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By the Horns Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Makaio

Route 66 was a historical landmark. Just the name evoked mental pictures of the great American roadways, of freedom, of progress. The path cut through eight states and covered two and a half thousand miles... but in the middle of it all, it seemed like just another road to Corban. The young man was in his early twenties and his short buzzed blond hair was matched by a doughnut shaped goatee ringing his mouth. He had on denim overalls over a plaid shirt, though the New Mexico heat was making his choice of outfit a rather unfortunate one, though he'd gotten several reassuring nods and winks from truckers heading by that liked the extra meat on his bones.

Dust picked up around Corban's boots as he circled his car, checking it once more. No amount of pacing was going to change what had happened, though. Corban had been on the long ride home in his daddy's yellow ochre 70's truck, but when the air conditioning gave out after being on full blast, the sudden jump in temperature had cracked the radiator block and totaled out a number of other systems. The truck was dead on the road and there was nothing Corban could do about it.

The man paced around his vehicle again, going over it all again and again - but there was no changing fate. They'd have to send a rig for the truck, but Corban was out of time. He had to get back to California, and he had to do it in time to start the new term of school. Corban heaved a heavy sigh, looking at the road. Sand colored dirt stretched out in every direction, pock marked with scrub brush while low level mountains poked up in the distance. Even the famous route 66 was no more than a two lane, black and yellow asphalt stripe in the barren and desolate desert stretches. The only miracle was that society had advanced enough that there was a cell signal out in the middle of nowhere... and that Corban knew a guy.

Growing up in Utah, it wasn't entirely uncommon to come across members of the Shoshone Native American tribe. In fact, Corban's father had done quite a bit of business with some of the elders of the tribe. Even Corban's babysitter from those days had been a Shoshone teenager named Courage. This many years later, even setting out on his own, it was Courage that Corban turned to in his time of need. It took a great deal of time, hours had passed, but in the distance Corban finally saw hope.

The heat radiated off of the asphalt, rippling and waving, distorting the images in the distance... but as dust kicked up behind an oncoming car, the sight of the soul red corvette filled Corban with relief. Courage had been given that car when he was just fourteen years old and he was driving it well before he was allowed to have a license. This many years later, it was a great relief for Corban to see that some things never changed.

The Corvette slowed as it approached, eventually pulling over to the side of the road a few feet behind the totaled truck. The engine sputtered off, the wide door swung open and Courage stepped out. While he'd been in his teens to babysit a young Corban, time had continued its march onward and the Native American was now in his mid thirties. His black hair was long and rich, dropping down to his ass in straight, smooth lines. As always he was dressed in red flannel, blue jeans and had a big belt buckle depicting a bull on it. The only thing that really stood out was the unusual watch around his wrist that seemed to have magnetic hematite for the band.

"So I heard you need a ride." Courage smirked, looking at how much Corban had grown, though while he'd managed to remain thin himself, Courage was no stranger to stocky guys. Many members of his family survived on a constant infusion of sugary pop.

"I can't believe it... I mean, I thought the AC going out was going to be the worst of it, but it snowballed on me." Corban admitted. Courage nodded.

"You have to be careful in these parts, step the temperature down gradually. It's worse for older cars I think though, too." Courage admitted. Corban grimaced.

"That mean your Corvette's an oven?" Corban asked.

"It may be a bit hot, but it's your only way out of here. Besides, what are you doing, starting a road trip this close to the start of the term?" Courage asked, moving around to the back of Corban's truck. He pulled the tailgate down and started grabbing bags. Corban rushed over to help, grabbing everything he didn't want to leave behind.

"Well, you know me... I wait to the last minute." Corban said, blushing a bit.

"No, you wait past the last minute... You're the only fool I know crazy enough to wait to go anywhere until you're supposed to be there. I remember when you were a kid it was like grabbing the bull by the horns to get you ready on time." Courage chuckled, setting the bags down long enough to open the trunk on his car.

"I had a little more leeway this time, I was trying to be good. It's just the law of reversed effort that things went wrong." Corban said.

"If it were normal you'd be late and screwed too, but this way is better. I can see that swanky ass dorm of yours. Never been inside a dorm before." Courage murmured, sliding the bags into the trunk.

"Well, they say they're cracker boxes... cinder block prisons, but at least the tuition is cheap." Corban said. Courage took the next set of bags from Corban and piled them in before slamming the trunk.

"I'm sure they'll remind me of home." Courage smirked, "I'll take the first leg, then you can drive around nightfall." He commented.

"Oh, shifts... Yeah, that'll make the trip go a lot faster. Good idea. And thanks again for helping me." Corban said.

"It'll be a good way to catch up on everything that's happened to us... I bet we both have a lot to share." Courage said almost to himself as he got into the driver's seat of the Corvette. Corban scuttled around and climbed down into the passenger side and shut the door, barely able to buckle up before the car pulled back onto Route 66 and resumed its journey.

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"You're gay?!" The question cut the somewhat cool air in the Corvette as Corban stared at Courage. The native American smirked a bit at that, his eyes still directed toward the horizon.

"You don't have a problem with gay guys, do you Corban?" Courage asked. Corban started to blush furiously at that.

"No, I mean, it's... I never expected it from you. Isn't, like, having kids super important to your culture?" Corban asked. Courage sighed a bit.

"I guess, to a degree. I mean, to keep the tribes alive, to pass on our culture to the next generation, but you know my family. I've got almost a hundred cousins and seven siblings. We're almost to the point of having to marry out of tribe just to make sure we aren't related, at least on the reservation. If one of us is gay, it's not going to hurt too much. In fact, I was lucky. My family celebrated." Courage replied.

"Celebrated?" Corban parroted back. Courage nodded.

"They figured it out earlier than I did, I guess, but when I came out my dad, grandfather, brother, and grandmother organized a party. Not everyone on the reservation respected the idea, but they did and that's all that mattered." Courage replied. Corban was silent for a moment, feeling the heat of the setting sun come crashing through the windshield and across his arms.

"Did... you do any stuff... with dudes?" Corban asked finally. Courage's raven black eyebrow rose up at how awkwardly Corban had asked.

"Have you?" Courage asked. Corban nearly sputtered on the spot at that.

