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The German shepherd hurried up the walkway to the door, holding an arm above his head to try to shield himself from the rain. That wasn't in the forecast until tomorrow, and because it hardly rained here anyway, he'd continuously neglected to keep an umbrella in his car... he _could_use the pair of pants bunched up under his arm, but that'd be rude, and also slightly weird.

Really, he wasn't quite sure what to expect from tonight. He'd been invited over for dinner at the house of a hyena he'd met once before, but their first meeting admittedly hadn't gone too well... hopefully_this_ one would turn out better. What with the rain trickling down his back and already soaking into his fur, though, it was off to a bad start.

Not only that, but it took the hyena - Shekh, that was his name - some time to come to the door after the shepherd rang the bell, twice. When he finally did, he looked preoccupied, slightly worried: ears half-back, whiskers constantly twitching between drooping down and standing rigidly out, eyes avoiding his guest's face... he rubbed his paws in front of him and tried forcing a smile. Being a hyena with quite sharp teeth, that didn't go so well.

"Ah! Beau! You're - here! Good thing, too..." Shekh stepped back and waved the shepherd in. He had to duck to fit into the threshold of the door, and once he'd come in, the pleasant scent of grilled meat tickled his nose. "I just finished the steaks! And - uh, there's..."

He trailed off. Beau, not sure what to say, held out the pants he carried underneath his arm. "These are yours."

Shekh's olive eyes flicked down to them. They were tattered at the edges, and torn along both knees, and near the tail as well. Beau couldn't help it. "Mine?"

"Yes. From - um, last time..."

"Last time..." The hyena's ears and eyes gave away that he fully remembered what happened 'last time'. "I have a bad memory. I don't remember. But, they sure look like mine, so I'll just... take these from you..."

Admittedly, the shepherd's own memory of just what all had gone on last time was foggy and disconnected, at best. He remembered a short wrestling match on the carpet with his hyena (skinny little dirt dog; really, it was cute that he thought he could win, but really, Beau felt certain that it was just because Shekh wanted to feel him on top of him), then couldn't recall much other than how the two ended up with Shekh on his paws and knees getting pounded into the carpet like a bitch in heat, Beau on top of him. Why he couldn't remember most of it, though, was a mystery to him.

The shepherd had made sure to slip a little bottle of lube into his back pocket in the off-chance that something like that happened again.

He cleared his throat, adjusting the fit of his pants with his other paw. "So. Uh. Where's the food?"

"In the... kitchen..." Shekh lay the pants on the back of a nearby chair and pushed past the taller shepherd, briefly stopping in front of him. He had his paws half-lifted, maybe as if he wanted to grab Beau and tug his hips closer to him, but he didn't, and instead sidled past. "I hope you like garlic. I do. I, uh... put a lot on there..."

"Garlic's fine. Wait, are these grilled?"

Shekh nodded, handing a plate to his visitor. Beau sniffed it. "It, ah... well, I also hope you like your steak rare. It - started raining, and - I also ran out of fuel... I like to think that the rain adds a unique spice..."

"Rare's good, too. I like juicy meat."

"Hey, me too." This time, the hyena made full eye contact with Beau, and held it for a little bit longer than was maybe necessary; his grin faltered, and he abruptly went over to the other side of the kitchen to get something out of the cupboards. "Oh, I - have a surprise-"

"I don't like surprises."

"You'd have me fooled. Here."

It was a bottle of what could only be alcohol, the glass thick and light misty-blue in color, the liquid inside tinted a deeper blue by the container and... fizzing, or sparkling faintly. It was cool to the touch when Beau took it into his paws, turning the bottle over and looking over the label. He recognized neither the image on the front, nor the crest on the cork, nor...

"...What language is this?"

"Hell if I know. Hey, come on, sit down. Let's eat."

Beau had never seen Shekh's house apart from the living room, hallway, bedroom, and bathroom, but the dining room almost exactly fit what he'd thought it would be, for a young hyena living on his own. Small, round table, looking like a thrift store find, with four chairs around it - and the seats of three of them were covered in dust, when he pulled one out. Shekh sat across from him and started slicing into his steak, probably feeling as awkward as his guest.

