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Tyler wiped his eyelid; having the camera's viewfinder up to his face on a regular basis seemed to be making it irritated. "Great," he thought, feet squelching as he followed Brandon's less-encumbered steps up the hill, "one more thing to add to the Why Did You Agree To This Shit Idea pile." Thankfully, even Brandon's mood had soured, so there'd probably be less recording needed for a while. At least until Brandon found some good spot for him to "discover" more "evidence" of Bigfoot.

"Brandon can go fuck the Blair Witch right in her twiggy cunt," Tyler muttered, possibly a little too loudly. As much as he enjoyed the movie - well, getting to feel up Tammy in the back of the theatre while it played - Brandon had been obsessed with making his own cheap, gritty horror blockbuster. "Probably because he's a narcissistic, greedy little fucker."

"What was that?" Brandon asked, turning his head, usually Dawson-esque hair plastered around his face, like someone had dumped a bucket of water over his head. Not showering for a couple of days had meant the pretty-boy façade had been slipping more often.

"Nothing," Tyler lied. The last thing he wanted was to get into a fight with possibly the only guy with wheels around. Especially if it meant waiting any longer until he could unload the pack-mule levels of gear he'd been lugging around each day they went out filming.

Brandon squinted, "No, I heard you, just if you're going to bitch like a little girl, at least fucking record it, okay?"

Tyler squinted back, tempted to say something back, but settled on grunting and relenting. "Fine, let's just get moving. I swear, if one of these shit bags smacks up against me one more time..." Imagining shoving one of the bags of manure into Brandon's mouth, he kept his own shut. There wasn't much point in pushing Brandon now that he was that pissy. The longer they delayed, the longer the day would be, and the longer it would take until the scene where they find "Bigfoot shit".

At the top of the hill, Brandon announced, "Stay here, I'm going to check around here for a bit to see if there's any good places to film."

"Fine by me," Tyler replied, body sagging as the gear slid off him once his muscles had been allowed to turn to jelly. Once Brandon was out of eyesight, he sagged down onto the ground, looking up at the sky and watching the grey clouds rolling over. Trying to forget about the bugs he should probably not be allowing to crawl over him, he felt the burning ache of his sore muscles start to throb away. "At least I'll have lost some wait for when classes start again," he thought; these constant, nearly day-long hikes for the last week had taken a heavy toll on his exhausted body.

Forcing his eyes to stay open, Tyler let his mind wander. The first time outside - really outside - was so weird. It was way too quiet out here, at least when Brandon wasn't snapping at him, especially at night. It was dark, too; getting up out of the car to piss at night always made things spooky. If he didn't know it was all bullshit, he'd quite believe that witches and Bigfeet and all that crap could happen out here, away from everyone else. When they'd started, Tyler had thought to mention filming some stuff at night to Brandon, but as time dragged on, he just wanted to get home.

"Holy shit, dude, I found the mother lode," Brandon intruded, short of breath as his voice burst into the sound of trees and birds. While Tyler moaned, not wanting to move, Brandon cajoled him back onto his feet.

Tyler mumbled, "Dude, this better be fucking good if-" and then just stopped, too tired to argue. With Brandon basically pulling him along, Tyler lumbered along, grasping at his backpack. It didn't take them too long to walk; Brandon stopped him, turning to grin and pointed across where the land's contours dipped into the hill. Not too far off, if Tyler's tired eyes were seeing right, was a clearing out of which thrust out the roof of a large wooden cabin.

"It's not on the map," Brandon bragged, anticipating Tyler's next question. "There's not supposed to be a place for miles."

"When could you read a map," Tyler pointed out, but he wasn't going to argue with the evidence in front of his own eyes. Besides, it might mean somewhere reasonably comfortable to rest for a bit in between filming.

Getting closer, it quickly became clear why it wasn't on the map; the cabin's boards sagging and rotten, windows broken with the wind wheezing through the shards that still clung to the frame. A substantial hole sat in the roof, toothy boards broken around the rim.

Dropping the equipment not too far from the door, Tyler joined Brandon in snooping around. Most of the inside had been worn away by nature and time, but there were a few things you could sense about the place: the fireplace was still more or less intact, being made out of sturdier stone, even if it was covered in moss and filled in with dead leaves. Nearly broken, but still identifiable, was one of the few pieces of furniture that hadn't basically been smashed to bits of wood; that was what had been a gun rack. "Must have been a hunting lodge," he thought, allowing himself a small smile. "Well, I guess we're hunters too, kinda."

