One thing that Kiba learned as he was practically entombed in latex and floated around for a week and a half was that time could really fly. The difficulty lay within the mind-numbing orgasms that pulsed through his nethers with the ferocity of a herd of stampeding wildebeests. Despite their seeming randomness, both in timing an in quantity, the sensation was easily enough to rob the raccoon of any thoughts other than lust. For all he could tell each one rocked his body in an entirely different way with each occurrence; several days in, Kiba could at least differentiate which ones felt akin to releasing for the very first time and which were reminiscent of holding back a masculine explosion after several attempts at edging.

Needless to say, while This newfound connoisseurship of ejaculations was something with which to pass the time, the poor captive wanted to keep his mind off of his floating fate for as much as possible. If Kiba held his head up high enough he could at least ignore his balloon-like girth. Thanks to his arms being bloated by so much liquid rubber both on his fur and within his body, the air that gusted underneath his wingspan at least let him imagine that he was soaring along. The sensation at least allowed him to be oblivious to the wanton transformations he was facilitating below.

The orb, however, far was more pleased with the process. Having the raccoon in its unyielding grip was speeding up its own agenda by a large margin. Kiba's balls were certainly plentiful before, but the long week had given the sentient blob more than enough time to readjust his toy's internal capacity to twice of its expected  load. Given that the bandit-masked one's own sack was currently as hefty as a riding mower, it was no surprise that every spurt, forced or otherwise, rubberized dozens of people with each blast. And, with Kiba's home town finally converted in full to denizens more focused solely on rubbing against each other and engaging in their most desired fetishes, it was about time to travel north along the countless rows of houses towards the city.

Before taking on such a massive task, with hundreds of thousands of potential conversions to latex sex-crazed fiends, the orb hovered them both over an inactive industrial chimney on a manufacturing plant. May as well get training and further indoctrination in at the same time, after all.

"You've been surprisingly well-behaved," the rubber sphere rumbled. Kiba still couldn't figure out if it spoke aloud or just through to him, but it wouldn't matter either way. If anyone was within the vicinity to hear what the orb slipped out they were already preoccupied either by his load splashing down upon them, or being intimately acquainted with someone else who was recently anointed with such. "Let's see how big of a tool you actually have."

On Kiba's part, at least his struggling now was primarily due to the strain of rapturous orgasms as opposed to escape. The last attempt he tried to make four days prior did not go as planned; as a repercussion, the sphere felt it best to halt the raccoon's releases of cream (but not production), send an excess of latex right through the slit of his cock, and relentlessly massage an vibrate every bit of his urethra. As his shaft lengthened in response, the orb purposefully rocked it upwards until it caused a massive crease along the ringtail's belly as the tip was forcefully lodged within Kiba's maw and sealed there with ebony rubber. With all of the elements finally aligned, the orb let his tool resume his usual orgasms, only with the slight change that the hour's worth of backed-up seed needed somewhere to go.

Kiba's belly certainly sufficed, and it groaned and struggled to keep up with the absolutely torrential flow that constantly rushed in. His batter left no square millimeter within his mouth or throat uncoated, and any his hums of protestation were soon drowned out by fierce rumbles. Whether or not they were from Kiba enjoying the sensation of raging rapids of cum, or just vibrations from the act itself, was hard to tell.

So, as the sentient glob held Kiba right in place over the chimney, the flare of his onyx staff dripping both latex and precum down the 65 feet of brick, resistance was the last thing to come to mind. Not again, especially since he could just as easily be dropped down this hole to a quick end. At least the aftermath from the last time was being forced to jizz out three swimming pools worth of the bisque he fired deep into his belly.

Maybe the orb being freely able to alter the raccoon's physiology was not quite the blessing he originally thought.

However, just as the ring of his flared edge nipped up against the top of the chimney and started slipping into the darkness within, Kiba's captor held up for a moment. The fun had barely started as the sphere quickly soared upward, extracting his bandit-masked tool from the concrete tube. A thick solution of Kiba's cum and rubber, pearlescent in color and looking as thick as tar, reached upward into the sky trailing along his immense cock as the duo flew off. 

