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Pond Scum 3 Written by Leo_Todrius Anonymous Commission ____________________________________________________________ The following story contains graphic depictions of filth, watersports and grunge. Proceed at your own risk. ____________________________________________________________

There was something unique to a wasted weekend in the eyes of a teenager, at least in terms of one spent without friends, video games, movies or junk food. The way the light filtered through the blinds onto the tan colored carpet, the way time seemed to move slower than a snail's pace, it all felt like some sort of purgatory for Trent. His parents had moved into the city to be closer to their jobs, but rather than giving them more time at home they spent even more time at work. While they hadn't even finished unpacking, Trent's room was completely set up and completely spotless - though it looked more like a shrine to the skateboarding world than anything else.

One entire wall had been devoted to Trent's impressive collection of skateboards, skate shoes and various memorabilia. Diamond Supply, Lowcard, Creature, Alien Workshop, they were all there. It was like a museum display full of polished fiberglass, a maelstrom of colors, sandpaper and rubber. It had been a hard collection to maintain in such condition, especially since the very nature of skateboarding wore out both the boards and the shoes.

Trent sat on the carpet, his hands behind his back and his legs splayed out in front of him. His black hair was laying in loose feathery layers on his head, his blue eyes contemplative. His black and neon green t-shirt hugged a fairly thin body and pale skin, though he supplemented with rings and leather cuffs around his arms. His jeans, too, were designer and spotless. Trent took in a slow breath, his fingers playing between the bands of light on the carpet.

It felt like he'd gone through every website on the internet ten times over, like he'd watched every boarding video. He'd exhausted himself on pro skater games... But some small part of him felt like a fraud. There had been an excuse not to skate in the country. The lack of paved roads was a very big disincentive. The city, however, offered the bounty of limitless potential. Why then, was Trent still at home? Why had his Saturday been spent doing nothing more than menial household duties? The answer, as always, was that Trent had been spending his life as a good boy.

He'd been told to stay home, so that was what he had done. For years and years he'd done everything right. It had been growing increasingly difficult, though, as he ran out of distractions. Trent slowly rose to his feet and he wandered over to the window, prying the blinds apart with his fingers, peeking outside. It was a hot day, hot enough that the car windows seemed to ripple with heat and the tar in asphalt seemed to be glistening, but as uncomfortable as it was, it called to him. It was freedom, the unknown.

After a moment of internal debate, Trent made up his mind. He pulled a pair of pristine green and black skate shoes off the wall and a Creature board from its rack and headed for the front door. He stumbled a bit, trying to walk and get his shoes on at the same time but he managed it all before that door opened. The wheels hit the sidewalk and Trent pulled the door shut before he pushed off.

The growl of the tires on the street made Trent feel alive. He pushed with his right leg a few times to build up speed before coasting along. Trent looked around at everything, nearly feeling some form of sensory overload. There were people and cars and trees and... heat. He wiped some sweat from his brow, realizing that he had neglected to put on any deodorant. He wasn't sure how long his rebellion would last, he just hoped he wouldn't offend anyone with his perspiration.

Trent rolled along, leaving behind the well maintained neighborhood he was still getting accustomed to and began venturing deeper into an older part of the city. The sidewalks were narrower, the houses more unique. He had to focus more to stay on his board as the ground rose and fell, but displays of graffiti almost seemed like sign posts that he was approaching the territory of his own kind.

The teenager reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone and checked the map for skate parks. There were a few small venues listed, but one large park was brought up on the map. Trent's heart skipped a few beats as he picked up the pace. Each minute felt as though he was making up for days of lost time. He felt like a fool spending so much time in his room, alone and bored. That was no way to live, this was. The hot wind blasted through his fair hair and he loved it.

Trent checked his phone one more time as he rounded a corner, coming into the shade of old growth trees. He rolled along the cement retaining wall, looking at the raised edge of the gardens above. It took him nearly a block and a half before he found the entrance. An old wooden sign indicated that Halloway park had been established in 1869, though it hadn't been entirely neglected in the proceeding century.

The wheels of Trent's board adjusted from the uneven sidewalk to the somewhat smoother park path. It was easy to glide along, the moment of a slight slope helping him to coast. The front of the park seemed straight forward enough from the park benches to the seldom used jungle gym, but near the back Trent could hear that heavenly sound. Skateboards slid along cement bowls and lifts, the wheels rumbling, the boards scraping and flipping. Trent's grin widened sharply as he expected to meet his own kind, but then he froze.

