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Chapter 14: Feeding

Tuco let out a dramatic sigh. “How are we supposed to learn ritual if we can't practice on our own?" he complained to the robe-clad brother.

Brother Sandworth frowned up at him, and the many vine-like tendrils that grew from his spine sprouted longer, thickening and spreading to cover the doorway behind him--the doorway into the Ritual Supply room. They stitched back and forth across the doorway like the lacing on a fine jerkin, as solid as little tree trunks. “You must be barmy," the monk said. “No apprentice is to attempt a summoning on his own. Look at you, at your--your body. You must have gained some idea of the danger involved." He scowled, but his eyes kept straying toward Tuco's broad chest.

Tuco inhaled deeply, letting his gaze stray from the entrance as though he'd lost interest. He leaned against the wall, letting one huge arm bulge with his weight and stretching out his chest. His tongue slid between his fangs and tasted lust on the air. Either the rumors about Brother Sandford's taste for muscle were true, or incubi had an effect on nearly everyone. “But isn't that what an apprentice is? Someone who is learning the craft on his own? How many apprentices ever become Brothers? Rigby's been here for decades and is still an apprentice."

Brother Sandford licked his lips. He was a tall man--though not compared to Tuco--with blond hair and a lean, lightly muscled build, and but for the dozens of vines that grew from his back, he was virtually Unchanged. “Rigby is a special case. But," he admitted, “it is true that no apprentice has been called to the Brotherhood since I have been here."

Tuco stepped closer, and the Brother shivered, but instead of stepping back, he leaned toward Tuco a little. “Well that doesn't sound fair, does it?" Tuco asked.

“It's not up to me, you know." Brother Sandford made what he probably thought was a friendly pat on Tuco's arm, but his fingers lingered a little too long.

Behind him, Etreon's miniature form crept up to the doorway to the supply room. Tuco tried not to let his gaze stray and betray his friend.

“Regulations and all that. Lord Krastor makes the final call on admission to the Brotherhood." Brother Sandford seemed to remember himself. He cleared his throat and turned toward the doorway. “Now I've got to--"

“Are Brothers allowed to lie with apprentices?" Tuco asked. Behind Sandford, Etreon froze in midstep. He had been gingerly climbing through a large gap in the vines that had laced across the doorway, being cautious not to touch any of them. None of them were sure if the monk could feel it when something touched his vines, but Tuco was almost positive he could.

“Wh-what?" Brother Sandford froze. Slowly, he turned back toward Tuco, red blooming in his wide ears. “It is not expressly forbidden, and of course a true monk is not supposed to satisfy such urges."

Tuco shrugged out of his robes, baring his chest, only his torn tunic and sash belt concealing his half-hard erections. “Only it's been a while for me." In incubus time, that was true. “And I do find you comely. I find myself wondering what you could do with those vines."

“I--I--I…" the monk stammered. Behind him, his tendrils shook. Tuco risked a peek and saw Etreon just slipping through the small gap. If he hadn't been so small and slender, he'd never have been able to enter. “Listen," Brother Sandford said. “I cannot deny that you are… quite striking. But you know, it would be wrong. We monks are in a position of power over you apprentices, and it would be an abuse of that power to--"

“Do you feel like you're in a position of power now?" Tuco asked, stepping forward and putting a heavy, clawed hand on Brother Sandford's shoulder. His voice had sounded deeper when he'd said it, more enticing. He was following instincts that he'd never had before, and he wasn't sure he should. But he knew he didn't want Etreon to get caught. He hoped it wouldn't take him long to find the black pearl in the storeroom.

Sandford let out a squeak, his eyes darting up to Tuco's face and back to his chest again. “You… could just take me if you wanted to."

“And what do you want?" Tuco asked.

The monk lowered his eyes. “What I want does not matter. It is what the Almighty wishes for us that matters, interpreted through the guidance of Brother Gabriel and Lord Krastor."

Tuco huffed in frustration. “If what you want doesn't matter, then why would you feel things at all? Do you think the Almighty doesn't care about your feelings?"

“Now you sound like the demons. They always try to persuade us that our desires are important, but the Scriptures are clear--"

With a sigh, Tuco stepped back. “To you, I suppose. They used to be clear to me, but now I… nothing seems to make sense. I only know for certain what I feel." His tail arced around his body and curled behind Brother Sandford's ankle, sliding up against his thigh. “And I feel like you would be enjoyable."

