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It was a cold, misty Saturday night in the middle of Vector City. The colourful neon lighting shone brightly through the dark, glowing sky as the vibrant nightlife begun to enter full swing. Streets bustled with furs of all kinds who lost their inhibitions and embraced the electricity in the air. This was not the case for Flick; a male goat who just pushed over five foot, wearing a long, black cloak which covered his whole body and dragged along the pavement behind. He carried on his way through the shady backstreets on his hooved feet as he looked around, not really sure how he ended up in this part of downtown; his mind was still a mess thanks to a fruitless business venture earlier that evening, stressing him out more than normal.

Unfortunately for everyone else, when Flick gets that stressed his behaviour could become... troublesome

All Flick could think about was getting a drink to calm himself down so he starts to look for the nearest watering hole he could find. He followed a steady, rhythmic beat sounding down the alleys and eventually found himself standing outside an unfamiliar building. The sign above had bright red neon lighting outlining a devil's pitchfork, with another strip of yellow flashing a script text that spelt out the name of the nightclub, "Club Incubus". The signage put Flick off at first before he shook his head, now desperate to get himself a drink anywhere before he flipped his lid. He stuffed the cloak into a small backpack, joined the queue and waited in the line patiently.

A simple nod at the burly doorman was all it took for them to lift a velvet rope, allowing him to enter the club. Once Flick walked in he was overwhelmed by a noisy assault on all his senses. The deafening techno music packed the dance floor with furs, thrusting and swaying their bodies carefree to a never-ending rhythmic drumbeat. The room lit up in various bright colours from the dance floor to the bar, mostly in red. The sweating dancers were clad with the usual raver attire you'd expect to see - shorts and chains, fishnet vests, glow-sticks wrapped around their necks and wrists in various, bright colours. Through the flashing lights and silhouetted bodies he noticed some of them either making out or simply just going down on each other. The sourness of the spilt drinks and sickening musk made him gag as he held his hand over his nose and marched to the bar.

He gets the fox barman's attention by slamming his credstick down and yelled over the loud music "Gimmie that whole bottle of Vodka!" He is not usually this agitated when he orders drinks back at his local, but his nerves were now at breaking point and was desperate to calm himself. Flick scratches the back of his skull as he looks through a big menu of exotic, fruity beverages he'd never heard of, each with a weirder name than the last. He decides to sample something and waves for the bartender again, "Actually, make that four bottles and whatever that bright red thing is too!" The fox didn't bother asking questions so long as he was a paying customer - he just nods, fetches the drinks and exchanges payment with the goat. Flick takes his drinks to an empty table and settles down on a plush leather couch in a corner away from the music, alone.

After ten minutes or so he slammed three litre bottles of vodka, the other litre bottle of bright red drink which turned out to be a watermelon gin punch and was already well into his fourth. He stopped drinking and paused for a moment, getting the feeling he was being watched.

Through his hazy vision he picked out two pairs of eyes piercing back at him through the shadows. The eyes were sizing him up and getting a real good look over him, Flick tried to not take any notice as he downed the rest of the bottle but couldn't shake that feeling. After a few moments two feline guys invite themselves to his table. The cats appeared to be twins; both of them had pink fur in with a purple tiger pattern along their backs, and white fur along their chest and belly. Both of them had a long, thick, full head of hot pink hair and wore black fishnet vests and torn denim shorts - these weren't just cats, but Cheshire cats.

They settle down on the couch either side of him and placed an offering on the table in front of him, promising it'll help him relax. He gets a good look at the tall red and orange glass, then sniffs the air around it. He smelt a vodka cocktail with peach, raspberry, orange and cranberry juice... 'Sex on the Beach', how classy. He did smell something else in there but couldn't tell what it was and simply said "fuck it," figuring one more glass couldn't possibly do much more harm as he'd drunk over a gallon of the stuff already, picking it up and heartily gulped it down.

