The Riotor
The Rioter
The smell of burning rubber filled the air as I shuffled in place. Despite the burning fires that surrounded me, the chilling air still made itself known. I could hear the shouts down the alleyway, the wet feet running to position in preparation for what was coming.
I pulled up the piece of red cloth that I wore around my neck. It would do little to protect my identity up close, but the cameras would have more trouble identifying me. I grabbed the nearest piece of wood, a discarded bat I had found in a bin, and walked out onto the streets.
The crowd had grown restless, and rowdy with time. In the distance I could hear the commanding voices of the riot control police, a battering of shields and aggressive voices.
And they were aggressive.
Nobody ever made a change without putting their own health on the line, I had reasoned. Some of the others had understood that, they'd paid the price, and no matter how they tried to spin it, it looked bad for them in the public eye.
I ran out onto the rain soaked street. Smoke from fires rose above the peaks of the buildings in the city centre. A cinder block weighed heavily in my left hand, taut fingers clutching the rough surface. My heart skipped a beat as my sneakers splashed through the puddles in the alley and out from the alley, back onto the chaotic streets.
What a rush! I dived into the crowd, a collection of hidden faces and raised weapons. A righteous anger felt across thousands of others. The police stood across from us, a sneer behind every blacked out visor and shield. Not a single human stood opposite us, a blatant reminder of the injustice we faced.
Not to say that it was a struggle exclusive to us, hushed voices had spread rumours of forcible conversion. A new division had been formed, between those in power and the abused, rather than one between the species.
The change wasn't subtle, but it was sudden. Soon enough every officer had to be "enhanced," being changed had become almost fashionable among the upper class, a method to defeat disease and lengthen their lives of opulence.
We shouted, we threw anything we could get our hands on but the wall held strong. A towering collection of anthros like German shepherds and bears, muscular and aggressive, barely restrained by a need to appear collected to the public watching at home.
Their opportunity soon arrived though.
A perfect toss from the back of the pack, a brick sailing through the air and landing squarely on the snout of an officer, taking him down. Another stepped in front to protect him with a shield as the crowd roared. His bloodied face evidently broken, even from my position tens of meters away. My gut sunk as I saw some more of them pour from their nearby trucks, armed with grenade launchers.
"Scatter! Grenades!"
The crowd did, running into nearby alleys and back to the other streets. The unluckier ones were caught at the front as they arced overhead, including me. They bounced on the hard ground, before bellowing out thick white smoke. My paltry cloth did little to block out the rancid feeling of that acid clogging up my airways.
The officers donned their masks and began marching towards the unlucky few. I could barely see, never mind run away from the incoming threat. I fell onto my knees and gagged, trying to spit it out of my mouth in the process. The effect of this stuff was well known, especially after being seen over the last few days.
I never thought I'd be one of them.
The strength left my body and I flopped onto the floor like a dead fish. Through my blurry vision, a pair of well-polished black boots stomped onto one of my hands. I gasped and struggled, but it was a futile effort.
"Heh, looks like we've got a live one," The Shepherd taunted from behind his visor. I gasped as I felt my skin crawl. Two pairs of strong paws gripped my arms and dragged me away from the street, not concerned with ensuring the continued health of my rapidly deteriorating body.
The others chuckled cruelly as we entered another alley, far from the sight of the others out on the streets. I could see that my group had been dispersed by the gas, the same that I was choking on. I had no hope of rescue now. Even if I did manage to get away from the one man-handling me, there were at least four others that I could see, and they were all much bigger than me.
"Look at this guy, he's swelling up! Just how I like 'em!" a muscular bear proclaimed boisterously, prodding my arm. It was tugged away from his digit by the dog, who cuffed both my hands together above my head, and then leant me against the wall.
My shirt didn't last long under their claws; the shreds being discarded by the invading grip of the officers. I was always a weedy looking person, with thin limbs and a chubby middle, but even then I could already see my body's muscles increasing in mass.
"Nice, this if gonna' be fun. We haven't seen one of these in a while," the shepherd sneered. His hands reached down to his black bottoms and un-did the button, sliding them down to reveal a pair of boxers which didn't leave anything to the imagination. His bulge was massive, his balls easily reaching the size of an orange each.
