Author's page: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tym/
Picture page: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45257423/ (EBFAID45257423EB)
Tags: human, elephant, lion, zebra, gorilla, giraffe, ftm, mtf, gay-to-straight, straight-to-gay, orgy, christmas, party, reality_update, cigarette, smoking, alcohol, mexican_food, sleazy, grungy, mechanic, tacky_christmas_sweaters
Category: Story | Theme: TF / TG | Rating: Adult
Published: 2021-12-29 04:50:56
A guy ends up taking his friend to the company Christmas party, but there seems to be something odd going on with the costumes they were sent...in fact, it seems as though there's something odd going on all over.
Commission for anonymous, 6,634 words, please view the PDF for full text and proper formatting
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There wasn’t usually much traffic at three in the morning on a Sunday—let alone one that was also Christmas—and the regular on-off flicker of the “Rooms—Cheap” sign outside their bedroom window had long ago become visual background noise. Shifting groggily, it took a moment for Thad to figure out what had disturbed his sleep. Belching softly, he rolled over: a thick form was sitting on the edge of the bed, slumped shoulders edge-lit by crimson neon.
“Hey babe, couldn’t sleep?” Thad grunted, reaching over to draw a hand down the solid back. A hand, he realized, that still had no pinkie finger, and a back that was still covered in an elephant’s loose leathery hide. He stifled a sigh of relief so as to better hear Charlie’s reply.
“Yeah, honey, it’s just…my boobs are massive.”
Thad could see that she was holding them, one in each hand, like proverbial melons. Honey-do, indeed, he thought with a tusky leer. “You’ve got big boobs, babe. Always have…at least, since you got this rockin’ body.” And speaking of rocking bodies, how am I hard again? It’s like this old dick’s got no refresh time at all! It was a small voice that marveled in Thad’s head, easily shushed. After all, this was their reality now, and he intended to make the best of it.
He pushed himself up so he was sitting cross-legged behind her, their twin titanic asses making a dent in the already-strained mattress. Hands reached up and caressed shoulders, feeling the strength of muscles built by years of blue collar work, the soft weal of an old welding scar, the familiar creases of hide. His trunk lifted as well, smoothing over the bald head, the flapping ear, the rubberized strap. “You slept with your goggles on again,” he said, leaning close to whisper in the other ear, trunk arched to let him nibble and kiss at the loose and flappy skin. “It seems we were both a bit tipsy last night.” In truth, Thad was feeling the beginnings of a hangover headache, but knew that if he could get his blood pumping it would dissipate. How do I know that? Oh, right, because it’s what I do every weekend now. The memories ebbed and flowed, but it was easier to recall this life’s history than to remember his old reality’s past. As he usually did when confronted by worries about what might have been, he turned his attention to Charlie, his beautiful wife.
His trunk had coiled gently around her neck—not squeezing, simply resting like a heavy necklace—the tip aimed to seem like it was only accidentally blowing warm breath across her nipple. Not shelling out money for the heating and cooling of their by-the-month apartment had its advantages, and Charlie shivered against his touch in the chill morning air. Thad trailed his thick fingers from her shoulders down to the softer skin between armpit and boob proper, feeling the way it was pulled by the weight of her jugs, the taut skin yielding to his touch as he gently slid his fingers further.
Thad’s dick was fully hard now, an engorged meat stick whose very firmness made it easier to flex and bend. I love being an elephant! he thought as he commanded his prehensile shaft to flop along Charlie’s lower back. Gliding his hands from breasts to belly, from belly to thighs, there were no sounds but the ominous creaking of the bed with every slightest movement and the shuddering breath of his wife. A siren roared through the street, followed by another, but that was outside, beyond the windows behind them, practically another world. All that mattered was inside the musky room, was in front of him, held by hands and trunk and dick.
Feeling awake and thoroughly frisky, Thad unfolded himself and slid off his side of the bed, dodging piles of dirty clothes and other night-dark detritus as he circled around to kneel before his bride. Her eyes were unfocused, as though she were trying to recall their old reality, their old lives and bodies and roles. Definitely need to give her something else to think about. Without preamble, he leaned forward, raised his trunk to lay across her belly, and pressed his face into her crotch.
