Life Bites
Life Bites
Life Bites Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Panzermaus
Ever so slowly the sun descended toward the horizon, turning the sky from a bland and rich blue to a brighter yellow and then orange, igniting the colors in the strings of clouds that drifted haphazardly along... but the afternoon was still young and the heat of the day clung to the cement, crackling and radiating heat. Even the shade wasn't offering much solace to the teenagers that had elected to skip the comforts of air conditioning in school in favor of being daring, bold rebels. It was their senior year of high school, but conforming had never been their style, not when standing out was an option.
The two teenagers sat on the curb beneath the limited shade of a young oak tree, the air hanging around them without the slightest breeze. Despite the heat, both had dressed in their standard punk regalia. Both were wearing baggy black pants with numerous straps and heavy chains hanging from numerous d rings and heavy black boots, but that was where the similarities ended. Grayson was the taller and larger of the two, just barely under six feet when he was standing, though he always went by Gray. His boots were laced with neon orange laces and his shirt was a tight, long sleeve t-shirt with black and orange horizontal stripes. His black hair had been bleached on the ends, leaving it with a yellowish orange tinge before it was worked up into long, thick spikes. His hazel eyes reflected the afternoon's light as he brought up a cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before exhaling a thick stream of smoke, the smoke curling around the snake bite piercings on either side of his lower lip before he handed the cigarette to his friend.
Miles eagerly accepted it, bringing it to his lips, taking a slightly less confident drag, but the hot smoke felt good in his lungs and he relaxed. Miles's brown hair was shaggier and longer, resulting in his spikes looking a bit odd. The tips were dyed aquamarine, but the color disappeared a bit with the dark backdrop. He had a simple black t-shirt with an aquamarine skull on the chest and his laces shared the unified color scheme. Even his fingernails were painted the unique color to set him apart, though his failed attempts to seduce every alternative type girl in the school had branded him as an outcast rather than gay. Still, Miles strove to be different and Gray had helped him step out of normalcy... though at times it wasn't the most comfortable, especially on hot days. Miles exhaled a plume of smoke before handing the cigarette back to Gray.
"So what's the plan? Any ideas on how to get cool?" Miles asked. Gray inhaled and held it for a moment before exhaling again.
"Well... The old caves are probably cooler... No exposure to the sun, the rock would hold the cold of night... It's worth a shot." Gray suggested, standing up. His numerous belts and straps jangled as he did so.
"But it's private property." Miles said. Gray chuckled, tossing his cigarette butt.
"All the more reason to go... You can't 'own' land." Gray said in his typically rebellious method. For some reason Miles's eyes always drifted to Gray's piercings when he went on rampages about the bourgeoisie or the man or big business, watching the rings move as he talked. Miles wondered if any women would watch his lips when he talked if he had been bold enough to get them... but soon he'd be able to get them without parental permission and then he could do so much more.
"Well, let's get going." Miles said, not wanting to slow them down when it came to getting cool. Gray grinned, moving along, the two falling into stride, all their chains swinging.
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Small pebbles skittered along the slight slope of the cave wall as Gray strode in, Miles following behind. They had made it past the fences with no problem even with their baggy pants, but the closer they had gotten to the caves, the more warning signs they had passed. Miles's initial boldness was starting to ebb, wondering about the danger... though he knew that any protest, any risk, any warning or sign would dare Gray on further. His best hope was to let Gray chicken out on his own, hopefully before either of them got killed. Gray, however, was loving it.
The jangling of their chains echoed on the cave walls, bouncing deeper and louder as the sun fell at their backs, only refracted light showing them the way. The air was stale and a bit ripe, but it was a lot cooler... It had to be at least eight degrees cooler already. Miles sighed a bit in relief, his skin radiating off all the excess heat it had soaked up. It may have been the fall school year but the weather still thought it was summer. Miles listened to the skipping pebbles kicked up from their feet, but he also heard other sounds... almost like scratching.
"Did you hear that?" Miles whispered.
"Hear what? I just hear us." Gray replied.
"You don't think someone else is down here, do you?" Miles asked. Gray laughed.
"Past all those signs? No, I don't think anyone's been in here in a long time... which makes us the first." Gray grinned. Miles nodded gently, though it was too dark for Gray to see that even if he had been looking. From the darkness there was a soft squeak, then another. Gray skidded to a stop, causing Miles to slam into his back. Gray looked around, "Did you hear that?" Gray asked softly.
"I just asked you that..." Miles muttered, but at least Gray was getting antsy. Maybe they'd be able to move back toward the mouth of the cave. Miles turned, looking back the way they had come... and the diminishing light. The sun was setting, darkness spreading over the town... and that was all the occupants of the cave were waiting for. As the light reached low enough levels, a fluttering began to fill the air, sounding like a massive wave moving for the shore. Miles and Gray turned around; trying to identify its source... but it was too late.
Both punk boys were suddenly engulfed in a sea of flapping wings, leather and furry bodies bouncing off of the boys. The bats were just as terrified as the humans, struggling to get free when they got caught in spiked hair, their needle like claws piercing through shits, wings getting tangled in straps. Gray tried desperately to free them and get to the ground, Miles merely stumbled around in terror. The bats struggled to get free as well, usually relying on flapping, but one decided on another tactic. Miles gasped as he felt two short fangs pierce into his neck. His blood welled out and was licked up by a small tongue. Another bite came from the other side of his neck, then another on his chest. His body shuddered, coming to a stop as the bats sucked blood from him, deciding there was no need to go out when there was home delivery.
"G... Gray..." Miles muttered.
"Miles, you okay?" Gray asked. He stood up and moved for his friend before he felt fangs slicing through his neck. He reached up to pull the bat off, but when he grabbed the creature by the head it wrapped its wings around his throat and clamped down for dear life. Gray cursed, not wanting to rip his own throat out... but then he felt another bite sink into his chest, then his shoulder. All the bats on the boys were starting to change their method.
"What if they have some disease?" Miles muttered, trembling.
"We'll worry about that later, right now we have to get them off... It's too dangerous to rip them off, let's walk back to the mouth of the cave... They might fly off once they are in the open." Gray said.
"Are you sure?" Miles asked, terrified.
"I'm sure, come on..." Gray said, reaching out to take Miles' hand. Sure, it wasn't very cool or punk like and maybe a bit gay... but they would get out of it. Gray walked with Miles, step by step. They could feel the bats drinking their blood, their hot red iron filled life essence flowing down into the stomachs of the creatures. It took almost ten minutes to grope their way through the dark, but at last they emerged from the mouth of the cave, stepping out onto the dry grassy field, the sky full of salmon pink and violet light as the stars emerged from behind the clouds, the sun all the way behind the horizon.
