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The Red Gaze

Written by Leo_Todrius

A gift for my Patrons

There was a unique smell to the air as the hours grew late. It was humid and earthy, the smell of dew that had not yet found its rest. It was the sort of smell Jason associated with long nights ending in satisfaction or defeat. Tonight wasn't quite either, but rather the culmination of a marathon session of playing video games with his friend and eating enough junk food that he might not even be hungry for breakfast - though at twenty, he still often found himself to be ravenous when it came to eating.

The orange glow of the old street lights sparkled in the diamond studs on Jason's ears, offsetting the dark contrast of his thick buzzed hair. His skin was well tanned even in the late autumn and his light gray and burgundy red sweatshirt sung of past glories in schooldays gone by. One of the reasons he kept on wearing it, though, was the matching pair of gray sweatpants that seemed to accentuate one of his better features and catch eyes in all the right ways. Even now, in the middle of the night, there was a slight grin on his pert lips as he felt himself swinging free down there.

A sharp, shrill sound burst from Jason's pocket, making the young man wince his almond colored eyes. Jagged and uneven vibrations accompanied the sound, helping the young man isolate the offensive object as his cell phone. He reached into his pocket and extracted the device, seeing his home screen blurred out in favor of a black box with a yellow caution symbol flashing. It was one of those emergency test alerts, although the message was... vague. Do not go outside. Do not make eye contact with them. Was it some kind of prank? Jason wanted to be mad, but it was so unfunny and so unspecific that he couldn't be anything more than mildly annoyed.

Jason let out a soft sigh, his breath turning to vapor in the cool air as he returned the phone to his pocket. It wasn't until the phone was safely secured that he wondered how many people just got woken up for garbage like that. Thinking of how much more annoyed he could have been, he felt a little better that he'd just been walking home at the time. Jason reached up to run his fingers over his perfectly even buzzed hair, feeling almost like he was his own stress relief object. His smile slowly returned as he thought back on some of the victories in his gaming session - at least until he heard something snap in the mild wilderness the city called a park.

It had always been a little bit of a hazard to walk home along the park; It was unlit, it had been an on-again off-again home to the disenfranchised, and then more recently a proving ground for gangs and criminals. Jason had hoped that being friendly with pretty much everyone in high school would have earned him a little bit of neutrality from those that grew up to belong to the latter group. Still, Jason turned in the direction the sound had come from and saw a pair of glowing red eyes gazing out from the darkness.

The moment their eyes met, Jason felt as though an electrical current had connected, freezing him in place. His arms and legs were stiff, his neck tight. The eyes he was looking into weren't just reflecting light, they were emitting it. The other took a step forward, then another. Red irises with flecks of copper like metal shavings floating on top of molten slag. The electrical current was rippling through Jason's body as if it was looking for something... It easily found his unrestrained manhood, prompting blood to flow into it. Likewise, Jason's nipples hardened rapidly, poking out like pinpoints against his shirt. Even his sphincter began to tighten and relax in a pulsating pattern he did not recognize.

Shadows began to spill off the figure as it emerged from the park. Those glowing red eyes were accompanied by a bat-like teardrop shaped nose, tall pointed ears covered with dark fur and the glistening ivory of two horns. The cheekbones were youthful, the brow bone reminiscent of someone Jason's age or maybe a year or two younger... but that pointed, faintly muzzled jaw was framed with a thick, coarse, bushy beard that glistened with the evening dew. The creature's shoulders were too wide for the size of his head, but that was for a very good reason... there had to be room for them to drape over another set of arms set just below, each arm accompanied by a large and pillowy pectoral muscle.

Like the unruly beard on the youthful face, the creature's body was a contradiction of youth and virility. The hair under the creature's four arms was just as bushy and wild as his beard, as was the hair on his bush and his ample bubble butt. Long, lithe legs were covered in the fur, but it tapered off before the creature's long, wicked, leathery feet that were tipped with talons and capped by a dew claw. Had Jason been able to take in the entirety of the creature because this monster willed it? He hadn't broken eye contact with it, he hadn't wanted to... How could he see so much detail while being unable to look away?

