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The video started with a blank wall. A tall, buff unicorn sat down in front of the camera and adjusted himself a bit to fit everything in view. "hi. Um... my name's Zach. At least, that's what it is here. We're not supposed to be like this. ok, um, let me start at the beginning. As you can see I'm a thirty-something unicorn stallion. But... a month ago? A month ago I was something else. I was still a unicorn but... but I was different. Look, have you ever wondered 'Why are there two mens rooms in the mall?' Have you ever wondered why they sell 'his and his' toy sets? There used to be something different than male. I know I sound crazy, but I know it! Here, let me tell you what the last month has been like..."

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The alarm went off as normal at 5:30am. The annoying screech was met with a black furred hand. Three thick fingers groped at the night stand, pushing the snooze bar before sliding back under the covers. A groan could be heard, followed by an equine muzzle peeking out from under the sheets. A little grunt, a soft shift, and the silhouette of black on dim light pulled upright. From the tall equine ears to the even taller horn, the shape cut by that shadow was clearly a unicorn, maybe seven feet from hoof to ears.

One three toed hoof set down on the carpeted floor, followed by a second. Slowly the uni shuffled their way to the door, made their nude way to the bathroom, grabbed the toilet and relieved their morning tensions. Bare flesh came into contact with ice cold porcelain and a scream echoed through the two bedroom apartment.

A twenty something grey fox came tumbling out of the other bedroom, naked save for a well worn pair of briefs barely holding in the endowment between his legs. He grabbed the knob on the bathroom and threw the door open, only to find his roommate sprawled on the floor, back up against the wall. Naked as the day he was born, the stallion's dick was flopped on the tile, his eyes wide, his fingers groping in a lack of comprehension at the root of the fat tube of flesh.

"Woah, Z, if you're gonna do that, at least tell me first so I can watch," the fox said casually.

"Uh... wah... yeah... um, Cas, I think something's wrong..." the stallion said quietly, tugging his hefty organ into the air. He pointed it at the fox, who laughed and reached down to squeeze the unflared tip.

"What could possibly be wrong with a magnificent piece of hoss meat like that, Zach?" The uni froze up, only to moan happily as a pulse of firming flesh rolled up his organ.

"Because," the equine panted back. "I know I didn't have it yesterday!" There was a smell in the room. An amazing smell. The smell of male. It had the stallion, Zach, staring up at his vulpine companion. "Cas..." he moaned, only to open his eyes wider as the five and a half foot tall fox got down on his knees next to the stallion and wrapped that organ in his lips. Zach couldn't even respond, feeling alien yet familiar pleasure roll through his frame while his roommate casually blew him right there on the bathroom floor. No words could describe the sensation in the unicorn's head, his mind thick with arousal and slow to respond.

Zach watched all twelve inches of horse-flesh vanish into the fox's gullet, only to come out again glossy and wet. Over and over again that muzzle buried itself against his hot crotch until it became too much. With a shout of unrestrained happiness, the unicorn lost it and unloaded himself into the fox's eager maw. He stared dazedly down, unable to think for the pleasure burning through his loins.

"Damn," the fox said, sitting up to grin. "how can you be that pent up?" The fox, Casca, merely wagged his thick brush against the door, offering a hand to the now spent stallion. "You drain those balls several times a day as it is!"

"N...no Cas. No I don't. I've never done that before... you 're my roommate and you just blew me in the bathroom!" he narrowed his eyes, then looked up. "Think real hard man, yesterday things were different."

Casca's face was a mask of confusion for a long moment. His cum stained muzzle scrunched up, his brows knit, only for his eyes to open wide. "Yeah... yeah... I think you're right. But what was different? Something with your cock right?" The fox wiped a little stream of jizz leaking from the rapidly softening organ and licked it off as casually as he might scratch an itch.

The unicorn stallion nodded his head. "Yes. Something about my dick. I just can't think of it. There was something different about it yesterday. Something very different." he shook his head slowly, then reached out for the other male. "Ugh... I'm going to be late for work, we should probably get some breakfast in. Maybe if I stop worrying about it for a while it'll come back to me. I know it was important."

