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Chapter 8

Recap

My name is Duke Gray and I’m finally on the road.

My stay in the small town of Grimmwood, Washington was eventful to say the least. My whole stay in Washington itself was eventful. I woke up in the middle of the forest an 8-foot, one-tonne muscle beast - my dream come true, you’d think - with a sentient tattoo as my guide. I ended up transforming and having sex with multiple guys from a loner doomsday prepper, said prepper’s shrink, a park ranger whose literal name was ‘Ranger’, a small-town Sheriff, a sizzling hot fireman and a grumpy EMT.

Each of them became a different kind of beast and I was always under the impression that the only way people could become beasts was if they were exposed to me and my fantasies.

As it turns out, that’s not the case.

Diesel Cooke actually hypnotized and transformed his nosy neighbor, turning him into a literal ‘good boy’. This means that not only am I the source of these transformations but also anyone that I’ve changed too. Good news is that they seem to have a modicum of control over it.

I couldn’t stay in one place and, armed with this knowledge, Dee and his group from Grimmwood are heading back to meet with Ranger and the others to let them know the news. I, on the other hand, am heading down to San Fransisco to find a way back to my home in Alaska. If I can figure out a way to reverse the curse, maybe things might still be controlled before they go out of hand.

My ticket to California - or at least part way - is the hirsute truck driver Raphael Rojas. Nicknamed the ‘Latin Werewolf’ because not only is he hairy but - surprise - he’s an out and proud furry! Yep, he likes anthropomorphic animals just as much as I do and sexualizes them. The fact that he can talk about it open to his coworkers and was actually excited to meet me says a lot. Being a secret nerd helps too.

The trip down to Oregon was made much easier because he was so accepting and understanding.

I just have to wonder how long that peace will last.

?

“Aaaaaand… we’re officially out of Washington!”

Raph threw up one hand into the air and then pulled the horn of the truck, sending out two blaring horns down the otherwise empty road.

I had always assumed that trucking down from one state or another would be boring or one of those things which mostly involved long, flat roads with empty stretches of land. I was half right. We were mostly on the highways and freeways with nothing but grassland and distant forests flanking Raph’s huge, red the truck with logo of the muscular werewolf flexing a bicep plastered on the doors, the words ‘Honk and Howl’ around it.

But Raph made the trip anything but boring.

After a haircut and some shopping for some spare clothes and a bag, I was on the road to Oregon with Raphael Rojas, the so-called ‘Latin Werewolf’. The plan was that we would pick up the cargo he was meant to transport in the next town over and then bring it down to Oregon - a little town near the border of the state and California on the coast called Farock. From there, Raph would drop me into the care of a friend of his who would take me the rest of the way to San Francisco.

I was still pretty suspicious of Raph in the beginning, not going to lie.

It just seemed really convenient that there was a furry trucker who was absolutely okay with travelling with someone who could effectively upend his life and transform him into any sort of furry beast because of my kinks at any given time. Most furries would likely jump at the chance but Raph was surprisingly level-headed about it.

For the first hour while we were shopping he told me how he was both apprehensive and a little reluctant for ‘the change’. During our time in public, he kept talking about it like he was about to change jobs or move to another country to avoid suspicion. He gave very valid points; not everyone was going to be a furry, he wasn’t sure how people would accept him, his job likely wouldn’t be the same and all sorts of other very valid concerns of what would happen if he suddenly sprouted fur and was 100% more bestial. Not to mention infectious.

“But I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t take the opportunity,” he concluded after every bout of doubt. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and the way I’m thinking about it, if it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, at least I tried.”

Maybe it was just the cynical part of me but I got the distinct impression of ‘false modesty’ from him. Like he was secretly hoping he’d get the chance to transform while pretending he didn’t really care. Still, I wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to finally get out of Washington and getting closer to getting back home.

Anodyne was, as always, my voice of reason.

“There are countless people in the multiverse. Each one has their own personality, background, goals and destinies. You can’t generalize someone just because of past experiences.”

To be fair, my ‘past experiences’ were with furries online and - let’s be honest - the fandom can be filled with all sorts of people. Anonymity of the internet, after all. Because few people will every know who you really are in real life, people often have the freedom to act however they want. Doubly so for furries because you’re adding another layer of separation from who you really are. There’s your fursona personality that has your online persona beneath that and only then do you get to the gooey center of insecurities and identity issues that is the person behind the fur.

Again, that was probably just the cynical part of me but in my experience, keeping layers between yourself and others was the default. I lied to my friends about my sexual preferences and where I’d go every Thursday night. I lied to my family about who I really was and what I thought about them. Hell, I lied to the universe about what I wanted more than anything in the world and got cursed for it.

Maybe I was even lying to myself about what that true desire was which is what’s caused so much confusion.

Raph, though, was quickly pushing aside all those preconceptions of clingy, cringe-worthy furries who would awoo at you and slide into your DM’s just to ask if your roleplayed or if they can ‘sniff your armpits’.

“So what’s your fursona?” I asked.

Raph blushed a little. Thanks to the thickness of his beard, I could only barely tell he was blushing because of what little skin was exposed around his cheeks. A couple more inches of facial hair coverage and he’d look like those ‘wolf-man’ pictures in circuses.

“Werewolf,” he stated bluntly. “I know, I know. Nothing really outstanding or crazy. When I was starting out in the community, I actually started out as a dragon.” He puffed out his cheeks and chest. “I think it was this whole thing where I wanted to be outrageous, really stand out and maybe there was a little bit of a relationship with my big, red truck spewing smoke all the time.”

The image of a burly, crimson dragon driving a truck across the country and belching flames out of the window instead of honking his horn was both amusing and brought about images of a post-apocalyptic Mad Max style scene. Weirdly enough, I couldn’t imagine Raph in the leather bondage gear of that style or doing something lewd with his ‘stick shift’. He just didn’t strike me as that kind of guy.

“What made you change?”

The hirsute trucker shrugged. “I guess I wanted a fursona that was closer to who I was. Not some outrageous fantasy creature that was as far from the real me as possible.”

“What’s wrong with wanting to be something that you’re not?”

“What indeed?” Anodyne teased. I made a point of reaching up and squeezing my arm where the construct was currently sitting out of view beneath the bright red long-sleeved shirt I wore with the buttons open over a white tank top.

“What about you, hermano?” he asked me, his hazel eyes glancing over in my direction. “What’s your fursona?”

It’s funny. If you go up to a person in public and ask them that very question they’ll either freeze up or look at you like you’re insane. You’ll never get a solid answer unless you’re in a furry convention. I guarantee that anyone else - even another furry - would have felt embarrassed to answer or to dodge the question. Even then, I still fumbled a bit before I responded. There was just something about Raph that made me comfortable to be… me.

Kind of like if he was comfortable to be out and proud not only as a furry but as a gay man, why couldn’t I?

“I’m actually a amorphous humanoid masculine humanoid.”

He gave me a puzzle look. “You mean… like your fursona is literally the ‘Your-Character-Here’ guy?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Pretty much. He’s got a few other features though.”

His name was ‘Itch’ - because ‘YCH’ - and because he was constantly changing ad adapting to different scenarios depending on what kink I was into at the time, he would scratch that ‘itch’ of mine in that instant. Perhaps reflecting a bit on my wide variety of desires and indecisiveness, Itch was a this teal-blue, masculine guy with blue eyes, no nose and a straight smile that could easily be drawn as a single line. While much more meaty and well-endowed than I am in real life, his whole purpose was to fit into any scenario and transform into any person/entity/character that I wanted him to become depending on what got my cock erect.

The unique thing about him was that many of his features would carry over into any alternate forms he took if he took them. He would always have a dick. His eyes would always remain the same color. He would also always have a Eastern dragon tattoo that crawled from his right shoulder down his right arm.

“Your online avatar has a tattoo like me?”

“That’s really cool,” commented Raph. “Never would’ve thought about anthropomorphizing the YCH guy but then again, that’s what our fandom is, right?” He let out a soft, gentle chuckle, ducking his head a little like he was laughing into his beard. “Do you draw?”

I held up my hands and shook my head. “Oh hell no. I mostly commission people. Don’t contribute to the zeitgeist.”

“Hey, commissioning other artists or writers to put your unique character in different scenarios and displaying it for all the people to see is still contributing.”

“Oh yeah? What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

I frowned at him and inclined my head to the side. “Really? Where do you find the time?”

He grinned at me and reached up to the ceiling of the truck’s cabin. There was a compartment there that he pulled open that had a laptop hooked to it. From all appearances, it was connected to the truck’s battery as well.

“Please don’t tell me you write while you drive,” I whimpered.

“Not in the traditional sense.”

Given a lot of his trips often take hours to complete and often times he is far from home as a result, Raph used a speech-to-text program to type out his scripts while he drove. Once he was back somewhere that he could actually sit down relax, he would go over what he had ‘written’ and edit them. Long hours were spent on the road so the trucker decided to make the most of it.

Sadly, I hadn’t read anything that Raph had written. Most of what he wrote about were romantic novels between furry characters and most, if not all of them, could have their characters transposed into human.

“I’ve always wanted to get into mainstream publishing,” he admitted. “Always dreamed of writing a best seller, you know? Kick start a global phenomenon and maybe even bring ‘furry’ into the mainstream. But that’s one-in-a-million chance and, these days, there are less and less people looking to sit down with a good book and read.”

“There’s audio books,” I suggested.

He chortled. “Good audio books are like genuine productions. You have sound-effects, good voice actors and the like. Hiring someone to do that is… well, that’s kind of tough. Plus, my target audience tends to be pretty small in the fandom.”

“Too much plot and not enough porn?”

He waggled his thick eyebrows at me. “You know it.”

“Why don’t you change, then?” I asked. “You’ve clearly done your market research. Why pander to a dying audience?”

His eyes glinted like he had been waiting for that very question. “Why give up your standards and soul just to make more money?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “That sounds like something from one of your books.”

“Stories,” he corrected. “I’ve never really published a ‘book’. Like I have a few long-running stories but never a book.”

“Send me your profile. I’ll have to give some of your stories a read. Are you on Far2Furry?”

Thus began the inevitable exchange of information. He showed me his profile - quite vanilla from the beginning - but then he showed me his ‘After Dark’ profile and suddenly, I was seeing pictures of his dick. Yes, he was that kind of guy. He had some art commissioned too for his stories - mostly depicting sexy scenes of his characters. This made me less ashamed of showing him the stuff that I had gotten over the years and what I was into.

Questions were exchanged. Some were the typical ones like ‘what got you into the fandom’, ‘when did you realize you were gay’ and all that sort of stuff. Checkbox questions that you ask every new furry you meet. The invasive questions started a little later. He asked me rather specific ones like ‘why do I like the idea of being hypnotized and turned into someone’s sex toy’. But the way he asked it seemed… academic. Like he was doing research for his book.

I wasn’t insulted or even ashamed of my answers.

