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"Here, drink this." Marik said to his twin sister Melanie, approaching while she sorted dusty tomes on heavy, hardwood shelves within Masters personal library. He handed over a crystal vial of an ugly looking purple liquid. It sloshed around greasily, held in by a heavy wooden stopper sealed with wax that was dusty and discolored with age.

"What? No way! That stuff looks gross. What is and where did you even find that?!" Melanie asked, stepping down from the stool she was using to put volumes on the upper shelves, and taking the vial from her brothers hand anyway. She examined it closely.

"It was on Masters potion shelf."

"The one he made you clean this morning for using his personal spell book to summon demonic parasites to infest me and the castles servants?"

"Yeah, that's the one!"

"Didn't he tell you to discard all the potions on that shelf and sanitize the whole lot with a very heavy duty corrosion spell?"

"Yes." Marik looked smug. "But this one looks fun, and I didn't want to see it go to waste."

"You're a moron, you know that, right?"

"Maybe. Now are you going to drink it or what?"

"You said it looks fun. What does it do?" "Where's the fun in telling?"

Melanie stuck out her tongue at her brother, broke the seal and popped the cork. "Holy fuck! That smell!" Holding it away from herself, she bent over and gagged; she could feel the fetid stench singeing away the hairs in her nostrils.

"Hey, don't pass it back to me!" A few feet away, Marik retched terribly. "Go on, drink it! Just hold your breath. It won't kill you!"

"Oh, alright!" Melanie snapped. Taking a deep breath and suppressing the urge to vomit, she placed the vial to her lips and took a sip, consuming a third of the bottle. Quickly, she stoppered it, and conjured a blast of air that knocked books off shelves to disperse the scent. It didn't help at all.

"I don't feel any different," Melanie said, walking out the door, trying not to breathe.

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time a potion spoiled." Marik, pinching his nose, responded nasally. He followed her out of the room. "Where are you going?"

"True. But a spoiled potion could be dangerous. And what's it look like? I'm leaving the room. That smell was heinous!"

"What did it taste like?"

"Like your asshole after a spoiled lard enema, with a hint of cinnamon."

"That's... Oddly specific." "But I know what your asshole, spoiled lard, and cinnamon taste like, and that tasted like all three." The pair turned a corner and up a flight of stairs.

"When the hell did you taste spoiled lard?"

"Don't worry about it. And cripes... I can still smell that shit. I need some air. I'm headed to the courtyard, you coming?"

"Sure, why not. Beats being stuck inside this stink"

"Did you sanitize the rest of the stuff like Master asked?" Melanie asked, turning down another corridor.

"Maybe." "You know he will literally skin you, regrow your sorry hide, and skin you again, if you didn't."

"Worth it, if you ask me. You didn't read the descriptions on some of those bottles."

"Yeah, and I don't think I want to."

"It'll be more fun for me when I slip them in your water that way." Marik jumped in front of Melanie, and held the door to the courtyard open for her.

"Since when were you ever the gentlem- BUUUURP."

"She speaks!"

"Yikes, that was a hell o- BRAAAAAP"

"She speaks again! Let us learn from your wisdom, O'mighty sage!"

Melanie felt uncomfortable, that sensation of trapped gas rapidly filling her. She opened her muzzle to speak again, but instead she only vented another long, loud, foul burp to the empty courtyard, the sound echoing off the walls as she stumbled forward.

"Well, that's not what the bottle said would happen." Marik remarked, now slightly worried, watching his twins' stomach bulging dangerously. She continued to inflate like a balloon, swelling until stretched taut, straining. With gruesome tearing sounds, ropes of blood splattering in long graceful arcs several feet, she popped.

Shreds of skin, flesh, and fur pelted Marik, stunned at the speed of the unexpected occurrence. He closed his eyes, prepared to mourn until Master came and resurrected Melanie, but a sharp pain on his foot make him look down. The large granite slabs were painted in blood and bits flesh, but down at his foot was unmistakably Melanie. Several Melanie's, in fact.

Each one was little more than three inches tall, all perfectly formed miniatures. The one at his paw was chewing into the big toe, and it was mildly unpleasant. From somewhere off to Marik's left, he heard Melanie's voice.

"What the fuck was that?! What did that potion do to me?!" One of them screamed up at him.

