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"A Forest of Denial"

It was early in the morning; the sun hadn't even come up yet, but a subtle hint of glowing on the distant horizon gave a clue that it would soon be dawn. The lighting in the older truck was dull, a green glow coming from the dashboard, many of the displays, even the old cigarette lighter helped to add an atmospheric color across the cloth bench seat as a subtle cool breeze emitted from the vents, providing a little air to the otherwise stuffy cab. The truck wasn't in the best shape, it was a mid-eighties chevy with almost half a million miles on it and despite everything, it was still a reliable vehicle to be taking into the forest for some hunting. Alec sat in the driver's seat, his spikey head of blond hair almost sticking to the headliner from static which sounded off every time he turned his head. He stifled a yawn and covered his mouth, trying to stay awake as long as possible. The trip had been incredibly uneventful, not so much a single animal had decided to run out into the road at them, no easy return home with enough game to please his dad. So he knew they had to do this the hard way. Mark was asleep in the passenger seat; lightly snoring with a thick blanket draped over him, his red hair draped in a messy mullet that fell to his shoulders and unkempt bangs that fell over his face as he snoozed in the soft glow that was cast over him. He glanced at the clock again, it was six-twenty in the morning and he was getting pretty sleepy as well. He needed a few minutes to rest his eyes and turned on the blinker to pull off to the side of the road.

The chill air of the morning seemed to penetrate the truck's closed windows and Alec hunkered down into the seat and crossed his arms over himself to negate the chill with his own body heat as the truck went quiet and the warmth coming from the vents slowly disappeared. He exhaled through his nose and closed his eyes. He was tempted to snag part of Mark's blanket for himself, but he didn't want to disturb him. Instead he rested his feet onto the bench seat and collapsed himself into a folded seating pose. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard the other man give a yawn that only felt more exhausted than his eyes were at that point.

"Where are we?" Mark asked, mid-yawn and not really opening his eyes.

"Middle of nowhere." Alec replied back simply as he tried in vain to get comfortable. It took several minutes for him to actually relax enough into a position to close his eyes. "Just go back to sleep." He urged. "We got plenty of weekend ahead of us to hunt."

"Did you want to share?" Mark asked softly, Alec opened an eye to see the man extending the edge of the blanket he was using.

Alec sneered. "No, I ain't gonna snuggle with you under the blanket, you think I'm queer or something?" He huffed and shoved his arms under his pits to try and stay warm as he shut off the truck and plunged the entire cab into darkness.

Hours passed, it seemed as the duo remained in their truck, the condensation from their breath building a heavy fog on the windows around them as Mark curled over in the seat, his knees only slightly bent as Mark remained seated upright. Out of the two of them, Alec was much taller and larger than his friend, and Mark seemed small enough, if they were traveling to fit in most overhead compartments from his size. But the two had been best friends for many years, and any mention at their size difference was often played off as some in joke between them. The light of daytime eventually began to creep in, and while Alec didn't get much sleep, he still roused after Mark, who had already been sitting up messing around with his phone when the driver looked at him.

Rudely, Alec slapped Mark's phone out of his hand, sending it into the floorboard. "Hey. I didn't bring you along so you could fuck around on that." He said with a glare. "Now let's go."

The pair got out of the truck; the crisp, morning air hitting them like a baseball to the face, making Mark shiver. Alec was cold too, but he ignored the sudden jarring sensation as the pair of them made their way to the back to open their kits. Each of them pulled out large, camouflage pants and jackets. Alec dropped his jeans and stepped into his pants, and turned around to grab his camouflage shirt to put on over his dark blue tanktop when he saw Mark with his ass facing the breeze, the man wearing a pair of jockstrap--or assless underwear and he recoiled in shock. "Fuck! Dude!"

"What?"

"That has got to be the gayest shit I've ever seen, man. You got a pair of those in purple?"

"Yeah?"

The audacity of Mark's clueless response earned him a glare from Alec, who shoved a pair of pants into the man's arms, shoving him back as he pulled on his own shirt. This camo was a button up, short sleeved shirt, but he only buttoned his shirt about halfway before reaching in and grabbing the ballcap-type matching hat and tugging it onto his head. "Fucking idiot..." He uttered to himself as he watched Mark slip into his pants. "Why did I even bother bringing you along?"

