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Exile wasn't the first person out there to try doing something rather melodramatic to prepare for an upcoming sports season.

Only a couple years earlier, one of his friends had been taking performance enhancers to try and be in tip top shape for nothing more than a fun, friendly season of softball, and yet, as the spring was dawning again and the snow was finally melting away in the suburbs, Exile found himself repeating all of the same old mistakes that he'd seen before.

"Gonna show those guys how great I really am when I'm playing in tip top shape!" Exile muttered to himself, as he finished another quick set of repetitions with the heavier dumbbells that he'd purchased in the off season. Truth be told, he was already doing a great job of getting himself back into better shape to start the new year, but when he felt like he might be running into a wall in the later weeks of February, he couldn't resist diving into something a little bit more sinister.

As many dark roads as he'd traveled, the black and orange stripes upon the paw that handed Exile the syringe were still shaking as they made the pass.

"I'm warning you, and I mean it this time...this stuff is extremely dangerous. Don't just go shooting it up if you aren't ready to deal with certain consequences!"

It was Joshiah, of course, who was giving Exile the last of his own illegal performance enhancers, the ones that he'd been too afraid to continue using. They sat in a hidden drawer in his bedroom and taunted him until he finally found someone to pawn them off on...but no one was really interested, until Exile came along to claim them.

"You have half the neighborhood doped up on Prebudila. What's the worst that could possibly happen?"

Exile clearly didn't understand the danger of what he was being handed. Joshiah actually narrowed his eyes at his fellow hybrid, shaking his head just a little bit. "I know I'm being a terrible friend by even giving this to you, but I'm trying to make up for it by warning you about this...do not inject the whole thing at once. Take it in small doses, once a day, and spread out what's left over three weeks. There's all kinds of stuff in this vial that you shouldn't be putting in your body to begin with!"

"Pfft... What's the worst thing that could happen? I mean, you were able to use it just fine, right?"

"Yes, I was...because I followed the instructions."

"Right, right. Don't take the whole thing at once. Got it."

Joshiah let out a quiet sigh as he sat down on his bed. "Exactly. Do yourself a favor and remember that when you decide to finally use it...and just so you know, you're already looking a lot better this year, dude...I don't think it's really necessary for you to take this stuff."

Exile shrugged. "It'll work though, right?"

"Like you can't possibly imagine."

"That's good enough for me!" the huscoon assured, taking the syringe and making his way out of the bedroom of the other hybrid, back to his own apartment. He only leaned his head back in the door to make one last comment: "Just you wait, dude. You ain't seen nothin' yet."

That fateful conversation was only a month ago, and yet, it seemed that Exile had quite the leftover supply of whatever he'd been injecting himself with. Joshiah had supplied him with a full vile, and as the huscoon stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, admiring the way that his muscles had grown abnormally fast, he allowed his ambition to grow even stronger to blind his better logic.

"Almost half a vial left..." Exile muttered to himself, as he looked down at the syringe, sitting on his bathroom counter. The liquid inside was rather mystifying, and something that no one would normally put into their body...it was thicker than oil, and it had a shimmer to it that no naturally occurring liquid shared. It was a deep, violet color, one that might look proper on medieval royalty, but it looked horribly out of place in the vial that held it.

Exile knew it wasn't the best idea...but with just one more flex of his arm, showing off a thick, impressive bulge of a bicep, and a balanced triceps on the back end, his mind was readily made up.

"Gonna hit so many home runs..." he started talking to himself, trying to distract himself a little bit as he prepped the needle. No one was a fan of getting poked, and he was Exile was no different, but he couldn't let anyone else see what he was doing. He had to stab himself with the needle, and he gritted his fangs as he remembered the sensation that was to come. He watched closely as the needle came close to the thick, bulging vein in his right arm, and slowly passed through his flesh with an unpleasant, stinging tingle. "Gonna be so strong, no one will be able to beat me..."

Exile pressed the pad of his thumb into the depressor of the syringe, and though his mind still resisted the thought, his body moved forward, and Exile watched as the entire vial that was left started to drain...every last drop of the liquid swirled down through the needle and into his bloodstream, mingling with the vital fluids that awaited. "Nnngh...d-damn... kinda burns..." Exile grunted, fighting through the pain of the moment and making sure that the vial was completely empty before he pulled the needle out of his arm. Thanks to the nice, thick coat of fur upon his arm, he didn't have to hide any track marks, and he didn't have to put a bandage over the wound...he just had to wait for the bleeding to stop, and as late as it was, he felt the best move might be to simply sleep off the pain and be ready for the game the next day.

"It's the softball season opener, and I've never been more ready in my entire life!"

There was a rush of strength and energy throughout Exile, as he could literally feel the liquid he'd injected coursing through his veins and making the rounds throughout his circulatory system. The devious substance absorbed into his body at every turn, starting off a rapid reaction that felt like nothing more than a regular dose to the delusional hybrid.

It was easy enough for him to ignore the burning strength that was growing inside of him, as he tossed the used up syringe into the wastebasket and turned off his bathroom light. With a wealth of confidence that betrayed him in ways he couldn't yet know, Exile happily dove into his bed the same way he'd be diving across home plate the very next morning.

**

Nothing could take the spring out of Exile's step when the alarm went off. His excitement was brimming so heavily that he was awake several minutes before his alarm even went off, but he sat in bed, grinning like a clown and waiting for the alarm to go off anyway, just to signal his rising up out of bed and getting ready for the most exciting day of the year.