"I, well, but... Why would you even ask that?" Corban asked. Courage shrugged a bit, his hands never leaving the steering wheel.

"You seem like you'd make an alright cub to me. Could attract all sorts; chasers, big trucker daddies." Courage said.

"Fuck, Courage, I haven't told anyone out there I'm gay..." Corban murmured. Courage grinned at that.

"I fucking knew it, dude." Courage beamed, "I mean, fuck, you used to have My Little Ponies play with your glow worm toys - and I know for a fact you ain't got any sisters." Courage added, some of his less polished speech coming through.

"They got people called Bronies now, it's acceptable!" Corban shot back. Courage smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude, it's alright. I lived in secret a long time myself. Just had to come to grips with it all." Courage explained. He did have several more years under his belt to deal with it. Courage slowly started to grin though, "But dude... You're starting a new college - in California. You're going to be able to get laid hard core." Courage grinned.

"Wh... What do you mean?" Corban asked. Courage smirked.

"Well, I mean if you play it honest... Best time in your life to experiment, and they aren't so much on the hate crimes than they used to be." Courage said.

"Would you have come out earlier if you had a clean start somewhere?" Corban asked. Courage considered for a moment.

"Well, I had a clean start at Juvie but that's not the best place to try that out." Courage smirked, "And it isn't really the biggest secret I've had to keep over the years." Courage added, not daring to look at Corban. There it was, the seed he hoped would flower, the moment he'd been trying to work into the conversation. He had no idea how Corban would take it once he knew the truth, and honestly he wasn't sure where to go from there. He'd only planned the first stage.

"I bet it's pretty hard to keep a secret on the reservation... But if being gay isn't the biggest one, I mean, like... I don't mean to pry." Corban trailed off. Courage smirked a bit at that.

"I don't know, it's a pretty big one. I haven't told a whole lot of people." Courage replied. Corban blushed more.

"I told you I was gay..." Corban replied.

"So what, I already told you I was gay and we're in the middle of fucking no-where. No, my other secret's a bit bigger. You have to swear on your life that you won't tell anyone." Courage said more seriously. Corban's eyes went wide.

"Did you kill somebody?" Corban asked. Courage chuckled.

"There's enough gang shit in Native culture to add to that pile." Courage replied, shaking his head, "Have you heard of the legend of the Skin-Walkers?"

"Skin... walkers? Isn't... that like the shape shifter legend?" Corban asked. Courage nodded.

"See, I knew we'd rub off on you... yeah, it's why we can't wear pelts anymore and stick to fucking neon plastic feathers and shit." Courage replied, "The Navajos have a fucked up version where they can't walk on four legs until they commit 'pure evil', like murder or incest or necrophilia and some shit. Basically, breaking a taboo starts you on the path."

"Well, being gay was a taboo, right?" Corban asked. Courage reached over and punched him in the arm. Corban hissed as his arm was impacted.

"Don't reinforce stereotypes, dude!" Courage said, "But yeah, I guess it doesn't take as big of a taboo as they thought." He added on the sly, saying nothing else for a moment. Corban was trying to think up the next joke, but his eyebrows furrowed as he followed the trail of breadcrumbs that Courage was leaving in the conversation.

"Doesn't take as big of a taboo?" Corban repeated.

"To be a skin-walker." Courage replied. Corban looked at the driver for a long moment before he chuckled finally.

"Very funny... Appropriating your culture for a joke." Corban shook his head.

"It isn't a joke Corb, I take my Native Pride very seriously." Courage replied - and Corban knew that was true. Still, Corban was silent on the issue. Once more Courage rolled his eyes before fishing out his phone. Despite being extremely unsafe to both drive and operate a cell phone at the same time, the lack of general traffic afforded him enough freedom to unlock his phone, navigate to the pictures, and then trace his fingers across the screen to unlock another photo inside. What opened up first was a picture of Courage on the reservation, wearing a red jersey and black basketball shorts. He tossed the phone over in Corban's lap.

"What is this?" Corban questioned.

"It's a fucking phone, now swipe left." Courage replied. Corban shook his head, wondering what the point of this practical joke was. He swiped left, then again, then a third time. He wasn't sure what he was noticing at first, though some of the other natives seemed excited by something while Courage seemed disoriented in the picture. It took a few more pictures before Corban realized something was different... Small ivory horns were sticking out of Courage's head.

"Dude, photoshopped images aren't going to convince me any better." Corban replied.

"You think I even have a computer to shop stuff on? Keep swiping, tell me if I'm that good of an artist." Courage demanded. Corban kept going, and as he swiped he saw more and more changes accumulating. Courage's nose flattened out and widened, his ears got long and tear drop shaped, his torso expanded, he grew tighter and taller and more muscled... eventually Corban was swiping faster than he could process the pictures, stopping only when he saw a full, heavy brown bull covered in shaggy fur and huge horns.

"This is cool and all, and like, really amazing with the cultural inheritance, but... You and I both know things like shape shifters don't really exist." Corban replied. Courage grunted in dismay at that, his fingers tightening on the wheel.

"You know what, I'm getting pretty wiped. Next gas station we should trade off." Courage commented. Corban blushed a bit, realizing there wouldn't likely be chatting between them for a bit. He sat there in silence, looking down at the pictures. They really were realistic, but Corban couldn't believe such a farce... even if it was an appealing one. Everyone had thoughts about being a werewolf, but being a werebull? That was unique. It just... was too fantastic for a world like the one Corban lived in. He swiped back to the start of the album, looking at Courage when he was completely human and the natives around them. It was like they knew what was coming, as if they were excited by it. .. but Courage? He looked different, almost like he wasn't all there in the picture. Finally Corban closed the photos and looked back up, trying to process it all in his mind.

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At long last the sun had finally set below the horizon, turning the cloudless blue sky into one filled by an orange crème light. Still, it wasn't enough to hold back the shadows and the vast sand colored terrain seemed more grey by the moment. The only real sound came from the buzzing sign of the gas station, listing the prices - and the fact that it was the only stop for several miles. Courage stood by the back of the Corvette, filling the tank up. The golden colored fuel smelled richly, somewhat expanded by the heat of the day. Even with the sun down, it was still in the mid to high nineties... but Corban was basking in what few degrees cooler the breeze was.

