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Josh was... exhausted. His belly felt taught and he was sore in ways he hadn't been in months. Below him in the shower, still buried to the hilt in his backside was his formerly female coworker. The black furred leopard was dazed and confused and still hard as a rock. The mouse on the other hand, well... changes were still rippling through his body. His mind was still processing so fast that the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was only through a massive force of will that he was able to slow his thoughts. It ached, it was so hard... but the world came back into focus fully.

The first things to become apparent were that his partner was just over six and a half feet high. The organ firmly implanted in his colon must have been huge, and the amount of semen currently swimming in his large intestine was... illogical. Another stuttered breath later, he pushed that thought aside. Logic meant little where magic, real magic was involved. With quivering legs, the mouse slowly stood, drawing himself up off the thick cock inside his ass. He couldn't help but moan, it felt... amazing. He let his thoughts accelerate again, the distraction just enough to make him lose focus. Inches took hours, pleasurable, wonderful hours. It came as a surprise to him that he was physically climaxing again. Ropes of seed were slowly painting the dazed leopard's face as he pulled off the other's dick.

The dilation gave him plenty of time to analyze himself. His body had climaxed... seven times in the last twenty minutes yet was still producing seed. Was his metabolism altered as well? So many thoughts and so fast. Once the endless pleasure ended, the mouse was able to focus once again and bring time back to a normal pace. He also realized he was clenching muscles that should be autonomic. The mouse wasn't about to unload all that semen all over the feline below, so he carefully slipped out of the showers and dressed as best he could.

Sweats and his baggiest T shirt covered up the bulge in his gut, but nothing could hid the smell. Smell, scent... pheromones. That was it! He had to stop and lean on the wall and train his thoughts again. Find the lieutenant. Find Jimmy. Find facts... He drew a sharp breath and stood up again. No one seemed to pay him any mind as he walked in his 'civvies' through the department and into his unit's office.

"El Tee?" he said. No answer. But the dalmatian's office was open.

With a slow step, the mouse approached. "Jim? Jimmy are you in there?" Smell... scent... pheromones. They were flooding from the office. The same as the bag. The same as the crime scene. Josh stopped and doubled over a desk, memories flooding back. Sights, scents, words... crystal clear detail. The helpless erection in his pants at the sight of the big name lawyer naked and laying in a pool of semen, the scents pouring out of the elevator.

He slid off the desk and to the floor, curling up in a ball as he was forced to relive those hours in the office building in agonizing detail. All control of his body was lost for several minutes until the memory faded. It hadn't been painful, per se, but... It was unbidden, unstoppable. Slowly the bulging mouse stood and made his way into the office of his superior officer.

The lights were out and there was a soft grunting coming from behind the empty desk. Josh could smell it. The semen from the crime scene. The semen, and the LT. "Jimmy, its me," he said softly, shuffling his way around the corner of the desk.

Sitting on the floor was the dalmatian, out of uniform himself. The dog had an empty specimen bottle next to himself and a horrified look on his face. The dog's slacks were open and he was furiously masturbating. With a groan, the dog came, adding to the puddle between his legs and soaking into his jeans. "Something happened.... about 20 minutes ago," the dalmatian panted. "I can't stop..." He groaned and came again, pink flesh an angry red from how erect he was.

Josh did something he had been unable to do for what felt like an eternity. He acted without thinking. More precisely, he thought so fast it seemed to not be a thought at all. The sweatpants were torn off his hips and he turned around. "Jim... I'm sorry but I think this will help."

Down came his hips, the mouse brushing his backside across the dalmatian's nose. The winking pink hole seemed to get his attention and a quick lick, canine tongue dragging up the cleft and over the seed soaked ring. The contact didn't last, much to Jim's frustration. A whine escaped the dog when his desire for more seed was stymed. Jim just kept sliding down.

The mouse for his part felt a powerful need to push his rump against his superior officer's face, a need that it took his newly tempered iron will to deny. Slowly he dropped his hips, dragging his rump across the clothed chest of the other male. Without really thinking, his tail curled against the dog's cheek, then around his neck, adding a bit of friction and contact while he angled down to his goal.

