Spoilery Disclaimer:

"Hey guys," Charn said, the tiger gesturing to the three director's chairs that were sitting in front of him.  Halðr Froki, and Skraat each took their place, sitting down and nodding to each other. 

"Alright, so, I just wanted to quickly go over this story we are all about to act out with you, to make sure we are all on the same page," Charn said. "So to start off, Halðr and Froki, you are going to be twin brothers, okay?"

Halðr and Froki looked at each other, looking each other up and down and then nodding. "Sure, I guess, but won't it be obvious that we have totally different plumages?" Froki asked.

"Trust me, nobody pays attention to that stuff. Skraat, you're going to be their pervy friend who uses an app to switch their bodies while they're sleeping. So Froki, Halðr, you are going to switch bodies for most of this story."

"Oh, interesting, that will be fun!" The dinos said, and Skraat nodded along. 

"That sounds great, I've always wanted to do some mad scientist work. I hate getting type cast as an alligator, just because I'm from Florida, and-"

"So, also, you are ALL gonna lose your dicks, in a variety of ways, mostly from doing it to yourselves. As always in a CharnCo story, you'll all be repaired back to your normal states, no harm no foul."

"That makes sense, after all, my owner DID pay money for me to do exactly that!" Skraat laughed. Halðr and Froki nodded along with.

"Yeah, our owner is excited to see us lose our huge dicks, too, and since he created us and we are an extension of his sexual anima, that means that we're giving enthusiastic and open consent for this to happen, too. This is a fun and harmless activity taking place with imaginary characters in an imaginary world!" Froki explained, rationally and soberly.

"Glad we are all in agreement," Skraat said, then. "So, shall we go out there and lop off some dicks?"

"yeah!" the other two said, and that, my dear reader, is what you are about to read about here.
Freaky Friday
Halðr Froki Ha      lor  
[[Bleep Bleep Bleep]] 
Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the room that was unfamiliar in its familiarity. Froki's eyes snapped open, his senses immediately on alert. The bed was too firm, the scent of the sheets laced with the musky tang of... not him. It was familiar, but not him. He opened his eyes, looking across a bed sheet that was covered in red cartoon airplanes, which was not a bed sheet that he owned. He had gone to sleep in his own bed, why had he not woken up in it? Panic fluttered in his chest as he sat up abruptly, in a room that was not his. It looked familiar, and he was sure he had been in this room before, but... his brain just wasn't giving him the information it needed. He rolled out of the bed, legs tangled in sheets as he thumped heavily on the floor. 
"Son of a-" he muttered, and now he could hear a phone beeping near his bed, chiming away with a notification that, again, was not the one he was used to hearing. He untangled himself, jumping to his feet, feathers bristling as confusion and panic began to lead to anger and adrenaline. He saw someone else out of the corner of his eye, and spun, twisting to see his brother facing him, his fists raised in preparation for a fight. 
"Halðr, what the hell?" He asked, and his voice wasn't right, either. It was lower than it should have been. Worse than that, he wasn't actually looking at his brother. He was looking at a mirror. 
Red feathers bristled on his reflection's body as he stared himself, no, his brother, no, himself down. "What in the gosh darn heckies is going on..." he whispered, voice hoarse with disbelief. His hands – no, Halðr's hands – trembled as he snatched up the phone from the nightstand, seeing that there were several messages already waiting for him. He pressed his thumb against the screen and it unlocked. 
There was a group message, with messages between his bud Skraat and someone named 'fag'.
[good morning sleepy heads!]
[Guys something is up lol]
[What's up Froki?] Skraat had responded. 
[This is Halðr lololololol] followed by a picture of Froki giving the camera the finger. Only Froki was here, looking at the phone! Only... he wasn't Froki, anymore, was he? He was Halðr now. Only he was still Froki.. wasn't he?
[Froki? U awake?] 'fag' messaged, and Froki hurriedly tapped out a response.
[WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING??? lol] he hit send, and while he waited for a response he went into the contact's settings and its name from 'fag' to 'super stud'. 
[Idk!!! Why am I green?! Why are YOU texting from MY phone?]
[Dude i think we swapped bodies?!1]
[no shit really? That's awesome!] Skraat responded. [now we can finally figure out who's the biggest hehehe]  followed by a string of devil emojis. Froki rolled 'his' eyes, their lizard buddy was always a perv. He wouldn't be surprised if Skraat wasn't somehow behind all of this.
