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Badgerfall

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If every day was a different page in a flip book, then the sudden winter storm was a chapter break. The muddy grass had been covered by layers of ice, snow and more ice to create a thick egg shell that hadn't been defiled by any of the other students. Icicles hung from the tree branches and thick troughs of snow bordered the slick but passable sidewalks. It had struck without warning, especially for a school district that canceled classes at the first snowflake. It would have been beautiful if- no, it was still beautiful… but it reminded Rhys just how isolated he truly was from everyone else.

The eighteen year old stood beneath the school's portico, shielded from direct snowfall but not the cold. Before him were six stone steps glistening with ice. A mop of curly brown hair stuck out from the top of his hood, barely able to be restrained. His eyes were the color of warm tea and his face was covered with more freckles than there were constellations in the sky. He was tall and lean, thankfully tall enough that no one confused him for a freshman despite his youthful face. Water vapor turned to fog as it escaped his lips in another sigh.

Every school bus had left already, at least for those that didn't live past Deadman's Gorge. The determined parents had come and gone, chewing up the icy streets and melting them with exhaust fumes before it refroze. A few of the students had headed out like nomads, tromping through the winter weather on foot. Rhys had no way to get home and even if he did, it was empty and not well stocked, especially if the ice storm continued for more than a day. Rhys's fingers dug into his palms as he yet again resented how his parents could both be overbearing and non-present at the same time.

The corrugated crunch of a boot sinking through the winter lamination caused Rhys to turn his head, involuntarily gasping slightly. Standing next to him was Keon DeLuca, one of the school's most infamous loners. His waxy black hair was straight but wavy, crashing down to his shoulders and spilling out from a well worn backwards baseball cap. His fawn complexion was contrasted by the thick and wispy mustache that curved down around his lips and the short but bushy chinstrap beard that ran along his jaw. The pale afternoon light glinted off thick gold rings hanging from his ears. A thick black and gray plaid shirt was left open over a torn up black metal t-shirt and black jeans ran all the way down to his thick boots.

“Waiting for someone?" Keon asked, his voice slow, steady, calm and with a bit of gravel. Rhys had formed a crush on him years ago when he'd been the first in their class to grow a mustache. His aloof personality combined with the fact that no one disliked him had only added to the connection. Rhys swallowed and shook his head. Every interaction he had with Keon was tonic for his soul.

“Nope." Rhys said, realizing it wasn't quite enough of a response, “They closed the road across the gorge." he added. Keon seemed to consider for a moment.

“Need a ride anywhere else? Friends, family?" he asked. The offer filled Rhys with exhilaration for a moment; getting to go in Keon's car? To be that close to him? To exchange small talk and get to know him better and… and go where? The bitter reality came swimming back to his ice cold stomach.

“I don't have anywhere to go. Parents are out of town again, no friends." Rhys said. Keon's mustache curved as he frowned a bit.

“That's hard to believe." He said, though the frown turned back into a smile, “You got me after all." he said as if it were a matter of fact. Rhys opened and closed his mouth, his brain stalling out for a moment.

“I… I've always wanted that to be true." Rhys said. Keon's dark brown eyes glittered a little at that.

“Really?" he asked curiously. Rhys was nearly trembling.

“Y-yeah, I mean… You've always been so fucking cool, and and… I wanted to be like you but my parents wouldn't let me and…" Rhys trailed off, a rich red blush rising up beneath his freckles. What had he just said? What had he just done? Had his one chance landed in his lap and he'd just… detonated it? Keon, however, was grinning even wider.

“They wouldn't let you be like me? What were you going to try?" Keon asked. Rhys was frozen harder than the icicles hanging from the tree branches. He tried to swallow but it was dry.

“S-stop shaving maybe, pierce my ears, dress darker?" he murmured. Keon let out a soft grunt at that before he did the unthinkable and stretched out his arm, wrapping it around Rhys to pull him close. Rhys's heart was fluttering so fast it was practically making a current.

“I thought you were going to say you wanted to sleep in late, skip classes and kiss boys." Keon said. Rhys licked his lips a little, an involuntary swelling taking place between his legs as he felt the physical contact.

“I do…" Rhys said, smiling nervously, “One boy anyway." he said. Keon merely closed his eyes and grinned for a moment before exhaling.

“If you come with me, your life won't be the same again." Keon warned. Rhys stood up a little taller, shaking his head.

“I don't want it to be the same!" Rhys said almost a little too loud.

“It's a full moon, I might be a wild animal…" Keon said.

“I already know you are." Rhys said. Keon still seemed to be considering.

