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When Havok awoke from his sleep he realized two things; that he had no hangover from the previous night's frivolities and that it was raining outside. Things had been a blur after he transformed into a similar version to the bartender, which then turned into a bit of a controlled orgy for everyone involved. He even got to try out the other two bartenders' liquors, which as they pumped him full of the delicious alcohol mixed in his system, created an entirely new creation. Needless to say it was a hit, and though it involved a long night and even though he wasn't hungover, he still felt a twinge of tiredness as he let out a loud yawn.

He got out of his bed and looked outside to see the rain pounding against the window, the beach and boardwalk below completely devoid of life except for a few stragglers that attempted to get through the storm as fast as possible. It was a strange sight to behold, he had thought that the Nexus creatures that created everything here would also be in control of the weather, but it appeared that either wasn't the case or they did it on purpose. This made him unsure of what was prepared for him as he ordered his breakfast.

When it came to him he was surprised to see that Renzyl was the one pushing the cart, giving him a good morning as he took the food and set it out in front of Havok as he sat down. "So as you can see we hit an unexpected bit of foul weather," Renzyl explained as he sat down on the opposite side of the table while the dragon ate. "This pocket paradise is crossing over from one of my brother's realms to another, and as a result you get turbulent weather such as this. Seeing how it would be hard to do anything outside, we have a few things to keep you entertained on your final day here, and then once the storms let up we'll be taking you home."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Havok replied after swallowing. "I've been kinda wondering about what you guys have in here, other than Jerkah's restaurants I really haven't explored the place too much."

"Perfect," Renzyl said. "Well finish up your breakfast, then I'll take you on the personal tour. Some of my brothers are a bit sad they weren't able to have fun with you like Jerkah and Athear, so we're going to hit up a few requests."

Havok quickly finished his food and followed the rubber dragon down into the lobby of the resort, where more people than usual were gathered as they watched the rain fall. Despite the crowd Havok was able to move quickly as the crowd parted for Renzyl's presence, those who had rubber scales bowing their head as they passed. When they got to the other end of the lobby Havok could hear the sounds of arcade and video games inside. He looked up to see a neon sign that read The Eagle's Roost and had the outline of an anthro eagle with its wings spread.

As soon as they got inside they were immediately greeted with the real-life version of the sign, the large synthetic avian walked up to Havok and shook his hand. "Welcome to my aviary," the eagle said as he gestured with one of his metallic wings. "My name is Haleon and I run this arcade as well as most of the tech here in the resort. We have a variety of games for you to try, but if you don't mind I'd like to choose one or two for you that I think you'll particularly enjoy."

"I'll take your recommendation," Havok replied, his gaze so focused on the games around him he missed the smirk the two brothers shared before Haleon guided the dragon to one of the larger games. As they walked the dragon couldn't help but take several long glances as his guide, marveling at his design. Though the creature screamed robot his body was so smooth and streamlined that, despite the metal and glow, he could almost pass off as a normal anthro, too, along with having a strange sensuality to him that Havok couldn't quite place as they finally arrived at the game in question.

When Havok saw what it was though his anticipation turned into a look of confusion. "Wait a second, isn't this just DDR?" he asked as he looked at the two dance pads and the screen with arrows floating up from the bottom. It was something he was all too familiar with and not what he had expected the eagle morph to bring him to.

"It is DDR," Haleon explained as he motioned for the dragon to hop up on one of the platforms. "I've made a few adjustments, though, to help heighten the experience, plus it's a good precursor for the next game. Would you like to play with him, Renzyl, or should I fire up the single player?"

Renzyl just smirked and crossed his arms, saying he was good before Haleon pressed his mechanical hand against the machine and it started up. As the screen flashed to the intro it appeared that he was going to play a type of scenario where it starts off easy and then gets harder as time goes on. Then after a brief explanation the screen changed to the game mode and as the upbeat music started the word go flashed on the screen before arrows began to appear. At first it was rather easy, Havok hardly had to move as the words great and good job flashed on the screen, but after about a minute it informed him that it was moving up a difficulty level and to concentrate.

The next series of arrows required a little more focus and effort on his part as his feet moved from arrow to arrow, the background changing to swirling colors that kept in time with the faster music. As he continued to follow the machine he failed to notice that the words had been slightly altered, whenever he was right on it would flash great drone and when he was close it was good boy. After another minute the difficulty increased once again, but Havok was ready for it and used all his concentration to watch the arrows as they scrolled up faster, though they kept to a rhythm that Havok could actually follow as his feet went from arrow to arrow more quickly...

