{"sf1_id":335659,"sf2_id":"ZmMz7vpn","title":"Circus Tricks","author":"Russ","words":6028,"posted_at":"2012-02-06T19:03:00.000Z","tags":["Cock Vore","M/F","M/M","Mouse","Otter","Raccoon","Tiger","Transformation","Unbirthing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/335659-circus-tricks","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMz7vpn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b8/85/b8851627-ce2b-4bf0-9626-b70092fdfc35","description":"#2 of Transformation Stories\n\nThe Triplets are out in town drumming up punters for the Circus when a Jock from the local Frat-House gets mouthy at them. Being considerate circus performers they invite the tiger to the Circus and once the show is over show him in their own way what they do to Jocks who piss them off.","content":"Circus Tricks  \nStory and all Characters (c) Russet '12\n\nBalancing atop a large ball, arms out to his sides helping to maintain his brother's   \nweight and balance Alrendo grinned at the appreciative crowd watching and cheering   \nthem. It was a small crowd but a happy one, listening to the rhythm of applause Al   \nsensed it starting to lessen and flexed his legs slightly. This was the queue for his   \nbrothers to let go and all three of them tumbled forward into a roll, spring back to   \ntheir feet all in one fluid motion, each brother facing part of the crowd with the   \nwall behind them offering a natural back drop. The crowd's applause paused for a   \nsecond as the otters seemed to fall off the large blue ball they'd been balancing on   \nbut as they sprang effortlessly to their feet three rudders swept up and then back   \ndown in unison, trapping the ball under their tails. The crowd loved it, the   \nchildren cheered, adults whooped and clapped, and several people even wolf whistled   \nin appreciation. Panting lightly from the exertion of their show Alrendo grinned   \nwarmly, basking in the warmth of the late summer sun, he'd picked this spot because   \nit picked up the last of the sun before it sank behind a building leaving the trio   \nbrightly illuminated and the rest of the square in shadow.\n\nIt was quite the sight, three impressively fit otters dressed in tight fitting   \nleotards, the slick, stretchy fabric clung to their bodies showing off the pleasing   \ncurves of their sleek, swimming fit forms but left their limbs bare, a tantalising   \ndisplay of fur for the appreciative audience. Their different fur colours added to   \nthe effect of the exotic whilst their similar hair and identical red eyes alluded to   \nthem being brothers. Finishing their outfits and reinforcing their identity as a   \ngroup were the medallions. Centred on their chests, it depicted a series of balance   \nbars with three small coloured balls, one on each bar representative of one of the   \ntriplets.\n\nAlrendo had pristine white fur, hair pulled back into four thick braids that sprouted   \nfrom the back of his head to hang across his shoulders. He calmly surveyed the crowd   \nand glanced at his brothers out of the corner of his eyes to check on their form, he   \nwas pleased to see his brother's had picked up this new routine perfectly.\n\nTo his left Thompson's black furred form was balanced lightly on his feet, his   \nbrother's gaze steady as he surveyed the crowd in front of him, a slight amused twist   \nto his smile as he watched a group of children cheering enthusiastically. Tom always   \nloved to make younger beasts smile, the chance to inspire youngsters always made his   \nbrother give their performances his all.\n\nFinally there was Jacobson, their youngest brother, he had rich golden blonde fur and   \nwas wearing a bronze leotard that was tighter then his brothers, really showing him   \noff to the world to admire, he loved people looking at him and Al couldn't help but   \nsmile at the almost provocative way he held himself poised on both feet.\n\nSatisfied that the crowd was happy Alrendo raised his hands and called out, voice   \nprojecting easily across the square after many years of practice. \"Ladies, Gentlemen,   \nfriends of all ages, we are the Uxibarae triplets, if you enjoyed our show we invite   \nyou to join us tonight at the Cirque du Koneta, it is our last night in town and we   \npromise you a performance of the likes you have never seen before.