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Day 22 - Straight to gay

"The Gay Ray"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Zane

Anyone would have thought it was some kind of toy. They had more than enough reasons to think that. It was, after all, modeled after a toy. The classic ray guy from many cartoons and old sci-fi shows. It had the size of a handgun and a silver finish, and it had a cone in the cannon with a pointy stick in the middle, resembling an antenna. It was laughable, to say the least, but that's the design Zane chose for his final project.

He put all his effort into it. The eastern dragon of orange scales and pinkish fur wanted to pay homage to the shows that encouraged him to get into science when he was a child. While all the other kids grew up watching the newest anime shows of the season, Zane took a special liking for the classics, both Eastern and Occidental.

That project was his ticket to the company he had been wanting to work at since he entered the campus. And with the deadline approaching rapidly, the dragon wanted to check everything was working in order. He finished it days ago and had been locked in a safe since then, only being taken out to run some tests.

Zane wanted to be sure it worked as expected. It was his biggest invention, after all. Attired in the traditional white lab coat, he inspected the gun to ensure there was no physical damage before and after its use. The silver surface remained cold and smooth, a pleasure to his fingers. The cannon was in good shape too.

Over the desk, his recorder had been capturing the silence of the past two minutes. Zane kept a strict record of everything he had been doing, obsessed with doing everything perfectly; he even transcribed his notes at the end of the day.

"No visual damages on the surface... the trigger works perfectly... battery has been charged after the previous use. It seems to remain in good shape."

He put it down, carefully. A Pacifier Ray. The flashy name said so little about the actual use it had. A ray gun capable of reducing a person's violent behavior to zero in a matter of seconds. It didn't stun or hurt the target. The ray affected the brainwaves to make them more docile for a couple of minutes; perfect to subdue someone without hurting them.

The way it worked was a little more complex than just messing with the brain chemistry, but Zane liked to keep things simple, conscious the people looking to buy his prototype would have no clue of what he'd be saying during the presentation. So, a ray gun to pacify people was exactly the best way to describe it.

"Previous tests have been consistent. Test subjects have presented a progressive reduction in violent behavior after being exposed to the ray. The reduction depends entirely on the time of exposure," he stopped to check on his computer. On the screen, he saw the magnetic resonance of the feral rats he had been used to test the ray. "No subject presents tumor formation or any kind of neurological damage, and their behavior goes back to normal after a couple of minutes. There's no difference either between the Control group and the subjects that were administered a drug to increase violent behavior."

"I believe it's right to say the prototype is functional and ready to be tested on anthro species. This, of course, supposes a problem, as I won't get authorization to do so."

That was the moment Zane broke the protocol and inserted a USB on the computer. By rule, all prototypes and experiments were labeled and monitored by external security, and was forbidden to take them out of the laboratory. The eastern dragon, however, was a firm believer that science shouldn't be subjected to rules that could stop its development.

"Luckily, they don't need to know."

The program he installed helped to get rid of security and gave him a small window to take the ray gun out of the facility without triggering an alarm. This window, unfortunately, was shorter than he expected, and in his hurry, the backpack where the ray gun was hit the wall after taking a quick turn in a hallway.

Zane looked over his shoulders but didn't let his fear take over.

"I'm pretty sure it's fine," he said and escaped the laboratory with his treasure.

The best subjects were the jocks from the football team. They had just finished their practice prior to Friday's game and were walking back to the locker rooms, laughing and pushing each other.

"Why do we even have a football team?" Zane muttered, not even trying to hide his despise.

X University covered several areas, with science being the main focus. The presence of a football team served as a way to show sports and brains weren't in conflict, and while the team wasn't bad--and had even brought the cup home several times--, the dragon believed it was a waste of resources. That, obviously, was his spite against jocks in general, which whom he had a bad history since high school.

The ray gun was safe inside a pocket of the black leather jacket he was wearing. He knew most members of the team had a bad temper, which made them perfect for a test trial. But he couldn't go right in and start blasting; he needed a group he could control. Two, perhaps, enough to test its efficiency.

Minutes later, the team abandoned the locker rooms one by one. None of them noticed the dragon stalking from the distance nor when he moved forward to invade their sanctuary, where only two members remained. They had no reason to believe danger loomed over them, and the exhaustion after practice had their attention span reduced. All they wanted was to sleep for the rest of the day.

Zane was familiar with the insides of a locker room, and while it did surprise him how clean those were in comparison with his memories, the smell of sweat and testosterone was as strong as he remembered. The hall of lockers brought back bitter memories; the laughs and fingers pointing at him as they mocked his body or the joke some idiot played on him. It made him growl and encouraged him to move forward with a test that had revenge written all over it.

The water still running told him where the remaining members were. He moved cautiously, drawn by the sound of their voices muffled by the showers. The steam coming off told how hot the water was, a temperature that had Zane already sweating.