In general, it felt like for the first time, I was talking to a friend and not a potential sex partner. Don’t get me wrong, Raph was hot. Looking at his arms and his thick legs, he clearly worked out. When asked, he said that spending 8-hours-plus on the road hauling cargo from one state to the other involved a lot of sitting. Whenever he got a chance, he would go to gyms and work out. The problem of course came with his diet. He couldn’t exactly find healthy foods on the road and most of it was slimy, greasy diner food. Hence the belly.

Still hot though.

Hot and desirable but weirdly… it was like I was talking to my innocent brother. I felt no inclination whatsoever to bed him even though incest was a turn-on for me.

“So I guess transformation really isn’t one of your kinks, huh?” I ventured. “Is that why you’re kind of okay with shipping me around?”

The trucker with the backwards baseball cap nodded. “I’ve seen a lot of it in the fandom. God knows, as an escape from reality, transforming into your fursona is basically mandatory for a furry but it’s never been a turn on for me. I don’t know why. I guess philosophically speaking, it’s like my character - Rojo - has always just been a part of me. Like he’s the other side of me. I don’t see myself turning into him and then suddenly being someone else.”

“A bit of a stark contrast with everyone you’ve met. They transformed and they took it as a new lease on life. An opportunity to start anew.”

“What about you?” he ventured. “If you got to change into your fursona - without all this stuff going on - how would you handle it?”

Again, there was that academic approach to his questioning. He was genuinely curious and I got no sense of judgment coming from the line of questioning.

“Considering how my ‘fursona’ isn’t actually ‘furry’ or any variation of the term and is basically just a representation of my willingness to try almost anything…” I shrugged. “… I honestly don’t know if anything would change. Best case, people might mistake me for Dr. Manhattan.”

“I do wonder…” Anodyne mused. “Is your dedication to an alternative personality and body that is noncommittal to any definitive form but also equally open to opportunity a reflection of your nebulous desires or your defenses to making sure no one - even yourself - knows what you truly want.”

My expression immediately soured. “Please don’t psychoanalyze me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Raph said apologetically. “I guess I’m just genuinely curious. One of the things I explore a lot in my books is the lives we’re given and the ones we choose. Above all other genres, furry literature deals with a lot racism and segregation. Whether it’s between herbivore or carnivore, cat versus dog or some other definition, we as furries tend to experience these divisions in its extremities. Might be because of the anonymous nature of the fandom in general or something else but I find it fascinating what people choose to become versus what they actually are.”

I snuggled up against the door of the truck, watching the road go by. “And you said that you weren’t into transformation.”

There was that soft chortle into his beard again. “I said transformation didn’t turn me on not that I wasn’t fascinated by it.”

He pointed a short distance ahead of us to a sign. “Oh hey, there’s a diner coming up. You hungry?”

Because of how much we had delayed with me shopping, getting cleaned up and then picking up Raph’s cargo - you wouldn’t believe how long it takes to actually hook up a truck - it was nearing sunset as we left Washington. My stomach was grumbling at me. The idea of hot food and a toilet stirred my guts into action. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to pee since we left.

“Starving,” I admitted.

It was one of those roadside diners that doubled as a truck stop. The enormous parking lot was placed out in the middle of nowhere right off the ramp of the highway with an easy return to the road right out of the lot. An hour or so of a commute separated the squat, one-storey facility from any form of housing. Several gas pumps were positioned off to the side with ones built for trucks placed even farther away from the diner itself.

Raph parked next to one of the truck-specific pumps and told me to grab us a table while he refueled. I left the backpack that I had purchased with the borrowed money in the truck’s cabin while keeping my new wallet securely in my pocket. There were times where I’d consciously leave my wallet at home because I never saw the need to bring it with me at all times. I lived in Alaska, after all, in a little-known college down. Everyone basically knew everyone else. Now, I was determined to keep the brown, leather wallet with me at all times. Not because I was in familiar lands but because it was a gift from Dee and my friends and lovers back in Grimmwood.

Just thinking about it made my heart flutter.

There was little time to dwell on the town and people I had left. Any longer and I would’ve been tempted to tell Raph to turn us around and drop me back ‘home’.

I pushed through the double doors into the diner. The ‘Backroad Stop’ truly lived up to its intention of being a diner and gas station. To my immediate right, closest to the gas pumps, was a convenience-store. Rows of snacks, dispensers for coffee and soda all sat in front of a single counter protected behind bulletproof glass. To my left were several booth-style tables with menus propped up between salt and pepper shakers sitting next to cases of toothpicks and sugar packets. The counter stretched from the left to right in one transition, allowing the cashier to move from servicing quick gas-and-go-type customers to sit-in-diners with ease. Just behind the red countertop which had a few stools parked in front of it was a full-blown kitchen.

There were only two people currently in the diner. One scrawny-looking guy that was probably my age parked behind the cashier and the other a portly man with a very obvious comb-over occupying the farthest seat in the farthest booth.

“Welcome to the Backroad Stop!” exclaimed the cashier with clearly forced enthusiasm. “Are you here to fuel up?”

“Fuel up and grab something to eat,” I answered. “Can I get a table for two? My buddy in the truck will be in shortly.”

“Of course!” The cashier moved across the one counter, passing through a door that separated the restaurant half from the gas-station. In the time he was briefly out of view, he had somehow slipped on an apron that was equipped with a little notepad, straws, utensils and anything a casual diner may ask as they sat down to eat.

“Grab a seat anywhere!”

I took up the middle booth, forgetting the urging of my bladder for a moment while I perused the menu.

“Can I admit that I am rather surprised?” Anodyne asked. “You’ve been in the company of Raphael for most of the day and not once have you felt the itch of your transformation, have you?”

Keeping my voice low while wrapping my hand partially over my mouth like I was considering what to order, I said, “I’m surprised myself. Raph is the kind of guy I’d go for. I’ve had my fair share of trucker fantasies. The most vanilla has always been just paying my way across the country by giving head to truckers. My most deviant was getting fucked by a trucker and turning into one.”

“Really now?”

“Yeah. I mean, look at me. I’m skinny, smooth and Asian. Becoming a thick, hairy, blue-collar worker is so far from my stereotype that the contrast alone is appealing.”

“I see. Perhaps that’s why you haven’t changed. Despite the physical differences, your similarities with Raphael curb that level of base lust.”

Certainly a possibility. I’ve never really felt a personal connection with any of my ‘victims’ until after we had done the deed. They were always alien to me, fascinating in their own way and perhaps there was a little spark of envy inside of me that wanted to be them and that was what triggered the transformation. Thinking about it now, I recall none of my friends back in Alaska every played a starring role in any of my fantasies. Not even as guest stars. Never had any sex dreams about any of them either.

What’s that old saying?

‘If you do a job you love, you never have to work a day in your life?’

I call bullshit.

The moment you turn what you love into your job, modern society will find ways to crush the fun out of any enjoyment you may have extracted from it. Bills, debt, deadlines and budgets alone will suck the life out of that hobby. Then comes expectation, the weight of popularity and the exposure. I’ve read enough comments and biographies of people who became famous or at least well-known enough that when other people started trying monetizing their talents or transposing their own opinions over their works that they quit the industry just to stay sane. Child actors come to mind.

The same could be said about my friends and family. Well… at least the latter. I enjoy their company too much to turn them into sexualized objects. For my family… They stayed out of my fantasies out of spite. They invade my life enough that I didn’t want their judgmental eyes into my sex dreams.

Just thinking about me getting that hyper-cock from Colin and then my father bursting in shouting at me that ‘It’s not big enough’ immediately soured my mood.

That brought me back to Raphael Rojas. He was a furry. Not only was he just a furry but he was an intelligent man who didn’t judge me for my kinks or shames. We shared a bond and I didn’t want to sully that with sex.

Was that really the key here? Just don’t think of people as sexy, live a celibate life and the curse would be cured or at least managed?

“Do you think that’s the answer?” I asked quietly.

“No,” Anodyne said miserably. “Not only do I believe that remaining sexless and without any form of lust a miserable way to live but this curse is not a static force. It is ever-evolving. You saw how it spread to Diesel. He can change others.”

“I thought the curse had to play by certain rules.”

“Correct. But it is where the rules are either poorly defined or not accounted for that the curse has the opportunity to wiggle through.” There was a moment where he was silent and he quietly crawled up to the back of my hand, just barely visible from the corner of my eye. “It brings to mind another of my ‘clients’ a long time ago. His was a curious case.”

Hearing Anodyne’s anecdotes of his past hosts was strangely comforting to me. Knowing others had gone through something similar to me sort of told me I wasn’t the only stupid idiot to fail to know what they really wanted at the time of the curse. Commonality through time and space.

“He was a powerful wizard and necromancer.”

Never mind.

“The man, more than anything, wanted to have his dead wife brought back to life. Typical story, really. Raising her from the dead using his necromancy seemed to work at first but when he realized that she didn’t really have the ‘spark’ of life as the creature he had animated was simply a facsimile of her that was implanted into her corpse based on what he remembered of her, he sought out other means to resurrect her.”

“The Ritual of the Beast,” I supplied.

“Exactly. No god would help him. Science had failed him and so had his necromancy. So he turned to something else. At this point, he had amassed vast resources and an army that had allowed him to gather the materials necessary for the Ritual and his four closest generals were there to be the conduits. His actions, had attracted the attention of hostile parties and they were moving in to end the threat he posed.”

I glanced off to the left and right. The cashier was brewing some coffee. Raph was just finishing up with the truck and moved it closer to the diner itself. Not much time to finish the story.

“Why?” I asked. “All he wanted was his dead wife and the Ritual would’ve given that to him. What ‘threat’ did he pose?”

“Not entirely sure what the ‘heroes’ were thinking. Perhaps all they heard was that the Ritual would give him his greatest desire and they automatically assumed that would mean conquest of the world. Or perhaps they knew what he really wanted and believed that once he had his wife, he would turn his attention to conquest. Either way, they sought to disrupt him and, in that, I believe they planted the seed of doubt in him.”

“He didn’t want his wife anymore?”

“He didn’t just want his wife anymore,” corrected the construct. “The Ritual demands utter and singular devotion to the desire that you demand of it. If any sliver of a doubt or hesitation remains when the wish is uttered, it fails.”

Little wonder I got cursed. I was drunk out of my mind. I wasn’t just doubting. I was probably out of my mind.

“What happened?”

“He was cursed. His wife was brought back to life as he had always wanted but at the cost of his body. He was doomed to be this ethereal being invisible to her while she was granted immortality. He was forced to watch as she was tormented by the ‘heroes’ simply for falling in love with a necromancer, fighting for her life, leading a rebellion against a monarchy, becoming an Immortal Queen and then obtaining a string of lovers and siring children throughout the ages as she devoted her life to becoming this Bastion of Light against a demonic force. To my knowledge, she still stands as this steadfast ‘living saint’ that guards a rift into some otherworldly realm.”

I breathed a sigh. “Heavy… What does this have to do with me?”

