With someone like Jill as his girlfriend, it was shocking that Kurt would ever have to blow off steam, but then again…she wasn’t always around.

It wasn’t for a lack of desire to be: Kurt and Jill lived very different, and at that, equally busy lives. Where he was constantly working from home on the computer, Jill was traveling more often than not, and only when they were in the same place did they engage in the kind of action that they were becoming locally famous for.

They didn’t have to work terribly hard at that reputation when they weren’t trying at all to hide what they were doing, and thus far, no location was free of their sensual antics.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank goodness Jill isn’t home right now,” Kurt murmured. “Lord knows she’d find a way to rope me into doing something crazy this afternoon…and I don’t think I’ve got the energy.”

He found it a little easier to look in the mirror and get dressed if he was chatting with himself, but that was especially true when he was still getting used to the different outfits that he donned, given his recent changes.

In the months since the experiment, Jill had pushed him to embrace the fact that he was able to wear an entirely new array of outfits, and finally, Kurt was giving some thought to listening when she wasn’t around to chew his ear about it.

That didn’t make standing before the mirror and lifting the shoulder strap of a one-piece swimsuit over his shoulder any easier…and it was still unusual to see the faintest outline of his labia pressed tight to the fabric of the crotch.

“…No better way to get used to it than forcing yourself to see it, I guess,” the leopard groaned. His tone was morose with the sheer lack of faith in his own words. “And forcing everyone else to see it, if they’re bold enough to look.”

Modest as the outfit should have been, Kurt had no trouble accepting that he was going to get a few glances if he went outside in such an outfit: a flat chest and otherwise masculine expression didn’t do much to draw attention, but along with the shift between his thighs came just the slightest widening of his hips and a subtle roundness to the curve of his backside.

Below the navel, Kurt had plenty of assets to confuse a passerby, and though he was trying his best to embrace Jill’s advice and enjoy the attention, he was still a bit too withdrawn to commit to such a thing without her presence to reinforce his better mood and attitude.

Fortune had it that he knew of a quieter area with a jacuzzi nearby. After such a lengthy week and such difficult hours, he was ready to melt into the heated water and bubbling jets without the concern of being a public display.

**

Kurt and Jill spent so much time at the public pool that it was no wonder that total strangers could pick them out of a crowd.

Even without knowing their names, people laying around the poolside and splashing about in the water would be able to tell who was walking by, and Kurt was trying not to move with such a hurried pace; the last think he wanted was to draw attention to himself when Jill wasn’t there to soak up most of it for him.

“You know there’s no running in the pool area…d-dude…dude; is that you, Kurt?!”

Normally, he wouldn’t have stopped on the way to his destination, but he knew the sound of that voice in an instant. “Chris?”

“Yeah, dude! How’s it going?”

The elk was just climbing down from the tower along the poolside: Jill’s older brother made his living working a couple of different jobs, and throughout the summertime, he could easily be found sitting in a guard tower, working on just how sun bleached he wanted his fur to be.

“It’s…well, I was gonna say that you already know how it’s been going, but we haven’t seen each other in a while, have we?” Kurt realized. The feline was to the point of thinking that everyone close to him already knew about what had happened to him with the failed experiment, but Chris was the type to slip through the cracks, despite his overt presence. “Let’s just say that things have been a little crazy, lately.”

“I’m sure they have been; takes a special kind of person to keep up with my little sister,” Chris joked. “But speaking of that, you…uh…you look like you might be missing something that’s required for the task, if you catch my drift.”

“Pretty much impossible not to catch it when you’re having a conversation with my crotch.”

Chris darted his eyes around, fearful that someone might overhear Kurt speaking about his lack of professionalism: he wasn’t in the mood to lose the cushiest job he’d ever had.

“Well, it…I mean, you’re a guy wearing a full one-piece, so that’s already a little out there, but you should really be going full moose knuckle if that’s the case, and instead, you…well, you look tight.”

“Thanks for not making this awkward in the least,” Kurt’s eyes couldn’t roll fast enough to keep up with the sarcastic gait in his words. “I suppose I’ve got a few things to catch you up on, don’t I?”

“I’d say so…and it just so happens that you’ve caught me at the end of my shift,” Chris admitted. “What were you up to? Just getting ready to have a soak?”

Kurt pointed around the elk, toward the gated area with the jacuzzi. “Over there, specifically. Last thing I need is someone else grilling me with questions; at least I know who you are.”

“A change like that is going to garner you a lot of attention, I’m sure, but…feel free to give me the cliffnotes version when we get there,” Chris offered. “Sounds to me like you’ve already had more than enough shit dumped on you this week.”

**

Working at a pool came with plenty of benefits that Chris hadn’t overlooked: being within a few steps of a jacuzzi at the end of the work day was right up at the top of the list, and he was grinning wide at the prospect of reconnecting with an old friend.

He didn’t realize just how busy his life had become until he had Kurt and Jill to compare himself to; they were every bit as occupied as he was, and seeing how rarely their paths were able to cross was a profound epiphany.

“Basically, the experiment didn’t go quite as planned, and…y-yeah. Here I am now, stuck in this body for at least the foreseeable future,” Kurt explained everything as briefly, if not more so, than requested. “I know the guys at the lab said they were working on ways to reverse it, but before that, they said it was all temporary, so…now I’m not sure what to expect. I’m just trying to make the best of it.”

The leopard was already slinking into the warm, soothing waters of the hot tub; Chris was taking his time, just letting his feet get used to the bubbling heat.

“That’s a pretty huge change to have to come to terms with in such a short amount of time,” Chris admitted. “All things told, you’re handling it pretty well, I’d say.”

“Some days are better than others,” Kurt gave. “But there’s definitely some benefits to the new body…and Jill won’t let me ignore them.”

