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(Content warning: medium gore ahead. It's not what I usually do so I figured I'd give a heads up. It's a short scene, and I'll mark when it's started and ended.)

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The next morning came swiftly. It was all too tempting to stay in bed and go back to sleep, but the memory of last night hit them both at the same time, and suddenly they were filled with the drive to get out of bed and start making the world anew. There was then the temptation to have painful, sloppy, kinky sex for hours upon hours. This one they gave into, and it was just after noon by the time they crawled out of their apartment and started making their way towards Verne and his uncle's shop. It was a short walk through a park, a perfect way to start the day.

Emmett stepped out first, wearing a wide smile and seeming almost genuinely chipper. Anyone who didn't know him might get the wrong idea about the kind of person he was, could mistake him for outgoing and friendly. His shirt rode slightly up his cum-plumped belly and there was a blatant bulge where the base of his massive plug was, but aside from that he could have passed as normal. His fat ass swung with his strut, but the spitshine cleaning from Red only made a slight damp patch on his cheeks. Even the fat joint hanging from his lips was a dick move, but nothing he hadn't done in public before.

Red, who followed Emmett a few paces behind, could not. The maned wolf was almost unrecognizable to anyone who knew him, or he would be had Emmett's magic not forced people to simply accept the new Red without question. He wore a pair of viper-styled sunglasses and his trademark hoodie, but little else.

He was completely bottomless. His muscular legs were on full display, as were his swinging, churning balls and his shit-stained sheath. His cock flopped in front of him, constantly hard despite the lack of any stimulation. It burped out thick wads of precum every few steps, struggling to relieve his freakishly virile balls. That was all owed to his swollen prostate. The steroids new Red had taken since childhood had a part to play in that, but most of it came from the simple fact that Emmett thought it would be hot to have Red's prostate four times the normal size. He thought it, and it was so.

"Hi, Red! See you at the meeting tomorrow?" While they strolled down the bike lane, yet another passerby tried to engage the maned wolf in conversation. It was normal for every other person to stop Red in the street for a quick hello, but it was old Red that enjoyed it. This Red only restrained himself because Emmett told him to.

"Ah... yeah, of course." He put on a strained smile in hopes the fox kid would go away. For a moment it seemed like he would go on, but luckily someone called him in the distance, and he bounded with an eager wave.

"Ugh." Red rolled his eyes. "God, how did I stand it back then? Shit I'm just walkin, why do you gotta bother me, y'know?" Still, he threw a quick glance over his shoulder towards the fox and scooped up his cock, idly rubbing it. Precum burbled out, leaving a trail on the lane behind them.

Emmett laid an understanding hand on Red's side, but didn't bother comforting him. It was true after all, but why should that concern him? He was information gathering, and if his smelly boyfriend had to put on a smile, so be it. "Alright, now who was that?"

"Oh, the fox? Kendal, he goes to the 4H club that I volunteer at. Tomorrow's our weekly meeting."

Interesting. The dingo tucked that nugget of information in the back of his mind. He took a long toke on his blunt and blew it back towards the retreating fox. "You really do know just about everyone, don't you?"

Red grinned a bit. "Yeah, people like to be around you when you aren't a psychotic pervert." Emmett shot him a look and his grin widened. "Oh c'mon, you know it's true. Didn't say it's a bad thing!"

"You go on like that and I'm gonna let people realize how weird you're acting," Emmett bit back. "I didn't save you to insult me, I saved you because you're useful."

That was a lie, of course, but Red didn't see a point in trying to convince Emmett he was wrong. He knew the grumbling dingo loved him whether or not he admitted it to himself. Besides, though the smile hiding on Emmett's lips told Red he wasn't actually offended, it wouldn't be smart to go against him twice in a row, even as a joke.

"So yeah, uh... you see those horses up there? Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, they own a lot of the buildings in town. I fix them up for extra cash sometimes. Or I used to, anyways."

The change of topic flew over Emmett's head. He toked deep and held it a moment before coughing it out. "Sounds like useful people to know. I'll work on them later, they're kinda boring for my taste."

Right. Emmett was trying to find the most entertaining people to start with. Red's eyes searched the crowd as it grew with workers on their lunch break. No one really stood out, but he had to give his boyfriend something. Someone near them yelled something, but both of them ignored it.

