It was just another lazy afternoon\. The kind of afternoon that you’d never suspect would turn into life\-changing shenanigans until you were knee\-deep into the mess\. And as with all such afternoons, it started out rather innocently\. Decro was over at Monroe’s apartment to hang out\. The afternoon was hot, the post\-lunch food coma was setting in, and the pair wanted nothing more than to laze around in the living room\.

Decro was lying on his back on the couch, enjoying a round of Agile Industry on his Spectre X4\. Monroe was seated on the floor, leaning against the couch as he played Kingdom of Ashes on his TV console\.

“Ah dammit,” Monroe grumbled as the death jingle played\.

“Died again?” the wolf asked, still focused on re\-routing the conveyor belts on his factory’s production line\.

“Yeah,” the lizard said, leaning back against the couch\. “I swear, when they made this game, one guy was like ‘How do we fuck our players up?’ ‘Oh, I know, let’s make Initius the Immortal, the literal 3rd boss in the game, have twenty more instant\-death mechanics\.’ ‘That sounds like a good idea\!’”

“If you hate the game so much, why are you still playing it?”

“I didn’t say I hated it\.”

“You implied it\.”

“Eh\. KoA players are all masochists, anyway\.”

“Uh huh,” Decro replied\.

“And how long have you been perfecting your factory?”

“Maybe 50 hours by now?”

“Shut the fuck up\.” Decro chuckled\. “At least I’m making progress\.”

“I get better and better after each fight\. Just got to get a hang of the—fuck fuck argh\!”

The death jingle played again\. Out of the corner of his eye, Decro saw Monroe set the controller on the ground, look around the room, then back at Decro\.

“You want to try out a new potion I got?”

“Uh… not really?”

“Aww, why not? It will be fun\.”

“You haven’t even told me what it’ll do\.”

“It’s a surprise\.”

“Come on\. You’ll be doing me a huge favour\.”

Decro put his Spectre down and sighed\.

“Can you at least tell me what it’ll do?”

Monroe paused\. “It’ll be easier for me to show you\.”

“Is it going to be painful?”

“Permanent effects?”

“Involves me teleporting to the other side of town without my clothes?”

“That wasn’t even my fault\! The apothecary swapped the labels by accident\.”

“Fine\. What do you want me to do?”

“Come with me\.”

Monroe brought Decro to his bedroom\.

“Now take off your pants\.”

Decro reluctantly took his shorts off and put them to the side\.

“Underwear too\.”

He sighed, taking off his trunks\.

“Now sit on the bed\.”

The wolf complied while the lizard put on a pair of gloves\.

“I already put the potion into this spray bottle, so we’re ready to go\.”

Monroe sat down next to Decro\.

“The next part is going to sound a bit weird, but just trust me, alright?”

The lizard sprayed a jet of potion onto the wolf’s cocksheath and began massaging it\.

“How does it feel?”

“F\-fuck… It feels… warm\. And there’s this—ahh fuck\.”

“It’s not painful, is it?”

Decro shook his head\.

“N\-no\. No pain\. But—” He shivered in pleasure\. “W\-why does it feel so good?”

“I’m not sure myself, but it seems to be an aphrodisiac enchantment in the potion\.”

“Please… oh fuck\. S\-stop\.” The wolf was thrusting his hips against Monroe’s hand\.

“You want me to stop?”

“Just lie down and relax\. Let me handle this\.”

Decro nodded\. Biting his lip to stifle his moans, he shifted to the middle of the bed and laid down\. The lizard continued to stroke and massage the wolf’s manhood\. His fingers traced the wolf’s furred sheath, moving down to his hanging orbs\. Then he rubbed his thumb against the emerging tip of Decro’s red rocket\.

“A\-ahh\!” Decro gasped\.

“You say you’re straight, but here you are, letting your gay friend fondle your cock like this\.”

“It’s your stupid potion\. I’m still straight as—fuck\!”

Decro’s hands gripped the pillows tightly as the wolf shifted his hips\. Catching sight of the lizard’s grin, he put his forearm over his eyes, trying to hide his blush\.

