The Party
A pair of grad students have a very wild night at a witch's Halloween party.
Somewhere on the East Coast of the United States, Halloween
They had driven in the darkness for the better part of half an hour before Zack broke the silence.
"I still think she's a witch or something."
"Oh for fucks sake! Can you stop with that nonsense!" Sam- his best friend- responded. He was still fiddling with his costume's vampire teeth, trying to get them into place. With his pale skin and dark black hair, he almost looked vampiric despite how shoddy his costume was.
Every Halloween Angelina du Claire- far and away the most popular girl on campus- threw a party that was beyond legendary. Most of the campus A-listers would give one of their redundant organs for an invitation. The speculation about what went on at the party was endless; there was no way to get an invite unless Angelina specifically wanted you. Zackary Brenner and his best friend Sam Huntington were graduate students in physics, and about as far from the popular social scene as was humanely possible. Strangely, no one they talked to- even people who had been to the party previous years- was able (or willing?) to talk about what went on there. Zack had been a little apprehensive about the whole deal since they had been invited because of the other rumors they had heard; that there was something off about Ms. du Claire.
"Do you remember when we saw her last week? She had a goddamn *raven* perched on her shoulder!"
"So? They can be very friendly birds..." Sam countered.
"She was talking to it! And do you remember that time that guy cut her off in traffic..?"
"First of all, I've seen you talk to your cat before. Second of all, cars die all the time."
"Not from lightning strikes on cloudless days!"
"Look, I don't know why she invited us or why she is so... unique... but frankly I don't care! This is the best party we've ever been invited to, so please don't screw this up for me! Do you know how many hot women are going to be there? And, uh, guys?" He hastily added, for Zack's benefit.
"True." Zack said, turning on his high beams as the fog on the road grew thicker. He had been single for five months now and too wrapped up in his research to do much looking. "I mean, I'm driving there, aren't I? I'm just trying to be prepared in case anything weird happens..."
Sam was, as always, sanguine. "Just be cool and see how it goes. How weird could it possibly be?"
Much to Zack's surprise, it turned out to be a pretty damn good party, almost completely normal. The only thing that seemed out of the ordinary was the diversity of the crowd. One minute he and Sam were playing beer pong with a pair of co-ed's from the university newspaper (one costumed as Superman, the other as Clark Kent), the next it was Jägerbombs with half the football team's offensive line (dressed up as the basketball team). They swapped TA horror storied with some grad students in chemistry and talked about building custom computers with the engineers. The only part that was weird was the fact that Angelina's house was the biggest, creepiest looking derelict mansion he had ever been in; if it wasn't for all the corny plastic Halloween decorations and garish lighting, it would actually have been scary. Loud conversations and the familiar pinging and screeching of 'Guitar Hero' barely carried at all from room to room through the thick walls and doors.
Gradually, the wealth of alcohol flowing through the party began to change. Everyone they ran into was carrying a red plastic cup filled with a strange looking blue punch.
"Hey! What's that?" Sam shouted the question to a group dressed like the A-Team.
"Try some, it's amazing!"
"Highlight of the fuckin' party!"
"You better get some before its gone..."
"Second door on the left, kitchen."
Taking the directions, they managed to find the well-praised refreshment, tucked in between a heaping platter of nachos and a stack of pizza boxes. There was something a little... weird about the punch. It looked like a mix between melted blue Jell-o and liquid nitrogen, bubbling and boiling despite being cool to the touch and as thick as jelly. Also disconcerting was the fact it was housed in a huge, black wrought-iron cauldron.
"Huh..." Zack muttered to himself, touching the sides of the strange, cold container. "Maybe we shouldn't..."
Sam filled up a cup and took a long drink before Zack could stop him. "Wow, those people weren't joking; that does taste pretty good. I wonder what's in it?"
"Uh... ice, Sprite, fruit, juice, and like a gallon of Everclear." An unknown woman's voice said, as she handed a cup of the frothing brew to Zack. "It's my own secret recipe!"
"Secret recipe? Is it really that secret if you just told us?" Zack said to the unknown person. When he turned around, he was surprised to see Angelina herself. She was dressed in a doctor's outfit, complete with stethoscope and coat. A pair of fake glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, and didn't do much to blunt the intensity of her dark eyes.
