[DolphinSanity] A Course in Being Tarrex by teryxc

Yuki the fluff dragon opened the door to the bar slowly, a look of curiosity on his face as he took in the scene: mood lighting in warm colors toward the bar, fading to a cooler blue glow in the backmost parts of the seating area. Around the interior, decorative figurines in the shapes of traditional guardian-spirit styled monsters had been painstakingly hand painted in rainbow patterns with an emphasis on purples, existing in a silent show of solidarity with the establishment’s usual clientele: men who had sex with men.

This was one of those bars with a private backroom type of area, but it was usually quite well-occupied, and Yuki hadn’t quite come here for [i]that[/i] tonight, anyway. He was stressed out about his university studies and had arranged a part study-date, part relax-and-hangout date with his otter friend Kerri. This bar had seemed like a good place for it, since whenever they weren’t digging into their physics texts, they could observe the motion of the inevitable men hanging out at the bar… maybe hit it off with one of them before the night was over, but that must be only a lucky coincidence, not his primary focus.

A variety of species were present, with it taking some effort to find two people of the exact same anthro animal type -- a pair of slim, lanky timberwolves who appeared to be a couple, over in the blue area, were the first that he noticed. Meanwhile, most of the men up front by the bar were bigger and buffer than Yuki.

Yuki didn’t see Kerri in either section, and a quick peek at his phone revealed no new messages, suggesting that Yuki was first to arrive for their paired study session.

He noticed himself drawing a few gazes and the occasional smile or smirk as he stepped inside, and we wondered what each of the onlookers saw in him during that first accessing glance. A colorful cutie, with his cyan horns and sclera and deeper teal irises? A warm, fluffy companion, with his broad triangular ears and fur reminiscent of an orange tabby? An adorably snuggleable twink, with his slender build and ruffled, spiky brown mane of head and neck hair?

He sighed, took a deep breath, and pulled his charcoal gray hoodie closer around him. Feeling self-conscious, he tugged gently at his already loose collar -- matching his hoodie, but with cyan accents -- and stepped inside.

He and Kerri were really supposed to be studying, but… darn it, they needed some way to unwind while they did that. Even if it was just being surrounded by the background noise of a gay bar while he dove into a book, his phone, and a soothing cup of tea. Plus, this place smelled faintly of cinnamon, as if someone had burnt a scented candle or similar, and it would be a pleasant aroma to have around while they worked.

Letting go of his collar, Yuki refocused. He found a two-seater table along a wall and claimed it by putting some of his things there. After sending a quick message to his buddy that he had arrived, Yuki went to queue up at the bar… which put him closer to what looked like some cruiser action in progress.

A darker, blue and teal dragon wearing a form-fitting black outfit was standing by the bar, leaning back against it with his tail curled around one of the adjacent barstools. He had a wild-looking golden mane that looked redder due to the mood lighting over the bar area, giving the hair a sunny quality. A remarkably buff bottlenose dolphin wearing only a lifeguard’s red speedo and a white plush towel (enfolding his shoulders and torso from behind, leaving his pecs and abs exposed for ogling) was seated on the stool encircled by the tail, with the dolphin facing similarly away from the bar and resting his hands back against the counter as he watched the dragon attentively. One seat further away was an even larger orca who at first glance looked like he might actually be naked, but upon closer inspection turned out to be wearing a tight black costume similar to the dragon’s, albeit covering less of his muscular body. Both the dolphin and orca had flip-flop style black sandals resting between their stools and the bar, not currently worn, leaving their large and smooth feet exposed, while the dragon wore long black shoes that matched the rest of his outfit.

In terms of overall size and build, the dolphin and orca were quite similar, with the orca being about what Yuki would have expected from a casually body-building member of that species, while the dolphin was practically a hulk, sporting an exceptionally beefy upper body compared to the more athletically toned dolphin lifeguard types he had encountered elsewhere. The dragon, while clearly someone who worked out, seemed lean and trim by comparison, though it wasn’t immediately certain how much of that was reality and how much was an illusion because of the tightness of the clothing. He did notice the man’s arms and legs bulging against the fabric at the slightest motion, suggesting there was more meat there to be explored.

Yuki couldn’t help himself, his pulse quickening as he took in the view. The dolphin was arguably violating the bar’s dress code even as lax as it was, but was no doubt getting a pass because the proprietor here was fond of lifeguards and swimmers. Yuki wasn’t a big swimmer himself, but his otter friend was. He could already imagine how much that one would want to take a dive… face-first onto those rippling waves of abs.

“Ya sure you don’t want to hang out?” the dragon was saying to an unusually lithe-looking Appaloosa horse whose black T-shirt bore a suggestive image of a stick-figure horse anthro on all fours being straddled by a stick-figure fox-anthro with a spinning lasso held high above him.

