In front of my eyes is tumbling fur, rolling around the tree filled landscape. She's beautiful, a glorious six foot cougar, with a golden coat and blue green eyes, all mine. And what of the one we are training? Never before have I seen a cat such as him. He's a bit smaller than her, only three quarters my size. White as fresh fallen snow, such a rare beauty, not a dark spot on him and eyes the blue of a midnight sky. Leopard and cougar, rolling together, pouncing, jumping. I should be with them, in the game, but his scent is coming to me from the clearing and I can't help but close my eyes and lift my nose.

I remember the first time I saw him. He took my breath away then just as he does now. His hair the color of sunlight, his eyes the blue of a summer day, and his mouth, oh the taste of his kiss. Of course, I hadn't kissed him then. That had come later.

"Jason."

The voice of my beloved draws me back to the task at hand. No longer the cougar, she kneels down at my face and draws her fingers through the fur of my cheek. I lean into her hand and stare into the eyes of the one that holds my heart. My golden girl. The one I'd dreamt of since the time of my change. Flowing blond hair that drapes down about her hips. Eyes, both the blue of a lover and the green of a witch. I shift to press my lips to hers, to feel and taste the gentleness of her soul. The taste of peaches fills my mouth as she presses in with her tongue.

I would take her right there but for the leopard standing near. Often I've made love to her within the trees, our skin together, bodies molding and limbs entwining in the graceful dance of our passion. But for now, Sean is finished with his lessons and wishes to return to his mate.

The breeze comes in and carries with it the scents and sounds from the clearing beyond the trees. The scents of elves, of witches, of the tiger, and of...Aeron. I feel the shiver as it courses through my body, the heat as my desire grows, and again, I lift my nose to the air.

Megan understands the passion that burns in my blood. After all, it burns in her as well. He is her lover. But could he also be mine?

We begin to walk together to the edge of the trees. Megan and I will need to shift again. More for the comfort of those around us than for ourselves. Being without clothing doesn't much matter to a shape shifter.

Before shifting, Megan puts her hand on my chest and reaches up to my lips. His scent caresses my mind as her breath mingles with mine. I can feel my body pulse with need, but she breaks away and backs up.

"Wait here."

A shimmer, and she is the cougar. I watch them as they start for the clearing again. She is very casual, relaxed in her gait. Sean, however, is not. His need for his mate is becoming very evident as he issues a roar and bounds out into the clearing. I can see those in the clearing well as the black tiger snaps his head up and three of the elves leap to his back. Shaking my head, I have to smile at their attempt. Elves weigh nothing to the tiger and he shakes them off without a thought. I watch as the tiger shifts and waits for his mate. Sean can not be held back now. With a mighty leap he flies through the air, shifting en route and lands in his lovers embrace.

Beside them, Aeron stares into the trees and I groan as the blood within my veins begins to boil.

Golden sunlight cascades around him, caresses him, shines through him. He is beautiful beyond compare. Surrounded by the beauty of elves, he still outshines them. This changeling, only half elf outshines the most beautiful creatures in the world. His mother must have been a goddess in the elven lands that poured her beauty into her only son. And what kind of man must his father have been for her to leave the land and join him at sea.

I'm transfixed by his form, standing there, staring in at me, though I know he can't see past the shadows, can't see my eyes staring back at him. He never turns his gaze away as Megan comes close and whispers into his ear. I see the subtle shiver as he starts to move. He's walking, eyes never straying, coming in to me.

My legs grow shaky as I see him get closer and I lean against a tree. God, what he does to me, with just his look, his scent, his taste. How could Megan have chosen me over him? He's only five feet away when he stops and looks into my eyes.

"Jason? What?s going on? Megan said you were waiting in here for me."

My eyes travel along his perfect body. Lean, supple, elegant in his silk shirt and cream cotton pants. A smile flits across my lips as I look at his bare feet. They look so delicate, but I know better. His skin is like silk to the touch but tough as leather to pierce. The blood is pulsing through me and I see that he is also in a state of arousal. Could it be that he also wants me?

I beckon him with a finger to come closer. He shivers, his long, slender fingers trembling, and comes within a foot of my chest. Breathing in, I smell the spice of elf scent, cloves, cinnamon, allspice, and with it the richness of human blood. This in itself is enough to make me yearn for him, but I know there is so much more. I've tasted his soul in the breath of his kiss. Chocolate, rich and sweet. What does his skin taste like? What does his seed taste like?

"Jason?"

I reach behind his neck and slip the tie from his hair, letting it fall loosely through my fingers and finally find my voice.

"You're like a beam of sunlight shining through on a cloud filled day. It surrounds you, molds itself to you, caresses your skin." My finger strokes along his cheek, bringing a flush to his face. "You take by breath away."

I can hold off no longer. Reaching into his hair, I pull him to my mouth. I want his breath. Pushing through his lips, my tongue seeking entrance, I moan with the ecstasy of his taste when he opens up and slides his tongue into my waiting mouth. I pull him tighter to me, feeling his heart race against my chest and his hands slide along my waist, up my back. My skin is on fire from his touch.

He gasps as I move to his ear. So sensitive the ears of an elf, so nice that this also was passed to him. I linger at his ear, tracing it with my tongue, until pulling the lobe in between my lips. He is shuddering now, moaning as my fingers move to unbutton the silk covering his chest.

"Oh god, Jason. You're driving me mad."

Open, I slide the shirt off, away from his skin, and drop it at our feet. My hands seem to have a life of their own as they slide along every contour, every ridge, every valley of the lithe muscular form beneath them. Releasing his ear, my tongue traces on down his throat. His skin tastes like honey, so sweet and smooth. On to his bare chest, to first one nipple, then the next. His hands reach into my hair as his back arches. Tiny little whimpers escape him as I open his pants and slide them down his wondrously long legs.

He tastes so good. As my mouth works its way lower, kissing, licking, nipping his skin, I lift his feet one at a time from his pants, inserting myself between them, bracing him to me and take him into my mouth.

He's gasping now. "Jason...oh, Jason...too much...aah."

I want to taste him but just can't resist a little tease. Backing away, so only my lips and tongue touch him, I whisper, "Too much? Shall I stop?"

I know I won't, and happily take him back as he thrusts himself forward. He's lost in me now, hips rocking, fingers locked into my hair, moving, thrusting, pumping himself into my mouth. I hold tight when his body goes rigid and pull the seed from him. It slides down my throat in creamy ribbons. But I want to taste him. Pulling away, still sucking, I let his seed linger on my tongue. Caramel.

Johnny took the floor, a defiant yet finite look in his eyes. He stopped them, with his swivel hips, his white coat, his wasp waist, his pants up bright, knifed in creases, it's like back glow lights, this pouty lipped wonder of dance style in scope, where was the 70s always, and glitter balls of silver spread sparks of light into the dark dance hall, where the music tilted wavered and danced with a jagged sourced scream. Johnny was small, but he seemed so tall and clothes rack out on the floor of sparkles of the tears of green and purple and gold litters, and letter by letter the cats came, as he communicated volumes to them all strain and purple and gangly, as they gnarled around his shoulders, and they pert big kitten screams, in pantyhose unable. And I am one and glitter did I invite satin sheets coat, come on Johnny is woo away for the table with the candles and the lights on them.

