In the little mountain village of Andeha, everyone was born with a unique special talent. Mynhe was the youngest child of a family of five born in this village. His eldest brother could summon rainclouds at will, to nourish crops. His second-eldest brother could see for miles with eyes sharper than that of an eagle, and could warn of oncoming dangers. His sister, the third child, had the power to command animals, and could bring close prey while warding off pests. His closest brother had great strength and could reshape the mountain with his bare hands.
Other families had similar gifts, and contributed to the village in their own ways, lifting materials with their minds or healing illnesses or blowing fire or ice with their breaths.
Mynhe was born a shapeshifter.
He could take the form of any living animal, including other people. There was rarely call for that, however; most often he found himself being helpful by becoming an ox, big and strong enough to pull a plow, or a mouse to fit into tiny spaces and retrieve dropped objects, or a bird, to fly high and look for a child that had gotten lost.
When he finally hit puberty, however, his shapeshifting became... confusing.
He had often found himself looking at animals, and considering whether he should become them, what it would be like, especially when he saw them performing some new behavior he had never considered. Often, this thought was immediately followed by him trying it out: it was how he had learned to hunt as a fox, how he had come to know the best way to dig a burrow or how to peck away the bark from a tree.
One day, however, he spied one of the family oxen mounting a cow out in the fields, and his first thought had been—why not me? He had already started to transform his hands into hooves before he stopped himself. His face was aflame; he wasn’t even certain whether he had intended to transform into the bull or the cow. He hastily left the field, embarrassment tightening his muscles and making him feel hot all over.
But this encounter was only the beginning. As he began to reach an age of considering such things, Mynhe became more and more aware of the... activities of the animals and of the people around him. Eventually, curious and filled with shame, he even found himself turning into small birds and mice in order to spy upon those in the village, visiting their houses when they thought they were alone and watching their private moments.
When he tried to casually bring up the subject of sex with his closest brother, Anjin, the boy merely laughed at him. “Ah, don’t worry about it kid,” he’d said. “You gotta do things in the proper order! Wait until you set eyes on a girl you like. Then I’ll be happy to talk you through how to approach her!”
But Mynhe didn’t want to wait. He became more and more curious. By the time he was fourteen, his spying had become a regular activity. He touched himself at night in his room imagining the couples he’d seen, and the acts they’d done together. It was getting to the point where he was seriously reconsidering turning into an ox in the field and seeing what the cows would let him get away with.
The thought both terrified and thrilled him. But he was far more curious about what he might be able to do with another person. Unfortunately, none of the girls his age in the village seemed to have any particular interest in him. And he couldn’t very well go impersonating someone older; the village was small and an imposter or stranger would be recognized in an instant.
And so, when Mynhe heard that two of his brothers were going to be traveling down to the city at the foot of the mountain for the village’s monthly supply run, he leapt at the opportunity.
“Can I go with you?” he pleaded with Dakar, his second-eldest brother, barely containing his excitement. “Please please please? I’ve only ever gotten to see the city twice, and I really want to take a look around now that I’m old enough! Please?”
Dakar laughed at him and ruffled his hair. “I suppose, if you promise to be good and not make trouble. If mom and dad say it’s okay. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra donkey available if the cart gets stuck, I suppose.”
And so, after much pleading with his parents and a promise to keep his abilities hidden while in the city, Mynhe traveled down the mountainside with his brothers.
The city was noisy and bustling, despite the fact that it was already beginning to grow dark by the time they arrived. Mynhe couldn’t stop his head from turning every which way as their cart bumped and jostled its way across the road, dazzled by the neon signs beginning to light up all around them. The garish colors sparkled off the wet stones of the street, glittering and melding as they vied for his attention.
When they finally stopped in front of the inn where they’d be staying the night, Mynhe leapt off the cart immediately, his gaze still darting around in awe. “Can I go?” he asked his brother. “Can I go explore?”
His brother laughed indulgently. “Alright, alright. Just be back here before it gets too late, okay? We’ll need to buy the supplies in the morning and load them up, so you’ll need a good night’s rest.”
