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Vacation Part 2

Damn, that was a good Saturday. After spending pretty much all of Saturday with my uncle’s hairy hand on his thicc cock and spraying every inch of his room with cum, I was ready for a change of pace today. And goddamn! What a change it was. Had a damn nice breakfast. Dunno much about cooking aside from making something on the slow cooker, but my uncle’s body and some of his memories seemed to do the trick. Never made omelets that mouth-watering before. Way better than the fast-food I had the day before.

As I was eating, I noticed my hands constantly moving down to caress myself. Dunno if that was muscle memory doing it or my own subconscious thoughts, but I didn’t let it bother me. If anything, it was nice feeling the juicy muscle beneath the fat of my uncle’s body.

Once that was over, I looked over his phone and checked out his schedule. As usual, he had his whole Sunday planned out like the meticulous bastard he is. “Gym with the boys, eh?” I said with a grin. “Wonder how your friends will react to a brand new you?” Just thinking about getting down and dirty with one of my uncle’s buddies gave me a raging stiffie, and getting that under control took some effort.

Once 2 arrived, I was all set in a tight sleeveless shirt and the tiniest pair of shorts I had. It took all my willpower to control my cock pressed up against my shorts’ fabric (couldn’t resist freeballing it!) at all the glances I got. Any more and I might have lost it right then and there if not for a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey James, almost thought you weren’t gonna show up for a while!”

It wasn’t easy going through all of my uncle’s memories to figure out who this guy was, but eventually, I settled on his name: Ryota Ikusaba. They met some years ago at college and have been buddies ever since. Casual touches like these were common, but I curious to see if they meant anything more. Either way, I still had to play my role. “Hey, Ryo!” I said with a sheepish grin. “Sorry I’m late, got caught up with some stuff at home and emails and all that.”

“No problem! Just glad you’re here.” He glanced around before whispering, “Hugh’s been getting impatient like a spoiled brat. I suppose he doesn’t think I’m good enough company,” Ryota said with a shrug. Though it didn’t seem to bother him, I did kinda feel bad that my uncle’s friends weren’t getting along that well. “Well, either way, c’mon. Let’s get some reps in.”

It wasn’t long before I got to meet Hugh. Immediately he went over for a high five and started happily chatting away with me. “’sup, James! ‘bout time you showed up. The gym always feels emptier withoutcha here! Hey, didja hear that...” and so he kept going on and on. The way his eyes lit up was damn adorable though, so I didn’t mind letting his mouth run for far longer than it should. However, I noticed that while we spoke as a group, he only gave Ryota short and curt responses. Never longer than a few words. Ryota was the same way, but much more polite. Though the atmosphere remained peaceful, the whole situation still bugged me.

But I had to admit, an upside to this whole thing was how cute both of my uncle’s gym buddies were. At first, I thought I would have to go through the whole session reminding myself to “look, but don’t touch,” and just appreciate the sights, but that quickly went out the window. Both Ryota and Hugh were… affectionate. No, it was more than that. Whenever they thought I wasn’t looking, both of them would sneak glances at me or my ass while we worked out. Some of our touches, like when we traded places or even just high-fived and shit lingered like they were sad to no longer touch me. Not just that, but they were damn opportunistic, too! Ryota’s hands would occasionally caress my chest “accidentally,” and I’m certain Hugh slapped my ass once or twice! Not that I was complaining. The attention was definitely what I was craving this whole time.

Eventually, once we were tired and wired, I suggested going to the sauna at the gym. “Yknow, to relax before a nice, cool shower.” I didn’t miss the hungry looks that flashed in their eyes. After quickly regaining their composure, Hugh and Ryota amicably agreed.

At that point I just let it all hang. I didn’t bother hiding my erection as I sat between Hugh and Ryota. Hell, both of their gazes were glued to me, and I eagerly lapped it all up. “Man, feels good with just us guys, huh?” I said with a cocky grin as I spread my legs and let my manhood swell. “What, uh, what’s up with y’all? The two of you’re looking like you wanna eat me up,” I said, feigning ignorance with a small tilt of my head.

“I know ya didn’t drag us for no reason!” said Hugh, his face all flushed. “Y’know what we—I’m after.” God, he sounded so needy, ready for affection.

“Calm down, Hugh. You can watch as James and I finish what we came here to do,” said Ryota, pulling my right arm in for an embrace. “You can watch and tug it in the corner if you want.” He grinned mischievously and chuckled as Hugh grew more irritated.

“Hell no!” Hugh shouted as he grabbed my free arm. “You’ll pick me, right James?”

“You’re here for me, aren’t you?” said Ryota.

At this point, I was leaking a stream of pre. I’ve never had two guys argue for me before, let alone two dudes twice my real age! How had my uncle never got to town with either of these hunks? Well, it was time for me to make up for lost time. Shamelessly, I threw my towel to the ground and said, “Hey hey, there’s no reason to fight, you two. I like you both a whole lot,” I said while licking my lips. I made sure to give my perky ass a nice shake and to really flaunt my uncle’s body like a whore ready to get wrecked. “Besides, I got two holes, don’t I?”

After a bit more prodding and teasing, I found myself on my knees and ready to enjoy my vacation. “Y-You ever taken a cock, James?” Hugh asked me as he lined up his cock with this certainly-virgin hole.

“What a crude way to ask. Virgins, what can I say?” said a shrugging Ryota. “But, if you haven’t, I’m glad we’re your first...s, James.” He looked more amused than aroused about the whole situation, but his dick wasn’t lying. He was ready to throat-fuck me until I couldn’t breathe anymore. The small smirk he had on said it all.

“Well… here we go,” said Hugh.

“Get ready.”

In that sauna, I reached heaven. The passionate heavy moans were euphoric as Ryota slammed my throat with his dick while Hugh plowed me with inexperienced but passionate thrusts.

“Haa…! Ahh, ahhh! God, you’re tighter than any sex toy I’ve tried!” Hugh said between moans of lustful passion. “Too bad I can’t see your cute-ass face while I’m poundin’ ya.”

“Nnngh, I can,” chimed in Ryota, “and I have to say, it’s def a sight,” he said while caressing my cheek. “Seeing James with his mouth—damn! Haa…!—with his mouth plugged up with my cock is worth sharing him with you. Although...”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean you—umf!” Hugh’s words were cut off as Ryota leaned up and passionately kissed him on the lips. Though I couldn’t get a clear look, it was obvious once the sounds of moaning and lips meeting and parting echoed in the room. “Wh-What the fuck was that?” he said, aghast.

“Your lips taste nice,” said Ryota with a dreamy sigh. “And you’re so new to this world of sex it’s actually kinda cute.”

“Well, it’s my first time doin’ this with a guy. Well, guys. Kinda green to this whole thing.”

Ryota didn’t say anything, but the kissing continued they filled both of my holes once more. I ran my tongue down Ryota’s shaft and made him shiver.

“G-Goddamn, James, your ass’ suckin’ me in...” Hugh said as he thrust into me harder and harder, running his own hand up and down my dick. All the muscles in my uncle’s body tensed the ruthless penetration from both him and Ryota.

“That tongue, James...oh! Oh my—!” By now, Ryota could hardly speak. He stared up at the ceiling, almost drooling with his tongue hanging out. Soon, he grabbed the back of my head and really began to skullfuck me.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna!”

“H-Hold it, Hugh. I’m almost going to—ah, AAAHH—let it loose.”

Both of them tensed up and slammed into me as hard as they could. I almost lost consciousness but held on as they turned me into their cum dumpster.

“I’M CUMMING!” Hugh and Ryota yelled in unison as I began to see white. I moaned into my plugged-up mouth as I tasted Ryota’s salty semen and Hugh’s warm cum in both of my holes. It was like I was actually flying as I got that high. I was using my uncle’s body to please his horny friends like some kinda cheap slut, and I loved it.

But soon, I began to feel lightheaded. My vision, blurred, and I felt off. As Ryota and Hugh rode their orgasmic high, a strange sensation spread over my borrowed form. My uncle’s body; the weight, the sensation, the heat, and the pleasure; was being stripped away from me. Not just that, I was being ripped away from… myself? Like a rubber band being pulled from both ends; but there was no pain, just confusion, and fear.

“Wh-What the fuck?!” Hugh shouted.

“Something’s—AH—wrong here!” cried Ryota.

The two men began to shake and convulse in both pleasure and confusion as I began to sink into their bodies. Hugh pulled himself free from my unconscious uncle and fell to his knees, convulsing wildly. As soon as Ryota did the same, my uncle’s body fell ungracefully to the floor, white semen pooling out of both of his whole like he was some kinda used cum rag.

“Th-This feeling… it feels so damn good! Ahh… d-don’t stop, please,” Hugh begged as he began to tug at his cock. Despite the numbing sensation of a force invading and filling up every fiber of his being, he couldn’t resist the euphoria of being taken over by another spirit. He bent over, back arched in a downward dog position, as though trying to reach the most pleasurable angle for my spirit to slither into. “K-Keep HA going, ahh… ahhh!” It wasn’t long before I filled him up completely, and in that small second in which we were both conscious in his body, he came once more. “F-F-FUCK! AHHH!” The explosive sensation was enough to knock him out and let me see the world through Hugh’s eyes.

Meanwhile, Ryota fell back onto the ground, his legs flailing into the air as he clutched his cock. “HA! Aahh, ahh! It’s like I’m being fucked from the inside out!” Ryota continued, his hips buckling in the air as though he was trying to thrust into an invisible asshole. “I can’t—NNGH—I can’t stop moving my hips.” I slowly funneled into Ryota, filling into every one of his limbs like I was putting on a shirt. His cock began leaking once more as he enjoyed the sensation of being filled with my spirit, but his terror overrode his enjoyment. “N-No-NOOO. GET OUT, GET OUT OF ME—AAHHH! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” The same thing followed, and soon I was seeing through Ryota’s eyes as well.

I was seeing myself, but not myself. I only one, but I was seeing through two. Gingerly, my two bodies rose from the ground and slowly sauntered over. With Ryota, I caressed Hugh’s cheek and with Hugh I grabbed onto Ryota’s pec. It was like I was looking through some messed-up kaleidoscope, but also feeling and smelling through it as well. At first, I was like some drunk trying to walk in a straight line, but I fell into a rhythm. It wasn’t much different than controlling your two arms to do two different things. But sometimes, it felt unnerving seeing Ryota raise an arm and Hugh mirror him with the exact same expression.

However, with each touch and each caress, I grew more and more fond—more bold. I was touching and being touched, and these sensations fed into each other in an intoxicating feedback loop. Soon I was kissing myself, enjoying Ryota’s smooth face and Hugh’s more manly beard with both of their tongues and chins. Before things could escalate, my uncle began to stir. “Ugh, my head…?” Rubbing his temple, he looked up at me and… me with shock clear on his face? “Hugh?! Ryota? Wh-What the hell is going on here? And… ugh, my ass…!” he said while rubbing his no doubt sore throat. I shared a look with myself before approaching my befuddled uncle with both lustful bodies.

FEStival Fiasco

Prologue

Jonathan Matthews snapped a quick picture in his bathroom figure, making sure to inspect every last inch of himself. Even after all his years in his rather sedimentary lifestyle as an office worker for an insurance company, he managed to remain rather toned and fit for his age. However, the one thing time took away from him was his curly and unruly hair. Gone were the days of him just splashing water on it and letting it style itself.

“Maybe baldness is in this year,” Jon muttered to himself as he ran a few fingers across his plain dome. With the Culture Fest coming up the following morning, he wanted to look his best for the cute college girls and their mothers that would stop by the stalls and attractions. “This is your year, Jon,” he said, punctuating each word with a poke at his reflection. “No lonely Saturday night for this strapping bachelor!”

Jon was so focused on this bold and bald speech that he failed to notice the insect-like creature hanging on the ceiling just above him. Only when the creature made its move did Jon become aware of his fate. Before he could even let out a scream, the creature dropped on his face and immediately crawled towards Jon’s wide-open mouth. “MMF! MMMM!” All Jon could do was let out muffled cries as the creature suddenly filled his mouth and then sliding down his throat.

Jon fell on his back, his body convulsing as he felt a foreign invader make its way through his body and into his head. He arched his back, letting out a long and agonized moan, before falling flat on the ground, eyes closed. After a spasm or two, Jon finally opened his eyes, glancing around the room as if to take in all the sights. Slowly, he got back on his feet but nearly lost his balance a few times. It was as if he was learning—or relearning—how to walk on only two legs.

Clearing his throat, Jon said, “Okay, class. I hope that demonstration was good enough for a warm-up.” At his words, half a dozen other creatures, looking to be of the same species but smaller and of different coloration, crawled out of cover and blind spots throughout the bathroom. Some even crawled on his body, as if to appreciate Jon’s body now under the control of another being.

“Hehe, you younglings feel nice in a body such as this,” the creature inside of Jon said with a small, vain flex. It took the creature a few moments before snapping back to attention. “N-Never mind that! You all understand the rules, I hope? During this human festival, you will be tested in all the various traits that our societies’ greatest soldiers, Dreadfighters, must embody: stealth, infiltration, fearlessness, and versatility. And though you do not need to be the leader of the pack to pass your exam, the highest-scoring member of our class will earn an invitation to our Emperor’s coronation. This is your best way to earn our liege's graces and truly stand out as a potential soldier for our species. Are you ready?”

The class all chirped and clicked to show their understanding. “Well, get to it!” The creature barked. “The pipes, the windows, the various entrances that have been scouted out—use them all to their advantage. Go, cadets, and good luck. And, Zathina? I’m expecting great things from you.” Though there was no response, Jon’s body smirked as the star pupil was clear in the lead as the class set off.

However, one of the creatures was already scheming ways for his talents to shine. Get ready, Zathina, the being named Centaurus thought to himself. This is the day you’re dethroned.

And There Goes the Neighborhood

My neighbor moaned before begging, “P-Please, stop...” as I continued phasing through his back. As my limbs slotted into his own, I could feel the sensations he felt. Though he said he wanted me to stop, I could feel the stirring in his bright pink undies and the sheer eroticism that came from surrendering his body to me.

“C’mon, Mike, you’ve taunted me long enough. All those times collecting the paper with just yer bathrobe and nothing else,” I said, pushing the last of my arms and legs into his body. By now, he was certainly numb and completely at my mercy. He couldn’t even struggle or fight back. “Now I’m gonna get to use yer body all I want!”

“You’re insane!” shouted Mike, thrashing his head back and forth as his only form of fighting back against me. “Get outta me! Leave me alone. SOMEONE PLEASE—AAAHHH!” he screamed as I finally shoved my head into his. He fell to his knees, shaking and convulsing before falling onto the floor as his body surrendered control to me.

Once the convulsions finally subsided, I took a deep breath and slowly rose back to my feet. Taking a look at the clock on Mike’s wall, I grinned. “Only fifteen seconds this time,” I said, chuckling to myself as I rubbed my new, hairy pecs. “Getting better and better at this. Soon I’ll slip on in like butter.”

A knock at Mike’s door interrupted my thoughts. Not even bothering to put on any clothes, I wandered over and opened the door. Waiting for me was another neighborhood hunk, Jackson, saying, “Hey, Mike, you alright? Heard you from all the way from my place,” covered in sweat. Had he run all the way here to check on Mike?

Only after a few pants did Jackson finally noticing how half-naked and half-hard I was. Flushing, he uttered, “Uh, um...” until I finally cut in.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh! Uh, I dunno...”

He went to scratch the back of his head, but I quickly reached for his hand and gently pulled him in. “Let me explain what happened,” I said, only barely managing to suppress my grin. “Hell, if you want, I can even show you...”

FEStival Fiasco

Part 1

He Who Stands Amongst the Worms

Centaurus, from the day he hatched, had an intimate connection with the idea of hunger. During his youth, rarely did a day go by where he didn’t struggle to sleep due to the hunger pangs in his belly. Food was always scarce, and thus always tasted good. Only the vilest and expired garbage had no place in his stomach. What came out of that lonely and wretched life was a person that thrived in the Nebula Academy—the place where his body could feast on another.

As Centaurus crawled through the vents, his stomach began to growl. Already it was aching from the scent of chemicals that the human brain swam in. However, grabbing any host was a sure sign to immediately fail. The goals were clear-cut and set:

    Minimum three human hosts    

    Must not attract unneeded attention that requires intervention from the professor. Failure to do so will result in an automatic failure    

    At least one transfer between hosts must be in a crowded area. Stealth is key

Searching for a lone host throughout these apartments was the optimal way to start, and Centaurus didn’t doubt that his classmates were thinking the exact same way. All of them, he soon noticed, except for a certain member of his class. Sneaking through the vents, Centaurus caught sight of a man convulsing on his bed, the tail end of one of Centaurus’ classmates, Mizar, slipping through his mouth. While Centaurus watch, he heard the sounds of the shower running in the other room. Clever, thought Centaurus. While it didn’t fit the conventional use of “crowded,” the fact that another human stood just a few feet away fulfilled the requirement. But not clever enough. Sorry, Mizar, but it was a good attempt.

Though Centaurus was uncertain if taking the person in the shower would really count as crowded for him as well due to one of their own already inhabiting it, the opportunity that lay before him was far too sweet to pass up. He crawled through the events and made his way over to the apartment’s bathroom. Steam filled up the entire room as the inhabitant washed his body. Muscular and large—how Centaurus liked them.

Slithering through the bathroom, making sure to remain out of sight, Centaurus made his way to where the showerhead was located. To his relief, the man remained oblivious; far too invested in his song to notice. Only when the man reached a particularly high note, mouth open in a wide O, did he finally see Centaurus pounce.

“HURP!” A quick groan was all the man was able to let out as Centaurus began crawling into his mouth. Limbs flailed as he fell to his knees, then back onto the ground as water sprayed all over his convulsing body. Centaurus slipped right in, slithered to the man’s brain, and sunk his fangs onto the fleshy organ.

So good! Centaurus thought as he drank in all of the various chemicals that ran through his new host’s brain. Dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin, and endorphins all combined to form an intoxicating cocktail that always cured the hunger that plagued Centaurus’ daily life. But, he also knew that this wasn’t enough. The hunger would return, as it always did. It was a disease that plagued his mind just beneath the surface. Even on this mission, the one that would determine the rest of his future, his hunger remained a priority. Would it remain like this for the rest of his life? Would the scars that came from those early years follow him until his eventual death?

Forget about it, Centaurus told himself. Focus on what’s right ahead. The future remains on the horizon, so treat it like that. After a second to calm his nerves, he shifted and concentrated on the host’s nervous system.

In just a few moments, Centaurus saw out of the man’s eyes. Sensations welcomed him into this respite, and he welcomed them greatly. The way his body shifted as he stood on those unsteady, inefficient legs, the water that gently struck his chest and torso, and the smell of fresh soap coming from himself, was almost as addicting as the chemicals themselves. “I’m not just living, I am alive,” were the words Centaurus thought to himself as he took over his first host, and they remained true ever since.

Going through a quick skim of his host’s memories, Centaurus managed to gain his bearings on his situation. He was inside Ken Ackerman, and his lover Daniel McCree was taken over just a few feet away. If Mizar was inside of Ken, then that left Centaurus with a simple solution. He turned off the shower and quickly dried himself as much as he could. Then, throwing the towel on the floor, he strut out of the bathroom, dick already half-hard.

“Hey, Dan, how about throwing a small little culture festival of our own before heading out?” Centaurus called out as he emerged onto their shared bedroom. “Shower got me feeling hot and frisky.” He grinned as Mizar snapped his head up before quickly looking away. Was the mere sight of a naked man enough to make him flush?

“Oh, uh, a-are you sure about that, um… Ken?” said Mizar, pointedly staring down at the carpet. Even though he tried hiding it, as if ashamed, the erection was obvious.

Chuckling, Centaurus approached him with open arms, strutting the whole time. “Come, now! No need to be embarrassed. We’re men, we’re in love, nothing wrong with that!” He laughed, chest full of boisterous joy as he wrapped an arm around Mizar’s borrowed shoulders.

