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“Go Pig or Go Home”

The police station was buzzing per usual, for a Friday morning the ringing of the phones that flooded the office were enough to drive even the most seasoned officers up a wall. The constant chattering and yammering, talking and laughing and even the various growls from criminals brought in against their wills, seated handcuffed across the wayward benches of the old, rundown station’s musty offices. They’d been promising to tear this old building down, relocate the department to a brand new, state-of-the-art facility across town that had better access to all the city’s amenities and the most modern technology available, but Frank was still waiting.

The man sat back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk as the low creaking of his office chair filled the room with its noise as he brought his hands back behind his head and stared at the ceiling. He ran his thumb and index fingers through the thick mustache on his face, pressing the hair down in an effort to keep it from sticking wildly out of control, but with little success. His fingers rounded his jaw, dragging the hair to its maximum length, almost meeting both ends of the mustache under his chin before finally letting go and letting out a long groan of exhaustion. It was the man’s lunch hour, after all; and he was grateful that he had his office all to himself, he’d closed the door and drew the blinds so he could get a few minutes rest. He’d been on since four, and now it was past noon. And there was no way he figured he’d be out before nine or ten o’clock that night. He just wasn’t that lucky.

“MYERS!”

The voice was so alarming all of a sudden, that Frank jumped. He felt the crack of his chair under him and with an erupting scream of surprise, he crashed loudly to the floor. He groaned in pain for several moments before he glanced up at the intercom light flashing on his desk. He staggered to his feet and pressed the button. “Goddamnfuck Chief. What? I’m on my lunch!”

“Sucks you don’t take your lunch somewhere I can’t bother you.”

“Right. Like the pits of hell.” He muttered.

“What?”

“N-nothing, chief. Nothing. What is it you want?”

The man on the other end of the line cleared his throat. “My office. Now.”

The pain of every step filled Frank with more stress as he trudged across the station toward the chief’s door. He was captain of his department, but the fact this man outranked him threw all his sense of entitlement out the window. As he approached the blinded door, he gave a knock.

“Come in.” He heard from the other side before opening the door and entering. Only to be met with the heavy odor of old cigars and what smelled like shoe leather. “Good for you to join us Captain.” He said.

“Us?”

Of course Frank saw the chief at his desk, his hands steepled in the vague shape of a triangle in front of his face; slender, almost skeletal fingers tapping along each other in a slow, methodical manner. His scrawny body barely seen through the overgrown, thick coat he wore. His pale gray face, sunken green eyes and round glasses that seemed almost too big for the rest of his features all made out the lines of Chief Marcus Plum. To the right of him, another figure caught Frank’s eye. This one slender but in a different way. A woman in a police uniform sat on the couch lining the side wall of the office, Her baby blue eyes looked at him, that long head of cinder red hair shimmered in the low lighting of the room, capturing his attention instantly. She drew her hair back, tying it into a ponytail to better cascade back behind her small shoulders. “This is your new partner; Sergeant Audrey Carmen.” He said shortly before clearing his throat loudly. “Top of her class at the academy, specializing in forensics and investigation, I thought she might make a standout pick for your team for the missing biker case.”

“Say what now?”

Audrey kicked her feet wide and stood up from the couch, dusting herself off, she approached Frank and extended a hand. “Hi. Glad to meet you...”

“You too.” Frank said, ignoring the gesture to look back at Plum. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Chief. All my men have worked for weeks on this case. We’re not going to let some...hot shot kid take a crack at a case that we’ve been unable to resolve in six months.”

“Eleven men and four women going missing in the last eight months, which means six happened while you’ve been working on the case, Captain I don’t think your methods...however rudimentary they are, are working here.” She said. “I think you could use a fresh pair of eyes on this case.”

“Okay. Look.” Frank said, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger. “I know that in the academy, they tell you that this kind of ...”spunk” is how you get by in the real world. But out here, that’s not gonna cut it sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?” She scoffed. “How old are you that you think you can get away with using such a derogatory term?”