"Hmm... there's, uh... see that fox over there? Name's Archer, met him in college. Total nerd, we used to play games together between study sessions. Last I heard he was top of his class."

Top of his class? Now there was something. "You can't tease me like that, you ass. Tell me more." Emmett was already growing quite comfortable just ordering Red around. Another yell and a ringing bell.

"Oh um, he's shy but nice enough. Always got his nose buried in a book, probably gay but a total prude, um..." Red grinned. "Right, he's a total neat freak."

The grin that had flirted with Emmett the whole walk finally bubbled to the surface.. "A neat freak? I can work with that. What do you say-"

"Coming behind you!"

Emmett yelped as an otter on a bike missed him by inches, swerving onto the grass to avoid a collision.

"What the-? Fuck you, asshole!" Emmett flipped him the bird and went for his blunt, only to find himself sucking on nothing but air. He looked down to see it had canoed, and thanks to the biker blasting by, the burning bit rolled out onto the ground.

He looked up at the biker, who threw a "Sorry!" and an apologetic wave as he looked back, like it would make things right. What a fucking prick! Didn't even give a warning like a half decent person. Those big-ass headphones he was wearing just solidified to Emmett what a douche this man must be.

!--- cs: gore --!

Emmett snapped his fingers.

The otter's bike seat immediately transformed into a forearm-sized horse cock and shot up his ass without a drop of lube. His eyes flew wide. For a moment there was only a strangled gurgle. Then he broke out into a full on scream. His hands flew back to clutch at his impaled hole, only to find them covered in blood and scream more.

It was only by Emmett's grace that the bike stayed upright and moving. Blood trickling from the otter's hole left a splattered trail behind him. For a moment everyone nearby looked up, ready to help whoever it was that was screaming, but just as quickly they looked down. After all, there was nothing unusual about that particular otter screaming, was there?

Revenge's burning thrill sent a shiver down Emmett's spine, but he wasn't done yet. He nudged Red with a grin. "Watch this."

Emmett snapped again.

The speakers in the otter's headphones turned into exact dildo replicas of Emmett's now-tenting cock. They slammed through his ears and into his brain, pulverizing them instantly. The couple barely got to see his eyes roll back and his jaw go slack before his bike wobbled and crashed into a tree. The otter flew through the air like a ragdoll before skidding to a crumpled halt on the asphalt bike path.

"Jesus fuck, Emmett," Red rumbled with an impressed grin. "You came up with all that on the spot?"

The dingo shrugged. "Might have had this specific fantasy once or twice."

"Honestly, that tracks."

They turned their attention to their otter assailant, walking towards him as they followed the path.

A pool of blood spread at both ends of the otter's body, one from some pretty severe scrapes on his skull, and the other still flooding from his impaled ass. Judging by the color of the blood, there had to be something punctured in there. Despite the extensive damage, he still seemed to be conscious, writhing on the ground as he foamed at the mouth.

On closer approach, he was less intact than his writhing body had come off. He was moving, to be sure, but not writhing - rather, his body jerked and seized, contorting its broken self into grotesque angles. His jaw clenched hard enough to visibly crack his teeth, and he gurgled through the pink-white foam. His eyes rolled in different directions and his pupils shrank to pinpoints, almost gone entirely. Chunks of brain pushed out of his gaping ears and his nostrils, tumbling into the rapidly growing pool of blood.

Most interestingly, his cock throbbed with what precious blood was left in his body, throbbing as it practically pissed pre through his tight lycra shorts. They left nothing to the imagination. Every vein, every curve, practically every hair on that cock was accentuated by the stretchy fabric, and even his surprisingly hefty balls were clear as day.

Emmett stepped over the biker as one would avoid a pile of dogshit and continued on. Red only stopped for a moment. He rubbed the pre-slick cock with his massive feet before pressing down on those churning balls. The otter's gurgles slid into a scream and his cock throbbed even harder. He bucked in the air the best he could. Red's toes kept his balls in place, tethering him to the ground. Without expression the maned wolf pressed harder and harder.

