THE PERFECT PAIR

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Jockstraps:Colton Corrupted

Mayor Colton Martinez had barely gotten any rest over the weekend.

When he woke up on Monday morning, it was alone on his single bed. He tilted his head as far as his horns would allow. Across the bedroom with a nightstand between the two beds, the twin of his mattress lay empty; already made with all the sheets meticulously folded and pillows fluffed. Matilda had already gotten up and was likely out with her new friends; those high-society women from Bushland. It was a whole two hours to the next town but apparently that was where all her friends were hanging out. It meant that she had to get up at a ridiculous hour in the morning to get there in time for the breakfasts but she liked it and he wasn't going to hold her back from making new friends and getting the taste of the high life.

That had always been her complaint about Gauymore. There was no class.

He just wished she had at least kissed him goodbye before she left. At least her perfume still lingered in the air as some sign of that she had been here at one point during the night.

Colton sighed and pulled his slightly overweight frame out from beneath the sheets and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. As always, he pulled the black caps from his bedside drawer and slipped them on the tips of his horns, ensuring that they were blunted. It was the reason he and Matilda had to sleep in separate beds despite being married for the past twelve years. Colton tossed and turned in his sleep and that mean he could easily gore his wife if he wasn't careful.

It left him somewhat starved for physical contact. In all the years of their marriage, he maybe had sex with her... twice a year? Once for each of their birthdays. The gap between their beds, their schedules and jobs meant that they rarely saw each other even on the weekends. They never had dinner together, never sat down together to watch TV or even slept at the same time as each other. The past few months had added an even greater strain as she often spent her days in the next town over.

The floor creaked under his hoofed feet and he groggily dragged his 6'1 frame - 6'2'' if his horns were included - towards the adjacent bathroom. Slouched and weary from a sleepless night haunted by stress, he placed his frame in front of the mirror and switched on the lights. The exhausted features of a mid-forties bull stared back at him with sunken, brown eyes and matted, brown hair that had a streak of grey right down the middle. Two blinks at his reflection and he remembered why he had come to the bathroom in the first place.

A shower.

He was always slow until he had a morning shower.

Shuffling towards the shower-bathtub combo, he stripped off his clothes, dumped them on the tiled floor and then stepped into the tub. He gave himself all of a minute before he grabbed the handle and yanked it forcibly towards the 'hot' settings. The blast of cold water struck him like a lightning bolt. Years of being scorned by his wife for screaming in the shower had trained him to swallow his shock, just gnash his teeth together and hold himself tight as the cold waters struck him.

Thankfully, in a place like Gauymore, water heated up quickly since it was hot all the time. The cogs began ticking away in his mind again as he finally began to wake up and the water temperature started rising.

Okay. Today is Monday.

He reached for the soap, lathering a good amount into his hands before rubbing it all over his hazelnut fur. As he was running the suds over the creamier colour on his chest, he started running through his agenda for the day.

Meeting with Darryl at noon. Nothing much for the morning until then. Department wants to meet with me at three. Probably will take me until five.

His body appropriately sudsy, Colton allowed the shower's waters to rinse it off while he grabbed some shampoo for his hair and began massaging the suds into his scalp. Rubbing his skull may have stimulated his brain because he just remembered one other appointment he had to make for that day.

Cameron.

His best friend's words on Saturday evening worried him. One of the many objects of stress that had kept him restless. All of Sunday, he had waited, expecting a call from Cameron to explain his strange behaviour but nothing came. It was not so hard to assume that the poor, overworked wolf had just wanted some time to himself after all the pressure that Colton had been laying on him.

I should get him something nice to apologise.

Colton and Cameron had known one another since elementary school and had been inseparable for the longest time. 'CC' was their nickname as it had been easier to just call them that given how one was rarely ever seen far from the other. When Cameron had moved to study at Harvard, Colton had been heartbroken but he never wanted to stand in his best friend's dreams. They remained in contact, occasionally visited one another and traded stories on the phone. When Cameron had moved back to Gauymore after the loss of his wife, Colton had been there to comfort him. Knowing how his brother-from-another-mother was, he tried to keep Cameron busy to keep the wolf from over-thinking and dwelling on things that he could not change. That was why Cameron had become the impromptu mayoral adviser.

He grabbed some conditioner, squirted it on his hands and began rubbing it into his fur and hair.

Maybe I pushed too hard. Should've done more instead of piling work on him.

The source of his stress could all be pointed to the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance. When the Department had reached out to him seeking to set up a presence in Gauymore with a promise to hire locals and increase industry, he had pounced on the opportunity. Being up for reelection meant that he needed a platform to boost his ratings - though no one ever challenged him out of sheer complacency. Still, he wanted to be a good mayor and revitalising the small desert town with some good government funding seemed to be a great way to do it.

Then the complaints started coming in.

Indecent exposure, lewd behaviour, unsightly appearances and invasive activities that could be construed as spying. Cameron said it was just the people of Gauymore being sensitive to the fact that someone _new_had moved into town and they didn't like that the Department wasn't adapting to their customs. Gauymore may be small but it had its history and traditions. Those that lived here were very adamant about the town's heritage and any change to it could set them off.

But it was still an election year and he was scared he would lose the one job he had in this town after such a royal screw-up. He should have known that the Department would be met with a lot of negative feedback. Now it was all about damage control until the election. Even if he didn't actually oust the Department, at the very least he had to look like he was doing something.

That was why he needed Cameron's help. The Harvard lawyer could certainly find something that could put the Department on the back foot.

Right?

Colton sighed and switched off the shower. He let the excess water drip from his fur for a few seconds before he stepped out of the tub. A quick rub down with a towel and he padded back in front of his mirror, now looking more awake. He threw on a white singlet and a clean pair of briefs which he slotted his thin, whip-like tail through the tail-hole. As always, he _hated_how the tight elastic made his gut so much more pronounced. He wasn't really fat just that where the guys in the Department could be seen as having a 'V' shape and Cameron could be 'pear' shaped, he would just be a solid block, a 'square' shape. No real definition to speak of and no outstanding qualities.

Maybe that was why he was the perfect mayor for Gauymore.

Gauymore, Utah... where nothing special ever happens.

With a sigh, Colton forced his best dazzling smile before getting dressed in his familiar grey suit. He had his polished shoes on his feet a moment later and the bolo ties with the bull-head silhouette around his collar. When he was out the door, he waved to his neighbour, the 70 year-old chipmunk - Chip Morrison - and greeted him a good morning. Chip returned a curtly wave but didn't hide the disapproval in his bespectacled eyes and hunched frame. Chip was one of those people who sent complaints about the Department men over and over again.

He got into his car and began driving.

His mind went back to Cameron. Clearly, his best friend had found something on the Department but decided not to share it until today.

Usually, whenever Cameron found something, he was rushing to Colton to deliver the advice. He never put it off. But on Saturday, he had told Colton to wait until Monday. Admittedly, getting Cameron to work all the way through Saturday was pushing things but that was just their dynamic. That was how CC worked; that was the nature of their symbiosis.

So when Colton parked in the rear of Cameron's small office with the intention of inviting him to breakfast, he got out of his car expecting the worst. He strode around the building and entered through the glass door. The familiar chime rang in his ears but that was where all familiarity ended.

Irina Rhodes was not at the front desk. Instead, there was a huge, hulking wolf dressed in a tank top with his massive, bare feet propped up on the desk, absently curling an eighty-pound dumbbell in one paw, the other arched over his shoulder and watching something on a laptop. By the copper-coloured fur, blonde hair and green eyes, this could have been Liam Stockton but this guy was huge! Colton remembered seeing Liam just a few days ago when he had given the pup advice on how to get the interview with the Department! The boy was short, skinny, slouched!

"Uh..." he began.

The wolf saw him and broke into a grin. "Hey, Mayor Martinez!" He hiked a thumb towards the door. "Go on in. Dad's expecting you."

Dad... That is Liam! But... what...? How...?

Panic shot through him but he remained calm and power-walked through the wooden door marked with the golden plate bearing Cameron's name.

The moment he stepped through, his jaw dropped.

The titan of a wolf rose from behind a desk that he easily dwarfed, a grin crossing his stubbly muzzle.

"Glad you can make it, Colton," Cameron rumbled, gesturing towards the seat in front of him. "Why don't you have a seat? Shut the door."

He was tempted not to so that he would have an avenue of escape but he doubted he would get away with the other beast guarding the other side of the door. So he complied, shutting the door as he crossed the room, gawking at Cameron's massive frame. While not as 'ripped' or 'shredded' as Liam, Cameron was clearly bigger. He had a bit of a gut which was now covered in a thick layer of curly, blonde hairs. It was visible because the wolf wore a collared shirt with _none_of the buttons done and the sleeves rolled up so far up his shoulders that it might as well have been sleeveless! The glasses that had been plaguing Cameron since they were kids were gone giving an uninterrupted view of his brilliant, green eyes.

"Cam..." he gasped. "What... what happened to you?"

"Glad you asked, Colton." Cameron sat back down, his chair creaking in protest. The hulking wolf pulled out a sheet of paper from a pile and pushed it across the table towards Colton. It was an invitation; an invitation to the party held by the Department tomorrow.

Colton's heart sank as his eyes went from the piece of paper to meet his best friend's gaze.

The next words that came from the wolf's mouth froze his heart in fear.

"We joined the Department."

Is that what he wanted to tell me on Saturday? Had he had enough of me trying to push the Department out of town that he just went in the opposite direction?

Is this my fault?

"Cam -" he began.

"Before you say anything," Cameron said, lifting an arm and flexing. His shirt, already with the sleeves rolled up and tightened around his chest, groaned in protest. "It's all a big change but we're still the same. Just a little more. Hell, a lot more than what we used to be."

"This isn't -"

"Natural?" interrupted the massive wolf. "Said the same thing at first. But it turned out for the best. You should join too." There was a twinkle in Cameron's eyes which was followed by a sly wink. "You'd enjoy it."

Colton was not dumb and he certainly wasn't lazy. The purpose of sending the complaint letters to his lawyer and mayoral adviser was for the Harvard graduate to find some legal reason to oust the Department. That was not Colton's forte but he had still read the letters first. So he knew there were complaints about turning the men into beasts, making the guys gay and other bizarre conspiracy-level theories. He had never paid them any mind and considered them the ramblings of bored citizens.

But now...

"Cam -"

"The Department isn't here to hurt anyone," Cameron interrupted yet again. "They're here to make Gauymore a better place to live. No people got hurt in the process and it was our choice. We wanted this."

"But -"

"There are great health benefits too!"

Colton jumped to his feet abruptly. "Stop interrupting me and listen!"

And Cameron did the same, looming over Colton. "No! You_listen!" The big wolf made a slicing motion through the air with his enormous paw. "Cameron Stockton has been pushed around, walked on and dismissed for way too fucking long. He's been told _what_to do, when to do it and _why he can't do anything else." He hiked a thumb against his thick, hairy chest. "Well Cameron 'Ton' Stockton is different. No one, not even you, Colton, is going to tell us what to do. We gave_ourselves to the Department because we don't have to fucking worry about everyone for a change. Now, we get to do what _we want!"

The thunderous tone of Cameron's voice coupled with the guilt that he may not have done what was best for his best friend caused Colton to sink back into his chair. "Cam... I never meant to hold you back..."

The wolf's features softened though he didn't sit back down. "It wasn't anything that you did intentionally. We were just too good at being the sponge that made everyone's problems go away. We kept Eli's garage afloat. We sent Liam to college." He gestured towards Colton. "We kept you in office. Didn't think it was too much until we got a taste of what it meant to be free."

Colton lowered his head in apology. "I really am sorry, Cam. I thought I was helping you; keeping you busy so you didn't dwell on all the shitty stuff that happened to you. You were always the thinker." He let out a soft chuckle, unable to meet his friend's gaze. "I remember when you freaked out about the title of the essay you submitted to Harvard because you thought up of a better way two days after you sent it off. You couldn't get any sleep and you even went so far as to calculate the odds of you getting admitted because the title of your essay was only 'mediocre at best'."

Cameron mimicked his chuckle. "Yeah. We were pretty high strung."

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to calm himself. He had always trusted Cameron to do the right thing so why would this be different? If his best friend, the lawyer and the guy who had never done him wrong in the past seven or so years since he moved back to Gauymore said the Department wasn't so bad, then why doubt him?

Because he gained two hundred pounds in two days, that's why!?

Though admittedly, Cameron probably only gained fifty pounds. The other hundred-and-fifty went from fat to muscle.

A pit in his stomach had formed and more than anything, he wanted someone to hug him, hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. What he wouldn't give to have Matilda there as comfort. He would have _loved_for Cameron to reach over with those thick arms and to hug him, to have that same physical closeness that they used to have back when they were kids.

But can't do that. I'm mayor. I have to be professional.

He reached for the invitation. Such invitations had appeared in the mailboxes of every male resident in town, addressed specifically to the men. Claims of sexism were being thrown around and that was one of the many things he had sent to Cameron to review. Sadly, sexism - even blatant ones - weren't technically illegal. Unethical and frowned upon, yes, but when the public who was protesting your actions was just five-hundred strong and you had the backing of the entire US Government, such outcry fell on deaf ears.

