Orange Haze
Orange Haze Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Panzermaus Inspired by the art of Gideon
It was a pleasant fall evening across town. The air was crisp, the trees were changing and the atmosphere was abuzz with activities. Few places were quite as well prepared as the Daniels estate. Plaster tombstones and glowing pumpkins had been arrayed carefully in the yard along with strings of orange Christmas lights to guide children up the prominent steps to the front of the home... and it was still the first week of October. Inside the home the atmosphere was delightfully comfortable, the air rich with the scents of vanilla and cinnamon. The sound of the front door shutting was enough to polarize the attention of Mister and Misses Daniels, ever inquisitive of their son's activities. They hardly ever saw him. They gazed out from a living room adorned with comfortable teal furniture and warm creamy walls, waiting for a glance of their son when he eventually left the foyer. A moment later they got just what they wanted as the eighteen year old strode out of the entry way, trying to get to the door to the basement before he was caught.
The teenager completely clashed with the comfort and warmth of the home, dressed from head to toe in black. His shoulder length hair was dyed black with blue streaks and straightened to fall slack around his head. His chest was covered with a short sleeve button up shirt, but then after a short gap of skin his arms were covered with bracers and fingerless black gloves, gauntlets of straps and buttons. Black denim hugged his hips and the curve of his ass before they disappeared into tall boots that rose almost all the way up to his knees. Even his eyelids had been adorned with black, contrasting with his naturally pale skin. The only spot of color on the young man came from the thick silver lip ring curving around his plump lips colored with black lipstick.
"Liam, was that a friend of yours?" his mother called out. Liam paused, hesitating. Despite avoiding his parents like the plague, he had never overtly ignored them.
"Just an acquaintance." He replied. He didn't want to tell her the truth, that he had no friends.
"We're going out tonight... Do you have everything you need Liam?" Mister Daniels asked. Liam suppressed the grin from his lips, keeping his dour and depressed expression that had become so familiar.
"I'll be fine. Have fun." Liam said before he turned, opening the door to the basement. The long flight of wood steps welcomed him back and he felt his muscles relaxing at once. He stepped forward with one boot and stopped on the first step, pulling his door shut and locking it with a chain before he continued down. The stairwell was narrow, one dangling lightbulb giving it a rather spooky atmosphere but as Liam emerged at the bottom, the stairway proved to be the least finished portion. The floor had been finished with a fine coating of cement, the walls formed from the finest cinder blocks painted black. The ceiling had once been plastered but Liam had painted all over it, painting it like a forest clearing with tree canopies around the edge and stars in the center. An ominous red moon hung off to one side and tiny skulls peeked out of nooks in the trees.
Liam moved across his room, his hand sliding across the cinder blocks to the singular one that was no longer attached to the rest of the wall. He hesitated; waiting to hear the purr of the car engine outside before he pulled at the block. It proved to be a hollow shell, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside was a tall blue transparent bong with a silver pentagram painted on it and an old black and orange lighter. Liam pulled out his paraphernalia and brought it over to his office chair by his computer, producing a ziplock bag of weed from his pocket. His acquaintance had been his dealer, someone finding the most exotic stuff to get him blazed while his parents were away.
The gothic teenager moved to his sink to put a bit of water in the bong before he lowered into his chair, propping his feet up on an ottoman as filled the bowl with the new weed. He took a sniff of the air, considering the stuff smelled far more earthy than he was used to. Still, he wrapped his lips around the broad round base of the long bong, flicked his lighter to life and inhaled. The water inside bubbled as the smoke filled the tube and then Liam's lungs. The warm smoke swirled around inside him as he pulled his lips from the bong, but the small cloud of smoke that trickled out of the top of the bong was different, unusual. Rather than the white color Liam was used to, it was a distinct orange haze. Liam let out a long exhalation from his lips, the same orange smoke billowing into the air and curling about his head, smothering him in the sweet dense scent of his activity. Despite the confusion over the color, Liam laid back limp in his chair as his muscles relaxed... well, most of them.