While doing the same, Beau continued looking over at the bottle, trying to search his memory for anything resembling the characters on the label. Having worked on the police force for several years now, he'd seen his fair share of foreign languages and bullshit ciphers from criminals wanting to go down like a movie villain, but this was like nothing he'd seen before. He cut off a square of steak, looked at it - it dripped translucent red, like good wine - and chewed on it for a while before asking, "Where'd you get this?"

"Huh?"

He tapped the bottle with the back of his fork. "Drink."

"Oh. Uh. I'd tell you, but you're a police officer..."

"I'm off-duty. Besides, I'm not gonna throw you in if you bought illegal booze from a black market."

"What if I fucked my friend's dog?"

"You what?"

"Hypothetical! Hypothetical." Shekh swallowed his chunk of meat, then wiped the back of his paw across his mouth. "Went out to visit family last summer, picked that up along with some nice incense at some weird store hidden back in an alley. My grandma - you know how grandmas are - just remembered to send it out the other week, so I figured, why not, right?"

After a strange experience last year, Beau usually tried to avoid strange drinks with unknown origins... however, Shekh was his friend, and this bottle had been opened before anyway. Since the hyena was neither dead nor a feral animal or something, it must be okay. "Got a glass or somethin'?"

"Shit - yeah - gimme a moment..."

At least it seemed he was loosening up and relaxing a bit. Beau had really no clue how tonight would go, and part of him felt that that would depend on just how this drink hit him. One time he'd purchased a weird energy drink that he'd never heard of before, downed it in one gulp, and then a few hours later wanted to hump something, throw up, hump something again, and then curl up beneath a tree and sleep like a feral dog. So that was fun.

While Shekh got him a glass - he came back with a rather plain one, not at all fitting for the appearance of the alcohol - Beau popped off the cork and sniffed at it. Reminded him of... of...

...well, he couldn't quite remember. Before he fully knew what he was doing, though, he'd pulled the presented glass towards him and started filling it up to the brim with the booze, now milky-blue in color. The scent rose up and twisted around him, only making him want to drink it even more...

"Whoa, there," he heard Shekh say, followed by the gentle clattering of silverware on a barren plate. "Have you had that stuff before?"

The shepherd looked over the rim of his glass, halfway to his lips. "No. Why?"

"Well, you poured that one kind of - oh, okay... or just... drink it all while I'm talking..."

The taste of the drink went along with its aroma, rough yet smooth at the same time like a chunk of sandstone well-worn at the bottom of the river, vaguely fruity and smoky, but that wasn't what caught the shepherd's attention. In fact, it didn't so much catch his attention as... squeeze it out of him, from head to toe and then back again in an odd, almost electric wave...

"Hey... is everything alright? Don't tell me you're having another one of your-"

...but, he couldn't hear the hyena finish his statement over his own grunts and groans, not out of discomfort or disgust (quite the opposite, actually; the drink tasted fantastic), but of pleasure... he couldn't quite say what it was, or say anything at all due to first his breath hitching in his throat and then a low, rumbling moan issuing from between his lips. His eyes fluttered shut, the chair creaked as he leaned back in it, he slid his paws down his front to clutch at the front of his pants-

-and then the last of that pleasure shot out of him into the fabric of his underwear and pants. What an odd drink to make him cum so quickly - and so hard, too. Too exhausted already to be embarrassed (despite Shekh watching him, wide-eyed and with his nose twitching a little), Beau just slouched further back in his chair and tried to catch his breath, also ignoring the wet, sticky heat that soaked through the leg of his pants. Damn musky, too: leaning back caused the front of his pants to open up a little, and a whiff of the heavy scent of his cum washed over his nose, tantalizing and cloying like the scent of the alcohol but sweetly pleasurable due to knowing that that scent came from his own orgasm.

"S...so..." he heard Shekh say, "guess that means... uh... you really like it, huh?"

"...Huh? What? Sorry, I'm..." ...and he couldn't quite find the words to finish the sentence. The shepherd cast a glance down at the glass, still clutched in his paw; a small amount of the liquid lingered at the bottom. However, something else didn't feel quite right, and in another moment he had abruptly stood up from the table and started around it, paying no mind to the sticky warmth soaking through his pants.