“Can you keep a secret?" Keon asked softly.

“From everyone but you." Rhys replied. Keon grinned more, lowering his hand from Rhys's shoulder to his butt, giving it a squeeze.

“Good answer. Come on, let's get you out of the cold." Keon said before he walked down the steps. Rhys grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, doing his best to follow after Keon and not lose his balance, skidding a little on the ice before falling into step behind his crush. It was a relatively short walk, though Rhys knew right where they were going. Sitting off on its own as if it was immune to the snow was Keon's challenger. It looked like the kind of car that could have been used in a teenage rebellion movie from the seventies; all power and no amenities. It was black and silver, just like Keon's outfit.

“Just throw the stuff on the seat in the back or whatever." Keon said as he moved around to the driver's side. Rhys opened the passenger door with a creak and hesitantly shoveled fast food wrappers and receipts with his hands into the back until the seat was clear. He settled down… and down into the bucket seat, not realizing just how low it was. He reached for the seatbelt only to realize there wasn't anything up high. Keon smirked and leaned over across Rhys's lap, grabbing the strap from his hip, pulling it over and clipping it in.

“Thanks." Rhys murmured shyly. Keon just grinned a little and slid the key into the slot and turned. The car rumbled as the powerful engine rolled to life. Much to Rhys's relief, it was only a few moments before the air from the vents turned from freezing to warm. Keon checked the large mirrors, running his fingers across his mustache as he waited for a slow car to pass before he began pulling out. The sound of the tires chewing through the ice and snow was audible, echoing up from under the car's chassis. There was one more lurch as they pulled into the wheel worn troughs and started going with the flow.

Rhys forced himself to look back at the school so he didn't constantly stare at Keon. There was little doubt he'd be doing that a lot. When he glanced back, though, his heart melted faster than butter in a skillet. Keon was reclined back in his seat, long arms outstretched. If it hadn't been for the ice he had no doubt that the loner would have one arm draped over the top of the wheel, steering with his wrist. He was so handsome and unique and charming… that mustache and beard, the earrings, the… the smell? Had he ever smelled Keon before? He smelled like dust after rain, an Earthy sort of peaty smell… It took Rhys a long moment to pluck the word petrichor from his memories. A soft sigh escaped Rhys's lips. Keon glanced over, looking at his classmate.

“How long have you liked me?" Keon asked. Rhys blanched as white as the snow outside.

“W-What?" he asked. He stuttered. Keon's eyebrows crinkled at that.

“Hey, you can't go back to square one. We made some real progress back there." Keon commented, letting the heavy car gradually slow to a stop at the intersection. He looked both ways, dark brown eyes surveying the other drivers. Rhys contemplated for a long moment.

“Years. I mean, I always felt sort of… drawn to you. You've always been unique and cool, really a lot different than all the jocks and stuff at the school. You get along with everyone too." Rhys said. Keon let another car pass before he pulled onto the side street, heading along the artery that would take them to the edge of town.

“Would you be surprised if I said I've always thought you were cute?" Keon asked. Rhys shifted a little in the bucket seat. Cute wasn't quite the word he'd hoped to hear. Keon sensed the tension and clarified; “Smart and funny don't usually go together, and you get along with everyone too. The jocks respected you because of your humor, the other smart kids saw you as a peer. Plus that hair…" Keon said.

“What about my hair?" Rhys asked. Keon gave him a look before he reached over and pulled the hood back. A thick mane of honey brown curls came free, kept long on top and faded short on the sides.

“Only thing that would make it better would be some earrings." Keon said. Rhys blushed.

“Really?" he asked. Keon nodded.

“Big, thick, heavy ones…" Keon said, “Maybe a nose ring too." he said. Rhys shivered a little, feeling that persistent erection coming back to his groin. He wasn't really sure what to say about that, so instead he circled back to their particular situation.

“Thanks for… for giving me someplace to go. I don't know what I would have done otherwise, and honestly this is the best thing that's happened to me." Rhys said softly. Keon winced a little.

“I'll do my best to be a good host, but honestly it's a bit of a shit hole. Hopefully my company will make up for it." Keon said. Rhys nodded numbly.

“I'm sure it will be perfect." Rhys said dreamily.

****

The Challenger inched its way to a stop at the house on the street corner, the engine growling and grumbling louder as Keon tried to turn it off before it fell silent. Rhys looked out of the window to see a home that had to be at least a hundred years old. The trees and plants around it were so overgrown that the two story house peeked out like a moss covered boulder. The paint had been painted over so many times that it was like puffy paint and yet there were still visible sections where it was flaking off. The aged windows were heavier along the bottom, warping and distorting whatever was inside. The cement porch and steps were cracked and tilted with age and the narrow windows at the base that peeked into some sort of basement had frosted over from the cold. Rhys turned back towards Keon to ask a question but instead he got lips pressed against his own.