The invitation itself was very well made. Placed on nice, hard white paper, it had a silvery filigree around the edges with a silhouette of the high school building at the very top. Wording was very flowery as well, very unlike an official government document. It started with 'You are cordially invited'.

"So let's start at the beginning," he said. "Exactly what is the Department doing?"

Appearing relieved at his reaction, Cameron sat back down on his suffering chair. "You already know. The Department wants to promote Gauymore from backwater, dead end town where people go to fuck, pump out babies and then die in the hot sun to something more. They're doing that by getting all the guys together and pairing them up with a special artificially created lifeform known as the P3 Symbiont. Without warning, Cameron began undoing the cargo shorts that were wrapped around his massive thighs. Colton immediately bolted to his feet again in surprise which was a mistake as he got a full view of the black, leather jockstrap wrapped around Cameron's massive junk complete with silver harness.

"That?" Colton blurted. "That's your P3 Symbiont?"

"Ton," answered his friend, gently caressing the garment. "We're one now and we couldn't be happier."

This is insane! It's right out of a sci-fi movie! We're being taken over by alien underwear!

"Don't panic, Colton," said Cameron, ever calm and professional. "The P3 Symbionts aren't intelligent to the level of normal people. They're really little more than complicated extensions of our own bodies. Think of them like an organ that you can't control but is part of you." Cameron snapped his fingers as a inspiration struck. "They're your pituitary gland."

Colton refused to sit back down. Every instinct told him to run. "Come again?"

"Just like your pituitary gland, the P3 Symbiont can't be directly controlled but it doesn't do more than its assigned function. It's not a muscle you can flex or a limb you can move but it's part of you and it affects how you think. When you hit puberty, you're horny, your body changes and you see the world in a whole new light. That's the same with the Symbiont." Cameron lovingly caressed the leather jockstrap poking out from the fly of his shorts. "You may think it's invasive but realistically speaking, it's for the betterment of the country."

That explanation and the calm way that Cameron gave it soothed a few of Colton's concerns. His best friend seemed to actually to be enjoying himself and appeared to willingly embrace this change. As long as it was willing and Cameron wasn't being really mind controlled, he wasn't opposed to the idea. It was actually nice to see the wolf happy. The smile on Cameron's muzzle was genuine, the same ambitious light that had driven him away from Gauymore was back and he held himself with a renewed sense of purpose that was infectious.

"I guess I'm not opposed to serving our country," Colton said with a smile. "What's the progress of the infection?"

Cameron lifted a finger and wagged it at him. "We don't use 'infection'. It suggests we're a disease or the Symbiont is hostile. We are integrating ourselves and Gauymore into the program."

That was a good word. Would definitely seem less aggressive and perhaps more people would willingly join the Department.

"What are you doing with the people who don't want to join?" he asked.

"In the initial stages, the 'breeders' as we call them are being relocated to the town of Nicowick. Women are going to Bushland. They're given a very hefty package as part of the move, of course. Similarly, men who live in Bushland are being convinced to move here while those in Nicowick who wish the participate are being moved here. In fact, most of the Department agents who laid out the groundwork here are from Nicowick."

Nicowick was maybe a three-hour drive from Gauymore. It wasn't much better than with a small population of seven, maybe eight-hundred people. Certainly not a ghost town but it was small and consisted mostly of people who, like Gauymore, grew up in the town and just never left. One of those towns where leaving was considered very 'lucky'. It made sense that the three towns were connected under the project as they were fairly close and in similar situations. All in all, the three would have maybe three to four thousand people in total.

"What are you doing about resistance? I mean, not _everyone_can be on-board with this."

"That's why the Department targeted our family first." Cameron lifted a finger. "Liam left town and came back. He has the perspective to be able to help the Department move in and adapt. They got Eli who was a regular working-class-Joe and appeals to the workforce."

"And now they have you who is well-trusted and have my ear." Colton had to give the Department props. They were approaching this very shrewdly. With Cameron in their ranks, they could swipe the mayorship from him if they wanted. Alternatively, they could have fed Colton lies until the majority of the town had been converted. "So what do you plan to do with me now that I'm in the know?"

"You're treating this like an invasion." Cameron crossed his meaty arms. "Colton, if people ask we tell them everything. Everyone is free to leave if they want. They don't have to stay in the three towns. They'll be given something to make them forget about us but there is nothing keeping them here. They will be all given the resources they need to move elsewhere."

Still feels wrong that you're muscling people out of their homes all in the name of progress.

Then again, would've the first time the US Government did that.

"You haven't answered the question," he said calmly. "What do you want to do with me?"

A coy smirk touched Cameron's lips and the wolf leaned forward, resting one arm on the table. "What do you want us to do to you?"

I want you to hold me! I want you to press me against your chest and to lay on the grass like we used to!

Colton shook the thoughts from his head. That was just him craving physical attention again. He wasn't sure if 'us' referred just to Cameron and his Symbiont or the entire Department. There was a strong tugging in his heart, a powerful yearning that screamed to do whatever it took to stay beside Cameron. Losing his best friend once before had been painful especially since he knew that he was being left behind in this dead end down. Opportunity was knocking now but if he didn't choose to stay with the Department, he could potentially lose Cameron again, perhaps even all memory of him. Of course, there was the other part of him which reminded him that he was _still_mayor of Gauymore and he had a wife.

"I've got to do what's right for Gauymore and me," he said evenly. "I can't make a sound judgement until I know more." He levelled his gaze at Cameron. "I've trusted your counsel before. I'll trust you in this as well but yours isn't the only voice I listen to."

Cameron lifted one eyebrow, the lips on the same side twisting upwards in a smirk. "Darryl?"

"Sheriff Darryl Braid," he corrected. "I'd have to see what he thinks as well."

"He'd probably just reject it on the grounds that we're in it."

Probably but if you've always been the foil to Darryl's overzealous law enforcement, he's going to have to be the counter to your... conversion.

"Still," he concluded. "I'm open to hearing about your thoughts before passing judgement."

"Then come to the party tomorrow night," insisted Cameron. "A lot of residents will be there too."

"Getting 'integrated'?"

Cameron grinned shamelessly. "Of course. They've already taken the first step to being changed." He held up a paw. "But let it be known that we don't force people to change. We always ask." He folded back his thumb, leaving four fingers raised. "We ask you four times if you want to join us. You can turn us down any time."

That's pretty generous. Especially since even after integration, you can back out.

"Alright. I'll come to the party."

"Great!" Cameron beamed, rising to his feet. His chair let out a very relieved groan. "You'll be my plus one!"

Why Colton's heart skipped a beat but he wasn't sure if it was because of Cameron's booming voice or the proposition.

"Right. See you then."

He grabbed the invitation and left Cameron's office. Part of him wished he had at least shook Cameron's paw. That one bit of contact would have sustained him throughout the day. Liam waved at him and he could only offer a shaky smile before he walking stiffly back to his car. All sorts of thoughts were flooding his mind; stirred violently with each step he took. When he reached his car, he barely registered the hot, stale air and stared at the invitation for a good, long five minutes.

I have to do what's good for the town.

But if everyone is willingly_joining the Department's project, should I be opposed to it?_

Cameron took no pains to hide his intentions and it was clear the Department wasn't really hiding themselves either, at least not anymore. Even if he did try to blow the whistle on them, this was the US Government he was dealing with and he was the mayor of a tiny town out in the middle of nowhere. He would either be called by a crackpot or just utterly ignored. Maybe submission was the best answer...

No. I've still got Matilda and those who haven't been converted to think about.

They deserve all the facts.

His resolve firmed up, Colton keyed the ignition and drove back to his office. 'Office' was a subjective term as Gauymore's town hall was really just the community centre and his 'office' was the just one of the smaller rooms in the back. He didn't even have an assistant unlike Cameron. Though he had to wonder what happened to Irina...

Colton sat behind his small, metal desk and began rifling through the letters and emails that had been sent to his office. If he was a betting man, he would swear that there were less complaint letters than before. One could simply assume that the residents got tired of complaining about the Department or were still waiting for a response but he knew better.

They're being 'integrated'.

At about noon, there was a heavy knock on his door. Without waiting for permission, the formerly biggest man in Gauymore stepped in; Sheriff Darryl Braid. The 6'7'' lion had a full mane of black hair, cropped short to make him look more severe. It would be easy to mistake him for someone in the Department give his thick physique, straight back and intimidating presence. But now that Colton could compare them, he could see the difference. The Department guys were definitely bigger or at least appeared larger. Darryl was menacing but the Department men were disarmingly charming with their size. Something about them just wanted to make you get closer and closely examine their forms.

"Mayor," Darryl rumbled in his typical gruff half-rumble, half-snarl.

"Darryl," Colton greeted, gesturing towards the one plastic seat opposite his desk. "Have a seat."

"I'd rather stand." All business. Darryl was _always_on. It was one of the reasons Colton both trusted the sheriff and was constantly annoyed by him. "The Department is really starting to get on my nerves."

All business and straight to the point. No room for friendly banter. Colton couldn't help but compare this conversation with Cameron's. One was friendly, easy going and familiar. The other was gruff, to the point and cut like a laser.

"You can imagine what I've been going through," he answered, waving at the letters in front of him. "What are your concerns?"

Darryl slammed his paws on the table, making the flimsy structure rattle. "My concerns are that people are starting to warm up to those silver-tongued bastards!"

So the integration really has begun.

"Do explain," he replied calmly.

The lion straightened again, sharp blue eyes never missing a beat. "Just yesterday, I was speaking to Ernest Flemming."

"The man who owns the general store on the south side. I'm familiar with him. I buy my vegetables from him."

"Yeah, whatever." Darryl jabbed a finger at his desk again. "Point is, yesterday Ernest was up in arms about the Department. He reviled them. Said that they were turning his son into a faggot."

Colton's eyes narrowed at the derogatory term. For once, Darryl's authority was compromised and the feline took a step back, lifting a paw in apology. "Get with the times, Sheriff Braid. I do not appreciate such slurs especially when being used in my office."

"Sorry, Mayor." Darryl coughed and continued with his report. "Thing is, this morning when I went to check up on him, his tune had completely changed. Flemming was singing their praises. Saying how the Department was the best thing that happened to Gauymore. I could swear_he also looked taller and... and... _bigger."

"Bigger?" Colton probed though he already knew exactly where this conversation was going. "What do you mean?"

There was a flicker of... something behind the Sheriff's eyes. Was that jealousy? No. It was deeper than that. Insecurity. That's it. Braid had always prided himself in being the biggest in town and his authority as Sheriff revolved around him being able to throw his weight around. That was now being compromised and he was scared.

"They're just... bigger. Stronger."

"Perhaps Mr. Flemming has just opted to start taking care of himself."

Darryl slammed his paws on the table again. Another power move but one that Colton could easily see through. "Not like this! I swear he gained fifty pounds of muscle overnight!"

What now? Do I tell him about what the Department is doing? It would be good to have an ally if I decide to back away and turn on them.

Colton closed his eyes briefly and considered his options. It took all of ten seconds for him to decide that he didn't want to betray Cameron's trust.

"You're being ridiculous, Darryl. I know you've been taking statements from our residents but you certainly can't believe everything that they're saying."

"Look at the facts, Mayor!" shouted the feline sheriff, gesturing off into the distance. "People are disappearing off the streets! Before they do, those that catch them report that they seem different, bigger, stronger and... I dunno... stranger! Then they're gone!"

"Gone?" he asked.

"Well... Not gone." Again Darryl hesitated. "They've apparently gone to the high school. To the place where the Department is."

He lifted one eyebrow coolly. "Were they hired by the Department?" His sheriff shuffled from one foot to the other, unable to answer. "From what I hear, the Department is offering a rather lucrative package for employees. In fact, some of their existing employees are actually former residents of Bushland and Nicowick. Are you sure they aren't just 'disappearing' because they're providing residence for their new employees, preparing them to work and live in similar facilities across the country while further housing is being developed?"

Darryl's muzzle opened briefly and then shut. They had both heard the news of men from the Department going in and out of homes of their employees and rather loud and rushed construction occurring. It was never clear exactly what was being constructed but it only ever seemed to take a day and there were no outward changes to the homes. Another of the reasons that residents became suspicious especially since no one actually seemed to live in the houses.

It occurred to him that if that was the case, Cameron's appearance at his office was likely a trap. His best friend had been expecting him and if he were to return now, the wolf and his son wouldn't be there. Likely back at the high school or out recruiting others.

They're several steps ahead.

"The Department is here to help build Gauymore into something more than it already is," Colton said, slowly rising to his feet. "But they're not just working in Gauymore. They're also involved in Nicowick and Bushland. They're taking people whom they see have potential amongst our residents, training them up and then sending them off to other locations while bringing others with specialities that can help develop our town. If you ask me, that sounds rather benevolent."

Darryl growled at him. "This stinks, Colton. You know it!"