Careful to aim his tusks so they rested safely in the creases between thigh and fupa, he dropped his jaw as wide as it would go and latched on to Charlie’s pussy with his whole mouth. The hands that gripped his ears like a steering yoke made it clear that she was now sufficiently distracted, and his tongue plunging into her further cemented her grounding in reality. He could still taste himself, plus a few lingering exotic flavors from the party—hard to believe that had been just a few hours ago. Hours in which they’d both changed significantly. I bet old me wouldn’t have been able to enjoy this nearly as much, he thought as he tongue-fucked his wife.
“Oh honey,” she moaned, “keep that up and you’ll get a…nnfh…fuck i haven’t felt this good since…last night.”
“Let’s see if we can’t improve on that," he mumbled before pushing his tongue further into her. Fuck, I can still taste Lennox's cum. There were others there, too, but the banana candy flavor of the gorilla was impossible to mistake. Well, if she's still got cum in her, there's no harm in adding a little more, he thought with a devious leer as he licked his lips and rocked back.
The strength in his butt and thighs made it easy to rise from squatting to standing, and his knees didn't protest like they would have a few days before. Guess elephants are just sturdier built overall. Sufficiently warmed up and thoroughly lubricated, Charlie's dark grey pussy was easy to enter. For a moment both pachyderms were lost to the sensation as the cock wormed its way deeper, flexing and curling as it crept, as though it had a mind of its own. Once it had gone all the way down, and was properly bathed in other men's cum, Thad began thrusting.
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"Are you sure he doesn't mind?" Charlie asked as they drove through town.
"I told you, Roger has an appointment, some last-minute job he just had to take. And he's never really been much of a party person—let alone a work Christmas party. I wouldn't be going either, but it's practically required, and the food is usually pretty good. Maybe I'll win an aPad or something. I'm just glad his costume fit you." Thad waggled his head, making the cheap rubber elephant ears and trunk waggle.
Charlie was sitting next to him in folds of loose material, fidgeting with the zipper that ran all the way down the back, through the sewn-together tacky christmas sweater and grey sweatpants. He adjusted the pair of goggles on his forehead, along with the ears-on-a-headband and trunk-on-a-string. "I'm glad I could come too, thanks for inviting me. Good thing he's not the jealous type." The whole ensemble had had an odd smell, straight out of the box: not quite that shipping container tang, but more like old rubber and cigarette smoke.
Seeing his friend's distress, Thad reached over. "Here, let me help you with that; the instructions said to remove the zipper." Not noticing that the grey gloves seemed to have shifted, absorbing his pinkies, he plucked at the zipper behind Charlie's neck, pulling it off easily like removing the adhesive protector strip from a bubble envelope.
"But how can it be a proper masquerade party if our costumes don't even hide our identities?" Charlie was protesting.
Thad shrugged as he tossed the detached zipper into the back seat of his car, where it landed next to two open garment boxes. He turned to follow the GPS's directions. "All I know is, the company mailed us two costumes, with instructions, and we're following the instructions. Besides, working from home all this time, it's not like anyone'll recognize me...and no one will know you at all!"
Charlie chuckled, "True, maybe you should introduce me as your husband."
Waiting for a stoplight to turn, he looked over at his friend. "I dunno, you don't look like a 'Roger'...still, it might be fun. Man there's a lot of traffic out here for Christmas Eve," Thad complained as cars honked at him, furious at his delaying a whole second before going for the suddenly green light.
"Well, we are downtown," Charlie offered.
"Yeah, that's the odd thing. The last few Christmas parties were at a Napa winery, then a culinary school, and then a big fancy hotel on the river. This seems a bit...downmarket."
"In this economy..."
"Hardy har har," Thad said as he punched his friend's shoulder playfully...only there seemed to be more meat behind the tacky sweater's material than there had been just a moment ago. He chanced a glance, and saw that the cheap strap-on trunk now looked more like a Hollywood-quality prosthetic, the elastic band was gone, and so was the crease it had left in Charlie's cheek. Oncoming headlights drew Thad's attention back to the road, leaving him to snort in confusion—especially when the snort came out of his own trunk.