Miles shook as one of the bats let go and flew off, then another. Two of thebats released from Gray and took flight, fluttering away while even more funneled out of the cave behind them. Gray had to admit he was almost paralyzed in shock himself, but when the last remaining bat still clung to his neck, he reached up with one finger and stroked the creature's chin, trying to urge it to find another feeding ground. The bat slowly pulled off and gave the punctured flesh one last lick before it took flight. Gray moved over to Miles, seeing his friend still had three bats on him. He tickled the chin of one on Miles' shoulder, then the one on the left side of his neck, then the one on the right. Each let go and flew away, leaving Miles with tiny drops of blood leaking down his skin. Miles looked at Gray, his teal eyes searching his friend's hazel ones... and then a laugh burst out from his lips. Gray looked surprised, but then he laughed too.
It was so absurd, so crazy, so insane... that they had to laugh. Part of it was shock; part of it was the thrill. Adrenaline was coursing through their bodies. They had broken the rules, gone against the law, brushed with death... and were alive to laugh about it. Adrenaline was a drug in its own right and they had both received a rather heft dose. They could feel it surging through their bodies, though their lower blood volume and pressure likely had to do with their light headed buzz as well. Miles started blushing as he felt blood pooling into his shaft, making it harder, his baggy pants tenting. It had to be the fear sending the wrong signals... Miles was especially certain of that when he noticed the erection Gray was sporting out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly looked away. He wasn't a fag.
"Let's go get cleaned up... Get some bandages or something." Gray said, putting his arm around Miles, walking him away from the cave. Normally he wouldn't have been so hands on, but he looked after Miles and it had been his fault they'd been attacked. The least he could do was make sure Miles got home alright. The two headed off through the field, walking into the night as bats filled the sky.
***
Gray's bedroom window slid open with virtually no noise despite the age of the house, the warped glass and wood frame well lubricated to allow for easy entrance and escape... not that it was often necessary. Grayson's parents were gone working so often that he had largely raised himself. It was mostly a boon; he was able to get the clothing he wanted with no fear of judgment. His heavy booted foot slipped in before he ducked under the window frame, pulling Miles in carefully to keep him from hitting his head. Miles stumbled a bit but blushed, letting Gray redirect him before the aquamarine headed punk was sitting on the bed. Gray moved to the closet, pulling out an old first aid kit. He opened it up, grimacing when he realized it was completely empty. He left the room and returned a moment later with a wet cloth to at least clean the blood up.
"Is it weird that I'm not more freaked out?" Miles asked softly, "I mean, I'm freaked out, but I feel... good..." Miles said.
"Nah, you went through something intense. You're supposed to feel conflicted." Gray said, running the cloth over Miles' neck. He didn't even wince, merely tilting his head to give Gray better access. Gray ran the cloth over the puncture wounds, sopping up the blood, leaving the delicate alabaster slope of his friend's neck. Even the holes were healing up already... Gray gazed at Miles' neck after he finished cleaning it, pausing for a long moment before he remembered to clean the other side. Miles murmured softly, enjoying the feel of Gray helping him, but all too soon it was over again. He looked up, a smile on his lips.
"Let me do you." He said, standing up, taking the cloth. He began wiping at Gray's neck, cleaning the blood off, looking at the flesh there before moving to the other side. Miles started realizing how little time he spent close to Gray, how his punk friend had his own scent... A sort of spicy, rich musk. Miles took a deep breath before he flopped back onto the bed, his heart racing a bit. Gray ran his tongue over his teeth, spending particular time on his canine teeth before he gave himself a nod.
"I know what we need to mellow out." Gray said before he crouched down, crawling under his bed. Miles watched Gray's but waggle, smirking softly before Grayson emerged with his stash, including a long blue bong and some weed. They had smoked a few times together, though Miles was much more of a novice. Gray used his experience to load the bowl up, putting some fresh water in to cool and filter the smoke before handing it to Miles. Gray watched as the younger punk's fingers curled around the long, thick glass and he spread his lips, sliding them over the raised lip of the bong. One hand clutched at the lighter, flicked it a few times before it took and smoke began filling the tube.
Miles inhaled, taking the smoke deep into his lungs where he held it for a long moment and then exhaled, the cloud spilling out of his lips. He was already starting to feel more at ease. He offered the bong to Gray who accepted it, moving to sit next to Miles on the bed before bringing it between his own lips, taking a hit himself. The two went back and forth, toking away, feeling more and more at ease... but for some reason, every time Gray watched Miles hold that bong and put it between his lips, he felt a stirring... and he didn't know why.
As the evening progressed, Grayson's stash was converted into a thick haze lingering in his room, the illegal fog stirred by the spikes in their hair as their heads moved. Both punks were relieved, relaxed and much happier... though the erection in their pants remained. Despite internal desire, Gray decided to let Miles have the last hit. He watched Miles hold the bong tight, drawing the breath in before letting it out. As Miles' lips came off of the bong and his innocent face lingered close to the rim, Gray was confused. Something was different, something had changed... and then he noticed it. Miles' mouth was hanging partly open, the slack jawed expression making his teeth visible... including his extended, pointed, curved canine teeth... teeth that had grown into true fangs.
Gray reached out, taking Miles' chin in his hand, turning the boy to look at him. Miles looked up in surprise at Grayson with vibrant red eyes. Gray gazed at Miles in confusion for a long moment before he realized the deeper meaning of his thoughts... Miles looked amazing with such a deadly mouth on an innocent face, a face that had always wished people well... and the fangs of a killer... Gray wanted to strip that innocence away from him in any way possible. Gray moved his hands to Miles' shoulders and pushed him back on the bed, moving to kiss him. As their lips came together, Miles let out a shriek of surprise and tried to push Gray off. Miles pushed at the larger punk's shoulders, chest, even neck before he rolled, knocking Gray half off. Miles clattered to the floor, looking back up.
"What in the hell are you doing?" He asked in shock. Gray moved to the edge of the bed, grinning, baring his own fangs.
"Miles, don't you get it? We should be together; we're perfect for each other." Gray said before lunging. Miles caught Gray and threw him off to the side, rolling across the floor in the process. Gray slammed into his dresser before looking back at Miles.
"You're not a fag, we're sick Gray, something's wrong!" Miles protested. Gray lunged with surprising speed again, this time using all his might to pin Miles. Mile grunted, struggling as he was forced onto his back, Gray straddling him.
