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Chapter 2

My name is Duke Gray. I'm a 22-year-old Asian-American English Major that used to live in Atlantis, Alaska. One night, me and my friends - Hugh, Cave, Joey and Warren - were just having a night out when we decided to do one of those shitty creepypasta rituals for shits and giggles.

Turns out, magic and curses are real.

I was cursed and somehow woke up in Washington State.

Oh and I was suddenly in the body of a one tone, blue-furred bull-wolf-lion hybrid with an eighteen-inch cock. I couldn't get too comfortable in my situation, however, because a sexy as fuck lumberjack by the name of Scott Woolsey found me.

As it turns out, the curse didn't just transform me into a blue version of the Beast from Beauty and the Beast. It forces other people to experience my deepest fantasies while I facilitate them, dooming to never actually enjoy their pleasures myself.

I guess this wasn't _so_bad.

I mean, I got to blow Scott, have fun with him in an outdoor shower and fuck him on the couch...

... where he subsequently turned into a one-ton, hairy and sexy as fuck badger-man.

?

I woke up to the sound an electric shaver. Alone on the couch, I immediately felt the absence of Scott. Glancing about, I noticed that the sun had set outside and most of the cabin had plunged into darkness. It took a few seconds for me to recollect exactly what had happened.

"You're awake."

The sentient tattoo was still on my right arm even though said arm was now many times smaller than it had been and was no longer covered in blue fur. A burst of excitement ran through me as I ran my hands all over my body, enjoying the smooth touch of my skin and the absence of those black claws at the tips of my fingers.

I was human again.

Though... not the same human I had been, I think. There were firmer muscles than what had been there before and as I moved, I felt the heavy weight of my balls slapping against my inner thighs. My musing was interrupted by the sound of that electric shaver cutting through hair.

"Hold that thought," I told Anodyne and quickly rushed up the stairs, barefoot. The sounds of the shaver were coming from the sole bathroom at the top of the stairs. Light spilled out from the door and as I poked my head in, I laid eyes on the new Scott Woolsey.

Towering at about eight feet tall, he was a mansion of muscle. Wider than the door frames, he had to lean forward a little just so that his new mustelid face could be seen in the mirrors of the communal bathroom. Each shoulder was as big as a bowling ball and each of his arms were thick with iron cords. A back like a mountain range was perfectly divided down the middle by a spine that almost vanished between the ridges of his muscles. He was standing in profile to me so I could see that immense, muscled belly of his protruding just as far as his broad, hairy pectorals. Ass cheeks that were as big as dinner plates and chiseled like black marble taunted me from where they were perched above huge meaty hamstrings. Heart-shaped calves ballooned out and tapered down into enormous broad feet that were covered in white fur.

Scott was bent over one of the many bathroom sinks sitting in the row, carefully shaving his thick beard, trimming down the sides so that it exposed more of his furry cheeks. I had to wonder how he managed to identify how far to shave without cutting his fur but he somehow managed. Though his beard was much shorter now which led me to believe he had actually made a few mistakes and had to compensate. Instead of a thick, full beard that hung down to his collarbone, this was now cropped a little closer to his chin with a full mustache. His eyes still shone a bright blue, a shimmering flame glistening behind his irises.

He caught sight of me and flashed me a cocky smirk. "Well look who's up and about. Like what you see?" His other paw went to his crotch, gripping his meaty sausage currently contained in a furry, white sheath and gave it enough of a squeeze that his pink dick slipped out just a little. Fascinating that his cock had human-shaped glands whereas mine was distinctly canine.

"Hell yeah," I answered, offering a bashful smile. That smile lasted for only about a second. "But I should be asked you that. Do you like what you see?"

Scott turned to me, straightening to his full height which almost touched the ceiling. "I know you said you tried to be invisible in those clubs but honestly, you didn't have to bother. You're pretty damn cute."

As flattering as that was, I was not talking about myself. "I was more talking about what you see in the mirror." I pointed at him. "I mean, you're not a human anymore."

There was a momentary look of surprise on his face then he let out a sharp, barking laugh. He flexed the arm that wasn't holding the shaver, his bicep popping to put that thick muscle with the vein running over it on display. "Who cares about being human? This is way better! And being a badger? I always knew I was a Hufflepuff!"

I snorted at the reference and tilted my head to the side. "I don't think there were any Hufflepuffs there were quite as sexy as you." I eyed his endowment which had to sit at nine-inches flaccid. "Or one quite as 'gifted'."

He smirked and turned back to his grooming. "You can see for yourself after dinner. Your cute ass is mine."

"Going to fuck me with your new elephant dick?" I taunted. I pretended to swoon, pressing the back of my hand against my forehead and leaning against the door frame. "Oh won't someone save from the ass-destroying monster that I've inadvertently created?"

He snorted at me and took a second to trim his beard before responding. "Don't flatter yourself. Your cute ass can't take my cock. At least not as you are now. When you unleash the beast again, then we'll see to the fucking. But I'd still prefer your cock in me."

I lowered my arm and regarded him cautiously. "Really?"

"Is that so surprising?" he responded. "We had fun, didn't we?"

"We did," I agreed. "But we sort of went from zero to a hundred on the gay meter there." Was it really natural for him to go from being asexual or at least occupying himself with other business to jumping straight to being a cock-whore? Where did my morals sit on this?

Scott straightened. The huge badger tilted his head left and right, examining his shave. He went about trimming his left side a little more. "You told me once to pursue what'll make me happy. Right now, getting dicked makes me happy. Happier than I've been in a while. Honestly, it feels like you haven't made me a monster. More that... you've unleashed the human in me."

"Huh?"

Scott turned to me, a small smile on his muzzle. "Hard to explain. It's like... I feel more like me. A freer me." He scratched the back of his head, just behind his ears. "I don't know if it's the_true_ me. Not entirely. But it's like all the bullshit built up from thirty-three years of being told I'm evil for just being born and to abandon the rest of humanity was just... washed away and this was left behind." He gestured at his body up and down.

"Am I gay?" he responded with a shrug. "Do I fucking care? Hell no. I just want to fuck and right now, I like the idea of fucking around with other guys. You. Barry. Maybe some old friends. I don't know. I want to see where it goes."

"Amazing..." mused Anodyne. "It seems that your curse has stripped him of the restraints that human society has placed on him without stripping him of his humanity. Human constructs such as modesty, religion and societal norms are gone but bonds of friendship, desire and even affection remain."

Was that what I wanted? What I really wanted? Was my desire to be changed by some savage beast, to have sex with men without restraint, all boiled down one thing?

A desire to be free.

Free to choose my own physical form. Free to love whom I wanted. Free to do whatever I wanted.

"Hey Duke," Scott declared, catching my attention. "You still with me?"

Scrambling to gather my thoughts, I laughed softly and said, "Yeah, yeah. Just lost in thought, I guess." I pointed at the tattoo on his balls. "Hey, I don't suppose your tattoo talks to you, does it?"

A puzzled and honestly cute expression crossed his features. Then he pushed aside his cock to look at the black swirls and patterns all over his left testicle. "No... Why...? Should it?"

As if reading my mind, Anodyne said, "He still can't hear me and I don't think I would've spawned a guardian when I 'bit' him. That is merely a brand that links you and him."

"Nah. Just something I remember about the ritual," I lied, laughing a little. "I wasn't inked before the ritual and when I became that beast, I suddenly had this guy." I patted my shoulder. "I expected it to go away when I changed back into a human and I guess when it didn't, I expected it to talk because that's what the ritual said."

He chuckled mildly and padded over. The sheer size difference between us both scared and aroused me. Last I checked, I was only about 5'7'' and being eight feet tall meant that his crotch was just below eye-level with me. Fully erect, his dick would have slid into my mouth with ease. "Guess there's a lot about the ritual we don't know about. And it's effects." He bounced his pectorals one at a time to some unheard rhythm. "See?" He laughed, pointing at the scene. "I never knew how to do this before!"

"Yeah..." I laughed, trying to mask the pit in my stomach.

"I'm going to go make us dinner," he said, patting my shoulder. "If you want to get dressed, head over to my room and snatch whatever you can."

Then he was stomping down the stairs, each footfall like a small earthquake. A sigh left my lips as I turned my gaze towards the mirror that Scott had abandoned. The reflection made my stomach do somersaults. Not because it was ugly or even shocking but because it was so... disappointing. I was human again. Back to my old self. Pasty skin that was slightly yellowish from my Asian heritage, almond-shaped brown eyes and bushy, black eyebrows with matching hair. A face that couldn't grow facial hair if his life depended on it stared back at me, leaving me with a permanent baby face. The short, spiky black hair with a prominent Widow's Peak hinted at eventual hair loss while the rest of my body remained practically without a strand of body hair save for my armpits and bushy pubes. Even the hair on my legs and arms were thin and wispy to the point that from about 10 feet away, they would look shaved. My flat, unassuming body was pencil-thin with my ribs showing and my stomach looking a little paunchy.

The_only_ difference was maybe I had an extra half-inch on my uncut cock? Or maybe that was just wishful thinking and some left-over arousal from having a hunk like Scott in my life.

"Did you want to talk about it?" prompted Anodyne.

"God yes," I sighed. "What happened back there? Why did we suddenly start floating and... why did I do all that shit? I felt in control but at the same time... not."

"I have a theory."

"Share."

Anodyne suspected that what I truly wanted and what the curse had attached itself to was my desire to have the freedom to choose my own destiny including my physical form and even to be whomever I wanted. From birth, I was weighed down by the guilt of my mother's death and then there was the expectations thrown at me by my father who had called me a 'Duke'. My far more successful brothers didn't help matters. Expectations added with my hidden desires for men took root deep in my soul and took the shape of a single, simple desire: the power of choice.

To be able to choose who I was, to change my physical shape and even fit in whenever I wanted. That was what I really wanted. It wasn't about the sex - though that was a plus - or even the desire to change other people. It was the power to choose.

"The curse inflicts a sort of ironic punishment upon you," Anodyne continued. "It cursed you with a bestial shape that would force further judgment and restrictions upon you but at the same time, gave you the power to unleash the true selves of others while simultaneously depriving you of that joy."

"Then why did I become human?" I asked.

"The curse subsides when you satiate the desire that it latched onto. I think that, in some way, by being able to fully change someone to be their true selves, you were able to feel some of freedom you seek so desperately. Like maybe by removing all these preconceptions and judgments from Scott, his opinion of you changed and he was more open to seeing the real you. As such, you experienced that freedom you so crave."

So by transforming others and literally opening their minds to a world of monsters, I would regain my humanity. It sort of made sense. The shit that often forced me down a single path was because of outside forces. Removing those forces would free me.

"I mean, it's better than my theory," I sighed. "I thought that I enjoyed the idea of transforming others and while that was pretty fucking hot, watching Scott grow didn't really change anything for me. It only made it harder to resist fucking him."

"Let's work on that assumption for now. The question is how long will this transformation last and what has it done to Scott? What are the lasting effects?"

All good questions which I did not have the answers. I just shook my head, regarding Anodyne in the mirror helplessly.

"I guess one good thing about this is that I'm not jumping into another porn scenario every time I'm in the same room as him," I sighed. "Seriously, it was like any time we so much as looked at each other, seductive music was playing and we were out of our clothes within seconds."

"Speaking of clothes..."

There were only two rooms on the second floor. Both of them were incredibly large and, most of all, defensible. The doors were thick and powerful, needing all of my strength to push open. The windows were all slanted which made it difficult for anyone to climb through them. Both areas were wide and each had their own refrigerator and connection to the water source outside. In a zombie apocalypse, someone could stay in here, lock themselves in and wait out the attack for a week or so. There were also multiple bunk beds in each room so it was less of an actual single bedroom and more like some barracks.

The bed at the far end of one of the room was the most disturbed and the footlocker at was slightly ajar. Familiar red flannel was visible through the small opening. That had to be Scott's bed.

Sure enough, inside was some carefully folded shirts, pants and underwear. All of them were far too big for me. There was, however, a pair of denim shorts that, hung past my knees which went well with a black tanktop if I tucked in. A belt helped keep the garment together. At least socks were pretty universal so I was able to cover my bare feet.

The smell of cooking food wafted up the stairs by the time I was done dressing myself in Scott's oversized clothes. Back down in the kitchen, the smell of salted - and_only salted -_ venison and steamed vegetables once more assaulted my nose. Though it had only seemed like I had eaten just an hour ago, I was already hungry.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked, looking around for a clock. I caught sight of the analog clock sitting above the fridge just as Scott answered.

"It's ten in the evening."

"Damn..." I mumbled. "We were out for a while."

"Transforming through cursed magic after a spectacular orgasm does that to you, I guess," he laughed. He waved over his shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable. This'll still be a while."

I perched myself on the kitchen counter, recalling that moment when I spied on Scott and watched him grow and nearly tear out of his clothes. Thank god that his clothes were extra baggy because my dick was already hard.

"What day is it?" I asked. "I lost track of time."

"It's currently December 14th."

I blanched. We had performed the ritual November 29th. I had been out for over 15 days! Seeing my face from the corner of his eye, Scott expressed concern. I stammered an explanation. Even Anodyne seemed shocked.

"I wasn't awake or aware during those fifteen days," confessed my guardian. "Anything could have happened during that time. And before you ask, no, you shouldn't have been knocked out for that long by this curse."

"Jesus..." rumbled Scott, scratching at his muzzle. "You have no idea what happened for that time?"

I shook my head, that pit in my stomach growing. "No... I thought maybe I lost a few days. That might explain how I ended up in another state from when I was cursed but fifteen whole days!?"

"Getting from Seattle to Anchorage would take about a week if you drove," continued Scott. "That still wouldn't account for the extra seven days. Though it might mean that whoever was keeping you sedated needed that much time to plan shipping you here."