\"\n\nThis announcement got a few more cheers, excited children tugged on their parents   \ngiving them the universal plea of all children who've ever wanted something. Some of   \nthem took leaflets from the box in front of them and a small crowd gathered around   \nThompson, asking questions and buying tickets there and then for tonights   \nperformance. Satisfied with how things were going Al watched the crowd starting to   \nbreak up for a moment longer before turning to see about packing away the balance   \nball. A brash voice calling out loudly, cutting through the hubbub of voices drew his   \nattention back to the crowd.\n\n\"Bunch of sissies in ballerina costumes, why'd I want to pay money to see a show, I   \ncan get real girls at home.\" It was a tiger, just over six feet tall with rich orange   \nfur, dressed in smart trousers, white shirt and a blue blazer with a coat of arms   \nover the left breast. He was muscled, heavily so, his arms bulged in the sleeves of   \nhis jacket and his pecks stood out beneath his shirt, he'd clearly spent more time in   \nthe gym then was sensible for someone his age. He was also sneering at Jacobson,   \nbacked up by a gaggle of boys in similar blazers; none of them could have been much   \nover twenty. The blonde otter was clearly flustered, trying to come up with a decent   \ncome back and failing so he fell back on circus spin.\n\n\"I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy the show sir, you don't have to watch if you do not   \nwant too.\"\n\n\"Ooooh sir is it now, well lah de dar listen to you,\" he grinned back at his frat   \npals before continuing, \"It was a good show but like I said just what Id expect from   \na bunch of ballerina carnies.\" The others laughed; clearly his pals thought he'd   \nscored a good one with that. Jacob growled, clearly getting riled up which was the   \nwrong thing to do. The moment he growled the tiger loomed over him; muscles bulging   \nunder his clothes, \"You starting something carnie? Got something to say ballerina   \notter, well go on then, lets hear it.\"\n\nFrom where he was standing Al could see what the cat was doing, he was holding   \nJacob's attention whilst his frat boys spread out, if it got into a fight the tiger   \nwould have back up. He wanted a fight, no doubt it'd big up his standing with the   \nboys so Al stepped in smoothly before Jacob could react and get himself pummelled.\n\n\"So sorry you didn't enjoy our demonstration sir, I guess we just can't put on a   \nproper show outside like this,\" pouring his best smile at the tiger he was satisfied   \nto see his bravado falter, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but then his   \ntype only understood violence. \"Tell you what, come out to the circus tonight,\" he   \nflipped a piece of cardboard up in front of the tiger, \"Our treat, VIP, front row   \nseat in the big top, you can see our full show and if you still think we're a bunch   \nof airy fairy ballerina's then you've not wasted any money.\"\n\nJacob, the tiger and his friends were gawping at Al but the white otter just grinned   \nat him, the big jock glanced over at his buddies then reached out to take the ticket,   \n\"VIP like free booze and food?\"\n\n\"Of course,\" Al spread his paws, \"And if you like the show you can tell your friends,   \njust tell me your name so I can have it put on the list.\"\n\nA big grin spread across the butch cat's muzzle, fangs showing as he sneered at the   \nshorter otters, \"It's Lez, I'll be there tonight ballerinas, you can do your girly   \ndance for me then you and your pack of carnies can sling yer hook.\"\n\nAl just grinned and dragged a spluttering Jacob away, the tiger turned away, basking   \nin the congratulations of his frat brothers for intimidating a free ticket out of the   \ncarnie girls. Alrendo put him out of his mind, pushing Jacob into the back of their   \nvan.\n\n\"Why'd you do that?\" Jake hissed angrily, rudder slamming on the van angrily.\n\n\"Because they'd have creamed you and us, now calm down and think. It'll be easier to   \nget him back when he's alone, on our turf and full of beer.\" Jacob's grin lit up his   \nface and the blonde otter flicked his gaze toward the frat boys as they wandered off.\n\n\"What's the plan then,\" Tom asked as he sidled up to them with the cash box and the   \nlast of their gear, \"I take it you have something in mind.\"\n\nSmiling Al moved around to get behind the wheel, \"I'll tell you on the way back, no   \none calls us ballerinas,\" his grin turned feral as he eyed his brothers, \"Girlies   \nI'll give him but ballerinas... I'll make him pay for that one.