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Pond Scum Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Anonymous

The sun gleamed in the sky with an unrelenting gaze across the city, soaking the urban streets with yet another day of heat. Glass and steel sky scrapers bounced light between themselves like ovens, the black tar of the roads sizzled and sent up waves of heat, distorting anyone's view looking through the rippling air... but navigating the streets in the heat was something of an art form to Jake. The twenty two year old strode along in the shadow of an old apartment building across the nearly white cement obscured in shadow. Taking the back streets meant more cover from the heat; tighter buildings, taller trees... and a generally more pleasant walk. Still, he would have to cross an unprotected intersection before getting to his oasis.

Jake seemed to many as a fairly average young man. He was a bit tall at six foot one, he had cut his blond hair short for the summer but it had already gotten shaggy again and he was too lazy to cut it, and his blue eyes showed a mix of mischief and the wisdom of a hard life. He had two simple gold earrings, one at the base of each ear. He wore a white wife beater shirt and camouflage cargo shorts. Tan leather skate shoes clung to his size fourteen feet. Despite his looks, Jake was between homes at the moment. He got along by couch surfing, staying at a friend's place until they got tired of him being there and then he would move onto the next friend. His parents had shown no tolerance to him not finishing school and he hadn't swallowed his pride to give into their wishes. It was a lot more freeing to couch surf, even if they didn't want him around during the daytime. That just let Jake keep up with his favorite pastime.

After several minutes of walking, Jake reached the end of the quiet backstreets, reaching the far side of downtown. Miles of high rises and malls stretched to his left, huge stretches of treeless identical suburban neighborhoods ahead of him, but across the street to his right was Legacy Pond Park, a refuge for skaters and bikers and street rats... and Jake was all three. He tucked his skateboard under his arm and jogged across the street, the sun hitting his shoulders. Sweat beaded up at once, soaking into his shaggy hair and clinging to his chest. Jake could almost feel the sizzle of his rubber soles on the cement before shade fell across him once more.

Jake stood at the entrance of Legacy park, gazing in. The park was about two blocks long, edged on all sides by thick unkempt bushes. They were so overgrown that the entrance looked like little more than a gap, like some seedy hole teenagers would enter for nefarious purposes... but it was a sanctum, an oasis. Jake passed through the gap and into the park, sighing with relief. While Jake often cited the immense cement skate park full of bowls, dips, rails and slides as his favorite feature... today he was most grateful for the shade trees, the Elm and Maple trees that rose up before their crazy, random branches spanned out to form a dense canopy of thick leaves that let only pinpricks of light in, dancing like starlight across the park. It was a burden to clean leaves out of the park, but it really made the park seem like a haven.

Jake walked along the edge of the skate area, sad no one else had showed up yet. It seemed it was just him... but it was a heat wave. Thankfully Legacy had another feature useful for hot days. While most of the space was devoted to the large cement structure and trees, the far end of the park held Legacy Pond. It was half the size of a high school pool, roughly oval shaped and about four and a half feet deep. Cement squares ran up to one edge and hung over the edge but the other edges were covered with long, soft strands of grass that hung over the edge. The water was clear and clean, a small boulder sitting on one side, the rest clear and clean of any garbage or coins. The skaters used it to cool off on hot days and sometimes even hot nights.

Jake looked around, realizing he could skate for a while but without anyone there that would lose its charm after a while. Besides, after the walk Jake was hot and the pond was right there. He could cool off in the water and then let the wind on his wet body keep him cool. Jake slipped off his wife beater shirt, tossing it to the side before he leaned over, untying his skate shoes, the white laces slipping out easily. A careful toss dropped the shoes right next to the shirt and the socks came a moment later. Jake stood at the edge of the pool only in his cargo shorts. He liked the idea of some babe gazing in seeing his muscled abs or his defined pecs, his fairly hairless body, his mildly bad boy chic... but no girls came and certainly no girls gazed.

Jake sat down on the edge of the cement lip, dipping his large feet into the cool water. He couldn't help but exhale slowly in delight as he felt it embrace his hot skin. His toes wiggled beneath the surface, his foot flexing, the soles contorting before he slipped his legs in more and more until the knee rested above water. Still, there was no substitute for just jumping right in and adjusting. Jake pushed off and plunged into the water, dropping down beneath the surface before he stood up. The crystal cool water cascaded from his shaggy hair, coating his skin, the heat practically sucked out of his body. Jake shook his head to get his hair out of his face and breath before he groaned, loving how good it felt.

Jake moved about the pool, trying some breast strokes and doggie paddles, just goofing around. It felt good to float in the water... and then Jake did that. He relaxed, took a breath, and bobbed to the surface. Jake let his eyes slip shut and he rested, floating. He had nowhere to be, nothing to do, no expectations. It truly was the life. Jake floated for some time, practically napping. There was the sound of traffic in the distance, muffled by the bush barrier of the park, but it was almost a relaxing white noise to Jake. He had almost fallen asleep when his nostrils flared, a most potent whiff of stinky, greasy, grungy, musky smells. No doubt a garbage truck had rolled by... Jake's face screwed up in disgust and he shook his head, moving to stand up in the water again.

While reorienting, Jake noticed someone in the corner of his eye. He turned, facing the entrance where a teenager stood, most likely eighteen or seventeen. The young man stood with his own skateboard tucked beneath his arm, the deck sprawled with graffiti of demons and brimstone. It seemed to suit the boy as a whole. He was shorter than Jake, five foot nine from the looks of things. He had black leather skate shoes that almost looked moist, long blue jeans that seemed faded and oddly grey as if they hadn't been washed in some time, and a stained white skull t-shirt that showed dribbles of food and all manner of substances. On top of the boy's head was a battered old red baseball cap with two large metal spikes pushed through the breather holes to simulate horns. They matched the double rings in each ear and the loop around one nostril. Messy, greasy black hair stuck out of the edges of the hat, highlights bleached and they dyed red. A messy black chinstrap beard hugged the jaw of the boy, a particular feature that Jake suddenly felt very envious of.

The teen had apparently thought the park was empty before Jake moved. He turned, his lips parting to reveal a yellow toothed grin. He strode over, his shoes making a slight noise with each step. Jake wondered if he had stepped in a puddle or something, looking up as the boy approached. Then Jake realized the smell... had been coming from the approaching boy. It took all of his effort not to show it, his senses burning in his head. The teen reached the edge of the pool, still smiling.

"I was worried no one was going to be here... It seems like too great of a park to be empty." The boy said, as if he knew Jake already. Jake gazed up at the dirty kid, nodding.

"I feel the same way. I was disappointed when I got here and no one else was here." Jake admitted. The boy grinned, looking around.

"So it's alright to just swim here?" He asked. Jake nodded, thinking to himself that the kid could do with a bit of a bath...

"Yep. It's a stone pond so it's pretty hard to deface." Jake replied. The boy seemed to smile even more before he offered Jake his hand.

