A Messy Affair
I've been fairly busy, so I haven't posted for a while. This is another commission I've had waiting. Hopefully everyone enjoys a bit more strangeness :>
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A Messy Affair
By Anawyn
Trevor was having a bad day. Work had been slow and grueling, hours of pointless meetings. The drive home had been no better. Several accidents along the freeway had slowed traffic to a crawl as everyone stopped to admire other peoples' misery.
It was growing dark as the African wild dog stepped out of his car. He was fairly tall, and handsome by most definitions, with a well-formed muzzle and attractive patterning to his facial fur. Trevor was dressed in the remains of his business attire. He'd taken the jacket off in the car, and the blue tie hung loose around his neck. The rumpled white shirt and gray slacks hung on him loosely as he looked at his inviting house. Finally home. He smiled wearily and went inside.
Trevor closed the door behind him, closing the latch. His hand slowed as it moved away from the door. Something smelled wrong. The canine sniffed, lifting his nose. There were all the usual odors of his home, but there was an unfamiliar musk as well. Another male. He growled instinctively, then called out, "Melody, I'm home! Where are you?"
His wife's voice came back, quick and cheerful, "I'm in the bedroom hon! Just come on in."
Trevor relaxed a little. It wasn't likely there was actually else here right now, if she was free to answer so readily. Still. . . he shook his head, it was foolish to assume trouble just because of a slightly strange scent. He wasn't going to make wild accusations based on something like that, he'd seen it go bad for too many other dogs. He sighed just the same, not needing more stress today, then made his way over to the bedroom.
The door creaked faintly as he pushed it open. He forced a smile on his muzzle, which promptly froze as he saw what awaited him. His wife, Melody, was there, dressed in some of her skimpiest lingerie. A lovely wild dog, she had a small, slender body, the curves subtle but accentuated well by the tight undergarments. She sat calmly on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, waiting for him. That wasn't what drew his attention though. Standing next to her with one hand on her shoulder was a male wild dog. Tall, muscular, achingly handsome, and dressed in nothing but a pair of white boxers. He smiled accommodatingly at Trevor.
"We've been waiting, run into a bit of traffic?" the strange canine asked, calm voice coated with amusement.
Trevor entered the room warily, growling softly and eying the male. What was this? It was so blatant, he wasn't sure what to think, but he knew it was certainly nothing good. His eyes shifted to Melody, "What's going on, who is this?" he demanded.
Melody reached over, trailing a claw along the other male's side, "This is Grant, my lover. He's here because we decided it was time we let you in on our little affair. Make you part of it." Grant grinned at her last words.
Trevor didn't really process the last part of it. He was shaking too hard, mind racing. How could she do this to him? And why was she being so calm about it? She was just taunting him, they both were! He'd had suspicions for a while, but this. . .
"Why are you telling me this? Do you just want to rub my nose in it, is that it? Why would you bring him here like this? I can't believe I've trusted you all this time!"
Melody smiled softly, "Well, we had a little something special planned for you, hon." There was an odd tone to her voice. She sounded eager, happy, sad. . . Trevor's mind didn't bother sorting it all, he wasn't really in the mood.
Grant walked over, closer to Trevor. Trevor bristled, glaring up at his wife's lover, "This is still my house, you need to leave. If this is how Melody wants things, with you, then so be it, but I don't have to put up with you in my home!"
Grant licked his lips and grinned, "Oh, I see. Well, let's put that to a little test." He closed his eyes, and his body began to shimmer, waves of light pulsing beneath his fur.
Trevor hesitated, then took a few steps back, not sure what to expect. His gaze flicked to Melody, who seemed just as calm as before.
Grant's body begin to shift. His fur darkened first, the patterned wild dog fur all darkening, heading towards black. He seemed to be growing taller as well, body bulking out a little. He breathed in slowly, flicking his ears and swishing his tail.
Trevor growled deeply, "A shapeshifter. Not even a real canine." He took his hits where he could. A part of him realized, though, that he may be in trouble here. A shapeshifter meant magic, he'd need to be on his guard more than he'd anticipated, and he still wasn't thinking all that clearly. At least he was aware of that fact.
Grant's fur had gone completely black. His muzzle began to press out, growing larger and thicker. His tail, on the other hand, thinned a bit, growing more wiry than fluffy. And his paws. . . Trevor could see them hardening, toes fusing. He knew what this was then, and felt a jolt of fear.
Grant reached down and ripped off the straining boxers, revealing a massive, equine sheath and sac. He stood now on two shiny black hooves, his tail swishing behind him. Cool eyes glowed faintly, peering over the stallion's attractive muzzle as the nightmare smirked at him.