It was a delightful sensation as the blood rushed to his groin, his cock growing thicker, pushing against his tight jeans, struggling to swell longer and bigger despite the confines of the denim. Liam often got a hard whenever he broke the rules, but this was faster than ever. There was only one solution. Liam reached over and woke his computer up from hibernation. The old black rig lumbered to life as the screen snapped back on, asking for a password. Liam typed it in one handed, his other not leaving the bong. The reason for the password became obvious as his computer desktop appeared, the wallpaper set to a piece of graphic adult art from the furry fandom, in this case a black fox sprawled out on a bed like a pin up. Liam gave the piece of art a grin before his plump lips wrapped around the bong one more. His fingers were wrapped tight around the long, hard glass shaft as he ignited the bowl and took another hit, orange smoke escaping spilling out as he broke the seal.
"Fuck..." Liam moaned in delight as his cock grew so tight in his pants it was painful. He unbuttoned his jeans and unclasped the belt, pulling it apart enough to open the pants. His tight black underwear spilled out of the fly, rounded over his expanding meat. Liam reached over, fumbling for the computer mouse. He dug through his shortcuts, passing by his usual furry sites to go for something more specific, something he was in the distinct mood for. The computer churned through the data before it put anything up, but before Liam's eye was a huge gallery set up by his favorite artist. He clicked the flash link and the screen filled up with black, preparing for a slide show. While it loaded, Liam took a huge long toke on his bong, filling his lungs to the brink and holding it.
As the slide show of adult furry art started, Liam finally blew out the orange smoke. As it spewed past his lips, they started to swell just a bit, growing plumper and rounder. The lip ring pressed into the ample lip even more, showing off the contours. Liam shuddered as his black underwear tented even more. With one hand on the bong, Liam's other hand moved to grope his cock through the fabric of his undergarments. He squeezed the head and rubbed the shaft, watching the art pass by. It was a brilliant display of magnificently hung and muscled beasts, from anthro deer to foxes and hounds, to cats and even octopi... but they all were very well endowed and, like Liam, many loved to smoke. Their thick lips, curved hips and thick nips were just what drove Liam mad.
The bong soon bubbled again as Liam took another long hit, but the effects were starting to build up inside of him. His entire body felt wonderful, from head to toe. He almost felt like he was outside of his body, but if he had been in it the feelings he would have been experiencing would have been perplexing. A throbbing tingle was spreading across his skin, focusing on his scalp. Centimeter by centimeter, his black hair was starting to grow out. His bangs grew longer, the back of his hairline creeping down a bit past his shoulder blades. Liam's lips swelled more too, as did his hips. His jeans slipped down as the flesh inside them grew rounder, his ass filling out a bit more.
Liam had worked very hard to obtain a very specific look for himself. He had black lipstick, black fingernail polish, black hair... With so much covering up his own flesh, it was hard to tell that his lips had actually turned as black as the lipstick, or that his black nails had turned black all the way down to the quick. In fact, his nails were growing as much as they were changing. Slowly Liam's black nails pushed out longer and thicker, narrowing into points as they curved downward. Liam kept watching the slide show, alternating between his lighter and his cock, feeling higher and hornier than ever before in his life... but as much as he felt like jacking off, he wasn't moving much. He was so high that merely seeing the art was getting him off... and accelerating the change.
Liam's ears began to throb as they stretched up into points, growing taller and taller. He paleness of his skin seemed to be growing even more intense, but mainly across his cheeks and chin. The pictures continued to scroll by, each more suggestive and exaggerated than the last. Liam took another hit and expelled the orange smoke, but the pleasure was so intense that he was blinded for a moment. As he basked in the bliss, the hairs on his arms began growing darker and softer, stretching out longer, new hairs emerging between the old. Most of his arms were covered in cloth, but the portion that was visible grew darker and darker as the hairs became a fine coat of black fur... until the flesh disappeared. The fur continued down, under the bracers before spilling out across the back of his hand, reaching down his fingers, meeting up with his claws. The fur even spread across his palm, covering every square inch with the softest black fur there had ever been.
