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Chapter 16: Downtime/Uptime

Merc hadn't expected the evening to go in the direction it went and, if he was honest with himself, he'd anticipated being Frank for the duration-- he definitely didn't anticipate Demon and Bruiser to make a showing. Even lower on his list of expectations was that Christopher would be on the floor in front of the sofa with Demon's foot paw on the Asian student's face. Things went even further off-track when he watched Christopher licking between the Pit Bull's paw pads, worshipping his toes.

Demon didn't seem to mind the list, offering a self-satisfied, toothy grin at Merc. "Hey... can't fault the guy his choice in paws. Oh damn-- based on what he can do with that tongue he IS an expert. I wonder what else he--"

The further discussion was cut short as Christopher wriggled out from beneath Demon's leg and, the next thing Merc knew, his own foot talon was being intimiately examined by lips and tongue. Bruiser, off to the side, just smirked. "Well... he DOES have good taste, at least. Then again, it's not a bad selection."

Merc splayed out on the sofa, a boyfriend on either side of him. Even as Christopher worshiped his toes, Bruiser began nuzzling into one cheek while Demon leaned down to start softly nursing on one of the Kangacobra's nipples. After making Merc jump by gently nibbling at it with a tooth, Demon added "Looks like your guest is interested in exploring every square inch of ya... doesn't mean we can't keep the rest of ya warm while he does his thing, does it?"

The Kangacobra responded with a lazy smirk, splaying his entire body out. "Won't hear any objections from me!"

Christopher certainly made great use of the open access, fingers, nose, lips, and tongue grazing over every part of Merc's talons before he began to work his way up. Almost as if taunting the Kangacobra, the Human got his way up to Merc's knees before jumping entirely over "the best part" to continue his work on the Metamoroph's scaled abdomen until ultimately meeting up with Demon, who was still playfully nursing one of his boyfriend's nipples. The moment Christopher's tongue joined the Pit Bull's, Merc's chest was completely forgotten as the Dog and Human began making out in his lap.

Before Merc could object to the lack of attention he found Bruiser's broad, monochromatic maw in front of him, eagerly waiting for attention, and the Kangacobra happily complied, kissing him with verve, starting with just lips but, before long, their tongues went to work-- Merc's tongue was long and flexible, but Bruiser's was just so FUCKING big; the Kangacobra's head was left spinning in the best way.

The make-out session didn't so much end as it reached a comfortable lull in activity. The three lay sprawled out together on the sofa with all three Metamorphs panting happily; Christopher was doing the same, but he'd taken a new interest in Merc's tail, immediately drawing the attention of the Kangacobra. "Found something new you're interested in already, hmm?"

The Human chuckled and swatted at Merc's rump when the Metamorph toyed with him by giving his long, sinewy extremity a flick while Christopher was trying to examine the tip. "I hadn't expected to encounter a stinger... it is neither macropodine nor elapidine. I'm curious as to whether--"

Bruiser interjected, directing a translation of the taxonomic terminology at Demon. "Kangaroo or Cobra."

Merc finished the thought for Christopher, rubbing his back beneath the short he wore. "I had it back before the accident that made me a Kangacobra... the stinger came with my original Kangaroo form and I have no idea why."

The moment Christopher touched the underside of his stinger and provided firm-but-gentle pressure with his thumb Merc shuddered and grit his teeth when he felt rarely-used venom sacs compress and eject fluid out of its lancet. "What the??!"

Demon, who had watched the interaction just snickered. "Wow... it's just like you're a teenager agai--" The Pit Bull got a taste of his own medicine when he got a pillow to the face courtesy of the Kangacobra.

Merc's attention returned to Christopher. "Enjoying yourself? That's venomous, you know... you should be more careful."

The Asian student smirked in response. "I AM enjoying myself, too... and, no: your stinger is just exuding saline."

The statement was enough to get all 'sexy interaction' to come screeching to a halt. Bruiser especially seemed interest. "Are you sure?"

Christopher was apparently sure enough that he ran his pointer finger along the fluid, drawing it back from the Orca to see as he rubbed his thumb against the digit. "Watery, clear, and devoid of color and--" he licked his index finger. "--salty."

Demon looked aghast. "As opposed to WHAT?!"

Bruiser answered that before Christopher could. "Well, most insect venom would presumably be bitter--"

Merc interjected "I'm not an insect."

