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Emmett opened the door to his apartment with a contented sigh, letting the cool night breeze rush against his fur one last time before shutting the door with a heavy click. Never had he known the comfort of the wind against his bare ass cheeks until that night: he'd made any passersby oblivious to his very existence while he walked home, and he'd taken advantage of that by tossing his pants and strolling through the streets in just his tented thong.

He'd made the passersby oblivious, he realized. Not Red. Emmett quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts from his pile of clothes next to the couch and glanced towards his jock friend. Red was quiet and focused on his strategy shooter. There was no chance he'd turned around to see him half-dressed coming in. The only hint that Red was even aware of his presence were his perked ears and swishing tail.

The dingo made his way to his chaise, perching on the edge as he stared at Red, who was dressed in his typical lounging outfit of a tank top and cargo shorts. Thoughts and possibilities swirled through his mind as he mulled what to do with his longtime crush. There were so many options he could take. Slow burn, or quick and dirty? Should he break him completely and make him a glorified toy, like Verne? That was fun, but it meant the entertainment value in ruining his life was short lived. Half as long, twice as bright and such. On the other hand, how much of Red should there be left after he was done?

"...hey Emmett." Red finally acknowledged Emmett's presence, jerking the dingo out of his rumination. Emmett glanced up to see a victory screen on the monitor. Of course he won. Red could demolish anyone at any game, given half a chance to practice. It was one of the things he liked about him.

"Hey Red! How ya doin? You winning tonight?" Emmett lounged on the chaise with a slight smile. These were one of the few moments he genuinely enjoyed with his friend. Emmett and Red could shoot the shit about games for hours, especially late at night. There was no Verne around to muck up the dynamic either.

Alas. Judging by the look on Red's face as he turned in his chair, tonight was not to be a chill, relaxing hangout. The normally jovial maned wolf looked tired. "Yeah, more or less. Thinking about heading to my main gaming rig for the night, wanna play some stuff Ol' Reliable out here just can't handle anymore." He patted the computer case on the floor. It had been Red's since before college, and it had long since fallen into obsolescence for gaming purposes. The only reason Red even used it was to hang out in the common room, to be more social and spend time with his friends.

Red stood up and stretched, popping his back out before bending down and giving Emmett an up close view of his firm, meaty ass. Emmett's cock twitched, but he closed his eyes and forced himself to wait. With Red in some kind of mood and the gift of this brilliant view, the dingo normally would have let the jock get back to his games and tried to rub one out in the living room. Today, however, he knew he could push his luck. After all, he could rig the game.

"Mind if I come watch?" Emmett asked brightly. "I've been thinking about picking up a few games, the ones you play look so complex that I wanna learn them. You're so smart, the way you can carry your team like you do."

"Pick up some games?" Red shot Emmett a sidelong glance before lumbering into his room. "I thought you didn't have any money. Anyways, come hang out I guess. Probably won't be up for much conversation, but y'know. Always nice to be around you."

Somehow, Red's words sounded forced. Even the maned wolf had his limits, and Emmett had been pushing against them for ages.

Emmett followed Red into his room and plopped down on his bed. The familiar vaguely-musky scent of his room washed over the dingo, and he took a moment just to revel in it. Red came home sweaty from work most of the time, and he never showered before just plopping in his bed and passing out for the night. The repeated sweat soakings gave a permanent stench to the place.

While Red booted up his rig, Emmet laid back and relaxed. If he had to choose any room to call his own - and very soon, he'd be able to - he would choose this one. It wasn't just because it had the only window in the apartment that got natural light throughout most of the day. It was the vibes it gave off, the way it unmistakably reflected Red's kind, chill nature.

Every time he came in, his heart used to skip a beat as he imagined sleeping with Red on his bed, though it was only an XL Twin. Posters for metal bands decorated the wall like this were the wolf's childhood room from the 90s, and it had given him so many ideas for the perfect gift. Every year, Red's birthday came, and every year, Emmett got him the perfect gift. Tickets to Led Zeppelin when they toured, signed merch and authentic vinyls.

"You know you're the only person I ever got presents for?" Emmett broke the silence.

Red grunted a bit and nodded. "Yeah, and I appreciate it. You always got me the perfect things. Probably won't be doing that for a while, huh? Bank of Mom and Dad is closed."

Emmett's eyes narrowed, but he forced himself to nod. "Yeah, I guess..."

He traced his finger down Red's soft, fluffy blanket. It was far too comfortable for the masculine stud that Red was, but Verne got it for his birthday last year, and he hadn't slept without it since. There was a strange mismatch between the muscular, rugged jock the maned wolf looked and smelled like, and the soft, kind, caring teddy bear he was inside. He was so friendly that nearly the whole town knew him in some way.

That kind of mismatch frustrated Emmett to the core. It felt like a lie. Unintentional or not, a person's personality outside should match how it is inside. It was that lie that made Emmett fall in love with Red in the first place, and now he had to lust and love someone who looked like a stud, but acted like a simp. Acted like Verne.

Maybe that was why he slept with Verne's blanket all the damn time. Maybe he liked Verne more than he liked him. Emmett sneered a bit at the thought. He would never understand the weakness that would make someone actually enjoy being in the bookworm's presence. At the very least he'd already fixed that train wreck.

His eyes wandered to Red's bass, sitting in the corner. It was signed and even used in concert. The finish gleamed under the soft light from Red's desk lamp, betraying a very light layer of dust gathered on its surface. How long did it take for things to get dusty?

"Hey, Red." Emmett broke the silence again. Red waited a moment to respond, making sure to finish up a firefight before sliding his headphone off his right ear.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Do you still play that bass I got you? I know you said you wanted to learn it."

"Oh, well yeah, of course. I mean I haven't in a little while, work's gotten busy."

The dingo pursed his lips. A likely story. "You sure it isn't because Verne doesn't like how loud it can get when he's sleeping?"

The jock let out a sigh of exasperation that made Emmett's ears burn. "Emmett, my guy, it's common sense not to blast my bass while he's trying to sleep. Verne works very hard at his job, and the long hours exhaust him like mine exhaust me. It's literally no problem at all to just keep practicing during normal waking hours."

Emmett rolled his eyes. "You don't seem to mind waking me up with it."

Red had to take a moment before replying. "Emmett, I can't help that you're asleep at four in the afternoon. Some time after ten, it gets a little ridiculous to be as quiet as possible for you. Especially since you live in our living room! You know, the other day, Verne told me..."

He trailed off. "Wait. Where's Verne? Wasn't he supposed to come back with you?"

Emmett snickered to think about what his toy was up to. "Oh, he went shopping. He'll be back in a while I'm sure." Technically, it wasn't a lie.

Red's eyes flashed. He swiveled around in his chair and folded his arms. "Emmett." He practically growled it. "That man does all your laundry, buys you food, carries your burden here at home, and doesn't even make you pay rent. You can't even shop with him? Just this once?"

"I dunno what you want from me, he's the one who sent me home." Emmett rolled his eyes. "It's not like he wants me there anyways, I don't know what the hell we buy, and I'm not paying anyways. It's literally just a waste of my time." He grinned a bit. "Besides, we both know Verne can use the workout. Get some muscles on those skinny arms, just like you big guy."

Usually a compliment like that would distract Red from whatever righteous screed he was about to embark on, but this time, it seemed to incense him. His eyes flashed, and for a moment Emmett thought he'd finally get to see the real beast in Red break out. He leaned forward in anticipation. Maybe he wouldn't need as much magic as he'd think to break him?

Moments ticked by like drums as Red glared Emmett down. The anger in his eyes grew and grew until they reached a fiery crescendo, ready to burst, and-!

The maned wolf closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. When he opened them again, the fire was gone. Red just gave Emmett a tired smile and a slow shake of the head.

"Emmett, you know I like you. We've known each other for a while, right? And there's been, like, a running theme in our lives. Every time you blink you seem to lose people. And me? Well, you know me... every time I've gone through a rough patch, there's always been someone there to help me out. And do you know why?"

Red leaned forward. "It's because I make friends." He leaned back again, as if his point was made, but to Emmett's irritation he continued anyways. "I don't mean you don't have friends - you have me, and you have Verne - but you never show any consideration for them. You don't think about how they might feel, see things from their perspective, or ever really get out of your own needs and wants."

Was the big jock really going to get off on lecturing him like this? Emmett scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't need a lecture. I know what I'm doing with friends. I think about you all the time! Didn't we just talk about all the gifts I get for your birthday?"

Red's face fell a bit. He really wasn't getting it. "Yeah, and I appreciate every gift you get me, Em. But you only ever get me gifts, never Verne, never anyone else. You don't think about what either of us might be feeling, you don't go out of your way to help us out or do anything nice - aside from my birthday gifts. You go through life without compassion for others, and if you keep on this path, you're going to end up friendless."

