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The Care and Feeding of Graff-Breeds By Von Krieger

LJ grumbled as he began the process of removing his powered armor. Not for the first time he cursed the name of Cyrus O'Sullivan, the suit's inventor, and the GORGON goons who had been pursuing him. Cyrus and his truck containing seven prototype suits of weaponized powered armor had been T-boned by the bus containing Ritter Memorial High School's Ritter Knights football team. And wouldn't you know it, Cyrus had given each suit a security system that would ensure that it would respond to one and only one pilot. Not for the first time, LJ wished he'd been home sick that day. Or that he'd sat somewhere else on the bus, and some other schmuck would be stuck fighting ten foot tall snot-monsters and drawing the minimum level of ARMOR Civil Protection grants.

The suit had somehow installed a series of linkages directly into his spinal column when it had been smashed through the wall of the bus and folded over his body, which he'd only discovered after having gotten out of the damned thing. And he'd only discovered that after helping beat up three dozen GORGON mooks and not one but TWO Grav-tanks. Those lovely connections gave him a rudimentary sense of touch with the armor. Which was fine for providing feedback, but it felt absolutely wretched when you'd been covered head to toe in thick, viscous green slime. Despite the suit being air and water tight LJ needed a hot shower to get the slimy sensation off of him.

Of course heading back to base and standing down for the evening had its disadvantages. For example, mad scientist Cynthia Van de Graff had been apprehended last week, but several of her trademark "Graff-Breed" monster minions had been let loose in the city when her control circlet had been broken. And wouldn't you know it, the Knights had been called in to assist in the matter. Not fighting the most famous super-villain in the state, but rather playing animal control officer to a bunch of genetically engineered creatures.

They'd actually turned out to be rather docile and actually friendly, even though several of them were either the size of buses, or could lift and play catch with one of the same. Rather than returning them immediately, Short Bullet had kept several of the blasted things to study. A couple of them had cybernetic implants as well as genetic engineering that might be useful, others that had attributes not found in any sort of natural animal. The best way LJ could think of describing them was to take two animals, put them in a blender with a few bits from other critters, hit 'frappe' and pour out your brand new Graff-Breed.

There was another thing LJ disliked, the habit of the metahuman community to use puns for just about everything. And if it wasn't puns it was meaningful acronyms. Even the tentative designations for Van de Graff's creatures were wordplay.

And speak of the devil, LJ could hear the sound of hooves on the metal flooring of the base. Hail Mary had kind of adopted one of them. It was clomping up to be overtly friendly with LJ as he was out of his battlesuit and beginning to strip off somewhat soggy pieces of the skin-tight uniform that Field General insisted they all wear. LJ sighed and flopped down into a chair to remove his... he couldn't quite recall what they were. Not quite socks, slippers, or shoes, but they too were skin tight. As expected a few moments later there was a big black beak nuzzling his neck. Short Bullet had dubbed the critter a "Zebraven." It was built like an ostrich scaled up to the mass of a good sized horse, but rather than bird legs, it had a pair of powerful hoofed feet. The head was generally equine, as were the ears and mane, it had a mix of fur and feathers in a black and white pattern that made LJ dizzy when he tried to study it, the aforementioned black beak, wings, and a hefty lizard-like tail that made it look kind of dinosaurian. The creature, which Hail Mary had given the name of 'Snuggles' playfully licked LJ with its dry, bird-like tongue.

"Yes, I see you." LJ said with a sigh, "Hello." He patted the creature's neck begrudgingly as it continued to lick him and began to nibble on his hair.

"C'mon, knock it off," he said, scolding the creature and giving it a push. Snuggles seemed to take the hint and backed off as LJ got the thermal protection layer of clothing off and could get down to removing the base layer. Unfortunately the thermal protection layer didn't protect from the heat of wearing several sets of skin-tight garment at the same time. They were also very constrictive in the crotch area. It was obvious that they had been designed and tested by and on the two girls on the team, Short Bullet and Hail Mary, though none of the others seemed to complain about them as much as he did.

In fact none of the others complained about anything as much as LJ did. But then again they weren't the ones who had lost out on a college scholarship. LJ had been NCAA bound until the linkages from the suit and the subsequent changes in physiology and neurology from the suit had disqualified him from playing, due to the league rules regarding the use of metahuman players.

