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Demon Dave's Chili Dogs

Written by Leo_Todrius

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If you wanted to see the true colors of a city, there was no better way than seeing it at night after a rain. Every traffic signal, every street light, and every store front shone brightly in defiance to the darkness and shimmered across the wet asphalt. It became even more magical when all of that colored light glittered across the beads of rain rolling down the waxed and polished hood of Axel's blue Subaru WRX. A tiny plastic Sonic the Hedgehog swung gently back and forth from beneath the rear view mirror.

The face looking back from the mirror was a face that blended youthful exuberance with just enough maturity to have an earned confidence. Axel's chestnut brown complexion was framed by a well groomed black beard that followed his jawline and outlined his mouth. His right eyebrow had a scar through it that created a distinctive line. His hair was hidden beneath a snapback hat, one of many from his extensive collection. There were even eight spares sitting in the back window of the car. As Axel's chest rose and fell, it lifted with it a collection of metal chains including one that held a milky quartz crystal pendant.

If Axel would have been hard pressed to define freedom, he would have said it was having the time, resources and money to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted and he was living enough in the moment to realize he had exactly that. His apartment was microscopic, his job could take a toll, but the rest of his life was his own. He'd tricked out his dream car, he lived in a city he loved and he had friends. His best friend Shun sat in the passenger seat, bobbing his head to the base riveting through his body. Shun had adopted Axel's penchant for hats, though he wore his backwards. His smooth bronze toned cheeks and deep eyes made him look younger than he actually was, though it only really was annoying when they tried to go out to the club.

Bright amber lights erupted from the Subaru as the turn signals snapped on, flashing off the rain slicked streets. Axel waited for a gap to form in the oncoming traffic before he shot through the gap and onto the side street, slipping through a merged lane before turning again into the parking lot of a pharmacy chain store. The flood lights lit up most of the parking lot, but that wasn't where Axel was headed. He pulled around the store and headed toward the farthest, darkest corner where the only source of light was an ominous red glow spilling out from crimson rope lights haphazardly stretched around the curved roof of a silver aluminum food truck. An artfully decorated and rather weathered sign declared the truck as "Demon Dave's Demonic Chili Dogs."

No one knew exactly how old the truck was, nor how long it had been parking there. All Axel knew was that all the toughest, baddest hombres from his neighborhood competed over how high up the hotness scale they could get. Well, that wasn't entirely true, Axel knew a fair amount given how many years he'd been frequenting the establishment. Axel pulled the Subaru up into a parking spot, gave it a friendly rev to make the engine growl nicely before he shut it down and hopped out. Shun fell into step a moment later.

"If it isn't my favorite customer!" A proud, charismatic voice boomed from the food truck. The proprietor, Dave, was a well built man with broad shoulders and powerful arms. His head had been shaved for years, showing the faded legacy of several tattoos that now were hidden beneath a hat Axel had gifted him with two tall metal spikes worked through holes to give the illusion of horns. In fact, it had been Dave that had suggested a place for Axel to get his sleeve done, a forest of spooky trees and coiled spiked vines covering his right shoulder and arm down to his wrist. Dave grinned wide, betraying teeth that always seemed a bit too sharp, accentuating the short tuft of black hair hanging down from the pointed tip of his chin, "Do you know what day it is, Axel my friend?" he asked.

"My lucky day?" Axel asked, coming up to the counter with Shun at his side.

"It is your six year and six month anniversary! You've been coming here since you were sixteen years old!" Dave proudly proclaimed, pointing to a wall of his best customers. Shun grinned and leaned over, seeing a young Axel with a mop of curly black hair poofing out over his head like a wild mushroom cap.

"You looked so cute!" Shun said, grunting as Axel playfully elbowed him.

"Well time flies when you have a sweet ride." Axel grinned. Dave chuckled.

"Maybe so, but I think the day has come... I think it's time for you to try my ultimate chili dog, the hound pepper triple six dog..." Dave said. Axel's eyes widened a bit at that.

"Do you think I'm ready?" Axel asked. Shun, however, seemed a bit surprised.

