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Stars of the Show

Part 2

For Engy

By Draconicon

Wolf struggled to understand how this had happened. Not just the metal plug rammed up his ass, though that was hard enough to get his head around - not to mention the way that it was constantly rubbing his prostate and keeping his dick dripping - but also the fact that he was not able to get angry...or at least, not angry at the voice...or at Fox.

He had to follow behind the fat-assed, curvy femboi, and staring at that ass was not helping his mood. He wanted to grab it, squeeze it, hit it. God, he wanted to just do things to it to put Fox back in his place, to reassert his own dominance, to feel like he was in charge of his own world again. He wanted to fuck it, to leave it a jiggling mess, to relieve some of the pent-up arousal that hadn't faded since the robot had kicked his ass.

And that was humiliating, too. He couldn't stop thinking about how everything had not gone his way ever since he'd woken up, and the humiliation in and of itself was starting to have an effect on him. He was trying to keep it from getting worse, but really, when he was stiff all the time, when he had something hitting the bitch-button in his ass non-stop...

This isn't fair...

The wolf grumbled under his breath as he felt his own ass wobble and shake behind him, trying not to think about how he probably looked like a wolfess rather than a wolf now. He had the curves of one, and his hips were definitely wider than any male wolf would ever accept. He growled under his breath, only for the shock to hit him again.

Slapping a hand against the side of his head as the pleasure shocks ripped through his body, Wolf had to lean against the side of the hallway, letting it burst and shock and tingle through him until the worst of it passed. He groaned, he shivered, and worst of all, he moaned.

He could see Fox turning around to look at him through his slitted eyes, but that didn't make it better. If anything, having his rival look around at him while he was having a bitch-gasm only made it worse, making him think that Fox was probably imagining being the one to give it to him.

His cock jumped and twitched, his balls churning and swelling as more and more pre-cum was drawn from him, the musky smell filling the small corridor. He forced the hate and the anger down in the back of his head, forcing it out of his active thoughts, and gradually, the pleasure shocks faded with it. He huffed and puffed for breath, trying to control himself once more, his cock begging for attention that he wasn't going to give it in front of an audience.

By the time that he had control of himself again, Fox had his arms crossed across his chest, tapping his foot.

"Finished?"

"Mmmph. Not with you."

"You're never going to start on me, Wolf. Don't even try."

The urge to lay his ears flat on his head and lower his tail was almost too strong to ignore, but Wolf managed to keep the instinct at bay. No matter how far he changed, he wasn't going to act the beta to this pup. He was Wolf O'Donnell, and that meant that he was the one in charge, not the fox. Not the fox. Never the fox.

McCloud led the way down the hall again, and once more he followed, his eyes going down to the fox's ass. It really was more of a vixen's ass, now, framed by three tails, one on either side and one that pointed straight up. For all of Fox's push towards being in charge, the other man was the one that walked like a bitch.

And that ass...that ass really was an eye-grabber. It was thick and wide, the sort of rump that anyone that worked on the streets would be saving up money to get, to augment their own to look like it. He could imagine a few vixens looking at Fox and wanting to have that ass, to want their rumps to be that wide and fuckable.

He could not believe that McCloud still had the confidence to walk around naked with it, particularly as his was slightly smaller, and he could barely keep his mind off of it, and the humiliation of having it. Curves, size, heft. It was all something that belonged on a female, not on him.

And we're still not even done with all the 'tests.'

The two of them followed the hallways for as long as they ran, eventually coming to another door. Fox paused, looking back at him, but Wolf shook his head. He had gone first last time, and it had bitten him right in the ass. This time, Fox could take the lead.

The door opened, and they walked into an apparently empty chamber. Fox looked left, he looked right, and then they looked at the far wall as a screen came on.

Once more, it was filled with the blank black silhouette, and again, there was no clue just who they were dealing with. The shape looked vaguely reptilian, so Wolf wondered if they were dealing with someone from Sauria, but there was no space travel from that planet. Maybe there was something else going on.