“Ah, no thanks… I’m meeting someone else soon.”

“Not an otter, surely,” said the dragon, which made Yuki’s ears perk tall.

“No, a nice vulpine fellow if you must know.” The horse clicked his teeth once. “My boyfriend.”

The dragon nod-nodded, a snicker rising. “Well, it’s a shame I don’t also have time to give any riding lessons tonight. The other one I’m seeing needs help with physics.”

Physics… really? The dragon had already met up with Kerri? Well, that was…

[i]Hot. Handsome. [b]Hunky.[/b] Go with him. Talk with him.[/i]

These weren’t quite literal, verbal thoughts in Yuki’s mind, but they were the wordless voice of his groin as arousing sensations snaked their way warmly up his spine. Kerri had occasionally mentioned that a few of the university’s professors were not-so-secret frequenters of venues like this, and while Yuki didn’t recognize this one or his aquatic eye-candies, he doubted if he knew even a tenth of his campus’s faculty anyway.

“Hey, uh…” Yuki started, waving a hand for attention before recalling that he didn’t know the dragon’s name. “Mr. Dragon, were you talking about my friend Kerri?”

The dragon’s golden eyes riveted toward Yuki. “Ahhh, you must be Yuki! Kerri arrived just ahead of you and is washing up.” He pantomimed daubing motions along his face before sweeping his right arm down as he made a brief bow from the waist. “Professor Teryx Commodore at your service, but my friends here call me Professor Storm. A nickname.”

“Forgive me,” said Yuki, “I don’t recognize you, but I don’t know everyone from the university.” He reached to shake Storm’s hand and was struck by the professor’s tall, slender-yet-muscular figure. “You’re in the physics department?” It was more a hopeful ask than an expectation.

“Hm, physics is a nice subject,” Storm replied -- then turned to take a small glass of a pink, fruit-flavored alcoholic beverage he had ordered. He downed the entire thing with uncaring ease and then let the glass clink firmly on the counter as he set it back down. After wiping his tongue along his maw-lips and pearly fangs, he continued, “It’s not my primary, but I could teach enough for your 101 and 202 sorts of things. I certainly know all that needs to be said about wind speeds, the movements of vapor in air, cloud formation… oh, and of course, [i]thrust[/i].”

Storm winked and made a hardly subtle pelvic motion, which caught Yuki off guard and made his heart pitter-patter again. “You sound like you’re into meteorology,” said Yuki, trying not to sound as attracted as he was already starting to feel.

Storm smiled, saying, “A favored topic of mine. Fascinating how fast the weather can change… why, the weather in this city has been quite strange lately, hasn’t it?”

Yuki chuckled. “That freak storm? My building was on generator power for a while. Makes me glad to get out and mingle again.”

“Of course~”

Kerri the otter emerged from the bathroom at that point. He had a slender, somewhat curvaceous body with a pronounced and shapely behind, which had had chosen to accentuate further with close-fitting tan shorts and a tan vest so tiny on him that it didn’t close fully in the front. His femboy build did not look out of place next to the soft, eminently cuddle-able fluff dragon; he did however look small and fragile compared to both Storm and the cetacean hunks accompanying him. If Kerri was on his usual behavior, he would see that difference in power as a challenge and try to match up to it using all the slutty wiles at his disposal.

“Hey, Yuki!” squeaked the otter. “Ready to [i]stud[/i]-y with us?”

The fluff dragon tried not to react to the play on words, especially considering that he was attempting not to show excessive or improper interest. “I’ve got my things over there.” He gestured to the table. “Should we move to a bigger table, or--?”

Storm chuckled -- while the orca and dolphin high-fived each other for no readily apparent reason. After the gesture, the two hunks slipped on their sandals and stood up, turning to face Yuki and Kerri fully.

“You should come to my place,” Storm told them. He stroked Kerri’s shoulder -- the otter had scooted over within arm’s reach of him like a cat in need of petting -- and explained, “Things get noisy around here when it gets much later, and I’ll find it much less distracting at home.”

Yuki wanted to ask if Storm was serious but found it a little intimidating. Kerri was pressing up into the touch, now getting his shoulder rubbed.

It was obvious the dragon was trying to pick them up…. that was really obvious, but…

Yuki exhaled, his heart thumping so much he could feel his pulse in his earlobes.

“Yuki, relax~” Kerri told him, eyes closing and voice sinking into a dreamier tone as Storm rubbed up the side of his neck and face and paused to press along one of the otter’s temples. “Professor Storm is great, if you can’t already tell. He’s really smart~” The otter gasped and looked briefly dazed as Storm took the hand away. “Whew, we have some [i]chemistry[/i], sir!”

