Aberrant Affections

“Man, I wish I could’ve been there to see that craziness,” Copper laughed, plucking another buffalo wing from the basket.

“Yeah, well, if you ever tell me who you got that doll from, maybe I’ll return the favor for you,” Haan snickered.

The drone immediately halted and lowered the sauced chicken, before squinting over at his striped friend. “Ooooooh no - the last thing I need is for you to get your hands on a voodoo doll of me. Knowing you, you’d wait to use it until I visit the hive or - god forbid - my family.”

“Well,” the zebra sighed, reclining in his chair, “at least let me borrow the doll you got. I want to see if I can screw myself into a coma.”

“Only if I get to watch. As many times as I’ve told you to fuck yourself, it’d be nice to actually see it,” Copper snickered. Stripping the meat from his wing, he tossed the bone into a tiny trash pail and washed the bite down with the remainder of his cider.

It had been a whopping three days since the Haan’s voodoo incident and, as remarkable as it was, both stallions were back on good terms with one another. Sure, there had been some bitching and threatening directly after the revelation, although it had been a relatively harmless prank. Neither participant had been injured, there’d been no permanent damage done, and they’d both gotten their rocks off. After everything was said and done, they both put the event behind them - or so it seemed…

Unbeknownst to Copper, Haan had made arrangements to reap sweet, sweet revenge. Truth be told, he’d been sitting on something special to use against his friend, yet he hadn’t found the perfect time to use it. The act of having been plowed and used like a living condom, while fun, gave him the perfect opportunity to unleash his treasured weapon.

“I’ll top you up,” the Zebra remarked, smoothly getting to his feet and taking the changeling’s tankard.

“Thanks buddy. Once we wrap, you want to go catch a movie or something?” Copper asked, handing over his glass.

“Whatever you want, pal,” Haan giggled.

Shooting his companion a wink, he sauntered over to the serving station. Despite not being on the clock, the management allowed him to get their drinks - which was extremely important. Even though he had no intention of doing anything to wrong the eatery, he needed a split second of privacy to enact his payback. Slipping out of view and refilling his friend’s tankard, he swiftly emptied a small vial into the flagon.

The whole process took less than a minute and, as far as he knew, nobody had seen him stash the tiny bottle back into his pocket. Smiling to himself, swirling the clear liquid into the frothy cider, he cheerfully returned to the table. The seated drone grinned over at him, completely clueless about what he was about to be dosed with.

“And here ya go,” Haan hummed, handing over the cool, perspiring glass.

“Thanks. I tell ya, it’s been hotter than Tartarus this last week,” Copper grumbled, thirstily downing the cold beverage.

Fighting back a smirk, doing his damnedest not to tip his hand, Haan watched his buddy gulp down the drink. The elixir he’d clandestinely dosed the drone with was custom tailored to cause a changeling’s metamorphic abilities to go haywire, but there was a catch - though it would make Copper’s ability to transform misbehave, there was no exact way of knowing the end result. As the shapeshifter polished off the drink, he eased himself back and grabbed a wing to nibble on.

The following minute or so was relatively silent, as the pair picked away at the basket of chicken, yet it didn’t stay that way for long. Copper winced, flung a bone into the trash bucket, and pushed himself away from the table. It wasn’t surprising that the potion was beginning to have an effect, although what that effect was was yet to be seen.

“I...I’ll be right back,” the drone grumbled, scampering off in the direction of the restrooms.

Seeing the changeling retreat, Haan casually got up and pursued; be damned if he was going to miss whatever crazy shit was about to happen in the bathroom! Taking his time, traipsing through the dining area, he saw his way to the back and let himself into the lavatory. As with most public restrooms, a series of sinks sat along one wall; sitting opposite were four urinals and three toilet stalls, although the drone was mysteriously vacant.

“Copper?” Haan called, peeking beneath the partitions. “Everything ok, buddy?”

“Uh...Yeah...I just - Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!?’ Copper’s voice resonated throughout the small room, emanating from the final compartment.

