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The Party Moose

It usually gets a little too cold in Fairbanks Alaska to go camping any time past late summer unless you are amongst the hardest of the hardcore, but if you are willing to wait for just the right sunny break in the weather, you can usually take your friends, be a little sneaky, and end up as the only people at any given camp sight. For this reason, Craig and his requisite group of college friends would often scope out a sight for a weekend, haul out their tents, buy a keg, and go to revel in a place where even the loudest music and shouting would not attract unwanted attention.

The Alaskan wilds were not as uninhabitable as the rest of the country might think. There were a few things to watch out for but aside from the rules of stay away from anything bigger than yourself, there was not much to worry over. The winter just got to cold for anything that was scaly and venomous to inhabit these parts, so really it was a pretty nice place.

One of the cool things about this camp was the fact that, some time in the past, an anonymous settler, or perhaps old Johnny Appleseed himself had come though and planted apple trees all over the place, there were hundreds, if not thousands of them just growing all wild, and this was the time of the year where they were just a little too ripe. If you didn't pick them they'd just get overripe and start to ferment on the stem. The mushy fruits tasted terrible, but the local herd of moose seemed to love them. Usually, the rule of thumb was to stay the fuck away from the moose as they easily stood taller than an average man at the shoulder, but after they'd gotten into the apples, some would stumble around the campgrounds, and if you were there to see it, some would walk right up and just stare at you with their drunken round black eyes.

Admittedly, Craig and his coven would often take advantage of the temporarily amiable animals and have some fun. There was nothing more hilarious than seeing a drunk moose with a pair of boxers hanging from its horns, stumbling through the camp with "Party Moose" scribbled on a post it stuck to its side. Other than the occasional pile of moose shit that had to be avoided, it was a peaceful union of man and beast in the revelry that came with the harvest season.

After a particularly well imbibed night of beer pong and laughter (the party moose had wandered though and Jack actually lost a cup to it due to an unlucky antler ricochet) they wandered to their respective tents and thermal sleeping bags. As one might expect after a night filled with consumption, Craig soon found himself drawn out into the moonlit night to relieve himself, and after claiming a nearby tree, he felt a little thirsty. Mind you he'd had enough to drink, but felt that some water might be a decent idea that would possibly let him wake up the next day without the feeling of his brain trying to hammer out his eyeballs.

Walking down the gravel road toward the tap at the center of the camp grounds, near where the host would stay if they were still around, he looked up at the clear night sky as he shuffled unsteadily forwards with a grin on his face; nature sure was great. With a heavy bump, he ran into something smack in the middle of the path and fell back, hissing in delayed pain as he knocked the back of his head against the rough bark of an obstinate Douglass fir. As he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into the curious gaze of the party moose, that like him, had previously been watching the night sky, striped drawers hanging from one of its massive antlers. Craig giggled as the gigantic animal's head bent down and gave him a sniff, its massive snout bumping against him clumsily.

A drunken thought percolated in his mind as he considered the moose's asymmetrical adornments; if one pair of boxers on the regal tines was funny, two would be hilarious. Admittedly, when one is drunk enough to go to the remote spigot to get a drink of water when bottles of water were still well stocked back at camp, everything seems hilarious. Despite the chill in the air, and common sense, Craig, dropped his jeans, stepping out of them awkwardly as yanked off his shoes and tugged off his bright blue boxers. He hardly even noticed as the moose began to sniff up his leg, but it was fortunate that the thing bent its head down as the antlers were up further than he could reach.

As he tried to fasten his shorts around an antler, he felt something warm and slick lick past his thigh. Had this thing just licked him, or . . . Craig fell back again as the moose began lapping up his leg, the back of his sweatshirt tearing against the side of a tree as he toppled backwards in surprise. The moose was not deterred though, and he felt its hot breath close in between his legs. He drunkenly complained as he pushed at the moose's head, but it ignored his feeble shoves and huffed in toward the man's exposed crotch, its massive antlers trapping him between their myriad points.

Even as drunk as he was, Craig could tell something was off with the party moose, and he was about to try and wriggle away when the thing opened its cavernous maw wide and leaned in engulfing his member, balls and all, in a slick writhing embrace. "Oh god. Oh Jeeze," he panted, wanting to hit the stupid animal, but if it got the wrong idea with his tackle in its mouth . . . Maybe he was just salty. he hadn't showered in a couple of days, so that must be it. It would just leave soon. . .