Yuki felt a little jealous at this. Kerri didn’t melt for just anybody, so however Storm was rubbing him must’ve been pretty good.

“When you touch me I feel like I could lose myself in you, Professor~” the otter cooed.

“Well, if you like that, I’m sure you’ll like my friends here [i]extra[/i].”

Kerri nod-nodded. “There [i]is[/i] a lot extra about them. Extra muscles, extra height…”

Storm smirked. “Admit it, you like them because they put fantasies in your head.”

Yuki smiled and decided to assert himself a bit: “Of course, he’s Kerri!”

The otter stuck his tongue out. “Yeah, I’m a slut, especially for smart-handsome types. You’re not some pure angel either, ya cute fluffy thing.”

Yuki blushed under his fur and waved his hands in protest. “No, no! I am perfectly innocent, I swear!”

“Heh, wash that lie out of your maw,” Storm told him as they started to go. “Only the [i]guilty[/i] get to study with me.”

As they were leaving, Kerri and Yuki ended up at the back of the group. Yuki grabbed his belongings and hurried up; when he caught up to Kerri, the otter slapped his arm excitedly and then vividly pantomimed the act of a footballer scoring a goal.

* * *

It was a four-block walk to get to the residential building where they would be hanging out. A bus was parked outside as they departed, but Storm forewent it and encouraged the others to do the same, saying that a walk of that length was best thought of as a warmup before study.

“After all,” Storm mentioned, “most bodily systems work better after some exertion.”

That was definitely true. Yuki could feel his blood pumping and his mind clearing as he forced himself to keep up with the taller and considerably fitter trio of manmeat -- err, [b][i]men[/i][/b], ahead of him.

Despite this, the two students lagged several paces behind the three. This didn’t seem to concern them; only Storm took the occasional backward glance or listening head-tilt; the hunks beside him kept marching onward.

“Say, Kerri? How’d you get in touch with this guy anyway?”

The otter clapped his hands together. “Well… I arrived before you by ten minutes or so, but before texting I decided to go clean myself up in the men’s room a little, and well…” The otter’s voice quieted as if to avoid being overheard by the general public, though no one else was passing them at that moment. “While I was in the men’s room, there was this one gloryhole… now, [i]understand[/i], at first I thought someone had covered it up with tape because of the black surface I saw through it.” He made a flat pane with one hand to illustrate, then a hole with the thumb and fingers of the other, before parting them in a shrug. “Guess I wasn't looking closely enough, because a moment later this big red orca tool was flashing itself at me, and [i]ohhhhh[/i]!” He fanned himself with his hands. “I was [i]not[/i] prepared for that kind of offering [i]before you even got there[/i]! So I did what any good friend would do and halfway volunteered us for a fun time with Prof. Storm and friends!”

Yuki’s neck serpentined a few times in frustration as he said, “You could’ve asked me!”

“Yeah, but… I mean…” he gestured multiple times with increasing broadness at the studs they were now accompanying. “Do you [i]disagree[/i]?”

Yuki sighed. The otter had a point, even if it was a naughty one: male anatomy was the only subject [i]either[/i] of them felt interested in studying now. Not that they had needed much of an excuse. There was an ulterior motive for going to study at a gay bar, after all: at least if they didn’t learn much, they might get picked up by some cruisers who were fun.

The building was typical urban fare, scarcely drawing an upward glance from anybody in the group. Storm led them in and filed them into an elevator, the ceta men standing folded-armed along either side of him and facing outward in unison like some sort of pair of bodyguards. It was weird, but also super hot because of their scant garments. Yuki caught himself staring at the topography of the dolphin’s chest and sides -- and then saw the dolphin grin by opening his jaws slightly, without quite looking at Yuki.

The fluff dragon peeled his gaze away, wondering if this was one of those “prepare your rear sooner rather than later” types of nights

Storm let them into the flat, which was smallish with a standardized layout. It was designed to house two adults who were okay with sharing a bedroom, though it could be made to hold more. The living room portion of the flat’s “living plus kitchen” area had been converted into someone’s [i]de facto[/i] bedroom, courtesy of a large futon that doubled as the sofa. The actual bedroom had been largely converted into an exercise room, with the front part of the floor left clear, a large TV mounted on one wall and a sturdy workout bench (backless and wrapped in black pleather) on the floor a short distance away. A jogging machine stood further in, oriented toward the TV. One of the back corners featured a bunk bed (the top bunk made up and conspicuously lacking any belongings, while the bottom bunk was unmade). A tiny computer desk and a laptop were near the bed.

