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Blackwing Bay Written by Leo_Todrius and Trickster_D Commissioned by Batpaw

The call of the seagulls echoed across the bay, the birds drifting on air currents beneath the salmon pink and tangerine orange sunset. The colorful sunset was reflected by the rich reds, oranges and golds of the fall maples that covered the steep black canyon walls that bordered the bay. For years it had been a destination for deep sea fishers, campers and hikers to take in nature's splendor. There were even cave tunnels that had been tourist destinations in their own right, at least until Blackwing Bay's darkest day.

The docks creaked and groaned as the water came and went. The pylons were choked with seaweed, the wood weathered and neglected. The paint had chipped off of the town store and the roof had caved in on the grange hall. There were cars dotting the landscape, rusted and forgotten, covered in mossy film. It was a ghost town, a town that time had forgotten... but it had not forgotten why.

Yellow tape flapped in the ocean breezes, tied to cement barriers and chain link fences cutting off the only road into town. Metal signs still warned away any visitors; Blackwing Bay was under the care of Yasumoto Corp and a cleanup was under way - or at least it had been. Most of the signs of the cleanup were gone, but every so often there was still a reminder. There was a sign on the town fountain warning that the water was unsafe for human consumption. The drinking fountains had been torn out of their foundations and cones places on top... but the most distinct lingering sign that Blackwing Bay had been cut off came from the bay itself.

Glistening beneath the setting sun were hundreds of buoys, each tethered to each other, dragging a heavy membrane screen beneath the surface. The bay had been cut off, isolated, and forgotten once all the residents had been relocated - a relocation that had come with enough perks that no one complained. No one even spoke about Blackwing Bay anymore. There were no news stories, no documentaries, nothing... at least nothing for someone that did not dig a little deeper.

And yet, someone was actually trying to do just that; a young, slender silhouette carrying around a heavy-looking suitcase was moving around the deserted streets, his dark eyes darting left and right with every step. He looked like a human panther, circumspect and cautious and yet somehow elegant in his movement; he dressed all in black, a pair of jeans that were tucked into a pair of combat boots and a t-shirt that underlined his lean, thin physique. Even the bandanna on his head was dark, but it wasn't doing that great of a job covering the unruly mass of honey blond dreadlocks that were poking from it here and there, bouncing over the young man's neck and shoulder.

The young man finally reached what had been Blackwing Bay's main street; what had once been a nice, Mediterranean-looking round-shaped square now looked more like a dark, dreary, gloomy theatre of solitude, with a huge, regular wound in the middle right where the big city fountain had been removed by the Yasumoto Corp. With a grunt, the man placed carefully the suitcase on the ground and started looking around, scouting the surroundings.

"Okay, let's see..." the dreadlocked youth murmured to himself, biting his lip. He had a nice, smooth, pleasant-sounding voice. He opened the big case and extracted a tripod and a professional-looking camera from it; after a couple of minutes, the tripod had been set, along with a small spotlight next to him. They weren't on, but the case was also housing a small but powerful-looking generator for when the sunset had finally released the sky. "Mmh... This should be fine, I guess?" he asked; of course, no one answered.

The young man stepped in front of the camera, a fist raised in front of his fuzzy chin as if he was holding an invisible microphone. "My name is Manny Santos and I'm here to uncover the secrets of Blackwing Bay," he declared, his voice perfectly modulated, like that of a young news anchor. There was, of course, no response from the silent landscape. What it lacked in dialogue, though, it made up for in strange and wondrous splendor. As the moon rose higher and the last trails of sun disappeared, something fascinating was happening behind Manny - the bay was starting to glow.

In swirls like "Starry Night," the bay was glowing in teal and periwinkle, green and blue with spots of amber and pink. What had seemed like normal water before was revealed to be a beautiful, terrible blight on nature.

Manny sighed, still unaware of what was happening at the sea behind his back; he stared in the black, unresponsive eye of the camera and murmured: "Yeah, I should've probably insisted for Ryan to come here too... I really can't do this without a cameraman." In that moment of introspection, Manny finally caught sight of the glow reflecting on the lense of his camera, forcing him to turn around and see the bizarre spirals of light coloring the sea right down the road. "W-what the hell..." he whispered in shock, before shaking his head. "No, dude, stay focused," he warned himself. "Fuck, I have to film that stuff! It's probably worth a Pulitzer or something... I'll have those Yasumoto fuckers thrown into jail in no time!" With a frantic gesture, he grabbed the camera, dislodging it from the tripod, and started running down the road towards the bay, leaving the rest of the equipment unguarded. After all, no one was around to steal it anyway.