Finally the otter let out a garbled squeal of pleasure as orgasm slammed into the bits of grey matter left clinging to his brainstem. Thick white ropes of cum shot through the lycra into the air and splattered all over the biker. Red pushed down just a little harder. Finally there came two wet squishing noises as each of the otter's balls finally popped. The white sprays of cum grew weaker, and then pink, and then red. Then they stopped entirely.

Red ground his sack into the concrete for good measure, then rejoined Emmett before he got too far away. The otter's body still spasmed behind him, though they grew weaker and weaker. A few kids splashed through the puddle of blood without even registering the otter's existence. No one even noticed that there was an otter there at all.

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"So!" Red clapped his hands and picked back up the conversation. "Something about him being a neat freak, right?"

Emmett nodded with an impish grin. "Oh yeah, the prude faggot fox. Seems like he can be fun. Maybe something longer term? I was thinking we could turn him into a dumb slobby slut? Could be fun to ruin him and make him happy about it."

"Oh, that's fun!" Red nodded, then paused a moment to think. "Or you could kinda do to him what you did to me."

Emmett tipped his head. "Make him love me? Explain."

"Well, you took all the emotions and dedication I had towards friends and shit and turned them all towards loving you, right? And you made me know about it and love it, right?"

One lover was enough for now. A second one would just be exhausting. "Get to the point, I already know this shit."

Red grinned. "Well, do the same thing to the prude, but make it all about lust. All that drive to read books and his love for writing and games? Make it all go towards filthy, slobby, shitty lust. His relationships, aspirations, studies, all that shit is directed to his lust instead."

"So just make him a second you, basically, except he's in love with being gross instead of me. I mean I guess it isn't bad, isn't it pretty much my plan with extra steps?" Emmett's voice had an edge of impatience to it.

"See, that's the kicker. He's like me, but he's not the same as me. I know what's going on and I'm forced to love it, which is why I'm so happy. Imagine if you made me super devoted and addicted to you, but that was the only thing you changed about me?"

"Well, you'd be..." Emmett trailed off as realization dawned in his eyes.

"Right! I'd be fucking horrified, you're doing all this terrible shit that I hate, but I'm suddenly so devoted that I'll do literally anything for you. Imagine how tortured I'd be narcing on all these dumbasses and helping you ruin everything I remember loving."

"...fuck," Emmett swore under his breath. He grinned a little and swore again. "Fuck! That's brilliant, holy shit. I knew you were worth keeping around. That's twisted."

Red couldn't help but blush and grin sheepishly. "Yeeaah, it is. Poor fucker, he's still gonna love books and nerd shit like that, but he's gonna find himself jacking off instead. The more he tries to push himself to do the shit he actually loves, the more fucked up and filthy his lust is gonna be. And at some point he literally just can't stop himself. It's like drugs, he hates it but he can't stop doing it."

"Goddamn! You're gonna have to introduce me one of these days, maybe tomorrow?" Emmett smacked Red's ass, which made the maned wolf feel more loved and appreciated than all of his past relationships combined.

"Yeah, maybe! We'll play it by ear. Don't wanna overload ourselves. Can't wait to see him sob as his life falls apart, though."

Emmett nodded his approval. For a moment the two walked in happy silence. The gurgling otter far behind them was the only hint anything was fucked up. He glanced at Red's massive hand. The thought of holding it made him blush despite himself. He slid his hand into Red's, who took it with a firm but gentle grip.

Fuck. This was almost as good as everything else that had happened.

"Sooo... we're about there. Who else do you know out here?" Emmett rested his head against Red's rippling bicep.

"Hmm... you see that couple up there?" He nodded towards a dragon and tigress walking a feral husky with a green collar. Emmett glanced up and found them. The first thing he noticed was how well dressed the two were. The second was that the dog was neutered: a quick thought fixed that, and soon enough a fat pair of doggie balls ballooned out and swung beneath his tailhole, just as it should be.

"Well, they're Zane and Lucia Woods, they're the ones that run the country club. Rich fuckers."

Woods... the name echoed familiar in Emmett's mind. He vaguely recalled meeting the tigress at some function or other as a kid. She was in charge and he didn't remember the tiger. Most likely married in for the wealth and took her name. Fucking cuck.

"Yeah, I know them. Or the chick at least. Real fucking stickler about social etiquette and stuff, she yelled at me when I ran around the club as a kid. Dunno the guy though."