“Look, you little--”

“I’d highly advise you to get along with her.” The chief snapped him back, Frank noticing the burning glare in his gaze as though he’d done something wrong. “She isn’t only a reputable cop by her own right; but her mother was a cop, and her mother’s mother was a cop. And her grandfather is the Chief of Police.” He said, straightening the slim crimson tie around his neck and making Frank freeze to his spot. “A chief that is very close to his retirement and hoping that his head Captain might be able to pull off this case before he himself becomes the Chief in his stead.” He said. “So please. Play nice with my Audrey, Captain Myers or so help me I will bust you down to Lieutenant so fast that California will think it’s being hit by an earthquake.”

The return to Frank’s office was quiet. While he tried his best to make a slow, dignified exit from Plum’s office, his newly assigned partner was full of bubbly laughs and the occasional snort from said laughs.

As they entered the room, Frank closed the door and turned to Audrey. “Look, I don’t exactly know what strings you pulled to get the chief to assign you to me, but let me get something straight; I don’t need a partner.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I came along. ‘Cause you could use one.” She said with a smile.

With a grumble of resignation, Frank slowly furled his coat from the back of his chair and onto his arm. “Look. I gotta go follow a lead. Feel free to...do whatever you do around the office and I’ll be sure to bring you back something pretty when I return.”

“Woah-ho!” She exclaimed pushing her hand against Frank’s chest and staring him in the eye. “I don’t know, Frank. You sounded a little sexist there.”

Frank glared putting on his coat, then extracting a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket. “Well, Sergeant Carmen. I’m an old man, if you hadn’t noticed. I put up with a lot of shit.” He said gruffly, looking at her again. “So I’m used to doleing it out.”

Despite his protestations, Audrey still followed Frank out of the office, to the elevator and one uncomfortable ride later, came out into the parking garage. As they approached an unmarked cruiser, she whistled, impressed at the sight. “You mean you drive a Cadillac around town on a cop’s budget?”

“Captain.” He cleared the distinction as he slid into the car. Audrey following him by getting into the passenger seat. “And it’s my car, I just got it registered as an official patrol car. Just without all the fancy mirrors and external lights.”

“How do you make it a cop car then?” She asked snarkily, to which he gestured at three light panels embedded in the dash under the windshield. “So where we going?”

“Baker Street.” He grunted as he turned the engine over, letting the car roar to life. As he pulled out he explained. “The last three disappearances happened around there, and it’s a rough neighborhood. The latest theory is some gang activity might be the reason for them and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”

“You mean we will. Partner.”

Frank ignored the positively upbeat attitude from Audrey and let a slow sizzle of air escape his nostrils as he pulled out and took off toward the garage’s exit.

“D. What are we still doing here? Haven’t you had enough fun?”

Julian said calmly a she sat next to Demarcus on the park bench he’d discovered him at. To them, the pair were a pair of naked fat and satisfied satyrs enjoying a brisk afternoon. But their human forms were seen by everyone else. Julian placed a hand warmly on the big satyr’s cheek and smiled wide. “Are you seriously going to entice more?”

“Hey. The soul wants what the soul wants. And you feel it too right? The song of the city crawling with people looking for a better life right?” He said with a shrug and a chuckle of amusement as their eyes met. “The song of the wild...”

“Right...” Julian said hesitantly. “But just be sure, you are risking a lot doing this. If humans found out--”

“Relax Jules.” He replied, gesturing dismissively with his hands. “How long have we been at this? Have we been caught yet?”

“Hey! Hey you!”

Demarcus and Julian looked to see two people approaching them; through the power of his flute, Demarcus had been able to step away from the wilds for long periods of time, but as Julian did not have that kind of power, he was merely a shade and remained invisible to the pair. “You were saying?” Julian asked before his visage faded from view, leaving Demarcus alone to face the approaching people. He looked them over, and figured immediately they were both cops, despite the fact the woman was the only one dressed in a uniform.

Demarcus stood up, his human form in full view; dark skin, hazel eyes. He wore a nice leather jacket and tee-shirt and jeans. Brushing his hair back, he realized he’d forgotten what it felt like to be this way and as the pair approached, a smile pressed to his lips. “Good afternoon officers.” He said politely, bringing his hands out so they were on full display. “Is there something I can do for you folks?”

