“So, I suppose this is the part of the night where I either ask you to come in for a cup of coffee, or we say goodnight?”
A pair of amorous furs stood dangerously close to one another, toes curling and breathing shallow in anticipation of the inevitable goodnight kiss. As the huskie raccoon hybrid gazed longingly upon the lips of his jaguar date, he could almost feel the nerves that the jungle cat was suffering from; the air was wonderfully tense. It was as though they were waiting for big news, but there was no bad news to be had, only good news, and not just good, but good, better, and the best news at all possible.
Tonight, fate conspired for it to be the very best.
“I’m sure that’s not what you’re really asking me to come in for, but I actually really happen to like coffee,” the jaguar replied, sticking out the very tip of his rough, pink tongue. 
“You’re in luck then,” the huscoon replied. “I actually happen to make a mean cup of coffee.”
In truly carpe diem fashion, Exile the Huscoon leaned forward; just on his toes, and closed his lips around the playful jaguars tongue, enclosing it within a sneaky kiss. His target was caught so off guard that he could only muster a muffled gasp in reply, but the sound was one of pure delight, fulfilling the desires that he’d been having the entire night. Giving right in to his date’s urges, Kurun the Jaguar parted his maw just ever so slightly, enough so that Exile could get a deeper taste of his tongue. The long, feline muscle was a bit rough to the touch, but the huscoon delighted in the exotic flavor that came with it. 
The low, orange glow of a dimming porch light set the perfect tone for the date to end on such a romantic note, but as the kiss grew deeper still, Kurun leaned his large, masculine body in against Exile, letting him feel up close and personal just how great of care the jaguar took of himself. Against his own figure, Exile could feel the strength of a predator’s form, chiseled down to a solid six pack that felt like it really was carved from stone, and a pair of pecs that had seen countless hours at the gym to attain their appearance and feel. Kurun was statuesque, no doubt, and he wanted to let his date feel every last detail of his carving. 
“Mmnn…mm. Hey,” Exile slowly broken away from the kiss, putting a cautious paw upon Kurun’s chest, perhaps to ease him back, perhaps just to sneak a feel of his model-like figure. “My neighbors are a bit nosy. Maybe we should continue this over that coffee you wanted so badly?”
Kurun picked up on the hint, hook, line and sinker. “I am awfully thirsty now. Wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”
“Don’t worry; I won’t keep you waiting.”
Exile fumbled through his pockets, digging out the keys to his apartment and hastily unlocking the door. It was a humble little place; a sofa and a loveseat were pressed up to the bordering walls of the living room, with a small entertainment center settled in place against the opposite wall, sitting next to a desk with some random writing and magazines on it. The kitchen could be seen right from the entryway, and through it, the door to Exile’s bedroom was sitting open, revealing a bit of a mess, but certainly nothing that a guy like Kurun would be dismayed by. The only other doors in the apartment were in the right of the kitchen, leading to the bathroom, and a small utility closet that was on the dividing wall between the kitchen and living room. 
Already, the jaguar was scoping out the best places for a romp with his date, and already, his date was headed to the kitchen, his ring-patterned, bouncy tail curled up and inviting Kurun to follow. The cocky jaguar let his eyes lead him right to the perky rump hiding under that curly tail, acting almost brainlessly as Exile really did walk over to the counter, to his coffee maker. 
“Not sure what your flavor is, but I’ve got pretty much every variety of K-Cups you could imagine. I’ve got Green Mountain, Hazelnut, Breakfast Blend, New Englaaaaaaaaaaand heeeeeeey!”
Paws dropped down to the counter around Exile, and his voice started to leap out of his throat on its own as Kurun pressed his hips right up to the huscoon’s backside, pinning him against the counter in a position so compromised, any predatory animal would kill to be so lucky. “Perhaps you’ve got a cup of hybrid hump in there for me, or maybe some afternoon delight?”
The lines were clever, but terribly cheesy, and the sudden thrill and shock that Exile felt subsided to a goofy grin. “It’s about 10:30 at night, so I’m afraid it’s a bit late for afternoon delight, but I may have a cup of the former for you if you can show just a little restraint and patience, Kurun,” Exile offered to his captor, bumping back with his ass to try and push the feisty jaguar off just enough to get some breathing room. “Maybe we have a real cup of coffee first, to fuel up for the night ahead?”