The hybrid creature looked at him, head tilted to the side. For some reason LJ had always felt a little put off by Snuggles. Though Short Bullet's intelligence tests had shown otherwise, LJ was pretty sure that all the Graff-Breeds were a lot smarter than the rest of the team gave them credit for. He paused in his undressing for a moment, looking over Snuggles. Once again he tried to make sense of the creature's odd white and black coloration. It was like one of those optical illusions that looked like it was moving, even though it was an unchanging image.

LJ could see why Mary had named the Graff-Breed Snuggles; as the mix of fur and feather looked like it would be rather soft and pleasant to touch. He found himself wanting to stand up and pet the creature, or give it a hug, just to feel the sensation of the softness on his skin. His head felt weird, the way it always did around Snuggles, like his sinuses were stuffed up but without the actual stuffiness.

He continued to stare at the creature, trying to follow particular black markings to see how they formed into a pattern, but couldn't get the pattern down. It seemed to vanish from his mind the moment he stopped looking at that particular portion. His eyes traced the pattern up the creature's neck, down its muzzle to the black beak, where the pattern ended. It felt like his gaze naturally tilted upward, leading him to the creature's brilliant, glowing, pink-purple eyes. LJ felt a momentary sensation of panic rising up from within him. But then he blinked, and the strange glow had vanished, if it had ever been there in the first place. Snuggles' eyes were limpid brown as they always were.

Dehydration had probably set in from sweating non-stop in the armored suit. LJ returned his train of thought to the tracks and recalled that he'd been getting ready for a shower. He wondered if he ought to get a drink before showering. But then again he didn't feel thirsty. He felt... hungry, with an edge on the hunger that he couldn't quite describe. He also found himself wanting to... be close to Snuggles. LJ found himself wondering if there was a brush around that he could use to groom the critter.

After all, LJ would likely have to get used to the zebraven being in the base. Maybe it was just light allergies that put him off about the creature. After all, it had been here for... awhile. It had been here for awhile, but also somewhat recently. LJ always had problems with pinning down dates. Everything more than a week or two before tended to blur together without key events to reference. He thought the Graff-Breeds had been there for a month or two, but only recently that Mary had 'adopted' this one. Other than the weird quasi-allergies Snuggles had been a very well-behaved creature. It didn't chew or claw the furniture, didn't get into the garbage, or shed everywhere, or make loud noises and make a general nuisance of itself.

"Now, onto that shower," he muttered to himself.

LJ stripped off the unpleasant, clingy top of his bodysuit, only to cry out in ticklish surprise as Snuggles ran his tongue up LJ from navel to neck. The creature had LJ right where he wanted him, with his arms essentially trapped in the half removed garment.

LJ drew breath to scold the creature, but all of a sudden he had a mouth full of critter-tongue. That wasn't the strange part, or... well, it was the least strange part. The strange part was that it felt... kind of good. Overcoming the initial shock, LJ pulled his top off and tossed it aside. The zebraven withdrew his tongue and began to lick LJ once more, each swipe of the tongue trailing lower and lower.

LJ found his face going red and hot with embarrassment; Snuggles' attention had gotten a response from his loins. As the licking continued down past his navel it was obvious what the zebraven was going for. The tight, stretchy fabric of the body suit did little to weaken the touch of the Graff-Breed's tongue.

"Crap," LJ muttered. "Crap, crap, crap."

He tried to stand up, but the creature gave him a nudge, shoving him back down. LJ's action only seemed to intensify the zebraven's licking. The creature knew what it was doing, as it paused for a moment to slip the upper part of its beak into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down with a quick tug.

It was like someone else was in control of his libido, he was already fully erect. There was an animal sucking his dick. It was wrong, it was gross, it was illegal in thirty-seven states. But it just felt so damn good. But what if someone came back and caught him in the act? No, they wouldn't be back for hours yet, and even if they did LJ would hear the machinery that opened above the flight deck.

For a moment he wondered if Snuggles and Mary had gotten up to something like this, which would sure explained why she wanted to keep him. For some reason LJ felt pretty sure that the creature was male, and somehow that made it even hotter.