"Well, glad to see that you're making your way along. Plenty of fun on the way, right?"

"If you define fun as making bitches, then I guess you're having fun," Wolf muttered.

"I don't know. I'm having some fun," Fox said.

"Glad that you're learning your lessons, then. Or at least, that one of you is."

Wolf bit off a snarl, knowing that the last thing that he needed to do now was get angrier. He was already riding that razor edge, and if he pushed himself, he was going to go into another frenzy of pleasure. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest that much tighter, feeling the muscles in his arms bulging and straining from the grip that he got on himself.

The voice chuckled, and the silhouette shook its head.

"I guess that you're going to have to learn a little bit more. You know, you're looking good as half-bitches, but I think it's time to start kicking it up a notch."

"What are you talking about?" Wolf asked, already having a bad feeling about it.

"You've already guessed that the pair of you are going to be used for more than just soldiers. I like having people like you...changed. And so I can indulge myself, you're both going to lose your cocks. Painlessly, painlessly," the silhouette seemed to hurry to say, "but you're still going to lose them."

If there was a bigger slap in the face out there, Wolf didn't know what it was. It was already hard enough for him to hold onto his masculinity as it was with all the curves that he had been given, losing his muscles and gaining that ass. And now, they were going to lose their dicks, too?

He expected McCloud to join him in protesting, or to at least protest so that he didn't have to get furious and then aroused in order to do it, but instead, the fox just tapped his chin in consideration.

"What is the winner going to get?" Fox asked.

"Winner? What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's been a contest so far. You got hit with something after not doing well with the robot. I got to avoid the penalty after we grew out asses. There's something that's gonna happen here, too."

"Very good, Fox. I always thought you were smarter than you looked," the silhouette said, though not unkindly. He seemed genuinely happy, genuinely impressed. "The winner of this little contest will not be going into heat."

"..."

"..."

"I'm sure that the two of you can appreciate the advantage that will give you in the last two contests."

For sure. Wolf could already imagine how much worse it would be if he was running through these hallways with his mind turned off and his arousal on high. He shivered as he imagined having his asshole clenching down on the toy inside of his hole anymore than it already was, and he didn't even want to think about having that same hunger in a new hole.

Looking at Fox, he could tell that his rival was taking this one seriously, too. So far, he hadn't been doing the same. He'd have to get better at that.

"What's the challenge?" he asked.

"Simple. A 69 between the two of you," the silhouette said. "The one that cums first, loses."

"..."

"Well, let's get started," Fox said.

Without warning, Wolf was tackled, almost carried off his feet. He managed to turn it into a roll, somersaulting backwards so that he could slam Fox into the ground. The pair of them were crotch to crotch already, and they were about to get started when -

"Mmmph!"

Fox thrust upwards, burying Wolf's nose right into his balls, and Wolf's cock...it jumped.

The fuck?!

He was not gay. He had never been gay, never done anything with another male. He hadn't even taken Leon up on the blowjobs that the chameleon offered, nor done Panther up the ass, despite the various rumors. He was not interested in guys...yet Fox's scent...

His cock was up, it was hard, and it was suddenly in Fox's mouth. His eyes went wide as he felt the talented tongue working along his shaft, and he groaned as he realized just how far behind he already was. Even as Wolf licked down, trying to get the head of Fox's cock into his mouth, he could feel his shaft throbbing, spitting pre-cum into the vulpine pilot's mouth, filling him up with pre-seed and making him swallow it all.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Wolf groaned as he hesitantly pulled the other male's cock into his mouth, trying not to think about the fact that he was pleasuring another guy. One big suck, and he tasted the flavor of pre-cum, felt it running down along his tongue. He gagged slightly, but forced himself to suck a little harder, clumsily working his tongue along the shaft itself.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

He was still behind, his hips twitching as Fox worked his cock. It didn't matter that he was the one on top, didn't matter that he should have been the dominant one. Fox was already calling the shots from below, sucking, pulling, sucking, swallowing. Every little motion teased him, made him that much harder, and he was stiffening up already. His balls were dragging up in his crotch, his toes curling in humiliating bliss.

