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GATHERS NO MOSS, PART II

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By Sovandar

If you've not read Part 1, I strongly recommend going back to do that!

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This is a work of fiction involving transformation, male humans and male monsters from the “Monster Hunter" universe in various lewd situations at various times and in various places. If any part of that isn't something you want to see, then it's time to back quickly out of this dark alleyway on the Internet with dignity and sanity intact. And, of course, if you're underage in your jurisdiction, then you should back away too, regardless of whether you want to see more or not.

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No, seriously kids, stop here.

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Okay, now it's just us adults, you know the drill: no copying without permission lest the wrath of the great god Copyrictus strike you down, all characters are fictional, and in spite of a terrible pun that's easily missed and I shan't reveal, no resemblances are intended. The “Monster Hunter" world, setting and monsters are copyright by Capcom.

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Adrian again woke slowly, and groggily, wondering where he was.

Somewhere familiar, something he should be doing…? Pedro, his usual team leader, would be unhappy for some reason, something wasn't right…

He was just starting to wonder where he was and why he was so uncomfortable, when a sudden sound startled him awake, the dire realisation hitting him that he wasn't supposed to be asleep.

This was the little cave, on the mountainside; his team wasn't here, he was the only hunter, guarding the entrance while Mickey slept inside…

Damn it, he was on watch! Or supposed to be!

Keeping awake for the whole night, to make for an easier trip to Astera today, maybe hadn't been the most sensible idea..!

He leapt up, half-turning, grabbing his glaive; and found warring instincts suddenly clashing in him. There was a monster bent low over the sleeping - no, freshly woken but frozen, shocked Mickey; but before he could dash forward and swing the blade, he realised the monster was another jagras. Was it his tailraider come back? Friend or foe..?

He didn't recognise it.

He hesitated. The scene was wrong. His instincts tried to ready him to repel a monster attack, but…

Then he realised what was going on. Mickey's fly was still undone, he recalled that from last night; his dick again erect, and this time it was bared for Adrian to see, the fly on Mickey's underwear also undone now… or maybe it always had been, he'd not looked that closely.

But most shocking was that Mickey's shaft was just slipping wetly from the startled jagras' maw.

All three stared in surprise at each other for a long moment before sanity resumed, and Adrian waved the glaive threateningly at the jagras. “Go! Git!" he shouted, and Mickey joined in after a moment's hesitation, rolling over and pulling his pants back to cover himself, fumbling to refasten the buttons but acting as if… that… hadn't been happening.

Did he think Adrian hadn't noticed..?! Well… okay, he probably hoped so.

The confused jagras jumped back a pace, looked from one man to the other, then jumped back another pace as Mickey leapt to his feet, the mostly-human man backing away from it into the corner of the small cave's back wall, shrinking away with face flushed with nervous embarrassment, glancing at Adrian and still fiddling with his pants in a panic.

It was as Mickey's expression suddenly changed to startled shock that Adrian remembered that Mickey had had two tailraiders… if this was one of them, was the other one behin-

He didn't even finish the thought as a shape raced past him from behind. He was about to swing his glaive, almost forgetting how narrow this space was, when he realised that it was his own tailraider again!

Something about that made it feel inconceivable to grab a weapon and attack; they'd… shared some sort of moment last night, he instinctively felt, without thinking about it at all.

So instead, he launched himself at it, landing on the jagras' back, grabbing at its spikes, and trying to physically restrain it, weigh it down long enough for angry yelling to get through to it. His glaive bounced aside, slipping from his grasp almost at once. The jagras already in the cave jumped back another pace, backing into the opposite wall, giving a hissing bark that he recognised as a warning call of some sort.

Damn it, this was the absolute last thing they both needed!

Mickey gave a yell of alarm, looking around for an escape route; but they both knew there was nowhere else to go except past Adrian and the struggling jagras in the narrow passage out of the cave.

Adrian managed, just about, to force its hindquarters down into almost a squat, though it was still wriggling to dislodge him and shuffle forward, evidently confused at what he was doing. He wasn't even resting any part of himself on the floor any more, instead bearing his body weight on the small of the jagras' back to try and stop it moving.

“Down! Down boy! Sit!" Adrian barked, commandingly, all too aware that the jagras would have no idea what he was saying, but hoping that at least his tone might make it stop and calm down.

Or at least, shouting something made him feel better, even if it didn't help!

The jagras gave a strange hiss, and a half-bark in reply, but otherwise continued trying to shuffle toward Mickey. Its intentions were still unclear; was it just horny too, was this some effect on all the local jagras packs..?!

