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There were very few secrets to be kept on a place called "Pleasure Island," and for most people, the island was straightforward in that way.

A small island just off of the mainland, a little too far to reach by a paddle boat and a little too small for most major jets to land at the airport, Pleasure Island lived up to the name as the chosen paradise of those who'd picked a hedonistic lifestyle. Many people treated it as a tourist attraction, and young couples without families often ventured there to see just how wild and twisted the locals could really be.

There weren't too many permanent residents of the island, but their jobs were easy, and all of them paid extremely well, as they were the masters of their craft, and everything on the island was enjoyable in some way, even for the people who provided the services. It was rare that an employee would quit their job after finding one that they were truly suited for, and most tourists, after making one stop to the island, were bound for a return trip within minutes of landing back home.

"They said that this place was well worth the price of getting to it," Darius murmured, "Guess I can't argue with that! It's basically a giant carnival full of prostitutes and bars!"

Darius and Xaie knew that they had to make a visit out to the island, after hearing the rave reviews about it. They'd only landed hours earlier, but they weren't going to waste too much time at their hotel, even if the hotel was famous for offering the kind of private shows that would get most establishments closed permanently.

They wanted to head for the main attraction: The carnival that the island was originally named for still stood, and rather impressively at that. Once considered a land of almost demonic debauchery, the public was learning that little illegal activity actually occurred on the island, but that didn't mean that it was without sin. Booze flowed as easily as water, and marijuana, cigars and cigarettes could be found in every store in plentiful amounts. It was rare that anyone on Pleasure Island was fully in their right of mind, and that included the locals and employees.

It wasn't minds, however, but bodies that people were worried about on Pleasure Island, and some recent stories of terrifying creatures around the island meant that tourism was a bit slow, even in the peak of the winter season.

"If I have one more cigar, I don't think I'll be able to see straight anymore," Xaie admitted, though he was more than happy to ride that buzz all the way back to the hotel. "Should make playing 'pin the tail on the pin-up' pretty difficult..."

"Pfft. This place is just like any other carnival, really. I don't know why you'd go wasting money playing games that you can't possibly win."

"Because everyone has fun when you play the games here!" Xaie explained, and he wasn't wrong. Every typical carnival game was available there, and in addition to rides like Ferris Wheels and small roller coasters, there were variations of the kinds of games that people came to know and love as children.

Instead of the typical balloon popping game, where people would typically throw darts that were too dull to pop a balloon, there was an equivalent where sex toys were tossed at the bare, open asses and vaginas of employees, who were bound to the wall, forced to try and dodge the hail of silicone. Ring toss games were still abundant, but instead of a pegs that the rings never seemed to fit on, there were vibrating rings that often found their way down onto the erect shafts of strippers.

Everything had an erotic or sensual twist to it on Pleasure Island, and like so many others who had been there before, Darius and Xaie were beginning to fall prey to the sexual atmosphere of the island itself.

"H-hey...Darius. Bet you're too chicken to go on the Screaming Orgasm."

The only truly scary ride on the whole island, The Screaming Orgasm was a roller coaster that rivaled some of the super coasters back on the mainland. As such, it actually carried top-notch, state-of-the-art safety equipment and protocols...but people were still allowed to bring their drinks and smokes on the ride with them.

Holding a tall glass of liquid courage in his hand, Darius took a long, deep gulp from the beer and stared up at the tall, terrifying height of the first drop and narrowed his dizzied, tipsy eyes upon it. "Doesn't...doesn't look so bad to me!" he replied, adding a little too much emphasis to his words in a way that made very little sense, a reflection of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. "I'll ride the stupid thing!"

Xaie wasn't quite in his right of mind to make the decision, either, but with such lax security on the island, there was no way that anyone would stop the two of them from boarding. In fact, they'd likely be encouraged to board, as the pictures of their expressions as they went past the first camera were likely to be priceless, and made for excellent snapshots on the tourism website.

"I...I dunno. Maybe that isn't a good idea."

