Roommate Rousal
Mark leaned back against his chair, casually relaxing with a turn-based strategy simulation game, mostly letting the computer make decisions while he hit ‘next turn’ and watched it all play out. He’d found it to be a good post-con relaxation technique. After such a busy day he was rarely in the mood for more human contact, so he’d sink himself in a simple activity and let his brain freewheel.
It had been a good con though! Lots of good art and swag, he smiled at the mask he’d placed on his desk, they’d had a fun time! At least he assumed they had, he’d lost track of his roommate halfway through. That was nothing unusual though, he was much more into the fursuit-roleplay thing than Mark was, so he’d usually go off with his own friends and have fun in his own way. He’d come home in his own time.
As if on cue Mark heard the key rattle in the lock and the door swing open.
“Heya Keith!” Mark called out, without turning around. “You have fun?”
“What?” Came the slightly trilling voice heard off. “Oh, I had a lovely time~ I’m going to have a shower, I’ll catch you in a bit~!”
With that Mark heard him step lightly to the bathroom, swing the door shut and start the water running. Mark turned back to his game, he wanted to surprise Keith, but he had time for a few turns before that. Some muffled gasping and panting made him raise his eyebrows, but he assumed that Keith probably needed a really deep clean after all day in that fur-suit of his.
Finally he heard the water turn off. Mark smiled and picked up the mask. It was a half-face mask, surprisingly comfortable, made up to look like a character they both knew well. A goat-like face, white fur with some fanciful black markings along the cheeks, mouth curled up in a smug smile, dark eyes and horns curling out from the sides of the head. The god of HyperDeath himself! Keith was always wild about Asriel, he should definitely get a kick out of this!
Mark slipped it on moments before he heard the door open, then turned around in his chair. “Hey, Keith!” He said as he turned around. “How are… you…”
He trailed off. The figure in the doorway was tall and slender, but that was where the similarity ended. His frame was covered all over in white fur, still slightly damp after showering and a vigorous towelling. The exception was insolently rising up from his crotch, the pink tip of his generous cock, peeking through his foreskin, alarmingly close to Mark’s face. Looking up he could see the face of the figure, a familiar face, and one very similar to the one on his own mask, but all white and with a chipper, bright-eyed smile plastered all over it.
“Oh golly gosh that looks so cuuuute~!” He chirruped, clapping his hands to his cheeks. Mark just stared. The goat’s mouth and tongue were moving. That put paid to the idea that this was some sort of elaborate suit. Whatever this thing was, it was real.
“I was wondering what to do with you but this is too perfect!” The nude goat leaned down and brushed a hand against the side of Mark’s head. “This’ll just take a second…”
Mark felt a strange tingle like a static charge where the fingers touched, then he felt his face change. His flesh stretched, nose and jaw flowing into the muzzle of the mask, his head lurched forwards as if he’d been pushed from behind. The edges of the mask sank into his flesh and merged, white fur springing up all over with a prickling sensation.
Within a moment the fur had spread across his whole head, but it didn’t stop there. His whole body tingled as white fur sprouted across every inch of bare skin. Some sudden itchiness told Mark that it was growing beneath his clothes too. He watched in shock as a soft, white tide flooded over his body.
As it reached his feet there was another change. He could feel them growing, swelling out. There was a moment of pressure before his battered old trainers burst at the seams, exposing the three-toed paws beneath him.
A dull throbbing against the sides of his head became acute for a second, then faded. Reaching up Mark realised that a pair of curled horns had extruded just above his ears, themselves which had grown out, becoming soft, white-furred, floppy things that hung next to his head.
As a faint tingle spread across his face Mark reached up and touched the, no his new muzzle. It was soft, undeniably flesh rather than any mask or suit. Everything felt, well, real. One more tingling sensation spread over his face, making his eyes water, but it was gone in an instant, nothing seemed to have changed.
“Oh my GOSH! You look so CUUUUTE! Wait right there!” Asriel dashed off, coming back a second later holding a small mirror. “Here!” He dropped it into Mark’s paws.
Mark looked into it blankly. Staring back at him was a handsome goat face with black streaks across the cheeks and curled horns up top. But the most striking feature was the eyes. They were dark, purple irises staring out of a pool of sinister shadow, though for now locked in an extremely puzzled expression.
“Yay~!” Suddenly Mark’s head was being held tight against Asriel’s chest-fur. He struggled to breath while receiving appreciative pats, uncomfortably aware of his former friend’s hard cock a few inches from his body.
