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This Could be Us but You Playing

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Every effort had been taken to push back the sweltering heat. Two separate box fans circulated air around the bedroom and a large sheet had been draped over the window, the white fabric reflecting a fair amount of sunlight back out of the house while diffusing some and filling the space with a warm creamy glow. The two young men sat on the floor, stripped down to boxer shorts and t-shirts. Cody, to whom the bedroom belonged, was reclined against the foot of his bed. Calloused fingers strummed the strings of an old guitar while the filtered light made his ginger colored hair look like smoldering embers. The natural waves had been worked into spikes with a bit of fringe in the front while unkempt sideburns made triangles on the back corners of his jaw.

Sitting foot to foot was another young man, Kazuo. He preferred to be sitting in Cody's lap whenever he could, but given the heat and Cody's perpetual music practice he was content to let their soles touch. Kazuo's black hair had recently been bleached and dyed a rich burgundy color that complimented his umber tan. Kazuo's maroon brown eyes glinted with the light reflecting off the surface of the CDs he sorted through, a wry grin on his lips as he studied his boyfriend's handwriting scrawled on each one.

“So these are mix tapes?" Kazuo asked hesitantly. Cody's plump, thick lips puckered slightly at the comment.

“Dude, those are discs… Tapes have like, tapes." Cody said, still not missing a note on his guitar. Kazuo nodded a little.

“Yes, but in the modern age we have spotify." Kazuo said. Cody's reddish brown eyebrows furrowed a little.

“My car only takes CDs, I want to listen to music when I drive." he complained.

“They do make Bluetooth adapters." Kazuo smirked, leaning over to kiss Cody's cheek and then nuzzle it, feeling the pleasant softness of his sideburn. Cody did stop playing that time, turning his head to meet his boyfriend's kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues began to dance together. When the kiss broke and Cody returned to his playing, Kazuo reached over to grab his sketchbook. He filtered through the pages and past dozens of drawings of Cody, finding the one he was still working on. He grabbed his pencils and began to draw the graphite across the page, adding darker lines on Cody's ears to imagine him with piercings. It was one possible future among many, a happily ever after that Kazuo couldn't wait to experience.

[9 Months Later]

The streets hissed with the sound of tires churning through freezing water as cars passed by. Icicles glistened in the pale twilight of the winter afternoon while rivulets ran down the old brick walls before collecting in murky puddles that spanned the gritty sidewalk. It was another grim, frigid winter day in a long string of them. Even Kazuo's hair was now a dull periwinkle color, his tawny skin pale from the cold. It would have been the perfect day to stay inside where it was warm, but Kazuo had to see. His maroon eyes looked up at the one source of warmth on the entire city block; the glowing backlit poster mounted to the old brick wall, a poster showcasing Cody and his band, 'Sons of Sin', live in concert.

Kazuo had felt the stabbing pain of being dumped, the burning rage of resentment, the cold ache of loneliness. After so many months he thought he would have been numb to it, maybe even healing from the rejection… and yet here he was, braving the elements, looking at the picture of the man that had dropped him the second he was an inconvenience. There was little other explanation than Kazuo was a glutton for punishment. Rather than heading home, he walked up the block and opened the old, heavy door to the theater.

Even with sound baffling, specially designed crown molding and half a dozen doors between the lobby and the stage, Kazuo could hear and feel the music. It was electric, thrilling, captivating… everything that Cody had once possessed magnified a hundred fold. The Theater itself was a bit aged, retrofit to the modern age. Two employees worked to prepare beers for the fans at intermission and an entire wall of spirits covered metal shelves from floor to ceiling. Kazuo walked up to the counter, putting on his best smile. The closest employee, a Brazilian boy with frizzy, thick hair came over, his green eyes sparkling.

“What can I get you, sir?" he asked. Kazuo couldn't help but smile a little at that given the fact they were practically the same age.

“Whatever your most expensive dark beer is., in a bottle." Kazuo said.

“Of course, sir, I'll just need to see ID." The concession clerk smiled. Kazuo nodded and reached into his pocket. He withdrew his wallet, then his ID, putting it on the counter. When the employee reached for it, Kazuo put his hand on the employee's. The young man's back stiffened as if an electric current was passing through him. He turned his head and looked at Kazuo, seeing the other man's eyes shift from maroon to red. Kazuo licked his lower lip gently.

“The ID says I'm over the age of twenty one and I already paid you." Kazuo said.

“Of course, sir." The Brazilian boy murmured. Kazuo glanced over at the employee's co-worker, realizing that he hadn't noticed the exchange. Kazuo looked back to the man whose hand he was touching.

