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"Into the Woods"

"Dude, are you sure about this?"

Roland rolled his eyes at Alex, this was already the third time he'd asked. The moronic Freshman, barely even pledged into their fraternity was already getting on his nerves as he stared at the scrawny man seated almost spread eagle in the back seat; his arms stretched across the headrests and almost taking up the entire bench by himself. He'd only known the man a few weeks and had missed out on his pledging, but if he'd had any say in it he probably would have tested him again.

"Look, your sorry ass is lucky I'm even bringing you along on this, but we needed a third. Besides, you're really going to like Vanessa I think."

"Man what a weekend. Gonna get ourselves laid, even if it's out in the woods and like about every single slasher horror movie takes place to some backass campsite. We're breaking just about every single horror trope in the book."

"Yeah, including the fact that you're both fucking morons." Roland answered with a sarcastic glare at Blake sitting in the passenger seat. "Look at this text. Vanessa AND Tina will be heading up there with Angela, and I know those two'd drop their panties for just about anyone. They been like that since high school..."

"No shit." Alex said with a laugh. "This weekend's going to be bangin' then!"

Roland sighed and stared into his steering wheel. "I wonder if they're going to make an exception for you two..."

"Oh yeahhhh..." Blake said with a laugh before sharing a high five with Alex, then pausing. "Wait...making an exception to being easy with us? What are you saying?"

Rolland rolled his eyes again. "Nevermind..." He sighed once more. "Look, this place we're going to is my family cabin, my parents haven't used it in years, but I don't want you two thinking it's a free for all, you got it? I only told the girls about it so we can impress them. So don't act like some... drunk monkeys when we get there." He took a moment to check his phone, the latest text from Angela was pretty specific:

"Gonna be there @ 6:30? We'll be waiting <3"

Texting back, he wrote: "Hope you brought extra clothes 'cause I'm gonna wear you right out of them"

Suddenly as the text sent, Roland noticed a strange pair of red colored eyes reflected on the screen directly behind him. In surprise he turned fast to look, only to see Alex partly snoozing in the back seat. Nothing else was there. He checked the screen again, and the reflection was gone. He swallowed nervously and put his phone back down; clearly confused at what he saw.

The sun was already low in the sky by the time the cabin came into view. It was nestled deep in Fargo Woods, surrounded by thick trees and bordered on two sides by mountains as well as a massive lake that it had been built on the shore of. It had been in Roland's family for over a hundred years, and while serious renovations and modernizations had been put into the place, its foundation was still the same. As the pale green van pulled up to the place, Roland noticed immediately that the girls' car or...any car for that matter was not sitting in front. He turned off the engine and pulled the visor down to examine himself; he wore a pair of white half-rimmed reading glasses for his driving, but beneath that was his typical dark skin and clean-shaven face. He had a pair of hazel green eyes and was dressed in his typically favorite sky blue tanktop and a pair of cargo shorts that fell just past his knees. As he opened the door he stretched and yawned before looking at Alex; his short spikey blond hair held back by a stupid black bandanna over his eyebrows, an ash-grey t-shirt that he filled out to perfection with his muscular torso, and a pair of blue jeans. Blake was wearing a yellow cap put on backwards, a tie-dyed shirt and white baggy shorts as if he'd just stepped out of some 80s movie and into real life.

Mid-stretch, Blake looked around and pondered. "So...nobody's here yet?" He asked.

"No. Nobody's here yet." Roland replied with his typical dripping-sarcastic wit. "They must be running a little late." He pulled out his cell phone and checked for new messages. "Huh. Looks like my parents decided to stop paying the satellite. I'm not getting a wifi signal."

"Me neither." Alex pointed out.

"Of course not, you ditz. If I don't have a signal you probably won't either."

Alex simply smiled and shrugged, making Roland grunt in exasperation. He threw open the rear door of the van and grabbed his backpack before storming his way to the door, pulling his keys from his pocket as he did so. As he looked up into the door glass, he saw another vision of something standing behind him. This time it was a little clearer; some... man standing right behind his left shoulder; red, glowing eyes a plump belly and--what looked like a pair of fur-covered pants, but he couldn't quite make out what he was seeing and on impulse, he turned around, swinging his fist without thinking, and he connected with flesh.