Chris snickered. “Sounds a lot like her, but what’s she forcing you to do, these days? I feel like I haven’t seen her in months, either.”

“She’s busy, for sure…but she still finds ways to make time for me,” Kurt’s voice gave away his fluster at that, even if he wasn’t showing it. “And she’s determined to make sure that I know all about how great it is to have a pussy…and so far, the only real drawback is having to sit down to pee and remembering to wipe afterwards.”

The elk cocked a brow. “…That’s it?”

“Well, having to clean up after sex is a little awkward,” Kurt confessed. It had been a long time since he had the chance to offer up these details to a close friend, and seeing Chris again after such a gap apart, he felt like he was making up for lost opportunities. “But the sex itself is…w-well, it’s actually pretty great. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, there.”

“That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Chris reminded him, wrinkling his nose at the mention of something so lewd. “At least, I would have to assume that it is…you haven’t been sleeping around on her, have you?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that,” Kurt murmured. “Though she’s definitely pushed me into a few things I never would have expected…and she’s always happy to help me clean up afterwards.”

Chris snickered. “Again, that’s my little sister you’re joking about, but…I’m glad you two seem to be doing well together. I don’t think I’ve even seen her since the two of you started dating.”

“Sorry about all that, honestly. I don’t mean to hog her away from anyone, but a lot has happened in these first few months: we’ve both gotten a lot busier, and pretty unexpectedly, at that. Whenever the topic of family comes up, though…she talks about how she misses you the most.”

“Me? Any reason why?”

“Well, if her wet dream the other night is any indication, I think I can probably connect the dots…but she went into some pretty vivid detail about the things you were doing to her in her sleep.”

For someone who came across as cool and collected, Chris was nearly pale in the face, even through the impressive layer of fur on his muzzle.

“I…uh…I guess that sometimes, people dream about having sex with weird people,” Chris suggested. “I’m sure that’s not the first time someone’s ever dreamt about sleeping with a family member, before.”

“You’re probably not wrong,” Kurt agreed. “But that being said, you and I both know that her dream wasn’t a fantasy…”

Chris gulped.

“One of the first times I ate her out, she grabbed my head…right about where your antlers would have been…and started screaming your name,” Kurt explained, his lips curled into a knowing grin. “After that, she didn’t really have a choice but to come up with an excuse, or confess what she’d already done with you.”

“Heh…well, I guess that cat is out of the bag,” Chris muttered. He wasn’t the type to fluster easily, but there was no way for him to avoid feeling bashful at the fact that his secret relationship with his sister was no longer hidden. “But if you’re talking to me about it this casually, I have to assume you don’t really have a problem with it?”

“Jill’s been nothing but supportive of me since the change, and I’ve been doing my best to keep her satisfied; you know that’s a full time job as well as I do, but the fact is that I don’t have all the tools required to get the job done, anymore.”

“The fact that you can keep her happy without a cock is definitely a testament to your skills,” Chris complimented him. “I honestly didn’t think that was possible.”

“It is, just barely…but I know how she feels about you, and how much you care about her, so…I told her that she could go back to you whenever she wanted. I know how much she still craves getting dicked down, so it only seemed fair that she have an outlet that she can trust for that kind of thing.”

Chris was still beside himself at how relaxed Kurt could be on such a touchy subject, but he was smiling with relief, all the same.

“I always knew you and I were good friends, but I’d call you an honorary bro, if that wouldn’t make this whole thing even weirder,” Chris offered, snickering. “Good to know that you’re both so flexible with the boundaries of your relationship, though…I was already stressing about that conversation; she and I were gonna end up trying to hook up again sooner or later.”

“Hopefully sooner than later. She’s been really stressed out at work and talking about how she needs a good, proper fuck…and I can give her an orgasm, but anymore, I can’t really give her that.”

“I’ll try to return her to you in one piece.”

Kurt chuckled, but there was something more to his laughter: the conversation was going much further than any other they’d had when they saw each other more frequently, and Kurt’s body was proving it had further layers to be explored, given the outside stimuli he’d been denying himself.

Seeing Chris for the first time since the experiment was already thrilling, but the way his inner walls were starting to relax, Kurt knew that his eyes were collecting the sight of the elk in a different manner; he wished he could feel just how hard his friend must have been after such an intimate conversation, but even with a fence around it and an umbrella over their heads, the jacuzzi didn’t provide quite that much privacy.

It was only enough for Kurt to slump down a little further in the hot tub, until a jet designed for the lower back was pushing right against the curve of his rump…and bubbles were tickling their way over the crotch of his bathing suit.

“So occupied with the jets that you can’t even find the effort to respond?”

This time, it was Chris that wore a knowing grin, but Kurt still didn’t reply right away. It was the leopard’s first time feeling that particular sensation against the petals of his entrance, and the fluidity of the water around his body created vibrations that no toy in Jill’s expansive collection could hope to recreate.

Every joke he’d ever heard about a woman sitting in a hot tub too long, or sitting on a washing machine just right, suddenly made perfect sense to him.

“Mmn…mnn…”

Kurt’s eyes lidded slightly as his hips rolled into the jet, his body moving of an accord that he still didn’t have a proper handle on.

“…Dude?”

A louder gasp escaped the leopard, and finally, his own voice was enough to bring him back into the reality of the moment. Embarrassed, but grateful that only Chris was around to hear the sound and see the desperate look in his narrowed eyes, he shook his head vigorously and tried to play it off as if nothing had happened, but standing from the water, his body was giving away too many signs for the elk to ignore them.

Flat and modest as his chest was, his nipples were still poking firm through the delicate fabric of his one-piece, and at the very crotch of the swimsuit, the obvious pout of his folds was making itself known against a slim strip.