With a few last taps, Courage finished filling up and returned the nozzle to its proper receptacle. The pump printed the receipt and the native American man passed his friend and settled down in the passenger side wordlessly. Corban grimaced at that but moved around to the driver side and climbed in. As he sat down and adjusted the seat, he brushed up against Courage, shoulder to shoulder. The physical contact made Corban think he might have been too tough on his friend's joke, but he just didn't get it. Courage, though, enjoyed the contact... and he could smell Corban's scent just a little stronger; brute cologne over just a hint of manly musk. Corban carefully drove the car out of the station and merged back onto the road, picking up speed as he continued on the path for California.

"So is it true you were in strong man competitions?" Courage asked, the first speech to break the silence in over an hour. Corban grinned a bit.

"Yeah, actually. All the crazy stuff... Telephone poles and throwing boulders and shit." Corban replied.

"You ever win?" Courage asked. Corban shook his head.

"I was a finalist a few times, but I guess I'm not the strongest man out there." Corban said.

"Well, I don't know why anyone would want that kind of attention even if they could." Courage replied. Corban's blond eyebrows furrowed.

"It's the same reason people climb mountains; because they're there." Corban replied. Courage leaned back in his seat a bit.

"Well, I mean I get testing your limits. I can see you now, sweat clinging to your brow, your muscles flexing and straining." Courage murmured. He had to admit, he liked his men big and Corban had gotten quite big... It was a fact that sent shivers down the older man's spine. It would have been so inappropriate to say or do anything back when they were babysitting, but now? Now they were both consenting adults.

A hot, steamy breath of air blasted from Courage's nostrils. He could feel his nipples swelling, his finger tightening. It was the first sign of what was to come. If Courage worked hard he could hold it back, focus on his human self... but that was something Courage wasn't really adept at. As much as he wanted to master his change like his father and grandfather, he was lazy... not to mention the fact that the change felt too good to resist. The heat boiling away his humanity, the heat of the feral bull taking over.

One hand slipped up into Courage's shirt as he began to circle and tease his own nipple. He plucked and pinched the sensitive nub, feeling it fatten up in his hand. He played with it, making it bloat and widen and darken in his shirt, hinting at the look of a real bull teat. Courage's eyes were half lidded as he felt the change seeping deeper into his body, knowing that there was no way Corban could ignore the fact if he changed right in front of him.

"I guess I just started doing it because there was an event in my area. I was bored one day and went out to see what it was about, but I wound up being bigger than all the other spectators. They invited me to try a few of the things so I did and I never really looked back." Corban said, still gazing ahead as he drove, trying not to become hypnotized by the headlights on the asphalt and the ever present lines guiding their way.

"So big and strong you just couldn't hold back, huh?" Courage snorted, his eyes shut for a moment. Courage's heart was beating harder, faster, hotter. As his eyes opened up, they were different and strange, almost glassy and distant. The native American's long, soft black hair began to become disturbed as his ears began stretching outward, elongating and thickening. A soft, fine coating of brown fur covered them as they emerged from his mane of black hair, taking on true bull shapes. It wasn't normally the first sign, to be sure, but the change drifted from time to time. Courage was already flexing his fingers, feeling how stiff they were getting. They didn't want to move, they just wanted to get tougher and tighter. The web between his fingers began to thicken as well, growing down further toward the knuckles as his fingernails turned from ivory to brown and then finally black - as if he had painted them.

"Dude, you sound like you're getting turned on by all this shit." Corban commented at that, still gazing ahead. Courage took his hand from his own nipple and instead brought it down to his groin, rolling his palm around the bulge there. The breath blasting from his nostrils got even harder as his shirt began to strain. His body mass was increasing at an ever faster rate.

"What if I am? I'm not afraid to be gay. I have pride in all shapes and colors... I am what I am." Courage replied, grunting under his breath as his pectorals jutted out and his abs rounded, the flat washboard starting to curve and round into a muscle gut. The flannel shirt strained sharply, the sleeves filling and the buttons being pulled tight. His jeans groaned as well as his waist increased in girth and his ass cheeks got fatter. Even the legs of his jeans grew taunt as his thighs fattened up with muscle and meat.

All over, Courage was growing. His neck broadened, his jaw stretched wider and his shoulders thickened in every direction. Even the Corvette's seat was sitting lower as the passenger's weight increased. Courage looked down at his wrist, watching the watch strain, the magnetic strips tugged at, their powerful bond being tested. Courage looked over at Corban, breathing faster and hotter.

"I... I don't know what to think. I mean, you're one of the best friends I've ever had in my life... I've always liked you, trusted you, relied on you. But to be attracted to me? And that you were the first person that I ever talked to about being gay?" Corban asked. Courage snorted again, his nose bloating out wider. His jaw clenched and popped as his teeth began moving forward, extending his mouth into a proto muzzle.

"Told... my... secret." Courage grunted, though he knew he was missing words. As the bull came out, the human started to disappear. The bull was pure lust, emotion, feeling. He never could remember his episodes as the animal, but he loved it too much to ever try to master the change. He gave in every time, and this was going to be no different. He gritted his flattening teeth against one another.

"Being gay, or the other thing... I... Courage, I still don't know what you're going on about." Corban replied. This time Courage didn't respond, only groping himself harder. He felt blood rushing into his cock, making it thicken and lengthen, but it wasn't just that. It surged past ten inches, then twelve. The jeans were stretched to their limit, but it was his shirt that started to give out first.

Pops sounded as stitches began unraveling. Courage's left sleeve started to give out first, the fabric fraying and exposing cinnamon colored muscled flesh - but the pressure was still too much. There was a pop, a snap, a flick. Buttons were flying off his shirt before his muscled belly burst forth beneath two huge flanks of pectorals covered in a suspiciously thick dusting of a tawny brown fur. Courage threw his muzzled face back and let out a long, lingering moo.

"What the fuck?!" Corban cursed, swerving into the oncoming lane as he got a look at Courage partially changed in the passenger seat. He swerved back, narrowly avoiding a furiously honking Volkswagen beetle, but he could barely hold steady. Corban was hyperventilating, looking back and forth between the road and his friend, but Courage's change was only accelerating. In a sudden, overwhelming moment, Courage's ass bloated in every direction. His hips flared out enough that denim covered flesh was laying part way onto Corban's lap and the car seat started to groan, shuddering under the wait increase.