Even while trying desperately to rationalize, he had to admit it felt good. The massive broad smooth tongue was sliding over his testes and around his hardening shaft even as the rubbery lips groped and pulled. He put his hands against the moose's head and tried to pull it away, but it was simply immovable. He could feel the thing's massive muscles under its thick bristly fur and smell its animal scent as it began to bob over him, sliding up and down with drunken irregularity as Craig's shaft hardened.

Leaning forward, he rested his face against the animal's huge forehead as it began to suck. Wrapping his arms around the gigantic head as his body twisted in bliss, his fingers combed through the hair of the loose dewlap of flesh under the animals chin. He laughed nervously as the skin shuddered and the moose gave a snort of pleasure, lapping harder at his crotch. It was like petting a cat or something. He could feel the wriggling mass of the thing's tongue stroking up his length as he let out a hiss of breath, head swimming in pleasure as he absentmindedly groped the loose musky flesh.

His world was swimming in drunken bliss as his balls felt strange, seething. Back going rigid as he grabbed onto the moose's huge rack of antlers, his cock ached and throbbed as he began to cum, violently jettisoning out streams of white seed into the hungrily slurping mouth, but it felt wrong; that needy feeling in the pit of his stomach rose as his balls began to swell, and his member pushed deeper into into the grunting moose's maw. Every last ounce of human seed was drained from Craig as his testes swelled into massive elliptical cervine orbs, dense brown fuzz sprouting on his sack as it was squeezed. As his member jerked, it swelled longer, tip gracefully dwindling down to a point while the base swelled slightly, sheath of soft jostling flesh forming at the base around the vivid fleshy animal member.

With a snort, the moose pulled back, shaking his massive rack as the man stared down at his now furry pendulous sack and massive spire of throbbing red maleness. His mind reeled, he had to be dreaming, but he wanted to see how real it felt to touch that throbbing length. Hissing in unrestrained bliss, his fingers slid along the moose spittle slicked surface of his new tapering member. It jerked and twitched as he stroked it, and he wanted more.

Massive cloven hooves stepping forward, the moose pressed in and lapped across the delirious man's face as he giggled. The broad musky tongue slathered all over Craig's head in a few laps, tussling up his hair even as it began to recede slightly and darken into a deep earthen brown. Opening his mouth, the man could taste the musk of the moose and the basic smell of his own seed as the massive tongue slowly pressed into his open maw. It took up all of the space in his mouth, plastering his tongue to the side as it writhed around in squelching musky slurps. Craig's teeth began to flatten as his lips grew loose and rubbery while his face started creaked out alarmingly, jaws widening.

Pulling back, the moose licked broad sticky strokes against his fellow drunkard's face, pulling it forward as it lengthened haltingly. It teased the man's nose, pulling the nostrils out longer and wider until fuzzy brown velvet engulfed the two animal slits that huffed in pleasure at the bulbous end of the man's forming muzzle. As the moose sucked on his ears with wet lewd slurps, Craig put a hand to his face, feeling his strange sensitive lips and huffing nostrils. He wasn't even off-put anymore, the alcoholic haze was making him take everything in stride, giggling as he thought about showing the guys that he had hung out with the party moose.

Lengthening with each nibbling pull, his ears twitched into long fuzzy adornments that flicked with need on top of his head. His body all felt so warm at this point, and his sweatshirt was getting uncomfortably tight. As he wriggled out of it, the moose stepped around him with its odd unsteady gait, and rubbed its massive head against his legs like some kind of amorous feline. Bulging with muscle, the man's legs swelled as his thighs bulked up and his calves creakingly condensed. The rubbery warm moose's lips played over the tittering man's toes, tickling them before taking the whole of the still human foot into its mouth.

As the moose thoughtfully ruminated, the man felt the thick tongue slurp around his foot as it began to lengthen with the tightening slurps. His toes felt like someone was massaging them harder and more wonderfully each second, and his new massive pole of throbbing maleness twitched and pulsed needfully as something cracked pleasurably and the moose pulled back.

His foot was now a massive broad cloven hoof at the end of a long brown furred joint that had once been his foot. This would look totally rad at a metal concert, he vaguely nodded his half muzzled head, wiggling the hoof as the moose began to suck at his other leg.

While the moose was sculpting his protege's legs, Craig's hands were wandering over his new changing body. No way this could be real, but what a wicked cool dream. As he his fingertips ran over his neck, he felt something strange, a soft furry patch of skin that made him grumble in pleasure as his hand brushed over it.