Christopher pointed out "Your tail stinger has all the identifying characteristics of a scorpion's."

The Orca laid his head back onto Merc's shoulder. "Venom from your fangs would probably taste like a slightly sweetened water."

Demon was no less satisfied with the answers. "And you two would know these little trivia tidbits HOW exactly?!"

Rather than get an answer, the Pit Bull was finally placated by scritches behind the ear from Christopher as the Asian student spoke to Merc. "I am willing to bet that your body doesn't produce any venom naturally... but you said you've used some before as an extension of your powers?"

Before Merc could answer, Bruiser piped in "Maybe the power activates the glans to produce something other than saline... I would assume the glans in his mouth probably just create some form of protein rich saliva and--"

Demon brought the conversation into a more crass direction. "Maybe use your powers to turn your jizz poisonous, Merc... you could be a sex assassin!"

If the scientific conversation was enough to kill the mood then the Dog's crass humor was the nail in its coffin... or so Merc thought, right up until Christopher kissed him on the nose, murmuring in a sultry voice "Oh, I don't know about that... I think getting crushed by his scales would be a MUCH better way to go."

In time with the statement, Christopher's hand slid up along the upper portion of Merc's tail, making the Kangacobra's entire body shiver, and he was absolutely sure that all of his fur was puffed out in that moment. Working through the sensation and recovering as quickly as he could, Merc cleared his throat and grinned. "I'd be happy to give you a sample of what I could do if you like."

The Asian student smiled, his fingers working their way around Merc's thigh until they slid down along the inside, moving to gently caress the generous package held in check by the Metamorph's underwear. "I would very much like... assuming you don't plan on keeping me all to yourself."

Demon was panting at that point, smiling wide. "Yeah, Merc... don't hog the M3."

Merc spoke quickly and he heard his words echoed almost in time by Bruiser. "He's not an M3, Demon."

Christopher, slipping his fingers into Merc's underwear, smiled devilishly. "Not in general, but tonight I could make an exception."

The next moments were a flurry of motion as six Metamorph paws, claws, and talons worked together to undress the Human, leaving him splayed out in only his boxers, draped across Merc, who seized the opportunity. The Kangacobra knew he would FINALLY have a chance to one-up the amazingly knowledgeable and skilled Asian student on something. A moment later he had one of Cy's feet entirely in his muzzle, serpentine tongue wriggling between all five of the Human's toes at once.

Merc was quite pleased with his performance, but his attention was lost the moment he felt Cy's two hands encircle one of his two shafts. The Human's foot left his mouth so he could clearly elaborate on his joy of the touch. "Oooooohhh ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuck."

Demon and Bruiser both closed in, nuzzling, licking and nibbling at the Human as all three Metamorphs surrounded Cy in a wall of fur, scale, and skin. Merc lost track of who was doing what, but he knew he had one talon on Bruiser's chest and was fairly sure he had the other cupping Cy's left ass cheek. There were hands on his body too and, aside from the two from the Human on his left shaft, he felt one of Demon's firm, textured paw pads on the other. The Dog moved his muzzle up against the Human's ear and Merc honestly didn't know whether he or Cy shivered more violently when Demon stated clearly with a heady whisper. "Just so you know: this is going up your ass tonight."

Christopher didn't so much as miss a beat. Turning to the side, he licked the Pit Bull's nose as he smirked devilishly. "Don't threaten ME with a good time."

Demon glanced over at Merc. "Fuck... I really like this one."

Merc certainly didn't have to admit to the same; he had two very 'up standing' pieces of evidence in his lap that said as much on his behalf. What he enjoyed even more was when Demon's muzzle completely engulfed half of Christopher's face for the sloppiest french kiss of the night; the Human didn't seem to mind in the least. Making good on his threat, however, Demon was hardly done and, with a forceful yank, tore Cy's boxers right off him before hefting the Asian student into the air; Merc's heart skipped a beat when he felt the Human's fingers still on his shaft, guiding it into place as the Pit Bull lowered Christopher down.

Every time Merc had used his Metamorph form during sex it had always been with another Metamorph-- Bruiser and Demon specifically; he was completely unprepared for how a Human body would react and the sheer tightness of Christopher's opening caused the Kangacobra's eyes to roll back in his head as he reflexively exhaled a long, exuberant hiss. The stimulation only grew when Cy's dedication (with lots of help from gravity) helped the head of Merc's thick phallus pop in through the Human's ring of muscle.

