Seeing Spots
The following is a commission made for Jdog5785 and courteously typed up by the great and powerful Nocturnal_lupus that me and many of my friends know as "The shota slut filler" :P
People always say that good guys who play by the rules always get screwed, but if that were true, he wouldn't have this job at the firehouse. As it turned out, Kevin was very lucky that someone else taking the firefighter exams had boasted about cheating on Facebook and took three others down with him in the ensuing fiasco.
Thanks to that, he had been given a chance which would otherwise be out of his control. Apparently, they took those tests so seriously that a shitty underqualified dunce like him was a better prospect than the others who got better scores. In truth, Kevin had only messed up on the sections about handling the axe and oxygen tanks, but those are kind of important. Well that, and which fire extinguishers work on what fires; can't throw water on burning oil!
It was also fortunate the chief of Ladder 69 overlooked these as things he could simply learn on the job. Sure, he had to move to another state, but there were a lot of men who'd sell their souls for the job and acclaim that came with being a fireman. Going to different preschools and elementary schools to teach fire drills had already given him a sense of that adoration for the man in the position.
Kevin had been on the job for a month, replacing another guy in his fifties who died from cancerous lungs after running into burning buildings without a respirator and inhaling dangerous chemicals released from melted plastic fixtures and furniture. The man was a hero, never wasting the time to put on protective coverings just so he could get inside faster and beat a sweeping blaze to the people.
He wondered if he would ever have the balls to risk so much like that guy. Maybe he would learn that bravery on the job, or perhaps it was spontaneous, like a sudden onset of a fever. Either way, his day was over as the engine came back to the firehouse, all the men tired and smelling of ash and sulfur after building fire breaks in a prairie thirty miles away. Tired, they went back to the precinct and took off their clothes to be in bed with their wives.
Nobody was going to stay behind, so Kevin was forced to look after the station and call everyone back in it! There was another emergency. He wouldn't be alone, though. One of the other guys had rescued a Dalmatian puppy from a lab where animal testing had taken place. A member of the Animal Liberation Front had literally dropped Bandit off at the guy's porch and ran away.
Roy wasn't an idiot; when he got a free dog and saw the laboratory bombing on the news, he put the two together and said nothing about the incident for ten years for fear this corporation would take back its property. By the time he said anything about it, the Dalmatian (he hadn't been neutered) was like a part of the family and the firemen of Ladder 69 would die to defend him from going back to those labs.
It was a tearful story, but it would probably be better if they'd told him why the dog was named "Bandit". Turned out, the canid was pretty horny at times and had done a fair amount of humping guys who were on hands and knees looking for remotes or pens under couches and whatnot. Such incidents never came to much since the person surprised by 'ass bandit' always had pants or at least underwear on to make sure nothing ever happened.
Unfortunately, when you take a shower, it's not just in prison that you have to worry about bending over to get the soap. As Kevin washed all the dirt and ash from his skin, he felt something heavy fall down his cheek and neck, practically becoming blind in one eye as a contact lens popped out of position and fell on the shimmering white tiles below. With the good vision he had in his remaining eye, he saw the lens roll around in the puddle and drifting for the drain.
In a panic, he drove after the strange, milky-white bubble wafting around in the waters as it neared a swirling vortex. Kevin was on hands and knees, flailing at it like a bear going after a salmon. His fingers slapped it out of immediate danger, only so he could clamber to retrieve it by swatting at it like a fly.
Busily going at it for a minute or so, he heard the dog's running footpads coming alarmingly close. Even when Bandit was splashing around in the shallow water of the shower room did Kevin ignore his presence, assuming the canid was just thirsty and wanted to drink some of the liquid.
He had almost caught up to the contact, which was good since it would be hard to get an emergency replacement for it by tomorrow. Just as he held the floppy piece of plastic film between two fingers, he lost it again when a heavy weight dropped on his back, scraping rows of long shallow scratches on his waist. The strong tingly burn of pain was another instance of panic in which he would freak out and throw the dog off - if he could.
Where the claws had scored rows into his skin, he could feel his spine get icy and numb like it had fallen asleep, leaving him paralyzed in his submissive position but otherwise able to feel everything that 'ass Bandit' had planned for him. He wanted to protest - to deny the sexual advances of the Dalmatian - but even his own mouth did not obey.