“Hey--hey!" the monk protested. He swatted at Tuco's tail, but not very convincingly, and Tuco's tail slid higher, brushing between the monk's thighs.

“I'm sorry," Tuco said. “I don't entirely control it. I mean, it does what I want, whether I, uh, want it to or not."

“Oh, I see," Brother Sandford said, and let out a nervous laugh. “One might call it an apprehensile tail."

“What?" Tuco frowned, not understanding.

“Never mind, but uh--aah!" Brother Sandford shoved at the tail again as its tip found something soft between his thighs. “Are you sure you're not controlling that?"

“I can move it when I try. When I'm not trying, it's a bit more… instinctual." He paused. “But you're not asking me to move it." He stepped forward again, a little closer this time, well aware of how the shelf of his chest loomed over the monk.

Brother Sandford colored, his face and ears a brilliant pink. “Were I but an apprentice like you," he murmured, but he nestled a little closer.

Tuco tasted the air and could tell that beneath his robes the monk was leaking with desire. “You could always renounce your vows," he suggested playfully. He glanced at the doorway, but could see no sign of Etreon yet. He couldn't afford to actually dally with this monk, appealing though the proposition was. Not if it meant risking the monk's soul.

Brother Sandford bit his lip. “Now I know you are trying to tempt me." He clenched his fists at his sides. “But I will… I will have faith and self-control." He stepped back toward the door, longing in his eyes.

Etreon was still in there. Desperately, Tuco cast around for some way to maintain the interaction. “You… you have such an interesting Change," he stammered, and then mentally rolled his eyes. What a natural segue, Tuco. “What was your temptation, if I can ask?"

The monk paused in his step. One long, thin vine growing from his back extended and stroked at the others gently, almost lovingly. “It was Vengeance," he said, an expression of shame darkening his face. “Another monk, Brother Orfeus, worked in our garden, and could always grow the most flavorful vegetables, the most fragrant herbs, the most beautiful roses. But he was unkind to me every day--sneering at my intelligence and my skills, calling me names. I grew resentful of him, and wished I had natural skills with gardening that would shame his own talents." White flowers bloomed all up and down the monk's vines. “A demon heard me, and my back became my garden."

“You mean you can grow anything from your back?"

“If the weather is clement, I will sometimes go out to the courtyard and lie in the sun. It's comforting. Fills me with vigor."

“So if I asked, you could just grow, say, a peach?"

By way of answer, a long branch extended from Brother Sandford's back. It stretched around toward Tuco, forming long, green leaves, and then a pale, pink blossom. The flower dropped away, and a nub of a green fruit sprouted from its twig. It swelled, covered with a fine, white hair, growing larger than any peach Tuco had ever seen, and then orange color burst across it as though it had been set aflame.

Tuco reached out and plucked the peach from Brother Sandford, lifted it to his fanged jaws, and took a large bite. The taste was exquisite, full of nectar and perfume and, somehow, the taste of a man's arousal. The juice ran from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at Brother Sandford. “You are delicious."

The red that had begun to drain from the monk's face surged back brighter than ever. “I… I… thank you."

“I would like to taste more," Tuco said, and wondered what had come over him. He never used to speak this way to anyone. Was it part of being an incubus, or did he have a devil's thoughts now? Or did he just feel more confident around others? The question was troubling.

“That's… flattering, but you are too much of a temptation for me. If things were different…" Brother Sandford gazed up at him again and smoothed his hand over Tuco's chest once more. “You are terribly handsome, but I sense something infernal in all of this. I dare not continue. Please go."

Tuco knitted his brows, about to apologize, but then beyond Brother Sandford he saw the tiny arm of Etreon groping through the gaps in the vines crossing the doorway. Barely thinking, he reached out and seized the front of the monk's robes. “A kiss, at least?"

The monk flushed so bright Tuco could feel the heat. “All--all right."

And Tuco gripped Brother Sandford's waist with both hands, lifting him easily and pressing his mouth to him. The monk gasped at his touch, and Tuco's long tongue slipped between his parted lips, filling the other's mouth. His tail twined around the monk's thigh again, flicking at the softness it found there and stroking higher. He realized in the moment of his kiss that his seduction had not been an act; he did indeed find the monk appealing; in his hands, Sandford's waist was lean and tight, his breath short and excited. The monk clutched at Tuco's face with both hands, kissing back hungrily, suckling at Tuco's tongue, his sandaled feet bracing against Tuco's thighs.