The same couldn't be said for Shekh, though. As soon as Beau had made his way around, the hyena's muzzle drifted towards the shepherd, the cum soaking through his pants, as if pulled by a magnet - and then next thing he knew, Beau had an eager nose rubbing up along the outline of his sheath, dreamy olive eyes looking up at him.

"God..." the hyena drawled, making no effort to hide his want. His nose traced down along the line of Beau's fly, to around his sack, towards the stain of thick cum soaking and dripping through the fabric... there, Shekh flicked his tongue out, dragged it over the cum, swallowed it down, and shivered. "Since when did you... smell so good...?"

The fuck are you doing? Beau wanted to ask, but then again found himself surprised - this time by Shekh wasting no time in undoing his pants, tugging them down right in front of his muzzle, and then resuming his nuzzling now without anything separating his nose from the warm and slightly sticky fur. That damn drink, whatever it was, had made Beau cum without even getting hard first; the tapered end of his shaft stood out from his sheath, half from arousal and half because the large piercing through the tip always tugged the supple skin down slightly. Flesh and metal both had been doused in his load, still dripping down.

Of course the piercing was the first thing that Shekh's eyes focused on, past the inviting sight of the shepherd's plump sheath and full sack hanging beneath. "Oh..." Warm breath puffed out against the base of the piercing, soon followed by a gentle tongue working up along it, licking off the strands of cum, careful not to push too hard or uncomfortably. "This is new..."

There was something about the hyena that led Beau to suspect this wasn't a natural arousal and interest; sure, he wouldn't put it past Shekh to just grab him and tug his pants down on any other day, but... his eyes looked a little brighter, a little misty, and then the quality of his voice sounded like he had either just woken up or was preparing to go to sleep. But - each flick of that tongue over the revealed flesh of his length, no matter how gently, still made him shudder and twitch with the sensation of being touched too soon after orgasm, and Beau had to pull himself forcefully away from Shekh. He felt claws tearing from the fabric of his pants, wanting to keep him there.

"Wait-" Shekh called after him, as he made his way out of the room and down the hall. "I'm not done yet!"

He felt fairly certain that if he were to shout something like "Stay there!" back at the hyena, he'd be obeyed without question, but the same feeling from before - a rumbling in the pit of his stomach, oddly hot, or sharp, or almost painful - made him shut his mouth and quicken his pace down the hall.

Beau made it into the bathroom just as another wave of strange pleasure mixed with pain shot through him, forcing all of his muscles to tighten up and then relax again. Am I going to be sick? What the hell was in that stuff?... The drink had twisted its way down his tongue and his throat, just as the scent had caressed his nose; he had felt the bite of alcohol, tasted the odd cool fiery sensation following the swallow... and then there was that explosion of arousal and desire, both through his mind and out into his pants. And now, this?

This feeling wasn't exactly familiar to him - he'd never drank mysterious alcohol from some hidden gypsy shop out-of-state somewhere - but for some reason, he still felt he knew what was coming and tried to mentally prepare himself. It started with another sensation shooting through his body, this time more pain than pleasure, like he'd just sprinted half a mile and had to keep on going: all of his muscles felt like they were being stretched to their limits, like they were about to burst free from his body. First his feet and legs, then his lower body, then his chest, arms, head...

Clothing tore at the seams and his shoes started to split apart, but none of that could really be heard underneath the shepherd's growling and groaning. Just when his pants felt like they were getting too tight for him - and if his eyes weren't closed, he'd be watching the sink get steadily further away from his rising head - they burst apart, not only for his lengthening and widening legs but also because of the stress put on the front by his growing sack and sheath, even thicker and heavier than before.

Before, it looked as if Shekh would easily be able to take one of Beau's balls into his mouth, roll it around on his lips and tongue; now, though, and he made sure to look down, it looked as if he wouldn't even be able to close his lips around the tip of the shepherd's cock. Fresh pinkish-red, the color of healthy, moist flesh nestled under the supple skin of a dark-furred sheath, but that, too, was changing. Beau gripped onto the sides of the sink (which started to crack and crumble under the strain of his claws and tightening grip) and watched, vision brimmed with foggy tears, as his shaft grew and pulled out of the sheath, at the same time pushing that skin back... the tapered, pointed tip of his length smoothed out, the knot slimmed up a bit, the shaft itself broadened and lengthened until it looked almost more equine than canid, dripping clear, sticky pre like sap from a tree trunk, his Prince Albert still glimmering in the light from overhead.