"The only thing wrong is that you're holding back." Gray said, running his tongue over his fangs. Miles froze, seeing them clearly for the first time, his eyes moving to look into Gray's eyes, eyes that had turned red. Miles wanted to keep fighting, but seeing those teeth and eyes, he was perplexed. Gray grinned, before he leaned his head down, nuzzling Miles' neck, digging in with his fingernails to stay on. Miles let out a lasting groan as he tried to push Gray off, straining every fiber of muscle he had. Grayson bore his fangs, tracing them along Miles' neck before he let them sink into the flesh. Miles' eyes shot wide as he gasped in shock.
Gray felt the hot blood welling up around his teeth... he pulled his fangs out and moved to slide his tongue across the wound. The taste of the iron rich blood bloomed across his tongue and sent waves of pleasure through his body. Soon Gray was lapping at the puncture wounds before he was actively sucking on them, draining the blood of his best friend slowly. Miles' back arched as he shuddered, all of the feelings of adrenaline and fear and excitement pooling through him again, triggering his erection once more... an erection that was instantly met with Gray's grinding groin.
"No, I... no... I'm not a fag..." Miles whimpered. Gray let out a soft hiss before he moved over to the other side of Miles' neck and bit in there as well. Miles groaned louder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. As Gray started licking and sucking that side of his neck, Miles managed to get one hand free... but rather than attacking Gray, he reached up to hold the punk's head to his neck. Miles' fingers tangled in Gray's spiked hair, forcing to keep the boy's mouth where it was. Miles felt so high, so horny, so right... He had to be wrong all that time... Maybe being gay wasn't so bad, and... if he was gay, could it be for anyone other than Grayson?
Feeling encouraged by the hand on his head, Gray sucked even harder. His tongue slurped up the blood, drawing it down his throat. Grayson had never felt so alive, so strong, so right... He was starting to realize how much of a fool he had been. How could he strive to be an outsider and adhere to the rigid system of heterosexuality? Punks couldn't be independent AND straight... And he had never felt so strong either.... It was as if the blood as nourishing him as fast as he drank it. He moaned softly, slurping away. A throbbing filled Gray's ears, the blood rushing into them. They certainly felt hot, but they were also starting to throb. There were soft strange sounds as his ears began pushing up into points, stretching ever so slowly.
Miles moaned harder, feeling even more light headed. Each moan made him expose his own fangs, his red eyes squeezed tight. Without his resistance, Gray had let go of Miles. Miles used his new freedom to reach out and run his hands over Gray's body, appreciating how fit he was... Miles ran his hands over Gray's pecs held so tightly by the striped shirt, then he found each mound of muscle down his stomach... then his strong back and shoulders. Gray was so strong, so large, so... full of blood. Miles licked his lips before moaning.
"Let me do you." He Miles said before he lifted Gray up with a strength he had not before. Grayson landed on his back with a grunt before Miles came down on him, straddling him in turn. Gray moaned, starting to buck his hips up and down, humping Miles. Miles came down, sinking his fangs into Gray's neck, ushering forth a new flow of blood. His tongue slathered and slurped at the wound as he pulled his fangs back, collecting the blood, guzzling it down. Gray moaned, writhing beneath Miles. Miles cooed in delight, feeling stronger and stronger by the moment. His black shirt grew tighter as his pectoral muscles grew, then his biceps and triceps started swelling, the cuffs of his shirt digging into his flesh.
Gray forced his eyes open despite the ecstasy, a little taken aback by just how well Miles was filling out his shirt... He never remembered Miles being that ripped... but it was damn hot. Gray humped up even more wildly as Miles moved to drink from the other side of his neck. Miles humped back, grinding like mad... all the while, both boys were growing. Their excessively baggy pants were being filled out as their thighs filed with muscle, their legs swelling wider. Even their boots were growing tighter with each passing moment. Grayson's orange and black striped shirt was stretched so tight that his flesh was starting to become through the fabric at its limits... and then a popping sound came as a seam started to split. Thick cuts of manly muscle started pushing out of the fabric. Gray and Miles grunted in unison as even their necks seemed to get a new layer of muscle spreading upwards.
Having gotten his fill for the moment, Miles pulled back from Gray's neck. He licked his lips, though his teeth were still stained red. Gray grinned, gazing up at his partner, once more elated by seeing him with fangs. Gray grabbed Miles' head and pulled him in for a passionate, hungry kiss. Their lips worked together making all manner of lewd noises as their tongues forced into each other's mouths, wriggling about, moving back and forth. Their grinding hips began to mingle and rub in more sensual and intimate ways, their erections pushing ever tighter against the black pants. Their many chains jangled with movement, their bodies working together in a concert of motion.
Gray and Miles licked the fangs of the other, each getting a surge of thrill coming from making out with such a dangerous mouth, like a vampire or other creature... but in the back of their minds, both knew this had to do with the bats... and neither was questioning it. They were far too turned on. With each passing moment, their bodies continued to change. Their ears continued to grow longer and taller, the points stretching back at a slight angle. Their clothing grew tighter, the fabric starting to split around the skull on Mile's shirt as bare flesh peeked through around the edge... but the strangest change happened to come as Gray and Miles bumped noses as they kissed, their faces mashing together. Each bump, each brush, started to tilt the bottom of the nose up, the triangular flesh angled upward, betraying the nostrils directly ahead.
A much louder tearing sound came from along Grayson's spine as his striped shirt gave up completely, pulling apart as inches of muscled shoulder and back pushed out, his back curved in bliss. The sleeves popped next, unleashing massive trunks of arms. Seeing how compromised the cloth had become, Miles eagerly pulled it away to see how big Gray's chest had gotten. He broke the kiss, leaning down to lick at Gray's nipple. Gray gasped in surprise before he reached out and took hold of Miles' shirt, pulling at it until the fabric stretched and tore, coming off in Gray's hands. Miles sighed with relief, his arms no longer losing circulation. They resumed their growth, the muscles swelling again.
The punk boys had started the morning as thin, lithe individuals. They had already passed the ample strength of any jock and were entering bodybuilder territory. Their muscles glistened with sweat, a spicy unusual musk filling the air as they made out. Their bodies weighed down more heavily against the floor, but their new muscles made each movement as easy as they had been before. Gray suddenly rolled with Miles in his arms, pinning him once more. Miles let out a squeak of surprise before grinning. Once more he couldn't get out of Grayson's embrace, but he didn't want to. Miles grinned wide, leaning up to run his tongue along Gray's leaf like bat nose. It was so adorable on him that he didn't even pause to consider how unusual it was.