Keon held the back of Rhys's head with his hand, working his lips on his classmate's, feeling them still at first before they began to move with resurging vitality. Keon grinned, using his tongue to part Rhys's lips like the seas before dipping inside. He teased and flirted with Rhys's tongue before pulling back in contemplation.

“You taste like rainwater…" Keon said. Rhys said nothing, his eyes only opening half way, his cheeks rosy and his grin nearly ear to ear. Keon grinned at that and gave Rhys one more kiss on the cheek before he got out of the car. Rhys sat there, finally remembering to breathe. He thought that Keon's mustache might have been scratchy but it was so soft and comforting against his own upper lip. He suddenly fumbled with his seatbelt, getting the old buckle to release. The door creaked again as he got out and he almost slipped on the ice, trying to shut the door. It clanged as it latched and Rhys turned and skidded and slipped after Keon who seemed to be having no trouble on the ice. As Rhys moved up the steps he turned, seeing that further down the road it ended with a set of cement barricades and quite a view.

“Is that the old quarry?" he asked.

“Home sweet pit." Keon said, opening the front door to the old house. Rhys stepped inside, being hit almost instantly with a faint tang of musk and spice and age. Old wood paneling on the walls blended into brown shag carpeting, both looking like they were at least as old as Keon's car. For the moment the sunlight coming through the old windows was the only illumination that the room had. Keon pointed to the left, “That's my room. You can have it tonight." Keon said. Rhys blinked a little.

“Uh, I… I mean I can sleep on a couch or something, I don't want to impose." Rhys replied. It was remarkably fast thinking given the fact that what he actually wanted to say was 'I was picturing you using me as your blanket'. Keon shook his head.

“Nah, I got accommodations in the basement. Besides, don't you worry, we'll have plenty of time to spend together before bed." Keon said. Rhys grinned at that.

“I hope so." Rhys said. Keon grinned and moved back over, using his hand to tilt Rhys's head up before he leaned in and kissed him again. This time Rhys wrapped his arms around Keon's neck and let his tongue plunge into the taller boy's mouth. Keon murmured happily at that and lowered his hand, pulling Rhys against him. He began to gyrate his hips, pressing their groins together. Rhys blushed, knowing how hard he was. To his delight and relief, he found another erection poking back against him.

The wet and sloppy sounds of their making out filled the living room for several long moments until Keon began guiding Rhys backwards towards his bedroom. Their lips never parted for long, although Rhys started giggling with how silly and romantic it was. Keon grinned, his hands on Rhys's shoulders. Rhys managed to unhook his backpack and let it drop with a thump to the floor as they passed through the doorway and after two more paces he yelped as he fell backwards into the softest, deepest bed of his entire life. Blankets and sheets rose up around him as if he'd just landed in a vat of whipped cream.

Rhys grinned, thinking that Keon was going to jump on top of him. Instead, Keon knelt down on the floor in front of him. Rhys sat up, looking down to see Keon unbuttoning his pants with black painted nails. Had his fingernails always been painted? How could he have missed such a unique and interesting detail? How could he be thinking of anything other than the fact that his crush was undoing his pants!!! The button came loose, the zipper was drawn down. Keon folded them back. Rhys opened his mouth to object but Keon grabbed the bulging cotton wrapped fabric and gave it a squeeze, then another, then a third. Rhys moaned and whimpered, flopping back into the bed. Grinning with his victory, Keon pulled Rhys' boxers down to reveal a respectable, rock hard cock. Rhys slowly pushed himself back up again, breathing hard, looking at his dick.

Keon grinned, that black mustache curving as he did so before he leaned forward and let that strong, thick tongue out. He licked his way from the base of Rhys's cock up to the tip, running it around the underside of the head. Rhys dug his fingers into the soft bed, nearly hyperventilating. Rhys inched closer, spreading his mouth wide. He began to slide his lips down across the head of Rhys's cock, licking and coating the entire surface with saliva. There was a soft pop as he made it over the glans, inching his way down. When he got about half way down he stopped, pulled back to just the head and then plunged his head down again. This time he took three quarters of it in one go, letting Rhys' manhood slide across his tongue toward the back of his throat.

