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Day 14 - Drugs/Chemicals

"Five drops"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

"Just the right amount..."

The reddish substance dissolved almost instantly after falling from the dropper. 5 drops. No more, no less. That was the instruction. And he followed it obediently. 5 drops on each beer. No more. No less. He didn't even need to stir the beverage. The drug disappeared in a matter of seconds, like magic, leaving no trace of what he had done.

He heard the laughs coming. The orca hid the vial in the pocket of his orange trousers, then sat back on the recliner, right before the Street Sharks entered the living room. Big Slammu and Ripster left bowls with chips on the table, while Streex took his beer and chugged almost half of it before falling heavily over the sofa.

"It's nice to have a boys' night," the tiger shark said, resting his feet over the table, dangerously close to the chips. His black roller skates fell heavily over the wood, almost tipping over the other beers.

"C'mon! Don't be disgusting! Get your stinky feet out of the table," the white shark, Ripster, exclaimed, pushing away his legs from the table before sitting next to his brother.

"Oh, since when mom's living with us?" Streex mocked, getting them all to laugh.

"Behave you two, we have a guest," Big Slammu came right after, taking his spot on the other couch, right opposite to Moby Lick, the big orca attired in orange pants.

"Yeah, it's good to have you around, Moby. It's been a while," Ripster was the next one to take a sip from his beer.

The orca didn't reply immediately. He held his beer in his right hand, staring deeply at the little swirl he had made on the liquid with his finger moments ago. But before the silence became awkward, he looked up at Ripster and smiled.

"I know. I've been busy out of town. Got a new job and everything."

"It must be a demanding one. We haven't heard from you in weeks!" Big Slammu mentioned before filling his maw with a fistful of chips.

"Yeah. I almost went to the Aquarium to check if you weren't the new attraction," Streex chuckled, and the four friends shared another laugh, clinking their mugs during a speechless toast.

"I'm the main orca every Friday, you should go and check it out. It's a great show!"

Another laugh. It was nice for the Street Sharks to have this kind of freedom. Dr. Paradigm had been arrested, and they were free to enjoy their lives as anthropomorphic sharks. Things were finally going well.

"No, but for real, where are you working now?" Ripster asked. He leaned forward to take some chips when his nose caught a strange odor in the air. However, the white shark couldn't tell from where exactly it was coming, so instead, he drank his beer to forget about it.

"Well, I'm not sure if I should talk about it. Don't wanna get your hopes up or anything."

Moby continued making swirls on the beer. He wasn't drinking. He just stirred the beverage and looked at it spin clockwise.

The nature of his comment made the sharks ignore what he was doing with the beer. They had an idea, but none of them dared to ask immediately, afraid of what the others would think. They exchanged perplexed looks in an attempt to pressure the others to speak up. All of this while Moby continued playing with the beer, making swirls every now and then.

It was Slammu the one who had the courage to say what his brothers couldn't. The red whale shark drank some beer to swallow his fear, then put the mug over the table.

"C'mon. You can tell us. We're friends, remember?"

But there wasn't a lot of trust being carried in those words, and they knew it. Moby finally took a sip from his beer, before carefully putting the mug over the table. His face changed. the smile from moments ago widened, but not in a way they would call cheerful.

"I've been working along with a scientist on a serum to counter the mutation. He wants to make a version that would let us switch between the human and shark shape at will."

None of the Street Sharks said anything immediately. They drank from the beers, looking for the right answer. It would be a lie to say they didn't think about it, to be humans again. But after all, they went through, they had gotten used to their new bodies. And now the idea of leaving it, even if they were able to switch back at will, was... strange.

Moby noticed their concern and invited them to clink their mugs again, getting them to drink more of their beer. Streex finished it right away, dripping some of it over his bare chest.

"As I said, don't get your hopes up. It's still in development," Moby continued, looking to calm their nerves.

Ripster, again, held the mug close to his snout. There was that strange smell again, lingering around the crystal edge. He couldn't tell what it was exactly. It wasn't a familiar scent. And, for some reason, it put him on edge. Streex next to him was wobbling his body left and right, visibly tipsy, although they hadn't drunk that much. Before he could mention it, Slammu asked something that caught his interest.

"And how did you meet him?"

Moby looked pleased with the question as if he had been waiting for it.

"He got in touch with me after discovering I overcame the control serum Paradigm used on me. I'll be helping them since then, both as an assistant and test subject."

"... test subject?" Ripster repeated.

"But enough of that. I wanna hear more about you, guys. It's been so long. So why don't we change the subject?"

Ripster thought about replying. Slammu was about to inquire further into Moby's new job. Both put those thoughts aside the moment Moby asked about their lives. Suddenly, that seemed a bit more important than anything else.

"Streex, you've been working out, right? Why don't you flex a bit for us?"