"Sedated?"

Scott blinked at me a couple of times. "Sorry. I was assuming that you wouldn't have been naturally asleep for two weeks. I thought maybe you were kept sedated. Could've been the curse."

I deflated. His hypothesis was making more and more sense and it was depressing. Hugh was a medical student. Fellow Asian so of course he had to become a doctor. He might_have had access to sedatives but somehow, I doubted that he'd have enough to keep me completely unconscious for _fifteen days. Something else must've happened. Not to mention the fact that I had ended up in the middle of the forest.

"Let's get your mind of that," Scott offered. He moved towards a nearby radio and switched it on. "Here. Listen to some music."

Blaming the media for sensationalizing every single piece of news, Scott Woolsey didn't have any TVs around and only listened to local radio stations. Out here in the middle of the Washington wilds, there were very few stations that played anything contemporary. Some bands played covers rather poorly but that was about it.

Just as Scott was about to finish with dinner, the music switched to local news.

"Just wrapping up tonight's broadcast," said the host lazily. "Let's go over the biggest events for the day." There was a riff of a couple of random sounds before the host began listing off events. "The President reaffirmed his support for the joint military operations between Canada and the US which has led to at least one helicopter crash. The Grimmwood High Guardians have won their first game of the season. A bright blue comet was seen blazing over Washington last night. Lastly, a couple hiking through the woods claim to have seen Big Foot... out here in Washington State!"

Scott waggled his eyebrows at me at that last statement and I rolled my eyes at him. This time, he set the plates in front of me on the kitchen counter. He leaned over the marble to eat while I did the same. Again, the predominant flavor was just salt but it satiated me. I drank a lot_of water from it though. Probably for the best as I lost a _lot of fluids in the past few hours.

We chatted idly about this and that. Scott used every excuse to flex and show off his new build. I consigned myself to being hard throughout the entire meal as I watched his taut muscles move beneath that silky fur of his. More than anything, I was glad that he was comfortable in his new form... though I had to ask myself if he had thought about the future.

All my fantasies often ended after the orgasm. What happened to the characters after they had become beasts free to satisfy their sexual desires was never fleshed out. Usually, I would be covered in cum and drifting off to sleep with the words 'And they lived happily ever after' floating in my brain before I slipped off into post-coitus slumber. Now, I had to worry about what would happen to Scott.

"You're giving me a look," he accused.

"I am?" I replied, straightening. "Sorry. I guess... I guess I'm just a little worried, is all. That whole 'Big Foot' sighting thing sort of got me thinking..."

"That some stupid tourists are going to stumble into my place, see the eight-foot human-badger running around and call upon the military to dissect me?" Scott huffed confidently and pounded his chest with a fist. "Trust me. I know how to scare off people. Plus this place is pretty well defended. I've got traps laid out everywhere and barely anyone knows I'm here. I live off the grid, remember? This place is as secure as any place."

Then his features dropped a little. "Though... I'm guessing you wouldn't want to spend the rest of your life here, huh?"

The question caught me off-guard and I instinctively reached out to rest my hand against the back of his large paw. "What makes you say that?"

He smiled at me and removed his paw out from under my hand and used it to ruffle my hair. "You've got your quest, little man. You've got to figure out what happened to your friends. Why you lost those fifteen days and why you ended up out here in the middle of nowhere. Not to mention, you've got to undo your curse."

"What if there's no undoing it?" I asked.

"Then you can come back right here and we can spend the rest of our lives fucking like the beasts we are," he said, winking at me and sticking out his tongue. "But you can't do that if something out there" - he pointed out the window - _"_is going to keep calling you."

Sound advice. Never thought I'd get that from a doomsday prepper.

"Is that how you managed move out here alone?"

He gave me a toothy grin, his fangs flashing. "You bet. I cut all ties. No one but Barry knows I'm out here because he's the one that helped me bring the place up to scratch. Settled my debts. Said goodbye to my toxic family and burned any remaining bridges. Hell, given a few months, I'm sure Barry will stop coming as well. I was perfectly comfortable living out here alone."

"Was?" I repeated, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He reached over, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me towards him, my head resting against his big, hairy pectorals. "Before you came along, I would've shot anyone that came knocking on my door and invading my property. But now, if they let me taste their cock and ride them from dawn till dusk, they're more than welcome to stay as long as they pull their weight!" He let out a hearty laugh.

I pulled away from him, noting the hints of pine in his natural musk. "Good to know." I patted the table lightly. "I don't think I'll head out immediately though. Still need to get my bearings. Not to mention I need supplies to make the trip. I didn't see a car...?"

He hiked a thumb in some arbitrary direction. "I've got a truck. But I haven't started it in months. Battery is probably dead but we can work to get her running again so you can be on your way. Help out around the place and I'll give you all you need to finish your quest." Scott winked at me, his eyes shining. "Just promise that whatever happens, you'll stop by for a good fuck."

A smile tugged at my lips at his confidence and comfort in his sexuality. "I promise."

"Good."

Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and lay me across his shoulders like he was carrying a newly slain buck.

"H-hey! What do you think you're doing!" I cried, flailing with little result.

"Getting dessert," he answered with a savage grin.

?

Over the course of the next day or so, Scott taught me a few tricks to survive out in the wild and began assembling a survival kit. While I knew the basics of starting fire with flint, he showed me the exact physics of why it worked. Honestly, I thought smacking something metallic against flint near something flammable was actually what started a fire not that the sparks that erupted from the contact is what started the flames. My favorite activity was the archery range he had set up some distance from his property. I was nowhere near as good as Hollywood would make famous archers but getting something to hit the target was extremely thrilling and satisfying.

Whether or not it was because we got to fuck three times a day or the release from society's cages had been that powerful, I hadn't reverted into my bestial form for that entire time. That said, a nagging discomfort crawled underneath my skin every time I woke up in this pale flesh. Scott had put it best. As a badger, he felt more like himself than he had ever been as a human. A little like being born in the wrong body but never knowing it because the rest of the world told you that it was impossible to be anything else.

Now that I had tasted what it felt like to be that beast, there was a part of me that ached to go back. To feel my muscles, to flex them, to rub them against Scott's, to compare sizes with the badger and rub our monster dicks against one another only to devolve into a sixty-nine where we choked each other on our cocks and cum. All of that translated into our furious lovemaking three times a day but it just wasn't the same.

Needless to say, Scott was the alpha and the beast in the scenario. A total power bottom. Amazing how much thirty-three years of sexual repression can inspire one's creativity. The number of ways he's managed to fold me like a pretzel while simultaneously having my cock somewhere in him was astounding.

Anodyne said that, eventually, the curse should resurface and I should turn back but when that'll happen... I just wasn't sure.

On the third day, I was still miserably human. Scott had gone out to hunt to restore some of the meat that we had consumed. I was left behind to clean up after breakfast and look after the garden. I was inside washing dishes when the rumble of a car rolling up the gravelly driveway echoed through the cabin.

That was definitely not usual.

Instantly on edge, I dried my hands and slowly crept towards the front door. I peered through the thick, black-out curtains and past the wooden planks barricading the glass. A big, black pick-up was positioned at the front of the house. Mud and dried leaves were plastered all over its wheels and hood. There were various tools and equipment packed in the back including what appeared to be slabs of wood and some concrete. The license plate read 'THERE4U'.

"Oh shit..." I whispered. "That must be Barry!"

"Barry?" Anodyne asked back. "As in the Bartholomew that occasionally comes here to check on Scott and help him around the place?"

"That's the one."

I held my breath. What kind of man would be a friend to the beastly Scott and have the capacity to help him set up this secluded cabin? In my mind, I imagined a rough and tumble, gruff construction-worker type. Probably wearing a high-visibility vest, thick chest hair poking out from under his tank top, heavy boots and denim pants. Maybe a chinstrap beard and huffing a cigar.

Oh shit, I'm hard.

Imagining dream-Barry shooting his load from a fat cock onto Scott's beard and then licking it off before bringing his cum-coated tongue into Scott's mouth...

The door to the pickup sprang open...

... and a pair of loafers landed on the gravel.

"Huh?"

To my utter surprise, the person that stepped out was a mid-forties man that had a moderate build. Maybe 6'1'' and probably about 200 lbs with most of that resting in his lightly paunchy belly. He wore a checkered blue and white shirt with a red bow tie strapped to his neck. Navy blue slacks were wrapped around his legs matching the dark-blue frames of his thick, square glasses. Receding dark-brown hair highlighted his age especially at the temples where his hair had turned gray. His features were clearly shaved, highlighting the angled chin.

"That's... Barry...?" I asked with a pang of disappointment.

"You sound displeased."

"Just not the kind of guy that I was expecting to be the closest thing Scott had to a friend."

Barry stepped up to the porch, carefully avoiding the traps that were hidden under the gravel. This was certainly someone who knew his way around the property. He knocked on the door instead of using the doorbell so he knew that the device was booby trapped.

"Scott?" he shouted in a light, concerned tone. "It's me. Doctor Price. Bartholomew Price." After a second, he added one last clarification. "It's Barry."

'Doctor'?

My heart immediately plummeted. What didn't Scott tell me? Why did he have a doctor constantly come visit him? If this was a social call from a friend who just happened to be a doctor, Barry wouldn't go announcing his status first. Hell, if I was a friend and a doctor, I'd just say 'It's Duke'. But Barry Price went out of his way to emphasize his profession.

Did Scott have a terminal disease? Was that why he had distanced himself from everyone else? He was going to die so he didn't want other people to mourn him? Did his transformation suddenly give him a new lease on life?

The knocking came again and I immediately ducked away from the window.

"Scott?" Barry pressed. "I know you're in there. I saw steam rising from the water tank and I know you don't have any showers inside. So you're probably doing the laundry or washing some dishes so you can hear me."

Fuck! He knew the layout of the house well! Made sense as he apparently helped Scott build the place.

Panic shot through my system and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. Keeping myself low, I belly-crawled across the front foyer, making sure to avoid any of the ammo cases and guns that lay around the place to avoid making any unnecessary noise.

"Why are you hiding from him?"_Anodyne asked. _"What's the harm in revealing yourself?"

"He's Scott's doctor," I hissed back. "He hasn't seen Scott yet. How do you think he'll react if he sees me and then Scott? Besides, as far as he's concerned, Scott doesn't know anyone else. I'm the intruder here! It's like Goldilocks and the Three Bears all up in here! Except these aren't the kind of 'bears' I'd like to meet!"

"Concealing yourself and perpetuating lies will only make things worse. You need to be honest with this man as well as yourself."

"No. Just no. I'll go out a window and find Scott. He can work this out."

"Has it occurred to you that Scott is currently a massive man-badger which will require significant explanation and that explanation is best to come from a human first_? Not to mention he 's also_ trapped _all the windows? There's no escape."_

Goddamn doomsday preppers and their goddamn paranoia.

"Also, did you lock the front door?"

...

FUCK!

The doorknob jiggled and sprang open.

"Scott?" asked Barry as he stepped inside.

The panic was very real as I scrambled to my feet and dove for the kitchen. That made a lot of noise and Barry immediately headed my way. He was cautious, likely aware of how paranoid a doomsday prepper could be so I had the time to reach for one of the pans in the sink, grab it and hide beside the refrigerator.

"What are you doing!? He's not hostile!"

I really didn't know what I was doing but the only thing crossing my mind was that I was in Scott's house, wearing Scott's clothes and this doctor didn't know who I was. The husband had just entered the house while the lover was still there dripping of sex and reeking of the cheater's cologne.

"Listen, Scott," said Barry, his voice growing louder. I heard him enter the kitchen, approaching the dishes that were still dripping wet. A loud sigh escaped his lips. "I know you don't like hearing this, but this isn't healthy. You like your isolation. I get it. You don't like people. It was ingrained into you by your parents. But I'm not giving up on you. We can work through this but we have to first acknowledge it for what it is; childhood trauma." He leaned against the sink, back to me and looking out the window. "Children should be brought up in a warm, nurturing environment. You were raised in one where you were constantly being told that you were evil and unworthy. So was everyone else, that they weren't worth saving or even interacting with. Even as your parents told you that you had to prepare for an eventual rapture, they didn't praise you as some sort of messiah or hope for humanity. You were told to prepare so you could prolong the inevitable. They gave you a job that they expected you to fail at."

Oh shit.

He wasn't here because Scott had a terminal illness. He was here as Scott's therapist!

I emerged from my hiding space, moving up to Barry. He must have heard me as he tilted his head slightly but didn't turn around.

"It's okay, Scott," said the doctor calmly. "We all face great challenges in our life and no one can fault you for the path you've chosen. What can anyone expect when you were constantly raised on the idea that humanity was seeped in sin and to procreate was only compounding to the issue?"

Barry lowered his head. "But I'm here to show you that humanity is not worth giving up on. We can be better. If we help each other. So help me help you, Scott." He turned, showing a brilliant smile to me that made me waver in my steps.

Holy shit... he's cute.

Then his brow furrowed and his smile faded. "You're not Scott Woolsey."

My brain went blank.

"Nope."

CLANG!

Barry crumpled to the ground, his glasses cracked.

_"Why did you do that!?"_cried Anodyne.

"I don't know!" I screamed back, dropping the cast iron pan. "I panicked!"

"So when you panic, your immediate instinct is to hit someone with a pan!?"

"I pressed the 'F' key to interact and I didn't know it was to perform a takedown!!"

"What?"

I swatted at Anodyne, pain shooting up my arm as all I had really done was slap my own skin. "Just... shut up and let me think, okay?"

"Check if he's breathing."

I bent down and checked for a pulse... only to realize I had no idea how to check for a pulse. Hugh was the medical student and Joey was the fitness buff. I was just the English Major. Thankfully, Barry took a breath and I released the one I had been holding.

