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“Gnoll Bones About It”

Nightfall was bad enough, but nightfall during a thunderstorm was even worse as the slim, bespectacled man ran through the rain. He’d been running for what seemed like miles, his lungs were about to burst; as he made a turn toward the direction he thought the road was he misjudged the slickness of the underbrush at his feet and felt one foot slip out from under him. He screamed, but his screams were masked under the might of a powerful boom of thunder. As his foot hooked over the edge, he felt a brief moment of lightheadedness as he plummeted over the edge. The flash of lightning had vanished, leaving the rest of his fall in total darkness. He struck the slope downhill not twice, but three times before his body bounced like a ragdoll and he was flung to a bedding of vegetation below.

Harold Igress panted hard, trying to catch his breath in the moment’s reprieve from his running. He reached back, his legs were tingling. His hands groped in the darkness, his glasses had flown from his face at some point in the fall, but as he found them again he realized they had become a mangled mess of wire framing. The glass no longer in tact and falling from the frame as he looked at it in defeat. “Oh no...no no no...” He uttered to himself as he continued to feel around for something else, something he’d had in his pocket. “Where is it? Where... where is it?” He asked himself as he continued to search around. He remembered that he had a pocket flashlight just then and turned it on, illuminating little more than the spot directly in front of him, spreading out like a cone across the rocky surface down which he had fallen. He panicked for a moment and then turned the light across the ground, doubling his search efforts with his free hand. “Come on...come on...” He said frantically as he spun in a circle in his desperate bid to find the stone he’d once had in his pocket. As he turned to the right, he froze and spotted the small white object on the ground. It flickered a strange purple light for a moment as he touched it and picked it up between his fingers. “There...you are...” He said as relief washed over his face. After a moment, that relief washed off him and he ran a hand through his thinning hair. “No-no-no...it-it’s already...” He stood abruptly. “I’ve got to... I’ve got to warn them--I’ve got to warn all of them it’s too dangerous to...to...” His voice faded gently as he looked at the piece of bone again.

For hours, he could swear he heard it as he studied it. The ruin wasn’t far, he was only a day or two ahead of the rest of his colleagues. He had to get back to them. Quickly thinking, he put the bone into his pocket once again, securing it into the one on the front of his shirt. A growling sound made him freeze once again. His hand began to tremble and he looked up, and as lightning flashed again, he could see something moving toward him from the dark. Harold screamed and responded by ducking, he could feel it fly over him, colliding with the ground behind him and the man again ran. His feet more slick than before due to the rain gathering under them. He had to get out of there, he had to warn them. The dangers of the artifact he found were incomprehensible. He ran in a blind panic through the dark, the river to his right, the rocky hillside to his left, the forest canopy overhead dipping and draining heavy amounts of rainwater on top of him. This was a nightmare, this was a terrifying dream. He had to get out.

“Nnnahhh!” Harold cried out, clutching his stomach as he suddenly felt himself crumple to the ground. As he raised his hands, he could see them trembling between the lightning flashes. As he looked at his nails, he could see they too were growing into sharp points and as he raised his hand to his face for a closer inspection, he could see the skin splitting from his longest finger down over his wrist, throbbing and pulsing. “Oh god... please! Help me!” He cried out.

“None can help you, heathen...” A booming, dark voice resounded from the darkness as a massive claw reached out and grabbed Harold by his coat, hoisting him effortlessly up off the ground, a pair of dark red, beady glowing eyes staring directly into his own. It opened its mouth and a foggy swirl of air engulfed him. “And you will pay the price for your thievery...”

Harold screamed, but no one was around to hear it. Nor did they hear when it abruptly ended, filling the night with silence once again...

***

“I swear Dennis if you get us lost one more time...” Ian said with a glowering stare toward the thin blond man seated in the driver’s seat as their car raced along the interstate.

Dennis glanced up through the reflection of his rearview mirror, his dark blue eyes almost glowing against the subtle sunlight pushing its way into the car, just below his visor’s range. “Ian. Please. I think I know how to navigate.”