The moment he rose from the water, a familiar scent tickled Chris’ nostrils, but Kurt didn’t linger around for him to make another comment.

“S-sorry about that, dude…would, uh…w-would you excuse me for a moment?”

**

It was good luck for Kurt that the men’s side of the locker rooms still had stalls in the showers: he’d been in plenty such places were there were no borders to be had, and in as much, he had to skip a shower until he made his way home, if only for the sake of dodging questions.

This time, he was hoping that enough time under the warm, soothing cascade would be enough to wash away the shame of what he felt, and worse still, how much he acted on the arousal he felt in the elk’s presence.

I guess it makes sense…it’s everything I like about Jill in a bigger, bulkier package…with a huge looking cock, to boot. Of course my body wants that, now…

He wasn’t upset at his transformed flesh for responding a certain way, and he certainly couldn’t blame his inner muscles for continuing to tremble at the thought of what they so obviously wanted. He was trying his best to exercise a greater sense of control, but his paws were still hovering over the crotch of his swimsuit as he leaned into the wall, knowing the risks of what he was thinking of doing in a public place; the walls of the stall didn’t quite reach the floor.

His paws were so obvious from the outside that there was no risk for Chris, when the elk swung the door open behind him and captured the feline in the act.

“…You know I could kick you out of the pool and revoke your guest privileges for this, right?”

Kurt yelped and jumped in place, lifting his paws from his body; his ears didn’t process that it was Chris playing a trick on him until he was already sure that he’d pushed his luck a little too far.

“W…what the fuck, dude?! Why on Earth would you scare me like that?!”

Kurt looked back over his shoulder with a glare, but Chris wasn’t deterred; the elk had already checked the rest of the locker room before pulling the prank.

“Forgive me for being a little forward, but…I wanted to thank you, actually.”

“…Odd way to thank me; giving me a fucking heart attack. What are you even thanking me for?”

“For giving me the chance to spend a little intimate time with my sister again,” Chris explained. “It takes a special kind of person to admit that their girlfriend has a need that only someone else can fill, so I really respect that…and I wanted you to know that the offer isn’t just on the table for her.”

“Glad to know that you’ve made the noble sacrifice of giving your cock to other members of the community.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “I was talking about you, dude. You know that I can tell the difference between water and wetness, right?”

There was an obvious trail of the more glistening liquid on Kurt’s inner thighs when he stood up from the jacuzzi, even if he didn’t realize that was the case.

Having had such a thing revealed to him, he should have known that Chris would still be able to see that against his inner legs, though the streams of the shower were washing things away before they had a chance to gather.

“You really think Jill would be okay with that?” Kurt asked, though he was having trouble ignoring the cry of his body, and his body, in turn, was having no trouble leaning his backside toward the elk as the door of the stall swung closed behind him. “I can’t imagine what she would say if she found us like this…”

“Considering how understanding she’s been of everything else you told me about, she’d probably just ask if she could watch.”

“…That does sound like something she would do…”

“And honestly, dude? I can practically smell the need on you, even in here…if your body is really giving off those kinds of signals, you want to make sure that you turn to someone you can trust.”

Standing nearly a foot taller than his friend and having a thicker, stronger body, there was a sense of control to Chris’ actions that only added to the arousal Kurt felt: the leopard knew he could tell Chris to stop anytime, but there was no part of him that wanted such an outcome.

He wanted to fall into the fantasy that he’d walked into the wrong locker room, and keeping that secret was going to come at the cost of taking the full, tented cock that was starting to rub against the small of his back.

“If you push that thing against my tail one more time, I think…t-think I’m gonna cum…”

Chris was bewildered at just how sensitive the feline could be, but Kurt was still learning things about his new anatomy: there were many kinds of climax that the female body could experience, and thus far, Jill had done her best to educate him on every single one…but she couldn’t provide him with the experience of having his swimsuit pulled taut by the weight of a throbbing tool against the top of his rump.

“If that’s really all it’s gonna take to make you feel better, I guess I’ll just keep going…”

The implied risk was starting to get to Kurt just as much as the physical act itself: ever since he’d been changed, he found himself more in tune with the mental aspects of a thrill, and the fact that someone could walk in at any time and bring their fun to an end wasn’t lost on him.

Far from that, it was adding a little bit of a delight every time his one-piece was scrunched by the aggressive weight of Chris’ member…and trembling legs were just the first sign of a small, sensory release.

“That won’t be enough…t-that…that’s just gonna drive me f-fucking crazy,” Kurt admitted, but in his voice, there was more than that admission: there was the acceptance of just how powerful his lust had become, and the quivering in his knees was followed by digits that shook with all the same intensity as they reached back toward the impressive elk. “If you’re really gonna pull this kinda shit, j-just…hurry up and fuck me…”

This time, it was Chris that was left bewildered, but he was delighted to see the feline clawing and scraping at the front of his swim trunks. Enough feeble efforts were made to pull the drawstrings apart, granting him the first look at what appeared to be a proper, cervine cock…

…But that didn’t explain the full, thick knot that he saw hanging out near the bottom of the shaft.

“If that’s really what you’re in the mood for, well…I think you can tell that I’m happy to oblige.”

“Clearly,” Kurt joked. “But do you care to explain that? Pretty sure you’re the first deer I’ve ever seen with one of those.”

Chris wasn’t quite flustered, but his grin faltered as Kurt ogled the length that escaped from the opened trunks. “Long story short?”

“If you would.”

“All these odd jobs have been paying off, and…I decided to go out and try one of those new enhancement surgeries, myself. Would probably sound kinda crazy to most people, but after hearing how much fun it could be to tie with someone, I decided I’d give it a whirl…the doctors that took care of it claimed that it was pretty easy to reverse, if I ever got tired of it…but I haven’t even had a chance to break it in yet. You’d be the first.”

