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~ Of Dreams And Reality

Warning! This owned by its author Twilyt Lunarfur, please do not use without my consent.

This story contains scenes, sexual descriptions, and language of an adult nature. This content is also, majority, gay and andromorph orientated, and pregnancy is implied. All viewings are thereby at the reader's risk if they are below their country's age limit or breaking their country's laws by reading it.

Now that all the don't-steal-my-shit and you're-not-allowed-to-read-this nonsense has been dealt with, enjoy reading, I really hope you like it. But if you don't, STFU and move on. Any Positive or Constructive criticism is welcome.

Landor dropped his duffel bag in his new home, it thumped on the dusty wood floor, echoing on the walls of the simple log cabin. The jet-furred direwolf had already lost some mass and his flannel shirt was loose on his frame, and the house was designed for a direwolf, so already bigger than his old nine foot eight inch self. It was stressing him out, just how small and weak would he get, could he still do his job? Would he still want to do his job? Looking outside it was already getting dark, his emerald eyes muted in the dusty window's reflection. He sighed loudly, and closed the door. This was now “Home, Sweet Home". He unbuckled the tightly pulled belt holding up the loose, worn, jeans and let them begin to fall off, the night sky replacing the day one, making the dense forest become a land of shadows, while the night noises sparked loudly into existence, he was now in the real wild, untamed, forests. He stretched and considered, not for the first time if it was all worth it. But, yes, yes it was. Landor had been one of those blessed guys, smart, tall, big muscles, big… everything, but he wasn't complete.

He wanted to sort of become female. Not entirely, but in the sense that he liked cunts, like loved them, he was jealous of every girlfriend he had, and he wanted to be the one to fall pregnant, he wasn't into guys, he liked females, however he also wanted what females had. After saving up enough, he went for the nano-genital-reassignment program. He had saved for nearly ten years for it, scrimping and never really having any fun. He was a lumberjack (he sometimes joked that now he was becoming lumberjill), and the pay was not amazing, so the struggle had been real. But, again, the want had been even realer. Thinking about his new parts, his forepaw's pads once again slid down to his new lips, those puffy sensitive dogina lips. Just the tip of his one claw teasing past the rim into its moist centre. That feeling of ticklish electricity, and the impulse to pull his legs in, again happened, and almost immediately he was getting wet. The doctor had told him that because he now had all the parts but stayed XY it would make him react slightly differently than a normal female. For starters he would be horny a lot more, like guy level horny, but with cunt. In time he could learn to control it but it would take time. The black lips of his wet spade parted gooily for his pad, then for a second to slide in. It felt amazing, his knees weakened a bit, posing him awkwardly in the empty cabin, just a shrinking dire, in an oversized flannel shirt, fingering himself, playing with his new cunt. He felt like a teenage boy rediscovering his new toy and loving it. He could feel this fire, this tensing pressure growing in his stomach, flaring and pulsing through his 'gina, he was so close, his breathing now short, unable to catch it. Fluids dripping down his forepaw, legs, and to the dusty wood floor. Fuck it felt amazing, fuck he felt amazing, he needed to let this pressure out, he just needed… to let the fire in him come pouring out. And… it did, biting his arm so that he didn't moan like the bitch in heat he was, his lips and clit swelled and soon the fluid was squirting out of him. It was his first orgasm and his legs began to buckle together, he caught his breath just as his legs gave and he landed weakly on his knees panting, dripping, sated… for now.

The nano transformation would be complete in fourteen days and, upon waking that morning, Landor was now on day eleven. Last night after his fun, he had gone over to the bed, one of four giant pieces of furniture in the place (bed, nightstand, wardrobe, couch), removed its dustsheet and crawled into it to sleep. That night Landor had been about eight feet tall, waking this morning, the dire-kin was now much smaller. His size was modifying alarmingly fast. Jumping from the even larger looking bed he ran to the toilet's doorframe. Making a small mark in the frame, he measured himself and was now just a bit smaller than seven feet. He looked like a young teenager in his new home, and with his reduction in muscle bulk, he looked it in his opinion too.

He had bought a few emergency outfits for any circumstance, sizes seven and a half to five and a half foot height levels, and so slipping on the stone khaki shorts and white tee of the seven foot size. He was happy to see that the shirt was still tight on his muscles, meaning for his size he was still buff, but that didn't mean that he was strong. He was about to begin the cleaning of his place when a series of hard knocks from the door echoed through the room. He paused for just a second, nervous about who it was, but it made sense, someone coming to check up on him, give him the rundown, etcetera.

He opened the door, and beheld a wall of blue checkers, muscle-gut, and chest. Before him stood a nearly ten foot ebony-brown longhorn bovine bull, with a mottling of cream patches, in blue checkered flannel and dirty worn jeans.

“Hello…" he said, his voice catching.

The bull smiled and, laughingly, boomingly, said, “Hello, to ya to, lil' guy." Lands' ears dropped a bit, it was a first for him being called “lil'".

His mind quickly clicked back to the present and he stepped out of the door way, “Come in, please. My name's Landor"

The bull obliged and stepped into the house. “Thankenya, nam's Jorgan." Looking around, he commented, “Ya'd think that they'd've cleaned the place up a bit for ya." His nose flared with inhalation, “Ya're alone here, ain't ya?"

Landor's heart began beating a bit faster, “Yes, I am. Why?"

“Nothin'… Jus thought I smelt a... female's… ummm scent." His eyes went almost instinctively to the wiped area on the dust covered floor where Landor had wiped up his pleasure-fluid.

“Nope, just me here."

Jorgan's eyes lingered on the spot, narrowed for a second, and then went back to their jovial state. “Any'ay, I cames'ere to greet ya, an' fetch ya for brekfas'.

“Sorry," his eyes looked Landor up and down, “but las' night ya looked... tall'r."

“Last night?"

“Yeah, I'm in da cabin nex'to ya, thought I'd give ya sum space to get settl'd an'll before clompin' in an' introducin' myself proper like. An' I am sure, as rain falls down, that ya was tall'r, jus like I know that ther's a female that has bin'her."

Landor realised there was no way of avoiding it, he didn't even know why he was hiding it, maybe because he feared a repeat of what happened with his other colleagues and job. “Listen, Jorgan, I've got to come clean…"

The bull held up his forehoof to the dire, “Ya can “come clean" after breakfas' and meetin' da'res' of the folks that ya will be livin' wit'." He then reached out for the diminutive dire's shoulder, the dire moved away slightly on reflex. The bull paused for a second and then continued to touch and squeeze his shoulder. “We'all'h've stories, le's get food in ya firs'."

The dire looked down, smiling sheepishly and nodded, “Okay, food first."

Jorgan gave the rundown on the facility while they walked, there were twelve crew members including himself and Landor, three WALDRangers, that were dedicated to the conservation of the area, which was technically part of the reserve, two cooks, two security, a cleaner, and a maintenance superintendent that lived here. The nearest town, doctor, hospital was a hundred miles away. The rangers ensured that the reserve was not affected by the small area of logging that the woodcutters were allocated in dealing with. The wood was too priceless to not be harvested, so there was an uneasy bond between the desecration and conservation of the area. Starklen Reserve was roughly ten thousand square miles, with only eight of that allocated to lumber harvesting. It was a conservational tourist area that never saw a tourist. The felling facility was next to hot springs that had been converted into a bathhouse, and a camping ground three miles out, that according to Jorgan, was lucky if it saw seven tourists a year. Lands found all of this rather strange, and difficult to believe, as the entire reserve was nudist-optional. But apparently the forest made people feel watched and completely alone, many ghost stories about the woods lingered with the locals on its borders. Looking up at the nearly half-mile high trees around them, keeping the area in a shallow twilight, and the stillness within those shadows, Landor could see how these legends happened.

The two made it to the mess and rec. hall after everyone else was there, the cooks were already seated and eating, while food continued to steam at the buffet table. The smells were appetising, and Lands felt his saliva production respond. Taking four eggs, some steak shanks, and a healthy helping of greens, he seemed to be the only canine that really ate them, other than the fox ranger.

The three rangers were definitely easy to spot, with their evergreen coloured neckerchiefs, but Landor was feeling very overdressed, most were barely clothed. Some only wore the top half and others just wore sleep shorts, buttons open and sheaths with post-morning-glories peeking out.

The dire gulped, and muttered to Jorgan, about feeling overdressed. The bull smiled and whispered, well as quietly as his voice could, “I'm norm'ly da worst, but figur'd that firs' greetin' should be'al proper like." Lands just nodded, feeling his new nethers begin to warm.

They sat down at a table next to a light autumnal coloured wolf, his rich auburn and pale orange fur moving into a blended cream and strawberry blond underfur. He was muscles and beauty, probably standing at eight foot nine inches. He was eating with his forepaws, and moved one of his paws away from clutching the steak, that he was demolishing, to his open sleep-boxers, to scratch under his balls. His boys were massive, huge, orbs and rolled so nicely over the back of the paw, his fat sheath bobbing along to the scratching tremors, about an inch of red manhood poking out. Landor was entranced and unable to look away.

“If you want a closer look, you can always put your face down there, you perve!" The wolf's deep voice growled, just loud enough for Lands and Jorgan to hear, as his grey eyes bored into the diminutive dire. Landor's ear dropped and he looked away. He was getting aroused, by a male, all these... hot males... and apart from wondering why that was, he was also concerned because his cunt was clearly leaking and he could feel the cooling liquid between his pants and lips. He needed to get out of there quick.

Eating his food while staring at his plate, only his plate, he remained silent. The moment his plate was empty, he quickly stood and left the hall, still chewing his last two mouthfuls when he was outside.

His mind was racing, so much so that when someone grabbed him by the shoulder, he almost yelped in surprise. He hadn't even known that he was being followed.

Jorgan stood, looking down on him with a questioning look, before saying “Ain't nothin' wrong with being a fag, a few of da boys are. I'm a half-fag." He started laughing, it was a warm and hearty and booming laugh. Lands almost found himself calming in the aura this bull exuded.

The dire finally took a deep breath, and sighed, “Come into my cabin, it is time I told you that story."

The bull raised an eyebrow and then said, “Sure, maybe you should tell me about why you piss'd or jizzed yourself from just watching a guy scratch his balls. Fair, they'be really nice balls." He smiled to lighten Lands' serious look.

Landor looked down and true enough there was a wet patch on his shorts. If possible, his ears dropped even lower against his head. The bull reading the mood, guided the little dire to his cabin.

Once inside Lands decide it would be time to be a bit braver, “Do you mind if I change out of these wet pants?"

“Nope, so long as there is no complainin' about me takin'off mine. They a bit tight for me, but'ere the least mussed."

“What the hell, go for it." Landor turned to face away from the bull and unbuttoned the shorts, shimmying them down to the floor. He heard the jeans thud on the wooden planks behind him, he was still leaking. Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. Lands stepped out of the pants on the floor, spread his legs a bit and bent down to pick them up.

“HOLY'SHIT! Ya'av a CUNT!" Jorgan exclaimed. Landor almost wanted to disappear into thin air.

Slowly straightening up, he said, “Ye-es. I am transitioning into a cunted-male with a functioning uterus.

“Soon the change will be complete." He turned around and had to hide his arousal, more leaking, the bull was strong, with a muscle gut that had his sheath trail it further down to his ginormous testicles. Like all these guys seemed so well endowed. He had been well endowed, like no one really held a candle to him when comparing to his cock or his ball size in town. He suspected their cocks were smaller than his, but their balls made his old fellers feel less than average. The guy was lugging around two large coconuts in his sac.

The bull unaware of the little dire's turmoil continued, “Sheeeeeeet, I ain't neva though'to see one of yous outside of porn movies.

“Like, you're a male, right? Like, you had the log and rocks an' done got rid'ov'em?"

“Yes, eleven days ago I began the change. Lost my cock and balls. Lost my family. Lost my job. And am losing my size and strength." He sighed a bit, the anxious pit in his stomach growing for a second. “So I applied to this position, spoke to Mr. Revells about my situation, and he still accepted me and welcomed me here.

“I needed a fresh start and hoped that you guys wouldn't find out, or if you did, not have an issue with it." The dire felt the sting in his eyes, he had overshared, it's just that he had had no one to overshare with. The minute he had told his family about what he wanted to do, they cut him out and he obviously needed to tell his work and they fired him, and even his friends and his fiancée had just gone silent when he had told them. The very fiancée, and best friend, whom had both told him that he should make whatever change he needed to be happy. Granted at the time he hadn't told them what the change was, but why did it matter so much, if they truly loved him, shouldn't they love him still? He'd lost everything just for wanting to be happy, and liking what his body now looked like. It was scary enough changing physically into something unknown, without changing your whole life into something unknown. A small part of him was angry. It was a pretty large part actually. It was resentful of all those that were meant to love him and instead tossed him aside, for only wanting to be what made him happy. All he had been was honest! Being true to him, had lost him his entire life. When he felt the anger burning in his chest, he reminded himself, 'New body, new life.'

Suddenly the bull's chest and gut was pressing into his face, the sheath into his chest, and the balls into his stomach. Again, he realised he was liking this.

“Ain't no'un here gonna judge ya. And if they'do, they'll'ave me to answer to." Said Jorgan, sincerely.

The dire, without thinking, hugged the bull back tightly.

“Oof, doesn't seem like ya've lost'al ya there strength, lil'guy." He paused for a bit, “Elev'n days ain't too long back, to be carryin'al that pain." The dire felt the swelling bovine cock against his chest, moving towards his neck. The bull quickly pushed him away and sheepishly said, “So'ry'bout that, I guess it'as been some'time for'me." Some awkward chuckling. “I'ma gonna leave ya for a bit, ta'get ya home in order. Ya stuff'll arrive a bit lat'r today."

With a very awkward peck on the dire's cheek and a sticky pre patch on the dire's chest, the bull stumblingly raced out of the room, hurriedly closing the door behind him. He had left behind his clothes. Landor, the little dire, chuckled.

Landor's stuff would indeed be arriving shortly, including some new stuff that he had ordered, some of it rather embarrassing to have delivered, but fun.