Basically, it was a two-person “no homo, but maybe actually homo” sort of setup like Yuki had seen among his fellow students on occasion. In general the neatness of the place wasn’t what Yuki would have expected from a professor, but it came off as more cluttered than dirty, which was encouraging. Still, he doubted it belonged to Storm.

“Is this your place?” Yuki asked the orca and dolphin, who replied by mutually grinning, flexing, and nodding.

“Of course it is,” said Storm, who either hadn’t seen the studs reacting or chose to claim the flat as his own. Turning to more directly see the looks being exchanged by Yuki and the hunks, he added, “Don’t worry about their not speaking, by the by. They’re into it.”

The otter blinked. “Into being quiet? That’s a new one. Goodness, that would be the worst fetish in the world for me!”

Storm chuckled but soon turned, leaned against the kitchen counter, and threw on the charm. “You do strike me as a bit of a talker, but I see no reason why you’d need to fret about what these two enjoy. You could say their kinks are… one-directional.”

“So this really isn’t a study session,” said Yuki, trying to muster up a socially appropriate amount of indignation as he put his backpack aside.

“You must be one of those professors who makes their students suck them off for extra credit!” said the otter. He did not sound like he considered this a bad thing, which made Yuki wince a little. In part because he [i]sort of[/i] didn’t mind the notion either, at least not right now.

“Oh, I don’t have to make anyone do anything,” Storm said shrewdly. “Certainly not for long. I’m very effective at teaching, I assure you.” He shrugged, adding one faux-modest qualifier: “Within my field, at least.” He then gestured at the kitchen behind him and sauntered into it. “Drinks? Snacks?”

Yuki relaxed -- disarmed by the segue and also diverted from asking what he had been thinking, which was, [i]What exactly do you teach?[/i]

Stepping toward the fridge with the otter behind him, Yuki opted to ask for a nonalcoholic soda he preferred. “Do you have…?”

* * *

With a snack of soda and some potato crisps, the group hung out in the living room.

Kerri the otter was impressed with the place, mainly because it was the first time he had gotten to use two men with total beach bods as beds. The orca and dolphin were both lying nude on their backs for him, letting him sprawl across their pecs and abs and adjust himself until he was cozy.

Yuki, for his part, was surprised to learn that Storm actually did know a great deal about the physics behind weather patterns, seeming to recite the knowledge as if it were burned into his memory by rote. He only occasionally needed to pop out a phone to search for a mathematical model to contextualize something he otherwise understood intuitively. He really wasn’t a physics professor, and was still clearly in this to bone one or both of them… but he didn’t lack for knowledge, either.

“Even the best mathematical models in the world can struggle to account for [i]true[/i] chaos,” Storm said, warningly, and winked.

“You sound like you’re on the chaos’s side,” Yuki observed.

Storm snorted. “I do like it when the [i]usual[/i] order of things gets challenged.” He hugged Yuki close to him and asked. “How about you?”

Yuki’s blood pressure rose enough that he could swear the Storm dragon must’ve been able to feel it through the part of his arm that was getting held and rubbed. “I’m not a big rule breaker, but…”

“Of course you aren’t. You’re a law-abiding citizen. It suits you: you look adorable, and no one would suspect you of evil, so why give them a reason? But I know that even the cute ones sometimes wish they could… [i]change[/i] more about their world.”

Yuki nodded. That was… admittedly true. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt like Storm’s embrace was a lot bigger than it was… like some larger presence was folding itself around him, caressing him. It wasn’t a “nice” presence… but it was seductive. Powerful. It could back up the suggestive language Storm was using. To lean into it was… tempting.

In Kerri’s perspective, there was no such presence to be felt. He was happy and in the moment, enjoying the way the big swimmers groped and touched him. With time he started teasing them back, fingering at their rippling chests and petting down their sides. Eventually, however, this reverie broke when Storm addressed him directly.

“Kerri! When we first spoke, you implied you have a magical butt.” He winked as if he clearly knew the otter was joking, but his tone was more serious than might otherwise have been expected. “Care to elaborate?”

The otter nodded, quickly, stood up, and turned to face Storm -- taking a moment to switch into a different and more theatrical headspace before answering. Meanwhile, the ceta guys also stood up and walked around behind him.

“Storm [i]senpai[/i], it is a sordid tale!” Kerri made a dramatic fawning motion, pressing the back of his right palm to his forehead and arching his spine so that he seemed to be staring toward the heavens to bemoan some dire fate. “Once, I was as tight as any other male, but one day some homesexual [i]fiend[/i] added an enchantment ‘of Holding’ to my bubble butt -- and ever since then I can take men of [i]any[/i] size.”

