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In The Game
🕑 Added 2020-10-05 19:52:08 +0000 UTCA little thing I wrote after a little bit of chatter on Discord over Helltaker.
This Friday will be a nice special post - I took up a little writing prompt idea from someone to write a continuation of An American Werewolf In London! It was fun to research a little and try my hand at what might happen afterwards.
"So, tell me about the game," Trent said while sitting back against the large beanbag laying against the floor.
"Man, I don't want to play that with someone else here," Doug groaned from the gaming chair sitting before his desk. He spun in it in short arcs, back and forth.
"Why?" Trent asked, sitting up with his arms on his knees.
"It's, you know man, come on, it's one of those kinda games," the young man said.
"Haha, seriously?" Trent laughed. "A porn game or what?"
"No, not porn," Doug sighed. He adjusted his glasses and then scratched at the pimple on his cheek before snatching his hand away. "Just has some cutscenes that are almost like porn. It's a puzzle game."
"Well, shit," his roommate said. "I'm bored. Fire it up. I like puzzles."
"Aw, dammit. Fine," Doug groaned, knowing there was no way he'd get out of it.
When his roommate got into a mood, there was no ignoring him. And he was in a mood. Lightning flashed while thunder rumbled and rain pelted the side of the building. Trent was supposed to head out to a party at his parent's boathouse but the weather had turned bad, leaving him stuck in the dorms over the weekend.
"So, what do you do?" Trent asked.
"You just go around, solving puzzles and riddles," Doug told him while starting the game. "If you do a good job, you eventually conquer the level and add a girl to your harem. There's a little scene-"
"Harem? What kinda girls?"
"Oh, uhh, demon girls," Doug said lamely while staring at the first puzzle in the room. Blocks shifted as he moved his character around, pushing the onscreen sprites while dodging spikes.
"Yeah?" Trent said, waving his head back and forth. Sweat appeared on his brow and he leaned back in the beanbag as the room spun. Every time he breathed in, he stoked the fires beginning to grow within his chest.
"Yeah, like with goat hooves and everything," Doug continued. "They're sex crazed but you have to beat the level first and then they do whatever you want."
"Mmmm. I- I like the sound of that," Trent moaned, grabbing at his shirt. Sweat soaked the fabric, rubbing his nipples raw. He pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it, exposing his athletic body.
Doing whatever he wants, a voice whispered in his head. It's just right. You like that, don't you? You like doing whatever he says? If he proves himself with this task? If he finishes here, proving his worth? You like that, don't you?
"Yeah," Trent moaned, eyes low and dreamy. "Yeah, I like that."
Yes, you do, the voice continued to cajole, whispering at a slow, hypnotic steady pace in the back of his mind. Monotonous and calm and right.
Dark skin bubbled up around Trent's nipples and his tiny areola widened. He moaned and squeezed the itchy skin on his chest as the flesh swelled and the skin tightened, swirling around his nipple. He bit his lip as he pinched the sensitive little nubs and they began to harden. Nerve endings tripled as the nipple expanded. He could barely hold back a moan as he pinched harder. The mix of pain with rising pleasure was incredible.
Skin loosened beneath the nipples and they slid on his chest as the hardened lines of his muscles began to vanish beneath a thin layer of soft fatty tissue.
The tan he'd worked on began to fade. It started beneath his breastbone as a speck of white that expanded like thick cream spilled over a wide table. Where the paleness touched, his skin became softer. More sensitive. It felt like heat flowing around his body, constantly on the edge of being uncomfortable. He touched himself, massaging the skin in an attempt to alleviate the strange sensation but it only accelerated the changes while tormenting him. His fingers felt amazing against the new skin but it wasn't his fingers or mouth and it wasn't nearly enough.
"Feels, something feels..." Trent moaned quietly, rolling his head. He ran his fingers through his blond hair again and again, pulling at the roots as the color drained, fading to match his new body.
And then they lengthened. He could feel the strands overwhelming his hands as they pooled around the beanbag and down, coursing over the velvet material until they reached his shoulders. His fingers tightened around clumps of the hair and he pulled, dragging his head back with a gasp.
Bones creaked and scraped in his face. His cheekbones lifted while his chin grew narrow. His eyelashes curled over his eyes. He blinked slowly while biting at his lips to hide the moan. Within his jeans, his cock hardened until it pressed against the front of his pants.
A fire lit within the center of his pupils. It grew, consuming the black and surrounding blue while the miniscule red veins turned black.
