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Stories of BeastRise : Last Detour

A small world was quietly resting amongst the natural reserve surrounding Heissand Campground. In this breezy early noon of October were cottontail rabbits carelessly hopping into the fresh grass covered in droplets from yesterday's rain, slowly evaporating back to the skies from the warmth of a late day.

From their tall heights the red cedars stood, sprouted and rooted deep in their homeland for years sheltering the wildlife and flora from the heating sun and the drenching cold rains.

A long time ago the land was quiet, leading a natural cycle of life untouched by external elements. Everything was in order until they came. Only the elder trees recall these cruel times as their roots felt the pain of their brother cut down and pulled off their ground, all slain for a few pieces of grass near the lake. It was when they built this strange shelter against the heat, the rain, and the snow. Despite their losses the trees now have new specimens to look down at.

Despite their invasive nature the humans didn't cut them all down as they are now protected here, allowing the remaining to live their quiet life having to observe the passing of these small mobile people spending their time inside the repurposed corpses of a kin unknown to them. Now the spectating trees were peacefully waiting for winter to come and bring its cold embrace. For it to slowly freeze the pond and coat the sturdy oak of the cabins with a bright silver snow, signaling humans and animals to shelter and wait for winter to pass and spring to bloom to restart the cycle of life and death as nature intended.

It worked at first until one kind defiantly refused to submit to it anymore. Deciding to evolve past it as they now outlasted nature's long violated rules braving the dead cold In search for a new resource ; entertainment.

Each season presented their own human plays as the oblivious actors lived their lives under an onlooking grand audience all immobile yet ready to listen to their loud shenanigans.

In the morning, they could witness small humans descending from a loud lump of colored metal disturbing the quiet nature before storming into the dismantled corpse shaped into their home which now protects them from the wrath of nature when the snow comes.

Such morbid curiosity continued as the sun arose to its peak, bringing much needed heat for the humans to feel comfortable enough to get out, eat near the pond or play with each other and as night fell onto them the taller ones gathered them all to come back inside and so it was their time to rest and sleep before another new day and new adventures to root deep inside their memories and if forgotten, to be remembered by the watchful trees.

Their Barks bore the scars of scratches and marks from those little rascals, they peeled off their sensible wooden skin, often carving them afterwards with strange symbols in all shapes, some curved while others were straight cuts. As their bodies suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. They could only listen to the snickering and giggling of these tiny creatures before a more mature one chased after them with a less playful tone. It seemed the taller they got the more mindful they were.

Eventually the tiny ones left as they rejoined the shrieking metal lump to dust off in the distance under the wavering and cheers of their mature kin but even if they left it was only temporary as winter came they'll come back as well, bringing with them life to the cold valley. Despite a sour feeling of rancor the trees cannot blame the little ones.

Alas, one night of autumn the tall humans partied indoors, with no children around. They could finally enjoy the place to themselves but strange things happened. A creature unseen before, half animal half human, picked them off one by one dragging them under their pines engaging in an intense activity as they turned, changed to join the strange Beast into their pack before taking over the place claiming it as their home for a few moon crescents.

One full moon the pack moved leaving this place abandoned. Those who were once humans now changed shapes and fur, the strange pieces of colorful fibers they once wore torn to pieces and scattered under the cedars. They know something changed and that the tiny ones might never come back for this winter. Maybe they finally left them alone after all this time ?

Their questions soon turned to anticipation as they could hear the fearful yet familiar screech onto the distant first trail. A new play presenting itself~

Whistling across the dirt and pebbles, the tyres suddenly braked to a halt scratching their used treads against the battered path as the suspension took the blow and minimized the shaking. The glaring sun beamed through the cracked windshield, it blinded Nathan's eyes who raised his left arm to cover his face, giving shadow to his burned retina but he couldn't notice the welcome sign near the entrance, nearly hitting it over with the tour bus. He quickly slammed the steering wheel to the left whilst taking it easy on the gas pedal. The giant vehicle slowed down to a stop, poorly parked with its left side facing the stoney path towards the entrance of the cabin.

Steam whistled out of the burnt muffle coughing the last emissions of gas the tank could spit before drying out for good, emptied as the engine rumbled one last time.

Nathan sighs, his shoulders slumped as his grip slipped away from the leather of the steering wheel slapping down to his thighs. His hands turned red because of the constant rubbing against the grip he should have put some fingers on but couldn't in the moment. Cramps pains his palms as his fingers twitch against the denim of his jeans. With asscheeks nailed deep into the leopard seat, they felt numb from hours of sitting and scratching against the cheap printed synthetic fur.

