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Chapter 7

Recap

My name is Duke Gray and I think I’m screwed.

After transforming the small town sheriff, Diesel Cooke, I was confronted with the reality that there might not be a solution to my curse. Not even death. Of course, Anodyne was there to set me straight. ‘Straight’ isn’t exactly the right word but you get it.

Speaking of ‘straight’, it turns out that the grumpy table-wielding EMT, Gunnar Heinrich was actually gay! In fact, he was in love with Colin Dahl who had been trying for years to seduce him. So why aren’t they together, you ask? Because Gunnar hates the idea of being dragged out of the closet. He wants to come out on his own terms. He wants control.

God, I wish I had that right now.

I honestly thought we were bonding. We didn’t even have sex! Yes, I was in my bestial form but we, in no way, played into any of my fantasies. In fact, we were throwing shade at each other more often than not. I swear, he threw so many hateful gazes at me that I couldn’t been reduced to ash and he’s still hate the ashes. Yeah, he lightened up a little as time went on but this was, in no way, part of any of my fantasies.

Too much plot and not enough porn as I always say.

I even convinced him to talk to Colin! I thought I had a victory. Then he just threw me at Colin and slammed the door shut.

Not that it was a total loss. Colin seduced me, made my balls as big as a truck and my cock as long as a tree - exaggeration of course, but you get the idea - and then bathed in my cum as he transformed into a sexy elephant.

What he did with his trunk… urf!

But my problems only kept mounting. Despite not triggering another fantasy with Gunnar… I’m still a goddamn beast.

Oh… and I think Colin may be a little too into the whole ‘converting everyone into muscled furries thing’ but that’s not my immediate concern.

Let’s recap.

I’m still a beast possibly forever now. I just transformed the love interest of the huge, perpetually angry EMT. The horny elephant might have Machiavellian ambitions to transform the entire town into a gay man’s paradise.

All because of me.

Yeah… I’m screwed.

?

The implications of remaining big and blue didn’t hit me until after I had come down from my post-orgasm high. Given that it was a long and voluminous orgasm, that took a while - like about two hours. Most of that time was spent trying to rapidly consume as much water as I could. Damn physics and damn the laws of nature because I produced a whole swimming pool’s worth of cum and it’s a wonder I was still alive let alone conscious.

Colin spent a good time trying to seduce me. He stayed in the pool filled with my semen and ‘washed’ himself over and over with it, using that new trunk of his. I’m going to admit, seeing my cum cling to his taut, muscled body, causing his flesh to glisten like that was pretty damn hot. His premise was just that he was ‘exploring’ himself a little bit and I’m pretty sure he came a few times, adding to the pool, but I could see through his act. I won’t lie, I was tempted to join him. Again, my balls were sore and even a horny beast like me has limits.

I went down to the first level just so I could get some breathing space before I dove back into the pool of my own making and took a sexy shower with one hell of an amazing elephant. Couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous that Gunnar had someone as sexually active and insatiable as Colin. I found myself drifting into a fantasy I rarely visited; the ‘gay man’s paradise’. A place where you couldn’t take ten feet without being fucked or getting asked if someone can suck your dick. Colin would definitely be one of those people that would be extremely popular in my mystical town.

I wondered if Grimmwood would eventually become this fantastical haven. Furry men of all shapes and sizes from the beefy bodybuilders to doughy daddies would be everywhere and just enjoying one another’s company. The five minute drive to anyone and anywhere would turn into an hour-long romp with different kinds of cocks, asses and kinks.

Why was that so appealing?

Funny. That was probably one of the few fantasies I’ve ever had that had a little more ‘plot’ than porn. Then again, that was just the basics. The foundation on which the smut lifts off. The ‘meat’ of the fantasy, as it were, was sampling a different dick in rapid succession before I came. I’m sure Barry would have some sort of psychological explanation for that but I’m not a therapist and he wasn’t here.

What concerned me more, however, was that I was still big, blue and furry.

“I’m starting to think that this curse is just out to fuck with me,” I admitted.

