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Erakir straddled his mark's hips, while tugging off his purple jacket. The wolf underneath him was certainly bigger than him, but was pretty average for his species' height. The male was a mix of black and white, with dark fur covering most of his body. White started under his chin, and Erakir stroked over the soft fluff, following it down, to where it reached the canine's groin.

His small hand squeezed and rubbed over the wolf's sack, squeezing gently at those orbs, while the foreskin covered tip throbbed, reaching up to tap against the moogle's inner thighs. It was a pretty decent dick; a good length, perhaps a touch on the thin side, with your standard light pink/skin coloring one would expect from a human-like length. His hands dipped down further, briefly rubbing over the wolf's black outer thigh fur. His eyes flicked back up to his... partner's face, looking at the white dots lined up above the canine's eyes. Certainly an interesting coloring pattern.

The wolf was laying back in the bed and blushing, embarrassed about the situation, but enjoying it enough to go along with the moogle. Erakir thought it was interesting, since the wolf had been so adamant just a few minutes ago that men weren't his thing, and yet, here he was, half hard after a few touches. His jacket hit the floor, and next, he unwound his yellow and white striped scarf, letting that, and soon after, his shirt, hit the floor with them. He wouldn't be needing them any more after this.

He was filled with a bubbly, excited energy, knowing he was close to fulfilling his dream. Others might think he was crazy, but he didn't care. He knew what he wanted, and he'd put in the work to make this a reality. The last, missing part of his plan was a willing host- but it seemed like he wasn't going to be able to find one of those. It was an amazingly awkward thing to ask, and all of his close friends had denied... Though, some did find the idea hot. In the end, he decided, if he couldn't find someone who wanted to take him in, well, he'd just find the first guy he could bone and just go through with it. Whether Wolffy here wanted it or not, he was getting an upgraded dick.

Magic truly was a wondrous thing, to allow him to go through with this. The canine's dick was getting more insistent, rubbing up between his cheeks, smearing his fur with a few drops of warm pre. Erakir smiled down at his soon-to-be host, and placed both hands on the male's chest, while he moved his hips up and down. His soft fur and rump rubbed against that strengthening member, the tip poking and rubbing over the moogle's cheeks and taint.

His own dick was hard, pointing up from his groin above some modest nuts, but that was hardly his concern right now. Once his quarry was nice and hard, Erakir sat back, lodging that dick between his pump ass cheeks, letting it pulse and throb while he reached for a pair of discarded pants. Erakir fantasized about being that throbbing length, and his chest felt tight with excitement, his heart beating fast.

He pulled out a thin vial, full of a clear substance. It was just plain lube, enough for Erakir to easily take that member. He didn't need much, after all, just enough to get that length all the way in him. The bed shifted and creaked beneath them as Erakir lifted himself up, turning around to plop his backside back down upon Wolffy's stomach, the wolf letting out a soft yelp. With a swish and a pop, the cork of the vial fell to the ground. Erakir felt one of the wolf's paws pushing gently at his side, and the man under him seemed to mumble something about stopping, but there was no way he was quitting now. Slick lube pattered down onto the wolf's hooded member, making him shiver and squirm underneath the pushy moogle.

Erakir poured the last bit of slick lube unto his palm, and then firmly gripped the cock in front of him, watching it jerk in response. It was a beautiful thing to him, covered in shiny lines of pre and lube, pulsing strongly. He tugged down on the cock, watching as the foreskin drew back to reveal a sensitive tip, and his own member ached at the thought that that would soon be him.

Hungry eyes watched that length as he pumped it up and down, spreading that lube all over. One finger rubbed around that foreskin, getting slick fluid stuck under the hood, drawing out a groan from the wolf under him. He raised his rear up, using those lubed fingers to ring around his hole, for just a moment. Once he was ready, Erakir scooted forward, positioning himself above Wolffy's pink member. He lowered his hips, that tip finding its mark easily. He drew in a shaky breath, before plunging himself down, his hole clenching and squeezing around that cock, feeling the bell-end top make its way in. Erakir let out a satisfied sigh as he sunk down, taking in every inch of that length, until his ass was firmly, irrevocably planted on that groin. Well, technically he could still pull off... Not that he would. Erakir cast a spell, fingers letting out arcane wisps or magic, his mouth flying through the spell as he signed the appropriate sigils. He felt a sharp tingle and jerk in his gut, and knew there was no going back now.