The first thing that he felt was a slimy cold on his asshole in contrast to the warmth of the water. Only a dog's nose felt like that as Bandit buried his muzzle in between Kevin's pliant chubby cheeks. A sudden shiver came over his body when a hot tongue made contact with his lower opening, making the tight ring of flesh contract and flex under various weird but pleasant licks as the Dalmatian ate out his ass as though it were a bitch's virgin plump sex.
As much as he liked the tingling ecstasy of getting rimmed, the fact that it was a dog doing all the work utterly disgusted him. He didn't mind that others were into bestiality, but it wasn't something he enjoyed. Strangely enough, his biggest worry wasn't about getting raped by a dog like a surprise IRS audit, but someone coming back to the station to see this humiliating act.
Bandit's tongue slithered lewdly through his clenched rings and wagged around deep in his body as if a small tentacle. He found himself unable to do much else but blush while warm steamy water pattered off their naked bodies like a summer rain, the kennel stud's tail flipping around excitedly while the dog went on and enjoyed the carnal taste of his salty sweet posterior with that crazy tongue.
The spotted dog's tongue left behind a vacuum devoid of pleasure that only served to somehow violate him further. Heavy paws fell on top of him again as the human found himself supporting half of Bandit's body on his waist, body trimmed nails raking more thin burning lines in his skin while Bandit shook the water from his soggy fur in one long electric convulsion of his muscles, flinging drops all over the place.
Reasonably satisfied, the four-legged fuck machine ducked his head between his forelimbs to give his hard pink organ a few sloppy laps with shivers of pleasure before resuming his normal bitch-pounding posture. This obvious show of canine lust worried Kevin, for he knew Bandit could gloat about his horniness and sexual prowess all he wanted as long as his new human whore was unable to dislodge him.
If it weren't for the calm relaxing heat of the sprinkling water, he'd have painful cramps in all of his hardened, locked muscles by now. Though he'd never been infected by it, thanks to hours spent working with a paramedic in preparation for being a firefighter he'd seen one or two children nearly die from it in intensive care, their limbs locked in permanent contractions that couldn't be unwound. If that wasn't a good example, it was the best he could think of when given the circumstances.
His thoughts were disturbed as something poked around his ass like a rough finger continuing to jab all over his meaty buns or slipping under his balls like a hot rocket. Why was Bandit so shitty at doing this? Then again, he remembered that dogs and horses kept for breeding often had problems with getting their endowments in the right hole. Kevin often thought it was funny that horse-breeding needed an additional person just to put the cock in the right position. With a hard doggie dick pounding all over his butt like an unmerciful cigar made out of nonpliant steel, he didn't find that so funny anymore and even sympathized with those poor female horses in the wild who didn't have the perk of human intervention to stop a stallion from bruising their backside with uncontrolled thrusts.
Fuck, it was humiliating to admit it, but Kevin could use one of those. At least it would be better than a blunt stabbing session with an immoderately thrusting dog. Kevin broke into tears at one point as the bitch bone smacked into his scrotum again - this time with enough force to rattle his junk around like loose marbles and cause him great pain. Even a chick crunching them under a high-heeled shoe must certainly feel better than that!
He would have broken down and cradles his boys if he weren't under the dog's power. Thank god he found the right hole, though. At this point, he was ready to celebrate. No more wayward cock threatening to make sitting an illusion or turn him into a eunuch with anymore of those debilitating strikes on his man-jewels. Bandit finally found the right place and he was going to bury his dog bone in there for a good while ... along with a bulge almost the size of a tennis ball.
Kevin almost fainted when he saw it; that knot was certainly unnaturally large for a dog of this size. It looked as though it were some kind of mutation in this Dalmatian's DNA. Maybe Bandit's ancestors had trouble plugging bitches to better keep the semen inside. Otherwise, he couldn't really imagine why unless the dog had somehow evolved to fuck people and hold them hostage like some parasite - but that was ridiculous, surely?
