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      "description": "The alley boiled with the humid heat of New York summer. The subway vents glimmered with the air that rises from the veins of this city. The air in this part of town was drowning in the scent of cheap Italian food and greasy street pizza; even this late in the evening, after dark, when all the restaurants and food carts have closed for the night. Soon, a thicker and more unpleasant miasma will fill the air.\n\nIt was remembering that experience last night that prompted Alex to speed up his pace; he’d rather get back to his hotel before that happens, but at least when he’s closer and on the main streets it’ll be more the smell of traffic that he’ll have to worry about. The bustle there might even be fun to be immersed in; he has a couple hours to leisurely walk back, after all, and it’s not all that far. New York stays open late: a welcome change of pace.\n\nWith a few paces down a side street, he suddenly found himself alone, the surroundings as quiet as the city gets; a welcome relief from the constant noise. It’s that momentary stillness that let him hear it, though - a sound like stones clattering on the rooftops, some metallic clanking, a noise that sounded like a shout - or maybe a dog barking? He couldn’t interpret the sounds immediately, nor even tell their direction amidst the echoes from the surrounding buildings. He looked around, glancing up and down the street, then upwards in case-\n\nSplat!\n\nA heavy fistful of a black, tarry substance that smelled faintly of ash hit the back of his head and his shoulder as he turned, not having seen it coming at him at all. Yelling a loud expletive, he cringed in disgust, and picked up the pace. Maybe it’s time to hurry back to the hotel after all, and experience the city some other night!\n\nWithin a very few paces though, he could feel it spreading - not the inanimate motion of a thick liquid flowing, but something more like an animal slithering; his disgust turned quickly to panic, what was lurking in this stuff?! He started trying to scrape it off hurriedly, stopping his near-jog and ducking off the smaller street into a side alley to try and get this stuff off him.\n\nIt was burning his skin somehow too!\n\n…But his fingers seemed unable to scrape at it much, in fact he seemed to be scraping his own skin more than the goo, and doing little more than coating his fingers in the stuff. But as he withdrew his fingers to try and inspect the stuff more closely, his fingernails looked much sharper, the fingers longer than his brain said they should be. Unbidden, and despite the disgust, all the temporarily forgotten fantasies about goo-creatures and transformation were back in the forefront of Alex’s mind, surging with sudden confused, fantastical hope as he scraped at the goo on his hand to find his skin stained an off-blue colour, and feeling strange, thick… leathery…\n\nAnd then, he realised, he could feel… It.\n\n******************************************************************\n\nDeep inside his head, almost like a stray thought of his own, Alex sensed its short life had been hard. It had no name; it just wanted to try and hide, and it was desperate, weak, ailing. Humans were not its preferred hosts; the mental image of a stocky, powerful gargoyle flashed through its, and thus Alex’s, thoughts. Relaxing, like a thought of home. It was a creature without a form of its own, and it needed to borrow another body to live. A gargoyle body was what it needed; but a human would, just about, do, like meagre gruel to avert starvation.\n\nWithin seconds the thoughts were almost a suffocating, cloying, paralysing force that prevented Alex forming any intent, any plan; and he senses that it wants to control him. Maybe just for a while; maybe just until it’s healed. But it expects a fight, it knows how to fight this internal battle for control, having done so many times before.\n\nPush through a tactile, and pheromonal, mush of sensations to confuse and disorient for a few crucial moments. Pierce the skin, make for the heart, let the blood spread its essence quickly through the body, all the faster when the terrified host’s bloodstream filled with epinephrine; push through the blood-brain barrier, reinforce its control, build defences, and try to weather the storm of its host’s mental struggles.\n\nBut Alex also sensed… confusion, from it. No host had ever had even a hint of a positive reaction, before… no interest in the changes wrought by its merging with them, no wonder at what the sensations might be. Perhaps the smooth head, the lack of that obstructing hair, had made its contact with him easier, given him less time to panic and fight back… but no, it could sense that wasn’t it, at least not all of it.\n\nSuddenly it had an option. A path of least resistance; not something it had encountered before. It was suddenly out of its depth - was this a good idea? Perhaps it shouldn’t change a strategy that had worked so often.\n\nBut it was weakened, in danger, desperate. Maybe this was… what it needed. It wanted hope, it wanted to be hidden; maybe a human less willing to fight - maybe even willing to comply without a fight! - could be its saviour.\n\nThe image floods Alex’s mind, a specific gargoyle; slim but powerfully built, red scaled and white-haired, clad only in a loincloth. It was an image that dripped with threat, of danger. A pursuer, who was seeking to trap it, destroy it. Nearby. Danger.\n\nIt was an offer, though. A request; it was not used to communicating, it was not… good at it. But it wanted Alex to help it, at least to not fight it while it took control. Maybe if Alex was unwilling after all, it would just flee, and try to find a host with a… more familiar response. If he was willing maybe they could… help each other somehow?\n\nIt hesitantly tried releasing Alex from its paralysing mental vice-grip, letting him form thoughts more coherently… he’d need to agree…\n\n\n******************************************************************\n\nThe confusing fog, the pressure of thoughts-not-his-own flowing through his head, abated, and Alex’s body un-froze abruptly, almost collapsing down the alley wall to his knees. It was still hard to think… a single frontal cortex was a poor piece of hardware for two consciousnesses, but there were a lot of potent desires starting to bubble in Alex’s reptillian hindbrain; an area that the goo-creature never liked to inhabit, sensing that the subconscious desires within were something primal, icky, beneath it somehow. It just preferred to ignore it all…\n\nAlex formed a want; hazy, testing the waters, scarcely believing any of this was happening - some dickhead must’ve just served him magic mushrooms on a pizza as a joke, or something - but still, why not go with the flow for now..?\n\nHe reached up, grabbing a fistful of the gelatinous mass that still sat on his shoulder, trying to push itself through his clothes. Now that he was asking for it to cooperate, and the creature was asking the same of him, he found it easy to scoop up a lump of the mass; he sensed its discomfort as a linking tendril was stretched thin when Alex pulled his handful away from the main mass.\n\nIt didn’t quite know what he intended, didn't understand the mental images; it was out of its depth. Alex hardly did himself either, as he pulled open the waistband of his pants and underwear, and upended the goop onto his already tumescent groin, groping himself and rubbing it into his flesh, wondering how much it might change him.\n\nHe could live with it if it’s just a coat of scales that might form, but what if it was more..? The mental image it had pushed at him, the white haired gargoyle, reminded him of his own similar persona, maybe he could have a cock like that… be like that, even..! It was.. All of it was… a hot idea…\n\nAs the burning sensation started on his shaft and balls as well - the sensitive skin magnifying the painful feeling - he started wondering if he should regret it. But he tried to push through it…when would a chance like this happen again, after all?!\n\nIt felt unsure what its host was doing; but there was such a richness of blood vessels in that area, it was so much easier to penetrate the body. And such a richness of nerve endings that the sensation was almost incapacitating for the host. But for all that this might be useful to know in future, it didn’t understand why its new host would be doing this to himself.\n\nBut the mental images it could sense were strong and clear; of something other than the organ that already lay between the human’s legs, something larger and more bestial, more sensitive, more… appealing?\n\nThe primal feeling of attraction to the thought was alien to this alien creature, but the feeling of pleasure, anticipation, from these thoughts of strange, bestial, even feral creatures that flashed through its host’s mind was clear. This was something quite novel to it.\n\nIt began to feel ever more uncomfortable, hot, strangely… desirous of something, some primal need leaking from its host. Something that did make it curious… Perhaps it should have explored this subconscious aspect of humans more often. But perhaps it wouldn’t have been able to interpret this without a cooperative host like this.\n\nIt flowed more around Alex’s head as the human clutched at his burning, aching crotch, grunting in discomfort and wondering if his idea had been such a good one after all. It pushed one tendril gently over the upper lip, under the nose; maybe it could try something subtler from pheromones, too? It had had to experiment with those at first, and gotten some strange and mixed reactions at times, but…\n\nAlex’s nostrils filled with a strange melange of scents, before finally settling into something more like… tobacco smoke, and old leather. Something that made him feel hornier, starting to tip that burning pain into something more like… pleasurable anticipation… he wondered what the creature might change him into, possibilities and mental images of past scalesonas flooded his lust-addled head.\n\nThe creature… seemed scared, though. It wasn’t intended for humans, of course; simply to survive in a human host, it had to cause some alterations, add in some magickal strand that it could feed from, hence the changes that Alex had started to experience. But too much meant it couldn’t hide any more, and that was lethally dangerous to it.\n\nIt didn’t… want to keep changing Alex, but…\n\nIt sensed Alex’s fixation, at least on the image of the larger, meatier, monstrous organ that had led Alex to rub it over his shaft, and sensed that it would need to give him something, this at least… but it would need to bargain, compromise. Yes… when its host regained his senses…\n\nAnd so it pushed in; connected with itself inside Alex’s body; and began something new - trying to make specific changes, localised, but more extreme than it had dared try before. Maybe it could even…\n\nIt tried shifting its approach, trying to stop its aggressive sloughing off of the outer skin, and the layering of the lower layers of skin into thicker, leathery keratinous hide and scale, stopped simply bombarding nerve endings with chaotic sensation and tried something more modulated, slower…\n\nAlex gave a gasp of relief as the burning sensations started to ease, a feeling more like a vigorous massage, a gentler touch rather than a chemical injury. His changed hands stayed groping, a little feebly, at his shaft; he felt desperate for more, but the newly unfamiliar structure, the feeling of trying to jointly control his body with another presence inhabiting him, was becoming too confusing, his motions lacked coordination and coherence…\n\nIt sensed his desire though, the mental image of hands pumping at his length, the primal stab of desire for something amazing to happen… and, curious, sensing that this might be some powerful new avenue for manipulating humans in future, it began to stretch itself, shake itself and rub, along the length, trying at first to aid Alex’s fumbling stimulations, but quickly sensing his pleasure or discomfort at particular motions and narrowing in on those that felt good…\n\nAlex groaned, dropping to all fours now as the goop wrapped around his shaft and started gently rubbing, teasing, exploring him. The sensations and the need were already overwhelming but he didn’t want to cum so quickly, this had barely started… it’d better have barely started, anyway!\n\nFor it, this was a new sensation; their mental connection was tenuous and loose, as it warily circled a host who it remained unsure of the intentions of. But its biology was not made with the capacity for sexual pleasure, it had not even tried using any part of its hosts like this, considering such things to be primal, animal urges, beneath it.\n\nBut now, pushed into it reluctantly as part of this unexpected bargain, this was… good.\n\nIt could sense Alex’s body on a level Alex himself was unaware of; could feel the pulsing muscles in his abdomen, the faint electrical disturbance as nerve signals bounced around between organs, responding to the pumping of his cock; it had little idea what would happen when those signals reached a crescendo but it could sense that they were doing just that, and could sense from Alex’s thoughts that it was what the human craved feeling, the source of that primal desire.\n\nSo it… didn’t want to just allow that quite so straightforwardly, it wanted to experience this new, pleasurable sensation. It dampened the nerve impulses, prodded and disrupted the muscle fluctuations… slowed the progression, stopping when it sensed discomfort, it didn’t want to stop, just… prolong. Its motions along the shaft slowed, too, and it let itself work the changes, even the more painful elements, a little more quickly, disguising it less. The peak stayed resolutely at bay, within easy reach, teasing…\n\nIts thoughts nestled ever closer to Alex’s, its own forming intentions flowing more freely into its host. Its desire for exploration, its surprise, the novelty of finding not simply a host willing not to fight, but a host willing to teach it all these… new things, new feelings, new approaches.\n\nIt was scared of where all this might lead, but it was too caught up in the moment to resist trying for… just a little more… Alex’s thoughts increasingly flowed back into it as well, and this too was a novelty for it. It had never tried to experience a host before, just trap and observe; it was far more confusing to it now than it had expected.\n\nAlex could feel as the skin on his cock loosened and pulled back, exposing a thicker length with an increasing swelling near the base, around which the skin tightened delightfully then slid behind, to form a scaly sheath; the tip flared out into a flatter head, something more like a horse’s, growing in length as the corrupting goop slowly slid into it, the alien creature feeling the pleasure almost as intensely as Alex himself…his balls swelled, hair follicles falling empty and filling in with scale as his scrotum sagged lower under the weightier contents.\n\nAlex grunted with pleasure, the new larger organ giving so much more raw area for sensation, the goo still on the surface turning to a delightful lubricant as he tried to grope at himself again, pushing through the confusing fug of shared-sensation-thought, but finding the layer of goop was thick enough to dampen the sensation of stroking himself…\n\nHe reached up instead to his ears, his nose, his forearms, rubbing at the other subtly changing parts of his body. He could sense how the creature had tried to make the sensations more pleasing, less painful, and it was working, his whole upper body was thrumming with pleasurable sensations, which were spreading as the goop slid gradually down his legs to his feet. He could feel the points of sharper teeth in his mouth, the strange pain of a forming horn poking his scalp from the inside, the point that his ear had started to form into. Was his face more stretched out than before..?\n\nMore.\n\nIt had intended to stop here, to give the human this one thing he wanted, that was the bargain wasn’t it? It was time to go, to hide away, to work out what to do next. Maybe it could even stay around this human, if he was a willing assistant, perhaps there were new paths open that were never there before…\n\nBut the closer it wrung itself into Alex’s increasingly lust-driven thoughts, the less clear it became what it should be doing. They both wanted, needed, this…\n\nBut it would be hard to hide! Impossible! Dangerous! But it would feel so good…\n\nIts control slipped, or perhaps it succumbed to temptation leaking from Alex; and Alex’s upper body started to expand. With the way his nerve endings were being carefully modulated, it felt strangely like his whole torso was getting erect, like his growing muscles and new skin were as tender and sensitive and pleasing as his cockhead felt..!\n\nMore, his reptilian hindbrain urged. Bigger muscles, thicker scales, a long tail, horns, meaty paws and sharp claws, yessss…He grunted in pleasure, then more deliberately grunted and groaned again, relishing the strange deeper rumble in his larger chest - more bestial, almost a growl…\n\nNo, no, it thought, this should stop, have to blend in, have to hide… but as the seams started to tear on Alex’s shirt, the bulkier frame within starting to tear out, it found that it couldn’t stop. Or didn’t want to. This felt too good, amazingly good, it never knew it, or humans, could feel this good…! How far could it reshape a human form, it had never dared try, always too drained by the struggle for mental control, but here, now, it wasn’t struggling for control, just struggling to entwine itself, to feel the blissful feelings, sink into them and enjoy what its host was teaching it…\n\n“…are you okay? You’re hurt, let me help…” came a voice from behind him; and as Alex turned his startled, changing head, he saw the red-scaled gargoyle with the white hair dropping into the alleyway.\n\nBrooklyn, it knew. Danger.\n\nConflicting responses rushed through both Alex and the creature. Panic and embarrassment at being caught in an intimate moment; panic and fear at being caught in a vulnerable moment; the confusion as the two similar thoughts clashed, almost merging but bouncing apart as the momentary gestalt sensation of synchronous pleasure fell away.\n\nYet it didn’t feel weak any more; the changes to its new host were like a breath of fresh air after almost suffocating, or a taste of fresh-baked bread in the midst of starvation. Alex’s mental images were of strength, power, desire… and so it felt stronger, more powerful, too…\n\nTheir response was instinctive and unanimous, Alex’s clawed hand lashing out toward the approaching gargoyle as if throwing something; and the goop subtly layered into his changing flesh spat itself out, a fine web of tendrils encasing the startled gargoyle before he could realise that this wasn’t an injured human bystander.\n\nAt the last moment, the gargoyle saw it coming, and tried to leap aside; a tendril snagged a claw, and he fell heavily to the ground, scrambling onto all fours to leap further away and out of reach, but the tendrils reacted fast, wrapping him like a blanket, pinning his wings and arms, holding him fast.\n\nAlex sensed the goo-creature’s surprise; it really was stronger, or perhaps it had weakened and injured the gargoyle more than it had realised. Either way, he wasn’t able to struggle free as easily this time.\n\nIt wanted to flee, quickly. Hide. The urge was strong.\n\nBut as Alex stood, balancing awkwardly with his shoes feeling far tighter than they should, and having to resist an urge to walk on tiptoe, there were…. Other urges that were starting to come to the fore.\n\nAlex cast a lecherous gaze over the young gargoyle, the lithe but well muscled body was hot. Through the goo-creature he could feel what the gargoyle’s skin was like, could sense his breathing and his heartbeat… the shape of his form, even under the loincloth that concealed his groin from view. He could even sense its memories of Brooklyn’s innermost thoughts, a strange, hostile intimacy that immediately overpowered many of the roiling fantasies that this strange creature’s playing with him had been prompting. He wondered what that maw might feel like on his changed shaft, how those claws and paws might feel rubbing over his changing body, wanted to feel the heat of the gargoyle’s tailhole enveloping him…\n\nIt recoiled from the thoughts, this was a dangerous enemy, to hide from! Or maybe, just maybe, to kill… what were these thoughts from his host?!\n\n“Whoever you are, fight it!” Brooklyn shouted, moments before quailing away from the strangely predatory gaze from this part-changed human. He tried again. “I fought it and beat it, it’s tough but you have to try! I have a friend, Eliza, she’ll know what to do…”\n\nThe goo-tendril had wrapped around Brooklyn’s snout and pulled it shut, muffling him, before it realised that it hadn’t been intending to do that; Alex’s thought had pushed it to move. It was startled; it seemed that cooperating had some… drawbacks. It took a lot of its mass and energy and focus to keep the strong gargoyle pinned, and that left its host… with a lot more influence than it had expected.\n\nAlex started to walk toward the prone gargoyle, and it tried to urge him not to, they had to incapacitate him and leave! It started to promise more, it’d change him more, however he wanted, as long as they left now… but, having entwined itself so closely in the throes of their brief bliss, it found that the strange thoughts of fucking were enticing. A gravity to them, taking effort to resist…\n\nAlex’s head filled with fantasy images; almost pushed towards it as if it were a question. Could the goo sink into Brooklyn too, control him, change him maybe?\n\nIt had already tried all of this. The gargoyle scales were harder for it to pierce; it couldn’t control two hosts at once; Brooklyn had already defeated it and knew how to fight it. This couldn’t work.\n\nBut the insistent fantasies were pushing it to think of new approaches, new directions, new opportunities. All that pleasure had come from… some sort of injector-organ. If the gargoyle’s hide were pierced some other way… and he didn’t exactly need to control two hosts… Even stranger new concepts flooded it. Training, corrupting, making the gargoyle want to help and even obey without the goo needing to be there, forcing him to do it all the time.