Experimentation
I wrote this some time ago. It has almost no relation to previous stories about Siber (who, for those of you who don't know, is a blue-furred anthro winged wolf). I don't know if the psychological stuff is right, but hey, I needed some way to get a bunch of furs naked in a room together. As always, I'm open for story commission/requests.
t3h p05t, 4 j00.
"Moji! Come on, let's go!" I shouted up the stairs to the boy. "We'll be late to your first soccer practice." God, I hated this. I always got stuck with these kids. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the association, but parents were beginning to notice that I got along with all the ones I had mentored: my younger sister, Haitath, Tialith, and that tigon-taur, whatever her name was, who had visited with the two boys. They payed me plenty, which I loved, but really, taking their kids to soccer practice? When their black-furred, shiba inu beauty would rather stay inside and play video games, anyway? And all because both parents worked full-time. Which, of course, meant that my pay had increased significantly from the relative nothing Haitath and Tialith's parents had given me. It sucked to have to say I baby-sat kids, but it was wonderful to see the look in my peers' eyes when I told them how much I made per hour.
Moji was a wonderful specimen of a kid. He was small for his age and didn't look like he'd ever be at all beastly, though his legs showed promise. I supposed that was why his parents wanted him to play soccer; that, and he was a pre-teen. He needed physical excercise during puberty so his musculature and coordination weren't screwed up. The onyx color of his fur glinted across his body from ears to flowing, mid-length tail, paling to white across his chest, underarms, and backs of his legs in a normal coloration. His shoulders were yet small and his torso not expansive, but that could be changed, even though, as I already said, most of his strength would lie in his legs or as very lean, fast-twitch muscles. As he thumped down the stairs, I caught a look at his sullen, bright blue eyes.
I tossed his soccer equipment into his arms. "Put these on in the car." I had already drilled him on rules; he had played baseball as a younger child, and so while he got his excercise, he hadn't learned this particular game very well. It had been my favorite sport, so I couldn't understand why. I shrugged internally. Better late than never.
We drove successfully to the practice field and I unloaded him and sent him running off to where the rest of the boys were. Luckily, he knew a few from school so I didn't have to go through the whole, "You'll make lots of friends, blah blah blah," spiel. Looking around, I noticed that most of the onlookers were kids my age; older brothers and sisters, or else other friends and relatives of sorts, all between the ages of sixteen and nineteen. They were mostly furs, but there were a few fleshy bodies among them. I wondered why there weren't any parents around.
One waved to me. "Hey, Siber! Come here!" I strolled over.
"What's up, Kung-Lao?" It was the massive panda from my school; he was a good guy, decent in school if not great, and a hilarious wrestler (his first move in most matches involved a tremendous bellyflop and ironic "grar" of challenge). Most people called him "Kung" or "Lao," but I didn't like shortening names unless the holder specifically requested it, or it was inherent of the name. "Hey, what's up with none of the parents being here? Has everyone just abandoned their children to the mercy of highschoolers and college freshmen? That's never a good plan."
"Actually, we did it on purpose. You know I can't explain stuff well- Amber can tell you what it's all about."
"Amber?" Another from school. Her fur was sapphire, as was the long hair that swept down from the top of her head to her waste. Her eyes, were, in fact, amber, though, so she deserved the name. She was a husky, and one of the few dogs I admired. The rest were generally less than academic and mostly bothersome, at least to me.
As usual, she jumped right to the point, harsh as its reality may have been. "Yep, me. See, we realized that all soccer players are being dubbed gay just because one or two actually are on each team. It makes no sense to me and wouldn't normally be a problem, except that we have a lot of people we know right now with little relatives getting to the point where that might actually have an effect, and we want to stifle it before the accusations start and they actually start doubting themselves; we want any choices in preference to be natural, not through disillusionment."
I blinked, always amazed by her frankness. "Okay, I guess that makes... some sense. I don't see why soccer players get accused when it's football players who hump on the field... no offense, Kung-Lao: you're a quarterback, so you have an actual position; and baseball players are, well... baseball players. They're wusses." I got a few laughs. "What are you going to do to keep them all straightened out, then?"
"Well, first we're going to keep the parents from finding out, because they don't think like we do... and we'd get arrested. Then, we're going to have them start showering and drying naked together." She had begun to blush as she started, and her blue cheeks colored when she finished.
My eyes went wide. "Right. And in what way is this supposed to prevent unnatural selection?"
"The theory is- and my psych teacher supported it (don't worry, I got this out of her craftily)- that if we expose them to eachother's nakedness now, so that they interpret seeing another naked male not as a sexual thing, but as a natural occurrence, it will prevent them from experiencing any unnatural- well, any at all, actually, which is a nice side effect at this age- sexual attraction to eachother."
"Won't that affect their social lives later, though?"
"That's why after each practice, once they're done drying off, I plan on sitting down with them and just talking a little about what's going on."
"I assume you know how to word it such that it doesn't get back to the parents that you're either a pedophile or a raving homophobe?"
She just looked at me. "Naturally."
"And if you run into one who's actually homosexual, what, will he accept it as non-sexual, as well?"
She nodded. "Hopefully, yes. Now, one thing about this is that if we just stand there and tell them all to strip down and git nekkid, they'll think we're nuts and be more than a little inclined to tell their parents." She started blushing again and stopped talking, a smile behind a hiding hand.
I couldn't help but smile, too. "What's so funny?"
