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Cataclysm Written by Trickster_D and Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Beardbear A steady, constant roar filled the air like the sound of the ocean: immense, inescapable and complete. It was almost peaceful, something someone could almost get used to - at least if the sound wasn't a constant reminder of the cataclysm. The sound was not terrestrial in nature. It did not come from any ocean or sea, nor anything mechanical. The never ending roar came from the skies, from the radiation and solar winds bombarding the atmosphere and dancing across the heavens in a never ending aurora of orange and red.

The start of the flares had been the end of human life as anyone knew it. Internet, radio, television; they had all been disrupted. People had been isolated and governments crumbled. Fighting over basic resources had become the only unifying theme across the continents, but that was nothing compared to the changes that came after... The shifters, the mutations. Some believed it was nature's last ditch effort to preserve some semblance of life on the planet, but others thought it was just one more bit of chaos heaped on the pile. Keif fervently believed it was the latter.

Stripes of sunlight penetrated the weathered roof of the old wooden shack, coming down on the dusty tables and the only occupant of the meagre structure. Keif was in his mid twenties now, his long and luxurious dark brown hair cascading down over his shoulders and half way down his back. His t-shirt had torn off sleeves and his wrists were wrapped with spike covered bracelets. The look that had stood out as a heavy metal enthusiast before now seemed par for the course for a survivalist.

Keif slowly lifted the battered cardboard square out of its shelter, his fingers parting the edge before they extracted their prize. Nestled inside was a near mint, unscratched, deep black vinyl disc. The surface was ribbed with rings of engravings, the physical representation of sound itself. Keif's green eyes surveyed the album with reverence that such antiquated technology was the only form of recorded music to survive the end of days. All one needed was a needle and an amplifier and music was reborn.

Fingers carefully traced the ridged surface of the album, allowing Keif to travel back in his mind to his younger days. He remembered head banging to the hard metal pounding out of his stereo, hanging out in the indie music shops... he remembered fast food and clean streets. Keif kept his eyes closed, living in the memory... until a deep and distant rumbling sounded from the horizon.

Keif slid the album back into its sleeve and carefully tucked it behind the table in the shack, moving to peer outside at the horizon. There were no storm clouds, there hadn't been in months... It had to be something else. As dust began to rise from the road, Keif realized it might just be someone else. He knew the wise thing would be to run and hide, to avoid any risk of bandits or mutants, but his curiosity was compelling him to remain, to at least catch a glimpse. What sort of person still had access to a vehicle after the world had ended?

****

The needle of the fuel gauge was getting lower and lower with every passing mile, and even though that was inevitable, Buck couldn't help but feeling a bit sad every time that happened: the fuel, in the post waves-world, was akin to liquid gold, something rare and precious... probably too much to be consumed by a Harley Davidson, but the biker couldn't care less: his motorcycle was the only thing left, the only spark of joy - albeit opaque and flickering - in a strange, dangerous and alien new world.

With a small sigh, Buck remembered his younger days, when he roamed the street of the old world with his biker gang, with a dream of freedom and happiness filling their heads... until the apocalypse had arrived, of course, showing Buck how futile and weak that vision was compared to the harshness of their new reality: half of his friends had died when the waves had come, while the others... Buck felt a shudder down his spine, under the sleeveless leather black jacket he was wearing. Whatever they were now, they would've probably preferred to have joined the other gang members in death, or at least that was the lone biker liked to think. He doubted the creatures his friends had mutated into still held any semblance of their humanity.

The road Buck was travelling on quite abruptly ended into a dusty open space, that was probably a big parking lot in the old world, before the rare, strange rains had eroded the paint from the asphalt. Buck slowed down and parked next to the rusty, destroyed carcass of a motor home, that looked like the decaying corpse of a mechanical whale. The biker, while getting off his ride, stared at the broken, empty windshield, looking at him pleadingly like a giant blind eye, and couldn't help to shiver once again.

Buck caressed the worn out leather of the seat of his Harley. "Hang in there, baby... We will found our place somewhere out there," he murmured, even though the lie was crystal clear to his own ears. The man, quite big and muscled with just the hint of body fat, fixed the black bandanna that kept his messy red hair in check, his piercing blue eyes looking around over his short, summarily trimmed beard. "I wonder if anyone's around..." he said to himself.

The surroundings were silent, abandoned save for the faint hum of the radioactive aurora dancing across the skies. Buck's eyes surveyed the surroundings, nearly classifying the area as empty until he caught a shifting shadow near the shack at the edge of the canyon. Someone was apparently still there, though wary of him. The biker lifted his hands, as if to show that he wasn't a threat.

