taking his time with it and actually finding things that seemed to feel good for him. "Wasting no time I see." You reach down and roll the pad of your index finger over the nub of his clit. His gasp for air and lifted hips reveal it is every bit as sensitive as it was yesterday. You press into snuggly into him beside his own fingers and retract a long strand of pre stretching 4 inches long before the weight of it breaks from your finger.

"Can't help it. All I could think about since I woke up is getting your morning wood back inside me. Would have woken you up for it, but you weren't hard. Guess your old man has more stamina than you." He chuckled at his own bravado flexing the arm behind your head, making your head rise an inch.

"Don't kid yourself. You're just in heat, slut." You chomp at his nipple playfully, swat his twat, and roll away expecting him to swing at you, but when you look back he has a bashful look on his face almost like he's embarrassed. You think the look is surprisingly cute like that, but still you have to admit you're just not very hard this morning. Probably on account of the sticky sheen matting your fur and providing a sensory nightmare to you. "What time is it even?" You glance around, but he doesn't seem to have a wall clock anywhere, and your phone was left unceremoniously downstairs on the couch where you were somehow coaxed into eating him out last night. Reason balks at the circumstance you find yourself in with your own dad, but honestly, your sexual relationship with your father has always been far from normal, and you're both consenting adults at this point.

"Hell if I know. Why worry about it when you could be stuffing my cunt. Please fuck me? Its like it itches when its not full of something..." He clumsily rolls over sticking his ass in the air, his tail lolling one way over the other, puffed out pussy barely visible with his fingers still plunged inside. You mentally note that you need to teach him how to arch his back, but concede his chunky ass sticking out is sexy regardless. His cheeks demand attention and the lazy wave of his tail is just enough to waft his scent at you. Your cock twitches its interest, but you need to find a clock. You flick his asshole and exit as he yips in surprise. "-the hell!"

It only takes a moment for you to make it to the hall bathroom, where the analog clock on the counter displays the depressing news. You are likely going to be late to your morning shift today, and if he doesn't get his ass in gear, your father will likely be late to his shift at the construction yard as well. "Fuuuuuuuck. No time Dad, I'm going to be late to work..." you peek your head into the room to find him pouting, his head pressed chin down to the mattress, ass still in the air while he covers his hole with a hand. Another twitch of your cock just from the wall of pheromones at the door's threshold. "You... honestly should probably call out. Pretty sure your job has Heat and Rut Leave available, if I recall your complaining about it correctly..."

He rolls over abruptly, "Fuck that shit! I'm not a pussy! I don't need to take off just cuz I'm horny!" He snatches up the abandoned dildo, still sticky from last night, and flings it at you abruptly. Its a wild shot, missing you in its wobbly arch and flops harmlessly against the far wall, leaving a noticeable mushroom smear of lube before falling to the hallway floor.

The irony of the comment clearly escaping the man, you mumble out "I don't think they offer it just for your benefit..."

"Fuck off. I'm getting ready!" He's irritated, but he's out of bed at least, and you watch as he grabs a pair of undies from a drawer and puts them on. He sees you watching, "If we're not fuckin; get out." You note the odd look on his face though when he notices there's nothing to fill out the bulge pouch on his selection. The undies hang with a wrinkly emptiness. He yanks them down and fishes through his drawer for a simpler pair of briefs instead. Rather than pick apart whatever his potential mental status is, you scurry about gathering your own apparel and hop into the shower to wash the reek of sex off you. It won't due having the stink of heat following you to work either, you don't need your boss riding your ass any harder than they have been.

By the time you are heading out the door, he has donned his work uniform, and at least combed his hair back into his typical tail. Blue jeans, steel toe boots, a well worn belt, button up shirt, hi-vis vest and a hard hat tucked beneath his arm, munching on a granola bar. "See you Dad, have a good day."

"Sure you don't want a quickie?" He leans back against the counter, waggling his hips like he would if he were flopping his cock at you, only to stop and groan. He curses quietly, lightly covering his groin with a paw. You pause briefly, sympathy welling for him. It must be overwhelming dealing with all the new sensations basic movements can bring... but you are going to be late if you don't book it, and you don't have the time to offer any advice. You just leave and hop in your car, off to another gut wrenching day of customer service. You hope his day goes uneventfully, if there is any hope for that to begin with.

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Victor sighed as his son left the house. The heat was getting to him as he could currently feel his heartbeat in his groin, and he really wished to have gotten stuffed before work, but he guessed some things just weren't to be. It was like having a painfully hard cock, except there was nothing tenting his pants out, and he cupped the front of his trousers feeling a sense of loss for a moment at his missing pecker. Briefly, he considered taking off anyway, it could be nice to bugger off to the bar and maybe... he cut off the train of thought, suddenly overwhelmed by the daunting task of trying to figure out how to hook up in his current situation. He had no idea how to function outside his hetero-normative perspective, and for the first time he thought he should probably talk to his son about this more in depth.