Frank flashed his badge as they approached. “Captain Myers, city police department.” He said as he looked the man up and down. “Are you alone here...sir?”

“Well yeah I guess I am.” Demarcus shrugged. “What brings you out here today?”

“We’re investigating some crimes in the local area and thought we should ask you a few questions...”

Demarcus shrugged. “Well... I haven’t really heard of any crimes lately, please if you’d enlighten me...”

“Hey.” Frank snapped in frustration. “I’m the one asking you questions here.” He looked Demarcus over, turning him around to inspect his clothes. “Now, if you’d be kind enough to take me to your...crew or...cartel or whatever it is--”

“Frank.” Audrey whispered sharply.

“Wait...what exactly do you think I’m doing here?” Demarcus asked, taking a step back in surprise.

“I’ll be the one asking the questions. What gang are you part of here? Are you responsible for these kidnappings?” He aggressively brought his hand forward to grab Demarcus by the collar but the man ducked away from the grip.

“Yo. Officer, with all due respect, back the fuck up unless you’re convicting me of a crime, sir.”

“Ohhhh you people are always committing crimes, one way or another.”

“FRANK!” Audrey exclaimed even louder.

“Excuse me!? You people? What do you mean “You people”?”

Frank tried to grab at Demarcus again, but he deftly dodged the man, which only made the captain more agitated. “Hey hold still, punk or you’re going to get charged for resisting.”

“Hey! I might not be the smartest man here, but I do know my rights. What are you grabbing at me for? What cause do you have to approach me like this?”

“We’ve had several disappearances in the vicinity lately, kid. And frankly you being here is suspicious enough, but the fact you’re being so evasive...”

“Evasive?” Demarcus scoffed. “I’m the one being profiled here!”

“Myers. I think we need to go...” Audrey pleaded with Frank again, making him turn to look at her.

“Look you gotta get these guys out here before they end up in trouble themselves. Before they’re a real problem. The fact that he’s here where the last disappearances happen, that’s my cause of arrest here. You hear that, punk--?” Frank turned to see that Demarcus had vanished. In a moment of frustrated panic, he nearly dropped his badge to the ground in search for his sidearm. “WHERE the fuck did this man go?”

“Frank, Frank he’s just a kid--”

“You’re pretty green, Carmen.” Frank pointed out as he looked at her. “Can’t you see it? That “kid” and his friends are probably part of some gang that’s responsible for all these disappearances. Why else would he be fucking around in a park alone?”

“Uhm. Because that’s his right?”

“No.” Frank snapped. “It’s because people like him being alone is suspicious. Who knows what he was up to, who knows what would have happened if we hadn’t spotted him and chased him off. Our only hope now is to find this kid, and his gangbanger friends and take them all downtown.”

Audrey sighed in frustration, placing her hand on her face in utter embarrassment. “Frank. You’re jumping to conclusions. You can’t just...” Her tone shifted to an urgent whisper. “You can’t just profile a kid just because he’s a black kid in a nice neighborhood!”

“You see? You see what all this P.C. bullshit gets us? I’m shocked you can still sleep at night, Carmen.” He paused as their eyes locked for several seconds. “Bah...” He waved dismissively. “You just don’t understand. Go home if you want, I’m gonna catch that kid.” He turned and began to walk briskly down the sidewalk leading from the park.

Audrey stood there for several seconds. “Unbelievable...” She said before walking after him.

From a vantage point in the bushes a few yards away, Demarcus watched as the entire argument had transpired. Listening intently at the captain’s reasoning and unbridled anger clashing with the sergeant’s calmer and more empathetic demeanor. He felt this sudden urge of anger well up from within; “Frank” needed to be dealt with, but in a most demeaning and embarrassing fashion, and as he watched Audrey wrestle with her own frustrations, the idea came to him. As she walked away, he lifted his flute to his lips and began to play a rather jaunty and upbeat tune through the instrument. A cloud formed around the instrument, then a band of white fire ensnared the cloud, and as he opened his eyes he looked at Audrey and a burning bolt of white shot from the bushes, striking the back of Audrey’s neck.

