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Disclaimer - The things in this story don't exist, but that might not stop them from bothering you. If blood, battle, sergals, and sexual transformation don't appeal, than I advise you stick to reality. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

A Fitting End

He had been right. It went against their clan's code, but someone had to act. Those Southerners had come with the autumn, bringing their huge hoofed beasts, moving prisons, and metal armor. They had managed to take men, even women and children back with them; sold into the terrible fate of slavery in the savage lands to the south. But the terrible Southerners had obviously never seen a true winter before.

With the early snows their heavy metal armor soon led to frostbite, and their animal's hooves sank in the drifts. They fled this harsh land, and most made it out, back to wherever they came from, but the five that had come sniveling to his village must have been abandoned. It was impossible to tell precisely why with their wretched slurred language. They had come seeking food and shelter, and had the audacity to ask it from those very people that they would hunt down like animals. But Belk would have none of it. Their laws forbade the killing of those seeking refuge, and to draw another man's blood while they didn't have a weapon in hand was a heinous crime. But the council refused to the men away, and the women were willing to stretch their food thin so that these barbarians might live.

Belk didn't even attempt to hide it. He cut them down like the swine they were, screaming out the names of those they had taken as he painted the snow with their steaming life's blood. He knew the punishment for breaking the codes, and so without waiting for the elders to pass judgment, he walked off into the endless whiteness, knowing the only place that was left for a man like him to go.

Having lived the life of a warrior, Belk planned to die like one too. There was the one place where none from the village dared venture, at the foot of the Broken Spire Mountain, where there was said to live a undefeatable beast that would challenge whoever dared set foot in its domain. Having been cast out of his life, Belk had decided to not die easily, but to go into death during the heat of combat and join his ancestors in the mead hall beneath the earth.

He clutched his axe in hand, teeth bared against the biting winds as he plowed through the drifts towards that waiting broken blackness that loomed in the distance despite the sporadic flurries of snow kicked up by the winds. The wrapped furs on his arms and legs kept the worst of the cold at bay, and he stayed warm by keeping constantly in motion, drawing ever closer to his final destination.

It was evening by the time he reached the forbidden lands, and the orange rays of the setting sun shone brightly off the piled drifts. The air blew from the mountain with the smell of pine and the earth; the smell of his home that those bastards had dared to defile. The home that he had already died to protect. There was a natural bowl shaped clearing, where the snow was only ankle deep, having blown and piled up around the edges. At the highest ridge was a dark cave, black mouth standing in contrast to the white landscape.

"Well!?" he shouted, deep voice shattering the silence. Staring up at the cave, the only fear that laid in Belk's heart was that this was all a myth, and he'd have to die slowly in the expanses. His eyes scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of movement as they tracked up the looming face of the mountain.

His fears were assuaged though as something stirred in the darkness, and came to stand in the mouth of the cave.

It was not quite a man, but not quite an animal either, standing slightly taller than belk on two strangely bent legs with splayed out toes as it stared down at him imperiously. The rays of the setting sun shone off of its white fur as its thick long tufted tail lashed around behind it. Even though it was a good twenty feet from the ground, the great beast lept, silently landing in a white explosion of snow that settled around it. In its spindly paw like hands it held a strange spear with a curved blade on each end, that it wielded with a fluid practiced ease.

The back of the thing's neck was covered in a thick mane of shaggy slate gray hair, that descended down its back, trailing over the top of its odd lizard-like tail. The creature's strange pointed head shook some of the snow that had settled on it off as those cold dark eyes looked towards him with steely appraisal for half a second before the beast lifted its weapon and dashed at him with inhuman speed, letting loose a bestial hiss.

It was all Belk could do to step back and raise his axe in time to deflect a hard thrust from the whirling end of the wicked two bladed weapon as it clashed against his own with a ring of steel. But even as his neck was saved, the other end darted down and glanced across his calf in a searing slash, causing blood to spatter from the shallow wound over his furs. He grinned manically as his blood boiled. Belk could feel that this was it, and the spirit of battle rose within him as he took the offensive, wheeling back and swinging his axe in a massive overhead chop aimed to split the beast's pointed head in two.

The creature was much too clever to be caught standing there though and darted to the side, lashing out with sharp claws to scrape across his cheek. Belk barely noticed as he took a hefty back-swing, forcing the strange creature to actually leap back over the blade, and land with one arm on the ground, the other holding its weapon poised above its head before it lept back towards him with a snarl. He could keep the beast's blade from taking his life directly, but for every blow he parried, another sliced along his skin, until his furs became sodden with his leaking crimson life's blood.

