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Biker Zenith Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Waadaah

The wind roared like a parched ocean, steady and constant, timeless and without restraint. Seasons of drought had parched the land and the coming storm, even without rain, had obliterated the landscape. The dust blasted against the sun cooked road, scraping at the lines of paint before buffeting the middle of nowhere gas station and convenience store. As much safety as the glass provided, even it rattled every so often when a particularly heavy gust hit the establishment.

It had been almost two hours that the storm had been raging, stranding Zane. The dust had gotten so bad that he couldn't see, forcing him to stop. Thankfully the convenience store had been set up with a make shift 'café area', though it was little more than a pair of tables and chairs settled between the window and an aisle of cat food and radiator fluid.

Zane gazed out of the window, having long since finished his over-cooked hot dog, glancing at his reflection. He was twenty four years old, five foot seven with brown dreadlocks and a two inch long fluffy goatee. He had a black leather jacket, some goggles worthy of steam punk, and an old battered motorcycle that was being sand blasted outside. It was practically like watching the paint get chipped away.

The young man had set out on the road trip, feeling generally lost in his life. He'd finished school and felt successful for all of a month. Since then, nothing had really been clicking right. His friends group fell apart, his employment was spotty at best, and he felt generally worn out with life in general. He had hoped to be inspired, but instead he had become trapped.

Zane's eyes drifted around the establishment to the convenience store counter where the thirty five year old man was re-stocking cigarettes, then he looked to the board behind him. It was rather somber that the entire poster board was covered with print outs of missing people. Dozens of black and white photographs of misplaced teenagers and twenty somethings gazed back at him. Zane's eyes lowered a bit as he started to debate just how petty he was thinking his life was bad.

Out of habit, Zane reached up and gently ran his fingers down over his goatee, feeling the tactile sensation as comforting. He almost lost track of just how much time he had been doing it when something changed. Outside, from the sea of dust and wind, there emerged an object... then three, then five. It was a group of bikers, each equipped with a motorcycle more impressive than the last.

Those riding behind the leader were impressive enough, each equipped with a sleek and stylish japanese looking cycle. They were powerful but lean at the same time, covered with black and chrome. It was a perfect match to their riding outfits, black and silver from head to toe. It almost seemed like a one piece as the helmet molded into the collars and no waistline was visible.

Zane's jaw dropped just seeing them, but as his eyes drifted to their leader, he nearly fell out of his chair entirely. The leader's motorcycle was both futuristic and artistic. It looked as though an American chopper had blended with something out of an anime or Tron, the forward thrusted wheel housed in a frame that angled up and back into the main body where the powerful chrome engine was held in by ribs of black and red, but unlike the other members of the group, the rider stood out.

Dressed in a similar body suit, the material was clearly a potent red. It showed off every detail of the leader's muscled physique; his pectorals capped with pert nipples, his abdominal muscles, his ample groin and his powerful arms. Even his helmet was unique with molded horns following the curve of the helmet and two small chin spikes curving down on either side.

Zane was nearly in a trance, watching the bikes pull in to the gas station. Almost like a synchronized swim team, the black clad bikers jumped off and started to fill their vehicles. The leader, however, merely stepped off his bike, stretched his back with a flexible bend, and then turned to look into the window. Zane froze in place, looking eye to vizor with the stranger. The leader lingered on looking at Zane for a moment before he turned his head and looked over at the other vehicle parked there.

Resting off to the side, out of the way, was Zane's motorcycle. It was a 1995 Suzuki GS500, a bike in black and yellow that was almost as old as Zane was. It had been well used and abused before he ever inherited it, though he'd done his best to love his 'bumblebee' ever since he got it. Now, though, Zane was blushing a bit, feeling embarrassed by the age and limited power of his bike. He stood up from his table and moved across the convenience store, moving over toward the slushee machine. He'd only made it half way when he heard the electronic chime of the door.

"Hey, is that bike yours?" Came a deep and sinfully smooth voice. It was nearly enough to knock Zane to his knees. He took a soft gulp and turned around, facing the biker. The red rider was even taller and bigger in person. Zane nodded slowly well before he worked up the courage to nod.

"Y-Yeah, I mean... it may not compare to others out there, but... it's been with me through a lot." Zane replied. The red rider nodded.