“Ow!” She exclaimed, clapping her hand to the back of her neck. Demarcus watched as the white burn spot on the skin sizzled then vanished from view. She looked around for a few moments more, then after making sure nothing was on her, she continued after Frank at a jog to catch up to him, vanishing from sight.

“I’ve never worked my magic with a woman before...” Demarcus mused, a wickedly playful smile crossing his face as he shifted back into his satyr form. Using his magic, he summoned a spell to teleport him away. As he faded from sight he continued: “I look forward to seeing how this plays out...”

Audrey chased after Frank, only spotting him after running nearly a block. As she caught up she put her hand on his shoulder. “Frank! Dammit slow--” As her hand touched him, both of them jumped; as if a livewire had just connected the pair as a shock of pain radiated between the two of them and both collapsed to their knees. “Wh-what the hell was that?”

“What the fuck?”

Both of them spoke simultaneously, each on top of the other before they got back to their feet. “Look, you can’t do this.” She said urgently. “I mean what if he has nothing to do with this? You’re going to look pretty dumb to the department. Not to mention my grandpa...”

“Not the old “my grandpa’s the all-powerful police chief” gag...” He said.

Audrey crossed her arms. “What how many times have you heard that one?”

Frank looked down at her arms, only to see that her forearms not only looked slightly larger than they had before, but small hairs standing on end could be clearly visible against her otherwise finer skin. “Well... only once.” He said slowly, unable to take his eyes away. “And don’t we have regulations against excess...erm...body hair? Your forearms are pretty big, you should probably look into getting a long sleeved shirt for that uniform.”

For a moment, Audrey looked confused, then shook her head. “Look, Frank. The kid’s long gone, I suggest we return to our patrol here if you hope to actually catch whoever it is in the act?” Frank breathed through his nostrils and looked into her eyes; for a moment, a brief moment he felt dizzy and almost lost his footing, putting a hand on his head, he was surprised that Audrey reached out and grabbed him to steady him. “Are you all right?” She asked confused.

“I’m f-fine...” Frank said. “But maybe you’re right, maybe we should head back. But keep an eye out for the kid, will ya?”

Audrey was surprised as Frank walked past her, heading back toward the park they’d just left. She thought he would have put up more of a fight, or argued with her how important it was that they find the boy. But she shrugged just the same and the pair headed back together.

Hours passed, and there had been no signs of anyone in the area as the pair waited in Frank’s squad car for any possible suspects or any possible leads. The only thing he had noticed in that time was that the car had become more and more stiflingly hot the longer the pair sat in it. The two of them had ordered a dozen donuts, but by the time the sun was setting they had already ordered two more stacks and they had polished them off pretty quickly as well.

“Nothing.” He growled in frustration. “Hours after and there’s nothing going on, that kid had to be responsible.”

Audrey looked at Frank, her half-lidded tired eyes barely able to comprehend. “What do you mean?”

“He probably tipped off his gang buddies that we were here. This is a good for nothing stakeout and I--” There was a strange clattering in a distant alleyway that grabbed their attention and made Frank jump in his seat. He grabbed the flashlight next to him and quickly flashed it toward the alley, only to see a trashcan lid wobbling loudly to a halt on the concrete. “There...” He uttered in whispered horror as he quickly opened the door and got out of the car. “Did you see that?”

“See what? Come on Frank, get back in the car...”

“Stay there.”

Frank made his way toward the alley, pointing his flashlight at the opening as he slowly drew his weapon from his holster. Entering the alley, his foot nudged the can lid, causing it to scrape noisily across the ground as he shone his flashlight around him. As he made his way into the alley, he had a chill that enveloped him and as he continued to scan, that chill suddenly began to burn under his coat. He scratched his chest absently with his pistol hand and accedentally set off a shot that echoed through the alley, making him jump, then duck under his own ineptitude. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck...what is wrong with you Frank?”

The sound of music could be heard from a distance, as he turned his head to listen he began to wonder if this was where the gang was hiding out. Replacing the misfired bullet, he made his way toward the other end of the alley. As he made his way along the alley’s length, the music only got louder and louder until he reached the edge of a metal chain link fence, the other side of which he noticed an almost strobing flashing of blue and green lights. With a long deep breath and a slow move of caution, he turned the corner to peek around and through the fence.

