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Survivor - PERM Edition - Episode 5

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Last time, on Survivor PERM Edition...

The 11 remaining survivors were wracked by betrayal, plots and personal agendas

Duncan's treatment of the other Survivors quickly became a topic of heated discussion as the other Survivors quickly saw him as a threat. When Colin returned unscathed from another night, suspicions grew even more intense though he was admitted back into the Safe House. However, that same night, Colin abandoned the Safe House in favour of his own safe haven, throwing even more suspicion and distrust his way. Unfortunately, his haven was not as safe as he thought it was. He was welcomed back into the Safe House on the condition that he help with the defences and stay out one more night.

Craig and Colin stayed back to prepare the defences for the night while the Reward Challenge saw Duncan sabotaging Monroe's efforts to win one of the Cluster Missile Launchers, affectionately called by the Survivors 'Camel'. Vincent showed more activity than usual when he sabotaged Duncan. Father Macarthur won the right to allocate the Camels, giving one to Jack, another to Monroe and keeping one to himself. That night, Dennis secretly followed Colin only to find Colin losing himself in the dangers of the island.

In today's episode, anyone below the age of 18 or 21 should turn away immediately. Explicit scenes of male-on-male sexual interactions mixed with muscle growth, weight loss, transformation of human to another species, muscle worship, foot fetishes will be in abundance.

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Day 10 10:30 AM - Jack

Wham!

Jack threw the kicked the stool with as much force as he could muster. It slammed hard against the nearby one-way mirror, cracking it slightly. He parked himself in front of the broken mirror, steaming with fury and shaking as he barely held back the rage building inside of him.

"What's the big idea!?" he demanded. "Why did Colin get changed into a Beast we'd never heard of before!? And he got changed by plants!"

No response.

"Hey! Are you there!?"

Again, no response.

"Oh for..." Jack let out a frustrated cry and paced around the small room. After three laps of the room, he turned his furious gaze back towards the cracked mirror. "You listen to me, Director. I know we're at your mercy, I know we're here for your entertainment but I know that you also set down some ground rules. Nowhere in the rules does it say that a survivor who manages to find one of the old Safe Houses gets punished for sitting out the battles at night!"

His lips quivered. He wanted to swear but raising two kids on his own had instilled in him a reflex to pull back on the cuss words.

"What else is waiting out there!?" he barked. "What else have you got up your sleeve that will make us lose!?" A realisation dawned upon him. "Oh god... We're not meant to survive, are we? This is a show based solely on the sick desire to see us lose our humanity, isn't it? You sick bastard!"

Jack spun, seizing the doorknob -

"I do enjoy our chats."

He froze.

"You are correct. There is no punishment for sitting out on the battle. In fact, in previous seasons, that has been a key tactic for some groups. However, remember that there were no rules stipulating plants cannot change you.

"It's simple misdirection, friend. Focus on the Beasts but sneak in the other methods of changes. Could it be that the food you eat is corrupted? What about the water you take for advantage? Maybe there is a signal being emitted by each of your weapons and armour that slowly injects you with transformative agents. Or maybe still, it is a symbolic loss of humanity. After all, you know that all of these Beasts were formerly human and that there is a secondary game going on in the background that could restore them to their humanity. And yet, here you stand, firing lasers, shock blasts, setting up mines and depriving them of their humanity. Why not simply try to make a truce with them? Make a nice little rebellion amongst yourselves that try to overthrow the 'horrible show producers'?"

Jack felt like a cold, icy dagger had been plunged into his heart. "That's happened before, hasn't it?"

"Oh yes."

"What happened?"

"Simple human nature, Jack. There were Beasts that agreed and again, there were Beasts that refused, too drunk on the power of being free, animalistic and able to fuck anything with a cock and an ass. Needless to say, that was a very short season."

He was shaking in anger. "This is one of your mind games, isn't it? Now I can't trust anything you give us."

"I'll say this now, Jack, we don't get money if the season is short. We don't want you to change as fast as possible. We want you to suffer, make the transition nice, slow and torturous. People love it when they watch humanity slip through the fingers of the desperately struggling survivor. To this end, you can rest assured that anything we provide you in the supply drops is taint-free. Your water is clean as well... for now."

Jack froze and spun around to face the broken mirror. "What do you mean, 'for now'?"

"You didn't think we'd make it that easy, did you? If you built a venerable fortress, then the Beast players will be disgruntled. No, your water supply is out in the open. It's located northeast of the Safe House. You remember where the power generator is? From there, it's just a short walk until you find a river. That's your supply."

A sense of urgency suddenly filled him. "Thanks... I think."

"You're welcome. Consider that your clue. Good day, Jack."

Day 10 1:30 AM - Terry

The news of Colin's transformation sent waves of fear and depression throughout the remaining group. Dennis seemed to take it the hardest and he locked himself up in his ruined room for the majority of the day. The supply team had gone out to retrieve the supplies while the rest of them tried to get as much rest as they could.

Weiss tapped Terry's shoulder lightly and he turned to find a peach offered to him. Terry thanked the big jock who smiled back down at him. It was strange to have someone like Weiss be so friendly to him. Back in high school, he was the fat gamer kid that was bullied from all directions, never got a girl and sat home masturbating to pictures of fictional women. That transferred over to college though the bullying had stopped, much to his relief. But still, all his friends were fictional and drowning in some online world.

He was alone.

Yet here, in this place... he had brothers in arms.

As he chewed on the sweet flesh of the peach, he felt a strong drive to earn that respect. He had stood amongst the other survivors during the attacks but had cowered and made pot shots into the midst of the Beasts while his traps and turrets did the fighting for him. No... he wanted to be stronger.

Not too far away, Weiss offered Owen a peach.

"Hey buddy, up for another swim?" the jock asked.

Owen shook his head. "Nah, thanks... I... I just want to sit here for a second and... think."

"Okay. Just be sure to eat your peach."

Terry stood up. "I'll go for a swim."

The two boys gave him a startled look but the warm smile on Weiss' face was all the confirmation he needed. He had friends... even if they were in a life or death situation.

"Alright," Weiss rumbled. "Meet me downstairs in five."

Terry finished his peach while Weiss talked some more with Owen. Finally done with the delicious fruit, Terry headed downstairs, ready for the swim. He found Father MacArthur speaking with Jack in hushed tones. When he approached, both men fell silent. MacArthur looked like he was pitying Terry while Jack had a look of conflict on his face.

"Hey guys," he greeted softly. "What's going on?"

The two men exchanged glances.

It was Jack who broke the silence. "Terry, the source of our water is northeast from here. It's vulnerable. We don't have much time. Do you think you can set up some mines and turrets around it before tonight's attack?"

He blinked several times in surprise. "What? Why do you think it would be vulnerable?"

"We went there this morning, son," MacArthur replied grimly. "It's a river. There is a small dam that funnels water to us. There isn't even a filtration system. Any of the Beasts could jack off into our water supply and potentially infect us all."

Firstly, Terry was surprised that a priest would use such crude terminology as 'jack off' and secondly he was horrified that they were so vulnerable! What if it was already too late? He had studied some of the instructions left around the house for certain appliances and had learned there was an automatic cleaning system in the pool and showers that replaced their water supplies. That could only mean that the water in the pool was being replaced each night!

And that meant...

Weiss' heavy footsteps came down from the second floor. "Hey Terry. Ya ready for that swim?"

"No!" Terry exclaimed, all too loudly. He spun towards the surprised Weiss. "Jack and Father MacArthur just discovered that our water supply could be tainted by the Beasts! We've got to go there and set up defences!"

The jock was suddenly very alert. "But we need as much defences as we can here..."

"None of that will matter if the water we drink turns us into Beasts anyway," answered Jack. "I'm sure Craig and the others will understand."

Craig had gone with Duncan, Monroe and Vincent to fetch the supplies this go around. All four of them needed to go, as the unstable Duncan needed to be kept on a tight leash. He wasn't too pleased with that but made some smarmy comment about taking three guys to take him down.

"Maybe we should wait until the others get back," Terry murmured softly. "I mean, what happens if the stuff we get from the supplies today aren't enough to defend us?"

"Considering the pattern of the Beasts and their humiliating defeat last night, I'd think they'd try something a little different this time," MacArthur answered. "Every time one of their attacks fails so terribly like last night, they change tactics and catch us off guard. This might be our chance to stop them before they do."

It was a solid argument and Terry hated playing the Devil's Advocate but... "What if they don't go for it and we're left defenceless?"

"We've got today's supplies," Jack answered. "No matter what, we'll have more equipment to stop them." He fixed Terry with a fierce stare, the kind of stare his parents used to give him that told him that he had a choice but, in reality, he didn't. "Are you with us?"

And as with many times before, Terry did what those eyes told him to do. "Yes. I'm in." He turned it Weiss. "I might need your help with some of the equipment."

Weiss nodded firmly. "Sure. Let's get Owen to help as well."

"We'd be leaving Dennis here by himself," Jack countered. "I'd rather not have him alone when he ran off with Colin. I don't know what he'll do. The four of us should be enough."

Terry nodded firmly. "Alright. Let's get going."