"Something important just came up. Start crying about my making your fuzzy gray balls blue and I'll really give you reason to complain." Looks like the rubber menace was in a mood again. From his intonation, though, Kiba wasn't detecting the usual amount of haughtiness; there really did seem to be an issue.

Half a minute later of soaring through the air over the industrialized area below, they both arrived at the outskirts of another standard suburb that lay outside of the city. The raccoon had lost his sense of direction since they first started moving this morning, but even as he gazed upon the ground he could tell that they were somewhat familiar. At least, as familiar as could be recognized from his bird's-eye view.

They both hovered about 30 feet away from a collapsed figure in the middle of the road. The latex sphere ceased its movement as it stood as still as could be in the air, with the rest of the raccoon and his bloated body trapped mostly within, as rotund as a bedroom and looking more like a weather balloon in girth than anything else. "Tell me," the orb stated in almost a hushed tone, "what do you see here that's wrong?"

As he gazed upon the scene, Kiba tried to look for anything amiss; the neighborhood itself looked as if he just passed through, given the enormity of his cream plastering the asphalt, greenery, and homes. Despite the absolute mess, though, he hadn't recalled anyone actually being injured by any of his outbursts before, even not when he started spraying all around like a few fire hydrants let loose on a sweltering summer day. 

"I've never hurt anyone so far, am I right?" 

The orb mused for a moment. "Save for some scraped elbows and knees, not in the slightest. Even still, once they're latexified none of those would even matter in the slightest. Good call." 

Praise from his torturer? Kiba barely had the time to let that thought sink in before he felt another orgasm jolt out from between his legs, rocking his astronomical globes down there to smoosh into his legs.

"Take a closer look, too. As we approach, see how his skin looks absolutely fine, yet it has the color of an oil slick?" The sphere was absolutely right, and the outer layer of the figure was definitely strange. Everyone else whom Kiba had converted earlier had more of a blue tint to their latex after the process was complete. 

As soon as he noticed that massive tail move, however, Kiba's lungs let out a gigantic gasp. That wasn't the only thing that was particularly out-of-sorts about this thing on the ground. It was hard to make out, but he could have sworn he saw a very distinct marking along the underside of the tail, from tip to the very base. It was lighter in hue, closer to an ashy gray, and while the color may have been off there was just too much familiarity associated with it. "Did you see that? Was that an...arrow...leading down between its asscheeks?"

The sphere moved around slightly, waiting for another flick of the tail. "Yes, you're right about that. Why would that matter any, unless you want to jizz for me some more? You biological things and your kinks..."

"No, no, that's not it at all," Kiba protested, not letting his eyes wander from the form on the ground. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that was my friend, Javeloz."

By now, the rubber orb would usually fire back with a cruel comment, or at least some sentiment of disinterest about Kiba's past life and all. Even though it was a few seconds, the absence of the globe's wit was not exactly putting Kiba at any sort of ease.

"If that's true, then you're not the only one with a 'friend' here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kiba was perplexed, his head tilting to the side as his cock throbbed massively again for another unintended spurt.

"What I mean is that you should jerk yourself up, drown that think in a lake of your cum, and move on as quickly as possible." The orb took on a more stressed tone, and quickly soared forward to at least take advantage of Javeloz being prone and defenseless. With just the right timing Kiba would burst without an issue, coat him thoroughly, and everything should be fine. 

By the time the stream of raccoon batter started to downpour over the figure on the ground, the two of them were just too late. Just as the torrent of viscous seed was about to land on the oily body, all of it splashed away off of the figure, as if it collided with a dome instead. The creamy lake started to pool all around Javeloz, but everything else within a ten foot radius around him was as dry as a desert and looking not a bit worse for the wear.