\n\nAlmost shyly, confused, it shared its mental inventory of Brooklyn’s mind with Alex. Maybe it shouldn’t be trusting, this new host was… confusing. But felt so good, so right…\n\nBrooklyn was straight, that much was clear; the word meant little to it, other than that the gargoyle would fight back, which it already knew. But Brooklyn wanted things… community, exploration, a way to blend into this new human world and just live it, not to preserve ancient ways that had died out centuries ago. He wanted to ride motorcyles and dress in those strange protective clothes, smoke those tobacco sticks and travel this strange land. He liked…\n\nThe forming snout twisted in a slight grin. Brooklyn liked leather, a stray recollection the goo-creature picked up of the gargoyle having to adjust his loincloth trying on a biker jacket for the first time. So the gargoyle did have some… useful… desires…\n\nAlex’s cock bobbed as he walked, a little uncertainly, around the confused but increasingly frightened red gargoyle; in the air he could smell his new musk, smoky and leathery… perfect!\n\nHis cock throbbed as he got around behind the restrained Brooklyn, the sensation strange as the length of tendrils spooled back into his arm and slid under his flesh now that he was standing much closer. If he were bigger, stronger, he could restrain Brooklyn with his own two hands…\n\nThe thought was powerfully arousing, and he felt his shirt creak, then tear further as the changes started again, this time at his own bidding, the goo-creature compliant and even eager to feel where this might go. Strange bony protrusions caught in and then tore the cloth as the tips of forming wing-fingers started to emerge from his back, finally sending the shirt fluttering in pieces to the ground. His pants began to strain as a tail slowly slipped from the base of his spine, new bone being woven into place under the flesh; and once again it felt like his whole body were immersed in sexual fire!\n\nUnable to resist any longer, whole body quivering with the urgent need, he grabbed Brooklyn’s tail and pulled it upward, enjoying the feeling of it trying to writhe out of his, and the tendrils’, grip. He squatted behind the gargoyle, whose struggles increased as he realised what the aroused, changing creature was thinking; his flat cockhead pressed hard at the subtle cleft in the scales beneath Brooklyn’s tail, and pushed.\n\nBrooklyn’s muffled yells echoed around the alleyway as his tailhole started to give way, and admit the intruder. His tail thrashed, momentarily twisting free of Alex’s grip, and wrapped around the powerful arm, trying to constrict and push him away.\n\nAlex grunted with surprise as the sensation of the pulling on his changing arm as it inflated with powerful muscle, felt far too good, better than they should, almost like it was his dick being tugged! The goo-creature had halted its efforts to simply keep him on the edge, its focus was elsewhere; and he slid over the precipice of pleasure almost at once.\n\nHe started to emit a deep growl as he came, and the goo-tendrils quivered around the struggling Brooklyn as the goo-creature shared in his pleasure. Almost rushing back to entwine itself, pushing deeper, burying itself in his stream of consciousness to try and experience it more, viscerally and thrillingly..!\n\nFor a long confusing moment he, and it, grappled and struggled together, not for control but more a mental writhing in white hot bliss more intense than either could have expected.\n\nSharp clawtips slid from Alex’s shoes, and then the sole parted entirely from the shoe as large, clawed hindpaws burst through, muscular legs tearing the seams of pants and underpants, the wings starting to slip more fully formed into the open air from his back, as his changes lost their controlled edge and sped up, fuelled by and fuelling the mutual lust, increasingly bestial grunts and snarls emerging from the lengthening snout.\n\nThe goop wasn’t entirely incapacitated, though; its tendrils spend through Alex’s veins as he changed, through his prostate and testicles, letting itself be expelled into the red gargoyle’s vulnerable innards alongside a flood of cum.\n\nIt felt… good.\n\nThe pulses of orgasm faded; and he inwardly growled that that had better not be everything. He’d not done yet… he still wanted to give this hot creature a good fucking, and it wouldn’t be over until Brooklyn was begging for more…\n\nBut this time it didn’t entirely feel like it responded to the thought, and he… it… they, realised, that there… seemed to be fewer barriers now. Stuck together, enmeshed somehow, the boundaries increasingly unclear.\n\nIt was scary, new, for them both. But it felt astounding.\n\nHis body was more responsive now, more malleable, a greater level of awareness and control in himself now; he chose to remain hard, to push his organs to start refilling, to push on through, to make ready to breed. Properly. Like the monstrous creature he was blissfully becoming.\n\nWith a powerful claw, he grabbed at the restrained red gargoyle’s head, marvelling at how much bigger he’d become, he felt amazing and powerful and potent as he pulled Brooklyn back bodily, sinking the gargoyle onto his rock-hard member rather than moving himself an inch.\n\nBrooklyn grunted and groaned, muffled but sounding humiliated and defeated. Deep inside though, the tendrils began to spread out, seeking the analogs to the organs it…he… they were now more familiar with from their once-human source. Prodding and pressing, gradually pushing the protesting body into a response.\n\nAs Brooklyn’s shaft began to stir his muffled groans and yelps started to turn softer, more to confused whimpers, not understanding why his body was reacting this way as the large, burly gargoyle behind him shook off the increasingly scrappy clothing from his growing frame, and started to slowly thrust in and out of Brooklyn, not concerned with being gentle but more with finding a posture, a pace, that worked better for him as he changed, working towards his fulfilment.\n\nThe teenager grunted, gritted his teeth with each thrust of the shaft into his body. The intrusion felt bigger with each thrust, plunging his untouched depths. The goo and cum sliding around in his backside eased the journey somewhat, and the gargoyle was able to stuff more of himself inside with the lubrication – but this body was clearly not trained to take such an intrusion. The long, too-long shaft plunged within him and forced the delicate rim to stretch lewdly around it. Brooklyn let out an undignified, choked sob, before quickly muffling himself. This boy could take pain; he’d fought plenty of times to defend himself and his clan. No, these unbidden tears must have come from the overwhelm. There was just so much shaft shoved into those guts, and the medial ring hadn’t even pressed against that tailhole yet. The stretch of the rim, of that delicate flower of muscles around the entrance, that must have hurt, but Brooklyn’s true problem was that his body just didn’t know how to handle inch after inch of raw meat shoved into his ass. He panted with the exertion of it.\n\nThe goo sought new points of ingress to warp the gargoyle. They sought out Brooklyn's pleasure centers and pounded against those, and even as the gargoyle whimpered and cried, the goo could detect increasing levels of pheromonal arousal. The teenager couldn't help himself – Brooklyn was like an open book with the squeezes of his ass, and the unprompted spurts of precum onto the alley ground as his virginity was ripped away. Soon, Brooklyn would be ready to have his mouth untethered, to force him to make ungodly noises as the predator became the prey.\n\nBrooklyn whined and tried to claw his way towards the city lights at the end of the alley. The city was still bustling at that time of night. It caused problems when he was seen by humans, but that was an acceptable risk if he could squirm away. He reached for a dumpster, and tried to use it to leverage himself off the shaft. Maybe someone could see him, scream out, and force the creature away.\n\nAlex grabbed him firmly. He wrapped a second hand around the 19-year-old, pressing down on the wing to make his sleeve groan in pain, that tensing in his prey adding just the right amount of pressure on his cock. The medial ring slipped in and out, half of the mutant's growing length now slotted into his target. He forced the boy back, dragging him further into the darkness and away from those lights at the end of the alleyway.\n\nThe scent was getting stronger. The heady aroma of leather and smoke, a boiling inferno that overpowered the city air. The dull scents of food and grease and garbage got overpowered by a raw musk that hung thick in the air around Brook.\n\nThey needed more cum inside the boy. They needed to change him further, and they could intuit that if one dose of cum let them have such a major effect on Brooklyn's vulnerable parts, more could only intensify the effect. They immediately got to work, the goo ramping up production for a second load and Alex worked himself luxuriously into the red gargoyle. Alex slid his long shaft repeatedly into the kid's belly. He was impressed the whelp had managed to just keep to one sob from having all of this shoved inside him. That flat, flared head rearranging his guts had no magical qualities – Brooklyn's body would be reshaped with good old fashioned physical training.\n\nAlex roared in the alleyway, and it startled passersby at the far end of the blind alley who picked up their pace. He pumped another slurry of combined cum and goo into Brooklyn's guts. The muffled yelps, the squirming, the way that red tail writhed in the air as Brook tried to get away, all of it added to the soup of pleasure around his cock. Brooklyn crawled at the ground, desperately grabbing for bits of paper and loose pebbles, anything to try to get away from another load. The knot throbbed, still outside the boy's rim, as it fed cum into that backside. Veins pumped and balls churned. Wet slop, their combined goop fed into the walls and began its work.\n\nThey felt a thrill of taking, of stealing and reducing another being for their own whims. They gripped more tightly around the head, and they squeezed around Brooklyn's wing too. Both hands remained on his form now, to drag him backwards and make the proud gargoyle submit to his whims.\n\nThe tendrils of goop fed into Brooklyn's backside, now able to reach into his belly and even the base of his esophagus. The gargoyle felt overfull. The connection, the very light threading that could occur now that Brooklyn had been overfilled, granted the combined creature new data. They could feel some of Brooklyn's basic emotional state – that sad, helpless side that wanted to simply slump against the concrete and tune it all out. That bestial, animal side, that raged against the creature on his back, that wanted to be freed from this immediately! The horniness, the physical desires that were being directly, manipulatively pumped into him via massaging of his prostate. And the confusion that caused in the teenager, unsure of where these emotions were coming from or why he would feel good about this at all.\n\nThe duo felt the surge in power. They knew they could now reshape Brooklyn's body; they could alter his image, or at least ease the tension inside his body to make it easier to thrust into him. Every thrust was a battle, a war to stuff more into the boy from how tight that tailhole was. They chose not to change a thing. The red external form of the gargoyle was already perfect. Alex himself was now built upon it – an improvement, an evolution. It would have felt wrong to discard the original mold.\n\nBut so too were the internals so important to the whole. To relieve the pressure around his cock would have detracted from his own pleasure. He thrust roughly into Brooklyn, elicited another sob, just at the thought of making such a wrong choice. They could smell the fear on Brooklyn, the discontent. They could have changed that – could have altered the insides to be more pliable, to remove some of that pressure and pain. But that relief was something the gargoyle needed to earn. Once they’d added this creature to their collection – and they were sure, now, that it would be a collection, a vast and grand collection composed of all of Alex’s friends and anyone else he deemed worthy of tending to his needs – Brooklyn would have plenty of time to train.\n\nTo learn to slowly, agonizingly, spread his pucker over that flared cockhead.\n\nTo willingly grip his ass cheeks, and pry himself open as he sobbed.\n\nTo sink himself onto the knot, yelping, crying, looking with wide and broken eyes up at his new clan leader.\n\nTo be as hard as a rock the whole time. To do it of his own volition, to want it more than anything in the world. To identify with the act completely – of sheathing his daddy’s cock down his throat or into his backside.\n\nAlex could show him that path. As the tendrils reached into Brooklyn’s mind, they extended too into his intestines, his belly, his esophagus. They even tickled the back of his throat and made him gag, the goo freely pouring from the tip of Alex’s cock. They drowned the prostate, flowing freely into Brooklyn’s veins, to spread along his pleasure centers and set them alight. The goo didn’t remove the pain or alter Brooklyn’s already perfect form in any way. But it did tweak the receptors inside, the tiny cells on the villi, the broad surfaces of the intestinal epithelium, to crave his touch. Brooklyn’s throat gulped at nothing, at the empty space where a cock should have been, as these new desires for pressure were implanted into his body. His thoughts couldn’t be changed, but the raw needs of his body could be adjusted.\n\nBrooklyn rubbed his belly absently, distended with semen as it was. His cock jumped below him. It was like his own length's pleasure was directly tied to the stomach – just rubbing against it almost caused him to cum. He quickly released it, tempted to keep rubbing but knowing he'd be lost if he kept indulging these animal pleasures. He clutched at the ground to ground himself before slipping too far.\n\nAlex gave him no such relief. The goo hold on his mouth unleashed, finally allowing Brooklyn a chance to shout for help. His first shout was mangled as the beast shoved a thumb into his mouth, and ground a meaty pad along his gums. The goo-goyle's hand was large enough to clasp around Brooklyn's whole head now, to easily hold it while toying with his tongue and gums like this. He shoved the tongue down, even delicately, teasingly toyed with the edge of the tongue with his thumb claw.\n\nBrooklyn's smaller cock spurted onto the ground. Just a brush against his gums, of his vulnerable jaw, snapped an orgasm out of his balls. A second shout died in his throat, replaced by a mangled, confused moan. His body had never felt like this before. The thumb was so quickly taken away from his gums, and the moan transformed unwillingly into a whine as his orgasm quickly tapered off. No touch, no sensation. Like taking a hand off your cock just as it goes over the edge, ruining it. He panted, tried to get his mind back on track, but rough thrusting into his backside prevented him from focusing. The monster timed the thrusts to his breaths, jamming in and slamming the knot against his rim each time he was about to recover. Brooklyn's legs shook, his will crumbling.\n\nThe scent was inescapable now. So much musk came off the creature plowing into him, Brooklyn couldn't even smell the streets that he'd become so familiar with. Everything was that acrid smoke, the savoury musk of male that usually meant he needed to clean his loincloth. He coughed, eyes watering from that heady musk alone.\n\nAnd that’s when the tendrils started to convey their message. The goo reached into his mind, conveying Alex’s will into Brooklyn, tempting him. With each thrust, that dragged Brooklyn’s knees against the rough city floor, more images flooded into his mind. Impossible images of beasts, dragons, monsters sprawled out with their cocks displayed.\n\nImages of Alex’s new body from every possible angle: his wide tail, his broad wings, standing and smoking stoically as he gazed over the city. And Brooklyn beside him. Riding a motorcycle together, the red gargoyle clutching to his back. Brooklyn smoking a cigar for the first time, coughing, looking sheepish as he handed it back to his leader. The two fighting alongside each other, tossing enemies away with ease. Wrestling beasts to the ground, these horny monsters dominated, made to submit to Alex’s whims.\n\nAlex shared images of what it would look like to gaze up at the batlike visage, that ripped belly and chest all Brooklyn could feel as he choked himself on cock. The phantom sensation of the flare plunging into his throat, tapping into his stomach. He could feel… adoration. Crowds of women and men who thought Brooklyn was the coolest for having such a badass leader. Hordes of admirers who looked at them in their stone forms, with Brooklyn lodged onto Alex’s lap through the day, cum dribbling from his lips in a fountain. They didn’t point and laugh – they admired it. They looked at how much he was taking, and they commented on how brave and manly he must be to fit so much inside him. So many female gargoyles that wanted to take his eggs, to be his mate, and all because he’d shown how resilient he was at taking his leader’s cock.\n\nHe must have been so strong, to spend the whole day with a beast like that inside him. So confident, to sit with his legs spread open so everyone could witness their coupling.\n\nBrooklyn shook his head, trying to reject the thoughts being pumped into his brain. But every time the thumb brushed against his gums, or his wing got squeezed in a painful way, or the knot pounded against his rim, it became a little easier to believe in the lies. He even saw painted fantasies of his old clan congratulating him, Goliath shaking his hand and giving him permission to serve his new clan leader. Maybe some of the younger would follow his lead, try a new way to befriend and merge with humanity.\n\nAnd best of all, you’ll be hard the whole time. Loincloth always tented as you crave the next breeding. Sheepishly grinning as you flirt with the ladies, so confident as you burp up a load of my seed.\n\n“Please, stop…” Brooklyn whispered.\n\nDon’t you want human friends? To be admired by them? To learn to be a modern leader, from someone just as strong and cool as your… Goliath? I know everything there is about being human… I can share that with you. You can be stronger than either of us.\n\n“No…!”\n\nDon’t you want to cum?\n\nBrooklyn's tail twitched. “Nnn… I… no… no…!” he whimpered unconvincingly. But his body betrayed him. His tail wrapped tightly around Alex’s midsection, grasping him in a mating hug. He pulled the gargoyle closer, holding onto the beast like a liferaft in a stormy ocean. Brooklyn's toes curled, and he weakly shoved himself against his leader's knot.\n\nThey grinned. This would work. A few nights of this, with unlimited stamina, and they'd have the teenager completely broken. It helped that the goo could feed upon the youth's vitality, both of them stronger when plunged into this gargoyle. Alexander ground his knot against the opening, against that delicate rim. He spoke, his voice a low, booming growl. “Tell me what you want, pup.”\n\nBrooklyn shuddered. He wriggled back against the knot, wanted it to just shove inside already. He needed it inside to stay sane – the tension on the rim boiled his mind in a sea of pain and unnatural pleasure. Just pop it in, just shove against that new, inner button that this beast had discovered in him. But every time his weak thrusts got close to getting Alex's knot to pop inside.\n\n“Tell me.”\n\n“Please don’t…!”\n\nHis head was yanked back, that knot grinding against his rim like a mortar and pestle. “Tell me!”\n\nBrooklyn sobbed, panting, claws dug into the concrete. It was an ugly cry, shuddering as he plied himself back. “To cum! Please let me cum!” he pleaded pathetically.\n\nAlex laughs, deep and dark like the shadows of the night. The goo feels so close now, so intertwined with his mind. The distance between the two is so thin, a leaky membrane only barely holding back a dam. That slime has so deeply intertwined with his mind, high on the acts of pleasure, that it feels like just one more shove could destroy them both. The two of them approach that precipice together, huffing, grinding against their prey.\n\nThe goo and the human leapt together. They destroyed the boundary willingly, and slammed in their knot. He roared his pleasure to the night, as loud and clear as a jet engine, shaking the broad skyscrapers of the city. He ferally humped into that tight backside, twisting his knot in Brooklyn’s depths, as his new knot throbbed within those confines. Rich, corruptive seed flooded into the red gargoyle; Alex’s over productive balls tensed, squeezed together to push the freshest cum-goo deep into the kid’s body. His hands gripped too tightly, hurting the gargoyle beneath him, making him squeal as the elder seeds every remaining, virginal inch within him.\n\nBrooklyn came all over the ground like the weak little gargoyle he is. He coughed up cum as it blasted through him, bulging out his throat and slamming down on his tongue. Alex blasted the teenager’s mind with his desire, flooded it with visions of him as the leader, as the daddy, as the commander that Brook must obey. They weren’t necessary: Brooklyn was already heaving and defeated, panting, eyes watering from exertion as the fight leaves his body. He could feel the course of his life changing, his dreams and ambitions shattered as he could only think of the massive cock breeding him in this dank alleyway.\n\nAlex sat back, and the knot dragged Brooklyn onto his lap. Alex’s strength meant he could crouch with Brooklyn’s full weight hanging on his cock, wrapping his arms around the gargoyle’s midsection to support him. The boy whimpered and his tears flowed as freely as his drooling cum onto the ground. The knot inside him ground out the semen like glue squeezed from a bottle, splattering wasted onto the pavement.\n\n“Please let me go home…” he whimpered as he sat on Alex’s lap. He thought of his home, his family, his… his prior leader. He couldn’t bare to face Goliath like this. It wouldn’t feel right anymore. Alex was so powerful, so overwhelming… Until he grew stronger, he would have to obey the whims of his new leader. Couldn’t bear the shame of his old friends seeing him in such a diminished state – and yet, he wanted nothing more than to see them again, just to be held by them, to make this night go away. His hindpaws cupped around the sack producing all the semen pumping into him. He didn’t mean to, but it just felt natural to perch on them like the ledge of a building, to feel them pumping another load into him. The balls feel so warm compared to the cold ground of New York. He hiccupped, and cum bubbled out of his nose and his beak.