Brother Sandford moaned, and as he did, Tuco's tail reached higher, finding his thin, eager erection and coiling around it. His tongue surged into Sandford's throat. He closed his eyes, kissing deeply. He had never had such pleasure in a kiss; it felt wonderful to be able to give the monk such bliss with so simple an act, and he pressed Sandford to his body, holding him against his chest with both arms. He yearned to spear the monk on one of his cocks, to fill him from both ends, tongue and erection at once, but he would not. He would hold back. He would exercise restraint.

The Brother convulsed, bucking against him, and he withdrew his tongue, fearing he'd accidentally choked him, but the monk only gasped and moaned, twitching in his grip, biting hungrily at his lip as he kissed. He kept wriggling in Tuco's hands, and Tuco had to shift to maintain his grip. And still the feeling of bliss, of absolute satisfaction, of… satiation. Eyes still closed, he explored a little higher with his tail and felt something hot and wet splat against his spade.

He opened his eyes. Behind Sandford, the vines interlacing the doorway burst into bloom, flowers of white and yellow and pink and blue blossoming all across them. The air grew heavy with the sudden taste of nectar, hazy with the dust of pollen. In alarm, Tuco broke the kiss and saw that light, pure white, like the reflection of the sun off of a stream, was pouring from Brother Sandford's mouth. Tuco had been feeding off of him through the kiss without even realizing. He tried to remember how to pull himself away and could not; his instincts told him to lift the shrinking monk to his jaws and just swallow him completely, devour his dwindling body whole.

Instead, he dropped Brother Sandford to the floor; the monk cried out in a mixture of bliss and surprise, and then Tuco groped for the connection between them and reluctantly, agonizingly, tore it apart.

He staggered back, wiping his mouth, still unfed.

Brother Sandford lay sprawling on the stones, his eyes still rolling in ecstasy, a darkened wet spot on his robes. He couldn't have been more than four feet tall, barely more than half Tuco's height now. After a moment, he gasped and opened his eyes, looking down at himself and then up at Tuco in bewilderment. “What--what happened?"

“It… must have been a devil or demon," Tuco answered weakly. “Changing you. I'm sorry." Behind the shrunken monk, he saw Etreon dashing down the hallway and around the corner, carrying a cloth sack in both arms.

The Brother trembled as he got to his feet. “I… wish you to do it again already." He scowled. “Brother Gabriel was right about you. You stay far away from me, Tuco Witchywine. The Devil is in you, and no mistake."

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Tuco and Pike stared skeptically at the small, iron door. It was squat, less than four feet high, set into the stone wall of the inglenook at the back of the old kitchen. The kitchen itself was dusty and in disrepair, not having been used for food preparation in decades. “That is clearly the door to a furnace," Pike said. “Look, that's ash smeared all around the door."

“It was the door to a furnace," Hob piped up. He fluttered down and settled on Tuco's right shoulder. “Now it leads to the library."

“I'll bite. How?" Pike asked.

“Enchantment," Hob answered, just as both Tuco and Pike groaned and chorused the word with him. “The library can be moved to any door in the Abbey by any who knows the words to command it. Just now it is this little door here. Hob found it by scurrying through the walls!"

“Uh huh." Pike gave Tuco a hooded stare. “And just why, pray, are we trusting an actual demon? You know he's going to betray us or lead us into temptation."

Hob gasped and clutched at his chest. “Hob is devoted to the wise and powerful Lord Witchywine! He would never betray him!"

Tuco shrugged, embarrassed, eliciting a little “Whoa!" from Hob, who clung tightly to his shoulder to avoid being thrown off. “He's been faithful to me so far."

“That you know of. You come back from a meeting with him and suddenly you're a giant soul-eating creature, that's not suspicious at all."

“Hob wasn't responsible for any of that! Well," Tuco amended, “he did grow me taller, but that was only to save me from freezing to death in the wilderness."

Pike folded his arms. “I can't believe you're asking me to trust an actual demon."

“Well, listen. Does he sound dangerous to you?"

“No," the rabbit-man grumbled. “No, he doesn't."

“Hob, swear to Pike that you won't hurt him or lie to him."

Hob groaned and thrashed on Tuco's shoulder, beating at it with tiny fists. “Maaaaaster, it is such a cruel order!"