"It's just... oh, it's just a little absurd that we're all either so homophobic, concerned, and/or experimental that we've agreed as a group to do this. Anyway, to avoid getting imprisoned, we're... also... going to be naked. With them."
My jaw dropped. I picked it back up and reattached it. "Excuse me, what? You'll have to say that again; I had something crazy in my ear."
"We have to do it," she said imploringly. "By our example, it will reinforce what they're learning and also not separate them as thoroughly from us, thereby decreasing the chance of blabbing. Also, we'll have to tell them not to spread the word, probably once beforehand and once afterwards. Otherwise, we're still in the crapper."
"And you're confident this will work out? Young men and women prancing around naked, all together, while a bunch of preteen boys watch? Do you know who these kids are? They've just hit puberty. They'll all have interesting surprises popping up once they see something like that, I can assure you." I smirked at her nervously. "And it's not as though they're dim-witted." I put an emphasis on the wit. They'd be--well, adolescent, in their thoughts.
"I swear it will work. Look, join us today and you'll see. They're still at the stage where their minds are pretty maleable; we can convince them that the nakedness which they will inevitably see even if we weren't imposing these precautions is not inextricable from sex, by example."
"And what if one of the guys who's supposed to be setting an example gets excited?"
Her eyes widened, slowly. "Um. I hadn't thought of that."
"Really?" I was shocked. "That seems to obvious to me."
She smacked the top of my head lightly. "That's because it is, dumbass. Don't think I'm retarded. Look, even sexual arousal does not necessarily have to be related to sexual conduct. I think it might even be better if we can convey that message. I've thought about this a lot; I'm not going to do anything like this half-assed."
I shrugged, defeated and joking again. "Okay, then. I'll come along. I gotta warn you, though, I'm not exactly aesthetically pleasing under my shirt."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. No one ever thinks they are, themselves."
"Mmf." I rolled my shoulders uncomfortably. If it had to be done, though, it had to be done. Plus, seeing Amber naked would not be a bad thing in the least.
The boys practiced hard for the full two hours while the others of us kicked around a ball and got all sweaty and dirty on our own time, on one of the open fields. I looked over occasionally to check on Moji and smile if he happened to be looking my direction. He was smaller than many of them, but not all, and seemed to be getting the hang of things rather quickly. His musculature would need to get used to the particular kind of workout soccer offers, as opposed to baseball's sprint-oriented physics. Luckily, this was recreation-league, so there was little he had to prove; he even excelled past the other boys in some areas, mostly the suicide-runs.
By the end, we were all sweating through our fur under the sun and plenty ready to drag off to the shower and dry-air rooms. Moji didn't talk to me, instead staying with a group of fast-made friends. By watching who interacted with whom in what way, I discerned relationships; this person was that's brother, this was another's cousin, this was an old babysitter. The coach left it to us to make sure no one died in the cool-off building and jogged off to teach his next team.
Once inside the cool, gray, cement building, with the door closed behind us and gear stowed in a locker room, most of the boys stood around, clutching changes of clothes; I surmised that few had been in a public shower before, all of them being preteen, and were more than a little nervous. Amber sent me a look that said she had seen the same thing and made herself prominent.
"Okay, people. How many of you are used to going to a public shower?"
One boy raised his hand; a strong, white rabbit with black flesh on the inside of his ears and hidden, normal coloring everywhere else. "We had one for football when I played." His voice placed him at an average age of only a little over twelve, but his build would make other teams complain that he had just barely made the U-13 cut-off. I'd check his papers later.
"Really?" She hadn't expected this. I got a little tense. Where would Amber go with it?
"Well, that was until we found out there were cameras set up in the room and we were being taped." His voice cracked at the end due to puberty and embarassment. I paradoxically mentally sighed in relief. It is rare that sick pedophilia is a good thing.
"That's... more than a little disturbing. Anyway, I can assure you there are no cameras here. The idea of a public shower is that you shower in the nude; that's why usually, kids your age don't use them. However, we want you to get comfortable with eachother's nakedness early on, so you don't become confused later in life. One of the most common misconceptions kids your age have is that nudity is directly connected with sex." They all sniggered and/or colored slightly. "This is not true by any means, and that's what I'm trying to teach you by requiring that, as we likely will, you all strip down for the showers that you will take, because you smell awful, and not talk to anyone besides us about it, because we'll get arrested even though we're trying to do the right thing for you. Now," she stared them all down in turn as they glanced around apprehensively. "Would it make you all more comfortable if your brothers, sisters, babysitters, whatever, also stripped down, so we don't look like perverts?" More sniggers, these rather nervous. When one looked up slyly to open his mouth, she preempted him, saying, "And no, I will not hesitate to physically beat anyone who makes any lewd comments, so those loud-mouths of you who think you're going to say something funny, I do in fact have a paddle in my bag and will hold you up off the ground by your tail to use it if I have to." The comment no longer seemed necessary, apparently. "Well? What about my question?"
As preteens and some into college age will do, they stared at nothing for thirty whole seconds, waiting for someone else to say something, before Moji said, very quietly, "I guess so." He immediately turned his head away and scratched his nose with a claw. All the others, still without making eye contact, slowly nodded.
She smirked. "Well all right then." Immediately, those older among us started stripping off clothing. I sidled over to Amber while unbuttoning the front and back of my shorts and murmured, "Do you really think it'll work?" I noticed the rabbit was nearly nude already and, to my disgust with myself and surprise at him, also noticed quite an impressive bulge in his skivvies.