His mind started to wander through different levels of introspection as he made his way down various roads until he finally pulled into the construction yard designated parking area. He turned the key, cutting the engine and just sat there a moment longer, having come up with more questions than possible answers and he was feeling suddenly a bit defeated about the whole situation. He'd just decided to get on with his day when there was a knock on his window. Standing just outside the care was his supervisor, a stern looking heavy set zebra wearing a dour face, carrying a pencil and an all too familiar clipboard in hand. Victor had seen this clipboard far too often, as it was used to track attendance and other "behavioral" issues. He begrudgingly clicked the button on the door, the inner workings of the door whirring to brief life as the window slowly slid down out of the way between them.

The foreman scribbled at the sheet of paper, "You plan on actually working today Triddle? Or were you just gonna fuck around in your truck all day."

"If you're offering..." Victor mumbles beneath his breath, absentmindedly running a finger across the crease in the crotch of his jeans.

"What was that?" The zebra raises a confused eyebrow, and tucked the clipboard under his arm, hands taking authoritative grips on his respective hips. A bold stance, but surprisingly effective at pulling the eye directly to his bulge. Was he actually oblivious to this fact, or was he....

Victor winced, hoping his boss didn't actually catch his stupid slip up. "Nothing sir, I was just gathering myself to come in." He swallowed hard, suppressing the images formulating in his head. He'd never have given his boss a second glance, but suddenly he couldn't help but be curious about what the buff man was packing; particularly as a zebra. He cursed the thought and shook his head.

"Uh-huh... Well good." He glances at his wrist watch and back through the window, "Already late though, so that's another point Victor. Best watch that, you're on thin ice." He taps the pencil edge against the door window and tucks it behind his ear and walks off. Victor slumps forward and smacks his forehead against the wheel letting out a low exasperated growl. Already deciding there's no way he'd be telling you about this encounter, as he knows you'd just berate him for getting in trouble again. He thumps the side of the wheel a couple of times, voiding out the horny thoughts before unbuckling and swinging out the door and slamming it behind himself in a fluid habitual motion.

The frustrated wolf made his way across the dirt lot towards the rest of his coworkers to get to work. Trotting out of the yard to greet him was a tall Doberman who stopped just on the other side of the wire fence gateway, holding it open for the older man with a concerned look on his face. "Trouble in your future again, man? Foreman didn't look too happy with you when he headed over."

"Late again... Just having a hard morning, Raul. Felt like he could tan my hide with that glare of his." A mental image of the equine standing behind him, spanking his ass while medial flare deep in his hot slot flashed before him and he had to stifle a lustful growl as a blush colored his cheeks. His friend seemed to pick up on it too.

"Hard morning eh? You get with that bunny chick? Thought you whiffed on that one, but then you up and ghosted us... she more into it than she let on?" He grins lasciviously and gives some suggestive pelvic thrusts into the air and laughs. Victor stared dumbly at his friend's imagined affair, once again mentally putting himself on the receiving end of them, trying to swallow back the wanton moan that almost escaped him. He could already feel that familiar moist tingle starting. Instead he jarred himself out of it by winding up and smacking the dog on the ass loudly, receiving several snickers from some of the other crewmen nearby. "Don't sweat the bossman. He's probably just not getting as much as you."

"What" he deadpanned. "I'm sure his sex life is fine, and definitely not any of our business..." The dobie gave him a bizarre look as he joined him in the service lift up to their area for the day. "And no, no bunny. She gave me the evil eye. ..." the series of events from the night before suddenly lines up for him and he falls silent. She had cursed him out for grabbing her ass, and then just after he felt strange and left the bar. He remembered feeling a bit deflated and dizzy, and went home. That's when he got all hot and bothered, and suddenly found his pecker missing. Couldn't help himself but to start playing with himself until you had walked in on him and... well. His cheeks warmed and he couldn't help but grin a bit even as his ears burned. Definitely not telling his friend about that.

The Doberman beamed at him and swatted his arm. "Don't hold out on me, you totally got some tail last night. I know you, I know that look. Come on, gimme the deets old man. Was she hot? Think you could introduce me, you know I haven't scored in a minute."

"Your weak game is not my problem." he took a deep breath, this convo was not helping. "You just need to be more assertive, Raul. You're so timid, shoot your shot until they shoot you down. Plenty of bitches want it, you just lack the skill to take it." A cocky swagger fills his step again, thinking back over the numerous times he'd wooed a one night stand into bed with him through familiar lines. He'd been turned down plenty, but if they are looking, it's not hard to talk them out of their clothes. It wasn't anything personal, just two adults finding some fun. He'd seen Raul try to imitate him before, he didn't have the confident attitude to land the lay though. At the end of the day, the excitable young man was too endearing. Raul had the unfortunate issue of being so obviously covered in strings, he was playful, but too sweet. The kind of guy you'd bring home to parents, and a tussle in bed meant more than just fun to him.

