In love with my body, that's why he's fucking it up
(TW: SEVERE Gore, suggestive content)
(Art at the end commissioned from @d4em0nium <3333)
Casey felt different. And no, he didn't mean the dull ache in his back from where the carving lay. It was something deep in his chest, in his heart? There was a weight, like a chain had wrapped around it, a coldness that beats with his heart.
Time passed in a blur whenever he wasn't with Mikey, he got antsy the moment he stopped feeling Mikey watching him. When the itch under his skin would start, the chain would tighten around his heart. The carving on his back would burn, and oh how Casey loved it. It was as though Mikey could feel his restlessness and would respond accordingly.
His sister was worried, he spent more time in his room, didn't hang out with her as much. But it's fine, Angel was old enough now. She would learn as Casey did, to take care of herself. She was already standing her own and speaking her mind to their dad. She was going to be fine. Casey assured her, she wouldn't lose him, he's fine, actually better than fine, he's never felt so good.
Every time he was reminded of this ultimate indisputable fact, he would shiver and bite his lip in a barely contained giddiness. He grew to hate the masks the two were forced to wear more each day. The amount of times that Casey had the urge to just grab Mikey and kiss him until neither could breathe, should be criminal.
Their late nights started to change, Mikey would only dig around for a few minutes instead of staying in the shadows the whole night. The perks of making your shadow a living thing, Casey guesses. Mikey got into a habit of placing his hand flat against the human's back, right where his name is permanently carved into flesh. Every time it sent a thrilling shiver down his spine, red face and all. They lost each other in their bodies more often than not, Mikey always teased at reopening the scars on Casey's back.
Casey became significantly clingier, he needed Mikey's touch. Needed to be loved in that unique demonic way. He loved being Mikey's dog.
In a way, it made total sense what Mikey was planning next.
He was gathering more information on hellhounds. The human didn't fully understand the demon's sudden hyperfixation on the topic, he chalked it up to pure curiosity. Or as simple as, who doesn't like dogs? After all, demon dogs are still dogs. But it was something about the looks Mikey would shoot his way, like he was planning something for Casey.
It took a while of planning. Mikey wanted to be sure it would work. He needed contingencies, go figure. So he took his time. His research journal was running out of pages, but he wouldn't do something so risky if there was even a chance of losing Casey.
Mikey had time to think, Triceratons, black hole generator, they ended up in space. He had time to think and ponder. So many times while isolated on that ship, he had the urge to eat. His hunger never went away but it was significantly more manageable. It could still cloud his mind.
He could have a taste, fulfill a throwaway joking promise he had made to Casey a while back. It would extend Casey's life. That was the big one. Casey was just a human, with what Mikey now was, he was destined to outlive him. That was unacceptable.
It could fail. Would the risk of killing Casey now make the chance of his extended life worth it? It was a hypothesis, a theory never attempted, it was an insane idea. So much could go wrong so fast.
At the same time, Mikey learned the value of demon blood. It could heal just about anything, he learned this a while back. Out of curiosity, he fed a man destined for his stomach some of his blood. His prey had put up a very interestingly good fight afterwards. Especially interesting considering Mikey had broken every single limb in his body and had already half eaten his insides.
If that man could come back so quickly, surely he could keep Casey alive. Surely. Maybe. It could. There were so many risks.
All that time in space, the few times he could get his hands on Casey in private. Casey's eyes were permanently unhinged, that dark crimson has consumed his soul and it was so beautiful. It smelled of cherries and meat, hearty and sweet, Mikey could taste the scent that was Casey's soul and it was all his.
That was another factor. If Casey does die, Mikey would get his soul, it wouldn't wander the dimension that was Infernus, it would come back to him. There was a way to bring Casey back but it wouldn't be the same. He'd be significantly different, besides it would take too long. That, would have to be in dead last of his lost of contingencies.
So much time, so many thoughts. They saved the world again. They were back in the lair, back in New York. Mikey reached a decision.
They found an apartment building, abandoned and neglected. Mikey had found a bed and had told Casey that it'd be safe for them.
Casey didn't question it, he was just glad they had a semi permanent private space. A place they could retreat to every time he pulled Mikey close and sucked on his tongue.
This time something was different, Casey had pulled Mikey on top of him via his plastron, immediately wrapping his legs around the turtle and pulling him close. Mikey put a hand flat against Casey's chest. "Wait." He said as a command.