"Friendless?" Emmett's heart genuinely skipped a beat. Was all his hard work keeping in Red's good graces about to come tumbling down, all over him fake-ditching Verne at the store? What a stupid way to lose, and yet utterly predictable from a softie like Red. Thank God - or Eros - that he'd gotten his powers when he did. "It doesn't matter what happens with me and Verne, I'll always have you."

"I mean..." Red grimaced. "I'm always gonna be here for ya, man, I really am... but you don't make it easy sometimes, y'know? The way you treat Verne even gets on my nerves, and I know he's stressed because you don't pay rent."

Emmett shrugged. "Maybe. But you'll stick by me."

Another exhausted sigh. "Look man, I'mma be honest...Verne's been my friend a lot longer than you've been. I've known him since we were kids, I've always kinda been his big brother. I'll always support you the best I can, but at some point, if you mistreat Verne too much, there isn't a lot I can do."

This was an interesting turn of events. The way Red spoke, it was as if he didn't know about the new Verne, the one who had always been a shit slut. Red still had his memories of the nice, clean, book addicted dork that Verne used to be. Or never was? His power was nigh unlimited, but exactly how it interacted with reality was something he had to figure out in more detail. For now, he knew just what to do to fix Red's thoughts.

"You know Verne's a fat, pathetic shit slut. Are you sure that's your relationship with him? Brothers with something like him?" As Emmett spoke the words, it became true: Red knew Verne's a fat, pathetic shit slut, and he'd known for quite a while. His face screwed up as his old reality washed away and the new one fell into place. The dingo couldn't help but grin - not even Red would care much about the pathetic embarrassment that was Verne.

Red grimaced, and Emmett's grin grew wider. Of course Red didn't like Verne anymore. But then the stupid maned wolf opened his mouth and put those delusions to rest.

"Yeah man, I know Verne has his... problems. Really used to be a smart kid, top of his class, loved to write. Something snapped in him at some point... he gained a lot of weight, started smelling, acting dumber and dumber. And I got worried. So we talked, and he told me about his... unique addiction."

"I got to admit, it's really difficult to deal with. I love the man like a brother, and to see him fall so far from who he used to be, it... it hurts. But I'm still here for him, no matter what, and always will be. I helped him stay on track in high school, I helped him push through college... even got him his job at the bookstore. He's doing great, and I'm proud of him no matter what. He even wrote a book of poetry and I went to a lot of trouble to get it bound for him. I love him, man."

Jesus fuck. Emmett's face darkened as he snarled under his breath. Even in this reality, Red was insufferably kind! What kind of jock would go through all that trouble for a fat, dumb, stinky piece of trash? Didn't he know Verne was just a perverted toy?

"Oh man, bud I... I'm sorry I was harsh man, but I gotta say it." Red laid a hand on Emmett's shoulder. A brief look of confusion flitted over the dingo, but he quickly caught on: Red thought Emmett was crying, not snarling. He took advantage of the confusion by turning away and faking a quiet sob.

"Man... look, we've been through a lot too. We both helped each other when we dropped out of college, right? You were there when I told my parents, and I was there when you told yours. Yours took it a lot harder... but we kinda went through the same thing, right? And I've always been here to help you through your struggles.

Red sighed. "I guess what I'm saying is... you know how I helped you? And you know how you helped me that one time, you came with me to my parent's? You just need to do that. And it'll be alright. I'll help you learn how."

"Alright, bud?"

Emmett couldn't look Red in the eye, else his fake crying would be exposed. He just nodded instead, curling up a bit and sniffling. "...yeah, alright."

"Alright." Red nodded and sat back. The two sat in silence for a few moments. Finally he swiveled toward his computer. "Feel free to hang here as long as you want. I gotta get back to it. Good talk, buddy."

As Red settled into a world of strategy and shooting, Emmett seethed on the bed. How could Red be so fucking oblivious to reality? Why couldn't he see what Emmett saw? Verne was a broken, disgusting, pathetic individual. Someone who would never amount to anything. Emmett saw to it very, very thoroughly that this was the plain truth in this reality, and yet all Red could think about was how much he loved him like a brother, how he had potential. He saw him as an actual person, someone who deserves kindness and care beyond what his worth as a person. Worse yet, he thought Verne's worth as a person was more than the fat, dumb shit slut he had become!

Emmett balled his fists and gritted his teeth in frustration. It made his blood boil - with rage or envy, he didn't know exactly which. He wanted to ruin Red's damnable empathy and care for other people so that he'd see the world like him, through his eyes; cold, calculating, and realistic. It was impressive how Red could be so caring when others couldn't even bring themselves to try, but that was a tenacity that Emmett believed much better focused on other subjects.

He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Thankfully, he didn't have to deal with Red's perverted, pathetic kindness for much longer. For the first time in his life he didn't have to dance around the kindness and feelings of others. For once, he was the one in charge.

Red was so focused on his game, he didn't notice as Emmett crept up behind him. The dingo pulled back Red's headphones from one ear, but before the maned wolf could react, he whispered "You think you're alone. You don't notice anything that I do consciously, but you can hear everything I say, even with the headphones on."

He let the headphone snap back at Red's ears, causing the wolf to jump a bit. "Oh uh, I think my headphones just slipped a bit, I didn't expect it," he explained to his concerned teammates. "Don't worry. We're doing great guys! Just one more push and we're sure to win!"

Emmett giggled a bit, listening to his roommate. Almost as much as his kindness, Red's innate brilliance at video games frustrated him. Especially since he was the least toxic player on the internet: voice chat was for screaming at others, not for coordinating assaults and encouraging the shitty players on the team. It was right that this was the first thing to go. It wasn't fair Red was so talented.

"Alright Red, let's get started. Keep playing without noticing me, but everything I do will affect you. You'll have no idea what's distracting you, but it'll happen anyway. Understood?"

Red nodded slightly, eyes still glued to the screen. Emmett grinned -- this was going to be fun. Having lived with them for a while now, he had noticed that Red never swore unless incredibly frustrated. That alone would be enough to make Emmett satisfied. He'd keep going of course - there was a lot of good to ruin in Red - but there was something about seeing the untainted Red swear that made his cock twitch.

The first thing he did was to lay on his back and prop his musky, sweaty feet against Red's cheeks. The maned wolf just grunted at first, barely noticing the wet, greasy presence against his skin, but as Emmett ground his gritty, filthy feet against Red's fur, the scent started to get to him. His eyes watered and he coughed.

He flinched a bit, evidently from something a teammate was saying. Emmett glanced at the screen to see Red flubbing up easy sniper shots, alerting the enemy team to their location. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's up with my aim tonight. My eyes are just watery, I guess." Red sounded confused as he apologized. Was this the first time Red had ever had to apologize for skill issues? Was it the first time he was bad enough to experience team toxicity directed towards him?

The thought made Emmett's heart skip a beat. It served that fucking boyscout right for being so good at games. The dingo pulled his feet from Red's cheeks, giving him a brief moment of respite. To his credit, once his eyes cleared up, Red's aim and gameplay improved drastically. Unfortunately for him, Emmett soon did one worse: he clambered onto Red's chest and straddled his keyboard, lowering his ass and hovering it inches from Red's face.

That alone was enough to make Red growl a bit in frustration. His teammates started yelling at him as he started shooting at nothing, bumping into walls and generally acting like he was a bot. It wasn't that Red was trying to fuck up, he just couldn't see through Emmett's thick ass: his mind supplied a fake vision of the game, one in which he was doing just as well as ever. Why were his teammates yelling at him for missing when he could see he obviously landed that headshot?

Emmett laughed silently as Red grew more and more agitated. He had a few other things he'd wanted to try, but this seemed to be the best way to go about fucking with his friend: with the utter disconnect between what Red was 'seeing' and what he was actually doing, Emmett got to emphasize the frustration of Red's utter confusion. If his eyes were watering and he were missing from that, the boyscout could apologize and realize that the fuckups were his fault. But this? Red was obviously capping bitches and taking points, what the fuck were his teammates talking about?

The grumblings and frustrated growls grew as the match stretched on. They were so close to winning, but thanks to Red's incompetence, the opposing team were pushing back. Point after point fell because Red wasn't there defending them, but from Red's perspective, he was desperately throwing up a perfect defense while his teammates flubbed up kill after kill.

"I don't know what you guys mean!" he protested for the umpteenth time. "I'm killing the fuckers, what the hell else do you want me to do?"

Emmett let out a quiet groan of pleasure. The satisfaction of forcing Red to curse while fully in control of himself was almost erotic in nature. Now that he got that victory, though, the real fun could begin.

He pulled down his shorts and pressed his asshole directly against Red's nose. The wolf started to gag and retch as his eyes watered, but he didn't make any move to pull away. After all, why would he? As far as he knew, there was just this random bad smell in the room.

