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Influenced: Smegheaded

Written by: TiranMaster

“What’s up, Smegheads?!” Bristle grinned at the screen, he had several piercings, a large nose ring dangling from his nostrils, his ears pierced, even both of his eyebrows. It was a lot to look at, and Nick could not take him seriously. He’d been flicking through some youtube videos and came across “Bristle” on his shorts list, he looked like a cartoonish version of what someone might assume “punk” culture was like. Nick himself had his ears pierced and a few tattoos, and he’d already received enough dirty glances to get annoyed when someone came along who managed to make them look even worse. “I’m partnering with Sexy and Scented to bring you a brand new smeghead special!” he said, giving a big toothy grin that somehow put Nick off.

Holding up a small bottle in one hand, Bristle held it towards the camera to allow Nick a chance to read it. [i]Smeg-4-Brains[/i] was what it read, and Nick immediately felt disgusted by the idea of it. “You take a drop of Smeg-4-Brains and drip it into your ear, it’s a total ear cleanse, it’ll get any wax out in minutes, and you’ll be feeling more clear headed than you have in years!” Bristle said, his energy making Nick feel exhausted just hearing him go on. To show off the product, Bristle withdrew the dripper from the bottle and dripped it a couple of times in each of his ears.

As it dripped in, Bristle seemed to shudder with each of the drips, his expression becoming almost... orgasmic? His eyes seemed to gloss over, the pupils dilating, his irises becoming a turgid yellow color before flashing back to normal. He sat up and shook his head a few times before grinning towards the camera once more, seeming to stare right at Nick as the order information for Smeg-4-Brains came up on screen. “It’s great stuff! Ever since I started it, I can’t stop! You’ll all be begging for more Smeg soon,” he cackled, his laughter ringing through Nick’s speakers until the short looped.

“Who the hell would buy something called Smeg-4-Brains?” he groaned, shaking his head before flicking the advert away. He was led to another [i]Sexy and Scented[/i] advert showing off someone in a stained white vest, but Nick turned his phone off before it started playing. “How the hell are they even running an ad like that on youtube? Doesn’t anyone realize what smeg means?” he groaned, shaking his head before glancing at a text. His friends were meeting up at a club in an hour, and he didn’t want to be late. So he grabbed his keys and started to get ready to head out, already having written off the strange adverts as something to laugh about later.

[c]***[/c]

Showing up late to the club, Nick groaned in irritation as he had to wait in line while the rest of his friends were already in the club. He’d gotten several texts asking where he was, but he’d been held up by a huge accident on the freeway. When he’d tried to call them though, none of them responded, so Nick had just been forced to wait until he’d arrived before he could try texting them. Once again, nobody responded, and so Nick was thoroughly irritated with his friends, especially as he could see that their cars were still parked out front in the parking lot.

The club’s scene was a bit tryhard in Nick’s opinion, showing off more of that punk aesthetic that some people tried too hard for. Some people with too many piercings and not enough sense, but Nick’s friends liked it, so he put up with the nonsense to hang out. Nearby, he could hear someone talking behind him in line. “Dude, this shit is so good, it fucking makes your brain go crazy.” Glancing over his shoulder, Nick did a double take when he saw that the person in question was holding up Smeg-4-Brains. “It makes me feel like a total Smeghead,” the guy cackled, his laugh... strangely like that of Bristle on the short.

His friend looked a bit disgusted, pushing the bottle away. “That shit sounds nasty, man. I don’t put anything in my ears, hell, I don’t really even like q-tips.”

“C’mon, man, just a few drips. It’ll make you feel sooo good.” Whatever else they had to say, it was cut off by some nearby car horns, but Nick was already tuning them out already. He didn’t want anything to do with that strange stuff, and the way that the guy had described it... it sounded more like a drug than some beauty supply.