Set atop the Kangacobra cowgirl style, Christopher kept one hand on Merc's member, continuing to hold it at the right angle while his other slid behind Demon's neck, actively pulling the Pit Bull closer as their kiss somehow deepened; it was astounding how much of the Human's face could fit into the Dog's muzzle, and how little Cy actually cared-- Demon certainly wasn't objecting, and he was actively thrusting his erection against the Human's leg, fully emerged from his sheath and glistening with excitement. Focused so much on Christopher and Demon, Merc was completely surprised when Bruiser helped himself to joining the situation, engulfing the Kangacobra's second member with a smooth skinned hand.

Merc could barely control his voice. "Gawd... it'ssssss been a while sssssince they were both played with..."

The kiss finally ending between Christopher and Demon, the Pit Bull pulled back to get a better view of the goings-on, and to readjust his crotch, easing his knot free of his sheath as he panted lewdly, watching as Bruiser slowly joined the Human in Merc's lap, slowly rotating Christopher so they could be face-to-face. Although the Orca went to engage the Asian student in some kissing, his method was much lighter than the Dog's, and Bruiser took over helping move the Human into position even as his free hand continued stroking Merc. The Kangacobra didn't mind in the least. "Damn, you two are hot together."

Demon smirked. "You THREE are hot together."

Licking once more at Bruiser's large tongue as the Orca pulled away, Christopher murmured "So are the three of you."

Demon went down to his knees at that, yanking at one of the Human's legs to ease him even further down onto one of Merc's cocks; Bruiser helped, albeit, a little more gently. Even as Christopher positioned himself, however, the Orca had climbed up into the Kangacobra's lap, and Merc realized exactly what his boyfriend had in mind; his head swam the moment Bruiser crowded close to Christopher and managed to target his tail hole with the second of two of Merc's cocks, at which point he wasted no time taking it as far in as he could, slamming his hips home with such force that the Kangacobra almost lost it.

He his momentary lapse of stamina was refortified however when he felt the tickle of a canine tongue on his feet. A few seconds later he felt a rough padded paw jam one of his talons against one of Christopher's feet, and both ended up in Demon's hungry maw, tongue vivaciously working both over in one go. Before he could say anything, it was his turn to get one of Christopher's kisses, and the Human, despite not having a muzzle, was a fucking ace at it; the Kangacobra was on sensory overload in the best way possible.

As both Christopher and Bruiser settled into his lap, the Human was quick to evenly split his attention; flexing his legs he managed to rise up, his velvety insides drawing deliciously across the Kangacobra's erection, finally removing his stabilizing hand so he could rest it on the Orca's shoulder. Cy leaned forward, kissing at Bruiser's maw; the two began to synchronize their movements after that, each working Merc over, who had to do nothing but lay there. He gave voice to his pleasure. "Gawd... this is the life..."

He almost jumped when a saliva-slickened digit began prodding at the spot beneath his tail. "Don't go up to cloud nine just yet, babe... if I have my way you're gonna ride a red rocket up to heaven."

Bruiser smiled around Christopher's kisses, gigging as he spoke. "Wow... do you even HEAR yourself?"

Demon's response was simple: he jammed his finger up to the knuckle into Merc and gave a violent (but careful) push, causing the Kangacobra to involuntarily buck upward just as the Orca was sliding down one of his hefty shafts. Bruiser was certainly used to taking it rough, but Merc was immediately aghast that he might have hurt Christopher, until he realized that the exclamation was far more pleasure than pain. When they locked eyes the Asian student smiled sheepishly. "I'm pretty sure I said I don't mind it rough, right? No need to hold back on my account."

It was Merc's turn to smirk. "You may regret saying that."

Rising up with his knees firmly on the floor, Demon loomed over everyone, one paw cupping the Kangacobra's rump; the other out of Merc's view, and presumably aiming himself. The Pit Bull, as usual, had no trouble showing off his strength and he hoisted Merc's hips up into position. Even with Christopher and Bruiser on him the Dog had little trouble getting what he wanted and, a moment later, the Kangacobra felt the familiar sensation of his boyfriend's pointed tip poke at him, demanding entrance. Demon swirled it around two or three times before easing forward and Merc very nearly lost it right then and there; as usual, the Dog's aim was perfect and his first thrust drove it home.