Rhys was amazed he was still upright, watching that beard framed face going to town on his dick. Up and down, up and down, faster and harder. The pressure of the suction increased. Rhys's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he flopped back helplessly. Keon kept sucking and slurping, his mouth starting to crash into the thick reddish brown bush around Rhys's dick. He reached up and began to stroke and caress Rhys's balls, feeling the heft and weight of the sack as he sucked him off. The curly haired boy was writhing in the bed, so plump it might as well have been a cloud. He imagined that they'd been boyfriends for months already, that he had gotten his ears pierced with those big rings, that he'd even gotten his septum ring. Maybe his nails were painted and he'd show up to school in his boyfriend's shirt and everyone would know they slept over, that they were an item, that they-

“Fffffuck!" Rhys moaned, cumming suddenly. Keon slipped back up until only Rhys's fat cock head was in his mouth and he collected the cum on his tongue. He let it marinate his teeth, savoring the flavor until he took a gulp and let it slide down his throat. Rhys lost all control of his body, sprawled out on Keon's bed. Keon tenderly licked him clean, kissed the tip of his classmate's dick and then pulled his boxers back up over the half hard erection. Rhys was only barely aware of the hands and knees sinking into the mattress around him until that large, warm, heavy body came down on top of him. Rhys moaned a little.

“You alright?" Keon asked softly.

“You're the blanket…" he whispered in turn. Keon grinned at that and laid himself across RHyss body, nuzzling against his neck. Rhys closed his eyes and let go of everything in the world other than Keon. No animosity or fear or doubt. Whatever he'd gone through until this point was worth it just to lead to this moment.

****

Perhaps it was human nature to expect the other shoe to drop, but Rhys had to keep reminding himself to stay in the moment because the moment was perfect. After more kissing and more cuddling, Keon had made them a modest dinner of hamburger patties and off-brand soda. They'd sat on the old beat up couch, Rhys in Keon's arms, close and content as if they'd been doing this for years already. Rhys had wanted to return the favor, to give Keon a blowjob or anything else he wanted, but how was he supposed to ask? Keon just seemed to be melting right into the boyfriend stuff. They'd watched a half dozen comedy shows on the old television as the light outside dimmed from gray to violet to a steely black. A few scarf covered lamps cast red and gold light into the room like mood lighting.

“You really don't… I mean, you don't have to give up your room." Rhys repeated again, looking back at Keon, a little taken aback. In the dim lighting it looked like his beard had climbed up higher on his cheeks and it was like there were streaks of gray in his long dark hair. Keon shook his head again, this time definitively.

“I know it's a weird arrangement, you just have to trust me. You can have my bed tonight, I already know you like it. I've got a set up in the basement that will work fine. You have to promise me that you'll stay up here until breakfast, okay?" Keon said. Rhys felt torn. How could he say no to someone that had given him so much in such a short time?

“Is it because of your parents? They might come home?" Rhys asked. Keon tilted his head from one side to the other.

“I mean, yeah, kind of." Keon said. Rhys swallowed at that and nodded.

“I won't do anything that will jeopardize this. I've never been this happy, I don't want it to end." Rhys said. Keon smiled a sad sort of smile, looking into Rhys's face as if he wanted to remember this moment forever.

****

Pop, snap, pop, creak… The old house was conducting a concerto to make itself known, startling Rhys awake every time he started to drift off. The fact that he was in another man's bed, wrapped up in his blankets would have been enough to keep him awake for days. It was a miracle he'd started to fall asleep, worn out from the sheer excitement. By the seventh time that the roof had 'settled' due to temperature changes, Rhys pushed himself back up and slipped out of bed, moving over to sit on Keon's desk chair. A little bit of light spilled in from the street light outside the window, illuminating the mound of clothes in the corner of the room and a bookshelf full of more DVDs and video games than books.

By now Rhys was fairly certain that instead of an angel and a devil on his shoulder, he just had one devil that looked like him and one that looked like Keon. The Keon devil was telling him to try on his boyfriend's underwear, if they could call themselves boyfriends at this stage. The Rhys devil was telling him that Keon had to be lonely down in that cold basement all alone, and even though he'd promised not to go down there… how could he leave his Romeo by himself? It was only a problem if they got caught, right?

Rhys rose to bare feet, still wearing his pants from school and the long sleeve t-shirt he'd had on under his hoodie.He eased the bedroom door open, peeking out with shrewd eyes, finding no changes. He advanced as quietly and stealthily as he could, peeking out of the old windows at both the front and side of the living room. The only car out there was still Keon's. With luck, that meant that Keon's parents were as far away as his own were. Licking his lips, Rhys crept out of the living room, across the cold linoleum of the tiny kitchen and set foot onto the stairs that led down into the basement. He hesitated for just a moment, knowing this was the point of no return. Taking a breath to steel himself, Rhys pressed on.