Cozy little room, away from all these actors of the night, these Panthers with their bodies all sheen and begging their red and go time and play, but , don't you see Johnny their care about you is their care by getting off this planet, by getting off a giddy you on Johnny, Johnny Trump Johnny Trump you made you up. Can she see we are stalkers of the night, she and you created as Johnny Trump, give it a name hear the planet you are really on, one time tiny hear me snap Johnny snap one tiny moment hear. And a fumble a fumble . And I lost study from time. Oh God's elbow you sat in, you must be dead, and I must be God. I almost got them.

Cameras crazy and Earth crazy. Distilling this crap all and sundry, which was a bad John Travolta movie back in the days. Hundreds of years ago. And I keep them occupied. So I can find Johnny. Because they believe the stances of the night, those cat women. I don't remember coming here, I never conjecture any of the space ride remember. I'm a loved one in a test tube a Locust 531. Extract. Can't make the room shine again make it shine.. With sweaty joy and desperation. They are all in here, you see, this little beaker,, swirling around down there in the green green liquid. Liquid T growing sour and old with time, when there were the Baker Street irregulars, down there as well, picking up the joint, precious girls as lizards and staying themselves. God, it was sexy, god, it was wonderful.

Flashlight pinpoints of white everywhere. The hollow sound of the shoot, the nasal sound of the death. Was always the way shiny sweated Johnny ended. The late Coolio of the outside evening, and the sweaty hot perspiring summer of the inside disco. Shiny fell. And the dancers and in the red lace caught him this glitzy like it or lump it super star, he fell in their hands with long red broad claws stretched them and scratched him and he screamed. He screamed the deep male voice. I can make it now. I can get out of this goddam lab, because I lost Johnny. One never finds again, the one secret apogee to filter out, truncated life, and me here in the harder it plays, the softer the music flows, it's all a stick of red glowing sex and wildness . I create time and again that I can only see. Me, lost to myself, I did this whole thing in my head, in the raw, the fluid tell me Locust 531, what makes it so easy for you? You see the women sitting and sultry to see Johnny up there in the spotlights stay cool in strangle coat of spangles of sweaty Vaseline of him and this fire spidery in order. This fire Johnny, spider man, cannot put out, for he was an other, whose flaming eyebrows prodded him not in the least and he turned away from the fire that started and in BEEGEES, he went on a psychedelic way.

I'm a stubby man, I'm a scientist. I'm not on the map at all, my face of radiation burns scarred, though . They see it in my creations, a large point of ugliness there to hook them and haunt them carry them to ripping off their clothes, and thrusting their pubic hair into while gyrating hips of Johnny. In the middle of glowing hell flame. The sexual frenzy is wilder. There off, as everyone burns and smoke senses those to writhing sausage flesh, his pants, hurts them off and he gyrated again. How the micro into his mouth of word, I guess I can't guess any further, she gyrated against them and he him. He thrust of his sinful selves into her mouth. Besides catcher ordered, the five cats roared and strung along the burning floor. They lay, he lay beneath them. Their penises and doors and gourds entered farewell touch this way hurt some more. Please them. Please them more. My brain is on fire. I'm gonna scream, but I can't let them know I'm doing this on steam engine became producer fuel. They have a retro rocket fuel. They came for space. And all creamy dreamy space all articulated as the night clubbers go over their white satin covered tablecloths to the rest of them to the Panthers on the floor, the gleaming black solid hard marble floor, and music it's hot, dusty, dirty. I put my hands my head. I was a poet. I do believe in Johnny Trump have Johnny shiny it is a gunshot to his head. I don't believe in Johnny, though. I gunshot in his head in the header Johnny Trump, hear me Johnny, you're dead meat, a dead me from a 30s movie for. I can't, Johnny all the signs and kill all the signs on the head, in my mind, Locust work again please Locust 531. I didn't yell, call it is sweaty room in medical lab.

I am an alcoholic, wearing a gray dingy mock smock coat, and eyebrows don't meet in the middle. But they come damn close. And by some Robert Plant in a huge huge invasive dirt soil of the desert floor, captured in a mahogany prison; Gloria Graham will be there with her funny lip, her language all study eyes, her gaze the smoky look, her hidden jaw. And she would tell me Lucy Rubens loser now, and I say howdy ya know, keep my mother out of this. She was a swell dame, this is the Ark of the 70s, next week thought there in the 80s. Next, they want the Ark of 2020. When stop was my brain without the secret. Locust Baker did not do it. They're going now, man in moment. Boyz are all and girls are all embarrassed and night their eyes and half lidded sex and lost in Seine. Then I care for reality that every jealous, definite homage, near like a Locust scoops up and here is the unique town of unbearable summer and a winter world of desolation sand by God the sand of this place. It's stupid ideas of night is who has indicated underhanded night of the thought off first. But they left it to me. Me, like he, Lucky. There is one thing for certain. The boys are after me. It's only the doing. Of them, only, they are as dirty as I am. And as unkempt, as poorly dressed and shivery as I, lost in the night call, in the cold. In this corner of alley, what dark let night. Wish I had a light, a smoke, warm place for the night, sunshine of the summer day. But the sun doesn't shine on inverts, that's why they take me around and kick me to use me. Hurt me, because they'd like it, because he gets off, he wished he was his free was like my free. But not free of scared him hiding cold. Oh God, I'm cold, he should find me soon here on the rainy cobblestones the sin world of the Ripper. Smiling cheeky Jack should find a chummy catch in a measly boy, I'll be bound. I suits them and use them. Make them less than saucy. I take my mind into their heads and play with their brains at they put my cock that airs and will be bound to be their mouth , as I finally of game playing but for all. Me the most irregular of the regulars irregulars. How I take it??

Wildebeest healthy a pretty bold one of this time thrust of cock. Let me be the one Jack be the one to have your knife's insanity gleam, okay take my eyes, with Jack's cocked eyebrows and is sorely pain inning thou must service me before I take you young lad.

Matt was a lucky guy. He thought this to himself with a goofy grin as he took in what was happening. Matt was lying on his back, and a beautiful 18 year old swimmer was riding his 14 year old 5 inch cock up and down. The college freshmen's moans and increasing pace indicating that he was approaching his climax. At the same time, being inside his beautifully toned ass was bringing Matt excruciatingly closer to his own peak. While this was going on, a stunningly cute just turned 14 year old named Cal was in pure ecstasy, as Matt gave him his first ever blow job. Cal was sitting on Matt's chest and his 4 inch dick had completely disappeared inside Matt's mouth, a sight the 8th grader was stunned, and incredibly turned on by. Matt was holding Cal's hairless balls, and sliding his mouth from the tip of the boy's dick all the way to the base, where his nose would come to rest in the sparse patch of not quite peach fuzz and not quite full on pubes. The 17 year old, named Connor, was sitting on Matt's crotch, facing Cal's back, watching his smooth bubble butt loosen and tighten as Matt serviced his teen cock.