[What did you do Skraat] Froki asked, as he rubbed his head in confusion. He had to piss, and his mouth felt dry and scratchy. If he was in Halðr's house, then the bathroom was just down the way. He stumbled that way, getting used to the slightly different gait that his brother's body had. 
[What?! nothing! why would you think i did something] came the cheeky reply.
Froki let his cocks out of their vent, the two twin tapers disgorging quickly. Perhaps Halðr was pent up, or perhaps it was the uniqueness of the situation, but his dicks dropped fast. The pink shafts were narrow at their tip, but each inch after the tip was fatter than the inch previous, tapering into a wide bulk around a foot down that he could barely wrap his hand around. He knew there was more still lodged inside, but he didn't need the full length of his penises out to take a piss. As he relieved himself, the conversation continued.
[Relax! Just think of it as an opportunity for you to... explore] Their friend texted. 
[I hate how much ur enjoying this 🫤 ] Halðr responded back.
[Come on Halðr, admit it, you have always wondered who was bigger, right? Now you can find out!]
[he just knows im bigger] Froki contributed, as the twin streams of urine wandered over the lip of the toilet. [go on Halðr] [get my dicks hard!] [You got hard REAL fast lol, just trying to pee and BOING]  He thought for a second, then took a picture of his soft duel lengths, smirking as he sent it to the group chat.
[dude🫤 you know thats not hard ] Halðr responded back. [but if you really are bigger than me theres easy ways to fix that lol ✂️]
[haha o rly] Froki said, smirking as he wiped his dicks off on the hand towel. He headed back to the bedroom, his stomach growling as he did so. Ugh, Halðr was the type of guy to cook everything he ate, which meant his fridge was full of 'ingredients'. Froki flopped on the bed, casually kneading the twin dicks in his hand. They were firming up, getting thick and hard as he teased and stroked them. His hand felt.. alien. 
It felt like he was giving and receiving a hand job at the same time, like the dick he was holding and the hand that were gripping him were.. someone else's. Which, of course, they were.
[It's not gay, you're just masturbating!]
[Ugh, Skraat! This is messed up] Froki replied, but he couldn't deny the way his – or rather, Halðr's – heart rate quickened at the thought. It wasn't gay to jerk yourself off, right? And it wasn't gay to do other things to yourself, either.
[Can't deny it's kinda exciting... exploring ourselves like this] Halðr added and sent a picture of Froki's twin dicks, erect and jutting upwards with their telltale banana curve to the left. Froki looked down, and realized that Halðr's cocks also had a curve, though they bent upwards, towards his mouth. It was almost as if they wanted in there, between his teeth. 
[I'm sure this is only temporary, guys, so you better do whatever you want to do now before you swap back!]
Froki smirked as he realized that he wasn't hungry, he was starving. 
[Damn you, Skraat] Froki typed, a smirk creeping across his face despite himself. His dicks surged in his hand, and he twisted around in the bed, so that his feet rested on the wall above the headboard. He reached down, gripping the edge of the mattress, and curled his butt up into the air. Wiggling and squirming, he propped his ass against the top of the head board, his legs walking in the open air above it. 
There were his dicks. They hung just above him, like ripe fruit, his brother's cocks. Now, his cocks. He owned this body now, right? So, he could do whatever he wanted with them. Froki's nostrils flared as he drank in his brother's musk. Similar to his own, but different enough to catch his attention, it reminded him of salty cinnamon. 
His red feathers rustled against each other as he grasped his buttocks, pulling his hips towards his own muzzle. His body curled until the twin members nestled against either side of his lips. Froki blinked at the sensation, not having had a dick against his mouth before. He breathed out, then in, and the big shafts twitched, responding to the caress of his hot breath. Froki's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the pulsating heat emanating from the hefty organs. 
Halow might be bigger than him, admittedly, though he had never done this with his own cocks before. Why would he? Sucking his own dicks seemed... weird, perverse. But he was in a perverse situation, right now, so why not? 
The idea that he would be able to mock Halðr for cumming from getting a blowjob from a dude tickled the back of his mind, too. His brother would never be able to live it down. 