Rushing into the next to furthest stall, Haan pressed his ear to the wall. His imagination went wild, wondering what fate had befallen his friend; it had to be something pretty wild, judging from the drone’s tone, but he wasn’t too concerned. The concoction was temporary and the effects were more or less harmless. Glancing downward, towards a gloryhole the staff conveniently chose to ignore, he was stricken with an idea.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, quietly undoing his belt and shimmying out of his painfully snug shorts.

“Gah...Stupid thing won’t go back in my pants!” Copper groused.

While the shapeshifter hadn’t said much, the statement caused Haan’s mouth to water. He was left to presume the thing in question was some monstrously warped and hopefully large package. Letting his shorts fall to the floor, he reached back and caressed his pucker; as always, he kept himself cleaned and pre-lubed for such unforeseen events. Pressing his rump to the opening - which he totally hadn’t installed himself - he hummed contentedly.

“If it’s that big, maybe you tucker it out a little,” he giggled. Eagerly awaiting the sensation of a big, warm, thick cock to prod his colt-hole, he got anything but. What felt like a pair of dual pin pricks caused him to yelp and jump away, as something stuck the tender flesh of his tush. “The fuck was…” he trailed off, when he wheeled around to see what had happened.

A snake - an actual fucking snake had emerged from the glory hole. Easily a foot long and covered in obsidian scales, it peered up at him with a pair of azure eyes. The realization, while fascinating, filled him with an instant dread. Reaching back and caressing his behind, he gulped.

“Did your fucking cock bite me?!” he croaked, as a subtle warmth began coursing through him.

“Not like I wanted it to!” Copper shot back, while his obviously sentient dong peered up at his companion. “Can you suck the venom out?”

“Uh…” Haan peered back at his backside, knowing full well that removing the toxin would be impossible - still, as unsettling as the situation was, he wasn’t too worried; if anything, he was having a hard time not getting turned on.

Reaching behind himself, massaging his tender cheek, his fingers drifted to his winking pucker. Whatever the heck had gotten into him didn’t feel bad - no, if anything, he felt pretty fucking good. Absentmindedly fingering himself, he gazed down at the serpent. As if it knew it was being watched, the living cock yawned and he swore it winked at him. His erection seemingly didn’t give two shits about the strange bizarre circumstances, leaving him with a sudden, raging hard-on.

To say Copper was slightly thrown off by the unexpected and wholly disconcerting turn of events would be an understatement. One minute, he’d been enjoying some food and a drink with his friend - the next, he’d discovered that his cock had become an uncooperative viper of some persuasion. While his member seemed to have developed a mind of its own, it retained the sensitivity of his stallionhood.

He gnawed his lip, as something gently stroked his writhing length. His dong didn’t seem to mind the attention - then again, he had no way of knowing for sure. The stupid thing didn’t seem to cooperate with him, although maybe his friend would have better luck. No sooner had the hopeful thought crossed his mind than his tool leapt forward and wrapped around something long and hard.

Screwing his eyes shut, he scrunched his snout. “Please tell me that’s not…”

“It’s wrapped around my dick and I’m too scared to move,” Haan bleated, staring down at his constricted shaft.

Staring up at him, apparently pleased with itself, the snake massaged and licked his length. He’s never thought he’d see a lustful serpent, yet the look it gave him was unmistakable. It’s smiling, fanged maw, set below a pair of heavily lidded eyes, worked its way up his stallionhood. Reaching his glans, the little fiend’s forked tongue lavished his tip, opened its jaw, and forced him into its gullet.

Both stallions froze, as the dynamic took an abrupt and entirely unsettling turn. The salacious snake’s esophagus was astoundingly sensitive, leaving Copper at a loss for words. Haan fared no better, with his tool fellated what had been his friend’s completely normal, un-animated cock. Each found themselves entranced by the pleasing, completely outlandish sensations accosting them.

“H...holy fuck, this is amazing,” Haan gasped, jamming a third finger into his ass. The unorthodox blowjob, while enjoyable, was made even more so by the prostate stimulation.

