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"A Beastly Night"

A cold draft shot through the dark halls of the castle as the night let in a frozen breath of air. It banged the shutters, ruffled through the drapes that had long since been turned to tatters, sending them scuffling across the unpolished, barely kept floors leading into the foyer. The wind was strong enough to make the fire in the fireplace dance wildly as a desolate wind howled through it, threatening to blow the light out.

The Beast sat deep in between the arms of his favorite chair, staring into the fire which reflected off his deep blue eyes. The cold didn't affect him, he barely felt it through the thick layer of brown fur that covered his body, but he still felt the urge to curl the cape he wore around himself as he sat there. A clock's tick in the distance alerted his attention, he'd had little to do but stare into the fire and wait for the next day, and then the next. As a prince, he had whatever his heart desired in a moment's notice, but to meet the demands of the Enchantress' curse... he'd begun to lose hope of ever finding someone to love. His loins on the other hand; they had other needs that did not resort to minor details. He hadn't been with anyone in years, and the aches of a beast's passions were far stronger than he'd anticipated. The clock's ticking continued to distract him though, and he let out a long, rolling sigh.

"Cogsworth. Is there a purpose for disturbing me?" He asked, trying to remain calm. To his annoyance, there was no response, but the ticking continued. Beast clutched the arms of his chair, his claws making a rather loud ripping noise as they raked across the fabric. "...Cogsworth..." He said again. Still, the ticking continued. Finally, as though the flash of lightning through the window were a cue, Beast roared and threw himself around. "WHAT IS IT?!" He snarled in the most feral, booming voice he could possibly have imagined.

It was a clock, a normal clock placed on a shelf a few yards behind him, in his lunge Beast had managed to land face-to-face with it and saw only his reflection in its cover over the hands. Thunder followed immediately, then another flash of lightning that illuminated his expression across the clock's front. In irritation, Beast slammed a massive fist down upon the clock, shattering it effortlessly.

"M-Master?" The familiar voice of Lumiere asked from the doorway.

Beast turned toward the candelabra and glared. The icy cold stare caused the candlesticks on Lumiere's hands to dim somewhat. "What?" The beast snorted at him.

"Ju-just coming to check on you, monsieur." He said nervously. "You seem... distracted."

"It is not your place to tell me how I feel, servant." Beast said as he turned back around and headed for his chair again. "Have you found anything?"

"Erm... possibly. As you know, even finding a servant familiar enough with the magics that transformed us has been particularly difficult." He said. "Once we found Madame Chrystal, she was very hesitant to touch the magic she deemed too pure to risk touching."

"So you have nothing." Beast said sternly. "Worthless..." He added under his breath. "What am I going to do? Remain a beast forever? Stay in this castle for an eternity with... with YOU? Mrs. Potts? I had dreams once, dreams ruined by that damned Enchantress!"

Raising his arms in rage, he brought them down on the nearest object, literally causing the armchair he'd been using to fold into a pile of debris. Finishing it off, he slashed into the fibers of its seat and spread it apart like splitting the legs off a goose. Lumiere simply cringed at the raging prince as he hurled half the chair into the fireplace and the other half across the room. Grabbing the wood of the mantle above the fireplace, he roared as he ripped it from the wall. Several bricks fell from the chimney, suddenly spilling black smoke into the room and obscuring everything from sight as several servants came running into the room, and were immediately engulfed in the smoke.

"My word, what's goin' on now?!" Mrs. Potts' familiar voice called out in the midst of a coughing fit.

"Ahh. I'm afraid the master has lost his temper again..." Lumiere sighed.

"Well, that's simply perfect." Cogsworth complained, wiping the soot from his face and spitting out the smoke and debris wandering into his breath. "It is going to take ages to clean this mess. What set him off this time?"

"Madame Chrystal." The candle replied. "Has there been any progress?"

"Why, yes! Yes there has."

Beast coughed himself as he moved through the billowing soot and dusted his fur as he came into view, seemingly calmed down. "She has?" He asked.

"Yes. That's why we were headed up to see you, and then we heard that awful crash."

"Oh... erm..." Beast glanced guiltily over his shoulder at the mess littered through the room, including his favorite chair which had been burned and torn apart.

"We'll fix that up later." She said calmly. "Come now, master. She awaits your audience."

"My audience? I am the prince, she should come to--" A stern look from her made him close his mouth. "Fine." He said grudgingly.

