Story by Taiko, the maker of the character on the left: Suffice to say, things didn't go to plan.
The moment their powers combined, Debaun and Psycat felt the boundaries of their powers contract, shrink, shrivel...before rushing out and drawing more energy from them than they had all night.
In that one moment, gold and violet ran wild throughout the room, mingling, mixing, merging, overwhelming whatever defences the two men had to even their own powers. The force directed at one another was spread out, confined, before collapsing upon the men on the couch.
If someone had blinked, they'd have missed the scene entirely. As it stood, they'd only see three well built men sitting together on a couch, most of their clothes missing and erections standing tall.
There were no thoughts for that moment, nor the next. Slowly, all three minds began to recover with their respective defences, their eyes regaining a bit of lustre. However, there was a change to the track these thoughts ran. No notions of domination, of fighting between the two cats, no resistance from the black and purple dragon, no thoughts of leaving for any.
All three had the same idea: sex. They wanted sex, and they wanted it now.
Before Ren could get a word in, however, the lion to his right already poised a palm towards the scaled head and fired off a wave of colors. Painting his mind like a tye-dye shirt, new thoughts entered the dragon's mind.
Flex; show off; please the lion.
With no reason not to, Ren flexed his black arms, biceps growing as he tensed them together. A good, long life of hard work in the military had left him with quite a few muscles, spread out all over himself. With the blessing of the lion's grin he redoubled his efforts, rumbling to himself as he flexed his pectorals and shined a bicep with his tongue. All the while, his erection stood proudly between his legs, pulsing with a strong heartbeat.
That erection only grew stronger as Debaun fawned over it, the feline's rough tongue tickling down over the heavy head of the shaft. Normally, the feline was a little more 'on top' of the situation, but in this case he couldn't help himself. The first taste of pre from that shaft had him purring like a dream, his hands stroking the black shaft for more. When it didn't come fast enough, gold whisps slipped from Debaun's fingers, wrapping around Ren's shaft and spiralling down to his purple balls.
Churn; tingle; throb. The effects of the snow leopard's magic only made the dragon huff and shudder, eyes still on Psycat. Nobody seemed to mind though.
However, as Psycat pulsed more commands into Ren's head, and Debaun poured more magic into Ren's groin, the two powers met within the dragon. Purple and gold touched, coiled, and exploded within Ren, filling his torso and groin with the respective energies.
Unlike before, however, the detonation was completely contained within the dragon's form, leaving Debaun and Psycat unaware of what had happened. They were aware of the aftermath, however - Ren had already been a buff dragon, several feet larger than both the cats, but he seemed to gain another foot all over himself in the space of a few seconds. Muscles, bones, even Ren's horns seemed to expand, and had he been wearing any clothing it would have exploded into confetti. This also had the additional result of undoing the results of the previous deonation of magic had had on Ren's body.
Of course, nothing grew more than his cock - already impressive before, the thing was now as large as Debaun's arm, and possibly even thicker! The snow leopard didn't question why his favorite part of the dragon had suddenly expanded to horse size. His eyes just gleemed, and his mouth went to work.
Psycat, on the other hand, was recovering his mind a bit better than the others were, and the sudden guage of sexy going from 10 to 14 made his brow jump a bit. Te didn't question what was going on though - he just got...ideas.
With Debaun distracted, and Ren still posing away on the couch, the lion was left to scheme on what to do. He knew he couldn't affect Debaun without reviving their conflict before...but Ren was a different matter. As details clicked into place, Psycat lifted his palm once again, and sent another painting-pulse into the dragon's brain...
''Mmmm, gotta love pay per view,'' the lion rumbled, a few pieces of popcorn being casually flicked into his mouth. He hadn't wanted to leave his cohorts alone for long, so it was only microwave popcorn, but it was still a nice treat to have when watching TV. He normally didn't have it on hand when watching two muscle men wrestling on-screen.
He shifted a little from where he was sitting, casually muttering, ''Little slower flexing, faster oral.'' before he took another bite of popcorn. The series of flexes under his rump changed to a more relaxed rhythm, and the tongue wrapped around his shaft slurped to match. The resulting synergy practically made Psycat purr in response. ''Mmmm, perfect~''
He took a moment to briefly glance down from the movie and over the scene in the living room. Unfortunately for whomever owned the place, though the colors had shifted closer to their original incarnations, the room was permanently stained in a psychic/magical mix. The carpet was now a dark purple in the room's dim lighting, and the walls had become a slightly lighter violet. The couch itself had become a dull tan, far from the previous, vibrant red, although the material was quite a bit shinier, so it could be mistaken as a brand new piece of furniture.