“I will, I promise!” Mynhe shouted, even as he was already running off down the nearest street.
Once he was sure he was out of sight of his brothers, Mynhe glanced around carefully to make sure no one was watching him and ducked into the closest alley. There he closed his eyes and focused.
He imagined what he would look like when he was older; skin still copper and smooth, but now covering a larger form, filled out and muscular, his wavy dark hair complimenting a large luxurious mustache on his face. As he brought the image to his mind, he felt his body responding to his desires and changing, bringing his vision to reality.
A foot and a half taller and generously proportioned, a new, older Mynhe strode back out the alley and towards the closest bar, its neon sign advertising a frothing mug of beer.
The interior of the place was small and dingy, the smell of cigarette smoke thick in the air. Old movie posters and autographed headshots covered the walls amidst larger signs advertising different varieties of alcohol, all of them equally faded by time and neglect. A pool table and a dartboard took up one corner, with several small tables and booths on the other side of the room. At the front of the establishment was the bar itself, with a tired-looking man behind the bar chatting idly with one of the patrons on a bar stool. The bartender looked up as Mynhe entered, but took little notice of him before returning to his conversation. Mynhe thrilled inside; he was getting away with it.
As he looked around, trying to decide what to do first, a woman emerged from a hallway to one side of the bar—the bathrooms, according to a sign on the wall—and headed for one of the bar stools. Behind her, a table of three scruffy-looking middle-aged men wolf-whistled, laughing amongst themselves.
From where he was, Mynhe could see the woman roll her eyes. She was certainly attractive, with a tall blond hairdo and a red dress that accentuated rather ample curves. She had the look of someone who was stopping here on the way to somewhere more glamorous. Or perhaps someone.
Swallowing and screwing up his courage, Mynhe sidled up to the bar and sat down on the stool next to her.
“Hey there gorgeous,” he said, trying to keep his voice as deep and sexy as possible. “Looking for a good time?”
The woman turned to him. Up close, he could see that her bright red lipstick matched her dress, and her skin was smooth and pale. She looked him up and down, apparently unimpressed. “I have my own plans, thanks,” she said coldly, turning back to the bar and waving at the bartender to get his attention.
“Aw, come on,” Mynhe tried. Maybe trying to be sexy wasn’t the best tactic. He didn’t have much experience beyond the jokes that his brothers sometimes made and the occasional telenovela that managed to come in over the village’s single tenuous television antennae. He cleared his throat. “Maybe we could just talk?” he tried. “You seem nice.” He knew he would probably be more convincing if he wasn’t staring down at her breasts, but he couldn’t stop himself. The whole point of this trek was to try a little... experimentation, after all.
“Leave me alone,” the woman said, more firmly.
“Please-” Mynhe started, desperately. He reached out and grabbed her arm for emphasis, but that was as far as he got before another hand caught his wrist. He looked up into the scowling face of the bartender.
“Excuse me,” said the man. “Are you harassing my patrons? We don’t take kindly to that here. The lady told you no.”
“Oh, I- uh-” Mynhe panicked, standing up abruptly from the bar stool. “No, no, it was- uh- excuse me.” Shamefaced, he retreated immediately, fleeing the bar to the safety of the silent alley beside it. For a few moments he just breathed, hyperventilating. Perhaps this was not his best plan. He didn’t know the first thing about talking to adult women, let alone convincing them to have sex with him.
Mynhe leaned his back against the brick wall of the bar, contemplating. Should he just go back to the inn? Find his brothers, and pretend none of this had ever happened? He couldn’t go back into the bar now, not like this.
Of course, he could always change his face and try again...
Mynhe hesitated as an idea occurred to him. The woman in the bar had shown little interest in any kind of flirtation, but... what about the men? The men at the table had whistled at the woman as she had passed. Surely if she had shown any interest in them, they would have eagerly accepted her advances...