The tiger shark, who had just been acting slightly tipsy, went back to normality and stood up. Cheerful and eager as always, he adopted several poses to show off his muscles, going as far as to "make dance" the purple stripes on his arms. His biceps, triceps, pecs, trapezius, and rhomboids; he left no muscle unattended on his routine, and it was visible in each pose he made.

"Amazing, don't you think?" Moby asked.

"Yes, yes," Ripster and Slammu answered in unison.

"Why don't you go and touch a little? Streex won't mind."

The first one to do so was Ripster. The white shark never considered the idea of feeling his brother's body, yet his hand moved naturally to follow the outline of his abs, then moved up along the left side, all of it while Streex continued posing and flexing. It was simply amazing how much dedication he had put into each muscle. It made him remember his brother wasn't so lazy and disrespectful all the time.

Slammu moved aside the table to have a bit more room. His hands went instead over his brother's pecs, right below his big jaw. It was in his perspective the most attractive part of his body. Attractive. Why did he use that word? He didn't stop too long to think about it. Attractive fitted well with him

"Very impressive, right? You like it, Streex?" Moby asked, taking another drink from his beer.

"Yeah! This is why I work so hard every day," the tiger shark replied, getting excited over the physical affection shown by his brothers.

"Keep working this hard and you'll reach Slammu very soon. I'm still amazed you have that body naturally."

The red whale shark shrugged. If only his cheeks could show the blush.

"Well, I got the best genes, I guess."

Moby giggled, and then his eyes landed on the white shark. His hand kept touching his brother's muscles a bit hesitantly. The smile on the orca's face disappeared, aware he was dealing with the smartest of the four Bolton brothers. He should have been his focus from the beginning.

"Ripster, you're staying behind. Why don't you finish your beer? Loose yourself a bit, would you?"

The comment took him by surprise. He stopped what he was doing to stare at the mug. It was true he hadn't drunk as much as the other two, but something in the beer kept telling him to be careful. It didn't smell like the rest. Yet he couldn't stop himself from drinking, just like Moby said. He drank the rest of it, delighting himself in the intense and slightly sour taste of beer as it descended down his throat. And he didn't question why, he just did it, going against the guts telling him to put the mug down.

And after he did, that voice left too.

"You have to wear those clothes always, Ripster? Isn't it a bit too formal for home? Why don't you take them off?"

Another of Moby's suggestions. And Ripster didn't feel anything weird about it. He followed obediently, standing up to undress before his brothers. They were his brothers, after all. It was ok if it happened before them. So he didn't experience any shame in showing off his naked body, nor from exposing the wet slit.

Streex and Slammu watched as his brother undressed, the latter made a pause to finish his beer, only to go straight back to attending to his brother's pecs.

"And you're not getting behind, guys. Slammu, don't be so shy. Why don't you move your hands a bit down? Around his crotch."

Another one. And they obeyed. But Slammu finally showed a slight hesitation before his hands began a shy massage on Streex's crotch, right above his slit.

The tiger shark huffed from the touch of those big hands, his mind and judgment fogged up by the booze he had consumed. A total knucklehead and self-proclaimed ladies' man, Streex didn't find anything wrong in what his brother was doing. He even got closer and pulled down his yellow sweatpants a bit to offer Slammu more freedom to touch. The red whale shark, shyly, looked at Moby as if he expected some approval from his part, which he got in the shape of a nod.

Free from his clothes, and while witnessing the immoral act being committed by his brothers, Ripster finally questioned the reason behind his behavior. It felt natural. But it wasn't. Not only were they brothers, but they had never expressed any interest in males at all! There was nothing natural in their actions, yet he moved forward when the orca told him to kneel.

"Help them, Ripster. Show your brothers how much you love them and please them. Taste their manhoods. After all, the three of you want each other, right?"

No... no, that wasn't right. They were brothers. They were family! What Moby commanded was wrong! But the moment Ripster knelt, those doubts were shaken. If only for a moment, while the white shark helped diligently with his brothers' clothes, helping them get naked just as he was.

And the smell of his arousal, that soft but enticing fragrance, did nothing but reinforce the strong chemical that had already reached his brain. Just 5 drops. Nothing more, nothing less. And the effect was stronger than the control serum, all thanks to Moby's help.

The drug worked quickly, that's how he developed it. A better version that reduced the subject's defenses, turning it more vulnerable to control and manipulation. A simple phrase could manipulate his memories. An order would be followed without objections. And while it still needed more tests, the arctic fox watching the scene from afar was pleased with the results, rubbing his bulge as he saw the incestuous threesome taking place at the Street Sharks' house.