"I get the first crack at his ass boys, let's see how much this slut can take," he grinned, rubbing the bulge lecherously. The boxers soon joined their brethren around his feet. His sheath was a deep black colour, the tip of a huge red cock peeking out from it.
I quaked silently, my mouth filled with cotton as he approached, rubbing his musky sheath against my cheek. I looked away, trying to avoid any further contact with his tool. His cock slowly slipped from his pouch, long, red and angry. It easily reached around ten inches, and it grew even bigger still. He reached down and stroked it with a sigh, the cool air evidently providing him with some pleasure.
"You better hope you lube this dick good son, otherwise you're only making it worse for yourself."
The tip of his stinking cock smeared ineffectually against my sealed lips. He frowned and shook his head, "Resisting an officer huh? Somebody hold this fucker's mouth open."
I tried to turn my head away, but once again it was ineffective under the watch of five other officers. A bear knelt down next to me and stuck his bulky fingers into my mouth, holding it open so much that it hurt. The dog pushed the tip into my vacuous mouth, allowing the bear to release his fingers. Just as soon as he did, the dog thrust deep into my mouth, his tip touching my tonsils and causing me to gag.
The others cheered him on as he slowly withdrew and hammered back. "Show that fucking punk what we do to kids like him!"
My chest was slowly beginning to swell outwards with new musculature, my arms and legs following a similar path. I thought that maybe if I got big enough, I had a chance to escape. The dog continued to fuck my mouth with wild abandon, "You're a good for nothing, but you're pretty good for sucking this dick."
The others let out a chorus of barking laughter, (some more literally than the others.) I struggled to try and break free from the constricting steel cuffs, but I made no progress to that end. I stared ahead at the lower body of the canine raping my mouth, his abs glistened with a thin cover of sweat.
A bear stood uncomfortably close, his thick cock still only half hard. He dipped a thick finger into his foreskin toyed with his own cockhead to bring himself to full length. It was pitch black and incredibly veiny. I tried to shy away as he closed in and rubbed the stinking member against my cheek, leaving a trail of cum in its path. His hand strayed over to the canine, he planted a firm hand on his swelling chest with a grin before teasing his nipple with a finger.
"Yeah, that feels nice," he grunted as his companion fondled him. The others were getting a bit rowdier too, pulling out a series of inhumanly large cocks. I could feel a tingling from where the bear's cum had landed on my cheek, almost as if I was rapidly growing a beard, but I knew better than that.
"Make sure you don't blow your load yet; we need to give this little whore his baptism," the dog barked, the others responding with half moaned affirmatives. I could barely see them from the corner of my eye, kissing, groping, caressing their pulsing muscles as if sculpting a statue from marble. I groaned slightly at the sight. "A voyeur huh? You like seeing studs like us get it on?"
I tried to blink away the tears in my eyes. My senses were being overwhelmed by the stench of sweat and cum, and the constant hammering of the canine cock down my throat. I'd gotten used to it, at least a little bit, until the taste of his bitter cum began to flow down my gullet, causing me to gag all over again. "That's right, keep it tight for me," he taunted.
My cock had grown, thick and veiny just like theirs. A slight discolouration began to travel down its length, slowly turning black. I groaned around his cock as a highly erotic sensation filled my body. Against my will I was very much enjoying the process.
"Fuck boss, shuffle over a bit, I'm ready to pop!" one of the others grunted, coming in on my unoccupied left side. I barely had time to flinch away as the horse gripped the leathery skin of his flared cock and unloaded a thick, stinking blast of cum onto my face. He whinnied and grunted like a beast, hot air blasting from his gaping nostrils.
"You always were a quick shot Marshal," the shepherd grinned, pulling back slightly to rub some of the cum onto his own throbbing cock. "I wonder what our little friend is going to be?"
"I'm betting on bear," the brown furred beast on my right tittered.
"You always bet on bear," the stallion complained, "your cum is nowhere near that good mate."
"Well it looks like it now," the canine said, taking a break from rubbing his red knot to dip it back into my aching mouth. The cum had soaked into my hair and down my chest, leaving a trail of fur in it's wake. My body had swelled to monstrous proportions now, almost big enough to tower over the one in control.
My pecs swelled out, a thick layer of fat covering corded muscle. My feet cramped up slightly as I felt them increase in surface area to carry my new bulk, black pads covering the formerly fragile skin. My wrists barely fit into the cuffs anymore, the cold metal cutting into them slightly. My arms had followed suit, rapidly gaining bulk at an alarming case, before being further bolstered by the additional layer of fat.