“Fuck." Muttered the sweaty punk, pinching the round neckline of his band tee flapping it to fan his neck and chin hoping some fresh air would swoop in despite the bus feeling like a damn sauna since the AC broke down. He wiped the sweat off his forehead using the back of his left hand before sliding it over his head hoping the musky humidity would slick back his dark scruffy hair, remnants of a spiked short cut left to flatten out into uneven cuts slapping against his scalp.

The sole of his dirt-soiled running shoes would leave a print onto the gas pedal once his weakened legs would move away to stand up. Stumbling to the side, Nathan felt the relief of his ass contracting against his tired muscles. Taking a few steps forward he headed inside the tour bus to check on the crew.

“You all fine mates!?" Yelled Nathan to no answers. He panted out begging for fresh air.

The crew appeared to be fine but they were on alert. Peeking through the curtains of the dusty windows with eyes wide open, their minds unsettled by what they've witnessed back in Aberdeen. Damn evacuation zone was supposed to be safe but now they're back on the road, and this time with Beasts on their trail…

Stranded in the middle of a natural reserve in South Dakota, out of gas and with potential pursuers closing up on them even though they drove over several hundred miles. Nathan scratches his head trying to think of a solution until his eyes dart onto the campground cabin in the distance : Perhaps there was some fuel laying around for the grabbing?

Despite the near desperation pushing him to rush to such a hasty decision.

Nathan could only commit to this plan since they're dry on gas. The fumes were very light around the last few miles and the gas gauge was beeping red all along… before setting out to hopefully find some he needs to inform the crew.

Even though their tour was cancelled a long time ago, Nathan still found himself to be the one holding the group together as they drove through numerous states in search for a safe haven from the Beasts. Good thing they've invested a lot of money with a trustworthy contact to snatch this ride at a good price, that black steamy beast sure endured a lot throughout the journey there and served as their safety net whenever they needed it.

The band manager walked up to the first guy he bumped into, Scott.

Putting his hand over his shoulder, he gently taped onto the leather of the band vest to indicate his presence to the distracted bassist trying to have a look outside.

“Hey Spinel." Nathan softly called Scott by his stage name, one better fitting to the bright and curious personality of the bassist. On the back of his vest Spinel wore the logo of their rock band Jaime Gems. It had faux white leopard fur around the neck and a glistening marron broken heart with “Jaime Gems" written in white rhinestones. It all gives a glamour outlook to the vest which perfectly represents what their group is about. Rocking about love and romance, all in spectaculars show off their fans couldn't forget about.

He turned his head to Nathan, finally noticing his presence. Spinel was regarded as a fan's favorite yet he mostly kept to himself, oblivious to his fame and rather aloof. He would rather focus on wrecking the music records than breaking bed slats, unlike someone else.

“We ran out of gas?" Asked Spinel, already guessing what's wrong from Nathan's worried sighs, no words were needed to guess the situation.

“Yeah." Nathan looked down and slightly nodded to the side. He appeared defeated.

Getting his answer, he spins to the tour manager to rest his back against the metallic wall. Arms crossed with hands nervously knead the fabric of his black tee, pulling down the short sleeve along. He shrugs, taking in a deep breath before he deflates into a deep sigh.

“Let's hope that you at least drove far enough to lose them. If you need to tell the others, Matt closed himself into his room and Jaime is not willing to speak." It's clear that the mood is down and Nathan would have to gather everyone for a meeting as usual…

Hearing about Matthias his heart sank at the idea he might have gone on another crying fit. Quickly turning around to reach the bedroom, Spinel gives him a tap on the side demanding just a bit more attention to what he has to say.

“Nathan." his tone just kept deepening, a note Nathan never heard coming from his voice.

“Yeah?" Nathan sheepishly replied, unsure of what was coming next.

Scott seemed hesitant first, looking away for a brief second before looking back at him.

“I understand that you still think about the days we were touring but you gotta accept that those days are over. You've seen what's been happening. What happened at Aberdeen!"

“Still now we are…" Nathan attempted to reply before being cut off from his rhetorics.

“What will you do then? Another sitting session trying to work your magic group therapy?! Matt is in shambles and Jaime should be thankful the chaos diverted the attention of the press from his fraud and battery scandals! Can't you get over it? Jaime… damn that name! Jaime Gems isn't a thing anymore. The whole schtick died the moment people started turning into brutes and our tour, our final one mind you, got canceled!"

His ranting ceased for a faint second before going back at it.

“I could have been with Pa when it all went down but my dumb ass decided to stick it out until the end with all your sorry asses! Don't call me Spinel anymore. It's Scott."