"Look at that. You challenge me to get on the stupid thing, and then you're already backing out!" Darius teased Xaie as he started walking toward the line for the ride, taking another sip of his beer along the way. "I dunno what you were trying to prove, but you sure fucked that up!"

Both a little tipsy from their own devices, Xaie leaned on Darius just slightly as they walked to the ride together, and thanks to a little extra check from security, they stayed inside of the cart throughout the entire ride, despite their best efforts to wiggle free from the seats.

**

"...Just one more."

"Your face is gonna start on fire if you have one more," Darius argued.

"Yeah, and I told you not to have one more beer, but here you are, chugging another one down!"

The ride went off without a hitch, and thanks to their altered state, neither male thought it was actually all that scary. It left them feeling underwhelmed, and even bored as they finally made their way back to the hotel, walking in the path of the golden rays of the sunset.

"Ugh... fine, Xaie. You can have one more. Not like it's gonna kill you," Darius finally gave in and opened the small tin sitting on the night stand, next to their bed.

The hotel rooms were intentionally kept simple on Pleasure Island, as the local board of tourism had businesses to keep alive, and if the hotel rooms were too exotic, people would be able to fulfill their fantasies and fetishes without so much as leaving the building. As such, the walls were a bland, neutral color of eggshells, the floors were a mahogany laminate, and the beds were decorated with sheets of white that had been stained with more bodily fluids than anyone could ever wash out.

The balcony of the room was the only real attraction, and a small table sat upon it, with chairs on either side of it, looking out over one of the beaches on the island. With such a perfect view of the ocean, there wasn't a bad room in the entire hotel, but with the rooms themselves being so bland, it was rare that anyone stayed there to enjoy the view.

"Hopefully that last beer doesn't kill you, either," Xaie argued, as he pulled one last cigar and fished a lighter out of the pocket of his shorts. "You drank like a fish today, honestly."

Darius snickered and nodded in agreement, not feeling any shame about his actions. "Hey...when in Rome, right?"

There were a lot of ways in which the statement was telling of their evening. Subtle touches began on the roller coaster, followed by full, obvious gropes on the way back, and even with the disapproval in his voice, it was clear what kind of intentions Darius had for Xaie, that night, and naturally, Xaie wasn't resisting.

Then again, the idea of two people going to Pleasure Island together and not having sex was downright laughable, and as the sun started falling down beyond the watery horizon, two more people were falling prey to the aphrodisiac that was the island itself.

Xaie took one last puff from his cigar, and even though it was fresh, he set it down on the ash tray next to the bed and looked up at Darius with a knowing smirk. They were almost sharing a brain, making it easy for Xaie to slip down to the side of the bed, and Darius, for his part, only had to turn and dangle his legs over the edge. Shorts were yanked right off, and Xaie licked his lips as he enjoyed the flavor of his cigar smoke, but was feasting his eyes on something that he'd enjoy the taste of much, much more.

"Kinda wasteful, dontcha think?" Darius asked, refusing to make things easy for Xaie, even as the latter rested on his knees and spread his palms over Darius' thighs. "I mean, it's just gonna get cold over there, and the flavor will fade, and-

"Fuckin' really?" Xaie asked, cocking a brow as he gazed up at Darius, who snickered as he looked back down. Shaking his head and letting out a huff of frustration, Xaie opened his mouth wide and took the slowly growing member before him in, able to feel a little more blood rushing to it with every beat of Darius' heart. It wasn't fully erect, but it was already plenty thick and long enough to be a mouthful, leaving Xaie to adjust around it as it stood further and further upright with each passing moment.

Darius watched, impressed at how well Xaie was adjusting, even as his manhood continued to bounce. There wasn't a lot of room for it to move around within the tight, welcoming confines of Xaie's mouth, and though he normally would have fought his gasping at first, Darius didn't have to resolve, or the care to fight it, thanks to the social lubricant that was the alcohol pumping through his veins. "Nnnyes... That's it, Xaie. Don't be shy, you little slut...I know you can go deeper than that."

