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The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer, crossing over pebbles and stone and finally onto worn but sturdy wooden boards.

"... quiet this time of year! I honestly thought it was a ghost town when we drove over the bridge."

A heavy wooden door swung open, letting in a shaft of sunlight that lit up the small entryway. A tall man gripped his bag of luggage in one hand and held his phone in the other as he glanced around the room, nodding with a growing smile.

"Babe, it's not a super popular destination during the summer, let alone during the winter when--wow! This place looks even cozier than it did in the pictures!"

The room beyond the entrance opened up to a beautifully furnished, semi-modern styled interior complete with a small fireplace, a well-stocked kitchen, and warm colors and textures throughout. It was perfect for two people, especially with how quiet the rest of the town would be for the next week.

The two men were a mix of characteristics. Some gay couples got teased for looking too much like each other. Not Ox and Nick though.

Standing at an impressive 6'8'' and broad-shouldered, Ox lived up to his name. He was heavyset but powerfully built, the result of years of hard work at the gym and heavy eating at home. He had a rounded gut that was covering powerful muscles underneath. The rest of his body was similar, and his mostly smooth dark brown skin constantly left Nick, his boyfriend of three years, drooling.

The only shock of color that stood out to most people was Ox's hair--a contrasting mix of ginger and light brown hairs that forms the curly, frizzy mane he'd sported since graduating college.

Nick, on the other hand, was a stark contrast. He stood several inches beneath Ox at around 6'0'', and his pale white skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. He was more petite, his frame slimmer and less muscular than Ox's, not that either of them minded. Nick was content to have his boyfriend be larger than him in every way. In fact, he preferred it.

His mop of brown hair hung a few inches above his shoulders, and the rest of his body was smooth and slim, aside from a small belly that had formed because of Ox's penchant for cooking amazing food in their home every day.

Ox had booked the house six months ago for their vacation, during the intense heat of summer in the southern east coast of the US. Nick had been complaining endlessly about the heat and the humidity and the fact that neither of them had taken more than a day or two off from work to go anywhere outside of the state.

He'd finally caved after the 20th complaint Nick had not-so-subtly let drop one day in early August.

It had taken a bit of searching but he'd managed to find the name of the small island just off the coast of eastern Massachusetts that he'd visited as a kid during the mid-90s: Sully's Rock.

From the pictures online and his hazy recollections, he realized that he had quite a lot of fondness for the small spit of land in the pictures. He remembered walking the length of the boardwalk with his siblings and going into the small town to explore what was happening during their stay. Swimming in the cool waters of the Atlantic and hearing the seagulls crying just off shore. So many good memories had begun to resurface.

The only problem was that during the summer months, the place was absolutely packed with tourists just like them. It had often felt like there hadn't been much room to relax, let alone enjoy themselves in the water or on the boardwalk as kids.

But now, as an adult with considerably more options to choose from, the idea of going back to Sully's Rock with his boyfriend during the off-season?

It was an instant yes.

Aside from a few other residents and store owners, the two of them would most likely have the run of the whole island.

Ox took a few steps inside and moved to let his boyfriend into the house and out of the cool, crisp winter air that was gently blowing across the open porch. Nick walked in with a huff, carrying two more bags of luggage as he stepped across the entrance and looked around.

"Wow. Pictures didn't even do it justice at all! We get all this, plus a practically dead town to explore? Hell yeah."

Ox grinned at Nick and turned, reaching down and grabbing him by the hips and pushing the shorter man gently against the wall. He stared at him for a moment before he leaned down and kissed him hard. Their lips fit perfectly against each other and the shudder that ran through Nick's body was exactly the reaction Ox had been hoping for.

He kissed his way down Nick's neck, toying eagerly with the buttons of his boyfriend's flannel and huffing unabashedly against him with the front door still wide open.

"O-Ox, we should unpack. We've been moving non stop all day."

Ox groaned and humped his growing bulge against Nick's, who blushed and bit his lip adorably.

"In a minute," the larger man said with a desperate tone and he looked his boyfriend up and down. "Just wanna... do some stuff... right here... with you."

Nick shuddered as he felt Ox tear open his shirt before a tongue began to swirl around his nipple, the skin hardening instantly as he leaned his head back against the wall.

"I'd say someone might see but I don't think we really need to worry..."

"Mmhmm. I'm not worried at all. How 'bout we both just stay right where we are?"

Ox kissed his way down Nick's soft chest and stomach, trailing his lips through the light dusting of wispy body hair and getting onto his knees. He wrapped his muscular arms around the warm expanse of Nick's torso, pulling him close so that his nose was pressed right up against his boyfriend's skin.

He pulled in a deep breath, letting it settle in his lungs as he held it.

Nick wrapped his arms around Ox's head, digging his fingers into the curly ginger mane and sighing as his boyfriend undid the clasp of his pants and dipped his mouth lower... and then lower.

He glanced outside and watched with half-lidded eyes as the waves rolled in across the beach in the distance as Ox's tongue started to glide beneath his navel.

Yeah. This was going to be an amazing week.

As the day drew to a close, the cool air blowing up the coast seemed to soften a bit, leaving behind a pleasant breeze that combined perfectly with the oddly temperate climate, especially for Massachusetts in the winter.

The two young lovers were sitting at a small table in front of a brightly colored storefront on the boardwalk as the evening sun started to set. Nick had wanted Italian for dinner and luckily, one of the mainstays of Sully's Rock was Two Brothers Trattoria. In the summer, it was a big tourist draw because of their unique take on classic Italian and American dishes, which usually had the area buzzing with hundreds of people waiting to take pictures of their dishes or the sign out front.

But now, it was just the two of them sitting patiently as they waited to be served.

Nick glanced down towards the southern end of the boardwalk and then turned to look in the opposite direction, shaking his head at the empty line of wooden planks stretching into the distance.

"Well, I'm glad they're still open at least. I was worried that with not many people here, stuff would be closed down."

Ox shook his head, "Nah, this place is a staple of the island. Pretty sure it goes year round. Plus the guys who started it have lived here forever, I think."

"Indeed we have!"

Ox turned and looked as a burly man with a short-sleeved button down shirt emblazoned with the Two Brothers logo on it stepped up to their table, notepad in hand.

He smiled brightly down at the two of them, "Sorry, couldn't help but hear you talking about me and my brother. You've eaten here before, right?"

Ox stared up at the man with astonishment. He was easily as tall as he was, which was astonishing to Ox because he hardly ever saw other men at his height. The man was also built like a tank. His shirt was straining in all the right places and his well-tanned arms were covered in dark black hair that matched the thick, black beard he sported.

The massive waiter glanced at Nick who was eye to eye with his pair of too-tight pants, which created a bulge that left nothing to the imagination. His smile switched to a knowing grin as he started down at the two of them, waiting for an answer.

Ox shifted in his seat and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, uh, I've been here before. Years and years ago with my family."

The man tilted his head and put his hands on his hips, furrowing his brow as he looked Ox right in the eyes.

He nodded slowly before he spoke in a warm tone.

"Alexander Maximus William Thomas Venderbilt the third, although you prefer to be called Ox. The last time you were here, you ordered one of our signature, brick-oven fired personal pizzas with sausage and pepperoni, but you asked for extra napkins because you don't like all the grease and oil that sits on the cheese."

He thought for a moment and added, "Your family was very nice to wait on. And your parents tipped well."

The man's gaze shifted from Ox to Nick and he gestured towards the smaller man with a smile, "And I'm sorry to say that I don't remember seeing you here before."

"O-oh, my name's Nick. Nick Village. Nice to meet you!" Nick was blushing a bit and he shifted in his seat with a nervous laugh.

"A pleasure to meet you, Nick! What can I get you two gentlemen today?"

Ox let out a sharp laugh and shook his head, "I... wow, okay, sorry but you just... remember that from like fifteen years ago? You must see thousands of people a year at this place."