With a gasp from each, the dog's thick, angry organ began sliding into the mouse's well used rear, right into the still hot seed left behind by Lesley. The effect was almost immediate. Both males groaned as there was an increase in the heat shared between them. Once again time dilated for the mouse as he lost his focus, everything slowing down. At the same time, things were speeding up for Jim.

Both males' heart rates begin to surge as the competing energies stored in both of their bodies met, causing a flush of heat and a flood of pheromones and musk. The first thrust seemed to take forever for Josh while Jim's motions felt... too quick. At least at first. The mouse left the dalmatian's lap and rose up a few inches... only to slam back down with a groan and the wet sound of semen as it squeezed out around the canine's shaft. Up Josh went once more, only to slam down again with another plentiful bathing for the other male's crotch.

Jim's arms slipped around his subordinate. What was he doing, screamed the voice in the back of his head. This was wrong. More wrong than stealing the sample, more wrong than what he did at the crime scene with Josh there... and yet here he was, thrusting away, pounding into the recently well used ass of his most junior squad member. Yet the more seed leaked out of the mouse, the more he felt it was right. His nose was pressed quickly into the younger male's neck as the burning, maddening need for more of the seed from the crime scene faded. It was being replaced, replaced with a need for the mouse in his lap.

Josh had long lost any rational thought. Once again as the enhanced narcotic aspects of the skunk Coal and the subtle, twisting infection of the gator Bubba met, the mouse was trapped. Inside him was a deep repository of that impossible voodoo magic, while buried under his tail was a throbbing antenna of potent corruption. It had all but turned his consciousness off once more as his mind and body opened up and the war took place. This time though, he was not alone. No, he had backup... the LT was there for him... fighting with him instead of fighting to take him. For the mouse, each thrust lasted for minutes of ecstasy while the two struck a balance.

The dalmatian thrust hard enough now to lift the mouse off his lap each time he drew back, bouncing the smaller male into the air. Each drive sent the dalmatian's senses into explosions of pleasure and detail. Flashes of beads of sweat on Josh's neck, a brief and intense moment of smelling the feline's musk as the seed pumped over his own heavy sac, the intense tingle of the warring energies around his shaft... moments that were seared into his mind in perfect freeze-frame. Each spike of sensation pushed him one step closer to losing it inside his mouse... his? Yes... he felt protective, possessive... His partner. The flash of intense instinctual need seared into him as purely as any image of their joining.

Minutes passed between the two males, infinities of pleasure that grew more intense. The moments of clarity on both their parts were short, intense, only seconds here and there. It felt like hours to the two lust stricken males as the build towards their peak drew close to its summit. Loud moans of pleasure filled the air and sweat rolled down their bodies as the moment of truth arrived.

Though they were far from stealthy, no one seemed to notice the noises of passion coming from the room. No one seemed to register that two half dressed cops were busily fucking each other's brains out. No one responded to the howls of climax or the pounding of a head against a steel desk in the midst of the moment of passion. No one noticed the flash of green and violet from behind the desk, nor the changes that began to crawl along the two males... violet glowing runes crawling from the root of Jim's cock and over his balls, tribal, arcane symbols crawling and growing up his belly as well. No one but they saw each other's changes, the mouse's eyes going black as a starless night and staying that way.

No, only they saw it, only they felt it. The pleasure, the terror of something outside their control acting on their bodies and minds. Seed left the dalmatian's shaft in pulses not so unlike when someone releases a pinched off garden hose. It caused the mouse's belly to swell again, before tightening up and more of the corrupt feline seed poured out around them, being soaked up on contact into the dalmatian's flesh. Each eruption was coupled with a pulsing glow from the tattoos burning on his fur. Each wash of seed left him feeling more and more at ease and relieved.