"There's something more powerful than your six alarm danger dog?" his eyes watering just in memory of the one bite he'd had that had ensured his next three days in the bathroom were more than memorable.

"I admit, it's not for the faint of heart. I am convinced it would have been award winning if any of the judges had made it through the testing period." Dave said, reaching under the counter to pull out two bottles of beer, two bottles of horchata, and then the oblong red and white waxed paper bowl that would hold today's meal. Axel thought about it, running everything through his mind until he finally nodded.

"Alright, I'll do it. Then maybe you'll update that picture of me with something more current." Axel said. Dave grinned wider.

"I'm sure we'll need to take a more up to date picture." Dave replied before he got to work. His metal horn spikes shone in the fluorescent light as he got the floured potato bun out. A smattering of freshly chopped yellow and red onions were sprinkled about before they were capped with a dusting of mixed cheeses. Dave got his tongs out and retrieved a brat from the rollers that was already tinged with red spices. Another layer of cheese went down before the cook gleefully removed the lid from a pot that had been simmering for some time. The air filled the intense aromas of onions, worchestire, garlic, oregano, cumin and of course peppers.

Axel watched with a watering mouth as the chili was drizzled onto the hot dog, sizzling as it melted the cheese and soaked the fresh onions, sopped up by the hearty bun. The chili almost seemed to have a metallic sheen to it, the oils from the hound peppers permeating the mix. Shun pulled his glasses out of his pocket and slipped them on in hopes they might provide some barrier, though it seemed to be too little too late. Shun hardly considered himself a novice, after all he'd been coming to the food truck almost as long as Axel had and wasabi was practically a snack at home, but this seemed a bit extreme.

"Today my boy becomes a man." Dave grinned, "Enjoy that meat..." he chuckled. Axel grinned and picked up the bowl and his two drinks, heading towards the table. Shun moved up and ordered his usual double dog which Dave prepared with the same gusto, adding on a serpentine squirt of a savory sweet horseradish cream before Shun followed after Axel. The two settled on the picnic bench the farthest away from the food truck in case they made a lot of noise. Axel set the food down, wiped the rain from the bench and settled himself down, brandishing a fork he'd brought from home. He wiggled from one butt cheek to the other before he dropped the fork down through the chili, felt the resistance of the dog put up a fight for a moment before it relented and he cut the rest of the way through.

"It looks really good." Shun said, sitting on the opposite side of the table and hopefully up wind from whatever was going to happen.

"Oh you know it. If I can finish this without... you know... I'll have hit the top of Demon Dave's scale. Only four others have ever managed it." Axel said. Shun nodded, deciding not to speak about his disbelief as he dug into his own food with the plastic fork Dave had given him. Shun paused and decided to set his fork down and open up Axel's beer and horchata bottles for him in case he got overwhelmed right away. Realizing what Shun had done, Axel bowed his head in thanks before he brought the fork up to his mouth, slipped it in and began to chew.

Normally Shun was focused on his own meal, enjoying the chaotic interplay of savory and spices, but today was a different matter. He watched Axel's mastication with great satisfaction, seeing him chew up the beans and the meat and the spices. Axel was making a show of how good it was even as the telltale tingle began to spread across his tongue, then slightly more alarmingly across his gums and the roof of his mouth. Still, Axel considered himself tempered like fine steel.

The baseball capped driver swallowed his hearty mouthful, grabbed his bottle of beer and took a good swig and then went in for more. By the third or fourth bite, Shun swore that he could see Axel flushing. The perfectly carved out space above the edge of his beard on his cheeks had reddened. His eyes were as shiny as the rain on his waxed car. His lips smacked a bit as he took another bite, then another, washing them down with a few generous gulps of horchata. Shun had to admit, he was impressed. Axel, however, was starting to feel like he was barely keeping it together.

While the heat had started in Axel's mouth, it had obviously spread. He had never quite been so aware of his esophagus or the exact position and size of his stomach. He could feel them all as if the chili was some sort of radioactive dye that made it easier to track. Still, Axel was committed. He would cement his legacy and prove his manliness. He'd made it more than half way when the heat began to circulate out through the rest of his body. His arms tingled, particularly in his right arm beneath the tattoo. His lungs seared, his legs were sweating, his toes curled and uncurled involuntarily.