"Gonna hit some home runs, gonna steal some bases!" Exile sang to himself as he tossed the covers back onto the bed and strutted to the bathroom. He flipped on the lights and took a look in the mirror, admiring his own, fang-filled grin and loving the way that he brimmed with a confidence that bordered on arrogant. The muscles that sat upon his chest were just a little bit puffed up, and for the moment, it distracted him from even noticing the way that the dark, black fur around his eyes, acting like the mask of a bandit, was starting to spread. After all, he was the hybrid of a raccoon and a husky...why should a little discoloration in the fur seem at all out of place?

The song continued as Exile shrugged his shorts right down and literally hopped into his shower. He turned on the water and gave himself just a quick scrub, finding there to be little reason to get all squeaky clean before going out to a field to get sweaty and covered in dirt. The mere thrill at the thought of going out to The Meadows and dominating the base paths, however, was enough for his thick, hanging manhood to start to come to life, as he stood under the rush of the water.

Joshiah had warned him about this, and almost every single day, he woke up and had to take care of the fact that his libido was in high gear...it was nearly routine for him to reach down and grip his cock around the base, but his common sense got the better of him in this one instance.

Celebrations could wait. He had to go and dominate the field before he could dominate his own fantasies.

Breakfast was quick and unceremonious for Exile, who barely left himself any time to eat. Golden beams of light were already shining through the front window of his apartment as he scooped together a leftover sandwich from the fridge and started munching right into it before he was even out the door. He held the sandwich in his muzzle, biting into the bread to keep it all from falling to the floor as he raced back into his room, gathering up his baseball pants. He hopped around his bedroom, stuffing one leg in, followed right by the other as he did his best not to fall down. He went into his top drawer and quickly tossed on his classic white and scarlet jersey, and drooped an arm toward the ground as he rushed back through the living room. He caught the straps of his bag, carrying all of his softball gear with the greatest of ease in his improved state, and finally, he made his way out the door.

The sandwich was gone in mere seconds, as his physical hunger was every bit as powerful as the sexual hunger that he was finding harder and harder to control. He tossed his gear bag in the trunk of his car with a rapidly growing haste, and stepped right in, settling against the seat back with a long, drawn out sigh. He could feel the chills running into the very tips of his paws as they tightly gripped the steering wheel, and his giddy nature couldn't help taking over as he backed out of his parking space and headed for the fields. He only had to look into his rear view mirror once, and completely ignored the fact that the black fur was spreading up over the crest of his head, and up over the tips of his ears. That same black fur was running down his neck as he made his way down route 64, but he didn't notice or care...he was too busy focusing on the delightful warmth that was spreading through his groin as he lowered a paw between his thighs, working the tip of his thumb over the crotch of his thin, tight baseball pants.

"C-can't wait to get to that field..." he grunted, as he could feel the tiny dribbles of his precum starting to bead against the front of his boxers. That warm, slick wetness distracted him from the feeling of the more delicate, peach fuzz fur upon his tail starting to grow out longer and fluffier...thankfully, it was already curled, so he couldn't have possibly felt a change in the shape that wasn't there.

What he could easily notice was an inexplicable desire to play the sport, like none he'd ever felt before...something that was far more primal than either of his heritage animals could possibly account for.

Chalk it up to competitive spirit, he thought, as he finally brought his paw away from his own covered member, knowing that if he went any further, there would be a rather obvious damp spot on the front of his slacks.

The car came to a nice, easy halt as Exile pulled into the south parking lot and stepped outside on the most gorgeous Saturday he could ever remember seeing so early in spring. Other cars were already there ahead of him, and people were starting to gather; both on the fields to practice, and on the bleachers to watch the action. Everyone was already waving to Exile when he approached the field, and though he saw a couple of new faces in the crowd, he knew everybody who had already taken the field to warm up.

Among them was Joshiah, who had cautioned him against using too much of the performance enhancers in the first place. "Didn't think you were the type to dye your fur," the joyofolf commented, as he stretched up against a fence. Exile casually snickered without another thought at the statement, having little time for the idle chit chat. He was too excited to finish lacing up his cleats so that he could dig them into the freshly raked sand of the infield and do his warm-ups. As he jogged across the outer edge of the infield, he wasn't all surprised to see Nbowa and Arcturus tossing a ball back and forth, warming up their arms...but he was rather surprised to see that Lykanos finally decided to come and give softball a try, and he couldn't begin to express his shock when he saw that Higsby decided to make the trip out to Chicago, on quite the whim.

"And just who might you be...?"

Exile was more shocked, however, that the deer didn't seem to recognize him.

"Uh...that's a good one, dude!" Exile shot back, letting out a slightly nervous chuckle as he kept up with his warm ups. His legs felt unusually stiff, and he tried taking longer strides to stretch them out a little bit further...only to send himself crashing down to the ground when his knees locked up mid-stride. "W-wooooah shit! Uff!"

The slowly changing hybrid hit the ground with a graceless thud, scattering infield gravel as he slammed down into the ground and staining the clean, pristine white of his jersey. He'd come to expect that to happen later on in the day anyway, but he couldn't help feeling horribly embarrassed as all eyes on the field turned to focus on him.

"Josh...are you sure that's Exile?"

The joyofolf sighed as he shook his head to himself. He tossed a ball back to Diz, leaving his glove open to catch the return. "Yeah, it's him, all right...and he obviously didn't listen to me."

No one else was sure just what the other hybrid was trying to say, but as Exile planted his paws into the ground and tried to push himself up, he felt his legs almost instantly refusing to cooperate...and there was a terrible, sickening crack as the bones in his hips suddenly shattered.