The slope was steep and uneven leading down to the docks, weathered and deteriorated over the years. Manny walked down the road with a fast pace but still handling the expensive camera in his hands with extreme care: he had managed to buy it on an online store during the latest Cyber Monday, and even on sale it had costed him almost two grand... He certainly didn't want it to shatter in pieces. Despite his best efforts, though, the ground started to crumble beneath Manny. Soon he was traveling faster than he wanted to be just to stay upright, and he was quickly running out of shoreline. Before long his only options would be to tuck and roll, or to try and lose speed on the docks.

Manny, faced by the difficult choice, decided to try his luck on the dock. His feet stomped on the putrescent, humid wood, eliciting a series of creaks and noises that weren't particularly reassuring... But at least the young man managed to slow and eventually halt his run with half of the dock left before the inevitable dive into the multicolored sea.

"D-damn... This was close..." he panted, carefully placing the camera on a spot that looked relatively undamaged. His lungs were burning, his mouth sucking the fresh salty air as if it was spring water. The fear was slowly melting into something akin to exhilaration at the close call, but before Manny could fully embrace the relief, he heard the sudden collapse of wood beneath him.

It was an icy plunge to be sure, but it was more disconcerting. The water he fell into was too thick, feeling like a bay full of syrup. The glowing aurora of colors shimmered all around him, reflecting off the underside of the dock, making it hard to tell which direction was even up as his clothes were saturated and his skin began to tingle.

"Oh s-shit shit shit!" Manny managed to shout the moment he resurfaced. He frantically tried to start swimming towards the shoreline, but the shining water was so dense and gooey around him that it was like trying to move inside a jar of honey, which made the man's efforts even more desperate: what if that water - and was it even water in the first place - was radioactive? Or poisonous? Or both? It certainly was normal! Panting, flailing his arms and trying to move his legs, Manny tried to move towards the shoreline, inch after inch.

Manny had started to make progress, moving out from under the dock and toward the shore, but every inch was coming with more and more of a struggle. His ankles and wrists seemed to have a harder time advancing, almost as if something was holding them. The thick goo was all over his skin, so much he could barely feel his clothing. As Many moved he was having to push through little scraps of debris on the surface as well, though they were only cloth... little black pieces of denim and cotton, floating on the surface, swirling around him.

"W-wha...?" Manny let out in incredulity. That stuff was corrosive too? But it wasn't damaging his skin. "T-the fuck's happening?!" He doubled his efforts to leave the mysterious glowing baywater, even though swimming was becoming more and more difficult; even his mane of dreadlocks felt heavier with every passing second, as a ghostly hand had grabbed them and was trying to pull him underwater again.

The struggle was odd enough, even life threatening... but something else was happening. It felt almost like seaweed at first, but then something slithered up Manny's legs, pushing between the muscled cheeks of his young ass before pushing inside. His tight ring of muscle was violated as the cold, slick began to slide into his body.

An inadvertent moan escaped from Manny's lips, as the pain of his ass been penetrated was almost immediately followed by intense pleasure. The ice cold was shocking, but soon the slime seemed to adopt Manny's body heat as its own, growing even warmer than his body. The hot slick swirled and pumped into his intestines, working deeper. The surprise would have been enough to make anyone stop swimming, but Manny didn't sink much. He bobbed near the surface as the grip on his limbs tightened... and a similar icy intrusion started in Manny's shaft, tickling up into his cock.

The cold, the pleasure and the pain mixed together, spreading a powerful numbness through Manny's body, locking his muscles, slowing the flow of his blood through his body. His mind was unfocused and it was difficult for him to think; his eyes, large and wide open, were staring at the endless swirls of rainbow light around him, as if they were giving him some kind of solace despite the fact that he was drowning. "I-I..." Manny let out, before his whole body went limp and his face was pulled down, right below the colorful, dense surface of the bay water.

The heat the bay had been leeching from his body was in turn wrapping around him - either that, or he had gotten so cold that the water felt warm. It was an odd embrace, holding him suspended beneath the surface, surrounding him almost like a womb. His dreads floated free, nearly weightless. In a strangely serene was it was quite peaceful, at least until Manny heard -and felt- something change in his nose. The cartilage cracked and moved, twisting his septum up, exposing his nostrils forward. The tip of the nose, now vertical, began to slowly stretch and rise up to a precise point... but they weren't alone.

The sides of Manny's head throbbed and ached too as his ears began to stretch and warp, all before he'd lost his last lung full of air. The young man stretched his now naked body underwater, hovering right under the surface with his limbs spread open, as if he was flying; even though there was no air left in his lungs, he didn't feel the need to breathe... to be exact, he wasn't feeling anything at all, except for an absolute and certain sensation of peace. The lights were dancing in front of his eyes, telling him that everything was going to be alright, and that was the only thing he needed. A large, dumb smile bared his teeth, showing canines that were decidedly pointier than before. In moments they had stretched into full on fangs.