Obedient dog he was, Casey paused, "Whatsup?"
There was a beat of silence as Mikey seemed to be contemplating, stock still. Casey could see the white slits in his glowing eyes dilate and shrink as they stared through him. "...I have a request."
Mikey's other hand had crept up under Casey's shirt, coldness causing the human to shiver as he resisted the urge to squirm. "Mike... y-you know it ain't hard to get me to... well do anything..." his breathing was shaky, he wanted more of Mikey's touch.
A low churr rumbled in the back of Mikey's throat as he sighed out a puff of cold blue flames. "In Infernus, many demons have hellhounds, pets, loyal companions," his hand reached higher, up to where Casey's binder was, "I was hearing all these demons talking about how precious these hounds were to them... resourceful and loving..." He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Casey's face.
Casey was utterly hypnotized, he wasn't exactly following what Mikey was saying, his mind and body were too busy begging.
MORE. MORE. MORE. MORE TOUCH. MORE PETS. MORE MASTER.
And yet all the fog in his mind cleared away as his eyes finally left Mikey's mouth, looking into those fiery icy eyes just in time for the demon to ask with a blush on his cheeks and a tender yet demented smile. "Be my hellhound... Casey...~" Both of his hands cupped Casey's cheeks.
Casey didn't know what Mikey meant but just like when he signed his soul away, he didn't think twice on agreeing and sealing it with a kiss.
If one were to ask Casey years from now about what happened between him agreeing to the request and what happened next, he wouldn't be able to give a straight answer. Was it days between? Did it happen that same night? Was it months?
He simply would not know.
As is, Mikey took Casey to a warehouse, abandoned and out at the docks far enough that no one was within earshot. Clearly Mikey had prepped, it was clean, there was plastic on the floor under an exam table which had been vigorously polished, the leather straps looked new. There was a metal tray next to it, scalpels, scissors, tools. Finally, a pitch black box that absolutely did not look like anything from this dimension.
"I couldn't get anesthesia," Mikey had told him as the doors were shut by shadows. He was behind Casey, but he knew Mikey was licking his lips, a smile stretched on his beak that could only be described as giddy yet nervous. "If you change your mind, I understand. Like I said, this is all... very experimental..." a huskiness to Mikey's voice as he practically drooled and shivered in delight.
Of course he's vibrating with excitement, Casey knows how much Mikey resists the urges to eat his beloved pet. Casey, of course, loves to help those urges. As he takes off his shirts and hoodie slowly, making a show of arching his back. "I'm not." He says with a fake calmness he doesn't know where he pulled from. He feels it too, a nervous excitement buzzing under his flesh, his meat. "Make me your dog, Mike~" he bites his lip, bedroom eyes trained on the monster in front of him as he takes off his binder and throws his clothes on the floor in a pile.
Mikey licks his beak again, he's literally drooling and trying to hide it, cute. The turtle slowly steps towards Casey, the shadows feel thicker, darker, like they're breathing. Watching with baited breath like a demented audience, spectators to the unholy experiment as tension fills the air. As Mikey approaches, Casey backs up slowly, letting Mikey back him up towards the table.
There's a knocking in the back of Casey's head, something that the human thought had died, awakes to try to save the foolish victim, one last time. Casey ignores it, his back hits the table.
Casey blinks and Mikey is suddenly right in front of him and grabbing his neck, pulling him down as he kisses roughly, all teeth. A metallic tastes mixes into their kiss as idly Casey notes that Mikey has drawn blood, biting into his lip and tugging as they slowly part. Casey whimpers at the drops of pain, shivers attacking his body as Mikey growls and savors the taste.
They both pant and there's a pause, the table is right there, Casey should lay on it, get it over with. That knocking is back, except it's not knocking at all, it's muffled banging. It tries to save him, and again Casey ignores it. "Mike...?" He asks as Mikey has let go of his neck and seems to hesitate, staring deep into Casey's eyes.
The loyal dog can see it behind those eyes, a thousand thoughts a minute. Is Mikey changing his mind? Has he decided the risk is too great?
Large hands lift Casey up by his thighs as he's thrown onto the table and quickly strapped in. "The pain will be... indescribable..." he pants as though he's the one about to be cut open.
Casey gulps, his mouth is dry? Yet he answers casually, calmly "No one can hear me yeah? Then we're good..." The banging is back, now a whispered yell in the back of his mind.