“My host was naturally quite annoying about his situation. He constantly tried to find ways to break free of his ethereal state. Early on, he realized he could possess others and that is actually what led him to helping his wife escape her jailors. However, the curse soon foudn a way around this by somehow twisting it so that every time he possessed someone, circumstances would lead that person to die within a short amount of time. As it evolved, it would kill the person within hours. Then minutes. Then mere seconds of possession. Ultimately, he used this to help his wife lead the rebellion and crown her the Immortal Queen. Then the curse seemed to make the Queen irresistible to men thus the string of lovers. He would kill the lovers by possessing them at first but when this grew inefficient, he used his powers to cause ‘accidents’ for said lovers. Then the Queen started becoming pregnant through unknown means.”

“Wait. I thought you said she ‘sired’ the children with the string of lovers?”

“No. I said she obtained a string of lovers and sired children. Two separate things. I believe the curse basically made it so that so long as she grew interested in a man and my host killed said man, that very same victim would be reincarnated as her son.”

I winced and this caught the attention of my waiter. He started moving from around the counter towards me. “Ouch…”

“Indeed. When he decided to stop killing people and understanding he couldn’t kill his wife’s children, he resigned himself to his fate. That’s when the Queen became a bastion against the demonic invasion and he was forced to watch as she risked her life over and over again, never taking on another lover, and fighting against the very forces of darkness.”

“How’d it end?” I asked quickly.

“The demons could see his soul. They revealed him to her and realizing that he was the cause of the misery in his life, she slew him once and for all, setting his soul to rest. At least I think so. I’m not sure. A demon may have devoured it. I had left at that point as the curse was over.”

There was a bitter taste in my mouth that needed desperate cleansing. When my waiter arrived, Raph had as well. He saw him and bounded over, waving and beaming brightly. The cashier, a skinny guy about 6’5’’, lanky as a bean pole and cleanly shaven with a manbun, saw Raphael and his brown eyes immediately went wide as saucers. A light blush touched his freckled cheeks and he stepped aside to let Raph take a seat.

The guy - his name tag said he was ‘Wally’ - stared for a good long while as I handed Raph the menu. About a whole minute later of him staring openly, I cleared my throat and he knocked himself out of his stupor with a shake of his head.

“C - C - can I get you folks a nice drink?” he asked.

“Seems that while you may not be drawn to Mr. Rojas, our waiter is.”

Couldn’t blame him. Raphael was a catch. I wonder if any of the stories he wrote involved romances between a trucker and a diner waiter. Like maybe the trucker had a one-night stand with the waiter but because his routes took him down the same road over and over again, they’d keep hooking up until emotions eventually started building. Corny as fuck but I suppose I could get behind it if we threw in some dirty sex in there and didn’t just skip that scene entirely.

“Can I get the strawberry lemonade?” I asked.

“Coffee,” Raph grunted, flipping the menu over. “And I’ll get the steak burger with salad.” He winked at me. “Trying to watch my carbs.”

Holding up two fingers, I said. “I’ve starving so I’ll have two hot dogs. Just one helping of sides please. The steak fries.”

“Coming right up!” exclaimed Wally. He turned around, showing off his lean figure an headed to the kitchen. To my surprise, he was the one starting to cook. It looked like he was getting most of the meats ready before he left them alone and prepared our drinks, getting them to us within thirty seconds.

Seeing the bubbling red, carbonated drink in front of me reminded me of the needs of my bladder.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I said. “Don’t eat my hot dogs before I get back.”

Raph grinned at me. “If I ever want to get double stuffed you know it wouldn’t be with anything as plebeian as ‘hot dogs’.” Winking over at Wally who was standing there, blushing and with mouth hanging open, he added, “I prefer bratwursts.”

I chuckled at our waiter’s stammered response before I headed to the bathroom which was right behind the last corner booth where the portly guy was sitting. I took up the closest stall, closed the door, locked it and proceeded to relieve myself. It was only a minute later, as I was shaking myself to get the last drops out did I hear muffled whispering from the other side of the wall. Apparently, these walls were not very thick.

“… you. What have I told you about flirting with our customers?”

“It’s not like that, father,” came Wally’s response. “He was just… just making jokes.”

“If you’d dress like I told you and got rid of that ridiculous woman’s haircut, you wouldn _’t be attracting_ his kind._ ”_

I reeled back in surprise. “What? Truckers?” I asked softly.

“Father, it’s called a ‘man bun’ and men in this day and age have them. Also, you don’t know if he is… is…”

“A faggot?”

There was a loud hiss which I think was Wally shushing his dad. “Not so loud. What if he hears you?”

“I don’t care if he hears me, Junior. Let him hear. The only thing I want from him is his business. Then I want him and his slut out of here.”

For the second time in the last fifteen minutes, I was taken aback. Was that how it looked to the rest of the world? Big, burly Raph and his slutty, effeminate arm candy? The sugar daddy and his ho? Now that I thought about it, I was playing right into one my fantasies - the trucker and his hitchhiker passenger who would play with blowjobs and ass.

My cheeks went red and I slumped onto the toilet, my throat closing up like I was having as asthma attack.

“Feed them and then get them out of here. I don’t want their gay stinking up the place.”

“Yes… Father.”

Those last two words were kind of ironic. Here I was, in the toilet stall right next to this bigoted asshole like I was trapped in the confessional in a church. Part of me wanted to come bursting out of the toilet, proclaiming proudly that I was gay and a furry and that this man had no right to treat me that way or even talk about me like that behind my back… but there was reason why I was sitting in the stall, head in my hands and eyes shut fighting back tears. There was a reason why I was cursed.

Because it was easier to hide who I was and what I truly wanted from the world than to demand everyone else acknowledge me for me. I could never be like Raphael who was out both as a gay man and as a furry. Those were two closets I would couldn’t step out of except for dark nights when no one was at home.

Interestingly, this wasn’t the first time that I had sat in a dark corner having a panic attack over whether or not I had been discovered and what the consequences would be. How many times had my brother, King, suddenly decided he was coming over to my dorm and I was panicking over whether or not I had hidden my porn on my laptop well enough? How often did Prince decide he wanted to ‘talk’ and I purposefully stalled while I prepared all my conversation starters and lies to avoid telling him what I was really up to and who ‘Itch’ was. How long have I lived under my father’s house pretending I didn’t like men and took every pain ever to hide those times when I was alone at home and jacked off like a maniac because those were the only times I was truly sure no one was watching?

Of course, those times had ended with me eventually gathering my courage, my plans and my contingency plans and facing winding a way to deflect the problem or avoid the issue.

This tie, though…

… well, I blacked out.

And we all know what that means.

Yep.

I transformed… again.

?

The smell of piss and loud incessant knocking woke me from my dreamless slumber. My first instinct was to reach for my head but in doing so, I immediately felt my elbow scrape against the walls of the admittedly wide bathroom stall. Confusion was quickly replaced by panic as the familiar blue fur filled my vision and sensory information came rushing back from the hefty weight of muscles beyond my wildest dreams. The only other thing that was out of the ordinary was the tightness of what little clothes remained on my body bestial body. This came from the spaghetti straps that had once been my jacket clinging to my traps and my G-String which had been my jeans. How it someone maintained a hold over my cock was a mystery and yet there it was; my sheath and bulge somehow being held back by the soldier that was my pants.

“Sir?” came Wally’s voice from the other side of the booth’s door. “You’ve been in there a while. Are you alright?”

Panic coursed through my veins as did bolts of confusion. How had I transformed? What fantasy was this? There was no sense of arousal. No pretense for sex apart from maybe being in the stall of a truck stop diner. Was that all it took for me to get going? Was I really that much of a slut?

“Stay calm,” Anodyne soothed. “Allay his concerns.”

“Yeah,” I grunted. “Just… Just had to take a really big dump. Been in that truck for hours and was a little backed up.”

“I… I see. Well, I’ve got your hot dogs ready. It’s at your table.” There was a pause. Likely the helpful waiter looking to get some sort of response from me. When I didn’t provide any, he continued with, “Just let me know if you need any help, okay?”

“Thanks.”

My keen ears picked up Wally’s retreating footsteps and the creaky door to the restrooms opening. I wasn’t 100% sure that he had departed but that would have to wait. Now I needed an escape plan.

“Do you still have the phone that you got before departing Washington?”

Of course! That little shopping spree with what little money Diesel had given me was enough to get me a cheap phone. With my clothes exploding all around me, my wallet and phone were scattered all over the floor. There was no time to be concerned about hygiene as I managed to squeeze my huge bulk down towards the ground and swipe both articles from where they sat. Thankfully, they hadn’t slipped beneath the stalls. The phone looks so tiny in my huge, blue paw.

“Tell Raphael to make a distraction. Then we can slip out the back.”

“Good idea.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time something like this has happened to my host.”

That story would have to wait until next time. Calling Raph would be far to risky. If Wally was in close proximity - considering how thin the walls were - he might overhear. So it just had to be an incessant barrage of texts with the hope that he’d see.

‘Help,’ I typed. ‘I TF’d on the toilet!’

God, that had to be one of the corniest and dumbest titles to a furry comic or story and yet here I was, living it.

Within seconds, I saw that Raph had read my message and he was typing out.

‘What?’ he demanded. ‘How? Did you get a rise from the abuse that guy served to his own son?’

My panic was momentarily derailed as I processed those words. ‘You heard that too?’

‘He wasn’t exactly subtle. There’s no TV or radio on here and no other customers. His voice carries.’

That made sense and spoke a lot about Wally Senior’s awareness of his own establishment. Either the owner knew that his voice carried or genuinely didn’t care. I refused to believe someone like that was just blissfully ignorant of how loud his voice was.

‘I’m in the stall on the other side of his booth. I heard him through the walls.’

‘I am so leaving a bad review of this place,’ commented Raph. ‘Need me to cause a distraction or something?’

‘Yes please! Something so that I can get out of here. And no, I cannot fit through a door and I don’t think I can smash through the walls.’

‘As hot as the latter is, that’d cause an even bigger distraction. Hang tight. Meet you out back behind my truck.’

Given that I was eight feet tall now, it was fairly easy to peek over the top of the bathroom stall just to make sure I was, in fact, alone. Much to my relief, I wasn’t stuck. The amount of hilarity and embarrassment that would ensue from being squeezed inside the stall barely naked would be enough to turn my blue fur bright crimson. Though it did take some maneuvering and sucking in my gut - not to mention shuffling to my side so I could get out - I managed to wiggle free. My horns grazed the ceiling lightly so I was forced to duck a little. A grimace left my muzzle as my cock strained against my jeans. A few loose strands snapped, heralding an eventual explosion of man-meat.

Not too long afterwards, I heard a commotion from the dining room.

“Fuck!” someone shouted. Wally Senior given the deep, gravelly tone that I had long associated with chain smoking. “He’s choking!”

The old ‘choking routine’. A classic. I had to wonder mow much of a good actor Raph was given how honest he was with his life outside of human convention.

“Goddamnit, Wally!” barked the senior. “Get out of the fucking way!”

I cracked the door to the diner proper open just a little bit to make sure that no one was looking in my direction. Somehow, Raph had managed to make sure everyone was turned away from the bathroom. Wally Senior had Raph in the Heimlich maneuver while his son was telling him the dangers of the technique. There was a real contrast between the old generation and the new in plain sight while a man was ‘dying’.