“Just shut up\. You’re pushing your fucking luck\.”

Monroe sprayed another jet of the potion onto the squirming wolf’s cock, then continued stroking the canine dick\. He cupped the wolfnuts in his palm, giving them a gentle squeeze\. With his other hand, he began pumping Decro’s shaft\.

“We’re almost there\.”

After a few more minutes of powerful strokes and stifled moans, Decro’s cock was at full mast\.

“Are you ready for the next part?”

“N\-next part? What does this potion do?”

Monroe grabbed a tiny empty bottle off the bedside shelf and passed it to Decro\. The wolf struggled to read the label\.

“Black Cauldron Apothecary’\.” He let out another gasp of pleasure\. “‘Flesh Sculpt: Reptilian Slit’? What does that mean?”

“Keep reading\.”

“‘Tired of your cock and balls getting in the way of things? Prefer the clean look of—’ Mffht\! Fuck, I can’t read with you jacking me off\!” Decro let out a frustrated groan\. “‘Prefer the clean look of a genital slit instead? Turn your dangling doodads—’ Dangling doodads? Really?”

“Black Cauldron has interesting marketing\.”

“‘Turn your dandling doodads into a sleek slit with our custom flesh sculpt formula\. Transformation lasts 6 hours\.’ Good\. It’s not permanent\.”

“I told you to trust me\.”

“I never said I didn’t\. ‘Warning: do not—’” Decro was interrupted by Monroe’s firm squeezes around the base of his wolfhood\. “What are you doing?”

“Figured I’d give you a scalie cock to match that slit\. Just to have a bit of fun since we’re already doing this\. Don’t worry, it’ll turn back when the potion wears off\.”

The concerned wolf watched as the lizard pressed on the wolf’s knot with firm strokes\. The potion had made the wolf’s flesh more malleable, allowing Monroe to flatten the knot against the shaft and smooth it out into a sleek shaft\. Still gripping the dick, he moved his hands up the shaft with a squeeze\.

“A\-ah\!” Decro let go of the potion bottle\. It rolled off the bed, bouncing on the floor with a clatter\.

Monroe squeezed his hand up the shaft again and again, slowly turning the entire rod into a tapered dick\.

“You want ridges on your dick?”

“D\-d\-don’t care\. Just… make it fast\.”

“I will\.” Monroe grabbed a metal rod from the shelf\. Positioning it diagonally down the side of Decro’s dick, he pressed upwards and rotated the metal rod around the shaft, creating a raised ridge\. The wolf clenched his jaw tightly as he dug his claws deep into the pillows\.

“Is it painful?”

The wolf shook his head\. “Very stimulating… just go, just go\.”

Monroe continued up the shaft, creating ridges on either side of the wolf’s cock until it was a draconic beauty\.

“Can you feel the ridges?” The lizard stroked his finger up the textured shaft of the wolf\.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck\.”

“Well, can you?” He did it again\.

“Yes, oh fuck, that feels— hfft\!”

He pushed his thumbs on either side on the base of Decro’s draconic dick, pressing down hard\. The shaft slowly sank into the malleable flesh\. Monroe worked slowly, carefully reshaping the wolf’s sensitive parts\.

“Do you want to see this?”

Decro took the pillow off his face and looked at his crotch\. Monroe was holding his member against his crotch, pointed towards Decro’s face\. It was pressed halfway into his flesh, allowing the lizard to pinch the skin on either side of it together, forming a slit\. As Monroe squeezed and reformed his crotch, Decro felt a shiver of pleasure wash through his body\. He pressed the pillow against his face again and let out a muffled moan\.

“Too much?” Monroe chuckled\. “I can just describe it to you\.”

“Well, I’m still trying to get your cock down\.”

The wolf felt another spray of potion on his dick\.

“Okay, yeah\. It’s slowly going in\.”

Decro shuddered, taking in shallow breaths of air\.

“Your balls have to go, too\.”

The lizard cupped the wolf’s pup\-maker and held them towards the wolf’s body\. It took all of Decro’s strength not to struggle, to squirm, to thrust\. He could feel an uncanny feeling, mixed with overwhelming pleasure as the lizard sculpted his wolfhood\. His two balls were pressed just below the base of his cock, slowly massaged inwards\.