Realizing that he wouldn't be able to keep up at this rate, Belk let out a bellow as the beast aimed a sweeping cut at his legs. He raised a booted foot and stamped down at the passing blade, pinning it between the earth and his foot for a fraction of a second as his axe cleaved forward with a sudden surge of desperate power. The creature pulled back, but not quite fast enough as his axe bit deep into the flesh of its forearm, staining its light fur with its own carmine vitality.

A wicked grin split the things long triangular muzzle, revealing wicked teeth as it didn't miss a step, taking advantage of his overextended position to wrench back its blade, toppling Belk off balance before raking across his chest with a final backhanded swing that opened a long dripping gash across his breast as he finally sank to his knees, axe slipping from his fingers as he fell back into the snow with a grin on his face. He'd wounded the undefeatable beast: a worthy feat for a dead warrior.

He was surprised that the agile creature didn't finish him off right there. Perhaps it was just going to let him bleed out here in the snow; not that it really mattered at this point. His vision was blurring and he could barely feel the cold anymore, much less the pain. Belk could see the beast's long triangular muzzle get close to his face, wide dark eyes staring into his own as it lifted its wounded forearm up and pressed it against the gaping wound on his chest.

It burned.

His back arced up as their bloods mixed, and he snarled and sputtered. Didn't this beast have any respect for the dead? Belk could feel liquid fire course through his veins as the creature hissed and snarled as well, pulling its arm back and shaking it quickly. The deep wound he had left in the beast seemed much smaller now, almost lost behind all of that stained dense white fur as the creature leaned in and began to tear his sodden furs off from around his limbs, proceeding to shred through the leather ties and rip off his tanned leather shirt as well.

The sensation of the cold snow against his skin came back with sudden clarity as the heat pulsed in his chest. His eyelids fluttered open as he feebly reached up and felt at his sweltering skin. The mortal gash appeared to be mending itself under his fingertips, and all of his other shallow cuts had all closed, barely leaving a scar. Perhaps he was already dead? This was just his body passing under the earth to join his ancestors . . . but he didn't remember being buried . . .

Belk was pulled out of his considerations by strong clawed hands shredding up his leg coverings, yanking off the tanned hide in strips and jerking off his boots before ripping away his knitted undergarments. He reached his arms up to shoo the monster away from his corpse, but the beast grabbed his wrists and pulled him forward against its muzzle, tongue sliding into his mouth in a strange impromptu kiss.

He struggled as he felt the monster's strange fleshy forked tongue run past his gums, making his lips tingle as their numbness was replaced by a strange heightened acuity. The soft pillowy fur of the beast's chest pressed against his own smooth white skin as it let loose a low throaty rumble that shook his addled mind while that broad tongue ravished the insides of his mouth. The sensation of that fur rubbing against him felt stranger and stranger, seeming to double in plush intensity before the beast drew back, tongue licking across its chops with the strange bluish tinged fork at the end of its fleshy pink tongue as it stared down at him.

Eyes widening, Belk looked down at his own chest, letting out a surprised oath as he saw that the gaping wound was gone, but in its place was a thick splash of dense white animal fur not unlike the creature's own. This had to be some strange transition to the afterlife, and maybe this beast was his Valkyrie, but even then, he'd never heard of anything happening like this when when one died. Then again, he'd never met a dead man before.

Belk rubbed his hand through his new soft fur, surprised by the odd smooth sensation it produced. The monster reached in with its boney, but strangely nimble paw-hands stroking against the sides of his head as his vision focused on the thing's face. The alien features seemed to have a slight mischievous cant to them, like it had found something it had been searching for for a very long time. He shivered as the hands squeezed and kneaded at his ears roughly, stretching out the skin as it was covered in a velvety coating of light gray fuzz. They were both pulled up further to the sides of his head as he gritted his teeth, unsure if it hurt or just felt amazingly strange as his new longer and softer ears began to twitch and flicker.

Meanwhile the whiteness on his well muscled chest was beginning to spread, up across his shoulders and out around his neck, down toward his bared belly, covering them all and protecting them from the icy chill of the Northern winds. Not pausing, the strange creature ran its grasping hands down his arms, strong claw tipped fingers entwining with his own and squeezing in with a steely grip. He squeezed back, feeling the fiery warmth from his chest pulse out to the tips of his fingers as the bones creaked out longer and light fur raced back from his wrists and up his arms. His fingertips twitched as they grew small pads and his nails thickened and condensed into strong ivory claws while his heart pumped that fiery blood through his changing body.