Day 10 4:30 AM - Monroe

What Rush said that morning scared Monroe. His feet were absolutely killing him and every step he took, made it feel like his toes were throbbing, just begging to burst out of his sneakers. Worse yet, his mind kept flicking back towards the sexy, muscular form of the Sky Roo. Those huge feet pressed up against his lips...

He shook his head, unable to take in what he was thinking.

As a high school coach, he had seen lots of lean, muscular guys naked. It was part of the job. Never once had been turned on by them but ever since that Sky Roo had stuffed him in his cock and his feet started aching... Monroe couldn't help but ogle the muscular forms of both Craig and Duncan, finding his throat going dry every time his eyes wandered down to the two men's big feet. To make matters worse, his crotch kept stirring in his pants.

He was grateful for the hefty crate that he carried that blocked view of his rising arousal.

This time around, there were four crates full of equipment and they were smaller than before. No new turrets or mines this time around but definitely more fencing to complete the full barrier around the Safe House. Better yet, there were mini-generators. If they could hook those up properly, they would be able effectively make an impenetrable barrier!

His cock protested to that idea.

He wanted to meet Rush again... and get a taste of those big feet!

No!

Monroe shook his head again. He had to endure. He was going to get off this island, return home and return to his own time. He just had to fight the beast welling up inside of him no matter how long it took. They were in the 10th day. Only thirty-two more to go...

"Something wrong?"

He jerked his head to the right. Vincent carried his own small crate. Even with the bulky, metal box in his hands, the park ranger moved like a ghost through the forest like he belonged there. Part of Monroe couldn't help but wonder what kind of Beast Vincent would end up becoming. Would his body bulk up like Shady's? Would he get a bigger cock? How big were his feet going to be?

For the third time in the past ten minutes, he shook his head and said, "Just getting a headache, is all. Been a while since I've had a good night's rest."

"Same here," grunted Vincent. "You should get as much rest as you can. In two days, we have the elimination challenge. I would hate to see you locked out no matter how strong our defences are."

"Really?"

"You're one of our strongest players. It would be a shame to lose you."

A pang of guilt hit Monroe and he was half-tempted to tell Vincent what was going on in his body. It felt like going through puberty again. However, he kept his mouth shut as they passed through the tree line and approached the Safe House.

"What the hell!?"

Duncan's bellowing shout made them both turn. The huge fireman threw aside his crate and marched up the side of the small hill, vaulting over the makeshift barrier of crates and the trench. At first, Monroe didn't see what was wrong. Then he saw that some of the fencing was gone and as well as one or two of the turrets. Mines had been dug up as well.

"Were we attacked...?" Monroe asked.

"Beasts do not attack during the day. It's against the rules." Vincent hurried after Duncan with Craig beside him. Monroe hoisted Duncan's discarded crate and followed suit. When he arrived inside the Safe House, Owen and Dennis were cowering in the corner of the living room while Duncan loomed over them.

"What do you mean they took it!?" barked the fireman. "Where'd our defences go!?"

"J - J - Jack," stammered Dennis. "H - He said something about a w - water supply...!"

"Fuck! I knew that bastard was -"

"What?" came the sharp question.

Monroe turned and found Jack standing at the entrance to the living quarters with Weiss, MacArthur and Terry behind him. His arms were folded across his chest and more than ever, Jack looked like the fierce leader their team needed. Monroe was a little shamed to find himself falling in line to the stronger, alpha male... and wondering what size shoe he wore...

"You!" Duncan growled, stomping over to Jack. "What did you do!?"

"Our water supply needed defending just like the power generator," Jack answered calmly. "We had to take some defences from the outer area and arrange it there. Is that a problem?"

"Fuck yes! How're we going to defend ourselves against charging horn heads and fucking kangaroos!?"

"We've still got our own defences and we've got the defences you guys brought in. What's the problem?"

"The problem is that we don't have any new guns! It's all generators that'll keep what we already have powered through the night!"

For a second, Jack faltered but he quickly regained his composure. "So? We'll still be able to hold them back. The water supply needed defending. We all need water. If they Beasts taint it in some way or another, who is to say we all won't be sprouting fur and fucking one another come midnight?"

Craig stepped forward, pulling Duncan back. Strangely, he did not position himself beside Jack. Monroe instantly saw that there was a slight shift of allegiances. "Jack, the Beasts have never shown any inclination to attack the water supply. You don't even know if they know where it is. But now, you're drawing attention to it. Remember, the turrets can only last halfway through the night as well. Plus, the fencing needs constant power. The lines you've lain down from the generator will draw them towards the supply."

There... Jack's face fell. "Oh..."

"Oh!?" Duncan roared. "Oh!? Is that all you can say!? Fuck, man! You just showed the fucking fuckers another way they could attack us! Aaaargh!" The fireman clutched the sides of his head and paced around the room in anger. "Fuckin' hell!"

Father MacArthur stepped past Jack, holding up his hands. "It was out of concern that we did this. Better to have drawn their attention to the supply and defended it than for them to discover it and catch us unawares."

"What? You think that if the water suddenly tasted 'salty' none of us would say anything?" barked Duncan.

MacArthur fixed fireman with a stare equal to that of Jack's. "Let me ask you this, Duncan, if you were infected, how would you like us to treat you?"

The fireman growled loudly. "I wouldn't be one of them Beasts yet. You fuckin' need me! I'm the strongest out of everyone here and the only one with any common sense! If I were infected, you'd keep me here until I lost it all!"

"Really? This from the man who kicked out Colin on some thin strand of suspicion for being infected."

Monroe couldn't help it. "Oh snap..."

Amused looks crossed the other survivors as they stared at Duncan's gaping face. When Dennis let out a soft giggle, Duncan shot him a foul stare that instantly silenced him.

Turning back to MacArthur, Duncan said, "We didn't need Colin."

"So if we are not 'needed', you would throw us to the wolves? Are we all not human? Are we all not survivors? Just because we did not meet your standards, we are to be thrown outside of the Safe House to 'lighten the load'? I am surprised you became a fireman if that is your attitude."

Before anyone could react, Duncan let out a ferocious roar and threw himself at MacArthur. The priest's eyes went wide as Duncan's fist slammed into his face. There was a burst of blood and a strangled cry from MacArthur. Jack caught the man before he fell over while Monroe and Craig held back the fireman.

"Okay! That's it!" shouted Craig, hauling Duncan towards the freezer. "Vincent! Get the door!"

There was an odd, satisfied smirk on Vincent's face as he pulled open the freezer door and gave an exaggerated bow.

"Cool off!" Craig shouted, shoving Duncan into the freezer before slamming the door shut behind him. He locked the door behind him. They all could hear Duncan banging on the steel frame and his muffled curses.

Monroe instantly went to look at MacArthur. He had treated enough injuries to have some degree of knowledge in first aid. From all appearances, it was just a broken nose. Nothing too serious but that still would have hurt like hell.

"I am fine," murmured MacArthur, nodding and smiling his thanks to the others around him. "Really, I'm fine."

Monroe couldn't help but admire the priest. He had stood up against the much bigger, much more intimidating Duncan. By the looks of the others around them, that respect was mirrored in everyone else as well. Craig's sigh turned all attention towards the soldier.

"That was good initiative defending water supply but I wish you had consulted the rest of us, Jack."

"Where did you learn about it anyway?" Monroe asked. For a second, Jack looked lost for words... which was odd. Suspicion bubbled deep in the coach.

"We were exploring," MacArthur mumbled. He touched his nose and winced. "Trying to get a better view of our surroundings. We were thinking about cutting down some of the trees with those energised katanas we have and maybe use the logs as more defences. We don't have nearly enough crates to surround our Safe House."

"That's not a half-bad idea," agreed Craig. "Let's put that to action tomorrow. But for tonight, let's get these generators set up and consolidate what defences we have."

The rest of the survivors were given their own assignments but Monroe was left watching Jack as he sulked after MacArthur and Weiss. The father of two knew something he wasn't telling everyone else... Whatever it was, it had told him where the water supply was... and it led to their vulnerability.

He just hoped it would not be their end.

As if to remind him that 'their end' could come from another source, his feet began to throb. With a wince, he quietly retreated to the second floor whilst everyone else was setting up the new generators. Every step he took was like a thousand daggers piercing his feet and it almost made him topple over in agony.

Once he was alone, he pulled off his shoes and gasped in relief.

He uncurled his toes, never even aware that they were being pressed against the extremities of his shoes. As the cool afternoon air brushed against them, he had to come to terms with the fact that they were much bigger.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

Remembering that he was on dinner duty this evening, Monroe left his shoes off and went back down stairs. To have his feet free was so... relieving. He was already conjuring up countless excuses as to why he was going around barefoot when he stared on dinner. There was only so much he could cook up without going into the freezer for some protein.

He wandered up to the freezer door and knocked lightly.

Naturally, there was no reply.

"Duncan, it's Monroe," he said. "I'm coming in."

Slowly, he pulled open the door. Duncan was revealed looming over him, arms crossed and one eyebrow cocked. By the frown on his face, he was clearly not pleased.

"Am I being let out of prison?" the fireman rumbled.

"No. I'm getting some meat."

Monroe shoved past him but left the door open. He was a little surprised when Duncan didn't take the opening. The fireman clearly had some restraint. Then again, if he burst out, what would he do? His 'escape' would just be viewed as treasonous and he'd be thrown out to the Beasts. Maybe he did have some common sense after all.

