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Colour started to drain from the world, as the setting sun washed everything with a generous spray of golden light. It turned the crinkled, brown leaves into glowing embers of a vast campfire, one that would still be hot for an hour or so. The real, if more modest, campfire, sparked and popped merrily away, snacking on pieces of recently-collected firewood; more sat on standby nearby. Three much larger slices of log had been dragged into a half-circle around it, looking out over the lake. Between those logs and the fire, the ground had been swept clear, to keep the fiery glow in the trees as just a metaphor. A gentle wind rustled through the trees, snapping off some of the autumn leaves from the trees, sending them swirling, and briefly chilling the quartet of campers.

Not far away, tents had been pitched, filled with lazily-unrolled sleeping bags, pillows and other personal items that had been unpacked from backpacks. That had been completed earlier in the afternoon. Now they had settled in: the cooler had been open for a while, cans and bottles flowing freely out of it. Smoke curled out of the fire, bathing the smores with soot as the chocolate and marshmallow melted and the biscuit base blackened. More snacks - bags of popcorn and chips - nestled by the cooler.

Even the weather seemed perfect, and would remain so if the forecast was accurate. It would be cool, but there was still enough warmth this early in autumn to keep the worst chill at bay until the night had grown long. The promised clear sky meant that no matter how big or bright tonight's full moon turned out to be, anyone looking up could take in all of the starry splendour that the heavens had to behold.

Only one thing was missing to make the night perfect. What that was, however, wasn't agreed on.

Charlie's black eyebrows flattened into stern lines above his eyeglasses. He leaned forwards, the fire shining off of his black, freshly-bald head, trying to hide his annoyance using the light bouncing of his lenses.I should have left shaving my hair off for next week. Or at least I should have brought a hat._Liam was explaining his idea for a game, while lazing on the ground, showing off his lean, slightly tanned, and fairy hairy chest. Charlie's brown eyes lingered between the flaps of Liam's open flannel shirt._Fuck you, for being so damned hot. Hot, handsome,_and_charismatic. Liam had stopped talking, eyes shifting between the three men he'd invited out, his icy blue eyes sparkling in the flames of their campfire.

"It sounds," Charlie protested, scratching at the bristly stubble on his chin, "like Hide and Seek. Hide and Seek_at night_. Hide and Seek at night_in a strange outside place._"

"It's more of a treasure hunt." Liam smirked, his words swirling around in the campfire smoke as the wind shifted. "Plus, you're not looking for something small: I left signs out once you find the places, and they're hard to miss. Old farm buildings, big trees - ones that have been here well before my family switched to forestry, hunting, and wildlife preservation. It's so easy, even_you_can manage it."

"It still sounds fucking lame, dude," Charlie grumbled, not confident that Liam would be dissuaded.Even straight guys pick up on his magnetism. Even the week's worth of scruff Liam had accumulated seemed to make him hotter.I wish I knew if he was gay or bi or whatever._Joining him on a cold winter night out camping had been, he hoped, his way to find out one way or the other. Charlie hadn't realised there'd be other guys here though._Not that that_necessarily means anything, of course._

One of the others finally pitched in their opinion. "Yeah, Liam, I thought we came out here to have_fun_: get drunk, high, whatever..." After speaking, Miles shifted; the log underneath his massive jeans-clad legs creaked, almost relieved, as he stood up, heading to the cooler for another drink. Charlie had only met Miles earlier that day, Liam introducing him as one of the lumberjacks that worked for his father. Seeing him just once left a life-long impression.Dude's a fucking mountain! Not my type, but I've got plenty of friends who'd be drooling at the chance to ride his cock. Grabbing two beer cans, Miles made them disappear into his meaty, sun-browned hands. "Couldn't we just shoot the shit or something?" Miles popped the tab open on one can, his heavily-muscled arm raising it to his mouth the other arm stretched out towards Scott before sitting back next to him on the log.

Seeing Scott sitting next to Miles conjured up awkward memories for Charlie of masturbating to muscular tops fucking slender bottoms that they looked like they could bench press. Scott was a skinny white guy, cute but not great looking, who was all arms and legs and had a skater vibe about him. Charlie had seen him around campus a couple of times, but didn't know him to talk to him.Although I think I've seen him somewhere else. That's going to bother me all night. Should I ask? Maybe he's a YouTuber or Twitch streamer or something. Skateboard tricks, maybe, or parkour?