"You're a bit too late." Kiba's ears twitched at the voice, sounding like his friend in one respect, but as if filtered through a feminine filter. he and his gooey compatriot stared along the ground as Javeloz started to get up off of the ground. When he was laying down before, he looked more non-descript as usual, just being jet black overall; once he stood up on all four of his feral legs, though, he started to drip all about as if made entirely of goo. The scant bits of ashen color dripped away until two massive structures exploded off of Javeloz's back and unfurled. His two wings stretched in all directions out of nothingness, and the azure huge that adorned his talons and the various tigeresque stripes that adorned his legs and muzzle started to fade back in. The massive dragon, at least the size of a limousine in length, roared with conviction as he slid one of his front paws along his chest. With a swipe he flung a massive glob of rubber onto the road, letting the daylight sparkle off of the massive rose-colored gem along his chest.

Watching the event was one thing, but Kiba certainly wasn't expecting the electric shock to burst through his shat. Everywhere from his tip to the very base of his balls rocked about as if he was firing off a load that was a year in the making; if he could, he would have gripped onto anything within arm's reach in order to take his mind off of the pain. 

"Keep calm," the orb yelled in the ringtail's ears. "If I don't let you have more control over yourself in the next minute we're both as good as dead." Sure enough, the pain slipped away shortly thereafter, but for a moment Kiba could have sworn that the entirety of his insides was filling up with rubber. He certainly was right, since the orb took the opportunity of using all of that pain to stretch his poor tailhole as wide as can be and shove several tendrils of gooey latex within, also offering the same straight down his maw. As he watched his friend starting to wake up below, almost every ounce of his being felt as if it was filling with something; it had the searing heat of his cum, boiling around and just desiring to be let out , but it felt even heftier than from his last, massive transgression.

At least the cooling sensation was quite nice. The black rubber that covered the majority of Kiba's body, wrapping him up and dragging him along wherever his sentient orb desired, started to ripple and bubble slightly along the outside. It felt strange, especially when it started to pulsated and massage all about Kiba's bloated form as if massaging him down to his very last atom.

"Dare I ask about that gem, before we're rudely interrupted?" The orb was completely serious now, any animosity normally reserved for his furry, cumming instrument reserved elsewhere.

Kiba panted for a moment, "Aside from being massive and feral, Javeloz's shadow diamond up there increases his magical potential something fierce."

"All I can hope for," the orb let the rubber around and within Kiba churn about, as violently as the bubbles in a hot tub, "is that I made a good choice. But, magic...this is not going to be a walk in the park."

The gooey black sphere's point easily hit home once Javeloz stood up in full. Before any of this latexification began, Kiba could have sworn that the current size of his balls would have been comparable to the dragon's. But, just as he had been enhanced, the ebony dragon sported a sack that was the size of a garage, and sloshed about so readily that it could be heard from twenty feet all around. His sheath was a good four feet long, but it didn't matter much; the rest of the onyxian beast was fully out and hard, swaying about with ease. It was as long as he was, just as electric blue at the knot that adorned the base and fading to jet black at the tip. It was so immense that they both wagered that if Javeloz lifted his front right leg and swung it at the nearby Tudor-style home, he could level it in a single blow.

"It figures that you'd choose a furry little dinghy, Sola, whereas I picked up this gorgeous, powerful yacht!" The feminine Javeloz bellowed out from the ground, before the protective sphere around him broke in a rainbow-esque flash. With a leap and a few flaps of his massive wings that could span nearly a quarter of the block, the dragon ascended into the air until he could easily glare at both Kiba and his captor.

Sola, holding fast and firm onto his raccoon and the massive tool he sported, hovered right in place, not giving the dragon the satisfaction of a single inch of additional room. "You're always been a pain in the figurative ass, Adail. I'll have you know this diminutive thing quite enjoys a cock as big as he is. Are you sure yours can even fly with that thing attached to his crotch?" He did have a point; Javeloz was as long as a house, and it would take a lot of energy to keep him upright and flying about as he dripped multicolored goo towards the ground below.