The natural pheromones in Emmett's scent began its work, and Red's hefty cock slowly started to swell in his cargo shorts. A distracted Red adjusted his tent and continued on gaming, not questioning the sudden arousal. Purely from Emmett's preference, his cock and balls also grew larger the more aroused he got, and soon enough his package strained his shorts to the point of discomfort.

"There we go," Emmett teased the unhearing Red. "Now your primal instincts are starting to come out." As he said it, it immediately became true: Red started to growl a bit more aggressively, talk back to his teammates with more of an edge in his voice.

He dismounted the desk, allowing Red to see for a moment only to drape his wet, half-hard cock across Red's nose. Here the pheromones were even stronger, and soon the buttons popped on Red's shorts from the sheer size of his growing package.

"Jesus fuck," Red spat. "I can't believe you all are so fucking blind. I'm kicking ass! It's you guys who are dragging the team down." He could see better with just Emmett's cock hanging in the way, but by no means could he see well enough to perform.

"There we go, Red," Emmett whispered. "Good, get more frustrated. Blame every mistake on them. In fact... the more you fuck up, the nastier you get to your opponents and even your teammates. Don't just be mean, be dirty. Especially towards anyone on your team you actually know. You want them to associate the filth in your mouth with who you are."

The effect was immediate. "All of you need to shut the fuck up," Red snarled. "If you're this incompetent, I'll just have to take care of this myself. You fucking cock suckers are going to lose us the match!"

"Good boy," Emmett whispered again. "Keep going, get angrier. Get personal."

Red's snarls grew louder as he began to truly lean into his newfound disdain for everyone he played with. "You're all fuckin' useless," he rasped. "Wait 'til I'm off mic, I'm gonna rape you for what you just did. I swear to God, I'm gonna make you my cumdump, and I'm gonna make you want to be my cumdump!"

He leaned forward and practically chewed the mic, his voice fresh and new as he got into the flow. He'd never said so many filthy, mean things before, and his mind was brimming with angry, aggressive thoughts. The longer he huffed Emmett's noxious pheromones, the more twisted his insults became. His shorts started to rip and tear from his sheer heft, and his tongue flopped out as he began to pant into the mic.

"I dunno the fuck you're talking about, slut. I ain't no mic-breather."

Emmett edged in for the kill. He slid his musky cock off of Red's snout and slowly began to push the head against Red's nose. The musk was almost unbearable, and the wolf began to retch directly into the mic between pants. His eyes glazed over, his performance grew even worse, and he even started doing short little thrusts into the air. His balls slapped against his chair with every hump, yet another thing to puzzle his poor teammates.

Emmett suddenly got a nasty idea. He stepped in front of Red and slowly pushed into his nose. Red groaned and his eyes fluttered, but he didn't miss a beat at his game - not that he was doing well anyways. Emmett groaned and panted, but kept his wits about him: this was it. This was fucking it.

His cock throbbed, and with each pulse his shaft slid further in, until finally Red groaned and innocently sneezed, completely enveloping Emmett's 8" shaft in a tight, warm tunnel. The dingo groaned as he experienced quite possibly the best thing he'd felt on his cock for years, if not his whole life. The warm, wet, fleshy sensation of his crush's nasal cavity was nothing like his hand. It was almost like his nose was a pussy, and the perverse pleasure of it was impossible to fully describe. Even though he didn't usually top, this was different. This was a complete violation of Red's body, the inner sanctum of his head and his mind.

"Fuck yes!" he howled. "Red, you fucking slut! I can't believe this is how I finally get to fuck you for the first time!"

Emmett lost himself to the pleasure of Red's hole. While the dingo furiously fucked the wolf's fleshy nosehole, Red himself was barely able to keep it together. Emmett used a free hand to finger the unused nostril, letting Red's breathing encourage deeper and deeper penetration. The programming to not notice Emmett was absolute, but it was also incredibly difficult not to react to someone blowing your nostrils open with their cock and fingers. Red twitched and groaned, gargling sometimes after Emmett poked directly into his brain, but his mind couldn't comprehend why he was doing what he was doing.

Concerned voices filtered over Red's headset. "Red, you okay man?" Emmett heard one ask. It was sweet, really. Even after how nasty and lewd Red had been the last few rounds, his teammates were still concerned about him.

"Fuck off," Red snarled in an almost humorously nasally tone. "I'm fine, I'm doing fine. You're fucking one to talk, Gilchrist! You and Kovu are at the bottom of the fucking team. It's fucking embarrassing!"

He kept fucking the wolf's nostrils as he mouthed off to his teammates, keeping his thrusts rough, short and passionate. Every other thrust poked into Red's brain, sending his body twitching and maw gargling, but there was no concern in Emmett's mind about how this might be affecting his friend. After all, he could fix any damage done.

Every plunge into Red's tight nostrils brought Emmett closer to the edge, and he could feel cum bubbling up in his balls. The temptation to just cum directly in Red's brain was tempting - what would cum do, directly soaking a brain? - but the dingo pulled out just before he exploded. Pleasure shot up and down his straining cock, aching to be released, but Emmett just panted and fell back onto the bed.

Cumming this early wouldn't do. He had to stretch this moment out as long as he could. Verne was just a cheap blow, so it didn't matter that it didn't last. Red was special, and Emmett was going to act like he was.

Without Emmett's interference, Red once again was able to concentrate on his game. His left nostril gaped, drooling precum onto his lips, and he held his head at a weird angle. His maw hung open too, tongue lolling out and drooling onto his chest. This wasn't just him being horny: every time he spoke, his tongue stayed dangling over his jaw, making him sound almost like a disturbed faggot with the muffled and wet splutterings he managed to get out. His teammates couldn't understand him half the time, increasing his frustrations and decreasing his understandability.

"Christ," Emmett whispered. "This is more than I ever dreamed of. This is perfect."

He spent a while on the bed, eyes closed as he recovered. Soon his breathing returned to normal, his cock softened slightly, and he propped himself up on his elbow. A few games had passed, and Red was back to doing about as well as usual. What had not gone back to normal, however, was his foul mouth and acid words.

Emmett smirked. This was closer to the type of gamer Red was supposed to be. Toxic, angry, and not afraid to let it show. If he was calm and laid back while gaming, was he even enjoying it? His rig, of course, no longer fit Red's personality.

He had an understated computer, one fitting his previous gamer persona. A simple black box for a case, a single monitor, and a regular keyboard and mouse, wired to the back of his pc. A Spotify track of chillhop beats droned in the background, providing a stark contrast to Red's snarls and screaming. That simply didn't fit the proper gaming chad that Red was turning into. But what kind of rig would a toxic faggot even run?

Definitely more monitors, top of the line. RGB everywhere... but Red already had the latest parts. What else could he really change?

Emmett slid off the bed and paced slowly in front of the desk and Red while he considered. Slowly a theme built up in his mind: Red's most annoying characteristic was how reserved he was about sexuality and sex in general. He dressed relatively modestly compared to his body shape, he looked away at people kissing in public, and he never, ever talked about his latest fucks. Hell, he didn't even look like he fucked men!

That last part, that would change soon enough. For now, the computer would have to do. Emmett waved his hands, and the changes slowly morphed into place. With a bit of flourish, Red's gel mousepad grew and morphed into a big-balled tanuki, with his wrist resting on the tactile cleft of the large scrotum. One monitor became two, and then three: the middle monitor had his game, and the left monitor had some social media up. The right monitor had four different windows playing hardcore porn, all of their audio up high. The schlap-schlap of cocks and balls overwhelmed the game's own audio, making it harder for Red to hear... and making him even angrier.

The case crackled as the metal morphed and changed from a slim, respectable black case to an oversized RGB monstrosity, taking up four times the space of the original computer. LED strips pulsed in changing patterns on the fan, ram, and plexiglass window. There were a few explicit stickers slapped on, and dried cum coating them. Apparently, this new Red quite enjoyed them.

Red's chair morphed from the svelte office overstock chair he'd had from the first day of college to an oversized, all white gamer chair with cupholders, a tray, a vibrator and fans built in. At least... it was all white at one point. Most of it was a tan or crusty brown from loads after loads of cum, and specks of unidentified matter - old spilled food, or perhaps snot in some places - decorated it.

There was a solid streak of brown where Red sat, from his days just sitting there in a jockstrap. The floor, walls and underside of his desk were also coated in this rotten cum, built up from shameless hours of gooning. Why clean when you're just going to add to it more the next day? The scent added a wonderful spice to the air too, one that made Emmett and Red both gag a bit.

Despite all the changes, Red angrily played on. He might have been warped to be angry, cruel and explicit on his online games, but the gentle, reserved core of his soul had not changed. He would have freaked to see all the filth, and so Emmett simply made it so that he couldn't notice them... for now.

