Coal Black: En Passant
#6 of Coal Black
So, one more chapter! It's quite a bit shorter than the last, but the plot finally is unfolding. How will Cole deal with his own personal run-in with Coal Black?
Three weeks had passed since the four had met. Three weeks of scouring the streets, the police database, reports. Three weeks of one political figure after another being raped and left in a quivering mess of semen, right in plain view.
Cole stood next to Auger, watching him work. The mouse had changed much in the few weeks they had been together. He looked down at his body, making a fist. He could see muscle bulge slightly along his forearm and bicep. His endurance had doubled, his libido more so. He recognised the energies involved, nanotech infused with voodoo magic. He still hadn't figured out how it all worked. That's where Auger was being their biggest asset.
The mouse was wired into the command chair, ports he had grafted into his neck plugged him in, electrical impulses from his brain traveling in and out of the computer, guiding it like an extension of his body. He looked at peace, his eyes closed, head tipped back, softly twitching his fingers in open air as if gesturing. The screens were full of text, images, websites, databases, reports. They flicked back and forth, windows swapped, moved, arranged faster than any normal input could.
Cole idly smirked to himself. Here before him was what was portrayed in so many movies. Being in the computer, flitting along cyberspace with the mind. Yet there were no flashy 3D graphics, no flybys, no outrageous interfaces. Just his mouse, twitching, erect and aroused, channeling himself through a realm that he could not describe with words. "Find anything?" the dragon asked.
"Not yet," Auger replied, his eyes moving under his closed eyelids, as if asleep. "Though I've had a few promising leads. I can't believe I was so reluctant to do this at first..." The mouse trailed off, his body tensing as a wave of twitches ran through his body. "It's better than I could have ever imagined."
Cole knit his brows, only to shake his head. "Tell me if you find anything, I'm going to go out. If this... Coal Black's MO is as we suspect, I think a little undercover footwork will help a lot."
"You always think footwork will help," came the teasing reply.
"Oh stuff it, you love it just as much as I do," the dragon countered, leaning down to kiss Auger on the forehead. "You know how to reach me."
Twenty minutes later, a hot two seat sports car rumbled through downtown Danvers. The thing was angular, sharp, corners and flat panels showing a vehicle of another age. Cole was dressed to the nines as he slipped the rumbling, diesel powered track car into parking garage and slipped out. A quick flip of his wrist and the remote lock engaged with a soft 'meep'. The german made track monster was just barely street legal, plenty of money having greased palms to make sure it stayed that way.
The fine suited male stepped into the hotel's lobby, where he proceeded to walk not to the counter, but to a side door marked 'employees only'. Once inside, he hit the freight elevator and slid a card through the reader inside. The elevator beeped once, then started upwards quickly.
There was a soft 'ding' when the lift reached it's mark, doors opening into a blank hallway with a pair of doors to either side. He stepped towards one, swiped his card again and waited for it to 'click'. With a soft push, he stepped into a changing room. The dragon grinned as he peeled off his coat first, then slipped out of his shirt. A little pull on his belt, and he was stripping down. As he bared himself to the currently empty room, the effects of repeated exposure to Auger's altered physiology were clear. He was notably larger, pushing sixteen inches. If he didn't know that Josh... Auger could take it, he'd be ashamed of being so overly large.
With a quick grab of a locker, clothes were pulled out and the suit was crammed back in. First came the pants, baggy denim in black, covered in silver D rings, buckles, straps, with a pair of lime green suspenders hanging off the back. Over his chest he tugged a tight UV reactive green shirt with 'claw marks' ripped across the belly. Black fishnet gloves tightened over his forearms to the elbow, and a quick stamp put a star of hot pink UV reactive face paint over his left eye.
He could already feel the pumping bass through the wall as he approached the far door. A swipe and a beep later, and the heavily insulated door swung back and in, revealing a darker room. He closed the locker room up behind, then turned to push his way through the inner door, opening out into a mass of writhing bodies! Males, females, males that looked like females, it was hard to tell, hard to care the moment the pounding music washed over him. Heat and bodies, sweat and sex, musk and perfumes. All of it mixed together in the face of the massive rave.
Cole waded out into the twisting bodies, feeling the music begin pounding into his core, breaking through his normal control, begging him to dance, asking him to join, demanding he worship The Beat. He slid closer to the DJ box, flashed his smile and member card at the security guard, a lion with ear filters in. A quick grin from the feline, and he was climbing the stage. With a swipe, he grabbed a wireless mike and made a motion to the DJ.
