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Laios made a comely Elf. Kabru preferred his usual thickset build, but this one wasn’t bad to look at. The changeling spores had carved off a great deal of his muscle and rendered him a much more diminutive figure. His classically elven features could have turned his usual inattentive expression into something haughty, but there was no chance of Laios being inattentive when they were mixing sex with monsters. Laios was positively shining with excitement over Kabru’s dick.
Or, what Kabru’s dick was potentially going to turn into.
Laios was spread out beneath him on the bed, his legs pulled up to display his readied hole. It had grown pink, the muscle warm from stretching, and the coat of oil shined in the candlelight. Laios had done it himself; Kabru wasn’t interested in turning a finger or two into claws. He preferred watching, anyway. Laios had been a sight, trying to rush through the preparation and letting out little pained but determined grunts when he gave himself more than he could take. A flush of exertion and primal need had stained both his cheeks and the tips of his elongated ears. Only when Kabru had deemed him ready had he disrobed and taken his place between his legs.
Kabru dug his fingers into Laios’s ass cheek—unfortunately less fleshy than it usually was—as close to Laios’s slicked hole as he dared. He pulled just enough for the closed ring to separate and reveal the entry into Laios’s hot body. Kabru could see the muscle subtly contract as it waited to be used. It was more patient than Laios himself, who let out a low continuous whine not unlike a begging dog.
“What are you hoping you’re going to get fucked with?” Kabru asked, his cock in hand. “Which dick do you think you’ll come on?”
Laios groaned, so eager to be tormented. “Maybe a Werebear,” he said, looking more excited than if he were a birthday boy facing a pile of presents. Kabru thought that was exceedingly optimistic. But Laios dreamed big. Literally.
Kabru stroked his fingers down his cock, feeling the contours of it, the weight and the texture of his skin. Goodbye for now, he thought wryly and pressed the tip to Laios’s body. The ring of Laios’s ass spread around Kabru’s cock. Kabru watched him open and swallow him; he felt his hot, silky insides hug Kabru’s cock as he sank deep. Laios’s whine hit a high note.
Kabru felt a tingle all along his cock as the spores ignited. He withdrew and pulled out a stranger’s cock.
The conventional wisdom about the different peopled races was that their dicks differed in exactly the way a person would expect: Half-foots were smaller, Dwarves were stubbier, and Tall-men didn’t last as long (this was Elf conventional wisdom, to be clear). Kabru was certain that the actual truth of it was that there was more variety within a race than between races. So the only thing that he could say for sure about the thicker cock that he pulled from Laios’s body was that it wasn’t his.
A disappointed sigh issued from deep in Laios’s chest. The only thing he cared about was that it wasn’t a monster’s.
Kabru thrust in. He felt again the silken clasp of Laios’s body and, when Laios had taken all of him, the pleasant prickling all over his cock as the magic rearranged it inside the circle it had passed through. Again, he pulled out a cock that was unfamiliar but not unrecognizable.
Laios let out a little huff as he started to pout. “Don’t be a brat,” Kabru said. He leaned over Laios, propped up on his knuckles, and nudged Laios’s legs wider with his hips to position for a faster thrust.
“Don’t stop until it’s a monster cock,” Laios begged.
If it were possible, Kabru intended to do it. He did have a near-inexhaustible store of perseverance. And this particular rhythm of a slow, deep push in and a full withdrawal was stringing him along pleasantly. He began to pump into Laios, emerging from his body each time with a new cock. The shaft thickened, shortened, shrank, and lengthened, so the thrust in was sometimes shorter than the pullout, or he slid in easier than he withdrew himself. He felt the grip of Laios’s ass a little differently with every stroke, as he changed not just in shape but sensitivity. And every thrust was accompanied by the pleasurable creeping sensation of magic spores kneading his cock as though it were clay.
Laios had his chin tucked to his chest, all of his attention fixed on Kabru’s cock as it withdrew, the eager anticipation naked on his face, the want building with every reveal. Kabru kept it planted on a stroke and ground it into him, and Laios whined impatiently.
The intensity of Laios’s desire made him want to take him even more leisurely, to tease him. He wished he could pick when he changed into something that Laios considered exciting. He had less control here than he was used to.
He pulled his hips back and noticed the unnatural tinge at once. Laios seemed to suck in all of the air in the room, so sharp was his inhale. Kabru drew it out slow, savoring the way Laios shivered around him—but it was a short cock, after all, and soon fell from Laios’s clasp, green from the root to the tapered tip.
