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GATHERS NO MOSS, PART III

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By Sovandar

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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 could do little but wait, as Mickey carried him bodily down the mountain, at a breakneck pace that was surely only one misstep away from being literally breakneck.

Mickey, though he was clearly concentrating hard on the terrain and keeping his footing, showed no signs of concern; a far cry from his earlier, nervous misdemeanour, his confident and calm air was, Adrian found, surprisingly soothing.

…Maybe even appealing, his raging libido kept trying to insist, though the discomfort of being shaken around as Mickey bounded from rock to rock kept such matters thankfully far from his focus!

It felt like forever, but was probably no more than a minute or two, before Adrian noticed that the headlong sprint down the mountain was becoming a steady jog, the slope becoming flatter terrain. The forest was still a ways off down the mountainside but more and more bushes and plants were starting to dot the landscape here, on the lower areas of the exposed slope.

They wound between a few low, craggy rocks, Mickey slowing to a more usual walking speed that still seemed unusually quick by Adrian’s usual standard; how far down had they come, and how fast..?

“There’s a stream here. Bit small though”, Mickey said, hopping down a few rocks into a concealed, shallow gully, finally drawing to a halt; he set Adrian gently down on the moss-covered ground.

Adrian felt a momentary relief at the words; the skin of his face was feeling cold, the moisture evaporating from Mickey’s slowly drying cum, all down his cheek and forehead, a reminder of the unwitting fellatio Adrian had performed - unwitting but, despite his attempts to persuade himself otherwise, not unpleasant…

Setting aside that turmoil, he focused on getting clean, on restoring some semblance of normality; he glanced briefly around, taking in his surroundings.

The gully formed a shallow bowl, into which a trickle of a stream ran from deep crevices between the rocks. “Stream” was a generous description for it, though; once the trickle was inside the gully, it spread out and soaked into a thick carpet of moss, vanishing away. The ground was too rocky to be called a swamp, but “swampy” was certainly the phrase that leapt to mind to describe the carpet of damp moss interspersed with small puddles.

Maybe he could soak a bit of cloth in the upstream trickle, but the puddles looked too swallow to even dip a hand in to collect some; he needed a pool or something, really! Maybe he could use some clumps of moss like a wet flannel, or something, would that work..?

As he idly considered what to do, his gaze slid across the mossy ground, to the clawed paws of the man - or perhaps more accurately, man-creature - alongside him. Three long, greenish-yellow sharp-clawed toes protruded from a torn-open boot on the left paw; on the right though, the boot was missing - evidently lost on the flight downhill - leaving only shreds of a sock over the three main toes, and revealing a fourth smaller claw that the boot on the left still concealed; from its position, the remnants of the former big toe, he reasoned.

Mickey clearly had the paws of a jagras, and a big one; he even stood on the “toes” now, in a digitigrade stance, the way they did.

His gaze drifted upward, following the increasingly deep-green scales of Mickey’s legs until they vanished under his somewhat torn pants-legs, protruding through the seams which were either uncomfortably strained, or already torn open; the garment was not very secure, but held so tightly to the inflated limbs within that it almost seemed more like it was painted on the scales…

Mickey stood with his knees bent, Adrian saw; the impressively thick thighs were bunched up and full of energy, like coiled springs. No wonder they’d gotten down here so fast.

In fact, the pants were already more torn than Adrian had first realised; the seam around the groin and seat looked like it had given way entirely, each leg now separated; only the remnants of a rather torn cloth belt kept the pieces together in some semblance of order. Adrian hadn’t noticed that happen, but he recalled hearing tearing sounds when Mickey grabbed him out of the cave earlier, so it was probably then.

He glanced past the groin and exposed underwear; feeling momentary relief, but also a pang of disappointment, seeing that Mickey’s shaft had retreated from view.

A somewhat distended-looking slit could be glimpsed through the now-excessively-tight underwear, still missing the fly-button, but Adrian’s gaze moved past quickly, distracted by the momentary fright of realising that if the seams had torn a bit differently, and let a length of fabric hang loose, Mickey could easily have tripped on it. What an embarrassing way that would’ve been for them to die, sent rolling down a steep, rocky mountainside at speed by Mickey tripping over his own pants!

A four-foot length of tail swayed behind him, hanging low to the floor. His hips had shifted as well; the thighs didn’t meet at the groin, instead there was a wide gap under Mickey’s crotch where his torso merged into the tail.

Above the underwear was bare, green-scaled belly; it was slightly rounded off but there was clearly a lot of muscle there under the thick scale. Micky’s shirt started several inches higher than that, and the long-sleeved garment was torn badly in a few places, hanging loose, and struggling to contain the bulky creature within that was clearly several sizes too large for it! Mickey’s upper body was broader than his lower body would have suggested, and powerful; his longer arms protruded almost comically from the sleeves, a good 8 inches or so; and at the shoulders, the sleeves had nearly torn free from the main body of the shirt.

Mickey’s hands were still more reminiscent of dextrous human hands than a jagras’ forepaws, but there was little human about the yellow scales and claws that tipped each finger… no, rather, the thumb and three largest fingers, his pinky finger on each hand, although scaled, was shrunken and seemed almost like it was stuck to his ring finger.

Dark forest-green scales poked through each gap in the shirt fabric, all the way up to the neck, where they began to fade into a more complex mottled pattern, leading up to the yellow-striped, sharp-toothed snout he knew from many another jagras!

…Or, almost so. Mickey’s seemed thicker set somehow, slightly different… Adrian realised he was looking up nearly a foot at someone who’d been a few inches shorter, not that long ago! Mickey was looming over him, the weight of his tail forcing him to lean forward so that his snout was almost directly above Adrian’s head…

…and, he realised at last, his visual exploration had taken longer than he’d thought.

Mickey was staring back at him, and seemed amused at Adrian’s interest. Adrian felt his face flush, and he looked away; realising, with a growing sense of embarrassment, that his own short length of tail was flicking rapidly back and forth, betraying an excitement he wasn’t even consciously aware of. But his cock certainly was; his pants felt uncomfortably tight again, gods damn it all he was so horny..!

“Er, there’s not really enough water here, we should probably carry on…” Adrian said, looking away, and staring at the trickle of water and the mossy ground, anything but at Mickey.

For an instant, he met the gaze of the jagras, the changed hunter, who stepped into the path of his stare; although it had followed them down here, Adrian still wasn’t certain if the creature were friend or foe, hadn’t Mickey - in a saner, more human past, wanted to keep it away along with the rest?

As he watched, the jagras shook its head, very subtly but quite distinctly, as if warning him of something; the knowing gaze in the slitted eyes was in many ways more discomfiting than Mickey’s friendly, amused expression.

“Yes… looked like more from higher up”, Mickey said, with a shrug that made the seams of the shirt creak. “Have to get you cleaned some other way.”

Adrian started to turn back to ask, innocently enough, what Mickey meant; but he felt Mickey’s clawed hands gently grab his shoulders, and he froze. “Er, I’ll walk, I don’t…” he began, assuming Mickey was going to just pick him up again.

He was unprepared to find Mickey’s snout pressed almost to his own, a long and very slightly forked tongue suddenly lapping at his freshly scaly cheek… licking the drying cum off his face!

He gasped, and recoiled, shocked, but Mickey gripped his shoulders more firmly, holding him in place.

“Why wait”, Mickey said in a low rumble, their snouts almost touching. “I don’t mind. And”, he licked his lips, “It’s my mess. I should take care of you…”

“But-” Adrian said, then stopped as Mickey’s tongue lapped at his face, more insistently. His treacherous tail started flicking with increasing excitement as Mickey pulled his body slightly closer.

He nearly jumped out of his skin as Mickey pulled then into direct contact, propping his heft up on Adrian’s shoulders as he licked at the proto-snout more insistently and eagerly; Adrian felt his clothbound dick suddenly press against Mickey’s hip, He could feel the warmth of the big male, the strength of his grip, and it spoke to some distant instinct in him, faint but insistent… but Mickey could hardly miss Adrian’s erection any more, if he’d really been in any doubt about it.

Adrian couldn’t ignore Mickey’s either; he could feel the bare jagras-like cock pressed against his shirt over his belly, throbbing faintly with the large male’s heartbeat, sliding wetly up the fabric as Mickey’s shaft grew to full hardness. The barbs dug in very slightly, a little uncomfortable…

He couldn’t tell if Mickey had really licked him clean, but he felt an increasing sense that that wasn’t really what Mickey had in mind as those strong arms curled around him in a bear hug, and Mickey’s hips gave a slight thrust, rubbing the erect shaft against him… and mashing at his as well, a bit too hard to be pleasurable…

A hissing snort sound from the watching jagras - a sound that, Adrian felt, was disapproving, full of angst - helped him push through the surge of ambivalence, and he tried to struggle away, to slip free of the amorous half-jagras-man’s grip; but he was held there too tightly…

“Your snout, your tail, hssss, you look sssooo goood…” Mickey said, his rumbling tone dropping into a hissing sibilance for a moment as his tongue halted its work, but before Adrian could respond, their snouts were pressed together, Mickey’s insistent tongue pressing in past his lips!

