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"How about some poker?" George asked, eyeing the skinnier guy playfully, twirling the closed box of cards in his hand.

Manny, busy stoking up the camp-fire in anticipation for some mugs of hot chocolate and roasted marshmallows later, nodded. "Sure, sounds good."

George suppressed a sigh. "Maybe this is a mistake," he thought glumly to himself. He knew it wasn't too late to back out now, to just enjoy a nice night out under the stars, maybe have a nice fuck in the tent if he wasn't too depressed, then just head back into the city. They'd probably break up then, meaning George would have to pack up all of his stuff and move out.

He looked up slowly, Manny coming over to drop down on the picnic rug they'd spread out earlier. Clouds were starting to roll in, and it was getting dark enough that - if they were caught - things could easily be explained away. George joined him on the rug.

"Should I shuffle?" George asked, slipping the cards out into his wide outstretched palm.

"Yeah," Manny replied, "I'll just get them everywhere, you're better at shuffling."

George smiled slightly, splitting the deck between his hands, riffling them together, seemingly to shuffle them well. Manny hadn't wanted to shuffle the cards because George was far more well-practised. George, having always been huge even as a kid, had learned magic tricks to feel less like a clumsy galoot. It hadn't worked, but at least he had a deck that was fool-proof to force into the order he wanted. As a misdirect, he suggested aloud, "We could make it interesting."

"I haven't played much poker," Manny explained, peering over the edge of the pot above the fire to check on the hot chocolate.

"I haven't either, to be honest," lied George, "but this is a pretty common variant. Strip poker."

Manny grinned, pulling open the marshmallow bag, "Sounds good! We can use these as tokens."

"Good idea!" George exclaimed. He dealt the cards out as Manny divvied up the marshmallows evenly, adding, "I've got a couple of, uh, other additions to the game, but that'll - heh - come later."

His hand, as he'd planned, was terrible: ten high, a real dog through and through. All he had to do was string Manny along for a bit beforehand. Manny would, hopefully, ask for two more cards and get two pair. George wriggled his toes in his boots; he was ready to take them off. In fact, he was starting to feel a bit confined by clothing altogether.

"What'll you ask to take off first?" George inquired. "Or can I already guess?"

Manny grinned, answering, "A boot, probably. You?"

"The same," George agreed. "We hopefully won't need them for at least half an hour." He got Manny to laugh by wriggling his eyebrows. "Let's say socks and boots count as one item each."

As expected, Manny asked for two cards; the bidding didn't go far, and George acted out his part. "I thought you were going to fall for my bluff," he replied, dangling one booted foot in front Manny.

Eagerly, Manny went to work undoing the laces. "That was a terrible hand," he admonished, slowly working off the sweaty boot. George wriggled his slightly more free toes in the air, sliding his hip over to poke Manny on the nose.

"Ugh, gross!" Manny moaned.

"You know you love it," George teased, lying prone on the rug, "or you wouldn't have gone for the boots first."

"So did you!" Manny observed.

"Because I had a shitty hand," George answered indignantly, "so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Besides, most 'faaaaygits' would want me to take my shirt off at least." George's flannel shirt was barely hanging on to his massive frame, the buttons taut where his pectorals bulged out, and both guys knew he had some thick abs waiting below them.

"Really?" Manny glared accusatively. "'Faggots'?"

He could tell that wasn't what Manny's problem really was. People did stare at George longingly when they went out. George, however, minded very much being watched hungrily, but never let on. He had learned to cope with it with humour. Rolling over, George got to his feet. Gyrating around like a male stripper, he joked, "If you all are gonna objectify me, I'll objectify y'alllllll back!"

"You're terrible!" Manny accused, "You need to be punished. Hop over and get us some hot chocolate."

Ignoring his missing boot, and Manny's subsequent cries of how wrong and gross and very unhealthy it was to walk around barefoot in nature, George pulled the pot off of the fire and carefully ladled some into each of their mugs.

Bringing the mugs over and handing them to Manny, George said, "I'm just going to stoke up the fire so we don't have to worry about it for a bit."

"Okay, honey," Manny replied, adding some of his winnings to his mug.