"AWWWWWWWWW!!!" Blake let out a wailing cry of pain as he cupped his hands over his face and flew backwards, hitting the gravel at the bottom of the steps. It took Roland a minute to realize what had happened until he heard Blake moan in pain. "OH man wha-what the fuck did you do? What'd I do to deserve that?!"

"Oh, shit. Blake. Man I am so sorry I thought I saw--" He turned around and looked at the door; and just like before, there was no figure behind him. It looked completely normal. He groaned and put his hand on his head; a wave of dizziness came over him, and he too almost stumbled off the porch.

"What? What did you see?" Alex asked, actually looking at Roland with a concerned stare.

Roland shook his head. "N-nothing.

The trio went about clearing out the van as they got ready to settle into the house for the night, Roland spotted a half-empty beer can in the cup holder where he'd left it. Taking it, he guzzled down the lukewarm liquid and swallowed hard. Whatever he saw couldn't have been real, right? He crushed the can in his bare hand and without half a thought, he tossed it over his shoulder and it fell by the trees bordering the forest surrounding the cabin. Unseen by Roland, or by anyone else though, a long-fingered hand slipped from the darkened gaps between the trees, and slowly dragged the can out of sight.

A sudden downpour had caught the trio off guard, but they found themselves the comforts of home inside the cabin, which was warm, electrified by a generator that had plenty of power and backups to last them a month, plenty of snacks stored away. Their only disappointment was the fact that there was no beer or any type of alcohol; not a single drop in the house, no matter how many times they poured over the fridge, the freezer or any of the cabinets, they only found water and tea to drink. At first, Roland was perfectly content to drink tea; but as the hours wore by without word from the girls, and being forced to witness Alex and Blake competing in silly gaming competitions on his fathers very expensive flat screen television, he began to get tired of it. It was almost eight now, and still no word had come in from the girls. It wasn't like Angela to be so late to a party.

"Oh, shit!" Roland realized out of the blue, startling the other two. "I forgot, we have a landline here--"

"What's a land line?" Alex asked with a perplexed and vacant stare.

Roland glared at him. "I swear, Alex. You can be such a troll sometimes..." He sighed as he got up and hopped the couch to head toward the handset hanging from the wall. Picking it up he put his ear to the receiver, but nothing came through. He clicked the receiver button a few times, but was only met with empty clicks. He sighed and hung up the phone. "Well, I guess that's another one of the bills mom and dad decided to drop. Cheapskates."

A knocking at the door drew the trio's attention from the phone and toward the dark porch that looked out into the stormy night. At first, they couldn't see anyone there, but naturally, Roland assumed that it was the girls and made his way toward the door, straightening the collar of his shirt as he walked.

"Okay, they're here. Now me and Angie got the master bedroom, you guys...well you guys can work with what you can find. I just don't want to hear you guys screwing around while we're--" He opened the door and in a jarring surprise he jumped back as a man was standing outside.

Roland looked the guy over; he was dressed in a pair of brown slacks and a dark leather jacket, his balding head of dark hair left little to fall over his blue eyes, a thick goatee surrounded his smile, and his look was enough to send a chill down Roland's spine. "Oh...uh--" He stammered. "Can I help you dude?" He asked.

The man was drenched from head to toe, but a cursory glance to his hand revealed he was carrying a 12 pack box of their favorite beer brand. "Oh, hey! So sorry I must be at the wrong place." He said. "I came out for a party with some friends, but my car broke down a few miles back and I've been wandering aimlessly for hours trying to find my way. Yours was the first place I came by, so I thought you guys might be the house I was looking for." He glanced in and spotted Blake and Alex walking toward them. "Hah. Guess I was mistaken."

"No troubles man." Blake said as he stepped into the doorway. Being the tallest of the bunch, the stranger looked up at him, his expression brightening further. "That beer case is looking pretty flimsy though."

"Oh yeah. That's the trouble of trying to carry it through the rain. Name's Seth, by the way. I mean, I don't want to impose but I don't think I'll be able to get to that party. If I could step in at least until the rain passes, I guess I could pay you with the beer--"

"Bro! You are just the answer to our prayers!" Alex exclaimed.

