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Frankie and Lavender had been planning their camping trip for months. Adult life left so precious little time for disappearing into the wilderness for a few days, but at the same time, it was what the men needed. A moment to simply exist, to not have to worry about who was messaging them, who needed their help, what new tasks they had at work, or even the news. Nothing except the two friends, a tent and a firepit, and some fishing equipment. Well, a few beers too - but only because it was hard to brew something in only a few days in the wilds.

It was a kind of ritual for them. They'd do it once a year, scouting out a perfect location and simply bonding. Both of them were gay, certainly, but it didn't play into their annual hike in the slightest. All it was, was a chance to disconnect and, in a way, touch grass.

This year they'd planned it around Halloween - meaning they'd conveniently miss the trick-or-treaters. Normally they did it at the peak of summer, but as everyone knew, fish were more eager to bite in the fall, and with cold-weather sleeping bags, even a modest fire would keep the chill away.

In his excitement to get started, though, Lavender never noticed his phone chiming just before the night they left, and he went to bed blissfully unaware of a dire waring from his family. The message was left there, unread, as he'd soon realize he'd overslept and have to rush out of the door, barely even remembering most of his camping equipment.

"Remember the family curse," it read, those few letters heavy with significance but never seen, sent by an unknown number - a long-lost family member a few generations before his - reminding him of the unhallowed secrets every fourth generation of men in his bloodline would eventually be forced to confront. Oh, he'd heard the_rumours,_ but he'd disregarded them. Lavender wasn't a superstitious type, after all, and without the message to remind him, he never really gave it much thought.

Outside, the October air was cold and damp, but Lavender - and Frank, who he met at his car, already waiting for him - were wrapped up enough to barely even notice anything except a refreshing brisk wind. The car was toasty warm, but it'd only be a brief respite

"Oh man, I've been looking forward to this," Frankie laughed, and pressed the gas a little too hard as they set off towards the reserve they'd spend the next few days at.

The two men were different in a lot of ways. Frankie was a whole six years younger. He was Hispanic, whereas Lavender was very white. Most of all, Frankie was a natural introvert, but having his friend around always brought out his more outgoing side - at least with him. They'd originally met at work, even though they worked for different companies, and immediately a beautiful friendship had blossomed between the two. They'd realized that beyond both being gay, they shared that desire to just be alone for a while now and them, or if not alone, then at least away from the noise of society.

Today was that day. They'd both intentionally left their phones at home, bringing only a GPS-enabled satellite phone in case there was an emergency. There wouldn't be, of course; they were a careful pair and shored up each other's weaknesses well, but it never hurt to take some precautions.

"...and here we are," Frankie exclaimed as he pulled into the reservation's parking lot, where all the hikers and campers left their cars. In the summer, the place was _bustling._Now that it was colder, most of the fair-weather campers opted to stay at home, choosing comfort over the adventure, and there were only a few other cars in the lot. It felt almost eerie. The fact that it was Halloween tomorrow surely didn't help. For some reason, most people preferred to stay at home, eat candy, and watch scary movies. As if the forest wasn't terrifying at night!

"God, it's so beautiful this time of the year, isn't it?" Lavender mused, gazing over the forest dressed in fiery yellow and orange. Soon it'd grow grey, and then white with snow, but hopefully not while they were still in it. Ah, well - the weather report hadn't forecasted any bad weather. It was to be a still few nights.

"Yeah," Frankie replied, settling back into his usual taciturn mode as he surveyed the forests stretching out far below them. The parking lot was on a hill, and the reserve-forest itself a valley surrounded by high peaks, some already capped with snow. Down there snaked a river, along the shore of which they'd set up their camp for easy access to fish. "Let's get our stuff."

They took their backpacks and everything else they could think of from the car, including a six-pack of light beer in case they didn't feel like boiling water, and then, casting a final glance back towards civilization, set off on the long downward path towards the valley. The sounds of the highway faded entirely in just a few minutes, leaving the two men immersed in the quiet, still solitude of a forest preparing to rest for the winter, leaves crunching beneath their shoes.

Neither said much on the way down. It was almost a ritual; silently leaving the known world behind.