Soon enough the line had moved along far enough to allow Nick inside, the bouncer giving him a courteous nod as he got in. The music was loud, screaming, and not necessarily pleasant to listen to, but Nick was used to it. He looked fairly at home in his dark clothes, leather vest, and piercings, though he wasn’t rocking a choker like so many others in the building. Everything was fairly normal, a crowd of people that were more shuffling than dancing, and plenty of alcohol to be seen. What Nick wasn’t used to was the amount of people laughing, loudly, and a bit annoyingly in his opinion. Normally conversations were hushed, and the music was king... and yet tonight everyone seemed in oddly high spirits.

It wasn’t completely unusual for people to be laughing or having a good time, but it was... eerie how many people in the crowd were laughing. Loudly, so loudly that Nick normally would have told them to shut up. Many of the people who were laughing had a wide eyed stare, a huge grin on their face, and they all seemed extremely energetic. Once more, things that Nick wasn’t used to, but he kept to himself for the moment as he looked for his friends. He figured it wouldn’t be too hard, there would be five of them, and they normally sat in the same spot.

Normally the bar was fairly busy, but that night it was even more packed than usual, and Nick swore he saw many more new faces there than usual. The bar wasn’t exactly a highlight spot for the area, it was a bit of a hole in the wall, so it was pretty surprising to see so many people, and it did explain why the line had taken longer than usual. Walking around, it wasn’t too long before Nick found his friends, and like he’d suspected they were at their usual spot.

Three of them were crammed in on one side, not surprising Nick in the least, the three were poly and very open about the fact. They were often very touchy feely with one another, not something that overly bothered Nick, though he couldn’t say he completely understood it. On the other side were his other friends, a spot saved just for him... or, there usually was one. It was filled by someone new... actually, someone that Nick was shocked to say that he recognized. It was Bristle, the guy from the ad he’d watched earlier. What were the chances that the guy was in the bar the same day that Nick had seen his ad?! “Hey, um... you’re in my seat,” Nick said, walking up, feeling a bit awkward as he didn’t want to admit that he recognized the guy.

Bristle moved with an intense energy, his head snapping up and to the side to look at Nick, his eyes were... strange, they jittered in their sockets, and his smile was fast and uncomfortable. “Oh, hey there, so sorry, man! I was just talkin’ to your friends here, lettin’ them know about my personal brand!” Nick hadn’t seen it in the video, but Bristle was wearing a choker around his neck... no, not a choker, a collar. Black leather with spikes jutting it, like he was some kind of junkyard dog, it was pretty tacky in Nick’s opinion.

“Well, that’s cool, but again, that’s my seat,” Nick said, getting annoyed with Bristle already. He had the twitchy energy of somebody on drugs, and he remembered the guy in line with the bottle of Smeg-4-Brains. “I can also promise you that we’re not interested in trying out your stuff, I saw some and I’m not impressed.”

Standing up with a remarkable speed, Nick realized in a moment that Bristle was shorter than him, but he had an intense energy as he bumped up into Nick with a solid build. “Oh, but you will be, man. It’s great stuff, it’ll clear out your mind, free up your every thought for nothing but fun and laughs!” He then burst out into manic laughter, and an instant later that laughter could be heard throughout the bar. It seemed like several other people had picked up the laugh... no, the cackle that escaped Bristle’s mouth, it didn’t seem human in the least.

Turning around, Bristle slapped a few vials of Smeg-4-Brains on the table before giving Nick a big toothy grin. “For the road, the first try is free, man!” He then kissed Nick, shocking the man as his tongue invaded his mouth, slapping around his teeth, making Nick almost gag at the sudden invasion of his body. The taste of the man’s mouth was appalling, it didn’t taste like any kiss he’d ever had before, it was more like some dog’s mouth. Sloppy, slobbery, and the smell wasn’t unlike that of a dog after licking its balls. Something he’d never thought of before, and something he never wanted to think about again.

Like lightning Bristle was gone, leaving Nick reeling, his hand going up to his mouth as his friends had a mixture of emotions. “You okay, man?” Charles asked, one of the three in the poly relationship, “that was... a lot.”