Both men touched noses for a moment before Casca helped the unicorn to his feet. They made their way to the kitchen, fixed breakfast, then went to shower. Casca went first, Zach waiting outside. All this time he'd been nude and some little thing was tickling at the back of his mind. He shouldn't be wandering around his apartment naked! But why? They were both men, it was perfectly natural. Just like getting an erection or sharing a blowjob to get rid of the morning wood.

"No," he said under his breath. "That's not right." There was that smell again. The smell of male. That hot, thick musk that just seemed to pervade everything. He knew a day ago... just... just yesterday that made him feel gross. "Fuck..." he tossed caution to the wind and pushed the bathroom door open, looked through the glass door into the stall at the shape of the fox inside "Hey, mind if I join you?"

"Hell no!" came the enthusiastic reply from inside the shower. "Get that sexy dick and balls of yours in here." The linoleum floor squeaked softly under the stallion's hooves as he made his way in, shaft already half hard. This was normal... right?

Glass doors slid open, then shut, revealing a soggy fox casually scrubbing his overpacked sheath and the seven inches of foxdick jutting out of it. Despite the soap and steam, the large glass cubicle smelled of cock, balls, sweat, and MALE. It had Zach's mind almost blank with just how good it was. Both hands grabbed Cas by the shoulders and spun him around, pushing the smaller vulpine up against the glass wall. "I swear, I don't get this way," the unicorn huffed while his horn pressed side on into that same wall.

A soft moan escaped his roommate as the unflared head of his dick pushed under that soggy brush of a tail. With all the wet, Cas was surprised that the equine's dick slid in so easily. He was a cock lover but that monster shouldn't fit. Wait... why did he think that? He took that cock all the time... right?

All thought left both males' minds as anus spread over cock, colon stretched over glans, then belly bulged with fourteen inches of equine manhood. It didn't take the tall 'corn long before he was balls deep in the little fox, snorting hotly as his own scent mingled and mixed in the air. No said a small voice in his head. This isn't how it works! That voice was quickly crushed under the weight of steaming gay sex. Hips slammed into ass, pre slickened guts, balls slapped balls. It was blissful, it was perfect.

As before Zach didn't last long, the stallion feeling like he was on a hair trigger. Equine flesh flared and pulsed. Veins throbbed and glands pulsed and squeezed. Ropes of jizz blew from his cock, this time right up his roomie's hot, tight ass. Perfect.

Both of them sank down, the hoss on his knees and the fox squatting, both of them basking in afterglow. It wasn't until he felt a splattering of something thicker than water on his ears that Zach opened his eyes and looked up. The entire wall of the stall was white! Potent, musky fox spunk coated the glass, the front of Casca, and even dripped off the ceiling!

"Woah... you musta been pent up yourself," Zach said in a lazy, content voice to the back of a fox ear. Little did he realize that Casca wasn't the only one. The fox's belly was bloated, strained from within from the size of the 'corn's load. It took Zach a few minutes to work up the awareness to nose the silent, panting fox. "Cas?"

The fox merely moaned, which prompted a hand to feel over that wet furred tummy. Zach gasped in surprise. Why was he surprised? This was how much he always came! No... no he came less earlier, didn't he?

Once again the doubts were banished by the feeling of a well used ass slurping itself off his sensitive cock, leaving him to shudder on the stall floor until the fox came free with a wet pop and a rush of rich, potent sperm.

"Aaaah... been waiting for you to just come out and do that for an age, man," The fox all but purred. "You shouldn't be so reserved. You've got a beautiful cock."

The stallion grinned proudly at that. "hey, you've got a nice ass. I can't think why we never just flat out fucked before. Let out a lot of tension." Both stood again slowly and finished their shower, forgetting for a time that little voice that was quietly crying out that everything was wrong.

That voice remained all but a inaudible whisper until both males stepped onto the city bus twenty minutes later. Packed into their clothes, the two males casually stood next to each other. The bus was full of men of various sizes and builds. What surprised Zach was how many of them were in various states of arousal. What shocked him was how many of those were activly engaging in sexual acts. It wasn't until he noticed moist heat wrapping around his erect tool that he realized Casca had unzipped his pants and was busily blowing him again.