"Hmm... well, you'd be assuming I told you everything." She said, with a devious, half-drunk smile before she slowly drank what was left in her cup. "There are a few other ingredients, but nothing too special. The real magic is in the party itself."
"Uh... what?" Zack asked, wondering what the hell she was on about.
"What is the purpose of getting drunk, going to a party and cutting loose?" Angelina said, tossing her emptied cup to the side. "It's simple, very simple. We all need a little break from reality every once in a while, a little time to set aside all those smothering, constricting rules and laws of society. Take off the fucking pretentions we maintain, the false fronts, the bullshit! Be ourselves!" She gave Zack a friendly but stinging punch on the shoulder. "Experiment! Meet new people! Find out new things about old friends! It's all about freedom of the mind!"
"Wooo!" Sam interjected from the other side of the room as he started filling up a plate with food.
"I think I get what you mean", Zack said, "and I agree with you. I'm just not sure if I want to drink anything that reminds me of Cerenkov radiation."
"Hah, come on man!" Sam said between bites of pizza. "It's good! And almost certainly not emitting deadly beta particles. Right?"
"Oh, please. The punch is perfectly fine!" Angelina turned away, and filled up a fresh cup of punch. "I'm not trying to kill anyone, I'm trying to have a party here! Certainly not a mundane party, but a perfectly harmless party nonetheless. You see, sometimes we need more than just simple freedom of mind. We need freedom of body."
Zack wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so he settled for uncomfortable silence.
"Can... can I have some of your weed?" Sam asked nervously.
She gave him the frown of a disappointed teacher. She poured another cup of the thick brew and put it in Zack's unwilling hands. "I'm being absolutely serious, you know. Try some, and you'll see what I mean. Regardless, thank you for coming to my party; I hope that it meets your standards."
"Yeah, uh, thanks for inviting us. I didn't mean to insult your punch, it's just that there are all of those rumors about..." Zack start to apologize.
Angelina interrupted him with a laugh. "Me being a witch? Hah! I tell you, some people can be very bitter when they find out they aren't invited to certain social occasions. Now, if you boys will excuse me, I'm going to go freshen up. I'll see you later..."
She walked away, her coat sweeping around in a graceful flourish.
"Her breasts are divine. I must snuggle with them." Sam said, draining the remainder of his punch before turning toward Zack. "God! Do you think she's out of my league?"
"Ordinarily, I'd say the probability was non-zero and leave it at that. Tonight? I think you might have a shot." Zack said, after a seconds thought. There was definitely more to Angelina than met the eye, and that was really saying something.
"Well, I have my mission." Sam said, with half-serious steel in his voice. He shot out of the kitchen, drunkenly skipping along the hallway. "Wish me luck!"
Zack contemplated the mysterious punch. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he grabbed one of the ubiquitous red cups next to the punch bowl and filled it with coke and ice instead of the blue mystery liquid. After taking a heaping pile of nachos to accompany it, he went to rejoin the party himself.
If either of them had been a little more sober, they might have noticed that despite all the people drinking punch, the cauldron holding it was still completely full...
An hour of revelry passed. The jokes became dirtier, the sports became rowdier and the laughter became louder, but Zack didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He was one of the only partygoers not indulging in the punch, and before long he started to chastise himself for being so senselessly paranoid.
Maybe I've been overworking myself? He thought as he walked down the hallway on one of the mansion's upper floors. I was afraid the punch was magic! Magic isn't even real! Well, it could have been filled with perfectly normal *drugs* or some...
Suddenly, his rebukes were interrupted by a full-body tackle that sent him and his assailant crashing into a spare bedroom. Thankfully, the door had been open and the two of them landed on a pile of coats instead of hardwood.
"Fuck! Sorry, I thought you were the quarterback!" Came the slurred but familiar voice of Sam. "We're playing hallball! It's like football, only you have a hall instead of a field. Are you okay? It's a good thing we landed on this pile of... hey! A Toblerone bar! Score!" He said, starting to unwrap the foil.
"Ugh, yeah, the coats took most of my fall. Wait, hey! You can't just steal someone's candy!"
"I can because it is delicious." His friend said, biting off a triangle. "If they actually wanted it, they wouldn't have left it in their coat! Try some!"