Philosophic discussions aside, I crept out of the restroom, keeping my profile low and close to the ground. There was something to be said about how an eight-foot, one-tonne behemoth could somehow maintain stealth just by crouching and yet, I managed to sneak into the kitchen without being accosted by either of the establishment’s staff members. I was out the back door of the kitchen and hurrying over to Raph’s truck.

There was a loud crash that made me stop halfway through. In the near-darkness of twilight, I peered back into diner. Raph was back in his seat, looking red in the face and clutching his throat but seemingly fine. Wally Senior was aggressively pointing at the door and was yelling at his son. For a brief instant, it was like I was standing outside of my own body and the actors in the diner were replaced by myself and my father. How many times had dad berated me in front of a complete stranger in public like that? The poor guy who was the object of the argument was desperately trying to become invisible while dad, red-faced, screamed and yelled over something so trivial that would eventually lead to some tangential course of his general disappointment in me. It had occurred so many times before that they all blurred into one homogeneous mess.

Fuck. If he saw me at that point, he wouldn’t be shocked, horrified or even try and reach for a gun to kill me. He’d just go on one of his long-winded rants that would reduce me into a puddle of shame that just wanted to melt into the ground, vanish into the soil and be reabsorbed into the earth to start anew if it meant that I wouldn’t have to meet those scathing words or constantly have the memory of that rant jab at me while I was trying to sleep in the middle of the night.

I could only sympathize with Wally Junior but that was all I could do. I turned and bolted, staying as far away from the diner as possible and remaining hidden behind Raph’s truck.

“You realize that you’ll have to confront them eventually, right?” Anodyne asked, slithering up my chest.

“How do you figure?”

“From what we’ve gathered so far, the only time you’ve ever been able to revert back into human form is if you somehow transform everyone that has seen or been involved in your curse. You didn’t change back into a human after first revealing yourself to Diesel but that was because both Colin and Gunnar had seen you for who you were. Only when all three were transformed and likewise cursed did you change back.”

I grimaced at the thought. I honestly didn’t want that bigoted Wally Senior anywhere near my dick. Wally Junior maybe. He’s got his new-age-cool look about him and he looked kind of cute but not really the kind of man was I was into. Still, one of my greatest fantasies was watching a twinky guy blow up into a huge meat mountain so maybe that was the scenario being played out here?

“What if it has nothing to do with them?” I prompted. “What if it’s Raphael?”

“So much the better. Would still make the rest of the trip somewhat difficult given we still have many miles to go but it’s a possibility.”

Not to mention that I would severely disrupt Raph’s life. I don’t know why he volunteered for this suicide mission. No matter what happened, he was going to lose his life as a trucker. If he got transformed or not would play heavily on him.

“What if I don’t transform back?”

“You run the risk of discovery.”

Sat down on my haunches, curling my knees up to my chin and wrapping my arms around my shins. “I think I’d rather be afraid of being discovered than constantly having to wonder if and when I’ll transform. I mean, I didn’t want to fuck any of the people in that diner and I still transformed! I can’t be about time either! I was unchanged for a while but I think I lasted longer as a human while I was with Dee! There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to why all of this is happening!”

“That’s not true. There is a rule. We just haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What’s to figure out!?” I roared, leaping to my feet and flashing my claws at some invisible foe. “I’m cursed! I’m fucked! I’m just a mess, a disappointment that only fucks things up! Why hide it anymore!?”

I snarled angrily at myself and clutched my dick through my strained pants. “Why fight what I am?”

Why couldn’t I just be like Raph - free to be him?

“Duke -”

I ignored Anodyne and ripped what remained of my pants clear off, revealing my plump, blue sheath. Precum was already oozing out of it and within moments, a good two inches of my cock was already slipping out. I clutched it, the warmth radiating from my member stoking the flames of the anger that was thrashing in my heart. That conflagration was so intense that I didn’t even notice when one of the Wallies rounded the corner of the truck and got a face-full of my precum.

I only had about half a second to recognize the victim of my ejaculate to be Wally Junior. Would it really have mattered if it was one or the other? Despite my prior statements and roars of rage, self-preservation kicked in. The moment I came back to my senses, I immediately reached out for Wally without actually knowing what I was going to do. All I knew was that I couldn’t let him go to the police or go screaming off into the woods.

Naturally, he panicked and immediately turned around to flee. My reach was greater so I managed to grab him, wrap my paws over his face and pull him back behind the truck to avoid his dad from seeing. I guess my mistake was holding him against me because my semi-engorged meat has somehow managed to slip up the underside of his shirt, slightly touching the small of his back.

That instant of contact was all it took.

A lightning bolt of pleasure and ecstasy shot throughout my entire body. It was akin to the feeling of feeling your cock grow erect for the first time and I mean that in both the ‘oh-my-god this feels really good way’ and ‘oh-shit what is happening way’. The immense delight that came from the sensation was that infinitely looping sensation of desire and relief. Every inch of my rising cock sent a wave of release up to my brain that only caused me to want more. So my dick grew harder, riding up Wally’s back and lifting him up off the ground. At the same time, the feeling was weird and… alien. By now, I had felt my dick grow hard multiple times before in this form so when I say that I knew the feeling of my cock getting hard, trust me when I say that I knew the feeling intimately.

But this… this was different.

It was growing differently. More mass was added to my rising manhood and it shook and twitched in ways that I didn’t anticipate or even fully control. At the same time, as it grew, the amazing sensations grew more and more intense; like I was stretching muscles that hadn’t been used in ages.

It was when I felt the gurgle of a stomach that wasn’t my own did it suddenly click what was happening. Through my bleary eyes glazed over by lust, I looked down and watched in a mix of horror and amazement as the length of my dark dick was fused with the small of Wally’s back. My blue-black flesh was plastered onto his spine like someone had smeared a large amount of paint on his back in a huge glob that was now dried to the point that it had formed that oxidized skin. The sensations I was feeling were my nerves connecting with his. The twitching were his legs and limbs desperately flailing to break free. The gurgling was his stomach.

I felt him breathe through my dick - as strange as that sentence may sound. His panicked breathing was a dick pump that pulled more and more of my member into him. The black flesh of my dick crawled further and further up his spine, connecting to more and more of his nervous system until I could feel the tip of my member brushing up against the base of his neck.

In that instant, I realized what this was.

It really was a fantasy… possibly one of my more depraved ones. In the many, many juvenile times I have fantasized about running away from home, I ended up in a truck stop or diner. There, I would be accosted by a big, burly beast. I was free. I could finally be whoever I wanted and sucking off the dick of a stranger was something I had always want to do. So I did it… only the man I was giving head to was a different kind of predator. He would push me against his dick, my nose buried into his dense bush… and then his cock would dig deeper into me, the pulsing of his member matching the racing of my heartbeat until they became one. My eyes would close permanently and bit by bit, I would become his cock. I’d cum for the last time before all of my orgasms would forever be dictated by him. He’d orgasm, I’d feel it rock my whole body because my whole body was his dick. Then he’d walk out as if nothing happened, eager to test out the few extra inches to his already monster cock that I had given him.

True to my curse though, I didn’t get to be the cock.

Wally had that unfortunate pleasure.

Didn’t mean it didn’t feel good to me either. My nerves connected with his head and all that fear, all that panic and adrenaline that was pumping through his veins were turned into the cocktail of chemicals that gave us pleasure. His eyelids fluttered and his whole body shuddered, shaking my cock which spread its infection throughout his body.

My blood vessels connected with his. The rush of our bodies becoming one weakened my tree-trunk legs. I fell to my knees, clutching him around the waist. He grew more and more rigid, his spine now following the natural curve of my cock. Whether it was my will or his, he hastily undid his belt and apron, letting both fall to the ground to reveal his throbbing member. I could feel his arousal along with mine. It was still very alien - like having two cocks next to each other. When my dick would spasm and encroach further into his body, his cock would quake a second later and spew so much precum that it shot a clear, slimy line out in front of us.

His bare ass pressed up against my engorged balls. There was a moment when his cold flesh touched my molten fur. That shock made us both flinch. Somehow, I managed to bite back a gasp but Wally wasn’t so restrained. The only sound that came from his lips, however was a gurgle as precum erupted from his throat and out of his lips. There was a second of panic again. The blue fur of my sac quickly wrapped around his ass, absorbing the bony rear into its mass. My balls visibly inflated with each pound that it consumed. I don’t know the exact biological or anatomical sciences involved but somehow, my precum somehow connected directly into his lungs. That panic doubled when he was suddenly filled the terrible sensation of drowning and he began coughing and spluttering my juices in a desperate attempt to empty out his airways.

Hate to say it, but that only accelerated the transformation because to me - and him - it was like clenching your dick to push out more cum; an intense form of edging. Within seconds, his lungs lost all functionality and his diaphragm became a just part of my dick that I could clench and release to pump more of my juices through its length. He was no longer choking. Instead, jets of precum were erupting from his lips while he became the focal point of my pleasure.

My balls continued to grow, swelling up to the point where I was forced back onto my haunches. His thighs pressed up against them and just like before, his mass was sucked into the sack. Strangely, his impressive seven-inch cock remained erect and shooting its own load even as his legs were dragged into my ever-growing balls. His own testicles were quickly absorbed into my own and within seconds, he was shooting a steady stream of precum in a high arch. The pressure of so much my juices couldn’t be alleviated from a comparatively small point but he still tried.

He grabbed his cock, desperately jacking off with his fingers being lubed up by our combined precum. His knees vanished into my balls just as the black flesh of my cock completely consumed his waist. Thick, pulsating veins crawled up from the base of my member, rising up to smoothen out the bones and muscles of the human to be more aligned with a typical member.

The heaving of his stomach and other internal organs faded, becoming the tubes and spongy mass of my cock. A grunt left both of us as we both bucked, jets of thickening precum erupting to splatter across the parking lot concrete. The dark flesh of my member crawled up his torso, smoothening out the rest of his chest while pulsing veins pumped more of my blood and arousal throughout his body. Strength left his arms and his desperate pumping of his cock became weaker and weaker.

I reached down, grabbed his cock in my paw and picked up where he left off. A loud gurgling left his throat which I roughly translated to some form of thanks. His arms shrank into the sleeves of his shirt while the same shirt bulged and contorted to the form of an enormous dick. The seams split right down the back, finally freeing him from the confines of clothing.

His neck was quickly swallowed up by the dark flesh of my member. The manbun and what hairs on his head dropped from his skull, leaving him bald and exposed. Sensitive flesh rippled up from his neck. I couldn’t resist the temptation to reach up and stroke his head as it reshaped like putty in my paws into the point of an enlarged version of my member. I could feel his desire, his brain giving over to my lust and quickly being replaced with the biology of my genitals. His eyes shut, eyelids fusing into his flesh while his skull was turned into mush that was quickly sent gushing out of his lips. Lips that were quickly consumed into the head and glands of my cock.

All at once, the rush of orgasm hit us both like a truck. I could still feel him somehow in me; like a distant voice radiating from my genitals. The moment his head was completely consumed by my member, the last barriers between us broke down and all of his frustration, sexual desires and repressed hormones came rushing at me. He had been wanting to cum for a long while but both me and the curse had prevented that. Now nothing was standing between us and orgasm.