"Cruel, man. I can shoot. I shoot all the time... just... not a lot of taking..." Raul set a determined if downcast expression.

"Sure kid. I'm sure you've got some real game. Lots of girls love parcheesi." Victor's loins were starting to moisten the more the conversation lingered and he hoped demoralizing him would put him into one of his more contemplative -and quiet- moods.

"Damn Vic, that's cold..." he held a step behind before marching in pace behind the wolf he looked up to. There was about an 8 year's difference in age between them and he was feeling every second between their experience. He tugged nervously at the collar of his red shirt. "I've got game, I'll show you..." he mumbled.

The duo tore into their work day with a distracted vigor. The manual labor barely kept Victor's mind off the fluttering desire in his pants. For brief moments, he was able to ignore the heat but... by mid day, it wasn't without consequences. Especially around his coworkers, various moments kept awakening something inside him. Sexual thoughts filtered everything in his view, and simple acts suddenly dripped with sexual testosterone. Strange moments he'd never have given a second thought to previously: two of the men lifted up heavy beams with strong arms and all he could think of was being on his back, speared between them. A bear bent over the draft table, thick ass pushing out the back of his coveralls and he imagined himself similarly bent over, sharing a tandem top with him. A crewman swinging a heavy sledgehammer in a steady rhythm, bizarre daydreams of him smacking a giant dick down on him fired deep in his synapses, teh fantasies making less and less sense in his horny haze. Measuring with a tape at waist level extended out mouthwatering cocks of absolutely ridiculous proportions. Victor saw all of these things and just couldn't help but ascribe sexual innuendo to everything around him. The more it happened, the more he found himself affected, and by midday he could tell the slickness clinging to his underwear uncomfortably was obscene.

Worse, his coworkers as well were seemingly also affected by prolonged proximity to him. No one was directly acknowledging it, or perhaps weren't even aware at a surface level. But they were far dirtier than normal and sexual jokes filled the yard. Every man found them self a bit randy and it casually slipped out in their behavior. Victor felt like he was in his own personal hell, as the subjects of his sudden attraction kept making lewd comments about after work desires around him. On more than one occasion he saw a crewmate grinding their crotch against things frustratingly or even caught in a fit of air humping. Everyone was pent up, and it was dawning on him exactly why they encouraged taking Heat Leave. No one had seemed to pick out him as the source, and a few folk mentioned just assuming it must have clung to someone's clothes and laughed it off, they'd just have to work through it, but internally he was starting to panic.

He started counting down to his lunch break, eager to step away from all the sweaty flustered men around him. His nose was burning with the scents around him and he could feel his will to resist breaking down with all the gathering musky pheromones around him. He would have taken all of them right there in the middle of the construction yard, if one of them so much as whipped their dick out, and he was hoping more and more one might. The last couple of minutes before his break and he could barely stand, his knees felt weak and his head swam with desire. He would have sworn his pants had to have been drooling with his scent now, how wet he felt.

He didn't even wait, as soon as the yard clock struck, he scurried off to the far lot. There was a public facility nearby with nicer toilets that he preferred over the outhouses provided by the construction company. He took a moment to look around, and seeing no one, ducked into the men's side, taking up in the far stall and closing the door solidly behind him. The quiet of the room set in, and he unbuttoned and zipped his pants open and yanked them down around his thighs. Victor sighed as the smattering of glistening pre fell away with the cloth, the slight breeze from the overhead fans tickling his bits as the pungent fragrance filled the space and hit his nose, giving him a head buzz like he had just taken a hit of something.

"Woah. That's so strong" he murmured to himself. The giddy light headed wave passed down the back of his neck, and a bead of liquid dripped slowly from his pussy down into the soaked crotch of his undies. He leaned back against the wall sliding his paw across his thick belly and down into his loins, collecting the sap onto the tip of his finger and bringing it up to his maw. He shook with perverse glee at the taste of his own heat. He moaned around his finger, he was so horny he couldn't bear to hold himself back any longer.

He tossed his shirt and hi-vis, kicked off his boots to the corner of the stall, and shimmied out of his pants, taking his drawers and immediately shoving the sopping wet material into his muzzle and suckling at his juices. He covered his eyes with one paw, overwhelmed with the endorphins rushing through his head, as his engorged mound pulsed and he brought his other paw down to touch himself. The bathroom quickly began to stink of him as he circled his fingers up into his slit and he moaned gently as the feeling lit up his synapses. Even as new as this sex was to his personal experience, there is only so many times one can fumble around their own hole before they start wearing familiar grooves for pleasure.