He shrugged and let it go, if it made the dude happy, what's the harm? He felt nervous, but no one else seemed to care.

"Hey hoss!" a brown lizard said casually, grabbing the back of the fox's pants and pulling them down. "Mind if I use your guy's ass? I'll use a rubber."

Zach was thunderstruck. His head nodded dumbly while his foxy felatator happily curled his tail high. The lizard pulled out a massive uncut prick and wrapped it in a condom from his pocket. The already horny horse only could groan as he watched the lizard sink his prick into his friend. Why use a rubber? The thought just made him confused. It was an ass after all. Maybe he just wanted to keep clean. The thought process was once more interrupted by a particularly skilled suck and he moaned before blowing his third load of the day into his fox.

That thought made the equine pause. His fox? As his wet cock slipped free of Casca's muzzle, he just shook his head and chalked it up to the flash of climax. He still felt wrong somehow but better. He felt better still when the lizard groaned, then pulled back, only to tug the bloated, cum filled condom from Casca's ass.

"Aaah, that's just what I needed," the fox moaned, nuzzling his way up the unicorn's chest. The wet stain of the fox's climax plastered his left thigh and crotch. It was about then the driver called out the pair's stop. "Come on," Casca said urgently, "We'll be late. You know what Jim's like these days."

The hoss just stared, shook his head, and followed. Once off the bus it didn't take about ten steps before his dick was hard again. He sighed in exasperation and wandered to a concrete barrier, within which was a platner. He whipped out his cock, much to Casca's bemusement.

"Dude, I said we're going to be late, can't you make it to the elevator at least?" The fox came back, bouncing from foot to foot.

"Just.. give me a damned moment, ok?" the equine responded. He closed his eyes, fist pumping up and down his fat black meat as fast as he could. It only took a minute this time, thinking over the course of the morning so far. His cock flared, his pleasure sored, and both of his baseball sized nuts heaved in his slacks. His cannon fired a moment later, shooting a thick strem of jizz into the planter and painting a small tree's trunk. Then another, landing all over the flowers. Then there was another, hissing into the soil. A minute of masturbation lead to almost five of climax, the hoss blowing his wad in full view of passersby.

No one but Casca batted an eyelash. No one but the fox seemed to notice just how abnormally long that climax was lasting. "Z, man, are you ok? I mean, that's fucking hot but..." the vulpine trailed off as his friend and roommate's flood of rich, musky sperm came to a drooling end. He found himself leaning in to lick the last of that seed from the horsecock. "Done now?"

Zach nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm done. Shit... we're late." he checked his watch, then started a beeline for the door. He didn't even bother putting his dick away, letting it flop wildly and splatter the last of his climax all over his pant legs and shirt.

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It was a tense elevator ride up to the thirtieth floor of the office skyscraper. The small space was packed with men, the smell of sweat and musk was unbearable. It didn't help that a couple of them were casually stroking their cocks. Even Casca had to admit, this whole thing felt weird. It wasn't like this yesterday. He knew it wasn't. When their floor came both fox and unicorn stepped clear of the remaining bodies, a pre stain down Casca's shirt and jizz stain on Zach's ankle.

"So," the fox said. "Lets sneak to our desks and hope Jim doesn't see us." It was to no avail, however, as standing in the hall of cubicles was their boss. Jim was a eight foot tall bull orca, cut like a tank. The tall male was former military, and had a strict code about attendance.

"Zach, Cas, I'm disappointed. Come on, into my office." The whale turned and made his way up the corridor between cubes. Cries of 'oooooh' and juvenile jibes came from the men along the way. To say that the pair had their tails between their legs was an understatement.

The pair shuffled into the big office at the end of the row, the orca closing the door behind them. "You two should know better than to come into work when one of you is in heat," the orca said with a chuckle. A grin spread the big whale's face as he turns around. "Who's the lucky one, eh? You Zach? Or maybe Cas?"