"How are you doing?" Shun asked.

"G-Good." Axel said, though speaking had been a mistake. When the open air hit his mouth it only intensified the burning. He grabbed his beer and tipped it back, taking down gulp after gulp in a vain attempt to quench the fire. As his dewatering eyes opened again and he looked down at his bowl he realized he only had one third of the chili dog left. He was so close, even if he wound up paying for it later... Axel turned his fork and cut down the middle of the chili dog to essentially turn the last of it into two big bites instead of several small ones. The fork speared through the dog and the bun and a deft dip of his wrist ensured he didn't leave too much of the sauce behind.

"I shouldn't be as impressed as I am, but I am..." Shun murmured, watching as Axel chomped down on the bite, chewing furiously. Shun could see Axel sweating and squirming, but he had no idea just how much the fire was wreaking havoc through Axel's body. Axel felt the slinking, sagging feeling in his pants as his balls descended, the sack relaxing in an attempt to move the orbs away from the body heat he was creating. Axel's t-shirt felt tight around the collar and sleeves like it was suffocating him. His pants strained against his butt and his knees. He felt the hot slick sweat under his arms and beading out from the middle of his chest... but there was only one bite left.

The tines of the fork caught the red glow from the hot dog stand as Dave came out to watch, crossing his arms over his chest. Axel didn't pay any attention to him, nor to Shun. His entire focus was on the last bite as he lifted it up from the paper bowl. His mouth was roiling like the Hawaiian surf as lava poured into it, his saliva having practically turned into its own hot sauce with the amount of spices being bathed in it. His nostrils flared, tears streaked down his reddened cheeks, but Axel brought the fork up and closed his lips over the last bite. Shun let out a whoop of excitement as Axel chewed. A deep, satisfied growl left Dave's lips as he watched, but it wasn't over, not until Axel took it down.

No one could have imagined that one chili dog would take so much work, but as Axel chewed and chewed, he knew he had conquered the challenge. He swallowed and felt the last bits trickle down his throat as he grabbed his beer, tipped it back and guzzled down the rest. The amber glass bottle felt comfortingly cool against his lips as he washed his mouth with the beer, setting the bottle down on the table. He opened his mouth to let out a burp, but as his lips parted and the motion lifted upward, he felt a flash of heat and a burst of flame escaped his mouth before dissipating into the night air.

"SHIT!" Shun yelled as he fell backwards off his bench, landing ass first in the wet dirt. Axel blinked in confusion, trying to figure out what happened. Surely that couldn't have happened, he couldn't breathe actual fire, that was the sort of thing that happened in comics, that was- the thought came to an abrupt end as Axel suddenly inhaled, filling his lungs with more and more of the evening air, feeling it draw in as his chest rose and rose and rose. He panicked a bit, knowing that fire needed oxygen, but he didn't feel like he was going to explode. He felt... amazing... The burning heat of the chili dog was becoming something else. The burning of his esophagus became a sensual tingling across his throat. The constricted heat of his lungs became a throbbing buzz that filled his chest and stomach. The overheated circulation through his arms had become a faintly radiating aura, and what had started in his pants as his body adjusted to his natural temperature was culminating in an erection that was growing fast.

A dull, drunken look of euphoria crossed Axel's face as he closed his eyes, his lips curling into a lurid grin. His t-shirt started to look strained as the driver's biceps and triceps bulged out, stretching his tattooed flesh over the muscles as they expanded. His flat chest rounded as his pectorals thickened, filling with meat and muscle. His shirt rode up, revealing his flat stomach growing ripped and rigid. Even his pants seemed to be tested as the denim stretched over a growing mound, his cock absorbing more and more of his blood as it snaked its way down his leg. Axel popped his neck as he tilted his head one way, then the other, feeling his neck broaden and thicken. The skin sloped and tempered outward as new muscles crept up his neck, anchoring his head in place. When his eyes finally opened, the rich brown pigment of his irises had burned away to something far richer and redder than they had been before.