Surrounded by his two boyfriends and his date, Merc's body was alight with sensations; he was sandwiched between a rutting Pit Bull and jointly ridden by an Orca and a Human. The Kangacobra was simultaneously filling up Bruiser and Christopher even as he was vigorously rutted by Demon. The weight on his lap compressed his four testicles, squeezing them rhythmically in time with the mutual thrusting and humping, practically demanding he surrender their contents into the waiting tunnels that worked so hard to milk him, all the while Demon's thick member threatening to push him over the edge each time the Dog's thrusts hit his prostate just right.

Despite how breathless he was, Christopher somehow managed to murmur out the words "Here... let's get us taken care of too..."

Peeking an eye open admidst the haze of pleasure, Merc gave a toothy smile when he saw the Asian student slide his erection against Bruiser's. It took both of the Human's hands to make a complete circle around their combined members-- mostly due to the Orca, but he didn't seem to mind and, in no time at all, Bruiser began clicking and squealing at the stimulation; frotting wasn't something he was used to while also being taken anally and Merc could imagine what he was going through-- he himself was getting it from both sides, with both of his erections stimulated.

Fortunately for Merc, his bragging rights of sexual stamina remained intact since it was Bruiser who broke first, but that created a cascade of everyone being pushed over the edge in such a way that the Kangacobra was sure he could have tracked it visibly as the wave shot through all of them, but he didn't really care to since he was enjoying the moment far too much. As the center of the pile, Merc was the one member of the group connected to everyone else so he could feel Bruiser's insides convulse against his member as the Orca began to give it up; a moment later he and Christopher were covered in a small tsunami of killer whale spunk. Christopher caved next.

The Human's ejaculation was nowhere near as spectacular, but the strangled gasp followed by the wailing moan he released was music to Merc's ears. He was fairly certain the sound would have been enough to make him cream but the rhythmic pulsing of two holes on his cocks plus the incessant thrusting of Demon into his own was more than enough to reach his own plateau. Merc knew that a full on roar would have caused far too much trouble in the dorm and the last thing he needed was for the RA to cause problems for them, so he restrained himself, growling until he was able to transition the sound into a fiery hiss... but that wasn't enough for the electric energy coursing through him.

Merc silenced the itching in his palm by grabbing hold of Christopher by the shoulder with his gloved hand and, in a fluid motion, leaned forward and bit the Human's opposite shoulder, just below the base of his neck. Christopher cried out, but it wasn't entirely in pain, and the muscles of his insides clamped down even harder, driving Merc into a frenzy of thrusts; keeping the Human in place with his fangs, he felt like his shafts were going to explode as he was certain he was cumming harder than he ever had in his life. Those spasms proved to be too much for Demon.

The Pit Bull grabbed one of the couch cushions and stuffed it into his own muzzle, growling out a muted howl as his claws dug into Merc's hips. Pulling toward himself even as he thrust, the Dog forced his knot into the Kangacobra and Merc felt the tie immediately, a split second before his insides were flooded with copious amounts of Dog semen; he was pretty sure he'd never felt quite so filled either-- apparently he wasn't the only one who really got off on the situation.

Everything else past that became something of a blur. Merc remembered something about apologizing to Cy, who wasn't worried in the least. The Kangacobra had activated one of his powers to provide his saliva a regenerative property so he could lick the puncture wounds closed and, as they each took their time to recover from the lively fuck session, the discussion slowly transitioned to bed. Bruiser stood up first, carrying Christopher with him toward the bedroom. Demon stood up only once his knot had deflated enough for him to pull free of Merc.

The Dog paused before leaving, leaning over to give the Kangacobra a kiss on the head before speaking softly. "Figure we're all about ready for bed... don't be too long in shifting us back, okay, babe? I'll keep a spot on the bed open for ya."

Although the three of them had their own separate rooms, whenever they had intimate nights together they often slept in the same bed: Demon had a California King, making it very convenient to do so. Smiling, Merc nodded. "Sure. I'll be there in a minute."

Almost three hours later Frank was still sitting in the living room, naked, on the floor with his back against the sofa. Although he felt good about the date overall, he couldn't help but analyze his actions when, in the throes of passion, he had bit his date. Merc wasn't really above getting a little rough, but Frank didn't want to overload a potential love interest by coming on too strong. He wrestled with it incessantly; had he messed up? Had he ruined a good thing?