I bit back a roar as hot cum erupted from my balls. It immediately shot out of his member which still stuck out like a baby brother to my monster of a cock. The euphoria of release was no less amazing and a streak of white splattered the concrete in front of us. But that was only a slight detour for the main event. A tsunami of cum barreled up my member and came blasting out in a geyser that I had no control over. All I could do was hold on for dear life as my seed exploded out of my dick and send me crashing against the back of Raph’s truck.

It took all of my restraint to grit my fangs and not scream. My vision blurred and my claws dug into the metal of Raph’s trailer. There was just a continuous stream. Unlike my previous moments of pleasure, there were bursts but this time, it was just like my cock was a firehose and it was turned to full blast. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized this was because was cumming for two people.

My lungs burned and I realized for the last minute and a half I hadn’t been breathing. I took a sharp intake of breathe and then braced myself. Jets of cum continued for a whole five more minutes before the flow began to ebb. A sigh of relief left me as I could finally slump back to my knees, heaving even as my dick continued to spasm and shoot more and more cum until it felt like my genitals were determined to shoot my balls out. My cock ached with need and refused to go down.

That was definitely Wally’s doing.

I fought off unconsciousness and was relieved when I heard Raph approaching in a rush. He rounded the corner and froze for a second. Just like when he had first seen Diesel back in Grimmwood, he only hesitated for that one moment. Then he was back to his casual, analytical self.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” he chortled. “You could’ve at least waited until we found a motel or something before you unleashed your load. That poor waiter is going to have to clean this up.”

“About him…” I panted, pointing at my erect cock. “He’s the one that made the mess.”

Raph’s expression twisted into confusion. “What do you mean?”

“My curse… I… I turned him into my cock.”

There, Raphael’s jaw dropped and he stared at the enormous, throbbing member in front of me. “You… You mean he…?”

“Yeah.”

The trucker slapped his forehead, eyes wandering from the base of my enormous five foot member to the long stream of cum that had exploded all over the parking lot.

“Deos mio…”

?

There are so many people out there that wish for hyper-cocks and balls. It’s ridiculously common in the fandom. In fact, you have so many pictures and indeed stories about people with dicks half their body in size and length that just walk around casually like it’s nothing. To be honest, it’s kind of hot. I don’t think I would’ve been able to fill Colin’s swimming pool if I didn’t think so.

But now that I had a comparatively smaller pair of genitals to what I had then and I was struggling to stand up… I realized my greatest enemy isn’t my horniness… it’s physics.

“Fuck!” I cussed loudly, staggering forward again. Despite being eight feet tall, the mass that Wally Junior added to my genitals basically made it so that my balls had to permanently be extended out in front of my knees - meaning every step I took caused my knees to knock into the pendulous wrecking balls - and my cock was now permanently erect and impeding my vision. The huge, black piece of meat was like a persistent telephone pole hell-bent on appearing in front of me and slamming into my face just for comic relief. The added weight wasn’t unbearable but I was unused to it.

Ever tried walking with a boner? Yeah, it’s like that times a hundred. Doesn’t matter if I was naked. The damn thing was constantly begging for me to fall over and ejaculate all over the parking lot. I’m pretty sure that was Wally in there, though.

I could feel him… like a ghostly presence or a subconscious itch stronger than normal. He was begging me to cum. All he felt was the immense pressure of near-orgasm and the constantly, arousing touch of my paws on my meat as I tried to balance myself. I had other forms of stimulation but for him, it was just the constant sense of being a cock. When your entire being is centered around spewing your seed… well… what else could you do?

Never thought I’d actually fight not to cum.

“Come on,” urged Raph, gesturing for me to the truck cabin. “We don’t have much time.”

Apparently, Wally’s dad had been so pissed at his son for offering no help while Raph was ‘choking’ that he told Wally to ‘go home’. Hence why Wally was unfortunate enough to have found me. That didn’t mean that Wally Senior might not start looking for his wayward son.

I waddled over to the truck cabin, one paw cradling my oversized balls and the other pressing my cock against my chest. I swear, Wally twitched and jerked upon touching my pecs, drooling precum all over my head. Upon approaching the door, both Raphael and I realized there was going to be a big problem.

Raph’s truck was one of those designed with a bed above the main cabin and enough room for rudimentary supplies. Despite this, there was no way I was going to fit inside let alone my dripping dick. Come to think of it, I wondered how the hell I ever managed to fit into any car back in Grimmwood. Might’ve been because those cars had back seats.

“The trailer,” Raph said quickly, bolting back towards the back of the truck. He unlocked the trailer and swung it open. The strong smell of varnish and different kinds of wood that had been locked in an enclosed space with little air circulation and jostled about for hours hit my nostrils. The overpowering smell was a welcome relief from the odor of precum. There was irony in the fact that he was shipping wooden furniture across state lines and I was being thrown in there with my enormous redwood of a dick.

I scrambled inside, the trailer groaning audibly with my added weight. Raph closed the door, locked it and I crouched in the far back; as close to the end of the trailer as possible and being sandwiched between an ancient-looking dresser and a wooden entertainment center straight out of IKEA. My questions about what kind of people would keep such clashing designs were interrupted with the roar of the engine. Back in the cabin, the starting engine was somewhat muted - still loud but muted. In the trailer, it was a roar of a waking dragon.

I held on tight as Raph carefully navigated us out of the parking lot. Wondering where we were going, I squatted down, crossed my legs and tried to calm myself so that the raging erection that demanded my attention would finally go down. Wally seemed of a different mind.

Now that there was nothing to distract me, the only thing that was bouncing around in the empty head of mine was Wally’s desire to cum. Imagine that feeling of browsing through your porn folders and various videos searching for that perfect thing to get off too only to get tired because of your aching dick and just jerk it off to a blank screen. Impatience, a desperate desire for release and a fiery heat radiated from my monstrous dick. There was nothing stopping my paws from seizing my cock and stroking the thick, vascular pole.

The rest of the world faded from around me as my entire focus became to pleasure myself - more specifically the monster sitting between my legs. Ordinarily I’d fit some nipple play or even play with my own ass a little but Wally just demanded so much of my attention that he basically hijacked my body.

I toppled over, resting my body against my dick. My feet straddled the enormous member and I used my entire mass to dry-hump the pole into the floor of the tailer. It was basically an out-of-body experience. My entire body were no longer under my control and I just felt all the sensations radiating from my loins. The rumbling of the trailer only helped my impending orgasm. There was no stopping it and, at the same time, I didn’t want to stop it.

I just had to cum.

I roared - or at least I think I did. Cum bubbled up from my balls and up my cock. Along the way, it carried something large, thick and… squirming. Something alive. It wiggled and swam up my cock, only stimulating me further. Seed exploded from the tip, the torrent carrying the foreign object all the way up my member until I could feel it worming its way up to my glands. There was a second of reprieve when all my seed collected behind the object before whatever it was surged upwards and burst out of the tip of my cock.

A hand, coated entirely in the white goo of my dick, shot out of my member. Gushes of cum followed it and the flood pushed the connecting forearm out. With his elbow freed, Wally desperately reached out for something to grab onto and found the leg of a nearby table. He used it to pull himself further out, shooting a storm of pleasure all throughout my body. Ejecting him from my body was a new level of euphoria that I had never felt before. His head crowned, spreading my cock wider open and with one more push, he breathed fresh air with a gasp. The lip of my dick wrapped around his throat and for a second, he choked. I reached up, grabbed his bicep with my hand and pulled him out further.

My entire body shuddered with his continued extraction, my eyelids fluttering. He grabbed my shoulder with his free arm, holding onto me as he wiggled further and further out of my cock. Each inch of freedom for him was a new wave of relief and release that threatened to throw me into euphoric unconsciousness. Somehow, I managed to hold on and even wrapped my arms around his waist as I pulled him out. I’m ashamed to admit that once I had a bit more purchase around him, I purposefully pushed him a few inches back after every pull just to prolong the experience.

Once both his arms were free, he wrapped both his limb around my neck, begging and panting for me to let him go. He wasn’t crying and his pleas were not for mercy. They were appeals for release. I pulled him out past his waist and his cock broke free of mine. He screamed in ecstasy and immediately grabbed his dick. Just three strokes and he was spewing his own cum all over my face. His legs were catapulted out of my cock with his toes slipped from my member with a last pop.

For whatever reason, as his body was pulled from mine, my member shrank back to its ‘modest’ size - those sixteen inches of hard, bestial meat. Wally, on the other hand, was sporting a member much bigger than what his had originally been - at least nine inches long. As the cum began seeping away from his body, I was able to appraise his growth. Definitely more meat on his body. Broader shoulders with defined pectorals and the faintest whispers of a six-pack. His legs were quite meaty as well, probably the most defined part of him.

I rolled onto my back, heaving and panting beside him. There was about an inch or two between us.

“What…?” he panted. “…What are you…?”

I had to take a minute or two before I could finally gather my wits and actually say something intelligible. Explaining the curse, my situation and making introductions for what seemed like the hundredth time made me seriously consider making some sort of script so I wouldn’t forget anything. To his credit, Wally listened without interrupting. Or perhaps it was just exhaustion from being turned into a cock and them ejaculated out of me within the span of an hour. By the time my heart rate had started to drop to more manageable levels, the truck had started to slow down. I hear the door or the cabin open and Raph knocked on the side of the trailer to let us know he was coming in.

When he opened the door, he stood genuinely stunned for a moment at the situation in front of him. I think that was actually the first time he’d ever walked in on me and actually appeared surprised since we first met in Grimmwood.

“We’re pulled over,” he said. “I wanted to check on you… Are you both okay?”

“More or less,” said Wally, covering his nudity. “Do you think you can bring me home?”

“Sure, kid. What’s your address?”

Wally gave it and Raph returned a minute later with some towels. Wally wiped himself clean, I did the best I could with my fur and Wally wrapped the towel around his waist and followed Raph to the front of truck. They shut the door behind them and I was left alone in the dark with this cum-stained furniture and my thoughts… oh and Anodyne.

“That didn’t turn out quite as I had expected,” confessed the constructed.

“What did you expect?” I laughed softly.

“Frankly, I had expected him to come out of you already a beast. That he emerged from you as a human albeit slightly altered suggests that there are still many hidden mechanics to your curse that we have yet to identify.”

“So you keep telling me.”

As bitter as I felt about our previous conversation, it quickly dawned on me that the Wally’s transformation into a part of my anatomy was likely linked to some fantasy of mine. Aside from the obvious cock transformation kink, my declaration of defeat and exasperation at my sudden transformation could easily be blamed on the curse drawing from my vast library of sexual scenarios and using it as a thin premise to trigger another transformation. The idea of a ranting and lamenting werewolf suddenly being approached by a hapless human only to be brought into the fold of a wider world was a story that had played out in my mind multiple times before. Sad to admit but as a teenager, I had often wandered out into the woods on a full moon with the hope of encountering the werewolf that would sweep me away to a fantastical world of magic, mystery and sexually active men.