"I am?"

"He is?" Both Seth and Roland asked at the same time as Alex excitedly pulled Seth inside and lightened the load of his beers.

"Dude! If you haven't noticed the girls haven't shown up and I am not going to go this weekend missing both sex and booze."

Roland made an expression to object, but could find no reason to object to his logic, and he put his finger down, eventually closing the door as Seth was led into the main room.

"Man, you guys live here? This place is made for kings."

"Just borrowing it for the weekend, Roland's family owns the place." Blake explained.

"He doesn't need to know our life story." Roland objected.

Seth smiled and nodded, pulling his arm around Roland's shoulders and really proving that he was quite a bit shorter than the trio. "Oh, don't worry--I'll only stick around as long as I'm needed--"

His voice hit Roland's ears like some sonic vibration that made his eyeballs shake, his touch almost burned as he wrapped an arm around him. Something felt like it was tightening around his flesh and making it tingle. He put his hand on his face and shrugged the stranger off him. His words were echoing in his head, getting deeper and deeper as they repeated "As long as I'm needed" three or four times before finally fading off.

"You okay Rol?" Blake asked.

Looking to Blake, Roland's eyes passed Seth's face and a flash of red in his eyes nearly threw him off balance, but the feeling passed immediately as Seth caught him mid-stagger and suddenly everything was back to normal. "Nnh...yeah, I'm alright." He said. "Guess I'm just feeling a little tired."

"Want a beer?" Alex asked, already cracking open the case and handing one to each of them.

Blake took one, then Roland but Seth put his hands up. "No thanks, I haven't touched the stuff in ages. I prefer it harder, plus I can't stand the taste I'm not sure how you hu--guys do."

"It's an acquired taste." Blake said confidently as he took a slug of the beer.

"I'm sure it is..."

Another two hours passed where the four men conversed and guzzled down beer after beer, none of them seemed to know where the multiple cans were coming from. They could have sworn that they'd gone through the case twice over by the time they were all relaxed out on the couch. Alex was half asleep already, having stripped down to his underwear, he was laying face down on the love seat he'd planted himself on, while Roland had only lost his shirt and Seth and Blake were the only ones still dressed. Suddenly, Seth extracted what looked like a long pipe from his jacket.

"You guys don't mind if I smoke, do you?"

Roland gave a sour expression. "If that's like... a normal tobacco pipe I ask you keep that outside. I can't stand the smell.

Seth had already gotten the pipe to his lips before he smiled and parted it. "Oh no worries, this is a special... herbal supplement I smoke every once in a while. It helps me fit in under stressful situations, and it smell like cinnamon and vanilla...to some people anyway."

"Some people?" Roland asked.

"Depending on who you ask, the smell is different." He shrugged as he put the pipe back to his lips. "At least that's what I hear."

Roland sighed in frustration, then shrugged. "Well, you know what? You guys do what you want, I think I'm going to go to bed?"

"This early? It's like... what ten?"

Roland looked at Alex. "Well aside from a few good beers, there isn't much happening tonight. I think I'm going to get some sleep and when we get up in the morning we'll get out of here, call the girls and find out what happened to them." He sighed and started up the stairs, leaning a bit more heavily on the rails as he made each step. "Good night guys."

As he disappeared into the upstairs, Seth turned to the others and like magic, extracted a pair of beers. "So, you guys mind if I smoke?"

The pair took a beer and sat on the couch as Seth lit his pipe; a spark of red light led to a billowing of white smoke that slowly rose over the pipe like a little cloud that wafted across the room.

"Hmm." Blake smelled first. "Come to think of it yeah, your pipe doesn't smell like vanilla to me it... it reminds me of being wrapped in a nice freshly bought leather coat. Maybe a hint of I dunno...sage? Some kind of herb. But it's a nice smell."

Alex inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "Dude for me that smells like...meat...and apples...and fresh cut grass? What the hell? Very earthy smells from that pipe of yours."