If all these jagras were after Mickey for sex, they must really like something about his dick…

He shook the strange thought aside, he didn't dare let it near Mickey, or who knew what would happen…

Mickey gave another cry of alarm, and Adrian half-turned to see another jagras standing in the cave entrance. Damn it, two was already trouble, and here he was without his glaive or room to swing it! If he let go of his tailraider, it'd just go straight at Mickey, and he suspected the one in the cave already mightn't be cowed for long either.

He definitely couldn't stop all three, at this point!

“Mickey, my glaive, get my glaive, and run!" he said, at last realising that the weapon - and getting them both out into open space - was the only feasible way he could drive the trio of jagras away, he stood no chance bare-handed. Where was it, why had he dropped it, what kind of hunter made that sort of mistake in the face of danger..?!

Mickey was wide-eyed and petrified, shaking his head. “It's too far!"

Before Adrian could reply, the new jagras tried to push past him from behind, and in desperation Adrian shoved himself, and the tailraider, sideways to try and pin it against the wall!

His own strength surprised him, and thankfully the two jagras as well; his tailraider's forelegs gave out from the impact, and the three fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, momentarily immobilised.

The tailraider tried to get up first, and Adrian tried to prevent it; they struggled, with the confused new jagras trying, somewhat half-heartedly, to free the tailraider from Adrian's grip.

“Now, go!" Adrian shouted. “Toss me the glaive and run for it, Astera's just down the coast from here, can't miss it!" he added, trying not to panic as the two jagras thrashed and hissed angrily, at each other, and at him. It was surely only a matter of time before they just straight-up mauled him, hunters didn't take on monsters in bare fist contests, he needed a weapon!

Mickey paled, looking at the narrow cave full of writhing, angry reptiles, and then stepped forward, breaking into a run, looking half-terrified.

But, Adrian realised, it had been a futile effort already; the jagras already in the cave sprang into action at once, and bounded forward, knocking Mickey off his feet; Adrian barely had time to gasp before the two new bodies came crashing down right on top of him and the two other jagras!

He saw stars for several long moments, winded and wheezing as he regained full consciousness; he must have blacked out for a moment, and it took him a few more moments to make sense of what was happening.

Mickey seemed to have fallen on top of Adrian's back, his lower belly pressed into Adrian's neck and shoulders, and his thighs framing Adrian's vision; beneath Adrian the tailraider was crouched, belly against the ground, pressed down by their weight and without the leverage to struggle further. The second jagras that Adrian had pinned, seemed to have jumped away into the cave… where was the third..?

Mickey grunted, and Adrian felt the man's head strike the small of his back a little painfully; the weight bearing down on Adrian had to be more than one human's partial body weight, the other jagras must be on top of them both, and still struggling or something..!

Mickey continued with wordless, pained grunts, shifting his arms around to try and take some of the weight, evidently realising that he might be crushing the hunter beneath him; it was something of a relief, letting Adrian breathe a little more easily, but he was still stuck, and as the struggle above him continued, his chest was being pressed a bit painfully against the tailraider's back-spikes. Like an idiot, he'd not put his chest-protector back on yesterday, it was sitting by the cave entrance along with the rest of his gear.

At least the tailraider wasn't struggling any more, probably because Adrian had stopped as well.

Adrian tried to crane his neck around, straining his eyes to try and see what was happening, what he could do to try and help the situation.

The third jagras, the one he'd been struggling against he supposed, was standing in the back of the cave. It was smaller than the others… a bit gangly, too, its frame not as full as most jagras' were; maybe it was sick? It didn't seem injured, certainly, it just stared at the pile of humans and jagras, with an oddly judgemental air… then turned its back to them, laying itself down facing away.

…strange behaviour, but Adrian wasn't in much of a position to think about it!

The tangled leg of the “attacking" jagras moved into his view from somewhere above; no, from the side? Or, no, wait, he could see the jagras' other hindleg too, standing behind - well, over, Mickey, and…

He'd not yet recovered enough from being winded, to gasp as he suddenly saw a jagras dick swing past his field of view; the jagras on top of Mickey was fully erect! But, well, obviously, he realised, it'd been sucking Mickey's dick, so… ergh, but why would that 'obviously' mean it was horny, what was even going on, how had this happened..?!

As the jagras adjusted its position, the 9-inch length disappeared from Adrian's sight, concealed by Mickey's own lower body; but it was only when Mickey suddenly gasped and tensed that Adrian realised what was happening!

In his mind's eye he suddenly remembered that length of tail from Mickey's spine, forcing the pants low on his hips. How exposed might Mickey be to this… amorous jagras?

…evidently exposed enough, he thought, as the jagras stepped closer to Mickey; the motion was slow, clearly with some… friction, or some similar resistance, but then its thighs were getting increasingly flush with Mickey's own. There was surely nowhere else that the monstrous cock could be going except, well…

…into Mickey.