The young man touched his aching face, swirling his fingers against his lips. They were delicate and responsive and he couldn't stop playing with them, rubbing his fingertip back and forth as they filled out into full, pouty lips. Onyx lines appeared in the rose colored cracks of his lips before spreading to leave his soft lips completely dark.
And still he couldn't stop touching them. Soft blond hairs flaked away from his hands as they softened and compressed within themselves, joints popping painlessly as bones shaved away to leave him with graceful fingers that ached to stroke and caress-
"Cooock," he groaned, dragging his fingers over his lips, pulling them out further before sliding his velvety elegant hand down his chin and against his neck. He laughed lightly as the lights spun above him and he dragged his hands back up through his thick hair, pulling hard once more and groaning at the feel of it.
And then down to his chest. He played with his chest while it began to fill out, stretching the skin as blue veins stood out against his marble-like surface. Fatty tissue pressed against the expanding flesh and milk glands formed in clusters around and beneath his areola. Tentacle-like ducts latched out and new milk duct orifices opened on the very tips of his dark, erect nipples.
His short nails cracked as they lengthened and the ragged edges smoothed into full crescents. He moaned quietly and dragged them against the smooth skin of his still growing breasts, massaging and kneading them before sliding his hands up to his black nipples to pinch them with a sharp, delighted gasp.
Trent's head continued to spin while the voice droned on. He placed his hands to his face, rubbing his sapphire eyes with the palms as the room finally began to settle in place. He tweaked his pert little upturned nose and then groaned when pain blossomed in his stomach.
The young man turned to his side with his fist against his belly. Muscle melted away beneath the still-spreading cream coloring of his skin while bones pushed against his hip, pulling his narrow waist into wide curves.
He reached low, shoving his hands into his pants to grab his cock, pumping it hard as his ass swelled outward. The incredible suppleness of his hands wrapped around his dick reminded him of the many blowjobs he'd received in the past. He squeezed and angled his hand, imitating the feel of a tongue against him as he pictured it. The cock in his hands. And in his mouth.
"No," he whispered but his stroking sped up.
Yes, the voice said. And wouldn't it feel good? Wouldn't it taste amazing? That bare skin against your tongue. The contrast of the thick veins, smooth skin and swollen, reddened head. Leaking pre-cum.
"Noooo," he moaned but he gasped and jerked. And then turned his head to lick the beanbag with a quick dart of his tongue.
Yes, it continued without breaking pace. The salty taste of it while feeling it grow harder in your hands. Stroking and worshipping it while he moans above you. Looking up at him. Staring at him with hungry eyes while your clever little soft hands do their work and your tongue mimics the wetness of your growing pussy. Feeling yourself go insane waiting for him to explode in your mouth. Barely able to hold back your desire for his addictive cum. You're his as soon as you taste it. Nothing will ever, ever compare to it again. You'll crave it all the time. In your mouth. In your pussy. In your ass. You'd do anything for it. Anything. Despite what you think and say. You're a good little slutty girl, ready for command.
"Ruh- ready," he moaned quietly.
Stretch marks formed over his growing breasts before smoothing over and the buttons lining his shirt strained. They held as they pushed out, showing the curves of his chest and the dent caused by his fat nipples. Milk expressed into the fabric and he groaned, rubbing his legs together when the warmth spread over his tits. Finally, the buttons popped, unable to contain his overflowing curves.
White hairs emerged from the midst of the unkempt tangle of his pubic hair. They grew curly and silky soft while the surrounding dark blond hairs detached to lay against his porcelain belly. His orgasm was close but fading and he whimpered quietly.
His long white hairs shifted as he lay panting with his cute pink tongue against his black lips and his eyes closed in concentration, imagining the thick cock in his mouth. His ears simplified, the bumps and whorls flattened as the edges widened. The white coloring spreading over his face darkened almost imperceptibly to pearl as it consumed the backs of his ears. They continued to expand and lengthen, pushing through his hair before drooping under their own weight.
"Almost done," Doug murmured, focused on his game.
Trent's cock softened in his hand and retreated. He whined and yanked at it before jumping when his thumb rubbed the head. Nerve endings exploded within as his cock shriveled and continued to shrink, pulling back until the head lay beneath the nub of skin that would become the hood for his clit.
The seams of his pants trembled. He could feel his thighs expanding until something new opened within him. His eyes shot open and his hand slid down to a warm spot beneath his deflating ballsack. He rubbed himself, twisting his legs together until his pants burst to show snow white bare skin.