Yuki glanced over. “I thought you said it was from training on that [i]EXTRA[/i] extra large sex toy--”

The otter stiffened upright and waved both hands at him in a motion reminiscent of rapid paw-slapping. “Nooooo! [i]Magic[/i] butt!” The otter gestured passionately, making a huggably huge phallic-shaped tower with his arms, before throwing both hands in the air for emphasis: “Ever since then, my bubble butt hungers for thick, [i]studly[/i] dick! It’s as much a curse as it is a blessing!”

“I have [i]never[/i] met such an otter stereotype,” said Storm teasingly to Yuki. In a rare moment, Storm sounded like his interest was being dampened by how desperate the otter was acting.

The otter was unfazed. “I’m the rule that proves the exceptions! Now can we get on with it already? I need me some ceta sugar!” When the orca and dolphin scooted together around him, they chuckled and grinned lustfully but said nothing. “You guys sure don't talk much... not from around here?”

The orca and dolphin grunted at each other, grabbed the otter, and lifted him so far above the floor that they were able to turn him upside down -- Kerri hanging by his ankles such their pecs were at eye level for him.

“Hey, it’s okay!” the otter told them “These smoking hot bods say plenty!”

Storm shrugged off the desperate lutran. He nodded at the orca and dolphin and said, “[i]Tend[/i] to him.”

Simultaneous nods were the reply. From that elevated position, the cetaceans worked in unison to hold the otter in place and walk him forward into the adjacent exercise room, placing him face-first onto the floor with his thighs resting atop a narrow workout bench, leaving his butt in the air.

“Oh my~! Such rough brutes,” the otter told them as they divested him of his clothing. “Please don’t be too soft on me you big, sleek, handsome---ULP!!”

He had not expected dick so soon. He got it anyway.

Then, after a one-second delay and another eerily simultaneous grunt from the cetas, he got [i]more[/i].

“Ghhhk! Wa-wait! You can’t [i]both[/i]--”

But they could and they [i]did[/i]. Two tapered lengths of cock were sliding into his rump, the thicker parts working into him and making the fit progressively tighter. Not even being able to see them well right now, he had no idea how they planned on getting all the way inside him like this… it just wasn’t a good angle for them unless they both planned on--

The otter felt two warm, moist hands on his right pec and upper back.

He then felt the mirror image of that grip on his left.

He felt the cocks go deeper. Absolutely reaming him. The two men’s heads coming into his peripheral vision as they angled themselves dexterously across the bench, sideways and diagonal as they fucked him, their muscled forms so utterly poised and balanced that they in no way were bothered by the odd posture. Once they had hilted, then each lowered an arm, supporting themselves casually on it like an extra “leg” while all of their penetrative efforts were in their hips.

Kerri felt his hole stretching. A mewl of delight rang through the large flat.

* * *

Having followed over to the door with Storm, Yuki watched in amazement as both thick shafts plunged into his moaning otter friend. Yuki had a view of the hunks’ large feet and broadly fluked tails, along with being able to see the way their calf muscles flexed as they steadied themselves. He had a decent view of their gyrating hips and rears, as well as the motion of Kerri’s pucker being stretched and jostled as they went deeper.

Storm fondled the fluff dragon’s groin with one hand while petting his chest with the other. “Don’t you think it’s about time to remove that hoodie of yours?”

Nervous hesitation followed, but Yuki leaned against him. There was an intoxicating electrical hum in Yuki’s mind. He didn’t feel like himself anymore… but why did he need to feel like himself, after all?

Studying was all so tiring, like a slow march toward an endless horizon. The end was never in sight, and the exams were going to get so much harder from here onward. He had been told he needed an education to make it in life, but what if…

He turned and looked up at the wild mane and blue-gleaming, electrically charged eyes over him. His smaller, lithe self melting into the stronger dragon’s charisma and control.

Electricity coursed through him -- connected to him like a plug connects power to a computer. Storm’s energy filled his body and made his mind aimless and compliant.

[i]You should study [b]me[/b].[/i]

It was Storm’s voice, but it wasn’t spoken. It was his voice, as if Yuki had imagined it… but Yuki hadn’t imagined it, had he? His knees felt shaky as he pressed his face against the storm dragon’s abs, nosing over the definition of them, feeling them flex firmer at his touch.

Yuki, enthralled and peaceful, removed his hoodie… and his pants. The bulge in his underwear was sufficiently enjoyable eye candy that Storm let it persist for now.

For a moment, Storm’s hands ceased to touch him. It felt [i]bad[/i]: that raw connection between them [i]needed[/i] to continue. For the first time, Yuki could see clear visual signs of the magic: shimmering arcs of energy in the pawpads of the storm dragon’s palms, illuminating their normally black surface with an electric blue glow.