He felt horrified, and mortified; some guard he'd turned out to be! But, Mickey had been letting this same jagras suck his dick as well, was the reluctance feigned, what was going on..?!

Could he struggle free, or, well, would he risk, er, hurting Mickey if he interrupted the, ah… maybe he should wait until they were done and…

Wait, what was he thinking, of course he had to stop this!

He started to struggle, feebly at first as he recovered his breath but with slowly returning strength; beneath him, the trapped tailraider started thrashing in response. Mickey grunted, and struggled too, the moving mass of bodies beneath him still bearing most of his weight - research work had, understandably, not provided him with much upper body strength!

Then, with a pleased-sounding hiss, the jagras above him started rolling its hips, evidently starting to thrust into Mickey.

“A-agh… stop, Adrian, ju-" Mickey grunted, when he could manage a breath himself. “-just, he'll… be done soon… not be long…" he continued, with a strangely resigned, yet almost relieved, edge to his tone.

Adrian obediently stopped, surprised; admittedly, he wasn't sure how he could wriggle free quickly, or exactly what he planned to do after that, but he hadn't expected Mickey not to want him to try!

He glanced up; and realised that Mickey's loose pants had slipped down slightly - unfastened, he saw, had they been unfastened earlier..? When had that happened? But regardless of how or when, the plain beige underwear beneath was being put on increasingly clear display, as the thin fabric bulged with a swelling package from within, forced out of the confines of his pants…

Adrian was running on adrenaline and not thinking clearly, or he wouldn't have immediately yelped, “Are you enjoying this?!" in surprise - in the instant before he realised that he probably shouldn't cast the first stone, after his own confused activity yesterday!

Mickey grunted in embarrassment, or… maybe almost more like annoyance, and snapped back, “Okay! Fine… caught me. This is how they, er, he, changed me! Didn't know what was happening but couldn't stop it, almost didn't want to. I said to keep me away from them!"

He didn't sound quite as nervous or introverted as yesterday; but maybe that was because… his secret was out..?

“Uh, no, no, it's, er, I didn't mean…" Adrian spluttered, wishing he'd not said anything.

He felt his loins stirring, though… hadn't he wondered about exactly this through the slightly tortured night, whether Mickey's 'close contact' meant something intimate like this… only to find it true?

He didn't fully understand why he was reacting this way to the thought but, unlike yesterday, it wasn't just his dick reacting to apparently random stimuli… there was a strange flutter in his stomach, almost excitement. He, sort of, understood, abstractly…

Being so close to an aroused male… or at least, this aroused male… was appealing, too… In his head the idea still disturbed him, but there was something kind of… erotic… about it, undeniably so...

Mickey continued, evidently unaware of Adrian's inner turmoil. “I thought it was just them! But then, I couldn't stop thinking about you, and it scared me even more, I've never… felt that, for another guy, I don't know what they've done to me!" Then, he sighed. “It's such… a relief to just say it…" he said, and the relief was evident in his tone.

He was almost sounding relaxed, despite the situation!

Adrian's head, stuck between his tailraider's shoulderblades and Mickey's belly, had an uncomfortably close view as Mickey's now-rapidly growing bulge slipped free from his fly entirely, the looser pants slipping a little further off his hips. A few dark patches on the fabric, part-dried, left him in little doubt that Mickey had been quite worked up during the night, dreaming about…

…These jagras? Or… even Adrian himself…?

Adrian was surprised to find his swelling length slipping from his new slit, grinding unintentionally through his underwear against his tailraider's back. The feeling was quite different to the usual feeling of an erection while clothed; his cock, hidden away safely until just now, was very sensitive against the cloth, almost like he could feel each thread individually!

Mickey… had been thinking about him, they were both horny for each other yesterday..?

The possibility hadn't seriously occurred to him, even in those strange, confused, momentary fantasies that struck him in bouts between longer periods of normality and sanity… but hearing that, he was consumed with ambivalence. He didn't feel as eager as his changed dick seemed to be, not even close, but…

He knew he'd surely never normally have wanted this sort of thing, certainly not with someone he'd only just met. But he had the sudden sense that if Mickey had said some of this yesterday then… maybe one or two of those bouts of 'madness' might have overlapped and they'd have tried to experiment, just a little, so…

Mickey's bulge was forming an increasingly clear tent; the fabric starting to strain against the fly-button keeping the length from slipping out into the open again. A rich, pungent musk was increasingly filling Adrian's nostrils as the nearby tented fabric darkened in a spot at the tip, precum leaking from Mickey, adding fresh damp stains to the much-abused garment. Adrian could see through the thin covering that Mickey's cock was still, mostly, human… A small part of him felt oddly disappointed.

