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"A bit intimidating, isn't it?"

At the front of the line stood the speaker, Renzyl, a tall and moderately-muscled black dragon. He seemed oddly relaxed, not just among the trio of friends, but out of most everyone in line. He was dressed casually, black slacks and matching blazer and a shirt that was so dark a gray it might as well have been black also. His eyes, the irises of which were arterial red, glanced over at his friends as he ran a hand over his ridged, curled horns.

One of his fellows, Tango Zulu, another breed of dragon, though green with reddish-brown portions, looked suspiciously from his friend to the nightclub and back again. "Dunno," he grunted. "Why'd you pick this place?" He shifted his wings and fiddled with the zipper on his jacket, which was the same blue as his hair. For pants, he'd opted for slacks that were an earthy tone, complimenting his secondary coloring.

The black dragon shrugged. "A nightclub is a good place to meet interesting people, and I'm _always_on the lookout for interesting people. Besides, you two looked like you needed a night on the town; surely you won't back out now?"

The drake-kin looked to the third member of the group, a two-tone house cat with light brown and tan fur. He was dressed in the least attention-grabbing manner, having selected a pair of neatly-pressed and lint-free navy pants to go with his maroon button-up shirt.

"I think," Arc began, but had to speak up because of the music emanating from the outdoor speakers. "I think Renzyl's got a point. Maybe we should just try and have fun here."

The black dragon grinned and turned back to face the bouncer. The hyena was tall, easily six-foot-six, and as ripped as a power lifter. In his hands was a clipboard, and he gave Renzyl a once-over, as well as examining Tango and Arc before nodding and scribbling onto the paper.

"Okay, you three can go in. Have a crazy time."

The bouncer didn't look at them again, but if he had, he would have caught the delighted, entirely predatory smirk on Renzyl's face. While the world at large saw an ordinary black dragon, Renzyl was in fact employing an illusion to cover up his demonic nature; it simply wouldn't do if everyone started wondering why a frightful-looking dragon was traipsing about town.

He'd popped into this dimension for some of the usual fun and games, eyeing Tango for his own use and planning on having one of his few female subordinates seduce Arc. But then he'd sensed rumblings, as if someone was using magic on a pretty heavy scale. Deciding to twine his need for satisfaction with his need to investigate the disturbance, Renzyl had assumed the guise of a persuasive ordinary dragon.

And now he was entering the proverbial lion's den.

It was called The Madhouse, a large building on the outskirts of town that had been converted into a nightclub. The food was delicious, the drinks potent, the music entrancing, and the atmosphere loaded with positivity; it was virtually guaranteed that spending a couple hours at The Madhouse would get you laid. Yes, over the single month it had been open, the establishment had built a strong reputation, its attendees unable to resist coming back night after night.

But one complaint, a single and perturbing common thread, linked all criticism about the most happening place around: it was staffed solely by hyenas. In his brief verbal investigation, Renzyl had found that to be a curious piece of information; while he didn't know all the rules about the society of this world, he was certain that having all employees strictly of one species would ruffle a good deal of feathers.

And yet business was clearly as high as it could be, the place not suffering at all despite claims of discrimination.

The demonic dragon had to admit that his interest had been piqued, especially with the rolling of magical thunder that he was picking up from the club.

Led by the interdimensional demon lord, the trio abandoned their post along the brick-and-mortar wall, painted with the words "HA HA HA!" in flashy neon colors, and through the sleek glass-and-steel doors. From across the street, it would look as though they were being devoured whole by a massive hyena head, its maw opened wide, its eyes of two different hypnotic designs, the left a rotating swirl and the right a rainbow series of circles radiating from the pupil, continuously expanding; for a final touch, the club's name ringed the massive fake head, its purple neon letters practically clawing the night's air.

They had entered The Madhouse.

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Not one for large crowds, Tango detached himself from his friends and moved along the edge of the main floor, navigating towards the far left corner, where a small bar was nestled.