"It split you into a bunch of yous, apparently," Marik said, thoughtfully condescending. looking about, he saw more and more of her, up to twelve from the initial seven he had seen.

"Is that what it was supposed to do?!" A second mini-Melanie asked.

"No. It was supposed to be an age regression potion."

"You bastard!" Yelled the one biting him, pausing barely long enough to speak. Marik couldn't help laughing. The fact that she was yelling at him indignantly was all the indication he needed that she was alright.

"We already knew that. Now, I don't know about... The lot of you, but I can think of ways we could take advantage of this."

"T-take advantage?" A strange look overcame a couple of the Melanie's, and then they gathered the rest of themselves together and whispered urgently to each other. Marik leaned in to eavesdrop, but was viciously scolded. Thinking he had already pushed his luck by feeding her a spoiled potion, he waited patiently for them to finish. By the time the conference ended, there was a total of fifteen mini-Melanies. A magical hand appeared on his wrist, and with draconian strength, pulled his hand above his head. It was a simple spell, cast by a mini-Melanie, and he began to counter-spell it, but a second and third manifested, gripping the other wrist and muzzle, silencing it. A tingle of concern crept down his spine. More and more mage hands gripped him, holding him still, then to the ground.

One of the Melanies came to him, where he was now pinned. She was just tall enough to be eye level.

"Oh, we're gonna take advantage alright." All of Marik's attention was focused on his miniature sister. He wanted to ask what she had in mind. But a yank on his legs lifted his butt an inch off the ground, another his tail out of the way, and he realized that he should be wondering what they had in mind. Unable to ask, he tried to see what was happening, but could only feel something small penetrate his sphincter.

Melanie pushed her arm inside her brothers tail-hole. It wasn't hard, considering her size, and his regular use of this hole with whatever handy object he had. She chuckled to herself, thinking about all the times she had given herself a penis, and fucked him senseless. Being inside him in some capacity wasn't new, but now that she had the option to try, she wanted to be completely inside, and intact. Just to see what it was like in there. Adding her other arm, she stretched his anus wide enough to stuff her head in. She should've known what to expect, and it stank horribly. With a flick of her hand, she scoured the inside, and forced her way further in.

It was difficult, Marik squeezing, clenching the mighty muscle that was his sphincter rhythmically, pushing against intrusion. But she persevered, getting head, shoulders, and torso down to her waist inside. Bracing her hands against the ring of muscle against which she fought, she pulled her hips, legs and feet in. Triumphantly, she stood in the dark, cramped, humid moistness of his cleaned rectum, but promptly fell, sliding down onto her butt on the slippery flesh.

Snapping her fingers, Melanie set a small magical light and observed her surroundings, the wet, wrinkled confines reflecting it. It appeared pinkish, but it was hard to tell in the weak, blue tinted light she had created. Gripping a wrinkle, she pinched it, and felt Marik's whole rectum ripple in response, knocking her off her paws a second time. She wouldn't be doing that again. Thick, mucosal goo covered every surface, and now thoroughly matted her fur. She wasn't sure what it was about being soaked in her brothers butt juice while being in him made her hot, but boy was it getting to her, and fast.

Crawling out of the ridge she had slipped into, she draped herself over one of the firmer wrinkles, setting it between her legs, and grinding back and forth, dragging the slippery flesh between her legs. It glided smoothly, the ripples, creases and bumps rubbing against her labia and clit, pushing her towards orgasm. As she rubbed, she could feel the mucous of his rectal lining being forced inside like a he was constantly cumming into her. Climax hit, and she slipped off her perch and back into the sticky pool where she had fallen before, and jammed two fingers into herself to keep going as long as she could.

When it faded, moments later, she stood, moved the mage light to hover over her head, and carefully picked her way to the back of his rectum, where another sphincter blocked passage further in. Ready for an adventure, she took a deep breath, and pushed her way past.

Hovering above the prone form of Marik, Melanie looked down with a smirk as another Melanie stood at his ear, talking, and another shoved herself into his ass. A third, still plainly angry with him continued halfheartedly attacking his paw, and three more were laying in a triangle eating each other out. Six of the remaining eight were moving away, taking flight into the castle to do who knew what, and the last two stood, observing their brother, thinking over their next actions.

Gently, she hovered downward, landing on him, next to his sheath. The scent of his pheromones hit her hard, his glorious musk playing havoc with mind and body. She could feel his body straining against the many mage hands holding him still, and grunting at whatever the other was doing in his butt.

