Demonic Motorcycle

The skies were dark with thick clouds. Clouds had been threatening to rain all day. Classes had ended early, giving even more time to the long weekend. Big parties were planned but nothing had broken yet. The streets were lined with freshmen from college going towards to the store to get what they needed to make it through the coming excitement. Scott had just finished meeting with some friends to grab alcohol for later, and at that time he was going home, nearby south Seattle pouring rain. As Scott moved through the narrow streets, he saw a secluded dealership with every kind of car, bike, and scooter imaginable were displayed, outside the shop and inside. It was a small dealership, hidden close to his home, he just never had seen it before.

The dealership was dry and inviting, especially as the water came down harder than Scott had never seen before. A TV in the back showed a newscast about the sudden severity of the storm but how it was moving over the area quickly. As Scott looked around, though, it felt as if he was already in an oasis. The sleekest sports cars, the toughest trucks, the most advanced motorcycles... The best of the best were all around him, glittering in metal flake paint and chrome, in spinner hubcaps or classic models. There was a strange atmosphere around the place, a compelling one. It was almost electric.

Scott nodded to the salesperson, who glared at him because he was just carrying a pair of jeans and a shirt. This was not the attire of the clientele, especially when none of his clothing were from reputable brands. Trying to duck away from the odd looks, he maneuvered into a side room in search of a bathroom to dry off in. Instead he discovered something possessing such beauty that he couldn't help but stare.

The motorcycle was unreal and so unique, with two wheels paired up at the front and one at the back, narrow and slit-like headlights, built of black stainless steel and chrome details. The engine was larger than any other bike he had ever seen with four exhaust pipes at the back. Nonetheless, the motorcycle was sleek and agile. Scott moved closer to examine the carefully contoured seat. The handlebars contorted and twisted on themselves, taking a ribbed, bumpy shape that on a superficial look would've made them look like horns. The whole machine was large, the rider must be tall enough to reach the handlebars, the engine occupied most of the space.

"I see you have gotten up close and personal with Fenrir," a young man chuckled, rushing over. He was a guy with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. He had piercing hazel eyes which almost seemed golden in the light. He dressed in form fitting leather, he seemed a biker himself.

"So-Sorry..." Scott said voice, embarrassed if he had damaged the bike or anything of that sort. Taking another, closer, look at the man, Scott's breath hitched in his throat witch caused him to cough right about the same time a sneeze tickled his nose. He was completely soaked from being outside, and unable to find a bathroom to dry up.

"You're a right mess." The young man said, "Let's get you dry up..." The guy led Scott over to a side office, opening the door. He moved in and riffled around before he pulled out a towel.

Scott looked around the office and he saw several distinct leather riding gears that were hung on the wall, it appeared sophisticated like a piece to sale. Somewhere in his mind, Scott wondered how a sales associate could afford threads that just oozed overpriced. Looking up, he met the salesperson's gaze and grinned sheepishly. "Thanks a lot..." Scott stuck out a hand. "My name is Scott, by the way..."

"I'm Blake," he said. "And I'd be glad to help anyone who fancies my motorcycle designs." he smirked, "Do you want to test drive it?"

"You designed that bike?!" Scott said surprised. "That's downright impressive. I mean, I'd love to try it out, but there's no way I could ever afford it, I'd probably just end up wrecking it."

"It's resilient. Besides, that is the display model." Blake smiled, turning to look out of the window. The skies were still silver, but the darkest edges had already moved toward the horizon. It was enough for the bike designer to grin, "The weather's cleared up, you can go ahead... I want you to enjoy it, maybe you'll tell your rich friends." he smirked.

"Well, I mean I don't have any gear or anything either..." Scott muttered as he found himself running out of excuses.

"What sort of gear do you want?" Blake asked, gazing into Scott's eyes, practically reading his soul.

Scott shivered and licked his lips. Before he could even think, an answer spilled from his lips. "Anything that'll make me look like the bike was made for me and only for me." The words startled Scott. They didn't even sound like his own. His thoughts were crystal clear and well ordered, cutting through a lifetime of confusion. Blake grinned deeply at that, his canine teeth seeming abnormally long.

"I'll just get the gear out, I'll be back," Blake said.