Adrian’s eyes widened in surprise as his mouth was suddenly full of the familiar taste of Mickey’s cum, wrestling with the sizeable and eager intruder as one of Mickey’s arms slid down his back to grab at his ass, digging in firmly but cautiously with his claws in a clearly possessive gesture, manhandling Adrian around slightly; as Mickey thrust his hips forward this time, his barbed cock slid over the bulge of Adrian’s erection as well, and Adrian couldn’t help but shiver with the sudden burst of stimulation…

His cock slid slightly, pointing upward as well, and he and Mickey both winced, snouts parting, in slight surprise as the barbs of their cocks met with the next gyration of Mickey’s hips - the sudden pulse of mutual stimulation felt stronger than either were expecting!

“Mm… so, more than just a tail and a snout…” Mickey said teasingly, withdrawing his tongue. “I didn’t know my cum could change you. But… good results…” Mickey leered. sliding his clawed thumbs under Adrian’s waistband, then pulling apart; Adrian winced in discomfort as his pants were stretched until the fly button popped free, and the front fell open, letting his thinner, bulging underwear come into direct contact with Mickey’s eager shaft….

Social habit had him trying to grab at the waistband, trying to stop them falling down; but his arms were pinned to his sides so hard he could barely move, and by the time the fabric was within reach to grab, his tail was already holding them up, poked through the hole torn in the back of them!

With better access now to Adrian’s groin, Mickey started gyrating his hips again, this time more gently but deliberately frotting their shafts together. Adrian shuddered, unable to deny, or even resist, the incredible sensation as the barbs on the underside of their cocks met, caught together, bent slightly and then parted with a sudden pulse of sensation that reverberated through his whole body!

The barbs, if anything, seemed to be holding their cocks together, the two lines of barbs on the sides of their cocks catching and stopping them sliding easily from side to side, but allowing vertical motion more easily, rubbing the last, more sensitive row of barbs on the very undermost part of their cocks over each other…

“Nnghssssssss….” Mickey groaned and hissed all at once. “...jagras do this sometimes. Pack bonding, that stuff. No idea it’d feel this good…” he crooned, leaning down to press his snout to Adrian’s again, one meaty paw lowering to rub at Adrian’s tail and grab possessively at his butt-cheek, keeping their hips pressed firmly together.

Mickey thrust against him, slightly but insistently, frotting against him as the bulky half-human creature whispered to him, “You didn’t even cum while you were sucking me. I can smell it on you, the need… let’s get you finished, little one…”

Before Adrian could react, the tongue was in his mouth again, and it just felt too good to resist this time…

…so… there wasn’t much point in fighting it, was there..?

He could feel a wave of pleasure building, a peak that he’d been seeking all yesterday, and that his body had been demanding ever since Mickey’s shaft had touched his lips earlier…

It was all too much, despite what had seemed last night like a mammoth orgasm, strong enough to leave him dizzy and reeling, it hadn’t really scratched the itch! But this, he sensed, was what he’d been craving… with a strong male’s arms curled around him, frotting their members together, surrounding by the gyrations, the hisses and grunts of pleasure, the faintly earthy aroma of the reptilian male filling his more-sensitive yellow-scaled nostrils, Mickey’s taste covered his tongue, every sense filled to bursting by him, filling Adrian with a new, confusing, raw need…

As Mickey thrust against him once more, still merely seconds from starting the act, their barbs rubbed together and pinged past each other one more time, and Adrian’s knees trembled, giving way as he collapsed into Mickey’s grip, unable to resist any more.

His underwear instantly filled with slime as he came so hard he could see stars, the crescendo of pleasure cascading through him in a dizzying wave… like yesterday, but much, much stronger, it was a struggle to remain conscious, too much effort to even form coherent thoughts!

He groaned, moaning into Mickey’s snout, feebly trying to thrust his hips back, the feeling so delicious he wished it would last forever… he eagerly ground himself back against Mickey, their frotting becoming increasingly slick and wet, the barbs pinging and twanging against each other… it was impossible even to care how much of a mess he was making of himself, his underwear, his pants, even his shirt, must be getting soaked with his own cum..!

But his grunts slowly turned to frustration; much as it had yesterday, the pulsing white heat in his loins flickered, and faded, the whole-body orgasm fading out quite suddenly, much as it had yesterday, leaving him confused and panting, thrusting more and more urgently against the sexy male gripping and frotting him, unable to dream up a more perfect object of his warped desire, nor to attempt anything other than to try to keep on cumming…

But Mickey, seeming confused and a little entertained at how fast his pent-up rescuer-turned-rescuee had cum, slowed his motions to a stop. A few moments later, feeling surprisingly exhausted, Adrian stopped trying to thrust back as well.

Adrian felt, in some indefinable way, different..?

Like last night, giving in to the pleasure seemed to have shifted his perception; in confusion, almost on reflex, he tried to think of the pretty researcher back at Astera, who he’d been planning to get a drink with; but the human, feminine features were the ones that now seemed alien and confusing, while the scaly male who held him close oozed sexuality so thickly that Adrian could hardly understand how he hadn’t been all over the jagras-like man yesterday…

Without ambivalence, his mouth watered at the prospect of sucking the magnificent cock again…

“Hmph”, Mickey grunted. “Quick and eager. Flattering. Was starting to wonder if you’d sucked me off by accident…” he said, withdrawing his tongue from Adrian’s snout. Adrian’s snout flushed, not this time because of the reminder of the sexual encounter, but at Mickey guessing correctly that it hadn’t been of Adrian’s own volition!

“Uh… no, it, it was good… I… l-liked…er…” Adrian started, then trailed off, his voice sounding uncharacteristically meek to his own ears; and he wondered why his first instinct had been to reassure Mickey that of course he wanted to suck his cock..?!

“Confused? I was too. Alone up on the mountain, I tried a new fantasy once or twice. It… got hard to describe. Difficult, even. Not satisfying. But then the next time was easier, what I wanted got clearer… could almost imagine after a while, just going and finding those jagras, not bothering with Astera. Until you came along and I had to snap out of it,” Mickey said, edging slightly forward, keeping his body pressed close to Adrian’s but forcing the mostly-human hunter to step back or fall.

“Even today. When the bully-jagras was there, I couldn’t resist. Wasn’t sure I wanted him… up in there… but the urge was too strong. Then after cumming… it wasn’t like a quiet little dream about you any more, it was… you were just so fucking sexy, and your mouth felt amazing…” Mickey breathed. “And that tail…”

Adrian blushed, and nodded. “It’s… yeah, er, I think… I get that… about you, too”, he said, hesitantly.

Then… it wasn’t immediately clear to Adrian what had happened, did Mickey trip? Or, no, the burly arm slipped around the back of his shoulders first, and although Adrian gave a cry of alarm as the large male’s torso pressed against him and knocked him off balance, Mickey gave no such sign of surprise nor alarm…

Regardless whether it was an accident or not, Adrian went flying backwards, and Mickey was falling atop him, but holding him in a careful embrace… and Mickey caught them both, arresting their fall before they hit the ground, balanced on all fours - or rather, on three limbs, with one arm holding Adrian in the air, hugged close to his chest!

There was a snarl of alarm from beneath Adrian, and something just behind him was suddenly thrashing, startled and angry…

Oh shit, the hunter! Had it been this close to them?!

Adrian had been so preoccupied he’d momentarily forgotten the jagras with them. Oh no, had it watched them this whole time? Belatedly remembering the audience did, at least, inject some shame into his shifted, hornier brain!

Somehow, the jagras was right underneath them as they fell; had Mickey aimed right at it or something?!

Was the hunter sufficiently… composed not to bite or claw him as it thrashed? Its limbs and tail were whacking against his back and sides chaotically as it flailed in surprise; Adrian gave a panicked shout as he realised, it probably wasn’t right now!

Mickey took a deep breath; and then produced a deep, loud, hissing roar that stunned them all into paralysed silence.

Anger and insistent command dripped from the sound, and evidently spoke to both jagras and man the same way, with the same message:

STOP.

Silent stillness went on for several seconds as they all panted heavily, the momentary surge of adrenaline wearing off, before Mickey finally broke the spell.

He gave Adrian’s face a long lick, from jawline right over the top of Adrian’s short proto-snout. “Good. No harm done…” he said, gripping Adrian’s shoulder again. He sat back on his haunches, almost at a kneel, holding Adrian in place; then spun him over, pressing Adrian onto all fours.