He sank himself into the blissful oblivion of fingering himself while breathing in the heavy musk from his briefs across his muzzle. His nose went into overtime, huffing at his aroma for several mindless minutes. So lost to his own devices, he didn't even notice the sound of footsteps entering the room. As they made their way further in, his revelry wasn't lost until the wolf whistle that breached the room, as the stall door beside him was closed with a screech of metal, and locked. His eyes shot open, and a heatwave of panic that only the self awareness of someone about to be caught in a compromised position can feel, and he winced as he removed his fingers to a sudden gush of nervous cum splattering across the floor tiles.

Intense fear and embarrassment gripped him as he lowered the cloth from his nose, his heart suddenly hammering in his chest. He dared not move an inch further. He listened to the shuffle of a belt and jeans rustling. He looked down and saw work boots facing the toilet, and then the stream of piss hitting water. Victor's breath caught in his throat as a voice broke the awkward tension. "So. You're the one stomping around the yard getting everyone worked up today." The voice was incredibly familiar. "You must really have a thing for HARD working men, huh?" The stream of piss ended, but there was no accompanying rustle of pants being pulled up, and the boots stepped to the side turning towards his stall. The lights from above cast down over the body in the adjacent stall, and Victor's eyes bulged as he could see the shadow of a hard pointed dog cock aimed directly at him.

The familiar man waggled his dong, the shadow relaying his desire beneath the stall. "I think I got what you want right here. You've got us all worked up today. If you want it, all you gotta do is take it hun." Victor swallowed hard, as his friend Raul parroted his words back at him from earlier. The bravado from the man shocked him a bit, and the tiniest sense of pride grew in him much like his sweltering need.

The tiniest sensible part of his brain told him he should leave now. Should never cross this boundary... But sensible Victor was a pitifully weak presence most of the time, and the salacious perverted manslut was being offered a solution to his desire. A horny beast, ready and willing to be taken by his daring and bold friend. He stumbled over to the adjoining stall wall and tapped twice, in what he assumed was confirmation of his interest. He didn't even wait for a response and just sank down to the ground, kneeling on the ground, hips thrust forward against the wall. His tail brushed over his heels as he waited for any sort of reaction, his excited quim split and dripping for his friend to violate.

His wait was brief, as he heard the belt hit the ground and scrape against the floor, as his would-be partner kneeled on the other side of the wall, and a questing paw found his inner thigh immediately. "Hell yeah. You smell so good right now." The paw slid up his thigh until he found the source of the pheromones and palmed against the engorged lips. They pulled back a bit and Victor had to suppress a moan as the dog wiggled entry into his tunnel. The angle of approach seemed awkward, but Raul was tender. His slicked entrance was easily breached, gaping as it was to be filled already, and it wasn't long before the canine had a second finger up him while he gently nudged across his clit.

Victor bit against a knuckle to keep his whining down, his ears splayed backwards as he sank down further on those digits, willing them to be more aggressive with their explorations. The position wasn't the most comfortable, but it felt so good to be touched by another. "Like that sexy?" Unable to keep himself, he let out the barest whimper and humped his hips forward, pressing his face against the chill metal wall. "Nice. Don't forget about me over here too though." Victor wasn't sure what he really expected for a moment until he looked down and noticed the red boner sticking out from beneath the wall, tensing upwards and smacking the underside of the wall.

He took a moment before gingerly taking hold of the hard length. A willing moan and an eager flick of the bean rewarded his warm hold, "Yeah man. Be good and stroke me off and we'll have a real good time." His fingers splayed lightly inside his hole, and Victor bulked backward, tensing his hole around those fingers, smacking his thick belly against the wall. It took all his will to bite back a curse he was sure would ruin the moment and just let out a tiny whine, which Raul apparently took as encouragement and started to finger fuck him with full vigor. To keep him encouraged, the wolf stroked over the solid rod in his grip, exploring the shape of his friend's endowment.

They carried this dance together, each exploring and playing with each other's groins and pleasuring each other until Victor started to buck. He felt so naughty and though he wished to get a more fulfilling encounter, he could feel his climax growing as a third finger really gaped his cunt and he involuntarily groaned breathily. Raul chuckled lightly as the spasming lips gripped around his fingers. He knew what was coming. "That's it honey, show me how bad you want it." His friend pulled his hips back and leaned over, getting better leverage to savagely thrust his fingers in and out. It was aggressive and fast, and his thumb jabbed against his button uncomfortably. Taking his now free paw to his friend's, he moved their thumb out of the way and rapidly titillated his own clit and leaned back to let the brutal fingers enter him until he gasped as he came with force around the penetrating fingers. His orgasm squirted out all over the wall between them, and across the paw banging him, drenching everything. Raul didn't stop though and with the overwhelming intensity, Victor finally had to grip his wrist and pin it against him as he heaved, long drawn out orgasms shaking his body. Never relenting in providing some kind of stimulation, the canine palmed his finished tart and just barely rubbed his love nub. "Aw man, it's cute watching you tremble down there love."