The man shrugged with a smile tugging at the ends of his mouth, "Oh, I never forget a good customer. My brother's the same way. Just one of those things, I guess."

Nick glanced at Ox and smiled before looking back up at their waiter, "Y-yeah, I guess so. But it's still crazy awesome that you remember all that. Even I have trouble with Ox's full name, and he's my boyfriend. How long have you and uh... what's your brother's name?"

"Ah, forgive me. I never gave you my name. I'm Carmine and my brother is Roland. We've been here over thirty years now, perfecting our craft, sharing it with others. Making great food and serving it to our customers is one of our greatest pleasures, and getting to do that alongside my brother makes our lives pretty great if I do say so myself."

Carmine smiled proudly as he gestured down at the menus he'd placed in front of them.

"Please, take a look at our options and don't feel rushed at all. I'll go get you both some water and then take your orders when you're ready."

He hurried away to get their drinks, leaving Ox and Nick to stare in disbelief at each other before turning their gazes towards the menus.

As they dined, the sun fell lower and lower until it dipped down beyond the western horizon, leaving a deep red glow that bathed the boardwalk and shoreline beyond in hues of pink and orange.

Carmine had come around with both their orders--a traditional carbonara with guanciale and a plate of agnolotti del Plin--which, of course, had been absolutely delicious. Both of them had easily cleared their plates, but not before sharing a taste of each other's dishes and savoring every bite.

The soft glow of the wrought-iron street lamps began to flicker across the boardwalk as the sun's light dimmed more and more, revealing a dizzying amount of stars twinkling overhead. Ox looked up for a moment and then settled his gaze on Nick, who was staring back at him with a warm smile. They reached out and clinked their nearly empty wine glasses together in a silent toast to their love as Carmine walked up with the bill.

"Well, I don't mean to speak for my customers but it seems like you enjoyed the food, yes?"

Both Ox and Nick nodded enthusiastically.

"Give our compliments to Roland because he did an amazing job. Can't remember the last time I ate a dish with so much flavor in it." Ox nodded towards the inside of the restaurant. "And thank you so much for waiting on us. Sorry we're your only customers tonight, though."

"Oh, it's no bother at all! Let's just say that my brother and I aren't worried about the dip our little restaurant goes through this time of year. We've come to expect it, although I will say that it was a pleasure to serve you both tonight. Are you staying in town?"

Nick nodded, "Yeah, just a few blocks down from here, at a house we rented online. Actually, I wanted to know: is there anything going on in town that might be fun?"

Ox reached out and grabbed Nick's hand in his, squeezing it tight, "Babe, that's why I'm here! I got some stuff planned out for us already."

Carmine smiled widely and laughed, "There are a few small events and shows happening this week, but I'm sure your handsome man here has everything under control. Most of the more niche shops along the boardwalk are closed for the season. Although..."

The tall man frowned slightly, tilting his head and glancing back at the open kitchen where the silhouette of his brother could be seen cleaning up. He turned and looked towards the northern side of the boardwalk, his eyes glinting under the soft light of the nearby lamp.

"There_is_ one thing you guys might enjoy. It's not something many people know about, other than residents on the island itself. But you both... hm, yes. You both should be perfect for it."

Nick leaned forward in his seat, following Carmine's gaze down the northern side of the boardwalk. Ox raised his eyebrows and looked up at the waiter.

"What is it exactly?"

Carmine turned his gaze back towards the couple and smiled again, "It's... a fortune-teller, of sorts. He's been here longer than my brother and I have but his predictions are never wrong. I'm not sure how into that sort of stuff you both are but, well, it might be just what the two of you are looking for! Everyone who lives on Sully's Rock has gone to see him at some point."

Ox looked skeptical but Nick looked excited as he nodded his head.

"Absolutely! Where can we find him? And what's his name?"

"That's the thing: his shop is under the boardwalk. It's sort of an island secret but I get the feeling you two are more than capable of keeping it to yourselves. Plus, who else are you going to tell this time of year anyway! Oh, and his name is Deeon, but I'm sure he'll tell you that himself."

Ox gave a polite smile and shrugged his shoulders before fishing his wallet out of his jacket pocket.

"Well, if it's what my man wants to do, I'm not gonna say no!" he said as he handed his credit card to the waiter.

"Oh, your money's no good here. Your dinner's on me and my brother tonight." Carmine said with a slight bow. "Think of it as a welcome back gift!"

"I... Thank you! Thank you very much." Ox said as he put his card back into his wallet. "But please, at least let me leave a tip. I have cash--"

The waiter held up his hands in protest, "Please, Roland and I are happy to cover the cost. Plus I'm sure we'll see more of you in the future, so just enjoy tonight together."

Ox put his wallet away and nodded deeply again, "Thank you, again."

Nick nodded in thanks as well before he spoke up again.

"So, how do we get to Deeon?"

"Ah, right. Go down to the last lamp on the northern end of the boardwalk. There's a set of stairs that lead onto the beach. Follow them down and then head underneath the boardwalk. There should be a sign hanging between the support pillars, you can't miss it. Then just follow the lights."

"That doesn't sound very secretive to me." Ox said with a raised eyebrow. "Couldn't anyone walking down that way just see the sign when they're coming in from the beach?"

Carmine shook his head, "Deeon closes up shop during the busy season. He... Well, again, I'm sure he'll tell you himself. He's quite the unique character but I get the feeling you'll enjoy his antics. Although, maybe not. It's always hard to tell with him. Anyway, you both should head down there now. I'll be on the lookout for you tomorrow! Hopefully we created another loyal customer."

The bull of a man winked slyly at Nick as he cleared the table and then gave Ox a knowing grin before turning and heading back inside.

Standing up, Ox walked over and pulled Nick's seat back, grabbing his coat and helping the shorter man into it before putting on his own. With a sigh, he slid his arm around Nick's waist, holding him close as they gazed at the waves crashing along the shoreline.

"You sure you don't wanna just go back to the house? I don't need a fortune teller to predict what's gonna happen once we both get in bed."

Nick laughed and turned around, leaning in for a quick kiss before he spoke, "Tempting. Very tempting. But no, I wanna see what this Deeon guy is all about. And then we can go back to the house and you can ravish me over and over again until sunrise. That sound good, babe?"

With a self-satisfied smirk, Ox hugged his boyfriend close and then rested his chin on the smaller man's head.

"Sounds perfect."

The couple made their way along the length of the boardwalk, heading towards the last flickering yellow light they could see. A light sea breeze blew at their backs as they strode further and further, hands clasped together as the stars twinkled overhead.

After a few minutes, the two of them arrived at the last light post and headed down the set of stairs Carmine had mentioned. Their shoes hit the dampened sand and they turned, seeing a slightly dilapidated sign hanging off to the left that was swinging slowly in the breeze.

"'Deeon's Fortune - Your future predicted correctly or your money back! Ask about our pendants!'," Ox read aloud with an eyebrow raised. "Huh. That seems awfully bold for a fortune teller."

Nick laughed, "He must be pretty good then! Wonder what kinda pendants he's got."

Ox looked past the sign and saw a series of rubberized walkways lined by flickering candles. He hesitated for a moment and looked over at Nick.

"You sure you want to? Seems a little creepy to me with the candles."

Nick rolled his eyes, "I don't think Carmine would've steered us wrong. And he did say this guy was weird anyway. C'mon, let's check it out!"

Pulling Ox forward, Nick led them down the makeshift walkway as they followed the flickering candles. They passed several large wooden support pillars and wound their way further and further under the boardwalk.

Ox glanced back and frowned at how far away from the shore they were now.

"Didn't realize the boardwalk even went this far back. Seems weird that they'd build it so wide without any stores nearby."

Nick tugged his hand excitedly, "I'm sure they have a reason for it--oh look! It's just up ahead!"