He felt nausea swimming through his guts as he remembered last night… yeah, the thing that had, er, happened. It was impossible not to remember; Mickey had a jagras-cock up his ass, and it was clear that he was liking it! But in spite of the momentary horror, Adrian's dick throbbed, hardening faster, his body remembering that same night as an incredible experience, craving more…

He had to get out of here… maybe if he had a little space to wriggle free he could grab his glaive and… well, er, extricate them from the situation? Or even just go to get help… but, no, he couldn't just abandon Mickey to all this!

He tried wriggling to get free, more frantically now that he'd recovered from being winded, but that only resulted in the tailraider, off-balance, bracing itself and pushing back, keeping Adrian even more firmly pinned than before. He stopped struggling, trying instead to keep his breathing calm, all too aware that hyperventilating and panicking would probably turn out badly for all concerned.

He was startled to see his tailraider's head in front of him; the jagras peering sideways around Mickey's tent, probably trying to see what Adrian was doing. It made eye contact again… or possibly it was just eyeing Mickey's crotch. Or both..?

He felt a momentary pang of fear as its jaws opened slightly, and it craned its neck back toward him.

Its jaws didn't reach for his face though, or anything so threatening; instead it pushed its snout-tip into the gap between Mickey's legs, under his ass, making Mickey grunt in surprise. Its tongue protruded, licking for a moment over Adrian's hair, before it started to curl around the fly-button keeping Mickey's briefs closed… pulling the leaking tent towards its maw!

Adrian felt an instinctive pang of fright at the thought of a sensitive cock meeting those sharp predatory teeth… but he'd already seen another jagras sucking Mikey's dick, so he had few doubts as to what the tailraider was attempting!

Whether by design or accident though, the tailraider craning its neck around from below and behind made that impossible, the angles would never work; instead it could just about pull the tip around to bump at the side of its snout, the button catching between teeth for a moment.

“Hey… ow, that hurts, stop it!" came Mickey's voice from above somewhere. But Mickey didn't move to intervene, probably unable to; and Adrian was trapped and immobile, so the demand went unheeded.

Adrian watched, mystified, as the tailraider withdrew its tongue and started biting at the button instead, pulling at it; seeing the teeth chomping so close to Mickey's cocktip made him shudder in horror, but it seemed to be being careful not to accidentally catch flesh between its jaws… instead, after a few moments, the button was hanging loose, the threads shredded, and as the jagras pulled its head back out through the narrow gap, the button was pulled so far loose that it came free entirely.

Mickey's leaking cocktip was suddenly out in the open, right there, inches away from him. He was staring right down the metaphorical barrel…

Mickey spoke up, “What… are you doing down there?!" he said, weakly, but with a confused and slightly querulous tone.

Adrian's breath froze as the conflict inside him came to a head; seeing it now, literally in the flesh, his confused excitement surged, and he couldn't deny that it was having an impact on him, even if he couldn't define what the desire was or where it was coming from.

Mickey's question went unanswered as he grappled with his own feelings. They were both trapped and Mickey was being… violated… kind of… this wasn't in any way the time or place to be thinking about… this stuff!

But he couldn't help it.

The shaft, as he'd noticed through the fabric, was still very human; but not entirely, the foreskin, and indeed the skin down the shaft as far as he could see, was loose in a rather familiar manner. The tip was slightly tapered, a series of bulging nubs visible along the underside… again, much like Adrian's yesterday, in the pond, maybe not even that far gone yet.

Yet something about that inhuman hint to it was the most appealing part, he realised; it looked… wrong. And the thought of a purely human dick didn't make his own shaft throb.

The whole fracas shifted slightly, as the jagras on top started thrusting properly, not merely sitting there or making smaller movements; Mickey slid forward an inch or two, before being rocked back an inch, edged slightly forward, and then again, further. It was only when Adrian realised how difficult it was getting to focus on the drooling cocktip, that he realised how intently he'd been staring at it!

There was more shifting of muscles from the tailraider beneath him, and then its head reappeared, pressing again past Mickey's partly revealed groin, this time from the opposite side. He grimaced as it licked his chin, and then gasped as its tongue coiled around Mickey's cocktip, again trying to draw the dick towards its maw despite the impossibility of getting it there, from this sideways angle.

“Ugh! A-Adrian, what're…?" Mickey grunted, flinching in surprise at the sensation, and evidently not sure at all what was happening. He gave a grunt of surprise, but then a second grunt that sounded… quite pleased. Perhaps with an edge of ambivalence to it, but… pleased.

Adrian started to protest in response. “It's-" he began. Not me, he intended to say; stung and shamed by the implication that this was his doing… all the more so because of his own struggles!