It wasn't a pleasant sensation, one like melting or slowly shifting into a different form. This one was harsh ; the changes were taking place rather rapidly, and Exile paid the price for it in the powerful wealth of pain that he felt in the pit of his stomach.

"G-guys...not gonna like, this really fucking hurts...l-little help?!" Exile yelled out as he slammed his paws to the ground in balled up fists, but everyone stood back and watched, some with horror, and others with twisted arousal as Exile's legs, once long and humanoid, started to shrink into themselves, and another series of blood-curdling cracks could be heard...as his legs started to bend.

That...that isn't normal, Exile thought, as he looked back over his shoulder at his own legs. He tried to crawl forward into the grass, hoping that the softer ground might distract him from the pain, but it was to no avail, even as he came to rest in the cool, plush embrace of mother nature. Nothing could take his mind away from the burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, and he crawled further, only to feel the hem of his baseball pants catching on the lip where the grass began, and the gravel ended.

Even his hips were literally shattering and reshaping, and just from his pants catching, Exile was able to wiggle out of them, a task he never could have accomplished before. His whole body was taking on a more narrow profile as he took chunks of grass in his paws and tore them from the ground, whimpering in need for something, literally anything to put a stop to the pain.

"Guys...this looks serious," Arcturus said, as the last few people that were looking away turned their eyes on the crawling Exile. "B-but I'm not sure what we can do!"

Joshiah leaned his back against the fence, looking perhaps the least concerned of all. "Nothing all you can do, until the drugs take a full effect..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the word...they didn't want to believe that Exile would stoop that low, but even as their jaws hung open in disbelief, Exile rolled over onto his side and kicked his legs...now, his hind legs. He looked down between his own thighs to watch his manhood start to shrink away, but he could still feel the girth of his member inside of his own body, and as it shriveled back into his flesh, a small spout started to grow up out of his skin where it was before. A proper sheath had taken shape, and even as it did, the transformation continued to move up Exile's body, narrowing his rib cage slowly and puffing out the lower portion of his abdomen.

Breathing became a chore, and Exile feared he might truly pass out and die if the pain didn't subside. He was gasping for breath and clawing at the air as his diaphragm started to change shape on him, but it looked as though he were merely kicking; his arms were bent unnaturally, and his large, powerful paws, once renowned for their impressive grip, started to shrink back down towards his wrists, until the pawtips were nothing more than pads, and his fingers were nothing but a memory.

Even though it was clear what was happening to Exile, no one was quite sure how to react at the sight.

"He's...he's becoming a feral!" Diz pointed out, one of the few watching the display who was clearly enjoying it a lot more than he should. "Josh, is this...is this reversible?"

"Dunno. He's the one who abused the stuff, not me."

Nbowa raised a brow at the nonchalant joyofolf and crossed his arms. "But where did he get it from?"

"Uh...well...y'know...could have...gotten it anywhere..."

Secrets were slipping out of dark places and onto the field as Exile prepared to cry out in pain again, but his voice didn't quite escape the way that he'd hoped. "Nnngh...rrrn!" he grunted, and though the pain was finally starting to subside, he couldn't describe it any longer. His vocal chords were past the point of making anything close to an English word, at least for the moment, and finally, people were finding the guts to approach him...some, to see if he was okay...

...Others, however, had far less pure intentions.

"Do you have any idea how sick you could have made him?!" Nbowa growled angrily, baring his fangs at the joyofolf, who still didn't seem to react too much. "You heard the kind of pain he was in! How could you do that to your friend?"

" He was the one who did this to himself. It's plenty safe if you just follow the dosing instructions, and he didn't want to do that! He wanted more results, faster than his body could handle it, and I told him that I didn't know what the consequences could be! It's not my fault if he decided to abuse the stuff when he knew damn well how to use it properly!"

Arguing about it wouldn't change a thing, now, as Exile looked down at his paws. Only minutes before, they resembled something, somewhere between the hands of a human, and the paws of an animal. Now, they were purely canine, and judging by the fluffy, curled tail between his hind legs and the coat of black fur that ran all the way along his back, it was becoming rather obvious what the serum had done to him.

Rolling flat onto his back and gazing up at the midday sun, wishing that he could just slink out of his jersey and run away, was a pained, exhausted, and fully transformed Exile...now stuck as a feral husky.

"You really need to learn to look on the brighter side of life, Nbowa," Higsby declared, as he walked a little bit closer to Exile. "Try to see the positives in every situation, and life becomes a lot more enjoyable..."

Nbowa scoffed. "And just what positive is there to take away from this situation?"

"Well...we're the only group out on the fields today...and Exile's already done us the favor of taking off his pants..."

Most people would have expected the lion to take the charge in such a situation, knowing his reputation, but even he was left a bit bewildered as Higsby continued to approach...and Arcturus was right there with him. "You guys can't be serious...this is a public park. A public. Park. Are you really so turned on by a feral husky that you're gonna do this here...and now?"

"I don't see anyone else," Arcturus pointed out. A third hybrid among the group, Arcturus was a the perfect blend of a cheetah and a husky, giving him a natural attraction to the husky that was sprawled out upon the grass. "The park is pretty much deserted, Nbowa...the only people here are those of us who came out to play...and it looks like we've got a whole new game to try out."

Now, it was Joshiah who was groaning and shaking his head in disbelief. "...Guys...this is probably not the best idea," he pointed out, but he could see that it was too late...the words of encouragement were already winning the dominant side of Nbowa over, and the lion was quick to step away from the fences around the field and head toward the center, where Exile had collapsed.

"Relax, Josh...we're just going to go...check on him. That's all."

"Bull. Shit."