“P\-please stop\. I can’t— I can’t…”

“You’re doing very well, Decro\. Come on, you’ve got this\.”

“Can you slow down at least?”

“You’re almost there\. Let’s get it done and over with\.”

Decro endured the powerful sensations of the lizard reshaping his genitals, moaning and whimpering throughout\. Monroe squeezed and pinched, pushing skin together to form a slit over the concealed cock\. Between each stroke and press, he sprayed the potion to reduce the tension and allow it to be further shaped\.

The wolf looked down\. His fur obscured his newly formed slit, giving him a smooth crotch, devoid of his manhood\. He clenched his dick, seeing his bulge rise and fall with each squeeze\.

“Damn, what the fuck?”

“I guess?” He reached down to touch it\.

“Wait, let me apply the setting cream\.”

Monroe uncapped a small container and scooped out some white cream\. He then smeared it over Decro’s crotch, rubbing it up and down the slit\. The wolf’s moans returned, which he muffled with the pillow\. Monroe slid his fingers into Decro’s slit, applying generous amounts of cream over his insides\.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK\!”

“I’m guessing it feels more sensitive in there?”

“You have no fucking idea,” Decro groaned into the pillow\.

He felt Monroe’s fingers slip out of him, and he could hear the lizard cap the container\. The wolf took a moment to catch his breath\.

When he took the pillow off his face, Monroe was leaning over him with his arms on either side of his head\. The lizard was smirking\.

“Monroe? What are you doing? Why are you naked?”

“Let’s test that slit out, shall we?”

“Dude\! I’m not into—a\-afhng\!” He moaned as the tip of Monroe’s cock brushed against his sensitive slit\.

“You were saying?”

“I… I don’t want… hnffft\!”

Monroe rocked his body back and forth, allowing his sizable member to slide against Decro’s newly formed genitals\.

“Gay or not, you want this, don’t you?”

“Ah, guess not\.” Monroe started to get up\.

“I… we can try for a bit\.”

“Try what?” Monroe asked coyly\.

“You know… try fucking my… my slit\.” Decro blushed\.

“I’ll start slow\.”

Monroe lowered his hips, resting his member against the canine’s slit\. He rocked his hips forward and back\.

“O\-oh fuck,” Decro gasped\.

“It’s not even in yet\.”

“I\-I know\. I’m just— Even the outside is just— a\-ah oh fuck\. Why is it so fucking sensitive?”

Monroe paused, allowing the poor wolf to catch his breath\. Decro caught the lizard staring at him with a smirk\.

“S\-stop looking at me like that\. I know what you’re thinking\.” Decro blushed\.

“Well, I didn’t say it out loud\.”

“You’re thinking it, though\.”

“Thinking what?” Monroe chuckled\.

“Just shut up and fuck me\.”

As Monroe moved his hips back and forth, Decro could feel the lizard’s cock gradually press deeper into his tender territory\. It was sore at first due to the lizard’s girth, but the pain subsided into a mild stretching sensation\.

Decro nodded\. Within moments, he could feel Monroe’s hardness rub against the ridges of his draconic cock\.

He grabbed Monroe’s upper arms, digging his fingers into the lizard’s scales\. His pelvic muscles were clenched as he squirmed helplessly\. Monroe lowered his hips, pushing his rod all the way into the wolf’s new anatomy\. The wolf drew in a sharp breath\.

Monroe reached to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of lube\. He flicked the cap open and squeezed out a copious serving of lube all over the canine’s slit\.

“It’s c\-cold\.”

The wolf could feel the lube seep deeper into him as Monroe resumed thrusting into him\. Their two masculine rods frotted against each other, gripped in place by the canine’s male slit\.

“Fuck,” Monroe gasped\. “It feels good when you clench like that\.”