Lavender, though, was already starting to feel restless even as he worked. A buzzing energy was surging through him, like he wanted to run, to leap, to... chase. Probably nothing. He, not having read the message that would've warned him, chalked it down to his natural male instincts waking up when disconnected from the comforts of modern life. They weren't about to actually hunt anything, but perhaps fishing would scratch that itch.

There was a secondary emotion to it, though. Something that took him a few moments to really recognize. Something raw, primal and powerful, and yet... strangely perverse, making him want to fuck. Even as they walked, his hips twitched every now and then, even if there was nothing in front of him but cold autumn air. Pounce. Mount. Rut. His chest felt tingly, too - Lavender's nipples pressed eagerly against his rough undershirt, reminding him of their presence with every few steps - but it was easy enough to disregard that as his body simply enjoying the fresh, oxygen-rich air.

The spot they'd chosen wasn't far away, nor was it unknown. It was perhaps the ideal spot just near a riverbend, a prized spot when the weather was warmer. It had both plenty of fish passing and still riversides stretching beneath the ground.

The days were growing short, which was the one problem they found themselves facing, trying to get their tent set up, their fire going - as it'd be difficult to gather wood at night - and to get their fishing equipment ready to go first thing in the morning. Frankie worked on the tent, while Lavender grabbed his axe and went looking for dry logs alone. Most of it was damp or even wet thanks to recent rain, but someone who knew where to look always found some drier branches.

He was in _such_a strange mood. Horny, there was no better word for it. He brought the axe down against a fallen log with another surge of power, and how easily the wood parted around the blade surprised even him. This one wasn't any good, but just next to it was another fallen tree, only a little smaller, sheltered by the spruces and pines. He cut it into smaller logs, hoisting them onto his shoulder. No doubt he'd wake up with an aching back, but that sense of strength made it feel almost effortless, and he enjoyed the physical exertion too much to let it go to waste.

Luckily, with two capable men, they managed to have it done, if a little hurriedly, by the time the setting sun's rays lit up the woods in an even grander blaze of autumn flame. At least tomorrow they'd have the whole day for recreation, with hopefully no distractions and a meal of fresh fish for lunch and dinner. Maybe a few late apples.

They had their own fire, too, thanks to Lavender with some minor help from Frank in the way of dry tinder he'd gathered while sweeping clean the forest floor for their tent. Half-dry wood crackled in the firepit that'd been left behind by the summer's campers, and the two of them sat on either side of it, simply relaxing as they watched the embers float upwards, perhaps to become stars.

"Really missed this," Frankie groaned, stretching. "I mean, it sure beats work."

With the distractions and chores over, that deep and nagging feeling of something being wrong was creeping up on Lavender again. That restless, breath-quickening sensation halfway between anticipation and anxiety. He felt, distinctly, as if he'd forgotten something, but at the same time, he was rock hard and feeling a little awkward about it. Awkward but good. Downright _electrified_with that desire to mount and mate.

"...yeah," he replied, fidgeting, trying to think of something else. Why was he so on edge? "It sure does."

He managed a little more conversation before that nervous energy bled away into a heavy, dazed tiredness. The sun had set a while ago, and they'd be up bright and early tomorrow. Although they'd both slept in this morning, nothing promoted deep and restful sleep like some rough manual labour in nature.

It wouldn't be restful for Lavender, though. Sure, the first few hours of it he slept normally. Then midnight came, and with it, his curse awakened.

He shot up in the dead of night, feeling like he had to leave the tent, and so he did. Frank was snoring loudly, fast asleep, but Lavender was the opposite right now. That energy he'd felt the tingles of before was surging through him, crashing over him like waves as he stumbled into the dark woods. He'd been almost naked in his sleeping bag, but he didn't feel cold at all - and suddenly he realized that he could see in the dark.

He had no time to process that realization before a spasm in his legs brought him down to all fours, grunting and snarling in an almost animal way. His muscles were swelling with primal energy. It wasn't just a trick of his mind, either. He could see - and feel - them grow with raw, carnal power.