"He's breathing," I sighed in relief.

"Fantastic,"_said Anodyne, his voice dripping with sarcasm. _"Now you've got to hope that you didn't give him a concussion or brain damage."

"How could I give him something like that with one hit?"

"You gave him a hit that was strong enough to knock him out_. That is dangerous no matter how you spin it._"

Shit. Hollywood makes casually knocking out people look so harmless. That was the last time I ever relied movies and TV shows as my reference for dealing with such situations. Videogames too.

I grabbed Barry by his armpits and began dragging him towards the lounge room.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Trying to get him off the floor and somewhere more comfortable."

"I suppose that can't hurt. You will still have a lot to explain to Scott."

That was a conversation worthy of dread. How does anyone justify assaulting the therapist of the guy that had done nothing but be accommodating to them? Hell, if Scott could be considered a boyfriend or even just a casual lay, any relationship we would have had would have gone up in flames the instant he discovered that I had just knocked out his therapist for no other reason that I went blank.

It took some effort to drag Barry up to the couch that had been abused by both Scott and my bestial weights. The therapist sank into the cushions that miraculously remained intact but he was able to remain upright. His glasses remained on his face even though the left lens was cracked. An ugly bruise was starting to appear on that side of his face.

"Ice," I told myself. "I need to get the swelling down."

I rushed back to the kitchen and fished out some ice from Scott's fridge and wrapped it into a nearby dish towel. You knew this was really good ice too because it was perfectly clear. Some water on the towel to help facilitate the drop in temperature and I was racing back to the lounge, gently dabbing the emerging swelling to get it to go down. Barry mumbled something. He was still alive. Thank god for that.

"Duke? Barry? You here?"

Scott's voice immediately sent my heart plummeting. Some part of me wanted to shout and bring the big badger over but then there was the cowardly part of me that just wanted to dive under the couch and hide from the world. Where was that cocky, confident and seductive beast that had managed to get Scott to orgasm three times in a single day?

The front door opened and Scott's booming footsteps shook the cabin as he searched for us. If ever there was a scene in this movie where the monster was stalking the rooms of the abandoned cabin for the hapless protagonists, this was it. Ironic that Scott would be the monster instead of me.

I remembered just constantly thinking, 'I'm dead'.

Scott entered the lounge, his entire silhouette taking up the doorframes. With so little light coming in from that part, his blazing blue eyes shone ominously against the shadow of his mostly dark, looming body. His eyebrows shot up and his jaw fell open in shock. "Barry!"

He bounded over, having to duck under the door frame to fit. His feet were covered in dirt and mud caked his calves. A few leaves were stuck to his fur but he was otherwise rather well-groomed. The only piece of clothing he wore was a red and black flannel shirt which actually hung more like a vest with its sleeves torn off that barely fell halfway down his abdomen. This left thick belly and hairy chest for all to see.

Seriously, how the fuck could he be so hot even with that look of worry on his face?

Scott fell to his knees right next to the unconscious therapist, keeping his massive paws away from the unconscious man as I continued to dab the side of his face.

"What happened?" Scott demanded. "Did he stumble into one of my traps?"

There was my out. It would be so easy to claim that Doctor Bartholomew Price didn't actually know Scott that well and had, in fact, fallen for a trap. Anything he claimed that happened after he entered the house could be explained away as delusion or loss of memory. I could have been the hero that heard him ride up and one of the traps trigger...

No. No more lies. Lying to myself got me cursed in the first place and clearly Scott was hiding something about Barry from me. That hurt and perhaps there was some part of me that had lashed out at Barry for that little betrayal.

"I hit him with a pan," I admitted.

"What?" Scott demanded, more confused than angry. "Why?"

"I didn't know who he was. Not really. He said he was your doctor and then he started talking about all this childhood trauma. I left the door open, he stepped inside and I panicked. He seemed to know you really well."

"Of course he does. He's my best friend and therapist." His statement hurt more than I expected it to.

"I honestly thought Barry was actually some guy you knew that just helped you set up this place. Like a construction worker buddy or another prepper. Not your..." My voice trailed off.

Scott let out a soft sigh as Barry stirred. We watched the bespectacled man for a few moments but when he didn't wake, Scott turned to me.

"My family is fucked up," he admitted. "But my parents more so than anyone else. I have a brother who managed to escape all that bullshit. He was trying to get me out of their influenced and recommended Barry to me. The reason I'm actually out here, hunkering down for the apocalypse and not locked in some church accusing everyone of being sinners and screaming about the end times is because of Barry."

The pieces were falling into place. In order to save Scott from the machinations and manipulations of his parents who had traumatized the stud of a man, Barry had been working with the prepper to gradually believe in humanity again. First step was to get him away from the influence of his toxic parents. Coming here, out in the middle of the woods, gave Scott time to heal. Barry would constantly visit to help ease Scott back into the folds of society.

Really, the reason Scott didn't kill me the first time he saw me or went on some insane rant about aliens and the apocalypse was because Barry had tempered those paranoid delusions.

And I just hit the guy with a 12'inch cast iron pan.

Fuck my luck.

Barry stirred, his eyelids fluttering.

"He's coming to!" I exclaimed, immediately retreating to avoid any acts of vengeance. Scott moved to block me from view and likely to make sure that he was the first thing that Barry saw when he awoke. Self-preservation instincts said that was a good idea but that was when I remembered that big, furry, muscle badgers were not a common thing in this world and when Barry woke to see Scott...

Barry's brown eyes fluttered open.

Too late.

His vision began to focus and he reached up to adjust his glasses. "Wh... what...?"

"Barry!" Scott exclaimed. "You're awake! You're okay!" The big, hairy badger threw his arms around his therapist, scooping him up in his arms and holding him tightly.

Jealousy reared its ugly head again. Were they just therapist and client? Would a therapist go out of their way to drive out in the middle of nowhere and risk booby traps just to spend an hour with one of their clients? Would a client hold their therapist so close with such relief in their voice?

Why did I feel so jealous?

Barry lifted his arms and I immediately gripped the makeshift bag of ice in my hands, ready to hurl it should the therapist try to do something to harm Scott. To my utter surprise, Barry rested his hands against the broad back of the badger and patted it tentatively while giving me a puzzled look.

"There... there...?" he asked.

Scott pulled away from Barry, holding him out at arm's length with a broad grin on his face. Then those features fell. "Oh shit... You don't recognize me!" He placed both paws on his broad, bare chest. "It's me! Scott Woolsey!"

Barry lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head downward a little so that he was peering up at the badger from the rim of his glasses. "Are you sure...?"

The towering bestial prepper puffed out his chest. "Ooooh boy. That'll take some explaining. First, let me introduce you to Duke Gray." He gestured for me to step forward. "He's the one that hit you and knocked you unconscious but he's really sorry. Aren't you, Duke?"

Christ, it was like being back in grade school when I was being forced to apologize to some other kid by the teachers.

"Sorry," I mumbled, holding up a hand in apology. "I was just a little spooked when you stepped into the house like you owned the place."

"No harm done, I suppose," said Barry, rubbing the side of his cheek. He winced as his fingers grazed the swelling there. "Now, if you would please explain to me exactly what happened?"

Scott and I traded opportunities to explain our situation with me starting with the drunken ritual and my transformation. Once again, I omitted Anodyne's presence. Similarly, I didn't tell either of them about my running theory that the only reason I managed to revert back into a human was because, by transforming Scott, I had freed him of his preconceptions and thus freed me of any of his judgment. That all still seemed incredibly far-fetched to me. Way too philosophical too. Like the universe was trying to teach me a lesson. Too much plot and not enough porn.

Why couldn't it be as simple as I became a human because I transformed Scott in an orgasmic fashion? Well... maybe it was... though it doesn't make much sense to be honest. One of my kinks is to transform others so if the curse was punishing me for all my desires, why give me this opening?

That musing was left out in my recap.

Scott took over from the point where he found me. To both Barry and my surprise, he outwardly announced and proudly claimed that he face-fucked me the first few minutes we met. Barry had some questions around that but we both blamed it to the curse going haywire as it had been fifteen days since I had been turned and it likely had been built up at that point. That didn't deter Scott from recounting in rather vivid detail of our escapade in the shower or how we barely made it through dinner before I fucked him and turned him into a badger while I became human again.

The judgment in Barry's eyes was enough to turn me to ash. His gaze was smoldering and though his features were still and a mask of professionalism, I could just feel all the opinions he was forming about me in that psychologist's brain of his. I was a homewrecker. I was a mooch. I was a predator. I drove Scott from one extreme to the other.

"Well?" Scott asked, at the conclusion of our recounting. "What do you think?"

Barry pressed his fingers together, tenting them for a moment and pressing them against his bottom lip. For a long moment, he stared into the space between us. After a long breath, he said, "If you had come to me with this story and you were _not_an eight-foot tall badger, I would recommend you be committed. However, I have no doubt that you are indeed the Scott Woolsey that I have treated for the better part of seven years. What I have doubts, about, however, is your current mental state."

Here we go.

Barry's sharp, brown eyes shifted directly to me. "No man, regardless of how... transformative their recent experiences, could have changed so quickly overnight. His psychological shift from moody, anti-social, paranoid loner to a well-adjusted, confident, homosexual man who isn't afraid of touching other people is completely unprecedented."

I glanced over at Scott. "You were afraid of touching people?"

The badger avoided my gaze, finding something to focus on the ceiling that was just inches from his face. "I wasn't afraid. Just I didn't find any reason to make physical contact with people if they were going to die in the apocalypse. Why open yourself to making the leap from a physical connection to an emotional one when it'll all be for nothing?"

Grim. It also served as a reminder that I really didn't know Scott that well. We literally just met and fucked around for a few days. Not quite a one-night stand but also more than just a casual fling. Fuck buddies? No... More like members of an adventuring troupe trying to defeat the big bad if they also slept together because that was how they recharged their abilities.

"Regardless," Barry said, rubbing the back of his neck, "that kind of emotional evolution is far too fast that I think I may have gotten whiplash from just witnessing it."

"You sure that wasn't just me hitting you with a pan?" I offered. Scott slapped the back of my head lightly.

"You joke but I have sincere doubts about you as well," confessed the therapist. "I fear that your 'curse' may have twisted Scott to be your - excuse the crass terminology - fuckboy."

"Hey!" Scott protested, shoving a thumb between his pectorals. "I like dick. There's nothing that can change that."

"But previously you never expressed any interest in any sexual activity," pressed Barry. "As your therapist, I find this awakening extremely disturbing." He held up his left hand. "On the one hand, I'm pleased that you are evolving and have started to see the value of physical intimacy." Then he raised his right hand. "But on the other, I'm deeply concerned that you're being shoehorned into one path because the only partner you've had thus far is a gay male."

A flash of doubt crawled onto Scott's features and I suddenly felt incredibly protective of him.

"Hey man," I growled. "Scott isn't being tied to your labels. He's free. Truly free. If he wanted to stick his dick in a woman, he's free to. He's just shed the societal norms that have been restrictive to him and gone back to basics."

Barry cocked an eyebrow at him, the judgment in his eyes like lasers piercing into my soul. ""Restrictive societal norms, you say?"

I refused to waver and held up a mirror to his scathing stare. "Yeah. Like the religious, hypocritical, self-hating bullshit that his parents enforced upon him. The fear of being judged based on who he fucks around with or even the stigma of sleeping around with different people because he'd be considered a slut or a whore. Most of all, this idea that something is wrong with him because he's not like everyone else."

I threw my arms wide beside me. "Let everyone just be who they want to be, man! Why do we have to conform?"

Barry sighed heavily and shook his head miserably. "Spoken like a true college student that has yet to experience the true weight of the world, shielded as you are in your dorms and quads." He lifted his head, straightening up. Even though he was seated in a sunken couch and I was standing, he seemed to stand taller than me. "Even as you face the consequences of your actions from this curse, you _still_cling to this idealistic perspective that you are free of repercussions."

"What makes you think that I'm 'free of repercussions'? I'm the one that gets turned into a beast!"

Not to mention that everyone else gets to play out my greatest fantasies while I_get to play second fiddle. It's the ultimate cuckolding and - yes, that can be hot - every kink needs to be cycled out and other avenues explored. Probably one of the reasons why I had so many turn-ons. Fapping to the same thing over and over again can get boring so there's no shame in finding something _else to enjoy yourself to. Kinks are like trees. They branch out and you get to enjoy the fruit at the end but after feasting, you're going to have to give it a rest and move to a different branch or you'll starve yourself waiting for it to bear fruit again.

"Have you thought about how this will affect Scott?" snapped Barry, gesturing towards his client and the currently enormous badger. "Have you given thought to how he will integrate with normal society as an eight foot badger-man? Have you considered what people will think of him? What the government will do to him?"

Each rhetorical question was a crippling punch to the gut wreathed in the seething flames of scorn and serrated spikes of truth. I had been so wrapped up in the fantasy of having this hunky, hairy, badger lumberjack all to myself that I failed to see beyond the monster cock that I got to play with multiple times a day.

My own thoughts came back to haunt me. What will happen to Scott when - not if, when - I left to find a way to cure this curse. Do I take him with him and hide him from everyone? How am I going to get him across the border? Do I pretend he's the biggest badger in the world ever, make him pretend to walk on all fours, put a collar on him and use that as an excuse to cross the border back to Alaska? Or do I leave him here?

Barry lifted a finger before I could respond. "And don't you dare justify you callous disregard for his welfare by claiming that he's perfectly comfortable being alone and the risk of him being discovered is negligible. You're intelligent enough to acknowledge that a solitary lifestyle is not healthy especially now that he's apparently dived into a wild homosexual relationship based entirely on sex."