“I uh...” Nick grunted, feeling too stunned for words as he felt like he needed to spit right then. “I’ll be right back,” and then he left to go to the bathroom. None of his friends argued, and after he’d rinsed his mouth out, he was soon back in his proper seat shaking his head. “What the hell is up with that guy?” He’d realized that he could get Bristle kicked out for the sudden and non-consensual kiss, but... he didn’t really feel like making a big fight out of it, even if it was disgusting.

“No clue,” Brenda said, frowning as she glanced at the vials on the table, “he started talking to us like thirty minutes ago. Wouldn’t shut up, honestly, even when we tried to tell him that we weren’t interested,” she growled, rolling her eyes as she brushed her dark hair out of her eyes. “He was real pushy, he and his gang of goons.”

“Goons?” Nick asked, and remembered the chorus of cackles that had raised up around the bar. Were those the “goons” she was referring to?

“Yeah, they came into the bar right after us, and they started bothering everyone about their stupid stuff,” Martin said, rolling one of the vials of Smeg-4-Brains between his fingers. He was glancing at the vial, apparently looking for something. “These things don’t even have the ingredients written on them, I’m pretty sure that’s a requirement for anything, especially something that ostensibly goes in your ears.”

When Nick had gotten back to the table, he’d noticed Claude had been gone, one of the three in the relationship. He must’ve entered the bathroom after Nick, though he’d been too busy rinsing out his mouth in the process. Claude came soon enough, but immediately everyone at the table could tell something was up, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn’t seem to stop grinning. “Guys!” he exclaimed, “this shit is awesome!” he said, holding up the same vial that they’d been discussing moments before.

“Claude, what the fuck?!” Charles snapped, jumping up and grabbing the vial out of his boyfriend’s hand, “what made you think that was a good idea?! Shit, you have no idea what’s in this thing!”

Letting out a small laugh, Claude looked up into Charles’ eyes with a manic hyperness. “Hun, it feels so good! It’s kinda weird, feels like it slurps through your ear, but then... holy fuck, it feels so good!” That was when Nick noticed that Claude was rigid in his pants, it wasn’t something he was looking for, but it looked like Claude’s cock was ready to burst out of his pants.

“Uh...” Nick said, glancing away quickly as his face burned, “Charles, he uh... he’s pretty... excited.” Charles put two and two together, looking down and grimacing as he grabbed Claude by the shoulders.

“Sorry, guys, gotta leave. Don’t know what the hell he was thinking, Shelly, did you want to come home with us?” He looked to the third of their trio, a short woman with dark clothes and dark glasses, she looked just as pissed as Charles did.

“Yeah, I’ll come home. Sorry, Nick, didn’t mean to have you come out here for nothing,” she said, slipping out of the booth to follow the other two out the front door. All the while Claude was speaking at a rapid pace, as if he’d had far too much caffeine. He asked both of them if they could grab the Smeg-4-Brains before they left, but neither of them were willing to stop and go pick any more up.

Now in awkward silence, Brenda, Martin, and Nick glanced at each other before looking down at the pile of vials sitting there. “I uh... think I’m just gonna bounce,” Brenda said, looking out at the club where more people were looking like they were doped up on the strange fluid. “This is all too weird, and I’m worried about Claude.”

Nick and Martin both nodded in agreement, though neither Nick or Brenda noticed when Martin slipped the vial into his jacket pocket. The trio started towards the doors, though they noticed that several people in the club weren't as subtle as Claude had been. They were dripping the fluid into their ears at tables, in corners, even out on the dance floor. The moment they did, they started to shudder, their heads whipping around, their eyes dilating. Each and every one of them grinned like an idiot after doing so, and they seemed to stare towards those who had yet to try the Smeg-4-Brains.

“Maybe we shouldn’t come back here again,” Nick said, and his friends nodded in agreement. It was clear that something was up, and Smeg-4-Brains was causing it.