"Holy shit, this guy is the biggest fucker I've seen," the horse jabbed, tapping the leader's shoulder.
"Too right, but that just means we get to have some more fun to finish him off," the others cheered at the proclamation.
"Who gets his ass first?"
"We should go smallest to biggest, don't let Marshal go first, he ruined it last time."
"Hey! Just because I was born gifted doesn't mean I always have to go last."
"Shut it!" the shepherd yelled making the others pay notice, "I'll have the first go, Marshal's already lost it anyway."
The stallion huffed as the others laughed at his misfortune. They all stepped back to admire their handiwork. A heavily muscled, cum covered human with misshapen feet and a half furry face and chest. "Fuck man, that's so hot, I can't wait to see what he looks like," the bear grinned, his sharp teeth illuminated by the artificial lights.
The canine sighed and leant down, his claws digging into my thighs before pulling away. The sound of ripping filled the alleyway as he tore away my trousers and underwear. My cock flopped down onto my thigh, easily 14 inches in length. My balls were similarly scaled, easily the size of two grapefruit. "Looks at the size of that! You've got competition Marshal."
The wolf snickered and dipped a finger into my foreskin, scraping against the sensitive head with the nail. I let out an involuntary growl as bestial instincts wormed their way into my mind. My already huge cock further engorged with blood pumped from my rapidly pounding heart. The bear reached over and unlocked the cuffs. The shepherd gave my cock a few tugs before pulling me further away from the wall by my ankles, exposing my asshole to the cold air.
My arms were much longer now, allowing him to pull me nearly to the middle of the alley without stopping. The others held down my arms. "You did a good job lubing me up big guy, I'll make this extra fun for you." I struggled, but even my now enhanced body was unable to fight against them.
"Think of it as a gift," he chuckled, slowly pushing the pointed tip of his canine member into my previously unexplored hole. I gasped in agony, even with the apparent lube I had provided him with, it was an incredibly painful experience to say the least. "Fuck, haven't you ever experimented before kid?" he grunted.
He slipped another few inches into my clenching ass. Between the pain of being invaded, and the cold on by back and legs, there was little I could distract myself with. The other members of the group waltzed over, one slipping his cock into my mouth. I coughed and spluttered as he let out a stream of bitter piss into my mouth.
"That's fuckin' nasty man!" the other complained from behind him. The stench was completely overpowering, most ended up on the ground, but much to my disgust I had involuntarily swallowed some.
"The rape is fine, but apparently a bit of piss is too much for you?" the dog objected, pulling out and shaking the last few drops onto my morphing face. The one who complained pushed him away, knelt down and inserted his own cock into my mouth. I couldn't see his face under his helmet and balaclava, so I presumed he was another bear. He began pumping away and groaning, ignoring the protests of the other.
It didn't take long for him to fire a load into my mouth. He rammed his member into my throat, ensuring that I couldn't possibly reject his load. My eyes widened as I realized that it would start changing me on the inside too. My struggles renewed as the leader taking my ass finally reached his knot.
"Heh, I'll go easy on you and save for knot for later."
He began slowly at first, the tip of his cock occasionally sending a tingle up my spine as he touched my throbbing prostate. I groaned, the pleasure finally starting to override the pain. The ones holding my arms stroked themselves at the sight, lustful grins on their faces. Every so often they'd reach down and rub the cum further down my body, bringing a new patch of fur with it.
I closed my eyes and hoped that it would end soon, unfortunately for me god's mercy wasn't forthcoming. My beefy body rocked as the shepherd had his way with my increasingly loose asshole. He'd join in on the ritualistic cum rubbing, flicking a claw over my increasingly sensitive nipples. I could no longer see the skin of my chest or thighs, thick brown fur having taken over like a weed.
"Can I do his face captain?" the bear asked, holding my left arm with one hand and stroking his cock with another.
"Knock yourself out."
The bear smiled and sped up, unleashing a blast of seed into his padded hand. He tugged on his foreskin and scooped up what was left before holding the spoiled hand up to my half furred face. I tried to move away once again, but he freed his other hand by holding my arm down with a knee. Gripping it with one, and smearing the salty cum with another. I closed my eyes and mouth to avoid any more getting inside of me, but that wasn't what he wanted anyway.