"At least we were going for a subtle takeover, you showboat." Adail was certainly not pleased, and her feminine voice started to drown out Javeloz's as she wrenched more control over his body. "You're the moron who went all out in some random suburb to start. Why'd you have to interrupt us when all we wanted was to lay low, have some government-types nab us, and then we could wreck them at the heart of one of their operations, if not their home base?"

Without giving them time to react, Sola quickly rushed backwards with his instrument, starting to gain some altitude. "Probably because being a backstabber always came naturally to you, but not necessarily brains."

Kiba trailed an immense amount of alabaster cum all through the air, intermixing with the clouds as he and Sola rushed upwards for what could have very well been the last second of privacy they were about to have. "Listen," Sola practically commanded, "use your brain to do whatever you can, use your dick to take care of them both. I haven't stretched you out like she has he, sadly, so you're going to have to make do. Fire away and don't stop, PERIOD."

Before the raccoon could get a word in edgewise, Sola slipped a mask right above his maw. At least he found breathing to be as easy as if he were standing with his paws on the ground, and the goo that slipped down his throat felt as if his balls were bubbling about from within like water on boil, already plastering the pristine cerulean sky with his frosting. Soon enough Javeloz broke through the cloudbank as well and was nearly upon them both as the chase began.

Without that much in terms of firepower, the raccoon had to make do with whatever was in his arsenal. As he sped through the sky the force of the air upon his body shoved his cock downward, pressing heavily along his rotund, fertile masses below. The additional pressure caused him to yelp in surprise upon the initial strike, but all of the extra gusts around him stroked him off with an icy chill, easily flooding his urethra with his massive stores. He swooped around in the air, hoping to nail the gooey monstrosity behind him with any of the mind-numbing orgasms he couldn't stop bellowing out from his depths.

Still, despite the slight advantages gifted to Kiba due to his position, Javeloz was never any sort of slouch. He didn't even need Adail's additional latex assistance to persistently rocket through the air with his wings, nor did he need any extra help in sending his own milk hurtling forward. Plenty of Kiba's shots splashed into his maw, obscuring his view every so often. However, despite the rich viscosity of his friend's raccoon batter, it wasn't enough to get him to affect him in the slightest, save for giving him a refreshing drink.

It was only when Kiba fired off a load that practically made him numb from the waist down, another waterfall-like gush that would have pleased Sola to no end if he was just converting a town, that he heard Javeloz cry out. He recognized that yelp from years ago, after his friend took fairly poor leap off of a large hill in the park as he latched onto his back. That wasn't the best day they had, for certain, but at least they both signed each other's arm casts afterwards. He could still remember the little stick figures he doodled; a dragon hugging a raccoon, along with something about friendship.

As Kiba lamented, briefly, whatever he had done to his friend-now-foe behind him just to stay alive, he lost sight of what was important. In fact, if not for Sola suddenly rotating both of them around until Kiba was staring at the ground nearly a mile below the cotton-like clouds, he wouldn't have seen anything at all. After that massive shriek, Javeloz muttered an incantation and let the wind give him more of a boost. There was no sense in losing ground to Kiba and that black orb surrounding him, after all. With all of that extra momentum, it was easy to not only catch up, but to gain a bit of ground on them from a few dozen feet above. Thoroughly out-of-sight, it was the perfect opportunity to end it all as quickly as possible by dropping straight down with his ass spread out wide.

There was a good reason for that cobalt arrow of a marking of Javeloz's, leading attention towards that massive pucker of his that yawned upon right before impact. He and Adail both miscalculated a bit, still being not high enough in the air to gain enough momentum to completely engulf Sola and Kiba both in a single gulp. However, with the raccoon's roly-poly body nearly slipped entirely into that loose ring, the rubbery dragon knew that a good impact along the ground or anything else along the way was going to add plenty to his belly, and probably knock down a few skyscrapers with all of the cum he was going to furiously gush forth. 