[c]***[/c]

Claude whimpered and moaned as he jerked himself off, again and again, cumming all over their bed while the others were out at their jobs. He was full of energy, he couldn’t stop laughing, everything was funny, his nipples were so hard, and his balls ached with seed. He grinned wildly, feeling his body starting to change, it was slow, too slow, he needed more Smeg-4-Brains. Before they’d left, Charles and Shelly had locked down all of the internet, telling him that he was acting too erratically to be allowed too much freedom. They’d taken his keys, taken his phone, locked down the internet, and told him that if he left the house there would be consequences.

Some rational part of Claude knew that they were right, he wasn’t like this, hell, he’d never done drugs or drank before that night. Something about the stuff sounded... strangely appealing though, so he’d decided to do one drip into his ear. Now his ear burned, even now, hell, he was pretty sure his brain was burning! It had been filled with horny images of men fucking, sniffing each others asses, sucking toes, cumming over each others faces. Laughter, constant laughter in his head, he needed to join the laughter. So he did, he laughed loudly, cumming again, his face splashed with his own cum... it was a bit darker than usual.

He licked up the cum off of his fingers, noticing it had a strangely tangy zing. [i]Smeg-4-Brains[/i] the words sprang up in his head, he paused as he stared at the creamy sauce on his fingers, wondering if it really was the same stuff. He glanced towards the door of his room, as if one of his partners would burst in right then. He scooped up the cum off of his bare stomach and held it over his ear, positioning himself so that it would pour down his ear.

Like magic, it felt just like Smeg-4-Brains, slurping down his ear canal and dragging itself towards his brain. Claude could hear it, drawing closer, his body being electrified with pleasure as he collapsed on his bed. His cock was rigid once more as his brain was saturated with his own cum, the undiluted version of Smeg-4-Brains, and he howled with laughter as he felt it tainting his every thought with sex, filth, and the need to build his cackle. Already his skin was starting to sprout fur, his mouth cracking and popping as his face started to sprout into a muzzle. He could distantly hear the voices of the others, their laughter ringing in his head, and the loudest of all belonging to Bristle. The laughter was stuck in his head, and he knew it wouldn’t be leaving any time soon.

[c]***[/c]

Nick didn’t hear back from the others after a couple of days, he’d been checking in to see how Claude was doing. They answered now and again, saying that he was still acting weirdly, explaining that they’d had to lock him in their house. It seemed a bit extreme, but he’d seen the way everyone had been acting at the club after dripping the stuff into their ears. All he knew was that he had no desire to try it himself, and he’d gone so far as to block any videos from Sexy and Scented.

As for Charles and Shelly, they stopped answering after another couple of days, something that certainly made Nick and his friends worried. They wouldn’t respond to any of their texts, and none of them lived close enough to the trio to make time and go check on them. Nick was considering taking a day off from work when finally, FINALLY, Charles texted them back. “Hey guys, so sorry we didn’t get back 2 u. We took a few days off to make sure clod was ok, but hez better now. So dunt worry, okey? C:”

It was... weird, it certainly didn’t read like one of Charles’ normal texts... but at least he had finally responded back. “Are you sure? You’re kind of texting weird, did you need one of us to swing by?”

“I already checked on them,” Martin texted, his response coming shortly on the heels of Charles’ text. “They’re ok, we had lotz of fun last night. See u 2 at the bar tonight?”

That didn’t exactly assuage Nick’s fears, they were both texting strangely, and Martin was normally rather meticulous about his texts. “Can’t make it tonight,” he texted back, feeling suddenly uncomfortable about meeting up with his friends. “Sorry.”

There was a pause before Shelly texted the group chat. “Cum oooonnnnn, Nick. We want to meet up, have lots of fun! We can laugh all nite, and we can have some fun. ;)”

Something was very wrong, Nick wasn’t sure what it was, but he was certain he didn’t want any of their “fun”. As if reading his mind, Nick’s phone started to buzz, and he saw that it was Brenda. “Something’s wrong,” she said, not bothering with pleasantries as he answered. “Think they took some of that strange shit?”