Underneath Adrian, the jagras lay half on its side and half on its back, with an expression on its snout that he recognised as startlement. Almost snout to snout with him, it met his gaze and gave a shake of its head, looking slightly frightened.

“Uh, Mickey, what’s… I think he wants to get going too, er…” Adrian said, the events having moved so fast and in such a strange direction that he was still reeling to catch up…

Mickey leaned lower over Adrian again, nearly laying himself on Adrian’s back, making Adrian take some of his weight, and firmly took the jagras’ shoulder too, rolling the stunned monster onto its back, properly face to face with Adrian; man and jagras shared a confused glance.

The jagras shook its head at Adrian, or possibly at Mickey, a little more urgently.

“Eh. Ignore him. We can still go to Astera”, Mickey said, and Adrian nearly collapsed with relief, having feared that maybe Mickey was a bit too far gone to focus on that necessity. “Just… need to… clear head first.”

Adrian jerked with surprise as a claw-hand reached under the waistband of his cum-soaked underwear. He tried sitting up, as best he could. “Uh, what… are…?”

Mickey gripped Adrian’s softening dick and rubbed at it gently. “Didn’t know my cum would change you, but you liked it… and you look good…” he said, then grunted. “Don’t… know why, just… still so horny after you sucked me… don’t think I’m done…”

Clawed fingers let go of Adrian’s cumstained dick, and scraped at his scales, and the fabric, seemingly collecting as much cum as he could reach.

“Uh…” Adrian said, his softening member pulsing gently back into life, despite a growing unease. He didn’t quite feel like he could just try and cum again right away, but… the need wasn’t gone, either… but Mickey seemed far more caught up in this than Adrian felt!

But release had cleared Adrian’s own head though, right? It’d been distracting and confusing before, but after cumming he felt a lot more at ease, so… maybe Mickey was right..?

Mickey withdrew the hand from Adrian’s underwear, cradling a palmful of cum; and raised his body a little. Adrian could feel motions behind him, but couldn’t really see, even when he craned his neck around; the main thing he saw was Mickey’s snout, leering knowingly at him.

Mickey was crouched over him, not quite on hands and knees like a human would be, not quite standing on all fours like a jagras, but somewhere in between… and suddenly Adrian could see, not a human who’d been changed, but a jagras who’d not changed enough… and that subtle shift in perspective was really, almost astonishingly, sexy…

Mickey shifted his body slightly, as if to show Adrian what he was doing… and Adrian could suddenly see clearly how Mickey’s claw, covered in Adrian’s own cum, was rubbing at Mickey’s throbbing shaft, slickening it up. Adrian gradually realised what Mickey was planning…

Adrian’s gently twitching shaft pulsed suddenly back to life; he shivered with a sudden urge… for something that he couldn’t quite work out, the new instincts flooding his head were still strange and hard to interpret, even now that they’d sunk in far enough to not seem so alien any more…

Even seeing the slight wet stain at the rear of Mickey’s torn underwear, a reminder of the jagras that’d had its way with him, changed him, gave Adrian a strangely excited thrill rather than a shudder of horror!

“What are…?” Adrian said, nervous, a little scared… and embarrassingly aware that being at the mercy of the powerful male, being desired by him, was turning him on more potently than anything he could remember!

Mickey finished stroking, and lowered himself, his cum-slickened cocktip pressing against Adrian’s back. A meaty paw gripped Adrian’s tail, pulling it taut and off to the side.

Adrian tried to look away, but as he broke his gaze from Mickey’s manoeuvres around his increasingly-exposed rear end, he found himself almost meeting the gaze of the hunter beneath him, and his gaze bounced away as his cheeks flushed with shame at being so exposed, and… and eager…

He gasped as he felt a clawtip drag against a sensitive pucker in this new, unfamiliar location on the underside of his stubby tail…

Adrian, with a half-heartedness that surprised him, tried to crawl away from under Mickey. “Uh, w-wait!” he began. Below him the hunter nodded its snout almost frantically.

Mickey grinned at him, a little mischievously, “You didn’t change just now, from cumming, hmm?” He said, and Adrian blushed. “So it’s okay for me to.”

Adrian could hardly think, surrounded by so much that was distracting that it was impossible to focus. That wasn’t quite right, was it? But, but…

But… Mickey had just given him the most incredible orgasm, was it really fair to deny it to Mickey now..?

The urge to resist passed by quickly; it was just force of habit, a relic, not reflecting how he felt, what he wanted… needed…

It was quickly too late to decide otherwise, as down below, Adrian felt strong claws gently grip the torn pants-fabric around his tailbase, and tear the seam further to expose more of his rear.

Mickey’s cocktip, lubricated with Adrian’s own cum, pressed hard against Adrian’s clenched pucker; and the large beast-man gave a pleased, hissing moan as the sphincter started to part around him.

Adrian gasped with surprise at the alien sensation; for a moment it was just strange and uncomfortable, but looming over him, the humanlike jagras tensed, hissed, shivered in pleasure. He felt a rush of delight fill him, his recently spent cock rapidly hardening back to full mast in his cumsoaked underpants.

His cheeks flushed harder than his raging erection, all too aware that the hunter was seeing all of this. But that didn’t matter; no, he couldn’t deny Mickey; he wanted the virile male to be in the throes of delight, wanted to be the cause of it!

Mickey gave a moan that was half-growl, as he kept pressing forward, inch after inch sinking quickly under Adrian’s tail; Adrian could feel himself stretched to the point of discomfort by the barbed girth, and instinctively clenched his inner walls, giving Mickey another shudder of delight.

“Ngh!” Adrian grunted urgently, suddenly remembering. “W-wait, your cum changed me, so, it’s, it’s not good to… not like this!” he started, blushing furiously. The hunter kept nodding energetically, its eyes wide, emphasising his words; reinforcing the warning.

Mickey just grinned, that mischievous edge to his expression again. “Yeah… imagine how good you’ll look…” he breathed, clearly excited at the idea. But Adrian’s momentary consternation evidently got through to him as well. “It’s fine… wasn’t that bad. I’ll watch out for you, little one…” he breathed, and pressed as much of the rest of his shaft into Adrian as he could manage before he finally hit real resistance, making Adrian wince.

Adrian’s breathing quickened, then relaxed again; hearing Mickey promise to keep him safe felt oddly compelling, it was so easy to just trust the words, and sink into following his lead…

Mickey must be thinking that all of Adrian’s changes were because of Adrian swallowing his cum earlier, he didn’t know about the… er… that it had started well before that!

So, maybe, any changes it caused wouldn’t be as drastic as Mickey thought anyway… it really was as simple as letting Mickey clear his head, get sated, and then they’d be off back towards home again… and at Astera they could reverse all this anyway, right? They were clever, they’d know what to do…?

Adrian had a sense, a residual warning instinct, that it wasn’t that simple, that giving in and playing along with whatever curse had been placed on them was a dangerous path…

…but it paled in urgency compared to the throbbing length within him, starting to brush against some hidden inner pleasure-spot, making him give a faint, conflicted moan…

Mickey was spurred on by the noise, and almost at once started excitedly pulling much of his length out of the tight hole; only to push back in quickly, slowing himself at the point where he’d hit resistance, taking care not to hurt the smaller, mostly-human male beneath him… swiftly reversing the motion, picking up speed, wasting no time with foreplay or build up.

He’d already had enough of that, getting Adrian to cum just now… he was ready to get to the finish line himself!

Adrian gave a happier, surprised moan as the fast-moving barbs dragged across sensitive inner walls; he’d not have thought that feeling might be pleasant, but it was, the barbs soft and pliant enough to tickle and tease in a way his brain was interpreting as exquisite.

He gave an involuntary clench of his rear again as, at the apex of the second thrust, the tip struck that pleasure-spot directly, something that made his toes curl and his body shudder with sudden stimulation, something he’d never known was in there and never expected to feel..!

Even though he could feel that his body wasn’t ready to cum again - not so soon, anyway - he found himself spreading his legs wider, and rolling his hips, seeking a better angle to get Mickey to hit that strange pleasure-spot more, hardly able to believe he was so willingly and eagerly submitting to another male, but unable to resist the desire rising…

He glanced up at the hunter’s snout, seeing its frantic shakes of the head, trying to warn him, or bring him to his senses, or… something. It was embarrassing to be so weak in front of the hunter, still laying prone beneath him, but it wasn’t enough to stop him!

After a few long moments of struggle though, he looked away from the jagras’ gaze, his hand snaking quietly under the waistband of his dripping, cumstained underwear to wrap around his rock-hard jagras-like shaft, toying with it and stroking it in time with Mickey’s thrusts.

For a moment he considered pulling it out into the open, it felt more natural that way, but he couldn’t quite bear the hunter seeing what he was doing, or… if he did end up cumming, getting the hunter messed up, that’d be awful!