I gasped as my field of view widened slightly, my eyes turning a bright yellow. He kept hold of me with a barely restrained maniacal grin, evidently pleased that he was helping along the transformation and turning me into another of his species.
The shepherd fucking my ass had begun to feel my balls with his paws, "It's a shame you didn't turn into a stallion, you could have worked down at our production facility with balls like these," he commented, putting a pleasurable amount of pressure of my swelled orbs. "Still... ugh... this ass is great."
I could tell he was reaching the end of his tether as he began to pant slightly. My ass had been stretched, not only from his cock, but also from his pre-cum expanding my lower body and spine to match the rest of me. The hole itself was now surrounded by dark fur, and the skin turned black. "Gonna' breed you good kid!" he yelled.
I struggled once again, unable to find purchase as he unloaded his jizz deep into me. I knew then that there was no hope of me escaping with my humanity, an all-encompassing feeling of dread settling into my gut like a lead weight as the officers holding my arms backed away. "Give him a couple more, I don't think that's enough yet," the captain ordered.
The others nodded and their cocks rose to the task. I couldn't pay much attention to them as I laid on the ground, my body shifting under my skin like water. I had heard rumours, but never believed that it would be like that. I was forced to watch as what was left of my human body slipped away under a wave of fur and muscle. My gut expanded, hovering dangerously over my pubic area and in stark contrast to the huge mounds of muscle on my chest.
I temporarily lost the ability to smell as my new muzzle extended from my face, bringing it into view permanently. My teeth sharpened, and my tongue grew to fill out my law maw. My hands cramped as black claws slowly slid out from where my finger nails used to lie. I flinched away from the officers as another blast of cum settled into my fur, it seemed that they weren't done with me just yet.
In a daze I slowly drew a claw down my huge, muscular chest and prolific gut, eventually reaching my sill erect cock. It slipped even further, a probing finger tentatively slipping into my well used ass, pulling away with a string of fresh dog cum. "Look at this slut, he's begging for it."
"Well, if any of you still have ammo, you can do what you want with him," the captain sighed, slipping his knotted dick back into his cargo pants. "I think I'm spent for now."
"Really? You usually go for more rounds then that," the bear said, reaching over and giving his bulge a friendly grope.
"Got to save some for his pals," he winked, turning tail and walking back out of the alley, "Just don't break him... too badly anyway."
Being unused to my new body, I was unable to do much but shuffle on my hands and knees. A boot hit my spine and pushed me back onto the floor. I clenched a fist as I felt another thick cock fill my used hole. "I'll have to thank the captain for lubing you up later," the stallion grunted.
I lay there, broken, defeated, cum stained. Many of the officers had dispersed, leaving behind just one to watch me until I could be picked up and taken away. He had re-cuffed me, leaving me on my knees with my hands behind my back. The bear had insisted on being the one to watch me, and he was doing so very intently. I could still here the commotion of the riot outside of the alley, it had long since moved away from here.
The bear seemed to get some kind of thrill out of observing me, presumably he enjoyed seeing people like me turned into monsters like him. I looked away from his invasive gaze for a moment, before the sound of a crash from the street caught his attention. "Don't go anywhere brother. I'll only be a second."
He marched out onto the street and turned the corner. I strained my new muscular arms against the steel of the hand-cuffs, stupidly enough the chain connecting them was very weak, especially in comparison to my new towering form. They snapped in half, freeing my arms and giving me a chance to get my bearings.
There was no way my clothes were going to fit now. I looked down to see the leather scraps of what once were some very nice shoes. I'd have to get all the way back home, naked, without being caught by anybody; easier said than done considering I was about seven foot tall.
My first priority was to get away from the other bear, on unsteady legs I stood, my brain still unused to my new height and bulk. I leant up against the brick wall and hobbled my way back down the alley, away from my captor. If I had any luck, the guy would be busy messing with somebody else for the time being.
Shambling out onto the street I took a moment to remember where I was, my house was a few miles away. I could see and hear the fires in the distance, if I was careful it wouldn't be a problem to avoid most of the trouble.
But when did I ever avoid trouble? I knew I'd be back, and many others would too. Lighting the fires again until the world listened.