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"Norma, I really don't know how you do it, but this is, if you'd pardon my language, one damn fine cup of coffee."

The blonde waitress smiled. "Leland Cooper, you say that every day," she told him. "But even so, I greatly appreciate it." She looked down at the curly haired kid seated next to Mr Cooper. "How's the pie, Sid?" she asked him.

The blind kid lifted his head up as if to look at her. "It's very good," he responded. "Thank you very much."

Norma laughed. "That's quite alright, Sid," she said. "Now you take your time with that."

"She's right, you know," agreed Cooper with a nod of his head. "Take your time with that. Enjoy every mouthful and not just because it's the best cherry pie you'll ever have." He put his cup of hot, black coffee back down on the saucer. "Food and drink are the finest things we as human beings can enjoy. Some people might think it is other things, but it is only good food and drink that bring people together."

"I know, Uncle Leland," responded Sid with a slow methodical nod of his head.

"Now you stop that, Leland," said Norma as she glared at him with mock seriousness. "Don't you think I don't know what you're up to!"

Mr Cooper put on his best, puzzled expression. "Up to?" he exclaimed in surprise. "I'm not up to anything. Can't an uncle give his nephew some good life advice?"

A bell tinkled as the door opened. Laughter floated in from outside, as Brad and Dash walked through and let the door slowly swing back shut. They looked in high spirits, as they walked up to the counter with big idiotic grins on their faces. Both wore their Letterman sports jackets, a symbol of the athletic prowess that had earned them places on the high school football team.

They turned right and sat down at the counter in a way that allowed them to see everyone that came in.

"Well, it is certainly busy today," exclaimed Norma, as she watched the two students sit down.

"And who could resist coming here?" responded Mr Cooper.

"Please, Leland, I'm at work," Norma said. "Hello, boys!" she said to Brad and Dash, before she followed the greeting with one of her winning smiles. "So, what will it be?" she asked them.

"Just a cup of coffee for me, please," responded Brad.

"I'll have the same," said Dash.

Norma nodded and went off to get two cups and saucers. She came back shortly with one in each hand and placed them down in front of them. It wasn't long before she came back with a pot of freshly made coffee. "Would you like anything else?" she asked, as she poured them each a cup of steaming black coffee.

"No, thanks, ma'am," responded Brad with a shake of his head.

"Yeah, no thanks," said Dash with a barely supressed grin on his lips.

"I believe he would like some cream," said Sid suddenly.

Dash turned to glare at Sid, an angry expression on his face. Then he saw Mr Cooper sitting beside the curly-haired kid and thought better of it. "Yeah, I think I'll have some with my coffee," he said with a slow nod of his head.

"Okay," said Norma with a nod of his head, she turned and walked off.

"The next time you see him, it won't be him," said Sid and he clicked his fingers. "The king is still in the church. Don't say I didn't warn you." He smiled.

Dash shivered at the sight of the smile. He didn't know why. There wasn't anything wrong with Mr Cooper's nephew, despite the weird dress sense. Yet there was something horribly creepy about the olive-skinned boy. He looked away and decided to occupy himself by looking around the diner.

An uproarious, yet somehow subdued burst of laughter erupted from the corner of the diner. He turned his attention to it and saw Audrey seated at a booth with three other girls. Audrey was a dark-haired girl with chocolate eyes and a smile that seemed to tease Dash's cock; he could imagine her moist mouth over the tip of his dick, sucking and licking with such beautiful precision. The girl seated to her right was blonde-haired Laura, Rex's girlfriend. She was out of bounds, but Dash lusted after her too. How couldn't he? He was sure that any warm-blooded male would lust after a blonde girl with such big tits.

Shelly and Maddie were also with them. Dash thought Shelly would look good in a nurse's outfit. He imagined both Shelly and Maddie in nurse's outfits, tending to his every need, pressing their breasts against him as they leaned in to take his temperature.

"Here's your cream."

"Huh?" exclaimed Dash in confusion, before he suddenly noticed Norma standing there with a little jug of cream in her hand. "Oh, thanks." He smiled awkwardly at her.

"All finished, Sid?" asked Mr Cooper.

The curly-haired boy nodded his head in silence.

"Okay, then, I'll pay up and then we can go to the park," said Mr Cooper, as he slid off his stool. "You'd like that, right?"

Sid nodded his head silently again.

"Alright," laughed Mr Cooper.