In the wait he had contacted his doctor concerning his new attraction to men, the doctor had seemed confused by why Landor was asking this and also asked if he had not wanted to fall pregnant. The call left Lands fairly certain that his doctor thought him an idiot. So clearly he was now into dudes and this was acceptable… and expected. He didn't seem to mind either, it seemed kind of fun to think about having dicks inside his new part.

His abdominal nipples that had always been hidden under his thick, long, rough, black fur were now four little fleshy matte-black points on his softer, slightly shorter, black fur. They weren't huge, and they would never fill breast levels of milk like he had seen on other females, they would potentially fill with a few drops from what he was told, but minimally. The point was that they now matched his chest nipples, giving him six very beautiful and sensitive points of pleasure on his toned male physique. Six purplish black dots moving downward and pointing to a similarly coloured, if not shinier and a more sensitive thick lipped canine cunt. He looked in his recently cleaned full-mirror inside the bathroom, and thought himself almost perfect to what he had envisioned.

His stuff finally arrived. Books, bookshelves, holo-gaming console, though these days he watched more movies on it, home-gymming equipment, bedding, cushions, clothing that he would never again wear, new sex toys that he was curious to try, and lingerie that he was embarrassed to try.

He spent the day, into early evening, cleaning and setting up his home, Jorgan had brought him some food, thinking that he would be too busy to come for meals. He kept the bed and the couch. The size of some of the men here indicated that the bed and couch were the appropriate size, even if they made him look almost child-sized. The thought of his size made him go and check the doorframe again. True enough, he was now just below six and a half foot. He had lost over three feet in the last four days, most of it in the last two. Just how small would he be?

After finishing he linked his new, “any size" pullup bar to the doorframe using a stepping stool he had ordered as well. Once set up, he decided to workout a bit. He slipped out of the clothes he was wearing and put on some tight, low-waisted, seamless ladies gym shorts. They actually fitted well.

A Hundred pull-ups and sixty air crunches later, sweet new sweat beading and dripping on his body, he heard the door. Dropping down and feeling a little bummed that he hadn't completed his workout, he headed to, and opened the door. There stood Jorgan, naked, the bovine hair tuft cutely sticking out of his sheath, and with him was their kangaroo colleague. Before introductions happened, Lands noticed that Jorgan was wearing something, a giant golden septum-ring, and matching smaller hoops running the length of both ears. The roo just wore a basic leather throng around his neck with a stone pendant tied to it, an unbuttoned red and white checkered shirt, and a pair of stonewashed denim shorts.

Before he even said anything the bovine cock tip started sliding out of its sheath. Landor found this very appealing, though he was still coming to mental terms with this complete switch around and attraction to guys.

“Heya, Landor. Me, an' Teero 'ere, were wonderin' if ya'd like to hav' us ov'a'fer a drink." The little dire smiled and opened the door further, “Sure you both can. And please, call me 'Lands'."

They both entered, the ten foot ebony-brown bull with cream mottling that went over his body, even his huge hanging balls, and his eight and a half foot sandy-ochre roo friend… and two huge bottles of what appeared to be whiskey.

Lands got them all glasses and they all sat on the couch laughing and joking. Teero was actually a funny guy, who liked to whittle, and carve, musical instruments in his spare time, out of wood from the ancient forest.

The dire barely drank, it wasn't really his thing, so on his first glass the others had finished the rest of the half-gallon bottle.

They spoke about the others in the reserve and Lands learnt about the autumnal wolf from the morning, whom was the youngest son of his employer, Mr. Revells, which meant that he was actually a dire too but looked wolf. His name was Dastian, and he and the direwolf head ranger, Palum, had issues that had continued since they were teenage best friends. And naturally it was over a girl, and even though she chose neither of them, leaving them for a monitor lizard guy, their friendship had never repaired. It was a cruel twist of fate when the WALDRangers placed Palum here. Lands' two colleagues complained that the animosity had created this dark cloud around most of the facility and the rangers and workers avoided each other and were constantly weary, even when socialising. The dire just shook his head at all the unnecessary drama, and also noted his maw and nose felt a little numb. One drink was definitely enough for him.

Jorgan and Landor continued talking into the night, Teero had passed out on the couch and was lightly snoring. He had taken off his denims during the chatting, his grapefruit sized roo balls hanging low and full to the side above his sheath. The dire was stunned, seemed everyone just had massive balls… all the better to put loads in him, he silently teased. Shit he was a little drunk. A little drunk, a little gay, and a little dire. He started giggling at his silent joke.

Suddenly a bovine snout was near his maw, and then they were kissing, the thick bull tongue pushing his maw open, it tasted of aged whiskey, caramel bittersweet. The dire's 'gina began to moisten. He gently pushed the bull away.

“Wait, ummmm, Jorgan."

Jorg's deep brown eyes pierced the dire with such a deep hunger, “Yeah, lil'guy."

Lands, blushed at that, and for what he was about to say, “I have never been with a male, and my cunt has never had anything in it except my paw-pads. I am nervous, because I have never been into guys until now and didn't think I would find them attractive. But, yeah, I do, and would you like to be my first?" He looked at the bull expectantly, quickly adding, “Just as a friend."

The bull looked at him and said, “Ya gave ya'self a cunt, but ya didn't wan' the dick?"

Landor felt himself getting warm faced for another reason, an annoyed one. It was the doctor thinking him an idiot all over again.

He took a breath and calmed… a little, “Look, I think you are missing the main point, I want you to fuck me, to be my first."

The bull chuckled deep in his chest, “Alrigh', alrigh', settl' down." He looked down and Lands followed to see a bull cock rising from its sheath. “Me an' my boi will happily ablige."

The dire gulped hard and nodded. The heat of his face was moving to other parts now.

Jorgs' one forehoof slipped under the dire's short's waistband and one digit went into his pleasure cove. Lands inhale-moaned, and found himself in another deep-tongued kiss. The dire thought of how that thick, dexterous tongue would feel in other places. At that moment the other forehoof scoop under his rump, and keeping the other in his 'gina, lifted him up, still in kiss and carried him to the bed. This was a new experience for the dire, and one for which he had no complaints. On the bed the forehooves moved from the positions to grab his shorts and underwear, and drag it unceremoniously down.

Lands sat in the middle of the bed, leaning back with legs spread. His cunt wet, and hungry, for that ten inch bovine cock before him. The bull sensed the 'gina's thirst and obliged.

Lands could not believe it, there was a dude's tip sliding into his cunt. And... he fucking loved it. The bull slowly inserted more of his meat, the lips hungrily devouring every inch. Landor gave a craving, wanton, moan and arched himself, spreading him legs further apart and absorbing more of the bovine cock. After a few moments he felt the bull's balls and sheath bump into him. He felt quite full, thank goodness bovine cocks weren't excessively tick. The bucking was slow and rhythmic, and Lands enjoyed the electric warmth that surrounded his cunt and caused that tightening pressure that fingering himself had done, except this felt more… alive. He was certain that in a few minutes he was going to cum, but with a moan and deep, squeezing, thrust the bull emptied a load into the famished dire. It was like being slapped… with a wet fish… while he was sleeping. His expression of 'what-the-hell' must have been apparent. Jorgan began rubbing his head awkwardly and in an embarrassed voice said, “Sorry it's bin a while, but don't ya be worryin' none. I gots plen'y more for ya."

Landor rolled onto his belly and then raised himself up, doggy-style, and thrustingly displayed his cum drenched and dripping cunt. The bull needed no further prompting and grabbed the dire's hips and slid his cock back in. He pounded much harder this time but Lands was looser and greatly enjoying himself. The plapping noises were wet, and Jorgan's balls smacking into him just fuelled the dire's desire. He would have to think about why a guy's balls smacking him turned him on so much, but fuck if each smack didn't bring him closer to cumming.

Again the bull grunted and a splashing of spooge coated the little dire's insides, but this time the bull did not stop and carried on going. “I'm'a gonna' breed ya lil'one until ya beg me ta'stop." The bull panted.

Maybe Jorgan would do just that, but Lands wanted to cum, and cum, and cum, so the bull could keep at it until Lands was sated. At that moment Lands felts the pressure and electricity building with each fevered wet plap. Almost at the same time Lands moaned out the final vestiges of his virginity and cæm, followed maybe four seconds after by Jorgs. Neither stopped but the next orgasm seemed closer and everything felt more intense for the dire, like he had suddenly become more aware of the pleasure down there, if such a thing was possible.

Neither showed any signs of stopping or wanting to do so. The third orgasm the dire had alone, but it was with every part of his body, electric warmth, flowed like a dam had broken and now nothing could stop the flooding ecstasy. He howled with pleasure.

As he was still riding his high he felt his head being lifted in two hands, looking up he saw Teero. The roo was guiding the dire's face down to his eight and one-quarter inch cock. Landor felt a moment of uncertainty, because he didn't know how he felt about sucking a guy.

It was only a moment and it passed. Two things happened to make him continue. Firstly, he didn't know, maybe he would like it, secondly those big roo balls were near enough to his muzzle that he caught their whiff and it REALLY turned him on. Those balls resting above the roo's cock would be smacking his muzzle and face with that amazing scent.

He opened his maw and felt the dick slip in, it wasn't bad really, tasted salty, and a bit metallic, but good. As predicted the balls buried the snout under them. Damn this roo's scent was delicious to the dire and he had to have more.

So now the dire was being spit-roasted by two horny guys, and they seemed to have gotten into a rhythm with each other. Landor didn't care, he didn't even care if this had all been planned, he was enjoying it, way too much. Teero cæm as he was pulling out, flooding the dire's maw, palate, and throat with thick, creamy, roo-juice, and it wasn't stopping. Lands found himself gulping it down like it was milk... slightly salty, metallic, numbing, milk. It actually wasn't that bad. Another orgasm as the first flooding ebbed, then a third, as he and Jorgan, synced and orgasmed. He wanted to keep going but his legs were feeling shaky… but he was not going to be the first to give.

The bull carried on pounding but now it was a little off and erratic and when he cæm this time, he thrust deeply into the dire's satisfied cunt and stayed there. The roo cæm twice more, also burying his dick into the Lands' maw on the last one, not that Lands would complain about having his maw buried deep in that awesome smelling nutsack.

The two were breathing heavily and the dire felt both their dicks throbbing, slowly sliding back into their sheaths. Cum was running down his mouth and down his legs. The two guys moved off him and collapsed sideways on the bed. Lands snuggled between them, rubbing their balls, which hadn't seemed to deplete at all. 'This was a good first time.' The little dire mused.

They napped for about an hour but then the two visitors said that they had to get back to their cabins and left. It felt a little off to the dire, being fucked, and then them fucking off. But it also made sense. They worked together, sex can complicate things, and others may not approve, so maybe they were trying to avoid drama. The dire locked up, had a quick rinse, but not a full clean, he kind of wanted to keep their smells and cum on him for the night.

Climbing into his very cum-soaked bed, the dire went to sleep.

The banging, that got louder, as Landor was pulled awake, echoed in his mind. Upon actually waking it still took him a moment to realise it was knocking. Checking the time he saw it was a few minutes after four AM.

Yawning and forgetting he was naked, he walked across to the door. The handle was higher, he had a flashback to being ten. Deep breaths. He opened the door. There stood Teero, in boxers, looking very nervous.

“Sorry for waking you, Landor, bu-"

“Lands. You can call me Lands." The dire said yawning, and noticing a bit of pink starting to peep through the boxer's peehole.

“Ummm, sorry. Lands, could I come in, and we talk?" The dire actually felt sorry for the guy, the roo seemed like he was dying internally.

“Sure thing, Teero." Landor said smiling, heading towards the couch. The roo quickly closed the door and followed.

They sat for a bit in silence, Teero's roo cock was half-masting it out of his boxers. He realised the dire was staring and positioned his forepaws over it.

“I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night. I had had too much to drink and didn't mean to integrate myself into your moment with Jorgan."

“It's okay, my guy. To be honest it was a really nice integration, as you put it, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I really love your balls and their smell, so that was a bonus."

“Are you teasing me?" Teero suddenly seemed almost ready to fight, anger a few steps behind the embarrassment he was currently displaying.

“What? No, I am being honest, I really do like them."

“Oh…" he deflated somewhat, "… I am sorry, I get teased a lot about them being where they are and stuff."

Lands may have a cunt, but he hadn't lost all his cockiness. Reaching down into the roo's boxer's peehole and unbuttoning it, he began stroking the large, hanging, balls, now each bigger than his fist size. “Well I like them, just as they are."

The roo seemed so taken aback by the little dire's forwardness, especially when Lands bent down and began sucking his cock, so much so that the roo struggled to get out his next words. Moving the little dire off him, he blurted with difficulty, “I-I'm completely gay!"

“Okay." Said the dire a little sharply, irked that he had been pulled from his delights, and that smell. “I am technically still XY."

“What do you mean by XY?"

“I'm still a guy, just with female plumbing."

“That doesn't make sense." The roo said, clearly confused.

“Genetically, I'm still male. I just switched out the bottom parts. I am still a dude, thus a cunted-male. Cunt- With- Male. Still male."

“Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound nasty, it's just I have never been with a fe-ee-person with a vagina."

“Well until last night, I had never been with a guy. So… new experiences all round."

“Really? You ah… gave amazing head for a first timer." The dire's pride swelled a bit at this compliment.

Coming down from his high, the dire said, “Perhaps, we can take it slow? You clearly find me attractive, and I know that I find you hot as fuck, so why not give this a try?"

“Well, I… umm didn't expect to come here for a lay. I came to apologise."

“Oh. Well okay then… apology accepted." The dire, feeling a little foolish and irked, stood and started walking to the door.

“Can we try anal first?" Came a pleading, desperate roo, to the dire's back.

It was Landor's turn to be stunned. Anal was SO gay in his opinion. But he had spent the previous evening being spit-roasted and filled with cum on both sides, so he guessed he was a bit on the gay side. “Sure, we can try anal first."

He walked back to Teero, who sat nervously on the couch his cock poking out of his underwear, its full eight and one-quarter inch length. The dire positioned his ass over the pointed dick and began moving down.

