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The Crest of...Something

For FoxLightning

By Draconicon

When you grow up with certain shows and characters, they tend to leave an imprint on you. Sometimes, that imprint goes deeper than it was meant to, particularly if you have a thing for certain kinks.

For Ryan, that was very much the case.

The young man grinned as he ran through the front door, slamming it shut behind him in his excitement. He ran upstairs without a thought, not even bothering to kick his shoes off as he normally would, too excited to care about the bit of dirt that he was probably tracking into the house. For him, it didn't matter.

Not compared to what he had in his pocket, it didn't. He squeezed his upper thigh, feeling the bulge of the little gadget that he'd picked up at a yard sale just a few hours ago, and he grinned all the wider at the reminder of it.

He reached his bedroom, flopping back on his bed as he fumbled with his pocket once more. Eventually, his fingers snared the strings that were attached to his new toy, and he pulled it free.

"There you are...man, I've been looking all over for one of these..."

It was a copy of the Crest of Friendship, something that he had only seen on the old Digimon shows that used to air all the time. He chuckled as he turned it around, letting the little gold case spin, showing the shiny back, then turn around to show the print of the crest on the front. It was a simple enough design: a divided circle that swooped out into blade-like wings on the side of it. Anyone that watched the show knew that it was heavily attached to one particular Digimon, and more to the point, his favorite one.

Weregarurumon.

The image of the character was already burning in his brain, and he grinned as he kept staring at the little piece of memorabilia. It was like staring at a piece of history, in one way, and at the ultimate fantasy in another.

The number of times that he had imagined using something like this to transform into the character were...well, too many to count, and it always ended up with him having the best of all Digimon bodies, not to mention the sexiest of them all. He had jerked off to that so many times that he had stopped counting them, too.

Even thinking about it now had him all riled up, his cock running down the inside of his pants and begging to be touched.

Man, if only...

Ryan shook his head, brown hair flicking back and forth over his eyes. It was just a fantasy, he knew, but it was still one of those ideas that had refused to leave him alone since he was a kid. He wanted to be that character. He had always wanted to be that character, though the reasons had changed as he got older.

He kept getting harder and harder at the thought of transforming until he could no longer resist. Pulling his pants down, he dropped the Crest around his cock, letting it dangle from the base by the strings as he walked over to stand in front of a mirror.

The sight of the Crest of Friendship hanging from his cock was both sacrilegious and sexy as all hell at the same time. Disrespectful and yet all the more fun for that. He grabbed his dick hard, giving it a few tugs, and he started oozing pre almost right off the bat.

Mmmph...yea...that's it...

Ryan grinned even as he panted from the pleasure, starting to hump his own hand from the feeling of his own tight grip, the way that Crest flicked back and forth between his legs, the way that it sometimes swung back far enough to smack against his taint. It was a strange, heady pleasure, and he loved it.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, thrusting against his hand, fucking the space between his fingers, teasing himself and turning him on all the more. He loved it, filled his mind with the thought of the Crest coming to life and making him transform. The idea of being changed, of having his cock grow, of becoming that big, knotted dick that Weregarurumon must have had...

Oh, that was the thing. That was most definitely the thing.

With a groan, he came, shooting his seed across the mirror, spilling it across the smooth surface and staining it. He moaned as it felt like it pulled all his energy out with it, his pleasure going to brand new heights.

He moaned under his breath, his cock still throbbing hard even after he stopped shooting cum on the mirror, slowly shaking his head at the feeling of bliss that was slowly settling down on him. He slumped back against his bed, sitting on the edge of it. The smears on the mirror probably should have been cleaned up right then and there, but the tiredness that came after an orgasm was a little too much to fight.

Ryan leaned back, meaning to just close his eyes for a few minutes and calm down, but the pleasure that came from laying back on his sheets was almost as good as jerking off right after that. With the last bit of his energy, he pulled the Crest off his cock and put it around his neck, zipping up his shorts and making sure that everything was tucked away.