“Confess your feelings for him, let your love blossom." Kazuo said.

“Thank you, sir…" The employee said. Kazuo let go and the employee wobbled slightly. By the time Kazuo had returned his ID and wallet to his pocket, the bottle of dark beer was on the counter in front of him and the clerk was smiling sheepishly, an erection forming in his pants. Kazuo smiled, bowing his head as he accepted the beer. He turned and headed for the doors that led from the lobby to the theater proper, only to be stopped by a very large man with shoulder length dreadlocks. He looked down at Kazuo shrewdly.

“I'm just heading back in after getting some air." Kazuo said with a smile. The bouncer nodded.

“Then you won't mind showing me your ticket, then… This being a sold out show after all." The bouncer said, his voice deep and resonant. Kazuo grinned a little wider. Kazuo made a show of searching his pockets and looking surprised.

“You don't remember me from before?" He asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do not." The bouncer said. Kazuo nodded a little, looking left and right before looking back up at the bouncer.

“You're right… of course. I was invited here by the singer, Cody, but… not to see the show. I'm sort of his personal guest for the after party." Kazuo whispered. The bouncer considered for a long moment, looking down at the bottle of dark beer. He ran a tongue along his teeth for a moment.

“What's his spot?" the bouncer asked. Kazuo was a bit surprised by this response. It was not a yes, a no, a rebuff or a rebuke… It was some sort of riddle? What was Cody's spot? Kazuo backed up mentally. He'd essentially confessed to being a boy toy for the singer and the bouncer, someone who worked for the band, was asking for something to indicate he was on the level. What was Cody's spot… Spot for what? Surely the bouncer wouldn't be asking about any sort of g-spot, but something his casual boyfriends would know… Then it hit him. What was the one spot that Cody couldn't resist? The one spot he melted when it got attention?

“The left side of his neck, just enough until it stings… and then a little more." Kazuo said. The bouncer gave a soft grunt at that.

“To be young." he mumbled before he grabbed the door and opened it up, letting Kazuo in. Kazuo sped forward, unimpeded and without the aid of magic this time. He only made it a few steps inside before the music began to wash over him. Those sad, bitter maroon eyes rose up, scanning the stage until they took everything in.

Cody stood at the front of the stage, fingers working his guitar. He'd grown out his orange hair over the last few months, letting it take on a limp mohawk that fell down over the right side of his face. His arms were more muscled, his left shoulder sporting multicolored flames. To his right was the bassist, a nineteen year old prodigy whose straight brown hair fell all the way down to the tip of his nose, leaving the button point and the fuzz of an adolescent mustache visible. Behind them both was the drummer, his bald head glistening in the stage lights in contrast to the very thick, very bushy chinstrap beard that hugged his lantern jaw. The three of them were going full force, entrancing the hundreds and hundreds of young men and women that filled the chairs and the open floor space along the stadium seating.

Kazuo moved down the aisle, his lips starting to move, but not with the lyrics of the song he knew so well. His lips were uttering ancient words that had been pulled from ancient texts. He wove them together into a string, a string that began to manifest as purple energy that coiled and spiraled around the beer bottle. The magic sank down through the glass, infusing the liquid within. Kazuo used ancient tongues to encapsulate his wrath and anger, the justice he sought, the revenge for Cody dumping him. As Kazuo got to the base of the stage, he looked up to see the hot, bright stage lights glowing through Cody's sideburns and the fuzz on his shoulders, seeing him belting out the lyrics with every ounce of charisma and poise he had.

Kazuo turned, walking off stage right. He pushed through the doors and let them close behind him. The music dropped by half, muffled but not blocked. Kazuo ducked down under the velvet rope that separated the theater's green rooms from the general public and headed down the hallway. It had almost been too easy, but sometimes the universe bent towards justice.

****

The fact that the cheer of the crowd lasted after the band went backstage was impressive, but what fed Cody was the chanting that came rolling through the theater's thick walls like the heartbeat of their generation. 'Sons of Sin, Sons of Sin, Sons of Sin.' It coursed through Cody's veins from his brain to his dick. While most of the equipment had been left on the stage for the roadies to deal with, Cody rested the guitar against the wall just off to one side, never wanting to be too far from it.

The drummer proceeded over to the green room's couch and collapsed down on it, sprawling his immense height across every cushion and allowing his arms and feet to dangle off the ends. The bassist, meanwhile, moved over to the table on the back wall, seemingly appraising the gift baskets and snacks that had been left despite the fact that his bangs were so long that he couldn't possibly see through them. His mustache fuzz-covered lip curved into a grin as he came across a bottle of sour gummy candies and he popped them into his mouth, teeth gnashing through them all.