Plucking some chicken breasts from the racks, Monroe gauged he had enough protein to feed the team. The cold eased the pain in his feet, numbing them to some degree.

"I don't trust Jack."

He turned back towards Duncan who was staring out onto the kitchen. "Why not?"

"The guy just wants to go back to his family. He doesn't care about the rest of us. If he could sacrifice all of us and get home, he would. We all want to get out of here. He just doesn't care if he goes alone."

"That's bullshit." Monroe began storming back up the steps. "Jack cares about us."

"You keep telling yourself that. Just wait when he gets to choose which one of us gets to turn for his stupid life and his kids."

A prickling sensation went down Monroe's spine. "Hey, when you've got kids of your own, you'll understand. You'd do anything for them."

"And you know what it's like to have kids?"

"I'm a high school coach, remember? It's the next best thing."

Duncan huffed at that. "Look, there's an elimination challenge coming up. I'd appreciate it if you didn't just hand Jack the trophy this time around."

"I intend to win that thing," Monroe answered, storming up the steps a little further. "But I also intend to get you eliminated."

The fireman chuckled. "You can try, fatass. You can try."

Monroe pushed past him but kept the door open. "They'll be attacking in an hour or so. Dinner will be ready in thirty. Get ready."

Day 10 7:30 PM - Owen

When the trumpeting gong-like noise that heralded the Beasts' approach, Owen quickly finished off one last peach before bringing up his Rioter. As always, the peach filled him with raw energy and he felt like he could go toe-to-toe with one of the High Horns.

As always, the High Horns led the charge, bellowing a challenge as they ploughed through the mine field. However, with Jack's repositioning of some of the mines, significantly fewer of them were taken out. Owen brought the Rioter up to his shoulders and began firing at those that made it through. The turrets were doing their work as well but again, there were fewer of them so more Beasts broke through.

When the first few High Horns made it to the foot of the Safe House, he expected them to charge right on through to meet those manning the barricade downstairs. Instead, however, they stopped.

"What...?"

Then the Sky Roos came. He expected them leap up and try to land in the courtyard as always. But this time... they charged up right next to the High Horns, grinning from ear to ear.

"What are they planning?" he whispered.

Then, two of the Sky Roos rolled onto their backs, lifting their enormous feet upwards. For a second, Owen could only watch them in fascination. When one of the High Horns leapt onto the panel made of enormous kangaroo feet, he realised exactly what they were up to.

"Holy shit!"

With a tremendous roar, the High Horn was launched high into the air. Owen barely had enough time to flick up his Rioter and fire at the hurling mass of muscle. The look of triumph on the High Horn filled his heart with dread while his own cock jumped a little in joy upon seeing the Beasts' fully erect manhood twitch in anticipation. He struck it square on the chest, sending the High Horn into a fit of spasms. The Beasts' body slammed into the network of electrified wiring they had set up the previous day. Where it would have thrown back the must leaner Sky Roos, with the massive High Horns, the wiring buckled and snapped!

Owen suddenly had a 350 pound rhinoceros right beside him and one of his primary defences broken!

Another tremendous roar hit his ears and he turned in time to watch more Sky Roos positioning themselves like furry catapults. More High Horns moved to launching position. The turrets fired but a line of the Beasts stood in front of their comrades, taking the hits.

If the High Horns got onto the second floor, they'd be overwhelmed!

Thinking quick, Owen picked up his Rioter and fired three shots in rapid succession. The High Horn he hit gasped as all three shots struck his wall-like chest. A burst of blue energy erupted from around the Beast and he was suddenly gone. Those around him stared at the vanished High Horn. Taking advantage of the blast, he fired again, this time shooting past the High Horns and straight at the readied Sky Roos, only firing twice each. His shots went wide and only struck one of the leaner Roos but it was enough.

"Shoot them three times!" he shouted over his shoulder. "Send those High Horns back to where they came from then take out the Roos!"

He was squeezing the trigger like madman, his heart pumping hard in his chest. The energies of the peach had long faded but the adrenaline that pumped through his veins gave him a strange sense of heightened awareness that made everything seem to go so much slower. He was spinning right left and centre, shooting at the High Horns rapidly and exposing the otherwise defenceless Sky Roos.

The only problem was that there were just too many of them!

A cry erupted from somewhere around the corner and he heard the tell-tale thud of a High Horn landing. Loathed as he was to leave his position, Owen spun away from the balcony, hoping he had opened up enough of an opening for the turrets to do their job. He rounded the corner just in time to see Dennis screaming and desperately trying to scramble away from a massive High Horn that had him by the legs. Weiss was just a few feet away from him but grappling with another High Horn. It surprised him that the jock was able to keep the massive rhino at bay!

Owen lifted his Rioter and fired twice. The High Horn holding down Dennis went rigid, his eyes wide before he fell backwards, completely paralysed. The Beasts struggling with Weiss same his comrade go down.

"Oh fuck me..."

"Maybe later, hot stuff," Owen replied and shot him right between the eyes. The High Horn went down, paralysed.

"We can't keep this up!" Weiss panted.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous boom.

A multitude of rockets came streaming out from somewhere on the northern wall. For a second, there was nothing but silence... then the sky was alight with tremendous, blue flashes. Bursts of electrical, blue energies ripped right through the northern face of the Safe House.

"Someone used a Camel..." Owen realised.

Jack came racing around the corner, hoisting his own Camel and lifting it towards the gathered Beasts. Owen looked towards the field and grimaced. The Beasts were too spread out. Even if they launched another Camel strike, it would only thin their numbers slightly. It wouldn't be enough...

"Take this you sick sonsofbitches!" Jack shouted and pulled the trigger to his weapon.

The massive rocket launcher unleashed its deadly payload, filling Owen's ears with a deafening roar like he had just stood right next to a plane's engine. He was knocked back onto his rear by the sheer noise alone.

"Shield your eyes!" Jack shouted.

He immediately turned away from the blast. He didn't see it but Owen certainly heard the explosions of energy that rippled through the night and the frustrated cries of the Beasts as they were thrown into paralysis.

Blinking away dizziness that had overtaken him from the noise of the Camel launch, Owen got up and spun back towards his post, the southern face of the Safe House.

Wham!

He fell back, his head spinning. It felt like he had hit a wet, brick wall. A faith, warm liquid touched his chest and when he looked up, he gave a cry of horror. The biggest High Horn he had ever seen loomed in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. Somehow, he recognised this particular Beast.

"Shady..."

"Hey there, little buddy," the former salesman said with a smirk. "Feel like going through a second growth spurt?"

Before, he could reply, Jack came out of nowhere, a bright blue blade in his hands. The sword went right through Shady's stomach but strangely enough, there were no tears or breaches to his flesh. Shady's eyes went wide as he stared at the weapon embedded into his chest. When he looked up, he found himself staring at the barrel of Jack's Force Pistol.

"Go fuck yourself, traitor," Jack growled.

BAM!

At point black range, the blast of the pistol would have been enough to cave in any normal person's skull. For Shady, however, it just threw him back, over the balcony and sent the High Horn soaring all the way back past the trees. Jack flipped the ethereal katana in his hand and tucked away his Force Pistol, bringing out the Rioter hanging over his shoulder.

"We're getting overwhelmed..." Jack whispered. His eyes flicked towards Owen.

"We should go downstairs," Owen said. "We can't stop them from getting up stairs. Maybe we should go to the courtyard!"

Jack shook his head. "No. I've got a better idea. Stay here."

Before Owen could protest, Jack was bolting back downstairs. He heard the cries of the other survivors and the startled shout of Duncan shouting for him to get back. Owen's eyes went wide as he scrambled for the south balcony and peered over the edge in awe.

The figure of Jack shot out of the Safe House, leaping over the makeshift barricade of crates with his ethereal blue blade in his hands and his Rioter in the other. He was firing wildly into the Beasts. The shock of one of the humans amongst their midst sent the Beasts into complete and utter disarray. The Sky Roos and the High Horns began shouting about a human in their presence.

From the corner of his eye, Owen saw the Beasts from the other sides abandon their attempts and start rushing towards the south, rushing towards Jack. With surprisingly nimbleness, Jack dodged past High Horns and Sky Roos alike. He was firing at anyone that got close enough and those that came within arm's reach, his ethereal blade cut through. Wherever the blade touched, the Beast dropped like he had been paralysed only there was no tell-tale bolts of blue electricity racing through his body.

Jack began scrambling towards the west and Owen couldn't help but follow his progress. Realising he still had a gun in his hands, Owen lifted his Rioter and began firing at the Beasts closing in on Jack. Another gun joined his own. Weiss and Dennis were raining hell down on the horde of Beasts. Jack looked so small compared to them and there were so many that it was like watching a tiny crumb of bread being chased down by a thousand ants!

Then the inevitable came.

Jack found the wall of Beasts from the west and north coming to sandwich him against the Beasts from the south. The father of two stopped.

SHOOOOM!

Owen's ears rang again, setting his teeth on edge. Rockets came screaming out of Father MacArthur's Camel. Hell rained down onto the west and north Beasts, sending globes of crackling, blue energies amongst their midst. Their roars were like a choir complementing the orchestra that played the destructive tune from the Camel.