Yuki hugged around Storm’s waist, looking up at him, staring through half-lidded eyes at the smile of triumph the dragon was wearing. Yuki felt the need to burn the image of Storm into his brain… but it was already there. So much Storm in his head, with more arriving by the moment. He felt as if he could memorize every detail: the way each part of the mane fell this way or that, the subtle curvatures of each muscle and the relative length of each limb. His mind engrossing itself, casting out any other useless thought.

He made his way lower -- saw the thighs, sank his head past the genitals (of which he felt totally unworthy) -- rubbed his nose across a knee as he knelt down. His hands admired Storm’s ankles; his fingers teased lower to feel the similarly blue-charged pads of Storm’s feet. As he touched the large pads of the soles, that horrible sense of separation was finally salved.

Storm touched the back of Yuki’s neck with a fingertip, the energy shooting along the kneeling dragon’s spine in a closed circuit. Yuki remained that way for a period of seconds, enthralled and staring -- content, and emptied.

Then the fluff dragon found a new compulsion entering his mind: he must rise, bringing that snout upward between the thighs -- coming to rest against the balls. Yuki hesitated, scared of losing the connection, but the energy filling him compelled him to trust.

Shaky, Yuki’s fingers released the footpads. The connection dialed back but remained steady at a lower level, with Storm keeping one finger on him. Thus guided, Yuki’s head moved forward and upward: the storm dragon’s sack filled his vision, the shaft emerging atop the soft warmth of his head.

“Your new reading glasses look good on you,” said Storm.

Mumbling shyly, the fluff dragon protested, “Hey… I don’t need reading glasses…”

Storm grinned. “You don’t sound so sure. Maybe you should keep wearing these until you’re certain.” Then, quietly: “Once you’re sure, we could arrange a whole new wardrobe for you. I’m fond of tight fits and sleek exteriors.”

The space between Storm’s shaft and sack reminded Yuki, however faintly, of the scent of freshly unpackaged latex. He imagined the dragon must have already worn a condom earlier this same night… a total player, with boundless stamina.

He licked. He nuzzled. He rubbed his soft fur across the package, hoping this would do for Storm what it did for most men. Storm was receptive, using the one hand to rub along Yuki’s neck and encourage him. The more Yuki pleasured him, the more vigorous and squeezing the other dragon’s touch became. What started as a gently affectionate touch took on a tone of possessiveness and domination, as if the hand was gradually turning into a collar that wished to lock itself in place around his neck in place of his usual one.

Soon, Storm pulled his genitals off the fluff dragon’s head and knelt by him, locking gazes while reaching both hands to touch his forehead, before brushing the thumbs backward along both temples.

The ramped up to its fullest force, crashing against Yuki’s consciousness like a big wave onto the back of an unwitting surfer. His mind plunged, falling into those eyes and fuzzing into confusion as the current of something greater took him over.

He felt… submerged, yet buoyant. Floaty, yet aimless. Like there was air blowing through his fur. No more student, now, just an empty mind being blown about on the wind, valuable only because he was useful for Storm. Storm was his everything: the source of all euphoria.

Storm adjusted his grip and picked Yuki up -- held him there against the doorframe with one arm. The feeling of connection got fuzzier, leading the lingeringly enthralled Yuki to crave for it to be strong once more. His fluffy face watched glaze-eyed as Storm held him upright with one hand and pantsed him with the other. The sounds of fucking continued in the adjacent room, but Yuki no longer looked in there. Only Storm mattered; Kerri’s moans… didn’t.

Moments later, the storm dragon slid him down onto that large and firm erection… ridged, girthy dragoncock penetrating him, lubricated by what was either a great excess of unusually textured precum or a rapidly applied squirt from a lube tube. Yuki didn’t know or care as he continued to fall into Storm’s eyes, a quiet gasp escaping as the penetration drove home to the hilt.

Storm’s perpetual bedroom-eyed stare met him, the fucking steady and deep, Yuki bouncing on him and hearing a lustful growl as the stronger dragon claimed him.

“You’re so afraid, worried,” Storm cooed to him, “but you don’t have to worry anymore. It’s all mine now. Every bit.”

Storm grabbed Yuki’s collar, producing an electrical crackle and a sizzling sound. Then there was an odd, liquid burbling noise as the collar felt cooler and… more elastic. Tightening slightly around Yuki’s neck. He reacted only slightly, feeling the lower temperature and gasping in a way that was barely audible while his erection ground up against Storm’s solar plexus.