A scattering of clicks came, then another. The creature had made it to the sidewalk. It still gazed into Jason's soul but that current, that heat, grew stronger. It started to sizzle its way through his memories. Some flared brighter like the first time he'd orgasmed, the first time he'd been attracted to another man, the first time he'd had sex, or even the carnal pleasure that eating ravenously brought him. Other memories burned out and fell dark; Sunday school, western civics, and his volunteer work.

Something snapped and something popped. Jason wasn't sure if it was a memory or a ligament. A strange grin stretched across his face. The almond brown in his eyes began to sizzle as well, flecks of copper rising to the surface before the pigment of his iris began to shift. The memories of jacking off became more insistent, desperate, more seminal to his coming of age. The memories of fucking his friends became more vivid, though they were changing. It wasn't gentle or sweet, it was primal and animal. Jason lived in those memories, remembering his huge dick sinking deep into those squeezable asses over and over until his body was soaked with sweat.

A deep reverberating growl of pleasure emanated from the creature's immense double chest as it saw its influence taking root. It watched as this perfectly good young man gained the red eyes of its kind. It watched his unblemished face darken as stubble sprouted like moss, creeping down his jawline and across his chin. It watched as the erection lifted upright from those baggy gray pants... though it was a shame not to see the work progressing more directly. The monster reached out with one clawed hand to caress Jason's cheek, a gesture that only encouraged the stubble to push out by several centimeters into an actual thick and luscious sideburn. Two arms lowered to hook into his sweatpants and push them down, revealing a very fat, very long tan cock wobbling before him. A forked tongue emerged from the beast's lips, slurping across them before it drove back into Jason's eyes. It dove deeper into this being's memory, finding one of his more recent escapades.

Jason had been on the bus a few weeks prior, legs spread in that manspreading sort of way, revealing his dick outline through the strained fabric of his sweatpants. A curly, red haired nineteen year old had taken a fancy to the view and when Jason got off, he had followed despite it not being his stop. Jason had appreciated that initiative and found a secluded alley with which to reward the young man. This time, in Jason's memory, when he drew down his sweatpants... it wasn't a human dick that greeted him. It was faintly curved upward, the mushroom shaped tip pointed like a red pepper. Veins throbbed along the length, leading down to a bulbous, split circle knot at the base...

It was animal, it was large, it was furiously red, and it was just starting. In his memory, Jason wrapped a hand around that monster and started to stroke it off. As he did, his fingernails turned black, sinking into his digits before emerging from the tip as claws. The cock swelled and grew, fatter and fuller and bigger until it began to drool a satin silver slime that dribbled to the ground. Jason suddenly threw his head back, breaking eye contact from the monster as he let out a roar. His canine teeth stretched into gangs. His ears grew points, and the skin on his forehead began to swell as something grew beneath the irritated flesh. A surge of growth came from his budding beard, but his nose began to twist and pop, tilting upward, revealing his nostrils as the nose stretched into a more teardrop shaped tip.

When Jason managed to bring his head back down from the reverie, he fell back into the deep gaze of the monster before him. This time obediently, Jason lowered his hand to his manhood and began to stroke it. Just as in his vision, his fingernails began to darken. Unlike in his vision, his human cock was trying to make up for lost time by bridging the gap between the forms. He was rock hard and yet the shaft still grew longer. The head of his mushroom shaped cock began to strain from the growth, tapering more to a point as it elongated. The skin took on a more leathery consistency as it stretched taut allowing veins to bulge more. In his mind, Jason was fucking the red headed ginger silly with his monster cock. In reality, he was earning the tool he already saw in his mind. The flush of pheromones and hormones prompted the base to start swelling and bulging as his knot formed. The black hair around his groin began to spiral outward and thicken as it dropped down his thick legs.