The club's interior was heavily packed, anthros of all kinds sitting at the tables that ringed the dance floor and enjoying the menu, dancing on said floor (which was sunken in and lit from below by a variety of colored lights), or hanging out at the small bars located at each corner; everyone who wasn't was in the midst of moving to a hot spot. Along the right wall were restrooms; the left had a kitchen; and the back was occupied by the disc jockey and various entertainment apparatuses. Above the last was a series of black windows, presumable where the management staff resided.

It took a few moments to get there, worming his way through the crowd. He took note of the servers: both males and females were dressed a little risqué, with the ladies in mini-skirts and tube tops and the gents in vests and slacks, showing plenty of fur. With the pulsing music and the saucy sights, Tango felt the urge to mingle stir.

"Oh, hey, first customer of the night!" smiled the hyena bartender. He was dressed a little more conservatively, wearing a smiley-face necktie. "What's your poison, handsome?"

Tango caught the flirtatious smirk on the canid's face. He gave the other his order and took a stool.

"Can't say I've seen you in here before," the hyena said. "Name's Flynn, by the by. You?"

"Tango," the drake-kin replied.

"Yessiree, you're new, you are," Flynn nodded, serving up the liquor. "What brings you to my lonely little corner of the world? Can't have seen me smiling from all the way by the entrance, could you? Plenty of faces to see in between me and there."

Tango shifted a bit. "Don't like crowds."

Flynn's eyebrow rose. "Oh yeah? Then why drop in for the night? Missus or Hubby giving you trouble?"

The dragon shook his head. "Not married or seeing anyone."

The eyebrows rose even higher. "Now this is curious. But I like mysterious blokes." He leaned on the bar and waved a hand at the large selection of alcohol. "Got all this here to help you find your way back home, mate."

Tango stared mid-swig into the other male's eyes, trying to figure out exactly why he and Arc had accompanied Renzyl to The Madhouse. But for some reason, he couldn't quite recall. Was the alcohol already affecting his memory?

Setting the glass down, he confessed, "I don't know why I'm here. I was with a friend of mine in town, and then some dragon approached us." It felt good to talk, and Flynn had a trustworthy look to his eyes, so open and concerned that Tango found himself letting it out. "He was talking about the three of us getting to know each other better, but then..."

He paused, trying to remember the expression on Renzyl's face: it had been as if he was distracted by his own thoughts.

"What happened?" Flynn asked. "He didn't threaten you, did he?"

"What? No, no, I was going to say he seemed like his head was pulled into the clouds, but then he started talking to me and Arc again, but it was different."

Flynn's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Different how?"

"Well, he kept making eye contact, not blinking or anything. All I really remember is his red eyes and the sound of his voice, and agreeing that coming here was a good idea. I'm not even sure what he said."

He looked to Flynn, and the hyena seemed to be mulling it over deeply. Finally he replied, "You're focusing on it a bit too hard, I think. You need to relax and just let it go, and then the answer will come to you."

"Really?" It seemed, as they said, too good to be true.

Flynn nodded. "Yep. In fact," he said with that flirtatious expression, "I'd like to help you relax, if you don't mind."

Normally, Tango would say no. Even being bi, he would have resisted the temptation. They were in a crowded nightclub where everyone could see them!

But the music was entrancing, and the drink was tasty, and Flynn was a devilishly handsome bastard who had heard him out and seemed genuinely interested in helping him.

Tango nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I think I'd like that." After he said it, he felt better, as if he'd made a truly good choice.

Flynn smirked and grabbed Tango under his arms, pulling him over the bar without much trouble. The green-and-brown dragon yelped in surprise as he was dragged to the floor, his canine partner getting a firm hold of his waist.

"Nothing helps relax like a good fuck, eh? Hope you don't mind me wanting a bit of that dragon-cock; never tasted one before."

Tango grabbed the hyena's hand before it could slip into his pants. "I do mind," he grinned mischievously. "You lay back and let me do the work. Just make sure there's noise up above."

Flynn blinked, confused. "Noise up abooooaaoaoaoave!"

Tango had easily opened up Flynn's pants, whipping out his already-hard cock. The winged reptile dragged his tongue up the length of the hot meat, teasing, causing the hyena to shudder and groan, ripping open his vest to play with his own nipples.

