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Salt, Sea and Sand

By: Cimmaron Spirit

For: JamesFoxes on FA

**WARNING: Contains gay sex; oral sex; blow jobs; semi-non-concessional; transformation; cock, muscle and macro growth; hyperphallic individuals; excessive cum; cum inflation; and foxes and horses. If under 18 or you don't like anything I just mentioned, get yourselves begone! Otherwise, enjoy!**

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Saltwater, seaweed and a dozen other delectable and exotic aromas floated through Bryce's throbbing head as he slowly opened his eyes. He winced as the bright tropical sun burned into his retinas, temporarily blinding the soaked fox. He coughed and sputtered as bright sunlight tried to push through his eyelids. Bryce lifted a weary hand to shelter himself, but it did no good. He groaned, and rolled over, focusing on a distant tree to try to get his bearings

"Ow, my head," he groaned, before coughing and sputtering, feeling the bitter aftertaste of saltwater in his mouth.

Part of him thought he had passed out on a beach in the Bahamas after a night of heavy drinking and partying, like he had been doing for the past week of rest and relaxation. But the other part of him knew better. The red fox slowly turned his head to his left, catching sight of the virtually destroyed motorboat he had rented on a whim just a few hours, maybe a day before.

"God-damn it," Bryce muttered, flopping back into the wet sand.

The freak storm that no weatherman in his right man could have predicted overwhelmed Bryce's half-experienced attempts to stay on course, and soon the lone sailing fox was in the ocean with waves that reached mountainous peaks before crashing down with the force of a locomotive, and he was struggling to stay afloat in the tempest of a hurricane of a storm.

He must have passed out eventually, that much he knew. What he didn't know was how he ended up on an island, and where said island was.

Bryce slowly pushed himself up, and after the initial wave of dizziness, began to look himself over. His red and white fur was matted all over, and his jeans and tea shirt were soggy rags, the seams barely holding together. While he was sore all over, it was clear he hadn't broken any bones. He fished through his pockets, to find that his wallet, smartphone and anything else that might have been useful were gone. Bryce sighed, and slowly pushed himself up on his paws, before stretching and groaning, slumping over once he felt his back pop. Well, since he had no idea where it was and it looked like it was early morning, maybe it was time to go looking to see if he could find any help on the island, and maybe some food and water.

"Who knows," he said to himself, pushing a long strand of brown hair from his green eyes, "this might turn out to be a great story to share back at home."

As the fox walked away from the ruined boat and where he washed ashore, he didn't notice the huge, deep crescents that had been pressed into the sand around where he lay on the shore. Most of them dwarfed Bryce's own head, and could easily have been compared to dinner plates. Even that might have been too small for some of the large indents. However, the tide and waves on the beach, along with a light breeze, slowly erased the massive shapes from the sand.

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The sun was hot on Bryce's back and head, and his dry mouth screamed at him for something to drink. However, all the walking along what felt like miles and miles of white sand, a thin strip of earth between towering palm trees on his left and monstrous, bright blue ocean on the right, was starting to wear at him. His eyes began to sting from a combination of sand being blown in his eyes and the same sand blinding him from the bright sun. Bryce struggled forward, his legs cramping up from exhaustion and exercise. The bedraggled fox stumbled over a fallen log, when a flash of light seared through the pain and exhaustion, straight ahead of him.

Bryce tried to focus, and, though it was right ahead of him, he realized that he couldn't actually see what the sun was reflecting off of. Whatever it was, it had to be metal, something man made. That alone raised his spirits, and ignoring the pain in his legs, Bryce dashed forward, stumbling over the uneven beach as his mind raced. Was it a boat, the Coast Guard searching to find him? A floatplane, something a wealthy millionaire used to get to his private island? A hut for the cruise-ship excursions onto this jungle "paradise" of an island? The possibilities were limitless!

By the time Bryce got half way there, he slowed down as his heart began to sink. It... couldn't be, could it? A few steps further, Bryce stopped, and sank to his knees. It was.

"God damned stupid boat," Bryce croaked, seeing the wrecked boat that brought him to this cursed island. He shuffled forward a bit, before collapsing on the beach again, this time from exhaustion and tiredness. It was becoming clear he was stuck here, wherever here was.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Bryce groaned, before he passed out again.