Mikey sucks in a breath, shivering in barely contained delight, he's never looked more like the monster he is than right now. Hovering above Casey, a single working overhead light causing harsh shadows to cast on his face, and yet his eyes glow a stark blue.
As his tongue goes over his sharpened teeth, Casey is reminded of his dream. A recurring dream, always ending the same, with him being devoured wholly by his lover.
Mikey's hand rests on Casey's belly, those demonic eyes stare as he slowly matches Casey's haggard breathing. He's hesitating again. But Casey agreed to this, he wants to do it, wants to be Mikey's obedient dog, forever.
"I love you... more than words could ever convey..." Mikey breathes out, slowly raising his hand off of Casey's stomach. Is he shaking?
"I love you too... so much..." Casey tries to shift his arms but the restraints keep him still. "You're... everything Mike... I'm so glad I caught you... heh... then again, let's be honest here," He feels weird, like sick? But there's no reason to. He smiles at his master, he's sure it looks as unhinged as it feels, "You let me catch you that night... with your mask down... yeah?" He can feel beads of sweat starting to drip down his arms, the banging comes back.
Mikey chuckles, a low and barely noticeable sound, like pebbles flicked against an iceberg. The turtle carefully begins to undo his wraps and ninja gear, after all they shouldn't get stained. "Figured it out? When?"
Casey attempts to shrug though the leather wraps make it a bit difficult "Dunno... maybe at some point after the farmhouse, after coming back from space?... but it makes sense... You're prepared for anything, and I'm not smart like April. You let me see you... why?"
The demon ponders it as he neatly folds all of his gear, stepping to where Casey threw his clothes and placing them on the ground. Mikey pauses, his shell to Casey. The human sees the shadows in the room warble, stretching almost, making the already big and empty warehouse seem that much bigger, like at this moment, on this night, no one else exists, just a monster and his pet.
He's hesitating again? Buying time? Why does Mikey seem so scared? The banging is louder. His survival instinct tries its best to get Casey's attention, but what a silly thing, it's already too late. Casey is shirtless, laid bare and strapped to a table, even if he wanted to back out now, there'd be no point.
Mikey comes back, he's fidgeting, like he's not sure what to do with his hands. Yet he smiles warmly at Casey, "I guess I wanted a friend..."
That gets a snicker from Casey as Mikey puts a hand on his head and pets him gingerly. "Yeah right, I know you Mike. I would've believed that a year ago..."
The turtle's smile turns dark as he laughs too, "No, you're right... it was... love at first sight... I never did understand what Donnie had meant by it. But in that moment, I got it... I saw you and I felt..." his other hand idly traced shapes on Casey's belly, the human shivers, "...I felt like you were just as broken as I was. Well, not exactly but, I felt like we weren't so different..."
"You loved me then?" Casey tries to press his head up further into Mikey's hand, as he gulps again, his mouth is so dry.
He's always loved you. Did all of this for you. This is his love. Need his love.
Mikey leans down and tenderly kisses Casey, slow, precious, like Casey is his everything too. "Yes. I've loved you from the moment I saw you."
They stared at each other for a while, enough that Casey's sweat became a shiny sheen over his pale skin. For a moment, Casey wondered if Mikey really was about to call the whole thing off.
Then he reached for a scalpel, the demon observed the sharp edge carefully. Looking at the tool like he'd never seen it before. It looked kind of funny, so small in his massive reptilian, scaled hand. But he gripped it tightly and leaned over Casey again. "Casey... my perfect broken pup... this will hurt. Whatever you might be imagining, it won't compare."
Casey laughs again, dry. His base primal brain, focused on survival, screams at him. It begs and it cries and it screams until it's voice is raw.
Please don't! You won't come back from this!
"Dirty talking babe?~ Come on, make me the real perfect dog you want me to be~" His voice is sultry though there's a small edge to it, a fear. A fear he's come to love just as much as he loves Mikey himself.
Mikey takes a deep shuddery breath "You smell delicious...~" A shiver goes through him, Casey sees it, he wishes he could taste it.
The scalpel is over his chest. Casey doesn't realize at first, but he sees as Mikey stares at it. His hand shakes, but a deep breath stills it, the human knows what his master must be thinking. That he needs to be calm, shouldn't let his excitement ruin Casey's chance of survival.
