Three Day Weekend — By Auxetophone
--- Saturday had finally arrived, which meant Faustus was able to close up shop and head down to the flea market to find any unusual trinkets and/or artifacts to sell. Usually the raccoon would have his boyfriend, Monty, come along and help carry anything heavy, but he was out of town until Sunday afternoon on a house-call on some farm experiencing numerous mechanical issues. Unfortunately, Faustus couldn't walk away with too much today. Wandering the stalls, not much grabbed his attention. Sure, a vendor or two had statues with menacing auras and specimen jars of exotic import, but nothing he didn't already have or may have been of dubious authenticity. However, one stall found his wandering eye and drew him in instantly. The owner was a small, old possum with tiny eyes magnified by immeasurably thick spectacles, his suit looked as if he'd owned it since he was about Faustus' age; perpetually stuck in the 1870s, complete with a dusty old frock and a derby with a hole worn straight through the brim, cocked to the side. Faustus's gaze moved from the old man, and down to the old box in the center of the table. Without hesitation he picked it up and looked at it all over, “What... have we here...?” Faustus asked, entranced by the intricate carvings and inlaid designs covering the entirety of the vessel. The old man met his gaze, “Ah... I recently came into possession of that box after the previous owner sold it to me for a half dollar. He was strapped for cash, you see. He purchased it many years ago, but was never able to unlock it, no key or anything; he figured he was scammed. He was a gambler, after all, so he was susceptible to those sorts of things. He said it contains an item of great transformative properties, but I haven't been able to open it myself. However, I don't believe he was duped.” He paused, gave a quick cough to the side and continued. “I think it does, indeed, contain something powerful. Interested?” Faustus continued looking the box over, feeling the heft and sloshing within. There's obviously something in there, surely. “You know what, nothing else has caught my eye all day, but you've sold me. I think I'll take it. Will four bucks do it?” The old possum thought it over for a moment and agreed, “You've got a deal! I hope you can manage to get that sucker open, boy, it just might be worth it!” Faustus gave him a hearty “Thanks!” and made way for the shop. Harland and Sons Curios, once belonging to B. R. Harland, inherited by Faustus upon his death, is a building of indeterminable age. The aging facade has a homely, yet mysterious feel to it. Customers could feel at ease while shopping within its walls, but one never knows what they may encounter within. Because it's Saturday, the shop is closed for the weekend, and with Monty gone until tomorrow, he had the place to himself. He locked the front door behind him, walked up the stairs into the store's second floor and up the second set of stairs into the apartment on the top floor. Since moving in, Monty and Faustus have made the space cozier than any flat or boarding house they've lived in before. Two bedrooms, a roomy bathroom, a parlor, kitchen, dining room, and work area (technically part of the dining room); this place was perfectly suited to their needs. Faustus set the box down on the workbench, hung his jacket up, tucked his tie into his shirt to keep it out of the way, and rifled through one of the drawers for his lock-picking kit. There hasn't been a box yet that he hasn't been able to unlock, but this box proved a bit of a challenge, giving resistance at every turn. It took quite a bit longer than he thought, but eventually he heard a satisfying click as the lock began to turn. Faustus carefully opened the lid, hoping that the, probably liquid, contents were not just loose inside. Luckily, within a nicely green felted interior, was a glass jar full of an electric blue, viscous liquid. The jar, strangely, was smaller than the recess built into the box. “Perhaps the original jar was damaged at some point?” Faustus wondered aloud. Conveniently, the jar was not corked and sealed in wax or expertly crafted from a single piece of glass (like some of the many jars he's encountered), this jar merely unscrewed. Faustus stood up to retrieve a large syringe and a conical flask, siphoned off a decent amount of the liquid and fed it into the flask. He walked over to the large cabinet in the corner of the room containing all manner of potion, antidote, medicine, and herb to locate a few items that may aid in determining if this fluid may be poisonous, of magical origin, or just some kid's science project. Using a handy chart he can determine the kind of substance he's working with based on color changes. This way he can tell if it's safe for consumption or not, if it can cause skin irritation, or what-have-you. Testing for effects is another matter