Bam. Another punch to the gut and this time, I physically felt it. My hands migrated to my stomach, protecting myself from the oncoming assault. The damage was done, though. A pit of guilt and fear had formed in my stomach and was gnawing at my insides.

"Hey!" Scott protested. "You make me sound like a whore."

The therapist's expression shifted to one of pity and he adjusted his glasses slightly. "I'm sorry, Scott. That's not what I intended. My ire was directed at_him_." He pointed accusingly at me. "This entire scenario, while absolutely bizarre, obviously has a kernel of truth given your current physical condition. I won't even pretend to understand it all but what I can understand is he's somehow twisted your mind and set you down a self-destructive path." He reached out towards Scott, gently gripping his arm. "If what you both say is true, then it isn't that you've been freed but you've had your empathy taken from you."

"My empathy...?"

"Yes. Your ability to understand and share the feelings of others. You've lost all regard for everyone else. You've taken this approach that no one else matters apart from yourself. You've become solely focused on what you want." Barry made slicing motions through the air. "Humanity cannot exist alone. We are a social creatures and it is our ability to cooperate and understand one another that has gotten us this far."

Scott yanked his arm away from Barry, growling at him. "Yeah, fat load of good that's done for us as a species. We've got wars that leave people homeless, judgmental pricks who try to force their kids to live lives they can't and nosy assholes who think they know how better to live someone else's life." He took a step away from his therapist, glowering down at the seated man. "Nah, Barry. All Duke has done is given me more perspective. Finally let me understand who I am. Doesn't mean I don't care about people. Just means I now know which people I should care about."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't give a flying fuck about my parents or that cult that keeps telling people that they're worthless and shouldn't bother living a life because they're already damned. I don't care that my brother was concerned about me because all he's doing is trying to be my parents' enemy. He doesn't care about me. All he cares about is that he wins by taking me away from them."

"Scott, that's not -"

The badger took a step forward, looming over Barry and forcing him to retreat. "If George gave a damn about me, he would've come out here to visit and try to bring me back himself_instead of sending _you to do his job!"

Okay... ouch. Good point but still ouch. This was definitely not a conversation that needed me to act as a third wheel. Not to mention the initial salvo that Barry had unleashed continued to sting. Quietly while Scott was staring daggers at Barry, I slunk backwards and tried to make myself seem as small as possible. Wasn't hard compared to the immense Scott.

"You know that's not true," said Barry. "Your brother cares deeply about you."

"You see," accused Scott, waving the psychologists words away. "That's what I fucking hate about you people. You're telling me what I should know. You put words in my mouth. You're using these tricks to make me think that what I actually know isn't true. You're gaslighting me!" He jabbed a finger at his own chest. "My brother didn't do shit for years after he left. He didn't take me with him and the only time he did anything was when he knew it'd hurt my parents the most!"

The conversation was causing knots to form in my stomach. What was worse was when Barry threw me a scornful stare that set my cheeks afire with guilt. No matter how far I shuffled away, the therapist's baleful glare found me and turned me to ash all over again.

"Scott -" began Barry.

"No! Don't even try, Barry! You've know my family for all of seven years. I've lived with them for thirty-three! You tell me who knows them better."

Couldn't fault him for that but I had to yield some ground to Barry. He was only trying to help... I shuffled back, that pit in my stomach growing bigger and the wound widening. Scott talked so fondly about Barry and now I had driven a wedge between them. Was I just causing more damage to Scott's life?

I felt like shit.

To his credit, Barry remained collected even in the face of a raging badger. "In my professional opinion -"

"Shut the fuck up about your degrees and years of experience in the field. You haven't experienced anything like this! When was the last time you stared down a badger with a dick this big!?"

For a second, Barry's lips twisted upwards. "My wife when she divorced me."

That caught Scott off-guard and the snort-choke-laugh I let out brought both of their gazes to me momentarily.

"She was a real bitch," Barry confided. "Perhaps it was my fault for trying to constantly apply my work to my home life but that is neither here nor there." He lifted his gaze and gave Scott a soothing smile. "This is certainly a new experience. So please, help me understand, Scott. Help me come to grips with your sudden personality shift and your open acceptance for a surreal situation. Any normal person would be in a stage of anger or confusion at the moment. Yet you're embraced your 'badger-ness' so well."

Scott crossed his arms and took a step back away from Barry. "Maybe it's because I'm just a Hufflepuff."

For a second, Barry eased his assault and a pensive look crossed his features. "Harry Potter. Some could consider it the tale of a young man growing up in the shadow of a destiny that was never his to begin with..."

"... and still making it his own," agreed Scott. "You're the one that encouraged me to read those books even though my parents considered them 'heretical'." The big badger's shoulder relaxed, slumping forward slightly. "Look, Barry. Maybe there's some weird mind voodoo going on here. Hypnosis. Brainwashing. I honestly don't care. For the first time in my life, I'm happy when I see the guy in the mirror. I'm comfortable in my own skin. I'm not hating myself for being born. I'm not seeing some sack of shit that's not worth saving and constantly trying to make up for a sin that I had nothing to do with." He glanced towards me, offering a light smile that eased the burning in my cheeks; the ice to Barry's fire. "For the first time in my life, I'm not just a product of my parents' religion." He turned back to Barry, grinning brightly. "I'm Scott Woolsey."

Fuck me if this was any cornier I'd never stop shitting kernels. But at the same time, I felt a swell of pride rise up from my squirming gut. Scott had found himself. It just took being turned into a sexy as fuck badger for that to happen.

That did make me wonder, though, if it would be the same for everyone.

"I cannot fault you for such a revelation," chuckled Barry softly. There was a pang of... disappointment in his voice. "On some level, that's all I ever wanted from you as your therapist. I am just... honestly surprised this was what was needed to make that happen."

"He's jealous,"_Anodyne observed. _"Not only was the key to Scott's psychological enlightenment something that he didn't think of, but it was also something that was so far out of reach that he is wondering if the past seven years were even worth his time and effort."

"I just have to ask," continued the therapist, adjusting his glasses. "Are you truly a homosexual?"

Scott shrugged. "Honestly? I don't really know. I just want to fuck. Been repressed for most of my life trying to make myself 'worthy' of something impossible to achieve that I thought if I avoided sex in any way, that'd make me 'pure' somehow. Now, all that is just rushing out. I'll fuck Duke. I'll fuck a log. Hell, if _you_want to fool around, I'll be up to that."

Barry laughed heartily. Might have just been my imagination and deprived mind trying to find something in that small gesture because of how badly my stomach hurt but I could have sworn there was this little bit of... _something_in that laugh.

"You are still my client, Scott. That would be against my ethics."

"Fuck ethics. That kind of bullshit is what locked me into thinking I wasn't worthy of getting my dick wet! Strip down, Barry! Let me suck your dick!" Of course, being Scott, he didn't actually make any advances. His blunt nature was just what made him endearing. "Hell, I bet I can do it better than your bitch of an ex-wife!"

The resolution to the conflict between the two eased the pressure in my chest though my stomach was still growling at me. All the excitement had pumped so much adrenaline through my body that all my energy reserves had been eaten. Now that things were calming down again, my system was screaming at me that I needed nourishment.

"Now that everyone is buddies again," I said, clapping my hands together. "I don't suppose anyone is hungry?" As a joke, I lifted the borrowed shirt I wore. "I'm dying of hunger here."

Scott's grin immediately faded and Barry's eyes boggled. Their looks both confused and terrified me.

"What?" I asked, looking down at my stomach. "Is there something..."

My voice trailed off as blue fur began spreading up from my waistline.

I was transforming again.

"Oh shit..."

I braced myself for the inevitable pain of the change, the euphoric release of my bones reshaping itself and my body taking on the form that was once more my true self. To feel the muscles burst from my flimsy frame, the claws erupt from my fingertips and to let out a howl as my lupine features took over. Of course, the volcanic eruption of my seed from the tip of my eighteen-inch cock would cap it all off like the proverbial whipped topping with a cherry on a monstrous sundae.

Strangely, I think I missed my tail the most. I couldn't wait to feel that spear of flesh poke out of my tail bone, burst free of my pants and stand erect like another cock that's hard as fuck and I can whip around in people's faces.

...

Ha! Nope!

Remember? The curse gives everyone else the pleasure of the orgasmic change I crave.

Me?

I just fucking blacked out.

?

It was the clatter of metal on metal that woke me; tiny little, metal birds chirping away right by my ears. A soft grump and a shift in weight was followed by the loud groan of the bunk bed beneath me. Clearly, these beds were not built for the weight of a beast. Let alone two. Good thing Scott and did our constant fucking elsewhere.

That clanking caused my ears to flick in annoyance, forcing my eyes open. Afternoon sunlight blared through the windows. With a groan, I instinctively rolled over in the bed away from the window. My vision settled on the grim features of Doctor Bartholomew Price who was currently sitting on the edge of the adjacent bed, hands clasped together and fully clothed.

I don't know why the 'fully clothed' part was what disappointment me the most.

"You look like you have something to say," I growled, remaining on my side and with the pillow firmly pressed up against my cheek.

"Easy, Duke,"_warned Anodyne. _"You're not here to make enemies. In this world, you are still severely outnumbered."

A valid point even though it was one I would agree to begrudgingly. Still, I couldn't take back what was said and there was no way in hell I was going to apologize for what I had done to Scott. He was happier now.

Wasn't he?

"I would like to apologize," began Barry at length. "What I said was extremely judgmental and frankly unprofessional." He raised a hand. "Now before you say anything about my failing marriage and how I brought my work into my home life and that is what brought the downfall of said marriage, I'd like to clarify that this was not a social call. This was a professional engagement where I came here fully intending to help Scott through his mental trauma."

"I do not believe him."

Neither did I.

"Bullshit," I claimed, sending a surprised bolt of lightning through him. "You did not drive... what? One? Two hours just to come here for one patient." I sat up, immediately brushing my horns against the underside of the top bunk. Definitely too big to just sit up in the bed. I stood up, looming over him. Looking and feeling more intimidating than I had ever felt in my life.

Is this how high school bullies that hit puberty early and get into the football team feel like?

"Let's do the math here," I said, holding up a finger. "Therapists take one hour with their clients minimum." I held up another finger. "Say it only takes you an hour to get here." Then I held up another finger. "And then it's another hour to get back. That's not accounting for traffic, extra time or whatever other stuff might come up. You've basically_lost an entire day. You don't need to be a business major to know that is _bad for business."

Barry lifted his head indignantly. "How perceptive. But what exactly are you suggesting?"

"That your visits here are more than just for a client."

"Ask him about Harry Potter," urged Anodyne. "The moment Scott mentioned it, he visibly defused."

"It has something to do with that Harry Potter thing that Scott mentioned, doesn't it?" I pressed. "What's the story behind that?"

As Anodyne predicted, Barry visibly lost his bluster and lowered his gaze. "I suppose it does." A soft laugh escaped his lips. "It's funny. You spend so long psychoanalyzing other people that you seldom have the chance to self-reflect on your own flaws and short-comings"

More like short-cummings! Because all of my fantasies are now being experienced by others and I just get to be a side-character in their blissful release?

Shit. I made myself sad... and soft.

"So what's the story?" I asked.

Scott was tightly leashed as a child by his parents. They controlled everything he read, did and sometimes, even what he said. It was a contradictory mess of constant denigration and unachievable expectations. One day, they would accuse Scott of not being good enough to try out for the football team and the next they would be telling him not to waste his time with said football team because it was a demonic mix of gambling, physical abuse and capitalistic propaganda that only served the patriarchy. The poor confused Scott ended up developing a morose opinion of the world where nothing was worth doing and everything was worthless.

"It was a severe case of ennui," clarified Barry. "The only books Constance and Caesar Woolsey actually ever let him read were their religion's sacred texts."

"What religion is this, anyway?"

Even the therapist made a sour expression as he said, "The Church of the Apocalyptic Road."

I shouldn't have been surprised and yet when mention of the CAR came up, I couldn't help but recall those ridiculous memes of members of the doomsday religion being run over by actual cars. The reality is, the Church of the Apocalyptic Road was an enormous cash scam. Several 'prophets' of the apocalypse and end of the world came together and decided that they could actually seem legitimate if they formed an actual religion. They made themselves to be the 'saviors of humanity' by constantly churning out these sermons that the apocalypse can only be averted by another week if everyone donated a certain amount of money. They all realized that the one thing that really ended their 'jobs' as doomsday prophets the lack of evidence or even events when their predicted date came. So, they decided to change up the formula.

Capitalize on the lack of payoff. Tell everyone that the reason that the world didn't end was because they did exactly as they were told. Convince everyone that they were saviors of humanity while simultaneously keeping them humble by telling them they were in constant danger of being wiped out because the rest of humanity was sinful and far too opulent.

On paper, it was brilliant.

One would think in this day and age, people would recognize the scam and yet, hundreds of thousands flocked to them. They sold off their possessions in the utter belief that the only way to save mankind and live another week was to not have anything of value and give everything they could to the church. This built its members to have this mentality that everyone and everything was evil and by shedding their worldly possessions, they would save the world. Their sacrifices is what saved the world and they had a sacred duty to do uphold the tenets of the Church while trying to recruit more people. Everyone else who didn't believe as they did were trying to bring about the end of the world.

There were a few Netflix specials on them and even a few celebrities came out of the Church to profess its lies while exposing the techniques they used to entrap people. And yet, even now, people poured millions into the CAR and they couldn't be taxed because, technically, they were a religion.

"One of these days, there's going to be a natural disaster or crisis that they can't capitalize on," I huffed.

"The worst has to be that earthquake in Japan," Barry agreed. "Hundreds died and yet, the Church said Japan deserved it for their 'technological hubris and sinful capitalism'. The only way to save them from further disaster was for humanity to sacrifice all they had."