Kurun might have been the more predatory of the two, and it was fitting that he was, being the alpha male, gym rat, jungle cat that he’d been brought up to be, but he wasn’t dumb as rocks, either. Exile often had his nose stuck in statistics and probability, being a bit of a math whiz, but he wasn’t any stranger to being a jock, himself. Which one of them ended up being more dominant later in the night might come down to who could be cleverer, and while Kurun had a bit of a size advantage, he had no idea that he was already steps away from falling into Exile’s trap.
“I like where your head is at, Exile. Maybe later you can put it somewhere even better,” Kurun commented, nearly drawing a groan from his captive. “Mind if I wait on the couch until you finish up in here?”
“It’d definitely make it easier for me to make you a drink if you let me up,” Exile replied, turning back and giving the jaguar a wink so he wouldn’t be offended. Kurun got the point and set about his own plan, releasing Exile from the counter and keeping a close eye on the huscoon as he walked back to the couch, his body already warming with anticipation, and his jeans already starting to feel a bit too tight for comfort. “I’ll bring it out to you when it’s ready.”
“Works for me!” Kurun yelled back as he sat back on the couch, lounging across it in the what he thought was the best pose to show off his assets; arms back behind his head to spread his chest and stretch his abs, legs split just enough to show off the muscles that dared to tear through his jeans, flat on his back so that the stiffening member that was being constricted would look even a bit bigger than it really was. In the past, this pose had never even come close to failing for Kurun, but only moments later, the jaguar would learn that he might be in just over his head this time.
It’s a shame he started acting so cocky the moment he got up to the door. I might have reconsidered doing this to him, otherwise, Exile thought, knowing by now that he was well out of Kurun’s field of vision, and with that knowledge, he went to work.
The process of brewing a pot of coffee was simple enough, and Exile went about it without a single sound, not wanting to rouse any suspicion out of his date, but a purely devious grin was played across his muzzle as he went into the fridge. Kurun was completely unassuming, imagining that Exile was just going to grab some coffee creamer. He was fully unaware that Exile was actually grabbing a tiny bottle from out of the far back of the fridge, filled with a dull liquid of pink. There was a letter “P” on the bottle, just in case Exile ever forgot what was inside, because he didn’t dare to take it himself just yet. It had been a gift to him from a friend, and the only warning they gave him was that “everyone reacts differently, so be entirely sure you want to use it on them,” and given his pushy temper, Exile felt that Kurun had earned his role as the first guinea pig for the stuff. 
“That had better be some world class coffee, Exile! I’m starting to fall asleep out here!” Kurun taunted, staying as stretched out as could be to keep his washboard abs on display.
“Just about done!” Oh, you are so getting it now, kitty.
Exile was already in the process of putting a couple tiny drops into Kurun’s coffee, but at being taunted again, he added a dash of the liquid instead of the recommended dose before putting the cap back on the bottle and quickly stashing it back in the fridge. Taking a cup in each hand, keeping his own cup in his right paw, he sauntered back into the living room, doing his best to put on a show for his unknowing jaguar date, trying to keep his mind other places. “I hope you like a little cream in your coffee.”
“Too much is never enough when it comes to cream, huscoon,” Kurun explained, taking the tainted coffee from Exiles left paw as it was offered. “After all, the more cream you have, the sweeter it gets, right?”
“That’s right,” Exile replied, simply playing along with Kurun and his cheesy lines at this point. His tail was curled tight as a wound rubbed band in anticipation as Kurun took a sip of the coffee, and gave a low growl of approval at the flavor. “I’m guessing I did a good job?”
Kurun nodded and took another sip, leading into a sizeable gulp. “This stuff was really worth the wait, Exile! If you put as much caffeine in there as it tastes like you did, we really will be up all night on this stuff. Good thing, too, because I’ll have plenty of time to reward you for your efforts…hey. Wh…why is my voice getting higher…?”
Exile chuckled, taking a sip of his own coffee and watching Kurun closely now as he anticipated the changes ahead. “I think you’re just hearing things, Kurun. Maybe you should have another sip? It could calm your throat.”