"In heat, sir?" Zach asked in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You know very well what I mean. One of you is in heat." The whale circled the both of them. "and I think it's you!" he said with a grin, stopping behind the fox. His blowhole drew in a deep breath and the whale's fat dick bulged in his pants. "I'll let you head out. Last thing I need is the whole office fucking when we have this deadline." Jim pet Casca's head. "Get your things at your desk and go work from home. If you can get anything done."

The whale turned to the unicorn and put up a hand. "You, however, need to stay."

Zach's ears pinned back as Casca slipped from the office and headed back to his desk.

"Zach, when are you two going to just stop pretending and do it?" The bull orca asked, only to sit down in his large leather office chair. The sound of a fly zipping open was followed by the black flesh of his cut dick flopping out onto the desk. "He's cute, he's into you, and you're late almost every day because you fool around all morning."

The unicorn couldn't believe what he was watching, his boss slowly masturbating right there at his desk. "I ah... well, it just doesn't feel right, you know," he heard himself saying, even as his own dick snaked down his pant leg. Pre was starting to soak into the slacks until he sighed and unzipped his own pants and pulled the fat, rubbery length of his dick out. "This has been getting annoying though," he said, rubbing around his unflared glans. "I can't think of anything but fucking."

"That's what I'm talking about," the whale said with a huff. "He's more suited for being at home taking care of things, man." Zach pondered that, only to become distracted when he realized his hand was stroking further than it had in the bathroom this morning. Was he bigger? Felt bigger. Felt... better.

"Boss, look, I know it's kinda odd to ask but..." The unicorn stepped around and licked his lips. "I gotta fuck something."

"What'd you have in mind?" the whale asked, casually leaned back and pumping his thick meat with one hand.

Zach couldn't get the idea out of his head. He came around behind his boss and kissed the head of his aching cock up against the whale's blowhole.There's no way this'll work, he thought to himself, only to push forward firmly, feeling the bull's nostril opening up to accept his shaft.

"What, that? Well, I've never had anyone do that before but go ahead." The equine couldn't believe his ears. Even as that fat cock slowly sank into the whale's head from behind, filling up a place that was never meant for cock before that moment, he realized... well, it wasn't all that unusual, right? It was a hole, and his boss gave him permission.

In went in slow but steady, Zach's mind a blank from the pleasure. His boss was furiously stroking his fat shaft as that organ sunk into his head from behind. It slowly moved forward, until the stallion's heavy balls pressed up against the smooth head of the orca. Hot leathery flesh met rubbery hide as the whale's lips parted around the tip of that cock, pre spitting from the pulsing cumhole.

Jim's eyes rolled up into his head as Zach began to thrust properly. Balls slammed against the back of that skull as the impossible came to be. He was fucking his boss right through, his pre spitting from the whale's mouth when the big orca's tongue wasn't busy slurping it up off his dick.

Both males were lost in a moment of passion, but it was Jim who came first. Thick ropes of seed erupted from his dick, painting up and over his suitcoat and oxford shirt. It wasn't just any climax either, that dick didn't stop pulsing for almost a minute, letting well over a gallon of whale jizz flood the room with its rich if slightly fish tinged stink. This pushed Zach into climax number five, dick half in his boss' head which caused the whale's cheeks to bloat wide... then cum to erupt from his lips and backspray out of that blowhole.

Jim swallowed lazily, but let much of the fragrant horse jizz spill over his shirt, a rather exhausted look on his face. Zach didn't pull back either, staying firmly in his boss. "Damn Jim... Shoulda let me do this a long time ago. You ok?"

The orca merely gave a thumbs up and returned to lazily milking his still hard man meat. He burped, the scent of cum floated up into the air after. "Yeah... That was intense man. But we'll keep that between us, alright?"

Zach slowly pulled his dick out of the other male and nodded his head. "Yeah... I'll just go... uh, help Casca home. That ok?"

"Sure man. Just hit the toilet on the way out and wash that cum off your dick," the orca replied with a wink.

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Casca felt very self conscious. In heat? He was in heat? He was a guy. Guys didn't go into heat, right? They didn't get pregnant! They went into rut. Rut when... when... other guys went into heat. "No, that's not right," he said as he settled down into his chair and began grabbing papers off his desk. "Not right at all."