“I... don’t know, I don't think Charles or Shelly would try it but... shit, they’re acting really weird,” he said, biting his lip as he imagined his friends acting that strangely. “Martin too, I thought he was smarter than that to try something like that. He was the one that pointed out it was unlabeled!”

“Yeah...” Brenda said, sounding unsure herself, “let’s not go tonight. We might want to take some time and just take care of ourselves, maybe the others will clean up?” She paused, as if thinking about what to say next, “take care of yourself, Nick. Don’t answer anything from them, I think something is seriously wrong here.”

“No kidding,” Nick said with a dry laugh, and soon hung up. The others blew up the chat group until Nick had to block it, he felt rotten doing so, but something was very wrong. He wondered if there was someone he could call, maybe someone at Sexy and Scented who might have the answers? He attempted to look at their website, but they had a shockingly little amount of ways for customers to reach out to them aside from purchasing their supplies. So Nick decided to give up on it and enjoyed the rest of the day alone, concerned for his friends, wondering what had happened to them.

[c]***[/c]

[i]They laughed and laughed, fucking each others holes, any holes they could find, cumming, laughing, snorting, farting. They were filthy mutts, rolling around, sniffing each others pitts, asses, anywhere they could get their muzzles. They’d been surprised when Martin had walked in, looking concerned, holding some documents. Saying something about having run some tests on the Smeg-4-Brains, but they didn’t care about that! They wanted him to join their cackle, and so they helped him.

Clod and Shel held him down while Char came into one of his ears, soaking his brain with their rancid hyena cock juice. Martin screamed and tried to run away, but already he was hard as a rock as the cock juice soaked his brain. He came in his pants, unable to tear himself away as he fell on all fours. Shel was only too happy to let him suck her off as she shoved her sheathe into his face, his eyes wide, his cock so hard, and his mind being twisted into a smeg soaked sponge. He barely flinched as Clod shoved his hyena cock into one ear and Char the other, both spit roasting his ears as he started to change between them, cum running down the sides of his increasingly hairy face.

Mort could feel his intelligence being fucked away, but he found it hard to care as he was becoming a smeghead. He could feel the laughter in his head, so loud, images running rampant through his mind. His face shifted forward, swelling out into the face of a hyena, the same as those surrounding him, pounding away at his increasingly hairy ears that swelled and shifted. He moaned as he bit his lip, the flesh darkening there, his eyes growing hazy with each thrust of their thick cocks. His nostrils blackened and flattened, becoming a leathery hyena nostril that sniffed and snorted the heady air.

His clothes were torn away as his body shifted into that of a hyena, lean, energetic, ready for sex. His balls swelled and he started cumming all over the floor, he tried to remember why he’d come there in the first place... and then he remembered that he wanted to get fucked! Fucked like the dirty smeghead he was, fucking out all of those stupid thoughts, all he wanted to think about was smeg, and sex, and filth!

They had to figure out how to use phones again when the others texted them, they wanted them to join their cackle. They took turns using the phones, they were so difficult to use, their brains were so swollen with cum. Char found out how to sign onto youtube so they could watch Bristle, the father of them all, it was his nut that had made them! He told them to go find more people and make them smegheads too, and all it took was their cock juice!

The others stopped responding after a while to their texts, and it took them a while to realize that they wouldn’t be answering. Char was the smart one, he realized it first, after he’d taken a few shots to the ears. “We gotta go and find them,” he reasoned, making the others laugh as he grinned like a fool at his own intelligent remark.