It wasn't the right time of year to come hunting; normally the season for deer hunting wasn't for a few more months, but with a quick fake document, they were there on the earlybird hunting season. Alec pulled out the map and laid it onto the bed of the truck. He looked expectantly at Mark, who began to unload their rifles for them as he examined the map. After several minutes of humming and hawing, he checked his surroundings again and pondered.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked, strapping one of the rifles over his shoulder.

Alec continued his perplexed look as he stared around the area; he hadn't remembered driving into the woods the night before, he thought he had parked on the side of the highway, instead they had somehow found themselves down a long dirt road, much deeper in the forest than he'd intended to go. The map didn't include some of the landmarks around the truck, he never would have parked out this way if he thought--no. No, he didn't want to put any worry on Mark's mind. He was sure he'd parked where the truck now found itself. "Nothing." He said, trying not to sound concerned. "Let's just go." He snapped one of the guns from Mark and he started to walk toward the woods at a brisk pace. "And don't forget the ammo boxes." He barked back toward the smaller man trying to keep up the pace.

As the two walked, Alec slowed down to wait for his friend as Mark came rushing up, out of breath from toting the ammo and his own gun. Wordlessly, the larger of the men took the satchel from Mark and slung it over his shoulder. "Whew...thanks." Mark said, taking a breath and stretching his back. "So...this is the Fargo Woods?"

Alec folded the map he was carrying and took out his cell phone as he flicked on the screen, he went to pull up his maps as he replied. "Yeah, I think so." He said. "But rumor has it it's tough to find the right spot that we're looking for..." He angled the phone up and grunted in frustration. "What the fuck, no signal? Come on now." He waved his phone in other directions, but the bars on his screen remained blank. "I pay extra money a month to have priority on emergency towers, why don't I have any signal?" He turned off the screen, and was suddenly shocked as it looked like someone was standing behind him, peering just over his shoulders; a wry grin on his face. He screamed and spun around, only to see that there was nothing there. But the shock sent him spilling to the ground with an agonizing fall onto his shoulder. "AWWWWHHHH!" He let out a bellow of pain before Mark realized what was happening. Hurriedly, he went to pull Alec to his feet.

"What the fuck? Are you alright Al?"

Alec grunted stubbornly and pulled his arm away. "I'm fine." He stated sharply. "Must've just been a trick of the light or something. I swear I saw someone standing--" He stared at Mark's confused expression and rolled his eyes. "Nevermind..." He rolled his arm and groaned a bit. "Nnhhh god damn it."

"Look, why don't I carry the bag for a little while?" Mark asked. "Don't want to break anything in there, right?"

"I got it." Alec said angrily. "I'm not going to keep slowing down for you to catch up to me. I just need a second. Alright?"

Mark and Alec sat in silence for a few minutes; neither one willing to speak to the other as a brisk breeze washed over the area and brought in some unseasonably cool air. Alec hugged his knees and breathed out slowly as he listened to the trees grumble and groan around them. Mark too listened to the sounds as somehow they seemed to grow more and more intense; until they began to sound like male voices moaning in the shadows. There was some strange allure to the sounds. Eventually they grew to be so intense that Alec felt himself getting an erection; it was slow at first, but strange thoughts of things going "bump" in the night actually began to arouse him even more. He glanced at Mark, who had laid back and rested his head on a nearby stump, and saw a distinct shape in the front of his camouflage, which was anything but camouflaged by this point and immediately he sat up. "Okay, I'm getting a little creeped out here." He said sternly looking at Mark, who rose a little more slowly.

"What? What's going on?"

"Are you hearing what these trees are doing? Come on. Let's go. Prime hunting time should have been--" He looked at his watch, but was surprised to find that it had stopped. He tapped on the quartz face and held it to his ear. Despite its hands not moving, he could still hear the soft ticking of the gears inside. "What the fuck--now my watch doesn't work?"

"I've been telling you to get a new one." Mark remarked condescendingly, earning an ireful glance from Alec, who chose to ignore it. "My question is why doesn't it look like the sun's coming up even though it should've been up for hours."