The skate park was exactly where Trent had expected it to be, thirty feet or so in front of him. Five young men were skating around, practicing tricks and enjoying their feats of daring. Two had dreadlocks, two had mohawks and one had a fro. Their clothes were battered and torn from their tricks, their shoes were worn out, and their arms had smears of blood and mud and who knew what else.

Trent felt a bit of panic sweeping over him. These were real skaters. They lived and breathed this, they were the real deal. He really was an imposter. How could he hope to blend in? He'd dressed for what the professionals wore, not street kids. Trent's heart started to shatter as he considered turning around and leaving. Maybe he could get some practice in when they weren't there, try to get better at it before blending in... or maybe he would give it all up entirely, admit that he was just the sun of yuppie parents.

The teenager slowly turned to leave like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. He backtracked along the way he had come, but the sound Trent had always considered heavenly was getting louder and louder. He looked down at his board before realizing it wasn't coming from him. One of the five from the park rolled up past Trent, swerving around to block his path.

The other skater looked to be eighteen or nineteen. He had a foot tall mohawk dyed a brilliant cherry red, though the scruff that covered his cheeks and graduated into a fluffy, thick, bushy goatee was a coppery natural red as well. His ears were loaded down with piercings and his arms were emblazoned with a variety of tattoos. Even in the heat he wore a battered, dirty sweatshirt stained with a variety of fluids and his blue jeans were brownish black in places, stiff and dark. As he rounded Trent, Trent caught whiff of a potent scent. The young man smelled like meat and cheese and sweat and musk all at once. Trent was nearly overwhelmed.

"Hey kid, where ya goin?" The teen asked, looking Trent over.

"I was coming to skate, but I'm late for... an appointment." Trent said.

"An appointment, you sick?" The teen asked, reaching up to stroke his bushy copper goatee in consideration.

"No, well, I mean... preventative." Trent muttered. He wasn't very good at lying. The teen chuckled gently.

"Well, if you gotta go, you gotta go, but if you ain't got a problem, why not blow it off and hang with us? What's your name anyway, kid?"

"Uh, Trent... I'm Trent." He muttered, feeling in over his head. The teen reached over and grabbed Trent's wrist in an embrace. Trent gasped, inadvertently drawing in more of the other man's scent.

"I'm Vex, at least that's what my gang calls me. Nice to meet you Trent." The other teen grinned. Trent was speechless, looking at the man's fingernails, once painted black but chipping with dirt under the nails. It was like he was from another world, or even solar system.

"Nice to meet you too..." Trent replied.

"Anyhow, if you do come hang out, the guys'll love to meet you too. We'll be here a while." Vex replied before he let go of Trent and got back on his board, pushing off to roll toward his brood. Trent was left there in stunned silence, soaking it all in. It took a few moments for the air to chase away Vex's scent, but as the sweet pollen of the trees filled the void, Trent felt some odd part of him missing the pungent aroma. Trent shook the thought off and rolled away back toward the entrance, ready to rethink his life.

**** The clatter of skate wheels rumbled along the sidewalk, interspersed by the crunching of orange and yellow leaves. It was a dangerous proposition to test the board against such variables as crunchy or slippery leaves, but it was unavoidable. Summer was transitioning into Fall and Trent had started to make some transitions of his own. It had been almost two weeks since his visit to Halloway park, but he'd been quite busy in the meantime. The neighbors had grown tired of his skate practice but he'd been trying day and night to nail at least a few tricks, but that was far from all.

With each practice he put more wear and tear on his board, his shoes, and his clothes. Every fall, every trip, every skid left marks on his pants and shoes. His jeans had started to fray and split out, developing a few holes. His once pristine shoes were etched and eroded. Trent had to keep them hidden from his parents, but he was proud of the deterioration. It was like a man that had spent his life in an office seeing calluses and dirt under the nails from honest manual labor... but now Trent hoped it was enough to blend.