"It's kind of like the socialist equivalent of Buddhism."

He laughed at that and nodded. "Anyway. Scott's parents didn't approve of any sort of reading outside of the Church as they thoroughly believed that it was worthless knowledge. Fiction books, they claimed, were just a form of money-making that pollutes people's minds with useless fantasies and information."

I kept my mouth shut on that given how my 'fantasies' are what led to my current situation. Not to mention I had some rather childish moments when I changed every instance of the word 'wand' into 'wang' in Harry Potter novels and giggled at the results. Oh and don't get me started on those centaurs!

"I felt that Scott needed to broaden his horizons and actually see a world outside of the lens of gloom and doom that his parents have put over his eyes," continued Barry. "In much the same way, Harry Potter's journey started in an abusive scenario that eventually got better. I thought that he would see himself in the protagonist. Harry pretty much escaped the yolk of his uncle and aunt as well as the heavy burden put on him by everyone else's expectations. Much the same path I had hoped for Scott."

"I don't think it worked as well as you thought it would."

Barry shook his head. "It was... somewhat successful. Scott enjoyed the books and still does to this day. He recognized his parents for the monsters that they are and actually set off on his own path. It did not however, fully lead him to a mature and healthy mental state. I hoped he would approach the world in a new light, embrace new experiences and meet new people to enrich his perspective. Instead..."

I waved at the bunk beds around us. "He came out here. Built himself a bomb shelter with the full expectation that the world is going to end in 2056 and he would be the savior of humanity by getting them all to come here after things have settled down."

All things considered, my spiel about restarting humanity as monsters or superhumans probably inadvertently preyed on Scott's messiah-complex. A pang of guilt hit me. Thankfully, it wasn't as gut wrenching as earlier when I was starting to transform.

"Indeed," sighed Barry. "I blamed myself for this and, yes, though I basically lose a day of work, I come here every few weeks just to make sure he's still alive and doing fine. I don't charge him for my time nor do I invade his privacy. I just want to make sure I atone for my mistakes." Barry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Unfortunately, I made it about me. I was only doing this to make me happy. To atone for _my_mistakes. What I failed to realize was that Scott has his own life and own path to follow. I was no better than his parents."

With a soft 'hup', the therapist patted his knees, got up, adjusted his bowtie and puffed out his chest. "So, as of today, I'm not going to be his therapist anymore. You've done more for him than I did in seven years, Duke. For that, you have my thanks. I'm going to leave now and wish you both the best of luck."

That was sweet, mature and honestly not what I was expecting.

Yeah... I didn't buy it.

"Right," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "So at what point are you going to stop over and fuck him now that he isn't your client?"

Barry went rigid. "I - I - I'm sorry!?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Please. You know you're not just going to walk away after all this time and he's not just going to let you go that easily either. You made the trip here more than for your own guilt. Hell, you had construction materials at the back of your pickup truck. That is above and beyond what a therapist should do." A lewd grin crossed my features. "You like him, don't you?"

He retreated, lifting at arm across his chest like he was going to block a body blow from me. "I... Of course not! Our relationship was strictly -"

"Professional?" I teased, sticking out my tongue. "So what? Now that he won't be your client, you fully expect him to tell you not to just leave it at that and you'll come back one day, find me and him coiled around each other like a cum-covered pretzel, get the invitation to join in and face fuck me while screaming about your bitch of an ex-wife?"

His left eye twitched. "You... have an overactive imagination."

"No. I'm just a kinky fucker. That's honestly hot and I won't blame you for it. What I will blame you for is not being honest with yourself."

_"Kettle, meet pot,"_Anodyne jabbed.

"I got into this mess because I wasn't honest with what I wanted in life," I continued. "Scott was the same. You? You're no different. Just stop beating around the bush, pull your pants down and fuck him already. He's a total power bottom."

Barry's cheeks turned red. Not sure if it was out of fury or embarrassment. "I will not stand here and take this... this... humiliation."

"Fine."

I grabbed the edge of the bed and dragged it all the way towards the window, patting the mattress as I finished. "How about you sit here and watch me fuck Scott, then? Tissues are in the bathroom."

"I will do no such thing!"

"Then join us." I strode past him, tail swishing confidently behind me. "Because you and I both know you are not going to walk away and leave."

With that, I stepped out of the door, ducking under the frame and immediately started heading down the stairs. It was only at the bottom of such stairs that it dawned on me... that was the most insightful I had ever been in my entire life. I had just deconstructed a fucking psychologist! What little pride I had immediately gave way to abject horror when I realized...

... I was in another one of my porn fantasies.

"Ooooooh shit..." I murmured, stopping at the base of the steps. That metallic clanking echoed through the mostly empty house. Scott was just outside. I could see his big, meaty, furry arm coming down on what I could only assume was a trap that he was resetting.

"What?" Anodyne asked, shifting to my left arm now that no one was looking. "You held yourself very well up there."

"Yeah... but one of the hottest things that's ever crossed my mind, especially when I was pretty vanilla, was the idea of watching my best friend fucking a guy... then my friend notices me, teases me subtly about it and even gives me a wink as he's fucking the guy. I take it as an invitation and he... he..." My throat went dry as my cock started to get wet. "... shit... I'm going to end up changing Barry."

For a second, Anodyne was silent.

"I have reservations about changing another person but we need to confirm your suspicions on what will turn you back. Thus far, we only have one instance of you being able to revert back to a human. Similarly, we don't know what triggered your transformation back into a beast. Was it stress? Arousal? Guilt?"

I threw a ferocious look at the sentient tattoo. "So you're saying I change him without any idea if they will ever change back or even any consideration to how he'll deal with his new form?"

"I've said it before. I'm not here to advise you on what is moral or immoral. My primary concern is making sure you remain human for as long as possible."

Even if that meant killing myself as a human. That was a grim thought. Still, if there was anyone that was mature enough or thoughtful enough to make it through the transformation, it would be Doctor Bartholomew Price. At the same time, it gave me an out. I wasn't going to stick around forever with Scott. I needed to get back to my friends and find a way to reverse this curse. I couldn't do that if I was constantly worrying about Scott getting caught or found out by some random tourist. If Barry was here with him, they could work together to avoid being found. Plus they wouldn't be lonely and Barry could finally act on what was growing to be a romantic relationship.

Everyone wins.

Sort of.

That miniature pep-talk and the rising pulses from my groin led me out to the front yard like the goddamn horny magnet that it is. There was no time to think of what to say to Scott to get him to fuck around with me as by the time I had opened the door, I was met by a rather shocking sight.

The sheltered, loner, doomsday prepper was dissembling the various traps he had laid out all over the place. That metallic clinking that had remained a persistent reminder of reality was him pulling apart the triggers and hazards that were laid out in the front lawn and around the property. The rough metal palisade and spikes jutting from the windows remained... for now.

It was possible to hear the record scratch abruptly ending the sultry porn music. Not that I didn't like the sight of a sweaty, 8-foot badger with every curve of his musculature highlighted by the afternoon sun but the sheer surprise of the situation yanked me from whatever fantasy was currently playing and filled me with curiosity.

"What are you doing?" I asked, padding forward towards where he was crouched by the gravel driveway. There were dozens of traps already disassembled. Some of them looked rather... vicious. I swear there was a claymore mine sitting a few feet away; disabled of course. Barry's truck sat a short distance away, its tailpipe and bed facing the house. All the tools and materials that the therapist had brought with him had been taken off and looks like it had been used to help in the disassembly.

Scott stood up, wiping his brow with the back of his hairy paw. "While we were yelling at each other, I kind of came to the realization that it's pretty stupid to have traps around me right now. I mean, at this stage I _want_people to come to me. There's no point if they find this place and end up getting maimed by my traps."

I casually leaned against one of the pole holding up the porch. Though the moment I heard the wood start to creak, I eased my weight off it. "I suppose that's true. No point fucking someone that's bleeding out."

"That's not what I meant," he laughed. Turning towards the edge of the clearing, he said, "I came to this realization that my parents' brainwashing ran a little deeper than I thought." A long breath left his lips. "I kept telling myself that I was preparing for the apocalypse. That I'd be some savior or something by giving people a place to live and restarting humanity from scratch. But really..." He turned back towards me with a lopsided smile. "Could I even stand other people?"

He gestured at the hidden traps around him. "Seriously. I think it spoke volumes that I had all this shit sitting around before the world ended."

I don't know if I could take credit for his enlightenment but a part of him was relieved at his emotional maturity. Take that Doctor Bartholomew Price.

"I'm glad you came to peace with yourself," I said. "Now I'm wondering if you could help me with my problem."

He eyed me with a smirk, crossing his arms so that he showed off as much of his glistening form as possible. "You want to fuck this?"

"Yes."

"Be honest with him,"_warned Anodyne. _"If and when_he figures out that you had sexual relations with him to get a rise out of Barry_ and infect him, you will likely damage your relationship with him and sabotage your own goal of figuring out this curse."

Fuck it if he wasn't right. I don't think I've ever watched any porn with a sentient tattoo playing both Devil's Advocate and Shoulder Angel at the same time.

"I've got this theory that I want to test about my curse," I admit. "I'm pretty sure now that I'm the beast again, I'm going to turn Barry. He's watching us from the window right now." I hiked a thumb over my shoulder at the window on the second floor. "I'm pretty sure the fantasy playing out right now is a bit of voyeurism, emotional connection and an eventual threesome. If I'm right, he's going to get off and he'll start to transform."

"What kind of fantasy is this?" Scott asked, cocking an eyebrow at me though I didn't miss his cock slowly rising.

"The one where the closeted protagonist spies his best friend sleeping with another hot guy, watches them from a distance and slowly comes to his own sexual awakening because of the emotional ties to said friend. It's one of my more vanilla fantasies."

"Cuckolding is one of your more vanilla fantasies?" he laughed.

"You do not want to go down that rabbit hole." I approached him, wrapping my paws around his waist while our cocks slowly grew hotter and raced to see which one could get more erect. "So we doing this or what?"

He grinned savagely and spared a glance over my shoulder at the upstairs window. "Let's put on a show for my therapist."

Without much more fanfare, our lips clashed in wild, sloppy kisses. We were moaning within seconds, loud enough that I was pretty sure some nearby wildlife bolted in surprise. He tasted salty, the smell of his musky sweat invading my nostrils while leaving that faint tingle of pine. I could smell his arousal and every part of me wanted to immediately stop with the foreplay and choke on his dick.

Yet I didn't.

My paws groped his ass and his ran over the ridges of my back but I didn't fall to my knees and swallow his cock like it was a life-giving intubation tube. Lust ached from groin especially where our big balls were pressed against one another. Precum was dripping from our members like leaky faucets, running down the twin shafts and already pooling at our feet. When he flexed his pectorals at me, I let out an uncharacteristically feminine whine. To make up for it, I squeezed his ass tighter, my claws coming out of their sheaths and digging into his flesh lightly. He broke our kiss and arched his neck. I went for the throat, grasping his jugular lightly in my fangs - careful not to impale him with my horns - and nibbling on the sensitive, furry flesh there.

We were balls deep in the fantasy now. How do I know? Well, first of all, this is probably the first time either of us have done an extensive make-out session as beasts and somehow we both managed to lock lips expertly and go tonsil diving without the awkward dance of trying to figure out what was comfortable. Yes, that happens even in porn. Even amateur porn. It's called editing, my hornies!

Secondly, it was a miracle that I didn't pierce his eyes with my horns considering I had this body for only about three days or choke on a hairball as I suckled on his neck. Badgers shed. All furry animals do. The amount of suckling I was doing would have any normal man coughing up hairballs.

Yet none of that happened.

Because it would break the immersion... and I was fairly sure we dancing to Barry's tune. Don't ask me how I knew. But the fact that I couldn't go straight into the nasty deed gave me the nagging suspicion I was not going to cum until the therapist did.

Like a light switch had just been turned on, Scott suddenly pushed me away and took a step away. He gave me a 'come-hither' look and turned to position himself onto the bed of Barry's pickup. The badger reached back and split his cheeks apart, revealing the pink pucker between.

My cock spurted in joy like a Fourth of July sparkler.

Only_then_ did I fall to my knees and I immediately buried my muzzle into the musky hole, taking in the raw scent of his absolutely sexy woodsman like a man coming up for air after having lost his scuba gear in the middle of the ocean. My tongue lanced out, poking at the sensitive ring of flesh while my paws ran up and down the taut hamstrings, feeling the absolute power they held. Even with my cock unattended, it throbbed and splashed streams of precum into the underside of Barry's truck.

I don't know if it was just insulting that we were fucking on his vehicle or absolutely hot but now that my suspicions were confirmed, I let go of the intelligent part of my mind and threw myself into the fantasy.

My tongue ran laps around the rim of Scott's hole, first going clockwise for three laps and then counterclockwise for another three. The change of direction made him let out a choking gasp. His hands moved away from his glutes, handing the task of keeping him open to me while he gripped the edges of the truck's bed for stability. Metal creaked under his grip. I could only guess that he was strong enough to bend the chassis.

Fuck that's hot.

I signaled my desire to penetrate him by pushing my tongue into his hole, burying my ass deeper into his ass and lubricating my inevitable entry with my own saliva. Scott arched his back and threw his head back.

"Fuck yes!" he roared. "Eat that ass! Come on!" He reached back, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deeper into him. God I love how aggressive he can be. The growl that rose from my throat was definitely one of unquestioning approval.

I don't know what made me do it. I was too consumed by the moment to really think about doing anything else but writing my name with my tongue in Scott's anal cavity. Yet, my right paw rose up and -

Smack!

... slapped his ass hard.