As Haleon and Renzyl watched; however, they actually saw the dragon begin to slow down, though the machine compensated for it by matching his new speed. Havok's eyes began to grow half-lidded as the subliminal programming began to take root in his mind, more words flashing in the background to help the process as his body continued to grow sluggish. After a short while he stopped moving all together, just standing there and watching the screen as his mouth hung slightly slack. The rubber dragon nodded his head slightly in approval and watched as Haleon stopped the game with a win screen that Havok seemed to hardly acknowledge.

"So that's your new brainwashing station, huh?" Renzyl asked as he waved his hands in front of Havok's glassy-eyed stare. "Effective."

"I prefer to call it Direct Drone Reprogramming," Haleon replied, which caused Renzyl to just shake his head as the robot looked Havok in the eye. "How are we feeling right now, my drone?"

"Feeeeelssss goooood..." Havok replied, his mind still filled with the swirling colors and flashing words of the game that fed into his subconscious. "Great game..."

"It is a wonderful game," Haleon reinforced. "It's helped you to be a good drone to your master, right? All good drones play that game in order to better serve your master's will."

The voice sank straight into Havok's mind as a goofy smile appeared on his muzzle, the eagle's words becoming his thoughts. "Yes Masterrr..." Havok managed to reply. "Good drones play gamesss to better serve..."

"That's correct," Haleon replied with a grin. "Which means we're going to play another game to make you even better, alright drone?" Havok slowly nodded and followed the robotic eagle over to another section of the arcade, this time with some sort of open cockpit pod and a huge screen that surrounded it. All the dragon could focus on was how good it was to be a drone, the commands hidden in the music reinforcing them in his mind as Haleon got him completely naked and into the cockpit chair.

As soon as he was inside the screen began to flash with the words Drone Detected, then faded into the background before something began to push up from the chair into his rear. At first Havok began to squirm, but then the swirling colors returned to the screen that surrounded him and a smooth voice echoed around him that good drones keep still. The dragon immediately froze in place upon seeing the command and got a reward of pleasure that shot straight down his spine as the implement continued to get pushed up inside him. Once it was firmly in place against his prostate a silver mask in the shape of a gryphon began to lower itself down from the ceiling, settling down on the prone dragon's face before the wires attached to it broke away.

"Phase one integration complete," the voice was much closer in Havok's head now as it was piped in through the mask. "Beginning phase two, please remain still." Once again the dragon felt his muscles stay rigid as two mechanical arms came down with nozzles at the end of them. Once they got about eye level they began to spray a mist onto Havok's body that would have caused him to shiver slightly from the cool sensation had he not been told to stay still. His white scales soon became covered under a layer of chrome as the nanite-laden metallic fluid formed onto his back until he had a pair of feather-textured wings.

"Phase two complete," the voice announced. "Beginning final phase." The eyes of the mask that had merged with the rest of the quicksilver that covered his body began to glow as more programming was pumped into his mind. His cock, which had undergone the same treatment as glowing blue lines pulsed along the hardened length, began to leak more of the nanite fluid as the pod stimulated him. All the computer allowed Havok to think about was how to be a good drone, cementing the instruction into place with pure, blissful feedback before it finally released him and announced the process was complete.

"This had better not be long-term or Santer and the others are going to kill you," Renzyl said as the newly-created gryphon drone stepped out of the cockpit and stood at attention in his metallic glory.

"Relax Renzyl," Haleon said as he admired his work. "The transformation will slough off in less than half an hour, which will be about the time you to get him to Santer's games, anyway. Given what he has in store for him, you should be thankful that I got him loosened up for you."

Renzyl just rolled his eyes and ordered Havok to follow him, which the drone quickly and eagerly did, which gave him another reward of pleasure. The entire time the dragon drone heard how good it was to obey and how he was a good drone for doing so, good drones served their master completely and he was a good drone. The mantra continued as he followed the rubber dragon, but as time wore on the mantra in his head became quieter and quieter. Just before he stepped inside Havok blinked and looked around a few times, his brain catching up to the fact he had been walking this entire time without even realizing it.

"I see the programming has finally worn off," Renzyl said as he looked Havok over. "How are you feeling?"

"Strangely... good." Havok replied. When he looked down at himself he saw that the metal had disappeared of his body, leaving him completely naked, which Renzyl said had dissolved away the further they got from the arcade. Now that Havok was back to his old self he looked inside the area they were just about to go into and his head tilted slightly in confusion. "Is that... a racetrack?"

