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Flesh and Bone

By Grumb

Chris and Blake were stuck.

The two friends planned a week of backpacking in the Appalachian Mountains, nothing but fresh air and great views after a rather stressful semester. They originally planned to drive to a small mountain town tonight, before getting an early start hiking tomorrow morning. When they arrived just as the sun was setting though, they discovered the entire place was uncannily deserted.

Driving through the abandoned streets, they looked for any signs of life within the small town. But the motel was shuttered, nearby bars completely empty and every house dark with not a single light on. Something was obviously wrong, but with no reception on their cellphones and distant thunder echoing across the darkening mountains, the unnerved boys felt they needed to leave.

Thankfully, Blake knew of another hamlet to the east they could drive to. Not too far, they could get some help, find a new motel and maybe even a diner for grub to warm their bellies. Turning the car around, they drove back to the entrance of the town. Any hopes of leaving were quickly crushed though as they discovered that the road leaving the abandoned place was now obstructed by a large fallen tree.

Both stepping out of the car, they stared at the twisting limbs and shattered trunk blocking the street.

"How the hell did this just happen? We just drove through here not 20 minutes ago!" Chris yelled over the developing storm's winds.

The car's headlights piercing the growing darkness and illuminating the area, it was impossible for Blake to ignore that the stump of the once proud tree was cut completely clean across. Wind didn't block this road, a person did.

"Chris, get back in the car."

"Why? What wha..."

"CHRIS GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE CAR!"

Without another question, Chris jumped back into the front passenger seat, looking over as Blake quickly got in. Putting the car in reverse, Blake backed away from the blocked road before swerving the car around and heading back into the abandoned town.

"What the hell are you doing man? What's going on?" Chris desperately demanded, looking around in concern.

"I think someone cut that tree down to block us in." Blake uttered, looking into the rearview mirror for any signs of people following.

"What? What do you mean? It was probably the wind man. Why would someon......B..Blake lookout, in the road!" Chris screamed.

Snapping his eyes back to the front, Blake slammed both feet on the car's brakes, tires screeching to a grinding halt on the wet pavement. Both boys' bodies leaned forward straining against their seatbelts from the violent force of the stop. Raising heads to look ahead, all color drained from their faces.

Standing in the middle of the road, a creature towered over their car. A form of cosmic horror embodied before them, wet from the rain with twisted horns of black that created a massive crown for its ivory head.

There stood the body of a man, with the skull of a ram placed upon its head. There was nothing of recognition inside the empty sockets of this creature though, nothing of reassurance for the boys to look into. Just voids of black where eyes once stood and a complete emptiness that somehow still stared into the souls of the two men. There was nothing human behind the skull, the ram's head was its face.

Frozen in a strange combination of terror and admiration, Blake and Chris looked over the thing's body. The neck of the creature merged perfectly with its skull, a freakish amalgamation of skin and bone, surrounded by a large furred mane which blew in the wind. Below its face, the rest of the body was almost stunning. Its long chest, completely hairless and slick from the rain with shadows lining across taut muscles and strained abs. A deep v-shape cut into its abdomen practically pointing for the boys to stare at whatever hung between the monster's legs.

Before they could though, similar-looking figures approached the vehicle from the roadside woods. The boy's locked-in stupor finally broke, as multiple hands tried at the car's doors and banged across the windows. Blake was fortunate enough to have locked his door, but watched in horror as Chris' was forced open.

Despite loud screams and a wild struggle, the beasts made quick work slicing off Chris' seatbelt, grabbing at him and forcefully removing him from the car. His body soon disappearing into a sea of skulls, horns and darkness, only shouts remaining.

On Blake's side of the car, one monster manically banged its skull against the glass, cracks forming each time. The passenger door still open, the beasts returned to grab Blake. Not able to save his friend without leaving the car and no thought on what else to do, Blake slammed on the gas.

The wheels, spinning for traction, accelerated forward right into the creature on the road. Its large deformed body violently smashed into the front bumper, rolling over the hood and atop the car before crashing hard onto the pavement behind them. The other beasts trying to get into the passenger seat were quickly dragged outside, leaving Blake completely alone as he pulled away from this scene.