It felt_like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. He was transforming into something bigger and stronger, something with _fur. He'd always been hairy, but through his skin, something even warmer and fuzzier was sprouting. Fur. Lavender let out another desperate, breathy snarl, swiping instinctively at a tree and watching the bark come loose under his... claws. He had claws, and the strike left deep gashes on the tree.

A werewolf? Was that what he was, or was he still dreaming? He desperately wanted it to be a dream, but at the same time, that wild feeling of excitement was beyond intoxicating, and he wanted more. Lavender hunched over, hips thrusting into open air as the fear turned into arousal, his cock stiffening until it slapped his belly with a heavy throb, soaking his increasingly fluffy body with a splatter of precum.

Being so openly aroused felt good. Like he was nothing but an animal in rut, at home in the dark forests and looking for a mate to mount and rut, howling out his pleasure to the night skies.

But there was more to it. He wasn't changing into a normal wolf, but something far more sexual. More well-endowed. More right and wrong all at once. Every part of him felt so damned sensitive. His feet tingled just from touching the mossy ground, like they were being caressed. His nipples were aglow with pleasure, swelling and growing just like his muscles.

His hands and feet were digging into the moss - no, pushing into it from his sheer weight, leaving deep prints, the mud pushing in between fingers and toes. Just how big was he getting? His muscles were practically rippling with power.

Once again Lavender's thoughts turned towards sex. Endless, animalistic sex. It was like a pressure in his head, a compulsion, a need that overshadowed all others. And it felt so very good to think about. He didn't want to fight it.

For a moment, the night grew completely quiet as Lavender's ears began to shift, slowly forced towards the top of his head by his changing flesh. Then, they opened up once more, to a much richer soundscape than he'd ever perceived before. It was overwhelming; he could hear a squirrel chittering in a tree near him, a mouse scampering across the forest floor, and he could hear Frank snoring in the tent in vivid detail. Thoughts of tearing the tent up and simply_mounting_ his friend flooded his mind in warm, gushing waves, and his cock throbbed again, spitting a trail of steaming hot precum over the moss-clad ground.

Then the same thing happened to his sense of smell. Lavender barely had time to react to a muzzle suddenly taking up part of his vision before his nose flooded with a plethora of new beautiful fragrances. Subtle things that he'd never picked up before; he could smell the city when the breeze came from that direction, just as well as he could catch the scent of a deer that'd been where he was now a few hours ago. The scents were so clear he could almost see_them - and once again, he was acutely aware of Frank too. He smelled of masculinity and _arousal, as if he was having rather pleasant dreams in the tent.

Lavender felt his tail thwack against a tree. Since when did he have a tail at all? Nothing made sense anymore, but equally he didn't need them to make sense. His instincts were taking over, urges and desires that would guide him just as well as reason would. He ran his meaty hands over his new form, shivering at the gentle scratch of his new claws. He felt... oddly beautiful. Like some kind of primitive god, some incarnation of strength and lust, covered from head to toe in a soft and sensual pelt.

He had to feel that white-hot pleasure and need between his legs, too. A hand slipped down to find his cock engorged, many times bigger than it'd been before, and very_eager to be put to use, throbbing against his fingers with enough pleasure to make the newly transformed wolf growl. Another hand found his nipples, squeezing them - meaty and thick - in his hand, and feeling something wet cover his hand. Was he lactating, despite remaining what seemed to be mostly male? Whether or not he was _supposed to didn't matter; none of it felt unnatural anymore, and pleasure was increasingly consuming his thoughts.

Frank had always fantasized about scenarios like these, hadn't he? Maybe. Lavender couldn't tell what memories were real and false anymore, not over the raging wildfire of lust coursing through him, consuming him. He spun around on his heels, scenting the air. Oh, he'd share how good he felt.

In his tent, Frank was sleeping peacefully, for once, absorbed in soft and beautiful dreams of abstract, vague shapes and places - until something tore his tent from the ground with a lusty howl that sounded like a glacier shattering in the half-awake state Frank found himself in. He had no idea what was going on, but a spike in adrenaline sent him clambering onto his feet. He knew only one thing; he had to run, and he had to run fast.