He opened his jaws wide, the twin shafts sliding in against his smooth sharp fangs, then sliding delicately into his mouth. His hips twitched as he felt the tips of his teeth scrape against them, the twin dicks resting between his open jaws. He pushed his head upwards, craning his dick to try to stuff both eager shafts into his throat. He could not, though. The girth of the cocks combined was wider than his jaws were, and all that happened when he jammed them into his mouth was that the sharp fangs in the back of his jaws jabbed into the flesh of Halðr's cocks. 
A low chuckle resonated in the chamber of his chest, raspy and tinged with arousal, as he held those cocks there, loving the way those teeth felt, pressed in against his dicks. He could bite down, he realized. He could bite down and chomp into the meat of his brothers' dicks. What was Halðr going to do, stop him?
No, no, the idea throbbed in the back of his mind, but he wasn't gonna do anything like that. At least... not yet. He just wanted to have some fun. His heart pounded in his chest though, just at the thought of it. He had imagined, wondered what it would feel like to feel his dicks get eaten before, ever since he had seen a cartoon of a bird eating a 'worm' that was attached to a groundhog when he was a kid. He had the chance to, now. Shouldn't he... indulge?
As he thought about that, he slithered his tongue out along the left cock. He shifted his head, letting the right shaft rest against the outside of his cheek, heavy and warm. It oozed into his cheek feathers, the precum tickling as it drooled down to his jawline. He slithered his tongue out to curl it around Halðr's left cock, instead. It tasted the way he smelled, like salt and cinnamon and a hint of fresh tobacco. It was a pleasant, masculine flavor, and his tongue glided along the velvety texture of Halðr's cock, enjoying the taste of it. This cock was precumming, too, and he lapped at the tip of it as it oozed, feeling the sheen of precum against his tongue with each delightful swipe. How was his tongue so soft and velvety? He had no idea. He had just assumed it would feel... scaled, or something. But this was ecstasy. Halðr's right shaft throbbed needily against his cheek, neglected but no less engorged, swaying with each lap and lash of Froki's tongue.
He groaned as he felt that sturdy pillar of meat throb in his mouth. He traced teeth against it, his long tail slapping against the wall with a thunk at the perilous sensation of those dangerous fangs, caressing against someone else's taut flesh. He needed to catch a photo of this. He fumbled blindly for the phone, and saw that it was already on the camera app. That was convenient. He angled the photo as best he could, a thick dino cock jutting between two teasing sets of teeth, Halðr's red feathers lining the bared lips. He snapped the photo, a memento of debauchery, and hit the send button. Wait, the send button?
Skraat's reply came fast, a flurry of exclamation points and lewd encouragement to take it further. 
[Holy shit are you gonna eat that dick like a hotdog?!]
[ I want to see pics if you bite down!]
[holy shit eat that dick fuck]
[wait what no dont] Was Halðr's reply, but of COURSE he'd say that.
With a mix of hesitation and raw excitement, Froki decided to indulge himself. He could blame Skraat for it later, after all; the lizard told him to eat the dick. He was just giving in to peer pressure. 
He closed his eyes and slowly clenched his jaws, feeling a hot slick jet of precum from the dick on the outside of his cheek as his fangs sank into the tender meat of the one on the inside of his cheeks. He felt a jolt of pleasure and pain, both mingling together as he mauled his own length between his fangs. 
He took another pic and sent it to the chat. He wanted Halðr to see what was happening to his dick. He wanted Halðr to see his dick being turned into dino chow. He opened his jaws, licking out along the bottom half of his brother's wounded shaft, his tongue probing against the small incisions that had been softly stabbed up the length of thick dino meat.
He bobbed his head up, tongue coiling and pulling, dragging that dick into his mouth. He could feel the length of it tickling its way into his throat, a smooth slender cocktip that bulked out as it stretched its way down. He curled his hips, fucking into his throat, not caring at the roughness with which his shaft throbbed and ground against his flesh. 
He felt his nose prod into his vent, his lip flush against the crotch of his hemipenes, his fangs pressing into the flesh just beyond. This is where I'll bite, he thought to himself, and took a moment to feel the sheer mass of all that dino dick that was pressed against his tongue, bulging out his cheeks and clogging up his throat. He didn't even mean to bite down so quickly, but as he realized he had his brother's entire cock between his jaws, he just had to.