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Wolffy's face burned with embarrassment. What in the world was he doing here? Never in all his years did he imagine that he'd be having sex with a guy, but... The little moogle had been so pushy, so eager. Was he just really hot to the critter? Something about it made him get naked, and well, here he was, with the man firmly planted on his cock. It had felt good, fitting inside, but now... They were just kinda sitting there. He'd heard the moogle muttering something, but he hadn't made out a word of it, with that hole clenching around him.

After a minute of the moogle sitting on him, occasionally adjusting, the wolf hadn't felt his erection flag. But it was starting to get awkward. Was this how dudes usually did it? He imagined a lot more thrusting. "S-so..." He said quietly, watching as the moogle's pompom bounced in the air, face turning just a bit to indicate that he'd heard the wolf. "What's your name?" Might as well be polite.

"Doesn't matter," the moogle said. "Just hold still. Nn... I can feel it."

Wolffy hoped the guy could feel his cock... He was all the way in there, after all. Oddly enough, Wolffy was starting to feel more than just his cock. For some reason, it was like he could feel the moogle's insides. Clenching, squeezing, shifting. The short moogle inhaled, and Wolffy felt his muscles pull and contract.

Something was definitely weird here. "W-what are you doing??" he asked, urgency spiking in his voice.

"Nothing you need to worry about. It's all in good fun," the moogle replied, which only server to scare the wolf further. He sat up, drawing his legs behind him, forcing the moogle to fall on his face, blue pompom smacking against the bed, his small bat wings fluttering a few times.

Wolffy tried to pull out, but was only met with pain, skin stretching until it hurt. He slapped his thighs back up against Erakir's, shuddering. "Oh, god.." He looked down, past the moogle's large ears and soft mop of blue hair, over the blue bat wings sticking out of his back, and further down the creamy white fur... Until he saw the male's ass, proving that the man was well and truly joined to him, Wolffy's pink cockflesh seemingly leaking out from around the moogle's hole, spreading out. Wolffy sat back, eyes wide with shock.

"Ungh... I told you to stay still," the moogle rumbled. He sounded more disappointed than angry, lifting himself up with his short arms. "Yeah, yeah. We're stuck, I know. Don't worry, you're getting the better end of the deal."

Wolffy's ears folded back in confusion, tail tucking between his legs. "I don't... understand."

He could see veins growing, inching up Erakir's body, while his midsection started to look closer to a tube than someone's torso. His belly was rounding out, back sticking up just a bit more, as firm flesh grew and replaced what he had been. The moogle's legs were drawing together, Wolffy saw, and he reached out to touch them. He was surprised when he recognized the texture from years of jerking off. The moogle's fur felt just like his ballsack!

"What's not to get? I get to be a dick, you get to have a monster dick. Every man wants to be bigger, right? Well, you're getting bigger." Erakir patted his changing legs, squeezing at them, which made Wolffy suck in a breath. They felt way more sensitive... He had to check his, too. He reached down, rubbing over a second set of fuzzy orbs. They were there, but were quickly joining together with the larger pair that the moogle's lower half was turning in to.

"But... What if I don't want you to be my... dick?"

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Erakir rolled his eyes as the wolf kept on pestering with questions. Couldn't he see that this was a favor? It's not every day that someone would come by and willingly become your dick, after all. He ignored the wolf for a moment, just leaning over to watch as his midsection swelled, his 'legs' entirely covered by the soft, white fuzz of the wolf's fur, orbs hanging heavy in that sack. Drool leaked from his mouth, and he fantasized that it was pre, leaking already. He wasn't quite there...

The wolf whined from behind him, and Erakir looked up from his cockbase, for a moment. "It's too late for that. You're just going to have to deal with it. I'm your cock now, it'll be better for both of us for you to just accept it and start jerking me off." The moogle's hands touched against his chest, and his back arched, shuddering at the feeling. It was definitely most sensitive, his skin changing textures, even before the fur sloughed away. It was starting to move, smoother against a slowly firming inner core, bunching up here and there.

He rubbed at himself harder and harder, encouraging the change to take more and more of him. Their shared nuts throbbed and churned, and his midsection began to grow taut. His own penis had withdrawn into his groin, and a clear outline of their urethra pushing up and over what used to be his pelvis from where it had been, now forming the thick tube that made an outward curving bulge that stuck up from his belly. "Ffffuuuuck! I want to feel your pre pouring from my lips already. So hot!" His little grabbers squeezed and tugged at that cumtube, willing it to spread further.

"Don't say that!!" Wolffy complained from behind him, making the moogle shake his head, pompom bouncing and waggling in the air.