Smiling, Melanie knelt down, and stared into the tiny hole at the center of his sheath. It glistened with the faintest moistness, the very tip of his penis just inside. Delicately, she caressed the outside, then reached into the hot wetness between his cock and the inside of his sheath. It was a lot tighter than she expected, and deeper. The entrance was very stretchy, and she had little trouble spreading it open so she could admire her dear twins' dick.

A hand on her shoulder startled her, another Melanie kneeling at her side. "Need a hand?" she asked, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"I'd love one. I'll hold it open and you tickle it so it comes out?"

"You got it!" It felt distinctly odd to be holding a conversation with herself, and she got the feeling the other Melanie felt similarly, but it was nice to know that she was talking to someone who had taste, and was completely on the same page as her for once.

The other Melanie reached in and stroked Marik's turgid cock, running her fingers delicately over the curves and contours of the narrow vulpine tip. It swelled and pushed, forcing them both out of the way.

"Do you want the tip, or do you want to grind?"

"I'll grind, but I want to play with his tip a bit first."

"I'll just stay here and play with his knot until your ready, okay?" The other Melanie gave a thumbs up, and she walked to the tip.

Melanie had been Marik's penis before, and sucked it and had in her many times, but she had never had such a rare opportunity to be so close, to examine it. And she threw away her chance now, thoughtlessly opening her muzzle as wide as possible to suck on that narrow tip. It was a mouthful, what with her being slightly shorter now than his cock was long. But she managed, licking all over what she could fit. She tongued his urethra, the hole more than large enough for it to fit inside, tasting him. A twitch ran through his member, and the sweet taste of pre filled her muzzle. It overwhelmed, forcing its way down her throat, out the sides of her muzzle, and some trickled out of her nose too, but she didn't care.

Swallowing, Melanie pulled off, wiped her nose, slathering her arm in her brothers pre. Putting her fist to Marik's urethra, she pushed in. The slick coating eased her arms passage down, but it was still an effort. Small as she was, her fist was still just a little too big to fit comfortably inside.

Another spasm, Marik's cock twitching. Melanie could feel the pressure, pre trying to escape, but it couldn't pass the blockage that was her hand, and she wiggled her fingers in it, the thin, slippery goo squishing pleasantly between her fingers. The twitching continued, getting more insistent, wrenching her arm. Worried it might get dislocated, she removed her arm, letting the pre splash across her face and chest. It was like sweet syrup, and she licked it from her fingers, walking around to where Melanie was clinging upside-down, licking at Marik's balls. It was undignified, and the sounds of bliss emitted between laps at his sack made her chuckle.

Melanie looked up, caught off guard by laughter. Sheepishly, she stopped desperately nuzzling at her brothers nuts, muzzle pointed into his taint, and composed herself. It had been tricky business getting into her precarious position, Marik's sac giving way under every step, and getting off was no exception. But she managed, and helped Melanie mount up onto his cock. The bulge of his urethra fit her cleft perfectly, and she gave a coo of pleasure, experimentally rocking her hips.

Certain that everything was well, Melanie walked around to the sticky mess of pre and examined the tip of Marik's cock. She wasn't one hundred percent sure it was going to fit her tiny pussy, but she sure was gonna try. Unfortunately, since he laid face up, the tip was high, and laying down, she couldn't angle it into her cunt. Going down onto all fours and looking over her shoulder, she lined her tunnel up with that smallest part of his prick. Letting her lust to have any portion of the monster rod filling her, and pushed back. It bounced off her labia uncomfortably, and slid up along her crack, coming to a rest just under her tail.

For a moment, Melanie entertained the thought of taking it anally, but decided that a cum enema was not as fun or arousing at the moment as a cum douche, the thought of potentially getting pregnant making her already sopping twat wetter. With a hand, she tried to force it into her. The slick coating made wrangling the massive cock nearly impossible, and it took several additional attempts. It also didn't help that occasional drops of precum, no doubt the handiwork of Melanie, refreshed the slippery coating, soaking her from lower back to knees.

