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Shifting Consequences--Chapter 4: The Break Out

By: Zmeydros AKA Lucien Quinn

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When Zack wakes up he feels a sticky mess on his chest and abdomen. A grin forms on his face. He loves his draconic herm form. Softly he touches his breasts. This is truly one of the best things that has ever happened to him. He reaches down and touches his clit. A little spark of pleasure jumps up his spine. Reluctantly he stops touching himself-he is still pretty satisfied from all the sex he's had today.

How is he going to get clean? His tongue is probably long enough from him to clean himself. He curls into a ball and starts licking his torso. His sperm tastes very good even though it's cold. Slowly he licks all of his torso clean. Then he moves to his crotch. His sheath is easy to clean, but he has to resist the urge to play with the head of his penis when it emerges. As he licks his balls he's amazed by the length of his tongue-it can probably reach all the way to... He lifts his balls and extends his tongue all the way to his cunt. Soft moans come from him as he cleans it.

When Zack is finished with his crotch he uncurls and moves the tip of his tail to his mouth. While he suckles it clean he's surprised again by how sensitive it is. It feels as though the end of his tail is a secondary cock. It's producing a lubricant that has a faint citrus taste to it. He suckles it for a moment longer and then releases it. The sheets are wet and full of his fluids. A soft sigh comes from him when he pulls the sheets off and exposes his scales to the cool air.

For a few minutes he just lies there and concentrates on the sensation of being in this form. His scales, breasts, horns, sheath, pussy, snout, and ears feel so good. So right. He doesn't have to fight his body to stay in this form. The sound of distant footsteps catches Zack's attention.

Shit! He can't stay in this form any longer. His brow furrows in concentration as he wills himself into human form. Pain shoots through him mind as his body protests being forced out of its preferred shape. Zack steels himself against the pain. His snout burns as it is pulled back into his skull and the places where his horns are attached feel like they are being stabbed. As his tail is pulled in he feels a sick grinding of bones. He's probably trying to change himself too fast, but he cannot afford to be seen in his draconic form. The pain from his hands is almost unbearable-he grits his teeth and continues concentrating.

Eventually all that is left of his other form are his breasts and vagina. He touches each of these parts tenderly, saying goodbye to them before he makes them go away. The feeling that he has forgotten something causes him to feel his body with his hands. His face is still feminine and his body shape is somewhere between male and female. The shifting of his bones feels brutal as he changes himself back. The bones crack and pop in protest, but his resolve doesn't waver.

Another check confirms that he is now as close to his original form as he can get. He is putting on his prison clothes when the footsteps stop at his cell. He takes a deep breath through his nose and easily identifies Glenn's nervous scent.

"Zack, are you ready?" Glenn whispers.

After putting on his prison shoes, Zack climbs down from the top bunk. He nods at Glenn as he walks up to the bars. Glenn's outfit amuses Zack. He's wearing a brightly-colored Hawaiian shirt, green shorts, and a Florida Mariners baseball cap. Is Glenn trying to make sure someone sees him?

Glenn fishes a key out of his shirt pocket and starts to put it in the lock.

"Don't open it yet, I want to try something." Zack grabs two of the bars and starts to pull them away from each other. He cannot believe what he is doing. It's taking a fair amount of effort on his part, but the bars are bending. A sudden groaning sound from the metal causes him to stop. "Okay, maybe we should just do it the normal way."

For a moment Glenn just stands there gaping at the gap Zack made in the bars. Then he shakes his head, unlocks the door, and steps to the side.

Zack opens his mouth to say something as he exits his cell, but Glenn signals for him to be quiet. They make their way out of the jail in silence.

When they walk out of the station parking lot Zack can hear sirens. He follows Glenn down a side street toward a tan 70's pickup with Florida plates. Glenn pulls out his keys, unlocks the truck, gets in and opens the passenger's side door. As Zack climbs into the pickup he wonders why Glenn chose such an odd getaway vehicle.

A sigh of relief escapes Glenn as he starts the car. "Like my ride?"

"This isn't your normal ride, right?" Zack feels the pristine leather interior with his hands.

"No, I've been storing it for my grandpa ever since he moved to Florida. I've had this thing for eight years and he never asked about it once. I figured I was entitled to use it." Glenn points at the fuzzy dice that are hanging over the rear view mirror. "Could you take those down? I was in such a hurry to get here that I left them up there."

"Sure. You don't like fuzzy dice?" Zack carefully takes them off of the mirror.