Renzyl chuckled and nodded. "We have a small but meaningful area where our guests can come in and play games of chance and such," the rubber dragon explained. "One of these areas is in fact where people can bet on the prowess of those who are attempting to outdo one another." As they walked further inside both males saw a horse completely decked out in leather gear coming towards them, and as he got closer Havok realized with some surprise that instead of leather gear, it was leather skin and flesh. "Speaking of such, I do believe we'll be getting the words out of the horse's mouth."

"Because that never gets old," Santer said before he looked over at Havok. "You must be Havok, my name is Santer, and as my brother here so eloquently explained, I am the one who runs this track. Now betting on such races is a fun experience and all, but I've arranged for you to get a far better experience of being on the track itself."

"The track itself?" Havok repeated as they began to walk down a ramp into another section of the sports bar. "As a rider?"

"No..." Santer replied as he stopped the two at the door, his grin widening. "As the horse."

Havok's jaw dropped slightly as the door was opened to them to reveal a veritable stable of creatures, over half of them were studly stallions with the same leather-like flesh as the one that brought them there. On the other side was a larger, in all meanings of the word, menagerie of creatures whom also had leather for skin with only synthetic hair on their heads, even the furry ones like tigers and wolves had tanned or colored hide with seemingly perfectly sculpted muscles underneath. "Hey Brightside!" Santer called out, a shiny gold scale-textured draconic male looked up. "We got you a replacement horse, you're gonna be in the race after all."

The other males on the jockey side let out a cheer and started to high-five the dragon as Santer led Havok to the other side where the other stallions continued to put on their harnesses and such. "Since we don't have a lot of time until the next race I'm going to get you suited up with a special rigging," the leather horse explained as he shooed away two stallions that had been nuzzling each other near one of the equipment lockers. "Luckily you're already naked, so that's a start, but if you're going to look presentable we'll need you changed as soon as possible."

"I'm... not going to have to carry him around on my back or something, am I?" Havok asked as Santer pulled out a leather harness and looked it over, looking over at the dragon known as Brightside to see the heavily muscled creature flex. When the jockey saw Havok looking over he gave him a little wink and blew him a kiss, then went back to the conversation he was having with another.

"Nothing so rudimentary," Santer said suddenly as he placed the leather straps around Havok's chest and abs, forming into a sled harness that also looped around his shoulders and his biceps. "The race is to see how fast your jockey can make you cum. Of course there are caveats to that, for one neither you nor your partner can touch your cock to speed things along, and you can't rut yourself on the ground or between you and your jockey's chest, either. Other than that anything goes to try and get you off before anyone else."

While the concept was bizarre it did make sense for the resort they were in, plus the garb that everyone wore made sense for the situation. The stallions were clad in either thongs or chaps and all of them had on a hard bulge of leather on the groin, presumably so they couldn't excessively stimulate one another and get an advantage. Soon he found himself with one as well, his already half-hard member cocooned in heavy leather as he felt a pair of straps get secured around his butt. It left his rear completely open, something he suspected that was supposed to happen, and Santer told him to sit down as he got the next piece of gear ready.

As the dragon waited he began to feel the areas where the straps were in place start to itch slightly. When he raised up a hand to scratch he was surprised to find textured leather instead of scale, and as he looked down he saw that it had quickly begun to spread outwards and assimilate the surrounding area. Before he say anything about it he suddenly felt something get stuffed into his maw. It was a bit and bridle, one with straps that secured his muzzle as Santer adjusted them in place. He let out a muffled groan as he immediately felt his head begin to change, uncharacteristically shaking his head back and forth as his skull began to reshape into a more equine configuration and a pair of horse ears stretched from his head.

Havok panted into the piece of leather in his mouth as he felt his cock begin to transform unseen, growing thicker and longer while Santer secured another piece around the base of his tail. As soon as the last strap was put into place he felt the reptilian appendage immediately begin to shrink as long hairs sprouted from the white scales. He was well aware that the other stallions had watched his rear end as it became exposed, his new appendage swishing slightly as he felt his rear get ogled by the other males as his changes finally came to a head.

Once he had finished transforming the newest leather horse looked at himself in sheer awe. Havok didn't have too long to admire himself, though, before he and the others were told to start heading out into the arena. His white leather horse form moved in line with the others and he was quickly joined by the leather dragon that gave him a wink. "Don't worry, we're going to win this thing," his jockey said as he gave his rear end a squeeze.