The music kept pumping for another five minutes before the volume dropped and his voice called out, "Who's ready to PARTAAAAAAAY?" All eyes shifted to the stage upon which the DJ booth and sound system was set. "That's right folks, CD's here and it's time to really get this dance into gear. Lets put it up for DJ BadWolf and his box of tricks, eh?" The DJ, a rat with so many piercings he must be the airport's worth nightmare pumped his fist into the air! he tipped his head back and HOWLED, the crowd joining in a moment later. "Woo, alright you sexy, sexy people, drop that E and grab your partner, because tonight we get... dirty." He backhand tossed the mic back to the DJ, who howled again.
As Cole left the stage and melted into the crowd, his brows narrowed. Something didn't smell right. Not right at all. The music picked back up, but quickly began to distort, the bright and happy hardcore that had been playing turning dirty, filthy and grungy. He could see some girl riding a guy's dick in the middle of the dance floor. Nothing out of the ordinary there. A glance to the left, some guy was getting a blowjob by his boyfriend... a couple of regulars, those.
For all his powers of observation, Cole just could not see anything out of place. It just didn't feel right. The frustration quickly melted away as a female lizard grabbed him and started to dance, grinding up against his front while squeezing his chest. He played along, grinding against her and even grabbing her in a deep kiss before the music shifted again and she rotated out, partners moving, changing. It wasn't long before he was pressed up against a guy who went right for his junk, stroking his thick shaft right through the leg of his trip pants.
Cole moaned, of course, pressing up against the other guy and kissing him just as passionately as the female had before him. He couldn't help but feel aroused, the wolf's scent... alluring. He thought nothing of it though, it was a rave, hormones were raging, pheromones were flying. His mind turned off as he spun about and started grinding against the lupine, feeling his thick shaft grinding up between his rumpcheeks through both their clothes.
Hands pressed to his back as he bumped and ground, curling his tail around the other male. They kept together through most of the track, but as the music once again shifted, he felt the male's now damp crotch pull away. It was replaced by another, one that was noticeably larger than the wolf and one whose scent was much, much nicer on his nose. Cole barely noticed as wisps of black caressed his face, sliding into his flared nostrils, tickling his arousal and softening his mind.
The happy dragon pushed back, eagerly grinding into the thick, thick male at his back. His arousal grew, the leg of his pants bulging as his cock begged for release. It didn't come though, no... he was instead guided to stand, pulled back against a bare, soft chest with two black furred arms encircling his body. A muzzle pressed to his ear and a gentle, "Hello Mr. Danvers," was whispered to him. Lips met his neck, pleasure rolled this his body. "A very male creature you are. You like men? You like cock?"
The words made his body stiffen each time that voice rolled over his ears. "n...no," he lied shakily, his voice impossible for any of the drunken, high, wild ravers about him.
"Oh, but I think you do. I saw how you were grinding against that wolf. Loving his cock. Cock is important, isn't it, Mr. Danvers?" The voice was like sex to the dragon's ears. He couldn't hold up his facade for long.
"I... I've... touched a few," Cole moaned, his own throbbing deep in his pants. A wet stain was beginning to form where the tip was trapped within.
"Oh, just a few?" The skunk's voice kept pouring into the dragon's head, into his mind. "I bet it's more than that. But none of them will compare to my Cock, Mr. Danvers." The soft touch of the other male traveled down his body, cupped his crotch. Fingers gripped his balls and tenderly traced the bulge of his needful erection. "Why don't we slip upstairs and I'll show you a real Cock, a man's penis?"
Cole wanted to protest, he wanted to say something. He felt like he should. But he also felt like it was the most amazing idea in the world, to see what must be a splendid organ. Without a word, the dragon took the skunk's hand and began to walk, guiding him through the club. Each step rubbed his cock inside his pants, pre running down his leg and dripping into his shoes.
The music pounded in his ears, the scent pounded in his nose, everything a blur as he slid his card into a reader, the door clicking. That wonderful, black furred hand pushed the door open and he was lead now. Into the stairwell he went, then up, up to the next floor where he had a private room overlooking his little club. Swipe. Beep. The air cleared and with it so did a little of his mind.
"H... hey! What are you doing?" The dragon demanded, only for wisps of black from the skunk to caress his face again. "oh.. oh that's what you're doing," he answered himself, relaxing back into the skunk's embrace.
"I am Coal, Mr. Danvers. And I am here to fix this city. I'm sure you've seen the news..." Lips again, on the dragon's neck, pleasure through his loins. "You're a very respected family name, Mr. Danvers. But, being the youngest, you have access to all your family's funds with none of the responsibilities of your elders."