A crushing weight sank deep within Nathan's chest. Left breathless from the blow as he watches Scott darting off with a complexed stance, shaking his shoulders to bounce his damned vest off, letting it hit the floor in a slight stud. Nathan's ears twitch at the louder thud of the door being bashed to shut close. Spinel left, hopefully to get some fresh air.

Nathan stood helplessly as he watched Scott walk away in the distance, seemingly oblivious to the dangers that surrounded him. His large, black, fluffy mohawk makes him easy to spot, especially if any Beast is around but this isn't a concern to the former bassist.

He talked multiple times about how he didn't mind them much, even becoming one wouldn't be a bother because he sees how they're having it better than them now. It was clear that Scott was done from running, and Nathan couldn't drag him further into that endless escape. “Now to Topaz," Nathan sighs, hoping things would go better with Matthias but from what Scott said it seemed likely that things could get worse.

Heading deeper into the bus, a sharp pain pierced in his head. From driving for hours on end without rest, some side effects were bound to happen. He staggered a bit to the side, nearly losing his balance until he collided against another shoulder nearly sending him toppling to the ground.

His shaky body gained back its composure along with his vision to see who he bumped in and... it was none other than Jaime, band leader, charmer and a torn to his side.

Parading around like an eccentric pheasant as usual. Jaime waved his flamingo-feathered boa around, always managing to get impressively well-dressed despite late happenings.

Sharp eyes stabbed right through Nathan as the flamboyant man looked down on him, he then casually walked away in his dapper navy suit, brushing the dust and pulling off the glisten of his zebra shirt displaying a deep purple. Striking color contrasts just like his two-faced attitude all displayed by exaggerated theatrics such are those hips swaying on the way out. Not a single word would've been exchanged this time but Nathan still felt the pressure from those judgemental eyes pecking at his feelings.

Jaime knew how to leave a mark and he certainly did, as the door of the bus softly opened and closed without a ruckus this time ; the ride has been quite bumpy. Something the blondie couldn't tolerate anymore despite having been able to manage his car sickness until now, the stench coming from the bathroom hinting at an unpleasant idea of the results.

Avoiding to step closer to the reek, Nathan stumbled onto Topaz's room or should he call him Matthias? With the bassist dropping the act, the face of the band always acting up now Nathan wondered what the drummer would do. He knew Matt was a sweetheart but the stress of the road puts a toll on everyone to the point it was out of Nathan's control even if he helped manage the band for years.

Seeing the black door, Nathan's hand reached towards the handle but he hesitated for a bit. Melancholy enveloped his mourning heart as he started reminiscing about the times he spent with Matt. The first time they met was at an underground alternative rock party. That night he bumped into a shy and nervous Matt, cheered him up and partied together. It was in those moments that the whole world stopped for the both of them. One thing led to another and Nathan became part of the band thanks to his relationship with Matthias, the rest is history. A faint hope filled his heart, happy to still have Matt around.

The tip of his fingers softly pressed onto the handle, slowly pulling it down as the latch slips aways from the frame in a soft creak. Nathan cautiously pushes the door open, trying his best to not disrupt Matt. Leaning his head against the door, he tried to listen to Matthias if he was ever crying but a strong stench struck his nostrils instead, overwhelming his sense of smell. He instinctivelly pulled himself back and nearly shut the door by reflex.

What was smelling so strongly ? This scent was earthy with a salty taint to it, one leaving an itch down his nostrils, blurring up in his head. Was Matt smoking that damn bong again ?

Facing the smell with eyes closed. Nathan opens the door wide open, holding his breath while gritting his teeths from the intense smell pouring from the room, flooring into the whole bus as it freed itself from the restraint of Matt's personal bedroom.

“Gosh! What is that smell?!" Nathan spat out, his mouth opened welcoming in the uninvited musk, strong fumes filling the room into a heated sauna. Taken aback by a coughing fit, Nathan folded on himself surrounded by a nauseous smell. He tried to reach out for a surface to lean on, fighting for his balance and remembering the layout of the intoxicating bedroom, keeping his sight close as he feared getting the uncomfortable feeling into his eyes. He managed to land his hand against Matt's desk but his skin entered in contact with a slippery goo making him nearly lose his grip against the furniture.

Confused by the touch, Nathan straightened his back and slowly opened his eyes to look down at his hand covered in what can only be described as semen, an abundant amount of it.

Puzzled by the discovery, Nathan raises his head to look at the bed. He gasped. Forgetting to hold his breath, his mouth gape at the sight of Matt or rather what happened to him.