Copper simply nodded, unwilling or unable to confess how captivating the sensation was. He’d never tried sounding before - hell, he’d never even given it much thought, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt. Bucking against the partition, eager for more of the alien pleasure, he hoped his newfound equipment would take the hint and continue.

With the zebra fucking the drone’s dick, and the dick evidently happy to oblige, the two went to town. Neither could have ever anticipated doing something so freaky, while in the bathroom of a bar and grill, but they couldn’t care less. The serpent’s interior conformed to the striped intruder, bulging obscenely with each thrust, as it covetously looked up at its mate.

The heat within Haan’s chest steadily mounted, causing him to paw at his shirt. It almost felt as if he’d been stricken with a fever - one which clouded his mind with lewd thoughts and heightened his sensitivity. Even though he’d only been going at it for a few minutes, he was rocketing to his limit; maybe it was because he didn’t typically use his stallionhood to get off, or perhaps it had something to do with whatever was in the snake’s venom - either way, he struggled not to pop.

“C...Copper, I’m - Hnnngh!” was all he could manage, as the serpent hilted him and bit his groin.

The additional influx of toxin, paired with having his entirety entombed within the muscular length of reptile, did him in. Damn near mewling, he fitfully bucked his hips and blew his load into the serpent. Steeling a glance downward, he watched the creature rhythmically undulate and milk the spunk from his stallionhood.

Copper’s breath hitched in his throat, as the Haan’s jizz coursed into his balls. The sensation was hard to describe, completely different than anything he’d experienced before, but he absolutely loved it. Humping the wall, desperate to cum, the unimaginable happened. The slick confines of his scaled stallionhood were left vacant, when his friend pulled back and stepped away.

“Don’t! I’m so close!” he pleaded.

Sinking down and peeking through the opening, he was greeted by the sight of a plump and extraordinarily slick pucker. The zebra’s backdoor enticingly winked, causing him to rocket back to his feet. There was no way in hell he was going to pass up an invitation of that caliber. Grabbing hold of the recalcitrant reptile at his groin, he menacingly raised a finger.

“If you don’t behave, I’m going to fist you until I cum,” he darkly muttered, balling his hand into a fist. The snake’s eyes went wide and it gulped, before it straightened out and took a rigid stance.

“Breed me!” Haan whimpered, pawing at his chest. “I...I need to feel you inside my fertile colt pussy!”

The second dose of venom did little to help Haan’s situation - if anything, it complicated factors to the nth degree. What had started as a warmth in his bosom had blossomed into an ache, as his chest expanded. At an alarming rate, as the potent toxin worked through his system, his breasts grew to obscene proportions. Before he knew it, two udder like tits struggled against his flimsy t-shirt.

To make matters worse, he’d almost immediately begun lactating. Awash in a sea of depraved thoughts, yearning for nothing more than to be knocked up by the stud in the next stall, he fervently pressed his ass to the partition. He’d had no way of knowing that the potion he’d drugged Copper with would find its way into his system, or that it would take a heavier psychological toll, although that was the last thing on his mind - all he knew was that he was a fertile field ready to be plowed.

Given that Copper had yet to achieve release, and the fact that his immense swollen balls now held an extra helping of seed, nearly drove him mad with lust. He could have easily exited the stall and moved into the compartment with his friend, if he’d taken a moment to think, yet the notion was lost to him. Aligning himself with the presented hole, he sank his length into the zebra’s warm, snug depths.

As soon as he was penetrated, Haan began feverishly humping back against the wall. The flimsy partition groaned under the impacts of his behind, as he caved to his burning desires. With Copper quickly following suit, pounding his hips against the divider with reckless abandon, the partition besieged on two fronts.

“Harder, Daddy! Pump this baby bakery full of that hot foal batter!” Haan beseeched, clenching around the drone’s shaft.

Standing on his tiptoes and arching his back, he ensured every thrust hammered against his sensitive prostate. With one leaky teat in each hand, his fingers pinched and tweaked his leaking nipples. His floppy prick, while untouched, slung pre-cum and spunk to the floor below. In that moment, his stallionhood was but a vestigial remnant of his masculinity - he was, for all intents and purposes, a needy mare doing her best to sate her yearning.