"Run, Jack! Run!" MacArthur shouted.

Owen felt a swell in his chest. "Run, Jack!"

"Run!" Weiss shouted.

"Run! Run!" echoed Owen.

All three of them brought up their guns and began firing. Jack flashed them a relieved smile and hurried over the toppled bodies of the Beasts MacArthur had knocked down. They followed Jack all across the west wall and finally to the north where the majority of the survivors had gathered. Bolts of blue light rained down on the Beasts as the survivors fired their assorted weapons. On the first floor, Craig, Duncan and Monroe laid down supporting fire.

They each carved Jack a path of bodies towards the northern forests...

"Where is he going!?" Owen shouted.

"The generator," answered Vincent. "There are still some defences there. He'll buy us some time. Come on! Let's get these wires fixed!"

Owen couldn't believe just how brave Jack was... That incredible courage, it filled him with inspiration. As he and the others scrambled to quickly reposition the turrets and repair the electrified wiring, he spied Weiss. Those bulking muscles added a new spice to the courage filling his chest.

Coming so close to losing... he realised he had no time to be beating around the bush.

Craig quickly ordered everyone to start moving the crates upstairs. No matter how hard the High Horns were launched, they would still be repelled by a wall of dirt-filled crates wrapped with electrified wires. Weiss was one of the biggest of them all and was in charge of moving the crates.

Owen ambushed him as he set one such crate on top of another.

"Weiss."

"Yeah, bud?"

Owen took a deep breath and steeled himself. What would he say? What could he say? Weiss' innocent face looked so blissfully ignorant. He loved it. "You know how you've slept with guys before?"

"Yeah?"

He said it with so much nonchalance that it just made Owen's heart swell. An accepting, bisexual jock. What more could he ask for?

No more beating around the bush.

"You think... maybe... you'd sleep with me?"

For a second, Weiss' face was still.

Then... he face split into a smile.

Shit... he was going to start laughing!

"Sure bud. Sounds fun. How about tomorrow morning once all this shit is done?"

Owen blinked several times, trying to process those words.

"Um... Sure. It's... It's a date!"

"Be sure to eat to get your energy up, bud," Weiss said, winking at him. "Don't want to conking out on me."

"Hell yes!"

---

Day 11 6:30 AM - Jack

He was cornered.

For the better part of eight hours, Jack had been on the run. He found reprieve in the generator's defences but when those eventually gave out, he retreated towards the next location he knew had solid defences - the water supply. He knew he was opening another avenue for the Beasts to attack them on but he had to buy everyone time.

So he fell back... and just like at the generator, the defences defended him for a good 4 or so hours.

But then... they too gave out.

Suddenly, he was surrounded by an army of High Horns and Sky Roos. Leading them, was Shady who was stroking his massive cock in anticipation.

"You gave me one hell of a hit, Jack," growled the High Horn. "I am going to enjoy tearing your ass open and watching you bulk up and grown another pair of horns."

Jack remained silent as the High Horn loomed over him, a dribble of thick precum landing on Jack's shoulder.

"Any last words?" Shady said, his grin growing broader.

"Yeah." Jack lifted his right arm. The Beasts all back away in horror. "I'm immune, bitches." He flicked the button on the immunity bracelet. Any Beast within ten feet of him was suddenly hurled back by a mighty force. They crashed to the ground, gasping. Shady pounded the ground in frustration especially as the sun began peaking over the mountains.

Relief washed over Jack as he strode through their midst. The Beasts that remained, gave him way, staring daggers at him.

"I'll have your ass, Jack!" Shady roared. "Mark my words! I'll have it!"

"You can kiss it and that's all you'll have," Jack answered over his shoulder.

It was a long trek back towards the Safe House and his legs were sore from all the running he had to do. Mentally, he was exhausted and every part of his body ached. Somehow, he still managed to grip his ethereal katana and the Rioter. He was reduced to a crawl by the time he reached the clearing of the Safe House. Someone shouted his name but he didn't know who.

Strong hands picked him up. Voices were whispering all around him. Someone said something about the immunity bracelet. Another person called him a 'fucking smartass'. He didn't care at that point. They had survived another night.

Next thing he knew, he was on a warm mattress with a blanket draped over him.

Sleep came too easily.

He dreamed about his boys... and how old they must be now... He missed them and he would do anything to get back to them. Ray and Roy... His twin boys, so beautiful and so strong. They made their father proud. In his dream, he was standing back at their house after having just won the game. His kids were just coming back from school and he hugged them tightly, weeping softly and telling them how much he missed them.

They would ask him what he meant as they had only been gone for a short while but he'd just hold them at arm's length, and tell them that he just loved them both... and in the end, he would always be there for them.

The happiness ended, however.

Jack opened his eyes and he was back in the little island hell. Slowly, he pushed himself up to a sitting position, aware of the tried tears that caked his cheeks. A ragged sigh escaped him.

"Dreamin' about your kids?"

He turned to his right and his face became twisted in a scowl.

"What do you want, Duncan?"

The fireman gave him a quick roll of his eyes. "We have one saying in the fire department where I come from." He lifted a finger. "There are no heroes. If you go being a hero, you're likely to get yourself, your team and whoever else you were trying to save killed. Last night, you tried to be a hero. You were stupid. We could have held them off."

"Thanks," Jack muttered sarcastically. "Just what I needed after spending all night running from the Beasts and pissing myself multiple times. At least you got a restful night's sleep."

"Who says I slept?"

Jack blinked and stared at the fireman. "The Beasts weren't attacking you. Why didn't you get some rest?"

The fireman stood up and slapped the side of Jack's head lightly before heading downstairs. The father of two was left utterly confused and he rubbed the side of his head. Did Duncan actually...? That was almost a playful slap...

With a shake of his head, Jack got up.

Despite his nap, he was still far too weary for polite company. Some of the other survivors greeted him and he was vaguely aware of MacArthur, Terry and Weiss going out for the supply run. He shambled straight to the library, accepting a plate of some lunch from Dennis with thanks. As was becoming his ritual, he found himself sitting in the middle of the interview room, staring at the cracked glass in silence.

He felt numb. There was a part of him that was angry at having been ripped away from his kids. Another was depressed at being ripped away from his kids. That left him feeling numb, the conflicting emotions causing his heart to fall into a smooth, dull throbbing and made the food he quietly shovelled into his mouth taste like ash.

"Can I interest you in a tasty little morsel of information?"

Jack stared through glazed eyes at the one-way mirror. "Sure..."

"After your heroism yesterday, our rating skyrocketed. You've just successfully doubled our viewership overnight."

"Good for you."

"Thank you. I'm starting to consider whether or not we should start implanting subliminal or hypnotic messages into our shows."

"Much good that'll do you if you're telling everyone what you're planning now."

"Oh Jack. What makes you think this is live? Remember, you're far into the future from your timeline. In fact, my timeline is entirely separate to yours and through powerful technologies, I am able to communicate to you now. It's your choice to believe me or not."

"So none of our conversations may even make it on air?"

"Of course not. The power of editing, my friend."

Jack set down his plate grimly. "What's my daily clue?"

"Hmmm... How about you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?"

He stared up at the screen. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, that Duncan seems to have taken a real shining to you. Did you know he's gay?"

A frown crossed Jack's features. "What...?"

"He knew it since he was fourteen years of age. Hated himself for it his entire life. Adopted a gruff, aggressive persona to keep people away. If no one could get close enough, he wouldn't be tempted. But it's there. There are times that he slips and in those moments, he lets himself go. Everyone has a price and the grass is always greener."

Anger gave way to the depression. "Is he your agent? Did you plant the homosexual ideals into his mind at a young age and nurtured him so he would sabotage our efforts today!?"

The Director laughed softly. "That's a good idea. I'll take it to the producers for next season. Would be a nice reveal midway through a season to have everyone in the group realise that they were all puppets made to play a game designed by us. How do you think they'll react? Do you think they'll just give up or fight?"

Jack was terribly disgusted and turned away from the screen. "You disgust me."

"Why thank you! If I didn't, then I wouldn't be doing my job. By and by... you realise that you are still immune to Beast attacks for the rest of the day. Until tomorrow morning to be exact."

That was right... the bracelet allowed him immunity for twenty-four hours. He could be the hero again... but there were no assurances he would succeed. Besides, he couldn't pull another night like that. Not when there was another immunity challenge around the corner.

"So what?" he grumbled.

"Oh nothing. Just thought I ought to remind you. Have a good day, Jack."

"Not bloody likely."

Day 11 11:00 AM - Terry

Jack's heroism the previous night had stirred something in everyone. Terry finally found himself exercising though it was not what he had expected. Weiss and Owen were back in the Safe House doing laps while he was tasked with fetching more peaches from the forest. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do but at least he wasn't going in it alone. Dennis strolled beside him, carrying a basket of the delicious fruit.

Most of the survivors who weren't fixing the defences had taken to using the exercise gear. Monroe was hitting the weights hard and his idea of going around barefoot was catching on. Duncan had abandoned his shoes as well as had most of the other survivors. Only Jack, Father MacArthur and Vincent kept their shoes for various reasons. The coach was driving everyone to work out, telling them that if each of them could pull off courageous moves like Jack did, they would all make it.