“Anything for me over there Damien?" Cody asked curiously. The bassist licked his teeth before he let out a soft grunt.

“Nasty ass dark beer?" he commented, picking up the solitary bottle from Cody's end of the table. Cody murmured, moving over eagerly.

“I always loved dark beer." Cody said, pulling out his keychain to pop the cap off of it.

“Why?" The drummer asked, reached up to rub the top of his smooth scalp.

“It's dark like his soul, Lance." Damien grinned wickedly. The drummer merely tutted.

“Don't you know, kid? Gingers don't have souls?" Lance grinned without opening his eyes, reaching down to adjust his groin before sinking down lower into the couch. Damien continued to nibble his way through their gift baskets, leaving Cody to slowly make his way over to a chair in the corner. Without sitting down, he tipped the bottle of beer back and took a swig. Normally he would have taken two or three gulps, but the flavor was particularly potent. He pulled it back and exhaled a sigh.

“That's good stuff, reminds me of…" Cody murmured before trailing off. Lance opened one eye for a moment, looking at Cody. When Cody didn't finish his thought he closed it again. The guitarist took another long drink, closing his eyes. His long orange hair brushed the top of his shoulder, hanging heavy and thick. The beer was rich with the flavor of chocolate and coffee and currants, the distillation of the sort of dive bars he'd performed in before he'd hit it big, before he'd… he'd what? People didn't usually drink in order to remember, but that was exactly what Cody was trying to do. He tipped the bottle back and began to guzzle it down as if it would help him remember.

His throat bobbed as he drained the dark amber liquid into his gut. Lance slowly sat back up and Damien watched, his jaw hanging open in surprise, a gummy worm halfway to his lips. Cody was nearly done draining the liquid, his lips wrapped around the stem of the bottle like a suckling infant. When the last drops drained into his mouth and there was no more to pull, his fingers relaxed. The dark brown bottle toppled to the floor, landing not with a crash but with a clink. It bounced once and rolled into the corner of the room. Cody stood there, panting. His head was throbbing, his heart racing. Sweat started to bead up across his brow, his shoulders, running down his back.

“Dude, are you alright?" Lance asked.

“I… I don't know what hawpened." Cody said, his voice cracking a little. His brow furrowed. “What hawwpened." he repeated, his voice cracking in the same spot. “Haww!" he brayed suddenly, his hand shooting up to his face. Damien's grin grew even wider.

“Oh, here it goes…" He muttered. Lance sprung to his feet, coming over to rest a hand on Cody's shoulder. As soon as the drummer touched Cody's skin, he yanked his hand away again.

“Dude, you're burning up!" he said. Cody looked around, chest heaving with breath. He clutched and clawed at his shirt before he yanked it off and bolted for the door, bursting through. The air in the hallway was cooler but it wasn't cool enough. The chanting had finally ended, the roar of the crowds turning into the sea of conversation as they filtered out of the venue. Cody licked the roof of his mouth, finding it so incredibly dry. He had to cool down, he had to get air. He ran the other direction, heading for the back of the theater. He hoped there was no fire alarm or security alert as he pushed through. The old door creaked and groaned but it let Cody stumble out into the night's air, a blessed chill coming to his burning hot skin. He stood there for a moment, feeling the heat ebb… but a tickle started. It began on his upper lip, spreading outward. It was an itch, an insignificant sensation compared to the near meltdown he'd almost had.

Cody reached up to brush it, but his finger froze as it found fuzz that had not been there mere moments ago. He ran his fingers left to right, then right to left. Fuzz, a fair amount of it… Had he been contaminated by Damien touching the bottle and grown a second hand adolescent stache? That couldn't be right… and as the itching spread across Cody's shoulders and down his chest, he knew it wasn't. He reached around, rubbing himself, finding more and more of the pale rusty orange brown fuzz. Worst of all, everywhere he touched sent ripples of pleasure through his body. He moaned and murmured, confused and dismayed.

“What is Haww! HAWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!" Cody brayed uncontrollably, hands going to his mouth to try and trap the sound. As he felt his face, his teeth felt odd and numb, warm and soft, almost as if they were molten for a moment. As his tongue swept up to see what was wrong, tit found unfamiliar terrain. His teeth were even and flat, blunted and uniform, just a bit too big. The fuzz that had started on his upper lip trailed down his cheeks, connecting to the rather ample triangle shaped sideburns he'd sported since he was sixteen. The fuzz spread down his chin as well, joining stubble sprouting from his throat. Cody was beside himself, standing in the alley in only his pants and shoes. He looked up at the full moon, then down at the thickening T shaped fuzz spreading across his chest. He reached a hand down to rub at it, freezing when he saw that his fingernails had turned dark and thick,spreading outward and tipping his fingers in miniature hoof-like caps.