No one was fooled, but there wasn't anyone clearly stepping up to stop what was about to happen, and Joshiah felt his eyes turn to bullet holes in the snow as he looked over to the bleachers...and saw that a couple people were going so far as to reach into their pants in preparation for the show. There was nothing to stop a park ranger or a police officer from rolling up at any time, just to patrol the area, and if they did...Joshiah was going to prison for sure for distributing an illegal substance, and thanks to multiple counts of lewd conduct, he wouldn't be alone.

At the moment, no one seemed to give any kind of a damn about that.

"Hey, Diz! Toss me my bag!"

Diz was so busy being aroused by the sight of a live and active transformation that it took Nbowa's most demanding roar to get his attention, but when the lion was on a war path, especially one of sexual conquest, no one dared to stand in his way. The border collie quickly ran around the side of the fence and gathered up Nbowa's gear bag, tossing it his direction so that the lion could keep walking towards the exhausted Exile, still writhing gently against the ground as he tried to get used to his new body.

It wouldn't take all three of them to lift me right now, Exile pondered, looking back as Higsby, Arcturus and Nbowa kept drawing in closer. It was possible, of course, that Nbowa had some tape in his bag, and that he was going to tape over the mild scrapes that Exile acquired during his dive...

...Possible, but not probable.

"Our poor little Exile need some medical attention!" Nbowa called back to Joshiah, offering up the most pitiful of explanations. "We're just checking up on him to make sure that he didn't break something...he's the one who tried warming up without stretching, after all..."

Joshiah rested his forehead in his palm. "...You are not doing this. Not. Doing. This."

Exile pressed his hind paws into the ground and got ready to run, still fully understanding what everyone was saying about him and quickly picking up on the innuendo, but all of the excess strength that the serum provided him over the previous months had been sapped, and his body was left entirely famished after the transformation process. He was barely able to take two steps away before Arcturus embraced his feline heritage and sprinted right up to him, pouncing him down to the ground and pinning his body flat.

"Now now, Exile...just relax! Can't go playing a rough game like this without undergoing a proper physical first, right...?" Arc asked, unable to help the toothy grin that spread across his lips as Nbowa and Higsby took their time in approaching. Arc made sure that his hips kept Exile pinned to the ground before he started stripping away his trademark blue jersey, not quite the same color as his ruffled headfur, or the stripes and spots down at the tip of his tail. A grey underbelly was exposed as the jersey was tossed aside, and Exile knew exactly what was coming...but he was powerless to stop it, and could hardly care about Arcturus stripping on his back when Higsby was already stripping away his shorts and approaching from the front.

"I'll do the honors of testing his lung capacity," Higsby offered, quickly playing along with the roles that Arcturus established. "Can't have him running the base paths if he's going to get winded after just a few steps..."

Exile gulped as he tried to wiggle out from under Arcturus, but his body was still far beyond exhausted, and with his hind legs pinned, his front paws couldn't muster nearly the effort to get away. They could only rap helplessly against the grass as Higsby stepped out of his black athletic shorts and kicked them aside, leaving a bulge to stand against the tight seams of his boxers. The trapped hybrid knew Higsby well...the vibrant, orange hair, eyes of aquamarine and two very well manicured antlers were a dead giveaway.

He wasn't quite as familiar with the thick, black flesh of his humanoid cock, though he was sure to be very well acquainted with it in the minutes to follow, as Higsby tugged his waistband down and let his manhood spring free. It wasn't quite stiff, but already, blood was rushing to the organ as Higsby nearly drooled over the thought of a feral husky trying to take all of his flesh. The very tip of his length did drool, and tiny droplets of precum fell and splattered on Exile's muzzle, right above the bridge of his nose, filling his nostrils with a decidedly masculine, fertile scent.

D-don't, guys...don't do this...not out here! Exile mentally protested, but with the loss of proper vocal chords, his resistance came out as nothing more than a perturbed growl, a low, angry "Aaaaarooof!" as he felt warm, slick fluid dripping down his muzzle...and a much colder, thicker fluid suddenly pressing to the virgin-tight pucker of his tailhole.

Some of the crowd started to disperse at the mere shock of what was happening. Others, however, stayed behind, opting to enjoy the show, knowing how rare of an opportunity this really was. There really wasn't anyone else for what seemed like miles, and if they'd ever have a chance to watch something this depraved again, much less in public, there was good reason to doubt it would be anywhere as electrifying of a show as this.

"Lemme sneak underneath..." Nbowa muttered, looking over Exile with a glance that cast nothing more than lust for the feral beast he'd become. He tugged away his trademark red shorts, the only article of clothing he wore that day, and Arcturus stood up, pulling Exile's legs up with him and holding him like a wheelbarrow in the process. If the poor chusky were given a minute, his pants would have already been off, and he'd be balls deep in a transformed husky right then, but he had to be patient, and he slowly settled Exile back down on top of Nbowa, letting the lion align his hips so that he'd be able to plunge himself deep into Exile when the time came. "Gotta check him for a hernia...now turn your head and cough, you little bitch."

Nbowa gripped Exile tightly by his sack, using a rough, forceful grip to squeeze and work over the sensitive orbs within. Exile whimpered in a mingled mixture of pain, and just a little bit of twisted pleasure as Arc joined in, applying a little more lubrication to Exile's exposed anus. Arc made absolutely sure that the carefree curl of Exile's tail stayed up and out of the way just long enough that he could shrug out of his own blue athletic shorts, tugging his briefs down in the same fell swoop and revealing a bright, cyan colored cock underneath, complete with a tapered tip and a knot, still hidden by his own sheath at the moment. Overwhelmed by his own desires for Exile, Arc fell quickly to his knees and pressed the tip of his growing member to the exposed tailhole...and then felt a familiar warmth pressing up against it.