"Our bond with our bikes is something irreplaceable, I can respect that." The rider replied, "You stranded because of the storm?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd try to wait it out. What about your, um, group?" Zane asked. The rider paused, looking over his shoulder and out the window.

"My grease monkeys can occupy themselves. Right now I'm just interested in learning more about you." The rider replied. Zane looked a bit stunned at that, but the man crossed over and opened one of the coolers, grabbing a six pack of beer before he placed it on the counter. The man there cleared his throat a bit.

"Please remove your helmet before purchase." The shop keeper stated, pointing to a sign listing the store policy. There was a moment of tension before the rider reached up and pulled at his helmet. The carefully sculpted red helmet didn't seem like it wanted to release at first, but the materials slowly separated in an uneven and stringy way. The helmet came off, revealing shiny, spiky black hair beneath coupled with rather pale skin.

Tucking the helmet under one arm, the biker fished out his wallet with the other and paid the clerk. Sliding the wallet back into place, he grabbed the beers and moved over to where Zane had been sitting. Zane hesitated, standing in the middle of the shop before he wandered back over to the table. As he approached, he heard the two hisses of bottle caps being removed before one was slid over to the empty chair. Zane sat down numbly across from the stranger, looking at him curiously. The rider looked back for a moment before giving a grin, showing off his far sharper than normal canine teeth.

"You're fascinated by more than just the lifestyle, aren't you?" He asked finally. Zane blushed even brighter at that.

"Wh... What do you mean?" Zane questioned. The rider shrugged, lifting his beer with his right hand, taking a swig. Zane had neglected to keep track of the man's left hand which soon found itself on his groin. Zane gasped and bashed his knee into the table, feeling the stranger's fingers resting against his cock. The flesh soon half hardened, elongating beneath the fabric of the pants.

"Thought so." The biker smirked softly, "And such a handsome goatee too." He added. Zane blushed even more furiously, though he didn't extract his groin from the gloved hand resting atop it.

"I-I-I, I mean, sure, what can I say at this point? But I'm not that forward of a guy." Zane replied. The biker nodded, moving his hand from Zane's crotch to his knee, though the grin was still present on his lips.

"I get it. You need to know someone before you're ready for that, right?" The biker asked. Zane numbly nodded, though he wasn't sure he exactly agreed. The biker took a big swig of his beer and leaned back before continuing, "My name's Red, at least that's what everyone calls me now. About five years ago I didn't know anything about motorcycles. I was caught up in a storm, a bit different than this one, and came across a man and his creation that would change my life forever. I learned everything I needed to about the road and started building my new family."

"Family? Like... a gang?" Zane asked. Red's eyebrow arched as he glanced out of the window at the black clad bikers.

"Well, I suppose loosely that might work, but I mean more like an actual family. Bringing people together to experience freedom, purpose, pleasure." Red replied. Zane lifted his beer and brought it to his lips and took a sip, though as soon as the liquid hit his tongue, he knew something was different.

Zane's head ached from the sudden change as the world around him got crisper, clearer, brighter. His eyes dilated and it was almost as if he could see each individual grain of dust caught in the wind outside. He gasped softly, every sense so much more alive and potent. Red's hand slowly slid back to Zane's groin, his fingers curving over the bulge there before sliding back and forth. Zane's jaw dropped and he gasped again, nearly writhing in his chair. Red nearly purred at that, stroking back and forth on the bulge, looking into the young man's eyes before he finally let go.

"I remember what it felt like too, my first taste of the road." Red replied, drinking more of his beer. Zane was nearly limp in the chair, panting as his erection raged.

"What... What was that?" he asked. The pain in his head was abating somewhat, but he still felt dizzy and off kilter, as if his enhanced perceptions were throwing off his equilibrium. Red smiled.

"It's a bit of our blood, sort of... A little of our essence to make the bonding easier, if you want it. If not, then the effect will wear off in a few hours and you'll be back to usual old you." Red replied. Even Zane's memories seem enhanced as the phrase made him flash back to the sort of life he had. Duties, chores, perpetual underemployment. Zane had escaped from home on the road trip from the fleeting edge of those feelings, but now they were so much more intense.