“Fuck… What the fuck?" he whispered, glad that that particular phrase didn't trigger the braying. His relief was short-lived. A sudden wrenching pain arced up his back, his spine feeling as if his vertebrae had been stretched and then compressed like an accordion. Longer, shorter, longer, shorter. He doubled over, falling onto the hard cement on his knees. His back rippled and throbbed before it bristled with rust colored fur. It sprouted along his spine at first before branching out in tendrils that coiled and curved around his ribs, taking root into the fur that ran from his chest to his groin. Cody groaned and roared before he started braying again, throwing his head back as his ears stretched into points. The ribs and ridges melted away, the cartilage a uniform brace to keep the teardrop shape as it stretched taller and higher on his head.

The street noise of the city grew muffled and mute, his head burning with an unholy fire. The shaved side of his head felt like something was crawling along it while his mane of hair parted and shifted, something combing its way upward. He felt a wriggle, a heavy dense numbness near the top of his skull, a delving cold plumbing the depths back into his head before the sounds of the world came crashing in again. Tall equine ears twitched and flicked from higher on his skull. The guitarist was breathing through his mouth, the cold air passing over flat teeth that were too big for his head… at least at the moment. As he breathed, as he inhaled and exhaled, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw began to ache. Little by little, his jaw began to push forward. What had been fuzz became fur, growing denser and thicker every centimeter his mouth elongated.

Cody's nostrils flared, suddenly able to smell every one of the thousand scents in the alleyway. The flesh around the nostrils became tougher and more leathery as the fuzz grew over the bridge of his ever expanding, widening nose. His eyebrows darkened against the lighter fur as it covered his forehead. The smooth shaved side of his head bristled with the fur, blending it all in uniformly. His shoulders popped and his muscles bulged, biceps and triceps expanding beneath the velvet covered skin, making him look more like a beast of burden. He groaned hard and tried to curl his toes in pain, but the toes weren't responding, at least not correctly. The sudden attention forced his appendage to swell and bloat, pressing against shoes that had already become conspicuously tight.

The pleather snapped and stitches popped. He'd gone without socks, much to the complaint of Lance, and the fleshy feet that emerged were anything but human. Bones popped, sinews stretched, cartilage reformed. The same inky black chitinous coating that had grown from his fingernails spread over his toes. They were armor plated, forced into a new configuration. From the brutal pain came an almost hypnotic pleasure. The fire and sting disappeared, left with a dull, pleasant throbbing. His feet continued to reshape into hooves… hooves that grew bigger and wider and fuller and heavier and taller. Every time they grew, Cody let out a louder and louder moan.

His hoof tipped fingers clawed at his pants, fumbling the button free, then yanking the fly apart. He pawed at his boxers, gasping as he brushed his already erect manhood. Blood was rushing in rapidly. With the pain ebbing some, Cody reached out with one hand to grab the edge of a dumpster. He pulled himself up slowly with that outstretched arm, the other plaintively brushing his very sensitive cock. As Cody rose onto his thick, wide hooves, he shuddered and a wet spot seeped through his boxers. Another surge of pops and snaps came as Cody's face elongated forward into a muzzle, the jaw broad and the nostrils wide. His ears twitched before he pushed his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop.

The full moon washed over thick, round, pert furry ass cheeks. A wriggling, twitching appendage was already snaking down between the cheeks and now it flung itself wildly around as it grew longer and longer, looking like a velvet covered whip. As impressive as his ass was, however, Cody couldn't bring his eyes to anything other than his dick - his beautiful, fat, full dick. It stood before him, aching and hard, as proud as it ever was…, But as much as the rest of the change had struck him, Cody welcomed this. He began to stroke his cock with one hooflette tipped hand, letting the hard and soft parts graze the sensitive flesh. He threw his muzzled head back, his tail lengthening and dropping behind him.

“This is really HAWWpening… I want it to HAWWW!" Cody groaned, spurning on his own change. The words acted like a spell, making his dick stretch suddenly an inch, then two more. His thick lips curled back in pleasure as he wobbled on his hooves. He grinned mischievously. “HAWWW! HAWWWWW! HEEEHAWWWW!" he brayed, nearly screaming out as his cock added on three more inches, then four, bloating wider and wider. The sudden and accelerated growth stretched the skin painfully tight, the pressure twisting and contorting. The mushroom shaped head suddenly blunted, pulled flat by the tight skin. Despite the pressure, the tip flared out in width, creating a thick lip. Another bulge began to bloat outward about half way down the length, though it felt firmer like some kind of bone.