Cal felt Matt smile around his beautiful uncircumcised dick, and looked down at Matt. He returned a genuine smile and searched for the words to express how thankful he was to be included in this without sounding too gay. Cal had never dreamed of messing around with other guys, that is until a kid as admired and popular as Matt asked him if he wanted to.

"You're a cool kid Matt." Cal decided these words got the point across pretty well. The irony of Cal's choice of words made Matt smile even more, considering a few weeks ago he was...

But before he could get too deep in thought, Connor called out with desperation in his voice. "Matt, I think I'm gonna cum, pump me harder bro!" Matt gladly obliged. He grabbed onto Cal's ass, bringing Cal closer to his face, and started humping Connor's hole with everything he had. This brought all three boys right to the precipice of their climaxes, where their sexual arousal seemed to hover for a moment, prolonging the agony and pleasure. Until Cal, with his eyes scrunched closed, feeling the unstoppable building of his first orgasm brought on by a person other than himself, let out a single involuntary cry that was much higher in pitch than his normal 8th grader voice. That one uncontrolled sexual sound was too much for either Matt or Connor, and they both let loose into mindblowingly powerful orgasms.

Every time Matt had pumped into Connor, he had hit that spot that drives him crazy, the sight of the muscles in Cal's 14 year old ass tightening and loosening was strike two, and the super cute noise Cal made was the nail in the coffin for Connor. Without ever once touching his six and a half inch dick, he shot rope after creamy rope of college boy cum. The first one went up and over Cal to God knows where. Shots two through six blasted into Cal's slightly toned back and ran down his butt crack onto Matt's lower chest. While the rest dribbled onto Matt's six pack stomach, making a belly button pool of cum. Meanwhile, Connor's contracting anus sent Matt over the edge. To say this was one of the most powerful orgasms of Matt's life wouldn't be fair, because they all seemed to be like that these days, but this one was certainly up there. His body convulsed into a slight U shape, and the whole world seemed to stop. His dick pumped out as much watery semen as it possibly could (which was nowhere close to the thick barrage Connor had just let loose) into Connor's awaiting ass. He honestly couldn't control his body's movements. But he somehow had the presence of mind to want to continue making Cal feel good, but his body wouldn't cooperate. As it turned out, it didn't need to. Matt contorting into a U jammed Cal's 4 incher as far as it would go into Matt's mouth and then some. That paired with Matt tightening his mouth like a vice around Cal's dick was too much. The pleasure in his penis built and built, it approached the point that Cal had grown used to reaching when he was by himself, and then it surpassed it. It kept growing until he literally thought he was going to explode. And then he did. He felt the most intense pleasure he thought could possibly be obtained by a human being. His cock convulsed so violently, he thought it was going to break off. The first 3 convulsions threw small amounts of watery thin clear cum into Matt's awaiting mouth. The rest of the twitches were equally powerful and pleasurable but produced nothing.

The three boys covered in sweat and Connor's thick cum stayed like that for a moment. The afterglow of their orgasms bringing nearly as much pleasure as the cums themselves. Cal was the first to snap back to reality. He looked down at Matt, and saw his post orgasm face. Eyes scrunched closed and face relaxed in serene joy. That paired with own dick still in Matt's mouth was too much. He burst out laughing. Matt snapped out of it, realized why Cal was laughing, and started laughing too. He pushed him off his chest and sent him sprawling to the floor, where he continued laughing in a heap. Gasping for air he managed to get out, "You have DICK BREATH!" and then he continued laughing hysterically.

Connor grinned and shook his head. "You guys are retarded...Pass me the bowl bro."

Matt reached for the still smoldering pipe on his nightstand and handed it to Connor, who took a long deep rip. He exhaled, sending a thick cloud of weed into the air as he raised himself off of Matt's slowly deflating penis. Cal stopped laughing as watched Connor detaching himself from Matt, a look of serious concentration on his face. And then he burst out laughing again. "And you have CUM ASS!!" Now all three of them started laughing.

A few minutes later, Connor checked the time on his phone, "Damn guys, I got class tonight, I gotta get going," Connor started franticly searching for his clothes among the mess of the three boys' outfits strewn about the floor. "Matt, let me know when you need some more bud ok?"

"Sounds good man." Matt said as Connor ripped his clothes on and jogged out the door to his car.

Cal, still naked and semi hard watched him go from his spot on the floor. "So he doesn't make you pay at all?" Cal asked Matt in disbelief.

"Nope, he just wants to mess around every now and then, and in exchange I get all the weed I want."

"That's awesome man..." Cal smiled and shook his head. He'd meant to say something else, but the feelings the weed was giving him caused him to become lost in his own happy thoughts. He admired Matt so much. All the kids and teachers at school liked him. He was super smart and didn't even seem to try, and he was awesome at pretty much every sport. And the coolest thing about him was that older kids seemed to like him too. They were always inviting him to parties and giving him weed and boos. Everybody at school knew he'd dated just about every popular girl at school and they all loved him, but he'd also been seen hanging out with older girls in high school too. But the weird part was that nobody knew for sure, because he never bragged about anything, and if you asked him he'd sorta just smile and shrug his shoulders.

The combination of the weed and the amazing orgasm afterglow had both boys feeling really good. Cal had never smoked before or gotten a blow job for that matter, so Matt decided to let Cal zone out with that peaceful smile on his face a little while longer. While Cal zoned, Matt took in his amazing body. He was still leaned up against the wall, where he'd landed when Matt chucked him off his chest, and his dick was still semi hard, twitching with each heart beat. He had the body of an athletic kid who had just started puberty, but then puberty seemed to change its mind. He had a 4 inch uncircumcised dick that after years of his parents constant (and embarrassing) reminders, he kept obsessively clean. And his balls were still pretty small and hairless. In fact the only hair he had on his body was the dirty blonde hair on his head, a few strands under his arm pits, and the small patch of not quite peach fuzz not quite pubes above his dick. Because puberty had seemed to change its mind for Cal, he didn't have the toned body he deserved for the hard work he put in to soccer. Instead his tummy was flat but undefined, he had an amazingly cute bubble butt that most girls would kill for, and he had slightly puffy nipples about the size of quarters. His face was in a word perfect, Matt thought. Despite having just turned 14, he still had the face of a preteen. His dirty blonde hair was medium length and swept to the right, he had dark brown eyes, a cute chin and straight white teeth framed by full lips. Matt smiled as he recalled conversations in which Cal complained about his lagging development, but one happy consequence of this was that while many of Cal's classmates were indeed growing hair in places Cal wasn't, their faces were also becoming covered in acne. Cal's skin was smooth and blemish free.

"Hey man, the bowl's still a little green. Wanna smoke a little more and then jump in the shower?" Matt asked Cal.

Cal awoke from his zone out with a goofy smile on his face. "How lucky am I that a kid like Matt is my friend?" Cal thought to himself. Cal wasn't exactly popular at school, but he was by no means an outcast either. He was just kinda average. Adults said he was cute, but girls always seemed to pass him over. Not in a mean way, but they just thought he looked too young compared to the other 8th graders.