“Ah! Ah, I guess that’s true, um… yes, it is! We’re… in love...” Mizar said that word as though it was taboo before nodding to himself. His eyes seemed to finally gain a glint of confidence, Centaurus nodded. “Right! Well, uh, you start, then.” Ah, there it went. Now all that remained of Mizar was a timid wariness.

Is he serious? How’d he expect to pass if he’s this bad with connecting with his host and hiding amongst the crowd? Centaurus thought before spinning Mizar around and dragging him towards the bed. “Well, if you insist,” he said, “I don’t mind being the lead this time. But don’t corpse out on me, then.” Each word and lingo was so fun to say with his tongue. If he had a bit more time to himself, then Centaurus was ready to say every word in whatever book these humans used.

Mizar lied down on the bed as Centaurus spread his legs. “U-Um, wow, this feels so…”

“In-ti-mate?” Centaurus supplied, enjoying each slick movement of his tongue as he enunciated the word. “It always is, babe. C’mon, you’re not acting like yourself.” He grinned as Mizar immediately froze; his eyes betraying the panic that was happening inside. “Ha! Just messing with ya, babe! Now c’mon, let’s get started,” said Centaurus as he took out a bottle of lube from the nightstand next to the bed. “Promise I’ll be gentle, and treat ya just right...”

Mizar had always been the timid type. Even during the early days of studying, Centaurus identified him as a meek and weak individual. However, all of his previous assumptions were taken for a spin when Mizar won several combat and maneuverability competitions. Though difficult to connect with his host on the mental and emotional side, physically, very few students—such as Zathina—could compete with Mizar. “It must be the hormones,” he admitted to Centaurus during a private conversation. “I get so caught up in all these physical sensations and the chemicals involved in them, that I just sorta lost it, ehehe. It’s kind of embarrassing, really.”

And that was where Centaurus’ plan for overcoming Mizar’s talent lied.

“Oooo-OH FUCK!” Mizar cried out as Centaurus swallowed up his entire shaft. “Oh god, Ken, you—oh my god!” he said, arching his back and clutching the sheets at the sensation.

Luckily for Centaurus, Ken was truly experienced in this fine art. Making his partners beg for release in a cloud of ecstasy was Ken’s specialty. And for now, it was also a part of Centaurus’ skillset. He ran his tongue up and down before happily swallowing up the entire cock. Although he almost choked a few times, he managed to work Mizar into his first, intense orgasm.

“WH-WHAT THE FUUUUUCK! S-Something’s coming ouuuuut! AAAHHHHH!” Mizar screamed, confusion mixed in with the pleasure as he shot his load down Centaurus’ throat. “Oh god, oh my god,” said Mizar in between pants. He sat up on the bed, skin glistening with sweat, and said, “Can we do more?” with complete desperation.

Exactly as planned, Centaurus thought. “C’mon, baby, spread your legs. I got just what you need.”

Mizar did as told, nodding as Centaurus prepared himself. “Ohhhh, yes!” he moaned as Centaurus began with a lubed-up finger, then two, and finally most of his hand. “God, if this is what it feels, why aren’t we doing—NN, AAAH—all the time!” Mizar slammed his head onto the pillow, tongue hanging out as he arched his back again.

“Relax, relax,” said Centaurus, “lemme show you the main course,” he said as he slammed his cock into Mizar’s awaiting hole. To say that Mizar went over the moon would be an understatement. Had Centaurus not known about Mizar’s weakness for these physical sensations, he would’ve thought his classmate was having a seizure. Still, the neighbors might hear. To quiet Mizar down, Centaurus dove in and kissed Mizar. Their tongues played as Centaurus pounded Mizar. “God, you’re tight.”

Mizar only responded by gyrating his hips with a lewd smile.

Even though this was all part of Centaurus’ plan, he reasoned that there was no need for him to not enjoy himself. And, maybe when this was all over, he could invite Mizar for more sex with these humans. A vacation would follow the exams, and perhaps…

Centaurus’ thoughts were cut off as he let out a particularly loud moan and began to pick up speed. Their little game continued until, finally, Centaurus said, “I’m gonna cum…!

“Shoot, shoot it all inside of me!” begged Mizar. “Make me feel all full and warm!”

“I’M, I’M CUMMING!”

After what seemed like an hour of fucking, the two finally lied on the bed exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied.

“C’mon, another go,” whined Mizar.

Almost, satisfied.

Centaurus groaned. “Babe, c’mon… I’m exhausted. Let’s just relax and head down to the festival.”

“But...”

“I said no,” Centaurus snapped. He narrowed his eyes as he saw Mizar about to get up from the bed. “And y’know how serious I take monogamy, Dan,” he said, tone taking on a deadly edge. Mizar froze, and didn’t say anything. “You’re not planning on finding some dumb himbo and make him fuck you silly, are you? We promised we were the only ones for each other, remember?” Centaurus wasn’t exactly sure if that was true, but knowing that Mizar didn’t have the best capacity to draw from his host’s memories, that didn’t matter. “If you cheat on me, it’s over. Got it?”

“Got it!” Mizar responded, his arm twitching for a salute that was a habit of the creature, not the host.

“Good,” Centaurus said sweetly. “Now come here. Let’s have a nice nap...”

Mizar agreed, with some reluctance on his part. Centaurus smiled as the two of them lied back down on the bed with very little noise in the air. Somehow, in that post-orgasm silence, Centaurus drifted back and forth from sleep as he purposefully snored. Only when he heard a few moans and then the scuttling of an insect-like creature did Centaurus finally relax. Mizar’s not gonna have a high grade if he goes around begging to be fucked in different bodies, so that’s one of his classmates taken care of.

Swinging his legs off the bed, Centaurus stood up and stretched. He flexed his body to its limits, moaning each time. “God, being in a body always feels so good. Always feel alive with ‘em.” He quickly got dressed and made his way out of the room. One opponent down, four more to go. With any luck, he won’t have to deal with the worst of them until he had the area mapped out.

“Are you not ashamed of yourself?” Centaurus froze as a chill went down his spine. Although the voice was unfamiliar to him, the inflection and sheer viciousness behind it were not.

Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Centaurus turned around and grinned at the devil that insisted on haunting him. Her host was a petite woman, but one that perfectly radiated the fearsome, ferocious aura that Zathina embodied. Every step, flick of her wrist, and word all belonged to the heir of the most elite of their species. Her kind was something to revere, fear, and steer clear of. No use being dirt on the clear and golden paths. Even just looking at her in an unfamiliar body, Centaurus felt an urge to bow and beg for forgiveness, but he held his ground.

“Well well, if it isn’t the princess of our class, Zathina herself!” he said, somehow managing to keep his tone jovial as his eyes skimmed through the hall, searching for an escape route. “Tell me, to what do I owe—“

“Shut up,” said Zathina, and the hall grew silent. It was as if the world itself bowed to the authority she was born into. Though her expression remained deadpan, Centaurus could feel the sheer disgust in her eyes. What Zathina felt at that moment, he was certain it wasn’t anger. It was truly as though she was looking at a cockroach that dared to be in her in presence and insult her sight through its existence. That was how the elite would look at those born in the dirt. “I heard, and witnessed, what you did to Mizar.” She narrowed her eyes, and Centaurus briefly looked away.

How pathetic, he thought, ashamed of himself.

“Is this how you get your sick kicks, worm?” said Zathina.

“Centaurus. I insist you call me by my name.”

“Your name is ‘worm’ as far as I’m concerned,” Zathina said and Centaurus remained silent. There was no room for debate with her. “Now then,” continued Zathina, “what do you have to say for yourself regarding your… unsavory tactics?”

Despite his fear, Centaurus still said, “It’s none of your business, is what I’d say.”

“Typical response,” said Zathina, rolling her eyes. As she ran her fingers down her new hair. Was she…? Before Centaurus could mull over it some more, Zathina spoke again. “It’s almost expected at this point. You’re becoming as boring as you are insufferable. But, I suppose you’re right. It is none of my business.”

“Then why—“

“Because it will be,” Zathina cut in, each of her words punctuated by an assertive step towards Centaurus. Instinctively, he backed away, nearly losing his footing at the tail end of his retreat. Just as he was about to regain his balance, Zathina shoved him with a lone flick of her wrist. With barely any effort on her end, Centaurus was down on the ground. Before he could even attempt to stand up, Zathina pressed her foot against his neck.

“No need for that,” said Zathina in a soft, gentle voice. “In fact, no need for any of your words, either. I don’t want to hear a single one of them.” As she spoke, she placed some of her weight onto her foot, and Centaurus gagged as oxygen became scarce. Zathina’s expression remained unchanging. “Now, worm, I hope my warning will remain with you for the rest of your life: Get in my way, and I will make you will suffer. This is my first and final warning. Blink once for ‘I understand,’ and struggle to die. Three, two...”

Centaurus blinked.

Zathina smiled. “I’m glad you understood,” she said as she slowly raised her leg. Centaurus took deep, labored breaths as he welcomed the rush of oxygen. He coughed and choked until Zathina brought her heel down onto his stomach.

“Hrrk! Hrrr…” Centaurus kept his mouth shut, only defiantly glaring at Zathina as she blinked in surprised.

“You didn’t scream. Impressive,” she said before stepping away from him. “You always seem to impress me in the most unexpected of ways, worm. Well, let’s make this the last time we see each other today. For your sake.”

“You...”

Zathina stomped on the floor, and Centaurus flinched. “Good. It seems I’ve trained you well,” she said, smirking with pure satisfaction. “Well, so long.” With a small and curt wave, Zathina walked away. Not even once did she turn back to see if Centaurus stood up and chased after her or not. To her, there was most likely no need.

“F-Fuck you,” Centaurus muttered, quiet enough that she wouldn’t hear. Zathina, as long as I live, I won’t let you win. I swear it.

Eight Cups a Day

Alan emerged from the water with a deep and relaxed sigh. The gentle ocean tide early in the morning always felt so nice on his aging body. Buying this brand new beach house after his retirement was the best decision he ever made.

Every day, he went out for an early swim and today was no exception. However, this time he did arrive at the beach a bit later due to staying up later than usual to watch the meteor shower last night. Thankfully, the beach was still decently empty at this time of the day, so he was perfectly at peace with nothing but the crashing waves for company.

However, as Alan made his way back to the shore to dry up, he felt something slip through his swimsuit. “Hmm?” There was a slimy sensation near his butt, and it nearly made him jump. Had some algae decided to hitch a ride with him? “What the—OH!” Now he jumped, as the slimy creature began sliding into his ass crack. “Oh, I-I-OH SHIT!” Alan dropped to his knees and began awkwardly convulsing as this strange, slimy sensation spread throughout his body. It felt cold and then warm, then some kind of alien mix of the two. “Wh-What on earth?!” he said as he collapsed onto the sand, smiling as a euphoric sensation spread throughout his body as the creature spread. He felt full; like someone was pounding full of nice cock. The more the creature spread, the more each one of his cells burst into fireworks of pleasure.

“F-FUCK!” Before Alan realized it, he was sporting a throbbing erection. He slid his swimsuit down to his knees and spread his legs, as if trying to fuck himself on the slimy invader. “Yes, yes, YES! AW FUCK!” He erupted into an explosive orgasm, spilling his seed all over the sand before collapsing into a convulsing mess of limbs. Then, as his body grew still, Alan slowly stood up. “Mmm...I see,” he said in a low, uncharacteristic tone.

Pulling his swimsuit back on, Alan made his way over to the ocean. “Come, my brothers,” he said as the waves crashed over him, “let us enjoy this new planet.”

xxx

“I gotta say, hot stud, didn’t expect for ya to get so excited to come over,” said Forde with a smile. He had gotten a quick match to help fix how horny he’s been getting for a while now. The guy actually came within like 20 minutes of the match! Seemed he was excited as soon as he learned Forde had a pool. “And, underwater sex? Sure as hell didn’t expect that. But I’m willing to try new things!”

“Always been a fan of the water,” said Alan, grinning back. “It’s like I was meant to be in it, or something. So, shall we get started?”

A mere ten minutes later, Alan held down a struggling Forde underwater as one of his slimy brethren invaded his body. With the pool acting as a catalyst in these invasions, the two would continue taking over hosts and flourish in this new rock.

Sneak Peak to the Next Story

Look forward to it!

“I dunno Mr. Joe,” said my niece’s boyfriend, Matt, as I pulled him closer to my bed. Despite how surprised and apprehensive he appeared to be, there was still a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if on an inside joke. “What if Morgan finds out? I dunno if I could hurt her like that. Y’know, doing this with you.”

“Shh...” I said, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt to reveal the chest of a boy finalizing his transition into a man. Despite the differences in our ages, he was already on his way to becoming more muscular than me. That, of course, only fueled the desire in my body. I could’ve sworn I started drooling, to my chagrin. “It can be our little secret.”

The way Matt whined didn’t go unnoticed. His face was completely flushed, in a daze of lust and perversion that most wouldn’t dare go to. On my end, I was pitching a raging stiffie—so much so that it was starting to hurt pressed up against my jeans. Of course, a simple strip and that was taken care of. There I was, clad in just my briefs, lying on my bed with my niece’s boyfriend’s bulge just inches away from my mouth.

Now, my gentle listener, you might be wondering how exactly I got myself into this mess. After all, having sex with my niece’s boyfriend would warrant getting cut off from your entire extended family for generations, but my case has some particularities, irregularities, and even “supernatural-ities,” if you pardon my French. See, it’s not me having sex with my niece’s boyfriend; it’s my niece.

Falling into the Debts of Hell

Part 1

“I dunno Mr. Joe,” said my niece’s boyfriend, Matt, as I pulled him closer to my bed. Despite how surprised and apprehensive he looked, there was still a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if on an inside joke. “What if Morgan finds out? I dunno if I could hurt her like that. Y’know, doing this with you.”

“Shh...” I said, slowly unbuttoning his polo shirt to reveal the chest of a boy finalizing his transition into a man. Despite the differences in our ages, he was already on his way to becoming more muscular than me. That, of course, only fueled the desire in my body. I could’ve sworn I started drooling, to my chagrin. “It can be our little secret.”

The way Matt whined didn’t go unnoticed. His face was completely flushed, in a daze of lust and perversion that most wouldn’t dare go to. On my end, I was pitching a raging stiffie—so much so that it was starting to hurt pressed up against my jeans. Of course, a simple strip and that was taken care of. There I was, clad in just my briefs, lying on my bed with my niece’s boyfriend’s bulge just inches away from my mouth.

Now, my gentle listener, you might be wondering how exactly I got myself into this mess. After all, having sex with my niece’s boyfriend would warrant getting cut off from your entire extended family for generations, but my case has some particularities, irregularities, and even “supernatural-ities,” if you pardon my French. See, it’s not me having sex with my niece’s boyfriend; it’s my niece.

Ah, sorry, I got too far ahead of myself again.

My name is Joseph, and I was a man with a dream. I had the wild fantasy of having a nice little mansion with plenty of cute maids; all wearing bunny ears, cat ears, the like; fighting each other for the chance to serve me.

However, I knew from the days I spent toiling my youth at arcades and casinos that money was easy for someone as fortunate as me. Though my younger brother warned me over and over again about the dangers of gambling. Naturally, a man now over 40 and savings that barely amounted to anything, I threw those childish warnings to the back of my mind and set off toward the closest casino in town. I had little to lose and a dream of debauchery to gain. Really, though, it was also about the thrill.

Sadly, even having the noblest dreams close to your heart wasn’t enough to make one a winner. Though my first time going to the casino resulted in a nice $300 profit, every other trip was a total flop. I bled cash in all other visits, and soon I could feel my shoulders being crushed by the burden of an unpayable debt. Well, I say “unpayable,” like it was unreasonable, but I don’t think anyone’s ever expected anything unreasonable out of me. With enough work and time, I would’ve been able to take care of it myself. However, at the time, I really saw myself as facing the gates of hell, and the devil of Greed awaited for my eternal soul. That was the sorta immaturity I embodied. It easy to fall into the “the world is against me,” mindset when you only look at your problems. Especially when you consider everyone’s reactions to it.

The only thing I feared more than the debt was my family finding out about the debt. My parents had already passed away, so at least I wouldn’t have to face the results of their reactions until I was long dead. However, my younger brother and his family already saw me as a child in the body of a hairy old man, so I couldn’t allow them to see my failures as both a gambler and as a human.

Then, the day arrived that my niece and nephew visited my home.

They were a pair of twins that looked and sounded nothing alike. The girl, Morgan, stood tall and proud, with her long hair shining as brightly as her future in the sun. Her twin brother Isaac, younger only by a few minutes and shorter by a mere inch, didn’t stand so much as slouch with his own brand of arrogance. His hair, as messy as his clothes, was cut short and uneven, and even dyed black to distinguish himself further. But his future arguably shined even brighter than his sister. The only thing the two seemed to have in common was their intelligent, green eyes that looked at me with concern.

And that was all I knew about them. Though they came to my house often, all I knew was they shared my blood through my brother’s side and they shared their mother’s success. Aside from a few anecdotes, they were complete strangers to me. We didn’t even share appearance, either. Even so, letting them rot on my porch on a hot summer day wasn’t an option, so I let them inside.

“Thank you for having us,” said Morgan with a curt nod. It was the politeness one had with a client or a guest. Creeped me out. Girls her age shouldn’t be acting like that. “You see, there was a note on our front door when we arrived home. We didn’t tell our parents yet, but… it mentioned your being in debt.”

I didn’t say anything. Guess I figured that if I didn’t speak and just stewed in this awkward and heavy silence, eventually they’d get bored and leave.

“Everything ok? The note speak the truth?” Isaac said with a gruff grunt. “If you’re in trouble, it’s good to talk ‘bout it and shit.”

They weren’t gonna leave without any answer. Not just that, they pretty much saw through all of my nonsense and bullshit. All I could really do was be honest, despite all the shame I had. I took a deep breath and shared my story with them. Thankfully, they respectfully listened without interrupting or even batting an eye.

Once I finished, Morgan and Isaac shared meaningful glances with each other. While Isaac retained a deadpan expression, Morgan looked ready to burst into tears.

“They really took advantage of you, uncle,” she said, sniffling as she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hands. “And, they’ll most likely be after all of our family, now. We’ll be the target of harassment for who knows how long.” She let out a couple wet sobs while facing away from me. “S-Sorry, I’m sorry…”

“They’ll keep harassing us,” said Isaac, “unles…”

Unless?

“We can pay off the debt,” said Isaac, as deadpan as ever despite how ridiculous his words were. Before I could even respond to tell him how terrible his lies were, Morgan pulled out a fat wad of cash from her purse. She flashed me a few bills. Several hundreds, fifties, and twenties—all organized carefully; no doubt by Morgan. It was enough. No, even more than enough. These crazy kids had plenty of cash on them and were willing to bail me out! But…

I shook my head and backed away. “I can’t accept your cash,” I said.

“You’re literally reaching for it right now, ya dolt,” said Isaac to my chagrin. My body could never refuse cash from anything. “C’mon, uncle, just take the damn money,” he said, sounding exhausted by now.

Morgan nodded. “If they know where we live, they’re just going to keep harassing us like this. Our mom would have a panic attack if she found out. Better you are in our debt than in theirs.”

Funny, Morgan had even said,  “better you be in our debt than in theirs,” but I didn’t see the true purpose behind their little scheme. I could’ve asked any number of questions, like “Where did you get your hands on this money?” or “What kind of debt collectors leave a note behind?” or even “Why’re you willing to bail me out?” But all I had my eyes on was that stack of money that would grant me peace of mind.

I took it without hesitation, thanking my niece and nephew profusely. Sweet little Morgan even gave me a hug before she said goodbye through a tearful smile. Not only did I need to pay back what these kids deserved, but I also needed to do something extra for them.

That night, I made my way to the casino to hand it off to the owner. Though he accepted it, I could see a glint of disapproval in his eyes. Just from his expression, I could tell he was thinking, “A loan shark, eh? Typical.” He wasn’t entirely wrong either, I’ll admit to that.

I made a note to myself to never visit that place again as I left. Not out of fear of debt, but because I did want to see that unpleasant look anymore.