"No, I find them distracting. I'm pretty easygoing about most things, but I'm serious about driving. I've never been in an accident and I want to keep it that way." Glenn starts heading down the street that runs behind the police station.

Zack realizes that he forgot something. "Glenn, I think we need to go back and get my stuff. I don't want the feds to get their hands on my cell-"

Glenn points behind himself with his thumb. "Relax, I already got all your stuff. It's in the back."

"Oh, good. Where are we going?" Zack doesn't recognize this street.

"We're going to leave town and drive to Algonquin, allowing the cameras to see us. Then we'll take a route with no surveillance to Kettle Moraine State Forest, where we'll camp for the night. The feds will think we're still heading south. After we've stayed the night at the state forest, we'll drive to Madison to pick up a car I bought on Craigslist. Then you can decide what we'll do next." Glenn turns left onto another street.

Zack recognizes this street. They are heading south. "So we are going to cause the government to think we went south? How do you know where the surveillance cameras in Algonquin are?"

"Ever since my brother told me about the crazy stuff the government's doing, I've been paranoid. One day he went on a date and forgot to log out of his laptop. I used a program that a friend gave me to add my fingerprint to my brother's homeland security user account. I've been able to log into his computer whenever I want for months. One of the files I download often is a map of the national surveillance system. The car we are picking up is in a suburb of Madison that has no surveillance." Glenn has a proud smile on his face. "I'm not a huge technology buff, but I know my way around computers."

Zack can hear a lot of police sirens. He and Glenn are a few blocks from the police station now. "Do you think the police will find us?"

"No, I know what they're going to do. It'll be harder when they get the feds involved, though. Hopefully we'll be camping by then... Turn off your cell phone. I don't know whether they can track it, but I know it's possible." Glenn turns onto the southbound lane of a county road.

When Zack turns off his iPhone a feeling of loss hits him. "Will I ever be able to tell my mom what happened?"

"Yeah, we'll both use our cell phones when we get to the outskirts of Algonquin. It's late at night, but I think our loved ones will understand." Glenn glances at Zack and smirks. "We'll use the cell phones outside of the area that is under surveillance. They'll know that we're in Algonquin, but they still won't know what we're in this truck. By the time they figure out we were in this truck and that we drove through Algonquin we'll have another vehicle. I'm going to make the feds work if they want to find us."

"I like your plan. It deals with many contingencies." Zack is excited and sad at the same time. Being on the run sucks.

Glenn turns onto a county road. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'm sure we'll be free for a while before they're hot on our tail. How are you holding up? You look sad."

"I was just thinking about how messed up this all is. Having to break out of jail to avoid being locked away forever, having to leave all of my friends and family behind. The fact that you're a fugitive too now." Zack shakes his head. "Transforming is really fun and way outside any experience I ever imagined, but I'm not sure it's worth all of this hardship."

"My life would probably have probably been more stable if you didn't need rescuing, but I think stability is overrated. Ever since the government lost their minds my job has been hell. I've seen too many people get locked up because they own too many guns, are antisocial, or said the wrong thing. Breaking you out is my way of fighting the system." Gary glances at Zack. "There's something about you. Your presence causes me to feel alive. If you hadn't come through that door I would still be working for Uncle Sam."

"I'm glad that you're so positive about this. I feel a little better." Zack looks at the side of Glenn's face. "Is there anyone you wish you didn't have to leave behind?"

"Yeah, my brother, two of my friends, and Lawrence. How about you?" The look on Glenn's face is hard to read.

"My mom, a couple of my friends from school, my stepsister, and my girlfriend." Zack sighs. "Out of all those my girlfriend is the one I regret leaving the most. I was going to try and work things out with her."

A look of sympathy is now on Glenn's face. "That's rough. It's always hardest to lose people when there is unfinished business between you and them. Perhaps someday you can talk with her again."

"Yeah, the irony is that she wanted to run away with me." Zack smirks to himself. Who would have thought he would end up running away just days after she asked him to do the same?

Glenn chuckles. "Sorry, but I think that's pretty amusing. Do you want to sleep for a little bit until we get to Algonquin?"

"I'd be laughing too if she hadn't cried so much. I could use more sleep. Maybe I should take over for a bit after we are out of Algonquin so you can sleep." Zack starts to get comfortable.

"Oh, before you doze off I want to know two things. The first one is: what is that smell? I love it and I think it's making me horny." Glenn is blushing.