"The only thing that stinks here is your suspicions, Darryl," he answered firmly.

"That's bullshit! You -"

"I'm the mayor, Sheriff. I decide the policies and the direction that the town is taking. You are in charge of enforcing the laws. I suggest you do your job and get out of my office."

Darryl's lips twisted like he was about to say something but whatever it was, he swallowed it and turned on his heel, marching out of the door in a huff. His heavy stomps could be heard all the way down the hallway and so could the loud slam of the door when he left the building.

He is going to be trouble.

"Cam," Colton sighed heavily. It was just about one in the afternoon so Colton decided to take his lunch. Now that he was well-aware of the activities of the Department, it was obvious that there was a lack of women on the streets. The little cafe a block down from his office was absent the smiling features of the female minx that he was familiar with. She was replaced by the tired expression of the owner, a pig with a heavy-set frame. He took his usual turkey sandwich and then returned to the office to do some more work.

At three in the afternoon he had finally sifted through all the letters that had crossed his desk. There was some irony in the fact that he had actually regarded those letters as crazy just a few days ago. Now those things that he had dismissed as 'crazy conspiracy theories' were grounded in fact. Then again, who would ever believe that the government was turning men and women gay to prevent overpopulation and making them into super-productive members of society by bonding them with a symbiotic creature that would push them beyond their physical limits?

The knock he had been waiting for came to his door.

"Come in."

When the door opened, he was surprised to see his best friend step in, one shoulder at a time.

"Cam," he greeted, rising to his feet. "I wasn't expecting you here. Did the Department send you?"

"Sure did," answered Cameron with a bright, easy grin. It warmed his heart to see the wolf so happy and stress-free. "We were actually the one that suggested it. We thought this would be easier coming from me." He lifted a thick binder easily, waving it as if it were just a single leaf of paper. The whole thing had to have at least four hundred pages! When it hit his desk, it did so with a loud thump.

The words 'Operation: Gay/Guy More' was on the front printed in bright red.

"Little on the nose, don't you think?" Cameron muttered, sitting back down on his chair and opening the binder.

The document was rather extensive - over four hundred pages. The first few pages were just facts about Gauymore. That the entire history of the town could be summarised in four to five pages was quite telling of just how 'rich' the culture of the town was. He had to wonder what the remaining three hundred and ninety-five pages were.

"The Department is all about cheesy names and puns," Cameron said, rolling his eyes. "I mean, come on. 'Department of SPERM'. We're pretty sure it's because some of the guys in it are total dads fully equipped with a P3 Symbiont that makes them spout out dad jokes."

Cameron snorted a little upon imagining that scenario. This banter reminded him of the good old days.

Just like when we were kids...

"Huh," the borwn-haired bull mumbled to himself as he read the first section. It was a plan for 'Aaron's Antiques'. Aaron Carver was a puma that had taken to buying old furniture from other people, furnishing them to repair any damage and then reselling them as 'antiques'. Over the years, he had amassed quite a collection but in this small town, it was rather easy to recognise which neighbour's furniture was on sale.

Apparently, Aaron was converted by the Department and now they were training him in woodwork at the high school. They were going to turn him into furniture maker using local wood supplies and recycled materials to make his own style. It would take months before he found his 'voice' as a carpenter but the Department was confident that Aaron's personality and ambition allowed for it.

Then there was 'Pop's Sausages' which - as lewd as it may sound - was a local delicacy. Pop - real name: Alvin Dean - apparently had a secret recipe for those sausages of his. Unfortunately, since he didn't exactly have a steady supply of fresh pork given were Gauymore was located, he only ever made the sausages once every quarter. Locals would buy them out almost immediately. It was almost like gold. By providing Alvin with a steady supply of meat, he would be able to produce his sausages and sell it in all three towns with ease.

Plans were in motions to upgrade Dean Wilde's grocery store into a supermarket. Not only would the men need more food to fuel their ambitions but as Gauymore grew, a single family-run store that only got its stock once every month just wouldn't cut it. A warehouse would need to be built to store all their unused stock and deliveries would need to be made regularly both in and out of town.

It all seemed like an impossible dream. Yet one could argue that getting Old Man Harold to do something apart from shouting conspiracy theories and complaining at kids from his lawn would have been impossible as well but apparently, the Department had plans to capitalize on his years of experience in manufacturing to open a steel mill.

He only gave the rest of the document a glance after that.

"What's the reason for showing me this?" he asked.

Cameron waved around him. "You're still mayor of this town, Colton. We can't do anything without your approval especially when it comes to building permits and the like. We wanted to show you what the Department is planning." The wolf offered a bashful smile and lifted one of his massive arms over his head, rubbing the back of his thick, nearly-non-existent neck. A gesture that Cameron had picked up from old Saturday morning cartoons back when they were kids and had stuck. "Honestly, I hadn't expected you to drop by this morning. We had my whole spiel about how the Department was looking good planned."

That would have been quite a scene indeed. Colton would be sitting at his desk, waiting patiently for the Department to send over an agent and then he'd be surprised when the transformed Cameron would enter. They would go over the shock of the wolf's sudden growth followed by the back-and-forth of the ethics behind the Department's activities. It would end the same way though.

"I know I've been opposed to the Department before but I'm fully on board now," he said. "No need to convince me otherwise." He patted the binder in front of him. "I fully trust you guys with this. You don't need to run through it all with me."

Ever sharp and observant, Cameron said, "Because you're planning to quit?"

He offered his best friend a thin smile. "You know me too well, Cam." He rose to his feet again. "I've got a wife. I can't just abandon her. Plus, you'd make a better mayor than I ever will. People trust you and they like you."

"Only because we're not mayor. They'll always turn to us or Darryl when they're pissed at you."

"Fair enough but in this new world, you're better equipped than I am."

Cameron's eyes narrowed slightly, a small smirk on his muzzle. He leaned forward, pressing his huge paws on the table and getting close to Colton. "You sure about that? We could give you a sampler, you know. Give you a taste of what it means to be part of the Department. If you still don't like it, it's just a simple procedure to get you out and back to normal."

It was a tempting offer. As mayor, he had to explore all_options to ensure the future of his town. Even if he was planning on quitting to leave Gauymore in the hands of the Department, there was no reason he couldn't _try it out, right? Besides, it was entirely possible that the Department could find him a job somewhere given how extensively they had researched the roles for everyone else.

"I trust you, Cam," he said at length. "But I don't know if there's a place for me in the Department. You've got enough administrators. I don't think you'll need a mayor."

Cameron reached forward and flipped through the pages of the binder. When he found the page he was after, he pointed at the document. "You sure about that?"

On the page was a profile and plan of himself. It seemed Gauymore would need a mayor after all. Someone to be the 'face' of the town. His image would be all over the town; effectively a supermodel. He would represent the entire town not only to Bushland and Nicowick but also to the rest of the country. Maybe even the world if the Perfect Pair Program gained international attention. If - and this was a big 'if' - the program was a success, he would get to travel all over the world representing not only the Program but also the 'Jocks' P3 Symbiont subtype. There was a caveat though; the 'initiation' ceremonies.

"You expect me to have sex thirty times a month!?" he blurted, regarding the numbers incredulously.

"Ninety technically," corrected Cameron with a lifted finger. "Three times a day. By the time we reach Stage 3 of the plan, almost everyone will be way too busy with their jobs to actually be actively integrating people like they are now. We need guys like you to be the ones that initiate them into the Department. Since the integration takes three stages, it means you'd have to fuck and be fucked three times a day." Cameron tilted his head to the side and shook his palm from side to side. "Not true. You just need to get the initiates' cum on you two times and then get fucked by them a third time."

For the physically and sexually starved Colton, that seemed like a paradise.

"Explain that to me," he said. "Seems like a very important detail to remember."

A strange twinkle entered Cameron's eyes and he could _swear_his best friend's eyes momentarily flashed red.

"Sorry, Colton. That's classified. You'd have to join for me to tell you more."

Is it all just a trick to get me to change?

Suddenly, he was very well aware that Cameron's muzzle was just inches from his ear. "Come on, Colton," whispered the titanic wolf, leaning easily across the table. "What's stopping you? We know you want this. Be like us a little." Cameron tilted his muzzle slightly, his lips now just an inch away from Colton's. "You're not just bringing more people in, after all. You'd be fucking everyone. We need to blow off a lot of steam and if we can't always stay active, sex is the only way we can get some real rest."

"But..." he mumbled, turning his muzzle away. "... the town..."

Cameron's paw lifted, gently touching his cheek. The physical contact was electric, lightning bolts racing throughout his entire system. "A town is it's people not it's mayor. You've read the dossiers and plans. Gauymore's identity is defined by the people who live within it. They can decide who they want to be." A coy smirk crossed the wolf's muzzle. "You want to get re-elected, right? Always been scared about who you'd be if you weren't mayor? Well, if you join us, even if you're not the mayor anymore, you'll still have a job; an identity. Don't you want that?"

Colton's lips quivered. Leave it to Cameron to be able to see through all his insecurities and pinpoint why he was always so desperate for people's approval. It wasn't so he could be mayor; it was because he knew that Gauymore was a place where futures go to die and he was afraid that if he wasn't the mayor, he was a nobody. Even Cameron had been a Harvard graduate. If the two of them were introduced side by side, he would just be 'the mayor'. Nothing else. Take that away and who was he?

This is my chance... My chance to be someone else.

"We know you're scared," whispered Cameron. "But think about it. You leave Gauymore, the Department gives you some money to start your own life in Nicowick or somewhere else but you'll basically be a ghost. You'll have to start from scratch. Don't you want to stay here with us? Be part of the new Gauymore? Be the revolutionary that spearheads the town to the future? Be it's real mayor?"

"I... I... I do... b - but..."

Cameron pushed forward and pressed his lips against Colton's. Conflicting voices began shouting at him almost immediately. One screamed that he was married, that this was infidelity! Another, a ravenous beast, roared in ecstasy as its desire for physical contact was finally met. A third, somewhat quieter voice, leapt in joy because a long-buried fantasy had finally been fulfilled.

That was two voices against one. He couldn't help himself. His hands reached up, the right one grabbing Cameron's shoulder and the other curling around the wolf's nearly-non-existent neck and both pulled his best friend towards him, holding on tight like his lift depended on their tongues dancing together in a forbidden tango. His entire body was on fire. Years of being deprived of physical contact came bubbling up to the surface, leaving him weak in the knees. Cameron's brutish body pushed down on him, wheeling his chair back. They stopped only when they hit the glass window. With nowhere else the go, Cameron's huge, muscular form could finally press up against Colton's, leaving the bull's whole body squirming and writhing beneath the wall of muscle that was simultaneously warm and cuddly.

Cameron's paw reached behind his head, slipping past his horns and gently caressing his black hair. Claws gently raked his scalp, leaving a faint itching sensation that only intensified as the seconds ticked by. That buzzing spread down his neck, making the fur stand on end and his hairs shoot up like he had been struck by electricity. It rushed down his spine, following the nerves out into every corner of his body. Colton writhed, pushing his body up against Cameron's. His fingers flexed for a moment as the tingling sensation reached them and then they curled around the rusty-red wolf's fur, holding on for what he knew would soon be a rush of ecstasy and bliss. His toes curled within his polished shoes, legs instinctively spreading as wide as they could so that the titanic Cameron could rest his bulk between them.

An immense heat was radiating out of Cameron's groin and Colton couldn't help but momentarily break the kiss to look at the source.. His cheeks became flushed as he heard the loud ripping noise coming from his best friend's shorts interjected by the strangely arousing sound of stretching leather. He watched, mesmerised as the tan fabric began to tent up, straining before the zipper started to come undone of its own accord. The came flying apart and beneath the bronzed teeth was a big rod wrapped in black leather.

"Holy shit..." he breathed, the black monster rising up to greet him. The outline of Cameron's cock was clearly visible through the leather that somehow managed to maintain its integrity even as the monster came rising up like some sort of alien probe.

He with rigid, every muscle freezing when Cameron's lips hovered over his ears. "You can touch it if you want."

"C - C - Cam... I..."

He could feel his friend's lips pulling apart in a grin. "You're right." The titanic wolf seized his hand and forcibly pushed it against the rising rod. His entire body locked up as he became entirely focused on the pulsating pole. "Why ask. We know what you want."

Cameron's paw guided his fingers up and down the length. He twitched every time he felt the thick veins that could somehow be felt through the thick, black leather. The heat rising from it seeped through his fingers, sending tingling racing up his arm and pooling into the back of his head. The three voices struggling in his mind was joined by a fourth; one that screamed at him to grab that massive tool in both paws, to worship the huge cock and feel it against his entire body. He was unable to resist its call and lifted his other hand.

His best friend intercepted the gesture, pulling one finger up above the others. Muzzle still leaning close to his ear, Colton wasn't able to see what his friend was doing until he felt like warm lips wrap around his finger. Slowly, Cameron pushed the digit deeper into his muzzle before sliding it back out. The innuendo was impossible to miss especially as he began sliding Colton's finger in and out of his puckered lips in tandem with the strokes of that fourteen-inch, leather-covered cock.