“You turned a three day trip into a seven day nightmare! We were supposed to be at the site yesterday! I’m not putting anything past you.”

“Come on, it’s Florida.” The man scoffed. “It’s not like I’ve got a whole lot of room to get lost.”

Ian groaned in frustration and put his palms on his face, thrusting himself against the back seat of the Suburban they found themselves traveling across the country in. “You know Doctor Igress expected us there... I haven’t been able to call him in two days and...”

“Will you quit being a mother hen? Harold’s gonna be fine, we’re gonna be fine. We’re six hours from the Everglades at this point. So will you just. Relax?”

Ian scoffed. “Mother hen? I’m just concerned about the state of this dig, no one has ever uncovered South American ruins so far north or east of you know--South America? We’ve got to find out--”

“I know the mission boss.” Dennis groaned before slapping the bald man in the passenger seat. “Fucking tell him that we’re going to be fine, will you Jon?”

Jonathan Moba was startled awake by the abrupt slap to his chest from the other man. He was easily the largest man of the three of them, but it didn’t make him running his hands over his face and fumbling with his sunglasses any less awkward. He grunted and crossed his arms over his chest, settling back into his seat with a grunt. “What are you two going on about now?” He said.

“Tell him we’re going to get to the site just fine?” Dennis repeated, throwing an accusatory thumb over his shoulder to the other man. “He’s such a worry wart.”

“Nnnh... did you get us lost again?” He asked in an abruptly condescending tone of voice, staring at the road ahead.

“No. No I did not!”

“Then keep driving, I didn’t come along just to hear you two go at it like an old fucking married couple. Wake me up when we stop for lunch. Alright?”

“Aren’t you even going to hear my side--”

“Shut it.” Jonathan demanded angrily pointing at Ian. “I mean it, Howser.”

With an abrupt turn back to his forward facing position, Jonathan put his sunglasses back onto his face and closed his eyes, soon returning to his previously dozing position.

“Well...what the hell...”

“Where is he?” Ian asked as he climbed out of the back seat of the truck, still clamoring with his machinery that had been stuck in the back with him in an impossibly comedic performance of balance. “Is he here?”

Jonathan and Dennis were busy investigating what was left of Harold’s equipment, his tent, his research table, everything had been left out to the elements. His tent was tattered across its entire surface, shredded maps and bits of food scattered about, the evidence pointed to animals breaking into his cooler and leaving little behind. It looked like Harold had not been here in days now. “No, and this worries me. It’s not like Harold to just...pick up and walk off without taking his things.”

“But it’s not unheard of.” Jon replied gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. Out of the trio he was the largest built and was often the most imposing out of them. “He could have gotten engrossed in a new breed of beetle out in the glades and lost all track of time.”

“No. No. Look at this, it’s been days since he’s been here. Ian? Have you gotten any calls from him?”

Ian checked his phone and gave a solemn sigh. “No, actually I don’t have any signal out here, I think I lost it an hour or two back.” He paused as he observed the mess with the other two. “Did you...want to pack it up, call the cops or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jonathan said. “Let’s just set up here and in the morning we’ll hike out to the site. I’ve been itching to explore it.”

“From what Harold told us, there’s not a lot to explore, but what he found did sound fascinating.”

***

The next morning came, and with it, the three men made their way from the camp and followed the clearest route they could find to the dig site. It was still under evaluation with their board; and while it was a scientific curiosity, they were having trouble debating the safety of such a ruin. Only the three of them and Harold were authorized to even go near it. Having such a huge spectacle it was hidden from public knowledge to reduce the chances of it being contaminated.

