"Honestly, my boy wanted to match, and I found the idea intriguing. Of course, his horns are distinctly pathetic, but... still. The wolf... it always felt like the most right animal form," she replied, stepping closer.

"No dick... no balls," he murmured, head tilting, little raccoon ears flicking. He still had one eye squinted, he forgot to unsquint it. That was always a problem for him, forgetting things.

That was why he had the drone...

It beeped, detecting cycling thoughts through all of his implants, their shared soul bond and embedded fresh-blood ampule.

"Train of thought," it chided, in a warm female voice. He glanced to it, mumbling a thank you, and then turned his attention back to her big 'ole dick.

"Yes, I went with something a bit different this time. My testicles are internal. Would you like a closer look?" she asked.

"Could I?"

So, the Mistress sat down, rolling her eyes and spreading her legs. There was something there, of course... something interesting, in the somewhat thick pubic... hair? No, fur. Same as the stripe on her back and some of the hair lower on her head, it was much more like fur than hair in texture.

He got down on his hands and knees, crawling close. Was it a vagina he saw? Something like it, perhaps... there was smooth black flesh parting the fur, and...

"Ah, weird, hmm..." he murmured, prodding it. The raccoon pulled back, frowning. A thick tongue squirmed its way free of a rather odd hole - very canine, of course, but... nonetheless quite human as well, as if someone blended the two expertly. This resulted in massively swollen vulva, quite soft and squishy, his fingers noted...

And thick, fairly impressive labia minora....

Curious, he peeled them apart, ignoring the thick tongue that served in place of a clitoris for a moment, noting that the interior holes were present as expected - urethra, vaginal opening... but, within the vaginal opening, he could see countless squirming cillia. Several tendrils around the opening emerged, reaching out for his fingers.

"Oh, weird... yes, hm... good, yes," he mumbled, turning his attention to the tongue. It was no doubt made to serve in place of a penis, bearing its own urethral slit at the tip. The thick, black appendage started out quite neat and narrow, though it tapered into a fat tonguelike tentacle, then into a more cylindrical shape towards the base. All told, it'd pack into many different sized people quite well - despite being visibly muscular as far as tentacles went, with many bulges and visible muscular bundles, it was quite squishy when he grabbed it hard.

Further, it left a thin, black fluid like ink on his fingers....

Yes, it packed itself into the vagina when not in use, effectively blocking the hole.

His head tilted the other way as he sucked the liquid from his digits. Allspice, vaginal lubrication... some sweetness, a faint hint of blood iron so ephemeral it was barely there... maybe a touch of something floral. Very pleasant.

"Oh, strange, I recognize this," he mumbled, trying to force his brain to recall it properly. It was right on the tip of his tongue - or her dick-tongue, or-

"Zerkivak," the drone said, after a beep.

"Thank you," he mumbled, glad he'd finally finished going through the arduous process of indexing all of his memories into his wet drives and setting it up to create new information entries when new memories were created. After getting shot in the head and rebuilt in the Black Box, things were such a messy messy messy messy-

"Stop," the drone murmured. He blinked.

"Right. Yes, a Zerkivakian vagina. Interesting choice, modified heavily. Very you."

"I do love my weird holes," she replied, slightly saddened by his scattered behavior.