\n\nThe gargoyle grinned, petting over his prize’s cum inflated belly and making him shudder and whine. “No.” It was still early in the evening. And Brooklyn… the Brooklyn his old clan knew? 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New York stays open late: a welcome change of pace.\n\nWith a few paces down a side street, he suddenly found himself alone, the surroundings as quiet as the city gets; a welcome relief from the constant noise. It’s that momentary stillness that let him hear it, though - a sound like stones clattering on the rooftops, some metallic clanking, a noise that sounded like a shout - or maybe a dog barking? He couldn’t interpret the sounds immediately, nor even tell their direction amidst the echoes from the surrounding buildings. He looked around, glancing up and down the street, then upwards in case-\n\nSplat!\n\nA heavy fistful of a black, tarry substance that smelled faintly of ash hit the back of his head and his shoulder as he turned, not having seen it coming at him at all. Yelling a loud expletive, he cringed in disgust, and picked up the pace. Maybe it’s time to hurry back to the hotel after all, and experience the city some other night!\n\nWithin a very few paces though, he could feel it spreading - not the inanimate motion of a thick liquid flowing, but something more like an animal slithering; his disgust turned quickly to panic, what was lurking in this stuff?! He started trying to scrape it off hurriedly, stopping his near-jog and ducking off the smaller street into a side alley to try and get this stuff off him.\n\nIt was burning his skin somehow too!\n\n…But his fingers seemed unable to scrape at it much, in fact he seemed to be scraping his own skin more than the goo, and doing little more than coating his fingers in the stuff. But as he withdrew his fingers to try and inspect the stuff more closely, his fingernails looked much sharper, the fingers longer than his brain said they should be. Unbidden, and despite the disgust, all the temporarily forgotten fantasies about goo-creatures and transformation were back in the forefront of Alex’s mind, surging with sudden confused, fantastical hope as he scraped at the goo on his hand to find his skin stained an off-blue colour, and feeling strange, thick… leathery…\n\nAnd then, he realised, he could feel… It.\n\n******************************************************************\n\nDeep inside his head, almost like a stray thought of his own, Alex sensed its short life had been hard. It had no name; it just wanted to try and hide, and it was desperate, weak, ailing. Humans were not its preferred hosts; the mental image of a stocky, powerful gargoyle flashed through its, and thus Alex’s, thoughts. Relaxing, like a thought of home. It was a creature without a form of its own, and it needed to borrow another body to live. A gargoyle body was what it needed; but a human would, just about, do, like meagre gruel to avert starvation.\n\nWithin seconds the thoughts were almost a suffocating, cloying, paralysing force that prevented Alex forming any intent, any plan; and he senses that it wants to control him. Maybe just for a while; maybe just until it’s healed. But it expects a fight, it knows how to fight this internal battle for control, having done so many times before.\n\nPush through a tactile, and pheromonal, mush of sensations to confuse and disorient for a few crucial moments. Pierce the skin, make for the heart, let the blood spread its essence quickly through the body, all the faster when the terrified host’s bloodstream filled with epinephrine; push through the blood-brain barrier, reinforce its control, build defences, and try to weather the storm of its host’s mental struggles.\n\nBut Alex also sensed… confusion, from it. No host had ever had even a hint of a positive reaction, before… no interest in the changes wrought by its merging with them, no wonder at what the sensations might be. Perhaps the smooth head, the lack of that obstructing hair, had made its contact with him easier, given him less time to panic and fight back… but no, it could sense that wasn’t it, at least not all of it.\n\nSuddenly it had an option. A path of least resistance; not something it had encountered before. It was suddenly out of its depth - was this a good idea? Perhaps it shouldn’t change a strategy that had worked so often.\n\nBut it was weakened, in danger, desperate. Maybe this was… what it needed. It wanted hope, it wanted to be hidden; maybe a human less willing to fight - maybe even willing to comply without a fight! - could be its saviour.\n\nThe image floods Alex’s mind, a specific gargoyle; slim but powerfully built, red scaled and white-haired, clad only in a loincloth. 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It was still hard to think… a single frontal cortex was a poor piece of hardware for two consciousnesses, but there were a lot of potent desires starting to bubble in Alex’s reptillian hindbrain; an area that the goo-creature never liked to inhabit, sensing that the subconscious desires within were something primal, icky, beneath it somehow. It just preferred to ignore it all…\n\nAlex formed a want; hazy, testing the waters, scarcely believing any of this was happening - some dickhead must’ve just served him magic mushrooms on a pizza as a joke, or something - but still, why not go with the flow for now..?\n\nHe reached up, grabbing a fistful of the gelatinous mass that still sat on his shoulder, trying to push itself through his clothes. Now that he was asking for it to cooperate, and the creature was asking the same of him, he found it easy to scoop up a lump of the mass; he sensed its discomfort as a linking tendril was stretched thin when Alex pulled his handful away from the main mass.\n\nIt didn’t quite know what he intended, didn't understand the mental images; it was out of its depth. Alex hardly did himself either, as he pulled open the waistband of his pants and underwear, and upended the goop onto his already tumescent groin, groping himself and rubbing it into his flesh, wondering how much it might change him.\n\nHe could live with it if it’s just a coat of scales that might form, but what if it was more..? The mental image it had pushed at him, the white haired gargoyle, reminded him of his own similar persona, maybe he could have a cock like that… be like that, even..! It was.. All of it was… a hot idea…\n\nAs the burning sensation started on his shaft and balls as well - the sensitive skin magnifying the painful feeling - he started wondering if he should regret it. But he tried to push through it…when would a chance like this happen again, after all?!\n\nIt felt unsure what its host was doing; but there was such a richness of blood vessels in that area, it was so much easier to penetrate the body. And such a richness of nerve endings that the sensation was almost incapacitating for the host. But for all that this might be useful to know in future, it didn’t understand why its new host would be doing this to himself.\n\nBut the mental images it could sense were strong and clear; of something other than the organ that already lay between the human’s legs, something larger and more bestial, more sensitive, more… appealing?\n\nThe primal feeling of attraction to the thought was alien to this alien creature, but the feeling of pleasure, anticipation, from these thoughts of strange, bestial, even feral creatures that flashed through its host’s mind was clear. This was something quite novel to it.\n\nIt began to feel ever more uncomfortable, hot, strangely… desirous of something, some primal need leaking from its host. Something that did make it curious… Perhaps it should have explored this subconscious aspect of humans more often. But perhaps it wouldn’t have been able to interpret this without a cooperative host like this.\n\nIt flowed more around Alex’s head as the human clutched at his burning, aching crotch, grunting in discomfort and wondering if his idea had been such a good one after all. It pushed one tendril gently over the upper lip, under the nose; maybe it could try something subtler from pheromones, too? It had had to experiment with those at first, and gotten some strange and mixed reactions at times, but…\n\nAlex’s nostrils filled with a strange melange of scents, before finally settling into something more like… tobacco smoke, and old leather. Something that made him feel hornier, starting to tip that burning pain into something more like… pleasurable anticipation… he wondered what the creature might change him into, possibilities and mental images of past scalesonas flooded his lust-addled head.\n\nThe creature… seemed scared, though. It wasn’t intended for humans, of course; simply to survive in a human host, it had to cause some alterations, add in some magickal strand that it could feed from, hence the changes that Alex had started to experience. But too much meant it couldn’t hide any more, and that was lethally dangerous to it.\n\nIt didn’t… want to keep changing Alex, but…\n\nIt sensed Alex’s fixation, at least on the image of the larger, meatier, monstrous organ that had led Alex to rub it over his shaft, and sensed that it would need to give him something, this at least… but it would need to bargain, compromise. Yes… when its host regained his senses…\n\nAnd so it pushed in; connected with itself inside Alex’s body; and began something new - trying to make specific changes, localised, but more extreme than it had dared try before. Maybe it could even…\n\nIt tried shifting its approach, trying to stop its aggressive sloughing off of the outer skin, and the layering of the lower layers of skin into thicker, leathery keratinous hide and scale, stopped simply bombarding nerve endings with chaotic sensation and tried something more modulated, slower…\n\nAlex gave a gasp of relief as the burning sensations started to ease, a feeling more like a vigorous massage, a gentler touch rather than a chemical injury. His changed hands stayed groping, a little feebly, at his shaft; he felt desperate for more, but the newly unfamiliar structure, the feeling of trying to jointly control his body with another presence inhabiting him, was becoming too confusing, his motions lacked coordination and coherence…\n\nIt sensed his desire though, the mental image of hands pumping at his length, the primal stab of desire for something amazing to happen… and, curious, sensing that this might be some powerful new avenue for manipulating humans in future, it began to stretch itself, shake itself and rub, along the length, trying at first to aid Alex’s fumbling stimulations, but quickly sensing his pleasure or discomfort at particular motions and narrowing in on those that felt good…\n\nAlex groaned, dropping to all fours now as the goop wrapped around his shaft and started gently rubbing, teasing, exploring him. The sensations and the need were already overwhelming but he didn’t want to cum so quickly, this had barely started… it’d better have barely started, anyway!\n\nFor it, this was a new sensation; their mental connection was tenuous and loose, as it warily circled a host who it remained unsure of the intentions of. But its biology was not made with the capacity for sexual pleasure, it had not even tried using any part of its hosts like this, considering such things to be primal, animal urges, beneath it.\n\nBut now, pushed into it reluctantly as part of this unexpected bargain, this was… good.\n\nIt could sense Alex’s body on a level Alex himself was unaware of; could feel the pulsing muscles in his abdomen, the faint electrical disturbance as nerve signals bounced around between organs, responding to the pumping of his cock; it had little idea what would happen when those signals reached a crescendo but it could sense that they were doing just that, and could sense from Alex’s thoughts that it was what the human craved feeling, the source of that primal desire.\n\nSo it… didn’t want to just allow that quite so straightforwardly, it wanted to experience this new, pleasurable sensation. It dampened the nerve impulses, prodded and disrupted the muscle fluctuations… slowed the progression, stopping when it sensed discomfort, it didn’t want to stop, just… prolong. Its motions along the shaft slowed, too, and it let itself work the changes, even the more painful elements, a little more quickly, disguising it less. The peak stayed resolutely at bay, within easy reach, teasing…\n\nIts thoughts nestled ever closer to Alex’s, its own forming intentions flowing more freely into its host. Its desire for exploration, its surprise, the novelty of finding not simply a host willing not to fight, but a host willing to teach it all these… new things, new feelings, new approaches.\n\nIt was scared of where all this might lead, but it was too caught up in the moment to resist trying for… just a little more… Alex’s thoughts increasingly flowed back into it as well, and this too was a novelty for it. It had never tried to experience a host before, just trap and observe; it was far more confusing to it now than it had expected.\n\nAlex could feel as the skin on his cock loosened and pulled back, exposing a thicker length with an increasing swelling near the base, around which the skin tightened delightfully then slid behind, to form a scaly sheath; the tip flared out into a flatter head, something more like a horse’s, growing in length as the corrupting goop slowly slid into it, the alien creature feeling the pleasure almost as intensely as Alex himself…his balls swelled, hair follicles falling empty and filling in with scale as his scrotum sagged lower under the weightier contents.\n\nAlex grunted with pleasure, the new larger organ giving so much more raw area for sensation, the goo still on the surface turning to a delightful lubricant as he tried to grope at himself again, pushing through the confusing fug of shared-sensation-thought, but finding the layer of goop was thick enough to dampen the sensation of stroking himself…\n\nHe reached up instead to his ears, his nose, his forearms, rubbing at the other subtly changing parts of his body. He could sense how the creature had tried to make the sensations more pleasing, less painful, and it was working, his whole upper body was thrumming with pleasurable sensations, which were spreading as the goop slid gradually down his legs to his feet. He could feel the points of sharper teeth in his mouth, the strange pain of a forming horn poking his scalp from the inside, the point that his ear had started to form into. Was his face more stretched out than before..?\n\nMore.\n\nIt had intended to stop here, to give the human this one thing he wanted, that was the bargain wasn’t it? It was time to go, to hide away, to work out what to do next. Maybe it could even stay around this human, if he was a willing assistant, perhaps there were new paths open that were never there before…\n\nBut the closer it wrung itself into Alex’s increasingly lust-driven thoughts, the less clear it became what it should be doing. They both wanted, needed, this…\n\nBut it would be hard to hide! Impossible! Dangerous! But it would feel so good…\n\nIts control slipped, or perhaps it succumbed to temptation leaking from Alex; and Alex’s upper body started to expand. With the way his nerve endings were being carefully modulated, it felt strangely like his whole torso was getting erect, like his growing muscles and new skin were as tender and sensitive and pleasing as his cockhead felt..!\n\nMore, his reptilian hindbrain urged. Bigger muscles, thicker scales, a long tail, horns, meaty paws and sharp claws, yessss…He grunted in pleasure, then more deliberately grunted and groaned again, relishing the strange deeper rumble in his larger chest - more bestial, almost a growl…\n\nNo, no, it thought, this should stop, have to blend in, have to hide… but as the seams started to tear on Alex’s shirt, the bulkier frame within starting to tear out, it found that it couldn’t stop. Or didn’t want to. This felt too good, amazingly good, it never knew it, or humans, could feel this good…! How far could it reshape a human form, it had never dared try, always too drained by the struggle for mental control, but here, now, it wasn’t struggling for control, just struggling to entwine itself, to feel the blissful feelings, sink into them and enjoy what its host was teaching it…\n\n“…are you okay? You’re hurt, let me help…” came a voice from behind him; and as Alex turned his startled, changing head, he saw the red-scaled gargoyle with the white hair dropping into the alleyway.\n\nBrooklyn, it knew. Danger.\n\nConflicting responses rushed through both Alex and the creature. Panic and embarrassment at being caught in an intimate moment; panic and fear at being caught in a vulnerable moment; the confusion as the two similar thoughts clashed, almost merging but bouncing apart as the momentary gestalt sensation of synchronous pleasure fell away.\n\nYet it didn’t feel weak any more; the changes to its new host were like a breath of fresh air after almost suffocating, or a taste of fresh-baked bread in the midst of starvation. Alex’s mental images were of strength, power, desire… and so it felt stronger, more powerful, too…\n\nTheir response was instinctive and unanimous, Alex’s clawed hand lashing out toward the approaching gargoyle as if throwing something; and the goop subtly layered into his changing flesh spat itself out, a fine web of tendrils encasing the startled gargoyle before he could realise that this wasn’t an injured human bystander.\n\nAt the last moment, the gargoyle saw it coming, and tried to leap aside; a tendril snagged a claw, and he fell heavily to the ground, scrambling onto all fours to leap further away and out of reach, but the tendrils reacted fast, wrapping him like a blanket, pinning his wings and arms, holding him fast.\n\nAlex sensed the goo-creature’s surprise; it really was stronger, or perhaps it had weakened and injured the gargoyle more than it had realised. Either way, he wasn’t able to struggle free as easily this time.\n\nIt wanted to flee, quickly. Hide. The urge was strong.\n\nBut as Alex stood, balancing awkwardly with his shoes feeling far tighter than they should, and having to resist an urge to walk on tiptoe, there were…. Other urges that were starting to come to the fore.\n\nAlex cast a lecherous gaze over the young gargoyle, the lithe but well muscled body was hot. Through the goo-creature he could feel what the gargoyle’s skin was like, could sense his breathing and his heartbeat… the shape of his form, even under the loincloth that concealed his groin from view. He could even sense its memories of Brooklyn’s innermost thoughts, a strange, hostile intimacy that immediately overpowered many of the roiling fantasies that this strange creature’s playing with him had been prompting. He wondered what that maw might feel like on his changed shaft, how those claws and paws might feel rubbing over his changing body, wanted to feel the heat of the gargoyle’s tailhole enveloping him…\n\nIt recoiled from the thoughts, this was a dangerous enemy, to hide from! Or maybe, just maybe, to kill… what were these thoughts from his host?!\n\n“Whoever you are, fight it!” Brooklyn shouted, moments before quailing away from the strangely predatory gaze from this part-changed human. He tried again. “I fought it and beat it, it’s tough but you have to try! I have a friend, Eliza, she’ll know what to do…”\n\nThe goo-tendril had wrapped around Brooklyn’s snout and pulled it shut, muffling him, before it realised that it hadn’t been intending to do that; Alex’s thought had pushed it to move. It was startled; it seemed that cooperating had some… drawbacks. It took a lot of its mass and energy and focus to keep the strong gargoyle pinned, and that left its host… with a lot more influence than it had expected.\n\nAlex started to walk toward the prone gargoyle, and it tried to urge him not to, they had to incapacitate him and leave! It started to promise more, it’d change him more, however he wanted, as long as they left now… but, having entwined itself so closely in the throes of their brief bliss, it found that the strange thoughts of fucking were enticing. A gravity to them, taking effort to resist…\n\nAlex’s head filled with fantasy images; almost pushed towards it as if it were a question. Could the goo sink into Brooklyn too, control him, change him maybe?\n\nIt had already tried all of this. The gargoyle scales were harder for it to pierce; it couldn’t control two hosts at once; Brooklyn had already defeated it and knew how to fight it. This couldn’t work.\n\nBut the insistent fantasies were pushing it to think of new approaches, new directions, new opportunities. All that pleasure had come from… some sort of injector-organ. If the gargoyle’s hide were pierced some other way… and he didn’t exactly need to control two hosts… Even stranger new concepts flooded it. Training, corrupting, making the gargoyle want to help and even obey without the goo needing to be there, forcing him to do it all the time.\n\nAlmost shyly, confused, it shared its mental inventory of Brooklyn’s mind with Alex. Maybe it shouldn’t be trusting, this new host was… confusing. But felt so good, so right…\n\nBrooklyn was straight, that much was clear; the word meant little to it, other than that the gargoyle would fight back, which it already knew. But Brooklyn wanted things… community, exploration, a way to blend into this new human world and just live it, not to preserve ancient ways that had died out centuries ago. He wanted to ride motorcyles and dress in those strange protective clothes, smoke those tobacco sticks and travel this strange land. He liked…\n\nThe forming snout twisted in a slight grin. Brooklyn liked leather, a stray recollection the goo-creature picked up of the gargoyle having to adjust his loincloth trying on a biker jacket for the first time. So the gargoyle did have some… useful… desires…\n\nAlex’s cock bobbed as he walked, a little uncertainly, around the confused but increasingly frightened red gargoyle; in the air he could smell his new musk, smoky and leathery… perfect!\n\nHis cock throbbed as he got around behind the restrained Brooklyn, the sensation strange as the length of tendrils spooled back into his arm and slid under his flesh now that he was standing much closer. If he were bigger, stronger, he could restrain Brooklyn with his own two hands…\n\nThe thought was powerfully arousing, and he felt his shirt creak, then tear further as the changes started again, this time at his own bidding, the goo-creature compliant and even eager to feel where this might go. Strange bony protrusions caught in and then tore the cloth as the tips of forming wing-fingers started to emerge from his back, finally sending the shirt fluttering in pieces to the ground. His pants began to strain as a tail slowly slipped from the base of his spine, new bone being woven into place under the flesh; and once again it felt like his whole body were immersed in sexual fire!