It's like...the longer we wear these costumes, the more real they're getting...and it's getting me horny. He shifted in his seat, and suddenly the increasingly-constricted feeling was relieved: he'd been sitting on his tail, which wasn't odd because, just a few minutes before, it had been nothing more than a sewn-on scrap of felt. A glance down showed his growing erection, already bigger than it ought to have been, with the sweatpant material drawn close like it was trying to vac-u-form around it.
At the next stoplight—this time not taking his eyes off the road—he reached over and rested a hand on Charlie's thigh. "What's up? Wh—ohhh," his friend moaned as the three thick fingers and thumb made their way up his leg to find the other man's tent. Only there was no tent. Instead of a hard pole encased in grey cotton, there was only a taut plunging between the meatier thighs. A cameltoe. Charlie actually trumpeted (a silly, squeaky sound, given how small his...her trunk still was) when Thad's finger prodded the cleft, coming away damp and smelling of arousal.
Thicker joints and longer limbs made it hard to continue and still drive, so Thad forced himself to turn his attention back to the road, but that didn't stop Charlie from continuing the explorations. Indeed, he seemed intent on returning the favor: his own pinkyless hand was creeping toward Thad's tentpole which, like Charlie's cameltoe, was also beginning to grow a dark damp spot.
A pothole bounced them both in their protesting seats, and the added strain proved too much for their shoes. With pops like miniature gunfire, canvas and leather burst, revealing thick column-like legs ending in four half-moon nails. The explosion of fabric made Thad jump, stamping on the accelerator and bursting from the pack of traffic. In a squeal of tires on wet asphalt, he made the last turn and, as the GPS proclaimed, arrived at their destination.
The little hatchback rocked to a standstill in the half-empty parking lot, and for a moment there was silence. Then Charlie started to giggle, and Thad to chuckle, until they were both laughing hard, trumpeting their guffaws through still-growing trunks. They paused to catch their breath, and Thad noticed that their costumes had given up the ghost as well, leaving them sitting naked apart from his glasses, Charlie's goggles, and their matching tacky christmas sweaters—now featuring rather ursine-looking Santas and suggestively-anthropomorphic reindeer—with scraps of cloth scattered across the car's seats and floorboards.
Their laughter resumed and soon they collapsed, breathless, against one another. Thick fingers draped across burly shoulders and muscular thighs, feeling the patchwork of human and pachyderm skin, lengthening trunks breathing the smell of elephant musk, used motor oil, and old cigarette smoke. Thad's cock was still standing straight up—no longer encumbered by the enfolding embrace of his costume's pants—and Charlie's pussy was actively dripping on the seat beneath her. Their bare hips were barely an inch apart, overflowing the seats in the little car that was cramped for two humans, let alone two seven-foot-tall elephants.
The tip of Thad's trunk had begun to dip lower, reaching across the space between them with every surge of growth, and soon it was obvious that Charlie could feel the strong pulls of his breath snuffling at the plump slit between her legs. "Are you just gonna sit there sniffing or are you gonna come over here and do something about it?"
Surprising both of them, Thad leaned over, looping his trunk beneath hers to lift them both up, exposing the pointed mouth and nascent tusks beneath. They kissed. Meanwhile his left hand had crossed the gap as well, and was groping Charlie's chest through the cheap knitted fabric of her sweater. A growth was distending one of the reindeer's faces, and beneath Thad's exploring fingers it became clear to both former humans that this was a breast. A matching swelling stretched the other reindeer's muzzle, thumb-thick nipple making Rudolph's nose stick straight out. "You," Thad mumbled, coming up for air and sounding like he had marbles in his cheeks, "make one handsome elephant babe, babe."
Charlie only snorted and pulled him back for more making out, using her trunk to caress his mouth, to feel his growing tusks. When he shifted to try and improve the kiss's angle, her trunktip slipped into his mouth instead, and she moaned aloud. On a whim, Thad pressed his trunk to her lips as well, and was rewarded with a lusty suckle. He'd tried the whole fingers-in-mouth thing once or twice before, mostly because he'd seen it in porn and wondered why: it had been an interesting sensation, and a little kinky, but this...this was like if his fingers were dicks, and they were getting sucked but were also moving, exploring, feeling the ridges of her teeth and the strength of her tongue. It really brought home the fact that he wasn't human any more, and his actual cock throbbed and swayed in his lap.
