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Frankie moved the blow dryer down a little bit further, his back starting to ache from holding this position. I suppose that's something else I'm gonna have to figure out, he thought, other hand - paw, that was - spreading his fur to the root to ensure the deepest drying. Time and time again his foot - footpaw - had slipped from where he had tried to brace it against the wall, bending forward along the toilet, most of him smelling vaguely of the mildewy kind of tang taken on by laundry left too long in the machine after the wash cycle. The same shampoo he had used for the past three or so years, suddenly not enough for him... and I think I'll have to start ordering in, like, gallon jugs or something, since all of a sudden I'm more fur than hair, and I don't even know if I should be using the same type of shampoo in the first place, and...

He had only been a lion, or a lion-like creature, for a few days at this point. Much of the past week and a half was little more than a blur, from the initial accident to the rush to the hospital, to the procedure itself and then the fateful blood transfusion, for which the paperwork certainly bore his signature, but then the recovery... he couldn't remember what he had thought about reading the initial details regarding the transfusion, seeing the words experimental and possible drastic side effects_and _never before attempted.

From a black-furred lioness, about his age, proper blood type. Frankie had gone under as a human, and had woken up - well, still mostly human, but also at the same time somewhere in between. It hadn't been until part of the way through his recovery that those side effects first started manifesting, and when they did so, they apparently burst through him all at once, rocketing him about half a foot upwards in height, broadening his shoulders, shifting the bones and musculature of his hands, feet, and legs into those more suiting for the feline predator, completely reshaping his skull and facial muscles as though he had been made of clay, and then of course, how could he forget, giving him sizeable and very active breasts hanging forward off his chest and near constantly leaking smooth, soft white through his dark fur, as well as reorganizing his downstairs into something more suitable for his species.

His species. His species. The lion paused in his post-shower drying, taking another moment just to look over himself - himself. That was still strange to say, to think, and he knew that it would stay that way for quite a while. He was still Frankie, still himself, yet his body, his presence, had completely changed. He still felt like himself, and then he didn't. But he was getting used to it. The change, while it was still happening, had been one of the most painful and uncomfortable few minutes of his entire life, but now that all of these new features and traits had had some time to settle, he honestly felt better than he ever had before.

Besides, he had to admit, he quite enjoyed looking down across his new body, and seeing the swell of large, plump breasts hanging down in front of his chest. Apparently the lioness had kept on top of her physical health, as something about the transfusion had kickstarted his metabolism and other such biological processes, searing away the layers of plush fat along his belly and revealing a slight ridging of developed abs underneath, with the tuft of thick pubic fur angling down towards where his new sheath hung from his body, like a thick, supple, peach-fuzzy foreskin connected to his very lower belly by a soft membrane of skin.

In fact Frankie had spent most of his shower this morning touching and feeling that new setup, acquainting himself with what he had knocking around between his thighs. The thick coating of short, velvety fur completely encompassing his sack would take some time to get used to, but the whole sheath thing had been pretty much a done deal as soon as he felt what it was like to tug that skin back. Underneath his head and the first few inches of his shaft had sprouted out with short, soft... barbs of a sort, though they looked scarier than they felt: when he closed his eyes and ran his fingers - fingerpads - back and forth across them they felt more like... like little folds of hair, if anything. Soft and malleable, bendy yet still with that firmness, so that he could tell they wouldn't just fall off when he put his new equipment to use.

And he had, a little bit. Different shape and size paired with his unwieldy lack of dexterity with his hands - paws - meant that while the interest and excitement was there, the physical aspect had been lacking a bit. But it had been nice to explore, and by the time he had stepped out of his shower, sopping wet and probably a good fifty pounds heavier from all the water caught within his body-length shag carpet, he felt a bit more confident in his new body. It was his, after all; I'd better get used to it...

Realizing he had gotten lost in thought, Frankie blinked and continued on with the blow dryer, the soaking mess of the two towels he had tried to use sitting in a heap across the side of the tub. One of his ears tickled, and then the other; as if on reflex he blinked again and then turned his head, then jumped when he saw his partner Theo stride into the bathroom, his unfamiliar figure startling the new lion.