He could smell himself even more strongly, now, rich and masculine, now with a definite primal undertone - the same scent that he'd expect to pick up on the body of someone attacked and then marked by wild wolves in a crime scene. The scent made his nose prickle, made his hackles rise stiffly up and made his ears flick around, but it also only brought that arousal back. He could feel his arms rippling and pulsing as the muscles changed, swelled out, stiffened and strengthened, felt the sharp waves of pain as his bones cracked out of place, re-formed, cracked back into place, spread out, gave him a wider chest, a longer muzzle, a more animalistic head and body shape...

When he next looked in the mirror, a single yellow eye (for the other one was covered with an eyepatch, now hardly fitting around his head) in a scruffy and bestial muzzle glared back at him, glowing with a light of its own. Then, his vision fogged over, a strong headache lanced across his senses, and again he dropped his muzzle into his paw - but this time when he looked up, his pupil had stretched into a black vertical slit, thinned against the light. It widened and then thinned again as he tried to focus, but then the sink broke free from the wall under the weight of him pressing down on it.

This time, he had to duck his head to keep from bumping it against the ceiling. His entire body had morphed and changed, giving him the stance, stature, and appearance of a savage behemoth of a beast, from his stiff ears to his lips curled back in a snarl, to his bristled fur, restless tail, claws of his feet scratching against the tile floor beneath him... the most easily obvious result of his transformation, however, hung between his legs, swaying and throbbing and dripping thick clear pre onto the tile. That hyena outside had wanted him before; what would he think now?

Beau didn't have to go far to find out. He had neglected to close the door entirely on his way in, and just as he reached a large paw out to throw it open, the shadow of a muzzle ducking out of view caught his eye, followed by the unmistakable scent of excited male. It took him some amount of effort to squeeze through the doorway, still causing the frame to crack out of place and split; Shekh, not even half his height, stood a bit of a ways down the hall, tongue half-out in licking his lips and an obvious erection lifting the front of his pants.

"Oh," the hyena purred in that same voice, eyes taking their sweet time in coursing along Beau's new body. "Look at you. That's... very nice..."

The shepherd didn't give a voiced response, but knew what he wanted and knew that the hyena wanted it, too. Shekh didn't budge from where he stood as Beau approached, still half-hunched over due to the low (to him, at least) ceiling of the hallway; he bent over on all fours above the small hyena, purposely thrusting his hips forward and rubbing the end of his cock across Shekh's cheek. A paw came up, caressed the side, ran the length from base to tip - he could feel Shekh have to really reach to get to the bottom - and was then followed by a thirsty tongue doing the same.

The walls on either side of the beast creaked and strained with the width of his body, but being bent over with all fours on the ground like this was much more comfortable than standing straight up - and besides, like this, Shekh could easily service him like both of them wanted. Beau still retained his thoughts and mental processes, but he desired one thing above everything else, and this little bitch of a hyena on all fours between his back legs running his tongue along the shepherd's dripping length was the best way to get him that.

He was correct in his thought, too, about the size difference: not only could Shekh not take him into his muzzle anymore (he watched him try, putting his lips to the end of the shepherd's bestial length, swirling his tongue sweetly around, flicking over his piercing and right at the source of his oozing pre...), but with both paws wrapped around the large cock above him, he couldn't touch his fingers together. He pressed and ran his muzzle along it again and again while stroking with his paws, working the flesh itself as well as with assistance from the shepherd's natural musk, thick and concentrated enough to slicken his shaft so that it glistened in the light.

He thrust his hips forward again with the intent of showing that he wanted more than a slow handjob and a thorough lick-down... and it seemed like Shekh understood. The hyena licked his lips again, swallowed whatever thick pre remained on his tongue, and then briefly adjusted his position to work his pants down his legs.

"This is a good look for you..." Shekh went on, not even bothering to tug his pants all the way down before also getting on all fours. "Don't tell my boyfriend, but I do enjoy a larger guy who's not afraid to take what he wants..."