“You have used the naNOLAX suppository already?" Teero inquired.

“Yes. I put it in yesterday afternoon."

“Good. It also helps with keeping you nice and stretchy. It's the STUD edition."

“Stud edition?" The dire was nervous, why was that the standard version in the toilets here.

“Yeah, it is the one that gets supplied to us in bulk."

“Convenient." The dire chuckled.

“It is." Said the roo and gently thrust his tip into the dire's last virgin hole. The ridiculously pre-ing cock lubed him up nicely. Soon the dire was bouncing on the roo's dick, it hurt a little but felt nice. Before long he was flung onto his back on the couch and the pounding got rougher, roo balls lewdly slapping against his leaking cunt. The roo was grunting and moaning loudly and soon loaded the dire's ass with a load of roo-batter.

Teero was panting hard, “That was awesome. I really needed that."

“My pleasure." The dire smiled. “You know there is still like two and a half hours before breakfast."

Teero smiled and slipped his dick back in, and began kissing the diminutive dire. Three more loads went into the dire's ass. Turning over the dire expected a forth go, figuring that he would have to finger himself to cumming, only to feel the pulsing meat slide into his pussy.

Arching over the small dire the roo whispered in his ear, “Let's get you off now, shall we." Teero finished his whispering by biting the dire's ears as he slowly pushed his dick in the entire way, hilting the dire, and squashing his hug balls between his pelvis and the dire's butt. The thrusting was slow, a little awkward at first, and gentle, but soon a big paw was pushing his clit down on the sliding, pulsing, rod. It did not take long for Lands to release a very desperate moan and orgasm. His spray dribbled for about a minute, and the roo leaned in and said, “Finished already? I am not done yet… my first time in a cunt should be special." And it was, that poor little dire had to be held up by his second orgasm because his legs had given in. By the forth orgasm the roo finally cæm, and had three consecutive orgasms in a row, glazing every part of Land's 'gina.

“That was amazing Tee." The little dire panted.

“It really was… why don't you clean off my dick for me?" Landor didn't even argue, and a few minutes later he was rewarded with another mouthful of cum, which he now realised was a taste he needed in his life.

He lay down on the roo's flat stomach, his snout in the guy's balls, just getting high on that amazing smell. The roo returned the lustful behaviour by sticking two of his fingers in Land's wet cunt and just gently teasing and caressing its insides, while using the other paw to rub behind the dire's ears and his head.

“Such a good boy." Was the last silent words that the dire heard before dozing off on a sea of ball-musk, while someone gently tickled his insides. He awoke to knocking on the door before it was opened by Jorgan.

“There'ya two are, wake up and come to breakfas', we're late." He was naked of coarse.

Lands yawned and was rewarded with someone playfully guiding his maw to their semi morning wood. The dire didn't complain and sucked and licked it a bit before moving away and getting up.

“I seem to have missed quite a bit of fun." Jorgan snorted.

“Don't worry, I don't mind giving you a review later… maybe even both of you again." The dire knowingly threw over his shoulder. He grabbed his small houndstooth patterned sarong and tied it around his waste.

“You seem smaller." Both of the bigger guys said to the little dire. His ears perked and he quickly ran to the door frame. Five foot eleven. He was now below six foot, that was smaller than the doctor, or he, had anticipated, thank goodness he had ordered smaller clothing. Hopefully his height had now settled as it was the twelfth day.

“Guess that now makes me fun-sized for you boys." Both of them started masting out of their sheaths at that comment. The little dire chuckled as he brushed past them on his way to breakfast.

When he got to breakfast there was only the two boar brothers from the company, the deer ranger, the goat and bear chefs, and the donkey maintenance-superintendent. They all watched the little dire enter, and he knew that there was no way that they hadn't noticed that he had pretty much lost a foot of height in one day. He acted relatively nonchalant about it as he went to the buffet but he could hear the whispering behind his back, by the end of today, everyone in the complex would know about him.

While he was dishing up his meal, he heard a noise behind him as the tawny coloured arm reached past him and grab a small bushel of young elderberry branches, balls slapped into the middle of his back. Dark eyes leering at him, the owner of the arm, the nine foot seven inch deer whispered to him, “Want some of our meat, little guy? There's plenty of it." As the black goat appeared on the corner of his eye, massive eggplant-sized low-hanging balls for his seven foot height swaying with weight.

The goat added, “I'm sure we can offer more meat than your little pecker could." Lands realised that they thought he had a small dick and balls under the sarong.

The dire chuckled quietly, and said, “Maybe later, I just want to enjoy my meal right now."

The goat seemed to realise that they were perhaps being too forward, “Apologies for being so blunt…"

“I'm not." Interjected the cocky deer, “I saw cake and wanted some dessert and..."

The goat cut him off, “Well I am sorry, the name is Elloe, and this forward guy with me is Merdwin."

“Merd, please. The “win" cums later, when I'm in you."

The dire laughed at that, fucking hell, he suddenly finds guys attractive, fair enough, but this cocky fuck was something else, he suddenly felt sorry for females. It almost seemed cute, but not enough for him to drop his proverbial panties. The goat was built like a tank, buff arms, shoulders, chest, gut, legs, the works. His pink urethral-process was peaking out of the fluffy rim of his sheath. Lands considered how much that may tickle his clit, and started to leak a little, not that his cumsoaked cunt was dry.

“My name is Landor, or Lands, pleasure to meet both of you."

“The pleasure hasn't begun yet, my small glass of water." Merd added. He was toned, slim but built, very athletic looking. Large balls swinging from a long sheath climbing to just below his navel. He wore a smug grin and his evergreen neckerchief slightly askew. His horns seemed to be cleaned and polished, unlike those of Elloe and Jorgan's. Clothing really was optional and it seemed that when boys wanted to impress, they really decided to rather opt for goods-on-display. Lands liked the goods, and decided to maybe buy them eventually, but not right now.

“Until later, guys." The dire spun with his plate of food and went to go and sit with the two guys whom had had the pleasure.

He ate his hugely plated meal and realised that he will have to moderate his eating or he would have to exercise way more. His old eating habits were for a bigger guy. After leaving the hall he headed back to his cabin, he would start working in six days time and until then he wanted to get his life in order. More tidying, and sorting, and exercise. After doing a two hour workout and realising his strength had only declined by less than a tenth, he was happy as he was now just a little over sixty percent his old size, and a lot less bulky. So his toned, lean muscles were still fucking strong, he assumed it was because he was hella strong in his old body. This cheered him up considerably, and suddenly being a small dude didn't seem that bad. He had his cunt, dicks were amazing in it, he liked himself, his body, and his situation. It was a challenge but he was really starting to love it.

Slightly sweaty, he went and looked in his bathroom's mirror at his naked form. His 'gina was big, raven black, with thick lips and a slightly further protruding spade-point. His clit was a bump under that and he realised that it was pretty large and sensitive. He liked everything about his pussy. Like everything. He was still admiring his lither body when a knock happened at the door. He kind of wondered who it was, partially hoping that it was Jorgs or Tee, as he kind of already felt horny again. He wrapped his sarong about his waist just in case.

Well when he opened the door he got a shock, it was Jorgan, but it was also the two boar brothers, the donkey, Elloe, a ram he had not seen, and Merd. All were pretty much in underwear and little else.

Jorgan sheepishly looked down before speaking up, “The hoofers wan'ed to giv'ya a propp'r welcome. An' get'ta know the new lil'dire."

Landor, should have felt submissive and coy, but instead he felt powerful and happy, “Sure, what the hell. Come in guys."

Lands was introduced to the boar brothers, Hickle, older, and Cleve, younger. Hickle was an eight and a half foot, burgundy-brown, muscle-turned-gut, DILF-bod, whereas his soot-grey-brown younger brother, Cleve, was just muscle, like an eight and a quarter foot, toned, wrestler. Their tusks and hooves looked buffed, but not polished like Merd's horns. Hickle enjoyed answering questions with silence and grunts, while Cleve showed himself to be a stoic but intelligent person. Lands found himself enjoying both of their personalities.

The donkey, was introduced by his nickname, Bristle, he seemed like a very strict ex-military guy, he spoke, but each time it came off stern and harsh. He was a well-muscled, grey-brown, asinine, of nine and a half feet.

Westron, the off-white sheep ram had huge balls, a confrontational attitude and a loud sense of humour. Not exactly Lands cup of tea, but he seemed decent enough. Definitely less grating a personality compared to Merd. His hooves and spiral horns were not polished, he clearly took the bare minimum effort to groom himself, however he did seem to like perfumes and had sprayed some woody ones on himself. He did smell good.

They all had been chatting for about an hour and slowly the false veneer of confidence that Merd had displayed became apparent. And before long, Landor learnt that the deer was pretty much a virgin. This made all his bravado transform from irksome into funny. He had grown in a very conservative family and had never had much luck sealing the deal, no surprise to Lands.

The dire was on his couch between Cleve and his brother. Hickle's forehoof was suddenly moving up Lands thigh and moving the sarong aside to reveal the dire's pleasure cave. Landor spread his legs apart so that his cunt was in full view. It didn't take long for, for all to glare, mental drooling included, underwear to be shuffled off rising masts, and one of Hicks digits to flick into the little dire's 'gina, causing him to moan lustfully.

Within moments Landor was surrounded by cock and was holding the two brother's corkscrew members in his forepaws. A part of him wondered why he was so fucking horny, he had had sex a few hours ago and he was already ready to be gangbanged by this 'Hoof-Crew". He had never seen a boar's dick before, the corkscrew tip looked strange but he knew that he wanted all this dick in him. He turned around and stood on the big couch, spread his legs, rested his elbows on the backrest, and raised his tail, showing off both his holes. The boys got the message and he felt the first dick slip into his cunt. It was Merd… and he caem almost instantly. Like a trooper he carried on pushing in, and then thrusting, lubed by his own pre-gasmal release. The dire began to moan, the deer's dick was about nine and a half inches and really thin but the deer had some hip-game and it was all working. Lands arched his back and closed his eyes revelling in the feels when his head was guided back down to two corkscrew cocks. The boar brothers stood naked with their round, heavy, balls and and their dicks standing to attention. Hickle's was just below nine inches and about two inches wide, Cleve's was shorter, just shy of six inches but was thicker at two and a half inches. Lands didn't care, he wanted to try them both and began licking and sucking them in turns while Merd's dick rutted him sloppily. When Merd's was done with his fifth orgasm, and giving Lands one good orgasm himself, Jorgan lined up and began. The bull knew his shit and, within minutes, the little dire had an orgasm… it felt like icy fire and electric tickles radiating from his treasure trove. The porcine sticks in front of him tasted great, smelled great, and looked great, the balls were releasing their sweaty musk and hog sweat had a very strong savoury scent. Lands again found himself wondering why he was so thirsty for cock, but again it was washed away on gliding dicks. While the boars drowned his maw in pre, Jorgan completed a hard and final orgasmic thrust putting a huge load into the little guy then stepping away for the next guy. Lands then felt it, the fucking donkey's equine cock being slapped against his ass. Lands carried on sucking but turned to take one brief glance at the thirteen inch, beer-can thick, equine cock getting ready to thrust into his asshole. After several hard thrusting pushes it was forced in, it hurt, not a little, but a lot, however Landor kept sucking, gagging for a moment on the precum pouring down his throat. Within moments the whole length was sliding in and out of his ass, but at least the pain was dropping. After some hard anal pounding with that long, thick, fuck-pole, the equine grunted and cæm, flooding, the little dire's back hole. Not even pausing he grabbed Landor's neck-mane and pushed his still-flared cock, still dribbling cum, into Lands wet and leaking cunt and began smashing it. Lands cunt hurt, this was not fun. This was absolutely inconsiderate and uncomfortable. The dire was happy when he heard the donkey bray and stomp his one hoof hard on the wood floor, warm spurts of jizz were pouring out of his 'gina.

Still inside the little dire, the donkey leaned over and said to the him while two dicks were in his maw, “Well, slut, that's two holes down and one to go. The look Lands gave spoke volumes and Jorgan tapped Bristle and led him to the side of the room.

“Brist, I think'ya oughta leav' here. Ya hav' gon'an upset the dire'here in his own'a home."

“What did I do wrong? I just gave the slutty bitch what he is clearly is wanting." Bristle retorted loudly.

“How'a ya know wha'he wants, wen'ya too busy judgin instea'da askin?"

Bristle was about to explode, forehoof-digit pointed straight at the bull, before dropping it and acidly responding, “Whatever. Fuck you all." And storming off, slamming the door behind him.

It killed the vibe a bit but soon the ram was gently licking Landor's cunt and blowing on it. It felt so good. The dire moaned into the two dicks as he was eaten-out and teased. After a while Westron slid his six and three quarter cock into Lands' cunt and fucked him slowly and gently. This felt good and he continued sucking on his salty snacks. Jorgan's hand slid across the dire's rump to his asshole and began gently teasing it while Elloe sat and watched the gangbang, with his five and a quarter inch goat cock dripping pre down its untouched urethral-process, head, shaft, and collecting in the fuzz on his balls. Elloe liked watching bigger guys fuck females, this was a little different, because the dire wasn't female. But, he did have a cunt and it was fucking hot as was the diminutive dire.

While Jorgan teased the hole, whilst sitting on the couch, a very conflicted Merd approached and straddled over the bull's cock, slowly lowering himself onto it. Jorgan… Elloe… the rest… hell, even Merd, looked surprised by what he was doing but he moaned and slowly Jorgan began thrusting and bucking his hips. Merd moaned with delight and knew right then that he liked taking dick. The odd thing was that he had never considered himself a bottom, but watching all these guys fuck the little dire had made him hungry to have some cock, so he had slowly, and patiently, waited, building up the courage to make a move, and now that Jorgan's dick was in him, he knew that he had made the rightest of fucking choices. He cæm hands free, and it shot over the bulls chest and stomach. But still he continued bouncing on the bull's rod, while the bull guided him and fingered Lands, who was sucking off the brothers and taking Westron's cock, while Elloe watched. The room stank of sex, and lust. Westron let out a feral bleat and cæm and cæm, those huge balls gushing seed out of them to fill the little dire.