Terry wasn't going to argue. He wanted to be that brave and strong.

He plucked another peach from the trees that surrounded them and noticed for the first time that the peaches didn't actually come from the trees, rather several vines that wrapped around the trees. Shrugging, he tossed a few more into the basket Dennis was holding whole taking one for himself and devouring it. The energy that filled him woke him up even more, adding a spring to his step.

"I'm glad Jack made it back last night," Dennis said.

"Me too," Terry murmured through a mouthful of peach flesh. "He's a real hero."

"I wish I could be more like that... The one time I tried being courageous, I ended up walking right in on Colin transforming... Raped by plants."

"Not your fault. None of us could have known."

Everything on the island seemed like it was ready to get them. He was hesitant to keep eating the peaches at first but they offered so much strength and it was the only think keeping him fighting at night. Though seeing Jack run from the Beasts like that... It fuelled him to better himself for the first time in his life. He didn't want to be that fat kid locked in his room doing nothing but playing his greatest fantasies online.

He wanted to be the hero.

But the only way 'fat Terry' could become the hero was if he lost a lot of weight in the next few weeks... assuming he survived that long.

Before he could speak again, he heard a muffled, whimpering come from somewhere in the forest. His mind instantly filled with thoughts of the returning supply team and they sounded like they needed help with the supplies. He gestured for Dennis to follow him and they headed deeper into the forest.

As the whimpering grew louder, he became aware of another sound... a wet slapping noise. A pit quickly formed in his stomach as the whimpers were broken by the occasional, lustful panting. He slowed his approach as a figure quickly came into view...

... a deep, brown, muscular shape about seven feet tall with long, brown antlers jutting from his head. In the Beast's massive, hoofed hands was a throbbing foot long member covered in veins and simply dripping with precum.

"Oh hell..." Terry whispered softly. "Dennis..."

"Colin!?"

The Beast's ears instantly flicked upwards and he spun his head towards the two boys. The recognition in his eyes said it all.

"Colin... it is you..." Dennis said, dropping the small crate of peaches. "Shit... Are you...?"

Colin's eyes widened as he spied the peaches. "What... uh... What are you doing with those?" Despite his strained words, he was relentlessly jacking off, the expression on his face caught between agony and ecstasy. "Don't come any closer!"

Dennis froze.

"Those... fruits..." Colin huffed. "What are you doing with them...?"

"Taking them back to the Safe House," answered Terry warily. He gripped Dennis' shoulders and pulled him back slowly. "Why?"

"B - b - Because.. of fuck... I can't stop... Shit! FUCK!"

Colin's whole body went tense and he gave his cock one last squeeze. Long ropes of thick, white semen exploded from the tip of his member. There was enough to completely cover the base of the tree he was leaning against and more. The stag was left panting, his eyes glazed over.

Before either Terry or Dennis could say a thing, the strange sound of groaning flesh filled the forest. They watched in awe as long, ropey, green vines began rising out from where Colin's cum lay. The vines wrapped tightly around the tree, curling up its entire length before starting to quickly sprout bulbs. Those bulbs blossomed into bright, white flowers before quickly evolving into those same, pink, heart-shaped peaches.

Colin winced loudly as his cock receded into his sheath and the stag lay on his back. "Please... No more... I can't..."

"Who are you talking to...?" Terry asked.

To answer his question, the vines around the tree seemed to take a life of their own and crawl towards the prone stag. Too weak to resist, the vines wrapped around Colin's lean form and gently pressed a peach towards his lips. The vines were even gently peeled the peach for him! Slowly, the Beast closed his eyes and quietly nibbled on the pink flesh.

"Colin!" Dennis cried.

Terry held him back, eyeing the symbiotic exchange in horror.

Once the peach was completely done, the vines receded and Colin groaned loudly. His tense muscles seemed to abruptly relax... all except for his cock which sprang to life and began emerging from his sheath, healthy and already dribbling with precum. The stag easily got to his feet and walked over to the next tree, his eyes half-glazed in lust and his tongue rolling from his muzzle.

"You... have to stop... eating them..." Colin panted. "They... They're... bad for youuuuuu!" The stag let out a loud moan as he gripped his cock and viciously began jacking off against, his cock aimed at the base of the tree. "Run... Get away!"

Terry's mind instantly flashed back to Weiss encouraging everyone in the house to eat those peaches and a pit formed in his stomach. That peach he had eaten earlier quickly started coming back up his throat but under some reflex, he fought it back down. Seizing Dennis around the shoulder, he dragged the young man back towards the Safe House, all the while holding a hand over his mouth to keep himself from losing the contents of his belly.

He was bursting into the Safe House shouting incoherently before he knew it.

The curious survivors came in. Jack and MacArthur were first to approach him, asking what was wrong. Weiss and Owen came in from the gym, still dripping wet from the shower and both without a shirt. It wasn't so evident on Weiss but he was pretty sure Owen was starting to get definition in his pecs and abs. Worse yet...

"Don't eat those!" he shouted, slapping the peaches away from Weiss and Owen's hands.

"Hey! They're good!" Owen protested.

"We met Colin outside!" Dennis chimed in, equally panicked. "He - He was cumming everywhere! He couldn't stop! Wherever he came, vines grew and those vines produced those peaches and then the vines would feed him the peaches and he'd be back up and cumming all over again! We've got to help him!"

"Screw that!" Terry shouted. "We've all been eating those peaches! We're tainted! We're going to turn into Beasts!" He could just feel the Beast bubbling inside of him now, eating away at his humanity and turning him into a horny, overly muscular High Horn or a big footed Sky Roo... Or maybe he'd turn into a stag like Colin and be stuck in a perpetual loop of spreading his 'seed' everywhere! "I don't want that to happen to me!"

"Terry!"

He found Jack's hands seizing his shoulder, shaking him lightly. He was forced to lock gazes with last night's hero.

"Listen to me. We're not going to turn into Beasts. Trust me. The transformation may have started but we'll only lose our humanity if we let it happen. Don't give up. We can make it out of this. All of us." He cast his gaze across the room, eventually settling on Duncan. "And make it out completely human."

Terry wasn't sure but if Jack said it... Then he had to believe it. Jack was the only source of hope they had left... If they lost Jack... they'd lose everything... He nodded numbly and listened as Jack insisted they get rid of all the peaches. There was nothing else to it.

Just stop eating the peaches... and they'd be safe.

Yeah... No more peaches.

*Day 11 1:00 PM - Owen *

Owen was halfway to running to the toilets and forcing himself to vomit out the peaches he had eaten. Somehow, the looks of horror on each of the other survivors and Jack's reaffirming words calmed him down. Still, he couldn't help but feel he had just lost out on an opportunity. His 'date' with Weiss had gone interrupted when Jack had decided to take the jock to defend the water supply which didn't need defending. Just a few seconds ago, he had hoped that after he and Weiss had gotten all nice and hot, they could retire to one of the barricaded rooms, settle down with a peach or two and then go at it like wild animals.

He hadn't really drawn the connection between the fruit and the boost of energy he had received afterwards. To him, it had been the first real connection he had with Weiss; something they both had in common no matter how ridiculous it was to bond over a piece of fruit.

Now that was taken from him.

What would happen now if he couldn't keep up with Weiss' breakneck workout routine? Would the jock see him as weak? Would they even talk anymore? Would he lose and never get to find out?

The Jack took it upon himself to get rid of the peaches while the other survivors went back to work preparing the rest of their defences. Owen parted ways from Weiss, preferring to live in the delusion that he still had a chance of sleeping with the jock instead of being rejected. He worked with Duncan and MacArthur to finish the trench that surrounded the Safe House.

It was about 3 PM when the supply team arrived with a new toy.

"It's called a 'Head Hunter'," Dennis read, the instruction manual in his hands. There were three crates supplied to them. One was filled with more food while the third was filled with a fresh change of clothing. Owen hadn't even realised he had been wearing the same, sweaty, rubber-like garments for ten days. The third had a large, cylindrical device that looked like some sort of hovering robot with a rotating turret mounted on its underside.

"What's it do?" Craig asked, hoisting it out of the box easily."

Dennis reached into the crate and pulled out what looked like a flagpole only without a flag. "It says in the instruction manual that the Head Hunter will defend everything within a fifty foot radius of this beacon as long as it has a clear view. It's got a rotating turret that will fire gas grenades filled with a powerful stink bomb that's enough to incapacitate a Beast. But it can only ten rounds once every hour."

"Load of good that'll do," Duncan grunted. "Great, it fucking shoots grenades but for one whole fucking hour, all it can do is sit there and look like a piece of garbage!"

Craig pressed something on the Head Hunter and a loud, mechanical whirring filled the living room. The survivors stepped back from the device as blue ring of light appeared around its circumference. On some unknown force, the Head Hunter began to float on its own, its gun slowly rotating and looking for targets.

"That is so cool!" Terry exclaimed.

"A tactical defence drone," Craig murmured. "Could be useful... I say we place it in the courtyard."

"What good will it do there!?" Duncan protested.

"We can use the courtyard as a secondary place to fall back on in case the Beasts pull another fast one on us and manage to breach our defences. If the second floor gets overrun, we can head to the courtyard defended by this thing" - Craig patted the Head Hunter - "and any other turrets we have there."