"Dude, stop being such a buzzkill. You're just along for the ride. Enjoy it." His stomach gurgled, and Erakir moaned out as another inch of him became cockflesh. He could tell that he was shrinking down, bit by bit, and that was fine with him. However hot being a massive log of fuckflesh would be, it'd make it super hard to do most of the things he wanted to do as a cock; namely getting stuffed in tight holes.

More than half of the moogle was pure cock, now, and he was a beauty. Perfectly thick from the waist down, webbed with veins both thin and thick, he knew he was turning into the cock he wanted to be. The girthy curve and hot, throbbing feeling welling up from deep inside him made him wish he still had his own cock, just so he could get off one more time.

Erakir was starting to find it hard to move, as more and more of his muscles were claimed by Wolffy's growing length. He could feel that firm core tugging him back into his rightful place as he tried to move. Of course, he had to feel it as every mote of his flexibility was stolen from him. He flexed and turned, rotating his upper torso from one side to the other, feeling himself being able to move just a bit less every time. His arms were sticking to his 'belly,' flesh joining them together so that they couldn't move any more, either.

He rocked himself up and down, enjoying it as he felt that hardness become more insistent, yanking him back into a slightly curved position. Then, a strong pulse rolled through him, Wolffy yipping behind him. His whole body tensed up tight, becoming rock hard, and he felt his stomach swell out. The change seemed to rush up him for a second, and the moogle was confused. He didn't do that. What... oh.

He fell lax for a moment, as his host stopped flexing him. It came again, this time with an accompanying gush of hot, canine pre filling his mouth. "Glrrrr.....!" He let it drool out with an appreciative groan, soaking his chin and chest.

"I can't..." the wolf behind him panted, "Can't stop."

"Don't!" Erakir yelled back, his voice tinny and slurred. He bobbed up and down, realizing now just how smaller he'd gotten. The bed and walls looked huge, and his form shifted and smacked against the bedding as Wolffy got to his knees.

Erakir's body seized up again, bouncing and going firm as Wolffy continued to exercise his newfound control over his cock, another hot spurt gushing free from the moogle's throat, staining the bedding beneath him. One of Wolffy's hands grabbed onto him, squeezing tight around his base as hot pre leaked out from his head, running over his thinly furred chest, and on down over his urethral bulge, to wetly spread against those fingers.

"No, no, make it stop!" The wolf said, his voice quite loud to the small moog-cock. "T-turn back!" he begged, while Erakir's pompom waved about, Wolffy's hand making his length jerk.

"No way! I'm loving this!" The cock was pulled, pointing up, getting a nice view of Wolffy's distressed face. This gave him an additional benefit- now that he was pointing up, when the next jet of pre came, he spread his mouth wide, letting it go right through, shooting into the air above him, clear liquid sparkling in the light of the room, before it fell back on his face, drenching him. A cock's tip should always be covered in pre, after all.

Erakir felt a tight, hot presence around his neck, and realized that the wolf's foreskin must be growing in. He couldn't wait for the hot, clingy blanket of flesh to cover him up.

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Wolffy wished he knew more about magic, about anything that could help him out. This moogle was fading into him, disappearing more and more by the second! He'd shrunk down, but was still so large and heavy between his thighs. Wolffy's hand couldn't even fit around the full girth, his cock's... head hung down heavily, nearly to his knee.

He was in full-on panic mode, trying to find any way to make this all stop, but he couldn't think of a single way. This definitely wasn't anything he was knowledgeable about... And now he saw his foreskin starting to return, bunching up around Erakir's head, which was spitting out his pre every few seconds. He readjusted his grip, and shuddered, tail flicking behind him. Why did it feel so good? His cock was so much fatter now... That pre was so slick, too, it made it hard to keep his hand from slipping, moving up and down along the lower half of his shaft.

The hooded skin began to overtake the moogle's head, and Wolffy reached up to pull it back down, slick pre smearing over the flesh as he tugged on it. His finger rubbed over the bottom of the cock's head, and he saw the moogle's eyes roll up in pleasure, as another messy, wet spurt drooled out. "No, no no..." he muttered to himself.

His hand slipped and his foreskin rushed forward, overtaking most of Erakir's face, covering most of his chin and hiding those eyes and ears under thick skin. He quickly pulled it back down, only to show that the back of the moogle's head was turning into that traditional, rounded ridge of a human cock. He felt the pleasure spike through his body, and he knew he was close. His hips started to move without his consent, primal instincts taking over.