Looking up at Darius with frustrated eyes, but knowing that he was speaking the truth, Xaie grumbled around his mouthful, even though he knew it would only pleasure the other male. The gentle vibrations ran down the length of Darius' cock and into the base of his shaft, causing him to shudder with delight on the bed as Xaie leaned forward on the now erect length and pressed his nose into Darius' tummy.

No matter how many times he watched it, Darius couldn't help but be impressed at the sight of how easily Xaie took the whole length, all while shooting daggers at Darius with his eyes; he even kept from gagging, despite the tickle of the tip against the back of his throat. "Pretty...nngh... pretty fuckin' good, Xaie, but I can't cum from you just h-holding it like that."

Darius was definitely pushing his luck with Xaie's patience, but the sheer lust that Xaie felt kept him from doing anything too rash. After all, it was a simple blowjob, and he enjoyed giving them just as much as he enjoyed getting them, even if there was a certain formula to the act.

On Pleasure Island, however, those who overindulged found another ingredient would be added to any sexual act, and as pleasure built up in the pit of Darius' tummy, he felt a strange texture against the underside of his rod, where Xaie's tongue was exploring.

"I...I think those c-cigars are getting to you," Darius groaned, as his head tilted back just a little bit. His eyes closed with the bliss of the tongue that wrapped around his flesh, but there was a little something extra to the texture of Xaie's warm, moist muscle, and at first, Darius brushed it off as nothing more than the residue from the smoke that filled Xaie's lungs that afternoon. It was a pleasant sensation all the same, as a little extra saliva seemed to be building up on the flat of Xaie's tongue, in addition to the very fabric of the muscle being a bit softer and wider.

Were he in his right of mind, Darius certainly would have questioned it more, but it was hard for him to keep a straight train of thought when Xaie was so skillfully bobbing his head, back and forth over the length of Darius' manhood.

Xaie could barely hear what Darius was saying at the moment, either way, and at first, he really did think that he'd just given himself such a bad buzz that he couldn't hear properly, any longer. He'd smoked more cigars that day than he could remember at any other point in his history, and he could still feel the scintillating tingle of the smoke against his dry, tired eyes, and the flavor of freshly burned tobacco upon his tongue.

It mingled excellently with the natural, earthy-yet-salty taste of Darius' cock, and as Xaie let out a quiet rumble of delight and went about his busywork, he felt a strange sense of pride. It was as if he was having an easier time taking the impressive length than he thought he would, and despite his inability to see it, thanks to his mouth being in the way, he felt that Darius had a delightful texture about his manhood...as if something was there now that wasn't before.

Of course, no amount of a buzz could keep Xaie from realizing that his own mouth shouldn't be in the way, and he nearly gagged himself on Darius' flesh as his eyes went wide, gazing down over the bridge of his own nose. It was getting longer, and turning a dark, dirty shade of brown, with patches and tufts of gray fur popping up along what looked to be a growing muzzle.

...I must have smoked some really good shit, Xaie thought to himself, as he tried to play the changes off as nothing more than a bad trip. Even as he felt the bones in his face shifting around to support the new growth on the end of his jaw, he tried to ignore it, thinking that he was merely in the middle of a drug-induced hallucination.

If Darius were to simply tilt his head forward, he would have been able to see what Xaie was worried about. His head was definitely changing into the shape of a donkey, and on the other end, Darius' own flesh was changing, though he never looked down to see just how different it was. Instead, he just enjoyed the wonderful blowjob and let out quiet, grunting moans of appreciation to Xaie, who found himself enjoying the changing texture too much to process it properly.

There was a slight taper at the very end of Darius' cock as the transformation continued, and his member split out wider near the base. Though neither of them could see it, bright, red coloration was taking place as the myriad webs of veins upon his length pushed further and further toward the surface, discoloring the flesh that was already there.

It would have been fascinating for them to share in, if either one of them were able to see it.

Despite being on Pleasure Island, Darius was still able to consider the ecstasy of others, and finally, he did cock one eye open, just barely, so he could reach down to tap Xaie on the shoulder. "C-come on up here...if you...ooooohgod... if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum w-way too early!"