Mmmph...not like this...not like...

Yet, his body loved it, and there was some part in the back of his mind that was craving more. It wanted to hump, wanted to thrust, wanted to give in to the pleasure that someone else was giving him. The bitch-like urge to submit was getting stronger by the second, and he didn't know how to handle it. It had never been this strong before, and it was only getting worse.

Ah...ah...

He was panting, whimpering, trying to hold back, but there was no more holding back. Fox had him by the balls, and his rival wasn't letting go. One more good suck, one more strong swallow, and he could feel his balls rising up. His urges left him gasping, groaning, shivering, moaning -

"Mmmmph!"

He slammed forward, burying his cock in the other pilot's muzzle, forcing it down to the hilt. He could feel his balls rising up, his seed shooting, and he whimpered as he lost the contest. Again.

"Well, well. Less than a minute there, Wolf," the silhouette said. "I thought a tough guy like you might last a little longer. Guess you're really wanting this."

Less than a minute? So he hadn't just lost his cock, but he'd proven that he had a hair trigger, too? That wasn't fair. That really, really wasn't fair.

Fox had already managed to squirm out from under him, and Wolf's cock throbbed between his legs, standing up and rubbing against his belly as it swung out of the other pilot's mouth. He shivered, the cock in his mouth sliding free, too. It was still hard, still stiff, but there had been no squirting. He hadn't had to swallow his rival's load, at the very least.

"I think we'll go with you first, then."

"What are you - ah!"

Wolf yelped as the shocks went through him again, though not the same ones that had been keeping him on edge the whole time. This time, it was something different, something localized to his crotch. He flopped on his side, and then on his back, humping the air as his cock was forced as hard as it could go, throbbing, twitching as green energy rolled up and down it like wild lightning.

Every time that it rode his cock, it pulled at his attention, forcing him to feel like he was right on the edge of orgasm. He screamed at the sheer sensitivity that was forced through his cock, making it stiffer, harder, wetter with each little dribble of pre-cum that oozed out. He couldn't move, couldn't roll onto his side again, or even onto his stomach.

The fact that Fox was watching made him blush, particularly as -

"NNNNGH!"

Wolf came again, arching his back and thrusting upwards. The first line of cum hit his face, the second his chest, and he was made to taste himself. Salty and musky, heady and heavy. He groaned as he tried to pull back -

Zap! Another orgasm, another forced blast of pleasure that ripped through him, and he painted his chest and belly with his next load. He could feel his balls pulling up, pressing against his crotch in a very different way, forcing him to cum, and cum, and cum again. He could feel them slowly draining, getting smaller with each orgasm.

Another zap, another howl.

"AAAAAAAAGH!"

Wolf thrust his hips upwards, feeling his cock throbbing like mad, the tip feeling so sensitive that the slightest breath of air - or in this case, the rush of it as he thrust - was enough to get him off. The canine rolled onto his side, finally able to take some freedom, but even that made him cum. A dry orgasm, this time, but one that made his cock throb, swell...but not squirt.

Reaching between his legs, Wolf felt that his balls had completely shrunken away. There was nothing left of them, not even a wrinkled hint of the furred sac that had been there just behind his cock. A whimper left his lips, an urgent burst of need that wanted to be fulfilled. He groaned, panting, trying to find where his balls had gone, pressing against his taint. There was nothing there, nothing but a cock that was angrily throbbing, begging for relief that it wasn't going to get.

Another accidental brush, another harsh orgasm. He thrust his hips, cumming, twice, thrice, four times in rapid succession, and with each orgasm, his cock...his cock shrank.

He stared at it as the bright red rod pulled further and further back into his crotch, dropping lower, becoming something that looked like it belonged on a midget, then too small to even be that. He stared at it as it pulled down between his legs, becoming nothing but the head of his cock, nothing but a little button.

ZZZZZZIP.