Once I arrived home, I found Morgan waiting for me. Surprisingly, her brother was nowhere to be found. Figured they were attached at the hip. “Forget something?” I asked her as she stood up from her seat on my porch.

“No, nothing like that,” said Morgan, playing with her hair as she avoided my gaze. “I just wanted to ask something of you. Do you mind if we go inside, uncle? It’s rather cold tonight,” she said, shivering.

I nodded and stepped forward to unlock the door. “It’s open—“ I began, but before I finished speaking, I felt Morgan press her hand against my back. A numbing sensation spread throughout my body, and a cloudy haze spread in my mind.

“Let’s go inside, uncle,” said Morgan, and I silently followed her command. She shut the door behind her, and suddenly I feared how alone we were. “So, I’ve decided to go ahead and make you pay off your new debt right away.” Her tone remained nonchalant; completely unlike the emotional girl I saw this afternoon. “But, Isaac and I aren’t interested in money. If we were, we would have never taken on your debt.” With an innocent smile that befitted her age, she said, “That’s why you’ll pay us off with your body.”

“Wh-What are you saying? Morgan, why can’t I move?!”

“Please be quiet.” And then my mouth refused to move. The most I could do was wiggle my toes and blink. “At least, be quiet until I start to enter you.” She checked her phone, probably to text some friend, before lifting her face with a satisfied smile. However, what truly frightened me was her gaze. In Morgan’s green eyes was not the cute glint of a high school girl, but the tenacity, hunger, and ferociousness of a predator. “It’s a shame Isaac and I always have to share, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re born a twin.”

She held up her hand, as though to cast a spell, and placed it on my pectoral. Then, she began to knead it like she was some kinda baker. I couldn’t even moan at her sudden and invasive touch. Not even when her hand passed through the cloth and skin and deep inside of me. “There we go,” she said with a chuckle as her whole arm disappeared inside of me. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’ll just feel a little uncomfortable. Like getting a type of foreign massage.”

My only response was a huff through clenched teeth. Morgan pointedly ignored that and kept pushing more and more of herself into me. Once her entire form disappeared and I was all alone in the living room did I finally gain control of myself. But it was only for an instant. My body cringed and convulsed as I felt Morgan shift inside of me. Was she trying to get comfortable?

Eventually, the convulsions stopped, and my body began to move despite my attempts. First, I stretched my arms and cracked my neck. “Let’s see...” Then, I flex both biceps. “Not bad, uncle Joe. Dad bods are all the rage nowadays, so you should be popular with a certain demographic.” I grinned, but inside I was truly frightened. Had I really become a passenger in my own body?

Morgan in my body pulled out my cell phone and punched in a number I had never seen before. “Hey Matt!” she greeted—her preppy tone so bizarre in my husky voice.

“Morgan? Babe, you really got him?” It was a boy’s voice, and he sounded excited. “No way!” he said with a laugh. “Ok, I’m on my way. Be there soon. So, uh… when I get there…?”

“I’ll be in character,” I said as I rubbed at my bulge. What the hell was Morgan planning on doing with my body?! “Don’t worry, even if it’s a little awkward the first time, we can do it again, and again, and again. My uncle owes us a debt to last years to come.”

Morgan sat down my body on the couch and began a small exploration. “I hope you won’t think too badly of me,” she said as she played around with my body. First by flexing, then my running her hands down my torso. “Mm, not bad. Bit of muscle and the fat keeps it from looking too muscly and weird. Not too round, either.” She directed my fingers to caress my thighs, and then my face. “No wonder Matt went crazy when I showed him pics of you. He’s bi, so playing around helps spice up our relationship,” she told me. Was she expecting me to respond to her or something? Maybe it was more a pleasantry than anything else.

Morgan did another pleasurable stretch, and she let out a small moan as something popped. “Aw, nice. God, uncle, I have got to sign you up for yoga. You could be really flexible if you just put some effort into it. And it’ll do some good for what we’re about to do.”

Not long after the phone call, I heard the doorbell ring. My shirt off, clad in just my underwear, I confidently strutted over to the door. On the other end was a young man who gasped and took an immediate step back. “W-Woah! Oh, sir, uh… is Morgan here?” he said with a nervous smile. His eyes kept shifting up and down.

“Hmm, dunno,” I said, leaning against the door frame and subtly bouncing my pecs. “Maybe inside? Why don’t you come in? We can go look together, young man.”

“Uh, if you say so, sir.” Together, the two of us wandered around the house, exchanging flushed and playful looks along the way, until we ended up in my room. “Huh, thought she said she’d be here. Weird, right, sir?” said Matt, making sure to face away from me to hide his boner.

“Well, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” I said, stepping closer to Matt. “But, in the meantime, why don’t I keep you company?” I stepped closer to him, even as he tried to avoid my gaze as much as possible.

“Wh-What do you mean?” Finally, Matt turned to face me, our lips just a few inches apart. “S-Sir?!” I said nothing but smiled as I took his hand and placed it on my chest. “H-Hey, c’mon. I-I can’t do this to Morgan! I—“ and before he could finish, I placed a finger to his lips. Though his protests continued, they slowly fizzled out like a dying firework. The main show would begin soon.

“Relax,” I whispered to him. As he quieted down, I leaned in and planted a slow, sensual kiss on his lips. Never in my life was I as romantic as that. “I can take care of you. Everything you want. I’m all yours,” I said, my hands exploring his chest, then abdomen, and finally, his bulge hidden by his jeans. “Your li’l guy’s ready. You?”

The kiss must’ve pushed Matt over the edge, cause he said, “I...I am. I sure as hell am!” before lowering his voice to a quiet, sensual whisper. “Been wanting to fuck your tight, old man ass ever since I saw you.”

With just a bit of foreplay, we ended up on my bed. Matt held my wrists down with one hand while slowly, smoothly sliding my underwear down with the other. I had never been on the receiving end of a fucking, not even when I was in college. “God, you’re aggressive,” I said, “can’t say I don’t approve.”

“You’re gonna do a helluva lot more than approve when I’m done with you,” said Matt with a lust sigh as he spread my legs. “Gonna make you cum buckets. Nah, hell nah. Gonna fuck you so hard your world’s gonna go white.” He took deep breaths, like a running about to undergo a marathon. Just how hard did his body crave something like this? Jesus Morgan, what did you do to this kid?

“Do it, lover boy,” I said as I lifted my legs into the air. “This hole’s craving hot jock boy cock.” That was all the encouragement Matt needed. With some lube he must’ve brought himself, he circled my anus with his cock head, loosening it just a bit. “Getting impatient, boy...” I said, biting my lower lip in preparation.

Really wished Morgan hadn’t said that, cause that boy had some stamina! He pounded me so hard that I thought I was gonna split in half. “OH! OH FUCK, OH!” I cried out while writhing on my bed. If Morgan hadn’t used my hands to push against the headboard, I would’ve been concussed. “OH! M-Matt, you’re—FUCK—a goddamn stallion!”

“I ain’t finished yet!” he said, cockily. “Ya think I had—nngh—ENOUGH?!” Matt punctuated that with a particularly deep thrust, hitting my g-spot just right. For a second, my vision really did go white. “C’mon, moan for me! I wanna hear those deep groans you can only get from a geezer like you.”

I did just that, to my horror. My voice, that which I thought was only for the ladies, was now saying stuff like, “I’ve never been plugged by this much cock before!” while laughing hard enough to start tearing up. “Ohhhhhh, I’ve spent so many lonely nights before ya, Matt. Masturbating doesn’t come close to comparing to—NNGG, AHHH—to this!” I said, my legs writhing as the sensation began building. My abdomen began to tighten as climax approached. Words were already beyond me, and all I could do was scream as I shot my load between us.

“Get over here,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he pulled me close and started to roughly make out with me. He continued to fuck me, and I wrapped my legs around him in order to pull him close.

“Breed me. Make me your woman, kid,” I moaned, my dick erect and leaking still. I was full, and it was… nice.

Matt soon came afterward, moaning into my mouth as these crazy kids continued kissing and embracing. “Ohhh, that was so good, Mr. Joe,” he said as he rubbed his face against my furry chest.

“Roleplay is over, Matt,” I said, rolling my eyes. At least she finally stopped pretending to be me. “Next time, I’m on top, okay? With my own body.”

“Yeah yeah,” he said with a lighthearted chuckle. The two of them continued to embrace, and I started to feel like a third wheel in my own body. “You really gotta hand off your uncle’s body? For real?”

I shrugged. “Only fair. My brother gets to use him tomorrow. I got him for tonight, and we’ll keep on switching.”

“You really share everything with him, huh?”

I clicked my tongue. “Not everything,” I said. “But, most things we do. We’re twins, y’know. We share a birthday, we share tastes, we even share dreams.” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. A serenity spilled all over me. Was I the one feeling at peace, or was Morgan simply relaxed after that intense session? I was all sweaty, and even though Matt was clearly enjoying the sensation, I still wanted to take a shower and forget about all of this. But she didn’t let me. “Isaac,” Morgan began again, and I intently listened, “is half of my soul. And I’m half of his. That’s how twins work. We’re fine separated, but together we’re unbeatable.”

That tenacity returned, and it frightened me. Knowing what these two kids could do, I felt dread creeping over my soul. The power they could have with the ability to possess and control people from the inside was limited only by their devious imagination. Visions of money, power, and slaves under their heels flashed across my eyes. Were these the dreams that Morgan mentioned?

I learned far more than I wanted to about my niece and nephew that night. And would continue to do so for many nights to come.

Blood is Thicker than Water 2

After taking over the older man’s body, the alien found himself leaning back on his chair and enjoying just the simple pleasures of the possession. “Harold, Harry for short,” he said to himself, chuckling. “Ahhh, sorry son, but this body is just too nice to pass up on. Maybe when you’ll older you can be a nice husk for me to use and abuse.”

His son simply looked straight ahead, completely emotionless. After several days of just being a host for the alien now known as “Harold,” his mind was having a hard time awakening. A few hours later, and he’ll be back to normal, though confused on why his ass felt so stretched out. However, for the time being, he was in a state of “until further instruction.” While at first, the possessed Harold had planned to use his son for a test drive of his new assets, he reconsidered.

Perhaps the son or the experience of transferring hosts had altered something in the chemicals of the alien's brain, but he suddenly found himself searching for a partner far richer, similar to Harold himself. Eager to work, Harold searched through his host’s contact list and memory banks to find not just a suitable Saturday night encounter, but also an alternative host to take over once he was bored with Harold.

He had no purpose in life, so he decided to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. One man from Harold’s workplace stood out in particular: Peter Koche. A serious man that, on occasion, would steal glances at Harold when he believed no one saw. Unfortunately for him, Harold did notice, and now the slime creature inside of him would take the opportunity that the normal Harold would be disgusted by.

With one hand in his underwear and absentmindedly playing with his impressive new package, Harold sent Peter an email asking for a moment of his time to go out and get some drinks. Surprisingly, Peter responded soon afterward with a polite acceptance. “Yes!” Harold cried out, commanding his yet-to-be-awake son to high-five him.

Later that night, after a few rounds of drinking and playful flirting, Harold found himself in Peter’s apartment.

“It’s a decent place,” said Peter, walking around the place with his hands in his slacks’ pockets, fidgeting with the fabric. “Little lonely, though. Such a big apartment for a guy like me.” He avoided Harold’s as he spoke. Was the tint of red that colored his cheeks from the drinks or something else?

Harold simply smiled. “Y’know I have a son,” he said as he took a seat on the sofa. He gestured for Peter to do the same.

Obliging his guest’s request, Peter took a seat on the end of the couch. as far from Harold as he could be. “I know,” he said, trying to save face. “I was just saying! No need to jump to assumptions like that. Or are you looking to piss me off?”

Harold shook his head. “Looks like you’re doing well enough at that on your own.” He laughed at Peter’s sheepish huff. “We’re adults, Peter. Friends, even. If you want to tell me something, just be straight with me.” Never dropping the smile, Harold leaned in. He caressed Peter from his chest down to his stomach.

“Or, you’d rather be something else?” he whispered into Peter’s ear.

“Ha-Harold! I...”

“Yes…?”

“I never expected you to be so forward...” Peter said, his hot breath causing excited goosebumps to trail down Harold’s arms. “A-Are you sure about this? What about Casey, your son?”

“Oh don’t worry about Casey,” said Harold as he reached forward to undo the first of Peter’s buttons. “He’ll understand. I’ll make sure of it.” He licked his lips as he saw the trail from Peter’s chest down to his stomach. “Found a treasure chest,” he said, twerking Peter’s nipple with his fingers. “All to myself, too.” With those words and a sensual moan from Peter, Harold threw himself for a sweet loving.

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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, OHHH!” Peter cried out as he came. The warm sensation of his own semen splattered all over his stomach only made him harder.

“A-Almost, almost—NGH! I’m cumming…!” Harold grunted. Peter moaned as he felt a torrent of cum flood his insides. He felt warm and full, like he just had a wonderful snacc. Before he could say anything, Harold let out a loud moan and collapsed on top of him, pinning Peter to the ground. “Ha-Harold—WOAH!” Peter cringed as he felt something warm surge into his body. “Harold, Harold—lemme go, aaahhh!”

He writhed on the couch, cock rubbing against Harold’s stomach as another creature invaded his body.

Not too long afterward, Peter was looking at himself in the mirror with a completely different demeanor. “Not bad,” said Peter, flexing. “Body feels adequate, and it’s nicely aged and taken care of, too. He’ll be a good host and plaything when I’m feeling bored.” He glanced back at Harold, who still sat on the couch, eyes completely blank. “Let’s have some fun, human.”

FEStival Fiasco

Part 2

Part 1, Prologue

You’re Gonna Carry that Weight

Before the competition, the students were given time to research the cultures of the planet they would soon infiltrate. For Centaurus, what interested him the most was the cowboy. He had obsessively watched several spaghetti westerns and read many books detailing the rugged outlaws that prowled the western United States.

To Centaurus, the cowboy embodied freedom. He was a gallant legend that wandered the land, not caring about class or even order he dispensed justice wherever he went. He proudly carried himself with his smooth-talking ways and underhanded tricks that resonated so strongly with Centaurus. At least, that was the image that Centaurus had carved into his mind. I want to be like that. Not a worm, but a cowboy.

Now, staring a real-life cowboy at one of the food stalls in the early festival hours, he found himself unable to even utter a word.

“Uh, ya see somethin’ ya like?” The man said with a carefree grin. As soon as the cowboy spoke up, Centaurus jumped in his seat. He was still in Ken’s body, but the man’s memory and charisma completely failed. Even his own natural talent fizzled out.

“Um, yeah—no, wait, shit! Didn’t mean it like that,” said Centaurus, now pointedly looking away. He couldn't recall a time when he had gotten this flustered. What was happening to him? “Forget about it, all right?”

The stall owner arched an eyebrow at the two, but she didn’t say anything. She simply served their food with a polite nod.

Centaurus meant to walk away and crawl in a hole, but the cowboy stepped right in his way. Clad in a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat, he wore both his clothes and expression with unrivaled charisma. “Howdy,” he said, carefully enunciating the word.

“H-Hey...”

“C’mon! No need to be shy. Walk with me.” Seeing no reason to decline, Centaurus allowed himself to be guided around by this man straight out of his fantasies. “Name’s Austin,” he introduced himself. “Southern boy by birth and trade. You?”

“C-Cent,” was as far Centaurus said before clamming up again.

“Cent? Funny li’l name,” Austin said with a laugh. “Cute, tho. Like, rolls off the tongue real nice.” His tongue licked his lips just the slightest bit as he spoke. Centaurus nearly melted right then and there.

“So, what caught yer eye?” said Austin.

“Oh, uh, guess… how out there you are,” Centaurus said, mentally kicking himself as the conversation drew on. He had walked into this conversation flat-footed and tumbled in just about every exchange. His heart was racing, and his whole body burned with a desire he couldn't snuff out. “You’re eye-catching, is all I can say.”

Austin leaned in, grinning as he said, “Think I’m more than that to ya. Yer startin’ to pitch a tent, y’know,” with a wink. Centaurus grit his teeth, cursing under his breath as he looked down at himself. Austin continued, saying, “C’mon, let’s get ya somewhere more discreet ‘fore security kicks ya outta this place.”

Without waiting for a response, Austin took Centaurus’ hand and dragged him away from the festival. “Don’t worry, I ain’t roomin’ with any folks,” he said, head bopping back and forth as though he was humming a song to himself. “We’ll be private.”

“I-If you say so,” said Centaurus.

They arrived soon afterward. On occasion, Centaurus caught a few stares from the various guests that ate from the continental breakfast, but he didn’t worry about that. Now he was alone in the cowboy’s room. As he sat on the foot of the bed, he noticed that there was what he figured was the scent of the great southern frontier. Austin was here for merely a day, and already his scent had marked the room.

“It’s my candle,” said Austin, excitedly gesturing to a container with a candle decorated with a tiny, smiling cowboy inside. “Friend o’ mine gave it to me ‘fore I left. Said it’d keep the ranch in my heart,” he said. “Always a romantic, that girl, bless her heart. But still, always makes these sterile rooms feel a li’l bit more like home.” Home…

“How come you left?” said Centaurus.

“Yer a noisy one, ain’tcha?” Austin said, not dropping his smile. “Guess it felt like it was high time fer me to just...travel, y’know? Spent my whole life on the ranch. Felt like I had to break away ‘n’ find m’own path. Wanted to sorta find something. Myself, maybe. Headed to this town and chatted a friend up from my childhood. Planned on goin’ to the festival together, but he got hit hard with the flu. So I walked ‘round the place, lookin’ fer somethin’ to do.”

“And that’s when you picked me up?”

Austin chuckled. “Well, wouldn’t put it like that. ‘d rather call it sweepin’ ya off yer feet, my friend.”

“And you call your friend a romantic,” Centaurus said, tittering to himself. Uneasiness long forgotten, he continued to chat away and talk with Austin until the two of them fell back onto the bed together, slowly undressing. “I’ve never done this with a cowboy before, I gotta admit.”

“Well, I ain’t just a cowboy, Cent. I’m Austin.”

Yeah, Centaurus thought, you’re Austin. What lied before him was no longer a cowboy—a character he so fondly thought of. Instead, it was a man that found him, for whatever reason, charming. “Come here,” said Centaurus, lying down on top of Austin. He could hear his heart gently beating. You’re wonderful.

Centaurus, fully nude, spread his legs. Austin first started by teasing his hole with a finger, then his tongue. “Gonna do this right,” he said in-between his tongue teases. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Promise.” Centaurus just nodded, trembling with anticipation. His legs quivered with just the foreplay.

However, the teasing went on for far too long. His hole, initially tingling with pleasure, now felt played with and empty. “Oh, just fuck me already,” Centaurus moaned.

“Beg a li’l more,” Austin said.

“Please, Austin. Tear me in two already.”

“Nah, nah, that ain’t want I’m lookin’ fer.” Austin raised himself and lied on top of Centaurus’ chest with a smirk on his face. “Ask me for a lovin’. Something so sweet yer tight li’l ass will never forget.”

Swallowing, Centaurus said, “Make love to me, Austin. Make me forget about my fucking life,” and Austin complied.

Austin softly whispered, “Yer moans’re so hot,” and, “cry harder for me...” as he pounded Centaurus. “So cute, Cent,” he said before groaning in pleasure as well as he sped up.

Centaurus nearly fainted as he felt Austin fuck him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, biting down on his knuckles. As soon as Austin said his name, he shut his eyes and allowed himself to indulge in that fantasy. There was no Ken, no competition, nothing except himself and this man who didn’t feel like a stranger anymore.

“God, fuck, yer so damn tight, Cent!” Austin cried out as he drew back and slammed into Centaurus with wild abandon. “Moan more fer me, c’mon!” he said, pumping Centaurus’ dick as he fucked him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck! Sh-Shit, I’m cumming…!”

Austin took that opportunity to lean in and hungrily kiss Centaurus, who reciprocated. He drank in as much of Austin’s heavy pants and scent as he could. After so many times of hearing another name with a partner, it was nice to feel as though he didn’t have to pretend. He lied bare to this man who miraculously knew so little about him, and it was so liberating.