"I'm Mason by the way." He said. Jake looked at the boy's hand, a little dismayed. His fingernails were both ashen like faded fingernail polish and yellowed, a bit thicker than normal... and the skin looked both smooth and oily. Still, Jake wasn't about to diss the new kid. He reached up and shook Mason's hand, soon realizing his guess about his skin was correct.

"I'm Jake." Jake said. Mason grinned more.

"Nice to meet you Jake." He said before he spotted Jason's clothes. Mason moved over and began pulling his shirt off, revealing thick forests of dense black hair under his arms and a fair spread of fur on his chest. Thick steel nipple piercings made his fat nipples jut out and as the shirt was fully removed, a neon green pentagram tattoo was emblazoned on his shoulder. A thick trail of hair seeped up from his pants and ran to his belly button. Jake had been trying not to look at him undress out of common decency but when he caught the jeans drop in his periphery he turned in shock.

"What are you doing?!" Jake asked in horror.

"I'm getting out of my clothes so I don't mess the pond up." Mason said, tugging his underwear off. Jake blushed beet red, moving for the edge of the pool.

"I can't be in a pool with a naked dude..." he muttered.

"What, are you afraid? Do the cops check this place? Is anyone else coming? Is it somehow too cold to consider doing this?" Mason asked. Jake stopped at the edge, hesitating. He didn't see Mason slip his yellowed fingers into his stretched, moist underwear, tugging the rank fabric away from his body. The underwear were stained yellow with urine and cum, trying to cling to his cock before he peeled it off. What was revealed was quite unusual for a boy his age, or any man for that matter. Stretching from Mason's groin was a veined, thick, ten inch soft cock with ample foreskin that hung past the head; the entire shaft draped over balls the size of large kiwis. Mason moved over and plunged in, his hat still on his head. The water rushed over and sloshed against Jake, the waves moving back and forth. Mason grinned. "Well?" He asked. Jake slowly turned around to face him, a look of contemplation on his face.

"Well... I'm not afraid." Jake muttered. He didn't want to lose his status to the first kid to show up off the street. Mason grinned at his answer.

"Good, then we should be friends." Mason said. Jake looked at the boy dubiously but the nodded. Mason grinned and started swimming around. Jake did as well, the two moving about. Jake decided if they could make enough ripples or stick close to the edge, anyone who came in might not notice that someone was naked.... Not that he cared. Jake continued moving around, circling the pong like a shark, trying to stay cool. Mason seemed far more relaxed in the center... almost too relaxed. Jake came to a sudden stop as the water he was swimming through was suddenly warmer and then cooler again.

Jake looked back at Mason, wondering if the kid had actually peed in the pond... but Mason was swimming away and there seemed to be no way of telling short of swimming into the warm water and tracing it back to its source. Jake blushed, looking up at the canopy. Of course Mason hadn't peed in the water... Surely there was a spot where the sunlight came through the trees and heated it up. He was judging the kid far too harshly from his appearance, something he hated when it happened to him.

While Jake recriminated himself he didn't notice Mason come to a stop again. The black haired boy closed his eyes and moaned gently, clenching his bladder tight. His cock flared as rancid green piss sprayed into the water, dispersing out into the clear pond until it was nothing but heat and a slight sheen on the surface. Mason finished pissing and opened his eyes, grinning as he watched Jake gazing toward the heavens.

***

The sound of skate wheels rumbling along the cement was like the growl of a wild animal hunting its prey late at night, an animal in this case with six legs. Four teenagers rolled around the cement of the skate park, enjoying drop in heat a new day and subsequent night had brought. Jake zoomed along the edges; practicing ollie's and air grabs while his friends Jose and Ford were nose grinds and toe edges. Jose was the shortest of Jake's posse, five foot seven tall. His black hair was buzzed short and a thin mustache complimented his upper lip, his cinnamon colored skin a bit darker from the sun. Ford was the other end of the spectrum, his deep brown shoulders practically as wide as Jose was tall, long black dreadlocks splaying out as the man spun around.

Night had fallen and shrouded the park in near-darkness. Jake had nearly crashed into Ford once because he couldn't see him. There were a few sources of light, two pale blue lights in the pond and a few blazing orange streetlights fighting to cast light through the thick bushy barriers. Jose missed his trick and jogged down the lip, nearly crashing into Ford himself.

"Fuck man, I didn't see you there!" Jose said, his accent a bit thick.

"No one does man, what are we still doing out here?" Ford sighed, kicking his board up, "I'm going to go check out the clubs, see if there are any ladies looking for some Jamaican flavor." Ford grinned, "You want to come man?" he asked. They couldn't see it in the darkness but Jake blushed. He had no money and didn't want to leech any earlier than he had to.

"I think I'll get a few more runs tonight, but thanks for the offer." Jake said.

"I'll go." Jose smiled.

"Catch you later Jake." Ford said, offering the blond boy a complex set of fist bumps. Jake matched them perfectly, exchanging them with Jose before watching the two leave, listening to their footsteps take them further and further away from the park. Jake let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes.

"Looks like I just missed the fun." Came a familiar voice. Jake was startled and spun around to spot the familiar hat of Mason silhouetted against the orange haze of the street light.

"Mason!" Jake said in surprise, "I didn't hear you come up."

"Must be light on my feet. Were those your friends?" Mason asked, moving in.

"Yeah, they decided to go clubbing." Jake said, shrugging.

"Ah, I'm not old enough to club... but I am old enough to come back here. Sorry I wasn't here earlier, I was fixing up my place a bit." Mason said.

"You have your own place and you're not old enough to club?" Jake asked. Mason smirked.

"Emancipated with a huge trust fund that pays out rent. Very nice set up." Mason said, looking around, "So... too dark to skate, isn't it?" He muttered.

"We sort of can still, just a bit hazard in dark clothes." Jake said, looking around the darkness.

"How about a swim, like yesterday? That was pretty awesome. And... with it being this late, maybe we can see how brave you are." Mason grinned. Jake puffed up his chest.

"I'm plenty brave man, it's just clothing." Jake said. It was like a challenge, a dare... It wasn't gay.

"You sure? I mean, I'd hate to make you uncomfortable." Mason said.

"Plenty comfortable dude." Jake said, setting his board on the edge before he hopped out of the bowl. He stepped onto the deck of his board and pushed off, rolling toward the pond. Mason was close behind. Jake purposefully turned off the cement, the board coming to an abrupt stop in the grass. By the time Mason had stopped, Jake was already tugging his shirt off. Mason watched in the darkness, his eyes pouring over Jake's abdomens, his pecs, his biceps and triceps. Jake dropped his shirt to the ground, kicking off his shoes before he stepped on the toes of his socks, moving his feet back to pull them out. Mason watched Jake's large feet emerge, admiring them before he began working on his own.

