He Doesn't Know

Everywhere Kevin looked he couldn’t help but sneer at all the depraved fucking animals around him. He could no longer dignify considering them people as they not only showed full surrender to the most basics instincts to rutt, but carelessly and mindlessly disregarded the erosion of their physical beings as they let go of what it was to be human in favour of the pleasure and desires the Idol fulfilled.

Ignorant to the clomp of his heavy hooves, Kevin left the ballroom and shook his head at the eagerly changing soulless humans Katy had left entangled in pleasure. Their bodies rampantly changed by whatever legion of the Idol claimed them first.

Those that were claimed that is.

A maniacal laughter drew Kevin’s attention from them, a hyena like woman staggering in from the parking lot, clearly in a fuck induced haze.

Sluts like that deserve to be fucked, Kevin thought, stroking his cock grunting at the throbbing desirous feel of his touch upon it.

Seeing the gaze of the monstrous tainted soul of a man Karla couldn’t help but laugh louder. Amused by how oblivious she could sense he was to his descent, after all she wasn’t the only one truly being used. They all were. Dropping to all fours Anya further adjusted to her changed bestial form, fluttering her eyes at Kevin as she walked up, then sat back on her haunches, giving her newly developed cock a few fist pumps with one clawed hand as another groped a breast.

“Whatever you like I’ve got it. How about we fuck those weighty concerns out of you.” Karla’s smarmy and confident approach flaunted the seasoned streetwalker she had been, her clawed hand provoking gratuitous moans as it shifted between fingering her slit and stroking her cock.

Kevin towered over her. Torn between the impulse to just use her, fuck her in a frenzy, make another notch in the post of things he **** fucked because of Chandra’s betrayal. Things he'd now fuck instead of the woman he had loved. Or should deny the free whore a solid use?

Not that it mattered.

Karla wasn’t feeling that patient. She’d found herself an opening in the throng where an unchanged blonde eagerly sucked cum from a bimbofied brunette’s ass. Karla wasted no time, laughing insanely at the pleasure of her dick like clit being enveloped in the blonde’s pussy and quickly setting to work ravaging the soulless husk left by Katy.

“Come on… Be my Harley…” Karla grunted, fucking ever harder and unable to stop giggling in giddy pleasure as the blonde began changing to be so much like Karla. Unlike Karla though, her colours were unnatural.

Kevin watched and stroked his cock now seeing just what must have happened to Chandra. Just how these beasts were changed. The upper half of the blonde’s left back turned black, as her front turned red, the reverse colours happened on her right, and bottom left. Where Karla had a speckled pattern of spots red or black card symbols manifested on the changing blonde as she manifested her new clans physique alongside the colours of the original Harley Quinn from Batman.

Kevin felt something tug inside of him. Was it remorse? Rage? Guilt? Fear?

Kevin tried to get hold of the increasingly abstracts thoughts and feelings.

He could’ve stopped them. He could’ve protected Chandra. He should’ve… But he was losing himself on the stage… His mind wafted back to the mother's of the bride and groom and how he'd approached them on the stage, how they'd sucked his cock... how they'd been changed... Kevin felt his cock throb and ache in arousal.

Heaving Karla up off her recently changed slut Kevin impaled her deeply and aggressively upon the mast of a cock he had as she laughed madly. Roaring out in pleasure Kevin paused for only a moment in the relief of sheathing himself in the tainted whore turned hell slut. The red and black hyena girl beneath her mounting a cock a nearby horse woman had been sucking, stealing the horse woman’s efforts for herself on as she watched Karla being used by this strange man as his face began to crack and contort.

The former blonde laughed madly, her mind was a shattered stained glass window of the person she had been at the start of the night. She remembered everything, knew who she was, what she did for a living, yet it made strangely no sense.

People she’d declined to fuck, things she decided were wrong. SO many missed opportunities. Fuck... all those nights she could've tried seducing and fucking friends, family...

So many perverted questions and desires. She longed to see what would happen when the monstrous man came, loving the way Karla’s tits bounced as she laughed in insane pleasure, her pussy juices dripping with each drop bottoming out on Kevin's cock.