The jaguar nodded in silent agreement and took another deep, lengthy sip of his coffee, but he could tell already that just taking the sip was only going to make it worse, as his vocal chords started to vibrate. He could feel something changing about them, even if he couldn’t put a pawtip on what. “Hey! That didn’t help at all, Exile!” he complained, though his voice was starting to sound much more like a female than a male. The vibration in his vocal chords was starting to take a back seat to other problems, however, as the solid, chiseled chest that he’d worked so hard to attain and maintain started to soften up. He could feel the rock solid muscles go through a melting sensation, as if the flesh was starting to gather in the middle of his pectorals. “What the fuck is going on here?!”
“Did you have something weird to eat at dinner? Is something not sitting well with your stomach?” Exile asked, though he was feigning concern at this point, and it was tough for him to keep from grinning at the plight of the confused jaguar. “Or perhaps did you just come on a bit too strong for me?”
Kurun certainly wasn’t as dull as he came across, but it really had taken him this long to realize that the coffee was the problem all along. Of course, it was hard for him to focus, as the stirring in his chest was already starting to produce what were clearly a pair of soft, supple breasts, and they weren’t done growing, but more concerning to him was the sensation that somehow, he might be getting smaller. “…It was you! What the hell did you put in this coffee??”
The thick, muscular frame that Kurun was so proud of was already starting to shift. His body was already undoubtedly feminine from the potion in his coffee, his arms retaining their muscles, but slimming down dramatically and weakening to fit the thinner, more womanly frame that he was suddenly graced with. His hips rounded off as his entire skeletal structure shifted and narrowed, a process one might think to be horribly painful, but really, to Kurun, everything just felt weird. It was as if every part of his body was somehow melting as quickly as a slice of butter dropped into a hot pan, and then, thickening back up just a little bit. The entire process left him off balance and disoriented, but when he could clearly feel that his favorite body part was no longer dangling between his legs, he immediately tried to hop up off the couch and tackle Exile, only to find that his jeans were so baggy now that they fell to his ankles and tripped him up, right along with his boxers, now far too big for his trimmed waistline.
“Easy there!” Exile exclaimed, catching the newly feminized jaguar in his arms as she stumbled. The changes weren’t over yet, it seemed, as calling Kurun a jaguar was starting to become unfitting. “I know you were eager for me before, but I don’t think you’re quite used to that new body yet; certainly not enough to be trying to pounce me to the ground…not that you can anymore.”
The fact that Kurun’s tail was changing didn’t help his balance one bit. The long, narrow tail that he was so accustomed to shortened up a bit and suddenly plumed out, as long, soft fur grew right up from the roots and covered up what was once a clearly feline tail with a more canine one. The spots that covered up his body started to fade into the background of his fur, and then disappear entirely as a new coat of fur covered it up. He wanted to yell at Exile for what was happening, but before he could, his muzzle shifted, the bones within it becoming like putty and extending into a longer, narrower shape. His short, perfectly triangular ears each shot up suddenly, almost disproportionately large for his slowly shrinking head. As Exile saw the bigger picture, it was clear that this potion didn’t have any limits to what it could and couldn’t change. The tall, masculine jaguar that once made even Exile feel a bit miniscule was now shorter than him, his entire body changed into that of a lithe, feminine fennec fox. 
Now, Exile was on the attack.
“I don’t know where the hell you get off thinking that you can poison someone like this, Exile, but I’m not just gonna stand for it! I’m! I’m…damn it, what now?”
The sharp, trimmed claws of Kurun’s paws dug deep into Exile’s shirt, tearing into the fabric as the transformed fennec clung to her date like a child to their teddy bear on a stormy night. A sudden tightness was running through her stomach, much like a cramp from running while dehydrated, and yet, it wasn’t at all unpleasant. Having never dealt with having a female body before, Kurun was only just then making the rationalization that the potion had one more little side effect on him. 
This wasn’t a sensation he could ever know before, at least, not in this way.
He needed to be filled in a place he never could be before.
“Having second thoughts about running away, Kurun?” Exile taunted, knowing he was in full control now. “I had a feeling you might. Is there something you need me to do for you?”