Even though the boys had resumed their humping, it wasn't enough. Gray reached down, his fingers fumbling with their pants. His fingernails grazed the metal, seeming longer, poking into the cloth when he moved them. Gray focused getting the big button undone before tugging the zipper down. Despite all the straps on their bodies, he rarely bothered with a belt, letting the pants hang low on their own. It proved to be a good choice, releasing his pent up lust with little effort. Gray's long, hard shaft pushed the boxers out of the open fly, the orange fabric stretched to its limit, a wet spot forming on the tip, the musky smell pooling into the air. Miles sniffed at the air, his eyes going wide for a moment before he suddenly exerted all his strength to roll Gray onto his back again, the boys slamming into the corner of the bed which lurched against the wall.
Having freed himself, Miles crawled down Gray's body before leaning in, licking the wet spot on the boxers, shuddering with need. With no warning, he plunged his head down, his lips parting and sliding over the cotton. Gray groaned in surprise, his fingernails clawing into the wood floor as he bucked his hips. He had never been so hard, so aroused. He had been of pathetically average size before, but now his tented erection had to be at least eight inches, if not nine... and with every heart beat it felt just a little larger. He reached out, running his fingers along Miles' long, pointy ears. He was such a good fucker...
Miles bobbed his head up and down on the cloth covered cock, but with each thrust of his head, his fangs seemed to catch and tear the cloth. It was becoming more of a nuisance than Miles was ready for. Using instincts alone, he managed to maneuver his new teeth to sheer through the boxers, cutting the cloth cleanly like vampire bats sheered fur to get at their life blood. Miles rose up and spit out the offending cloth before grinning, gazing at every inch of Gray's amazing cock... and deep inside Miles' head he felt a tingling in his sinuses, somewhere between his brain and his eyes...
The tingling was intense, almost like a burning. It blinded the punk for a moment, but as the pain settled and Miles looked back at Gray, he realized he had been given a gift. He could see as he always had, but there was something more. At the edge of his awareness he could... see the heat that Gray was putting off... Not just that his body was hot, but precisely which parts were hottest... The heat of his cock, his nipples... various spots all up and down his chest. Feeling experimental, Miles moved to kiss those hot spots precisely. Gray gasped out in shock, his entire body writhing as those lips found exactly the right spots before he nearly went limp.
"Well, looks like I know all the right buttons to press." Miles whispered before he lunged back for Gray's cock. Unobstructed by cloth, the hot flesh glided between Miles' wet and silky lips into the hot embrace of his mouth. Gray grunted in delight, overcoming his bliss paralysis to start bucking back and forth. Inch after inch of man cock slid in and out of Miles' lips, plunging into the depths of his mouth, Gray's thick cock head grazing the back of the boy's throat. Miles used all his will power to relax his throat before pushing on forward. He took several more inches of cock into his mouth while the excess slid into the massaging length of his throat. Grayson clutched at the floor, feeling beyond amazing as a tingling settled into his own head, his vision altering to pick up hot and cold... and he could see the heat spilling through Miles' cheeks and throat, the sign of a perfect bat slut.
As adrenaline poured through their bodies, the punk boys continued to change and develop. Their collar bones disappeared beneath layers of muscle, their hips swaying out, their butts swelling with pillows of meat. Their jaw bones squared off, their wrists swelled. While Miles had awoken as barely more than a hundred and ten pounds of meekness, he was now over three hundred pounds of muscle with his face stuffed around a growing cock. Miles bobbed his head up and down like a master, his tongue stretching and narrowing in his mouth, starting to caress and even coil around Gray's meat.
Gray rolled around on his huge shoulders, his back spreading out into an upside down trapezoid. Every contour of muscle was there in excess, giving him tremendous upper body strength, but his lower body wasn't being left out in the slightest. His legs were pulsing with vitality, muscles swelling, bones stretching. Gray found it hard to describe, but his bones were actually stretching. They popped and warped, the pain mingling with bliss, it was a potent mix. The tingling and burning sensation stretched down into his feet as his toes started to grow longer. Gray wasn't able t see them, but he could feel each digit growing longer, his foot becoming less human as the heel narrowed a bit... but what he couldn't see was how his toenails were darkening, taking on a brownish hue, then black as they stretched out longer into points, thickening into legitimate claws.
Miles continued bobbing his head up and down Gray's cock, sucking with all his might on it, almost feeling as each tug, each suck was making it bigger and Miles wanted nothing more than that. He felt the cock sliding down is throat, spreading past ten inches... eleven... even stretching past a foot in length. Miles' fingers clenched and released, the muscles tight with enjoyment, but as the fingers moved, Miles' aquamarine painted fingernails began pushing outward, stretching longer and thicker as they came to points. He was gaining long claws just like Gray had on his feet, but something peculiar was happening... the pigment of the nail polish had been pulled into the growing claws so they remained blue rather than shifting to black.
Gently beneath them, the wood floor let out a slight groan as the boys combined weight neared a thousand pounds of humping, thumping muscle. Miles let out an unintentional groan as his back stretched longer, his spine lengthening, the vertebrae swelling. Miles leaned up, his back arched backwards slightly, his tight muscled stomach and groin exposed before him. Grayson reached out with his own clawed hands, surprised at their deadliness, but he coiled them around Miles' shaft while he was distracted and started jerking him off. Miles let out a deep moan of surprise, his long thin tongue hanging out from between his lips. Gray opened his mouth wide in anticipation as he double fisted his punk brother, watching as Miles' cock swelled inch after inch, stretching longer and thicker in his hands. Gray guessed Miles had to be at least as thick around as a can of beer, and much longer...
Miles writhed and cried out, so turned on he was already approaching the edge. His body wriggled in bliss, unable to hold it back. He lifted his head to the ceiling and as the orgasm swept through his body, he let out a scream that climbed into a hyper sonic pulse that only Gray could hear. The huge cock between his legs pulsed, his balls quivered and then thick jets of sperm launched out of his shaft, spraying right into Grayson's mouth. Gray was surprised by just how... human... the cum tasted at first, but that flavor died away, replaced with the feral musk of bat cum. Gray grinned, gulping it down.