Dash watched Sid as Mr Cooper paid for one coffee and one slice of cherry pie. For the past five days, he'd seen Sid at school the curly-haired boy had been wearing those stupid fake angel wings. What kind of kid would like to wear those things in September? Yet no one seemed to mind. Everyone thought it was adorable. What kind of behaviour was that?

"Thanks again for the coffee, Norma," said Mr Cooper, as he waved to her. He looked at Brad and Dash. "And you two, did you remember to give Rex his homework?"

"Yes, sir," responded Brad quickly.

Mr Cooper nodded. "Good, good," he said. "And don't forget to complete yours too."

"Fat chance," said Brad, after Mr Cooper left. "You still up for tonight?"

"Sure thing," responded Dash, as he poured some cream into his coffee. "I can't believe Rex is having a party at his place." He and Brad hadn't seen Rex since he'd taken ill the night of the first day of school. Their friend had been off for the entire school week. "What do you think the special occasion is?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows?" he asked.

"I'm guessing the girls'll be there, though," said Dash with a sly grin, as he poured the cool white cream into his hot black coffee.

"Jeez, you've got a one track mind," sighed Brad with a shake of his head. He looked at the swirling white mass in Dash's coffee.

Dash took a sip of his creamy coffee and grimaced. He visibly shuddered at the taste. "Damn, this is horrible!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it's your fault," Brad told Dash. "If Mr Cooper's nephew hadn't caught you eyeing up Norma's breasts, you wouldn't be drinking that."

There was no reply to that comment. Dash supposed his friend had a point, as he looked down at the swirling mass. He hadn't stirred the cream in and he could still see streaks of black on the surface of the liquid, a war between light and dark.

* * * * *

His head throbbed. He felt tired and lethargic, his limbs numb and cold. Breathe came out in ragged bursts, as if he found it difficult to keep the air down in his lungs.

Dash stumbled and fell to his knees in front of the toilet bowl, as if it was some altar to a sanitation god. He coughed violently, a horrible hacking couch. Several violent coughs followed and he feared he might cough his very lungs out. His felt his stomach spasm and then he vomited, he threw up the contents of his stomach. Yellow chunks spewed from his mouth, as his stomach turned inside out. Tears streamed from his eyes, his nose ran and his ears filled with the splashing of churned stomach contents into water.

Time seemed to slow down. It seemed as if he would never stop throwing up. He would continue until his very body lay in the toilet bowl.

After a while, he got back up. He spat into the toilet bowl, a long thick, white string of mucous slapping into the porcelain throne. Dash flushed the contents and turned to face the bathroom mirror.

His face looked pale, but he felt strangely better. There was a nasty sour taste in his mouth and an acidic smell in his nose, but otherwise he felt fine. His headache had disappeared, almost as if had been the weight of his stomach contents had stretched the skin of his head down painfully tight over his skull.

Dash thought through his day. What could have caused this? He hadn't had anything he didn't usually have. His lunch had been a simple cup of coffee, nothing more. The cream, he remembered the cream. "Damned Norma," he cursed under his breath.

Well, there was nothing he could do about it.

A part of him wondered whether it was a good idea to go to the party. He had just thrown up and if he did get any action, he was sure the girls wouldn't enjoy the taste of vomit in his mouth. Then again, the whole cheerleading team would be there.

Dash reached for the mouthwash. He would not miss this party for anything in the world. A quick, thorough rinse and then he followed that with a breath mint.

There wasn't much left for him to do. He put on his best shirt, his best jeans and threw on his Letterman jacket, before he stepped out.

* * * * *

The streets were misty. Visibility was low, but not so low that he couldn't walk safely from one end of the town to the other. Galgrave, after all, wasn't what you'd call a busy town and so long as he stayed away from the single main road that bisected the town, he would be fine.

Something didn't seem quite right, as he walked along the streets. Dash couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was something off about the town. He looked around him carefully with every step he took. Sure, there weren't that many people, but it was foggy. Perhaps there were plenty of people on the sidewalk across the street; he probably couldn't see them.

Dash stopped in the light of a streetlamp. Whatever it was, it was starting to annoy him. He looked around him, carefully surveying the houses nearby. Dash saw overgrown lawns and boarded up windows. He saw paint peeling off the walls and rusted cars. Had this area always been this run down?

He stepped back and looked at the signs attached to the lamppost. There were two signs. He was at the corner of Frost Lane and Lynch Road.

This was definitely Rex's street.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Dash continued down the street, across the unusually cracked slabs. He passed a car with a message scrawled on its windscreen in red lipstick; paid it no attention as he walked past. All Dash could think of was the cheerleading team, the entire cheerleading team with the football team. He'd have competition, certainly, but he could at least score with one of the girls.