By the fire, George threw a couple of smaller logs on to the fire. It would keep Manny from doing it himself, he reasoned, and he didn't want the fire going on for too much longer if things continued to go well. Finished with the fire, he came over and dropped onto the rug, taking his mug back from Manny and gulping some of the marshmallowy chocolate down. "Not the only thing hot and gooey I want in my mouth," George thought lasciviously, nostrils starting to flare up.

"You owe me another boot," Manny reminded him. With a grunt, George shifted his leg over to Manny, who dutifully removed the second part of his prize.

"Ready for a second hand?" George asked, gathering up the cards, pretending to idly shuffle them while sneaking a glimpse and trying to keep some cards he wanted near the top.

Manny, coughing after accidentally ingesting a large lump of marshmallow, nodded.

George had made this had for Manny to win again, only this time it'd be a much more exciting round. Both had almost good hands - a straight and a flush - but Manny would, fate willing, be the only one to get the ones he wanted.

It was an exciting round for George, as it seemed Manny was going to do something illogical and potentially plan-ruining. Fortunately, Manny wanted clarification on the rules, and as it was to his plan anyway, George was happy to explain. "It's just a 'friendly' game after all," he pointed out. Manny, therefore, 'won' the huge ante of marshmallows that had built up.

"That was close!" Manny noted.

"You've probably still got some beginner's luck," George explained deceitfully. "That'll run out eventually."

"Socks, please," Manny demanded after finishing off the last of his hot chocolate. George obliged, slipping them off his feet, then planting them in Manny's general direction. Feet were one of Manny's buttons, and George felt he'd need all of the leverage on his side that he could get.

Collecting all of the cards together, George shuffled them, waiting for Manny to finish swallowing the marshmallow he'd popped into his mouth. "He'd choke on it otherwise," George thought. It was getting hard to focus on his plan - being out here usually did that to him - but there was still a bit of groundwork that needed to be laid.

"So," he said, timed to match him planting one of the aces near the top of the deck, "you know your tablet?"

"Yeah?" Manny asked. "Do you want one? You can have it if you want, I was planning on upgrading soon anyway."

"No, just that while I was on there I found some of your porn," George said, forcing another ace to the top of the deck.

The effect on Manny was immediate; even in the dying light George could almost feel the blood rush out of his face as he replied, "Oh?"

George knew that feeling well: on tenterhooks waiting uncertainly for your biggest secret to be revealed, dreading it coming out there. He didn't want to leave Manny waiting there for too long. "Is it just wolf guys you find attractive," George half-teased, "or could it be any animal?"

"Oh my god!" Manny moaned, hands creeping up over his face.

"Manny, it's alright," George replied, "I just wish you'd told me sooner."

Manny gurgle-choked, arms flailing about. "It doesn't bother you?"

George laughed, "No, although you should really be more careful about whom you let borrow your stuff in future if you're going to leave that lying around for easy access."

"You tricked me," Manny whined. "Tricked me with sex."

George breathed heavily. "Now's the best time," he thought, placing the last ace into place. He almost fumbled with the cards out of nervousness. "So, are you just into wolf guys, or are there other animal men you find hot?"

"I guess," Manny explained, face going red as he picked up the cards George dealt him.

"What about," George asked, pausing to breathe heavily, "moose, and deer and such?"

Manny thought about it for a moment before replying, "Yeah, I guess, they're a bit more unusual though."

George repeated, "Unusual." He quickly dealt out the cards; Manny was going to win this round with four aces, according to George's plan. Hopefully Manny would figure out something was up by then. George said, picking up his own hand of random cards, "Would you, uh, want actually do something with those things if they were real? The animal-men, I mean."

Manny stated, slightly deflated, "It doesn't gross you out, does it?"

George burst out into a fit of giggling, trying to breathe heavily to calm himself down; it didn't work particularly well, so he just got a weird look from Manny until he picked up his hands.

"Okay," he said over George's hand-muffled laughter, "four aces? You're cheating to let me win!"