"HEY!" he shouted as he walked closer to the small cabin, "I COME IN PEACE!" All while hoping that whoever lived there was still able to understand the English language.

"What do you want?!" Came back a shout. The voice was young, though still quite masculine. Letting out a small sigh of relief, the biker kept walking closer to the shack, still trying to look as unthreatening as possible... Something that, considering he was six feet three, with large shoulders and a naturally intense (bordering on piercing) look in his eyes, wasn't that easy.

"I just... Want some fuel for my ride. Do you know where I can find some?" he asked, his voice rough and a bit hoarse from the long ride on the empty, dusty roads. "I'm sure I can repay you, in some way!" he quickly added. In the new world, no one did things for free, after all.

"Fuel?" The voice was still hesitant, though there was movement. The tall, lithe man emerged looking as if he had come from a heavy metal concert. He reached up and brushed his long, brown hair out of his eyes, "Like gas?" Buck nodded; he was grateful to see another human being, but tried not to show his joy too much.

"Yeah... It's for my bike. I know it may sound silly, but... It's the only thing that still keeps me sane. The only thing to remind me of how things were... before all this," the biker explained. He wondered why was he telling all that to a complete stranger, but after days of wandering around in complete solitude and listening only to the sound of his ride's engine, he desperately needed to talk.

"I get it, I mean... Most of us got anchors, right? Something to keep us in check? Maybe it's all that keeps us separated... from the others." Keif shrugged gently, moving a little closer, looking over at the bike before he grinned gently, "Reminds me a bit of Mad Max..." Buck let out a hearty laugh at the reference.

"Oh, man, I love those movies... Too bad they will never make the fourth one," he added, frowning in slight sadness. "Although, considering the quality of other remakes, is probably a good thing. Name's Buck, anyway. Nice to meet you," he said, holding out his hand.

"Oh, uh... Kief." The young man replied, reaching out to shake the biker's. It was the first hand he had shaken since the cataclysm, it felt a bit weird but rewarding at the same time. Still, survival was important. He had to be careful, "So... what do you have to trade, exactly?" Kief asked. The biker nodded at that.

"Well, it's quite simple: some of the more... infested zones still have sizeable amounts of food that no one can access. Well, almost no one," with his meaty thumb, he pointed at the Harley behind his shoulder. "Of course, doing it alone is quite risky, but if one of us waits on the bike, ready to go, while the other gathers all the food he can grab in the meantime... Not to mention that with a bike we'd be able to carry much more stuff than by feet. And since you probably wouldn't trust me blindly - and I'm not blaming you for that - I'll be the one to go and get the food while you wait on my bike." Buck turned around and caressed the steely side of his traveling companion. "Do you know how to ride one, Kief? Just in case, y'know."

"Nah, I was too young to learn how to drive... I mean, when the world... changed." Kief said.

"I see..." Buck furrowed and lowered his eyes. "Well, we should probably think of something else, then. Unless you decide to trust me enough, of course... But as I said, I wouldn't think any less of you if you don't. This world we live in, it's..." the man sighed, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"I don't know about any of that, but... If you can get me some food, I can show you where there's some fuel left. An even swap. If that works out, we can go from there." Kief said.

"Sounds fair," Buck nodded. He opened one of the big, leathery packs hanging on the sides of his bike and started piling up cans of corned beef, tuna and peaches in syrup in front of Kief's feet. "Consider these an advance payment," he said. "But if we can get together in one of the more dangerous zones, I'm sure we'll be able to get way more." His blue eyes looked up at the younger metalhead. "So? Do we have a deal?"

"Sounds like a way to spend an afternoon." Kief shrugged, giving a meek grin.

****

The growl of the motorcycle sounded over the plains, accompanied by the rising plume of dust. What had taken Keif a perilous day's walk had been mastered in short order by access to a motorcycle, though the young man still felt a bit odd sitting on the back, holding onto Buck so he didn't fall off. What had once been lush green fields of grass had decayed to rock and dirt after the end of the world, but in the distance was a small convenient store sitting out in the middle of nowhere. It didn't seem like a promising lead on the surface.

"Are you sure there's going to be gas there?" Buck asked, screaming above the rumble of the bike engine. His eyes were staring at the needle of the fuel gauge with growing concern. "I don't see any tank..." The question was met with a bit of a smirk on Kief's face.