Monsters. There were monsters on the other side of the fence. His mouth fell open in shock. There were all sorts of creatures here, some were dancing, others were sitting, some were even sprawled out across the ground in front of the music machine, unabashedly fucking each other. A massive bull overtaking a smaller--what looked to be a male rabbit. Not a stitch of clothing to be found on anything. As he scanned his eyes left, he spotted a pair of strange looking creatures by a bowl of red drink. Cavorting and laughing like they weren’t paying attention to what was going on, they looked like a pair of big--fat...satyrs? Their eyes flickered crimson as they passed across the light, barely noticing him on a glimpse, Frank dropped his flashlight, which clattered to the ground loudly; causing several of these debauchery-laden patrons to pause and look in his direction. “Oh...my god...” He whispered, barely audible as he slowly began to back away, only to bump into what felt like a pair of hands now grabbing his back. “Frank!” He heard a voice whisper, and unable to hold the anticipation in, Frank let out a bellowing scream as he whirled around.

Audrey screamed as he turned to face him, and for a moment they both screamed at each other, before she broke the panic. “FRANK! What the fuck? What’s wrong with you!?” She shouted. Her voice sounded strange to him, not feminine but maybe it was just his ears ringing giving that impression off.

“What are you doing?!” He huffed angrily.

“I heard a gunshot, you idiot.” She said sternly, grabbing his weapon from his still shaking hand. “What is going on?”

“There’s...there’s monsters!” Frank said gruffly as he turned toward the chain link fence behind him Right over...” He froze; the fence was gone, the open ground behind it was gone, all he could see now was a solid brick wall where he’d just been standing. “...there?”

“Frank.” Audrey’s voice still sounded strange and he turned back to her again.

This time, Audrey had changed. She was taller, fatter now and her eyes stared at him with a blank stare as though he were looking into the eyes of a farm animal, in particular they were the dark pools of a pig’s eyes. He screamed again and put his hands over his eyes; almost immediately, Audrey put her hands on his and pulled them down so he could look at her again. She was normal again; maybe a bit bigger than he thought she was, but she at least appeared human. His heart was racing now. “Oh my god, Frank! What’s going on?” She grunted as she pulled him close, putting his arm over her shoulder and she hoisted him to help walk him away. “That’s it. I’m taking you home. You don’t need to be out like this.” She said sternly.

The morning light was peering through the window, slipping in under the pillow covering Frank’s face. His bed sheets were wet underneath him, bringing a chill up his back when Frank realized he was sleeping naked, he jolted awake. “OH FUCK!” He screamed as he bolted upright, his heart pounding so hard that his chest was hurting. He put his hand on his chest to feel his heart and gave a slight sigh as he tried to relax himself, recognizing that he was in his bedroom. He put a hand on his face, his forehead was drenched in a cold sweat and it felt rather clammy. He scratched his chest, feeling suddenly itchy all over, and the sensation of coarse hair under his nails made him look down in confusion. “What...the?”

Frank’s white flesh was covered in a mat of thickening dark hair; short hairs that had coated his body. As he pulled his hand away and looked at himself, he could see that his flesh had darkened somewhat to a rather subtle pink coloring. He groaned as he put his hands onto his face again. “It’s another dream, it’s another dream...” He repeated to himself. But as his hands rolled over his scalp, there was another disturbing feeling; that of hair now falling through his fingers and sprinkling down over his face. As he opened his eyes he looked and saw that his hair was raining down from his head. He stopped and stared for a moment at the pile of hair on his bed. “Oh...my god?”

Frank threw himself from his bed; landing onto the ground with a loud, pained thud. His legs weren’t working properly anymore and as he staggered back to his feet, he noticed that they were heavier, or trying to balance his weight. Eventually getting upright again, he ran from his bedroom and into the hallway; he knew he was naked but his roommate would have to put up with it as he slammed through the house, crashing into walls falling off balance and staggering until he found his way to the bathroom. He threw the light on and looked at himself in the mirror. He screamed, but his voice came out with a high pitched whine. His face was distorted, his eyes were still their normal color, but his nose had grown in length and was pushed back and up, resembling the snout of a pig. As he pulled back his lips, he was shocked to discover that his teeth were growing again; the two tusks of his bottom teeth prominent and longer at almost three inches already. “Wh-what the fuck..what the fuck is happening to me?” He exclaimed in a panic. His hands brushed back his hair and more of it fell out, leaving room for a much shorter, balding mane of hair that made him still feel quite bald.