"We barely even know each other," Charlie pointed out, leaning forwards more, waiting for the cold to do its trick and make his swelling cock die down a bit. "First time we've all talked together was on the ride up here. Maybe if we paired up..."

Liam laughed. "That'll happen later. Don't worry, I've got it all planned out." Leaning over, he looked up at Scott over the can of beer. "Scott, you got any complaints?"

Scott grew bright red. "No."Doesn't talk much, does he? Bet he's got a crush on Liam too. Charlie's gaydar had kicked in when he'd been introduced to Scott, but Charlie wasn't into shy guys either.Maybe Miles too; they were_both sitting on the same log, even though that leaves one spare._

"Right, well _I'm_doing it, even if you guys aren't." Liam declared, grunting and rolling onto his booted feet. Slapping a pile of large cards, about the size of half of a piece of paper, down on the ground, he took the top one and placed the rest under a nearby rock. "If you change your mind, there's flashlights in the truck. Otherwise, have fun being giant pussies. Catch y'all later!" The other three all watched as Liam sauntered over to his jacket, whistling out swirls of mist as he slipped it on. Still whistling, he disappeared into the growing darkness.

"Aren't you going to take a flashlight?" Charlie called out after him.

"Might not need it," Miles pointed out. "He'll know the way, and'll probably get there before it gets too dark. Probably his dad's hunting cabin or something."

"He's got one?" Charlie asked, frowning again.Then why is he making us camp out in tents?

"Think so." Miles's hand crushed the can into a flat metal disk, which he threw out like a frisbee into the darkness. "The hunters have to stay somewhere when they come out for the weekend, and I don't think it's at their house."

Scott interrupted the conversation: after shuffling in his seat for a while, he stood up and walked over to the pile of cards.

"You're playing?" Charlie asked. "I don't think it's a good idea."

Scott shrugged. "Liam put a lot of thought into it, it's rude not to." After taking one of the cards, he went to grab a flashlight as well. "See you later. I hope."

"You fucking nerds," Miles grunted, standing up again.You too?_Charlie felt relieved when Miles didn't go over and take a card too, instead getting another drink. However, guilt was starting to gnaw away at his good sense._He's right; there's cards and flashlights, so this isn't some spur-of-the-moment thing Liam came up with. He didn't seem angry or upset, but then I don't really know him well. Another inner voice popped up._Besides, what if doing this dumb shit is something he likes?_Slowly, Charlie got up to his feet. Seeing him, Miles reached down and plucked another can out of the cooler. "Want one?"

"Nah, better not get too wasted before wandering around the woods like an idiot," Charlie said, with a sigh. "Does he do this often?"

"Think so? Haven't been to one myself before; but Liam's alright, and I won't say no to free drinks." Miles laughed. "Don't think I'll be joining you, though."

"Fair enough. If we're not back in an hour, go get help I guess." Charlie turned the card he'd grabbed in his hands.Great, leave all of our lives in the hands of a drunk. Liam better be fucking amazing in bed._There was a map on one side of the local area. _Guess his dad uses these for his hunting parties?_On the other, there was a crude drawing in what looked and smelled like permanent marker._Looks like some farm thing: big pens, tall fences, and some kind of building with a long ramp coming out of it. Walking over to get a flashlight, Charlie thought about where this place might be.Go straight there. Come right back.

Charlie didn't leave immediately; he stayed, using the campfire to look at the map.Ramp's probably for loading something into it: maybe sheep or cattle or something. There'll be a road or a track to it, if it's not too old. It'll need a fair bit of flattish land for it too._Studying the map for a while, Charlie noticed that there were quite a few places like that on the property._If it's a farm building, then it might not be one of these marked places.It'll probably be nearby though, and..._Charlie smiled; he hadn't been able to see any colours well, but he finally realised that a particular line wasn't smudged._There's a lake or pond nearby! That's going to narrow things down.

Feeling like he had a good idea of where he was going, Charlie set out. Getting a bearing on the directions was easy enough: the sun was still setting, and the lake was an unusual shape. It also helped that the moon seemed particularly bright tonight; Charlie was shocked at how bright things could be out at night.