The same could not be said, however, for the mouse. Josh felt his head pounding. Pressure was building in his skull. The skin on the palms of his hands and tail was starting to look a little... sickly. Green hints were leaking into his healthy pink body as he was filled, as if his own body were taking the damage and stress from his lieutenant. "Jim..." he finally managed to say, his mouth finally working with enough control to form words. His body was growing more and more tense, the green pallor growing out from his rump.

It was only when the dalmatian's climax tapered off that the pressure inside Josh suddenly released. His already grown organ's veins pulsed, green glowing light traveling up the spiderweb of blood vessels from root to tip then back again. With a pained howl, his hips rolled forward, jutting his shaft into the air. Streamers of off color seed, thick with the corruption that had taken them both. The mouse's cries of strangled relief tapered of as the seed slowly turned a more natural shade and the puddle of goo between the dalmatian's legs was rapidly cooling. The unmistakable scent from the crim scene, the seductive scent of the skunk was wafting off the puddle as black wisps of smoke.

With Josh unable to move, Jim took the initiative, slowly drawing the mouse off his lap. Careful not to touch the mess on the floor, the dalmatian quickly made himself as presentable as possible and went to the janitor's closet to get a mop. Cleanup was going to be... interesting.

A figure dressed in a blue leather biker armor slowly slipped off the small, high performance two wheeler he'd come in on. Parked in front of a dive bar down town, the expensive looking ride was very out of place amongst bicycles, cruisers, and hogs. With the helmet still on and the visor blacked, it was impossible to see who was hidden inside. No, the only telltail was the thick tail of black fur following the cut figure into the bar.

All eyes lifted as the passing of the male across the threshold triggered a soft green flash and a series of glowing runes to appear around the door frame. All eyes remained on the skunk until he removed his helmet and set it on the edge of the pool table where a green dragon and the grinning Bubba were playing a game.

"Hello, William," the skunk said smoothly, unzipping the leather jacket and revealing a white fishnet shirt underneath. "I think it's time we had a face to face chat." The skunk calmly draped his riding jacket over the back of a chair before sitting down in it. "I trust that everyone here is yours?"

The gator's response was to only smile more. He motioned to the green dragon, who nodded once and motiond to the room. Everyone rose as one and slowly left for the back room, patron and employee alike... everyone save the green dragon.

Bubba sat himself down across from Coal with a grunt, then promptly propped his feet up on an empty chair. "Was wond'rin when y'all'd make a visit, Coal" the larger male said. "Was thinkin yew might've lost yer manners."

Coal merely smiled and folded his hands behind his head. "Oh hardly. We both have our plans in motion, William. Time is of the essence, after all."

Both men grinned at each other. The green dragon seemed to be taking no interest in the conversation, instead moving to the door and turning out the open sign.

With a sigh, Bubba leaned forward and asked, "What's your game Coal? Why this city?" The gator's fingers were placed in a peak over his belly, eyes lazily closed slits yet highly attentive.

"Where else?" the skunk responded with his hands held wide. "This city is far from the project, far from the bayou. No one here has heard the stories, they're full of prejudice and pride, fat and happy in their ignorance." The skunk's hands went back behind his head. "where else to better make an example?"

The gator shook his head. "Your quest ta 'right tha wrongs' is going ta backfire, Coal." The larger male glanced towards the door. "There's already been a complication."

Coal's brows rose, but he gave no other indication of surprise. Bubba continued after a few moments of silence. "Y'all must have noticed? We have new players."

The skunk laughed. "You mean the mouse and the dog, William? I place that directly on you. Trying to capture one of my pieces like that is dirty pool."

A green fist slammed into the table, causing glasses to jump. "Accuse me of cheating again, and yer gonna be chokin on every cock in the building, son." The gator quickly regained his composure, bu not before a sickly purple skull revealed itself to be painted over his face. The glow faded quickly as he calmed himself. "Not that it'd be much of ah punishment for ya, would it Coal?"

"Why William, are you insinuating that I enjoy choking on dick? I never," the skunk replied in his best Scarlet O'hara. "But more seriously, you need to be more careful."