Compared to the other creature, aside from the second set of arms and ample dick, Jason was technically larger. As such, as his legs started to gain fur, he already seemed more menacing and strong. The monster's multiple arms moved to take hold of Jason's sweatshirt, pulling in different directions until the fabric strained, stretched, and ultimately tore. The garment fell away and, to the creature's annoyance, had to be replicated with the shirt beneath. It tore easier, leaving Jason standing in the street in the middle of the night in sneakers, jacking off as his humanity drained away. The creature growled again happily, seeing new dark spots forming lower on Jason's stomach before new nipples began to protrude from them. As they formed, the fit flesh reshaped to segment out another set of pectorals.

Looking back up at the young man, his beard had grown out as if he'd been trying for six months or more. It was growing out an inch and a half from his chin, almost as long from his cheeks. His glowing red eyes seemed distant but thoughtful as his ears grew up taller, higher, narrowing to sharp points almost above the crown of his skull. They were leathery and scalloped, inhuman and covered in soft black fur that blended into the hair on his head. Only the glint of diamond studs remained as a memory of the ears he once had. Jason's handsome figure continued to reshape and reform. His nose snapped and popped a few more times until the teardrop shaped bat nose was complete. His arms glistened and sparkled with sweat as he jacked off, adding his left hand to his right, using both. Biceps and triceps bulged, his forearms thickening rapidly.

In his living memory, Jason imagined himself as the monster, drool dripping from forked tongue and gangs as he sunk them into the neck of the redhead, holding him there, pinning him as he filled his ass with that alien dick. Even before he had to orgasm, he started to pump cum into that nineteen year old's ass, filling his guts and belly until he sloshed when they thrust. That electrical current was still there, isolating impulses and memories and alternating them, cherry picking the specific moments that would add up to the new being. All innocence and mercy were gone from Jason. His tongue emerged from his lips, the tip twitching before it split into a two pronged fork.

Jason huffed and panted, fur now coating his chest and arms. He grunted and groaned, feeling like he was on the edge of something but not quite able to reach. In his living memory, he was satisfied and so was his partner but... his partner... was human. That wasn't right. The bite had started to spread venom through him, but he needed more. He looked down into those pale blue eyes of the redhead in his dream and he began to change him, watching as hair bristled from the young man's cheeks, watched as his ears grew tall and his nose grew handsome. He watched that scrawny, frail, gangly young man sprout a second set of arms and a pepper prick worthy of filling others and that innocent youthful smile grew devious as horns sprouted from his head and-

"Raaargh!" Jason hissed and growled. The strained leathery skin on his forehead tore before two horn nubs emerged, breaking through the furious flesh. The nubs remained still for a moment before Jason's skull grew hot and then the horns began to ooze out, thickening, lengthening, hardening rapidly. A wet, slick tearing sound came as his bulging arms began to narrow and constrict in the middle, segmenting out before the skin snapped. Fresh virgin flesh, lighter than the rest, covered where the cells had divided, but two pairs of arms soon parted from one another, connected in muscle groups to two pairs of furry pits and two pairs of plump pectorals.

There was so much pleasure and pain, so much sinuous power, that it only now dawned on Jason that his feet were absolutely aching. It felt as if they'd been squeezed and crushed by vices. He tried to wiggle his toes, to stretch his feet, and it started to work. His sneaker groaned and snapped as stitches tore. Leather and plastic tore before a large, leathery, veined foot erupted outward. A spurt of blood leaked down his heel as a wicked black dewclaw tore its way free. Portions of his heel and toe tips swelled out into paw pads as his toenails grew dark and dangerous, thickening and curving down like sickles. One large foot splayed out, then the other, kicking away the remnants of his human clothing - accessories he would never need again.

As Jason's living memory reached its climax, he soon approached his. In the altered memory, the ginger had become a short but well muscled monster of lust and debauchery, belly bloated with cum and face framed with a long copper colored beard that tapered down to a point in the center of his four pectorals. In his dream the young man roared out a call of their new species as his hard red dick split into two, each one spewing out thick jets of sticky corruptive semen. Was this how their kind divided the sexes? One type of male with one huge dick, and another type of male with two? Or were each of them merely unique in their own way? Jason had to know...