The change seemed to be spreading as Liam's entire bush grew soft and got even thicker, the last traces of flesh visible between his shirt and underwear disappearing beneath the dark fur. Without even realizing what was going on, he flicked his lighter and brought his bong up, taking another deep hit. His furry chest rose as it filled with the mysterious weed before he expelled even more of the strange orange smoke. As it curled around him, hundreds of soft black hairs pushed out of the back of his pointed ears, coating them in the dark fuzz... but a similar change was taking place on the other side as pure white fur began filling in the interior as the ears curved, facing forward. The fur got denser by the second until Liam's ears seemed incredibly fluffy and fuzzy from where they emerged from his raven hair.
Liam writhed more and more in his chair, the room starting to grow hazy with the built up smoke he had produced. It was seeping into all his clothes, his bedding... and Liam himself. At the back of his mind he was vaguely aware of some incredible tightness in his shoes, but as the leather began to contort and even as he heard soft pops, he was too absorbed in the slide show to notice the black claws pushing out of the tips of his boots. One by one, it only took a minute for all ten to emerge. Subconsciously the goth wiggled his toes to get used to the new sensation, black furry feet rubbing inside of socks. It actually felt rather nice, all be it confining.
Once more Liam brought his bong up, preparing to take another hit only to discover the bowl had been spent. Liam would have been disappointed normally, but he felt so positively good that he didn't need anymore and it would free him up to focus completely on another source of pleasure... his manhood. Clawed paws tugged his boxers down, revealing a long black furry sheath hugging a thick, plump cock. The large, rounded head peeked out from the end of the sheath, pearly pre running down over the dark skin. Liam wrapped his fingers around his fuzzy flesh sleeve and started to squeeze and stroke his member, not even noticing the changes. His hand slid up and down as he gazed at the furry art, looking at perfect curves and ample packages.
As the sound of a hand pleasing a sheath echoed off of the cinderblock walls, soft downy white hairs began emerging from Liam's cheeks and chin. At first it looked like stubble, but as the tips blunted and the hairs lengthened, Liam was gaining a delightfully soft beard... at least it seemed like a beard before similar black fur began to emerge higher up on his cheeks, sweeping across his nose and over his forehead. As the black fur met his hairline, the last of his human flesh had disappeared beneath his black and white furry coat... and Liam was still oblivious, so high and horny that he only saw the screen before him.
Liam's left hand migrated over to rub at his balls, following the curve of the fuzzy white orbs. They had swollen to the size of oranges already but inch by inch, they were becoming even longer beneath his touch. The more he played with them, the bigger they got. He kept squeezing and palming and massaging them, encouraging them to swell to the size of grapefruits, then cantaloupes... With his testicles producing so many new hormones and sperm, the rest of his body started to tingle and throb. While Liam had thought he had reached full erection, as his hand slid up on his furry sheath, the fleshy log inside began to stretch longer and thicker. It was already as big around as a beer can but that wasn't good enough. It pried his fingers apart, stretching to the width of a mayonnaise tub, then a vase... there was no end in sight.
As impressive as the girth of his cock was, his length was becoming monolithic. It surged past twelve inches, fourteen, sixteen, twenty... The oozing black head of his canid cock dribbled up along his shirt, rising along his abdomen, then his pectorals. Liam was forced to abandon his balls to wrap his other hand around his massive shaft, but even two hands couldn't close around it. His cock was almost as thick as a pitcher... and looked like it could fill one with salty cum in no time. Drool leaked from Liam's black lips before an abnormally long tongue spilled out and slurped it up, his mouth parting to reveal abnormally sharp teeth. Every single tooth had become a fang, but there wasn't enough room for them all. A new phase of growth was starting.
Liam's body was coursing with THC and lust in monumental proportions, his brain throbbing on the verge of orgasm for minutes on end... but through that haze, he could still feel the uncomfortable pressures starting to build across his body. His jaw was aching, his tailbone was aching, even his shoulders and hips and elbows were throbbing. The pain was mounting and without warning it reached crescendo as a sickening popping sound ripped through his skull. His jaw momentarily dislocated before it slipped back into place, the bone stretching forward. New muscles were filling his cheeks, rounding them as the jaw grew stronger than ever. As the bone stretched, the front narrowed and made more room for the ample collection of teeth inside his mouth.