That's what he continued to think before he entered the woods, where the trees quickly closed off a lot of the sky and things Charlie could use for figuring out directions.Should I head back?_Wandering around in the darkness seemed like a really dumb thing to do, especially if he lost or - God forbid - broke his glasses. Turning around, he could see that he still had a good line of sight to the campsite._I'll go just as far as I can keep my eyes on that; if I can't find it in there, then I'll turn back.

Although it didn't actually take that long to find the place, being alone with his thoughts stretched out Charlie's perception of time.Finally! He had cheated a little, losing sight of the campsite only for a couple of moments, but he'd managed to find another marker to follow: a bright, reflective piece of tape that was actually stuck onto the fence. More tape had been stuck down forming an arrow inviting him to climb up the ramp and into the passageways.

Charlie looked around at it for a while: the bottom of the fences were wooden, while the upper half of the long posts were covered in mesh fences. Scanning around with his torch, Charlie rested one arm on a long metal pole as he stared down the winding path animals would have to follow to get inside. Although the wood wasn't rotting, the floor was overgrown with weeds.Doubt there's a light inside, but you never know. Anyway, the sooner I get inside, the faster I'm out of this bloody wind!

Pulling himself up using one arm, Charlie half-crawled under it to get inside. Following the track around, the passage widened out. The stench of old, dried animal shit bloomed up in the air as his boots traced along the ground. Short gates with handles on top, which Charlie presumed were used to direct animals down one passage or another, were on one side; another gate - this one with a latching mechanism - blended into one of the sides, while two much larger ones branched off into sheltered pens.

What's that? Charlie's torch had caught something shiny, and he scanned about, looking for it again.Aha! He was being guided down the other direction he'd come in, the path hidden behind the swinging gate. Pushing it aside, he crouched down, climbing through.What's that? Is this a box?

Although that's what he thought at first, seeing the wood enclosing on five sides, Charlie quickly realised he was wrong. There was a fairly large oval opening down the far end, framed by two metal seams that split the wood in half. Also, the shape was strange: the slides sloped in from the top slightly.

Something banged on the end of the box. Another light - a flashlight this time - waved in front of the box. With eyes accustomed to darkness, Charlie winced as he heard a familiar voice come in through the opening at the other end. "About time you got here! Hurry up! I'm freezing my balls off here!"

"Liam?!" Charlie asked, although it quickly became apparent that it was. He recognised the sides of the jacket, and the flannel shirt; he especially remembered the hairy chest, lean but not toned, that was illuminated when the torch shifted out of the hole.I thought he was less hairy than that. Maybe it's just a trick of the light."What are you doing here?"

Liam laughed. "Waiting for you, dummy. Pop your head through. I've got a big surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"I _did_say I was freezing my balls off, didn't I?" Liam laughed again, but there was a raunchy deepness to it that persuaded Charlie to scramble through, relying on Liam's torch to avoid smacking his head badly on any hard wood or metal bits. Sliding his head through the hole, he started back as the metal frame started to squeeze in. "Hey, don't freak out! You'll hurt yourself!"

Charlie had to take in a lot of things, all at once. First, that his neck and head were at no risk of getting crushed; whatever animals this mechanism was used to confine was big. Second, that Liam was not wearing pants: his stiff, large cock was pointing up at Charlie's face, erect and throbbing in the hand that Liam had freed resting his flashlight on the top of the wooden frame. Third, that his initial impression that Liam was hairier was correct; that and quite a bit more besides.

Liam's hairiness wasn't just reserved for his chest, but his arms looked a lot hairier, even more than his chest, and his face was downright furry. Despite it being covered in dark hairs, Charlie could see other things had happened to the ruggedly handsome face: his nose had flattened and stretched outwards, his lips had darkened and his increasingly prominent jaw was open to show off the large, curving teeth and long tongue. Pointed tips had stretched out from his ears, which were starting to migrate upwards as his skull started reshaping even more. Shadows shifted around Liam's rear.Does he have a tail?!

"Come on," Liam replied, thrusting gently enough in Charlie's direction to cause some pre-cum to splash down into the dirt around his feet. "I've seen you looking at me, and I know you're out of the closet." Tilting his head up, Charlie thought he was going to howl out of his short muzzle; instead, he just sniffed the air, and tilted his canine head back down, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. "Don't you want a taste?"