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A shadow lurked just inside the tree line, watching the fox stumble around the island, their island. He knew it like the back his hands after years, a whole lifetime, living here. It was home, and now they had a guest.

He watched as the fox collapsed again, but when he didn't get up after a while, the shadow grew concerned. Had he fell asleep? Resigned himself to his new home? Died? The shadow sure hoped not. After all, this was a great place, after the initial culture shock of arrival.

The shadow stood up after a few moments and the fox did not move. He shook his head, and took a step out of the forest and directly into the mid-afternoon sun.

The bright ball of light in the sky graced the silent figure as it took a long, graceful step forward. Had the fox been awake, the sight that emerged would have simply mesmerized him.

It was a bipedal horse, a six and a half foot tall beast of a Clydesdale draft stallion, with grey and white fur clinging to his body. A long white mane cascaded from his head like a waterfall, and an equally long white tail shook and danced as the horse walked. White feathers graced his lower legs, hiding his massive hooves, and covered his lower arms, nearly hiding his thick fingers, each with a tiny hoof in place of a fingernail. Long triangular ears flicked and swiveled about, listening to everything like the radar dishes that they were.

But the grey and white fur did little to hide the body of the stallion. For lack of a better word, the stallion was ripped. No, not even that could justify the marble slabs of pectorals, the mountain that he would have called his neck and shoulders, the eight-pack abdomen, the legs that were as thick as tree trunks and the arms that the fox wouldn't have been able to wrap an arm around. Professional bodybuilders, those that make a living by looking as big, hulking and powerful as possible would have paled in comparison to the Herculean equine that strode over the beach toward the passed out fox. Had he been awake he would only have been able to gape and ogle the sexy beast of a horse.

But lower down on the awe-inspiring beefcake was a pair of genitals that could have been mistaken for volleyballs had they not been black and A thick, black sheathe that stuck out a good six inches from the rest of the body promised an equally enormous cock that was still hidden away, just waiting to spring out. But the stallion gave no indication of being interested in sex at the moment, so for now the horse meat remained hidden, a snake bidding it's time until it was coaxed out.

The stallion gently reached down and carefully picked up the unconscious fox, something that his imposing size and vast musculature gave no hint to, and he turned around and began walking back into the forest from whence he came.

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Bryce could feel warmth ooze through his body, relaxing his aches and pains as he felt himself sway back and forth. It was like he was on a hammock with a heat pad, and it felt so wonderful, so great after a long workout.

The fox's eyes slowly opened, and at first he couldn't focus on anything. Green and blue and brown and grey all blended together, making it impossible to discern anything. But Bryce's eyes began to focus, and soon he realized he was under some large trees. Not only that, but the trees were moving disappearing from sight after only a brief glimpse. As more senses returned, he realized he was floating, or more appropriately, being carried.

Bryce turned his head, and he realized he was staring at a thick arm, huge, pulsing veins that threatened to pop out from the grey fur coat that covered it all. He followed the arm upward, over the huge round shoulders and bulging traps and up at a huge head, with an even bigger muzzle...

"What the hell?" Bryce stammered, making the stallion carrying him pause in his steps, and then look down, his long nose a couple inches from the fox's face. The horse snorted, a wave of hot air flowing over Bryce's face.

"Well, I see that you're awake now," the horse said, his thick, deep voice dripping like honey into Bryce's ears.

"What... why... who...?" stammered Bryce, struggling to get out of the massive horse's grip. However, with the slightest flex of his enormous body, the stallion easily restrained Bryce, who continued to wiggle even as he was held to the hardened body.

"I found you floating on the ocean this morning, so I swam out and pulled you ashore," the horse explained, plodding along a narrow, but well-worn path. "Must have fallen victim to the Curse."

"Curse?" Bryce asked, his weak body at last giving up escaping.

"Yeah, whenever a lone sailor comes close to this island, a storm comes up and shipwrecks them here. Always a lone sailor, always unexpected," the stallion said.

"So, is that how you got here?" Bryce asked. The horse simply nodded.

"Is there anyone else here?" Once again, only a nod.