Laios shuddered. He looked so enraptured that he’d momentarily been struck silent, but Kabru knew that couldn’t last. Laios could only stay silent when he was gagged. Kabru took the little green prick in hand and rutted it against Laios’s body, sliding over his ass and nuzzling his balls with the tip, which had deep grooves down the side like a closed flower bud. “What’s this one?” he asked.
He knew, but he also knew Laios would like to say it.
“Goblin,” Laios said, with more reverence than he would’ve addressed God.
Kabru teased him with it, sliding over his hole but not passing through it. “Did you like having a little goblin prick stuffed up inside you?”
Laios’s cock gave a powerful twitch as blood surged through his already-hard cock. It curved over his pale, soft-looking belly, and as Kabru watched he dripped precome on himself. “Looks like you liked it a lot.” He ground harder against him. Laios’s flushed skin was hot and soft on his transformed cock. “Something as puny as a goblin… it would only be able to fuck you if you let it. If you wanted it enough to lie down for it.”
“Not necessarily,” Laios gasped. “They make raiding parties…”
“You think you could get overwhelmed by numbers?” Laios flushed darker. The flesh Kabru was cushioned on got hotter. “I think you and I both know you’d choose to lose that fight.”
Laios groaned and reached for him. Kabru snatched his wrist before he could encircle him in his arms. “Watch it.”
“Oh.” Laios looked apologetic. “Sorry.”
“Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Sorry,” Laios said again, and couldn’t help himself from adding, “I wouldn’t mind if you changed shape.”
Kabru almost broke composure and snorted. That was an understatement. “Don’t get greedy,” he said. “Put your hands up where I can see them.”
Laios laid his arms above his head with glum but swift compliance. It was slightly less satisfying to see when Laios’s arms weren’t so thick around and the muscle definition was less. The more physically imposing Laios was, the more Kabru enjoyed mastering him.
He would just have to get his satisfaction from bitching Laios the old-fashioned way.
He grasped Laios’s knees and pressed them back, too, so that he couldn’t lock his ankles around Kabru’s back. He shoved into him with a brutal, acquisitive thrust, as if he were claiming spoils. Laios moaned and thrust up hard onto the goblin dick, taking all of it at once. His eyes squeezed closed in an agonizing pleasure; his hands closed on the bedsheets and twisted.
Kabru felt himself bulge inside of him. Laios’s inner walls gave way to the increased force. As the tingle of the transformation faded, Kabru’s sensation doubled. Laios gasped and his eyes flew open again. He stared with tremulous excitement at when they were locked together.
Kabru tightened his grip on Laios’s knees. He felt stuffed inside of Laios’s ass, and he needed something to brace against as he wrenched his new cock free. Laios cried out and a heavy splatter of precome hit his torso when Kabru roughly stretched his hole to pull out.
Not one, but two dicks fell from Laios’s hole. Claspers, Kabru’s mind supplied. Fishmen. Laios whined when he saw them, dug his heels into the mattress, and reflexively thrust his hips up towards the stiff pair.
Kabru was… less enthused to see them. He’d gone into this aware he was going to see some strange shapes protruding from his crotch, but there was only so much preparing a man could do to face what looked like his cock having been sliced down the middle.
He steeled himself and quelled his unease. There was no pain, even if the irrational part of his brain told him there should be. He still thrummed with good sensation, though he felt a bit… dry.
The way that Laios was absolutely begging for it, shamelessly humping the air beneath Kabru, made it easier to move on. Kabru leaned in and ground Laios’s cock into the fork they made. Laios grunted; his arms raised off the bed and he hurriedly shoved them flat again.
Kabru rewarded his obedience with a slow, tight stroke around his shaft, pinning Laios’s cock between his claspers, against his belly. Laios rocked desperately into their grasp. Kabru noted that the claspers did seem to have some automatic grasping ability—not exactly prehensile, but they curved around Laios’s body. He let out a thoughtful hum. “That fish dick’s got a good grip on you.”
Laios squeaked. Kabru felt him pulse where he had him squeezed tight. “They have to hold on to their mates in the water. So they don’t get separated,” Laios said breathlessly.