With both hands kneading, he groaned out a great bellow of pleasure as his neck grew a shaggy coat of fur, thickening with muscle as the skin loosened into a soft dewlap of jostling flesh that made his body write in pleasure as it expanded. As he rubbed, his fingers began to stiffen, nails growing dark and opaque, joints fusing as his arms lengthened. His thumbs tugged to the sides, becoming an immobile dew nub and his rubbing became clumsier but more and more desperately needy as his chest barreled out slightly, brown fur racing down from his great shaggy neck until it met the blaze racing up from his pendulous testes that clenched and jostled as his member bobbed freely in the cool night air. The musky moose's sucking maw pulled of of his other new hind leg, nibbling up his thigh as brown shaggy fur subsumed it.

Soon, his frantic rubbing was simply too hard to maintain with his wide cloven hooves, and his position was staring to feel awkward. With a halting rock forward, he landed on his new front hooves that just felt so right as they hit the ground and he lifted himself up with his strong haunches. The amorous animal nuzzled against his neck, teasing his dewlap as the man let out a gurgling growl of pleasure. His entire form was bulking up as soft and yet delightfully bristly fur began to spread up to his broadening back. Tossing his head Craig sniffed at the blue boxers on the massive rack of the thing's horns. And what nice horns they were, a broad powerful rack with myriad pointed tines and a rough deep masculine scent.

As his tongue lapped over the smooth burnished antlers it swelled in his mouth, becoming thick and wide as he nuzzled against the horn. His head felt funny, like he had some kind of non-painful sinus headache that throbbed and pulsed as fuzzy velvet covered nubs began to swell from the sides of his now massive furry head.

Soon the massive garment clad antlers pulled away as the moose waked around him, their bodies rubbed together as Craig realized with a cervine blush that the animal had a huge hard on, bobbing pink and needy below it as their flanks rubbed together. The sight made his mouth water and he was suddenly more aware of his own needy cock, brushing against the plush fur of his belly as it throbbed and his bulging testes churned.

The curious head of the drunken moose sniffed around his backside for a second before washing over his strong haunches with a broad warm tongue. Scraping down his lower back, the tongue lapped closer and closer to his ass before swirling around the outside of his anus with a rough animal flourish. The man had never felt anything like it, and he let out a surprised braying wheeze. His ass clenched and squeezed as the tongue slid teasingly over it, he couldn't help but lick his wide rubbery chops in pleasure.

With a tear-jerking shove, the moose slid its massive tongue forward, writhing with deft strokes. The man could feel the velvety muzzle press itself against his backside as the tongue slid maddeningly in and out of his rump. As he raised his ass up, bending his growing head down toward his new cloven hooves, something percolated just above that slurping tongue, a delicious pressure that felt fit to burst.

With a grinding scrape and then a crack, the wide hot tongue slid out of his clenching confines, drawing with it the first tufted nub of a tail that pushed out above his widening supple anus. Craig's member pulsed in time with those body wrenching laps that opened him wider, and made clear beads of pre drip from his pointed animalistic need onto the gravel below. With one last squelching shove the moose rammed into him, making the man's breath catch as the hot mass ground against something inside of him that made his cock twitch and jerk needfully.

His short raggedly furred tail stood straight up as he panted, feeling the hot mass of the tongue slide slowly out of him. Panting breath hanging in the air, he turned his broad head to the side, looking over his shoulder. Staring back at him was the party moose, head framed by massive antlers with their bizarre ornamentation. The man turned around, new hooves clopping against the ground awkwardly as he rest his muzzle against the moose's strong flanks and breathed in through flared velveteen nostrils. The heady musk of male moose caught in his mind, and his mouth salivated as the moose sniffed around his backside. At this point all that he wanted was more.

With a teasing nibble to Craig's new stubby tail, the great moose rested his snout on the once man's haunches and huffed as the man's lust and booze addled head bobbed enthusiastically. He braced himself as he felt the moose push himself up, chest sliding over his backside as his weight settled on the man's growing cervine frame. Craig shifted his braced stance wider as his ears twitched and he could hear the moose's heavy breathing in his ears. He could feel the furry sides of the moose's legs clench against his thighs as it began to rock forward, and the man bellowed in need as he felt something warm and slick press against his tight balls.

With a lurching forward buck, the tapered tip of the hot shaft spread him wide around it, causing a groan of delight as the man began to press back, their motions developing a wild ungainly rhythm, ramming their bodies together as the slick hot member slid further and further in with every shove. Craig could feel his insides needfully pull and tug at the hot and vivid pulsing rod as his own neglected member patted against his belly fur with each rocking shove.