Tyler glanced about, intrigued by the stuff passers-by had seemed to leave. Bits and pieces from every era, seeming to stretch back even older than fifty years, was just sitting around, ageing and rotting away. Magazines from the fifties through to the eighties were scattered around like playing cards, most unreadable but some obviously pornographic. Vinyl records, some of the labels still recognisable, must have melted during one hot summer during the last twenty or so years. Hikers' discarded backpacks peppered the corners, gnawed at or ripped open, contents spilling out like fabric innards. Everything smelled strongly of something Tyler couldn't quite place: it was definitely not rot or mould, but something very concentrated and oddly familiar.

An uncomfortable feeling started squeezing Tyler's innards, mind imagining the large teeth and claws that would have been required to make a lot of the marks on the broken furniture pieces and the ruined articles. "Dude, we should get out of here," he suggested, "I think maybe bears or something live nearby."

"Don't be such a baby!" Brandon replied, pointing at and digging through one of the torn bags. "Bears don't live in this part of the woods. Plus, this'd be a great spot to film! Fuck Bigfoot, we've got an actual mystery on our hands! Why hasn't this place been discovered in fucking years, and what happened to all these people? Oh, no wait! This stuff is from his old victims!"

Tyler tried to keep from rolling his eyes too heavily. He was getting tired of Brandon, tired of this movie and tired of hiking around in the woods. "Is there a bathroom?" Tyler asked, hoping the answer was no, which it was: it wasn't too surprising, outhouses would have been a thing for places like this. "Well, I need to use it, so I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see ya," Brandon replied, somewhat distracted by whatever he'd found in some girl's diary he'd taken from one of the backpacks.

Glad to be getting away from the shack, the equipment and Brandon, Tyler let his last burst of energy carry him around to the other side of the cabin. His legs throbbed and ached, and sweat soaked into the T-shirt he was wearing. Looking down, he was glad he'd worn this one; he didn't really like the band that much any more.

Dropping his pants, Tyler grunted as he squatted down. Ever since he'd gone inside the building, a strong, discomforting feeling had been building in his stomach. Not wanting to risk messing up the only pair of pants he had with him - hairy legs for the Bigfoot costume excluded - meant he'd sit here for a while, even though he didn't really have to go, just in case. The hair on his legs prickled up as the sweat began to sizzle off of him, squatting down in the woods.

The air was pleasantly cool as it meandered past Tyler's exposed genitals, which sagged down between his stretched legs. His fuzzy sack swung like a heavy pendulum as he reached forward to steady himself. He grunted, the weird contractions in his stomach seeming to ripple through other muscles in his body. Fanning his wet shirt against him, he felt his skin begin to prickle. "Fuck, I hope I'm not getting sick," he thought anxiously, wincing as another spasm passed over him.

"Argh!" Tyler grunted, hands gripping into the ground. Now his feet were starting to get sore, slipping around in the boots that started to feel uncomfortably pinching and tight. He slid his hand back, just for a moment, as though he'd be able to pull his footwear off from this uncomfortable angle.

Tyler laughed through the pain. The idea of wearing the stupid hairy legs of the costume back into town popped into his head once he'd started to worry about messing his pants. Admittedly, it was a pretty good costume. Considering it was the only major bit of cash Brandon had spent on the movie, Tyler certainly had hoped that was the case.

Since Brandon was the pretty-boy, it'd fallen on Tyler to play the part of Bigfoot. Even though he was neither particularly tall nor had big feet. "Hargh," he chuckled, the noise turning into a groan, "I guess I'm the real star of the movie."

The idea wormed its way through his brain, eager to latch onto any distractions. Tyler wondered how much action he could get by starring in the movie. Especially one as big as Blair Witch was.

His cock rose up, becoming thick and erect, Tyler gently thrusting forward. This trip had been the longest time he'd spent not jacking off ever since puberty had reared its ugly head, and his still pretty youthful body's hormones seemed to be accentuated by his body being in this almost wild position.

Reaching down, Tyler cupped his balls. He could almost feel the hot musk pouring off of them. The same warm, thick scent seemed to be oozing out of his armpits, he thought after a quick sniff. "Whoa!" he thought, gritting his tingling jaws together tightly, teeth pressing up against them as he tried to rein back in the beast that seemed eager to be let loose.