entirely, but Faustus knows, at least via rumor, that the effect is transformative in some manner, but that could have a whole host of problems. When Monty returns they'll have to do some controlled testing, for now he needs to know if it's safe. Faustus took a seat back at the bench, and scooted his chair forward. Like clockwork he added a few drops of this, one drop of that, a smidge of this, that, and another thing, and swirled the flask in one hand. It all happened so fast, one wouldn't know exactly what he was up to or would do next. After around five minutes of swirling, the blue turned to a brilliant green, signifying that this ooze was safe for consumption, or perhaps topical applications. Delighted by this result, Faustus went to look for his notebook so he could record the results and label the jar . He haphazardly placed the flask down on the bench, and stood up very suddenly and in doing so, bumped the table and knocked the flask over, spilling it into his lap. His trousers, now soaked through with the apparently magic fluid, and the floor covered with shards of glass. Faustus quickly retrieved a dustpan and cleared the mess, and mopped the rest up. “God damn it, at least these are my Saturday pants, I guess?” he muttered to himself. Faustus started to feel a tingling sensation in his legs, almost forgetting he was a mess, too, and decided this was an excellent time to disrobe and shower. “I hope I haven't let this shit set too long, maybe I can wash it off.” Faustus went into the bedroom, quickly removed his boots and tossed his trousers haphazardly into a corner, and after removing his various dressings, he sauntered fully nude to the bathroom. He was so happy it was the beginning of May, and not the middle of February, as cold bathroom tile is hell on his sensitive raccoon paws. The shower warmed up quickly, and he hopped in. Comfortable warm water drenched his fur as he tried to scrub the potion off his thighs and calves, while realizing it's also all over his crotch, too, covering both his cocks. He noticed a warmth growing inside him as his cocks both slowly became hard. The arousal, seemingly out of nowhere, beckoned to him, but he resisted the urge to give in to temptation, he had far too much to tend to that day. Faustus finished up showering, stepped out, and toweled off. He would have been ready to head back to his room, but he suddenly felt faint. He took a seat on the toilet to steady himself before standing back up. “Okay, I guess I don't have anything too pressing to attend to, considering my state.” He was still very erect, but he now felt too tired to even want to jack off. So, he headed for the bedroom where he decided a quick 4pm nap was in order, “Maybe I'll take care of you two after,” he thought to himself, gazing upon his dual members, “then I can get back to business.” He climbed into bed, still nude, cozy with the feeling of cool bed sheets against his fur. Faustus drifted off to sleep faster than normal, unaware of the surprises the potion had in store for him. --- Faustus found himself in the living room of his flat, sitting nude on the davenport. His vision was a bit hazy, and he couldn't quite make out the time of day. Looking down, both of his cocks seemed about twice as big as normal. They were in a state of half arousal, so he did what anyone would do and reached down to grab a shaft, and upon doing so felt a great jolt of pleasure. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, basking in the feeling. As he opened his eyes back up he was no longer in his living room, but instead, in the shop downstairs. There were a few customers browsing, maybe three or four, but a haze over the space made it difficult to tell. Standing behind the register he could tell something was wrong, it felt a little too breezy for being in the store. Slowly, he looked down to find himself still nude, and right in the middle of his shift! His cocks were now three times their usual length, and growing more erect by the second. In a panic he tried maneuvering towards some exit without being noticed, as hard as it was with two growing members between his legs. A customer noticed him, smiled and waved as if nothing unusual was unfolding before them. Were Faustus lucid, he'd realize it was a dream, of course, and cease panicking. However, he continued trying to cover his twin cannons, quite pathetically, with his hands as he ran upstairs to the flat. The trip up the stairs was sluggish and grueling, as if trudging through a mile of molasses. When he finally managed to make his way to the top, he opened the door and walked straight into his own bedroom, rather than the hall like it normally would. Without hesitation Faustus looked in the mirror to see his cocks, now just inches above his ankles, dangling between his legs. But what's this? He took a closer look and saw that at the base the two appendages appeared to be merging together! This