"No thanks; I'm good. I ate about a kilogram of nachos and..." Zack started to say in refusal, trying to lift Sam up off him. He was stopped when a pair of hot, wet, chocolate-smeared lips met his in a furiously passionate kiss. Zack was completely and utterly stunned; too stunned, in fact, to stop himself from kissing his best friend back. His heart was throbbing in his chest as their eyes met, before he forced himself to pull away from the kiss.
"Zack?" Sam asked, breathing heavily as he closed the door to the room with his foot. "Do you wanna... maybe... have a little fun?"
Zack was in a state of mental torture; he had wanted to try something with his straight friend for ages, but was well aware that it would have been awkward at best and friendship-destroying at worst. Licking the smudge of chocolate from his bottom lip and adjusting his hardening penis through his pants, he struggled to remember this. "We... we shouldn't. You only want to do this because you're horny and drunk, and we'd both regret it tomorrow."
"No, nope, not quite." Sam said, his voice quiet but thrumming with an undercurrent of excitement. "I'm only *doing* this 'cause I'm drunk and horny, I've *wanted* to do this for months. I mean, I've never done anything gay before, but I've always been a little curious... and I'm not going to try anything with just some random guy..."
Zack blinked. Had he heard all of that correctly? "Wait... what?"
"Zack... I know you heard me. I'm really, really fucking horny right now, so please just give me a yes or a no. If you don't wanna mess around, I'm not going to be offended! Limited time offer!" Sam said, biting off another chunk from his pilfered Toblerone. From underneath him, Zack could feel him chewing it.
"I don't know... I really, *really* want to, but..."
"But what?" Sam continued, getting off him and into a low crouch. "Really dude, I know you pride yourself on your equanimity, but Angelina is right. Let yourself go for once! Now, give me a yes or a no before I have to go wank this boner off."
Zack gritted his teeth; his own erection was in desperate need of attention. What if he said yes? What would happen? Would it even be decent sex, with a straight guy? The only thought that came through in his mind in crystal, perfect clarity was what Sam had said: but what? _ _What was constraining him save his own forbearance? They had known each other forever; a little drunken fooling around couldn't possibly ruin two decades of friendship, could it?
_ _
"Yes." Zack said, his heartbeat taking off as soon as the words left his mouth.
A goofy, self-satisfied grin appeared on Sam's face, as he continued to eat the chewy Toblerone. "S'what I thought! That's more like it! Let's get started quickly, okay? I still want to try and find a girl, alright?"
"Did... did you have anything specific in mind?" Zack asked nervously. It was funny; for all the times he had fantasized about his friend, now that they were on the verge of actually doing something his imagination had completely frozen up.
"How does oral sound?" Sam asked back, excitedly. "Seriously man, you have no idea how long I've had this itch..."
Zack was surprised to find his head held back when he started to move towards his friend's crotch.
"No, no! That's not what I meant, I mean." Sam said, sheepishly. "I mean... just... I mean... here's what I meant..." With one hand, Sam brushed his unkempt black hair out of his eyes while his other went toward Zack's zipper, pulling it down in a single, smooth motion. Zack's boxers, stained with a few scattered drops of wet precum, immediately peeked out from the opening. Leaning over, Sam licked the damp cloth over where the tip of Zack's throbbingly-erect penis was trapped. Zack had to hold a hand over his mouth to prevent from crying out in surprised pleasure, but there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from moaning when Sam drew his cock out into the open with nothing but his tongue.
His efforts were inexpert, but truly passionate. "H-holy shit! Are you sure you've never done this before?" Zack asked, as surges of intense pleasure assaulted his manhood.
"Swear to god, never. Wanted to for a while, though." Came a voice muffled by boxers. A pair of hands dove deeper into Zack's pants, as Sam's tongue licked up every bit of salty precum he could find.
Zack was beside himself as he watched best friend eagerly working over his cock; a fantasy he had masturbated to on more than one occasion. He moaned out in pleasure as Sam's tongue licked his cock in long strokes, while two greedy hands played with his shaven balls and taint. Precum, saliva, and bits of leftover chocolate coated his penis in a messy but erotic admixture. The attention lavished on his manhood went from experimental, tenuous licks and kisses to full-force sucking, as Sam grew bolder and bolder. When Sam finally took his manhood fully into his mouth, Zack shuddered and fell onto his side in a spasm of tortured ecstasy.