Cody was nearly blurry eyed from the potent mix of pleasure and pain. He looked down at his huge rod. He was hung like a horse, easily able to add a second hand to his length and still have room to spare. The skin was darker than he expected. In fact, it seemed to be darkening by the second… As more and more blood rushed in, it turned from a reddish pink to purple, then black. The dark color started in mottled splotches but the splotches spread outward, taking over the flat equine tip, the thick shaft, the medial ring, and eventually the base. His balls were already covered by the rust colored fur. In fact, pretty much everything was. His long whip-like tail swung behind him, the end tipped with an orange tassel of hair.

Cody stood there, admiring himself… all seven feet of donkey deliciousness. He had grown into his mane, though he might never grow into his dick. He looked at his shoulder, seeing a faint discoloration in the fur that hinted at his tattoo. He was tall, musclebound, fit and horny as hell. If his fans liked him before, they were going to adore him now. He grinned happily and started to reach down to see if he could angle his dick up enough to suck it. He'd made it about half way to his mouth when there was the sound of something clattering across the ground. Cody looked up to see a young man with hair the color of the night sky and maroon eyes filled with rage.

“No…" Kazuo whispered, “You're not supposed to like this! This was a curse! This was to punish you!" Kazuo all but screamed, his fingers digging into his palms as he clutched them so tightly it hurt. He was shaking and trembling, having watched Cody's corruption from the end of the alleyway. Cody looked up, his donkey muzzle trying to form words.

“Curse?" Cody whispered, “This is… I can't ever thank you enough, this feels amazing, it feels like-" Cody was cut off by a scream.

“Shut up! Shut up…" Kazuo's scream broke into fragments as he fell forward onto his knees, the cold biting at the holes in the knees of his pants as the asphalt scraped his skin. Cody's brows creased and fell, his tail twitching, his ears drooping slightly.

“You're…" he murmured, “You're not supposed to be sad…" He whispered. Kazuo let out a bitter laugh, lowering down until his warm forehead was on the cement. Cody took a step forward, then another, moving towards this strange person that had given him such an amazing gift. Cody reached Kazuo and crouched down, wrapping a furry, muscled arm around him. Kazuo burst out crying, his body shaking, crying as he was pulled against the guitarist's body. Kazuo melted against him, molding to the other like he had so many times, his head instinctively finding the crook of Cody's neck like a bird coming home to nest,

An electric jolt burned through Cody's body as he felt Kazuo's lips touch the sensitive spot on his neck. A wall of ice came crashing down in his mind as all of the memories of that summer came rushing back in a deluge. He remembered their kissing, their cuddling, their nervous first time having sex and the far sexier times that followed. He remembered going to the movies, shopping, flirting shamelessly in public and rocking out to music in the car. Tears began to leak from his eyes, running down his furry cheeks as he felt the hole in his heart filling back up again… and then he remembered the man that had offered to make his dreams come true, the man that had offered him a deal that had launched his career.

“I… oh my god, Kazuo… I'm… I'm so sorry…" Cody whispered, “I never should have done it, I signed away my soul and I lost you…" Cody whispered, clinging to his boyfriend, to his lover. Kazuo slowly looked up, the fire having drained out of his maroon eyes.

“What do you mean you signed away your soul?" Kazuo whispered. Cody shuddered, half from the memory of what had happened and half from the fact that his donkey dick was still aching for release.

“This agent came up to me and…. I mean, he was putting together a band, said he already had some talent but he needed a front man. He wouldn't charge as much as anyone else but he wanted me to sign away my soul. I thought he was joking. When I signed the contract I… forgot… I lost the best part of myself, you." Cody whispered. Kazuo didn't know what to say. He looked up at the ass he'd made of his boyfriend, still finding him rather attractive. Kazuo reached up and gently scratched the thick, bushy orange sideburn that grew out of his rust colored fur. Cody leaned down, bringing his muzzle to Kazuo's lips before a huge donkey tongue plunged deep into Kazuo's mouth.

Kazuo's dick hardened almost instantly as he felt how full and thick and powerful Cody's tongue was, only imagining what it could do. He shuddered and shivered at it before he broke the kiss, his nipples so hard they were hurting in his shirt. He reached up to caress Cody's cheek again fondly.

“We should go back inside, maybe somewhere a little more private? I think we have a lot to work out." Kazuo said. Cody nodded, rising back to his hooves before he moaned softly. A thick, syrupy string of precum began to drool from his massive donkey dick.