Xaie knew what kind of treat was waiting for him, and he didn't have to be told twice. With an eager bounce in his step, he hopped up, and though Darius saw the transformed head for just a moment, it was truly so brief that he wasn't able to catch the sight of the long, bulging muzzle, or the ears that were slowly traveling up the sides of Xaie's head.

He only saw the nude body of his companion flying over him and landing right atop of his face. It pinned Darius in just such a way that his eyes were covered by the base of his friend's cock, and his own, transformed manhood was just out of his view.

Knowing just how badly Xaie needed the treatment, Darius snickered and shrugged off the aggressive pounce. He licked his lips first, spreading a little saliva upon them before his tongue slurped along the surprisingly smooth and firm curve of Xaie's rump, leading right up to the delicate, tiny pucker that was waiting there for him, right behind the taut, firm sack that was resting just above the bridge of Darius' nose.

It made a perfect seat for the full, swollen orbs as Xaie tried to bite his lip, but found that he couldn't, with his new facial structure. Passing it off as nothing more than numbness in his face, Xaie let out a quiet groan of delight as Darius finally reached the promised land and swirled the flat of his tongue around Xaie's asshole, spreading saliva upon it for the act that they both knew was coming. A quick, teasing series of jabs was soon to follow, as Darius tried to probe some of the slick, slippery fluid further into Xaie's anal passage, and with an eager smile, Xaie reached back to spread himself a little bit wider, wanting Darius to have full access to everything his body had to offer.

"D-deeper...c'mon, a l-little bit deeper!" Xaie tilted his head back slightly and let out another moan of delight as Darius moved with surprising precision, despite his mentally altered state. His tongue moved with all of the dexterity of a master surgeon, and as the very tip penetrated Xaie and spread a little saliva into his ass, there was another sudden cry that was distinctly surprised from the male above. " D-Darius! I never knew y-your tongue was so loooooong..."

Xaie couldn't help drawing the word out. What started as a wiggling tip inside of his asshole was suddenly a rather full penetration, and though Xaie knew that Darius was just as eager to get to the next act as he was, he couldn't fathom how Darius was able to reach so deep with a normal, human tongue.

He was right to think that it wasn't possible, and he figured that the extra pressure he felt on his balls was just from Darius reaching too far. In reality, Darius was falling prey to further transformation, as his own face pushed further and further into Xaie. With the added pressure of Xaie's body, Darius couldn't tell that his face was getting longer, and his tongue was already there, as canine features quickly developed, covering his human ones and blending with them in ways that neither man would have thought possible, even in their altered states.

None the wiser and unable to see the change, Xaie finally pushed off of his knees and fell forward on the bed, sticking his ass high up in the air to entice Darius, who completely ignored the growth of fur that was covering Xaie's ass. Wherever they teased each other, changes were sure to take place, and though it was short and thin, a small tail was sticking out from just above Xaie's asshole, and the small tuft of fur upon the end of it was tickling Darius' tummy as he gripped the base of his cock. It felt somewhat funny, but caught in a whirlwind of lust and alcohol, Darius didn't have a care in the world about something feeling slightly off.

He only worried about the tight, pleasurable grip of Xaie's asshole clenching around the tip of his cock as it slipped forward and easily penetrated the loosened pucker.

"It's...it's sliding in so easy!" Xaie cheered, getting to enjoy the pleasures of anal penetration without nearly as much pressure, thanks to the tapered shape that Darius' cock had taken. "Y-yes...fuck yes, Darius! Deeper!"

It was a shout that Darius was used to hearing, and he didn't realize that fangs were showing from his muzzle as he grinned and pounded his hips forth. Xaie went silent and whimpered with the wider base inserted in his ass, but Darius gripped his fellow male around the hips and held on tight, ignoring the itchy sensation of fur that popped up between his pawtips wherever he seemed to touch Xaie's body.

The delightful bliss that was filling his body as he filled Xaie's body with his own flesh was much easier, and far more enjoyable for Darius to focus on.