Kurt blinked. “The first? You been going through a rough dry spell, or did you need to wait a little bit to recover, first?”

“A little bit of both, but trust me, I’m all healed up now…and I’m not sure I can stand here any longer without throwing you up against that wall and fucking you silly.”

Precum was already dripping down the back of the modest, navy swimsuit that still clung to Kurt’s body. The sight of that alone was enough to draw a quick curl from the base of his tail, the eager appendage looping down and wrapping around the base of Chris’ shaft with an enticing grip.

“Not that I can pretend I don’t wanna know how that feels, but…I’ve only just started playing with it,” Kurt pointed out. The very ends of his fingertips were just able to reach the unique, cervine tip of Chris’ length, but with a quick wiggle away from the wall, he was able to press his palm to the middle of the shaft, capturing it for a quick, teasing stroke. “You’re not really gonna go in the deep end without more of a warmup, are you?”

The fact that Kurt was trying to make something silly out of the act was helpful, much as he didn’t think it would be.

There was no denying their previous friendship, and both were silently worried about the way that this might change how they saw each other…but in the heat of that moment, with such a lewd shift in tone from the desperate leopard, Chris could feel his concerns melting away, little by little.

The outward display of the same was staining Kurt’s fingertips as he explored the tender, silky flesh of that warm shaft.

“I’ve been watching the deep end all day long,” Chris explained. “I appreciate your concern, but you’re the one who came here and didn’t even jump in the pool…pretty sure you’re the one who needs a warmup.”

Kurt would have made a gesture to the fact that he was already dripping wet, if Chris wasn’t busy reaching down and pushing a single digit against the crotch of his swimsuit.

For the first time, the leopard had a proper appreciation of just how much larger his friend was, and against the pressure of that singular touch, he was struggling to keep his balance in the stall of the shower…and only a breath of wherewithal kept Chris from going too much further, as he had.

He moved the stream of the showerhead away from their bodies, knowing from his numerous romps in the shower with Jill that too much water was a bad thing: the natural moisture that Kurt would produce was all they were going to need.

“That’s…t-that’s enough,” Kurt tried to protest, feeling the digits sneak around the crotch of his swimsuit for a first, teasing bit of penetration. “Trust me, Chris…I’m a-all warmed up now…y-you don’t need to…oh…o-oh fuck…ignoremepleasejustslidethatfingerinmerightthefucknow-

Kurt sucked in a gasp and silenced himself as Chris leaned his weight over the feline: fangs sunk into flesh as the leopard tried to keep himself quiet, but there was no ignoring the blissful combination of a full, deep push from the elk’s finger and the weight of a massive cock against his lower back, throbbing constantly as a reminder of what was coming next.

He never would have believed that would be enough to get him off, but inner muscles were already starting to grip and milk around the lucky digit, well before Kurt could find the words to tell Chris what he’d just done.

Previous experience was more than enough for Chris to fill in the gaps; he was grinning wider and wider with each clench around that first finger, and a second was begging for entry as he added a little more pressure to the situation, leaving Kurt against the wall of the shower stall with no hope for purchase, save for coiling the slack of his tail around Chris’ lower back.

“You still wanna skip that warmup? Cause it sure feels like you’re happy with it right now…”

With his thumb pressed to Kurt’s tailhole and his other finger hooking up into the passage of his sex, Chris didn’t realize how much he was doing to keep the leopard upright until his other arm, wrapped around the slender waist of the feline, felt the brunt of that weight leaning against it.

Kurt’s toes were curled with obvious pleasure, but his legs practically failed him, leaving him suspended between the throbbing length of the elk and the cold, unforgiving embrace of the tiles before him.

“Came so hard that you can’t even talk? No wonder Jill has so much fun with you…”

Talking would have been a good starting point, once Kurt found his legs again; he was in no rush to do either such thing.

Right then, he was perfectly content to be pressed into the wall, his claws raking over the tiny gaps in the tiles and ripping at the old, aged grout.

Something about leaving his mark in such an intimate way felt appropriate, when he was still letting the elk leave a similar mark within him.

“You…y-you’re really f-fucking good with those hands, Chris…h-how many times have you done this to Jill, honestly?”

Despite the sensuality of that moment, Chris couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “Oh, dude…it’s not like I’ve been keeping count or anything like that.”

Kurt was grinning against the wall. “Gonna guess it’s a pretty high number, regardless. Feels like you know exactly what you’re doing back there…Jill wouldn’t let you get away with keeping those fingers off of her.”

“They’re a good start, but you and I both know that they aren’t enough for her, when all’s said and done,” Chris pointed out. “And if you’re anything like her, this is probably just firing you up even more, isn’t it?”

“It was just what you called it,” Kurt agreed. “A proper warm up, but…you’ve still got a long way to go before you can say that you’ve satisfied me.”

“So the onus is on me, now?”

Kurt’s tail lifted toward the underside of Chris’ neck, sliding up along his chin and flicking him with a playful stroke. “What are friends for, if not bending you over in a shower and fucking you silly?”

It was relieving to know that Kurt wasn’t looking too far into what the act could mean for their relationship: that little bit of extra reassurance was going a long way to keeping Chris comfortable in taking things one step further.

“Pretty sure most friends don’t do this kind of thing, but…you and I are peas in a pod right now, aren’t we?” Chris noted. “Both sporting a few modifications and putting them to the test like this…”

“Don’t tell me that you were worried about someone accepting yours?”

“Well, not everyone is into hybrids, and I worried some people might jump to that conclusion if they saw a knot down there,” Chris admitted. “Being able to try it out for the first time with you is actually…w-well, it’s really comforting, honestly.”