Blinking tears our of his eyes as he continued to ride the waves of pleasure emanating from his cock, Zack's eyes zeroed in on the bulging package trapped in his friend's pants. Working the zipper as fast he could, he pulled Sam's precum-soaked erection out into the open and began to work it over with his experienced tongue. He felt Sam's mouth vibrate around his cock in a harsh, surprised moan that nearly drove him to cum right then and there. Pushing his way through the sensations assaulting his member, he began his own cocksucking with a vengeance. Competitive vigor surged in the two of them, as they tried to drive each other to cum first.
Zack was in heaven. The lust-fueled, intense 69 he and Sam were in the throes of put his shower room fantasies to shame. He increased his pace until he was at his very limit, his head bobbing up and down in a blur of motion as the cock in his mouth throbbed with hot pleasure. Sam's thick, silky pubic hair was tickling his nose something fierce as he started to reach his peak. Something was wrong... very wrong. Had it been that thick a few minutes ago? It was almost as dense as fur! Regardless, Zack couldn't quite bring himself to stop sucking on the musky, leaking, hard member in his mouth, and he *certainly* couldn't bring himself to pull himself away from his friend's mouth- not this close to sweet release.
Sam came first, his moaning partially muffled by the dick in his mouth. Zack sucked down the steam of thick seed as it was shot into his mouth, teasing the head of Sam's cock into giving up every drop it held. Finally tasting the bitter, musky cum of his best friend as his tongue massaged his own cock drove Zack past his peak not long after. When they both arose from the scattered pile of coats, neither could resist the urge to kiss again. Zack wasn't surprised to find that Sam had been unwilling or unable to take all of the cum that had been pumped into his mouth; most of it had ended up running down his mouth or on his cheeks. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of Sam's face, licking off as much as he could in an erotic display that made Sam shudder involuntarily.
"Didn't like the taste?" Zack asked, licking his lips naughtily as he stood up. "I know; it can be pretty bitter."
"I guess..." Sam was grinning as he wiped the remainder of Zack's cum away with his shirtsleeve. His hair and face were covered in sweat and his pale skin had been turned bright red from their exertions. He was having trouble getting up from the floor. "Heh, I think my feet fell asleep."
Zack offered him a hand in assistance, which Sam took and used to stand. A look of pain struck his face like a slap as soon as he put his weight back on his feet, though. "Ah, shit! My feet are killing me! They are burning up!"
"What do you mean? What's happening?" Zack asked, confused and concerned. He had to hold Sam up by his shoulders to prevent him from falling to the ground.
"I... I don't know... feels like my shoes shrank three sizes or something." He said, his whole body tensed. "Maybe I should take them off or... arg!" Sam gave a suppressed cry accompanied by a loud ripping sound. His shoes had literally been burst apart, much to their horror. Two padded, clawed footpaws had taken the place of his feet, his rent socks unable to conceal them or the thick black fur which covered them.
"Jesus what the fuck christ!" Zack blurted, letting go of his friend's shoulders in as he backed away in horror. "What the hell is going on!?!"
"I don't have a goddamn clue. I... ugh, it's not over..." Sam said, eyes squeezed tight with strain. His hands went down to a spot just above his ass, rubbing the sore top of his tailbone.
"Oh god, I was right. I was actually right." Zack said, his disbelief beginning to yield to reality. "She is a witch. That punch was enchanted..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sam said as he frantically tried to adjust his pants. A huge bulge was tenting the rear of his pants, the fabric beginning to yield against the pressure. The cramped feeling in his rear sent him to his knees as he desperately attempted to pull them off. As he groaned from the strain, a huge, furry, black and white-striped tail burst out from the seat before he was able to save his pants.
Sam was in a daze; he wiped sweat from his brow with one hand, while his other felt the huge, fluffy tail that now occupied his backside. "I... I'm okay! I think it's over, for now." Sam said, experimentally twitching the tail. "Well. Huh. This is pretty strange..." His clawed footpaws made scratching sounds on the hardwood floor as he walked across it aimlessly.
"What the fuck man? You just grew a skunk tail, and that's all you have to say!?!" Zack said, flabbergasted enough for the both of them.
"Well, I highly doubt panic will do any good, and to be honest this is kinda cool. I mean, you know they are my favorite animal..." He said, retrieving the half-eaten Toblerone bar from the floor, giddy. "Hah! This has to be what Angelina meant when she was off on that 'freedom of the body' stuff. I wonder how everyone else is doing!" He said as he burst out of the door, leaving his tattered shoes and pants behind.