One of the felines leans in and gets real close to his face. "Hey there hun, never seen you here before. What's ya name?" The goat blushed and stammered for a moment until he replied properly, trying to sit upright but still swaying uncontrollably. "Uhhh... Ffflick. You two?" The cat giggles at his bashfulness, "Name's Nate. He's Wade." His twin leans into view from the other side. "It's nice to meet a new face around here." he says as they both brush their tails over the goat's shoulders

Flick blushes and scratches the space between his horns, thanking them for the treat though slurred speech but started to feel peculiar. It didn't occur to him what was going on with these two straight away during the conversation that followed but then something dawned on him with what kind of place it was he walked into: The way people talked to each other, the fruity drinks, what the guys wore on the dance floor, how open they were with what they were doing. He wandered into a very seedy nightclub, the kind where the staff looked the other way when it came to sex.

He now finally caught on with what was up with these two and their advances and he was having none of it. Alarm bells rung through his goat's head as a hand crept up his lap. Flick shot up to a stand, snatched his backpack off the ground and sneered at the two perverts. "Sorry to disappoint you boys but I don't do one night stands. NOW BUGGER OFF!" They giggle cheekily as he turns to leave, "Come back any time, Flick!" one of them calls out to him. The other one chimes in, "We'll be seeing you real soon!" They both receive a backhanded middle finger from the angry goat as he storms off.

Flick didn't get far before he felt his body getting heavier, hotter and weaker. An intense wave of hormones surged throughout as he began panting uncontrollably, trying to fight the sensation before slumping down to the floor. The bar patrons who were witnessing this either didn't take any notice, laughed or pulled out their cellphones to post pictures of him on social media, completely apathetic about one very stupid caprine who had too much to drink. As he tried to shuffle around at their feet he noticed his shorts were forming an outline around his privates, gradually pushing tighter as he writhed in pain.

One of the twins walks over, squats down and taunts the goat from above. "The real party is in your pants darling; hope you don't mind if we invite ourselves in." The felines had slipped him a roofie, though a sedative wouldn't have overpowered his whole body with hormones like this, there had to have been an aphrodisiac in their venom too - a powerful one. Flick's libido was fast spiralling out of control, his entire body burnt with a lust he never felt before and was completely powerless to stop it. The deviants picked him up from under each arm and walked, dragging him along and cackling in his ears as the bulge forming between his legs strained the fabric and begun to tear the seams of his shorts. Flick muttered "...fffffuckin' perverts..." before he goes limp and blacks out.

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By the time Flick stirred back into consciousness he found himself completely naked with his arms and legs cuffed to a stripper pole. He figured he'd been taken to one of the private VIP rooms in the back of the establishment as he heard a series of bassy thumps outside which made his pounding headache even worse. The wall on the opposite side of the door had a mirror that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, undoubtedly for the clients inside to show everything from another angle. His gaze lowered to discover that his privates have swollen up; the two pink cats were now kneeling down at them and diligently worshipping his white, tennis ball sized nuts. Flick let out a moan when he felt one of them bury his face in between his genitals and pushed his sibling away.

The other cat scolds him. "What the fuck, Nate! Quit hogging him!" Nate snaps back at his brother, "I wasn't the one who OD'd him WADE! If you did your job properly there'd be enough of him to share!" "I didn't OD him, I gave him the same measure I always use!"

The cats continued bickering as Flick's member twitched and added a small wave of girth to his already erect, jet-black dick. A low groan could be heard as the throbbing muscle stretched and lengthened right before their eyes. The balls had a similar treatment as the sac ballooned in front of Nate's face and weightily pushed him back.

Wade let out a soft, seductive meow in response as the cock pulsed in front of him, "Oh wow, guess I didn't OD him - gawd you sure know how to pick 'em don't ya?" He waves his fluffy tail and rubs at Flick's shaft with his paw, teasing it as it pushed out another inch. "Man! I just love seeing them do this." Wade then hugged the now thick two-and-a-half footer as he put his ear next to the pulsing veins and heard the blood rush through and fill that member. Nate continued to deftly fondle Flick's nuts with his paws, pressing his face into them and working his tongue deep between the fattened orbs, arousing the goat to add even more size which had now become larger than two drooping watermelons.

