Club Genesis

Written by Phantasmagore

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of adult fantasy involving fictional characters. The author does not condone any of the illegal or immoral actions portrayed within.

“So… what do you do for fun?”

The possum sitting across from Henry just shrugged and mumbled something unintelligible. Henry’s eye twitched, and he barely resisted the urge to bang his head against the table. It became apparent pretty early on in their date that the two of them weren’t hitting it off, but the least the marsupial could do was give him something to work with.

The slim, purple-furred rabbit stood up. “Listen, it was nice meeting you, but I think I’m going to get going.”

The possum just replied with a lame “Okay,” and Henry walked away. He’d learned from experience that when going on a first date through an app, it’s best to go somewhere that you pay for your food upfront. That way, he got to skip the agony of realizing that it wasn’t a match, and then sitting in awkward silence until the check arrived to set him free.

‘Another chance. Another failure. Is one good date really too much to ask for?’ he thought as he drove home. Henry had been using this dating app to try to find a guy for almost eight months now, with no luck. The best he’d gotten was the occasional one-night stand, but those ultimately left him feeling unfulfilled. They were good for getting off in the moment, but Henry wanted something that would last.

‘I need to talk to somebody,’ he thought. ‘Just to get it off my chest.’

At a stop light, he picked up his cellphone and quickly scrolled through his contacts, stopping on the name “Finn Rapids.” He pressed the call button and waited, praying that the cheetah would answer.

It felt like he was sitting there for minutes, listening to the droning buzz of the phone ringing, even though it couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. Finally, there was a quiet click, and then he heard a familiar voice. “Hello?”

“Hey, Finn,” Henry said, “it’s Henry. Is it alright if I come over to your place right now? I really need to talk, but I didn’t want to just show up if you’re busy.”

“Um… no, I’m not busy. I was just having a movie night with Charlotte.”

Charlotte was Finn’s daughter. Henry didn’t know all the details, but apparently, a drunken hookup with a girl in college had ended with her dumping a kid in Finn’s lap and fucking off to who knows where. Finn, to his credit, took the responsibility seriously, and decided to raise her as a single father.

A hint of worry bled into Finn’s voice as he asked, “Hey, is everything okay, Henry? What happened?”

“I’d rather talk about it in person. I can get to your apartment in ten.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then.”

“Thanks, Finn. Bye.” Henry hung up, taking a deep breath to reassure himself. This was the right choice, he told himself. He needed to share the doubt and frustration whirling around in his head. Pressure was building inside of him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he hit his limit and burst if he didn’t let some of it out.

The dread eating away at him grew with each passing minute. By the time he reached Finn’s apartment, he was questioning whether this was a good idea. It was too late to back out, now, though. Finn was sure to have questions if he suddenly called saying he wasn’t coming after all. With that in mind, Henry buried his nerves and knocked on his friend’s door.

There were a few moments of quiet before Henry’s long ears picked up the faint sound of approaching footsteps. He heard the lock sliding out of the way, and then the door swung open to reveal Finn.

The cheetah stood a solid five or six inches taller than Henry. Like Henry, he was lanky for his species, although that still left him with a noticeably broader and more athletic frame than the soft rabbit. The patterns of black spots covering his otherwise yellow fur were as mesmerizing as ever. Most of the time, Henry’s eyes couldn’t help wandering across his friend’s pelt and tracing imaginary shapes from one spot to the next.

This time, though, Henry’s gaze was fixed on the floor, embarrassment prickling at him. Now that he was here, his problems felt so trivial. ‘I’m just going to burden Finn,’ he thought. ‘Maybe I should just apologize for interrupting and leave.’ 

Before he could act on the thought, though, Finn was already ushering him inside. He was led into the cheetah’s living room, dropping onto the couch with a disgruntled sigh while Finn sat down across from him.

