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A slightly chilly moonlit night was perfect for a nude stroll. At least Rayne thought so as she wandered. Her hooves crushed autumn leaves littered on the grassy forest floor. In her mocha colored fluffy hands was a map. She looked at the paper once more and swiftly looked back to the forest. A smile crept along her bovine muzzle.

“Almost there.” She mused to herself as she continued walking. Each step she took was calm and casual, the crumpling of leaves made her soft ears twitch. The wool on her furry body bobbed along with her ample chest. Rayne hummed to herself. The quiet breeze of the night whistled along with her.

Rayne’s soft lips smacked together, fighting back a yawn. Amongst the sea of trees and pitch black sky her mind wandered a bit. A set of footsteps that weren’t her own interrupted the atmosphere. Rayne’s focus turned to a seemingly empty space amongst the darkness.

The world was swallowed up into the shadow of something huge lumbering in the distance. A glowing pair of eyes shimmering amidst the trees. Its breath was heavy, drool splattering onto the leaves. It grew closer and closer.

Rayne stood perfectly still. Yet her heart did not, thumping wildly like a drum. Her feet wanted to scramble, yet, there was something calling to her. Not a voice, not a feeling, an inexplicable allure towards the beast’s eyes.

Brown, thin, greasy fur became visible in the moon’s light. A sharp cackle carved into Rayne’s ear canal. Facing her was a gnoll, his body towered over the hybrid. Those sharp teeth flashed into a wide grin as his hand extended outward. She shuddered at the sight.

“What’s the matter, stranger? A gnoll caught yer tongue? Name’s Loquie, ya look pretty tired. Perhaps you’d fancy some…company? Heheheh.” Loquie cackled, his crass tone grumbled in every word. His thick, coarse tongue hung lopsidedly out of his jaws. His blue eyes sharply pierced Rayne’s gaze.

“O-oh, sorry, I thought that you were something scary. Um, my name is...Rayne.” She sheepishly outstretched her hand. The gnoll grabbed it and firmly shook her limp hand. “Oh my goodness, his hands are so big! They completely encompass mine. He’s so hot, mmn but should I say he’s hot? What if he thinks I’m weird? He’s inviting me to be in his company but why me? I’m…just me. A handsome guy like this could have anyone.” Rayne’s thoughts poured around her head. A swirling bundle of feelings joining in her unsteady breath. From frightened to swooning, her heart longing.

“Heh, I see that look of yers. I bet ya wanna say yes but yer a bit em…hm. Heheh, sheepish mm? I know some powerful words for folks like yerself.” That big bulky gnoll smugly grins, his big belly wobbled as he moved. Resting his head on the hybrid’s shoulder a murmur oozed from his lips. “I want your company, cutie.” Those words swam into her mind.

Rayne clutched herself, shuddering and nodded weakly. “A-ah! That’s really ho-KIND of you! If you’re really okay with that I wouldn’t mind!” The hybrid nearly moaned in spite of her coy words. Rayne’s nipples perked up, her eyes dashing across the gnoll’s moonlit figure. “I hope he doesn’t find me too boring. I mean, this stranger has been so kind to me. Mmm, nuzzling up to his big body. Maybe he’ll…heh I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself.” More flustered thoughts fluttered around in her head. Noticing a tent from his ragged loincloth she blushed brightly.

“Heh, that’s what I thought. Well, it wouldn’t be kind of me to leave a pretty woman waitin’ eh? C’mon, let’s get to my tent, already pitchin’ mine as ya have seen. Heh.” Loquie strides into darkness while Rayne follows behind.

The two stopped in the midst of a clearing, a crackling fire, a towering mesh tent. Loquie smiled as he dropped his loincloth, showing off his ass, nuts, and dick to the hybrid. “Now that ya can see all of me, I want you to eat up the sight of me. Savor every inch of me, beautiful, I know I certainly will!” The gnoll smacked his lips while swaying his hips.

Rayne’s eyes followed that fat gnoll ass, those balls swung like a pendulum. Woozy, gentle, warm thoughts filled her head. “What a beautiful set of orbs. Please, turn around, handsome. Do I need to blurt it out for you?” Almost as if her thoughts had reached his movements, Loquie turned around. His fat ebony cock glistened in the warm light of the fire, that red shadow like a guide for the hybrid’s unwavering gaze.

Loquie motioned inside the tent as the cow-sheep followed him. Laying down on linen cloth the two embraced each other. Dragging his tongue across Rayne’s nipples got a moan out of her. A crass, reckless slathering of his tongue danced across the ample breasts.

“Mmn, Loquie.” Her breath wobbled along with her body. Rayne grinds her cock into the gnoll’s fat dick as she whines. Loquie sat upright, and waggled his fat dick back and forth. The hybrid couldn’t keep her eyes off that fat and musky gnoll dick.

Every inch of it whispered a salacious promise. Rayne’s eyes swung dutifully along with the gnoll’s swaying penis. Her thoughts became softer, her sense of self melting along with the metronomic movement of the gnoll’s cock.

“Mmmn, yer under my trance now eh. I’ve got a very simple command. I can tell yer magical so first, tell me what you are, pretty thing. What can you do for a horny gnoll like myself hehe?” That cackle swam inside the hybrid's mind as her mouth opened. An answer she was already willing and prepared to give easing in the motion of her lips.

“S-sirrr, I’m a druid. I can change my form to whatever you see fit. Whatever you desireeee sir. I want you to take me sir. I can service your beautiful cock so well. Please fuck me sirrrr.” Her woozy words wetly wobbled. Her will lingered, her ache pulsed in every sentence. Getting on her knees, presenting her ass to the gnoll.