They pulled back, bunching up that foreskin, taking over Erakir's head once more. His blue pompom got caught in the roll of skin, bunching up with it. When Wolffy thrust forward, it was no longer there, turned into fat foreskin and slick juices. He pumped back and forth, and his nose and mouth were gone, turned into a cumslit leaking slimy pre.

Wolffy gasped, his hips retreating, his foreskin wrapping right around the moogle's face, covering it up entirely until it bunched around his slit, hot pre spurting inside and falling in wet, sloppy globs and lines to the bedding. The foreskin retreated again, and only Erakir's eyes and a splotch of fuzz remained, the rest just a big, red, hard cocktip.

Foreskin rolled over his cock one more time, and when he pulled back, Erakir's face was erased, turned entirely into a monster dong. Wolffy's body shuddered again, and he let out a sad moan... But he could feel an orgasm rising in him, churning in his balls, ready to come out. It only took two more thrusts, before he put all his power into a final push, his hands squeezing tight around his length, needing both to keep control of it.

Throb, pulse, and splurt! The first rope of goopy wolf cum splattered wetly onto the blanket below, followed by another, and another... He clenched his toes as he rode out his orgasm, hands giving his length slow, tight pumps as he egged it on. It felt like he came for a full minute, cumming out the mass he'd stolen from the moogle, hot wolf jizz absolutely soaking the bed. By the time he was done, there was a massive puddle, seeping into the bed below.

As soon as he could think again, Wolffy was scared to death. How could he explain this? He'd have to leave! What if people noticed that he was the only one that left the room? Oh, god. He stuffed himself back into his shirt, and yanked on his pants, his larger nuts and cock spilling out the front, over the tie that'd keep it closed. He didn't want to inconvenience his dick by just stuffing him in... But he couldn't go around with him hanging out. So, the wolf shoved his barely-softened dick down one pants leg, making quite the bulge, and tied it up. He gathered the moogle's jacket, scarf, and pants, and took off.

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Two days later, Wolffy woke up from his slumber, to a sticky and wet bed. Lines of semi-dried spooge coated his belly and chest, and a pool of cum was wet and cool along his right side. He didn't need to look down to know that his cock was laying over his right thigh, hard enough to be a problem, but still floppy. Smaller spurts of pre came every so often, running down the tip of his cock, hitting his thigh and running down. His entire room stunk of sex and cock, and Wolffy hadn't found any way to get rid of it. Opening the window would only let the world know what was going on...

He felt guilty, worried, stressed, and so damn horny. He just couldn't get satisfied. It felt like he hadn't been fully soft since the moogle got turned into his cock. He'd been ready to go and throbbing just an hour after his first explosive climax. But, he also didn't want to jerk off... Using this guy as his cock was demeaning! Wolffy still had to find a way to reverse this, but how?

His length throbbed angrily, and a larger spurt of pre hit the wall next to his bed, staining it further.

At this point, his cock was close to putting him out of job and home. He couldn't work with it... Being like this. Yesterday, he went out to pick up some food, and he was sure his cock was a rigid outline in his pants. He couldn't tear his eyes away from other people's bodies, though. Whatever had happened with the moogle made him insatiable; every ass was wonderful, every set of breasts inviting, every mouth wet. They'd all look good stretched or stuffed with his cock.

He shook the sex-clouded thoughts out of his mind. There was no way he was going to just... Use another person for his pleasure like that. He climbed out of bed, his cock slapping on his other thigh, hanging chubbily in the air, arcing out and down. He wasn't hard enough to stick out, but it was more than enough to make it flop heavily, pre flowing out slowly. It ached... He wanted to cum so bad.

Wolffy worried about the moogle that'd vanished, and given him this constantly needy, heavy member that he couldn't fit into any clothes. Was he still there? What was he thinking? Why did he do this? These questions plagued his mind during the day. He had to go to work today, though. Missing any more put him at serious risk of just losing his job entirely, and he had to get some income. So, he put on some tight pants and his work shirt, munched on some breakfast, and left.

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Erakir was getting frustrated. It was like he was the only one who wanted to get off! He could still see, somewhat. It was hard when the foreskin rolled over his face, but when it was peeled back, the spell he'd cast let him get a good view of what was going on. Not that his host really touched him. The past couple of days consisted of him being filled to the brim with lust, feeling his head pulse and body throb. He didn't think he'd ever stopped leaking pre.

The only time he got any release was when it was night time, and the wolf was asleep. Erakir would thicken up and stand proud above the wolf, driving him into wet dreams until the cock came, but it never felt like a true release. Even after pumping out a hefty load, he felt stuffed. This wasn't why he became a dick! He wanted to get used. He used what limited power and control he had to twitch and leak inside the wolf's tight pants.