\n\nUnable to resist any longer, whole body quivering with the urgent need, he grabbed Brooklyn’s tail and pulled it upward, enjoying the feeling of it trying to writhe out of his, and the tendrils’, grip. He squatted behind the gargoyle, whose struggles increased as he realised what the aroused, changing creature was thinking; his flat cockhead pressed hard at the subtle cleft in the scales beneath Brooklyn’s tail, and pushed.\n\nBrooklyn’s muffled yells echoed around the alleyway as his tailhole started to give way, and admit the intruder. His tail thrashed, momentarily twisting free of Alex’s grip, and wrapped around the powerful arm, trying to constrict and push him away.\n\nAlex grunted with surprise as the sensation of the pulling on his changing arm as it inflated with powerful muscle, felt far too good, better than they should, almost like it was his dick being tugged! The goo-creature had halted its efforts to simply keep him on the edge, its focus was elsewhere; and he slid over the precipice of pleasure almost at once.\n\nHe started to emit a deep growl as he came, and the goo-tendrils quivered around the struggling Brooklyn as the goo-creature shared in his pleasure. Almost rushing back to entwine itself, pushing deeper, burying itself in his stream of consciousness to try and experience it more, viscerally and thrillingly..!\n\nFor a long confusing moment he, and it, grappled and struggled together, not for control but more a mental writhing in white hot bliss more intense than either could have expected.\n\nSharp clawtips slid from Alex’s shoes, and then the sole parted entirely from the shoe as large, clawed hindpaws burst through, muscular legs tearing the seams of pants and underpants, the wings starting to slip more fully formed into the open air from his back, as his changes lost their controlled edge and sped up, fuelled by and fuelling the mutual lust, increasingly bestial grunts and snarls emerging from the lengthening snout.\n\nThe goop wasn’t entirely incapacitated, though; its tendrils spend through Alex’s veins as he changed, through his prostate and testicles, letting itself be expelled into the red gargoyle’s vulnerable innards alongside a flood of cum.\n\nIt felt… good.\n\nThe pulses of orgasm faded; and he inwardly growled that that had better not be everything. He’d not done yet… he still wanted to give this hot creature a good fucking, and it wouldn’t be over until Brooklyn was begging for more…\n\nBut this time it didn’t entirely feel like it responded to the thought, and he… it… they, realised, that there… seemed to be fewer barriers now. Stuck together, enmeshed somehow, the boundaries increasingly unclear.\n\nIt was scary, new, for them both. But it felt astounding.\n\nHis body was more responsive now, more malleable, a greater level of awareness and control in himself now; he chose to remain hard, to push his organs to start refilling, to push on through, to make ready to breed. Properly. Like the monstrous creature he was blissfully becoming.\n\nWith a powerful claw, he grabbed at the restrained red gargoyle’s head, marvelling at how much bigger he’d become, he felt amazing and powerful and potent as he pulled Brooklyn back bodily, sinking the gargoyle onto his rock-hard member rather than moving himself an inch.\n\nBrooklyn grunted and groaned, muffled but sounding humiliated and defeated. Deep inside though, the tendrils began to spread out, seeking the analogs to the organs it…he… they were now more familiar with from their once-human source. Prodding and pressing, gradually pushing the protesting body into a response.\n\nAs Brooklyn’s shaft began to stir his muffled groans and yelps started to turn softer, more to confused whimpers, not understanding why his body was reacting this way as the large, burly gargoyle behind him shook off the increasingly scrappy clothing from his growing frame, and started to slowly thrust in and out of Brooklyn, not concerned with being gentle but more with finding a posture, a pace, that worked better for him as he changed, working towards his fulfilment.\n\nThe teenager grunted, gritted his teeth with each thrust of the shaft into his body. The intrusion felt bigger with each thrust, plunging his untouched depths. The goo and cum sliding around in his backside eased the journey somewhat, and the gargoyle was able to stuff more of himself inside with the lubrication – but this body was clearly not trained to take such an intrusion. The long, too-long shaft plunged within him and forced the delicate rim to stretch lewdly around it. Brooklyn let out an undignified, choked sob, before quickly muffling himself. This boy could take pain; he’d fought plenty of times to defend himself and his clan. No, these unbidden tears must have come from the overwhelm. There was just so much shaft shoved into those guts, and the medial ring hadn’t even pressed against that tailhole yet. The stretch of the rim, of that delicate flower of muscles around the entrance, that must have hurt, but Brooklyn’s true problem was that his body just didn’t know how to handle inch after inch of raw meat shoved into his ass. He panted with the exertion of it.\n\nThe goo sought new points of ingress to warp the gargoyle. They sought out Brooklyn's pleasure centers and pounded against those, and even as the gargoyle whimpered and cried, the goo could detect increasing levels of pheromonal arousal. The teenager couldn't help himself – Brooklyn was like an open book with the squeezes of his ass, and the unprompted spurts of precum onto the alley ground as his virginity was ripped away. Soon, Brooklyn would be ready to have his mouth untethered, to force him to make ungodly noises as the predator became the prey.\n\nBrooklyn whined and tried to claw his way towards the city lights at the end of the alley. The city was still bustling at that time of night. It caused problems when he was seen by humans, but that was an acceptable risk if he could squirm away. He reached for a dumpster, and tried to use it to leverage himself off the shaft. Maybe someone could see him, scream out, and force the creature away.\n\nAlex grabbed him firmly. He wrapped a second hand around the 19-year-old, pressing down on the wing to make his sleeve groan in pain, that tensing in his prey adding just the right amount of pressure on his cock. The medial ring slipped in and out, half of the mutant's growing length now slotted into his target. He forced the boy back, dragging him further into the darkness and away from those lights at the end of the alleyway.\n\nThe scent was getting stronger. The heady aroma of leather and smoke, a boiling inferno that overpowered the city air. The dull scents of food and grease and garbage got overpowered by a raw musk that hung thick in the air around Brook.\n\nThey needed more cum inside the boy. They needed to change him further, and they could intuit that if one dose of cum let them have such a major effect on Brooklyn's vulnerable parts, more could only intensify the effect. They immediately got to work, the goo ramping up production for a second load and Alex worked himself luxuriously into the red gargoyle. Alex slid his long shaft repeatedly into the kid's belly. He was impressed the whelp had managed to just keep to one sob from having all of this shoved inside him. That flat, flared head rearranging his guts had no magical qualities – Brooklyn's body would be reshaped with good old fashioned physical training.\n\nAlex roared in the alleyway, and it startled passersby at the far end of the blind alley who picked up their pace. He pumped another slurry of combined cum and goo into Brooklyn's guts. The muffled yelps, the squirming, the way that red tail writhed in the air as Brook tried to get away, all of it added to the soup of pleasure around his cock. Brooklyn crawled at the ground, desperately grabbing for bits of paper and loose pebbles, anything to try to get away from another load. The knot throbbed, still outside the boy's rim, as it fed cum into that backside. Veins pumped and balls churned. Wet slop, their combined goop fed into the walls and began its work.\n\nThey felt a thrill of taking, of stealing and reducing another being for their own whims. They gripped more tightly around the head, and they squeezed around Brooklyn's wing too. Both hands remained on his form now, to drag him backwards and make the proud gargoyle submit to his whims.\n\nThe tendrils of goop fed into Brooklyn's backside, now able to reach into his belly and even the base of his esophagus. The gargoyle felt overfull. The connection, the very light threading that could occur now that Brooklyn had been overfilled, granted the combined creature new data. They could feel some of Brooklyn's basic emotional state – that sad, helpless side that wanted to simply slump against the concrete and tune it all out. That bestial, animal side, that raged against the creature on his back, that wanted to be freed from this immediately! The horniness, the physical desires that were being directly, manipulatively pumped into him via massaging of his prostate. And the confusion that caused in the teenager, unsure of where these emotions were coming from or why he would feel good about this at all.\n\nThe duo felt the surge in power. They knew they could now reshape Brooklyn's body; they could alter his image, or at least ease the tension inside his body to make it easier to thrust into him. Every thrust was a battle, a war to stuff more into the boy from how tight that tailhole was. They chose not to change a thing. The red external form of the gargoyle was already perfect. Alex himself was now built upon it – an improvement, an evolution. It would have felt wrong to discard the original mold.\n\nBut so too were the internals so important to the whole. To relieve the pressure around his cock would have detracted from his own pleasure. He thrust roughly into Brooklyn, elicited another sob, just at the thought of making such a wrong choice. They could smell the fear on Brooklyn, the discontent. They could have changed that – could have altered the insides to be more pliable, to remove some of that pressure and pain. But that relief was something the gargoyle needed to earn. Once they’d added this creature to their collection – and they were sure, now, that it would be a collection, a vast and grand collection composed of all of Alex’s friends and anyone else he deemed worthy of tending to his needs – Brooklyn would have plenty of time to train.\n\nTo learn to slowly, agonizingly, spread his pucker over that flared cockhead.\n\nTo willingly grip his ass cheeks, and pry himself open as he sobbed.\n\nTo sink himself onto the knot, yelping, crying, looking with wide and broken eyes up at his new clan leader.\n\nTo be as hard as a rock the whole time. To do it of his own volition, to want it more than anything in the world. To identify with the act completely – of sheathing his daddy’s cock down his throat or into his backside.\n\nAlex could show him that path. As the tendrils reached into Brooklyn’s mind, they extended too into his intestines, his belly, his esophagus. They even tickled the back of his throat and made him gag, the goo freely pouring from the tip of Alex’s cock. They drowned the prostate, flowing freely into Brooklyn’s veins, to spread along his pleasure centers and set them alight. The goo didn’t remove the pain or alter Brooklyn’s already perfect form in any way. But it did tweak the receptors inside, the tiny cells on the villi, the broad surfaces of the intestinal epithelium, to crave his touch. Brooklyn’s throat gulped at nothing, at the empty space where a cock should have been, as these new desires for pressure were implanted into his body. His thoughts couldn’t be changed, but the raw needs of his body could be adjusted.\n\nBrooklyn rubbed his belly absently, distended with semen as it was. His cock jumped below him. It was like his own length's pleasure was directly tied to the stomach – just rubbing against it almost caused him to cum. He quickly released it, tempted to keep rubbing but knowing he'd be lost if he kept indulging these animal pleasures. He clutched at the ground to ground himself before slipping too far.\n\nAlex gave him no such relief. The goo hold on his mouth unleashed, finally allowing Brooklyn a chance to shout for help. His first shout was mangled as the beast shoved a thumb into his mouth, and ground a meaty pad along his gums. The goo-goyle's hand was large enough to clasp around Brooklyn's whole head now, to easily hold it while toying with his tongue and gums like this. He shoved the tongue down, even delicately, teasingly toyed with the edge of the tongue with his thumb claw.\n\nBrooklyn's smaller cock spurted onto the ground. Just a brush against his gums, of his vulnerable jaw, snapped an orgasm out of his balls. A second shout died in his throat, replaced by a mangled, confused moan. His body had never felt like this before. The thumb was so quickly taken away from his gums, and the moan transformed unwillingly into a whine as his orgasm quickly tapered off. No touch, no sensation. Like taking a hand off your cock just as it goes over the edge, ruining it. He panted, tried to get his mind back on track, but rough thrusting into his backside prevented him from focusing. The monster timed the thrusts to his breaths, jamming in and slamming the knot against his rim each time he was about to recover. Brooklyn's legs shook, his will crumbling.\n\nThe scent was inescapable now. So much musk came off the creature plowing into him, Brooklyn couldn't even smell the streets that he'd become so familiar with. Everything was that acrid smoke, the savoury musk of male that usually meant he needed to clean his loincloth. He coughed, eyes watering from that heady musk alone.\n\nAnd that’s when the tendrils started to convey their message. The goo reached into his mind, conveying Alex’s will into Brooklyn, tempting him. With each thrust, that dragged Brooklyn’s knees against the rough city floor, more images flooded into his mind. Impossible images of beasts, dragons, monsters sprawled out with their cocks displayed.\n\nImages of Alex’s new body from every possible angle: his wide tail, his broad wings, standing and smoking stoically as he gazed over the city. And Brooklyn beside him. Riding a motorcycle together, the red gargoyle clutching to his back. Brooklyn smoking a cigar for the first time, coughing, looking sheepish as he handed it back to his leader. The two fighting alongside each other, tossing enemies away with ease. Wrestling beasts to the ground, these horny monsters dominated, made to submit to Alex’s whims.\n\nAlex shared images of what it would look like to gaze up at the batlike visage, that ripped belly and chest all Brooklyn could feel as he choked himself on cock. The phantom sensation of the flare plunging into his throat, tapping into his stomach. He could feel… adoration. Crowds of women and men who thought Brooklyn was the coolest for having such a badass leader. Hordes of admirers who looked at them in their stone forms, with Brooklyn lodged onto Alex’s lap through the day, cum dribbling from his lips in a fountain. They didn’t point and laugh – they admired it. They looked at how much he was taking, and they commented on how brave and manly he must be to fit so much inside him. So many female gargoyles that wanted to take his eggs, to be his mate, and all because he’d shown how resilient he was at taking his leader’s cock.\n\nHe must have been so strong, to spend the whole day with a beast like that inside him. So confident, to sit with his legs spread open so everyone could witness their coupling.\n\nBrooklyn shook his head, trying to reject the thoughts being pumped into his brain. But every time the thumb brushed against his gums, or his wing got squeezed in a painful way, or the knot pounded against his rim, it became a little easier to believe in the lies. He even saw painted fantasies of his old clan congratulating him, Goliath shaking his hand and giving him permission to serve his new clan leader. Maybe some of the younger would follow his lead, try a new way to befriend and merge with humanity.\n\nAnd best of all, you’ll be hard the whole time. Loincloth always tented as you crave the next breeding. Sheepishly grinning as you flirt with the ladies, so confident as you burp up a load of my seed.\n\n“Please, stop…” Brooklyn whispered.\n\nDon’t you want human friends? To be admired by them? To learn to be a modern leader, from someone just as strong and cool as your… Goliath? I know everything there is about being human… I can share that with you. You can be stronger than either of us.\n\n“No…!”\n\nDon’t you want to cum?\n\nBrooklyn's tail twitched. “Nnn… I… no… no…!” he whimpered unconvincingly. But his body betrayed him. His tail wrapped tightly around Alex’s midsection, grasping him in a mating hug. He pulled the gargoyle closer, holding onto the beast like a liferaft in a stormy ocean. Brooklyn's toes curled, and he weakly shoved himself against his leader's knot.\n\nThey grinned. This would work. A few nights of this, with unlimited stamina, and they'd have the teenager completely broken. It helped that the goo could feed upon the youth's vitality, both of them stronger when plunged into this gargoyle. Alexander ground his knot against the opening, against that delicate rim. He spoke, his voice a low, booming growl. “Tell me what you want, pup.”\n\nBrooklyn shuddered. He wriggled back against the knot, wanted it to just shove inside already. He needed it inside to stay sane – the tension on the rim boiled his mind in a sea of pain and unnatural pleasure. Just pop it in, just shove against that new, inner button that this beast had discovered in him. But every time his weak thrusts got close to getting Alex's knot to pop inside.\n\n“Tell me.”\n\n“Please don’t…!”\n\nHis head was yanked back, that knot grinding against his rim like a mortar and pestle. “Tell me!”\n\nBrooklyn sobbed, panting, claws dug into the concrete. It was an ugly cry, shuddering as he plied himself back. “To cum! Please let me cum!” he pleaded pathetically.\n\nAlex laughs, deep and dark like the shadows of the night. The goo feels so close now, so intertwined with his mind. The distance between the two is so thin, a leaky membrane only barely holding back a dam. That slime has so deeply intertwined with his mind, high on the acts of pleasure, that it feels like just one more shove could destroy them both. The two of them approach that precipice together, huffing, grinding against their prey.\n\nThe goo and the human leapt together. They destroyed the boundary willingly, and slammed in their knot. He roared his pleasure to the night, as loud and clear as a jet engine, shaking the broad skyscrapers of the city. He ferally humped into that tight backside, twisting his knot in Brooklyn’s depths, as his new knot throbbed within those confines. Rich, corruptive seed flooded into the red gargoyle; Alex’s over productive balls tensed, squeezed together to push the freshest cum-goo deep into the kid’s body. His hands gripped too tightly, hurting the gargoyle beneath him, making him squeal as the elder seeds every remaining, virginal inch within him.\n\nBrooklyn came all over the ground like the weak little gargoyle he is. He coughed up cum as it blasted through him, bulging out his throat and slamming down on his tongue. Alex blasted the teenager’s mind with his desire, flooded it with visions of him as the leader, as the daddy, as the commander that Brook must obey. They weren’t necessary: Brooklyn was already heaving and defeated, panting, eyes watering from exertion as the fight leaves his body. He could feel the course of his life changing, his dreams and ambitions shattered as he could only think of the massive cock breeding him in this dank alleyway.\n\nAlex sat back, and the knot dragged Brooklyn onto his lap. Alex’s strength meant he could crouch with Brooklyn’s full weight hanging on his cock, wrapping his arms around the gargoyle’s midsection to support him. The boy whimpered and his tears flowed as freely as his drooling cum onto the ground. The knot inside him ground out the semen like glue squeezed from a bottle, splattering wasted onto the pavement.\n\n“Please let me go home…” he whimpered as he sat on Alex’s lap. He thought of his home, his family, his… his prior leader. He couldn’t bare to face Goliath like this. It wouldn’t feel right anymore. Alex was so powerful, so overwhelming… Until he grew stronger, he would have to obey the whims of his new leader. Couldn’t bear the shame of his old friends seeing him in such a diminished state – and yet, he wanted nothing more than to see them again, just to be held by them, to make this night go away. His hindpaws cupped around the sack producing all the semen pumping into him. He didn’t mean to, but it just felt natural to perch on them like the ledge of a building, to feel them pumping another load into him. The balls feel so warm compared to the cold ground of New York. He hiccupped, and cum bubbled out of his nose and his beak.\n\nThe gargoyle grinned, petting over his prize’s cum inflated belly and making him shudder and whine. “No.” It was still early in the evening. And Brooklyn… the Brooklyn his old clan knew? He would never see home again.\n\nBy the time the next sun rose, the boy would be perched on his lap, facing the city from a rooftop ledge. His stony visage would be bared to all to see, tearstains marking the stony cheeks, his cock jutted into the daylight air. Exposed, as his stomach bulged with stony seed, the white liquid still dripping from his mouth as a clutch swirled inside him. And Alex would have all day in his new form, basking in the sunlight, his cock hard as stone within the first of his harem. They didn’t need to rape this boy – didn’t need to take him for their own. They could have just left.\n\nThe irreparably merged duo would sleep contentedly in the daylight’s rays, knowing they made the better choice."