Kabru hummed again. He put his hand on Laios’s breastbone, leaned his weight on it, and pressed Laios harder into the bed. Laios’s (Elf-pretty) eyelashes fluttered closed and his lips parted at being held down. “Makes sense,” Kabru said. “Sperm carries with the current. A fishman is going to want to make sure they’re the one breeding their mate, not a stray cloud from a more virile male.”
Laios trembled from the muscles in his belly, crushed beneath Kabru, to his rosy lips.
Kabru would have kissed him, but that was another circle.
“We have a predicament, Laios,” Kabru murmured.
“Huh?” Laios whined.
“I need to stuff both of these dicks in you at once,” he said, and Laios’s cock jumped and spat more precome between Kabru’s split cock. “And that’s not how fishmen use these, is it?”
“No,” Laios agreed with a moan. “Only one enters the cloaca at a time.”
“I’m not sticking my fingers down there,” Kabru said. He leaned back. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Laios thrust his hands down between them to comply. He dug his fingers in and pulled, stretching out his fucked hole. How fast he was to show it to him was a very heady thing.
Kabru wrapped his hand around both of the shafts and squeezed them together. He pressed the two tips to Laios’s hole. Even with Laios holding it open, it was a strain to get them inside. Kabru pushed hard, and Laios let out a breathy whimper when he was breached. He released his hole and dug into his thighs as he endured the burning stretch.
Kabru crammed the twin dicks inside, both chasing the sensation of being gripped so hard and eager to have something more familiar attached to him again. Laios gasped at the punch. His swollen cock drooled across his flushed chest.
A shiver ran up the claspers, and Laios’s tight ass went suddenly lax around Kabru. Kabru pulled out something that was not human, but not something he recognized. The shaft was thin and it extended in a helix. Whatever it belonged to, it was a creature elusive enough to keep its dick out of monster anatomy guides.
“What’s that one?” Kabru asked Laios, who would certainly know.
He craned his neck to see. Disappointment—which looked very maudlin on an Elf—overtook his features and he slumped back against the mattress. “Just an orc.”
“Just an orc,” Kabru repeated. “Far too commonplace a cock for Laios Touden,” he said, and Laios flushed.
“I spent time with them,” he justified himself. “They’re just people.”
“Not bestial enough for you, hm?” Kabru teased Laios with the orc cock, dragging the tip around the wrinkled edge of his rim without dipping inside. It would have been easy to slide in; it was as thick around as a very fat finger. The coiled shaft was slightly disquieting, as though someone had grabbed the tip of his dick and twisted.
Kabru wasn’t fucking Laios with magical augmentation for his own benefit, and he wasn’t interested in spoiling him and turning him ungrateful. He splayed Laios’s legs and pinned them to the bed so that he couldn’t buck his hips. “It may not excite you, but you still need to fuck it if you want something else, so let me hear you ask for it. Say, ‘please, I want that curly orc cock.’”
Laios bit his lip. “Please, I want that curly orc cock,” he recited.
Kabru circled his hole. “I don’t believe you. Say, ‘plow me like a sow.’ Put some feeling into it.”
Laios tried to press up. Kabru pushed down on him and kept him planted where Kabru wanted him. Laios whimpered piteously. “Plow me like a sow,” he said, a tremble in his voice. His cock was pulsating on his belly.
Kabru lifted his hips so that the tip of the orc cock hovered in the air over Laios’s spread hole and tortured him with its nearness. “I don’t think you deserve it.”
“Kabru!” Laios strained under his hands. “Please!”
“You definitely wouldn’t be the favorite wife with that attitude.”
“Please please please,” Laios begged desperately. “Please stick it in, I want to take it, I need it.”
“Was that so hard?” Kabru slammed to the hilt inside him. The slick heat of Laios’s body and the tingle of spores engulfed his cock. It fattened and extended deep inside of Laios as fast as a punch.
Laios screamed and jolted and spilled all over himself in an explosive gush. Kabru stared past the mess. His flat stomach had distended. Kabru rocked minutely and watched the hard lump shift and move inside Laios. Laios let out a dry sob and pressed his cheek into the bed. His body was still shuddering with climax. His diminished elven body was strangling Kabru’s monster cock. He’d been split open. It seemed impossible that so much cock fit inside him.
Kabru heaved Laios’s legs up and out of the way and began the long slide out. The slow clinging stroke was so good he was tempted to reverse and push it back in. The cock was so long that he fully extended his arms pushing Laios’s hips back and back, until the huge meaty tip finally popped from the vise of his ass. Laios had been so stretched out that he didn’t close behind him. His open hole throbbed, the rim contracting without connecting and exposing his raw insides to Kabru.