Unfamiliar because much the same process had happened to Theo as well, after a small incident during dinner prep had led to a bit of cross-contamination so that the other ex-human had ingested just a small amount of Frankie's blood, rich and boiling with strange genetics and whatever else it was that made this kind of thing happen. So then, so soon after Frankie had finished his own transformation, Theo began one as well, instead into the full, chiseled, brown-furred pit bull whose ears perked and tail wagged when he saw his partner there in the bathroom.

"Good morning, you," Theo rumbled, bending halfway over to meet Frankie in a kiss. The lion grinned, closed his eyes, and leaned in in turn, then winced as fangs clacked against fangs, as loose, wet animal lips slurped and slopped and flapped back and forth at one another, the two trying to kiss as though they each retained their initial human arrangement instead. Wet and messy and gross, but still enjoyable nonetheless: when Frankie turned back to drying himself off, he noticed - and knew that Theo had, too - the distinct plumping in his sheath, and a good inch or so of barbed pink flesh peeking from the end. "Still working at that?"

"Drying off? Yeah. Fuckin' pain. I feel like I stink already, and-"

"Do you, now? Let me see..."

Theo leaned in. For a moment there was a flash as though he were getting investigated by any other dog, broad nose twitching and snuffling away at him. He chuckled, waved Theo away, leaned back, flicked the blow-dryer off, continued on until his head bumped against the wall of the small alcove behind him - and then abruptly shivered and sighed, as his partner pressed his new, sensitive nose up into the crook of his neck and drew deep of thick, still slightly damp fur, one paw coming out to rest right along one of Frankie's sizeable breasts. Fingers squeezed into place there, pushing into surprisingly sensitive nerves, tightening down towards the protruding nipple.

That was a part of his new body to which Theo had adapted surprisingly well. Throughout most of yesterday and the day before there had been all of these stray, idle gropes and squeezes, regardless of the near-constant stream of soft white dribbling out; whether it was the breast itself or knowing what it did to Frankie, he didn't know, but neither was he complaining. Here in the corner of the bathroom Theo continued drawing warm, deep breaths from the lion's neck, breath tickling through short, thick fur to the sensitive skin underneath.

"I love," the pit bull rumbled, "your new scent..." and he dove further to the side, following the line of Frankie's collar bone towards his shoulder. "So much stronger. Or, like, I can pick it out a lot better now, and..."

"You can?" Frankie frowned, tilted his head the other way, and tried to take a surreptitious sniff under his arm. "I literally just showered."

"Mhmm." On Theo went, now kneeling down, skinny tail still swaying behind him. It made soft swsh-swsh sounds as it swung across the tiled floor and bath mat by the door. He lifted Frankie's other arm with his paw, swallowed, let his mouth part open, and nosed down into the same spot, the tuft of fur sprouting underneath still damp with some combination of sweat and water from the shower. "Maybe you shouldn't have..." and then he shoveled himself right in there, the first pressure of his nose tickling at the hypersensitive skin, then settling into something deeper and more intimate.

Frankie felt himself flush with embarrassment at first, but then seeing the way Theo melted into him, eyes fluttering shut and ears flicking back, throat tensing as he drew deep and then huffed back out, hot humid pleasure simmering through his fur. So Frankie did what he felt was right: he lifted his arm further, folding his paw back behind his head, then gingerly rested the dryer on the tank of the toilet so he could then spread those fingers around the back of Theo's head and tug him in more firmly.

He immediately felt a response in the pit bull, shoulders coming forward, tail curling up, mouth parting further. Theo rocked himself back and forth within the depths of hot, slick fur and skin there, deliberately smearing his nose around, inhaling so deeply that he barely made room to then exhale. Dog paws pressed against the tiled floor, the pit bull squirming where he sat: Frankie smirked and tilted his head to the side, quite easily picking out the growing length of slick reddish-pink flesh from Theo's own sheath, the skin there softer and looser than his own, a bit more similar to what had been there originally. The dog thrust and grinded into the air as he continued sniffing deeply, lost in his own world: Theo had enjoyed Frankie's scent before, but now that he had the faculties to "properly" appreciate the nuances, he had started to really let himself go.

I suppose I'm also finding some pleasures in this new body, Frankie thought, with a swish of his own longer paintbrush tail around the back of the toilet. He spread his legs, hooked one around Theo's body, and used that to yank him in even more firmly, enjoying the sensation of his own fur-coated sack sagging forward and then hanging off the rim of the toilet, the weight of his balls tugging at his sheath to slide it a little bit further back across his slowly growing length. That was another new thing: instead of stiffing and hardening and growing from what was already there, as far as he could tell these new arrangements just kind of pushed out from inside, though still there was the familiar sense of tightening and growing urgency, and...