"Say it again," mumbled Cameron into his ear, immediately clamping his lips around Colton's finger again the moment he finished. "Tell me what you want."

Colton pursed his lips for all of a second.

"Give me a taste," he said firmly. "Show me what it's like."

Suddenly, there was a blur of motion and Colton found his feet flying off the ground. Cameron, with all his supernatural strength, pushed him and his wheeled chair all the way back against the glass behind his desk. He gasped for a second, fearing that the glass would shatter and they'd fall backwards into the rose bushes behind his office. But Cameron had a surprisingly level of control and they just hit the window with a loud thud.

Cameron's huge paws grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up off the seat. Colton was not small but compared to the enormous wolf, he was absolutely tiny and he could only let out a soft squeak. His best fried pushed their lips together for one, passionate kiss before the world turned upside down. Colton found himself being pushed back up against his chair, this time his head against the cushion and his legs splayed out wide against the headrest. For a second, he was confused what was happening then he realised that Cameron's huge, orange-sized leather-clad balls were just inches from his muzzle with that impossibly huge cock slapping against his chest.

"Oh god..." he moaned.

"Lick 'em," rumbled Cameron.

The commanding tone of that deep rumble of a voice was impossible to deny and Colton's long tongue reached out and gently touched the leather-wrapped orbs. They were warm, radiating heat like two black suns that was pulling him closer and closer with their gravitational pull. His lips was just an inch from them when he felt a wet nose push against his own crotch. With a gasp, he peered up his upside down body, around the enormous cock and found Cameron's muzzle buried deep in his groin. Some part of was him was still screaming that this was wrong and weird but that froze in shock as Cameron savagely grabbed the zipper of his fly with his fangs and expertly pulled it open, leaving him in his briefs.

I can't believe that's Cameron! He would never do that!

Before. He would never have done that before. But now he was freed. Now he could do whatever he wanted.

And he wants me?

There was no denying that as Cameron's teeth grabbed Colton's briefs and tore them apart with a savage growl.

Oh fuck that's hot.

Colton's cock sprang up almost instantly, rising from his sheath to greet the savage wolf's grinning muzzle. Cameron instantly gobble up the five inch length. The touch of a warm muzzle around his dick was something he had never experienced before. The intimate moment of being inside someone sent his senses blazing and his toes curling. He instinctively bent his legs, clutching the back of the chair for support and as extra leverage for the inevitable thrusts that sent his hips bucking. Months deprived of any sort of physical contact sent him moaning right into Cameron's crotch. He was wary of his horns but was glad that they still had their caps so that even as they brushed up against the wolf's thick, contoured thighs, they didn't puncture any skin.

He couldn't spend too much time being concerned for the welfare of his best friend as Cameron's tongue slipped out from that hot, wet muzzle and snaked up and down his cock like it had a mind of its own. Colton whimpered and bucked his hips. The gesture jostled his position and caused his head to slip slightly. His hands instinctively lashed out, desperate to find something to grip to keep himself from falling. He fingers immediately found purchase around Cameron's thighs and he had all of a second to marvel at just how thick and meaty they were before a fresh wave of pleasure and arousal erupted from his cock, sped up his spine and collided with the buzzing sensation dancing across the back of his head.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned.

Colton couldn't help but bury his muzzle against Cameron's leather-clad balls, his eyes being shrouded by those thick orbs and the loud gurgling from those cum factories vibrating through his skull, seemingly feeding the growth of the Symbiont in the back of his head. Deprived of his eyesight, his other senses were heightened. He could smell the strong masculine odour emanating from Cameron, he could taste the sweat and sex that the leather jockstrap had been exposed to and he could feel the heat pulsating out of it, drawing him in with its siren call.

He didn't want to resist it and he thrust himself, hips first, into the sensations. The twin sensations of carnal pleasure mixed with the desperation to be physically touched allowed the buzzing sensation to travel to every corner of his body unhindered. A shiver ran down his spine, carrying the Symbiont's influence until it reached the very tips of his toes and fingers.

Change me, he pleaded quietly. God, change me so I can be belong to this world!

His next thrust jostled the chair and for a second, his hands slipped away from Cameron's legs. The moment of instability sent him panicking as he slipped further down the chair. The base of his cock slammed against Cameron's muzzle, the big wolf not even hesitating as he gobbled it all up and his tongue snacked out to caress the gap between the bull's balls. But for Colton, he suddenly dropped between his best friend's thighs and scrambled to find something to hold onto. This desperate need mixed with the Symbiont's survival instincts and pushed its influence through his arms.

Eyes now wide open, he watched in awe as his biceps filled out his shirt's sleeves. He was acutely aware of the tingling that had enveloped his entire body but only now was he completely aware of the more _intense_sensation like electricity coursing through his veins that spread up his arms. The power travelled from the back of his head down his neck, seemingly eating up his faint double chin to fuel it's progress. One thick vein popped up against his shoulders, spreading out through its branches and capillaries into his muscles where they rooted themselves in position.

They're like roots, he realised. Roots of the Symbiont taking over my body.

Yet he was strangely not scared. Seeing how comfortable Cameron was, how could he be?

He welcomed the change and barely noticed when Cameron pulled him up off the chair, holding him completely upside town with those huge arms holding onto Colton's waist. Gravity compelling the coursing power to travel down Colton's dangling arms. His shoulders hungrily fed on the power from his veins, filling up and pushing his deltoids up against the fabric of his shirt and ensuring that their outline would always be visible wherever he walked.

Letting his head dangle, he noticed how his fingertips just barely grazed Cameron's knees. Right before his eyes, the power and gravity began pulling his palms further and further away from him. A soft grin touched his lips as he watched his fingertips crawl inch by inch further down Cameron's shins. Counter to this motion was the powerful suction from Cameron's lips, eliciting a moan from him with every inch gained. His fingers would stretch just past Cameron's knees and then the wolf would give one, loud, wet slurp, pulling Colton back up and making the bull's toes curl in ecstasy.

The counteracting force of the suction brought his Symbiont's attention to his legs. The same hot veins coursed down his spine, seemingly devouring fat along the way to reach his legs. Every time Cameron sucked his dick, Colton could feel an equally powerful force tugging at his toes. A pulse of heat, pleasure and power shot his thighs, pulling at the muscles and bone. The hot, stifling air of his office brushed against his calves as they stretched further, the hems of his pants pulling away from his ankles until they got stuck halfway up his calves. Another wet slurp and his toes curled in pleasure only to find themselves permanently stuck like that, having grown to the limits of his shoes.

Again, Cameron sucked on his dick and Colton's thighs stretched upwards, forcing them to curl around the wolf's head to cradle the amazing source of pleasure. The moment his dick was released, all that pressure came shooting back towards his fingertips, rushing all the way from the tips of his toes, coursing down his thighs, washing past his abdomen, passing over his dazed head and slamming to his fingertips. Then Cameron sucked it all back up, reversing course. It was like there was a ball of energy that was bouncing back and forth, up and down his entire body!

Every muscle, bone and organ it passed began awash with the sensational energies of the growth. Every time it passed his stomach, it sucked a little more of that gut that he had tried to hide behind expensive suits and a belt that was one or two sizes too short. Every inch of length he gained in his arms was mirrored by the bouncing force across his entire body.

Cameron drew a big, long drought and the bundle of energy was pulled up from Colton's arms. It washed over his chest, hardening the muscles there and then pulled away more fat from his belly. The sudden lack of tightness from his shirt and his upside down position allowed his shirt to slip away from his waist revealing the faintest outline of a six-pack against his flat belly. His balls jostled, shooting a bit of pre right into Cameron's muzzle and, for the first time, pushing his cock a half-inch deeper into the awaiting muzzle.

The wolf released his dick and the ball went shooting back down towards his fingertips. His calves spread a little wider in all directions, catching the hem of his pants before it could fall further down. The hard divide between his quads pushed up against the fabric of his pants, just barely visible when he flexed. Another half-inch was added to his cock and more voluminous precum blasted out of his throbbing dick.

Another suck and Colton's biceps widened to a sound like stretching rubber, filling out his sleeves. The remnants of his double-chin vanished in favour of a chiselled, handsome jawline. His moans deepened, almost getting lost against the groaning of his neck muscles as they widened. His pectorals gained one... two.. Three... four inches in width all around, forcing his nipples to point slightly downwards thanks to their plump base. The abdominal muscles that were so artfully teased hardened, his belly button becoming like a bullseye against the almost perfect cross-shape of his abs.

Then Cameron released the pressure again and Colton's thighs gripped the wolf's head with increased power, his hamstrings forming two hard arcs behind his quads. His butt cheeks clenched, hardening like rock and becoming a firm bubble. Cameron seemed to instinctively detect them and adjusted his grip so that one of his massive paws could seize the firm bubble. Another half-inch was added to Colton's cock and one half added in width. The precum pulsing out of it was even thicker.

"Fuck!" he moaned. "Cam... I'm getting close!"

A deep resounding growl came from Cameron's throat and that signalled his release of the bull's cock. Again the power came slamming down towards Colton's head. Like a wrecking ball straight to his skull, Colton was almost reduced to senselessness. Instincts took over and he seized Cameron's thick calves, his paws widening big enough to wrap halfway around with thick, new veins criss-crossing his forearms and peeking just past the cuffs of his sleeves which had fallen back three inches away from his wrists.

Cameron sucked and pulled the growth back up towards his feet. It slammed into his balls, filling the orbs out in all directions from the inside, filling them until they were about to burst and to the size of walnuts.

The release and Colton's fingers momentarily let go of Cameron's calves, forming claws as his fingers spasmed and stretched. When he grabbed the wolf's legs again, his arms were almost out to the ankles.

A slurp and and Colton's cock stretched one more half inch, putting him at an impressive seven inches.

The pressure in his balls was building.

Release and a button popped off Colton's chest.

His cock was aching.

Suck and the seat of the bull's pats ripped open.

His eyes squeezed shut.

Release.

Colton throw his head back, muzzle open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

All that power came rushing back towards his head in one last slam, crashing against his skull. He could feel that heat pushing through his brain, the Symbiont swirling about his skull before turning towards his horns; causing the twin growths to become thicker and slightly longer. The blunt, dark caps fell off the tips, clattering to the ground.

And one last pull from Cameron...

"FUCK!"

All that energy was instantly drained back out of Colton's head, leaving the bull suddenly dazed and stunned as the endorphins and chemicals began filling him with a warming sensation. That false sense of comfort didn't last as there was a moment of that pleasurable pain at his balls just before orgasm; that feeling that the dam was breaking and he was about to spill his seed. His eyes widened, seeing for the first time the world with a Symbiont.

Then his cock erupted, sending years starved for physical contact and repressed desires spilling out in one, powerful blast that sent his toes bursting from the tips of his shoes and every muscle in his body stretching and flexing inn ways that he had never felt before. It was like firecrackers were going off in every nerve and his cells were each celebrating a newfound ecstasy.

He didn't want it to end.

He gripped Cameron's calves and used that as leverage to pull his hips back and then send it thrusting back into the wolf's muzzle, _willing_himself to cum. True to form, his balls complied, shooting another blast of cum that sent his entire body screaming in ecstasy. He could only grin, eyelids fluttering as he repeated the process. More cum exploded from his balls, his sack bouncing against Cameron's muzzle as the wolf dutifully devoured every drop that the bull shot his way.

Colton thrust and thrust and thrust. Each subsequent push grew more desperate as the explosive pleasure that shot from his crotch weakened even as he pushed more and more effort into each one. His cries were almost sad as he began furiously dry humping Cameron's muzzle, his tank empty and his best friend slurping the last drop clean off his cock.

Whether it was the fact that he had been held upside down for a while or the rush of euphoria from having the best orgasm of his life, Colton was dazed. He barely noticed when Cameron gently lay him on the cold, tiled floor of his office. The big wolf smiled down at him but he found himself swimming in a pit of despair.

That had been the best orgasm he had ever had.

And now I'll never have it again.

But that wasn't entirely true.

He'll ask me three more times...

That meant he would have his flesh caressed two more times before he would ultimately have to reject the Department's offer.

I still have Matilda to think about.

Cameron leaned down and gently pressed their lips together. His eyes refocused and Colton was immediately awake and cementing his resolve. He leaned into the kiss, moaning softly. His cock was rock hard again, barely ever getting soft after his explosive orgasm.

No! Wait! I've got to make this last!

He pushed way from Cameron, unable to resist licking his lips for a moment before smiling bashfully at his best friend. "I need a break, Cam. I just came after all."

Cameron's lips peeled apart, revealing sharp predatory teeth. For the first time, he noticed that his friend's eyes had turned inky black with the exception of his irises which were glowing a bright red. Strangely, he wasn't scared. The darkness seeped away from those eyes and the glow faded, bringing to bear his friend's sharp green eyes once more. "Trust us, Colton. When you're fully integrated, you'll be fucking all day long." A sly wink followed. "And when it comes to your job, you'll be fucked all day long."