With a frustrated huff after the umpteenth time, Melanie pinched the edge of his pee hole, and shoved herself back as hard as she could. Regretted it immediately, she felt the hot flesh spear deeply, stretching her to the max and bumping right into her cervix. Her muff ached, feeling it continue to slide slowly deeper, stretching her more, until she felt the very tip pierce her cervix, and poke directly into her womb. A small burst of pre pulsed into her, and she vented a long, loud, lustful moan that bordered on the ecstatic. The twitching, throbbing heat, discomfort of being so stretched, straining to keep the monster inside stimulated every nerve, and came her brains out, pissing herself like she was three, and not fifteen.

Behind her, Melanie was grinding away, making the cock bounce. She could feel the strength of the twitching increasing still, and knew it for the onset of her brothers own orgasm. Gripping the fur on either side of his bellybutton, she bared down, ready for the searing hot squirts of virile semen to fire into her uterus. Eagerly she pulled slightly forward, and jammed herself back, orgasmicly stretching her cervix and womb wider. A mighty groan forced its way out of her twins muzzle, through the mage hand holding it shut. Its depth and volume reverberated through her, numbed her body; but reminded her of the mistake she had made in her hazy lust, the mistake the other Melanie had avoided.

An intense pressure built explosively in Melanie's gut, but the heat, and knowing it was her brothers sperm, made her pussy clench compulsively, orgasmicly, around the throbbing tip, tightening the seal. It was so intense, the pressure, the semen filling her womb, it made her feel weak. She closed her eyes and let it fill her, letting all other sensation fall away.

It felt like eternity in paradise. Melanie felt nothing but cool air, and the release of pressure from behind her navel, crested again, and again, floating on a cloud of sheer bliss. When she opened her eyes only seconds later, it was to find herself flying across the court yard, her insanely bloated belly explosively venting Marik's cum from her tunnel, propelling her like a bottle rocket across the courtyard. In the seconds before impact with the ground, she decided it had been totally, fucking worth it.

Melanie watched Melanie fly over her head, showering everyone in jizz propellant, a look of total contentment on her face. Her belly was balloon like, but shrinking as she traveled. Similar noises came from her wetly flapping, gaping pussy as she flew, impacting with a much too solid thump into the floor. In a flash of disorientation and climactic bliss, she suddenly felt the sensation of incredible pressure on her belly, and flying through the air. She almost came on the spot. The Melanie talking to Marik looked like she felt it too, and the one that had still been grinding on the top his dick looked stunned, slid off. Fresh memories and sensation of being perched atop and grinding his comparatively massive cock flooded her mind.

Mind swirling with revelation, Melanie thought about how she could make the most of this strange mechanic. With a flash of inspiration undoubtedly twisted by the lust now flooding her system thanks to the new memories, she walked to Marik's side, where the vial had fallen from a small pouch he wore about his waist. It was a struggle, but she set it upright against him, and pulled the stopper out. It smelled less intense to her tiny nose, but she knew instantly that her brother could smell it and did not like.

With a struggle, Melanie scaled her brother, stood over the mouth of the vial, and cannon-balled into the gross liquid. It was thick, making it easy to stay afloat, but it made her skin itch unpleasantly. Quickly, she drank as much as her tiny belly could handle, and set about trying to make the vial fall to the floor and let her out. Its vicarious position and her brothers post orgasmic twitching made the job very easy. The vial clanked loudly against the floor, and she pulled herself out, and ran for his muzzle.

It was her mage hand that silenced him, and she commanded it to turn his face, bringing his muzzle to the floor. His eyes widened in horror, seeing his purple, greasy, smelly, potion soaked sister running at him like a madwoman, tiny, perky, partially developed breasts bouncing hypnotically. Melanie dismissed the hand, and he immediately opened it. But to speak sensibly or yell insensate, didn't matter. He realized much too late, as always, he should've just kept his muzzle shut.

Into his maw Melanie dived, the spoiled potion mixing with Marik's saliva, letting her slide with surprising ease along his wriggling tongue to the back of his throat. She could feel him gag, but she didn't let that stop her. Hot under the collar for being swallowed like a snack, she crawled down his throat, augmented by his now desperate attempts to swallow so he could breathe, tight muscles squeezing and pushing her forward and down.

Lungs burning for air, Melanie reached a tightly clenched orifice, the next ripple of smooth muscle pushing her against it. It dropped her, upon the next contraction, into a small, hot, fetid space. She splashed into a waist deep pool, lit by a ghostly light, and immediately, she felt the itching of her skin intensify greatly.