When he was finally released Mark made an effort to stand up. “What is- Ah-!” He yelped as a jolt of pleasure shot straight through his hands. He’d only tried to push himself up on the armrests, how was he so sensitive?! He found himself falling back down into the chair as the new feeling assailed his brain.
“Aha~! Feels good, doesn’t it?” Asriel had leaned down. He gently held Mark by the wrist and tilted his hand up, before gently brushing a finger across his friend’s newly minted palm. He gave a delighted smile at the lusty moan that involuntarily escaped Mark’s lips.
“Just settle down. Yes, that’s right~” Mark lay back, limp and panting in his chair as Asriel knelt down. Mark could hazily feel hands fiddling about with his trousers. “Let me take care of ev-ry-thing-!”
“W-wait… you shouldn’t- Ooohhh~!” Mark’s stammered request was cut off by Asriel drawing little circles across his palm with a fingertip. The feeling was insane, incredible, the most intense teasing he’d ever experienced. He could feel himself getting helplessly hard.
Asriel kept his attention on Mark’s body, keeping one hand teasing his palm while another dealt with his pants, unfastening and unzipping carefully. His boxer-shorts were quickly exposed, along with the shamefully obvious bulge. Mark let out a high pitched squeal as Asriel gave it a stroke.
“Don’t worry so much, it feels good right?” Asriel brought his face closer, eyes shining bright. Mark could feel his hot breath through the fabric. “You’ve had a long day, just concentrate on feeling good~”
The next moment he’d reached in and grabbed his prize, letting the firm rod spring into the open air. For a few seconds he just admired it, licking his lips. The transformation had certainly been kind to this part. Then he suddenly leaned close, pressing his muzzle into Mark’s firm, fragrant balls before slowly running his tongue up the shaft.
Mark whined, toes clenching and unclenching under this treatment. At no point had Asriel separated his hand from Mark’s, keeping up the gentle massage. Mark’s cock was no less sensitive, and the combined sensation made his thoughts short-circuit. Asriel was playing his body like an instrument, keeping him tense enough to confound any thought of resistance.
By now Asriel had wrapped his mouth around Mark’s cock, gently sucking on it up and down, staring up with his shining blue eyes. His eagerness and enthusiasm even into this, Mark felt as though his soul were being sucked out through his dick. He could feel the climax building.
Asriel must have been able to feel it too. He doubled down on the suction, taking Mark’s cock to the root in one swift motion, before digging his fingers firmly into Mark’s palms. Mark just moaned, conscious of his own lack of control as his orgasm was firmly milked out of him, eyes rolling as he blew his first load of this new form down the throat of his changed roommate.
Asriel held himself in place for a moment as his cheeks bulged out, then swallowed. He kept his lips sealed tight as he slid upwards, leaving Mark’s cock sparkling clean. As he reached the tip he ran his tongue all along it before he finally detached, then leant back in and gave it a smooch. Finally he opened his mouth wide, showing not a trace of cum left inside.
Mark could hardly focus on this. He felt exhausted, the strangeness of his transformed roommate, his own transformation, the new, intense sensitivity in his body. All these had left him feeling hazy, half-convinced this whole thing was a dream. But more than that, even though he had just cum he was feeling hornier than he had ever done before. He ached with need, but his arms were too tired even to reach down to satisfy himself.
He sat limp as Asriel straightened up.
“Thanks for the meal!” He chimed in a sing-song voice, before looking down. “Oh gosh! You’re so tired already? Perhaps I went a little too hard for your first time. OK! For this next part I’ll be sure to take it nice and slow~”
He swooped up Mark in his arms and princess-carried the feebly protesting goat over to his bedroom. Asriel amused himself by gently teasing Mark’s foot-paws, causing him to break out into giggling fits as his paw-pads were carefully caressed.
“Ahahahaha! Hee! Hee! Hee! Please! Stop!” Mark wheezed faintly, he protests nearly lost amid his ticklish laughter.
“Such lovely paws~ I’m sure we can have some fun!”
Finally he dropped Mark into a sprawling heap on the queen-sized bed. Mark could only lie there, desperately catching his breath while Asriel carefully removed his clothes. Finally the horned goat was left nude, exhausted, blushing and rock hard, his body begging for relief.
Asriel reached down and pulled something out of a paper bag by the side of the bed. “Want to keep things slippery and fun for a first timer!”
