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Ghost released Soap’s neck and licked the two deep bite marks that cut through the pink and tan of the rest of his skin. “Beautiful, no?” He smiled, beginning to suck and nibble at the exposed skin, all while his now reddish eyes stared at the man transforming in front of them.
Soap didn’t even seem to notice that Ghost had moved his hand, beginning to strip off the last two pieces of clothing Soap wore. He was too infatuated by the sight in front of him, his brain fading in and out of mush and curiosity.
Red had grown, his bones grotesquely extended, making horrible snapping and cracking sounds as they lifted his feet to a more doglike stature. His flesh tore from his back, exposing a shaggy coat of brownish red fur that now covered his body. There was no blood, just tatters of pale skin falling off of his body like torn pieces of fabric. When he reached up, with now large clawed hands to rip off the wrinkled bit of flesh that was his face it revealed a long snout. Two small pointy ears coming out of the top of his head, flicking off whatever bits of his human form hooked around their shape. His eyes were dark, minus his bright yellow iris. His lips raised in a snarl that looked almost like a smile.
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12 Jun 2026
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After becoming very intimately familiar with Ghost's cock piercings, Soap decides to get one of his own.
Needless to say, they both have a very good time with their shiny new toy.
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“Anyone catching your fancy?”
Simon let his eyes roam the pit again. On the far side, against the cold slab of concrete wall, two figures lingered in conversation. One scrolled his phone between glances, a cropped black tee hugging his frame, muscles shifting beneath warm brown skin each time he readjusted his stance. Attractive, sure - but it was the other one that made Simon’s pulse tick up.
He was tall, maybe six foot, six-one at most. Still shorter than Simon’s six-four, which only made it better. Pale skin flushed from heat, a shadow of stubble darkening his cheeks, and a mohawk that somehow suited him perfectly. In one hand he nursed a cup of something dark, wrist catching the strobe lights with the flash of a silver bracelet. His shirt clung indecently, fishnet panels giving teasing glimpses of his torso. Black jeans framed his legs - frustratingly opaque - until Simon caught the faint gleam of metal at his chest. Silver. Pierced nipples.
“Christ,” Simon muttered, pointing him out to Price. “Dunno how I didn’t notice him until now.”
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11 Jun 2026
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Soap knows he's hot; it's why he only gets off to himself. It was always him and his toys against the world, but after Ghost catches him in the act, he learns just how good he can look with a little help.
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11 Jun 2026
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Soap's unruly behavior would be punished with insults and fists, and in a day or two Soap would get the news that he was to be moved to another unit on a different base.
Because Soap was a bad dog. Always had been, always would be. It was the first thing mentioned whenever someone introduced him.
Bookmarked by Snowy539
10 Jun 2026