The floating sensation was intoxicating, making Manny feel higher than he had ever been before. The way his arms and legs swayed was magical, but steadily and slowly each flail started to move his body more. The reason why was a thin membrane of flesh that was slowly creeping out from his armpits, the flesh anchoring into his arms and his sides. Unlike his own skin, the fleshy membrane was a darker gray with hints of swirled blues and teals glowing ever so faintly as it stretched outward.

Manny looked down at his changing body; he couldn't discern every detail since he was underwater, but he was still oddly pleased and proud of what he saw: the lights dancing all around him were making him look so beautiful... With slow, dreamy gestures he raised his arms, and the sensation of his brand new membrane tensing was so unexpected and unique that his erect dick sprayed a small cloud of pearly precum in the icy water as a silent moan escaped the young man's lips.

The toxic substances creeping into his body surged deeper during his leak, finding his testes and eventually his prostate. Both began to throb and tingle before swelling, but the flesh around his balls was darkening too. In moments it had shifted from a peachy pink to brown and then nearly black with a faint aurora marbling just like his new wings. His wings themselves had continued to expand, reaching all the way to his wrists before they started to thicken, gaining faint ribs to help with the folding and the strength they now possessed.

Manny's body was passed through by a long, satisfying shiver, partly thanks to the pleasure the glowing lights and the mysterious changes were causing to his body, and partly because of the icy coldness of the sea water; the young man blinked a couple of times, his eyes getting red and irritated thanks to the salt... but the wonderful and colorful show in front of him was keeping the pain at bay, making him feel good and horny even though his body temperature was steadily dropping. Manny let out another small trickle of bubbles from his mouth, as his toes started feeling numb and unresponsive.

The darker skin tones were spreading outward, wrapping around his arms and creeping across his stomach. His ears flicked at their new height, his feet throbbed and ached as the toes stretched, but it was clear that as wonderful as his change was, he couldn't remain in the bay. Luckily his wings gave him more drag, enough to start moving back toward shore and actually make progress.

Manny's head - now weird and misshapen, but also somewhat elegant, only recognizable thanks to the still unchanged mane of honey blond dreads - emerged from the water like a dark abyssal fish, his large mouth taking a huge breath and giving some relief to his lungs that were now starting to burn. His brand new limbs were making somehow easier for him to travel through the water, despite not having clearly been designed for swimming; and yet, now his body travelled towards the shore quickly, as if whatever those swirling colors were had finally decided to let him go.

The bitterly cold male spilled onto the shoreline, toxic sludge pouring and dripping off of his body. In a few moments of exposure he had been completely transformed. He had the features of a bat from his hooked nose and fox like muzzle to his wings and even his claws, but he had retained the general shape of a man. His honey blond dreadlocks and scruffy facial hair stood in contrast to his dark skin and fur. Thick saliva dripped from his fangs, and his cock was raging with arousal. That was no surprise given its newer, larger girth and length.

The bat creature, now almost completely unrecognizable from the man he had once been, lied on the shore for a bit, panting; from time to time, screeches and wheezes escaped his muzzle, while his majestic wings shivered from time to time. It really felt good just lying there, enjoying the sensation of his pulsating, ferocious hard-on; a huge, manic grin appeared on his animalistic face as a long, dexterous tongue emerged from it to lick some radioactive goo from the fur of his chin.

There was an odd pride to having a tongue extend more than a foot from his mouth, a size prowess that stimulated the most primitive parts of Manny's mind. Those primitive parts responded with new urges, base instincts. Manny needed to feed, to fly, and to fuck. All of his other concerns seemed arbitrary in comparison.

The bat boy got up on his hind paw and took some time to admire himself and his new improved body: his powerful wings, his slick drippy fur, his hard claws and especially his now longer, strangely shaped bat dick... With another disconcerting smile, Manny imagined himself sticking that beast inside the bare ass of his latest victim and filling it with warm, toxic, glowing cum. In that moment, his old persona shattered. It hadn't been the environment that gave him this new life, it had been the toxic sludge of Blackwing Bay... and it was that toxin he wanted to share with the world.

****

After everything, the warehouse had finally been cleared out. The air was still thick with the scent of solvents and cleaners used to remove gallons and gallons of phosphorescent paint from the walls and floors. As hard as the clean up was, though, Ryan was quite pleased with how the Rave had turned out. Ryan Hiroshi moved out of the empty warehouse carrying his camera equipment. He was five foot eight but very well muscled. His long black hair and ponytail had neon green stripes that matched his mesh vest, shoes, and the reflective tape running down his cargo pants.