"Uh... do you have a name?"

"It's Julio," the horse said. "Picked it myself. What's yours?"

"Bryce" the fox said, before coughing, the taste of saltwater still in his mouth, even though he was perhaps as close to dehydration as you could get before croaking. "You wouldn't happen to have something to drink, would you?"

Julio slowed down, before stopping, bending down and leaning Bryce against a tree. "Yeah, I have something for you," he said, smirking and feeling his groin begin to stir. It had been a long day, and he hadn't been able to get off yet. Well, what better time than now?

Bryce grunted something that could have been agreement, and then tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths and tried to relax against the hard wood. But as he started to unwind, Bryce realized Julio was still standing there, grunting softly, an occasional moan slipping through. A wet "shlock" of flesh, and a rich, earthy musk filled the air, making the tired, parched fox's groin begin to stir, even though his mind knew he had more important to things to worry about.

Bryce at last opened his eyes to look at what was going on, and gasped at the sight of the tall equine playing with his half hard, black cock. The flattened cylinder of a dong was already at least a third of the horse's height long, and as thick as one of the many palm trees on the island, and more than enough of a match to go with the enormous wreaking balls of testicles he had. Clear preseed, shimmering in the forest-filtered sunlight like pearls, oozed out to form a rivulet, then a steady stream of the heady, male fluid, pouring over the thick veins that supplied the gargantuan shlong, and broad medial ring that was up way to high, to Bryce's thinking, to truly be the middle of a cock.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Bryce stuttered, in awe as the ebony shaft as it reached it full height, pulsing with each heartbeat.

"Getting... your... drink," Julio grunted, before letting go of his cock, allowing gravity to take it's course and flop down, the broad head drooling right in front of Bryce's face. He panted, sweat pouring down his face. "You got to...hurry though," the stallion grunted, scrunching his face up as if struggling to hold back a dam that was about to burst. "I've been... holding back... all day. Now..." Julio snorted, stamping a broad hoof on the ground and making dust rise up, "I got to..."

"You want me to suck your dick?" Bryce cried out. "But I need water, something to help me! And I don't..."

"This... will..." Julio started, but stopped mid thought and unleashed an earth-shattering whinny. Before Bryce could react, the muscle horse thrust his hips forward, the massive shaft slapping the fox's face. When Bryce opened his mouth in stunned surprise, Julio forcefully grabbed the fox's head, and tried to ram his cock as far as he could into the small, red and white furred muzzle, which wasn't very far. Bryce thought the thick cock had dislocated his jaw, straining to even let the thick, flaring tip pass his mouth.

And then Julio came. The first wave of hot horse cum flooded Bryce's mouth, making him gag even as he struggled to drink, though more flooded out of his mouth, over his lips and into the rags of clothes he wore. It was either that or drown in the burst pipe that was the horse's cock. The hot, bitter, salty taste made Bryce shiver in disgust: he had never been on the receiving end of oral before, hating the taste of his own spunk when he was 15 and sampled it out of adolescent curiosity.

But now, being forced to drink it, he allowed his body to kick into a rhythm, gulping as another wave of man milk flooded his mouth, swallowing in the momentary pause as the horse bucked, roughly pulling Bryce's face to try to force more of the cock into his mouth and to unload his straining balls. It seemed with each passing thrust, anther half an inch could be fit into Bryce's maw.

It was about the fifth or sixth such swallow that Bryce realized it wasn't so bad. In fact, he could taste a fruity under flavor: something like mangos and peaches mixed together. He reached up to help stroke the sensitive horseflesh, using his numb hands to urge more of the sweet taste out of the infinite tube. Bryce could feel his belly begin to bloat, the ache in his jaws from the sudden force, and the longer and older aches of hunger and thirst and tiredness be washed away in the white tsunami.

First one seam, then another began to give away of the old t-shirt that Bryce arrived in the island in, as the fox's stomach grew larger, first as if he was slightly overweight, then obese, then as if he was impossibly pregnant with a child or twins. A loud rip at last split the abused shirt in two, a bloated white belly with red furred edges taking its place. At this point the tap was running dry, but Bryce didn't care, his tongue now lapping at the sensitive flare that was still lodged in his maw, making Julio shudder and groan, digging his mini-hooves into Bryce's messy brown hair as he latched at his triangular ears.