As the three trudged through the marshlands, the evidence of the south Florida humidity was emblazoned upon them. Jonathan, being the largest and most viable choice to lead made his way several feet ahead of the other two. The trio were sweating up a storm as they climbed hills, navigated dangerous terrain and swamplands, as the marsh grew deeper they also realized that for some reason the normally-rampant population of mosquitoes and insects were at a dull roar. But that didn’t make them any less miserable. Ian traveled close behind Jonathan; the two of them were acquaintances long before even meeting the others, and he considered Jon to be his best friend. As he looked up to see that Jonathan was sweating quite profusely, his skin wet under the Florida sun, he felt his face go red. He could smell the salty heat of his musk the longer they traveled and could even see wet lines around the curves and the crack of his ass. He let out a playful cackle. “Oh come on, Jon. Did you even wear underwear today?”

“Course I did, you perv.” Jon jousted back. “I’m sweating bullets through them!”

After another hour, the pair reached the top of a seemingly tall hill, only to reach the crest and look down into a perfectly carved out ruin only lined along the outside border by water. It was up to about three inches remaining along the stone perimeter before it sank down into the perfectly pristine outline of the architecture before them. All three men uttered a gasp of shock and awe as they climbed over the ledge and dropped about nine feet into the stone walkway below.

“What a marvel!” Dennis’ mouth fell open as he found runes carved into the ledge of the sunken ruin. “It’s as if this ruin were never part of the water...”

“Harold’s spent weeks cleaning it thoroughly.” Ian explained. “And he’s done an amazing job. I just...wish I knew where he was.”

“Hey guys?” Jonathan sounded much further away, bringing the other two back to realize he’d wandered off. “Come check this out.”

As the other two reunited with him, Jon pointed to a small outcropping within the central walkway of the ruin. As the other two looked, they could see some strangely-shaped object lodged within. As they approached, Dennis pondered aloud: “What is that thing?” Before touching it with his fingers.

The object seemed warm to Dennis’ touch, as his fingers and he immediately pulled his fingers away, giving a grunt of pain and sticking the finger in his mouth. It tasted strange for a moment, even though he didn’t actually grab the object, his fingers still smelled like ozone or electricity, and his nostrils flared out. “Ow what the?” He stared as the object glowed a strange bluish color for a moment longer, then faded into its typical ivory color. “Did...you guys see that?” He asked as he reached for it again. “I...kind of want to...”

“Dennis!” Both men grabbed his hand before it could touch the object again, a strange buzzing sound in his ears faded slightly as they looked at it. “Whatever the fuck that is. Let’s just stay away from it, okay?”

“Y-yeah...right.” Dennis admitted, shaking the fuzz from his mind as he took his glasses off and rubbed his face. “Any sign of Harold?”

“We don’t exactly have a lot of places to look.” Ian said as he wandered about the small space the three of them occupied. “Every doorway that seems to lead down is filled to the brim with water. There’s no way in.”

“Maybe that’s the ways it’s designed...”

“I dunno...there had to have been some reason for this to surface now and--”

Dennis couldn’t concentrate, his eyes turned back to the strange object seated on the pedestal behind them, he looked back and could feel a strange, nagging burning sensation somewhere behind his eyes. It was as if this bone fragment was somehow...calling to him. He stared at the object and his mind began to wander, it was a strange feeling, like something scratching the inside of his skull. He reached up and rubbed his palm against his forehead. Everything around him began to slowly fade from his hearing as the world seemed to zoom in on this one piece of bone. It wasn’t until a hand waved in front of his face that he felt himself blink. “What? What!” He snapped looking at Jon who had an expression of surprise and looked at Ian.

“You okay? You were a million miles away there.”

“Fine. I’m... fine. Just having little trouble concentrating...on...” He paused and shook his head. “I’m good.”

“You’re sure?” Ian added straightening his glasses and stepping closer as if examining Dennis. “We don’t need to call someone else to investigate--”

“No.” Dennis shook his head. “This is our discovery, I think we should stay.” He looked at the bone again. “And...I think we should bring that back with us.” He said, pointing at the bone.

“No way, you saw what that thing did when you touched it, I think it’s too dangerous.”

Dennis rolled his eyes. “No. I think it’s important. It might explain what happened to Harold...”