In the meantime, Scott walked over to the Fenrir, Scott placed a hand on its ignition and smiled when a warmth shot up his arm. Everything seemed right, but he couldn't go not yet. He hadn't yet been approved by the designer. Well that, and he didn't have the keys. In all the excitement, the young man's inability to actually ride was replaced with a cool confidence.

Blake returned, holding in his arms what seemed to be the finest in Japanese riding leathers. Form fitting with intricate patterns. There were elements of chrome and the same black metal on the gloves, pockets, in various places. The outfit looked as though it was part of the bike. The strange designed was complete that it included feet pieces and gloves, all in one. Blake even had its helmet, it was completely black with no seam separating the visor from the rest, giving no clue where one portion ended and the next began.

"They're beautiful..." Scott whispered huskily as he picked up the leathers. Sleek and beautiful, the two pieces of protective gear exuded confidence and drew his eye towards it. Looking up at Blake hopefully, he took the pieces and retreated to the office, not even bothering to close the door.

The helmet looking at its seamless visor or at least where they were supposed to be, it seemed the helmet was looking back at him, begging for him to fill the inside. Something in him made him want to oblige it, something deep and primal. Slowly and methodically, he placed the helmet on the desk. Hastily discarding the hoodie and jeans, the excited young man looked down hesitantly before shucking his underwear as well. Looking down, he grabbed the attire and open the seam at the back of it, the interior was gooey, it pulsated and undulated, beckoning him and his body to touch it. He gripped the other side of the opening under the right shoulder blade, and pulled it open as well. Now fully open, he slowly stood up, lifting the gear up. The arms and shoulders of the suit hung limp in front of him, but the rest of the suit was exposed and ready for him.

Preparing to plunge his right foot into the leg hole, he lowered the suit to the ground slightly and pulled the opening on the back open just a little bit more. He lifted his bare leg up, balancing his weight on his left foot and allowing it to hover there momentarily over the hole. Once he felt his foot was lined up, he slowly began to lower it in. As his skin made contact with the inner membrane of the suit, he winced. It felt so warm. There was certainly a texture to it, but the flesh was soft and slimy and didn't impede him entry. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his leg into the hole. The material expanded as his foot and leg filled the cavity, sliding through with an unusual ease. Almost as soon as his foot slid into each clawed metal toes, the suit's leg began to tighten. It wasn't unpleasant, far from it, more like a strong hug than anything. Wasting no time, he quickly fed his other leg into the other hole and experienced the same tightening as before.

With both legs now firmly in, he turned his attention to the hips and crotch of the suit. It was fleshy and slimy, just like the rest of the interior. Scott noticed there was a pre-lube sheath to protect his member along with two rings beneath. The slightest touch of his cock, it encouraged it to stiff. With careful movements, the sheath was brought to the head of his cock and he began sliding in, at first it seemed tight but the lube made the motions way easier. Around the base of the sheath, there were two rings, Scott was confused for a moment before he realized it must have acted like some kind of anchor. Scott stretched the ring as much as he could before he carefully slid one testicle through it, then the other. Scott was confused for a moment before he realized it must have acted like some kind of anchor to keep the suit in place. Scott looked on his crotch from outside, and blushed. The sheath was at least twelve inch long, curved between his legs, it was covered by a black metal piece in the front.

"Gotta finish doing this," Scott said.

Scott closed the gaps by lifting the back section, he noticed the suit held his ass well, and then it all reacted. The shaft began to react and stiffen without even being touched. It stretched out longer and grew fatter, reaching full erection in a few seconds... and then surpassing it. Scott moaned softly as his cock grew wider. He fell onto his knees, letting the rest of the suit hang in front of himself as he planted both of his hands onto the floor for support. His breathing became haggard and sharp, Scott closed his eyes, groaning as his brain tingled and throbbed. On the back, the suit had built just a mound, but it continued to engorge and lengthen until it reached a length. The phallic extension undulated and pulsed in the same uncanny way until it suddenly pushed in, coasting his insides with goo. It explored the cavity, prodding against his prostate as it fed a growing alien arousal within him.

"Ahggg..." Scott moaned.