As insisting warmth spread on his pucker like a dull fiery ache until Bandit grunted, his thick dick popping into Kevin's ass and coating the passage with pre for the other invading eight inches. Then, a vigorous thumping began, with the knot abruptly stopping any further advancement. The Dalmatian clearly seemed enthused to get past that initial blockage, as a smell of the wet dog overcame the air like a beastly perfume while Bandit sought to drill his canid sausage past the human's temporary virginity. Given the way Bandit's rapid primal jabs and thighs beat into Kevin's supple ass, it wouldn't take too long to get through his defenses.
He couldn't imagine how it was possible, but the knot was slowly sinking further past Kevin's muscular puckered rings with every pump of animalistic horny shoves. Pre had already filled his ass with a shallow slurping enema while greasing the hot reddish organ with enough lube to keep this sex going on indefinitely.
Bandit howled loudly as his instinctual urges were suddenly fulfilled, an accidental clench of the human's pucker sucked the knot deep inside and tied them together with a sharp pang of agony in Kevin's ass from the sudden pop of hardened flesh into inexperienced depths which couldn't handle it. For a long moment, he gasped in horror tainted with sharp pain not unlike the previous testicle trauma.
When his eyes weren't clouded with a red mist and blinking stars from the hyperventilating that accompanied torture from knot rape, he found a new terror awakened: there was no escape, now. Bandit was locked in his aching sore ass and would now fill it with his bestial canid seed.
The dog then panted in copious breaths while his cock bounced around inside. Since he was knotted and there wasn't as much guidance on that stout shaft, it seemed like the throbbing cock was beating a desperate fury of blows more than anything else, Kevin feeling the boner jab him all over in his anus in weird angles as Bandit struggled not to slip on the shimmering tiles underfoot.
As much as he wanted to pretend this wasn't happening, it was a nightmare impossible to wake from. Just as he was busy denying it, he heard a voice and truly wondered if the act of anal rape by a dog had driven him insane.
: Be quiet, and learn to take my seed, bitch : It was an amused and sophisticated male's voice, which startled him. Kevin thought he was alone in the firehouse, but quickly remembered that it wasn't quite true.
Bandit? Was the spotty canine somehow talking to him? It was so ridiculous, he wouldn't have believed it if it had happened any other time. During the course of getting fucked, he knew it was less a parlor trick and more a certain sign of the dog's superiority over him.
: Once I finish my breeding, you'll belong to me forever : Now that sounded like a promise more than anything and once he heard it, he knew Bandit had something sinister planned.
Kevin did little more than bite his lip while each of those thrusts beat the knot against his aching anus like one of those alien things, causing him to cry and wish for it to stop. A heavy pair of low dog danglers beat against his own sore nuts, the dotty dog's orbs heavy with unspent cum.
Even as an intense fire started in his ass from all the furious stud pounding, he could only wonder why the ass bandit hadn't orgasmed yet. Such a duration of sex was maddening - he wanted this torture over with. Maybe then he might be able to move and slap the dog with a newspaper a few times for being too naughty or something.
: Are you ready for your master's cum? : Bandit asked, filling his mind with lewd images of other mountings with feral bitches as an afterthought. Only now did he begin to wonder about the dog's strange mental abilities. Kevin would have gave it consideration before, but he was a bit tied up for the moment, keeping him from seriously thinking about anything else.
Was Bandit an alien, or did that experimenting do something to him?
Kevin strained his neck and gasped in ecstasy when the dog found his prostate. Once that happened, Bandit made a regular effort to deflect the tip of his penis up against it like endless milking strokes of a finger. He found himself growling at the raw pleasure from his unused male organ and quickly ejaculated into the water in a milky thick swirl which was quickly diluted and lost by the churning waters of multiple drains. As a consequence, his ass tightened up and milked that doggy boner in a strong grip of convulsing flesh, finally allowing the mutt to fill his butt with stud soup.
As unbelievably heavy thick load was now gurgling around in his intestines while Bandit flipped himself around, now butt-to-butt with Kevin while his knot kept all that gooey canid juice inside like a patched dam ready to flow. He knew they would probably be stuck like this for fifteen or so minutes, but Kevin quickly found that getting caught and kicked out for fucking a dog was the least of his worries.
A strange tingle began in his ass, sort of like electric bubbles. He could feel things popping and zapping him all over, practically making his whole body vibrate. The human was terrified as this was certainly not normal. For a moment, he wondered if he'd caught a disease and was going to die. It was that same peculiar fear he had when he first masturbated: his cock orgasmed for a whole minute and he wondered if it would kill him.