The maned wolf nodded. "You wouldn't. Dude married in a few months ago. True love and shit. They donate a lot to the church, that's how I got to know them. Pretty decent people actually."

Red's words fell on deaf ears as Emmett stewed about those old memories. That bitch Lucia was always so proper. Who the fuck cared which fork comes before which spoon, or who was allowed to marry who? He could remember her throwing a fit just because some old guy was dating a slut in her twenties. Why not just let the golddigger get her money?

"Shut up." Emmett interrupted Red, who was still droning on about something. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do to this stuck up bitch. Just hang back and watch."

Emmett approached the happy couple from behind. They almost tripped as they stumbled to a halt, neither quite knowing why they stopped walking. It gave the dingo a moment to really appraise them. The tigress was cute enough, for a woman. Tall, a sizable bust (but not too big), a bit of a belly but not so much it implied she was out of shape. The skirt and croptop combo was really working for her. The dragon, however... that man was a snack. Broad shoulders, a cute ass, and enough dorky himbo vibes to make even Emmett charmed.

"Hey there!" Emmett called out. The couple turned around as if on a swivel, not quite able to move naturally. The confusion on their faces grew, but social etiquette demanded they ignore their discomfort. Their dog remained turned around, busy sniffing something

"Oh, hey," Lucia gave a small smile. "Hi, can I help you?"

He ignored her entirely, instead turning towards Zane. "Hey man, just wanted to say what a cute relationship you're in. You two look like you're perfect for each other."

Zane was clearly weirded out. "Um, thanks man. She is pretty great."

The dingo pretended to be confused. "She? I wasn't talking about your pet."

"I..." Zane opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. He frowned as a weird brain fog settled in, but just as quickly as it descended, it disappeared again. Huh, odd.

"Yeah haha I know. Pepper over there likes being called a girl sometimes, hence the outfit. It really gets him going."

He whistled to call over his boyfriend, who obediently left the interesting smell and trotted up to Kane's side. The dragon reached down and gave him a loving pat, which made the happy husky wag even more. Interestingly, the once-nude feral was now wearing a custom fitted pink crop top and a skirt so short it did nothing to hide his heavy balls and winking hole.

Lucia, meanwhile, was standing there completely nude. She wore a green collar, a leash, and a completely blank look on her face as she panted and drooled. 'How's that for proper, bitch?' Emmett murmured under his breath.

The dragon tipped his head. "What was that?"

"Oh, nothing! I was just asking if I could pet your tiger. She looks really well cared for!" Without waiting for a response, Emmett cupped one hand on her cunt and another on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them as rough as he could, in a homosexually-driven distaste. Lucia moaned and wagged, eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her now simple mind.

"Hah yeah, she's great. I've had her for a while now." Zane gave her a little scritch under the chin. "Pepper and I met about a year ago, and we've been together ever since. I'm so glad Lucia took to him, she's usually pretty protective over the guys I date."

Red grinned as he looked on from a distance, just close enough to hear most of what was being said. Turning the status-obsessed rich bitch into nothing but a naked pet was a pretty dang ironic punishment, just like Emmett said he was going after. He expected the dingo to let the new couple be, but to his surprise, the dingo stuck around making small talk. He approached to better hear what was going on.

"...pretty common to see pets neglected after their owners get in a relationship, you had any trouble keeping up with her?" Emmett honestly seemed pretty natural making small talk for once.

Zane's eyes widened. "Oh, no, never! I love Lucia so much, I'd give her the world if I could."

"Really now?" The dingo tipped his head. "Doesn't look like it to me. Looks like your love for her was replaced by your love for your filthy, horny dog to me."

All at once, Lucia went from a well cared for pet to a neglected mongrel. Her fur grew dull, greasy and unkempt. Hunger gnawed at her eyes and ate away her belly, leaving her much skinnier than before. Her tits and ass were as fat as ever, but those were the only things that stayed the same.

An embarrassed blush creeped across Zane's cheeks as he realized how obvious his lie was. "Y-Yeah, I guess that's true... I just can't stop fucking my filthy, horny Pepper." He reached down and gave his mutt a pat on the head. "I barely feed her honestly, she mostly eats whatever shit Pepper and I don't scarf down from each other."