After that, he was off to dreamland.

#

Ryan groaned as he came back to the world of the waking, shaking his head to get rid of the remnants of the dream that lingered in the back of his mind. It had been...weirdly strong, particularly for right after cumming. Usually, that kept the dirtier dreams at bay, whereas this one had come in and taken hold, hard.

Who would have thought I'd still have the energy to get a dream about getting fucked by Weregarurumon? he thought, slowly sitting up and shaking his head. Man...

It wasn't just getting fucked by the big guy, either. Ryan had been chased, hunted by the bigger Digimon, pushed through the forest and chased down to the edge of the creature's territory. He had been pinned under-paw, held there as he was made to admire the Digimon's superior physical form, as well as give those toes a little bit of...service.

He blushed a bit as he could almost remember the taste, the soft bits of pad and flesh pressing down on his face and...

Well, it had been hot, and he wasn't surprised that he was hard as a rock from it.

Ryan smiled as he looked down at his dick, shaking his head at the bulge in his shorts. He reached for his zipper, then paused.

Was I...no way am I that big right now...

Yet, the bulge was definitely bigger than it had been before, big enough to show through to the bottom of his shorts leg. That was impossible, alright, but it was still huge, still big enough to look impressive.

Nah, had to be a trick to the eye. Something that was a visual illusion or something like that. Ryan shook his head, unzipping his shorts -

"Holy..."

His cock flopped out, more than five inches longer than it had been, reaching near to a foot in length. It throbbed and oozed like mad, almost like it was drooling down its length, like a panting dog might have been doing. He grabbed it around the base, half-convinced that someone had managed to slip some sort of joke sheath on him while he was sleeping.

But it was real. Completely, utterly real, and it was just as huge as it looked. His fingers could barely close around the base, and he swore that it was somehow growing even bigger.

Impossible, of course, but that was the same thing that he had thought when he looked at it in the first place.

He stroked himself a few times, feeling his cock throb in his hand, and he reached up to the Crest of Friendship that was still around his neck. Maybe he should put that back down there again. It seemed to make him all kinds of hard last time, and it was a fun fantasy to pretend that he was transforming into Weregarurumon as he stroked himself off. Maybe he should -

Nnngh?

As he stroked himself, he felt something shift. Not just an illusion of his cock getting bigger, but feeling it actually growing. It was thickening around the base, and at the head...

At the head, he swore that the piss slit had somehow split in two, that there were two openings at the head of his cock. And they were flicking, twitching, as if they were somehow breathing.

Ryan yelped, taking his hands off his cock, jumping back as if he could get away from the thing. His cock continued to thicken around the base, and as it did, he saw his brown pubic hair starting to change color, turning white and purple, slowly streaking up the bottom of his cock.

More of it was white than purple, but they were both present, both spreading around his shaft as it slowly changed shape. Becoming less and less rod-like, his cock started to take on the appearance of...of a face.

Of a dog's face in particular.

This can't be happening...this can't be happening...

Yet, it somehow was. Ryan was staring at his own cock taking on the shape of a dog's head, watching as the holes at the tip of his cock turned dark, then pink, then purple, taking on the color and shape of a dog nose as the thickening rod became more of a muzzle at the end. His balls became the top of the dog's head, and then the eyes, as the head turned to 'look' at him.

When the eyes finally opened, there was no question what it was. His cock had turned into the head of Weregarurumon.

"Holy fuck..."

"Oh, there you are," the head said, chuckling. "And this is the body of the new holder of the Crest, hmm?"

"You mean..."

He looked down at the Crest hanging from his neck, holding it with his eyes growing wider by the second.

"You mean that this thing is real?"

"Duh."

The head rolled from side to side, cracking its neck as it nudged against his thighs. Every time that it moved, he was more convinced than ever that it was actually real, feeling the fur against his legs and the soft touch of that cold nose wherever it happened to make contact with him.