Step by step, Rhys descended into the unfinished basement. The wall joints were hollow, showing electrical conduits running along them. There were pipes and heating ducts running along a ceiling that was far too low. The outer shell of the basement seemed to be a concrete rectangle, though there were portions that looked to be made out of ancient stone rather than cement. In fact, one entire section looked as if it had been burrowed into and… and was growing mushrooms? Biig, thick, meaty looking fungus filled with rubbery white vents and glistening with a faintly amber looking fluid.

Rhys was horrified. How could he have made his boyfriend come down here instead of staying with him? He had to find Keon, to insist that he come upstairs and be with him. They'd explain anything they had to explain and… then he saw him. At the far end of the basement, one hand handcuffed to a metal pipe, was Keon… or at least something that looked a lot like Keon. The eighteen year old was sweaty and feverish, his skin reddened from an excess of circulation. Long, distinct stripes of gray ran through his long, sweaty black hair. His mustache was longer and thicker, but the bushy beard that had hugged his jaw was a good six or seven inches longer, slowly stretching out of his skin. Two more gray streaks came down from the corners of his chin, distinctly marking the beard.

Keon wore nothing at all. His shoulders were broad and bulging with muscle, dusted with unusually thick hair. Another thick forest dominated his chest. His legs were so hairy they looked like wool pants, but that wasn't what Rhys was drawn to. His eyes had followed the jerking movement of a huge, clawed hand as it raced up and down the biggest cock he'd ever seen in his life. It had to be a foot and a half long or more, and easily seven or eight inches wide. It was bloated, firm, hard, and drooling. The pillar stretched out from furry black balls the size of grapefruit. Keon was grunting hard, wincing as his ears stretched into points, developing fur across it.

“Rhys… Oh fuck, Rhys…" Keon moaned. Rhys froze, thinking for a moment he'd been caught… but no, he was still enveloped in shadows. This was Keon's fantasy, his wish. Rhys stayed there, not sure what to do. He heard more snaps and pops, this time coming from Keon's body as his ribs expanded and his legs lengthened. The hair on his arms and legs continued to grow thicker and softer, taking on the texture of fur. His nose darkened, the flesh taking on a cool, moist texture. “I'm so deep inside you…" Keon moaned. Rhys grabbed onto the wall for support, feeling a wet spot form in his pants from a sudden rush of precum.

“Keon…" Rhys whispered. Keon's dark eyes snapped open, glistening with moisture, the chain holding his restrained hand going tight.

“No, no, no… you weren't supposed to see me like this…" Keon growled, grunting suddenly as his biceps and triceps seemed to bubble and grow even larger. Rhys moved forward instead of back, coming up closer.

“You wanted me to stay upstairs to protect me…" Rhys said in realization.

“Yes…" Keon growled in turn, his words a little more difficult as his canine teeth grew sharper and thicker.

“Because you're a werewolf…" Rhys said. Keon winced.

“No, I'm… I'm a werebadger." Keon replied. Rhys blinked slowly.

“What?" Rhys asked. Keon exhaled.

“I turn into a badger, I'm a werebadger." Keon said, eyes downcast. Rhys took a step forward, then another step, reaching up to run his hand along Keon's thick, long, very bushy beard. Keon gasped, shuddering as if the act brought him physical pleasure. His huge cock began to drool thick yellowed semen and his claws stretched out from his fingers.

“See, I knew you were unique." Rhys whispered.

“It's not safe for you here. I want… I want you too bad." Keon groaned, his lower lips pushing forward as an inverted set of sharp teeth curved upward like orc tusks. Fur was encroaching up his throat and neck, having closed across his back and stomach. Rhys didn't pull away.

“I already told you, I don't want my life to stay the same way." Rhys said.

“And I told you that I'm a wild animal." Keon growled, his voice dropping deeper, pulling his one handcuffed wrist until the chain was tight.

“You invited me in out of the cold, you gave me your bed, you gave me my first blowjob… you tried to keep me safe and I'm sure you thought I'd run away when I learned the truth, but you did it all anyway. I've had a crush on you for years, but I know now that I love you." Rhys said. Keon leaned forward until the chain of his handcuff was tight. His face audibly popped as his jaw began to stretch forward, fur sweeping up where his beard trailed off. It sprouted across his forehead and down the length of his nose as it flattened and broadened into a muzzle tipped by black spongy nostrils. His interlocking sharp teeth were visible with a grin and his ears slipped up the side of his head.