"It is up." Alec said. "The cloud cover is just obscuring it, dummy."

"Can you even tell what direction it's up in? It's still just as dark now as it was when we left the truck. It's like the sun started to come up, but stopped."

Alec paused at this; it wasn't often Mark was so observant, but he was right. The day was getting no brighter and the persistent breeze wasn't changing in intensity or direction. "Just--shut the fuck up man. Let's keep going."

"How long's it going to take before your old man realizes we're gone and you decided to take his best guns on a hunting trip?"

"Mark. Will you shut up? We're both adults. Besides, if I can bring him home a couple of haughty bucks, don't you think he'd actually respect me enough to let me move out?"

Mark stared in confusion at Alec. "W-what? I didn't say anything."

"Of course you did, who else was talking just now?"

"No one?" He replied. "I didn't hear anyone talking. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Alec replied gruffly and without a moment's hesitation. "Let's just go."

The pair continued their walk deeper into the woods; much to their chagrin, the forest seemed to be getting darker as they moved along. Despite the fact they'd entered several small clearings and glades as they walked, it was just as difficult to navigate as it had been an hour before. Alec had brought out his flashlight, which provided adequate lighting, but every so often it would flicker like it was threatening to go out. Mark brought out his own flashlight and pinned it to the strap of his bag for more stable lighting, but after a while it too began to flicker and buzz. Eventually their journey brought them to a large, open field with a slight cover of early morning fog still creeping across the ground. Oddly enough to them, the sounds of crickets and grasshoppers could barely be heard when normally the sound would be deafening. As the pair made their way through this clearing, something caught Alec's eye and he rushed over to investigate; a bush that had recently been eaten from, he ran his fingers along a spot where berries had been nibbled off the branches and the leaves felt a little damp. It could have been anything; Alec thought, but it was definitely not them. They weren't alone in these woods after all. He looked to the ground and could see hoof prints in the mud; recent hoof prints, and he could see they were headed off in the direction to their left. He softly signaled to Mark, who nodded and slowly lowered his weapon into his hands as the two of them continued on the line of greenery toward the woods in the direction the hooves had gone. Passing through the line of trees they had now come across, a soft cracking of branches made them freeze.

"Did you hear that?" Mark asked.

"Would you shut up?" Alec whispered in frustration. "I swear you could ruin a wet dream with that mouth."

Mark scoffed. "Did you just say you have wet dreams with me?" He asked in a teasing tone of voice, to which Alec promptly swatted him across the abdomen.

"Eww. Mark, what the hell?" He exclaimed.

Mark smirked and nudged his buddy in the ribs. "You are too fucking easy to rile up. I swear."

"Not funny." Alec stated firmly. He stormed off in the direction he heard the sound, when suddenly a flock of ducks escaped from the brush and into the sky directly in front of them and a large buck exploded from the same bush, charging toward them. "There! There!" Alec shouted as he went to raise his gun. His reaction time proving too slow, the deer instead bucketed into him at full speed and sent him falling back as it burst off into the dark forest just past the edge of the clearing.

"Alec! Alec! You okay?!" Mark shouted as he ran to his buddy's side and picked him up by grabbing his arm.

Alec couldn't help but let his mind wander to the buck they had just seen; it had to have been at least a sixteen-pointer with sharp blue colored eyes. So bright they were almost--no, they were actually glowing in the dark. He grunted and sat up. "Fuck did you see that thing? It was huge!"

"Well, let's see if we can find it, eh?" Mark grinned; Finally, Alec had thought. "Finally he's getting into it..."

Taking their flashlights, they began to follow the tracks left behind by the buck in the still-softened earth as they made their way deeper into the woods; immediately, it was as if night had fallen on them, the darkness had enveloped them so quickly that they couldn't even see back the way they had come. Their walk had turned into a brisk jog as they followed each and every hoof print.

Alec slowed after a while, feeling strangely out of breath. It was as if he'd gone years without working out all of a sudden and his skin had become wet with a cold sweat and the top of his head was itching. He grumbled as he scratched at it furiously. Feeling a hand grab his arm, he jumped and looked to see Mark looking at him. "Bro. Are you okay? You look a little--"

"I'm fine." Alec snapped. "I'm just fucking tired. Let's find this buck so we can get out of here, okay?"