“See?" Pike thrust out both paws.

“Hob! Swear it!"

Groaning, Hob sat up on Tuco's shoulder. He stuck out a little black, forked tongue at Pike, then said, groaning. “Hob swears to Lord Tuco Witchywine and to the Morning Star, Emperor Lucifer, that he will not hurt Pike or attempt to deceive him. Unless Lord Witchywine orders it."

“Good enough?" Tuco asked.

Pike sighed. “Good enough. I suppose. But being around you is dangerous, 'Lord Witchywine,' whatever my ears tell me. One minute I'm saying my prayers and humping my pillow at night like a good boy, the next I'm consorting with devils and demons, finding souls to sacrifice to an incubus, and burgling the Abbey."

“Look at it this way," Tuco said. “If your ears tell you everything in the Abbey is dangerous except for me, then maybe it's the Abbey that's wrong. Maybe everything here is wicked and dangerous in a way we were never taught about."

“Or maybe," Pike countered, “these ears that can hear danger were given to me by demons in the first place, and what they tell me is safe or dangerous is all a trick meant to lead me to damnation."

Tuco raised his brows, surprised. “Do you believe that?"

The rabbit-man sighed again. “No, if I'm being honest. I can't tell how I know, but what my ears tell me is the truth. I know it as truly as I know my own thoughts." He stepped closer to Tuco and slid his fingers down one arm. “As I know what I feel for you."

“And it is the library," Hob declared. “You will see the awesome veracity of Hob's words just as soon as you enter."

Tuco stared at the squat, iron door. “There's no way I'm fitting through that little thing," he said.

Etreon made a little giggle and stepped out from behind Tuco, giving Tuco's tail an affectionate stroke as he did so. “It seems a great big door to me," he said, walking up to it and tilting back his head. Tuco's tail spade gave him a swat on his backside, sending him stumbling a little bit. His skin, already bright red today, darkened to purple across his face, and his grin was as white as happy snow.

“That's only because you went playing with dicks you shouldn't have," Pike observed. “But yes, Etreon and I will have to search the library for the rite. And some sign of what happened to Lord Krastor, if we can. But it could take a while, Tuco, and I know what your… needs are at the moment, so I found someone willing to, uh, give a little."

Pike led Tuco back down toward the corridor and along to the courtyard. “It's a nice day out, but I doubt anyone will bother you," he said. “So, you might want to prepare yourself, but the one I found is--"

“Braxus," Tuco said, nodding.

Pike stared at him in surprise.

“Well, he's really big, more than he wants to be. And I know he likes me. But also--" Tuco's forked tongue darted out into the open air. “The smell of wolf is pretty noticeable, Pike."

The rabbit-man stared at him. “Well, not to me!"

Tuco pulled open the rusted iron door with one hand, ignoring the groan of protesting metal, and ducked his head as he stepped out into the courtyard. Braxus sat there in the sunlight, but he turned, his tail wagging as he saw Tuco.

“All right, I'll leave you two to it," Pike said. “I'll come get you as soon as we've found something. Hopefully won't be more than a few hours."

“Good luck! And Pike?" Tuco waited for the rabbit's ears to perk. “Thank you." He stepped out into the courtyard. The pile of boulders that had given him the strength of a titan had been returned to the center, and even the broken stones looked whole again. He supposed it must be another enchantment, resetting the punishment for the next unlucky apprentice.

“Hello, Tuco," Braxus said, getting to his feet, his tail still wagging energetically. As tall as Tuco was, Braxus dwarfed him. He stood twice Tuco's height, his ears brushing the roof that overhung half the courtyard.

“So, you don't mind being a little smaller?" Tuco asked.

The giant wolf flattened his ears. “I was told it was impossible. That a demon's changes couldn't be undone."

“They can't… exactly. But I have a special way. A… power."

Braxus gave a curious tilt of his head. “How did you get such a power?"

Tuco shrugged. “A devil gave it to me, I suppose. Probably hoping I'd ruin myself with it somehow." Now there was a thought that gave him pause. Why had Asmodeus done this to him? What was the devil's endgame? Surely he must want Tuco to take an entire soul, but to what end? Another reason to be grateful that he hadn't slipped up so far. Even for, as Hob had suggested, a wicked king.

“It doesn't hurt?" Braxus asked with faint a whine.