Three naked sharks before him. Moby wanted to jerk off, but he wasn't instructed to do so. He was told to go and drug them with the serum, and that was all. Don't touch yourself. Stay and watch, You'll receive instructions later. And that's what Moby did. So he watched in silence his treason developing into a sinful and immoral threesome; one the sharks would enjoy, whether they like it or not.

They would learn to enjoy it.

Just like Moby did.

Ripster trembled. The smell was getting stronger as their cocks came out. Both large, and thick at the base, already covered in pre. Slightly curved at the tip, Ripster got a moan out of them as he grabbed both. The smooth flesh, warm and slippery, felt so nice to touch and encouraged the shark to start rubbing it. But at the same time he felt the guilt from his actions, one he shared with his brothers after he looked up at them.

Shyness and shame pried through their eyes as they saw each other put everything aside to follow Moby's orders, even when they didn't get any joy from it. What they did before, yes, they liked that. But what Moby had commanded was a plain and simple order. He never told them to enjoy it; only what to do.

"Ripster, suck their cocks. Streex, Slammu, make out."

That wasn't Moby's order. He repeated what the fox commanded. And the brothers obeyed without questioning. They couldn't refuse. Even when they had their doubts, the sharks moved on with his order. The tiger and the whale shark held each other in their arms and began to kiss and grope each other; the white shark put his jaws to work, starting with messy licks to both shafts and quickly moving on to a blowjob, being extra careful with the teeth.

"Let the joy and pleasure flow slowly. Don't rush it. Savour it. You will be my obedient sluts by the end of this. Let this be your first lesson."

Moby spoke with the confidence given by his Master, who sent them there to finish what Dr. Paradigm couldn't do and force the Street Sharks into submission. But where one mad scientist wanted to control the world, the other wanted nothing more than the bodies of those beefy sharks for his personal gain. For they were nothing but studs he could breed and milk and use at his will.

The Street Sharks would be a nice addition to his collection.

Just like he commanded, the joy and pleasure from what they were doing began to build up inside their minds. It powered the drug, changed the chemistry of their brains, and slowly pushed them into the unquestionable obedience and loyalty he expected. No need for extra doses. No need for more tests. All they had to do was enjoy each other.

Streex and Slammu began their kiss shyly. But both studs were gaining confidence, with the tiger shark taking control of the situation, subduing his stronger brother, just like he used to do with females. The red whale shark put no resistance, visibly excited with the passion with whom his brother was kissing him. His strength lost all meaning when he surrendered himself to Streex, knowing for the first time what it was to be weaker.

And their excitement was reflected on their cocks. Ripster swallowed the pre, an acquired taste that grew on him with each lick given. The white shark gave his brothers an equal level of attention, sucking one while jerking off the other, then switching places. And he was getting turned on by it more and more. From the smell and their flavor, and the moans coming from their jaws while they kissed.

Their kiss. That messy, noisy kiss. It was music to their ears. So were their huffs and moans. And the intoxicating musk, one that was getting too thick to breathe, encouraged the trio to get more into it. The fear and shame turned to ashes under the fiery flame of their lust, freeing them from those shackles and slowly giving the brothers the freedom to enjoy each other, just like he commanded.

It was becoming their new reality. The obedience sank in, pushed into their brains by the keep-growing pleasure they experienced. Each kiss, each lick, each moan; it all constructed the foundations of what the Street Sharks would be from now on.

"Ripster, stop and stake a seat. Streex, Slammu, be good brothers and return the favor."

And they followed the command, no longer ashamed of what they were doing, but happy to receive an order. The white shark sat down on the other couch and let his brother attend to his cock, the eager sharks licking and sharing kisses while they were at it. The mind control had finally set in.

"I believe they're ready, Master," Moby said, getting up from the couch.

From the safety of his laboratory, Sanmer, the arctic fox, stood up. He looked at the screen with a sly smile on his snout, pleased and proud of himself for perfecting yet another tool of control.

"Indeed, they are. It is a shame we couldn't reunite the four brothers, but we'll have an opportu-"

Like an act of destiny, from the same door they walked in minutes ago, a brown hammerhead shark walked in. None of them heard it coming, and he didn't notice anything, focused as he was on reading the labels from the packages that had arrived.

"Hey guys, you wouldn't believe who sent us a present," Jab announced.

Then he froze on the spot, speechless at what was happening before his very eyes. The package sent by Dr. Paradigm fell down, its contents broken before they discovered what it was.

Jab stuttered nonsense, trying to understand what his brothers were doing. But the lack of remorse in their eyes, accompanied by the loud huffs and growls, told him he wasn't having a nightmare, as his mind made him believe at first.

His brothers were fucking in the living room.

Sanmer's smile got even bigger. His hands immediately began to remove the clothes covering his slender body. The impression had left the fourth brother vulnerable, an easy target to discover how the serum worked if ingested directly.

"Moby, I believe we'll have to extend the lesson."