Nothing like making someone else's toy your own, after all.

With Kiba's back feeling the lapping heat from Javeloz's tunnel, there wasn't that much time. As much as he was spurting out furiously towards the incoming earth below, the momentum simply wasn't in a useful direction. Any more force from shooting out his milk up front was likely to dislodge he and Sola both and send them deep into the gooey caverns within. And, as much as Kiba wished he could stop ejaculating for just a moment, he simply couldn't; what Sola had started with the rippling and churning earlier made him as productive beyond belief, every tankard worth of jism flying out of him building up a further estrus-like sensation behind him that was quelled only for a split-second with each outburst. As soon as the milk from each gigantic spurt left his tip he was longing again for even more.

"Better think of something fast," Sola stated, "because the second we're inside them both we aren't coming back out, if we're lucky."

With gravity not being on his side, and knowing Javeloz's penchant for backdoor play making him quite versatile back there, there wasn't much that could possibly work. Still, a sole idea fired across Kiba's synapses, and when there are no other options, you make the best with what you've got.

As he was still firing through that seven feet of rubber-enhanced cock up front, Kiba concentrated as hard as he could, wishing for that sensation to change direction, no matter what the cost. Soon enough, he was shocked to find that he was starting to lose his hardness up front, and all car-length equine shaft of his slowly started to droop away. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn that he had failed in the worst way, but the cum churning in his balls were still shooting healthily out of his slit up front as if nothing had happened. In fact, he could feel it being stretched forward as well at the same time, as if it were made out of taffy. Yelping in surprise, his shaft, now slowly starting to reach the same size as the dragon who was trying to give him a permanent home, suddenly reached an apex and shot straight back along his balls once more, as prehensile as could be. It took great pains to stretch his legs enough to give his gargantuan, tree-like cock room as it snacked its way not only between his legs but up along his goopy, striped tail, firmly affixing itself as the flared edge stared straight down Javeloz's gaping abyss.

The following five releases were pure heaven. Kiba could barely tell what they felt like after the first one, but he knew instinctually that they simply improved with each blast. It was as if Niagara Falls originated deep within his ball sack, rioting within and crashing about until it could finally burst out his head. For the dragon's part, both he and Adail were dead-set on that drop no matter what, even despite the rapid filling of Javeloz's ass. The ultra-rich seed latched onto every nook and cranny of his tender hole as his belly started to fill out as if he weighed at least a few hundred pounds more, belly protruding to the point where his own rainbow goop-spewing rod was forced downward, offsetting the impact just a bit.

As Javeloz careened to the ground below, his ass slightly askew from a direct impact, the final burst of Kiba's fifth (and nigh-endless) orgasm was just enough to lodge him free. As his back and rubbery sides rolled along his friend's asscheek, Kiba and Sola slipped away from that treacherous opening just a few stories away from the ground. All of that extra spunk within the other duo, however, was not going to be as kind; it not only coated Javeloz's insides completely, but it was practically like super glue. It just kept layering and layering so much snowy raccoon milk that, even with all of his extra magic and Adail's capabilities, there was no way they could cope with all of that additional weight.

"You always were quite crap at direct combat, Adail." Sola mused as he rocked his dripping prize all around, letting his charge's member swing around in the air and distributing all of that excess around. They still had to keep on converting others, and why waste any extra seed when it could be put to good use?

Javeloz's ass collided with the ground with a massive splash, and it rippled through his hindquarters up to his shoulder blades. If Kiba were there, and if all of that additional weight wasn't added on, it would have been a massive impact but the latexy raccoon would have suffered the most before being shoved right on in for his ultimate fate. But now, with his head sticking out of a gigantic pond of oil-slicked rubber and his gem and extremities lost within that soupy mess until he could reform, Javeloz was at a hint of a disadvantage.