Trent rounded the corner and rolled into Halloway park, this time without as much fear and trepidation. He knew the lay of the land and he'd gotten an invitation to come back, even if it was half a month old. As Trent rolled toward the back of the park, his eyes scanned around curiously. The park didn't seem quite as well off as it had before. The building housing the bathrooms was practically dripping with graffiti and the playground had chipped paint and rust. Even the grass was over-run with spiky weeds full of a purply black pollen.

It was a bit surprising, but perhaps Trent had been aggrandizing the memory in his absence. Still, in an odd way, that made it even cooler. Up ahead, Trent heard the familiar sound of skating and saw movement. The boys were back, just as they had been before. They rounded the bowls, jumped the ramps, ground across rails and flipped their boards. It was like walking into a hall of fame.

As Trent got closer, he was able to make out more details than he had before about his potential compatriots. The other mohawked youth was Asian, his black hair swept upwards and held in place with some strange kind of grease. His arms were emblazoned with dark, stark lines and his denim vest was covered with spikes on the shoulders. He was really into the skating and as he went around, Trent really couldn't stop looking at him. There was something almost animal about him, like his ears were just a bit too pointed or his teeth were just a bit too sharp...

The Korean skater rounded past the teen with an afro as he finished grinding a long rail. Having finished that, he rolled over to the side of the bowl and flipped his board before he sat on the edge, and to Trent's shock, reached down to adjust the groin of his pants. The way his palm skidded over the jeans, they had to be crusted over with something. Trent gawked at that, but chortling came from near by... and then Trent was even more surprised.

The two dreadlocked guys Trent had seen before were so similar that he could have sworn he was seeing double. Both were six feet tall with wild manes of chestnut brown dreadlocks framing their faces, each with a small tuft of hair on their chins and patchy mustaches. The only thing differentiating them came from their different take on clothes while one wore mostly dark clothes and the other wore stained white ones.

"Glad you could make it back." The calm, half grizzled voice cut through the air. Trent gasped and turned around, seeing Vex roll up with a convenience store bag in his hand.

"Vex, uh, sorry it took me so long." Trent apologized.

"Not a problem, I knew you'd be back." Vex replied, fishing into his bag before he pulled out a foot tall metal can and tossed it to Trent. Trent caught it unexpectedly and looked at Vex with surprise. Vex looked back at Trent before chuckling, "It tastes like piss, but it's the strongest energy drink they have. Just take a swig and show us what ya got." Vex said. Trent looked a bit dubious before he popped the top of the can and tipped it back.

The fluid that spilled over his tongue was oddly alkali like batteries and pool cleaner with just a hint of citrus. Trent's face screwed up but he took several long gulps while some spilled over his lip and dribbled down his chin. He kept gulping, practically chugging it before he gasped for air and looked back at Vex.

"Thanks..." Trent said, trying to reclaim his breath before he looked around, "Where do I recycle the can?" he asked. Vex groaned at that and took the can from Trent's hand and tossed it over his shoulder. Trent watched the can bounce a few feet before landing in the grass.

"Just have some fun, kid. Ain't no rules 'cept the ones we make." Vex said, ruffling his fingers through Trent's hair. Trent shuddered gently, feeling an oddly oily, warm, tingling feeling sweep over him and into his hair. The strands that had been perfectly washed clung together like they'd been coated in three days sweat or product, faintly spiked rather than feathered. It gave Trent a sort of a bed head look, though he was hardly aware of it.

Trent watched the pierced, bearded, mohawked skater rejoin his friends and felt a yearning in his heart... and then he felt that heart racing on mega doses of caffeine. He pushed forward and over the edge of the bowl, howling as he rolled around it. The other teens whooped in cheer and success as they were joined, a sound that only encouraged Trent more.

**** The heavy park lights buzzed with fluorescent energy, casting their orange lights down through swarms of lingering bugs. The cars on the street beyond the walls of the park had grown fewer and fewer between until there only seemed to be one every half hour or so, but still the park was full of the riotous chortling of teenagers and the growl of their skateboards. Trent felt almost like he was in a haze, circling around and around and around in the bowls of the skate park. The energy drink he had that afternoon had been followed by another and another, but the mega doses of caffeine weren't masking anything more than his physical fatigue. His mind still felt like lukewarm jello... and that felt good.