Mark released Alec's arm and raised his hands in silent surrender as they returned their attention to the ground; to their disappointment, the hoof prints had separated and led off in two directions. As they looked around, they saw that both paths looked pretty similar, and there was no evidence that the buck had run one way or the other, or if it was multiples they were dealing with. "Okay." Mark said. "Which way?"

"You--mmmph..." He scratched his head again, his scalp felt like it was on fire. "You go right, I'll go this way. If you find the buck, don't fuck around just kill it and come get me."

"What if you find it first?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Well, we are hunting illegally with your guns and your lead. Who wouldn't think you'd just cut and run?"

"Hey. Fuck you."

"Fuck you!" Mark said sternly.

Alec and Mark both paused as they heard the sound of the buck somewhere in the forest. As the echo faded, the two looked at each other and nodded. Mark shouldering his satchel of ammo while Alec took his rifle and both took their separate paths.

Alec quickly lost sight of Mark's flashlight as he continued on with his own; his rifle firmly clasped in his right hand as he scanned the forest with the flashlight. As he swept it from left to right, he could see little more than thick, dark tree trunks with the occasional tangle of roots emerging from the ground on which he was walking. There was no clear cut road this far into the woods, and his feet kept on slipping as he staggered further and further in. His forehead was sweating a little bit and he passed his arm over it to wipe the sweat off, only feeling his nose start to tickle and itch. Sneezing, he noticed that he had sucked some hair up into his nose as he felt the top of his forehead, he noticed to his surprise that his hair felt much thinner than it had before; but this was impossible, he couldn't be losing his hair like this. There was no way.

Hearing the sound of something clopping against the ground up ahead, he quickly put those thoughts to the back of his mind and raised his weapon, slowly creeping toward the bushes as quietly as he could. Something was moving in there; something smelled strange, like sex and alcohol which reached his nose with a sudden flood of lewd thoughts following. Reaching the bush he extended the barrel of his rifle toward it, and slowly pushed the shrubbery aside:

"Nothing." He said in disbelief as he looked left and right before returning his eyes to the ground where the hoof tracks still showed him the direction to go. He was sweating profusely now, his shirt growing cold from the onset. For some reason he just really wanted to simply take it off and throw it away...

Mark had continued on his track for quite some time before coming across another clearing; the claustrophobia within the dark woods had been getting to him for some time, it felt different than other wooded areas he'd visited before. Being raised in the sticks, he was used to being called a redneck, and with that title it should come as no surprise he'd spent a great deal of his childhood in nature. But this place...it felt somehow... he groped his package, feeling the firm, thick shaft underneath pressing urgently against his pants. He'd been trying to hide it from Alec, but was continuing to find it more and more difficult to hide it from him; their momentary exchange of "Fuck you!" was genuine, and he would have wanted nothing more than to slide his dick deep inside Alec's--

"Oh what the fuck are you thinking? What is this?" Mark shouted to himself, shoving the palms of his hands into his face. "Why am I feeling like this? I ain't queer...least of all for Alec. He exhaled sharply and threw himself down onto his knees at a small river he had come across and began to splash his face with water in an effort to cool down. "Fuuuck...but what if I am?"

A shape overhead turned Mark's attention back toward the trees just across from the river, and oddly enough; the trees were smaller in height, and almost looked humanoid in this low lighting. He shook his hands free of water and stood up again to examine them; the closer he got to these small trees, the more they looked like mannequins; more human-like than he expected. Thick roots that seemed to undulate in this lighting looked like giant cocks, great knotted ends giving off an uncut mushroom appearance as he approached them. Jokingly, he felt up one of these trees, and could swear he felt it move to his touch. Even the playful shape these things had made his cock twitch and writhe in anticipation; he felt his cock pulse and let loose a thick string of precum that then drained down his leg, clear down to his boot. "What..." He barely had a moment to process what had just happened before he heard it:

A slow rise of wind breezing through brought back the distinct sounds of moaning, cries of men in the throes of passion; a chorus of voices that piqued his interest. As he observed these small statue-like trees, he could see something else, if not narrowly out of the corner of his eye; shadows of creatures gyrating in the dim lighting of the forest nearby. He didn't want to look directly, but instead his curiosity prompted him to freeze and act like he wasn't seeing what it looked like; massive beasts with massive bodies fucking each other in the woods. Howling from wolves filled the forest, then the feral growls and snarls of bears, or maybe it was lions. He wasn't sure. He slowly rose to his feet, trying to keep a low profile. These figures were moving faster and faster, he clasped a hand over his bulge and gripped his hidden cock, trying to ignore the obvious orgy happening only feet away from him. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and Mark turned to see clearly whatever it was that was happening.

Nothing. There was nothing there that had been there seconds before; no howling werewolves, no growling beasts fucking each other without hesitation. Part of him felt disappointed. He'd never experienced anything like that; in fact, as he felt his cock throbbing and pushing against the inside leg of his pants, he began to realize he felt much, much bigger.

Checking the ground again, he remembered his original mission; to locate the buck they had seen and if possible, to kill it for them to take home. He saw the continuing trail of hoof prints and decided to cock his gun. But his hands were already trembling. "Fuck, these woods are just horny today..."

Alec continued to make his way through the dark woods, following the hoof prints as he'd been doing for the last 20 minutes. He'd lost all sense of bearing, and wasn't even sure which direction he was walking anymore. But he had to be close; the prints were looking deeper, looking fresher. He didn't even see Mark as the pair rounded the same tree at the same time and collided with one another. "FUCK! Dude you scared the shit out of me, bro!"

"I scared you?" Mark emphasized putting a hand on his chest. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"The other side of that tree, you moron."

"We walked off in opposite directions, how did you catch up to me?"

"I--" Alec's thought process faded. The sheer logic of how they met up again was completely lost on him. "I don't...know...?"

Mark blinked and looked him over. "Dude what is going on with your head?"

"What?"

Mark pointed at him now. "Are you...losing your hair?"

"What?!" Alec shouted as he touched his head and tried to see what Mark was saying, but everything felt normal. "Not fucking FUNNY, bro."

Mark blinked his eyes and stared at Alec. For just a second, he could have sworn he was shorter in stature, balding and fatter. But just now he looked normal again. In frustration he rubbed his eyes. "Sorry. Nevermind." He said. "So...where are we?"

Mark asked this as the two of them turned to see a large cabin standing not far from where they'd come into the clearing. It was older, but still looked to be in good shape. Overgrowth had taken some of the porch and it looked like a tree was growing up through the center of the building, heavy leaves on the roof showering down slightly with a gust of wind that blew over the place. Somehow, it felt like something lost to time; it had to have been abandoned for years. But as they moved toward the house, a light came on from inside and the door opened to reveal a man standing behind it. He wore a dark complexion and a pair of reading glasses, sharp hazel eyes that seemed to radiate their color from a distance and a blue tank top with a pair of cargo shorts on. Despite seeming completely out of place, he was standing in front of them nevertheless.

"Oh. Visitors, I wasn't even expecting anyone." He said.

Without thinking, Alec pointed his gun at the man in shock. "Who the fuck are you?"

The man's friendly face didn't really change much as he put his hands up, bending them at the elbows in a sign of surrender. "Whoa! Whoa! Bro. Put that down before you put somebody's eye out with that thing."

"He asked you a question." Mark said defensively.

"Name's Roland. And this is my property, so if anyone's going to be waving a weapon around it should be me. I don't like trespassers."

"Your property? Fargo's been abandoned for like 20 years. How is it you're here?"

"I've been here since before the housing ban. And what people go wandering through the woods like this?"

"Sorry, we're trying to hunt and we saw this great buck but we lost it."

"Hunting? This time of year?" Roland asked. "Is it even legally hunting season?"

Alec put a hand up and rolled his eyes. "Don't you start on us. You're living here illegally, so what we do is our business."

Roland pursed his lips momentarily, then smiled. "You're right. Sorry about that. It'll be raining soon though, you boys want to come in?"

"It doesn't look very...leak proof in there." Mark said.

"Oh, I get by. Besides, I've got a few six packs I've been meaning to put away. Be good to do that with some company."