As Miles continued to scream out in ecstasy, his face began to contort. Bones and cartilage popped and stretched, his lower jaw pushing forward before his upper lip and nose followed suit. His chin narrowed, his face extending into a short muzzle... His fangs and teeth were advanced forward, new teeth filling in behind them. As Miles face came to a stop, it was clear with the ears and nose and muzzle that he looked just as much bat as man... with the exception of his skin. As if on cue, a soft tingling began spreading across Miles' face. The shadow of stubble covered his cheeks, his chin, his upper lip. A soft downy brown fuzz emerged, pushing out, giving Miles the look of a beard stretched across his bat face, but only for a moment. The fuzz continued up his cheeks, sweeping over his changed nose, moving across his brow and forehead until only the flat of his nose and his lips were furless, the rest of his human skin disappearing... though his brown and aquamarine spiked hair remained, sticking out all over his head, a little longer than it had been before.
Gray watched in envy as Miles head completed its transformation, the brown fur advancing down his chin and neck, starting to spread across his shoulders. Gray realized that the trigger had to be orgasm, and he was certainly eager to enjoy one for himself... though his stomach was already filled with such radiant warmth from the bat cum. Gray reached to rub his stomach happily, surprised to find soft black fuzz there. His fingers trailed through it before he looked, watching the soft fur coating spreading across his abdomen muscles, pushing out from the center of his chest, even converting the hair around his groin. It was all becoming soft black fur... Gray grinned wide, a grin soon ringed with the soft fuzz of a faux beard.
Strong hands moved to Miles' hips, slowly lifting the huge muscled bat boy up. Miles' half hard cock wobbled, still oozing cum as Gray maneuvered him into place. Miles' mighty ass cheeks were spread apart by the hot rod of his lover. Miles squirmed happily as he felt the thick shaft probe at his pucker. Gray took a deep breath, feeling how tight and deep Miles' ass was. He rocked his hips a bit before pushing in, sliding deeper and deeper. Miles clenched down around the cock, eliciting a growl of pleasure from Gray.
What had started as a mild gyration was quickly evolving into wild thrusting, Gray bouncing Miles on his cock like a bucking bronco. Miles moaned louder and louder, impaled on the hard cock. As he writhed and moved, the brown fur continued to spread over his body, nearly obscuring his thick, dark nipples as it spilled down his abdomen and his shoulders. Miles had to way at least seven hundred pounds, his torso as big as a high school football player in a fetal position, but at the same time Gray was able to hoist him up with ease, sliding his hard cock in and out of Miles' ass.
Miles clenched down hard around the shaft, wanting to bring Gray as much pleasure as he could, but as Miles gazed at his lover's fuzzy black chest, he couldn't hold back from giving him even more. Miles leaned down, nuzzling his face against Gray's furry pecs, his tongue finding a dark nipple. He began to lap and play with it, nuzzling the nub before tugging on it with his blunter teeth. Between the tight ass and the nipple play, Gray was fast approaching the edge. He humped up and down, moaning louder with each stroke. His clawed hands ran all over Miles' back, combing through the brown fuzz.
Miles' red eyes were squeezed shut in bliss as he slid up and down on the meaty pole, feeling it quiver in anticipation. He suddenly traded nipples, accosting the other as Gray gave one last powerful thrust as deeply into Miles' ass as he could go, holding himself there as he lifted his head and gave a hypersonic howl of his own. His balls tugged up to his body, his shaft throbbed and thick hot cum gushed out of his shaft, filling Miles. As Gray howled, his face stretched and warped, extending into a muzzle as his faux beard spread out over the rest of his head, leaving him with the fuzzy face of a bat. The fur that had already been advancing over most of his body accelerated, spreading around his ribs and down his legs, crossing his unusual feet.
Miles collapsed onto Gray, panting for breath, their bodies still locked together and his ass still full of cum. For many long minutes they merely laid against one another, trying to recover their breath... Eventually though, Miles reached to lovingly caress the orange spikes on Gray's head, but when he did his arm tugged a bit. Miles looked at himself in surprise, soon finding the cause of the problem. A thin membrane of flesh was spreading out between his arm and his side. He glanced to the other side, the same thing was happening. Miles turned, looking at Gray, noticing he too was developing the fleshy flap.
"We're growing wings..." Miles said softly, stunned yet again as an incredibly deep voice emerged. Gray grinned at that.
"Yes, yes we are." Grayson said, his voice even deeper than Miles, practically deep enough to rattle the window. Miles grinned at that, even more turned on than he had been before. He leaned in to kiss Gray, tilting their heads so their muzzles could interlock, bringing their lips together softly. They began sharing an intimate and relaxed kiss as their bodies continued to change. The flesh continued to spread between their arms and bodies, new bones forming inside, stretching and hardening as the wings matured and developed. The wings started to bend and flex as the two kissed, creeping further and further until the membranes rooted against their wrists, fusing to their thumbs, filling out rather naturally. The last traces of human flesh disappeared, replaced by their fur and their bat hide. Finally Gray and Miles broke their kiss, pulling back, grinning wide as they gazed into each other's eyes, knowing that the night was still young... and their hunger remained strong. It was time to go on the hunt, together.
****
The loud sound of rock and roll spilled into the night, pouring from the windows and doors of one of the many houses in the Elderwood estates at the edge of town. Dozens of finely crafted homes with glowing cream colored lights on the sides of the garage and painstakingly placed cobblestone paths were in the midst of the first fall party, teenagers given the full reign of stately homes while their parents were jet setting over seas in Paris, Madrid and Shanghai. Underage youths wandered from house to house, partaking of booze and good times. Cars raced along the streets as smoke lifted into the air from the burning rubber. It was a festival of debauchery the way the rich could do it, and James Sullivan was no exception.
The high school senior stood on the porch, drinking from a green bottle as he talked with his friends. His brown hair was buzzed short enough that he never had to do anything to maintain it. His blue eyes sparkled and his varsity jacket practically glowed red in the porch light. He chuckled, his perfect teeth sparkling as he grinned, finding the conversation about classmates more and more riotous.
"I know, right? I was dreading having to sit with those freaks... but then they didn't even show up... First week and they're already unable to take it, what pussies." James laughed, "They're probably gay for each other by now... What a bunch of spike headed fags."
"Oh no..." Came the soft velvety voice of Veronica Louis. James instinctively puffed up his chest, spread his arms wide and leaned in through the door.
"What is it baby doll?" James asked sweetly. Veronica put on her best pouty face even though she always had James eating out of the palm of her hand.
"We're all out of beer already... and all the extra is in the bungalow bar out back, but it's so dark..." Veronica said. James grinned.
"No sweat, I'm willing to step up and be the hero of the evening... for a price." He said. Veronica grinned wide and the two exchanged a quick kiss before James jogged down the steps, moving around the side of the house, heading for the back yard. He passed by several windows blasting music before moving past the quieter end of the house, the chirping crickets becoming audible once more... and a distant flutter in the breeze. James crossed the wide yard, stopping half way. The distant fluttering seemed to be growing louder, but he didn't think much of it. He moved into the bungalow, making his way behind the bar. He opened the cabinets and pulled out two large cases of beer, grinning wide.