"Nbowa?!"

"Don't be so selfish, Arc! I'm sure there's plenty of room for both of us back there..."

Exile gulped, long before Higsby's cock was giving him a reason to. N-no...there is not plenty of room back there...it already feels full, just from the pressure!

The king of the jungle and his half-feline friend brushed their cocks together for a moment, making sure that the glistening coat of lubrication thoroughly shined from both of their members before they started to push forward. Exile started to grunt, but the sound was short lived, as Higsby slowly went down to his knees, grinning at Exile and taking the poor feral's muzzle in his paw. "Listen, Exile...you can open up and suck it willingly...or I can pry your jaws open and watch you gag on it for the next ten minutes..."

There was a moment of clarity, or perhaps, inevitability for Exile, as he looked up at Higsby with flattened ears and pathetic eyes. They were starting to fade into an icy shade of blue, one more appropriate for his current form, but with just one glance and one devious grin, Higsby made it clear that he wasn't going to swayed; there was no sympathy to be had for Exile that day, and the people starting to cheer from the small crowd that was left echoed that sentiment.

"Open wide, you little cock slut..."

There was just no avoiding it anymore. Regrettably, wincing his eyes shut tight, Exile slowly opened his muzzle, and Higsby guided his cock in with a paw, pressing the wide, heavy tip against Exile's tongue. He gently brushed the tip of his length back and forth over the long, slick muscle, spilling more droplets of precum onto the same surface and leaving a flavor on Exile's tongue that he wouldn't be able to get rid of anytime soon. It was a rather gentle treatment to start with, one that held a deep contrast to the force and pressure Exile suddenly felt on the other end.

"On three?"

"Mmhm..."

"Okay... THREE!"

Arc held his own cock and Nbowa's at the base, keeping them pressed together in perfect symmetry, and their bodies followed the same path as their hips came to rush forward together, and suddenly, a humanoid and a canine cock were fighting for space at the entrance of Exile's tiny, clenching tailhole. It was Arcturus that slipped inside first, with the tapered head of his member fitting rather easily in the familiar, canine anatomy, but the way that he pressed inside immediately started to stretch the poor husky, and it left just enough of a gap for Nbowa to slide in with him, the very tip of his own lion cock spearing inside and starting to fill Exile with an amount of flesh like nothing he'd ever known.

His eyes flew wide open in an instant, and he threw his head back, whimpering and howling up to the sky for mercy.

His call, however, went unanswered.

Please pull out, you guys...God...you're tearing me up inside! Exile cried in his own mind, knowing that there was nothing he could do to change the minds of the twisted trio that was having their way with him. "Nnngh...hff...hff...raaaawr!" he growled and grunted, trying to seem every bit as fierce as he could, but he was completely controlled: Nbowa had his arms wrapped tightly around Exile's back to keep him from trying to move, Arc was leaning over his body and pinning him between the two, and Higsby kept a tight grip around his throat, blocking his only way out and making sure that he didn't get any crazy ideas.

It was already hard enough to breathe with the paw around his neck, but Higsby didn't think that Exile was struggling enough...and a sudden, jerking thrust forward with his hips proved it, as he pounded the whole of his length into Exile's muzzle and brushed the tip of his cock against the back of the husky's throat, swabbing it so thoroughly, he might actually seem like a doctor after all. "Better n-not gag on that cock if y-you want to play this year!" Higsby declared, unable to hide the stammering gasps of pleasure in his voice as he taunted the captured feral. There was a pathetic whimper in reply, but Higsby would have none of it; he merely gripped the scruff of Exile's neck and tugged on it, narrowing his eyes at his target. "Quit your d-damn whining...it's only halfway in!"

Exile hoped and prayed that Higsby was just bragging himself up...but he wasn't lying. Tiny trails of spittle started to drip out of the corners of Exile's muzzle as he struggled to take even another inch of the well endowed deer...and it didn't help, knowing that there was literally no other way out of this than to just keep faithfully sucking. He did his best to angle his neck and open his throat up further to Higsby, hoping that it might help him to breathe, but the moment any air could get through, Higsby pushed further in, spilling liquid precum where there had only been fresh air before.

"Holy f-fuck, he's nice and moist in here..." Nbowa grunted, digging his claws deep into Exile's back and pumping his hips back and forth. He broke his rhythm away from Arc, just so that the feral husky could never get used to the pace of just one cock sliding in and out of his body. "And just look at how easily he stretched around us! Might as well be a pussy back here, instead of an asshole..."

Nbowa lowered his paws a little bit and tried to spread Exile's rump open even wider, digging his claws into the rather delicate flesh beneath his thick, fur coat and making it easier for Arc to slam his hips against the poor, abused feral. "He s-sure is wet...fucking damn... dunno how he's g-gonna walk in the morning!"

"Wouldn't worry about that..." Higsby grunted, releasing Exile's neck, just so he could take a tight grip upon both of the husky's ears and tug him forward, trying to force the final inches of the base of his cock deep into Exile's throat. Desperate muscles gulped and swallowed around the shaft of the length, doing everything that they could to coax a climax out of Higsby, hoping that it might give him some room to breathe. "I'm sure our little bitch will come around...bet he's loving this..."

Joshiah leaned back against the fence with a sigh and a blush, unable to believe what he was seeing. "S-so...Josh...if Exile was a chick right now, this might actually be kinda hot, huh?"

He was less able to believe the question. "...Seriously, Lykanos? You?"

