Gunter instantly honed in on another one of the Amish boys arousing scents, but the familiar odor from this new prey, a dirty, slightly pungent lingering sweaty richness pouring off the boy's unwashed moist flesh shouldn't even be sleeping in here with the older 16-year-old teenagers awaiting Rumspringa. The boy must have snuck inside their sleeping quarters, climbing inside the vacant unclaimed bed of the late Oskar Decker who had recently died after a freak horse and carriage accident a few weeks prior.
Nils Decker was Oskar's younger brother, and he was far too young to be joining the upcoming Rumspringa celebrations of the teenage boys entering adulthood.
But Nils was not too young for Gunter's infectious blood feast, and the boy might even make a suitable sex slave for him and Dylan. He would now also get to become an eager horny new mate for the Goth English punk Gunter had secretly invited and smuggled inside just a few hours earlier. That same teen Gunter had made a deal with and had exchanged clothes with who was now destined to be a lot more Amish and far closer to both he and Dylan than he could have ever possibly imagined when he handed his filthy smelling clothes to Gunter.
And the dirty English punk was even conveniently sleeping in the bed right next to Nils, completely naked, lightly snoring with his head buried beneath a pillow.
Yet Gunter still didn't even know the English punk guy's name.
The punk Englisher would soon have boyishly young Amish blood flowing through his own veins, and Gunter knew that just like his older brother, Nils Decker had always followed the tour groups of visiting English tourist boys with their fancy electronic devices, wishing he could be more like them. Now he would get to enjoy having an English teen as his mate. Even though Nils was dreadfully young, the English punk would be an ideal sex mate for the younger boy, sharing the younger boy's own hungers like he and Dylan shared each others. And the English punk teen would finally get his own wish to become Amish, enslaved to a younger Amish boy who would share his own new sexually boyish cravings and same immature juvenile needs with him for an eternity.
Gunter communicated his plans with a series of rapid clicks to Dylan still feasting on the hunk teenager Dylan had selected to make as Jurgen's new mate, telling him to quickly finish up feeding and take the naked English teenager sleeping in the bed beside this one.
Landing at the foot of Nils' bed, Gunter pulled the bed sheet away from the youthful sleeping form, silently chuckling when he saw what the cute boy had on for sleep wear. The cartoon character depicted on the front of them was strictly forbidden by Amish rules, but the boy had obviously obtained a tight pair of some English kid's own boyish pajamas decorated with a well-known super hero of countless young English kid's.
You aren't going to be bitten by a spider, Gunter thought, flexing his jaws, extending his fangs to full length. No. Much better than any spider bite, Nils. My bite will make you like me, he thought, and you'll soon become one of us, too. And grasping the pajama bottom's waistband with his clawed wings, easily slicing them apart and peeling the torn material downward from the slices, Gunter inhaled the dirty odors from the young boy's tiny nest of sparse pubic hair and grew aroused from the human boy's unwashed scent. Young Nils and the older English punk were going to become perfect mates for each other, he realized, inhaling Nils' sweaty filth. The little boy was even dirtier and more potent smelling than the scents made by the peppery body odor that the English teen secreted, and the Goth English punk would soon be stiffly aroused by Nil's filthy boyish smell when he was the younger boys eternal sex slave and horny feral vampire bat mate.
Dylan landed silently on the sleeping English punk, blood streaked drool spilling heavily from his mouth as he leaned forward and down toward the English teen's exposed bare ass. Gunter had smelled Dylan's unique scent as he approached, but the brief sight of his mate's stiffened dark penis dangling with a thick long rope of semen made his own stiff bat cock swell even harder. Gunter ejaculated across the young boy's leg, unable to even prevent his discharged arousal or the small squirt of guano onto the bed sheet as he opened his mouth and lowered his fangs toward the boy's sweaty throat.
With a careful gentle nick of fangs, Gunter opened four small wounds on the side of the boy's throat and began to feed, quickly slurping up the human's warm blood and drooling into the wounds to prevent them from clotting and sealing up. Dylan was feasting on the English punk's butt cheek with the same loud slurping sucks, and both sensed the others progress as their saliva rapidly infected the two sleeping humans.
Within minutes, both boys were waking up, horrified by the sight crouching over them, fighting and screaming so loudly Gunter couldn't imagine why the other teens had not woken up from the noise. But no one else was even stirring, as if something else, or something unknown, had hidden the sounds of these two boy's loud screams. But then he remembered his maker stating something about them not waking until he needed them, but Gunter didn't understand that comment then, and it was even more confusing now.
And wrapping his wings snugly around and beneath Nils' wildly struggling form, using both clawed feet to peel away the ripped pajama bottoms and the pressure of his wing's embrace to slide the top up and over the boy's head, Gunter maneuvered his own weight between the boy's legs. He lifted Nils' midsection upward slightly, sliding his oily hairy sheath downward along the boy's abdomen and crotch, and then against the early beginnings of Nils' own responding tiny shaft. Excess fluids spilling out of Gunter's sheath soaked the younger boy's flesh with Gunter's own slippery moisture, and as the swelling length of his exposed penis slid beneath Nils' hairless slick scrotum, he pried the cute young boy's legs apart and forcefully plunged several inches of his stiff wet bat spike inside Nils' virgin mating hole.