And the lion shivered, rolled his arm over Theo's head buried hungrily in place, the pit bull still lost in drunken bliss. From here Frankie's sharpened senses allowed him to pick up his own scent as well, still identifiable as his own but now with a distinct, feline smoothness to it, dry spice mixed with the usual sharp, tangy sting of natural body odor, tickling at the back of his nose and poking into his throat. He couldn't imagine what it was like for Theo there buried at the source: Frankie was almost surprised that with each exhalation he couldn't see a puff of colored steam wafting out from the pit bull's mouth, like a stench cloud from a cartoon.

It made sense, though, the focus and interest in scent: so many other times had he seen dogs sniff around at each other and at seemingly scentless things, learning their surroundings, figuring things out. And Theo was definitely figuring something out: Frankie's underarm now dripping with condensation mixed from hot breath and gathering sweat, the pit bull nosed back down, pressed his lips up against smooth fur, lifted up again, and then shifted, one arm rhythmically moving as he began to work at his sheath, forefinger and thumb slipping the supple skin back and forth over his revealed length.

Speaking of scent, and growing pressure and urgency, and the general animalistic state of things between them, Frankie had an idea. He slid his paw down Theo's head towards his neck and gave the dog a gentle pat.

"C'mon. Up."

"Mmrr?" Eyes half-lidded, his partner looked up at him, then swallowed, then swirled his tongue out across his sweat-glistened lips, then swallowed again. "Huh?"

Frankie stood up, deliberately letting his sack and plump sheath drag near Theo's muzzle as he stepped over him. "Go get in the tub."

"What?"

"C'mon." He reached down, folded his thumb behind the back of his sheath, scooped his fingers underneath his balls, gave himself what he hoped was an emphatic wiggle, and nodded over again. "You heard me. Tub."

Theo looked from him, to his feline equipment, to the bathtub, then back, and then finally seemed to catch on. Frankie similarly couldn't take his eyes off the oddly bulbous, lumpy, greasy canine shaft twitching between his partner's legs, filling him with an odd sense halfway between guilt, as that was just a straight up dog's dick, and arousal, since it was his partner's dog dick.

What an odd conundrum. As he stood up Theo pressed back against his sheath, the slick, supple skin smoothing easily across glistening wet flesh, to slide back across the slight bulge of his unswollen knot. Skin wrinkled up over itself and then bounced forward again, shaft holding almost straight out from his body when he stood up, pulsing with the beat of his heart while at the same time squirting little drizzles of clear, juicy pre across the tile floor.

Still his tail wagged as he leaned in for another messy, awkward kiss, his cock bumping against Frankie's, and then as he stepped over the wall of the tub and knelt down.

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Perfect. Could you - turn this way?"

Paws braced on the rim, tail wagging enough to cause his rump to slightly jerk from side to side, Theo did as told and knelt there with his back straight, looking eagerly up at the lion, upper lip repeatedly curling up to his nose so he could continue drinking from the sweat smeared there. "Mouth open?"

"I, uh-" Once again Frankie hooked his fingers underneath his new equipment, still unaccustomed to the sensation of soft, thick fur, damp from his recent shower and the constant humid sweat down there, coating his sack. He rubbed his thumb along the lip of his sheath, trying to cool down enough to make this easier. "Dunno. Up to you. I pissed after the whole, uh, y'know, and it... kinda stinks, since - cat, and all-"

Theo nodded and closed his eyes, leaning back with his chest forward. "Good. Ready when you are."

So then it was just a matter of getting there. The lion took in a breath, tilted his head back, sighed, inhaled again, held it... the hardest part was that the very sensation of his sheath sliding back across those small, tender barbs sent such a sweet, luxurious shiver through his loins that he couldn't help but throb each time it happened, yet at the same time he felt like it was only proper to slip the skin back to piss. Of course he had done a little bit in the shower, but as soon as the idea hit him he knew that he wanted to do it here, and there was a little bit of that need simmering down inside of him, so that all he needed to do was tighten up first, and squeeze, and then relax, and...