“I think he’s right.” Jonathan agreed as he reached to take the object, and just like with Dennis, his hand suddenly started shaking and a cold blue color suddenly began to streak along his arm. “AH! What the--?”

Ian quickly grabbed Jon’s hand and instantly a gold flash formed under his palm as he grabbed the bone and quickly wrapped it into something. Their colors faded as well and for a moment all of them contemplated what this thing was, and what it was doing to them.

The sun was low in the sky as they returned to their jeep and climbed in, Ian sprawling out on the back seat, suddenly exhausted from the trip while Jon took a turn at driving and Dennis sat in the passenger seat to navigate, the bone was in Ian’s pocket, he could feel it somehow pulsing against his breast, and the sensation made him itch uncontrollably. He took the bone from his pocket and looked it over, holding it in his cloth to keep his skin from touching it again, but as he turned it over, he noticed a strange sprouting of hair on the back of his hand. It felt oddly cathartic for him to hold the bone, as he stared at it, he could feel a sudden urge to bite it, to chew on it; to... to gnaw on it. He felt his face twitch oddly as he stared at it. “Hey...guys?” He tried to say, but the words barely fell off the tip of his tongue, and he made no audible sound. His throat felt tight and odd, but the thoughts and objections that were swirling about in his mind sort of faded away and he leaned back, again scratching the itch on his chest.

“So...what do you think it was?” Jon asked after a few minutes, looking at Ian in the mirror.

“What?”

“What happened to Dennis at the ruin?” He looked at Dennis who had fallen asleep, his head rested against the door. “That glow couldn’t have been normal.”

“I... dunno...” Ian answered, his brain still full of fog and keeping him from concentrating.

Jonathan flicked open a few of the buttons on his shirt, reaching into the sweat-soaked interior just to feel his skin pulsate and warm his palm as it touched. “Is it...getting hot?” He asked. He sighed as his arm reached in further, his hand getting soaked by the sweat on his skin. “I mean...I know we’re in Florida but...” He rolled his shoulders and felt his muscles flex underneath.

“No more than usual.” Ian replied perplexed at the fact that Jonathan’s skin, sweat and pits could be clearly seen through the shirt and yet the truck continued down the road. “What...you doing?” He asked, then pondered the strangeness of that question. “What are you doing?” He corrected himself, clicking his tongue. Yes, it must have just been a slip of the tongue.

Jon buzzed down all four windows and then stuck his head out of one. “Ahhhhh yeah that’s it.” He exclaimed as the wind started blasting into his face. He let the breeze flutter his cheeks slightly and he watched it draw back his mouth slightly, causing his lips to flap and as they did so, he noticed that his front teeth looked a bit sharper than usual. “What...the?”

“Nnnhhh why am I so itchy? What’s going on?” Ian complained as he continued to scratch his chest through his shirt, frustration starting to build. “Jon, slow...down it’s so cold in here...I...nnnhhh...” He grumbled. “What is wrong with me?” All the while Dennis remained calm and collected and stared ahead, unblinking. “Dennis? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing...” Dennis replied, unblinking. “I...I feel strange I can’t...” He seated himself awkwardly, curling his legs under him off to one side as if he were getting ready to pounce something or move unexpectedly while Ian continued to scratch.

It was clear that something was wrong, as the ride continued, their responses only got foggier and foggier until Jon alerted them all by slamming on the breaks and sending the jeep screeching to a halt. “I can’t fucking take this anymore!” He roared loudly as he kicked the door open and crawled out he moved across the ground on his hands and knees, he quickly grabbed the base of his shirt with with a growl, he yanked it over his head, revealing his glistening body underneath as he tried to desperately use the air around them to cool his body off. It was rampaging out of control. He looked down at his hands which had started to tremble and as he watched, a swell of muscle began to grow along his forearms that rippled through his biceps and immediately up to his shoulders. He grunted as he snapped upright and grabbed his chest in a powerful roar as if something within him was trying to break free. His hands popped and as he looked down, he could see claws emerge from his fingertips, a sudden winding shock of fur...or hair went streaming up his body and he could feel his facial hair suddenly start to spill from his skin, creating a thick pair of mutton chops on his face, which only grew more ragged and bushy by the second. “Wh-what... what’s happening?!”