It wasn't bad being stuck in here- some people may have complained about being stuck in tight, hot pants that often squeezed him the wrong way, but it was just another part of being a dick to him, and that made it hot. He should be stuffed in pants. It was sexy to think that he was so big that the pants could barely contain him.

Wherever Wolffy was, he was standing still for a long time. The lewd thoughts of being crammed into pants and underwear, and the resulting bulge made him leak even more, the cloth growing wet around his head. He throbbed harder, and felt his cloth prison grow tighter. He inched out further, leaving behind a wet, slimy trail. His foreskin got stuck, and he could see the tight lines of fabric squeezed tight to his head. Liquids gushed, and his sight got blurry, musky wolf pre covering his tip.

It came as a surprise when, suddenly, the pants were undone, and he flopped out into the open, free and firm. Without the cloth constricting him, he rose to full erection in moments, foreskin covering his sight even as pre splurted out to splatter on the ground.

A paw shakily, tentative closed tight around his upper middle section, and Erakir throbbed happily. Finally! It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he'd take jerking off over nothing. Wolffy pulled back on his skin, and the world was shown to Erakir again. He was pointed under a desk, over what looked like a hastily assembled pile of rags. He watched as the fabric grew dark with a shot of pre, his body quivering with pleasure as the canine jerked him off.

The first few strokes were slow and tentative, but then it picked up. There wasn't much to watch, with him just bouncing up and down, making a mess, but it felt wonderful. He gave in to the pleasure, spurring Wolffy on, hoping that he finally felt sated. Their balls jostled and bounced beneath him, swaying around while his host picked up the pace. The air felt cool on his slick head, whipping up and down as Wolffy pulled and tugged, devoting both hands to getting him off.

He felt it coming on early. He knew they could last longer, but this was their first time really jerking off. Erakir knew that stamina would come with practice, but he welcomed the feeling. Pressure grew in their balls, and Erakir felt stuffed, like he was full of pre without enough slit to pump it out. His body grew tighter and tighter, until white-hot sexual pleasure flooded him, and hot jizz poured out of him, soaking right through the top few scraps.

Wolffy stroked him slower, while the orgasm dragged on, letting him watch as a few ropes of potent spunk fell to the ground, some sticking to his broad tip. When he was finished, though, the pile of rags was fully saturated, extra cum leaking out around to make quite the mess, the scent of it permeating Wolffy's workspace. Erakir just felt proud at putting that out, but wouldn't it be better if there was more? Reduced to a maddening half-chub, he hung while the jizz cooled on his face. He already wanted another...

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Day six.

Wolffy simply couldn't come enough. He only made it through work when he took hourly breaks to drain his nuts, having to leave and find various places to wank one out. He tried keeping it inside the shop the first two days, but it only took a few hours before the shop smelled like his musk. So he went out, towards a park, finding a shady spot there to eke out another load. It worked, until people started wondering about the smell there. He went to restaurant, using their bathroom, into a dark alley, and a couple other places, trying to spread it out so that no place got too tainted. He had given up on his home at this point. His bed would never have another scent, because it was stained with layer after layer after layer of semen. The entire house reeked, but thankfully his neighbours hadn't complained. At least he had a drain he could jerk off into, letting his cum run down there, keeping it at bay. It still didn't help when he came in the middle of the night.

He wanted to feel bad for the man who turned into his dick, but he was just getting angry, now. This moogle was ruining his life, and he couldn't spare the time to look into removing this curse, because his cock needed to get off so much. He couldn't handle it all; there was never a time where he felt sated. He had spent hours just jerking off, cumming at his home, without feeling any closer to being normal.

Hell, it was what he was doing now. His fat cock lazily spurted the remnants of his latest orgasm into his bathroom drain, and he looked outside, spying the folded jacket and scarf he'd kept for the moogle. They were far too small for him, but he still hoped he'd be able to give them back.

Wolffy jerked as someone knocked on his door, his ears and tail drooping. Sheesh, they were finally coming about the smell.

He shook his cock, and stood up, grabbing a towel to drape over his front. He went for the door, cock flopping from thigh to fluffy thigh, and opened it up partway, squinting through the crack to see who was there. Interestingly enough, it was a fox; she was short, and dressed in a typical black and white maid's outfit. Her breasts were nice, pulling at the fabric at the top, hot enough to make his cock twitch. His eyes ran down her body, over curvy hips and slim legs, only barely noting that she had two tails.