“Ultimately, it was designed to punish you for your indecision and carelessness in conducting the ritual,” admitted Anodyne. “But I understand your meaning. I do not think there is some malevolent force stopping out to vindictively punish you, however. We simply have not fully understood the mechanics of the curse.”

“Alright,” I rumbled, taking a swing of the bottle of water in my paw. “So let’s recap.”

What little we did know was simply that the curse would pull men in my immediate vicinity and myself into one of my depraved fantasies, ultimately lulling them into a stage when they would transform into a furry counterpart of themselves. That was it. That’s all we knew.

The triggers for my transformation into my bestial state and the cause for my reversion remained unknown. The number of times I would have sex with someone was also slightly inconsistent. I fucked around with Scott three times while I didn’t even touch Ranger before he transformed.

“Do you think the reason I haven’t reverted is because I had inadvertently pulled Gunnar into one of my fantasies?” I asked.

Anodyne danced around my forearm a couple of time, quietly musing. “I do not think so. Your parting with him was less than amicable and I don’t think you’ve ever had any fantasies of being rejected constantly and even verbally abused?”

I grimaced. “I feel a little insulted that you automatically think that could be one of my kinks. Even worse is that there are some scenarios where I am used and abused by bigger men than me but it’s usually ends with me worshiping them immediately and being turned into a piece of clothing or other cumdump. More along the lines of the master/slave fantasy that I had with Diesel.” I shook my head. “No… I don’t think there was a fantasy there. Which still begs the question…”

“Why haven’t you turned back?”

That was the mystery. I had thought the reason I hadn’t turned back when I transformed Diesel was because I had already triggered another fantasy with Colin but now that I had turned Colin and I still hadn’t turned back, I had to seriously question if my theory was even remotely correct.

“What if I never turn back,” I mumbled, lowering my gaze. “What if I’m stuck like this now. The honeymoon period is over. I’ve fucked around enough and the curse has now slapped me with this form forever.”

Anodyne slithered up to my chest, swirling over my left pectoral like he was trying to massage and ease my heart. “Like I’ve said before, Duke, the curse is not some malicious force. It is static. It is a program. It is only going to do what it was told to do. It may find different ways to achieve it’s objective if the immediate route is blocked but it will eventually end at the same destination. The only issue here is that we have not identified what it really is.”

Pressing the possibility that the curse could have been designed to have a slow burn like some of my more extended fantasies when I had discovered edging would be futile. I’m sure Anodyne would have some counter that would give me that little spark of hope that would keep me going. Not that I was fully opposed to being injected with some motivation to keep going. I wasn’t running on fumes yet but I could always use a little bit of extra fuel to keep me moving. The temptation to stay here in Grimmwood and see the paradise that Diesel and Colin were going to make grew more and more tempting with each passing second. The fate of my friends was this distant siren song that called me back home. But it grew more and more distant with each passing day.

Why would I want to return to a world where the real me was hidden and repressed? My immediate response was because I had to figure out what happened to them. The answer after that was to learn why I was missing two weeks of my life. The third and final reply felt the most shallow; that I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

My jock-sort-of-crush-roommate Joey.

My fellow nerd and DnD enthusiast Cave.

My pseudo-big-brother and supportive fellow intellectual Warren.

My chill, grounded, fellow English Major and resident artistic rebel Hugh.

I wish I had an answer to that which didn’t sound like some hollow, heroic bullshit. None of those answers had my full commitment. Together, they made up about 99.5% of my resolve. The remaining 0.5 however, was this draw to being an open gay furry that grew stronger and stronger with each person I transformed.

“I guess we just have started on this journey,” I sighed softly. “It wouldn’t make for a decent heroic story if I gave up now.”

“That’s the spirit. Besides, we’ve learned more in the last week than we knew when we first started.”

There was that injection of hope.

The heavy footfalls of elephantine feet down the stairs caught my attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Colin with most of his body glistening from actual water and not my cum. He had a towel wrapped around his waist which, given his size, barely made it halfway down his thighs. It wasn’t enough to hide the long, dangling cock between his legs with the pink, uncut head just teasing out from beneath the fabric and its outline incredibly clear.