Silence hung heavy in the air as Finn waited for Henry to speak. Henry hunted for the words, but they slipped from his grasp every time. Anything that came to mind felt too stupid, too whiny, or too minor to be worth saying. Thankfully, after an awkward minute or two, Finn realized his tongue-tied friend’s predicament and spoke first.

“So…, you said you wanted to talk. What happened?”

Henry sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying the whole online dating thing, but it just hasn’t been working out. I know I’m probably being impatient or setting my expectations too high, but it’s just… it’s frustrating, you know? I knew what I was getting into, but I can’t help…,” he trailed off.

“Can’t help…?” Finn probed.

“…I can’t help but feel like there’s something wrong with me,” Henry said. “Like, how could I fail over and over again, so many times, unless I’m the problem?”

“Hey,” Finn said with a soft, soothing tone, “don’t talk like that. There’s nothing wrong with you, Henry. You’ve just been having some bad luck, that’s all. No need to let it get you down like this.”

Henry shrugged. “You’re probably right, but I’m just… I don’t know…”

“Feeling a little lonely?” the cheetah suggested.

“…Yeah.”

“Pent up, too?”

The rabbit blushed, and his ears stood straight up on his head. “Finn!”

“What?” his friend grinned. “We’re both guys here. I know what it’s like, being stuck without anyone for so long, feeling the pressure build. It sucks.”

Henry saw an easy opportunity to turn the conversation away from his own romantic failings, and given the direction things were going, he eagerly took it. “Speaking of which, have you been looking for anyone?”

Finn shrugged and said, “Eh, not really. I’m mainly focused on taking care of Charlotte. With her around, I barely even think about anyone else.”

Henry couldn’t help but admire Finn’s commitment to taking care of his daughter, even though they were both relatively young themselves. Finn used to be an absolute party animal, and a horndog to boot, but he matured quickly with a child in his life. Henry lost count of how many times Finn had to opt out of going to parties and other social outings because he couldn’t find anyone to watch her. Hell, maybe if Henry were capable of that same level of commitment, he’d have a boyfriend by now.

“How is Charlotte doing, by the way?” he asked.

“Great!” Finn perked up instantly, always excited to talk about his kid. “She’s been growing up so fast. It feels like only yesterday, she could barely speak more than a word or two. Now, I can barely get her to be quiet unless I’m keeping her occupied,” he chuckled. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You know, you might like parenting, too.”

Henry laughed. “No thank you. Even if I wanted a kid, you know that the kind of relationship I’m aiming for doesn’t tend to make babies.”

“Oh, come on. You know as well as I do that you can still have a kid if you’re gay. You could adopt, or there’s the whole surrogate thing. Hell, I’ve even heard rumors about some new medical procedures that let guys get pregnant, too. Although, there’s probably not a lot of ‘romance’ in having a doctor stick a turkey baster up your ass and inject a semen cocktail—”

“Okay,” Henry interrupted. “Thank you for that mental image. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go vomit.”

“Relax, Henry, I’m just messing with you,” Finn said. “I know you don’t want kids. I get it. It’s not easy to do it alone, especially as young as us. I love it, but it’s not for everyone.”

They slipped into another moment of quiet. Henry racked his brain for something else to add, but he was coming up empty. As he looked up at his friend’s face for what felt like the first time in this conversation, he saw a look of contemplation. Not wanting to interrupt whatever Finn was thinking about, he waited.

Just as the silence was creeping into truly awkward territory, Finn spoke up. “You know, there’s a club downtown that’s supposed to be a godsend for singles. I hear they’re practically a matchmaking service with how easy it is to find people there. You could give that a try?”

“I don’t know,” Henry said. “Sounds like somewhere you go for meaningless flings. I’m looking for something more real, you know?”

“From what I hear, this place is legit. I know several couples that’ve been together for years who swear by it,” Finn insisted.

“That so? Why haven’t you gone, then?”

Finn’s eyes darted away for a second as he shrugged. “I… I guess I never really cared to. Like I said, I’ve got everything I need right now. Why mess with it? It might be worth a shot for you, though. What do you have to lose?”