Cal contemplated the bowl for a moment and that said, "Sure. Let's do it." Smoking weed was another thing Cal had never dreamed of doing. He'd been raised, like many kids are, with hypocritical adults telling him how bad it was and to stay away from it. But then Matt, with a little convincing, got Cal to try it. Now Cal cursed all the people who told him not to do something as awesome and fun as this.

Matt picked up the bowl and headed to the bathroom with Cal trailing behind. He stopped in front of the large mirror above the sink and said, "Watch yourself in the mirror so you don't fumble around with it as much as last time dude," as he handed the bowl to Cal. Cal took the bowl and awkwardly began trying to simultaneously light the lighter and take a hit.

"It doesn't help that he's high as a kite." Matt thought to himself as he watched his friend's reflection fumble with the bowl. As Cal struggled, Matt took in the contrast of the two bodies before him. Where Cal's body had just started into puberty, Matt's was already well into it. His arms and shoulders were muscular and defined, he had pectoral muscles that every teenage boy wished they could have, and to top it off he had a six pack. That being said he was skinny like Cal and his muscles, while exceptionally strong, didn't have much mass because he was of course only 14 (sorta). He had an extremely handsome adolescent face that girls of all ages loved, with brown medium length hair that had a just woke up sort of quality to it. Matt's circumcised dick looked huge compared to Cal's even though it was in reality only an inch longer. It was however, wider and the light amount of hair on his balls and the small patch above his dick made his look much more mature. Matt had never messed around with an uncircumcised kid before, and he loved the way that Cal's foreskin hung over his smooth balls. Looking at Cals package, Matt decided he'd have to experiment with the boys foreskin a little in the shower. With that thought, despite having just had an Earth shattering orgasm, Matt felt a stirring in his balls, and realized he'd be rock hard again in seconds if he didn't calm down.

"It's so easy to get hard at this age." Matt thought to himself. To avoid liftoff, Matt grudgingly pried his eyes off of Cals youthful body and switched his attention to the boys failing efforts to light the bowl. All he'd succeeded in doing was to burn his fingers and spill a little of the weed.

Grinning, Matt picked up the weed that Cal had spilt and placed in back in the pipe. He then stood behind Cal, and placing the boys hands in his own, showed him how to properly hold it. When he reached forward to grab the hand in which Cal was holding the lighter, the boys bodies made contact. Matts toned stomach fitting into the small of Cals back, and his already excited member nestling between Cals smooth bubble butt cheeks. Cal enjoyed the accidental embrace and settled back into his friend. Matt grinned even wider and began reciting the 7s table in his head. It didn't work.

As Matt removed his hand from Cals bowl hand, and lit the lighter for him, his cock quickly swelled to its full 5 inches. Matt very much enjoyed the feeling of his dick rubbing Cals butt crack, and judging by Cals rapidly inflating member, so did he. But Matt remained focused on the task at hand. He lowered the lit lighter to the bowl and said, "Ok budd, now take a big rip." Cal did as he was told, exhaled and passed it to Matt.

With that hit, Cal was on a different planet. His whole body felt sensational, everything was electric. The feeling of being so close to Matt, and the sensation of his cock rubbing between his butt cheeks was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He snuggled a little more into Matts body and enjoyed the feeling of his touch and his warmth. Gay or straight didn't matter to him right now. He just wanted to be close to another human being.

He handed the bowl over to Matt and headed for the shower. Matt finished off the weed, and then blew out the remains into the toilet. Matt noticed his very high friend staring at a floor tile with his mouth half open, and did what any good friend would do. He gave him a titty twister. Cal half yelped half laughed and then shoved Matt into the shower. What ensued was a titty twisting sack tap battle, the likes of which have never been seen before. Both boys were laughing hysterically enjoying the naughty feeling of being naked, horny, and high as kites. But then Matt turned Cal around and began soaping his back. Once it was good and slippery he started rubbing and massaging his back.

Cal quieted down and enjoyed the sensation of his friend gently kneading him. Before today, Cal would have dismissed the notion that friends could do this sort of thing together as gay. But earlier that afternoon, Matt had pointed out that the girls in school just aren't as horny as boys are. There's no way around it. A kid like Matt dated all the pretty girls, but most of them wouldn't do anything more than make out, even for a kid as cool as him. Cal allowed himself to think back to the school day as his friend rubbed his back... Earlier that day

20 or so 7th and 8th grade middle school boys were engaged in a gym class soccer match. This being their only chance of the school day to blow off some steam, they were all going all out. Because of the unseasonably warm September weather, most of the boys were wearing thin tee shirts and athletic shorts making the class seem more like another day of summer vacation rather than a mandatory requirement. All of the boys were playing hard and having fun, but one boy was quickly taking over the game.

Despite having never played soccer competitively, Matt had become the focal point of his team. Utilizing an athletic ability not at all common in a boy his age, Matt was making steals, playing defense, and scoring goals seemingly at will. In fact he was doing so well that he decided to tone it down a bit, so as not to draw too much attention to himself. Despite having just started at this school at the beginning of September, the whole school already admired him greatly for his athletic ability and his easy going kind nature, but he didn't want to get carried away.

The other team committed a turnover, giving Matts team possession of the ball. In a gesture that he found both flattering and amusing, the boy on his team who made the steal immediately passed the ball to Matt. Normally teamwork comes a little tough to boys this age, but everybody liked and respected Matt so much that despite having made no attempt to call for the ball, it was instantly given to him.

Matt broke down the field, blowing by most of the defense. He found himself approaching the goal, with only one defender in his way. The defender was a younger boy, a 7th grader who had been stuck on defense because he wasn't as good as the 8th graders. Matt knew he could effortlessly fake out the smaller boy and score an easy goal, but Matt knew the kid. He was a cute boy named Sean who got picked on because he was smaller. He had short blonde hair and light freckles across his cheeks. His blue eyes looked almost unnaturally bright in contrast with his light hair and skin. He had a charming look of concentrated determination on his face as he contemplated how to prevent Matt from scoring. Matt knew his team was already far ahead and in no danger of losing, so he decided to give the kid a boost in self esteem. He allowed Sean to get in close and slide tackle the ball away. Matt did a slightly theatric nose dive, and Sean passed the ball to one of his team mates. Matt got up and jogged over to the smaller boy and said, "Hey Sean, nice play dude!"

Sean was momentarily speechless, not accustomed to being given the time of day by older popular kids. Then his face lit up, and with a huge smile he said, "Thanks Matt!" Matt returned the smile and then jogged back to rejoin the game.

A few minutes later, the gym teacher told the boys to head back to the locker room and get changed. The sense of summer like freedom and fun was instantly replaced with a feeling of dread and misery as the boys trudged back to the school building and the monotony of class. Matt was focused on drinking from his water bottle when he heard a voice say, "I saw what you did there with Sean. That was pretty cool man." Matt looked down to see a boy whose name he knew was Cal walking next to him. Cal had been on Matt's team, but other than basic on field communication, the two hadn't spoken in school before now.