Then the big wolf pushed off the floor with one loud, 'hup', his thick arms bunching for a moment before releasing and sending the huge 300-pound-plus wolf back to his feet in one, smooth movement.

"But we know you," the ruby-red wolf said with a smirk. "You like routine. You like predictable. Probably why you're the best mayor for the current Gauymore. Not sure how comfortable you'd be with fucking a new guy every day." He shrugged his huge shoulders and turned around, showing off that huge round butt made all the more shapely by the straps of the leather jockstrap. "Big changes are coming though. Can't avoid it." He held up his paws, palm facing up like a pair of scales. "One the one paw you're going to have to move out of Gauymore. That's one hell of a change. On the other, you join the Department and that's an even bigger change." Cameron pulled both his paws upwards, curling his arms while flexing his back. The collared shirt he wore tightened around his shoulders with the crevasse of his spine and the surrounding mountains clearly visible against the white fabric. "Emphasis on 'big'."

Colton swallowed hard. He had never considered himself attracted to males before especially given he was married to a woman whom he had carnal relations with twice every year. But this was less about the gender of his attraction but who he was attracted to. Looking up at Cameron's contoured back, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to cuddle up next to that every night, insert his dick in between those bouncy cheeks and hold that thick dick between his hands, pre and cum soaking into his fur while their lips were pressed together in glorious union.

_ But I don't think that'll ever happen. The guys in the Department sleep around. Doesn't look like they form any lasting relationships._

"Thanks, Cam," he murmured, lifting his arms to mirror his friend's stance. Even lying on the floor, he could feel the mounds of his biceps pressing up against the fabric of his shirt and new muscles pushing up against the floor. "Thanks for the sample. I think I'll still head to Nicowick, though."

Cameron turned, a sympathetic look on his features. "Oh... Well, if that's what you want. We can bring you to the facility right now to get you the shot."

Colton sat up, offering an apologetic smile. "Sure. But can we go back to my place for a second?" He pinched his shirt, pulling at the sweaty fabric a little. "I'd rather not ruin any good clothes."

The disappointment in his friend's voice hurt but he had to do what was right for himself and Matilda. "Alright. Let's go."

Together, they hopped into Cameron's car and left the community centre. It was just a little past five in the afternoon which meant that Matilda should be home. No better time to inform her of what was happening in Gauymore and to start packing. He'd offer his official resignation tomorrow before the Department had their party. That would give them free reign.

Except...

"Darryl will be a problem," he announced just as they left the town's main street. "He's still suspicious and hell-bent on taking you guys down. Not to mention he has guns."

Cameron offered a thin smile though it was clear he was still broken up about Colton's decision. There had to be some irony over the fact that this time, the wolf was staying in Gauymore while Colton was the one leaving. That pain was still very fresh in Colton's heart and he hated putting his best friend through it but just as Cameron had told him all those years ago, he had to do what he had to do.

"Don't worry about Darryl Braid," answered the ruby-red wolf with a smile. "He'll come around."

"Really? Even if they swing guns at you?"

"Trust me. We've got plans. You saw them."

He briefly glanced at them. Nothing concrete though. Now he wished he had. "Just as long as no one gets hurt and they join of their own volition."

"That was never in question." They turned into Colton's street. "The Department doesn't want a war. We want to make people the best they can be and to give back to this great country. It'd be a waste of resources for anyone to die because of some unnecessary conflict and for someone with Braid's size and loyalty to be lost over something as stupid as a disagreement."

Cameron parked the car just as Colton let out a soft chuckle.

"Darryl is a stubborn son-of-a-bitch. If you can get him to bend over and offer his tail to you, I'd be impressed." He pushed the car door open and paused.

How am I going to break this to Matilda? She's not going to believe a word I say... at least not without proof.

He glanced back towards Cameron.

Proof.

"You want to come in?"

Cameron gave him a coy smile. "If we weren't smarter, we'd think that's you inviting us to fuck in your bedroom."

"It's not," he said, returning a sarcastic smirk. "Matilda won't believe a word I say but she knows you. If you show up like this..." He gestured at him from ears to toes. "... she'll be more inclined to take my word."

"Fair enough."

Together, the two of them padded up the driveway, passing his wife's car on their way to the door. He just made it up the first step when the front door opened. His wife stepped out, having to duck under the doorframe and squeeze her way through. She was dressed in a new, sky-blue suit that fit her statuesque frame like a glove. Even with her high heels, though, she had never been taller than him especially now that he had grown about half a foot from Cameron's mind-blowing blowjob.

"Mattie!?" he exclaimed, startled at her appearance.

Matilda regarded him, stunned for a second. In that moment, he noticed that she was pulling a large travel bag behind her. "Colton." Her tone as flat and emotionless like she was just stating fact as opposed to greeting him.

"What's going on, Matilda?" he asked. "You're going somewhere?"

The cow tilted her head to the side, one arched eyebrow raised. She never looked better. The angles on her features and muzzle were perfectly accentuated, stronger all without makeup. Her long, dark brown hair was tied back in a long braid that reached down to the small of her back though he was sure it hadn't been that long before. Though the suit did a good job of hiding it, she was definitely more muscular without losing any femininity; shoulders wider, arms and thighs thicker but with a shapely hourglass figure still somehow being maintained. This was the body of an Olympic athlete. But he couldn't find himself aroused by her.

"We thought you'd have known by now." She glanced towards Cameron. "You didn't tell him?"

He glanced towards his best friend who looked equally as surprised.

"Don't look at us. We've just been integrated over the weekend."

Matilda shrugged absently. "Fair enough. We suppose that's why the Office starts its operations earlier; because we integrate slower."

Colton shook his head in confusion. "Wait. You're telling me that the Office... OVUM got to you?"

She gave him a gentle smile, almost patronising. "Colton, dear. Seeing as you're already in Stage 1, you must know that the Office has been working in Bushland. The same Bushland that we've been going to for months now."

Present-day Colton wished he could reach back through time and space and kick his past self in the ass because that was something he should've realised a whole lot sooner. "So you've been... integrated for months?"

Matilda shook her head. "No honey. There are different varieties of P3 Symbionts and these differences are most obvious between the genders." She brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that girls mature faster than boys or that when we give birth, it takes nine months to produce our offspring. Regardless, our Symbionts take a while to develop."

Unable to provide any intelligent response, all Colton could say was, "Really?"

"There is some trade-off," she answered, offering a smile. "Our success rates of integration are far greater than that of the Department's because our initiates have longer to get used to the idea. The Department tends to go in like a truck and start integrating with as much finesse as a sledgehammer."

"But you also run a greater risk of discovery," Cameron countered. "It's hidden well by the fact that most people don't give a shit about women getting taller, getting bigger boobs and looking sexier but when men suddenly get big and thick, everyone is screaming 'alien invasion'. That's why the Department needs to go in hard and fast."

Matilda nodded in agreement. "Such is the double standards our society must suffer through." She shrugged and stepped past Colton. "Well, we're off."

"Off?" Colton demanded, utterly stunned. "To Bushland? You're leaving me?"

She sighed heavily and turned towards him, a sympathetic smile on her features. "Colton, honey. We both know that this marriage was dead for a very long time and we've just been keeping it on life support for the sake of your mayorship. The fact that you've already started on your way to becoming part of the Department just makes this easier."

"But... But..."

She turned fully towards him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. "We know. It's a big change. You hate change. But we've got to change or we're just going to choke each other to death with silent resentment." She then held him out at arm's length. "This is good for both of us. You'll see."

He could tell from the look in her eyes that this was what she really believed. His heart was breaking but the strange buzzing at the back of his head soothed the pain, distracting him from the black hole that seemed to form in the pit of his stomach. "I love you..."

She leaned down, grasping the back of his head and gently pressing her lips against his forehead. "We love you too, Colton. But we just can't have that kind of relationship. We don't think we _ever_had that."

"Will I see you again?"

"Of course. We're just a few hours drive away. We'll come visit as well when things have settled here." She pulled away and gave his horns a little flick. "And with how fast the Department works, that won't be long at all." She gave his chest one last, light backhanded slap before turning and heading towards her car.

Colton stood numbly watching as his wife left him and his marriage.

Strangely, he wasn't as torn up as he expected he should be. Over a decade of marriage dissolved in mere minutes. Yet, just as Matilda had said, it had been dead a long time ago. They were just looking for an 'out' and it finally came in the form of the Department and the Office.

"If you need time..." Cameron prompted.

"Actually," he mumbled, turning towards his enormous friend. "I don't want to be alone right now. Think you can stay with me for a bit?"

The wolf gave him a warm smile. Those meaty arms wrapped around his shoulders, offering a warm, strong comfort. "We'll stay for as long as you'll have me."

Comforting words. For a moment, the cracks in his heart mended together slightly. The shock of Matilda leaving and having emotionally disengaged from him for months still left him feeling numb. The pain was sure to set in soon but for the moment, he decided to ride the moment of surreal unfeeling for as long as he was able.

"So... uh..." he began, turning back towards his house and trying to ignore the gaping space where Matilda's car had been. "... What 'type' of Symbiont did Matilda get?"

"Can't tell you for sure," grunted Cameron, following him in and shutting the door behind him. "The Office and Department usually keep our operations separate from one another and the specifics are classified. Don't want to kick off a competition or war between the two after all." He rubbed his scruffy chin as he followed into the kitchen. Colton quickly rummaging through the fridge to look for something to eat to fill the emptiness in his stomach. "Judging by her physique though, we'd guess she's an Amazon."

"Amazon?" he asked, lifting his head.

"Yep. Just like we're Jocks."

Jocks and Amazons. Kind of makes sense.

"So what? Does she have a metal bra under that suit that's her Symbiont?"

Cameron could only offer him a helpless shrug. "Can't tell you. Like we said, the specifics are sort of lost on us. We do know that with the Office, the Symbionts don't just take the shape of underwear. If we had to guess, it'd have to be her suit."

Colton retrieved a beer from the fridge and cracked it open. The loud hiss from the twist-off cap momentarily reminded him how Matilda never drank beer. She preferred wine but they never had any in the house; since Gauymore was a desert town, getting wine from anywhere else was really expensive. Bushland had better access to that sort of beverage. He refocused himself on what Cameron was saying, fully aware of the irony that he was distracting himself to avoid something painful when that was exactly what he tried to do for his best friend.

"You're going to have to clarify that for me."

Cameron leaned on the kitchen island, lifting one arm to rub the back of his neck. That was a nervous habit that he had picked up a long time ago when they were kids and it was comforting that even after being changed, Cameron still referred to it. "How to put it...? You know how with guys, we can basically get away with just running around in our jockstrap and people will think it's sexy?"

"Yeah."

"Women would generally need to have two pieces," Cameron said, holding up two fingers. "The underwear and a bra. The researchers found that was hard to maintain. It'd be like if the two hemispheres of your brain were separated. Working but would be working harder. Female Symbionts are more flexible as a result It isn't just underwear. It's kind of like how we can do this..."

The ruby-red wolf straightened and pulled down his shorts in one, easy gesture, showing off that black, leather jockstrap. The leather squirmed like the monster it was containing had a mind of its own. Then the garment just liquefied, turning into a viscous black goo that jumped up over Cameron's belly, slipped beneath his open shirt and ran down his arm. It formed a squirming ball of goo in Cameron's palm.

"That's your Symbiont?"

"Pretty much," answered his friend. "With women, think of them doing something like this except it's not their underwear but other parts of their outfits. For Amazons it might be a piercing somewhere or something." Cameron lowered the ball back towards his crotch and the dark goo latched onto his genitals, quickly reforming that leather jockstrap. Not before Colton got a look at the naked, plump balls and sheathe, however. He noticed that Cameron's sheath was too small to fully contain his cock so there was a glaring red point poking out from the white, furry tube.

"Why would they be designed like that?" Colton asked, lifting the beer to his lips and taking a long sip, almost draining it halfway.

"You're asking the wrong guy," Cameron said with a shrug. "All we can guess is it might be because a woman's identity can often be defined by more than just a piece of underwear. With a guy, a jockstrap, thong or briefs is all you need to get a good bead on the guy. We're simpler that way. More streamlined."

That was extremely sexist but at the same time, bitterly true. Matilda did spend quite some time dressing herself when they went out to events and the reasoning was often due to how she wanted to be perceived. Colton just needed to put on a shirt and pants and often that was all he needed. He conjured an image of when Matilda had been younger on their wedding day. Her dress simply glimmered in the sunlight like it was made of tiny diamonds strung together. Then she transposed the present-day version with adjustment and she was simply breathtaking.

Yet no matter how much his imagination tried to glamorise her, he couldn't find himself growing aroused over his wife.

Maybe it was because he never really got aroused from her for a long while.

Huh... My wife.

"I just noticed something," he said, as he lowered his beer and glancing at his hand. "Matilda didn't divorce me." His wedding ring stared back at him. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Not unless you want to go through the divorce proceedings. As a lawyer, we're sure we can come to a cordial arrangement with her."

He gave the wolf a puzzled look. "What? How can that work? She's gay now."