For the second time the red gaze was broken, but this time Jason was not lost to the split second. He stood there, large chest rising and falling with breath, two of his four hands wrapped around an immense cock easily double, if not three times larger than it had been before. His face still tingled as his beard continued to grow longer, his tall bat-like ears twitching. Jason slowly gathered himself, looking around and then back at the monster before him - the beautiful, handsome monster whose fur was faintly copper colored, whose beard tapered down to a point well below his chin, whose groin was complimented by a pair of very full, very erect pepper pricks.

"You..." Jason growled, his voice deeper and alien. The other creature licked his lips with that forked tongue as he reached up, using his claws to start pinching one of Jason's nipples, forcing it to pulse and squirm and grow fatter.

"I knew I had to find you... If you could be that good as a human, just imagine what you can do now that you're one of us." The younger man whispered, leaning up to lick Jason's ear before nuzzling the corner of his neck.

"One of u-" Jason started to ask before he felt two sharp fangs pierce into his neck. The pain was startling enough, though kind of hot, but he felt a pulsing throb as something was injected directly into his bloodstream. The copper furred creature wrapped four arms around Jason and held on. Jason began to hiss and groan, grunting. His muscles grew hotter and hotter before they began to expand - all of them. His cock swelled and stretched. Jason grunted, using all four of his arms to lift the creature that was injecting him with venom, lining him up until that fat, furry ass was over his huge cock, and then brought him down onto it, impaling him.

By instinct alone, Jason started to thrust easily. The tapered, pointed head of his shaft found its goal easily, spearing into the younger man's ass just as it had in that alley. Jason's hips jumped and jolted, adding inch after inch as he plumbed the depths. As he did, he continued to grow. Jason's back ached as his spine stretched. His legs burned as they grew longer. Fur sprouted and bristled across his broad upper shoulders, patches forming on his lower set of arms. His fangs grew longer and the roof of his mouth felt tender as new venom sacs formed in the roof of his mouth. He could smell the salt and musk and sex and blood with his new bat-like nose, and he loved it.

Jason and the other were no longer lost in memories of their own making, they were in the moment. Jason's horns grew taller and prouder, his cock stretching the ass of this nineteen year old beast he was mounting. The smaller creature pulled back to lick and lap at the wound as it healed before he buried his face in Jason's thickening beard. He nuzzled that bushy, thick mane of hair before he licked it and nipped at it, affectionately indulging Jason's manly show of prowess. They were a tangle of too many limbs until they toppled to the sidewalk in an uneven heap.

Gaining better purchase, Jason splayed his legs and pinned the other to the ground, slamming in mercilessly into that ass. Before he even came near orgasm, he began to expel jet after jet of sticky cum. It seemed he wasn't alone as the other's twin cocks began to dribble, twitch, and then spray the slime up along his abdomen, then leaving sheets of the goo across his pecs. Jason brought his head down, tilting his distorted, slightly distended face so he could kiss the other. Forked tongues met, fangs brushed, noses twitched.

Little by little, Jason's speed increased. He got as deep as he could go, stretching the other wider until he found he couldn't quite pull back anymore. His knot had swelled inside of his partner, trapping him there. He moaned and groaned, but kissing wasn't enough. Jason brought his horned, bearded head up, bearing his sharp, curved fangs before he came down and sank them into this partner's neck. The partner cooed out in surprise and pleasure as the venom spread through his veins. Jason's huge cock quivered and what had been a jet soon became a geyster. Load after load of mutant spunk pumped into the other's ass, filling his intestines steadily. Jason felt electric, his eyes half lidded but glowing red like molten metal.

As the two lay there, feeling each other's embrace, lost to the glow of such a good orgasm, their pointed ears could hear quite a few things... Throughout the city there were moans of pleasure, of lust, and occasionally surprise or shock. The warning had not been enough. If anything, it had woken many up to see the red gaze lurking at the edge of their awareness. The complexity of humanity was burning away, replaced with the baser, more dependable animal instincts and primal sensations. Jason, for one, couldn't have been happier as his four arms held his new lover, his fangs delivered mutagenic venom into his veins, and his thick and full beard was coated by the cum of his lover's twin dicks. As he looked down into his partner's eyes, he knew that red gaze was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life.