In front of them, the number of candles had increased exponentially. Together, they cast a glow of warm light around the area in front of them, where a large tent made up of what seemed to be heavily woven canvases with intricate designs on them had been built into the sand.

The tent was massive, stretching out at least fifteen feet from either side of the main section, the entire footprint of which was encircled by several rows of candles. A simple wooden sign had been planted into the sand, and on it was a painted arrow that pointed towards the slightly swaying cloth entrance. An orange glow came from inside, and Ox and Nick could hear a soft humming from beyond that floated out towards them.

"I'm getting Hansel and Grettel vibes, babe." Ox said with a slightly sarcastic tone. Deep down though, he was feeling a bit off about the whole thing.

Nick bit his lip for a moment before shrugging and striding forward, unafraid as usual. He looked over his shoulder and cocked his head towards the entrance.

"C'mon, babe. I got a good feeling about this!"

Ox grumbled slightly but followed after Nick who had reached the entrance and peered inside as he pulled the flaps open.

"Hello?"

Ox bent his head down next to Nick to look inside.

The room was circular and filled with heavy carpets that must have been treated with something to keep all the sand out. The place was spotless as far as he could tell, and the atmosphere inside was fairly cozy compared to the slightly ominous path to get there. A simple, round wood table with three chairs surrounding it stood in the middle of the large room, centered perfectly under a series of arcing drapes and textured lines of fabric that lifted from the walls up towards the center of the tent ceiling.

Rows of intricately designed lights were either hung or placed on stands, each giving off hues of orange or red or green that melded together to create a warm, yet mysterious atmosphere.

"Just a moment! Please, take a seat at the table and make yourselves comfortable."

The voice filtered out from the right side of the tent and Ox looked at Nick, then shrugged his shoulders.

"After you."

He gestured towards the chairs with a nervous chuckle to which Nick rolled his eyes again and groaned.

"You're not seriously worried about this, are you?"

Ox held his hands up as he sat down next to his boyfriend at the table and shook his head.

"Look, I don't mess with magic stuff, real or not. Just got a weird vibe from this place is all. Didn't you feel it as soon as we walked inside?"

Nick shook his head, "Nah. I just felt happy to be inside some place that was warm. It'll be fine, you big baby."

He nudged Ox's shoulder teasingly and leaned over, pulling the larger man in for a deep kiss. Ox groaned softly, swiping Nick's lips open with his tongue for a few moments until they both pulled apart and gazed at one another.

"Feel better?"

Ox shifted in his seat, reaching down to readjust the quickly stiffening erection between his thighs.

"Yes. Very."

A sudden swish of fabric came from their right and they turned to watch as a man dressed in... very little emerged and walked towards them both with a curious look.

The man appeared to be slightly taller than Nick, around 5'8" or so and was clearly a fan of the gym. His upper body was built from muscles that were well-defined and bulging under a pelt of thick, dark body hair. He wore nothing over his torso aside from a golden necklace that was lined with small jewels, each one sparkling in the glowing lights of the tent. A few bands made of leather embedded with complex geometric designs were wrapped around his wrists, and a lattice of finely woven gold chains was draped over his left arm and across his shoulder like some sort of shaw.

Below his well-muscled stomach, the man wore what looked to Ox and Nick like a stylized version of a chiton--a wrap made of thin, soft looking, pale-gold fabric that hung low around his waist, easily flowing between his thickly muscled thighs and revealing bulges and dips in all the right places. The man wore no shoes and, as he stopped at the opposite end of the table, his eyes trailed slowly over the two new males sitting in front of him.

He stood in front of Ox and Nick for a moment, looking at them carefully before he sat down at the table, placing his hands softly on the textured wood and threading his fingers together, staring unblinking at the two of them for a few moments.

"I... am Deeon, the seer of fortunes and the teller of futures. You're... Nick and you're Ox. I'm so pleased you found me, guys!"

His voice was melodic, vocal chords thrumming pleasantly as if he was singing by way of talking. It was mesmerizing to hear his words as they flowed around them with an almost synthesized tone--both harmonic and discordant at the same time.

The two of them raised their eyebrows for a moment until Ox chuckled and nodded towards the man.

"I'm sure Carmine called ahead and let you know we were coming."

"Oh," Deeon said with a stop before nodding slowly, "One of the brothers told you about me? That's fun. But you don't live on the island. You're only here for a short while."

Nick nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! We're here on a vacation for the week."

Deeon smiled at Nick and placed both hands flat on the table.

"Yes. Hm... there's so much to consider."

Ox leaned forward in his chair, "Uh... what needs to be considered exactly? I thought we were just here to get our fortunes told."

Deeon clapped his hands and let out a giggle, "Of course! We can do that, absolutely. It's just that there are some much more interesting things I can do that... mmm, well... alright. Fortunes first, I suppose. Give me your hands."

He held out both his hands across the table, one for Nick and one for Ox. The two boyfriends glanced at one another before they slowly slid their hands over to meet Deeon's. His skin was warm, almost hot to the touch and seemed to buzz like it was running under an electric current, though it was probably some sort of parlor trick.

Ox felt his fingers tingling as Deeon tightened his grip. He looked over at Nick and saw a sort of bemused look on his face, which helped to put him at ease despite his own hesitancy with these sorts of things.

And then suddenly, Deeon let go of both their hands and returned his own to their folded position on the table. Ox looked at him expectantly.

"Um... so what do you think?"

"Hm? Oh, about your fortunes?" Deeon looked quizzically at Ox and then shrugged.

"You'll have some choices to make relatively soon that will utterly alter the timeline for both your lives, as I suspected. One leads to a fairly normal, standard, decent life with each other. And the second leads to... much more. More of everything."

Nick drummed his fingers on the table and then held his hands up as if expecting more.

"Is that it? There's nothing more, um... _specific_than that?"

Deeon groaned and leaned back in his chair, annoyed for a moment before letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes and speaking.

"The two of you are going to go back to your rented house, fuck like rabbits--not exactly like rabbits and not exactly fucking, but at least one of you is gonna cum--and then tomorrow, everything will be different, provided you made the right choices."

Ox held up a hand in protest, "Uh, man, we didn't come here for some sort of lewd sex fortune. I appreciate all the work you put into this whole 'experience' but like, what Nick and I do together isn't--"

Deeon snorted as he laughed, "Dude, if you think me seeing that the two of you will be having wild, animalistic sex tonight is anywhere close to the 'lewdest' thing I've ever predicted on this island, you've gotta get better imaginations."

Nick shook his head, "Wait, how--_what_exactly are you talking about when you say 'right choices'? Your prediction didn't seem like it was going to have much of a choice at all."

"That's because you're making them right now." Deeon said with a widening smile as he steepled his fingers in front of him. "These are the choices. Coming down here. Talking with me. It's all choices, all the time, and I can see what every single one leads to! And wow... Let me just say that you're really gonna love how things turn out. Trust me."

Ox stood up slowly from his chair, shaking his head.

"Look, uh, Deeon, again we're...happy to have come down here for this whole spiel but honestly, this whole thing isn't really my scene and I'm not sure I like what you're saying. So, thanks for all this but we're... gonna go. Nick?"

Nick stood up slowly and nodded, walking over towards his boyfriend and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Y-yeah. Deeon, this was... weird. Definitely not quite like any other fortune teller I've ever been to. But--"

Deeon stood up and nodded, "Ah, no worries you guys. I tend to forget that most people can't see like I can, so things aren't always so clear. I didn't mean to spook you at all. Here, take a pendant each, on the house."

He slid a small, rounded metallic item across the table towards them that stopped just short of falling off the edge. Ox reached for it and picked it up, eyeing it curiously.

The pendant was small, no bigger than a ring. It was a dull metal circle that surrounded some sort of rune. It was cool to Ox's touch and he turned it over a few times, inspecting it closely before looking over at Deeon.