“Hey Dyne,” I whispered though I was sure neither Wally nor Raph could hear me throat the roar of the engine. “I’m sorry about what I said before.”

“Do not think of it. It was likely your curse compelling you to act outside of your own volition.”

“Doesn’t make it right. I should be stronger. I shouldn’t have let it drive me to say those things.”

“Don’t be fooled by fantasy. People idolize others who stand up against adversity and weave tales of mere mortals undoing cosmic or divine will. Reality is far less kind to the rebel.”

I lifted my head and regarded where the black-ink construct was currently sitting against my left calf. “So you’re saying I should just roll over and let the gods do as they please?”

“No. I’m saying be realistic about your expectations of yourself and others. Don’t blame yourself for something others force you to do especially if it under duress. Don’t be content either. Hate the god. Despise the schemer. Regret the act. Rebel against the system. But never blame yourself for something that spares you another second of life. That will be their folly.”

I let out a little, barking laugh. “Damn. That’s pretty damn deep. Where’d you get it?”

“Anodyne original.”

The truck came to a halt and I perked my ears, following the path of Raph around the trailer to the door. I got up and headed towards the doors. When Raph opened them, he quickly ushered me towards the house sitting quietly on a worn road. The next home was at least a block away shrouded by some trees and with a vast swathe of grassy land between us. One could easily confuse it for farmland. In the dim light of the setting sun, I could see a few homes scattered across the hilly road. None of them were more than a quarter of a mile close to each other.

The house that we had rolled up to was a short drive down a winding path. A small line of tall trees flanked the path. Again, it was easy to mistake it for farmland but there was no evidence of grazing or irrigation beyond the tree line. Raph kept the truck parked where it was, perched beside the road. It was too big to fit on the small path and from the looks of it, if he brought it into the driveway, he would have no way of getting out. With the trailer, it would have been impossible to get back onto the road without having to drive in reverse.

Wally - appearing to have borrowed some of my clothes - was halfway down the path and we quickly followed. As the home came into view, its ramshackle appearance became more and more apparent. The two storey home looked old, weathered and in serious need of someone to clean out the gutters. I’m sure the red roof tiles would have looked brilliant years ago but now they looked muddy and covered in so much moss that it reminded me a little of a rotting log. Some of the windows were barely held together by duct tape.

“What happened to this place?” I wondered aloud.

“Dad did,” Wally sighed. I placed my paws over my muzzle, forgetting that Wally was within earshot. “Mom lives up in Illinois with her new husband. She divorced dad a long time ago when I was a kid. Didn’t want his child support and actually took good care of me. I have a good education. Degree in mathematics.”

“And you’re working at a truck stop diner?” prompted Raph as we headed up the porch. The wood creaked under my paws. “Don’t tell me that the economy is to blame.”

Wally shook his head as he opened the door and stepped aside to let us in. “I grew up without knowing my dad. No visits. My mom won full custody and genuinely cared about me. But, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to reconnect with him.” His brown eyes drifted to the floor with regret. “Biggest mistake of my life.”

We entered the home. I expected to be hit by the smell of booze, unwashed underwear or dirty floors. To my utter surprise, the smell that hit me was one of disinfectant and lemons. Everything was pristine, clean and orderly almost to a fault. The walls were painfully white and the moment Wally turned on the lights, I was almost blinded but just how reflective they were. The floors were perfectly polished that I could see my reflection in them. Furniture was uncannily uniform that you could configure rulers against them. The only pictures on the walls were of geometric shapes that were all arranged symmetrically that you could swear you had just walked into a museum of abstract art.

“I would have expected something else compared to what I had seen outside…”

“Yeah…” I mumbled.

“What was that?” Wally asked.

“I mean, yikes,” I commented. “No offense, man, but this place looks…”

“Painfully rigid?” asked the young server, blushing lightly under his freckles. “Yeah. My dad is a perfectionist. To a fault. It’s why mom left him. He demands perfection everywhere. I honestly think my love of maths came from him but I was never as… anal as he was.”

I bit back any sexual comments from that because there was clearly trauma behind these words. Wally let us to the lounge room and asked if we wanted drinks. Again, I was going to make a comment about whether or not he should get a drink considering the circumstances but just by the way he moved, the way he hovered there like a butler… it reminded me of the kind of things my dad expected of me when guests were over.

I had a flashback to the many times my dad paraded me in front of guests, dressed cleanly, every crease pressed on my shirt and pants and with every word of mine carefully recited so as not to offer any slip ups. Entertaining guests on the piano was a given and I would be expected to offer drinks or refreshments as the adults talked. Of course, that evolved as I grew older - or rather as I grew to be more of an embarrassment. My dad would hide me away in my room, telling me not to come out until such a time that the guests had left.

The temptation was there to ask why he stuck around a man who restricted his freedoms but then I recalled the conversation that I had accidentally overheard. Wally Senior was the kind of man who refused to tolerate let alone acknowledge anyone who so much as deviated from his desired lifestyle. It wasn’t so unbelievable to think that Wally Senior was doing what he could to mold his son into his image.

I asked for some water and Raph got a soda. A minute later, Wally Junior returned with the aforementioned beverages.

“I’m guessing Duke already told you everything about what’s happening?” prompted Raphael.

Wally nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t have believed it if you had told me before I was turned into a giant furry beast’s cock.” He offered a faint smile.

“You’re taking this really well,” I commented. “Considering your dad is pretty rigid, I would’ve thought you’d be freaking out.”

Wally shrugged. “To be honest, I was kind of wishing you’d come along.”

“He did?” Anodyne asked.

“You did?” I repeated.

“Well, not you specifically. Someone like you.” Wally lowered his gaze. “Someone that could upset the status quo and break my dad free of this way of living because I sure s hell can’t.”

Again, there were those similarities again. The curse was really tugging at my heart strings because I can’t tell you how many times I wished that some magical gay fairy would take me away from my closeted lifestyle one night so that I could leave my oppressive family behind. How often had I wished I would get hit by a car and get isekai’d into another world where I could have more power and agency over my fate? I mean, after a particularly populare series of books came out, how many of us had wished they’d get a magical envelope inviting us to a mysterious and fantastical school to hone our latent magical powers?

I guess sometimes we never stop dreaming because poor Wally Junior appears to have found himself in a situation where he was wishing for that catalyst to change his life forever. The fact that it was also his dad that was oppressing him wasn’t lost on me.

Raph let out a sympathetic noise, a half groan and half whine. “Listen here, hombre,” he said fiercely. “Why don’t you tell us why your dad is such a perfectionist and the real reason why you came here?”

Wally blew out his cheeks, leaned back in his chair and took a second to compose himself. “Okay… here goes…” A whole minute passed before he finally said something. “I’m here because my dad is terminal.”

And there it was. The nail in the coffin. The intense gravity of familial guilt that would pin any free man’s wings down and keep him grounded.

Raphael’s features immediately softened and he immediately sat back down. “Oh shit, kid… I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…”

“You couldn’t have,” sighed Wally, seating himself back down. Suddenly, he looked much older than he appeared. “When I heard, my mom told me not to go. My dad was a control freak and this would only send him spiraling. More than anything, he hated pity.”

That’s my dad down to ever minuscule detail. Homophobic? Check. Controlling? Big check. Proud? Oh yeah. That’s a check. At that point, Wally and I could have swapped positions and you wouldn’t be able to tell us apart emotionally. In fact, I soon realized that Wally had his degree. Perhaps he was a future version of myself. One day, I’ll learn that my dad had cancer and then I - being the only one that was single - would be compelled to stay with him to keep him comfortable because my two older brothers had kids to think about.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any older siblings, do you?” I asked.

Wally shook his head. “No.”

At least there was that separating us.

“Though my stepdad does have two older sons. They’re really nice to me.”

Damnit.

Wally continued to explain that he felt obligated to at least be there for his father despite the years of separation. No one deserved to die alone, he told himself. Wally Senior was also a stubborn sort of man who refused treatment or medication and continued to run his diner/truck stop despite being diagnosed with cancer that would have been treatable several months ago. Now, they weren’t even sure as he refused to go to the hospital. The lack of fainting spells or pain seemed to only vindicate his choices.

Of course, the diagnosis only spurred Wally Senior’s obsession with control all the more. So when his son had come unexpectedly to disrupt his life, he did everything in his power to bring him to heel. Up until that point, Wally Junior had resisted most of them. But who was he to deny a dying man his requests if it made him comfortable during his last days?

Then I walked into his life.

He wasn’t hoping for me to help him escape this life.

He was hoping that I could do something to save his terminally ill dad.

And you want to know the really horrible part?

I didn’t want to…

Wally seemed to realize I had come to this conclusion and stared at me fiercely. “Please,” he pleaded. “If there’s anything you can do for my dad…”

I shook my head quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. “Dude, I’m sorry, but I don’t even know how to control my curse. I don’t even know why I transformed in the first place! I was just in the bathroom and then, poof, I was in my bestial state!”

After saying that so many times, it seemed like a canned response but, deep in my heart, I knew exactly what I was doing. I was finding an excuse - any excuse - not to get close that judgmental, hateful and bigoted man who had the gall to assume I was Raph’s boy toy. It left a bitter taste on my muzzle especially because I knew that if I just walked up to Wally Senior, my curse would probably trigger some hate-sex and cause a twist of fortune about repressed homosexuality and some bullshit about a new lease on life causing a gay awakening. It was a distant fantasy of mine but still a fantasy.

There was also a bitter feeling that Wally Senior might be the actual target of the curse. All my previous interactions which had led to transformation had always had more than a few minutes of interaction. Barry yelled at me for fifteen whole minutes before I fainted and transformed. I spent most of the day with Ranger and we watched the stars together before I sprouted fur. Hell, it was only after I spent a whole day with Diesel, met his surrogate sons and then jerked off to him turning me into his clone did I transform. I barely interacted with Wally before I changed.

But Wally Senior’s words stung hard and maybe that emotional connection was exactly what was causing my curse to trigger.

“And if there’s something I’m going to say is not my kink, it’s rape,” I said firmly. “I am not going to pin your dad down and force him to become something he’s not.”

“And me becoming your dick was my choice?” he demanded.

I wasn’t going to defend that by saying that it was an accident or he liked it in the end. Like Anodyne said, I couldn’t blame myself for what the curse made me do. I could hate it, rail against the circumstances but I was not going to beat myself down for forces that were beyond my control. That would be succumbing to fate much like Wally had done.

“No,” I said firmly. “But my choice is not to let myself become responsible for someone else’s mistakes.”

There, Wally went rigid. “How dare you…”

I got up, towering over him with a menacing growl rolling from my lips. “How dare you assume that I’m here to be your fantastical fairy godmother to wave my magic wang around and make everything better. I’m trying to figure things out, Wally! I’m trying to break this curse. I’m not here to let my pain and suffering be the solution to someone else’s. We don’t know what kind of effect it’d have!” I waved off in some arbitrary direction. “I didn’t even know that the people I turned could change others! What happens if I change your dad, huh? What happens if he becomes a beast like me and he suddenly decides that his new body isn’t ‘perfect’? That it wasn’t under his control? What if he decides to off himself because of that?”