The cold edge of the scalpel presses against Casey's skin, it's so sharp that Casey feels the blood pool on his skin before he feels any pain. Compared to the carvings on his back, it was a ghost of a whisper of pain.
He knows he should be as still as possible for this but the moment the pain processes, he sucks in a sharp breath, a tremble setting into his limbs.
Casey's eyes are wide as he stares at Mikey. Those cold eyes are focused, concentrated. And yet, the corner of his mouth twitches, sharp teeth dig into scaled beak. He's trying not to drool, Casey has seen Mikey bite into himself for restraint before. The scalpel is slowly dragged down.
Casey swallows and grunts as he tries to stay still despite the shaking his body is intent on doing. His arms twitch, they want out, they want to push Mikey away and beg him to stop, that Casey changed his mind.
But he hasn't changed his mind. Sweat drips down his body and yet his face feels hot. He can feel the skin slowly separating as the sharp scalpel moves down and down, over his belly, down past his navel.
Admittedly, it's a longer cut than Casey was expecting. Though considering Mikey's plan, it makes sense that having as clear of a view as possible would be a good idea. Mikey is so smart.
He loves his master so much.
The scalpel is pulled away, Mikey stares at it, frozen. Casey knows what he's thinking, he smiles, "Go on Mike~ I know you want to~" He meant for his voice to sound seductive but it's already strained.
Cold eyes snap to the human's face, he's breathing heavy. "...I shouldn't... it's not wise..."
Casey breathily chuckles "But I know h-how much you want to t-taste me..." he squirms, his body needs to catch up with his brain, to realize that Casey wants this, to stop trying to run away.
Mikey freezes again, he looks between the bleeding scalpel, the bleeding wound, and Casey's face. With every passing second, the pain grows, a simmering ache, the beginning of a sob in his skin. Casey almost curses at himself for squirming again. He knew this would hurt, he knew it, he knew it, he knew it. Mikey gave him the chance to back out, they have to go through with this. The human stares at Mikey, still frozen and staring at the wound.
He finally lowers the scalpel, back onto the table. The demon leans against the table, hands on the edge as he pants and stares at the floor, hanging his head low.
Casey can tell that he's panting but has to turn his head in a weird way as he tries to get a better look at Mikey's face. Ah. Of course.
Mikey is drooling. Full slobber of a dog staring at a juicy steak. His blue eyes flicker around as he stares at the floor, his spit dripping down. A demonic growl rumbles through Mikey in such a way that Casey feels it through the table. He furiously wipes at the saliva around his mouth. "I don't know if I can do this... You're too enticing, too good... I...I can't risk..."
"Mike..." The turtle's head snaps up at Casey's strained voice, his eyes flick to the human's lips as he bites them "...Please...~" please before he does back out.
Hurt so good. Tear me apart.
No please no. Stop asking for it you'll die!
Mikey's eyes dilate before suddenly he jumps up onto the table, straddling the human. It creaks under the added weight, the demon wipes the drool from his mouth with his arm before picking up the scalpel again. His free hand presses flat aginst Casey's skin and slowly slides up parallel to the oozing cut.
Casey chuckles, "You're blushing...~"
The flush on the turtle's cheeks gets darker "So are you." He says before bringing the scalpel to the top of the cut and slowly cutting down through the next layer of tissue.
It burns, Casey is having a hard time staying still, tears well up in his eyes as he feels every inch of flesh parting from the blade's path. A pathetic whimper cries in his throat as he tries to hold back pained sobs. His whole body shakes and trembles.
Don't stop. Make him happy.
His eyes go from screwed shut to wide open as he looks back at Mikey. The demon is smiling so wide, panting as he follows the surface cut before once again lifting the blade and now cutting through muscle.
His body is on fire, every inch of his animal instinct is screaming at him.
I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!
A cry finally breaks through the wall he had put up, a long wail as tears stream down his cheeks. Mikey's smile just grows wider, Casey feels as his hand shakes while he's cutting him. The cuts through his muscle aren't as neat and precise. Casey hears the turtle's chirp like purr.
His head is spinning, he's shivering, he's cold. Mikey's thumb is forced into his mouth, something sour yet sweet hits his tongue. Before the human can fully process the taste, Mikey takes his finger back as he pants "J-Just enough to keep you alive... can't give you too much..."
Was that Mikey's blood? Demon's blood? Casey doesn't have time to ask the question out loud as Mikey loses control.