That was his hope, anyway.

A metal creak made Dash whirl round suddenly. He saw someone standing at one of the metallic garden fences. Dash wondered whether he should say anything, when the person closed the gate with a clang and then walk towards him.

"I wouldn't go, if I were you," said Danny, as he approached Dash. "Didn't anybody tell you?" He leaned in uncomfortably close, until his nose almost touched Dash's and smiled. "He's in the church with me."

Dash gasped, as he saw Danny's eyes. There was something terribly wrong with them. They were glazed over, as if with cataracts; the pupils were hardly visible. He backed away from Danny, his body shivering uncontrollably.

"W-what happened, man?" he asked, as he felt the hard pole of a lamppost in his back.

There was no response from Danny. He just stood there, smiling inanely at Dash. Danny didn't even move when the lamppost started flickering violently, as if the power was slowly cutting out. Light and shadow fought over his form, played across him, made his entire body appear to shudder and shift uncontrollably. This continued, even when the streetlamp returned to normal.

Dash watched, horrified, as the light on Danny and on him alone, continued to flicker violently, as the red-haired kid's body started to fade.

With a scream, Dash ran. He didn't wait to watch as Danny faded out of existence. Dash just ran as fast as he could, past rusted gates and dilapidated houses. He ran all the way to Rex's house, up the path, past the doghouse and up the steps onto his friend porch.

"Rex, open up!" he cried out, as he hammered at the door. "Open up, man!"

The door opened unexpectedly.

As Dash had been leaning on it, his body found itself unable to maintain its stance. He fell through the empty air and landed with a heavy thud on the floor.

"Jeez, Dash, eager to start the party, eh?" chuckled Rex.

"Something's wrong, man," said Dash between ragged gasps for breath, as he slowly pushed himself back up to his knees and looked outside. "I saw..." he began, only to trail off. "Uh, it's nothing," he said with a shake of his head; there was no need to tell them about it.

Rex laughed, as he walked around the brown-haired jock. "Well, you're just in time," he told his friend, as he grabbed the door handle. "All the girls you've ever wanted are here." He looked down at Dash and watched as the jock got back up to his feet. "Are you sure you want to be here?" he asked, as he held the door open. "Last chance."

"What? You invited me, Rex," protested Dash suddenly.

"You sure about that?" asked Rex.

Dash frowned and looked back into the living room. He saw all the cheerleaders, all dressed in their cheerleading uniforms. They were all seated unusually close and looking at him enticingly. He noticed one of the girls had her hands on another's thighs and was slowly running her hands along the smooth skin.

A lecherous grin spread across Dash's lips. "Yeah, I'm staying," he said. He looked at Dash. "Why do you ask?" He gasped.

The door slammed shut as Dash realised what was wrong.

Rex's eyes were as Danny's had been. They were clouded over white, as if the teenager was suffering from cataracts. The grin on his lips was no different from the creepy, inane smile that had split Danny's face.

"What's the matter?" asked Rex, as Dash backed away. He followed the brown-haired jack across the carpeted floor towards the couches. "Make yourself at home." He reached out, touched Dash's chest and pushed the jock back into the girls.

With a chorus of giggles, the girls fell on him. Shelly and Audrey knelt down near his lap, as the others grabbed him and held him down. Some ran their hands over his chest, whilst they looked at him lovingly with half-lidded eyes. A few pressed their breasts together and leaned in to kiss each other, their lips locking right in front of Dash's eyes.

"Why do you look so scared, Dash?" asked Rex, as he leaned on one of the sofas. "I thought this was what you wanted; a bunch of hot girls to make out with."

Laura leaned down and started to unbutton Dash's shirt. Without warning, she then leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. He tasted something sweet and spicy, could smell flowers and spices in the air.

"Such a dirty lech," laughed Rex suddenly. "Just touching you is corrupting them."

Dash couldn't understand. Why was Rex letting Laura kiss him? He had known the blonde-haired jock for a long time. Rex was the jealous sort; he would have never shared his girlfriend with anyone.

He felt himself harden, as she kissed him forcefully, her tongue probing his mouth. Other hands slipped underneath the fabric of his shirt, to caress his pectoral muscles. One hand stroked his member through the denim fabric.

He found himself focusing on the delicate fingers, as they traced his cock languidly. A pair of hands seized his jeans by the waist and undid the top button. He heard the metallic zipper slowly sliding down, as someone removed his shoes.