The boy shoved his face into the beanbag to hide his scream when his vagina opened for the first time. Slick lubricant greeted his fingers and he accidentally plunged one within as his testicles retreated, pulling back deep inside to become his ovaries.
A new pain throbbed above his ass but he ignored it as he gently fingered his tender new pussy. Bones clicked and snapped, freeing his tailbone to press against the skin of his back. The flesh just above his ass warped as a rounded bone pressed into it and then shoved forward. His short, curly tail grew quickly until it flicked back and forth in time to his thrusting finger. Silver stubble dotted his tail before lengthening to completely hide it and it wiggled enthusiastically behind him.
The seat of the boy's jeans grew damp. He spread his thighs and a tear opened in the fabric to show his slim fingers and his drooling cunt. His clit was swollen and tender and slick above the long, perfect lips of his vagina. As blood rushed to his labia, the white skin brightened to a soft rose color while bulging apart to show his slick, pink inner lips.
"There! I did- oh fuck!" Doug said, turning and shoving back into his chair.
Doug stared at Trent who froze in place, startled by the movement and sound. With his hands between his thick, soft thighs, his arms squeezed his massive breasts together, forcing them forward.
"What the fuck! What the fuck!" Doug yelled.
"Wha- I can't- I can't stop-" Trent whined, once more fingering himself. He dug his feet into the carpet as his toenails grew thick and dark. They connected to neighboring nails in two separate masses to form the start of his cloven hooves. "I'm so hot, Doug. I'm so fucking hot. I can't think. It keeps whispering to me and I keep seeing things and oh god, I just want to taste it. I just want it in my mouth."
Trent stared at Doug and then down, licking his lips and swallowing as he stared at the other man's obvious erection.
"Oh god," Trent groaned. "Oh god. Oh god. I can't stop thinking about your cock. Oh shit, Doug, shit. I'm not- I'm not gay but, shit. Doug. Doug, please. Doug, I need you to- Need you to-"
Trent bleated and jerked his hips before falling forward. He crawled on his knees with his short curved tail raised behind him in excitement. When he reached Doug's bare feet, he groaned and lowered himself, pressing his breasts into the ground while wrapping his thin arms around his head. His hair lay heavily against him and his ears flicked to echo his internal struggle.
"What the- you look like-" Doug said, glancing back at the game.
The screen was frozen at the end of a cutscene where a goat girl was smiling broadly at him. She had her arms out with her hands and fingers made into pretend guns. A single dialogue box displayed beneath her: Sorry, stud. Your princess is in another castle.
And then she winked.
'Goooooood," Trent moaned. His body shuddered as he lifted himself, grabbing onto Doug's pants for support. "I can- I can smell it, Doug. Jesus Christ, I can smell it!"
Cum dripped beneath Trent while he knelt before the other boy. His mouth lay open and his eyes were defocused and staring at Doug's crotch. His small hands tightened into fists and he shook his head, causing his soft, floppy ears to swing beside him.
"You don't have to-" Doug said but Trent's right hand relaxed and crept forward. "Trent. Trent, something's wrong. I- I don't know. Trent!"
Trent's fingers pushed his fly aside to grip his zipper.
"Can't stop it," he moaned while his chest heaved. "Can't stop it. I can't stop it. I need it so bad. The ache is- I'm so empty inside without a- God. I can't-"
The zipper slid down until it reached the bottom and he flicked the clasp of the button.
"Ohhhh fuuuuck," Trent moaned as he stared at the erection barely hidden by Doug's underwear. "Why can't I stop myself, Doug? I'm not- I'm not gay. I'm not. Been. Been in orgies. Small orgies. Next to nuh- naked guys. Fuck. Oh god. Nuh- never was- never interested-"
His tail wiggled frantically behind him as he hooked his fingers into the band of Doug's underwear and pulled down, dragging his nails gently against the other boy's shaft.
"Oohhhhhhhhh," Trent groaned, dipping briefly as his legs gave out. He clutched Doug's pants with his left hand and pressed his breasts into the boy's knees.
"Trent. Trent. You don't-" Doug tried to say.
"I do," Trent answered, walking forward on his knees.
Trent gripped Doug's cock with a heavy sigh.
"I don't- I don't want-" he tried to say but his lips trembled and parted as he began to lean forward. His heavy breasts slid against Doug's legs to rest against the boy's balls and base of his shaft. "Please."
Black lips touched the head of Doug's cock and a small, pink tongue swirled the tip to clean the clear pre-cum covering it. Trent's nostrils flared and his eyes rolled back while his hand slid down, dragging skin with it as he flexed his fist and pulled back up.