"Fuck the party," he groaned, "I want you."
Her hand wrapped around his shaft, strength against strength, each stroke banishing more of the vestiges of humanity from their bodies. Thad could tell by the tightness of his balls that he was close, and flicked his tongue across Charlie's trunktip while his hand slid down her belly to find her crotch again.
A rap on the steamed-up window made them both jump, and Thad guiltily crossed his legs—as though that could hide the thick member that seemed to have a mind of its own—before swiping away some of the condensation. A black and white striped muzzle peered back, before splitting into a horse-toothed grin.
"Hey Kades, I thought it was you!" the zebra shouted through the glass. Thad was at a loss, then suddenly found himself remembering who this was...and, more interestingly, who she had been.
As he rolled down the window, he examined the muscular female zebra who stood next to the car, wearing a blue and silver sweater over the yoga pants that did nothing to hide her sizable rump. This had been, he knew, human male Jesse Johnson...and was now Jessie Johnson. Another zebra lurked in the gloom behind her: Jesse's wife Shirl. "Hey ladies, it's been so long since I saw you," he said without quite knowing why.
Jessie brayed with laughter, and even dour Shirl snorted a giggle. "You say that every day, like we don't practically share a desk or something." And in a flash, he knew she was right: Thad had a momentary vision of a cramped office paneled in knotty pine and papered with bills and invoices, with two tiny desks, an oversized chair that knew the curves of his rump like a lover, and one of those ergonomic kneeling chairs that made Jessie's rump stick out even more provocatively than it normally did.
"You're a hoot, Thad. I see you two were trying to get the party started without us, and I can't say as I blame you," she leered exaggeratedly through the open window at Charlie's sweater-filling bust and bare lower half. "But it'll be warmer, and less cramped, inside, and I've heard it's an open bar."
"That's why I'm here," piped up Shirl, licking her lips.
"See you two inside, I hope," Jessie said, giving the roof of Thad's hatchback an affectionate pat. It wasn't until the two zebresses were sashaying away that Thad realized he'd never seen Jessie the zebra before—nor Jesse the human, for that matter—let alone ever been in the office that had filled his mind's eye so vividly.
"That was...interesting," Charlie said with a confused grin. "But she's got a point: if we keep going I'm liable to end up with your parking brake somewhere it shouldn't be." She glanced into the back seat. "Hey, did you know there's still stuff in those boxes?"
Sure enough, while the discarded zipper seemed to have vanished, the two formerly-empty garment boxes now had dark and formless shapes in them. Exiting the car, making the suspension creak in protest and shedding scraps of grey fabric from their bare lower halves, Thad and Charlie investigated, gravel crunching beneath the pads of their feet. A note was sticking out of one box.
"Put these on when you get to the party," Thad read. "I was sure these were empty before we left...there's jeans, and boots, and a...flask?"
Charlie grabbed the box from his hands, replacing it with the one she'd been investigating. "I'm pretty sure those are mine, unless you've started wearing BigBooty brand stretch jeans...how do I know that?"
Thad checked the new box, finding two less-scuffed boots and a pair of khaki cargo pants that had been torn off below the knees. Charlie looked at him, one eyebrow quirked over her amber-colored eyes, as he held them up: "Really? You couldn't wear a better pair to our company's Christmas party?"
"It's the best pair I own...hey, wait, our company?" Looking up past the car's roof for the first time, Thad realized that they weren't in front of some posh winery or upscale hotel. The gravel parking lot was half-full of beat-up old cars—not one of which was electric or even a hybrid—and the building they were all here for was a converted warehouse. A flickering neon sign said simply: Liquid Courage. "I don't think I work for my tech company any more...." A glance down at the note in the costume boxes confirmed that the party was for "Hank's A+ Auto—a family company."