"What are you doing, are you crazy!?" Zack whispered to him with harsh urgency as he followed.
As they reached the balcony over the stairs, Zack gasped, in a state of utter shock. The vaulted living room in front of them was full of people in various stages of transformation, human forms sporting bestial fur, claws, tails, wings, and yet more exotic parts. Instead of the panic or chaos Zack expected to see, the changed partygoers appeared to be enjoying their new shapes. Enjoying them quite a bit, from the amorous activities taking place in the shadows...
"Dear god. We... we have to get out of here, before it's too late!" Zack said, frantically.
"Too late for what?" Came a voice from behind them. Angelina du Claire herself stepped from the shadows, a pair of leathery bat-wings folded against her back, and a pair of tall, fuzzy ears peeking up from her hair. "The party is just getting started..."
Zack was frozen in place, trying to decide between running away and trying to slay her. What were witches weak against, again? Buckets of water? Large caliber bullets?
"Ta-dah!" She announced joyously, making a sweeping gesture with her right wing over the changed ranks of the partygoers below. "Isn't it a beautiful sight?"
"Er... hello Angelina! Wonderful party, loved the punch!" Sam said, trying not to make his tail stand out much.
"Fantastic! Mr. Huntington, would you mind if I took your friend Zackary aside for a second? I think he needs a little pep talk, poor thing. I think that Ms. Perrington over there would be more than pleased to meet your acquaintance." Angelina said, gesturing toward a shy-looking girl sporting a chipmunk tail almost as big as Sam's new appendage.
Sam gave Zack a thumbs-up before wordlessly departing.
"This... this can't be real. Magic isn't real!" Zack said, rubbing his temples.
Favoring Zack with a smile that was more compassionate than condescending, Angelina put an arm on his shoulder reassuringly. "Yes dear, of course magic isn't real. But if it was, wouldn't it be best just to enjoy yourself? You don't often get a chance to have fun like this..."
"Fun? This is... this is insanity! This is chaos! Completely outside the bounds of reality!"
"I know! Isn't it great!" She said, with a short laugh. "Now you know why this party is such an... exclusive one."
Cold sweat dripped down Zack's face. "You're not going to let me go, are you?"
"Don't be silly; if you really want to leave, you are free to go. I'm not going to force you to join us." She said, looking disappointed. "But only if you can honestly tell me you've never wanted to try another form, never wanted to experiment with primal sexual energy. There is a fantasy in that mind of yours somewhere, isn't there? Bear in mind, you can turn yourself into anything you can dream of!"
"R-really? Anything?" Zack said, his mind racing. Long suppressed, half-forgotten bits of fantasy were resurfacing in his mind, begging to be lived out. "What about something extinct? Like... like a dinosaur?"
"Well, my spell can replicate just about anything vaguely humanoid." She said, matter-of-factly. "My favorite shape is a half-dragon to be honest, but I thought I would spice things up this year and try bat!"
She made a quick gesture with her hand, and a cup filled with the roiling blue punch suddenly appeared in it. She offered it to Zack with a short, polite bow. "The choice is yours..."
Zack stared at the shimmering, lambent punch with trepidation, his heart thudding in his chest. He glanced down at the mass of happy, transforming people below, eagerly comparing their changes to each other. He remembered the nearly orgasmic bliss that had overtaken Sam when he had changed earlier, and felt his guilty, self-conscious resistance begin to yield. He imagined what it would be like to wear the scaled form of a Jurassic predator, to lose himself in the primal fog of lust...
Taking the cup from Angelina's hands, he brought it to his lips and began to chug it down. Zack finished it in a single drink, unleashing a triumphant belch.
Angelina smiled, looking pleased. "Now, that's the spirit! Oh, word to the wise, you might want to take off your pants sooner rather than later; growing a tail tends to ruin them." She said, leading him down the stairs by his hand. Zack fumbled with his pants and shoes, discarding them on the stairsteps as they walked. In the short time it took for them to hit the landing, he was already feeling woozy. Before he could remove his socks or boxers, he felt his toes explode with burning, itching, stabbing feelings of pained pleasure. Hard, sharp claws ripped their way free of his footwear, followed by one massive, scythelike talon.