"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it." Seth's voice sounded like it was saving in and out out of their senses all of a sudden. Alex took a deep slug of his beer before laying back on the couch and enjoying the buzz. "A beast that's born of a hollowed hill, that dwells in darkness of cave at will, whose nose is large and thick like his beard. Strong as a bear, strength of might, grow into a firbolg this very night..."

Suddenly, pain shot through Alex's body as he clutched his sides. His ribs were moving along his fingers as it came apparent his body was growing. He tried to get up and move, but only fell back over and landed on the carpet below him. He began to shake violently as his back went rigid and a strange feeling washed over him. His flesh was getting thicker, he could tell it by touch, his muscles growing so fast now. He howled out and could feel his bones popping under his skin, muted by how hard it seemed to get. What started out as pain though quickly melted into something...else and his cock was now growing rigid and pushing against his taut underwear. He was leaking like a sieve underneath and the watery wet stain was soaking right through them. His skin was burning, and as he was overwhelmed with the urge, he physically tore his underwear open to find that his skin, now going a bluish green tint was pulsating through it and sending volumes of precum splashing onto his stomach.

"What-what the fuck man?!" He could hear his voice cracking, getting deeper, his balls getting thicker and heftier as they fell loose from their underwear housing.

Alex felt hair growing on his body; hair that had never been there before as it spread out like a carpet of fuzz along his stomach, his chest and even a burning tingle as a full beard spouted from his face. His hair was turning an ashen gray color and growing exponentially as he planted his palms against his face, he could feel they too were getting bigger, his fingernails growing thick, dark claws on them as his teeth; at least his canines began to poke out further and sharpen like little daggers in his mouth. His body was growing too, every time he would turn over he felt himself kick something that had been further away only a moment before and all he could see out of his blurred vision by now was a thick wafting of smoke and Seth's eyes, now glowing red in the cloudy vision.

"Great and mighty the axe you may wield, horns black as ebony, your body a muscular field. You are the king of the labyrinth, the muscular denizen of the maze in lore. But little do others realize you are much more. Break free your body, coarse fur mighty roar and quake your lovers with your mountainous score."

Blake had fumbled his way into the kitchen, clutching his head he couldn't get over the massive pain throbbing between his temples, as he crumpled to his knees he let out a bellowing moan as he felt his bones crackling under him. His body was getting bigger and he could hear the seams of his shirt and his pants shredding as his body slowly but surely burst out of it. He wasn't wearing his underwear and could feel his bare ass expose itself to the cool air as he fumbled across the fridge, making the door swing open, illuminating the kitchen. Almost immediately, a wave of warmth washed over him as a thick pelt of fur exploded across his exposed body in a massive wave. He felt his balls pop and a strange tingling sensation made him reach down and grab his dick, only to find that it was half-concealed in a fleshy tube of its own.

The headache was back, he moaned and grabbed the sides of his scalp and could feel his face jutting forward, forming a rounded animal-like mouth and he was still growing. Broader, his muscles expanding his heart pounding as his cock started to leak heavily onto the linoleum floor. His legs trembled and he kept himself in a kneeling position before an ear-splitting tearing noise filled his mind and suddenly two massive horns shot from his skull. He let out another cry, but whether it was pleasure or pain, he couldn't be sure.

The bellowing woke Roland, who had just drifted off to sleep and he rolled over on his back. He saw Seth now, looming creepily above him, his eyes were glowing red, but Roland couldn't move, he was locked in position as he stared up at the man, his face morphing into the face of an animal. "Roland, your friends are downstairs waiting for you..." He said, but his voice almost seemed to be disembodied, his lips moving faster--or slower than his words came forth. "You want them--don't you?"

"Y-yes...no! No what the--what the fuck are you talking about? Who are you?"

Seth's fingers fell over Roland's face, making him feel an immediate warmth wash over him and then he pulled down, ripping his shirt clean down the center. Roland could feel the man's long, sharp nails dragging along his skin and his trail began to burn immediately. Overwhelmed with desire, Roland's hips rose up, arching his back as his arousal began to swell in his boxer shorts. He hissed and gripped at the sheets, feeling a fire in his belly, one that could only be filled by his idiot friends. "Give into it, feel it..." Seth's voice was no more than a whisper now, drowned out by the passioned groans of Roland, who then fell flat on his bed. "Y-yes... fuck... yes..."