Gunter ejaculated, squirting powerful quick jets of semen inside Nils before he relaxed and allowed the muscles within his sheath to take over. He learned to control the new discharge with Jurgen, easily preventing his worms from an early release or wasted exit, even controlling their numbers. He wanted Nils fertile, a young breeder to pass on his own DNA to countless others so that his prey, and especially his older English mate, would also share the boy's same cravings, just like he'd shared his inside Jurgen.
Flexing his cock, Gunter felt the increased building flood inside its base and remembered feeling something similar to what he'd felt as a human. Urinating, Gunter recalled the word, or pissing like a race horse his mate would say.
And as the worms inside his inflated bowels neared release, Gunter turned Nils' head and roughly sank his drooling fangs into the boy's soft moist throat and piggishly feasted, releasing his sheath's muscles as Nils' human boy cock grew stiffer with its own miniature peanut-size aroused erection.
Nils continued fighting the disgusting nasty-smelling oily bat creature attacking him, doing those most evil horrible things to him he'd only heard about that perverted boys really did to other evil boys. But this sweat dripping ugly thing was a demon animal!
And yet it was getting him excited and even making his own penis grow hard! He'd never heard of an animal or a Satan demon actually molesting its victim sexually, painfully biting them and wrapping them in its soft and moist, sweat-stinky wet smelling wings. And this bat thing was even sucking on his neck just like a real vampire bat would feed on its captured victim's blood.
But that's what this Satan beast was doing to him, and the terrifying act was made even more terrifying and horrible because this bat-like demon beast--a bat-like Hell's Fiery Pit spawned evil abomination--somehow still resembled the Amish teenager Gunter Heintz!
But it looked like a mutated Asian version of Gunter Heintz that had also mutated into a demonic bat-like bat beast, an ugly and gruesome teen-size horny bat creature equipped with a shiny black wet hard-on that was now pissing its heated demon fluids inside him like ... like a ... an appealing friend. Like the best friend Nils always wanted to be with since Gunter was so attractive, playfully licking at his neck. And Gunter even smelled so good now that Nils felt his penis getting even harder from the teen's smell, almost spewing his own semen's seeds that he'd just recently started waking up to at night in the height of a wet-dream, from a stiff hard boner, shivering from the feelings and all the cool new sexually perverse ideas he was suddenly imagining and now deeply craving.
And when Gunter pulled his hard cock out of him, bathing him with the hot creamy fluids that flowed up onto his stomach and chest from its black tip, Nils ejaculated from the instant lust he felt looking up at his vampire master, his own feral maker, and somehow knew the feral vampire bat on him really was the Amish teen Gunter Heintz turned into a feral vampire bat creature.
Then Nils' noticed several strands of black pubic hair sprouting though the flesh of his own practically hairless boyish crotch.
And turning his stare to his other master now rising up from the one he'd taken for his blood feast, Nils felt the same new instant desire for Dylan Weiss, too, eager to please that hard gray bat boner he saw spraying its vampire fluids onto his own captive below.
When Gunter raised up into the air, Nils climbed out of his bed and was drawn with an overwhelming urge to play with the much older teenager's naked form sprawled out on the bed beside him. They shared a connection to each other now, and the English punk teen's eyes were staring at him in confused arousal, causing the teen to stroke his own hard shaft even faster when Nils started to climb up on his bed. Nils knew he was now able to dominate and influence the older English punk's actions, and he quickly leaned over and lapped at the thick cum from Shamus Patrick O'Brien's huge fat penis, causing a blast of sperm to shoot from its large mushroom's swollen tip. Nils slurped up the fresh warm seed that the English boy had just climaxed, and he climbed up onto the teen's erect monster cock with a greedy need to have its stiff length pumping that thick English teen cream inside him until he was nice and sweaty, too.
Nils felt the huge cap swelling harder as he forced its giant length to slide into his slippery tight sex tunnel, moaning with pleasure as the teen obediently ejaculated an impressive larger load of his 19-year-old Irish teen seed inside him. The older Irish teen was now mated to both masters just like Nils was mated to both Gunter and Dylan, enslaving the hot English punk to Nils as both a mate and eternal sex slave. But Nils had also become enslaved to Shamus as a sex slave, and he knew Shamus' sex desires and needs were far more exciting than what his own young mind ever knew about the extreme, more corrupt sexual perversions the English teen's cravings were giving him from his pumping seed.
Nils soon shared each of Shamus' raw pleasures, leaning forward to the Irish teen's filthy hair and sucking at the spiky red barbs with hungry new boyish pleasure.