Shrugging off the weirdness, they got dressed, struggling to fit into their pants—Charlie because of her prodigious rump and overhanging belly, Thad because of his own gut and recalcitrant bulge. Then they brushed off any clinging gravel and slid their feet into their shoes, obviously designed with the thick ankles and short foot of pachyderms in mind. "It's so strange to be freeballing...well, you know what I mean, and no socks neither," Charlie remarked, "but I didn't see any in either box, and it feels...I dunno, right, I guess."
Thad reached out to grope his friend's ass, but found his fingers stopped by a hard rectangle. "It's a bar...and you brought your flask?"
"Hey, babe, free booze is free booze. And I figured I might get something fancy to fill it up with. And you've been having more than your fair share of 'little nips' at work anyways."
"Can I help it if my beautiful wife takes frequent breaks to make out with me, and then leaves her flask on my desk while she talks to...I just called you my wife."
"That does explain why we've got matching rings," Charlie said, matter-of-factly, holding up her hand to reveal the thick and well-worn metal band around her finger. "I don't even remember putting it on."
"Me neither. Do you care?”
"Nope," Charlie sealed the deal by wrapping her trunk around Thad's and pulling his tip up to her lips for a sultry lick.
"Fuck babe, are you trying to make me bust out of these pants?"
"Maybe..."
But by now they'd reached the door, and found the party in full swing: it seemed that they were the last ones to arrive, as there were empty glasses on tables and a warm fug of animalistic sweat hung in the air. Charlie bellied up to the bar to grab their first round of drinks, and Thad picked one of the drier tables.
As he looked around the room, Thad realized that he knew these people, who they were and who they'd been, certain that they'd received the same sort of cursed costume as him and his wife. It still feels weird to call her that, but there's no denying that's who she is.
Everyone was wearing tacky sweaters, but otherwise seemed to be in their street clothes; the fanciest-dressed person was the bartender, a fat hippo in a vest and matching tie, with a familiar-looking blond pompadour. Squinting, Thad could see that his name tag said "Roger." It can't be, he thought, wondering about his husband Roger's appointment, and his blond hair that was always perfectly coiffed. But when the hippo glanced his way, the familiar blue eyes merely smiled professionally and he returned to his work filling glasses for Charlie. The ring around his finger felt heavier, as did the swelling half-erection in his pants.
Desperate for a little distraction, Thad turned his attention back to the other party-goers. Jessie and Shirl Johnson were shaking their striped tails by the jukebox, of course, and so, surprisingly, were a pair of lions. Grey liberally streaking the brown of their manes, Hank Abawi—the eponymous owner of the auto repair shop—was busting a move with his husband Al. Formerly Alice, a voice in Thad's head explained. Still, seeing them make out passionately between songs left no doubt as to the improvement to their love life.
Another couple changed by their costumes were Sanjay and Victoria. Formerly Sarah and Victor, the gender-swapped giraffe couple was busy necking and using their tongues to scoop cherries from the bar whenever Roger wasn't looking. And speaking of looking, Sanjay keeps staring at my wife's sweater, Thad thought, biting his lip. The giraffes were only half a foot or so taller than Charlie, but liked the thought of such a tall and slender mechanic showing her a good time. And I could show Vicky just how useful a trunk can be. And speaking of mechanics, I bet Lennox and Maddie wouldn't mind a bit of tag teaming either. The two gorillas were both mechanics, and it was all too easy to envision a Charlie sandwich with them as the sweaty, black-haired bread.
Thad was so lost in the mental images of his coworkers having fun with his wife that he didn't even realize Maddie had been talking to Charlie until the two kissed and parted. "Hey, honey, sorry it took so long. The bartender kept getting distracted." She lowered her voice to a stage whisper: "Maddie says her husband was under the bar and doing the distracting."
"That poor hippo. I can just picture Lennox now, all hands and lips...I'm surprised Roger can still stand!" While he was talking to her, Thad found his fingers idly fishing in a pocket of his cargo pants. He pulled out a battered packet of cigarettes and a well-used lighter; always a gentleman when it mattered, he offered one to his wife, then lit his own, all the while marveling at how his opinion on that particular vice had completely flipped...along with pretty much everything else in his life.