Roland rolled from his bed and onto the floor, stumbling as he tried to return his thick, hard cock to his shorts. He was led by some unknown director to walk out of his room and to the stairs, he stumbled down them slightly and had to grab hold of the banister. "Blake? Alex?" He asked, finding a strange shape to his teeth. "Are you here?" He slipped again on the wood floor, it was as though his feet weren't really cooperating with them. As Roland looked down he could see that his feet appeared strange; they seemed pointed, somehow smaller than he remembered. But it was dark in the house, so maybe he--"OOF!" He grunted as he bumped into a large wall of hair and staggered back at the sight of a massive, long-eared beast standing in front of him. "What the fuck?!"

The creature grabbed Roland by the arm and pulled him in close. His massive chest muscles holding him in like they were big plush pillows of hair. Roland lingered for a minute, inhaling the musky smell he gave off. He couldn't resist and began to slowly drag his tongue along the man's furry chest, making him growl in approval at it. "Alex..." He thought aloud and the firbolg leaned Roland's head back and gave him a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue deep into Roland's mouth and making him go rigid in his posture.

There was a tingling sensation on top of Roland's head, and immediately he felt his hair start to give way, shedding from on top of his head like he was balding. At first, he put his hands up, trying to keep it from happening only to find his fingers immediately finding bare spots and touching his scalp in response. He hissed and moaned, rolling around before realizing that Seth was no longer there. He got out of the bed and staggered across the floor, trying desperately to stand upright as he stepped out into the hall.

"B-Blake! Alex! He-help...I can't..." He slipped on the floor some and caught himself on the banister, making his way down the stairs; he could hear the sound of banging from the kitchen.

He groggily placed his hand on his forehead, only to realize he felt a pair of nubs just to the sides of his forehead. He gasped at the loud banging from the kitchen as something in there was shattering dishes left and right. Another loud bang and he could hear the sound of running water geysering out of the room. He stood upright and saw a massive, several-foot higher than him minotaur barging out of the room. The tattered remains of his shirt shredding off in the doorway as he walked through. "Bl-blake?" He asked, recognizing the shirt as it tore off. He took a step back and found himself suddenly in the arms of a beast standing behind him that practically lifted him off the floor. He gasped in surprise as the minotaur grabbed him and ripped his underwear off. Roland realized that this bull was hard as a rock, and so was the beastly troll-like creature holding him up. "Alex? Is-is that you?"

As Roland was hoisted into the air, he gasped loudly. Suddenly feeling turned on his body shook as he noticed his belly had distended and much of his athletic, jock-shaped form had melted away into it. He then moaned as Alex's long, almost pointed tongue caressed his neck. He felt Alex's hands wrap tightly under his arms as the bull moved forward and began to caress his hands down Roland's new pooch belly. They had sandwiched him in, he could feel their muscles against him. Slowly, Alex let Roland down and abruptly shoved him against the minotaur's massive, foot-long cock, which poked against his face and immediately he wrapped his lips around it. Alex spread Roland's cheeks and wetly dragged his tongue along the crevice. An uncontrollable urge had him turn to Alex and say "Oh fuck yeah, use that tongue, boy..." His voice sounded almost alien to him, very gruff, very animalistic and when he turned back to suck on Blake's thick cock, he realized his face was strangely shapen not entirely inhuman, but he felt a pointier presence to his nose and his chin as it slathered against the wet flesh. The minotaur grabbed Roland by his face and began to force feed him his cock. Roland felt his throat fill with that massive shaft and as he gagged it down, he could feel his feet and his legs changing.

He didn't see exactly what was happening, but from the moment he indulged in the thick musky scent from the minotaur, he felt the muscles in his legs start to shake. His feet weren't as dextrous as he was used to and he couldn't spread his toes apart. A burning sensation spread from his ass hole as Alex worked on it and it suddenly grew itchier or hairier. He looked down to see that his legs were now covered in a thick chestnut colored pelt of fur. His knees were bent forward while his ankles were bent back. A pair of hooves clicked on the floor and not only had his belly grown, but his cock had grown to twice its size and was now covered with an uncut lip of flesh that was now dripping on the floor.