"I should have milked her for more than a kiss..." James mused to himself before he turned, leaving the Bungalow. He had only made it half way across the yard before he felt the sudden impact of hundreds of pounds of muscle, knocking him off his feet. It felt like the most severe football tackle of his life, but it didn't take the jock long to realize that he hadn't landed on the ground. Recovering from his daze, he opened his eyes to see Veronica's house far below, the bottles of beer spilled across the lawn, wind rushing against his body. James let out a shrieking scream as he struggled around before looking up, seeing massive muscled paws latched around his shoulders, clawed toes looped under his underarms. He screamed even louder, trying to get free, not realizing that a fall from his present height would likely kill him. The sound of massive leathery wings flapping up and down were almost deafening.
"If you do manage to get free, you'll hit that cement harder than a bug on your Porsche." The deep resonating voice echoed down, unnerving James even more. James whimpered, dangling from the bat's grip as he swung back and forth with mere momentum, dangling helplessly. The thick, tall walls of Elderwood estates fell away, revealing the sprawling suburbs beyond... though even they were thinning out as the bat headed east toward the mountain ridges at the edge of town.
"Y..y...you can talk?" James asked in terror.
"Oh yes... I can talk... I can also hear... I always thought you were full of shit James, but I guess I have to give you credit for at least being onto something. I guess I am a spike headed fag now..." The bat said. James froze, the last remaining color draining out of his face. He looked at the muscled behemoth, but beyond that he looked at the ends of the wings... and the aquamarine claws that stuck out of the ends.
"M...Miles?" James asked. There was no response. James swallowed, "You're a vampire?" he whispered.
"Vampire bat, moron... You've seen those dumb movies with Veronica, you should know this is far too manly to be a vampire." Miles replied with a grin.
"Where are you taking me?" James whimpered.
"We're almost there, can't you see it?" Miles asked.
"See what? It's pitch black!" James whimpered. Miles only chuckled, dropping down quickly. James let out another scream as he felt himself hurtling toward the ground at such speeds before Miles flared his wings, slowing down and releasing James. James rolled along the ground through the mouth of the cave, tumbling to a stop. He struggled to stand up, unable to see anything... but Miles could see him perfectly. The jock was pumping out heat, lighting up so hot in Miles new senses. Miles moved in, circling the jock before he came up behind James, reaching around, clawed hands moving to grope the boy's pecs.
"What the fuck, get off me dude..." James said, trying to pry the hands off, but there was far too much muscle behind them. Miles leaned in, licking James' neck, tasting the flesh. James squirmed and whimpered, but Miles wanted him to be making very different kinds of noises. Miles licked his fangs before sinking them into the jock's neck. Blood spurted out, where it was eagerly lapped up by the bat. James grunted, feeling his blood start to tingle throughout his body, releasing waves of endorphins and hormones. He let out a surprised moan, then a slightly lusty one as he felt the hard muzzle working on his neck, the tongue slurping, the hot blood oozing out. For the first time in his life he understood those vampire movies and how they were romantic. The thrill of death, having one's life in someone else's hands... He shuddered, feeling drunk already. What blood wasn't leaving his neck was pooling in his cock, his jeans tenting as his erection grew harder and harder.
As James moaned, his upper canine teeth began to stretch and grow, distorting his grin with new fangs. His eyes shimmered in the low light as the blue gave way to pink. Miles moved his hands around with expert precision, slicing through the denim, watching it fall off along with the boy's tighty whiteys. His cock was throbbing, putting off a long of heat. Miles wrapped his clawed hands around the jock's shaft, sliding it back and forth. James howled in bliss, feeling the leathery wing slide against his side. The buzzed brown hair from his head began creeping down across his forehead, nose and cheeks, over his chin and down his neck as his ears stretched up into points. James' nose turned up and his face began to extend, his teeth sharpening.
A painful searing sensation flashed through his mind before he started to feel less claustrophobic in the darkness, sensing distance and movement. It was as if he could see how cold the cave walls were, where they were, and the few remaining bats that lingered in the cave, having already gotten their fill for the night... and there was an aura of heat pouring off of Miles. Miles suddenly moved, sinking his fangs into the other side of James' furry neck, drinking more blood. James moaned as his varsity jacket grew tighter and tighter, the buttons straining as muscles bulged and swelled.
James let out grunts of mad bliss as his face finished pushing into a muzzle, his pointed ears long and sleek. The fur dropped down below his collar before his jacket burst open and his undershirt started spilling open, revealing massive globes of furry brown bat pec, his nipples dark and sticking out from the fur. The shoulders of the jacket groaned before the careful stitching popped, massive meaty muscled arms exposed to the cave air. James lost his shoes next, the rubber and leather splitting out across the floor as his feet stretched into claws. James nuzzled back against Miles in great delight, feeling his arms tethered to his body as the growth of the wings started. Pound by pound, the jock continued to swell larger, passing two hundred, three hundred, even four hundred pounds in muscle... though he wasn't quite as big as Miles or Gray... but he was still huge. Slowly Miles pulled his fangs out of the boy's neck, licking the wounds as they closed up. James stumbled a bit before letting out a deep chuckle. Miles reached over to steady him.
"Good party?" Miles asked.
"The best... but dude... I'm... so hungry." James whispered, reaching to rub his stomach. Miles grinned wide.
"I know just the thing to help." Miles said, reaching down to stroke his cock. James licked his muzzled lips eagerly as he watched.
****
The old orange lights outside the university gym buzzed as bugs circled and swarmed the bulb with no fear despite the fact that so many of their brethren had been caught in spider webs that had been abandoned for years. The door below the light swung open with a squeak as Matt emerged, running a towel over his sweat soaked brown hair and his thick stubble beard. He'd sweat through his gray wife beater shirt and his muscles glistened with sweat, but it was totally worth it. He blinked a bit, turning to head down the cement alley that led back to the dorms. Matt never really liked taking that path because of how poorly it was lit, but it was a lot shorter than any other route.
His steps echoed off of the sides of the cement building, step by step into the dark night. Matt winced when the sweat ran into his eyes, stinging a bit. When he opened them again, he saw nothing but blackness before he slammed into it. A clawed head came down around his head, holding the college student in the musky furry chest. Matt struggled and squirmed, the moistness of the bat fur adding to his own, coating him in the musk. His struggling started to subside a bit. Grayson's claws trailed down through the shaggy hair, appreciating the older male seeming so... subservient. With a great deal of consideration, Gray maneuvered the college boy to his pec.