Not that the hunter could be in any doubt what he was doing. Adrian’s libido was recovering faster than he could ever recall, but he could sense and feel that Mickey was already near the edge, it was clear in his frantic shallow thrusts and the low hissing moaning sound he was making…

Too soon yet for Adrian to cum, but maybe afterwards while they caught their breath he could just finish himself off before they set off to Astera… away from the hunter, yes.

Mickey clearly noticed what Adrian was doing. “Yessss, little one, you loooove feeling me in you…” he crooned, his thrusts fast becoming faster more erratic, grunting in between each; then he leaned low, desperately licking at Adrian’s snout and the top of his head, and Adrian clenched his tailhole hard, knowing Mickey was about to blow…

Adrian wasn’t sure what he was expecting as the moment - and Mickey - came, but the outward signs were the clearest, and the most surprising.

Mickey gave a noise that was equal parts a growl, roar and hiss, a sound that surely no human could have made; his whole body went rigid, nearly spasming, and he kept thrusting slowly but shallowly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, tongue lolling.

Adrian couldn’t feel the cooling tingle he expected, at first; perhaps his innards weren’t quite sensitive enough to whatever that feeling was… but he was in no doubt Mickey was cumming hard because the shallow thrusts quickly started to feel not just lubricated, but slippery and wet!

As Mickey writhed on top of him, Adrian could hear the sounds of straining seams and tearing fabric as Mickey’s overstretched shirt started to fail amidst all the movement… but then he realised that no, it wasn’t just the movements doing it!

Mickey’s body creaked and cracked, and Adrian could see him changing; the tongue across his face was longer, more clearly forked, the muscles in the thick arms planted on the ground beside him were losing some of their human definition… With a snap, one pants-leg fell free from Mickey’s frame as he started to grow again, the stretch of Adrian’s tailhole starting to feel ever more uncomfortable…

With a sharp rip, a mass of the jagras-’spikes’ tore through the shirt on Mickey’s back, some of the surprisingly soft adornments hanging down over Mickey’s shoulders, like dreadlocks gone wrong, coming from his neck and back rather than his head!

Adrian was suddenly draped in the remains of Mickey’s shredded shirt, and in his attempt to move the garment aside, he unwittingly pulled the last seams free, tearing it off Mickey entirely…

From somewhere further back, he heard more popping of leather, and decided that it was probably the last remnants of Mickey’s boots tearing free… but by then Adrian was increasingly distracted by what was happening to his own body!

A strange warning rumble in the pit of his stomach heralded a surge of that tingling sensation, making him shudder with the intense, inescapable chill that seemed to radiate out from the core of his body. Evidently Mickey’s cum was doing something after all, but the feeling wasn’t localised, it spread quickly through his belly, around his hips, down his legs and into his stubby tail.

Glancing down underneath himself, under his belly where the itch was strongest, Adrian saw green and yellow patches of skin start to blossom from beneath the usual tone of his skin, looking for a moment like great bruises forming, before the hues deepened and the scales grew across them! All around his belly and, as he could feel but not see, down his pants-covered legs as well…

The feeling was stronger than ever… when his cock had changed, it was intense because of its sensitivity - and erotic because, well, it was his cock being stimulated - whereas this was just an overwhelming wave, neither pleasant nor painful, that made it impossible to concentrate on anything else!

That broke Adrian’s lust-addled fog, and he slid his hand out of his underpants, his stroking of himself halting; he suddenly felt that resurgent confusion at why he’d had the urge to jerk off like that over, well… this…

His pants and boots felt uncomfortably tight for several heartbeats before he saw, and felt, shifting toeclaws pierce through the leather, his altered toes quickly digging into the wet moss with a relieved sense of liberation. The tightness quickly ended after that, as the soles began to tear free as well, jagras-hindpaws within breaking free, unrecognisable as his own appendages…

The seams of the pants around his thighs were giving way too, as his upper legs swelled, his lower legs shrank, his tail swelled and lengthened - the feeling of Mickey’s weight pressing it down and to the side starting to be quite uncomfortable as it grew into a bulkier new limb rather than a snaking sliver of flesh.

His whole lower body slipped away from humanity to become something far more like the backside of a jagras…

The sensation started to ease, and he realised with a slight shock that Mickey had grown even bigger than a jagras should be, muscle and sheer bulk growing and shredding off the male’s clothing, other than a few last shreds of fabric around his upper arms, lower legs, and feet.

Despite the shock of their mutual changes, he felt strangely pleased at how he looked, and felt, and Mickey’s new alterations, ohhhh, how incredibly sexy he was looking!

Mickey, finally panting with the exertion, stopped his thrusts, withdrawing until only his cocktip rested inside Adrian’s sphincter. Instead of withdrawing entirely though, he teetered ominously as if he might be about to collapse onto Adrian’s back; but thankfully, he did little more than prop himself up, his arms pressing against Adrian’s shoulders, a hand resting atop Adrian’s in a tender gesture.

Or rather, former hands… the thumb had faded into a dewclaw that looked inflexible and immobile, bearing little resemblance to Adrian’s relatively dextrous extremities; but didn’t quite look like a normal jagras’ forepaws either, the claws were a bit too long…

Mickey was now far more a jungle monster, than he was a human being. His torso was now nearly eight feet long; he was massive, even compared to his burly, more anthropomorphic form from before. Despite still resting on hands and knees, his stance looked awkward and twisted; as Mickey shuffled his hips slightly, evidently experiencing some discomfort, his knees rose from the ground until he was in something nearer a quadrupedal stance.

Even his eyes, as they opened, were slitted and yellow, snout and eyes both devoid of the human flexibility and expressiveness that Adrian had seen only moments ago. While there were still many hints of humanity about him, anyone simply seeing him for the first time, ignorant of his identity, would assume he was some new variety of native monster rather than a member of a sapient and civilised species!

“Hnnng…” Mickey panted, in evident consternation. “Never… changed from… cumming, before. Must be… after a certain point, it… just… carries on.” His voice was deep, gruff, and a little more sibilant than it had been; his words almost mumbled, slightly slurred, his monstrous tongue and snout less able to produce the right sounds.

If anything, Mickey was too big and burly even for a jagras… then, as Mickey turned his snout towards him, and Adrian saw the set of his head from front-on, it suddenly came to him what that broad muzzle and longer, dreadlock-like spikes reminded him of…

“Oh! Mickey… you’re, er.. like a small Great Jagras!” Adrian exclaimed.

Well… Mickey had said, hadn’t he, something about the gajalakas who’d started all this, wanting a new pack leader. And Great Jagras led packs of jagras, at least sometimes…

Mickey, surprised, turned and looked at himself, slowly examining every inch of his body, craning a longer neck around easily and instinctively to look from several angles…

“Hmm. Yes”, Mickey said, looking back at Adrian, and sounded pleased. “You… mm, more a normal jagras, though. Getting closer, heheh…” Mickey added, and licked his lips, a sudden predatory “hunger” evident even on his changed snout, enough to make Adrian blush again.

The larger creature looked away, deep in thought suddenly. “...Explains why I felt so angry. About the bully… getting under my tail”, Mickey said, rocking his and Adrian’s bodies as he started kicking off the torn remains of his boots. “Leaders of the pack take from, not take. Much clearer now… I get it”, he added, nodding to himself. “Instincts appearing, maybe.”

Adrian, conflicted suddenly, the image of Mickey as a great jagras clicking into place as an even better fantasy than before, shook his head and tried to clear it, to focus. He shied away from the hunter’s gaze, though the jagras still laying prone beneath him seemed to be trying to catch his eye.

…why was it even still here, why hadn’t it either run away or at least, wriggled out from right underneath them?!

He glanced up at it, finally, and met its gaze; and was surprised to see confusion, even ambivalence, there even as it tried to gesture downhill with its snout. Go, it clearly indicated. Hurry, its urgent staccato motions said.

“Mmph”, Mickey grunted. “He didn’t go back. Stayed with the pack… kept apart. I see why. Sort of.”

“Mickey, er, I think, um… what are you talking about?” Adrian asked, hesitantly. Then, deciding that the answer wouldn’t be helpful, he continued. “We need to get moving, er, now you’ve cleared your head. We need to get to Astera, right, remember?” He said.

Mickey stayed silent, and still other than panting. After several long moments, the continuing silence was starting to unnerve Adrian.

“Mickey..? You should, er, get… it, er…” he flushed, and couldn’t bring himself to say, ‘out of me’. “We should move on”, he settled for after a momentary pause.