There, the dutiful and loyal son’s face fell and I immediately regretted my words.

“Duke, that’s harsh.”

Raph got up and rested a hand on my forearm. “Guey. Pull some punches.” I stepped back at his words as Raph turned to face Wally. “But he’s got a point, hombre. Your dad sounds like a real pendejo but I think he’s just lashing out because there’s been a lot out of his control. Forcibly changing him, making him succumb to the curse, might be the last straw. Or it might make it worse. If he can change other people to fit his version of perfection… well… What do you think that’d mean for the rest of the world?”

Wally dropped his gaze once more and let out a bitter laugh. “Isn’t that a crazy way to start the end of the world? Control-freak of a dad gets cursed and decides to make everyone in the world like him?”

He pursed his lips and glanced off to the side. “You’re right. Dad… Dad probably wouldn’t take too well to the transformation. Probably would hate it.” He turned to face us. “There’s no easy solutions to these problems, huh?”

“Not instant solutions, anyway,” I answered. My temper was soothing but that bitter bile in my stomach remained. “Or else I wouldn’t be sitting here in my fur soaking in cum.”

It was at that moment that Wally realized that my fur the stench of our recent activities permeated the air. His eyes went wide and he immediately got to his feet. “Shit!” he cursed. “If my dad sees any traces of you he’s going to freak! I need to start cleaning now!”

Without warning, he was bolting off to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies. I got off the couch and grimaced as the sound of my sticky fur peeling off the plastic-covered furniture rippled through the room. One glance down confirmed my worst fears. Cum-covered blue fur was now firmly stuck to the armrests and cushions. Seriously, who even covers their furniture in plastic!

“I’m going to help Wally cleanup,” offered Raph. “How about you head outside and try not to leave fur on your way out?”

The Latin Werewolf couldn’t have been more transparent. He clearly saw the conflict inside of me and needed me out of the room using my condition as an excuse. I couldn’t blame him. I felt dirty just being there. Not just because I was covered in cum but also because of what I truly felt inside. With a nod, I left through the back of the house, Wally showing me where to go.

With the little home far from any neighbors, I was free to just stretch and wander around the modest backyard. I say modest because most of the free space was dominated by a large garden. It was not hard to believe that this was something that Wally Junior had set up. Now that it was the middle of winter, though, most of the fruits and vegetables bore no fruit or were barren.

The thought of winter brought to mind the fact that I had just missed Christmas. Tradition would have dictated I go back home to my dad’s place where I would sit around and be judged even though I’d take off my wrist strap, my anklet and my earrings just to look ‘presentable’ to the rest of the family. The standard questions of whether or not I was dating anyone, why I looked so pale for a Filipino, what I was studying and why I was so short would be deflected thanks to years of building up a resistance to such passive-aggressive verbal abuse. As much as I hated being there, I was simultaneously missing the comfort of its familiarity.

It also made me question whether or not, if given the chance, I would use my curse to save any of my relatives if they were in a life or death situation and they would clearly be opposed to be transformed into a beast.

“You seem quite conflicted,” Anodyne mused. “Mulling over your lack of control?”

“No,” I admitted. “Mulling over whether or not if I did have control I’d go out of my way to save an asshole like Wally Senior.”

“Ah, I see. The conundrum of saving an enemy.”

“No conundrum about it,” I growled in response. “I won’t do it.”

“Really? Mercy is a human construct. You won’t see wild animals saving an injured predator. Some groups of animals will even abandon their own sick and dying to save themselves. Humanity - or at least species with the ability to think and philosophize - are the only ones truly capable of mercy.”

I groaned and turned my head away from him but he just slithered to me other arm so that he was in view. “Don’t give me that…”

“You know I’m right, Duke. The moment you start rationalizing abhorrent behavior is the moment you start down that slippery slope of truly becoming a beast.”

“But the bastard is a hateful, bigoted, proud control freak! If anyone was worthy of getting a sexy body with the power to transform others into their gorgeous, gigantic dick and experience mind-blowing orgasms, it’d be his son! Not him!”

Anodyne was quiet for a moment. “Duke,” he said quietly at length, “Regret is a powerful thing. Of all the cosmic powers out there, of all the occult rituals and wondrous technologies, the one thing all of them can never undo is regret. Do you want to know why?”

I really didn’t but I still ended up saying, “Why?”

“Because no matter what happens, you can never undo a missed opportunity. Turn back time, rewrite reality or even apologize profusely, you will never be able to undo that first mistake.”

Fuck, he was right. You never forget your first. The way he crawled back to my other arm revealed that he knew he had won.

“So what do I do?” I asked.

“Do what comes naturally. But on your own terms.”

I sighed heavily. Were my convictions so easily swayed? Was it so simple to get me to change my mind? Or was it simply that I was just not devoted to my values as I originally believed? The duality of being a closeted homosexual borne from a very traditional Asian family with a heavy emphasis on familial piety made me inherently fluid. I was taught good morals, I’ll give my dad credit for that, and those morals told me that I couldn’t leave Wally Senior there without at least trying to help him in some way.

At the same time, I already had one man like Wally Senior in my life. I didn’t need another.

So I decided.

I turned, marched back into the house and found Wally Junior desperately vacuuming the floor of my blue fur. How many times was that me trying to clean myself or my dorm room up to make it presentable for my family’ inevitable inspection.

“Hey Wally,” I announced. He looked up but didn’t say a word. “I’ve decided. I’m turning you into my dick.” His features brightened but I stymied his enthusiasm by lifting a finger. “But there’s one condition… I’m giving you this gift. Not your dad. You decide what you do with it. All the shit that happens from it, everything your dad does, it’s on you. Deal?

He brightened back up and nodded vigorously. “Deal!”

?

As luck would have it, at that very moment, a loud ringing ripped throughout the house. Both Raph and I jerked towards the door but Wally hurried to where his phone sat on the fireplace mantle. I breathed a sigh of relief when Wally answered the phone, putting it on speaker. My heart seized up again when I heard the voice from the other end coming from Wally Senior.

“I’m closing up shop. You better make sure dinner is ready. So help me, God…”

Then he hung up.

That was it. A threat to end a phone call.

The bile in my stomach caused knots to form in my guts and I was once again compelled to question why I would ever considering giving the gift of a second chance at life or, at the very lease, pleasurable orgasms as a giant cock to such a man. Then, I reminded myself that becoming the instrument of his gay son’s phallic pleasures would be the ultimate punishment for a man. Wouldn’t it just play well into my fantasies to transform such a villain into my dick, force him to fuck other guys and experience the pleasure of my orgasms before finally turning him back into a slut hungry for ass?

Of course, my curse wouldn’t let me experience such catharsis.

That pleasure belonged to Wally Junior and this, the crux of this iteration of the curse.

Fuck you cosmic rules.

“What do we do?” Wally asked, staring at me with clear horror in his eyes. I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even register what he had asked until we were staring at each other for thirty seconds.

Thank God for Raph.

“Trash the place,” he announced, startling us both. “Make it look like a kidnapping.”

“What?” I blurted.

“I’m making this up as I go along!” he exclaimed, grabbing a chair and immediately smashing it on the ground. For someone who spent the majority of his life in a truck, he was surprisingly strong. That chair never stood a chance and shattered into pieces. “We need an excuse for Wally not to be here. So smash as much as you can.”

SMASH!

To my left, Wally had shattered a vase onto the nearby table. He looked at what he had just done with wide, shocked eyes. Then, a manic sort of look entered his features like he had just been possessed by the spirit of destruction. A crazed cackle left his lips as he grabbed another vase and just threw it across the room. Didn’t even care where it landed. He was already smashing a chair against a wall by the time the vase had shattered.

At lot to unpack there.

I looked at my paws and flexed my claws out.

“Don’t use those,” warned Raphael. “Make it look like kidnappers broke in or followed Wally and attacked.”

“Doesn’t it make it look a little suspicious that your truck was seen in his presence and we left about the same time he did?” I asked, picking up the table in the middle of the dining room and smashing it in half with ease.

“If all goes well, it won’t matter,” replied Raph.

I suppose there was a point to that. This was a temporary measure to buy us some time. Not to mention a good test for Wally Senior. Would he care enough about his son to follow instructions and actually search for him? Or would he stubbornly stick to his guns and avoid negotiating with kidnappers who had him by the short hairs?

Raph asked if Wally had a printer somewhere and he was directed to the study. There, he printed off a quick ransom note, plastered it somewhere that could obviously be seen and smashed a few more things in the study. Fifteen minutes after the call, we were bolting down the long strip of road to Raph’s truck. I ducked into the container, recoiling a moment at the smell of my own cum mixed with cedar while the two humans occupied the cabin.

Raph drove for what seemed like an eternity.

When he finally stopped and they opened the back of the container, I roughly estimated it to be half-an-hour later. I stepped out onto a concrete parking lot.

We were back at the diner.

“Here?” I asked.

Wally nodded and stomped towards the building. “There’s one more place I want to trash.”

“I thought this whole thing was about giving your dad a second life not facilitating your own rebirth?”

He turned around, walking backwards while his arms were spread out. “Can’t it be both?”

Raph and I exchanged glances while following him.

“I came here to give that man some love and comfort in his final days,” snarled Wally. “But all he did was throw it back in my face, use it as chains to oppress me and abused me for months.” Wally reached the front door. He punched the glass plane with the ‘closed’ sign hanging over it and reached through to unlock the door. “This is more than me shoving a cure down his throat. This is about him finally realizing that not everything is under his control! I’m going to take everything away from him to prove that point.”

“Sliding into the Chaotic Evil spectrum here now…” Raph warned.

“I don’t care.” Wally stormed into into the back office of the hybrid gas station diner and I’m assuming he shut off the cameras and any alarms. Next, he was marching across the diner towards the kitchen with so much purpose that I could’ve sworn this was premeditated. Then again, I’m the kind of person that would place imaginary scenarios over and over in my mind against my demons. The number of times I have fantasized about coming out to my family in such a spectacular fashion that they were left shocked and without a comment was beyond numerical definition. At that moment, I once again saw myself in Wally as he opportunity to live out that fantasy was coming to fruition.

That stopped, though, when I saw the fires start.

“Whoa! Hey! Wally! What the fuck!?” I cried.

That manic look on his face returned as he stared at us from beyond the window to the kitchen. “This is going to the crucible of our rebirth! These flames are going to burn down my previous life and usher in the new!”

He never broke my gaze as he strode around the kitchen and moved towards me.

“He will have lost everything both metaphorically and figuratively! Wallace Pickman Junior will have died and in his place, a phoenix reborn!”

“Monologuing is never a good sign,” Raph muttered, stepping back away from the poor, repressed man that was advancing upon me. Despite my desire to do the same, I found myself rooted in position. Sad to say but I again saw a lot of myself in Wally and on some level, that was arousing. I wanted him to succeed, I wanted him to fuck his dad and turn him into his dick. I could just imagine it in my mind and before I knew it, my dick was rising to greet him.