"Axel, oh my god, what's happening?!" Shun asked, pulling himself back up, "We have to get you help, this isn't natural!' he said, trembling and then yelping as a clawed hand came down onto his shoulder. Shun turned to look into equally red eyes as Dave let his guise fall away. His tattooed flesh turned crimson, the horns sticking up through his hat now made of bone rather than metal. The goatee hanging from his chin lengthened and his grin was full of sharp, pointed, serrated teeth. He gave Shun's shoulder an appreciative squeeze.

"You're right, kid, it's not natural. It's supernatural. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this? All those years, all those forbidden spices and seasonings, looking for just the right soul to mix them into." Dave murmured, "This is the day..." he hissed with delight. Shun couldn't have left even if he wanted to, but as he watched Axel, he wasn't sure if there was anything he could have done to help him.

Axel moaned, standing there as more and more of his midriff was exposed. Axel's spine stretched, as did his legs. His sneakers began to stretch and edge outward as his feet expanded. Tearing came from the collar of his shirt, then a sleeve as Axel's body surpassed its confines. The fabric tore away to reveal extremely swollen, firm, fit, muscled flesh beneath. The benefit to Axel's tattoos were that the vines and trees looked fine even as they were stretched in different directions. The art looked perfectly in place even as his right shoulder doubled in size, his biceps rounding out like water balloons.

"This is amazing..." Axel moaned, his voice sounding almost out of place coming from such a large body. His ears started burning again, but not from the heat of the chili. They burned as the cells rapidly divided and divided again, forming new tissue as his ears stretched up into points. He breathed heavily, his cheeks still tingling as new hairs began growing out, filling in the perfectly groomed beard... but the new hairs weren't black like his beard, they were brown, closer to the tone of his skin. The hair crept up his cheeks, filling in the gap between his eyebrows. More sprouted on his immense chest and his thick arms. The hairs growing through the tattoos darkened, taking on a blackish tinge that contrasted the brownish fur.

"Axel..." Shun whimpered, watching his friend hit seven feet, then eight. The top point of his ears climbed above the rim of his hat even as the fur swept up over the outside edges, leaving the interior fleshy. They popped as they cupped forward a bit, anchoring into his skull a bit higher than they had been before. Axel's nostrils flared, widening as his nose did the same. He sniffed and inhaled, feeling something build up in his chest like a pressure that couldn't be held back. His lips parted and he suddenly let out a howl that echoed through the night.

As Axel embraced the call of the wild, his face popped and snapped and contorted to match. His jaw pressed forward, his teeth sharpened, his nose blunted and his face extended. Before Shun's eyes, he watched Axel's perfect handsome face take on a canine muzzle, his nose darkening and becoming fleshy. The brown fur filled in, covering his broadened nose and his forehead and even surrounding his eyes. The brown fur and black beard had melded together to give him a sort of doberman color, a pattern the rest of his body was mimicking. The fur spread over his fat pectorals, his ripped stomach and his broad back. The button on his jeans snapped, a black bulge of underwear erupting from the fly, clear pre dripping down to form a puddle on the ground.

The tang of iron hit the air as drops of blood leaked from Axel's hands as his fingernails were displaced by thick claws, his fingertips and palms swelling as they took pon paw pads. Everything that wasn't raised or made of bone was swallowed by the spreading sea of fur. His right shoe popped and tore, then his left. His socks had already been pierced by claws but soon the growing feet proved too much and the socks were tugged off. Even his jeans seemed to split and tear as patches of fur erupted from the knees, and then in one last glorious flex of Axel's body, the last of his clothes burst off and fluttered to the ground.

A spray of thick slick shiny milky pre splattered across Shun's face and shirt as a fat, long, curved cock sprung free from AAxel's groin. It wobbled, pulsing and bobbing in time with his heartbeat. Veins pulsed, the flesh reddened and irritated... but it was more than that. Even as it bulged and swelled, the mushroom shaped head stretching into a distinctive point, it was looking less and less human. Shun had never owned a dog, but he'd seen enough around the neighborhood to know what a dog dick looked like. Shun's mouth hung open in shock as he looked at the beast his friend had become, turned into a giant muscle bound doberman monster with a baseball cap sitting atop his twisted corrupted body.