That would be good; he needed to sneak around a corner and keep rubbing himself to the memory of being taken, at Mickey’s new more monstrous form… cum and clear his own head! His loins burned with a surge of lust as if he’d not jacked it for weeks…

“Mmmgh…” Mickey grunted at last. “Still not quite… feeling ready to go this soon… you wouldn’t walk well. Back end of a jagras, no forepaws to match”, he said, wriggling his own ‘fingers’. “Could run for miles with these… feels amazing…” he hissed.

He flexed his body, stretching a bit, evidently pleased at the feeling… and in doing so, he languidly sank his still-hard rod back back into Adrian’s tailhole!

It was slow enough that it clearly wasn’t accidental; but surely Mickey wasn’t wanting another round, he’d barely cum a minute ago..!

Despite wanting to ask - and warn off - the ex-human researcher, Adrian found it surprisingly hard to concentrate on forming words. Inch after inch of Mickey’s shaft sank into his well-used tailhole, the barbs tugging at his sphincter as they sank deeper and deeper…

Mickey seemed bigger and longer than before, but the stretch was more tolerable - more pleasing - and Adrian realised his changed haunches were much more accommodating of Mickey’s new shape and size…

Ah, he wondered, could Mickey… even being bigger… go in all the way now..?

He felt like the thought should have horrified him, a residual habit, but he just felt excited at imagining how it might feel; he couldn’t avoid giving a moan as the barbed tip rubbed at that sensitive pleasure-spot again, and continued past it this time, deeper, a second and third barb raking pleasurably at it…

“Mickey, p-please, we have to get to Astera, the sex is changing us, we have to resis-uh!” he finally tried, as Mickey’s motions slowed.

Mickey gave a grunt that sounded annoyed; and interrupted him by pushing forward harder, hilting the last inch into Adrian’s tailhole suddenly, rocking his whole body forward. Adrian nearly recoiled as he felt his clothbound erection hit the hunter’s flank, wetly.

The hunter squirmed, and started at last to try and wriggle out from under them; but to the hunter’s, and Adrian’s, surprise, Mickey’s large forepaw pressed quickly into its chest, holding it there, and Mickey gave a warning hiss… a sound that turned oddly commanding.

Or maybe, almost teasing…?

Adrian gasped with surprise as Mickey’s forepaw instead rose suddenly and mashed at Adrian’s erect shaft, claws catching in the underpants, gripping the fabric, and pulling hard enough to start tearing it…

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Adrian exclaimed, aghast at the further damage to his long-suffering clothes. “No, j-just… I need them to… they need cleaning but, don’t ruin them!”

Mickey simply tore at the fabric though, and Adrian’s erection - after a few painful moments as the cloth over his shaft was pulled uncomfortably tight - was released, as Mickey’s claws cut the front of the garment to shreds, carefully avoiding Adrian’s flesh within.

Adrian grunted with dismay. “Why’d… you do that..?”

“When it was just… avoiding the rest of the pack… not playing with them… to not change more, yeah, maybe we could do that… but cumming made me change this time, so..? Ignoring your sexy tail forever?! …No…” Mickey breathed, rolling his hips slightly to savour the feel of Adrian’s passage enveloping him. “Couldn’t do it… I need to lead the pack. Deserve to!”

So saying he started to withdraw himself, with a pleased hiss; still moving slowly, taking his time, without the urgency of his earlier motion.

“What?! No, I… b-but… I could…try to…” Adrian grunted, starting to panic slightly. He had to get away and calm Mickey down somehow..!

Yet he realised he was starting to leak precum, he could feel his length dripping onto the hunter’s scaly hide; nervous and embarrassed at how far his lust was driving him to go, he tried not to meet the slightly scared, confused gaze of the jagras again.

But rather than trying to warn him off this time, it seemed to be equally trying to avoid his gaze too…

“Mickey, what about As-aah!” Adrian started, turning to a gasp of surprise as Mickey pushed his weight down, and pushed Adrian’s legs apart, forcing Adrian lower. His cocktip was suddenly rubbing on the slick scales of the hunter’s torso, and he flinched at the contact with it.

“...you talk too much for a monster”, Mickey answered simply. “...Fill you as many times as it takes. See how you look as a proper jagras. Soon…”

“...But, Aster-uuh, uuuungh, aaah…” Adrian tried to continue, but Mickey started languidly thrusting into him again, slow but insistent, the thicker-feeling cock spreading him apart in a way that felt even better than before.

Adrian’s voice helplessly dissolved into pleased grunts and moans, sounding meek and surprisingly eager even to his own ears!

Mickey’s head curled around and down from above, the larger creature having to twist to get his snout next to Adrian’s ear to whisper. “Mmm, fuck, with this tail you’ll always be my favourite…”

Adrian shuddered in horrified realisation that Mickey hadn’t made this decision idly or carelessly; the big male hadn’t just surrendered, he was committed to it - this wasn’t a matter of snapping him out of it, Adrian had to get away!

But his cock throbbed with almost painful need… Mickey’s bare, scaly, great-jagras chest rubbed at his back, and thick shoulders and forelegs held him in place.

The beast Mickey was becoming, had almost become… he was a true predator, wanton and dangerous, hungry for a pliant hole to sate himself within. A monster who’d trapped his prey… was going to slake his lusts on Adrian until…

…until Adrian was like him, a monster, a lesser predator. A needier, smaller, meeker, more pliant one, a focus and receptacle for his lusts…

And somewhere in Adrian’s head, that was the sexiest thing he could think of..!

After all… if he couldn’t get away, then why not just… let him..? He desperately shook his head and tried to focus on a plan, some way of escaping, some last ditch hope…

Mickey’s insistent forelimb returned to the hunter, pushing him and sliding the jagras a little along the mossy ground. The hunter gave a startled, discomfited hiss; but it suddenly turned into a half-yelp, half-whimper, and Adrian gasped at the same moment.

His cock, rubbing increasingly wetly over the sliding scales beneath, suddenly touched something, the barbs catching on some uneven surface. A slippery, warm and soft and pliable finger of flesh, roughly where the hunter’s groin would be…

The surprising stimulation on his cock was enough to make his arms and legs shake, and he almost fell; and as the hunter beneath him shuddered too as their cocks met!

That was all it could be; for all its warnings, the hunter was evidently feeling allure, temptation, too… stayed underneath because somewhere deep down it… liked this…? Even if Mickey was having to force them into a position where frotting each other was all they could do, when neither really wanted it…

…except on some level, perhaps, they both did…

Mickey, knowingly, started rocking his hips harder but in shallower, more localised motions, forcing Adrian’s body to thrust against the hunter’s length, their barbs catching and locking their shafts together.

The hunter gave an uncomfortable yelp each time, squirming with ambivalence and seemingly trying to wriggle away so their lengths weren’t touching. But Adrian could feel the rod beneath him swelling, evidently the hunter hadn’t been fully erect but was rapidly becoming so…

“Time he joined our pack… help him, little one”, Mickey said, in a low, but insistent and pleased, growl, before slowing back to his previous, languid pace of thrusts.

With his back pressed as it was against Mickey’s torso, the noise of Mickey’s deep growl rumbled through Adrian, and through Mickey’s solid flesh that was filling his gut… it felt amazingly intimate. Adrian was struggling to think, the flood of sensations from his tailhole and cock made it hard to focus!

The sensation of the barbs on his cock and the hunter’s as they rubbed together was so much better than when Mickey had frotted him before; no cloth or fabric getting in the way…

Adrian shuddered, and tried to shift slightly aside and angle himself away from the jagras-cock, he felt terrible, soiled, to be doing this with, to… a monster! If Adrian came again from this, his cum would get all over the jagras… or if it did then it’d be all over him… ergh, this was so wrong!

But the cock filling him didn’t seem wrong at all, it felt incredible as it slid with surprising ease in and out of him, Mickey’s previous load lubricating its passing along with Adrian’s own cum. Mickey’s barbed member rubbed insistently against that pleasure-spot deep inside him somewhere, and made his whole body shiver with need…

Not if he came again. When.

The hunter seemed equally ill at ease with this, and wriggled to try and move away… between its and Adrian’s actions though, for several long and surprisingly delightful moments they were simply rubbing their most intimate parts together all the harder…

…And then suddenly it managed to separate them, their cocks sliding apart, Adrian’s shaft rubbing slickly over smooth scale instead of catching against deliciously hard flesh; the hunter’s, rubbing against cloth on Adrian’s flank.

Adrian grunted with relief… the hunter hissed with a much more conflicted emotion.

As Adrian looked up again, and when he met the hunter’s yellow, slitted eyes this time, he realised the concerned warning stare was absent. Instead, there was almost a sense of… temptation, yes, but also… contrition. Like an apology?

The creature must have been struggling more with its needs than Adrian had thought; looking away from him, its snout darkening as if it were blushing, it arched its back slightly and wriggled itself again… but this time its cock started prodding against Adrian’s, once or twice, before it slid them back into alignment!