"That's suicide! Those Roos can leap in from above and take us down!"

"We've got turrets on the roof, remember?" Monroe countered.

"But no one to defend them if we're all in the goddamn courtyard!"

"Where do you suggest we put it then!?"

Jack - ever the leader - stepped between them, pushing both men away. Owen couldn't help but scowl. Jack was going to give another ruling order. Of course he was. He knew what was best for the group... or rather, he knew what was best to get himself back to his kids as a human. Duncan had been right. Jack didn't care about the rest of them. He just wanted to win.

What if some of them wanted to remain on the island?

If all of them won, what guarantee was there that their memories would remain intact? Hell, Owen came from a different timeline to Weiss! They would never meet!

Here on the island is where they were together...

"I'm going to have to agree with Duncan on this one," Jack said, surprising them all. "Right now, the courtyard is still a death trap and we don't have nearly enough crates to barricade all of the rooms. If we try to make a run for it, we'll end up getting trapped right here." He pointed downwards, indicating the living room. "Beasts will be coming from the second floor and the sides. It's best if we set this up... in the best place it can do damage."

"And where is that?"

Jack's eyes went towards the beacon and its distinct shape as a flagpole. "Is anyone good at javelin?"

Day 11 6:00 PM - Weiss

No peaches... Well goddamn.

He had hoped no one would discover their strength-giving effects until much later but he had never suspected that they came from Beasts. Though he still doubted that they had a detrimental effect. The sun had set and he held a Rioter against his chest, peering through the barricade made of metal crates and electrified wires that effectively defended the second floor of the Safe House. He was feeling oddly weak without having his peach before the big battle.

Then again...

He glanced left and right. No one else was around. Quietly, he reached into his pocket and retrieved one of the peaches he had managed to save from Jack's purge.

Should he eat it knowing where it came from?

What happens if he turned into a Beast there and then?

He wanted to win this game and eating these things surely would make him lose... right?

"Weiss?"

He quickly tucked the peach behind his back and spun around. Dennis stood there, his brow furrowed.

"Is that a...?"

"It's nothing," Weis growled.

The slim young man strode forward. Weiss felt threatened and he was about to lift his Rioter at his fellow survivor when he realised he'd have to use both hands for that. Wincing, he could only turn his gaze away as Dennis peered around his broad back and gasped.

"It is."

"Look... If you tell Jack..." If he told Jack, then what? Weiss couldn't do anything. It was the eve of the battle and if he was revealed to be a traitor, he'd be thrown to the Beasts without a second thought! He had no options... He was fucked!

"Can I have a bite?"

Weiss instantly spun to face the smaller survivor, eyes wide. "What...?"

"I know where those things come from," Dennis whispered softly, his eyes cast down. "But I don't agree with Jack's whole 'all human' thing." Sharp, dark brown eyes flicked towards the jock. "If I go back home like I am now, I'll just be a loner, picked on for being scrawny and not even that smart. Have you seen nerds and geeks these days!? They're huge! They work out! I saw a guy doing calculus while doing push ups!"

That was a surprise to Weiss. In his time, nerds were nerds, nothing more. But bodybuilding nerds...? Wow...

"If we're going to make it out of this," Dennis said, "we have to grow, evolve, adapt. And if those fruit make me into a Beast in small doses, I'm sure I can handle it. As long as I take it all in moderation."

Weiss couldn't help himself from grinning. He lifted the peach for Dennis to see fully. The young man's eyes widened in awe. "I totally get you," he rumbled. "Jack is strong but we're just ten days in. How long can he keep it up if he's just human?"

"Yeah. And when we win, I'm going to ask if I can keep some of the Beast in me. I don't want to go back to the world being just ordinary Dennis Ho."

"Yeah," Weiss replied, surprised to find a like-minded individual in the small man. "Totally. Wanna split it?"

Dennis' face split into a broad grin. "Thought you'd never ask."

They cut the peach in half and eat it greedily. Weiss felt the power pulse through his veins and had to shudder a bit. It felt like the sweet juices of the fruit was coursing through his muscles, pumping them full of energy and urging them to grow. Every muscle in his body tensed up including the muscles in his cock. He felt a faint wetness against his crotch and looked down. His 8 inch boner was poking through the fabric. For a second, he was a little ashamed but when he looked at Dennis licking his fingers, he smirked upon seeing a tent in his partner-in-crime's pants.

Yeah, being partially bestial wouldn't be bad especially if he wasn't going in it alone.

"Hey," Weiss began. "How're we going to get more of these things?"

Dennis finished licking off his fingers and thought for a second. "Well... If we go out into the supply runs, we'll have an excuse to be out of the Safe House. We can grab some peaches and pocket them. We'll make sure that when they go on a run, one of us will be with them. That way, we're guaranteed to get a few!"

"Brilliant!" The jock grinned and clapped Dennis' shoulder. Whether or not he was imagining it, he could definitely feel some muscle there. "I like you, kid."

"Yeah, I like you too Weiss."

For some reason, their conversation hit a grounding halt and their smiled faded into awkward, confused stares. They looked at one another as if trying to figure out what had just happened and why, for some reason, they both had a look like they were lost. Weiss shrugged and released Dennis' shoulder.

The gong-like noise of the battle began.

Weiss spun towards the battle, grinning and filled with energy. "You ready for this, little buddy?"

"Fuck yeah!"

---

Day 12 7:00 AM - Jack

The attack... Didn't come.

For some reason, the Beasts just did not invade that night. By about midnight, most of the survivors had gone to sleep while some of the more paranoid remained awake. Jack had a restless nap until about two hours ago when he awoke to find the sun rising. He half-expected to see Shady staring down at him, cock dripping with cum and a salty taste on his lips.

But no... everything was peaceful...

"What the hell...?" he whispered to himself, puzzled.

The majority of the other survivors were still asleep with Monroe walking past barefoot on patrol. Jack nodded to him, giving him a quizzical look and the coach gestured for him to approach. Quietly as possible, Jack got up, stepped over a slumbering Craig and approached Monroe who peered out into the forest.

"They were out there," came the report. "I saw them. Heard them fucking. I think they were just trying to gauge our new defences or they couldn't come up with a way to breach them."

"That's either a good thing or a bad thing," Jack muttered bitterly. "We're going to get new Beasts tonight and that might just throw our defensive strategy out the window. Wish I knew what we were going up against."

"Don't we all..." Monroe sighed and headed towards the recreation room. "Listen, I'm going to grab some sleep. The Elimination Challenge will probably be at noon again."

That it would be...

Jack dreaded that most of all. So much so, in fact, that the fear of it gnawed a hole in his stomach that he desperately wanted to fill. He was down the stairs and in the kitchen, searching for a peach without really registering what he was doing. Those damn fruit were a great source of energy and he feared his body was going into some sort of withdrawal without them. He just hoped it wouldn't get any worse.

He was making breakfast and thinking of his sons in the process when the monitors sprang on and McManus appeared, smiling benignly as always.

"Good morning, survivors. Today is the Elimination Challenge. You will find the coordinates here. I will meet you there at eleven o'clock sharp. See you then!"

Eleven o'clock. The challenge didn't look too far, practically right on their doorstep. It wouldn't take them more than twenty minutes to get there. Plenty of time to eat, rest and then get back once the challenge was over. There should be enough time for a supply run as well. Good. They had to be prepared for anything this evening... especially since one of them might end up getting locked out.

He stared at the immunity bracelet and sighed. It would feel odd not having that safety net.

Breakfast was a light fare of spinach omelettes and milk. He was still wary about using the water especially since he had effectively shown Shady where it was. While he only got to know the salesman briefly, he knew the guy was a slimy bastard that could be counted on to use the most devious of tricks to win.

When they were done eating, Jack forewent a shower and waited patiently until it was time to head off. As they walked towards the challenge, he found Monroe and Craig flanking him. It felt odd not to have Dennis there as well but he noted how Dennis was rather attached to Weiss now. He felt like a proud father watching his son making friends.

Jack shook the thought from his head, quietly cursing himself for transposing his feelings of homesickness to someone completely unrelated.

At eleven o'clock on the dot, they arrived at the challenge location.

This time, McManus stood in front of a large stage where ten differently colours crossbows were primed and armed for fire. Across the field at about twenty metres away were ten mannequins each with hairstyles and drawn eyes that looked strangely like one of the survivors. They even got the builds right.

"Good morning, survivors," McManus said. "Welcome to today's elimination challenge. Before we begin, Jack..."

Knowing what that meant, Jack stepped forward and lifted his arm, allowing McManus to take the immunity bracelet from him.

"Now then," their 'host' continued, "in today's elimination challenge, each survivor is to arm themselves with a crossbow. On my mark you will each shoot at one of the dolls on the opposite end of this field. Each doll represents one of you. The doll that gets the most arrows embedded into him is eliminated. The first to be eliminated is, well, eliminated. There will be multiple rounds until only one person remains and that person is the one who gets this." McManus jingled the immunity bracelet. "Are we clear on the rules?"

Son-of-a-bitch!

This was an exercise of testing the relationships between each of the survivors! Psychological warfare at its best! It was either shoot someone and reveal your feelings about them or don't shoot and risk getting eliminated!