"That's it... That's my amazing chili dog, my hound pepper, my favorite customer..." Dave said, moving over on cloven feet. He reached out to clap his arm around Axel, giving his enormous shoulders a squeeze, "How do you feel?" Dave asked.

"Hot... Spicy... Horny..." Axel growled, reaching down to wrap his mutated hand around his enormous puppy prick, feeling how hot and hard it was. Dave leaned in, a fork tongue brushing the edge of his ear.

"You're going to be forever young now, in the prime of your life, ready to fuck and play and race at any time of the day or night." Dave whispered, "Just like my other boys, my other hellhounds." Dave whispered, "This is your kingdom, these are your hunting grounds to do as you wish. You are a wild dog, a hellhound..." he cooed. A surge of pre spurted from Axel's huge cock as he looked at Shun, licking his lips.

"Shun, we're going to have so much fun together..." Axel said, moving towards his friend, "Even better than the times we've had so far." he added affectionately. Shun looked up at Axel, frozen in place, trying to see his friend inside those red eyes and that strange grin across that canine muzzle.

"Axel, this isn't you..." Shun whispered. Axel slipped his free hand behind Shun's head, cupping it just below the brim of his hat, holding shun affectionately in place.

"But it is, I'm still me. I still think you're painfully cute, and I want nothing more than to go on adventures with you, to feel the heartbeat of this city beneath our feet. I want you by my side... I want to be in you..." Axel growled before he leaned down, tilting his head and parting his muzzle to kiss his best friend.

Shun's eyes slipped shut as the huge dog tongue filled his mouth, his glasses soon fogging over. He felt the dangerous teeth grazing his cheeks, but for some reason he didn't care. He opened his mouth wider and accepted the tongue, feeling his mouth starting to tingle and burn with the heat of a really good chili dog. His nipples hardened and his cock did too, knowing that he'd been secretly hoping to kiss Axel for years. He'd never expected it to happen like this.

Axel lifted Shun up with one powerful arm, the other sweeping everything off the picnic bench. He laid his best friend down on the table, still leaning over and kissing him with his increased height. Axel grabbed Shun's pants, yanking them off. Clawed canine hands slipped up and down his lean legs, slowly guiding them apart. Shun squirmed and writhed, his eyes watering a bit from the spice but he didn't care. He shivered as his underwear was plucked and then gasped, back arching as a large, unfamiliar hand caressed his swelling member.

Shun's shivering only became more intense as he felt the hot, wet tip of Axel's hellhound cock rubbing between his ass cheeks like they were a hot dog bun, drizzling on his own secret sauce that made his pucker tingle like the best kind of hot sauce you could feel in the back of your throat without it hurting. Shun's ring throbbed and swelled, darkening from the color of sand to soil, then to the rubber of a tire. It stretched outward to make room as if sensing what was coming next.

The new muzzle Axel sported seemed like it would be great at many things, but staying clean was not one of them. The beast drooled as he began to sheath his cock inside his friend, feeling the head pop in and then several inches of his length. Still, he kissed Shun, filling his mouth with more dog tongue than he'd imagined possible. He slid in and out from both ends, pumping and surging and sliding. His paw still wrapped around his best friend's cock, riding it up and down, working it as well as he'd maneuvered the shifter in his WRK.

It only took a few pumps of the hellhound's cock to start the process, and Demon Dave watched with glee as Shun's lithe, supply form began to grow. His chest rose faster than it would have just from breathing, his skin tingling from head to toe. His pectorals filled out, his stomach rippled and his arms swelled and grew, rounding out in sleeves that were too tight in a matter of moments. Even his legs were thickening as they slipped and slid around the picnic table before his toes gained purchase on the edge and hoisted his ass up properly for his friend.