At that, Kurt was grinning. “You look relieved, but I can tell that you’re not relaxed yet. Why don’t you and I see if we can change that?”

Fingertips slipped away from Kurt’s passage, revealing the long, messy strands of natural arousal that the elk collected in his efforts. He didn’t have any shame about pulling his digits to his lips and giving that juice a taste, but between the scent and delicate, enticing flavor, he felt as if he was losing the ability to see Kurt as a friend, even if only for the rest of their shower.

For that time, he looked down and saw a desperate, little kitty in need of the kind of milk that only he could provide…and the bulk of a knot would make sure that Kurt got his fill before all was said and done.

“Pretty sure I’m not gonna relax until you and I are all done here. Last thing I need is to go losing my job over having a little fun with you in here…but I can think of a way to blow off steam until we’re all settled, at least.”

Kurt knew that Chris was testing his patience: he made that much clear with a firm push of his backside, right into the standing lap of the elk. “You and me both, so hurry up and do it.”

Still allowing the ever-present need of his body to call the shots, Kurt was past the point being bashful about his needs, but he still wouldn’t be able to wrestle control from his friend. He was perfectly fine with the same, and quietly loved the idea of having his body slammed into the tiles over and over again as they carried on, but that was his mind filling in the gaps of a fantasy that had yet to occur.

The first touch was surprisingly delicate: the tip of a cervine’s length made for smooth and comfortable penetration, but it was the way that Chris controlled the weight of his larger body and gave Kurt a moment to adjust that left the feline’s knees trembling, this time.

Kurt wasn’t expecting any tenderness from a man that was so fond of pranking him, but at the heart of it all, Chris knew what kind of weight and length he was packing between his legs…and he’d be more than happy to share every inch of it with the slender leopard when he’d proven that he could handle it at a slower pace.

“You keep begging for me to fuck you like that, and you’re g-gonna get exactly what’s coming t-to you,” Chris warned him, his voice already letting out subtle hints of the pleasure he felt. “Being eager doesn’t make up for being experienced, y-you know…”

“Now’s probably a great time to admit that I’ve taken one this big before,” Kurt chimed in. “Though I do appreciate you caring so much about my wellbeing.”

“…You would be a size queen, dude.”

Greater force came with the next push, as Chris stepped into place and reasserted himself behind his friend, giving him no choice but to cling to the wall.

The leopard tried to push back and prove that he could take more of what was offered, but against the massive, domineering elk, he was utterly helpless…and he was starting to like that.

“Not sure anyone’s ever called me that before…but they’ve come up with plenty of other names for me…a little more flattering than that,” Kurt admitted. “Not that you’re the first person to wrap me around something the size of my f-fucking forearm…”

“And here I was, hoping that I might be the first person to take you at all, much less with something this big,” Chris admitted. “Kinda wish I would have let you try it before I modified it, but now…you’ll just have to get used to the knot, I guess.”

Kurt didn’t want to give away too much of his history right off the bat, but he couldn’t help a silly grin when memories of his time at a similarly named strip club flooded his thoughts. “Trust me, dude…I’m…a…already used to them…”

Hearing the strain in the feline’s voice, Chris tried to listen to his better judgment and take his time, but his body was leading the charge and moving away from anything that could be considered gentle.

As much as he’d worked Kurt u pin the process of getting ready for that first pump, there was no resistance left, save for the natural limits of Kurt’s passage when Chris stretched it out…and a hammering thrust to follow wouldn’t bring any protest from the eager leopard.

It only brought out a high, whimpering moan; the sound carried easily through the clouds of steam that filled their stall, but it wasn’t just a delight to Chris’ ears.

“…How many people are you gonna fuck in this locker room? Seriously…anyone else would have been fired a dozen times by now, I bet.”

Some part of Kurt wondered if Jill was sneaking up on them: she worked at the pool herself, and as a lifeguard, she could have easily made an excuse to head into the men’s lockers, if she were so inclined.

The voice was a bit too deep and thick to be female, but whoever it was, they’d pushed open the door just enough to pause and admire Chris’ handiwork; they didn’t seem to recognize Kurt just yet, but the feline was facing away and pressed into the wall, keeping any of his more discernable features hidden.

“Anyone else would have been caught a dozen times, but this is one of the first, for me,” Chris explained, his hips keeping the pace and pummeling into Kurt’s soft, yielding ass all the while. “If you feel like sticking around and watching, you might learn a thing or two…”

“And if you feel like sticking around, you’ll probably end up getting caught by someone who can actually do something about this, but…you do you, man.”

“Actually, I’m doin-

“Shut up and fuck me, dude.”

Kurt’s growl kept his name from being spilled, but the sound of his voice was reason for pause: even from that distance, the passerby could see the way that Kurt’s pussy was being stretched from behind, leaving him to wonder about the identity of the person pinned by the elk.

They gave a shrug, but given the intensity of the action before them, they thought better of standing and watching too much longer, given the lack of places to take care of the erection that was sure to follow such a display.

Once he was gone, Chris was snickering. “What’s the matter, Kurt? Didn’t want someone knowing that your best friend was fucking your brains out at the pool?”

“Don’t forget that y-you’re in very elite company…n-no one else…really knows…”

“What’s that? Feels like you’re starting to fade out on me a little bit…”

Chris had every right to be arrogant, but adding his teasing nature to the skillful gait of his hips was simply unfair. Much as he tried, Kurt couldn’t find a way to focus when he could feel his inner walls being stretched to such an incredible limit already, and beyond the puddle of water forming around the drain, there were trails of liquid arousal spilling from his petals, soaking the plentiful flesh of a modified shaft for what came next.