Before being ordered to do anything, Kiba decided that if he was still in control he was going to call the shots. He swooped down from the air until his head dragged along the soft grass right where his friend had landed. With a gentle nudge he pressed a bit of his flared tip right along the edge of the straining draconic goo until he started to feel it being sucked quickly down his staff. He could have sworn it warmed him up even more, and if he weren't already near-permanently erect it certainly would have given him the satisfaction. As his dick slurped down the very last bit of his friend's cranium, it felt as satisfying as an orgasm in reverse, only a delightful pressure still lingered all throughout his shaft as it vibrated in glee. 

As he absorbed his opponent, though, Kiba didn't notice that he started to expand even more between his legs. Two more small orbs started to fill up along the base of his shaft, pushing his other massive pair backwards all the more. They started to fill out quite rapidly, heaving solely with all of this draconic ambrosia while his other two spheres in back were filled to the brim with his usual creamy masses. As that last bit of the pond slipped right in, both pairs of balls that made up his new sack were so immense that he was lifted well off of the ground, his legs dangling cartoonishly around them. He could practically store an entire double-decker bus within them, given their enormity, and the thought did cross his mind. 

First things first, though.

With all of that heft underneath, and with the troublesome pair dealt with, Sola took back most control from the further-enhanced raccoon. "You did better than I expected. For once, great job, Kiba." Deep within the front pair of balls, however, a bit of churning was taking place as Javeloz, finally reformed from that massive lake of rubber, started thrashing about. "Come on, Adail. Be a good girl and lose gracefully already." 

Kiba was shocked when laughter broke out; Sola was capable of an emotion other than complete indifference and anger? That was certainly news. The rumbles within Kiba's sack, however, were growing all the more massive as all of Adail's goo was slowly being stripped away from Javeloz's body, leaving him with every bit of his enhancements that he received at her whims, from the tip of his horns down to the charcoal webbing adorning the tip of his tail. The second he was free, he finally cast up a temporary barrier around his entire body, seeping along every bit of his raven- and blue-tinted scales, as he bathed in the massive lake that was Adail. She was unable to reform, thanks to being caught within Sola, and at that point was at his mercy.

"Hey!" Javeloz shouted, rocking around in the rubbery sludge, kicking his captor all over Kiba's inner walls. "You lousy witch or whatever you are. I'm so sorry, Kiba, I really am! I thought I could stop her by myself when I first met her and she took me over entirely." He gave his scourge a good couple of splashes with his hind legs and tail, just to emphasize his disgust. "If I could I wouldn't have done any of those things to you!"

"Well, you may have done at least one of them..." Kiba thought to himself as Sola and he both let Javeloz have a few good minutes in there with her. She screamed quite a bit in agony with every tussle, and she certainly did not find his wings scraping and spreading her all around to be all that enjoyable, either. Sola explained that once one of them was inside the other that they're essentially powerless. Submission is usually only the only way to see themselves back out, permanently stripped of some of their stretchiness, transformative capabilities, and resilience, but that depended on their host feeling particularly benevolent.

Javeloz, in the interim, delighted with getting revenge for a week worth of torture. At least Sola made things all the more enjoyable for Kiba, even if forced; Adail stripped Javeloz's pleasurable sensations from him, so all his body and mind knew were the straining of every striation of muscle in his body. 

As the raccoon and his massive latex-covered form sprawled out on the ground to recover as well, Sola decided to skip the pleasantries himself and offer Javeloz a choice; he could leave from Kiba right now, unchanged, get his affairs in order and be converted like everyone else some time in the future, or he could take whatever revenge he wanted upon Adail for the atrocities and leave his fate up to Kiba. However, Sola reminded his temporary guest that if he left it up to Kiba, he would not be getting off light. Sola concluded quite simply, "Considering the torture she inflicted on so many before her over the years, myself included, I think you know the right choice."

Needless to say, Javeloz had a wonderful hour with Adail. Casting spells to the point where she was subject to every element imaginable, and gashing at her with tooth and claw, tail and talon, until her curses slowed down and she barely had the energy to talk. Weakened enough, Sola absorbed the rest of her quite quickly, and all three of them could feel the utter electricity that pulsated through them.