Jake couldn't see Mason pull his yellowed, dripping socks out of his shoes but he could soon smell it. Jake let out an audible gag as the smell hit him. He wrenched his nose up a bit at it, but then... simply forgot about it and continued undressing. Splatters of foot stench landed on the cement, soaking in, staining it as Mason pulled his socks off until he was barefoot, his skin slimy and practically oozing. Jake unbuttoned his shorts and let them flop onto the pile, leaving him in his underwear. Jake took a deep breath before he tugged the waistband wide and let it slip down, the clean tighty whities landing on top of the whole pile. Jake's nipples tightened as the bracing air slipped over his naked body, his hands moving to hang modestly in front of his average package. He began padding toward the pond, his bare feet gripping the cement.

Mason watched him go before he grabbed at his underwear, pulling them away from his crotch. As the slimy material was pulled away from the skin, whatever sticky seal had been formed earlier in the day was broken. Thick, yellowed cum suddenly sloshed down his legs, no longer trapped. The cotton was so soaked that it glistened in the low light. Mason lowered the underwear, stepping out of them, looking at them. While the front had yellowed with piss and cum, the back was much darker. Streaks of shit splattered the material, radiating its own kind of scent. Mason glanced back to Jake as Jake got ready to jump into the pond.

The black haired boy moved to pull Jake's clean underwear off the pile with one hand, adding it to his stinky pile of cloth. The dripping, foul, obscene underwear in his other hand was set on the top of Jake's clothes. The cum dripped and soaked into the older skater's shirt slowly. Mason's next target were the socks Jake had discarded. They were pulled out from under his clothes, pushed under Mason's and replaced with his dripping yellow tubes.

"Still undressing?" Jake asked. Mason's eyes widened. He leaned over, as if attending to his shoes. Jake looked away, not wanting to look at ass.

"Just finishing." Mason said, knowing that distraction wouldn't work much longer. He finished sabotaging the clothes before he stood up and moved toward the pond. Mason picked up speed and jumped, arching through the air before landing in the water, sending it rippling in every direction. Jake coughed and laughed as he was hit by the wave. He grabbed the edge of the pool and pushed off, using the flat of his chest to send a wave back at Mason. The two sloshed back and forth, water breaking over their pale shoulders.

"See... I'm brave enough." Jake said after a moment. Mason nodded.

"I didn't mean to doubt you... But isn't this better? You don't have to wear wet clothes home." Mason said. Jake hesitated. Mason tilted his head, "You don't have a home?" he asked. Jake blushed furiously.

"I've got a roof over my head, dude..." Jake said. Mason put his hands up.

"I didn't mean to say anything, it's just that... Well, my pad's pretty lonely. Sometimes I wish I had a roommate, even if they didn't pay anything." Mason said. Jake hesitated.

"How often is sometimes?" Jake asked after a moment. Mason laughed.

"Often enough. I can show you tonight if you want, once we're done." Mason offered. Jake hesitated again.

"I'll think about it. For now I just want to cool down." Jake said.

"Sounds good to me." Mason smiled, moving to swim around. Jason paddled along, trying floating on his back for a while before diving under the water, swimming beneath the surface before bobbing to the top once more. Mason kept watching Jake swim, moving around the pond before he put his back to one of the pale blue lights, cutting off half the illumination for the pond. In the utter darkness they could only see the faintest ripples on the surface, vague random orange crescents moving out from their bodies. It was enough cover for Mason to enact the next part of his plan.

The punk's hands plunged into the water, grimy fingers curling around his cock. He gave himself a firm squeeze before sliding up and down the shaft, imagining what was ahead of them, what the future would hold, even Jake's naked body. In a short time Mason let out a silent moan and his shaft pulsed, unleashing thick yellow sperm into the water. The microscopic squirming beasts swam out, the cloud spreading into the pond. Once more Jake swam through a spot of warmth but... it sort of felt nice after cooling off so much. He kept swimming, not thinking about how long it had been since the pond had been warmed by the sun. Mason collapsed back against the edge of the pond after a few long moments, his hands drifting to his sides. Jake glanced over, noticing that Mason had come to a stop.

"Tuckered out?" Jake asked. Mason nodded.

"Yeah, long day. The swim was nice though, wasn't it?" Mason asked. Jake nodded.

"Just the perfect way to cap off the day." Jake said. Mason smiled. He could think of better ways, but he wasn't about to be rude. Mason climbed out, walking over to his clothes. He let the water run off him some before he grabbed Jake's underwear, pulling it on, wrinkling his face in disgust. It was so... dry, so rough. It felt like sandpaper... He grabbed the dry socks and pulled them on, finding the same discomfort before he tugged on his familiar jeans. At least they were still comfortable, like a second skin. Mason moved to sit down on his skateboard, watching Jake approach. This would be quite a bit of entertainment for him. Mason pretended to be sliding his shoes on, just watching.

Jake ran his hands over his skin, using them to scrape off the excess water. He shook his head, flinging beads of water off until he had mostly dripped dry. There was still enough heat in the air that some of the water evaporated from his skin. All that was left was to dress. Jake was glad his underwear was white. At least he could make out the whitish outline of underwear in the darkness. He reached down and grabbed the cloth, a little taken aback by how wet it felt. Jake shrugged the feeling off, thinking he must have gotten it wet when he was drying off. Jake held the underwear on both sides, keeping it open. Jake put one foot in through the hole, brought the other leg over the edge and stuck it through... and then pulled up.

Mason watched breathlessly as the yellow and brown underwear slipped up the young man's clean legs. In one fluid motion he brought it all the way up around his hips. The material suddenly hugged his ass cheeks and squeezed his package. His soft cock pressed into the mesh of cum soaked fabric, someone else's shit smears spread across his ass. Yellow tainted sperm coated his cock, soaked into his bush, ran across his sack... it even was dripping down his legs now. Jake shuddered, the sensations sparking strange feelings in his brain.

"What the fuck is this? Oh god... this is... I'm covered in it..." Jake shuddered, moving to pull the underwear off. Jake had intended to throw the underwear off his body but... he could feel the thick slimy strings connecting the cotton to his body. His cock started getting hard at the thought. He slowly let his cotton pull back and hug his balls again. Jake looked down at his groin, not sure what he was feeling.

"Oh that must be my fault, I'm so sorry! I had this bottle of sunscreen from earlier in the day but when I was undressing it must have fallen out and gotten onto your stuff... I didn't realize. I'm so sorry... You can come to my place and clean up there. Do you want my underwear for the trip?" Mason asked quickly.

"No!" Jake said suddenly before blushing, "I mean... no, I think I'll keep these on for modesty sake." Jake said, trying to convince himself that was the reason. Mason smiled unseen in the darkness.

"Alright. We'll head out once we're dressed." Mason said, moving to pull his shirt on over his head, his spiked hat coming through the neck hole. Jake pulled his own shirt on, feeling the wet chest of the garment stick to his nipples, his stomach... sticky all over. Jake stomached the feeling of the slime before grabbing the socks, moving to pull them on. The socks almost seemed the worst afflicted of all. They slid over his feet rather easily with the goo, it was almost like a lube, but at the same time it was as if the socks weren't his... They were too small. Just as Jake thought that, the cotton spread out wider. Suddenly he had no difficulty getting them on.