"Please," he said again, moaning with the word as he leaned forward with his mouth open. He bleated softly as he wrapped his tongue around his roommate's dick while pushing his head down slowly, enjoying the feel of the boy's soft cock in his hot, wet mouth. His white hair fell against his shoulders and forward to lay on Doug's lap.
"God!" Doug said, reaching forward to grab Trent's head. He clenched his fingers and Trent moaned louder when he felt his hair being pulled.
Dominance, the voice whispered approvingly. You must encourage it. You need it. You need it from him. You must obey.
Trent pulled back with regret and it surprised him.
"Harder," he whined, looking up at Doug through thick, curled lashes as he kissed the boy's cock and licked it, dragging his tongue up to clean his spit. "Harder."
Doug was confused for a moment but finally understood and he pulled Trent's hair, causing the other boy to gasp and bend forward eagerly to return to his blowjob.
"It- it feels good, Trent. Suh- sorry but, oh Christ it feels amazing!"
Trent felt himself blush at the compliment and he quickened his pace, bobbing up and down. He desperately wanted to touch himself, to feel the echo of pleasure between his thighs but he held back. It didn't feel right to take a hand away from stroking Doug's balls or cock. He gently massaged Doug's testicles while caressing his cock when he pulled his head up and then pushed down.
Doug's fingers felt hardened twin lumps on opposite sides of Trent's forward. He flicked them with his thumb and they widened at his touch while curling outward. He reached for them but leaned his head back with a groan while his foot jumped. It was his first time and only the oddness of seeing his previously male roommate giving him a blowjob helped hold him back. His hands accidentally gripped the base of Trent's growing horns.
"Mmmph!" Trent tried to scream as he felt Doug grip him tightly. Despite the thin skin stretched over the horns, he could somehow feel it and, worse, the very act of Doug gripping his horns drove him wild.
Dominance, the voice agreed.
Lost in the blowjob, Doug dragged Trent's head down with his horns and the other boy shoved his trembling ass back in return. Trent could barely contain himself. His breasts rubbed continuously between Doug's thighs and he knew the boy was close. He himself felt pressure building within. An unbearable knot of something growing larger and larger as-
"Fuck!" Doug cried out, shoving hard on Trent's horns until he felt the boy's lips touch the base of his cock.
Trent's loud bleat was muffled as hot cum drilled into the back of his throat. His hooves slammed against the ground when the knot released in his belly, giving him his first orgasm as a woman. He wanted to collapse but he refused to let go, swallowing every load Doug gave him. The taste of it was indescribable.
Forever changed, the voice taunted.
After an eternity, Trent fell back on the soft padding of his wide ass. His tail flicked but then hung limply as he wiped the back of his small hand against his mouth. Before he could stop himself, he licked the string of cum from his hand. His legs spread automatically while his hips lifted in a rocking wave.
"Shit," he gasped, finally. He grabbed his tits and massaged them as they overfilled his hands. Pushing his palms into them while cradling them with his arms. "Can't-"
"Trent, Jesus," Doug groaned, putting his hand over his cock with sudden shame. "We have to- shit, what are we going to do?"
"Never," Trent said before pausing to breathe. His voice was high but soft and seductful. "Never fucking tell anyone what I did. I'll kill you. Never- never again. Fuck. I can't-"
"It wasn't my fault!" Doug said in a panic. He let his cock go in order to grab his underwear.
"Oh," Trent said simply as his eyes focused on the bare cock. He could taste a hint of cum in his mouth but it was already fading and he bleated sadly.
The bottom of Trent's nose pushed forward while the skin lightened to bright pink and the nostrils widened. The bridge of his nose cracked silently while pushing forward.
"Oh," he said again. The emptiness returned but worse than before. It ached. "I- I won't do it."
"Do what?" Doug asked with his hand holding the band of his underwear. His cock was half-hard and bobbing before him.
"I won't," Trent repeated as he licked his lips and leaned forward. "Tell me to do it."
"Tell- what are you talking about?" Doug said.
"Tell me to do it, please," Trent begged. His eyes were wide and his hand latched onto his throat. "I can't- I won't do it. I won't. But- but- but- if you- if you commanded me to do it, I would."
"Jesus, Trent, I can't do that," Doug replied.
"Yes!" Trent said, sitting up while pounding a small fist into the carpet. "You can! Fuck you, you can! Don't you- don't you see I fucking need-"
His voice softened as his ears laid back submissively.