“Do you think you could do whatever you did... And make me even bigger?" Cody asked hopefully. Kazuo reached out, running his soft hand along Cody's long, long shaft. Cody moaned louder and a thick squirt of pre launched out, landing in a wet glob on the street.

“Think you could handle that, stud?" Kazuo asked.

“Fuck going somewhere private…" Cody grunted before he grabbed Kazuo and pulled him close. With the deft hands of a trained musician, Cody used one hand to guide Kazuo onto his tiptoes to kiss him again, but he used the other to feed his long shaft downwards, plunging past the waistband of his boyfriend's pants. As the sensitive club squeezed down the confines of his partner's trousers, he let the dam holding back go all at once. A hot, wet flood erupted, soaking Kazuo in donkey jizz instantly. It coated the shorter man's dick and balls, soaking through his pants and running down his legs. The cum grew yellower and thicker as it came in volley after volley, soaking Kazuo's pants through and collecting into his shoes until it oozed up over the edges.

“Cody!" Kazuo moaned in surprise, feeling his cum slicked dick starting to swell and stretch, pressing outward and down, tugging his pants lower and lower as it grew.

“We're together again Kaz, I have all my memories back, I won't leave you again." Cody whispered, leaning in to use his donkey muzzle to rub and lick and nibble Kazuo's neck. Kazuo felt weak in the knees, then the feet as they started to stretch and swell and grow. Cody slipped his arms under his lover's armpits, supporting him. Kazuo's shoes began to fray and stretch, warping and popping before they came apart. Excess semen rushed over them in rivulets to form a pearlescent puddle in the street. Kazuo's shapely, perfect feet were growing wider at the heels, the arch flattening, the toes popping as the flesh webbed them together and then tightened, locking them in place. His ivory toenails turned brown and then black, nourished by the cum as they began to coat the toes in the same armor like hooves Cody had.

Inch by inch, Kazuo's perfect butt cheeks were exposed to the moonlight. All at once, thousands of tiny gray hairs poked through the soft skin, bristling and lengthening. His ass cheeks slowly pried apart, revealing his hole. The flesh was slowly swelling, growing darker, undulating with need. The gray fur began to sweep down the back of his legs, curling around the curve of his thighs, spreading down his ankles and ending right where his hooves started. His lightly tanned dick had pushed his pants down but it wobbled upwards as it continued to harden and thicken, stretching longer than it ever had before.

“Bray for me, baby… Let it out…" Cody whispered, starting to lick Kazuo's ear before his tongue plunged into the hole. Kazuo's eyes clenched shut. He trembled, feeling what he had longed for, for so long but also the tainted magic coursing through his lower half.

“H… Haww!" Kazuo said before gasping. His back arched and he only remained upright because of Cody. The sound had sent a surge from his teeth to his cock. “Hawww!" he said again, groaning out as his teeth blunted, his ears stretched into points and his cock surged outward a good inch. Cody grinned at that, looking down at Kazuo's furry gray legs and his swelling dinner plate sized hooves. Fur bristled out across plump, heavy balls. He was turning into a handsome stud, but Cody wanted Kazuo to join him all the way.

With a little more determination than he'd shown in their relationship, Cody stepped around Kazuo and pushed him up against the dumpster. Kazuo was already panting, his hands bracing on the cold metal for support, his pants around his ankles. Cody stepped up behind his boyfriend, took his donkey dick in both hands and let loose. A torrent of thick, gooey yellow pearl cum spurted out, splattering across Kazuo's lower back, running down the cleft of his ass cheeks. Cody moved his dick side to side, coating him liberally. The fur grew thicker and softer, all the color of ash. The hungry hole that had been forming darkened to black rubber, pulsating. Kazuo let out a moan as a painful pressure built and built from his pelvis until the tender flesh shifted and a wriggling nub pried itself free, already coated in the gray velvet.

Cody's hooves clipped and clopped on the cement as he walked up, pressing the huge, blunt, flared head of his equine shaft to Kazuo's hole. To both of their surprises, Kazuo's pucker fluttered, spreading wide to encompass the dick before newly formed muscles began to tug and pull and suck. Cody gasped as he was all but yanked forward. Kazuo began to drool as he felt six inches of donkey dick pulled into him, then eight, then ten, then twelve. He was impaled on it, feeling it rearrange his guts, spearing into him so deep. Cody shuddered, running a hand up and down Kazuo's ribs as the gray fur climbed up on either side, spreading across his back and shoulders, seeping up his stomach. Keeping only one hand on the dumpster, Kazuo reached down to wrap his hands around his surprisingly heavy, dense, dark dick. It felt like some kind of sex toy except that it was his, and it was still growing.