He climaxed, as he did it, the shaft on the outside of his mouth spurting a thick load of seed against his shoulder and neck, while the one inside his throat scalded a hot pulse down towards his stomach. Teeth that weren't shaped exactly like his own scraped together as he bit down, and for all the mass and weight and potency his brother's dick represented, it sheared free of its root with no more resistance than a particularly ripe banana. It came free, teeth clenched, throat gulping to pull the length of dick that throbbed one last time downwards. He scrabbled for the phone, wanting to get a picture of it, opening his mouth as the stump splattered another thick wad of cum in an unfocused blast against his teeth. 
CLICK. 
He sent the shot, a close up of glazed teeth and the stump of a huge dick just beginning to slide into the back of his throat, then dropped the phone to the bed and enjoyed the pulses of pleasure and seed that washed through and over him.
Froki could hear the phone going off, as he lazily lifted his chin upwards, reaching to cup his throat. He swallowed, feeling his throat bob, feeling the muscles clench down around the meat and drag it downwards. He felt his stomach, too, gurgling eagerly for its fresh meal, not realizing it was about to devour part of his own body. The thick, warm, limp shaft slid down and into it, curling lazily along the inside of his growling belly, filling it impressively. He remembered an argument he had had with his brother some time ago when they had been talking about horse dicks, and had done some googling on what the caloric content of penises actually was. 
Another spurt, weaker but no less pleasurable, oozed out from his remaining shaft, and he brought it into his mouth and licked, cleaning it with his tongue. He had googled how much calories was in an average dick, and then, later, when he was alone at home and jacking off, he had figured out the calories in his own dick. It had ended up being, he remembered, something equivalent to two Chipotle chicken burritos with avocado on them. He nursed the last of his seed from his shaft as his paw slid down, to pat against his belly, pleased with how full he was now. Two burritos' worth of Halðr's dick was now in his, err, Halðr's gut, ready to be digested.
Halðr
Halðr stared, mouth open, at his phone. His dumb fuck brother had been recording video for the last minute, ever since he had started sucking his own dick, and Halðr had watched, obviously, as Froki sucked on, gnawed on, and then FED ON his, Halðr's, left cock.
"You son of a bitch!" he shouted, the green feathered dino swearing in the middle of Froki's kitchen. He was nude, his cocks fully erect and gleaming with canola oil. He had been stroking fingers along and between his shafts, enjoying the subtle way his brothers' dicks felt in his hands compared to his own, when he had seen the pictures of Froki pretending that he was going to eat his dick. Not being about to let his brother win this game of chicken, he had decided to indulge in something HE had always wanted to do as well, and had slapped both of his brother's fat dicks onto the large wooden cutting board that he kept on the kitchen island. 
[damng rofl ] Skraat texted, as the stream ended with Froki gulping down a huge dick. [cant believe your just ate Halðrs dick lol what r u gonna do Halðr]
[THIS] Halðr texted back, his finger smearing oil on the screen as he thrust his hips up against the counter. He started recording on his own end, holding the phone up high enough to get the full length of both gleaming, throbbing cocks in frame. He reached over to the island's embedded knife block and pulled a knife up out of it. It was long and slender, a ceramic knife with a wicked sharp edge to it. Halðr knew that Froki had barely used it, being far more interested in eating out than in preparing foods himself. Perhaps this would be an educational lesson for him.
"Hey bro! I saw you decided to eat my dick! Well, guess what?" Halðr stroked the edge of the blade along the top of his gleaming, slippery, tapering shafts, tilted slightly so that it only scraped the oil from the surface rather than digging into the hot flesh. 
*Bing!* *Bing!* Skraat and Froki were responding now, but Halðr didn't bother to read. His tail curled behind him, the longer feathers at the end of it fluffing out in aroused excitement as he teased his dicks with the sharp knife.
"That's right," he said, as he pulled the knife gently back and upwards, so that the very pointed tip of the knife pressed right against the middle of his right shaft. His heart pounded like a drum, each beat echoing with a mix of primal arousal and the inherent danger that came with playing with such a sharp, dangerous instrument. Only, there wasn't any danger, was there? After all, it wasn't his dicks he was teasing with a knife. He could have all the fun he wanted and tomorrow when he woke up he'd be back in his own body, free to jack off and relive this memory over and over again.
He dragged the tip so, so slowly down the length of his flesh, groaning as his cock throbbed and pressed up against the knife. They wanted to be cut up, severed and mounted as trophies or sauteed into medallions. Which would he do with it? There were so many options. 