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  "description": "The alley boiled with the humid heat of New York summer. The subway vents glimmered with the air that rises from the veins of this city. The air in this part of town was drowning in the scent of cheap Italian food and greasy street pizza; even this late in the evening, after dark, when all the restaurants and food carts have closed for the night. Soon, a thicker and more unpleasant miasma will fill the air.\n\nIt was remembering that experience last night that prompted Alex to speed up his pace; he’d rather get back to his hotel before that happens, but at least when he’s closer and on the main streets it’ll be more the smell of traffic that he’ll have to worry about. The bustle there might even be fun to be immersed in; he has a couple hours to leisurely walk back, after all, and it’s not all that far. New York stays open late: a welcome change of pace.\n\nWith a few paces down a side street, he suddenly found himself alone, the surroundings as quiet as the city gets; a welcome relief from the constant noise. It’s that momentary stillness that let him hear it, though - a sound like stones clattering on the rooftops, some metallic clanking, a noise that sounded like a shout - or maybe a dog barking? He couldn’t interpret the sounds immediately, nor even tell their direction amidst the echoes from the surrounding buildings. He looked around, glancing up and down the street, then upwards in case-\n\nSplat!\n\nA heavy fistful of a black, tarry substance that smelled faintly of ash hit the back of his head and his shoulder as he turned, not having seen it coming at him at all. Yelling a loud expletive, he cringed in disgust, and picked up the pace. Maybe it’s time to hurry back to the hotel after all, and experience the city some other night!\n\nWithin a very few paces though, he could feel it spreading - not the inanimate motion of a thick liquid flowing, but something more like an animal slithering; his disgust turned quickly to panic, what was lurking in this stuff?! He started trying to scrape it off hurriedly, stopping his near-jog and ducking off the smaller street into a side alley to try and get this stuff off him.\n\nIt was burning his skin somehow too!\n\n…But his fingers seemed unable to scrape at it much, in fact he seemed to be scraping his own skin more than the goo, and doing little more than coating his fingers in the stuff. But as he withdrew his fingers to try and inspect the stuff more closely, his fingernails looked much sharper, the fingers longer than his brain said they should be. Unbidden, and despite the disgust, all the temporarily forgotten fantasies about goo-creatures and transformation were back in the forefront of Alex’s mind, surging with sudden confused, fantastical hope as he scraped at the goo on his hand to find his skin stained an off-blue colour, and feeling strange, thick… leathery…\n\nAnd then, he realised, he could feel… It.\n\n******************************************************************\n\nDeep inside his head, almost like a stray thought of his own, Alex sensed its short life had been hard. It had no name; it just wanted to try and hide, and it was desperate, weak, ailing. Humans were not its preferred hosts; the mental image of a stocky, powerful gargoyle flashed through its, and thus Alex’s, thoughts. Relaxing, like a thought of home. It was a creature without a form of its own, and it needed to borrow another body to live. A gargoyle body was what it needed; but a human would, just about, do, like meagre gruel to avert starvation.\n\nWithin seconds the thoughts were almost a suffocating, cloying, paralysing force that prevented Alex forming any intent, any plan; and he senses that it wants to control him. Maybe just for a while; maybe just until it’s healed. But it expects a fight, it knows how to fight this internal battle for control, having done so many times before.\n\nPush through a tactile, and pheromonal, mush of sensations to confuse and disorient for a few crucial moments. Pierce the skin, make for the heart, let the blood spread its essence quickly through the body, all the faster when the terrified host’s bloodstream filled with epinephrine; push through the blood-brain barrier, reinforce its control, build defences, and try to weather the storm of its host’s mental struggles.\n\nBut Alex also sensed… confusion, from it. No host had ever had even a hint of a positive reaction, before… no interest in the changes wrought by its merging with them, no wonder at what the sensations might be. Perhaps the smooth head, the lack of that obstructing hair, had made its contact with him easier, given him less time to panic and fight back… but no, it could sense that wasn’t it, at least not all of it.\n\nSuddenly it had an option. A path of least resistance; not something it had encountered before. It was suddenly out of its depth - was this a good idea? Perhaps it shouldn’t change a strategy that had worked so often.\n\nBut it was weakened, in danger, desperate. Maybe this was… what it needed. It wanted hope, it wanted to be hidden; maybe a human less willing to fight - maybe even willing to comply without a fight! - could be its saviour.\n\nThe image floods Alex’s mind, a specific gargoyle; slim but powerfully built, red scaled and white-haired, clad only in a loincloth. It was an image that dripped with threat, of danger. A pursuer, who was seeking to trap it, destroy it. Nearby. Danger.\n\nIt was an offer, though. A request; it was not used to communicating, it was not… good at it. But it wanted Alex to help it, at least to not fight it while it took control. Maybe if Alex was unwilling after all, it would just flee, and try to find a host with a… more familiar response. If he was willing maybe they could… help each other somehow?\n\nIt hesitantly tried releasing Alex from its paralysing mental vice-grip, letting him form thoughts more coherently… he’d need to agree…\n\n\n******************************************************************\n\nThe confusing fog, the pressure of thoughts-not-his-own flowing through his head, abated, and Alex’s body un-froze abruptly, almost collapsing down the alley wall to his knees. It was still hard to think… a single frontal cortex was a poor piece of hardware for two consciousnesses, but there were a lot of potent desires starting to bubble in Alex’s reptillian hindbrain; an area that the goo-creature never liked to inhabit, sensing that the subconscious desires within were something primal, icky, beneath it somehow. It just preferred to ignore it all…\n\nAlex formed a want; hazy, testing the waters, scarcely believing any of this was happening - some dickhead must’ve just served him magic mushrooms on a pizza as a joke, or something - but still, why not go with the flow for now..?\n\nHe reached up, grabbing a fistful of the gelatinous mass that still sat on his shoulder, trying to push itself through his clothes. Now that he was asking for it to cooperate, and the creature was asking the same of him, he found it easy to scoop up a lump of the mass; he sensed its discomfort as a linking tendril was stretched thin when Alex pulled his handful away from the main mass.\n\nIt didn’t quite know what he intended, didn't understand the mental images; it was out of its depth. Alex hardly did himself either, as he pulled open the waistband of his pants and underwear, and upended the goop onto his already tumescent groin, groping himself and rubbing it into his flesh, wondering how much it might change him.\n\nHe could live with it if it’s just a coat of scales that might form, but what if it was more..? The mental image it had pushed at him, the white haired gargoyle, reminded him of his own similar persona, maybe he could have a cock like that… be like that, even..! It was.. All of it was… a hot idea…\n\nAs the burning sensation started on his shaft and balls as well - the sensitive skin magnifying the painful feeling - he started wondering if he should regret it. But he tried to push through it…when would a chance like this happen again, after all?!\n\nIt felt unsure what its host was doing; but there was such a richness of blood vessels in that area, it was so much easier to penetrate the body. And such a richness of nerve endings that the sensation was almost incapacitating for the host. But for all that this might be useful to know in future, it didn’t understand why its new host would be doing this to himself.\n\nBut the mental images it could sense were strong and clear; of something other than the organ that already lay between the human’s legs, something larger and more bestial, more sensitive, more… appealing?\n\nThe primal feeling of attraction to the thought was alien to this alien creature, but the feeling of pleasure, anticipation, from these thoughts of strange, bestial, even feral creatures that flashed through its host’s mind was clear. This was something quite novel to it.\n\nIt began to feel ever more uncomfortable, hot, strangely… desirous of something, some primal need leaking from its host. Something that did make it curious… Perhaps it should have explored this subconscious aspect of humans more often. But perhaps it wouldn’t have been able to interpret this without a cooperative host like this.\n\nIt flowed more around Alex’s head as the human clutched at his burning, aching crotch, grunting in discomfort and wondering if his idea had been such a good one after all. It pushed one tendril gently over the upper lip, under the nose; maybe it could try something subtler from pheromones, too? It had had to experiment with those at first, and gotten some strange and mixed reactions at times, but…\n\nAlex’s nostrils filled with a strange melange of scents, before finally settling into something more like… tobacco smoke, and old leather. Something that made him feel hornier, starting to tip that burning pain into something more like… pleasurable anticipation… he wondered what the creature might change him into, possibilities and mental images of past scalesonas flooded his lust-addled head.\n\nThe creature… seemed scared, though. It wasn’t intended for humans, of course; simply to survive in a human host, it had to cause some alterations, add in some magickal strand that it could feed from, hence the changes that Alex had started to experience. But too much meant it couldn’t hide any more, and that was lethally dangerous to it.\n\nIt didn’t… want to keep changing Alex, but…\n\nIt sensed Alex’s fixation, at least on the image of the larger, meatier, monstrous organ that had led Alex to rub it over his shaft, and sensed that it would need to give him something, this at least… but it would need to bargain, compromise. Yes… when its host regained his senses…\n\nAnd so it pushed in; connected with itself inside Alex’s body; and began something new - trying to make specific changes, localised, but more extreme than it had dared try before. Maybe it could even…\n\nIt tried shifting its approach, trying to stop its aggressive sloughing off of the outer skin, and the layering of the lower layers of skin into thicker, leathery keratinous hide and scale, stopped simply bombarding nerve endings with chaotic sensation and tried something more modulated, slower…\n\nAlex gave a gasp of relief as the burning sensations started to ease, a feeling more like a vigorous massage, a gentler touch rather than a chemical injury. His changed hands stayed groping, a little feebly, at his shaft; he felt desperate for more, but the newly unfamiliar structure, the feeling of trying to jointly control his body with another presence inhabiting him, was becoming too confusing, his motions lacked coordination and coherence…\n\nIt sensed his desire though, the mental image of hands pumping at his length, the primal stab of desire for something amazing to happen… and, curious, sensing that this might be some powerful new avenue for manipulating humans in future, it began to stretch itself, shake itself and rub, along the length, trying at first to aid Alex’s fumbling stimulations, but quickly sensing his pleasure or discomfort at particular motions and narrowing in on those that felt good…\n\nAlex groaned, dropping to all fours now as the goop wrapped around his shaft and started gently rubbing, teasing, exploring him. The sensations and the need were already overwhelming but he didn’t want to cum so quickly, this had barely started… it’d better have barely started, anyway!\n\nFor it, this was a new sensation; their mental connection was tenuous and loose, as it warily circled a host who it remained unsure of the intentions of. But its biology was not made with the capacity for sexual pleasure, it had not even tried using any part of its hosts like this, considering such things to be primal, animal urges, beneath it.\n\nBut now, pushed into it reluctantly as part of this unexpected bargain, this was… good.\n\nIt could sense Alex’s body on a level Alex himself was unaware of; could feel the pulsing muscles in his abdomen, the faint electrical disturbance as nerve signals bounced around between organs, responding to the pumping of his cock; it had little idea what would happen when those signals reached a crescendo but it could sense that they were doing just that, and could sense from Alex’s thoughts that it was what the human craved feeling, the source of that primal desire.\n\nSo it… didn’t want to just allow that quite so straightforwardly, it wanted to experience this new, pleasurable sensation. It dampened the nerve impulses, prodded and disrupted the muscle fluctuations… slowed the progression, stopping when it sensed discomfort, it didn’t want to stop, just… prolong. Its motions along the shaft slowed, too, and it let itself work the changes, even the more painful elements, a little more quickly, disguising it less. The peak stayed resolutely at bay, within easy reach, teasing…\n\nIts thoughts nestled ever closer to Alex’s, its own forming intentions flowing more freely into its host. Its desire for exploration, its surprise, the novelty of finding not simply a host willing not to fight, but a host willing to teach it all these… new things, new feelings, new approaches.\n\nIt was scared of where all this might lead, but it was too caught up in the moment to resist trying for… just a little more… Alex’s thoughts increasingly flowed back into it as well, and this too was a novelty for it. It had never tried to experience a host before, just trap and observe; it was far more confusing to it now than it had expected.\n\nAlex could feel as the skin on his cock loosened and pulled back, exposing a thicker length with an increasing swelling near the base, around which the skin tightened delightfully then slid behind, to form a scaly sheath; the tip flared out into a flatter head, something more like a horse’s, growing in length as the corrupting goop slowly slid into it, the alien creature feeling the pleasure almost as intensely as Alex himself…his balls swelled, hair follicles falling empty and filling in with scale as his scrotum sagged lower under the weightier contents.\n\nAlex grunted with pleasure, the new larger organ giving so much more raw area for sensation, the goo still on the surface turning to a delightful lubricant as he tried to grope at himself again, pushing through the confusing fug of shared-sensation-thought, but finding the layer of goop was thick enough to dampen the sensation of stroking himself…\n\nHe reached up instead to his ears, his nose, his forearms, rubbing at the other subtly changing parts of his body. He could sense how the creature had tried to make the sensations more pleasing, less painful, and it was working, his whole upper body was thrumming with pleasurable sensations, which were spreading as the goop slid gradually down his legs to his feet. He could feel the points of sharper teeth in his mouth, the strange pain of a forming horn poking his scalp from the inside, the point that his ear had started to form into. Was his face more stretched out than before..?\n\nMore.\n\nIt had intended to stop here, to give the human this one thing he wanted, that was the bargain wasn’t it? It was time to go, to hide away, to work out what to do next. Maybe it could even stay around this human, if he was a willing assistant, perhaps there were new paths open that were never there before…\n\nBut the closer it wrung itself into Alex’s increasingly lust-driven thoughts, the less clear it became what it should be doing. They both wanted, needed, this…\n\nBut it would be hard to hide! Impossible! Dangerous! But it would feel so good…\n\nIts control slipped, or perhaps it succumbed to temptation leaking from Alex; and Alex’s upper body started to expand. With the way his nerve endings were being carefully modulated, it felt strangely like his whole torso was getting erect, like his growing muscles and new skin were as tender and sensitive and pleasing as his cockhead felt..!\n\nMore, his reptilian hindbrain urged. Bigger muscles, thicker scales, a long tail, horns, meaty paws and sharp claws, yessss…He grunted in pleasure, then more deliberately grunted and groaned again, relishing the strange deeper rumble in his larger chest - more bestial, almost a growl…\n\nNo, no, it thought, this should stop, have to blend in, have to hide… but as the seams started to tear on Alex’s shirt, the bulkier frame within starting to tear out, it found that it couldn’t stop. Or didn’t want to. This felt too good, amazingly good, it never knew it, or humans, could feel this good…! How far could it reshape a human form, it had never dared try, always too drained by the struggle for mental control, but here, now, it wasn’t struggling for control, just struggling to entwine itself, to feel the blissful feelings, sink into them and enjoy what its host was teaching it…\n\n“…are you okay? You’re hurt, let me help…” came a voice from behind him; and as Alex turned his startled, changing head, he saw the red-scaled gargoyle with the white hair dropping into the alleyway.\n\nBrooklyn, it knew. Danger.\n\nConflicting responses rushed through both Alex and the creature. Panic and embarrassment at being caught in an intimate moment; panic and fear at being caught in a vulnerable moment; the confusion as the two similar thoughts clashed, almost merging but bouncing apart as the momentary gestalt sensation of synchronous pleasure fell away.\n\nYet it didn’t feel weak any more; the changes to its new host were like a breath of fresh air after almost suffocating, or a taste of fresh-baked bread in the midst of starvation. Alex’s mental images were of strength, power, desire… and so it felt stronger, more powerful, too…\n\nTheir response was instinctive and unanimous, Alex’s clawed hand lashing out toward the approaching gargoyle as if throwing something; and the goop subtly layered into his changing flesh spat itself out, a fine web of tendrils encasing the startled gargoyle before he could realise that this wasn’t an injured human bystander.\n\nAt the last moment, the gargoyle saw it coming, and tried to leap aside; a tendril snagged a claw, and he fell heavily to the ground, scrambling onto all fours to leap further away and out of reach, but the tendrils reacted fast, wrapping him like a blanket, pinning his wings and arms, holding him fast.\n\nAlex sensed the goo-creature’s surprise; it really was stronger, or perhaps it had weakened and injured the gargoyle more than it had realised. Either way, he wasn’t able to struggle free as easily this time.\n\nIt wanted to flee, quickly. Hide. The urge was strong.\n\nBut as Alex stood, balancing awkwardly with his shoes feeling far tighter than they should, and having to resist an urge to walk on tiptoe, there were…. Other urges that were starting to come to the fore.\n\nAlex cast a lecherous gaze over the young gargoyle, the lithe but well muscled body was hot. Through the goo-creature he could feel what the gargoyle’s skin was like, could sense his breathing and his heartbeat… the shape of his form, even under the loincloth that concealed his groin from view. He could even sense its memories of Brooklyn’s innermost thoughts, a strange, hostile intimacy that immediately overpowered many of the roiling fantasies that this strange creature’s playing with him had been prompting. He wondered what that maw might feel like on his changed shaft, how those claws and paws might feel rubbing over his changing body, wanted to feel the heat of the gargoyle’s tailhole enveloping him…\n\nIt recoiled from the thoughts, this was a dangerous enemy, to hide from! Or maybe, just maybe, to kill… what were these thoughts from his host?!\n\n“Whoever you are, fight it!” Brooklyn shouted, moments before quailing away from the strangely predatory gaze from this part-changed human. He tried again. “I fought it and beat it, it’s tough but you have to try! I have a friend, Eliza, she’ll know what to do…”\n\nThe goo-tendril had wrapped around Brooklyn’s snout and pulled it shut, muffling him, before it realised that it hadn’t been intending to do that; Alex’s thought had pushed it to move. It was startled; it seemed that cooperating had some… drawbacks. It took a lot of its mass and energy and focus to keep the strong gargoyle pinned, and that left its host… with a lot more influence than it had expected.\n\nAlex started to walk toward the prone gargoyle, and it tried to urge him not to, they had to incapacitate him and leave! It started to promise more, it’d change him more, however he wanted, as long as they left now… but, having entwined itself so closely in the throes of their brief bliss, it found that the strange thoughts of fucking were enticing. A gravity to them, taking effort to resist…\n\nAlex’s head filled with fantasy images; almost pushed towards it as if it were a question. Could the goo sink into Brooklyn too, control him, change him maybe?\n\nIt had already tried all of this. The gargoyle scales were harder for it to pierce; it couldn’t control two hosts at once; Brooklyn had already defeated it and knew how to fight it. This couldn’t work.\n\nBut the insistent fantasies were pushing it to think of new approaches, new directions, new opportunities. All that pleasure had come from… some sort of injector-organ. If the gargoyle’s hide were pierced some other way… and he didn’t exactly need to control two hosts… Even stranger new concepts flooded it. Training, corrupting, making the gargoyle want to help and even obey without the goo needing to be there, forcing him to do it all the time.\n\nAlmost shyly, confused, it shared its mental inventory of Brooklyn’s mind with Alex. Maybe it shouldn’t be trusting, this new host was… confusing. But felt so good, so right…\n\nBrooklyn was straight, that much was clear; the word meant little to it, other than that the gargoyle would fight back, which it already knew. But Brooklyn wanted things… community, exploration, a way to blend into this new human world and just live it, not to preserve ancient ways that had died out centuries ago. He wanted to ride motorcyles and dress in those strange protective clothes, smoke those tobacco sticks and travel this strange land. He liked…\n\nThe forming snout twisted in a slight grin. Brooklyn liked leather, a stray recollection the goo-creature picked up of the gargoyle having to adjust his loincloth trying on a biker jacket for the first time. So the gargoyle did have some… useful… desires…\n\nAlex’s cock bobbed as he walked, a little uncertainly, around the confused but increasingly frightened red gargoyle; in the air he could smell his new musk, smoky and leathery… perfect!