Matt did his best to not look surprised. "Don't know what you're talking about dude, that kid should be on the Olympic team, he's a beast." Said Matt with a sarcastic smile.

"Yea, all 70 pounds of him." Cal said, causing both boys to laugh. "I'm Cal by the way."

"Matt." Said Matt as he shook Cals hand.

By now, the boys had reached the locker room and had sat down on the bench to remove their shoes.

"You were kicking ass out there today. Why don't you try out for the school team? We could use you." Cal asked as he tugged off his socks.

Matt laughed, "I've never played soccer before. Other than screwing around in the back yard or in gym class. That's why."

Cal shook his head, "That doesn't matter, you're a natural athlete. Comon man, give it a shot. We need a good striker."

"I dunno dude." Matt was just about to say no when Cal slid off his athletic shorts exposing a pair of plaid boxers that was about a size too small. Probably an older pair from last year or something. These boxers did an excellent job of showing off Cal's wonderfully round bubble butt to Matt, as well as outlining a little package in the front. After staring for a split second too long, Matt changed his mind. "Ok, I'll do it."

"Great! Try outs start at 2. I'll see you down there." As Cal said this, Matt had been removing his shirt. Now it was Cal's turn to stare at Matts toned arms shoulders back and six pack. When Cal was unable to pull his eyes away, Matt realized this was going to be interesting.

The day was going by rather uneventfully for Matt until the second to last period of the day. It was science class for Matt, and nobody in the class was paying much attention to the monotone teacher going on about gravity. Matt was beginning to nod off when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He held it under his desk so that he could see it, but the teacher couldn't. It was a text message from a number he didn't know. The contents of this message made him smile from ear to ear. It was a self shot mirror picture of the girl two rows over from him. In the picture, the girl, whose name was Nicole was shirtless and was exposing her left nipple from underneath her bra. Underneath the picture were the words, "I think ur cute."

Matt looked over at Nicole. She too had a big grin on her face, but she looked straight ahead, pretending to pay attention to the teacher. She was a very cute girl. She had long dark hair, tan skin and green eyes. There was a rumor going around school that she was on birth control, which was entirely believable given the fact that her boobs were huge for an 8th grader.

"I think you're pretty cute too." Matt texted back.

I was walking in some woods when a wolf jumped in front of me and started growling. I got on my knees and stared him in the eyes. He stopped growling and walked over to me, never breaking eye contact. Then we were nose to nose and he started sniffing and then licked my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue went inside my mouth. Then I heard him speak "Follow me" I did. We came to a cave with several more wolves. There were 3 females and 5 males, including the one leading me. He told them he found me in the woods. I introduced myself as Benshara Du La Quay. They all told me their names although I can't recall them. The largest female, I'm thinking the alpha female walked up to me, turned and presented herself to me. I knew instinctively what she wanted. I stripped and was already hard ass a rock watching the leading wolf's ass and balls sway. I mounted her and bred her. The same thing happened with the other two females, and I bred them too. The males' cocks were all out of their sheaths. The males all presented their asses to me also. I bred them all also. The male that lead me there asked me to suck him off which I readily did and received a huge load of wolf cum which I swallowed down. He then said you are now part of our pack.

I had taken to walking in the woods at night after my encounter with the pack. One night my alpha showed up in my path. Somehow I could scent him. Anyway, he came to me and we nuzzled each other and he began to lick my face and I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in. He said "follow me". I followed him back to the pack's cave and was greeted by them all and received more nuzzles. My alpha-Madano-told me "it is the night before the full moon and you need to be here. Since you mated with us all, you will begin a transformation as soon as the moon rises." I asked if I would be like a werewolf. "No. You will transform fully into a wolf. At that point you will be able to breed and impregnate any of the females if you wish to do so, becoming sire to wolf cubs. You will stay a wolf all night for 2 nights. You need to make quick arrangements to be here tomorrow night by dusk. The transformation will be painful the first time, but as it happens more often, it will get easier." I was in shock. I would turn into a wolf and be able to father litters of wolf cubs. I sat down and Madano came up to me and nuzzled me. "I know you are a gay human, but we would be honored if you would sire a litter with each of the females. They came into heat today and will be in heat for 4 days. We need fresh DNA, yours, but will not force this upon you. It is your decision. No disgrace will fall upon you if you decide not to do this. If you don't, we will take measures to allay the females' cravings without making them pregnant and then after 2 more full moons, they will go into heat again and you will make the decision again." I looked at the 4 females and they all had a look of lust in their eyes. I could allay their cravings for now without making them pregnant, and I did.

I walked into the cave just as the sun set. Within a few hours I felt a burning all over my body. Then the changes started happening. After about 30 minutes the changes were complete and I was a full wolf. All the others came to me and gave me nuzzles. Madano asked if I made a decision about breeding the females. I told him I would breed one this time and let two other males have the honor of breeding the other 2 females so we could create a wider gene pool. The wolf gestation is about 2 - 2 1/2 months. Then I would find out how many true wolf pups I sired. I chose Luna as my mate for the night. She was a beautiful bitch and as soon as she turned to present herself to me, I unsheathed and slid into her pussy and fucked her for about 45 minutes before my knot slipped into her and locked us together as I unloaded my entire load of wolf cum. After we finally parted, she told me that I lasted longer than most of her past partners. I told her it might be the human part of me still there wanting it to last. As I was resting a little from the breeding, Madano came over to me and licked my cheek and I turned my face and we started licking each other's muzzles. He said "Now that you have bred. I need to breed and I choose you." I was taken back for a moment, but as he was the alpha, I could not refuse. I got down as Luna had done and presented my ass to him. He did not mount me right away but started rimming my tailhole. His tongue felt so good. After some time, he finally mounted me. His cock was so big and he filled me completely. He fucked me for what seemed a long time, but actually only about 20 minutes his knot slipped into my tailhole and we were locked as he filled my ass with his wolf seed. When we finally were able to part, he licked me and said he would like me to be his mate. I accepted right away. Since I was a wolf for two nights. I spent the next day running through the woods with the pack and at night I bred Luna again and afterwards, my new mate bred me.

The morning after my 2nd night as a wolf, I woke up as a human again. I was cuddled with Luna in front of me and Madano behind me. The rest of the pack were all around us. They were there to protect their newest member. After having some food that I brought with me, I went to the a nearby stream with Madano and Luna and bathed. They stood by as guards against anyone or anything that might harm me. We went back tot he cave and I dressed and gave kisses and nuzzles to each and everyone of my pack. I learned to love them all very quickly.

The next two full moons I went back to the cave and made my transformation. While Luna was pregnant, I only had sex with the other males. Madano told the pack that since I am the alpha-mate, each and every one of them must submit to me. I asked Madano "I understand that I am able to breed with anyone I wish, but may the other males ask to breed me?" --- "No. But you may ask them to breed you." Each night I had sex with each of the males, but always ended the night with Madano breeding me.