The appearance of the goth's face was almost comical for a moment as his jaw extended, but when his upper lip began jutting forward to match it, everything started to fall into place. His nose stretched, the natural curve of the bridge evening out into a smooth angle. His eyebrows shifted, his eyes spread apart a bit and his nostrils upturned, the bottom of his nose becoming flat against the front of his extending face. The fuzzy black fur pulled back from the tip of his nose as the flesh became black and moist and Liam took a deep breath of the smoke in the air, leaning back in his chair and shuddering. His extending face became a true muzzle, narrowing down to a pretty surprising point. His cheeks were so rounded and his muzzle so long that he seemed surprisingly sleek.
The goth fox's fingers dug into the chair as his face stopped changing, finding relief from that sensation at least. His hips and shoulders and elbows had all contorted, the bones reshaping and becoming more adept to a wider field of motion, giving him as much comfort on four legs as two... But the most pressing sensation came from Liam's ass. The pain was growing so intense that he had to lean forward. The pressure built right along the waist of his pants before the cloth was displaced by swelling flesh. Liam's tailbone pulled away from his body as it grew new segments, new bones forming as muscled stretched to hold them. As the tube of flesh grew, long and luxurious thick black fur began to push out. At first Liam's growing tail looked like it belonged to a panther, but the fur kept growing and growing, giving him a larger plume. The tail stretched through the hole between the back and seat of his office chair, growing longer by the second.
As the tail grew, Liam slowly inhaled in surprise as the pain was disappearing, replaced by a very specific kind of pleasure. Liam's waist and hips began to expand, his hips growing curvier and curvier as his ass cheeks pulled apart. Beneath the cover of the tail, his black pucker was becoming easy access, but it was still covered by the amazing mass of fur growing in width and length. The black tail pushed past three feet in length but was almost two feet across in any direction. The tail dominated Liam's ass, almost as wide as he was. It continued growing to three and a half feet, then four, the thick fluff huge and huggable, starting to sway under its own power.
Liam clenched his eyes shut for a long moment as he felt the sensations in his body mounting before, all at once, his body stopped changing. His tail went limp, his paws relaxed, his mouth went slack and his eyes opened... but even they had changed. Gazing back at Liam from the reflection on his monitor was a sultry six foot tall black fox with blue streaks in his long hair and brilliant golden eyes. Liam grinned with his fanged muzzle in awe before he moved to stick his tongue out... and a pointed tongue slurped out over a foot from his mouth.
"Fuck, I need to get that pierced..." Liam mumbled after he had retracted his tongue. Liam paused, realizing how hilarious his first comment had been before he laughed out loud, feeling fantastic... at least until he realized how alone he would be. Once more he felt like a Goth, but a goth with a raging hard on. Two huge black paws wrapped around his tree of an erection, jerking it off eagerly and quickly. He panted more and more before he let out a foxy howl of pleasure. His balls tugged up to his body, his shaft pulsed and then he unleashed thick volleys of sperm across his chest, soaking into his shirt. Liam came for what seemed like ages before he finally went limp again, panting desperately after the best orgasm of his life.
****
Disproportionate light spilled out into the dark room from the television screen, interspersed with random flashes as the computer generated character on the screen cut through swarms of enemy monsters. Sitting before the television was a blond teenager, his blue eyes focused on the screen and nearly obscured beneath the shag of his hair. His hands were tightly clutching the sleek black controller to his gaming console and his lips were parsed a bit as he sat wide legged. All the while, thick DJ headphones covered the entirety of his ears. He was so focused on his game that he hadn't paid attention to how late it had gotten. He had done his homework a week in advance and was so far ahead of his classes that being tired wasn't an obstacle for him. Playing games had been his one indulgence, but his parents were so old fashioned that he had to do it at night when they were asleep.