"Alright. No stalling now, give the dragon what he deserves." At least gaining more power certainly didn't make Sola any less of a commanding figure.

"Sure thing. I hope you can live with this, dear," Kiba nearly pouted, hating to make the decision on his own. Then again, if he were to leave it up to Sola, anything could have been possible, and both he and Javeloz could have been abandoned, or just absorbed away if he deemed them both unnecessary. 

Javeloz rubbed up against the inside of the back wall of his chamber. "Don't worry, you know me. I trust you." He gave the tender portion of the raccoon a loving kiss before it dripped away and he found himself surrounded with the seed from the other pair of Kiba's balls. Soon, the four balls became two massive ones, filling up with so much seed  that he didn't dare spill a drop until ever fiber of his being wanted him to cum. With nearly twice the capacity as he should have had, and with a tanker or two worth of jism to let loose, it wasn't until he was finally sure that all of the changes had taken hold in his friend until he shot upwards into the air, putting on his own lustful fireworks display. 

The rest of his milk splattered down all around him, bouncing heavily off of his bulbous form. His final shot, though, arced high in the air and just kept flying upwards until it started to glom together. Taking a very familiar shape, Javeloz spun around in the air and shook off the excess latex that adorned him, spraying it in spheres the size of medicine balls for a quarter of a mile all around, before soaring back to the ground and roaring out in bliss. He took a seat right in front of Kiba and laughed quite a bit, stroking the same massive tank cannon of a cock upwards until he had his own fluidic display of his own, splattering down all along them both. His scales were still the same jet black with hints of blue all throughout, but if caught in the right glint of light his darkness shone as pearly-white as Kiba's specialized ambrosia. 

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The dragon gushed as he reached his feral self all around the rotund rubbery blob that was Kiba and hugged him tight. Maybe giving him a few extra feet in length and height would be a wonderful thing after all, and the rest of his scaly body dripped ceaselessly with raccoon cum.

"Hmmmm. So, I take it he's going to be my mobile asset then? If he keeps spurting like that, I think I can live with this arrangement." Sola wouldn't say so outright but he was actually quite surprised. Then again, he had no idea how much Kiba and Javeloz cared for one another and knew each other like the back of their hands; heightening Javeloz's libido in any way would have made him an amorous threat before any of this mess ever started. Tripling that wanting desire to rut and just let himself be free, however, was going to work out well for all involved. Best of all, even with all of that lust coming to the forefront, Kiba changed not a single iota of his personality.

His friend's mind was still his own, just as much as Kiba's was. It was the best he could do on all counts, and at least everybody was going to wind up being happy. "So, Jav, how about you take the east side of town while we double back to the factories for now? Maybe meet up somewhere around the main drag?"

With plans made, Sola and Kiba started to lift off of the ground, giving Kiba enough time to deal with the new sensations down below. Sporting an anaconda-like beast that swayed around, spilling his load at random in gushing waterfalls thanks to his factory-like balls was going to take a few minutes of getting used to. After the third spurt, though, just as Kiba was throwing his head back in exhilaration, he felt two jabs along his back, right along his spinal cord: it wasn't long until two wings, exactly the same shape as Javeloz's ones burst out of the rubber behind him and flexed with each roll of the critter's shoulders.

"More of a menace to everyone else already, I see. Well then, let's end this banner day with some more corruption." Sola contemplated aloud, easing Kiba back to the initial factory as he rained latex goodness down upon the populace along the way. "You already look the part now, so I may as well treat you like the jizz-spraying fiend like you want to be."

Some part of Kiba regretted that comment, yet he certainly agreed to the proposition aloud.

Besides, what was another three hundred orgasms or so before the sun set? Escaping was, for now, at the very back of his mind; for now, it was time to help these poor strangers feel at least a fraction of the utter orgasmic bliss he was feeling with each blown load. 

It was the least that he could do to celebrate, after all.