“You took an actual shower?” I observed.

I think he smirked at me. It was a little hard to tell with that trunk hover the lower part of his face. “You should too. As much as I like the idea of licking all the cum off your fur, you’re getting your seed all over my floorboards.”

I glanced down at my fur, currently matted and sticky with my cum and the small puddles of semen I had trailed on my way to the nearby window.

“Sorry.”

He waved away my apology. “Don’t worry about it. We were both caught up in the moment. I guess one of your fantasies?”

I held up my paws. “That was all you. I’m insatiable and deprived but after you pointed out that I’ve still got my fur, I crashed from my high pretty fast.”

Colin’s features turned grave. “That’s a good point. Why didn’t you turn back into a human?”

I glanced back out the window, grateful that anything beyond the tinted glass couldn’t see into the house. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because before, I’ve only been transforming people one at a time and now I’ve got multiple people I’ve engaged with. Or maybe it has something to do with how many people are in a certain area of my when I transform.” I ruffled my mane in frustration. “I wish I knew but this isn’t an exact science.”

The heavy footfalls of the pachyderm signaled his approach. His rough hands wrapped around my waist and held me but at arm’s distance like he wasn’t sure how to comfort me. “We’ll figure it out.”

Then, to my utter surprise, his grip around my waist tightened and he pulled me down, forcing my knees to bend.

“What…?” I began.

“We’re doing a set of twenty-ones. Squats this time. Follow my lead.”

I was about to protest further when I realized why he was doing this. It wasn’t that he was unsure how best to provide reassurance. He was keeping his distance to allow me to squat down in the proper way. Joey absolutely loved squats so I knew the proper form… but that was when my heels were planted firmly on the ground. With my digitigrade stance… I wasn’t sure exactly how to do them and Colin recognized that.

With slow, steady hands, Colin helped me squat all the way down until my ass was basically touching the ground. I had to lift my tail just to give myself enough room for the movement. That also helped with balancing myself on what was effectively the balls of my feet. Colin guided me to rise up slowly and about halfway, told me to hold my stance. Especially with my weight, it was hell on my knees and thighs but that was the idea; at least that’s what he said. Then I repeated the motion, this time with less guidance on his part.

After seven reps, he had me straighten all the way up, thrusting my hips forward and clenching my butt cheeks. I almost lost focus at one point after my ass cheeks slapped together and actually made a smacking sound sending both of us into a fit of giggles. Neither of us clearly grew up.

Odd as it was, the full motion was the easiest part. Colin stood to my left, watching my form and didn’t literally handhold me through the seven reps. The first few required some readjustment as I found my balance without his reassuring presence there but once I was done, I got back to my feet, a slight burn in my thighs, ass and hamstrings and a clear head.

“I needed that,” I said. “Thanks.”

“I could tell,” he chuckled.

“Really? How?”

He gave me a light-hearted laugh and pointed at the window behind me. “You don’t stand in front of a tinted window where no one can see you from the outside in the middle of the night just to people watch.” He looked genuinely worried. “You genuinely looked like you’ve got something on your mind. I can’t pretend to guess what it is so I thought I’d remind you of that little trick to clear your mind.”

He gave me that sly wink of his again. Transforming into a hulking - and yet strangely shorter than me - pachyderm clearly did nothing to take away from his charm. Or his powers of observation. Now if only he could finally understand the reason Gunnar wasn’t jumping into his arms.

He was right, of course. There was a lot going on in my mind. Between the mysteries of my curse, the events leading up to it and the present situation here in Grimmwood, I was faced with the unfortunate reality of having to do something I didn’t think I’d really be forced to face until my graduation; the future.

Thankfully, the effects of the quick set of exercises still had its effect on me so I was able to refocus my efforts on the more immediately pressing matter.

“I appreciate it,” I said, forcing a smile. “I guess the most immediate concern is what your transformation means for the town.”