But as he started to speak, the tailraider suddenly tried to lunge forward - or something, anyway, seemingly trying one last time to catch Mickey's shaft in its maw. Or at least, that's what Adrian interpreted the motion as; he gasped reflexively, fearing its snout-tip was about to strike his face. But it didn't - instead, the tailraider's long tongue lost its tenuous grip on Mickey's length, and the shaft rebounded back to its usual orientation…

Before Adrian could react, the tip of Mickey's shaft was on his lip, knocking against his teeth... it was inside his mouth, just a little! Mickey grunted in surprise, his whole body going momentarily rigid, the contact as unexpected for Mickey as for Adrian himself.

On instinct Adrian shut his mouth, a moment too late, trying to turn his head away, to dodge whatever was happening, but it was a futile effort. It was only when the tailraider's snout pressed a little forward toward him, actively nudging the cock into a better alignment with his mouth, that Adrian realised that the jagras might have been engineering exactly this outcome… but why..?!

As Mickey's body was rocked forward again, Adrian's lips closed around the head, just behind some of those little nubs that would, on a real jagras, be the barbs that…

Er…

He shivered with strange excitement, even as he felt a wave of nausea run through him as his mouth was suddenly coated with cloying, faintly sour-tasting precum, and his nostrils with Mickey's scent. There wasn't anything he could do, except… maybe… let it happen?

He didn't really feel comfortable or normal with that thought, but ever since that encounter with the tailraider yesterday, those strange new thoughts weren't sudden alien intrusions, they were just there, inside, waiting to be discovered…

Some instinct was rising, promising something, needing something, needing to be acted on, in ways more strange and deeper than he'd really had an inkling of until right now…

But the jagras mounting Mickey - presumably - neither knew any of this nor cared; it simply continued thrusting, rocking Mickey's cock forward and back, just an inch or two, over Adrian's tongue. Adrian experimentally tried opening his mouth to let the cock slip free, but it was no use, the damn tailraider had pushed it too far, it didn't quite exit his mouth each time…

Mickey moaned, which turned into half a hiss; a strange sound of sheer enjoyment that made Adrian's body shiver. “Aaaaadrian…." he groaned, sounding surprised, but oh so pleased; and Adrian realised that Mickey must think this was all Adrian's own doing, his own desire, being acted on voluntarily. He couldn't even protest, with a cock stuffing his mouth…

Yet even as he wrestled with ideas of how to extricate himself from this, he found his lips passively re-closing around the cockhead, letting it slide in and out. Pleasing Mickey… just felt good, even while he tried to deny it..?

Adrian could start to feel the cooling tingle again, like yesterday only less extreme; dancing over his tongue and around his palate. He remembered that sensation all too well… Whatever was happening to him, this was definitely making it worse, maybe for Mickey too!

But Mickey, either unaware, uncaring, or just surrendering to the inevitable like Adrian was, gave another pleased moan; his cock gave a thrum, and more precum flowed into Adrian's mouth, practically spurting in, filling Adrian's senses with the alien taste. The tingling worsened almost at once.

Was it his imagination or… after the more intense the tingling sensation, did Mickey's shaft taste… and feel… even better than before..? He could feel the strange sensation of scaly skin starting to spread outward from his lips, and knew that the inside of his mouth, throat, tongue, nose, must all be starting to change as well.

It was definitely Mickey's precum causing it, right! Yesterday it must've been the jagras… feeding him that mouthful… that had made his dick change… the conclusion was obvious, albeit not one he wanted to consciously acknowledge until he had to!

He suddenly froze; that would mean that, when the jagras mounting Mickey… came… that would change Mickey more, maybe a lot more… could he stop it? Was there anything he could do?

…not really, he realised; and felt an odd relief, feeling strangely pleased at the thought of a more changed Mickey…

The tempo of the jagras' thrusts was starting to speed up; and he suspected he might not have to wait long to find out what happened next!

The tailraider licked his face, gently and affectionately, but then backed its head off a little, and wound its tongue around the lower half of Mickey's shaft, pushing back the loose skin and underwear to expose more of it… and then working at it, especially the nubs, more and more insistently…

Above him, Adrian felt the motion as Mickey squirmed, presumably pleased at the extra attention.

…the damn tailraider was jerking Mickey off, into his..?!

But things were moving all too fast for Adrian's ambivalence and confused feelings to keep pace, as the mounting jagras' thrusts grew longer, harder, and a little more erratic; and suddenly the creature was hissing, first little more than a wheeze, but quickly growing to a hissing screech.

Mickey groaned and moaned, seemingly happily, as - it was all too clear - the creature mounting him, came.

The effect was rapid, and Adrian's suspicions were confirmed as he felt pops and cracks from Mickey's body above him; Mickey's position shifting, the weight increasing moment by moment.