The rubbery warm lips of the moose teased and nibbled over his ears and the nape of his neck as the heavy animal's breathing became quicker. With a body rocking shove the animal surged forward, making the man's eyes water as he felt the moose's heavy testes rock against his own, slapping with pleasured bumps as the legs grasped his haunches gripped tighter and the moose bellowed triumphantly, member jerking as it filled the man's insides with wave after wave of hot liquid cervine essence. The man's body writhed in pleasure, feeling every throbbing pulse within him as he pushed back against the hot and heavy body on top of him. The buds of his forming antlers swelled, pressure feeling intensely good as they grew into a half formed velvet covered rack. But he needed more, as the moose slid exaustedly off of him and he felt his anus clench after the hot rod of moose flesh, his own member still burned in need under him, matting his own fur with slick trails of need.

Groggily the moose stood, coming down from an endorphin high as the once man clopped around it, rubbing their broad flanks together as he passed. The moose's tail was there, standing up as if inviting the man. He could smell the deep earthy scent of virile bull moose and he shoved his velvet nose against the moose's dangling exhausted testes and took a deep breath, licking his chops as he felt them shudder. Tentatively at first, Craig's tongue lapped up at the ponderous furry orbs, the unyielding need rising up within his own clenching balls as he lapped further along, teasing the exposed flesh of the great animal's anus and grinning inwardly as the moose's tail stood straight up in pleasured surprise.

He lapped in long hard strokes with his broad fleshy hot tongue until he sank slowly into the tight hole of flesh, feeling it stretch and clench around him needily. Grinning as the moose shuddered, he had to lap in again, teasing the moose's slick and tight passage as it writhed around him needfully. With a rough huff of breath, Craig stepped back, licking his lips as he reared up on his hind legs, rear hooves sinking deeper into the gravel of the path as he pushed himself up, grunting as he felt his chest slide over the animal's strong sexy haunches.

His member bobbed wildly as he grasped the panting moose's thighs tightly with his forelegs, pulling himself further, gasping in shock as the pointed tip of his member brushed past dense tickling fur. The party moose bent his front legs down, raising his ass up for the changed man to abuse as he began rocking desperately, feeling his member slide up the downy fur of the party moose's inner thigh, bruising past the set of still most testes, and then glancing against the side of the moose's tight tail-hole before drawing back and slamming in, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench around him as he trumpeted in pleasure and the moose bellowed in bliss.

Bending his head down, the man huffed in at the thick fur on the moose's neck, feeling his own dewlap of jostling flesh slap against the fur as his cock sank deeper and deeper into those clenching confines. The air was filled with the wafting musk of bull moose as he clenched his thighs and felt the moose begin to push back against him, building up a counterpoint to his furious body rocking tempo. With each thrust Craig felt his balls clench tighter and the need build up inside him until it rose to an unstoppable force, desire for blissful release the only thing driving him.

The huffing moose swung its muscular neck back as the man forced himself further on top of him. Their antlers rattled, and then their muzzle's bumped together at just the same moment as the man rammed in up to the hilt and their churning testes collided with nerve wracking acuity. The moose lapped needfully into the man's muzzle as the man licked out into his; lips locking in a bestial kiss as their throat's gurgled in bliss. With every tense rocking shove their testes slapped together as the moose's re-hardened member began to leak wild bobbing strings of pre onto the gravel and dirt below as its ass was stretched amazingly wide while the hot member rammed into that perfect place, making the beast groan and writhe, anal passage clenching violently.

That was it, Craig's animal eyes dilated, muzzle pulling back from their sloppy kiss as his loose skin shivered and his tail stood straight up into the air. With a mighty bellow he rammed in to the moose, balls clenching as he felt lancing jolts of orgasmic pleasure well out, jerking through his body as he shot load after load of hot moose spunk into the clenching ass under him. The wildly squeezing passage grasped tighter as the moose roared out, its own balls going tight as its member squirted out pearly splatters of musty maleness onto the ground, ass constricting with every tortuous spurt. With every synchronized shock of clenching masculinity, the man's rack of antlers grew wider, developing waves of sharp points still covered in downy youthful velveteen.

They rocked together, fucking with a chain reaction of lust that drove them both to the pleasurably frayed edges of reality. Balls pressed firmly together, they both knew when the last churning squeezing jolt of sexual need was forced out between them, and the man slid groggily back, sliding out of the abused tail-hole and huffing as his broad hooves hit the ground. They were both pushed to the limits, and flanks to soft flanks they lowered their heads and dozed off into a blissful drunken respite, one moose with boxers hanging from his antlers, and the other with a rack covered in brown fuzz, both still feeling the delightful drunken reverberations of their spectacular joining.

Meanwhile at the camp, the cacophony of animal noises had woken up even the most trashed of the members of Craig's entourage, and with groaning smiles in their flashlight illuminated tents, they joked together: The Party Moose was On the Loose.