Jack looked from face to face, unable to see anyone he wanted to target. Not even the abrasive Duncan was someone he wanted to aim for. After preaching about sticking together, the game was already testing their relationships!

Furious but somehow keeping his cool, Jack stepped onto the stage and picked up the nearest crossbow. Everyone else did the same. Dennis looked rattled and Terry just looked lost. Poor kids. Jack lifted the bow and looked around, searching for a target.

Maybe he could be the noble guy and shoot himself? Or maybe purposefully miss?

"Ready!" McManus shouted. "Fire!"

Without thinking, Jack veered to the right and pulled the trigger.

Three bolts landed with a thwump directly on Duncan's mannequin. No other bolts hit though most tried. There was one that missed entirely though. It sat quivering right behind McManus' holographic form.

Jack turned to the other survivors, looking for the origin of the shot.

Vincent lowered his crossbow, eyeing McManus with his steely gaze.

Damn he was good.

"Duncan, it seems that you have been eliminated," McManus said. "It seems that tonight, you will be locked out of the Safe House."

The fireman laughed, stepping off the stage while spreading his arms wide, baring his chest to them all. "Be sure to take care of me, boys! I'll be sticking close unlike that asshole, Colin!"

He got a string of scowled and snarled for that.

Jack took a deep breath and lifted his crossbow.

"Ready? Fire!"

Another string of shots. Vincent shot at McManus again. Crossbow bolts went wide but two managed to strike one of the biggest mannequins, Craig's. Jack hadn't fired at him; he had actually been aiming at Weiss since he was sure the jock was pretty thick skinned and wouldn't take it personally. He wondered who fired at Craig but since none of the bolts were marked, it was hard to tell. Still, that revealed two people resented Craig...

Next rounds...

"Fire!"

Jack was stunned when a single bolt hit Dennis' mannequin. This time, he had caught Owen as being the perpetrator. What did the kid have against innocent Dennis, the crux of their defensive team?

Fire!

In that round, a bolt heading for Weiss went wide and struck the side of Jack's mannequin. That eliminated him from that round. Jack set down his crossbow and joined the eliminated.

After another four rounds, it was clear that those with big builds were easy targets. Terry, Monroe, Weiss and Father Macarthur were both taken out of the running leaving only Dennis, Vincent and Owen alone. Dennis was fumbling with his crossbow and looked like he was panicking. Owen had a ferocious stare that was clearly aimed at Dennis' mannequin. Vincent... just kept shooting at McManus. There was a pile of crossbow bolts behind their host.

"Fire!"

Vincent shot at McManus and -

Thwap!

Owen's mannequin shuddered from Dennis' very lucky shot.

"Fuck!" Owen shouted, tossing his crossbow down in fury.

That surprised everyone. Even the normally stoic Vincent lifted an eyebrow. The arts student stormed over to the rest of the survivors, arms crossed in anger. When Weiss tried to approach him, he gave the jock a withering stare that sent the much bigger man staggering back.

Jack chose to ignore them for the moment. His eyes went to Vincent and Owen. It was clear who would win... except, in this game, it was never the favourite.

Vincent shrugged at Owen as he reloaded his crossbow. Before Owen could even finish, he lifted his and fired.

"You win," the park ranger said, tossing his crossbow to the ground and striding off the stage, his mannequin shuddering with a bolt right between its eyes.

Jack couldn't help it...

"Damn..."

---

Day 12 2:00 PM - Monroe

The elimination challenge had been... interesting. Monroe hadn't really been aiming. He had been watching. He knew, for a fact, that Father MacArthur was one of the people who shot Duncan despite supposedly being one of his supporters. It was also MacArthur's bolt that had 'missed' Weiss and hit Jack's doll. To the untrained eye, it was an innocent mistake but Monroe has spent his youth studying football reels. He knew when a miss was just a 'miss' and when they were 'intentional mistakes'.

The coach's suspicions were starting to grow as he eyed the priest. The rest of the survivors had gone off to prepare the evening's defences especially since they were expecting a fresh batch of new Beasts this evening. Monroe and MacArthur had volunteered to go on the supply run.

"There they are," MacArthur exclaimed, his face brightening as they spied the three, large metal crates sitting in the middle of the forest. "Come on. Let's get these back before the Beasts arrive."

Monroe tried to heft one of the crates and was grateful for it not being too heavy. MacArthur picked up the other but the problem soon came with the last crate. The two men exchanged glances.

"I've got an idea," Monroe said. "We should -"

MacArthur held up his hand suddenly, turning abruptly to his right. "Did you hear that?"

"No. We should -"

The priest's eyes narrowed. "Colin? Colin, is that you?"

Gazing into the forest, Monroe could not see anything. "Come on, padre, let's get going. There's no saving that guy."

The priest gave him a sharp stare. "That may be your opinion but I am a man of the Lord. No one is above salvation."

"What about the assholes that turn people into genetic freaks, kidnap people from different timelines and mess with them for the sake of sick entertainment?"

MacArthur was unwavering. "The Lord has a plan and I would like to believe that we in some way, this all works to that."

"Yeah, okay, whatever. Why don't you go and 'save your lost lamb' over there? I'll wait right here. If you're not back in an hour, I'm taking what I can and leaving your sorry ass here."

Strangely, the priest gave him a warm smile. "Thank you, Monroe. I shall be back." Then, the priest was bolting off into the woods, shouting Colin's name.

The coach shook his head and slumped against the metal crates. He banged his head against the side slightly. He couldn't believe he just did that! After what Jack said, about them sticking together, he just let MacArthur go off alone in the woods with who knows what dangers! It was evident that there were already infectious plants out there. What else could there be?

With a grumble, Monroe conceded his mistake and straightened. He would have to chase after MacArthur, hopefully not getting lost in the process. Feeling naked by being barefoot and not having any weapons on him, Monroe hurried after the priest, shouting for the priest. He grew worried when he heard the sound of the ocean nearby.

Breaching the line of trees, he found himself on the coast. In the distance was what appeared to be a metallic structure sitting just on the beach. Jack had informed them on the eve of Colin's transformation that the coward had retreated into a Safe House on the beach. Was that where Colin and MacArthur were?

Monroe didn't get even a step towards the structure when a voice called out to him.

"Hey! It's you!"

He froze. That voice was all too familiar predominantly because it stirred something primal deep inside of him, something carnal. His balls churned and his cock swelled slightly. Every toe on his feet felt like it was pumped full off blood and hot coals were pressed against his soles. Monroe didn't even look around. He was bolting towards the beach...

Whump!

With a cry, he fell onto his stomach, a heavy weight on his back. He struggled as best as he could, only managing to spin around to rest on his back. Unfortunately, that caused a thick pair of furry balls to press against his nose.

He froze, looking up at Rush's big, smiling face.

"Feeling the urges yet, chief?" asked the big Sky Roo.

"Y - You can't hurt me!" Monroe stammered, turning his face away from the musky ball sack resting on his chin. "I - It's daytime! You're not allowed to attack me!"

He got a groan from that. "Dude, you should read the rules more clearly. We're not allowed to attack the Safe House. But the moment you're out here, you're in our territory. You're free game."

Suddenly, the Sky Roo rolled forward, his semi-erect cock sliding down Monroe's chest. Their torso pressed against one another, Monroe blushing slightly at the touch of his rather pronounced paunch against the Sky Roo's chiselled abdominals. Rush rested his elbows on Monroe's pecs, settling his head on his big paws and swinging his even bigger feet behind him playfully. The coach found it hard to breathe, the Beast was enormous!

"So... Feeling the urges yet? Been thinking about me?"

"No!" Monroe lied. "Get the fuck off me!" He tried to push Rush away but the Sky Roo just pressed a finger against his forehead, pushing his head back against the grass.

"Don't worry. I don't plan on fucking or sticking you in my cock. Just wanted to know what you're doing!"

He flashed an angry look at the Beast. "Like you care, you furry motherfucker!"

Rush rolled his eyes. "Look buddy, you can believe whatever you want but I'm going to be straight up with you, I was human too and even when we become Beasts, we're offered the chance to become human again."

"You are?" Monroe asked, stunned.

"Yup!" The Sky Roo leapt off Monroe, causing the coach to gasp. For a second, Monroe caught sight of those big feet and felt his loins stir. "If we can turn three guys into Beasts over multiple seasons, we get the chance to go back to our old lives, human and all that."

"So?"

"So," Rush replied, prancing towards a nearby tree. He plucked one of the tainted peaches from a vine. "There are some of us that have reached that requirement. We chose to stay here."

"What? Why?"

The Sky Roo turned towards him, chewing on the peach with the sweet juices running down his muzzle. "What's so good about being human!? Hell, what's so good about living back on that fucking planet!? Here, we're provided for, we're entertained and we're stronger than we ever were when we were human!" The Sky Roo flexed his right bicep, grinning broadly. "I mean, back when I was human, I was a fat ass like you! Now look at me!"

Monroe scowled and rose to his feet. "Let me guess, you got that body for nothing? You're doing nothing to maintain it, right? Feh... Lazy. You're just looking at the short term. You're just slaves to the Conglomerate! They keep you here with your perfect bodies and sexy big feet and pretend like you have a choice but really, you're just slaves to them!"

