A Goo Tail Part 3

Once the supple leather of the saddle pressed up between Bear’s legs, he found himself totally unable to resist grinding against it. Bear came before they even reached the city gate and bit the leather reins of his mount to stifle the scream. It earned him a look from Randal but Bear insisted he was good. More than good, the release left him clear-headed. Surely, doing a bit more of that wouldn’t hurt. Really, once they got going at a solid trot, he had little choice in the matter. The horse’s rhythm pulsed up into his over sensitive vagina no matter how he leaned. He found, though, if he leaned forward just a little, it maximized the contact between the saddle and his pussy. The steady pace of the horse slowly, deliciously, built up a wave of pleasure that crested every ten minutes with a rippling orgasm that fluttered through every muscle.

Randal didn’t seem to notice the way Bear’s saddle grew slick with slime or the thick odor of sex. Bear certainly did not notice anyone other than Randal, whose horse trotted ahead of him. Randal had such a nice cock, Bear remembered as the ache inside him grew with each passing minute. “I want it. I want it inside.” Bear muttered to himself as his world shrank, the clarity of each orgasm only crystalised the need.

Still, Bear managed to hold it together. Dragging his brain out of the fog enough to answer the questions of the bored checkpoint guards. Mostly, maybe he got some weird looks. Randal made some excuses.

As the sun got low, Bear’s last resistance broke. He lost all awareness other than the need, calling out to Randal, “Fuck me. Please Fuck me. Please!”

Randal stopped the horses and swung down to the ground. He came over to Bear’s mount  and took the reins before whispering. “Bear, get a hold of yourself. You’ve been masturbating all day.”

“Its not enough. I need a cock, I need it inside.” Part of Bear wanted to whither and die as he spoke, but the aching between his legs could not be quenched. The gooified flesh needed the touch of another. Bear reached out and enveloped Randel’s small hand with his meaty mit. “Please. It won’t let me think. Just… Just… Cock.” Bear’s face burned, his ears felt on the edge of spontaneous combustion.

Randal’s brown eyes stared back hard and flintlike, “This isn’t you Bear, fight this.”

“I will, I promise. Fuck me one more time. Like you did in the capital. Please Rand. It will let me think again afterward.”

At the mention of that night Randal inhaled sharply. “Fine. Okay. Let's find a place off the road.”

Taking the reins of both horses he led them into the woods, out of view of the road.

“Not exactly a capital love bungalow out here.” He said, nervously tugging on his belt. “Should I get out the sleeping mats?”

Bear did not care about any of that. He leaped off his horse, kicked off his saturated pants, braced himself against a tree, and bent over. The short blue tail curled upwards, presenting the swollen, eager slit to Randal.

“Wow, okay, that's a view,” Randal stared, “Not even going to buy me a drink first?”

“Randal! Come on, Cock! In! Me!” Bear demanded, his tail flicked insistently.

“I kinda expected you to jump me,” Randal laughed, “Yet here you are, waiting like an eager slut.”

“Rrrrandaaaal. Come on, don’t make this any worse. I need your cock.” The much larger man whined, bending over further.

A wistful smile appeared on Randal’s face. “I mean, if we got to do it might as well make it fun right? That night in the capital we were both so drunk, I’m surprised I even got my cock in your tight ass. This doesn’t seem to be getting any worse at least.” He reached out and squeezed the rubbery tail.

Bear’s body bucked of its own volition. “Not the tail. In!” He gasped as a thick droplet of moisture escaped the lips of his pussy.

“You're too damn big Bear,” Randal said, continuing to play with the tail, squeezing it’s center causing it’s tip and base to swell. “The only thing I could do in this position is cock fencing.”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah.” Was all Bear could comment, each squeeze, movement of Randal’s finger, blotted out all other perceptions with pleasure.

“What I’m saying is either I need a stool or you gotta get…” Randal reached between Bear’s legs, curled his hand around Bear’s steel hard cock and gave it a slight tug. “Down.”

The change of sensation from tail to cock sent Bear’s careening over the cliff of orgasm. With a cry Bear’s dick spurted a line of cum on a tree as he fell down to his knees, with a heavy thump.

“There we go.” Randal undid his belt and pushed off his pants, letting his own impressively sized cock spring free. “Gotta admit, listening to you beg like this does things to me. Are you ready?”

Bear's answer was little more than a needy whimper.

Randal stepped up, gripped Bear’s rounded butt cheeks in his hands. They were far more firm than the tail but still possessed a pleasing give that invited Randal to dig his fingertips into. He paused, the tip of his cock hovering an inch from the slick, shiny pussy.  “Not sure who’s gonna owe who drinks after this one Bear.” He muttered before slowly, gently easing himself forward.

“Yessssssss,” Bear let out a long hiss of relief as he felt the contours of Randal’s cock glide along his inner walls and they instinctually squeezed.

Now it was Randal’s turn to gasp, “How the fuck are you so tight? That is a huge ass pussy.”

Bear had no answer, his eyes rolled back as the bliss of the sensation overruled conscious thought. Pushing against the tree, he endeavored to engulf as much of Randal’s cock as possible.

“Woah, woah there Mr. eager beaver!” Randal protested, as the thrust of Bear’s buttocks nearly knocked him out entirely. “Hold still and let me get a rhythm.” Re-centering himself, Randel tightened his grip on those oddly supple gluts and slowly pushed his cock deeper. His intention to tease Bear further went straight out his ear as pleasure flooded up his cock. Light, just enough to slip in and out without losing any sensation. After just a few experimental thrusts, Randal abandoned any pretext and pistoned into the blue pussy with little thought to the consequences.