The blond boy was so entranced by his games that he hadn't noticed that his bedroom window had been opened or that a large figure had climbed in. Liam advanced across the room toward his acquaintance, looking around. The fox's golden eyes saw so well in the dark. He could make out every poster, every cd case, every article of clothing. His narrow muzzle inhaled the scent of his friend and the enormous bulge in his new pants quivered, barely able to contain the manliness inside. Liam came up behind his friend and crouched down. He reached out and lifted one side of the boy's headphones, causing him to jump in surprise.
"Hi Doug..." Liam whispered.
"Liam, is that you? What the hell are you doing in my room?" Douglas asked, spinning around. He immediately regretted not playing with any other lights on, his eyes hadn't adjusted. He could only make out a vague outline of Liam... but as his eyes cleared, what he saw instead was a giant furry man creature. Douglas' heart stopped beating and he trembled, fear welling up. He opened his mouth to scream but promptly received a face full of furry tail. Douglas tried to scream but it was muffled, and the black fur sliding across his face was so soft it was almost entrancing. Still, Doug tried for several long moments to scream until he was out of breath, panting desperately, smelling the musk and smoke caught in the tail. When Douglas had stopped screaming Liam slowly withdrew his tail, sliding the luxurious fur across the boy's flesh. Douglas was left gazing up at Liam in shock, slowly pulling his headphones down around his neck.
"It is me Doug..." Liam grinned, "I told you smoking made you cool, but you never listened." Liam said, reaching to rub his thumb across the boy's round plump bottom lip. Douglas quivered gently, mostly out of discomfort. He hadn't ever been as close to a boy before. Honestly he'd never been as close to a girl either, but he had at least been trying for the latter.
"It... this happened when you were smoking?" he asked in disbelief. Liam nodded.
"I was toking away, feeling better than ever and my body just started changing and changing... It was great... And when I was all done, all I could think of was you." Liam whispered.
"Uh, that's... sweet, I guess, but... Liam, I-" Douglas was cut off as a black clawed finger pressed to his lips.
"Not that way... I just thought how hard you work and you never reward yourself... and I wanted to help you with a reward, to liberate you." Liam said, reaching into the deep pockets of his pants, pulling out his bong and weed, then his lighter and a bit of water. Douglas' eyes went wider than they had when he saw a fox in his room.
"Are you crazy?!" He said, risking breaking out of a whisper, "And... it turned you into a fox? How do I know I haven't just gone crazy, or that this is a dream?"
"If this is a dream, dream that you're not afraid of anything, be a cool kid, don't get held back by rules. Be wild." Liam said, gazing into Doug's eyes. Doug tried to look away, but the gold eyes were mesmerizing. Liam leaned in, almost brushing his black lips against the teenager's ears, "Imagine that smoke spilling from your lips, what an outlaw you'd be."
"I'd be more than an outlaw, if this stuff changes me then... could I even come home again?" Douglas whispered.
"Outlaws don't care about that... You'd be a wild thing, you'd live your life to the fullest and let things fall where they may." Liam said, pouring water into the bong before packing the bowl. Doug squirmed in discomfort, though something in his mind was still playing with the idea... imagining the forbidden smoke spilling out of his lips, his face melting into a grin of not giving a fuck about anything... Not caring about his future, merely living in the moment... and having friends who were the same way... of being part of Liam's group, one of his friends. He'd known Liam for a long time, they'd been neighbors for years, but Liam had always been different, been a goth... Doug started to imagine himself the same way; being part of his group... the idea was intoxicating. Before Doug had a chance to say no, he felt his fingers spreading around the long, thick bong and heard the click of the lighter. Douglas looked quite vulnerable as he gazed into Liam's eyes. Liam helped guide the bong to his lips and then brought the flame to the bowl.
"Breathe in." Liam said softly. Doug did as he was told and felt the hot smoke spilling into his lungs, filling them up... and almost at once he felt so much lighter, so much... better. He held it for what seemed like an eternity before Liam gently took the bong. Douglas slowly let the smoke billow out past his young lips before he grinned in delight. It wasn't the grin he had imagined, it was a grin of surprise that he had just broken the first rule of his life, that he had finally done something bad, and it felt so good. Liam took a quick hit before giving it back to Doug, handing him the lighter. Douglas felt more confident and took a hit himself, letting the smoke seep into his mind, saturating it with contentment.
