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The summer air hung heavy above the small town in Florida. Even as late as it was, it was still at least 80 degrees. Some called it normal. Aidan called it hellishly hot. The air itself seemed to sweat, as miserable as the furs currently breathing it in.

The timber wolf sighed and fanned himself with his shirt. It's not like he'd asked to move to such a godforsaken place. He'd been perfectly happy when his family had been living in Canada. At least there it wasn't so hot most of the year. The humidity certainly wasn't helping, of course. His grey fur felt matted with the oppressive heat, sweat glistening on it, his shorts and tank top felt like they were too much. His frustration was only amplified by the fact that he couldn't take anything more off. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be in a nice, air-conditioned club. Maybe some nice dragon with a stunning smile looking him over... He grinned at the thought.

After a moment's thought, the wolf stood up and walked out of his home. It had to be less stuffed up and stale outside. Stretching languidly, he decided to go for a stroll around the small plot of land. Maybe he'd find something interesting to occupy his time. Something to stifle the incredible feeling of boredom that had permeated his every moment in this town.

His wanderings around his parents' property soon took him to the edge of the small forest just behind the house. Dense brush kept him from seeing anything past the first section of the bog. He was intrigued by the promise of cooler air, and possibly the discovery of somewhere he'd never seen before.

The wolf caught the scent of something hanging on the air just as he parted the brush, walking under the canopy of trees. It smelled sweet, like citrus flowers, yet there was an undercurrent to it that, strangely, made his skin start to tingle and his sheath swell. How odd. He'd never smelled the like before. Maybe some new sort of flower existed in the copse of trees.

Soon he reached the center of the forest, where a small pond of remarkably clear water sparkled, and the surface seemingly untouched. That was strange. Surely the water had been tainted by dirt or branches. The scent was stronger, and the only thing preventing the wolf's arousal from leaving his sheath was the constricting confines of his tight underwear. There didn't seem to be a source to match the scent, however.

The closer he walked to the small pond, the stronger the scent got, until he finally could take it no longer. He had to take off his clothes. His mind registered that thought as just a little bit strange, but the arousal that the sweet scent had triggered was already turning his brain to mush. He needed to paw. That was the only thing that mattered to him right now.

He found a stump near the river and took a seat, his eager paws lowering his shorts and baggy boxers. The first touch of his sheath drew a moan from his lips. Gods he was sensitive today. Usually it took a lot more than this to get him excited. He was already feeling the tingle of arousal.

His concerns were soon silenced when his 8 inch member slid from its sheath. There were more important things to think about, after all. Namely, the need to spill his seed. Aidan's length slid through his paw, copious amounts of pre dribbling from the tip and coating his paw. Yeah, much more important things.

It wasn't long before his hips started pumping up in that telltale rhythm, knot swelling to its full thickness. He was so close. Just a little more and he'd be shooting into the water. He stifled a small giggle at the thought. The water certainly wouldn't be clear after he was done.

His moment was interrupted by a splash from the small lake. Jumping to his feet, the wolf looked closer at the water, his member standing at its full length still, the scent hanging in the air making sure of that.

"W-who's there?" Arousal and a slight amount of wariness made him shiver softly, a slight breeze across his member almost making him jump. There couldn't be anyone else out here, could there? He leaned in to the lake, searching the pristine depths for any sign of movement. Nothing. Not a sound or movement anywhere near the still water.

Turning around, the wolf starts to walk away, chuckling to himself softly. He must have heard some tree branch falling into the water or something.

Unbeknownst to the wolf, a large, blunt tentacle was slithering over the grass towards his ankle. He let out a yelp as it wrapped around his ankle. The orange blossom scent had strengthened to the point where his head was starting to swim. The undercurrent of pure, unrestrained sexual energy in the scent was making it hard to think. His throbbing arousal couldn't have been more obvious, thick length drooling a fountain of pre-cum onto the grass.