Heart pounding, Mynhe closed his eyes and focused once more. His shoulders narrowed, hips widening. His chest swelled with ample breasts, bigger even than those of the woman at the bar. He softened his shape and let it curve, imagining the woman he’d just seen but exaggerating her features, making them rounder, plumper, more alluring. Once again he kept his own skin and hair color, but he did exaggerate the silkiness of his hair, the ample softness of its waves. He’d never been the best with clothes, but he did what he could to turn his pants into a short skirt, his shirt and poncho into a blouse and jacket.
Moments later, he stepped back out of the alley as an adult woman, and made his way back into the bar.
Trying his best not to let his nerves show, Mynhe walked up to the table of men that had whistled at the woman who had passed them earlier. The men were his parents' age, average-looking, with the sort of grizzled appearance common to many bar-flies, unshaven but not bearded, and nursing what were almost certainly not their first beers. Mynhe put on his best pleasant smile and allowed his eyes to drop half-lidded. “Hi there,” he said, making his voice deep and smokey.
The men’s attention focused on him immediately. They looked him up and down in the same appraising way the woman had earlier, but seemed much more interested in what they saw than she had been. “Hey there yourself, little lady,” said one of them. “How can we help you?”
Mynhe licked his lips, unsure how to ask for what he wanted. He surely couldn’t come right out and say it, could he? “Where-” his voice broke slightly, and he cleared his throat. “Would you happen to know where the bathroom is?”
One of the men raised an eyebrow, while the other two continued to leer unabashedly at Mynhe’s new form. The first man gestured vaguely towards the end of the bar. “It’s over there, Miss.”
“Oh, uh,” Mynhe looked back at where he knew the bathroom was, his mind racing. “I was hoping one of you could... show me?” he tried.
Now both of the man’s eyebrows were raised. He hurriedly glanced behind Mynhe towards the bartender, who seemed to be deeply involved in his conversation and not paying attention to them. He licked his lips, his eyes flicking down to Mynhe’s fabricated breasts and then back up to his face. He cleared his own throat. “Sure, of course,” he said smoothly. “Wouldn’t want a pretty little thing like you to get lost on the way,” he leered. “In fact...” He looked around at the other men at the table. “Why don’t we all go show you? Make extra sure you find it.”
“Oh, uh...” Mynhe stuttered. This was not what he’d had in mind. His eyes widened as all three of the men stood up. One of them took Mynhe’s arm and started walking. Mynhe stumbled and had no choice but to follow along with him as the man led the way towards the hallway with the restrooms.
When they reached the door to the men’s room, the three men once again looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then pushed Mynhe through the door ahead of them before following him inside.
The bathroom was fairly small, tiled on the floor and halfway up the walls until it met green-painted stucco, which matched the dividers around the room’s single toilet. Two urinals hung on the far wall, and a small alcove held a faux-marble countertop with a single sink and floor-to-ceiling mirror.
“There a lock?” the first man asked in a harsh whisper.
In response, the man closest to the door turned around. There was a small ‘snick’ sound of a lock clicking into place, sealing Mynhe into the room with the three men. They turned back to him, all three staring at him with leering, expectant expressions.
Mynhe swallowed as the silence drew on. Four people was a bit of a tight squeeze in the room, with the walls of the stall taking up so much space. They were standing closer than he was entirely comfortable with; close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off the body of the closest man.
“Well gorgeous?” said the first man eventually. “How do you want us?”
Mynhe’s mouth was dry. He opened it a few times, unsure what to say. What did he want? Mostly, his panicked brain told him, he wanted to bolt past the men and run out of here screaming to never visit the city again. He licked his lips. What he actually said was, “What-whatever you want to do, I guess.”
The man in front grinned and stepped forward, pressing their torsos together. With one hand he grabbed the back of Mynhe’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. With the other hand he grabbed one of Mynhe’s breasts and kneaded it, squeezing it hard and rhythmically. His mouth tasted like alcohol and cigarettes, his breath sour.
Mynhe gasped into the man’s mouth as he felt a third hand; one of the other two men had gone around to the other side and was pressing up against him from behind, trailing a hand up his thigh. Mynhe’s eyes went wide as he felt the firm pressure of the man’s erection pressing against his rear end through their clothes.