The corruption injected into Red's brain by Emmett continued to spread and take hold. His body was physically aroused by Emmett's scent and nosefucking, but that hadn't really spread to the mind. Now, though... his anger was his source of arousal. He screamed at his teammates, and as he did his throbbing, musky dick grew. His bottoms struggled to contain his package, and the button to his shorts were barely holding on.

The pressure of his damp cock against the fabric grew, and soon enough it was too much. His shorts ripped open as his dick flopped out, expanding to its full length. Not only was it long, but it was thick too, pushing back the side of his torn pants in a glorious, stinky display of masculinity. It slammed into his desk, smacking directly into his keyboard and causing Red to go into another screaming fit. "I fucking hit him! The fuck was that, it just randomly spazzed! Fucking game is a buggy piece of shit, the developers should fucking eat shit and die!"

After a moment he looked down and realized what happened. His cheeks flushed bright red, but with Emmett's influence holding strong he simply grinned and continued to play after moving his dick to the side. No need to tell his teammates it wasn't actually a glitch.

Back to his game. Emmett leaned over Red's shoulder and scanned the screen. This was some sorta tactical shooter that he didn't really understand, but there were some things that even he got. The score was tied, 78-78, and the first to 100 kills won. There were something about... points? To the side of his screen were some team stats.

At the top was Gilchrist with a KDR of 4.24, with Kovu hot on his tail with 4.23. So much for them being bottom of the leaderboard. There were a bunch of names he didn't recognize, so Emmett skimmed through them to find Red's score. He found it at the very bottom - .2 KDR. Specifically, he had over 60 deaths.

Damn. He was the majority of the other team's kills, meaning everyone else was picking up quite a bit of slack. Part of him was impressed the team was good enough to keep up with their handicap. Another part of him wondered how amazing they'd be if Red was playing up to standard. He'd always been better than Kovu and Gilchrist.

And then the third part of him got bored of these complex game things. That was the problem with these kinds of shooters, there was too much thinking going on. Gun games should be explosive, action packed, and pure instinct instead of thinking.

Maybe he could improve the game somehow? Something to make watching Red a little more entertaining. To make it more... corrupt.

The idea came immediately. Emmett grinned and waved his hand, then leaned in to see how his slowly improving friend would react.

Red's screen flashed for a moment, making the angry maned wolf growl in frustration. Luckily it came back on before he could smack the monitor. Everything looked the same, and Red got back into the groove. Then Red snuck up on an enemy, and a new option appeared. 'Dominate.'

Dominate? Was that, like, a new feature that was snuck in with the morning bugfix? It didn't matter - Red's mind swam with the possibilities. Maybe this was just a special move given to players good enough.

Red's face twisted into a smirk, and he quickly pressed the button. The enemy on screen immediately dropped his gun and surrendered, but that wasn't enough for Red's character. His character slammed the enemy's face down on the ground and tore his pants away, revealing a surprisingly detailed round ass and dangling cock. His character pulled out his own cock too, one colored surprisingly like Red's.

Fully voiced lines played during the animation, one audible to all players close enough. It sounded oddly realistic for a mid budget shooter: the enemy begged for mercy with whimpers and sobs, and Red's character mocked him, telling him in detail exactly what was going to happen.

And then he pounced.

Screams and schlaps filled the air as the two models ruthlessly fucked on screen. Red cheered at the obscene display and took both hands from the controls, using them instead to grab his cock and pump furiously. Precum squirted out of his tapered tip, splattering all over the monitor and keyboard, but Red didn't care. This was something that absolutely deserved his full 'appreciation'.

The other players stopped their fighting and gathered around the orgy in awe and horror, unbelieving what they were seeing. What kind of game dev put these animations in a release patch?

After a full minute of screams and begging, the enemy collapsed into a heap. Red's character pulled his knot out with a plop, and gallons of simulated cum poured onto the battlefield. A status effect text appeared over the enemy: 'Character too tired to play. Duration: 25 minutes."

Red crowed. That guy would be out for the rest of his match. The players around chattered in voice chat, none believing what they'd just seen. Was this a hack? Was Red cheating?

"Cheating!" The maned wolf exploded. "No, I'm just good! I can't help it if you low rank scum aren't good enough to unlock my special technique. Fuck!"

Those assholes would never listen to reason, so why bother? Instead, he could always just demonstrate how good his skills were... by using them.

Red pivoted his character to an enemy, and saw the dominate option was still there. With a smirk, he clicked it. Everyone else, fearing for their characters, fled from the scene.

Everything after that changed. No longer was this a team deathmatch, it was a game of hide and seek: Red vs Everybody. And it was a game he was good at. As one by one he raped each enemy player, a viscous smile curled across his lips. This is what true power feels like. This is true control.

Angry chatter on the mics grew louder and louder as Red immobilized more and more of the enemy team. Soon there was no one left for him to fight. His own team felt uncomfortable with what was going on, but this was a ranked match, so they saw no reason not to just take advantage of it.

He started playing properly again for a little while, happy to watch his score tick up and his teammates come closer and closer to winning. But compared to this new rape mechanic, the normal gameplay felt downright boring. There was no one to shoot at this point, and just standing around and racking up points at a goal wasn't fun at all. It was too bad there were no enemies left to rape. He'd tried, but he could only rape them once: the moment their character hit the ground, they were uninteractable.

Red babysat the home point for a while, yawning and watching his score tick up. God this was lame, why couldn't the game just end so he could start a new one? A new team, twelve new enemies to hunt down and rape... his cock twitched at the thought.

Then one of his teammates made the mistake of running into him. It was just for a moment, but long enough for Red to notice something interesting... the 'dominate' prompt appeared for his team too. Red let out a cruel laugh as he sprinted forward and caught up to his teammate. Fuck winning the game... he was going to rape every single one of them.

"Fuck! Red, what the fuck are you doing?" It was Kovu on the mic. Red didn't even realize it was his friend he was raping, but he didn't care. "You already raped the other team, why are you fucking with us now? You're going to make us lose!"

Red didn't respond. Red didn't care in the slightest whether his team won or lost. All he needed was to rape everyone he possibly could, submit them to the ultimate form of his control. The mics lit up as he hunted down his own team, separating them and raping them one by one. A few fucks in, they started shooting him on sight. Red was fine with that at first - he wasn't against a little fun - but eventually they made their way back to spawn, and the remaining four players just shot him dead again and again.

"Fuck!" he screamed. "Fucking spawn campers, I'll fucking- I'll rape you in real life! I'll find your houses, I'll come there and I'll drive my fat cock down every single one of your throats!"

A notification appeared in the middle of the screen. 'You have been banned from this server. Custom Reason: Red what the fuck?'

He stared at the popup for several moments, silent as he comprehended what they'd done to him. His breathing calmed, his muscles relaxed, and for a moment it seemed as if the ban might have knocked a little sense into him. Perhaps if he apologized, they'd let him back on. Perhaps if he'd said it was a long day, or he'd had a little too much to smoke, or-

"Bullshit!" Red screamed and slammed his fists into his desk, sending his monitors and mouse jumping into the air. He let out another roar of wordless rage and slammed it again and again and again. His mouse fell off the side and smashed into the ground, one of his monitors fell over. This just served to further enrage him. He grabbed his expensive keyboard and smashed it into the desk again and again, keycaps flying everywhere as the expensive equipment was reduced to broken plastic and bent metal.

After several minutes, Red finally let out a final sigh and plopped down on his filthy chair. Fuck. What was that? Why would they ban him? He'd been on that server for years, surely they could handle a little fun?

Red heaved himself out of his chair and flopped onto his bed, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling. Maybe he should stop gaming. For whatever reason, he always ended up screaming at his friends and teammates when he got into a competitive match, and that wasn't who he really was. He loved his friends, and he knew they hated when he got like that .

He laid there for a little while, stewing in complex thoughts. His new habits while gaming conflicted pretty drastically with his otherwise untouched personality, and it was something he spent hours trying to reconcile... or so he remembered. Perhaps he should give up gaming. Either that or get some anger management courses. This wasn't the first time he'd been banned from one of his favorite servers.

As the maned wolf contemplated life, Emmett stood over his bed with a nasty grin. That tantrum at the computer was the hottest thing he'd ever seen Red do, a true example of what a jock like him was supposed to act like. Now, Emmett knew that he could make his entire life like that with a snap of the fingers, but he wanted more from Red. Red was his biggest crush for a long time, and he wasn't going to just throw away the opportunity to fuck with him on a deeper level.

The dingo crouched down next to Red's ear, still invisible to him. "Emmett is your only true friend."

Red's eyes shot open and his brows furrowed. What kind of thought was that? It came out of nowhere, but it felt right... still, he knew it wasn't. "I have hundreds of friends, not just Emmett. Verne is my best friend."