Tango gave a small chuckle before engulfing the cock, the entire stick vanishing into his maw. Flynn wasn't too long, a little more than six inches, but he was thick as a pony, and that was very satisfying. As he bobbed up and down, the bartender loosed a series of gasps and moans, trying to give advice but failing to form a coherent sentence; similarly, his toes curled and uncurled erratically; it was music to the drake-kin's ears.

While he was giving the spotted male a heavenly treat, though, his body was changing. Scales changed colors and were replaced completely, fur sprouting in waves across his body, forming a healthy coat. His wings were even shrinking, sinking back into his body; they would not be needed anymore.

"Aw yeah_, aw yeah!_" Flynn moaned, bucking a bit into Tango's shifting muzzle. "Your tongue! Oh god, your tongue!" Apparently, working his tongue independent of the rest of his muzzle was the key to success with the hyena.

The dragon's small horn lowered and splayed out, turning black as it merged with his snout. Behind him convulsed his tail, retracting to a length more appropriate for a canid, fur flaring out until it was properly bushy. Unfortunately, its owner didn't notice, buried in the blow job. All he managed was moving a single hand down to his own aching cock, which was the second part of him that remained unaltered, the first being his blue hair.

He increased his pace, head zipping up and down and back again. His tongue was sliding against the underside of the hyena's cock so rapidly that it coaxed pre out in a nonstop stream.

"Tango...I'm gonna...cum!" Flynn squealed, his breathing becoming rapid.

The former drake-kin took his free hand and slid it under his partner, using his index and ring finger to penetrate Flynn's tailhole as far as he could fit them without fisting the other male.

The effect was immediate: Flynn's whole body went rigid as he peaked, his anal muscles clamping down tightly on Tango's fingers. An upward thrust of his hips slammed his cockhead into the back of the ex-scaly's throat, and a half-second later, jets of hot cum surging down his esophagus. His new tail wagged appreciatively as he accepted the reward of his efforts, his belly growing warm from Flynn's deposit.

"That..." the spent canid wheezed, "that was incredible. I love your mouth, mate."

Pulling himself off his lover's dick with a wet pop, Tango grinned. "Thanks. I love the sounds you make; really turns me on."

He didn't even notice that he'd been shifted into an entirely different species, even when he licked his lips in a distinctly canine manner, basking in the afterglow.

Flynn glanced up at the top of the bar. "Is anyone coming over here?"

Tango quickly checked. "No. Why?"

Flynn pushed him into his back, grinning wickedly. "My turn. That cock of yours looks beastly, and I want to see if I can deep throat it."

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For his part, Arc had been quickly overwhelmed by the club: Tango had departed to a far-off bar immediately and Renzyl had only flashed him a playful smirk before disappearing into a crowd of gossiping furs. After that, Arc had been gently herded by the clubbers onto the dance floor.

"Ex-excuse me!" he said, trying to part the bumping, grinding, and laughing dancers that seemed to impede his attempts to get away from the action. "Excuse me!"

Someone gently put a hand on his shoulder, startling him. He whipped around to find himself staring into two beautiful green eyes, both belonging to an equally-beautiful female hyena.

"Having trouble?" she asked. "You don't seem to be much of the dancing type."

She was wearing a tight-fitting dress, wet-look black from what he could make out, ending at the thigh and just managed to cover her generous bosom. Her grown-out mane was combed to the left of her head, cascading down to her shoulder in a thick, smooth sheet of sandy brown.

"Name's Jasmine. If you don't mind, I'll teach you a few moves," she offered, her voice sultry. He opened his mouth to protest, but a sharp look from her made it clear that she was in command, not him.

"Er, well, all right. I'm Arc, by the way."

Managing to put aside his nerves, he mirrored her movements. She put her hands atop her head, looking downwards, smoothly swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music. Arc felt a little silly doing it, but followed her lead. His digigrade legs made it look a bit different when his hips swung, but otherwise he gave a sexy impression, if the appreciative looks other dancers threw his way were any indication.

She dropped her hands, sliding them down her sides and raising her chin high, gyrating. Arc did the same, his pulse increasing. This was actually a lot of fun!