The walk through the castle was illuminated only by Lumiere and the lone strike or two of lightning, accompanied by a crack of thunder. The others had gone on to perform their own nightly duties, but Lumiere and Mrs. Potts had come along while Cogsworth trailed behind, still coughing soot from his gears. They'd reached the door to the cellar and they headed down together. Lumiere hopping into Beast's paw to guide them downward. They'd entered into the sanctum of Madame Chrystal; an old woman from a traveling tribe that had been visiting the castle on the day of the Enchantress' arrival. She'd had nothing to do with it, but was cursed the same as everyone else. She'd taken the place of her own crystal ball, her face shimmering barely distinguishable within the center of the orb.

"Ah, Prince Adam." She said with a smile. "It is an honor to have you visiting my station."

Chrystal's body was worn and cracked from years of rolling around and living with the servants as a guest, but some time ago, a long crack had split her once-crystal face as it encircled her body. The realization of her fragile nature forced her to request a place where she would be safe. Beast's magic mirror, the rose, everything enchanted had been placed at the podium around her and the thought of these valuables being so vulnerable immediately made Beast nervous.

"Madame Chrystal." He said, trying to sound calm and restrained. "I've received word you may have a solution to this problem."

"Problem?" She said facetiously. "I see no problem here. There must be some mistake."

Beast snorted indignantly as Lumiere waved his sticks and made a slicing motion across the thin holder at his neck. Mrs. Potts stepped in. "I beg your pardon, Madame. But I'm afraid the master is not in the mood for sarcasm, please tell him what you've told us."

"Alright, alright. You don't gotta shine my ball." She said, rolling her eyes. "Prince, I believe I may have a solution for you, an incantation that will bring forth what you truly desire; a companion that may even reverse this curse upon us."

"Well let's do it!" Lumiere exclaimed excitedly. "I would love to meet this cherie! She would be my savior, all of our saviors if the master would allow her."

"Silence!" Chrystal's voice echoed through the chamber loudly, stopping the premature celebration between the three objects. "There is a cost however." She said. "In order to produce what you want, your highness, the curse will take on a different shape."

"What do you mean?"

"Part of the curse is that we; your servants and guests, cannot reveal the nature of the curse to any outsider. Once the summon is inacted, we will be forced not to hurry the natural flow. It will turn all of us inanimate."

"What?" Potts gasped. "Even Chip?"

"Everyone." She said. "The prince's guise will remain, and if it is done incorrectly, it could kill the enchanted rose and we would forever be inanimate. If the curse is lifted, or the girl returns through the mirror before sunrise, we will return to life."

"Either as objects or as ourselves..." Cogsworth paused on this. "I would say the chance is worth it to be human again!"

"I agree. Cast your spell, Madame." Beast said. "If she comes, she will meet Prince Adam and not the Beast."

"Light to light, star to star,

Bring forth a being from afar..."

As she chanted, the table under Chrystal began to shimmer green and shake, the mirror responding with shocks of lightning emerging from its glass as wind began to howl through the entire castle, it suddenly grew brighter and brighter.

"Heart's desire ring true, a way to lift the curse anew,

Use the power of this enchantment;

And bring forth an opposing incantment!"

Suddenly there was an explosion of blue energy that penetrated the room like a lightning storm, a massive bubble that threw Beast backwards. He screamed as the blast pinned him against a wall and with another extremely loud crack, the bubble vanished and Beast fell to the floor.

All had fallen silent in the room as Adam opened his eyes, he looked at his massive clawed hand for a moment, barely shadowed against the light of Lumiere's candlestick. He grunted and sighed; it hadn't worked, everything was just the way that it was. "Lumiere... what happened?" He looked up and noticed that the candlestick was no longer moving on its own, Lumiere's expression gone from its brass neck. He got up and saw that Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth were also lifeless and that Madame Chrystal had broken in half, her shards lying next to the mirror which was still glowing.

Adam scooped the shards into his hands and frowned. "Oh, Madame... what have you done? What have I allowed to have done?"

The sound from the mirror began to grow, Adam looked at the object and a great flash of energy shot from its reflective surface, hitting the floor. In surprise, Adam quickly ducked out of the way to see a figure transform on the ground.

It was a man... Adam thought in confusion. Wasn't it? The massive body of something had formed, and it definitely was not female. His body was covered in bright blue fur, he wore a slim coat of white, like that of a doctor, though the sleeves had been torn off, revealing a massive pair of arms. His body was large and his face, almost catlike as he roused from his sleep, making Adam slink slowly into the shadows even further.