Wally was stripping off his clothes with each step as he approached me, kicking off his shoes and tossing his shirt to fuel the fire behind him. His pants was the last to go. He went commando which was an interesting choice but that was one less thing for between him and I. My heart was racing as I took him in my arms, pressing my throbbing dick against him and lifting him up into the air. I seated him against my waist, straddling my cock with his back pressed up against my spine.

“Complete my rebirth,” he intoned. “Turn me into a beast!”

Wouldn’t it have been utterly dramatic at that point if I had stared at him, eyes locked and said ‘no’?

Too bad I was such a slut for my curse.

Anodyne glows red, let out a cry and peeled away from my fur as a localized hurricane picked up all around us. We were lifted off the ground as the storm stoked the fires around us. Through it all, I had the sense to scream at Raph to get out as the fire spread. The chime above the door told me he had managed to make it out even as the flames around us grew and the alarms began blaring. What few sprinklers switched on were immediately broken as crimson lightning crackled around us and melted them in place.

The heat of the flames mirrored the heat of our passions. My throbbing cock ached for him and with each pulsation, it drew closer and closer to Wally. Sensitive, vascular flesh pressed against the highway to his nervous system - his spine - and in that instant, we were both electrified with pleasure. We cried out simultaneously, my toes curling in the air, as he and one became one. This time, there was no resistance on his part. Wally actively thrust his dick against my abs and tweaked one of his nipples while he roved his fingers over my chest.

I felt it both. Such an alien sensation to simultaneously feel his cock being pleasured while getting a mental image of how my chest felt through his hands. I guess it’s kind of like that old move. ‘Stranger Danger’ was it? You know the one. Where you sit on your hand until its numb and then jerk yourself off so it kind of feels like someone else is yanking your dick? It doesn’t really work. Trust me.

My thoughts were brought back to the intense pleasure between us when the first gush of precum cum erupted from between Wally’s lips and splattered onto my neck. His manic grin turned to one of utter pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Every muscle in his body convulsed with each throb of my member. For a second, he went limp, compelling me to hold him still, then his entire body went stiff as it began to conform and contort to the contours of my cock.

Black flesh and blue veins crawled up from his back, smoothening out all the muscles of his body. His bare feel pressed up against my balls, sinking beneath the blue fur and flesh, feeding my testicles their mass. The groans that left my throat were harmonized with his own even as his voice box was distorted by the copious mounts of precum pumping out of his lungs.

His arms grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down, forcing our lips to touch. His tongue lanced, covered in salty, sticky slime and desperately probing my muzzle even as it gradually shrank away in a sea of precum. There was a moment of resistance as he tried to keep the position but his transformation pulled him away from me, all strength leaving his arms. The human features were quickly consumed by the black flesh of my cock, his eyes vanished into the head and his lips parting to become a slit that was shooting more and more precum with increasing intensity.

The arms that wrapped around my neck flailed weakly for a few moments, desperately grasping at anything to feel any sort of sensation. Each touch was a new fireball of sensations through my whole body, only accelerating his transformation. Those limbs quickly shrank away into his smooth, black form, every inch of Wally Junior vanishing into my enormous, throbbing cock and gargantuan, boulder-like balls.

For a second, I was left wondering, ‘Now what?’

Then the intense pressure of orgasm hit me like Raph’s truck.

I threw my head back, flinging my arms wide and let out a tremendous roar. The winds around us intensified, mirroring my cry. Molten cum blasted out from my balls, bubbling up my shaft and then erupted violently from the tip of my dick like a geyser. I was reminded of the intense pleasure that I had felt when Wally had reverted, emerging from my dick a newborn man and I wondered if this was exactly what was going to happen as he emerged a beast.

I couldn’t give it much thought as the jet of cum was quickly followed by another, the gush of fluid seemingly moving of its own accord and dousing the flames around us. The next pulse was strong enough that I was flung around in the air, my cum exploding like a firehose and extinguishing the flames to my left. Another rush came blasting out and the flames to my right were doused. The inferno in the kitchen continued to roar, however.

As my thoughts were turning towards them, a new, intense pleasure came rocketing out of my dick. It was something… different. Like something was pushing itself out from inside my cock with the same intensity and sensation of release as an orgasm but none of the mess. Through bleary eyes, I watched as five little growths began pushing themselves out from my cock about a foot from the tip. These mounds quickly grew, lengthened and wiggled a little. I felt every everything they felt, sensed their need for extraction, experienced as they grew with a sensation like my dick hardening all over again with the pinnacle being when they stiffened enough for bone to form within them.

They were fingers.

Fingers covered in black fur with similarly black caps like fingernails at the end. When the palm they were attached to started emerging, I reached over and grasped them in between mine. They were nearly as thick as my own. I don’t know why but I just knew I had to start pulling.

So I tugged and it was the most intense sensation in my life. Like milking my dick or pulling out of a particularly tight ass. I cried out in unbridled ecstasy as my I pulled out a large, broad palm that quickly locked with mine which was followed by a wide, meaty forearm replete with throbbing veins. As pulled tighter, I felt more than sensed the growth of another hand emerging from the other side of my dick.

I reached over with my other paw, grasped it between my fingers and pulled. The dual pleasures of the meaty, muscular arms growing out of my own cock drowned out all my other senses. I barely even noticed when the entire organ spasmed and shot an new shot of cum into the air. Instead of dousing flames, however, the string of seed swirled around in the air, glowed red briefly and then slapped itself against the right arm. It transformed into a big, black, menacing leather bracelet complete with silvery spikes.

As the biceps and triceps came to formation, the link I felt with Wally slowly began pulling away. I still felt the sensations coming from those arms but it was like I was… piggybacking off them. I was an observer not the primary controller. Still, that didn’t stop me from running my fingers over the strong, lean muscles, admiring how every muscle group was so perfectly defined against the black fur and could cut diamonds. Wally even flexed his arms a little for me, making me groan in pleasure. That one movement caused boulder-like shoulders to form where the arms met my dick and from there, it quickly accelerated.

Two, highly sensitive points of flesh quickly formed on the underside of my cock. I began to wonder what they could be but then Wally crossed his arms and began tweaking them and I immediately knew what they were. From his shoulders, two, a collarbone quickly took shape. The smooth cylindrical form of my cock began to flatten out, flaring out in both directions while a perfectly symmetrical array of back muscles began forming right in front of me. Tiny, fiery red hairs began sprouting up and down the spine. On the other side, that collarbone gave way to two, perfectly shaped pectorals that bounced playfully pink nippled capping them off.

The cock head that sat on a pair of massive traps exploded with another jet of fluid. I watched it soar through the air and transform into a single, silver ring that quickly attached itself to the right nipple. I let out a cry as I felt that nipple get pierced and bucked my hips.

It was then that I felt it.

That disconnect between me and Wally. I bucked my hips but I could start feeling my own cock throbbing inside an anal cavity. Part of me didn’t want to let this connection go. It was so intense, so pleasurable that I never wanted it to end. But the curse had other plans and, on some level, I knew I had to let Wally see his fantasy to the end even if I couldn’t be part of it. As much as I would have loved to see him fuck his dad and be there to take that gargantuan member up my ass in some distant replacement for my own fantasies, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

Not yet.

So I thrust again and felt that gap widen.

The rivers of muscles quickly gave way to a fine, shapely ass. The red hairs trailed all the way down the valley of his spine and flared out as a long, burst of silky fur. It took me a second to realize just what kind of beast Wally was turning into. To confirm my suspicions, I reached around his forming waist and felt the lump of flesh that was quickly emerging from his crotch. The long, vascular length was spherical and about halfway up, I felt the medial ring. A little further up, the head flared out into a flat circle with a slit that ran from one edge to the other.

Yup, that was a horse’s cock alright.

There were precious few seconds where the connection between us remained and I felt both my own cock being squeezed by his tight ass and the my paw stroking his member so I took advantage of each one.

Each stroke caused his legs to rapidly emerge from his waist. Every inch of those thick thighs that emerged was one more out of my balls. Large hooves formed at the tips of his feet and within seconds, he was wrapping his meaty calves around mine. We orgasmed at the same time, signaling the true separation of him from my cock. That didn’t stop me from constantly ramming my dick into his ass, pumping his prostate and forcing him shoot over and over again from his new equine member. Each shot formed a new pearl-like bead for his ankle bracelet. The magic of the curse attached it to his left ankle within moments.

There was, of course, still the problem of his head which remained a mirror of my member. I pressed him against me, pressing my lips against where his ears would have been.

“One last push,” I cooed. Then I ran my tongue from the base of his ‘neck’ all the way to the ‘lip’. He shuddered and I swear I could hear the echoed of a ‘neigh’ in the sounds that came from his throat.

I thrust, thrust hard and he threw his ‘head’ back. I rammed his ass like a jackhammer, my paws gripping his waist with my claws out for extra leverage. A rising howl rose from my throat and he reached up, rubbing his head over and over again to stimulate it. His strokes seemed to reforge his skull, pulling it forward, lengthening it into a long equine muzzle with a glorious, fiery-red mane that shone against the backdrop of the burning diner. His ears pricked up and his neighing grew louder and louder until…

“FUCK!” I cried.

“OH GOD!” he echoed, his eyes snapping open, I saw the fiery orange light in his irises before the last bits of cum exploded from his throat and shot out into the air. His equine dick similarly burst with seed and my own funneled seed into his ass.

The seed from between his lips shot up and formed a single silver stud shaped like a horseshoe that attached itself to his left ear. The fluids that dripped from his own cock transformed into a golden one that attached to his right. Droplets of my cum seeped out from between his ass cheeks between the last few pumps of my exhausted cock and those roiled through the air, spinning around his neck to form a simple, silver, chain necklace that sat comfortably around his neck.

At long last, the winds began to die down but not before Anodyne quickly snaked up and sank his fangs just above Wally’s waistline. A tramp-stamp like tattoo formed across his waist, a tribal-style marking that could be interpreted as a pair of wings spreading themselves for freedom or an arrow pointing at the absolute beast of a unit hanging in front of low-hanging, equine balls.

We were at last allowed to fall back onto the ground.

There was no time to revel in our afterglow, however. I extracted my dick out from Wally’s ass and we hobbled out of the diner, muscling our way through the door and shattering the frame in all directions without a care for the structural integrity of the building.

We stumbled over to where Raph was standing before we turned around, falling to the ground and watching the entire place go up in flames. I stared at it for a long moment… marveling at the beauty of Wally’s cathartic rebirth manifest in reality. Someday, I hoped I could experience something equally as spectacular.

I felt Wally’s head fall against my shoulder, the equine sighing softly and his eyes shut.

“Is it everything you hoped it was?” I asked.

“Almost,” answered the horse. “I still have to fuck my dad. Then I’ll be complete.”

I chuckle and we watched the place crackle and creak as it was engulfed in flames.

“Hey guys…” Raph began. “Did anyone happen to recall that we’re standing about ten feet away from an inferno… and a gas station?”

Suddenly, both Wally and I were very awake and very attentive.

“Fuck!” we cried in unison.

As we got up, Raph pressed a hand against my chest… my big, blue, furry chest.

“… and you haven’t turned back yet.”

…

“Double fuck!”