As if on instinct, as soon as Beau felt the pressure of an eager tailhole against the end of his length, he found his hips thrusting roughly forward again, followed by a little noise of strain from the small hyena beneath him. He looked down again: Shekh dug his claws into the carpet beneath him, front half of his body close to the ground and rump high in the air, working his hips side to side in attempt to ease the beast's cock into him. Beau felt certain that, were the hyena in his right mind and not_lust-drunk from the rich musk that he'd thoroughly rubbed into the fur of his muzzle, he wouldn't even _attempt it - but instead of pulling forward and away from the thick, pierced length wanting to press into him, he just pushed back onto it, again and again.

The difference in size - Beau could probably pick Shekh up in one paw and almost enclose his entire body in his fingers - lent itself to a sweet tightness around his length once the hyena _had_worked himself back onto it, the likes of which the shepherd had never felt before. His hips hitched forward again, this time pushing a sharper yip from Shekh's muzzle, but the hyena still remained in place, flicked his tongue out over his lips, and pressed further back.

A good, obedient bitch, readily raising his tail for this beast of a guest... that was exactly what Beau wanted, and he took full advantage of the opportunity. The combination of the weight of his body and Shekh's own resolve to successfully take his cock resulted in the hyena being pushed down against the carpet, oozing his own pre - Beau's nose tickled with being able to smell it. So eager to get fucked that he didn't seem to care if he'd be torn in half in the process.

That was fine. Not like Beau could help himself, anyway: along with his more fearsome and savage body, his wants and desires had become more base and carnal, and all he wanted was to breed and cum - to mark this hyena inside and out with his load. Already he could tell that it wouldn't take too long, what with this intense moist tightness squeezing him all around the first few inches of his length, piercing and everything; the monster shepherd's thick pre, viscous like molten glue, coated the flesh walls that he squeezed himself into and would have made it a little easier, had he not had to stretch this hyena's rump first.

Shekh still gladly took it, though, mind (and apparently sense of pain as well) still warped under the influence of Beau's potent musk. Ears flattened back, eyes squeezed shut, lips drawn back in concentration, and still the hyena churned his hips up and down, up and down, working the thick cock deeper into him. If he'd ended up sore last time Beau had visited...

"Ah!-" the hyena barked out, suddenly straightening up; Beau felt a fleshy resistance against the blunted head of his cock, buried deep under his bitch's tail, and knew that he wouldn't be able to squeeze any deeper into him. Such a shame, too, as over half of his full length still remained... but that was no matter. Lifting his head up and dragging his own tongue, long and dripping with sticky saliva over his lips, Beau readjusted his position to start thrusting in and out of Shekh; feeling the hyena's tendency to lurch forward each time he pushed in, he also reached a paw down and closed a few sharp claws around Shekh's throat to hold him in place. A small paw came up to grip at one, loosening it slightly.

Keeping Shekh firmly in place, the shepherd shifted his hips back and felt the familiar sweet sensation of tugging back out of tight, moist flesh - but just before the rim of his head came free of the rim of the hyena's tailhole, he changed the direction of his movement and started sinking back into him, claws tightening around his warm neck to offset his tendency to lurch forward.

He could feel all of his toy's grunts and gasps and moans in the pads of his fingers, each one squeezed forcefully out of him by the pressure of thick meat beneath his tail. He'd already been through a single very sudden orgasm, followed by a curious tongue flicking over his sensitive new piercing, and then found himself strangely and powerfully aroused by his transformation; bright pleasure shot through him with each thrust into the hyena, whose moans became steadily breathier and higher in pitch as the beast fucked him into the carpet.

At one point, the hyena stiffened up all over, breathed in a sharp gasp, and then clenched and shuddered - and a moment later, the sweetish scent of fresh cum floated up and caressed Beau's twitching nose. Honestly, that didn't surprise him, but he also didn't stop: he could feel his own orgasm steadily approaching, tinged with the tantalizing sensitivity of having already finished once.