\n\nHis cock throbbed as he got around behind the restrained Brooklyn, the sensation strange as the length of tendrils spooled back into his arm and slid under his flesh now that he was standing much closer. If he were bigger, stronger, he could restrain Brooklyn with his own two hands…\n\nThe thought was powerfully arousing, and he felt his shirt creak, then tear further as the changes started again, this time at his own bidding, the goo-creature compliant and even eager to feel where this might go. Strange bony protrusions caught in and then tore the cloth as the tips of forming wing-fingers started to emerge from his back, finally sending the shirt fluttering in pieces to the ground. His pants began to strain as a tail slowly slipped from the base of his spine, new bone being woven into place under the flesh; and once again it felt like his whole body were immersed in sexual fire!\n\nUnable to resist any longer, whole body quivering with the urgent need, he grabbed Brooklyn’s tail and pulled it upward, enjoying the feeling of it trying to writhe out of his, and the tendrils’, grip. He squatted behind the gargoyle, whose struggles increased as he realised what the aroused, changing creature was thinking; his flat cockhead pressed hard at the subtle cleft in the scales beneath Brooklyn’s tail, and pushed.\n\nBrooklyn’s muffled yells echoed around the alleyway as his tailhole started to give way, and admit the intruder. His tail thrashed, momentarily twisting free of Alex’s grip, and wrapped around the powerful arm, trying to constrict and push him away.\n\nAlex grunted with surprise as the sensation of the pulling on his changing arm as it inflated with powerful muscle, felt far too good, better than they should, almost like it was his dick being tugged! The goo-creature had halted its efforts to simply keep him on the edge, its focus was elsewhere; and he slid over the precipice of pleasure almost at once.\n\nHe started to emit a deep growl as he came, and the goo-tendrils quivered around the struggling Brooklyn as the goo-creature shared in his pleasure. Almost rushing back to entwine itself, pushing deeper, burying itself in his stream of consciousness to try and experience it more, viscerally and thrillingly..!\n\nFor a long confusing moment he, and it, grappled and struggled together, not for control but more a mental writhing in white hot bliss more intense than either could have expected.\n\nSharp clawtips slid from Alex’s shoes, and then the sole parted entirely from the shoe as large, clawed hindpaws burst through, muscular legs tearing the seams of pants and underpants, the wings starting to slip more fully formed into the open air from his back, as his changes lost their controlled edge and sped up, fuelled by and fuelling the mutual lust, increasingly bestial grunts and snarls emerging from the lengthening snout.\n\nThe goop wasn’t entirely incapacitated, though; its tendrils spend through Alex’s veins as he changed, through his prostate and testicles, letting itself be expelled into the red gargoyle’s vulnerable innards alongside a flood of cum.\n\nIt felt… good.\n\nThe pulses of orgasm faded; and he inwardly growled that that had better not be everything. He’d not done yet… he still wanted to give this hot creature a good fucking, and it wouldn’t be over until Brooklyn was begging for more…\n\nBut this time it didn’t entirely feel like it responded to the thought, and he… it… they, realised, that there… seemed to be fewer barriers now. Stuck together, enmeshed somehow, the boundaries increasingly unclear.\n\nIt was scary, new, for them both. But it felt astounding.\n\nHis body was more responsive now, more malleable, a greater level of awareness and control in himself now; he chose to remain hard, to push his organs to start refilling, to push on through, to make ready to breed. Properly. Like the monstrous creature he was blissfully becoming.\n\nWith a powerful claw, he grabbed at the restrained red gargoyle’s head, marvelling at how much bigger he’d become, he felt amazing and powerful and potent as he pulled Brooklyn back bodily, sinking the gargoyle onto his rock-hard member rather than moving himself an inch.\n\nBrooklyn grunted and groaned, muffled but sounding humiliated and defeated. Deep inside though, the tendrils began to spread out, seeking the analogs to the organs it…he… they were now more familiar with from their once-human source. Prodding and pressing, gradually pushing the protesting body into a response.\n\nAs Brooklyn’s shaft began to stir his muffled groans and yelps started to turn softer, more to confused whimpers, not understanding why his body was reacting this way as the large, burly gargoyle behind him shook off the increasingly scrappy clothing from his growing frame, and started to slowly thrust in and out of Brooklyn, not concerned with being gentle but more with finding a posture, a pace, that worked better for him as he changed, working towards his fulfilment.\n\nThe teenager grunted, gritted his teeth with each thrust of the shaft into his body. The intrusion felt bigger with each thrust, plunging his untouched depths. The goo and cum sliding around in his backside eased the journey somewhat, and the gargoyle was able to stuff more of himself inside with the lubrication – but this body was clearly not trained to take such an intrusion. The long, too-long shaft plunged within him and forced the delicate rim to stretch lewdly around it. Brooklyn let out an undignified, choked sob, before quickly muffling himself. This boy could take pain; he’d fought plenty of times to defend himself and his clan. No, these unbidden tears must have come from the overwhelm. There was just so much shaft shoved into those guts, and the medial ring hadn’t even pressed against that tailhole yet. The stretch of the rim, of that delicate flower of muscles around the entrance, that must have hurt, but Brooklyn’s true problem was that his body just didn’t know how to handle inch after inch of raw meat shoved into his ass. He panted with the exertion of it.\n\nThe goo sought new points of ingress to warp the gargoyle. They sought out Brooklyn's pleasure centers and pounded against those, and even as the gargoyle whimpered and cried, the goo could detect increasing levels of pheromonal arousal. The teenager couldn't help himself – Brooklyn was like an open book with the squeezes of his ass, and the unprompted spurts of precum onto the alley ground as his virginity was ripped away. Soon, Brooklyn would be ready to have his mouth untethered, to force him to make ungodly noises as the predator became the prey.\n\nBrooklyn whined and tried to claw his way towards the city lights at the end of the alley. The city was still bustling at that time of night. It caused problems when he was seen by humans, but that was an acceptable risk if he could squirm away. He reached for a dumpster, and tried to use it to leverage himself off the shaft. Maybe someone could see him, scream out, and force the creature away.\n\nAlex grabbed him firmly. He wrapped a second hand around the 19-year-old, pressing down on the wing to make his sleeve groan in pain, that tensing in his prey adding just the right amount of pressure on his cock. The medial ring slipped in and out, half of the mutant's growing length now slotted into his target. He forced the boy back, dragging him further into the darkness and away from those lights at the end of the alleyway.\n\nThe scent was getting stronger. The heady aroma of leather and smoke, a boiling inferno that overpowered the city air. The dull scents of food and grease and garbage got overpowered by a raw musk that hung thick in the air around Brook.\n\nThey needed more cum inside the boy. They needed to change him further, and they could intuit that if one dose of cum let them have such a major effect on Brooklyn's vulnerable parts, more could only intensify the effect. They immediately got to work, the goo ramping up production for a second load and Alex worked himself luxuriously into the red gargoyle. Alex slid his long shaft repeatedly into the kid's belly. He was impressed the whelp had managed to just keep to one sob from having all of this shoved inside him. That flat, flared head rearranging his guts had no magical qualities – Brooklyn's body would be reshaped with good old fashioned physical training.\n\nAlex roared in the alleyway, and it startled passersby at the far end of the blind alley who picked up their pace. He pumped another slurry of combined cum and goo into Brooklyn's guts. The muffled yelps, the squirming, the way that red tail writhed in the air as Brook tried to get away, all of it added to the soup of pleasure around his cock. Brooklyn crawled at the ground, desperately grabbing for bits of paper and loose pebbles, anything to try to get away from another load. The knot throbbed, still outside the boy's rim, as it fed cum into that backside. Veins pumped and balls churned. Wet slop, their combined goop fed into the walls and began its work.\n\nThey felt a thrill of taking, of stealing and reducing another being for their own whims. They gripped more tightly around the head, and they squeezed around Brooklyn's wing too. Both hands remained on his form now, to drag him backwards and make the proud gargoyle submit to his whims.\n\nThe tendrils of goop fed into Brooklyn's backside, now able to reach into his belly and even the base of his esophagus. The gargoyle felt overfull. The connection, the very light threading that could occur now that Brooklyn had been overfilled, granted the combined creature new data. They could feel some of Brooklyn's basic emotional state – that sad, helpless side that wanted to simply slump against the concrete and tune it all out. That bestial, animal side, that raged against the creature on his back, that wanted to be freed from this immediately! The horniness, the physical desires that were being directly, manipulatively pumped into him via massaging of his prostate. And the confusion that caused in the teenager, unsure of where these emotions were coming from or why he would feel good about this at all.\n\nThe duo felt the surge in power. They knew they could now reshape Brooklyn's body; they could alter his image, or at least ease the tension inside his body to make it easier to thrust into him. Every thrust was a battle, a war to stuff more into the boy from how tight that tailhole was. They chose not to change a thing. The red external form of the gargoyle was already perfect. Alex himself was now built upon it – an improvement, an evolution. It would have felt wrong to discard the original mold.\n\nBut so too were the internals so important to the whole. To relieve the pressure around his cock would have detracted from his own pleasure. He thrust roughly into Brooklyn, elicited another sob, just at the thought of making such a wrong choice. They could smell the fear on Brooklyn, the discontent. They could have changed that – could have altered the insides to be more pliable, to remove some of that pressure and pain. But that relief was something the gargoyle needed to earn. Once they’d added this creature to their collection – and they were sure, now, that it would be a collection, a vast and grand collection composed of all of Alex’s friends and anyone else he deemed worthy of tending to his needs – Brooklyn would have plenty of time to train.\n\nTo learn to slowly, agonizingly, spread his pucker over that flared cockhead.\n\nTo willingly grip his ass cheeks, and pry himself open as he sobbed.\n\nTo sink himself onto the knot, yelping, crying, looking with wide and broken eyes up at his new clan leader.\n\nTo be as hard as a rock the whole time. To do it of his own volition, to want it more than anything in the world. To identify with the act completely – of sheathing his daddy’s cock down his throat or into his backside.\n\nAlex could show him that path. As the tendrils reached into Brooklyn’s mind, they extended too into his intestines, his belly, his esophagus. They even tickled the back of his throat and made him gag, the goo freely pouring from the tip of Alex’s cock. They drowned the prostate, flowing freely into Brooklyn’s veins, to spread along his pleasure centers and set them alight. The goo didn’t remove the pain or alter Brooklyn’s already perfect form in any way. But it did tweak the receptors inside, the tiny cells on the villi, the broad surfaces of the intestinal epithelium, to crave his touch. Brooklyn’s throat gulped at nothing, at the empty space where a cock should have been, as these new desires for pressure were implanted into his body. His thoughts couldn’t be changed, but the raw needs of his body could be adjusted.\n\nBrooklyn rubbed his belly absently, distended with semen as it was. His cock jumped below him. It was like his own length's pleasure was directly tied to the stomach – just rubbing against it almost caused him to cum. He quickly released it, tempted to keep rubbing but knowing he'd be lost if he kept indulging these animal pleasures. He clutched at the ground to ground himself before slipping too far.\n\nAlex gave him no such relief. The goo hold on his mouth unleashed, finally allowing Brooklyn a chance to shout for help. His first shout was mangled as the beast shoved a thumb into his mouth, and ground a meaty pad along his gums. The goo-goyle's hand was large enough to clasp around Brooklyn's whole head now, to easily hold it while toying with his tongue and gums like this. He shoved the tongue down, even delicately, teasingly toyed with the edge of the tongue with his thumb claw.\n\nBrooklyn's smaller cock spurted onto the ground. Just a brush against his gums, of his vulnerable jaw, snapped an orgasm out of his balls. A second shout died in his throat, replaced by a mangled, confused moan. His body had never felt like this before. The thumb was so quickly taken away from his gums, and the moan transformed unwillingly into a whine as his orgasm quickly tapered off. No touch, no sensation. Like taking a hand off your cock just as it goes over the edge, ruining it. He panted, tried to get his mind back on track, but rough thrusting into his backside prevented him from focusing. The monster timed the thrusts to his breaths, jamming in and slamming the knot against his rim each time he was about to recover. Brooklyn's legs shook, his will crumbling.\n\nThe scent was inescapable now. So much musk came off the creature plowing into him, Brooklyn couldn't even smell the streets that he'd become so familiar with. Everything was that acrid smoke, the savoury musk of male that usually meant he needed to clean his loincloth. He coughed, eyes watering from that heady musk alone.\n\nAnd that’s when the tendrils started to convey their message. The goo reached into his mind, conveying Alex’s will into Brooklyn, tempting him. With each thrust, that dragged Brooklyn’s knees against the rough city floor, more images flooded into his mind. Impossible images of beasts, dragons, monsters sprawled out with their cocks displayed.\n\nImages of Alex’s new body from every possible angle: his wide tail, his broad wings, standing and smoking stoically as he gazed over the city. And Brooklyn beside him. Riding a motorcycle together, the red gargoyle clutching to his back. Brooklyn smoking a cigar for the first time, coughing, looking sheepish as he handed it back to his leader. The two fighting alongside each other, tossing enemies away with ease. Wrestling beasts to the ground, these horny monsters dominated, made to submit to Alex’s whims.\n\nAlex shared images of what it would look like to gaze up at the batlike visage, that ripped belly and chest all Brooklyn could feel as he choked himself on cock. The phantom sensation of the flare plunging into his throat, tapping into his stomach. He could feel… adoration. Crowds of women and men who thought Brooklyn was the coolest for having such a badass leader. Hordes of admirers who looked at them in their stone forms, with Brooklyn lodged onto Alex’s lap through the day, cum dribbling from his lips in a fountain. They didn’t point and laugh – they admired it. They looked at how much he was taking, and they commented on how brave and manly he must be to fit so much inside him. So many female gargoyles that wanted to take his eggs, to be his mate, and all because he’d shown how resilient he was at taking his leader’s cock.\n\nHe must have been so strong, to spend the whole day with a beast like that inside him. So confident, to sit with his legs spread open so everyone could witness their coupling.\n\nBrooklyn shook his head, trying to reject the thoughts being pumped into his brain. But every time the thumb brushed against his gums, or his wing got squeezed in a painful way, or the knot pounded against his rim, it became a little easier to believe in the lies. He even saw painted fantasies of his old clan congratulating him, Goliath shaking his hand and giving him permission to serve his new clan leader. Maybe some of the younger would follow his lead, try a new way to befriend and merge with humanity.\n\nAnd best of all, you’ll be hard the whole time. Loincloth always tented as you crave the next breeding. Sheepishly grinning as you flirt with the ladies, so confident as you burp up a load of my seed.\n\n“Please, stop…” Brooklyn whispered.\n\nDon’t you want human friends? To be admired by them? To learn to be a modern leader, from someone just as strong and cool as your… Goliath? I know everything there is about being human… I can share that with you. You can be stronger than either of us.\n\n“No…!”\n\nDon’t you want to cum?\n\nBrooklyn's tail twitched. “Nnn… I… no… no…!” he whimpered unconvincingly. But his body betrayed him. His tail wrapped tightly around Alex’s midsection, grasping him in a mating hug. He pulled the gargoyle closer, holding onto the beast like a liferaft in a stormy ocean. Brooklyn's toes curled, and he weakly shoved himself against his leader's knot.\n\nThey grinned. This would work. A few nights of this, with unlimited stamina, and they'd have the teenager completely broken. It helped that the goo could feed upon the youth's vitality, both of them stronger when plunged into this gargoyle. Alexander ground his knot against the opening, against that delicate rim. He spoke, his voice a low, booming growl. “Tell me what you want, pup.”\n\nBrooklyn shuddered. He wriggled back against the knot, wanted it to just shove inside already. He needed it inside to stay sane – the tension on the rim boiled his mind in a sea of pain and unnatural pleasure. Just pop it in, just shove against that new, inner button that this beast had discovered in him. But every time his weak thrusts got close to getting Alex's knot to pop inside.\n\n“Tell me.”\n\n“Please don’t…!”\n\nHis head was yanked back, that knot grinding against his rim like a mortar and pestle. “Tell me!”\n\nBrooklyn sobbed, panting, claws dug into the concrete. It was an ugly cry, shuddering as he plied himself back. “To cum! Please let me cum!” he pleaded pathetically.\n\nAlex laughs, deep and dark like the shadows of the night. The goo feels so close now, so intertwined with his mind. The distance between the two is so thin, a leaky membrane only barely holding back a dam. That slime has so deeply intertwined with his mind, high on the acts of pleasure, that it feels like just one more shove could destroy them both. The two of them approach that precipice together, huffing, grinding against their prey.\n\nThe goo and the human leapt together. They destroyed the boundary willingly, and slammed in their knot. He roared his pleasure to the night, as loud and clear as a jet engine, shaking the broad skyscrapers of the city. He ferally humped into that tight backside, twisting his knot in Brooklyn’s depths, as his new knot throbbed within those confines. Rich, corruptive seed flooded into the red gargoyle; Alex’s over productive balls tensed, squeezed together to push the freshest cum-goo deep into the kid’s body. His hands gripped too tightly, hurting the gargoyle beneath him, making him squeal as the elder seeds every remaining, virginal inch within him.\n\nBrooklyn came all over the ground like the weak little gargoyle he is. He coughed up cum as it blasted through him, bulging out his throat and slamming down on his tongue. Alex blasted the teenager’s mind with his desire, flooded it with visions of him as the leader, as the daddy, as the commander that Brook must obey. They weren’t necessary: Brooklyn was already heaving and defeated, panting, eyes watering from exertion as the fight leaves his body. He could feel the course of his life changing, his dreams and ambitions shattered as he could only think of the massive cock breeding him in this dank alleyway.\n\nAlex sat back, and the knot dragged Brooklyn onto his lap. Alex’s strength meant he could crouch with Brooklyn’s full weight hanging on his cock, wrapping his arms around the gargoyle’s midsection to support him. The boy whimpered and his tears flowed as freely as his drooling cum onto the ground. The knot inside him ground out the semen like glue squeezed from a bottle, splattering wasted onto the pavement.\n\n“Please let me go home…” he whimpered as he sat on Alex’s lap. He thought of his home, his family, his… his prior leader. He couldn’t bare to face Goliath like this. It wouldn’t feel right anymore. Alex was so powerful, so overwhelming… Until he grew stronger, he would have to obey the whims of his new leader. Couldn’t bear the shame of his old friends seeing him in such a diminished state – and yet, he wanted nothing more than to see them again, just to be held by them, to make this night go away. His hindpaws cupped around the sack producing all the semen pumping into him. He didn’t mean to, but it just felt natural to perch on them like the ledge of a building, to feel them pumping another load into him. The balls feel so warm compared to the cold ground of New York. He hiccupped, and cum bubbled out of his nose and his beak.\n\nThe gargoyle grinned, petting over his prize’s cum inflated belly and making him shudder and whine. “No.” It was still early in the evening. And Brooklyn… the Brooklyn his old clan knew? 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New York stays open late: a welcome change of pace.