Mickey's pants slipped further down his legs, leaving his thighs bare; hairless and discoloured already, but rapidly becoming more so, the dull matte skin turning increasingly to the shine of spreading scale, the colour deepening and subsuming the human flesh; Adrian watched with oddly rapt attention as inhuman muscle started to build up on the flabby limbs, becoming more and more jagras-like…

Then, he felt it; the cock on his tongue lengthening slightly, the skin getting even looser, the nubs more prominent, as the cockhead in his mouth started to change as well. With the uppermost jagras' fun almost finished, it wasn't thrusting as fast or as urgently, the rocking motions slower now, and Adrian was glad of that, the lengthening shaft might start choking him otherwise!

As the underpants started to strain a little, the body within them growing to new proportions, the tailraider sped up the pace of its licks, and Mickey continued to moan increasingly happily.

Adrian remembered how his dick had felt as it changed yesterday, and found himself in little doubt what was about to happen, as the precum flooding his mouth took on a familiar, bitter edge…

If jagras-cum had done this to Mickey, what would Mickey's cum do to him, he suddenly wondered, with a start of horror…

…and a strange curiosity?

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad, Mickey wasn't fully jagras, and maybe that's not how it worked… but he could feel his nose starting to wrap, the nostrils spreading apart with that pleasingly cooling tingle; and that was the influence of Mickey's precum alone, so…

Suddenly, Mickey thrust his hips forward, grunting with great urgency; the impetus now clearly his own, not driven by the jagras on his back. The tip of his cock pressed hard into the back of Adrian's throat, at the same moment as Adrian's nose was struck by the button on Mickey's pants as Mickey hilted into his mouth…

Rather than gagging, some instinct made Adrian swallow; he felt the tip slide into his throat, barbs catching his cheeks and lips, tugging in quite a pleasing way for him…

Evidently pleasing for Mickey too; the shifting man grunted, and then gave a delighted, inhuman hiiiiiissssssssss as his cock pulsed.

Adrian felt fluid jet into his throat, his face twisted with a grimace of disgust he didn't really feel!

The liquid felt hot as he swallowed the copious load, with more eagerness than he cared to admit to himself; but he quickly, almost immediately, felt the cooling sensation spreading out from his belly… flowing back down to his hips, and up to his face, the sensation that had been a vague tickle from Mickey's precum, suddenly becoming a pins-and-needles flood!

He grunted this time around a mouthful of cock, as his jaw popped; and then he felt his face lurch forward somehow, the feeling disorienting; then a second wave pulsed through him. Crossing his eyes, he realised that the tip of his nose seemed to have spread and flattened… and turned a sickly yellow, like a jagras' snout..!

It felt… pretty great…

He could hear the sounds of seams popping and tearing as Mickey continued to change; out of the corners of his eyes he could see sharp talons tearing free of Mickey's boot leather, the structure of the man's hips and legs shifting and stretching in front of him; but all too much to focus on any one aspect, considering the same was starting to happen to Adrian!

The tingling, cold sensation wasn't stopping with his snout; Mickey's cum might - or might not - be less potent than the tailraider's had been, but then he was getting force-fed a lot more of it! The feeling increasingly filled Adrian's backside too as he was forced to swallow more; he could feel a pencil-thin line of flesh creeping out of the base of his spine, and down his buttcrack. For a long moment he couldn't interpret the sensation but then he remembered the six-inch tail Mickey had tucked under his belt yesterday…

The mounted jagras started to pull itself free from the now-inhuman butt; the motion pulled the tip of Mickey's cock from Adrian's throat, and a moment later his mouth was shot full of another spurt of Mickey's cum.

His momentary first impression was that it tasted just as bad as it had yesterday… but then he realised a split-second later that no, it was… better. There was something to it, some vegetal or almost herbal quality, that cut through the musk and the bitterness and made his whole body shiver with delighted need…

Something about that more visceral reminder of yesterday's events brought him to his senses for a moment, and - realising that the weight was being removed from above him - he tried urgently to push himself away, maybe it wasn't too late..!

The now quite inhuman cocktip popped free from his mouth, another spurt of cum covering his nose and cheek… but then Mickey's hands grabbed at Adrian's thighs, either for balance or to keep him there - whichever it was, the effect was the same.

There was an audible slurp as the mounting jagras above Mickey finally dismounted; a softening jagras-cock flopping into Adrian's field of view, the creature shuffling backwards to step away, seemingly losing interest now that it was sated. Mickey gave another hissing moan, sounding… very satisfied…

More cum spurted into Adrian's face and over his proto-snout, Mickey grunting and bucking his hips slightly, evidently denied total satisfaction… even though the tailraider's tongue eagerly roamed across all the remainder of Mickey's shaft, as if cleaning it… or maybe milking the last dregs, quite deliberately, onto Adrian!