Those tiny, dagger-like claws kept dragging in through Exile’s shirt, scraping fur and flesh now as Kurun gritted her fangs and winced her eyes closed tight. “You know damn well what I need you to do for me, Exile!”
“Actually, I don’t have a clue.”
“What?!”
“I’ve never used this potion on anyone else before, so I have no idea what the potion did or didn’t do to you, other than what I can see.  If there’s something you need, you’re just gonna have to tell me.”
Kurun knew that Exile was teasing her. She knew that he knew how shy she was feeling about suddenly being a woman, and while she was grateful that her pants had fallen off, making the next step a little easier for her, it certainly didn’t help how bashful she was feeling, and no doubt, it was a sensation she wasn’t used to in any form. “Exile…I want…no, I need you to…fuck me,” but Kurun could hardly finish the statement, her voice little more than a whimper as the potion continued assaulting her libido, but not giving her the courage the voice the same.
“Little louder, maybe?” Exile taunted, his fangs fully exposed now in a cheeky grin. 
“Fuck me, damn it!!”
It was almost too easy for Exile now, but he was having way too much fun with his transformed date to cut things even the littlest bit short. “I’m glad the potion has you ready to go at a moment’s notice, but who said I was ready?” he pointed out, giving Kurun a playful shove, but in her new form, the nudge was enough to knock the fennec back onto the couch. Already, a glistening dew of liquid arousal was forming on the petals of flesh that had grown between Kurun’s legs, but Exile had little care or concern of that. He was in control now, and he was going to reinforce that fact. “Besides, you’re in no position to be giving orders anymore, little vixen.”
Kurun didn’t want to go down without a fight, but the chemicals that had changed her body were still working within her, changing her brain and her drive as well, as the desires to dominate the huscoon she’d gone on a date with were starting to fade, no matter how desperately she clung to them. “You really think you’re in control, Exile?”
“I know I am,” he asserted, tugging the polo shirt that she’d torn to bits up over his head and tossing it carelessly aside. “I noticed how easily you went down from just a gentle shove. I hope you go down just as easily in another way.”
It was the huscoon’s turn to be a little bit cheesy with his words now, but Kurun couldn’t do anything about it, and in fact, she played right into it. Her entire being was overwhelmed with a need to have her pussy fucked and filled, and her every action would be dictated by means to that end, even if she had no idea that Huscoon had no intention to ever give in to that. “Well…I guess it would be a bit of a waste if I didn’t at least sample a taste of your cock before you put it to better use,” Kurun thought aloud, looking up at Exile with a pair of narrowed, alluring eyes, the kind that it seemed only a vixen could ever muster, the textbook definition of ‘bedroom eyes.’
Exile could have commanded her to strip his jeans away. He could have easily ordered her to go about it nice and slowly, making sure to take her time. He could even tease her a little bit longer, denying her access to his cock in any way, shape or form until she was aching with need.
What was more tempting than any of the above was to see how much of his length he could jam into that little fennec maw. “Get to it, then,” he ordered simply, quickly unclasping his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. The pair of red and white briefs that clung tight to his thighs and made a perfect outline of his sheath followed suit, teasing Kurun with the silhouette of what she really wanted for only a moment, before Exile tugged the whole arrangement down with just his thumb. Already, a pink, throbbing tip could be seen emerging from the fuzzy confines, and Kurun widened her eyes in delight as the tip grew, poking out further and further, inch by inch. Dominated already by the changes the potion made, and now by Exile’s demanding attitude, Kurun obeyed like the most well-trained of slaves and slipped off the couch, down to her knees in front of the huscoon. She took her time, perhaps betraying the notion that she was always dominant in her male form, and appreciated the genitals in front of her, letting the soft, dainty paws she’d been given by the potion roam around, brushing the inside of Exile’s muscular thighs, massaging a little tension out of them before she dipped them down and cupped his fuzz-covered sack, very gently playing with his orbs. 