"Oh fuck!" Scott squealed, almost girlishly. I instinctively looked up, pausing my moment of anal tongue play to regard him in concern. He was looking over his shoulder, his cheeks burning bright red past the white markings on his cheek. Eyes glazed with lust, he was biting his lower lip. That little nod of his told me he wanted more.

Much more.

Coming right up.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

I alternated paws, making sure each glute got equal amounts of attention. Each strike caused him to buck. The entire truck heaved as his weight was thrown against the vehicle with his bucking. The cries he emitted grew louder and louder.

"Yes! Harder, you fuck!"

Smack!

"That's it! Oh yeah!"

He had to let go of my head as he had to use both his paws once more to grip onto the bed. Enough of his precum had been produced that it was pouring down the back of the pickup.

Smack! Smack!

"Just fuck me already!" he roared.

And just like that, I was on my feet and spitting onto my huge, eighteen-inch member just to make sure every inch was lubricated. I pushed Scott's well-tenderized ass wide open and pierced it with my dick. There was an urgency in my thrusts. I just knew that Barry was on the edge, he was about to cum so we had to reach our climax just as quickly.

There was a bit of resistance as I pushed deep into Scott at about the half-way mark and that was when I began thrusting in earnest. Barry's desperation to cum combined with my own unbridled desire sent both me and Scott into a frenzy of thrusting and grunting. Loud, wet smacking filled the clearing. Scott's howls of ecstasy were accompanied by the groaning and grinding of the truck as it struggled to take both of our weight.

"Goddamnit!" Scott screamed. "Yes! Yes! Fuck I need this!"

I pushed ten inches into him. Now I could clearly see where his tight grip had twisted the metal of the pickup bed. Goddamn he's strong. The mountains of his back bunched with each one of my thrusts and every time I pulled back, his ass would clench, showing off the curves of his glutes and a stream of precum gushing out.

"Give it to me! Deeper! Deeper!"

Eleven inches through and I gripped his powerful muscle gut for support. His abs were clenched. Despite the soft layer of fat, he was like a wrecking ball; strong, impenetrable and impossibly hard. Every time I thrust, his cock slapped up against his belly and spewed a fresh blast of milky-white precum onto the truck bed. It was a marvel that our feet still found purchase on the ground as it grew muddy from all our pre-seminal fluids.

"Oh..."

Twelve inches...

"... my...!"

....thirteen...

"... God!"

... fourteen!

Resistances were fading and now I was almost pressed completely against his back, my hot breath wafting down his neck and our lips hovering close to each other. Whatever else he was going to say was muffled when muzzles meshed together, our tongue darting between each other's throats as I pushed into the fifteen inch mark.

My balls were about to explode and I could feel his about to burst too.

Sixteen inches... and my inflated knot was sliding its way into his ass.

Seventeen and I was almost completely in.

Eighteen and pop... I was in.

Both of our eyes immediately snapped open and we stared at each other, frozen for a second. Then, he broke the kiss, threw his head back and let out an ear-shattering roar. I was too consumed by my own orgasm to even register the totally unlikely scenario that we would cum at the same time or the fact that just because a dog knotted with a mate, it doesn't automatically mean that they will cum.

Analysis would have to wait for later because everything in my brain was immediately washed away in a sea of cum that exploded from my balls, flooded up my shaft and erupted from the tip of my canine cock like a goddamn fire hose. Scott similarly let out his own torrent of seed. I swear, if he wasn't gripping onto the pickup truck like he was, we would have been thrown completely off and probably died on one of his traps. Thankfully, I held lightly onto his belly and he kept hold of the bed.

Metal screeched under his grip at our second blast as he pulled a chunk off the metal back, curling it backwards like a piece of rope. We both straightened a little, angling our dicks into the air and sending a shower of seed high into the air, coating the roof of the truck's cabin in a rain of white. Gravity pulled my dick deeper into Scott which caused him to ejaculate harder. He was clearing enjoying it based on his dazed features; eyes half-closed and tongue falling out from the corner of his muzzle.

All of his weight fell on me, however, and my legs had turned to jelly from all the blood rushing to my dick. We collapsed to the ground, squirming while our orgasms subsided. The grip I had around his belly turned to one that held on for dear life to affectionate cuddling and he turned his lips towards me to nuzzle my neck. His paws curled around mine. The quakes of our ejaculation faded. The silence of the clearing and the rapidly cooling afternoon washed over us.

I sighed softly, closing my eyes in satisfaction.

"Think we gave a good show?" whispered Scott.

"Even if we didn't, that was fucking fun," I chuckled softly. I opened one eye at him. "Hey... at any point did you feel like... I dunno... you weren't in control?"

"You were fucking and slapping me. I was your bitch. Of course I wasn't in control."

I rolled my open eye at him. "That's not what I meant. More like... Did it feel like when you came or... or when you told me to fuck you... it just came out of the blue?"

Scott frowned a little before shrugging. "I don't know... maybe. I mean, I guess some part of me wanted you to keep eating my ass or maybe suck my dick but I'm not complaining. Why?"

So it wasn't just me. When these fantasies play out, it also drags in others if they play a role in the fantasy.

Good to know.

"No reason."

?

Even before we entered the cabin, Barry was leaving through the rear door.

"I'm going to take a shower," he announced.

Scott and I exchanged knowing looks. Clearly, he had fun upstairs and I was tempted to head on there to see what the damage was. If it was anything like what had happened when Scott filled my lungs with his load, it was going to be a big mess. Before I could entertain that thought, however, Barry came barging into the cabin briefly, pointing an accusing at Scott.

"And don't you dare start cooking. You and I both know your cooking is awful." He glanced over at me with an almost pitying look. "I honestly don't know how you survived here for as long as you did on his cooking."

I cracked a smile while Scott protested with a loud 'hey'. Then Barry was gone, heading towards the shower.

"So does he usually spend the night or take a shower here or...?" I began.

Scott placed his paws on his hips, his cock still dripping with some cum. "I went through his truck before our show. He did not bring a change of clothes."

I don't know what excited me more; the idea of getting to see what kind of beast the dignified, controlled and - let's face it - a little haughty Barry would turn into or getting to fool around with Scott and Barry at the same time. There was a tiny voice in the back of my mind that told me I shouldn't be twisting the lives of people and playing god with their bodies but I was doing the right thing. Scott wasn't going to be lonely when I eventually left and Barry finally gets to act on the unrequited love that he so obviously held onto.

I'm a goddamn matchmaker.

Feeling much better about my part in this romance, I padded up the stairs to see the mess that Barry had left behind. Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting. The window painted white with his seed? One of the beds suspiciously missing its sheets? A crack in the floor from where he came so hard that he fell back and crashed into the ground? Doctor Price, however, was a thorough individual when it came to hiding his shame. There were no traces of any of his indulgence apart from the faint whiff of cum and arousal in the air that only bestial nostrils like mine could detect and the fact that he rushed off to the shower.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" accused Anodyne.

"Who wouldn't?" I countered. "Plus, I've gathered valuable information."

"Your curse, when playing out these scenarios, drags other people into them as well." The tattoo slithered down my chest down my left leg. "It even seems to defy physics to a degree. There should have been no way that you would have been able to remain standing with how muddy you made the floor. Speaking of which..."

And here I was looking forward to bragging about my revelations. Now I was just made aware of the mud between my toes and the trail of brown gunk that I had tracked throughout the house.

"Crap..." I grumbled. I moved to the sole bathroom on the second floor - the one mysteriously missing its own shower but had multiple toilet stalls and sinks - and lifted my leg to wash off my feet.

"I do wonder if your curse is only active when you are in this form," mused Anodyne. "Tell me, did any part of your cuckolding fantasy involve the verbal and psychological tearing down that Barry gave you?"

"Humiliation is an entirely different fantasy," I answered, switching feet against the sink. Given how I was eight feet tall, resting a foot on the sink wasn't as acrobatic as one would think if I was back to being five and a half feet tall. "Not one that I've really indulged in recently. I've had more self-respect since I was young. Now if we're talking about bondage, light smacking and pup play, that's entirely different." I cocked my head to the side. "Huh... I wonder if I'll need a pup hood if my face is already that of a wolf's."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'll spare your innocence then." As I finished up with my feet, I grabbed a few towels to dry myself off. There were cleaning supplies in a cabinet within the bathroom. Guilt over tracking mud all over the place compelled me to grab some of those supplies and start cleaning up my mess.

"I think you should talk with the good doctor."

"Why? In my fantasies, he's going to just catch me and Scott fucking again until he finally confronts that hunk of a badger and sticks his own cock in that surprisingly tight ass."

"Fantasy or no, you owe it to him to at least confront him yourself and tell him of your plans."

"My plans?" I repeated.

Anodyne slithered up my leg and rested on my right pectoral, looking up at me. "You and I both know that you're going to head for Alaska again. You're going to be leaving Scott. You can't take him with you. We don't even know if any of them can turn back into humans. In fact, that's something you should make Scott aware too before you get emotionally attached."

I scoffed but those words stung. He was right, of course. I had every intention of finding some way to break this curse. Living with it and dying because fate forced my hand was not an option. There was just this pull in the back of my mind to settle down here, isolate myself from the rest of the world and live with these two men for the rest of my life. Maybe I'd just be another missing person case that'll go cold eventually. Here, there was food, shelter and lots of sex to be had. Versus the call to adventure and the hardship it brought, settling down didn't seem so bad.

The sad part was that was never going to be an option. Duke Gray was not the kind of person to look at a crossroads and take the safer route. Hell, that was why I was so goddamn kinky. I would look at something and say 'I'll fuck it once and see where I go'. One of the reasons I was so sure I was gay was because I had a few girlfriends here and there. It also threw my friends off my trail but that's another package to be opened later.

"I hate that you're right," I growled at him.

Anodyne slithered back to my arm, pretending to just be another tattoo again. "I've got thousands of years of experience here. Honesty is the one thing that I am going to constantly advocate for here. That is the recurring theme."

"Great. The moment I get a symphonic song at the moment of revelation that acts as an audio cue to that central theme, I'm calling it quits and I'll turn into a mad god of gay sex that'll go around transforming every man in the world into my sex slave and live on a pile of squirming and orgasmic flesh."

"You realize that is an option."

"Don't tempt me."

Sad part was that _has_been one of my fantasies.

I finished cleaning up the trial of mud that I had tracked all the way down the steps and noticed that the trail ended there. Scott must have noticed the mess as well and cleaned the rest. The badger was in the lounge area tearing down some of the barriers that blocked the windows. The sound of utensils in the kitchen indicated that Barry had finished his shower and was now starting on dinner.

Talk about a crossroads.

Well, true to my convictions, I went down the harder path first and went towards Barry. He noticed me as he was chopping vegetables on the kitchen counter and offered me a brief nod before resuming his work.

"You know, last time we were here, I knocked you out with a frying pan," I joked.

"Last time we were here, you were three feet shorter, less hairy and human," he countered.

Touché.

"I need to apologize for that again," I said. "So, I'm really sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me but please understand that it was a spur of the moment thing and I wasn't thinking."

"Typical knee-jerk reaction. It happens." He waved it away, knife in hand. "Water under the bridge. I honestly don't care if you hurt me. But I will come after you if you hurt Scott." That knife was suddenly pointed at me.

A smile tugged at the corners of my muzzle. "There's that spark of affection I knew you were kindling behind that curtain of professionalism." I leaned forward, my smile evolving into a grin. "So...?"

He sighed and went back to chopping the vegetables. "Yes. Your... dalliance with Scott made me very aware of my own feelings. Particularly that ugly sensation of jealousy that sprang up when I watched you... penetrate him."

"Well you won't have to worry. He's all yours."

Barry stopped what he was doing and regarded me curiously. "What?"

Honesty, right? Here goes...

"Here's the thing," I said evenly. "I'm not sticking around. I barely know you or Scott. Yeah, we've had these talks and I've slept with Scott a lot but that's not a relationship. That's a really long one-night stand. Not that I'm saying there isn't something there. I like you guys. But I've got a mission."

"You have to break your curse."

I nodded grimly. "I'm not going to deny that you're probably going to be transformed into a beast like Scott. Frankly, in order to satisfy him and match his lovemaking, you're probably going to have to. Something tells me that's what you want if it'll mean you get to be with him. But for me, I need to go back home, find my friends and find a way to end this curse."

The therapist let out a short laugh and gathered his chopped vegetables before putting them in a pot. It didn't take a genius detective to notice the sizable bulge that was now sitting between his legs and that his fly was very much open because it simply could not take the size of his flaccid cock.

Hot_day-um._

"You are far nobler than I gave you credit for, Mr. Gray," Barry said, turning on the pot. "You had me taking you for an overly hormonal child that was going to take advantage of his 'gift' to sleep with different types of men whilst brainwashing them into his personal harem."

"I'm not going to lie. That has crossed my mind." I glanced over to where Scott was moving some of the wooden planks away from the windows. "But honestly, I don't think I've brainwashed everyone. I've just... awakened something in Scott. And you, I think."

He started cutting up pieces of meat and throwing it into the pot. "It's not quite removed our inhibitions." After adding a few herbs, the stew was already starting to smell heavenly. "I mean, perhaps in the heat of the moment that 'reptile brain, knee-jerk reaction' triggers for us to seize our penises and pleasure ourselves but when the dust has settled, I see the world far more clearly. If anything... you open our eyes to a world free of complication. Free of the complexity that society entangles us all in. Free of... of..."

"Judgment," I mused.

"Exactly."

Free. Anodyne kept mentioning that the theme here was honesty. But what if there was another theme. As I thought previously, maybe the thing that turned me back into a human was that I became free of Scott's perceptions of me. That he saw me for who I was and not what he thought I was. Not the horny monster that I had become but the scared college English Major that was just fumbling his way through this and was discovering himself along the way.

Maybe that was why I transformed back into my bestial shape.