‘Fair point, I guess,’ Henry thought, although he said nothing. He didn’t like the thought of going to some seedy club for a hookup, but if there was even a slight chance that this could get him the kind of relationship he was looking for, maybe it was worth a shot.

A new voice interrupted the conversation from a nearby doorway. “Daddy?”

Charlotte stood there cautiously, as though she was prepared to flee at a moment’s notice. She was like that a lot; the little cheetah had always been nervous around others.

“Yes, hon?” Finn said with a gentle smile. He was always his sweetest, softest self when talking to his daughter. Honestly, if the cheetah were gay, Henry would’ve been hopelessly infatuated with his parenting persona.

“Can we play?”

“Not now, sweetheart. Daddy’s talking to Henry, right now. Maybe later.”

The girl whined, “But I wanna play now.”

“Later,” Finn said. “We’ll play after Henry and I are done, okay?”

“Mmmm… okay…” the girl conceded, slipping back into her room.

“Sorry about that,” Finn said, turning back to the rabbit. “She’s been really excitable lately.”

Henry had barely even noticed the intrusion, though. He was too busy thinking about what Finn told him, his thoughts bouncing back and forth as he tried to reach a decision. Finally, he looked up and asked the cheetah, “What’s the name of that club?”

…………………

‘This is the place.’

Considering how special Finn had made it sound, the building was surprisingly plain on the outside. It was larger than a lot of clubs Henry had been to in the past, but the undecorated bricks hardly screamed “singles heaven.” The only reason Henry knew he was in the right place was the bright neon sign above the front door, flashing the club’s name in pink and blue: Club Genesis.

Despite its bland exterior, the club seemed to be popular tonight. There were at least a hundred people lined up outside, and given how late it already was, Henry assumed that there were many more already inside. The rabbit resigned himself to the wait as he stepped in place at the end of the line. ‘This had better be worth it,’ he thought.

It took almost an hour for him to reach the front of the line. While he waited, Henry had plenty of time to see who else was coming to this club.

The first thing he picked up on was that, true to what Finn told him, just about everyone seemed to have come alone. There were one or two couples or groups here and there, but for the most part, each fur around him was either waiting by themselves or having the kinds of icebreaker conversations with their neighbors that you have when first meeting.

The second thing that stood out to him was the variety of people present. Not just in terms of species; that was pretty normal. But most of the time that he went to a club, there was a particular type of person that it catered to. Whether that was a certain theme, sexual orientation, or common interest, every club usually had a “thing” that you could pick up on by looking at the people who go there.

Here, though, the line had a bit of everything. Men, women, androgynous furs, people who looked like one but dressed more like the other, straight guys, gay girls… It was like there was something for everyone here. Henry had never felt so simultaneously out of place but invisible in a crowd. He thought his tight shorts and tee would turn a few heads with the way they showed off his purple fur and accentuated his lithe figure, but he barely stood out in this melting pot.

Despite that, as time went on, he swore he could feel someone watching him. He scanned the crowd and made eye contact with a horse near the front of the line. Henry quickly looked away, trying to avoid an awkward moment, and by the time he looked again, the horse was stepping through the front door.

A few minutes later, Henry was at the front of the line. He stepped forward to show his ID to the bouncer, a large bull who looked incredibly bored, even with a twinky ferret clinging to him and running a claw over his chest.

“Lucky you,” the bull said. “You’re the last one getting in tonight.” He ignored the protests of everyone still waiting in line. Most of them were already giving up and leaving, while the ones who had been close stayed to see if they could still weasel their way in.

Henry just nodded and said a quick thanks before walking through the door. He found himself in a narrow hallway. Alternating blue and pink lights in the ceiling lit the corridor dimly. A second bouncer, this one a tall green lizard, held his arm out in front of him as he made to walk toward the door at the end of the hallway.

“Gotta get your wristband, first,” the bouncer said.