The sensation of it was almost like his cock for the moment, but that sensitivity was fading, the sensation of pleasure disappearing as it became more and more head-like.

"You know, that was a bitch-ass move of yours."

"Wha?"

"Hanging my Crest from your dick? Really? You thought that was funny or something?"

"I - no, I wasn't thinking that at all."

"No, you were thinking it was something else. You were thinking that it was 'sexy' that it was swinging from your dick. Man, the disrespect that you've given me..."

Ryan was still trying to come to grips with the fact that his dick had turned into a talking head, and a rather rough one at that. He tried to sputter out some sort of apology, but the head would have none of it.

"Shut up, you bitch. I'm going to show you where you really belong, and hell, you'll probably like it, you fucking perv."

"You - what are you going to do to me?"

"You'll see. Now, why don't you get back where you belong, huh? On your back."

"No...No way, I'm getting out of here."

Ryan started to reach for the edge of the bed, trying to drag himself out before anything worse could happen. However, he'd barely reached for the edge before his other hand came back, smacking him down and shoving him against the pillows.

"I said, stay down!"

The Weregarurumon's voice was louder than he expected, and quite a bit rougher, for that matter. He blushed as he was held pinned under his own hand, but that wasn't the worst of it.

As he stared up at his hand, he saw it starting to twist, starting to change. His eyes went wide as he realized that his pinkie finger was starting to melt into his ring finger, and he gasped as he saw purple pads starting to grow along his palm, spreading across the bottom of his hand.

Worse, he saw that the fingers were slowly shrinking away, becoming pudgier, more like a set of toes.

No, they are toes!

"Heh, you're smarter than you look. Starting to get the picture of what's going to happen to you, Ryan, huh? You realize how you're going to be my bitch just yet?!"

The human could guess, but he didn't want to. This was impossible. There was no way that he could transform like this.

Yet, for all his fighting, he couldn't help but feel an impossible throb that went through the Weregarurumon's head, his cock - or rather, head - starting to twitch as the transforming hand and paw pressed down on his face again. There was no scent, not yet, but there was that feeling that was impossible to replicate about being under a paw.

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

He groaned as one of the fingers, short as it was becoming, forced its way past his lips, shoving into his mouth and pulling his tongue. It ground on him even as the toe started to develop a pad of its own, getting thicker and wider, pressing down on him. Little claws started to pop from the various digits, spreading out and getting more and more intimidating as they did.

This is...

He grabbed for the shifting arm, trying to pull it away as the heel of his palm started to rise up, the top of his hand starting to grow and shift and form proper paw shapes. It was getting bigger and bigger, too, his arm starting to lengthen, becoming more and more like a leg. It was getting stiff, too, less flexible than it had been, and he groaned as he felt like his head was getting pushed further and further back.

Finally, he got a good grip on his wrist, ankle, heel, whatever it was. He pulled it out of his mouth, pushing it to the side, only to gasp as it went pushing far past his head. Ryan looked up, staring as the hand continued its slow transformation into being nothing but a paw, and he slowly shook his head in mixed fear and admiration for the sheer size of the paw pressing against the wall.

It could have crushed his head, if it wanted to. It could have buried him beneath it.

"Man, you are some kind of slut. I can feel every little fantasy that's passing through your head. If it wasn't for the fact that it was making it easier to take over, I'd call you one hell of a pervert."

"It's...it's not my fault. I've wanted to be you all my life."

"Well, now you're gonna get the chance, dweeb."

"But not like this! Please, not like - mmmph!"

His other hand pressed against his face, already half-paw, already smothering his face between the toes and the ball of the foot as it grew outwards. He was forced to breathe between the toes, forced to lick and push with his tongue to try and push it away.

There was no sweat, no musk, none of the dirty things that had kept him from ever trying something like this in reality. None of that seemed to even be part of what Weregarurumon was. All that he tasted and smelled was the basic taste and scent of flesh and foot, without the stuff that would come from hard work or pushing oneself through fights and exercise.