Surprisingly turned on, Tyler's mind immediately thought of relief. Tyler glanced around. Nobody would probably be around to catch him, except for Brandon who was too busy with his discovery to care about what he was doing. "Oh, fuck!" he thought, a spasm rippling over his body, fingers wandering away from his cock to his hole, slipping one inside as it stretched open.

"What am I even doing?" Tyler had never fingered his ass before, but something felt so good about having something sliding in and out. The pain and weirdly-rapid onset of hormones was making it hard to keep rational; Tyler tried to reflect on times he'd felt this aroused before, and came up empty. Even the few times he'd had sex hadn't felt like this. He wasn't even jerking himself off, he was just sitting there gently sliding a finger up his ass. It just felt good, and he needed something to distract himself: the pain seemed to be increasing, almost as if he was being squeezed by some vice-like grip of an invisible hand.

That feeling meant that, when his nostrils started picking up a much more potent source of the smell he'd detected all around the lodge, Tyler didn't do anything but push his finger deeper into his ass. Something in there felt surprisingly good to touch; mashing his finger through the slippery lining of his innards made his aroused grunts push out a little bit higher, more relaxed.

Snap!

Tyler's head shot around, looking towards the source of the sound. The hairy, ape-like figure was immensely tall, even though it was hunched over looking at him. Dark eyes stared back at him as he froze up, shocked by his discovery that Bigfoot was, in fact, real.

And watching him fingering his ass.

The creature didn't seem to mind; if anything the thick pink flesh poking out from the middle of his hairy crotch showed he was at least a little intrigued by the show.

When he did manage to speak, the first thing Tyler thought of was a smart-ass remark. "Guess what they say about guys with big feet is true," he observed, eyes drawn into the Bigfoot's crotch by the odd contrast between the black fur dangling off of the creature's frame, and the smooth pink flesh of the cock bobbing and bulging into an erection.

The creature responded with a broad, toothy grin of his own, showing off the large, thick omnivorous teeth filling his huge mouth. Hunching over, it let his cock bob around, thick balls almost dragging against the leaf-litter as it crawled around Tyler, tentatively drawing nearer.

A bony crack echoed through Tyler's head, hot breath suddenly blasting out of his nose. It was almost as if the world, as told through smell, had punched him in the face. The trees had their own smell. As did the tracks along the ground of where animals had scurried through here. He could even smell himself, suddenly magnified. Most of all, he smelled the Bigfoot.

The closest Tyler could associate the scent was the changing rooms at school, after the football team had just come in from practice, but before they had showered. Except that, unlike the imaginary football team, this creature had never bathed, at least not with soap. Underneath that heavy masculine scent, there was a distinct intense undercurrent; even though he'd never smelled it before, Tyler's mind easily landed on what it meant.

"He's as pent up as I am," Tyler realised. "Probably more."

He wasn't sure why he was focusing so much on that, but that's what his nose was shouting at him. His eyes seemed to pick up more clues that this was true: the thick layer of fresh ooze covering the tip of the shaft in a glistening, transparent fluid shell, the subtle way its stance changed once it seemed to notice what he was thinking of. The Bigfoot had been on the lookout for a mate, probably, and seemed to think Tyler was that.

As though it were showing off to him, the Bigfoot seemed to rise up, grasping at its junk and ambling up closer. Tyler felt his jaw slacken, a deep, throbbing pain making it uncomfortable to keep his mouth closed. His tongue gently pressed against the back of his teeth, which unnervingly slid out of the way as his tongue pushed up against them.

With the feeling of goose-pimples seemingly causing his body hair to start standing on end, as if a static-energy-charged balloon was rubbing over him, Tyler felt his shirt crawl up his back, the fabric seemingly caught on his shoulders. His shoulder muscles throbbed, his fingers digging into the dirt. He was still tired from the hike, and wearied from the pain still pulsing through his body, so even if he did try to run away, he didn't think he could get far. As if to reinforce his idea, his toes curled around; suddenly his boots felt at least two sizes too small.

The Bigfoot's simian nostril fluttered about, pushing Tyler over onto his back easily, thick handfuls of forest litter and dirt coming away as he sprawled on his back. Beaming down with its big, yellow-toothed grin, it fell on top of him, its massive strength pinning him to the ground. Underneath, stones and sticks jabbed into his back; it was uncomfortable, but it did relieve some of the maddening need to scratch at his body.