George nodded, his head feeling slightly giddy and a little sore from laughing too much. "Sorry," he said, his laughter finally abating. "I'm... I just haven't ever told anyone else about this. I wasn't going to tell you, at least not for a while, until I found that porn." He breathed heavily, and pressed his eyes tightly shut. George finally admitted, "I can change my body into that of a moose. Usually the whole way, but I can in little bits, at least for a little while."

George dropped his cards on the blanket, and then slowly strained whatever it was inside him that let him transform. He hoped it would work where he wanted to - just on his feet - but he didn't always have it under control.

The changes were slow at first; George's human body was already pretty hairy, so it was only because he could feel the hair sprouting and changing that he knew it was working at all.

Manny complained, "George, if you're just fucking with me..." He trailed off when he noticed George's toes. The flesh on them was shifting around, swelling the size of two of his central toes as the outside ones became smaller. The most prominent change was to the big toe. "Holy shit!" Manny exclaimed, too transfixed to move.

George gritted his teeth; he'd gone through the process many times in the past, but human bodies were not designed to be fluid. Usually he'd have masturbated if he'd intended on transforming, to drown his brain in endorphins, but he needed to keep himself pent up for what he hoped would happen later.

The nails on the two enlarged and the three comparatively smaller toes were starting to grow in, becoming thicker and darker. His lower hooves were starting to take shape. The change moved up George's legs, the bones of his feet cracking audibly. A weird, charley-horse-like cramping ran through his calf muscles as material from his shrinking lower legs shifted into the elongating feet.

Sweating profusely, George looked at Manny, who seemed to be frozen in place. Under strain, he choked out, "Manny, please!"

"It's, uh," Manny judged, scratching his head, "it's interesting."

"You little shit!" George bellowed, losing a little control; the transformation quickly shifted all over: his shirt and pants tightened even further around him, and he itched all over as his sweaty skin was pierced by the growth of extra hair. His fingers, the third and fourth slightly enlarged, clawed into the earth through the rug.

"Whoa!" Manny exclaimed, looking very concerned, "Are you alright?"

Panting, George nodded; his head was feeling sore, probably from the start of the antlers. He'd just managed to wrest back control in the nick of time. "So," George asked, "what do you think?"

Manny answered, "Honestly, I don't know what to think. I didn't really expect this kind of thing to be real."

"I thought you might like it," George admitted dishearteningly.

Manny rubbed George's feet, and explained, "It's just a lot to take in. How long have you been this way?"

"My whole life," George answered. "My parents both ended up with it, and I got it from my mum. It's passed in blood, and, uh..."

"That explains the double bagging," Manny reflected. "I thought you were just extra cautious."

George nodded, "It's why I wanted to show you. I'd like to do more stuff with you. But I can't without you knowing about this. You don't have to change, but you will if you get stressed or scared and haven't trained enough. Anyway, it's up to you."

Manny nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll have to think about it."

George couldn't take it any longer. "You wouldn't mind if I finished?" he asked. "It's really wearing me out."

Manny nodded, replying, "Sure, go ahead."

George grinned, saying, "I won't be too talkative, but I'll still be me so I won't hurt you or shit on the rug or anything."

Manny snorted in response, watching George intensely. George wriggled his pants down slightly, sliding off of the rug as they and his boxers slipped down to his knees. Exposed, his butt slid onto the cold dirt, twigs and leaves poking him uncomfortably, but he still sighed in pleasure as he slipped and kicked his pants off, leaving him sprawled, naked from the waist down.

George's body was getting hot, from both the change and from arousal: the constant masturbation before transforming had intertwined the two sensations in his mind. His cock hard and already half an inch longer than it usually was when he was fully human, bobbed in the cooling early evening air. His orbs had gotten fatter too, nestled against the insanely thick bush of pubes and moose hair growing over the skin of his crotch. One hand slowly working his shaft, the other fumbling awkwardly with the buttons on his shirt.

Entranced by his boyfriend sprawling and jerking himself off, Manny suddenly stepped closer. His hand hovered, going to reach out but freezing, eyes shifting between the bestial hooves and the raging, needy his boyfriend was sporting.

George twitched and moaned when Manny approached, "Manny, please don't, not if you're not sure!"