...the pattering trickle began down across the rim of the tub first, surprisingly loud in the silence of the bathroom. Frankie bit his lip and gave a little bit more of a push behind it, stream lifting slightly forward, then back, then forward again, until his body's natural rhythms finally took over and he felt the floodgates fully open. Delicious warmth flooded down and out of him, at first spraying from the tapered tip of his feline cock, then swelling into the full, focused stream - and below and in front of him he heard Theo's quiet intake of breath first, then his low, hungry sigh after. There was that slight delay between when he thought he should hear the pattering of wetness down against the tub's surface, and when he actually heard it.

Frankie opened his eyes again and looked down to see his partner kneeling there, shaft fully hard and twitching between his legs, pale yellow rivulets cutting gentle shadows through the dark brown of his pelt. There was the twitching of the nose, a slight flutter of the eyelids, and his mouth fell open, breath coming in slow, deliberate draws of the steamy air, thick and heady from Frankie's shower and now from Theo's impromptu one. Then the scent hit its owner a moment later, the same as before: rich and sharp, heavy on the ammonia, acrid, borderline foul.

But Theo certainly didn't seem to mind. One paw came up towards the center of the soaking at his chest, fingers splaying around the wet fur, while the other squeezed down his slim body again, pushing at the base of his sheath, tugging the succulent skin the rest of the way back, wrapping a finger and thumb behind the root of his knot, now halfway swollen so that the slight bulge began to press out at the base.

"Oh, man..." the pit bull murmured, now leaning further back. Frankie took the hint and aimed further down along his belly, the natural shift in angle of his sheath causing the skin to slip back slightly more, in turn sharpening the stream, strengthening it as it sprayed out from the end of his half-revealed length. Back and forth he swung his aim, painting nearly every inch of the canine's chest and belly that he could reach from here, then tilting down further. Warm yellow pooled out across the white of the tub underneath him, spreading out even as it began to trickle slowly towards the drain; Theo rolled his head on his shoulders, took another deep breath, and now lifted up into the rich heat spraying directly down over his cock, letting it splash and splatter across revealed red flesh and thick fur there, then wrapping his fingers around and spreading his partner's mark more fully across himself.

And that's really what it is, Frankie realized, a little bit distantly. My mark. I'm - claiming him. Marking him as mine so that he'll know it, and... and so will everyone else, won't they? The thought sent a little tingle of arousal zapping through his system, and on a whim he sprayed up across Theo's belly, chest, shoulders, and neck again, before coming right back down. The pit bull stroked at himself steadily, eyes closed and mouth open, panting gently: he worked his hips up as Frankie continued to drain his bladder across him, even starting to lean forward as the stream tapered back.

Finished once more, the lion sighed, gave himself a few shakes, rolled his sheath all the way forward over his shaft, pinched the supple lips over the end and rubbed them together, rolled back again, and shook a little bit more. In the tub Theo continued pawing and rubbing at himself, apparently lost in his own world - but then shifted, braced a piss-soaked paw on the rim of the tub, and hoisted himself up. A rush of fresh cat piss hovered through the air and assault Frankie's sensitive nostrils, though he had next to no time to respond for the way that his partner leaned in again and pressed mouth to mouth, his broad, flat canine tongue slurping and lapping all around Frankie's, trying to lock into a kiss with lips that were no longer shaped how either of them had expected.

Again, though, not that he was complaining. Frankie turned his head to the side to fit his muzzle against Theo's, and met and reciprocated that messy kiss, some vague part of him groaning at the idea of needing to take another shower what with piss-soaked fur pressing against his chest and body, but when the pit bull reached down, tilted his fully hard cock in against the lion's, and squeezed and stroked them together, his tapered tip nudging gently into the supple skin of Frankie's sheath, that thought fizzled right away. While the two figured out the kiss he found himself thrusting gently forward into his partner's paw, the warm wetness spreading right back over him, smearing between them as balls pressed against balls.

As suddenly as he had first dived into the kiss Theo pulled away, licked his lips, then dropped down, though only far enough to sit at the rim of the tub - with a paw brushing aside the damp towels that Frankie had left there. One paw on the lion's hip, he tugged him forward, grinned up at him, then ran his nose alongside the curve of one of his breasts, and finally centered in and wrapped his lips around the soft yet firm nipple there, at first just rubbing, squeezing, nipping... and then finally sucking. Frankie couldn't help but shudder and jerk forward again, all of these new feelings thrumming through him.