The man who was kissing him stopped long enough to start to pull Mynhe’s shirt off. Belatedly, Mynhe realized he’d forgotten to give himself a bra. Too late to worry about it; the third man came forward to give them a hand as they divested him of his shirt entirely, throwing it onto the counter next to the sink.
With his top now exposed, the first man went back to fondling one of his breasts and returned to kiss him once more, sticking his tongue into Mynhe’s mouth, while the third man grabbed the other breast in both hands, leaning his head down to suck at the nipple.
Mynhe groaned at the unexpected sensation as a hot mouth closed over the sensitive nub. He gasped as the man bit him lightly, worrying the nipple between his teeth.
Behind him, the second man was getting bolder. He had reached up beneath Mynhe’s skirt and was feeling around his underwear, front and back. With a casual hand he reached around front between Mynhe’s legs and cupped his hands over the boy’s transformed genitals, using the leverage to grind his hips backwards onto the man’s still cloth-covered erection.
After a few pumps of his hips against Mynhe’s rear, he finally reached back in with both hands to pull Mynhe’s underwear down beneath his skirt, sliding them all the way down to the floor and lifting Mynhe’s feet one by one so he could step out of them. The underwear was subsequently consigned to the same pile where his shirt rested.
So divested, Mynhe had no shield when the man kissing him stopped pawing at his breast and reached down between his legs, casually seeking out his new feminine orifice with two fingers.
“How bad you want us?” the man murmured against Mynhe’s lips, which reminded him just in time of how the female body was supposed to respond to attentions like this. He’d witnessed enough couplings in his spying to realize that a woman’s body became wet when aroused. He hurriedly closed his eyes and sent a signal to his new body so that when the man’s fingers finally reached him and began to slip up inside, they did so slickly and with ease. The man chuckled as he forced two fingers into Mynhe all the way up to the last knuckle. “Ooh, she’s quite ready it seems,” he told the other two men, a grin in his voice.
He stepped back far enough to unzip his fly and pulled out his cock, which twitched as it continued to harden. Mynhe’s eyes widened as he saw it. He’d seen other men’s dicks before, of course, as he’d spied on the members of his village, but never... never with the knowledge that it was meant for him. He licked his lips nervously.
The second man, the one who was still groping his breasts, one in each hand now, laughed. “Oh, looks like she’s eager to taste it,” he joked. He lifted one hand to grab Mynhe’s face, somewhat roughly, and turn it towards him. “Is that what you want?” he teased, his breath hot and damp. “You looking for a cock in your mouth?”
“Um,” said Mynhe, completely unsure how to respond. The first man leaned against the countertop in front of the sink and made a gesture to bring Mynhe towards him. “Here,” he said. “Set her on me and then you can sit on the counter where she can reach you.”
Mynhe didn’t quite understand what they were planning, but he didn’t resist as the other two men grabbed him from each side, marching him towards the first man. His body tensed as they lifted him up, each one grabbing one of his legs and spreading them open.
The first man’s open arms embraced him, pulling them once more torso-to-torso with Mynhe’s legs spread on either side of the man’s hips. One of the man’s hands was down on his exposed cock, holding it, angling it. Mynhe realized what they were doing only when the head of his cock brushed the sensitive, wet opening between his legs, and by then it was too late for him to struggle. The other two men dropped him, releasing his weight, and it was all he could do to catch himself on the other man and cling as his own weight lowered him down onto the man’s cock, forcing it up into him.
Mynhe groaned as the man entered him. The sensation was completely unlike what he had imagined. Granted, he’d usually pictured himself with different parts, and as the penetrating party, rather than the subject of such attentions. Instead, he was treated to the strangely filling sensation of someone else’s dick piercing him, his body opening up to eagerly embrace the foreign invader. The man’s cock was large enough to fill him completely, splitting him in a way that was... not painful, exactly, but verging on it, uncomfortably swollen and deep inside him.
“Hold her,” the man instructed, and Mynhe felt one of the men behind him grab hold of his hips to keep him in place as the man in front started to move, forcing Mynhe down onto his cock and then lifting him up, repeating the motion over and over as he swiveled his hips to drive his cock up into Mynhe again and again.