Centaurus’ midsection tightened, and then he came sticky ropes onto Austin’s chest. The two groaned into each other’s mouths as they came together.

“Maybe it’s just the high I got, but… I love yer company, Cent.”

In-between pants, Centaurus said, “I feel the same way, Austin,” and desperately wished he meant every word. He knew this had nothing to do with the mission or his desire to finally build his career, but he still wished this would last forever.

“What’s the matter, Cent? Yer lookin’ a bit down.”

“Not sure. I… I seriously don’t know.”

“Well, dunno if this makes ya feel any better but, I thought yer pretty nice company if I do say so myself,” said Austin with a small, charming smile.

However, Centaurus still thought about her. Zathina’s bitter and hateful expression remained in the back of his mind. He could still feel her shoe nearly crushing his windpipe. “You’re wasting time,” he imagined her saying with that sneer of hers. Alongside her sickening voice was the word worm over and over again like it was branded directly into his brain. “Indulging in these nonsensical things,” the voice continued, “you’re pathetic. Looks like the winner is clear. I suppose you truly are a worm after all.”

“Kiss me,” said Centaurus.

“Hmm?” Austin hummed, surprised at his sudden interruption.

Not waiting for an answer, Centaurus wrapped an arm around Austin’s neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. “Mmm, mmm!” Austin didn’t initially fight back until he felt something slipping in through his mouth.

Centaurus disconnected himself from Ken’s brain, leaving behind some toxic behind, and quickly slithered into Austin’s open, vulnerable mouth. Eventually, Austin pushed an unconscious Ken off, but it was already too late. The alien was already making its way through his mouth and into his brain. Austin tried to grab at the alien, but he failed to get a grasp. He fell back onto the bed and began to convulse as pleasure and fear overrode his entire body.

Switching host was always a dizzying experience for Centaurus. Not only because looking at his host body disoriented him with the raping changing of faces, but because there remained a little bit of himself in them.

“Wake up,” Centaurus commanded Ken. Wordlessly, Ken sat up in the bed. “Go home to your partner. Don’t even look at me.” Ken nodded and began to leave. “Put your clothes on first! Animal...”

For all members of his kind, the toxic vanishes from the host after about 20 minutes. Ken would be back to normal with little recollection of what he did. The experience that Ken went through would be forgotten. Same with Austin when Centaurus eventually left. Even if by some twist of fate they crossed paths again, Centaurus would be the only one left with that moment in his memories.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw no trace of the man that he shared that tender moment with. No matter how much Centaurus tried to laugh, frown, or even cry, he could no longer see Austin anymore. All that the mirror reflected was a worm pretending to be a man. He was alone.

Eight Pleas on a Starry Night

Eight Cups a Day

Eight Memories a Minute

All that this creature knew from the moment of its "birth," was to consume. The moment it first began to understand "itself" and "the world," it absorbed whatever was in front of it. Just as babes from the womb yearn for their mother's womb, these slimes feast upon segments of their host's brains. There was no thought and no malice behind; instead, it was pure instinct. Consume and assimilate as much as the host's brain would allow until complete takeover.

The moment this creature, now male due to his host, opened his eyes, he saw the sight of another looking at him with emotion the creature couldn't quite understand just yet. However, through pure instinct and the slight connection they shared as a species, he knew that this was his brother. “Ah, hello,” he greeted with pure innocence.

“H-Hey,” his brother responded, sounding not unlike the people the creature saw in his host’s memories. How skillful was he at hiding amongst these humans? “D-Do you know who I am? Do you know who you are? What’s your name?” Now, he spoke aggressively, but alongside another set of emotions.

Not wanting to disappoint his brother, the creature said, “I do not recall,” with complete assurance. “I seem to be quite adept at assimilating my host’s memories, unfortunately. It looks as though I cannot be a unit that can infiltrate any of these people.”

His brother shut his eyes, as though he had swallowed something harsh, before saying, “You are Nolan. Your name is Nolan.”

“Nolan. Understood.”

“And I’m F-Forde. My name is Forde.” Forde took a deep breath, his hand brushing up against Nolan’s. Then, he intertwined their fingers together. “Do you really not remember me? When we looked at the stars together?"

Nolan shook his head. “Am I supposed to? I am sorry if I am not up to your standards, brother.” Squeezing Forde’s hand—was it his host’s natural response?—Nolan said, “I will do better in the future. Do not worry.”

Forde nodded as he drew his hand back to his chest. There was an emotion on Forde’s face that Nolan did not recognize, so he ignored it.

The creature inside of Alan stared up at the summer night. He had a fleeting thought of the few stars that shined despite the town's light pollution and wondered if that was where he and his kin came from. However, he quickly dismissed that line of thought. It was not important for their invasion, so it was unnecessary. He was reeling from these useless thoughts that continued to plague him ever since the day he emerged from the sea.

Most of his brothers had perished when he had managed to infect Forde. He could only convert one person and implant his sole offspring before his brothers, unable to speak to him and cry for help, dried up. All he could do now was ignore any sort of sentimentalism that burdened him and press on forward.

“I am an invader,” the invader said to himself, floating naked on the surface of the pool. “Then, why do I have these regrets?”

Regret was a sentiment that his host, Alan, was familiar with. Words left unsaid, arguments he couldn't take back, and a life that was snuffed due to a misunderstanding. The list was long but also faded. By now, the invader had engulfed most of Alan's memories, so there was very little he could recall with any clarity. All he could see was a series of faded images.

It mattered little, the invader decided. The lingering feelings didn’t matter. All that was important was to breed and infect. That was the final purpose they had.

“Alan, there’s someone at the door.”

Ah, that was unexpected. Alan swam to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out. “Do you know who it is, brother?”

He nodded. “It’s your friend—or rather, it’s your host’s friend,” said Forde. “He texted you, and I responded, and one thing left to another...” he said, nonchalantly while pointing his thumb to the front of the house. “And now he’s here. You gonna…?”

“I’ll have to infect him,” said the invader as he dried himself off. “There’s nothing else that can be done.”

“Right, well Nolan is by the door if you need any assistance.”

The invader raised an eyebrow. “Will you not help me?”

“I'm sorta tired if we're being honest. Maybe some other time?" Forde said with a shrug and a grin.

The invader narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything in response. He walked past Forde, but stopped right before crossing the doorway. “You are my offspring, and yet you are so different from your brother and myself. Why is that?” There was far too much personality, whether from the host or from the possessor itself. It was odd.

Forde’s gaze grew distant. “I wonder why myself,” he muttered. “But never mind that. Your friend’s in the front, and Nolan’s in position to help you infect him.”

“And your family? The ones who own this home?”

“Won’t be back until Monday. We’ve got plenty of time.”

The invader had suspicions rise, but he pushed them to the back of his mind. There were more pressing matters to attend to. “Please, watch over your siblings.” The invader didn’t wait for a response. He processed the information carefully and he dried off and dressed.

“Alan, hey!” Forde was right. A friend of Alan, a great deal younger—about middle-aged—stood in front of the doorway. The invader could not access much of Alan's memories, so the man was a stranger to him. However, he was knowledgeable enough to recognize the glint in the man's eyes.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Came as soon as I could,” the man said, smiling brightly as he spoke to Alan. “Said you needed my help? Say, what’s this place anyway? How come you’re here?” With narrowed eyes, the man leaned in and whispered, “Ain’t that kid a li’l too young for you? Seems kinda weird if you ask me.”

Alan shook his head. “He’s a family friend. Said he needed help moving a couch. Could you help me?”

The suspicion in the man’s eyes cleared, and he eagerly nodded. “Sure! I’ll give you hand. Lead the way.”

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Forde was panting by the time he entered the house again. What he walked into didn’t surprise him, but he still had to fight the urge to gag.

“Hello, nngg, Forde!” Nolan greeted him as he fucked Alan’s convulsing friend. “This one has almost finished his conversion. Would you like to assist me?"

“I think I’ll pass,” Forde said, grimacing. His eyes lingered on the man before turning over to the sleeping Alan on the couch. “Alan’s asleep?”

“Yes, mmm. He-fuck—s-said creating so many offspring has left him exhausted. Will probably sleep until the party tomorrow.”

The party…

Forde took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing. “Nolan, when you’re… finished, meet me in my room, all right?”

“Which—“

“The one closest to the bathroom. You can’t miss it.”

“Right."

Forde lied back on his bed, attempting to erase the image of Nolan happily plowing another man’s ass out of his head. There was no doubt that what he had seen was the truth, but it carried such wrongness to it that he couldn’t help to wind back to it. Nothing about Nolan seemed to have remained. The chipper friendliness and eagerness to please was something that would have disgusted Nolan and now it disgusted Forde. Not even the memories were there. At most, the one possessing Nolan could remember some family members, last name, and his street address.

Everything else, including that night under the stars, was gone.

“Is this my punishment?” asked Forde, unsure if God would answer the pleas of a parasite. “Is this what I deserve for killing Forde?" That sin would remain with him for the rest of his life. It didn't matter if he believed he was Forde and inherited the name, the body, and the memories, the original was gone. If Forde ever left this body, it would remain a hollow husk. The organs would function, but there would be no brain activity. It would be no different than a vegetable.

Yet, Forde could not deny his greedy nature—as a parasite and a man. I still want to be happy, he thought. God, Alan, and the world itself can shame and hate me for it, but I still want to live a happy life. He knew how shameless that desire was, but did not care. The pain and pleasure that he has known in his short time as a human only stroked the hungry flames that burned in his heart.

The door opened, and Nolan walked in, still naked. “I am here, brother,” he announced, as though it wasn’t obvious.

Forde drew the sheets back and scooted to the side of the bed. “Close the door, and lie with me.”

“Hmm? Will we be sleeping on the same bed?”

“Yeah. Keep me company for tonight, will ya?”

“I see no reason to decline.” Without any shame, Nolan lied right next Forde. Their bare shoulders were touching, but only one of them understood the implications,

“Nolan, do you remember what happened when we went camping that night?”

“I do not.”

“Yeah, I figured,” said Forde, preparing himself. His hand was trembling, and he was sweating all over. Why couldn’t he calm himself? “Could you… Could you do me a favor, br-brother…?” When Nolan said yes, Forde nearly sobbed. After a deep, uneven breath, he said, “Please, gather yourself in your host’s mouth. I have to show you something.”

Unquestionably, Nolan did so. He opened his mouth, the blue slime lying on top of his tongue. Even in that form, he looked completely innocent.

Forde ripped over the packet of salt and poured it on his own tongue, cringing from the taste. Then, he leaned over and kissed Nolan’s lips before swiftly drawing back, the aftertaste of the salt lingering in his now empty mouth. The effect was immediate.

Nolan’s body began to violently convulse. “Wh-What did you d-do?!” Nolan cried out, spitting out the salt and now bits of foam. “Br-Brother?!” His eyes rolled to the back of his head and spat out more and more foam—the remains of his desiccated body. Forde shut his eyes and covered his ears.

Just like snails and slugs, their species would dry out when their real forms were exposed to concentrated amounts of salt due to osmosis. Even though they originated from the ocean, the intense amount of salt would still kill them. It only due to Forde’s biology degree that he could figure that out. And because of that, he knew that there was a chance Alan didn’t know that, either. This was his only weapon… the only thing he had to stop the invasion.

And yet…

Forde jumped as Nolan grabbed his arm in desperation. He opened his eyes and the image burned itself into his memory. He was dying. Nolan, the slime, whatever, was dying. Because of him. Because of what Forde did. He’s just a parasite, a murderer, Forde kept thinking as the convulsing began to cease. “I had to, I had to...” he kept muttering to himself, even as tears trailed down his cheeks.

He was a murderer just like me.

Now, he was staring at Nolan’s still-breathing body. There was no life in his eyes, but his chest still rose and fell, and his mouth was still agape. The slime, his brother, was gone. And Nolan was gone too. Two more lives that Forde had snuffed out, and tomorrow he would have to do it again.

He tried to smile. “Nolan...” he said, embracing the brain-dead husk. “Nolan, Nolan… Nolan… I love you,” he said, caressing Nolan’s unmoving face. “I saved you, I did it… you’re okay now.” Forde pressed his face on Nolan’s left pectoral. His heart continued to beat despite how empty it was. “You’re free, you’re okay. I k-killed the parasite, I did it for you…! So, you’ll forgive me, right?” There was no response, no matter how much Forde pleaded. However, he continued. "Please, please tell me you'll forgive me. You and Forde will forgive me, right? Please, please, for the love of God, please help me...”

Neither God nor Nolan answered him that night.

Keepin’ it in the Family

Manfred—Freddy for short—was a young man that spent his life in the shadow of his uncle’s side of the family. Meek, shy, unassuming, and more of an indoors type. “I’m more of a type B kind of fellow,” he would answer whenever someone asked him what kind of person he was. Meanwhile, Daniel Crawford and his son, Alex, were the exact opposite. Tall, strong, and always willing to get down and sweaty in an activity. They often dominated every family gathering and gleefully hogged the spotlight shined on them.

“Did you know Alex got a football scholarship… Daniel bought a second house… oh my gawd, li’l Danny got so buff last year, can’t believe he used to be my younger bro…!” On and on Freddy would hear until he got sick of it.

“Why dontcha join a team or somethin’, squirt?” his cousin Alex teased him while roughly messing up his hair. Although Freddy couldn’t deny his cousin was annoying and far too energetic, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. There was always an authenticity behind his invites to play football with his friends. He was brutish but kind. That was all.

Freddy’s uncle Daniel was a different story.

On a certain day during a family gathering, Daniel concerned Freddy in a hallway. “Perhaps if you applied yourself more," he once told Freddy, the disdain clear in his voice, "you'd get as far as my boy does in life." The rest of the family was just a few rooms away, but their cheerful voices were worlds away. “But until you do that, I want you to stop spending any time with Alex. Honestly don’t know why he wastes his precious youth on someone like you.”

Freddy didn't respond but nodded while glaring defiantly at the floor. He jumped back as his uncle grabbed him by the throat and forcefully tilted his head upwards. Freddy let out a sharp hiss of pain but prevented himself from screaming.

With a low voice, his uncle Daniel said, “Look at me while I’m speaking, you little shit. Don’t want your mediocrity holding my golden son back. Stay away from him or else.” He punctuated his last words by shoving Freddy to the wall. “Can’t believe you and your father are related to us. Well, guess we know who got the better genes in the family.”

Freddy glared at him as he walked away. It was painful, but he could endure. As long as he lived, he would not let this abuse break him. The day would come when he would prove him wrong.

However, it all came to a head about a week ago, when Freddy announced his plans for a graduation party. Most of the replies in the texts he sent out for his family were some variation of, “Oh, I’m sorry Freddy, but your uncle Danny is planning to celebrate his promotion at work that day. Perhaps you can reschedule.” As always, Freddy remained overshadowed.

“Bastards,” Freddy’s father, a rotund and balding man by the name of Benny, exclaimed as he saw the texts. “Can’t even spare a day for you. It’s always those two pricks.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Freddy muttered, glaring down at the texts on his phone. How often had his family ignored him in favor of those two? How often did his uncle mistreat him to guarantee that his ‘golden child’ Alex would remain as successful as he was? The questions kept echoing in his mind until, finally, he decided to cut this cycle.

“If you want,” his father tried again, “we can spend that weekend just the two of us, son. We can travel and celebrate our way."

“It’s all right, dad. I know exactly what I’m gonna do,” said Freddy as he marched off to his room. He would have to draw up the runes and memorize the incantations before long. By being efficient, he would have the spell all set by dawn’s early light.

However, his father stopped him by placing a firm hand on his shoulder—a rarity. “Hold on son," Benny said in a tender voice. "I understand what you're going through, believe me, I know. I was never the golden child of the family either. Danny made sure of that." There was disdain in Benny's voice that Freddy had never heard from before, but he had little time to dwell on it as his father continued. "But, to me, you'll always be the golden child, Freddy. I just want you to know that." Then, Benny pulled his son in for a hug.

Freddy eagerly returned in, shoving his thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind for the moment. Now, he just wanted to spend time with his father. Dusk came and went, and the two bid each other good night as they settled into their rooms on different floors. With nothing to interrupt Freddy, he set off to work.

It began when he found a book of occult rituals and spells in his father's study. Never had Benny spoken about this to Freddy, and Freddy lacked the courage to confront his father about it. Instead, he took photos of the various pages of spells and tried them out for himself—another reason why he did not want his father to know that he knew. By doing this magic in secret, Freddy could indulge in his fantasies that were now just a spell away. Coaches, classmates, and neighbors all fell to his charms and rituals; fulfilling deviant actions according to his whims.

My father can never know, Freddy thought bitterly to himself as he drew the sigils on his rug with chalk, he’ll never know so he’ll always be proud of me, his pure and hard-working son.

Tonight would be the first time Freddy would attempt the possession spell as well as the first time he broke a rule he had set for himself when he first began to use magic: never involve a family member. Now, he read through the procedure on his phone and prepared to sink into an even deeper level of deviancy. A bit of the text at the bottom of the page was faded, but the instructions were all written out. It’s most likely flavor text, Freddy thought.

This spell would allow the invoker to project his soul towards an unassuming target. From then on, a battle of wills would begin, and the dominant soul would take over the body. The invoker is not guaranteed to be successful. Caution must be exercised, and a strong will is heavily recommended.

It was a frightening thought, but Freddy did not allow that to slow him down. His hands trembled with excitement and his heart raced with pure adrenaline as he pictured his uncle’s sexy yet punchable face.

In the heat of the moment, Freddy cast the spell alongside the rising sun. Once those accursed words left his lips, a sharp and painful sensation spread throughout his body. It was as if his soul was being stretched and twisted, like a rubber band. However, he just gritted his teeth and endured it as he always did. The suffering of a spell or his uncle’s harassment was all the same—nothing he couldn’t handle. However, when the pain continued to grow in magnitude, Freddy was afraid this spell was going to rip his soul in half.

Then came the release—the catharsis. The spell catapulted Freddy’s soul at a speed rivaling that of a bullet train’s. Freddy screamed both in terror and sheer jubilation as his soul traveled through the dawn-dyed sky. Everything, even the sun, was a blurry mess until he arrived at his uncle’s expensive house, where he finally stopped. He was back in control.

Slowly, Freddy glided through the halls of a home that alienated him for most of his life. While searching for his uncle’s room, he stumbled upon his cousin Alex sleeping on top of the covers, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs. Though Freddy intended to keep moving, he remained still and watched his cousin’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept peacefully.

“You deserve a better father,” Freddy whispered, caressing his cousin’s cheek with his ghostly hand. His voice and touch were nothing more than a chilly breeze on Alex’s bare skin. When Freddy noticed the goosebumps that spread down his cousin’s arms, he drew back and excused himself from the room. His target still needed to be punished.

A few hallways later, Freddy found himself floating above his uncle. Daniel, just like his son, slept above his covers and nearly in the nude to deal with the brutal summer heat. Even so, beads of sweat still glistened in his half-naked, furry body. His breathing was just as peaceful and gentle as Alex's as it passed through his heart-shaped lips. "If only you were as kind as you look while sleeping," Freddy said as he glared down at Daniel. Hatred and lust pushed him forward, and he gleefully enacted his plan.

Having spent quite a long time manipulating the wills of men, Freddy knew that the best way to overwhelm them was to do so post-coitus. “You’ll be my ticket to happiness,” he whispered to his uncle, “you piece of shit asshole.” He began by running his tongue down his uncle’s bare chest, giving the nipple a lick.

The effect was immediate. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he shivered at the paranormal touch. He looked around, perplexed. “What the fuck?” he said.

Freddy snickered at his uncle’s confusion. He pushed his uncle back onto the bed, one hand twirling and playing with his nipples while another teased the bulge hidden by the briefs. “W-Woah, oh shit!” said Daniel, trying to kick his invisible assaulter away to no avail. When the sensation didn’t stop, Daniel attempted to rise only for Freddy to roughly shove him back onto the bed again.