So they drank, and smoked, and shifted tables to be closer to the rest of their coworkers. Surprising himself, Thad even got up and danced a little—mostly just swaying his hips to the beat of some rockabilly version of a Christmas song—both with his wife and with other partygoers. Jessie was particularly enthusiastic, and Thad couldn't help admiring the way her equine rump wobbled; But no-one's got boobs like Charlie's, he thought with a proud smile and a glance over to where the elephant was swaying in their boss's embrace, his mane brushing across her ear and neck as he leaned in close to whisper something. Judging from the subtle pink that glowed across her cheeks, it was clearly nothing innocent.
As he watched, she whispered something back, then used her trunk to give him a kiss on the cheek. Seeing her slip from Hank's embrace, Thad bowed to Jessie—making her snort with laughter at his over-exaggerated gentility—and stepped aside to meet his wife. "Hey honey, it's...getting a little warm in here. Whaddaya say we step out back for some...air," she breathed, face flushed from more than just the couple of drinks they'd had.
"Anything you want, babe." Thad said, gallantly taking her arm and leading her towards the rear of the bar. Jessie and Hank, he noticed, wasted no time in finding one another for the next song; though, if his knowledge of dance steps was accurate, the zebra was taking the lead.
The two elephants had barely slipped through the back door when Charlie was all over Thad, her trunk arching high so her mouth had access to kiss his face, his trunk, his neck, while her hands worked to slip beneath the Christmas sweater that fit so snugly around his gut. "Nnfh, babe, slow down: I don't think there's any spares in those boxes, and I'd hate to have to drive home naked."
"Don't tempt me! Just help me get your pants off and we'll go from there."
Eschewing button and zipper, Thad managed to suck in his various parts enough to slide the cargo pants down, leaving them on the gravel as he stepped closer to his wife. She'd found a perch on a crate—Thad could see part of the logo of a cheep beer brand behind her waving legs—that put her hips at just the right height. She had also removed her own pants, and Thad's trunk easily picked out the scent of her arousal in the cold night air.
Suddenly there was a sound behind him, but before he could turn around Charlie's trunk had reached out to stroke along the underside of his, making Thad shudder pleasantly. "I invited a few of our friends to join us," she purred, eyes half-lidded, "a little Christmas treat for everyone." She dropped her trunk down to rub along the side of his shaft.
"You know me too well," he whispered, blushing, as he stepped back. After a moment of tipsy chuckles and the rustle of shucked pants, a line of co-workers and their spouses had queued up in the alley behind the bar. Gravel crunched as boots and shoes shuffled, and there were low moans as the men waiting helped one another keep horny.
But first in line was a familiar striped mane and flagging ears. Jesse had dropped to her knees in front of Charlie, not even bothering to remove her yoga pants before she buried her muzzle between the elephant's thighs. Plump black lips kissed plump grey ones as the zebra worked her tongue into Charlie's pussy and worked her fingers into her own. "Imagine what Shirl would say if she saw you right now," Charlie teased.
Jessie pulled back long enough to quip: "Like she's got room to talk! I know she's necking with Victoria, and as soon as I'm done warming you up for them, I'm going to go back and join them—isn't that right Sanjay?" The giraffe further back in line blushed and moaned a little, obviously keen on the mental image of his wife in a threesome with two beautiful zebresses.
Given how eager and horny they all were, Thad couldn't help but wonder if Roger had slipped a little roofie into each of the drinks he'd made, catnipping the whole party, but the elephant didn't feel roofied. He was just really hot and bothered at the line of men who were hot and bothered for his wife.
Speaking of which, Jessie must have deemed Charlie's pussy sufficiently warmed up, because she stood and turned to the waiting queue. "She's all yours fellas!" The elephant's trunk was flopped to one side, her mouth panting, eyes staring at nothing as she recovered from the zebra's expert ministrations, gulping pussy beckoning the first comer. Fittingly, Hank stepped up and slid his modest length into his employee.