"If I do, if I want it, what happens?" Zane whispered. Red's hand returned to Zane's groin, but this time he unzipped the young man's fly and the red glove slipped in, bypassing the fly on the boxers, wrapping slowly around Zane's shaft as he drew it out of the pants under the table. Zane looked frantically over at the shop clerk, only to see that two of Red's grease monkeys were keeping him occupied with a number of purchases. Both had countless black piercings rising up their ears and their hair was unnaturally dark. In fact, their ears seemed somewhat too pointed as well.

"If you want this, I'll give you freedom, pleasure, masculinity and power." Red whispered, stroking Zane off beneath the table. Zane moaned more, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"But all I have is my old bike..." Zane panted. Red purred.

"Some people are given greatness, other have had it all along. Once you join us, both you and your bike will be so much more. You have no idea what we're capable of." Red whispered. The red rubber of his glove started to ripple an move on its own, betraying its true nature. Several tendrils wrapped around the young man's cock, but one snaked up and curved over the head of his gland, teasing at the urethra before it slipped inside.

"Wh..." Zane was only able to utter the single syllable, looking at Red, realizing just how dark his eyes were, almost as if the black went on forever. As simple as it had started, the tendrils pulled back into Red's riding suit and his hand came out from under the table. The man tipped back his beer and finished it off, setting the empty bottle on the table.

"If you want to join us, come outside in the next five minutes." Red said, standing up and moving for the door. As if they were merely insects following their queen, the black clad bikers put their helmets back on, scooped up their bags of belongings, and headed out of the shop. Zane sat there, flummoxed for a moment before he realized that Red had left his cock completely exposed. He quickly pushed it back in and zipped up his pants before the clerk looked back over his way.

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Red moved around between the black bikers, reaching up to caress his hand along their helmets. His slightest touch was enough to send shivers down their spines. They had provided company and companionship, they had given him the strength to accomplish what he needed to, and they had made such advances toward their goals... But as exciting as it had been to convert those young men into drones, he wanted something more.

Marcus had transformed his life and given him the enix, a symbiotic suit and motorcycle that all connected into one being. Red owed him a great deal, but as the years went on, Red was feeling more urges. His Enix was hungrier and hornier than ever before. He couldn't go months without mating. In fact, he couldn't go much longer at all. Red nearly didn't make it back to his bike before doubling over, grabbing onto it for support.

The red leather rippled violently across his groin before a very long, very thick, ribbed and pointed red cock separated from the front of his riding suit. Inside his helmet, Red hissed and let his tongue play across his lengthening fangs. Even his gloves developed claws, scraping along the shiny surface of his bike. It was nearly enough lust to go into a rampage, but as he heard the electronic chime from the shop, he pulled himself back together. His cock retreated back into the hidden padding of his suit, his claws retracted and his posture straightened again.

"Before I agree to join you, I have to know how you did what you did back there..." Zane murmured, walking towards Red with a bit of an awkward sway, trying to hide his erection. Red turned around on his heels and faced Zane before the helmet on his head all but melted, turning to liquid and running down his face, being absorbed into his riding outfit. The head beneath wasn't exactly human anymore.

Like his helmet, Red had hard horns, but they were pitch black and made of the same material as the bike. His ears were pointed, his fangs sharp, and his eyes were solid black. The veins running up his neck were visible from the red and black discolorations leeching into them from the suit itself. Zane gasped at that, but Red reached up and sunk his fingers into the young man's dreadlocks, holding on tight.

With the young man in his grip, he leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met with a powerful impact and Zane's jaw was spread wide as an inhumanly thick and long tongue plunged into his mouth. It slid over his teeth and across his tongue before sliding down the young man's throat. Zane gulped at rather than gag on it out of instinct, feeling it plunge down his throat and into his stomach.

A wet, slick sound came as a long, thick, spaded tail separated from the back of Red's riding suit. The spade rolled its edges together, making a blunted spike before that whipped around Zane's waist, pulling him to the biker. As they touched, Red's cock started to pull out again, gushing thick silvery pearl colored cum across Zane's chest, soaking his shirt.

Zane squirmed and struggled, gagging despite himself on the tongue. As his muscles convulsed, Red withdrew his tongue, pulling it back into his fang filled mouth. He broke the kiss and looked at the human. Zane coughed and sputtered and panted in shock, though he was still held against the large muscled man.