Henry held out his arm, but instead of reaching for his wrist, the lizard stuck a little black box in his face and pushed a button. There was a bright flash, and suddenly his vision of the dark room was replaced by a series of rapidly changing images.

They were all different, but there was an immediately noticeable theme: all the images were of naked men. Their chests, their muscles, their cocks… Henry saw assets of every shape and size in his head. A few of them were even turned around, showing off muscular asses and parting their cheeks to reveal their holes. Henry felt like he could almost reach and touch the hunks, but each image swapped to the next too quickly for him to even try.

As suddenly as the bizarre montage had started, it finished, leaving the rabbit with a warm face and a throbbing erection. The lizard bouncer was paying him no mind, instead looking down at a screen on the box.

“Alright, looks like you’re a pink band,” he said before grabbing Henry’s wrist. He slipped a pink rubber bracelet onto the rabbit’s wrist, and then practically pushed him toward the next door. “In you go. Enjoy.”

The club was about how Henry would expect: big, dark, and loud. Anthros of all shapes, sizes, and colors filled the space, either chatting around tables and booths, dancing to the electronic music blaring through the loudspeakers, or crowding the two bars to get drinks. The blue-pink color scheme was everywhere. The lights, floors, and tables were all a mix of blue and pink. Everyone had either a blue or a pink wristband. There was one bar for each color, apparently designated to serve only customers wearing the correct bracelet.

‘I guess that makes sense. Split the crowd to help the bars keep things manageable.’

He crossed through the throng of undulating bodies until he reached the pink bar. It took a few minutes, but he managed to squeeze his way through until he reached the counter and caught a bartender’s attention.

He didn’t even get a chance to order anything before a glass was pushed into his hand. It was filled with a pink liquid. He tried to say something, but the bartender cut him off:

“It’s the house special. Only thing we’re serving until later. You get it for free.” He then skittered away to pass out more of the pink beverage.

Looking around, he realized that everyone either had a drink in their hand or were pushing toward the bars to get one. All the pink bands like him had the same pink one, while there was a neon blue one for the blue bands.

‘Some sort of cocktail?’ he wondered, giving it a curious sniff. It smelled fruity and sweet. ‘Well, I guess I can’t complain if it’s free.’

He leaned his head back and downed the whole thing in one go, expecting the familiar tingle of alcohol running down his throat. Instead, all he got was an overwhelmingly sweet flavor, like somebody had dunked razzberries in sugar and then left them to stew in a vat of maple syrup. It was a lot to take in so unexpectedly, and he almost choked on it at first, but he managed to down the whole thing, not wanting to make a scene.

‘I can’t taste any alcohol. Either there’s none in it, or it’s so well hidden that this cocktail is borderline dangerous.’

Feeling a bit unsure of himself, Henry stood near the edge of the room, watching everyone else dance and mingle as they drank their respective drinks. Henry noticed that every pair or group forming included at least one blue band and one pink band. There were some individuals of each color lingering outside the crowd, like him, but there were no groups of just one color.

As he scanned the crowd curiously, he accidentally made eye contact with someone. He instinctively averted his gaze, but then he felt a little silly for it. Wasn’t he supposed to be here to meet people?

So he looked up again, and found that it was the same horse as in the line. This time, Henry sized the equine up. As far as horses go, he was actually pretty small. He was probably a little shorter than Henry and with only slightly more meat on his bones. When his eyes moved down to the horse’s crotch, he saw a bulge running down his leg that would’ve been a respectable length for most furs, but smaller than average for a horse.

Regardless, there was something interesting about him. Henry couldn’t put his finger on it, but he felt a sudden need to find out more. Maybe it was because of that feeling he had in line, like the horse had been watching him. Whatever the reason, he steadied his nerves and made his way toward the horse’s high table.

The closer he got, the stranger he started to feel. He got a little light-headed, bumping into people a few times. The temperature felt like it was rising as heat spread through his body, and the rabbit’s dick was hardening in his pants as he got closer.