He pulled Decro close, feeling his soft fur against his scales\. His warm breaths washed over the side of the wolf’s neck\. Decro was reduced to a trembling mess\. His hands were around Monroe’s neck, and his legs were wrapped around the lizard’s waist\. Every sensation was amplified as Monroe moved within him\. Every thrust, every clench, every stroke was pressing against his inner erogenous walls\. Decro’s erect dick was trapped in his slit, straining to emerge\. But Monroe’s cock continued to grind against his, keeping it snugly nestled in its highly sensile alcove\.

“You feel so fucking good\.” Monroe gasped\.

His thrusts got more and more voracious, rocking Decro’s body on the bed\.

“I… my dick…”

“I can feel you pushing back\.”

“Yeah… please…”

“You want it out?”

Monroe let go of Decro, carefully lowering him back onto the bed\. As he got up, he drew his precum\-soaked dick out of Decro’s slit\. The wolf’s draconic member followed shortly, rising to full mast\.

“Damn, look at the amount of pre you’re leaking\.”

Decro heaved a sigh of relief as he enjoyed his penile freedom, though it would be short\-lived\. The lizard rummaged in his bedside drawer and pulled out a curious metal device\. It was made of black metal, shaped like a curved shallow plate\. There was an indent in its middle, as something was supposed to be there\.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a chastity device for slits\.”

“Chastity—? oh no, no\. You’re not putting that in me\.”

“Don’t you ‘come on\!’ me\. I’ve already let you turn my cock into a slit, and you’re still asking for more?”

Monroe had to stop himself from laughing\.

“But that’s the idea, right? We’ve already come so far, we might as well go all the way\.”

The lizard grabbed Decro’s ridged rod and began stroking it\.

“Oh fuck, please, s\-stop\.”

Monroe guided the metal plate so that a curved indent in the centre lined up with Decro’s shaft\. Pressing them together, he carefully pushed the device towards Decro’s crotch\.

“N\-no, d\-d\-don’t— f\-fuck\!”

“Besides, we wouldn’t want you to cum, would we?”

Decro whimpered\. The plate was forcing his erect cock upwards against his slit, making his muscles strain against the unfeeling metal\. Monroe shifted the chastity plate to the right, allowing its left side to slip under the slit\. He carefully pushed the plate deeper into Decro, tucking in the right side into him too\. Monroe picked up a glistening white gem\.

“Once I put the gem in, it’ll magically lock the device in you until I release it\.”

Decro panted and shuddered\. “P\-pl\-ease, Monroe, d\-don’t…”

Monroe ignored the wolf’s pleas as he pried the wolf’s slit open with two fingers\. Then he popped the gem into the indent\. Decro howled as concentrated euphoria and bliss surged through his body\. It fried his senses, filling his vision with pure static while his skin felt alive with a buzzing sensation\. He could feel an aching feeling inside his slit as the chastity plate expanded to fill out his insides, but the sensation was overwhelmed by the immense pleasure that flooded his mind\.

“Oops, I forgot it had a Lust Charm on it\.”

He observed the squirming wolf and chuckled\. Putting his hand on Decro’s pecs, he slowly caressed downwards, stroking his soft\-furred abs until his fingertips were on the lips of the wolf’s slit\. With the slit closed, the chastity device was completely hidden within Decro\. The wolf could barely control himself as he thrust his hips against the lizard’s hand\.

“Look at you\. So helpless\.”

Decro tried to glare at him, but his gaze was filled with reluctant arousal\.

“So desperate\.”

He pushed his finger into the slit, sliding up the metal plate held within\.

Decro gasped as Monroe found a tiny hole in the chastity device, positioned near the top of his slit\. Through the hole, the lizard could feel the head of the wolf’s imprisoned dick\.

“You know what this hole is for?”

The wolf barely had any semblance of motor control, but he managed to shake his head\.

“It’s your new piss hole\.”

Decro grunted and hid his face with a pillow\. The lizard grinned, enjoying the wolf’s indignation\. He continued stroking Decro’s athletic body, feeling up his muscles with one hand and massaging his slit with another\.

“You look so cute like that\.”

“I\-Is this what you do to… mffth… your bottoms?”

Monroe grabbed Decro and flipped him around with ease\.

The lizard lifted the wolf’s hips up, so the canine was presenting his rear to the lizard\.