"Do you think it'd still be here if it was advertised like that?" Kief shouted into Buck's ear, "Just pull over behind the shop." Kief indicated; Buck nodded at that: even though he was younger than him of at least seven or eight years, the metalhead looked like he knew what he was doing. The biker followed his instructions and parked just behind the small building.

"So they did... hide the tanks or something?" he made an educated guess while taking a look around. There didn't seem to be anyone else, either human or mutated... Although one could never be that sure: some of those bastards were sneaky and fast.

"If they did, it was probably early on. The store's been cleared out pretty much since day one, so not many scavengers come through..." Kief said, relieved to be able to talk at normal volume. He carefully slid off the bike and began walking across the wide open space, "But this used to be the last chance to get gas before a long ass drive to Nevada. There were lanes and lanes of fueling stations, which in turn means a hell of a lot of tanks beneath the ground." Kief explained before he crouched down and ran his fingers through the dirt. After some working, he revealed the small metal disc that covered one of the tanks for refilling. Buck's eyes sparkled in excitement as his hand came down and patted Kief's shoulder.

"You really know your stuff, kid!" he exclaimed in sincere appreciation. "No wonder you managed to survive by yourself here! At first you didn't look like the part - no offence - but you're really badass!"

"I don't know about that... Just a good memory I guess." Kief shrugged, "So from here you should be able to get enough gas to get lots of food." The biker's brow furrowed under his bandanna.

"You mean we should be able to get lots of food, right?" he said in a serious tone. "'cause you know, you helped me and stuff... And by the way, it's good to have another human being around." Kief smiled a bit.

"I hoped so, I just didn't know if you'd hold up your end once you had what you needed." Kief admitted. Buck grinned at that.

"Hey, I might be a Hell's angel, but that doesn't mean I'm not honorable. I'll stick around until you want me to go away! Not that I have another place to go..." the spark in his blue eyes immediately got dim, and the big man lowered his gaze before sighing.

"I... Is that something that happened before?" Kief asked with mounting concern. Buck looked at him and managed to produce a small, uncertain smile.

"Yeah, before... All the mess happened." The biker shook his head. "Well, the past's the past, right? No point crying over it."

"Why cry when we can ride, right?" Kief asked, trying to be encouraging. Buck ruffled his long hair in a big brother-kind of way.

"That's the spirit! Now come on, help me refuel my baby here, then we can go and find some supplies. Hell, we could even have a party tonight if we manage to find some booze!"

"Booze is even harder to find than gas I think, but we'll see what we can do. So... uh, how do we gas up without pumps?" Kief asked. Buck beamed him another grin.

"Don't worry about that! I have that covered." The biker again started rummaging inside one of his huge leather bags and took out a bright green hose that before the apocalypse was probably resting into someone's garden. "It's not the most convenient method ever, but you know what they say, when life gives you lemons, or in this case fuel..."

Kief watched as Buck got down on the ground and opened up the cover to the gas tank before. The hose seemed to have been modified a bit with something in the middle that looked vaguely like a turkey baster plug. Buck fed the hose down into the hole until he was reasonably certain he'd found the fuel level and he brought the other end over to the bike, keeping the end of the hose barely in the gap of the fuel tank. Once everything was ready, he returned to the middle and started to hand squeeze the manual pump.

"Ideally when siphoning gas you want the source to be higher than the destination so gravity can help you out, but that's not going to work in every situation... so sometimes you just gotta do the grunt work." Buck explained. Kief watched in amazement. He hadn't associated with many people since the fall, but it was always interesting to see how people adapted. Acapella music instead of big electronic productions, repurposing equipment to use by hand. It was all fascinating.

After several long minutes of pumping, the hose sputtered and coughed before the golden brown liquid began to pour into the motorcycle's tank, while the air bubbles filtered off to the sides. "See? It's working!" Buck exclaimed. "Of course, it takes time and I can't do it in the more dangerous areas or I'd get attacked by a swarm of mutated fuckers, but..." He shrugged.

"Well, what if we set up base camp somewhere near here, and just sort of fan out looking for supplies?" Kief asked. Buck looked around again and nodded.

"Seems safe enough. Want some help in bringing here your stuff from that shack?"

"Oh, like... set up right here?" Kief considered, "I don't have much, though it's... Well, mainly a victrola." Buck nodded.

"Well, the shop looks big enough for the both of us, and we have a veritable reserve of fuel right under our feet... Seems like the perfect place to, you know... Settle in," the man murmured in an almost melancholic tone. "So, do we have a deal?"