The other dancers had given them a little space at first, but now closed in again, though they kept from coming between the cat and hyena. As one of the strangers pressed in close to Arc, clearly flirting, the feline decided to respond. He reached back and took gentle hold of the other's hips, rocking his own in sync with theirs.

Watching, Jasmine smirked, very pleased with herself. She'd only been dancing for a few minutes when she caught sight of the poor fellow, looking horribly uncomfortable as a crowd of regulars carried him onto the dance floor. She thought he looked rather cute, dressed simply but smartly, and she had a thing for cats, after all. It certainly helped that his body was slender and not muscled; her sister had such awful taste in lovers, always pursuing the ripped meatheads.

As Arc ground himself against his new partner, his body began changing the same as Tango's had, but this time they went even farther. His fur was changing colors and his tail, muzzle, and ears were becoming canine. In addition, his waist narrowed and his hips widened, but he was having too much fun to take notice.

The changing house cat laughed--well, giggled, actually--as he leaned back against his partner's chest. His arm snaked up around the husky's neck.

Grinning, the black-and-white canine returned the affectionate touch, his hands massaging Arc's chest. Neither seemed to notice or care that Arc's chest swelled, plump breasts pushing filling out his--or rather, her--shirt, making it feel far too tight. Using her free hand, the converted male popped the top few buttons, letting the girls have some breathing space.

The husky gave an appreciative laugh and kneaded the breasts a bit more, causing Arc to moan softly. She gave his ass a playful retaliatory slap.

Jasmine, moving up behind the two-tone male, continued dancing, making it clear to him that she would not be forgotten. She slid her hands over his, guiding them down Arc's quivering belly and past her crotch. There, the husky hesitated, feeling a slight lump, wondering if he'd run into a herm instead of a female. Jasmine put her lips to his ear, whispering soothing words and bolstering his confidence in nailing two hot ladies; it definitely helped that Arc moaned and rubbed herself up against his chest again.

Going for it, the husky slipped his fingers into the hyena's pants, causing her to shudder in eagerness and lust. Moments before, what had been Arc's malehood was now receding, shrinking and merging back into her crotch. The balls internalized and became ovaries, the shaft formed vaginal walls and the labia, and the head morphed into a throbbing clit. By the time the male's digits reached down below and started to tease her, Arc was fairly wet, and getting hungry for something to fill her. Her dance partner's goods, preferably.

The entire dance, Arc had been growing hotter, more aroused. Sure, the music was good and the atmosphere was friendly, but dancing had set something off internally, stoking flames she didn't know she possessed. Now, she wanted badly to quench them, and the idea of having her snatch stuffed with a burning-hot knot threatened to give her a small orgasm right there in front of everyone.

Jasmine ground forward, almost humping the husky. Even though things were getting very raunchy, none of the others around them took heed: the club's music had a firm grip on their minds, and they only saw a flirty female hyena mixing it up with a handsome husky while a second hyena jumped in. The issue of there having been a cat was dismissed entirely.

Licking her lips, Jasmine began guiding her new friends off the dance floor and towards the DJ. Behind the equipment, there was a restricted-access door, the key given only to a handful of staff members. Once past that, a hallway to the right offered a series of rooms in which any naughty desires could be carried out; the left was a stairwell to the management.

Growing wet herself, Jasmine thought about how long it had been since she'd double-teamed a hot guy. It made her even wetter.

"Hey, you two, quit lollygagging!" Her fellow hyena and the husky had paused, almost knocking a dragon over as they mashed their faces together in growing passion. "Sorry about that!" she apologized, politely tidying up the tall male's blazer and then pushing her friends forward.

Once they were in the corridor, Jasmine locked the door and led the way a few rooms down before unlocking that one. As her playmates entered, she flipped a switch on the inside of the door, and a small sign on the front rolled from "Empty" to "Occupied."

Neither Arc nor the husky wasted any time, practically ripping their clothes off as they stumbled towards the bed, passionately making out. Jasmine followed, slipping out of her dress easily; not wearing undergarments was a real time-saver.

"What's your name, stud?" she asked as she climbed onto the bed, taking to her knees behind the husky and rubbing his shoulders.

He managed to get out "Hank!" before Arc pulled his lips to hers again. Hank the Husky. Heh.