Electric sensitivity halfway between a tickle and sweet pleasure, focusing right there where Theo sucked, and nipped, and swirled his tongue; Frankie could feel the odd sensation of the trickling milk pulled out from inside, the pit bull's paw slipping back along his waist towards the base of his tail, while his other shoulder continued to pump with his rhythm. The wet slurps, the soft smacks, echoed up in the bathroom; Frankie tilted his head back and sighed, then thrust forward when that paw made its way forward to push his sheath back and rub gently at the barbed flesh underneath, coaxing him out further-

-so that Theo could pull away from his breast, lick his lips, and dive down to take this new part of Frankie in as well. Broad dog-nose pressed right up at the base of his sheath, drawing deep, eager breaths of the new equipment; then he scooped down underneath plump, furry balls, and up along his sheath again, to nip the supple skin back between his lips; then he rolled himself back and forth against the soft, constantly slick meat there, eyes fluttering shut again, senses focusing forward. There was that flash of embarrassment again - Frankie had definitely noticed that he left a distinct scent on his fingers now when he rolled his sheath back to piss - but Theo loved that as much as he did the acrid bite of the lion's mark seared across his body.

In another moment he parted his lips and dove down along Frankie's cock, soft barbs slipping across his tongue, catching gently there, folding over and continuing on. Theo took a moment to investigate this new feature as well, teasing them back and forth, suckling and licking and lapping away at them, drawing off the last dribbled drops of Frankie's piss. Still he stroked at himself, other paw now coming down to massage the lion's balls in his palm, until Frankie rested one of his own paws between the dog's ears.

With some effort the lion held himself in place instead of thrusting forward, as much as he wanted to. He gritted his teeth, sighed, throbbed between Theo's lips, and swallowed. "D'you, ah - wanna take this to the other room?"

Theo looked up at him, dove further down until his lips mushed against the supple skin of Frankie's sheath, and then drew back again. The lion felt his legs briefly gelatinize as lips and tongue slipped back across his sensitive barbs. "But I'm - soaking wet."

"Well, the sheets need a wash anyway..."

Excitement and interest thrummed through both of them as Theo once again rose to his full height, piss-wet paw slipping into Frankie's so the lion could lead him back into the bedroom. This would be the first time the two would really become acquainted with the intimacies of each other's new bodies other than looking at a distance and the few gropes and squeezes exchanged throughout the night and their recovery: from what he had seen already Frankie could tell that Theo was eager to learn more, and he had to admit that despite the difficulties and confusion and nervousness, he was too.

Frankie climbed up onto the bed and lay back, fully aware that his fur was still somewhat damp from the shower - but then, so was Theo's from his recent, fresh marking, hovering around him like a thick, acrid fog, oddly enticing in its own way since it was his scent. He laid back, pushed a paw down against his sheath from above, shivered at the slick sensation of the tug from supple skin pulling back again, and wrapped his fingers around and gave a few more strokes while watching Theo approach.

That was another odd thing, too: still he was startled when he looked upon this two-legged pit bull walking around, but already he had come to recognize him - as he always had been, and always would be - as Theo. Still Theo, still his Theo, climbing up onto the bed so that the mattress sank beneath his weight, crawling forward above him to nuzzle into his neck and plant a trail of kisses down between Frankie's new breasts. Sleek muscles somehow more visible underneath his velvety fur than they had been when all he had was skin shifted and pulled beneath the surface as he moved, now lowering himself down further, settling between Frankie's legs, nudging his knees up and to the side with his own... and then briefly displaying the plump, pillowy pads of his footpaws underneath, soft and squishy with only a touch of firmness from their relative unuse, before bringing them in.

Frankie shuddered and twitched again as unwieldy toes pushed and slid around his shaft, then sigh when Theo managed to lift him up between those footpaws, and then finally felt himself melt into the mattress and slightly damp blankets when he found his stride there, nestling the lion's now fully hard cock into the spaces and valleys in between, similarly moistened from his time in the tub. Soft and sleek like smooth, warm silk, Theo rubbed his footpaws back and forth along Frankie's length, teasing at the new barbs, pushing down so that his sheath wrinkled back over itself, coming up again to the tapered tip and then squeezing down again, the sudden burst of sensation making the lion gasp and jerk forward.