Fear was what gave men wings, and it was with winged steps that Frank dashed off into the forest, his immediate and visceral reaction fast enough to throw even the musclebound wolf's naturally sharp instincts for a loop for a second or two. Then, with a grin, he set off chasing his friend through the trees.

It wasn't as easy as he might've imagined. With his bulk, smaller trees and bushes slowed him down, and two bigger ones were a roadblock, but with how fast he was, he never lost track of the fleeing human. He had the advantages of speed, sight, and scent. Where Frank stumbled blindly at times, in the dark places the starlight didn't reach, he navigated effortlessly, seeing the forest as if it was still dusk or even daytime; not to mention that Frank's scent would inevitably guide him towards the human regardless.

Slowly, the wolf gained on him, and Frank was acutely aware of it, hearing heavy footfalls growing closer. He briefly considered climbing into a tree to escape, but there was no time. He bounded over a small creek, crisscrossing between the trees in a desperate bid to get away from the beast that was chasing him, but soon he stumbled into a small clearing - and before he had any chance to consider where to run next, he'd already been caught, pinned to the ground by his panting friend.

He watched, somehow detachedly, how the wolf spread his jaws open wide. But instead of tearing his throat out, the beast engulfed his face, in a violent and passionate kiss, drooling all over his lips and tongue. The hot saliva felt strange and left his own skin tingling, but - he struggled to put anything together at all with his heart beating at a pace so fast he worried it might explode - clearly the beast didn't mean him any harm.

Not that knowing that made Frank relax any, and he squirmed and thrashed, held down as he was by an enormous werewolf insistently kissing him on pure instinct, soaking his skin in saliva that Lavender didn't even know would spread his curse.

The first thing Frankie felt of the curse's soft touch was his cock unwillingly swelling in his pants. It was like a surge of pleasure directly down to his manhood that immediately left him rock-hard and throbbing. He let out a groan, and Lavender - pleased to hear his friend enjoying it rather than panicking, continued. His tongue trailed down his Frank's tan skin, down his chin and throat and then, with some help from his sharp claws to remove the shirt, down his chest, too.

Everywhere it touched, soft fur sprouted. It felt so very sensual, though Frank's mind was swimming. He didn't even pretend to understand what was happening, only that the massive muscular wolf evidently didn't mean to eat him, and that being licked felt good... and that his cock was achingly stiff.

Lavender, though his own mind was dazed with lust, realized that everywhere he licked was changing, quickly. He swirled his tongue around Frank's hairy chest before focusing on a single nipple, suckling on it as best he could with his large, lupine mouth. Frank's body responded immediately, the nipple swelling out to meet his tongue, but more than that, his chest grew softer and heavier. He was growing breasts, Lavender observed - and sexy ones. Ones that he wanted to see bounce while rutting his friend. But the human was still far too small, and so Lavender quickly slathered his body with loving kisses and licks, helping the fur grow and gradually working his way down his belly.

Frank squirmed, unsure what he could even do about those warm, tingly feelings shooting through his body. The sight of the wolf's snout leaving his chest only to find himself with a pair of jiggling, soft breasts was almost enough to break his mind. When his arm was free, with the beast moving down, he raised his arm not to try to push him off, but rather to feel those sensual, tan-furred globes, and as he squeezed one gently, he couldn't help but moan.

Where the fuck is Lavender? He thought, watching the wolf's tongue paint his stomach with short, tawny fur. That this beast was his friend hadn't registered yet, and the perverse pleasure of watching himself change under his monstrous ministrations was distracting him from any attempt at coherent thought. Small glowing spots of pleasure grew along the sides of his belly - nipples? - and when the wolf thrust his tongue against Frank's bellybutton, he felt a deeper spasm, a heat swelling up inside him, yet with no idea of what it meant.

What it meant was, of course, that he was growing a womb, his body submissively preparing itself to receive the wolf's seed and to be bred. Lavender hadn't noticed that same glow inside his own body, either, distracted as he'd been by the rest of the beautiful changes the curse had wracked him with.

Lavender reached Frank's cock. His tongue swept over it, and it too swelled, growing a little larger and thicker, with pleasurable little nubby barbs forming over the rigid surface of it. Another lick over his sac made his already heavy balls grow bigger, too - growing from slightly above average to almost the size of ripe plums, churning with need.