He feels a thick finger at the cut.
Feels it push in, through each layer of skin, tissue, meat.
He can't hold it back, he screams, sobbing as he writhes on the table, there's a second finger.
Is that a moan? Did Mikey just moan? He's not sure, can only hear his own blood rushing to leave his body, the squelch as Mikey spreads his fingers and opens the wound further, the shaking of his bones from deep inside of his body.
Memories flash behind his eyes as they dart around the ceiling and the monster disembowling him. Casey remembers the first time he realized he was different than the other girls, looking in a mirror and using safety scissors to crudely chop at his long black hair. He remembers his mom cooking for him something each morning, like a thick cinnamon cream, he wishes he could remember the recipe or at least the name. He remembers trying to give Angel a malta before she could even walk, his mom had gently told him she couldn't drink it yet. He remembers meeting April, accidentally hitting her with his hockey puck, but so excited to make friends outside of hockey. He remembers meeting Raph, his best friend. And yet when they met, he had his ass handed to him by the skilled fighter of a turtle. He thought he was going to die then, the pointed tip of the red masked turtle's blade inches from his face. Funny, now that he looked back on it.
He remembered meeting Mikey. He remembered the giddiness that bubbled in his chest at how special he felt, being the only one in on this secret of his. He felt special.
He feels special. He feels like he's dying.
Mikey put down the scalpel, both of his hands were in the wound and pulling it apart.
Every inch of Casey's body felt like it was on fire, his blood felt like molten magma, dripping down and pooling on the table. His eyes are wide, tears still falling as he stares at Mikey's sadistic, joyful face, licking over his fingers as he looks down and inside of Casey.
Casey can feel cold air meeting parts of him that were never meant to meet it. Can feel meat pulled from bone as his ribcage is exposed. Maybe now finally, Mikey can stop that itch in his bones that appears every time the turtle leaves.
He can't scream anymore, can't cry anymore, he just stares at the demon. Large three-fingered hands reach inside of him, and for a moment, Casey thinks he may throw up, Mikey should stop squeezing his stomach like that.
Mikey locks eyes with him, he's still panting. Eye contact is maintained as Mikey brings his thumb up to his mouth and cuts his finger, pitch black blood pooling. He immediately presses his thumb against Casey's tongue, and as he obediently sucks that sweet and sour candy like blood, his body feels like it vibrates down to his toes.
I should be dead. I should be dead.
Mikey takes his finger out quickly, only allowing Casey a drop. "You're... so beautiful~" The turtle purrs as he leans down to press a sweet kiss against Casey's lips. He wants to kiss back, feels bad that he can't, he's frozen to the spot. Mikey just chuckles as though he read his mind. "It's okay pup~ These are simple base instincts, I know it's not how you truly feel~" his hands start to move his organs around as the shadows push the mysterious box closer to the happy couple.
I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead.
Casey feels Mikey's fingers run along his intestines, the thin membrane between them. That boiling pain continues to radiate through Casey and all he can do is stare at the one doing this to him, catatonic and so very in love.
He's so happy that Mikey knows him so well.
I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead.
The turtles all have large hands, Casey never realized exactly how big until they were inside of him, too big for the small cavity where his organs were. He could feel muscle and tissue tear as Mikey's hands opened him up as wide as the human could handle.
I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead. I should be dead.
Then he felt sharp teeth digging into his meat. Mikey moaned at the taste, Casey screamed at the pain. He feels the tearing flesh in Mikey's maw, feels Mikey's tongue, feels the strength of his jaw.
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He thinks about what led him to this point. The roof where he caught the real Mikey? Being friends with Raph? Meeting April? Moving schools? When could things have changed? When was the defining moment that doomed Casey Jones?
When was the moment that he was destined to end up on this table, in a pool of his own blood, a turtle who was a ninja and a demon, taking bites out of his internal organs in an effort to be able to fit demon parts into him.
A loud sound echoed in the warehouse, it twisted the air and caused Mikey to still, Casey's intestines in his mouth. Where was that sound coming from?
Mikey was staring at him with wonder and awe. Casey once again thinks about how much he loves his master, how grateful he is that Mikey is going through all of this just to keep him.
The boiling pain didn't stop, but it felt different. At least he thinks it did? He didn't feel connected to his body anymore, like he was some otherworldly observer, witnessing the fucked up surgery like the shadows on the walls.