Colin nodded in agreement. “Yeah. A shower helped to clear the cum from my body and my brain.” He gestured at his body, even going so far as to lift his trunk a little to emphasize his change. “All of this is going to be hard to hide. Diesel wanted us to bring in more people before we started revealing to everyone exactly what is going on…”

“He told his nosy neighbor that I’m a furry and he had a fursuit built to help me feel not so alienated. Like it was some sort of therapy.”

“That’d work for him but not me,” Colin admitted, crossing his arms across his chest. “I’m a pretty social guy. I can probably take a few days off but sooner or later, some of my buddies down at the station are going to come looking for me.”

“Not to mention whatever plans Diesel had would be accelerated now that you’re one of us.” I gave him a lopsided smirk. “I suppose you can still go ahead and try to throw your coworkers into your pool of cum and have them transform.”

That made him laugh so hard that he actually threw his head back in amusement. “That really got you going, huh?” He glanced back up the stairs. “As fun as that sounds, I don’t think I turned because I took a dive in your baby batter. It was you growing a dick the size of a bus and with balls to fit.” He hiked a thumb back up the stairs. “I’ll clean that up eventually. Now unless you want to stick around and systematically inflate the testicles of about a dozen firemen to the size of their firetrucks and have them beg to be transformed into furries, we need to think of another way to clear this up.”

Not going to like, that was a pretty hot idea. I could just imagine turning Colin’s super-modern and super-sterile home into a sort of haunted house. We’d pick off the firemen one at a time, have them fill entire rooms with their balls and made immobile thanks to their geyser-like force of their orgasms. Just to cap it all off, the whole house would be so full of their cum that the windows would shatter and then we’d be unleashed onto the streets in a sea of semen.

Fuck that was hot.

“Down boy,” Colin chastised playfully, eying my rising cock. “Let me go call Dee. He needs to know what happened.”

“Good idea.”

As he left, I began to consider the possibility of staying in Grimmwood for a little longer if only to ensure that a larger percentage of the townspeople had transformed so I didn’t leave Diesel or Colin outnumbered. There was also the possibility of sending Colin to Ranger and the others in the forest. He could find companionship and homosexual freedom amongst them. Diesel was not going to leave the town, though and that sent me back to my current predicament.

“You know,” I whispered softly so that Colin couldn’t hear me with those big ears of his. “I sometimes wish I wasn’t so goddamn responsible or that the traumatic upbringing I was raised in left me with less empathy and neuroticism.”

“What do you mean?” asked Anodyne.

“I wish I could be the character in my fantasies.” I turned towards my reflection in the mirror. My bestial features were just visible against the glass but mostly transparent against the view of the dark street. A fitting analogy in some ways. “They’re always this carefree, unrepentant sex machine that is wholly capable of going around and just fucking up people’s lives without a care for how it’ll affect them in the future. Like, if I were that kind of person, I would have my way with the town, maybe even force myself onto some people and just leave for my own goals. But here I am, stressing about what this will mean for Dee and Colin…”

Anodyne was quiet for a moment. “Humanity is a nebulous construct,” he said at length. “Some say that empathy is the key to humanity. Others, higher thinking. Then there are others still that simply say that the capacity not to kill is the keystone to humanity.”

“How are you supposed to help me maintain mine if it’s hard to define what humanity is?”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he chastised, causing my ears to fold back in humiliation. For a second there, he sounded like my dad. “Humanity is not the emphasis of one quality over the exclusion of another. Humanity is what defines you_. It is purposefully nebulous because everyone defines their humanity as something different. I am here to help_ you maintain your humanity. That means I have to fight to make sure that you stay true to yourself despite the effects of the curse.”

I glanced at my arm and gave him a quirked eyebrow. “So if I were a rapacious, flesh-eating horndog…?”

“That would be your humanity and I would fight to help you stay true to yourself even if it means the whole-scale genocide of an entire species.”

I shook my head at him and regarded my reflection again, wondering exactly what my version of ‘humanity’ was. “That’s fucked up.”