The man fucking him buried his face in Mynhe’s false breasts, his unshaven stubble scraping roughly against his soft skin. He felt the man’s tongue dipping into the cleft between them, his arms trying to push the breasts closer together to make the valley more narrow.
Over the top of the man’s head Mynhe saw the second man hop up onto the counter beside the sink, and realized that his cock was also out now. The man scooched in as close as he could to his friend and then reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Mynhe’s hair.
Mynhe cried out as the man yanked his head down and forward, bending Mynhe around his friend until he was able to finally stuff his own cock into Mynhe’s mouth. Mynhe immediately choked, caught by surprise as the man’s flesh slid between his lips and hit the back of his throat. He tried to pull back, but the second man had a firm hold of his head and continued to push it down, farther and farther until Mynhe’s lips touched the base of the man’s shaft and he felt the man’s hairy balls resting against his chin. Mynhe tried to swallow desperately as the man’s fingers tightened in his hair and he began to force Mynhe’s head up and down over his lap, sliding his cock in and out of Mynhe’s mouth a few inches at a time.
Mynhe was overwhelmed, no longer certain if he wanted to be here. The men’s cocks continued to thrust in and out of him, sliding into his pussy and mouth at uneven intervals, leaving him speared and helpless between them. He gagged repeatedly as the phallus in his mouth hit the back of his throat over and over, while his nether muscles clenched and unclenched repeatedly around the invasion of his other orifice. His attention bounced repeatedly back and forth between the twin penetrations, unable to focus, unable to catch his breath or even think clearly.
Then, from behind, a new sensation. The man behind him who was holding up his hips had allowed one hand to wander a bit. Mynhe felt the small pressure of the man’s finger idly circle his other hole, pressing teasingly up against the entrance of his ass.
“What about here?” the man whispered, leaning down along his back to purr into his ear. “There’s three of us and three holes on you. I’m getting a little lonely out here. What about your cute, tight little hole back here? Is it lonely too?” His finger applied pressure to the tight, dry ring of muscle.
Shit. Shit, Mynhe panicked. None of the couples he’d seen had ever done anything like that. Could you even... could you even put something in there? Did it work differently there for women than men? Was he supposed to be wet back there as well? Would they notice something was wrong if he wasn’t?
Hasty, his mind swimming with terror and sensation, Mynhe ordered his adaptable body to compensate, flooding his rear hole with slick as well. As he did so, the investigating finger pushed again, harder, and this time it sank completely inside him. Mynhe groaned at the strange and unexpected intrusion.
The man behind him sounded just as surprised as he was. “What’s this?” he murmured. “Got yourself ready here too, huh? Just in case? Well well. Someone was eager, I see. Really craving a cock up the ass? Well, in that case, who am I to disappoint?”
The finger in his ass wriggled around, strange and intrusive, the sensation unlike anything Mynhe had ever experienced. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, even by the time it was withdrawn.
Then, a much larger pressure appeared against his rear entrance. Mynhe scrambled, trying to protest, trying to wriggle away, but the cock gagging him kept him from voicing his objections as a third cock began to slowly and steadily push its way up his ass.
Mynhe screamed around the member in his throat as the previously full sensation of a cock inside him redoubled, this intrusion much tighter, painful, invasive as it split him open and forced its way into his passage. It was too much, altogether too much. He tried to scramble to get away, but the men held him firmly in place and his wriggling served only to help the cock slide deeper and deeper inside him.
“Oh fuck,” the man in front groaned, “that makes her so much tighter. Oh yeah.”
Mynhe tried desperately to swallow, difficult around the cock still choking him, as the endless pressure continued, pushing deeper and deeper inside of him, relentless in its penetration. It seemed to go on and on; surely the man’s cock couldn’t be that big? Surely it had to be over soon? Surely it couldn’t go deeper?
But deeper it went. Deeper and deeper until Mynhe was seeing stars by the time it finally finished, fully embedded inside him.
And then the men began to thrust, and Mynhe thought he would pass out.