Neither one of them wanted to rush through that first round, but Kurt felt as though he was just riding the smaller orgasms between the big ones, and Chris would only be able to play pretend for so long; lasting inside of such a tight, eager passage was an exhausting task in the best possible way.

“You just worry about lasting a little longer.”

There was still a degree of intensity to Kurt’s voice, but he wasn’t giving it all he had just yet: he was embracing the state of being overpowered and taken by a worthy male.

As long as Chris had something left to give, Kurt would gleefully take it…but the curl of his tail around the back of the elk’s rump had a greater effect than he ever would have anticipated.

It was akin to smacking a bull square across the ass: like a switch had been flipped, Chris moved from taking his time and feeling out the process to pounding hard against his friend…and a foolhardy leopard could only arch his back and lift his backside to better meet with each and every domineering thrust.

“You keep talking like that…k-keep touching me that way…and I’m not g-gonna be able to hold back…”

Kurt’s toes were curling at the tiles in the floor as he looked for any form of purchase, but he was delighted to be forced onto his tiptoes just to meet with the peak of the elk’s advances.

That upward curve of the cervine length was hitting places he’d never imagined within his passage, and each stroke was bringing a fresh burst of pressure to each little spot, showing Kurt that he still had plenty to learn about the sensitive passage that he’d been blessed with.

Jill’s never been able to hit an angle like this…and Rainier never took me in this pose before, Kurt thought, struggling to limit his thoughts to an internal dialogue. I had no idea there were so many nerve endings up top like that…feels almost like there’s two cocks in there at once…

He couldn’t properly describe it in the depths of his mind, much less with the words that gathered at his tongue.

What he could convey was how much closer he was getting to the more powerful orgasm that kept taunting his thoughts and teasing at every nerve in his body, forcing him to seize up against the ramming elk: opting to listen to the urges of his body instead of trying to overcome them, Kurt relaxed the best that he could and allowed his mind to do the same.

Paws went flat against the floor of the shower stall as Chris picked up the pace that much further, pumping into his friend with such volition that the weight of his full, hanging orbs slapped against the inner thighs of the feline, impressing him with not just their weight, but their posture.

Even those were almost enough to send Kurt tumbling into the puddle below, but as long as Chris followed him down and kept spearing him, over and over again on the end of his tool, he wouldn’t dare to complain about such blissfully rough treatment.

“Dunno h-how much more of this I can take, Kurt…you’re squeezing me like…j-just like Jill used to…”

“Learned from the best,” Kurt let out a brief, desperate huff as his claws finally lost their grip on the wall, leaving his chest to meet with the tiles next.

Like a wild beast pouncing on a wounded prey, Chris lunged forth and pushed upon the feline, hiking up his leg and catching the underside of his thigh with a paw; there was nowhere left for Kurt to go, and no choice but to stand in the unique pose while he took the brunt of his friend’s entire member on each pass.

He knew he was cumming even before he had the chance to say it out loud, but there was one last memory of the fact that they were in a public place.

Just at that moment of truth, he bit down on his lower lip and glared back over his shoulder at Chris, pushing the elk right to the brink with nothing more than the sensual desperation of his gaze.

“Hardly fair to pull an old trick of hers out on me like that, but…if you’re not gonna play fair…I won’t, either.”

There was a certain hesitance to Chris, as if he knew the outcome of his actions before he took them: there was arrogance, in a word, to the way that he moved just a little bit faster, showing what kind of pace a cervine body could produce when it was pushed to the utmost limits.

With his member stretching Kurt to the brink and sending excess juices to the floor in a growing puddle, Chris could only assume that the panting, quivering leopard would be reduced to utter silence, or pushed into a frenzy of high-pitched moans by the depth and speed of his advances.

For a moment, the elk couldn’t believe that his friend was taking the whole of his cock with such ease, but inner muscles were already fluttering before Kurt’s lips opened again, and the little bit of control in his stare completely faded by the blank depths of an orgasmic haze.

“Oh…f-fuck…oooooohfuckme…”

Panting rapidly and bouncing on his one leg, Kurt was doing all that his body would allow in a valiant attempt to milk Chris of his seed, but the elk wasn’t wearing any protection…and he had no idea the extent of the experiment that had been done to his friend.

“Kurt, I g-gotta slow dow-

“Don’t you dare…d-don’t you fucking think about slowing down, Chris…I’m cumming…I’m c-cumming!”

“Damn…y-you just had to wait til…r-right fucking now…”

Growling low and leaning over his friend’s back, Chris tried to find the words to ask Kurt where he wanted the impressive load, figuring it would be easier to wash out of the swimsuit than anything else…but Kurt, for his part, had one more trick left up his sleeve.

With one leg already being lifted by the elk, the leopard turned slightly and kicked his other leg back around Chris’ thigh, forcing the cervine to step in a little closer and support his full weight on the crest of his next thrust.

Stepping into the act and feeling Kurt’s vaginal passage encompass the entirety of his shaft, Chris lost his voice to the heavenly delight of gravity’s assistance; hopping up to a vertical posture was a bold move on Kurt’s part, and his reward was the weight of a thick, added knot at the very bottom of that thrust, forcing their bodies to tie together at the very peak of their pleasures.

Gasping into Kurt’s ear and struggling to keep him upright, the elk held his friend against the wall, pinning him in place as his orbs twitched against Kurt’s inner thighs. Seed gushed up into the clenching, eager passage and utterly soaked it with the first throb alone, but by then, Kurt knew better than to think he was getting way with just one gush of seed.

Thick, virile cum soaked him all the way up and through the depths of his passage, splashing up into the welcoming embrace of his womb and flooding him to the point that even through a delightful tie, there was no way to avoid some of the mess leaking back out…and as trails of slick, messy white poured back over the sack that produced them, Chris could only imagine how much evidence they’d be leaving behind when they were finally able to separate again.