Black and yellow fur covered Matt's entire body, the once small and frail drummer now looked plump with chub and thick thighs. A sickening musk clouded between his ginormous testicles wobbling, crushing the soft mattress covered in a layer of hot steamy semen. The generous source of semen was none other than an imposingly huge yellow cock towering up against Matt's small maw, opened wide trying to gulp down every single spews of semen shooting up his uvula before flowing down his gullet, bloated his shiny belly into a ballooning cum tank at the sight. Looking at the arms hugging the cock whole, they haven't grown much muscles but still stroked the hyper member hard enough to procure pleasure and relief for the chiroptera creature to indulge himself in. Cum would be gushed everywhere while Matt continued his ferocious self fellatio, suckling and drooling all over his meaty snack as the excess poured from the openings, making a mess of the room with the floor now covered in his gunk. Amidst the dense fog of musk was the soothing aroma of cannabis coming from the used bong laying against Matt's left thighs, bathing in his semen with shred rags floating over. The bat was huge and his genitals even more, disproportionate to his own teapot body, legs forced to spread wide whilst his paws rested on these fat balls.

“Sclrrrp! Glhrk!" Loud guzzles fill up the silence as Nathan gawks at the Beast that Matt became. He didn't realize yet but a tent was pitching down his jeans. The toxic smokes triggered a warm reaction within his chest letting him exhale a soft moan of delight.

Nathan wasn't scared at the Beast that Matt became but rather curious. Wondering how he could have grown into this thick bat, crushing the bed under the sheer weight of those juicy hips… was he getting horny ? He took a step closer, lifting the sole of his shoe from the sticky fake wooden floor, wiping the cum against the jeans and feeling that stretch coming from his erection. He entered Matt's privacy circle, an access only few can have a right to.

“Hey Matt? It's Nate." He interrupted the Beast in the middle of its self-loathing session, the gurgles and swallows soon slowed to a halt. The impressive cock unleashing its last load into meaty throbs, balls churning as they've emptied all across the room. The bright yellow eyes of the new Matt appear to Nathan as they stared at each other. The Bat soon expressed his shock with a red blush covering his wetted furry face. “Huh?! I…" He let out a squeak, having lost the grip onto his huge dick who came slapping against his chest and chin, spewing leftover semen against his soft face and flattened yellow nose. Matt put his long fluffy ears back, a small and soft tail rubbing against the wet pillows below.

Still astonished by what he's seeing, Nathan hesitates to come even closer. A splash of semen nearly hits his shirt as it lands, splattering, all over the nightstand. That cock was hosing its seed everywhere, turning the room into a messy wet dream. The human quickly turns around and shuts the door to avoid the others to find out what's happening.

How did he turn ? Why did no one find out ? How long has he been in that state ? Many questions rushed inside his head and the shock of his band love turned into one of them. It was too much to bear as Nathan tried to keep composure. However, a familiar voice called him out from the bed, one that knew how to soothe his heart ; “Nate? You alright?"

“Matt, is it you?" Nathan asked, wondering if his friend remembered who he was. He heard rumors about Beasts losing their identity after turning, hence why so many of them bore nicknames or names attached to items or past names they had. What if he lost his memory ?!

A raspy, high-pitched, voice groaned back, answering Nathan's worries.

“Yeah it's me… kind off heh." Chuckled Matt, his red eyes telling Nate that he was high. The stoner bat hugged his cock like a body pillow, his fragmented mind trying to calm down both his body and his boyfriend as he sensed the heavy emotions Nathan was going under.

“Ya got a snack? I crave a munchy." Nathan's heart stopped hearing this, an intense relief flowed down his nerves, sloshing his shoulder in relief as he gasped for air reassured that Matt is still himself even if stoned.

“Ahh it's you darling. I was scared for a second." In this moment, either by relief or under the influence of the musk, Nathan forgot Matt turned into a Beast, the creatures they've fled from after the crashing chaos at the last show.

He could forget all those days of running and driving, barely escaping with their humanity as the world quietly fell apart around them. He forgot all of that as he still had Matthias with him, someone who would listen, someone he could love.

“I thought I would lose you…" his eyes became watery, on the verge of tearing.

Absolutely wrecked by cannabis and pleasured urges, Matthias tried to understand his distraught lover, rubbing his paws onto his pumpkin-sized purses, brushing its yellow fur.

“W-what do you mean? I'm here. You sure everything is alright Nate?" He asks, speaking from the bottom of his heart in a very calm manner thanks to weed.