Inside he found his subjects. A tall ExVeemon of big and thick arms and the horn on his nose broken. He kept both wings folded tightly against his back to cover up the tattoo of a dragon head. Next to him was a beefy Growlmon with a bit of fat on the belly and a thicker tail than others from his species; the usually gray hair had been dyed blue and green.

None of them noticed Zane immediately, which gave the dragon time to take the gun out of his pocket and hide it behind his back while it powered up. He felt a bit of heat on the grip, but nothing to worry about.

With a deep sigh he announced his presence, but to get them angry, he added:

"Looks pretty gay to take a bath next to another male."

Both turned to face him immediately, washing the soap from their faces and hands.

"Who said that?" Growlmon growled, not recognizing the voice.

"Who the fuck are you?" ExVeemon followed, taking a good look at Zane.

"Huh... what are you doing here? This place is for the team only!"

Both stopped the water. While the steam covered partially their nakedness, they were still visible. The sight of their muscles alone shrunk Zane's heart; he clenched the ray gun in search of comfort. He was athletic but lacked the courage that made jocks well, jocks. He had never got into a fight and knew that an attempt to throw a punch at any of them would end poorly.

"Oh, I was just curious. I'm working on a project about homosexual tendencies in high-impact sports and how their players try to hide their preferences under a fake camaraderie. I believe you two are the perfect test subjects."

He made sure to put a lot of emphasis and smugness on each word to hurt their ego.

"As I said, it's pretty gay to take a bath next to another male."

"Listen here, shithead!" It was Growlmon the first one to explode. He took a step forward and pointed at Zane, showing off his fangs as he spoke. "Don't think I won't kick your ass just because we're both smart!"

"Calm down, buddy. Someone has a lot of repressed anger," ExVeemon interrupted, going back to his shower. "Trying to be the tough guy now? There's no lady here to impress."

"No? And who's saying that? With a dick that small I'm impressed you don't mind standing next to your boyfriend. It must be pretty humiliating knowing you're half his size."

"Motherfucker..."

Growlmon clenched his fists, and so did Zane, who prepared to shoot at the enraged Digimon. He waited until the reptile-looking creature took the first step to point the gun at him. Surprised, he tried to stop, but it was too late; Zane would stop at nothing, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Two things happened then. The first one: a blue ray was shot from the gun, hitting Growlmon straight in the head. The second one: the grip got too hot in an instant, forcing Zane to drop it and grab his wounded hand. It was an instant that stretched into infinity, with the three of them looking at the gun as it fell to the white tiles. Zane tried to catch it, unsuccessfully, and the grip impacted on the ground, shooting a second ray that hit ExVeemon straight in the face.

The instant ended, and both jocks covered their eyes, blinded after the impact. Both jocks stepped away from Zane, who kept looking between them and the ray gun.

Zane knew something was off. The dragon picked up the gun and ran to hide behind the wall, from where he watched the duo stumbling on the showers. It wasn't just their reaction, that didn't match with the feral rats used on the initial tests. What alarmed the dragon was that both jocks got rock-hard in an instant.

He could perceive the arousal in the air already, a strong scent that outmatched the reek of sweat and dirty clothes that reigned over the locker room. Both jocks were in heat. He had no record of such side effects!

"Could it be...?"

He saw the gun in his hand and remembered the impact from earlier. Did that hit damaged somehow? It was hard to tell, and his brain told him to go back immediately to run back to the lab and run a check. But..

Zane looked again. The studs were coming back to his senses. It was easy to say the anxiety both were suffering. The twitching hands, quick wags from the tail, and their notorious quick breaths; those symptoms could have meant anything else, but it was their notorious boners that told the dragon both studs were excited. And it was the kind of excitement.

The care and love he had put on the project told him to fix it right away! His curiosity over the unexpected effects forced him to stay.

And that's what he did. Peeking from behind the wall, the dragon stared at the studs in silence, preparing himself to memorize every single detail of what was about to happen.

"Wha-? What happened?" Growlmon asked.

"That dickhead had a gun? What the fuck was that?" ExVeemon continued,

With both hands still on his head, he looked at his red friend to see if he hurt him somehow. But instead, his eyes observed the juicy pecs and the fat belly under them. Prey of an unstoppable thirst, ExVeemon dragged his paws forward, with both hands upfront.

"Dude! What the hell?!" Growlmon cried. With no time to react, the chubby reptile grunted when his friend's hands grabbed his pecs firmly.

But he didn't push him away. What his bro was doing felt incredibly nice. And Growlmon wanted him to continue. He had never been with another male; none of them had. They were proud not only of their body count but also of the confidence they had in sharing their girlfriends. And while they, along with the rest of the team, had made the regular gay joke or playful grope on the showers, it had always been a game.

That grope, however, felt different. ExVeemon squeezed hard as if he was trying to milk him. And his grunts from that contact became slowly into moans. The sight of both cocks side to side turned him on immensely; the notorious size difference--easily 3 inches and thicker than his--made Growlmon feel like the one in charge. And he made sure to leave it clear by taking his friend from the hips to get him closer.