Looking into the rearview mirror again, he watched as humanoid figures circled their struck comrade in a writhing moving mass, before all turning to face the speeding car.

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As soon as he was pulled from the car, Chris immediately noticed the smell. A stench of earth and decay. Sweat and virile fragrances assaulting his nostrils. The rain doing little to wash the beast's bodies which grinded and slid against Chris, spreading whatever odor coated their smooth skin onto his ripped clothes.

Desperately, Chris looked for any human reassurances behind the skulled faces. A human eye, a mouth, any skin to match the rest of their body? But there was nothing. Only voids of empty black. Writhing throughout the crowd of beasts, Chris watched in a combination of hatred and despair as his friend accelerated the car forward, striking one of the creatures on the street before leaving him behind.

A mind exhausted and completely helpless, Chris gave up all struggle, his body almost going limp. Two of the bigger beasts grabbed hold of his arms, effortlessly dragging him across the pavement towards the struck skulled figure. The headlights gone, the only current source of light being what little beams from the moon could pierce the storm clouds. From what Chris could see, at least ten of these monsters surrounded the area, though none of them matched the massive size of the beast lying on the street nor possessed its thick furred mane.

Looking at the creature now seemingly dead, it was a shell of its former self. Abused by the car and road, its boned snout in a puddle of red and its human body covered in deep slashes and burns. One of its large horns cracked off and lay nearby. Its arms and legs bent in an uncomfortable state. The once proud mane that established authority over the others, now sat matted and soaked with the creature's blood like roadkill. Despite his current predicament, Chris couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for the creature, though quickly questioned why and pushed it out of his head.

In a collective, the group of creatures turned to face the car speeding away, red tail lights slowly shrinking into the darkness. In a horrible combination of shrieking and howling, the beasts faced their boned mauls to the sky, mourning their companion. Stuck between this strange ritual, Chris was given a direct look at the things huddled around him.

All of the creatures were adorned by the massive skull of a ram, yet each possessed a unique set of horns. Some creatures, their bodies bigger than the others, supported immense twisting horns with deadly points, thick muscles straining as they screeched into the night. The smaller creature's horns were either sawed-off or pathetically dull. Regardless of their stature though, all beasts supported inhuman shafts which hung lazily between their legs. The larger of the beasts, fat cocks dropped almost to their knees.

"They're gonna rip me to shreds. I gotta get out of here." Chris thought to himself, peeling his eyes away from the beast's members and contemplating how he could escape.

Without warning, the creatures stopped their howling, turning to face Chris with their empty sockets. He didn't know whether to scream or try reasoning with the things, choosing to remain locked in silence, preparing himself for a painful death. Instead of attacking though, they separated from each other, stepping aside as one of the muscular creatures walked towards Chris. In its hand, a large horned skull.

Chris struggled against the arms which locked him in place, but it was useless. He watched in horror as the tall monster walked closer and closer to him. Lowering the skull to match the same height as Chris' head. Desperately turning his face, Chris tried to keep the disgusting thing off, though the creature before him easily slid it on.

Immediately, what little moonlight illuminated the surrounding area shifted black. Chris could see nothing and complete panic filled his body. His arms finally let go, he dropped to his knees desperately grabbing at the skull trying to tug it off. With each tug though, the thing squeezed and molded itself more around his head, pressing against Chris' face and skin.

Blindly putting his fingers underneath the skull where it met his neck, Chris almost choked feeling no separation between the two. The skin of his neck now met the bone of the skull. He scratched his fingernails at it wildly trying to separate the thing from his face. He was on the verge of screaming when a warm sensation grew throughout the rest of his body, immediately relaxing his scared mind like a drug.

Panting, Chris felt hot air coming out his protruding maw. Bringing fingers up to grab at the skull, sensations echoed across his head with each touch, as if the bone itself was flesh. He desperately poked a finger into one of the sockets, only to feel nothing but cold air behind the mask. It was almost like nothing was behind this skull. Moving a hand upward he grabbed at his curved horns, which sent pleasurable shivers throughout his body with each stroke and prod as if they were attached to Chris himself.