His jaw popped again, lengthening, and his nose and chin tingled with that more intense cooling sensation… not as intense as yesterday, but it was lasting longer and spreading further! He felt the short length of tail stuck in his buttcrack expanding rapidly, the pressure starting to get intense enough to hurt as the garment resisted further growth…

He grunted as the tension in his backside was suddenly released, the rear seam giving way on both his pants and underpants simultaneously, as maybe eighteen inches of tightly constricted, slowly thickening tail burst through them. From the position, Mickey must surely have had a full-on view of the tail's genesis, and Adrian knew that there was no concealing his own changes now…

“A-Adrian… you're… turning into… a…!" Mickey said, his voice husky and low, almost a hiss; and he sounded surprised, but strangely delighted, one last splurt of cum across Adrian's chin suggesting that Mickey very much liked this news…

But the jagras mounting Mickey was gone now - maybe this was their chance? It seemed such a flimsy hope; Mickey might not even be human any more… Hells, Adrian himself might not be!

“Mickey.. Help me, we have to run!" Adrian said, his voice surprising him at how pathetic the command now sounded. His dick was so erect it hurt; literally, jammed and tangled in his underwear and pressed against the tailraider's haunches, it was extremely uncomfortable.

He wanted nothing more to free it, and then just… give it what his whole body was begging for, no matter his ambivalence about what had just happened. But he knew, instinctively, that he shouldn't, they had to get back to Astera and get help, get out of herem get away from this jagras pack..!

To his surprise, the relaxed body above him tensed at the words.

“Mickey! Can you hear me?" Adrian added, louder and more vehemently, the sliver of hope suddenly overriding this bizarre libido that he was struggling mightily with. “We have to-"

But he didn't finish the sentence; he could barely even follow the action as, with a speed and strength that seemed genuinely superhuman, Mickey leapt up to his feet with an abrupt urgency that surpassed Adrian's own. In the same motion, the half-man, half-jagras creature pulled his pants back up, at least far enough to not be tripping over them…

The movements were lightning fast, and precise; Adrian had only a momentary impression of Mickey's torn boots, with long, clawed paws protruding from them, and a length of tail hanging from the wider hips almost to the floor, before he was grabbed by the back of his shirt and lifted, or rather tossed, into the air.

He gave a startled yelp as he was caught in a pair of powerful arms, instinctively grabbing at them and at a pair of broad, thickly muscled shoulders to arrest his fall.

The creature that had been Mickey seemed to be powerfully built, enough to put most hunters to shame, and quite unlike the soft-edged researcher he had been not long before. His face was almost unrecognisable too; hairless, and stretched out into a jagras-like snout, yellow all over except for some reddish-brown stripes across it - a typical jagras camouflage pattern. The cranium was a little too large and rounded, like a human's; the muzzle too short and too narrow; but nobody who knew any jagras would mistake it; other than the unusually yellow but very human eyes looking out from it.

The overstretched but almost surprisingly intact shirt was one of the few clear signs that this creature was the same Mickey who'd woken up that morning!

In the moments it took him to process all that, Mickey had spun around, jumped backward towards the mouth of the small cave, and glared at the trio of jagras within; Adrian's tailraider was still getting to its feet, the sated tailraider just standing to one side, but the third jagras, the smallest of the three, pressing itself against the rear wall, looking almost scared of… the other two jagras.

Why would that one be scared, though..? It had come in here with them, even though it hadn't… gotten involved. Its behaviour was very unusual… made no kind of sense!

But then Mickey… roared.

There was no other word for the loud, guttural, inhuman sound, part yell and part hiss, that echoed around the cave. All the jagras instantly dropped to the ground, with a look that Adrian took to be the same startled fright that he himself felt!

There was a moment of paralysed stillness, before Mickey turned rapidly and bolted, dashing out of the cave entrance, still carrying Adrian; and then careening down the slope at a very uncomfortable speed, jumping from rock to rock!

“Mickey, wh-what are you doing?!" Adrian grunted and gasped, jostled around as the larger being bounded down the slope. For a long moment he wasn't even sure if Mickey could speak back…

“Getting away. Like you said", Mickey grunted, his voice a deeper rumble, between breaths.

“But… our stuff, my glaive, it's all still back there!" Adrian protested, still reeling, trying to process what was happening… what had just happened.

“Didn't want to… risk it. Wasn't sure they'd listen and stay there", Mickey replied.

“Listen? Er… you mean the… roar? What was that, what did you do?"

Mickey hesitated; Adrian wasn't sure if he was just concentrating for a moment on getting down the steep mountainside, or if he was thinking how to answer.

“...hard to explain? Told them I was angry and to leave us alone. Got a feeling they listened", he replied, after a longer pause.

Adrian leaned his head up slightly, as far as he dared with all the motions as Mickey ran, to confirm that the jagras weren't there; but to his consternation, one of them was bounding down the slope toward them!