He let out a pleasured moan as his body suddenly tensed. He'd been kind of close to feeling like he was about ready to climax, but the sensation had just about ambushed him. It felt... different somehow, better. He didn't feel like he was pumping anything solid out of his cock, rather a reservoir of something else from inside him was being drained. Was the creature some sort of energy vampire?

LJ didn't think so, he wasn't feeling tired or achy or worn out. As a matter of fact, he felt really good. His manhood felt well-lubricated from whatever it was in that weird orgasmic sensation and the zebraven withdrew his head and tongue, allowing LJ to get a good look at himself. His cock and balls were covered in a pearlescent pale-blue goo that seemed to glow in time with LJ's heartbeat. What the heck was that stuff? What was going on? And most importantly why had the bird-horse stopped sucking him off?

As he looked down in puzzlement at the goo the color began to change, darkening and shifting in coloration. In a few moments it was a deep, dark red. It was warm too, really, really warm. A thick gout of precum leaked from his cock, seeming to be the cue for what was next. The red goo seemed to... evaporate? Sink in? It felt more like sinking in, with the warmth moving from the outside to the inside.

He could feel blood rushing to his groin again. It felt like getting a hard-on while he already had a hard-on. LJ watched with fascination as his member began to grow. As he looked on it thickened, widened, lengthened, and started to change color and shape. In a few moments LJ was half again as well endowed as before. But that endowment came with a few alterations. The loose skin on his shaft drew back and drew tighter as it took on a pure black coloration. The rounded head flattened out into a trumpet-like shape.

He had a horse cock. Holy shit, he had a horse cock.

The swelling sensation continued, moment by moment making LJ bigger and bigger. It was not merely his manhood getting in on that act, but other bits as well. LJ let out a low moan as his balls suddenly jumped up to match size with his still-growing equine member. The skin around his groin began to bunch up, pulling into a sheath to house his altered organ once it had deflated.

If it deflated. As strange as it was, LJ found the whole thing to be... well... incredibly sexy. His mind went back to the mental image of Mary and Snuggles having some sexy fun together. It wasn't the first time he'd fantasized about his teammate. The fantasy wandered from Snuggles and Mary to Mary and LJ himself. Her long red hair, her cute freckles, her luscious breasts.

LJ let out a soft moan as he found his hand going to his cock as he imagined Mary kissing him deeply on the lips, running her fingertips over LJ's thick equine member, coaxing him back onto her bed, and with a grin and a powerful thrust, burying her own cock into LJ's ass, making him cry out in sheer bliss.

Wait, what?

No, that wasn't right. Ok, try again. Cute sexy redhead, kissing LJ deeply, her hand stroking his cock, the other on his shoulder coaxing him down. His lips parting, his tongue circling around the broad, flattened shape of her equine member's tip.

No! That was still wrong!

LJ tried again, this time picturing Mary bending him over the conference room table and taking him from behind. LJ with his hands bound behind him, Mary rubbing her member against his, teasing them both with a vibrating toy of some sort. LJ dressed up in a Ritter Knight's cheerleader outfit with Mary jacking off onto his face.

It was all so confusing, LJ knew that there was something wrong in regards to the mental images but at the same time he couldn't figure out what the problem was. He felt like there was a wall around the idea in his head, and try as he might he kept finding that wall barring his ability to recognize the oddity. He just couldn't visualize it. Maybe if he tried another... another... another teammate, maybe?

That brought the image of Blitz to mind, long haired pretty boy with a Napoleon complex that had only gotten worse when he'd acquired the largest artillery load-out of the seven. LJ pictured himself running his fingers through Blitz' golden hair, and...

No, that was definitely wrong. What was going on? Why did everything sexual he imagined end up feeling wrong? Maybe it would just be easier to concentrate on the here and now, rather than silly made-up notions like bedding one of his teammates.

LJ looked up at the zebraven, feeling totally and utterly confused. His mind was a tangle of conflicting emotions, thoughts, and desires woven around things that he couldn't quite grasp, but could almost reach. If he could just stop and think about things for a moment. But his newly enlarged manhood felt so good. He found himself staring at it with a bit of a stupid grin on his face. It was utterly alien, bestial, something that should most definitely not be a part of his body. But it looked so... sexy.