Cole was walked into the room, a hand pressing to his shoulder. He complied happily, tail swishing back and forth as he sank down. He didn't ask, but felt it was ok to unzip his pants as he sunk, pulling his shaft out and leaving it bare. "Yes, yes I do have... so much..."
"And that place of plenty, Cole, who's name is so close to mine, is why I want you." Coal swung around in front of the dragon male and pressed the bulge of his tight leather pants to the other male's nose. "Breathe in the scent of Cock, Cole. Breathe it in and let me show you the vision I have for the whole world."
Cole drew in a deep breath, he had to. He couldn't resist. He was so, happy here, between the skunk's legs. With a trembling hand, he reached up and caresses the skunk's package. "It's so warm," Cole found himself saying. The dragon's eyes closed, his fingers caressed, his cheek rubbed. Yes, he was happy here.
"Ah, so you do love Cock, don't you?" Said the black skunk, reaching down to carefully unbutton his slacks. "But you will love my Cock most of all."
Cole's face pulled back, his eyes locked on the still sealed fly before him. Slowly the black paw pulled down against the slacks, pulled, peeled... the bulge within making it difficult to maneuver the shuttle along the teeth. However, as the fabric and metal parted, a sight that made his heart skip a beat was presented to the dragon. The thick, black head came down, slowly swinging from within the confines of those clothes. Confines that leaked black mist, wisps that reached out, caressed the dragon's face and pulled him closer. Wisps that slipped into his nose and left him in a state of euphoria.
His own bare dick squirted against the skunk's shoes as he leaned in, following the urging of that mind numbing scent until he felt his nose against the wonderful pilar. "What a wonderful Cock," his voice rang out. And he knew it was true. It was wonderful, beautiful in ways he could not describe. The best Cock he had ever seen or touched. "I want to love it even more."
The skunk smiled. For a dragon, this one was so easy. He was right though, when he saw the dragon grinding against the wolf, he knew... "Then you can love it, Cole. Love my Cock, all cock. Love cock and cock alone." He pressed his flesh to the purple snout before him, seeing the devotion to dick in the other male's eyes.
It was different than his first conquest, different from the others who were so straight they were painfully closeted. To take someone who was curious, to push them, their reaction was deliciously rewarding in its own right. Lips kissed his ebon flesh, dragged along his pride, rubbed his musk into themselves in worship.
Tongue, next, a black tongue that rivaled his own flesh for its dark tones. Glossy saliva was left behind, marking where the young dragon had caressed his spire. Lick after lick Coal's shaft was turned a glossy black, glistening in the light and polished until it shone. It was a loving, adoring caress of a long time cocklover, not the hungry adulations of a newly opened mind.
Cole, for his part, was in love. This male, this skunk, his scent, his taste. It was the perfect Cock. He himself was big, sure, but this... It didn't have to be huge, it was just right. Oh, the skunk was big, yes, thick and long, but the right length. Perfect. He wrapped his lips around the broad head, feeling it fit his mouth just right. He had to hold his mouth no more open or closed then felt amazingly comfortable. Down, down he went, swallowing Cock, worshiping it as it touched the back of his throat.
The dragon paused, swallowed, then pulled back slowly. "Your Cock is wonderful, Coal," he murmured, "So pure, so hard... Does it only go in the mouths of men?" The question actually caught the skunk off guard.
"Ah... mmmn... well, so far, yes. I have yet to find a male willing to offer their ass. They all wish to spend their time worshiping with tongue and lips." Coal tried not to show any hesitation, any second thoughts. That this male was offering their ass was... delicious! No one yet had thought of it, and those he had taken so far were more than happy to mount and be mounted, but not by him. No, they could never peel their lips from his shaft or balls. He had to ask, "Are you offering yourself to me?"
The dragon said nothing, only drawing his hands away, pulling his lips from that cock. That simple act was difficult for Cole. It was visible in his eyes, how much he wanted to stay close, licking, touching. "But a cock like this deserves all the pleasure a male can give," he finished his thought aloud.
Legs shifted, purple hide glinted with a sheen of sweat. The black trip pants fell, showing no underware below, just a bare set of cheeks and an upturned tail. "Take me, Coal. Take me please. I want to worship your Cock, all cock, as it should be."
Coal couldn't refuse! The honest longing in the dragon's voice, the upturned tail... The already saliva slick cock of the skunk was brought in line as he dropped to his own knees behind the other male. It kissed between those cheeks, rubbed against the ring. It had been so long since he had taken someone like this... so with a steady hand and a low growl, the black cock sunk into the dark ring of flesh below that purple tail.