“You'll be an animal… So horny you can't stand it." Keon whispered.

“I know…" Rhys said, breathing harder.

“You'll want to be dirty… in every way…" Keon growled.

“I want it." Rhys replied.

“You'll be mine." Keon purred, his face continuing to shift into a conical muzzle, his waxy hair flowing down over shoulders covered in grayish black fur.

“I already am." Rhys replied. Keon yanked his arm forward, ripping the handcuffs through the old pipe. Rhys turned away by instinct but Keon came down, biting into his shoulder with both his upper and lower fangs. Keon held his bite there for a moment before he opened his jaw, licking at Rhys' wound gently. Rhys swam with the mix of shock and pain and delight, though his eyes widened as Keon slowly rose up as much as he could. With the low ceiling, it was natural for the huge furry beast to drop onto all fours. His body was swollen with muscle and coated in thick fur, his ears twitching.

One huge paw grabbed Rhys around the waist and lifted him up. Rhys gasped in surprise, blood still leaking from the puncture wounds in his shoulder. Keon dragged him along halfway across the basement, dropping him into the spilled dirt that leaked from the hole he'd burrowed out of. The badger reached over and grabbed one of the mushrooms, snapping off a meaty hunk from the fungus. He brought it down to Rhys's mouth and pushed it in, forcing his mate to bite into it. Rhys wouldn't have been able to resist even if he wanted to and his teeth easily cut through it.

The flavor was incredibly odd, having a fruity, sickly sweet, dirty sock flavor. Rhys wondered for a moment why he'd been force fed something so disgusting until his tongue, nipples, cock and ass all got the message in the same moment. As Rhys began to lick his mouth clean, his teeth began to ache and throb, feeling hot and soft. His canine teeth stretched from the top and bottom, filling his mouth with wicked weapons. His skin began to tingle, his eyes dilated, his sphincter relaxing rapidly. The euphoria that flooded his body magnified tenfold. He'd been bitten, he'd been chosen, he'd been claimed.

Keon watched as Rhys reached up and broke off another hunk of mushroom, biting into it and chewing it ravenously. He grabbed at his shirt and tore it off, tossing it across the floor. He fumbled with his pants and kicked at them. The huge badger growled happily, grabbing a pant leg and tugging it off of him. Soil smeared across Rhys's sweaty shoulder as he rolled onto his good side and yanked off his underwear, looking back up at the hulking beast his crush had become… Massive, muscle bound, a fang filled muzzle with a black nose, gray stripes and an unruly mane of fur hanging down from his jaw.

Another wave of the mushroom hit Rhys and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head again. He sort of went limp onto the dirt pile, letting out a moan. Every muscle in his body felt like it was getting a deep tissue massage. That was nice, of course, but the massage coursed through his entire body from head to toe and every finger before all coalescing on a single spot; his ass. It felt like everything between his cheeks was blossoming, a symbol that he was ready. Rhys flopped himself over onto all fours and hiked his hind quarters upright, presenting himself to his mate. Keon, despite his size and obvious girth, was hesitant.

“I'm yours! Take me, Keon!" Rhys called out. The badger sniffed and snuffed before he padded forward. One large clawed paw wrapped around under Rhys's chest to hold him steady while the other three limbs supported his bulk. The large, drooling badger cock dripped silky slime down across his lower back, his ass cheeks and then down what would have been a cleft if it hadn't already opened so wide. In fact, Rhys's hole had stretched to proportions it never would have been able to previously.

Keon edged forward, feeling the rubbery meat start to stretch around his manhood. He slowly pressed on, dispensing his own natural lube as he went. He craned his head down to lick at the bite marks on Rhys's shoulder only to find that they were mostly healed, though a little pale where the flesh had knit itself together. Keon moved to root his nose through Rhys's curly hair instead, filling his lungs with the scent of his partner. Rhys knew his secret. In fact, he shared it now. Nothing would keep them apart. They could be open boyfriends in their last few months of school and then they would graduate.

Imagining all the sweet and raunchy things he could do to Rhys only inspired Keon to press on, thrusting in more and more of his dick. Rhys moaned out in delight, especially as one of Keon's fingers started to fondle his dick while holding him up. Even with the mushroom it would have taken someone with quite a lot of practice to fit a tool of that magnitude inside, but the bite was already having the intended effect. Every centimeter of Rhys's skin was hot, but the surface area was already expanding. Beneath that sheen of sweat his skinny boy physique was starting to grow. Smooth arms defined as biceps and triceps began to round. His boney shoulders gained meat, then muscle. His bones ached like the growing pains he'd had in his preteens, his arms and legs starting to stretch out longer.