Emmett scowled. Slowly replacing Red's thoughts was supposed to be fun, not force him to confront the maned wolf's inconvenient real feelings. He wanted to watch his mind slowly change, but he could have done without that second sentence.

"Emmett is your only true friend," Emmett repeated. "Verne just uses you."

"Verne just... uses me." Red repeated. It still didn't sound right... but it was plausible. After all, the shit slut had fallen apart over the years, Red had to do so much for him just to keep him presentable.

"Verne just uses you," Emmett confirmed. "Everyone uses you. They don't care about you. Only Emmett cares about you."

Most of Red's time outside work was spent helping people around the town. Whether it was painting houses, mowing lawns, or helping them move, the maned wolf was constantly endearing himself to the townsfolk. Basically everyone knew his name at this point, and most people knew him on a personal level.

The favors were always returned. Red got free food at restaurants, invited to Christmases, Thanksgivings, and Easters by nearly every family in town, and everyone pitched in to throw him a massive birthday party every year, just to show their appreciation. But... suddenly, those things didn't seem to mean as much. The birthday party was to ensure he would keep helping them. The holiday invites were extended because everyone knew Red would go to his own family's holidays. He'd never accept one of them, and they knew it.

His brows furrowed deeper, and he wore a slight scowl. "They're just using me. They just like what I do for them. Only Emmett doesn't use me."

Emmett squirmed in gleeful victory. God, it's so easy to just twist him like this! How easy would it have been to change his mind without these powers? It might have taken months, but Emmett genuinely believed he could have done it. After all, were any of these thoughts that big of leaps?

Of course, without Emmet's powers, Verne wouldn't have been a disgusting shitslut, but it wasn't like anyone was going to challenge the dingo on that thought.

"That's right, good. Say it again. Say your truth."

"God. I can't believe I've never realized this before!" Red's voice sounded both hurt and angry. "They're using me. They've always been using me! How could I have been so stupid? Only Emmett actually likes me for me... and I love him for it."

"Jesus, fuck," Emmett whispered. His heart raced to hear his crush so openly admit his love. It didn't matter to the dingo that it was forced, or that he literally had to change reality to get him to say it. Who's to say what's real and what's fake? Maybe the old Red wouldn't have thought these things, but the current Red is just as real as the old Red used to be. And current Red only liked Emmett. Everyone else were freeloaders in his mind.

What would happen if he were to legitimately ask Red out right now? Would the maned wolf accept? Emmett thought there was a good chance he would... but he still wasn't the kind of person he wanted to date. Emmett would have dated Red before because he was desperate, kind nature or no, but now he had a choice. He had control.

He looked down at Red laying on the bed. The usually serene expression on his face was gone, replaced with a devastated hurt. He'd just come to a life changing realization, and it would take some time to really process it all. His heart ached, and the tears in his eyes showed as much.

"Don't worry, big guy," Emmett whispered. "I'll be back to fix that hurt soon enough. You're gonna be allllll better, believe me."

With that, Emmett slipped from Red's room to rummage through his own. While he was gone, he released the hold he had on his roommate's mind, allowing him to perceive Emmett again. That would be extremely important for this next step.

---

Red lay on the bed quietly, staring up at the ceiling as his mind raced. So many events in his life had to be seen in a new light, so many positive moments turned cold and calculating. A part of his mind said it couldn't possibly be true, but the idea it was all fake refused to yield. Despite every possible evidence to the contrary, something deep in the massive maned wolf knew that it was true.

Even worse, it forced him to re-evaluate how he'd treated Emmett. He always thought he'd been a good friend to the dingo, and he did try his best, but he could see now he'd never given him enough attention and appreciation. Just minutes earlier he'd made him cry! And for what, because he was treating Verne a little unfairly? Emmett did so much for him, why couldn't he let something small like that slide?

As if his thoughts summoned him, Red heard a gentle knock at the door. He coughed a bit and wiped his damp eyes clear. "Come in!"

Emmett slid in with a meek blush, holding something behind his back. Red's heart jumped to see his best friend, but sank a bit at his behavior. Was he still feeling bad from that verbal lashing he gave him earlier? God, he regretted that so much. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Emmett spoke first.

"Red, I, uh..." Emmett swallowed and blushed even deeper. Red tipped his head. What could get him acting like this? If it were their discussion from earlier, the dingo might be sniffing a bit, not blushing and stuttering.

The dingo was silent for a moment, and Red waited patiently. Finally, Emmett took a deep breath and tried again. "Red, I just, well... I like you." Red's heart skipped a beat. "I like you a lot. I've had a crush on you for years honestly. Since I met you."

Red was left breathless at the revelation. Emmett... liked him? He couldn't help but grin at the thought. Had he said that just yesterday, Red would have been incredibly flattered, but with his recent revelation, flattered didn't begin to describe the feelings rushing through his veins.

"Emmett, I... wow. That's a lot. Honestly I never thought you liked me like that, but I'm so, so flattered you do. You're such a good person, it doesn't feel real that you like me this much."

The maned wolf went on about how flattered he was, how much he returned the feelings, so much sentimental blathering and yammering on. Emmett couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it -- jocks didn't have feelings like that, so it felt a little sickening to let Red go on like that. He would have been over the moon to hear Red say all this a few days ago, but now... now it wasn't enough. He no longer craved Red's sympathy. He didn't want his love and affection anymore. He wanted something even better.

"...s-so, I guess what I'm saying is... do you wanna, maybe... maybe go out? Boyfriends?"

This was the moment Emmett had dreamed of for years. He could say yes and have those dreams come true. But from Red, Emmett would settle for nothing less than perfection. Nothing less than complete devotion.

Emmett relished the confusion in Red's eyes as he took his hands from behind his back, revealing a massive, 14 inch rainbow dildo. At one point it had been Emmett's favorite toy, though now it seemed a bit puny. He handed it to the maned wolf, who took it with a tipped head.

"...is this a yes?" he asked.

The dingo chuckled. "In a way."

He let Red puzzle it out a few seconds longer before leaning in with a malicious smile. "I want you to eat it. Chew it, cut it, however you can. But as you do, you'll realize that rather than it going in you, you're becoming it: my TOY. And all my toys desire to please me."

The confusion on Red's face only grew, but rather than say anything, he plopped the tip of the cock into his mouth and began to chew at it as hard as he could. The beginnings of a realization built in the back of his mind.

Emmett continued as Red struggled with his new compulsion. "So, you're going to take all your morals, your ethics, desires, all your wants... you're going to take them all, and as you eat more of that toy, as you become more of my toy, you're going to slowly replace them all with an undying love for me. You now realize how fucked I am, and you fucking love it. You know exactly what I did to Verne because you can discern all my changes now. And you want to spread that deviancy. It's all that you want."

A pit swelled in the bottom of Red's stomach as that realization blossomed into full knowledge. God, the things Emmett did to Verne... hell, the things he did to Red just now! He was simultaneously disimbued of the notion Emmett was his only friend and that he had a spark of good inside him.

He wanted to act on that revelation, he wanted to run, he wanted to stop him, even just chew Emmett out... but the only thing he could chew was inch after inch of Emmett's rainbow dildo. The taste and texture of the silicone was enough to make him feel like puking, especially with the rancid aftertaste of Emmett's uncleaned ass clinging to the plastic. He would have, were it not for his captor's order: he had to eat all of it.

Each color of the rainbow was about a two inch slab, and that was about the size of bites Red tried to take. It was a balance between eating as much as he could to get the disgusting order over with, and eating as little as possible to hold onto his morality and ethics, to try to think of a way out of this. As each color disappeared, though, that hope slowly faded along with every hint of kindness in him.

Emmett watched in rapturous glee as the good visibly drained from Red. That horrified expression slowly neutralized, that disgust wiped away... more importantly, his slowly softening cock swelled right back up, taut and throbbing out precum. He didn't whimper anymore, didn't make tiny, mewling little begging noises. He just moaned as his new reality set in.

Red, for his part, began to enjoy the sensation of his morals rotting. Each bite was another burst of pleasure for him, another strike against that increasingly quiet voice screaming and pleading in the back of his mind. He remembered the feeling of good he used to have, experiencing it like one could remember a sound. It was real, in a way, but not real all the same. Whatever good he felt was a fake echo of the past, something with no bearing on the present. Nothing beyond remembering how horrible it felt to be kind and compare it to how great it feels to be sadistic.

Sadistic and sex crazed. Red used to like getting his dick wet as much as the next jock, but that urge grew to fill the empty space left by his morals and ethics. Almost every thought he had concerned only the most fucked up and disgusting ways he could ruin someone with his cock, the way he could use his intimate knowledge of their lives to tailor their destruction perfectly to who they were.