Liam slowly lifted Douglas' shirt up and leaned in. Soon thick, moist, plump black lips began to slurp and suck at the nerd's nipple, a pierced lip rubbing it until it was hard. Doug gasped softly in surprise as his back arched. He was surprised and nervous to be letting a boy do that to him, but... it was normal for pot smokers... at least he guessed it was. Douglas took yet another hit, expelling more orange smoke from his lungs. In the darkened room it was hard to see that strawberry coloring was creeping up along his blond hair, bringing more and more orange pigment to it. The hair on his chest and under his arms was losing color, turning from blond to white as it grew softer, but Douglas was none the wiser.
Liam switched nipples, sucking and slurping on the other, his lips dripping with saliva as he got so into it. Douglas groaned gently, his jeans tenting hard. He had no idea why he had waited so long to try smoking, it was fantastic. He wrapped his swelling lips around the bong and started to take another long hit, the water bubbling as Liam unzipped the nerd's pants, reaching in. His fingers wrapped around a thick orange furry sheath and withdrew it, the pink cock head in the center starting to turn black as the flesh shifted. Douglas expelled his smoke, looking down with wide eyes.
"Dude, I'm huge..." He muttered in shock. He had to be at least eleven inches long and five across. The oddity of the furry enclosing was far less surprising than the glee from the size. Doug looked up to see the fox taking a long hit from the bong, his muzzle wrapping around the glass easily. Liam pulled off, but he hadn't expelled the smoke. Douglas was almost confused as the fox leaned in, thick luscious black lips pressing to his. Liam melted into the kiss before he opened his lips and suddenly received a cloud of smoke followed by a tongue. The rush hit his brain like an aphrodisiac and his body was electrified. Douglas' eyes slipped shut and he started making out with Liam as his heterosexuality shattered. Their tongues wrestled, smoke leaked from their lips and Doug was harder than ever.
Another zip came as Liam withdrew his monster of a cock. Even completely soft it was a monster. Douglas didn't even see the cock, but soon he felt it as their furry sheaths started rubbing together, both cock heads leaking precum. Liam pulled back from the kiss slowly, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Doug's. Doug looked heart broken that he had been forced to stop kissing, but when Liam gave him the bong again, Doug quickly took another hit so he could get back to kissing. Once more they met lips, setting the bong aside, sharing the smoke... all the while, Doug was changing faster and faster. His cock was swelling longer, his balls were growing, the hair on his chest was spreading and his lips were darkening.
Reddish orange stubble bloomed across Douglas' cheeks, growing longer and softer, fading into a pristine white along his chin. His lips swelled so thick as they made out, arms wrapping around each other. Liam's black furred paw reached up into Douglas' shirt, claws trailing through new red fur emerging across his back. The change was happening so fast, Liam was surprised. It was as if the weed was more potent on those not used to it. In moments the fur had spanned the teenager's back and swept over his shoulders and around his ribs. Doug's stomach was fuzzy white, tapering into the orange that hugged his cock. Even Doug's socks were swelling and growing, the white cloth pierced by black claws as they grew to be very large.
Once more Liam broke the kiss, leaning back to take a hit for himself. Doug was left there, watching the fox of a man be so wild... with such a huge cock... standing there proudly. Doug licked his black lips before he leaned forward, burying his face in the massive precum soaked cock head before him. His tongue plunged down into the slit, sliding back and forth. Each time he drew out his tongue, it was longer than before and he plunged it in even deeper. Liam watched as Doug's face was covered with orange fur, covering his nose and forehead as his face started to stretch, pushing into a muzzle. Doug didn't react in the slightest, only managing to spread his extended face wide, taking in the head of Liam's fox shaft.