Victor leaned against the divider between them, huffing through the fugue state he was in, until Raul removed his painted paw. He could hear the canine lapping at his hand, and the secret thrill crawled across his entire body, cum gushing down across the floor with an audible splat. He braced himself against the wall, nails having dug ravines into the divider, eyes closed to calm himself from the overwhelming sensations. It was a minute or two later that he heard the small cough from the other stall, and he looked down to see the throbbing red rocket protruding from under the wall again. It pulsed with want, and Victor's dry mouth swam with drool at the sight of it.

"You don't have to, but I hope you won't leave me hanging now. Your scent's got me so hot right now." Victor stared at the cock, its tip dribbled with sweet clear liquid, like a busted water fountain it rolled down his shaft and collected in the fur of his heavy coin purse. The heat thrummed inside his skull as he stared down at it, his mind devoured by his urge and he sank down on all fours there in the middle of the bathroom floor to suck at his friend's meat like the god's had commanded it. He licked the drooling mess up all the way to the tip and breathed pure bliss over the focus of his worship. His friend, clueless on the other side as he was, was all Victor could think of. The intense connection he felt, the intimacy of pleasuring him; drooling over the young man's length as he took him to the base, gulping down his passion, he was lost to the desire. Last vestiges of his climax dripped from his spread and puffy muff down onto the tile floor, and he reached back to just spread his buzzing red lips and play with the hole, still winking with need as his tail wagged in ecstasy. He bobbed over the pole in his maw and ran his tongue down the underside while his pal groaned with pleasure on the other side.

He was really getting into it when his furnace began to throb with desire again and in his excitement he hilted the cock in his muzzle, resting his forehead against the wall as his nose flared at Raul's dark black pubes. The musk was heady and just as intoxicating as his own, the purest essence of his partner, and he knew he had to get this cock inside himself. He wouldn't be satisfied until he had his friend fuck him. Need overthrew caution, and he grabbed at the young man's thighs and pulled him forward beneath the wall. "Woah! Strong one aren't you?" the dobie exclaimed as the presence of the wall forced him to lean backwards to fit beneath it. Victor didn't respond though, entranced as the new angle jutted the large cock upwards into the air. He held himself back from jumping on it just long enough to drag his tongue over every inch, coating it in saliva and finding he quite enjoyed the feel and taste, licking down over the fuzzy scrotum housing two large virile testis. They were bigger than Victor ever expected his friend to have, and he had to marvel at his friend's physique. It was mind blowing that they'd been friends for so long and despite talking about sex all the time, he'd never been curious about Raul's body before. It was an impressive manhood, standing out from a trim waist and a shiny coat of black fur. Average length at around maybe 6 or so inches, but thick with a bulbous knot forming at the base.

"You've got a great mouth love. I really hope I can grab your number after this. Would be great to meet again maybe." Victor smiled at having pleased him but also shook his head at the man. This was what he always meant with his friend. Too sentimental, trying to get more out of what easily should be an anonymous encounter. Regardless, he stood up and straddled the impressive cock and lined the tip up with his messy hole, kissing the head. "oooh fuck hun. You must really be deep in your heat." Victor just slipped down, pushing his nether lips down over the invading dick as Raul heaved upwards. Pressure speared him all the way down to the bulbous base, its wide red girth standing out against the soft white fur of his bushy pussy. One hand on the wall to support himself, he started to grind down on the man, nudging the intrusion against every aching angle repeatedly as his heat spurred him on.

"It's so warm inside you man, but... my leg is starting to cramp here. Can I join you on that side? I'd love to watch you ride me." The canine's leg was spasming, the wolf noticed, and he placed a paw down on the black furred tummy of the man below him. It was soft, and he enjoyed the feel of it as he stretched his vagina across the bulging pole inside him. He had to squeeze his belly in to see the knot nestled against the sheath pushed up into him. He loved the look of the cock inside him, it felt right and it clicked in his head how much deeper the connection would feel with the dog also watching their joining. The torso that disappeared at the belly button beneath the impersonal wall before him left... something to be desired. The physical feeling was great, but he really wasn't getting the full experience he realized he really wanted.

It wasn't enough to just have a hot cock inside him. He didn't just want to be full. He wanted to be buggered - hard, while a guy stared him down and really claimed him. He wanted his pussy to be owned by more than a headless groin, even if he knew who it belonged to. It occurred to him - he wanted his friend there with him. To experience this fully with him. To know it was him and to cum deep inside him anyway. He wanted to be his friend's bitch, and have him claim him fully.