None of them were wearing any clothing, save for collars. They’d gone to the pet store before Mort had gotten there to get the collars, it felt right, they were hyenas, they were mutts. Bristle wore a collar, so they would too. So all four of them, completely naked, started off into the night to find their friends. They were too focused on what they were doing to pay much heed to anyone else in the night, they needed to add their friends into their cackle, so they could start fucking and stinking too![/i]

[c]***[/c]

When Nick woke up, things felt... odd, he felt energetic, almost like he’d had too many coffees. He scratched the side of his head, dislodging some crusty stuff on the side of his head. His ear felt sore too, and all of that should have told him something was very wrong... but at that moment, he felt [b]amazing[/b]. He grinned wide as he jumped out of bed, barely noticing all of the scratch marks on his door as he walked out, his underwear tented as he walked through his apartment with a bubbly glee.

Everything suddenly seemed so nice, so pleasant, and he felt really [b]horny[/b]. He sat down on his toilet, having planned on going to the bathroom, and instead started to jerk off. [s]Were his balls heavier? Was his cock a bit darker? Was his pubic hair darker, thicker, almost more like fur?[/s] Everything just felt so good, he couldn’t believe how much better he felt! All that stress from yesterday was gone, he couldn’t even remember why he’d been so worried!

Cumming over himself and over the bathroom floor, Nick grinned as he pissed. [s]Though he couldn’t really seem to remember if he pissed on the floor or if he’d managed to piss inside of the toilet.[/s] He went to the kitchen to get a bite to eat, feeling super hungry, and ripping open a pack of bologna, stuffing it into his mouth as he picked up his phone. It felt harder to do than usual, it was so complicated, he wished it was as easy as laughing. Speaking of laughing, he laughed, it felt so good, so he did it again!

Managing to get the phone opened up, he found a text from... wow, it was hard to read phones, maybe he should just throw it again. But Nick managed to read it after a few tries and read it, realizing it was from Brenda. “Hey, Nick, you okay? I heard knocking at my door last night, and my windows. It really scared me, so I locked myself away in my attic. I think someone broke in... I think it might have been the others, I think I recognized their voices. Can you come over as soon as possible?”

Nick frowned, he couldn’t really understand why Brenda would hide, after all, he loved their friends! In fact, he wouldn’t mind if he [b]sucked their cocks, let them fill him up with their tasty cum, and maybe even piss on him![/b] He didn’t even remember taking his cock out of his underwear, he just started to jerk off again, cumming again, just as hard as the first time... no, it might’ve been even harder this time! His cock juice was darker, a bit sticky, he couldn’t help but lick it. [s]Something was desperately wrong, he knew it, he was smarter than this, and Brenda was scared![/s]

There was a knock at his door, and Nick walked over to open it. He could smell something strong, something rank, a heavy musk. [b]It smelled super sexy, he couldn’t wait to snort and sniff that delicious retched stink.[/b] When he opened the door, there were four hyenas standing there. [s]He was freaking out, these were the others, and they’d become freakish hyenas?![/s] They all started to laugh, and Nick couldn’t help himself, he started to laugh too. “Nick!” one of them barked, his voice more harsh now, his irises dark yellow marks in his eyes.

“Hey there! Come on in, guys, I was waiting for you!” Nick realized that he was still holding his cock in his hand, only in his underwear and a t-shirt. “God, you guys smell great!” he laughed, his laugh louder now, almost a cackle.

They didn’t wait, they pinned him down, and they started to fuck his ears. It hurt at first, their cocks were not supposed to fit into his small ears, but they were growing quickly to allow perfect access into his waiting head. His eyes closed as he leaned back and moaned, feeling them fill up his head, their tainted seed speeding up the change already in process. They’d been hoping to give Brenda a dose too, but they hadn’t found her, so they’d come back to find him. Nick’s ears swelled and grew furry as they blew their loads in his ears, fucked his still fleshy ass, made him suck their cocks and Shel’s sheathe.

[i]Things became more fuzzy, more blissful, Nick’s thoughts being blasted time and time again as his brain soaked in all of that delicious smeg. He moaned and came, again and again, taking load after loud, his laughter joining in with the others as he was turning into a hyena. His mouth popped and cracked, growing out, all the while laughing so loudly that it hurt his throat. He didn’t care, his cackle had come to help make him into one of them. He reeked of their cum, just as they did, his newly growing fur becoming coated and crusty with their juices.

