"I wish my tailbone would unfuse," he murmured.
Ever since Steve was a kid he'd always wondered what it would be like to have a tail. It was probably Disney's Pinocchio that did it. Seeing Lampwick blast a donkey tail through his pants (fucking erotic if you run the DVD scene frame by frame!) and Pinocchio do the same shortly afterwards, had had a lasting (and horny!) effect on him. If this ointment was magical (BIG if, but what the heck!), why not use it to satisfy his secret desire and do a bit of tail-sprouting of his own?
Yeah, why not.
"I wish my tailbone would unfuse," he repeated, knowing that this had to be the first stage of any tail growth. The human coccyx, fused, rigid and concealed, doesn't resemble any kind of tail.
But nothing happened.
Disappointed, Steve glanced down at the bottle, and the oily residue on his forefinger. Then realization dawned.
He'd rubbed the stuff on his neck! What use was that?
Grinning sheepishly, he tipped out some more of the salve -- on his middle finger this time. Then, placing the bottle on his bedside table, he pulled out the back of his white cotton boxers and pressed his oiled-up digit to the cleft of his ass.
Toying briefly with the fuzz of soft hair there, he worked his finger down and inwards, digging deep into the crack of his butt until he found the line of his tailbone. Then, rubbing the fused vertebrae up and down, he massaged in the curious salve.
Slowly, he said the words again.
"I wish my tailbone would unfuse -- and then grow some," he added.
That should do it.
Hitching up his boxers snug round his balls, Steve wiped his finger on a nearby towel and waited to see what happened.