The materials of the room were also charged with a psychic osmosis field that would constantly drive all thoughts out not related to sex with whomever they saw. It would probably last forever if nobody did something about it. Since Psycat was immune to it though, even if it tickled at the edges of his mind a bit, he didn't really mind it.
Ren was definitely something to mind however, and the fawning look on his face was quite sweet. Tussling his hair a bit, Psycat ran a foot along the dragon's back, feeling the strong muscles that lined his spine, his other foot set atop an equally strong knee. Ren had been set on the floor, while supporting Psycat on his arm Popeye-style, flexing like a massage chair and tonguing away at the lion's cock like the best of them. Psycat had opted to leave his coat off for this, wanting to feel when Ren decided to massage his back from the position.
Debaun was getting the service himself, although it was more centered around his backside being fingered by Ren's sausage-sized fingers. It had been amusingly easy to get the snow leopard to follow Ren down off the couch and onto the carpet. The magician was focused solely on the cream the dragon's shaft was producing, lapping up all that was dribbled. A steady stream of gold strings were flowing from the feline's fingers to Ren's balls, and Psycat was interested in seeing what that would bring.
Either way, the night had turned out far better than the lion had hoped it would. He hadn't even known Fallous Corp. did their own brand of Erotic Wrestling, but now that he did, he was going to keep an eye out for them at home. Already the bull on-screen had lost the back of his singlet, and his orc partner had managed to secure a hold on him, pinning the bovine and his arms to the ground while a fat, green dick was pumped between his cheeks.
Closing his eyes, the lion shuddered and felt a rush of pleasure run from his groin into the rest of himself. Without opening his eyes, the cat pointed a pair of fingers towards the dragon's head, and triggered the orgasm he'd been holding back from Ren and Debaun. With perfect timing, both Psycat and Ren came at the same time, their seed flying out and splattering in gooey whiteness. Ren's milking with his tongue was only made better by the moan he let out, so deep it practically vibrated against the lion's shaft. Psycat couldn't see how much Ren put out, but by the audible sounds of Debaun slurping, he could tell it was a lot.
And to think, they had all night to keep doing this. ''My point.'' he sighed, as he tussled Ren's head again, wondering just how much credit the home owner had on his account.
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Suffice to say, things didn't go to plan.
The moment their powers combined, Debaun and Psycat felt the boundaries of their powers contract, shrink, shrivel...before rushing out and drawing more energy from them than they had all night.
In that one moment, gold and violet ran wild throughout the room, mingling, mixing, merging, overwhelming whatever defences the two men had to even their own powers. The force directed at one another was spread out, confined, before collapsing upon the men on the couch.
If someone had blinked, they'd have missed the scene entirely. As it stood, they'd only see three well built men sitting together on a couch, most of their clothes missing and erections standing tall.
There were no thoughts for that moment, nor the next. Slowly, all three minds began to recover with their respective defences, their eyes regaining a bit of lustre. However, there was a change to the track these thoughts ran. No notions of domination, of fighting between the two cats, no resistance from the black and purple dragon, no thoughts of leaving for any.
All three had the same idea: sex. They wanted sex, and they wanted it now.
Before Ren could get a word in, however, the lion to his right already poised a palm towards the scaled head and fired off a wave of colors. Painting his mind like a tye-dye shirt, new thoughts entered the dragon's mind.
Flex; show off; please the lion.
With no reason not to, Ren flexed his black arms, biceps growing as he tensed them together. A good, long life of hard work in the military had left him with quite a few muscles, spread out all over himself. With the blessing of the lion's grin he redoubled his efforts, rumbling to himself as he flexed his pectorals and shined a bicep with his tongue. All the while, his erection stood proudly between his legs, pulsing with a strong heartbeat.
That erection only grew stronger as Debaun fawned over it, the feline's rough tongue tickling down over the heavy head of the shaft. Normally, the feline was a little more 'on top' of the situation, but in this case he couldn't help himself. The first taste of pre from that shaft had him purring like a dream, his hands stroking the black shaft for more. When it didn't come fast enough, gold whisps slipped from Debaun's fingers, wrapping around Ren's shaft and spiralling down to his purple balls.
Churn; tingle; throb. The effects of the snow leopard's magic only made the dragon huff and shudder, eyes still on Psycat. Nobody seemed to mind though.
However, as Psycat pulsed more commands into Ren's head, and Debaun poured more magic into Ren's groin, the two powers met within the dragon. Purple and gold touched, coiled, and exploded within Ren, filling his torso and groin with the respective energies.