"Uh... thanks. What is it?"

"Oh," Deeon said with a wave of his hand, "Just a little trinket is all. Something to remember me by, I suppose. It's of no value to me so I tend to give them out to the ones who come to see me."

Nick cleared his throat and glanced at the pendant, "So... Do I get one too?"

"Oh. Ah, one... second..."

Deeon patted his nonexistent pockets and frowned for a moment before he huffed and groaned softly.

"I can see the future but can't remember to bring two damn pendants. If you'll give me just a moment, I can find the other--"

Nick waved his hands and pulled Ox towards the entrance, clearly ready to leave.

"Oh, no, that's fine. We have to go anyway. It's getting late and there's some things we'd like to do."

"What things...? Oh, right, all the sex."

Deeon was already walking past them, towards the right side of the tent. He parted the barrier of dangling fabric in front of the side room, replying as he half paid attention while rummaging around.

"Sorry guys, let me just try and find where the other one got to..."

Without a word, Ox followed Nick's lead out of the entrance, leaving Deeon to his searching.

Once the two of them were out of earshot, they started giggling at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Nick sighed and shook his head as they walked back up the steps and onto the boardwalk.

"Okay so, uh, you were right, babe. That was all a little off. God, did you see what he was wearing? I've never seen a fortune teller that committed to the role."

Ox chuckled and shrugged, "It's a shame because he was hot as hell. Just... yeah, definitely not what I was expecting. What kinda lame ass fortune was that anyway? We all make choices every day that can lead to different things. That's not a fortune at all."

The two of them continued to laugh as they walked back towards the center of the boardwalk, the cool night air feeling refreshing on their faces while the stars blinked and shone above them.

And with the subtlest shift, the pendant in Ox's pocket began to glow.

Ox laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he listened to Nick showering in the bathroom. He wore nothing but a pair of briefs that clung perfectly to his beefy body, eagerly waiting for Nick to finish up so they could get under the sheets.

He'd wanted to shower first, and quickly pulled off his clothing as they entered the rented house and proceeded to jump into the steaming water after a minute. His skin had started to feel itchy under his layers, which must've been a combination of wearing them all day and the salty sea air. Whatever it had been, the scalding shower was exactly what he needed and as he scrubbed himself clean, a few soft moans escaped his mouth as the heat coursed through him.

After twenty minutes of what felt like pure heaven, he'd dried off and swapped with Nick, though not before getting several deep kisses and hearty gropes from his boyfriend. Unfortunately, it had left his cock achingly hard and throbbing under his briefs as he laid on the bed, his patients dwindling with each passing second.

Flipping the circular pendant over between his fingers, he thought about Deeon and his strangely vague prediction. Surely it wouldn't have been that hard to see that, one, he and Nick were boyfriends and, two, that since they were on vacation, they'd most likely be having sex a few dozen or a hundred times. That part of the weird man's fortune had felt less like a prediction and more like an obvious statement.

But as the pendant turned over and over around his fingers, he frowned at the choices he and Nick had already made in just the previous few hours.

Maybe they shouldn't have sex tonight, just to prove the guy wrong.

But then again... he was insanely pent up from a long day of travel, walking, exploring, and he'd been waiting to have a truly private moment with his lover for longer than he'd care to admit.

No.

They were having as much sex as they cared to tonight, and strange, under-the-boardwalk fortune tellers could fuck right off!

He and Nick tended to fool around most nights anyway, a combination of their fairly high libedos and the insane lust they could hardly contain when they were close to one another. Normally the soft touches, quick kisses, or whispered words they gave each other throughout the day kept their lusts from exploding into a full blown frenzy in public.

But for the entire walk back, Ox had felt a growing need to be inside of Nick, a want to throw caution to the wind and just fuck him right there on the boardwalk.

But he'd waited. And that need, that want... it had only grown.

He practically whined as he kicked off his briefs and wrapped a hand around his length, listening as the shower came to a full stop. His dick was aching so much, the mushroom head pulsing heavily and darkening with a deep red as his breathing increased.

Normally, his seven inch length was nothing but impressive to him, but tonight felt different. He felt bigger in his own hand and the river of pre that was running from the tip and slickening the entire shaft made the skin glide so perfectly under his grasp.

Nick stepped out of the bathroom, naked and running a towel over his damp hair as he walked towards the dresser he'd put his phone on.

"So, what do you think about breakfast tomorrow? I was looking online for...."

As he turned, his eyes widened and he froze.

Ox was huffing, his dark skin sweaty and damp as he jerked himself off on the bed. THe larger man's eyes were trained on him like some sort of target, and his mouth was open as he panted heavily, shudders and twitches running up and down his body.

"Holy shit, Ox..."

Nick put his phone down and walked over towards the bed, running his eyes over the massive, heaving body. "Guess all that talk about sex really got you going, huh."

"Y-yeah, something like that, babe." Ox said, biting his lower lip and gasping as that lust grew more and more inside him. His balls ached with need and he let his head tilt back for a moment as a wave of pleasure shot through him.

"Dunno what's going on but... I really, really, _really_wanna fuck you."

Nick smirked and crawled onto the bed, his own five inch cock rapidly rising between his legs. Sliding his body up and over Ox's, he felt his boyfriend's sweat slicken his pale skin and he moaned at the contact. Peppering kisses along his stomach, Nick made his way up Ox's bulging chest until he reached his waiting mouth, wrapping his arms around Ox's neck as they crushed their lips together.

Ox wrapped his massive arms around Nick's smaller body, pulling them tight as he moaned into their kiss. He slid his leaking dick up and down against Nick's, frotting them together.

He nipped at Nick's lip, catching it slightly with his teeth before letting go and grinning at him. He leaned forward and pressed his nose against the smaller man's neck, breathing deeply before he lapped his tongue over the sensitive, thin skin. The combination of Nick's scent and taste drove him wild, and his cock throbbed and leaked wave after wave of pre, practically soaking the other man's cock in it.

Nick, for all his eagerness, felt absolutely overwhelmed at the primal drive Ox was displaying. He'd never seen his boyfriend act so needy, so hurried before. Normally they were very into foreplay and soft, slow touches. But now? It was like someone had turned every knob and switch in the other man's brain all the way up to eleven.

And honestly? It was working for him.

Ox couldn't help but moan louder as he rubbed himself over his boyfriend's body, keeping them tight against one another as he swirled his tongue and kissed his lips over Nick's neck, obsessed with the sensation and taste. It was like Nick's skin was producing the most delicious taste, and he had to get as much of it on his tongue as he could.

Shuddering, Nick let out a soft chuckle, "B-babe, you... y-you said you wanted to fuck me, right?"

Ox grunted an affirmative, but was clearly more interested in running his tongue down his clavicle and then latching instantly onto a nipple, sucking hard and biting gently with his teeth. Nick gasped and thrust his hips into Ox's, feeling the slick, damp coating his lower half had been soaked with because of his boyfriend's copiously leaking dick.

"S-so, why don't you get me ready then?"

Ox moaned at the idea as if it had only just occurred to him for the first time. His mind felt like it was narrowing, making it harder and harder to focus on more than one thing, and the prompt from Nick quickly shuffled ideas around inside him.

"Turn around."

It was less of a suggestion and more of a warning of what Ox was about to do. He grabbed Nick and practically manhandled him until he was facing the opposite direction, sitting on top of him. With eager hands, he pulled Nick's hips up and back until his legs were splayed out on either side of the larger man's chest and his plump, delectable ass was sitting just in front of his face.

Nick moaned at the sudden turnabout and he quickly got the message as Ox's throbbing dick bounced in front of him, begging to be blown. So as he felt a pair of thick fingers prying at his backside, he opened his mouth and slid his mouth over the heavy shaft, swirling his tongue around the leaking head and then down further.