Manny's intense, lustful stare and the obvious straining bulge told George that Manny was either sure, or too aroused to care. George panicked, wondering if he'd just ruined Manny's life when the slender guy quickly pulled off his shirt. Manny's sleek, hairy chest glowed under the light of the setting sun reflected off of the overhead clouds and the light of the still-flickering fire. Lowering his own pants, Manny's giant erection bobbed into view, the tip wet with pre-cum.

"Shit," George thought, "he's really turned on!" Seeing Manny's cock out aroused him further. Two buds painfully burst out of his temples. His face shifted slightly more, his jaw expanding, stretching his features to becoming larger. His pronounced nose snorted, a wet, steamy spray clouding in the night air.

His half-changed legs made walking impossible, so George had no chance to escape when Manny piled up his discarded clothes and came over, tucking a marshmallow into his navel. George's shirt burst open, buttons scattering as his thick-pelted chest barrelled out.

George shifted his arm away from his cock - lengthening into a long, pink spear - as Manny straddled him, belly-button right at the tip of his growing muzzle. His thickening tongue poked out, scooping up the sweet treat while his brown eyes stared into Manny's.

Curling up the muscles in what were half-arms, half-forelegs, George slid Manny's dick into his mouth, gently sucking on it while his muzzle expanded around it to envelop it further. His tongue slobbered along Manny's length, the thick, meaty protuberance slickening the shaft with saliva.

Manny reached out to grab on to George's growing antlers, which had grown into the size of George's oversized, currently-transforming hands. He eased himself deeper into George's muzzle with long thrusts.

George fondled the tip of his shaft with the insides of his forelegs - he didn't have enough manual dexterity any more to manage anything else. It ached to be shoved into something warm and moist, or at least receive some good hard strokes from Manny soon. It was nice to have Manny's entire cock in his mouth without gagging - not something he could have managed, even with his slightly-too-prominent jaw as a human - especially shoving his flat wide nose into Manny's musky crotch.

A wet splat came from behind Manny; George's now-fully cervine cock had slipped out of his grasp as his torso had grown longer and wider, moving his almost-completely hoof-tipped arms out of range of the tip. It hadn't been helped as the tissue connecting George's sheath to his belly had completed growing, pinning his dick closer to his undercarriage.

Manny slipped his cock out with a moan; saliva and pre-cum dripping over George's muzzle. When Manny got off of him, George quickly rolled around to turn over; laying on his back was getting uncomfortable, and his short tail had somehow grown stuck underneath his butt. Pushing up with his large hoofed legs, George lowered his head, and snorted a few times to try to indicate laughter. "Bad enough being a moose," he thought, "but trying to appear sheepish as well..."

Manny idly stroked himself, mentioning, "You are one huge moose, George." Looking underneath the still-growing, still-changing moose-man, he said, "It's, I don't know, a little creepy. You're an animal now."

George, unable to say any of the dozen of choice phrases that came to mind, bugled angrily at Manny.

"Hey! Hey!" Manny added. "It is still you in there, right?"

George twisted his thickening neck, and tried to roll his eyes; not having tried to convey human emotions in this body before, he wasn't sure if he was successful. He nodded as well for good measure.

"Well, alright," Manny relented. "Since it's you. But if anyone approaches I'm going to stop, okay?" Then he was out of George's sight.

George twisted his head to the side to follow Manny, but it wasn't necessary. He could feel Manny's fingers tentatively touching his smooth, pink rod as it jutted out. Enclosing his fist around George's dick, Manny slowly stroked him off.

"Oh god, that's nice," George thought; he'd tried masturbating with just his equipment transformed before, but it never lasted too long before he got too excited and ended up transforming the whole way. Sex, though, was a whole new thing; getting to be totally comfortable and relax, letting the beast come out completely, pushing through the last twinges of pain, it was all amazing.

Suddenly Manny stopped; George heard him say, "I'm sorry, this is just too weird."