The sound was laughing. A loud manic laugh, more deranged than anything Casey has ever heard. The pain didn't boil, it bubbled, it tickled! Tears still fell steadily down his cheeks. His throat hurt, oh. That was him. Casey was the one laughing.
But of course he was laughing, he had realized then the truth of pain. It was funny! So very funny! The searing hot waves of pain that shivered his body were no different than the convulsions of being tickled. He felt teeth on his organs again and he just laughed harder, feeling Mikey's smile against the bites of flesh he would steal.
He didn't register the box opening, nor did he register the organs that Mikey pulled from it. All Casey could feel was every part of him being torn apart and consumed before those empty spaces were suddenly filled. It was so odd though, the things that occupied his new found empty spaces felt so foreign, like they didn't belong.
The alien organs felt so hot, for a momemt he thought he'd smell his own flesh cooking, now that would be hilarious. Mikey had licked his bloodied teeth and beak as he reached for the scalpel again. "Now, to fulfill my promise~"
Casey wasn't sure what he meant, panting from his intense laughter, drooling from the corner of his mouth. He could taste blood, was it his? Mikey's? He didn't know.
What he did know was the utterly delectable feeling of Mikey cutting into his chest again. His throat was hoarse, but he laughed again, a cackle that cut through the air. The human felt Mikey's fingers enter the two cuts he had made just under his...
When Mikey suggested it, Casey took it as a joke. And yet here was his master, ever so thoughtful and loving, eating up the fat that made Casey feel so dysphoric.
The new organs felt like they hummed, as Mikey worked at Casey's chest, eating like the animal he was, the new parts began to settle. It felt like they vibrated into place, squirming inside of him until they felt comfortable.
Mikey once again bit into his thumb before smearing his demonic blood onto the cuts he had made. Then his hand was inside again and Casey almost moaned as Mikey pressed his thumb firmly against the new organs and where they lay.
His head was spinning, Casey couldn't feel his limbs anymore, he felt so cold. His cackles and shaking died down. As he struggled for breath, he thought of asking Mikey to squeeze his lungs to help him breathe, they should be easy to reach.
Spots invaded his vision, his body was shutting down. It took as much as it could, but it was finally collapsing. Casey couldn't force his eyelids open anymore, he mumbled Mikey's name, could vaguely hear his own being called, before he finally blacked out.
Casey felt fire. A burning flame in the center of his chest where his heart lay, cradled by the icy chain. He didn't wake with a start or a gasp, his eyes just slowly opened as he began to register the feelings in his body.
His throat was raw, he likely would struggle to speak for a while. His arms and legs felt prickly like they'd been asleep. There's a weight on his chest and right arm, he looks down to find Mikey curled on top of him, cuddling into his chest.
His chest. It was flat. As soon as he could talk, he'll be sure to show Mikey how thankful he felt. The demon's blood did a good job at healing over the still fresh cuts under his pecs. Further down, Casey's torso still ached, it felt too empty and too full all at once. It made Casey want to giggle as he felt the waves of pain radiating from the center of his belly. The horrific gaping hole that Mikey had clawed into Casey's abdomen was neatly sealed shut. A combination of sutures and demon's blood sealing the wound.
It was just enough to make sure Casey's guts wouldn't spill, but not enough to block the pain.
Oh the pain, it felt amazing. It brought a flush to Casey's cheeks and made him want to squirm. He was covered in his own blood, they both were. He was laying in a pool of his own crimson, he's never felt hotter, both literally and figuratively.
It was like he could intimately feel the new demonic organs inside him. It made him thirsty, intensely thirsty.
As Mikey lifted his head up, a lovestruck look on his face as he looked at his broken pet, Casey just had to speak. "Hey M-Mike..." his voice was obliterated, just a series of crackles as a new pain settled in his teeth of all things. A steady beating like he could feel his own heart beating in his canines. "...I'm...thirsty..."
Mikey smiled wider as two razor sharp fangs formed in Casey's mouth, just on either side of his missing teeth. "Don't worry my love, I'll find you prey to drain~"
One of the new organs, settled connected to his stomach, rumbled. Blood sounded good, very good actually.
It was a hunger he'd never felt before, but God, suddenly in that moment, Casey wanted nothing else but to bite into someone's neck and drink every drop of blood in their body.