“As you wish, Exile,” Kurun replied breathlessly, clearly broken down at this point and as pliable as putty in her date’s paws. Without a further order, Kurun opened up her smaller, narrow maw and took the tip of Exile’s cock in, sealing her lips around it and suckling upon just the very top of the length.  A light squeeze was added to the sensation as Kurun experimented with the soft, fuzzy sack in her paws, trying to find out exactly how Exile liked to be touched.
A paw came down swiftly upon the back of her head and pushed, forcing several more inches of hybrid canine cock into Kurun’s throat. “I said get to it, Kurun, not sample the goods. Don’t make me repeat myself again,” he warned, though his cautions came through gritted fangs as Kurun sucked tightly on the meat of his member, filling the huscoon with a pleasure unlike one he’d ever felt before from a blowjob. Kurun definitely knew what she was doing, and having such a tiny maw, it almost felt tighter than a tailhole to Exile as she struggled to take the added inches. Finding a use for those long, fuzzy ears took Exile no time at all, as his paws gripped down tight upon them and dug his claws in, holding Kurun right in place as his hips gave a bump forward, thrusting the head of his cock all the way in until he felt it poking the back of her throat.
“Mnnn! Rrrf!!” Kurun tried to cry out for a breather, but her cries were ignored, and inevitably, she gagged on the now fully erect length that filled her tiny maw. Saliva and spittle coated Exile’s cock as he drew it back and out of her abused mouth. “Ahh…haa…Exile! Are you trying to drown me or something?!”
“Of course not, little fennec. If I was, I would have left it in there. By the by, break time is over, and keep working on my sack. You’ve got some crafty little paws, Kurun.”
“Ulk!!” Kurun nearly choked again as Exile pressed his powerful length past a pair of closed lips and filled Kurun right back up, her maw full once again past the brim, but she was adapting quickly to the smaller mouth that the potion gave her. In her desperation for a release, the transformed fennec vixen released one of Exile’s testes and reached down between her legs, fumbling around at her vulva like the amateur she was, unable to really find the right place to stroke or rub to get real pleasure going, but just being touched between her legs was turning her on even more, and Exile reaped the rewards as the growing fire of arousal in Kurun made it that much easier for her to deep throat the full, pulsing huscoon cock in her maw. Much to his shock and delight, Exile watched and gasped as Kurun moved forward all on her own, pressing her cool, moist nose into his tummy as she went all the way down, her tongue even slipping out to tickle his sack as she held the whole of his length in her throat and swallowed around it with skillful muscles.
Exile clenched down tight on Kurun’s adorable ears, his claws digging in deep and only holding back for a fear of puncturing the thin, velvety flesh in his paws. He licked his lips as he watched, each swallow upon his length drawing out another moan from him as he struggled to remember the last time someone could get so far on his member. “Ooooh yes…that’s a bit more like it, Kurun! I just knew you’d melt down into a sweet little cocksucking slut with a little encouragement. I’ll have to make sure to dose you again later on and just blow my load down your throat then!”
Kurun couldn’t and wouldn’t object to the idea. In his normal form, he might protest, but physically changed by the potion and mentally broken by her date, the transformed fennec could only growl and rumble in agreeable delight around her mouthful of meat. She was so greatly enjoying her work that she started bobbing her head up and down, fucking her own throat with the majestic member that she was falling for as she finally started to get the hang of her lady bits, digging a pawtip into them for the moment and bouncing on her own paw as she suckled away. A quiet, needy whine broke through her maw as Exile pulled back on her ears and tugged them down, finally freeing his cock from its tight, warm confines and showing off the glistening length to his date. “Looks like you did a pretty good job of lubing it up for me, but I might add a little bit more, just to be safe…”
Just to be safe? Kurun thought. His transformation to a submissive female was so complete that he almost forgot he only had one hole to penetrate before, and with a quick push, Exile put Kurun flat on her back, and she immediately got the gist of what he meant. Kurun spread like butter for her date, paws slipping away from her labia and down to her tailhole, her tail flattening down to the floor to keep it out of the way. Smooth, curvy thighs spread wide as Kurun used her pawtips to stretch her tailhole open the best that she could, and Exile, enjoying the show the whole time, grabbed a bottle of lube from inside the nightstand, right beside the couch, and popped it open, holding the bottle up high and letting the slick fluid inside drip down in a slow, oozing stream, splattering right into the waiting tailhole of Kurun. The lube was cool, almost cold to the touch, making the fennec tense up a bit, but that tension started to fade as Exile shrugged his pants down and kicked them off, before kneeling down and letting the head of his cock rest in the tiny pool of lube that had formed on her tailhole. 