Allowing his breath to slow down a bit, he looked down at himself, the sheath curved, he had made full connection, or that's what he thought to the suit. He knew there was not going back. Still on his knees, he took a few deep breaths and held his body upright. He reached down and grabbed the shoulders of the suit and hoisted it up until it was at full height. Scott wanted it on him, every inch of him body yearned to be inside of it. It wasn't enough to wear just the lower body. He needed to be fully consumed by it, allow himself to fill it completely

Not caring about the slime or texture, he fumbled with one hand to hold up the suit so he could slip her hand into the hollow right arm. His fingers wiggled as they penetrated the narrow tube and fit snugly into the clawed digits of the glove-like hand. He only pulled the right shoulder up three quarters of the way so there was still room for his other arm, which he quickly inserted just like the other. Holding both hands up, he could feel the familiar tightening occur. He turned his hands about flexing his claws and lightly scratching the air.

Scott looked at the chest piece, he pressed it against his chest, and a feeling of little veins worming their way into the pores of his skin began to take hold. At the same time, the back of the suit began to seal up starting at the base of his spine and working its way up along the back like an organic zipper. He swayed his body from side to side as the tightening of the suit quickly moved its way up his body. Once it sealed at the base of his neck, the whole suit began to react and contract all at once. The suit bore down on his body, then his entire body ignited in pleasure. His cock broke loose from the suit emerging in front of him.

"N-nngh..." Scott couldn't help but moaning as his clawed hand started caressing the smooth, slippery surface of his new cock.

There was something different in the palm of his hands, he realized, something that allowed him for a better grip, something that was massaging the fleshy tube in all the right places. He could feel the tension rising, the pleasure spreading from his groin to his entire body like a blazing flame.

Scott fell on his knees again. Pain and pleasure blurred together into a fire that ensnared his senses. Something pumped itself into his cock, moving down his shaft and into his body, curving around inside of him, making its way to his testicles. Scott panted harder and harder, the claws were crushing the floor. More and more goo moved into his body, feeling as if there was no end in sight. Inside the human, the substance continued through all the way to the testicles, starting to snake its way through them. The creature started to change his anatomy. His testicles were reworked and rebuilt. The symbiont bonded its own DNA with the organs. While they would continue to act in a reproductive fashion, Scott would never be able to impregnate a human. He was becoming something far greater, a creator. Testosterone, adrenaline, serotonin and dopamine. Scott's body was flooded with all the chemicals to make him feel tough, eager, energetic and happy.

Blake came to the office, the dealership was already closed up, seeing Scott panting on the floor, on his calves. Scott was aiming for the helmet calling upon him, but it was useless. Blake's eyes turned solid black, his body turned, the leather on Blake's skin stretched, and turned into scales. Some of the scales were large like armor plates while others were small and tight, like grains of sand on the beach. Bones started to shift, pushing spikes through his skin, spikes that were soon coated in scales. His biceps and triceps bulged with new muscle. Thick, long claws emerged from the back of his arm, curving toward his elbow. His fingernails began pushing out from his hands, darkening to brown, then gray and finally black. The nails curved into talons.

"Ahg, so much I hate the human disguise," Blake hissed as he walked towards the helmet.

Blake grunted, the armor plates across his groin splitting as a wet gush of fluids leaked out, followed soon after by two separate shafts. The head of the shafts tapered into narrow points, and beneath the heads there were two more firm bulges on each shaft, as wide as the base of his cock heads before tapering, jutting out again as the next knot... three bumps. It was a beastly pair of shafts, both dripping with precum. The scales formed over the Blake's legs and feet in perfect harmony, though as the boots fell apart and revealed the bare feet, the toes started to take on a more wicked shape. The bones of Blake's feet crackled and popped as they started to grow, the small toe fusing into the next toe over, the center two becoming one. Three digits grew out longer than a human foot, gaining new joints. Blake's' heels honed down, narrowing into an extra digit, black claws all but exploding from the tips.

"I've longed for this for so long..." Blake whispered, "You can become one with the Fenrir... I envy you."

Blake grabbed the helmet, and moved behind him. Blake lifted the helmet above his head almost like a crown at a coronation. Blake took a slow breath, and placed it down. The helmet came to rest over Scott. He wasn't sure what to expect at first, but then there was the odd sensation of something melting over him like warm pudding. It soaked through his hair and the sides. Scott felt a tapered cock teasing his lips inside. Slowly Scott extended his tongue, stretching it to the tapered cock head before him.