\n\nWith a few paces down a side street, he suddenly found himself alone, the surroundings as quiet as the city gets; a welcome relief from the constant noise. It’s that momentary stillness that let him hear it, though - a sound like stones clattering on the rooftops, some metallic clanking, a noise that sounded like a shout - or maybe a dog barking? He couldn’t interpret the sounds immediately, nor even tell their direction amidst the echoes from the surrounding buildings. He looked around, glancing up and down the street, then upwards in case-\n\nSplat!\n\nA heavy fistful of a black, tarry substance that smelled faintly of ash hit the back of his head and his shoulder as he turned, not having seen it coming at him at all. Yelling a loud expletive, he cringed in disgust, and picked up the pace. Maybe it’s time to hurry back to the hotel after all, and experience the city some other night!\n\nWithin a very few paces though, he could feel it spreading - not the inanimate motion of a thick liquid flowing, but something more like an animal slithering; his disgust turned quickly to panic, what was lurking in this stuff?! He started trying to scrape it off hurriedly, stopping his near-jog and ducking off the smaller street into a side alley to try and get this stuff off him.\n\nIt was burning his skin somehow too!\n\n…But his fingers seemed unable to scrape at it much, in fact he seemed to be scraping his own skin more than the goo, and doing little more than coating his fingers in the stuff. But as he withdrew his fingers to try and inspect the stuff more closely, his fingernails looked much sharper, the fingers longer than his brain said they should be. Unbidden, and despite the disgust, all the temporarily forgotten fantasies about goo-creatures and transformation were back in the forefront of Alex’s mind, surging with sudden confused, fantastical hope as he scraped at the goo on his hand to find his skin stained an off-blue colour, and feeling strange, thick… leathery…\n\nAnd then, he realised, he could feel… It.\n\n******************************************************************\n\nDeep inside his head, almost like a stray thought of his own, Alex sensed its short life had been hard. It had no name; it just wanted to try and hide, and it was desperate, weak, ailing. Humans were not its preferred hosts; the mental image of a stocky, powerful gargoyle flashed through its, and thus Alex’s, thoughts. Relaxing, like a thought of home. It was a creature without a form of its own, and it needed to borrow another body to live. A gargoyle body was what it needed; but a human would, just about, do, like meagre gruel to avert starvation.\n\nWithin seconds the thoughts were almost a suffocating, cloying, paralysing force that prevented Alex forming any intent, any plan; and he senses that it wants to control him. Maybe just for a while; maybe just until it’s healed. But it expects a fight, it knows how to fight this internal battle for control, having done so many times before.\n\nPush through a tactile, and pheromonal, mush of sensations to confuse and disorient for a few crucial moments. Pierce the skin, make for the heart, let the blood spread its essence quickly through the body, all the faster when the terrified host’s bloodstream filled with epinephrine; push through the blood-brain barrier, reinforce its control, build defences, and try to weather the storm of its host’s mental struggles.\n\nBut Alex also sensed… confusion, from it. No host had ever had even a hint of a positive reaction, before… no interest in the changes wrought by its merging with them, no wonder at what the sensations might be. Perhaps the smooth head, the lack of that obstructing hair, had made its contact with him easier, given him less time to panic and fight back… but no, it could sense that wasn’t it, at least not all of it.\n\nSuddenly it had an option. A path of least resistance; not something it had encountered before. It was suddenly out of its depth - was this a good idea? Perhaps it shouldn’t change a strategy that had worked so often.\n\nBut it was weakened, in danger, desperate. Maybe this was… what it needed. It wanted hope, it wanted to be hidden; maybe a human less willing to fight - maybe even willing to comply without a fight! - could be its saviour.\n\nThe image floods Alex’s mind, a specific gargoyle; slim but powerfully built, red scaled and white-haired, clad only in a loincloth. It was an image that dripped with threat, of danger. A pursuer, who was seeking to trap it, destroy it. Nearby. Danger.\n\nIt was an offer, though. A request; it was not used to communicating, it was not… good at it. But it wanted Alex to help it, at least to not fight it while it took control. Maybe if Alex was unwilling after all, it would just flee, and try to find a host with a… more familiar response. If he was willing maybe they could… help each other somehow?\n\nIt hesitantly tried releasing Alex from its paralysing mental vice-grip, letting him form thoughts more coherently… he’d need to agree…\n\n\n******************************************************************\n\nThe confusing fog, the pressure of thoughts-not-his-own flowing through his head, abated, and Alex’s body un-froze abruptly, almost collapsing down the alley wall to his knees. It was still hard to think… a single frontal cortex was a poor piece of hardware for two consciousnesses, but there were a lot of potent desires starting to bubble in Alex’s reptillian hindbrain; an area that the goo-creature never liked to inhabit, sensing that the subconscious desires within were something primal, icky, beneath it somehow. It just preferred to ignore it all…\n\nAlex formed a want; hazy, testing the waters, scarcely believing any of this was happening - some dickhead must’ve just served him magic mushrooms on a pizza as a joke, or something - but still, why not go with the flow for now..?\n\nHe reached up, grabbing a fistful of the gelatinous mass that still sat on his shoulder, trying to push itself through his clothes. Now that he was asking for it to cooperate, and the creature was asking the same of him, he found it easy to scoop up a lump of the mass; he sensed its discomfort as a linking tendril was stretched thin when Alex pulled his handful away from the main mass.\n\nIt didn’t quite know what he intended, didn't understand the mental images; it was out of its depth. Alex hardly did himself either, as he pulled open the waistband of his pants and underwear, and upended the goop onto his already tumescent groin, groping himself and rubbing it into his flesh, wondering how much it might change him.\n\nHe could live with it if it’s just a coat of scales that might form, but what if it was more..? The mental image it had pushed at him, the white haired gargoyle, reminded him of his own similar persona, maybe he could have a cock like that… be like that, even..! It was.. All of it was… a hot idea…\n\nAs the burning sensation started on his shaft and balls as well - the sensitive skin magnifying the painful feeling - he started wondering if he should regret it. But he tried to push through it…when would a chance like this happen again, after all?!\n\nIt felt unsure what its host was doing; but there was such a richness of blood vessels in that area, it was so much easier to penetrate the body. And such a richness of nerve endings that the sensation was almost incapacitating for the host. But for all that this might be useful to know in future, it didn’t understand why its new host would be doing this to himself.\n\nBut the mental images it could sense were strong and clear; of something other than the organ that already lay between the human’s legs, something larger and more bestial, more sensitive, more… appealing?\n\nThe primal feeling of attraction to the thought was alien to this alien creature, but the feeling of pleasure, anticipation, from these thoughts of strange, bestial, even feral creatures that flashed through its host’s mind was clear. This was something quite novel to it.\n\nIt began to feel ever more uncomfortable, hot, strangely… desirous of something, some primal need leaking from its host. Something that did make it curious… Perhaps it should have explored this subconscious aspect of humans more often. But perhaps it wouldn’t have been able to interpret this without a cooperative host like this.\n\nIt flowed more around Alex’s head as the human clutched at his burning, aching crotch, grunting in discomfort and wondering if his idea had been such a good one after all. It pushed one tendril gently over the upper lip, under the nose; maybe it could try something subtler from pheromones, too? It had had to experiment with those at first, and gotten some strange and mixed reactions at times, but…\n\nAlex’s nostrils filled with a strange melange of scents, before finally settling into something more like… tobacco smoke, and old leather. Something that made him feel hornier, starting to tip that burning pain into something more like… pleasurable anticipation… he wondered what the creature might change him into, possibilities and mental images of past scalesonas flooded his lust-addled head.\n\nThe creature… seemed scared, though. It wasn’t intended for humans, of course; simply to survive in a human host, it had to cause some alterations, add in some magickal strand that it could feed from, hence the changes that Alex had started to experience. But too much meant it couldn’t hide any more, and that was lethally dangerous to it.\n\nIt didn’t… want to keep changing Alex, but…\n\nIt sensed Alex’s fixation, at least on the image of the larger, meatier, monstrous organ that had led Alex to rub it over his shaft, and sensed that it would need to give him something, this at least… but it would need to bargain, compromise. Yes… when its host regained his senses…\n\nAnd so it pushed in; connected with itself inside Alex’s body; and began something new - trying to make specific changes, localised, but more extreme than it had dared try before. Maybe it could even…\n\nIt tried shifting its approach, trying to stop its aggressive sloughing off of the outer skin, and the layering of the lower layers of skin into thicker, leathery keratinous hide and scale, stopped simply bombarding nerve endings with chaotic sensation and tried something more modulated, slower…\n\nAlex gave a gasp of relief as the burning sensations started to ease, a feeling more like a vigorous massage, a gentler touch rather than a chemical injury. His changed hands stayed groping, a little feebly, at his shaft; he felt desperate for more, but the newly unfamiliar structure, the feeling of trying to jointly control his body with another presence inhabiting him, was becoming too confusing, his motions lacked coordination and coherence…\n\nIt sensed his desire though, the mental image of hands pumping at his length, the primal stab of desire for something amazing to happen… and, curious, sensing that this might be some powerful new avenue for manipulating humans in future, it began to stretch itself, shake itself and rub, along the length, trying at first to aid Alex’s fumbling stimulations, but quickly sensing his pleasure or discomfort at particular motions and narrowing in on those that felt good…\n\nAlex groaned, dropping to all fours now as the goop wrapped around his shaft and started gently rubbing, teasing, exploring him. The sensations and the need were already overwhelming but he didn’t want to cum so quickly, this had barely started… it’d better have barely started, anyway!\n\nFor it, this was a new sensation; their mental connection was tenuous and loose, as it warily circled a host who it remained unsure of the intentions of. But its biology was not made with the capacity for sexual pleasure, it had not even tried using any part of its hosts like this, considering such things to be primal, animal urges, beneath it.\n\nBut now, pushed into it reluctantly as part of this unexpected bargain, this was… good.\n\nIt could sense Alex’s body on a level Alex himself was unaware of; could feel the pulsing muscles in his abdomen, the faint electrical disturbance as nerve signals bounced around between organs, responding to the pumping of his cock; it had little idea what would happen when those signals reached a crescendo but it could sense that they were doing just that, and could sense from Alex’s thoughts that it was what the human craved feeling, the source of that primal desire.\n\nSo it… didn’t want to just allow that quite so straightforwardly, it wanted to experience this new, pleasurable sensation. It dampened the nerve impulses, prodded and disrupted the muscle fluctuations… slowed the progression, stopping when it sensed discomfort, it didn’t want to stop, just… prolong. Its motions along the shaft slowed, too, and it let itself work the changes, even the more painful elements, a little more quickly, disguising it less. The peak stayed resolutely at bay, within easy reach, teasing…\n\nIts thoughts nestled ever closer to Alex’s, its own forming intentions flowing more freely into its host. Its desire for exploration, its surprise, the novelty of finding not simply a host willing not to fight, but a host willing to teach it all these… new things, new feelings, new approaches.\n\nIt was scared of where all this might lead, but it was too caught up in the moment to resist trying for… just a little more… Alex’s thoughts increasingly flowed back into it as well, and this too was a novelty for it. It had never tried to experience a host before, just trap and observe; it was far more confusing to it now than it had expected.\n\nAlex could feel as the skin on his cock loosened and pulled back, exposing a thicker length with an increasing swelling near the base, around which the skin tightened delightfully then slid behind, to form a scaly sheath; the tip flared out into a flatter head, something more like a horse’s, growing in length as the corrupting goop slowly slid into it, the alien creature feeling the pleasure almost as intensely as Alex himself…his balls swelled, hair follicles falling empty and filling in with scale as his scrotum sagged lower under the weightier contents.\n\nAlex grunted with pleasure, the new larger organ giving so much more raw area for sensation, the goo still on the surface turning to a delightful lubricant as he tried to grope at himself again, pushing through the confusing fug of shared-sensation-thought, but finding the layer of goop was thick enough to dampen the sensation of stroking himself…\n\nHe reached up instead to his ears, his nose, his forearms, rubbing at the other subtly changing parts of his body. He could sense how the creature had tried to make the sensations more pleasing, less painful, and it was working, his whole upper body was thrumming with pleasurable sensations, which were spreading as the goop slid gradually down his legs to his feet. He could feel the points of sharper teeth in his mouth, the strange pain of a forming horn poking his scalp from the inside, the point that his ear had started to form into. Was his face more stretched out than before..?\n\nMore.\n\nIt had intended to stop here, to give the human this one thing he wanted, that was the bargain wasn’t it? It was time to go, to hide away, to work out what to do next. Maybe it could even stay around this human, if he was a willing assistant, perhaps there were new paths open that were never there before…\n\nBut the closer it wrung itself into Alex’s increasingly lust-driven thoughts, the less clear it became what it should be doing. They both wanted, needed, this…\n\nBut it would be hard to hide! Impossible! Dangerous! But it would feel so good…\n\nIts control slipped, or perhaps it succumbed to temptation leaking from Alex; and Alex’s upper body started to expand. With the way his nerve endings were being carefully modulated, it felt strangely like his whole torso was getting erect, like his growing muscles and new skin were as tender and sensitive and pleasing as his cockhead felt..!\n\nMore, his reptilian hindbrain urged. Bigger muscles, thicker scales, a long tail, horns, meaty paws and sharp claws, yessss…He grunted in pleasure, then more deliberately grunted and groaned again, relishing the strange deeper rumble in his larger chest - more bestial, almost a growl…\n\nNo, no, it thought, this should stop, have to blend in, have to hide… but as the seams started to tear on Alex’s shirt, the bulkier frame within starting to tear out, it found that it couldn’t stop. Or didn’t want to. This felt too good, amazingly good, it never knew it, or humans, could feel this good…! How far could it reshape a human form, it had never dared try, always too drained by the struggle for mental control, but here, now, it wasn’t struggling for control, just struggling to entwine itself, to feel the blissful feelings, sink into them and enjoy what its host was teaching it…\n\n“…are you okay? You’re hurt, let me help…” came a voice from behind him; and as Alex turned his startled, changing head, he saw the red-scaled gargoyle with the white hair dropping into the alleyway.\n\nBrooklyn, it knew. Danger.\n\nConflicting responses rushed through both Alex and the creature. Panic and embarrassment at being caught in an intimate moment; panic and fear at being caught in a vulnerable moment; the confusion as the two similar thoughts clashed, almost merging but bouncing apart as the momentary gestalt sensation of synchronous pleasure fell away.\n\nYet it didn’t feel weak any more; the changes to its new host were like a breath of fresh air after almost suffocating, or a taste of fresh-baked bread in the midst of starvation. Alex’s mental images were of strength, power, desire… and so it felt stronger, more powerful, too…\n\nTheir response was instinctive and unanimous, Alex’s clawed hand lashing out toward the approaching gargoyle as if throwing something; and the goop subtly layered into his changing flesh spat itself out, a fine web of tendrils encasing the startled gargoyle before he could realise that this wasn’t an injured human bystander.\n\nAt the last moment, the gargoyle saw it coming, and tried to leap aside; a tendril snagged a claw, and he fell heavily to the ground, scrambling onto all fours to leap further away and out of reach, but the tendrils reacted fast, wrapping him like a blanket, pinning his wings and arms, holding him fast.\n\nAlex sensed the goo-creature’s surprise; it really was stronger, or perhaps it had weakened and injured the gargoyle more than it had realised. Either way, he wasn’t able to struggle free as easily this time.\n\nIt wanted to flee, quickly. Hide. The urge was strong.\n\nBut as Alex stood, balancing awkwardly with his shoes feeling far tighter than they should, and having to resist an urge to walk on tiptoe, there were…. Other urges that were starting to come to the fore.\n\nAlex cast a lecherous gaze over the young gargoyle, the lithe but well muscled body was hot. Through the goo-creature he could feel what the gargoyle’s skin was like, could sense his breathing and his heartbeat… the shape of his form, even under the loincloth that concealed his groin from view. He could even sense its memories of Brooklyn’s innermost thoughts, a strange, hostile intimacy that immediately overpowered many of the roiling fantasies that this strange creature’s playing with him had been prompting. He wondered what that maw might feel like on his changed shaft, how those claws and paws might feel rubbing over his changing body, wanted to feel the heat of the gargoyle’s tailhole enveloping him…\n\nIt recoiled from the thoughts, this was a dangerous enemy, to hide from! Or maybe, just maybe, to kill… what were these thoughts from his host?!\n\n“Whoever you are, fight it!” Brooklyn shouted, moments before quailing away from the strangely predatory gaze from this part-changed human. He tried again. “I fought it and beat it, it’s tough but you have to try! I have a friend, Eliza, she’ll know what to do…”\n\nThe goo-tendril had wrapped around Brooklyn’s snout and pulled it shut, muffling him, before it realised that it hadn’t been intending to do that; Alex’s thought had pushed it to move. It was startled; it seemed that cooperating had some… drawbacks. It took a lot of its mass and energy and focus to keep the strong gargoyle pinned, and that left its host… with a lot more influence than it had expected.\n\nAlex started to walk toward the prone gargoyle, and it tried to urge him not to, they had to incapacitate him and leave! It started to promise more, it’d change him more, however he wanted, as long as they left now… but, having entwined itself so closely in the throes of their brief bliss, it found that the strange thoughts of fucking were enticing. A gravity to them, taking effort to resist…\n\nAlex’s head filled with fantasy images; almost pushed towards it as if it were a question. Could the goo sink into Brooklyn too, control him, change him maybe?\n\nIt had already tried all of this. The gargoyle scales were harder for it to pierce; it couldn’t control two hosts at once; Brooklyn had already defeated it and knew how to fight it. This couldn’t work.\n\nBut the insistent fantasies were pushing it to think of new approaches, new directions, new opportunities. All that pleasure had come from… some sort of injector-organ. If the gargoyle’s hide were pierced some other way… and he didn’t exactly need to control two hosts… Even stranger new concepts flooded it. Training, corrupting, making the gargoyle want to help and even obey without the goo needing to be there, forcing him to do it all the time.\n\nAlmost shyly, confused, it shared its mental inventory of Brooklyn’s mind with Alex. Maybe it shouldn’t be trusting, this new host was… confusing. But felt so good, so right…\n\nBrooklyn was straight, that much was clear; the word meant little to it, other than that the gargoyle would fight back, which it already knew. But Brooklyn wanted things… community, exploration, a way to blend into this new human world and just live it, not to preserve ancient ways that had died out centuries ago. He wanted to ride motorcyles and dress in those strange protective clothes, smoke those tobacco sticks and travel this strange land. He liked…\n\nThe forming snout twisted in a slight grin. Brooklyn liked leather, a stray recollection the goo-creature picked up of the gargoyle having to adjust his loincloth trying on a biker jacket for the first time. So the gargoyle did have some… useful… desires…\n\nAlex’s cock bobbed as he walked, a little uncertainly, around the confused but increasingly frightened red gargoyle; in the air he could smell his new musk, smoky and leathery… perfect!