“No! Not there…I need it here…” Kurun pleaded, but the cries fell upon deaf ears. Even as she tried to emphasize her point and spread her arousal-soaked labia, Exile was already pressing the head of his cock into the virgin-tight grip of her tailhole. Kurun gritted her little fennec fangs and braced for pain, but all too greatly to her surprise, the bulk of it never came. 
Exile was dominant and controlling in his assault, but he had no intention to injure the poor little fennec. “You need to relax more, or it won’t be any good for either of us going further. Calm down and ease up a bit, Kurun.”
The words didn’t come across as a mere order, but as instructions for a submissive taking on a new role, and they worked quite well. Taking in a long, deep breath, Kurun tensed up one more time, and then exhaled, letting her tensions go with the air and sucking in another lungful immediately, as the faded tension let Exile push a full three more inches into her now deflowered tailhole. “EXILE!!” she howled in delight as her body finally relaxed enough to take the whole length of her huscoon lover, and despite all of her concerns, the mere hints of pain she felt were completely overshadowed by the elating pleasure of being filled.
“Ahhn…that’s the way, Kurun. Lay back and take that fucking cock, you little vixen bitch…” Huscoon growled in a low, satisfied moan. Now that his date was acclimated, he could treat her just as he wanted, and as far as he was concerned, she still needed to be put in her place for being so aggressive earlier in her male state. Towering over her smaller, weaker form, Exile threw his paws down to her shoulders and pinned her flat to the floor, not even giving her room to move as he started to pick up his pace, withdrawing his length, only to fill the fennec back up once more.
Kurun couldn’t budge her body, but her paws were still free to roam, and needing a release as badly as she did, her paws unconsciously went right to her slit, trying to finger-fuck herself to a quick and easy orgasm, but Exile would have none of it. Releasing her for only the briefest of moments, Exile grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, pinning them back up against the couch and effectively keeping her pinned in the same way as before. “Exile…please!! I need to cum, I need to so bad!”
No matter how hard she tried to wriggle free, she couldn’t escape Exile’s grasp, and the huscoon snarled in her face, reinforcing his position of dominance above her as her body shook with an unfulfilled need. The chemicals from the potion before made every nerve in her body cry out for a climax, and the need was only growing with each thrust into her tailhole. She tried again to get her paws free, but it was all in vain as Exile dug his claws into her wrists, leaving little divots under his clawtips in her flesh and making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 
Part of her wanted, no, needed to orgasm.
Part of her simply loved being so fully and completely dominated.
All of her was a sexually drunken mess as Exile pounded her tailhole even harder, and he had wants and needs of his own.
“This isn’t about what you need, Kurun, it’s about what I need, and I need a place to put my knot. Hope you don’t mind that I’ve already picked your tailhole…and ooooh, God…its coming fast!” Exile warned, as his whole tummy tensed with the prospect of impending release. His sack tightened up to his body as the bulbous flesh started peeking out of his sheathe, a sure sign that he was just on the brink of his orgasm. His breath, now raspy and uneven, was a string of moans as he tightened his grip on Kurun’s wrists and really laid into her, thrusting his cock in full bore with no concern for how sore the poor fennec would be the next day. She didn’t seem to mind even one bit, as her long, vixen tongue lolled out the side of her maw, painting her face as the imagine of a canine in pure bliss. The sound of Exile’s sack slapping against Kurun’s tight little rump started to fill the apartment as he fucked her harder and harder, drawing closer to that desperately needed moment.
“Exile, please…please!”
“Thought I told you, nngh…that this isn’t about your needs!”
“Please fill my tailhole…with that hot huscoon cum…”
Exile had driven her voice down in his dominance, making the last words come out as little more than a desperate whimper, but it was just what the huscoon needed to be pushed over the edge. He wanted to go a little longer, but he was already jackhammering the little fennec into the floor and had fucked her well into total submission. Why bother denying myself? He thought, as he pushed hard off of his knees, needing to lock his knot in place to get the most out of this romp that he could. 
