Day Two
Kiran was still catching his breath under the shower spray when Fern shut the water off and handed him a thick towel.
The fennec’s eyes were glowing brighter than usual.
“Today,” Fern said softly, “we’re going to try something new.”
He led Kiran back to the bedroom and had him sit on the edge of the bed. Fern climbed into his lap, straddling him, and pressed their foreheads together.
“Close your eyes.”
Kiran obeyed.
A sudden rush of vertigo hit him, like the world flipped upside down and then snapped back into place.
When he opened his eyes again, everything was… wrong.
He was looking up at his own face.
His own orange-and-white muzzle, his own sharp ears, his own amber eyes staring back at him with a mischievous little smirk.
“Oh… fuck,” Kiran whispered, except the voice that came out was Fern’s. Higher, softer, with that slight fennec lilt.
He looked down.
Smaller body. Sandy fur. Huge ears. A much smaller, pinker cock already sliding out of its sheath.
He was in Fern’s body.
And Fern, now wearing Kiran’s red fox body, was grinning down at him with pure delight.
“Surprise,” Fern purred, using Kiran’s own voice. It sounded strange hearing it from the outside. “How does it feel to be the little one for once?”
"I'm always the little one, you were just even smaller... what the... so I'm just... you now?"
Kiran’s new paws trembled as he touched his own chest, no, Fern’s chest, feeling the softer, sleeker fur. His ears twitched involuntarily, huge and sensitive. Everything felt lighter. Smaller. More delicate.
Holy shit… this is me? he thought, staring at the body he was now controlling. I look so… small. So fucking cute.
Fern (in Kiran’s body) leaned in and kissed him deeply, tongue sliding into his mouth. Kiran moaned into it, the sound high and needy in Fern’s voice.
“On your back, pretty fox,” Fern ordered, gently pushing him down.
Kiran lay back, ears splayed wide against the pillow, and it was difficult to remember them when moving. Fern crawled between his spread thighs and took the smaller pink cock into his mouth without hesitation.
The sensation was overwhelming.
Kiran’s new body was incredibly sensitive. Every flick of Fern’s tongue sent sparks shooting through him. He could feel his own original body sucking him, the warm, wet heat, the perfect suction, the way his own tongue swirled around the head.
That’s… me, he thought, dazed. That’s my mouth on my cock right now. My tongue. My spit dripping down my own shaft. Wow, I give pretty good head...
He stared down at the sight: his own red fox body between his legs, ears perked, eyes glowing with lust as it sucked him off. It was the filthiest, most surreal thing he’d ever experienced.
“Fuck… look at me,” Kiran breathed, voice shaking in Fern’s higher register. “I look so desperate when I’m sucking cock… my ears keep twitching like that? God, I look like such a needy little… well... you know...”
Fern pulled off and grinned up at him using Kiran’s own muzzle.
“You are a needy little slut,” he said, voice low and filthy. “Look how hard you get when you’re in my body. So cute and pink. So easy to please. Don't be ashamed of it, many would kill to have bodies like ours and to have someone to share them with.”
He sucked Kiran down again, taking him to the hilt, and Kiran’s hips bucked involuntarily. The pleasure was sharp and overwhelming in this smaller frame.
My balls look so tight and smooth from this angle, Kiran thought, mind spinning. My cock looks so pretty disappearing into my own mouth… I never knew I looked like this when I was blowing someone.
Fern pulled off again and crawled up his body, kissing him messily.
“Your turn,” he whispered against Kiran’s lips. “Suck your own cock, little fox. Taste yourself on my tongue.”
Kiran didn’t hesitate.
He pushed Fern (in his own body) onto his back and eagerly took his original cock into his mouth. The taste was familiar and strange at the same time, salty-sweet fox pre, the weight of his own shaft on his tongue. He sucked eagerly, moaning around it, ears flicking wildly.
This is insane, he thought, lost in the sensation. I’m sucking my own dick… and I look so fucking hot doing it. My own eyes are watching me. My own cock is throbbing in my mouth.
Fern groaned in Kiran’s voice, paw gently petting his huge ears.
“That’s it… good boy. Suck that pretty fox cock. You look so perfect like this, my little fennec body worshipping your own dick. Love yourself nice and greedy for me, okay?”
Kiran whimpered around his own length, sucking harder.
Fern’s dirty talk continued, low and filthy.
“Look at you… so eager to taste yourself. You love this body, don’t you? Love how small and tight it is. Love how sensitive your little cock is right now.”
After several long minutes of eager sucking, Fern pulled him off gently and flipped them again.
“Enough teasing,” he growled, voice thick with Kiran’s deeper tone. “I want you to fuck yourself.”