The life of a professional raver was an exciting one, though the spurts of money had to last until the next event. Ryan felt bad about leaving Manny in the cold, but it had been the difference between having enough to cover rent for three months or not. Ryan moved back toward his neon green Volkswagen to load his equipment into the trunk, feeling the cold night air on his exposed flesh.

It took some effort to jimmy the lock with his well worn key but eventually it popped. Ryan lowered the equipment in and pushed it all the way to the back of the trunk, leaning over the bumper. As the young raver was busy packing his car, the atmosphere in the empty parking lot slithered all around him, chilling and misty like a colossal ghostly snake making its way through the night; the stars and the moon had been covered by a thick blanket of clouds, and no light - except for those of the lampposts, pale and scattered around - managed to give some solace in the sea of darkness. Despite the quietness and the stillness of the dead of the night, there were still faint, ominous sounds out there in the blackness... Something dull and rhythmic, like the beating of enormous wings.

Having been exposed to so many noises during the course of the night, Ryan was almost tuning out the sounds of the city in the distance. He knew his ears needed some time to recover from the volume of the music and it left him unaware of what was coming.

Another noise, this time magnitudes more intense, almost broke the night in two; the sound of something heavy landing on a metal surface, the sound of something sharp scraping over iron... There was only one other car in the parking lot, on the opposite side of that of Ryan, and now - through the veil of the fog - it looked like there was something crouched over its rooftop. Something quite big.

Ryan let out a scream as he turned, looking around. He had at first assumed some errant car crash, but the parking lot was still quiet and still... but that looming shadow, that creeping form, it drew his focus through the fog. Ryan strained, trying to make out just what he was seeing. For a couple of seconds, nothing happened; the shapeless lump of darkness beyond the mist just remained immobile, like a feline waiting for the right moment to pounce on his unsuspecting prey.

Then, with movements so slow and hypnotic they looked like something out of a nightmare, it raised what looked like a cross between arms and wings, looking even bigger, even more ominous, like a demon straight out of a medieval painting. Ryan gaped at the display and started backing up before he ran around his car and pawed at the door, only to remember it was locked. He gulped before making a break for it, running back toward the warehouse itself.

The escape attempt was desperate, and ultimately useless: the black form jumped from the rooftop of the car and hovered through the air like a missile, agile and swift despite the size, before it pinned the young raver against the ground. A warm, humid blow caressed Ryan's ear, and a soft, broken screech resonated from the mouth of whatever creature had attacked him. Ryan trembled, feeling shocky. His limbs were numb but he hadn't lost consciousness. Despite being pinned, he turned, looking up at the creature that was almost certainly about to eat him.

A long, vulpine muzzle full of thin, sharp fangs stared back at him; there was nothing even remotely human-looking its flat, upturned nose, in its huge ears or in its almond-shaped eyes... and yet, the black creature was sporting a full mane of blond dreadlocks. The man-bat took a sniff at Ryan's face, before letting out another low, soft screech; something clearly rubbed it the right way, because its long, slimy tongue licked the side of the raver's face, leaving a trickle of gooey drool behind.

Ryan was dumbstruck. Those blond dreads, the blond scruff sticking out further than the black fur on the chin... and they he saw it, the wooden bead worked into one of the thickest dreads on the bat's head.

"Ma-ma-manny?" Ryan stuttered in shock and wonder. His mind was racing, searching the creature for any other signs but what he predominantly saw was a giant bat creature.

As if the monster had recognized something familiar in the name muttered by the raver, it cocked its head on the side and a huge grin appeared on his muzzle, baring the impressive set of fangs. Its strong, clawed hands grabbed Ryan's shoulders even tighter, but it still didn't seem like it was trying to hurt him. The bat lowered its head a bit, and its tongue now caressed and lingered over the thin and sensitive skin of the man's neck, tickling it and covering it in drool.

"Manny, what happened to you? St-stop it, it tickles..." He chuckled, freeing one hand to reach up and bat at his cheek, caressing the fur and more wiry blond facial hair.

The bat murred gently at the touch of Ryan's hand, brushing its muzzle against it. Its black eyes began to glimmer, the colors starting from the center, displaying a faint, bizarre kaleidoscope of colors similar to the reflection of light over an oil stain. Its big body conformed against that of the Asian raver, and its slender, long dick spurted some precum all over his tight pants.

As intrigued and amazed as Ryan had been before, he nearly went limp beneath Manny, gazing up into those mesmerizing eyes of the bat beast. The hot pre soaked through Ryan's pants and soon the bat could feel a sympathetic erection forming beneath him as the raver's cock inched longer and longer, straining against his now soaked pants.