All through Luna's pregnancy, I would go to the pack on the weekends and stay as a human, and as a human I could not make the females pregnant, so I would make love to the females, but as usual, each night I submitted to my mate. I will admit taking his knot hurt more as a human that as a wolf, but I loved my mate, and could not refuse the alpha. He was also the largest male of the pack, so his cock was larger than the other males. As a wolf, it turned out that I had the second largest cock of the pack.

Finally the time came for Luna to deliver our pups. It happened to be be during the full moon cycle so I was a wold as she gave birth to 4 pups, 2 males and 2 females. They were more of a silver color than the dark gray of the rest of the pack and Madano said it might be because I am a white human turned wolf. It did not matter as they pups were mine and they would be loved. We decided to combine naming for the pups 2 would have more human type names and 2 would be wolf names.

Coar was a prince, third born and very willful.  He had been told that to enter the Glittering Forest was very dangerous, if not deadly - and that went double when the three moons were in stepped-phase.  Then, he had been told, there was created an opening between the world of Kingdom Tehnra and the realms of the Others.

    Coar was as curious as he was headstrong, and he was very interested in seeing an Other.  So, ignoring all warnings and prohibitions, he snuck out of the castle one night while the moons were in stepped-phase, Maith dominant.

    The Glittering Forest was a stand of ice-trees an hour north of the Castle of his father King Tres of Tehnra.  The odd, otherworldly, transparent trees were even more lovely in the multi-shaded light of the three moons.  Coar roamed through the trees aimlessly until he saw a brighter glow which he followed to its source which was a circle of Others dancing.

    They were beautiful.  From tiny winged creatures flitting about to the beautiful human-sized females with their pointed ears, wisp-like hair, bare, violet-tipped breasts and lythe limbs.  His heart and loins began to stir as the scent of the dancers flowed over him and when the eyes of the tallest, fullest breasted, most beautiful Other in the glade met his, his heart was lost.

    With a tiny bird-like cry of fear, the light and the Others vanished back into their Realm.  Coar echoed the cry as they left, and then stayed in the glade until the sun rose.

    Coar made his way back to the Castle wondering what he was going to do now.  He was in love with an Other, deeply and unmovingly so.  After spending a day and a night trying to forget the elfin beauty and the way his loins stirred at the meerest mental glimpse of her ivory-shining skin, he knew he had to have her.

    It took him three months plus a few days to find a solution.  It took so long because he couldn't just ask what he wanted because of the laws about the Glittering Forest.  He had to be circuitous about presenting his desires, feeling out how people felt about the Others and the Forest.

    He was in the Library one day, doing some research in the Castle's collection of folklore, when he met Atchenra.  Coar had seen the young man about the castle recently but didn't know him.

    He was sitting at one of the massive reading desks examining one of the tomes that Coar had been intending to look at.  The prince stood silently and watched the stranger by the light that shone through the tall windows.  He was very handsome: tall (or so it seemed), slim, dark haired, fine boned, aristocratically featured.  He looked like a scholar and Coar wondered just who he was.

    Eventually he walked over to the seated man and said, "Hello.  I'm Coar. Is that book any good?"

    The young man looked up, startled, and then smiled.  He knew Coar by sight: he had been shown all the nobility of court, especially the Princes.  Coar was very much like his father the King and his eldest brother, Tanist Parah.  He was of a height with Chen, with golden-tan skin, dark brown hair and a slim, hard body built up by long hours of swordplay, horse sports, and a general fitness program.  His eyes were arrestingly green and Chen caught himself staring at that fine, handsome face.

    He said, "Hi.  I'm Atchenra, but almost everyone calls me Chen.  I'm the new fourth assistant wizard to your father's court, fresh from the school at Benerath.  I came here because of your Castle's proximity to the Tertiary Portal - what is called the Glittering Forest.  You see, my main area of interest is the Others and I was sure that there would be lots of interesting data about them here.  I was right and yes, this book is very good."

    Coar had found his accomplice.  Two days later he had sounded Chen out enough to present his problem to his new friend.

    Chen was dubious about what Coar wanted, though.  It took a little wheedling to get Chen to agree to perform the summoning required.

    Coar fasted for three days while Chen prepared an old, disused audience chamber for the ceremony.  When all was ready they began.

    Coar stood within a small seven-sided figure painted on the granite floor. A larger eight-sided figure made from two squares set at an angle to each other and completely circumscribed was painted close to Coar's shape.  Chen sat within a simple triangle, a brazier in front of him.  Chen said, "Okay, Coar.  Concentrate.  Summon a picture to your mind and the magic will summon the Other to us.  Whenever you are ready..."

    Coar began to concentrate, summoning up an image of the beautiful Other with ease.  As he focused on the image of his love object he felt his cock stirring somewhat within his loincloth.  He allowed his hunger for the Other to mount, hoping it would aid the spell.  Emotion was power, so Chen had said, and lust was a powerful emotion.

    It didn't take long.  A blue mist formed within the pseudo-octagon, seeming to fill it up as if it had three dimensions.  Then, in the blink of an eye the mist vanished and there stood the Other.

    Chen gasped with something more than awe at her beauty, but Coar was totally speechless.  The ravishing beauty stared first at Chen, then at Coar, digging into their minds through their eyes, seeking and getting non-verbal answers to unspoken questions.  Finally satisfied, she stepped casually out of the octacle that should have bound her and paced slowly about Coar, examining him minutely.

    When she reached his front again she bored once more into his eyes for a long time and finally smiled.  She leaned into his septacle and kissed Coar on the lips deeply and with lots of exciting tongue action.  Coar's cock strained against his loincloth again and, as the Other continued the kiss, he came in his hose.

    The Other finished the kiss and smiled, a smile that set Coar's cock to rising again.

    Then she turned to Chen and said, "Know, mortals, that I am Flaer, a noble of the OtherRealm.  I have been summoned for the usual reason.  This time, I have found Prince Coar an acceptable candidate for my affections.  But, there is a program you must both go through.  Your part, Chen, is to make sure that Coar follows by instructions to the letter.  The consequences to you both if either fails will not be pretty.

    Turning back to Coar, she said, "Now, the rules:

    "First, this vial {which appeared in her hand from nowhere} must be injested once per day.  It will refill itself at the proper time.

    "Second, this box {which again sprang into her hand from nowhere} contains pills that you must take two at a time, before each meal and before you go to sleep at night.

    "Third, this jar contains a cream that must be massaged into your chest once per day.  Use the whole jar each time - it will also refill itself.

    "Fourth, *this* jar must be used to massage Coar to orgasm once per day: use it like the one for his chest.

    "You, Chen, have joined yourself to the completion of Coar's quest.  You must be sure that my strictures are followed: I shall know if anything goes wrong when I return in six months.

    "One last thing: you are to procure the finest of silks, satins and velvets for Coar to wear and sleep upon.  His skin will become very sensitive shortly and anything else will irritate it.

    "Farewell, mortals.  Six months until I return and Coar's dream comes true. Six months until I see you again, my soon-to-be lover.  Fare well..." And she vanished.

    Chen recovered first but he just stood and stared at the collection of magical containers that had been placed at his feet.  When Coar was again capable of reacting, he asked, "What was that all about, Chen? All those pills and creams and stuff?"