"I need it so bad, Doug," he moaned. "I just- I can't do it- I feel myself giving in but I'm so fucking embarrassed that I- If you told me to do it, I would. I would. God, I would. To feel your cum in me. I need it so bad. So fucking bad. I need your hands on my hair and my-"
Trent touched his horns before dragging his nails down their ringed lengths.
"My horns," he bleated. He was panting now and reaching forward with a trembling hand. "Need. Need it. Please. Please command me. Please please please, god, please."
"Al- alright," Doug swallowed. "Tr- Trent. I want- I want you to fuck me. I want-"
But Trent was already moving, standing on weak legs with his hooves bearing his weight and his tail wriggling as he stepped forward and knelt on the chair astride his roommate. He grabbed the boy's hair while pressing a fat nipple into his mouth and he bleated softly when Doug took the hint to suck at it.
As hands massaged and explored Trent's back, he reached down to grab Doug's cock, lifting it to press between his wet thighs. He lowered himself while swiping it back and forth until he felt it press between his pussy lips.
With a heavy, satisfied sigh, he slid down the cock, tensing the muscles he found within to squeeze Doug's girth until he felt the boy's balls against his throbbing hot pussy lips.
"Tail," Trent moaned, grabbing Doug's hand to guide it to his back. "And ass. Touch me. Grab me. Push me. Force meeeeeee."
He moved, raising his ass and then lowering it slowly, experimenting with his new body to find how it should work. To find the best way to fuck his roommate. The best way to pleasure him while taking what pleasure he could in return. When a fist gripped his tail, he cried out and slammed down hard before leaning forward to brush his nipples back and forth against Doug's mouth.
They began to move together, Doug pressing up as Trent slid down and he felt a pinching pain at the apex when the head of Doug's cock brushed something within him. He squirmed, rubbing his hips back and forth to feel the cock grinding against his cervix before raising his ass and slamming it down.
"Can- can I move faster?" he asked submissively.
"Yes!" Doug gasped before leaning forward to latch onto Trent's nipple again. He gripped Trent's ass hard, kneading the ample flash with one hand while pulling at the tail with his others.
The knot of his orgasm began to build within Trent as he sped up, flexing his ass to force Doug's cock to rub against every ridge and whorl he found within.
"It's inside of me," he moaned. "You're inside of me. Your cock is inside of me. It's so good. So good. So fucking good. I had no idea it could be this fucking good to have a cock inside of me and I just want you to cum again so I can- uuuanh!"
He couldn't seem to stop talking. The words poured from his mouth as pleasure overwhelmed him and his cute voice cried out with every thrust. He was so close, so close to-
Trent trembled while curling into Doug's chest.
"Did- did you cum?" Doug asked.
"Yes," Trent bleated. He leaned back and began to work his hips again. "You don't know. You have no idea. How- how do they- how do they- is it like this for-"
Every touch of Doug's finger's lit his nerves on fire. Just the breath from Doug's mouth puffing over his swollen, wet nipples threatened to push him over the edge. The feel of the tips of his long, white hair brushing against his body was enough to make him scream out. His new body was built for sex and he lost himself in the sensations it provided, slamming his ass down over and over again as Doug's arms tightened around him.
"Uh- uh- Gonna-" Doug tried to say.
"Do it yes god, please, do it, please," Trent moaned without stopping.
Doug's cock swelled and Trent forced himself down until he felt that familiar pinching pain. His body vibrated and jerked and he kicked as his ass bucked by itself, grinding against Doug's lap. He squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, praying every drop would soak into him. That not a single speck of the cum would escape.
"You're so soft," Doug said in awe.
"I like your hands on my body," Trent admitted quietly as he luxuriated in the afterglow of the orgasm. And then he laughed softly. "I'm so fucked. I'm so fucked."
"Sorry," Doug said while rubbing Trent's back. Trent squirmed in return while moaning. "Sorry."
Eventually, Trent slid off to sit on the floor next to him, kneeling obediently without even realizing what he was doing.
"Maybe- maybe if I play more, we can fix it," Doug said.
"That would be good," Trent lied while sliding a hand between his pussy lips. He bent his fingers and gasped before raising it up to his shortened muzzle to lick the excess cum.
He had no idea what he would do now but he was sure Doug would know. He was smart. He'd always been smart. He'd figure a way for them to keep living together without anyone knowing what had happened. To provide for them both.
"Okay, the next level," Doug murmured, stroking his cock slowly with one hand while playing with his other.