"What the hell is happening to you?"_Charlie screamed. "_You're turning into a dog!"

"Shh! The others'll here." Liam's blue eyes glinted mischievously. "Unless you_want_an audience. Also, I'm turning into a wolf, but that's an easy mistake. Here, let me get that for you. Don't want you breaking these." Carefully, he reached up and tugged Charlie's glasses off. Slowly walking away, he showed off his tail - short, but visibly growing - as he hunted for a place to put them.

"Please Liam! Let me out!" Charlie squirmed as he pled: his clothes were feeling tighter, and he felt a dull itchy-like tingling all over his body. Both concerned him.What if it's not just him_that's changing into an animal?Moving to pull his head back through the hole, he found himself stopped, a metallic tremor rippling down his head. He quickly realised that it wasn't the device that was trapping him, not on its own. Two thick protrusions had sprouted out of his head, growing upwards and branching out. Raising his eyes, he could just see some of the tips._I'm growing fucking antlers!

"Calm down," Liam replied, running his hand over Charlie's head. Charlie could feel short, bristly hair shifting with each stroke. "You'll hurt yourself or something. Now, just think for a second, okay? Do you see me turn up to classes sporting a tail and antlers? No, you don't, and I come to these places a lot." He grinned, crouching down. "Used to go to all these hot-spots when I was a teenager, just let the curse take hold. You don't know how many times I've jerked off here..." Liam had started panting; he shook his head. "Anyway, the curse only lasts for a few hours, then you turn back." Gently holding Charlie's head, Liam tilted it back and forth. "Real glad you got this place. You're going to make a real hot stag. At least ten - no, twelve - points now, and still growing. You're going to be a real_stud!_"

A curse? A stag? Charlie squirmed, shaking against the sides of the contraption. Now that the shock of what could happened had passed, he was left with feeling all the details, feeling a little calmer but now annoyed. Whatever this curse was, it didn't hurt: bones and muscles and skin shifting around this much should have been unbearably painful. Aside from the gently not-even-itchiness, he was warm all over, too warm now to be wearing a winter coat. Sweat poured out of his armpits and around his crotch, and he could feel fat droplets of it running down the bristling flesh of his body. Swinging his eyes around, he saw his ears straining outwards, the blurry outline even fuzzier from the brown and white hairs growing out of them. In front of him, he could see his mouth jutting out a little more, and his nose had broadened and was stretching out too.

"Oh yeah, of course you wouldn't know! These are the old deer pens; they used to use this to hold the deer in place so they could tag their ears, cut off their antlers, give them medicines, that kind of thing." Liam grinned, ends of his lengthening lips curling upwards over his growing muzzle. His hands, now sporting short, black claws on the ends of his fingers, grabbed Charlie's antlers. "I've always wanted to fuck a guy in this thing. Have him suck me off while I hold on to his antlers."

"Let me out of here!" Charlie begged again, although somewhat half-heartedly. None of it had been painful, other than his clothes squeezing against him now.Just how big am I getting?_Moving quickly, he tried to slide out of his clothes, but he only managed to get his jacket off. Hearing and feeling the fabric of his shirt rip, he shuddered as it slipped down his bare body._Bare, hah. The torn rags caught on his hairs on the way down. Expecting a blast to being exposed, Charlie found that the inside of the chamber was warm. Very warm. Groaning, he shifted his hands down, feeling how thick his nails seemed to be as the scraped down the blooming crop of fur down his chest. Charlie had been in good shape before - a lean frame with visible abs - but with a frame more suited for running or athletics; touching himself now, it felt more like someone like Miles. Squeezing on the thick mass of muscle in his left hand, Charlie realised it was his pectoral.

"Try to calm down, man. You're already turning into a stag. If I'd known you'd turn out this big, I wouldn't have put you in there." Liam wilted a little; all of his fur seemed to droop, his tail slumped between his legs, and his throbbing cock seemed to flag. "I'm not gonna eat you or anything. I mean, I'll suck your dick if you want, but... I just thought it'd be hot, and you seemed really into me, so I thought you'd be okay with it."