Chris still couldn't see through the black void, but he knew something was wrong. He found his mind slowing, unable to collect itself and think clearly. Everytime he questioned this situation, he'd lose his thought. Abruptly, foreign hands pulled Chris to his feet, touching at his body, grabbing at his torn clothes to remove them. Chris' body aggressively pulled between strong hands, wet clothes tearing, pants ripping, shoes thrown off, leaving the young man exposed to the rainy environment. There was little Chris could do, almost surrendering himself to the foreign feelings, as they removed what covered his flesh.

Completely naked, for a second there was nothing. Only the sound of rain and wind, feeling each drop upon his body and skull. Wind blowing through his large horns. Chris took an incredibly deep breath, smelling his surroundings. Sweat and masculinity from the other creatures, the fear from his own body, the surrounding nature. It was almost relaxing. This period of calm was soon interrupted though as the bodies of the other beasts pushed and grinded against his own. At first there was fear, worried through his blindness that this was the end. This soon shifted as he actually felt what the others were doing to him. There was no pain, only pleasure.

Chris didn't know how many of the creatures were pulling and touching at him now, but it seemed like them all. Hands grabbed at his horns, stroking at them. Others squeezed at Chris' thighs and legs, his arms and chest. He felt slick members grind across his body, lathering him in something sticky and odorous. Chris only assumed what it was, trying to keep the idea of his body covered in cum out of his dulling mind. From Chris' blind perspective it was a mass of sensations, touching and admiring every portion of his body.

Tilting his skull back, Chris allowed a hand to grip against his growing cock, pumping his shaft up and down in the rain. His body shuddered as he was massaged and fondled, prickles of pleasure with each touch. His senses increased, breathing in the musk of the creatures around him. Chris' boned nostrils differentiated the different odors that uniquely belonged to each beast. The bigger creatures smelled of power and strength, their scents stinging Chris' nostrils with desire. The smaller creatures smelled soft, their scents ripe with need and submission.

With each whiff, Chris felt himself change both in mind and in body. Past memories disappearing into darkness, his body adding and growing with pounds of muscle. Itches spread across his lower neck and shoulders as fur sprouted from human skin. A newly formed tongue slipped out his skeleton maw, hanging incredibly low and ending in a wicked point. Chris soon felt equally long tongues sliding over his body. An orgy of limbs, flesh and bone. He didn't know where the pleasure stopped or started as he embraced those he could grab, locking tongues tasting the creatures before him. His long tongue licking over their cold skulled faces, lathering them in slick saliva scented with control.

Chris felt the behind of a beast slowly back into his crotch, desperate to be grinded against. In the back of his mind he questioned what was happening, where he was and why he couldn't see; but soon hands guided Chris' hips forward, his cock grinding against the smooth ass in front of him. If he had eyes, they would have rolled into his skull as his flared tip slid against warm flesh. He couldn't control himself, grabbing the hips of the creature before him, slamming his cock into ass without any concern. His tongue stretched even lower, dangling near his chest, swinging back and forth each time his cock penetrated swollen rings.

The beast around him teased and coaxed at the growing body in hellish delight, edging Chris on with praise. Grinding their cocks against his flesh, licking at Chris' body covering it in a thick saliva. Hellish chitters and laughs pierced the night as they watched the human mold into something far greater. Chris fucked away, absorbed in it all, the itches on his neck and back exploding into a new coat, one to rival their fallen comrade.

Chris felt a tongue twist and curl around his fattening balls, slathering at them as they heavily swung back and forth. He felt his body stretch, growing taller and bulkier than any of the surrounding beasts, towering over the other creatures in both frame and strength. His already massive set of horns stretched even further, twisting into wicked points, swelling with keratin and tissue. Chris became mad with lust and control. Feeling authority swarm throughout his freakish body and soul. His furred mane complete, already damp with rain and sweat. His cock stretched longer and bulged with new flesh. Thick veins straining at a pointed tip.