“That’s the truth.” I watched Anodyne slither up to my chest so that it looked like he was looking up at me in my reflection. “Never be ashamed to be empathetic or even neurotic. It just means you care. Fantasies remain fantasies because we keep them in a partitioned world free of consequences. You may have wanted to be that kind of person but that isn’t who you are. And that’s fine. It is perfectly fine to want to escape reality every now and then. If you didn’t, then the ritual would have been obsolete.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Maybe it should have been so I wouldn’t be stuck in this situation.” I ran a paw down my face. “But then again, this has had plenty of personal growth, I guess.” I ran my paw down my pectoral where the sentient construct was sitting. I don’t know if he actually felt anything but the intent was there. “Thanks. That helps.”

“My job is to -”

“Help me maintain my humanity,” I intoned, watching him slide back around my arm. “Still, you’re doing it in a way that really helps. If you were any member of my family, you’d be approaching it differently.”

“Oh? How so?”

That was a little difficult to describe but I explained to Anodyne that each of my immediate family members had their own way of ‘teaching’ me. My dad would just be endlessly ‘disappointed’ in me. Even if I got top grades, he’d find some flaw in my achievement. I got 99% on a test? What about that 100%? I got that 100% on another test? Why didn’t I finish early? For him, I was just never good enough.

Then my eldest brother, King, was far more aggressive. As a kid, anything I didn’t do right resulted in physical abuse. In short, he’d hit me. As I grew older, even when he raised his hand, I would flinch because that sort of behavior had been so deeply ingrained into me. At least his ‘lessons’ weren’t as frequent as my dad’s. His were only in extreme cases where I royally screwed up like destroying something or missing the bus to school.

Prince, on the other hand, was more sinister and arguably the worst of them all. Being closer to my age, he was adept in the social constructs of the world so he knew how to burn me and make it hurt. I wasn’t immediately good at a sport? He’d make a post on social media to humiliate me. I got second place in a particular competition? He’d make sure to take a photo with me beside the first place winner and post it somewhere. All of this was done with a condescending and presumably innocent air of just telling the truth or ‘genuinely’ being proud of me. He knew what he was doing.

“Tell me,” I began, “do my dad and brothers actually sound human to you?”

“In their eyes, they could be doing you a favor. You never know until you actually speak to them and tell them how you feel. Be honest with them.”

I snorted derisively. “Yeah. Like honesty and feelings have ever played into it. King married his wife not out of love but out of obligation. She’s a fellow surgeon. Prince keeps busy with his start-up and buries himself in his work impersonating famous people or companies and posting on social media for them. He’s as fake as they get. I’m pretty sure my dad hasn’t masturbated since mom died because he thinks it’s ‘inappropriate’.”

“You’ll never know.”

Shaking my head with a mischievous grin on my face, I said, “I guess I don’t have to be honest. I mean, one of my fantasies is possession. Maybe I can inhabit their bodies or something.”

“As terrifying as that sounds, remember, the curse forces others to experience your fantasies for you. If that were the case, they would possess you_._”

I groaned in defeat. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

Admittedly, there had to be some form of karmic justice in having all three of them experience what it’s like to be cursed or humiliated and constantly derided for once.

My thoughts were interrupted when a pair of headlights swooped by the front of Colin’s home. The familiar sedan made my heart jump to my throat; it was Gunnar.

“Colin!” I shouted, backing away from the window for fear that Gunnar could somehow see me through the tinted and reflective glass. “Your boyfriend is here!”

Panic was quickly pumping through my blood again. All I could think of was how we parted last. Gunnar was incredibly pissed. Even though I was three feet taller than him and probably five times his muscle mass, he was still the far more intimidating guy. More than anything, I kind of wanted him to like me. Perhaps it was our shared heritage was Asian-Americans and having a little bit of body dysmorphia but I hated the idea of doing anything to tick him off. Nothing immediately came to mind on what would trigger him until Colin came back from upstairs.

“Oh shit…” I whispered as a damning conclusion came crashing into my fragile confidence like a bullet through a watermelon.

“What?” Colin asked, padding over to the door. “It’s just Gunny.”

I immediately rushed towards him, grabbed his arms and positioned myself in front of him. “It’s Gunnar who basically told us to fuck off not too long ago followed by you being transformed.”