His ability to feel love and affection was somewhat spared, but only in that it was twisted and warped rather than wiped away entirely. Every ounce of his previous emotions were torn from him and stuffed back in focused on one thing: Emmett. Everything Emmett did was perfect. Everything he did was amazing. There was nothing that Red wouldn't do for Emmett, and nothing Emmett could do that Red wouldn't enjoy. One could say he loved Emmett and Emmett alone now, but that wouldn't be quite accurate. He didn't really feel love anymore. He felt pure, unfiltered and all consuming devotion.

As Red popped in that last chunk of dildo, chewing the yellow sculpted balls, his old self let out one final scream. The sociopath almost howled at the rush of pleasure that jolted through his body as his past was violently snuffed out. In its wake was left nothing but this new, glorious reality with Emmett at its helm. There's nothing he would ever want more than Emmett's absolute power controlling his every whim.

The mental transformation was complete... but his body did not yet reflect his new reality quite yet. Red was a jock, yes, but still the friendly, helpful jock who spent more time volunteering than at the gym. That just wouldn't do... so Emmett imagined a new Red, and reality followed suit.

A Red that was as depraved as him would work out all the time, his muscles being one of the few things he gave a shit about in life. From the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep, he was either working out, thinking about working out, or planning his next workout. A true stud like him never bothered showering after, or at all. Hell, he didn't even wipe or really change his clothes.

As he thought it, so it became. Red's clothes remained the same, but they grew dingy and worn, especially in the crotch and pits. His fur became greasy, untrimmed, and most importantly reeked to high hell of sour, brain frying sweat. The ass of his shorts turned brown as years of not wiping took its toll. Red gave his body a detached, curious look as it changed, grinning a little as his muscles swelled considerably.

It still wasn't enough though. Emmett wanted an even bigger Red... perhaps he used more than his muscles at the gym?

Immediately the maned wolf's muscled swelled to twice, three times their size, straining his clothes to their tearing point. In this new reality, Red had abused steroids since he was a young cub, and their consistent use had paid off tremendously. Juvenile use had more effects than just that, though -- Red's teeth sharpened and grew longer, practically always exposed if he wasn't trying to keep his maw shut. His features became slightly more angular, eyes a little beadier. This new Red was much more bestial, a being more operating on instinct than any higher thought. Perfect for an amoral sociopath like his new owner.

One downside to years of steroid abuse, however, showed plainly in the dumb jock's massive cock... or rather, his four inch, half-soft boner. It was pathetic compared to the memory of Red's previously glorious shaft, and more importantly, it wasn't a cock befitting someone who crawled at Emmett's side.

No matter. With a little creative thinking, Emmett fixed that. He could have just made it so steroids didn't have that side effect, but the humiliation of losing so much cock size was important for Red to remember. Instead, he made it so that the maned wolf's starting point was higher, so much that he had a hyper cock as a cub. Young kid had a thirteen inch cock by age three. Once he started on the drugs, however, it quickly shrank and settled at its current size: completely coincidentally, it was the same length and girth that Red's cock used to be.

Another addition were his piercings. While Red always had a number of piercings, something he considered the perfect accent to his wild coloring and solid physique, this new iteration went absolutely wild with them. He had more metal than skin on his face, and piercings at places that one normally wouldn't think they could go. In his sheath, up his cock, he even had a prince albert.

Emmett beheld his creation with a mixture of arousal and the pride of a father. Gone was the gentle hearted jock he'd fallen in love with: in its place was a vile, muscular beast of a person. Anyone could squint and recognize the old Red, but just barely.

Red himself looked down at his body with a wide, sharp-toothed grin and a happy rumble in his chest. This new body, this new life was something that he loved more than even the memory of being a decent, loving person. Nothing he'd experienced in that reality could compare to the perfection that he was here. And here he could spend his life ruining everyone else's, at Emmett's side as an almost equal.

He felt a pressure in his bowels. He'd needed to shit since before Emmett had come into his room, but had held it the entire time, assuming he'd get a chance to shit later. Now, though... he gave a crooked grin as he lifted a leg and pushed. A wet crackling filled the air as the first log pushed out, slow as it was thick. The worn back of his bottoms tented and stretched out, turning a deep brown as it pressed the log into a mush. Once that first log was out... it was a flood.

The air filled with crackling, bursts of gas, and little moans and grunts as a semi-solid slurry flooded Red's shorts, plopping out the legs onto his bed. His eyes rolled back and his cock throbbed wildly. Every second of waste pushing past his prostate sent waves of anal pleasure through his body. That pleasure grew and grew until it reached a crescendo. The maned wolf held out just a second longer before he let out a deep roar.

"Fuck!" He screamed as his cock exploded from the sheer stimulation of shitting himself. It shot rope after steaming rope across the room through his shorts, splattering into his computer, on his window, all over his prized bass. He sunk his claws into his bed subconsciously, shredding his mattress as ecstasy overtook his body. After several minutes his cock finally ran dry, balls drained completely. He fell back onto his cum-splattered bed and just breathed, trying to come back down to earth.

Emmett was rock hard. For once he didn't have to bother hiding his tent. In fact, he'd never have to hide his arousal from Red ever again. He beheld his gorgeous, sweaty, panting beast and rubbed his cock, focusing on his ruined, shit filled bottoms. How could he have known even a week ago that he'd be jacking off in front of his crush, having just watched him load his shorts up like a feral animal.

This was a much better outcome than what'd happened with Verne, too. With Verne he didn't care about him, so it was alright that he was essentially a one off toy. There was no more real use he could get out of the dumb shitslut, outside of maybe fucking him a couple of times. Red, though, was much more useful this way. He wasn't completely ruined, so Emmett could still use his connections and intelligence on the townsfolk to destroy them even better, but he was warped enough to still be fun to play with for a while.

And, in the back of his mind, Emmett couldn't stand to see his years-long crush be turned into a useless, pathetic mockery of his old self. In a way, this saved him... but the dingo would never acknowledge the thought, if he were aware of it at all. In his mind, this was just a good way to deal out ironic punishment... and a lot of it really was that.

"Red." Emmett jerked his new beast out of his stupor. "Welcome to my reality. How are you feeling?"

Red slowly sat up in his bed. The frame groaned under the weight of his musculature. He turned his head towards Emmett, but his eyes... didn't seem to quite see him. They were focused on him, sure, but there was a crucial light behind them that was just gone. It was as if Red were staring at a particularly boring object rather than responding to his new master's question.

The silence stretched on longer than Emmett would have expected. The dingo took a step forward, putting a hand on the maned wolf's shoulder. "Red? How ya doin there, stud?"

They locked eyes, and finally Emmett saw a spark of recognition behind Red's. His stud gave a wry, lopsided grin. Rather than answer, he simply hooked his hand behind Emmett's head and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Emmett yelped a bit in surprise, but quickly adjusted to this pleasing new development. The two sank back into the bed, tongues dancing as Emmett's hands slowly traced up and down Red's muscular body.

Red broke the kiss, a thick strand of drool connecting their maws. He gave Emmett a teasing nip on the nose. "Yeah, I'm fuckin' great. So much fuckin' better." His voice was low and rough, his sentences so much smaller.

The dingo was about to say something when the maned wolf grabbed his hands and forced them down to his shorts. "Why dontcha pull these off an see what I got for ya?"

Emmett didn't need to be told twice. Seeing Red take charge was still new to him, and it was exciting even in his new bestial form. What made it even better was the certainty that despite his pet's dominant act, Emmett held all the power. It would only take a word, and Red would do whatever Emmett ordered.

He tugged Red's shit-filled shorts down his legs and beheld the gorgeous sight before him. Red's cock was magnificent. It was black, large, and standing at full attention despite having climaxed just moments ago. Thick red, yellow and orange studs dotted the underside, matching the beast's fur colors exactly. A thick Prince Albert played twin to the ring on his nose, both of them thick and heavy. It throbbed with Red's every heartbeat and glistened with precum, slick with his own excitement.

Emmett had figured Red was just named that because of the red on the underside of his tail and his chest - turns out, that coloring didn't extend to his balls. The brilliant red coloring stopped at the crotch and transitioned into a deep black. The dingo blushed despite himself. He'd waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here... it didn't feel real.

Red couldn't help but grin at Emmett's veneration. He didn't know exactly how long the dingo had been dreaming of this day, but far be it from him to get between Emmett and his happiness. As he gently cupped the maned wolf's balls, Emmett leaned down and placed a soft kiss right at the center of his sack.

It was tempting to just lay back and enjoy the worship, but was this what Emmett had imagined when he'd dreamed of this day? The realistic part of him probably had imagined a pretty vanilla encounter, one that the old Red would have been comfortable with, but surely the dingo had some darker fantasies...

Emmett yelped in surprise as Red grabbed his scruff and slammed his face into that filthy, steaming ballsack. The acrid stench of heady musk and earthy shit made his eyes water, and he gagged despite himself.

"Yeah, that's right," Red growled. "You been wanting this for years, yeah? Well fucking get in there, slut! Don't keep me waiting!"