The native's flannel shirt continued to deteriorate as the sleeves disconnected from the main body and were further shredded as the arms inside grew bigger... and bigger... and bigger. The shirt broke at every seam it could, and where it could take no more the fabric itself frayed, pulling apart before ultimately splitting.

The former Native American looked as though he was wearing a tattered flannel vest with the arms of a bodybuilder, though the sparse black arm hair he had was turning brown as new hairs grew in, thickening more and more, stretching down toward his misshapen hands... hands with fused fingers and broadening keratin coatings. The werebull was losing his dexterity, getting hand hooves instead. The bull writhed in the seat, feeling his belt grow tight, but as Courage's eyes rounded and became glassy, he looked down at his shoes.

At first Corban didn't know what his transforming friend was doing, but he heard it. The leather on Courage's boots was creaking as it was pried and pulled. Tiny nails worked out of the sole one by one, raining down into the seat before the sole of the boot popped off. As the ankle grew thicker, the laces tightened, butting into and then through the leather. With one last miniscule groan, the laces snapped in several places, freeing the leg. A mostly formed bull hoof popped down, writhing a few last times as the bones hardened and the keratin hoof obscured any trace of what had been a human foot before. The hoof stomped down and soon the other boot's sole and laces exploded outward, raining leather scraps in every direction.

"Fuck, shit, god damnit..." Corban cursed, deciding it would only be safe to pull off the road. He couldn't believe his friend had been telling the truth, that anyone at all could change, but here it was, happening. There was a sudden snap against the windshield as the button to Courage's jeans flew off, exploded outwards by his expanding gut. Corban forced the car to the side and threw it into park, turning to look at Courage. The werebull continued to rub his huge crotch bulge with his hoof, though the tough material was wearing out the denim. The blue faded, leaving just white around the bulge before that too frayed.

As the last barrier between the bull's cock and open air wore out, Corban blushed furiously. The meat beneath was long and thick, tapering ever so slowly, the foreskin exposing a more ovoid glans - and the cock wanted to be free. It strained upwards, snapping through the frayed edges of the denim before it flung up suddenly, flicking off scraps of the underwear - and let loose a thick deluge of precum. The juices splattered across the dashboard, windshield and the roof of the car before raining down across Courage and Corban both.

"Ah, shit, man, that's-" Corban's curse was interrupted as the changing werebull turned and kissed the driver. A flattening, fattening tongue plunged into Corban's captive mouth and sloshed forward and back. A bull hoof came up to hold Corban in the kiss. Corban tried to pull away but Courage only kissed him deeper, feeling a deep and intense thrill that appealed to his feral, mindless self.

In excitement, Courage was breathing harder and harder, but as his muscled, huge chest rose with each breath, the Corvette could take little more. The seatbelt suddenly snapped off from the frame, ricocheting down against the dashboard before tumbling to the floor. Corban grunted and called out into the kiss, but the bull moved his free arm and whacked it against Corban's hand, knocking it down... and into a puddle of werebull pre.

Corban cursed again and pulled his now sticky, slime covered hand back, breaking the kiss as he coughed and sputtered. He fumbled for the door handle, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Courage. Courage gazed at him with lusty, mindless eyes. The bull had taken over... though he let out a deep and growing moo as his forehead throbbed and blood began to leak out before thick ivory horns emerged from his skull.

There was no way to describe the feeling of horns growing in to anyone else. It was like an erection, feeling that mass form. It had the same pride and ego associated, but it was so much more. It was firm, hard, strong and defined. The horns pooled out of his skull, only adding fuel to the mindless lust in his brain. Courage flexed suddenly, ripping out the last remains of his flannel vest. The fabric fell away from a thick muscled back, brown fur spreading over the joints and down the flanks.

Courage rolled his neck as it thickened yet again, bloating out to almost three times the width of a human neck. It was the only way he could support such a huge bull head, but it was almost intoxicating just to watch. Corban was torn between being unable to look away and wanting to flee. He fumbled for the door still, but his eyes darted down as the corvette seat groaned, whined, and then suddenly collapsed. The seat broke from its tracks and fell to the floor under the immense weight - of Courage's body in general, but especially from his ass.

The fact that the jeans had held onto anything after blowing the crotch out had been a miracle, but that miracle seemed to be fading. The seat of his pants had bloated out with his ass as dozens of pounds filled the material, but they were reaching their limit. The denim began to tear and shear down the crevice of his mighty ass cheeks, like brown furry globes. As the denim pulled apart, a musky, heady scent escaped and filled the car with its pungent aroma.

Corban didn't know whether to puke or orgasm, and it seemed his body wanted to do both. Despite his hand being covered in Bull slime, he managed to get the door latch to release and he fell out of the driver side of the car - and onto Route 66. Luckily the only other car in the area had passed them, but Corban stumbled across the highway to the other side as if the fictional, man made line through the barren wasteland would protect him.

For a few moments there was silence, but then the car lurched... and groaned, and began to rock. Inside, Courage was trying to get out of his broken sat but he'd grown so large the car was trapping him. He struggled and moved, manipulating his massive torso in ever more precarious ways before finally the passenger door was flung open so hard it snapped off and went skidding down across the ground. A hoof slammed into the roof, bending the car frame, making the Corvette groan as it warped.

With the roof bent, there was enough room for the changing werebull to stumble out. His hooves kicked up dirt and the last shreds of his denim fell down to the ground. As he walked, he got progressively more naked. The elastic on his underwear had been stretched beyond tight and it nearly flung itself off like a released rubber band, skidding across the dirt in broken scraps. Even in the moonlight Corban could see Courage's tailbone writhing and flicking around like an angry whip, surging outward with new flesh and bone and fur as black hair grew out of a tuft on the end.

No longer inhibited by the limited space of the car, Courage's body pushed itself toward his final form. The distance between his vertebrae increased, his spinal cord thickening and protecting itself more in the interim. With the gaps formed, the bones themselves suddenly expanded, absorbing whatever calcium they could acquire from his unusual blood cells. As his spine stretched, Courage grew taller - but wider as well. The belt, the only reminder left that he had even been wearing pants, grew tight before the buckle warped, bent, and snapped. The belt went flying off, skidding across the ground.