The hunter squirmed again, but this time without trying to get away… just nervously enjoying the feeling…

Mickey’s head leaned low, and gave the hunter’s snout and scalp a long, soothing lick. He hissed; the sound reverberating again through Adrian’s body.

“Gooood… he accepts us… we’re going to have such fun together…” Mickey crooned, putting more force behind his languid thrusts, rocking Adrian helplessly beneath him, both the part-human and the prone jagras shuddering with ambivalent pleasure as their shafts frotted together harder, the barbs twanging past each other. “Make him cum. He’s very needy… denied for so long…”

The hunter’s head fell back against the mossy ground, and the jagras’ body shook, hissing in what Adrian could tell was resignation mixed with delight.

Adrian flushed, nervous and none too happy about the hunter’s place in this; Mickey was one thing, but…!

But the hunter was already rocking his hips to frot harder, more insistently, as if responding to Mickey’s urging… it spread its legs to try and align their shafts better, and growled a sound of nigh-unbearable need…

Adrian tried to shut his eyes and ignore the jagras as beneath him the hunter started squirming more, evidently feeling its own pleasure rising!

But how could he keep them shut..? Framing his view had been the thick forelegs of a great jagras, pressed against his shoulders; and the jagras-like head had rocked and swayed, tongue lolling from a maw filled with sharper teeth, as Mickey revelled in the feelings that Adrian’s body was giving him…

It made Adrian feel proud… and needy, even while still worn out and overwhelmed after his too-recent orgasm. He had to watch, even if it meant seeing… the rest.

His eyes cracked open, and stayed open; he needed this…

He had just enough clarity to impassively wonder for a moment how long the poor hunter might have been denying any such pleasure, how worked up the creature might be…

Evidently, a lot. The hunter began panting urgently, body tensing; Mickey growled lustily, speeding his thrusts. “Yes… like that…” he growled.

The hunter gave a sound that was a cross between a hiss and a cough, then another that drew out almost into a gentle roar, bucking his hips one last time…

The cock underneath Adrian’s erupted like a firehose. Cum struck the hunter’s chin, and much to Adrian’s horror, his chin as well, with surprising force!

Then it seemed like an almost constant stream of milky white liquid was just pulsing across the prone, squirming jagras beneath him, coating scales and flowing down to the moss beneath, the volume truly impressive! Adrian’s increasingly torn shirt was getting soaked in it as well, and his snout clenched in disgust. Damn it! His clothes were getting ruined…

But even as he reacted, his head started to spin dizzily as the scent of it reached his nostrils, new parts of his brain lighting up as his changed snout detected virility, male, pleasure… pack-mate…

It felt… nice… knowing that he’d helped..?

The hunter’s body went limp, exhausted by what must have been a titanic orgasm, panting hard. It seemed almost unconscious!

Mickey adjusted his position, slowing his thrusts, then halting them entirely; Adrian wasn’t sure what Mickey was doing when the snout - looking more like a great jagras’ head than a face now - lowered itself next to him.

“Good work, little one, good… soon”, Mickey said, lustily and mysteriously… and then dipped his head, his tongue dragging along the hunter’s upper body, cleaning him and…

It was as Mickey swallowed the spilled jagras-cum and gave another lusty growl, and as Adrian felt the already-large body above him pop and shudder, and he realised what Mickey was doing!

“Good… his, it works…” Mickey said, his voice sounding a little hoarse and strained. “Lead the pack. Yes…” he said, sounding almost drunk, before lowering his head again and repeating the action, lapping up everything on the hunter’s body, shoving Adrian’s torso aside as his greedy tongue explored as far as he could reach. The hunter quivered and hissed slightly, raising its head weakly, but seemed too dazed to react otherwise.

Adrian could see it happening clearly as Mickey’s head, inches away, shifted in shape once again, the humanlike set to the jaw fading, the snout lengthening, the neck lengthening too; the soft “spikes” on the scalp were growing… and he could feel the bulk above him expanding a little, the cock under his tail starting to spread him wider…

It was hard to think of anything else as Mickey finished cleaning as much of the hunter as he could reach. Pulling back his head, Mickey let loose a confusing, incoherent, mumbling growl; the bestial head looked momentarily surprised, but then, as a great jagras, of course he’d lack vocal cords…

…not that that was a problem for Adrian’s surging libido, he wanted, no, needed to cum again, he was so ready now…

Their eyes momentarily met, and their mutual lust, spurred on by these fresh changes, was apparent to each other; with his eyes almost rolling back as instinct took over, Mickey’s attempts at speech gave way to a triumphant bellowing as he hilted his aching rod into Adrian, claiming his prize…

This time, as Mickey’s larger tip struck that pleasure-spot in his gut, and those barbs dragged delightfully over it, Adrian felt the faint blossoming promise of his own peak start to tingle within him properly…

It turned him on so fiercely as he watched the last of Mickey’s humanity slip away, leaving him as the great jagras, the leader of the pack… a potent, powerful monster that craved Adrian, needed him, mounting him eagerly and unstoppably..!

Without pausing for more than a moment to savour the feeling, Mickey started pounding mercilessly at Adrian’s tailhole, the last shreds of clothing tearing from his growing, changing frame with the sudden surge of motion, an almost electric tingle of pleasure filling Adrian’s tailhole with each thrust as the barbs raked at his flesh…

Mickey growled, and his body tensed; Adrian clenched his tailhole, sensing that somehow the great jagras was already near to orgasm again… the huge cock that the changed beast sported, was barely fitting into him any more but somehow his hindquarters could take it..!

On instinct he started to clench his tailhole, and shivered with delight as Mickey’s growls changed in tone, portending how close to the edge he was… Adrian’s shaft was being helplessly pressed against the exhausted hunter’s now, the creature starting to recover and take note of what was happening…

Then the great jagras roared; the whole gully seemed to shake with the sound of it, and Adrian was physically rocked by the sound! The vibration was a raw, sexual force that had Adrian’s heart racing, his loins burning with need, and from the hisses and trembling of the hunter below, it was clearly not just Adrian who was affected by it!

Even had it not been for the vocalisation, there was little doubt about what was happening, the shaft in Adrian’s tailhole pulsing strongly; he felt hot fluids suddenly gush and gurgle inside him as Mickey came again, harder and more than last time!

The chilling tingle wasted no time in rushing through him from head to foot again; but unlike last time it didn’t seem to focus anywhere, it just stayed diffuse, filling him…

Warm cum was rapidly leaking from his overfilled tailhole around Mickey’s shaft as the great jagras continued to thrust, his orgasm continuing as each thrust began to squelch, loudly and lewdly; cum started to drip to the ground beneath them and flow down Adrian’s thighs, soaking into the torn remains of his pants.

His sex-soiled shirt felt uncomfortably tight all of a sudden… and with a deep breath the buttons popped open, the seams starting to tear, as his body expanded to jagras-like proportions, almost as if Mickey’s orgasm were inflating him like a balloon!

But he could feel the scales pushing out through his remaining skin, his fingers warping a little and digging into the mossy ground… his hips ached with what was an increasingly awkward stance, and he struggled up into more of a squat, feet on the ground and legs bent, rather than on hands and knees. More literally on all fours, than metaphorically!

His vision nearly went double as his lengthening muzzle started to pull his eyes to the sides, and he squeezed them shut as his vision spun confusingly… as the cold prickling in his eyeballs abated a little, he opened them, his field of vision far wider than he was used to, the daylight seeming much brighter, the colours more vibrant…

As the hunter started once again to buck its hips and frot against him, he shied away from the resurgent hunter’s gaze, nervous embarrassment resurging as he realised again he’d soil those pristine scales beneath him if they carried on…

“Uh… Mickey…” Adrian grunted, his voice hoarse and harsh, not sounding like his usual self at all. “Not… on him, p-please…” he said, still horrified at the idea, but helpless to think of anything he could do other than… let it go…

Mickey just gave a hissing moan that sounded very pleased… and the jagras underneath Adrian did, too!

The hunter craned its neck closer to him, their snouts now much closer together with Adrian’s growth surge, though Adrian was still noticeably smaller. It started licking gingerly and reassuringly at his face as Adrian tried to shy away, even as it bucked its hips to try and frot him harder.

Mickey, despite a growl that sounded exhausted, evidently spent, continued thrusting loudly into Adrian, this time at a steadier pace, deliberately hitting that pleasure-button inside him; and as the monstrous head returned to lick tenderly at his face and scalp, Adrian knew that Mickey and the hunter both were intent on making sure he shared in the enjoyment…

Making him happy. Bringing pleasure since he’d brought them pleasure. He couldn’t stop the rising prickle of bliss within him, this was happening..!

Why was he even fighting it, who cared if there was a jagras involved… He could just let it happen, enjoy the moment… let himself be taken care of, b-by… the pack…?