The day had been full of stories and tricks, skating and bonding. Trent knew he'd stayed up way too late. It had to be past one in the morning. The few times he'd stayed up that late before he'd started sweating while his skin got all clammy. This time the sweat had soaked into his torn up jeans and t-shirt. The only time Trent could really tell was when he lifted his arm up and got a whiff of that meaty, garlicky aroma. Taking one turn he leaned and offended himself with the scent. His brain was so sluggish at this point that it had to be like déjà vu. How many times had he done that over the course of the evening.

"Guys, this... This 'as been the best night of my life, but I really, I gotta get home..." Trent murmured.

"Boooo!" Seon shouted, the Korean having grown a bit affectionate of the uptight kid.

"Didn't you say your parents re out of town?" Vex asked, circling around Trent in the opposite direction. Trent felt even more dizzy trying to keep his head on the copper headed ring leader.

"Well, yeah, but... um, wait... Did I say that?" Trent asked, feeling completely out of it and confused.

"Yeah, said it was just an empty house back there. If you're gonna crash, why not come to our place?" Vex asked. Trent's heart skipped a beat, and this time it wasn't from the energy drinks.

"Your place? You'd let me come home with you?" Trent asked.

"We all live together, man. Got us a sweet ass place to crash. Seon said, looking into a reflection on his lighter as he caressed his mohawk to make sure it kept its form.

"It isn't far from here either... and you look out of it little dude." Danny said from where he was perched on the wall, his black and red jersey dark enough to blend into his skin and the night around him.

"It's decided then, the kid's coming home with us." Vex said. Trent felt momentarily confused. He hadn't been the one that made the choice, but all around him the world was spinning. He put out a foot to stop himself, realizing he wasn't moving. Only his inner ear drum was. He wobbled gently before falling forward. He had passed out before he hit the cement.

**** Every part of Trent felt stiff as he started struggling back towards consciousness. His feet and legs were stiff from all the skating, his arms were tired from lugging around some of the groceries at one point during the night and his neck was stiff from sleeping on the couch without a pillow. It was that realization that made Trent's eyes snap open. He'd never slept on a couch in his life. The sight that greeted him was not a familiar one. Trent slowly, ever so slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings. It was almost enough culture shock to give him a heart attack.

Trent had been deposited on a lime green and midnight blue speckled couch, though the ragged and well worn cushions had several stains on the fabric and springs were sticking out of the end. A short distance away was another couch, this one a brown that had once merely been off white. Seon's legs dangled off of one end, his shoes finally removed, revealing the crustiest, crunchiest yellowed socks that Trent had ever seen. The Korean's body only stretched half way up the couch, nearly nestled in the but of Danny.

Trent's jaw dropped at hat and how dirty their clothes were for the first time, looking at every stain and smear... But that slack jawed shock was enough to make him gag. The air was full of pungent odors from soured milk to fermented fruit. The two couches were like lone ships passing in a sea of garbage. Fast food cartons and wrappers were interspersed with jugs of various drinks and little can jetties. There was no floor visible at all.

Trent was well out of his league. He stretched one foot out to try and sneak off the couch, but the garbage made that impossible. He gingerly pulled his leg back and moved to get up off of the back of the couch, looking for any exit. What he saw next nearly made him fall over again.

Vex stood near the back of the house, wearing only his crusty old jeans, but the fly was down and his long, fleshy, curved cock dropped low. He looked half asleep and as if he'd only woken to relieve his bladder. In fact, that was just what he had done. A look of serenity crossed Vex's face as he leaned his head back and let his urine flow - but he wasn't in a bathroom.

The yellow flow arched out of his shaft and through the air... into the eager mouth of one of the twins. The amber fluid splashed on one of their tongues, filling up the youthful mouth before he took a deep swallow. The change in fluid levels resulted in spillage rolling down over his chin and down his shirt, staining that white shirt even more yellow. As if the fluid exchange had gone right through him, the twin let go of his own bladder. Soon a massive wet spot began spreading out from his groin and down his legs. It only took a few moments for the acrid scent to hit Trent.

The young skater stood there in shock and disgust, though it seemed his body didn't get the right message. He had woken up with every part of him stiff, including his manhood. After years of trying in vain to get even the weakest remnants of a morning stiffy, Trent's cock quivered with rock hard anticipation. That alone was too much for him.