His body transformed, Chris was finally given sight outside his new boned face. Before him was a sea of monstrous bodies and horns. A hellish orgy glossy from each other, lit by the surrounding moonlight. Chris looked down to see his new body, a black mane covering his upper chest, the rest of his flesh straining with muscle and stretched skin. His cock red and slick with cum, coating the insides of the smaller creature before him. Feeling a pressure grow in his perineum, Chris grabbed the horns of the monster he was fucking, using them as leverage as his momentum grew more crazed.

Chris' empty sockets madly staring at the creatures around him, absorbing their looks and smells with a new hunger of control. He could tell which ones needed to be fucked.

All of them.

Once again pointing his maw to the sky, Chris let out a horrendous shriek, shattering the night as his balls churned and shot wave after wave of cum into the beast before him. The horned creatures around him joining in the howl before cumming as a collective. A combination of hot air from snouts, sweat from their bodies and seed smearing across flesh, horns and bone.

Pulling out of the ass before him, the new beast took in the scents and sights of his pack. Looking at the dead creature in the street, Chris pointed his boned snout into the air, breathing deeply. Barely present, the smell of human still in their woods.

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Blake didn't know what to do. He considered turning the car around to go back to Chris, but fear kept him from returning. Trying to keep out of his mind the screams of his friend getting pulled out the car.

What could I have done differently? Is he still alive? Blake thought to himself, eyes frantically looking for a way out.

Driving around the abandoned town, Blake desperately searched In the darkness for help or escape, but there was nothing. Empty buildings and deserted streets. Moreover, the impact of the creature on the car did more damage than Blake initially thought. Its engine rattling, sounds of metal occasionally scraping along the road. He needed to get out of this town and find help before his vehicle died.

Turning onto a new side street, Blake immediately slammed the brakes, seeing one of those creatures standing in the middle of the road, its fur blowing in the wind. Blake's eyes widened thinking the creature he struck stood before him again. His body shuttered over thoughts of what it would do to him. What it might have already done to his friend.

As Blake prepared to go into reverse, a swarm of bodies slammed into his car. This time the vehicle could do little to protect him from the horde of attacking flesh and bone. The car windows shattered, hands grabbed at Blake and the steering wheel. Blake stomps on the gas hoping to escape, but the car moved just inches before abruptly coming to a halt. The gigantic furred beast somehow pushing against the vehicle with its massive body and strength, keeping the vehicle in place as spinning tires burned rubber onto the street below.

The damage to the vehicle seemed just too much. The sound of the car's engine loudly whirring and rattling before finally stopping all together. Black smoke escaping from the hood of the car.

Blake was not escaping again.

Screaming in horror as hands scratched and tugged at him, there was little he could do except helplessly push away those that grabbed him. Eventually the amount was too much to handle and Blake's seatbelt was torn off and his body pulled from the vehicle. Entering a sea of bone in the cold rain.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Blake screamed to nobody, the beasts effortlessly dragging him towards the front of the car, throwing him hard onto the street.

Gasping for breath, his clothes torn, Blake looked up to see the enormous towering creature who stopped his car. Straining muscle, chest rising from thick breaths, hot musty air blew over Blake's face.

Blake tried looking up to see the boned face, but hanging lazily in the way, a monstrous cock hung close to his face. Strings of cum dripping off its pointed tip, slowly leaking and pooling on the street. A thick smell of beast and man making Blake's eyes water.

Shifting himself, Blake was given a better view of the creature and its boned face. A serpent-like tongue dangling near its furred chest. A skulled face with insane horns surrounded its head like a halo. Of everything though, Blake couldn't help but notice the creature's sweaty ribs, as something familiar stook out. A small tattoo still remained, something his best friend drunkenly got a few years ago.

"...C.....Chris?" Blake barely said over the thick air and monstrous presence around him.

Unprompted, the beasts around Blake grab at him again, ripping off clothes, forcing him to knees facing the pack leader. He tried to struggle, but a combination of exhaustion and a strange haze filling his mind, Blake was easily overpowered.

Soon enough, he was completely exposed to those around him. Ass out in the rain, pants thrown to the side of the road. Held from escaping, Blake tilted his head up in embarrassment and horror to see the furred beast before him. He stared into the eyes of the skull, desperate to see Chris behind. Instead, he was only met with the tip of a cock disgustingly pushed against his face.