Kabru knew this cock. Whether people lived in the country or the city, everyone was familiar with a horse.
“Now you know how it feels to come on a centaur’s cock,” Kabru said, and Laios trembled. He looked like he’d been fucked dumb. His chest fluttered with shallow, open-mouthed pants and his eyes were unfocused. Kabru’s cock throbbed from looking at him. He could see blood pump up the long shaft. He slid the long member across Laios’s limp torso—Laios briefly came alive to gasp and twitch when Kabru flattened his spent cock—until his hipbones were cutting into Laios’s thighs. He marveled at how high it came up to on Laios’s front. It had been deep in his guts. Laios’s eyes rolled toward it; he lifted his head with an effort and whimpered when he saw the huge thing resting on him.
Kabru rocked his hips; the cock was so heavy that he had to put his back into it. It dragged across Laios’s soft skin. Laios’s chest heaved beneath him. Rubbing off on him felt good but what Kabru really wanted to do was force it all back inside Laios’s spent, weak body. He gripped Laios under the thighs, turned his hole up, and sat up on his knees so that he towered over him. Kabru took the massive shaft in hand—it was so thick around he couldn’t join his thumb to his fingers—and touched the blunt end to Laios’s hole.
Laios let out a whine when he did. A needy whine.
Laios’s body offered a token resistance before it yielded to the pressure. Kabru sunk down into him. Laios mewled; he squirmed beneath him as Kabru drove his cock into that battered, pulsating hole. A bump formed in Laios’s belly. Kabru cupped it with a hand and felt it move.
The prickle that erupted across his cock was so powerful that his knees nearly slid out from under him; so much of him was inside of Laios. And then, abruptly, it wasn’t. Laios’s body went loose around him, and if Kabru’s reflexes were worse, he would have fallen right out of him.
Instead, Kabru grasped him under the legs and yanked him back on his cock. He wanted to fuck. His cock was growing impatient with this slow in-and-out game, particularly now that Laios had spent and Kabru was gazing down at his spunk-covered, debauched body. He pumped his hips, thrusting shallowly enough that he didn’t pull out. Laios’s gaping hole was like a light, slick caress along his cock.
“That centaur cock ruined you,” Kabru said.
Laios’s whole body shivered.
“What do you think this one that I’ve got inside of you is?” Kabru asked, stroking deep into Laios. He angled his hips to grind up into his inner wall.
“I don’t know,” Laios slurred.
“It feels different,” he said. Laios’s hot body felt even hotter. He pushed harder against Laios. “Squeeze it.” Laios moaned and did it. His ass contracted around Kabru. “Squeeze it tighter. I want to see if you can guess it from the shape of it up your ass.”
Laios moaned and his spent cock began to plump. He squeezed tighter. The silken grip of his body closed around Kabru’s cock. Kabru let out an approving growl and rubbed his cock through the tighter passage.
“I don’t know,” Laios said after a beat. His voice was weak. “I can’t tell.”
“No idea what’s fucking you. You’ll let anything slither in there,” Kabru said. Laios’s eyes fell closed with a groan, and his cock filled and lifted off his belly. Kabru pulled out and shoved it back in without ceremony. Laios didn’t get to find out.
Laios let out a startled cry and his legs spasmed as Kabru felt his cock engorge again. Laios still wasn’t tight around him, but he was snug. Kabru ground into him, unable to resist the pleasing stroke, then withdrew something surprisingly similar.
“Centaur again?” he said, some surprise unintentionally filtering into his voice. It was smaller than the last one, but who was he to judge.
But Laios drew in an awed breath, and when Kabru looked at him, his eyes sparkled. “That’s a minotaur.”
Curious. “Why that reaction, hm?” He took hold of the cock and smacked it against Laios’s ass. Laios keened and his back arched to push into it. “Is this not the first time you’ve taken one?”
Laios was pink and twitching with his eagerness to be fucked. “I saw one, but I didn’t get to touch it.”
“It didn’t think you were a pretty enough heifer?”
Laios went red. “They were domesticated. The farmhand was there, and…”
“Did you really ask?” Even if Kabru were used to Laios blurting things out, he was too accustomed to keeping his own counsel not to marvel at it.
Embarrassment crept into Laios’s sex flush. Precome oozed from his untouched cock. “They let me milk one of the cows.”