"Not like I'd t-take you if you weren't ready," Darius reminded him, tripping over his words only once, despite the orgasmic pleasure that was already starting to build in the pit of his tummy. Xaie's blowjob brought Darius much closer to the edge than he wanted to admit, and Xaie, for his part, couldn't hide how close the following rimjob brought him to his own climax.

Sensing the urgency, however, Darius continued to pump in long, deep strokes, allowing his body to lean over Xaie's as he went on. He reached around and gripped the base of Xaie's own manhood, giving it delicate, subtle strokes as the pace increased, and though he still tried to ignore it, the ignorance was becoming an effort for Darius, who was sure that he felt a strange texture growing on the surface of Xaie's length...and as big as he was before, there were easily a couple more inches there, as Darius stroked from the base to the tip.

Only the feeling of thick, creamy seed upon his hand was able to snap Darius out of his state of concern, and the orgasmic clench inside of Xaie's anal passage brought Darius to the same end, as his member erupted inside of his partially transformed partner. Fighting the tight, pleasurable grip, Darius continued to pump his hips, but the effort was exhausting him and Xaie both.

"Fuck...f-feel that cum, Xaie?" Darius asked, his voice surprisingly calm as his entire body shuddered with delight.

On the other end, Xaie trembled, but was shameless about his appreciation. "Yes, yes! Pump more of it in there...f-fucking fill me!" he cried out, folding his ears back against his head involuntarily and holding still so that he could feel the white, sticky cum of his lover spreading across his inner muscles.

A wet, sticky squelch followed as Darius slowly pulled back his body and his own cock, but it was lucky that he was able to: A knot was swelling up at the base, and finally, the illusion of a bad trip was shattered, as Darius noticed trails of fur popping up under the streams of his cum, as they spilled back and out of Xaie's ass. "U-uh...uhm...Xaie? Was there an animal in here earlier?"

Panting quietly, but still able to manage a giggle, Xaie shook his head. "Not t-that I know of. What, you up for some really kinky stuff?"

"No, you idiot! Look!"

Though they only had a small mirror on the wall to use for reference, Darius and Xaie could easily see the changes taking place on their bodies. Heads, members and tails of animals were upon otherwise human figures, but they were getting less and less human by the second, and immediately, panic snapped their sense of lust and brought them right back into sobriety.

"Ho...holy shit! We've gotta get help!" Xaie panicked, as he hopped off of the bed and tried stuffing himself back into his shorts. It was lucky they'd dressed for the summer weather, as the wide, full backside of a donkey barely fit into the shorts, and his tank top just managed to fit over his muzzle, with a mild struggle.

Darius followed suit and fought his way back into his clothes, but only made it just in the nick of time, as he noticed his hands shifting right before his eyes. Fingers were rolling back into the shape of paws, and he could feel length growing onto the tail that was hanging over the edge of his boxers.

There were no proper hospitals on Pleasure Island, leaving the boys with only one option for help with something so serious. Grabbing their wallets just before his hands began hardening and turning into hooves, Xaie fled the hotel with Darius close behind, but it was comical, at the very least, as the duo tried to adjust to their bodies shifting so rapidly. The last ferry off of the island was their only hope, and thankfully, the people who ran the ferries between Pleasure Island and the mainland never asked questions...even when they saw Darius and Xaie nearly turned into standing animals.

Xaie didn't recognize Darius anymore, as the latter sat on one of the ferry seats, glad that no one else was leaving the island that evening. He looked more like a werewolf than a human, and panic was evident in eyes that were too canine to be anything else.

The further they sailed away from the island, however, the more their fur seemed to regress, and the less panic they felt, as if the island itself had some sort of a connection to the transformation. Xaie reached up to feel his ears, and though they were still tall upon the top of his head, he could stroke them with actual fingers, rather than clumsy hooves.

"Do we...do we dare go back?" Xaie asked, remembering what a great time they had before the change.

Darius remained silent for a moment, as if he were actually pondering the idea, despite how insane it seemed to Xaie at the moment.

"...We don't have a choice. I think I forgot my license."