This unusual activity inside him was like that, too. Overall sexually thrilling but too queer for someone sexually naïve like himself to understand. Throughout all of the ordeal, he still couldn't move, but inexplicable, fucked-up things were beginning to take place.
His blind eye; the practically blurry messed-up one he needed a new contact lens for, now saw the shower room perfectly while his eye that could see suddenly maladjusted itself and made clear vision impossible. There was also a bit of color blindness and a noticeable blue tint to his sight as well, like his eyes weren't his own or he was suffering nasty side-effects of an overdose on Viagra.
Bandit's tail wagged with enthusiasm, indicating at least one of them was happy. Kevin could hardly appreciate anything given all that had occurred and even now, further irregularities to his anatomy began to freak him out like a bad LSD trip. Thankfully, besides the new eye trick and a buttload of dogcum, that seemed the end of the awkwardness so he could relax.
Kevin would probably sit on a toilet for hours to void all that sticky mess out and see his doctor the next day, but hopefully forget he ever got fucked by a talking dog. No, he didn't care if Bandit could talk. So far, all the canid did was use that sexy appealing voice to intimidate him like some kind of kennel wh9ore. He found himself shuddering when his mind dredged up all that imagery of all those other dogs the Dalmatian had bred - a few of them submissive neutered males that had lost all trace of fight or masculinity; just butt bitches for the sexy Spots to pour his cum into.
Five-or-so minutes elapsed before Bandit's balloon deflated enough for Kevin to escape, and for once, under his own power! The paralysis gone, he jumped away and did his best to empty out the Dalmatian's thick hot present, several ropy viscous strands drooling from his red gaping anus like gathered bunches of shiny white hair.
Content he had voided most of that bitch jelly, he found himself looking back at that dog in apprehension. Bandit looked back towards him over that lean stringy shoulder, an apparent panting grin on his muzzle as though in triumph. "I need to see a psychiatrist, now," Kevin grumbled, reaching a finger back between his buttocks to see how bad the damage was. Aside from a bit of soreness, he supposed he got off lucky; considering the size of that knot, he could have been worse off, and he was "knot" joking.
: You'll learn to like it once you see the gift I have bestowed : Exactly what was the dog talking about? Hadn't he already finished that particular present down the drain, or was the horny raging beast referring to something else like the trauma of rape, the gift that keeps on giving?
"Shut up," he finally mumbled out, having nothing wittier to say in response.
Kevin redressed and went about turning off all the lights in the firehouse except for the room with a litterbox left to Bandit. Initially, he found it strange that a dog could use one, but it wasn't like dogs were complete idiots. If they could be housebroken, then they could be trained to use whatever was handy for owners to clean up.
As much as he wanted to kick the Dalmatian out of the building for violating him, Kevin owed him some measure of decency if for no other reason than he was already family to the other guys in the group. Once he took out his now useless contact lens and got adjusted to driving with mutated eyesight, he noticed that the green lights were now bright blue, a strange development, but probably not the worst.
When he got home and greeted his wife, she could already smell the cum on him. The stench had already metabolized in his sweat and breath after a few hours. She couldn't tell what it was, but he already knew, further disgusted and annoyed. But that poignant fact could not disguise a far more startling discovery.
"Kevin, honey - why are your eyes blue?" It was that statement from Wanda that threatened to give him a heart attack. His eyes had always been a soft doe-like almond, and he never knew his spouse to be much of a liar, so her observation must be the truth. He offered a noncommittal confused answer; he had been put through so much and could only think of sleep.
Maybe he would try to piece this shit together in the morning, but right now, he was too achy and exhausted to give much of a fuck about anything. Hopefully, Wanda sympathized and let him take his rest since he lacked all energy to truly please her.
Sleep proved difficult to find that night. Like an obstinate child, it had eluded his grasp repeatedly. In the faint silver moonlight as he tossed in his bed like a fevered nocturne of dreams, Kevin swore that for a few moments, his skin shone white as though embraced by a thin fuzz of fur.