Like clothes coming undone, something opened just under it, a new hole, several new holes. The slit in his cock disappeared, making a different place for piss to come out, and a new hole to be fucked just under it. He felt it, could feel it spreading wider, getting bigger, and he gasped as he felt just how wet it was, wetter than he had ever felt a bitch in a bar to be.

And then...it hit him.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

Wolf rolled back on his back, his legs spreading as his pussy burned with need. It opened as he spread his legs, feeling as if he was displaying his depths to the world. Hot juices ran from his insides, rolling down between his legs and over his ass, then down to his tail. His big ass cheeks didn't hide anything as the heat forced him to spread further than he had ever meant to.

"Ah...ah...fuck..."

"Wolf?"

"It's so...fucking...hot..."

"Are you okay?"

"Empty...so...fucking...ngh..."

He wanted to thrust something into him, wanted to feel a finger sliding in, or a tongue, or anything. His new sex was almost all he could think about...

And then he heard the soft gasp from Fox, and took some satisfaction that his rival would soon know the same pleasure. Or rather, the same humiliation.

Fox groaned as the transformation happened...relatively quickly for him, at least compared to what had happened to Wolf. His cock pulled into him with a series of rapid orgasms, but they didn't feel quite so torturous as Wolf had made them look. For him, they felt more like a gentle, firm milking of his balls, something to empty all that out before slowly pushing his cock down where it belonged. Down between his legs, down where it could rest as a pleasure button for his new anatomy.

Fox's tails twitched behind him, the three getting a fourth, fifth, and then sixth addition to their ranks. He could feel each one slithering in as they appeared, and he knew that this was supposed to be a new 'gift' to his body, something to enjoy as the time went on.

He didn't know what to think of them, but he had to admit that they made him look good.

As Fox felt his new sex 'unzip' between his legs, he half-expected to be blasted with some sort of pleasure to take him to his knees, but...well, he wasn't.

Maybe this big guy just wants to make sure that we stay obedient, he thought, shrugging. The more that we do that's right and proper, the better we get treated...

That didn't mean that he was completely happy about losing his cock and balls, or the muscles that he had worked so hard to gain. That didn't mean that he was feeling like he owed this person something, or that he was ecstatic to be some big-hipped cunt-boi. Because he didn't feel that...not really.

Not much, at least.

Even if it's a nice look on me...

Fox rubbed a hand along the side of his new pussy, not quite shoving anything in just yet, but just enjoying the feel and sight of it. There was something weird about not being able to see a dick sticking out down there when he rubbed in the area, but he supposed there were always going to be weird things in space. He just had to get used to that. Shaking his head, he looked back at Wolf, and sighed.

"Come on..."

He reached down, helping the spasming, shaking, twitching canine to his feet. The pair of them had changed a great deal from when they had first woken up on the station; they both were far rounder in the hips and ass, and they no longer quite looked like men. The only thing keeping them from looking like a pair of streetwalkers, now, was the fact that neither of them had the jugs that the 'real' ladies did.

Considering there were still a few tests left, from what the silhouette was saying, that could easily change.

He had to let Wolf lean on him as they left the room, making their way down another tunnel. Despite the fact that one of them was in heat and the other wasn't, the hallway quickly filled with the powerful scent of need, of rut, of fucking heat. Fox rubbed his nose against his shoulder more than once to clear his head, and he was suddenly thankful for his lack of cock in a way that he hadn't been only moments before.

As they walked along, Wolf continued to groan and moan, shiver and shake. The other, former male was having a hard time adjusting, and he kept alternating between moaning and growling, from pleasure to anger and back again. There was no way for him to stop himself, it seemed, and Fox didn't try and help him.

They were both changing drastically, and while Fox was making himself okay with it - and that was, admittedly, easier since he wasn't the one that was getting the worst of it - he still didn't know if he'd be okay with this if they weren't able to get out and change it again.

Figure that out when we get out of here.

That was the only thing that he could do...even if he was having a bit too much fun with Wolf's current state of being.