It was unreal. It was impossible. But it was happening nonetheless. Zack couldn't help but smile, as he felt the metamorphosis progress up his feet and to his legs. His skin grew thick and heavy, breaking into jungle-patterned scales. Strange pulling sensations assaulted Zack's rear; feelings of unstoppable growth. He gasped out in pleasure as the feeling brought him to his knees, feeling the growing nub of his tail push his boxers outward. The other transformees cheered him on and shouted reassurances; a few of them reached out to feel the growing limb. Zack looked around the room, trying to keep the powerful feelings from overwhelming him. He saw two women kissing each other as puffy white rabbit tails bulged out from their panties, and a boy with cloven hooves and a short rack of antlers lick the neck of a girl covered in black feathers who was growing a yellowish beak. Two horse-like guys with raging hard-ons held down a third, who was writhing on the ground in ecstasy as his legs melded into a winding, snakelike tail.
There was a whacking sound as Zack's tail finished growing out to its full length, knocking over a nearby end table. Standing back up on his oversized talons, he could hear the crowd around him still cheering and clapping for him and the others still mostly human. He shuddered as he felt the changes slow down, one last burst driving his testicles internal and pulling his aroused cock into a leathery genital slit. Zack shuddered and moaned, feeling his penis change inside him. When it was finally complete, he marveled at his new half-hybrid form; he possessed the lower half of an anthropomorphic raptor, but his top half was almost totally human still. He could feel the sweaty hair on his head with one hand, and the cool feel of hard scales with the other...
"Very nice." Angelia said, beaming with pride. "Feeling more sociable now?"
Zack grinned, nodding assent. He was having trouble keeping his hands away from his slit; it was so sensitive to the touch...
"Now, there's no need for that!" She said, giving his human hand a chastising whack. "There are some nice boys I'd like to introduce you to. Doesn't that sound like fun?" She asked, leading him towards the door to the mansion's study.
"Y-yeah. Who are..."
"Oh, don't worry; I'm sure you four will hit it off. Now, there is a crow-girl who looks like she needs some company, I'm going to see to her. Have fun, Zackary!" She said, playfully shoving him into the study tail first.
Zack blinked as he stumbled in, his eyes adjusting to the dimmer lighting in the room. Three of the transforming men were playing pool inside the smaller room, taking turns to stroke, kiss or lick each other between shots. Only their bottom halves had been changed so far, but it was relatively easy to tell what each was becoming, from their sprouted tails: a wolf, a tiger and a lion. It was a strange, incongruent sight: footpaws, fur, sheathes, and tails on the same body as normal human faces, arms, hair and skin.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" Came a gruff voice from the man becoming more and more wolflike, sitting in the corner of the room. His tail gently thumped against his chair as he fingered the boy turning into a tiger, while the tiger-boy's human head was buried face-first into his pubic fur, nibbling on his sheathe. He killed the remainder of his beer before crushing it with his still-human hands and tossing it toward a recycling can. He gave a pained sigh when the crumpled beer can bricked off the rim.
"Fuck." The part-wolf said, pulling his fingers out from beneath the tiger's tail to pour more lube on them before talking to Zack. "First time I've missed tonight! What's your deal, newcomer? Ain't many reptiles here."
"Scales and a tail, but he ain't a lizard. What do you suppose he's becoming?" Asked the tuft-tailed lion person, as he lined up a shot.
"A raptor. Like... like the dinosaur." Zack said, meekly. He felt a little guilty acknowledging his dreamed-of fantasy aloud.
"Very nice." The lion said back. His eyes drifted from Zack's bulging genital slit to the tiger's swaying ass, but it never settled on the cue ball for more than a second. When he finally stopped his voyeurism long enough to take a shot, it almost leaped off the table. "I think we're just getting too horny to do anything. We better do something about that."
The man with the tiger half backed up from the wolf's crotchfur, licking his lips clean. Staring at the nervous-looking newcomer, he gave him a guilty but friendly smile. "Hey. This your first time at one of Angelina's parties?"
"Uh... yes. Sorry, I'm just, uh... this is really weird..." Zack tried to explain, still playing with his new slit.
"Don't worry, everyone has it rough their first time. Heh, most people lose a pair a pants or a shirt when they change." The tiger responded, laughing.