The bat-man grinned more, its tongue emerging again from its muzzle and this time tracing the contours of Ryan's lips, his prickly, salty drool dripping inside his mouth. The crazy, sickening lights in his eyes became wilder, brighter, more vivid, a veritable LSD trip entirely localized in its irises. Ryan gave in more and more as the mesmerizing light show seemed more familiar to him. It was like a rave in his best friend's eyes. Ryan pressed up tighter, squeezing his erection against the hot wet groin of the bat as his lips parted and invited the beastly tongue inside. Even the human's scent seemed more appealing to the bat as Ryan got hornier.

The creature formerly known as Manny wrapped its winged arms around Ryan's body, pulling him even closer. The black lips of its muzzle pressed again Ryan's mouth in a weird, strange and yet unbelievably sensual kiss; its tongue engulfed the human's smaller one, and began to drip its dense saliva down the raver's throat. Ryan had to gulp down the saliva just to keep breathing, but every drop he took in made him feel more sinewy, hot, horny and amazing. It was better than any drug he'd ever had before... and he wanted more.

As if the bat creature had perceived that perverted desire, it interrupted the kissing before smirking once more. Its weight shifted, and it ended up sitting on Ryan's chest, its short leathery tail resting between his pecs. Manny's clawed hands caressed its own prick, forcing the bat to let out another horny screech; the dick was incredible, long, slender and tubular, pitch black in color and with two big, perfectly round, churning balls at its base, with the scrotum covered in a soft, dark pelt of fur. The bat stared at its human friend, its eyes shining of every possible shade of color in existence.

Ryan fell even more deeply under Manny's spell and responded simply by opening his mouth wide, his pathetically human tongue lolling out. His hips humped open air and he writhed beneath the immense weight of the bat beast. He was ripe for the taking, completely immersed and at Manny's will.

Manny caressed its friend's cheek, its head slightly tilted toward its shoulder; in its mind, still clouded by the change, it didn't really remember Ryan's name, but it knew - because certain things couldn't possibly be erased from a brain, even by something as life-changing as a transformation into a bat-creature - that the human in question was important and dear to it... And Manny really, really wanted for Ryan to enjoy the moment. With firm but calm movements, the bat pushed itself forward, pressing its sensitive cocktip against Ryan's lips before sliding it into the raver's waiting mouth. It didn't take the bat too long to find a good rhythm and to start facefucking its human friend.

Ryan murmured softly, his tongue sliding all over the shaft he had received, slowly starting to suck it like a pacifier. In his rave life he had done all sorts of unexpected things; some he regretted, others he embraced. This, somehow, he thought he might embrace if it didn't just make him go mad. He sucked harder, slurped deeper and tried to help out as much as he could from his limited position. The wet slurping sounds were certainly eager to the bat's ears.

Manny mumbled under its breath, its large ears twitching and moving in the chilly night air. Incapable of controlling itself and its desire, the bat opened its mouth, its long tongue lolling out and beginning to drip gooey saliva all over Ryan's face. The screeches it was now letting out were softer than before, and almost surprised: Manny couldn't believe that its body could feel that good, that it could experience so much pleasure. One of its clawed hands grabbed Ryan's ponytail and yanked it gently.

Ryan arched his back and then sucked harder, bobbing his head. His heart was racing and Manny could feel it thumping against his taint like hummingbird wings. The human was its prey, captured and well won. The bat, thanks to its surprisingly flexible body, arched forward and - while Ryan was still busy sucking his cock - licked the raver's face, splattering its dense drool around over his ears, his nose, his eyebrows... Manny didn't know why, but it knew - in the back of its dizzy brain - that it had to mark Ryan, to spread its fluids all over his body, and that it was the right thing to do.

With each slurp, Ryan was feeling happier and warmer, tingling all over. He couldn't see, but even Manny's saliva was slick with a rainbow of colors like the aurora, like the bay itself. It soaked his hair and skin, drenching him as he eagerly cock sucked the beautiful beast.

Manny stopped licking, its almond-shaped eyes wide and bulging; a weird sensation was filling its huge balls, and after some seconds there was no turning back: its dick tensed and sprayed a torrent of warm, mutagenic goo down Ryan's throat, filling his mouth and his stomach. Its back arched, and the bat let out another screech towards the clouded sky, this one longer, louder and more intense than ever.

Ryan gulped and gagged at the sudden cum, but it was too much. It leaked out of his mouth and nose, streaming down his face. It tingled as he gulped it down into his stomach and soon felt it traveling through his veins. As the intense, prolonged orgasm ended, Manny got off from Ryan's chest and lied next to him, hugging his body with its powerful winged arms and cuddling him, shielding from the cold of the night and trying to comfort him before the inevitable, traumatic changes could begin. Its tongue darted out of its muzzle once again, licking some of the glowing cum and savoring its taste, salty and savory.