Clawed paws moved to massage Doug's ears as they stretched into points, the orange fur creeping up the back, tiny white tips appearing on the ears just as white fur filled out the interior. Doug's nose extended, meeting up with the rest of his muzzle as his nostrils turned upwards and the flesh grew moist and dark. Liam grinned, offering Doug another hit. The changing fox boy took the bong and wrapped his muzzle around the tip, lighting the bowl like a seasoned professional. He let his lungs fill with the orange haze and the fur spread over more of his body, covering his legs and causing the last of his human flesh to disappear. As he blew the smoke out, he grinned, feeling Liam tug his pants down just as the nerd's tail started to grow in.
"Now... I know you're straight Doug..." Liam said, keeping a straight face, "But I was wondering if you could give me some help with that big tool of yours before your cock is too big." Liam said. Doug looked confused as he watched Liam stand up and turn around, lifting his black tail. Beneath the fur was a tight black pucker, super easy access between the goth's rounded hips. Doug started to drool eagerly.
"It's not gay if I'm not the one being penetrated, right?" Doug panted.
"Not at all..." Liam replied. Doug gave a nod of delight before an extremely long tapered tongue slipped out of his mouth and slurped all over Liam's pucker, coating the tight muscle with saliva that dripped from between his cheeks. Liam howled out, "Fuck me Doug, fuck me hard... Please." Liam whimpered. Doug slowly rose onto his paws, giving his fox cock a good stroke before he brought it up to Liam's pucker. Liam started panting in anticipation, feeling how big Doug was already. Drool leaked from the corners of Doug's muzzle as if he was a feral beast before he suddenly thrust in, his sheath bunching up at the base as his long, wet, hard cock speared deep into Liam. Liam grabbed onto Doug's dresser, claws digging into the wood as the nerd speared into him. In no time at all Doug had slammed into Liam's prostate, filling the goth with such bliss. Thick ropes of cum started drizzling from Liam's cock, splattering messily all over the place.
With each thrust, Doug was giving up more of his humanity. The fingers he dug into Liam's hips grew claws and were covered by red fur. His tail stretched out behind him, passing two, three and even four feet in length, fluffing out as it grew to almost three feet across. His face honed into a narrow muzzle, his shoulders broadened and his furry pecs swelled, thick nipples sticking out almost like sausages... and still Doug speared in and out. He was fucking Liam's brains out, but also his own. All of his dreams of college were being replaced with the need to get high, the need to fuck. His brain was formulating ways to get out of class, to hang out with Liam. Doug craved nothing but his company and the thrill of being bad.
Liam gazed into the mirror on Doug's dresser, watching as unusual black marking started to appear on Doug... Around his eyes, his feet, striped here and there... They weren't too unusual for foxes, but it made him look a bit more goth, a bit more bad, and Liam loved it. He clenched down around Doug's cock, giving him all the pleasure he could. Doug lifted his muzzle to the ceiling and let out an animalistic howl before he unleashed his seed. Liam felt the hot cum gushing into his guts and loved every ounce. He milked Doug's meat until he was empty before pulling off of him. The black fox spun around, bringing his lips to those of the orange fox. The two kissed in a tight embrace before there was a knock at the door.
"Douglas, is everything alright?" Came the concerned call of a doting parent.
"Everything's fine, just having a hard night falling asleep... I'll be fine." Doug called back.
"Alright, sleep well son..." His father murmured before padding off to bed. Doug grinned to Liam.
"What should we do now?" he whispered.
"Got any money?" Liam asked. Doug nodded.
"Why?" he murmured.
"We should get way more weed... have a real party, invite all our friends..." Liam murmured.
"Would... you mind if I came?" Doug whispered. Liam chuckled.
"I insist, I have to show my boyfriend off, don't I?" Liam grinned.
"Boyfriend?" Doug asked, grinning wide.
"Yeah, and to prove it you can fuck me again while they all watch." Liam said, moving to the window, starting to climb through. All the while he gave Doug a show of his cum dripping pucker. Doug licked his muzzled lips and followed after, his huge cock already back at full attention as the lithe red fox climbed out into the night.