The beast's face pressed under his armpit, huffing in deeply; Tyler glanced over, looking as a large tongue lolled over the Bigfoot's teeth. "Maybe he's just trying to figure out who I am," Tyler thought, "like a dog?" The creature hadn't spoken, and Tyler had assumed it couldn't.

As his panic seemed to lessen, time lessening the idea that the creature was going to maul him to death, Tyler realised both he and the Bigfoot were still sporting erections; it became very apparent when the Bigfoot turned around, poking its hairy butt into his face, ape-like nose pressing deeply into his crotch.

"Hey buddy, while you're down there..." suddenly popped into Tyler's head. He didn't think of men - and definitely not Bigfeet - that way; he'd always been immensely happy with what the opposite sex had to offer. With the creature's hot, dripping cock rubbing up against his chest, horny musk blasting into his face from the creature's scent glands, Tyler felt his mind start to struggle on focus on anything other than that.

Breathing heavily, Tyler's tongue suddenly extended, almost too big for his aching jaw to contain. The weight pinning him down was too exciting. His dirty fingers ran through the thick, gnarly body hair of the creature pinning him down. "Ugh!" he grunted, a throb of excitement coursing over his cock.

The Bigfoot turned, looking at Tyler, who returned the look: they both were ready. Pushing himself up onto his appropriately massive feet, the Bigfoot left huge lines of dirt running on either side of Tyler as it shifted its cock over his gaping mouth. Tyler, rewarded with a mouthful of musky Bigfoot cock, groaned as the creature's pent-up fluids oozed into his mouth, sticking to him like heavy glue. Powerful hands grabbed at Tyler's shaft, harshly stroking it.

With something occupying his thoughts, ignoring the pain was much easier for Tyler. The Bigfoot's juices seemed to have an analgesic effect, running over the teeth that seemed broader and thicker; Tyler's sore jaw had to stretch even further to make sure he didn't bite off the hot penis thrusting into his mouth.

Heat washed over Tyler's face, sweat prickling the dark hairs bristling over him as they thickened and lengthened, more of his skin slowly vanishing under his own thick pelt. Between that, and the unbelievably warm Bigfoot body hovering over him, there was nowhere a cool breeze could bring relief. The heat, and the sex, started to break down the remainder of his resolve. His face started meeting the thrusts, his thickening hands roaming over the creature's body. Below the pelt, the creature was a mass of muscle; a hardy body for a hardy life, one that was filtering into his own thoughts as though by osmosis.

Grinding his cock against the thrusts, Tyler started grunting with annoyance: the stroking felt good, and it was definitely getting the job done as his fluids sizzled through his groin, but what Tyler really wanted was something wet and welcoming squeezing and squelching as his shaft thrust into it.

"Tyler? You out here?" a voice called.

Both Tyler and the Bigfoot froze, ears straining to locate the sound. The cock slipped out of Tyler's mouth, landing with a splat over his changing features, his own being released from the grip as the Bigfoot crawled over him. Following suit, Tyler grunted.

The voice continued, "Watch out, I think there's some poison ivy or something nearby. I've been itching like a bitch for ages now. I got the camera set up, so as soon as you're done taking a dump, we can get -"

Brandon rounded the corner, scratching at a body that looked a little too big and hairy for the clothes still sticking to it.

Since he and the Bigfoot were interrupted, Tyler's body was still throbbing with need. He felt his cock twitch as Brandon's face melted into shock at the sight of two hairy, tall beasts staring with erections in his direction.

Tyler's boots decided at that moment to give way, bursting into strips of leather as two massive, hairy feet exploded into view.

"Holy shit!" Brandon swore.

Tyler didn't pay him any attention. All he could tell was the smell: the delicious smell of something living and weaker than he was, something warm that would be nice to shove his raging cock inside.

When Brandon turned to run, Tyler loped on after him, the older Bigfoot hot on his heels. Pants stained by excited emissions tried to trip him up, but a quick stretch of his leg tore the seat through, freeing himself for the hunt. Suddenly invigorated, Tyler made up the distance much faster than he thought. Brandon seemed so small and weak, and didn't smell quite right, but he was close and warm enough that he'd do for what Tyler wanted.