Despite his best efforts, the sexual pleasure became too much for Axel to keep up his kiss. He broke it off, panting and huffing over Shun, his red eyes squeezing shut. He rammed his furry hips forward, spearing deep into his partner's ass, feeling it fill him so fully, so tightly, and so warmly. Shun howled out in pleasure, gasping as his shirt started to split out, his guns finally on display as they continued to stretch outward. His cock was rock hard, fuller and longer than he'd ever felt it as Axel beat him off in the midst of everything else going on. It was so good, too good, far too good.

"AXEL!" Shun moaned, hissing through teeth that were stretching into fangs, stubble starting to erupt from his chin and his cheeks. Axel said nothing, slamming into the hilt, lewd wet slapping sounds coming as he rutted his best friend. His lips curled into a satisfied growl, although somewhere in the back of his mind he could tell something else was happening. Shun's rod felt red hot in his hands and it was plumping nicely, but his thumb felt a strange groove rising up through the center. Sure enough, his thumb found it again, sliding up and down, up and down, up and - the sound was strange, like a wet pop. For a terrifying second Axel feared he'd broken Shun, a fact made all the more concerning by the shocked gasp and then sensuous moan escaping from his lips, but when Axel looked down, he saw that he wasn't just holding one cock in his hands, he was holding two...

"I knew all those years of double dogs would catch up to you..." Demon Dave chuckled happily, licking his lips with satisfaction, "But you two boys look busy. I better leave you to your meal." he grinned, though he paused before leaving. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and snapped a picture of Axel to put on his wall. After all, his best customer deserved an updated photo. Demon Dave returned to the food truck to start preparing the next batch of chili, though he left the door open so he could listen to his satisfied customers.

Drool leaked from the corner of Shun's mouth even as it began to stretch and grow. His jaw popped and snapped, his jaw jutting upwards, his face following suit. All the sharp fangs he'd grown suddenly had room to expand further. Shun's nose darkened as the nostrils widened, the bridge flattening and widening. His ears stretched taller and the stubble crossing his cheeks and chin became as soft as fur. His thick, muscled, powerful chest darkened with fur as well and the fingers scraping against the picnic table began to dig into the paint as his nails stretched out into claws.

Axel panted, a newly grown tail wagging behind his thick muscled ass as he fucked his friend hard and deep. He tried to jerk Shun off but as his twin cocks stretched to tall points and bloated out to take on the shape of the hound peppers Dave had used for the chili, it was simply too much. Axel grabbed onto both of Shun's furry legs instead, hoisting them up, lifting his ass off the table as the new convert's tail grew in. Shun's double cocks slapped across his furry washboard abs, allowing him to grab one with each of his hands. He jerked off furiously, his eyes blazing as they turned from almond brown to red. His ears twitched, his tail wagged, and the fur bristled out around his eyes, his forehead, and across his thickening neck.

The two were wild, sloppy, sweat soaked and rain kissed. Steam was rising off of Axel's furry back, his muscled arms straining with the growing weight of Shun's body. They had easily doubled their muscle mass, probably pushing it even further. With Axel lifting his lower half, and with how long his twin cocks had grown, Shun leaned his stretching muzzle forward, opening his maw before he slurped both shafts in. He growled heatedly as his tongue began to slather and work his meat, making them dance around his mouth before he did his best to suck himself off. Seeing that just made Axel growl in delight.

"Fuck yeah, that's my babe, a fucking horn dog that can't resist cock... We're going to be such sluts." Axel grinned, moaning and panting, thrusting back and forth, losing himself inside of Shun until he couldn't get out - quite literally. He tried to pull back but brought Shun's whole ass with him. Another tug, then another. It was clear he was very stuck. Axel looked down to realize the base of his new hellhound cock had swollen to the point that he'd been knotted inside of him. It was a concept that Axel had never before entertained, but now that he saw it, or more importantly felt it, it seemed like exactly what he had always wanted.

Axel tipped his head back and howled as his huge balls tugged up, his fat cock shuddered and thick gelatinous hellhound cum began to pump into Shun. Shun gave a muffled moan around his twin cocks as he felt the searing, tingling, delightfully burning cum spreading into his loins and then his stomach. He welcomed it, all of it, even as it seemed to come without any hint at ending. Even as his washboard abs began to push forward, bloating out a bit from the volume of it, even as his stomach rounded more distinctly.