He wasn’t the only one feeling frisky, he realized. Anthros all over were grinding against each other with increasing fervor. Nearby, a brown bear was pressing a snow-white vixen against a wall, making out heatedly as one paw rubbed her groin and the other squeezed her breast roughly through her shirt. 

Normally, Henry would’ve been uncomfortable to see the brazen display. Tonight, though, it didn’t feel out of place at all. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing the blue band on the bear’s wrist and the pink one on the fox’s somehow made it feel more normal.

Besides, he had other things to think about. Like how it was so goddamn hot in this club. Or the fact that he had just reached the horse’s table. Henry felt himself blush when they made eye contact this time. The silence between them was lasting a long time. Too long. Oh God, could somebody please say som—

The horse offered a hand. “Hey. I’m Owen. What’s your name?”

Henry let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Henry,” he replied. “Pretty cool place, huh?”

“The best,” Owen said with a grin.

“Come here often?”

“No. First time, but I’ve heard a lot about it.”

“Like what?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see.”

Henry couldn’t decide whether the cocky smirk on the horse’s face made him want to slap the equine or bend over for him. Any other night, he would’ve leaned far toward the former. But right now, something about this horse was getting him unbelievably hot and bothered.

A moan caught his attention, and he turned to find the source. It was the same bear-and-fox couple he had noticed before. Now, though, their pants were at their ankles, and the vixen’s shirt had been ripped open. Not unbuttoned and opened normally, but literally torn open by the bear’s claws. While Henry watched, the bear cut her bra with a claw, yanking it off and throwing it to the ground. The vixen’s B-cup tits jiggled freely as he lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust in. She moaned openly as his hips pummeled hers, one bear paw moving down to play with her clit while the other grabbed a breast and pulled it up until the bear had captured the nipple in his mouth.

It was a similar story all over. It seemed like Henry and the horse were the only ones who hadn’t started stripping down and fucking.

Apparently, Henry’s partner was getting impatient to join in. While the rabbit was watching the club turn into a mass of writhing, moaning bodies, Owen came up behind him, grabbed him, and bent him over the table. Henry squealed as the hand that wasn’t keeping him pinned yanked his pants and briefs down to his knees. The horse’s cock slid into the crevice between his asscheeks, letting him feel every inch of horse meat that was about to be stuffed into him. Even if it was small by horse standards, Henry didn’t know if he could take it.

“Wait,” he said. “I’m not lubed.”

Instead of responding, Owen just pushed his fat, flared cockhead against Henry’s hole and got a firm grip on the rabbit’s hips.

“No, Owen, I’m not ready yet—!” his protests were stifled by a hand covering his mouth.

“You talk too much.”

With that, Owen forced his tip past Henry’s rim and into his rear tunnel. Henry prepared to scream at the pain of the forced entry, but it never came. There was no pain. There was only an electric, mind-bending pleasure. The loudest moan of his life forced its way out of his throat as his ass was fed more cock.

“See? You didn’t need it. I’m the only thing you need, baby.”

“Wha-? How?”

“You think they give us all these drinks just for the hell of it? They’re body mods.”

The horse bottomed out inside him, all seven inches now filling Henry’s guts. He started thrusting, slow and short at first, but picking up speed and force as Owen got used to the tight walls clinging to his shaft. Within a few minutes, his hips were a blur as he pounded Henry so hard that the rabbit swore his butt must be getting bruised.

Suddenly, Henry felt something weird. It started in his gut as a sort of dull ache. Then it began to spread, becoming a burning heat as it reached up to the tips of his ears and down to his toes. “What the…”

“You feel it, don’t you?” Owen whispered in his ear.

He felt… something. His body felt tingly all over. And was he going crazy, or did Owen’s dick suddenly get bigger?

“What’s happening to me?”

“The same thing that’s happening to all the pink bands. Did you think the colors were assigned randomly? They test you when you come in to figure out where you belong.”