"That's the best part!" The lion-man said, showing off his tail through his torn jeans. "Speaking of which... I want to finish my change. I'm going to get some more punch and food. Don't start without me!"
The wolf grunted gruffly as soon as the lion left. "Yeah right! I'm ready now. How about you two?"
"Yes!" Both Zack and the tiger responded simultaneously.
"Well, good news gentlemen. The measure has passed unanimously! Cheers..." The wolf growled, as he picked up his red punch cup and took a healthy drink. He passed the remainder to the tiger-boy, who eagerly drank the last of it. Both of their faces began to push out into muzzles before the cup was even set down.
The tiger-like male climbed on top of the wolf, as his striped fur began to creep its way up past his belly button. Positioning his lubed, wet, furry ass over the rock-hard wolfhood beneath him, he started to slowly let gravity pull him down. Started to, because the wolf grabbed onto his furry hips and hastened the process considerably, making him cry out in a soft yowl that was partially muffled when the domineering lupine shoved his own striped tail into his mouth like a makeshift gag.
"Mmfph... I love it when you play rough, you sexy beast." The tiger said with dreamy pleasure, drool soaking into his tailfur. "Why don't you ever act like this when you're human?"
He closed his eyes as he responded, enjoying the tightness engulfing his cock. "Hnh... good question. I don't know. Hey, dino! You coming?" He asked Zack.
Zack did not need to be asked twice. With a speed that gave away his eagerness, he grabbed the bottle of lube from the table and roughly started loosening up his firm, leathery ass. Tail swaying back and forth in pleasure and anticipation, he climbed on top of the chair where the tiger and wolf were coupled. He poured a heaping quantity of the cool lubricant all over the tiger's jutting, unsheathed erection, making the submissive boy gasp out in surprise. He forced another ragged gasp out of the feline male when he pounded his ass straight down onto his cock in a practiced, expert motion.
All three of the men cried out, every shaking or unsteady motion one of them made in the overfilled chair sending untold pleasure through their mated bodies. Precum squirted from Zack's raptorhood in a steady stream, warm feelings of sexual fulfillment making even his indurate scales tingle pleasantly. Zack reached over to his burning-hot shaft and began to stroke himself off when a clawed handpaw pulled his hand away. The same thing happened when he sent in his left hand; the wolf was pinning them both to his sides!
Zack struggled as best he could, but the wolf held his arms in a vice-grip and the raptor's talons couldn't find much purchase in the air in front of him. Every thrust the savage lupine made into the tiger behind him sent the tiger's thick cock straight into his prostate, driving him to the very edge but just barely short of release. He needed to cum so very, very badly, but at this rate it would take ages. Every time he felt close, the wolf would slow his pace down and let him come down from the brink, and every time he could feel his arousal sag a handpaw would stroke his leathery meat or rub against his glans. The tiger-boy in the middle of the three was holding onto his tail in a deathgrip, sucking on its tip and licking the underside as his ass was dominated by the wolf.
Suddenly, the door opened and the lion-boy walked back in the room, holding a plate stacked with pizza in one hand and another cup of punch in the other. "What the fuck? You guys started without me? And for fucks sake McDonnell! Are you doing that stupid orgasm denial thing again?"
"Mngh... yes... and there's not a... damn thing you can do about... it!" The burly wolf said as he continued his carefully, paced thrusting.
"Oh, is that so?" The lion-hybrid said, fluffing out his newly-grown mane. Dropping his refreshments off on the pool table, he walked over to the sweaty trio. He kneeled in front of Zack's reptilian member, which still teetering on the very brink of orgasm, and gave it a short, playful lick. Zack felt his knees go weak as the rough tongue rubbed the head of his slick, leathery raptorhood. "I'll tell you what, you sexy little raptor. If you drink some punch and finish your change, I'll take care of your little problem. Deal?"
Zack felt butterflies fill his stomach. Did he really want to take it all the way? Would it really be so bad? He couldn't take the torturously slow pounding his saurial ass was receiving for much longer; he was going to go crazy from the denied release. The hot, hard tiger dick in his depths continued to rock against his prostate ever-so gently, filling him up but not completely...