“This is what I do to my bottoms\.”

He nudged the tip of his erect cock against Decro’s pucker\.

“What now? Want to tell me you’re straight while I rail you?”

Decro scowled\. “It… it won’t fit\.”

Monroe grabbed the bottle of lube and doused the entire length of his cock with it\. “That’s what the lube is for\.”

“That’s not what I—gaaah\!”

The wolf bit down on the pillow as his rear entrance was spread open by Monroe’s girth\. It felt like his tailhole was engulfed in a raging fire\.

“Fuck, please\. It hurts\!”

“There, there\.”

Keeping the tip of his dick in the overstretched tunnel, Monroe reached under Decro and slipped his finger into the canine’s slit\. The wolf let out a soft gasp as the pleasure was a balm to the pain\. The lizard fingered the wolf, giving him a few moments to rest\.

“I’m slowly going to go deeper into you, alright?”

Decro nodded his head\. Monroe poured more lube down the wolf’s rear cleft, letting it flow down to his sore pucker\. The lizard moved closer, gently pushing his cock deeper\.

The wolf let out a painful gasp and clenched his pucker hard, squeezing the lizard’s dick\. Monroe gasped\.

“You’ve got this, boy\.”

His fingers explored the rim of Decro’s sensitive slit, rubbing against the metal plate within\. Once the wolf relaxed, he pushed deeper\.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck\! It hurts\!”

Decro held the pillow tightly against his chest, digging his claws into its soft stuffing\. His breaths were shallow and laboured as he tried to block out the pain\.

“Should I stop?”

“N\-no… just…” Decro took a deep breath\. “Just go slower\.”

“You don’t have to do this for me, you know? I’m happy to just play with your slit and call it a day\.”

“I think I’ll enjoy it once I get used to the pain\.”

“Okay\. Just tell me if you want to stop, alright?”

Inch by inch, Monroe gradually worked his cock deeper into the wolf\.

“Focus\. Focus on the pleasure\.”

The lizard stroked the tip of the wolf’s dick through the hole, giving him some much\-needed relief\.

“Deep breaths\. You’ve got this\.”

He stroked Decro’s back and ruffled the fur on his head\.

“And… it’s fully in\.”

His immense cock was fully hilted in the wolf’s passage\. He reached under Decro, feeling his abdomen region\. There was a bulge where his member pressed against the wolf’s abs\.

“Can you feel this?”

He tensed his maleness, feeling Decro’s abs move in response\.

“Are you getting used to the size?”

Monroe slowly pulled out, giving the wolf’s tunnel a moment of respite\. Then he thrust back in\. This time, Decro could feel a haze of pleasure with the pain\. He gasped and spasmed, groaning into the pillow\. The lizard pulled out again before diving back in\.

The wolf let out a soft whimper\. As he acclimatised to the pain, he could focus on the waves of ecstasy that washed over him\.

“Feels… good,” He barely managed to make out the words between his gasps\.

“I’m enjoying myself too\.”

Monroe built up speed and intensity of his thrusts, ploughing through the wolf’s stretched rear with abandon\. Decro could barely handle the intoxicating euphoria rushing through his body\. Where was it coming from? Monroe’s immense girth? His transformed slit? The lust charm of the chastity plate? Or all three of them? Whatever the cause, the only thing Decro could do was give in to the erotic frenzy\. His body was squirming about, humping against Monroe’s hips, and letting out moans of carnal satisfaction; all driven by pure sexual instinct\.

His cock was fully erect, pressing against the chastity device\. He was on the verge of a powerful orgasm\. If only the stupid plate wasn’t in the way\! He let out a frustrated huff\.

“Take out the plate,” Decro pleaded\.

“I don’t think so\.”

Monroe put his fingers back into Decro’s slit and continued stroking his sensitive insides\.

“I prefer it this way\.”

“You’re not the one with your dick… in a f\-fucking prison\!”

The lizard leaned forward, pressing his chest against Decro’s back as he continued ploughing through the wolf’s rear tunnel\. He nuzzled his cheek against the wolf’s neck\.