Zack knows exactly what Glenn is talking about. The smell from his self gratification is pretty powerful. "I masturbated before you broke me out. I cleaned myself up, but I don't think I got it all."

"I've never had a smell make me feel this horny. I wonder if there's something special about you." Glenn's free hand is inching toward his crotch.

That's it. Zack thinks for a moment. A term he heard in biology class that starts with a "P" has got to have something to do with this... "Pheromones, I think my smell has potent pheromones in it that affect people around me."

"I know I've heard that word somewhere, but I never really thought about what it meant. Well, I don't mind being turned on, but I think it will be hard to concentrate on driving when I'm this horny." One of Glenn's hands is almost touching his crotch.

"Maybe we should stop the truck so I can change into my other clothes. It would be a bit obvious if I was in a prison uniform when we got to Algonquin anyway." The smell in the truck is pretty potent right now. Zack is starting to feel horny again. His sexual appetite is astonishing.

Glenn nods, then he slows the truck down and stops on the shoulder. "Your clothes are in the truck bed in the largest compartment of the green backpack."

"Okay, I'll make this quick." Zack opens the passenger side door, gets out of the truck and looks in the bed-it has a tarp in it with camping supplies underneath it. He lifts the tarp and finds the green backpack. When he opens it he finds some of his favorite clothes-his mom is very thoughtful. As he takes off his prison uniform he basks in the feeling of the cool night air against his skin-it's a shame that he has to get dressed again. He puts the prison clothes into the plastic bag that his mother put his shoes in and ties it shut, then he puts on a pair of cargo pants and a green t-shirt that has a molecular diagram of capsaicin on the front. The shirt was a birthday present from his stepsister. He will miss her.

Zack climbs back into the truck and turns toward Glenn. "So what was your other question?"

The truck starts moving again as Glenn blushes. "I feel a bit awkward asking you this, but I've been horny twice in your presence and I need to know something. Are you okay with being on the receiving end of anal sex?"

The suddenness of Glenn's question causes Zack to laugh. He gets himself under control half a minute later. "That was unexpected. The answer is yes. I'm curious about it now, especially after what you did to me yesterday. If you asked me that same question a day ago I would have said no."

"Glad to hear it. I want to be your first." Glenn is smiling broadly.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Zack feels like he is being Captain Obvious.

"What gave me away?" Glenn feigns surprise.

A smirk dances across Zack's face. "Your lisp."

Glenn laughs heartily. "Good one... I've only known two people who had that stereotypical lisp and I know I don't have it."

"Are you sure?" Zack raises his eyebrows.

"Time for you to go to sleep." Glenn pretends to bonk Zack on the head.

Zack pretends to fall unconscious. After he hears Glenn chuckle he starts to get himself into a comfortable position.

* * * * *

The sound of a cellphone ringing wakes Zack up. He opens his eyes and sees Glenn answer his phone.

Glenn hands Zack his iPhone and then pantomimes making a call.

For a moment Zack has no idea who he should call, but then he realizes there is one person in the world who will go crazy with grief if he never talks to her again. He selects his mom's number from his contacts and dials it.

The phone rings four times before a tired female voice says, "Hello?"

"Mom, it's me, Zack." Hearing the sound of his mother's voice causes Zack to feel terrible about what he is going to say.

"Why are you calling me in the middle of the morning? Did something happen to you at the police station?" Her voice is sounding a little less tired.

"I need you to trust me. Don't listen to anything the media or the police say about me. I did break out of jail, but I didn't do anything else illegal." Zack hopes that his mom is able to maintain her unflappable demeanor.

"You broke out of jail? Why would you do something like that? You've never broken the law before." Her voice is only slightly frantic.

Zack thinks for a moment about the best way to explain things. "I found out that the government was going to make me disappear when I didn't do anything wrong." He cannot tell her about his transformations because that knowledge might endanger her. "My only crime is seeing something they didn't want me to see today at lunch."

"Zack, I trust you, but I'm afraid that you're only making things worse by running away. Are you sure their intention was to make you disappear?" Her voice is less frantic, but she sounds very concerned.

"I'm as sure as I need to be. If I'm going to get away from them I have to do it before they put me somewhere I can't escape from." Zack hopes she can understand.

She is silent for a few seconds. "I don't know what to say. If you're right about this the government has truly gone mad and I can't do anything to help you without leading them right to you."