George snorted. He should have expected Manny to be reluctant, but it didn't hurt to try. He did feel aggravatingly pent-up, but he wasn't going to push it any further. "He'll probably want to break up with me now," George thought miserably as he slowly nodded his head. It was going to take some time before he'd have the energy to turn back, and he'd probably end up stuck as a moose until tomorrow afternoon; slowing transformations always took a lot out of him. Turning away dejectedly, he wondered, "Maybe I should just stop being a person for a while. How do you even be gay as a moose?"

Manny called out, "George? Where are you going?"

George couldn't answer if if he'd wanted to, so he just turned his head and tried to look apologetic and tried telepathically telling Manny that he just wanted to be alone.

"Stop sulking, you big baby," Manny grinned. "It's passed through blood too, right? Can't you bite me or something."

George looked confused, testing his broad teeth. He hadn't really thought of doing that, and he doubted it would work unless he had enough blood in his mouth. Eventually he shook his head. "Shit," he swore, "I'm going to get a sore neck if we keep up with the twenty questions." The huge antlers which had finally finished growing in made communicative head movements really awkward, and even though the musculature was basically the same, it still felt wrong doing them as a moose.

But he was pretty determined - and Manny still had an erection and looked as hot as hell, and he himself was definitely in the mood for sex - so George paced around, scouting around their camp-site, looking for something that could get blood out of him.

"Ah!" George thought, laying eyes on his pocketknife. Snorting and stamping to get Manny's attention, he kept his vision trained on the knife.

"What is it?" Manny asked, approaching. Looking down, he though, "Oh, really? I don't want to hurt you."

George determinedly nodded his head, bugling.

Manny slowly lowered, holding the knife in his hands. "I'll only make a small cut," he promised, as he nervously placed the blade's tip against George's flank.

George winced, clamping his jaw shut; instinct made him want to flee, but he knew it would be okay. Manny then turned the knife on himself, cutting himself across the tip of his finger with a yelp. Rubbing the wounds together, Manny dropped the knife with his other hand.

"Okay," Manny shrugged, wrapping his arms around George's neck.

George rubbed his muzzle against Manny's back. "I hope you haven't made a huge mistake," he thought.

"What do I do now?" Manny asked, before laughing and ruffling the short patch of thicker moose hair on George's head. "I probably should stop asking you questions, huh?"

Blinking, George thought, "Oh well, there's no going back now." Head-butting Manny, George nudged his confused boyfriend away from the fire.

"What? What is it?" wondered Manny.

George continued to nudge him; he needed enough space around Manny for him to thrash around if he changed, and not ruin any of their stuff. In the clear, he dropped his muzzle, eyeing Manny's rear. "That ass is mine," George grinned, sliding his tongue up between Manny's cheeks.

"Ooh!" Manny quivered, grinning and bending over. George's tongue continued to reach between Manny's slightly-spread legs, jiggling Manny's balls and tasting his sweaty taint. "Ooh!" Manny repeated, his breathing getting heavy as his flagging erection returned.

George smelled the transformation starting to happen to Manny; his muscles twitched in sympathy and excitement. He could just make out the thickening hair around Manny's butt as his tongue slid over the rounded mounds.

"Oh! George!" Manny exclaimed excitedly, "I think it's happening!" Showing off he turned around.

George twisted his head to the side to get a better view. Manny, stroking idly at his cock, rubbed what George guessed from his own experience was the prickly new fur sprouting out of him. Watching another guy transform - particularly Manny - was a huge turn on for him. His head lowered again, his huge muzzle encasing Manny's long hard shaft, the tang of sweat and changing fluids intoxicating George so much he ignored the fact he'd caught Manny up with his antlers.

Manny didn't seem to mind. His hands gripped tightly to the hairs at the peak on George's back, panting heavily. His muscles and bones started to throb and ache, but it didn't overwhelm the seemingly-heightened twitches of pleasure sent through him by George's muzzle enveloping his cock.

George's tongue noticed the first signs of Manny's dick changing. The texture of the hard shaft sliding up and down his tongue as Manny instinctively thrust into his warm, wet mouth was becoming slicker. Manny's musk was growing more potently, driving him even wilder. The tip of his tongue played around where the base of the shaft had started getting encased by Manny's first shaft.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Manny repeated. Drenched in sweat, he had to disentangle himself, shaking George's head until he was free.