“C’mon, big boy…get it in there!!”
Kurun was egging him on, begging constantly for her needs to be filled, even though she knew by now that the one need she truly had would go wanting for another day. The need to be truly taken, however, was moments from being filled as the transformed fennec gasped, feeling pain again for the first time since Exile penetrated her initially.
Thick, bulbous and throbbing, the knot at the base of Exile’s length finally started to spread the tight little tailhole of his date open, but now, there was no time to relax, as the canine side of Exile’s heritage was taking over, and he needed to tie with Kurun, the sooner the better. Squeaking out a silent, shrill cry of pain, Kurun did her best to accommodate her lover and spread her legs wider so that she could finally feel the sensation of being properly knotted. Inch by growing, pulsing inch, from the thinnest part near the top to the thickest part in the middle, and finally, back down to the base, a series of short, choppy thrusts broke Kurun completely, and with a delicious little pop, Exile finally struck gold and let out a desperate moan of relief.
“Yeeeeeees!! That’s it, Kurun, I’m gonna cum! Fuck yes!!” Exile called out, moaning in such delight it could make a hooker blush as Kurun simply took his cock the best that she could, bucking her supple ass back against her dominant lover. The fiery pain she felt from being so heavily stretched was doused by the thick, sticky strands of cum that started bursting from the tip of Exile’s length inside of her, filling the already over-capacity tailhole with a bountiful load of tasty seed. Affectionately, Kurun leaned up as far as she could and licked the underside of Exile’s neck, thanking her lover for finally granting her the load of cum she so desperately desired.
Locked into a tie now, Exile finally released Kurun from his clutches and looked upon her body, glistening with sweat and a small trail of drool running down the side of her cheek. Excess cum started to seep from her tailhole in a gentle trickle, making her cheeks flush, even in light of what they’d just done. “Think there’s any chance that you’ll finally give me my release?” she asked, still a bit breathless at the pleasure that she’d been granted from her first tailhole fucking.
Exile shook his head slowly with a kindly grin. “Not this time, I’m afraid, but perhaps we can save that for our next date?”
“Do you have any more of that potion, by chance?”
Exile nodded.
“Well then…” Kurun paused, feeling each and every pulse of Exile’s cock throbbing inside of her, pumping her with a fresh shot of seed each and every time it did. She could get used to a treatment like this.
“It’s a date, huscoon.”
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A ruckus that would likely get a noise violation called on the room party at a convention a few months later was starting to build, as friends old and new from near and far gathered in the deluxe suite on the sixth floor of a downtown hotel.
“So, how did your date go? Find a good use for that stuff I gave you?”
Nbowa was chatting up Exile at the end of a long day of panels and games, sipping a beer and relaxing in the kitchen next to him. All sorts of their friends made it out to the hotel that year, and not surprisingly, a drunken Joshiah had stumbled his way into the party as well.
“Worked like a charm. How did you know that it would get the desired effect?” Exile asked, not going too far into greater detail.
The lion chuckled and shrugged. “I didn’t, to be honest with you. The guy who gave it to me just told me that it would probably have an effect that we would both like.”
Exile raised a brow. “Well, who gave it to you?”
The person guilty of that was leaning into the fridge with his tail firmly planted down, for good measure, and the black and orange striped canine came up with a bottle of unlabeled beer. “He did,” Nbowa said, pointing Joshiah out.
“Oooooh heeeeeey, guys! Been abusing the Prebudila, if my ears are correct? Guess I shouldn’t have given you so much of it after all,” he said, popping the top off of the beer and taking a sip.
“Says the guy who gave it to us,” Huscoon mocked him.
“Lighten up, I was just kidding,” he replied, as he took another gulp of the beer. “…Waitaminute. Exile…Nbowa…what the hell kind of beer is this?”
Every pair of ears in the party turned to face Joshiah, and every muzzle suddenly had a fang-filled grin upon it as Exile and Nbowa chuckled under their breath.
“…You didn’t…”
Karma, it seemed, was about to come back around on the author for being a little late on his work.