Jasmine smiled as she pawed at Hank's chest. "Oh come now, we can share--"

Hank broke the kiss and, momentarily ignoring Arc's whimper, said, "Gotta do it one at a time. I'm good enough to cum twice, but I'm lousy at multitasking."

Jasmine suppressed a sigh and nodded. She looked at Arc and found her almost desperate, her body shivering with need. "All right," she conceded. "I'll watch while you two rut, but then it's my turn." With that, she scooted up to the pillows and leaned against the headboard, legs parted so she could play with herself.

Hank scratched Arc behind the ear as she lubed his impressive red cock, licking it as if it was her first meal in days, practically devouring the phallus. Hank whined appreciatively, but his attempts to put a hand on Arc's head were in vain because of how much she moved around.

Finally, the new hyena ripped herself from the meatstick and prepared to mount it. Her pussy was practically gushing, drops softly landing on the sheets. She panted as she positioned herself. After several deep breaths, she lowered her crotch, the tip of Hank's cock smoothly entering her fold.

Arc cried out. The touch of the burning rod felt too good, and she lost what little composure she had cobbled together. Her pussy swallowed the husky's cock as their pelvises collided, the female gasping as pleasure spiked within her and the male grunting from the tight snatch that enveloped his dick.

He hugged her close as he started thrusting into her. With her respectable tits bouncing in front of him, he surrendered to the temptation and began suckling. Responding, Arc cried out, bucking against him and almost clawing his back, moaning. Jasmine fingered herself more and more as she watched, eyes drinking in the sight of the double-backed beast in action, her fingers plunging in like pistons.

Apparently eager to get knotted and filled with cum, Arc was speeding up, riding Hank's cock like there was no tomorrow. The male got the drift enough to fuck her harder, thrusting as fiercely as he could, doing his best to knot her. To the newly-converted canid, having a hot length pumping in and out of something as tight and sensitive as her vagina was sending her into throes of pleasure, moaning and gasping as she raced towards orgasm.

"C-crap!" Hank yelped.

Hitting his limit, he pounded into Arc twice more before going rigid. A long howl filled the air, and it was joined by another as the husky's seed shot deep and hot into the hyena. Her walls clenched like a vice around his cock, demanding to be sated with his essence. His cock unleashed its load, the thick cream shooting into her depths.

For Arc, the orgasm was more than she could have imagined, the satisfaction of peaking putting her on Cloud Nine. Feeling her lover deposit his seed was icing on the cake. No, it was more like it was filling up an emptiness she didn't know needed to be filled. Yes, yes, that was right.

"Finally," Jasmine muttered as Hank eased himself out the other hyena and laid her down on the bed. Arc seemed to be lost in the aftermath of her climax, her eyes glazed over and her expression stuck on Stupidly Happy.

"Wasn't able to knot her," Hank grumbled. "Gonna have to try again later."

Jasmine arched an eyebrow. "You can go three rounds? Oh, I'm definitely not going to regret having you share my bed."

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Renzyl chuckled as he watched the transformed Arc enter the backrooms.

It had been easy to pose as his illusory self to the clubbers and staffers, mingling here and there, pretending he was just another face in the crowd. When the female hyena had approached Arc and the latter had started shifting while dancing, Renzyl knew he'd found his way to the magical disturbance's source. As the trio moved off the dance floor, he positioned himself just in time to get almost knocked down by Arc and the husky. When the hyena in the dress had apologized and gotten close, he'd slipped a tentacle into one of her dress's small pockets, imprinting the key's design into his latex; it was safer than setting off alarms using his usual magic to break security.

Once the trio was out of sight, he waited a couple minutes and then entered the corridor, heading upstairs. Thankfully, the music was barely audible in the corridor thanks to good soundproofing, because he'd quickly gotten tired of his magic interpreting enchanted music: instead of hearing the "Come here girl/Go ahead, be gone with it" that everyone else heard, his demon ears picked up the real lyrics, "Become a sexy fur/Long live hyenas." It felt good both not to have to increase the amount of latex in his earholes for a short bit, and that his skin no longer tingled from the aural magic.