\"\n\n------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe final night in any town was special for any show but more so for the Cirque du   \nKoneta, the world famous travelling circus' big top was packed, every seat was taken,   \nthe food vendors were doing a roaring trade and the cheers threatened do bring the   \nhouse down at the end of every act. Koneta was out in the ring, the lions thick black   \nmane dusted with silver motes so every shift and turn made it look like his hair was   \nfull of stars as he drummed up the excitement before each act, leading the show to   \nput every other show in the world to shame. Lez was swept up in it all, the   \natmosphere was more intoxicating his beer that continuously topped up by the pretty   \nraccoon girl taking care of the VIP guests in the roped of area at the front of the   \naudience. The tiger leapt to his feet to stomp and cheer when the impressive lion in   \nthe centre demanded it, he clapped and cheered, whooped and whistled for each act and   \nwhat a show they put on, it boggled the mind. He'd arrived with sunset with a sneer   \non his lips, intent to milk his VIP ticket for everything he could and if he got the   \nchance to deliver some choice put downs to the ballerina otters if he got the chance.\n\nMind fogged with alcohol, senses addled by the heat and crush of a thousand people   \ncheering and chanting and flooded with a rush of endorphins Lez didn't care anymore.   \nThe flying antics of the bat and monster flitting through coloured beams of light   \nwere followed by a mouse whose magical talents beggared belief. Two monkeys span   \naround the ring juggling with feet, hands and tails, leaping in and out of the   \ndarkness, illuminated for most of their act only by the brilliant flames of their   \never spinning, always tumbling juggling clubs. Lez slumped in his seat panting   \nheavily, barely aware of the pretty raccoon refilling his beer tankard as the leonine   \nring master started to set the stage for the next act, the house lights came up and   \nthe big tiger gaped at the even bigger cat that sauntered into the ring. He was huge   \nand had an exotically dressed red rabbit on his back dressed in silk, jewels and   \nturban, what followed next was a traditional lion taming act that had the audience   \ngasping, screaming and cheering in turns as the pair stalked one another about the   \nring. It was fake it had to be but it was amazing, their act a convincing panoply of   \nattacks, blocks, counterattack and dodge, it was almost possible to believe that the   \nbig cat was really trying to kill the slight figure in sparkling gems who wove about   \nthe ring with sinuous grace even when they were under attack.\n\nAfter the cheering died down Koneta announced a brief recess, a half hour break so   \npeople could refill their drinks and snacks and catch a breath of fresh air. The   \nhouse lights were bright and stifling and the cool breeze wafting in through the tent   \nflaps as they were tied open was inviting. Tugging at his sweaty shirt collar Lez   \nshrugged out of his blue Alpha Tempo blazer, discarding it negligently over the back   \nof his chair and stood up, scratching his stomach, stretching and burping loudly.   \nSeveral other VIP guests looked at him askance but they all backed down when he gave   \nthem his signature toothy grin. Ignoring them all Lez looked about for the coon   \nshaped host and smirked when he saw her in the shadows beneath the set of raised   \nbenches next door. Unbuttoning the top of his shirt he flexed, smoothed back his hair   \nand sauntered over to lean on one of the wooden support so he could casually gaze   \ndown her top.\n\n\"So what sort of perks do us VIPs get during this intermission?\" he gave her his best   \ncharming smile and was pleased when she gave him a shy smile in return.\n\n\"Well sir all food and drink is complimentary as is access to the last night after   \nparty, if you would like to go back to your seat I'll bring you whatever you like.\"\n\nLez gave her a big grin then, reaching out to brush back her hair, she was totally   \ndigging him. No girl could resist someone with his physique. \"Are you part of the   \nafter party package?\"\n\n\"Perhaps sir... why don't you return to your seat, maybe I'll bring you more beer and   \nshow you the way to the after party when the show is over.\" She was looking way,   \nmuzzle hidden behind her head as she spoke; she made no move to back away from his   \ntouch however.