"I can't take any of this shit!" Trent said, turning and fording into the sea of garbage. Cans went flying and garbage began landsliding. Seon and Danny were awoken with a start and tried to figure out what was going on. Trent reached the door and flung it open and stepped out before his path was blocked by Vex. Trent gasped, confused how the red head could be in front of him. He turned around and looked back into the house, but Vex was still back there in the garbage. A clawed hand reached out and grabbed the door knob, easing it shut, leaving Trent alone on the porch with a slightly more dressed version of Vex.

"I-I-I..." Trent murmured. Vex chuckled softly at that and reached out to ruffle Trent's greasy hair.

"You won't find the words, not for a little while at least... So how about I just explain what's going on instead." Vex said. Trent considered before very weakly nodding.

"I could tell you two stories... The more believable would be that this is a house where anything goes... Any sin, any vice, any drive. We live for pleasure itself in all of its beauteous and strange forms." Vex said slowly, "But that isn't the truth." He said with a smile, betraying very sharp, abnormal teeth. Vex moved to lean against one of the support columns holding up the house, "The truth is... that there's something very dark in this city, or at least in the twilight of what it had once been. A demon stripped of his powers, leaving nothing but the most simplistic levels of coercion and manipulation... A former filth demon that used to feed on humanity's most vile habits. All he can do now is bring more to his cause by trickery alone, but... what if he wants more?" Vex asked.

"What... what do you want?" Trent whispered, not sure if he believed the story.

"The question is, what do you want, Trent? I can feel that hunger in you. You aren't satisfied filling the hole you've been given in life. You want to break out of the box, to be a rebel, a bad boy... How bad do you want to be?" Vex whispered.

"I... I don't know what I want." Trent whispered. Vex leaned in, bringing his slimy, nasty groin to press into Trent's. Trent inhaled slowly, bringing in the heady scent of this strange, strange being. Vex leaned down and brought his lips to Trent's. Trent shuddered, feeling the rough and oily bristle of a man's beard against his face, but his lips slipped apart and his tiny tongue darted out, met by a longer and more sinister one. Vex forced his tongue in and out suggestively for a few times before he broke the kiss.

"I've spent years tricking people into this, but if someone was ever to accept this world willingly, they'd gain everything that was taken away from me." Vex whispered, leaning in to lick Trent's ear. Trent shuddered at that, his ear stretching ever so slightly into a point beneath that wicked tongue.

"Everything?" Trent asked.

"Everything." Vex replied, his eyes practically glimmering with fire.

**** The door clicked gently as it eased back open, the sea of cans and debris being pushed out of the way. Trent moved back in, looking around the house with more objective eyes. Even after talking to Vex for almost an hour, it was almost overwhelming. There were splatters of food and fluids on every wall, the smell was overpowering... The bathroom didn't even have a door. Trent made eye contact with Jesse, the twin that favored dark clothes, as he took a dump on the toilet, stood up and left the room without so much as a flush or a wipe.

It was awkward, it was strange, it was animal... and oddly arousing. Once more Trent's arousal returned, but this time it was more powerful than ever before. He bit his lip gently as his pants tented, his cock swelling and stiffening, rebelling against its denim enclosure. Trent looked at Danny and Seon and Ian. Vex had explained to him that they had only the one change of clothes, that they went months without washing them.

Trent walked deeper into the filthy house, approaching Seon on the couch. He reached down and took a hold of one of the Korean's socks and began peeling it down. While the outside was crunchy and crusty, the interior was hot and moist and pungent. It kept Seon's toes slick and soft. Trent swallowed a bit hesitantly before he lifted the sock to his face and inhaled.

Cultured cheese, body odor, heat and musk and the faintest hint of skate shoes. Trent moaned softly as the smell inundated his brain and he dropped down onto his knees and rubbed his face against Seon's foot, his lips parting just long enough to give it a slow, lingering lick. Seon groaned and flopped back on the couch, his back arching as he started fumbling with the fly of his pants, fishing out his uncut cock. Before long Seon was masturbating furiously.

"Do you see the power you have over them?" Vex asked with a grin, coming up behind Trent, "And that's without even awakening your new self."

"What do I have to do to do that?" Trent asked, looking up at the former demon. Vex chuckled softly.

"Some might see it as a ritual, but all you have to do is embrace all of this..." Vex said, pausing as he saw Ian making his way toward the bathroom.