"What's not right?" asked a voice behind the fox. Two big orange paws came down on his shoulders. "That your ass isn't full of my cock? I couldn't agree more!"

The tiger casually tugged the fox up out of his chair and pushed him forward. "No need to take them off for me, I'll just help myself."

"The fuck, Mike?!" Casca protested, even as he felt his sheath bulge and spit out his vulpine organ once more. He felt his pants pulled down and the fat head of the tiger's dick wedged up against his still cum stained hole.

"That's the idea Cas. If Zach won't stake a claim in this fine tail of yours, I will!" Before the fox could protest, he was full. Bliss exploded through the vulpine, leaving him panting as he was fucked by his coworker. He managed to look over his shoulder to see a whole line of men forming outside his cube. "Ah fuck..."

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Twenty minutes later a very full and sloppy form shuffled into the bathroom. Cum trailed behind the roughly fox shaped ball of jizz, making Zach recoil. "holy shit... Cas?" The horse turned off the water he was washing his dick off with and turned to face his roommate.

"Yeah," said a soggy, gurgly voice. "Um... I think I accidently the whole office." The fox waddled himself forward, only to grab the unicorn. Both of them hugged like that in silence, nothing but the sound of the fan pumping the air out and their heavy breathing to pass the moment.

"Come on," Zach said after the moment of silence. "Lets get you cleaned up. You look pregnant already. There's forty guys in the office. Did... all of them...?"

Casca nodded his head in confusion, ears splayed. He watched as Zach cracked open the paper towel dispenser before he just started peeling off long sheets of brown paper. With great attention to detail the equine rubbed down the fox, wiping cum from his ears, his nostrils, his neck. He pulled off the other male's clothes and set them to soaking in the sink.

"Do you believe me now?" the large black unicorn asked solemnly. "That things are wrong?" He smeared jizz off the fox's sheath and balls carefully, ignoring the growing erection in his own rather cum ruined pants. "The world isn't supposed to be like this. I mean, it's hot but it's all wrong!"

Casca's eyes closed as he sighed, pondering the day. "Yeah... you're right, Z. I sort of have memories of it being like this, but I also don't. I've got something else. Another place, like this, where... well, you were different, and people din't just fuck on the bus or in the office." The fox paused, sniffed the air. "is that... Jim's scent?"

It was Zach's turn to splay his ears, a proud if sheepish grin o his face. "Yeah. I don't know what came over me but I fucked him in the blow hole."

"You what?!" exclaimed the fox, only to fistbump the equine. "you go man. Holy shit that's awesome! That's like, popping a whale's cherry, huh?"

The phrase caused both guys to stop. "What's a cherry?" asked Zach in confusion.

"I don't know," replied Casca, brows knit. "But it felt right. I mean, that is the term right? When you take a guy's virginity? Doesn't make sense though. Wouldn't it be like, plowing his pucker? Or opening his browneye?"

Both men looked each other in the face. "This... is getting weird," the fox said. "Like... did you notice there's a second bathroom?"

Zach tilted his head, only for it to dawn on him. "Yeah, yeah I did! Wow, it almost just passed right over my head. Why would there be two? Why not one big one?" The unicorn licked his lips. "Unless there used to be something.... something not-male."

"Don't start talking crazy," the fox shot back. "That's impossible. Not male..." Still, confusion wrote itself across the mostly de-jizzed fox. "That can't happen, right?"

"I don't know," Zach said with dismay. "But I feel like I used to be... well, not-male. There was something different about my dick and my chest. My pecs were different. Softer? Not like a fat dude though."

Laughter began to echo through the room, Casca holding a hand over his eyes. "God damn man, listen to us. If the guys hear us they'll think we're both nuts. Lets just get home where we can talk in peace."

Zach nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah... yeah that sounds good. Let me go take a piss and we'll head home. Jim let me go to watch out for you. Maybe you should go empty all that jizz too, so it's easier to walk."

Casca looked down at his belly with dismay, "But it's warm! And I like feeling so full."