The tip of the blade rested against the root of his cocks, the twin lengths twitching in heated arousal against the wooden cutting board, fully extended from his cloaca and ready to be severed. He could feel the orgasm rising up inside him, could tell by the way the veins were popping out on the surface of the cocks that he was going to cum, and cum hard. He dragged the tip of the knife down to the crotch of his shafts, nudging it gently into the slit where they separated from each other. The blade pressed into the flesh, as sharp and light as a papercut.
Halðr groaned, almost dropping the slippery phone, as he gently twisted the knife back and forth. The edge of the blade turned to face the left cock, then the right one, subtly parting the flesh between the two shafts. 
"Which one should I cut off, brother?" He teased. He saw someone say LEFT LEFT LEFT in a pop up notification but he didn't bother to see who it was. Was Froki prouder of his left cock? Was it bigger, longer than the right? Did it matter? Halðr felt himself getting closer to climaxing, feet curling him up onto tiptoes, his tail anxiously wrapping around his neck as he watched his hand pull the blade down into his flesh. It cut through the flesh, so cleanly, honed metal carving easily through the turgid flesh of his shaft.
"Oh, FUCK that feels good!" he said, and on camera, both of the dino's sausages flexed, shooting out their own seed. Unlike Froki, who's dicks were embedded or jammed up against his own shoulder, both of Halðrs were free to shoot their seed clear across the island. The camera jerked upwards, watching as the twin spurts shot out in twin lines down the length of the polished wood, and then another spurt. 
The blade truncated one of the ejaculating members on the third spurt. Only one long line of cream erupted out over the wood, as the right shaft came free from his groin. He felt the tip press into the wood of the cutting block, and then pulled it along the cutting board. The tip scraped along the foot, as the four inches-thick length of dino dick separated just above it.  
The pain was minimal, just a cold-edged pinching sensation that flowed through and against his groin, and a buttocks-clenching tingling afterwards, like pins and needles along the entire length of his missing cock. He gasped, panting and trying not to hunch his hips against the island as he focused on the camera again, making sure to show the dead dick laying next to the actively spurting on.
He stabbed the tip of the blade into it, not all the way through but into it, and pushed it away from the root of his shaft. The slick flesh slid into its own cooling pool of cream, and two inches of wooden cutting board appeared between it and the dino's groin. His remaining intact shaft spurted extra hard when he saw that. The pain, and even the pleasure, didn't matter. What mattered the most was the satisfaction he got from finally doing it. He had trimmed that huge dick away like a bit of fat from a rib eye steak. He had always wanted to, had been fascinated with the idea of clipping off that part of himself, but had been too scared to actually try it. Now that it didn't directly affect him, it was totally safe to explore, and he was glad he did. Two pounds of (his brother's) flesh was a small price to pay for the experience. 
SKRAAT
Skraat couldn't believe it had worked. Not just the body swapping thing, but also getting them to record how they bit off and cut off each other's cocks. It was amazing, but the desert lizard hadn't gotten off to it yet, he needed more. He needed to see it in person. He stared at Halðr's stream on loop on his computer monitor, leaning back in his chair. Next to Halðr's video, Froki's video stream looped, though he hadn't been aware he was streaming at the time. Both of the dino studs had lopped their junk off exactly fifteen seconds after their teeth, or the blade of the knife, had touched their flesh. 
In both of his hands were his own set of dicks, the hemipenes angrily throbbing as his eyes flitted back and forth between the two videos of destruction. He rubbed his fingers along the swollen nubs that flared, broadly spackled along the more sensitive ends of his thick cudgels. They were partially human shaped, replete with a flared bulb at the end, but his cocks also had the length and medial ring of an equine, and the barbs of a feline, with the duality of a reptiles and the thickness of a dog's. In short, they were the cloaca bombs this side of the Mississippi. 
He traced the tips of rough fangs along the underside of both shaft's glans, softly tickling them as he watched flesh separate under a knife, and pierced into by thick fangs. Damn, he was going to cum if he kept teasing himself like this!
Then the doorbell rang. Skraat peered at it, suspiciously, unwilling to stop handling his cocks just yet. "Who is it?" He yelled.
"It's us!" The door swung open, and Skraat's tongue flickered out of his mouth anxiously as he twisted back to the counter. He tried to close the programs, but his precum slickened fingers danced over the mouse, maximizing them instead.