Amber spoke out of the side of her mouth and unclasped her bra, swinging it aside to let her breasts fall free. Her face was gaining a red tinge, and I forgot all about the rabbit. "I certainly hope so, now that I've done this. Stop staring."
Quickly turning away, I pulled my pants down and threw off my shirt, then stepped out of them. I believe my ears went crimson, the way Amber was eyeing the skivvies. To ease my own tension, I said, "Would it be horribly inappropriate right now for me to complement you on your aesthetic value?"
"Not if it wouldn't be equally inappropriate for me to, in response, kick you in your soon-to-be-revealed 'nads." She smiled flatly and stepped out of her own jeans. Everyone seemed to be at about our stage of undress. The rabbit, whose name I heard whispered was Tra, or Lektra, inadvertently broke the remounted tension when everyone noticed that he was facing away from the group and no longer had any clothing to speak of. Slabs of youthful muscle essential to football stood out on his body; he was rather picturesque, even for a young adolescent.
Not to be out-manned by a rising high school freshman, I and most of the other, older guys followed suit, revealing our goods and doing our level best not to look around for comparisons. The boys had no choice but to mimic us when their own psychological manhood was challenged by the revelation of the ladies' nether regions. Most of the older males, including myself, colored as they realized their unmediated response to those beauties' actions. Very suddenly, we realized we were all stark naked together in a public shower and dryer. Amber bolted to the door and locked it. At a questioning look from many of us, she said, "I really, really don't want to get arrested."
"What are you all standing around for?" I said. "Go shower!"
There was another instant of hesitation before Lektra, moving oddly to try to conceal hanging, black goods that were much larger than his age, moved at a brisk walk to the shower room. The others followed rapidly, seeming to have seized on the idea that the faster they went, the sooner it was over. Also, I had seen several gawking at Lektra, including Moji; at least, before he himself was fully naked. Then, he also seemed to become twice as shy. It appeared that I was not the only one shamed by the kid's package; Kung-Lao, as he walked by, leaned down and said, "That rabbit kid'll be as long as me one day, and I'm a freakin' panda! He'll have ladies and gentlemen swarming him in a few years, if the girls aren't already!"
I raised my eyebrows in agreement, watching the kid's back. "I think he's longer than me now, and I doubt I have much natural growth left in me. The way he's acting, I imagine it's already started and he has to beat them off with a-"
Amber cut me off. "Don't use that particular metaphor in this case, Siber."
"I was going to say 'fish,' naturally." She smiled, looking almost comfortable again. I had to tell my brain to tell my testicles that no, they were not in charge of my eyes and yes, I would remain a civil person. Oh, it was a fierce war not to shove my face in her chest.
Tra was, in fact, already having to ward off a few questioners once we got into the massive shower room. His face was perpetually red as his body responded to the attention in a way which was highly nonconducive to concealing him and while three or four boys gathered around, staring at him, themselves erect and embarassed for it, asking, "How'd it get so big? Jeez, it's huge, like, six inches! Do they get bigger? And the balls! I wonder if mine could get that big!" Dumb kids; no vocabulary and no shame, and no sense of discretion. Eventually, his caretaker, an auburn Afghani girl who insisted on wearing her veil despite events (she wore it to school every day just to show off her culture and because it was, indeed, quite a fashion statement) shooed the others away from him.
For a while, attention on Lektra kept it all from Moji, but I caught a glance of him as he accidentally turned around once. The kid's phallus was white, like the small spots on his chest and arms and thighs. The shaft was also raised, but was only slightly shorter, by an inch or less, than Lektra's. Both of them were at the biologically safe maximum of length for their respective species and ages. I gawked for a second before reigning myself in. In an effort to redeem myself, I approached him and started warding off curious questioners, who were as intrigued by the color as the size. It seemed Moji was Lektra's chromatic opposite and phallic equivalent.
Luckily, the inquisitors were all so afraid of appearing gay that no unwarranted touching occurred; those who had gone to investigate Lektra or Moji were actually now having to fend off jeers about their own sexuality; for this I was profusely grateful to whatever god of fortune made that so. The showers came on, cool and clear, and startled most everyone into non-arousal by the temperature, except for the girls, whose breasts became oh, so much more tempting to touch. Again, though, I fought and prevailed against the hormonal urge. Everyone lathered up, and Lektra appeared to be trying to hide his groin in suds. Someone noticed and thus began the soap wars, officially ending the awkwardness.
The whole endeavor was a success. We repeated the process at every practice, and didn't get caught once. To my pleased humility, the first time I was unable to take Moji to practice because his parents wanted to instead, Moji asked me in private to come anyway and Amber took me aside at school to let me know that it made people nervous when one of the more avid supporters didn't show. She agreed to allow the illusion to develop that I was coming to the practices to give her company, so that I wouldn't look creepy for asking Moji's parents if I could drive him to practice. It became more and more difficult to get all the older teenagers in the room inconspicuously, so sometimes only a few went in while the others kept up appearances. The boys all had questions, naturally, and we had to stop one masturbation competition with significant use of Amber's paddle and a stern lecture or two, but the questions were answered smoothly enough and the other problem didn't arise a second time.
All went well until the final practice of the season. Fortune had landed such that all of us did manage to get into the showers without attracting suspicion. By this time, everyone spoke freely and awkwardness was kept to a bare minimum. Lektra and Moji had gotten to be fairly close friends, initially attracted one to the other by their strange similarity and opposition, and niether was any longer the subject of unwarranted attention, except the occasional joke or jibe.