As Kevin felt his cock twitch, and pulse he threw Karla off into the small crowd, laughing heartily as he jerked and sprayed his dark taint all over those he could. His hyena like face sneering down at the soulless tangle of bodies. This is what you did with sluts and whores right? Kevin wondered, delighting in his seed splattering upon an eagerly responding crowd.

Karla and her fellow hyena woman eagerly lapping cum from each other as purple and green began to overtake the changing new hyena man beneath Harley.

It felt so good, wrong, yet seemed unfulfilling for Kevin. Something felt strangely right about it, Kevin couldn’t place it as he blankly surveyed the corridor finding himself at a loss for what he was doing when he came out here.

What was he doing? What was he looking for? What kind of animalistic beast would he rather fuck than his traitorous girlfriend next?

Kevin’s hooves thundered upon the floor as he slowly turned and smiled as stone walls seemed to dissolve back to windows and doors. An exit! Kevin didn't understand why, but it held an urgent need in his hazy mind. Marching to the doors Kevin flung them open with unexpected ease, and exited the building.

Ignoring pleas to return to the orgy, or join others he passed. Crouching to step through the door frames Kevin paused basking in the cool air embracing his still naked form, and breathing deeply, eyes wide with lust as he could smell the rich hearty scent of sex on the air outside.

Animals, all of them. Kevin thought, at first noticing tatters of clothing as he walked out into the lot. Looking, for… He didn’t know… He wondered why… God I need to fuck something, was the only clear thought in Kevin's mind.

Slowly patroling through the lot Kevin glimpsed the demonic dogs as they mopped up the escapees, he scowled at them. Watching as they were fucking the stragglers into the sanctifying grounds of the Idol or changing them for them Idol’s use as new member's of the pack.

Kevin had to respect the frenzy and strange coordination as they quickly darted from one group fuck to the next. Sometimes simply leaving a wounded person crying out in agony as their own terror and belief at what the canid demons were perverted and changed them.

The pack wasn't alone in quickly overwhelming any unchanged left, using their numbers while bright colourful pageantry seemed to bound from the parking lot asphalt into the darkened skies above before dropping down to fuck upon others. Those hiding between cars unable, or unaware to conceal their location from above.

Everyone was becoming monsters… Kevin looked down at his hands, a deep growl emerging in his chest. He could feel it now. He had even been changed he now realized, the gentle sway of his heavy tail counter balancing his enlarged body, a glance confirming not just its presence, but its phallus tip. His giant strong arms and hands were spread wide, his exploratory scan taking in his digitrade legs, and hooves.

He was a monster. The rage stoked the heat within him, his thoughts seemed clearer. What had they done to him? What were they doing to him? Was this why his mind seemed so hazy?

In a fury he reached out and snatched the ankle of one of the harpy’s fluttering about the lot between sexploits, her response a shriek of excitement and a turn towards the monstrous man that ripped her down from mid flight and cast her to the ground, glossy eyes staring at his cock with only a momentary glance up to Kevin’s face before a nimble tongue toured the edge of her bright white teeth and emerald green lips.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US!!!” Kevin roared at the prone bird woman.

With a parrot like chuckle the red, green and blue plumed woman sat up, cupping her shapely breasts keeping her gaze entirely on Kevin’s cock.

“You do it to yourself.” Alisha remarked, gasping pleasurably as her attempt to mouth at the cock was halted by a grab and pull back on the head feathers that had replaced the housekeeper’s long hair.

“NO!” Kevin shouted, provoking another chuckle and a squirm from Alisha as her steely grey eyes gazed up at the monstrous man.

“Yes…” Alisha replied in a sultry alluring tone, reaching out to gently tease a finger along his cock. “Every touch, every feel, every taste, and use…. You CONSENT… You give up a little of what you were, and desire more to be what you are yet… to… be….” Alisha moaned and gasped pleasurably, squirming as her thoughts and words excited her, her hand taking a firm grip of Kevin’s cock with the utterance of her last word for emphasis.

"Once you change, you can't ever go back." Alisha added seductively, "Not that I've met anyone who would."

Kevin groaned in need, he was feeling suddenly massively hornier, his cock throbbed with wanton need. His rage was stoked, the desire to feel the bird woman’s mouth bob on his cock, to hear her **** on its length only inhibited from fruition by a deep seated fear, and sense of knowing.

She was telling the truth.