Victor gripped the handrail and pulled himself off the throbber still sticking up into the air. He whined to be filled again but resisted the urge to sink back on that blissful boner. He patted Raul's side twice and felt down the soft pelt, letting his paw slide across the slick length. He watched as the man shimmied awkwardly back under the wall. His heart beat faster at the foolhardy plan of his. But he wanted it badly, and was willing to throw caution to the wind to get that cock back in him the way he wanted. He leaned back against the wall and unlocked the door, opening it towards himself, hidden behind the dark metal barrier.

Raul shimmied back under the wall, stood up on the other side and held his pants around his thighs as he quickly darted out of his stall and into the end stall. "Alright, get ready for the time of your-" he turned around and dropped his pants as Victor closed the door behind him. He stood there unashamed, gray white fur standing out against the dark green wall, thick round belly resting over the glistening fortune of his pussy, still releasing the heady scent of his desperate need into the air. Raul's mouth hung open as he stared into the pleading eyes of his mentor and friend. He froze, unsure how to proceed, cock bouncing tensely in the space between them despite the revelation - possibly because of it? "Victor?..."

Victor nodded and stepped forward. Raul stepped back, pressing his back against the far wall. Victor stopped. Their eyes held each other, desire matching with curiosity, daring to dream. Raul dared not move, want warred against the fear of their rapidly changing dynamic. Victor dared not move, fear warred against the want to close the distance between them. Rationality briefly settled in the hot air of the musky room, desperately wishing to push the lustful tryst to its conclusion but delayed by questions that couldn't hold to be answered.

"How? I don't understand. I know you, I've pissed beside you before. I was always jealous of how hung you were. Where'd it go?" Raul dared a step forward. Despite having just jimmied the screws loose from that pocket not a moment ago, he hesitated to touch his friend despite his curiosity. Victor just let out a hearty laugh that jiggled his belly. The tension died instantly as the two shared a rueful smile over the situation, and the dog laughed back with his friend.

Victor just shrugged haphazardly. "Disappeared yesterday. I've been horny as all get out since then too. Haven't really gotten time to question it." He stepped towards the dobie, tail wagging faster with excitement. He pressed a finger against the skeptical dog's lips and shushed him. His other paw gripped the knot between them with two fingers, and shifted his hips to align them together, mushing the tip between his buttery thick folds. "Don't miss your shot, Suarez. I really want this." He leaned in against him, wrapping an arm around the still shocked man, his breath tickling across the pert ears of the Doberman. "Take me." The younger man's eyes went wide as his smile and without another thought, thrust firmly into the older man's cum covered hole. His arms instinctively wrapped around the man's waist and gripped him close in a hug as he humped lightly into his friend.

Their breath shuddered together at the sensations melding with the mental intimacy taking hold of them. "Oh mercy," Raul gasped. He gently leaned away from the older man with marvel in his eyes, looking down to try and see their joining but finding the view obstructed by the larger man's belly. He couldn't help himself and he reached down to touch their groins just to confirm what was happening, and he couldn't help but smile incredulously. "I'm really inside you Vic!" He looked into his buddy's eyes and his determination fired up.

Raul parted their hips and firmly pushed Victor back and down, until he had brought them down to the floor with the wolf on his back. He took hold of the thick legs of the man and bent them back, eyes devouring the sight before him like he was eyeing a chest full of gold. He leaned in and inhaled Victor's aroma like he was hitting poppers and his dick swelled in response before he lined himself up to his mate, rolling his shaft across the bridge of folds. "I'm going to enjoy showing just what kind of game I have." Releasing hold of his ankles, Raul sank himself deep into Victor's wet canal. He moaned with his friend in unison, no longer worried about vocalizing his pleasure. When they were fully joined again, Raul leaned back and just admired their pairing, slowly gyrating inside him. It was thrilling and he touched the man all over, running fingers across his inner thighs, his hood, up across his pubes and belly. Victor's legs slid down on either side of the dog's taught body before encircling him.

"You know Vic, I always kind of fantasized about you. Thought maybe we could tag team together or something." He blushed at the confession, gingerly thumbing the lips swollen around his shaft. "Never dreamed it'd happen like this."

Victor quirked an eyebrow in response. "Never pegged you for a tail raiser Raul."

"Bi... actually. More on the straight side, but... you've just always had such bravado. Plus, you're such a horny bastard even on a normal day..." He pulled his shaft back, watching it drag across the skin before slowly sinking back in. The genuine smile on the younger dobie's face hit the wolf right in the heart, and his desire in the moment sweltered.

He lifted a paw and curled it around the dog's short furred neck, holding him close. He smiled ruefully, "You could have asked any time, you know I ain't shy. But..." and the old wolf averted his gaze in a way he'd seen many of his lays do when trying to be cute, wondering if it translated, "I'm glad the first cunt we share is mine." The dog burst into a small chuckle and nodded, pressing on.