Owen’s shaft was definitely bigger, now. Henry’s hole was getting stretched more and more with every thrust. But then he noticed that his shirt was hanging much looser on his torso, and his shoes suddenly felt much too large as his feet slipped out of them. Owen wasn’t growing; Henry was shrinking.

“T-test?”

As strange as the transformation was, it was amplifying the sensations from his ass unbelievably. That cock felt so big now, and yet he still felt no pain. There was only pleasure.

Henry gasped, his own erection pinned between his stomach and the table as he was rocked back and forth. The friction only added to the ecstasy of the horse’s dick ravaging his insides. It felt so big now, with Henry’s guts tightening around its girth. Henry felt his intestines getting molded into its shape, and it just felt so right.

“The flash. It’s designed to figure out what you’re into. What you lust for. What did you see, Henry? A bunch of big-dicked hunks, I bet. That’s the usual pink band shit. We blue bands see something else. The drinks get us all riled up, attract us to each other, and then the pink one starts to really kick in. It turns you into the perfect fucktoys for us. You want to know what I saw in the flash?”

He grabbed the rabbit by the ears and pulled him in. Henry was getting so close, spittle flying from his open mouth, his tongue lolling out thoughtlessly as moans streamed from him. He didn’t know what Owen was about to say, but the domineering grip on his ears was driving him wild.

‘Fuck yes, tell me. What did you see, you goddamn stud? What did you—'

“I saw cubs.”

‘…What?’

“I saw naked cubs. I saw them bending over to show off their slutty little asses. I saw them choking on dicks as big as they are. Getting fat cocks jammed into their tight holes until they’re bloated with cum. It all looked so… perfect.”

In that moment of clarity, Henry could see it around him. As he regained awareness of his surroundings, he realized how his fellow pink bands had changed. The symphony of moans filling the air had become higher pitched as the pink bands all regressed to a prepubescent state.

The bear was still pounding the vixen into the wall, but now she was a little girl, so small that he had to hold her in the air to keep her cunt level with his dick. Her stomach bulged obscenely each time he hilted himself in her. The bear seemed even more excited by her breasts now that they had flattened, running his paws over them frantically and pinching her nipples. With one more thrust and a guttural growl, he buried himself in her and blasted his cum into her womb.

After he finished, the bear simply pulled up his pants and walked to the exit with his new toy in his arms.

“And that’s gonna be you, baby. You’re gonna be my precious little cub slut.”

Henry couldn’t help it. Even with his mind reeling in horror, he cried out as his shrinking dick shot cum onto the table in front of him. His voice cracked as he was thrust through puberty in reverse, all with Owen’s now relatively massive cock splitting his insides. His orgasm just wouldn’t stop, even after his body spent the last of his ejaculate. At this point, he could only dry orgasm; he had become too young to produce new semen.

The heavy huff in his ear was all the warning he got before his bowels were flooded with horse jizz. It felt like someone had set off a garden hose inside him. He squirmed as the pressure began to build. His tummy was filling up, and once he had a belly like a balloon, his body reached its limit. Spurts of semen began to shoot out from his ass around Owen’s thick shaft. When the horse pulled out, it all launched from his gaping hole like an uncorked champagne bottle.

While the horse wiped off his now drenched crotch using Henry’s old clothes, the final stage of the transformation finished. The new cub’s mind went hazy as his brain was forced to restructure itself. By the end of the process, he couldn’t remember where he was or how he had gotten there. All he remembered was the amazing game that his daddy was teaching him. He giggled as he felt more equine cock slime ooze down his taint toward his petite ballsack. He liked this game.

By now, Owen had dressed himself. He pulled the purple bunny off the table and onto his feet, giving his nude body a once-over. By his appearance, Owen guessed that Henry was around eight years old at this point. That was pretty good, although the depraved horse knew that he could take things further if he wanted to.

With Henry following him closely, Owen wove through the ongoing orgy to get to the pink bar. It had opened up the full menu, now that the blue bands were the ones buying the transformative drinks to customize their new cubs.