“No." Tuco laughed. “In fact, most people want me to do it again. Er, it's done through sex. Pike did explain that to you, didn't he?"

The wolf nodded, his tail wagging faster. “They say you have two."

“Yes," Tuco answered cautiously.

“That's… something special. Maybe you can put them both in me? Only no one here is large enough to really… make it feel good. Except Kroga, probably, but he never wants to. Says he 'doesn't fuck doggy mans.'"

Tuco shrugged his robes off of his shoulders. Even the suggestion of sex had taken his erections to raging solidity, and the scent of his precome puffed from his tunic as he did so. “I promise you I can make it feel good," he said, and Braxus bounded in a little circle and whined with excitement.

It was strange watching the taurish creature move; his lower body loped and twisted with the instincts of a quadrupedal wolf, and only the thick, powerful core of his shaggy, manlike upper body kept his torso from being tossed about. Instead the two halves of him moved in concert--one singular, dextrous, powerful being, bestial in movement but sentient in intent. Tuco wondered what it must feel like to move on all fours like that, to have six limbs capable of interacting with his world--and then quickly let the thoughts go, lest a passing demon overhear and decide to satisfy his curiosity.

“How much height would you want to lose?" he asked. He hoped for more than a foot or two--the more that he could take, the greater the pleasure… and the longer his urges would be controllable.

Braxus scratched at his chest. “Well, it's frustrating not fitting places, having everyone complain that I'm in the way, or I accidentally knocked them down, or my tail knocked things over. And it seems like I have to spend half the day eating just to keep from starving. But I do like being bigger than nearly everyone else. I think that was part of my temptation. Power." The wolf lifted both arms and flexed them hard, his biceps mounding up into enormous, solid globes, their lines and the thick veins that corded across them easily visible even beneath the fur.

Tuco gazed with an appreciation for muscle he hadn't had a fortnight or so ago, and wondered how often Etreon had lusted after Braxus. The wolf was not as well-developed as he, but at his giant size, those arms looked as big around as Tuco's chest. “Impressive," he said with a grin.

Braxus made a little prance of excitement. “So… I think I'm about fifteen feet tall now. But if I were ten, I'd still be plenty big, but able to move around and participate with the group more. Maybe even be able to have proper sex again. My, er…" he curled a forepaw beneath him and hefted at a sheath that looked like it could have concealed an entire person. About a foot of red, pointed cock as big around as Tuco's arm was already jutting out of it. “It's far too large for anyone right now."

“Well, at least you're not Charley," Tuco said.

Braxus laughed. “Yeah, at least I'm not Charley. Poor fellow."

Tuco opened his tunic and dropped it to one side. His eager erections jutted up, silvery precome spilling from their tips and running down toward his balls.

As soon as they were exposed, Braxus lowered his head, transfixed, his nose working like a bellows. That foot of cock poking out beneath him turned into two, and then three, and continued to swell. The giant creature sidled forward, massive paws taking shy little steps toward Tuco. “You do have two! What does it feel like?"

“Astonishing," Tuco admitted. “Wonderful."

“Can I lick them?"

“If you like."

Tuco had barely got the words out before Braxus lowered his head, bracing both hands on the ground to lean forward and lick, getting both of Tuco's shafts at one time with his wide, pink tongue. He gave another high-pitched whine. “You even taste good. It's unfair."

Tuco shivered; this close, Braxus was clearly large enough to snap him up in his jaws and swallow him whole. Tuco had tilted his head back at the lick, his forked tongue lolling, and the scent of wolf was powerful and wild in the air, but saturating it was the taste of Braxus's desire for him. Lust had been close to driving the poor creature mad; his lupine body had been flooded with the instinct to rut, but he could fit inside none, and none was large enough to pleasure him from behind. Rumor was that Braxus spent many long hours with his muzzle buried between his hind legs, but Tuco knew from his own experiments with autofellatio that while it could be enjoyable, it was no substitute for intimacy with another. It was a wonder a lust demon hadn't already seized on Braxus and transformed him further.

“How would you like me?" Tuco asked, looking up at the great beast skeptically. “I doubt I can reach… up beneath your tail, unless you lie down, which probably wouldn't be very comfortable with that tree trunk beneath you.