He poured a generous measure onto his hands, then set about Mark’s rump. Mark moaned softly as his cheeks were spread and kneaded, while one hand zeroed in on the dark star nestled between. Fingertips rubbed the soft, slick wetness into every crevice, stoking around his hole until a finger slipped in.
Mark gasped and blushed hotly. It felt so much bigger from down there! Asriel looked happy, but didn’t seem satisfied. He kept swirling his finger around slowly, running it around his hole from every angle, constantly whispering soft, relaxing nothings, prompting him to relax. Mark could feel himself loosening up, despite himself.
Accompanied by soft moans and grunts, Asriel fit two fingers in Mark’s backdoor, then eventually three. As he pumped them in and out, Mark letting out high-pitched, needy whines all the while, he smiled. “This should be good enough! Now just lie down there, honey. Let me do all the work!”
Before Mark could think, Asriel had heaved himself up onto the bed, straddling over Mark’s back. He held Mark’s hips gently, then gently slid his cock in between those cheeks. He gently squeezed them together, coating his length with the leftover lubricant from Mark’s slicked-up fur. Finally, he placed his shaft up against Mark’s pliant backdoor, pressing ever so slightly into it.
“Oh gosh this is so much fun!” Asriel said, smiling broadly. “Are you ready?”
Mark had no idea. His mind was in a whirl, the long anal training session having reduced his thoughts into very simple, desperate wants. He needed to have Asriel’s look cock stirring him up inside, bullying his prostate until he shot out load after load, cumming until he passed out. But he’d been left so very sensitive, already he was feeling edged from just the warmth in between his butt. Would his mind be able to withstand what came next? But even if he had the strength to resist, the desperate heat inside was driving him crazy. He might go mad just from that.
He did the only thing he could do. He let out a faint moan and pushed his hips back ever so slightly into Asriel’s cock.
This was all the prompting Asriel needed. He gently slid himself deep into the slippery, eager depths in front of him. The path in was very smooth, lubrication and plenty of foreplay had left Mark’s hole pliant, eager and accepting, but the inner depths still gripped Asriel’s cock with their velvet heat.
Mark bit his lip. The entry was smooth, but from his position, face down on the bed with his ass a little way up in the air, Asriel’s thrust had ground right against his prostate. The pleasure that flooded Mark’s body made his own dick twitch and dribble with anticipation.
He gave a soft moan as his fun-button was pushed again on the retraction, Asriel moving his hips to aim for greater depth. Then, he picked up Mark’s hands in his, gently pressed his thumbs into Mark’s palms and began to thrust.
This was unfair. Mark lay, eyes rolling, tongue lolling out and drooling onto the pillow as his mind crackled with pure pleasure. He helplessly giggled as his hands were teased, tickled and stroked, magnifying the pleasure from his anus tenfold.
There was no holding back. Barely three thrusts in Mark felt his balls clench, his cock twitch and huge strands of heavy cum shoot onto the bedding, filling the room with a heady, musky scent. Asriel didn’t stop though, was just getting into his rhythm, pressing into Mark’s paws for leverage as he delved gleefully into Mark’s backdoor.
“Oh golly! It feels so good inside you!” Asriel gasped in between pumps. “I wanna do this lots and lots!”
Mark quivered and moaned, giggling faintly as Asriel gently teased his hands. He was feeling drunk, all inhibitions were loosened and he wanted nothing more than this, to have his asshole spread out and lovingly pounded. Asriel knew just how to press him, how to tease him, bringing him right up to the brink before-
Mark felt an unexpected sensation, he was hitting climax, not twenty seconds after the last one! His moan was deep and sensual as he blew a heavy load, coating his legs and soaking the sheet beneath. But Asriel kept up his rhythm, grinding against all of Mark’s weak spots. Mark could feel his balls churning, priming his next orgasm even while his brain fogged from the last.
The heat, climax, tickling and exhaustion all ganged up on him. As a third, even stronger cumshot was expertly milked out of him he let out a long, lusty moan, then let his head fall forwards again onto the pillow. He was unconscious before he hit it.
Asriel looked down, patting mark a little before he realises, then carefully pulling out his still-hard cock. “Oh my, I guess you really were tired. Poor thing!” He said, then put a hand on his chin. “I guess… you won’t really mind if I use a little magic on you, right? A little something, maybe to help you last longer and have more fun with me?”
Asriel raised a hand, blue sparks fizzing off his fingers as magic flowed through. “Let’s play lots of fun games! Lots and lots!”