Ryan started growing hotter, and not just because Manny was holding him close: the bat cum was coursing through his veins and arteries, reaching every corner of his body. A mewl escaped his mouth as his teeth started developing points, and his lips darkened; his eyes met those of his bat friend. Once more the colors shining in Manny's eyes gave Ryan even more peace and calmness, numbing his feelings and his memories.

The Asian raver growled in surprise and discomfort, feeling something press against the fabric of his pants. His body squirmed, trying to get rid of the oppressive clothes covering it, and Manny was quick at putting his strong clawed hands to good use. The fabric sheared away, the scraps catching in the wind as Ryan's hard cock sprung into open air. Ryan panted hard as his nose crackled and crinkled, tilting upwards and stretching. His ears distended too, rising into points, creeping ever higher on his skull.

Manny growled in pleasure, watching its formerly human friend evolving into a more beautiful form. Its muzzle came closer, its tongue slithering inside Ryan's mouth and wrapping against its smaller twin. The direct contact with all that drool forced the raver's tongue to transform dramatically in the span of a couple of seconds, extending and becoming flexible and elastic the more the kissing section became deeper and more passionate. The Asian young man's features were deformed and drastically mutated as his face pushed forward into a proper bat muzzle, making easier for the hypertrophic tongues to wrestle each other.

Ryan's small and lithe form was starting to surge outward. His ribs expanded, his shoulders broadened and his legs thickened. Ryan struggled more against Manny, starting to actually crawl out from beneath the bat. His fingers stretched out into claws, fur burst from his skin and the remnants of his clothes started to tear all over his body.

Manny released Ryan from its embrace and got back on its hind legs, a huge grin on its muzzle: it felt so good inside to watch its friend change, his already shapely ass getting even juicier as soft dark fur covered its cheeks and a small stub of a tail appeared right over the crack, his legs muscles inflating and becoming even more powerful and compact, his feet starting to extend into proper paws as his toenails darkened and became pointed... Incapable of restrain itself, Manny began to touch its dick, already half-hard and ready for another round.

The former raver lay on the ground, arching and flexing as his skin stretched out between his arms and ribs, tethering the limbs together with that familiar membrane of flesh. The wings filled in, the fur pushed out and soon Ryan was nearly unrecognizable, save for the mane of black hair extending from his head. Ryan wanted to scream to the heavens, but as his lips parted he emitted a hypersonic pulse that only he and Manny could hear - though several dogs started barking in the distance. The other creature joined him in that seemingly silent scream as a second serving of shining cum sprayed over the newly changed bat; after the second orgasm was over, Manny lowered its head and stared at Ryan with its eyes now uniformly black.

"My new brother..." the bat said, even though his language was completely different than before, made out of screeches and clicks, but perfectly understandable for the raver's now incredibly sensitive ears. "You are free now." Manny had looked like a mindless horny beast until that moment, but his mind, just like his body, had simply changed and adapted to his new condition. "What should we do?" The question was pervasive, deep seeded, and profound to Ryan. His mind had changed and shifted, but while he seemed to be a mighty and horny feral beast on the outside, his mind was still processing. Still, there were certainly urges.

"We need one more... to play with." Ryan said before he slowly crawled out and stretched his wings. The newly converted beast moved over to the warehouse walls and began climbing up, his wings helping him maneuver with great ease until finally he reached the roof. The moonlight shone across them both as Ryan began to stretch his wings out, preparing to try his luck at flight. He looked over at Manny as he joined him at his side, the two gaining confidence from one another.

****

The back door of a house in the upper part of the town opened silently, and a large figure slithered outside, a duffel bag bouncing against his left shin. Jamal raised his deep black eyes to the clouded sky, the chocolate-colored skin of his forehead frowned.

"Man, it's cold as balls..." he complained in a soft whisper, passing his free hand over his crew cut. Still, there was work to do: after all, he was the captain of his college's football team; he had fought to reach that position, and because of the color of his skin it had been even more difficult... But now he had everyone's respect, and he was more than bent on keeping it. Working out before classes with the rest of the team was tough, sure, but the satisfaction of seeing his teammates getting stronger and better month after month was rewarding enough.

As Jamal walked towards the SUV his parents had gotten him for his twenty-first birthday, he started humming a song. He didn't hear the sound of the majestic wings flapping through the air, although - considering how slick and agile the bat-creatures were - he wouldn't have probably heard it anyway.

It happened in a flurry of motion and fluttering. Something hit the young star athlete on the back of his head, and his eyes and mind went out. There wasn't even enough time for his body to hit the ground. A quartet of strong clawed legs grabbed his shoulders before he could collapse and raised his unconscious body through the dark air, leaving only his duffel bag and a mystery behind.