"You could have-" Charlie stopped abruptly half-way through admonishing Liam for not springing world-shattering stuff on him. Trying to twist his thickening neck around to stay comfortable, he struggled with his jeans. His upper chest wasn't the only thing was broadening, and, disturbingly, his scrotum had grown too. His balls filled all the space in the crotch of his jeans, leaving nowhere for the elongating shaft to go. It tried sliding down the leg of his jeans, but had gotten stuck. With his thighs swelling, and what he guessed was a tail, he doubted he could get them off, but he wanted to at least give his junk more space. Charlie's fingers had finally worked the button and the zipper in his jeans. His genitals oozed out, warm and huge, landing in his hands. It was only a brief touch, but it set off a jolt of arousal.Holy fuck!_All the air in Charlie's lungs shot out his mouth, still extruding as his stag muzzle continued forming._That was intense!

Cool air spilled down Charlie's back; Liam had opened up the top of the contraption. "Hold on. I didn't think I'd have to work the latch with claws and paw pads. I'm going to see if I can open it up. I oiled it before, but it might have gotten jammed for a bit."

"Um!" Charlie's head was spinning, and he needed to blurt out something to give him time to process everything. Although he was still worried, his enlarged, hypersensitive junk distracted him. Thoughts went to the wolfish Liam, panting just above him, then returned to the erection he'd seen earlier.He wanted to fuck me. I mean, if I_am_stuck, then there's worse things we could be doing. Just think of it like blowing a guy through a glory hole._Charlie hadn't done that - way too risky - but he liked the idea of it. He started grinning, feeling his cock start to really stiffen up, the large tip rubbing against the fur on his chest._Plus, he'd owe me for putting me through all this shit."Could you help me take my jeans off first? They're really tight."

Liam let out a lusty chuckle. "Getting a bit tight back there, huh? Alright, give me a sec. Just don't kick me or anything; you're fucking huge, so if you kick me you might knock me out cold." Like a gymnast, Liam swung himself over the tall fence, landing with a short grunt behind Charlie. Grunting, he worked his fingers into the barely-existent gap between Charlie's hairy legs and his jeans.

Having Liam so close didn't help Charlie's mood. Closing his eyes, he let out a moan. It was a little too loud than he meant. Everything felt very still and silent for a while, and Charlie started feeling his face heat up with embarrassment. He was just about to say something when he felt cool air suddenly strike his ass and new tail, then a lupine muzzle pushed in between the freed butt cheeks, a long tongue toying with his asshole.

Charlie groaned; he jammed his right hand down hard against the slender board holding him up from below. His left was doing its best, trying to stroke along the length that really needed two hands to fully caress. Barely aware of his feet sliding out of his boots, or the jeans being tugged all the way off, Charlie felt Liam's claws dig in a little as his tongue probed up into his crack. It pushed open his sphincter and wriggled in his insides. He'd never let anyone up there before, but right now he was too horny to care about that.Liam doesn't seem to mind. Guess we'll just take it how it comes. Maybe the transformation made_that_bigger too?

Dropping his cock in frustration, Charlie asked, "Uh, Liam, do you mind..."I sound weird. Deeper. He shivered as Liam pulled out, saliva dripping from his hole. Bracing with both hands, he asked, trying to turn his head as far around as he could manage. "I'm really horny, but I can't..."

"Gotcha." Charlie felt Liam's body wriggle underneath him.Fuck, he seems so small now!_Reminded of his earlier musings, a couple of things struck him. _Wait! If we've both changed into animals, what about Miles and Scott?_Reminded of him while hands grabbed the base of his shaft, and a muzzle enveloped several inches of his foot-long cock, the second realisation hit._Oh, so that's_where I know him from!_

Putting the memory of watching Scott's naked body gyrating while being fucked out of his mind, Charlie surrendered enjoying his current situation. The top of Liam's head brushed up against his head as it bobbed on his dick, sucking and slurping and moaning satisfied, lusty moans. Both arms braced themselves, as shudders of intense arousal threatened to weaken him. Moving slowly, he started meeting Liam's lips, pushing himself farther along the long wolf tongue lapping and slobbering over his privates. While Charlie hadn't been much of a leaker usually, his new body seemed primed for making as much as possible. It trickled along his shaft at a steady rate, making him feel even hotter than before. He couldn't tell if Liam was just that good, or if it was his cock feeling so sensitive that was doing it, but even though he hadn't been aroused for long, Charlie felt ready to pop. "Liam! Stop! I-" He'd started, knowing he couldn't stop if things went on longer, but not knowing why he wanted to stop. "I want you to stop. Can you f-fuck me now?"