It was strange, it was intimidating, it was powerful...

And he was far more turned on than he wanted to be.

He felt his legs moving without his consent, and when the paw finally finished its transformation, popping out and pressing against his wall the way that the other one hand, he looked down.

Weregarurumon pulled his legs up like they'd always belonged to him, and Ryan stared at his swelling shoes. They were already bulging at the toes, both of them, and his feet felt like they were about to explode from the constraints that the leather and the ties of the laces were putting on his soles. He groaned, biting his lips, holding his head back.

"Mmmph...what...what's happening?"

"They're turning from feet to hands. My hands."

"That...why? Why?"

"If you're going to jerk off with my Crest, then I get to jerk off with your head. You don't deserve to be me. Not in the right, proper way."

Ryan wanted to answer that, but the transformation robbed him of his chance to speak.

"GAH!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs as he watched one shoe explode, his foot ripping out and growing thick and wide. The toes were already getting longer, getting thicker and clawed as they became more like fingers, spreading out and grasping for things already. He couldn't believe what he saw, couldn't believe that he was being turned upside down like this, but he was.

And as he stared at the results, the Weregarurumon grinned as the other shoe started to stretch and strain.

"Mmm, you feel that? You're already halfway upside-down. Soon, I'm going to be able to take full control. I'll be able to take you wherever I want."

"Mmph! Please! Mercy!"

"There's no mercy for pervs like you."

And with that, the toe of the shoe ripped, ripping in five places as fingers that were too long to be toes came ripping free. The rest of the hand-paw came after, breaking through the toe of the shoe, leaving it ripped and hanging around the Digimon's wrist as it got longer and longer, ripped more and more to pieces.

It was an insane show of power and size, and it wasn't over yet.

Ryan groaned as he felt his body popping, his spine growing longer and longer. He would have rolled around at the strangeness of it, trying to make sense of it, but obviously his body was no longer entirely in his own control. All he could do was lay there as he and Weregarurumon started to expand to take up more and more of the bed.

Soon, his feet were getting pressed against the headboard, his legs - no, his legs and his paws - stretching up along the bed and moving towards the ceiling. What had been his legs, now warping into Weregarurumon's arms, were pushing out and over the foot of the bed, dangling down towards the floor.

As they grew longer, taller, he realized that something else was happening. His head was slowly pulling forward, dragging away from the top of his neck and coming to rest towards his crotch and hips. He blushed, guessing where that was going, but before he could comment on it -

"Mmmph...nngh...what...god...it itches..."

"That's the tail. Mmmph...fuck...let it come out...that feels so good..."

He could feel it, alright, his spine extending in the 'wrong' direction to start pushing right into the spot where his head had been. He could feel his arm-legs moving, too, coming together, pressing into the spot where his head had been, as well. They were rearranging his own anatomy, forming a butt out of the fat and tissue that was left over back there.

But it was the strange feeling of a tail noodling its way out of the top of his spine and out through the top of his back that was the main focus for him.

God...fuck...fuck...

It kept growing longer and longer, pushing out against the back of his head until the legs closed against it. Even then, he felt like he was in the wrong position, like he was getting put through the wrong kind of contortions. Somehow, it was still pleasurable, but that didn't stop the feeling of strangeness from being nearly overwhelming.

He panted for breath as he was pushed into another position, then another. The Weregarurumon had managed to transform almost totally, now nearly thirteen feet tall, his head sticking out over the edge of the bed, his legs pressed almost all the way up to the ceiling.

And Ryan?

Ryan's head was the last part of his body that remained as the entirety of the rest of his body had become an exact copy of the perfect Digimon. He blushed as he realized just how much he had lost in that short transformation, and how quickly he had become nothing but a head on the crotch of the other man. It was...

Well, it was humiliating, there was no two ways about it. He had become something utterly ridiculous.