This new beast had taken a moment's pause to look around before extracting a pair of spectacles and placing them on his nose. "Oh... oh my!" He spoke as he looked around in confusion. "Where... where am I?" He asked. Turning toward Adam's location, he quickly ducked back. "Wait! Don't hide from me, please. Where am I?"

"You are in my castle." Adam responded, growling. "Why are you in my castle?"

The other beast turned to see the mirror on the table and picked it up, investigating that, he then turned his attention to the glass containing the rose, as he reached for it, Adam quickly bolted out and snatched it away, snarling protectively toward him. The blue one did not even flinch as he stared at Adam's face, and simply pressed the frame of his glasses up with one finger. "It would seem that you are the one who summoned me." He said before extending his hand. "Hank McCoy, at your service."

"At my service?" Adam repeated angrily, placing the rose out of reach. "Y-you've... you've ruined EVERYTHING!" He roared. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Adam swung his massive claw at Hank, who deftly dodged it. Angered even more, he swung another claw, this time as a fist headed straight toward the beast's face. Again, Hank avoided the punch, ducking his head to the side as Adam's knuckle cracked against the stone wall. He reacted in pain and roared again as he swung again, but this time Hank dodged then grabbed Adam's large forearm. Before he could react, Hank ducked down and lifted Adam into the air before throwing him into a nearby shelf, crashing debris around him from the collapsing ceiling above. "As I was saying, you were the one who invited me. Are you a mutant? Who are you?" He asked.

"I am Prince Adam, and this is my home. You are not welcome here!"

Adam charged Hank again, punching angrily, Hank dodged and grabbed both of Adam's arms, pinning them downward as he displayed a rather impressive strength. He grunted. "The pleasure is mine, your highness. Are you a mutant?"

"A mutant?! No, I am the victim of a curse! And you will leave my house NOW!"

He roared and overpowered Hank's grasp. Grabbing his arms, Adam hurled the other beast helplessly upward, causing him to explode through the ceiling leading to the upstairs. Adam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Great." He snorted as he ran toward the stairwell that would take him up. Bursting from the kitchen, Adam saw the exit mark from where he flung the beast, but didn't see him at all. Growling, he quickly dashed from room to room, trying to pick up the scent or at least the sight of the stranger as he ran into the main hall. It was dark, but the lightning filling the room provided enough indirect light and the low lighting from surrounding torches kept him from being completely lost in the dark. He spun around looking, but saw nothing until--

"RAHHHH!"

Adam looked up to see the other beast leaping from a standpoint near the top of the staircase, he likely mis-saw him as a gargoyle instead of a living creature he turned on his heel, but it was too late and Hank landed on him with a tackle so forceful that both of them went crashing into a nearby bookshelf. Hank pressed his body against Adam's and tried to force him against the wall, Adam thrashed and slammed Hank into the wall in a roll, pinning him against the shelves by holding his arms against him. Hank leaned back and kicked Adam back, and then tackled him again. Adam felt Hank grab his leg and wrap his arm around his neck, bending him hard into a pin. He felt twisted and could barely move as he felt Hank's hot breath against his neck. He thumped his head back and rolled, grabbing Hank's white coat before kicking him up again toward the second level. The coat shredded and Adam threw the tattered remains to the side before rushing up the stairs to meet him. Hank had barely gotten to his feet before Adam slammed into him with enough force to send them both crashing back downstairs.

Pinned under Adam's massive size, both beasts growled at each other, each bringing a more feral snarl to the fight, both were covered in scratches and both had been thoroughly knocked around. "You... will... leave my... cas-mmph!"

The scowling between the turn suddenly turned into a lip lock as Hank grabbed Adam's neck and forced their mouths together. Immediately Adam's thoughts began to burn with lust and he returned the gesture, pressing his hips against Hank's body. Hank returned the lustful push and forcibly turned Adam onto his back as he threw himself on top, his claws dragging rather roughly through the brown fur. Adam's heart was pounding, he'd never felt anything like this, but he grabbed Hank's back and both of his claws went down to the slim garment he had on. He grabbed the fabric and ripped at it, hearing the tear fill the room almost sounded like the ripping of his chair earlier. Hank's tongue rolled over Adam's as he used his strength to pin the prince's shoulders to the floor, it didn't help much, but it gave him the leverage to strip Adam's pants off with his dextrous feet. Adam growled and once again forced himself on top of Hank in another slam. Hank obliged by suddenly raising his feet and kicking Adam off of him, knocking him back into a wall as he jumped to his feet. Throwing himself into Adam's body before the prince had a chance to move, Hank successfully pinned the male against the wall, feeling their cocks press together in fevered passion, he couldn't help but notice that both of them were leaking from their erect flesh quite prolifically. He grabbed both of the shafts together and squeezed tight, making Adam grunt as they kissed again.