The bull's ribs pushed apart, his shoulders widened, his arms expanded and lengthened... and his wrist expanded. The watch that had clung so desperately to his furry arm was at its limit, but unlike the rest of his clothing it did not break. The magnetic bands split, pulled too far apart. They fell from his body but immediately stuck back together in a metallic clump, falling harmlessly to the ground.

Courage stopped where he was, snorting from his newly formed muzzle. He was over eight feet tall and at least six hundred pounds of muscle. His brown fur rippled in the evening breeze, his long black hair receding and disappearing into his uniform brown bull pelt. His cock was almost two feet long, his balls hanging in a heavy, fat sack. He was every bit a minotaur or werebull, everything that he had said he was... but he was alone on that side of the road.

Corban gasped as the bull turned around to face him, letting out a snort. For a moment the two stood on opposite sides, but then Courage charged suddenly. His animal side was too strong, forcing the huge beast to drop down onto all fours. Corban turned to run, feeling the ground tremble beneath his feet as the bull charged over the road. Corban's feet pounded the dirt, but he only made it a few dozen yards before he found a rabbit hole and tripped, rolling in the dirt, leaving him vulnerable to the charging, feral bull.

The fat white boy winced and yelped as he felt rocks cut into his knee and thigh, just enough to break the skin and cause pain, but before he could finish he had all the wind knocked out of him. Courage snorted again, this time getting a good whiff of the human boy's scent. He pinned Corban to the ground and moved until their groins were atop one another... and then the werebull came down.

Corban groaned as he felt the weight of the bull on him, but even more as the fat wet shlong of the creature rested against his... and began to rub. Courage ground and tilted and rolled his hips, humping down into the younger man. He humped faster, harder and more in depth with each attempt until Corban's entire body was shaking up and down with each thrust. The bull loved the friction and pressure and heat, tilting his head up toward the moon to let out an echoing, beastly moo. Once his call carried only on the wind, the bull brought its muzzle down to kiss Corban again with a sloppy, messy kiss.

The humping was aimless, directionless. It was a baser instinct, one unable to be modified or changed - but Corban could tell there was no sentience. The bull's eyes were animal, feral, thoughtless... Only his cock and tongue seemed to know what they were doing, and Corban didn't have the strength to resist... and oddly enough, somewhere in his brain, he didn't want to.

As the bull tongue slapped the back of his throat and then plunged down his esophagus, he stopped fighting. He gulped at the tongue, not even able to get air. His tongue feebly worked against it before starting to try harder. He gazed up at this beast, knowing that somewhere deep inside was his friend, his babysitter, the man he knew - but he was a prisoner to this lust, to his beast... and his family knew about it.

The pictures flashed back before Corban's eyes, of his family members cheering him on, knowing the bull was coming. His parents and grandparents had been so proud of him being gay, they had celebrated. But had they celebrated this? His grandmother was a big shaman in the tribe, but could she do it too? Was she a werebull? Corban reached up and grabbed the werebull by the horns, pulling his head up and away from the kiss.

Courage let out a disgruntled moo, trying to shake the human's hands loose... but he was too late to indulge. As he was man handled, the bull let out a new sound. His orange sized bulls tugged up, his huge cock quivered, and he unleashed quarts of bull semen across Corban's body. Corban gasped in pure, unadulterated shock as the hot slime pumped across the surface of his shirt and soaked through to his flesh, pouring over his lap and down his hips, even all the way up to his collar.

Corban was pinned there beneath the ejaculating bull, being bathed in the semen. The bull licked his lips, eyeing Corban with hunger. The first orgasm hadn't even subsided yet, but it seemed that Courage wanted more. He started edging his cock down inch by inch toward Corban's balls, then proceeded lower still. Corban didn't try to crawl away. He lay there, panting, gazing up at the blissfully full moon, feeling the heat of the werebull cum across his entire torso... and how achingly hard his own cock was. Whatever was coming, he wasn't going to resist.

---

While water was generally sparse in the region, the sound of the tiny creek babbled most pleasantly in the dawn light. It ran along a clearly carved bank like liquid gold, reflecting what little light there was a dozen times over. It was almost amazing to Corban how the desert worked. Searing temperatures during the day, dropping down all night, almost becoming too cold to bear by dawn before the entire cycle started over again... but he hadn't wasted an opportunity with the water to wash himself off from head to toe. His large, fat body was pale in the sunlight, but getting naked had been the only option.

Corban finished scrubbing himself clean, getting every orifice he could reach before he crouched in the water for a good four minutes. Once he was sure the water was fresh again, he cupped some in his hands and brought it to his lips, drinking it down. The excess spilled off of his goatee, clinging to the blond hairs in tiny beads. Corban gasped for breath in relief, smiling gently.

It was hard to put into words what had happened the night before. Every barrier he had about being gay had been demolished. He'd gone all the way with Courage and it felt so right and so wrong at the same time. The kiss had been so animal, so lustful, so mindless... and his ass was still aching. Just to test, Corban close his eyes and bore down. Sure enough, globs of bull cum dribbled out of his pucker into the stream, the yellowish slime getting washed down the creek.

With a soft exhale, Corban stood back up and began walking back toward the road. It took several minutes, but he came across Courage laying in the dust, naked... clutching the magnetic watch. Corban stopped a few feet away, waiting. Moments passed, then minutes, but finally Courage snorted, grunted, and then murmured, his eyes opening up. He glanced up at the sky, then around before he set eyes on Corban and froze.

Courage was used to waking up in strange places and strange conditions, usually naked, but not many outside the reservation knew about his changes, about him. He swallowed a bit before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He looked at his naked friend, taking a moment to appreciate the curves in all the right places. Still, though, he was more rational than the bull. He slowly looked back up into his friend's eyes.

"You're still here." He commented.

"I couldn't very well leave you in the desert to die..." Corban replied. Once more Courage smirked.

"Of course you could have, if you thought I was a monster." Courage replied.

"No, I mean you tore the Corvette apart." Corban replied, though after a moment of holding his face he cracked a soft grin.