The dingo's heart jumped as Red's words rolled over him. This was exactly how he'd imagined it going; he almost couldn't believe it was real. On the tiny chance Red was into him, Emmett had figured their encounter would be sweet, soft and vanilla... but this was the kind of brute he really craved.

He eagerly started to lick and suck, relishing the bitter shit that melted on his tongue as he made his way up and down Red's shaft and balls. Bursts of accomplishment crashed over him with every moan he elicited from his new lover, a fulfillment of purpose he'd craved for years. How many nights had he tossed and turned, dreaming of sucking the shit from Red's balls? And how many mornings had he woken up with sheets slick from nighttime arousal?

Red's grip tightened as he jerked Emmett away from his balls and up against his throbbing, drooling cock. The dingo let out a little shiver as Red pressed his tip to Emmett's lips. A single drop of pre washed away the bitterness of shit that clung to his tongue, replacing it with an almost sickly sweetness. It wasn't the taste he'd expect from a brute like the maned wolf, but it was oddly fitting.

"You ready?" Red rumbled.

He slammed Emmett down on his cock without waiting for a response.

Emmett's eyes flew open as he found himself inches away from Red's musky groin. His throat burned from the sudden intrusion and his stomach heaved. It was all he could do to calm his gag reflex and keep from throwing up. Tears trickled down his face as he gagged and squirmed, joining the thick saliva oozing from his maw and pooling on Red's groin. The brute kept Emmett down there a long minute, letting him get used to the smells and sensation. It was a small kindness, possibly the most he could expect from someone like Red.

The edges of Emmett's vision began to pulse black, floaters dancing in his peripheral. Just as a well of panic began to rise in the dingo's throat, Red yanked him off his cock. He gasped and coughed, letting out ragged pants as he tried to get ahold of himself. "God," he groaned. "Red, I've nev- nnnghhh!"

Red slammed Emmett back down, cutting him off mid-word. He didn't keep him down this time - rather, he used his friend's throat like a pocket pussy, stroking up and down with no regard to Emmett's wellbeing. A symphony of glurks, gags, slurps and heaves filled the air, mixing with Red's moans and muttered curses to create perverse, depraved music. It was the music of the new reality Emmett was building, person by person. He might have felt awe, had he been able to comprehend what was happening. Getting throatfucked by a fat dick would have distracted anyone. It wasn't like Emmett was prone to profound thoughts anyways.

He quickened his pace, fingers digging into Emmett's neck as he pounded faster and faster. Each thrust was more powerful than the last. Emmett felt like he was going to be sick, but he screwed his eyes shut and tried to ride out the discomfort. His throat tightened as Red thrust in, and drool dribbled onto his face as Red embraced the sheer brutality of it all. This was an animalistic act at its purest - no mercy, no tenderness. Red wasn't holding back; this was the way he needed to fuck.

Emmett squirmed beneath Red, letting out a desperate whine as he begged with his eyes for release from the relentless pounding in his throat. His pleas fell on deaf ears, however. Red only increased his pace until Emmett could barely breathe around his cock.

"This is what you wanted, bitch," Red snarled. "You made this bed. Get fucked in it."

It was true this was what he wanted - that was the only reason Emmett let it continue on for just a little longer. Soon the burning in his lungs grew too great to bear. He shot his hand up and rested it on Red's elbow, squeezing once. Red immediately stopped thrusting and pulled out, falling back on the bed with heavy, ragged breaths. Emmett coughed and sputtered for a few moments before joining him. He sank into the bed and laid on Red's arm, who wrapped it around him and pulled him into his side. Red swiped a strand of drool from his lover's cheek and relaxed.

The two stayed like that for a little while. It felt so perfect, so right to be nuzzling against Red's side, like he was the perfect fit. He laid a paw on Red's chest as they recovered. The beast that had possessed the maned wolf slowly filtered out of him, like someone unplugged a drain. His expression relaxed, his breathing slowed, and the tension faded from his muscles. The beast was gone and the jock was back. If it weren't for the stench of shit and pit clinging to him, Emmett could almost think the old Red had come back.

He nosed into Red's pit, huffing a little before giving it a little kiss. "How do you feel?"

Red closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Then he cracked a little grin. "Feels like I enjoyed fucking your throat."

Emmett returned the grin. "Feels like I might need to fuck your ass to remind you what your new position is. So much for being a 'top only'."

He shrugged. "I might be a top, but bottoming for you? No hesitation. I'd do anything for ya, would never say no." He raised an eyebrow. "Not that I could anyways."

They both laughed at that. Anyone with a normal sense of morality might feel uncomfortable at that reminder, but Emmett just appreciated the joke for what it was. He slid his paw down those washboard abs and groped the base of Red's throbbing black cock. "I like that about you," he said. "You're so much more open minded. Like you should be."

"Damn right I'm like I should be. You'd be surprised what stuff you changed about me."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Why don't you explore a lil' and find out, bottom?"

That sounded like a challenge. The dingo gave Red's pit a little nip before sliding off the bed and ducking between the jock's legs. Red stared down with a bemused grin and put his hands behind his head. Whatever the dingo was up to, Red was here for it.

Emmett placed his hands on Red's thighs and pushed his legs up, exposing his muscular ass. "Hold your legs up," Emmett ordered, and Red grabbed behind his knees and pulled them to his chest. His cheeks spread in that position, exposing the prize hidden between them - his filthy, winking tailhole.

He leaned in slowly and took a long, deep whiff. There was something about the way Red's ass sweat mixed with the shit on his hole that gave it a particularly pungent stench, one that sent shivers down Emmett's spine. He glanced up to gauge Red's reaction, but aside from a bemused grin the maned wolf showed no sign of caring.

That's permission enough. Emmett closed his eyes and plunged his lips against the top's hole. He gave it an obligatory kiss before slurping at it like a hungry pig. Though he never took cock, Red's rim was puffy and just a bit swollen anyway. It was the perfect donut, and Emmett was going to appreciate it like it deserved.

Slurps and little moans from Red filled the air as Emmett lost himself in his work. He plunged his tongue inside and wriggled it against the maned wolf's swollen prostate, eliciting a whimper and a jet of pre that splattered over them both. He slurped it, he circled his tongue against the rim, he even full on made out with it a few times, sloppy like a teen's first kiss. No matter how deep and wild he went, Red never showed the slightest hint of discomfort or reluctance. He just closed his eyes, relaxed back and enjoyed the attention.

Finally Emmett pulled away. A strand of brown-green goo hung between his lips and the hole, sagging down before breaking in half. He slurped it off Red's ass and rose to his knees. Red gave Emmett a cheeky little wave.

"Welcome back," he said. "Enjoy your little vacation down there?"

Emmett rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "As a matter of fact, I did. You really must have changed, you used to be a strict top, you wouldn't let anyone near that sweaty jock hole of yours."

"I've always been this way. Remember? That Red never existed, even if I have all his memories. Far as I'm concerned, that guy is another person entirely."

The dingo frowned. That was true... changing reality was easy, but discussing the changes was a little complex if one wanted to be completely accurate. Emmett saw Red as having transformed from his old, inferior version, but if Verne's past had changed the world around him, why not Red's? But then, why didn't Red have two sets of memories? Unless he did?

Ah, well. Emmett shrugged and put the matter out of mind. He didn't care how things worked exactly, as long as he got the world he had always dreamed of. Red could have one set of memories or two, as long as he remembered the information Emmett wanted from his old life. Why else save him, if not to use that memory to personalize everyone else's ruination?

"So." Red's voice jerked Emmett back to reality. "Did I pass the test?"

Emmett grinned a little. It was so cute how eager Red was to please. "Sure you passed... the first one, anyways."

Red tipped his head. "Alright then, what's the second?"

His question went unanswered. Instead Emmett clambered over Red and straddled his chest, giving his lover a kiss on the nose before squatting over him. He lined up his hole and gave the maned wolf a wink.

"Fucking you? That's not much a test, Emmett, even old Red would have bred your fat ass. Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Just shut up and be a good toy." Emmett rolled his eyes and sank down on the thick cock throbbing below him.

Oh, fuck. His eyes went wide as his hole reckoned with the absolute monster it had been aching for so long. So many long nights had been spent bouncing up and down on that rainbow dildo that was now digesting in Red's belly, imagining it was the handsome jock himself, but it did almost nothing to prepare him for how big he really was.

He let out a strangled groan as the first of Red's fat piercings slipped past his inner ring. Then came another, and another. Every inch burned as he forced it into his unprepared hole, and he swore he could feel it pressing up against the first bend of his tunnel already. There's a million things he could have done to make it better - change reality to make himself looser, or to deaden the pain, or even shrink Red's monster - but to do so felt wrong. This had been years in the making. There was no way he'd sully that by changing it up: he was going to get the full, unadulterated experience.