Inside the car, Ian was experiencing something similar as the scratching began to grow obsessive, he howled in agony as he ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying off into every open corner of the car, he threw himself onto his back and tore his clothes off, flinging his shirt and his pants somewhere behind the driver’s seat, leaving him only in a pair of white briefs, which were already starting to tear as his thighs began to swell in size, and his stomach began to pudge out. He couldn’t speak, he felt a growl rise from his chest as his tongue nearly cut itself on his canine teeth as they began to expand in his mouth. He grabbed his face, trying in vain to slow it down as his body shook and grew in size. All the while the itching of his long-and-getting-longer body hair began to erupt all over his body and he couldn’t help himself but to scratch madly at it. He looked down to see that he’d covered himself in scratches and his arms were sprouting hair now, he felt his cock growing harder and harder by the moment; by this moment as it pressed hard against his briefs, quickly causing them to grow wet from how much this arousal was affecting him. He felt his nipples harden and he couldn’t resist pinching them between his fingers, feeling a vibration of pleasure radiating through his body. He rolled to his side and reached his arms down, he grabbed his underwear and tore them off, hearing them rip as he flung them to the floor. “I c-can’t...control myself...!” He said through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, in the passenger seat; Dennis, who had been asleep, suddenly snapped awake, his eyes opening wide as he could hear the commotion in the back seat. Terrified; though somewhat intrigued by what he saw, his instincts suddenly began to kick in. As he kicked at the door of the car he flung it open and threw himself out of the jeep, falling three feet to the ground. As he regained his bearings, he spotted another strange beast transforming just on the other side of the car; he didn’t recognize it, but it was wearing Jonathan’s clothes--or what was left of his clothes. As the shock of the moment struck him, Dennis got to his feet and started to run. He staggered after a few feet before a sudden gnawing sensation in his stomach began to overtake him. He let out a howl of pain as he fell to the ground and rolled onto his back. “Ahh! N-no! Ahh!” He cried out as he could feel a strange tingling across his scalp, reaching up he could feel a hot tingling sensation now from his fingers that also brought a cooling touch to each follicle of his thick head of hair and immediately he began to notice a shower of his dark hair falling down in front of his eyes. “Wh-what...?” He gasped as he tried to pull his hands away, but they wouldn’t respond, they just kept stroking through his hair and the more he did it the more he felt it fall away until he could feel nothing but skin. “Rrr?” He glanced down at his hand, which was now taking on a more beastial form, he watched as his forearm expanded out, tearing the arm of his jacket and an overwhelming heat that trailed up his body underneath. He howled out suddenly and put his hands on his face, he wanted to take the jacket off, he pulled back on the sleeves but it didn’t budge and as he suddenly thrust his body forward, he felt his entire jacket split down the back from top to bottom in a dramatic, screaming tear that left him discarding the pieces of it on the ground under him. Dennis could see the surface of a lake near him and as hard as it was to stand this rising heat within him was getting to be too much. The world around him was wobbling under his feet, he couldn’t walk in a straight line. He fell to the ground again, this time his pants splitting clear down the back as his large form- while getting more and more muscular was also gaining a rather thick backside and his chest seemed to be filling out as his pectoral muscles split and spilled out of what was left of his shirt. He had to cool down; immediately, if not sooner. He crawled on his hands and knees, getting closer, and closer to the water that was so close to him now... he reached his claw out in front of him, and with the last ounce of his strength, fell forward, falling in and vanishing beneath the water’s surface.