\n\nPurring in triumph Lez gave her shoulder a pat and sauntered back to his seat,   \nassured that she would be won over by him easily, she was already being much more   \nfriendly then she was with the other guests. He spent the rest of the interval   \nguzzling beer, munching nachos and flirting with the coon, she sure had an arse to   \nadmire inside that skirt of hers. By the time the second part of the show started   \nLez was properly blitzed, clapping haphazardly and cooing at the pretty light show as   \na rather scruffy looking rat brought the darkness of the tent alive with a   \nkaleidoscope of music and light. Following the lightshow there was a slap-stick   \nroutine with a calico cat up on a stage creating amazing things with regular looking   \ncooking implements only to accidentally drop them on someones head as they rushed out   \nof the shadows to catch it, it was light hearted entertainment but fun and a nice   \nbreak before Koneta returned to stage and announcing the evenings finale!\n\nThe audience lights faded away and pin-points of white light started to illuminate   \nthe ceiling, the velvet black backdrop of the tent roof decorated with a sparkling   \nsea of seas. Three sets of lights began to swing back and forth... slowly at first,   \npicking up speed until three graceful figures flashed into sight, their tight, form   \nfitting costumes glowing with purple, gold and white motes of light. Lez gaped, it   \nwas the ballerina otters from the square, and they joined hands and plummeted toward   \nthe floor, free-falling in a spinning circle. The tiger found himself holding his   \nbreath along with everyone else until just as suddenly as they appeared they let go   \nof each others hands and swung gracefully away from each other into the darkness to   \nland on high platforms above the ring. The acrobatic trio posed for a moment, letting   \nthe applause that thundered into being wash over them. Lez joined in alongside them,   \nsure they were nancy boys in tight fitting girly costumes but hey they had been right   \nabout putting on a fun show. As the applause died down Lez found that his eyes had   \ngrown used to the low, ambient lightning, he could see the otter's clearer now, their   \nbodies wreathed by the field of hazy light projected by their costumes. A moment   \nafter the applause trailed to a natural end and they were off, leaping, swinging,   \nspinning, jumping through the air into the darkness, guided only by the faint white   \nlight of the twinkling stars.\n\nLez didn't notice the music at first, it slowly snuck up on them all, a gentle   \ncrescendo of music, a slow, plodding, dedicate theme that accompanied the otters as   \nthey gliding through the air, spinning and tumbling, falling through the darkness,   \nleaving streamers of purple, gold and white mist in their wake only to catch a hidden   \nbeam or trapeze and change direction. It was magical, mystical almost and the trio of   \notters didn't stop for what seemed like an age, their bodies twisting and tumbling   \nthrough the air above their heads in time to the beautiful music. It was uplifting   \nand even cut through some of the alcoholic fog clouding his mind, a namby pampy fairy   \nlight show but it took some skill to swing on trapeze in the dark. Settling down low   \nin his seat, head tilted back to watch Lez sipped his beer gawping as the trio of   \nacrobats started to get faster, literally flinging themselves through the air,   \ngetting lower and lower with each tumbling leap through the darkness. The trail of   \nlight they left in their wake lingered, forming a zig zagging, swirling, helix from   \nthe ceiling down to the floor where the otters landed lightly on the central   \nplatform. As their feet hit the platform it burst into light, illuminating them   \nbrilliantly and then darkness fell and the big top was left in shadow.\n\nOne by one the stars overhead winked out and slowly the house lights started to come   \nback up, illuminating the blonde, black and white otters on the central podium. They   \nbowed modestly to the crowd and the house burst into screaming, thumping applause.