"Oh, God..." Frankie purred, one paw going to his head. "Man, that... that feels..."

"Good?" Theo tilted his head the other way and shifted a footpaw around, squeezing him in between the top of one and the pads of the other. Still he worked back and forth, fur already streaked with little squirts of eager pre. "I thought it might. While you were showering I was, like, poking and prodding at these little squishy things, and I thought you might like 'em, too."

"I sure as hell do_,I - _hah..."

His body moved on its own, squirming, writhing, thrusting up in between Theo's paws. The hardest part - that was, the most indulgent, luxurious, delicious part - was when the pit bull sat back a little bit further, his own sack and sheath hanging forward under their own meaty weight, and squeezed Frankie's shaft directly in between the pads of his paws and toes up above, the smooth skin now further slickened with his pre and smearing back and forth across tender barbs.

But he didn't want to spend all of his effort here. After a while longer Frankie took in a breath, hoisted himself up, and gingerly drew Theo's footpaws away, though continued forward with his own paws sliding down along the canine's thighs to his rump to lift his hind end up and push his upper body back against the mattress. Seeing what was coming Theo gave into it, spreading his legs, scooting back a bit... swinging his tail out of the way as Frankie's muzzle came down, reaching up to spread himself as the lion welled up a glob of saliva in his mouth, held it there, then spat it down across the revealed tailhole. The wrinkled pucker clenched with the contact and then relaxed again, and Frankie couldn't help but lean in and drag his tongue directly across the tight folds there, careful not to push too hard what with his new sandpaper texture, before settling Theo back into his lap.

"I don't know how this will, uh..." But it was so hard to hold himself back now that his tip poked into the saliva-slickened center right there, close enough that he could feel Theo's eager twitching and clenching. The pit bull wormed closer to him, grinding back and forth, teasing that tip up into firm muscle... "How it'll feel with the - little spikes, and all, but..."

"Well then, why don't we-" Strong legs wrapped around his waist. Theo hefted himself up onto his elbows and grinned. "-find out?"

"Don't have to tell_me_ twice."

Frankie adjusted Theo's legs around his body and angled himself forward and down, his partner's balls sagging along with the pull of gravity, his rim - tailhole, the lion thought briefly, heard in conversation while out a few times - puckering gently against the underside of his shaft. He smeared himself back and forth there for a moment, thoroughly coating himself in the sticky slickness of warm saliva, then leaned over, let another glob out across himself, rubbed it back and forth, and finally pressed in against the center of muscle there.

At first everything felt as he remembered, from the sweet, tight grip to the bright, sizzling heat spreading and squeezing around him the further he sank, slowly, carefully. But as soon as he paused and adjusted, those tiny barbs tugged at Theo's inner walls and made him reflexively clench, which made Frankie gasp and thrust again, which repeated the process. It felt as though his sensitivity had multiplied, with each little twitch and movement sending fireworks of sensation through his lower body, making him shudder and shiver atop Theo.

He had to be careful in his slow tugs back, stuck between not wanting to harm the pit bull with that coating of barbs and desiring to keep on going. Beneath him Theo had rested his head to the side, eyes closed and mouth open; Frankie watched his expression as he worked into a rhythm, pressing himself in to the base, holding there, and then biting his lip as he began to draw back, letting himself acclimate to the sensation just like Theo.

Before long, though, each felt that hesitation melt away - and then Frankie had bent forward over Theo again, pinning him down to the mattress with his muzzle in his neck as he pounded away at him, each thrust squeaking through the mattress underneath. Everything had sharpened since their transformation into these new bodies, from scent to awareness to sensitivity and back, and now with his nose pressed into thick fur all he could breathe was Theo's rich, inviting aroma, still certainly his own despite how it had become tinted with the smooth, round touch of canine and covered with the bright punch of fresh piss.

Slick, delicious warmth wrapped around him, clenching rhythmically, pressing down around his shaft... he sighed, licked his lips, felt Theo's neck underneath, parted his jaws, sank his teeth gently at first and then more firmly into the fur and flesh there. The dog gasped and squirmed, wrapping his legs more tightly around him, pulling him in deeper; Frankie tilted his head, lifted up, and put a bit more force behind his thrusts. All around him sizzled the stench of his own mark, by now soaked into Theo's fur with some of it rubbing off onto the sheets themselves, its very presence just driving him on further. He worked his jaws back and forth until he felt the flesh crunch gently in between, accompanied by another small gasp and yelp from Theo; a flash of concern jolted through Frankie's mind, but the paw on the back of his head holding him down wiped that worry away as quickly as it had sprouted.