"I need to be more careful?" The gator replied with amusement. "I'm not the one who's turnin the biggest law firm in the state inta my personal harem." A hand motioned the dragon by the door back over. "I pick my targets on a subtler level, my friend," Without a word, the dragon was on his knees next to the larger scale's seat.

Bubba pulled the cowboy hat off the green dragon's head and pulled his snout into his lap. "My boys are loyal because I freed em from their blindness." He pointed an accusing claw at the skunk. "Yours are addicts, junkies. But that..." he drew a hand over his head and leaned back. "is not the issue here. The issue is that we now have two rogue players. The dalmatian and tha mouse are gonna add a wrinkle, and I dun think you're gonna be able to convince them to join yer side. They're sure's shit not gonna join me."

Coal's face split into a smile. "Perhaps not, William. But if they will not join me and they won't join you, I will destroy them utterly. Nothing will stop me. Be glad I invited you to share the city. I think I'm done here." The skunk slowly stood and slipped his jacket back on. "Watch your back, William."

Bubba growled under his breath as the skunk left. "Quill, my boy... I'm going to have a job for you." The dragon's hands unzipped the gator's pants wordlessly at first. The large male's larger shaft was pulled free and slowly stroked as the green laid his head on the belly of the lounging gator.

"Not until after I've taken your edge off, sir." The dragon's nose touched the bare pink flesh of the gator before a kiss was placed on the head of the shaft.

Bubba's sigh was audible. "Coal's gonna get us all caught, my boy." The gator's hand came to rest on the back of the dragon's head and he pushed the other scale down to the root of his shaft in one smooth motion. "Listen close, son."

The gator's voice never faltered as the green dragon's muzzle bobbed steadily on his shaft. Even when glowing green voodoo paint made itself visible on the dragon, the gator never flinched.

For over ten minutes the dragon's glowing, inscribed face bobbed in ever increasing ferocity over his master's shaft, ears hearing only his voice and his mind recording every word of his instructions. By the time the gator finally was interupted by a low groan, both of them were awash in glowing body paint. Violet bones and tribal patterns covered every bare part of Bubba's hide while the dragon's own green paint grew brighter.

Bubba finally shuddered and pulled the dragon's face firmly against his crotch as his thick tool pulsed. The gator's balls drew up each time he fed his seed to his favorite, his most trusted lieutenant. The dragon's patterning changed subtly, muscles growing across his chest and his own jeans bulging as he was imbued with his master's power.

"Quillum, I trust only ya to do this. My first, most loyal convert. Even if this all ends with me being caught, I need ya to do this." The gator drew the dragon off his still twitching erection and brought their lips together. A whisp of violet passed from the gator's nose and into the dragon's. His eyes turned deep violet before returning to gold. The glowing paint slowly faded as the dragon rose.

With a lick of his lips, the now larger dragon leaned down to kiss the gator once more. "As you wish, master. I'll be in touch." The dragon adjusted the bulge in his pants before stepping away. His hat was grabbed in a smooth motion and he flicked the open sign back on before looking over his shoulder. "Good luck, Bubba."

The bar quickly returned to normal, patrons filing out of the back room and taking up their places around as though nothing was wrong. Bubba stood, walking to the back room and up the stairs into his apartment. He began removing his clothes before lighting candles and collecting his ingredients. "Dark man, tall man, I call upon hem. Dark man, thin man, I beseech upon hem. De rusteh's in the pot and de dog, him cry out so. Dem chillun be missun and de sheperd 'e call em home..."

Over and over the gator chanted, even as darkness decended around him. Yes, the game had become complicated. He needed to add more pieces to the board.

"Pale man, watah man, dis he call hem... Uh gwine gone dey tomorruh, for de wind 'uh blown sout..."

Yes... he had to add more pieces, he had to win this little game of Coal's.

Outside, the skunk had mounted his bike. The energy drawing towards the building was unmistakable. He grinned from behind his mask, then revved his bike and sped away. "Well played, William, well played..."