By way of answer, Braxus rolled onto his back, his tail sweeping the stones of the courtyard. He curled his upper body up with surprising flexibility so that he was nearly doubled over on himself. He licked at his tip, his ears perked toward Tuco. More and more of that red pillar was sliding out of his sheath--how much of the wolf was there, Tuco wondered? He crouched behind Braxus and found himself face to face with the wolftaur's enormous, furry sac, globes larger than Tuco's head filling his vision. Huge paws with massive black pads and scythelike claws splayed to either side of them, big enough to crush him. He was starting to feel really out of his depth here, but of course, this was why Braxus wanted to be smaller in the first place.

He gripped his shafts in both hands, holding the tips over the wolf's rump, letting his precome spill over it for lubricant, and then rested one tip against it, not wishing to shock Braxus with two at once.

“It's okay," Braxus said, and his enormous tail thumped between Tuco's knees. “Just push in, I'm so ready."

Tuco let his weight pull him forward and sunk one cock into Braxus, the other getting pushed up against his abdominals as he did. The wolf's sac was full in his face now, thickly furred and smelling of male virility and wild arousal. He pushed about half the length of his cock into Braxus, and the wolf breathed in deeply, closing his eyes, that enormous red spire of a cock bobbing above Tuco. “More," he urged, and so Tuco inched forward, pushing all the way, until he was buried as deep as he could go into Braxus.

“Nice," Braxus rumbled, and closed his eyes, pawing at his shaft with both hands and tugging at it a little. “Are they both in?"

“Er, no," Tuco said, a little dismayed, and drew back enough to press his other tip to the entrance. Again he sAnk forward, the two rods pressed against each other as he buried them under Braxus's tail and pushed forward until he hilted again. It was tighter now, and it felt better not to have one of his shafts bent awkwardly upward.

“Oh, that's better," Braxus said with a little wag of his tail. “I can really feel that."

Not exactly a ringing endorsement. “Maybe," suggested Tuco, “You should imagine what you'd really like to feel under your tail. Just think about it for a moment. Really imagine what would feel best for you."

“Is this part of it? The shrinking?" Braxus asked, moving his hips a little to feel Tuco within him.

“Just trust me. Close your eyes and imagine."

Braxus did, his ears folding back. And then Tuco's arousal returned intensely, flooding his loins. His hips bucked once of their own accord, and then his cocks flexed hard enough that he felt them sink an inch or two deeper into Braxus… and did not relax. Instead, they flexed again, even harder, pushing further. Braxus's eyes opened in surprise. “Oh!"

Again the flex, and Tuco could swear he'd gained another four inches in length inside Braxus. He rocked back, sliding out of the wolf a good six inches, and saw two shafts much thicker than before, side by side, corded with veins, pulling out inch after inch. He drew back even further, until both showed a full foot outside of Braxus, and still felt like half their lengths were still buried inside the wolf. As he watched, they both flexed again, harder than before, and he watched them thicken before his eyes, each as big around as his forearm, inch after inch sliding into Braxus. The grip of the wolf's rings around Tuco's shaft was starting to feel a little tight now.

“There, you see?" Tuco said with a grin, and he pushed forward, sinking both of his spears into Braxus at once and eliciting a broken cry of pleasure and surprise from him. He wrapped his arms around Braxus's furry orbs and hugged them to his chest as he did, and Braxus yipped, his pointed shaft jerking in his grip and splashing his face with clear precome.

“Oh it's so--" Braxus began, and then Tuco's shafts flexed again and again, swelling further. He could feel them jostling each other inside Braxus, tunneling their way deeper into the wolf's gut. “Oh God!"

The grip around his shafts was quite tight now, and he looked down as he drew out again, further and further, two thick cocks as big as his upper arm sliding out as far as he could reach. He couldn't draw them close to all the way free; to do so he would have had to crawl backward, and already he could tell they would reach his chin. They were flushed with blood, brilliantly pink, almost red, and with a hungry, feral growl, he drove them forward again. They grew again as he thrust, and Braxus made a sound that was half yelp, half moan. Tuco felt that he must have speared halfway up that giant wolf torso, and he could feel himself growing again. There was an odd shifting feeling in his hips, almost as if bones were moving or stretching, and then he found himself resettling his knees further apart to make room for the massive shafts sprouting from his loins. Braxus's inner and outer rings felt stretched tight around him now, and the wolf was panting and whining. Though the expression on his face was one of bliss, his fangs were clenched now.

“Braxus," Tuco asked, unable to stop himself from rocking back and forth into his friend as he did, “what exactly did you imagine?"