"Sure, we got a deal." Kief said, offering his hand to Buck again. The biker gave him a huge smile, and instead of shaking his hands he grabbed the young metalhead and hugged him.

"Great!" he exclaimed in relief. When he realized what he had just done, though, he immediately let Kief go and cleared his throat. "Um, sorry for that. It's been a while since I've been around another human, y'know."

"Well I guess that changes now." Kief smirked.

**** A gentle wind swirled across the ground, traveling far beneath the dancing aurora. In many places it blew dust around, but as it dipped down into the valley it began to ruffle leaves of spinach that had been neglected since the fall. The plants were a bit withered but struggling to hold on. The wind continued to filter through the field, blowing across everything, reaching even the strange foreigner in the field. Rising up above the spinach was another sort of plant. Its dark green leaves and main body were thicker, rubbery and covered with fine spines like a succulent plant. It's blossom was a deep, rich violet color. It almost looked like a cross between an orchid and a cactus, a plant that had not existed before... and it wasn't alone. Dotted through the field were several more of the strange plant, but from a distance it was hardly noticeable.

The same wind whipped through Buck and Kief's hair as they came roaring down the road on the motorcycle, Kief's back covered by an empty hiking pack ready to be filled. The months had been relatively good to the two. They had managed to keep the fuel tanks a secret, they had found a variety of food sources and the bandits had stayed away. They had even met a few other groups of survivors and sold information about some of the less amazing resources they had found... but keeping that trade up required more exploration.

Kief's eyes scanned the horizon, spotting what they had been hoping for - greenhouses. Some were torn up by the weather, but others were intact... Normally a greenhouse without human intervention would fry the plants inside, cooking them and dehydrating them, but these were no ordinary greenhouses. They had boasted a zero emission based automation, one that relied on local groundwater to keep the plants alive. It was a long shot, but a chance all the same.

Buck pulled over the bike and got off of it, staring at the greenhouses with wonder. "It's a miracle no asshole destroyed these..." he said. "Let's just hope no strange mutation has grown in there in the meantime." He looked at Kief with eyes filled with affection. "Great thinking as always, anyway! If this works, we'll never have to worry about unhealthy canned food anymore!"

Kief simply grinned at that and got off, stretching a bit. He brushed his long hair off his shoulder and let it fall to the middle of his back. He began walking down the last bit of road, his shoes crunching through a tissue paper thin crystalline coating that seemed to grow thicker the deeper into the valley they headed. Over head, the aurora seemed to be brighter and more lush with color than before. Buck followed his younger companion, although his stare kept darting around nervously.

"Things look... Awfully colorful here," the biker murmured. "Do you think it's safe here, Kief? Maybe that's why the greenhouses are still intact..." One of his boots squished something that oozed a bluish green pus. "Eeeew, disgusting."

"Well, I mean... It can't be too bad or this place would be cooked, sterile. Has to be safe enough for life to hold on, right?" Kief asked, venturing on deeper. The small spined plant by Buck's boot seemed to wither and decay with its gooey bluish green innards squished out. The biker ruffled Kief's hair.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right!" he exclaimed. "You're the smart one, after all... Damn, I would've probably be dead months ago if it wasn't for you!" Thanks to the time spent together, Buck had started to feel for Kief something that could be compared to the love he would've felt for a younger brother, if he had ever had one: even though he was way younger than him, Kief was tough as nails, and deserved every ounce of respect Buck felt for him.

As Buck ventured deeper into the valley, it felt as though the temperature was rising... but rather than sapping his strength like usual, his muscles almost felt reinvigorated and refreshed. The fatigue and weariness of such a long bike ride was wearing off. He felt loose and limber, a strange euphoria washing over his body. The man even started whistling, and then even producing some vaguely tribal-sounding rhythm by patting on his thighs with his meaty hands; the song was naturally flowing from his mouth and to his fingers, even though it wasn't a tune Buck had ever heard before.

"You know what, Kief? I like this place. Makes me feel great!" he said, patting the young man on the shoulder; for some reason - probably because of the happiness he was feeling - he felt oddly touchy-feely all of a sudden. "Maybe we could move here, if the greenhouses work. Make ourselves a new home."

