Finn quickly typed in, 'Dylan only want to be fucked by me,' into the Chronivac. He watched as the green bar filled up and then disappear. However, Dylan was still coming down the stairs.
"There's you are," a smiled filled his face as his cock hardened even more. "You look so cute in that hat," he said.
"Thanks..." Finn said as he pressed his back against the wall.
"Don't be like that," Dylan smiled as he still approached. Each step echoed off the empty locker room. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Uh-huh," Finn nodded. He pushed his back harder against the wall as though he could just merge with it.
"Really? Afta all this time we been togetha, you go an' think I wanna do somethin bad to ya," Dylan's horse face frowned. "Look. We can talk bout datin later, but right now all I want is for you to fuck me. Okay?"
Finn felt a sigh of relief spill out of his body. "Really?"
"Really."
One of Dylan's large hoof hands slammed against the wall directly over Finn's shoulder. The large horse face was just mere inches away from the fox's. He pressed his lips against Finn's. Slowly, Finn gave into the kiss, feeling the other man's tongue roll around his mouth. Dylan's large hands gently ran down Finn's body while Finn did the same to his. Except Finn was making sure to feel each and every one of the horse's powerful muscles. He couldn't believe how strong of a creature Dylan could be.
Or dexterous as Dylan swiped the phone of Finn's pocket. "Sorry love. But I can't get you out of my mind." He opened it up and started typing.
It took Finn a few seconds to realize what was going on. His body was still turned on and the strong taste of the other man still filled his mouth. "Wait... Wait! What are you changing?" Finn demanded. He rushed to stop the horse, only to see the green loading bar to start filling up again.
"Don't worry bud. Nothin' you won't like," Dylan handed Finn back his phone and leaned down to give him a peck on the cheek.
"Wait... What?" Finn stared in disbelief as Dylan's body began to change. It was small at first. Just pieces of his fur were turning to a seafoam green color. But then Finn gave the large bicep a squeeze, however it wasn't solid as it had been just moments before. Instead, it felt like a soft malleable plastic. Stranger still was how he was shrinking. He barely had to bend over at all to look Finn in the eyes.
Dylan only smiled as he continued to shrink. Even his clothes were starting to turn to the same soft green color. But that's when his body bent completely downwards as though Dyal was trying to touch his toes. Any gaps in his body started to close up as he became a more solid object. Everywhere but where his asshole would have been.
Finn watched in curiosity as the object stood just a few inches away from him. It was a tall tube with just a hole in the top of it. Finn felt his cock twitch with excitement. "No way..." he muttered as he looked at the device. A devious smirk filled his face as he felt distinct memories from this very specific object. Finn looked back at the stairs. No one was coming. And based off the sound of the whistle, it'd still be a while. He dropped his shorts and grabbed Dylan.
He gently pressed the hole up against the tip of his cock. The hole opened for him. "Holy shit..." Finn pressed in feeling dozens of small tendrils rubbing against his cock. Each one knowing exactly where to press, giving him the most amount of pleasure. His knees went weak, and he fell into the locker. "No way Dylan. This is too--"
Finn wasn't able to finish the praise as the massage only got better. Sensing the praise, Dylan must have wanted to outshine himself and was only met with a joyous groan as Finn's face slid against the locker and his body fell to the floor. Finn was having trouble keeping pace as his body was in too much bliss to properly raise and lower the sleeve against his cock. "Oh God," he cried out as his balls unloaded into Dylan.
"Oh fuck... Fuck..." Finn breathed as he tried to calm himself back down. It was near impossible as the remnants of the orgasm still clung to his brain. Nor did it help feeling Dylan's tendrils still massage his cock. "Jesus man..." Finn slid the device off his cock. "That wasn't exactly what I meant, but I sure as hell ain't complaining..." A strange sensation ran through Finn's hand at the compliment. He could almost feel like Dylan was proud of a job well done. "Hmmm? You like that?" The same sensation ran through him. "I guess that makes sense. But I guess I need to clean you."
Finn looked inside only to find nothing there. "Self cleaning too? Wow, you're impressive." Finn grabbed his phone and saw the time. "Shit. We gotta go," he struggled to get on his shorts and then picked up his phone and Dylan. Then rushed out of the locker room, heading to his car to go home.