“Uh… there's one chasing us!" he said, with sudden urgency.

Mickey seemed unperturbed, though. “Just one? It's fine, just the hunter, then."

“The hunter? You know which one's which?" Adrian asked, before realising that he'd been able to recognise individual jagras yesterday as well - even if he'd never been able to before. Maybe that was an effect of whatever was happening to them..?

“Yes", Mickey said simply, then paused long enough that Adrian was sure he was just going to leave it at that. “There's your tailraider. I assume that was it, anyway. The one that got up in my tail is the bully, always trying something, misbehaving. He's the one who changed me before too. The other one, the small one who looks wrong, that's the hunter. Used to be, anyway. Seems obvious now."

Adrian took a moment to realise what Mickey was saying. “Wait… you mean hunter like… a Hunter?! Like us, someone who… got changed?"

Mickey made an affirmative grunt. “Explains why the gajalakas didn't want him to come along. Why he pushed in and followed anyway. Why he kept trying to lead me away. Why he didn't participate in the… sex, before, or now. Why he looks wrong, he's not totally changed yet. Probably stuck as almost-a-jagras, not wanting to go all the way… or something. Not wanting to change me either. Or… no… think he wanted to, he got erect plenty, just, wouldn't."

Adrian's cheeks flushed and he looked away, uncomfortable at the more openly sexual topic.

Mickey paused for a long moment, then, perhaps thinking Adrian might not have noticed yet, added, “Sex is what causes it, you see."

Adrian shuddered, still unable to bring himself to say it, barely even able to form the thought. Surely, he felt, Mickey would have been shy, or shier, about voicing these kinds of thoughts yesterday too; but Mickey spoke very calmly, matter-of-factly.

Adrian gradually realised, over Mickey's shoulder, that the jagras was bobbing its head up and down, vigorously, and looking right at him when it noticed he was staring at it. He happily let himself get distracted from the increasing unease he was feeling.

Was it nodding?

“Uh… he's… nodding. At what you're saying, I think..?" Adrian said, staring. Now that he was looking, were the forelegs a bit too long, the forelaws a bit too long, the snout a bit short, the stance - especially at full gallop downhill - a bit too ungainly by the standards of the usually graceful monsters?

Seeing him notice, and perhaps hearing his words, it seemed to quite deliberately stop nodding, then start again, as if to answer.

“Er… shake your head then, if you're hearing me?" He said, feeling a little dumb about talking to a monster like this, especially while being shaken around and carried in Mickey's arms!

But he felt a sinking feeling as the creature started shaking its head in response. “Damn. Okay, yeah, I'm sure you're right", he said, this time to Mickey. “I guess we're taking him back to Astera too. He's a he, right?" he added, trying to remember if Mickey had said.

Mickey gave a snort of amusement. “Of course, he. Jagras females stay and guard the pack's territory, males go out and hunt. Accompany the Great Jagras, pack leader, all that. My job is studying them! Maybe that's how I can tell. Maybe it's because I've changed, it just all makes… lots more sense now. All of it does."

Adrian shuddered, the reminder that they were being… affected… by some outside force again breaking through the shell of a strangely pleasant perception of these changes. He realised that in the escape, his rock-hard erection had at least softened enough to not be uncomfortably twisted in his underwear; but with his pubic hair gone, he could feel the damp patches of precum that had soaked uncomfortably through the garment.

That alone would have been an uneasy reminder at just how… great it had felt to taste Mickey's shaft, swallow his cum, even being trapped and forced into the act. His half-hard cock was so sensitive, it was almost painful how horny and overstimulated he felt.

The shock of the escape wearing off, he was starting to feel increasingly uncomfortable at being carried like this; it was kind of emasculating, but… worse than that… was how nice it felt to be held close to a powerful male body like this, kept safe…

Unconsciously, he realised, he'd held himself closer to Mickey, sliding an arm around the lengthened neck; his much-denied cock stirring and twitching at the proximity. Every now and again, he'd feel momentary disgust at what he'd just been forced to do, even if Mickey hadn't intended it; but in between it was hard not to just think of it as pleasurable… as a good experience.

Without thinking, he licked at his lip; the fast cooling cum that had been blasted over his face was still there. The rich taste of sexual fulfilment filled his mouth again, and for a long moment he couldn't tell if he'd meant to lick it up or not… but then blushed furiously as he realised Mickey was staring at him, his rush down the mountainside slowing.

Mickey said nothing, and returned his eyes to the trail ahead; but he clearly knew. Damn it all!

“Er… you'd better stop, they're not behind us, other than the hunter back there", Adrian said, trying to change subject. “Put me down and let's find a stream, I need to… get cleaned up."

Mickey gave an amused snort, and changed direction slightly; but otherwise gave no reply.