"Wait...don't you think that's sus--" Mark started.

"Oh FUCK yes!" Alec exclaimed as he stepped up onto the porch and took the can of beer offered to him. Roland's smile seemed quite genuine and as he stepped back to open the door, the other man non-chalantly decided to step inside.

Mark watched Roland for a moment; he didn't think anything seemed suspicious about him and after Roland gestured him to follow, he too stepped into the cabin.

It was much nicer inside than it was on the outside; bright modern track lighting, a large, dangling lamp in the living room casting a bright portion of light into the area, illuminating modern leather furniture surrounding a roaring warm fireplace and television directly at the center. The floors were wooden, and aside from being slightly scratched in spots, there was obvious care and maintenance that went into this place.

"Dude! Seriously, this is a palace compared to what it looks like on the outside."

"Oh? And what's it look like on the outside, Alec?"

"A lot shabbier than this."

Mark paused for a minute. "Wait, how'd you know his name?" He asked. "We didn't even introduce ourselves, did we?"

"Sure you did." Roland said, tossing Mark a beer with an underhanded throw, who immediately caught it. "How else would I know your names, Mark?"

"Huh." Mark's thoughts trailed off. "Ye-yeah I guess you're right." There was a loud thud from upstairs that drew their attention. "And what was that?"

"Oh, just my roommates." Roland admitted. "They're prone to roughhousing. I'll go talk to them. You guys just hang down here and relax. Make yourselves at home."

Roland left the room and everything fell silent. Alec looked back at Mark only to see him slip over the top of the couch and land on the plush cushion on it. "What are you doing?"

"He said to make ourselves at home." He groaned as he kicked off his boots and laid out. "My feet have been killing me for hours."

Alec sighed and shrugged before also collapsing onto the couch beside Mark; he felt dizzy and his head felt like it was burning again, he scratched his scalp and grumbled in frustration. What was wrong with him? He looked at Mark who was sitting, idly messing with his phone and he noticed that he was seemingly bigger in size, his seated position almost the same height as Alec's. Mark had always been much shorter, and the realization was pretty striking that somehow their sizes seemed a little different. Alec sat back on the couch and noticed his stomach seemed a little bigger than he'd seen before. He unfastened his shirt and dragged his hands down it. Somehow it felt the same, but at the same time he couldn't help but notice it changing. And his legs were itching too. "Ugh what the fuck is this---?" He asked himself as he sat himself upright again to try and alleviate the aggravation in his legs.

"Just have a drink and relax, dude." Mark said looking at him. "You're freaking out for nothing."

"Really? You're the expert on what I'm feeling right now, huh?"

Mark groaned and shoved the beer into Alec's hand. "Just drink man."

Alec took a swig of the beer, and immediately his body felt warmed by it. Like a blanket of heat shot from his throat down to his toes and he suddenly felt relaxed. He breathed and looked at the can of beer he was holding, realizing there was no brand name on the can. He breathed a sigh of relief and drank again. "Oh, shit. What is this stuff?" He asked. "It's...mmphhhh!?!"

Alec's hands and arms went rigid all of a sudden, but he didn't drop the can. Mark's lips were pressed firmly against his, one hand pressed on Alec's chest while the other was partly wrapped around his hip. Alec's heartbeat jumped, but as Mark's tongue invaded his mouth, his eyes rolled back and he gave into it. His breath fluttered from his nostrils as they kissed and without much of a warning, Mark pulled Alec onto his lap, which was suddenly much larger in size, as if he'd grown over a foot of surface area in the past couple of minutes. He didn't let that distract him, Alec had always wanted to--no, what was he doing? Alec resisted ripping Mark's shirt open and pulled his lips back. "Wh-what...is this? You aren't gay?"

Mark smiled and drew his tongue along his teeth. "Well I didn't think I was--but fuck you really got me worked up." He said, pressing the bulge of his pants against Alec's.