His final awakening at the predawn hours seemed to confirm that all he had experienced was but an enigmatic illusion brought upon by the troubled twilight by haunted rest. It was now Saturday, and considering his shame and pain far remote after a number of hours in separation, he chose to forgo that impromptu visit with the doctor in favor of meeting his friend, a proud owner of an antiques shop not three blocks from his apartment.
It was a venture of dubious prospect once his nose happened upon hundreds of unusual smells. Normally, he'd smell McDonald's cooking breakfast, but today, there was an overpowering stink of dogs and other animals in an indiscernible fog like a field of foul flowers and weeds. Because Kevin frequently suffered from allergies, his sense of smell was usually undependable.
In this stunning case, he managed to sample everything - even things that nearly made him puke like the vile vapors coming out of manhole covers. That in particular was raunchy as fuck. He'd had the chance to walk by sewage workers as they fixed pipes or clogs, but that unholy hot stench that wafted over the whole area was like an overused Porto-John had punched him in the face.
When Kevin came to the door, he quickly stepped in and shut it behind, hoping it would stop that horrible mess of wretchedness from getting into his nose, but the measure proved marginal at best. "Didn't realize you were a morning person," Jason offered, spectacles hanging halfway off his nose like some obtuse librarian stereotype.
He wanted to deny it, but it felt true now. Most of his life had been taken up by a tendency to sleep in until two or three in the afternoon, except now that he was up early, he felt comfortable and merry with the abrupt change in tendencies.
"Didn't realize you did take out," Kevin countered, a faint scent of something fried and smothered in shoyu caught his attention; either wild jasmine rice or noodles as he didn't smell any veggies or meat.
Jason chuckled, leaning his elbow on a giant wooden novelty fork and spoon set made in Guam for tourists. "You caught me, but how did you know? That happened a week ago. Don't tell me you snooped through my garbage at one point on a whim?" It was when his friend said that, Kevin finally tracked down the source of the smell and found himself staring at a single grain of brown-stained rice, unable to believe he was able to smell that speck of shit so strongly.
He pointed at it as if it answered everything. "Wow. Chinese must be bad for you if even the roaches won't touch the crumbs!" Jason offered jokingly, a dry chuckle coming out of his rosy sun-starved lips. Whatever cockroaches the shopkeep must have made reference to were surely a bunch of picky bastards. Even this tiny morsel made him salivate and hunger as though he could expect that teasing fragrance in his nose to explode into some great feast!
He smelled something else, too. Cigarette smoke, though he knew his friend wasn't a user. "Does something smell like tobacco in here?" It was probably a stupid question to ask since half of this inventory must have come out of the homes of smokers, but Jason brightened significantly to the query and enlightened him on the source.
The podgy curator-for-hire knelt down behind a desk and upheld a large brass telescope onto the counter. Aside from the faint smell, dust, and scratches or dents on the tube, it looked in good shape. "A Copernicus replica made in the 1870s as a museum piece for a Houston display. When the Astrology exhibit closed in Forty-Seven to make room for weapons from both World Wars, a professor at Loredo bought it for a colleague at our college since he was interested in early astrological artifacts. He passed away five years ago and only now did the widow finish mourning her loss enough to part with it, poor thing. Since I loved it for myself, I gave her a tidy sum far more than generous given its blue book value." Kevin could see that Jason had already taken a fair amount of joy in his acquisition, dusting and polishing all over the dull brass until it shimmered like gold.
"And a fine piece of history it is, too, but does it work?" Strangely, he wasn't as interested in the telescope as he was with the fun smells coming off all these objects he hadn't noticed before.
Jason returned that with a chuckle. "No one said a replica has to be exactly alike. I spent all of yesterday visiting hobby shops and lenscrafters to find glass for it far superrior to the original. Tonight should be splendid when I use it to view the valley's and craters of a full moon. Would you like to escape the wife for a night to satisfy a curiosity?" Was Jason using his odd nerdy runabout dialect to invite him to come?
He didn't know what to say, when his glance fastened on a painting of a lone Dalmation with haunting robin eggshell-blue eyes and chased by a wavering wine-red curtain as a backdrop. "What--." Kevin was speechless; this inanimate image of a dog similar to Bandit had left him dumb.