We stepped out of the drying room, all warm and fluffy and therefore jumping all over eachother (Amber actually had jumped me multiple times; that made me happy beyond measure for her to show me any such favor. Interestingly, the humans enjoyed that the most; they loved the luxury of fur, just not on themselves). And let's be totally honest: there is no feeling that compares with tackling Kung-Lao just after he's gotten out of the drying room. Or, conversely, him tackling you, but let the point be made that we were all having a simply wonderful time. It didn't last.
Abruptly, I was thrown through the air and pinned to the wall. Everyone else excepting Moji and Lektra fell in a dead faint on the ground. A white dragon with more of an icthian face and pale red lines on his body, which was clothed only in a tight, bright red speedo, filled my vision and said with a grin, "We want you to watch, Watcher. Watch and then die." His voice... I shuddered. His voice was deeper than a grizzly bear's growl, but practiced seduction. Sandpaper on metal chains questing for pleasure.
He left, put his arm around Lektra familiarly, and stepped into the wide common room to join Moji and the black, more reptilian dragon who was equally as large; each was perhaps seven feet tall. The boys fought, but seemed simultaneously intrigued; I detected foul play as I smelled something odd in the musk which pervaded the room once they entered. The dragons held them tightly, though, and didn't respond to weakly pummeling fists. The black dragon's junk was concealed extremely poorly, as poorly as his companion's, by a dark blue speedo, and his body had sapphire lines webbing across it. I couldn't speak and I couldn't move, so I watched from my spread-eagle position on the wall. I was helpless.
The white dragon pulled Lektra away, beyond my earshot and into the showers, which were nearly dry again. Meanwhile, the black dragon held Moji tightly to his side. The shiba inu boy protested slightly, but seemed confused and curious about his immediate future. That was what sucked about a young boy's sense of curiosity: no common sense to go with it.
The black sat him down on one of the benches and laid his hand gently on the boy's package. Moji started and shifted to get away, but the black held him firmly and made soothing noises. "Oh, come now. You're such a beautiful creature; don't you want to know anything about what's going on?" His voice was a soft, comforting baritone. It was really an incredible voice; liquid gold; molten bronze. Moji nodded slowly after slight hesitation. At that, the dragon grinned. I began to despair. Whatever was about to happen was not good--Lektra seemed to be resisting more readily in the shower room, and no one could see me.
The black kept his hand where it was and locked eyes with Moji until the pup was hard. "Now, let me show you what happens if you don't cooperate with me. Come here, sit on my lap." They had been facing directly away from the showers, but the dragon spun him and sat him chest-to-chest with himself in his lap so Moji could look over his shoulder. While he did this, the black got a yip out of Moji by grabbing his slowly-emerging penis and beginning to slide his hand up and down the abnormally long shaft. "Do you see?"
Moji concentrated as he could; not only did the speed of the black's hand increase while he watched, but the package beneath him hardened and the shaft seemed to just keep growing beneath his tailhole, nearly lifting him up. As he looked, the white had Lektra down on the ground and was rutting him mercilessly with a giant cock while Lektra screamed. His balls made wet, smacking noises as they slapped against the precum, of which there was so much it pushed out even before he actually climaxed. I fought tenfold against my invisible restraints, but it was no use. My throat, no matter how I tore it, made no sound; my body could not move the barest inch.
When he was done, the white pulled out, leaving a puddle of cum around Lektra, who moaned in pain on the ground and struggled to rise. When he did get to his knees, though, the white beat him back on the ground and rolled the hare over so his cock, still rock hard, flopped against his chest. Milking the last of the load from himself and grabbing some from the floor, the white smeared his seed all over the boy's body, especially the face and head, hitting him from time to time to keep him down. The dragon then did something I never expected. He pushed his penis against Lektra's mouth, but instead of the hare opening his jaws to receive it as I expected, the cock actually dilated around Lektra's muzzle and began to engulf it. I gasped in shock, though it still made no noise.
No, it can't be... they can't mean to-!
The white bent his mouth down to Lektra's engorged penis to begin sucking slowly at it while his cock continued to expand crazily and its head got all the way around Lektra's own. Moji cried out and struggled, but he was firmly in the black's power, by restraint and stimulation alike. The penis continued inexorably to grow as Lektra arched his back on the ground in protest to the whole process. It took his shoulders after a long push and groan from the white, then began moving faster. To the tune of Moji's and the white's moans of anger and pleasure, Lektra's chest slipped smoothly within. His head pushed into the creature's ballsack as the schlong's head reached his waist, continuously pouring out precum to slicken still more his muscular body. Lektra had still not cum by the time the dragon flattened the rabbit's cock against his chest to ease entry into his own cock. The boy, completely escaped from rationality and blinded irretrievably to the gravity of the situation, began humping against the inside of the shaft as his thighs and knees were taken in by the now ridiculously huge piece. He shuddered in orgasm as the dragon stood and his shoulders joined his head in the ballsack. The white then grabbed a leg in each hand and, leaning back to get the cock straight up in the air, shoved down with them hard. Slowly, the rabbit's wriggling chest slid down into the enormous scrotum, the white laughing all the while, asking for him to struggle more, to assist in the consumption, as the black kept Moji on the edge of orgasm and speechless. As he sucked and squeezed the hare, the white's hands disappeared with Lektra's feet for some moments, hastening their entry, and came out soaked in precum. He sucked at them for some minutes as the cock shrank down to about two feet (of proportional width) and Lektra, folded into the fetal position within his predator's scrotum, lost much of his shape. He had been digested. The white then began to give himself head. As he did, Moji finally came, ejaculating semen all over the black's chest and his own, and moaning Lektra's name in pain and loss.