Snuggles' eyes met LJ's again and the zebraven let out an odd bird sound and tilted his head to the side before leaning down and giving LJ's member a long, slow, teasing lick. The Graff-Breed then began to lick his beak, as if he found the flavor quite pleasant. The creature repeated the action, making the noise again, a bit louder. The caress was intense enough to make LJ moan as an incredible amount of slick, translucent pre began to steadily leak from him, showing no signs of stopping.

It made LJ's mouth water for some reason. The sight of the hot, hard, black, glistening bestial masculinity filled him with strange urges. Well, it was big enough for LJ to do what he thought the beast was suggesting. He leaned forward and closed his eyes, running his tongue over his own shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips at the sensation. The tentative lick grew stronger and then suddenly LJ found himself feverishly lapping at his cock. The attention seemed to make it swell larger still and soon LJ found that he barely had to contort his body into order to make mouth and member meet. He stopped for a moment, figuring out how he had positioned himself. It seemed that not only had his shaft grown bigger, but his body also seemed to be more lithe and flexible than he thought it ought to be.

But those thoughts were derailed as the zebraven began to lick at LJ as well. He found himself mirroring the creature's movements, his swipes of the tongue moving up higher and higher until they both came to the tip. LJ paused, not sure what he was supposed to do. Snuggles made a soft, happy sound and nuzzled LJ's face with his beak, and then proceeded to open his beak wide and began to slowly, almost torturously draw in inch after inch of LJ's cock. The zebraven began to slowly move his head up and down, making LJ moan and squirm in the chair. The sensations he began to experience were not unfamiliar, but the alteration of his modest span of inches into nearly two feet of black, bestial length had heightened them to a degree that had LJ driven into a state of animalistic lust. It no longer mattered to him if someone walked in and saw him with his dick down Snuggles' throat. He would do whatever it took to make himself cum. He needed it, and knew he needed it with an incredible certainty that would have shocked him just a few minutes before.

He found himself gripping Snuggles' tufted ears, pushing off the ground with the balls of his feet each time he thrust his hips into the hot, sweet warmth of the creature's maw. That strange sensation of something almost spiritual began building up within him once again. Only this time it overlapped his physical pleasure as well.

The zebraven didn't seem to mind the treatment, even as LJ worked his cock deeper and deeper into the hybrid creature's throat. Wordless whimpers and mewls of pleasure spilled forth from LJ, sounds that he would likely not recognize as coming from him. His vocalizations were purely those of an animal in heat. He gripped the arms of the chair with a vise-like grip as he pulled back for one more thrust.

Then Snuggles, having pulled back nearly as far as he could, rammed his tongue through the slit of LJ's cock. A primal snarl tore its way from LJ's throat as he reached the very peak of his pleasure, and had it explode into an instant of white-hot sensation that stole away conscious control of his body. His movements were all mating instinct reflex. LJ could feel something being pumped out of him in concert with each incredible surge of seed. Snuggles withdrew his tongue and worked his way downward again, seeming to assure that not a single drop would be spilled. Unlike before LJ could feel something essentially being siphoned out of him. But instead of weakening him it seemed to strengthen him. He felt like he could fuck for days, like he could run a marathon and not even be winded. But the emptying void within him ached and throbbed. He needed something to replace what Snuggles had taken.

As the last trickle left LJ's member the zebraven pulled away, making a low thrumming purr of contentment. He leaned forward and tilted his head, LJ's own lips parting instinctively as the hybrid's tongue met his own.

He could... taste the remnants of his own... essence, perhaps? But it seemed off to him somehow. Dull, lifeless, stale. But he could also faintly sense something within his lover that could soothe the ache, perhaps more than soothe.

LJ wrapped his arms around Snuggles' broad neck, the fluffy fur and feathers feeling delightfully soft against his bare skin. His body tickled, shivering as the Graff-Breed's heat seemed to flow into him. LJ began to softly pepper the creature's beak with kisses, the need to fill the void within him masking the subtle, gentle sensations that crept over his body.