“I’m not done with you!” Freddy roared to his uncle’s terror. The rush of power was intoxicating, and Freddy greedily drank in every pathetic whimper and moan from his uncle. He pulled his underwear off, revealing his uncle’s large hard-on, and threw it to the side. “God, you’re thick,” Freddy moaned as he took his uncle’s cock in his hand. “C’mon, cum for me, old man,” he said as his lips played with the pecs. He continued to mercilessly play with his uncle, humping his body to elicit more of his moans.

“N-No—aahh, mmm! Pl-Please stoooAAAAHH—stop!” said Daniel as he felt his core tighten. Freddy noticed it too and quickly released his uncle from his sexual grasp. “AH! Oh fuck, I’m—ngh!” said Daniel as his abused dick begged for release.

“Not yet, that's gonna be my climax, uncle," Freddy said. To reward his uncle was far more than what the bastard deserved. Instead, Freddy would steal his climax, his body, and his dignity. “You’re mine!” he said, caution be damned as he dove into his uncle’s body.

“F-Fred—OOF!” The sheer force of Freddy’s dive caused his uncle to bounce on the mattress. “Oh FUCK!” Daniel cried out as he felt impossibly full. Two souls occupied the same space, and much like the shifting plates of the ever-changing earth, stress was born of this conflict. Daniel gritted his teeth, even more sweat coating his convulsing body as he attempted to hold onto his consciousness. However, Freddy’s essence continued to spread.

The possession spell operated on a similar concept as ink falling upon a cup of pure water. Slowly, the water would darken as it took on the shade of the ink until it was almost completely indistinguishable from the original ink that tinted—or tainted—it.

Just as the ink colored the water, so too did Freddy’s soul spill and tint his uncle’s very essence—mind, body, and spirit. Daniel, of course, continued to push his nephew’s soul out of him. He kicked at his bed and gripped his sheets so tightly his veins were visible in his arms. Until the very last second, he tried to will his body back under his control. However, he eventually collapsed onto his bed, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and blacked out. His body convulsed for a few more minutes as it took on the last remains of Freddy's essence, before finally quieting down.

Freddy opened his new eyes and immediately put his attention back on his uncle's dick. "Oh god, uncle, you're so sensitive!" he said as he continued stroking himself. “I-I’m CUMMING!” he bellowed as he shot load after load in his new form, seeing white as he fell back onto the sweat-covered sheets. “Oh my god, Danny-boy, I can’t wait to wreck you today.” Freddy would seize the day, and by nightfall, he would make his uncle a shame upon his family.

A few hallways away, Alex had his own visitor.

“S-Stop, uncle!” Alex screamed as the much larger soul of Benny finished entering his younger body. “Y-You can’t—AH! AAAHHH!” He whimpered and moaned just as his father did before collapsing into a mess of convulsing limbs.

Alex blacked out, and his uncle Benny awoke. “God, that felt good,” he said, stretching his new, muscular body. It was pleasurably sore after the workout he gave his unwilling nephew. “Ya got a good lookin’ bod, kid,” he said, grinning as he rubbed his hands down his new form. “But it’s my turn to be the golden child, if only for a day,” he finished, excited to have his hole filled in a day filled with debauchery.

Unbeknownst to father and son, there was more to the spell lost as the ink faded from the page. It read as follows:

Just as the water becomes nearly inseparable from the ink, the souls also become unable to be torn apart. There is no hope for the water to become pure and no hope for the ink to be whole. They are bound together for eternity, as are the souls tainted by the invoker. The invoker’s body will perish upon the spell’s completion, and the invoker will remain in their new body until the possession spell is used again, thus killing the old target.

Vacation Part 3

I approached with Hugh first, putting on a needy face as I clung to my uncle’s body like a dramatic heroine from some soap drama. “Oh, James, I’ve wanted you for so long,” I said in a voice just barely above a whisper. “I’m so glad we’re here, now. Together.”

“And me too,” I chuckled with Ryota’s voice. As I laughed, I couldn’t help but admire the way his pectorals shook just the tiniest bit—my chest rising and falling. Not just that, but I loved the way that I shook Hugh’s body with that dramatic performance. It was like some kinda roleplay, but much more intimate.

“Th-This is all so sudden,” my uncle said, stammering as he looked between me and...me? “It’s a lot to process, and… my head...” Had my possession left him with some kinda headache or amnesia? It’s convenient as hell since he didn’t recall me thrusting into his body like some spiritual top, but it wasn’t as though I was forcing him to do something he didn’t wanna do. The attraction to Ryota and Hugh wasn’t just me. No, there was something else that bubbled right beneath the surface. Even now, he didn’t draw away from Hugh’s touch, even as I trailed my fingers up and down his chest.

“Did you not like what we did?” I asked with Hugh, pressing myself closer to my uncle. “It… It was my first time. y’know, doin’ it with men. Never thought I’d...” I paused, taking a deep breath as the fluttering sensation in my chest—Hugh’s chest—nearly overwhelmed me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering. Wasn’t out of fright, or anything shitty. “Never thought I’d feel so free, ‘n’ happy to fall’n love.”

Before my uncle could respond, I had Ryota say, “The young one can’t help being cheesy, huh?” with a small laugh. “But, I guess I can kinda feel that. It was romantic. The two of you are fun to spend time with, in bed or out.”

“I-I… the three of us? We really…?”

“Yep! I was surprised, too. Didn’t really expect us to go ahead and, uh, share. But, like you said,” I grinned with Ryota, “you got two holes, so you had plenty to keep us busy with. Hehehe...”

“I-Is that so…?” said my uncle James. His brow was furrowed in confusion, but I was certain that the “memories” of what I had done in this vacation would slowly flow back onto him, and they tended to do after some time. “Oh, damn, we really did, huh…?” he said as he licked his lips and reached for his bare ass. No doubt he was tasting the salty remains and feeling the dry cum. “God, doing this in a public gym sauna. We really are a buncha horn-dogs and perverts.” He let out a familiar, hearty chuckle. “Well, since we’re already here, and already filthy...”

God, even after getting spit-roasted like that, my uncle was still ready to pound and be pounded. He was already hard again and looked eager to dive right into it again.

“You serviced us pretty well last time,” I said through Ryota, “so it’s only fair I give you a nice little bj.”

“Oh, but then my hole’s gonna be all lonesome,” James said, glancing over at me from Hugh with a crooked smile.

“Then I can handle that,” I said through Hugh. “M’member’s pretty nice and curves just right, James. I’ll make ya cum buckets.”

“It’ll be like the old days when we 69’d each other,” I made Ryota say. Thinking back to his college days, I saw plenty of casual sex and some sweet pillow talks between him and my uncle. The sex wasn’t surprising, but the words exchanged during those days as well.

“We’re fully-grown men,” my uncle had told Ryota during one of those loud, sensual, and passionate nights. “We deserve to be free, we have that right. And, because of that, we have the right to be in love with whoever we want. Being in love is nothing to be ashamed of...” To say that at a point where love like that was met with stigma, and even now, was impressive. Ryota believes that for sure.

So that’s why Ryota and Hugh loved my uncle so much. Taught the two of them not just the freedom to embrace themselves, but the freedom to follow where their heart pointed to. I didn’t realize at the time, but what was most likely happening was that I was ‘picking up’ more of their thoughts due to having my own consciousness split in two.

"But this time," I had Ryota say, "I want to have a nice dinner and go on dates. Lots of cheesy, ridiculous, nice dates. None of that ‘friends with benefits’ crap. I’m tired of that.”

“Me too!” Hugh yelled. “Don’t think you two’re gonna leave me behind like that. If you’re gettin’ into a relationship, then I want in.”

“Seriously? You two are such a bother,” said my uncle, sighing. “We’ll discuss this for sure, but later. Cause right now I got a raging hard-on that needs taking care of.”

Ryota smiled, without even my influence. “Of course,” I said, walking over to himself and taking my uncle’s hard dick in my borrowed mouth. The fact that I was returning the favor really got me feeling hot and spicy. Besides, there was plenty of time for me to fuck myself on my uncle’s thick meat.

“Get into position, James,” I had Hugh say, just barely managing to keep the laughs of relief from bubbling out. I still couldn't believe that he had agreed to go through with this, and from what I could tell from the scraps of emotions that flowed into me from Hugh, he was also shocked but relieved. “I wanna wreck that thick ass you got there. Been taunting me ever since the day we met.”

At that point, my uncle chuckled and said, “Ya sure got some guts when just a sec ago you were looking ready to cry if you got rejected.” With that said, he leaned in and gave Hugh a long and passionate kiss, playing with his tongue the whole time. “If you're serious about this, and you're serious about Hugh and me, then prove it to me. Both of you, prove it to me." Never had I seen my uncle be so serious before in my life.

Throughout my life, I had just seen uncle James as a man that enjoyed spending his weekends indulging in sex and one-night stands while being near-nude throughout the days. Whenever I stayed over with him, just to get away from my caring helicopter parents for a few days, I would occasionally catch him wandering around with just his undies on before he ducked back in his room to put on a shirt and some pants. On some rarer occasions, I would even see him bringing a guy home and kick him out come morning.

Had he been waiting for something like this? Was he excited? No longer being inside of his mind, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. However, we were still family, and I still believe that he was searching for a permanent happiness.

As Ryota, I said, “Can’t believe I’m getting two someones to grow up with.”

“You really want this to be that permanent?” said James, unable to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yes,” I said with both voices and both hearts.

We cemented our love in that sauna. Once more, the three of us had our way with my uncle in the middle of our sandwich. “F-Fuck!” My uncle cried out, pleasured from both ends by Hugh and Ryota. “God, I love the two of ya. Nngg!”

“M-Me too,” I said as Hugh while Ryota played with my uncle’s chest. “I want you to stay with me forever, too!" I couldn't help allow the feelings of my bodies to burst out like a dam. “Both of us.”

After the session, the three of us finally left the sauna before we collapsed. Any longer and I was certain we would have died. Thankfully, the cool spray of the gym’s shower was enough to reinvigorate us. Hugh happily sighed while Ryota bemoaned the colder temperature, but I was frankly sick of anything even resembling the sauna.

However, I knew that these few moments alone were all I would have. When the three of us emerged from the shower, I’d be stuck with him the whole time. This time I had in the shower, all three of them isolated, I could make my escape.

With little time to delay, I made my way out of their bodies. Hugh covered his mouth, as though he was about to vomit, as I slipped out of his chest. “Hrgh! Nngh, aahhh…!” he said, slipping down the wall, convulsing the whole way. Eventually, he let out a moan as I fully emerged from his body.

In the stall right next to him Ryota was undergoing the same thing. Unlike Hugh, he simply collapsed onto the stall’s floor as exited out of his back. What took me by surprise was how he humped the floor, even jacking his dick a few times, as I escaped his body. When I finally fully emerged, Ryota let out a low moan as I felt the traces of a climax as my two halves formed again.

I left a dizzy Hugh and a pleasured yet perplexed Ryota as they regained consciousness. It’d be better if the three of them had a heart to heart without me interfering too much. Besides, with this new trick, I had a great idea on how to end my vacation. My roommates weren’t gonna travel and now that I could mess around with two bodies at once, I had a great way to let out some small grievances I had with the those lovable but still messy guys.

Epilogue

On Christmas, I went over to my uncle’s place to stop by. “Hey, Uncle James!” I called out as I used a key to come inside.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Hugh and Ryota chatting away as they set up the table for dinner. “Oh, uh… hello?” Hugh said, looking sheepish as he saw me.

“You must be James’ nephew,” Ryota said, staying cool as always.

“Uh, hey?” I said, feigning ignorance as best I could. “Did my uncle invite you here?”

“Well, we’re having one last big dinner before we move out,” Hugh said before quickly shutting his mouth.

I raised an eyebrow. “Moving out? My uncle didn’t say anything about… wait, hold on. ‘We?’”

Ryota sighed, rolling his eyes. “Figured you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, young man. My name is Ryota.” He nodded at me and offered me his hand.

“Nathan,” I said, shaking his head. “And, this one is…?”

“Name’s Hugh, kid,” he said, grinning at me with a boyish energy. I see during the few months I hadn’t checked up on my uncle his friends remained the same. “And, um, ‘bout your uncle and us...”

Ryota let out a cough, cutting Hugh off completely. Ignoring the glare he got, he continued speaking to me in a slow, soft voice. “Listen, Nathan, your uncle James and us are in a… relationship.”

“Coulda just said we’re friends and shit,” Hugh muttered.

“I’m not lying to one of James’ family,” Ryota argued. “And, he’s right. Your uncle didn’t tell you yet because something like this isn’t seen as right by society.”

“It’s fine,” I said, suppressing the smirk inside. “If my uncle’s happy, I’m not gonna be angry or anything. As long as you don’t break his heart or anything.”

My uncle arrived a while later, surprised at my sudden appearance. Though initially sheepish the whole time as he tried to explain his ‘friends’ being here, he grew more and more comfortable as the evening wore on. The three happily invited me to stay for dinner, and I happily indulged in seeing my uncle’s newfound happiness.

Common Kurtosy

Request for @lurkinlizards

Lucas spent his whole life in love with Johnny—his next-door neighbor and best friend. Throughout his life, he spent his time slowly pining for the handsome boy now man during middle school, high school, and now university. Was it due to how similar they were? Or maybe it was the small differences that fascinated Lucas so? Either way, he knew that he could never deny his feelings.

Although Lucas spent his high school days and the first year of college experimenting and with little dates with girls and boys alike, the feelings remained true. And like that love, the silence endured. Lucas kept his feelings deep in his heart until the day came that Johnny revealed his own secret.

“Your dad’s a real catch,” Johnny said as Lucas’ father, Kurt, walked back to his bedroom to retire for the night. “A real-deal DILF, y’know. Mine’s just a string-bean.” Then, remaining completely casual, Johnny returned to playing games.

Perhaps it was the nonchalant nature of the confession, or maybe the fact that it was Lucas’ father that had unintentionally stolen Johnny’s heart, but a deep resentment festered in Lucas’ heart. Weeks passed, but the love and hate remained unspoken and unbending until a spell landed in Lucas’ possession.

“Take it away from me,” said a handsome, middle-aged man one; his eyes tinted with regret. He handed Lucas an occult book filled with spells and rituals. “Maybe you’ll use it better than I did. But I need that damn thing away from me and my… my son.”

Somehow, Lucas knew that the book was the real deal. Just the way each page seemed to quiver with some form of power as his fingers thumbed through was enough to convince him. There was something special in his possession and he could not wait to use it.

The target would naturally be his father, and the spell would be that to take over his body, permanently. The spell warned that it was irreversible, as it would swiftly kill the caster's body. However, Lucas had no intention of going back. While his life was aimless as he tried out what exactly engaged him during his first two years of university, his father continued to draw as a successful artist. And despite the years Lucas spent practicing, styling, and perfecting his own drawing methods, he couldn't hold a candle to his father.

So he would steal his talent, his life, and his best friend’s heart. While Lucas’ father slept, he conducted the ritual. His soul shed the complete burden that was his body and life. He stretched his essence as it rose into the air. It was as though he could finally spread his wings after being trapped in a cage.

However, Lucas didn’t dawdle for long. He flew through the walls of his home until he arrived at his father’s room—floating just a few inches above. Clad in just a pair of underwear in these hot summer months, Lucas stared down at his father’s body. His plump chest had a fine layer of hair and his strong jaw was accented by the stylized and thick beard. His face, always complimented with a kind smile, was always welcome wherever he went. All of these features only served to bolster Lucas’ envy and resolve.

Still, he dove onto this man, phasing through Kurt’s impressive chest, as the man shot up in shock. “Wh-Whu?!” he cried out, unconsciously planting his feet on the bed, legs spread, as control over himself swiftly dwindled. "Th-The fuck's happening to—ahh AAHHHH!" Kurt's consciousness quickly faded as Lucas stretched his soul throughout his father's body. It was as if putting on an old yet comfortable cloak that he had misplaced long ago. As the muscles warmed under Lucas’ control as his father, leaking drool and pre-cum, disappeared beneath the depths of his mind.

Lucas awoke and smiled. Somehow, wearing Kurt's smile was more comfortable than his own. He arose from his bed, astonished as to how simple and easy it was. Though Lucas was never ashamed of his own body, the ease of movement and vitality from Kurt's were intoxicating. "Oh, oh my god," he said. The sound of his new baritone sent erotic shivers down his spine. Finally, Lucas was in full control of his father and his fate. “Sorry dad,” he said, chuckling the whole time, “but look at it this way. I’m taking what is rightfully mine, is all.”

For most of the morning, Lucas walked up and down the halls of his home with a ridiculous, masculine strut. Each movement and pop of Kurt’s hot and hairy form was like a drink of ambrosia for Lucas. “Ahhhh…!” he exclaimed as he performed stretches that his old body would have balked at. “God, you feel so good, daddy!” Lucas laughed as he flexed his arms, licking the baseball-sized biceps. Then, he took each of his pectoral and began to massage them, flicking a nipple from time to time. With just that, he was already sporting a hard-on. “Your chest feels so good, dad. Holy crap, you’re so—ngggh—sensitive!”

Before his self-worship could continue, the doorbell suddenly rang. Lucas hadn’t realized that it was already 2pm. Johnny was here.

First, Lucas rushed to his father’s room to get dressed, but he was only just pulling his underwear up his legs before he paused, deep in thought. Why bother putting on so many layers when he’s gonna rip them off once Johnny was in his grasp? Grinning, lowered the underwear as much as he could before making his way towards the door.

As expected, Johnny was on the other side. The effect was immediate. His eyes bugged out and his mouth hung open in a perfect O as he stared at Kurt—now Lucas’—half-naked body. Lucas in particular noticed how Johnny’s gaze seemed particularly glued to his chest. “M-M-Mr. Miles! Hello! Uh, i-is Lucas home?” said Johnny.

Smirking inside, Lucas glanced over his shoulder, leaning against the doorway. "Hmm, might still be asleep. He'll probably be up later."

“O-Oh, is that so? Then, maybe I should just be going...” Johnny began to back away, Lucas placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Now now, no reason to turn tail and go. Lucas’ll be up soon. In the meantime...” Lucas’ pecs bounced to Johnny’s amazement. “Why don’t you keep me company, Johnny-boy?”

As if hypnotized, Johnny absentmindedly nodded and allowed Lucas to lead him inside. The two walked past Lucas’ original room, but Johnny did not protest. Instead, they made their way into Kurt’s room. The bed was made, the sheets were clean, and the room was ready for staining.

“Caught you lookin’ at me a certain way, Johnny-boy,” said Lucas, savoring the way he said his best friend’s name. “Thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“N-Not at all, sir,” said Johnny as several beads of nervous—or perhaps excited—sweat cascading down his brow. “B-But I did stare from time to time. I-I’m not gonna deny that.” He trembled, but the lustful smile did not lie.

“Well, what kinda fantasizes were you having about me?” Leaning in close, teasing Johnny was a small lick, Lucas whispered, “I’m curious.”

“I wanna worship ya! And then I want you to wreck my ass with that big-ass cock of yours!” Johnny’s voice lacked any shame or reservation. His eyes glistened with pure lust.

“Well then,” Lucas said, gently taking Johnny’s arm before pulling the two of them back. They fell back onto the bed, Johnny’s face landing on Lucas’ new chest. “Go right ahead. Show me what you’ve got.”

Johnny eagerly complied. He worked hard as he licked the pecs, not minding the carpet of hair on Lucas’ chest while massing and twerking the nipples. “You’re like a newborn on his mom’s breasts,” Lucas chuckled. “There ain’t no milk there.”

“I don’t care,” Johnny breathed. “Give me more,” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly pulling them off while grinding up against Lucas’ torso. Each part of his body seemed to scream for more and more of Lucas. Not a single crease remained untouched.

Lucas moaned as Johnny continued to tease him. His father’s nipples were so sensitive, and just a graze from Johnny’s tongue sent him pre-cumming in his underwear. “God, you’re so cute worshippin’ my body like that.”

Johnny smiled as he sucked on Lucas’ chest.

“But, you ready for the real course?” The eagerness in Johnny’s eyes made Lucas laugh. “You’re so cute sometimes, y’know.”