"Fuck! What the... What the hell?!" Zane moaned, thought he heady and musky scent of the cum on his chest was already clouding his judgment.

"The suits, the bike, the riders... We're all one, one being." Red replied, "I was the first... I want you to be my mate." He whispered. Zane was wide eyed at that.

"But you don't know anything about me..." Zane whispered. Red reached up and began stroking Zane's goatee, an action that once more nearly brought him to his knees. Red stroked it with care and affection, mirroring the movements he had used on Zane's cock already.

"You always tried to be the good boy, doing what you were told, what was necessary, going above and beyond. You got through school easy and came to the real world... A world where that sort of thing wouldn't work anymore, where everyone is grinding down on one another - and not in the fun way." Red whispered, "You're lost, you're tired, you're bored. A life of monotony doesn't seem appealing. You feel like you are at the end of your life before you even began the rest of it."

"How did you know all that?" Zane whispered.

"I lived some of it, I can read the rest." Red whispered, "When did you start growing the goatee?" he asked. Zane blushed a little.

"When I lost my last job." Zane replied. Red grinned.

"I bet you wanted it a lot longer than that, a sign of your freedom, your uniqueness, a symbol that you aren't meant to be quashed." Red replied. Zane nodded, completely transfixed. Red nodded over at one of his drones. Zane turned his head and watched as they opened a side panel on one of their bikes and removed a new bike helmet. It was completely black with no seam separating the visor from the rest, giving no clue where one portion ended and the next began. The drone carried it over to Zane's Suzuki and rested it against the metal chassis.

With one touch, the helmet began to ripple. Bright yellow was absorbed up into the helmet, giving it almost caution stripe like lines... but it had left something behind as well. Liquid black began pouring over the bike, wrapping around the metal, expanding to insane volumes with incredible quickness. Zane and Red watched as the bike grew larger, longer, wider and more powerful. The sleek yellow v across the engine and under the seat expanded, the wheels grew larger and the engine quadrupled in size.

In moments the old Suzuki was a top of the line concept bike, touting features that no manufacturer on the planet indulged in. It was inviting, it was robust, it was beastly... and it seemed rather much for the short, lithe young man that had brought the bike this far out on the highway. Zane was breathing hard, looking at it and then back at Red. Red grinned softly, extending a hand. The drone handed him the black and yellow helmet.

"This is the rest of you, your other half... All you have to do to accept your new life is to put it on." Red whispered. Zane looked at it and then at the others, and finally back at the bikes. Even if it was the tainted beer he'd had, he could already feel it in his veins... The need for the open road, for this group, for this family, for this existence. He closed his eyes slowly before he nodded.

"I want it." Zane said. Red grinned at that and moved behind Zane, lifting the helmet above his head almost like a crown at a coronation. Red took a slow breath. He could feel the new symbiote's life in his hands. He had helped to forge it, but it had been a blank slate. It had gained some sentience from the young man's bike, but it was about to become its own entity, an equal to Enix. With a fang filled grin, Red brought it down on Zane's head.

The helmet came to rest over Zane, his dreads a bit cramped inside the helmet, his tuft of a brown goatee sticking out below the chin. Zane wasn't sure what to expect at first, but then there was the odd sensation of something melting over him like warm pudding. It soaked through his hair and ran over his scalp, dripped down his cheeks and across his forehead.

Red, too, was surprised that the helmet had locked cohesion. For a split second he was fearful it hadn't worked, but then he started to see the results. The black and yellow liquid slipped over Zane's skull, starting to send out yellow plastic shoots through the thick brown dreads. The cords entwined with the hair, zigging and zagging, braiding together. The liquid slipped down Zane's cheeks before it began to wrap around his throat, forming a black and yellow striped collar.

As the liquid flowed lower, it began to spread out and coat Zane more liberally. It slipped under his clothes and coated his shoulders, wrapped around his arms, and dipped down his collar bone. As the liquid encountered the goggles resting there, though, it hesitated. The liquid rippled before it coated them, reshaping and remolding the material, making it part of the symbiont before it continued on its way. Zane shivered as he felt the goo cover his nipples and cup his pectorals, but he felt even more surprised as his right arm moved on its own.