"Melanie?" Melanie asked.

"Yeah. Melanie?"

"Yup. You reek."

"And you smell like ass. Protection against acid spell?"

"Obviously."

"How was the trip up his intestines?"

"Sucked, even after I remembered water breathing is thing."

"Ha! Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!"

"Oh, now I know why you smell like tha-" From outside, and all around them, Melanie and Melanie heard Marik speak, but it was too distorted by the intervening body to hear clearly.

Melanie asked Melanie another question, but she couldn't speak, the intense pain of the building gas and emitted burps and farts blocking all attempts at communication. With a squeal, she popped, several even smaller Melanies floundering in Marik's digestive acid, but they dissolved in seconds.

Melanie stood next to her brother, stunned, Melanie running past her, covered in that horrendous potion, and dived head long into Marik's muzzle. Sure, it was been fun to eat or be eaten, but she didn't really feel it was anything worth writing home about. But, it was becoming clear to her that even though they were all Melanie, they all had some quirk, a lions' share of a trait the other minis hadn't gotten.

"Wow, it really does taste like my asshole after a spoiled lard enema, with a hint of cinnamon. I'll be damned."

"When the hell did you taste your own asshole?" Melanie asked, startled.

"Don't worry about it, little sis."

"I told you to stop calling me little. I'm older."

"By two minutes."

"And don't you forget it. But judging by what I just saw, you're gonna be as small and numerous as I am in two minutes." A brief wave of dizziness over came her, causing the last word to drag and fade, then surge into the sounds of mirth.

"I don't like the sound of that laugh."

"You shouldn't." Said Melanie, coming up behind Melanie.

"Oh, hey Melanie. Couldn't chew through the fur on his paw?"

"No, but I'm happy to wait and get my revenge on one of him when he's small as we are."

"Revenge? I don't like the sound of that, either."

"What're you going to do to him?"

"Oh, I'm going to rape the hell out of him."

"Exciting. May I help?"

"Please do."

"I don't like being ignored."

"Shut up," The two Melanies commanded, glancing irritably at him.

Marik felt a sudden stabbing gas pain in his stomach. With honed, skill, he shaped his burp, using the exhalation to speak. "Make me."

"Your breath is rank. When's the last time you brushed your teeth?"

"Good one," Melanie said, high-fiving Melanie. Another atrocious smelling burp escaped Marik, followed by a long, squeaky fart. Melanie could see his belly visibly swelling as hers had just before she popped. But Marik burped again, long and loud, blasting their fur back and making them gag. His stomach swelling went down. It only took a moment for it re-swell, but he just burped again.

"I can do this all day, if that's what it takes to stay in one piece." Marik said, opening his muzzle to burp again.

"Not if I can help it, Melanie said, moving her mage hand from a leg, and clamping it over his muzzle, cutting it off in the middle. Marik's throat bulged, and his belly began swelling again, the gas no longer finding its way out. With a hilariously high-pitched squeal, he swelled to balloon-like proportions and popped, spraying a fine mist of blood, several small Marik's and an unconscious Melanie left in his place.

There were fewer Marik's, but with half the Melanies dead or missing, there was a similar number present. Melanie looked at Melanie, and they nodded, and together, each captured one of the disoriented Mariks, pinning them to the floor. Both were pleased to see they were stiff.

Grinning evilly, Melanie grabbed the disoriented mini-Marik, and stuffed his cock into her pussy, and began riding him, forcing him to the edge, then backing off over and over. Next to her, Melanie was doing the opposite, forcing him to cum over and over, until she could see that it was becoming uncomfortable.

Marik looked down at himself, the dizziness wearing off. All around him, he could hear his own voice, and that of his sister. Sitting up, he saw two of the Melanies, each pinning a Marik to the courtyard ground, and just going to town on them. They looked to be having a rough time of it, and he wanted to help. Maybe if he worked with himself, they could turn this around on her.

In his proximity, there were three other Mariks, for a total of six, himself included. One enterprising Marik had already managed to work himself into the lesbian three-way happening off to the side, but the rest were all just sitting up and brushing themselves off, or staring at the obvious rape happening. He couldn't help but feel aroused, watching himself getting dominated by his twin so thoroughly, and with his cock hard to start with, he was ready to get in on the action.