"Ian, come here, it's time to get fucked." Vex commanded. Ian glanced over his shoulder, his dreads swaying across his face before he moved over. He popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper before he turned around, revealing skid marked underwear. Vex reached out and took a hold of the waistband of the twin's undergarments and drew them down. Trent was kneeling face to ass, looking at the butt before him and then the demon.

"Are you my new master, Trent?" Ian murmured, "I need you inside me... I need you to churn my butter." Ian panted. Trent felt an odd chill roll through his body as he stood up, looking at Vex uncertainly.

"Me?" Trent asked. Vex chuckled at that and reached down, groping Trent's bulge. Trent gasped harder at that.

"Go ahead, give in to it." Vex said. Trent was blushing furiously, but he fumbled with his pants and pulled his boxers down, letting his cut cock spring up before him. He murmured a bit, looking at Ian and then back at Vex.

"Do I need to get some lube or something?" Trent asked. Vex chuckled.

"Oh, he's plenty moist..." Vex said, putting one hand on Trent's ass and the other on Ian's hip. Trent felt himself guided forward. He positioned his cock at Ian's pucker and began pushing in. Trent's eyes widened as he felt the hot, tight, passage of another man wrapping around his cock. He slid in an inch, then another, but then something felt strange... and wet... and thick. Trent moaned in realization. Ian had been heading to the bathroom to use it, but had been interrupted.

Trent's cock was pushing into shit, breaking up the brown log as he pistoned in. Inch after inch he delved until his balls slapped Ian's taint and the skater moaned in bliss. Trent panted softly, holding himself in place there, as deep as he could go... or so he thought. His cock was burning and tingling and felt like it was still sliding deeper - but Trent couldn't slide in further. Trent soon realized his cock was growing longer and longer.

The realization hit Trent like a drug. He pulled back and saw half his cock coated in brown slime before he thrust in again, only to pull back and repeat the process. His initial fear and doubt was eroding away. Trent grabbed onto Ian's hips with his hands and kept at it; in and out, in and out, in and out. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he felt his cock continuing to engorge. Each inch he added let him pull back more before slamming in again. Like an oil dipstick, his cock was sounding Ian's shit filled depths.

"Trent, my master... Fuck me harder, I need you, fill me!" Ian moaned. For the first time in his life, Trent felt special and wanted, even powerful. He kept going, leaning in to start nipping at Ian's neck with his lips and teeth. Ian whimpered in even more need at that, leaning into Trent's mouth. Blood rushed to the surface, giving Ian a hicky, marking Trent's aggressions. Trent moaned brightly at that, unaware that each of his teeth were becoming sharper and more wicked. He kept going, barely aware of movement behind him until his ass cheeks were grabbed and pulled apart.

Danny leaned in to Trent's ass, rubbing his cheeks on the changing teen's cheeks. A wide, flat tongue emerged and began slathering over Trent's pucker. With a few good slurps to moisten it all, Danny plunged his tongue into Trent's hole and began driving it back and forth. Trent gasped again, his back arching, feeling a tingling spread into his ass and up his spine. The flesh at the very top of the cleft began to bulge, extending into a red swollen bump - but finally the bump took shape. The tailbone had pried itself away from Trent's pelvis, tilting as new bones and joints grew in.

Trent kept fucking Ian and Danny kept rimming Trent moment upon moment. What had started as a simple growth was wriggling around above Trent's ass like a growing worm. For every inch his cock grew, the tail was growing five. It slipped around the curve of Danny's head and afro, the tip flattening out slowly, taking on an arrow head like spade tip. Trent groaned sharply at all of that, drawing out a foot of demon cock before plunging it back into Ian every time.

"No fair, I wanna be fucked..." Jesse groaned, moving over to paw at Trent's chest, fingers raking over sensitive nipples. Whimpering like a malnourished dog, Jesse pushed his face into Trent's arm, working it up before he began suckling and licking at Trent's arm pit hair. He took a few slurps but groaned again, "It's not strong enough, Vex..." he panted softly.

"Well, let's see what we can do about that." Vex said, moving up on Trent's other side. He'd been stripped of nearly all of his powers, but having convinced Trent to join them willingly had been a powerful shot. Vex reached out, placing his clawed hands on both of Trent's shoulders and closed his eyes. The air in the room started to grow stale and hot, feeling like the house had been shut up for weeks.