Yuki could not see it, but his collar had turned into a black, solidifying latex as Storm grasped it. There was a prickly feeling at the back of his neck a moment later as the substance started to make a subtle infiltration of his spine and brainstem. A chilly feeling came over him as a strange presence crept into his mind, filling the emptiness with something… [i]other[/i]. Something dark and awful and wonderful that had no purpose but to adore him, to adore this man who was fucking him. Every thought, every nerve that it touched made Yuki shiver, feeling less himself and more uneasy… yet he found it impossible to get angry, or to grow too fearful. Instead he bounced himself more, the pleasure growing in his rear as he needed… [i]needed[/i] what Storm was about to give him.

As if in sympathy for that urge, Storm ejaculated quite suddenly -- the cream flowing thick and hot into him and drawing a quiet grunt from the dragon as he released. It flowed into Yuki’s depths almost as if it was alive, not merely puddling and drooling down by dint of gravity, but flowing further inside of him and feeling warm.

Storm ravished him with a deep, wet kiss while remaining there. He hadn’t truly knotted the fluff dragon, but it was quite unneeded. He pulled out, shaft still rigid -- a knowing grin spreading as he let Yuki down, watching the dazed fluff dragon remain there with an arm instinctively clutching his bloated-looking belly as he remained stuck in the hypnotic mental loop.

Reaching down to pet Yuki on the head, Storm sent him a silent message.

[i]Turn around and look.[/i]

With Storm’s hand still on his head, Yuki pivoted onto all fours in the doorway, looking again at Kerri’s ongoing ploughing, which was just now reaching its apex. The dolphin and orca [b]His allies[/b] had seemingly paced themselves, perhaps as if [b]not daring to climax before our Master Storm[/b].

Now, both cetaceans’ bodies were rippling. They pulled their cocks back almost to the point of sliding free -- at which point the members turned black and fluid, before corkscrewing around one another like two entwining tentacles and hammering back into Kerri like a single conjoined cock. The otter gasped as the studs changed and shimmered -- their skin becoming like moist tar, and glowing blue draconic attributes forming on their bodies. Scaly frills. Claw marks, like old scars. Their images both very much the same -- and very much skin to a devolved, black latex imitation of Professor [b]Master Storm[/b].

The corruptive, whispering presence at the edges of Yuki’s thoughts receded only briefly as he struggled to react in disgust to what he was seeing -- the thick tentacle-cock pumping that bubble butt full of Tarrex cum. It was enough to make his own guts feel hot and over-full in sympathy…

“They’re monsters,” Yuki uttered -- too serenely.

“Monsters of the very best kind,” confessed Storm as he caressed Yuki’s cheek with an index finger.

Still enforcedly calm, Yuki continued, “You’re not really a professor, are you…”

“I may not have my degrees and paperwork, but fear not. I [i]am[/i] the best teacher for the only class you two will ever need.”

The fluff dragon made a cute smile. “Advanced topics in servicing men?”

Storm knelt by him -- continuing to pet him encouragingly as he whispered. “A 101 course in [i]being [b]Tarrex[/i][/b].”

Yuki's body twitched. Hearing [b]Master[/b] say the name [b]say our name[/b] caused a jolt and a stirring inside of him. Yuki [b]The host[/b] had never heard that name before, but as [b]Master’s[/b] touch held to his head and, he felt as if he did indeed know [b]our own name: Tarrex…[/b]

The fluff dragon’s bowels churned, something oily and warm expanding to fill them, Storm’s cum transmuting itself into another of these symbiotic monsters inside of him. Despite this, [b]the host’s[/b] feelings of panic had already reached an unusually low ceiling -- which then continued to sink, all fears and anxiety fading to nothing. The fact his abs were wriggling as something moved inside didn’t bother him… [i]couldn’t[/i] bother him. [b]Why would that bother us?[/b]

A thick tendril of self-propelling tar emerged from his rear, enfolded his abdomen, and cupped the dangly parts of his groin.

[b]We are Tarrex.[/b]

Storm smiled, chin rising in pride as that sentence in the new host’s thoughts became true. While Kerri prattled on about how much the studs were stuffing and filling him -- and then started to freak out about their appearances before having his mouth shushed by a thick latex hand -- the dragon that had been Yuki underwent a rapid and economical encasement and conversion. Tarrex goo assimilated his fluff -- delved through his pores, made him part of it. It was already in his nerves, now expanding rapidly to take over the rest of his body. His cute horns -- engulfed, and then made to glow with the same color as the other drones’ attributes did. His smallish body packed on some strength and a bit of height, gaining more of that sleekly muscled athleticism that Storm sported, though not quite matching it. The eyes, for now, remained the host’s color… but a pinpoint of red was forming within them, tainting the irises. As the latex twisted itself over the rest of his structure and integrated with bone and sinew, he felt… faster. Predatory and dangerous. The redness in the eyes spread, like a growing starburst, pushing back the teal.