Mason pulled his wet shoes on, letting the soaked in slime from them taint and soak Jake's clean socks. Mason let out a sigh of relief at having wet feet again, feeling much better. Jake tugged on his own shoes, the slimy socks he wore oozing into the sole, soaking them with stink... The shoes would clearly never be the same again. Mason offered Jake his hand again and Jake took it, tugged onto his feet. The two boys grabbed their boards and began walking out of the park. Each step they took elicited a gooshing sound as their feet pushed into their slimy shoes, heading out into the night.

***

The sound of crickets chirping filled the air as Mason led Jake along the street, a strange vibrance in the night air. Jake was in a bit of a daze. It had been a long day, he was tired... but it felt like he couldn't just go to sleep yet. Something was missing. Mason suddenly came to a stop between two apartment buildings, stepping off the sidewalk and moving in the gap between them. Jake turned in confusion.

"Where are you going?" He asked in mild concern.

"To my house dude, come on." Mason said. Jake was very confused... maybe Mason was homeless too and he'd set up in the nook between the buildings. Jake got a bad feeling that he'd gotten in way over his head, it would explain why Mason was so filthy and had such a strong aroma... oh that aroma, that delightful aroma. Jake blinked those thoughts out of his head. He was so tired he could sleep anywhere. He trudged after Mason, following. The apartment building to his left was six stories tall, banks of windows looking at nothingness, air conditioners humming deep into the night. The walls where yellow cement, faded with time. The building to the right was only four stories, a bit uglier with a cracked white finish.

Jake was so busy looking at the buildings that he was surprised when they both suddenly veered away from him, a large square courtyard in the midst of them... and in the center of the courtyard was a small but standard looking house. Yellowed, withered grass crunched under feet, large angular stones were set up to form a walkway to the front door... The house was painted a faded burgundy red with black trim, a stone tile roof. A black wrought iron fence ran around it... it was most peculiar, but far better than a box. Once more Jake felt terrible for judging Mason. Mason had been so kind. Jake promised himself never to judge Mason again and to listen to him without bias.

"You coming?" Mason asked from where he stood, unlocking the door. Jake jogged up, moving to Mason's side.

"So did the apartments build around this place?" Jake asked, intrigued.

"Something like that." Mason murmured as he entered his abode. Jake followed, his eyes widening when he saw the inside. While the outside of the house was rustic, the inside was almost posh. A huge screen television sat across from a soft couch at the far end, a small kitchen was to the right of the front door, segmented off by a kitchen island. Doors to the left likely included a bedroom and a bathroom. Despite the small size of the house, there was an extremely huge fireplace at the far end of the room, just past the couch. Set on the mantle were countless stone and wood figurines, the sort Jake had seen in studies of ancient cultures... They were demon figures, used by some to ward them off and by others to ask for favors from them... Jake wasn't sure which they were, but he was too distracted taking in the rest of the house.

It was small, modest, but quite comfortable and... very lived in. Stacks of pizza boxes sat on the kitchen island; the sink was full of grimy dishes. A clatter of clinks came as Jake stumbled into a pile of thick brown beer bottles. He looked around and saw several other piles of bottles... and piles of clothes... and piles of piles. Normally he would have been disgusted but the only thought that came to him was that he could feel comfortable. He didn't have to worry about messing the place up or that Mason would get mad. He could just be.

"You want a beer?" Mason asked, moving to the fridge. When the door opened it was easy to see the fridge had little but beer. Jake thought it was strange that a teen would have access to so much. Cool, but strange.

"Sure dude." He said, moving over to the couch. He sat down onto the cushion and slowly sank in, the fabric faintly moist, a salty smell emitted from the cushions. He set his hand down but felt it land on something sticky, realizing it was another pair of underwear. He pulled the yellow cloth from his arms, strings of cum stretching out before they drizzled back onto the couch. Jake tossed it to the side without thought as Mason padded over, handing him a beer. Jake opened it up and tossed the cap before he put his lips to the thick, round neck of the bottle and tipped it back. Mason watched him take a gulp before doing the same. Both men sucked and guzzled on their beer bottles, taking the amber fluid down. When both bottles were empty Mason took them and set them on the end table, leaning back.

"You want my bed or the couch tonight?" Mason asked. Jake looked surprised.

"I don't want to impose..." Jake murmured.

"No imposing, it's just I thought if you took the bed you wouldn't have to see my nightly ritual." Mason said. Jake's eyebrows rose.

"Nightly ritual?" Jake asked. Mason grinned.

"Well I'm a man, a man with needs... I get pent up during the day, building things up... You know, needs that need released... I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. Some men might worry it would... make them gay." Mason said. Once more Jake puffed his chest up.

"I'm not worried about that dude... We're men. Stuff like that's just Natural. I... do it lots." Jake lied, not wanting to seem like less of a man. Mason grinned.

"Ah, so you do. Do you want to do it together?" Mason asked. Jake shifted a bit nervously before nodding.

"Sure dude, a bonding experience." Jake said, leaning back. Mason reached over and pulled out a heavy glass tube full of a thick, green looking goo. It was translucent but too milky to see through. Jake looked at it with concern.

"What is that?" Jake asked. Mason smiled, unscrewing the lid.

"The best lube ever man, I assure you." He said... and with that the lid came off. The most horrific smell escaped, the goo smelling of acrid piss, of musky old stale cum, of rancid shit, of peaty mud and disgusting stench. The smell was so foul that it ate into Jake's brain, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head for a moment, his lungs convulsing. They heaved the smell in and out, in and out... He started sweating more from the scent but then, as the human nose tended to do... it began adjusting. The smell dulled out, mellowing until Jake recovered... and did not remember that the smell had been bad enough to make him convulse. To him it had just been a pretty bad smell.

"Dude, it stinks. You really going to rub that on your cock?" Jake laughed.

"Who cares if it stinks if it works so well..." Mason grinned, dipping his yellowed, grimy fingers into the slop. He scooped up a fair amount and coated his fingers in it. Jake was confused given that Mason still had his jeans on. It surprised him even more when the boy grabbed at his denim covered groin with slime covered fingers, coating them as he unbuttoned and unzipped. Mason smeared the slime over the somewhat clean underwear, tainting them with a stink that would never was out before he peeled them back, letting his ample, huge cock out... and then his sizable balls. Mason got another scoop full of slime and brought it to his cock, smearing it over the thick foreskin, pushing it in underneath and then spreading it down his shaft... and Jake had watched the whole thing, his eyes never leaving Mason's cock... and his own was getting very hard.

Soon Mason's shaft was coated in sticky, gooey green lube. His bush was soaked, his balls were covered and his hand slipped up and down the length, tugging the foreskin back and forth. A dollup of drool leaked out of the corner of Jake's mouth as he watched... After ogling his new friend for some time, Jake blushed when he realized what he was supposed to be doing. He quickly unbuttoned his stained shorts and unzipped them, revealing the yellow and brown underwear he was wearing. The excuses of sunscreen were non existent in his mind. He pulled the underwear down, revealing his hard, veined shaft covered in the thick yellow cum of someone else. A thick glob clung to the head of his shaft.