The shopkeep followed his stare and grinned. "It's an original Rorshav're, but in the ten years that its hung there, nobody ever seemed to show any interest in it. I would have donated it to a Goodwill or something, but I have nothing to replace its empty place, anyway."
Somehow it seemed to delicately move like a puppet mud or one of those choppy old cartoons from before Disney. Most importantly, he wanted it and couldn't say why.
His friend waled over to the piece with a slight limp from a car accident. Only last Summer did he recover enough from his leg injury not to need a cane any longer, but he was still somewhat slow. "Not many people want a painting of a covered bridge in an Impressionist style. You still want it?" A bridge?! He paid closer attention to the piece only to discover that teh whole exchange was a deluded mindfuck and that the regal portrait of a Dalmation was no longer there.
Not to make things awkward, he agreed; Jason wanted to get rid of it, so he'd hardly--"For you, fifty." Well, he assumed too much! Even so, he could faintly smell something sweet in the centuries' old oil paints which did not belong. "What kind of pet did he have?" Kevin found himself asking, giving the old weathered spattering of a bridge a sharper inspection in hopes he'd find the secret of the work.
"I think it was some kind of dog. I didn't spend so much time on artist biographies, so I really couldn't pin down a breed." That was enough information for him to put the puzzle together. The artist owned a Dalmation and the painting had somehow trapped the essence of when she was in heat during its creation. As he gre an inexplicable boner, he quickly tossed a Franklin at the guy and yanked toe painting down to cover this new shame.
Another strange mystery. Not only was his eyesight perfect, but somehow dog pussy made him horny. Now he truly felt crazy! "Sounds good. I'll join you after I get this--." He stopped himself from saying 'mounted'. Somehow he knew that if he did, he would have orgasmed in his pants right there. "Put up." He quickly ammended, running outside so he could yank one out at home and be done with this debilitating bitch-induced boner.
Another problem presented itself as to how to place this painting to be the least awkward room to get an erection, but he eventually decided the bathroom would be best. At least in there, boners and culture both went well together. Well, better than creepy-eyed cherubs and dried potpouri nets.
Satisfide it had been hung properly, he made a check of the apartment to make sure he was alone (Wanda goes for walks at this time) before he settled into relieving himself. In the presence of the estrous-laced portrait, it only took ten minutes or so before he evacuated his seminal sailors right into the open seas of the toilet, wiping tp on his cock and flushing the whole mess down.
What was unusual was that as he smelled his stroking hand, it was covered in an overpowering musk of doggie pre; something that shouldn't be possible. Kevin had read that some guys fucked by animals might smell like that cum for a few days, but nowhere didi it mention the transfer of such aromas to the person's own sexual fluids. More things were becoming odd, but ironically he felt less inclined to see a doctor. Perhaps that was an additional symptom of this covalent cross-breeding fucknutter, but he couldn't really tell.
Instead, Kevin decided on having a late lunch/early dinner before it was time to go meet Jason again. When opening the fridge, everything smelled savory and delicious--even Christmas leftovers--from two years ago! Skimming around, he finally decided on having peanut butter, but not on celery or bread or anything. He sat at the dining room table and ate it out of the jar with a spoon like it were a thich soup, gobbling it down with unnecessarily large bites as it clung all over his mouth like caramel.
There was three-fourths left after a week and he had pretty much devoured all of it except for a few scrapings someone might be able to make half a sandwich from. Content and full, he pulled on an sandy brown jacket and went on his way to this little Astronomy class.
The shop would be locked, but he knew that Jason had left the fire escape ladder on the side of the two-story building down so that he could climb ip to the roof. This would be the first time they used the telescope but both of them had hung out on top of there before to shoot the shit and have a few beers in the bargain.
Pabst Blue Ribbon was cheap swill as he thought about it, but at least the liquor was filling and gave the right kind of party buzz in a hurry. Kevin looked up briefly from the stairs at the sky. The moon had been obscured by clouds and an oily black mountain for now, but it would rise higher and be as big as a phonograph record--or so Jason bragged.
A clinging chill had already started to soak into his muscle so it was a good thing Kevin brought his jacket for the occasion. Jason saw him approach, raising his cold bottle in salute, the telescope set up and aimed at the illuminated patch of clouds covering the giant silver plate. "I wondered what took you so long. Was afraid you got stuck doing some fireman thing."