"All you need to do for me is stay strong. Don't let the press or the government drag you or anyone else in the family out into the open. Please don't defend me or entertain speculations on what happened to me. The less the press has to talk about, the better." Zack knows his mom can do this.

"I'll be as boring as possible, but in return you have to find a way to safely contact me someday. I'm going to miss you terribly... I love you so much." There is more emotion in her voice than Zack has ever heard from her.

A tear rolls down Zack's cheek. "I love you too. Tell Carla I miss her already."

"I will. Do you think you can talk longer? I know the government can hear our conversation. They might even find you just because you called me." She sounds so sad.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I should go now, though-I wish I could tell you that I'll call you tomorrow, but I don't know when I'll be able to call you again." Zack's hand is shaking. When he hangs up the phone he won't be able to contact any of the people he left behind for a long time. "Mom, you did a really good job raising me. Thank you."

She starts to cry on the other end. "Thank you for being such a good son. I hope we can talk again soon."

"I hope so too. Bye, mom." Zack ends the call and just stares at his iPhone. He'll have to turn it off and make it disappear. If someone finds it he might not get away. What about Marta and John? He can't contact them if he doesn't have their numbers. He walks over to the truck bed and looks through the camping supplies to find a pen and paper. After he finds those items, he writes down their numbers on a scrap of paper and puts it in his pocket. He has memorized most of the numbers of his friends and family... As he shuts off his iPhone he feels like he wants to cry. All those songs he bought on iTunes... All the pictures he took of his friends and family... This sucks.

Glenn seems to notice Zack's sour mood. "Are you ok?"

"No, I don't want to get rid of my iPhone. I don't want to be away from my friends and family and not be able to call them. But I know this is survival and survival often requires sacrifice. What are we going to do to our cell phones?" Zack is gripping his iPhone tightly as if he's trying to protect it from the unfortunate truth of his situation.

"First we'll take the batteries out. After we get to our campsite we'll toss them in the fire. We'll bury them in the forest when they're cool again." Glenn looks at his cheap flip phone. He takes the battery out of it and then an amused grin forms on his face. "I've always wanted to snap my phone in half." He grips both ends of his phone and pulls. A cracking sound soon follows and his phone is in two pieces that are connected by a few wires.

Zack just stares at his iPhone. "The battery isn't removable."

"That sucks. Do you think you could take it apart while we drive if I gave you some tools?" Glenn starts to look through the items in the bed of his truck.

"Well, I guess so. I don't think it'll be easy. I remember watching a video on the internet showing how to take apart an iPhone and I remember that it was very involved." The phone in Zack's hand doesn't deserve to be destroyed... He takes it out of its case. Survival is more important. "I have a better way to get it apart." Zack throws his iPone at the ground as if he's pitching a fastball. It bursts into pieces and makes a violent crashing sound. For a moment Zack just stares at the scattered pieces of his phone.

"Wow, I was surprised when you bent the bars of your cell, but this is almost as unbelievable as that was. It looks like you broke a chunk out of the concrete where your phone struck it." Glenn bends down and starts to pick up the pieces.

Zack watches Glenn clean up the pieces while he reflects on his remarkable strength. What is he capable of? Is he even stronger in his draconic form? "I've had this strength ever since I started transforming."

"What caused you to transform? Some government experiment?" Now Glenn is sweeping the smallest pieces of the phone into his hand.

"A botched magic spell. I'll explain more when we get back into the truck. I think we should start moving again. We might get caught if we stay too long in the area where we made the call." Zack walks over to the passenger's side door, opens it and hops inside.

About thirty seconds later Glenn gets into the truck. "I feel a bit sleepy, but I think I should drive until we get on the road that'll take us north most of the way."

"Sounds good. I don't want us to get lost." Zack looks at Glenn and smiles. "Time for us to drive through a surveilled area."

"Yes. Now you can tell me about how you became able to transform," Glenn says as he starts the truck.

* * * * *

After Zack has told Glenn about the incident at the school and has driven the truck part of the way, he is now at the turnoff that Glenn told him about. "Hey Glenn, wake up."

"Wha? Are we there already?" Glenn's voice is thick and tired.

"Yes we are. Where's the next turn."

"Give me a moment." Glenn rubs his eyes and sits up straighter. "Go past the next two dirt roads and then take a right."

Zack follows Glenn's directions until they are at their destination. He can see the moon's reflection through the dense foliage of the forest. "Are we near a lake or something?"