That orgasm was the trigger for the rest to cum, Lands wasn't quite there yet, but as Westron stepped away, Elloe was there, his small member began teasing the dire's cum-drenched cunt, his urethral-process flicking Lands' swollen clit. It felt so good, the goat knew what he was doing. Elloe, had only been with two females and one male in his life, he had never been regarded as much of anything, his balls were definitely above average, however his cock was below it, and it had made him insecure when dealing with people, females because he always thought he couldn't please them, males because he never wanted to bottom. He couldn't do much for the guys, not that he cared much as he was far more interested in females, but with females he learnt how to use his smaller member to pleasure them, and he got really good at it. Judging by how the little dire was moaning, he had not lost his touch. The teasing and cock play felt so damn good that Lands cæm, and, not long into being fucked by Elloe, cæm again. The other guys at this point looked on with interest, the goat was really getting Landor off and they were curious how as Elloe had nothing grand hidden within his sheath, that was common knowledge. The goat felt himself tensing, he was about to have his big ass orgasm, so holding Lands' abdomen tightly in his embrace, he leaned in, kissing the dire's back and whispering into his ear, “Let's finish together", before nipping the ear gently. The softness, the gentle erotica of the whisper, and skilful penetrating, made the dire's legs curl in and a torrent of fire fill his entire body with electric sparks. He cæm again, with Elloe joining, and so the two of them finished off together… and it felt amazing.

After a few moments the two brothers got tired of just being sucked off and took the little dire to his oversized bed. He was feeling a little spent at this point but was also curious why the two of them had not cum yet, Hickle gently slid into Lands' ass with his big cock and Cleve put his smaller one into the dire's 'gina. Before long he was being fucked in both holes by hot strong boars. It felt so good for all three of them. Cleve had had many females, he had probably fucked close to a hundred, but this pseudo-chick was a heap of fun that he hadn't done before, in fact it was his first 'guy'. Hickle on the other hand was normally uber loyal and monogamous and had only been with three others, two males and a female, this orgy with his brother, fucking this little dire was very out of his normal zone of comfort. That said, neither brother was feeling conflicted about this choice, or the fact that a thin layer of dire-flesh stood between them and their dicks frotting, having their brotherly cocks rubbing against each other, however, they could both feel the dullest of the other's dick's thrusts and slides, and it goaded them on. Ten more minutes of them thrusting together, Cleve mustering the will to kiss his first 'male' partner and doing it with great satisfaction. Both porcine brothers cæm, their twenty-so minute orgasm just hosing cum spurts into the little dire, feeling the other brother's cock pulsing through the dire's flesh wall. Lands was shocked by the duration of the brothers' orgasms, he didn't know that you could have such long ones, just the moaning and feeling them dribbling seed into him for such a long time led him to orgasm several times as well.

Once they were done they ended up snuggled on the bed, Elloe somehow also there, and Jorgan and Merd were now snoozing on the sofa together. Westron had gone home after climbing into the bed for a second to eat the dire out again and kiss him goodbye.

Landor was awoken by a dull thumping noise just outside his cabin, it was just a bit louder than the gentle snoring of the other five guys in the room. He was being held by Cleve, and being pushed up against Elloe, who was being cuddled by Hicks. Carefully shimmying out of Cleve's protective grip, and and rubbing so much against Elloe's massive balls that his cock stirred, Lands broke free of the bed and quietly padded over to his front door. He silently passed by the bull and deer sleeping on the sofa.

Opening the door, he saw a naked, except for a toolbelt, Bristle, bent over with a hammer in his forehoof. Bristle seemed shocked to have been caught repairing the small porch step into the cabin.

“What are you doing here, Bristle, it's like two in the morning?" Landor whispered, stepping out and closing the door behind.

After a moment the jack said, “I noticed, when leaving, that your step was warping and coming loose so decided to repair it."

“At two in the morning?"

“Yeah, well I find it really easy to work in the evening whe-" He sighed, “The truth is that I couldn't sleep, what I did was really bugging me."

“How you treated me, you mean?"

His ears lowered a bit, “Yeah… I don't know why I treat people like that during sex. I- I seem to just get so mad at them. Like you were just there, taking so many guys' cocks, that you've like just met, and you didn't even seem upset or nothing."

“Why was I meant to be upset?"

“Because you are just whoring yourself out, letting guys who don't love you get a piece of your trim."

Lands bristled a bit at the comment, he had always regarded himself even-tempered but being called a slut and a whore was starting to wear on his nerves. “I am enjoying having sex, I have spent my whole life feeling that my body wasn't right, being around people during sex, when pissing, when showering, it all just felt wrong. I have been uncomfortable with my body for my whole life. Can you imagine that? I finally feel good about my body, granted being attracted to men is new for me, but I finally feel like I can be me during sex, during living. I won't give that up just because it upsets your views and makes you hate me."

“I do hate you!" Landor actually got a fright at the ferocity of the statement, suddenly he was at home again, telling his folks and his brother about his decision. “I mean- I- Well not really 'hate' you, I just don't think it's fair that you get to do it."

Lands sat on the newly repaired step and the donkey stood next to him, leaning on the banister, “Why is it not fair?" Silence. “Are you jealous?" More silence.

Even more silence, with deep asinine sighs, before finally, “Yes, it is not fair that you can just be yourself, just enjoy sex however you want."

“You can't?

“Did you want to have a vagina?"

The donkey snorted, “No, not that far. I- I just kind of just- maybe- want to perhaps have guys- ummmm- shit this is awkward, but maybe you'll get it", very deep sigh, “may- maybe just want to fuck me and find me attractive."

The donkey, completely deflated, sat down on the step next to Lands. Lands breathed deeply and leaned over, hugging the muscular arm of the downtrodden ass. “You are very attractive, and there is no reason that you can't enjoy sex however you want."

“Look at me and this," he scoffed while indicating his large black sheath and balls, “people take one look at it and my muscles and that's that, I have to be the fucker."

“You don't have to be anything that you don't want to be, look come inside and we'll make some tea and you can sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." As the dire stood, a forehoof held him to stop, Bristle silently muttered, “Or you could snuggle up here with me and we watch the stars for a bit." His eyes seemed pleading.

“Alright then." Lands said while smiling. As he began sitting he was gently pulled onto the ass' lap and hugged tightly from behind, it felt nice.

The little dire's legs were slowly spread apart as the donkey gently nibbled at his neck and whispered, “I still get turned on by you, maybe with you, an exception can be made." The donkey's forehoof slipped down and gently guided his growing black member into the still-drenched cunt. It was nice, the nighttime noises of the forest, the stars, the cool breeze, and the gentle loving that he was getting while the growing rod filled him up completely.

An hour later the dire led the tall donkey back into his home while another fountain of cum ran down his legs. It had been slow, gentle, and sweet. Probably one the most romantic scenes, maybe not the most amazing for the dire, but definitely the most romantic. Bristle was not very skilled in fucking, but it had been special. Inside, Jorgan had awoken to the noise of hoof on wood, his expression at seeing Lands guiding Bristle, whose dick was still flopping around a bit, into the house was memorable. He sat up, trying not to awaken Merd, who stirred slightly. The bull was hard again, which gave the dire an idea.

He pulled the donkey over to the couch and took both of the large males' forehooves and put them together. The bull was confused, the donkey was blushing.

The dire whispered to the donkey, “On your knees, jenny."

Bristle, so taken aback by being commanded, submissively knelt in front of the bull's aroused rod and permanently engorged, hungry, balls. He looked up to see Jorgan smiling who gently reach out and stroke his cheek. Lands bent down behind the ass and raised his tail, checking out his doughnut pucker. Not thinking too much on it he leaned forward and began eating Bristle's ass, the donkey gasped and found a cock trying to get through his open maw. He allowed entry. Bristle had never sucked another dude's junk, it felt exciting, and scary… and difficult. His maw was cramping and he kept having to watch where his teeth were and what his tongue was doing. A blowjob was work, maybe that was why it was called a 'job'. He found, however, that he liked this work.

Lands really liked the smell and taste of males, their balls had a strong musk to them and he found that their ass had a similar scent and flavour, it was amazing how much a hole loved being rimmed and licked and penetrated by a tongue. The ass' ass was also very nice and bubble-like, and firm, and squeezable. If he had liked dudes when he had a dick, he definitely would have fucked Bristle. However he stopped, looked at the bull who was enjoying the attention to his cock and whispered, “His hole is all yours big guy."

Merd had woken and watched as the bull stood and went behind Bristle and began fucking him, there was a pang of jealousy but then the dire was by his side shuffling him across so that his dick was in the donkey's face, who got the hint and began sucking it. It was an ambitious move on Lands' part, but he figured what the hell. He just fingered his cunt lazily as he watched the beginning of a beautiful throuple, though he had no idea about this at the time, it was just a hot fuck between three guys. Bristle was so fucking beautiful. Hell, all three were, and here they were, dicks out and being pleasured by each other.

The three's moans got louder but the other guys were still asleep, Land climbed back in bed with the brothers and the goat, Cleve possessively grabbed him into a bear hug, grinding his dick gently against the dire and penetrating his lubed ass and 'gina several times. Lands did not complain.

By five in the morning, all were asleep, and by six that morning, the dire's alarm was ringing in all their ears and getting grumpy moans in return. Once it was just the dire remaining in his home again, he went to go and shower. The warm water ran over his fur and washed off the night's rendezvous, the little dire heard someone enter the shower and begin rubbing his shoulders. “Seems like you had one hell of a party last night." Said Teero, ending it by kissing Lands' nape, and sliding his big strong hands down to the little dire's 'gina. Before long, Lands was being spun around, lifted and having the roo's rod gently rutting him while they kissed. It was a long rutting, with four loads of roo batter deposited into his very happy cooch. After they had dried, the roo still was at full mast, so the dire led him to the bed and pushed him down onto it, and began sucking one of his favourite cocks, it tasted and smelled amazing, the roo already had that scented musk of his on his balls that Lands loved so much, and they were rubbing against his snout, leaving subtle traces of their scent in his muzzle's fur. They had missed breakfast, so Lands was happy for the meal.

They lay in bed where Landor was held tightly in Teero's grasp, as they kissed, the roo's slightly softer dick just resting inside the little dire's cunt, his big balls between them.

Slightly dozed, Landor said, “I notice my ass remains un-roo-ed."

“Shut up and let's not discuss it, don't want to think about it… or how happy me liking a snatch would be to my pa and brothers." Lands chuckled at that and nestled deeply into the roo's embrace.

After about an hour, the roo sat up and stretched, saying, “Fucking you gives the added bonus of having something to do while we wait for the trees to regen."

“Well that is only a few more days, then the regeneration is done." Said the little dire as he slid his arms around the roo's waist.

“Hmph. I am not a fan of idleness.

“Say, Lands… What I am about to say is not meant as offence… I can see that you pretty much love doing it with any guy… and that's okay by me… but ummm… could there maybe… maybe, like be a time where we are more? Where I'm more than just one of the guys fucking you?"

The dire actually froze for a second, all the hurt and trust broken by his fiancée flashed before him. Gingerly he muttered, “I have been hurt, Teer, maybe in time, I'll be ready and we can discuss it again, but…" He said while squeezing the roo, “I very much do enjoy your wonderful company, beyond those amazing balls and cock."

The roo held Lands' paws, tightly, saying in a mock-hurt voice, “But they're my best feature."

The two squeezed tighter and chuckled, but eventually they had to move, but first they kissed a little more, then a lot more.

Alone the little dire did some more exercises and realised he was having to jump higher, so to the measuring point, on the doorframe he went. It said he had dropped to five foot five, he was now classified as a small framed species. It felt weird to be so tiny in such a big cabin with such big furniture, and he would need to get some stepping stools, and a new game controller and remote. And plates, cutlery, and mugs. But considering it had been more than twenty four hours and his size had only dropped around six inches he figured he was stabilizing, though he was curious why he had shrunk so much at all. He carried on working out, his smaller frame was lighter and more flexible and he was enjoying it, but it led him to order several arm and leg weight-braces.

It was almost nightfall when Jorgan rocked up at Lands' cabin with a white towel in his hands and one around his waist. Throwing it at the dire he hurriedly said, “Get'is on en com wit me." The dire smiled and dropped the sarong he had hastily fastened and put on the towel.

The dire was led to the bathhouse, running into Teero who saw his quizzical look and said, “Every week we all gather in the bathhouse and steam and soak. Us, the rangers, and for tonight some actual tourists."

The dire's steps slowed down, and out-of-step with the bull and roo's. “I don't know if that is such a good idea guys. I don't know if I'm ready to be that exposed."

The bull actually roared with laughter, “Dey al know. Dis place's smal'r'n ya. Ev'n dem tooris' prob'ly 'erd 'bout'ya."

“We'll be with you all the time. You don't need to feel nervous." Said Teero, slowly guiding the dire forward by gently pushing him on the back.

Landor took a deep breath and said, “Okay, let's do this."

The three of them headed into the bathhouse. Inside stood three tourists awkwardly getting undressed in the changing room, it was clear that apart from all being young male, late-teen or early-twenties, and small-framed species ( rat, marten and raccoon), that they had also never been nude around strangers before. Teero and Jorgan flicked their towels off their waists and over their shoulders, casually, almost swaggeringly, walking up to the guys to welcome them. The three smalls, unsurprisingly, could not keep their eyes focused on the two larges' faces. Jorgan lead them to a small set of dispensaries. He tapped two points and took the two pills out, he did this twice more, handing a set of each pill to the tourists, Landor recognised the one as naNOLAX, but didn't recognise the other. The bull began saying something but at that moment, Teero was in front of him, unfastening the dire's towel from his waist and distracting him, “You won't be needing this in there."

Landor felt the coolness on his spade, it was weird displaying it in such a public setting, but he didn't repel from the idea. He walked past the others slowly, ignoring their stares and headed into the males' steaming section, he was, after all, still a male, even if he had a stunning and fuckable snatch.