Jake gazed to the slime on his shaft in a drunken stupor before he squeezed the head of his cock, letting the urethra spread open a bit. He used his other hand to push Mason's cum into his slit, working it in before he let the urethra close again and moaned happily. The big glass jar of lube came into his vision, held aloft by Mason's hand. Jake grunted, grabbing it, holding it before him. Jake gazed into the slip before he brought two fingers down, plunging them in. The putrid scent was released again and Jake inhaled it, his fingernails inside the slime staining forever, his skin growing oily and slick. He pulled them out, drizzling the green goo all over his hard shaft before he brought his fingers down, smearing it all over his head, his shaft, even the taut skin beneath the head of his circumcised member.

Jake wrapped his fingers around his shaft, squeezing it as he started sliding his palm up and down. Each stroke made such a satisfying squelch noise. He picked up the pace, matching Mason. Both dirty boys were fucking their hands feverishly, cocks waggling every which way. The grotesque slime was smeared onto their shirts, their legs, splattering onto the couch... and both didn't have a care in the world. Jake suddenly dropped the jar of lube against his hip, unable to hold back from grabbing his shaft with both hands. The green slime spilled over his lap, soaking into his bush and drizzling down over his balls before being soaked into the couch.

Jake's hips bounced on the cushion as he fucked his hands, his eyes clenched shut. The slime coated his left fingers too, staining those nails forever as well. Jake didn't notice, didn't care. He was too wrapped up in masturbating. His cock skin felt almost elastic, stretchy... and he was stretching it. He worked at his flesh, tugging it toward his head. Each stroke made more progress. It billowed up beneath the head of his cock, then at the edge, then up the curved surface... Jake didn't relent and suddenly excess flesh spilled over his entire cock... but he didn't give up. Jake kept thrusting his hands, giving himself excessive foreskin that engulfed his shaft.

The sickly green slime that coated the boys' shafts seemed to soak into their bushes, staining them and locking the grotesque stink in. Jake felt a throbbing building in his balls, as if he hadn't cum for weeks... maybe even months. Jake pistoned his hips wildly, letting out all manner of unseemly noises. The side of his hand behind his thumb brushed against his bush, rubbing through it a his hand pushed his shirt higher and higher up his stomach, the fluff beneath higher than it had ever been. It didn't stop at his waist line any longer; it was creeping up in a thick greenish blond trail up to his belly button. Jake didn't notice or care about that either. He was far too busy using his expansive foreskin as a fuck sleeve until the pleasure became too much.

Jake gasped, his back arched, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His mouth hung open in a slack jawed feeling of bliss before his cock suddenly unleashed its load, a load unlike any he had ever had. His thin, pearly white cum was forgotten as his urethra spread wide and thick, copious amounts of sickly feral yellowed cum launched out. It splattered on Jake's shirt and soaked through to his skin where tiny tendrils of blond hair pushed out, growing thicker. Even cumming, Jake's hand had not stopped. The jerking motions brought the cock up and down, splattering across his stomach... and then into his agape mouth.

The blond boy coughed and choked for a moment as the cum splattered into his mouth, the strong salty taste accosting his senses... but then he suddenly relaxed. Jake held his cock in place to guzzle his own cum down, swallowing it as fast as he could, but even that wasn't fast enough. The thick spunk spilled out of the corner of his lips, running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin to join the mess below. Jake's stubble pushed out from his face into a rough yellow mess covering his cheeks... but it seemed thickest on his chin and above his lip.

Jake's orgasm finally faltered, the flow coming unevenly until it stopped. Jake let out a long moan before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, falling into Mason's lap. Mason cooed and then came suddenly, a fountain of yellow cum arching up into the air before raining down on both of them in thick fertile splatters. Mason scooped up some of the nasty green slime that coated Jake's lap and the couch, spreading it across his fingers before he started combing it into Jake's hair, watching the clean blond shag take on a nasty green taint. Mason admired the beast he was creating, having great plans.

***

Hours had passed and silence ruled the city. The apartment buildings were perfectly still and the house tucked between them even more so. Jake had been sleeping for hours, a messy heap on the couch. The sloppy underwear had been tugged up over his hips again but the rest of his clothes were in a heap on the floor, leaving his messy, hairy body exposed. In his sleep Jake was using a cummy shirt as a pillow, occasionally his tongue slipping out to run against the rancid cloth. A digital clock with glowing green numbers betrayed that it was nearing sunrise... but in the midst of the darkness, a beastly figure stood inches away from Jake, watching him.

The figure had skin as grey as ash, pale and mottled. Long pointed ears stretched out from the wild mane of black hair on his head, the tips dyed a brilliant crimson. A wild, shaggy beard followed the beast's jaw and amber eyes gazed down at Mason. Long, gnarled and ribbed horns erupted from the creature's temples, rising up and then back in a zig zag, almost like lightning bolts. Saliva leaked from the thick lips where gnarled teeth were kept out of view and a long, curved, demonic tail swung back and forth over an excessively swollen pucker, the cheeks flecked with brown. Jagged yellowed claws stretched from his fingers and toes, curved and sharp, though his feet seemed to be secreting a thick green ooze. It wasn't the only place, a sheen of green sweat marked the tuft of black hair on his chest, the pelt of black hair under his arms, even his forehead. It was almost as green as the neon tattoo on the beast's shoulder, the same pentagram as Mason.

The grungy hands curled around the long, veiny grey shaft, tugging the foreskin back slowly. As the flesh slipped away from the head, a sheet of thick, spongy yellow smegma was revealed. The scent was potent, the head cheese thick. Mason brought his finger down and smeared a portion onto his finger before he leaned over and began smearing the slime over Jake's lips. Almost instinctually the young man parted his lips and took the clawed finger in, sucking it clean. Despite being asleep, Jake's cock became hard, throbbing with his heart beat... but this wasn't the time for another jerk off or a blow job. This was time... for a baptism.

Mason stepped back, both hands moving to his shaft. He aimed his cock toward Jake's stomach and began releasing. His bladder was unleashed and a moment later his foul green piss arched out, hitting Jake's skin. The heat was strong, the acrid smell even stronger. The fluid ran over Jake, searing off some of the slime but imprinting its own scent on the boy. Mason showered Jake down, coating his chest and stomach, his legs, his feet. The demon took particular joy spraying his toes down before he moved up, showering Jake's head. The green piss ran down his cheeks and dripped from his chin, soaking into his stubble... Mason finished voiding his bladder with a sigh of relief and waited for just a moment before bright yellow urine began soaking through Jake's underwear, soaking into the couch, saturating the mattress.

"Oh yes... yes my brother. You are well on your way." Mason whispered.