Jonathan woke, sprawled out naked on the grass at the side of the road, his mind was a blur as to what had just happened but as he sat up he looked down at his massive arms, covered in a dark brown fur and darker brown spots across his body. He ran his fingers along the fur, feeling the tingling of the contact throughout his body. He then grabbed his face and could feel a blunt muzzle with his fingers, a wide mouth and a cold, wet nose. He jumped to his feet, which felt effortless. It was as though he was weightless under this newfound strength of his. He staggered over to the jeep and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was completely naked now, at least half a foot taller, making him over seven feet in height. His piercing blue eyes were still the same and he had a thick, dark mane of hair atop his head like a thick mohawk that was curled over to one side, longer than his tall canine ears. But what--what species was this? He didn’t care, he’d never seen it before...he only knew that he felt... hungry. He sniffed, and could smell something...something strangely inticing something...familiar.

He grabbed the Jeep’s door handle and yanked it open, only to spot another creature like himself sprawled out across the back seat. This one had fur white as snow and a mane of fire red. His mane was thick and resembled more of a lion’s mane with how majestic it looked. His green eyes stared at Jonathan through the divides in his fingers. The entire interior of the vehicle smelled heavily of jizz, which had made a mess not only out of the seats, but it was littered across the creature’s body. “I--Ian...?” He growled.

“J-Jonathan--what...happen?” He uttered in a trembling, growling voice.

Jonathan’s eyes fell to the beast’s still thick and throbbing erection and he licked his lips before aggressively taking it in his hand and with a gruff pull, he yanked Ian closer. Ian looked as though he wanted to melt off the face of the earth. Again, Jonathan licked his lips, letting his tongue then trail over his sharp teeth as he grinned. “Hungry.” He spoke gruffly before suddenly wrapping his mouth around Ian’s plump erection.

“Ahh! Ahh!” Ian’s body jolted suddenly as the massive creature began to drive his lips from tip to base over and over again, building up steam by the moment as he began to thrust his mouth down faster and faster. HIs lips hitting Ian’s balls with such force that it sent waves of pleasure all through his body. “Jo-Jon-athan...” He objected breathlessly as the beast continued his assault. Using his other hand to tightly squeeze Ian’s melon-shaped balls. As the taste of the man’s precum began to fill his senses, Jonathan breathed hard, doubling his efforts and messily continuing this crude blowjob as Ian’s howls of pleasure filled the air, his claws digging into the side of the door frame, causing thick messy scratches in the paint. Jonathan didn’t let up, even with the increase in volume, even with the assaulting throbbing of Ian’s erection pinched between his lips he simply went faster and faster until-- “Nnnnahhh! GAHHH! AROOOOO!”

With a deceptively loud howling he felt Ian come undone in his mouth and Jonathan bared down hard, plunging his lips flush against the other beast’s loins as thick pulses of cum began to cascade hard into his throat, down his tongue across his mouth and spilling out all over the other creature’s hips, dripping down into the seats of the jeep he’d been laying in.

“Jah-jah--Jonathan...” Ian panted loudly as the other beast finally released him from his mouth and just as abruptly grabbed him by the fur and yanked him from the vehicle, throwing him on the ground.

He then pushed Ian’s ass up in the air, crudely spitting into the man’s deep, dark hole before hearing something else approaching. As he looked up, a third beast; this one with a dark, bluish tint to his fur and darker gray or blue spots on his body approached. His ears sported no mane in between them, only a small shock of hair topped with what looked like a bald spot to reveal the dark skin underneath. As he approached, Jonathan could smell him, Ian looked weakly back and both knew this was Dennis, a dry grin crossed Jonathan’s face and as he got close enough, the massive beast wrapped an arm around Dennis and pulled him into a nasty, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue delved hard down into Dennis’ mouth and Dennis eagerly kissed back, their lips smacked under the fur, their tongues making a wet, furious sound as they made out. Their teeth clashed together and in a matter of a moment, their cocks, hard and thick pressed together like a pair of swords crossed in between them. Jonathan’s possessive hand dug hard into the back of Dennis’ hand for what seemed like an eternity before parting ways, a thick string of saliva dripping down between them as Jonathan pointed crudely, but wordlessly at Ian, still laying their prone on his hands and knees. Dennis grinned and nodded his head as the pair separated and, to Ian’s surprise, Dennis grabbed him and flipped him over onto his back. He pulled Ian’s legs into the air, dropping them on his shoulders as hs leaned in closer, parting Ian’s cheeks and driving his tongue straight into the man’s dark, lonely pucker.