“Yes?" Nathan blindly tried to comfort Matt out of reflex but came to realize he's the one who needs the talking this time. The sudden change of roles put him in a spot he didn't feel comfortable in, having to open up his wounds over the past few weeks…

He took a deep breath, inhaling even more of Matt's musk which became a sweet perfume to embrace, such smell put his mind at ease. With his lungs now breathing the fumes Nathan feels ready to have a chat with Matt despite the raging boner distracting him down there.

“The road here was rough. We just barely escaped the chaos at the military checkpoint and… tchh! he briefly chuckled. Now that you've turned into a Beast as well, I wonder if it was worth all this reckless shit." Nathan pondered, was it really necessary to run from them anymore ? Even from the start they could have embraced this gift and lived as Beasts.

“If I am a beast. Are you afraid of me?" Matt takes his time to gather his words.

“I'm sorry if I do."

He added, adding a pinch of guilt with his derailed train of thoughts.

“You don't have to be. I still love you." Nathan finds himself smiling, the warm feeling of relief cultivating within his mind, a featherlight sensation floating throughout his body.

The only member weighing him down would be his penis who started throbbing in delight. Deep down his mind knew something was happening to him yet the presence of Matthias assured him he was safe with him and it was all that mattered to him~

Matt noticed how his pheromones gained power over Nathan's logical mind, letting his heart speak out to him. Glad to have a genuine conversation with his love instead of empty promises of safety, the bat smiled and patted the free space onto his left to invite his sweetheart to relax on his side like they used to back in the days.

“Come on, just relax."

The invitation felt enticing. Nothing but a smoking session back when they were preparing before every public show. Influenced by the pheromones, Nathan couldn't refuse such a great opportunity as he joined his darling to his side, laying against his left thighs. It was a shock to realize how tall Matt truly had gotten now that he found himself close to him.

He would rub his partner's belly if it wasn't for the half-hard log laying over it.

With his sense of smell numbed, Nathan didn't mind the once toxic smell as it developed into his favorite fragrance, one worn by the one he wanted to spend his days with. Leaning further onto Matt, Nathan started exploring his fur, furrowing through the dense wet forest with his tiny human finger, feeling a warm and soft skin laying underneath.

His eyes wandered over that impressive length laying onto the opposite side. A thick foreskin softly throbbing from its impulsive shaft, the musky source of goodness.

A sharp snap of ignition tickled his ear, soon accompanied by the bubbling of the bong water, piquing his curiosity. Nathan raised his head over the fluffy wonderland that was Matt's body to see him hitting the bong. Huffing in a strong amount of weed smoke and holding his breath in. That hit was big but Matt was even bigger now. Impressed, Nathan silently looked at the purple glass exhaling more smoke into the room, he then noticed the flattened nose of the bat-like beast pointing at him, close enough to graze his roundy one. Matt smiled while his eyes locked into those of Nathan. He then blew the charming fumes onto his human face, sharing the good vibes~

The earthy smoke breeze all over Nathan's face and chest, inhaling the musky fumes in.

Everything felt right all of a sudden. Why should he worry anymore?

His eyes were red and itchy, his nostrils whistling as smoke escaped from his inflamed nose. Mouth gaping, he tried to reach for air when he abruptly met the lips of his love, kissing his mouth whole with that big maw of his all filled with saliva and semen.

An explosive cocktail of tastes and emotions mixed thoroughly within their passionate kiss. Nathan felt his body being maneuvered with ease, landing right onto the bat's cum-covered chest. A heavy set slammed against his back and sandwiched him against Matt, who continued their kiss without interruption; neither of them wanted to let this moment stop as their lips intertwined. Wet tongues licked onto each other, twirling in search of a new angle to tickle their partner into an intense dance. The taste turned out amazing while Nathan gulped it down, with Matt assisting along by pushing his tongue into his throat.

A flaring sensation bloomed within Nathan's chest, absorbing his focus whilst his erect member suddenly stiffened. Palpitations bombed up his chest with new found strength sending hot blood rushing down below by pulses. Veins started to show over his small body, bumping under his hardening skin. Feeling his blood boiling, Nathan couldn't hold himself back anymore, jumping into the sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue against Matt's oversized one, doing its best to play around while being toyed with.

An empowering urge erected underneath his pants, bumping against the zippers of the jeans, trying to pry their way out from this denim prison, pulsations clashing against the metallic teeth sending the puller to ricochet against its tug.