Ox thrust up and into Nick's mouth lightly, gasping unabashedly loud at the sensation and causing the bed to creak as it swayed back and forth. It was like his dick was on fire with pleasure and Nick's warm, soft mouth provided the perfect salve. Ox's hips continued to thrust upwards, as gently as he could allow while his boyfriend sucked his shaft like there was no tomorrow. But eager to finish what he started, he turned his attention to the waiting backside in front of his drooling mouth.

Ox never turned Nick away from whatever it was he wanted to do as far as sex was concerned, but this was most definitely a first. He'd never cared much for rimming, but now, faced with his heightened sensations and a burning need that was still growing, he was practically salivating at the idea.

Slowly, he pulled Nick further back until his cheeks were spread wide to reveal his waiting rosebud as it twitched just in front of his nose. The heat from his backside was lovely, and brought with it a veritable bouquet of scents that drove Ox wild. It was like he could smell the need rising off of the main on top of him and after a panting breath, he pushed his face forward and buried his nose between those plump cheeks.

The sweat and heat combined into the perfect combination of sensations and Ox lapped out his tongue, dragging it up and down that perfect hole over and over as Nick cried out in surprise.

"Holy sh--oh! Oh my god, Ox, keep--ah!"

Ox pushed his tongue hard against the hole, feeling it clench at the intrusion and flutter at the feeling of the warm, wide, wet muscle pulsing rapidly against it like the world's most welcome invading force. Ox growled deep and low in his throat, the sound much sharper and realistic than any human could've ever made. It should've been a sign to both of them that something was wrong but in the throes of pleasure, neither of them even noticed.

Relentlessly, Ox lapped his tongue over Nick's taint and up his crack, swiping again and again over that hole as he slickened it. Teasing ever so slightly, he pushed the tip against the hole and felt it loosen slightly. Nick was twitching with pleasure on top of him, and the weight of his boyfriend felt so right, as if he was a plaything for him to create endless pleasure for.

In fact, Nick's entire body felt like it had seized up at the sudden onslaught of Ox's tongue against his hole. The rimming was one thing but the eager swipes and heaving and panting from his boyfriend was bordering on animalistic. Nick had nothing else to do but occasionally lap his tongue over the still leaking tip of the shaft in front of him as his mind tried to reconcile all of the new sensations assaulting it. With a shuddering gulp, he did his best to swallow Ox's cock down, feeling the glans swelling with each pulse of precum that shot over his tongue.

He'd blown Ox more times than he could count, but something was different this time.

It was bigger. Better.

Ox's dick was starting to grow inside his mouth.

At first, Nick thought it was just the heightened experience making everything seem more visceral, more sensual. But then... he backed off of Ox's dick and realized that more and more of his boyfriend's shaft was passing over his lips than had gone in.

He moaned at the lapping tongue against his hole, feeling something about that changing as well. And yet... he couldn't bring himself to care, far too wrapped up in the endless pleasure coursing through his body like never before to consider anything else.

Ox's tongue beat endlessly against Nick's hole as he ate out the now sopping backside. He felt like his tongue had gotten a workout, and it seemed wider in his mouth now, longer and more flexible than before. He needed to eat Nick out more often, it seemed.

But finally, after the endless beating it had taken, with one final push Ox's tongue slid past the tight barrier that was Nick's hole. It plunged into the hot cavern beyond and warped and thrust against the fluttering walls around it. Ox could taste the very essence of his mate, and he growled again, clearly satisfied with his work. Nick cried out above him and Ox raked his nails down his spine as the man stiffened around his tongue.

Ox drew his fingers down his boyfriend's back sensuously, but as he neared his wet backside, he felt a curious bump right around Nick's tailbone. It seemed he wasn't the only one who was changing tonight.

He should've stopped then. Part of him had started to notice the differences. The too coincidental changes. Maybe he could have.

But that glorious wave of brilliant pleasure was too good to resist.

And truth be told... he didn't want to. He wanted more.

His tongue pushed further into Nick's ass and then bunched up against a hard bulge... his prostate. With a lash, Ox pounded his newly grown mouth muscle against it. Instantly, it twitched as Nick stiffened and nearly vibrated on top of him, completely settling back onto Ox's face and riding his tongue as it speared into him. Ox pulled him down on top of him, getting the full weight of the other man over his mouth and plunging his longer, thicker, most definitely inhuman tongue in and out and over his lover's widening hole.

Nick came suddenly and with no warning, the sheer lewd feeling of having that part of Ox so deep inside of him drawing an orgasm out of nowhere. His dick throbbed and shot wave after wave of white, pearly cum over Ox's leaking shaft, mixing with the other man's precum and pooling around the lightly haired base of his shaft.

Though it certainly looked a lot hairier now.

In fact, unbeknownst to either of them, Ox's body had been rapidly changing as they succumbed more and more to each other. His muscles had been growing swiftly under his bulging and shifting skin, broadening his frame even more and setting the stage for what was to come. His usually smooth skin was now absolutely covered in a thickening black body hair that bordered on the verge of fur.

The cock that Nick had been so faithfully blowing until a few moments ago was longer, thicker, and rapidly deepening the shade of red that had graced its skin for so long. As Nick had pulled off of it to settle more onto Ox's face, he failed to realize that the tip had begun to taper a bit, flattening out as the rest of the shaft bulged and grew, adding three, four, five more inches to the monster before the tiny black hairs at it's base started to rush up the shaft.

In a matter of seconds, Ox's cock was no longer human and was surrounded by a thickly furred sheath, containing a large canine dick with a bulging knot forming rapidly around its base.

As Ox pummeled Nick's prostate with his now certainly canine tongue, he felt his body shifting as he worked, growing, itching, heaving, sweating, and aching. It all seemed to come secondarily to the work of pleasuring his mate though, and he couldn't focus on anything else. Not even as the fur fully coated his body and rushed up his neck and down his legs, sparking changes as it grew more rapidly.

Ox felt the jump of Nick's prostate as he came again and again from the stimulation, and a true growl sounded from his thickened throat, reverberating deeply as his lips turned black and a creeking pressure mounted around his nose. He huffed as his sinuses ached for a moment, and then felt relief and a loosening as his face shifted and grew into a new muzzle. Teeth sharpened and moved along his gums and his nose turned black and wet as he huffed, more and more scents blasting themselves into his consciousness as he felt Nick practically empty himself all over his new sheath.

Finally, his ears shifted, now triangular, furred, and on top of his head and his irises shifted from chocolate brown to a rich, wild yellow. His fingers were beset with claws and padding grew on the palmside, and his feet and legs twitched as they shifted into a more digitigrade stance. He huffed heavily as whatever magic had started the transformation seemed to abate, leaving him born anew as a muscular, humanoid wolf.

Nick, despite everything that had changed about his lover beneath him, was half-drowning in pleasure he'd never experienced before. His eyes had fluttered shut as the last drops of his cum fell over his shaft, and he leaned forward slightly, feeling that long, wet tongue pull out of his aching hole after so much effort.

An oddly textured pair of hands wrapped themselves around his sticky waist, but he didn't question it as he leaned forward and was carefully placed on the edge of the bed. Curiously, his backside felt a sense of relief and something soft brushed back and forth over his skin, almost tickling him. He smiled against the comforter and moaned as he shifted on top of the damp fabric beneath him, too satisfied and tingly with pleasure to care about cleaning up right now.

Ox stared down at his mate settling on the bed before slowly looking himself over. The changes... felt so right. Like he had always meant to be this way. His new fur was warm and soft as he traced a padded finger over his body, and the thick sheath jutting out from where it attached to his lower stomach was already swollen with a good ten inches of canine cock. He looked down at it and without thinking, bent enough to lap his much longer tongue over the tapered head, murring at the taste of himself.

"Babe, that was... I don't even know." Nick said with a satisfied sight, still moving his legs slightly against the comforter, "Your tongue's like magic. Can't believe we've never done that before now."