Ian howled in pleasured response to this, his claws digging into the dirt as he belted out a howl of pleasure. He opened his eyes to see Jonathan’s massive, thick ass hanging over him and before he could say anything, or do anything, Jonathan crouched down and sat on Ian’s face. He grabbed both of Jonathan’s cheeks, spreading them apart to breathe, but it did little to help as Jonathan bared down, clenching his ass around Ian’s eager, pleased face.

Despite multiple climaxes, Ian’s cock bounced to life at this, and between deep diving his tongue into Ian’s ass, Dennis also began to eagerly drag his tongue over the thick, sweaty cock. Deeper and deeper his tongue went, feeling the warmth of Ian’s hole as he began to stroke the beast’s returning arousal. He pushed his tongue in deeper, slurping as he could practically taste the man in his saliva. Ian’s hips bounced up and came down hard, forcing Dennis to grab his ass even harder to hold him in place while Jonathan continued to grind his thick ass in the man’s face for several minutes.

Finally, Jonathan stood up and both of them flipped Ian onto his hands and knees and Ian moved in behind him. As Jonathan watched Ian’s eagerness intensify, he turned and bent over, exposing his hole to the white-furred beast. As Dennis lifted Ian back to his feet, his cock sandwiched between Ian’s cheeks and in turn, Jonathan slowly began to guide Ian’s cock to his hole. As they pressed together, Dennis thrust hard into Ian, which forced Ian to drive his cock hard and wet into Jon. All three men let out growls and howls of pleasure as they began to fuck next to the open road, on a bright sunny day in southern Florida where anyone could just walk by. But none of them cared, and as Dennis began to work himself harder and faster into Ian’s hole, Ian began to harden and drive into Jonathan’s warm, tight hole. As all three of them merged again, and again the pace began to pick up, and their growls began to echo through the area. As they all grew closer to their climax, Jonathan looked ahead, and for a brief moment, he could see a cinder-red furred beast standing in the woods not far from them, he was only there for a moment, but then he was gone. The last thing Jonathan could think was... “Was that beast wearing glasses?”

“AHH! FUCK!” Dennis crowed out loudly as he climaxed hard, shooting a volley of his seed deep into Ian’s tight hole. It pulsated and began to spill down between them, and that was what sent Ian over the edge. He grunted and howled out loudly, emptying his load into Jonathan, who suddenly came as well, supplying the daisy bushes around them with a healthy drink of white seed sprayed wet across the floor, the sound of it splashing in nature being the last thing they’d heard before collapsing to the ground in a riotous, passionate-post coital display.

***

No one knew what happened to Dr. Jonathan Moba, Dr. Dennis Ables, Dr. Ian Donald nor Dr. Harold Igress. Their last field mission was expunged, the ruins they’d discovered in the Everglades had vanished. There had been simply no trace of them; all they could glean was from local legends of beast men in the woods surrounding the everglades, warning off many who might venture into the wilderness.

As truck driver Mitchell Richards pulled out of the city of Everglades City, he was flagged down by a large man on the road. As he came to a stop, he turned to the muscular dark haired man who had climbed onto the step of his truck, leaning into the window with muscular arms and a smile on his face, a pair of blue eyes staring into his own. “Thanks for stopping.” The man said.

“No problem. Always happy to help fellow travelers.” Mitch said cheerfully as he smiled uncomfortably. “What can I do for you sir?”

“Oh. Mitch.” The man replied, his eyes now glowing blue. Mitch couldn’t move he was transfixed by the man’s stare, he didn’t even notice the thick, white-furred beast creeping up behind him from the passenger side. “I think it’s time we became friends.”

THE END?