He had expected to encounter at least one security staffer, but when he reached the door marked "The Boss," he found a small sign hanging on the knob, stating apologetically "Pee break, back in five." With a chuckle, he used his latex "key" again and entered.

The management office was spacious, with a generous bar running along the left wall, its black cabinets and counter lined with silver. On the right side were waist-high rows of single-hand weights, their slate-gray bodies thick, easily weighing forty pounds each in the least; above them was a map of the country with two red-topped pins indicating what might have been other clubs: Laugh It Up, Furball, and Leash & Collar. In the center was a large desk carved from dark brown wood, trimmed with gold along the top, and an open book that might have been the company ledger.

"If you forgot the damn drink this time, I'm gonna wallop ya."

Renzyl shifted his gaze: to the right of the desk, wearing spandex shorts and a sports bra, doing squats with what had to be a pair of sixty-pound weights in her hands as she watched the clubbers, was a female hyena, almost six feet tall and with a perfectly sculpted body. As she lowered and then rose, he could see every detail of her form; she must have spent years honing such a physique, it was so impeccable.

Pity she's female, the demonic dragon thought with a mental sigh.

"Well?" the female barked in her gruff accented voice, doing another squat.

"Sorry, not your waterboy."

The canid yelped in surprise and dropped the weights, which landed with loud thuds, almost falling onto her face as she shot up, wheeling around to see Renzyl. Her face was scarred several times and her left eye was covered by an eyepatch, but her right eye was trained on him, its gray pool laced with hostility, glaring out from a narrowed eyelid.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Renzyl dropped the illusion, withholding a titter of amusement as the image of a tall demonic dragon filled her vision. The female stumbled back up against the reinforced floor-to-ceiling windows, gaping at him.

"You...you're not natural!"

"My name is Renzyl, and correct, I am a demon. I couldn't help but notice your club radiates some intense magic: your music is laced with it, and your clientele is transformed by it." He gave a toothy smile. "I very much would like to know more."

After opening and closing her mouth several times, the hyena got control of herself. "Fine, if it'll get you outta here." She cautiously took a seat and explained. "Name's Gretchen. As for the magic, was on a river tour in the country and when we stopped for lunch, found this thing jutting a bit out of the mud. Dug it up, and it was a little carved statue, could fit into my hand and made of black stone, cut to look like some kinda canine. I thought it was a wolf. When the tour resumed, nobody noticed when I started changing, all my scales being replaced with fur.

"I didn't know what the hell was happening at first, but then everyone on the boat started changing. Strangest thing wasn't even that we were all becoming hyenas, it was that I was the only one who noticed; figured it was because I held the statue. Shortly after, we kind of stalled the tour to have a quick orgy. When I got off the boat, I contacted my best girlfriend and we made plans to come here and set up a club after I explained everything. She was a jaguar, but the statue changed her when she held it, and that was only once; she didn't handle it for months, so I assume the changes are permanent or at least fairly extended.

"Anyway, we got here and got everything in order, doing all the interviews ahead of time and telling the people we did hire to touch the statue for good luck. The change took them easily enough, and it's held ever since. After opening, we fiddled around and connected the statue to the sound system. It alters the music, but I guess because its powers are spread out so much, the changes only happen to certain guests rather than everyone."

She opened her mouth again, but the door cracked open.

"Hey, boss, I got your drink this time," a male's voice said.

"Piss off!" Gretchen snarled. There was a sound of feet moving away, but the door remained cracked.

"What happens to guests who are altered?" Renzyl asked. While he turned his subordinates into latex creatures like himself often, having flesh-and-blood associates didn't hurt; these hyenas could be a boon to him.

She shrugged. "Probably go home after clubbing and change back in their sleep. Hell if I know or care."

"And your own species?"

She lifted her chin, a glint of pride in her eye. "Saltwater crocodile. Couldn't tell by my accent or comment about my scales? I'm from Melbourne."

The dragon nodded. "I don't have a problem with what you're doing, frankly. But all the same, consider yourselves on my list of people I may make use of in the future. I certainly must examine this statue."

Gretchen jerked a thumb. "Next room over down the hall. Don't touch it until we've closed for the night, because I don't want things coming undone in the middle of the party, got it?"