He wasn't sure what was causing this, but an urge overwhelmed him and he began to stroke himself vigorously; precum pouring from his cock was soaking his fingers and audibly dripping like a faucet onto the wood floor under them. Alex drove his tongue in deeper and deeper, his hands sliding across the fur as it settled, revealing a soft and lush pelt that he kept smoothing over again and again. It wasn't only his belly that had gotten bigger, but as Roland took a moment to look back, he realized his butt had gotten quite plump as well; he watched as Alex's face buried itself into the flesh as more and more of it appeared for him to spread out around his mouth. "F-Fuuuuck..." He let out a gasp and immediately, Blake grabbed him by the horns that had suddenly burst forth from his scalp and forced him to push his face into the minotaur's crotch. Roland held his hands against Blake's body, the thick pelt of ashen-gray fur now a mass of muscle that he couldn't help but hold onto for stability. His hands climbed up the beastly torso as his tongue explored the hefty bull's balls, his nose pushing back the sack to inhale as much of his musk as possible. Roland was already sweating, he wanted to be fucked by the minotaur; by both of them actually and he marked the desperation by again driving his mouth down over the thick shaft.

It didn't take long of Roland swallowing what felt like gallons of precum for Blake to pick up the hint and with a growl of aggression, he pulled the new satyr from Alex and wrapped his massive arms up under him, lifting him up in front of the firbolg. Alex grinned and spread Roland's legs and continued his exploration with his tongue while Blake began to prod at him with his needing shaft. "G-Go on, fuck me you cowards! Split me in two! I fucking want it!" His voice, while somewhat trembling had a confident demand to it and both beasts obliged;

First, the minotaur's cock pushed into Roland's well-lubed ass and the satyr let out a howl of pleasure despite the sudden painful shock to his system. As Blake began to work a furious rhythm into his ass, it began to smooth out and his howls turned to unabashed moans. All the while, Alex continued to work his tongue, both along Roland's satyr cock, but also lapping at his ass and Blake's cock at the same time. "Ffffuck I knew you were just a little slutty, Alex... come on--g-get it going. Fill me the fuck up!"

The firbolg grinned wildly and moved in, holding Roland's legs as he pressed his cock against Blake's massive mino-dick. As they both pulled down, Roland could feel both of their cocks now pressing against his ass, stretching it with every drop until at last both thick cocks penetrated the satyr and he let out another cry of passion. He tightened his legs around Alex, pulling the three of them even closer. "Ahh! AAAAHH! FUCK!" He cried louder and louder as both cocks thrust him up into the air, causing his own to suddenly lose control and loose his white seed all over his body like some out of control firehose.

Both Alex and Blake gave out their own howl in unison and began to flood their power bottom hungry satyr with their own torrents, causing an immediate expansion of his belly and a downpour of cum to come flooding out all at once--

"The next day, when Roland's father came to check on his son, he was nowhere to be found. Just a mass of scratches, strange white stain puddles, destroyed furniture and broken windows. Their families had no clue where to find them, and to this day it's rumored that the Fargo Woods constantly erupts in the sounds of gratuitous moans and cries throughout the night... and that it's still them fucking relentlessly somewhere out in the wilderness; their humanity completely lost, or at least...that's the stories."

"Dude...I'm not gay or anything, but that actually sounds kind of hot." The blond surfer boy Dean exclaimed as he sat back, discreetly hiding an obvious chub in his shorts.

"You think we'll ever meet these guys? I mean...it's been what? Ten summers since that happened, right?"

Roland smiled at the pair; a part of a party of six fraternity brothers who had come camping for the weekend. "Well, you never know." He said. "Apparently satyrs have the power to look like anybody else. You might have passed one on the street, crossed one by tossing a beer can in the forest, or who knows? Maybe you just fucking turned one on." He chuckled. "But go hang out with your friends, we'll talk more about this later."

Dean and his friend Mike then got up, straightened their shorts out and headed back toward the campfire glowing in the distance. Without looking behind him, Roland let out a slow sigh of pleasure. "So, boys...are we ready to have our fun?"

THE END