"Er... Hi," he said awkwardly, while she smirked at him.

"Hi. You must be, uh... Him. Can I come inside?"

His breath quickened as she spoke, his cock suddenly coming to life. Seemingly at the sound of her voice, his cock inflated, going from his normal post-orgasm semi-flaccid to raging in a few seconds, spiking the wolf with lust once more. "I don't th-think that's the best idea," he huffed.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, his eyes widening in surprise. She pushed on the door, and he stumbled back, the little fox quickly making her way in, shutting his door behind her. Once the lock clicked, she turned around, just in her eyes. There was little to leave to the imagination, for Wolffy was completely naked, half of his cock hidden behind a hanging towel. "He finally went through with it. He told me it was about time."

She advanced while he stammered, retreating until his back hit the wall. She tugged the towel away, leaving him standing there with his cock at attention, pre running down its bulging underside to drip down his balls. "Y-you knew him?" he asked, as she sunk down to her knees. Embarrassment swelled in his chest, along with a twinge of hope. Maybe she knew how to reverse this!

Of course, that though left his mind as her hot mouth descended over his tip, her small muzzle comically stretching to take in his fat tip.

--

His hearing may have been muffled by foreskin, but he knew that voice still, her quiet words instantly making him perk up. Finally! He'd set up a few contingencies, just in case his host-to-be had been an anti-social shut-in. He knew what she was here for, and damn, he was ready. He strained out of Wolffy's groin, his base feeling taut. He felt them moving, and some words were exchanged, but he was hard and ready.

Hot breath washed over him, and he let out an excited spurt of pre, as her tongue touched his head, rubbing against his saggy foreskin. Lips sealed around his head, and as her head pulled his foreskin back, he got to see a barely-lit inner maw, ridged palate and wet, hungry throat growing bigger by the second. Spit dripped on him as she worked to take him deeper, the tightness of her lips telling him that she was having a hard time taking him in.

Khloe must have trained a bit, though, because she adjusted quick, and her throat was soon caressing his head, tongue trying to wrap around his body, but only managing to get partway around his girth. His skin was pulled further back by her mouth, teeth dragging around the outer curves of his body. He didn't care. It was too hot for him to be bothered by a little scraping.

Erakir flooded her throat with a giant spurt of pre, and though she managed to swallow it, she had to pull back and gasp, cold air making the cock tingle. She recovered quickly, and he felt her head bobbing. Khloe never took him past his first half, but just the hot tongue and mouth rubbing over his tip was enough.

Her hands grabbed him around the lower middle, needing both to form a ring around his girth, and she started to stroke him quick. He was so long in pleasure, that everything was a blur, his occasional glimpses of sight showing him teeth and lips, hints at the room outside. He felt Wolffy shaking, with the infrequent soft thrust of hips.

Orgasm was rising quick, and as she pulled her hands away and found their heavy, full nuts, caressing and then squeezing them, he felt his body jerk He came hard, cum flooding into her mouth. The poor girl was ill equipped to hand it all, but Erakir wanted to make sure he gave her everything he had. After a few heavy spurts, she had to pull away, but at least she had the decency to tug down on his skin, exposing his head, so he could watch as he gave his old friend a facial.

Creamy, white cum landed in streams over her head, the thick, slimy goo slowly draining off. More and more if it came, until her red and white vulpine face was properly coated. She opened her maw wide, putting on a slutty expression, begging for more.

--

The sticky, coated fox girl gave his cock a few more pumps, letting the last couple spurts hit her tongue, so she could swallow it down. His chest heaved, Wolffy panting heavily as she pulled back with a smile, taking a moment to turn his length this way and that, inspecting his veins, running a finger up his cum-tube. She pulled back his foreskin, exposing his full head, giving it a quick smooch right on the lips.

Unlike after most masturbation sessions, he wasn't flagging at all. But he may as well try to get some questions in, now. "W-why?" he asked, blinking down at her. "Why did he do this? Why me? How do we stop it?" He continued to ask, and she pulled away. She started to walk away, and he followed, waking behind her swaying tails. "How do I stop it from being so horny all the time? Will it ever end?"

He paused as she reached his bed, nose twitching. She turned her head, giving him a sultry look, before bending over, and hiking up her skirt. Her ass looked perfect to him, right then, and he groaned out loud. Fuck, he was still so horny, and she was so... Inviting. She had on a pair of white panties, which clung tight to her cheeks, and her puffy slit. It looked swollen, and the cloth around it was soaked right through, feminine arousal dripping off.