Ox moaned and pulled back off of his shaft and watched as a fluffy, fully grown tail wagged back and forth above Nick's backside. A trail of thick, brown body hair ran up from the base of the tail towards his shoulders, and also down his backside in a heavy coat that was on the verge of becoming fur.

In fact, Ox saw that Nick's body had indeed grown. The smaller man's more soft and chubby body was now thicker with muscle and sinew than ever before. But his transformation seemed to have stopped for the moment, and Ox was curious as to why.

"I think from now on, we can definitely add rimming to--"

Ox leaned forward and grabbed the base of Nick's new tail with his paw, letting his cool, wet nose trail through the thick line of body hair that had sprouted up as he sniffed in and out rapidly.

Nick stiffened at the foreign sensation near the base of his spine, like his mind hadn't yet realized the tail was there in the first place. Neurons fired over brand new connections and it took him a moment to put together exactly what he was feeling.

"W-what the fuck...?"

He turned and looked over his shoulder and saw... a wolf... a massively muscled, heavily furred, shockingly hung werewolf holding his muzzle up against the small of his back.

At first, his heart nearly lept out of his chest. The sight would've been monstrous if it hadn't been for something in his mind instantly calming him. He took a sharp breath in and his brain read the new scents in the room, the changing, morphing levels of arousal of his own scent and particularly of what he knew without a doubt was Ox.

Those eyes of his, even now as they sat gleaming and yellow in their sockets, were filled with pride and love that clearly meant for him.

"Hey, babe."

The werewolf spoke, revealing the voice Nick had fallen in love with was much deeper now. More growly. More wild.

"I'm not gonna lie... I think this is pretty fucked up." Ox shifted his weight to the side and slid up against Nick's still smaller but more muscular frame, "Although weirdly, it's also hot as hell and I'm not too upset about it."

Nick watched, eyes blown wide as the werewolf--as _Ox_gently let himself relax alongside his mate. He reached out slowly with a clawed finger and traced it over Nick's now much hairier body. His muzzle stopped right next to Nick's ear.

"In case you didn't realize, you've got a tail, babe."

Nick swallowed and the sound of slight thumping came from behind him, as if his tail knew it was being talked about. Ox chuckled deeply, his own tail thumping in time behind him. The werewolf leaned over and lapped his tongue across Nick's face, who pulled back slightly with a jolt and seemed to snap out of whatever state of shock he was in.

"You're... how did this happen? Were you always a werewolf? Is this you finally coming out to me as a furry?"

Ox laughed and kept tracing his claw gently over Nick's now hairy skin, "Eh, I think we should both come out to each other about being into furry shit. I've seen your porn library."

Nick blushed for a moment and looked up at the yellow eyes of his mate as he continued.

"But... before tonight? Nah. Definitely wasn't a werewolf until now. Although I think I might have an answer as to how this is happening."

He reached a muscled arm over the side of the bed and then pulled it back, holding the trinket Deeon had given him. It was glowing with a soft golden light, pulsing with some sort of energy as it sat in his giant palm.

"Maybe we should've waited for him to get that other one. I think that's why you didn't uh... wolf out as much as me, so to speak."

Nick closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. This wasn't real. Maybe they were on LSD. Had there been LSD laced in their food? None of it had tasted particularly like LSD.

"It's not LSD, babe." Ox said with a chuckle.

Nick shot him a withering look, "How do you know?"

Ox shrugged his huge shoulders, "I dunno. Just don't think LSD is this much fun. Plus I've never grown a sheath and a knot while on LSD."

He rubbed his still leaking, slickened canine shaft up and around the small of Nick's back, growling softly in a pleased tone.

Rolling his eyes, Nick sighed at the whole situation before he shifted on the bed and stood up, his whole front sopping with cum. Ox rolled over on the bed and let his head drop, looking at Nick upside down as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"Drop the puppy dog act, you big.. mutt. We're going back to Deeon and figuring this out. Get your coat--oh. Well, I'll get my coat. You just, uh, stay... naked, I guess?"

Ox let out a soft woof and stood up, softly chuckling low in his throat at how naturally that canine sound had come out of him. He was now towering over Nick at an insane seven and a half feet tall, looking like something out of Van Helsing. Though the leaking canine shaft was a considerably better look.

His boyfriend hurried around the room, pulling on his used pair of chinos and a wrinkled t-shirt before throwing on his jacket. Everything was ever so slightly too tight on him now, though Ox didn't mind the large muscles and significant bulge his eyes were drawn to between the human's thighs.

Nick looked up and watched as Ox's longer tongue swiped over his wet, black nose and he shook his head in feigned dismay, although he couldn't help a slight grin forming because of the werewolf's eagerness.

"Back to the boardwalk. Let's go."

It was near midnight as the two young men made their way back down towards the northern end of the boardwalk. The moon was shining brightly overhead, casting its pale glow over the shoreline as the soft, golden light from the flickering lamps lit the way towards their destination.

"So it's magic?"

"I guess so." Ox rumbled as he passed along slowly next to Nick, letting his much longer stride slow down so he didn't outpace his still mostly human mate.

"I guess I'm just failing to see two things," Nick said as he looked up at Ox. "One is how or why this even happened. I mean, it was clearly Deeon who did it. You were definitely right about him. But why?"

Ox shrugged his massive shoulders and tilted his furry head in an annoying cute way that made Nick's expression soften just a bit.

"And two... how are you not freaking out way more about this? You just transformed into an actual werewolf. With a tail. With fur. With... that!"

He pointed at the plump sheath and heavy, dangling balls the size of coconuts. The tapered tip of the deep red shaft was still poking out a bit, and Ox's tail was lazily wagging behind him. The werewolf reached up a paw and scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders again.

"Probably because it feels amazing? I dunno, babe, I just... don't mind it? You can't tell me you don't want to be like this too."

He flexed his arms and puffed out his chest, winking down at Nick in a display of raw masculinity and power.

Nick groaned and nodded, "Sure. I mean, I'm practically halfway there already. But you're not someone who likes big changes and this is a massive change! Come to think of it, I don't like big changes either! Why am I not freaking out more about this?"

"Because you want it, babe. Deep down. You want this to keep going even though it doesn't make sense." Ox stepped in close and huffed, his breath blowing Nick's hair around in the cool night air.

"So let's go get things finished."

Taking Nick's hand in his paw, Ox gently pulled his boyfriend further along. Something new inside him was making this whole process easier, some instinct gave a peace of mind despite the impossible happening to them both.

They made their way down to the last light post on the boardwalk and then down the stairs until they were standing on the shore. But instead of the row of candles and rubber mats leading back under the boardwalk, a new row was shining brightly and leading down further along the shoreline.

Ox led the way, his improved eyesight giving him perfect clarity in the dark while his nose began picking up a scent that somehow seemed familiar to him already. His nose twitched and his ears flicked this way and that.

"Deeon's down this way. C'mon."

As the two of them neared a jetty made up of large, dark boulders, they could see that a large bonfire was burning on the beach ahead of them, the smell of smoke and burning wood filling the air. Ox pulled Nick gently over the jetty and onto the other side, coming face to face with yet another unusual sight.

The bonfire was burning brightly in front of a rounded set of blankets that had been laid out, overlapping one another and creating a large space to sit or lay on.

A figure was splayed out in the center of them, watching the twisting flames and drinking from a wine glass--undoubtedly it was Deeon, though Ox's nose had told him that minutes ago.

"Ah, the two love birds have returned!" Deeon looked over his shoulder as the two of them neared the fire, though Nick squinted with confusion as he realized Deeon had changed as well.

Horns had sprouted from his head, emerging from his skull and curling around his now furred, tube-like ears. He was still wearing his adornments and they sparkled glowed warmly in the firelight. But the rest of his clothing was completely gone, leaving his lower half bare to the world. From his waist down, thick, brown fur now covered his skin, and his legs had shifted into an unguligrade pair, complete with small hooves.