"What the fuck, dude?" He heard the lizards say, as they entered his apartment. He was facing away from them, but knew that they could see the video of a knife cutting through Froki's shaft. He put on his best 'disappointed' face, and turned back around, hoping that the brothers didn't notice how close his cocks were throbbing with the imminent orgasm he had just been cockblocked from.
"Look at this," He said, scoldingly. He gestured to the screen, shaking his head disapprovingly. "That's your cock you cut off! You cut it off!"
"Yeah, I know. I was there," Froki said, rolling his eyes. He held up a white plastic grocery bag, the weathered yellow face on it smiling brightly, even as the bottom of the bag sagged with the bulk of a huge long tube of some sort. Who could say what was in there. "I brought the dick, like you asked." 
Oh.
"Right, that's good, let me see it," He said, making grabby hands at the bag. The dino bros sauntered into his bedroom, Halðr slumping one side of the couch. His cock was still hanging from his vent, limp and glistening. The sides of his slit had swallowed over the bulk of the stump of the missing shaft, but Skraat could see a hint of it, just behind the edge of the sheath, peeking out from a gap between it and the remaining cock. 
"You better reattach that soon," Halðr said, pointing to Froki's bag. "I don't want it being, like, a dead dick or something."
"Relax," Skraat said, as he fished the now-cool length of limp dino hose out of the bag. He gripped it, feeling the suppleness of the damp flesh, soft and rubber in his fingers. "When you switch back everything will be back to normal, you won't even be able to tell anything happened at all." He brought the thick hose down between his legs, shuddering as he draped it over the two jutting staffs of his own cocks. Oh, how they throbbed, his skin tightening harder as the heavy length of his friend's dick rested on top of them. He gripped the base, pulling it down along the inner lengths of his shafts, and jammed the fat base up between them.
"Looks like I got more than the average number of dicks," He said, squeezing the base of both of his cocks around and crushing the base of the severed one in between them. "And you each got less than the average." He paused, rolling the next sentence around in his mouth before letting it squeeze out. "Didja ever figger out who's bigger?"
Halðr and Froki both looked down at themselves, suspiciously, from either ends of the couch. They looked up at each other, then back to their cocks. Halðr grabbed his, first, tugging at the softness of it and wincing as he felt the rawness of the wound his teeth had sheared into his flesh. 
"Pretty sure Froki is," Froki said, as he slapped his shaft against his thigh. "I mean, I could be wrong, maybe he just has tiny hands, but when I stroke it it seems to stroke for longer than mine does."
"Up ours," Halðr said, before adding, "Of course mine is bigger than yours." He twirled his own between his fingers, the pink flesh darkening as it engorged with fresh arousal. "Yours is, like, tiny. Maybe four inches, at most."
"Oh, is it?" Froki said, turning to face his brother. Skraat noticed that he had a pair of sharp scissors in his hand. "Four inches, huh?"
"Guys, don't-" Skraat tried to interrupt, but he was jerking himself off as he watched Froki bring the twin blades down to his own erection. The blades tickled as they pressed against the tip of the flesh, and Skraat licked his lips, realizing exactly what was about to happen. He started to count, inside his head, watching Froki intentionally. One, two, three-
"Yeah, four inches, Halðr said, as he twisted the tip of his cock down and tucked it into the swirl of flesh. He grimaced, then looked over at Froki, just in time to see the blades start to cut into the flesh. "Hey, wait!"
"Too late now," Froki said, as he SNIPPED off the last couple inches of his dick. The slender, oozing taper tip bounced away from the blades as they closed, flung upwards with the sudden release and shot over the short couch to bounce off of Halðr's knee.
"You mother-" Halðr lunged for his brother, slapping the blades away and straddling his hips. "Look at your dick, dude, it's tiny!" he said, grabbing Froki's cheeks between his hands. He tugged Froki down between his legs, feeding the tip of his own cock a similar amount of time into Froki's mouth. 
Froki struggled groaning something into Halðr's cock as his jaws were squeezed together. He grunted defiantly as he felt his jaws click together, and Halðr's dick tip came loose in its original owner's mouth. Froki turned his head and spit, the four or so inches of dick meat hitting Skraat's chest with a wet thump. 
Skraat jumped out of the chair, grabbing the severed dick from between his own shafts. He held it in both hands, and twisted it around his shafts, feeling the taut skin compress his barbs together and hunching into the noosed loop of dickmeat. The dick twisted as he thrust against it, and he yanked both ends of the shorn shaft, drawing it even tighter around himself. 