I could not quite tell what was going on, but the white's gigantic ballsack shrank somewhat and gained a seemingly harder consistency. At the same time, with every pulse on his cock, the white's body grew shudderingly, niether activity stopping until he was seven and a half feet tall from drinking the precum. His cock shrank, but to a size longer than he was originally. He then joined the black in that room to watch, masterbating slowly in the corner. I didn't want to know what would happen when he orgasmed again, but my plans were beginning. I did not plan to sit idly by while this happened. My wings buzzed furiously in their confinements, gathering energy.
The black made Moji lick up what he had spilled. "Come on Moji. Clean it up." It was all said with such encouraging gentility that it was almost no wonder Moji complied; I also imagined some mind-numbing magic had been used; the taint in the musk had only grown more powerful as I watched. Had I not known it was there, I might have succumbed, as well. The boy moved almost mechanically, getting to his knees when he eventually needed to. Almost.
He tasted the stuff hesitantly, sorrowfully, then went to it, afraid of what would happen if he didn't and beginning to enjoy his taste. "When I'm done with this, will you let me go? I haven't done anything wrong."
"We'll see." Liquid diamond was that voice. Whenever I broke my concentration, I was wondering if I could ever get the black to join a choir.
Finally, Moji reached where his seed has spilled on the speedo, which showed the clear outline of a huge penis, and which had been stretched such that the tennis ball-sized sack was not quite so hidden and the base of the shaft was clear to see. He dutifully lapped at the bulging fabric and the black began to moan. "Take it off. Button in the back. Take it off." Moji obeyed, his eyes tight with unshed tears.
"This is so wrong," he whispered.
The black shaft sprang up before him and quickly pulsed to full height. Like its master's body, it had robin's egg-blue lines, like webbing, criss-crossing it. Moji gasped. "That's... that's beautiful," he breathed. The black looked at him strangely, as if seeing him for the first time. I myself was caught by surprise, but realized the good in what Moji had said. Not only was he inarguably correct from a purely objective standpoint, but any positive emotion he could grab from the black was a boon.
"Really?"
"Yeah." His voice shuddered wearily. "I mean, aesthetically. When I think about what you're probably going to do, though..."
"Most people are scared wholeheartedly of it all," he said absent-mindedly, interrupting the boy. "The stripes frighten them, because they're unnatural, and look like scars. On my entire body, I mean." His expression hardened slightly.
Moji's eyes stayed downcast and unfocused, though his face was still in the dragon's lap. "Well, I mean it. I'm not trying to kiss up to you; it's a fact."
Something like tenderness, or maybe just intrigue, hit the dragon's eyes. "Well..." He cleared his throat and glanced back at the white, who was almost lost in his autoeroticism. How could I get that boy back? I could think of only one way, and I really didn't like it. "Give it a lick, huh?" His voice went back to the earlier softly commanding tone, those burnished silver manacles wrought of words. "Or more than one."
Moji sighed sadly and went to it, running his tongue from base to tip before taking all he could in his mouth; he wasn't trying to please--only obey. Strangely, the black tenderly laid his hands on the shiba inu's head and began scratching behind his ears. Moji startled slightly, careful not to hurt his captor for fear of what he might incur, though I could not say I would have exercised the same caution, then went back to what he was doing. A smooth rhythm between predator and prey began, and it was very clear when the boy let himself be lulled into calm by the caresses on his head. His eyes closed quietly as he siezed the oportunity to forget where he was.
I saw the white begin walking to them. Suddenly, he moved behind Moji and shoved a pill into his tailhole. This time, Moji gasped and took his mouth away, gripping the black's thighs with his hands and pressing his face into his chest as the white then penetrated him, using a bit of what had become of Lektra to slicken the entry while the boy cried out in pain. The black held him close, his gaze unreadable as he looked at the white, whose eyes were closed with strain.
Moji screamed from the torturous stretching, even with the spelled medicine and the lubrication. His muscles simply were not prepared for something like that; no one's should ever be. As soon as he was in all the way, the white put one hand around to hold Moji's chest and feel his own penis through the boy by pressing down tightly on his abs and said, softly into his ear, "Guess what happens next."
"No," whispered Moji fiercely. "I won't." He already knew. It nearly made me hurl.
"I'm going to pump you full of your little friend, is what's going to happen. Now finish what you started." Moji let out a strangled cry as the white began pulling himself out, but he replaced his lips where they were and put his hands around the bottom of the shaft, more to brace himself than anything else, scrambling to snatch back what he could of his few peaceful moments. He moaned or yelped every time the white pumped into him with the full sixteen inches he was using, but it was not long before the black came.
Or seemed to. Really, the black pulled the boy's head back to let the clear liquid of precum burst forth, covering Moji's face. The dragon softly rubbed it around Moji's head, and I knew what that meant. Moji would definitely share Lektra's fate. The white climaxed finally while this was happening, and Moji cried out, bawling with rage. "Lektra," he moaned while the white screamed in pleasure, holding the boy in a fierce grip for the entirety of his minute-long orgasm. White cum blasted into Moji, some of it spraying back out, but most entering him with such force that it actually began to inflate his stomach. That was another result of the pill; it had cleared out his digestive tract, but also artificially shortened it. While the white laughed again and pulled out, his balls only half the size they had been, Moji leaned to his side and started to vomit the stuff out, but the white cruelly clamped his mouth and nose shut. "Swallow him," he demanded. "Swallow Lektra!"