George turned his head, slightly disappointed and annoyed, but he smirked as well as his moose lips would allow. Manny's body was covered with a brown pelt of fur. His own muzzle had started to push out - not as wide as George's, but he had already guessed. "I probably should have told him he wasn't built to be a moose," George chuckled in his head, "but he'll make a fine-ass stag."

Once free, Manny was tilting his head back, reshaping hands rapidly jerking along the tightly stiffening, spongy pink shaft that was even longer than his already huge cock had been, wrists both slapping into the oversized fuzzy orbs nestling between his transforming legs.

George walked around him, his own shaft jutting out below. The budding bulges on Manny's head burst, velvet-lined spikes pushing out into the night air, the ears growing and shifting on his altering skull. The small tufted tail jutting out upright above his cute, furry ass.

Manny's seed blasted in a giant arc, the fluid glistening in the sky before it rained wetly down. George heard him roar, then collapse onto all fours, Manny's changing skeleton unable to support him on two reshaping legs.

George rubbed up against his flank, licking the side of Manny's face while taking care not to entangle his huge horns with Manny's expanding set. "I need to tell him he has a nice rack later," George thought, watching as it branched out into a curvy mass of velvet-covered bone.

Wobbly and unsure, Manny tried to stand. George guessed he'd made it look easy, but the body usually came with the right changes to the brain to make everything work okay eventually. Slipping his muzzle underneath Manny's new round underside, he lapped some of Manny's semen off of his retracting animal cock.

George cycled around, checking Manny over; there wasn't much outwardly human about him now. His footing seemed to be getting surer as the finishing touches pushed his slender, hoofed limbs. His face had transform, his handsome human features replaced by an equally handsome, and excitingly fearsome, stag's head. Nosing Manny's flank, he certainly smelled alright.

Then he was standing at Manny's rear, and seeing his puckered deer hole brought out the unsatisfied lust in him. George roared, and Manny seemed to understand now, his white-tipped tail flashing up, letting George know it was finally time.

George rose up, the huge weight of the front of the body slamming down, slightly ungraciously, onto Manny's back, who shook but remained steady. George hardly thought; his mate was below him now, and he moved on instinct, his needy erection jabbing around Manny's rear.

"Open up!" George thought, pushing and pulling on Manny's hindquarters, trying to get him into a good position.

Manny spread his legs, and squatted down a little; George held himself up as best he could. They fumbled around for nearly a minute, then George's shaft hit something puckered and hot, and he rammed it in.

Manny yelped in pain, but after the initial shock he seemed to get over it quickly. George was relieved - he really hadn't known what to actually do when they got to this position, but they'd managed it. And was it worth the wait! Manny's hole was tight and warm, and the whole idea of overpowering him, and him submitting was heightened about actually being wild animals while doing so.

With his hips smacking into Manny's rump, George felt the first trickle through his groin of his juices getting ready. They'd done anal before, as human beings, but George had insisted out of fear of taking things very slow, and he usually couldn't climax. There was no fear of that now; it has started small, but his balls were churning, his system being drenched with his transformation-spreading juices.

With a quiet grunt, his body was satisfied. Hot, thick squirts of George's semen fired out into Manny insides. Not wanting to strain his boyfriend's new cervine body any longer than necessary, George pulled out, shifting backwards as Manny moved forward, turning around to nose at him.

George just stood there for a moment, dazed and happy, his cock leaking semen. Nosing Manny back, he walked around, cock sliding into its furry home, quickly giving Manny's ass a clean with his tongue. Once he was satisfied, he looked up at the sky.

"That was fantastic," he thought, feeling incredibly calm and happy. He'd never dared that he'd get this chance, yet it did happen and it exceeded his expectations.

Pulling himself together, he nudged Manny on the side. George's growling stomach reminded him that he - no, they - needed to eat. He'd teach Manny to forage, and how to watch out for predators. Not many would mess with him, though, he decided. He was feeling very big and powerful tonight.

Nudging Manny, George took him around the camp-site to feast on the spoils of the nearby plants and trees, keeping an eye on the fire to make sure it went out, his head still swimming from the best orgasm of his life.