"No way stop" he panted, meaning none of it as Froki brought the shears back to his groin and hacked through another five, six inches of dick. He couldn't even see his dick, as Halðr stuffed another jaw full of flesh in between his jaws. "Guys, stop this." He was getting close to cumming now, watching as the two studs completely penectomized each other, one chomp and snip at a time. 
Froki wrenched his head to the left and a soft tear of flesh accompanied it. He didn't spit this hunk of Halðr's dick out, instead tossing his head back and flopping the flesh through the air, catching it between his jaws with a grisly SNAP. "But that's your-"
The brothers didn't care, they were having fun. Halow reached down and sank his claws into the root of Froki's shaft, yanking backwards and tearing through the root of his brother's cock. It was, when he would shortly be back in his own body, his own cock, but he pulled the shorn flesh up and slapped Froki about the face with it, whacking him in the left and right cheek.
"Oh, is that gay? You're fine eating my dick but when I'm feeding it to you NOW there's a problem eh?" 
Froki glared up at him, the feathered brother's torn shaft dangling right in front of his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't eat your dick right now, I'm going to eat my OWN first, since it's so much BIGGER!"
It made no sense, but he snapped his jaws on Halðr's shaft anyways, shearing through the remainder of it as Halðr whooped and tossed the rest of Froki's cock across the room. The solid plug of meat bounced off the wall, leaving a burrito-shaped slick imprint, before falling to the carpeted floor below.
Skraat watched as they tore and sliced and bit their dicks to pieces, as he took the severed shaft they had brought for him in a bag in one hand. He brought it to the end of his own gnarled, knobby cocks, using his wrists to crush the two shafts together. 
"OOoohhhh FUCK," he moaned, as he penetrated up into the root of the shaft with his own cocks. There was no room in the urethra for either of them, and so the severed cock was inflated, the skin of it bulging out, a tautly gripping translucent membrane as the two shafts stretched it impossibly wide with their combined lengths.
The two brothers, their groins now devoid of anything more than shreds of penile flesh, turned as one to stare at their friend, who was fucking their dick with both of their cocks. It was technically Halðr's dick, but Froki had been the one to give it to him, and so they were both mildly irritated that he had sheathed his dicks up inside it like a lousy fleshlight. 
"You-" but before Froki could continue, a PWAP sound erupted from Skraat's groin, as the over-distended penis gave up. The skin tore like a balloon's, from underneath, and the bottom half of the cock just exploded, chunks of crushed meat and scraps of torn dick skin erupting from the catastrophic failure of the penile unit. Skraat just kept pulling downwards, forcing his dicks up through the length of flesh, groaning in delight as he ruined the rest of the shaft. There was a moment where his tips pushed up along either side of the slender, tapered tip, a single bead of old cum squeezed out from inside, before it ruptured like a blooming rose.
"Dude..." Halðr said, staring in shock. Despite even doing THAT, Skraat still hadn't cum, and he was rubbing himself with two small pieces, polishing them against his dicks with a needy, tense smile on his face.
"Look, I'm horny, okay? I'll swap you back, but I have to cum first. If you two... blow me... then-"
"WHAT?!" both brothers said in unison, staring at him incredulously. For a second, Skraat panicked. He realized he needed to un-gay-ify this as quickly as possible.
"Look I don't want you to suck my dicks," He said, speaking and thinking at the same time, which was never a good idea. "But it's a magic spell and the only way to make the magic happen is if I cum, so, I kind of HAVE to, and you two have to be sucking my dick for it to work."
"But we weren't sucking your dicks when-"
"I don't make the rules!" Skraat said. He flopped into his large recliner, his cocks pointing up towards the ceiling, angled slightly apart from each other. "I just know what they are. No, are you two gonna suck me off or are you gonna stay swapped forever?"
Halðr and Froki glanced at each other, some unspoken twin communication passing between their reptilian brains. They glanced at Skraat's dicks, then back to each other. Froki made a gesture that Skraat didn't quite catch, and Halðr grimaced, then nodded. Then, they both turned back to Skraat, approaching and kneeling between his spread legs. 
The green dino gripped his right cock in his sharp-taloned palm, stroking along the smooth flesh underneath the barbs, while the red dino horked all sixteen inches of Skraat's left cock deeply into his gullet, tongue coiling around and hungrily tugging against it.