"F-fuck! Yes! Do it, do it now!" Zack shouted out in gasps. He shut his eyes and opened his mouth wide, letting the lion pour another whole cup of the transformative drink into his mouth. Some of it spilled, dribbling down his mouth as he began to change. His teeth grew into sharp and pointed daggers, and his arms surged with strength as hard scales and muscles replaced his human flesh. Claws, shorter and duller than his vicious talons but still quite threatening in their own right burst through where his fingertips had once been. The lion made good on his promise. Not wasting any time, he took every last inch of the scaled raptor meat into his throat, using his free hands to rub Zack's softer pubic scales.
Given enough time, any one of the three sensations wracking Zack- his ass getting pounded, his dick getting sucked, or his body transforming- may well have been enough to make him cum. All three together, combined with the wolf's earlier teasing, sent him into a rollercoaster of sexual pleasure the likes of which he had never before experienced. A low roar, rising from his chest all the way to his toothy maw shook the room as it finished lengthening into a pointed muzzle, his body little more than a primal conduit for pleasure. His whole penis felt like it was on fire as he shot thick, ropy blasts of dinosaur seed right into the lion's willing mouth. Zack's tail-hole immediately convulsed around the tiger's pre-soaked cock, driving him to cum up it after crying out in a sharp yowl. In turn, the tiger involuntarily sank himself down as hard and fast he could on the wolf's fat, juicy member, knot and all. The two furry mammal-hybrids cried as they tied together unexpectedly, and the wolf reached his peak as well.
A hissing, low cry escaped Zack's muzzle as his orgasm continued. Being filled with hot jizz as he rode the tied, cumming pair, the raptor kept firing shot after shot of his essence into the lion's eager muzzle and mane. Zack wasn't sure if he came twice in a row or if he just had a really long orgasm, and he didn't care. Pulling his now-clawed hands out of the wolf's loosened grip, he rubbed the lion's ears and held his head down tighter against his pulsating cock. When he felt the mighty steam of cum start to subside, his leonine savior tickled his cockslit with his rough, tongue, coaxing out another few sweet blasts.
"You, my friend, are a saint." A grateful Zack said to the lion-hybrid, as he slowly came down from the earthshaking orgasm. His changed voice sounded like sandpaper, but it was still his.
"Heh, you're not so bad yourself. I wouldn't mind taking a ride on that sexy tail of yours..." The lion man spoke back, his proudly erect penis giving credence to that claim. "Are you guys ready for another... oh, Angelina! I didn't see you there! How long have you been watching?"
A feminine, batlike shape stepped out from the doorway. "Long enough. Good show, boys!"
"We aim to please." The tied wolf said.
"Well, well, well... you turned out quite nicely!" Angelina spoke to Zack, her vampire bat fangs glistening with a liquid that was clearly *not* blood.
Zack returned her fanged smile with one of his own, as he slowly eased his tail-hole off the softening member inside it. His opinion of Angelia was very, very high at the moment.
"I'm terribly sorry to impose, but could you break off your engagement here and you do me a small favor?" She asked, straightening her wings out. "Could you go show my brother a nice time? He is being shy again..."
Zack gave a forlorn look at the furry trio in the study. "But... but..."
"Did I mention he is a gecko..?" She said, coyly. "All those sleek scales and sexy footpads..."
"Lead on!" Zack said, excitedly, following her out of the room with haste.
"How was it?" The fully-transformed tiger asked, smiling naughtily as he licked his fur clean. "Never had a lizard before. He taste like luggage?"
"Fucking awesome, that's what it was!" The leonine athlete happily responded. "But strangely enough, no, he tasted like chocolate..."
The Next Day...
Zack and Sam drove back the next morning, excitedly swapping stories from the party.
"So what did you end up becoming, anyway?" Sam asked, eating the remainder of his pilfered Toblerone bar.
"A fuckin' raptor, I kid you not." Zack responded, last night's memories still fresh in his mind.
"What? No way!"
"No, seriously! How about you? How did things go with that chipmunk girl?"
Sam's face lit up with pride as he spoke. "Okay, get this: we ended up climbing that big tree outside, and had the most wild sex you could imagine in its branches. Angelina and some crow-girl flew up later on and joined us, too! Was a bit of a bitch getting down when I woke up, but I'll be damned if that wasn't the best night of my life."
"Yeah, same! And by the way, I totally called her being a witch." Zack said.
"Hah! That you did, my friend." Sam said, laughing aloud. "Want to know something even more interesting, though?"
"What?"
"We're invited back next year."