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------\n\nStaggering out into the cool night air Lez yawned and looked about, trying to locate   \nthe raccoon girl as she sauntered ahead. Catching a glimpse of her tail flicking   \naround a corner he staggered after her, senses dulled by gallons of beer he was still   \nsure that no woman could escape him. Turning the corner much too fast he stumbled and   \ncrashed into the side of a cart, grabbing it with both paws he looked around blearily   \nand then grinned when he spotted the raccoon, ignoring the dark tents and caravans   \nsurrounding him. The fact everything was quiet finally sunk into Lez's mind and he   \nperked up, the sound of music and the crowds around the big top were muffled by   \ndistance.\n\n\"You sure this is the after party doll?\" straightening up he sauntered toward her, or   \ntried to, it was more of a drunken lurch but his mind was already coming up with   \nreasons why she'd want him all alone away from the main party. \"Or you brought me out   \nhere for a private little party of our own?\"\n\nWrinkling her nose the raccoon gave him a light push before stepping out of reach,   \n\"Oh it's a private party alright, right this way,\" she span around and staying ahead   \nof the inebriated tiger hurried through the flaps into a dark tent. Lez only heard   \nthe words private party, purring in anticipation of what he was going to do to the   \ngirl he staggered into the tent.  \nHe got a few steps inside, the tent flap slapping closed behind him when the two   \nfigures lurking in the darkness pounced, seizing his arms, forcing them behind his   \nback and bending him forward to plant his nose to the sandy floor of the tent.\n\n\"Hey bit rough love,\" Lez slurred out, wriggling ineffectively against the paws   \nbending his arms up against the small of his back. \"I'm the guy here so just let go   \nand.... we'll... do this proper....\" he trailed off as his muzzy mind finally   \nprocessed what he was seeing. The raccoon girl was standing in front of him, which   \nmeant whoever was, holding onto him wasn't her. Growling Lez struggled against   \nwhoever had hold of him but they just put their weight on the backs of his knees and   \nthighs, pinning him.\n\n\"What's the game...\" he growled, struggling to react through the haze of alcohol that   \ndulled his senses and made it hard to think. She just grinned at him and ground her   \nfoot atop his head, forcing him nose first into the sand, \"My name is Rosaline not   \nlove and like I said private party just for you.\" she looked at whoever was sat on   \ntop of him and smiled at them, \"Have fun girls he deserves whatever you have   \nplanned,\" and with that she walked back out of the tent.\n\nLez yowled and bucked back and forth, trying to pitch his assailants off, there were   \ntwo of them however and they were wiry and strong keeping him pinned in an awkward   \nposition which stopped him putting his hard earned muscle to good use. He really   \ndidn't like the way the raccoon had called his attackers girls and even before the   \nblonde otter Jacobson lit the lamp hanging from a peg he knew who he'd see. Twisting   \nhis head he growled at Tom and Alrendo, wriggling harder to no effect as the lycra   \nclad otters kept him pinned beneath them.\n\n\"I'll gut you for this... all three of you, I'll tear your cocks off and make girls   \nout of you all you fags.\" he barred his teeth then gaped as Jacob peeled off his   \nslick, sweat and oil soaked costume, dumping it to the ground and stretching. The   \nsight was impressive, smooth blonde fur glistening with moisture lying atop sleek   \nmuscles, an impressive package and plump sheath and not a sight he wanted to see.   \nAverting his eyes he growled another threat then gasped as someone grabbed his hair   \nand forced him to look up, straight into Jacob's taint as he crouched over his head.   \nThe tip of his nose sunk into the smooth, moist folds hidden beneath the otter's   \nballs, the rich, familiar scent of a woman flooding his nose as the blonde bitch held   \nhimself in place, his cock resting along the bridge of Lez's muzzle.\n\n\"See the thing about making us girls Lez... is our dad already beat you too it,\"   \nJacob quipped, growling in pleasure as he forced more of the tiger's muzzle into his   \nsex, moaning as that orange fur slid over his sensitive inner walls, stretching him   \nwider with every inch that sank into his warm interior. \"We... ahh decided to share   \nit with you though... so don't worry, by the time... I let you out again... you'll be   \na proper girly boy and can be a ballerina too.