Johnny responded by kneeling on the bed and removing his shirt and briefs while Lucas drank in the sight. He had often seen his best friend shirtless during the times they went running or swimming, but this was something else entirely. Now, Johnny was completely naked and aroused. At him--at Lucas. The way his lips seemed to quiver and his body trembled with both want and fear of what would come next only cemented Lucas' thoughts.

I made the right choice, he thought. No, I made the choice that was right for me. I deserve this.

Years of fruitless pining all disappeared with a single spell—and though more hardships would follow, Lucas embraced this moment of bliss with all his heart.

“Let’s make love,” he told Johnny.

Johnny bit his lip while Lucas soft muttered and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll be slow. I won’t hurt you. Nggh! Holy shit.” Lucas knew that Johnny was experienced, but somehow that hole wasn’t loose at all. He was tight and quite experienced, moving his hips in sync with Lucas’ thrusts.

"F-Fuck me, daddy, holy shit!" Johnny cried out, embracing Lucas with both arms and pushing himself more onto Lucas' chest. "Ah! C-C'mon! Fuck me harder."

“God, you love to beg!” Lucas yelled, trying to push more and more of himself into Johnny as if he was trying to possess him. “Scream harder for me, Johnny-boy. I want to hear how much you love my body. NGGH! How much you love me.”

Johnny let out another cry as Lucas thrust hard into his prostate. His pre-cum ran like a bubbling volcano. “I’m g-gonna cum! Kurt, d-daddy, I’m gonna—AHHH! I’m gonna cum!” Before Lucas could even react, Johnny wrapped his legs around his torso and pulled him in as much as he could. With another roar of ecstasy, Johnny screamed, “I’M CUMMING!”

Lucas grinned as he saw Johnny's sweat-matted face, almost convulsing as he sprayed his load between them. Just his voice and his eyes shining with ecstasy and pleasure were enough to push Lucas over the edge. With a manly roar, Lucas shouted, "Take on daddy's load, Johnny-boy!" he said, pushing Johnny's face onto his chest as he shot load after load into Johnny's waiting asshole.

The two of them lied back on the bed in each other’s embrace. Lucas knew that eventually this peace would end and he would have to suffer through the consequences of his spell, but for now, he could be in post-coitus alongside the love of his life. “Love ya, Johnny-boy,” he said, drunk in the moment.

“I love you too, Kurt,” Johnny said, smiling and cuddling close to him.

FEStival Fiasco

Part 3 So Long, Space Cowboy

Alcor was an elite by name alone. Throughout the semester, he has failed to score higher than any of his classmates in all exams and assignments. Rumors flew about the academy of the first elite to flunk entirely, but Centaurus paid them, and Alcor, little mind. While Alcor’s haughty and elitist attitude certainly annoyed Centaurus, he did not face any physical or verbal threats from Alcor.

At most, Centaurus overheard Alcor say, "Bested by a female and worm of all things!" to himself when he believes no one could hear. If he did not go spend at least a few minutes every session of class saying, “I remember my father graduated with top honors at this academy,” and, “I believe I covered this subject with my private tutors,” he would’ve certainly faced the same scrutiny and violence that Zathina inflicted on Centaurus.

Because of that, Centaurus paid him no mind and Alcor did the same. Oddly, Centaurus got along best with Alcor, as there was never a day either of them ever fought or competed against each other.

Too good to speak to a worm? Centaurus idly thought as he strolled through the festival grounds. Stalls full of brightly-colored games such as ring toss and whack-a-mole gathered crowds while the scent of fatty, sweet, and salty snacks gathered their money. Centaurus smiled as he walked by and took in the sights of the people making memories with each other. Couldn’t hurt to indulge every once in a while, right?

He walked to a booth with just another player on the opposite side and paid to play a game. “So just gotta pop three balloons with these here darts?” he asked the booth’s owner, who nodded. “Gotcha, I’ll—“

“Unbelievable, this game is clearly rigged!” A haughty voice cut him off. The other player sneered at the booth’s owner—who now sported an exhausted look—and held his hand out. “Either you give me more darts to attempt this ridiculous game or you give me my money back, peasant.”

His vernacular was certainly similar to Alcor’s, but Centaurus remained silent to allow more slips of the tongue.

"Sir, this is your second warning," the booth owner replied with a monotone voice. "Another outburst like that and I’ll have to call security on you. You lost fair and square, and, frankly, I have no clue how to rig this game against you.” She glanced back and forth between the darts in Centaurus’ hand and the balloon on the opposite wall with a dumbfounded expression. “Seriously, none. The problem is your aim.”

“How dare you?” the haughty man said, teeth gritted at the poor girl. “My position is certainly above yours, peasant.” The booth owner narrowed her eyes, and Centaurus could tell she was ready to start beating the sucker to the ground.

“Now now, no need to have that kinda attitude," Centaurus cut in, hands raised in a peaceful gesture. It wasn't as if he had wanted to perform an altruistic task for the poor booth owner, but he did want to satiate his curiosity. “Hold on there, partner. Let’s try ‘n’ take it one step at a time. Now, the name’s Austin. Yours?”

“Hmph! Well, it’s rude to decline another’s request for your name after they offer their own. Fine, then. You may call me Milo. Milo Palmer. And you?” Milo cocked an eyebrow as he looked me up and down. “You… you dress very peculiarly.”

How often did a person, regardless of how sheltered they were, not recognize a cowboy? Not just that, but the attitude was familiar to Centaurus. All of it screamed ‘Mizar.’ However, Centaurus decided to play along. “I’m a cowboy, partner.”

“I’m not your partner.”

“And I wanna propose a li’l wager for ya.”

Centaurus internally grinned as he saw the glint in Milo’s eyes at the word. Mizar or not, it was clear that the one in front of him highly valued competition. “What sort of wager are you walking about, cowboy?”

“Austin. And we play a few rounds over here. If I win, we leave the booth peacefully. You win, then you can say that you’re certainly much better than these ‘plebians,’ as I’m assuming yer ‘bout to start callin’ them.”

Milo shook his head. “No no, I demand a much better reward than that.” With a smug, high-born smirk, Milo said, “Become my slave for the rest of the festival, and then I’ll agree to your terms, cowman.”

“Cowboy,” Centaurus said, rolling his eyes. “Well, don’t mind ‘em terms. I ain’t afraid of losin’.” Passing the booth owner, who now had gratitude in her eyes, some dollars, Centaurus asked for two sets of darts.

“Let’s rock.”

“Let us duel.”

To Centaurus’ relief, Austin was particularly talented in darts. Years of playing drunk and just barely avoiding poking someone’s eye out helped out quite a bit in this bet. In just a few minutes, all of his balloons were nothing but scraps of plastic on the ground while Milo failed to hit a single one. “Well, that prove it t’ya?”

At first, Milo didn’t say anything. He simply stared down at the ground, hands trembling. While the booth owner threw out an excuse to temporarily leave, Centaurus lightly tapped Milo’s shoulder. “D-Don’t touch me, cowman!” he shouted as he jumped back. “Don’t think you’ve beaten me simply because this game is fixed.”

With a bemused click of his tongue, Centaurus smirked and said, “So y’ain’t bad, the game is?”

“Well… the way I said it is certainly much more eloquent, but the general idea is certainly there." Thankfully, Milo chuckled at that. "But! I cannot allow this stain on my honor to continue. Please, let us continue with more duels at this festival. Surely I will be able to best you at all the others."

Again, Centaurus laughed. “If ya wanna keep playin’, just say so, Milo-man. I don’t mind.” By now, he didn’t doubt that it was indeed Alcor before him. The attitude and lack of social cues that only an elite with a silver spoon up his ass certainly fit. However, while being someone else, this was the first time Centaurus had ever had a decent conversation with him. “C’mon, let’s see what else we can play.” Once they were done fooling around, he was certain he could pull off the same trick as Mizar and eliminate him from the competition.

However, several games in, Centaurus found himself lost in the joy of the festival. “Watch this shit!” he cried out as he raised the mallet and slammed it onto the target. The bell rang, signaling his strength. “Hell yeah!” Making sure that Alcor was watching, he flexed both of his biceps. Alcor sneered.

Later on, during a large jigsaw event, Centaurus gritted his teeth as he tried to form the picture in his head. For whatever reason, Austin was just particularly challenged in putting the oversized puzzle pieces together. The colors and shapes just didn’t seem to match. That was one of the pitfalls of the way Centaurus took over hosts. Strengths and weaknesses all carried over to him. However, once he finally put it all together, he rose from his seat proclaiming, “Done!”

“Finally,” Alcor said, clutching two different prizes with a self-satisfied smirk. “I have my own areas of expertise, I’ll have you know,” said Alcor. For the first time since Centaurus had met the guy, Alcor truly did deserve that arrogant air. By the time they had finished most of the booths in the area, they were tied in wins.

“Goddamn. Yer a tough nut to crack,” said Centaurus while the two rested at a bench. For all their running around and eagerness to show off, the men now sat down, panting heavily as the summer heat bore down on them.

“And—ha—you—haaa—are certainly no mere cowman either,” said Alcor in between his heavy pants as well. “I have to admit, I sincerely thought that his whole festival was full of nonsense and clowns earlier, but now...”

“Now…?”

Chuckling, Alcor finished with, “Now I know it also has handsome yet foolish cowmen as well.” While Centaurus pouted, he added, “I had fun. Thanks, Austin.”

“Can’t deny it. I had a fun time too.”

They stared ahead in a comfortable silence—just gazing at the people passing by. The day was far from over, but Centaurus felt more tired than he ever had on this planet. However, it was a satisfying exhaustion. Like he had accomplished far more than his goal. “Hey—“

“Do you mind if we go to that booth next?” Alcor cut in, pointing ahead. Centaurus followed his finger and saw a cartoonist drawing exaggerated portraits of people. “I would like to see his rendition of you.”

Shrugging, Centaurus said, “Sure.”

After about 20 minutes, Alcor glared down at the drawing. The inking and proportions were certainly ridiculous, but Centaurus truly knew nothing about art. Austin knew even less. However, from Alcor’s reaction, Centaurus was honestly starting to believe that something was off about the illustration. “Hmm...” Alcor hummed, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Yes, there is,” snapped Alcor. “Follow me.” The whole walk Centaurus continued to prod and pester to understand what the hell Alcor’s problem was, but no dice. Only once they arrived at a nice, flat table did Alcor finally explain. “The drawing is inadequate.”

“Whu-?”

"Sit. Let me draw you." Producing a pencil from who-knows-where, Alcor began to doodle. Centaurus, not having a reason to deny the request, obliged. The two shared a few words, but Centaurus mainly focused on keeping still. He wasn't sure what he would gain from indulging in Alcor like this, but he did wish to satiate his curiosity. What exactly was he planning…? Unlike Centaurus, Alcor and the rest of his classmates rarely opened up to their host's mind as he did. They shouldn't have access to many skills or talents, and certainly nothing as delicate as art. Was Alcor simply like this?

After a while, Alcor finally announced, “Finished. Here you go, cowman. Tell me what you think.”

There was no arrogance in Alcor’s voice, and no lack of talent in his drawing, either. Centaurus stared at the man—at Austin—in silent awe. A lump of guilt built up in his throat and his eyes grew moist. Austin’s kind yet cocky smile, his warm eyes, and his powerful physique all translated well into the sheet he held in his hands. “Yer… somethin’ else… This is amazin’.”

“I appreciate it, Austin,” said Alcor. “I’ve wanted to be an artist since… since I can remember.” His voice was far away, as if he was caught in a dream. “The aesthetic, the beauty of the world… I’ve always loved it all. I worked hard, in secret. But that dream will remain unfulfilled.”

“Why? Ya got the talent, the skill. Ya got the drive, dontcha?”

“That’s not what I meant, cowman.” Alcor rolled his eyes. “It is not as simple as becoming an artist simply because I wish to. I have… responsibilities. I am an elite, remember?”

“With how often you repeated it, how could I forget?”

Coughing to hide the embarrassment, Alcor continued. “Because of my status, my family expects great things from me. Extremely great things, but I do not.” He furrowed his brow before frowning in thought. “No, my apologies. Allow me to rephrase that. My family expects me to obtain a certain position after graduating from my academy with flying colors, but if I’m being honest, such a thing disgusts me," he said, wrinkling his nose. "In the end, as the firstborn male, I am nothing more than a puppet for the position, just as my friend had become."

“Yer friend?”

Alcor sighed, smiling almost nostalgically as he spoke about his past. “She was a delicate flower. Gentle, kind, intelligent. We often played together when we were young. But, that never lasted. We became separated after a while. Recently, at the academy, I met her again, but she was completely different.” Lips curled up in a tight frown, stared up at the sky with a frustrated groan. “She barely even acknowledges my presence. It’s as though she became a completely different person. When I tried to ask her about that...” Fear appeared in his eyes, “she threatened me with physical violence. And there was clear power behind it as well. Nothing at all like the gentle flower I once knew.

Centaurus let out a grunt to indicate he was listening. The girl from Alcor’s past seemed like the exact opposite of Zathina, but there was no doubt that they were the same person. More surprising was how little shock Centaurus actually experienced. It made sense for a female elite to begin her life with little knowledge of violence or the drive to be a soldier, but then what changed? What caused Zathina to become like this?

“If I continue the path I am on, then my freedom will be stripped away from me,” continued Alcor. “Of course,” he added with a chuckle, “that’s ignoring the fact that I’m absolutely not fit for the position my family wants from me in the first place.” Centaurus did not join in. Instead, he gripped Alcor’s hand and squeezed it to both of their surprises.

“A-Ah...” Voice cracking for just the tiniest moment, Alcor said, “I appreciate you not laughing, and for listening. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve said any of this out loud.”

“Yer lookin’ a li’l bit more relaxed. Shoulders less stiff. Stick must’ve fallen outta yer ass when ya started talkin’.”

“Ha ha,” Alcor rolled his eyes and playfully slapped Centaurus’ arm with his free hand. “Shut up, cowman. Let me be as melodramatic as I wish to be.”

“So yer gonna run away? How?”

“I am not sure yet, but I am determined to try. Even if I am taken away and executed, I still want to try.” Alcor said those words, but he didn’t hide the way his hands trembled. “I want to find a way to draw the universe’s beauty. If I can’t draw and paint, then I might as well not even be alive.”

Centaurus looked back at the drawing Alcor made of them. There was an undeniable amount of skill demonstrated in such short time. A familiar emotion welled up inside of him. Envy. Once more, Centaurus was drowning in envy. Not just for Alcor's skill, but also the path he wanted to choose for himself.

However, as much as Centaurus wished to scream and shout, he found himself unable to. It should have been easy, to crush Alcor's dream by seducing him in such a way as to gain an advantage, but Centaurus wasn’t able to do anything. Thousands of scenarios played in his head, and all of them ended in his favor.

However, Centaurus instead said, “I’ll help you.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll help ya escape this hellhole of a future yer in,” Centaurus proclaimed. He extended his hand out for Alcor to shake. “To be honest, it'd be a shame if a skill like yours remains unfulfilled. And also, it’s the least he could do fer a dear friend.”

“Dear friend?” Alcor asked, raising an eyebrow. “You hardly know me.”

Centaurus shrugged. “What can I say? Kindred spirits, I guess,” he said, grinning at his very first friend. Though Alcor truly had no idea, Centaurus knew, and that was all that mattered. "Listen, lemme tell ya the plan." He leaned over and whispered a hazardous mess hastily cobbled together, but it was all Centaurus could do on such short notice and a person he needed to protect. Overall, it wasn't very complicated, but so much hinged on everything going exactly right.

It was a gamble, but Centaurus figured that, as long as he was in Austin’s body, he didn’t mind becoming the cowboy that rode off into the sunset with his ally just like in the films. Now all he had to do was avoiding perishing before his plan began.

“Yer a cutie,” Centaurus whispered to the man, licking off the last remains of cum. The man shivered in pleasure. “C’mon, let me give ya a taste of yer own milk.” Eager for more, the man swiftly dove into a kiss only to get a mouthful of alien. While Austin’s body remained crouched on the bathroom floor, the other man fell back. He struck the stall’s wall as his body convulsed and soon lost control of his body.

Centaurus shook the exhaustion away. "All right, one more," he said to his former body. His heart ached as he looked down at Austin again. The memories of his kindness nearly caused him to choke, but Centaurus swallowed down the guilt. There were more important things in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he said to Austin.

The two left the stall just in time to see another man exit the stall next door. Time was limited, so Centaurus and the mind-controlled Austin quickly jumped the man, covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

Austin and three bodies. That was the minimum that Centaurus would have to work before the chaos began. Not needing to fully dive and dissect the memories of the two men, Centaurus slithered back into Austin and began to put his plan into action.

While he worked to grab Austin’s motorcycle and park it on the outskirts of the festival, his two victims would set off the pieces. The three of them left at different times to not arouse suspicion. All of this just to fool their professor and their classmates.

At the very epicenter of both the festival and the crowd, Centaurus kept an eye out. It had only been a few minutes, so the venom’s effect should hold. Once a voice shouted, “What the fuck, man?!” he grinned and turned to walk away. Another rang out, saying, "I'll teach you to disobey me, worm!" with a tone that sounded just like Zathina. Might as well throw some bait in her general direction.

A few yells went out as a brawl began. With any luck, a small riot should snowball from the two bodies engaging in a fistfight. Through his peripheral vision, Centaurus saw numerous folk turn their heads to stare at the spectacle that unfolded before them.

Perfect, he thought. All Alcor needed was a spectacle to last for a few minutes. Of course, another body would make the situation ideal if Centaurus’ instincts were right.

There was a man on his own near the outskirts of the festival grounds. He stood on his toes as he tried to get a closer look at whatever the attendants were crowding around. Suspecting nothing, he approached Centaurus and asked, “Hey man, what’s going on over there?”

“Hmm? Oh, well… lemme show ya real quick," Centaurus grinned at the man. "C'mere. Don't wanna say it too loudly." Brow furrowed, the man hesitated before leaning in slightly. That was all Centaurus needed. Already, venom spread throughout Austin's system, mixing into the spinal fluid. He opened Austin's mouth and shot into the other's man's mouth as Austin held him close.

“HMPH! MMMPH!” Centaurus’ body strangled any of the man’s startled cries. He quickly slithered through the man and bit down on his brain. The man convulsed as he struggled to vomit the bug out but remained in place as Austin put him into a tight embrace.

“Calm down, li’l fella,” Austin whispered as the Centaurus took control. “I gotcha.”

Once the man’s limbs and core warmed under Centaurus’ influence, he nearly fell over. “F-Fuck, the fuck...” he gasped. A cold and hollow sensation spread washed over his new body. He could still feel the man’s body under his control, but alongside it was something completely foreign.

“Y’okay?”

“N-No, but that doesn’t matter right now,” Centaurus replied. “Can barely walk… y’know where to leave me.” Austin nodded and half-carried half-dragged Centaurus alongside him.

As Centaurus allowed himself to be carried, the sounds of police sirens echoed in the air. Security got involved and now the police were here to arrest those caught up in his little distraction. Despite the nausea that threatened to make him vomit, Centaurus couldn’t help but grin at how successful his plan was. The sirens would help mask the sound of Austin’s motorcycle run down the street.

“Tell me something, Austin,” said Centaurus. Was he feverish or just plainly ill? He couldn’t tell anymore. A numbing feeling spread throughout his borrowed body. He could no longer feel his fingertips. “I’m doing something good, aren’t I?”

“I think so.”

“Do you really?”

“Dunno. You tell me. I’m fully under yer control.”

“When’d you get so sassy?”

Austin shrugged. “Hard to say, maybe the venom’s startin’ to run its course. Still, what yer doin’… it ain’t wrong, but yer not doin’ it just cause you felt sorry for this friend o’ yours.”

Centaurus glared at the ground but didn’t respond.

“Not gonna go with him?” Austin asked. “Ya really wanna, dontcha? Leave everythin’ behind and run. Like the cowboys ‘n ‘em westerns ya love.”