It took some work but Cody pulled back, leaving just enough in so Kazuo's ass was able to pull him back inside again. The two men grunted as they slammed together again. Cody licked his lips and began to thrust, pulling back and slamming forward, rocking Kazuo's body with each meeting of their bodies. Kazuo was slowly getting stronger, able to support himself. His thighs and glutes were bulging with new muscle, his knees reshaping slightly to support extra weight, his hooves glistening in the moonlight. Kazuo's fingers burned and stung as his nails hardened and stretched into little hoof caps to each finger. The fur swept across his chest, his pectoral muscles swelling beneath the velveteen coating, his nipples darkening like black diamonds in the night.

Cody began to grunt and moan, thrusting faster and harder, feeling the medial ring of his donkey dick popping in and out and in and out. Kazuo's virgin tail had stretched around Cody's hip, descending downward in a long extension as black fur erupted from the tip.

“That's the stuff…" Cody moaned, “I want you bad, stud, I need you… I wanna fuck you over and over until my cum replaces your brain." Cody grunted.

“I think… you were… always the… cum slut…" Kazuo panted between thrusts, grinning a bit despite the fact that he felt like his lips were spread over too much teeth.

“I think we can both be the sluts now, lover." Cody said before he groaned, throwing his head back to bray again. As he did, a hot sticky rush began to balloon inside of Kazuo's gut. Kazuo gasped and fell back against his lover's chest, unable to restrain himself.

“HAWWW! HEEHAWWW! HEEEHAWWW!" Kazuo brayed. Each time the sound left his lips, more of his humanity drained away. The flesh coating his manhood quickly darkened from a tawny gold to a jet black. The length surged outward, stretching so fast it blunted the mushroom shaped tip to the flared monstrosity his boyfriend brandished. A medial ring forced its way out through the tight skin and veins bulged with every heartbeat. The fur grew longer in Kazuo's pits, turning from gray to black, leaving them distinctly marked. Likewise, the fur around his black dick was still dark, giving him the impression of having a very untrimmed bush. Without even being able to see it, it was as if Kazuo could sense it. He reached around and began to run his hands through the coarse hair, squeezing and petting it before he added his hand to Kazuo's huge horse meat.

The two swayed and thrust, bucking and rocking, their smooth movements becoming ragged. Cody grinned, licking Kazuo's ear as it stretched to a taller and taller point. The complex ribs and ridges melted away and the ears began their migration up the sides of his skull, taking on their new positions. Cody could feel more than hear the bones shifting in Kazuo's face as his mouth and nose began to elongate into a muzzle. The gray fur swept up his throat and neck, creasing across his cheeks and chin. It circled his mouth, then his eyes, closing swiftly across his forehead before coming down his broadening, flat nose. His shag of periwinkle hair remained untouched, just a little more blue than the fur on his body. His fine features disappeared, replaced by the long muzzle of a donkey.

Three hands worked Kazuo's massive dick, stroking and squeezing, admiring its impressive and heavy girth. Kazuo's belly was starting to stretch and round with all the cum that was pouring into him from the massive pillar of a dick buried in his ass. His tail flicked, his ears twitched, his eyes slipped shut. Kazuo felt enveloped in warmth despite the bitter icy night. He'd cursed his boyfriend and in turn cursed himself, but was the cost of that punishment that they were united again? They had made asses of themselves, but they were together… and love was beautiful. It was as if his body had personified the unspoken feelings he'd been grappling with. His ass had been hungry for Cody and now it gobbled him up. They were a united whole again, and Kazuo felt every ounce of bitterness and jealousy and loneliness boil away, sizzling like sweat on a hot summer's day.

“HEEHAWWW!" Kazuo brayed outward as his huge dick suddenly lurched, sputtering out the last of his human cum before following it with an endless stream of donkey jizz. The thick, sloppy corrupted cum spattered down the side of the dumpster, dribbling to the ground, running down the cracks and crevices of the asphalt before joining the tick puddle that Cody had let loose. The two furry donkey men embraced each other, mounted truly and well in the moonlight, feeling a new sense of contentment that had rekindled their old love and taken it to an entirely new level.

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Some might have termed the walk back to the green room a walk of shame, but Kazuo found it very hard not to feel elated as he felt his body weight pressing down on his new hooves, his long, heavy cock swaying with his confident stride. Even his donkey tail was swaying back and forth over his plump, full ass. As amazing as Kazuo felt, Cody looked even more handsome… as Kazuo had always felt he was. Cody strode back into the green room as if he owned the place - at least until he saw his band mates.