“And?” he asked.

It was sort of adorable how clueless he was. His features seemed more innocent with those big flappy ears of his. “As in we just had sex? Basically?”

“Again,” Colin responded, trying to veer away from me. “And?”

It occurred to me where the miscommunication was. Colin had yet to be informed that Gunnar liked him too. It would seem downright slutty of me and a total betrayal of his trust if Gunnar kicked us out and then I basically had sex with his love interest mere hours later. Sure, Gunnar didn’t make his feels clear to Colin but he made them clear to me. Even if I couldn’t stop the fact that the fantasy made me immobile due to titanic balls and cumming out an ocean’s worth of my semen, the implications were still incredibly damning.

In short, I was fucked.

I glanced over my shoulder just as Gunnar reached the door. Then I glanced back at Colin’s oblivious features. I had basically promised not to tell Colin about Gunnar’s true affections. Gunnar had also been very clear that he hated the idea of people dragging him out his comfort zone. If I told Colin how he truly felt, I would be betraying his trust.

Again, I was fucked.

The doorbell rang. Colin moved to step around me but I quickly placed myself between him and the door. If only my curse allowed me to slow down time. Ironic that of all my fantasies, I never once dreamed about having the power to go back in time to undo my mistakes and live my life from birth with the knowledge that I have now.

Seriously though, I think that one of the best parts about being a kid is being ignorant and oblivious to the bullshit in the world. You reverting to your childhood form and living life again under your parents’ care would be great? Hell no. Having the burden of knowledge of mortgages, debt and world politics on your mind while demanding a new gaming console would totally ruin the experience.

Plus, I’d miss masturbating too much.

Goddamnit this was going to suck.

“Gunnar is secretly in love with you,” I blurted, my paws firmly on Colin’s lightly hairy chest. “But he absolutely hates it when people force him into things.”

Colin inclined his head slightly, his trunk swaying absently as he did so. “I knew that. The thing about him hating it when people muscle him into doing things, I mean. Back when we were kids, he always played Devil’s Advocate whenever me and the other guys wanted to do anything. Any decision we’d make, he’d always be like…” Colin pretended to put his huge hands into his pockets, narrowed his eyes slightly and slouched his shoulder. He dropped his voice to mimic Gunnar’s gruff tone. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see if I can make it.”

It slightly irritated me that Colin knew Gunnar so well and yet was so oblivious to his needs. “Then you should know that he sees your constant badgering and affections towards him as you trying to drag him out of the closet.”

For a second, Colin’s features shifted from blatant confusion to sudden realization and then absolute terror. “Oh shit… is that why…?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, throwing my paws into the air, finally relieved he got the message. “He’s into you too, Colin. But he wants to go into this own pace.” I began gesturing between him and me. “So you can imagine what it looks like now that you’ve turned…”

He placed a hand on his hip and let out a sigh. “That’s fine. I respect that. But he can’t expect me to always accommodate him.”

Uh-oh.

His eyes flared up. Frustration provided the fuel. Years of lies provided the spark. He stormed past me, his big hand gently pushing me aside while his fingers firmly pressed against my shoulder, clearly telling me not to interfere. “If he wanted me to slow down, he should have just said something instead of saying nothing.”

“But -”

I never got to finish as he grabbed the doorknob and swung it open. Honestly, I’m surprised that it didn’t fly off the frame with how fast he pulled at it or how his muscles bunched from the motion. Gunnar’s eyes boggled the moment Colin, in his full, naked glory, was revealed. His almond-shaped eyes slowly drifting upwards, following the rows of abdominals to the huge pectorals and the tangling piercings from the downward-facing nipples and following the path of that trunk to the elephant’s features.

“Well hey there, Gunny!” Colin greeted. Though his cheerful tone masked his earlier determination, I could feel his eyes smoldering even from where I was standing a good distance behind him. “Did you come over for a little menage a trois?”

Immovable Object meets the Unstoppable Force 2: Nobody Gets Fucked.