The movements at first were haphazard and awkward, the goo covering his arm moving it like a puppet, but as the black covered his palms and fingers, coating them like syrup before hardening into rubber and latex, Zane could feel what it wanted. He grabbed his goggles and lifted them upward, repositioning them back onto his face. As the goggles came around his eyes, Zane inhaled sharply.

The black from the center of his eyes spilled out, covering the orbs completely. His saliva darkened and the veins in his neck started to darken as well. The symbiont was penetrating his body, spreading into him - and it felt amazing. He could feel his motorcycle in his head, how playful and tough it was, and how much it loved being used. The feeling was infectious. Zane moaned again, his lips parting as his canine teeth stretched out into fangs. His moans grew louder as his cock raged to erection and his ass quivered with a need he had never known before.

Red was watching in shock, never having seen a conversion quite like this before. Zane panted hard, his ears stretching into slight points as his jacket all but exploded from his body. What was beneath appeared to be a riding jacket made of the finest Japanese materials, showing sleek and sharp yellow details on a black bodysuit. It gave Zane's body every compliment, showing off his sublime pecs and his subtle abdominal muscles, even showing the contour of the v tracing down into his pants... pants that were not long for this world.

The denim tore and stretched, fraying apart as rubber and leather clad legs emerged from beneath. The goo covered Zane's ass cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination before it began to slither, slide and pump into his body. As it worked up into his ass, Zane felt a moment of relief, but it was short lived. His achingly empty colon had been coated, but not properly filled. The suit continued its decline, covering his knees, his ankles, and finally his feet. It swept down over the heel and the toes, coating them before it began to grow thicker, taller, wider. At first Zane though tit was just the covering, but he could almost feel his bones reshaping. His feet stretched longer, his arch higher, his heels wider. The grew a full foot size, then another, then two.

Zane looked like quite the sight, standing there, moaning in his black and yellow riding outfit. He hissed, his fangs sharp and dripping with saliva, but the suit wasn't done with him yet. His modest six inch cock slowly started to separate from the suit itself, encased in a very wet, very lubed, very textured cock sheath. At first the shape was simplified and blunted, but it started to take on a more distinct appearance with each passing moment.

Red had been trying to hold back, but seeing his mate take shape before him was too much. The biker rammed into Zane, knocking him back toward his motorcycle before he pushed him over it. Red's aching dragon like cock shuddered as it was brought down. Red gave Zane's ass cheek a slight slap, feeling how tough the black material was before the pointed head of his cock started testing the new recruit's sphincter.

"Oh yes... Ride me... Ride me hard!" Zane called out, but he wasn't sure if it was the bike or him that wanted it so bad. He felt so horny, so empty, like a total slut. Red didn't need told twice and he soon plunged his rod into Zane's ass. Zane let out a beastial hiss, his back arching. Red grabbed onto the bike with one hand to steady himself, but the other wrapped around Zane's waist and once more grabbed onto his own manhood.

Zane nearly screamed in joy at the touch, not just because his senses were so heightened, but because almost at once he could feel Red's hand starting to reshape it. Red fell back into his pattern of thrusting, stroking forward and back, but each tug of the biker's hand caused the rod to stretch, to bloat, to fatten and grow. Zane's breathing fell into time with the thrusting and soon he was gazing down, watching his cock engorge. With just a few pumps it hit seven inches, then nine, then eleven.

As Zane's rubber coated biker cock passed a foot in length, it started to take on more details itself. It tapered to a point almost like a canine shaft, but it curved back more toward the shaft at the top of the back of his gland than it did the bottom. It took Zane a moment to figure out what it reminded him of, but it was like the barbed stinger of a wasp. That alone made Zane coo in pleasure.

With each thrust, Red made it deeper into his slut mate, feeling the hot walls contract and constrict around his shaft. He retracted his own helmet, revealing his human mouth as he leaned in to nip and bite at Zane's neck. His teeth came close to breaking the flesh, but the new symbiont was making its new host more resilient by the second. Red moaned and murmured with power, fucking the young man, knowing his life was changing forever. It was a powerful feeling.