The only thing in place on his head now was his mustache, which hadn’t changed in color or size and was just perfectly proportioned with this new face he was looking at.

The doorbell rang, alarming Frank before he realized. “H-help...! Help!” He shouted as he ran from the bathroom, his feet felt slick on the hallway tiles and he fell forward as they slipped along the smooth surface. As he looked down he was shocked to see that his toes had somehow grown together, and with a painful growth, he could see thick black nails growing them together into a pair of cloven feet. He howled out in pain, grabbing his legs as they changed without any warning. He quickly rolled over onto his knees, he could feel his butt expanding now, as his hips thrust toward the ground, he could feel himself growing bigger, and thicker. He reached back and could feel the transformation taking place, his butt’s hair growing thicker as a pelt of red fur began to grow in the areas of skin where other hairs hadn’t already begun to sprout. “Help.....meeeee...” He shouted toward the door, but again there was only the sound of the doorbell. He managed to pull himself to his feet and he made his way through the living room, into the kitchen, then out toward the front hallway. He fell against the door, stumbling to release the locks and as he opened the door. Audrey was behind it, her hands were trembling, her uniform looking like her body was bubbling underneath it.

“Frank?” She asked in a look of confusion as she looked at her hand.

Audrey’s hand began to swell up, then with a crackling noise the wrist turned and popped over, her wrist growing further in length as she grabbed at the shirt of her uniform and ripped it back with a scream, revealing her naked torso underneath. Frank staggered back in shock and in horror as he watched her drop to her hands and feet. Her midsection began to grow from side to side, her body growing larger in size as the strange transformation began to create a ripple of dark fur that scattered down her spine and spread out, allowing a dark pelt to form on her body. She stood up on her knees, grabbing Frank’s hand. “Frank! Wha-what’s happening?” She asked, her eyes almost full of pleading tears as her hair either fell away or blended into the mane atop her head.

“I-I don’t know! I don’t know!” Frank replied as he tried to recoil in horror but couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Audrey stood on her knees, looking at Frank again as her breasts sank into her chest and then dipped down a bit, her body changing shape entirely as she grew too large for her trousers, and the fabric tore out from under her. To his shock, she had grown a large, thick cock that dangled down under her, shades of her pubic hair crawled up her abdomen a good portion of the way until her chest and torso looked clearly male. His face elongated and to his shock, Audrey watched as two thick tusks jutted out of his lower jaw. His butt was growing as well behind him, and a tail had appeared. “What... what is... wrong with me?” His voice was deeper now and resonant, and despite this, Frank couldn’t move. Suddenly, in a flash, everything changed.

“A-Audrey? He asked as the blinding light cleared and he could see again.

The pig was dressed in a tight, much too small police uniform, his large gut pushing against the seams of the fabric while his taller, muscular frame seemed to stress every other inch of his shirt and pants, which also had a distinctive bulge in it. He crossed his arms. “How many times do I gotta tell you, my name’s Axel...not Audrey. Where would you get a stupid name like that anyway, Frank?”

“Wha-what?!” Frank staggered back before the police uniformed brown boar thrust himself upon him.

“Frank! Frank calm down!” Axel exclaimed as he pushed Frank to the floor, pinning him down as he writhed around. “It’ll hurt less if you--Frank! Look into my eyes.”

Frank was compelled suddenly to look into Axel’s eyes; those blue deep pools staring at him had a strange, calming effect. “Calm yourself... feel the strength growing inside of you Frank...” He wasn’t sure where the voice was coming from, but felt the overwhelming urge to stop struggling and to listen. “Good... good boy Frank...” Axel’s voice sounded a little like Audrey’s, but his thick package pressed against Frank’s told him that this wasn’t Audrey...at least not the Audrey he...knew?