Blake sputtered and turned his head against the thick precum which wiped across, trying to look away. Held in place, there was little he could do but accept his humiliating fate. The massive horned beast before him shoved its corpulent flesh past the lips of Blake, warm salty seed and meat sliding past his tongue, lathering the inside of his mouth before slipping down his throat. Blake gagged and repulsed over the smell, unable to swallow without thick saliva and cum involved, some of it drooling out his mouth as the beast's cock slid in and out.

Blakes mind was swarmed with horror and confusion, panic forcing deep breaths from his surroundings. Feeling his own shaft slowly growing hard. Suddenly his legs were slid out from under him, pushing his wet ass high up into the air. While Blake sucked at cock, he felt a shaft of another grind up behind him. He was being humiliated. Punished. Put into his place. Yet for some reason he was somewhat enjoying it all.

With a wet slop, the maned monster pulled its shaft from the human's mouth, making sure to wipe as much of its cum across Blake's face in the process. At the same time, Blake felt his ass penetrated for the first time, his insides stimulated with a horrible combination of pleasure and pain. His own cock slowly drooling from it all. Looking up, almost feeling empty without a cock in his mouth, Blake watched as a horned skull quickly slipped over his sticky face.

Much like Chris, his view was replaced with nothing but empty black. Though his other senses increased as he continued to smell those around him, their strong aromas sending shocks of pleasure to his leaking shaft. Feeling the cock slamming into his ass, trying to ignore how much he was starting to love it. His pleasure defined by a strange combination of guilt and submission.

His body heating up, covered in grime, Blake's new mind finally recognized his misdeeds. He killed one of his own. Struck his brother in the middle of the road, and as such there would be a price to pay.

Blake soon felt large hands grasp at his new horns. Though these hands grabbed not out of admiration; instead, they effortlessly snapped them off with a loud crack. His body violently shaking back and forth, leaving him pathetically without horns compared to his many other strong brothers. But Blake accepted this. It was what he deserved.

From now on he would be the lowest of the group. Flesh for pleasure. A body to be used. As Blake looked up again with his new snout, sight slowly recovering to see his leader before him, Blake knew this was the answer. The only answer as he wrapped a hand around his much smaller cock and violently pumped at it while getting slammed. Horns broken off to pathetic nubs, his body remained small like the other punished around before him. The lowest of the group, though still part of the pack.

His new tongue slipped out his maw, dangling from the good fucking behind. Looking up to his alpha as the creature once again shoved its shaft into Blake's boned face. This time, he hungrily lathered at the cock, gratefully covering it in saliva as the overwhelming desire to be forgiven and controlled corrupted his mind and body. Backpacking was lost. His name forgotten. All replaced with his new brothers and how to satisfy their needs.

The beasts around him, eager to bring in another member, madly pumped at their own shafts, enjoying the view of their new leader corrupting this human. Some locked tongues with each other in a mad wet dance. The smaller ones bent over to be prodded as well, eager to have their holes penetrated. Others went back to their alpha to lick and coax at his massive frame, obsessed with his new smell and strength.

After sweat lined most of their bodies, in a line of superiority the beasts finally were allowed to cum. First their pack leader, who shoved its cock deep down the throat of his new brother, releasing a wave of cum across Blake's boned face and maw. Next the beast slamming Blake from behind, a torrent of cum spilling out the new creature's violated hole. One by one the beasts around feeling their balls swell as their odor lined seed splattered onto each other and their latest member. Blake's small body soon coated with sticky fluid and corruption.

It wasn't until all the beast were spent and huffing greedily from their maws, that Blake was allowed to as well. With a hand pumping at his long cock, he too shot his old human load onto the road below, eagerly taking in the aroma of his new scent and the pack around him.

The car left where it was, tattered remains of clothes, puddles of sweat and semen throughout the street would soon be the only evidence of what happened to the two boys. As it continued to rain, and the cum slowly washed away, almost nothing would point to their location. Though anyone that entered this abandoned town would surely find out soon enough.