The begging, while a bit odd, only served to get Copper more worked up. Unlike his friend, who was an utter butt-slut, he relished the opportunity to mount a lover. Though he was aware of some movement by his dong, his snake-dong had temporarily decided to assist with his efforts. Nearly jackhammering himself into his mate, he lost himself to the mounting bliss.

“Do it!” Haan implored, sensing the cock throbbing wildly within him. “Knock me up!”

The whorish request was Copper’s undoing, causing him to bust a nut on the spot. Gritting his teeth, his body went into overdrive. Pumping two heaping helpings of seed through his dick, while taxing, easily eclipsed the ecstasy of a regular climax. What would have normally been a few ounces of jizz became pints of scalding spunk, due to the additional cream in his nuts and the potion’s effects.

Screaming to the heavens, Haan was granted his wish. Virile seed flooded his depths, surging through him like a raging river. The heat and pressure, coupled with the pulsating medial ring against his p-spot, proved too much to bear; imagining himself actually being impregnated was simply the icing on the cake. Without so much as having touched himself, he was stricken with a cataclysmic orgasm of his own.

Howling and huffing, the pair rode out their rapture in tandem. Haan’s belly, below his heaving, milk slickened bosoms, gradually expanded and hung beneath him. With wave after wave of cream disgorged through his shaft, Copper did what he could to remain standing throughout the seemingly endless ordeal. At the end, after what felt like a small eternity, the two were left on wobbly legs - spent and barely coherent.

Copper pushed himself away and languidly unsheathed his serpentine stallionhood from the glory hole. Thankfully, the snake appeared mollified - dangling lazily between his legs. Nodding to himself, intent to check on his friend, he shambled out and into the zebra’s stall. Sadly, he was woefully unprepared for what he encountered.

As he swung open the door, Haan struck. Leaping forward and tackling him to the floor, the femcolt caught him unawares. Staring down his chest, watching his companion hungrily lick and suck the cum from his dick, his mouth flapped wordlessly - that was, until his companion looked up and grinned at him.

“I’m gonna be a mommy!” Haan squealed. Before the drone could speak a word, he crawled up and gleefully hugged his would-be baby daddy.

With no way of knowing exactly what had happened to his friend, Copper was sure of only one thing - they needed to leave and leave quickly. Shoving away the affectionate, lactating zebra, he scrambled to his feet and hauled his amorous buddy along. The exit to the bar wasn’t too far from the restroom, so they should be able to make a clean getaway.

Dutifully following after the father of his unborn foal, Haan lovingly caressed his prodigious belly. Wondering if he’d bear a colt, filly, or possibly both, he was led out into the dining area and towards the door. Passing a table, seeing what could only be the approving look of a table of patrons, he pulled Copper into a hug.

“We’re gonna have a family!” he declared.

Ignorant to the fact that the customers could have been awestruck by his gravid state, his udder-like tits, or that he was naked from the waist down, he was only eventually dragged out the exit and into the parking lot. His drone daddy simply wanted to get him home for some post-coitus spooning and he was not about to deny his mate.

Keeping his eyes on the ground, Copper stomped through the parking lot and to his car. He was well aware that they’d abandoned several articles of clothing in the bathroom, made a spectacle of themselves, and more than likely confused and/or aroused several customers, but he didn’t care. He’d just blown the biggest load of his life and needed to escape. Figuring out what had happened could wait until after he’d gotten a shower and a nap.

“Can we get some ice cream on the way home?” Haan blithely inquired, tugging on the changeling’s arm.

Copper grunted and nodded, unwilling to argue. On the off chance that he had somehow knocked up his friend, the extra calories couldn’t hurt and he wouldn’t mind a snack for himself. Opening the passenger car of his car and ushering the zebra into his seat, he ran around and hopped into the driver’s side. After getting a pair of sundaes from a drive through, then he could sort all the crazy shit out...