A brown crust appeared on Lucia's lips as Zane admitted his neglect, her ribs sticking out a little further, her eyes just a little duller.

Emmett smiled. "That's okay, honestly. Feels like you lust for Pepper way more than you do your pet anthro, so what's the point of really taking care of it? Hell, you two can't stop fucking for anything."

This change had less obvious effects than those coming before. Zane's crotch bulged a little more, Pepper's hole gaped just a little bit. The feral subtly raised his tail up and to the side, and the dragon's eyes flickered to his puffy rim.

He managed to hold out a full four seconds before he gave into the lust Emmett forced into him, sinking to his knees and practically tearing his pants off to free his cock. Red was impressed; he knew just how hard it was to resist Emmett's perversion, so lasting even that long was a feat. It was possible Emmett allowed him to resist for a moment just to fuck with him, though - in fact, thinking about it, that seemed the most likely explanation.

Zane's cock took just moments to swell to full mast. He gave it a cursory tug or two before grabbing Pepper's hips and yanking the dog close. Spit to serve as basic lube, a single prod to 'prepare' the mutt, and the dragon slammed inside with a long sigh.

Pepper's hoarse howl gave the idea that he wasn't enjoying, but his wagging tail and swelling cock slipping out its sheath said otherwise. They rested there for a moment to allow Pepper to grow used to his lover's draconic cock, then Zane started slamfucking the mutt like a wild animal. There were no words, no swears, only grunts, snarls and groans as the sophisticated rich dragon devolved into little more than a sex crazed beast.

The sound of Zane's heavy balls slapping against Pepper's filled the air, complemented by the wet squelch of the dog's gooey hole. Shit crackled out onto the ground every time the dragon pulled back, plopping into cock-churned piles of mush as his dog lost the ability to hold it any longer. Feral shit was well known to stink worse than anthro, but that didn't phase Zane as he scooped up a handful and slopped it in his maw. He shuddered, but grinned as the acrid taste splashed across his tongue. Pepper let out a jealous whine, but Emmett made sure there was plenty for both. Zane fed a handful to his beloved dog, then another to himself, going on as long as Pepper had shit to push back out.

With a grunt, the dragon wrapped his free arm around Pepper and lifted him in the air to get a better angle at his tight little hole. After wiping his hand on Pepper's face, he started jerking off the dog's knotted, throbbing cock, spraying thick ropes of clear precum across the grass and sidewalk. The two lovers were entirely unaware of the world around them, and wouldn't have stopped if they were. The fact that they'd started fucking in the middle of a conversation didn't bother the formerly-polite Zane in the least. What was more important than the hole of his favorite person in the world?

Red ambled up to Emmett with an impressed grin, not taking his eyes off the loving couple for even a moment. "Goddamn. That's pretty fucked up. Honestly better than the ideas I was having, good job."

Emmett grinned a little at Red's praise, but quickly hid it with a yawn and a stretch. It was pretty obvious, but Red knew better than to point that out. "Yeah, of course it was good. Who do you think fucked you up in the first place? I know what I'm doing."

"Sure as fuck do. I'd never doubt you sexy, I just-"

A climactic groan interrupted Red, and the two looked over to see Zane finishing in Pepper's hole. His eyes rolled back and tongue lolled out as the mutt's belly gurgled and swelled from the sheer amount of cum pumping inside it: a glance at Emmett's bemused face told him that was an on-the-fly decision from the dingo.

Zane gave one last shuddering thrust before pulling out with a wet squelch. Shit and cum clung to his throbbing cock, slowly oozing down his balls and dripping to the ground. His thick seed spurted out Pepper's hole, who simply panted and whined as he tried to recover. The dragon was exhausted as well, but he was coming to rather quickly.

Moments later the dragon had fully recovered, letting out one final tired gasp before his breathing returned to more or less normal. He remained there for a little while, simply taking the time to come back to grips with reality, then fell back to his knees. "Fuck," he breathed. "I love you Pepper."

"Welcome back, shitslut," Red rumbled with a bemused grin. "Have fun?"

Red frowned a bit as the dragon failed to respond. He didn't even acknowledge Red's question. Emmett was frowning as well, so it wasn't a trick from the dingo.