"W-well, y'know...j-just saying..."

"Dreams come true sometimes, lover boy..."

Lykanos flattened his ears for just a moment. "...Say what, exactly?"

"Just watch."

Clearly, the joyofolf knew something everyone else didn't, and the three males that were having their way with Exile were none the wiser, and completely careless to the fact that Exile's member, hidden away in his sheath the entire time, was starting to shrink even further back into his flesh.

"T-that's it...take these fucking cocks, you hungry little bitch..."

Every time Nbowa berated the feral husky, and every time Higsby probed his throat, the change moved on a little bit further. Each time the twin cocks in his tailhole brushed against each other, milking more precum into the widely spread, horribly abused passage, his sack shrunk a bit further back into his body, and the small, sensitive orbs inside started to fade away.

Nbowa was pressed right up to Exile, and yet, even he didn't notice the change. He was far too busy enjoying himself and trying to resist his impending climax, not wanting his cock to ever have to leave the warm, enchantingly tight confines of Exile's transformed ass.

"Whatcha think, Arc? H-has this pathetic little slut earned himself a hot, fresh creampie...?"

Arc was struggling to hold out himself, and the thick, round knot at the base of his cock was starting to emerge, giving Nbowa only seconds to decide if he was going to pull out, or be trapped in Exile for an unknown amount of time. "Oh, he's...Nnnyes... he's definitely earned it! I think he needs it...f-fuck..."

"Go on and fill him up, guys...I'm gonna drown this little cum dumpster..."

Higsby barely had the chance to thrust his hips, with just how tight Exile's throat really was. The way the muscles within swallowed and gulped around the heavy, thick cock within, Higsby felt like he was literally being milked...and it was working. Precum was flowing in excess, straight down Exile's gullet as Higsby finally gave it, clenching his paws so tightly around Exile's ears that the latter yelped out in pain, even as a violent, sticky torrent of thick, messy cum spilled down into his throat, coating his entire esophagus with a thin film of the mess. "Nnngh...yes! That's it, E-Exile...swallow that fucking cum...drink it a-all up... yes!"

Exile's eyes shrunk down in fear as he started gagging around the flood of seed in his throat, but a timely distraction kept him awake and aware of what was happening...the feeling of something hot, thin and wet streaking across the inside of his stretched tailhole.

"Shit...l-lemme pull out, Arc!" Nbowa yelled out, as his cock wriggled free from the tight, clenching walls of the husky atop of him. He'd already spilled a healthy portion of his own load inside of Exile, but there was plenty more to give, and he started gently working the base of his cock, stroking upward and squeezing the tip so he could finish all over Exile's sack, one last slap in the face to his supposed manhood...only to find that it was no longer there. "Y-yes...fucking take that mess, you little...b-bitch? What...what the fuck?!"

Arc wasn't going to let anything take away from his orgasm, and amazingly, his knot was big enough to keep his mess from seeping out of Exile, even after a pair of cocks had stretched him far wider than he ever should have been. "L-look at that...knot just slipped right in to this little whore!" Arc was quick to point out, joining in the berating of poor Exile...but Nbowa's reaction finally snapped him out of his, as his body initiated a tie, and his cock erupted within the feral husky, spraying a constant flood of long, thick streaks of cum across his insides. "H-huh? Nbowa...?"

Higsby pulled his cock free from Exile's throat finally, watching with delight as all of the excess that the husky just couldn't swallow spilled back over his tongue and into the grass below; the deer had a simply insane amount of volume, and even after he pulled out, he left the tip of his member to sit on the bridge of Exile's muzzle, spilling yet another slow, oozing trickle of seed upon it. "Not sure what you guys could possibly be complaining about..."

Nbowa started feeling around with a paw, able to feel nothing more than a smooth patch of flesh where Exile's sack used to be...and the very moment that he touched it, the feral husky jumped up against Arc, slamming into the chusky with a rather telling sensitivity. Curious, Nbowa kept probing around, trying to find where his sack could have gone, but there was only one little bit of flesh underneath the fur, and while it was growing in size, it was far too narrow to be a sack...it was long and thin, and slowly spreading, taking more of a long, ovular shape...and as Nbowa tried spreading the new, slick flesh with his pawtips, he grinned at what he discovered.

They were so caught up in the moment that they hadn't noticed Exile getting just a little bit slimmer, and a little bit smaller. He hadn't felt Exile's sheath slowly retreating into his body and disappearing. Neither he, nor Arc had noticed his sack shriveling up and disappearing...all leading to one conclusion.

"He really is a bitch..."

Arc wished that he could pull back and take a look, but he was fully tied with Exile, and still pumping his abused tailhole full of seed...a sensation that the newly female Exile didn't seem to mind as much as he did before. Truth be told, the poor husky was in a haze for during his second transformation, and it was only the sexual energy of those around him that kept him going...but now, the serum was starting to move into the second stage.

I need a male...a fresh male... Exile thought, and though he didn't quite understand his own thought process, he found himself beyond being able to question it. My...my pussy is aching...I can't take it!

The reluctance Exile felt at his first change was now run over entirely by a tidal wave of arousal, one that quickly swept him away from any further regret. His eyes sharpened, and he, or rather, she looked upon Higsby, seeing that his member was already spent...the last vestiges of his male mind were screaming at him not to pursue, but the only thing keeping him from doing so was the weight of a chusky, still knotted into Exile's ass.

Over on the fence, Lykanos felt his jaw drop in a moment of disbelief, and Joshiah just snickered. "...What did I tell you?"