At last Julio, panting and sweating heavily, was shooting blanks, his balls finally drained of all their produce. The muscular stallion stumbled back, his long cock pulling free of its place in Bryce's mouth, the last little bit of cum pouring onto the path, undergrowth and foliage that covered the forest floor. He took a few deep breaths, his massive chest pushing out, before exhaling, and he felt his spent member slowly retreat back to it's sheathe. Julio smiled in the afterglow of unleashing a day's worth of pent up blockage. He turned around to look at Bryce, and his smile faded almost as soon as he got it.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he muttered, leaning down to the fox "I... I'm so sorry Bryce. I got carried away. When you don't cum for a long time..."

"No... I-I'm fine," Bryce stammered, before belching, the waft of Julio's cum filling the air. "I just... feel weird."

Julio's eyes went wide. "Uh, like how weird?"

"I... fell numb all over. Fingers, nose, paws... everything."

The stallion groaned softly, before smacking his face his large hoof-tipped hand. "Fuck me, I'm a fucking idiot," Julio groaned, turning around and punching a tree in anger. His strength alone made the thick palm tree snap, and after a long moment it creaked and crashed to the groun. "I shouldn't have shoved my dick in your mouth."

"W-what do you mean?" Bryce asked, trying to stand up but his cum bloated stomach refused to cooperate, sloshing around and pinning the fox to the ground.

"Well... I, um... basically I'm turning you into a horse."

"What?" Bryce asked, though his voice might not have portrayed the shock and fear that his rational mind was going through.

Julio sighed. "Let's just say that I wasn't always like this. I was shipwrecked here a long time ago. I've lost count how many years. But I actually used to be a canine, a Golden Retriever. But, after being found by the Tribe, they converted me. Slowly at first: food prepared with their seed, hand-made stone dildos that worked it's way up to the largest man there, exercise with them watching over me. My body slowly changed, adapted to the others here. But no one had ever been so filled with seed like you just were. It was always done slow. That was what we were going to do at the village with you... but..."

"What's going to happen to meeeeeeEEEE!" Bryce gasped as a sudden pain wracked his entire body, making him go stiff. The fox gasped as he felt his bulging belly begin to gurgle, and quickly began to melt away. Bryce cried out as he felt his body shudder, converting the gallons of cum that had been pumped into him. His bones began to snap and reform, growing massive to support a truly massive body that neither of the two men would know how until it was over. His fur began to stretch out, and in places the long red and white fur was replaced with shorter brown fur, which soon began to take over the rest of his body. His muzzle broadened out, the cold back flesh vasnishing from his nose and allowing the nostrils to flare huge. His ears grew longer, as did his hair, which literally exploded from it's short and messy brown mop into black rivers of silk cascading down a rapidly shifting back. Above his rear, the long fluffy tail began to break apart, individual hairs also turning black, swishing about. His paws began to grow together, the claws growing both longer and wider and blending together, reducing the fox from four to two to one massive hoof, which dwarfed Julio's entire head.

What remained of Bryce's shirt, as well as his until now fully intact jeans, was soon shredded by a massive expansion of muscle as what was a lithe fox began to bulk out, as if someone was using an air pump on him to make him massive. Biceps, triceps, pectorals, abs and calves quickly dwarfed Julio's own, leaving the stallion in the dust. Julio could only gape as he tried to fathom the new muscle god, who quickly twice as tall as he was, and still growing. Boulders, bundles of trees, the wrecked boat that Bryce had came here in, all of it soon impossible to use to compare to the new horse. He snorted, a wave of hot air blowing over Julio, and he took a startled step back. The grey stallion was terrified of the creature in front of him, but part of him, the part that hadn't kicked the "flight" response yet, thought that the sight of a fox that just a few minutes ago easily fit into his own arms was now a towering giant horse was hot. His groin, even after having just cum within those few minutes, now sprung back to life, and Julio absentmindedly reached forward and grabbed his cock into his hands, stroking as he watched Bryce's transformation.