"You'll be a lot fuller," Zach said sternly, "If you end up pregnant with some dude's boy." The big hoss rubbed the fox's ears. "If anyone gets that treat, it'll be me, got it?"

Casca blushed furiously at that, but he couldn't stop the grin that spread his face at the big male's admission. "you got it, Z!"

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Wiped down and only smelling like a little jizz, the pair waited for the elevator. In a building as big as the one they were in, it wasn't unheard of to wait for ten or fifteen minutes for a car to stop on your floor going the right way. One hundred stories of offices and businesses, international headquarters, even an embassy sub office somewhere up on the 80th floor or so. It was a bustling place, with men of all builds and creeds moving in and out in a constant stream of bulges, asses, and musk.

Zach pondered these memories, feeling the strange dissociation of them, like someone shaved the edges to fit but didn't do it clean. Little burrs caught on the details, small areas that didn't fit right. Like the bathrooms. Two bathrooms.

*DING*

The elevator doors parted, revealing a young desert fox in jeans and a I Heart KY t-shirt. It had no real brand markings... Zach couldn't tell if the kid meant the lube or the state. Did I just associate a young teen with lube? A tugging at his hand drew him back to reality as Casca dragged him into the car and pushed the already lit L button.

The obviously teen aged fox's large ears perked up as the pair pulled in. They smelled like sex and heat. Of course... the kid wasn't a bed of roses himself. Casca ended up standing next to the other fox, unconsciously scenting the air as the boy's own heat scent filled the car.

"Hello," the teen said brightly, turning to look at the slightly taller fox. "Can I ask you to help me, cousin?" The desert fox's voice was clearly tinted with an accent from somewhere in the Middle East.

"Sure!" Casca replied brightly, his thick brush's cum matted side slapping against his tall equine partner. "What's up?"

"I ah, have a powerful need to be filled and your friend there is a bit too large. Would you please help me, cousin?" The sandy colored vulpine already had his jeans down around his ankles by the time he finished speaking, bare ass presented as he grabbed the bar on the back of the car.

Casca found himself unzipping his pants to release his throbbing organ, the mushroom tip already half free of his sheath. "Sure, kid. Anything to help out."

Zach found himself leaning back against the far wall of the car, kneading the growing erection in his slacks while the two foxes got into position. "Don't tie man, we gotta run to the bus when we hit the lobby."

Casca nodded and the boy moaned as ass met cock and smoothly slid inside. "What's your name?" the grey fox asked, nuzzling the smaller male's ears.

"Saleem," the boy said. Stereotype much? "But my friends call me Sal. You can call me that too, my friend."

The grey fox's hips jerked, burying every inch of his fourteen into the smaller vulpine, making his belly bulge. "Call me Cas. Though I doubt we'll be seeing each other again. Big city and all."

The boy just smiled, his own ten inches bared and spitting streams of pre down the glass mirror back wall. "You never know, my friend. You have a very nice cock."

"And you've got one hell of an ass. How old are you?" Casca's hips worked quick and heavy, slamming his balls through his slacks up against the kid's bare nuts. They felt heavier than he recalled.

"Fourteen," the boy replied, only to moan when a rather well aimed thrust hit his prostate and caused his own broad organ's cumslit to spill about a pint of hot pre. "Almost there, my friend."

Both foxes began to growl and huff as the numbers above the control panel counted down. Twenty three... twenty two... twenty one...

"Don't have long Cas," Zach reminded, even as he played with his balls, hand down his pants.

"I know!" said the fox, tail flagged as he pounded the boy. "Well, for fourteen you have a very skilled ass. Tell ya what, I work on the thirtieth floor. Whole office is my company. Just ask for me." He licked the younger vulpine's ears. Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen..

Both male's arched and Casca cried out, balls tensing up in his slacks as the first ropes of fertile boyspunk blew through the smaller, younger vulpine. Nine...

Saleem's own load sprayed across the wall, running down and adding to the musky heat flooding the car. Seven...

Casca held tight, making sure the boy's tummy was bloated and full before slowly drawing out. Four...

"Thank you, my friend. I'll come see you some time next week," the younger fox said, bending down to pull up his pants.