Tired of waiting - had he known that Shekh would be put through an orgasm before him, he wouldn't have taken so much time - and made only more impatient by the warm body shivering with pleasure beneath him, Beau redoubled the force and speed of his thrusts, fully aware that each one now brought him slightly further into the hyena. Because of their difference in size, his large, swaying sack almost dragged across the carpeted floor each time he pressed forward, and he could feel Shekh's bent tail flicking across his belly, faster and more erratically as the speed still increased-

Beau's long tongue again flitted out over his lips, dripping thick saliva down towards the carpet. He kept his hips low and paw tight around Shekh's throat, just loose enough to allow him to catch small snatches of breath - but then, that was cut off with a short series of particularly sharp thrusts from the monster above him, burying his shaft up to the contour of his knot in the hyena. A deep rumble of a growl shuddered through Beau's body, and then, he started unloading the weight from his sack, one thick rope after another deep into Shekh's belly. The hyena moaned and shuddered and clenched around him again as the spurts filled him up and to the brim until, nowhere else to go, the shepherd's seed squirted out of Shekh's tailhole, still stretched around the beast's pulsing length.

The pleasure of his orgasm still rippling through him, Beau pulled roughly out of the hyena and emptied the last few spurts, still thick and voluminous, out over Shekh's back - dousing him in milky slickness and matting his fur down. Finally released, the hyena slumped down onto his belly - which squeezed a considerably amount of thick behemoth cum out of him, belly slightly distended with the volume. Then, a second later, he breathed out a shuddering sigh and struggled with freeing his claws from the carpet that he gripped onto.

"...Three," Shekh breathed, after swallowing a few times. Beau, large chest heaving in exhaustion above him, tilted his head. "I came three times."

The scent of rich cum was almost overwhelming, but it brought Beau considerable pleasure each time he tasted it on the air - especially as it overtook and diluted the hyena's own natural scent, effectively marking him. Still, though, he was unsatisfied, but retained enough self-control and common sense to know that any more rough treatment of this flimsy little hyena's backside would leave him unsuitable for future use, so he stepped over him and the pool of thick cum in which he lay while trying to catch his breath.

It was just a matter of waiting: he'd seen the look on Shekh's face after the hyena had had a chance to taste the perfume of his cum. Beau knew that all he'd have to do was show himself to Shekh, and he'd have a hungry tongue along his length again.

~ ~ ~

Beau had actually forgotten that it was raining, until a lack of various noises of pleasure allowed him to hear it again some number of minutes later... and then, half-immersed in a blissful doze, he felt a muzzle press up between his legs against his sack, and looked down to see a very sticky and very excited striped hyena still eager to serve him.

Just as he started thrusting his hips forward again into the paws clutching his length, though, another feeling shot through him, one unrelated to the current situation at hand. It was like the discomfort of his first transformation into this larger, more animalistic form, where he could feel his joints and bones shifting and changing against his will - but this time he could feel himself return to his original size, accompanied by amazing releases of pressure all throughout his body. He stretched out, rubbed his cock against Shekh's face, shivered at the feeling of shifting back - God, it felt so good to finally return to normal after being a behemoth for so long, he almost-

-ended up spurting a third load out over Shekh's muzzle, suddenly and abruptly, so that the hyena jerked back with surprise at the thick liquid suddenly streaked across the side of his muzzle.

As Beau caught his breath and readjusted into a more comfortable position, he watched Shekh run his tongue over his lips and then over the end of the shepherd's cock, still the vaguely equine shape that it had maintained in his larger form... and it wasn't changing back. The deft tongue repeatedly flicking across the sensitive head of his shaft kept him twitching and shifting, but even after the last of the echoes of the transformation had died out of his limbs, that remained the same. Though a little diminished from his previous length, it was still impressive, reaching almost halfway up his chest - and Shekh though so, too; the shepherd had to push him away, as the sensation of his constant nuzzling and licking was getting to be too much.

Beau lounged back, lifting his shaft away from his belly with a paw. Thick, heavy, meaty... I'll have to see how this goes,_he mused, _but this is something I could get used to... he cleared his throat. "Hey."

Bright olive eyes looked up at him around his shaft. Shekh now shoveled his nose against the shepherd's sack, making no effort to hide his deep inhalations. Perhaps the effect of Beau's musk on him remained with the shape of his cock...

"D'you, uh... think I should see a doctor about this?" Beau pointed down at his length.

"Mmm..." was all he got as a reply, followed by a moist tongue flicking out against him.