Their fucking was tender, with deep focused thrusts, and much light petting. Raul's arms landed on either side of Victor's head and he leaned down over the impaled man, rolling his hips high back and low forward as the wolf gasped. Their eyes locked and his heart leapt giddily. It was nothing like the pounding he'd gotten from his son the day before, which was just quick horny fun. Here, it felt like more than just his pussy was getting pleasured. His whole body was invigorated and the mewling itch that was the center of his heat felt almost satisfied here. He felt warm, and his skin tingled. He swore it was like he'd never fucked a day in his life before today, it felt so different, and Raul smiled warmly down at him the entire time. His eyes were bright and endearing, and he looked damn sexy thrusting into him like that.

Still, he wanted more. He could feel it growing, agonizingly slowly, a hunger in his belly. That desire from earlier to be fully claimed was rearing its head. He rolled his head back, breaking that sweet held gaze and whimpered. "I need it. Raul, I need you to fill me. You have no idea how agonizing this heat is." Raul chuckled and pushed forward, their hips meeting deeply and he stayed.

"I was just getting started, old man. I'll take care of you mate." Despite that, he held firmly inside until Victor couldn't take it anymore. He whipped his head back up to look down at him, only to be caught off guard as this seemed to be Raul's plan from the beginning. The dobie caught his muzzle up in a kiss, and Victor's eyes shot wide as he was introduced to a venturing tongue questing entry to his mouth. It distracted him and he inhaled sharply, breathing in their combined musk. How divine they smelled crashing over each other, and he leaned into the kiss. It was deep and their tongues danced together; hips left clefts empty and devoid, only to forcefully smack into each other again and Victor moaned his melting approval.

The Doberman used every inch of his advantage and pummeled his mentor in charged strokes of electric fire. Every purposeful movement bore into Victor's tunnel with unequaled pleasure, opening senses he didn't know he had. Love on the floor of a bathroom, he felt fulfilled and happy. His heat begged for more, and plap by plap he got it. The young stud carried forward, growing less sweet and more desperate, bulging knot kissing entry to Victor's tight passage. Long full pounding strokes with every thrust, breathing picking up intoxicating speed. The wolf couldn't contain himself, even before he reached his climax, he yipped his pleasure out unceremoniously, and the doberman nestled atop him buried his nose in the old wolf's neck. He started grinding, the knot pecking sticky requests at that stretched wide hole. It was persistent and would not be denied this pleasure.

Raul lifted himself, flexing every muscle in his back above the fluffy wolf mound. He hovered there looking down at his shaft half buried in his friend. "Fuck Vic. I'm getting close."

"I want you. I need it. Breed me Raul, make me yours?" It was a pleading question, the wolf was right on the edge of cumming any second himself, and he wanted the dog to fill him with his seed. It was beyond rationality, he felt it as a desperate need, like the air he breathed. The walls of the bathroom heaved around him disproportionately, straining to contain the moment. He could feel everything around him, like the cock inside him was the only tether keeping him from falling into the abyss. His arms had tucked in beside him and Raul grabbed for his hands and pinned them over Victor's head. He felt so small in that moment, and knew this was it. This was that feeling he'd been so desperately wanting. To be held there and used by his friend for his pleasure. The climax tickling across his lips was ticking its last seconds of resistance, and Raul shattered them with the intensity of his next three thrusts.

So heavy did he lay into Victor, with such quick succession, his knot popped past the outer ring of Victor's hole and he groaned with his whole gut as the most intense shared orgasm tied them together. "You're mine Vic." Raul stared down through barely open eyelids, their gaze making out across the void around them. Synapses lit up as the younger dog ground his nut into the belly of his bitch, gushing forth with every thrust. Minute after minute passed as they rode each other's high, and Victor's toes curled as his belly swelled from the volume of his top's seed filling him. Colors danced at the corners of their vision, as if magic itself was blessing their union.

When the Doberman was finally finished unloading in the man's rotund belly, he collapsed forward, burying his swimming head into the wolf's soft chest pelt. He sighed deeply, releasing Victor's wrists and tucking his arms up under his arms in a cuddling hug. Victor rested his arms atop his mate's back, stroking down his spine in satisfaction. The dog was spent, but his own orgasms were still rolling through him and kneading around the dog's knot for every ounce of fluid it had. He felt full and fat with cum, and the wet drippings he felt across his taint pleased him deeply. The itch seemed finally content and abated and he sighed satisfied. He thought he'd never be free of that desperate clawing hunger in his loins.

Minutes passed like this, enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies, sexual fluids slowly leaking past the dog's deflating knot until he finally slipped free of the inviting snatch. The quiet between them was comfortable for a time, but as Raul went to sit up and roll to the side, a mild uncertainty began to grow again. Now that the deed was done... Where did that leave them? The young man felt a great deal of compassion towards the mentor he had just set out to sexually best, and he enjoyed their time together. But he considered that his friend was normally straight and as the haze of the man's heat slowly fluttered away, he wondered if Victor would still consider what they'd done just fun between friends, or heat induced regret. He sat still, looking at the wall of the bathroom they'd just fucked in. Victor eventually sat up too, a flood of jizz pooling out of his gaping hole between them. He knew they'd need to talk now that the heat wasn't there to lubricate their judgment. His head was beginning to throb a bit from all the hormones that had overstayed their welcome.