He could see her pink lips behind the cloth, those panties clinging tight enough that he could make out the outline of her clit and all. He felt his cock bidding him forward, nuts churning with need. He couldn't refuse this. One shaky, black hand pulled her wet underwear to the side, as he stepped up behind her. His monstrous tip pressed to her lips, and he moaned, feeling their heat and wet arousal.

She looked far too small for him. His length must've been about a fourth of her height. But the fox didn't protest, didn't cry or complain as he started to push in her, merely letting out a hot moan of her own. Thankfully, they were both producing enough lube for this, his cock gushing like a geyser, while her own brand of sexual fluids dripped down his member.

It was easier once his head popped in, the broad girth of his length starting to slide in. She was so tight, he wasn't sure that his dick would get the blood it needed. Her walls gripped him like a vice, squeezing the pre from his dick into her depths. He leaned forward, hands grabbing onto her hips as the feral need to breed grew in him. He pumped forward, cock sliding a bit further in, and then snarled as he slammed his length in. It stopped about two-thirds of the way in, but that was still the deepest he'd been in anything since this started.

He leaned over her and growled as the fucking began, his small apartment filling with the lewd sounds of his cock spreading her pussy open. He could feel every thrust in intimate detail- his member, pulled almost all the way out, foreskin bunched tight over his cock head, skin sliding as his firm length and iron-hard tip forged forward. Her hole spread out for him, giving way to his battering ram of a dick, and finally, hilting in her, a few spare inches of cock feeling let out in the cold. She couldn't take all of him, but it was more than enough.

He pounded away at her, her cries and moans loudly filling the room as he fucked her with wild abandon, taking all the rage, stress, and need of the past few days and drilling it into her. It took minutes of raw, animalistic boning until he slammed in, and his cock came again. Waves of fire and needling release washed over his body as his nuts drained. It only took a few spurts for his cum to wash out, pouring out from her cunt and dirtying his floor even more. He emptied himself in her, until, at last, his aching balls finally felt like they'd given everything. His cock pulled out from her with a wet schlop, and Wolffy collapsed on his bed.

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Day fifteen.

Wolffy had discovered, after the day that Khloe, Erakir's friend, came to visit, that only screwing other people seemed to slake his lust. Even though, it only lasted the rest of the day before he was back to his normal, horny self. She had been no help, stating simply that this was what his cock wanted, before leaving, cum coating and all. So now he'd been trying to find people to fuck. Most people wanted him, he found, and all it took was a flash at what he was packing to get them interested.

He pushed a slender snow leopard into his room, slamming the door behind him. "Look," the leopard spoke, a blush on his face. "I swear I wasn't looking. I'm just gonna go!" But the wolf stood in his path, all while pulling off his pants. Erakir swung free down there, tip glistening with his standard slick coating of pre. Wolffy corralled the man closer to his bed, a growl rumbling deep in his throat.

"I know that look. I know you want it. Shuddup and deal with it."

Erakir had forced this on him, and now he was gonna do the same to others. Wolffy ripped free the snow leopard's top, buttons and fabric scraps fluttering across the room. He was pretty hot; lanky, while manly in form, the grey and white cat had stripes covering his abs, leading down over his torso, and spots running over his chest and arms. A fluffy, light tan mane ran around his cheeks and up, where it grew longer, and was pulled back into a messy bun.

Wolffy popped the button on the cat's pants, and quickly tugged them down, revealing a plump sheath, creamy white thighs, and more of those stripes. The leopard's fur grew darker the further down it went, ending with more creamy white on his toes, right under a darker grey. Wolffy flipped him over and licked his lips, loving the sight of the feline's pert ass, his black paws spreading it open to reveal the pink pucker inside.

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Life was really picking up for this cock. Every day they were picking up more and more tail, Erakir getting to enjoy holes of different sizes and textures, rubbing on bodies, faces, and everything. Apparently Wolffy had just needed some coaxing. Khloe had done a perfect job in buttering him up, getting him addicted to the real thing.

He heard Wolffy and his latest lay talking, while he worked himself into an erection. He was gaining a little more control over his form- which was hot, but he still could only do things a dick could. He wasn't one of those prehensile ones, and typically Wolffy was the one controlling when he got fully hard now.. Not to say that he couldn't contribute.