Moji shook his head fiercely, but was beginning to choke, and the black quickly began stroking his throat so he had no choice. A tear ran down his cheek. "What did I do to you?!" he begged. "Tell me what sin I committed! Tell me what fucking motivation you have for killing him and for killing me!"
The white answered quickly with, "Well, it is 'fucking' motivation. And hunger."
The black was slightly slower. "You two oppose, as do we. There's a certain symmetry we enjoy." A pause, in consideration. "Here's an example." With that, he stood and lifted Moji up, gazing into his tear-stained eyes the whole while he pushed himself into the boy. He looked at me, and whispered softly to the boy, "See, isn't that easier?" Moji nodded; his body would be better off adjusting slowly to the emptiness. The white, though, put another pill on top of his own cock, yanked on the boy's tail to stretch him, and began shoving his tool in Moji again from the back, eliciting an anguished scream as the second huge cock pushed mercilessly into him. The two of them began pumping into him alternatingly. The black seemed slightly distracted, but not enough to avoid going as quickly as he could to climax, driving both him and the white to leak sweat in profuse amounts across the young body between them, the heat of the showers unavoidable in such a closed space. They both came simultaneously while Moji struggled desperately to hang onto consciousness, tears running down his face, his body stretched absurdly around their members. His chest pulsed sickeningly as their combined cum filled him. "There's the rest of your friend, and a little somethin' besides!" jeered the white. He pulled out violently, turned his back, and walked several paces away to watch the rest.
The black lifted him off more gently and squeezed down on his chest, turning away while all the excess spilled out and Moji nearly died from the mortification of it all. "It will all be over soon," he said calmingly, then looked at me significantly and mouthed, "Save us." I would have looked bewildered, had the white not been looking at me. How could I save them? Why would I need to save him? Or want to?
The black held Moji in a tight, careful embrace, then softly laid him down on the ground. The white said, "Zeben, what was that?"
His partner looked up. "Nothing. Let it be."
The white looked at him consideringly, then let it be. "Well, get on with it. You know, little boy, you quite emptied us out." He grinned wickedly. "One of us still needs refeuling."
Kneeling at Moji's feet, Zeben kissed them lightly, tickling them and getting a spasm out of Moji. He then took both in his mouth and got them almost to his throat, but seemed to change his mind. I had assumed he would do the same the white had, but apparently that was not the case.
He spun the boy, who was on his back, around so they were face to face. With that, he opened his mouth and put it around Moji's head, the slickness of the clear liquid on it smoothing entry. Zeben's jaws unhinged to fit in the whole head, and somehow, I knew he was tickling Moji's ears with his tongue; the boy twitched. The services continued as the boy was pushed deeper and deeper within him: Zeben spun his tongue over the boy's skin, brushing neck, teasing nipples, massaging chest, rubbing gonads, pressing thighs. The dragon's throat stretched and stretched to accomadate the boy, as did his stomach.
Eventually, Zeben sat on the bench and folded up Moji's knees, then swallowed loudly such that the boy's tail was left moving prehensilely through the air (it was a strange talent Moji had developed). The tail brushed Zeben across the face over and over again, almost in reciprocative thanks.
Abruptly, I noticed that the white had his cock around Zeben's feet, but the black's eyes were closed in pointed ignorance. He was really... He wasn't like the white, not at all. For something in a mind to change as significantly as it did in his, there must already be an idea planted, ready to germinate. How he got drawn into murder was beyond me, but he was thoroughly enjoying this strange act with Moji; I almost saw a smile at one point as Moji's fingers pushed cat-like against the inside of his stomach for an internal massage. I would have grinned at that very idea had I not been so set on showing no emotion whatsoever, on my machinations, and the fact that death was very probably imminent. I didn't know when the white would approach me, but when he did, oh, there would be hell to pay.
But the white had gotten Zeben up to his knees. The black seemed not to notice now, but I knew he had. Instead of fighting, he spoke around the tail, which still stroked his face and neck, though slower than before. "Did you have this planned from the beginning, or was it only when I developed an emotional attachment?" His voice was calm, if strained around his meal. He licked around the base of the tail again, between Moji's thighs, and I saw the figure outlined in his chest jitter again.
"From the beginning, but it solidified just a moment ago. If we do this, it has to be unfalteringly. You can't begin to like a meal in a personal manner. If you want to be a vore creature, if you want to become massive, a juggernaut, like I'll be when this is all over, you cannot enjoy your food's company."
"Falix, how will you possibly enjoy life?" He let himself be thrown to the ground when the white wrenched him off the bench; after all, the white was now the bigger, and his cock had reached the other's waist. "You can have no children, no progeny. Your name will disappear, if you live like this, less than a year after you die. You are nothing, and will come to nothing, because you will be the only one, and I have yet to find a woman who can unbirth with the same results as your voring."