And of course, his dick had shifted into a much more animalistic shape, thinner and tapered at the head but long and jutting sharply out of a softly furred sheath. He stood up and stretched, standing a bit taller now. A small tail twitched above his furry backside, flicking to and fro and revealing creamy white fur underneath. He turned towards them, sipping from his wine glass and then spreading his arms in welcome.

"Glad you two made it here! Been waiting all night to welcome you."

That same melodic tone of his voice was even stronger now and to Ox, it seemed to demand that his body buzz with pleasure. Nick felt a sort of thrumming inside of him, but shook his head, breaking whatever magic was flowing around him.

"Yeah well, when my boyfriend suddenly transformed into a werewolf as he was eating me out, we figured you'd be the best person on this island to ask what the fuck was going on."

Nick didn't feel angry, not exactly. He was more curious than anything else, but some part of him still wanted to resist what was happening, to hold onto what he was.

Deeon drained his wine glass and placed it down on the blanket he'd been using before walking towards the two of them, running his gaze over the naked form of Ox as he licked his lips before he turned to Nick.

"Sorry for the deception. I had to be sure you two would take to the island first before I could be more... upfront about things." Deeon said in a more serious tone, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

"If you hadn't guessed it, I'm kinda magical. Not to be overly expository after midnight but I wanted to get out from under my family a few hundred years ago. Explore the world a bit, make some new friends--all that eat, pray, love bullshit. I ended up finding this island and stuck around as it grew more popular."

He gestured around towards the direction of the town and then along the shoreline.

"I decided to set up shop here, but I needed to ingratiate myself a bit more. So I started making the town more to my liking--more to everyone's liking, really. Of course, it helps that being able to see the future allows me to change it if I see fit, so I knew what to do, what to say."

With a snap of his fingers, another wine glass suddenly appeared in his hand and he took a deep gulp of its contents. Moaning softly, he looked over at Nick and Ox.

"You guys want any?"

"Not... right now. But please, keep going." Ox said, crossing his arms over each other. He glanced down at Nick, watching the half human's tail wagging slowly.

"Hm, your loss. Anyway," Deemon shrugged and continued, "The town got bigger, got more popular, and I managed to keep all of the residents who lived here in agreement with me. This would be our little hideaway from the world. We'd let them come and enjoy it in the warmth of summer, but when winter came around, our true nature was free to roam as openly as can be. Plus all the fur tends to help out more during the cooler months."

Nick held up his hands, "Wait. What? So you... you've done this to everyone who lives here?"

"Oh, absolutely," Deeon said with a grin, "Everyone had a choice, obviously, just like you two do. Anyone who wants to stay gets a form that's pleasing to them and, well, it's not immortality, but it's close enough. A few extra thousand years and all the sex you can dream of."

"Then... why us?" Ox asked with his rumbling voice, eyes narrowed slightly but still curious. Nick nodded in agreement, waiting for an answer.

Deeon tilted his head back and forth, considering for a moment.

"Well, because... you two booked the house. That listing will only show up for people most likely to be willing to stay. Meeting you here today was just confirmation. So, if you still want it, you've got a place here on the island."

Nick started to say something and then stopped short, utterly confused.

"So... wait, I'm sorry. So because Ox booked a vacation here, you're giving us a house on this island for free?

"And turning us into werewolves." Ox added, holding a clawed finger up.

"And turning us into werewolves?" Nick repeated.

Deeon nodded and took another sip of his wine.

"Yeah. Is that so hard to believe? I mean, look at me. I'm a satyr. My whole purpose is to bring myself and those around me as much pleasure as possible, so why not do it this way?"

He stepped up to Nick and held out his free hand. The second pendant, a copy of Ox's, sat in the satyr's palm, waiting to be taken.

"Like I said. Choices matter. And this one is yours."

Ox's ears were standing up straight now, his yellow eyes wide as he watched Nick and waited with baited breath for what his mate would do.

Nick looked down at the pendant and then back up to Ox's humongous form. He sighed and then smiled to himself as he grabbed it, the metal instantly glowing in his palm.

"I'm such a fucking furry."

Deeon laughed and slapped Nick on the shoulder, "Hey, most people on this island are too, literally! So you'll be in good company."

Nick could feel his body heating up slightly, filling with a buzzing sensation that acted like a full-body massage as it grew in intensity. Ox's nose flared as he took in the sudden increase in his mate's arousal and he licked his tongue out over his nose and muzzle.

"Great choice. Please, feel free to have fun on the blankets. My own fun should be coming back right about... now."

Nick could feel his body shifting rapidly, like the transformation had built up since it started in their bedroom and now it was in a hurry to finish. His muscles were bulking up faster and faster, and he could actually feel his spine, his arms--his bones all heating up, stretching, pulling, and thickening.

His ears twitched against his head as they shifted further up to sit on top of his skull, rapidly sprouting fur and flicking this way and that. As he shook his head from the odd sensation, he heard the sound of two sets of steps heading their way. Squinting across the burning fire, he spied two enormous looking figures coming in from the water.

"Oh hey, Ox! Hey Nick! Nice to see you two got things sorted out."

Ox turned away from Nick's transforming body towards the voice and his eyes widened.

Two bull-men were walking around the fire towards them, their thickly muscled bodies covered in leathery hides and auburn fur that was still dripping seawater as they stepped onto the blankets together. They looked practically identical, save for one of them having a large, golden nose ring sticking out of his flaring nostrils.

Ox and Nick both spied their heavy, dangling balls and leathery sheaths proudly on display for everyone to behold. Ox felt his own sheath filling out quickly at the thought of what the five of them would get up to later on.

"Oh wow! Didn't realize we'd have werewolves here tonight." The other bull spoke up, running his meaty hands up and down his chest fur as he twitched and shook, sending droplets hissing into the fire. "Oh and Deeon, the water's great tonight. We should all go for a swim after."

Nick grinned as he eyed the two of them, his irises shifting to the same brilliant yellow as Ox's.

"Hey, Carmine. Nice to finally meet you, Roland."

"Kid has a good nose already." Carmine said with a chuckle, rubbing softly at his nose ring and giving the werewolves a sly wink. "Happy to have you two here with us. If you ever wanna fool around with my brother and I, just come on over."

Ox nodded enthusiastically, "Absolutely. We just... uh, Nick's finishing up his transformation right now and, well, it's not that we don't appreciate the offer, but--"

Carmine laughed and wrapped and arm around Roland's waist, pulling him close.

"We were the same way when we changed. Take as much time to yourself as you need."

He leaned over and kissed Roland's muzzle deeply, the two bull's moans floating from across the bonfire's growing blaze.

Nick groaned and ran a pair of newly clawed hands down his clothes, tearing deep cuts into them as his body expanded quickly. Ox smiled and walked them both over to the blankets, shaking a bit of sand from his foot paws. He knelt down and tore the rest of Nick's clothing off of his body, letting the fire's light illuminate his mate's transformation.

With a sigh of relief, Nick kicked off his shoes and stood in front of the small gathering, fur sprouting steadily from his pores and his muscles rounding and bulging in brand new ways. In just a few moments he stood as tall as Ox, still moaning as his mind reeled from the wild pleasure coursing through it.

Deeon watched it all with a rapturous expression, slowly jerking himself off and letting out soft bleats of needy lust. He turned towards the bulls with an expectant expression and they quickly moved over to him and instantly started to kiss his body from top to bottom, their tails swaying as they worked.

Ox ran his hands up and over the mounds of muscles Nick had developed, sniffing and licking and nipping here and there. Every touch complimented a noise, a sharp cry of ecstasy from his mate, and he knelt down to watch as the brown fur thickened over Nick's thick stomach. He lapped at the muscle gut and then trailed his muzzle lower and lower until he was sniffing the other werewolf's crotch, sending his tongue up and over the tapering mushroom head and causing Nick to cry out lewdly and shudder.