The room smelled of pure maleness, sweet fresh perspiration, balls, butts, pits and cocks. His gash began swelling and getting wet, just from the scent alone, the sight of all the extra heat-lengthened low-hangers hanging off the benches was just extra gravy.

Landor knew how slutty it was but, the smell and visuals had sealed the arousal in him, sitting down on the bench for the small-frames he spread his legs and leaned back, allowing his lusted scent to fill the room while his spade was on complete display. He looked across at the three tourists, and the otter cleaner named Rald. He noticed that slowly but surely the three tourists' balls were growing a little, he had a sneaky suspicion he knew what that other pill was - naNONSTOP.

The smell amongst the steam started changing to to a heady scent of arousal, cocks started sliding up to meet the moist air, the little dire was not complaining at all over this, his gash now slippery and swollen, ready to get fucked by anyone and everyone ready. He stood and turned around, leaning forward as he raised his tail. It didn't take long to hear steps moving towards him and hands running along his body.

The first, unsurprisingly, to line up their cock with his cunt was the young male rat. He began fucking wildly and fast, and cæm just as quick, a little crestfallen he stepped away for the next volunteer, it was Rald, and he was definitively not an amateur, he teased his head around the hole, eliciting a shiver from Lands before thrusting in, after several minutes of this he pulled-out, spun the little dire around and again began his paced-pounding. Suddenly a fourteen and a quarter inch mottled equine cock, not as thick as Bristle's, of the elven foot Clydesdale horse named Gistov, was slapped lewdly against his snout, he began sucking it, it wasn't a bad taste. Once Rald was done, the dire was positioned with his back resting on the length of the bench, the horse cock returning into his maw, his legs spread wide, and Jorgan's cock sliding in-between his lips. Then he felt a second cock pushing its way into his taint. Fucked in three holes at once, Lands was kind of impressed with himself.

The fucking went on for several hours with the whole bathhouse now smelling of cum and balls. The rhythmic slapping of sacks, and grunts, were now the only noises heard, some boys were just a tad to big to fit their whole lengths inside the little dire, such as the direwolf, Palum, and Gistov, thirteen seemed to be his absolute limit. A general rule for cock sizes is average is around an inch to each foot that the creature is. So most of these guys were in the average category for their sizes, except for a few. As Lucka, the then and three quarter foot polar bear finished another load in Landor's mouth, and Gurgon, the pangolin, finished his second, another amazing session's load in the dire's slit, the ten foot grizzly bear, one of the chef's, known only as “Catch", approached the small dire. He politely pushed a panting Gurgon out of the way, and thrust his thick ursine cock into the jizz-marinated pussy which made a lewd noise in response, his joining in seemed to shock the others from the reserve, but his dick was hard, and the riding was the sexy kind of rough, so Landor didn't even give a tenth of a fuck, but enjoyed all of the fuck. The guy was chubby but strong, a real chub-dad-bod type, Lands found himself sliding his one arm behind his head and really enjoying himself just being thrust deep into the ten foot bear's nine and a half inch cock. With one hard final thrust the bear roared, like a savage feral beast, it echoed through the entire forest. Lands liked it, though some seemed even further stunned.

The fucking continued until each guy had put at least one load in each of Lands' three holes, except one guy. While Lands, on all fours, sucked the two barbed cocks of his lion co-worker, Jesher, and the jaguar security, Yama, he felt a cock begin to slide into his cunt, that had not been in him yet, it sent sparks through him and he orgasmed just from its initial penetration. It felt amazing, it felt Nirvana-ry, when the thick cock's length, was in and his cunt was bumping into a bulbous base, he realised this was a canine. Slowly, due to orgasm and sex mind-fog, cocks in his mouth, and heaven in his snatch, he began a mental headcount. He had already been fucked by the painted-dog co-worker, Shemesh. Dastion and Palum, had both fucked him. So that left only the ranger fox - what was his name - Jesper. Jesper's cock felt like is was made for Lands' cunt, like no other cock on the planet could ever fit as perfectly. Land's actually whined, like a heat-riddled bitch, to be knotted by that dick. The penetration was slow and rhythmic, his balls were massive and round and tapping lightly with each thrust. Lands' mind was consumed by taking that knot and with a gentle pulling grasp on his hips the last thrust pushed the knot through his 'gina's breach. He felt each pulse, as shot after shot after shot of seed filled him, he had until this point never felt the rippling pulse of orgasms with such clarity. The two felines cæm as he released a sighing breath of contentment from the knot tying him to the fox.

The dire wanted to speak to the fox but he found more cocks being put before his mouth, and a new dick replace the unknotting one almost immediately.

After nine hours of fucking the little dire walked on unsteady legs, cum running down his legs, and muzzle and even his nose, he had been totally fucked. He headed to one of the steam pools and found Dastion in the water already. Lands crossed over the threshold and sat on the opposite side, the other canine remaining silent. The silence stretched between them exhaustively until finally Landor could take no more.

“Lovely evening, wasn't it?"

“It was fine, I guess." Answered the wolf, curtly.

The little dire pushed on, unphased, “It was nice getting to meet and spend time with all of you."

The wolf grunted.

“Did I do something to offend you, Dastion?"

Silence amongst the bubbles and steam.

“Alright, well let me leave then. I don't want to impose."

“Sit your ass down and relax, and for fuck-sakes ignore that moody bitch." Shot a very low masculine voice behind Landor. Lands looked behind to see Palum approach, his deep grey fur and amber eyes focused on the pool and two of them.

“Don't call me a bitch, you fucking asshole." Snapped to other dire-kin. Palum stepped right next to Lands and his big low hangers smacked the little dire's cheek, as they lowered themselves into the warm water. The pure direwolf was around ten foot four inches, and seemed nowhere near as conservative as most dires that Landor had known in all his years. Dires tended to have a much more basic fur palette than wolves, generally being blacks, greys, and white, and their conservative beliefs about mating between female and males, gender roles, homosexuality were well known, earning them a well known nickname of 'water-flavoured'.

The blending of species is where the browns, creams, oranges, and reds came from that Dastion was blessed with. Landor himself was technically a “pure" dire because both his parents had the physical traits of them, however his mom was a quarter wolf and his father had two blendings of fox blood on his great-grandfather's side, which is where he got his vibrant green eyes. Dastion's size, while a bit larger than a wolf, and colour, would have had him classified as a wolf like his mother must be because the Revells family was known as a dire family, and Mr. Corbain Hertly Revells, Dastion's father, was definitely a pure direwolf, Dast's birth would have probably been a scandal to the family.

Palum dropped into the water next to Lands, with a splash, putting his arm around the little guy whilst using his other forepaw's claw to pick at his fangs.

After a moment of silence, Palum said, in a very cocky attitude, “You can't even fake civility and manners these days, this little guy was trying to be nice to you, you didn't seem to have a problem with him when you were fucking him with your small pecker."

Dast leapt to a stand, pointing his claw at Palum, “You shut your fucking maw, you piece of shit!" Landor realised this was a very touchy subject for Dastion, because the dire-kin did have quite a small penis for his height, he was nearly nine foot and his penis, while very thick, was just over five inches, so technically a micro-penis, while Palum was noticeably large for his ten foot size at thirteen and a half inches long. In Dastion's defence, he had very big balls, bigger than Palum's, probably the same size as, or a little larger than, Jorgan's. Lands was learning more and more that he liked balls, a flash of the fox's flitted through his thoughts.

Palum stood, towering over Dastion, and in a tone dripping with confrontation, said, “Or what?"

“Fuck this!" Said Dast, as he turned and began walking away.

“That's it, walk away. Again!" Palum's words struck a chord, the dire-kin male stopped.

“I never walked away!" He said through gritted teeth.

“No! No, you ran!" Jeered, Palum. The sound of the smaller male's fist hitting the bigger's maw was shockingly unpronounced versus the force that went into it.

Palum fell backward, holding his face and after a moment began chuckling, “Damn, well I am genuinely surprised." He got up and moved towards Dastion, but Lands broke it up by standing between them both and pushing them apart, so that they both fell backwards onto the sitting-step. They seemed very stunned by the fact that they had both been put on their asses by the little guy.

“That is enough guys, now I'm dirt tired from the fucking I've just had and want to relax in peace, so can the three of us just soak quietly, or with civil tones?" No one moved to leave so Lands, sat halfway between them both.

All were quiet for a moment, before Dast muttered, “It ain't small."

“Oh it totally is." Lands stated bluntly, “But, it is also sexy and pleasuring, both aesthetically and functionally, and I enjoyed it."

“I agree, it is sexy." Came the matter-of-fact statement from Palum. It caught the other two off guard, and silence returned. Then in a arrogant tone, Palum added, “But it ain't as amazing as my big boy."

“Yeah, yours is so big that it can't even fit and properly fuck the only cunt within a hundred miles. At least he can fuck me." Lands retorted. Dast snorted a near-laugh, and Palum chuckled deeply.

“Touché." Palum said, showing that majority of his bravado was never intended as the jabs that they came out as.

After more silent moments, but with far less tension, Palum asked Lands, “What's your story then?"

Lands took a deep breath and said, “What do you want to know about."

“Well, you're like a halfway body, why?"

“I have always wanted to have a vagina since I was a little boy, so I got one."

“And were your folks okay with that? Some wolf families can be rather conservative." Dastion enquired.

“Direwolf , and no, my family disowned me, and my fiancée left me, and I lost all my friends."

“You're a direwolf?" They both gasped.

“Yup."

“But you're so small, like when you arrived you were small even for an average wolf, but you are tiny for a dire, female dires average nine feet." Palum said.

“I know and I was, and I was pretty big, not as tall as you, but nine foot eight"

“Bet you had a nice package too." He responded lewdly.

Lands, looked sideways at Dastion, before saying, “I did okay in that department."

Not dropping it, Palum continued, “Now come on, what was your size, were you small, average, or almost as big as me?"

“No." Lands said, deliberately smirking.

“'No' to what?"

“'No' to all of that. My balls were nowhere near as crazy as your guys' have grown due to the nonos, which are rare for personal use in my town. But, my cock was just over sixteen inches."

They both stared at the little guy with shock. “Please tell me that you were at least ugly."

“Apart from my size, and a slight debulking, I pretty much look the same then as now."

“Well shit, you must have been a fucking gorgeous thing to behold." Palum said with wonder.

It was amazing how that statement actually belittled Landor, inadvertently, like he was somehow seen as not enough, again. Like another dire had just said that he was diminished.

“I think he looks really beautiful and hot just as he is." Said Dast, with the most sincere, non-scowl that Landor had yet seen his face make.

“Thank you, Dast." The dire-kin male smiled at that.

Lands felt it was appropriate to probably leave the water at that point and head to bed, “Have a lovely evening both of you."

As Landor bent and stepped onto the step to get out of the water, his thick juicy cunt displaying behind him, Dastion said, “Wait, may I couple with you before you leave."

The little dire smiled at the formality of “couple", and nodded saying, “Go for it, hot stuff."

The dire-kin rose, showing that he was already ready, knotted and all.

Palum watched as his old friend, the male that he had grown up with moved towards the little dire and tenderly ran his forepaws up the thighs, to the back and messaged it before slipping his sexy small cock into the expectant 'gina. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he should just give up on his dreams and find a post somewhere else. Or maybe…

He got up and waded across to them, that little dire really was hot as fuck, and, for the first time sober, the only female anatomy that he wanted to fuck, so much so that he wondered if he should shrink down his dick somewhat. But at the same time he was good, great actually, with it just the way it was. While Dastion pounded the little guy with eyes closed and face up to the heavens, panting, Palum moved behind him and lifted his tail.

Dast came out of his daze and looked back at Palum, saying, “Dude, what are you doing?"

“Come on, Dazzy. It'll be like when we were kids."

“Dude, I'm not a fag." Dast whispered, while he continued to thrust.

“Well I am, and used to pound your sweet ass every chance I got, even when you started dating Melina. So let's just do it for old-time's sake." Dast didn't make a move to stop him, so he bent down and began kissing the dire-kin's pucker, it tasted better than he remembered. The big dire went all out on it, frenching it with his tongue fully inside, tasting the inner Dast and tickling his prostate. Dastion elicited multiple small moans of pleasure and slowed down his thrusting of Lands to enjoy the tonguing that he was receiving.

After an enjoyable while of eating his old friend out, Palum stood and aimed the tip of his cock at the moist hole, and began slapping it gently against the wanton receiver, pre splashing all over it, then with loving gentle care he began pushing his thick meat past the resisting barrier, and slid it in. Dast moaned very loudly, and Palum began fucking him harder and harder, Lands along for the ride, though he clearly didn't mind.

Over the next thirty of so minutes, the pounding got real, very quick, Palum was already smacking his knot into Dazzy's stretching hole, smells and moans in the steam were all that existed, heat was everywhere, and two sweaty sets of balls were smacking lewdly into each other. Palum hadn't been a chaste male all these years, he had had a LOT of sex trying to find someone that brought him, even remotely, to the same pleasure spot as this male riding his dick. No one had come close. The pre was actually running out of Dast's ass at this point and coating his balls which were then squelching as they smacked the dire's.

Palum could feel the hole was about to take his melon-sized knot, and then it pushed in, with the final resistance gone. Palum, without thinking roared and bit into Dast's shoulder hard, while his balls emptied themselves into their friend's sweet pleasure-chest… emptied themselves more than they had done in years. Dast cæm but the bite made him yelp in pain, mixed in with the release of pleasure that he was experiencing.

The dire came to his senses and loosened his maw's grip, he tasted blood, “I am sorry, Dazzy."

“It's okay." Dast panted mildly.

Palum reversed them backwards to the sitting-step, leaving Lands and his cum-dripping 'gina behind. The little guy didn't seem to mind and stepped out of the water and turned to look at them both, Dast sitting and tied to Palum, content and submissive, and the little dire smirked an all knowing smirk, before turning and walking back in to the bathhouse.

Alone, Palum held Dast tightly around the chest and licked the wounds he had made. The smaller dire-kin started sniffing, it was subtle but Palum knew this meant his friend was hurting. “I'm sorry if I bit you too hard, I'll go and get the first aid when we're untied."