In that immediate aftermath, Kurt couldn’t imagine his body stretching properly to allow the knot back out, and a moment of panic broke through the otherwise unflappable calm that had washed over his body.

What if he really can’t get it back out? He wondered. What if we’re stuck like this until a fucking ambulance comes or something?

He still didn’t properly understand the ins and outs of a canine’s anatomy, or in this instance, the modified anatomy of an elk: in either case, Chris would be able to relax his own bodice enough to grant them the freedom they were going to need, once the waves of endorphins stopped crashing on their respective shores.

With that quiet understanding, neither one of them was in a rush to pull things apart again, and Kurt was silently delighted to feel throb after throb from within, knowing the pleasure that his friend felt by the sheer rattling of his flesh on the inside.

“I thought an orgasm only lasted a f-few seconds for a guy,” Kurt pointed out, able to see the small bulge of cum welling up at the very base of his tummy. “Seems like you’ve been spilling over for a few minutes, by now.”

“Side effects of having some canine attachments added down there,” Chris explained in brief, his voice still strained by the pleasure of each deep, satisfying tremble of his manhood. “It’s like my balls can’t be drained, no matter how many times I get off…it’s…p-pretty fuckin’ great, honestly.”

Keeping his paw right where it was and feeling the added pressure of yet another small gush of seed, Kurt wondered just how accommodating his body really was, on the other side of the experiment.

This was proving a great litmus test for what he could honestly handle, and exhausted legs were delighted to reach the floor once more as Chris’ member gave the first sign that it was ready for a break, itself.

“Starting to s-slip out a little bit…g-guess I was only able to keep it going for a f-few minutes after all,” Chris confessed. He was still an elk, at the heart of it, and the canine modification to his flesh was the kind of thing that he had to practice with, if he was ever going to get the full swing of it. “Hopefully that was as much fun for you as it was for me…not to be weird, but…y-you’re really fuckin’ tight, dude.”

“Between the two of us, I don’t think there’s any way we can avoid it being at least a little weird,” Kurt admitted. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy myself, though. That was pretty amazing, Chris…”

Realizing that Kurt was talking about their transformed bodies, more than he was about their situation being weird, Chris took a sigh of relief and eased back a little further, letting greater trails of excess cum spill back over the flesh of his shaft.

“Give yourself some credit,” Chris argued. “I didn’t know you could be that flexible.”

“Not like I’ve ever had this kind of excuse to show you,” Kurt noted. “I’m glad it didn’t freak you out when I turned on your body like that.”

“Freaked out is not the way I’d describe it, no.”

There was a greater chuckle of relief; a shared laugh between the two, as Chris yielded to the softer flesh of his own member and watched as it slipped completely free, sending a torrent of his own juices to the floor and leaving Kurt with an obvious gape…a pleasant reminder of just how forceful he’d been with the slender leopard, and a mark of pride for the elk, himself.

“You sure this isn’t gonna make things weird between us?” Chris asked, unable to help the stirring of another bout of arousal.

Given the lewd display of an exhausted, dripping feline spread out before him, it was hard to blame him for having such a reaction, but at the heart of the matter, he and Kurt were friends first; he still didn’t want to lose a friendship over having another place to dip his wick.

“Nah…just means that you’ve got one more person to try and keep pace with,” Kurt suggested. The leopard was still so occupied with the bulge at the top of his tummy that he looked genuinely disappointed to see so much of the mess spilling back out of his body, but feeling those full, thick strands of cum pour over his petals was a delight that he hadn’t been planning on. “Doesn’t really change who we are to each other, I don’t think.”

“So…friends with benefits?”

“Emphasis on whichever part of that statement makes you feel more comfortable.”

Chris was delighted to hear that, but if he stayed around any longer, he was going to lean back into the benefits of their changed friendship…and he’d already taken enough of a risk giving Kurt such a fulfilling and noisy interlude in such a public place.

“Speaking of keeping up with people…I’d better go check on Jill. Goodness knows what she’s been up to this whole time,” Chris suggested. “Hopefully she won’t be upset at me for knocking off early, today.”

“Could you, uh…turn the showerhead back on me before you go?” Kurt asked, struggling to reach up high enough to get his paws on the end of the metal cone. “Think I might need an actual shower now, thanks to you.”

“That’s a funny way of saying ‘thank you,’ but that’s okay,” Chris sneered. “I knew what you meant.”

The quick lift of a middle finger from Kurt was, despite being so rude, a proper relief to Chris: it was a stronger signal that things were perfectly fine between them than any of the words they’d offered each other.

“Of course, I should thank you for getting cum all over my favorite bathing suit.”

“Hey, if you’d just managed to keep it all in…”

Chris swung the door of the stall shut just in time not to have a bar of soap chucked at his head.

“Trust me, dude…if it was that easy, that’s exactly what I would have done.”

Looking down at himself and letting a softer smile cross his lips, Kurt couldn’t pretend that he was against the idea of seeing Chris as more than a friend, but for the time being, another person that he could trust in the bedroom was all that he was after, and for what he could tell, his longtime friend was going to be just fine with that arrangement.

If their interactions always ended with him being a cum-soaked mess in the corner of a shower stall, Kurt didn’t think he’d have a problem with that, either.

“Just wish this stuff was easier to get out of fur…I swear, it’s like trying to wipe slime away from itself…”

The short crop of his fur texture was far preferable to the idea of being a long-hair variety of feline: he didn’t even want to think about how much work they had to do to get a mess out of their fur after an intense romp, given how hard it was for him to scrub the excess away from his inner thighs.