As the fur raced up to his shoulders he could feel his muscles stretching out, becoming lithe and sinewy, gaining a tensile strength that he had only dreamed about before. Toward the top, the white fur darkened in to a cloudy gray that spilled out over the back of his neck and down his shoulder-blades, bushing up around his neck in a thick ruff of fur that was not unlike her own, even if it was a few shades lighter.

His mouth opened as he panted out, barely feeling the cold air at all now as his muscles began to stretch and change while his body was filled with a strange growing sense of rising pressured heat. The beast leaned its head in towards him again and gingerly nipped at his tongue, grasping the tip between its needle sharp teeth as its own fleshy organ flickered across its tip. Belk let out a strangled panicked cry. If he really was dead, certainly something like this shouldn't hurt. But in addition to the pain was another feeling, and a strange flavor. His tongue lengthened, pulled out longer and fleshier as the creature lapped at the tip over and over until it split into two distinct blue tinted tines. She let his squirming tongue go as she followed it back, leaning into a another passionate kiss as he felt a strange pulsing pressure building up in his sinuses.

His face pushed forward with a creak of bone and flesh, his lips stretching taut, skin darkening as his teeth began to sharpen, spacing themselves along his lengthening jaw as others pressed up through his fleshy pink gums. All the while the creature's tongue lashed and flickered over his changing palate, running over the ridges forming at the top of his mouth as his nose flattened out and his nostrils pulled to either side of his sharply forming muzzle. He could see his new face protruding into his vision as white fur rushed along it with a gray streak down the middle, and he tentatively pushed his fleshy thick tongue forward against the creature's own, tasting its lust as he groaned out in pleasure while their tined organs entwined.

Pulling back, the white furred beast stood up before the man, grinning with its sharpened teeth as it looked down at him. His back and torso were completely covered in dense fur, fluffy and white in the front and a steely gray down his back. Belk held his hands up as he looked down at his impossible new body in disbelief. He could still feel the cold of the snow against his legs, but everything else was so perfectly snug and his muscled form twitched with a strange animal readiness that made him clench and unclench his densely furred clawed hands repeatedly.

But his own body didn't surprise him nearly as much as the creatures own did. Looking up, Belk saw that the beast was not indeed the "it" he had thought it to be, but rather, a very strange "she." Between her legs there was a wet halting noise as a fleshy pink tapered tongue-like growth slowly pulled out from between her thighs and lifted up, revealing her femininity, steaming slightly in the cold air. He couldn't help but run his tongue across his thin black lips as his new nostrils huffed in her lusty female scent; an odd combination of cedar, ozone, and animal musk.

She roughly shoved his shoulders back into the snow as she turned, stepping over his prostrate form, tail waving about over his head as she lowered herself and sat heavily on his strong furry belly. Her hands reached down, rubbing past his hips, spreading the fire that was still coursing through his veins as thick shaggy fur burst into existence, mussed slightly where his hips met his legs. The plumed end of her tail coiled around his neck, teasing him as his mane of thick slate gray thickened and spread out over the snow under him.

She continued rubbing vigorously down his legs, and Belk could feel his bones creaking with an intense heat as his thighs condensed while his calves were stretched out longer as the white fur raced down to cover them. He felt something wet warm and smooth tease his stiffening member, running slowly up the side and teasing the tip as the fleshy hood of her vagina rubbed its glistening length along his sensitive flesh. Her feet were bent back under her, and he could see the odd splayed finger-like toes as her grasping paw-hands reached his ankles. He moved his arms up and ran his fingers in between her strangely arranged foot digits and was surprised as she let out an odd churring note of pleasure, tail pulling from around his neck and swishing around in the snow as he rubbed against the strange long padded toes.

The creature's hands grasped around his ankles, sliding down his feet as he could feel his bones crack and stretch, merge and condense into a longer strong length of his forming legs. Her paws grasped around his close set of inflexible human toes as they began to wriggle and writhe in short pleasured bursts, stretching out and grasping at her fingertips as heavy pads formed at the end of each swelling digit. Pillowy whiteness ran up between each of his forming toes as talon-like claws swelled at the ends, clacking against her own sharp nails in a way that sent pleasured shocks up his spine even as the warm tip of her prehensile protrusion traced around just under the head of his cock.