Wade rose to his feet and walked over to the front, stared at the tip and hungrily licked his lips "Keep working him down there while I do my thing, bro" he purred as the swollen head now drooled precum through the slit and onto the hard laminate floor below, calling for Wade's affection with an intoxicating male smell. He drew his mouth closer and slid his tongue around the glans, sampling the slick seed over the glans and causing flick to flinch in response to the rough texture. Now satisfied with the taste Wade didn't want to wait any longer to get to the good stuff and wildly plunged his muzzle inside the urethra, lapping up mouthfuls of precum into his greedy maw. Nate saw his brother's awesome work in the mirror, cheering him on as he pulled out his cellphone and snapped a picture. Flick moaned louder than ever as the depraved act sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through his body.

Nate then took his face off of Flick's swollen nuts to ask his partner in crime a question, "Hey, how much did our contact pay for hypers again?" Wade still smothered his face in the slit and spoke between mouthfuls, "Uh, 50k wasn't it?" "Don't you wanna keep him? I kinda like this one." Nate turned his attention back to the balls, giving them a squeeze evoking a lustful moan from the goat. "You can't get too attached to them babe - orders are orders." Wade reasoned as he teased another load of pre forward and gulped it down

Did he hear them both correctly just now? What did they mean with all that just now? Flick didn't want to wait and find out as he flailed violently to try and free himself from the cuffs, but the efforts were futile. The giggling cats now intensified and exaggerating their movements to bring him to a climax.

Normally he'd be able to snap those things off with ease, beat these freaks up and make a run for it, or make himself disappear into another plane of existence or even set this building on fire with nothing more than a thought. Performing such feats required intense concentration and discipline: But with all the alcohol inside him dulling his divine powers and this drug physically affecting his body in this way it just wasn't possible. He'd fought thousands of enemies in battle - gangs, police, mutants, super-soldiers - even what could only be described as an Elder-God at one point. But in spite of being nothing compared to that, these two had unwittingly triumphed over him without actually knowing who or WHAT he was. He was completely at the mercy of two bar-hopping, serial nymphomaniacs who were quite literally making him their bitch.

That angered Flick more than anything in his life.

He had enough.

He opened his lips for the first time since waking up in this room and spoke. "Hey, Wade isn't it?" The cat pulls his wet face away from the glans as Flick locked eyes with him, which now begun to glow faintly blue around his irises. "You want a better taste? Keep going." He rocks his hips back and gave him a wink to encourage Wade further. The cheshire didn't think anything of it and planted his muzzle back into the opening like he did before and resumed his licking. He felt the pre becoming slicker, the urethra becoming more dilated and the fat glans becoming warmer than before.

Flick wasn't sure if this would even work the way he wanted; he never attempted to use the eternal flame when drunk. His magic worked better when he was sober, but the addition of an aphrodisiac in his system might allow him to do what he wanted even in this weakened state. He bit his lip and summoned as much focus as he could, before thrusting his hips forward and sent a tremendous amount of growth coursing through his dick, plunging Wade's entire head straight in. The gigantic nuts rocked forward like a pair of wrecking balls and smashed into Nate's face, knocking him backwards onto the floor. As Nate laid there he saw his brother neck deep in the throbbing glans. Flick moaned as another loud shot of growth stretched his immense cock further forward as the slit stretched over his shoulders and down to his torso.

There was no doubt about it - Flick was retaliating by making his penis swallow his brother, to give him a 'better taste'. Nate ran to the front and tugged at his shorts to try pulling his brother out. "LET GO OF HIM YOU FUCKING FREAK!" the feline screeched as the muscled walls of the urethra tugged back harder, pushing more of Wade's body further into his penis. "Oh yeah? You should have thought about that before you messed with me!" the goat yelled back, flexing the muscles and sent his victim down further.