*DingDING*

The doors pulled open, leaving two sweaty foxes and one very erect stallion to step out into the lobby. Casca and Zach headed out through the front doors as Saleem stopped in front of a jackal in a black suit, grinning from ear to ear. Could this day get any weirder? The stallion wondered to himself before stepping out into the morning sun.

---

The rest of the day went rather quietly, both to Zach's dismay and relief. He and Casca both spent time watching TV, figuring out the rules of their new world in a more conscious manner. Of course, as evening approached, Casca finally asked, "Z, what day is it?"

The unicorn blinked, then pulled his phone, somehow completely undamaged by all the fluids, and said, "Huh. It's Friday." The two looked at each other, then grinned. "Well, that gives us a whole weekend to get the hang of this."

"That's what I was thinking, hoss. My ass has been itching for the last hour and I was thinking..." The fox stood up and casually pulled off his clothes one article at a time. "If we're here and things are like they are, maybe we should just roll with it? At least until we start finding some clues. We only need one bedroom, right?"

Zalis perked his brows. "Cas, man, that's the hormones talking. You're in heat."

The fox only grinned. "Nah, I've been listening to those all day. Z, I've got this feeling that even if the world didn't go 'balls to the wall' strange, I still liked you." He leaned in and gave Zach's soft equine lips a long, slow kiss. He sank down into the big, black furred male's lap and pressed his naked sheath up against the horse's.

The kiss lasted, tongues intertwining as the two men gave in to the instincts that had bound them since they woke that morning. A happy moan filled the air while vulpine hips slid against equine, short velvet fur rolled up against plush fox. Their balls fought for space between their muscled thighs, grinding and rolling about. It was a slow, heated pairing in complete contrast to the casual relief they'd been swapping through the day.

When their lips parted, Casca grinned down at Zach's heavy twenty two inches of rock solid horse dick. He ground his own sixteen back against the other, frotting along as pre bubbled from each yawning cumslit like small streams. "Hey," the fox asked in a soft huff. "Do I look bigger?"

"Bigger? Nah, you've always been hung but I swear I am longer than this morning," Zach replied without thinking. Both of their eyes met, their noses touched, and a simultaneous "Hot" huffed past their lips.

Zach slowly pushed Casca away, only to rise to his hooves and wrap an arm around the fox. "Come on, Mr. Hot Ass, bathroom first."

The door to the bathroom swung open and for a moment Zach felt overwhelmed and dizzy. Conflicting memories assaulted him of a small three quarters bath with a shower stall and the vision of a nearly bedroom sized space who's rubber coated floors were lined with drains. The shower too was replaced by a larger piece of a bathtub with a shower attachment. The huge basin was still walled on one side with glass.

"Whoa there big fellah," Casca said, arms wrapped around the unicorn. He carefully lead his hoss to the tub, reached in to turn on the water hot and steamy, then murmured, "Just breathe good and slow."

Zach giggled to himself. He slapped his belly, then wrapped his fingers around the head of his dick. Mentally he stroked down... one.. two... four... six... Until he reached the bottom. Twenty four inches. Two feet. He giggled madly, then looked over at Casca. "we're still changing. The world's still changing Cas! Quick, get in the shower before I'm too big for this to work."

Casca looked on in surprise, but was too horny to argue. "Are you sure you're ok?" He asked just the same, getting into the streams of hot water pouring down from the nozzle above.

"Never better," replied the stallion, standing up and letting his heavy shaft slap his belly and abs. He slid into the shower and closed the door. He noticed rubber seals along the edge and a latch inside. He could only grin at the implication. "Now up against the wall," he said firmly to his lover. His lover. Yeah, he liked the sound of that.

Casca obliged again, bracing himself against the tub's tiled wall. The rubberized floor gripped against his footpads a bit, but only for a bit as two big equine hands gripped him by the hips and lifted!

Zach snorted as he pulled the fox up and planted his enormous dick between the vulpine's asscheeks. No, it was normal. Hugely normal. That alone was a turn on to realize. He pushed, feeling tight muscle and hot flesh as it parted around his organ. The fox moaned, erection bulging and spraying the wall with a blast of thick pre that further fogged the air in his heatscent.