"Hey bitch," he growled. "Look the fuck up when your superiors are talking to you!"

Still nothing. Red's eyes flashed, and he raised his paw to strike the dragon in the back of the head, but Emmett placed a hand on the giant beast's shoulder. All anger drained from him, and only the confusion remained. Why stop him from punishing insolence?

Emmett nodded towards Zane without a word. The maned wolf tipped his head and gave the dragon another look. He was just sitting there, what was so interesting about that?

Then he saw it. Zane wasn't just sitting there with an empty head, he was staring at Pepper's puffy, gaping hole. It wasn't lust or defiance that had overwhelmed the dragon's mind. It was love.

They watched as a grin slowly spread across Zane's face. The dragon's eyes half-closed as he leaned forward and, with a sensual moan, he locked his lips with Pepper's rim and began to passionately french it. Schlurping and gurgling filled the air as he drilled his tongue in and out, sucking down every bit of shit and cum smeared inside. Pepper's eyes rolled back and he arched his ass, cock throbbing back to life as pleasure wracked throughout his body. His hole twitched, which only prompted Zane to grab his dog's hips and pull him even closer to where the dog was sitting directly on his face.

"Jesus," Emmett said with a shake of the head. "That's fucked up. I didn't even do that, something must have already been broken inside his brain before I started fucking around with it. What a nasty fucking whore." He looked down at his throbbing tent. "Real hot though."

Red chuckled, pulling Emmett close and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Yeah, imagine falling in love with an asshole." He sniggered at the wordplay, and Emmett gave him a playful smack on the ass.

"Oh shut up dumbass, he's not in love with the asshole, he's in love with the dog behind it."

His grin grew wider. "Yeah, that sounds pretty familiar too."

Emmett smacked Red's ass again and chuckled. He leaned into Red's massive chest as they watched the two go at it, but by and by Emmett began to grow bored. To really milk the situation, he made Zane perpetually incontinent to give something for the dog to reciprocate, but even that lost enticement quickly.

"Well... I've seen about as much of this as I give a shit about. Wanna go see what that fucktard Verne got up to last night?"

Red looked at Lucia, who was still standing there with hunger in her eyes, her unheld leash dangling between her breasts. "What should we do about her?"

What to do indeed? Emmett pondered for a moment. Could just leave her there, it really wasn't his problem if she was neglected a little more. After all, it'd always been that way. Then again, there was something about her collar...

He sauntered up to the hungry pet, reaching forward and undoing her collar. Life rushed back to her eyes the moment it left her neck, but intelligence did not. She immediately scrambled back a few feet and regarded the dingo and maned wolf with suspicion. Neither of them approached however, and so with one last glance towards her former owners, Lucia scampered away through the underbrush, naked as the wild animal she had become.

They watched her until she crawled out of sight, seemingly hot on the trail of something smelly. Food, perhaps. Lord knows she needed it.

"So what's with the leash and collar?" Red asked.

Emmett looked down at them and thought for a moment, running his thumb across the leather leash. It was tempting to use them on Red, but if he were to get a collar, it would be black with studs, not something cute and green. Perhaps...

He grinned up at him. "Bend down," he ordered. Red leaned down until face to face with Emmett, who clipped the leash to Red's nose ring and gave it a solid tug. The maned wolf let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled onto his knees. He now looked up at Emmett with tears in the corner of his eyes but a throbbing cock and a light blush. His gaze trailed to the collar in Emmett's hand, but instead of squeezing it onto Red's neck, the dingo clipped it around his own.

It felt right. A leash hooked to Red's nose ring, yanked and pulled by Emmett, with no collar disguising the beast he was. A collar snug around Emmett's neck, displaying submission but with no leash to be led by. The two looked in every way exactly what they were. No more lies. No more hidden complexity. Everything out there on the surface.

"C'mon, Red." Emmett tugged on his leash, forcing the beast to his feet. "Let's go figure out what happened to our favorite shitslut."

Red had to hunch down to keep the leash from tugging on his nose. His tail wagged as he followed along, sometimes next to Emmett, but just as often trailing behind him. The surly maned wolf couldn't stop grinning. "Let's go get our friend."