Unlike before, however, the detonation was completely contained within the dragon's form, leaving Debaun and Psycat unaware of what had happened. They were aware of the aftermath, however - Ren had already been a buff dragon, several feet larger than both the cats, but he seemed to gain another foot all over himself in the space of a few seconds. Muscles, bones, even Ren's horns seemed to expand, and had he been wearing any clothing it would have exploded into confetti. This also had the additional result of undoing the results of the previous deonation of magic had had on Ren's body.
Of course, nothing grew more than his cock - already impressive before, the thing was now as large as Debaun's arm, and possibly even thicker! The snow leopard didn't question why his favorite part of the dragon had suddenly expanded to horse size. His eyes just gleemed, and his mouth went to work.
Psycat, on the other hand, was recovering his mind a bit better than the others were, and the sudden guage of sexy going from 10 to 14 made his brow jump a bit. Te didn't question what was going on though - he just got...ideas.
With Debaun distracted, and Ren still posing away on the couch, the lion was left to scheme on what to do. He knew he couldn't affect Debaun without reviving their conflict before...but Ren was a different matter. As details clicked into place, Psycat lifted his palm once again, and sent another painting-pulse into the dragon's brain...
''Mmmm, gotta love pay per view,'' the lion rumbled, a few pieces of popcorn being casually flicked into his mouth. He hadn't wanted to leave his cohorts alone for long, so it was only microwave popcorn, but it was still a nice treat to have when watching TV. He normally didn't have it on hand when watching two muscle men wrestling on-screen.
He shifted a little from where he was sitting, casually muttering, ''Little slower flexing, faster oral.'' before he took another bite of popcorn. The series of flexes under his rump changed to a more relaxed rhythm, and the tongue wrapped around his shaft slurped to match. The resulting synergy practically made Psycat purr in response. ''Mmmm, perfect~''
He took a moment to briefly glance down from the movie and over the scene in the living room. Unfortunately for whomever owned the place, though the colors had shifted closer to their original incarnations, the room was permanently stained in a psychic/magical mix. The carpet was now a dark purple in the room's dim lighting, and the walls had become a slightly lighter violet. The couch itself had become a dull tan, far from the previous, vibrant red, although the material was quite a bit shinier, so it could be mistaken as a brand new piece of furniture.
The materials of the room were also charged with a psychic osmosis field that would constantly drive all thoughts out not related to sex with whomever they saw. It would probably last forever if nobody did something about it. Since Psycat was immune to it though, even if it tickled at the edges of his mind a bit, he didn't really mind it.
Ren was definitely something to mind however, and the fawning look on his face was quite sweet. Tussling his hair a bit, Psycat ran a foot along the dragon's back, feeling the strong muscles that lined his spine, his other foot set atop an equally strong knee. Ren had been set on the floor, while supporting Psycat on his arm Popeye-style, flexing like a massage chair and tonguing away at the lion's cock like the best of them. Psycat had opted to leave his coat off for this, wanting to feel when Ren decided to massage his back from the position.
Debaun was getting the service himself, although it was more centered around his backside being fingered by Ren's sausage-sized fingers. It had been amusingly easy to get the snow leopard to follow Ren down off the couch and onto the carpet. The magician was focused solely on the cream the dragon's shaft was producing, lapping up all that was dribbled. A steady stream of gold strings were flowing from the feline's fingers to Ren's balls, and Psycat was interested in seeing what that would bring.
Either way, the night had turned out far better than the lion had hoped it would. He hadn't even known Fallous Corp. did their own brand of Erotic Wrestling, but now that he did, he was going to keep an eye out for them at home. Already the bull on-screen had lost the back of his singlet, and his orc partner had managed to secure a hold on him, pinning the bovine and his arms to the ground while a fat, green dick was pumped between his cheeks.
Closing his eyes, the lion shuddered and felt a rush of pleasure run from his groin into the rest of himself. Without opening his eyes, the cat pointed a pair of fingers towards the dragon's head, and triggered the orgasm he'd been holding back from Ren and Debaun. With perfect timing, both Psycat and Ren came at the same time, their seed flying out and splattering in gooey whiteness. Ren's milking with his tongue was only made better by the moan he let out, so deep it practically vibrated against the lion's shaft. Psycat couldn't see how much Ren put out, but by the audible sounds of Debaun slurping, he could tell it was a lot.
And to think, they had all night to keep doing this. ''My point.'' he sighed, as he tussled Ren's head again, wondering just how much credit the home owner had on his account.