\"\n\nLez struggled harder, forcing his muzzle open to growl out more threats but all he   \ngot for the effort was a mouthful of warm honey that left him spluttering and   \nthrashing around. His tail was about the only part he could move freely so he lashed   \nit from side to side, watching with wide eyes as the blonde otters sex drew closer to   \nhis eyes. What he was seeing made him shiver and freeze, it was a trick; a scare to   \nget back at him for how he'd been behaving earlier, the little slut might be wide   \nenough to fit his muzzle inside but his whole head that was ridiculous. Squirming,   \nLez let his tongue lap out, tasting the otter, she... he... they had a rich flavour   \nthat made him purr and run his tongue about the inside of the otter's sex. He close   \nhis eyes as the top of his head pressed against those moist folds, purring deeply,   \nvibrating the warm flesh against his muzzle which he was happy to notice made the   \notter yelp and squirm atop him. He purred deeper, expecting them to tease him or   \nsomething, his purr crashed into a mewl of horror as the folds pressing against his   \nhead twitched and flexed wide, rolling over the top of his head with a wet squelch.   \nMore of the otter's honey soaked past his head, along his next and across his   \nshoulders as the tight ring of flesh closed completely about his neck.\n\nLez was frozen in shock, he could feel Jacobson's smooth, hot, clinging sex pressing   \nagainst his forehead, ears, a constant flow of liquid matting his hair, plastering   \nhis whiskers to the side of his head. Opening his eyes he blinked rapidly to try and   \nclear them but he only got a glimpse of a dimly lit moist tunnel before he had to   \nclose them again. It had to be a dream, a bad booze induced dream, flexing his hands   \nhe tried to move but the otter's holding him still had a firm grip on him. Panting,   \nswallowing a mouthful of honey he mewled then drew a shaky breath to call out.   \n\"O...ok you've made your point...\" he stopped to cough and swallow again, talking let   \nthe overactive otter's sex pour more honey into his muzzle, he couldn't spit it out   \nand something about it appealed to his taste buds. \"Good joke... I'm sorry I called   \nyou ballerinas... now pull me out.\"\n\n\"Is that fear I hear in your voice kitty, and here I thought you were starting to   \nenjoy yourself?\" the voice was muffled but it sounded like Jacobson, \"Don't worry   \nthough... we got plenty of you to go,\"\n\nLez wriggled his shoulders, trying to push himself back out but the impossible   \nhappened, the pair holding his arms shoved him forward at the same time the slick   \nwalls around him gripped his head and tugged him deeper. The tiger's mewl of horror   \nblended with Jake's scream of pleasure as the big cats broad shoulders spread the   \notter's sex wider. Lez found his head mashed against slick walls, his body awash with   \nslick, warm liquid and as the otters let go of his arms to assault his clothing he   \nfound he couldn't move his arms to gain any leverage. Cool air brushed over his back   \nand sand ground against his bare stomach fur as they tore his shirt off. Then before   \nhe could gather his wits and use his powerful legs for leverage they had his trousers   \noff and sprawled their weight atop them, immobilising him again.\n\nMewling loudly Lez wriggled back and forth, feet scrabbling, claws gouging out tracks   \nin the sandy floor. It was hopeless however, all his wriggling did was make Jacob   \nmoan louder and help the grasping, tugging, slickness all around him drag his body   \ndeeper. Tom and Al were pushing on his body, sliding him inside their brother, until   \nhe felt those slick folds oozing over his waist and his muzzle prodded into a ring of   \ntaught flesh deep inside. The tiger couldn't stop, escape was beyond him and with a   \nwet squish he found himself being pushed and pulled through the flexing cervix of the   \notter he was being fed into. Whimpering he drew another musk laden breath, gasping as   \nhe found himself breathing in the rich air of the otters womb, slowly starting to   \nspill into the open space.\n\nIt was another tight fit though, Lez's head pressed into the warm, spongy walls,   \nstretching them out, bulging the otter's gut. Wet and warm, slick and gooey, thick   \nlayers of Jake's honey soaking his body, smearing over the stretching cocoon of flesh   \npressing in around his body. The tiger was losing himself to the hot musky air, the   \nsqueezing passage of his body as it was dragged deeper, his feet left the outside   \nbehind, moist flesh folding in around his toes, rippling walls grasping the fur on   \nhis legs and pulling them up to join his curled frame. Arching his back, panting   \nheavily as the air grew thicker, muggier Lez licked his lips and tried to call out.   \nIt was hard however, everything felt heavy, the warm walls pressing in against his   \nbody were soft, welcoming. With one final, plaintive mewl Lez slumped down, letting   \ngo of his struggles he curled up as the confining space demanded, letting himself   \nfall into the oblivion of sleep.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe warm rasp of a tongue between his legs slowly brought Lez back to himself,   \nwhoever was licking him was insistent and talented, faint shocks of pleasure were   \nsparking into his brain at each pass of the warm broad tongue teasing him. Moving   \nlightly, legs opening wider in his sleepy haze he squeaked softly, body shifting   \nagainst the warm forms on either side of him.\n\n\"Ah... stoppit... mfff let a tiger wake up first girl.... plenty of... mfff me to...   \ngo... around.\"\n\nFlexing his groin he was startled when the solid thwap of his dick against his   \nstomach didn't happen, he had been expecting it to move when he tensed. What he   \nwasn't expecting was that tongue to return and slide itself between two layers of   \nflesh, flesh that parted tenderly and caused intense pleasure to ripple through his   \nbody. Sitting up with a squeak Lez stared down at the otter head snug between his   \nthighs, pure white fur with piercing red eyes staring up at him as their pink tongue   \ndipped back into his sex, teasing over new, sensitive flesh.\n\n\"I... I...\" he couldn't speak, just stare and shiver as another insistent ripple of   \npleasure passed through his body... His body... holding out his arms he stared at the   \nstick-thin arms covered in dusky orange fur. His chest had lost its definition and   \nstripes, all his hard earned muscles, gone. Worse he didn't have breasts... he was   \nstill as flat as any guy. Letting his eyes travel lower he noted his hips were   \nslender and his tail as it flicked into sight was long, whip like and covered in a   \nsoft downy coating of nearly blonde fur. Shuddering as the otter gave him another   \nlick down there he squeaked which made him jump and clap a paw to his muzzle.\n\n\"No...\" desperately his fingers ran across his muzzle, before he opened his mouth so   \nhe could feel over the buck teeth pressing against his front lip. Shaking at what   \nhe'd find the former tiger ran his hands up and over his ears, feeling the large   \nradar dishes that now sprouted on either side of his head. He was so distracted by   \nthe changes to his body that when a wet otter nod prodded him in the neck and a pair   \nof arms encircled his chest he squeaked. This was followed by him twitching and   \ngroaning with a blush as Alrendo's tongue slid over his sex again.\n\n\"Relax Lez...\" Jacobson's voice purred in his ear, his nose travelling over his fur.   \n\"It's too late to complain now...\" he chuckled softly, as the orange mouse squirmed   \nin his arms, stuttering and trying to find his voice but all that came out was   \nanother squeak as Alrendo continued to lick and tease him. Jake's head moved around   \nhis neck and up to his muzzle and kissed him, it was a light kiss but it had the   \ndesired effect, causing Lez to shift his legs wider so Al could drive his tongue   \ndeeper.\n\n\"I think our girls ready,\" Tom rumbled from where he was sprawled on his side,   \npressed up against the mouse's other side. \"Should we make her feel comfortable   \nwhilst we enjoy that delicious body you gave her?\"\n\n\"Re... ready for what... I... you guys I am going to... ahhhh,\" whatever he was going   \nto was forgotten as Alrendo shifted. He moved atop him and pressed his dick firmly   \nagainst the warm entrance now snug between her legs. The otter grinned down at Lez as   \nhe lay beneath the athletic otter, the mouse's eyes were wide and he was trembling as   \nhe felt the warmth of Al's dick against his moist sex. \"No... Please... I ... I am   \nnot a girl... I'm a Jock.... I... oooooh.\"\n\n\"No need to beg dear... you'll love this.... you deserve this,\" Al's voice was a low   \npurr and Lez had only a moment to notice that the other two otters had pulled away   \nwhen Al gripped his shoulders and rolled. The former tiger found himself lying atop   \nthe otter and that cock spreading his folds as he sank onto it. There was pleasure, a   \nsharp moment of pain and then more pleasure, causing him to cry out and cling to the   \nbody beneath him as Al's hips drove himself home. It felt so weird, he could feel the   \notter's cock deep inside him, sliding over the soft walls within, his body   \ninstinctively clung to that dick, squeezed over it, tugged on it, wanted more.