Even when the majority of what was left on his fur and his bathing suit had been washed away, there was no pretending that Chris gave Kurt more than he’d realized: just one step outside of the stall was enough to shift things around within the leopard, allowing another streak of excess to spill from his labia and over the crotch of his bathing suit…

**

“Goodness…y-you…something’s definitely gotten into you, Chris…you’re going so much h-harder than you usually do!”

Chris took his work as a lifeguard very seriously: his endurance was no joke, as a result of the same training.

Even if he told Jill what he’d just been doing with Kurt in the locker room, she wouldn’t have believed what they’d done together…but she’d have no trouble believing that a romp with someone else was what had fired him up to bend her body over the desk in her office with such an eager touch.

“Just wanted to make sure my little sister knows how much I appreciate her being a part of my life…is that so wrong, Jill?”

She narrowed her gaze at him, but maintaining any sense of accusation in her stare was proving difficult; thrust by thrust, her expression was being reduced to one of pure desperation, as she tried to stave off her climax.

“You’ve never been t-the cheesy type…now I know something’s gotten into you…”

Spread in a wide, flat eagle over the middle of her desk, Jill would have been an enticing sight to anyone lucky enough to happen upon the office, but it was her own brother that arrived, stripped her out of her bathing suit and pushed her over that same piece of furniture, leaving her to gasp at the intensity and aggression in his approach.

Sweet and innocent as she might have sounded with that gasp, it only fueled the fire that was already burning in her brother, and seconds later, she was chewing the side of her own wrist to keep from singing the loudest song of his praises.

“Pretty sure that you’re the one with something in them,” Chris teased. “I’d be happy to double check…”

Pumping so hard that the bulge of his cock was a visible outline against her petite torso, Jill couldn’t help throwing her head back and screaming aloud, but once more, she managed to stifle her moans with the tips of her own fingers.

The last thing she wanted to do was rouse suspicion to the office with something as scandalous as a romp on her own desk, but if the district managers saw her being plowed by her own brother, she couldn’t imagine what it would do to their respective careers.

“If you keep…f-fucking me like that…y-you’re gonna make me cum all over my desk, you jerk…”

“And if you’re seriously gonna complain about that, I’m more than happy to stop and leave you hanging.”

Jill narrowed her eyes, not wanting to look or sound as desperate as she felt, hearing that threat.

“If you even think about stopping now-

“You’ll do that thing where you squeeze up on him really, really tight and try to milk it out of him by force, instead?”

She was expecting Chris to mock her efforts with something, but her ears were perked to the sound of that voice: it wasn’t her brother that spoke to her, and just knowing that, her eyes shrunk into tiny dots of panic, trembling within massive pools of white.

Looking to the door of the office and realizing that she’d left it unlocked, she only knew a modicum of relief to hear it locking behind the person who’d come in, but she didn’t allow her panic to raise her voice or pull her body from her brother’s length.

If anything, that moment of shock forced her to seize up on his shaft and hold him that much tighter, but even when she saw who it was standing behind the elk, she wasn’t able to calm down.

“Oh…s-shit…Kurt, I don’t…I mean…I know this has to look bad, I promise, if you just gimme a minute, I can explain everything.”

“If you’ve got something to explain, it’d only be fair that I explain myself, too.”

Cocking a brow at her boyfriend and wondering what he could mean, she tried to keep it in the back of her mind to ask him about it…but he was already walking beside Chris and approaching the desk, as if what he’d seen was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Kurt, y-you…yo-

His lips sealed against her own as he leaned over the side of the desk to meet with her, eager to know the taste of her flesh once more. Just as much as Chris was spurred on by their earlier romp, Kurt was filled with a new sense of appreciation for Jill and how flexible she could be about the boundaries of their relationship; he wanted her to know that he still extended her that same courtesy.

There was a hint of a taste on the end of Kurt’s muzzle that Jill was intimately familiar with, and as he drew in closer to her and pressed his tongue upon her flesh, she gleaned the scent of her brother’s own body almost immediately, leaving her with a certain sense of understanding.

It was Chris’ cum that was leaking over the thin crotch of Kurt’s bathing suit and staining the desk as he straddled it, and the very same elk was reaching his fingers down to explore the slowly calming passage of Kurt’s womanhood, wanting to know just how much of a mess was left…and how much longer it would be before the leopard was ready to go another round.

A sudden, knowing grip made it clear that Kurt could have gone again right then and there if he were so inclined, but he wasn’t going to get in the way of something as beautiful as what Chris and Jill shared: he was just there to enhance the experience if he could, and show his appreciation for his girlfriend in the process.

The depth of his kiss was such that Jill would never question his dedication, and with each and every pump of her brother’s length into her eager passage, she added another layer to their kiss: first meeting his lips with an equal intensity, then pushing right past his fervor, and finally, letting her tongue free to meet with his own in the open air, eager to dance and curl around it for a sample of her brother’s spilled mess.

Fucked him silly and couldn’t help yourself taking a taste, could you? She thought, silently accepting that she and Kurt were going to be fighting for her brother’s time and energy from there on out. The way you move, I can’t believe he’s got energy to spare, but I’m so glad he does…

After her own long day, Jill was aching with a terrible stress, and the two men most qualified to relieve her were working on her at the same time; she’d never be able to outlast them when they worked in tandem, and as she’d come to learn, they made quite the impressive team.

As she felt his tongue brushing down on her own and sharing that intimate sample of her brother’s seed with her, Jill wrapped her arms around the back of Kurt’s neck and held him close. An assisting push from behind eased the leopard into place, but fingers stayed right where they were, pumping into his snatch anew and spreading his inner muscles for what could easily turn into a second round.

Kurt, for his part, was happy to wait on the desk and contest with the fingertips of the elk: it was Jill’s turn to have a little fun with the massive cervine, and muffled whimpers couldn’t tell even half the story of how grateful she was for the chance…