Trevor identified the dark horse with the glowing eyes easily enough. He knew nightmares were fairly powerful, and that their magic could extend to others, but he knew little beyond that. He regretted that lack of knowledge quite a bit right now.
The stallion stepped forward, hooves clomping, "Now, are you going to toss me out of your house, Trevor? You are welcome to try."
Melody chuckled softly, "Oh, don't tease him so much, there's no reason to be mean."
Trevor ignored her pointedly, warily watching the magic equine, "Just leave, before I call the police." Grant was a good hand taller than him, and his naked body more fit as well. Trevor entertained no hope of taking him physically, but doubted he wanted too much legal trouble. He reached into his pocket for his phone.
A word echoed from Grant's lips. It wasn't any word the canine understood, but it dripped with power. His hand was yanked from his pocket and forced behind his back. His other arm was pulled in next to it, locked together by some invisible force. He cried out in shock.
Grant chuckled, and walked around Trevor, tail brushing against him, "You won't do anything I don't want you to. You've never dealt much with a true creature of magic before, have you? I can make dreams, or nightmares, come true. You are nothing to me."
Trevor realized that the feeling of control wasn't anything actually pushing his wrists together. It felt more like something was inside his arms, controlling them and making them do that one their own. He struggled to free them, but couldn't even wriggle his arms. He fought down his fear, "And what are you planning to do with me? It's still my house."
Melody was the one to answer now. She lounged on the bed, just watching, "I don't want you out of my life, hon. And I certainly don't want you killed in order to. . . well, make things work more smoothly with the house and bank account. So we came up with something more fun." She grinned at him, tail wagging a little.
Grant reached down, slowly beginning to stroke his sheath. His red tip pressed out, and he cupped it in his fingers, whickering a bit, "Yes, far more fun, Trevor. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise though."
The wild dog eyed the growing cock in distaste. He then felt something grab his body from the inside and bend him over. He staggered, but was unable to catch himself as he fell forward onto the bed. His chest and head fell across it, knees going down with paws spread behind him. He had to crane his neck a good deal to look back, and then could watch Grant's hands moving, controlling him. He could feel the nightmare inside him, an invader tugging at his muscles, making them dance at his command.
Trevor snarled, but he was feeling more and more helpless. He had no idea how to fight something inside his own body, it was like he was completely locked out.
Grant stroked his shaft more, the long equine length unfurling, baring itself lewdly as he approached on heavy hooves.
Melody reached over to help undo her husband's shirt, unbuttoning it, then removing it and the one beneath it. She then reached down to work on his pants.
The dog squirmed as best he could, glowering at her, "What are you doing? This is insane, you're my wife!" He stared at the stallion's cock again. He couldn't help guessing at what was intended. As much as he tried not to think about it, rape kept flashing through his mind. Trevor was pretty firmly straight to begin with, but he knew enough to guess that something of that size wasn't going to be pleasant. . .
Melody moved off the bed to pull down his pants and underwear. Trevor's sheath was quite unaroused at the moment, unlike the swelling stallion. Melody smiled sweetly, "Yes I am, and that's why I want to keep you around. You've been nice enough, but you're no where near as good in bed. And you can't offer me the other things Grant can." She kissed his nose gently.
Grant was finally standing right behind him, hooves brushing against his legs. That red cock bobbed and dribbled pre along its length, "Mmm, you can't do the things I do, or you wouldn't be in this situation," he sneered. He pressed his fingers to his shaft's tip, and a pulse of change shifted through it. It shrank down, retaking the knotted canine shape from before, much smaller now, "Let's start out with something easy to fit."
Trevor had been right. He was going to be raped by his wife's lover. Now he whimpered, much of his swollen rage draining from him. He couldn't even move most of his body, and the only person who might help him seemed to be enjoying watching, "Please, wait. Look, we can do this another way. I'm not into guys." He realized the last was pointless as he said it, as if that would really factor into why Grant should stop.
And of course it just made the nightmare laugh, "Mmm, that's another problem you have. You're too straight-laced, Trevor. Life's more fun if you keep your options open." The canine cock pressed up under the dog's tail, wetting it. Trevor tried to clench, but it just got pushed open. Grant thrust in, spreading his virgin tailhole.
Trevor clenched his teeth and turned away. He could feel the cock inside him, painfully spreading his anal passage. Though much smaller than before, it was still quite a stretch for him. The mental pain was almost as bad, the whole situation so far out of his control. He couldn't imagine this was happening, but he could feel every throb of it inside him.