“No, it's not that… Lulu, it is just that I am such a fucking failure."

Pushing past the fact that Dastion had used an old nickname that he wished had stayed in the past, he gently whispered, “How have you failed, Dazzy?"

“I am just the embarrassment to my family. I am the only one that is un-dire in appearance, even my mom looks full dire. I am small, and small, have no sense for money-making like my dad, and I like taking fucking dick!

“We're twenty five, Lulu, I am meant to be married with pups and already making something of my life. And, instead, all I do is bring shame to my family and its name. I haven't even tried to re-mate after Melina." He laughed, “Hell, the guy, my best friend, the one whose knot is buried in my ass, is the one that broke me and my mate up."

Palum's hackles rose, too long had he kept it bottled, too long had he left things unsaid, “SHE WAS NEVER YOUR MATE! I WAS! ME!"

He composed himself somewhat, “She was just some stupid bitch that you felt obligated to try and be with, but it was always me, I love you, I have since we were four and had that wedding and gave each other grass rings and kissed, saying we were now married to each other even though were were boys. You were- always mine, and I thought I was- yours. Then her...

“That night at the party she figured out that there was something between us, she got me drunk, and me and her fucked each other, both, to make you jealous. I regret that I did that to you, but I don't regret saving you from a mediocre life with her.

“It has been seven years, Dazzy, and I am still insanely, keeps-me-up-at-night, you-take-my-breath-away, in love with you! And fuck anyone who says that our love is less because we are males…" Palum's voice faltered a moment, “If- if you do love me?" That was it, the dire had sent out the plea, the question he had feared since they were teenagers. He had been practically disowned for liking males, only his father checked in on him, he hadn't heard from his mother, sisters or brother, in over six years.

Dast was quiet a moment, and then shakily responded, “You- you remembered our wedding?

Sniffs and silence dragged for a bit, “I- I do love Lulu."

“You do?" The dire found himself beginning to choke-up.

“I do. I- I guess I always have. I am just really messed up and wanted to do something right for my family."

“Forget about your family, and do something right for you. Be my partner. Be mine. Be my mate."

Dast smiled, turning, his head to face Palum directly, “I already am your mate, I just didn't know it yet." Dazzy pulled Lulu by his neck tuft into a deep, passionate, long-awaited kiss. It tasted like happiness.

***

Lands had left the boys to sort out their feelings, when he had seen both of them sitting there, he had seen unrequited love, ready to finally be expressed, and decided to give them some privacy.

Inside the bathhouse, Lands ran into the three campers getting dressed to head out, and Shemesh, the painted dog, whom was trying desperately to get in good with the marten. The cum running down Lands' legs needed to have company, so after a very easy exchange, the three, and Shemesh, headed back to Lands' place to spend the evening, it was not difficult to do, now he knew why a cunt was also called a 'snatch'.

Inside his large domicile the four small and one slightly above average, fitted on the bed with ease. The rat was the only one just a little shorter than Landor, maybe an inch, the marten was the same height, the raccoon was a bit taller, and Shemesh was a lot bigger at seven foot and three inches. The young rat, Limmy, had just turned nineteen and so the boys, best friends since toddlers, decided to have a weekend in the spookiest woods in the area. So with Torel, the pine marten, and Ferow, the raccoon, they arrived and decided that they should visit the bathhouse and try being 'au naturel'. Landor thought this had been a successful trip and party. And, while they all said that they were straight, the snatch on a dude was sufficient, clearly, and the marten was getting deep-boned in the backside by Shemesh. Shemesh however saved a few loads for Landor with his six and three-quarter inch dick. It was a good fuck and the other three licked and kissed his nipples and clit while he was being fucked, it was a lot of fun, three, roughly five and a half inchers, all young, leaky, and hard, waiting to get attention from one of his holes. They all got attention from all three that evening in his home. Limmy was especially taken by Landor and kept sucking his spade's clit, and fucking him and begging to have his dick and balls licked. Lands learnt later that he was the young rat's first time. The boys were messy and Lands would need to wash his sheets. Again. He wasn't complaining. Shemesh proved to be quite insatiable and once Torel couldn't take anymore, he started again on Landor, and they tried many positions, had many orgasms, made many moans of pleasure.

They all fucked until it was nearly sunrise, finally falling asleep… The following morning, less than an hour later, they were awoken by that damned relentless alarm. As they got off the bed, Lands was a little shocked to see that he was now shorter than Limmy, by about an inch. Measuring, he was now five foot and three inches. The rest didn't even seem to notice because of how tired they were, however the rat did look at him quizzically after they parted from the farewell hug, probably because the head tilt had changed downward.

Landor had barely closed the door on the four of them when a knock happened at it. He knew it was not Teero, because he would have just walked in by now.

Opening the door, Fausa, the hyena security guard, stood naked. He was a nine foot nine inch tall male, his muscular body balanced with a layer of fat, and a muscular belly bulging out in front of him, which his right cybernetic arm was scratching. His massive, black, low-hanging balls which swayed above his black cock, that was flaccidly poking out of its black sheath ever so slightly. Lands felt a strange feeling of submissiveness and arousal around him and vaguely remembered the same feeling from the night before.

“May I come?" He asked.

“Sure." Lands responded allowing entry, while yawning, he now hadn't slept properly in two nights.

The yeen looked around, “Nice place you've made for yourself here."

“Thank you. How can I-“

“I'll cut right to the chase and save us all the formality bullshit, if that's okay." Lands remained silent, wearily waiting for whatever was going to happen next.

“You see, I like you, but not in a rest-of-life way, just in that I find you appealing and would like to fuck you more regularly, starting now."

Lands tried to speak but couldn't, he noticed his tail was moving between his legs. The yeen flopped down of the sofa and said, “I'll explain why you are struggling to fight my command while you come and suck me pup."

Landor moved to the chair knelt on it and began sucking the hardening cock while the yeen scratched his head and ears.

“You see pup, hyena produce crazy amounts of hormones, females even more than males, but I am not an average male and produce a strong pheromonic cocktail that makes most females and males completely submissive, as I am sure you are currently learning. Now I like this, I like being the master in a relationship, but I don't want to hormone rape you, so are you okay with this?"

Lands found himself shaking from the urge to lie and say it didn't bother him, but he won out, “I don't know if I like this."

“Fair enough, and by the way congratulations on being the first person that close to my balls and able to speak their mind." He scratched Lands ears and guided his maw back to the ten inch and a quarter yeen cock, which the little guy obeyed and began sucking again without resistance. “I tell you what little one, let's give it a try today, and if it doesn't work then it doesn't work, but let us see first if you can enjoy this. Okay?" Lands nodded, slowly and obediently.

“Good because I have a love of your cooch something crazy, the fact that it isn't a yeen one was already a bonus, but I really like it, like it is top tier grade.

“Now, be a good little pup and deep-throat me, I want to cum down your throat." Landor obeyed without question and felt the yeen squeeze the fur on the back of his head, moments before pulse after pulse ran through the cock inside his throat.

“There," Fausa sighed in relief, “that's a good good pup." Lands' tail began to wag slightly, he was screaming internally but couldn't seem to get his animalistic side to listen, it just wanted to please this dominant male so damn much.

“Now," the yeen said smacking the boys ass hard, “go over to that messy bed and bend over for daddy, so he can punish you and your messy ways with his rod."

Landor got up and walked over to the bed, jumping on it and on all fours, and displayed his cunt for the yeen. His backside got smacked again, “I didn't hear you say that you were ready for daddy."

“I- I'm ready." Another smack.

“Ready, who?"

“I am ready, Daddy."

“Good pup, now let daddy give your your punishment." And with that Fausa thrust his cock into the direwolf's cooch. Each thrust made the little guy feel like he was loosing more and more of his will to fight this, he had heard of love-drunk but this was crazy.

“Be a good pup and don't cum until daddy does, okay?" Lands again nodded obediently.

They fucked well past breakfast, with the yeen not cumming once. The dire's gina was actually starting to ache a little when finally the yeen growled and lightly nipped on the back of the little dire's neck and cæm. As commanded earlier, the little guy cæm too. Both were floods and afterwards they collapsed next to each other on the bed, Fausa panting furiously as he slipped some digits of his left forepaw into the dire's leaking, gaping, cunt.

“That was a good fuck, pup, you got stamina."

“Thanks, want me to clean you up?" The yeen seemed taken aback, but nodded. So Lands pantingly moved down and began licking Fausa's sweat and sex marinated balls, and his delicious salty-metallic cock as it slunk back into its sheath, he really did have a strong and overpowering musk, but the dire liked it.

Landor then climbed up and cuddled Fausa, and after a while said, “I don't really like that you can make me do so much, especially since it takes some of my pleasure away from me. But, it makes you happy and it wasn't bad giving in, so when it is just us, I will call you daddy and obey you."

“How the fuck are you-"

“-Talking to you so easily? Well, halfway through the fucking I kind of learnt how to override the animal side of me. Not that I'll do it often, as, like I said, being in control makes you happy, and I like seeing you happy."

“Well, I'll be damned." Was all the yeen said before cuddling the little dire tighter.

They stayed in bed cuddling until dinnertime, which neither was missing, as they were both starving. A quick shower later, Lands helped Fausa clean his parts, he only had one arm after all, water hurt cyber limbs, they raced into the dining hall.

All eyes were on the little dire, it was a little disconcerting, but he held his head up high, dished up his food, and sat down next to Teero and Jorgan, who were completely naked, most of the guys seemed to be. The stares finally settled into chats and he and his friends chatted and laughed. And Lands noted that Dastion and Palum were sitting intimately close to each other and smiling, gentle hand grazes occurring, and towards the end, they kissed. Jorgan's mouth was genuinely agape upon seeing this and the little dire closed it for him while chuckling. It looked like moods would get better in the 'colony' of men now.

After he had finished eating, the small dire got up and took his plate to the drop-off point. He was walking back to his place in the dark when someone unfamiliar called for him, the voice was soft and melodic, and very eloquent.

Turning to look at its owner, he realised why, it was the fox ranger. He was completely naked except for a green neckerchief, his exceptionally massive honey-melon sized balls, bigger than Jorgan and Dastion's, hung lower than the dire remembered, the left hanging a little more than the right. His sheath was plump and the membrane attaching it upward to the muscular abdomen was pronounced with extra fluff. But apart from the amazingly athletically toned body and package, were those stunning chartreuse eyes, contrasting his rich pumpkin-orange fur and egg-white underfur. The dire was so aroused by this guy, his balls, his paws, his ears, his tail, those damn soulful large eyes.

“Good evening, my name is Jesper, we became somewhat acquainted last night?"

“I remember. My name's Landor." Smiling, he hoped not foolishly… … It was foolish.

“I knew that." He chuckled.

“And I knew yours too, but manners hey."

Jesper snorted, “Yes, but where would civilization be without them."

He seemed almost too naive or innocent, and also too dapper, so Lands started worrying if it was all an act.

“Ummm- I was wondering, hoping actually, that I could maybe escort you back to your domicile?" The fox seemed so shy and awkward asking this, like he expected Lands to reject him outright.

“I don't see why not." And so, they walked on the dark path, illuminated by all the stars able to reach them through the canopy of trees.

“It is a nice night for a walk with someone so stunningly beautiful." The fox said, with a slight cough.

“It is." The dire said smiling and giving a side glance.

The fox chuckled, “I meant you."

“And I meant you."

The fox frowned a bit, “Oh." There was silence for a few steps before he blurted, “I am not usually this much of an idiot. I assure you. I am just so very, painstakingly nervous and- ummm- never mind." He closed up quick, like he was about to reveal so much, like the pink slipping out his sheath wasn't giving it away to Lands.

The dire raised his brows, then decided teasing was the appropriate response, “Nervous because you want to kill me?" He said, in his most serious tone.

“What? No! No. No. You have got this all wrong!" Exclaimed the fox, almost pleadingly. Lands started laughing and the fox soon realised that he was being teased and got serious, “That was not amusing."

“Oh, it totally was, foxy boy. It totally was."

They reached the steps of Lands' cabin, the fox had remained silent after the jab and the dire was beginning to wonder if he had crossed some sort of a line or something and was about to say goodnight when the fox said, “Well, it was a pleasure to have formally met you."

“Oh, ummm- okay." Responded Landor, now very confused by this entire interaction and truly believing that he had crossed some line.

The fox just lingered, swaying awkwardly, before finally saying, “Goodnight." After this Jesper turned and began walking away. Lands was feeling a little hurt by the encounter. Then the fox spun on his one hindpaw, so fast that his balls took a moment to catch up, flopping frantically afterwards, “May I call on you another evening, for us to perhaps spend time together?"

Lands looked at this fox with curiosity and confusion, what the actual hell was going on with this fucking vulpine, he was acting weird. The dire took a deep breath, and said, “We could hang-out now, if you'd like."

The fox seemed frozen for a second, before just nodding and walking back towards the abode.

Once they were both inside, the fox again stood awkwardly, looking around and saying, “It looks nice in here. Very large furniture for your stature."

Landor was finding himself getting annoyed by all the beating-around-the-bush tactics, “I haven't cleaned and it smells like sex, because up until dinner that is all that has been happening in here for more than sixteen hours.

“Would you like to take a seat?" The dire had said all this maybe a little too bluntly with an edge to his tone. He knew it was too much, but he was feeling weird around this male and the male was being to coy and weird himself.

Jesper's ears lowered slightly, “Would you like me to leave?"

The dire snorted in humorous-frustration, “No, dude. What I want is for you to stop giving me the run around and tell me what you would really like, and also relax the fuck enough to just be yourself.

“You are in my house naked. I am in my house naked. No one else is here. We can just be ourselves. I know that I am being blunt and coming off bitchy, but I really hate façades. I like honesty. I had enough fakeness, in my old home, with my old friends, and old fiancée."

The fox straightened up and said, “I understand." He then moved and sat on the sofa, he was only six foot five, so he couldn't lean back, Lands made a mental note to get a universal couch, with the wavy seats, with his next paycheck. The fox's ridiculously large balls hung off the seat, Lands had to behave himself and not daydream.