Though it wasn't something that had been on Havok's mind he realized that he did suddenly want to win, though whether it was due to the transformation or his own nature he wasn't sure. That was all pushed to the back, though, as he walked out onto the field amongst the cheer of the spectators. When the others began to wave he did as well as they were led to the middle of the field and set up in two rows. Brightside took his place behind Havok as the two were led near the middle of the field with two sets of leather males on their side.

Suddenly the announcer came on the loudspeaker and welcomed everyone to the race, then proceeded to inform the racers to get ready to start. Havok felt the hands of the other dragon press against his flanks as the others around him did the same while he took his cue from the other horse men and leaned forward. There was another announcement to release the horses and the transformed leather horse felt one of those hands on his body slide forward and undo the thong that had been holding him in this entire time. When the former dragon saw his new horsecock his eyes widened at the sight; he had grown huge with a flared head and medial ring that hung down between his legs.

It wasn't long after he had been released that Havok began to hear the announcer and the crowd count down from five, and once they hit zero there was a loud horn proceeded immediately by the feel of something pressed against his tailhole. The announcer began to rapidly give status updates of the various jockeys as he began to feel the leather dragon press inside him, the member oiled or otherwise lubricated to slide inside him. With his altered physiology he found himself able to except such a rapid insertion without a hint of pain, something that appeared to be universal as the other horses began to moan from the leather studs behind them.

At one point Havok couldn't help but giggle when he heard that two or three had gotten immediately dismounted, their cocks sliding out of the tailhole of their stallions. His jockey had no such trouble and Havok's laughter became loud moans muffled by the muzzle he wore. This dragon was very good at what he did as his horsecock throbbed hard while it grew fully erect. The stimulation was so intense that it took the leather horse nearly a minute before he could do anything to reciprocate the feeling by pushing back.

More than once Havok heard his name get announced as one of the front runners, though how the announcer knew that he was getting close he couldn't guess. There were also two others, one next to him and another further back, that apparently were neck and neck. This only seemed to spur his draconic jockey to go faster with his thrusts. Every push of Brightside's thick, hide cock seemed to nail his prostate every time, clamping his walls down on it as he pulled out with perfect timing to illicit the perfect amount of stimulation.

Havok heard his name get called out constantly now along with one other, though all he could do was brace himself as he got ravaged. From what he heard he was in the lead, then the other horse, then him again, and that the whole thing was coming down to the wire. The excitement of the announcer and the crowd reached a fevered pitch as Havok felt his pleasure reach a crescendo, the dragon not allowing him to settle back down for a second as every muscle in his body tensed up. It wasn't long after that Havok let out a loud whinny as he felt himself climax, the crowd going wild as heard that he had won.

The prize for such a thing was that Havok's jockey was allowed to finish while the other studs and their stallions were told to immediately stop. It didn't take much for the dragon to get pushed over the edge either, the stallion able to feel his rider fill up his tailhole with his seed. As the two panted and waved Santer walked over and presented both of them to the crowd as the winners, then after Brightside dismounted the two walked back to the locker room where Santer proceeded to remove the gear. The second the last of it was taken off his body Havok found himself reverting back to his normal dragon form while the still-leather one gave him a deep kiss and squeeze on the rear as thanks for being such a good horse.

Once Havok had changed back Renzyl took him to lunch, then proceeded to walk with him to what he said was the last stop of the day before he had to go. While the thought that his time was coming to an end was sad for the dragon, he was intrigued to see what he had saved for last. To his surprise it appeared to be some sort of smoker's lounge. When they walked in the air had wisps of different colored smoke in it, though it didn't have that same burn that one normally got when walking into such an area. As they continued their way in they were suddenly met with a jackal whose body seemed to fluctuate in form slightly as he looked at the two with glowing, golden eyes.

"Welcome to my humble den," the jackal said as he held out a hand to shake Havok's. "I'm so glad that Renzyl decided to make my stop one of the few that you would be able to experience. Here I have set up something special for you and a few others."

"I'm really not sure about this," Havok said as they began to walk down one of the hallways, the dragon looking in to several of the room to see several other patrons as they smoked various items and exhaled colored smoke. "I'm not really one for this kind of thing."

"This isn't like actual smoking," Tarien reassured. "It's my metaphysical delivery system for my powers. Normally I could just swirl around you and take your form or possess you, but what's the fun in that? It's all about the experience, and I think you'll definitely enjoy this one. After a little while the effects of my power will dissipate and it'll be like nothing happened, just like everyone else's power."