It was just that hot to look at his former rival and see him - well, her, now - dripping like crazy, to see the wolfess moaning for a cock and then growling as if she was still the toughest person in the room. All it took was a flick to the plug in her ass, and suddenly she was mewling with need. Not even a flick, Fox realized, but a tap of his tails against it.

Wolf was nearly useless as a fighter, now. If any of their other tests involved fighting for or against something, there was no way that the bigger canine would have an advantage any longer.

Eventually, the twisting, turning corridors led them to another door. Fox grunted as he leaned Wolf against a nearby wall, tapping the door until it opened. He peered inside, saw nothing, and sighed.

"Well, here we go again."

He pushed Wolf inside, and the other mercenary flopped onto the floor almost immediately. Fox started to reach for him -

SHINK!

A sheet of metal suddenly separated him from his rival, and then others came up all around him. One after another, rising from the floor to the ceiling, until he was trapped in a makeshift cell of sorts.

"What the fuck..."

"Oh, you made it here already? Well, that's fast."

The mystery voice chuckled, sounding like someone that had been away and was just settling back in.

"Right, that means that you're up to...wow. Already up to the pheromone tests. You're doing pretty darn good."

"Thanks. So...how does this one work?" Fox asked, looking around. "I don't see anything here."

"That's because it's all going to be piped in. Got an intercom above you for some teasing tracks, and a vent below you...yeah, you're just about standing on it. You mind moving slightly to the left?"

Fox did as he was told, shaking his head in the process. He couldn't hear what was going on with Wolf, so he wondered if he was going to be exposed early. It would only be fair, he guessed, but he hoped that Wolf wasn't going to be getting started too late after him.

No sooner had he stepped to the side, however, then a sudden warmth flooded up from under him. Fox took a breath -

"Mmmph..."

And immediately felt the warmth of male pheromones burning into his brain. He huffed softly, coughing a few times, feeling the urge to rut and mate already rising between his legs. Until that moment, he hadn't actually been wet between his legs, but he sure as hell was now. The pilot shivered, feeling his pussy drench, clenching together from nothing, and he had to lean against the metal wall in front of him as each breath brought the smell of cock, balls, of musk, of maleness, to his mind.

Huff, huff, each slow pant making him think of cocks, making him...making her feel like a vixen in need. Fox groaned, shaking her head, trying to put that thought out of her skull again, but god, it felt good. The idea of having a big fat cock between her ass cheeks right then, one that would rut her and fuck her and make her feel like a goddamn vixen, a hot one that could get anything that she wanted...

Yeah, she needed a male like that.

"Now, just to explain. You're going to finish your conversion to females with this test, but the one that manages to hold out without begging longer is going to be able to dom the other one. Consider it a way to prove who's the top guy. Girl. Whatever."

"Mmmph..."

"I'll just get Wolf started now. Bear with."

The voice disappeared, and Fox shivered as she felt the warmth spreading through her cell. It wasn't just rising out from beneath her, but in the air all around her. Sure, the fumes were rising up from under her feet, almost tickling between her toes as they came up to fill the air, but there was no getting away from it. Every breath sent a lightning bolt of pleasure from her nose down to her pussy and back, and soon, she was curling her toes against the floor.

Fuck...fuck...

Fox shivered as she turned around, her fat ass resting against the metal sheet, her eyes half-closed as she slowly slid down the wall. Her pussy was so drenched that it was starting to drip its slime down her thighs, down to the floor. For a second or two, she could almost smell herself rather than the male pheromones that were burning through her brain, but then the male scents got stronger.

She might as well have had her face buried against a guy's ballsac. This was even stronger than when she'd had her nose buried in Wolf's crotch, though, almost like this guy had worked up a sweat before jamming her face down. She groaned, her hands rubbing along her thighs, pushing down to her pussy. Grinding them along the nether lips, she could feel the wetness, the eagerness down there.

It took everything that the vixen-becoming had to keep from shoving her fingers inside of her right then and there. She...she wanted it...she wanted to be filled...

But more than that, she wanted Wolf to be a fucking bitch. She wanted Wolf to be her bitch.