"Yes, it's a short walk from here. Let's set up the tent." Glenn gets out of the truck and walks toward the truck bed.

As Zack gets out he notices the fresh smell of the forest. The sound of the leaves as they rustle in the wind is calming. It has been a long time since Zack went camping and he has never camped in a state forest. There are no predefined camp sites here, just trees. Zack walks to the truck bed. "What do you want me to grab?"

"Get that grey bag and the toolbox." There are two bags in one of Glenn's hands and a flashlight in the other.

Once Zack has both items he looks at Glenn. He would normally want a flashlight, but his eyes have adjusted to the darkness quite well. Glenn, on the other hand, has a painfully bright flashlight that is almost impractically large. "That LED flashlight is really bright and you're holding it like a cop. You know, next to your head in the perfect position to blind me."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't even realize. We're taught to hold it that way in cop school." Glenn holds the flashlight lower.

A chuckle comes from Zack. "Cop school, huh? It sounds kind of silly when you call it that."

"They also teach us how to be condescending assholes in cop school. That behavior's not a coincidence." The smirk on Glenn's face is adorable.

Laughter bursts out of Zack. Once his laughter dies down he says, "I've met plenty of nice cops. I find that I actually like them most of the time, but that may be because I don't commit crimes."

"Yeah, I'm actually annoyed by the stereotypes that cops have to deal with." Glenn starts to walk away from the truck. "I hate doughnuts, but some of my friends insist on buying them for me."

Zack follows him. "My mom keeps making banana bread and offering it to me even though I've told her over twenty times that I hate banana bread. I love bananas when they aren't in bread."

"How could anyone not like banana bread if they like bananas?" The surprise on Glenn's face is almost comedic.

"My mom usually makes banana bread from over-ripened bananas. Once bananas get that old they taste too banana-y." Zack knows he is at a loss for words.

"Too banana-y?" Glenn laughs.

"The smell and much of the taste of bananas comes from isoamyl acetate, which is a very strong-smelling compound. A guy in one of my my chemistry classes once dropped a vial of it on the floor. That entire wing of the school smelled like it was the inside of a giant ripe banana. I find the smell of really ripe bananas to be overwhelming and I left class minutes after the vial was dropped. I saw other people leaving their classrooms to get away from the smell a few minutes later." Zack smiles as he remembers all the confused-looking people that were wandering out of their classrooms. "Organic chemistry is the smelliest kind of chemistry. The smell of toluene is almost worse than the banana smell..."

"Get your mind off of chemistry and on to helping me set up this tent." Glenn has an LED lantern in one hand and he is reaching for the grey bag in Zack's hand with the other.

"This bag has the tent in it, doesn't it?" Zack hands it to Glenn.

"Sure does." Glenn sets down the lantern and starts taking the tent out of the grey bag.

A few minutes later they have set up the tent. Zack smiles at Glenn. He's starting to feel tired. "That was really easy to set up."

"I bought this tent about five years ago and I'm quite attached to it. It's a very good tent... I was going to start a fire and set up some other stuff, but I'm bushed. Let's get the sleeping bags and pads so we can go to bed." Glenn starts walking back to the truck.

"I feel like I would fall asleep if I wasn't standing up." Zack follows Glenn.

Glenn hands a sleeping bag and a pad to Zack before he grabs one of each for himself. He walks slowly back to the tent and enters it.

Zack follows Glenn into the tent and gets everything laid out correctly. Then he turns to Glenn who is already in his own sleeping bag and has his eyes closed. "Mind if I sleep in the nude?"

"Nope, just try to avoid getting any bodily fluids on that sleeping bag. We won't be able to wash it for some time." Glenn doesn't even open his eyes.

It's clear to Zack that his body wants to change. He has suppressed it long enough. After he strips all of his clothes off he opens the door in his mind and aids his body in its transformation. The changes come over him so quickly that the pain and pleasure from each change cancel each other out. He looks down at his scales and a wide smile forms on his snout. Zack is all male at the moment and he knows he should stay that way for now. If he adds the feminine parts he'll probably end up masturbating again.

Glenn is sitting upright. "That was intense. I heard your bones popping and cracking so fast that I thought you were about to explode. Damn you look sexy. I'd jump you if I wasn't so tired."

"Thankss for the compliment. In the morning we can have ssome fun together." Zack climbs into his sleeping bag. "Ssleep well, Glenn."

"Sleep well, dragon Zack." Glenn lies back down.