Finally, the wolf grasped the changing human's feet and rubbed them firmly, kneading his meaty thumbs into all the muscles. Even those overwhelming urges to rut and_breed_ couldn't drown out how much he loved feet, and feeling Frank's toes splay and curl against his fingers excited him all the more. Lavender leaned down, giving each sole a sloppy lick and watching them slowly shift into something more agile, sharp claws growing from the top of each toe to replace his nails.

A ferret, Frank thought, watching and feeling toes elongate, every inch of him so malleable under the wolf's touch. He was turning - no, he was - a ferret, coated from head to toe in rich brown fur. A ferret somewhere between male and female. He let out a whimpering squeak as Lavender gave each of his toes a final lick, and then roughly flipped him over.

A quick lick over his rump made his body relax. A tail sprung from where his spine ended, and as the wolf's tainted saliva drooled over his pucker, he felt that dilate too, relaxing, even clenching with desire. That was the exact moment where his own burgeoning instincts took over, and his hips pushed up, presenting himself to the dominant wolf. Though normally a switch, leaning dominant himself, in that moment Frank understood nothing except the need to get fucked, and fucked hard.

Lavender mounted him obligingly. Thick, meaty hands grasped his hips and he felt that massive slab of cock heavily slap his ass. Another needy clench, not only at his entrance but deep inside him, an itchy heat that demanded to be sated. While what remained of his fragmented rational mind still hadn't fully comprehended what was happening, his body knew it all; the wolf's cock offering to fill his belly with seed - breeding him - and Frank begged for it, thrusting his rump against his bestial new lover.

He didn't have to wait long. With a deep, throaty growl Lavender positioned the bloated crown of his cock against Frankie's ass and thrust. Had it not been for the curse, it might've hurt, with the wolf big enough to force his hips to widen around him. Yet all he felt was ecstasy and fulfilment. He cried out with shameless pleasure as that throbbing pup-maker slid deeper into his warm confines, erasing any lingering doubt about what was happening. He wouldn't - couldn't ­- leave here before he'd been well and truly seeded.

Lavender began hammering into him. There was nothing gentle about it. In the iron grip of their animal sides, the wolf rutted him like Frank was a bitch in heat, and the wolf himself a common feral in rut. The single-minded pursuit of pleasure was rapidly engulfing them both in wet, shuddering bliss with each throb, each clench, each shiver of their bodies as they rocked against each other with the most natural ease.

He fucked Frank hard, hard enough to make his new breasts bounce with each thrust, racing carelessly towards his first climax. It came over him so quickly that he barely had time to react at all before he was already cumming. As if possessed, he impaled the ferret deeply, hilting down to the very root of his cock in one spasming, trembling motion - and then erupted inside him, howling with triumph and ecstasy.

Frank felt it all in vivid detail. How the wolf's cock lurched inside him, bucking against his inner walls, and then that tell-tale swelling, followed by a pressured rush of heat deep in his core with the first heavy throb, filling him. It wasn't a sensation Frank was entirely unfamiliar with, but his new body was so very sensitive , and his perception of it all so heightened that he could almost see the wolf's seed rushing into him, thick, white, and cloudy, filling his body.

What he couldn't see was his new, hidden womb dipping into that virile mess of cum, eagerly drinking from it. There was only a faint cramp in his belly, not altogether unpleasant, and then suddenly a rush of satisfaction as the rest of his body reacted to that needy, feminine part of him getting what it needed. It started as a shudder, and then a warm, breathless bliss that crashed over his body in waves; the utter contentment of being in heat and having that heat taken care of.

Frank felt like he was floating somewhere far away as the wolf seeded him fully and deeply. There was a certain clarity of thought there in that tingly and warm happiness, where he finally realized that the wolf was Lavender. Oh, he'd known it ever since he grew a muzzle and a far more sensitive nose, but it wasn't until that lull - feeling his friend's cock throb over and over inside him - that his rational mind registered it.