Snuggles fanned one wing open, trilling softly as he moved in a circle around LJ. The human found himself moaning softly as the long feathers tickled and caressed his bare flesh. He let out a soft cry as the zebraven began to stroke his cock with one soft, feathery wing. He leaned up against the beast, hugging his neck. Snuggles spread the other wing wide as well, wrapping LJ in a feathery embrace.

The hug was wonderful, sensual, loving. He just wanted to stay and hug the Graff-Breed forever. His cock even stopped aching for a bit as he was surrounded by Snuggles' feathers on all sides. His hips made tiny rocking motions as his manhood rubbed over those wonderful feathers. His shaft was... odd in that it had ceased being wet and slick, covered in a mix of the critter's saliva and LJ's own precum. He wasn't leaking anymore for some reason. At least not physically. Once more it felt like something was being slowly, pleasantly siphoned away. But this time there was also a soft, gentle flow back. Cuddling with the creature seemed to be restoring whatever it was that LJ had lost.

LJ moaned softly as the tension seemed to dissolve from his muscles, the aches he always had from wearing his powered armor gradually disappeared. After a few moments it felt like getting a full body massage; all his muscles being worked and manipulated in a way that brought pain, but in a good way. His breath began to come in gasps as he heard his body making some rather odd sounds. It felt like parts of him were stretching, growing, reshaping. Most of the sensation faded away after a few moments, nearly all of the remaining centered upon LJ's lower body, and his hands for some reason.

The zebraven stepped away, leaving LJ standing on his own for a moment, though not for long. His legs suddenly were unable to support him and he fell back into the chair that he had just vacated. He watched his legs in confusion, seeing movement beneath the skin tight suit he still wore over most of his lower body. His muscles were growing, but they weren't all growing at the same rate. The familiar contours of his musculature were gone in an instant, becoming a flowing, unfamiliar mass that altered itself more and more with each passing second. He felt joints pop, tendons twist, and bones break and knit back together.

The changes first solidified around his waist, the band of the undershorts he wore feeling oddly loose, even with his huge cock protruding from the front. But there was an unfamiliar tightness just a bit lower. LJ could see his new, broad hips and he could feel that there was some subtle difference about his rear as well. For one it seemed to ache strangely and he tilted himself to one side about to reach back with one hand to try and correct the discomfort.

But that act was stopped in its tracks as LJ saw his hand. Where four fingers had been were now two; large and thick, topped with a shiny black nail. They seemed too big in comparison to the rest of him. His thumb had grown larger and thicker as well, to scale up to the new size of his enlarged hands. And even then something about them also set off alarm bells in LJ's head, but he couldn't quite pin down what it was that disturbed him so much about the alteration.

With a sharp tearing of fabric, LJ's legs continued to warp and shift. The muscles had most definitely become larger and thicker as well. But they were arranged in an unfamiliar alignment. LJ was intimately familiar with the anatomy of the human body, he had to be in order to keep himself in tip top shape. But the shape he was in now was totally unfamiliar to him. It was flat-out inhuman.

With a few more pops and tears he saw the reason. His legs really were not human any more. He let out a soft, startled cry as the... sock-slipper-things that he'd originally sat down to take off tore as his toes ripped through them. Or anatomically it might be more accurate to call it his toe, singular. At least that's what his mind could remember about equine anatomy as he stared at the growing hooves where his feet had once been.

LJ stared dumbly at his new legs for a few moments. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of the flight deck readying itself for an inbound Knight.

Oh crap.

He felt his emotions whiplash sharply as his mind seemed to clear in an instant, the fuzzy, detached feelings of his alteration gone. Replace with the sudden realization that he'd doing sexual things with an animal.

An animal that had made him go full-on metahuman. Somehow the damned bird had done this to him. Given him a big, thick, sexy horse cock and the lower body to match. No, not quite. It looked more... more like Snuggles' leg layout. A mix of equine and avian built for running and for power.

Someone would be arriving shortly. He needed... he needed to get this fixed, somehow. Or at least out of sight until he could get himself covered up and get the more embarrassing alterations under wraps. He needed to get out of the open, into a room somewhere. He heard the pneumatic hiss of an elevator platform heading up to the roof, telling him he had about two or three minutes to get out of sight before someone arrived.