The wolf's familiar paw came down, collecting a spurt of pre, which was quickly jacked along his length, getting him ready for the next orifice. He felt fluffy cheeks and a soft entrance- definitely an ass. Wolffy pulled back, revealing a beautiful sight: two large mounds of firm butt cheeks, white fur along their inside and dark grey on the out, with stripes running between them. A large, fluffy tail was nestled above them, and he got to watch as it plopped down to protest his entry, the top of his length covered in tickly, soft fuzz.

He let out another spurt, and saw that ass jerk up and twitch. His clear pre pooled in the cat's pink star, forming a small puddle. His face was pushed against it, firmer than before, and then he was sinking in. He had only taken a few holes, but even so, he was able to tell the difference between them. A vagina's wet lips leading into tight tunnel was quite different from the firm, resistant anus that clenched oh-so-wonderfully along his length. The way the cat fought and bucked, along with how that tight ring desperately squeezed him, he guessed that it was the feline's first time.

He relished the hot man cave, loving the way the ass seemed to be textured with curves and bumps. Muscles squeezed at him from all angles as Wolffy fucked him deeper. The canine was getting to be quite good at getting them off, knowing just where to screw so that his sensitive head rubbed against their walls.

It was always fun leaving them as a stretched, ruined mess, coated in their jizz. The downtime afterward was nearly as fun. Laying, draped over a thigh, or left to snuggle, half-hard inside someone's hole. It was the closest he got to sleep, and every hazy, warm moment of it was paradise. Becoming a cock was really everything he wanted it to be.

Wolffy was laying hard into this ass, Erakir feeling himself plunging deep, the canine making the cat's hole stretch to take his full length, which was a feat in of itself. It wasn't long until he was hilted deep inside the cat, filling him up with cum.

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Wolffy pulled Erakir free from the snow leopard's cute rump, messy white blotches sticking to his fur. Surprisingly, the cat had a knotted member, like a canine would. His own was a product of his odd ancestry, much as this cat's must have been.

"Knew you'd like it," he huffed. Erakir was ready for more, pulsing and at attention, pearly-white globs slowly drooling off of his length. He flipped the cat over, and climbed atop his bed, straddling his chest. Wolffy loved the embarrassed, blushing, yet aroused face that the cat had, and all he wanted to do was fuck it until he was slackjawed, cum leaking out from spread lips.

Soon, his pink, foreskin covered tip was poking against those reluctant lips, Wolffy easing them open bit by bit, watching as the cat's eyes flicked up to meet his own, worried and confused. The dog gave him an easy, smooth smile, and pushed his hips forward. It took a few minutes, and some gargling here and there, but soon he was all the way in, soft groin and heavy nuts pressed to the cat's chin.

He pulled back, and thrust by thrust, push by push, he increased the pace, until he was fucking that face, the cat's claws clenching into his thighs, holding on for comfort as Wolffy used him, nuts slamming against the feline, battering him underneath the chin with swollen, weighty orbs. He held his length in his new friend's throat, cum pouring into the cat's stomach, until he felt a mercy-tap on his thigh.

Wolffy pulled his cock out, tip coming loose with a wet squelch, as a backlog of cum rocketed out from the cat's throat, splattering over his chest. The dog shook his head, while Erakir painted the cat's face, listening to his gasp. Amateur.

Wolffy's gaze came down to his member, once again. He had only learned the ex-moogle's name from his friend, and in an attempt to make him feel more... Personified, Wolffy had been trying to refer to him by name more often. Even said a few awkward words, here and there, but maybe that was wrong. The more holes he stuffed, and loads he came, the less he thought that Erakir should still be Erakir. Maybe it was time for him to just be Dick.

He couldn't talk, and Wolffy couldn't interact with him. Except for this increased libido, there was no telling he was even there. He clearly wanted it, so as Wolffy lifted the mewling cat's legs, he decided that he'd forget Erakir. There was no more moogle, ex or otherwise, there was just cockflesh.

He spent hours fucking that cat in every way imaginable, fully intent on getting out as much as he could. Day turned to night while he dicked the feline, taking his ass, mouth, thighs, and more, using them to bring himself to orgasm. When he was finally done and sated, the cat was stuck in a stupor, expression vacant and dazed. He'd milked multiple orgasms out of the cat himself, so it was no surprise. He left the glazed cat on the bed, and trotted towards the chair where his cock's clothing was kept. Wolffy grabbed the yellow and white scarf, and wiped himself down, the fabric dark with cumstains. He went to his trash can, peeled back his foreskin, and let his dick watch as he dropped the clothing in. He didn't know if the ex-moogle could see the gesture, but if he could, Wolffy wanted his dick to see that it now part of him, forevermore.