These little thuds intrigued Matt who looked down to Nathan's crotch and noticed the veiny shaft outsizing its jeans with every inch of growth throbbing wildly pushing his partner to moans within his maw. The Beast quickly shut him with his tongue deep into his throat~

Bursts of raw rut overcame Nathan's third legs as it spewed its pre all inside his underwears, staining his crotch with a new stench joining the one of his Beastly partner and evolving with every shot spreading an ever-increasing amount of mutant pheromones against his struggling clothes. Still occupied by the kiss, Nathan couldn't undress himself in time before hearing the button unpin, flinging somewhere unknown, and a strong burst in both power and rut stimulating his endowment. His cock towered against the waistband of his boxers, its head trying to poke through free but the growing fifteen inches of lumber met an obstacle. It blindly tried to escape before prying its exit, folding in half, the shaft sliding out free to throbs and spread its musk whilst the leaky head, stubborn as ever, still battled the elastic fabric. With one final spurt a loud ripping of fabric detonated across the room, ruined bits of boxers and jeans flying across the room like shrapnel with tiny metallic bits of the zipper pushed by force from the oppressive size of Nathan's purse, bloating with semen to be spewed as the leathery testicles clapped back against his inner thighs.

Stunned by the numb feeling, Nathan felt the weight that had grown down between his legs. He muttered and drooled on the side of his mouth. Gnawing against his teeth who slowly sharpened into fangs. A similar sharp yet brief pain could be felt over his nails, forming into sturdy claws over his fingers and jutting through his socks poking the end of his converse. The change provoked a burning heat within his body which was emanating a scented smoke as the sweat evaporated over his tense skin, burning to the touch.

A perverted hand grabbed Nathan's enlarged genitals and fondled the balls with fuzzy and nimble fingers. Matt was groping his darling tightly, still crushing him with his giant cock but the changing human seemed to slowly gain the strength to lift it up, eventually kneeling on top of the Beast's bloated belly. His back hardened, growing in muscles which turned perfect to hold the giant pillar of flesh against it. He got himself into a more comfortable position over Matt, giving the Beast a great view of the transformation~

Yet the Beast had other plans in mind for his changing partner. Still capable of overpowering Nathan, he dragged him against the mattress to lay his back against, moving himself instead and starting to hover his ass over Nathan's pulsing member.

A puffy yellow donut presented itself right over the hardening cock who was gaining inches from each spurts of growth pumping through his body. A deep instinct arose within the changing human who could feel his erection aiming at the hole as if attracted to it like a magnet. He could see Matt kneeling down to his waist, standing still to keep on teasing that hungry cock, desperate to reach its goal. Feeling the need to fill a hole, Nate grunted with empowering strength, embracing the transformation with an intense focus. Sweat dripped along the sides of his face from the demanding change across his body. With a snarl he gasped for air but instead, felt a change within the stench plunging the room into a musky sauna. The intoxicating perfume changed once more or maybe Nathan could smell it even stronger than before. He crossed his eyes to look at his nose which was no more. Instead a large elongated maw pushed further. Fiery red, orange and burnt brown bumped, burning away his former human skin to replace it into a layer of durable scales shining through the moisture of sweat and musk.

In the meantime, Matt kept teasing that evolving cock whose foreskin started to adapt to the same scales marking Nathan's face. Throbbing, it tried to outgrew his former size from a meager six incher to an impressive fifteen one. Yet it wasn't enough, the ascension demanded more growth to reach the alluring and roundy anus. Soon he felt the hard tip grazing near his hole, getting a splash of pre hosed over his anticipated rear entrance.

It was time to get the show started. Grasping the perfect moment, Matt landed down onto Nate, slamming his heavy cheeks onto the tensing muscles flaring up his lap and shoving up his pulsating cock balls deep within him. A shockwave was sent across Nathan's scalying body shaking him up against the broken down bed. He would roar thanks to his new chords growing within his thickening neck, his maw wide open to moan it out with all his sharpened teeth exposed, a long pointy tongue coming out to pant for air.

His words were cut, left in a trance from the goodness of that wide hole stroking his cock. The teapot beast started moving his ass up and down, pleasuring himself with the help of Nate's vibrating dick, growing within his tunnel of love flowing in pre~

The urge to blink pushed Nathan to commit. As he opened them, his vision turned blurry with a beaming flash of blue blazing through until he blinked once more. His sight became more precise, clearer with bright blue iris. Sharp pupils shaped like the one of a dragon now stared at a scene he felt the power rushing from ; The sight of his cock being toyed with from Matt's hole, each thrust exposing its base, growing in girth, a pulsating pillar of lust getting taller and thicker each time those fat cheeks lifted up. Even if he felt the crushing blows pinning his legs spread out open, the half-dragon started thrusting back finding the strength to give back the love to his darling~ Ballooning balls the size of beach balls wobbling with the churning of semen produced at the speed of light, ejaculating inside his lovely Bat adding one more potent semen to the mix within his sloshing belly~