LJ gritted his teeth as his anger rose, the Graff-Breeds were supposed to be safe! They'd been studied exhaustively by he didn't know how many different scientists. He had access to the files on Cynthia Van de Graff and her creations, and there had been nothing in there about them being contagious! What the creature had been sucking out of him had been his human characteristics, according to some sort of wacky energy-pattern based quasi-magical mumbo jumbo thing that had been discovered back in the 40's by one mad scientist or another. Being in close contact with the zebraven let it 'fill' the empty spaces it had made in LJ with its own patterns. The same energy pattern voodoo was what allowed Van de Graff to put animals like this together like their genetics were LEGO bricks. The same stuff that allowed insane plastic surgeon Victoria Vaughn to 'steal' the beautiful traits of celebrities and add them to her own standard of 'beauty,' ransom them, or copy them to one (or several) of her protoplasmic 'nurses.'

"N-no..." LJ mumbled, pushing himself up out of the chair and onto his hooves, "N-not going to let you do this to me." He'd expected to be off balance, unfamiliar with them. But he stood on them very easily, the distribution of weight and centers of gravity and whatever else it was all seemed to flow together naturally. His first tentative steps were easy, as if he'd been walking with hooves since the day he'd been born.

Here he was with a lower body that was part animal, a huge, aching, throbbing black cock that showed next to nothing of once being human, and an even greater ache in his rump that he couldn't quite pin down. He didn't think he could go very far with the weird, awkward pain.

LJ reached back and fumbled at the seat of his pants with one thick-fingered hand. He was kind of expecting to have developed a horse's tail or something like that to be stuck in his pants or something. But oddly there wasn't anything like that. All that he felt was the sleek, stretchy fabric of his thermal suit clinging tightly to a well-formed buttock. So what did that leave that would ache back there? LJ bent down to see if maybe there were some bones out of alignment or something, or if there was a muscle cramp somewhere along the line. He felt the ache lessen a bit as he bent down, though he couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it was that made him feel better.

Snuggles knew what it was however, as he leaned down and ran his tongue over LJ's backside, drawing a pleasured moan from the transforming young man. It only served to make the ache worse, more intense.

LJ's eyes widened as everything seemed to click together for a moment. Why his fantasizing about his teammates had felt wrong. "I... I'm not!" LJ protested, yelping as he felt Snuggles' weight atop him. He knew what was going on, and he wasn't going to get mounted by some weird, gay, bird-thing! No matter how good it felt!

He drew in all his willpower and broke into a run, his hooves striking the floor sending echoes throughout the base. Strangely the running dimmed the ache. Well, not quite dimmed so much as other sensations began to overwhelm it. Specifically the sensation of his cock slapping against his torso with ever step he took. His backside also felt a bit of a draft.

LJ looked over his shoulder, expecting that the zebraven would be hot on his heels. But instead Snuggles seemed more interested in the bit of cloth his beak had torn from LJ's pants, and he seemed to be occupied with that. Gathering the scraps of fabric from LJ's transformation as well as his discarded articles of clothing.

Yeah, go build a nest or something you fucking...

Just looking at Snuggles made LJ's head feel funny. Made him want to slow down, turn around, and go back to petting the cute bird-horse. He snapped his eyes shut quickly and resumed his running, trying to ignore just how damned good his cock was feeling right now and how he really wanted to do something with it.

Instead he ducked into the closest room he found, one of the half dozen that had been assigned for scientific research. LJ slammed the door closed behind him, fumbling for a few moments with his thick fingers and the keypad to lock the door and put the "Delicate Experiment in Progress" flag on the display.

LJ moved himself to the far wall, getting as far away from the door as he could. He leaned against the smooth, cool plastic composite and slumped down in front of it. He wasn't out of breath, but all that had happened in the last... He looked at the red readout of the digital clock nearby, the sole source of illumination in the room. It had only been fifteen minutes since he'd arrived at the base. Fifteen minutes! What the hell was he going to do? How was he going to get back to normal? He needed to warn the others about that damn humanity-stealing zebraven and its damned hypnotic plumage. But it was so hard to think clearly, what with his oversized, over-stimulated, drooling cock and... well, LJ didn't want to think about the other ache.