***

Jake and Mason all but strutted down the street, their sneakers squishing with each step as green foot slime leaked out of the edges. They were both wearing the clothes they had been wearing for days, stained with all manner of cum and piss. Jake's blond hair had a distinct green tinge to it, glistening with days of built up oils and grease. Mason's was barely worse, though his mane of black and red shag was shiny enough to just beat Jake out. Jake's sleeveless wife beater didn't hide the thick forest of blond hair that had grown to nearly obscene proportions beneath his arms, trapping every ounce of sweat. His wild pits were just as rough as the stubble across his cheeks, though a thick mustache and goatee hand grown in around his face, hiding his now yellowed and wild teeth.

Gasps and coughs had followed their advancement to the park from any open window or passing car, the two practically sending out clouds of stink... but after walking for several minutes they managed to reach the park. Jake slipped in first, Mason following... but the park was empty, the day too early for any teenagers to be up or occupying. Jake and Mason strode toward the pond as they always did, though as Jake's eyes fell across the pond, his jaw dropped open in surprise.

When he had last seen the pond it had been crystal clear and cool... a bit warm in spots. The pond was far from clear. A yellow frothy film covered the surface and the few spots where the film was disrupted revealed a sickly neon green liquid beneath. Jake let out a soft coo and moved forward, looking down at it, almost compelled to jump in. Mason came up behind Jake, reaching around his waist to grope the older boy's package.

"You feel it, don't you?" Mason murmured.

"What is it? What... is this feeling?" Jake asked softly. Mason smiled.

"This is my spawning pool... a place to make more of my kind, my children... although it needs something else before it is ready." Mason said. Jake turned around in Mason's embrace, gazing into his eyes.

"What does it need?" He asked softly. Mason grinned.

"It needs you, your essence at least... once you're ready." Mason said, looking Jake over, "Are you ready for your last step? To become like me?" Mason asked. Jake was wide eyed and in awe. He nodded gently. Mason smirked, knowing Jake didn't even know what he was... but that would change soon enough. Mason reached up and lifted up his battered red hat. The spikes tugged through, staying with Mason's head... but the moment was off, they rippled like a mirage. In their place were the jagged lighting shaped horns that curved back over his head. Mason tossed the hat, sending it through the air to land perfectly at the edge of the pond.

With the hat removed, the rest of Mason was emerging. His hair grew longer and wilder, his skin lost all its pinkness. His shoulders bulked up and spread out, his arms bulged. He was still shorter than Mason but he was getting wider. Yellowed claws burst from his grey fingers, his palms stretching. The shirt that had clung to his torso groaned and tore, the seams popping before the fabric fell it tatters to the ground. The claws moved, slicing open the jeans, letting them fall next. Jake rushed forward, grabbing at Mason's soiled underwear, groping the boy that he had grown so close to. He gasped, feeling Mason's cock changing beneath. It felt so... pointed, so... textured. Thick ribs ran up and down the length, so exotic. It was so exotic that Jake couldn't help but pull the underwear off.

As the nasty cloth was dropped, not only was Mason's demonic gray cock revealed, but his muscled tail stretched and swayed out. Jake reached around his flat mate's hips, groping at his ample ass, finding a delightfully swollen pucker between them. Jake pulled his fingers back, revealing they were already brown with slime. He nearly swooned, falling to his knees. He reached out and untied Mason's shoes, pulling them off. The socks on the demon's feet were stretched, filling up like water balloons before they burst, green slime spreading everywhere. Jake leaned down, tongue lapping at the slime before Mason reached down, sliding a clawed finger under his chin, forcing his head up.

"You are suited for more Jake, you... are suited to be my equal. We will have many brutes to worship at our feet." Mason purred, his amber eyes glowing. Jake panted gently, feeling so reassured being before the smelly beast. It was as if his life finally made sense.

"I am honored to even be thought of as an equal... Thank you." Jake murmured.

"So prim and proper... I guess that's the last thing that needs to be fixed, my dirty prince." Mason chuckled, "It's time to guzzle down my man slime, fuck pig." Mason all but grunted, bringing his cock up. Mason reached up and grabbed the shaft, squeezing it tight. His tongue pushed into the thick foreskin, plunging around the pointed head. His tongue plunged into the layer of smegma, the flavor bursting in his mouth. It was like a soft, fine European cheese... but the flavor lingered, growing even stronger after he had brought his tongue back away, only encouraging him to slurp at it more. As much as Mason liked being dirty, in moments Jake had licked him clean, gulping the goop down greedily.

Mason groaned deeply, reaching to tangle his fingers in Jake's greasy, nasty hair. He held the man's head to his groin before he suddenly and mercilessly thrust in, his demonic cock plunging into Jake's throat. Mason started pistoning back and forth, picking up pace, his huge balls quivering. Jake was barely able to open his eyes for the lust but when he did he admired how thick Mason's black bush was, hanging down below his balls like a long mane. Mason grunted and hissed, an incredibly long and slimy tongue whipping out of his mouth. It stretched inches and inches longer, then feet. The demonic appendage slathered thick, stinky, sticky saliva slime all over Jake's face lovingly.

As much as both males loved it, they were operating based off of basic biological functions. Far sooner than Mason would have liked, he felt the pressure building. His sack tugged up to his body, his cock pulsed. The demon threw his head back and let out a deep howl as thick ropes of yellow sperm rushed into Jake's throat. His throat involuntarily pumped at the shaft, tugging all the cum down into the man's stomach... though Jake gladly would have voluntarily gulped at the cum, given the choice. Mason thrust back and forth, wedging his seed into the human, pouring so much that it soon drizzled out of his mouth and rolled down his torso.

Jake didn't falter, gulping and drinking. For a moment his lungs burned without breath, but that pain died away. All he needed was cum, filth, slime, goo, cock... That was what he lived for, what he needed... and what he was getting. He was no pathetic human, he was something more. Jake wasted no time, moving his clawed hands over Jake's body. The straps of the wife beater were cut, the stained clothing falling down before it was split down the back, letting the flesh free. A careful flex let Mason bend down to cut into his partner's shorts and underwear, letting them fall forward off his lap. The demon grunted as he felt Jake's teeth get even more wicked, the human's tongue swelling longer, the saliva getting thicker... but Mason grinned in pride as Jake's skin started to change, to alter.

The transfiguration started at the man's lips where the cum poured forth. The lips grew tougher, thicker, and then darker. His pink faded into grey and then slate, finally darkening all the way to a deep black. The coloring spread from his lips, moving beneath his greenish blond mustache and goatee, making it contrast roughly. The stubble on his cheeks was no different as the black spread out. Jake kept sucking like a newborn baby, eager to nourish himself with the bounty Mason was giving him. The black skin spread across Jake's ears, the tips pushing up into points before they stretched longer and longer. His gold earrings suddenly glimmered brightly, standing out against the perfectly black flesh.

Even more sickly yellowed cum poured out over his obsidian flesh, landing on his chest. Everywhere the cum was landing seemed to change. Black spots spread out from beneath the blond tuft of chest hair, the speckles on his arm, his face... Everywhere his skin was turning dark, secreting a thin and oily slime that was faintly brown. The color spilled across the bridge of his nose and up his forehead. Jake gasped, his eyes turning a vibrant neon green before his scalp darkened beneath his blond mop of hair.