Victor reached over, and Raul kept his gaze fixed on the wall. The tension grew palpable, as he wondered if the dog felt embarrassed about his confession or anything they'd done. He hated to think that the cute dobie would be hurt from their tryst, and Victor was shocked to feel such strong attraction still to the man. The emotions he felt were just as intense as earlier, and he was puzzled by their depth. Still, he didn't want there to be anything sour between them. "Hey..."

Raul looked over at the older man. He looked up to him, and here he had just fucked him into oblivion while he was in heat. He felt he had taken advantage of the situation. He knew what he was getting in to when he entered this bathroom, there had still been a moment outside it he could have walked away. But he hadn't, figuring whoever was inside would be wanting it, and as the wolf had said. He had to shoot his shot. But now he wasn't sure if that was just the heat talking or if he had acted poorly. Would the wolf hate him for changing the bond between them? His gaze lifted to the wolf asking forgiveness, and the wolf gazed back sympathetically. One word had passed between them still.

"Are you ok?" Raul asked.

"Never better. I thought that heat would never pass." Victor looked down at the lake seeping out of him. He scooped a fresh dripping glob up on his finger and sucked it, as if sampling it. Raul looked taken aback, not thinking he'd do that. "You taste good by the way. We should do this again sometime..." Victor just looked back at the dog mischievously.

"You... you want to?" the dog brightened.

"You kidding? I have to make up for how much shit I've been giving you over the years. You are one skilled fucker" they both laughed at that, and Vic leaned in and Raul blushed as he initiated another kiss. It was casual, but intentional and they enjoyed each other's lips for a moment before parting.

"I... still don't get this." Raul just loosely gestured to the wolf's mysterious new anatomy.

"I'm still trying to figure that out myself. But, you did clue me into one thing.... It happened after that bunny girl gave me the evil eye last night."

"huh. You think she did this ... somehow?" An unbelieving raised brow.

"Well I sure as shit didn't do it on purpose. You think I WANT to be like this?" Victor lifted himself, careful not to drag his tail through the lake of cream, impossibly. He brushed his butt off and pulled his shirt over, starting to dress. Raul's dick pulsed at the sight of him, wrecked hole peeking out under the shirt hem. Victor noticed and just grinned at him.

"I mean. You... seemed to enjoy it?" Raul looked up and covered his groin, trying not to let himself get carried away. The wolf grin faded into a rather introspective and focused frown. He said nothing and just bent over to pick up his undies. However, they were still drenched, and in the act, another gob of semen spilled out of him and he simply cursed. Raul's little nub tail waggled and he snickered before getting to his knees. "Here. Let me clean you up." Before Victor could issue a refusal, Raul had pushed him against the wall and went to quick work licking over his pussy with his broad tongue.

Victor let out a gasp and just watched in blushed silence while that appendage worked over his over sensitive lips, first externally, and then started to scout inside. His battered sex was finally feeling sore from all the action it had received, and the dog's attention felt cooling and nice. Admittedly, he'd never done this for any of the women he'd been with before, and he was struck silent by the simple pleasure of it. It didn't even feel that sexual as Raul clamped his muzzle down on him and cleaned him out. It was unbelievably intimate, and he had no frame of reference to know if this was weird or kind. Either way, it felt soothing, and when he finished, the dobie offered him his own clean drawers, opting to go commando. Victor just accepted the boxers, and finished getting dressed, as did the dog, murmuring a quiet thanks. The dog folded the soaked undies and pocketed them, a memento Victor supposed.

When they'd collected all their belongings and exited the stall together, they washed their hands and checked themselves in the mirrors to make sure they were presentable. Apart from some jizz still clinging to Raul's maul and some errant spit here and there on both, they were able to get cleaned up and leave the bathroom, finally breathing in fresh air as they stepped outside. It filled their lungs and made them hyper aware of the headaches they'd be sporting until the heat completely dissipated, and they felt better for the bond between them... right up until they turned the corner only to see the foreman standing arms crossed by the bathroom.

He looked flustered, and his fingers tapped across the clipboard repetitively, pencil poised ready to strike; both knew they must have been in trouble. The foreman acknowledged them with a stern nod. "Triddle. Suarez. Hope you two have had a good time." Bitter sarcasm tainted the tone.

Victor stepped forward, "Sir, I can explain..."

"Save it. Both of you, go wait in my office, now." The two men shared a troubled look, sighed, and scuttled off to await whatever punishment was heading their way.