The former fox's head reached to the under side of the tallest palm trees, and kept creeping up. Bryce took an unsteady step, and nearly crushed the enthralled Julio, but the other horse didn't stop jacking his own cock. Bryce's own genitalia began to develop, his balls quickly growing so big that only if Julio curled up could he come close to comparing to one of them. The thick sheathe, now covered in the brown fur that covered the rest of his body, and just a while ago would have had a red rocket with a bulbous bulge of a knot at the base began to open up to reveal that the last of the red tip was fading away, being replaced by a black and pink molted gargantuan cock that continued to escape from it's confines. It wasn't anywhere near hard, but the flat head continued to drop further, feet of musky horsemeat reaching closer and closer to the ground that Bryce was steadily growing further and further up from.

Bryce grunted as he could feel blood rushing to his member, the huge pole fighting gravity and slowly lifting upward, thick veins pulsing and throbbing as it worked on erecting Bryce's pride. Pints of pre were liberally falling, splashing on the ground and on Julio, who shuddered as the purest essence of dominant, many stallion quickly flooded his senses. Bryce had finally stopped growing, his entire upper body well above even the tops of the tallest trees of the island, and he could see miles over the blue, blue ocean, with no other land in sight. He was massive now. So big, and powerful and... sexy. Bryce grinned. Yeah, he was bigger than anyone else on this island now. He was the epitome of equine masculinity and virility. He was a god.

A massive hand grabbed hold of the cock, fingers barely able to reach halfway around the pillar of manhood, and it began to stroke. Bryce snorted and nickered as he began to play with his sensitive cock, his other hand playing over his body: tweaking nipples, playing with his heavy, cum laden balls, fingering the tight tailstar between his perfectly sculpted bubble butt. He shifted his stance, pulverize part of the forest. His forest. It was all his now. He might just give the gift of his size to those worthy, those that could please him. It was all for him now. All of it.

Bryce clinched his teeth, both hands grabbing hold of his cock. The thoughts of his power, his greatness, his pleasure...

It was all too much. With a whiney that startled all the inhabitants on the island, the pendulous balls clinched, the gargantuan horsecock flared and a tidal wave of horse spunk burst from the tip, flooding half the island in one massive shot. Bryce kept thrusting his hips, letting out all his potent cum to drench and soak everyone and everything.

It was all his now, and he was claiming it as such. After all, no one would deny a god, right? Especially one as powerful and great as him!

Bryce....

He nickered heavily, feeling his balls drain as the shots grew weaker and smaller, until soon only a dribble came from the tap. Bryce nickered softly, and fell backwards in the afterglow, crushing those trees that weren't flooded in his seed.

Bryce...

That was for later now. If Bryce was going to be anything like Julio, he would have to drain his balls five, six times a day. But with enough worshippers, it would never go to waste.

Bryce...

That much he knew. He would never be lacking attention again. He smiled, looking up at the blue sky above him.

"Bryce!" a voice shouted off to the side, startling him from his daze.

"Wait... what?" Bryce said, looking around, realizing that he was back on the beach at his resort at the Bahamas. He lifted his hands to look at them, only to find red and white fur, along with black over his lower arms, along with sharp black claws.

"Bryce, what the hell were you doing?" the voice said, and he turned over to see his boyfriend Julio, a lean grey and white Palomino pony standing over him with crossed arms. He was shirtless, as were most of the men around here, though it didn't show off much other than a flat stomach and barely noticeable arms and chest. Years of jogging had kept him fit, but not as big as Bryce would have loved to see him...

"I... I..."

"You even managed to cream yourself. On a public beach. Good fucking job," the horse said, snorting in annoyance before tossing a towel at Bryce. "I at least hope you had a good daydream, Mister Horny Fox."

Bryce leaned his head back and sighed, before he wrapped the towel around his waist and stood up, smiling at his mate. "Oh, I had a good one," he replied, kissing the pony's cheek. "I think you would have liked it."

Julio rolled his eyes with a snort. "Let me guess, big muscle guys, hmm?"

Bryce stifled a laugh. "Well, can't deny what ain't wrong."

The two laughed, and walked up to the hotel only a short walk away.

"Say... would you want to go boating later?