"You must take it on, boy, take it and set you fate," Blake said from outside as his horns grew.

Scott thrust his head forward, his lips parting as the pointed shaft slid into his mouth. Inside the helmet, Scott began to suck and slurp, but the shaft inside pushed further. Scott worked fast to relax his throat as much as possible, bypassing his gag reflex right before it pushed further to his throat. At the same time, two tendrils moved over his ears. They slithered up the back, traced over the edge and found their way to the ear canal before they began to slink in. Inch after inch sunk down. Scott fell on the side, the gear was worming its way into Scott's body so much as his soul, letting the tendrils penetrate deeper and deeper, sliding back and forth, working deeper and deeper into him.

Inside the helmet, a rush of hot, sizzling, tingling fluid began rushing into Scott's mouth. It coursed across his tongue, the flesh spilling out much longer. It washed over his teeth, the white nubs forming into sharp, deadly fangs. As it washed into his body it was also washing into his soul, flooding its way through whatever vestiges of morality he had and filling him with a demonic thirst. Scott began gulping at the seed greedily, wanting to swallow every drop. Scott's cock started to separate from the suit itself, encased in a very wet, very lubed, very textured cock sheath. Scott's cock was tapered and ridged. The veins pulsed along the length in time with his heart. Scott was so hard, harder than ever before and so sensitive. Scott groaned from inside the helmet as the sheath.

Blake had been trying to hold back, but he couldn't, he moved onto his back, running his tongue over the rubber of Scott's suit. The demon wrapped his fingers around Scott's length, stroking it up and down, massaging the length. Blake gave Scott's ass cheek a slight slap, feeling how tough the black material was before the pointed cocks pushing between the cheeks of his ass and probed his pucker.

"You have a potent tool... You can bring yourself and others unimaginable pleasure... You can grant them the gift you've been given, or turn them into mindless slaves connected to your needs and desires. Respect your suit and your bike...," Blake said.

Hearing the Creator speak like that sent a shiver down Scott's spine. As Blake's tongue ran down his suit, the thought of an army of warriors excited him to no end. Yes, the glory of the creator must surely be known. Sensing his master's need, he grabbed leaned backwards grinding his ass into his creator's cocks. The rubber revealed his pulsating, hungry, swollen leathery black hole. It quivered with need, a need that was sinking deeper and deeper. Blake hissed in delight, bringing the head of both shafts to Scott's hole. They both seemed to compete for the space before the flesh spread, taking them both. The first part of the tiered head popped in, and then the next, and then with one final pop, countless inches slid in. In a brilliant moment of pleasure, the cocks hit Scott's prostate and sent a wave of pleasure through the young man unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Scott cried out in bliss, knowing this was what he was meant for.

Blake started sliding Scott up and down like a sex toy, letting the human ride the huge cocks... each thrust taking a little more changes in him. The energy spread out much faster, heading in every direction. Scott grunted softly as his shoulders ached and throbbed, stretching out wider. With larger shoulders, his ribs had more room to expand, giving his lungs more room to inflate... but even with all that room, his body demanded more. Scott's back arched in discomfort as much as pleasure as it elongated, stretching inches in the matter of seconds, but that pain was nothing compared to his legs. Scott had experienced growing pains before, but they had never been quite so strong. He felt as if his limbs were throbbing and aching down to the very marrow as they stretched.

"Grow, rider, grow" Blake hissed.

Blake picked up his pace, leaking precum into Scott eagerly. Each thrust brought an electric thrill that shuddered and radiated through his body, spurring on more changes as his spine lengthened, his ribs pushed apart and his chest grew outward. The black reptile demon tipped his head back, letting out a bleat of desire. He resumed his thrusting, sliding almost all the way to his stomach before he shuddered. His talons scraped the cement and he let out a moan, the orgasm hitting him. Thick knots began forming at the base of the cocks burrowed inside Scott, growing into the size of tennis balls before they quickly began flowing up the cocks and into Scott's awaiting body. Cup sized loads of hot creamy fluids into his stomach. The twin shafts pulsated wildly as the beating fluid sacs pumped even more cum into him.