Jake called out in surprise as the pressure built and built in his head, causing some discomfort. The skin on his temples bulged and wriggled before grey horns suddenly burst forward, ribbed and jagged, stretching up at a forty five degree angle before rising upwards, making dangerous prongs. Mason reached down with one finger extended, the claw cutting into Jake's shoulder. He drew a pentagram and circled it. The blood that leaked out congealed, glowing brightly before it settled as a neon green tattoo just as Mason had himself.

"Su gub..." Jake mumbled, the cock still stuffed in his mouth. Mason reached to pet the man's head, appreciating his form. Jake gasped as his black butt cheeks suddenly spread wide, revealing his own thick puckered asshole. That had been one of the first changes, the shit from Mason's underwear infecting him. Jake hadn't even realized why going to the bathroom had felt so good, but now he understood. It was part of his breed, part of what they were. He grunted, his tailbone throbbing and stretching suddenly. The flesh spilled out into a long and thick tail, but unlike Mason's demonic tail... it was fleshy and corded, little rings forming in it like a thick, long rat tail.

The color spread down Jake's legs, leaving his blond bush as brightly contrasting as the rest. His muscles bulged, growing stronger. The colored flesh trailed down before disappearing beneath the skater's nasty socks, the only clothing he had been left in. The shoes suddenly began stretching and groaning before they burst, thick black spongy demonic feet emerged, secreting more greenish brown slime. Jake shuddered, feeling his transformation was complete... then suddenly his balls grew to the size of kiwis, then eggs, then small oranges. The flesh was pulled taut and his cock suddenly tingled.

The massive black foreskin around the new demon's cock pulled back to reveal a pointed head before thick yellow cum spilled out, splattering on the cement at Mason's feet. Mason slowly pulled his still-leaking shaft out of Jake's mouth, eliciting a whimper from the man before he gestured for Jake to rise to his feet. Jake did as he was told and stood. Mason put a hand on Jake's hip and guided him to turn around, the two moving forward. Both demons advanced to the edge of the pond where their cocks spewed tainted cum into the water. The froth parted, the green liquid starting to bubble... at first it was a few stray bursts but soon the surface was rippling with wild bubbles, a foul stench pouring out if it.

Both demons continued spraying their seed, the cum seemingly endless. It seemed to Jake like the more he came, the more he had to cum... The bubbling pond was swelling up on its banks, the liquid lapping at the green grass around the edges. The clean blades began to grow moist with a brown dew before the entire lawn turned brown and slimy. The bubbling slime reached the edge of the pond, bubbling against the cement edge before it suddenly spilled over, rushing past Jake and Mason. Tiny filaments took root, growing into slimy moss across the cement that was just as gray as the stone had been, a real hazard to any that would try walking across it. The slime continued its spread before it suddenly poured over the edge of the bowl, flooding a portion of the skate park as well.

After what had seemed like an eternity, Jake and Mason's loads subsided. Mason moved over to the edge of the pond, picking up his red hat. He lifted it up and tugged it on over his head. As his horns pushed into the fabric they seemed to disappear, the metal spikes reappearing through it. The light rippled over Mason, restoring his human guise. A new set of clothes appeared on his body, though they were just as stained and grungy as his old ones had been. Jake looked at his partner with a mix of feelings. He missed Mason's true form, but he was so hot in every way. Mason smirked, reaching into the pocket of the black pants that had materialized, pulling out a gold link chain necklace, tossing it to Jake.

"Put it on before your friends get here." Mason said. Jake lifted it up over his head and dropped it on, the heavy chain falling across a blood red t-shirt, blue jeans covering his human legs to end in his old skate shoes. Jake looked at his nasty yellow human fingernails and grubby, hairy hands. It wasn't so bad... Jake stood up and moved toward Mason but Mason held up his hand. Jake tilted his head.

"What?" Jake asked. Mason grinned.

"Just... wait right there." Mason whispered. Jake shrugged, deciding to do as he was told. A moment later, as if on cue, the leaves parted as Ford and Jose entered, the two elbowing each other as they chuckled, bragging about their night before. It took them only two steps to skid to a halt, their noses wrinkling up. Jose brought his arm up to his face, trying to smother the smell with his sleeve.

"What the fuck is that smell?" Ford cursed, coughing a bit.

"It's Jake; he fell in some nasty shit on the way here. I tried to knock him in the pool but he just wouldn't go in..." Mason explained. Ford and Jose shot each other a glance. The scent had to be rectified. They dropped their boards and charged, moving as if to tackle Jake. Jake's eyes widened in shock at Mason's plan. Ford's dreadlocks swung as he ran, Jose picking up more speed. When Jose set foot on the moss he began to slip and lose control.

"Shit!" Jose cursed, trying to keep from landing roughly on the cement. He had no idea what was waiting for him. Even with Jose being ahead of him, Ford didn't have time to stop himself before he slipped on the grey moss as well, tumbling toward the edge. Both boys slipped right past either side of Jake. Ford's eyes widened in pure terror when he saw the contents of the pool, but he didn't even have time to reach for the edge as he and Jose fell in. Thick syrupy slime splashed up as they sunk in, their clothes dissolving to reveal naked flesh beneath.

Jake and Mason rushed to the edge, crouching down, watching in excitement. Mason slipped his jeans open and pulled out his filthy cock, jacking off as he watched. Ford was the first to emerge from the slime, the green goo dripping off. He opened his mouth and expelled the thick slop but it was obvious it had gotten into his lungs as well, dribbling out of his nose. Jake moaned, looking at his black friend.

Ford writhed in the slime, shuddering and moaning. His dark brown skin became even darker, becoming a slick and shiny obsidian black. Ford's mouth kept opening and closing, his lips widening softly. Thick strands of dark hair pushed out on either side of his upper lip, spilling out long and thick, dropping down just as four more tendrils of hair dropped from his chin. It was a mad sort of Fu Manchu, but as Jake watched the hair grow, it seemed to be changing texture, becoming rather fleshy tendrils.

The slime suddenly parted as Jose surfaced, Jake nearly falling back onto his ass in shock. Jose's black hair had turned neon red and was almost spiked, the red clumps of hair dripping with goo. His cinnamon colored skin looked rather green, his hazel eyes dazed. When Jose's lips parted, it was obvious he was far from human. His tongue was gone, his teeth were gone, but in their place were hundreds of neon red tendrils swaying and wriggling. The back of his throat seemed flat with a small slit at the back that had to be the throat. Jose looked around before he saw a cock being pleased and lunged forward.