Havok still wasn't sure, especially when he got to the room in question and saw three others around a large hookah that sat in the middle of a table, all of them equally as naked as he was. They quickly introduced themselves as Tarien got everything set up, one a male human named Issac who gave him a wave, a tigress named Allison who smiled at Havok, and a huge minotaur named Carl who just had his arms folded over his beefy chest. Once Havok had a seat Tarien gave them each a small attachment to the hookah in the middle of the room. He instructed for one person to take a hit, then for the next one to do it and so on.

"I have a very special concoction that I've loaded up for you guys," the jackal said with a wide grin. "It's called Liquid Lunar Lunacy, something I've developed for a group settings such as this one. Now initially after the first hit you may feel a little lightheaded, but it'll pass after a while and then you can enjoy the full experience. Have fun you four."

Both Renzyl and Tarien then left the private lounge area and closed the curtain, giving them complete privacy as the four looked at each other. "Well... who wants to go first, I guess?" the human asked as the others looked around to see who would be brave enough to go first. With a snort the bull declared he would take the first try and breathed in deeply with the metal nozzle in his maw. Once he was done he pulled it out and held it for a few seconds before breathing out the rich black smoke, which perfumed the air with the smell of the deep woods and other earthy scents.

"So what did you think?" Havok asked as the tigress went next. "You feel anything?"

"Nothing at the moment," the minotaur grunted.

"I think I already feel something," Allison replied after she had breathed out the smoke herself. "My chest feels warm, but not in a bad way. Like I had just soaked myself in a warm bath but only in my chest."

To the others' surprise her free hand drifted up to her perky breast and began to tease her nipple as she bit her lip. The effect of the vaporized liquid seemed to have increased her libido as she continued to touch herself. It caused the human to pause, but a grunt and glare from the minotaur prompted him to take his turn. At first it didn't appear that it had affected the bullish man at all, but as Havok looked at him he slowly saw the thick rod of the other male begin to throb and stiffen.

Before the dragon could ask anything, though, he was suddenly made aware that it was his turn and he quickly took the apparatus he was given and breathed in. He only meant to take a little bit, but as soon as the vapor hit his lungs he felt his eyes widened slightly. Much like what the tigress had exclaimed it was like it had begun to warm his lungs outward as he continued to breathe in. When he had as much as his chest could take he pulled out the nozzle and breathed out a thick plume of blackness.

As Carl eagerly took his next turn, Havok began to feel the effects of his hit. His head began to swim slightly as everything grew slightly distorted, but instead of any worry or panic all he could feel was arousal. As the warmth spread he found his own free hand drifting down his chest and towards his groin as it began to stiffen. When he realized what he was doing he stopped himself, but when he looked back up he saw the minotaur had no qualms about opening stroking himself in public as the tigress took her hit.

"You know just because we're naked doesn't mean you have to do that," Allison said once she had taken her hit, black vapor still coming out of her mouth as she spoke as her eyes widened. "I mean... whoa... now I feel it. What is this, some sort of libido enhancement drug?"

"I think it's something more than that," Havok said as he motioned towards the bull. Issac had just taken his hit when the hose nearly fell out of his mouth as he saw the bigger male begin to grunt, more of the black smoke coming out of his muzzle as it began to shrink. The bovine's seed also began to darken as his cock began to slim down and lose its flared head for a more canine member as he continued to stroke. As Havok watched with wide eyes he heard a low growl and looked to see Allison growl at him and tell him to take his turn, her rounded ears becoming pointed as her snarl revealed pointed fangs.

Havok slowly put the metal implement to his mouth just as he saw the human begin to pant, his own cock turning black as his nose as it mutated into a more canine appearance. Carl began to growl as well as he eyed up the transforming tigress next to him, the female licking her lips as her orange and white fur began to turn as black as the stripes that adorned them. At the same time the bull had retained most of his musculature, his form only shrinking slightly as a thick black pelt replaced his bull hide. There was another snarl, this time from the human as his face was now completely lupine in nature and black fur began to spread out down his neck.

The dragon immediately took a deep breath from the hookah himself, letting it fill his lungs before he coughed and let it all back out. He was about to tell Carl it was his turn once again when he suddenly felt smoke enter his lungs, but this time in the form of the former human's lupine muzzle as he kissed him. When he looked to the other two as well they had also begun to kiss one another, realizing that they now all were producing the black smoke they had all imbibed. Even Havok began to feel it expel from his own mouth as he once more felt a pair of ears grow from his scaly scalp while black fur cascaded down it.