Both males moaned together, Coal pushing inward and Cole pushing back. Both met in the middle, hips hitting ass and balls slapping together with a heavy thud. The dragon was obviously experienced, his ass swallowed that skunk cock and held it like a velvet glove around a fine crystal goblet. Every motion the skunk's hips made slid against the hot, soft insides of the dragon's rear.
Black balls met purple, cock squelched through damp ring. Coal's pre gushed from his shaft, soaking into the walls of the dragon beneath him. Each thrust of the skunk's hips added to the slickness inside, made the next thrust easier, made Cole's belly more full. The dragon's balls felt heavier too, each swinging impact reminding Coal of his goals and his desires for his victim. They were fast, but since he was fucking the dragon's ass, it was no surprise.
Again and again hips met, the sounds of sex grew louder as they clashed, thrust, separated and clashed again. Each time more pre was shot across Cole's chest from his own throbbing cock. His Cock... not as good as the Cock he was worshiping, but it was his. He watched his cock, watched it slap his belly each time the skunk's hips slammed home, watched his balls jostle, watched the way his tip yawned to spray pre. No wonder, he thought, that Auger and the others had fallen so in love with their changes.
Cole could feel his ass changing... growing more accustomed to the Cock, to Cole Cock... To worshiping that perfect dick. He welcomed it with his entire being, learning new ways on the spot to clench, to twist, to pulse the muscles of his belly. Control. That was always on his mind. Control. Control his ass, control the pleasure, control the worship. But control was hard to come by as pleasure mounted. It was harder to stay controlled... he wanted to let go. He needed to let go.
"That's it... I'm almost there, Cole. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum and you can start your new life in the open, for all to see!" The skunk's hips worked faster, the slapping of flesh gaining in tempo as the pleasure of both males rose. Male.
"Please, cum. Please!" the dragon began to grunt, each word punctuated by a thrust back against the skunk. "Cum! Please! Cum! PLEASE!" For the first time in his life, Cole lost control. He lost himself in the moment and reached his peak begging like one of the boys he so often would secret away in this very room. The dragon shot himself in the face with his own seed, splattering the cream everywhere. Cock.
Coal's dick throbbed, feeling the powerful contractions that tugged at his shaft. With a low growl, he gave in himself, driving to the hilt and holding fast. He gripped the purple ass below as his seed pumped from his cock, flooding the other's guts. Cum.
Cole's head tipped back, maw open, frosted in his own seed, milking, tugging, making sure that his skunk, his Cock was worshiped... he could feel the seed sloshing in his belly, an incredible load, unbelievable, filling him up from below. Ass.
Both males held together, only for the skunk to lower himself down over the dragon's back and meet his upturned, seed stained lips. The two kissed, they kissed as lovers, partners, long and slow with their tongues intertwined. Coal loved the taste of the dragon's seed, though he would never speak such aloud. Instead, he happily shared it with his new conquest, knowing full well the male was his. Male.
The moment ended with a final heave from both their hips, both males hot. Both glistening with a sheen of sweat and stained across their loins in seed. The kiss broke slowly, strands of saliva and semen trailing between lips. Longer and longer they drew before snapping, leaving both staring at each other.
Cock withdrew from ass, black furred loins matted with seed were stuffed back into pants, and the skunk stood. "I must go," he panted, having exerted himself more than he meant to. "But I will find you again, when I need your help. You and I... we will fix this city." The skunk couldn't help but stare longingly at the dragon as he borrowed the male's keycard to access the stairs. He tossed it back to the panting dragon and left, thick tail flowing behind him before vanishing behind the door.
It was almost fifteen minutes later that Cole drew himself up out of the puddle of his own seed. His clothes were ruined, soaked in cum in so many places he'd have to get them laundered. He managed to roll over onto his back and pant. Did that just happen?
He thought back through it all, snuffled at the air, got the skunks scent and felt his erection return. Yup, it happened. A quick check over his body revealed no drastic changes, save for the swollen balls that now adorned his loins. Touching them felt good. Too good. So did stroking his cock.
Quickly, Cole let Bishop take over. He took stock of himself. His allegiance? Still to his city. His goals, to protect it from those who would do it harm. Who was doing it harm? He paused. Hesitation wavered through him. Was the skunk truly doing harm?
Yes.
The answer came back clear. He had to admire the skunk's goals and resourcefulness. But Coal Black had crossed a line when he turned to rape and mind control to try and force social change.
Bishop fumbled for his pants, pulled out a in ear headset and slipped it into his canal. It beeped. "Auger... I was right. Nngh... Have LT and Alleyway come get me. I have... a fresh sample."
He disconnected the call and returned to the most important thing on his mind right now. That meaty black cock in his face and the fact he was touching it with his own lips. This was going to be a long night.