Strange new thoughts started to swirl in his head, vague half-formed realisations crystallising as his shaft spasmed…

He came hard; his heartbeat thrummed in his ears as all sensations seemed to cloud over, drowned out with the sheer intensity again. How was it possible to cum so hard, so soon after the last mammoth orgasm..?! He’d assumed that was because he’d been blueballed all day and night but, maybe not…

Mickey growled with pleasure too as Adrian started to gasp and quiver uncontrollably; and the hunter likewise gave a hiss that sounded approving… Adrian almost blindly stretched forward, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s powerful forelimbs, just to enjoy the feel of the hard muscle and virile, raw, masculine power…!

He was gasping, moaning, crying Mickey’s name needily, but the meek, submissive acts just felt so right, this time… not merely a confusing impulse, but a part of him, a rightful and obvious part...

Maybe this was what Mickey had meant, everything becoming clearer each time he let the pleasure take him, change him..!

He became vaguely aware that cum had spattered onto the hunter’s snout, and into its… his… open maw, which seemed to have surprised the jagras… his disgust forgotten, Adrian bucked his hips shamelessly against the hunter’s cock, frotting as hard as he could while burying Mickey’s prick deeper in himself at the same time, the slick rub of a pack-mate’s cock against his was almost as amazing a feeling…

The hunter’s slitted, reptilian eyes were… more alive than before, somehow, full of new instincts and meanings… not the look of a confused ex-human any more… and the hunter’s body had lost the gangly, slightly stretched look, Adrian realised now that his eyes didn’t try to look away all the time.

The hunter had filled out to become a true jagras, a monster of the forest… a packmate… a happy packmate…

He unashamedly kept enjoying the sight of the hunter squirming with delight, as Adrian continued grinding their shafts together and eagerly coating the jagras’ belly-scales with his ongoing eruption, their motions suddenly getting a lot more slippery… marking the hunter with his scent just as the hunter had marked him, shared...

Pack-mates… yes…

The jagras’ monstrous nature didn’t matter; in his mind’s eye he could recall what his tailraider had looked like, sucking himself and cumming into his own muzzle; he could recall the taste of the cum the tailraider had pressed into his mouth, and…

…none of those thoughts horrified him any more, in fact… he couldn’t even quite remember why he’d not found it this sexy at the time either..!

Even his recollection of the last few days was being warped by lust, of course he hadn’t been turned on by Mickey the shy, confused man… but no, this, of course, he was attracted to Mickey, the dominant beast emerging steadily from that awkward human cocoon, of course he’d eagerly sucked on that changing shaft, of course he’d raised his tail for it when Mickey needed it, and of course, if Mickey wanted him in his pack, wanted him with scales and teeth and a sexy tail, then…

He panted, starting to come down from his high, hot and cold flushes racing over his skin… he could feel his jaw popping and his ears ringing, but despite some subtle indications of the ongoing changes, he didn’t seem to have transformed much further… maybe he wasn’t far along enough to change just from a good fuck like Mickey had?

His cock remained erect this time, the feeling of the jagras’ shaft pressed against his now an erotic thrill in its own right… and he let go of Mickey’s forelimbs, settling himself back onto all fours, his larger, changed snout picking up ever more detail in the scent-scape around him; himself and the hunter and Mickey, the stream, the mountainside, the distant forest…

…Others…?

He half-turned his head, and saw another jagras - two others, in fact - walking sedately towards them. Unlike before, he felt no fear, nor even much concern or embarrassment; he recognised his tailraider, approaching without hesitation, and the other jagras was evidently the ‘bully’, the one that had taken Mickey’s still-mostly-human ass back in the cave…

Mickey growled in their direction, but it was the bully alone who cringed and stopped several feet short of the group, chastised; the pack-leader’s command was undeniable.

Adrian gave a moan, half-turning to a hiss involuntarily, as Mickey’s cock started to slip out of his tail, more cum leaking down his legs… He was filled with the intimate scent of his lover, and his alpha; he was the alpha’s favourite, a thought that made his spent dick throb with pride and eager need!

…Yet Adrian realised that he didn’t know what would happen next; instincts and desires that had quietly driven him had run out, or weren’t formed enough to give him direction.

He wasn’t jagras enough to be properly in the pack, yes. So he should head to Astera, even if he had to do that alone…

But he stayed there, grinding his still-hard shaft against the hunter’s softening one, it just felt too good, he wanted to hold onto that feeling… his tailhole ached and felt so strangely empty…

The hunter rolled out from under him, gently, but enough to send Adrian sprawling on unfamiliar limbs. Adrian tried to rise to his feet; but he found himself wobbling uncertainly in a bipedal stance.

Astera, yes…

It was so difficult to walk on these new legs, with this tail throwing off his balance! His tailhole felt overstretched and sore, affecting his gait… he staggered a few feet. His stubbornly erect cock didn’t help either, the memory of sex was so potent he couldn’t help but still feel aroused… and oddly unsatisfied, like he wasn’t done, even though he’d cum repeatedly…

Mickey gave a growl as he tried to walk away. Disapproval. Adrian shuddered, that simple lack of approval stinging him surprisingly hard. Was it because of where he was going? Because he was going anywhere?

…because he was trying to walk upright..?

He half-turned to see, to ask the question, and nearly overbalanced; he tried to steady himself, putting out a hand onto the nearest pack-mate’s shoulder…

The bully, though, was unimpressed at Adrian touching him! He recoiled, and gave an angry-sounding hiss… and both Mickey and Adrian’s tailraider responded at once, the great jagras’ large tailtip swinging around to deliver a stinging rebuke to the bully’s head and forelegs, along with a warning growl, and a series of hissing barks from the tailraider.

Adrian sensed the meaning in Mickey’s growl - Cool it, he’s mine! - and the tailraider’s barks, a series of annoyed exclamations, Hey! No!

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But, he had little time to decide how he felt about it, as the bully toppled at the bruising swipe from Mickey, and sent the poorly-balanced Adrian toppling along with him!

This time, instincts did resurge, and Adrian and the jagras were suddenly grappling, the bully snarling at him and Adrian surprising himself by giving a growl back, annoyed and a very good imitation of a jagras’ call…

The bully seemed equally surprised; perhaps he, the one pack-mate of this group that Adrian hadn’t had any contact with before, had no real idea how to react to him. But the bully seemed upset as Adrian used that momentary distraction to flip him on its back and pin him, as an urgent new instinct demanded.

He looked up, his tailraider standing almost right alongside, poised as if ready to tussle as well… and he sensed that his former guide was surprised that he’d won this little contest.

Yes... This was right… mostly. The one the alpha didn’t like, he had to make sure he was above that one, in the pack! Otherwise, er… otherwise, what? Even the bully seemed to be waiting for something, but… he didn’t know what was next. Just that the bully had given up, sensed that the mood of the pack was against him and in favour of this strange new half-jagras…

…what next, he was supposed to respond somehow…

Even as he remembered his plan to head to Astera, and tried to focus on how to extricate himself from this safely, that instinctive thought kept rattling around his head with great insistence, confusing him with its half-formed, incomplete nature…

Everything about him felt half-formed and incomplete!

Astera. Yes, that… was what… what he should do..?

It’d disappoint Mickey. Mickey wanted him to be a jagras, be part of the pack… be there for Mickey to mount whenever he felt like release…

Adrian shuddered, and his erect cock leaked a little onto the bully’s scales. That… that felt like… it was…

A motion distracted him as the tailraider started to turn and walk away, uninterested in the display now, sensing that his help wasn’t needed now.

The thought had barely formed in Adrian’s head before his hand had reached out, almost unbidden, and grabbed the tailraider’s nearest hindleg before he could move away, dragging him towards Adrian. The tailraider gave a surprised yelp, hopping as he was pulled closer.

It was a few seconds of confused struggling, the bully getting increasingly agitated too, before Adrian pulled him close enough; Adrian’s neck was too short, but he stretched as far as he could, pressing his snouttip between those powerful thighs…

The scent was familiar; they knew each other, had travelled far, and… what was he doing..?! This was his tailraider, a reflexive habitual thought recurred; this was a monster!

No, wait, this… was the one that the nice gajalakas had sent with him, to bring him into the pack!

So he could bring Mickey into the pack.

Make Mickey stop resisting…

Gah, what was he doing..?! He had to… to get to…

The tailraider shook his leg free of the increasingly scaly arm holding it and jumped away, confused; but then a moment later the jagras seemed to realise what he was doing. He stepped closer, the bully growling threateningly, but the tailraider simply growled back at the bully, unfazed.