****

The sound of the gentle waves crashing into the caves echoed and refracted before being absorbed by pillars of rock jutting down from the cave ceiling like fangs. The sun had risen outside, but the sun could only penetrate the caves so far... but the caves were not dark. Deprived of the sun's light, the waters glowed in their mysterious, mesmerizing myriad of swirling colors. There was a deep flutter as the two bats returned to the caves, each one clutching the shoulder of a human beneath them. Jamal, still unconscious, hanged from the claws of the two beasts like a ragged doll, his head bobbing left and right, his limbs stirring slightly; not even the cool air of the morning could make him wake up... at least for now.

Ryan carefully set his prey down onto the ground, looking over at Manny. Ryan could feel the stirrings deep inside to make this stranger one of their own, but it was such an exciting prospect on how to do it. He had always enjoyed playing with his food, but perhaps that could extend to his conquests as well. Ryan dropped down onto his wings and feet and crawled over, sniffing at the human curiously.

Manny, however, decided that it was time to be more proactive: after all, the day was rapidly advancing, and he was starting to feel a bit groggy. He wanted to lie in a big horny furpile with his new brothers and sleep until sunset, but first he had to help the unconscious jock spread his wings. With a grin, he crouched in front of him, lifted his arm and carefully lowered his furry armpit to Jamal's face; he wanted the athlete to smell some bat essence, he wanted his body odor to be the very first thing Jamal would experience when waking up... And that simple idea was enough to start pouring some life in his dick once again.

Ryan squeaked with delight to see Manny so excited. He circled his lover and their captive, nibbling on Manny's pointed ear, hugging on to his back for a moment before circling again. Ryan's cock was throbbing, but he knew it wasn't yet time to use it. He could already see Jamal stirring as the musky, earthy, spicy scent invaded his senses, saturating his lungs.

Jamal groaned, coming back to his senses. In the few moments before waking up, he had experienced an incredibly vivid dream: one where he was naked, and more virile and stronger than ever, surrounded by hot squirming bodies. He could touch them, smell them, even taste them... His tongue came out of his lips of its own accord and licked the furry curve of what was hanging right over his face, filling his mouth with saltiness and spiciness. The young man opened his eyes, a dream-like daze clouding his mind a bit; his cock, on the other hand, was much more active, and was already pressing against the elastic band of his boxers.

As Jamal's eyes opened, Ryan brought his massive bat head down level. Jamal's vision filled with the swirling, mesmerizing colors glistening on the surface of Ryan's eyes like a phosphorescent oil sheen. Ryan felt the depth to Jamal's mind opening up before him, like the human was clay that needed to be shaped, like it was a hole to be filled... and Ryan started to work with a simple thought; feet. Feet, feet are love. Feet are life. Feet are sexy, the sexiest things that have ever existed... and the best kind of feet are bat feet. It was a whim, an experiment, but Ryan wanted to see if he could re-wire the human's brain and reshape his entire existence even before they changed his species.

Jamal's plump, kissable lips parted, and a word left his mouth. "Feet..." at first nothing more than a mere whisper, but progressively louder and interspersed with various moans and noises. The jock crawled towards the bat-creature in front of him - Ryan, still distinguishable thanks to the bright green stripe in his hair - and his trembling tongue slowly licked the biggest clawed toe of his hind paw. After some seconds, he started to feel bolder and more adventurous, and took the toe entirely in his mouth, licking and stimulating it like a consummate cocksucker. His hands frantically worked to lower his pants and underwear, and his fingers began to stimulate his hard-on; he was in ecstasy, in paradise... There was nothing better in the world than a bat's feet, after all.

Ryan squeaked and flopped back on the cave floor, giving Jamal full access. His free bat foot stroked the side of the human's face while Ryan's paw came down to his cock. He jerked it up and down quickly before clear pre started to rain and splatter out, splashing across Jamal's head, soaking across his scalp. Ryan was flailing in ecstasy but used his last free wing to pull Manny in for a sloppy and wet, tongue filled kiss.

Jamal kept working on Ryan's foot like a pro, sucking his big furry toes, licking the leathery sole and murring as the other paw caressed the side of his face. His head was tingling already where Ryan's tainted precum had hit him, and his ears were already starting to develop points, making him look like a horny, slutty chocolate-skinned elf. His dark eyes, filled with stupor, looked up at his new masters and took in all those beautiful colors for a second time, causing his brain to melt into a puddle of warm goo; his hand, in the meantime, left his throbbing cock alone and travelled towards his butt cheeks. He was feeling progressively empty, and he felt the deep need for something - anything - to fill him.