Rush scowled at him. "Oh yeah? You tell me right now if you think you'd be better off going back to where you came from as you are now instead of staying here with guys like me, ripped and with 'sexy big feet'."

"Of course I'd love to stay here!" Monroe barked, clutching the sides of his head in frustration. "Shit... I never even know I liked feet until now but this isn't living! You're just a fucking slave! And what about my team!?"

Again, the Sky Roo scowled. "What about them? Given a second's notice they'll throw you under the bus if they get a chance to escape. Did you even know there was a mole in your team?"

He spun back around to face the Sky Roo. "What?" That lie he had told Jack had just been that, a lie. But now here was a Beast telling him it was the truth. Unless Rush was just trying to trick him.

"Yeah. There's a mole. A guy who was place here in your team by the Conglomerate for the purposes of sabotaging you guys. If you think those assholes are worth saving, be my guest but otherwise, what's really waiting for you back home?" Rush took a step forward. "A wife?" Another step. "A kid?" One last step and they were nose to nose. "A boyfriend?"

Monroe couldn't hold the Sky Roo's gaze.

"Thought so," grunted Rush. He hiked his chin at the coach. "Tell you what, you've got ten seconds. If you can give me one good reason to keep your human shape, then I won't fuck you here and now. Otherwise, your ass is mine." The Roo's eyes narrowed. "One..."

One reason... What was a good reason...?

"Two..."

The kids he coached back at his high school job? What? Those ragtag bunch of slackers that couldn't win a championship trophy if their lives depended on it?

"Three..."

That special someone he's holding out for? Who was he kidding!? He was a fat, washed up quarterback from a failing football team that fell back on coaching because of bum knee.

"Four..."

Speaking of knees... It wasn't bothering him anymore. Ever since he had entered Rush's cock... he felt stronger than ever.

"Five..."

No! That was the Beast talking! The infection and the peaches! He had to fight! There had to be something... someone that could keep him human!

"Six..."

Kids? Maybe he could adopt?

"Seven..."

He was pulling on strings... Was there really no one, nothing that would prove that remaining human was worth it?

"Eight..."

In his desperation, he looked towards Rush and his surroundings, searching for inspiration. His eyes fell on the distant Safe House... The Safe House.

"Nine..."

Without warning, he spun back towards Rush, seized the sides of the kangaroo's head and pushed their lips together in one, passionate kiss. He pushed his tongue in a fumble into the roo's muzzle, not entirely sure how to kiss an anthropomorphic kangaroo. However, he had stopped Rush's countdown... and hastened his own.

He pulled away, staring into the startled Rush's features.

"I thought of a reason," he grunted. "Help me figure out who the mole is. After that, I'm all yours."

Rush's brow furrowed. "You're doing this for your team?"

Monroe nodded grimly. "I don't have a reason to remain human. Those guys back there" - he hiked a thumb in the general direction of their current Safe House - "they do. Jack has his two sons, Dennis, Weiss and Owen have their whole futures ahead of them. Hell, I bet even that asshole Duncan has someone waiting for him. I don't. Help me figure out who the mole is, help me save them and I'll stay here... with you."

For a second, the Sky Roo looked lost. He was blinking rapidly for a few seconds before a frown creased his features. "Strip."

"What? But -"

The Sky Roo's clawed paw seized Monroe's shoulder painfully. "I said strip or I'll fuckin' tear your pants off."

Apparently, sacrifice wasn't a good enough reason. Monroe remained stoic, however, unwilling to let himself fall prey to the Beast. Rush let out a feral growl and...

... and pressed their lips together, holding the back of Monroe's head in a surprisingly tender grip. His big paws glided over Monroe's rear, squeezing the jelly-like ass and slowly hooking the hem of his pants. Monroe tried to struggle but there was a primitive part of his body that wanted this so badly.

Before he knew what was happening, the world took a dizzying turn as the ground was snatched out from underneath him. He broke the kiss and nearly pissed himself. They were at least a hundred metres in the air with Rush holding him tightly.

"What the fuck!?"

"Stop struggling or I'll fucking drop you," growled Rush.

Monroe found himself gripping Rush tightly as they landed directly on the beach. Rush walked them over towards the shore and half-threw, half-pushed Monroe into the water. The coach instantly found himself soaked to the bone in warm, salty water. He spluttered a couple of times and wiped the seawater from his eyes. That gave Rush an opening.

The Sky Roo pounced on Monroe's feet, forcibly picking his left leg out of the rushing waters and wrapping his lips around the coach's big toe. Monroe let out a shudder and a soft moan as the long, flexible tongue slid between his toes and tickled the sensitive nerves there. With that big muzzle of his, Rush easily took hold of the upper half of Monroe's foot, idly sucking and running his tongue along all over its surface. The slight, tingling sensation and vacuum of Rush's muzzle gave Monroe ideas of what else the Sky Roo could suck.

Whatever protests he had died in his throat when Rush pulled up Monroe's other foot and began licking it lightly. His free paws massaged the left foot, mixing the twin pleasures of the sensual kneading of his soles with the erotic sucking of his toes. Monroe found his arms giving way as the heat in his feet began to mount. A soft moan left his lips when he felt his flesh and bones start to swell alongside the rising arousal in his soaked pants.

Rush abruptly left his feet and began slowly reaching up towards Monroe's pants. All resistance had vanished at this point and Monroe helped the Sky Roo remove his lower articles of clothing. The warm ocean water was surprisingly cool on his throbbing, hot member.

The Sky Roo's long tongue began stroking the hairs along Monroe's legs, sending waves of pleasure that matched the gentle ebb and flow of the ocean. With every stroke, that tongue drew closer and closer to its goal. Monroe, impatient for what was to come, seized his cock and began his own stroking, wildly panting.

When he felt Rush's lips against the base of his balls, he let out a moan. Even with Rush's muzzle half-buried in the ocean waters, the Sky Roo still managed to surface for one second to completely engulf Monroe's 7 inch prick. Monroe arched his back, letting out a rising moan as he thrust his hips into the Sky Roo's muzzle. His cock didn't even brush the back of the Beast's throat!

Rush's paws continued to run up and down Monroe's legs, their mere touch accelerating the growth that had started the day he had taken the coach into his cock. The thick rolls of flab that had built up over years of neglect, watching old reruns of mediocre plays and drinking beer reminiscing about 'good old days' began to bubble away, seemingly washed from Monroe's flesh by the waves. Slowly, hardened muscle began to surface past the rapidly tightening skin.

Monroe's cock jerked with every thrust of his him, squirting inhuman amounts of precum into the Sky Roo's muzzle. With every squirt, the rolls of fat that formed the coach's belly began to bubble away. Jelly-like arms lost its flabby skin and the lean muscle of yesteryear began to appear once more. Unused muscles began to harden and firm up just like they had been worked out non-stop since he was in his teen years.

The coach let out a heavy grunt, his voice dropping a few notes as his neck thickened, growing red with the rising blood all over his body and the thick veins pulsating against his taut flesh.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." he groaned, his thrusting rising rapidly, madly. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

Rush squeezed down on Monroe's cock with his muzzle and that triggered the flush of hot, male seed.

"FUCK YES!"

Monroe thrust his cock deep into the Sky Roo's throat, surprised when he caused the Beast to choke. Hot semen burst from his churning balls, slipped up the length of his 9 inch cock and exploded out of the tip like a wild fire hose. Monroe's entire body was wracked with spasms and his eyes rolled into the back of his head from the sheer force of the ejaculation.

His arms gave way and he fell beneath the waves with a loud splash.

The warm waters were cooling to him and for a second, he found the strength to run his hands up his stomach. There was still a belly there but even without flexing, he could feel the hard muscles there. His legs felt raw, pumped and full of strength. Was this what he was becoming...? Was it so bad...?

Then he realised he was underwater.

He gasped, only taking in more water into his lungs.

Suddenly, the rippling water's surface was broken by a long, brown muzzle that pressed itself against his lips. Fresh air pushed into his lips and then into his lungs, making him blink as Rush's eyes met his. Strong arms wrapped around his back. He was pulled from beneath the waves by those very same strong arms.

Blinking a couple of times, he stared at Rush's handsome features made even more devilishly rugged by the clumps of wet fur that hung around his face. Throwing away all inhibitions, Monroe threw himself into Rush's embrace, diving right into the Sky Roo's muzzle. He felt - more than heard - the Beast chuckle. With great hesitation, the Roo pushed him away.

"What...?" Monroe gasped.

"We made a deal, right?" Rush answered, a cute smile on his face. "I'll help you find the mole."

"But... You turned me..."

"You still look pretty human to me," the Sky Roo chuckled. "Trust me, every part of me wants to fuck your brains out but I'm a roo of my word." Rush carried Monroe in his arms towards the shore. Monroe felt a little bashful at being carried princess-style like this.

"Why turn me partially at all if we made a deal?"

"To remind you that you're mine now. No one will notice the changes unless they look really hard or see just how big your cock is. This will give you the time to look for the mole. That is, of course, unless you decide to say 'fuck it' and dive straight into my cock. I seem to recall we were interrupted last time."

Monroe couldn't help but laugh a little. He pushed away from Rush, staggering a little as he got used to his new frame.

Turning around, he gave Rush a smirk.

"Don't tempt me."