"Trade sitting on gas to sitting on water? Could work... Might make us more of a target, but you're right. This whole place feels down to Earth, homey." Kief said, reaching up to scratch his cheek a bit as he reached the first greenhouse. He reached out and grabbed the heavy metal latch of the door and with some effort turned it, unaware of the small bits of hair growing out from his knuckles as he got it to release and opened it up.

What came from inside was a steady hiss, the hiss of water. A fine delicate spray came down across the plants inside. Many had over-grown their pots, trailing down the sides. Some had died out despite the automation, but most were doing fine. There were perennials, annuals, but most importantly there were food crops... Peas, beans, thyme, and more. Buck stared at the show in front of him wide-eyed.

"W-wow... I bet this is how Heaven looks like..." he murmured, before he grabbed Kief for his shoulders and looked at him straight in the eyes, a huge smile of joy on his bearded face. "You did it, Kief! You found the fucking garden of Eden!"

"Well let's see if we can find a spigot and fill up our water packs." Kief grinned, "I'll check this end." he suggested, moving around, a big grin on his face. Just smelling the water in the air had Buck's mouth watering and tingling, even throbbing a bit. His chin almost ached, but it still felt pretty good. Buck's lower jaw was pushing forward imperceptibly, his lips swelling just a bit.

Must be 'cause I'm so hungry... the biker thought, massaging his face. "Hey, Kief, anything I could do to help you?" The metalhead was eyeing around, trying to find anything useful; all of a sudden, his limbs were strangely warm, especially his legs: they were feeling hard and tingly, as if he had just run for a couple of miles. It wasn't unpleasant, though, just like the tickling on his face. Kief scratched his cheeks, and the skin under his nails seemed slightly tougher and more leathery than before.

"Just keep an eye out for a direct water source, and maybe something to snack on." Kief said, feeling excited even if it was hot and humid. In the distance there was a faint rumbling, the pitch so deep it was more felt than heard - like thunder in the days before the fall. Kief looked up a bit at that but soon dismissed it as nothing more than the sound of the wind blowing across the greenhouses.

Across the room, Buck's ears started to tingle, the cartilage saturated with the atmosphere of the valley. They began to shift and grow, rising up into points on the side of the biker's head. The change had lost its subtlety, becoming direct and clear evidence that they had entered a hot zone... a region unprotected from the effects of the radiation. Still unaware of the changes involving his features, the biker groaned.

"Damn, it's hot in here..." he grumbled. "Hope you don't mind, Kief..." Buck took off his leather vest, then his t-shirt, exposing his muscled body covered in a nice pelt of red hair. "Aaah, much better..." The man's hands started caressing the skin of his pecs and playing with his meaty nipples absent-mindedly. In his hands his nipples plumped and widened, growing heavier. New red hair was sprouting out across his collarbone, though the flesh beneath was changing as well. His freckles were darkening from copper to brown, but the flesh in between almost seemed to be tarnished with a greenish tinge setting in.

"Mmh..." the biker moaned softly. He was feeling horny, and for a moment thought about excusing himself and finding some quiet corner of the greenhouse were to relieve his newfound need.

In the meantime, even Kief was starting to feel hotter and hotter with every passing second. His scalp and face tingled as rivulets of sweat were running over his skin, and his legs felt strangely unstable and ached a bit, as if clumps of iron were stuck into his muscles. Kief reached out and grabbed onto one of the plant tables for support. He didn't feel bad exactly, but he did feel... heavy, dense, strange. Going through puberty he'd felt growing pains in his legs like the bones were fighting to expand, but now he felt an odd, dull, localized pressure like they were trying to compact.

"What's... what's this sound?" Buck suddenly asked, his new, pointed ears perked. One of his hands was caressing his groin area through the fabric of his pants with abandon, his lips forming a huge, crooked smile. "It sounds like... Like motorcycle engines! The bikes of my friends! Can you hear it, Kief?"

Kief was in his own world, his lips tight, his eyes unfocused. He stared into the distance as he started to grin. Someone must have left their stereo on, he could hear heavy metal music in the distance... Unfiltered, growing louder, all the acoustics. Kief threw his head back, his hair cascading down past his ass before he threw it forward, his mane flipping over his head. He grinned a wide, feral grin.

"Fuck yeah, been too long," he muttered, "They just don't make music like that anymore." he said. It was clear whatever was happening was affecting the men in different ways - and it was growing stronger. The green on Buck's meaty chest was spreading out, covering his pecs, slinking down his muscled abs. The red hair on his face was getting a bit thicker, but the most surprising came as two hard pinpoints began sliding up his upper lip. His lower canine teeth were growing at an extreme rate, pushing his other teeth aside as they thickened, rising up through the gap of his lips. The biker groaned, his already deep voice considerably lower.