It wasn't until the intense, overwhelming, excessive flood began to finally abate that Shun joined Axel and came as well, feeling two distinct and independent orgasms rip through his brain and his body as his red rockets became fire hoses. He gulped down his own demonic seed, letting it add to the collection Axel had given him, becoming faintly aware that while Axel's saliva and cum burned like the peppers in Demon Dave's chili, his own was sweeter, milkier, tasting almost like the horchata he'd become such a fan of. Shun's doberman-like brow furrowed as he realized how many sexy young men might find that cum delicious, and wondering how fast Axel and he might be able to make puppies out of the neighborhood bad asses...

The howl leaving Axel's lips had become little more than an echo off of distant buildings. He stood very tall and proud at the edge of the picnic table, his head tipped back to the sky. His clothes were gone, his shoes and socks forgotten, his plump canine toes pressing into the dirt while his tail wagged. His cock was buried like a bone inside of Shun who had also stretched out taller and wider, packing on pounds of muscle. The only reminder of who they had been were their baseball hats still perched atop their heads, held in place by their canine ears. Axel looked at Shun before he leaned down and gave his best friend a sloppy hellhound kiss. Shun chuckled into it, still tasting the unique blend of spices and seasonings that had turned them into Demon Dave's Chili Dogs.

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The gentle patter of a light rain added a crisp backdrop to an already electric evening. While the waterfront in most cities was a place of leisure or commerce, some couldn't escape their industrial roots. As an added boon, when those industries shut down, it meant an entire swath of the city was unattended. The waterfront had become a gathering place for all the car aficionados, street racers and other automotive gear heads to gather. LED headlights cut through the night like laser beams, making the rain visible where the precipitation fell through the light before disappearing again.

The cars were exquisite. There were custom parts, tricked out light kits, the growl of powerful engines and the tang of ozone. Every manufacturer was represented and an entire range of vehicles from pristine factory editions to confounding frankensteins were strewn about. The one new addition to the unofficial car show was the presence of Demon Dave's Demonic Chili Dogs. Axel had made it sound as though he'd pulled a few strings, but really it had seemed like a no brainer.

Axel leaned against the food truck in his human guise, feeling a bit cramped and stuffed but otherwise okay. He measured in at a good six foot three even in disguise and he'd had to get a custom tailored shirt to make room for his bulging biceps. His pants seemed to always have an obscene bulge in them and his black beard had gotten bushier and claimed more of his cheeks. The biggest addition to his wardrobe, however, was that he had pushed metal spikes through his hat to give himself horns just as he had gifted to Dave. The two had grown closer, feeling in many ways more like father and son. Movement caught Axel's eyes as Shun came around the corner of the truck. Axel let out a whistle.

"Damn, son, looking fine." he said, rubbing his chin in appreciation. Shun gave a grin, doing a little circle for his boyfriend. Shun hadn't even tried to find a shirt to fit over his muscles, opting instead for a tank top. It also gave him the excuse of showing off his new tattoos. He'd endured a marathon session to get a sleeve of his own, although it showed off a swirling maelstrom of fire and flames in a pleasing pattern of color reminiscent of fall leaves. Shun ran over and leaned in to give Axel a saucy kiss, growling a bit at him as his eyes momentarily turned red before returning to normal.

"So, where do we start?" Shun asked. A deep, charismatic chuckle boomed from the food truck behind them as Dave leaned forward.

"Appeal to the daredevils with our hot chili dogs to fast track their corruption, woo the rest with delicious savory treats to play the long game, and if any of them feel hungry for more than just food, we should be able to let you two have at it and make a few more converts before sunrise." Dave growled before he reached down and hoisted up two plastic trays loaded down with chilli dogs. He licked his lips with a forked tongue, "Order up!" he bellowed. Axel and Shun each took a tray, grinning to each other as they headed across the wet asphalt toward the gathered collection of thugs, punks and racers, knowing that before long their stomachs would be full of demonic chili and likely a whole lot more.