Yet another moan rung out, deeper and louder as his nuts now touched the floor. The second the sensitive, blushing globes hit the wet floor a massive glob of pre shot over Wade and straight into Nate's face. The slimy, slick, smelly liquid washed over Nate as he slipped down to the floor and ripped Wade's shorts off. Panic hit the pink kitty as the slit expanded over the his counterpart's rear and scared, straight tail. He got up again and grabbed his legs, digging his claws into them desperately. Wade's muffled shrieks and screams could be heard from inside as he struggled to claw himself back out at the fleshy tunnel, but the slippery skin didn't break and simply bounced back as it flexed and squeezed over his body.

Nate pleads with the goat for mercy as he shakily tugs at his brother's ankles. "Okay Flick - you win alright? I'll let you out of here, we're sorry we did this to you - JUST DON'T EAT US! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!!" "Oh, so now you're sorry you slipped me some drugs, raped me and considered selling me? I can't stop even if I wanted to, but wasn't that what you two wanted in the first place? 'The real party in my pants'?" The cat slipped again on the puddle and gasped as both his arms were now firmly locked in place deep inside the slit. He was getting an up close and personal view Flick's angrily throbbing tunnel. He looked over it to plead once more, before a strong dreadful feeling washed over him as he saw Flick's gritting teeth and burning blue eyes.

The goat then roared: "GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE BOTH INVITED!!!" All it took Flick was one mighty thrust of his hips and a final surge of growth through his member to seal the cat's fate as it slammed over him. He reared his now towering seven-foot erection up into the air, slamming into the walls as it gushed more of the musky liquid around the room. The twink's bruising body sunk further as gravity took care of the rest of the work, sending the twins down to their sticky doom. The added weight strained the topmost cuffs and eventually snapped off as the goat flopped down onto his balls like a bean bag and using his freed hands to stroke as much of the bulging shaft as he could. The last he saw of his quarry was the bottoms of Nate's pink paws as they slid down and into the glans.

He felt the first one enter inside his enormous sac as the form of the feline body bulged it out, writhing around as the limbs vainly tried to claw their way out, achieving nothing but tickling his membrane. "Yeah, you're invited alright - you cunt." He clenched his dick again, swallowing the other hapless kitty further down his shaft and feeling another satisfying plop beneath him. His cock sunk down between his arms while his nuts still wriggled madly, muffled screams sounding from inside as cats madly flailed inside the fleshy prison, trapped they felt him begin to churn and gurgle.

Just then he heard a loud pounding, followed by a deep voice instructing the twins to open the door. Panic hit Flick as he snaps out of the red mist and realises what he just did and becoming aware of his situation. He tried searching among the cat's belongings but it was a wasted effort when he couldn't find a pair of keys - not that he could have used them with his wobbling figure and swirling head. His heart slammed in his throat as the pounding at the door got louder and harder. With no time to worry about injuring himself he hefted the balls aside and ripped the metal cuffs off. The goat stumbled and hurriedly pulled out the cloak from his backpack, wrapped as much of it over his body as he could. With his only method of escape blocked off by a heavy now kicking at the door he charged headfirst into the mirrored wall. He smashed through glass, wood and masonry; receiving several cuts over his whole body as he bolted through the rear corridors, tears streaming down his face as he fled.

The first thing the thugs saw as they burst into the room was a sizable puddle of sex juices and a series of big holes through several walls, thinking better than to tackle with whatever just made them. After searching the room they found a cracked phone that laid on the floor, dripping with the liquid and unlocked it to see the twins pleasuring a bound, hyper black and white goat. They pulled out their comm-sets and informed their superior that something went wrong - and Nate and Wade were 'missing'.

Flick kept running, carrying himself further and further away from the club as he wondered if that really was the right thing to do. No, it might have been the only way to do it but that didn't mean it was right; even if he had full control it still would still have been cruel to make people suffer that way. In the worst case scenario it meant a long, excruciating, painful death for the victim - provided they don't just drown or asphyxiate first - then it's just a matter of time before the balls dissolve them into cum. He was completely powerless to help them as he used his now fading strength to carry himself as quickly as possible, running into the darkness and not looking back.