"Mmm, you're nice and tight. Maybe if you were 'into guys' we could have had some nice threesomes going on." He was casual about it, as if just teasing a friend or new lover, but there was an edge to his voice. Trevor knew he was aware what he was doing, what he was forcing into the canine. There was a certain painful pleasure to the slick cock spreading him, pushing across his prostate, but the method and situation kept Trevor cold.
Melody stroked his muzzle gently, smiling, "Mmm, relax hon. This won't take too long."
Trevor snapped at that, anger rising up again. He glared at her, "Relax? Your new boyfriend has his dick in me, how am I supposed to relax?" He tried to squeeze down, force the stallion out, but he was pretty deep in now. There was a painful thrust, and then the knot locked him in. Trevor's anger slipped again into a soft whimper
Grant laughed, "This is just a bit of foreplay, doggy. You haven't even started to feel the real fun yet." He smirked, and then Trevor felt his cock shifting again. It felt as though it was splitting at the end, spreading almost into two tips. They dug into his aching passage, spreading it wider. He groaned, but oddly the pain was starting to subside. He felt almost stretchy inside.
The twin tips pressed him open as Grant humped him. The equine body pressed up against him intimately, warm and soft, violating, "Mmmm, there we go. You see, mrrrr, I can't really let you tell anyone about this." He was breathing a bit harder now, enjoying himself. The shaft shifted again as he thrusted, swelling larger, the heads joining together and flaring wide. Trevor stretched more, the pain vanishing completely. Something was wrong, he didn't know what, but it couldn't be good. He looked at his wife, but she was watching eagerly as well.
Trevor shivered, "What. . . how are you going to prevent that?" he asked in horrid fascination. The whole thing was so bizarre. He was being penetrated against his will as this horse discussed it with him. It all felt so strange, a mixture of horror, and now dull acceptance as he waited for what came next. That stretching felt as if it was spreading.
Grant's cock changed again, and now felt as if it was returning to its original form. Nearly two feet long, it made Trevor's tight passage expand, stretching like rubber. He gasped, a moment of intense pleasure almost as unwanted as the rest of this, but it quickly subsided. And there was no pain. He could feel the cock poking even into his belly, he could feel it all perfectly, but it didn't hurt at all. He knew it should. His breath came harder, matching Grant's more closely.
Grant reached around to Trevor's chest, fingers rubbing through the fur there. It felt like the fur was beginning to melt, becoming almost liquid as it flowed together under his touch, "You're about to see, doggy. Mmm, how does that feel? I'm shifting your whole body into a more suitable form."
Melody finally looked almost embarrassed, a bit sorry for what she was causing to be done to her husband, but she still said nothing.
Trevor felt his fur smoothing down into a sort of rubbery flesh. He was shrinking too, he realized, body, starting to lose mass, almost flowing down, "What are you doing to me? Stop, please, I'll do whatever you want me to." His panic was rising now, as things started to come more into focus. The more he shrunk, the more his passage expanded to hold Grant's cock.
Grant stroked his fingers along Trevor's arms. He moved them to the dog's sides, posing him like a doll. The fur there began to melt as well, dripping down over his fingers, starting to fuse them together, "Now now, that's no fun. Besides, I wouldn't want to deny your lovely wife your company. You're going to be very close," he chuckled.
Trevor tried as hard as he could to move his fingers, to pull them away from the rubbery substance that melted over them and joined them. They wouldn't budge, and he could only helplessly feel and watch as they melted away. His arms were sticking to his sides now as well, while he shrank even farther.
Grant shifted now, holding Trevor's sides and lifting him up more fully onto the bed. He'd lost almost two feet, and felt lighter, easier to manage now. That large, equine cock was adjusted as well, switching from pushing up and out of his belly to thrusting straight up towards his head. It pressed up through his belly, into his chest. He could feel his internal organs pushed aside, and he groaned.
Melody watched, leaning forward, eyes focused on her husband. Trevor's gaze was forced forward, so that he could only look at her, "Mmm, you never were very good at trying new things, sweetie." She slowly began to remove her underwear, stripping it off seductively, baring her fur. He knew it wasn't for his benefit. She smiled, almost reassuringly, but it did nothing to relax him. His fur was gone, melted down into a latex coating that held only the wild dog color pattern it had before. He cried out, yelping more than speaking, helpless and afraid. He could feel his legs going numb, but was unable to look back at them. The feeling was vanishing as he got smaller, another foot down now, tighter around the penetrating shaft. It felt as if the the legs too were spreading, melting out over the nightmare's cock.