Jessie, meanwhile, sauntered across the alley to Thad, pulling him close before he could react. Her kiss was wet and full of tongue, suffused with his wife's taste—alien and yet familiar. Part of him was shouting that this was his first kiss with a woman, his first taste of elephant vagina, and part of him knew that this was totally normal, and returned the kiss in kind, gently curling his trunk around Jessie's head. "Ok, ok big fella, save it for the big guy." With a tantalizing grope of his shaft, she pulled away and pranced back into the bar and her own "girls night" tryst.
Thad couldn't help but wonder who the big guy she meant was. The hippo bartender was big—and given his role in their previous realities, it would make sense—but he was nowhere to be seen. For all Thad knew, Roger was still manning the bar, or had fallen into the sapphic embraces of Jessie's little cluster.
His question was answered as a fluffy mane—only slightly matted by sweat—hove into view. Hank Abawi had finished fucking Charlie, and had given up his spot for his own husband Al, who was already balls-deep and snarling. "Merry merry," he grinned lopsidedly, leaning close and planting a smooch on Thad's trunk. Obligingly, Thad lifted his trunk and pulled his boss in for an embrace. The smell of Charlie was potent, even under the tang of lion musk, and each breath was like fire in the elephant's brain.
Before they could do more than make out, however, Al had finished with a roar and was standing beside his husband, whispering something in the big cat's ear that made his eyes roll back in his head. In a twinkling the two lions had skedaddled back inside, holding hands and looking like a frisky pair of cubs. Indeed, the comparison was rather apt: Thad and Charlie, in addition to losing their humanity and former lives, had packed on years like the pounds of muscle and fat. They'd been in their thirties, and now, he knew, were both fifty; even Hank was only in his early forties, if Thad remembered the last birthday party right.
There was something so delicious about that, about feeling the ache of two extra decades in his joints, seeing it in the unfocused vision outside the rims of his glasses. Being elephants made it less of a big deal than it might have been if they were humans or some other short-lived race, but the difference added a flavor of...not quite desperation but...
And then a vision flashed before his eyes, obscuring the brickwork and gravel of the alley, warming the midnight air into close stuffiness. There was a soda in his hand—his human hand—and he was standing in a corner. The costume's sweater was hot and itchy, and the trunk's elastic band dug into his cheeks, and the elephant-ears-on-a-headband kept slipping backwards. Around him were other people in various costumes: a robot, an angel, a 90s rock star, a reindeer. People he recognized from their little webcam images were now large as life and either too tall or too short, and all too real.
Thad backed into his corner, sucking down lukewarm coke, afraid of drinking anything stronger and saying something regrettable, lingering next to a very-human Roger and waiting for someone else to leave first so they could make their exit too.
Soft, merciful heat brought him back to his senses, wrapped in softness and strength. Thad blinked and found himself staring into brown eyes that seemed to glow like a bottle of whiskey. Thick fingers with skin like tanned hides were stroking the underside of his trunk and running down his belly. "Welcome back, handsome," purred a familiar husky voice.
Still shaking off the horrors of the awkward human party, the alternate reality that thankfully was not to be, it took the elephant a minute to gather his wits, and in that moment the leather glove hands latched onto his cock, squeezing it back to full firmness and sliding a warm wet velvet purse around it. No, that's no purse... His eyes focused and he saw the alley again, empty apart from the giraffe sprawled on the ground with lolling tongue and drooling cock, Thad's wife spotlit by a security lamp, the shaggy black form of a gorilla hunching into her, and the figure currently impaling herself on Charlie's husband's dick. My dick...
"Hey, Maddie. Enjoying the ride?" He grumbled lewdly, giving his hips a buck for good measure. "How 'bout you, Len? Charlie keeping you nice and warm?" he hollered to the other pair.
"You want me to make some lame joke about 'stuffing her stocking,' or something? You of all people should know I don't go in for that kinda lame porno talk. Besides," Lennox added with a fanged grin, "with as deep as she is, it's more like a chimney."
"Ho, ho, ho," moaned Charlie, obviously having visions of low-hanging and sweaty sugar plums and hot-throbbing candy canes.
"Joke all you want, but I'm trying to accommodate the big guy and you're not helping," Maddie joshed, reaching across the narrow space to give her husband a sock on his shaggy shoulder.