Falix stood, letting his massively engorged cock continue its work in the style of a snake, limp on the ground, crawling up his partner's waist, sucking him in with quiet, steady pulses. "I don't need progeny. I need to live for myself. Today is all there is. And I will live for a fucking lot of todays; just look at this stock!" He gestured at the sprawled humanoids around the locker room. "I can store all the energy I need from them to sustain the body size they give me. I mean, I'm a beast! I have a fucking warehouse of storage space!" He patted his sack with a loud laugh. Zeben folded his arms to ease his former partner's consumption, so he wouldn't hurt his shoulders; his hands slid in and the cock quickly took him up to the elbows. Falix grunted with the strain of covering both the black's original width and what was added by Moji.
Zeben swallowed the tail, letting it slip smoothly down his throat and letting out a sigh. "Well, I cannot live this way. And you will not. We will yet survive, whatever you do."
"Not a chance."
"Oh, I think there's some." I felt myself released, and dropped without a sound. I wished I could offer some thanks, but that would have to wait. "Now, let me do one last thing before you finish me." The white had him up to the shoulders, then, and the cock was hard, so he was in the air; his legs had already slipped up to the knee into Falix's scrotum, and the white's knees were bent with the strain of holding them up. "Moji, please forgive me. I don't deserve it, I know, but... forgive me." His eyes glistened; it was the first definite show of emotion in the exchange. His chest made odd convulsions, bringing Moji's head back out of his throat. Moji's damp head came out as the giant shaft around his captor hit Zeben's throat, which stretched for the boy's partial release. "I forgive you," he said. Zeben's eyes closed in thanks as he was covered up to his ears. Moji then looked down at Falix. I could do nothing, yet; I wanted to be able to save Lektra, too, and I couldn't until... something else happened. The boy spoke not a word, but burned hell into the white's eyes.
Falix was taken aback for a single instant in time. "Whatever." Moji sank back inside Zeben at the same time the cockhead closed around the black's snout and Falix let out an intense moan of pleasure, feeling their combined bodies slip into his monster of a cock. The white stroked himself with contented groans, pushing the two of them deeper and deeper into his body. After a while, his cock had shrunk back to about thirty inches and his balls had the clear outline of Zeben and his bloated belly in the fetal position, not fighting. Trusting me.
Once, Falix looked at me, but I had managed to hang myself back in my old position, so he suspected nothing. After some minutes, he tired of waiting and began consuming Amber. I wished so badly to stop him that I almost gave myself away, but I had to wait for him. It was the only thing I knew to do- to put them all back together. But I couldn't do that until they were broken apart and none were in him. He, unfortunately, developed a system.
He kissed Amber disgustingly as her head disappeared within him, then shoved her down and immediately began sucking at his cock. The precum released quickly, and he grew- eight feet, nine, from Zeben. He laughed with a twisted madness, feeling his hanging orbs for Amber's still form, finding her, and masterbating. Finally, he released a load, consisting of Zeben and Moji. He plastered the walls with it, groaning and pulsing with every twitch, with everything that had happened. His world was submersed in this ugly pleasure. When he finally finished, Amber's outline had lost shape. So he filled the time waiting for her digestion by picking Kung-Lao as his next target, but grabbing the Afghan hound instead. His look was pure evil as he took the panda, suckling on Kung-Lao's cock until it climaxed from unconscious stimulation, all the while consuming the Afghani girl. When he was done with her, he started on Kung-Lao, practically giggling with insane happiness. The bear seemed to be a milemarker for him, as he put especial pleasure into shoving the man all the way down into his balls with his hands, his arms disappearing within himself to the shoulder to accomplish this. Again, he came, and again, and again, and again, covering the whole floor in a thick layer of creamy, white liquid. The next time, he took two at once, growing larger all the time. It wasn't too long before he could only remain on in the room sitting down, his muscles bulging and veiny from all his exercise and growth. "Not too long" is relative, though; it took him nearly an hour. Despite all I could do, I went insanely hard just watching him. The sex in the air would have aroused the most pious monk. I observed his progress; suck, shove, laugh, stretch, swallow, pulse, swell, pump, burst, purr, stroke, shudder, geyser, gush, explode, in whatever order kept him hardest. Finally, he performed autofellatio one last time, and pulsed a slight bit larger, then let the remaining cum go. His balls were now each the size of Kung-Lao, and his head touched the top of the the twelve-foot building. His shaft was not far behind.
"You see, Siber," he suddenly said. I started, but remained in my spread-eagle position. "I don't actually derive this size from the relative size of the victim, but from their spiritual energy. Different from their souls, of course, though I would love to be able to consume souls. It would feel... even more completing, I think."
You bastard, I thought. There is no death of soul, and no darker wish.
"That is why I became this size; athletes generally have a great deal of energy." He turned to me with a hungry eye. "You, though, have so freaking much energy!!!" Falix slapped his hand into the two inches of cum on the ground, sending it splashing. "When I take you- oh, Lord, will it be good!"
"If you take me," I corrected him coldly. My eyes dead and murderous, I dropped from my perch and started towards him. My wings buzzed like humingbirds'; I may as well have flown.
He put a hand to his chin thoughtfully, consideringly, but not worriedly. "Well, I wondered if I shouldn't set up my own binds." He spread his legs wide and invitingly. "Come on, though. If you seriously think you can do me any damage, do it."
"Oh, I'm not trying to do you damage yet." He reached out to me with a hand, but I crouched down into a martial stance and screamed from my gut at him, thrusting my palm forward as though I were breaking a mountain. Winds crushed him, helpless, against the walls. I had been preparing this for the past two hours, while he consumed my friends and charges. Loosening my stance, I began phase two while he raged, furiosuly writhing against the wall. The last of the semen was squeezed forcibly from him and joined the puddle on the floor, which began to coalesce into a giant floating sphere. Finally, I flicked my hand dismissively, while he shrieked with loathing, and teleported him several thousand feet into the atmosphere.