Trent was so lost in the lust of fucking and being rimmed that he didn't notice at first, but a heat was radiating out through his shoulders. It felt like the heat of staying up too late, of working too hard, but it was vague and undefined... at least to him. Vex grinned to himself even with his eyes closed, manipulating the effects of time as best he could.

Trent's body produced more sweat, sloughed off more skin cells and stewed in its own juices. It was as if days were going by every second, making his clothes riper and riper. Without shaving, black stubble began emerging from his cheeks and chin, eventually his upper lip. The hair on his chest was getting thicker and oilier and his pits were hairier too. Every drop of sweat lost to his pits got soaked up into that hair, saved for later. Even the skater's feet were getting soft, soaking in his own hot, moist socks. Once more Jesse tried to lick Trent's pits, this time getting much more of the foul, meaty odor he craved. He groaned sharply and slurped to his heart's content.

So lost in the physical pleasures, it took Trent several moments to realize the filth was being shifted around, but as a desk rumbled as it was pushed, Trent's now orange eyes snapped open. Seon had stripped completely naked, showing off his sweaty, tattooed body. He climbed up onto the desk, standing above the cluster of sex fiends. He grinned as he reached down and pulled the foreskin of his cock back, revealing a chalky, cheesy lair of smegma trapped inside.

With two fingers Seon collected the smegma from his cock and brought it up to his head, rubbing the slimy oily substance into his already greasy mohawk, keeping it stiff and in place. Trent had to admit he was impressed, but the display was far from Seon's purpose. He closed his eyes, hoisted his cock and released. The urethra splayed wide before a deep, dark, rich yellow stream sprayed out of his cock.

Instinctively Trent opened his mouth and caught the flood. The flavor was shocking and rich, much stronger than the energy drink had been. The fluid filled his fang filled mouth up as his tongue split into twin spikes and dribbled out down his chin. Trent greedily guzzled down the fluid, letting its unnatural warmth fill his esophagus and stomach.

Seon was almost disappointed what a good aim he had and he soon moved his cock, splattering the piss all over Trent's head and face and chest, catching Ian in the cross fire. The urine ran over Trent's scalp, through his already greasy hair as it grew longer from Vex's time warping. Trent's hands throbbed where they held Ian's hips, the fingernails darkening from white to brown to black, growing out and curving into wicked, deadly claws.

The hot piss pouring over Trent's face felt oddly soothing, the lack of pain revealing how much his forehead had been hurting until that point. Two furious swollen bumps had been pushing out of his temples right below the hairline. The reddened flesh eventually gave out, drops of blood leaking out before dark brown, knobby horns began curving out of his skull.

Trent moaned and bit down into Ian's neck, holding his mate in place as his horns emerged. They pushed out inch after inch, giving Trent the relief of a fantastic shit as they came into their own. Trent tasted the iron tang of Ian's blood but kept lapping at the wound he'd made. His tail whipped around behind him, nearly four feet long now. Even Trent's feet throbbed and shuddered, the rubber distending before sharp black claws punctured their way through the material.

Through it all, Vex kept working, manipulating time and its effects on Trent. His hair reached the middle of his neck, but it was so dirty and oily that it stood up in wicked spike-like curls that complimented his horns. His ears were drastically pointed and he was better tanned than he ever had been in his whole life. What had started as stubble on his cheeks had grown into bushy, burly mutton chops and his bush was unkempt and wild. Vex had to appreciate how much hairier Trent's legs were than his upper body, giving almost the illusion of satyr like build.

Vex slowly opened his eyes, looking at his creation. Trent was amazing from his horns to his tail, but Vex's eyes slowly darted around, realizing that Trent's true powers were waking up. The slop and slime around the apartment was growing more intense, almost coming to life. A thin tendril of a purple and green thorny plant began growing up from one pile, then another. The grass outside was withering away, drying out and catching on the wind.

It would have been a lie to say there was no jealousy in Vex's heart. He had been stripped of powers that this mortal now had, but at the same time it was a relief not to be entirely cut off from the world he knew. This human would carry on in his stead, and he could at least ride Trent's coat-tails. He grinned and moved forward, nudging in between the others to worship and rub against Trent's changed body. Trent let out a deep and satisfied murr of pleasure, feeling them all around him. He had finally found his proper place.