Kevin just shrugged, catching a bottle as it was tossed to him and cracking the cap off with his teeth without thinking about it. "You know me, can't turn down a romantic date." He teased, downing it with one gulp and tossing the empty bottle back into the alley below with a sudden crash.
He was motioned over to the scope, and Kevin gladly took his place. Initially, there was scarce a view except for sparkly grey clouds and a halo beginning on the fringes. Once things started moving though, he found it to be a bad idea to come here as the giant white coin popped out of the cosmic jukebox of clouds and shone its light upon him like a radiant sparkly bath.
The powerful majestic view held him entranced as his pulse quickened and he sweated copiously. His clothing got tighter as something on his skin puffed it out like massive wads of cotton. "Hey, Kev! You alright? I see you convulsing or something." He heard the words of his friend, but was far removed from their impact as though they had been spoken a century ago.
Something primal started to take over. He felt it like a clinging urge against his sanity. It was bestial in nature and pushed against his normal thoughts like a compactor in a garbage truck, making more room for itself. An alien hunger came over him as Kevin smelled something irresistible and sweet.
He couldn't tell what it was, but the aroma hadn't been so strong before and now his cock became rigid in a far greater length and girth than normal. Clothes began to rip and stretch, breaking in loud gasps when seams popped like corks, soon leaving him naked with a pile of discarded trash around his elongated angles while his muscles groaned and protested in a rapid searing pain of growing like they were injected by the miracle-gro of steroids. "Kevin?! You're a dog?!" A high-pitched squeaky voice piped up from behind as though a nervous mouse. In some impossible way, he felt the fear in that tone and it intoxicated him with uncontrollable lust.
Everything Jason did or didn't do made Kevin undeniably horny, and when the shopkeep caught up to his bewildered nerves to run, the lusty werebeast barely had enough time to look at the white fur on his arms with those peppy black spots before he chased after the tantalizing morsel of his friend. Bounding across the roof in wide strikes several yards long, he pounced down the scared and confused man without issue, especially thanks to his old wound acting up and betraying him in the cold moonlit night.
His sharpened hindpaws made short work of Jason's pants, ripping a long hole in the back to expose a round squishy ass like another two moons. "Stop it, Kevin!" But he had a vicious appetite that could not be denied, picking the human up by over-muscular paws with his dangling skinny body hung an inch above the werebeast's carnal dripping organ.
Jason could see it like some premonition of rape, his face etched with a panic of fear while the giant Dalmatian gave a loud howl and slammed him down onto a throbbing cock, feeling a tight anus pop over his flesh in a hot embrace of sweet muskiness followed by a sharp gasp of pain as though the human had been drowning and took a deep breath.
As all this was happening, Kevin had lost control over his own actions and felt as though the events were unfolding before him in a sequence like a movie. Even if he could stop himself, it would only prolong a very deep hunger the Dalmatian had given him. Some lust sought to make him breed a human and propagate the virus or whatever his condition was.
With the human dangling in the air and kicking around, he punched a massive dog dick in that waiting hole multiple times with thrusts of his sinewy thin athletic thighs. Jason clearly didn't enjoy it, but that was irrelevant; the tight human ass quenched an insatiable fire in his loins and brought the were-Dalmatian relief following each merciless ram up the now-gaping anus and awaiting clenches of the hot tunnel, which became a poor substitute for an eager sloppy bitch.
Despite a general lack of lubrication, the beast managed with a copious drip of pre to grease entry. By now, he was panting, the tight tickling enveloping his rigid dogness in a hot sucking embrace. Just a little more and Kevin could temporarily cull the monster within until his abnormal hypersexual testes refilled their juice and drove his passions wild once more.
The Dalmatian's thrusts decreased in speed as Kevin used his overpowered arms and Jason's own weight to impale the tight helpless human onto his four-inch-wide knot, almost as big as a softball. The human could feel it pulsing past his anus, too, legs wiggling in midair as though trying to jump or run away in desperation despite the fact that the Dalmatian was effectively wearing the smaller male like a condom and the struggle only caused the impalement to occur faster.