Wrapping around his ankle, the tentacle gave a sharp tug, knocking the wolf onto his rump. He could only claw at the grass as that inordinately strong tentacle pulled him closer to the lake. He could see several more of them slithering towards them, these covered in a thick slime, from which the alluring scent was issuing. His whimper was cut short by a moan, one of the testicular newcomers wrapping around his length. Oh, gods, was it slick. It felt like an unimaginably tight muzzle wrapped around his length.

His hips started to pump involuntarily, the tight, muscled tentacle milking his member and even working his knot. His terror was starting to slowly melt away as the slime soaked into his skin. Something in it was coursing through his blood stream, calming him and making his body hyper sensitive. Every stroke of the tentacle resonated through his body, making him pant and release his hold on the ground. All he could do was twitch and surrender himself to their tender caress.

The tentacles seemed to take this as an invitation, one of them wrapping around each of his extremities. When he reached the edge of the lake, the insistent tugging stopped. A particularly large tentacle started to slide up along his stomach, the slimy length teasing each nipple through the thin fabric of his tank top on the way to his muzzle, drooling the sweet smelling slime along his fur.

The horny wolf barely managed to open his muzzle in a soft moan before it was stuffed by the roaming tentacle; his taste buds alight with the sweet, thick slime that covered it. He unwittingly started to suck on the invader, his tongue swirling over it to get as much of the slime as he possibly could. It pushed in and out of his throat, which, surprisingly, was relaxed and receptive. He didn't gag like he thought he would. In fact, the soft pulse of the drooling tentacle was soothing. It felt like it belonged inside of him, feeding him the delicious fluid.

Another one of the slippery little buggers pushed itself against his tailhole, eliciting a soft, muffled moan as it slid right in. There was no pain, despite the considerable amount of stretching. This was no doubt because of the slime which, unsurprisingly, made a wonderful lubricant.

Aidan's world was filled with the sensation of being violated so completely by whatever creature the tentacles belonged to. Despite this, he doesn't seem to mind. The pleasure they were giving him was enough to get rid of any qualms he may have had. His hips arched and his toes curled. He was so close again. He thought he would lose his mind as he felt his orgasm swell, and then break over him like a wave on the shore.

With a wordless little whimper, the wolf started to release, his cock pulsing in the tentacular grip and coating it in sticky canine seed. Something was wrong, though. Every thick shot made his member shrink by an inch or so. His balls were following suit, pulling up and shrinking as they went back up into his body. Within moments, the wolf's member had completely disappeared. In its place was a virgin vagina. The lips blushed red with desire, moisture already glistening on their newly formed surface.

Within seconds, a tentacle had penetrated the new hole, the sensitive inner walls stretching around it. That slippery slime quickly had him moaning again, the aphrodisiac in it making him so much more sensitive. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad to be a boy with a pussy. It would certainly make finding a boyfriend easier.

The tentacles in each of his needy holes were starting to synchronize their movements, leaking even more of the lubricant into him. When he started to whimper, they sped up, pounding into him at a speed no normal fur could match. The wet schlick of each push filled the small clearing, bringing a blush to the Aidan's cheeks. He could feel the slow, agonizing building of pleasure deep inside of him, making him squirm and whimper even more loudly. His new little clitoris pulsed against the slippery surface of the tentacle, the slimy surface teasing it relentlessly.

Finally, just as the wolf was about to orgasm for the first time since his change, the tentacles started to bulge, thick alien seed working its way up the length of each tentacle before spraying from their tips into all 3 of his holes. Feeling his body being pumped full of so much cum, stomach bulging a little bit, the wolf started to orgasm again, his new vagina milking the tentacle for all it was worth, his own juices dripping down the slippery lengths while he tried his hardest to swallow everything that was fed into his greedy throat.

He felt giddy as the tentacles withdrew, even going so far as to lean in and lick the tentacle that had been in his muzzle in an almost loving gesture. The aphrodisiac pulsing through his system made him feel almost drunk. He was soon dozing off, his legs spread and a smile on his muzzle. Maybe living here wouldn't be that boring, after all. He could certainly get used to coming to this clearing. Possibly multiple times a day, if it would always be this good.