\n\nHis cock throbbed as he got around behind the restrained Brooklyn, the sensation strange as the length of tendrils spooled back into his arm and slid under his flesh now that he was standing much closer. If he were bigger, stronger, he could restrain Brooklyn with his own two hands…\n\nThe thought was powerfully arousing, and he felt his shirt creak, then tear further as the changes started again, this time at his own bidding, the goo-creature compliant and even eager to feel where this might go. Strange bony protrusions caught in and then tore the cloth as the tips of forming wing-fingers started to emerge from his back, finally sending the shirt fluttering in pieces to the ground. His pants began to strain as a tail slowly slipped from the base of his spine, new bone being woven into place under the flesh; and once again it felt like his whole body were immersed in sexual fire!\n\nUnable to resist any longer, whole body quivering with the urgent need, he grabbed Brooklyn’s tail and pulled it upward, enjoying the feeling of it trying to writhe out of his, and the tendrils’, grip. He squatted behind the gargoyle, whose struggles increased as he realised what the aroused, changing creature was thinking; his flat cockhead pressed hard at the subtle cleft in the scales beneath Brooklyn’s tail, and pushed.\n\nBrooklyn’s muffled yells echoed around the alleyway as his tailhole started to give way, and admit the intruder. His tail thrashed, momentarily twisting free of Alex’s grip, and wrapped around the powerful arm, trying to constrict and push him away.\n\nAlex grunted with surprise as the sensation of the pulling on his changing arm as it inflated with powerful muscle, felt far too good, better than they should, almost like it was his dick being tugged! The goo-creature had halted its efforts to simply keep him on the edge, its focus was elsewhere; and he slid over the precipice of pleasure almost at once.\n\nHe started to emit a deep growl as he came, and the goo-tendrils quivered around the struggling Brooklyn as the goo-creature shared in his pleasure. Almost rushing back to entwine itself, pushing deeper, burying itself in his stream of consciousness to try and experience it more, viscerally and thrillingly..!\n\nFor a long confusing moment he, and it, grappled and struggled together, not for control but more a mental writhing in white hot bliss more intense than either could have expected.\n\nSharp clawtips slid from Alex’s shoes, and then the sole parted entirely from the shoe as large, clawed hindpaws burst through, muscular legs tearing the seams of pants and underpants, the wings starting to slip more fully formed into the open air from his back, as his changes lost their controlled edge and sped up, fuelled by and fuelling the mutual lust, increasingly bestial grunts and snarls emerging from the lengthening snout.\n\nThe goop wasn’t entirely incapacitated, though; its tendrils spend through Alex’s veins as he changed, through his prostate and testicles, letting itself be expelled into the red gargoyle’s vulnerable innards alongside a flood of cum.\n\nIt felt… good.\n\nThe pulses of orgasm faded; and he inwardly growled that that had better not be everything. He’d not done yet… he still wanted to give this hot creature a good fucking, and it wouldn’t be over until Brooklyn was begging for more…\n\nBut this time it didn’t entirely feel like it responded to the thought, and he… it… they, realised, that there… seemed to be fewer barriers now. Stuck together, enmeshed somehow, the boundaries increasingly unclear.\n\nIt was scary, new, for them both. But it felt astounding.\n\nHis body was more responsive now, more malleable, a greater level of awareness and control in himself now; he chose to remain hard, to push his organs to start refilling, to push on through, to make ready to breed. Properly. Like the monstrous creature he was blissfully becoming.\n\nWith a powerful claw, he grabbed at the restrained red gargoyle’s head, marvelling at how much bigger he’d become, he felt amazing and powerful and potent as he pulled Brooklyn back bodily, sinking the gargoyle onto his rock-hard member rather than moving himself an inch.\n\nBrooklyn grunted and groaned, muffled but sounding humiliated and defeated. Deep inside though, the tendrils began to spread out, seeking the analogs to the organs it…he… they were now more familiar with from their once-human source. Prodding and pressing, gradually pushing the protesting body into a response.\n\nAs Brooklyn’s shaft began to stir his muffled groans and yelps started to turn softer, more to confused whimpers, not understanding why his body was reacting this way as the large, burly gargoyle behind him shook off the increasingly scrappy clothing from his growing frame, and started to slowly thrust in and out of Brooklyn, not concerned with being gentle but more with finding a posture, a pace, that worked better for him as he changed, working towards his fulfilment.\n\nThe teenager grunted, gritted his teeth with each thrust of the shaft into his body. The intrusion felt bigger with each thrust, plunging his untouched depths. The goo and cum sliding around in his backside eased the journey somewhat, and the gargoyle was able to stuff more of himself inside with the lubrication – but this body was clearly not trained to take such an intrusion. The long, too-long shaft plunged within him and forced the delicate rim to stretch lewdly around it. Brooklyn let out an undignified, choked sob, before quickly muffling himself. This boy could take pain; he’d fought plenty of times to defend himself and his clan. No, these unbidden tears must have come from the overwhelm. There was just so much shaft shoved into those guts, and the medial ring hadn’t even pressed against that tailhole yet. The stretch of the rim, of that delicate flower of muscles around the entrance, that must have hurt, but Brooklyn’s true problem was that his body just didn’t know how to handle inch after inch of raw meat shoved into his ass. He panted with the exertion of it.\n\nThe goo sought new points of ingress to warp the gargoyle. They sought out Brooklyn's pleasure centers and pounded against those, and even as the gargoyle whimpered and cried, the goo could detect increasing levels of pheromonal arousal. The teenager couldn't help himself – Brooklyn was like an open book with the squeezes of his ass, and the unprompted spurts of precum onto the alley ground as his virginity was ripped away. Soon, Brooklyn would be ready to have his mouth untethered, to force him to make ungodly noises as the predator became the prey.\n\nBrooklyn whined and tried to claw his way towards the city lights at the end of the alley. The city was still bustling at that time of night. It caused problems when he was seen by humans, but that was an acceptable risk if he could squirm away. He reached for a dumpster, and tried to use it to leverage himself off the shaft. Maybe someone could see him, scream out, and force the creature away.\n\nAlex grabbed him firmly. He wrapped a second hand around the 19-year-old, pressing down on the wing to make his sleeve groan in pain, that tensing in his prey adding just the right amount of pressure on his cock. The medial ring slipped in and out, half of the mutant's growing length now slotted into his target. He forced the boy back, dragging him further into the darkness and away from those lights at the end of the alleyway.\n\nThe scent was getting stronger. The heady aroma of leather and smoke, a boiling inferno that overpowered the city air. The dull scents of food and grease and garbage got overpowered by a raw musk that hung thick in the air around Brook.\n\nThey needed more cum inside the boy. They needed to change him further, and they could intuit that if one dose of cum let them have such a major effect on Brooklyn's vulnerable parts, more could only intensify the effect. They immediately got to work, the goo ramping up production for a second load and Alex worked himself luxuriously into the red gargoyle. Alex slid his long shaft repeatedly into the kid's belly. He was impressed the whelp had managed to just keep to one sob from having all of this shoved inside him. That flat, flared head rearranging his guts had no magical qualities – Brooklyn's body would be reshaped with good old fashioned physical training.\n\nAlex roared in the alleyway, and it startled passersby at the far end of the blind alley who picked up their pace. He pumped another slurry of combined cum and goo into Brooklyn's guts. The muffled yelps, the squirming, the way that red tail writhed in the air as Brook tried to get away, all of it added to the soup of pleasure around his cock. Brooklyn crawled at the ground, desperately grabbing for bits of paper and loose pebbles, anything to try to get away from another load. The knot throbbed, still outside the boy's rim, as it fed cum into that backside. Veins pumped and balls churned. Wet slop, their combined goop fed into the walls and began its work.\n\nThey felt a thrill of taking, of stealing and reducing another being for their own whims. They gripped more tightly around the head, and they squeezed around Brooklyn's wing too. Both hands remained on his form now, to drag him backwards and make the proud gargoyle submit to his whims.\n\nThe tendrils of goop fed into Brooklyn's backside, now able to reach into his belly and even the base of his esophagus. The gargoyle felt overfull. The connection, the very light threading that could occur now that Brooklyn had been overfilled, granted the combined creature new data. They could feel some of Brooklyn's basic emotional state – that sad, helpless side that wanted to simply slump against the concrete and tune it all out. That bestial, animal side, that raged against the creature on his back, that wanted to be freed from this immediately! The horniness, the physical desires that were being directly, manipulatively pumped into him via massaging of his prostate. And the confusion that caused in the teenager, unsure of where these emotions were coming from or why he would feel good about this at all.\n\nThe duo felt the surge in power. They knew they could now reshape Brooklyn's body; they could alter his image, or at least ease the tension inside his body to make it easier to thrust into him. Every thrust was a battle, a war to stuff more into the boy from how tight that tailhole was. They chose not to change a thing. The red external form of the gargoyle was already perfect. Alex himself was now built upon it – an improvement, an evolution. It would have felt wrong to discard the original mold.\n\nBut so too were the internals so important to the whole. To relieve the pressure around his cock would have detracted from his own pleasure. He thrust roughly into Brooklyn, elicited another sob, just at the thought of making such a wrong choice. They could smell the fear on Brooklyn, the discontent. They could have changed that – could have altered the insides to be more pliable, to remove some of that pressure and pain. But that relief was something the gargoyle needed to earn. Once they’d added this creature to their collection – and they were sure, now, that it would be a collection, a vast and grand collection composed of all of Alex’s friends and anyone else he deemed worthy of tending to his needs – Brooklyn would have plenty of time to train.\n\nTo learn to slowly, agonizingly, spread his pucker over that flared cockhead.\n\nTo willingly grip his ass cheeks, and pry himself open as he sobbed.\n\nTo sink himself onto the knot, yelping, crying, looking with wide and broken eyes up at his new clan leader.\n\nTo be as hard as a rock the whole time. To do it of his own volition, to want it more than anything in the world. To identify with the act completely – of sheathing his daddy’s cock down his throat or into his backside.\n\nAlex could show him that path. As the tendrils reached into Brooklyn’s mind, they extended too into his intestines, his belly, his esophagus. They even tickled the back of his throat and made him gag, the goo freely pouring from the tip of Alex’s cock. They drowned the prostate, flowing freely into Brooklyn’s veins, to spread along his pleasure centers and set them alight. The goo didn’t remove the pain or alter Brooklyn’s already perfect form in any way. But it did tweak the receptors inside, the tiny cells on the villi, the broad surfaces of the intestinal epithelium, to crave his touch. Brooklyn’s throat gulped at nothing, at the empty space where a cock should have been, as these new desires for pressure were implanted into his body. His thoughts couldn’t be changed, but the raw needs of his body could be adjusted.\n\nBrooklyn rubbed his belly absently, distended with semen as it was. His cock jumped below him. It was like his own length's pleasure was directly tied to the stomach – just rubbing against it almost caused him to cum. He quickly released it, tempted to keep rubbing but knowing he'd be lost if he kept indulging these animal pleasures. He clutched at the ground to ground himself before slipping too far.\n\nAlex gave him no such relief. The goo hold on his mouth unleashed, finally allowing Brooklyn a chance to shout for help. His first shout was mangled as the beast shoved a thumb into his mouth, and ground a meaty pad along his gums. The goo-goyle's hand was large enough to clasp around Brooklyn's whole head now, to easily hold it while toying with his tongue and gums like this. He shoved the tongue down, even delicately, teasingly toyed with the edge of the tongue with his thumb claw.\n\nBrooklyn's smaller cock spurted onto the ground. Just a brush against his gums, of his vulnerable jaw, snapped an orgasm out of his balls. A second shout died in his throat, replaced by a mangled, confused moan. His body had never felt like this before. The thumb was so quickly taken away from his gums, and the moan transformed unwillingly into a whine as his orgasm quickly tapered off. No touch, no sensation. Like taking a hand off your cock just as it goes over the edge, ruining it. He panted, tried to get his mind back on track, but rough thrusting into his backside prevented him from focusing. The monster timed the thrusts to his breaths, jamming in and slamming the knot against his rim each time he was about to recover. Brooklyn's legs shook, his will crumbling.\n\nThe scent was inescapable now. So much musk came off the creature plowing into him, Brooklyn couldn't even smell the streets that he'd become so familiar with. Everything was that acrid smoke, the savoury musk of male that usually meant he needed to clean his loincloth. He coughed, eyes watering from that heady musk alone.\n\nAnd that’s when the tendrils started to convey their message. The goo reached into his mind, conveying Alex’s will into Brooklyn, tempting him. With each thrust, that dragged Brooklyn’s knees against the rough city floor, more images flooded into his mind. Impossible images of beasts, dragons, monsters sprawled out with their cocks displayed.\n\nImages of Alex’s new body from every possible angle: his wide tail, his broad wings, standing and smoking stoically as he gazed over the city. And Brooklyn beside him. Riding a motorcycle together, the red gargoyle clutching to his back. Brooklyn smoking a cigar for the first time, coughing, looking sheepish as he handed it back to his leader. The two fighting alongside each other, tossing enemies away with ease. Wrestling beasts to the ground, these horny monsters dominated, made to submit to Alex’s whims.\n\nAlex shared images of what it would look like to gaze up at the batlike visage, that ripped belly and chest all Brooklyn could feel as he choked himself on cock. The phantom sensation of the flare plunging into his throat, tapping into his stomach. He could feel… adoration. Crowds of women and men who thought Brooklyn was the coolest for having such a badass leader. Hordes of admirers who looked at them in their stone forms, with Brooklyn lodged onto Alex’s lap through the day, cum dribbling from his lips in a fountain. They didn’t point and laugh – they admired it. They looked at how much he was taking, and they commented on how brave and manly he must be to fit so much inside him. So many female gargoyles that wanted to take his eggs, to be his mate, and all because he’d shown how resilient he was at taking his leader’s cock.\n\nHe must have been so strong, to spend the whole day with a beast like that inside him. So confident, to sit with his legs spread open so everyone could witness their coupling.\n\nBrooklyn shook his head, trying to reject the thoughts being pumped into his brain. But every time the thumb brushed against his gums, or his wing got squeezed in a painful way, or the knot pounded against his rim, it became a little easier to believe in the lies. He even saw painted fantasies of his old clan congratulating him, Goliath shaking his hand and giving him permission to serve his new clan leader. Maybe some of the younger would follow his lead, try a new way to befriend and merge with humanity.\n\nAnd best of all, you’ll be hard the whole time. Loincloth always tented as you crave the next breeding. Sheepishly grinning as you flirt with the ladies, so confident as you burp up a load of my seed.\n\n“Please, stop…” Brooklyn whispered.\n\nDon’t you want human friends? To be admired by them? To learn to be a modern leader, from someone just as strong and cool as your… Goliath? I know everything there is about being human… I can share that with you. You can be stronger than either of us.\n\n“No…!”\n\nDon’t you want to cum?\n\nBrooklyn's tail twitched. “Nnn… I… no… no…!” he whimpered unconvincingly. But his body betrayed him. His tail wrapped tightly around Alex’s midsection, grasping him in a mating hug. He pulled the gargoyle closer, holding onto the beast like a liferaft in a stormy ocean. Brooklyn's toes curled, and he weakly shoved himself against his leader's knot.\n\nThey grinned. This would work. A few nights of this, with unlimited stamina, and they'd have the teenager completely broken. It helped that the goo could feed upon the youth's vitality, both of them stronger when plunged into this gargoyle. Alexander ground his knot against the opening, against that delicate rim. He spoke, his voice a low, booming growl. “Tell me what you want, pup.”\n\nBrooklyn shuddered. He wriggled back against the knot, wanted it to just shove inside already. He needed it inside to stay sane – the tension on the rim boiled his mind in a sea of pain and unnatural pleasure. Just pop it in, just shove against that new, inner button that this beast had discovered in him. But every time his weak thrusts got close to getting Alex's knot to pop inside.\n\n“Tell me.”\n\n“Please don’t…!”\n\nHis head was yanked back, that knot grinding against his rim like a mortar and pestle. “Tell me!”\n\nBrooklyn sobbed, panting, claws dug into the concrete. It was an ugly cry, shuddering as he plied himself back. “To cum! Please let me cum!” he pleaded pathetically.\n\nAlex laughs, deep and dark like the shadows of the night. The goo feels so close now, so intertwined with his mind. The distance between the two is so thin, a leaky membrane only barely holding back a dam. That slime has so deeply intertwined with his mind, high on the acts of pleasure, that it feels like just one more shove could destroy them both. The two of them approach that precipice together, huffing, grinding against their prey.\n\nThe goo and the human leapt together. They destroyed the boundary willingly, and slammed in their knot. He roared his pleasure to the night, as loud and clear as a jet engine, shaking the broad skyscrapers of the city. He ferally humped into that tight backside, twisting his knot in Brooklyn’s depths, as his new knot throbbed within those confines. Rich, corruptive seed flooded into the red gargoyle; Alex’s over productive balls tensed, squeezed together to push the freshest cum-goo deep into the kid’s body. His hands gripped too tightly, hurting the gargoyle beneath him, making him squeal as the elder seeds every remaining, virginal inch within him.\n\nBrooklyn came all over the ground like the weak little gargoyle he is. He coughed up cum as it blasted through him, bulging out his throat and slamming down on his tongue. Alex blasted the teenager’s mind with his desire, flooded it with visions of him as the leader, as the daddy, as the commander that Brook must obey. They weren’t necessary: Brooklyn was already heaving and defeated, panting, eyes watering from exertion as the fight leaves his body. He could feel the course of his life changing, his dreams and ambitions shattered as he could only think of the massive cock breeding him in this dank alleyway.\n\nAlex sat back, and the knot dragged Brooklyn onto his lap. Alex’s strength meant he could crouch with Brooklyn’s full weight hanging on his cock, wrapping his arms around the gargoyle’s midsection to support him. The boy whimpered and his tears flowed as freely as his drooling cum onto the ground. The knot inside him ground out the semen like glue squeezed from a bottle, splattering wasted onto the pavement.\n\n“Please let me go home…” he whimpered as he sat on Alex’s lap. He thought of his home, his family, his… his prior leader. He couldn’t bare to face Goliath like this. It wouldn’t feel right anymore. Alex was so powerful, so overwhelming… Until he grew stronger, he would have to obey the whims of his new leader. Couldn’t bear the shame of his old friends seeing him in such a diminished state – and yet, he wanted nothing more than to see them again, just to be held by them, to make this night go away. His hindpaws cupped around the sack producing all the semen pumping into him. He didn’t mean to, but it just felt natural to perch on them like the ledge of a building, to feel them pumping another load into him. The balls feel so warm compared to the cold ground of New York. He hiccupped, and cum bubbled out of his nose and his beak.\n\nThe gargoyle grinned, petting over his prize’s cum inflated belly and making him shudder and whine. “No.” It was still early in the evening. And Brooklyn… the Brooklyn his old clan knew? He would never see home again.\n\nBy the time the next sun rose, the boy would be perched on his lap, facing the city from a rooftop ledge. His stony visage would be bared to all to see, tearstains marking the stony cheeks, his cock jutted into the daylight air. Exposed, as his stomach bulged with stony seed, the white liquid still dripping from his mouth as a clutch swirled inside him. And Alex would have all day in his new form, basking in the sunlight, his cock hard as stone within the first of his harem. They didn’t need to rape this boy – didn’t need to take him for their own. They could have just left.\n\nThe irreparably merged duo would sleep contentedly in the daylight’s rays, knowing they made the better choice."
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