The stunned wolf, having shown up to softball in nothing more than a pair of gray athletic shorts and a plain, black tank top, could feel his heart leaping in his chest as Exile's eyes glanced over to the fence and narrowed in on him. The scent of a male traveled rather easily over the open grass of the softball field, and in a feral state, Exile could pick up on any scent that he set his mind to. He could smell a joyofolf nearby, and would plan a revenge for him later, but right now, satisfaction of another kind was more important...and Lykanos couldn't possibly resist.

"Is...is she l-looking at me?"

"And waiting. You know it's rude to make a lady wait, right...?"

Lykanos could feel the an onus on his shoulders as he slowly moved off of the fence and made his way across the grasses of the field. The gravity of the situation wasn't lost on him; the risk, the thrill, the small crowd that was still left and performing some rather lewd acts themselves...but the closer he got, the more his eyes could focus only on the feral female at the bottom of the pile...and in an unfathomable act of kindness...Nbowa slipped out from under Exile...content to watch, and give Lykanos the first shot at a truly virgin sex.

"All yours, old buddy..." he teased, giving Lykanos a quick wink, trying to relax the nervous wolf. Arc was a little less supportive and a little more playful, opting to reach out and yank down at Lykanos' shorts, giving them a small tug down his thighs. "Guess you'd better get in there!"

Arc winked, and for a moment, Lykanos tried to cover up, but...that look, the very glance from Exile and his much more feminine, much more needy eyes was enough to move his paws away. Exile licked her lips, slurping up some of the extra mess that Higsby left upon her tongue, and rumbled in appreciation as Lykanos slowly tugged his shorts down...and his loose, comfy boxers with them.

That's it... Exile mentally cheered, managing the best grin that she could in a feral form. Whip that sucker out and fill me up...

Everyone was able to notice the change in demeanor that Exile underwent, but that didn't mean they were bending to her whims anytime soon. Arc could feel that his tie was solid, and his knot would be spilling inside of her for at least a few more minutes...whether or not Lykanos stepped up to the plate.

"Can't believe I'm doing this..." the shy wolf mumbled, peeling his tank top away from his fur and tossing it off behind him. He was sure that he heard a couple cheers from the crowd as he slinked into the small gap underneath of Exile, trying to ignore the sticky, cool feeling of seed that had been spilled into the grass before, now messing up his fur. He tried to focus, instead, on the feeling of feral warmth, an unreal, and yet, entirely natural heat that was bearing down on the opening to his sheath, trying to coax the tip to come out and play.

As Arc snickered down at him, and Diz came over to fill in for Higsby, refusing to pass up such an opportunity, the expression in the atmosphere was a welcoming one, one that made Lykanos feel right at home, just enough for the bright, pinkish, tapered tip of his manhood to poke out and gently glide against Exile's virgin slit.

Welcome to the party, boys... Exile lauded in her mind, as her tongue slipped down out of her muzzle and dangled, spilling the last of Higsby's cum into the grass, adding to the small puddle that was already there. Diz wasn't the type of collie to mind having to deal with sloppy seconds, especially when a full transformation was involved...he was actually quite aroused by the sight, and a quick unzipping of his jeans, followed by the reveal of his own sheath, and the half of his stiff, full member poking free made the fact painfully obvious. Gimme all you got...

In her heart of hearts, Exile was still hating the experience, but the serum had long since poisoned her mind and made her a willing vector, and quite literally a public slut to be used. Fortune favored the bold, and luck was still on the side of the orgy as no one had approached, and to the best of their knowledge, no one had seen anything...that might change when Nbowa was done recording the video with his smartphone, but Exile was fully unaware that she was being filmed...she could think only of the bright red, canine cock that was suddenly resting on the bridge of her nose, like a treat that she had to patiently wait for. Diz wouldn't move forward with his hips...he forced Exile to open her muzzle once again and take the pulsing flesh within, and with a sexual hunger that couldn't be sated, she trembled and whimpered with need, until her instincts took over, and she did exactly what Diz wanted, wrapping the long, sticky surface of her tongue around the tip of his cock and soaking it with a mixture of saliva and cervine cum.

"Don't keep her waiting," Diz pointed out to Lykanos, who was still frozen by his own nerves. "She'll just take what she wants if you do...she's a greedy little slut..."

I...am I really about to do this? Lykanos asked himself, as the last resistance in his mind held strong, but it was no match for the powerful, demanding hips of a heated, female husky. Arc was nearly swept off of his feet as Exile slammed her hips downward, forcing the thick, tapered tip of Lykanos' manhood inside of her, and pushing out more of the warm, hard flesh in the process, denying Lykanos the chance to resist...and helping herself to whatever she wanted.

Diz could only snicker on the other end as he lunged his hips forward, forcing Exile to work his cock in the same manner that he'd done to Higsby before. "H-heh...told ya..."

Arc could actually feel Lykanos and his swollen cock inside of Exile, the two members getting as close to each other as they could through the muscular wall that divided Exile's vaginal passage and the clenching muscles of her tailhole. The sudden and powerful squeezing renewed his sense of pleasure, and the mental thrill of the moment had Arc grimacing with delight, his lips curled up into a tight, sadistic grin as he gripped Exile by the hips once more and started to push, knowing that he could only add pressure to the mix...and he was more than happy to.

"K-keep fucking her, guys! Really...fuck... really let her have it!" he ordered, knowing that he could achieve another orgasm if Exile kept on squeezing around his knot so tightly. The bulbous mass of flesh never even tried to deflate as Arc rocked his hips against Exile's rear end, and the chusky gripped the base of her tail tightly, refusing to let her rock her own hips against Lykanos. He literally forced the wolf to take matters into his own paws, and as pleasure started to overwhelm his better judgment, the once timid wolf was quickly getting on board.