    "Coar...gods! Why didn't you tell me *when* you saw your Other?"

    "Why? I didn't know it mattered."

    "The dominant moon at the phase-conjunction controls where the Gate opens in the OtherRealm.  Flaer is an Other of the Shades - an evil Other.  Was Maith full that night?"

    Coar, remembering the predominance of green in the triple shadows that night, said, "Yes."

    "Maith is the key to the Shadow Realm.  Flaer is evil - but we must obey her.  She promised revenge if we didn't follow her orders."

    "But what does she want? What will those things do to me?" asked Coar.

    "I don't know, Coar.  She wants you.  I don't know what she plans, but she wants you.  Don't you feel lucky? Your dream will come true." Chen's look was odd, disconcerting Coar.  But it passed quickly and he stooped to gather up the things Flaer had left.  "Come on, let's go back to your quarters and begin."

    And so it began.  Once back in Coar's room, Chen arranged the OtherRealm things on a low table.  He then picked up the small glass phial and handed it to Coar, who nervously unstoppered it and drank down the thin but honey-tasting liquid within.  He felt the liquid burn down his throat like raw liquor, hit his stomach and, after a moment, burst outward from there throughout his whole body, leaving a tingling in his toes, fingertips, nipples, and cockhead.

    Chen noticed the glazed look in Coar's face after he was handed back the phial.  He said, "I guess the pills will wait until even-meal, but perhaps the chest-cream should be used now."

    For some reason, both of them assumed that Chen would perform the task of massaging in the cream.  Coar, still a little dazed from the phial's contents, was able to remove his belt but had to have Chen help him off with his tunic. Chen lifted off the lid of the small blue jar after seating the prince on a bench at the foot of the bed.  Scooping out a double-fingerful, he began to lightly rub the warm, greasy stuff into Coar's bronzed chest.

    It took about an hour to empty the jar as instructed by Flaer.  A few minutes into the massage, Coar was overwhelmed by the incredibly subtle and sexual warmth that penetrated his skin and through his body as the cream was smoothed on and, with a deep groan that Chen didn't know signaled another hands-off orgasm for the prince, Coar leaned back until he was half reclining on his bed, eyes closed and arms spread.  He remained that way through the whole rest of the massage.

    Chen wasn't sure just what Flaer had meant by 'chest', so he rubbed gently from Coar's collar-bone to the base of his ribs and from as far down each side as he could comfortably reach to the middle.  Neither of them noticed the time that Chen spent playing with Coar's nipples - except for Coar's cock that is, which had already begun to rise after its auto-orgasm and which shot up to fully hard when Chen began in on the nipples.

    Coar seemed asleep by the time Chen was finished, so he went to the water room to rinse the lilac-scented cream off of his hands.  When he got back, Coar had levered himself back to a sitting position, his eyes still somewhat glazed.

    Chen said, "I'll see the chamberlain about new furnishings and the Master Tailor about new clothes.  It might take a while to replace your wardrobe without arousing suspicion, though.

    "I'll be back just before even-meal.  Um...bye."

    Coar gradually recovered from the weird feelings that had coursed through his body and he went to the water room to bathe - he felt sticky, uncomfortable, but not at all ashamed that he had cum in his loincloth twice. He took a long, slow bath, idly fingering his still tingling nipples and stroking his cock lazily.  When he heard the bells toll the sixth partition, he got out of the pool, dressed, and was ready by the time Chen knocked on his door.

    The pills were small and had no taste or effect to compare with the other two items that had gone before.  After even-meal, Coar and Chen sat up in the library, reading about the Shadow Realm, both looking for an explanation of what Flaer was after but not finding even a hint.  The chambermaids had been and gone by the time they returned to the prince's room and now Coar's bed was attired in satin, with a velvet coverlet.  Chen watched as Coar swallowed another pill and then seemed not to know how to proceed to the next part.  He picked up the red jar, the last of the daily requirements, and eyed it with both unease and just a hint of eager expectation.

    Finally, Coar took it from Chen and said, "I promise to use it properly, Chen.  I know what it means to screw up.  Don't worry." Chen smiled faintly and said, "I will see you tomorrow, Coar.  Good night to you."

    When he was alone, Coar stripped and glanced at the mirror on the wardrobe.  He had seldom paid much attention to his reflection, but he knew from various comments that he was considered handsome.  He liked his body flat, trim yet well muscled.  It did what he wanted it to, when he wanted it to, and it looked good too.  His attention was drawn to his cock - nestled in its patch of brown hair, just beginning to rise a bit, his cock was a fine instrument - clean lined, circumcised (a custom among the nobility of the kingdom), think and long when fully erect: a hefty 9 1/2 inches long at maximum erection.  His hand strayed to the rising organ and at his touch it began to rise even faster.  He went back to his bed and propped up some pillows at his headboard so he could sit up as he carried out Flaer's last daily instruction.

    Coar hadn't masturbated alone since he was 11.  Shortly after he had discovered how good that hunk of flesh could make him feel, his next-oldest brother, Blaine, had taken him into the city to a cathouse and had gotten him de-virginized.  Since then, nearly five years ago, he had had plenty of sexual adventures: as a Prince (even a third-in-line one), there was no shortage of
partners to choose from.  So, the delights of auto-eroticism hadn't been necessary.

    But, like riding a horse, masturbation is never forgotten.  So, the little red jar to hand, coar got situated to play with himself.

    The cream in the jar was weird.  It was super-slippery, providing excellent lubrication, but it sank in very rapidly so that he had to use alot.  And, each fingerful changed scent: cinnamon, grape, cherry, apple, pomegranate, on and on.  coar took his time to be sure he used the whole jar up - he wasn't sure he had to cum exactly when the jar ran out but, whether by luck or skill, that first time he did.  A few after strokes and the last of the cream was absorbed - a short dip in the bath-pool got him cleaned up and ready for bed, very satisfied and very tired.

    The next three weeks were just about the same.  That second morning, Coar had risen and dressed, finding that his linen and cotton loincloths had been replaced by shiny, soft satin ribbons of cloth.  Chen had arrived soon after first partition bells and thereafter they established a pattern: phial, pills, first-meal, exercise, pills, mid-meal, research in the library, chest massage, free time, pills, even-meal, entertainment, sleep (after a little solo groin massage).

    By the end of the third week, Chen began to notice some changes.  First, though Coar spent almost as much time in the sun as he had before the summoning, his skin was becoming noticeably paler.  His hair was growing rapidly from his head, but under and on his arms and on his legs it was getting thinner.  And, easiest for him to notice were the two slowly but steadily growing mounds on Coar's chest, centered under his nipples.

    Chen didn't mention his observations to the prince for his own reasons.  He was getting closer and closer to Coar, managing to spend more and more time with him in natural increments.  He had a few goals in mind - his own 'dream', if you will - but he was prepared to explain his actions and attentions away by citing Flaer's admonition to him that he was to see that Coar followed her rules.