“Ah....” He gasped out as Axel’s thick fingers stroked his cheeks, as though he were being petted. His eyes provided a calm center and as he peered into Axel’s eyes he began to slowly recognize him. “A-Axel?” He pondered.

“That’s it, Frank...” His hands glided along Frank’s body, cupping his crevices as he drew closer to Frank’s face. His snout within inches of Frank’s now. “Do you remember where you are, Frankie?”

Frank felt his body growing under Axel’s bodyweight, the world was spinning overhead and all he could do was look in the other pig’s bright blue eyes. The sensations pulsing down his neck along his chest and torso down to his legs grew faster and faster. Looking down he could feel his stomach growing and he put his hands on it. It didn’t hurt, but it felt very strange. His legs trembled and all of a sudden Axel picked him up, the world around him got dark and in a snap, everything around him changed.

The music was pulsing through the floor under him as his hands and knees lay spread out on the floor, he felt his belly distended, most of his hair had been peeled away and only a scant remnant of a mane existed on top of his head. The rest of his body was covered in a dark reddish coat of hair; coarse fur that covered his body in spots, that was missing completely in others. Suddenly, a large pair of hands grabbed his ass, and he turned around to see Axel crouched behind him, his knees spread apart to lower himself to the level of Frank’s ass.

“A-Axel...” Frank whispered, but felt his throat choke as though he couldn’t speak. Before he could say anything else, the other hog buried his snout deep into his ass, making Frank flinch involuntarily. “Aw ffffuck!” He grabbed the floor under him with his fingers and his body jerked in response.

As he felt Axel’s tongue get deeper, Frank’s eyes rolled back some and he moaned. It had to be a trick of the light or something, but he could swear his ass was getting bigger the longer Axel worked on him. After a few minutes of this, he could feel a strange tingle at the base of his spine and slowly a tail began to wind itself out from his backside. It made a popping sensation, like his balls were being dropped and he let out a gasp of pleasure. He looked down under him to see that somewhere under his stomach, where his dick was, it had begun to leak. A drool of precum could be seen winding its way down toward the ground. As he gasped, his tail flicked and beaned Axel across the face. Axel grinned and laughed. “Well, I guess you’re ready for this then...”

Before Frank realized what was happening, Axel stood and dragged his thick, wet cock along Frank’s newly furry cheeks, only stopping the moment he caught that ring of flesh. Frank tried to object, but he couldn’t... he didn’t want to... or at least he didn’t think... “Ahh!” He gasped as he fell forward slightly bumping into the butt of something else that had settled in front of him. Looking up, he could see it was the hairy ass of one of the satyrs from before; his mystical green colored eyes flickered at him from far above as he took a single hand and separated his right buttock from the left, showing off the dark star within.

It was impossible for him to control himself, it was like the ass was calling him in. Almost eagerly, Frank suddenly thrust his face forward, pressing his entire snout and mouth deep into the cleft. The satyr laughed in delight as the man began to eat his hole out, pushing his tongue eagerly in and swirling it around in the muscle. His breath became loud against the satyr’s butt the fur tickling his face the harder he thrust it inward. “Oh, fuck yes... ‘atta boy Frank...” The satyr moaned in delight, crouching further down on his haunches, pushing his butt harder against the pig’s face, putting his hand on the back of Frank’s head to push him even harder. Frank had never experienced something like this before; it was hypnotic, almost inconceivable how he suddenly liked rimming another man’s ass hole. He shook his head, burrowing his face into the flesh with so much intensity that he didn’t realize exactly how close he was getting to his climax.

Axel fucked Frank with a thick, can-sized cock, their balls knocked together again and again. The hog’s spit acting like a lube to entice him to fuck deeper and harder. Axel put a hand on Frank’s shoulder and dug his cloven feet down, thrusting harder and harder. He bit his lip and pressed his tongue through his lips afterward. He growled and huffed, the throbbing within Frank’s ass growing wider, and thicker and more intense until suddenly.

“NNNHHHHH Yeahhhhhh!” Axel let out a long winded moan as a sudden flood of heat radiated through Frank’s body. Frank, whose face was buried in the satyr’s ass let out a muffled cry as he too began to cum, thick heavy sheets of cum all over the ground.