M-maybe he'd feel better if he just rubbed one out? After all, you couldn't have a hopped up libido and be aroused forever, could you? It had worked for him in the past, jacking off when he had a boner that just wouldn't go away.

He rose to a crouch, running his thick-fingered hand over his even thicker manhood. His length was just the right size of LJ to grip and stroke. He rubbed it experimentally; tracing around the underside of the head made him shiver, but rubbing the slit of his cock made him moan. Damn, was it ever huge. It was so big that... that... LJ blushed, not wanting to think about it. But he pushed a finger into his slit all the same.

Oh that felt wonderful, delicious, heavenly! LJ found his mind flashing to the image of himself in a cheerleader outfit again. And he couldn't help but picture himself being all girly. He called to mind what he could see and feel of his altered self and he...

LJ's eyes widened as he realized that he had some pretty damn sexy hips and a pretty big bubble butt. Gah! Snuggles had been turning him into a... a... a... UGH! Not only had the critter started to steal LJ's humanity, but it also had started sucking the manhood out of him as well. LJ couldn't help but continue to focus on the disturbing images his mind came up with. He felt like... like... like a mare in heat; not only that but rather than jerk off he was fingering himself.

"Not a mare!" LJ murmured, "Fuck no, not... not going to be a mare. Mmm..." he found his mind drifting back to the fantasy of Mary with a big thick horse cock, like his. LJ didn't notice that he began to salivate at the thought, licking his lips. "Oh powers, Mary, please! Please fuck me!" LJ whimpered, caught up entirely with his body's pleasure and his strange fantasy. He imagined himself dragging his tongue over her shaft, getting her slicked up. He imagined himself bent over the table, Mary slowly slipping her horsecock into his ass. "Oh yeah!" LJ whispered, "Oh, Mary!"

He did not notice, however, that he'd slipped his other hand beneath himself, finally rubbing the source of that stubborn ache. In a few moments LJ was fingering himself quite happily, twice over.

"Oh yeah, Mary!" he whispered softly, "F-fuck me! M-make me your mare!"

The relief that washed through him felt so wonderful, even moreso was the intense pleasure building within him. Whatever Snuggles had done to him, none of what the zebraven had done had given much sexual satisfaction, only bringing forth higher and higher levels of frustration. Even so, LJ lost track of the time as he played with himself, fingering his cock and ass simultaneously. Feeling so on edge, needful, pent up, it took him a long time before he approached climax.

When he did, LJ had long since ceased giving coherent vocalizations to his fantasy, merely soft animal sounds of pleasure and lust. Once his climax struck, it felt like LJ sent forth gallons of pent up longing, exploding outward in thick, heavy jets. He could hear it splattering all over everything. He took care to not get himself covered in it. He didn't want to have to wash it out of his hair or anything like that.

Eventually LJ's climax died down, his cock beginning to soften as it leaked forth a tiny amount of seed and spunk. He leaned against the wall behind him and sighed happily. Of course that was when he heard the grunt, shortly followed by the sound of some thick liquid connecting with a solid object at some force. Then he felt the warm rivulets of cum trickling through the air holes in the barrier. The barrier between the research room and the enclosure in which Short Bullet kept one of the larger Graff-Breeds.

LJ found a soft warmth flowing into him, combined with a renewed lust. His member was painfully erect once again and the scent of the hybrid monster's cum filled him with a lustful hunger.

"P-please no." LJ whimpered softly as he staggered up onto his hooves, three-fingered hand fumbling for the latch that would lead into the enclosure.

The soft purr of the creature within seemed to reach down into LJ's bones and resonate. He stepped into the enclosure, into the warm embrace of the Tigorilla. A huge palm lined with soft leather stroked his cheek, his shoulder, heading downwards to cup his rear.

"You are mine," the Graff-Breed purred, the words echoing within LJ's head, rather than coming in through his ears. "My soon to be kitten."

"Oh please...!" LJ whispered, "Please n..."

His protests ceased as the tigorilla kissed him, saberteeth and rough tongue making it more exciting and thrilling somehow.

"Oh powers, please!" LJ whispered breathlessly as the massive creature coaxed his hands towards its groin. "Please fuck me!"

His protests were put to bed with a soft purr and a promise of pleasure.