Meanwhile, each time Randal’s cock struck Bear’s deepest parts, his body rang with pleasure that traveled up his body and exited his mouth as a soft, “oh!” The sounds quickly ran together, keeping pace with Randal’s thrusts. The delicious stimulation cleared some of the lust that had fogged Bear’s mind. Slowly, he became aware that those pants of pleasure were indeed coming from him. He groped at his own cock and squeezed its jelly blue skin. It squished like the tail, its mass slipping deeper into his loins. It did not rebound when he let go either, instead curling in on itself and withdrawing to the hood of his thick lipped sex.

“Nooo oh oh oh aaaa!” His protest at the loss of his manhood swiftly subsumed by the bliss of Randal’s pounding. Bear knew he should stop. It was getting worse. Every time Randal parted his eager folds he felt the creature grow more excited, kneading at the parts of Bear’s insides that it had yet to claim.

However, like many things in Bear’s love life, knowledge of what he shouldn’t do, never translated into action as Randal’s thrusts traded speed for power, pushing deep and grinding against the swollen lips of Bear’s pussy.

“Grrrck! AaaaaaAH!” Randal finally came and sprayed Bear’s innards with deliciously warm cum. Bliss arched Bear’s back as he clawed at the tree.

“Muh, muh, moaarwl!” he moaned, his voice blending with the purr of a cat.

“”I think once is enou- Ah!” Randal’s attempt to withdraw but Bear’s sex clamped tightly around his cock. As Randal looked down in surprise, Bear’s little stub of a tail quivered. Bubbles and a darker blue flowed up into the tail from Bear’s spine. It swelled and stretched, curling around Randal’s waist until it nearly encircled him entirely.

“Bear?” He asked in alarm as the tail squeezed him, demonstrating a considerable amount of strength.

“Moar. Needs more.” Bear murmured back.

Randal grabbed hold of the tail, intending to peel it off himself, but paused when he felt a new sensation surrounding his captured cock. Bear’s inner walls undulated rhythmically, squeezing his dick. If Randal didn’t know better, he’d swear Bear’s pussy was sucking his cock.

“Holy-” Randal gasped as the expert administrations quickly recovered his erection. He thrust anew but unable to pull out even an inch, it resulted in furious grinding against Bear’s sex. Moaning out loud, Randal’s balls tingled as pressure built for a second load. In his blind grinding, Randal kneaded Bear’s backside, totally missing the pale blue fur spreading across the tan skin. Instead, Randal fantasized that there were three women working his cock, two licking his shaft while the third expertly teased his head.

Bear however, perceived the touch with every single newly formed follicle. It added an entirely new texture to the slowly unfolding orgasm he rode. The fur spread with every one of Randal’s feeble thrusts, growing thick and lush as it traveled down his legs.

Randal’s breaths shortened to desperate gasps as the leading edge of fuzz reached Bear’s ankles. Both men’s eyes closed as their bodies trembled, Randal straining against the incredible pressure that threatened to explode within him. Bear with the anticipation of the strange hunger finally being sated.

“B-Beaaaar!” Randal strangled his friend's name as he finally burst, pumping Bear's sex with gouts of cum.

The slow roll of pleasure that immersed Bear swelled to a new high causing him to release a near silent scream. With that exhalation his entire lower body flowed. Once solid bones stretched like warm candy. It started with the further widening of his hips, then the bones of his legs shifted, feet doubling, tripling in length. Thighs and shins shortened, assuming more animalistic proportions. Each squirt of cum into his womb fueled the changes further. Bear’s splayed toes swelled against each other and the dense fur hid the individual digits, combining into paws. All over, Bear’s chiseled physique softened, taking on a toned, almost lithe structure. In the grip of the longest, most intense orgasm of his life, he had little concern for this molding of his body, instead focused on prolonging the crested wave. Yet, Randal’s spurts dwindled away to mere drops and no matter how Bear’s strange pussy milked it, the decline did not reverse.

“Mo, More!” Bear pleaded, trying to reach between his legs and fondle Randal's balls directly, but the movement caused his tail to unwrap from Randal’s waist. Randal toppled backward, breaking the seal between them with a pop.

Bear’s eyes widened as cold air rushed into depths he had not possessed this morning. The last of the pleasure faded. It left him with a lovely sense of warmth and a deep satisfaction. Yet did nothing to blot out Bear’s sense of self or the memories of the last twelve or so hours. Leaving Bear alone with his altered body, as he stood up on shaky feline legs.

The shiny blue tail lashing behind him, plenty long enough to touch the ground but instinctively avoiding it. A pleasant, somehow reassuring weight on his spine. The darker blue rosettes made it quite… pretty. It only contributed to Bear’s growing sense of existential dread. Experimentally he swept his hands through plush fur that covered his buttocks and tugged on his tail, triggering a breathy gasp of pleasure. Force in hand away, he took a few deep breaths before finally staring down at the enormous thick lipped pussy that consumed his cock, the sensation of doom only continued to build. Because it all felt so good. The aches and pains of a half dozen “minor” injuries were gone, and yet, he found himself full of energy. Just accept it, his body seemed to tell him. A trap, that's what it had to be. He resolved to do better. To fight Lizet’s spell or beast even harder.

As he mentally seethed and swore, Randal lay totally dead to his surroundings. Nudging him with a footpaw only produced incoherent grumbles. Harder shoves and even shaking the man had no further effect.

“Randal. Come on. Wake up!” Bear hissed in her partner’s ear, although not very loudly. Disturbingly, his voice seemed stuck in a falsetto and even when he pitched it deeper, it still sounded feminine to him, sultry even. Desperate, for something to take his mind off how himself felt more like herself, Bear pulled on his now ill-fitting pants and searched their supplies for any drop of alcohol. A small bottle of whisky was the one find, in the very bottom of Randal’s saddle bag. He clutched it to his chest and prayed to the gods that it was enough.