"Please! I. . . just. . ." Trevor trailed off, having trouble moving his mouth. It felt sticky, gummy, and as he moved his tongue over his teeth, he could feel that those were softening too. Everything, every part of his body was losing movement, becoming what felt like tight latex, stretched more tightly over Grant's cock the smaller he got. He'd lost another foot, and wasn't all that much larger than Grant's oversized shaft. He could feel his head beginning to form around the equine cock's head, and it became clear enough what was happening to him. The cruel horse was making him into a condom.
There was little he could do to struggle now. His eyes still looked at Melody, but she only stared back apologetically. Grant laughed, rubbing along Trevor's muzzle. It deformed under his fingers, smoothing out to more tightly fit the shape, "Rrrrr, you're a much better fit now. So nice and tight, mmm, wish I'd done this a while ago." Trevor could still move his ears, but the stroking was pushing the rest of his defined features into the latex. The remains of his arms, legs, even his own flaccid sheath, smoothed down, flat and featureless.
Grant breathed harder up above him, "Oooh, whrrr, I like your husband after all, Melody. He feels so good around my dick," he jeered, pulling his cock up. He stroked Trevor's ears back, and they too melded into the latex that was his body now. He still had his tail, but each stroke pushed that in a little more. It curled around, flattening out to form a little rim at the base. Trevor tried wildly to move, speak, anything, but as his eyes smoothed away too he was completely helpless. He could still sort of see, feel, and hear, something magically allowing that, but nothing else. He was just a condom now, and he could feel Grant's cock under him, hot and stiff, just as he could feel the hand stroking up above.
Grant whickered, "Rrrr, man, this really got me hot, I'm barely holding it in. Are you ready to really please your stallion?" he asked lewdly. Trevor wanted to kill him, but was trapped, forced to watch as his lovely wife grinned, nodded, and slid back onto the bed.
Melody spread her legs invitingly. He'd seen her like this for him so many times, and a way she still was, but everything was so very wrong. Don't do this, he begged. Don't make me feel this! She just smiled seductively, unable to hear him, "I bet Trevor's ready for something more fun too. I'm ready, Grant, try out that new condom. Make me yours," she chrrred, reaching down and rubbing eagerly along her thighs.
Trevor bobbed towards her as Grant moved. He stroked the condom a little more, and the former canine could feel pre building up inside his head, shifting around to coat his insides. Melody leaned back, her gaze shifting up above him to her new lover, the stallion that had taken everything from Trevor. He tried again to move, to shift, but despite his best efforts, found himself closing in on the warm, wet passage that was his wife's pussy. It loomed large before him, seeming almost alien from so close up, and then he made contact with the outer folds.
It felt nice, sensual, and in another time it might have been fun. Trevor felt no enjoyment though, knowing that he was just an object, not truly part of the lovemaking. Grant thrust him in, and he glided passed the outer folds, pushing in deeper. It was dark, hot, and tight in there, tighter than it would have been with his own canine penis. He felt like he was being squeezed from all sides. He could hear muffled grunts and groans from up above, the sound of his wife with another man, using him for their enjoyment.
Another thrust. He was pulled back suddenly, then forced in again, body tingling across its surface with unwanted pleasure. Trevor could feel himself sliding across the lubricated folds of his wife, such a strange situation that at first he didn't pick up on anything stranger happening. He could feel something though, her body shifting around him. Muffled voices came up from above, raspy with pleasure.
"That's it, Melody, relax, accept my gift. Mmmm, just like I taught you, channel the magic. . ." Grant spoke in short, clipped breaths.
The soft flesh around the condom was darkening as he was pushed across it. A tingling in his latex form reminded him of the magic that had so recently altered him. The magic tingled across him and through him, the helpless condom a part of it as much as either lover. The thrusting movements came harder, faster, grunts and moans from up above came down louder as the magic swelled. Trevor tried to will it all away, but the intense feelings covering him just couldn't be blocked out.
Suddenly, the moans reached a climax. Trevor found himself thrust deep into the darkness, completely engulfed via a final, rough push. It felt like his latex body was almost rubbed apart by the strength of the equine's movement, but he held. Immediately after this, cum shot out from the large tip pressed inside him. Trevor's featureless head expanded as the seed poured into him, ballooning his already stretched body out even more.