"Yes darling," the silverback replied, but his grin didn't fade as he turned his attention back to the elephant before him, his beer can of a cock giving her a good stretch after their longer- and thinner-shafted coworkers.
Maddie, meanwhile, was only able to take the first couple of inches of Thad's own cock, but he used its flexibility to make those inches count and she lifted one bare foot to stroke the remaining length. Her kiss tasted like the daiquiri she'd been drinking, strawberry-sweet with the underlying punch of coconut rum. Feeling a bit like a jungle gym as she clambered and contorted atop him made the situation no less spicy. Using his trunk to fondle the saggy grey skin of her breasts seemed to push the right buttons for her, and she slipped a few inches further down on Thad's cock. Lennox too seemed to be getting close, his hooting a low and deep rumble that his wife soon echoed.
Before long, both elephant-gorilla pairings had reached their climax and were panting in the relative silence of a downtown night.
"I don't know about you boys," Charlie grunted, hefting herself up onto her elbows, "but I could use another drink."
The party had wound down after that: it was plenty late and everyone was spent. And while there were goodbye kisses and holiday farewells, the best part was knowing that come Monday they’d all be back to work, having lunchtime trysts in the car shop office, ogling the other customers. Normal.
Charlie and Thad had agreed that they both needed some real food, "after nothing but dick and booze," so they stopped at a grungy all-night Mexican place—little more than a shack in the middle of a parking lot—before setting the GPS to "home."
The sleazy downtown apartments they arrived at had the same frisson of alien and familiar, but their weary feet carried them to a door on the ground floor, and the key in Thad's pocket opened the lock, so without much more thought they shed their clothes, leaving them in a sweaty pile on the floor, and lugged the take-out bag to the beat-up couch in front of a second-hand big screen.
There's nothing like sitting your bare ass on cool leather after a long day, Thad thought as he shoveled a handful of nachos into his mouth, using his trunk to hold a beer bottle by the neck, ready to wash it down. Charlie was doing the same while some monster truck rally replay covered them with shifting lights. They both laughed when the Mammoth Masher hit a more-resilient hatchback and bounced hard, flipping midair to land squarely on all four tires.
Looking over at his wife, Thad noticed that her exuberance had caused a glop of sour cream to land square on her left breast. So, like the dutiful husband he was, he leaned down and licked her clean. But of course once he'd begun he couldn't stop, and his mouth found the thick firmness of her nipple. Dinner forgotten, Charlie leaned back on the armrest and opened herself to Thad.
They went slow, tired after the evening's exertions, full of booze and cheap Mexican, savoring the familiar sensations of wrinkly grey skin and hefty weight. "Merry Christmas, honey," Charlie moaned, her eyes lidded and her voice soft.
" Merry—nngh—Christmas, babe," he grunted as his cock wormed its way inside her. He thought of all the other men (and naturally a couple of gals), their friends and coworkers, who had had their way with his wife, and the slide show of mental images brought his arousal up to full throttle. It was easy to change the venue in his mind: instead of an alley behind a bar, the gorilla and giraffe and lions were fucking Charlie in the repair bay, with tools scattered around and the scent of motor oil in the air. He knew he'd be thinking of that all day, come Monday, when he was sitting in the shop's little pine-paneled office, the one he shared with Jessie, knowing full well that the smell of aroused zebress would be there too. Not for the first time, Thad marveled that—with as horny as they all were for one another—it was a miracle that any work got done at Hank's A+ Auto.
Then Charlie pulled him close for a kiss. He could taste the nacho cheese on her tongue, just as he was sure she could taste the sour cream on his...and possibly even the flavor of gorilla mechanics. Without much more coaxing, he added his own seed to the flood he pictured sloshing around inside her, trying not to trumpet his orgasm. He failed, and got angry knocking on the walls for his reward.
But neither elephant cared. The couch creaked beneath them as they relaxed further, slipping into a doze. They'd wake up eventually, enough to turn off the TV and shuffle to bed, but not for a few hours. It was Christmas, after all.
Comments:
(Dec 30, 2021 03:02 AM) somethingorwhatever:
Amazing reality warp! <3
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