Every breath filled his chest, letting it balloon outward. Every exhalation pressed out air, but his chest didn't shrink back. As his partner grew sturdier, Keon started to thrust harder and faster, working deeper. Rhys wasn't the frail waif he'd picked up at school. He was surpassing the captain of the wrestling team, bulking as much as the senior varsity football players. Rhys was groaning with satisfaction, feeling more and more of his belly stuffed with badger dick… but he wanted more. If this was what Keon was, if this is what life was going to be for them, he welcomed it all. He gritted his sharpening teeth, feeling his nose twitch. The hands he used to support himself began to crack and pop as his palms widened, his wrists thickened and his fingers lengthened. A painful pressure built and built, feeling as if it had no release until his fingernails suddenly stretched outward into ivory colored claws. Blood welled up along the edges until fresh skin webbed across them. His fingers continued to throb and ache, but this time as his fingerprints grew toucher and thicker, swelling outward into pads. Portions of his palm swelled too as new hairs sprouted from his knuckles and the back of his hand.

Rhys had always been known for his freckles, though it had been a journey. He'd been mocked for it in elementary school, jokingly nicknamed for it in middle school, and then had participated in some photography studies in high school that had made him feel okay about it. As complex as the patterns were, they seemed to pale as thousands of silky grayish brown hairs sprouted from his jawline. They came in rapidly, stinging slightly before feeling unusually soft. The hair pushed outward in natural waves, making him look as though he had the mature beard of someone much older than himself. Soon a split mustache formed, curving down around his mouth. The hair was a contrast to the thick curls on his head, at least until the color began to drain out of them as well, leaving most of his hair ashen and other portions white. The hair that had started in common areas began to spread. Soft velvety fur grew from his pits, his chest, and his ass cheeks. What hair was there naturally grew darker andd was joined by many more. Even his newly mutated hands were soon covered, save for the claws and paw pads.

Keon was grunting and growling happily, managing to get three quarters of his dick into Rhys, then more. He felt fur pressing against his chest and belly instead of flesh. He thrust even harder, rocking Rhys forward and back, feeling his partner's strength growing as his body did. More pops and snaps came as Rhys's spine lengthened. Rhys's nose twitched again, this time as the nostrils upturned and the flesh around them grew brown and then black, taking on a spongey, rubbery texture. Whiskers poked out from the gray fur on his cheeks. He hissed from his sharp teeth as his ears burned. The cartilage reshaped them into a teardrop shape, a point rising up higher before the ear flaps began to migrate, affecting his hearing as they moved.

The human melted away beneath Keon until it was a black and gray badger fucking a gray and white one, though each were nearly the size of bears. Their bodies moved rapidly, but they were far from done. Rhys took one paw down to find his heavy, pendulous cock. It had swollen and grown, but not enough. He stroked it with one paw and Keon added another. They coaxed it to stretch and plump and fatten. Keon handled it a little roughly, all but tugging on it. To Rhys's delight, it responded to his whims by stretching and stretching. Rhys drooled out of both sides of his muzzle, his balls swinging as they fattened up and hung down heavier and lower. Keon nuzzled Rhys's neck, lifting his other fore paw to slide it under Rhys's belly. The sudden shift in weight forced Rhys to slam his other hand down, using his arms to keep them both upright.

Keon began to hump more frantically, hilting himself inside Rhys's furry ass, using both hands to mold his boyfriend's dick like a potter with clay. What Rhys didn't know, what Keon was intent on taking advantage of, was that changes as a badger translated back to their human form. Keon was relying entirely on Rhys to keep them both upright and, as a response, his arms were continuing to bulk and grow, swelling with muscle. Thick cords of it ripped down across his shoulders, spreading down his back in v-shaped waves. Even more pleasantly, Keon was jerking Rhys off, feeling his cock get fatter and wider and thicker while stretching longer at the same time. Keon played Rhys's dick like an instrument. He played with the fat, meaty, mushroom shaped head, doting on the shelf like underside. He felt the thick veins bulging and enviable length.

Rhys sniffed with his new badger nose, his eyes getting used to staring down a muzzle. His paws were huge, his arms thicker, and he felt the hot head of his dick stretch past his belly button, his abs, and then bump against the thick, curved globes that were his pectorals. Rhys's brow furrowed in confusion at just what he was experiencing before Keon started driving his cock between them even harder, letting the mounds of muscle squeeze them from both sides. His cock slid forward and back with each thrust, compressed and massaged by fur lined flesh until Rhys realized that he was titfucking himself, He'd grown enough in every way that he was sliding his dick back and forth between his own muscled pecs.