    Beginning the fourth week, Chen began to step up his plans.  He arrived early enough to help Coar dress in his new soft, satiny and shiny clothes. Coar didn't object to being seen nearly naked - he had only managed to don his loincloth by the time Chen arrived - and he seemed to enjoy being served by being helped to dress.  That night, Chen managed to help Coar *out* of most of his clothes before the prince got shy and dismissed him.

    And, during that week, Chen arrived earlier and earlier at the princes chambers so that by the seventh day Coar was still asleep when the young wizard entered his bedroom.  He just stood there looking at Coar until the first signs appeared of the prince waking up, when he took up a 'servant' pose by the wardrobe.

    Coar yawned and sat up, his satin sheet falling away from his chest. The lumps under his nipples were big enough to sag abit as he sat, and Chen had to suppress a shudder of excitement at the sight - and then another one as Coar got out of bed and revealed himself completely nude to Chen's eyes for the first time. Chen covered his excitement by acting the perfect valet, helping Coar into his clothes in as wooden, inhuman a manner as possible. After a moment of color in Coar's cheeks, the prince accepted Chen's help naturally and easily, much to Chen's surprise and glee.

    That day was like all the others up until the very end.  Chen stayed with Coar in his room and helped him undress as he had helped him dress completely.  Then, carefully watching the prince's face for any reaction, he said, "My Prince, may I assist you in your...pre-sleep activity?"

    Coar colored slightly and looked at the floor.  After a moment he raised his head and looked at Chen long and hard, obviously trying to decide.  Chen, doing his best to look the impassive servant even while his heart was racing with anticipation, noticed out of the corner of his eye that the prince's cock was beginning to rise slowly which almost made him faint with joy.  He wasn't at all surprised to hear Coar say, "Yes, Chen, you may." The royal prick was by then fully erect and throbbing.

    As was Chen's, though the wizard's state was well concealed by the fact that he was still fully clothed.  He hurriedly arranged a comfortable chair by the bed and then set some pillows before it.  Coar sat in the chair, slightly hunched down so that his ass was very close to the edge.  Chen took up his position at the prince's feet among the pillows, red jar close to hand.  Taking a dollop of the chameleon-scented scream onto two fingers, the wizard began to masturbate the prince in a decidedly practiced way.

    For Coar, who had become used to his nightly jerk sessions, having Chen's hand on his prick was both embarrassing and overwhelmingly pleasurable.  He let himself go with the feelings now that he didn't have to remain enough in control to keep the massage going himself, and felt his whole body fill with pleasure from his strangely tingly chest (mostly the nipples, but also the whole chest area) to the tips of his toes, from his scalp back to is cock. Finally, his 'self' just floated away into a realm of soft lights and naggingly familiar but unintelligible words that felt as good to his mind as his friend's hand on his cock felt to his body.  The lights and words, which became scents and tastes, got more and more pleasurable until finally, in concert with his body's orgasm, his 'self' overloaded on the sensations bombarding it and he passed out.

    Chen cleaned up the unconscious prince and put him to bed.  Once the sheets were pulled up, he bent down and kissed Chen on the lips with just enough tongue to wet them a bit.  Smiling, he went back to his own room and jerked himself off to relief.

    Two more months passed in this new pattern.  Every morning, Chen dressed Coar and every night after undressing him, Chen masturbated the prince into oblivion.  And Coar changed apace.

    The morning of the first day of the fourth month began as usual.  Chen awaited the prince's wakening in silence.  When Coar sat up and yawned, Chen saw his beautiful breasts bobbing slightly, as full and taut as those of any teenaged girl.  They measured (at last try) thirty-two inches, a measurement matched by his hips - his waist was a mere twenty inches - and they were capped by lovely little cherry-nipples.  There was no way that Coar could miss those hills on his chest, especially during his daily chest massage, but somehow he didn't seem to notice anything odd about himself.

    The prince stood up and Chen took in the whole body.  It was uniformly pale and creamy of skin.  His hair was down to mid-back, but it was almost gone from under his arms and around his cock, and it was completely gone from his arms and legs.  His musculature had faded into softness and a totally non-masculine roundedness - he now looked very feminine, and beautifully so.

    It was getting harder and harder for Chen's illusions to keep up the image of the old prince because it wasn't only outwardly that Coar was changing.  The old 'look' was easily enough done, but the prince's mannerisms were becoming as feminine as was his body - the way he walked and talked, moved his hands, sat, on and on.  Chen decided to convince the prince that they needed to leave the castle for an extended vacation.

    Coar's wardrobe had also changed.  Not just into soft and fancy fabrics but also becoming more and more feminine, more frilly and lacey, showing (to Chen and Coar only) more and more of the prince's female form.

    Chen helped the prince dress as usual and they began their daily routine. Near mid-meal, Chen suggested implementing their contingency plan.  They had decided some time ago that if it became necessary to leave the castle, they would be able to go to the family's mountain house, which wouldn't be in use at this time of year.  The prince's offhand response was, "If you think we should, Chen honey.  When?"

    Coar's speech patterns and his voice itself had become more feminine too, as had his whole personality, evinced by his deferring to the wizard to make the decision.  Chen took him back to his room to help pack - he told the prince that they would leave as soon as possible.

    By sundown of the next day, Chen and the prince had relocated to the isolated mountain house the royal family maintained.  The move had been exhausting and it was all Chen could do to perform his last chore of the day for the prince.  The move had been made both because it would be easier to hide the changed in the prince and because it afforded an opportunity for Chen to further his plans.  But, he was too exhausted to begin that furtherance that first night.

    So, he began the next day.  Present as usual in the prince's bedroom to help with dressing, Chen had prepared an outfit specially prepared for the occasion: it covered very little save some chest and some hip.  Coar seemed to
be very taken with the odd fashion - he pranced around the room showing off his provocatively clad body, much to Chen's delight.

    They spent the morning touring the house.  Coar gushed over the way it was decorated - so feminine and lovely.  Chen, who had ordered the changes, grew more and more excited - his expectations were being met at every turn, and he was sure that his plan was going to work.

    Time came for the chest - now breast - massage and Chen could barely contain himself.  It was easy to get Coar to undress completely and the prince didn't make any objections - not even a blush - as Chen got naked too, though he never had before.  In fact, Chen thought he noticed Coar's eyes on his finally revealed cock, which had risen quickly to its 9 inch length.

    Getting out the jar of breast-cream, Chen sat next to Coar on the bed. Gently, he began rubbing the cream into Coar's nicely soft and full tits. First he used just one hand, alternating between breasts.  Then he began to use both hands, leaning over Coar's softly rounded and smooth stomach to reach both breasts properly.  By the time the jar was about half empty, Chen had worked himself up to taking the next step.  So, when he scooped out the next wad of cream he returned only one hand to Coar's chest and, being as casual as he could, began to use the other hand to stroke the prince's cock.  Coar was long since in bliss-heaven, so he didn't even notice the liberties the wizard was taking, nor did he notice when Chen took one of his hands and wrapped it about his own throbbing prick.  The hand didn't stroke but it felt just fine clasped warmly around Chen's cock.