“But you wanted to milk that bull, didn’t you?” Kabru slid the fat cock along the crack of Laios’s ass. It would have felt better grinding on his thick human ass, but the slighter elven body made the thick dick look even bigger. Laios’s hole contracted beneath the shaft like an obscene kiss. He shuddered and rapidly nodded.
“You can touch this one,” Kabru said, and Laios lit up. He ran his fingers up the shaft with a giddy exhale, and he groaned with longing when Kabru thrust into the stroke. Laios rubbed his thumb across the head, through the wetness that had gathered. His hand closed around the shaft—
Kabru realized an instant before the pleasurable prickling of the transformation began when it was too late to stop him. In the ring of Laios’s fingers, the minotaur cock changed shape.
Laios’s face fell, crestfallen, and then he remembered himself and tried to hide his disappointment. He did a poor job, but he did try. Kabru appreciated that the lesson about gratitude had sunk in, and anyway, he wasn’t interested in more withholding at the moment. Laios released his freshly reshaped cock. The shaft had tapered and the head had engorged and turned the shade of a plum.
Kabru knew this one, too, because it was ever-present in depictions of the monster: a satyr.
He hadn’t thought he could get harder. He was painfully erect, and the thought of more self-denial was anathema to him. The skin on his dick was pulled tight by his hot, surging blood and his balls ached with a need to release.
Kabru had been more than patient. If he was going to come, he was going to do it buried inside Laios’s ass. Even a fuck-ruined hole was better than wasting a load on a belly.
Kabru shoved in. Laios’s hole took everything so easily now. He still moaned wantonly at the rough treatment, at being taken by a beast that wanted him for one thing. When that hot, slick, used chamber enclosed him, he came. He kept himself rooted as he spasmed and filled Laios. The tingling of the transformation prolonged his orgasm; it seemed to replenish his balls and give him a second load to pump him full with.
It was only when the last of the aftershocks had subsided that he was clearheaded enough to evaluate again. His new cock had a very thick base—thick enough that Laios’s rim was actually stretching again instead of sitting lax around it. Kabru went to pull back, and realized that what he had sunk inside of Laios was even larger around that Laios’s hole could stretch: his rim pulled taut when Kabru tugged and didn’t give it up.
“We’re locked together,” Kabru said, and Laios gasped loud and came harder than he’d come when the centaur rammed him. His body clamped down on Kabru’s inflated cock, clenching and unclenching like it was trying to milk even more from him.
“Kobold!” Laios exclaimed through rapid panting. His heaving chest was completely splashed with come, the new mixing with the old. “That’s a kobold! The breeding tie makes mating more successful.” He curled off the bed to get a good view of Kabru buried inside of him.
Kabru noted that there was a new thatch of hair encircling the base of his cock. “You like getting bitched by a big dog knot trying to fill you up with puppies?” he said. Laios didn’t even look shamefaced about it—he nodded, vigorously.
Kabru found that he was also enjoying it, more than he had the rest of them. The monstrous shapes had been for Laios’s pleasure; Kabru had gotten the secondary enjoyment of watching him get debased and brutalized by bestial cocks. But now his brain was stewing in good feelings, finally sated after such a drawn-out fuck, and he felt pleasantly cozy stuffed up inside Laios. He had to make sure his seed didn’t run out of him.
That seemed a… less-than-human thought. The effects that transforming his cock could have on his mental state was something he had to evaluate.
Later. Right now, Laios was trapped beneath him, shivering with pleasure, housing his cock like a good bitch. Kabru ceased holding himself up on his arms and sagged into him instead. He settled in to wait for them to detach.
Laios was being such a good bitch, taking cock and come so obediently. Kabru felt bad that he’d missed his chance to play with the minotaur dick. He decided to give him a reward for being a good boy.
“You can hug me.”
Laios flung his arms around him and squeezed him tight. His sticky cock pressed into Kabru’s gut. The changeling tingle ran all over his body, and the rest of him changed to match his cock.
All this hair was hot.
Laios let out a delighted exhalation. He reached for Kabru’s ears immediately, and rubbed them and tweaked them.
Kabru instinctively flicked them away from his grabby hands. He bared his teeth to warn of his displeasure. The white flash just made Laios’s eyes shine brighter.
“Next time I do this I’m putting you on your belly and biting your neck to make you behave,” Kabru told him, and Laios whined.
“Please please please.”