Springing into the air, Tyler tackled Brandon, the two rolling down, knocking over stuff. Tyler glanced at it briefly; there was something familiar about it, but his straining cock and needy balls kept him focus on his goal.

Beneath the mass of still-growing hair and muscle, Brandon looked close to panic; suddenly, he seemed to notice the straining tatters of the shirt trapped around Tyler's expanding chest, and wondered, "Tyler?"

Tyler responded by shoving his cock into Brandon's shocked mouth.

From between his legs, Tyler felt Brandon's heart race in panic, smelling the slowly growing arousal in the squirming form beneath him. Tearing off the remnants of his shirt, the nearly-naked Tyler grunted, grinning at the Bigfoot, who grinned back. Now they both understood.

"Ugh, ugh!" Tyler beckoned, welcoming him over.

Tyler's fellow Bigfoot didn't take much convincing, diving into a roll in front of him. Squeezing Brandon's body, Tyler pulled forward, grunting as he landed on top of the Bigfoot's hairy legs, grasping hungrily for the thick cock stabbing into the air. His own seemed to push out even more, matching the one vanishing into his warm, ready mouth.

The Bigfoot's cock fit easier now that Tyler's mouth had pushed out more, and now the pain had started subsiding he was able to really get into it. His body undulated on the ground, sliding down the cock slamming into his mouth one moment, before thrusting his own into the waiting, gradually more eager hole the next. Loud, heavy breaths blasted out of his nose, the skin tingling on his nose showing tears as new layers of Bigfoot skin expanded to replace it.

Big hands ran through his thickening hair, Tyler's locks hanging down his face. The Bigfoot purred encouraging grunts at him. If Tyler's mind hadn't already started changing, he would have realised his earlier wondering about the creature understanding English was about to be answered.

A thick blast of Bigfoot cum pouring down the back of his throat helped to sear away even more of Tyler's memories of his past. The juices dribbled down his wide, black lips, which pursed to eke out more from the organ. Thrusts slowly weakened as the cock gradually pumped out more of its immediate hardness.

When it finally fell from Tyler's lips, along with a thick trail of saliva and sexual fluids, it was still thick and plump; the creature seemed sated at least, pulling himself up to sniff at the newest edition. Rolling over, Tyler glanced down at the patches of long, dark hairs slowly sprouting out of the head which followed his crotch as he lay back, finally free to enjoy his own pleasuring.

Looking over Brandon's hunched form, his smallness slowly disappearing like it had for Tyler - though he couldn't remember that now - he watched as his curious elder forced a finger in the hole between the broadening, hairy cheeks gently bouncing in the air. The youngest Bigfoot pleasuring him seized up, coming close to biting his cock. Angrily, Tyler's swung his hand lightlty down on his head, growling a stern warning and flashing his new scary, thick teeth, just in case his eyes should be open.

The elder, curious about this reaction, pushed his finger in again; the reaction wasn't as extreme, but Tyler felt the moan of the youngest Bigfoot rumbling on his cock. His own ass puckered, a pleasurable memory flashing through his head. Tyler's changed mind didn't spend long pondering it, especially not with his cock straining to hold back the quickly-filling ducts ready to blast his seed.

With the sensations threatening to overcome him, Tyler's large hands gripped into the dirt, lifting up in fists to pound down repeatedly, hooting loudly. The noise seemed to scare off a flock of birds, which disappeared and were quickly ignored. His hip thrusts became frantic and mindless. Thick, hard-working torso muscles clenched and relaxed almost in the same second, sending bulges of hair flickering briefly over his torso.

He felt it pour up and out of him, his wide, bulging cock head stretching further still, opening up to blast out his seed. Face tingling, he howled in excitement and relief as he felt the dam burst, cum flooding out of him in thick, creamy strands disappearing into the younger's hot mouth. A thick tongue played almost painfully over the top of his shaft as the primal need to release slowly lessened, his drives sated for the moment.

The elder seemed to be charging up though, his discovery of fingering their younger mate's butthole seeming to intrigue him. The younger mate still smelled needy, his cock straining with excitement, leaking as his butt was pierced by their grinning elder. Digging his long toes into the dirt, Tyler turned over, raising his rump into the air.

While the creatures continued their orgy, the red light on the camera flickered, the slight electronic whirr it making starting to choke as the battery began to drain.