"Is...is that it?" he managed to ask.

"Heh, not quite."

Weregarurumon turned around, rolling along the bed. He sat on it, his head almost touching the ceiling, and he brought one paw up. The bottom of it became a pillow under Ryan's head, and he blushed at the oddly sensual feeling that came with it, feeling rather...heady. Rather pleasurable. Rather...blissed out.

He licked his lips, and he gasped at the sudden pleasure from that, grunting at the twisting feeling that followed. It was almost...salty in his mouth, too.

"What...you're not..."

"Oh, yeah I am. You wanted to be me? Well, you're gonna be me. You're gonna be the most perverted part of me."

"Your dick?!"

"My cock and balls. You should be flattered. You'll be cumming again and again, you little bitch."

That was not how he had imagined his life going. He hadn't thought that he would lose everything to the Weregarurumon, not everything like this. He had thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd lose some of his humanity, be a rider on the Digimon for a while, and then get his body back when he was done being punished.

It seemed that he had disrespected the other guy enough that there was no going back. Not now. Not ever.

He panted as he felt his head being molded, his hair tugged by the toes against the back of his head. He groaned, huffing, puffing as the long feet pulled at him from either side, almost like they were molding him, shaping him between their pads.

His head was getting longer, stretched, narrow. His mouth was pushed along the front of his face, moving up towards the top of his head, and his eyes followed in some strange way. Little by little, he lost any definition as a human head.

He could feel his hair falling out, leaving him bald, and he could feel wrinkles popping in around his neck, and he guessed that the latter meant that it was becoming a sheath down there, something that would hold him and house him when he wasn't in use.

Dammit...didn't mean to...be this knowledgeable...

His eyes disappeared, but somehow, he could still see. He could see where the head of his 'cock' was pointing, and could see the paws around him.

Seeing the toes rubbing up and down on either side of his body, feeling them pressing into his face, feeling them grinding along him, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. It was only the sheer terror that the whole situation inspired that kept him from exploding, that kept him from losing his mind.

Nnngh...hold tight...hold tight...

He needed to keep control. If he came, if he lost it, then who knew if he would ever be able to transform back? Who knew if he would ever be able to do it now, but if he came, if he gave the Digimon that sort of satisfaction...

Well, he doubted that he would ever be able to respect himself again, either.

It got worse as the paws pressed against him more and more firmly, jerking him off as he got longer and longer. There was a strange sense of pride with that, and he didn't know if it came from Weregarurumon or if it came from him, but the sense of being big down there, being a big cock, was...

Rather good...

Very good...

He tasted more cum oozing through his mouth, and he shivered as he realized just how close he was getting to climax. Despite everything he did, despite tightening up, despite tensing what was left of his 'body', he could still feel the pleasure mounting, the need to cum flooding through him.

Where were the balls, he wondered, only for the question to be answered as they bobbed and bounced behind his neck. Under it.

The feeling of those paws rubbing him, of a hand grabbing around his 'head' and blinding him by rubbing him against a slippery palm, was so good. If he had eyes, they would have been rolling back in bliss.

As it was, all he could do was drool, and he drooled a lot, oozing over the hand on his face, spilling it along the paws as they jerked him harder, faster, further. He was right on the edge, and he could no longer hold back.

"Heh, that's it, little bitch. Cum and lock yourself in as a hot little dog cock...cum and lose it all."

Ryan whimpered, or at least, tried to. His cock body was already too huge, too stiff for him to make any sort of sound beyond the quietest of little burbles down in the balls that hung from him. Even they were churning like mad, pushing him to cum, to empty them of the load that they were starting to fill with.

He didn't know how to handle it. He doubted that there was anyone in the world that knew how to handle something like this. The once-human groaned, trying to swallow down the load that was gradually working its way up his new body.

The paws working him, the polishing hand, everything else fought him, forcing the stimulation almost literally down his throat, and he groaned in his head as he was forced further and further towards that edge.