After one such nasty misstep, both of them gasped harshly for very different reasons. The Dalmatian gave another howl of triumph as he felt his dick lock itself securely to a fussy bitch. Without a way to escape, the were-canine was free to do whatever he liked to the dangling man-turned-underwear.
Kevin grabbed Jason around his middle to hold him still while his hips rotated to grind that cock around inside the gripping rectum and colon. With the knot in place, there was only enough room to micro-fuck Jason with hundreds of tiny thrusts that felt like little more than a vibrator. Even so, within a tight nook like that and the gripping play of an anus on his knot and the wide shaft coming out of the sheathe was enough to make him want to free the fire from his balls and empty into the awaiting hot moist hole stuck on his impressive shaft.
He didn't quite understand, but somehow in his fearful state, Jason was constantly clenching his ass tightly and tempting Kevin to rip out his knot and fuck the man harder, but he was too close to his climax to do it. Instead, he kept busy with the lovely singing pressure all over the pulsing and oozing glans like a well-fitting garment for his organ.
Humongous swindling orbs tightened and drew taut with every edging stroke to his first intense orgasm as a weredog creature. A faint chill came under his nude tail and brought a kinky feeling on his asshole. Strangely, neither he nor the Dalmatian beast lurking in his mind liked anal, but this was a welcome thrill on his ring. Far more enjoyable on his hole than he was in Jason's, anyway.
Copious slurps of pre were already gushing out of that ass and dampening the concrete of the roof in a spreading puddle of darkness like a musky shadow. After what must have been a few minutes of complete rape, the human finally surrendered to it and lay motionless like a life-size sock puppet. In an odd way, this submission annoyed him as the predatory nature of the Dalmatian actually encouraged more of a fight in its mounting partners.
Perhaps more sport would come of it when he shot his enormous load into his friend, but by then, the novelty of the thrill would have no point once his balls were emptied of their lust. It felt like an eternity since he was human. He knew his transformation had only occurred a bit ago, but it was a mindfuck that the time seemed to elongate and prolong itself like stretching rubber.
Again, he let out a piercing howl into the night when his fiery loins readied their virulent loads to transport to the next host. Considering what had gone on in his body, he didn't know if Jason would learn to appreciate it, but Kevin was acclimatizing and adjusting to the new form somewhat comfortably.
Lacking any actual movement, the human's body heat contributed just as much to his insatiable well of arousal as much as the tight bumping of the ribbing of rings lining Jason's tight colon and rectum almost in replication of a true pussy. Oh, how strange it was that he savored the firm tugging grips of each one of these along his ticklish squirting phallus.
Whatever sex was normally like, his engorged cock and new knot made the act indescribable, and sadly, short-lived, as his legs bent and flexed with strains clear in the taut muscle while his cords sucked huge testes sharply against his body in one final act of the beast. As the hot seed left his body like an exhale of carnal want, he felt as though all his energy had deserted him in that one monstrous delivery of his dogspoo.
Kevin found himself collapsed on his side with his bitch, knot still locked inside like a buttplug as he could clearly see a bloated belly of seed under Jason's buttoned shirt. Despite using up all his reserves and vitality, the glare of the moon kept him in this form and would do so all throughout the night as the sky was cloudless until dawn.
His cock deflated and came out of his friend an hour later, and he had his fuzzy spotted arms wrapped around the slim human's chest as they slept and his nectar flowed freely out of the man's wrecked, temporarily incontinent ass like a leaky dam, cum getting Kevin's sheathe and balls all cold and clammy in a layer of the stale stuff.
Dawn came by quickly and if Kevin's reversal to his old form was extremely painful, at least it was brief - somewhat like all the bones in his body were dislocated from their joints and suddenly right back into place with nasty pops in a simultaneous conjunction. When the agonizing process was over, Jason yawned and turned around.
Kevin expected betrayal, anger, or hate in the face of his friend after what had transpired last night, but instead, he saw none of that. He saw pretty blue eyes just like the sky. Each was filled with a playful gentleness and mischief only a friendly dog could convey. In this moment, he knew that both of them were the same and when another full moon came around, they would pass on this curse. Granted, a curse didn't have to be a bad thing as Kevin actually enjoyed the time he had as a dog and Jason surely felt those same carefree hunter instincts surging through his veins like a tide. Just like any tide, he flowed by the force of the moon.