A low, rumbling growl had begun in the dog's throat as well, deep enough that Theo felt it against his own chest with his breathing. He pulled at the fur and skin caught between his teeth, felt that growl strengthen and then recede, swallowed, flicked his tongue across the caught portion, buried himself to the base again, felt Theo shiver and tighten around him. The shared warmth of their bodies, the clinging wetness of piss smearing between their fur, the warmth, the tightness, the tension, the closeness... it was easy to get lost in everything going on, and Frankie found that he had. Before he knew what he was doing he had tugged his jaws free from Theo's neck and now pinned the pit bull to the bed by the shoulders, hips swinging forward and back to slap against the dog's elevated rump, holding his half-lidded gaze, daring him to look away-

-and then barely able to keep his own eyes open when the flood of sharp, rich pleasure suddenly pounded through him in waves. His fangs gritted together, his throat tensed with a growl of his own, he grinded forward, felt his barbs swell and catch with a powerful throb, jerked in place, and then nearly doubled over the panting pit bull with the first spurt deep inside, then a second, and third, each one shuddering through him.

Like everything else after the change, it was the same yet so much different, so much more. The aftershocks reverberated throughout his body, eventually leading him to realize that he had started drooling; a little embarrassed, the lion reached up, wiped at his mouth, and then looked down across his work, buried to the balls still beneath Theo's tail, with the dog's fully hard, fully knotted shaft twitching, pulsing, bouncing across the fur of his belly, repeatedly spurting out little jets of nearly clear wetness across already soaked fur.

Still hilted deep, still flowing with the heat of the moment, Frankie swallowed, grinned, then leaned in and met his partner in another messy, sloppy, uneven kiss shared between unaccustomed animal lips and tongues, yet already he would have it no other way. Then with deliberate, controlled effort he slowly, carefully tugged himself out, coming dangerously close to a second peak from the sensation of slick walls and tight tailhole sucking along his tender barbs - and he flopped back against the pillow behind him, Theo sitting up and coming to cuddle against him a moment later.

Frankie rested an arm around the dog. "Sorry, but uh - did you... cum, too? It's... kinda..."

"Yeah, uh..." Theo looked down, hoisted his red-fleshed length atop a finger, and let it smack back down against his belly. "I'm not sure? This fuckin' thing is like, it just kinda... starts squirting after a certain point, and..."

While Theo was speaking Frankie reached over, ran a fingerpad down along the slick, greasy underside, squeezed gently at the thick skin of his sheath, and then hooked his fingers behind the bulge of that knot, settling warmly into his spread palm. It twitched, then did so again, and then he gave a slight tug so that the root lifted forward from within the plump sheath - and Theo gasped and bucked from the hips, knot swelling out all over again with another throb, a more fervent spurt emptying out and dribbling down across his fur.

"Whoa," the dog breathed. "Hoh. Okay. Yeah, maybe I - maybe I did... wow, that's something to check out later..."

Frankie nuzzled into Theo's neck again, still able to smell him, and dog, and then himself layered beneath the rich spice of his mark. Certainly the two would need another shower before long, and then they would have to go and toss the sheets in the laundry at least once; and he would have to shop around or at least ask some friends for recommendations on towels to use on fur, and other such things, and... there was so much to explore, so much to figure out between the two of them now.

Not that that was a bad thing. Not at all. He spread his fingers in his partner's damp, slightly sticky fur, and drew up towards his chest, and then back down again. Technically he was still supposed to take it easy for another two weeks following the accident; that would provide ample time to relearn his own body, as well as Theo's.

Beside him the pit bull breathed a soft, sweet sigh and rolled onto his side, burying his nose in thick feline fur. Frankie tugged him a little bit closer and felt the sensation of his sandpaper tongue against his own lips, simply a part of him now. He sighed and rested his muzzle atop Theo's. All in all a pleasant, if unexpected, change.

But maybe they could take a quick nap first, and then tackle the day.