And so am I...

"So?" answered Cameron plainly. "Doesn't mean you can't be married and still love and support one another." The wolf flicked an ear in the direction of the door. "She meant it, you know. She _does_love you. Even if she has sex with other women and you, doesn't mean she can't love you as her husband."

"I'm... not following."

"Look at it this way." Cameron straightened, folding his arms. "When most people have kids, the number of times they fuck drops down drastically. Doesn't mean they don't love each other. Sex doesn't define a relationship. Just like how you can fuck around in the Department but you'll still love the guy you're in a committed relationship with."

Colton was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the idea that someone could go around and have sex with other guys while still remaining married to someone else. "But isn't that... like... cheating?"

"Under whose definition?" Cameron spread his arms wide. "Colton, we're a three hundred pound, seven and a half foot wolf that fucks our brother and son periodically and also getting fucked by other muscle-daddies in the Department while being bonded to a symbiotic creature that compels us to constantly be active. It's so far from 'traditional' but we still love Eli and Liam as family. The key is defining the relationship. No one in the Department is forcing you to fuck around. If you and your partner want to be exclusive, that's up to you guys. Hell, we know a couple of guys that are off limits because that's how they want to go. There's even 'closed relationships' that consist of three or more people! Being gay or part of the Department doesn't mean you can't have a meaningful relationship."

The bull twisted his head to the side. He was talking all of this in while at the same time that buzzing at the back of his head was conjuring fantasies and scenarios that would fit in very well with this lifestyle. The rest of his brain was playing Devil's Advocate against that tingling sensation. With all his brain power consumed by the swarm, all he could do was ask, "Really?"

"Absolutely! Yeah, we're horny and we fuck a lot but that's only because we're built to have a lot of energy and sex just helps expend it all and feels amazing. You can get the same from a workout."

I guess I can see the logic in that. The question is, what would I prefer?

His role in Gauymore was to constantly have sex as he initiated new people into the Department. That was a lot of sex and there was always the risk that he would spontaneously find someone else that was so attractive, so sexy that he would instantly fall in love with them. Sex would only cement that relationship.

But sex isn't everything... Is it?

"You know what?" he sighed. "I guess it says a lot about you all that even if you can have sex with thirty different guys a day, you _still_come back to the same person or people every night and genuinely love them with all your heart. That's really admirable."

Cameron beamed brightly, little crinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes that only highlighted his brilliant, green eyes. "Exactly! Sex is just another biological function. It feels good, yeah, but so does working out with the man you love, sitting down having a nice dinner with them, watching a movie or lying in bed next to them, wrapped in each other's arms. The only difference is that there's meaning in the latter while sex is just..." He shrugged his huge shoulders. "Just sex. We're the ones that put meaning into it likely because it produces a kid that we get to be responsible for. But now that the kids are out of the picture..."

Colton smiled and set down his half-finished beer. Maybe he was slightly inebriated or maybe it was the buzzing in the back of his head clouding his judgement but what his best friend said was making a lot of sense. It did seem like a paradise. He'd never get to have kids since he'd be permanently compelled to prefer guys but it wasn't like he had any hope of having them anyway with Matilda.

"Yeah. Makes sense." He glanced back up at Cameron. "So, you seeing anyone?"

He mentally kicked himself. One beer shouldn't have been made him so inebriated that he'd blurt out something so stupid!

Cameron returned a smirk. "Saving myself for you."

His heart stopped. "W - W - What?"

The big wolf approached him, moving around the kitchen island until he was standing right beside Colton. There was only about half a foot of height difference between them which make it easy for Cameron's long muzzle to come within an inch of Colton's. Those big paws reached up and gently grasped the bull's waist.

"Ever since Alice died, you've been nothing but supportive of us. You know us so well that you spent your resources just to keep our mind off the bad. You've put me on a salary as the unofficial mayoral adviser even though we all know that's bullshit. You let us back into your town and even as people tried to get me to run for mayor, you still kept me around. Not to mention you've been taking care of Eli when we weren't here."

Colton couldn't meet that alluring gaze and turned away. "I really didn't do much... He was doing fine himself."

"He wasn't doing shit and you know it." Cameron cupped his chin and turned it back towards him. "And let's not forget about the stuff _before_we left."

"B - B - Before?" he stammered.

That cute smile again and their lips inched closer. "Yeah... High school when you were on the basketball team and we'd cheer you on..."

"Middle school," he added. Even closer now. Colton's throat went dry. "... when we'd shower together to 'save water'..."

"Elementary when we'd go on those hikes and camp out under the stars..."

Their noses were practically touching.

"And..."

Their lips met and it was light a star exploded deep within Colton's mind birthing a new nebula and letting him begin anew. The tingling sensation that was nagging at the back of his head erupted; it spread from the base of his skull, crossed over his ears, causing them to turn hot with arousal, across his eyes where they blurred his vision and down towards his long tongue. It compelled him to push his tongue right into Cameron's lips where it was met by the wolf's own flat organ in a joyous union. The moan that rose from his throat was inevitable and so was his arms wrapping around Cameron's body, pulling the wolf towards him and feeling the muscled flesh press up against his. The clothes he wore were annoying in the way but he was too lost in the throes of passion to get rid of them.

There was still one nagging doubt however.

"Wait..." he mumbled, smacking his lips as he pulled away. "Wait..."

Cameron cocked an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything.

"Is... Is this just another ploy to get me to join?" he asked. "You guys do a lot of research on us. I'm sure you'd know that I... Uhm... I..."

"Have feelings for me that go beyond friendship?" prompted the wolf. "Feelings that grew more when I left and your marriage slowly sunk?"

He started to shake, afraid of the answer. "Y - yeah..."

"What if it was? Would you still go to Nicowick and leave us behind? Would you reject the Department's offer?"

Yes, damnit! That's emotional manipulation! You're treating me like just another sack of meat for your damn Department! Why would I invest in a relationship like that if it'll just disintegrate like my marriage!?

What would the end result be though? When Cameron went to Harvard to study law, they at least had some contact with one another. There was always the chance he would come by and visit. He would be reachable and they could always catch up. But if he left... he'd have his memories erased and he would never be able to see Cameron again.

I'd be alone in the world.

No wife. No best friend. No one he'd know because everyone would be integrated.

At least if I join, I'd be with people I know... even if I can't be exclusively with anyone.

Though that wasn't true. He had never considered any of the guys as a paramour before...

Except maybe Cameron...

"No," he mumbled softly. "Just... Just wanted to get it out in the open. I don't want to get my hopes up." He took a step back and spread his arms wide. "Integrate me, Cam. Bring me into the Department. But don't pull my strings or leave me on the hook by telling me you love me."

Cameron stepped forward, closing the gap between them once more. His muzzle nestled in the crook of Colton's neck while his thick arms wrapped around the bull's chest, crossing against the bovine back. "We came back because of you Colton. Not Eli. Not because we grew up here. You. We lost our wife. When we were lost in pain and sorrow, you brought us back. That means something." The wolf's tongue gently brushed against his neck, sending that tingling sensation spreading down his spine. "And if you were going to Nicowick or somewhere else, we'd follow. We'd be willing to part with your Symbiont just to be with you."

Colton was stunned, his lips quivering and tears welling up in his eyes. "W - wait... Really?"

"Yes. Really." Cameron seemed to struggle for a second, his voice breaking in his throat. "I'd be willing to give all of this up to be with you."

'I'.He said 'I' not 'we'.

He really meant it.

That sealed the deal. He turned towards Cameron, pushing their lips together with tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. One of Cameron's big paws reached up and gently wiped away those tears with his thumb. Their passion, the genuine affection they felt between them burst out from Colton's heart, the metaphysical energies all pouring down from their bodies and filling Colton like an balloon fit the burst.

All that power crashed against the swirling tingling that was sweeping all throughout his upper body, pushing it to all his extremities from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes. It was a fire that was burning away the old Colton Martinez stoked by the breath he shared with his best friend and lover. He hungrily breathed in the big wolf's scent, mixed it with the taste that danced on his tongue and eagerly let it all loose throughout his veins.

The floor was suddenly swept out from underneath him, Cameron hoisting him up into the air. He immediately wrapped his legs around the wolf, holding on while eagerly grinding his crotch against Cameron's thick belly. Knowing full well what was coming next, he reached behind him and swept his long arm across the marble kitchen table. Cutlery, condiment bottles and the glass vase with a rose in crashed to the ground. The noise was ignored as Cameron set him down on the counter, his back lying flat while their lips were still interlocked.

He grabbed the loose open shirt hanging from Cameron's broad shoulders, running his fingers along the curves of those deltoids and sliding his hands underneath the curves. As he was about just moving the shirt off the wolf's arms, Cameron suddenly hunched his back. The hulking lupine titan let out a grunt followed by a low growl rising from his throat. A ripping noise reached Colton's ears and he instinctively reached behind Cameron's shoulders for the source. His cock spasmed in his briefs as he felt Colton's enormous back muscles bunched up right beneath his fingers and the wolf began to stretch his shoulders. The fabric against the back of his fingers began to tear all because Cameron was flexing his back. The twin peaks of Cameron's shoulder blades supported by the muscles around it ripped the shirt clean down the middle.

Colton moaned, pulling his head back and letting Cameron's lips to fall against his neck, that long tongue lapping at his throat. His hands threw aside the shards of the shirt just as the one that hugged his chest began to tighten against his heavy breaths. The buttons strained and the fabric groaned. The fire beneath his skin intensified, coalescing at his chest and filling his pectorals, inflating them into big, round, firm pillows that first formed an outline against his shirt and then grew to clearly press against them. His moans grew deeper and longer, the strokes of Cameron's tongue lengthening to match. With a loud pop, a button flew off and struck the window, leaving a visible crack.

The electricity in his veins compelled him to move, to keep active; perhaps a precursor to what it meant to be a Jock. Every part of him needed to keep moving. He was already thrusting wildly into Cameron's groin, his cock yearning feel that hot, leathery jockstrap against its sensitive flesh. His fingers eagerly groped, squeezed and fondled every arch and mound across Cameron's back, his thighs rubbing up and down the wolf's flanks while his toes curled and relaxed in rapid succession to the increasing pace of his wild thrusts. His whole body was flung into the bucking like shockwaves were coursing through his whole body, sourced from his groin.

He couldn't just sit still against the counter top for much longer and as much as he held Cameron's head against his neck, he needed to move. The low whine from his throat spoke of his need even as he was pinned down by the much bigger wolf. Cameron heard him and immediately picked him up like a child. He curled his legs and arms around his passionate lover, the stronger wolf spinning him around once before their lips collided in a fiery kiss.

Colton's toes flexed and wiggled madly, the tingling sensation taking over his nerves and forcing them to spasm and twist rapidly like he was being electrocuted. The rapid stimulation pumped more blood and fuel into his flesh and bones, inflating the hoof-capped digits while pulling at the bones across his feet. The remnants of his formal shoes peeled open at the base, the soles tearing away slowly with flecks of glue and string desperately trying to hold the two pieces together in vain. With a loud flop, the soles of his shoes fell to the ground, leaving his bare feet free.

The resulting rush of freedom drove him to push his tongue further into Cameron's muzzle. For his part, Cameron was hit by a rush of elation and staggered back while Colton's weight began shifting in his arms. The sudden increase of strength in the calves wrapped tightly around the small of his back and Colton's jump in intensity sent the barrel-chested wolf staggering back. His herculean back slammed into the cupboards, causing the dishes and cutlery inside to rattle loudly. Both men were stirred by the noise instead of stunned by it. Cameron flung them around, slamming Colton's back against the next door over. The impact broke their kiss but had Colton throw his head back and let out an ecstatic cry. Cameron, his cock rising in his lather jockstrap, eagerly pushed the growing bull's legs wide and pushed his rising dick into the ass cheeks that were barely contained by the slacks. Colton reached up behind him, grabbing the knobs of the cupboard for support. Each thrust from the wolf caused his calves to balloon out, a clear cut appearing right down the middle to divide the lateral head from the medial head, both of which began to inflate. Another ripping noise filled the kitchen only this time it came from Cameron's calves as the bulging masses pushed at the hems of his pants and split them wide open.

That restlessness began hitting him again and he was compelled to grab Cameron's cheeks, forcing their lips together once more. Never before in his life had he felt so much passion; not even when he had first married Matilda. It was intoxicating. The world spun and not just because of his natural high as Cameron carried him through the kitchen and slammed against the refrigerator door. The big wolf's back caused a sizable dent in the polished chrome which only caused Colton's cock to ache all the more. He thrust into his lover all the more and savaged those lips.

All the while, the intense tingling shot up his legs, following the tearing of his pants as they rocketed up past his knees towards his thighs. Bones groaned beneath his thickening muscles, growing longer until his feet could easily touch the ground again. The tightness of his pants grew aggravating but now that his feet could once against slam against the hard tiles, he let out a series of kicks that forced his muscles to bunch and inflate. Hard definition cut through his quads, groups of muscles pushing through what little fat was left and permanently leaving him with mountainous legs. One last kick sent his slacks tearing clean off his waist. The lines of his briefs were sandwiched between his quads and crotch, mildly uncomfortable but no more than how the fabric stubbornly held onto his fully erect cock.