\n\n\"This is... wrong...\" Lez managed between groans of pleasure as the otter slowly   \nstarted to fuck him, hips rolling, dick gliding back and forth inside his tight   \ntunnel causing the mouse to moan and clench, body trembling from the stimulation.\n\n\"Feels... good though dont it girly?\" Al teased with a broad smile, \"Just... relax   \nand get used to it.... there ain't no going back....\"\n\nLez cried out, fear, pleasure, confusion spiking his mind at the unfamiliar   \nsensations and he felt his groin grow moist, liquid soaking out around Alrendo's   \ndriving cock as he shivered through his first orgasm. It felt so very different and   \nthe otter wasn't finished, he kept thrusting, fucking, driving his shaft in and out   \nof him, leaving him squirming and moaning in delight as the sharp, unbearable   \npleasurable feeling continued with each shift and sliding thrust of the otter's dick   \ninside him. When Alrendo finally got himself off inside him it felt weird, warm slick   \nliquid rushed into his body, leaving him tingling, gasping and slumped over the white   \notter beneath him, groaning in ecstasy.\n\n\"I... I... please... no more... can't stand... anymore...\" he trailed off as Alrendo   \nhugged him, kissing his neck and slowly, tenderly drew his dick back out from inside.\n\n\"Nearly done, we just need to package you for delivery and then we are leaving town   \nwith the circus.\" Al murmured into his fur, fingers tracing over his back, scritching   \nup to fondle his ears as the mouse let out a very confused squeak.\n\n\"Deli... delivery where... I....\" Lifting his head into the scritching he squeaked as   \nhe found himself nose to tip with Tom's cock. The black otter grinned down at him and   \nsmeared pre-cum over the tip of Lez's nose.\n\n\"Just a short trip in comfort back to your Frat house... you can show all your muscle   \nbound Frat brothers what a good girl you are.\"\n\nLez wasn't given the chance to object; Thompson thrust his hips forward and spread   \nthe tip of his cock around his head. He wasn't entirely surprised the otter's cock   \ncould stretch that far. The slick flesh flattened his ears to his head and closed   \nabout his new, scrawny neck in short order, what he was more in a panic about was how   \nhis frat brothers would react when they saw him like this! If they even believed it   \nwas him...\n\nWriggling back and forth the mouse found himself slipping deeper into the clinging   \nflesh of Thompson's dick, it was different from his last trip. The scent was richer,   \nmore masculine and the otter's pre-cum squished around his body in thick continuous   \nwaves that helped lubricate his body and drag it deeper. It was a tight fit, the   \notter's shaft stretched just far enough to s let his body through, and the hot flesh   \nsqueezed his frame, pulling him along, helping him to drive headfirst into the hot,   \nsticky depths. It's inexorable climb up the length of his body, the slow, tormenting   \ntease against his fur and the hot, potent otter musk that rushed into his lungs with   \neach shuddering, squeaking breath. It was all too much, coupled with the thought of   \nbeing left out where his brothers could find him, his identity, everything he had   \nworked for, the title of Alpha male, leader of the Frat house... all of it stripped   \naway, reduced to a squeaking, desperately horny mouse slut. With one last squeaking   \nsigh Lez passed out, his body making the rest of the journey into the hot liquid   \nfilled prison easily.\n\nWithout the constant struggles of his protesting guest working against him Thompson   \npacked the little cunt-boy into the safety of his nuts. Stretching he grinned at his   \nbrothers, legs spread wide to either side showing off his large nuts to them.\n\n\"So shall we make that delivery we promised?\" His smile spread wider as the other   \notters nodded, kneading his bulging sac with their paws. \"Well then, lets drop the   \nlittle girl off and skip town.\"\n\n~fin\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Transformation Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/258660-cirque-de-koneta.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/451369-running-away-to-the-circus.json"}}