Their chests pressed together, and each could feel the other's heart racing. Their heights were at a rather impressive distance; Adam being closer to seven feet, while Hank being at just shy of six feet, they didn't allow the difference to change their lustful nature and Hank surprised Adam by pushing him up against the wall even harder now. Adam felt his shoulders slip upwards as Hank's cock bounced dipping under his balls and sliding along the area between his front and rear. Adam panted as he felt Hank's furred pectorals rub against his flesh and gasped as he felt a thick pulse of precum soak itself into his opponent's fur. Undeterred, Hank pressed onward, his cock now pressing under the warmth of Adam's hole. No time for oils this time; Adam thought as he felt Hank's fingers slip under his ring and press inward. Slick as they were, Adam immediately moaned, realizing Hank was using his own fluids to loosen the area. Nothing could have prepared him though for the abrupt feeling of penetration as Hank immediately pressed his tip up into Adam's ass.

Adam roared and almost felt like he was floating. Hank's impressive strength was keeping the momentum going and the beast howled in lust as he began to push himself further into the prince. Hank felt Adam's claws rake against his back and scratch down HARD as he let out a lustful, passionate roar. He was so deep, and so hot, Hank almost came immediately, but instead rested his chest against Adam's abdomen, his head pressed against the prince's pectorals as he felt the punching of the cock sticking him in the stomach time and time again. Their growls were almost synchronous as Hank pushed himself in even further, feeling the pulse of Adam's cock they both moaned and Hank kept the momentum of dropping Adam slightly, then thrusting into a standing position, it was almost unbearable from the start.

"Hhhnnhh... hnnnhhh..." Adam's body was tightening up, pulses of precum were coming out of him faster and faster with enough force that Hank could feel it through his fur. "HHRRAAAHHHH!" Adam suddenly came, his entire body convulsed and cum shot with almost enough force to wind Hank. His cock twinged, feeling the sudden pulses of tightness in Adam's ass and he clenched his jaw.

"Oh my..." He thought. "Here comes.... RAAAAARRR!" The sound itself exploded from his throat as he suddenly exploded into the prince's tight ass. Pulse after pulse continued to fire off until a general flooding began to trickle back down his shaft and onto the floor under them.

Neither of them were ready to quit just yet though; just as Hank's cock dipped with a final spurt from Adam's ass, the other beast touched the floor and then spun Hank around in a sudden, bold move that pinned the blue furred beast against the wall face first. One arm behind him, Hank couldn't move, but he felt Adam's member pressing against his ass, it wasn't spent yet it seemed. With a free claw, Adam spit into his hand and stroked himself before pushing his tip against Hank's prone ass. Hank gulped quietly as he felt the tip stretching his ass and then let out a sharp roar as soon as Adam pushed forward with a lot more force than was needed. His roar was cut off by Adam's mouth, who locked him into a sweaty kiss once more and Hank immediately forgot about the pain of the unprepared penetration.

Adam thrusted in, jutting Hank's ass out for a sound slap of fur-on-fur. Hank's balls swished backward into Adam's and just like that, his own needs aroused him again. Hank felt his shaft thicken again and grow hard as Adam released his other arm. Hank could do little more than grab at the bookshelf for dear life as Adam plowed into him harder and faster. Hank moaned loudly as Adam growled and snarled, ferally ravaging Hank's ass. Suddenly, Adam broke the kiss and with a single arm, yanked Hank away from the wall and threw him to the floor, face up as Adam grabbed Hank's leg and set himself upon him once more, forcing his cock in once more as he rocked Hank back onto his shoulders. He faced up into the feral face and moaned, growling passionately as Adam continually drove himself into him.

"Ahh... fuck... Adam... you're going to ma-make me..."

"Do it!" Adam urged him. "Show me your lust!"

Hank couldn't hold back. Whether it was because of Adam's feral staring, or just the inability to hold back, but suddenly Hank began to explode thick, heavy ropes of cum against his own body. Adam tightened his grip and closed his eyes, snarling he could smell Hank's seed covering him, mixing with his own fluids. He dragged his claw down through the wake of the thick seed and opened his eyes, growling, then suddenly roaring into Hank's face as he came too. The seed from the prince much more filling than Hank's, Hank gasped as he felt his stomach fill with the pulses of Adam's fluids and he cried out passionately, each howling into the empty halls of the castle for a good minute or two before they finally died down.