Loquie wasted no time mounting the druid, his cock prodding against her hole. “Mmnn, I’ve got one last command for you, sugar. When I cum deep inside you, transform into my fat gnoll dick. I bet it's hard thinkin’, let me ease ya into an easier life. No more worries, no more stress, just be my throbbin’ meat. Never change back, live the life ya always craved.” That ample, tender, slim back taunted the gnoll. He growled and slapped the cow-sheep’s rump, watching it jiggle back and forth.

“Nmmn, yesss sirrrr. I can see your shadow engulf my frame sir. I am already part of you. I shall merely make it more so, as we desire. I will sway between your legs beautifullyyy..” Rayne’s words poured out her mouth. Huffing, moaning as that thick cock prodded her backside.

“Atta girl, yer such a pretty thing, yer gonna look even prettier as my dick heheheh.” Loquie loomed over her body. His hips thrusts inside her warm asshole. A gentle clutch around his cock as it entered inside. As if her very body was welcoming every inch of the gnoll’s penis.

“Ohhh, sirrr..Fuck me! Please fuck me hard, I want to see stars. Give it to me!” Her whimpers turned to needy moans. Clutching tightly to the cloth, Rayne braced herself. Every girthy inch tickled her senses, pushed deeper into her sensitive walls.

The gnoll finally found his rhythm. His hips started to thrust deep into her warm entrance. Pushing, humping, pumping back and forth with reckless abandon. Loquie’s plump nuts thwacked violently against her ass. Slick, warm, wet sounds followed along with his movements.

Rayne was at an utter loss for words as that dick ravaged her insides. Noises from her lips jumbled together in a puddle, her cock leaking ropes of pre-cum. Her nuts dangled from every jackhammering thrust.

Loquie’s hands wrapped around the hybrid’s underside. Rubbing along her dick, his massive hands moved with every wild hump. Grunting, growling, each slap sounded more like a PLAP. Those wide hips were made for fucking, his cock burrying itself. Each movement brought out another frenzied moan from his entranced partner.

Closer and closer to orgasm, his spunk rushed through his dick. Loquie’s musk continued to be like a carrot on a stick for Rayne. Even the slightest whiff made her cock ooze once more. The gnoll’s hips moved wildly, nearly missing her hole. In and out that big fat cock rearranged the hybrid’s wanting insides.

“Oh god! Please cum in me sir! I want to be your dick! I-I need to be your dick so damn bad. Please give me your seed. Unleash your load, give it to me! Mnnnfuck!” The gnoll’s heat, his touch, his passion only fueled her weary words. Like gasoline to a flame, her voice hollered with the intensity of raging fire.

The heat, the intensity, Loquie’s hips fully planted inside Rayne’s hole. Hot cum gushed deep into that tight tunnel. Load after load of hot cum pumps wildly. The hybrid’s mind snapped like a light switch. That command drumming through her mind had erased all other desires.

Be his cock.

Become his dick

Merge with his member.

Be his girthy throbbing rod!

All those hazy thoughts took form as Rayne’s legs started to shift into an ebony hue. Folding inward, latching around his fat fluffy orbs. Her hips were melding together into that big fat dick. Loquie growled and drooled, watching the eager druid transform so effortlessly.

“Mmggr, you’re such a good cock. Forget yer name, become more of me dear. Let all those nasty thoughts melt awayyyy. Sway between my hips you beautiful shifter.” The gnoll’s steamy breath shakes heavily. His lips wobbled, hands stroking across his slowly forming dick.

Rayne’s ample, wide hips had turned into more girth along the gnoll’s shaft. Her legs completely changed into the gnoll’s fat balls. Her eyes closed, inhaling the masculine musk coming from the gnoll. Her mind melting even further, her body becoming less defined.

“Mmnnggr! That’s ittt, goood dick, yer such a gooood dick!” Loquie needily growls louder and louder. His hands moving faster, feeling his extra inches already forming. That heavy moan only encouraged the shifting penis.

Her eyes fluttered, arms sticking firmly to her body, head turning more phallic. Thoughts are becoming so goopy. A vacuous expression crawled along her face. Her vision was turning blurry, her world was sinking into oblivion. Consciousness, a sense of self, it was all so fleeting, melding, turning into the perfect dick for Loquie. It was all that mattered to her.

“GRrrrrr! Hold on just a lil’ longer, give innn. C’mon giveeee in sweetie. Finish yer transformation, let me blow a new load.” His frantic movements across his forming cock slid down the shrinking remnants of the druid. Pre-cum gushed from his cock tip.

Rayne’s body had vanished into that veiny gnoll dick. The druid was no longer as her limbs melded into the length. Her eyes and head had turned into more drooling gnoll meat. Aching with need, throbbing, no more thoughts. All of those thoughts that she used to think snapped into thin air.

Loquie huffed and moaned, his dick leaking, close to orgasm. A fresh batch pumps through his cock, ready to burst. “Nnhhhgg! All mineee now!” His hazy gnoll breath wavered. Hot cum gushed out of his new fat penis. Ropes after ropes of seed spill out of his newly made member. That heavy load clumped over into a pool of gnoll jizz. That hot cum kept erupting from his aching dick. Painting his underbelly, painting the clothes the former druid left behind.

Loquie eagerly massaged his dick licking his new length. His eyes glimmered in the moonlight, admiring his throbbing length. Leaving the camp, his new girth swayed between his thick hips.