"Oh, fuck yeah, suck my dicks," Skraat said, as he played with the remnants of the erupted shaft between his own fingers. "Yeah, worship them, the biggest dicks in our friend group now that yours are gone."
The red dino pulled off of the reptile's left prong, canting his head to the side quizzically. "Well, they're not gone for good, just temporarily, right?"
The green dino bobbed, looking up at Skraat curiously as he rubbed his lips back and forth on the barbs themselves, making Skraat twitch and jerk in overstimulated pleasure.
"Well, I mean, I said you wouldn't be able to tell that..." Skraat moaned, his cocks tightening as he felt the green dino's lips on one cock and the red dino's tongue rasping along the other. ".. that you had lost your cocks. I didn't say they'd... be back..." he awkwardly stuffed the piece of meat he was holding into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it rapidly. "I mean I'm not a surgeon..."
"Ah, I see," The red feathered dino said, and reached up to hold the reptile's hip in place. "But you DO need to cum to swap us back, right?"
"Yup!" Skraat said, and put his hand on the red dino's skull, pushing it urgently down towards his needy shaft. "Just suck me off dude I'm literally ABOUT to jizz. You need to swallow every ounce for it to work, just trust me!" 
Skraat picked up his phone, opening up the app that would swap the two of them back into their regular bodies. It was just a button he had to press, and he could have done it at any time, but he was really, REALLY horny at this point.
"Every ounce, got it," Green feathered dino said, glancing to red and winking with him. He bared his teeth and slowly slid his mouth down to the very base of Skraat's shaft. Red feathered dino did the same, the two of them nudging lips together  as they jostled for space. 
Skraat was leaning back, enjoying the warmth and roughness of their tongues, when he felt teeth. He was so close to cumming, and now they were teasing him. He looked down, seeing the twin dino brothers each with their mouths slightly open, his cocks sheathed in their mouths save for the thick trunks. Their teeth were pressed just so slightly into the flesh, and they were looking at each other with knowing looks. 
Skraat realized that as soon as he felt the teeth against his meat, he had started counting, and he was already at eleven seconds. "G-g-guys, no, wait, think about this-"
But thinking wasn't their strong suit. Both of them bit down, and two sets of razor thin daggers sank into both lengths of his cock at the same time. 
Skraat wheezed, not even feeling pain, just the shock of watching his proud, beautiful cocks being skewered so casually. The two dinos began to pull backwards, tugging back and forth, and despite all of this Skraat was so damned close to cumming that this was actually working for him. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck-"
Froki fell to the side, the cock in his mouth tearing free with a wet ripping sound similar to cabbage being torn. He opened his mouth, and Skraat saw his DICK in his mouth, just before Froki slammed his jaws together, mashing it between them. THen opened, and closed again, and this time his dick was flatter, maimed, pieces of it bitten off, flaps of skin and tissue. Closed, then opened again, and now it was almost unrecognizable, just a pile of masticated hamburger in his mouth. His beautiful cock, crushed into paste.
Halðr had been left with the left cock and the root of his penile twinning, and he lurched down, pushing his nose into Skraat's soft vent. Teeth worked inwards, deeply, to catch the very very root of his flesh, and then Halðr yanked back and ripped a very intimate part of Skraat loose from very deep inside him. Vascular spongey root tissue came with it, slapping like a wet tongue against Halðr's muzzle, and then he tossed his head back and, as Skraat watched in helpless horny fixation, he swallowed Skraat's cock whole. All of it.
He watched the bulge of it slide down the dino's throat, and Skraat's vent began to pump out hot slick seed, his orgasm cruelly experienced but completely unfelt, with no pleasurable nerves left to tell his brain. No sensation of squirting, no pleasurable spurts, just an emasculated oozing from his cloaca. Humiliated, Skraat pressed the button, and the two brothers twitched as their minds were shifted back to their original bodies, their own cockless vents oozing out another hot load from their own groins at the peculiar pleasurable sensation of it.
The three of them collapsed, all spent, all dickless, but otherwise back to normal. What an insane way to start the morning. It wasn't even lunch time, but they had somehow managed to uncock each other.
"So," Halðr said, back in his own body again, the dino stretching out his arms over his head. He worked his jaws, making a face and swallowing 'something' down. "That app.. Can it work with anyone? Cuz I know a  bat..."