Nils now also understood why Shamus called himself Patrick instead of Shamus.
The teen hated his first name and tried to mask his own Irish features behind the image of his Goth punk look, but Patrick was already beginning to gain the lighter blond color hair within the roots of his own bright red hair, and Nils watched as Patrick O'Brien's brown eyes slowly turned into a vivid shade of silvery-blue.
But something else was happening to the English punk now, too, and his pale Irish skin tone seemed to be changing with a noticeable loss and complete disappearance of the red freckled spots and bad acne he suffered. His features were not changing, but he looked even more attractive now, and his red hair was mixed with snow-white as he stabbed his cock violently upwards, groaning in pain as both front teeth suddenly thinned and sharpened into small pointed fangs just like Dylan's bat-shaped upper fangs.
As Nils realized both of them were about to experience more changes, he wanted to pull off Patrick's huge spike, but Patrick pressed his hands onto Nils' thighs and shook his head, begging him to keep still. He wanted them to feel one another's transformation during playful sex, and Nils instantly agreed, violently stroking his own hard penis as wild and quick as Patrick rammed his hard monster cock upwards into him. His own cock was clearly getting larger now, too, no longer a tiny peanut sized immature 3" boyish peanut, but a much darker nearly 5" erect boner that seemed to be developing a distinct brownish-black foreskin sheath.
Nils had never seen his older brother's uncircumcised penis, but he'd seen the strange differences that his cock had from a few other young Amish boys uncut cocks, and he was excited by the strange new foreskin tube forming on his erect boner.
Once black pubic hairs began rapidly sprouting around his darkening cock, Nils thought that he knew what was happening. The realization that he was taking on some of his master's own Asian coloring and skin tone was reflected in Patrick's changes as the teen gained more of Dylan's own light blond German-Amish lighter coloring.
But Nils didn't know that they would both soon transform into feral vampire bat-looking creatures that their own maker's DNA had instilled in them until the bones in their body's started loudly cracking into new positions.
And as Patrick's teenage body slowly altered and turned into a light blond and reddish pelted vampire bat creature beneath him, Nils' body was slowly transforming into a more oily, sweat soaked jet-black thickly pelted breed of Asian-looking feral vampire bat.
Nils was also becoming much more feral, more savage and animal-like as the corrupting animal-instincts of his breed blended into his young brain, overwhelming most of his human knowledge and altering early memories with stronger feral vampire bat needs and the more feral animal thoughts to simply reproduce and continually mate.
Unable to control the rapidly adjusting bones converting his physique into the shiny wet black pelted feral vampire bat's compacted form, Nils rose up out of the pile of sludge and human wastes he and his mate's body had squirted onto and against each other, shaking the wet paste from the oily fur around his anal sheath.
He watched his mate pull away from the large pile of their shared discharges, leaning forward to clean the strange flavored substances from Patrick's light blondish-red fur, groaning in pleasure when Patrick's long wet tongue began to passionately groom and clean his backside. They lapped and sniffed at each other's adjusting new bat curves and parts throughout their change, claiming each other for mates. And when Nils' new bone hardened small black penis slid from its moisture filled sheath, Patrick supped out a few large mouthfuls and drooled the warm fluids across his own reddish-blond pelted chest and upper body to warn away their new feral brothers of any unwelcome advances.
Nils darted his own slurping tongue into Patrick's fluid filled lengthy hairy sheath and quickly smeared his mate's weak smelling musk into his own moist fur, bathing his fur in the older bat's ripe feral sex odors. But it would not overpower the stronger, more potent musky odor of his own thick black pelt, and Nils sucked out more of the fresh supply until he could smell Patrick's older sex odor in his chest fur, and then fully coating all the thicker black fur around his erect black penis with his mate's own scent.
Hungered by their sexual mating and desire for his mate, Nils communicated to his mate in their newly gained feral bat clicked language they should feed on one of these human teen boys together. They could force him to become a blended mix of both, transferring both of their own worms into him to create a feral vampire bat sex slave that shared their combined DNA, creating a new feral breed like a fun sex game.
Patrick didn't think that was possible, but Nils idea to force the boy to even be their own sex slave was too exciting and perverse to refuse. Patrick agreed, unsure which Amish teen among these sleeping humans would be suitable. Patrick didn't know any of these teenage boys, and that's when he'd realized that he was sexually attracted to every one of them now. He was aroused by boys! But Patrick knew that he'd been sexually aroused by women before, and now he sexually craved mating with boys so he could feed on their warm blood and reproduce more of his own DNA and create more of his own breed.
But Nils wanted to play a fun boyish game and make a new breed of feral vampire bat, and Patrick knew he now had to obey the younger boy's desires, and had to please any and all of his young mate's needs willingly, without any delay.
"I know who we can share," Nils clicked, rising in the air with a spray of oily sweat splashing down from his wide spreading black bat wings. "There! Right over there, Patrick! See? His name's ...
(the end?)