Sex became everything, Nick found himself plowing asses, fucking different holes, his body shifting, changing, becoming filled with an incredible energy. He needed their juices in his ears, slurping up onto his brain, caking it in delicious smeg. He laughed and laughed, his nostrils dripping with hyena snot as he couldn’t help but find it all hilarious. Someone came to complain, but they were scared off when Char growled at them. The regular humans couldn’t see them as hyenas, but it didn’t matter, they reeked of wild animal.

When Nick finally managed to stand up, his body vibrated with energy, he grinned so wide that his mouth hurt. He felt good, they all felt good, it felt good to have smeg-4-brains, he didn’t have to think so hard. The others wanted to help turn Brenda, but they didn’t know where she was. It took him some thinking, but then he remembered that he did, he knew where she was. So they ran as a pack, cackling all the way, running through the streets, their cocks and sheathes flopping about, their eyes as wild as their laughter as they tore down road after road towards Brenda’s house.

Everyone who saw them run past either saw a group of naked people sprinting around, or a pack of filthy looking dogs. Nobody could agree, not that Nick or his Cackle cared, they laughed uproariously as they dripped all over the roads. They hit the door to Brenda’s house, already cracked and hanging ajar, and started to spread out throughout the house. Nick couldn’t remember clearly at first where she had hidden, his ears still dripping with fresh cream, his eyes glancing from side to side at a rapid pace. He couldn't remember where she was, but he was so horny, and he needed to stick his dick somewhere. His cock oozed and dripped onto the floor, his semen just as grody and corrupted as his Cackle’s.

The others got impatient, they started to fuck one another, Mort and Clod soon collapsing onto the floor as they started to fuck one another. Their high pitched whines and laughter filling the space, and Nick wanted to join in... but he knew Brenda was here, he could smell her. He lifted his nostrils, now blackening into the familiar nostrils of a hyena. The air was filled with the perfume of his fellow hyenas, his nipples and cock hardening at the stink, but he held it in. He had to fight through the haze, remembering what was happening... Brenda... she was... hiding upstairs.

Pulling away from the others, he bounded upstairs, his cock quivering, his eyes locking onto the door to the attic. He jumped with powerful legs and ripped at the cord hanging there, dislodging the hatch and bringing the ladder down. Behind him, the others were starting to realize something was happening, the sound of sex abating for the moment. The sound of Brenda’s panicked noises could be heard, and Nick tore up the stairs to see her starting towards a window. She was going to leave, he couldn’t let her leave, he needed her to join her laughter to their Cackle.

Before she was able to escape, Nick had bounded across the floor, laughing loudly as he knocked her to the ground. “It feels great, Brenda, you’ll love it too!” he laughed, his cock already starting to drip. She tried to argue with him, but he was so hard, and her brain wasn’t covered with his smeg yet. So he turned her head over, and started to pound her ear. The others came in behind her, laughing, cheering, snorting the air. Nick couldn’t help himself, he started to laugh as he came into her ear, the first shot of Smeg-4-Brains into her waiting ear.

Brenda soon went quiet as the cum crawled its way to her brain, as it had with all of them, fresh and warm from Nick’s cock. Her eyes widened and glazed over as it hit her brain, spreading throughout, dripping all over her clean thoughts. She laughed, she couldn’t help herself, her body suddenly blazed with the warmth of arousal. Her ear hurt, but it felt good, and Nick came again... and again, his black nuts bumping against the side of her suddenly fuzzy head.