"F-fuck... Sorry man, can't resist anymore..." Buck nearly ripped his pants from his legs, exposing his hot, throbbing dick. The man wrapped a hand sporting rapidly darkening nails and started masturbating with abandon, the sound of the motorcycles more and more intense with every passing second; he could feel his friends - those who had died and those who had changed - were getting nearer, coming to meet him again to show his the strange, dangerous wonders of that new world.

Buck's cock was like putty in his hands, stretching out longer and bloating wider, turning green as the skin became more pliable and stretchy. His balls seemed to sag from the heat, dropping lower... but soon his balls were plumping up, sending huge new waves of testosterone through his body.

Of course, whatever energy was changing Buck, it was affecting Kief with the same intensity but in a completely different way: the young metalhead's face hair went into overdrive, the sparse stubble growing and lengthening as if it too was affected by the sun filtering through the greenhouse. Thick, wiry hair pushed outside the skin of Kief's cheeks and chin - that now indeed looked more leathery and a couple shades darker - inch after inch: two, then four, then six... the more the stubble turned into a proper, virile beard, the more the metalhead felt better. He was still hot, and his limbs and now torso and abdomen tingled and throbbed, but the sensation of his beard sprouting and lengthening, of his manliness finally blooming was too good to be denied. Kief started caressing his beard, burying his fingers into it, tugging it, playing with the strands of thick, brown hair.

The combination of his long hair and dense beard turned Kief on beyond belief. He tore at his pants and fished out his cock, masturbating openly as well. He panted and grunted and sweat, his nose popping as it widened and became far less streamlined. One hand continued to play with his beard even as his other remained on his cock... but his hair was reaching lower and lower with every moment - not because it was growing, but because his torso was shrinking.

Across the room, Buck was feeling his pants digging into his waist. While Kief was compacting, the biker was expanding. His shoulders had broadened, his arms had thickened. So too had his waist. The green dominated most of his lower body but as it spread up his throat, more red stubble grew out in rough patches. His skin toughened like leather and the tusks rising up from either side of his mouth had climbed as high as his nose, a nose that was tilting up just a bit in an almost pig like fashion. The biker bent over a bit, the muscles of his back inflating a bit under the greenish skin before they too were getting covered by a soft pelt of bright red hair; on his mutated face, a big dopey smile appeared as he looked his engorged dick starting to spurt dense, greenish precum all over the greenhouse floor.

Kief, in the meantime, was experiencing the workout of a lifetime: even though he was indeed getting shorter, his spine getting compressed and becoming stronger and denser, he wasn't losing one ounce of weight... If anything, he was getting larger, heavier and stockier. The point of his triangular beard had now passed the base of his neck, and the metalhead moaned in horny bliss as he felt his body being slowly conquered by dense, hard brown hair; as if they were tentacles, two twin trails of hair spiraled around his nipples, and at the same time Kief could feel his pecs - scrawny and non-descript - inflating and hardening, two virile, juicy slabs of pure muscle.

"Fu... Fuck, Buck... We..." Keif panted hard, forcing himself to look up, eyes widening at the sight of his friend mutating before his very eyes, "I guess we weren't careful." he muttered, feeling the changes wash over him. Buck somehow managed to find a moment of clarity, in hearing the voice of his friend; he looked down at his own drastically changed body, then at Kief's, and his brutish face darkened.

"S-shit..." he murmured. They weren't human anymore, that was sure... They were mutations, monsters, horrible wretched creatures... And yet, why did it feel so good? The green humanoid took a couple of uncertain, heavy steps towards his companion, his heavy cock leaving a trail of shiny pre behind. "B-but... Is it really... wrong?" he managed to ask, the sound of thousands of motorcycles filling his ears.

"Maybe it's what... we're supposed to do, to survive?" Kief muttered, reaching out to put his hand on Buck's stomach. Almost in response, Buck's abs seemed to flood with warm softness, the skin stretching slowly out over a growing and rounding stomach.

"Y-yeah..." Buck whispered in response, his meaty hands caressing his partner's arms. Kief could feel his biceps and triceps snapping and reforming almost painlessly several times per second, muscles bulging under his sun-leathered skin. "B-but surviving isn't... Isn't enough. I want to live... w-with you, Kief," the orc added, his fingers now petting and scratching the magnificence of the dwarf's beard. Kief moaned and even drooled a bit before he forced his eyes open again.