was cause enough for Faustus to become more aroused, the dual fusing cocks just barely rising up with each twitch, the weight preventing them from rising too high. He turned around to find a chair to sit in, only to find the davenport behind him. He was inexplicably back in the living room and took a seat without hesitation. The room had an orange glow about it, as if it were sunset, and it seemed as if it was getting brighter. Looking back at his genitals, the cocks were now just about one, huge cock stretching down to meet his paws. Lifting the thick trunk of a phallus, he could see he still had two urethras at the end; the transformation very nearly complete. Holding this leg-thick organ drove him wild with anticipation as he shivered and began to furiously stroke the thing to the best of his ability, the head disappearing beneath his foreskin with each stroke, eventually revealing a singular urethra as the transformation continued. Pleasure surged through his whole body from his “third leg” as he could feel an orgasm welling from deep inside. Faustus yearned for release, but as climax felt so close, the orange light filling the room reached its zenith, the blinding light was intense enough to wake Faustus with a jolt. --- The room was still daylight, mid-afternoon, despite feeling like he'd been asleep for ages. No wonder he felt blinded in his dream, the curtains weren't closed all the way. He still felt as if his massive dream cock hung heavy between his legs, perhaps he was still groggy after that nap. Faustus grabbed the clock off his nightstand and realized it's well past three in the afternoon! He almost slept 24 hours! He spied today's paper on the nightstand, the Sunday edition, most assuredly left there by Monty as he arrived home while also courteously letting Faustus continue his (unusually long) rest, bless his heart. He suddenly felt his stomach rumble, realizing he hadn't eaten since he was at the flea market. He definitely had to get out of bed immediately, so the raccoon swiveled to the side to step out and set his paws down on the floor, one after the other: one, two... three? Wait a second. Faustus furled his eyebrows in confusion and looked down in surprise as he spied an extra paw right between his other two! Upon closer inspection, they'd each gained an extra toe for a total of 18 toes between the three of them. He wiggled them all successfully, sending a tingle up his spine. He then noticed that he now also sported two cocks either side of the middle. He now had four cocks he could feel blood rushing into with arousal. He just had to get a better look at his new form, so he tried to take his first steps: right foot out first, followed by the middle, then, of course, the left. This didn't feel exactly right, maybe he was thinking about walking a little too hard? Without trying to think about it too much he started walking, stepping forth with the middle foot this time, then the right and left together, slightly out of sync with each other, which felt more natural. He did this middle, right/left series of steps over to the ornate mirror in the corner of the room to look himself over. Sure enough, he had three equally sized legs, and four total cocks. Faustus spun around on his middle foot to look around the back and sure enough, three ass cheeks and, lifting his two tails to more easily spread the outer-most cheeks with his hands, an anus between them for a total of two. His four uncut cocks were now fully erect, twitching for attention. They were slightly larger than his usual seven inches, as he was now at a good, round nine inches across the board. Before he could even reach over to touch them he heard a voice call out to him, “Faustus? Are you up? I can hear the floorboards creaking in there!” Shit! Monty! Faustus completely forgot about him! Quickly, he grabbed his robe from the coat rack, slipped it on and tied it off. Quietly, he opened the door to peer out, the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen smacking him in the face, causing his stomach to rumble again. He snuck out of the door meekly, and quickly hobbled over, already used to the strange three-legged walking pattern, and sat down at the dining table before his full form could be spotted. A pot of tea was already waiting for him, so he poured up a cup and downed it almost immediately, calming him somewhat. The seven foot tall werewolf in the kitchen suddenly turned to look over at Faustus, “Hey! I saw your door was closed when I got home, so I assumed you had a long night. I figured this would be about breakfast time for you, if you stayed up as late as I think you did.” Monty winked at Faustus when he said that, assuming he was even conscious at all in the last 23 hours. Monty, the sweetheart, brought the plate of eggs, bacon, and two diagonally sliced pieces of toast with jam and set them in front of Faustus. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Faustus gave a half-hearted chuckle. He glanced up and met his partner’s gaze. God, you could just feel the love emanating from those cute puppy dog eyes. Faustus sighed, “It's so good to see you again,” he smiled, “thanks so much for making breakfast, you're so sweet. One of the many reasons I love you. To be perfectly honest, I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon.” Monty looked shocked as he continued. “See, I picked up that potion over there at the market,” he used a slice of toast to motion over at the still open jar on workbench not far from the table before jamming it into his mouth, “and I akshident'lly shpilled it all over myshelf.” Faustus swallowed. “Just about knocked me out cold until just about five minutes ago, to be perfectly honest.” He shoveled eggs into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in weeks, barely even registering the flavor. “I hope it's nothing to worry about, right?” Monty replied, raising one eyebrow. Faustus paused for a moment, wiped his mouth of any crumbs, then stood up slowly. “Well, not if you think this is worrisome.” he said as he walked around the table. Monty could hear the soft padding of the raccoon's feet, but it sounded like there were more steps than he usually expected, especially given the moderate speed with which he was moving. Faustus came into full view, and Monty's gaze slowly followed his body from his head, down his robed chest, right to the hem of the robe just below the knees, before finally spotting three calves where he usually expected only two. Monty leaned forward, squinting slightly, “Worrisome?” he paused before his eyes widened with excitement, “I'd say an entirely new appendage is far from worrisome, it's far more interesting than anything I did this week! Is that all?” he cocked his head to one side. “Definitely not,” Faustus replied as he began to untie his robe, he opened it and dropped the shoulders down to his elbows, displaying his array of cocks, “there's way more”. Monty's eyes widened as slowly stood up, “Now that is exciting! How does it feel?” He took a few steps closer, and squatted down to eye level with Faustus' still very-aroused dicks. “I've never felt hornier in my life. I think this warrants some research, to test the potion's effects, of course. Do you want to help me out?” Faustus stared down at Monty with a very knowing glance, eyebrows raised as he dropped the robe to the floor. Monty looked away from Faustus and back at the row of dicks in front of him, traced a single finger from the underside of the right-most cock at its base and slowly dragged his digit to the front, causing all four dicks to twitch almost in unison. “Absolutely, I can do just that!” Monty exclaimed as he stood back up. He immediately picked Faustus up in his arms and took him into the parlor to set him lying on his back on the davenport, legs dangling over the arm. Monty picked up the middle, already naturally sensitive raccoon paw and began touching it all over, sending shivers up Faustus' spine, making his quad cocks violently twitch. “Six toes, interesting. I suppose this potion duplicates limbs, but not necessarily by doubling them. Hm. But is it as real as normal flesh and bone? What about the scent?” Monty pressed his sensitive snout to the sole and gave it a good whiff, followed by a gasp as he felt Faustus' other two feet begin fondling and rubbing against his already growing bulge. He gave the paw a good lick, heel to toe, sending another jolt through Faustus' body, shivering the whole way through. “O-okay! I t-think that's e-enough studying m-m-my paws fo-oH!” Faustus cried in the middle of his thought as Monty gave his paw another warm lick, cocks twitching at random. Gasping, he tried to continue his thought, “O-okay, th-that's enough foot stuff for now, big boy,” Monty kept prodding his paw, so Faustus snatched his foot back before continuing, “perhaps we sh-should move on to the genital region and test their functionality, hm?” Without a word, Monty nodded, and walked around to the front of the couch, where Faustus swiveled to meet his gaze, planting his three feet upon the rug covered floor. Monty began to unbutton his trousers, exposing his now erect wolf cock, pink and glistening in the soft, curtain diffused sunlight, a small trail of precum dangling from the tip. He knelt in front of Faustus, and buried his snout deep in-between the two cocks in his left crotch and took a deep sniff, “Smells as I expect, but what of the other pair?” he said as he maneuvered past the middle leg and into the right crotch, sniffing the space betwixt the cocks. “Oh yeah, perfect match, but I think a taste test is in order, don't you think?” Faustus nodded very quickly, hands covering his snout as his body continued to shiver in anticipation. Monty returned to the left crotch, focused on the right cock and gave it a good lick, base to head