Useless books… studies… [b]we have work to do for the Master.[/b]

Tarrex-Yuki observed the wet latex cocks of the no-longer-disguised Tarrex kin as they at last pulled themselves upright to a stand, still holding the otter between them. They watched as their double load of symbiotic goo pried Kerri open from both ends, rapidly engulfing his body and morphing him into a somewhat dwarflike manifestation of a full tarrex: the dragon anatomy overwriting most of his lutran features except for the extra-thick rudder tail and some details along the face.

Once the changes were far enough along, the cetacean-hosted Tarrexes let him down and allowed him to rest his arms on the end of the exercise bench while his knees rested on the floor. He had bulked up considerably in terms of muscle, but his height hardly increased. Instead, his beefing up gave him a stockier appearance, and his rear in particular was looking [i]extra[/i] bottoming-worthy, the latex pumping his “magical bubble butt” up to greater prominence while allowing for harsh muscular squeezing that could successfully milk even the least-sensitive of shafts. He groaning and burbling the near-mindless chatter of a newly minted drone, he clenched his rear a few times experimentally, the void of his tailhole showing its flexibility as he puckered it and then gaped it wide by his own mental and muscular action.

“Go make use of your fellow Tarrex,” Storm told the one he had just converted.

A rush of compulsion flowed through him in response. Doing what Storm said felt instinctively right. He found himself putting one goo-coated foot in front of the other immediately, his cock rising and erecting and he made his way over to pound that rear.

Yuki wouldn’t have really been into topping his otter friend, but that didn’t matter now, because Yuki’s identity and priorities were melting away to let Tarrex take deeper hold. A Tarrex [b]obeys Storm[/b]. A Tarrex [b]fucks when needed, gets fucked when needed, spreads more Tarrex when needed.[/b]

Arousal like no other flooded him, every possible button turning on as he grabbed the otter by the sides. He felt and enjoyed the heat and strength in his goo-infused body. Groaning in delight while the other studs watched, he hoisted the former otter’s rear, lifted that thick tail aside, and plunged his shaft inside.

The Tarrex beneath him growled, ass squeezing hard around him. A lingering hint of the host’s old lusts, perhaps, engulfed though those urges now were within the roar of the storm’s many captive voices.

If Master said for Tarrex to mount Tarrex, that is what the Tarrex would do. No need for thoughts other than Master’s thoughts. Only serve, grasp, fuck, and make more Tarrex. These and similar mantras repeated themselves in the new drone’s consciousness, deeply masking the personality that had once been there and substituting it for that of Storm’s creation.

The lingering thread of the host’s mind could hear the others in his thoughts… so many other Tarrexes in the city now, all equally encased in this perverse latex purity -- all made smooth and more similar to one another as imitated Storm’s urges and image. This fate should have horrified anyone; even Yuki knew this… but it felt pleasant. The voices moaning within the Tarrex hivemind were moaning in pleasure. Endless, mind-breaking pleasure without end -- interrupted only by moments when they failed to carry out Master’s commands.

The more his shoved his thick, glowing blue cock into the submissive drone, the less the earlier memories mattered. Yuki and Kerri seemed like mere characters in a story now, even as Tarrex became more and more engrossingly real.

[b][i]Tarrex…[/i][/b]

He growled as he fucked, the redness in his eyes spreading further until even the cyan background of his old eyes was no more. He saw red, both literally and metaphorically, the heat outside of him now obvious -- and the heat within unbearable, resolvable only by rutting this other drone as hard as possible, just as Master had commanded. Sleek, tight -- the resistance and friction made him feel hungrier to fuck with each passing moment, his passion rising as he ensured the other drone was pinned, restrained, and claimed.

“Tarrex… serve. Tarrex, [b]fill[/b]…”

He felt strong. He felt capable. He felt the pressure rising, flowing as it should, the pleasure overtaking the need at last as he pumped the sub full of latex-infused cum.

He knew the extra dose would help that one to develop additional size or muscle as Storm might desire… though it seemed the master was somewhat fond of its current use as a smaller cum-dumpster for the others. That bubble butt [i]was[/i] pleasantly tight.

“Another pair for the fold~” commented Storm as the topping Tarrex pulled out, stood, and turned to await his further orders. “Perhaps turning this flat into a proper party zone is in order tonight~”

Without missing a beat, Storm grabbed both of big cetacean Tarrexes by their necks and compelled them to lie down for him -- Storm then reclining across both of their abs as he reached for one of the phones he had collected from them previously. Briefly turning one of his own fingers black like latex, he created a stolen fingerprint to unlock it -- and started browsing for other friends to invite over.

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