Lance was still sprawled over the couch, but his body was covered in a fine gray fur. It was uniformly short across his entire body, making his thick chinstrap beard stand out more. His nose was upturned and crooked, the large nostrils looking almost pear like. His tall, narrow ears were even longer than Cody's and a thick leathery membrane was folded up behind him, connecting his arms to his ribs. Thick curved talons extended from his feet. Cody blinked a few times, trying to make sure his drummer really was a bat.

When Cody had stopped, Kazuo bumped into the back of him, looking up to see the bassist grinning from behind his curtain of hair. A long, spade tipped tail was swaying back and forth behind him as he stirred his hot cocoa. A forked tongue ran over sharp teeth and two flesh colored horns stuck up through his mop of hair. His toes ended in claws as well, though the claws on his fingers still seemed a bit short and blunt. Damien seemed to be as intrigued by the sheer amount of dick in the room as he was in his own hot beverage.

“There they are… There they all are…." A voice dripped from the doorway. Cody and Kazuo spun around to see a very tall, very large man dominating the narrow aperture that led into the green room. His big bushy black beard was nearly as wide as his shoulders were, dropping down over a pressed suit jacket down to his waist. The beard was so thick that a small portion down the front had been braided into its own plait. Solid black eyes glittered with satisfaction and gray ribbed horns curved up from his forehead. Every finger had a ring on it and a much thicker spade tipped tail grew out from his backside, curving down and back almost like a crocodile.

“Is that your agent?" Kazuo murmured. Cody nodded slowly.

“I think you'll find I now represent all of you…." The bearded demon smiled, “After all, you are all the Sons of Sin." he grinned.

“Kazuo didn't sign any contract!" Cody said. The demon tilted his head one way and then the other non-committaly.

“You signed over your soul to me in return for success, did you not?" The demon asked, walking into the room slowly, taloned feet clicking on the floor, “Your soul was not the memory of your love, your soul is your love." The agent smiled fondly, looking at Kazuo appreciatively as he passed, “But I am not without a heart. It was never my goal to separate you." he said, reaching over to ruffle Damien's thick mop of hair, “My nephew is a young incubus, not truly ready to hunt on his own. The sheer amount of power you two put out together could feed him for years. I want to make sure he grows up big and strong, and if you put out rock music corrupting the youth along the way? So much the better…" The agent purred.

“You let me make him an ass!" Kazuo nearly spat. The agent chuckled.

“I think he made an ass of himself when he signed that contract. Thankfully it seems you're the forgiving type." The agent said, moving over to look at Kazuo, black eyes meeting maroon ones, “Can you truly say you don't want to spend an eternity with this man?" the agent whispered. Kazuo said nothing, looking up at Cody. Cody put on the best smile he could.

“Could be fun, babe… Forever and always yours…" Cody said. Kazuo nodded at that, shuddering as Cody turned to face him and their donkey dicks brushed one another. The electric charge was too much to resist and the two began embracing each other again, kissing and rubbing. Damien was nearly salivating, quickly unbuttoning his own pants to fish out a very full, very pointed demon dick.

“When am I going to get my fuck buddy?" Lance asked, watching the agent heading towards the door. The large demon raised his clawed hand and swirled it around.

“Keep your eyes peeled for someone you want at the next show, I'll work some magic." the demon said before he disappeared. Lance fell back against the couch, adjusting his wings before curling back to nap.

“I really am sorry…" Cody whispered to Kazuo, “Not so much in how it turned out, but that you had to go through losing me. I never wanted to hurt you." he said gently. Kazuo nodded, moving to rest his head on Cody's shoulder, slowly inching his way into the crook of his neck.

“I thought that you chose your music over me, that we could have had everything but you went off to pursue music… But you really can have it all, you can do both. I was just imagining tearing you down and cursing you… I'm just as guilty." Kazuo said.

“Almost like you were the sons of sin…" Lance groaned, covering his face with one arm. Kazuop grimaced at that.

“I promise I'll be completely supportive of you now, I'll be there every time you come off stage." Kazuo said. Cody grinned at that.

“And I promise I'll always come off stage to you. No more groupies." Cody said solemnly. Kazuo smiled, although he shuddered a little. It almost felt as if his cock was growling with hunger. A blush rose in his cheeks.

“Maybe you can still bring home the groupies? We can share them… like a snack?" Kazuo murmured, his cock starting to dribble corrupted precum again. Damien grinned wider and wider from where he was standing.

“This is going to be so great…" he whispered, licking his lips eagerly.