Yet he didn't cum, and that pleasure only left Frankie feeling more needy. Even then, the wolf's cum pumping into him had another effect, the satisfaction of it - and perhaps some amount of hormones - awakening his more dominant side once again. Like a rush of electricity through his body. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. Lavender was panting atop him, and he could feel the overflow of warm seed spill over his thighs.

This was exactly the moment he needed to turn the tables and get some relief for his own stiffly throbbing cock. He pulled off Lavender's cock the moment the wolf's grip on his hips loosened, and then pounced the bigger male, forcing him down against the ground. He was still bigger, but completely drained from his orgasm, and he went down easily. Frank didn't want to risk him resisting any, though, and so he wrapped his lips around one of his swollen nipples and sucked, firmly. He felt sweet milk flood his mouth, and at the same time, the effect on the big, muscular wolf was immediate. He threw his head back in pleasure, nearly going limp.

So clearly, even though he didn't have breasts like Frank did, what he did have was just as sensitive. Remembering how good his own feet had felt, he went for those next, hoisting the wolf's legs on this shoulder and rubbing at his soles, making the wolf squirm and whine. His cock had been going soft - but that feeling immediately made it swell up to full hardness again. Not that Frank paid that any attention; he needed relief, and he needed it badly; as long as the wolf was receptive to his advances, the world could end around him and he wouldn't have noticed.

With a growl, his thrust into the bigger male's ass, barbs raking over his sensitive pucker, and groaned in ecstasy as he felt warmth finally engulf his swollen cock. The way the wolf clenched around him egged him on, letting that wonderful hole caress his cock. He wouldn't last long, that much he knew for sure, but he was determined to fully enjoy it, even as his balls ached with need to be emptied.

With newfound dominance and strength, he nearly folded Lavender over, pushing him into a mating press. Thankfully his firm, enlarged muscles had done nothing to make him less flexible. Frankie was enraptured pistoning into his heated friend, throbbing wildly and already soaking the wolf's insides with copious amounts of precum. It felt like his entire body was a coil, ready to spring, already past the point of no return but kept away from the edge as long as he kept rutting as fast as he could.

They were leaking milk all over each other. Frank's fingers and tongue danced over Lavender's soles. Growls of pleasure and shuddering, moaning cries filled the air along with the lingering smell of raw masculine sex, heavy in the still of the night. Tears, even, streamed from Frank's eyes as he thrust until his hips were aching, claiming the wolf for himself just like he'd been claimed earlier, driven fully by that primitive goal of leaving his seed inside him.

In just a few more clumsy thrusts he could hold it back no longer, and just as the wolf had before, he hilted his barbed cock inside his friend. His instincts would have nothing less, and he held himself there, shuddering and snarling as his orgasm overtook him entirely, painting Lavender's insides with warm ropes of his plentiful cum, thrusting every drop he had to offer as deep as he possibly could. Lavender drank deeply of the offered seed, and soon he nearly went limp with the same satisfied euphoria of his secret womb being filled that Frank had felt just moments before.

His eyes rolled back in their sockets as the massive lupine wallowed in that warm, hazy bliss, unconscious even to how he was grinding back against Frank's jerking cock, his body dutifully helping his friend breed him.

After that second mating, both men collapsed on top of each other, entangled with each other in a messy but warm embrace. The cold didn't bother them at all anymore, even naked, as full of heat as they were. Having fur helped too... and soon enough they were feeling even warmer as their desires drove them to rut each other in every hole and grind against each part of their bodies, taking turns pleasuring the other with their feet, drinking each other's milk, or simply once against sliding their throbbing manhoods under each other's tails.

Little did either of them know that they were both pregnant, having seeded each other's hidden male wombs well and true, nor would they know before they started showing, both of their bellies mysteriously growing larger and larger until they could no longer deny what'd happened. But then again, with the curse that'd tainted them both, they'd certainly enjoy even that feeling of being heavily pregnant. Their offspring would be born human, just as Lavender himself had, only for their curse to take hold at a certain age, during the Halloween night.

The question that lingered in both of their minds, surviving even through the constant flare-ups of lust and desire, was a singular one; who _else_could they share their transformations with?

The answer was equally as simple: everyone.