I'm going to make that happen, Fox decided, huffing softly, groaning as she spread her legs further and further, curling her toes as her pussy clenched again, and again, and again. Her nipples stood out through her fur, growing ever more sensitive. I'm going to win this. And when I do, I'm going to put Wolf so far down below me that she's never going to forget it. And then, I'm going to find the dick that's doing this, and I'm going to suck it. Maybe fuck it.

Fox groaned, shivering as the images in her head changed, showing her in the middle of being fucked while Wolf sucked on her clit, or maybe with her riding that shaft and getting her ass licked at the same time. Yeah, that'd be better. That'd be hotter.

There was something besides the fumes in the air that was getting to her, and it took Fox a second to realize what it was. Something...something whispering...

Tracks. Hypnosis. Words that were telling her to be slutty, telling her to let go, telling her to be nice and horny and hot for her master.

Master?

Fox groaned, shaking her head. No. She wasn't...she was going to hold on. She was going to be the goddamn Mistress. Wolf's mistress. Maybe slut it up for others, but she was going to be Wolf's fucking mistress.

She thumped her heels down decisively, groaning under her breath as she felt the urge rising again, the wetness in her drooling out and making it so easy, so tempting to slide a finger inside of her. The need was burning her up inside, and her mind was awash in the images that the whispering hypnotic tracks were sending her. She wanted...she needed...

"Well, that was disappointing."

"...Nnngh?" Fox managed to grunt.

"Wolf's already begging. I seriously thought he'd be better than that. Ah, well. Looks like you win this time. Standby for breast growth."

Right...that...

As the sheets of metal went down, Fox felt the tingle rising up through the floor. It hit her ass, and then her legs, and it rose through her from there. It zapped along her pussy and her clit, making them spasm and twitch, making the muscles inside clench, making her feel emptier than ever.

As Wolf finally came in sight, Fox could see that her rival was in a bad way. Wolf was moaning, groping herself, squeezing one flat nipple between her fingers while jamming three others into her pussy. She had lost all control, becoming almost feral with the heat running through her.

Looks like all the sabotages kept me on the winning side, Fox thought, shaking her head. Good thing, too...don't think I would have been able to hold out against those pheromones and hypno-tracks for long.

But even with all the distractions of the lust-pheromones around them and their dripping pussies, neither pilot could ignore what was happening to their chests.

Their breasts were slowly growing outwards, their nipples pushing forward before the fat on their chest followed after. Fox groaned, pulling forward by the new weight, the soft fur on her chest filling out even as her nipples got bigger, more obvious, and much, much more sensitive. Even as she reached out to try and support them, she gasped from the pleasure of fondling the nubs.

She pinched them gently, her breasts expanding still, filling her hands and weighting down her shoulders. She leaned forward, moaning softly as she fondled them, lifted them, dropped them. There was no way that this was how an average vixen felt, or they would never be able to get anything done. This mystery man must have been doing something to make it feel even better for them.

As she groaned under her breath, Wolf moaned outright. She started pinching and pulling her rising nipple, stretching her breast out even as the boobs filled in. The other woman was getting more and more into it, soon pulling her fingers from her pussy up to her chest. Fox watched as Wolf molested her breasts, pulling on her nipples, grinding them together in a pornographic display.

She blushed slightly, but her pussy burned with need, and she knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed, for that matter.

As her chest continued to expand, her breasts rising from a C cup to a D, then from a D to an E, and then to an EE, she managed to crawl across the floor. She swore that they were still growing, but she couldn't help herself. She needed more than just masturbation. She needed something...something more substantial.

Even as her breasts reached something more pillow-like in size, and Wolf's exceeded those by some way, she straddled the other bitch's chest. She spread her legs, she rubbed her fingers over her clit, and dragged her juices over Wolf's face.

"Alright, bitch. No...Bitch."

That was a better way of saying it, now. She was the one in charge, and Wolf sounded too intimidating for what the other person had become. She was a bitch now, so Bitch should be her name.

"Get licking..."

The End