Matt felt the thick dark nub of nipple rub against his lips. Even in the dim light he had seen the ears, the nose, the wings... he knew he was dealing with a bat... a vampire bat... and that male bats had a higher rate of male lactation than most other species... and after his workout, he was very hungry. Matt spread his lips, taking the nipple in before he started to suckle and tug on the flesh. Hot, silky bat milk began pouring into his mouth, splashing over his tongue and down his throat. Matt moaned in surprise, never having expected it to taste so good. He began nuzzling his face tighter into Gray's pec, sucking harder, guzzling it down. The hot milk soothed his stomach and nourished his body, his body that was starting to grow.
Grayson watched Matt's body heating up and growing, his sweat covered biceps and triceps swelling with each gulp, his legs thickening. Matt could feel his shoes growing tight, his balls hanging lower... and the black fur on Gray's chest was rubbing against the thickening stubble on his face, stretching longer and longer into a short and shaggy beard. Matt kept sucking and nursing as he passed two hundred pounds of pure muscle, his back stretching, his legs and arms growing. Matt reached up to trail his fingers across Gray's burly chest, his fingernails stretching into long claws as he did.
The thick brown hair on Matt's legs and arms started to get even thicker, becoming dense enough that his skin disappeared beneath it. His stomach and chest were neck, the hair spreading over his ribs to his back, his butt growing furry. All over he was getting very fuzzy, his cock raging more and more. As Matt continued to gain muscle and size, his sweat soaked wife beater rising up higher and higher on his chest until it clung to his fuzzy black pectorals like a bikini... at least until his swelling shoulders snapped the straps and the cloth fell from him. At once his new wings started forming, his shoes erupting and his pants sliding down around his ankles.
Gray was surprised how fast the college boy was growing but he had a new appreciation for just how good his bat milk was. He caressed Matt's face as t stretched and warped into a muzzle, the honed and pointed tip still suckling away with a new long tongue as his nostrils turned up and his nose stretched into the customary leaf shape. Matt looked up at the massive bat with adoring pink eyes, feeling somehow younger than he had in years. Gray merely smiled, stroking the bat boy's long shaggy hair, smelling just how damn musky he was going to be soon. Matt flared out his new wings, his toes clawing into the ground as he got used to his new body.
After some time Matt forced himself to pull off of Gray's nipple, trying to worship the man that had freed him from a human life... but the hunger pangs were just too strong and in moments his face was latched to the other nipple. Gray chuckled, he didn't mind. The end result was the same; one more had joined their family. Grayson smiled, watching Matt continue to grow, passing three hundred pounds; four hundred, almost five hundred... it was a beautiful thing.
****
Silence pervaded the old bedroom, the darkness broken only by the neon green digits on the alarm clock ticking away, minute by minute, the night wasting away. Honey gold eyes gazed up at the ceiling through the thick rectangular lenses resting on the young man's face, his dark hair resting in a mop of curls. His shoulders had finally unclenched from a day of skulking about the school, trying to blend in, to go unseen... but still his mind was turning, spinning, mulling. He contemplated the days he had truly loved school, how it had been his life blood, the joy of each day... Then how he had drifted further and further into the periphery. The young man let out a deep groan, picking up his pillow, stuffing it over his face before he let out a frustrated bark of rage. He tossed is pillow at his feet, sighing.
"Come on Felix... You need to get to bed... It's midnight..." He muttered to himself, closing his eyes. He knew had had a big day ahead of him... More skulking, more hunched heads.... Another sigh escaped Felix' lips, this time a softer one. Rather than thinking of his golden past and his dreaded future, he started to think about some of his classmates... He dismissed thoughts of the jocks that tormented him with swirlies and nicknames, the girls that ripped apart his fashion sense. He thought of the unique students, the strange students, the ones unafraid to be different. The Goths, the skaters, the furries, the ravers... and the punks.
A sly smirk crossed his lips for a moment as he recalled the one time he had dressed up as a goth... Dark eye shadow, pale skin, dark lips and nails... He had cum before he made it away from the mirror... He had proven to himself that even the slightest stimulation was too much for him... and even then, the other groups didn't accept him any more than the conventional ones. He had been called a faggot by the jocks and the skaters... even the punks, the punks that he had admired so much. Felix let out a groan if despair, reaching for his pillow to smother his face again when a loud clank came from his window.
"What the fuck?" Felix shouted in surprise as he sat up before he clapped his hands over his lips, hoping his parents didn't hear his exclamation. Felix slowly turned to look at the window, wondering what had happened. Maybe a bird had hit his window, but at night? When another stone clinked against the window, he nearly fell out of bed in shock before he sprung up onto his gangly legs, scrambling to the window. He looked out of the window but saw nothing. Hesitating, he lifted the window up, grunting as it got stuck half way before heaving it all the way open. He stuck his head out of the window, his glasses hanging half off of his face. He looked around, seeing no one in the pitch darkness. Even the moon was barely enough to separate the leaves of the two large trees from the grass below... It was a pride of Felix's, one of the few homes with trees around.
"Felix... Come outside." Came a whisper from the trees below. Felix froze. Someone had knocked on his window on purpose? They even knew his name? He reached up to straighten his glasses, clearly puzzled.
"Who's there?" Felix called out in a loud whisper, looking to the ground a story below.
"It's Gray and Miles..." Grayson called back.
"We wanted to apologize for before, all the things we said to you." Miles replied.
"We were idiots, we... really didn't understand... We were just as rude to you as the others were to us." Gray called up.
"So you came in the middle of the night... and are standing where I can't see you?" Felix asked suspiciously.
"We're just standing below the trees, they're huge." Miles said. Felix shrugged; he had to give them that.
"Felix, we came... so you could join us... Come be with us, spend some time with us, be the wild child you were destined to be." Grayson called out... and it was strange. Felix knew that Gray was whispering, but it was as if the punk was in his bedroom, whispering in his ear... the voice got right up to him.
"I... I don't know, it's late, I-" Felix was cut off.
"You know you want to be one of us... A wild boy with wild friends, throwing caution to the wind... Feeling that adrenaline of fear and elation pouring through your body..." Miles' voice came to the other ear. Felix flinched a bit, his heart racing, his mind bouncing back between his experiments at being different and envying the punks.
"I..." Felix tried to protest, but no words left his tongue.