"You fucker..." Courage replied before he froze, "Wait, I tore... the Corvette apart?" he whispered. Corban nodded.

"Seat crushed, door torn off, and the ceiling got all bent. Then you fucked me." Corban replied. Courage tried hard to cope with all the information before he slowly grinned.

"Was I any good?" he asked curiously.

"Well, it was my first time... and it was with a were-bull. I'll be walking funny for a few days. Besides, I think you bruised my tummy." Corban replied.

"Your tummy, you're fucking adorable." Courage grinned.

"You ruined your clothes and I'm not much better..." Corban replied.

"You got more in the trunk, and so do I. Always have to carry an extra set." Courage said before he stood up.

"You mean it isn't just at the full moon?" Corban asked.

"Hell no... and last night wasn't a full moon, either. It's still waxing." Courage replied, glancing around before he started making his way back toward the road.

"So... not a moon thing?" Corban asked. Courage shook his head.

"My grandfather and brother can change at will, but I never took the time to figure out how. It can be for anything... Excitement, bad dreams-" Courage murmured.

"Getting horny over your best friend?" Corban asked. Courage grinned.

"Oh hell yes." Courage beamed.

"Keep it... well, not in your pants, you're naked, but let's at least... get a few more miles in." Corban said. Courage looked intrigued at that.

"So you still don't want to run? Not many people off the reservation take it well." Courage said.

"Does everyone on the reservation know?" Corban asked. Courage shrugged.

"A few don't... A few drink so they don't remember, but most do, most celebrate it." Courage replied. Corban looked both ways, making sure there was no immediate oncoming traffic before he crossed back over to the car, moving around to the driver's side. He'd had the good fortune to turn the engine off when he pulled off the road, saving the gas. He pulled the keys out and moved to the trunk, opening it up. By the time Courage made it to the car, Corban had found the stash of clothes and tossed them at his compatriot. Courage grinned, "So, is it my turn to drive?"

"You think I'm going to sit in that busted ass seat without a door? Not a chance... I'm driving." Corban replied. Courage chuckled at that. Honestly, he wouldn't have let Corban sit on that side after seeing it up close. He just wanted to see what his friend had to say. The fact that he could still joke was a good sign, but it was the next leg of the journey that would be the real tell.

---

The next stretch of the trip had been far quieter than the first, giving both men time to sort out their thoughts. For Courage, it was all wonder... He wondered just how far he'd gone with Corban, what they had said or done, what his friend had witnessed. Every time Courage changed, he remembered right up until about half way through the transformation, and then nothing until he woke up. Sometimes there'd be fleeting memories, but like a fond dream the next day the details faded and the memory slipped away. For Corban, though, he remembered it all vividly. Courage had been so animal, so ruthless, so direct... and so masculine. It'd been wild, bone chilling and amazing all at the same time. He'd lost his virginity to one of his oldest friends, but at the same time he hadn't. Courage had been this other, this thing... this wonderful thing. Just thinking about the were bull left Corban with hard nipples and a half stiff cock. He shifted a bit in his seat, glancing up ahead. The long stretches of endless desert and scrub brush had slowly started transitioning into occasional settlements, clusters of trees, and a more diverse landscape.

There were more birds than just vultures, and there were more and more people they passed with each mile. This, of course, brought issue to why the car was in such a state of disrepair. They had even been pulled over once by the police, though Corban had given a tale of a middle of the night hit and run. Perhaps the insurance would cover the price of the door getting torn off, though it was such an old car they might just total it out.

After a particularly long stretch of silence, Corban pulled the car into a motel parking lot and came to a stop. The car lurched a bit, having been through a lot. Courage swallowed a bit. Was this where Corban kicked him out? Told him to find his own way home? Courage had been rejected by outsiders numerous times. No matter how much a part of his own society it was, outsiders never seemed to get it. Courage wasn't going to be the last one to act this time. This time it was going to be different.

"If you're going to-" Courage started out strong, but he froze when Corban put a hand on his cheek. Swallowing his own nervousness, Corban leaned over and kissed Courage suddenly. Courage murmured in gleeful surprise at that, feeling his fair lips play against Corban's fat, rotund ones. Even the white man's goatee was pleasant around his mouth, so soft and luxurious.

Corban had made a decision regarding the event. He'd been fine with losing his virginity to Courage. He'd even been fine with Courage being a skin-walker... eventually. The only part he didn't like was how little of it had been his idea, with his permission. If he was going to make a change, that was where he'd make it. He kissed Courage passionately, a hand sliding up to rub the dark cinnamon colored nipples hidden beneath the fabric.

Courage grunted and moaned before he broke the kiss, heaving hot breath. Without willing it to, his nostrils flared wider and his nose broadened out, becoming animalistic at once. The worn out tennis shoes he'd put on started to strain as well, the laces growing taut as the leather started to creak.

"We need... to get a room." Courage moaned.

"That is the general impression, yes." Corban replied. Courage grunted.

"No, literally... I can't hold back. I want to fuck you so hard." Courage moaned. Corban licked his lips.

"You may, but this time I'm going to ride the bull... I still haven't gotten over you filling me so full of your bull cum before." Corban said before he hopped out of the Corvette and headed for the reception desk.

"Wait, I... I filled you full?!" Courage called after his friend in shock, but Corban had already made it inside. Courage sunk lower in his broken chair, replaying what Corban had said. If he had really filled Corban so full, saturating his internals with his seed... then it was no different than his own initiation into being a werebull. He'd been washed inside and out with the bull semen, he'd gone through the mating ritual. His family had been so happy for him that they gathered to take pictures as he changed, but it hadn't ended on such a clean level. He'd been a randy, horny, insatiable bull... born out of lust and intent on spreading it. Only now he'd spread it to someone off reservation, to his own friend.

Part of Courage was excited and the other part ashamed. He hadn't braced Corban, he hadn't asked. In a moment he'd changed his friend's life... He'd tainted him, corrupted him, turned him against his will. A growing moo started to leak from Courage's lips as his teeth flattened and his ears started to stretch outward from his long, dark sinuous hair. He lunged out of the broken side of the Corvette and stumbled along the sidewalk, feeling his shoes tighten more and more. His shirt wasn't fitting so well either, but it had been a larger size. Still, the sleeves were cutting into Courage's upper arms a his pectorals and belly filled out the shirt. With each step he was gaining muscle, height, size. He skidded to a stop as the office door opened and Corban retuned with a key.