Alec swallowed hard; he'd never thought he'd find men attractive, but looking at Mark's body, which was still growing, though subtly under his nose he could see how hot it would be to fuck with one--and to be fucked...he suddenly realized he wanted to get fucked by a guy...desperately. He took a few deep breaths and chugged the remainder of the beer in his can before thrusting himself toward Mark and kissing him again, feeling the man's muscular forearms wrap around his waist and pull him closer. Mark grunted impatiently as he tried in vain to pull Alec's shirt up over his head and began to shake with anticipation. Without releasing his lips, Mark grabbed Alec's garb and tore it apart from the back. Shredding it so that all Alec needed to do was lean back to let his shirt be ripped away. He grabbed Mark's shirt and pulled it up over his head, breaking the kiss just for a moment to throw it away. His hands now ravaged Mark's chest; he hadn't realized how hairy Mark had gotten down there, but as his hands worked along that muscular abdomen, he began to slowly realize that it wasn't hair; it was a pelt he was feeling.

Mark seemed to realize something as well and managed to push Alec away. Alec landed on the edge of the couch as Mark fell to the floor, writhing as his body suddenly began to make big jumps in size. His skinny, nearly hairless body was suddenly more defined, hair growing in a fine dark color as his face contorted and horns emerged from his skull. Alec was horrified, but...at the same time he was turned on. The smell of Mark's musky new look was flooding the room, and he found himself paralyzed as he watched the man begin to transform. Then, Mark looked at him with a wild set of eyes and before he could move, Mark leaped and pounced him again. Ravenously grabbing at Alec's pants, Mark began to shred away at them until they were completely off his body. He still wore his boxer shorts, but his cock had already escaped and was peeking through the hole in the front of them. Licking his lips, Mark wrapped his mouth around Alec's throbbing member. His mouth was changing, he could feel it popping as he enveloped his cock. The feeling of the changing, shifting muzzle made him moan, it felt amazing and Mark began to show his enthusiasm by tugging at Alec's shorts, dragging them down. That's when Alec noticed his legs were covered in a thick, chestnut brown fur too. "Wh-what--is hap-happening?!" He asked aloud as finally the massive weight being thrust upon the couch proved to be too much and it collapsed, sending them to the ground and making the couch cushions a makeshift mattress as it landed with hardly a scratch.

"Mmm it looks like our boys have made themselves at home."

A voice that distracted both of them slowed their foreplay as they saw a short, bearish man with goat legs standing at the stairs, his cock was out; thick, long and hard. His fingers slowly stroking along the length as a generous portion of precum dripped out. Perched on the stairs were two more creatures; one was a massive bull man, Alec thought he almost looked like a minotaur; then another creature, almost troll-like in appearance was perched under the bull's arm. Watching with a subtle glow to their eyes as the satyr moved toward them. "I hope you enjoyed those beers, boys." He said, revealing that he was Roland. He approached and stroked his fingers under Mark's chin; he was growing into a full-fledged animal man, particularly a moose from the looks of it. "There was no buck." He admitted. "Only breadcrumbs to follow, you boys are going to pay for your behavior in the forest, but only in the best way." He straddled his legs over Alec's head, giving him a good look of his musky-smelling taint and ass. Alec couldn't resist and reached his hands up to touch the man's cheeks and Roland responded with a chuckle. "That's right, know your place..." He said as Alec began to indulge his need and started to drag his tongue along the satyr's taint. Roland moaned and rested his balls on the newly formed gut of the newest satyr to the family as he too pulled Mark into a deep kiss.

Mark growled in pleasure and kissed Roland back, enthusiastically dragging his still-bound cock along Alec's lower body. Alec kicked his legs and managed to shake off his boxers as Roland's musky ass pressed down on him, almost suffocating him under its size. His scalp was burning even more than it was before, he reached his hands back and cold feel his hair was definitely receding now, falling off his scalp like a waterfall of hair. But the burning was more localized, it was at the front of his head, almost directly where Roland's thighs were touching and Roland stood just as a brief spark of pain caused two curved horns to shoot from his head. Roland stood and immediately he fed his thick cock to the moose, who nearly knocked him back with the eagerness and immediately still, his body began to shift again. More and more prominent his muscles began to shoot against his fur, filling him out, making him grow even larger. The sharp noise of ripping was now filling the room, Mark was literally tearing from his pants and soon the fabric fell to the ground underneath him as his thick, wet cock dragged against Alec's inner-thigh and drooped down over his ass.