And then, he was shoved over it.

With a silent moan, Ryan came, his body tensing, his entire body shaking and bouncing up and down between the massive white-furred, purple-padded paws on either side of him. He couldn't stop moaning in his head as he came, and came, and came, each spurt getting a bit weaker than the last, each sudden tension of squirting seed feeling like it was locking him down more and more into this shape.

For that matter, he actually felt stiffer and harder at the end of his orgasm than he had before it started. It was like his body had been warped, then solidified, like he had cummed himself into a whole new shape.

He could still see forward, particularly as the hand-paw left his tip. He saw a tongue come down to replace it, and gasped in shocking pleasure as it licked around the edge of his head, and then down along the rest of his body.

Nnngh...mmmph...nngh!

He would have bitten his lips if his face was free, but everything was stiff, unmoving. There was nothing that he could do besides twitch himself up and down, maybe pull at the balls that dangled from the lower part of his body.

But apart from that, he was paralyzed. Apart from that, he had no more movement than a cock normally would have.

Weregarurumon stroked him a few times, and Ryan let out a reluctant little whimper of pleasure as he felt that need stirring in him again. He realized that the Digimon was released from the normal human restriction of a refractory period, knew that the dog-like creature could be able to go again and again and again.

He would still feel the pain, the discomfort, the over-stimulation of being used right after orgasm, but he doubted that the host would. Not when he could do it for the big, sexy Digimon when they were rutting people.

Already, he was wondering what it would be like to have his body shoved into someone else, what it would feel like to rut someone in the way that only Weregarurumon could do it. They would be fucking people, rutting them, stuffing them with cock and cum and...

Oh god, he could feel the knot now. He could feel the throbbing based of his body, swollen just big enough to keep him out of the sheath waiting for him down there. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know if he wanted to go down, if he wanted to stay out, which would be better, which would be worse.

Another stroke, and he realized that it was rather hard to care about that sort of thing when he was feeling so much pleasure. He slumped back a little bit, letting himself go a bit softer, molding himself to the werewolf-Digimon's hand.

"That's it. Just let it all out."

Mmmph?

"All that independence. You ain't nothing but a cock now, so why should you be thinking about anything but what I want?"

My...my body, though...

"It was your body. It ain't no more."

Weregarurumon was right, much as Ryan hated to admit it. He could feel all his control over the rest of his body fading, what little bit he might have used to fight off the infestation of the great Digimon slipping away and giving itself over to the one who owned it, now.

He shivered as he felt his legs spreading, as his arms moved over his head, as his body stretched and shifted and moved from one position to another. It wasn't like before, when he was in charge. Not so strong a sensation as it had been when he was the one that moved things.

No, it was more like a phantom sensation, something that twitched and tweaked at the edges of his consciousness, something that nudged at him, that kept him on his toes and reminded him in subtle ways that he had never entirely been a cock.

The more he thought about it, the more comfortable he was with giving it up. He didn't need the reminder that he had been Ryan the human. He didn't need those painful memories when he could live in happy pleasure as a cock...

At least, that was what he told himself.

So, he gradually gave up the memory that he had been a person.

He slowly pushed away the reminder that he was upside-down, that his cock-body was where his head had been.

He refused to remember that he had been one person before, not two.

Instead, he just focused on the pleasure that came from being a cock. He focused on the pleasure that came from the hand around him, from the slow squeezes of the knot at the base of his body, on the weight that hung down and pushed him forward. All that mattered was the pleasure that he could give and the pleasure that he could feel.

Slowly, he softened, gradually sliding away into his sheath-home, the place that would house him and protect him when Weregarurumon didn't need a big fat cock to fuck someone with. Ryan felt a small surge of pride again at the reminder of his size, and he tried not to let it make him hard again.

After all, he needed rest. Needed to be all rested up for the rutting that'd happen later.

The End