A hand slipped through the fly hole of his underpants and fine fingers wrapped around his hard member. He groaned, as the fingers traced the length of his throbbing cock and slowly peeled back his foreskin to touch the bare head of his glans lightly. Dash gasped at the sensation.

Laura pulled off him and licked her lips lewdly.

The lights started to flicker, rendering their movements choppy and uncanny. Stationary objects seemed to shudder and distort in the battle of light and darkness. Laura's face seemed to shudder violently.

Audrey reached down, licked his bare nipple slowly and languidly, as hands caressed his toned body. Shelly slowly tugged his cock out of the fabric and kissed the slit gently. She giggled and stuck out an impossibly long, forked tongue in Dash's direction.

Dash cried out in fear. Something was definitely wrong. That was not a human tongue. He tried to struggle, to break free from their grasp, but he couldn't. The girls continued to hold him down, to stroke his body, to lick it like a piece of meat.

Another girl, he couldn't tell whom she was in the flashing light, straddled him, cupping her breasts and jiggling them with a naughty expression on her face. She leaned forward and pushed him into her breasts.

They didn't look right. The skin was dry and cracked, rubbed roughly against the skin of his face. He tried to pull away, but couldn't. Dash gasped, as he felt Shelly lick his penis.

One of the girls pressed her vagina against his hand. He felt the moistness of their labial lips. It was warm and sticky, like the other vagina that joined his other hand. Rough, scaly hands grabbed his own and slowly brushed his fingers against moist parted vaginal lips.

All the while, the girl's breasts changed. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel them becoming firmer. In the flickering light, he saw they had become green. He watched as they slowly deflated like punctured tires.

Dash felt his hand getting moister and warmer. One of the girls was trying to pull his hand into her cunt! He turned round and his eyes widened. It was brown-haired Madeline, though it was difficult to call her that now.

Most of her hair had fallen out, leaving a few random strands growing from her bald scalp. Her skin was scaly like a snake's and her breasts like the others, had disappeared altogether. Madeline's eyes were shut tight in pleasure, as she gyrated her still feminine hips around his hand. She cried out, her lips parting and her mouth opening to reveal sharp off-white teeth.

Hands grabbed his head and forced him to face forward. He saw the oozing lips of a girl's cunt in front of his face. Whose, it was difficult to say because the girl's hair had fallen out completely and her face had slowly stretched forward. The light made her muzzle seem to grow in short sharp progressions. He noticed something stretching out behind her and eventually, he saw a lizard-like tail flicking erratically behind the girl.

Dash cried out in pain, as sharp nails dug into his head like a bird of prey's talons. He resisted, but couldn't stop his head from being forced against the vagina. It smelt of flowers and exotic spices, a strange intoxicating perfume that made him think about licking her cunt, diving straight into it and pushing his head through past the labia.

Without thinking Dash kissed the lips and then licked at them gently. He lapped at the fleshy labial folds, pressing his face deeper into the girl's vagina.

The girl cried out in delight, her body arching in pleasure. Her tongue, ribbon-like and forked near its tip darted out again, tasting the air, savouring the musky scent of lust that hung thickly around her.

Dash's fingers bumped against something and he heard Madeline pant aggressively. He must have hit her clitoris, but it felt strange and knobbly. It drooled a sticky wet liquid onto his fingers. There was something similar in the other girl's cunt, but the spicy musk from the cunt he was licking overwhelmed his mind.

He couldn't think of anything except licking that vagina and pleasuring the scaly girl. Dash didn't notice anything.

The girls each transformed simultaneously, as if synchronised by some unseen event. Their muscles tightened, their breasts having already shrunk. Faces stretched into scaly muzzles filled with sharp pointed teeth. Leg muscles lengthened and shortened, lower limbs shortening as the bones in the feet distorted and grew longer. Toes merged, bones fusing, the heel extending out into a third digit.

Dash felt the other internal transformation, though. He could feel the strangely knobbly clitoris expanding. It edged forward, slowly pushing his hand out. His tongue touched on something similar in the vagina against his face.

Slowly, the bump hardened and grew. He continued to lick it, delighting in how excited the girl had become. It didn't stop and neither did the strange knobbly things against his hands. The thing continued to grow until it pushed past his lips. He found it growing still, pushing his tongue down against the floor of his mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked towards his arm and saw a barbed penis sticking out of the girl's vagina. His eyes widened in disbelief. He cried out in fear, or as best as one could with a penis in his mouth, but all it did was make the reptilian beast snarl in pleasure.