Alec was at a loss for words by this point, he desperately wanted it and grabbed ahold of Mark's hips with his thin-hooved feet, pulling him forward. Mark pushed his head back and guzzled the precum from Roland, who happily sandwiched himself between both of their heads. Getting a moose blowjob on one end while getting a bit of deep tongue from the other. "Yessss..." He moaned like a snake. "Yes, perfect...fuck!" He huffed and moaned, clenching his cheeks for good measure before letting out a passioned cry and letting loose a flood of seed deep into the moose's thirsting maw. Sending shot after shot of fluid into him and making Mark groan in pleasure as he drank the man's cum desperately. His grip tightened on Alec's shoulders, who was pulled into the clenching, tightening cheeks until Roland finally managed to step back, drained. Smiling wildly, he ran his fingers along the moose's cheek. "Very good..." He panted. "Very good, now why don't you finish him for your family?" He gestured to the prone satyr.

A fiery gaze passed between Alec and Mark and Mark plunged his neck to give Alec another kiss; this one filled with the taste of seed, intensifying Alec's desires and he clutched at Mark's massive, muscular body, aching to edge him forward. He felt the moose dick wipe sloppily over his opening, then it caught at the edge. He gasped loudly and suddenly, Mark plunged inward; instantly splitting the new satyr's ass wide open. Alec screamed, but he wasn't even sure if it was out of pain or pleasure, but his thoughts were lost on him as the moose grabbed his thighs like they were stop sign poles and lifted them up over his head. The newly shaped gut on the satyr got in the way slightly, it caused him to momentarily lose his breath but he inhaled and sucked it up as he felt the thick cock drive down into him hard and deep; Mark's new, heavy, furry balls slapped down on his ass and he began to rhythmically drive himself into Alec, over and over again. Alec couldn't speak, he could hardly breathe or move at this point as his body became the moose's plaything. Precum poured out of his cock like a dripping faucet, soaking his belly, his chest and even his neck as the sweet smelling, sticky nectar dripped closer and closer to his face. Mark was still growing, he could feel the man's cock throbbing and growing with each passionate thrust. Deep, hard thrusts that threatened to push him off the cushion and still he wanted more. Alec looked out the corner of his eyes and saw that their three 'viewers' were stroking themselves; the firbolg and the minotaur making out on the stairs as they did it; the other satyr standing with an approving grin, his cock rock hard again despite already getting off. It was the strongest smell of sex he'd ever come across, but it wasn't until Mark roughly grabbed Alec's face and forced him into another kiss that really got him going. Their bodies were pressed hard together, he was curled over almost as tight as a ball, but the fact his cock was rubbing and bumping against a muscular furry torso was really getting him worked up. Mark's tongue wrapped tightly around Alec's and he growled. Alec reached up and pulled Mark tight to him, trying to bring them as close together as possible.

It happened all of a sudden; two deep, thick pulses of cum before Mark even felt it. And then he leaned back and gave a deep roar as he began to fully unload. Geyser after geyser filled Alec's ass, filled his gut, caused his body to almost distend from even this position as the moose's overflowing gallons of cum pumped into him. He howled out madly, unable to really move, the pressure of his stomach now pushing against his cock caused an eruption from in between them as thick, creamy ropes of cum began to shoot all over him. Coating him in a thick, hefty layer of seed. Almost blinding him he barely even noticed Roland come up and begin to cum as well, adding to the mess now coating their bodies, their fur. If this was a christening, it was a nasty, messy one and Alec loved every moment of it...as Mark finally began to slow his thrusts and settle down, in the waterfalls of his own cum flooding down Alec's ass and backside, Alec found himself wanting more...he was forever insatiable.

***

It had been almost two weeks since Mark Alvers and Alec Manning went missing; if the note to Alec's father that they were going hunting in Fargo woods wasn't enough to raise concerns; but finding their truck on the side of the road along with their discarded and shredded clothing certainly was. Samples coating their clothes and guns were collected at the scene were sent off to a genealogy lab; so far results have been inconclusive. They had never seen this type of DNA before, and no signs of the boys have yet been discovered since...

THE END?