ExVeemon experienced what it was to be dominated for the first time. That single pull was enough to let him notice the notorious gap between him and his friend, a Growlmon of quick temper who still loved to joke around and make everyone happy. But at that moment, the stud before him was everything but cheerful; he was looking at him with a devious smile and lust in his eyes, a lust that he had only expressed for the cheerleaders after a game.

"Buddy, I..." ExVeemon tried to say, his hands still obsessed with the juicy pecs.

Growlmon interrupted him by pushing the stud down his knees. ExVeemon had seen cocks before, but never that close, and not one that big!

"Suck it, slut," Growlmon ordered. His voice denoted a strong and firm attitude, proper of someone you don't wanna get angry.

So his friend obeyed, and in a matter of seconds, he was choking on his bro's cock, who treated him the same way he treated any other chick he had been with.

"The ray might have altered the brainwaves to change their sexual preferences instead of their violent impulses. But how?" Zane whispered.

Even at that moment, he was still thinking like a scientist, yet that voice couldn't stop his lust from taking control over his left hand. Focused on the "experiment" taking place before him, the dragon didn't notice when he pulled down his zipper to begin the repetitive and well-known jerking off motion.

His cock was just as hard as theirs, and it throbbed furiously from him watching two straight jocks fucking in the showers. How cliche, and he still loved every second of it. The pre dripped like a faucet while he observed Growlmon facefucking his bro without any sign of showing mercy on him. Both hands kept ExVeemon's face in place, while he huffed like a bull with the head up.

It wasn't just the fact both were straight, but the intensity on which they were doing, and how normal they felt about it. There was no hesitation, no fear, no disgust. They acted as it if was another of their encounters with a chick, moved entirely by their lust.

The gagging and slurping sounds echoed through the entire shower room as they continued, devoted to each other and the attraction they had developed. Until Growlmon was no longer satisfied with just his mouth, and so he lifted him from the floor and put his athletic body against the wall. Without a second to waste, and knowing what was coming, ExVeemon spread his ass and prepared to receive the thick and throbbing cock that had never ruined a male's hole.

The grunts, the shrieks, and then the pleas and moans, Zane witnessed all of it, no longer caring about the observation and submerged completely in the twisted scenario his invention had created. And his mind began to work, pushing aside the moral implications to make room for the evil scientist and his personal harem of straight dudes turned gays.

Zane focused on the steady movement of that fat cock going in and out. Growlmon left all consideration behind and fucked ExVeemon with the same passion and intensity he would've shown with any other girl. He even slapped his ass loud enough that Zane felt it.

"You like it, little slut?" Growlmon asked.

"Yes! Yes!" ExVeemon cried with tears of joy running down his cheeks.

"Yeah! I can tell you've been wanting this dick for a long time. Caught you staring at it multiple times!" Another slap. The movement of his gut after each thrust was almost hypnotic. "How does a male's cock feel like, bitch? You wish you have a cock this big!"

"God, it's so thick!"

"Yes, it is! You like it, bitch?!"

"I do! I do! Give it to me!"

That and more they said to each other, completely submerged into their fantasy. And so was Zane, who had undressed completely by then, leaving the ray gun on the floor next to his clothes. He moved slowly, dragging his paws over the wet tiles, captivated by the slaps of each thrust and the loud moans and huffs.

He never questioned his liking for the scene either. Why would he? He stayed to take notes and suddenly began to jerk off at the scene. Why did he do that? It felt natural. It felt like a part of him.

With all his intellect yet he never considered by a chance the gun was still damaged, emanating a weak radiation that affected him too. Why would he consider that possibility when he had always been attracted to males? Nothing affected his preferences at all. That was his choice.

So he sneaked under Growlmon's legs and licked his hanging balls, trapped by the strong musk he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he scrubbed.

"Yeah, bitch. Lick them well. And get ready because you're next!" Growlmon said and continued his brutal fucking of ExVeemon's ass.

The trio disconnected from the rest of the world, that shower room being their entire universe. And with each thrust, they sank deeper into a trance.

Some members of the team came back after waiting for their friends for too long, afraid something had happened. Instead, they heard the loud echoes of their lovemaking. Some were tempted to look, even join, but the captain, a black bear of massive arms stopped them before they took a peak from behind the wall.

"Let's give them some room," he whispered while imagining the two friends spit roasting one of the cheerleaders.

But as they were about to leave, the bear saw a strange device among the clothes. His curiosity was stronger, so he went to pick up the little silver gun.

"Fuck, never thought they were into roleplay," a lion said, giggling at the weird-looking gun the bear had in his hand.

The bear chuckled, then pointed the gun at the lion who, playfully, put his hands in the air.

"Pew," the bear said and, expecting nothing to happen, pressed the trigger.