Forgetting about the other Mariks, Marik went over to one of the Melanies. She was oblivious, so focused on the Marik before her that she didn't notice his approach. With a hand, he grabbed her face, and jammed his cock into her surprised muzzle. She gagged, but he only pulled out enough to thrust back in. He knew Melanie could take it. He had woken her up by stuffing her face full of dick on many occasions.

Below Marik, Marik tapped his paw in thanks, and used the distraction to slip himself out from under Melanie. His cock was red and swollen, balls drawn tight, but there was no trace of cum to be seen. Marik rammed his dick deep into the back of Melanie's throat. He hated being edged repeatedly, and wouldn't wish it on any Marik, even if it wasn't himself.

Melanie grabbed Marik's hips, attempting to push him away, but he jammed his cock in harder, knocking her off balance, and forcing her prone. His cock slurped from her muzzle as she fell.

"Thanks, Marik. Gods, my balls are so blue right now. Lets get her back!"

"No problem, Marik. It's my pleasure. Now lets show this cunt of our sister who's really boss." Marik smirked, watching Melanie shiver excitedly, being talked about like that.

Kneeling over Melanie, Marik straddled her face. "Open up, Sis. Time for dessert." She made a perfunctory attempt to resist, but opened her muzzle the second the tip of his cock was put there, pulling it into her muzzle like a straw, and sucking desperately. It hit the back of her throat, and she gagged again.

"Now suck." Marik commanded, and she obeyed. It was startling how easily she complied, considering that she would normally put up at least some kind of a fight. But he didn't, couldn't care, as his cock was sucked, drawing him quickly towards climax.

Marik looked at Melanie go, sucking on Marik's cock like a distressed baby with a pacifier. Sore as his dick was from being edged, he needed to get off. And otherwise occupied, Melanie wouldn't be able to stop him. Her legs were wide open, revealing her soft, pert pussy, soaking wet and drooling her juices all over her thighs and ground.

Kneeling behind Marik, Marik got smacked in the face by his tail. But, as annoying as that was, he did have a nice ass. It was his, after all, and he took this rare chance to admire its curves, the well cared for fur, his dangling ballsack... Everything seemed to draw the eye right back to the clenching sphincter in front of himself. Sliding his rod back into Melanie's sopping tunnel, he leaned forward, and nuzzled into Marik's crack, sniffing his own heady, musky scent, making out with his asshole, pushing his tongue right inside without hesitance. The taste was just as he remembered, and much better for not having the taste of spoiled lard or cinnamon getting in the way. His counterparts' hole squeezed, no doubt startled by the intrusion, but he relaxed into it, accepting the greedy tongue punching of his fart box.

The sight of his own ass, the taste and smell, with Melanie's tight pussy wrapped around his prick, and being pent up, he thrusted just once into her hot wetness, and came. Marik continued to pound away through his orgasm, desperate to relieve the ache in his testicles, battering his knot against her labia. Semen spilled out around him, making things messier and more slippery, and finally, it slipped in. She squealed loudly around her muzzleful of dick, clamping tightly on him, and he came again, filling her womb with his sticky jizz.

Marik watched Marik make out with Marik's ass. He considered himself to be straight, but right now, that sight in particular was driving him wild. Next to him, Marik was also intensely watching.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Huh?" Marik frowned at the vacant, lust filled gaze of Marik.

"Lets fuck!"

"Okay!" Marik watched Marik struggle to tear his gaze from the breeding frenzy going on only a short distance away, and got onto his knees. He shuffled closer, pressing their cocks together, stroking, and grinding their hips together.

Gripping their members, Marik jerked them off, but Marik was so pent up from watching what was going on, he came after only a few strokes, soaking their crotches in thick, creamy white seed.

"Oh, come on! I barely started!"

"Sorry," Marik said, hanging his head. Perking up almost immediately, he went onto all fours, lifting his tail. "Wanna go again?"

No further encouragement needed, Marik shuffled up, hot-dogging Marik's ass. With two fingers, he applied the cum on them to the head and shaft of his prick, and pressed the tip of his surging penis to the soft white fur that faded into the healthy pink skin of his pucker, twitching eagerly. He was so horny, he dribbled a little pre onto him, but he hesitated.

"Since when were you ever a butt-slut?"

"Sh-shut up! I'm not a butt slut, now stick it in me already!"

"Said the butt-slut."