“My, are you this feisty when you’re horny?”

“Just a bit more\. I’m close\. Can you hang on for me?”

Decro nodded in reluctance\.

“You’re a good pup\.”

He patted the wolf’s head\.

Monroe savoured the tightness of Decro’s clenched muscles around his cock as he thrust in and out of the wolf\. The slitted wolf could barely hold himself up with all the overwhelming sensations he was subjected to\. His soft moans of pleasure were erotic music to Monroe’s ears, enough to push the lizard to his climax\. With a roar, Monroe let loose, shooting his thick ambrosia into the wolf\.

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped\. “Oh, fucking take it all\.”

The warm mess inside him was the last straw for the wolf, and he released his spunk\. His head was awash with orgasmic relief when there was a searing sensation in his slit\. Decro yelped in pain\.

The wolf focused on his senses\. Perhaps it was from cumming in a chastity device? He wasn’t sure, but the pain was subsiding, so he calmed down\.

“There was a bit of pain, like a tingly burning sensation, but it’s gone now\.”

Monroe gently pulled his cock out of Decro, dripping abundant globs of residual cum everywhere\. He collapsed on the bed beside Decro\. The wolf’s rear was still sore, so he gingerly lowered himself onto the bed, still facedown on the sheets\. He could feel his warm cum squelch against his tapered dick, trapped inside him by the chastity plate\. Only a trickle of it seeped out through the hole, leaking down his slit\. The two of them huffed, catching their breaths\.

“I… wow… that felt good,” the lizard panted\.

The wolf managed a feeble nod\. They laid there recovering, enjoying the warm afterglow\. Decro had almost drifted to sleep when Monroe got up\.

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up\. We can have dinner first, then we can let you cum after the potion wears off\.”

Monroe looked at Decro’s slit as the wolf’s cum leaked out of it\.

“Fuck, why did you do that?”

“Why’d you cum? I told you not to\!”

“I\-I thought that was in\-scene\!”

“I was serious\! And didn’t you read the label?”

“The potion bottle\! It says not to cum, or else the transformation is permanent\!”

“I couldn’t read it with— Can’t you just flesh\-sculpt it back?”

“It doesn’t work like that\. Layering flesh\-sculpting spells will literally liquefy your flesh\.”

“Couldn’t we try at least?”

“You want a null crotch for the rest of your life? Because if you want—”

“Fuck,” Decro groaned\. “Just… just take out the chastity plate first\.”

Monroe took a deep breath\. “Well…”

“That cage is enchanted to be permanently locked when the wearer cums\.”

“Why the fuck would you put that in me, then?”

“It’s the only slit chastity plate I’ve got\! Besides, you weren’t supposed to cum\.”

“Oh my fucking goodness\.”

“Look, just… relax first\. I’ll figure something out\.”

Decro hesitated, but he didn’t have much of a choice\. “Fine\.”

“But uh… the magic we’ve been using is pretty strong… so don’t hold your breath\.”

The wolf glared at the lizard\.

“That’s the last time I let you test magic on me\.”

Decro was standing with one foot on either side of the toilet bowl, using two fingers to hold his slit open\. He steeled himself and gingerly let a stream of piss out\. The clear liquid escaped messily through the slit, dripping everywhere\. Panicking, the wolf hastily clenched and stopped the flow\.

Sighing, he lowered the toilet seat, sat down, and resumed pissing\. He could feel the warm liquid fill out his slit, held back by the chastity plate before streaming out of his opening\. It felt gross\.

“You alright?” Monroe knocked on the toilet door\.

“What’s taking you so long?”

“I have to sit down to take a fucking piss\!”

“Yeah, figured\.” Monroe paused\. “I didn’t want to say this earlier, but with your slit, at first glance, someone might mistake you for having female bits down there\.”

Grabbing the bidet, Decro sprayed a jet of cold water into his slit\. He pushed a finger in, slowly cleaning out the residual cum inside him\. His inner flesh was sensitive, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine\. The wolf clenched his teeth and reached for the towel\. As he dried his slit, the towel brushed against his hypersensitive skin, stirring up his arousal\.