And we can fuck, Trent said with a happy, dazed smile, sliding a hand down to his thighs once more. A lot. All the time. Oh god. The feel of his cock. The taste of his cum. Oh fuck. Fuuuuuck. When he unloaded inside of me. Inside of me! My pussy. So fucking good to have it inside. I had no fucking idea! And the way he just used me gooooooood!
Trent stared at Doug's cock with wide eyes. He licked his lips and bleated before going to his hands and knees, crawling towards the beanbag to look behind him. His soft ears lifted and then swayed as he lowered his chest and raised his ass with his legs spread.
"Doug," Trent purred.
"I- Yeah, I'll try-" Doug said before turning. "I'll- Jesus. Jesus, Trent. You- You don't have to- We can fix this maybe."
"There's time," Trent lied. He swayed his ass slowly. Enticing. "Don't you want to feel good, Doug? Don't you want me?"
"Yes," the boy said with a rough voice.
"Then take me."
Doug stood with his cock in his hand. He walked to his roommate and knelt, caressing Trent's ass while sliding his cock between the soft ass cheeks until it pressed between Trent's swollen pussy.
"Maaaaaa!" Trent bleated while shoving back. "FUCK! So. Fucking. GOOD!"
Behind them, a cutscene played where a leather clad goat woman strode onscreen. She watched the pair for a moment with a wicked smile. The screen went black and then showed the computer desktop.
A dialogue box popped up as Trent begged Doug to pound him harder and pull his hair.
Uninstalling...
The box vanished along with the desktop shortcut for the game.
Eventually the screen turned black and the computer put itself to sleep as Trent and Doug fucked through the night to the sounds of thunder and driving rain
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Trent woke in the dark in a panic, touching himself all over.
"Oh thank god," he whispered as he felt the soft skin and the weight of his breasts. He lay back down to nuzzle against Doug's side with his hand resting on the boy's slim chest.
For a brief moment, he'd dreamed that he'd turned back and it had terrified him. The thought of losing the enormous amount of pleasure his body and subservience brought him was horrifying.
As he lay there, the realization of his thought and fear spread over him. He pulled back slowly while sliding towards the edge of the bed. It was wrong, all wrong. Terribly wrong. He was a man. A young man. An athlete with a full scholarship and decent grades. However, his hand lingered on Doug's skin, his fingertips lightly touching the boy's side.
The voice still continued to drone and he found himself slowly stroking Doug's side while staring blankly and listening. Trent shook his head. It was all true. He was all that and it was still there within him. But, he was more now. His body was alive and yearning to be caressed and loved, regardless of what he might think. And his pussy ached in its emptiness. He groaned, hiding his face in the pillow while squeezing his thighs together.
Doug was Doug. He was- he was his roommate. He was- He- He tasted so good. He felt so good when he was-
Trent blushed furiously. His legs began to rub together, perfectly smooth skin gliding effortlessly without dragging. It grew within him, spreading outward from his core and up until he trembled from the need to be fucked.
To be fucked, he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut at the thought. He'd been the one to fuck women, seducing them and banging them in his room or hers or in some random person's room during a party. Only now he had the pussy. His slit was the one drooling at the thought of a fat cock - not just any but Doug's - fat cock pounding into him.
Trent thrust his chest forward with a moan while sliding his legs apart. His head throbbed. His full, sensitive lips parted as he leaned forward to kiss Doug's chest carefully. The boy's skin felt incredible against every part of him but some parts were more responsive than others. And as his body fully awoke once more, he wanted to kiss. He wanted to rub himself against the other boy while kissing him all over. And down, down Doug's chest until he felt the hard, hot cock on his lips and he took him in his mouth.
His thoughts scattered while he mewled in the bed, unable to hold still. He smiled in the dark and his hand slid down Doug's chest. He could feel the soreness radiating from his pussy but he wanted more and he wondered if Doug could get hard again. He loved the idea of trying. Of waking him up with his mouth on his dick. He disappeared under the covers to put his plan in motion.
As he gently kissed the other boy's deflated cock, he let his mind wander.
Would- would he like to see me in sexy girl clothes? I'll- I'll have to learn how to put on makeup. Maybe we can look at pictures to see what he likes and I'll-
The feel of Doug's hand gripping his horn obliterated all thoughts, leaving Trent moaning and focused on the growing erection. The hormones Trent produced naturally now would ensure Doug could almost endlessly be ready to fuck.
In the heat of the moment, nothing mattered more than sex and giving pleasure. And nothing ever would again for Trent.