"Fuck you, Marik."

"As you command!" And Marik slid his cock into the warm, tight embrace of Marik's anus.

Marik was tighter than expected, considering the occasional use of toys, and Melanie's love of pegging him. Grabbing his hips, he pulled him into his first thrust, hilting to the top of his knot in one push. Below him, Marik moaned, begging him to go deeper, and knot him too, like complete whore.

"Wow, such a needy little butt-slut." Marik tried to respond with a snarky comment, but Marik slapped his ass hard enough to make him squeal like a little girl, and began riding him with a furious intent that would've made communication impossible anyway.

The pace Marik set was intense, and it tired his legs quickly, knees and thighs cramping. Laying over Marik's back, he put all the work into his hips and abs, enjoying the added benefit of his hands being free. He explored his cock, bouncing and throbbing with every wet plap of his knot against tail-hole. It was weird, feeling up his cock, brain telling him it was his own, but not being able to feel his hand on it. But he pushed it out of his mind, teasing the hot, slippery flesh, making him moan.

It was obvious Marik was close to cumming again, prick throbbing and leaking enough pre to puddle on the granite. Marik wasn't quite there yet, so he let go of him, and instead felt up the soft, downy testicles. The heft and feel were pleasant in his hand, letting them roll around in his palm. Impishly, he tugged on them, eliciting a lusty whine from his partner.

Finished dicking about with Marik's junk, Marik wrapped his paws around his middle, throwing all his weight on and into him. He let himself luxuriate in the clenching muscles massaging his shaft, and the feel of the cock in his hands. Thinking back to when he had tasted his own butt, he had never dreamed he'd one day fuck himself too. He slapped his knot harder and harder into his rides' hole with every thrust, and with an ecstatic exhalation from both, it popped in. The sudden spamming and clenching of the tight muscle around the base of his knot pushed him over the edge at last.

Marik came, filling Marik's rectum with cum. He could feel it, filling the limited space, and surging deeper, hot around his own shaft, getting squeezed upon by Marik, anus clenching in time with the pulse of his own orgasm, spraying seed hands free across the ground in long, thick ropes.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, butt-slut?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that."

"Y-Yes!"

"You want more, don't you, Butt-slut?"

"YES!"

"Yes what?"

"YES MASTER!"

"That's better." Marik pulled them both into a kneeling position, his muzzle resting over Marik's shoulder. With short, powerful strokes, he thrusted into him, tugging hard on the tie, the whines and moans cute and arousing. His knot was super sensitive after having cum, and felt spent. But he didn't wish to disappoint, so he bared down, and stroked his cock, making it bounce and wave in the air.

With a mighty effort, Marik began to piss inside Marik. It was hot and built up tremendous pressure, pressing on the others prostate, and he shot another load, launching his seed several feet. He hadn't realized that he had to go so bad, or that Marik would enjoy getting pissed in so much. Sighing, he tugged one last time, hard, pulling his knot from him, leaving his anus gaping, gushing piss and cum. He admired his handiwork, wishing only that gaping orifice was Melanie's.

The Master watched from afar the shenanigans of his two charges, a group of six miniature Melanies clutched in his giant, black-scaled claws. He flew above the scene, his enormous wings keeping him aloft. He was too high up, and they to small and focused on their debauchery to notice his hawk-like gaze upon them.

He would be lying to himself to not admit he had expected it, or that he got off on what he saw. His massive cock stood rigid from his cloaca, drops of molten precum dribbling down it, lava-like. He ached to touch it, but now was not the time. He would do so later, when he had fixed the sexual chaos unfolding below.

With a few deft motions, the Master shoved one of the Melanies into a pocket dimension. "You and I are going to have fun later. But don't worry, while you won't remember this when you're whole, I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have planned for you. At least, some part of you will." He chuckled, Melanie looking both disconcerted and excited for the prospect of having, for the first time, sexy times with the Master. Then her expression turned to horror, realizing that things like this could've happened any number of times.

"I see you understand now." And he closed the pocket dimension.

Considering the scene below, the Master picked out the least occupied of the Mariks, and teleported him into his paw, then flung the rest of the Melanies into the air. They screamed, free falling, but like the Marik he had chosen, he knocked them all out, wiped their memories of his direct interference, and exhaled a great gout of flame into the courtyard, charring trees, flowers, and twins alike.