The thoughts continued to bother him so much that he hadn't realized Christopher was approaching him until the Asian student took a seat beside him. "You're up early... did you even join us?"

Frank glanced to his date. "Nah... a lot's been on my mind. You alright?"

Cy nodded. "Of course... I have a weird sleep schedule... usually three hours, up for two or three, then another three hours of sleep. It's pretty normal for--"

"I didn't mean the sleeping thing."

It was about as clear as Frank could get without having to awkwardly explain himself. Leaning forward, Cy kissed him on the cheek. "Either way, I'm still alright. Why... are you worried that I might be having second thoughts?"

When Christopher put the words to his concerns it felt more real. "....are you?"

Smirking, Cy patted Frank's bare thigh. "Honey... if I was having second thoughts do you think I'd still be here, naked, talking to you, or would I have gathered up my things and escaped while I could?"

The two shared a quiet laugh and, as things settled down, Frank was surprised to find himself relaxing; he usually over-analyzed things and, despite reassurances from anyone, he had trouble accepting them at face value. It didn't seem to be the case with Christopher. Letting out a soft sigh, Frank spoke. "I sometimes have trouble falling asleep. My mind doesn't always want to shut off."

Christopher snuggled closer, leaning against Frank. "Oh? That's usually why I have a split sleeping schedule-- my mind does the same thing early in the morning."

Glancing to the wall clock, Frank inquired "Like... around 1:34am? Heh... what do YOU think about?"

Raising his head so he could look at Frank, Cy said simply "Right now? You."

Despite how corny it sounded, the statement made Frank smile regardless. "Now you're just teasing me."

Smiling back, Christopher patted Frank's thigh. "Well... I mean, that too but also Ngalyod's Grasp... IF that's what you're wearing, I mean."

It took a second for Frank to understand what Cy was getting at. "Oh. The glove? What about it?"

The Asian student sat up, turning to regard Frank. "Would you humor me with a brief experiment?"

His response was full of sarcasm, and escaped him before he could stop it. "You're not going to poke me with needles or try to dissect me, are you?"

Christopher rolled his eyes. "No... I just want you to change shape into your Metamorph form."

Frank offered an appraising glance. "Why? You've already seen it tonight, and we're capped on how much time we can spend as Metamorphs and anything more than two hours and it gets 'unpleasant'... we almost hit that cap already."

Reaching out to take hold of his gloved hand, Cy gave it a gentle squeeze. "If this IS Ngalyod's Grasp then your change doesn't work the same way as most Metamorphs.... depending on how they gained their powers their ability to hold their form resets at dawn or dusk, but, if the stories are true, then you should have two windows-- you will be able to spend two hours as a Metamorph between midnight and noon, then again between noon and midnight. Since midnight passed you should be able to become a Metamorph again.

Frank stared incredulously at Christopher. "Are you sure?"

The Asian student nodded. "If that's Ngalyod's Grasp that's how it should work, yes."

"And if it isn't?"

Christopher offered a shrug. "Then... um... some discomfort, and I'll owe you a really big apology?"

Frank weighed his options; he'd experienced being in his Metamorph form too long on two occasions and it wasn't something he wanted to repeat. Still, the amazing guy in front of him was too fantastic to shoot down. "You, Mr Perfect, will have to admit you made a mistake? That seems too good to pass up."

Setting himself to the task, Frank wordlessly prayed to no specific deity that Christopher was in fact correct; he hated the feeling of his body trying to undo itself after being taxed in his Metamorph form. He also reminded himself that it wouldn't happen right away and that he'd be able to change back before it got too bad if that were the case. Letting out a deep breath, he willed his Metamorph to come to him.

Although he wasn't completely sure how, Merc knew right away that something had gone wrong. It wasn't incredibly obvious at first, but it didn't too long for him to realize what. His cries of surprise and alarm were enough to get Bruiser and Demon out of the room in an instant. Demon's objection was enough to explain everything. "Hey! Why the hell are we in our Meta-- HOLY FUCK? Is that a BIRD?!?"

Merc had trouble answering, staring dumbfounded at the almost six foot tall humanoid Raven kneeling beside him. Christopher looked just as surprised and yet, somehow, he still managed to force a rather blase response out of his beak. "Well... isn't THAT something."