"We were told that you were a special guest here," the former minotaur said with a grin as he began to move over to him, his ropy bull tail fluffed out into a wolf tail while he and the tigress moved towards him. "Now we're going to make sure your time here is very, very special. You're one of our pack now."

Pack? Havok thought to himself as he felt his scales get replaced with black fur the other wolves began to converge on him, the smell of the woods growing stronger as the largest of them grabbed Havok and pulled him up off the couch. The transforming dragon wiggled and squirmed against the furred body of the stronger male until he realized that it was just to allow Allison to wiggle underneath him. He found himself growling in approval as the female werewolf spread open her legs for him. As soon as she was ready the alpha of their pack lowered him back down on top of her.

The corrupted female wrapped her legs around Havok as his hips spread them open and felt her clawed fingers rake down his chest to spur him to fill her sex with his cock. It was a request he was more than happy to oblige as he shuddered when his tapered tip penetrated between her equally sensitive folds. At the same time, though, he felt an opening of his own start to get spread open, a low growl of approval rumbled from the bigger werewolf behind him as the thick member began to slide into him.

Havok began to pant in pure lust as he was caught in the middle of two rutting werewolves, his instincts firing into overdrive of the need to both breed and be bred. It felt... natural, like this was his place in life as the pushing inside him of the other werewolf caused him to go deeper into the female below. He saw the female below him with a blissed out expression on her muzzle as her hands went from his chest to her own breasts, one of them grabbing the former dragon's hand and putting it on her nipples as well. With the newfound strength given to him by his transformation he was easily able to hold himself up, though the vision of her face was suddenly blocked by a furry groin.

When the sandwiched male looked up he was greeted with a bright red cock that nearly slapped him in the muzzle, the rest of the pack clearly wanting to make sure every sexual pleasure zone of him was covered. With his lust running high Havok was eager to oblige, opening his maw to allow the thick rod of flesh into it. He heard the werewolf howl as his lips began to bob up and down on it, though his attention was also split between his own tailhole and cock that were being equally pleasured. As their orgy continued Havok once again began to feel light headed and his body felt like he was being pulled in three different directions, and not just from the sex as everything began to go dark with only the feelings of his stimulation remaining...

When Havok was able to see again he realized that he had stopped thrusting, though as he looked down he realized the perspective was off as he stared at the cloud of black smoke in front of him. It seemed to be getting absorbed into him, but when he looked down he noticed that he now had an extremely ripped physique, and as he glanced around he saw the other two werewolves frozen in their tracks as well with their eyes a uniform black in nature and a similarly-colored vapor pouring out of their maws. Not only that, but strangely Havok could... feel the other two, as though he could sense what the other two were experiencing just the same as he reached out at the other male...

...and suddenly his perspective shifted. He now stared at the thickly-muscled werewolf and the lithe female beneath him before he looked down at his own cock. Finally his mind connected the dots that he had somehow possessed all three of them, and in turn could feel what one or all of them felt. Right now, though, all they felt was pure lust towards one another, and now that their primary means of relief had been taken from them, they set their sights on one another. Havok then realized the only reason they hadn't moved yet was because not only did he possess their bodies but their minds as well, which meant that it required him to let them off the leash so they could do what they wanted.

When he did the effect was instantaneous, Havok immediately felt both male and female pleasure from his counterparts as Carl took the position he had been in before and buried his cock into her willing snatch. At first Issac was about to spit-roast the female before Havok tweaked his intentions and went up to the bigger male instead. The former dragon started to feel the buzz of power as he coerced the normally dominant male to open his maw and begin to suck on the werewolf in front of him. It took him a bit to get the hang of it, but eventually he was able to experience all the werecreatures' pleasure at once or take control of one directly. The one thing he knew, though, was that he could continue to stoke their libidos, something that he was very keen on doing while he still had the ability...

After several rounds with one another the effects of the smoke wore off and just as Havok had exited their bodies to reform and they were about completely transformed back Renzyl came back in and told Havok to follow him. As the last of the ethereal fur coalesced into scale he thanked the others and followed the rubber dragon, describing what had just happened to him. The two continued to talk as they rode the elevator back up to his room, and once they entered it dawned on Havok how much of his stay here he had already passed.

"Man, I can't believe that it's already halfway through the week," Havok said as he shook his head. "Where does the time go?"

"Well they do say that time flies when you're having fun," Renzyl replied with a smirk. "So to hear that makes me happy. Hopefully you enjoy these next three days as much as your first four, though I have a feeling that you certainly will..."