The pair mated several times after that, usually one taking a turn then the other. Sometimes one would get ambitious and go for two or three rounds before the other took a turn. They'd made it to Adam's bed at some point in the night, and sometime late, they lay together quietly, waiting for the need to rise again.

"That was... needed..." Adam said after some time. "I have needed that for some time."

Hank smirked. "Yes, it was nice."

"It isn't love though." He said, shamefully.

"No. I don't suppose it was. It was more heat of the moment, why would you have pointed that out?"

Adam shook his head slightly. "Forget about it."

"Sometimes lust could be considered a blessing and a curse, I suppose." Hank said. "We all have our primal urges." He paused a moment, and gave Adam's cock a firm squeeze, making the prince grunt and chuckle. "Some of us just show it more than others."

Adam jolted his head up, and realized that the horizon outside the window had begun to glow. "Oh no. Dawn!" He gasped as he put his hand on his head. "You've got to go, I've got to send you back now or this curse I am under will set and I will remain this way forever!"

"Is that such a bad thing? I come from a world of prejudice." Hank said. "Perhaps we can be in "misery" together?"

Adam smiled a bit. It was the first time since the curse that he felt he could smile, he nudged the blue furred beast with his nose. "I have others that count on me. They would be lost to my selfishness..." He trailed off. "...they are already lost because of it."

Looking up at the mirror that had somehow found its way back into his room, Adam leaned over and grabbed the object. Looking it over once he grinned and stroked Hank's cheek. "Perhaps we'll see each other again someday." He said.

"Perhaps." Hank said with a smile as he sat up. "I suppose I'll need to explain to my friends why I'm naked."

"At least you have 'friends'." Adam said solemnly, pausing as Hank put a claw on his shoulder.

"And so do you, your majesty." Hank said with a smile.

"It's Adam." Beast answered back before turning the mirror on Hank.

A brilliant shimmer filled the room all of a sudden, and Hank's expression faded into a glob of light, with flickers of green lightning bolts, the glob became a mist and retreated into the surface of the Beast's mirror. Beast yawned, suddenly very exhausted, and as he sank down into his bed, he fell fast asleep.

"Master? Master! Are you alright?"

Beast opened his eyes and spotted Lumiere hovering over him. The brightness of daylight through the window immediately caused him to growl and throw himself over, shoving Lumiere away from him. "Ahhh get off me!" He exclaimed angrily. "It's too bright out!"

"That's the first time that's happened in a while." Mrs. Potts' voice sounded as it came in, sounding all cheerful as usual. "I wonder what's happened?"

It took a moment before Beast threw himself upright. "Madame Chrystal! She did it! I mean, it didn't work but she... you don't remember what's happened?"

"I... am having trouble... Madame Chrystal?" Lumiere said.

"Yes, the old gypsy who was cursed with us. She lives in the cellar to keep from breaking and---" He gasped. "She was destroyed in the spell!"

"What do you think he's getting on about?" Mrs. Potts asked as Beast leaped from his bed and bolted from the room.

"I... think the better question would be why is he running through the house naked?" Lumiere shrugged.

They followed Beast down the stairs, through the kitchen, into the pantry and down the stairs into the cellar, but while everything down there remained intact, Madame Chrystal's cart, the pillow she rested on to keep from breaking, even her remains were nowhere to be seen.

"Uhm... master? Are you alright?"

"I..." Beast's voice trailed off again. "I am not sure..." He said.

"Well come on, you seem to be in a better mood than you usually are, I think a nice cuppa tea will make you right as rain." Mrs. Potts said cheerfully. "Come on upstairs master, and we'll..."

"I'm sorry." Beast said after a moment, turning toward them. "For calling you 'servants' all the time."

"Well, we are your servants." Cogsworth pointed out. "I mean that much is certain."

"Yes, but you're more than that. You are all my companions, sometimes my anger... clouds the fact that we are in this together."

The others looked at one another then back to him. "Are you alright, master?" Lumiere asked.

"I don't know." He said. "For a fleeting moment, perhaps I found a kindred spirit." He said as he wandered off leaving the three of them behind.

"Give it a month before he's back to his old gripy self again." Lumiere said, nudging Cogsworth.

"A month?" He scoffed. "I give it a week!"

"Now hush up, you two. This is a good sign, perhaps a step toward ending this curse?"

Shrugging and following the others, Lumiere laughed. "I suppose we'll never know."

Cogsworth stopped and spotted something on the ground, picking them up, he placed them near his face. "Huh. Does anyone know whose spectacles these are?"

THE END