“I was raised to always be polite and not point out issues, so please bear with me if I struggle to just speak my mind openly at times. It is not how I was raised." The fox began, gaining confidence in his tone as he continued. “I would like to express myself in full, without interruption, if possible, as this is rather challenging for me to say while being so near to you."

There was a short pause where Lands remained patiently silent, “I want to court… ummm… date you. Last night was the most amazing experience of my life and I found myself jealous of the fact that all these other males were also getting to have their way with you during that monumental moment for me. Not, mind you, that I minded watching them all have fun with you, I enjoyed that, it was just that I could not call you mine while they conducted themselves in that manner with you. If that makes any sense at all to you, because I am still struggling to understand it myself.

“But, I do not wish to couple with you again, for the moment at least. I first would like to get to know you, “hang-out" with you, if you will, and become your friend, and then maybe something more. I may even be willing to join a relationship, if you are already in one. Because- because, I know with absolute certainty that I want you in my life. That I want to be in your life.

“I am thirty-one. I come from significant money, I am the middle child of three siblings, both my parents are still together, and against their wishes I moved here to live a 'plebeian' life that is unbecoming of one of my station. And one day I would really like to have lots of children if possible, possibly with you, if what I have heard is true." He sighed and de-tensed, saying, “That is what I wanted to say, and also to give you some information about myself."

Lands moved to the sofa as well and had to hop up onto it. It took him a moment to get the words he wanted to say in order, he put his paw on the fox's thigh, which shivered as he did so, the lustrous pink tip of his cock poking out involuntarily again, the fox shifted and Landor removed his paw realising that he was making this situation more awkward for the stressed out fox, “That moment last night when I felt you enter me was… was… was… well it was very special to me as well, I didn't know it was you at first but I just knew that that penis' owner was… special. And, yes, I know how slutty that sounds, but that is not what I mean, it just felt like that penis was made for me."

“That is how your vagina felt for me." He impulsively interjected, before calming and silencing himself to continue listening.

Lands took a breath and continued, “I am not ready for a relationship, being this small, having a spade instead of a cock, while amazing, is still new and overwhelming to me. Children is a later-me thing to think about. Fifteen days ago, I was a big, strong, male direwolf, who was only attracted to females. Twelve days ago, I parted ways with the woman I thought I was going to marry, whom I loved dearly. I have lost all my childhood friends, all my old friends thereafter, and my family won't even speak to me, I have been shunned by my old life's people.

“I do however want to give you that chance, though I must warn you, Teero is also interested in more than just fucking and has offered me a similar proposal. So how about we do the friends-thing for now and see where it goes from there. And I will try not to dream about you fucking me and those amazing balls of yours."

Jesper's nearly nine inch long, wrist thick, cock was now majority out and his knot, two peaches bound together, was beginning to stretch out his sheath. “You admire my scrotum that much?"

“Yes, I am a balls guy, I really seem to like them and how they smell and taste. And, may I just ask, why are yours so massive and hanging so damn low?"

He looked down at them for a second and then started laughing, “Oh. Well… ummm… I am in my rutting season and, like most male foxes, my testes grow noticeably during this period. The additional weight makes them descend lower, I guess." He chuckled at the last.

“Well, they look very… inviting."

“Thank you. Everything on you looks inviting, if you will pardon my frankness."

“Thanks. Are you more into males or females?" Landor blurted, highly curious.

“I can not say, I have only ever been with females, well a female and you to be precise. But male anatomy has aroused me more than once."

“You have only been with two people?" Lands was shocked. “Was the other one a long-term relationship?"

“Well, technically it went on for a long time, seven years to be precise, however it was completely secret. She was my governess and would have lost her employment if my parents had discovered us, not to mention what it would have done for her reputation."

“Okay, let's start with the fact that you had a governess? What- are you a prince? Do royalties even still exist anywhere?"

He chuckled, “Only in the minds of those who hold the title, technically, and to antiquity. I am a prince's son, he has the official title of duke, and through some old rules for first born sons, I have received his secondary title. So I have the official court standing of an earl, so am called lord. However, by the modern standards, my older sister shall take his title when he passes and become a duchess, and will thus take my earldom with her, and then I will just have the courtesy title of lord. Lord Jesper Nikada Kombrasian the First."

Lands just glared at him in sheer shock, finally saying dumbstruck, “Okay, so you are royalty, got it."

“Well only in title, as no monarchy and its lords carry land ownership anymore. My family however still maintains the airs of royal bloodlines and such.

“To answer the other query, and point, that you were going to soon ask, I suspect, yes my governess and I had an affair. She was twenty when I was twelve, and I could not tell you with any certainty how it happened. However, one evening while she was helping me bathe, as was the custom in my household, I became aroused and she held it in her soapy paw and began rubbing it and kissed me. Coupling happened often and regularly after that. Just before my eighteenth birthday she met a vehicle salesman working for one of my father's businesses and ended our near seven year tryst to marry him. They have some beautiful children, and we did not love each other at all, so there are no regrets with how things ended between us."

Landor sighed, that was a hell of a load of information, “Thank you for sharing that. You don't feel that she crossed a line there?"

“Oh, do not mistake my nonchalant attitude as condoning what she did, it was wrong, however I was young and going through puberty, so it felt amazing, and fun, and perfect, to me."

“I see."

They sat together a while longer, Lands tried again to touch the fox's thigh with his forepaw, this time it was not shooed off, and the tip of pink poked out.

“Would you like something to eat or drink, or would you like to watch a movie or play holo-games?"

“I have never played holo-games, and have no desire to embarrass myself on the night of your first impression of me, so how about we watch a movie?"

“A movie is good, however I am going to totally have to show you what you've been missing with the games."

Jesper chuckled softly, tenderly, “It is a deal, for another time. A movie tonight, and during our next rendezvous, embarrassment."

The fox picked a romantic movie classic, Rosablanca. They both sat right back on the sofa, legs curled, and watched. At some point, a second movie started to just auto-playing and they just stayed cuddled and listened to it. Lands, stroking the fox's thigh, and abdomen, and by genuine accident, occasionally the sheath. Jesper, likewise rubbed the dire's abdomen, bumping the nipples often, and once the point of Land's spade, Jesper inhalingly-gulped audibly.

Landor fell asleep cuddling Jesper, and was roused when he was being put into bed by the fox. As the fox tried to move away from the bed, Landor gently touched his paw and quietly said, sleep here with me. Jesper said nothing and just smiled climbing into the bed. Once he was in bed, staring into each other's green-hued eyes, they kissed, and eventually after an hour of passionately making out, they cuddled up and slept. Lands finally got some real sleep.

The little dire awoke first, there was a large something poking him, not in any holes, but between the little guy's thighs and right along his cunt. Jesper was still sound asleep but his cock was very much awake. Its tip was even dripping profusely, wetting the little dire's snatch completely as it lightly humped him, it would have been easy to just slip it in and feign waking like that, and he was so hungry for that dick. But… it felt wrong to do that, the fox had clearly wanted to try and do things the old fashion way and leave sex off the table for now. So with great effort he turned to face the fox and guided the stunning pink monster upward. Jesper woke, and the look was almost accusatory. “I am just moving it out the way so that I can cuddle into you."

The fox was satisfied and pulled the little guy in deeper. They stayed like that until the alarm went off, at which point Landor got up, but on his limb weights and started his lifts and crunches and squats. Jesper got up and watched for a bit, before going to make them both a warm cup of tea. Tea. In the morning, but anyway.

After the morning tea. They showered, and kissed. Chatted and kissed. Kissed and, kissed. And finally had to say goodbye, so naturally had to have a goodbye-kiss. The rangers met for a meeting each morning before breakfast. Landor didn't even really feel like breakfast, he felt… odd.

[Mpreg implication past this point]

One of the ideas for why he felt so odd made his eyes widen, it couldn't be. He counted the days and then within moments was contacting the doctor.

One hour later, in the doctor's room, naked, legs open, and his spade on full display. The doctor, Dr. Stonethorne, a middle-aged, slightly chubby, seven foot four, male coyote, stared at a clipboard and cleared his throat.

“Well, we don't get many… ummm… shifted people around here, in fact, you are the first with this exact change to have come through my doors.

“Anyway, let's get to it. I am going to insert some scouter-nanos into your cervix and they will move up into your uterus and tell me what is going on there." The doctor moved up to him and pushed the pill containing the scouting nanobots into his cunt with three forepaw digits. The little dire sighed at the pleasure caused by the touch, the doctor noticed and stepped back clearing his throat.

“How long since the finalisation date was reached."

“Yesterday."

The yote gave Lands a hooded stare before saying in a measured tone, “We will see in a matter of minutes, though it is highly unlikely. How many sexual partners and sexual occurrences have you had in the last sixty or so hours."

The little dire choked at the question, “Is that important."

“It could help narrow down something, I am assuming then that there has been one or two?"

“Ummm… there has been some."

“Some partners or some occurrences?"

The dire smiled sheepishly and responded, “Both, actually."

The doctor again looked at Landor oddly and began to clear his throat, “I also want to just check your blood and genome. It says that you are of direwolf classification, but your size is well below average."

“I know! I have shrunk so much since the change, I know they said there may be some size shifting but this has been rather extreme." Said Lands, excitedly.

The doctor pricked the dire's arm with a needle-scope and then asked, tell me how tall you were."

“I was around nine foot eight." The doctor was scowling now.

“And the nano-shifting was done for what height reduction estimate?"

“Between eight and a half and nine feet. Why?" The scope beeped and his halo-screen lit up. He moved to it and tapped and swiped and expanded things and then finally stopped.

“Just as I thought, your hormone levels are for someone much larger, with much more everything to work with."

“Okay… will this be a problem?"

“Technically, no, the shield-nonos that are standard in shifts, where chromosome shifts don't happen as well, are monitoring and preventing issues to genetic structuring, but it will mean that your pheromones and sex-drive will be in the excess."

“Oh. Well that is okay, you can leave it like that."

“Are you certain, I can at least reduce it down a little more, just so that sex isn't the only thing that you think of."

“No thanks, I will adjust, but if I can't then I'll come and see you about that reduction. But maybe you can tell me about why my size dropped to five foot three?"

The doctor began examining the screen again, and asked, “Tell me about your family lines. What other species are in your family tree?"

“Well my mom's great grandmother was a wolf. And my father's great great great great grandfather was fox and then his son was a direwolf but also mated with a female fox."

“A fox, you say?" He then looked at the numbers and lines on the screen, swiping and focussing on some.

“There!" He exclaimed, “Not just any foxes, but fennec and pale, and a small amount of red. Your size comes from them. Your body shifted like this, probably due to a whole bunch of genetic triggers when the genitals were being reassigned and the nono-shields were trying to harmonise your body's structure. Were your eyes always that shocking green?"

“Yes they were." Lands, like hearing that his eyes were 'shocking green'.

“So the fox DNA was clearly dominant in some parts of the genome, I am surprised they didn't warn you about this, knowing your background and seeing genetic markers of a smaller species."

“No they didn't. So I am the size of a fennec fox?"

“Oh heavens no, you are more in line with a female pale fox's height. But, the shorter than average fur is fennec and the green eyes come from the red."

“Great, so a direwolf that is fox-sized, that is just great."

“Well, I could help you there a little."

“How? Can you make me taller." Lands asked, not as hopefully as he had expected to sound.

“No, unfortunately your genetics have been affected and are being forced into this frame, so to tamper with it may endanger you, but I can do some quick superficial changes to make you look more like a pale fox."

“Changes like what?" The little dire was interested now.

“Increase your tails length and fluffiness, dires have such small and unfluffy ones. And enlarge your ears and eyes a bit."

“How long will it take and how expensive will this be?"

“I have an arrangement with your company, you can pay me back over time so don't stress about that, and it should take less than twenty minutes."

Lands didn't even take enough time to consider the proposal enough to say that he had diligently pondered it, “Do it."

The doctor smiled and began typing and swiping stuff on his table screen, after a moment he came over to the dire and stuck a thin needle into his neck for about three seconds. Landor immediately felt a warm feeling filling him.

“Just lie down and try and relax, regardless of the sensations." The warmth turned into an electrifying tingle, and sometimes for brief seconds a momentary stinging burn, spreading throughout his body.

“While you are having those changes done, which I can see your body is adapting to easily, so the DNA just needed a small push to come through, let us review what is happening in that womb of yours."

He swiped a document from his table-screen to his large holo-screen and immediately looked bewildered.

“Mr. Nyxtrom, you have twenty-two fertilized embryos with eighteen different partner's DNA!"

Suddenly Lands was no longer concerned with the discomfort of the changes. “What?"

The coyote looked graven and slowly said, “You have a shifting disorder called happy-womb syndrome, H.W.S. It means that your ovaries release eggs whenever you are engaged in sex. The ovaries are also slightly larger and carry slightly more eggs. It also means that your body doesn't stop releasing eggs once you are pregnant.

“This disorder can lead to birthing issues or physical harm if left untreated."

“We'll get to the dangers in a minute, doc. Twenty-two? What the actual FUCK?" Landor exclaimed in horror.

“Mr. Nyxtrom, please can you calm yourself, I understand that this is an issue and perhaps overwhelming but it is a simple thing to terminate the pregnancies."

This actually sent chills down the little dire's spine, he didn't want to abort, but did he really want to have these pups? Twenty-two? It wouldn't be physically possible.

After thinking about it a long moment, the longest moment he could remember, he asked the coyote, “Is there any other options? I mean, for if I wanted to keep them."

It was the doctor's turn to be stunned and he actually had to sit against his table for support, after thinking about it he said, “There are three other options. Either you pick two or three and terminate the rest; or we remove them and grow them in artificial wombs or surrogates, this is very expensive; or… we insert suspension nanobots that will hold off the development of the rest until a certain number are born, I would recommend no more than six at a time, to prevent damage to you or them, this does however mean that you would have twenty-two pups."