With one motion, Ox swallowed his mate's transforming shaft as the sheath and fur grew around its base, coating his churning balls in their sack. Nick growled as he felt Ox's muzzle encasing his shifting dick, and he leaned forward and placed new paws on his lover's head, pulling him sharply into his groin and holding him there. The werewolf between his thighs swallowed thickly around him and Nick's cock started to grow inch by inch, forcing its way down Ox's throat and spurting shots of precum into his waiting stomach.

Deeon watched the transformation continue as the two bulls kissed one another around his own aching cockhead. The satyr arched his back as he came on command, writhing between the brothers muzzles while blasts of cum shot out, shooting into each of their muzzles as they let the other get a taste. His body never ran out of cum and the brothers took advantage of that fact as Deeon thrust his hips between them, still watching the pair of werewolves a few feet away.

"G-god, Ox. I love you so much. Keep... keep going." Nick's voice had deepened, growling heavily as his muzzle started to push out.

He felt his lips thinning and changing, his tongue extending and flattening to fit his new maw and his teeth shifting and sharpening just like Ox's had. His body was now covered in brown fur, and his legs were bending and morphing this way and that to better fit his wolfish form. Pain was nonexistent, only wave after wave of pleasure bursting from every new addition on his body.

Nick's claws shifted out of his fingernails and toenails, sliding effortlessly into their slits in his hand and feet paws. He widened his stance as his balls thickened and plumped up, even beyond what Ox was now equipped with, and he felt the rush of an orgasm quickly approaching as his mate twirled his tongue along his shaft, teasing his bulging knot inside his sheath still.

But he wasn't ready to cum just yet.

With a sigh, Nick eased Ox off of his dick, and watched as a twelve-inch monster of a canine shaft emerged from his mate's muzzle. It was a rich, dark red, covered in a criss-crossing of veins. Ox was panting heavily, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he looked up at Nick before realizing... Something was different. Slowly, he stood up to his full height and it dawned on him that he was still looking up at his mate.

Nick pulled his black lips into a grin before his own tongue slipped out of his muzzle and he panted with need. He was a good six inches taller than Ox was now and his body was built like a tank. He was burly, brawny and heavy in all the right ways and he felt utterly amazing. The power and magic that was flowing through him washed away any inhibition, any doubt he'd had and he allowed himself to revel in his new form like Ox had before.

Somehow, it all made perfect sense to them both. There was no real logic to their choices, only the pleasure that could be wrought from them making the right one.

He leaned down and captured Ox in a deep kiss, their muzzles opening and tongues sliding over one another. It was different from a human kiss, but to them it was better. More wild and more sloppy, tasting each other like never before. Nick growled as he grabbed Ox by the hips and turned him around to bend him over. The bigger werewolf sank to his knees and pulled Ox down in front of him until he was laid out flat on the blanket.

Instinctually, the now smaller werewolf arched his back, widening his legs until his ass was on full display, tail flagging up and waving at Nick like a furry beacon. With a sharp growl, Nick lunged forward and jammed his muzzle under Ox's tail, instinct taking over entirely as he rimmed his mate, tasting his damp, musky hole and getting the scent memorized in his mind forever. Ox let out a moan and pushed back steadily against the invading tongue, wanting even more.

Deeon was rocking up and down on Carmine's dick now, letting it slide in and out of his impossibly tight hole as Roland slid his own dick into Carmine. The three of them fucking in a train as they watched the werewolves consummate their love in their new forms. Roland nipped and bit at Carmine's neck while his brother simultaneously fucked and was fucked from every which way. The satyr bleated out and came again, shooting his load into the fire and causing it to flare brighter under the moon.

Nick understood why Ox had been so obsessed with rimming him. The taste, the heat, the smell, the sweat--it was endlessly delicious on his tongue and the feeling of punching past that twitching hole and pummeling his mate's prostate was everything.

But he wanted to go further. He wanted to fuck.

Slowly, he extracted his tongue from Ox's backside and moved on top of him without a word. He growled as he grabbed his heavy canine shaft with one hand and placed it right up against Ox's sopping wet hole. The pointed tip slid in with ease, quickly followed by the rest of the incredibly thick shaft. Nick groaned through a mix of huffs and growls as he pushed his length further and further inside, feeling Ox's walls clenching tightly around him.

Ox snarled and barked at the intrusion at first, some part of him wanting to be the one fucking Nick. But then, the tip of his mate's cock pressed right up against his prostate and he lost all care about topping. It was replaced by a need he'd never felt before. A need to be taken, to be mated, to be knotted and locked in place with the man he loved.

"Knot me, babe. Fuck me and knot me and breed me."

Nick rumbled and then withdrew his dick slightly before shoving it back in, his hips flush with Ox's who snapped his hips back to meet his mate's thrusts, pummeling his own hole like a power bottom. The two of them continued this over and over and over, and Ox could feel the bulging knot at the base of Nick's shaft kissing the rim of his hole every time. He'd never felt this sort of a high before, one that was purely and unashamedly animal and wild. He knew he couldn't ever go back to normal after this.

The taller werewolf shoved and thrusted harder against his love, desperate now to knot him in place and feeling closer to the breaking point with every push. Again and again, the two of them fucked with increasing ferocity until Nick leaned forward and laid fully over his mate's back. He slowed his hips and pulled out almost until his tip was kissing the rim of Ox's still achingly tight backside.

With a loud growl, he latched his muzzle onto Ox's shoulders and bit down hard, tasting blood as he thrust his hips forward with all his might, instantly popping his knot into his mate with a clenching force surrounding it instantly.

Ox screamed out with pleasure as Nick's thrusts were cut short now that he was locked inside his hole. The knot pressed up perfectly against his prostate and the smaller wolf came hard, his dick spraying the blankets and sand beyond with thick, musky wolf cum.

Nick felt the sudden clenching of an orgasm from his mate and he thrusted over and over until he let himself go, finally shooting his own load into Ox's hole and flooding him with his brand new canine seed. The pleasure was pure and complete, his vision dimmed as he was fully enraptured by the wave of ecstacy and he held his muzzle down, still biting Ox as he soaked his insides.

Deeon felt Carmine's dick thicken inside him as it burst with the bull's third orgasm, the cum seeping out of the satyr's hole and onto both the brothers beneath him. He trailed his eyes over the two werewolves, watching as Nick's hips slowed and their hulking, furry bodies slid to the side, still knotted in place as they would be for at least another twenty minutes or so.

Nick released Ox's shoulder from his maw, proud of the mating bite his instincts had driven him to make. He lapped lovingly over the sore spot and felt Ox shudder beneath him, drawing another wave of cum out of both their canine dicks. Nick reached down and trailed a finger over the cum coated shaft of his mate, bringing it up to his muzzle and tasting it.

"Mm... babe, you're just delicious all over, aren't you."

Ox was panting hard but managed a smile, leaning his head back and accepting Nick's fingers into his own muzzle as he tasted himself. His eyes widened at the oddly sweet, salty mixture.

"Oh, that's way better than human cum. But... I still think I prefer your ass."

He clenched his hole on purpose, drawing a shudder and a pleased growl from Nick as even more cum shot into his knotted hole. He felt plugged up and, honestly, that was perfect for him. Just the way he wanted to feel after the insanity of today.

"Mm, there's nothing like a good campfire orgy to get you all settled into your new home." Deeon said before he lifted himself up and off of Carmine's impressively thick bullcock, cum dripping heavily down his furry backside and thighs.

He walked over to the werewolf lovers and tilted his head to look at them on their side.

Nick wrapped his arms around Ox and shifted them both so they could see Deeon standing beside them, his satyr cock still impossibly hard and leaking.

"Welcome to Sully's Rock, boys. I think you're gonna like it here."

THE END