One dick practically was slamming into his lungs, another running between his man tits, enough pounds of muscle and fur to crush Keon's car… All of it was too much pleasure, too much bliss. The two devils on his shoulders were having a party and Rhys couldn't contain it anymore. The extreme dilation that had affected his ass wore off just enough for his intestines to flutter around Keon's badger dick, milking the length. Keon groaned, growled, snarled and then hissed as he came. A new, fresh, sticky flood of warm goo rapidly filled Rhys's guts. His own body responded by releasing his own load, spraying out the sticky yellowed jizz into the dirt below him in thick globs and a rapidly growing puddle.

The two managed to stay upright for some time, cumming and orgasming, basking in each other's masculinity. When Rhys finally seemed like he was going to collapse, Keon let go of his dick and used both paws to drag him back away from the dirt and over to the corner he'd been nesting in before. There were blankets and torn up pillows and all of it smelled like Keon. Rhys slumped down into the pile, murmuring happily as Keon draped himself over the top. Once again, this handsome and aloof loner was his blanket. He'd been wrapped up in love and acceptance by the one person he held in more esteem than anyone…. And it also helped that they had fur coats of their own to keep them warm. Dark eyes slipped shut, a tangle of furry bodies slumbering in their underground den.

****

The school bell rang for 2nd period, the doors to the classrooms bursting as students filtered out of nearly every door to head to their next destination. Every stairwell was filled and a sea of bodies stretched from one end to the other. The one door that shouldn't have been occupied was the front door, but Keon was late as usual - and so was his boyfriend. Eyes darted up as Keon opened the door, stepping in from the portico. His long black hair was a little longer, hanging down lower on his shoulders. He'd upgraded to a black leather coat, his t-shirt underneath sporting a few extra holes. The bushy beard that hugged his jaw was fuller and longer, a few of the hairs having bleached out to a distinctive gray. The grin on Keon's face was new, but the reason why became obvious as he glanced back at the man walking in behind him.

Rhys had gained a good many attributes over the weekend. He was now six foot two, his curly brownish-red hair a completely untamed mane around his head. A split mustache branched off on either side of his upper lip and a chinstrap beard followed his jaw. It had a ways to go to catch up to Keon, but it seemed he was trying. Unlike the neutral and mild colors he'd worn before, Rhys now wore Keon's black and gray plaid shirt over a t-shirt that was failing to contain the meaty pecs and the thick arms he now had. Likewise, even with gray sweatpants, the exact curve of his thick ass and long dick were visible to any that did not divert their attention. As disruptive as his new mass was, though, the glint of the nose ring hanging from his septum drew more eyes.

“Rhys, is… is that you?" one of the other students asked.

Rhys ran a tongue over his oddly sharp teeth, brushing waves of his curly hair back to reveal one of his pierced ears too.

“Yeah, he's my boyfriend." Keon said. The other students seemed quite impressed, though a bit stunned still.

“I think I could get used to this. In fact, maybe I-" Rhys was interrupted as he turned his head by finding Keon's lips on his. He melted into the kiss, letting his lips part and their tongues wrestled once more. He could feel their power, filling every cell of their bodies. They were wild animals, always horny, filled with raw power and potential. Nothing was going to hold them back. Keon eventually broke the kiss, grinning a little as he saw the tiniest nubs of Rhys's lower badger fangs poking up for a long moment.

“Okay, getting to graduation might be harder than I thought…" Keon murmured.

“Well, let's just look at it this way… If we manage to make it to lunch, I'll let you suck my dick again." Rhys said gently.

“A-and if we don't make it?" Keon asked, a little breathless at the idea.

“Well, then you'll just have to suck my dick again in the bathroom before lunch." Rhys said. Keon reached up to rake his fingers through Rhys's thickening beard, making the other man shiver.

“But love, I'm thirsty now…" Keon said. Rhys tried to open his eyes but only got them halfway. Keon started to scratch harder, making Rhys melt against him and pop a rather large boner. “In fact, how about we go back to my car… We can take turns sucking each other off."

“And if someone sees us?" Rhys panted without opening his eyes.

“Let them be jealous of the two coolest, sexiest, most unique men they've ever seen… and dream that they could one day be a fraction as sexy as you are." Keon said, reaching down to grab Rhys's sweatpants wrapped cock and give it a few strokes before leading him back out of the school and into the cool winter air.