Because Barry passed judgment on me.

This needed to be tested... Somehow.

"Whatever you think of me now," I said, "I'm glad we cleared the air. I'm going to go talk to Scott. He needs to know that I'm leaving him in your hands and I need to head back up to Alaska somehow."

"Take my truck."

I froze and turned towards the therapist, my brow knitting. "What?"

"You can take my truck," Barry repeated with this pensive smile on his face. "I'm not going to need it. God knows, if I'm as big as Scott, I won't fit in it. Not to mention you two played hell on my suspension when you fucked in the bed which you also ruined."

A blush rose to my cheeks. "Ah, yeah. Sorry about that."

"If ever I needed any reason to stay, that would be it." He cocked his head to the side. "You know how to drive stick, right?"

"Oh yeah. My dad wouldn't let me learn anything else." Mimicking his hard Asian accent and squinting my eyes in what I was sure was extremely racist, I said, "Learn manual. Dying art. Be better than everyone else."

Barry's eyebrow lifted. The therapist was coming out again. "It sounds like you have some issues with how your father raised you. Do you want to talk about it?"

I immediately spun on my heel and marched off to where Scott was keeping himself busy. "Nope!"

It spoke a lot about Scott's mental state now that he was tearing down the literal barriers that he had put up around his shelter. Taking pride in that little accomplishment didn't dull the inevitable weight of what I was going to say next. Funny when you think about it. For the early part of your life, when you're about to make a big transition that requires leaving someone, it's mostly bound by societal norms. Being dropped off at school or daycare, going to camp and even shipping off to college. All of these departures you could easily blame on other people or the world's expectations of you. But when you are the one that's about to break things off, when you have to leave because it's what you want, there's suddenly a different... weight to the conversation.

"Half way there,"_eased Anodyne. _"You can do this, Duke."

I nodded and moved to where Scott was tearing down some planks off a nearby window. There was no need for hammers or tools. His muscles were big and strong enough that he was able to tear the planks right off the walls with his bare paws. I don't think I could ever get tired of watching such a feat of strength. At the same time, there was this nagging piece of me telling me that was exactly why I shouldn't leave. What were the chances that I was going to meet another huge, hunky lumberjack like him down the road. Would my story even have a happy ending?

"Here, let me help you with that," I said, grabbing another one of the planks.

"Thanks," he answered with a smile. "Don't just yank it off. We want to pull the nails out as well. Use the weight of the planks to pull out the nails. Like this."

He showed me how he grabbed the planks, making sure to focus on one side first where the nails were and slowly tugging it back and forth to wiggle the nails out of the walls. Not the best instruction I've ever received in my life but far from the worst. Seriously, my eldest brother was in charge of helping me with my homework back in grade school and I still remember his 'Why you no do math!?' comments.

After a few tugs, the plank I had grabbed broke free. None of my muscles actually felt used or abused. In this bestial form, I was clearly much stronger than I had ever been. There was that invading sensation of why I couldn't just stay a beast. Remain a monster that went around systematically turning every man into my personal sex slave?

But then again... was that what I really wanted? Would that make me happy?

"Dinner smells good," Scott commented, sniffing the air. "Any idea what he's cooking?"

"Some sort of stew."

"I hope you'll enjoy it. My cooking is no where near as good as Barry's."

Perfect segue and I just had to take advantage of it.

"I'm sure I will. You'll have to get him to teach you so when I come back, you can both show me what you can come up with."

I expected him to throw me a startled look, to repeat what I had just said and then look disappointed as he came to the realization that I was not going to stay. Tears would be shed. The first heartfelt hug we would have shared without fucking with ensue. Maybe even an affectionate lock of the lips. Romantic even.

But instead, he just gave me a sidelong glance like he was telling me, 'I see where you're going with this' and said, "In that case, you'll have to teach us all the sexy new positions you've learned while you try to cure that curse of yours."

His response bought a few stunned blinks from me and then a light smile on my muzzle. "You're not disappointed that I'm going to leave?"

"I'm not an idiot, Duke," he said, moving to another window. "We talked about this before." He began pulling the planks off the window. "Besides, you guys were talking one room away. Do you really think I wouldn't hear?"

"Usually works in sitcoms," I joked. "You didn't answer my question."

"Never really expected you to stay to be honest," he answered bluntly. "You made it pretty clear that you wanted to cure your curse and I can see why it's so important. Yeah those fantasies of waiting for the apocalypse here and greeting every person that comes up to our door with wild sex while they transform into superhumans is really hot but let's face it..." He turned to me with a lopsided smile. "The world isn't going to end on the 25th June 2056."

My smile grew a little broader. "Are you sure?"

He gave my shoulder a little shove and turned back to his work. "That date and reason for the end of the world was really just me trying to give some reason - any reason- for coming out here and doing what I'm doing. I think... I honestly think I just didn't want to be around people. I needed a purpose. A reason to tell myself that I'm not insane."

"What's changed?" I gestured at his body. "Apart from the obvious."

His brow furrowed and he shook his head for a second. "Honestly? I don't know. It's like... a veil has been lifted from my head. I can see and think clearly for the first time in what feels like forever. I guess you could call it a 'fuck you' attitude because I don't care what the fuck my parents think of me. I don't care what the fuck my brother things either. I don't care what society_thinks. I'm doing what _I feel is good." A wink was thrown my way. "Within reason, of course. I'm not about to go kidnapping random strangers and making them my sex slaves." He poked my chest with a finger. "And for the record, if I hear about you going around making a bestial army of sex drones, I am going to hunt you down."

I pressed the back of my paw against my forehead and pretended to swoon. "Oh no! The Evil Overlord of Bestial Sex unwittingly created his own archenemy! The classical tale of the hero being born from the actions and misdeeds of the villain has come true!"

He shoved me a little harder this time. "Jackass."

I padded over to the abused couch, draping an arm over the back. "For what it's worth, if you wanted to come with me..."

Scott mused the offer for about a second before indicating a negative. "Nah. We don't even know if I can turn back into a human. Hiding a badger mutant is hard enough. Hiding an eight-foot one is even harder. Not to mention I've got shit to work out here." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Call it stupid or closure but I think I'm going to bring down the Church of the Apocalyptic Road."

I sat up in surprise. "Wait... really?"

With a plank of wood in his paws, Scott turned to me, lips pursed for a wholes twenty seconds before giving me a firm nod. "Yeah. That's what I want to do."

"How?"

He shrugged helpless. "I don't know. Send anonymous letters. Storm their gates. Do a heist? It hasn't come to me just yet. Hell, we don't even know if I'll remain a badger if and when you break your curse. But what I do know is that I'm done sitting here doing nothing. I am going to smack some sense into the other people in the Church that have been brainwashed into thinking everyone is pathetic and the end is coming even if I have to do it with my own cock."

I smirked at him. "You better do it quickly before you turn back into a human, then. You'll be a literal car that'll run over the CAR."

"Beep-beep, motherfucker," he snorted, pretending the plank was a steering wheel and honking the horn. He set the plank aside and sat down next to me. "What about you? Apart from breaking the curse, what's the end game?"

Good question. How will this experience change me? What will I do after all the dust has settled and I'm back to being a human? Hell, did I even want to cure the curse? Maybe I just had to manage it. Could I... I dunno... create a world where beasts like me coexisted with humans? Build a society of muscled, gay, bestial men free of discrimination and the current societal restraints where we were free to fuck and frolic as much as we wanted?

"Wish I could tell you," I admitted. "But there's still too many questions right now to be able to plan beyond getting this curse off me."

"Questions? Like what?"

"Like how I ended up in another state in the middle of the forest. Where my friends are. What happened in the two weeks since the ritual was performed." I regarded my paws despondently. "How do I break the curse? Because I'm going to tell you now, I draw the line at child sacrifices."

"What if you have to fuck a woman? Like do the exact _opposite_of your greatest desires?"

I threw Anodyne a glance.

"Doesn't work that way. It's been attempted but doesn't work."

"I'm going to explore my options before I go down that route," I chuckled. "For now though, I'm going to see how much dick I can get while figuring this thing out."

And get back to my friends to make sure that they were okay.

"Well since you mentioned it..." Scott wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close with his lips hovering over my cheek, tongue snaking out between his devilish grin. "... What do you say we make the most of what time you have here in my sexy company, eh?"

"Really?" I laughed, shuffling closer to him. His fiery blue eyes were glinting, shining like diamonds in the dim light of the lounge. With the sunset streaming through the windows, golden bands already obscured by the canopies around it, there definitely was abundant mood lighting around us. "With these thin walls...?"

"Isn't that part of your fantasy?"

Cue the porn music.

"Oh hell yes."

Just like that, our muzzles were once again locked together with an accuracy that would've made snipers jealous. I didn't want to analyze it. Not that time. This could potentially be the last time I'll get to kiss Scott, to feel his furry muscles, to feel his bear brush against my cheeks and his hairy chest rub against my pectorals. A requiem for our short but amazingly hot time together. So I threw myself into the fantasy, letting my body take full control while I just let my mind swim in the cocktail of euphoric chemicals that were typically released from enjoying sex.

His weight pressed against mine, pushing the armrest of the couch against the base of my neck. The couch itself groaned. For all the weight and times we had fucked on it, it remained surprisingly stable even as it squeaked while we ground our crotched against each other, our cocks quickly emerging from our sheathes and precum oozing out from between our hard bodies like the trickle of life-giving water between the cracks of a tremendous mountain.

"I sense the curse building again," warned Anodyne. "Brace yourself."

Scott pulled his lips away suddenly and turned his fangs to nibble against my neck. Jolts of electricity shot through my body and forced me to arch my back, throwing my head across the edge of the armrest. I bit back my moan out of instinct but the moment I saw Barry standing in the door way, mouth agape but clearly enjoying the show, I let that moan out in earnest.

"He's here."

There was no question that Scott saw him. He outright locked gazes with Barry while he continued to assault my neck. The noises I made might as well have been a siren song that lured the enraptured therapist forward, each step more confident than the last. The bungle that was barely contained by his pants was growing, the underwear straining and a distinct stain of precum appeared against the white briefs.

_"Here we go..."_Anodyne sounded like he was straining.

I was drawn to Barry's cock. Tilting my head back, I nuzzled his sizable bulge, taking in his musty scent that reminded me of old books. A soft moan left his lips as the top button of his pants flew off, leaving his underwear unrestricted. Scott's paw reached out, pulling down the elastic so that his cock was free. Certainly not as thick as Scott's and his pubic hair was more cleanly trimmed. Still gorgeous though.

Scott guided his friend's dick into my muzzle. The salty taste of his lust was ambrosia. God I love dick. I suckled on it like I was breathing, bringing increasingly loud moans from him.

"You like that, don't you Barry?" teased Scott. "Bet you'd love it if it was my muzzle around your cock, huh?"

Barry grabbed the sides of my head. Hesitation was clear. Part of him wanted to pull out and the other was being dragged by the pull of my throat. "I... I... I care about you, Scott... I just... I just want to be part of your life..."

"Then you're going to have to be a beast, aren't you?"

It was a little strange to hear Scott saying that; like I was speaking through him. Maybe some part of me did get copied over when he transformed and carried my curse or maybe he was just taking inspiration from what I had said. These thoughts, however, were pushed down - _deep_down - when Barry hilted into my muzzle and began face-fucking in earnest.

"God I needed this..." he moaned. He closed one eye, gritting his teeth together as he tried to keep his focus while he fucked me. "... will... will this even work out? You and me? You... you used to be my patient... I know more about you than you even know about yourself...!"

Scott leaned down and licked my neck. I swear, it was like he was licking Barry's dick through my throat. "Then you know I'm not going to change back. I'm moving forward. You can follow or get left behind."

That was more like Scott. A goddamn alpha even if he was a bottom.

"I'm... I'm... I'm cum - coming with you..." Barry groaned.

"Good. Then you know what I want to hear."

The therapist threw his head back, gasping loudly. "Make me a beast! Give me the strength I need to be with you!"

Familiar shimmering light erupted from Anodyne. Both Barry and Scott were unceremoniously thrown off me and left to hover in the air. Scott spread his arms and legs wide, welcoming the sudden lack of gravity. Barry threw his gaze around, trying to find some logic in what was happening before flailing desperately to try and find something to grab onto. Nothing was in range.

The force of the curse pulled me off the couch, hovering between the two men with my arms spread wide while my feet were pressed together, the light emanating from me. Fuck, I was a goddamn horny messiah with an eighteen-inch hard-on. This time, I wasn't so afraid. In fact, I was more curious and excited to see what Barry would turn into; how would he grow to reflect my desires?

A conductor to an orchestra, I reached out towards Scott. He gripped my paw. Anodyne flew off my arm and began to orbit the three of us. Crimson lightning crackled from the serpentine tattoo. Howling winds roared within the confines of Anodyne's barrier. I had to briefly wonder if this was the tattoo containing the power of the curse and keeping the rest of the cabin from being destroyed by Barry's transformation. That thought was pushed aside as I slowly pulled Scott across me and towards Barry.

Seemingly reading my thoughts, Scott licked his lips as his gaze drifted towards a scared but clearly determined Barry. The big badger curled his legs around Barry's waist. He reached behind him and grabbed Barry's erect eight-inch cock, making sure it rubbed against his cheeks. Barry shuddered, huffing loudly and even going so far as to reach over and grab Scott's ass cheeks.

He finally found that something he needed to grab onto.

"God... Scott..." he moaned softly. "This... this feels so good... so right..."

"I know," huffed Scott, his own erect cock pressed up against his therapist's chest. It was large enough that precum was freely pouring down Barry's neck, baptizing him into the brotherhood of the beast. "Fuck... Barry. I need you in me..." He reached forward, grabbing the side of Barry's head and pressing their foreheads together. "You ready for this?"