Underneath, the slurping and muffled moans stopped, and Liam panted. "Sure, just let me... wriggle out of here..." Liam moved noisily; Charlie could feel the wood shaking, all the way up his hands. Grimacing, Charlie tried to hold it all in. That was a difficult task: his whole body was a churning mass of changing, new hormones and they all wanted nothing more than for him to ejaculate and release all the pressure and energy he'd been building up.

Instead, Charlie waited, feeling Liam clawing at his rump as he tried to get into positions.Bite me! A wildlife documentary-style flash in Charlie's mind had him seeing Liam playfully gnawing on his rump. Too embarrassed and needing release to ask for more, he stored the fantasy away for later, instead, bracing as he felt the thick head of Liam's cock pushing against him.Relax... Relax...

Charlie's body relented once again, and he felt his muscles loosen up to allow Liam inside. Clamping down on his jaw, feeling rows of flat, alien teeth and a thick deer tongue in his mouth, Charlie snorted, wincing as Liam invaded his body. That first thrust was slow and agonising, but filled his body with a satisfying full feeling that helped take off some of the pain. It didn't hurt as much as when he'd played with his toys.Am I just bigger down there, or something?_He didn't know, or care; he just enjoyed getting used to Liam's warm, thick shaft pumping slowly into him._God, he's rigid! He really is turned on right now..._Biting his lip, Charlie's thoughts turned momentarily to the future._I've really got him over a barrel now, don't I? His dirty little secret's all mine!

Caught off-guard, Charlie suddenly felt Liam plunge all the way in. The shock send his prostate quivering, and he finally lost control. What had been a slow, steady trickle of clear fluids became what felt like a torrent of hot, white cum. With the next slam into his asshole, Charlie moaned loudly, his erection spasming beneath him, spraying the old farm equipment with his semen. Endorphins kicked in; his muzzle slumped open, and a long, thick tongue dangled out.

With his mind clearing, Charlie could hear Liam's excitement. "Oh yeah, this is so fucking hot... you're so tight... so warm... it feels so good... I never..."I wonder if he actually_has_done it with anyone else. Being so attractive, Liam's virginity seemed unlikely, but as Charlie remembered what he heard in a new context, he wondered if Liam_could_even have sex with someone while not like this. I can see someone getting addicted to this...

Liam's cock jammed in hard, and Charlie felt him start to cum. "Fuck, sorry, should've asked..." Then he was like a marionette puppet suddenly having his strings cut; he slumped against Charlie's back, moaning as Charlie tightened his ring, forcing the invading penis to disgorge more spunk into the awaiting orifice.

Both sprawled quietly, Liam panting as he continued to ride the high of his orgasm, while Charlie slowly came down from his. His ass ached, and even though he felt Liam sliding out, that just seemed to make things worse. Grunting and snorting from his wide deer nostrils, he Liam pull out, leaving a stream of semen to ooze down, sliding over his sack and soaking into his fur.

"So, about this curse..." Charlie began, still loudly panting.

"Hm? Yeah, what about it?"

"How come you turned into a wolf?"

"Oh, I sprinted...sprinted over to the hunting lodge before coming back here. Dad's got some friends and shit that like to come over. They wolf out a little, and sometimes stalk a deer. A_real_deer. Not like you and me. At least, I don't think so." Liam chuckled, and Charlie joined in.

"Yeah, but I mean, do you have to be in this thing to turn into a deer? Why didn't you turn into one, especially when we started..."

Liam's hand stroked Charlie's back. "You can only turn into one thing at once. The curse is only supposed to affect people, and I guess we technically don't count as that." He paused. "Okay, so: bad news. While I was under you, I found what's left of your shirt."

"It's fucked, right?"

"Yeah, about as much as your tight hole. More bad news: I kind of ripped through your jeans getting them off of you."

Bugger. Charlie grunted.It's going to be a cold walk of shame back to the tents. Or I guess I could wait for the curse to wear off, then for it to trigger again. Then I'll have a natural extra layer._He smirked. _And Liam will probably be ready to be turned on again, I'll make him go in the box. And I I'll also not have to worry about not having a hat.