"Ready for round two, cowboy?" Corban asked with a bit of a tease in his voice. He jangled the keys invitingly before he unlocked one of the suite doors and moved inside. Courage snorted hard and moved in after him, grunting and groaning as his chest grew larger, pushing against his new shirt. He knew he should have taken it off, spared another garment, but that wasn't what he loved. It was a secret, even to his family, but Courage loved the ripping.

The older man felt his shirt strain and pull, the fabric at its limit. He could see his muscles bulging beneath, but to his surprise it wasn't the first to tear. A horrible snap came from the sneakers he'd put on. The laces had pulled through the leather eyelets. They began popping all the way down as his left foot expanded, and the shoe burst the rest of the way.

The sock revealed beneath was pulling apart as well, the holes between the stiches growing enough to see oddly dark brown flesh. In seconds, though, the sock tore apart as well and Courage's huge mutated hoof like foot was free and open. Corban stared at it, breathing hard. He'd intended to be the dominant one in the situation this time, to take it all for himself, to show Courage who was boss... but deep down he'd always had a bit of a cub mentality, and that hoof looked so nice.

Corban dropped to his knees and moved forward, opening his mouth. His tongue began to slather and lick at the merging toes, tasting the manly musk of fusing flesh and bone. The toenails thickened dramatically before oozing out over the webbed digits, coating them solid. Corban murmured and grunted as the flesh he licked became hard as bone. His cock was raging hard in his pants, and the lust seemed to be flooding his system. Ever so slowly his eyes started to turn glassy, his thoughts coming fewer and further between.

Courage knew what was happening, and it was turning him on. He reached down and tangled his fingers in Corban's blond hair, holding him down at his feet. Courage moaned deeply as his fingernails thickened into little hooflettes. Corban couldn't help himself, panting and grunting. He licked the forming hoof as if his life depended on it, but his cock had such a raging erection he brought his hips down, humping against the hotel carpet. He shuddered with pleasure as his cock felt the pressure of his own body weight, squished under his belly... but that only encouraged it. It stretched out longer and longer, tenting his pants.

"Yes... YES! Oh god..." Courage moaned in extreme pleasure, feeling the odd feral glee of having corrupted someone else into his own lifestyle. He started humping the air himself as the crotch of his pants tented outward, but the changes were manifesting all over. Every sniff of the musk filled air forced Courage's nostrils to flare wider, his nose broadening out and darkening. His bull ears emerged from his long black hair, and the lumps on his forehead squirmed as the bone began to emerge from his skull.

Courage tipped his head back, letting out a deafening moo as his skull reshaped. Huge horns pushed out of the side of his temples, his jaw elongated and his nose pushed out as thousands of tiny brown hairs erupted from his skin. In moments he had the head of a bull with a wild black mane - and his humanity was gone. The brown fur rippled down his neck as it broadened, his shoulders expanding in every direction. The hand holding Corban's head soon became a useless hoof and a pungent musk flooded the room.

Unaware of Courage's sudden and dramatic change, Corban was just as lost in his own world. He humped the floor and licked the hoof before him even as his own fingernails turned black and stiff. His pale ears had elongated outwards into teardrop shapes and his skull pounded around his temples, lumps forming - but the lust was too blinding. He didn't yet realize he was lost, that he was tainted. Corban panted harder, his tongue fattening in his mouth. He grabbed a hold of Courage's furry ankle and pulled himself upright, though part way up he was hit in the face with a very moist bulge.

Once more, Courage felt the sudden and dramatic growth in his ass. His normally slender Native American frame had gained several pounds, but now both cheeks grew with incredible speed. His ass cheeks rounded, his pants no longer able to keep the ass in check. As the last scraps fell free, even his new underwear was struggling to hold on. The cotton was seriously strained, stretched outward over his prodigious bull cock. The fabric was so saturated that pearly yellow precum was oozing through and dripping down. Corban's feral eyes glazed over even more and he opened his mouth wide before plunging it down over the cock before him. He began to suck and slurp, sliding his head forward and back. His own hand drifted down, fumbling numbly with his pants - but he couldn't feel the button or the zipper.

With a muffled, furious grunt, Corban consoled himself by merely groping himself as the skin between his fingers began to grow together, stretching out from his palms toward the tips. His fingers were bunched up and the bones almost seemed to blunt a little, drawing in tighter and thicker. No longer held by separate digits, the keratin forming his fingernails oozed outwards like a hard plasticy toxic spill, covering his fingers and dipping around the underside. With each centimeter it all advanced, the more his hands became useless hooves as well - scratching tirelessly against the major tent in Corban's pants.

Courage grunted and bucked, fucking his tent into Corban's mouth, but as the cotton grazed along those flat bull teeth and as the cock inside them grew even longer and thicker, the fabric couldn't hold out. The material stretched as far as it was going to before the mere presence of the cock head pushed through. The fabric snapped, tearing from the hole to the waistband, slapping the roof of Corban's mouth before gushing out a few cups of salty bull pre.

Corban guzzled the pre down before he renewed his face thrusting, moving forward and back - but each time he pulled his head back along the bull cock, his lips and nose seemed to remain where they were. His face stretched out like taffy, elongating into a bull muzzle. His nose grew wider and flatter, the nostrils upturning. Even his goatee got stretched out, but as the flesh holding it covered more space, the pale blond hairs began filling in with more and more... growing whiter and whiter until they were a light milk color. Sure enough, the hair on Corban's head was bleaching out as well until it matched.

Inch by inch, the soft white fur around Corban's mouth crept up his cheeks and past his ears until it connected with his hair as a full fluffy white beard, but that was only the start. The fur spread up his cheeks, across his nose and around his eyes. In moments his forehead disappeared and then his neck was net. Patches of fur were sprouting from his arms and his legs, everywhere.

The added mass of the fur on his already enlarging body made it hard for Corban's clothes to remain intact, but something else was happening as well. While Courage had remained fit and became a stellar specimen of bull, Corban had packed on the pounds a bit. His ruined coveralls had covered his belly, but his new t-shirt did not, and the change seemed to be enhancing what he had to work with. Corban's stomach gurgled before it began to expand, pressing outward in several directions.