His breath steamed in the cold air as she slid her hips forwards, letting her moist labia grind against his member before she lifted herself up, tail brushing over his pointed panting face as she slowly lowered herself, engulfing his shaft in her molten hot writhing fleshy depths. He groaned out, surprised that his voice was now strangely harsh and guttural, but not caring as she rocked herself, pulling up and down along his maleness.

Belk's clawed hands grasped against her broad hips, combing through her dense fur as his toes all clenched and writhed with their new found spider-like flexibility. The bluish tip of his forked tongue lapped out at nothingness as he felt a boiling heat rise up inside of him. Something cracked underneath his backside and he lifted his hips, bucking with his strange legs. Her hands reached down, sliding between his thighs as she squeezed, teasing a new thick lump of flesh from his tailbone as there was another crack. The sensations made his body writhe against the powdery snow as his spine began to extend. The creature teased the growing flesh with strong grasping fingers even as her insides twisted around him with inhuman strength, her clitoral hood sliding down to coil around the base of his turgid member underneath her.

The muscular bottom of his forming tail was almost as thick as one of his thighs, and corded twisting muscle jerked under the stretching skin as soft dense white fur burst out around it. One of her diligent pawed hands grasped the tip of his new appendage, pulling it out with steady pressure as the other kneaded and squeezed around the wide base. He felt his developing muscles pull and twitch making the tail jerk and pull in her iron grip as it swelled out even longer while the beast continued to rock herself against him.

She pulled the tapered tip up to her massive mouth and nibbled on it, running her tongue down its sinewy length, little blue fork at the fleshy end split over the twitching tail tip as she began to slam her solid hips down faster, her own tail waving about in the air as Belk sucked in a cold breath through his sharp clenched teeth. A plume of shaggy whiteness burst into existence at the end of his tail as the beast let it slide from her hands, clawed fingers combing through the soft fur as it wagged side to side in the snow, making an odd little curved pattern on the ground.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, he could feel her searing insides clamp down around him in halting rhythmic contractions that drove him wild. Both of her clever hands traced up the thick sensitive base of his tail, across his fur obscured anus before she carefully grasped in with her warm paws, rubbing his clenched balls firmly between thumb and forefinger. Belk moaned and hissed out as she clamped tighter around him, palms pressing against his skin as her insides writhed and the glistening pink flesh above her pussy writhed in the air.

Belk's eyes widened, bright blue fading to a deep gray as his entire body arced, tail slapping against the ground, sending up little plumes of snow as he began to come. His member jerked as he loosed hot waves of warm seed within her deliciously monstrous insides that writhed and undulated around him with inhuman ferocity. As his balls clenched, she squeezed against them; hard, pushing them up against his body as he came with more force than he ever had before. She pressed in with insistent pressure, crushing his balls against him as his orgasm continued to unimagined heights as his testes were shoved back inside of him, nestled in his warm flesh.

The nature of his climax was changing, his member becoming impossibly hot as it not only jerked, but began to wetly twist and writhe as well. But more intense than that, was the feeling of her hands pinching at the flesh under his member, where his testicles once were. His breath came out in ragged pants every time she even brushed over the electrically sensitive flesh. She firmly kneaded the pink skin nestled in his white dense fur, stretching and pushing with amazing alacrity before taking one stiff finger and pressing against him as his flesh welled out into slick pink labial lips while her digit sank into his glistening pink sensitivity while his new forming female cleft squeezed and pulsed with freshly formed fervor around her.

Growling out, his forming torrid pussy walls clenched in as she stretched him out deeper, joining her first finger with another and stretching them apart inside of him while her other hand ran across his blossoming labia. His cock had ceased jerking, sensations becoming smoother and slicker as his member seemed to be wriggling with impossible flexibility inside of her tight snatch. The fingers running around his slick pink labia both slid up the outsides of the flesh, meeting at the top and pinching in at the fleshy peak of his new cleft, or was it the base of his prick? It was so hard to tell as she squeezed in and teased the sensitive skin, making his pointed ears stand up as sparks of pleasure shot through his body while she formed a small nub of incredibly sensitive flesh; the perfect clitoris to crown his leaking femininity while her fingers pumped and pulled inside of his tight clenching insides.

With a deep huff of hot breath, she let her weight settle before pulling herself up off of him, fingers slipping out of his moist snatch as her tail gracefully swayed and she turned around to face the man. Belk stared down at his crotch in amazed disbelief, jaw dropping at the writhing tentacle-like growth of pink flesh that rose, twisting of its own accord from atop his new female organ. This was what had become of his member? It seemed so alien, but also strangely alluring, so much so that his white furred boney hand reached forward to touch it almost automatically.