That hole was surely greedy, taking in more than it could allow for, resulting in the excess spewing out into a thick puddle hiding the expanding scales onto Nate's lap. It wasn't until the dragon pushed his last spurt of hardened expansion, growing a steady nineteen incher with that veiny rod. It would plug the Bat's cave with its wide girth, its head hosing its seed all inside. Gallons of cum poured within the overloaded teapot, climbing up his insides until Matt started snorting semen from his yellow flattened snout soon followed by the spitting from the mouth. The Dragon wasn't done despite his batty bitch trying to pull out from his lubed member, with a sudden grasp bolstered by the bulging of his biceps cracking the sleeves open, he grabbed the hips of the volatile beast and slams them back against his lap, who now grew sturdier and stronger bracing impact with ease as cum splashed up to his chest. It dirtied the cropped tee who struggled to hold against the growing muscles and scales underneath. Once a slim stomach, sudden bumps of white scales popped into the form of steel abs layered perfectly into its glazing torso, hardening the surface for the bat to land on giving it quite the spank from each thrust when the roaring dragon thrusted his lance within Matt, bumping his belly with the tip and stirring the seeds swirling down his guts.

His legs cramped, bursting with muscles. Blood boiled within his thick popping veins, he slowly started to lift off the plugged heavy set who pinned his once miserable human body to a flattened mattress. The sheer pressure around his thighs was enough to crack open through the seams, splitting open its rare edition jeans into ruined denim bathing in semen and sweat. Nathan felt a sudden increase in height, the loud yet satisfying ripping of his pants following down to his pumping calves making short work of such futile legwears.

Heart racing. Chest pounding with vigor. Balls inflating with potency and fertility. Nathan gave up to his inner urges as pushed his whole lower-belly up, flipping over Matt against the crushed cushion to gain the upper hand. The Bat now laid his clogged belly against the soft ground, his waist hanged by the dragon's pride still stroking within his golden cave filling up the seedy hoard with greed and possessiveness making Matt's butt his own cherished treasure~ Greed was a draconic trait after all~

Each breath Nate took was engulfed with power. His chest soon adopted the earthy scales, brightened by a palette of fiery colors shaping underneath the struggling fabric of his Tee. Adoring his new body, the dragon Beast flexes both arms with a heavy grunt, shredding the sleeves into scraps. As his body pulsated and gained in muscle and size, his clothes ripped apart one by one joining the pile of rags into the puddle of semen. He could feel it all. From his killer quads pumping blood up and down across his entire system, his feet grew sharp rocky claws jutting out of the sock and converse. This emboldening buffer sculpted an impressive musculature of white scales that covered his chest. Abs popped into a six pack of steel, pecs grown into firm front buns to grope and tickle the darkened nips.

Suddenly, everything became a blur for the dragon, a headache expanding at the front of his balding skull, hardened by scales. For a moment he forgot what's going on, aimlessly plowing his seed into a muttering bat who squeaked for a break, pleading for the merciless breeding to stop. “... Nate, G-gosh…I-I can't anymore… Nate!" That must be his name. He slowly moved back, losing balance from his new size and mass, landing against the wall, the shock bending the metal with ease, feeling little to no pain from his strong back. He felt a stabbing sensation poking through his leathery skin as a solid spike pierced through, growing into a slight curve onto the sides, many smaller spikes coming along. His ears flattened before disappearing under the sturdy surface of his scales. His unshaved beard was no more, the hairs replaced by solid studs of brown, rocking a solid scaly-beard around his maw. Whatever pulsing sensation that was soaring through his body, it was no more. A crack could be felt just over his ass, an elongating tail popping from the top to swirl and grow under his melons for balls, uplifting them as the tail thickened into the one of a dragon. The growth stopped leading to a sudden loss of energy as the Dragon laid against the wall, sitting down on the broken bed and resting his exhausted body and mind.

After this rough mating, the bed has been turned into musky mess with semen sprayed all over the ground and walls, furnitures soaking in moist sweat and semen and a well-serviced anthro bat laying against the mattress, huffing in Nate's fresh scent after having experienced quite a pounding from his dragon rod. Despite the chaos the view was calming, the dragon feeling relieved of not having to worry anymore, embracing the sudden change that came with becoming a Beast. In the end they didn't have to spend all that time on the run. Yet Nate did wonder ; What would happen to Scott and Jaime once they come back to the bus ? It doesn't bother him much expecting them to get aroused by the sauna of musk that room turned into. For now he'll borrow the bong Matt used. His clawed hand tried to reach for a lighter but couldn't feel its metallic touch.