Chuckling, he nodded and moved to the door. He pushed it open as he stepped into the doorway--

THUNK!

Renzyl froze as a bucket of paint dropped squarely onto his head, and the demon realized with a flash of annoyance that the hyena who'd returned with the drink must have placed it there, that Gretchen's office was most likely monitored to prevent her being attacked with no one aware, and that--

This...isn't paint, he thought.

As the thick, heavy fluid spread over his entire body, immune to his attempts to remove it both physically and magically, it changed color and assumed form. A wild mane grew down his neck and much of his black exterior turned sandy with black spots. Even while it tightened to a second-skin layer, its weight distributing about him and feeling less crushing, it grew heated, almost hot, at his crotch, ass, and upper chest, a teasing tingle boring into him at these spots.

Gretchen was doubled over with laughter. "Got you good, didn't we?" she cackled. "I didn't think that stuff would get much use, since we only had one guy test it out after zapping it with the statue's mojo, and the other guy he fucked turned into a latex hyena just like him. We had to lock 'em both in the back to keep them from spreading. But I think using it as an impromptu security device on you is working out just fine, eh?"

Renzyl paid her no heed. The animated latex was comfortably warm against him, causing his member to swiftly stir. When a tendril plunged up his ass, spreading him nicely, his cock woke up. Because his crotch was already well-coated, the member only caused his new skin to tent lewdly before the coating tightened around it snugly, an impressive knot forming at the base. His muscles became a little more chiseled, gleaming fiercely with a brand-new hide, and every movement gave the gentle, enticing squeak of latex-on-latex.

The latex finished up its conversion, but was incomplete: while Renzyl resembled a large hyena, he still had his wings, his tail was shaped in its usual manner, and his horns were still present; his eyes were impossible to see, squeezed shut in pleasure from his transformation.

With both ends being played and his new skin growing maddeningly hotter and tighter by the moment, it only took a few minutes before Renzyl came, shuddering and only staying upright from a hand against the wall. The tendril in his ass seemed to heat up considerably as it expanded, even though it didn't deposit anything within him; he could also sense tiny feelers tickling his cavity.

The coating on his cock simulated a short, intense vibration, adding to his eager self-administered hand job, his new knot shrinking just a bit, the tip of his cock opening enough to let his black seed out. Several jets of hot liquid latex splattered the office wall with sharp, dull thudding noises, slowly running down to the floor. Each time he released, he grunted loudly, satisfaction rippling through him.

As he came, Gretchen, growing bolder, moved out from behind her desk and approached, her movements confident.

"Feels good, though, don't it? The other two came buckets when the latex worked its way into them. I'm not into that sort of stuff, so I wouldn't know." She paused to chuckle. "And the best part is that, since I'm the statue's wielder, I've got plenty of influence over any converted. I think I'll have you meet your new brothers; they're probably starving for a new fuckbuddy by now. Oy, get mov--moving--mo mo moo..."

Her arrogance did a complete reversal, her face draining of color as she met Renzyl's gaze.

He'd finally stopped orgasming, a huge black smear on the wall and a spreading pool on the floor, and turned to look at her.

Now that both his eyes were open, the canid could see the glowing red radiating from his sockets, as well as the leering, triumphant smile.

"Oh, look," he said in mock astonishment, "it appears that any mind-altering effects your latex has are cancelled out by my demonic nature. Why, I believe I still have all my powers."

Gretchen was backing away very slowly, doing a perfect impersonation of a goldfish.

His teeth shone as he smiled at her. "While I prefer the feel of other males, I'm sure the tentacles I'm about to set upon you won't mind the genital discrepancy."

The spent seed on the wall and floor came together, bulking up and forming into a bundle of thick, cock-tipped tendrils, slithering towards the manager.

"Is your office soundproofed? Oh, well, doesn't matter, since the music will keep people from wondering about any muffled orgasmic wailing. Anyway, I'm sure our friend in the hallway hasn't run too far."

He turned and made for the door, suppressing a laugh as Gretchen's yelps were cut off by a phallic assailant plugging her mouth.

The End...