The strange tapering tongue-like protrusion wrapped around his fingertip. He could control it, but it was difficult, and it moved almost like it had a mind of its own. The beast smiled down at her protege: the one who had mixed blood with her on the field of battle as he squeezed his new pliant flesh and slid a finger down the wriggling spire, long tail shaking in surprised pleasure as he found the sensitive nub of his clitoris. It was like all of the nerves that had been in his cock were condensed down into one blazing little button of flesh, and he hissed in bliss as his fingers rubbed over it again and again.

Belk was just getting to his new slick pink labia when the beast took a step forward, gazing down at him suggestively as her own clitoral hood snaked about above her revealed cleft, beckoning him as he leaned in towards her crotch, sniffing in her robust and deeply pleasing aroma. His fingers slid around the the fleshy petals of his own crotch as he leaned in, tongue pressing out tentatively as the tip of his pointed muzzle bumped into her clit. She hissed and pulled his triangular head forward against her, writhing spire of flesh wrapping around the tip of his muzzle as his tongue squelched into her slick and molten hot passage.

Her hips rocked forwards, and his tail thumped against the snow covered ground as he lapped into her, slightly deeper every time. His fingers below him pressed against his taut flesh, sinking past the outer labia and pressing against the tight orifice inside of it, slowly stretching it out before he slid into himself, hot breath puffing against the glossy pink of her crotch as he panted.

The soft bluish tip of his two tined tongue squeezed into her as she contracted sharply around it in rhythmic undulations, his jaws opening wider as he pressed in deeper and deeper, girthier base stretching her wider around him as her clitoral hood wriggled and slid against his nose in tortuous ecstasy. All the while, his inexperienced fingers slid deeper into his own female passage, feeling himself clench and squeeze, pressing the strong digits together as he began to pump in and out of himself. The slick protrusion that had once been his member wrapped around his fingertips with needful insistence while he groaned.

Long toes clenching and white tufted tail lashing about in the snow, he increased his pace as she pulled him harder against her body. His entire new form ached for release, lust bubbling up in the pit of his svelte belly as he lapped out with wild abandon, ravishing her slick clenched folds as his muzzle ground against her clit. His own fingers pumped deeper inside of his slick leaking orifice as he tried to reach out and seize the tense throbbing desire packed within him.

Opening his mouth inhumanly wide, Belk surged forward one last desperate time as the beast's clenching walls tensed once, paused in a seemingly eternal caesura, before the whole of her muscled passage went wild, squeezing in short strong wrenching tugs all along the length of his tongue as her passage jerked and oozed out slick musky female lust. The fleshy slick protrusion crowning her vagina stood stiffly straight up, jerking this way and that as she reached the boiling point of her drawn out climax.

Contemporaneously, his fingers pistoned faster and faster into his slick tight fleshy tunnel before burying themselves inside himself and twitching around, stretching and wriggling until his pussy walls began to jerk, in short bursts at first, but then in body rocking mind shattering clenching waves that made his tail shake and his ears flicker about wildly. He closed his eyes, tongue pressing into her as waves of bliss shot through him and wet slick warmness seeped past his fingers and dripped down onto the base of his tail.

His first female orgasm seemed to go on forever as his lusty breath panted against her and his insides wildly spasmed and ground against his digits. Her own inner walls grasped around his tongue with vice-like insistence as he wetly pumped inside of her. But even with all this, it ended much too soon as the quaking cataclysmic pleasure faded into a warm toasty glow of spent lust.

He licked his chops with his long tongue as she helped him to his new amazingly stable legs, long toes splayed below him in the snow. The newly changed man saw the remnants of their battle, the bloody hides and axe that had fallen to the ground what seemed like ages ago. The warm mass of his protruding hood of pink flesh tucked itself tenderly inside of him, fitting in snugly as his entire body was insulated from the chill while the last rays of the sunset filtered through the silent trees.

She grabbed her strange two bladed weapon gracefully and walked towards her cave, looking back, inviting her recent lover to join her. He reached for his axe, but paused, leaving it in the snow as he followed his stoic new companion.

Belk died that day, but another warrior lived on: The only one who had ever managed to spill the blood of the beast that lived at the foot of the mountain.

From that day forward there were tails told of two fierce monsters in that place. They would fight each other at the base of the mountain with ruthless gleeful abandon, and you could hear their guttural cries if you listened on a cold winter evening. They sparred with inhuman celerity, reveling in battle as they awaited the day that they they found a new worthy challenger.