There were some pretty crazy options. Owen watched a dog force feed a yellow shot to his puppy. After a minute of the cub mewling in confusion and rubbing at his ears, the adult grabbed his head and hilted his cock inside the puppy’s ear canal. The baffled, almost brainless look in the puppy’s eyes was intriguing, but Owen was after something more straightforward tonight.

“I’ll just have an extra regular to go,” he told the bartender.

With a nod, the lemur ducked under the counter and returned with a plastic cup filled with the pink drink. He also set down a smaller cup with a dark red liquid.

“That one’s an aging tonic, on the house,” he said. “If you overshoot with the regression, you can give him a bit of the tonic to push his age back up.”

Owen thanked him and slid over enough money to cover the drink, as well as a generous tip. He led the dazed, naked rabbit boy to the exit, stopping only to drop the aging tonic in the trash along the way. As they left through the club’s foyer, they passed the two bouncers that Henry had seen when he first arrived.

The bull was sitting down with the ferret, now regressed into a young boy, impaled on his cock. The lizard was standing to the side, thrusting in and out of the ferret’s mouth with reckless abandon. The cub could only sit there and take it; he was helpless to resist with his hands cuffed behind his back. Although, based on the stiff little prick between his legs, it’s unlikely that he would’ve been struggling regardless.

Henry stopped for a moment to look at the threesome, feeling an instinctual envy as he watched the ferret get fucked. But his attention was pulled away by Owen, who led him through the front door and out to the parking lot.

There was practically an armada of tow trucks navigating the lot, although they did so with a practiced ease. One by one, they removed the vehicles of the night’s pink bands and carted them away to be sold. Their owners wouldn’t be needing them anymore; they were all way too young to drive.

Stopping by a rusty four-seater, Owen picked up Henry and put him in a booster seat in the back. The eight-year-old was a little big for it, but that could be easily solved. Owen popped the lid off of the pink cocktail in his hand and poured the entire thing down the rabbit’s throat. Henry swallowed it eagerly.

As the cub in the back started to shrink again, Owen got in the driver’s seat and turned on the car, trying to avoid creaming in his pants listening to the confused whines behind him. He pulled out of the lot and headed home, barely able to wait for what was to come.

…………………

Owen leaned back in his recliner, letting all his worries and tension disappear as he relaxed. Life was good. His size had always made him feel weak and insufficient around other equines, but now he felt like he was on top of the world.

His ear flicked as he heard a knock on the door. He stood up and crossed his apartment, taking a moment to look through the peephole and confirm his visitor’s identity before opening the door just a bit.

“Hi, Finn.”

“Hey, Owen,” the cheetah said, holding his little girl’s hand. “Ready for Charlotte and Henry to have their playdate?”

Owen grinned and opened the door all the way, keeping his body behind it so that only his head was visible as his guests entered. Once they were through, he swung it shut and revealed himself.

“Oh fuck,” Finn gasped. “Now that’s what I like to see.”

The horse was completely naked except for one covering. A two-year-old, purple-furred bunny boy was speared on his penis, strapped tightly to Owen’s stomach and hips to ensure he wouldn’t get loose. The horse had also put a ring gag in the cub’s mouth to guarantee easy access when he decided to swap holes.

As Finn practically ripped off his own clothes, Owen returned to his chair, tenderly humping up into the rabbit’s tight backside. Henry mewed happily at the feeling, his innards squeezing around the horse’s length and sending waves of pleasure up his spine. Finn’s cock was throbbing jealously at the sight, but fortunately, he had his own outlet for relief.

He grabbed Charlotte’s dress and yanked it over her head, revealing the girl’s bare body underneath, and pushed her onto her back. She grunted as he hilted himself in her swollen cunny with a single push. He didn’t hold anything back as he fucked her roughly, smacks ringing through the apartment each time their hips met. She was well used to this, thanks to him using her near constantly for the past four years. 