A tightness blossomed across Zane's chest. At first he thought he suit was shrinking, but the truth was quite the opposite: He was growing. It started in his stomach at first as his rather flat tummy began to pop and bulge with abdominals. The changes spread in both directions, creeping up into his enlarging pectorals and down into the muscles around his shaft. His cock stood out more from his groin as a platform of strength built behind it, and tucked away inside the riding suit his balls were swelling as well.

Sweat beaded across Zane's forehead, strands of his braided dreads falling across his goggled face. Some of the baby fat melted away from his face, making it look leaner, but the muscles around his jaw thickened as well, making him look more masculine. He grunted and groaned, buffeting his hips back and forth between the dragon biker cock in his ass and the grip on his spiked cock, feeling as though he was in heaven... but the symbiont knew Zane better than he knew himself.

The brown hairs extending from his chin were firm, healthy, and strong... but not quite as strong as the synthetic materials the bike enjoyed. The follicles began to tingle, producing more hair cells at an accelerated rate, but they weren't alone. Strands of black and yellow began to emerge as well, growing out within the goatee. At first it made Zane's tuft look extra lush, but as it dropped down longer and longer, it was clear it was destined for more.

Synapses were firing all through Zane's brain, but new nerves were being connected. Throbs of pleasure came from Zane's chin, feeling almost like a second erection as the hair descended. It surged past four inches, then six, showing no signs of slowing. Just as with his hair, the artificial materials formed a braided lattice around the natural hair, almost like a pharaoh's goatee. Zane screamed out hard, feeling on the verge of coming.

Red was drooling from his fangs as he ravaged Zane's ass, fucking him hard and deep. Red roared in pleasure, feeling his cock stretch up through the boy, navigating its way around. Red had found his mate and it surprised him that so many things were different. Even the back of Zane's suit gave hint to his nature, a hexagonal pattern showing the outline of wings. Red groaned, his spaded tail emerging from his suit, swaying around behind him before the spade curled, the tail tightened, and soon Red let loose.

The hot flood of semen into his ass was the answer to the emptiness Zane had been sensing since his change began. His solid black eyes closed and he growled in bliss. His own ass quivered around the invading cock, but he still hadn't yet cum. Knowing his partner had to be on the edge, Red brought his hand off the boy's cock and up to his ten inch goatee. He wrapped his fingers around it, grabbed on, and gave it one good long stroke.

Zane roared out, his head tipped toward the sky as his cock began to spasm, unleashing pearly silver semen up in hot jets that arched out and splattered across the dusty ground. In seconds Zane came more than he had in a month combined, and for many more moments did he continue to pour. His cock sprayed out like a firehouse, though the substance inside was much more potent than what a hydrant held. The pleasure radiating from the two was enough to make the drones orgasm all by themselves, the four shuddering where they stood. They were linked toward a common purpose, a common goal, and their master had found another master. Their family had grown that much stronger.

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The sun had started to set, casting long rays of orange light across the landscape. After their longer than anticipated pit stop, the bikers were getting ready to set out again. The drones obediently waited for their masters to be ready, and Red couldn't take his eyes off of Zane. He was six foot two, a hundred and ninety pounds of muscle with wild hydra like dreads and a goatee of royalty. The two had shared almost every bit of information in their mating. They knew each other's hopes, dreams, fears, goals, and allegiances. Still, given all that, there was one thing that had not come to Red.

"So... What's its name? The new you?" Red asked. Zane glanced over at Red with a playful grin, settling into the comfortable seat of his reborn motorcycle. Zane reached up and brushed the collar on his throat and the rubber began to ripple before spreading out, climbing up Zane's throat, curving around his head and coating his face before closing back into a black and yellow motorcycle helmet. Rather than being perfectly round, there were a few swept angles and spikes on the back to give it a more dangerous appearance.

"Zenith... Now, we better get going. I'm sure Marcus will want an update about me." Zane said before kicking his bike into gear. An incredibly deep hum resonated out from the vehicle as it came to life before Zenith sped off forward. Inside his own helmet, Zenith's eyebrows rose in surprise that his slut would lead the pack. He kicked Enix into gear before he sped off after Zane, trying to close the gap between them. Behind the two, the four drones leaned down close to their bikes, feeling the engine resonate into their chests as they sped off into the sunset.