It kept coming, wave after wave stretching him out. The canine-colored condom could feel his material straining with the pressure of it all. He wanted to scream, to feel pain, to do anything but sit here and listen to Grant's happy whicker as his body became swollen with seed. And then he burst. The latex snapped violently, and the cum escaped into the womb. Now just a broken, useless condom, Trevor was just a piece of rubber junk.
In his dazed, hopeless state, the former dog sat there, plastered around the hated equine cock. He couldn't imagine this getting worse. Everything was so much worse than he could even have dreamed of before. He was dimly aware of being pulled free, light streaming in as his wife's lover extracted his penis from her. His mind was jolted back a little as he caught sight of his wife.
Her fur had all turned black, the hunting dog patterning gone completely. And she was changing still, her naked body shifting, warping before his eyes. She panted hard, lying back with her fur matted from the heat of sex, reveling in the afterglow and whatever was creeping over her. Her muzzle thickened, rounded out, a mane grew down her neck, and he saw her paws harden into hooves. . . she was becoming another nightmare, and Grant grinned down at her in pleasure as her husband watched helplessly.
"That's it, doesn't it feel good? Accept the magic, drink it in. . ."
The change was rapid, her beautiful canine body corrupted, changed into that of a ebon mare. Her body flowed into its new shape, each lovely feature he'd known vanishing until a stranger was left. She groaned happily, then whickered, tail flicking under her as she gazed up at her fellow horse. Her satisfied grin faded as she caught sight of Trevor's broken, cum-soaked form dangling there, "Oh! He's broken, I didn't want you to break him. . ." she showed the first real concern for her husband she had all night, but he didn't exactly feel much better. He didn't even recognize her now.
Grant just laughed though, shaking the dangling condom, "Oh, he's fine. And of course he was going to break, I needed my seed in you for you to change, right? But here, look. . ." He leaned forward, holding Trevor closer for her to see. The patterned condom looked down at the woman he'd loved, but felt cold as she stared up at him.
The thick cum coating him began to move. Trevor could feel it lessening, but realized it wasn't just dripping off. He was absorbing the vile stuff into him, drawing it into his body. The equine seed was melding with him, his new body apparently even cleaning up after his new owner. As he did, his tear started to seal back up, closing itself with the cum as apparent fuel. He shuddered mentally, just when he'd thought things couldn't feel worse.
"There, you see? He'll always heal back up, ready to be used again. No need to worry. Now, Melody, you're going to have to practice a good deal if you want to get any real skill with your new powers. . ."
Trevor watched, listened, but sight and sound began to fade. The melding was still going on, and his body begin to fold up, the long tube collapsing down into a coin-sized shape. Grant grinned at him briefly, voice sounding distant, talking about magic and powers. Trevor's world was growing smaller, tighter as he felt a plastic covering forming over him. All of his senses were cut off as the package sealed over him, locking him in and leaving him clean, ready for another use. He struggled to do anything, but now there was nothing but quiet darkness. Hopelessly, he gave in to the fact that he was nothing but a reusable condom.
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Time passed for Trevor. At first he fumed, angry at what the nightmares had done to him, forced him into. The confinement was horrible, and he was only let out when they wanted to use him for their sexual escapades again. At first he was just as disgusted as the first time, but more time stuck alone in the darkness made him come to appreciate the sex more.
He struggled to remain aloof, but it was so hard to maintain. The only contact he got was on Grant's shaft. It's throbbing began to feel comforting over the weeks, even the releases that shattered his latex started to give him pleasure. He watched his wife learning to shapeshift, trying small changes to her equine form. She experimented with modifying her vagina, and he could feel every new fold, new texture. He was enjoying her again, despite wanting to hate her. He had no one else though, they were the only ones.
Months went by, months of darkness and sex. He grew to sort of shut himself down during the time in the packages. His mind wandered idly, first thinking of old memories, of his time before being a condom. Slowly though, his idle thoughts were of sex, of being a condom. He was inserted into his wife on so many different species of cock, knotted, tapered, dual. He accepted all, slipping into her as she was covered in fur, scales, and feathers. It felt good to rub inside her, to be used.
Eventually, after many months, the condom's female owner learned to change her gender. For the first time, she was the one to remove it from its cover, to peel it off and pull him out. She was a male African wild dog, handsome, young, with a lovely knotted cock, one the condom could really appreciate. The male dog growled warmly down at the condom as he stretched it over the warm shaft, rubbing the latex over his hardened shaft, "Mmm, now we're really together again, dear. Let's get a little practice in before showing Grant." He reached down, then lay back on his bed, stroking his soft paw over the latex form, testing his new genitalia. The condom, a simple, inanimate tool, enjoyed covering its wife's penis.