Kiran’s heart slammed against his ribs as Fern rolled onto his stomach and lifted his tail high, presenting Kiran’s own sleek red fox ass.
Kiran stared, mesmerized.
That’s my hole… my tail… my perfect little ass. Like I've never seen it before. Damn I'm making myself leak! No wonder Farren liked me all over him.
He climbed on top, lined up Fern’s smaller cock, and pushed inside.
The sensation was electric.
He was fucking his own body.
Tight, velvety heat gripped him as he sank in. His own hole fluttered and clenched around Fern’s cock, milking him with every inch.
“Oh my god…” Kiran whimpered, voice high and broken in Fern’s body. “It’s so tight… I feel so good inside myself…”
Fern moaned loudly, pushing back against him.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck your own greedy hole. Look how well you take it. Such a perfect little slut.”
Kiran started thrusting harder, lost in the surreal pleasure of watching his own body get fucked by Fern’s smaller frame. His huge ears flopped with every thrust. His mind spun with filthy, overwhelming thoughts.
I look so hot getting fucked… my tail is twitching like crazy… my hole looks so pink and stretched around my own cock…
Fern kept praising him the entire time, voice rough and filthy in Kiran’s own timbre.
“Harder, pet. Pound that ass. Feel how wet and sloppy you get when you’re being used? That’s you. That’s your perfect little fox hole.”
Kiran fucked himself senseless, moaning and whimpering, completely lost in the filthy, mind-bending experience of experiencing his own body from the outside.
This is me, he thought, lost in filthy wonder. This is what my hole feels like when it’s getting fucked. So warm… so soft… it keeps hugging me like it doesn’t want to let go.
He picked up speed, hips snapping harder. The wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into his own body filled the room. Fern’s dirty talk only made it worse.
“Look at you,” Fern groaned in Kiran’s deeper voice. “Pounding your own ass like a desperate little slut. You love this, don’t you? Love feeling how tight and perfect your hole is.”
Kiran’s smaller cock started to swell at the base. A knot was forming.
“Oh shit… I’m gonna knot myself…” he gasped.
“Do it,” Fern growled. “Lock that pretty fox cunt on your own knot.”
Kiran slammed in deep. The knot popped past his own rim with a wet, audible stretch. His eyes rolled back as the bulb swelled inside his own body, locking them together.
The orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.
Thick, powerful streams of cum erupted from Fern’s cock, long, forceful arcs that flooded deep into his own hole. But because he was in Fern’s body, the sensation was completely different. He kept cumming, pulse after heavy pulse, the knot throbbing and pulsing as it trapped every drop inside.
At the same moment, the Kiran body (controlled by Fern) came hands-free.
Long, luxurious streams of fox cum shot across the sheets in rhythmic, powerful arcs, not quick spurts, but slow, continuous jets that lasted for seconds at a time. Each powerful contraction made Kiran’s own hole clamp down hard around the knot in slow, deliberate squeezes. The clenches felt like warm, bubbly liquid rippling and tickling from the inside, a hugging, massaging warmth that milked the knot with every long, luxurious pulse.
Kiran (in Fern’s body) cried out as the feeling pushed him into another orgasm while still locked inside himself. His smaller cock throbbed violently, pumping even more cum deep into his own guts.
“Fuck, I’m cumming inside myself again,” he whimpered, voice high and broken. “It feels so good… my hole is squeezing me so perfectly… it’s hugging me from the inside…”
The dual sensations were overwhelming, his own body clenching and milking the knot in those long, slow, bubbly squeezes while he kept flooding it with cum. The warmth, the pressure, the way his own prostate throbbed against the knot… it was too much.
Fern (still in Kiran’s body) moaned loudly, the long fox streams still shooting out in thick, glistening arcs. “That’s it… feel how your body loves being knotted. Feel how it milks you. You’re such a perfect little cumdump, even when you’re the one doing the fucking.”
They stayed locked together for long, shuddering minutes, bodies trembling, cum still leaking and pulsing between them.
Then Fern whispered the reversal spell.
The world flipped again.
Kiran suddenly felt huge. Heavy. His own body again.
But the knot was still buried deep inside him.
The switch while still tied together was jarring as hell. One second he was small and delicate, fucking his own hole. The next he was back in his larger fox body, stretched wide around a still-swollen knot, cum sloshing deep inside him.
Kiran gasped sharply, eyes wide. “Holy shit...”
Fern (back in his own fennec body) let out a soft, satisfied laugh and nuzzled against his neck.
“Welcome back, pet.”
Kiran could only whimper, hole still fluttering and clenching around the knot as the last weak spurts of cum leaked out of him.
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