"You've always been so nice to me, so open, so kind..." Kief muttered, pressing into Buck's expanding belly, "How can I ever repay you?" He asked, reaching up to caress his partner's shorter beard. The orc smiled, his new tusks almost shining.

"There's no need to... You saved my life, Kief. You gave me company, a purpose, a new place that I can call home. We were... made for each other," he said, his voice deep and enticing. "I thought I saw a little brother in you, but now... Now I see a man. A real man... And a really hot, sexy man to boot." Kief leaned in for a sloppy, wet, uneven kiss, his lips sliding across the broad tusks before he pulled back.

"Do you know what I see, Buck?" Kief asked, running his fingers down through his own immense, long, thick beard that had grown all the way down to his waist. Buck pressed more closely, his green, fat dick sliding against the thick and rock-hard member of the dwarf.

"Why don't you tell me?" he replied in a sultry tone. Kief grinned at that and moved to nuzzle Buck's neck.

"I see a huge, fucking masculine orc... a mutant biker ready to face down any threat... and to take what he wants." Kief murmured, "A sexy, fat orc..." he added, grinning as he watched Buck continue to add on the pounds. His pectorals had grown, his arms had thickened, every part of him was getting bigger. The former biker caressed his now rotund belly and let out a blissful bellow: the sensation of being so massive was overwhelming.

"Yeah..." he murmured. "And I think I want the dwarf I see in front of me, now... So virile and muscular..." Kief had kept decreasing in size until eventually stopping at roughly half of his former height, maybe a couple of inches more... But his body had never been so in shape: he was built like a brick, with arms so powerful-looking they could've probably punched through a wall. Buck's sausage-like fingers went down, teasing and exploring Kief's furry ass until they found a strong ring of tight muscles.

Kief grunted at that and his nimble but strong fingers found Buck's erect green orc cock where he had left it out and resumed the hand job he had neglected to finish, stroking up and down the meat eagerly. Buck, ever gentle and kind despite the transformation he had gone through, licked the side of Kief's face tenderly with his long, saliva-coated warm tongue.

"What do you want to do for our first time together?" he asked with a whisper filled with horniness. "Do you want me to be on top? Wanna conquer my fat green ass? You showed me all this, Kief... It's only fair you're the one to decide."

"Really? You'd let this little dude conquer that mountain?" Kief asked, grinning, looking up at the orc before him with lust and need, though he shuddered a bit, "Dude, we should have done this so long ago..." The orc licked his dark green lips and smiled in reply.

"Well, you're a dwarf now... That's what dwarves do, right? Diggin' holes into mountains..." Buck turned around, exposing his twin ass cheeks, so round and big they looked like hills covered in luscious grass, and slapped one of them in quite the slutty gesture. "And yeah... Why the hell haven't we fucked each other when we were still humans?" he realized, frowning a bit. His new orc mind couldn't possibly comprehend why he hadn't tried to make a move on Kief until that moment... It seemed so silly and preposterous!

Kief, however, didn't hesitate a moment longer. In a blur of hair and muscle, he surged forward... but while Buck had been expecting cock, something else happened instead. The dwarf leaned down and began nuzzling into the huge, fat green ass. His beard brushed against the fat, wide cheeks and then his plump lips parted. A wide, broad tongue began to slide down the slope of the cheek, honing in on the tight ring, rounding around the musky depths. The orc shivered, his long tongue dripping an almost constant stream of drool all over the floor.

"O-oh, yeah... Taste my juicy orc butt, Kief..." With a small amount of surprise, he realized that the sound of motorcycle engines that had filled his ears during his change had toned down a bit, while also becoming more... tribal, in a way, as if the noise of bikes and that of heavy, leathery drums were mixing together in an endless cacophony of raw power. Kief was only spurned on by the affirmation and pressed his face deeper, making out with the orc pucker before him.

Kief plunged his tongue inside, waggling it about, sliding it back and forth. The experience was so raw, so animalistic. It felt so right. This was the ass that had saved him from isolation, that had given him a chance... and it was so fucking good. Kief made out with it, his face smashed tight, his breath hot as it blasted out of his broad dwarfish nose. Buck, his massive body crouched on the floor of the greenhouse, started thrusting back lazily, pushing his huge butt cheeks against Kief's face.