Mason gasped in delight as the boy slid over his cock, the tendrils massaging his shaft, a few tiny stings coming as a venom was secreted that made Mason's cock swell longer. Jose sucked Mason off better than he ever had, but Jake was still transfixed on Ford. Ford's fingers had webbed together and fleshy extensions spread out from his elbows, creating rudimentary fins. His shoulders and back flared as more tissue erupted out, forming a much longer fin along his spine. Ford's nostrils flared wide before his nose spread out into a short blunted fishy muzzle. His wide lips kept parting like a fish looking for food. Jake shuddered as he got hard, wondering if he was to feed Ford like Mason was handling Jose.

Jake unzipped his pants and reached in, shuddering in bliss as his fingers felt his nasty, slimy, dripping cock. He truly was a filth demon... and he needed to feed his new son. Jake brought out his cock and offered it to Ford. Ford surged forward, his slimy fishy lips slipping over Jake's shaft. Jake groaned deeply, reaching out to grab a hold of Ford's dreadlocks for grips. His fingers squeezed them, finding them spongy and fleshy just like his Fu Manchu. Jake kept a good grip as the catfish sucked him down, the gummy mouth exerting fantastic pressure.

"What a fantastic anemone you are... That's it, feed on me." Mason moaned to Jose, fucking into his deep mouth, his cock assaulting the slit at the back of Jose's mouth. Mason grinned happily, amused with how the traits had asserted themselves. Anemone's had the same orifice for their mouth and asshole, it was quite fitting for a filth demon... and it meant that Mason had even more ways to please the boy. His cock pushed at the slid, forcing it wide before delving in even deeper. The red headed anemone boy shuddered, his throat squeezing and massaging the intruding shaft as it slipped deeper, his stomach growling in hunger for sperm.

Ford's body wriggled around eagerly as he sucked Jake off, his slimy body flapping around. Jake groaned in admiration, seeing that Ford's legs had fused and his feet had flared out into wide fins, more waggling around where the man's knees had been. He was an amazing fish, fit for the disgusting pond he had been created in. Jake groaned, holding Ford's fishy mouth to his crotch before he tipped his head to the heavens and howled. His cock pulsed and his putrid yellow cum sprayed down Ford's throat. Ford gummed at Jake's crotch even more eagerly, gulping the cum down, his fishy muscles growing stronger from the food.

Mason shuddered, feeling the power of the orgasm next to him and the venom of the anemone around his shaft. His fingers dug into his palms and Jose's head before he howled. His huge shaft pulsed and unleashed its load deep into the boy's throat, pint after pint spraying out. Jose kept gulping, his stomach bulging from the enormity of the cum... before all at once his cheeks parted and his ass began spraying out excess cum, adding more slime to the pond. It seemed Jose's anatomy had grown much simpler through the transformation, not that Mason minded in the slightest.

Jason toppled back, spent from his sexual exertion. Ford licked his lips with a strange tongue before the skin on his neck flared to reveal gills and he submerged into the sickly pond, disappearing from sight. Jake panted, laying on the slimy moss, his cock hanging out of his pants. Mason let his orgasm subside and pulled his cock back. The tendrils in Jose's mouth stretched out for the cock, trying to keep it in but he had to give up. Jose's eyes gazed lovingly at Mason before he slowly dropped down into the pond as well. Mason collapsed onto his ass, panting as well. Jake had to chuckle.

"You got winded too? I find that hard to believe." Jake murmured. Mason shrugged, smiling to his partner.

"You're a filth demon too. If you can get winded, so can I... and these boys are certainly something. We make a very good brood." Mason said in delight.

"Yes we do, the best of the pond scum." Jake said. Mason grinned, leaning over to press his lips to Jake's. Jake met the lips and plunged his tongue into the demon's mouth, the two swapping nasty saliva.

While the two kissed, the silence around them was suddenly broken as the thunderous roar of a skateboard came down the sidewalk outside. Jake and Mason turned in time to see the bushes at the entrance park as a blond teenager broke through, heading across the cement before diving down into the bowl. He made it down the curve before letting out a shocked howl as his skateboard rolled through the overflow of green slime, spraying it up across his entire body. Jake and Mason spring to their feet, cocks wagging out of their flies as they ran to the edge, watching happily at their good fortune.

"What... What... is this... sooo... so good..." The teenager moaned, reaching up into his shirt, fondling his nipples. He let out a squeak of delight, then another. His mouth was hanging open in delight and his teeth seemed to change, getting buck toothed as his front two teeth stretched out. The teen pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, panting before he opened his eyes, seeing all the slime around him. He surged forward onto his hands and knees, leaning down to lick up the green slime all around him. With each lick he took, his blond hair became grayer, shaggier, messier. The hands plunged in the slime contorted, the fingers getting longer, the fingernails stretching into sharp grubby claws.

Jake helped Mason climb down into the bowl, the two moving toward the changing boy, their cocks still out... although that wasn't what they were intending to use. Mason pulled off his shirt, revealing his thick forests of hair and his green tattoo, grinning. Sensing movement, the boy rose up onto his hind haunches before he went cross eyed in pleasure. His pants suddenly tore as a long, fleshy tail pushed out, whipping around. Just like Jake, a corded rat tail emerged, whipping around. The boy's face began pushing out, inch by inch, forming a long, thin muzzle as his ears got larger and covered in a grey fluff. Ackward patches of grey fur were spreading all over his body, but what drew Jake's attention were the eight puffy, fat nipples sticking out on the rat boy's chest.

Jake wasn't sure why but... he couldn't resist. He charged at the rat boy and dropped to his knees, the green slime staining his pants. Jake plunged his lips around one of the rat boy's tits and began sucking. The boy squeaked in delight as his pants burst and fell off, a tapered rat cock emerging, drooling. Jake kept sucking and moaning, one hand reaching up to squeeze the rat's other upper nipple. The rat boy squeaked in more delight before something surprising happened... his nipples pulsed and began squirting nasty stinky yellow cheesy milk, coming out thick and partly congealed. Jake sucked the slime down greedily, his hand causing the rest to dribble down his furry chest.

Mason moved over, looking to the rat boy, smiling. He lifted his arm, his furry forest of black pit hair exposed. The rodent's nose quirked and he stuffed his face into the greasy, oily hair. The slime from Mason's pit got all over the rat's face, soaking into his gray fur, making parts of it tinge with brown. The rat rolled his head in it, getting his shaggy gray hair covered with the oils and grease. There was a sudden splort and then sloshes as movement came up around them. Jose and Ford dropped down onto their knees, advancing on the rat boy. Their eternally hungry mouths moved over more of the rat's nipples and began sucking, Jose's venom stinging tendrils making the nipples swell up more sensitive. The rat squeaked in delight as his cheese sprayed into all of those mouths and he licked the pits of his master.

Mason watched his four creations, the first meal of his brood... it was just the first of many. As he watched his children playing, he looked at the skate park, at the thick puddle of green at the bottom. It was a good start, but it was so much bigger than the pond... Mason grinned to himself as he imagined it as a filth filled lake... and in response his cock began unleashing thick, nasty, foul green cum that splattered and began bubbling, slowly filling the immense space. He knew the others would be helping to fill it soon enough... his lovely, lovely pond scum.