As their bodies crashed together, the satyr too began to unleash a pungent, thick aroma of sex as he came, shooting his cum downward into the ground, where it hit like a water spout with its hard impacting splash. After a time, he finally stood, releasing Frank from the confines of his clenched ass. “I gotta tell ya Frank.” He said lewdly as he turned around with a wicked grin on his face. “I didn’t figure you had it in you.”

“That voice...” Frank thought to himself as he looked up at the satyr, who crouched down, his face mere inches from the man before giving him a passionate, toe-curling kiss. As the kiss broke, another man’s face was in his own. The young man he’d seen earlier, at the park with Audrey... “Y-you?”

“And the name...is Demarcus.” He whispered before in a quick flash his face returned to the satyr’s visage. And just like that, he was gone...

It had been three days since Frank Myers had gone missing; Chief Plum sighed through his nostrils, reading the “MISSING” poster with Frank’s police photo printed on it, a solemn look on his face that one of his best men had seemingly been abducted or had disappeared like the men and women he’d been looking for. The office door opened and an officer entered the room, looking a little confused.

“Baker. What do you want?” He asked angrily. “Can’t you see I’m a little busy?”

“S-sorry, Chief! I just had to ask a quick question, it’s about your granddaughter who was here the other day...”

“Granddaughter?” Plum asked curiously. “I...don’t have a granddaughter...”

Meanwhile, outside, a large built man wearing a trenchcoat and a hat that barely covered a pair of impossibly large ears looked up at the office window and lit a cigarette before placing his hands into his pockets and walking off; vanishing before even being noticed.

The room he appeared into was similar to the one they had encountered before and as Axel approached the pig pile in the center of the room, he quickly discarded the cigarette, the coat, the hat and approached the man at the center of it all. Three pigs were on him at the moment; a larger reddish-colored beast like him was fucking him hard, making him squeal and bounce forward with every hard thrust while the second one, with a much grayer tone of coloring helped to complete the spitroast, jamming his massive porcine cock deep into Frank’s mouth. As Axel stripped down, he crouched down and inhaled the beastly pig, pressing his snout to the man’s face and then kissing him, despite the fact there was a cock in between them.

“Mmm now that’s more like it.”

The music playing filled the room and the pigs fucking Frank were timing themselves almost to the beat of it. As Axel stepped around behind Frank and pressed his cock alongside the other pig, he pushed inward with a triumphant howl of pleasure.

Frank huffed and grunted under them, the sheer power between their thrusts causing his body to bounce wildly, his manly chest bouncing with every thrust as Axel’s added enthusiasm caused his own cock to start leaking again. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...” He repeated like a mantra as one of the other pigs in the room grabbed him by the chin and thrust his tongue down Frank’s throat. Deeper and deeper he thrust, until the nasty sounds of his gullet could be heard wetly slopping throughout the room. His eyes rolled back and he let out a tiriumphant cheer of pleasure. “That’s it, Frank. Ahhh fuck yes that’s it!” He growled before grabbing the back of Frank’s head and plunging himself deeper and deer in.

From behind both Axel and their other partner were too busy fucking him to notice the sudden lineup. Before they could say anything, however they made eye contact. Axel would definitely need to put this into their work interviews, his tongue flicked across his teeth as he grinned at Frank, leaning forward, and capturing his face. “You see Frankie? They didn’t mean any harm. Everyone here just wanted the freedom, and Demarcus just gave it to them...they gave it to you too, right?” He grinned.

Frank didn’t respond, he simply felt lured to look at the pair of cocks on his other side and almost ravenously grabbed each of them with his hands, pulling them into his loud, moaning heated and passionate mouth. He tasted their precum and somehow that enhanced the smell pouring through his throat. Axel chuckled in delight, slapping a hand across Franks’ new, large backside as he continued to fuck him. As they began to lose themselves into the lust, Axel began to call other beasts over, werewolves, orcs, satyrs, even goblins that had just entered the room. As they began to gather around, from the distance Demarcus smiled with a wicked glee. As his cock twitched, he watched them intently, biting his lips in anticipation. “Oh we’ll have some more fun here soon Frank” His voice deepend. “I.... promise.”

THE END?