Every bit of Centaurus wanted to shout, “Of course I will!” However, he remained silent. No matter how much his heart wished to cry out for the world to hear, he silenced himself and simply thought his plans over. After Alcor and Mizar, he would need to take down Arcturus, Merak, and Zathina will be last. Then, Centaurus could finally win. Victory was just a few hours away.

Centaurus vomited as Austin set him down. Centaurus now rested against a building housing more bathrooms for the festival-goers. Around the corner was the parking lot where Austin's motorcycle was already in place. Centaurus didn't doubt that Alcor had already arrived. “G-Get in position,” he said, gagging at the taste. “Y’know he’s waiting for you. Get.”

Austin hesitated for only a moment before nodding. The little venom Centaurus could afford to inject into him was no doubt at its limit. However, it only needed to last for another few seconds; but it would only be worth it if his gamble paid off. As Austin disappeared from view, Centaurus leaned back and shut his eyes. The numbness was deeply uncomfortable but soothing at the same time. Perhaps if he gave it his best shot, he could simply pretend as though he was merely floating through space on a ship.

“Such a dumbass,” Centaurus whispered to himself. “Wasting so much venom… 4 hosts in just ten minutes? Stupid dumbass...”

Austin’s cries were loud enough that Centaurus could hear them from so far away. However, he smiled. Alcor was so unsubtle and so unfit to be a Dreadfighter. It only furthered Centaurus’ resolve that what he was doing was right.

Then why the hell do I feel so shitty?

The roar of a motorcycle soon echoed down the road. Centaurus couldn’t see it. Even as he opened his eyes, he found his vision impaired. The world was nothing but blotches and mystifying shapes that all blended together. As expected, the sirens helped mask it. To the festival-goers who stood by the violence and police, it might as well have been a kitten’s purr.

“There you go, Alcor,” said Centaurus to nobody but himself. “Follow that dream of yours. Don’t look back at this worm...”

Austin—or was it Centaurus himself?—completely read him. The desire to run, to ride off into the sunset with his friend in tow, was tempting beyond belief. However, Centaurus knew that he could never do anything like that.

“All this worm can do is look upwards, Alcor,” he continued to chide himself. “I don’t… I don’t have anything inside of myself. No talent, no skill… I don’t have anything but this dream.” Without the idea of becoming a Dreadfighter, without that hunger for a better life, there would be nothing to define Centaurus. A dream or an obsession? Centaurus wasn’t sure at this point, but it was all he had left. No family, no money, and no other future. “Guess she was always right. Well, I knew she was right, I always knew… but just...”

Just once Centaurus wanted to forget that he was a worm. Just once Centaurus wanted that person to pretend alongside him that he could achieve something.

“Why can’t I have something?”

“My my, you’re in a real rough spot.”

A shadow washed over the mess of light and color that made up Centaurus' vision. Just by the sound of the voice, Centaurus felt a pang of annoyance.

“Come on, Centaurus! Lemme fix you up! Maybe even let me take a look inside of you. Hehe…! Don’t worry, I promise I’ll stitch you up. It’ll just hurt a liiiiitle bit. By the way, anesthesia's out of the question. Ahaha!”

With the last of his strength, Centaurus said one thing:

"So long, Space Cowboy," he said, wishing only the best for his one and only friend.

Giving ‘em a Ranch Hand

Phew! Barely managed to snatch this guy up.

My family traveled to the deep south to visit my uncle in his farm. I was travelling the place, bored outta my mind and trying to get away from the stench of cow dung when I stumbled unto this handsome fella. “The name’s Colt! I own a farm nearby,” he said, offering his hand alongside the good old southern hospitality.

Unfortunately for him, my touch was how I managed to get my rocks off when I saw a man that caught my eye.

“Nice to meet you!” I said, eagerly shaking his hand. An electric tingle shot down my arm. From the way his eyes widened and his shoulders tensed up, I imagined he felt it too. “My new toy,” I whispered as my hand phased through his own.

“Th-The hell’s this?!” Colt cried out, unable to away as I stepped right into him. His heavy set body easily accepted me inside despite his panicked protests. Once I was fully inside, the real battle began. “G-Git the hell outta me! A-Ahh!” His mind and mine battled as his body convulsed from the strain of two souls battling for supremacy. Eventually, he fell back into the grass, belt unbuckling due to some “accidental” hand motions from me.

Turns out, Colt was freeballing it that day. Worked out for me!

“It’s like you want me to take you over!” I said with a sneer as I used the struggling hand to unbutton his flannel shirt and expose his hairy cock for the world to see. “This was meant to be, Colt!”

“F-Fuck--AAAHHH--FUCK YOU!” Colt cried out as we continued to struggle. However, I knew that with his exposed chest and dick, this conflict would soon draw to a close. “H-Hey, the hell’re y’doing?” Colt asked, fear in his voice as I forced his hands to grab his dick and cup his balls. “St-Stop, no!”

Too late, Colt! I stroke him hard, eagerly making him moan like a whore as his resistance waned. The two of us yelled, “NOOO! Oh FUCK! Oh, that’s good!” in sync as our souls aligned, just as I wanted. “I-I’m gonna, I’m gonna--!” we said, biting our lower lip as the pleasurable pressure began to build in his core. The eroticism of another man filling him up from the inside and using his own body to abuse himself was far too much, and Colt came under my control as he blasted rope after rope of sticky cowboy cum on the grass. “FUUUUUCK!” I shouted, thrusting my hips into the air with each shot.

“Goddamn, Colt,” I said, enjoying my new hairy chest and southern twang as I laid peacefully on the grass. Already, my new cowboy cock was leaking pre while I ran my hands up my chest and through this impressive beard of his. “Always had a thing for ‘em cowboys. Watched plenty o’ Westerns with my hand on my cock, but yer the real deal.” I purred, erotic shivers tingling down my spine as I spoke with that stolen accent. I thrusted into the air again, moaning as my dick felt ready to bust once more. “But, let’s get cleaned up,” I said to myself, slapping my new ass. “And later on, we can really start riding ‘em like real cowfolk. Hehehe...”

Hans Off the Computer!

The human mind, when boiled down to its most fundamental building blocks, was simply a system of ON and OFF switches. In that sense, it is functionally identical to that of a computer’s mainframe. When putting both of those thoughts together, the idea that the human brain can be completely digitized and transferred through networks isn’t too far-fetched an idea.

At the very least, that was the thought of Hans Hopper, a freelance software engineer. Currently, he was working at a computer repair shop to get some extra money and to kill time between projects—including his own.

“It could be possible,” he voiced his dreams to his boss, Carl, as they took a look at some guy’s gaming PC. The components were state of the art, some not even out in the market yet. Just the graphic card and motherboard made Hans drool at the sight. Streamers get all the luck, he thought. The owner, some small-name star with a big ego, took poor care of his machine, leading to landing on Carl's shop.

“Y’know, Hopper,” Carl began as he cleaned some dust off of the PC’s parts, “I think if you put that head of yours outta the clouds and into reality with the rest o’ us, you’d really take off. Least you wouldn’t be stuck in this freelancing business and get a real job like some o’ your peers.”

“And be like those corporate suck-ups?” Hans snorted. “As if. I’m not gonna be another cog in the machine. Now being in a machine." He grinned, already fantasizing about the things he'd do if he could ditch his flawed, physical form for a future full of infinite potential inside of a network. "That's what I'm after."

“Least those corporate suck-ups can afford their own places,” Carl sighed. “You’re still living with roommates at, what, 30?”

“...27, actually.”

Grinning, Carl said, “And there’s my point. At your age, Hans, I--” he paused as his phone began to ring with an irritatingly catchy tune. “Aw, shit. Lost track of time.” Before Carl ducked to the back of the store and towards the hall that led to his home, he glanced back and said, “Can you wrap up here and close the store, Hans?”

“You got it, boss," Hans said, waving him off. "Take care." Carl left without an answer, and Hans found himself alone with a PC he could only dream of. "Well well," he said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a flash drive. "Looks like it's just you and me from now on. Let's see if what's under the hood's enough to get my program running."

While Carl had a point that Hans' dream was beyond the capacity of current human technology, the world of sci-fi and fantasy lacked such rules. "Just like that ol' title," he muttered to himself as he inserted the flash drive into a USB drive. "A machine can't act like a human mind, but it can calculate runes with no trouble. Sometimes when we can’t use tech to get somewhere, we gotta use shortcuts.”

This PC was his best chance to experiment on his little program to see if it worked. After checking to make sure the drives were all up to date and the whole thing was running smoothly, Hans executed his program. A few keystrokes later, a magic circle formed on the screen. “Let’s gooo—WOAH!”

Although Hans should have figured that the ritual wouldn’t be painless, having his physical form ripped apart and turned into data was nothing short of excruciating. Reforming himself later wouldn’t be any less unpleasant, but he could never turn down the chance to become data and revolutionize the field of… magic? Science? Magitek?

He witnessed his fingers slowly fade as if turning into dust and flow like a stream of water into the screen. As the entirety of his arms completely disappeared, sprites that resembled arms appeared on the screen. "L-Least it works?" Hans nervously said as more and more of his body faded away.

Eventually, Hans' ability to feel, taste, hear, and see waned as his body fully waxed into the computer. The sensation… was nothing. There were no nerves or sensors to feel with, but he could understand the data that his mind had access to. Overwhelming, yet the sensation felt like precious wine on his lips.

The network… Though small, Hans was amazed at how he could travel through the network of the shop—including Carl’s personal PC.

“No, no,” Hans realized he could hear. He saw Carl through the uncovered camera and heard him through a microphone that remained plugged in. For a tech-savvy guy, Carl was real lenient in terms of privacy. "C'mon, Elise, be reasonable here. We got a meeting with the divorce lawyer tomorrow. Can’t you have your little wine party another day?” Carl rolled his eyes as he pocketed his phone. “Fuckin’ bitch. Can’t give me a break.”

And now, as Carl sat down to work on his computer, Hans realized he could attempt the other upside of the ritual. With his mind now data, he could reach out and override the "data" that was another's consciousness.

“What the hell am I supposed to—MMGPHF!”

It wasn’t the most graceful exit, but Hans couldn’t deny the results. Black tendrils—an unnatural amalgamation of data and flesh flew from the screen and landed on Carl’s face, causing him to fly back a few inches. His body twitched and convulsed, back forming a C,  as Hans’ essence flowed into each of Carl’s orifices. Carl’s feet kicked at the ground, fingers gripping his chair’s armrests, as Hans’ essence attacked and invaded his brain.

“A-Ah, ahhh.” Carl helplessly moaned as Hans override any freedom and control over his body. After a few painful seconds with his back arched and his toes curling as the sensation of being overtaken overwhelmed him, Hans awoke in his boss’ body.

“Well, well,” said Hans, feeling his new arms. “Not exactly my first choice for a body, but not a bad test drive.” He stretched in the comfortable office chair, a gift from another customer. “Man, Carl, for an old guy you don’t feel half-bad.” Now realizing that he was alone, a mischievous thought crossed Hans’ mind. “Well, got some time to keep doing some more research on my little program. Maybe I can find a way to hack into other networks." Grinning to himself, he stood up and slowly stripped out of Carl's clothes. First, the shirt came off as the nipples hardened in the cool air, then the shoes were chucked to the side to allow his feet to breathe. The pants came off next, and finally, the underwear flew across the room as Hans embraced his newfound potential—and his borrowed pole.

“Who knew old farts like you still had crazy stamina like this!” Hans cried out, furiously and desperately thrusting into his grip as he jacked off his boss’ body. “F-Fuck! Fuuuuuck!” Hans let out a roar as he came all over his boss’ keyboard. “W-Woah. Gonna have to clean that up later. Dunno where he keeps his tissues, but...” Hans paused and grinned once more. This wasn’t his body, so what the hell? He bent down and began to lick the keys clean, making sure to savor his boss’ taste with each slurp.

The next day, he sat in his boss' room, giving another client's laptop a check-up. It was a Sunday and so the shop was closed, but Hans' mind was far too wired to relax by simply lying around the place. No, tinkering around and keeping his hands busy was how he would wind down.

Although, Hans remained without any clothes. The feeling of the chair against his naked skin was intoxicating. Never in his life had Hans worked in the nude, but he might have to start doing it more often as he tried on new skins. For now, though, might as well enjoy Carl’s life for a few more hours before trying on someone new.

Hans’ roommates were certainly appealing prospects.

FEStival Fiasco

Mizar Interlude

The joys of physical touch fascinated Mizar so. With every lover and climax, he felt more and more inclined to remain in this blue rock for the rest of his life just having his prostate ridden.

Luckily for him, Mizar found himself in a stuffy office full of men who desperately needed someone to relieve stress with. After a few winks and thirsty looks, Mizar had his next plaything on lock.

“Ngh! C’mon, harder!” he begged at this handsome stranger in a suit. They were in an unused meeting room that, according to his host’s coworker, would not be used for another hour. Mizar was on his back, completely naked and covered in a sheen of sweat, as his partner fucked him with just his slacks down. By now, he was far from festival grounds by highjacking bodies and hopping on dicks. This would just be another ride he could take advantage of.

“Holy shit, John!" The businessman, whatever his name was, exclaimed as he continued pounding Mizar. "You always seemed so uptight! Who knew you were such a cockslut," the man said with a chuckle as he picked up the pace. "And such a tight ass. Holy hell, it's like it's sucking me in."

“Ahhh,” Mizar moaned, arching his back while trying to meet John’s coworker with equal vigor.  He truly had no idea what his host’s name was or even his position in the company, but none of that mattered compared to the burning desire for carnal pleasure. “K-Keep it up. C’mon, fuck me hard! Make me forget even my own name!” Mizar shouted, repeating phrases from previous partners. When in Rome, as one of them had said when he first came to them with an erection that wouldn’t go down and a crazed need to bottom. Or was it, any hole’s a good one?

All of the thoughts instantly vanished from Mizar as his partner delivered another powerful thrust. "Ngh! F-FUCK!" Not nearly satisfied enough, Mizar wrapped his legs around his coworker's torso and pull him even deeper into himself. "Paint my insides white! Tear me in half like—OOOH—LIKE A COCK WHORE!"

“Here it comes!” Mizar’s lover cried out, balancing on his toes to push even deeper as he came. Mizar grinned as he felt each shot fill him up with warm semen. Soon after, as his lover’s climax dribbled away, he reached his own peak as well. Load after load fell onto Mizar’s borrowed, sweaty torso, and he enjoyed rubbing it all over himself. He wasn’t sure if it was his possession that caused such tremors of ecstasy with all of his hosts, but he was far and beyond the point of caring. For Mizar, his life would be peaks and valleys of time when he was seeking his new high. “Come hereeee...” he whispered, tongue sticking out as he grabbed his lover by the tie and pulled him close.

Another peak, another valley. Now was the time to find another experience. Without delay, Mizar jumped from John and into his new ride. Although the businessman struggled and tried to push Mizar away, he could not stop the alien sliding in through his mouth and traveling up to his brain. "NGH! MM! Oh—oh god!" The man groaned, collapsing on top of John's drooling and unconscious body as Mizar bit down on his brain. After some small convulsions and a few waves of pleasure, Mizar stood up and admired his new husk. The hard-on that threatened to no longer fit in his slacks and jock-strap fascinated Mizar the most.

“Let’s go,” Mizar said to himself, not even bothering to figure out more about this man or how to lay low. All that mattered to him was finding his next peak.

Couples Therapy

Marcus glanced at his client before going back to his notes. As usual, it was a young woman who looked as though she was on the verge of tears after giving him a mile-long list of grievances towards her husband. For the first few years, everything was like an eternal honeymoon until the two began to drive the other crazy. From the little info Marcus had, the blame seemed to rest on two personalities that didn't feel like compromising—as it usually was.

However, compromises didn’t put food on Marcus’ table, so it was in his best interest to pin the blame all on the husband. “Like my services advertise,” he told the wife, Julia, while sliding a sheet of his talents over to her, “I can fix your marriage to be as blissful as it was on your wedding night. All I need is your consent and I can shape your lover as you need him to be.”

The tears soon dried up. "Um, huh…?" Julia grew sheepish as her eyes skimmed over the sheet. Not good. "Shape him? My friend said your type of work was unique, but changing my husband…? I didn't hear anything about that."

Tilting his head, Marcus said, "Did you not notice how your friend's partner changed? He was happier, more agreeable, and far more pleasant overall. Always carried a strong conversation and had the manners of a perfect gentleman. Don't you want the same for your husband?"

“I-I thought you just gave them counseling!” Julia stood up from her chair, hands clasping her purse as though Marcus was a violent, money-hungry criminal. “This is crazy. A-And, honestly absurd. I'll have no part in this lunacy!"

“So you’re okay with your husband’s divorce?”

Julia stopped just before her hand reached the door. Though she didn't turn around, she said, "What do you mean?" Her voice was tinged with fear despite her attempts to hide it.

“When you made your appointment, I did a little digging on your husband,” said Marcus, lying as naturally as he breathed. “Digging into his soul, of course. My abilities allow me to do so.”

He stood up and strode over to Julia. “He’s growing increasingly dissatisfied with your union. Every little action, every little word, every little annoyance from you pushes him more and more towards the arms of another.” While Marcus remained stone-faced, he was smirking inside as beads of sweat cascaded down Julia’s brow. 

Perfect.

“A young woman your age already divorced? What will the neighbors think? Your friends? Your family? But,” he shrugged and made his way back to his desk, “if you insist that you don’t need my services, I can do nothing about that. I sincerely wish the two of you a happy marriage. However long it lasts.”

Julia excused herself to go to the bank but promised she would return with the payment.

Marcus’ target was a man by the name of Trevor. Attractive, admirable, and breakable. All it would require was a few weeks in his body and Marcus’ job would be finished. Julia had signed the contract, so his body was completely available.

That was the limit to Marcus’ powers. Without some sort of consent from one who at the very least shared the name or a bond with his target, he was unable to do anything. Now, all Marcus had to do was take over Trevor’s body.

But first, Marcus was curious about what was going to happen in their ordinary lives. While Julia had given him a whole list of things that she wished Trevor would do, Marcus skimmed it before throwing it away. For the most part, his clients didn't know what they wanted—and what they did was something ridiculous like 'makes me breakfast in bed every single day.' It was all nonsense straight out of a soap opera. Marcus preferred to just take a look at what pissed his client off and doing a few favors here and there. The only part of Julia's list that Marcus even remotely paid attention to was, "Being more open to pegging."

Other than that, Marcus would just sit by and watch how a typical morning went for the couple. He made his way to the address Julia had provided him during their meeting in an astral form and peeked into their lives.

“God, another spill, Jules?” Trevor groaned as he looked down at his stained pants. “C'mon." While Julia let out a stream of apologies, Trevor just rolled his eyes and said, "I'm trying to get a goddamn promotion here!"

“I-I’m trying…!” Julia said, backing up as Trevor grabbed the empty mug and smashed it on the ground. “Th-That was mine...”

“And so’s the mess,” Trevor shot back. “When you’re the breadwinner in this relationship, you can decide what does and doesn’t get broken.” With that, Trevor left to get changed while Julia cleaned up the kitchen.

That was all Marcus needed to see. The bastard needed a major attitude adjustment. His wife was a complete klutz, but there was no need to bite her head off for making a mistake. Marcus didn't feel any particular sympathy for Julia, but assholes like Trevor pissed him off to no extent. "Only natural," Marcus said to himself. "Assholes hate assholes. Don't like pricks like him on my turf."

Floating over to Trevor and Julia’s room, he admired the assets he would borrow for the next few days. Trevor’s pants were off, allowing Marcus to get a nice glimpse of the package he would be showing off for the next few days. Along with that were nice, juice thighs and a good chest peeking out of the nice polo shirt he wore. No longer able to resist, Marcus just dove towards Trevor.

"HNNG! What the fuuuuck?!" Trevor moaned as Marcus phased through his back. Entire body tensing up, Trevor stood in place, his back arching while his head was thrown back. Feet planted to the floor, he moaned in pleasure and panic. "Wh-Who the hell?! What the—HAA! Ahhh…! What the fuck are youuuu?!" Unable to keep his balance amidst the barrage of pain and pleasure mixing, Trevor collapsed onto his bed, convulsing uncontrollably as the foreign intruder wore him like a suit.