"You like my ass, huh?" he growled, his voice filled with lust, but also with happiness. He thought at the kid that loved music, that was so resourceful, that - even if he was scrawny - was so strong... It only felt right for him to display such strength on the outside too, now. "Why don't ya dig in, now?"

"Dmmm-imm?" Kief mumbled, his words lost into the green flesh his face was buried in. He continued to work his tongue back and forth avidly. Buck groaned, his dick dripping dense, creamy, almost gelatinous pre, the sound of the drums more intense than ever around him.

"F-fuck... Fuck me!" he half-moaned, half-roared, so much so that the closest glass panels vibrated. He wanted the dwarf inside him, he wanted them to be connected, to be together, to be as one. He wanted the closeness he had never achieved after the apocalypse, and nothing else.

Kief pulled back and licked his lips, looking like a furry beast. His eyes were ravenous and his lust unquenched. One hand hefted up his disproportionate cock and then be moved forward. Already lubed with saliva, the thick pole of a cock began plunging into Buck's eager ass without much restraint - though it was a lot thicker than the dwarf's tongue had been. The size of the cock, however, only contributed in giving more and more pleasure to the orc's body: Buck grabbed his own voluminous dick and started pumping with abandon, his hands getting drenched in musky precum.

"Oh, fuck... So good!" the biker screamed, showering the nearest raw of luscious plants with his saliva. He had fooled around with some of his mates before the apocalypse - although just to have fun, to try something different than the usual - but it had never been so good, so intense and so passionate. It was like Kief was fucking his whole body, and not just his ass.

Kief's powerful arms latched around Buck's huge body as he hoisted himself up - and soon his hips were moving like a jackhammer. The hard meaty dwarf cock slid in and out with blinding precision as Kief tilted his hips to maximize friction and pleasure both. He grunted and moaned, thrashing around just as the sprinklers over head popped on and began letting down a fine, cool mist of water across them both. Their muscled bodies glistened in the diffused sunlight as they went at it, the musk of their love making filling the air. Buck pushed his ass towards Kief rhythmically, encouraging him to dig deeper and deeper inside his body.

"I... love ya, Kief!" the biker orc roared, basking in the pleasure of the water falling over their bodies and the passion of their sex.

"I love you Buck!" Kief grunted back, pounding the huge man's ass with enough momentum to make his green balls swing back and forth, slapping against his legs. Kief felt electric, alive, powerful and masculine. It was intoxicating - and it was enough to push him over the edge. He moaned, groaned and then screamed as his cock churned thick cream deep into Buck's ass.

Feeling his insides getting filled by potent dwarf juice proved to be too much for the orc, and so Buck's girthy shaft throbbed before spraying stringy and dense green fluid all over his legs, chest and the floor. The orc's limb, despite being strong and trunk-like, gave up, and he fell into the pool of his own spunk where he lied panting and wheezing, enjoying the most intense afterglow he had ever experienced. Kief bit his lip gently, holding onto Buck, panting hard. Survival was about to be a whole lot different.

****

A deep and resonant growl sounded across the abandoned highway, spreading outward without fear or reservation. That much hadn't changed, but it seemed everything else had. Buck's motorcycle ran a lot lower to the ground with the huge orc riding it, but he seemed more suited than ever before. In a brown and gray landscape, his green skin was a beacon to the promise of a new life... and sitting on the back of the bike, his mane of hair whipping around in the wind, Kief looked more like a biker than he ever had before.

The two of them, after their unexpected and glorious transformation, had chosen the radioactive greenhouses as their new home, bringing their belongings there. It was the perfect place to live, especially now that they weren't plagued by the fear of mutating anymore: there was sun and water and food and peace... But the biker instinct was too powerful to be fought.

"What do you wanna do today, Kief?" the orc roared over the sound of his ride's engine, his blue eyes sparkling in excitement.

"I want to see what's out there, as long as it's with you." Kief said, leaning into Buck's massive shoulders, nuzzling them contentedly. The orc smiled, his tusks glinting in the daylight.

"You're such a sweetheart," he said in a loving tone. It was strange to think that they had to become something different from human in order to finally understand what kind of men they were; shaking his head slightly, Buck asked himself why he had been so afraid of letting the new world change him, why he had resisted so much... Why he had waited so long to accept such a bliss. Kief felt much the same way, an agreement forged in silence, but the future was so bright there was no need to doubt or regret. The motorcycle continued on, blazing a trail through the dust, traveling beneath the fiery skies... the skies that watched over a new form of humanity in infinite diversity. What had seemed like a cataclysm was truly the birth of a new age.