Lands already knew what he wanted, he just didn't know how the hell he was going to do it, “I want that last option. I have always wanted pups and to give birth to them. Granted this is earlier than planned, way earlier but how could I choose which to kill and which not to."

“Alright." Sighed Dr. Stonethorne, thinking the little guy a bit foolish, “Is there any questions before we begin? And, I am also recommending that you have a control-contraceptive, naNOTNOW, placed in you. It will mean that you cannot release eggs unless consciously willing it to happen and even then it is only a twenty percent chance that your thoughts will relay adequately to the nanobots. It will not affect the current pregnancies."

Dr. Challem Stonethorne waited patiently, lost in his own thoughts. He could see that the little dire was still trying to process all this, it was, after all, a lot. Personally he would have terminated these and waited until he was ready, but then he remembered that all of his three kids had been unplanned. Hell, this dire was older than he was when he became a father. Hell, this dire was younger than his oldest child. He started noticing the male's body, the black, soft, fur, the green, sparkling, eyes. He shook his head and came out of that revelry, he was this male's doctor, and old enough to be his father. And, he hadn't thought about male's that way since he was a teenager. And, the male was potentially pregnant. And, he was his DOCTOR. And, he liked females. Though, this male did have a vagina. But he was still a male. And, he was the dire's doctor.

Challem was pulled out of his spiralling thoughts when Landor asked, “Can you tell who the fathers are and what the babies' genders will be?" The direwolf asked still lying down.

“Sure I can- Uhhh… you can sit up now, the transformations should be nearly done. Anyway as I was saying, I can tell you these things, however, please be aware that we have found that it is a ninety-nine point nine percent chance that the gender of any H.W.S. child will be a male. We suspect this due to the nature of the condition and that both partners are both technically XY and the nouveaux-female always holds the X chromosome so the Y chromosome sperm are the only ones the egg seem to bond with. As for the partners, it is on my screen but it shows the genetics as the majority genetic trait for each partner, so you may not know who each one is. Would you like it on the screen?"

The little dire nodded so the doctor swiped the table-screen onto the big hol-screen. Which popped up for both to see the results:

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Parent 2 - Male

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Foetus 001

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Direwolf 001

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Direwolf 002

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Male (M)

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Direwolf

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Foetus 002

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Direwolf 001

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Direwolf 002

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Male (M)

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Direwolf

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Foetus 003

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Direwolf 001

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Wolf 001

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Male (M)

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Direwolf

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Foetus 004

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Direwolf 001

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Wolf 001

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Male (M)

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Direwolf

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Foetus 005

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Direwolf 001

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Painted Dog 001

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Male (M)

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Painted Dog

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Foetus 006

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Direwolf 001

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Painted Dog 001

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Male (M)

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Painted Dog

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Foetus 007

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Direwolf 001

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Fox 001

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Male (M)

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Fox

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Foetus 008

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Direwolf 001

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Fox 001

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Male (M)

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Fox

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Foetus 009

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Direwolf 001

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River Otter 001

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Male (M)

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River Otter

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Foetus 010

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Direwolf 001

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Pine Marten 001

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Male (M)

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River Otter

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Foetus 011

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Direwolf 001

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Raccoon 001

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Male (M)

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Raccoon

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Foetus 012

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Direwolf 001

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Hyena 001

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Male (M)

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Hyena

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Foetus 013

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Direwolf 001

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Boar 001

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Male (M)

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Boar

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Foetus 014

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Direwolf 001

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Boar 002

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Male (M)

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Boar

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Foetus 015

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Direwolf 001

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Sheep 001

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Male (M)

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Sheep

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Foetus 016

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Direwolf 001

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Goat 001

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Male (M)

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Goat

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Foetus 017

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Direwolf 001

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Bovine 001

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Male (M)

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Bovine

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Foetus 018

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Direwolf 001

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Donkey 001

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Male (M)

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Donkey

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Foetus 019

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Direwolf 001

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Horse 001

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Male (M)

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Horse

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Foetus 020

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Direwolf 001

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Kangaroo 001

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Male (M)

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Kangaroo

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Foetus 021

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Direwolf 001

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Kangaroo 001

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Male (M)

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Kangaroo

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Foetus 022

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Direwolf 001

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Rat 001

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Male (M)

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Rat

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Lands was naturally, expectedly, stunned, seeing the details on the screen. Seeing it so bluntly, coolly, stated made it so immediate and real for him. All the moisture left his maw, and he couldn't speak for a second.

“Okay, Dr. Stonethorne." I am ready, begin the procedures.

The doctor stood and walked over to the little dire, “Please bend over the bed."

The little dire did as he was told, his amazing spade, slightly swollen from arousal of being nude near the doctor, on full display. His new more foxy tail raised up. Goodness he was stunning. The doctor realised that the pheromones may be affecting him too, a little too much. He was hard.

The dire must have smelt this, as the doctor got close with the intravenous nono-applicator carrying the nanobots, he said, “You can fuck me if you want." On cue, his cunt dripped a little drop to the floor.

The doctor felt the blood leave his face, but not his dick, “It is unethical."

“I am offering to do it, you aren't taking advantage, and we don't need to tell anyone. Our little secret."

Challem almost unconsciously began dropping his pants. Before he even had considered how fucking wrong it was, his tip was already going inside the soft wet velvet snatch. Both moaned. It had been nearly ten years since the doctor had had sex, his wife was gone, and he had never wanted to risk that drama again, and then it just became something that was what it was.

For this reason it was no surprise that the minute his knot just touched the moist flower, he cæm. “Sorry, I am already, um, it has been a long time."

The dire smiled and faced the coyote who's dick was already slipping back in its sheath and smiled, “That's okay, you can try again."

“Again, my boy, I am nearly fifty, that is it. Damn, I am old enough to be your father."

The fox-like dire smiled and on his tippy-toes leaned in and whispered, “So then maybe I should call you 'daddy'."

The coyote recoiled aghast, “Mr. Nyxtrom, please control yourself." He was aware that his penis was sliding out again while he said this.

Landor climbed onto the bed, lay on his back, spread his legs, and raised his brow, “You can call me Lands, daddy."

What the actual fuck was wrong with this dire and what the actual fuck was wrong with him, 'daddy' was making him as horny as a teenager, suddenly his refractory period was less than a minute.

“What the hell." The poor yote said, it had been so long and he had been so alone.

He dropped his pants off completely and was about to take off his coat, shirt and tie, when the little guy said, “Leave it on."

The doctor obeyed and climbed onto the bed, the dire's legs sliding around his waist as his seven and a quarter inch cock slipped into that beautiful spade again.

This time Challem tried to go slowly and keep calm, he wanted to enjoy this moment, slowly going in and out, his balls tapping lightly against Lands, butt-hole and a slight slurping noise happening from the thrusts. Damn Challem loved this dire's cooch, suddenly he felt a tug at his neck. The little guy was pulling him down by his tie, Lands wanted a kiss. The doctor was uncertain of this intimacy, his belly now squishing around the dire's muscular body, as he was pulled closer. He was about to fight back, but those green eyes pulled him in, and then that warm, moist, maw opened and he found his did too. The kiss was soft, gentle, and hit with hurricane force to poor Challem. He hadn't felt this in more than twenty years, this raw sexual intimacy had long been missing from his life.

Pulling away, saliva connections breaking, and cool air touching his inner maw as he panted, the little dire gazed deeply into his eyes and said, “Tie me, daddy." The coyote instinctively thrust hard and knotted the little dire who moaned and tensed their legs in a clear orgasm that rivalled his own. Without thinking about it, he collapsed on the little guy, who didn't seem to mind at all as they both panted.

After a minute or two the yote turned over on the bed, gently guiding the little dire to lie on top of him and his belly, while still remaining tied. He held the little dire so protectively, not wanting to stir, or think of work, and appointments, and what his kids would say to this, or anything. They just lay their, steadily breathing and swapping warmth. After a few more minutes the doctor became aware of a subtle beeping noise. On the screen, highlighted in flashing pastel red, were two new lines on the foetal-readout.

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Foetus 023

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Direwolf 001

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Coyote 001

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Male (M)

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Coyote

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Foetus 024

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Direwolf 001

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Coyote 001

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Male (M)

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Coyote

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His mouth became dry, he couldn't remember whether he had injected Lands with the nonos prior to the rutting, he leaned over the bed and there, next to his pants was the still full intravenous nono-applicator.

Lands disturbed by the movement and aware of the doctor's mood shift pushed up on him and said, “What's the matter."

Challem didn't know how to answer, every time he tried he just made a small 'uhhhhhhh' noise before going quiet again.

“After he got his heart and mind under control, he said with a tone full of shame, “I appear to have gotten you more pregnant."

“More pregnant? What does that-" Lands saw the flashing lines on the holo-screen. “Oh fuck… more pregnant."

“Uhhhhhhh… yes, more pregnant." Challem confirmed.

Lands got off the doctor and sat on the edge of the bed, “I thought you had injected me with the contraceptive?"

“So did I, I am really, really, sorry. I just… got caught in the moment."

Landor went quiet, finally stating quietly in a matter-of-fact way, “Twenty-four. At six a time, that is four batches and each is probably nine months, so I am going to be pregnant for the next… three years."

The doctor did the maths, “Yes, that is correct."

“Well at least two more didn't affect how long I am pregnant for, I guess. Though I'll be over thirty-one when I am done." The little dire chuckled nervously.

“I'll be fifty-two." Said Challem, joining in the nervous chuckling. “My youngest son has two pups that will be five and three when he gets his two brothers. Oh, shit, how am I going to tell my kids about… well… my kids?"

Lands held him and said, “Gently and when you are ready. You have most likely got three years to tell them, right?"

“Yes, the order on the screen is the usually dated as oldest to youngest so mine will be last."

“Then you have time to think about how you are doing it and telling them.

“Now how about you do put those nanos in me and we get dressed."

The doctor was still processing everything, so it took him a moment, “Yes, the procedure, yes!"

They finally got to the procedure and sat and discussed vitamins and stuff civilly, the doctor agreeing to visit Lands at home for check-ups weekly at the least. They both knew it would also be for sex and both were happy with this, Lands liked the doctor and he felt a sense of calm with him. They may not be mating, or relationship, material, but they could definitely perpetuate a lifelong affair and friendship.

As Landor went to hug the yote he saw the yote was hard again, rubbing the coyote's member through his pants , pushing it between his paw and the yote's belly. Soon he was undoing the trousers again and bent down to suck the juicy red rocket. It was strange seeing normal sized balls on a male after being in the reserve so long, but it still felt nice to hold and tug them as he sucked and licked Challem's preing cock. He took his maw away from the cock, listening to the soft moans of the doctor and began suckling the balls, it was fun to fit some in his mouth for once. His snout bumped the yote's knot a bit too hard and the doctor shot ropes of seed over his maw and face.

“Sorry." Said Challem, however Lands merely licked the receding cock and suckled out all it's remaining cum. It didn't taste as 'creamy' as the guys in the reserve, and also a little more metallic and watery, however it also tasted super male and strong. He liked this kind of cum too… damn he was maybe a bit of a slutty dire after all. Once the cock was in its sheath and Landor had also licked that sufficiently, he stood up and grabbed a wipe from the table while the doctor buttoned up.

“Thank you, doctor, for your consultation. I am happy to have cum, and seen you." Landor was being lewd and cheeky, but Challem chuckled and pulled him in for a small kiss.

As they parted the yote said with a sparkle in his honey-coloured eyes, “It has been my pleasure."

Landor left the doctor's office with a smile… and two new pups inside him.

Back at the reserve amusingly the three campers had stopped by, more amusingly to see him and Shemesh and have another rendezvous as they couldn't get that night out of their minds. Landor told all the fathers-to-be that they were fathers-to-be. None seemed angry with his desire to keep their pups. Four, however were ecstatic. Dastion was thrilled and even more so by the fact that they were going to be dire. Limmy actually ran up and hugged Lands, then apologised in case he had squeezed the babies too tight. Fausa said that he didn't think this would happen for him, and was really glad.

And then there was Jesper, when he saw Lands and Lands' modified features, especially that long fluffy tail, he almost melted into a pool of goo. When he heard that he was going to be a father, he nearly fucking squealed, it was all very soon and that, but he was just over the moon about it, he, Jesper, was going to be a father. Landor then mentioned, not that subtly, that once the boys are born that they should work on getting them some brothers.

Landor finally made up his mind of what he wanted, he wanted the freedom to fuck whoever he wanted, however he pulled Teero, Fausa and Jesper aside and told them of his relationship status with them. He decided that he wanted to mate with both Jesper and Teero as they were always on his mind, and he had decided that Fausa was to be a regular affair but only if he included Jesper in it. Jesper seemed almost as taken aback as Fausa, but they agreed and after the first time rolling around with each other and Jesper submissively licking his new daddy's balls, neither questioned or regretted it again. Teero of course was mixed in this, as he didn't know Jesper, but in time they would become really good friends and then really good lovers.

Landor contacted and told Mr. Revells about his pregnancy but insisted that he wanted to still remain on staff and work. After Mr. Revells visited him personally, and after he had pulled his pants back up, he agreed to it, on the condition that at six months Lands would have to stop until the birthing was done, He also said that he would be building a crèche and hiring someone to work it. Limmy applied and got the job. Mr. Revells also told Landor that even though his son thought that he was the failure of the family, he was actually the favourite of the patriarch, and so Mr. Revells supported Dastion's relationship with Palum, saying, “It's about fucking time." And welcomed both Palum and Landor into the family, as extended Revells. No one in the family dared argue with the decision. Jesper's parents were a little less impressed, however they were happy to have grandchildren and eventually warmed up to Landor. Challem became a regular visitor and he and Fausa became very close friends.

Landor had all twenty-four healthy boys, and was happy to have his belly back to an un-inflated shape, at least for a year after which we was pregnant again with five boys, two of Dastion's and three of Jesper's, followed by a batch of four from Fausa, Teero, Limmy, and surprisingly Bristle, who liked being a father. Teero and Jesper were good parents, and Landor had finally found a family of lovers and friends.

Finally, Landor, had a real home.