“Mmm,” Marcus moaned, rubbing his hard-on against the mattress. “Oh, that’s niiice. Thanks, Julia.” Still face-down on the bed, he spread his legs and let his hands wander towards a certain untouched hole. “Don’t worry, I’ll turn your hubby into the subbiest bottom in town.”

Purposefully ignoring Julia, Marcus left the house and headed towards Trevor’s place of work, relying on muscle memory and the information Julia had given him for navigation. Eventually, he arrived at some fancy insurance firm full of suits who looked like they could use a healthy dose of Viagra.

Once more, Marcus relied on Trevor's muscle memory to guide his way through work. And once settled into Trevor's impersonal cubicle, Marcus began his work. At once, he worked on smiling more in Trevor's body. Man was a creature of habit and the human mind was a sponge for information and mannerisms. Because of that, Marcus would adopt certain behaviors for the week or so he would be in his hosts' bodies. The end result was a spouse that would compliment their partner far more.

On all levels, it was wrong. However, Marcus continued without losing a wink of sleep.

After making sure Trevor was smiling more, Marcus also stretched and relaxed his muscle. "God, you're so tense," he mentioned as he rolled his shoulders back. "Or, I'm so tense." Grinning, Marcus continued chatting to himself. It was always fun getting into a role. Perhaps it was his theater kid days, but adopting a new identity was always fun. "I should get more into yoga," he said, stretching as much as he could in that uncomfortable suit. "Do some squats. It'll help me make my ass all nice and firm. Flexibility'll be nice in the bedroom for Jules," he proclaimed, repeating it to himself to make sure it remained imprinted to Trevor.

To make sure those thoughts remained in Trevor's head, Marcus headed off to the gym after each workday. He worked until Trevor's already well-developed muscles were pleasurably sore by the time he arrived back home. "Keep acting as though I'm Trevor," Marcus had texted Julia before. "It'll make it easier for these thoughts to stick to your husband." His words didn't ease Julia's awkwardness, but Marcus didn't mind. Working with pathetic actors wasn't anything new for him.

By the final day of Marcus' planned stay, Trevor's boss called him into his office. "You're not in trouble," his boss, a man by the name of Arthur said. "Just wanted to catch up with you, is all." His words were even, but Marcus noticed that his gaze was not. Arthur's eyes kept traveling and his fingertips kept grazing Trevor as much as they could while retaining that facade of professionalism. "I've noticed your recent change in attitude. Rumors travel quickly throughout the office."

“When there’s not much to talk about,” Marcus began, “it’s easy to become the talk of the town.”

Arthur cocked an eyebrow. “Your attitude and your tongue’s changed, Trey. I'm surprised but pleased. Productivity for the whole office has gone up this week. And your more positive attitude has really helped with that. I've noticed the environment in general is a lot less toxic."

“Sorry about that, sir,” Marcus said with a curt nod. Yet, he made sure to keep a cocky, inviting smirk on his face. The blood was rushing to Arthur’s cheeks despite his stony expression. “Hadn’t realized how much my attitude had an impact on the office. But I’m sure you’ll be just as satisfied as my wife about the new me.” By now, Marcus was happily rubbing his thighs, making sure they stood out alongside his bulge in those tight slacks he had purchased for Trevor. During the week, he had made a habit of dropping his things and bending over to reach for them in front of his various coworkers. If his eyes didn’t deceive him, he was certain about the office spent more than half a second staring at Trevor’s assets.

Arthur cleared his throat. “Yes, well. Nonetheless, just wanted to show my appreciation for this sudden turn. Always happy to see my workers in a relaxed, pleasant environment.”

Standing up, Marcus leaned in close to Arthur’s lips. “I can think of a few other ways you can show your appreciation, boss,” he whispered, unbuckling his belt. This same scenario had played out so many times Marcus was certain his gaydar was impeccable. “Why don’t you bend me over your desk and show me who the boss is?”

Arthur hesitated for about a second before locking the office door and tying Trevor’s mouth shut with his own tie. “Take! This! You! Slut!” Arthur roared as he pounded Trevor’s ass raw. Marcus, back arched, face pressed up against the cold desk, just moaned like a slut. He eagerly met each of Arthur’s thrust with his strong workout for his hips.

This is my favor for you, Julia, he thought as Arthur pulled on his hair. Your husband’s hole might not be as tight as you want it to be, but he’ll definitely be up for stuff up his ass by the time I leave.

"Make me your bottom bitch," Marcus begged, trapped in a nirvana of pleasure and pain.

The next time Marcus saw Julia and Trevor the two of them were walking down the back, arms linked. Both were smiling and laughing so animatedly that Marcus was certain the songbirds were jealous. On occasion, he spotted Julia lightly slapping Trevor's ass and her husband reddening like a tomato at the sensation.

Marcus returned home satisfied at another successful trip.

Don’t Use the Shower at Night

Lionel walked through the locker room with an exaggerated swagger, his towel nearly slipping off his swaying hips. Just a step behind him was another man named Maxwell, his fluffy hair bobbing up and down as he emulated Lionel’s strut with perfect accuracy. His expression remained completely stoic despite his expression gait, and his eyes seldom blink. Soon, the pair stopped in front of the sole shower stall still being used.

Leaning against a wall, Lionel commented, “Your hair’s just too cute, Maxie. It’s so nice when it just moves like that,” he said, chuckling as Maxwell simply nodded. “I’m glad we met in this gym, Maxie, but… don’t you think there’s someone else who should join this li’l group of ours? No reason it can’t be more than two.”

A flicker of light appeared in Maxwell’s dull eyes. His lips curled up into a smirk mirroring that of Lionel’s. “Sure thing, boss,” he said, his gruff voice sounding faint from disuse. He stepped forward, towel falling onto the floor. He drew the shower curtain back with a swift flick of the wrist.

“Woah, man, what the fuck?!” said the younger man, whipping around to face Maxwell. “H-Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you? Go away!” Despite the desperation in the young man’s voice, Maxwell just stepped forward, ignoring the stream of hot water on his skin. “Hey, you there, help me out here!” The young man looked to Lionel in desperation. However, Lionel just grinned as the outline of his hardening dick became clear through the thin towel. “Just relax,” he told the young man as Maxwell pinned him to the wall. “This can be fun of all of us. Stop. Struggling. And relax.”

“B-Bro, please…!” was all the young man was able to do as Maxwell forcibly brought their lips together beneath the hot, steamy water. Their tongues wrestled and fought for dominance as the young man screamed into Maxwell’s mouth until something surged forth. “HRGH! HHHMMMMFFF!”

Lionel let out a pleasured moan as the slimy substance that composed his soul traveled down the young man's throat and began to spread throughout his trembling body. The odd substance began to invade and rewire each of the man's cells. Every time without fail, Lionel enjoyed the sensation of his consciousness flooding another's.

“Good job, li’l Maxie,” Lionel said to his first convert. Fully aware that there was not a shred of the old Maxwell to respond to his praise, Lionel still enjoyed the little replay that came with controlling multiple bodies. The rippling of Maxwell's biceps as he pinned the young man to the wall as well as the hair that adorned his head all confirmed to Lionel one thing: he had made the right choice conquering this one.

Speaking of conquering, Lionel leaned his head back and let out a moan, toes curling and eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as a stream of information reached his consciousness. The sensation of filling another always gave him such a rush of pleasure, like he was breeding someone’s hole. “Mm, so your name’s Jacob? Not a bad name, and not a bad looker, either,” said Lionel, grinning.

Maxwell leaned back, licking a stray film of orange good from his lips while his victim convulsed against the wall. The process always took a few seconds at least, but Lionel was slowly becoming faster. Soon he’d be able to convert others in no time at all. However, “It’s just not as much fun,” he said out loud, sticking his tongue out as he savored the last remains of resistance from Jacob finally fade. “So, Jacob my friend, how do you feel about joining li’l ol’ Maxie and me? We’re cruising around and thinking of picking up a few more buddies. You in?”

"Uh, ohhh… urgh…" Jacob still moaned as he went through the last of the shakes. He cracked his neck, shuddering before opening his eyes, giving Lionel yet another set he could see through. For a moment, there was the tiniest hint of an orange dye in Jacob’s irises, but it soon vanished. “Sounds like a bitchin’ time, boss,” said Lionel’s newest husk, adopting Jacob’s personality. “But why don’t you let me finish up my shower? Actually, do you mind joining me? Need someone to wash the small of my back.”

“Do you mind, Maxie?” said Lionel, knowing the answer already but still enjoying the little show he was putting on for himself. Maxwell shook his head, hair bobbing the whole time. “Well then, let’s get acquainted.”

Festival Fiasco

Part 5

Ever since his birth, the fateful worm had known nothing but darkness. Most of his days were spent in shrew-like bodies and digging tunnels for the foundation of their society. His job, like many others before him, was to search for precious metals in abused and dangerous mines. Several of his fellow worms passed away due to collapsing tunnels or pockets of earth full of poisonous air.

“We are many,” a worm twice his age told to him, “and we are weak. Disposable. Worms in the dirt that the Elite walk on. We matter as much as the rock we mine, and so we are in these caverns.” Not too long after passing on that wisdom, the older worm perished in a cave-in. The fateful worm was no surprised, as so many of their kind died everyday that learning names was far too tiring. It was better to have nothing than to constantly lose someone every day.

Then, on a fateful day, the worm overheard two passing Elites. “Centaurus,” one of them said, chuckling as he uttered that name, “is what those humans call one of our suns. Our sacred stars that lie above even Elites! Can you believe they have the audacity to even try to christen it with a name? Absurd.” The two walked away, laughing at the new species.

From then on, a small fire burned in that fateful worm’s heart. It was a completely foreign feeling, but he loved it. “Centaurus,” he said to himself as best he could, each syllable eliciting joy in his heart. “Centaurus, Centaurus. Cen-tau-rus…!” As he repeated that word to himself in the coming days, his gaze turned upwards, focusing above the dark rock ceiling he had always known. The next few months were spent digging his own personal tunnel, barely managing to hide his progress from the managers who watched his progress. It was difficult to dig through the dirt and stone upwards, but the name gave him hope and strength that he had never known before.

Finally, Centaurus emerged from the earth. He pushed through the final layer of dirt and emerged onto the surface. The air tasted fresh and untouched by dust. His panted heavily, enjoying each new sensation as he trekked through the alien world—his own home. The sky was grey and a light breeze coursed through barren field he wandered. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, he saw the first few rays. In the horizon, the sun began to rise.

“Heyyyyy~! Ya gonna wake up or am I gonna have to throttle ya, Centy?” Centaurus’ slowly opened his eyes, hands curled up in irritation as the annoying voice bounced off the walls. “There you are! About time. You sure like to keep everyone waiting, huh?”

“…Phecda.” Centaurus blinked to refocus his vision. Before him was an older man wearing a doctor’s coat, a stethoscope, and nothing else. He strutted over, balancing shifting from the balls of each foot.

“You never talk to any of us,” he began, pacing along the walls of the room, gaze wandering all over the white walls. “Yet, you remember each of our names so well! Your behavior is always so interesting, Centy~! I’ve never seen anything like it.”

With a grunt of effort, Centaurus swung his legs over and tried to leap at Phecda. However, the moment he launched himself off the bed and his feet touched the ground, he stumbled and fell to the floor. “The hell…?!”

“You. Are. Exhausted,” said Phecda, leaning over Centaurus, their faces just a few inches away from each other. “Absolutely washed up. It’s a miracle you’re even alive.” Phecda hopped back as Centaurus swung a slow and sluggish fist at him. “You can barely even fight. It’s honestly a shame to see you like this.” For a moment, Phecda’s fac fell before his expression lit up with his usual disgusting cheer. “I wonder what Zathina would say if she saw you. Or dear ol’ Arti. He’d get a real chuckle out of this,” he said, giggling as Centaurus leaned against the bed like an old man who couldn’t get up on his own.

“If you’re gonna kill me,” he said in-between pants, “just go ahead and do it. Anything’s better than listening to you yap and yap.”

“Ohhh, booo~!” said Phecda. “That’s such a boring thing to do, Centaurus. Why would I kill my most interesting research subject.” Once again approaching, Phecda leaned in and grabbed Centaurus’ face in a sharp vice-grip. A glint that never failed to send shivers down Centaurus’ spine appeared in Phecda’s eyes. The grin was gone, replaced by a twisted and frustrated grimace. “I would love to take you apart to finally learn how and why you tick, but that would ruin everything. No, I must observe you without interfering. Without letting those ridiculous fools getting in your way so you can flourish. Those Elites are so concentrated in status and let promising subjects just die in those worthless mines of them. God, I wish I could take them apart too so I could show our worthless world what trash truly looks like.”

Centaurus tried to scream or shout, but he couldn’t stop trembling. His muscles wouldn’t move or respond. If Phecda truly wished, Centaurus would end up as the subject of vivisection. However, no such carnage occurred. Centaurus still breathed.

The two stared at each other for a while before Phecda’s face broke into another gleeful grin. “You flinched~! You’re so cute when you’re scared, but not as cute as Arcturus when everything’s falling apart around him. Phecda let go of Centaurus and stepped back, pacing the room with that ridiculous gait again. “Don’t worry, Centy. I just took you to my host’s apartment so you could get some rest. If either Zathina or Arcturus found ya with no energy, who knows what they would’ve done!” He shook his head in disapproval. “No, I learned so much from you, and yet there’s still more I want to discover.”

“What are you—”

“Please, indulge me, Centaurus,” said Phecda, turning to face Centaurus again, who flinched. “There’s a discovery I believe I have stumbled onto, and I was hoping to use you as a sort of ‘wall’ to bounce ideas off of. Maybe we could even collaborate,” he said, emphasizing the last word.

Moving his hand over his hairy and borrowed legs, Centaurus could feel just a bit of sensation return. If he could just stall this conversation out, he could make a break for it. “Fine,” he said, scoffing and turning his face away. “Start rambling, ya freak. If you get close to the mark, I’ll tell ya. In exchange, just lemme go, all right?”

Phecda cocked his brow, head tilting in confusion. “Oh, that sort of cooperation is unexpected. Wonder if you’ve found some sort of escape route you want to distract me from?”

Centaurus kept his face neutral as Phecda wandered the room, running his hands over the walls. As expected, Phecda knew very little about his own host’s home. “Either way, I guess I don’t really care. All I wanted was a chat. Whatever you do afterwards isn’t very important. Although…” Phecda shook his head. “Doesn’t matter! Let’s great started.”

“Shoot.”

“How did a being like you,” began Phecda, “with very little chance of mastering his craft might I add, ever become masterful enough at possession to rival of Elites like Arcturus or Zathina? Isn’t it curious? I often pondered that between classes and experiments. How was that possible? It’s like a homeless man having more skill than a dedicated kung-fu master.” As if to emphasize his point, Phecda performed a crane stance, the flaccid dick flopping as he lifted up his leg.

“You watching earth TV?”

“It’s nice to have in the background as I work,” said Phecda as rubbed the back of his neck. “But the point is, things weren’t adding up. I threw a few theories around. Time travel, secret training from special ops, all sorts of nonsense. It was more like a little pet project than anything else. Try not to feel so special, Centaurus.”

Rolling his eyes, Centaurus said, “Nice to know I’m such high priority for ya.”

“Well, at first it was.” The dangerous glint in Phecda’s eyes returned. The atmosphere grew heavy as his footfalls grew harder and more intense. “Then I saw the effect you had on Arcturus. That’s when it really got interesting.” Phecda continued to pace around the room. The amusement and nonchalantness of his expression faded. “I grew up together with him. I’ve observed him. He was always so dull. So boring. Just another by-product of our society. Nothing more. But then…! Oh, you made his interesting, Centaurus.” Without warning, he sprinted over to Centaurus and grabbed him by the shoulders. Centaurus could feel Phecda’s warm breath on his face. “Just by existing, just by being skilled, you began to break the little peanut-brain that that fool had. Just by being, you made him fascinating,” he said, eyes shining with wicked intent.

“Wh-What the hell do you want…?” said Centaurus, his heart racing. Goosebumps spread throughout his body. He had seen such an awful personality from Phecda before, but this was simply on a level he could have never seen coming. “What do you want from me, Phecda?!”

“I… just want you to go about the same as you always do!” said Phecda, releasing Centaurus. “I want to witness your potential, that’s all.” He merely shrugged, expression perfectly nonchalant. The sudden changes in mood only served to give Centaurus more anxiety. When would Phecda go in a rage? It was effective torture strategy, but Centaurus was wondering if that was even the goal.

In that brief period, Centaurus realized that Phecda was silent and just staring at him. Suddenly, embarrassed, Centaurus said, “You’re… seriously freaking me out. But, you’re fine with me winning this whole thing? Letting me get the chance to become a Dreadfighter and serve the Emperor directly? That’s fine with you?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” said Phecda. “You don’t have the skills of Zathina or even Arcturus, but you have good skills. And your head’s not up in the clouds like those two.” He threw his hands up into the air, eyes rolling as he spoke. “Always about honor and status with those two. They’re like broken records. Really, at least having someone like you around will keep things interesting. Besides…” Narrowing his eyes, Phecda said, “Someone who is willing to throw away everything for success is perfect for Dreadfighters, isn’t it?”

Flinching once more, Centaurus tried to back away further onto the bed. “So you figured it out.” Hiding anything from this madman would just agitate Phecda and make the situation worse. “Yeah, I throw just about everything at it when I possess a host.”

“Elites like us are specifically taught not to do that,” said Phecda. “If you try and force a connection with a host, you risk losing yourself. It’s like mixing two paints and hoping that the colors will remain pure. And yet… you still continue to do that. Every time, you allow your consciousness to meld with your host’s just for a tiny advantage. Why is that?”

Not wanting to face Phecda, Centaurus pointedly turned his head and stared out the window. The sun was beginning to set. Just a few hours longer and the festival would be over. His host still wasn’t fully recovered, but that was no longer his main concern. Thoughts and fears he had been burying deep inside of him finally emerged with little resistance. “Ya said it yourself. To risk everything for just that chance for success. That’s all it is. As simple as that.”

Pouting, Phecda said, “It’s so boring when you try to say it like that. At least do it like those detective shows where they have the lead talk about it in great and exciting detail!”

“My life isn’t a show, freak,” said Centaurus. “Just… I don’t have anything else, Phecda. If I don’t become a soldier, if I don’t prove my worth, then…” he paused, unable to say it. I’ll be just a worm. He shut his mouth and refused to let the words continue.

“I see. You’re a product of our society as well.” Phecda nodded, as if the world suddenly made complete sense to him. He spun on his heel and faced the wall, expression hidden. “Don’t kill Arcturus, Centy. He’s boring sometimes and crazy at others, but I still like him. You make him fascinating, but if you make him dead I’ll tear you apart and eat you, okay?”

The usual mania in his voice was gone. For the first time since they had met, Phecda spoke in a serious tone. “Yeah, sure. Wasn’t planning on killing the guy, anyway. He’s a piece of shit but like… no one that needs to be killed.”

“What’re you going to do when it’s just you and Zathina left?” asked Phecda, still hiding his face. “Do you think you can beat her?”

Centaurus ran a hand down his borrowed hair, a habit of his host. “I don’t know. But, I’ll give it a try, even if it kills me.”

“You’re desperate.”

“When you’ve got nothing else to live for and everything on the line,” said Centaurus, “wouldn’t anyone?”

“…Well, to see that realize…” Phecda turned around once more, smirking as he approached Centaurus. “You need your energy. I just happen to know a neat way for humans to generate the chemicals we feed on.” The doctor’s coat billowing as he strutted over, Phecda kneeled in front of Centaurus and began to lower his pants. “Just lean back, stare up at the ceiling, and relax. I’ll take it from here.”

“…You’re a real weirdo, y’know that?”

“Why thank you. You’re a real weirdo as well, Centy.” Phecda leaned in and kiss Centaurus’ lips, to the latter’s shock. “Keep being interesting. Worms don’t make for such fine test subjects, I promise you that much.”

Kindness came from such interesting places, Centaurus mused.