He could feel the burning hot iron of horse flesh filling his gut. He could look down and see the bulge rising up from his hips. Casca could only moan as it sank deep into his body, deeper than anything ever had... No... as deep as it always had. Why did he think otherwise? He slid down the wall, ass engulfing inch after inch of his housemate's cock. He found his loins on fire, throbbing, pulsing, surging from within to launch another wad of pre along the walls.

Zach nibbled at Casca's ear, the unicorn's world reduced down to the steamy stall and the god-like ass wrapped around his prick. The underside bulged, the flesh strained, then released a torrent of his own pre into his fox's ass. One of his hands shifted under Casca's left thigh, holding him there. The other slid along his belly, massaging the horseflesh through the bulged wall of that gut.

Flesh met flesh, balls met balls, and two men deep in the throes of passion moaned together in the shower stall. Despite the water, a thicker river was flowing down over the equine's hooves, rising as the fox's mushroom tip swelled and spat, gushing stream after stream of his growing bliss across the wall.

Casca's belly surged with another eruption from the sex-drunk unicorn behind him. Soft muzzle pressed into the crook of his neck, warm lips teased his fur, blunt teeth scraped his skin. This wasn't just sex. This was better!

Then Zach thrust his hips. Casca's eyes rolled up into his head as his belly surged, the increased pressure making it wobble and slosh. Then it happened again. Each drive by the large equine caused the fox's belly to swell further. First a softening of the hard bulge of cock, then a rounding swell that grew firmer by the moment.

The swollen belly trapped the fox's cock against the cool tile, forced his eruptions of pre to splatter along his navel, shoot up the wall, then flow down. "Oh fuck. Z! I can taste you!" That was the last thing the fox said before a look of bliss rolled over his face and a good cup's worth of pre rolled out of his maw and down over his chest.

Zach dimly lifted his head, ears perked. All he heard though were the happy gurglings of his fox. He smiled, then went back to rutting. He could feel his shaft pulsing in the overloaded guts of his boy. His. HIS. He whickered in the steamy, musky box that was their shower, shifted his hooves in the rising levels of thick pre. Between the two of them they were easily overloading the drain.

Two minutes turned into five. Five minutes turned into ten. The tub was overflowing, but the sealed doors kept the sea of thick goop from pouring out into the bathroom. A pair of soaking equine balls lifted up out of the mess, tightening as he felt it coming. Yes. "YES!" Zach tipped his head back and erupted, his organ's underside bulging out lewdly as the head of his dick flared huge and locked him in place.

Casca's full gut gurgled and strained, surging larger with each impossible load shot from that man cannon. The pair of them were pushed back a foot, then two by the dome of swollen fox gut. The fox's maw hung open in a silent scream of pleasure as his own organ erupted, knotted base swollen. Then a torrent of white sprayed from the vulpine's face! It shot from his parted lips, it ejected from his nose. It came with such force that it splattered the ceiling! Despite the tight seal of his cock, rich seed erupted back over Zach's balls.

They stayed like that for a minute. Two... three... Only then did the eruption begin to fade. The tub and shower had filled and somewhere along the way the water had cut off. A timer? Zach couldn't tell. He didn't want to think about it. All he could think about was tight fox around his dick and the sea of mingled semen he and the fox were up to their chests in.

"Cas?" came a tired, panting voice from a globby, white mess that showed spots of black.

"Yes?" returned an even messier bulge in the globby sea.

"I think... I'm going to like this world we're in."

"Yeah, me too."

A soft click... then a wash of watered down cum and pre came rushing out into the bathroom. The floor drains couldn't keep up and so it spilled out into the tiled hallway. One hoof shakily stepped into the bathroom. Then a second. The smeared forms of both men, still tied by the pulsing hosedick buried in Casca's ass, carefully made their way from the sloppy room.

The pair slid into the single large bedroom the apartment shared and fell into bed. Zach wiped his eyes, looking around at their belongings arranged around the room, smiled, then slowly drifted off to sleep, holding the already unconscious form of his mate against his chest.