Clod had to fight Nick to help get Brenda’s other ear open so he could start pounding, her laughter growing louder, becoming more of a cackle as she started to change. Shel was over excited at having another female hyena, so she started to make out with Bren, both of them sloppily kissing one another as Bren’s clothes started to tear. Nick had mindnumbing orgasm after orgasm, his mind blanking out with each busted nut, his face pulled into a constant unending grin. He had smeg on his brain, they all did, and he loved it. He hoped that he soon would have another shot to his brain, to keep him happy, to keep him stupid, to keep him horny.[/i]

[c]***[/c]

Stepping into the club, Jason was certain he didn’t belong here. The bouncer was... weird, his eyes had a dazed expression, he was constantly grinning, giggling to himself. He had seemed especially pushy when he’d seen Jason, making sure that he got inside of the club as soon as possible. Everyone in line was strange too, they all... smelled, it was a spicy odor, almost a musky scent. He felt like he’d chosen the wrong bar to hit that night, but he’d waited in line for like twenty minutes, so he might as well grab a drink before hopping bars.

Inside, everyone was... weird, a little hazy, there was something in the air that hurt Jason’s eyes. He couldn’t focus on anyone for too long, they all were laughing though, the air was filled with the noise. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought that he had entered a comedy club, not a bar for a more gothic crowd. He did see that almost everyone was wearing chokers... or, well, if he was being more honest, they were collars. It almost gave him the vibe of a BDSM club, not his scene, but he wasn’t inherently opposed to it. “Maybe... I should just bounce...” he mumbled to himself, looking around for where the bar was.

After getting a look around, he saw that it was on the opposite side of the throng of bodies in the middle of the room. He couldn’t look at them for too long, Jason got the strange impression that... it was almost like an orgy? The entire place was giving him a headache, and he was certain he was getting strange looks from everyone. But he took a steadying breath and started towards the bar, only to be stopped halfway by six people. They surrounded him, looking him up and down with predatory smiles, their eyes were glazed, and they smelled... bad. “Look here, guys,” one giggled, reaching down and scratching his nutsack... no, Jason was certain he was wearing clothes... right?

“He smells like he hasn’t gotten to try smeg-4-brains yet, Nick,” a girl giggled, reaching up to readjust her hairy breasts, her eyes boring into Jason. Why did he suddenly have the impression that he was being surrounded by wild dogs?

“He’ll love it, we all do,” another guy growled, his voice deep and husky, his fur matted and mussed with dried stains of something.

“Hey... uh, I need to... go that way,” Jason said meekly, pointing past them.

“No you don’t,” the other girl said, leaning in and sniffing him, her nostrils flaring as she leaned uncomfortably close to his groin. “He’s a virgin, he doesn’t smell like he’s put his cock in anything else.”

“I love virgins,” one of the guys said, his eyes wide, his dark lips pulled back in a huge grin. “ICan I give him a shot of smeg-4-brains?”

“Of course, Char, I did the last one,” the main male said, pinching his nipple as they all drew in closer. Jason was terrified, he yelled for help, but nobody in the club stepped up to help him. He was pushed tot he ground, his ear was penetrated, and he [i]got the hottest rush of his life as a hot creamy load slid down his ear, penetrating his brain, making him orgasm on the spot as his every sense was filled with rancid cock juice.[/i]

Bristle watched from the bar, grinning widely as he took a drink of his beverage, a whisky mixed with the bartender’s greasy cock juice. He took a deep sniff of the air, smelling the orgy, the unwashed bodies of the hyenas, and he stroked himself. He could see one group indoctrinating a new hyena, fucking his ears, his mouth, and soon his ass. He considered standing up and going over to join them... but thought better, he had things to do, as fun as it would be. He pulled a vial of Smeg-4-Brains from his pocket and slid it down his hairy ear, his eyes rolling back as he got a fresh shot of his own juices.

Standing upright in more ways than one, Bristle grinned as he started towards the back of the bar. He had another video to record, and maybe today he would invite some of his loyal hyenas in to help him out. They would be posting up some fresh videos of him sticking his cock in some furry ears for promo videos of their new pornos, after all, they were a constantly evolving brand at Sexy & Scented, and he was proud to be one of the most outgoing influencers of the brand. Off in the distance, he heard a new voice joining the laughter of the Cackle, and he added his voice to the howl of joy.