Then he was raising his hindleg voluntarily, baring his now-distended slit close to Adrian’s snout, encouraging him to do it…

Why wasn’t he just going to Astera, what was he even doing..? But as his snouttip bumped the tailraider’s warm scales, he found himself panting, a familiar musk entering his nostrils as the slit parted, a thin reddish sliver of flesh starting to peek out.

Mickey gave a rumbling purr of approval…

He’d done what they wanted, right? He’d made Mickey join the pack… made the alpha whole… he’d done that… yes..!

It scarcely occurred to him at that moment, that it hadn’t been his mission… all that mattered was a reward, joining the jagras pack, making everything clearer and better… his dick throbbed with irresistible need.

His snout parted, and his tongue emerged, pressing into the gap in the scales, feeling the swelling cock inside start to press out. The taste was so familiar, so intimate…

Maybe even the night before, when he’d taken the sleeping draught, and woken up with something on his clothes, that was when the tailraider had been trying to bring him into the pack… and it seemed so foolish that he’d not realised or wanted it!

The lithe, powerful creature was protective of him, wanting him to be happy, to play together…

…Sexy…

Not as much as the alpha. But… sexy…

The warm cocktip slid free, and into his eager snout, all of Adrian’s horror and disgust and misgivings forgotten. He sucked eagerly as the shaft swelled at his ministrations…

Maybe this would be his role in the pack, to relieve the others and help them enjoy their times together… he hoped…

Of course, he’d not distract them when the females were around, probably, but when they were out hunting and if they’d pleased the alpha, then they’d be allowed to use him…

He couldn’t resist it any more; he squatted lower, pressing himself urgently against the bully’s body, aiming to drag his barbs against the bully’s slit, stimulate him so he got erect too…

Yes, the thoughts were forming ever faster now, as Mickey’s recent climax continued to work its magic on him… there was more to being a jagras, but right now, he could think of nothing other than the pleasures…

He sucked greedily on the tailraider’s shaft as he started to hump and frot at the bully’s crotch, the defeated monster starting to react, his slit parting… Adrian eagerly ground himself against the emerging cocktip, suddenly desperate for the feeling of a jagras-cock locking against his own to frot against.

The excitement of proving himself Mickey’s favourite, joining the pack and getting to know them all… it had his need rising again, refreshed as if his previous orgasms hadn’t happened at all, as if this were the release he was seeking and the rest were just foreplay..!

He swallowed, on instinct, and felt the barbed cockhead slide into his throat; a jagras could swallow almost anything, much like a snake could. He swallowed repeatedly, letting his gullet milk the tailraider’s length, instincts telling him that was good, that was the way…

Beneath him, the bully’s member swelled enough that it started to lock against his, and Mickey gave an approving, amused bark. Approval. Go ahead…

With that, the bully was suddenly getting more eager as well, trying to hump back against him, growling with annoyance at being beneath but still eager for release now that he’d been riled up!

Something about Adrian and Mickey both was… appealing to the pack, working them all into a mating frenzy that was quite unusual for the jagras pack… something the gajalakas’ magic was doing, or their potions or whatever.

Or maybe it was just natural, and the gajalakas’ offerings of new pack-mates like this was how the tribe kept their jagras-pack friendly and tame… making it too pleasurable and fun for the pack to move on and leave them…

But it was probably just that they were nice… kind… friends… the thoughts inexorably filled his head. Of course they were friends…

More growls of encouragement from Mickey. For a moment he sucked harder and more eagerly on the tailraider’s cock, assuming it was directed at him… but then the weight of another jagras was on his back, with an excited bark.

The hunter, of course… the ex-human who’d denied himself completion for… only he knew how long! Once wouldn’t be enough, any more than it had been for Adrian or Mickey…

The hunter’s cum had made Mickey sexier… Adrian had made the jagras cum, he remembered, glossing over how horrified he’d been at the time. Now the hunter could make him cum too… make him sexier… that was why Mickey was encouraging him, letting them use him…

He eagerly raised his tail, baring his still-leaking tailhole; the hunter wasted no time, sinking in to the hilt in one thrust, and barking with delight as he started pounding Adrian’s sloppy, overfilled rear…

The tailraider gave a shuddering hiss, and Adrian could sense that the tailraider was getting close already! Perhaps his protector hadn’t joined in the fun earlier in the cave, not properly… poor guy must be pent up…

Adrian could scarcely recall why he hadn’t dropped his pants at the time and let one of them take his soon-to-be-tailhole while he sucked Mickey; his past self’s resistance seemed a distant dream, a lifetime ago…

Then the tailraider barked as he came; Adrian felt fluid rush down his throat, and the cold tingle - more intense than ever before - suddenly filled his hungry belly. He pulled his snout back a little, letting the barbed member slip out of his throat and into his maw, licking avidly at the barbs to try and milk more from the jagras…

A pulse of cum spread across his tongue and filled his snout with that familiar, enticing taste of the first jagras that had been intimate with him. With his changed and more receptive maw, the taste was richer and deeper, more personal and recognisable, and he loved it…

He gulped down the excess, loving the feeling, and wondered why he’d not just dived on the tailraider on the first day and done this, sucked him dry, and changed; perhaps together, it might’ve been even more fun with both of them teaching Mickey to be the alpha…

But it was an idle fantasy, the most alien part now being the recollection of himself as a human, resisting all this…!

His shoulders creaked, his neck popping as it lengthened, unintentionally mashing his snout back into the tailraider’s groin; his jaw popped, and he felt his teeth narrowing, more popping out of his jaw to fill the gaps, his tongue contorting into a longer, forked form…

He probably couldn’t speak any more… but Mickey had said he talked too much. Jagras don’t talk like that… it was fine, no, it was good…

The hunter pounded his sore tail with reckless abandon, barking in response as he too went over the edge; Adrian couldn’t feel the comparatively meagre addition to his gutful of fluid, but he certainly felt the effects, the cold tingle diffusing all through him stronger and harder…

His fingers spasmed and his elbows shivered, his arms changing, the musculature of the monster he was becoming finally subsuming the human limbs. His digits dug into the moss as they shifted, finally losing the last of their dexterity and becoming jagras-forepaws; his back cracked and popped as the four-legged stance became more natural, more comfortable…

The growing form finally tore free of the pants and underpants, leaving only the remnants of the torn cum-stained shirt showing that this jagras had been a human not so long ago; and he had to shuffle his legs around as his lengthening torso pushed and pulled him away from his pack-mate’s amazing rod, and his cock away from the bully’s…

He thrust and humped frantically as he frotted the prone jagras beneath, warm, slick scaled bodies sliding against each other; Adrian could feel the instincts rising with his pleasure, the promise of clarity… this was it..!

The tailraider’s still-leaking shaft slipped from his snout as Adrian gave a low hiss of pleasure, unsure if he even still had a voice but not caring right now either way! The tailraider turned, and pressed his tongue into Adrian’s maw, to share taste of his own cum with the newly formed pack-mate… re-enacting the first time they’d kissed, but this time in reverse…

Adrian gasped, grunted, and tensed, feeling his peak approaching; he hoped the bully felt it too, that would be nice, maybe they could bond too, after that rocky start…

As the wave of bliss washed over him, his eyes opened wide, discolouring to yellow and narrowing to proper slits; he hoped his new body was everything Mickey wanted..!

His and the bully’s cocks were locked together, the barbs on the underside rubbing together in this intimate little pack ritual; they mashed their dicks together one last time before he gave a strangled near-howl, an unfamiliar throat and maw not quite able to produce the sounds he expected to make - and the tailraider’s insistent tongue muffling him regardless!

His shaft pulsed as he came again, harder than ever, so hard he could barely think, his body shivering as he almost blacked out, again, from the force of it…

But then, he barely needed to think; his head was suddenly full of jagras instincts, how to work with the pack, how to hunt, how to hide, the boundaries of the pack’s territory, how to challenge trespassers…

How to sate his companions better… how to please the alpha…

He and the bully both yowled and writhed against each other as they came in near-unison, cum jetting from their shafts and making their smooth motions against each other become a slick, messy, loud act! The new jagras kept on thrusting and humping, in strange desperation, even after the others had stopped, exhausted… encouraged, perhaps, by the alpha coming to lick clean some of the mess, and nuzzle him approvingly, enjoying his eagerness and neediness as his favourite playing humped out an astonishingly long orgasm atop his prone, newly demoted, and rather confused pack-mate…

But in the end even the needy beta-jagras collapsed, exhausted and finally sated. The alpha gently tore the remaining human garments from his little one, discarding them, even as the eager beta swayed his tail around as if to try and entice a pack-mate to top-up his leaking tailhole…

But the alpha barked an order; it was time to move, there would be time for play later. The jagras pack filed slowly out of the narrow gully, leaving the shredded garments and the mess of their strange rut behind.

Only the alpha glanced back for even a moment; but there were more important things ahead, and so he quickly turned away, and led the pack onward.