Nevermind the fact that the old Red would never have had so large and so many piercings.

"Oh, gah, nnnff, oh god," Emmett moaned. His tongue lolled out of his maw and he threw his head back, closing his eyes and concentrating only on sinking lower, lower. It still burned, it still felt like he was forcing cock to depths it should never go, but the stinging at the base was quickly turning to pleasure, and he knew the rest would follow.

Finally he felt Red's massive knot brushing up against his overstretched hole. He sank down and rested, putting a little bit of weight on it to let his legs rest.

"What, can't take the knot?" Red gave Emmett a cocky smirk, but the dingo could tell how hard it was for the maned wolf to keep his voice steady. His expression betrayed the moan that he was struggling to keep in.

"Not... yet," Emmett grunted. "Gotta get used to you first." In the meantime, it couldn't hurt to play a game... The dingo began to squeeze his hole and bounce a bit as the burning faded, studying Red's face the entire time. The jock's cocky grin grew more and more strained, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. His breathing became shallower, came in jerky little huffs. Red's cock grinding against his prostate was pleasurable enough to make Emmett's cock throb and drip, but his silky hole was having an effect, too. Just a little more.

With a final squeeze the facade crumbled. Red gasped, gripped the sheets, and let out a long, low moan that sent shivers down Emmett's spine. He'd made so many boys moan out like that, but with Red it was like hearing it for the first time all over again.

"Fuuuuuck," the maned wolf growled out. He started to thrust into the dingo's hole, but Emmett stopped that with a thwack to the nose. "Nuh uh, my foul mouthed jock. You're not fucking me. You're just my dildo, got it?"

He didn't wait for a response before he slammed himself down on Red's fat cock. A jolt of pleasure shivered up his spine with every bounce, and his cock throbbed as it flung pre across the room. Red melted into a moaning mess, and while Emmett tried to keep himself together, truthfully he wasn't that far behind him.

"Gahh! How does- hah! hnn, fuck - how's it feel to be a dildo, Red?" Emmett gasped out between thrusts. "You're, nnff! You're a toy to me, I ruined you just to play with you! I made you a hateful, spiteful, gross monstrous toy and you love it, don't you? Say it!"

Red groaned and rumbled in pleasure, and he had to concentrate to even get out a short response. "I... f-fuck! I love it! This is so much better sir! Thank you sir!"

"It's going to happen to everyone!" Emmett bounced faster as he grew more aroused. He could tell by Red's shallow breathing he was close too. "Already fucked Verne, made him our little toilet slut. Gonna ruin Seb and Gerome too. I hate them so goddamn much, their fake fucking happiness. I'm gonna destroy them."

"My - fuck! My family reunion. God, I wanna destroy all their holes for raising me to be such a bitch," Red snarled. "Make my dad suck the shit out of my ass and feed it to the rest. Thank fuck you came in and fixed me!" Emmett wasn't expecting the stud to add in his own ideas, but it was a welcome surprise.

"Fuck yeah, toy! And you're going to help me ruin them all!"

The two kept at it as Emmett rode Red's fat cock, every fucked up situation and new person to destroy bringing them closer and closer to the edge. Red's father. Emmett's family. Verne's entire church. On and on they went, growing more and more twisted in their plans for these poor people, closer and closer until, unable to wait any longer, Emmett popped Red's fat knot in and screamed. They both exploded at the same time. Emmett's cum roped across the room and splattered Red's bass guitar, while the maned wolf's own cum flooded Emmett's gut. They rocked back and forth for minutes, trying to milk every ounce of cum from each other before finally they finished.

Emmett fell onto Red's chest with a sigh and closed his eyes. Red pulled out his thick black knot from Emmett's pulsing hole, each tug of his piercings from that velvety entrance causing some of it to follow with them. By the time only his tip was still inside, whatever diarrhea mixture of tainted maned wolf seed and dingo shit already covered Emmett's ass, the bed, and Red's cock and groin.. Emmett made a mental note to make the oversized top clean up his own mess when they decoupled. For the moment, Red rested his arms around his lover, and for a while they just laid there silently, doing nothing but existing together.

An hour passed before either felt the desire to break the silence.

"Red?" Emmett murmured.

"Hrm?" Red cracked his eyes open.

"How are you doing?"

"How...? I already answered this question, sir." The maned wolf pulled his dingo closer, wrapping his roided-out arms around him.

"Yeah, I guess..." Emmett frowned a little. Something was bugging him, something he couldn't name. If he had more experience with the emotion, he might have called it 'concern'. "But I mean... like, outside of sexy stuff. Not saying that it ain't hot... but, like, how do you feel about everything I've done? It's kinda a lot, y'know..."

"Ah." Red frowned and was silent for a few moments. He ran his paw through Emmett's fur, stroking him like a pet. "I mean... honestly, it's really fucked up what you did. You ruined Verne's life forever, and you fuckin destroyed me, I mean, goddamn. Old Red would be sobbing right now."

The maned wolf's cock twitched, pressing against Emmett's body. "Plus, you took all that empathy and compassion I used to feel and twisted it all onto you. So like, I remember what it feels like to give a shit about anyone else, but I just don't. It doesn't make me sad, it just... it's like, I know I should feel sad. But I don't. Mostly I feel empty."

"Ah..." Emmett sighed and nodded. Why did that feel so strange to hear?

Red noticed Emmett's sigh and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "You're a fucked up, sadistic psychopath, Emmett. And honestly, that's hot as fuck. The only emotions I really feel at all are just love and devotion to you, so as long as I'm doing what you like, I'm absolutely happy with my situation. There's nothing fucking hotter than what we're going to do to the world."

"You and me, babe," Emmett smiled a little and nuzzled into his lover's rancid pits. "You and me against the world."

"Damn right." Red gave Emmett another kiss. "And honestly it's even hotter, cuz, like, what's more fucked up than enslaving your long-time crush? That's even more fucked up than what you did to Verne."

Emmett shot right up. "Slave? What do you mean, slave?"

The maned wolf furrowed his brows. "What do you mean, what do I mean? I'm your devoted sex slave you keep around to help personalize everyone's ruination. That's kinda fucked up, innit? From first love to nothing but a tool and a sex toy."

Why in the world would..? Emmett ran through everything he'd said since he'd transformed Red into his new, improved self, even ran over the exact words he'd thought to transform him. Never had he outright said Red was a slave, but he did say he was just a toy a few times... and he'd never given any hint of inclination otherwise.

"Red, no, no... I mean, sure, you're useful! I let you keep your old memories for a reason. And yeah, I'm going to use your body however I want, and you're never going to stop me. But, like... I wouldn't have let you keep all those emotions if you were just gonna be my slave. I'd have gotten rid of all of the old you except for his devotion, and that would be all you had. I redirected all your love and compassion to me, too, because... well..." Emmett sighed and settled back down on Red's chest. Gods, he made a perfect bed. "...Red, I want us to be boyfriends. Real love. I want you to be my first and my only."

A tension that Red hadn't known existed passed from his body, and for the first time since coming back to reality, he fully relaxed. "Boyfriends..." he murmured. He slid his arm around his dingo again and stroked down his back. "Emmett, I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend and make you happy. It's all I could ever want."

For the first time in a long, long time, Emmett's heart fluttered, and he felt himself grin like a loon. "It's official then... boyfriend. I love you, Red."

"I love you, too."

They both were content to just lay there again, secure in the knowledge of their love for each other. It was late, and they felt the tug of sleep pulling at them despite the lights being on. Verne's shift ended hours ago at this point, and they'd spent a lot of the time since then fucking.

Wait a second... "Hey, shouldn't Verne be back from the store by now?" Red murmured.

"Hmn? Oh, right. Verne." Emmett yawned and shook his head. "I dunno. Told him to play out his fantasies. Dunno what they were exactly. Could be a while."

"Yeah... should we check on him?"

The question hung in the air for a moment as they both considered their options. Did either of them care enough to make sure Verne wasn't hurt or in trouble?

"...naaaah," they both said at the same time.

They giggled, and Red reached over to flick off the light. "We can find him in the morning," he murmured.

"Sounds good."

The crickets outside their window mixed with their steady breathing to lull them to sleep. The possibilities of tomorrow called them, their dreams tonight could be their reality when they awoke.

"...hey, Emmett. Still awake?" Red whispered through a haze of exhaustion.

"...mnnyeah?"

"Y'know what woulda been really fucked up? You coulda let me keep all my memories, and like, emotions and love and all that shit. But, like, make me do whatever you say anyways. No chance of stoppin' ya, no help comin for me, just... ruining everyone I care about and raping their cute cunts and holes against my will."

Emmett wriggled a bit in bed and yawned. "Yeah... that'd be fucked up. Gotta remember that."

That was the last thought either of them had before their dreams claimed them.