Rounder and rounder, Corban's growing gut stretched his shirt to the limit. It strained, it struggled, and it started to ride up. As the shirt lifted, it revealed the soft white furry trail rising up from Corban's groin, covering his stomach and growing into the fur on his chest. The shirt tried to hold on, but it snapped like a rubber band. A big, rotund furry white belly emerged beneath somewhat ample man boobs, all covered in fur...

Corban continued to suck off Courage's bull meat without any human thought, given in completely to his lust. His body continued to change, almost as if he was milking the older bull of his essence. The fur covered fattening thighs, his shoulders grew wider, and his horns began to emerge in a slower and more measured pace. With each gulp of bull sperm, Corban's belly grew and his horns pushed out another few inches. He grew bigger and bigger, heavier and taller, more weighty.

The white bull's ass cheeks began to swell and round as the white fur swept over them, but as they pulled apart to reveal his quivering black pucker, his tailbone had room to grow as well. It stretched and flexed as new muscles and bones filled in and a tassel like tuft erupted from the end. The tail flicked around, slapping the base of the bed the two lovers hadn't even made it to. It was almost sublime and soft in its own way, but a new tearing sound punctuated the silence.

Corban's pants had given out, splitting open as his new bull cock emerged. At first it was only fourteen inches long, the flesh long and leathery, but it started to climb taller and bloat wider now that it was no longer restrained. Corban started to hump the air again, no longer having hands to jack himself off. It seemed the only way he'd get satisfaction was with Courage's mouth... and while he was still the smaller bull, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Courage with his powerful, meaty arms.

Courage toppled forward, landing with a muzzle full of fat, furry belly. He gave Corban a few tender licks before his tongue tasted something far more potent. Glassy, feral eyes looked up at the towering cock before him and he couldn't resist. The brown bull moved and plunged his muzzle down, taking the whole cock in at once. With practice and experience, he began to suck and blow, causing Corban to writhe and arch his back.

"Mrrrrooooo!" Corban howled around the cock in his own mouth before he went back to suckling. The two embraced each other so well, their tongues coating the meat they tasted, teasing the urethras. Corban didn't even hear his shoes popping and twisting as his feet expanded into bare hooves. One more pair of shoes were destroyed, the socks along with them. With each suck and each gulp, Corban's ass was bloating bigger and bigger. The broken fly of his pants was pried apart wider and wider before the crotch tore out down between the legs - but even that didn't give his swelling ass enough room.

More and more tearing sounds came as his pants shredded, splitting out along his new fat hips, his thick fat ass, and his rotund bull legs. The last fragments of clothing were falling off of both men as they passed six hundred pounds each. They were naked, wild bull men embracing as their kind did... and loving every moment of it.

Whatever shards of Corban's mentality that was left was being deeply tainted by the transformation. The last of his human flesh was obscured beneath white fur and his horns were heavy and full. He fucked the muzzle before him and his balls tugged up before he erupted with seed. Once more Corban mooed, his noise muffled in the furry crotch of his brown furred lover... the afterglow was amazing, but to his surprise before his cock even had time to soften, it felt like the blood was rushing back in. His libido was extraordinary... but that seemed perfectly natural. There was no reason to stop, no reason to end. He kept fucking Courage's face, basking in his new life with his lover. Before long, both were cumming with uncontrollable fervor, semen leaking out of their bovine muzzles.

---

The first thing that Corban became aware of was that he was wet... Wet and outside. His heavy lidded eyes slowly flicked open and he blinked a few times, looking around. Sunlight was glinting off of water, and his pale skin was starting to redden with a sunburn. Corban moved a little, sloshing, before he realized two things. First, he was in a fountain naked, and second, Courage was asleep on his chest. He looked down at the native american with awe and wonder and shock before the pain in his head hit him, particularly around the temples.

"Oh god, what did we do?" Corban murmured.

"It's like a hangover, isn't it?" Courage whispered, stretching a bit and sitting up before he looked down at the school of tiny cement fish spraying water from their mouths across his manhood.

"What is? Did we get drunk?" Corban asked. Courage grimaced a bit. While he could remember being thrilled by corrupting his friend the day before, it was time to face the truth and grab the bull by the horns, even if he got gored in the process.

"We..." Courage hesitated, "Do you remember when you came to me in the desert after washing up in the stream?"

"Yeah, after you came at me. Didn't even have the decency to remember what you did... At the hotel I was going to..." Corban trailed off, looking stunned.

"This is what it feels like to wake up after being a bull." Courage replied.

"W-w-wait, you're saying that... Me? I'm..." Corban stammered.

"Yes, I'm afraid-" Courage started.

"A fucking bull stud?" Corban blurted.

"You aren't mad?" Courage asked in surprise.

"Of course I'm mad, you fucking punk... I saw how easy you go bull... No control at all. I can't go to college like that, but if I'm changing the course of my life... at least being that huge and sexy and able to tear a car apart is cool. But... what do we do? I mean... Would... Could I live on the reservation? There are more people there like this, right?" Corban asked.

"My whole family, and many of my cousins... I think they could tolerate a white man if he was more like us." Courage considered, "And if you were intent on going to school, you could learn from the elders how to control the change. I never had the patience though."

"I bet you just liked it too much, but if I learn how to control it maybe I just have to take one semester off and then go to college... and we can be together." Corban whispered. Courage smiled at that.

"You'd want to be with me?" Courage asked. Corban rolled his eyes.

"As exciting as our road trip was? Think what it'd be like to be married." Corban smirked, standing up. The water ran down his chest and stomach, dribbling back into the pool.

"So what now?" Courage asked. Corban looked around.

"We figure out how to get back to the hotel, get dressed, and try not to fuck again until we're out of city limits. From there, it's a straight shot to the reservation." Corban said. Courage nodded.

"Well, I guess that turned out better than I expected." Courage said.

"Just wait until next time though, I'm totally going to fuck you." Corban replied.

"You're welcome to try, but you won't make it past my cock this time either." Courage beamed. Corban groaned and padded out of the fountain, trying to get his bearings as he looked around. Courage just dipped his head back, washing his long black hair in the defiled water in the morning light.