This last part would be hard for me, psychologically and physically. I cast a strong elasticity spell on myself and allowed the erection which I had been trying to suppress to harden fully. Then, I plunged my shaft into the sphere of cum in the middle of the room and began to take it in.
I gasped. It felt... so good. Like a continuous orgasm, it flowed into me. My balls pumped hugely as two dozen people were drained into them in a steady flow of pleasure. The sphere shrunk more and more rapidly as time passed, and I groaned and grunted, putting my hands into the mass to stroke myself and speed it. When I did, I felt my cock pulsing enormously to siphon in more and more at a time, gallons of spunk flowing into it unabatedly. My massive scrotum quickly touched the floor and began spreading out, pooling tremendously. It took ten minutes of constant orgasmic pleasure, and it was hard to stop in the end so I could start the next spell in time, so immersed did I become. (I actually ended up sitting on my balls, which if you've never done before and you have access to absurdly gargantuan balls, I would recommend; it's like the best kind of beanbag chair.) However, I somehow managed cast the final phase.
Within me, I felt the various forms of people take shape. The instant one had been made, I began masterbating strongly. Luckily, my balls were producing tons of precum on their own, so I was well-lubricated. I also sweated profusely, beads of the salty liquid pouring down my face and bare chest, even through my fur, and I panted like a common dog no matter how my wings blew, acting as fans and heat sinks for the excessive energy cost. Finally, I saw one of the players' hands reach out of my gigantic member. It was a cat paw; that had been the last boy consumed. I reached forward with my free hand to grasp his and he responded, gripping tightly as I pulled him slowly, but surely, back into life and reality.
One by one, they came out. As I went, it got harder and harder to expel them because my penis shrank proportionately to my balls. Most were asleep as they were expelled, in the same state they had been when they entered. Kung-Lao came out looking pleased with himself- I softly grinned, for he had no idea why he had had such a pleasant dream, and probably would not remember it, anyway; that was fortunate for him. When Amber slid forth, I gave myself the liberty of wiping off her face where Falix had kissed it and giving her my own kiss, quickly. It was selfish, but... well, I deserved something.
Finally, I expelled Zeben and Moji, Moji still within the other. As soon as the dragon realized this was the case, he knelt down and began hacking like a cat, forcing the boy out of him. Moji came out in perfect condition, his body restored by the spell. They embraced as soon as he was free, Zeben apologizing over and over again for what he had done, Moji assuring him that he had more than made up for it; they would kill Falix themselves. Last of all, Lektra was released. Moji pulled his feet, and he came out with such force that the two tumbled over eachother, somersaulting across the floor. Once they landed, Lektra on top of the other, Lektra looked bewildered for a moment, realized who he was on, and collapsed down to squeeze the smaller boy in a tight embrace. "What happened to us?" he asked, burying his face in Moji's neck.
"You almost died," answered Moji with an answering nuzzle. "So did I." They were still young enough to be on the point of tears from the experience. Hell, at that age, I would have been.
"I can tell you the specifics later," I said to those who were awake, trying not to look out of breath and exhausted despite the sweat drenching my fur. "We have to go kill a twenty-five foot tall dragon, who has probably gotten larger by now." I grinned visciously. "I want to stuff him, and put him in my back yard like a hunting trophy."
"Siber, come on," said Zeben imploringly. As though I had a reason to rest.
"How do you know my name? He did, too, you know. Oh, and thank you for setting me free; it was much easier than what I had planned."
"Oh." That took him by surprise. "You're welcome. We've been watching you." He approached me, and I had to look up at him and tell myself not to back away; I didn't work well with even accidental threats. "Siber, give yourself some credit. It takes a powerful sorceror to do what you just did, as nasty a procedure as it was. You always complain to yourself about having no power, as far as the two of us could tell, but I saw what Falix did not. You have tremendous potential."
My heart jumped. Dirty as he was, the dragon was a mage of some sort. Hearing that from such as him gave me a kind of satisfaction. Even if he didn't know that yes, Falix had seen it, and had wanted to consume it.
"If there's anything I can do to repay you, just name it. But let me start with this, regardless of your comfort level." He put his arms around me and pressed me tightly against his chest, pushing his long chin down against me. After a moment of tense, wide-eyed shock, I returned the embrace, letting my head press into his chest, allowing myself that one moment of comfort after my ordeal. Comfort was really all I ever wanted; if it had to be from another guy, I was willing to take it. I think I murred once against his skin.
"That will be all, I think," I said, pulling away reluctantly. He had done something while we hugged so that I was no longer tired. And Moji and Lektra were looking at me with raised eyebrows. "Thank you. Now, we all have to go find and kill a dragon. Do you know where he is?"
I'll have you know the stuffed dragon crouching on all fours in an erotic museum (and still thirty feet tall, at that) is the best thing I've ever owned- the eyes, tail, and genitals (no longer ridiculously out of proportion; only enough to be crazily arousing) still move if I allow them to, though obviously, the balls don't make anything. It's exotic, erotic, scares off hide-bound males, and attracts lotsa lovely ladies, who coo over the story if I'm in the museum to tell it. Not that I need them, of course. Amber spends much more time with me now.