Having spilled his seed, Trent began pulling out of Ian. Inch after inch of his shit slicked dick emerged, revealing twelve inches, then fourteen, then sixteen before it finally popped free and swung up, slapping the newly forged filth demon in the chest. Trent looked down at it, his eyes gleaming with an infernal heat. Slowly Trent leaned down, his lips parting before he took his own cock head into his mouth. The subtle nutty taste blossomed in his mouth before he took more and more in, bobbing on his own cock, savoring the flavor. The others soon moved to begin licking at the portions of the shaft that were still exposed. In a strange way, it brought them all together and closer than ever.

**** The rumble of skateboard wheels was nothing new along the streets, but today it was far more than just one set. The sound was like a chorus, a harmony between the many boards rolling toward their destination. Trent led the charge, looking so different than he had mere days before. His pointed ears and horns were hid beneath a baggy beanie cap but his long, greasy, oily hair cascaded down to his shoulder blades. The wind tried to whip through his bushy sideburns and hair, but it was all so tainted by bodily residue that it maintained its shape.

Trent's clothes were disheveled as well; wrinkled, twisted, and heavily stained. His pants had caked on filth thick enough to be armor, but Trent wore it with pride. His hands flexed, betraying for all to see his wicked claws. The spade of his tail peeked out from the bottom of his pants, spiraling down one leg. It was amazing how much had changed in such a short time. Trent no longer felt abandoned by his parents, or the need to conform. He made his own destiny... and that was just what Vex had hoped.

Vex and Seon followed after Trent on either side of him like some sort of vanguard. They caught their master's scent on the wind and breathed it in deep, fighting off the urges to be horny from his mere presence. Both young men carried packs loaded down with energy drinks and soda. Keeping hydrated was an important step in producing their favorite beverage, one that came from an over-full bladder.

Jesse and Ian followed up behind the others, a vague and satisfied look spread across their faces. Their own will had been weak to begin with, but in the presence of a fully realized filth demon they had descended even more. They lived to serve, to be used, and they loved every moment of it, craving for the day they could have even more. Danny brought up the rear, enjoying watching everyone's backsides.

Trent rounded the corner and approached the entrance of the park, passing the gate. As the skateboard gang rolled in, the park almost seemed to recoil. The plants withered and the grass browned. Trent reached up and brushed a clawed hand through his hair, sending flecks of dander and oil to the ground. As if seeded, thorny purplish green plants began to grow, blossoming with rich violet petals that began putting out a scent like rotten meat.

Trent picked up the pace and moved toward the end of the park they called home. Trent rounded the outer edge of it all before he stopped by a solitary skate bowl at one end. The others stopped right behind him. The filth demon wordlessly unzipped his pants and drew out his long cock, stroking it a few times before he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. After a long moment his urethra opened and a long stream of golden green piss began arching out. It hit the side of the cement bowl and began rolling down deeper, though it left an oily film where it first splashed.

Vex understood the tradition very well, as it wasn't unique to just demons. Vex opened his pants and produced his shaft. Before long there were two streams of piss pouring into the bowl, then three, four, five and six. The skaters each were emptying their bladders, watching as the foul urine pooled in the bottom of the bowl like some kind of foul pond. Trent nodded to himself gently.

"The filth house was first, but from this day on, this is our territory... Our kingdom starts here and spreads out. We will not be suppressed, we will endure. Humanity's greatest vices will be our strength. We will grow, we will spread, and we will prosper." Trent said with a broad grin. The other men cheered, their hands starting to work their cocks in celebration. Trent watched them work before he looked at the pond. One day it would be full of liquids, the most beautiful and terrible liquids ever... but to fill it faster, they would need new recruits.

"Ow, fuck!" Came a shout from further back in the park. Trent slowly turned and looked over his shoulder. A young blond man in basketball shorts and a jersey had wandered in, only to prick his finger on one of the flowers. He stood there, holding his finger, a drop of crimson blood on the pinprick... but even from where Trent stood, he could see the young man's shorts tenting as he gained a mighty erection, his body starting to really sweat and put off a scent.

"And the pond will fill even faster with new friends..." Trent murmured, casually tucking his cock back into his pants before he began rolling down the sidewalk. Just as Vex had come to greet him, he rolled toward their newest visitor. It would only be a matter of time before his filthy kingdom spread far and wide.