Ryan fluttered and flapped his wings a bit in a fluster, feeling so overwhelmed. He reached over and grabbed Manny's cock, stroking it and aiming it at their captive. He wanted to indulge his senses longer, to bask in the glory of it all - but he was too horny. He couldn't restrain himself or hold back. His humanity had failed and he was at the mercy of his instincts. Little was holding him back from fucking the human senseless. Manny screeched softly and looked down at his erect member getting massaged and stimulated; he too wanted to sate his rampart horniness, but he knew it was Ryan's time to enjoy changing and warping someone, just like he had transformed his friend.

Sensing the resolution without words, Ryan gave Manny a quick sloppy kiss before he moved quickly. Jamal was rolled across the cave floor and Ryan squirmed across him. It was a storm of fur and hot flesh on his body before his legs were hiked up. Ryan gazed down into Jamal's eyes, holding his hips before he inched forward. The hot, pointed head of the bat cock began probing Jamal's ass, pushing the cheeks apart before he advanced forward. Inch by inch, Ryan began filling the human up.

Jamal felt a hot, searing pain as the bat violated his ass, robbing him of his anal virginity. Ryan's eyes, however, took care of that, erasing the uncomfortable sensation from the athlete's brain and leaving only the pleasure behind. Jamal even started pushing his butt cheeks towards the base of the bat's prick, hoping to be speared deeper and deeper.

Manny, in the meantime, didn't want to be left alone; he, too, wanted to experience what his friend and loved had felt. With slow, deliberate steps he get closer to Jamal's head and lifted a paw in front of his nose and mouth. Just a few seconds later, and an expert tongue began to give pleasure to his toes and sole, sending the bat's brain into a new, never-before experienced ocean of bliss. While weaker than the bat's natural scent, Ryan started to inhale Jamal's musk, smelling how turned on he was.

Careful movements became less careful as Ryan got more lust driven. He thrust his hips into Jamal, filling him with bat cock. Faster, deeper, harder. Random squirts of pre lubed the jock's ass, but it was still barely enough to keep the friction from crashing over the top. His body was on fire with love and lust and pleasure.

Manny, in the meantime, had decided that he wanted something more intimate after all: he crouched down and lowered his muzzle, licking Jamal's lips with his long, viscid tongue before plunging it inside and coating the insides of the jock's mouth with his dense, salty saliva. Jamal gagged a bit as the big fat tongue invaded him, but after a few seconds he could feel his skull expanding and his own tongue developing, making it easier for him to enjoy that weird, obscene and lusty kiss.

Tooth by tooth, Jamal's teeth pushed out into fangs. His nose tilted up, his muzzle began to form and fur began poking out from his cheeks. His ass too had grown furry, a small tail nub forming just above where Ryan's cock dove in time after time. Ryan was hissing and screeching as his long orgasm began, starting to pump rich, potent, toxic sperm into Jamal's ass - only prompting the change on faster and faster.

Jamal, who was still busy frenching Manny, let out a small, high-pitched noise as his fingers - now capped with black, sturdy claws - buried themselves in the dirt of the cave. His body was feeling unnaturally hot as his new pelt of dark fur started growing everywhere, covering his meaty pecs and spraying his abs with a soft coat. His nipples, erect in an almost painful way, pushed forward and became larger and more sensitive while they turned darker and darker until they were pitch black. Closing his eyes, he bent his head back a bit as he felt someone - Manny, probably - ripping his now useless clothes from his body.

Fabric fell to the floor, but it was happening faster than even Manny could manage. Jamal's muscles were expanding in every direction. His shoulderblades broadened and thickened and the shirt came apart as fur raced up his spine and over those wide continents of muscle. His arms bulked up, not only with muscle, but with the quickly growing membrane of flesh descending down inch by inch. It anchored to his elbows, his forearms, and finally his wrists as his fingers extended just a bit more.

Jamal's humanity was falling away in record time as Ryan threw his head back and screeched, his orgasm reaching its highest point. The cum pumped in faster, filling his ass and belly, nourishing the beast the former jock was becoming as his old life fell away around his new existence. Jamal screeched again, this time forcing Manny to interrupt the kiss. The continuous and violent stimulation of his prostate had made him reach his climax as his long, slender dick began to spray spurt after spurt of shimmering cum, that fell back on his changed body splattering his new dark fur.

For a moment the three bats clung together in a heaving, writhing, warm ball of wet fur... but ever so slowly, as if powered from their own heat, a new glow started to emanate from their mutual spilled fluids. The glow was rich and intense, as bright as the bay water splashing against the rocks several feet from them. They were a new breed born out of an unexpected future. One way or another, it seemed life was finally returning to Blackwing Bay.