The two men fucked him hard, using Mynhe’s weight to their advantage, forcing him down with gravity and the pressure of their own hands before lifting him up to drop him once again. The whole while, the second man kept a hand on the back of his head, holding it in place as he thrust up into the warm cavern of Mynhe’s mouth.
There was nothing Mynhe could do but let the men have their way as they continued to ravish him, eagerly plugging his holes over and over with their hungry phalluses. The man holding Mynhe’s head down slid his other hand over to the boy’s breasts, grabbing and squeezing them in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck. Yes,” said the first man, his voice saturated with pleasure. “Oh, that’s a good little bitch. This what you wanted? This what you were hoping for?”
“That’s what her body’s saying for sure,” responded the man in his ass. “She’s clenching around me something fierce. You’re loving this, huh? Love getting railed by three guys at the same time? What a slut.”
The man in Mynhe’s mouth laughed, joining in the taunting. “You on birth control, honey? Or are we gonna get you pregnant tonight? You gonna tell your son his daddy is one of three random strangers you let plow you in a bathroom?” His hand clenched tighter in Mynhe’s hair. “Or would you even know? You do this all the time, I bet. Your baby daddy could be any man in this city, judging by how eager your holes are.”
Mynhe felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as the men shamed him, never slowing in their eager, merciless thrusts. He was well past the point he thought he would be able to handle, and yet the men continued to fuck him relentlessly, unceasing, until Mynhe worried that he might pass out from the sensation of being so filled from so many angles.
But eventually it did end. “Oh fuck,” was his first warning from the man using his mouth, as his hand once again tightened in Mynhe’s hair. “I’m coming. I’m coming in her.”
Mynhe felt his mouth begin to flood with the bitter, salty taste of the man’s cum. Not that he had much opportunity to taste it; as soon as the spasms of his climax started, the man hurriedly pulled Mynhe’s head as far down as he could on his lap, balls-deep, gagging Mynhe once again and pouring his seed as deep as he could down the boy’s throat.
“Oh yes, let’s get her pregnant boys,” said the man in front, and then he too was ramming as deep as possible and flooding Mynhe with sperm.
The man behind Mynhe chuckled. “Not much chance of that here,” he noted. Unlike the other two, his thrusts continued, slamming his cock over and over again into Mynhe’s ass. As the other two men came down from the high of taking Mynhe, their softening cocks slipping out of his mouth and pussy respectively, they stood aside, allowing the final man to bend Mynhe in half over the bathroom counter to give himself better leverage.
With his new position, the man behind Mynhe was able to fuck him even harder, pulling back farther so he could slam into the boy’s ass with renewed force. The other two men even helped hold Mynhe’s body in place so that the man could get the maximum depth from his thrusts.
The men hooted in glee, cheering their friend on as he thrust towards his finish, positively slamming into Mynhe with each motion, driving his cock as deep into him as it could possibly go.
Finally, after several more long minutes of fucking him from behind, the last man finally came, pouring wave after wave of cum up Mynhe’s backside until he felt like he was brimming with the man’s juices, swollen with them.
The other two men laughed, clapping their friend on the back as his cock finally began to soften and slipped out of Mynhe’s brutally overworked rear hole. It was all Mynhe could do to take gulping breaths to combat the dizzy exhaustion swamping him. Vaguely he felt one of the men petting his hair.
“Thanks for the good time, honey,” said one of the men. Mynhe had no idea which one. “If you ever want to come by another night, we’d be more than happy to satisfy you again.” The men chuckled. “God, just look at her,” one of them said fervently.
Then Mynhe gasped as several fingers were abruptly shoved into his false vagina, pumped back and forth a few times, and withdrawn. The men’s laughter echoed in his ears as he heard the soft sound of the bathroom unlocking, followed by their retreat out into the bar.
Mynhe lay splayed across the cold bathroom counter a little longer, topless, leaking fluids from every orifice, trying desperately to catch his breath. His throat was raw as he swallowed and his other holes were even worse, painful and ruined and dripping with the men’s leavings.
Well, he had wanted to experiment. He had wanted a new experience.
He certainly couldn’t say that he hadn’t had one.