He couldn’t believe his luck back then, visiting Club Genesis and finding a cheetah woman wearing a pink band. He got so excited that he poured drink after drink down her throat until he had a newborn wrapped around his cock. Luckily, it was easy to explain her away as the result of a brief but failed love affair, with no one even imagining that he spent almost every moment he could with his dick buried inside of her.

“You know,” he said over the cubs’ whimpers, “it’s kind of a shame that you weren’t into cubs like us, Henry. You could’ve been here with us, with a little boy wrapped around your cock. Although, I have to admit, you make a very cute cock sleeve. I know Owen’s gonna raise you right this time around.”

“Speaking of which,” Owen added, “it’s lunchtime.”

He unstrapped Henry and unceremoniously ripped him off his throbbing man meat. The baby’s tailhole was tugged outward by the force, clenching on air as it struggled to return to its original shape. Owen took a moment to appreciate the sight. He loved a cub with a gaping hole.

He flipped the bunny around and slid his cock through the ring gag, gasping as it was enveloped by the warm, wet mouth. With a firm push, he shoved his way into the cub’s throat, reveling in the feeling of a little cub gagging on his girth while also doing his best to suck on it.

Without any warning, he shot a thick load of semen straight into Henry’s stomach. Another followed, and then another, as the rabbit’s throat milked him for every drop of warm seed he had. A grunt from the floor caught his attention, and he saw Finn pressing himself into his cub as he flooded her pussy with his baby batter.

As he finished feeding Henry his lunch, Owen took a moment to catch his breath and watch Finn enjoy his orgasm. The way the cheetah rocked his hips in little mini-thrusts to keep his climax going, the rippling of his spotted fur in the light, and the blissful look on his face lit a small spark in Owen’s chest. He couldn’t help but pursue it.

“Hey, Finn?” he asked. “Want to go out sometime?”

The cheetah turned as he pulled out of the twitching girl, his juices leaking onto the floor. “Go out?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know that you picked a girl, but are you at all interested in males?”

Finn’s eyes scanned the naked horse’s body, and Owen was thrilled to see something like interest in the cheetah’s face. “I’ve never been with another male,” Finn answered, “but I can’t say it’s off the table. Are you… interested in me?”

Owen nodded. “I was just thinking that maybe these two could use two daddies instead of one to raise them. Plus, you know, it’s nice to have someone with shared interests to spend time with.”

Finn paused to imagine a life with the horse, raising Charlotte and Henry as slutty siblings together. After a few seconds, a wide grin began to form on his face. “Hell yeah,” he said, pulling out of Charlotte’s leaking pussy. “It’s a date.”

…………………

Henry woke with a start. He just had the most awful nightmare.

As the ten-year-old bunny remembered where he was, though, he started to settle down. It was just a dream. He was back at home, in bed where he was supposed to be. He pushed his face deeper into Daddy Owen’s groin, pressing his nose into the base of the horsecock and inhaling its comforting scent. The warmth of the horse’s heavy ballsack and the flaccid length draped over Henry’s face soothed the boy as he gave the leathery, sweaty flesh a few gentle licks.

With a glance to the other side of the king-sized bed, he saw Daddy Finn, fast asleep on his back with the rabbit’s older sister, Charlotte, strapped to his body so that his penis wouldn’t slip out of her ass during the night.

It seemed like an awkward sleeping position, although the cock in her ass no doubt helped her feel comfortable. Charlotte had been having a lot of trouble finding good positions lately thanks to the cheetah baby growing in her belly.

He felt a twinge of jealousy as he looked at the girl’s pregnant tummy. He wished he could be pregnant with his daddies’ cubs, too.

With the envy, though, came excitement. Daddy Owen had let slip during their last fuck session that they were thinking of taking him to Club Gene… Geeni… Genie Sis for his eleventh birthday, and that the club had agreed to give him an experimental drink that lets boys get pregnant.

He started to tremble in excitement just thinking about it. His birthday couldn’t come soon enough.