Barry just nodded.

That was my cue. The curse seemed to think the same as I floated through the air towards the couple. Streams of precum poured away from the two's dicks like ribbons of liquid crystal towards my left paw. I gently plucked Barry's right arm from Scott's ass with my right paw. The therapists watched in utter fascination as I directed the precum towards his arm, using my right paw to push back the sleeves of his shirt. Even though I had no experience whatsoever in sewing, my fingers wiggled through the air and seemed to weave the precum in a mesmerizing cross-weave pattern around his wrists. Precum solidified into leather, solidifying into a little bangle that seemed a little too big for his wrist.

The moment the last drop of precum solidified, lightning struck Doctor Price. His entire body went rigid and he threw his head back. The wrist with the bracelet suddenly blew out, nearly doubling in size to fit the leather perfectly. His hand surged out in front of me, strong veins popping up along the back while another lattice of blood vessels surged up his arms.

Rrrrrrrip!

The sleeves of his shirt ripped right up the middle. Like watching an earthquake as it slowly tore up a suburban street. Powerful, vascular flesh was exposed beneath the shirt. Deltoids ballooned out, tearing right through the fabric and paving the way for a pair of huge, solid pectorals to come bursting out and sending a shower of light-blue cloth into the howling hurricane contained within our immediate area. Scott was clearly impatient as he grabbed the rest of Barry's shirt and tore it completely off. I was treated to the sight of Barry's flat stomach crunching and groaning with the sound of a cement mixer to grow a solid six-pack that could be used to grate cheese. His bellybutton all but disappeared between their folds.

Barry's entire torso shot up, more height and mass being added to his entire body and causing Scott's cock to slid a little down his body where it sat dripping directly into the valley of the man's pectorals.

Fuck that was hot.

"Oh my god... Oh my god..." breathed Barry, clutching his throat. "Is that... Is that my voice?"

"It sure is, babe," growled Scott, leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against Barry's. The therapist's eyes bulged for a moment. It was the first time they had kissed. His mind was racing. Then he closed his eyes and wrapped his new, big hand against the back of Scott's head and back, pulling the badger closer to him.

My own erection was in need of attention and drips of sweat and precum were getting lost in the storm around us. With a wave of my paw, all the droplets collected in my paws. I drifted down towards Barry's feet, currently bare but with his legs still contained by a rather stubborn pair of pants even though he had already grown out of them. The droplets in my hands solidified into another bead anklet.

Whether he knew what was happening or not, Barry stretched out his foot towards me and I took the offering given. I slipped the anklet onto him. The moment it was there securely, his foot surged out, toes stretched and calves immediately shredding the last bits of clothing still clinging onto him. His slacks completely exploded off him as lean, powerful thighs shed the last parts of his old life and added another foot to his height. His cock throbbed and none of us even really noticed when it grew the extra two inches it needed to pierce Scott's abused ass.

The surprise penetration caught Scott by surprise and he broke the tender kiss. "Oh fuck yes!" he roared, glancing over his shoulder at his stuffed ass with his tongue hanging out.

"I'm... I'm in you..." panted Barry. "Oh fuck... I'm in you..."

Scott turned back to him, grinning from fuzzy ear to fuzzy ear. "Yeah. Yeah you are, babe. Now what do you say you stop stating the obvious and start fucking me?"

Barry mirrored that grin. He brought both of his enormous hands - bigger than mine, I think - crashing down on Scott's ass, making the badger straighten and let out a little yelp. "I'm going to make you regret asking that."

Holy shit did he mean it.

Barry wasted no time and shoved what must've been like six inches of his dick all at once into Scott's ass. Sure, the badger just took my eighteen-incher an hour or so ago but Barry was a beast of his own. Maybe it was his way of letting go of his resentment for his ex-wife or maybe he was sexually repressed as well like Scott only he buried his sexual urges in professionalism. Whatever it was, he _unleashed_on Scott.

The hair badger let out a cry, partly of surprise and partly because he was in so much ecstasy. He had to grip onto Barry's huge shoulders just so that he could hold on as his former-therapist-turned-lover shoved eight inches of cock into him with a rapid-fire frequency that could be militarized into a suppression weapon.

I swam through the air and positioned myself right behind Scott, holding him by the waist so that he could keep himself steady to take on that much dick so quickly. He leaned back, pressing his broad back against mine. Our lips gravitated towards one another and before I knew what was happening, I was growling into his throat and my cock was bouncing against the small of his back to the brutal rhythm that Barry set.

My paws moved up his torso, running through his dense chest hair before finding his perky nipples and that nipple ring. A little tug on it brought the large squirt of precum that I needed. I pulled my paws away from his chest, bringing on a soft moan of confusion and an end to our tonsil tug-of-war. I waggled my eyebrows and hiked my chin at Barry and he followed my gaze.

Barry, totally focused on the heavy fucking he was doing, didn't notice the three orbs of precum that had formed around his right ear.

"Babe," Scott grunted. "You're gonna want to pay attention to this."

"Your life is about to change," I emphasized.

Barry lifted his gaze, his cheeks flushed with effort and sweat dripping down his brow. Curious that despite all his growth, that little bow tie of his remained. It looked more like a choker around his neck, though. Quite fitting really.

"Do whatever you want," he snarled. "Just let..." He thrust hard into Scott, bringing a loud moan that was barely contained behind Scott biting his lower lip. "... me..." Another powerful thrust. "... cum!"

"Not yet," I rumbled. "You're not free yet."

Free? Is that what this was about?

The moment of clarity was broken when the three orbs zoomed towards Barry's ears. One of them attached to his earlobe and transformed into a long, tangling, golden earring with a little teardrop pearl hanging from the edge. The other two were more like studs, both of them shaped like... like..."

"Lions..." breathed Scott. "... Oh fuck... You're a lion, Barry!"

Barry's short, brown hair suddenly stood on end. Every strand multiplied rapidly, spreading down his jawline and chin like wildfire. A short stubble quickly grew into muttonchops, then a chinstrap beard before becoming a full-on-beard that could rival Scott's. But it didn't stop there. That facial hair spread out further, growing lush, longer and wild to the point where it even covered his ears. Unwilling to be hidden by the made, the earring dragged his ears to the top of his head, sprouting back up as large, rounded dishes covered in golden fur. The gray streaks in his temples grew more pronouncing becoming almost like a silver circlet around his head, cutting through his mane but leaving his forehead untouched.

Barry opened his jaws wide, his canines elongating right before our eyes. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he roared.

His face jutted forward a short way, a broad square muzzle springing forth with a large, triangular pink nose sitting at the end. Eyes shut for the moment, golden fur spread all over his features, whiskers sprouting around nose. When his eyes sprang open, they burned with a yellow flame and contracted into the slit-like eyes of a feline.

Barry arched his back, thrusting deeper into Scott and hilting completely into the badger.

The red bowtie around his neck snapped.

Scott howled in ecstasy.

That golden fur quickly spread all over the rest of Barry's body, smooth, silky and perfectly hugging every part of his lean body. It was like watching a living, golden statue fuck. Every muscle on his body contracted and heaved with each of his thrusts. The striations on his pectorals appeared and disappeared every time he took one of his rapid breaths.

Loud crackling emanated from Scott's ass and one glance down there revealed Barry's fingers twisting and contorting to develop claws just like mine. The flash of those talons was brief as they quickly buried themselves into Scott's black-furred behind.

Another cry of absolute pleasure from the badger.

"Get in there, Duke!" growled Barry. "Fuck my man! I want to feel your dick rub against mine while we're both in him!"

I didn't need further prompting and angled my cock into Scott's filled hole. The heat radiating from Barry's cock drew me in, a powerful force of gravity that was inescapable. The moment the tip of my dick pressed up against his, his rapid-fire thrusting dragged my into Scott's ass like a conveyor belt pulling me towards orgasm.

The tip of my pointed dick pressed up against Scott's hole. Jolts of pleasure rocketed throughout my body with such frequency that it was like I was being shot with pure endorphins. Before I knew what was happening, my cock was already four inches deep into Scott, the tight walls of his ass pressing me up against the barbed length of Barry's cock. I was drawn closer and closer to Scott, my back pressed up against.

Drowning in all this bliss, I lost track of what was happening. I was only vaguely aware of my paws sliding up and down Scott's cock, collecting his precum and transforming it into a golden nipple ring similar to what the badger wore. The badger's hands ran along my arms, gripping the ring together with me as he slowly lowered it towards Barry's nipple. It latched on, no blood, just a burst of pure light that caused all three of us to thrust harder than we had ever thrust before.

Suddenly, I was almost all into Scott. The only obstacle was my inflated knot which would not fit into Scott's hole. That didn't stop the three of us from pressing our bodies against one another and thrusting with suck reckless abandon that our colliding forms outstripped the contained hurricane around us in sheer force.

For the first time in this entire encounter, I locked gazes with Barry. He flashed me a grin. I felt his hand against the back of my head and suddenly, I was being dragged over Scott's shoulders and into a tight kiss with the feline. My cock throbbed. The pressure in my balls was becoming unbearable.

He forced the kiss to break. Not even a second later, I was finding my head being turned towards Scott forcefully and our lips being meshed together by the forceful paws of the lion. Now I felt Barry's cock throb and the lions powerful thrusts getting more and more desperate for release.

"That's so fucking hot!" growled Barry. "Yes. Fuck! Use my man! Fuck him hard! Cum into him!"

My balls were about to burst.

Scott was growling long and deep into my. He was on the verge as well.

"Yes! Fuck yes!" Barry roared. He removed his paws from the back of our heads and seized my ass. "Cum! Fucking CUM!"

He pulled me into Scott with one final thrust. Each of the testicles thrashed, slapping against Barry's. Semen shot up from my sac and bubbled up my shaft. I could feel the same happening in Barry's, our twin cocks racing to be the first to deposit our seed in Scott's ass.

He won as his cock was just an inch shorter. The rush of release, the burst of power, the tension of muscles from three, enormous men. It was too much.

I broke my kiss and threw my head back, unleashing a howl that rattled the entire house. Scott screamed, his own cock blasting seed straight into Barry's face. At the same time, Doctor Bartholomew Price let out his own powerful roar. The combined force of all our cries shattered the windows downstairs. Nocturnal animals immediately fled and even those birds sleeping in the trees took flight in terror.

Scott's ass tightened with his orgasm, constricting both Barry and I almost to a painful degree. My second burst of cum sent me shooting back out of the badger, leaving Barry to fill the sudden vacancy in his ass with as much of his cum as he could. And did he have a lot of it. Three, four... five more shots from the lion sent semen drooling out of Scott's ass. The curse compelled both Scott and I to likewise produce just as much. While Scott painted Barry's torso with his seed, I coated Scott's back with mine.

But there was still one last piece to the ritual.

Though my mind was still swimming in the cocktail of chemicals of afterglow, my body was moving, floating through the air while the trails of semen from all of us followed me like vapor trails. The milky white goo gathered in front of me in a large orb about as big as a basketball. I positioned myself right beside the couple, my seventh shot of seed heralding the end of my series or orgasms. Cum peeled away from fur, was sucked out of the crevasses between muscles and even oozed out of abuses asses to for the orb in front of me.

While all our balls were emptied, my body was hit by that deflating sense again. Every strand of fur on my body stood on end and retreated back into my skin. Muscles sank back into the ether from where they came and the tail that I knew I would miss was gone from my tail bone. Guess the curse couldn't even give me the joy of reverting and made it as quickly as possible just to stick it to me even more. I couldn't dwell on that as my focus was still solely on the couple in front of me even as I reverted quickly back to being a human.

Barry and Scott exchanged loving looks while I molded the cum into a thick, chain necklace with each link shaped like - you guessed it - a little bow tie. Whatever was controlling this curse had a poetic side because I would never have thought of that in my lust-addled state. I handed the chain to Scott who affectionately slipped it onto Barry's neck. The two immediately locked lips.

"Anodyne," I rumbled. "You're up."

The glowing serpent snaked around the couple, swirling around them like a binding force that would forever connect them forever. He stopped around Barry's genitals and applied a little bite into his right testicle. Like Scott, tribal tattoos burned themselves into the fur there.

His job done, the inky entity lost his ethereal glow and attached himself back to me. The whirlwind around us died. Lightning faded and all three of us were lowered onto the couch.

... which immediately gave way.

Crash!

The sudden collapse of the furniture shook us all. I was gripping someone's leg. Probably a good thing that my claws were absent. Whatever euphoria I felt from multiple orgasms was replaced by the adrenaline of my fight-or-flight instinct. Barry and Scott were no different.

Then Barry began to laugh. "I guess it finally gave up."

"It only took three beasts to finally break it," agreed Scott, joining in the laughter. He leaned down and gave Barry a kiss. "Fuck, Barry. I'm glad you joined me."

"I'm glad I did." The former-therapist smirked and I just knew_there was something corny on the way. "You're my _Hufflepuff."

Gag.

Scott grinned broadly. "And you're my Gryffindor."

Double-gag!

"Congratulations," I announced, throwing my miserably human hands into the air. "You two are now cursed together." Despite my disgust at how sweet this was, I lowered my arms and regarded them with fond affection. "You're made for one another."

The couple exchanged glances, the smiles on their muzzles remaining. "I guess we are."

"But you know..." Barry said, glancing over to me with a look that warned me Mr. Therapist was back. "... we wouldn't have gotten here if you didn't go fucking my man in front of me fully expecting me to join in. In fact, why don't we talk about why cuckolding is a fantasy of yours?"

I immediately jumped to my feet, ignoring the head-rush I got from fighting through the post-orgasm drowsiness and turned towards the kitchen. I marched towards the door while flipping them both the bird over my shoulder.

"Nope!"