The wolf whined. “I wanted… to know what… it felt like… to be fucked with a cock… like mine. It's so good. So good, but…"

“But I have two of them!" Tuco protested, and froze in his movements as he felt himself grow again inside Braxus. There was no room left, and a good foot each of two bright red shafts pushed him backward. “It's too much for you!"

“I know." The wolf tugged at his own huge erection with both hands, licking at it and taking its tip between his jaws even as he whimpered.

“So imagine them smaller! Or one, imagine one!"

Braxus released his shaft from his jaws, precome drooling between his fangs onto his lower chest. “But I don't want… I just wish I was…"

“Wait, don't wish--" Tuco began, but it was too late.

“...a fitting partner for you." Braxus finished.

Tuco froze, though his shafts were still straining inside Braxus. And then he was sure he heard a demonic cackle from somewhere among the stones. Braxus let out a sigh of ecstasy.

And then Tuco felt the pressure at the tips of his shafts ease. He sunk back into Braxus steadily, and this time instead of whimpering and whining, Braxus began to moan with pleasure. His insides felt slick and warm, almost hot, but also firm, gripping Tuco's shafts all the way around. The tension and fear drained out of the air. Tuco felt vague concern about the demon and whatever it had done, but that worry was flooded away by the wash of overwhelming arousal he felt. He had never had a fuck like this. Braxus's gut gripped around each of his shafts, enveloping them, seeming to squeeze and tug as he rocked into the wolftaur. Further and further down his shafts he felt the embracing grip of Braxus' rump. His shafts no longer pressed uncomfortably against each other or jostled; each seemed to be squeezed by its own hot, tight passage. Even the grip of Braxus's rings no longer pressed his cocks together; each was squeezed, tugged, milked by its own tight, sucking circle, as though…

Tuco rocked back and looked down. His bright red shafts, each as impossibly big around as Braxus's own, jutting out from hips that had grown wider to accommodate them, each pushed into their own separate entrance beneath Braxus's tail. Braxus had become a more fitting partner indeed, with a hungry, tugging hole for each of Tuco's cocks.

Unable to control his lust now that he no longer had to worry about hurting Braxus, he let out a growl and thrust hard, making the wolf yelp not with pain but with ecstasy, paws cycling in the air, cock bouncing and hitting him in his own face. Tuco reached up and gripped Braxus's ankles, using his strength to curl the wolf's hindquarters upward so that he could get to his feet and fuck into them.

Braxus howled in pleasure, his tail thwapping between Tuco's widened thighs, his cock bouncing against his belly as Tuco gave him the rut he'd been craving. He gripped at the stones of the courtyard with hands and forepaws, trying to stop his slide as with each thrust, Tuco scooted him a little further across the courtyard until he was pressed up against the far wall, moaning with pleasure, his cock streaming pre across his belly. And then his moaning and growling grew more intense, his rings gripped hard around Tuco's cocks, and then his red shaft jumped, white come leaping into the air and landing on his upper chest and belly, soaking his fur. He closed his eyes and half-moaned, half-howled, coming again and again. As he came, his shaft visibly grew even larger and thicker, swelling out, forming a wide bulge near the base, making him look even more enormous and lifting his cock into a more intense erection.

And Tuco felt his pleasure, felt the way his own soul blended with Braxus's, urged him toward ecstasy, fed him the uncontrollable bliss he'd been craving, made his essence pour out of him like wine. Light gushed from Braxus's mouth, his eyes, his nose, shimmering like the reflection of the full moon on a midnight lake. It grew brighter and stretched toward Tuco, and he tilted his head back and roared, baring his fangs as he opened his jaws to receive it. It poured into him, wiping all thoughts from his mind but the pleasure, and he felt his hips jerking against Braxus as he came, hard, his cocks flexing so fiercely inside the wolf's twin passages he was surprised they didn't lift Braxus off the ground. As he came, he felt his shafts swell as Braxus's had, widening dramatically inside the wolf. They felt as hard as hot iron.

He pulled the light into him, hungrily, eagerly, and felt that overlap of his soul tugging at the wolf, enveloping Braxus just as the wolf's rump enveloped him. Braxus shrank, slowly at first, inching down the wall. Tuco's shafts seemed to sink even deeper into Braxus as he dwindled in size, all his proportions the same, but taking up less and less of the stones each minute, and moaning and writhing in pleasure as he did. One foot, two feet he shrank, and still Tuco took more, delighted not to have to restrain himself, to be able to pull his friend's soul deep into him where it would nourish him and he would nurture it, keeping it safe and protected as part of him.