An idea sprang to mind and with one twist, he pulled Cameron off the fridge and to just beside it. Their lips were still interlocked as he reached for the fridge door and pulled it open. He broke the kiss - much to Cameron's confusion - and reached into the fridge. He immediately saw exactly what he was looking for and lifted the spray can. The bull licked his lips as he shook the can of whipped cream. Cameron cocked an eyebrow but didn't oppose him as he angled the spray nozzle towards those big juicy pecs. A loud fizzing sound came from the can as he painted Cameron's chest with the fluffy, white cream.

"Oooh..." moaned Cameron. "That's cold."

"Not for long," Colton answered, his long tongue lancing out and lapping up the cream he had just left. He would never have dreamed of doing this with Matilda no matter how many times he had fantasised about it. The sweet taste of the cream mixed with the saltiness from Cameron's body and the faint tingle of fur with a base of hard muscle was the perfect combination on his taste buds. Now on his own two feet, he leaned down, spraying whipped cream right down the middle of Cameron's meaty pectorals. He watched the fluffy, cloud-like dollops slide right down the valley that bisected the twin mountains of muscle. He was waiting just at the base of the wolf's pecs, chin nestled on that dad-body belly like it was always meant to be there. He couldn't wait for all that cream to fall into his tongue so he just dragged his muzzle all the way up the crevasse, sliding between those muscular mounds. Cameron flexed for him, sandwiching his tongue.

As he rose once more, the intense tingling shot up his ass. The rounded, shapeless buns tightened. Strong striations appeared even within clenching. His tail flicked back and forth, swatting the hardened buns like he was playing a pair of taut bongo drums. Each cheek grew bigger as it grew tauter, forcing his briefs to slip between his cheeks. When he flexed his ass, his cock spasmed, pushing up against the fabric of his briefs and starting to tear the cotton away from the elastic.

Cameron suddenly grabbed the whipped cream can from him and he met the wolf's fiery gaze. Those green irises began to glow as inky blackness crept in from the corners of his eyes and engulfed everything, saving his irises so that they could burn a bright red. He wasn't afraid and just grabbed the daddy wolf's pecs to indicate that he was ready for more. Cameron tilted his head back, never letting his eyes wander from Colton and tipped the spray can of whipped cream right into his muzzle. He pulled the trigger and a stream of cream burst into that lupine muzzle. He must have held that can down for about fifteen seconds, filling his muzzle to the brim. Colton couldn't help but wonder just how much that muzzle could take... and how much man cream he could swallow.

Those thoughts were momentarily brushed aside when Cameron pulled him back up and their lips collided once more. The cream was pushed into his own muzzle by that long, flat tongue. His heart fluttered a bit at the playful display and he went searching for his lover's tongue in the cloud of sweet, fluffy cream. Their wild display translated across their bodies as their arms and legs danced across the kitchen. Eyes closed, they slammed into a few more cupboards, Cameron breaking pieces of wood on his way as they stumbled into the lounge room.

SMASH!

That time, the sound of breaking glass did break Colton out from the hypnotic passion and he pulled back, still holding onto Cameron. A display cabinet showing unused wedding china was shattered, barely visible over Cameron's massive sloping traps. Matilda had always kept it up for display as a way to 'class up' the lounge room.

Now though...

Fuck it!

He dove at Cameron's lips, holding onto the wolf's waist and thrusting his hips right into that leather jockstrap. With each thrust, the cabinet cracked and more glass shattered. The force of his blows carried across Cameron's meaty form, smashing the plates behind him. His lover's huge paws seized the small of his back, sending shocks up his spine as the muscles there hardened and widened, forming divide where his spine was that could cut diamonds. Cameron's lust took them spinning across the room, shattering old mementos and photographs along their way.

CRASH!

They crashed against the mantle over the fireplace. Colton's arm dragged across the white stone surface, knocking down photos taken across the years with the smiles on his and Matilda's faces growing increasingly forced. Those very same arms stretched longer with every photo smashed, all too eager to get rid of the parts of him that had held him back from this level of ecstasy. The muscles along the limb grew taut, thick veins appearing across the surface; more so than Cameron's. As they reached the middle of the mantle, Cameron pinned him against the fireplace, his arms stretched out across the white stone and gripping of the stone. Using it as leverage he thrust at Cameron. Biceps surged outward with each thrust, triceps firming up and growing so big that they could easily frame their brothers. His forearms tightened, flaring out near his elbow and sending those veins crawling up towards his fingers; fingers that twitched and spasmed thanks to the electric sensations crawling throughout his nerves. Bones lengthened, his hoofed fingertips scraping across the mantle top until he reached the very edge where he immediately seized it with newfound strength.

Crrrrack!

Enough strength to crack the stone. Cameron tore his lips away from Colton, giving the bull a moment to gasp before he was assaulted by that tongue lapping all over his neck and muzzle, wiping away the last traces of whipped cream. His moans grew deeper, pitch lowering with the widening of his neck. Though his traps flared up, they didn't consume his entire neck but did enough to highlight his broad, rounded shoulders and the cords of his neck.

Colton tore his hands away from the mantle and enthusiastically seized the back of his mate's head, pushing him against his flesh while the other hand seized Cameron's firm, strong ass. Their passions took them stumbling through the rest of the lounge, knocking over a cabinet full of photo albums. Cameron's claws raked across an expensive oil painting made on Colton's first year as mayor, tearing the frame clean off the wall. Colton, now strong enough to hold his own against the titanic Cameron, drove their tangled bodies against the lone sofa.

WHUMP!

They hit it with enough force that it tipped back and sent the two of them tumbling to the ground. Colton still managed to remain on top as they slid off the backrest of the sofa. He was practically straddling the wolf's huge cock between his ass cheeks.

"Fuck..." he moaned, reaching behind him and seizing that thick spire of meat wrapped in sexy leather. "I want this inside of me."

A mischievous glint entered Cameron's glowing eyes. "We can't cum until we've had your seed on us three times but maybe we can do something about that."

Before he could ask what the wolf he loved meant, the leather between his fingers melted. He arched his head over his shoulder and gawked as the goo, taking a life of its own, slipped up his arm like a snake. He gasped as Cameron's Symbiont rushed over his shoulders. It was warm, comforting and oddly wet, like being wrapped by a long, slippery tongue. Most of all, he became acutely aware of the raw flesh that was sitting between his fingers that he just could not help but grip tightly.

"Fuck... You can do this...?" he moaned.

"Yeah, we can," Cameron answered with a smirk. His eyes had gone back to normal. "I told you. The Symbionts are alive. They have their own personalities but they're not much smarter than most pets. When they're fully formed, they can survive on their own indefinitely but they're not strong enough to protect themselves. That's why they make us so big and strong."

Colton licked his lips, reaching down and rubbing the wolf's thick, hairy chest. "Big and strong..." he repeated, dazed as the Symbiont rolled over his chest, its gelatinous form caressing his firm muscles beneath the straining shirt.

"You like that?" chuckled the blonde-haired wolf. "Open your mouth and breathe through your nose."

"Huh -?"

The Symbiont suddenly lunged for his open muzzle, shooting straight down his throat. He gagged in surprise, whole body going rigid as the gooey creature forced itself down his neck, causing a sizable bulge that was mixed with his gurgling. Colton was forced to throw his head back, arching his neck in a desperate attempt to extend the distance between where the black goo was and his heart. It was a vain attempt as the Symbiont was persistent and quickly shot down towards his stomach. He could feel the rubbery slime working its way through his veins, touching the intense buzzing of his own Symbiont and filling him with a piece of Cameron.

Oh fuck! He's in me!

Cameron's Symbiont was inside him.

He's... inside me.

Cameron and the Symbiont were one...

He's inside me... and it feels...

That desire for physical contact had never been met like this before. Someone was inside of him. It a was a level of connection that was beyond comprehension, beyond words. And it felt...

... Great!

Colton suddenly bared his chest, letting out a tremendous roar. The rest of the buttons on his shirt came flying off, his chest flaring out and widening his traps to give him a distinct taper towards his rigid abdominals. Pops erupted from his spine, each vertebrae letting out a relieved burst of pleasure as it stretched and grew, pulling the edges of his shirt further up his torso until it was hanging just barely past his belly button; one almost perfectly hidden within his rigid, diamond-hard abdominals.

The warmth of Cameron's Symbiont moved further down his body, crossing the bridge of his newly formed torso and sinking deep into his balls. He could only let out a desperate whine, gazing down at his tented briefs. A single name passed through his mind and he instantly knew that it was name of Cameron's partner - Ton. The Symbiont pooled in his balls, squirming in his testicles and causing them to inflate and surge as if possessed. Those two orbs filled out his already straining briefs, cresting over the tent and widening the tear between the elastic and cloth. He gasped as the fabric finally tore off completely, revealing his thick, eight-inch dick. The awe of his enlarged cock was momentarily interrupted with the flick of a tongue from the periphery of his vision.

Cameron's muzzle suddenly engulfed his dick, forcing him to let out a gasp of shock. The shock of it coupled with Ton squirming around in his balls, eagerly consuming all his cum and the Symbiont's eagerness to return to his master was too much. Ton thrashed in his balls, sensing its host so close, the Symbiont shot up towards the bull's cock. Colton threw his head back and let out another deafening cry; one that rattled the windows all over his house.

None of his seed shot out of his dick.

It was all Ton.

The Symbiont happily surged out from his balls, funnelling out of the massive cock and shot straight into the muzzle of his host. Even though it came out as a single stream, Colton bucked his hips once, twice... three times, all with mind-blowing blasts that caused all the tense muscles all over his body to go limp.

Ton immediately returned to his position, speeding through the rest of Cameron's body and erupting from the tip of the wolf's dick where it quickly reformed into the leather jockstrap that coated the canine cock. One final lick of Colton's cock and Cameron pulled his muzzle away.

"Oh fuck..." Colton panted. His body was heaving, his hips still bucking. "... oh shit..."

Cameron's powerful arms gently lifted him off the wolf and gently lay him on the carpet beside him. Those big arms wrapped comfortingly around his body, those wide pectorals offering a cushioning against his head. A soft kiss on his forehead soothed his full-body quaking.

"Something else, huh?" rumbled Cameron.

His eyes started to fall shut. "Y - Yeah..."

Colton wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for or if he actually fell into slumber but it only felt like a second had passed before that bolt of energy shot through him again and he was wide awake. The tingling in the back of his head was like an incessant alarm clock that was screaming for him to proceed with his transformation and have Ton squirm through his body again. His eyes snapped open and he nuzzled Cameron's chest, careful of his horns.

"Your Symbiont... Ton..." he mumbled. "He went inside of me..."

He felt more than saw Cameron's soft smile even as the wolf held him tighter against his chest. "It's kind of a symbol of trust. Having someone else's Symbiont enter you means that they trust you with part of themselves. For us, it was not only that but also got Ton to help you grow a little. Got him to absorb your cum to help get you to Stage 2."

Colton slowly squirmed away from his boyfriend's arms, that overwhelming urge to become active starting to kick in again. "Can you... Can you explain that to me? Why do you need to eat my cum?"

Propping himself up on giant arms, Cameron said, "It's part of the Jock's reproductive cycle." He lifted a finger and gently press it against Colton's forehead. "When the change starts, your Symbiont starts off in your head. But it can't materialise. It's bonded to you. That's dangerous because it's forcing you into the Department. We still want to make sure people can choose to leave their Symbiont if they want. That's why at the final stage of the process, you cum your Symbiont into your Progenitor. Your Progenitor and his Symbiont will pass on critical knowledge on how to live without the host and reshape themselves into a jockstrap befitting your partnership. Then, the Progenitor cums it out and it takes shape. The last step is for you to put it back on."

Colton had to spring to his feet, the energy in his body starting to reach critical levels once more. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet even though he had just one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of his life not five minutes ago. "Doesn't answer my question. Why do I need to cum in you?"

The titanic, ruby-furred wolf rose to his feet and rested his paws on Colton's shoulders, calming him somewhat. "When your Symbiont enters me, it'll be young and scared. It would have spent most of its young existence bonded to you and suddenly, that bond is severed. It'll be scared. It needs some familiarity." With one big paw, Cameron jostled his balls. "We're storing a lot of your cum in me right now. When your Symbiont enters me, it'll see that cum, a sense of familiarity from it and accept our lessons."

Kind of like how you place newborns near their mother's hearts so that they calm down...

"That sounds really... intimate."

Cameron leaned forward, their lips meeting once more. It occurred to Colton that he was now slightly taller than the wolf. Not as broad or wide but definitely taller. The kiss lasted for a good long minute, their tongues dancing against one another and his cock hard as a steel rod once more.

"We told you," answered his lover, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "Nothing is stopping us from loving one another. And we love you, Colton. Took being unleashed and throwing aside everything we knew to realise that."