How had this happened? He looked up at the scaly body, the lack of breasts. Had the girls changed gender? They had certainly changed species. Why? He couldn't understand it.

"Just relax," said Rex, as Dash choked on the bestial cock. "You want to please the girls, right?"

The beast that had once been a cheerleader thrust deep into Dash's throat, snarling bestially with every thrust. Her voice was still slightly recognisable as female, as she cried out ecstatically.

He wanted to pull off, but found himself unable to do so. Dash wanted to pleasure this beast. He wanted her/him to pound his mouth, to fuck him until she came and filled him with her reptilian seed.

Without realising it, he wrapped his fingers around the spiked shafts that protruded from the reptilian cloaca. As Dash let the reptilian beast fuck his mouth, he felt his legs being lifted by scaly hands and slowly spread apart.

A barbed penis brushed against his exposed anal ring, drooling a wet clear fluid onto his arse. It brushed around the entrance, painting him and prodding him experimentally.

"So many cocks, not enough holes," chuckled Rex. "What do you say you give them a new one, huh?"

A gasp escaped the jock's lips, as he felt the wet cock push against him. His sphincter clenched almost instinctively in response. It didn't help. The reptilian male pushed hard and forced barbed tip past the anal ring, penetrating Dash and his warm passage. He cried as he felt the bristles of the reptilian penis brush his insides.

The reptilian beast in front of him gasped out, cried and shouted in pleasure. With one final thrust, he ejaculated. Hot, slimy semen spurted out of his penis, coating the back of Dash's throat.

Another of the reptiles grunted and a splatter of slimy cum landed on Dash's arm.

Slowly, the reptile pulled his softening penis out of Dash's mouth. He grinned lewdly at him, before he stepped away.

Some other reptile took the other's place, his penis protruding lewdly from his cloaca. He waved it in front of Dash's face, only for the jock to turn it away. Leathery hands grabbed Dash's head and turned it forcefully around, before the reptile moved his hips forward.

Dash kept his lips tight. He didn't want another penis inside him. One was enough. That one cock that pistoned wetly inside him was enough.

A gasp escaped Dash's lips, as the barbed penis struck his prostrate. The sensation sent a thrill up his spine. He revelled in the pleasure, unaware that his mouth had even opened. Before he could shut his mouth again, the reptile in front of his face pushed his barbed cock past his lips.

Someone leaned in close and whispered something huskily into his ear, but he didn't hear it. Dash could only hear the wet, moist sounds and slapping of the reptile pounding his arse. A part of him wanted nothing to do with it, but the other wanted to feel the hot cum fill his insides.

His chest suddenly felt very tight. With each thrust from behind, he felt his chest tighten even more, almost as if someone was inflating his pectoral muscles.

Despite feeling horny, he felt his cock shrinking, the blood drawing out from his penile tissue. Something strange was happening and he wanted to push the reptile off of him so he could see what was going on. He knew something was wrong and it felt so out of place, that even the strange flowery musk could not cloud his mind.

With a roar, the beast man came in his arse, spewing sticky semen deep into his rear passage. The reptile slowly pulled out, each barb brushing against his inner walls, making Dash gasp and groan in pleasure. A part of Dash wanted the reptile to plunge back in, to resume fucking him, but he felt horribly disappointed when the spiked penis pulled out completely.

Another replaced it. The reptiles took it in turns to fuck his mouth, then his arse, filling him in both ends with their semen.

In between swapping, Dash got a glimpse of his penis and his chest. Each time, it was only a few seconds, but he could see something was wrong. As they fucked him, his breasts grew, swelling in size until they became plump female breasts. His penis shrank, slowly receding into him, as his entire groin seemed to turn inside out.

Dash groaned again, as the final former cheerleader made one last thrust and exploded hot semen into his insides. He panted heavily, his senses frayed from the multiple orgasms that had racked his body and mind. A gasp escaped his lips, as he felt the reptile cock pull out of him.

Rex laughed, as he stood in front of Dash's cum-soaked body. He continued to laugh, even as he stepped forward, his face no longer the same as it had once been.

Dash's eyes widened in disbelief; one second, he had been looking at Rex, now he saw himself.

"Look at what a little bitch you've become," said the doppelganger, as he looked down at Dash lustily, stroking his hard, erect penis. "I'm gonnna love fucking that moist pussy of yours." He laughed. "And you're going to like it."

"No, please, don't!" cried Dash. "Don't!"

Dash's screams echoed around the room, even as the lights died.