“Hey get me off you-!" Jaime's yell could be heard but suddenly cut short, alarming the dazed duo as they both hear the commotion coming from outside. Nate jumped from the bed and bumped against the low roof of the bus. He grunted as he struggled to make his way outside, not caring about his new body but more worried about what's happening to Jaime and Scott. Making his way through the once large bus, Nate felt that the world became tiny after the change, his half hard sledgehammer for a cock leaking a trail of semen down the carpet. He decided to let Matt rest back in the bedroom, choosing to head out all alone.

As soon as he exited the bus, he met face to face with another person. An unknown Beast with sharp green eyes staring back at his blue dragon eyes. It has the look of a pine marten with its little cheeks and snout, a striking contrast from his bolstering muscles, a huge member covered in semen hanging between his legs, cushioned by a heavy sack swinging at every step. “Oh hey there big guy." The marten greeted, his arms crossed around his pecs with the sight of pink hairs brushed under the impressive forearms. The pine marten held Jaime against his bountiful pecs shutting that damn trap that used to be such a bother to Nate. Jaime could be seen muffling with anger and trying to punch the pine marten in the pec, his clenched fists bouncing against dense fuzzy man tits. His nipples were leaky, visibly sucked and covered in saliva, a recent breastfeeding but from who ?

He still felt the need to protect Jaime from the Beast. He stepped forward and turned the stare into one of defiance, ready to settle down their issues if the pine marten tried anything funny with his band singer.

The rival Beast raised his right arm with an open palm on his hand, a sign of peace. Bracelets made of carved wooden beads would jiggle, the ricocheting of the beads bringing a stimulating noise. A deeper look at the outfit of the mustelid shows that he's wearing hand knit arm warmers, various accessories and beads over his wrists and ankles giving the Beast the outlook of a hippie. The final touch was a dream catcher laying over his nutsack, tied around his girthy cock like a cock ring. This Beast had taste.

“Hey. I'm not going to hurt this one. I guess he's your friend, huh? You all came from this big bus." The hippie said.

“Listen." Nate thought for a moment. Things didn't have to get this heated already but from the scent of semen and the sight of the Beast, something happened and Jaime's complaining between the furry pecs was quite the muffling evidence.

“It's all happening very fast, just tell me what's happening. Are any more of you waiting outside, have you chased after us this far ?" The dragon asked, a lot of thoughts created a turmoil within his mind. Hopefully Jaime couldn't see what Nathan turned into but his Beastly captor sure looked confused wondering what the draconic beast was blabbering about.

“What do you mean? Been living there by myself since a good month, others transformed with me but they all left. It was only me and nature until you lot arrived. I caught this flamboyant guy trying to snatch my car." He's saying the truth, an orange city car parked not far away from the picnic area, unusable to the Beast because of its small frame. Nate gotta admit it, Jaime deserved it on this one.

“And what about Spinel.. I mean Scott. Where is he?" Maybe he could get some clues about his other friend. He couldn't see him anywhere and it's been a good hour and a half…

“Oh him ? He's a great guy! He went into the cabin to relax. Stumbled upon him and after a bit of a chat we bonded. We've had a bit of a therapy session~..." From the fresh semen covering his cock, it was more than a therapy session.

The mustelid added “Turns out he's a real sweetheart even if he's cold at first. Also turned into a cutie as well~ Buddy really needed a change of mind and I haven't seen any humans in a while so the pleasure was mutual on our part, don't worry." Guess Nate wouldn't have the privilege to introduce his bassist to a life of furry sex and huge dicks.

“I guess that pink-haired yapper is your friend too then?" Asked the marten, still holding the loudmouth against his chest, enjoying the bit of struggling from such a feisty little guy. His genuine smile was adorable to look at, weakening the once protective dragon who quickly replied as he blushed.

“His name is Jaime. 'Prick' fits him well too." Pointed out Nate with a smirk who started to get filled with intentions. He won't mind going double trouble on Jaime for all the headaches he caused and catching up with Scoot.

“And mine's Murdock. What's yours~?" Murdock winked at the dragon.

“I'm Nate. A pleasure to meet a cutie like ya as well~" The dragon stepped closer to Murdock as both Beast sandwiched Jaime with their pecs, a hard surface pushing the human's face against a cozy fluff soaked with his own spit and breath.

Nate and Murdock looked at each other with expectation, flirty eyes preying upon today's game having calmed down between their chest. The dragon started to like the guy and quickly teased him with a slight frotting, musky members giving each others a good rub~

“How about we get this show going~?"

Fin.