"Just climb down Felix... We want you with us..." Gray whispered even more strongly. Felix flushed, his cheeks going red before he slipped out of his window, stepping down onto the slanted roof, his toes gripping the roof tiles for dear life before he came out the rest of the way. The wind caught his gray plaid pajamas and rippled through his plum purple shirt but he moved across the roof before grabbing onto a branch, climbing along to the trunk before scrambling down. He was amazed by how agile he was being. Adrenaline really did amazing things. At long last he got low enough to drop down to the ground. Felix' feet landed in soft grass and his body caught up to him. He realized he had made it down in one piece and lightning hadn't struck him dead. A grin crossed his feet and he laughed.
"I did it..." Felix whispered, his eyes lighting up in glee as he turned around with a huge grin on his face, "I did-" and with that his words went dead. Standing before him were two massive furry monsters obscuring what little moonlight there was. They stood at least seven and a half feet tall and were so massively muscled they practically had their own gravitational pull. Felix pushed back against the tree, the bark scratching his back gently as he tried to get away. His eyes cast around for any sort of escape, but there were two more bats on the curb, one sucking the other one off. Felix shuddered, his eyes clamping shut. "I'm having a dream, I'm having a dream." He repeated. Miles leaned in, his muzzle parting, a long tongue sliding up the nerd's neck.
"Is it a good dream... or a bad dream?" he whispered, reaching a clawed hand to grope Felix. The human gasped, his eyes snapping open. He trembled a bit, his eyes casting down in surprise before he looked back at the monsters, blinking. Grayson chuckled from where he stood.
"We can make it a very good dream Felix." Gray said, "Do you want to be truly wild? To cast off convention, to feel the heat of instinct and to indulge in whatever form of pleasure you want to?" Gray asked.
"You would be such a sexy bat boy... I'd love to see that innocence just drain away from you..." Miles cooed, moving to lick Felix' face. He whimpered in surprise, his nostrils flaring. Gray leaned in closer, his hot breath blasting against Felix' neck.
"Be one of us, join us... Feel your body become so much more... Feed with us, sleep with us, be... with us." Gray whispered, his lips a centimeter from Felix' ear. Felix shivered, so overwhelmed. A wet spot started to form in his pants.
"Good dream..." Felix whispered... and that was all Gray needed to hear. He turned, bending his massive muscled body over, his furry bat cheeks parting. Even in the low light, Felix could see his dark pucker quivering... and Felix' golden eyes widened as he was transfixed by the sight. Miles reached up, tangling his claws in the nerd's curly mop of hair before pushing his head forward. Before Felix could respond, his face was being squished between the cheeks of the massive bat, his glasses clattering to the ground in the process. Soon the natural musk that all bats had swam over Felix, eroding his mind. All doubt, all terror, all nervousness melted away. A grin of pure delight crossed Felix' face as it was squished between the cheeks, looking almost as if he had been brainwashed.
From ear to ear Felix grinned before his eyes slipped shut and his lips parted, his tongue sliding out. He gave an exploratory lick to Gray's ring of muscle before he started to push it in, eager to please the massive bat. With each lick and slurp his mouth began to change. The nerd's teeth began to hone into points, the canines stretching into fangs as his smothered ears started to stretch into points. Felix brought his two hands up, bracing his body weight against Grayson's huge ass cheeks. Felix slurped harder and harder, his face starting to stretch forward into a muzzle already. Patches of fur were sprouting all over his body well in advance of any saliva or cum, in advance of any copious fluid. It seemed that his innocent body was a blank canvas, so easy to corrupt, and Miles was loving every moment of it.
Miles knelt down, tugging Felix' pajama pants down. He reached around the boy's hip, curling his clawed hand around the cum soaked shaft, starting to tug and stroke it even though he had already orgasmed. Felix grunted in bliss, burying his face deeper into Gray's ass, sucking harder. The fur spread over his shoulders, the muscles reforming across to give them a slight cure, a sort of eternal muscle hunch. Veins began to spread across his neck and arms, bulging a bit just before the curves of muscle stretched behind them, expanding quickly. Even Felix's moans and groans were deepening.
James and Matt watched in envy from the curb as Felix was brought into their family. His pointed ears reached full length, his muzzle was long enough to be completely buried in the cleft of Gray's ass, his fingernails stretching into long claws as his feet contorted. Soon Felix was thrusting his cock into Miles' hand, his back arching. A tearing sound came from the plum colored shirt as his forming wings actually forced through the material, splitting it out inch by inch. Despite his changes, Felix didn't hesitate in the slightest. His furry bat hips were working like a blur as his tongue lengthened, sliding deeper into Gray's ass than ever before.
Deep moans escaped from Gray's lips as he neared the edge, a hyper sonic pulse escaping his lips as Felix found his way to the prostate. Dogs in the distance started barking wildy in response, but the bats ignored them... especially when Gray shuddered and thick ropes of cum splattered onto the grass. James and Matt came running, moving to clean up their leader... but the fun was hardly over. Nothing had interrupted Felix pleasure session, but that changed as Miles slipped his muzzle over Felix' growing cock. Felix shuddered before letting out a yowl of bliss that climbed through the sonic register before no human could hear it either... But with his yowl out of the way, his tongue plunged into Grayson's ass with no mercy or hesitation. The three worked in tandem with the other two practically worshipping at their feet before Miles got a maw full of more bat sperm and his own shaft unleashed a good amount into the yard. All five bats were writhing and contorting in bliss, completely taken up in pleasure... or at least almost completely.
Without warning, Miles pulled off of Felix's cock and moved around, spreading the new bat boy's ass wide before he surged forward. Felix writhed as he felt a foot of hard cock spear into his pucker but he bore down, his muscles massaging the intruder, showing it a good time. Miles grunted, thrusting in and out, picking up speed and depth, slamming into Felix's prostate. Felix moaned hard, his cock unleashing yet more sperm before Miles joined him, filling the new recruit's ass with cum... Now all five were completely content, a writhing mass of pleasure and sensation.
Minute by minute, the night crept toward morning. Just like their smaller cousins, the bat men could sense the coming morning and their full stomachs. Their satiated sex drives demanded the same thing the rest of their instincts did, to roost. With great regret, Grayson rose to his feet and turned around to look over Felix, to see him as the proud bat he was... his red eyes were so dark they were almost a burgundy, and he had to be a massive six hundred pounds of bat... But their wings were tough, enough to flap quite a bit. Wordlessly, Gray led his bat brothers out into the street. They began to pick up speed, going faster and faster before their wings spread, they flapped and lifted off, using their muscles to defy gravity and their own weight, lifting up into the night skies, heading off together for the caves... and their futures.