before plunging it straight into his maw. He began sucking, slowly at first, causing Faustus to unintentionally clench his legs together, squishing Monty's face a bit. “Sorry!” Faustus blurted out as he tried to relax again. “I think the potion made them way more sensitive!” Monty, completely unbothered, released the phallus and started to say something, probably about trying the other side, but Faustus didn't want it, so he used his left leg and pulled him right back, this time around both cocks. Monty took the hint and reached his left hand around Faustus' middle leg and grasped the right crotch's left cock and started pumping while continuing to work the other cocks with his mouth. Faustus let out a moan and grabbed the cushions of the davenport as he tilted his head back. His 18 toes curling, as he squirmed in his seat, he used his two free feet to start rubbing up and down Monty's massive member. Monty let out a deep moan of his own, vibrating against the cocks, swirling his tongue in-between them. Faustus, unable to take it anymore, grasped his right-most cock and began jacking it, increasing his pleasure to his maximum. Two cocks? It's been normal for Faustus for many years, but to experience four of them being pleasured at once sent him beyond anything he's felt before, especially with the increased sensitivity from the potion. As his paws furiously worked Monty's cock, he could feel the knot slowly coming forth from his sheath. Faustus could feel the swirling of Monty's adept tongue around his cock heads, while still tugging at the cock in his left hand, all synchronized in a beautiful sort of dance. He could feel himself getting close with Monty's expert techniques working him to climax, so he began jacking off faster in an attempt to get all four cocks to cum at the same time, he absolutely had to experience it immediately. Monty took notice and used his hand to go faster and catch up. One-by-one, an orgasm began welling up in each cock, first the two in Monty's mouth, then the one in his hand, and then the one in Faustus' right hand. In exactly that order they began to erupt, like stroking the keys of a piano from end to the other. Cum blasted straight into the wolf's mouth out of both dicks, and then the ones in each of their hands. Spurt after spurt, two ropes flew straight into the air, landing right onto Faustus' abdomen, miraculously leaving the davenport untouched. Monty came back up from the cocks he's become intimately familiar with, visibly swallowed, and tried to catch his breath. Faustus released him from his left leg's grip and plunged it straight down to the still aroused wolf cock and began stroking it with all three feet, surprising the wolf, sending him backwards to lean on his hands. Faustus expertly worked his cock as if he's done this a million times, rubbing the wolf's cock all over, up and down, exploring the entirety of its length, and prodding his fat sheath with the occasional toe. “A good boy deserves a reward for his service, right?” Faustus teased as he began rubbing his left and right feet on the outer sides of the wolf's dick, using the middle foot to work the head, drawing another deep moan out of Monty's throat. Faustus could feel every twitch of his cock, and worked his paws even faster until he sent the wolf over the edge, shooting his load directly under the couch and onto the bare, wood floor. Once again, the davenport and rug have been miraculously spared. Monty fell on his back, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he furiously panted, Faustus' legs relaxed as he slumped back in his seat, the two absolutely spent. Faustus looked down at the overgrown canine, “Thanks so much for that, Monty... damn...” Monty slowly raised a thumbs up before his arm slammed back down on the floor, still panting heavily. After a good while spent in the afterglow, rubbing his three thighs up and down and more clearly analyzing his transfigured body with a now clear mind, Faustus decided to get up and walk over to the Victor III to wind it up. He opened the record cabinet to make a music selection, but nothing seemed to jump out at him. Monty rolled over to look at Faustus, really only seeing his double tails behind him as he perused the records, “That was incredible, I never realized having three legs could have so many possibilities. I'm not even a foot guy, but that was some great work,” he paused before continuing, perhaps a little sheepishly, “do you think I can try some of that potion, too?” Faustus quickly looked back at his boyfriend with a gleam in his eyes, “Oh, absolutely. I know exactly what we can try next.” Faustus raised both his tails and spread his cheeks, showing off his dual holes, giving Monty a sly wink. He knew exactly where Faustus was going with this. The two silently agreed the store could handle being closed an extra day, everyone needs a three day weekend every now and then, right?