Colton shuddered at the magical words and dove back into that kiss, rubbing his cock against Cameron's leather jockstrap that was still tented by that enormous slab of wolf meat. "Let's get you off," he growled. "I want you see you cum. I want you to give me my Symbiont then I want you to fuck me all night long."

He felt Cameron smile against his lips. "Then let's go upstairs."

The wolf's strong arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him off the ground easily. He had no qualms with being carried like a maiden up the stairs while his arms were wrapped around Cameron's broad neck and their lips were intertwined. His heart was racing, the Symbiont in the back of his head eagerly battering at the gates of his consciousness, ready to be born into the world and for them to be one. In a way, this last moment before he was still an 'I' was the sweetest of them all but he was also eagerly anticipating the moment he would become a 'we'. Not just because he would be joined with his Symbiont but also because it would herald the day when he would at least act on those repressed feelings and start a new life beside Cameron.

The familiar scent of his bedroom filled his nostrils, making him break the kiss and regard the two beds that stood on opposite sides of the room. Matilda's perfume was still in the air and though some part of him still cared for her, it did not feel right to have it lingering in the air. He buried his muzzle against Cameron's neck, taking in the manly scent infused with the twang of leather.

"We've got an idea," rumbled Cameron with a smirk, slowly letting Colton down. He strutted over the nightstand that separated the two beds and easily grabbed it with one paw, lifting it over his head and dislodging the lamp and electronics perched on it. He tossed it boldly across the room, sending it crashing against the wall where it splintered into a thousand pieces. Colton didn't care about the damage. His cock spasmed. Though freshly emptied, he was already leaking precum onto the carpeted floor.

Then, Cameron leapt over one of the beds and crouched down, paws on the sides of the mattress. Realising exactly what he meant to do, Colton mirrored his mate's gesture on the opposite bed.

"One..." he began.

"Two..." echoed Cameron.

"Three!" they cried in unison.

Both men pushed the bed across the floor. With a satisfying click, the two frames snapped together. If ever Colton needed a sign, this was it. He practically leapt over the bed to be with Cameron, the wolf mirroring the gesture. They collided in mid air, their legs and arms happily entangling with one another as they flew once more into the heat of passion. Ton immediately liquefied, shooting briefly over Colton's body before sliding down his legs and using the muscled limbs to cross back onto Cameron's form and slip between the wolf's ass cheeks. It must have been a pleasurable sensation for the Symbiont to enter him because Cameron gave Colton a powerful thrust that pushed the bull into the mattress.

The enormous wolf rolled them over the combined beds, leaving Colton beneath him. A hungry look was plastered all over Cameron's features as he reached down and ran his hands across the bull's strong, lean pectorals. He's titanic tool was a cannon aimed directly at Colton's muzzle, dripping with so much precum that it was oozing all over the bull's solid abdominals and into the sheets beneath them. Cameron expertly ground his balls against Colton's crotch, the heat from them urging the tall bovine to partake in the sensual dance. At the same time, he clenched his cheeks just as the bull's eight inch dick slipped between them, indicating what was going to happen.

"It's time, hun," rumbled the wolf with a devilish grin. His eyes once again shone red, the sclera turning dark. Colton was not afraid. "Do you want to join the Department?"

Colton nodded firmly. "More than anything."

He reached for Cameron's cock, drawing his fingers up from the base of that fat dick that he couldn't wrap his fingers around and ran it up the entire length. A thick wad of precum - perhaps a whole cup of it - oozed onto his palms. Now armed with some natural lubricant, he reached over the wolf's mountainous thighs and lathered it all over his cock. The motions sent blood and heat coursing all over his length, his Symbiont eagerly influencing the flesh. Molten power coursed through his veins, pushing up against his fingers and stretching all the way up to the tip. It could not stop there and he moaned while the pressure of the heat pushed his cock up another inch. The sensation of orgasm built up until the moment of release before suddenly abating with the added inch.

"Stick it in us," Cameron commanded, lifting his ass a little. The big-bellied wolf lowered himself onto the piercing third horn of the bull, panting savagely and drooling all over Colton's chest. Colton resisted the temptation to buck as his cock sank into the tight hole. Even the few moments of sex with Matilda could not compare to this both on a physical and emotional level. His resistance could only last for so long until he was had to thrust upwards, sinking three inches of his dick into Cameron. Both of them let out simultaneous gasps; Cameron as he was filled and Colton as his Symbiont went to work on the final parts of his transformation.

Colton was compelled to grab onto his mate's thigh as that shaking and quaking quickly spread throughout his entire body, the ferocious tingling setting every inch of his body on fire. All the vibrating seemed to burn away all the remaining body fat away and tightened his skin and fur over his form. Thick, blue veins crisscrossed his arms and legs, looking permanently plump and pumped even with little effort. A sound like stretching leather followed. Every muscle in his body grew denser, stronger; not necessarily bigger but just as firm and strong as any bodybuilder's without restricting his movement.

Cameron suddenly slammed his ass down against Colton's crotch, sinking all nine inches of bovine cock into him. Colton moaned and thrust back in retaliation and his cock surged up another inch, burying itself deeper into the wolf at a massive ten inches. The motion propelled Cameron upwards, sliding off half the length of the cock before he brought himself back down and impaled himself on the cock once more. Colton repeated the motion, thrusting up once more, that tight ring sliding off five inches of his vascular dick. His cock spewed more and more precum to supplement the one he had smeared along its length initially and Cameron's hot hole distributed it evenly.

His toes curled in ecstasy with the next thrust, relaxing after Cameron pulled away. The vibrating pushed his soles out further from his body just as an equal force pulled his spine upwards. He arched his back, eyes shut and lips pulled back in a joyous cry. When he came back down thanks to Cameron's forceful slam, his head was brushing up against the headboard and the soles were pressed up against the foot of the bed. With another thrust, his toes curled over the wooden frame.

Panting with increasing desperation, his thrusts grew more and more forceful as another inch was added to his length. Each thrust and pull became longer, Cameron's ass seemingly hungry for his cum and his Symbiont growing more impatient to be 'born'. No longer needing to clutch his own cock, he instead held onto Cameron's thighs, holding on for dear life as the savage wolf dictated their pace.

He felt himself about to climax... only for the sensation to pool into the walls of his dick and push it upwards another inch.

A moan of frustration rose from his throat. He needed to cum. He wanted to start his new life with Cameron... within the Department.

His balls churned... and again it subsided as his cock surged upwards another inch, bringing him to a titanic thirteen inches.

How... much... longer!? he mentally screamed.

His body tensed... then abruptly relaxed, a choking gasp leaving his lips as he grew to fourteen incredible inches.

"Make me cum..." Colton pleaded. "Please... I need to cum!"

His cock went rigid, a volcano about to explode...

... only for it to bury fifteen inches into the heavily panting wolf.

"Fuck!" he roared, gritting his teeth together and slamming his cock back into that tight, hot ass.

Sixteen inches! Just as big as anyone in the Department!

Then seventeen... eighteen... nine -

Colton roared, throwing his head back and arching his spin, pushing everything he had into one final thrust. The buzzing all over his body suddenly blasted out of from the back of his head with such force that he was forced to open his eyes in shock. All the burning sensations across his body shot towards his dick like Cameron's hole was sucking it all towards himself. It all pooled into his balls, pushing them out in all directions until they were pressing up against his thighs.

All that force suddenly shot the contents of his testicles up the length of his cock. He braced himself for the inevitably disappointment of another failed climax but he knew this was different. Still, he could feel his cum and his Symbiont rocketing up his cock, passing twelve inches... thirteen inches... fourteen...

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Here it comes!

... fifteen inches... sixteen... seventeen...

"I'm cumming!" he roared.

... eighteen...

"Give it to us!" Cameron roared.

... Nineteen!

"I'm -"

....

Twenty massive inches.

"FUUUUUUUUCK"

Colton's whole body went rigid. His scream of ecstasy rattled the whole house. Hot seed erupted from all twenty inches of his dick buried right into Cameron. His genetic material carried his Symbiont, the thick, black goo gliding along the flood with confidence until it entered Cameron Stockton. There, it was immediately greeted by Ton, Cameron's Symbiont, whom it had already met once before. The two creatures intertwined, dancing in the sloshing goo while the more mature of the Symbionts guided the hot, fresh seed right into Cameron's already stuffed balls. Knowledge was shared, lessons were learned but more than anything, destinies were intertwined.

Perhaps it was the unrequited feelings that had long been buried in both hosts' subconsciousnesses, a deep revelation through recent events or just the fact that these two men were attracted to one another on some primal level but their Symbionts shared an intimate, ineffable bond. Both would be forever intertwined and through them, their hosts.

With one last touch akin to a kiss, Ton sent the newly born Symbiont rushing out of its host's cock. All fourteen inches of that fat dick easily fired seed and Symbiont straight into Colton's face. The bull closed his eyes just as the tapered dick blasted hot, white cum straight into his face, coating every inch of his features and even dripping all the way down his neck and some parts of his pectorals. The second blast was even more voluminous than the first and was enough to force Colton's head back. It was like trying to fight against the tide but he someone managed to push his head back and take the third blast head on. The fourth was equally as powerful but it was the fifth that forced him to tilt his head to the side. Cameron, panting heavily fired more blasts up until he was spent, dripping cum all over Colton's tall, lean frame.

All amongst the white goo, there was a blob of black that nestled right over Colton's muzzle. The bull opened his eyes and smiled as he felt the touch of his Symbiont against his nose. As the white goo peeled away from him, the black version solidified; thick, flexible elastic wrapping around his muzzle with a thin, black mesh joining them all. He let out a soft moan as Cameron removed himself from his cock and held out a paw. Colton happily accepted the extended limb and was pulled to his feet, still dripping with cum but with the new mesh jockstrap hanging over his muzzle. The name 'Marty' was emblazoned in red across the elastic.

Colton gently prised the kinky jockstrap from his muzzle and was already starting to put it on when Cameron asked the question that had already been answered long ago.

"Do you still want to join the Department, Colton?"

"Do you even have to ask?" he replied.

Cock still erect, the bull and Mayor of Gauymore pulled the jockstrap over his monstrous, erect dick, the mesh stretching all the way to somehow accommodate all twenty inches of his cock. He gently lowered the elastic towards his crotch, letting it go. With that last, resounding snap, his dark brown irises burned with a bright red and the rest of his eyes were taken over by an inky black.

"Of course we do."

******

This was it.

Gauymore's final stand, Darryl Braid though grimly. If Martinez won't do anything, I will just have to.

He emerged from his police cruiser, something he had kept clean and pristine over all his years as sheriff because he took pride in his job. Around him, about twenty other cars parked in the lot of the old, abandoned high school that had now been turned into the headquarters for the Department of Socio-Political Economic Reform and Maintenance. Other cars were already parked in the area and it gave him a sickening feeling that he could recognise all of them.

They were from the residents of Gauymore who hadn't left and were now in the thrall of the Department.

The very same Department that was throwing some sort of 'welcome party' to buy over the remaining residents. It was a very clear attempt to cozy over to the rest of the town but Braid was not going to stand for it. Gauymore was a small, wholesome town. It didn't need to get swept up in the grandiose plots of the government that had long forgotten them except when elections came up.

No.

"Time to kick out the Department," he growled.

From the cars that had accompanied him, other men from the town emerged. He had insisted no one brandish any weapons but his mob took that to say don't wield any knives or guns. Bats and pipes were another thing. Violence was the last thing he wanted but he needed to make it known that not everyone in Gauymore was welcoming the Department and if he could crash this party to argue his case, maybe more would see his way of thinking.

This was not over.

He marched up the steps of the high school. The lights flashing from the various police cars in his mob surely would've caught the attention of the party goers. There was a lot of noise rising from within the walls. If anything, he could write them up for public disturbance and noise complaints.

Lifting a fist, he braced himself for his fight against the government...

... then the door sprung open and his jaw hit the floor.

Before him stood none other than Mayor Colton Martinez but he was not the same bull that the lion had shouted at just yesterday.

This bull was over seven and a half feet tall - more with the length of his horns - and brimming with lean muscle. He looked like a basketball player mixed with a male model; strong functional muscles with a proportional physique that would compliment and highlight any clothing he wore. Speaking of which, the only thing he did wear was a very revealing black, mesh jockstrap with the name 'Marty' written across the elastic. Thankfully, the Mayor's cock was no erect even though his sheath was clearly visible.

"C - C - Colton!?" he stammered in surprise.

Colton beamed at him brightly. "Hey there, Darryl! Better late than never! Come on in and join the party!" He stepped aside, offering them entrance into the school.

Darryl shook his head in shock. "W - What happened to you!?"

The big bull grinned at him.

"What do you think?"

Darryl was already reaching for his gun. "This isn't right, Colton! Whatever the Department did to you, it's wrong!"

"Awww, don't blame the Department for this." He flexed his right arm. "We wanted this. Trust us. You will too." He opened the door wide, spreading his arms as if welcoming the entire mob into the party.

"Come on in, boys! The Department is hiring!"