Exile's ears perked up, and her eyes widened as she looked up to the partially clothed Diz, looking for some sort of an answer as to why she was stilled once again...the reply came in the form of a thick, forceful, and delightfully canine cock plunging into her virgin depths with no remorse for how rough it was. Lykanos gritted his fangs together, unable to brace himself in time for the way that Exile's inexperienced cunt squeezed around his manhood, leaving both of them breathless for a moment; Lykanos was left to gasp in a delight he'd never known, and Exile was left to gag around Diz's flesh, bringing tiny strands of drool to drip from her muzzle yet again, leaving the bright red member in her muzzle with a pleasant glimmer.

"J-just keep sucking..." Diz replied, being a little less forceful than Higsby was, but he was probing just as deep. He could feel the leftover, male residue of the deer, adding a little extra slickness to the inside of Exile's muzzle and giving him that much more pleasure as he happily gripped the fluff upon her cheeks and fucked her throat, knowing by now that she could easily take it. He grunted with a playful delight as Exile did her best to breathe through her nose in a series of short, panting whimpers, but this time, her whines were of a pleasured nature, and Lykanos was hitting all of the right spots inside of her. There was a moment of deep pain as her virginity was unceremoniously destroyed, but having all of her holes stuffed, and being nearly covered in a glaze of all kinds of different cum was helping to distract her from that...and the new, unusual sensation of having a vagina in the first place was revealing itself to be a double-edged sword; once she was past the pain, Exile could feel nothing less than an ecstasy beyond the words that she couldn't even make.

Even if she could speak, her muzzle was fully stuffed, and precum was starting to drip into it...her tailhole was of the same nature, and Arc could feel a familiar pleasure building in the pits of his tummy. Each time that Lykanos pumped his hips up into the smaller, feral husky, Exile clenched her tailhole around the base of his knot again, and the rapid, plentiful squeezes were enough to have him teetering on the edge of a second climax. Lykanos was quickly racing to his first, and Nbowa couldn't decide where to focus the camera as all three males pounded her depths, treating her like the living sex toy that she'd become.

"She's t-tight...she's too f-fucking tight!" Lykanos groaned, trying to grit his fangs together and delay the inevitable. A virgin female was tight enough, but the slightly smaller body of a feral creature meant an even tighter passage, and it was an experience he never wanted to end...but the cum-thirsty feral refused to be denied, and despite her inexperience, Exile clenched her inner walls around the probing shaft, able to feel a growing rush of precum inside of her once virgin passage. "D-damn! She's fucking good! E-Exile...I can't...I can't take it! I'm c-cumming!"

The thick, wide knot that Lykanos kept as a well hidden secret was quick to emerge, and even if Exile knew her body couldn't rightly handle it, she was quick to slam her hips down with such force that it brought Arc to his knees. His knot managed to stay buried in her tailhole, and it throbbed with a knowing sensation as the fluttering of her womanhood sent a pleasant series of vibrations through her anal passage, as well, bringing Arc right back over the edge with Lykanos and sending a fresh rush of seed flooding into her tailhole. The twin, canine cocks erupted in unison, and right as Lykanos felt his knot literally being stolen away by Exile's needy cunt, he emptied his balls inside of her, spilling out a helping of hot, virile canine cum that made it clear how long he'd been waiting for this moment. The first long, streaking strand of his seed made it all the way to Exile's womb, but he didn't stop there; a repeated flood of similar strands soaked the inside of Exile's womanhood until excess streams of it trickled down and out of her labia, soaking back into Lykanos and making a deep mess of his sack.

Exile wished that she could cry out. She wished that she could proclaim the earth-shattering orgasm that was making her entire body tremble. She wished that she could control herself as her hips and her ass shamelessly bucked up and down, back and forth against the two males that had completely ruined both of her holes and left them stuffed with such a quantity that she'd be dripping for literal days afterwards.

Instead, she could only swallow hungrily around Diz and his own canine member, trying to drink down every drop of his cum as it started to fly from the tip, painting the back of her throat once again and trickling down into her gullet with a delightful, belly-warming rush of slick, sticky heat. Diz took only one bit of mercy on the well-fucked feral, keeping his knot out of the reach of her muzzle so that she wouldn't be stuck, trying to breath around the large, baseball-sized lump of flesh at the base of his member, but that did nothing to stop the flood of orgasmic juices that started to drip down over her jowls and into the once clean, fresh white fur upon her neck. It was stained and streaked, and Diz grinned with silly delight as he pulled his member free, stroking the last drops of his seed from himself and making sure to soak the poor husky, letting his seed drip right between her eyes and roll down over the back of her head, and over the top of her muzzle.

With her muzzle finally open, Exile panted rapidly and tried digging her front paws into Diz's knees, but it was to no avail. The border collie stood up, adjusted his bandanna and started to stuff his member back into his boxers, believing that he'd done his part as the sun started to set in the park behind him.

They literally spent the last two hours fucking me... Exile finally realized, as she saw the sun started to disappear behind the line of trees that blocked the park from the road. Damn...damn them...

The serum refused to allow Exile to be too angry, and the timely bursts of seed inside both of her holes only renewed the uncontrollable lust that was perverting every thought that crossed her mind. She was stuck in a fresh tie with Arc, and a brand new one with Lykanos, and neither one would be ending anytime soon...she was trapped with them in the middle of the outfield, hoping and praying that no one would come around to see anything...

...But hoping even more that another male would come and take her throat while she waited for the tie to end.