Braxus's cock continued to jump as he shrank, his fat orbs drawn up tight between his legs, Tuco's chest bumping against them with every short little thrust. There was nothing left in them, and every strain of his cock was dry, but his orgasm could not end until Tuco stopped feeding on him, so he arched his backs and thrust his pointed shaft into the air and cried out over and over, his voice, though still very deep, now less bass and rumbly than it had been, and seeming to raise a little with every cry. He had reduced in size enough now that Tuco was able to grapple his hindquarters in both arms, hefting them up as he rutted into them.

Tuco's movements now were restricted; each of his cocks felt trapped inside Braxus, too wide to get through the rings. They pressed against each other through the walls of Braxus's twin passages, wide, swollen bases that must have expanded just as the odd bulge had at the base of Braxus's own shaft. Still, he didn't need much room; his cocks felt as though they were tunneling deeper into Braxus with every moment, and with every flex, he could feel them stream hot floods of come into Braxus, impossible amounts, every flood of his seed searing pure pleasure through his mind, urging him to rut, to feed, to take what was his.

There would be no signal to stop, he realized suddenly, and with every moment he let this continue, he risked addiction, risked rutting the shrinking wolf away into nothing, and an edge of panic cut through the overwhelming pleasure. Barely finding the strength of will, he found the mesh of his soul and Braxus's and… and then he just had to taste a little more, feel his friend join with him a little further, feel that intense flood of pleasure flowing in through his mouth and out through his cocks, as though he were nothing more than a conduit for ecstasy. Just a little more... but that would be too much. He pulled himself away, shoved his head above the rush of pleasure and took a breath of air in the cool stone world around them. The light of Braxus's soul receded, ebbing back into his eyes and mouth.

Their climaxes faded quickly now, and then they both lay panting on the stones, Braxus on his back, Tuco sprawled halfway across his hindquarters and giving his bulging shaft slow, fond licks with his long tongue.

It was a while before Braxus found the focus to speak. “That was… that was…" he panted. “I've never… you told me it would be good, but…" He groaned, and his rings clenched around Tuco's shafts. His eyes went wide, his ears folding back. “Why do I feel… two…?"

“A demon changed you, I think. When you wished to fit me. Not something I did."

“You mean back there I have two separate…?"

Tuco nodded. “I've got one in each."

“That's why it feels twice as good back there." Braxus let out a long sigh, looking dizzied. “You can do that any time you want."

“I… might want to very frequently," Tuco admitted. “But of course I don't want to risk shrinking you anymore."

Dismay settled across Braxus's face. “There is that. How big would you say I am now?"

“I'd have to see you standing up, but I don't think you're quite down to ten feet. It was less than I thought. But, you know, there was so much of you."

The wolftaur rubbed at his lower belly with a forepaw. “I feel so full down here now. How can there be that… that much? Was it all inside you before?"

Tuco shrugged.

“And how do you fit in me? I'd swear I could almost see you bulging out of my belly."

“The demon heard you wish to fit me better. I don't know what it did, but then, I don't really know how all your… insides would fit together on a body like yours. You must be arranged very differently." Tuco tugged at his hips again and frowned. He still couldn't withdraw. “Braxus, you made me like you… down there… with your desires. I feel a little stuck back here."

“Oh yes." Braxus gave him a wide, wolfish grin. “I should have mentioned that. It's like that after I finish. All thick and swollen, with a big bulge, for quite some time."

Tuco pulled again, and Braxus half yipped, half groaned; he really was gripped, the rings of Braxus's rump like seals behind the odd bulges in his shafts. “Well, how long until it goes away?"

The wolf shrugged broad, shaggy shoulders, still grinning. “Can take some time, you know. Less than an hour though."

“An hour?"

“No more than half, really."

“Braxus…" Tuco stared up at him and tugged again at his hips, breaking the wolf's sly grin with a little whine. Feeding on Braxus's soul had certainly lessened his arousal, but his lupine anatomy was no less hard. And to spend half an hour with both his cocks buried deep in warm, tight passages changed by infernal forces to fit him perfectly, to squeeze and and tease him…

He took a deep, shivering breath, arousal already taking root again. “I don't think we're done."