Hi, I’m Nobody.

“Col…?” Gunnar gasped. “What…?” Then he caught sight of me lingering behind the huge pachyderm. Didn’t help that I was slightly taller than Colin and my fur was blue so I stuck out very easily. His features immediately hardened, just like a mountain, and he glared daggers at his friend. “So you went right into it, huh? Barely needed my permission.”

“As I recall, you explicitly told us to ‘Go fuck and become the beasts you both want to be’ and slammed the door in our faces,” countered Colin. “So that’s exactly what we did. Why are you so mad?”

I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell Colin to stop trying to force Gunnar into saying something he clearly wasn’t comfortable saying… when Anodyne stopped me.

“Before you say anything, think about it from Colin’s perspective. Check your bias.”

That made me stop.

Colin had valid points. One person shouldn’t have to accommodate or fully change for another. Look back at the movies from decades ago. There’s that trope where a person changes who they are completely just so that they would be appealing to the other protagonist. When you look at it objectively, that’s a terrible start to a relationship. On some level, it was outright abusive. A few years down the line to as little as a few months, that couple would quickly find that they aren’t a fit for one another. If they did the stupid thing and got married shortly after they suddenly ‘clicked’, then they would suddenly have the shackles of commitment on them on top of their relationship issues.

Shows just how ‘mature’ I was that I automatically favored Gunnar. It made me question why despite knowing and liking Colin more. Maybe it was because we were both Asian American and had similar upbringings. Might have been that I related more to the quiet closeted guy as opposed to the extroverted supermodel. Could’ve been I just love an underdog story. Whatever it was, I wouldn’t really learn about ‘unconscious bias’ until much later.

Look it up. It’s a thing.

“I’m mad because you clearly just fucked up the sheriff’s plans,” Gunnar hissed. “How the hell are we going to hide…” He gestured at Colin in aggravation. “Any of this!?”

“Liar.”

The simple, single word was enough to stun Gunnar for a good few seconds before we was able to shake his head and recover. “What did you say?” he spat, even going so far as to buff out his chest and stick out his lower lip indignantly.

“You’re lying,” accused Colin. “You’re not mad that Dee’s plans were screwed up. You’re mad because Duke got to pop my cherry and not you!”

Gunnar’s cheeks flushed red. “What!? I’m not -”

“Yes you are. Duke told me everything.”

And there we go. That look of utter betrayal. Gunnar’s eyes only briefly glanced at me but it was enough. The pain of being dragged out of the closet, of having your reputation shattered and being left naked and exposed in the cold, hard world. It burned more than the humiliation of a thousand judgmental suns.

Gunnar lowered his gaze, hands balling into fists and shaking quietly for a good few minutes.

“I… I don’t know what I expected.” He lifted his gaze, glaring at Colin indignantly. “But you know what? I’m happy!”

He definitely didn’t sound like it.

Pressing a hand against his chest, he shouted, “Now I get to tell you exactly how I feel.” With his other hand, he jabbed a finger against Colin’s chest. “You’re a pushy, arrogant, self-centered narcissist who wants everyone to always give you their undivided attention! You’re still that little kid who craves everyone else’s approval just to find people to hang out with! A borderline sociopath! Underneath it all though, you’re this thick-headed fucking idiot who has no boundaries and expects to be the conductor of everyone’s fates!”

Colin glowered. “And you are the hard-headed, slightly-xenophobic coward that’s afraid of change that you always were! It took the town sheriff to steer you in the right direction and even then, he had to make you think it was your choice to change! You’re so stuck in your comfort zone that you can’t see the world changing around you! Opportunities are coming and going, Gunny, and you are letting them pass you by because you’re too fucking afraid!”

They stared at each other, their fiery glowers filled with fury, pain and a passion that could ignite the stars. I swear, if this were a romantic comedy, they would have kissed at that moment.

Reality, however, is often disappointing.

Gunnar huffed, turned around and flipped us both the bird. He was storming off to his car and zooming off before I could even get to the door. Colin held me back, shutting the door without slamming it.

“Let him go,” huffed the pachyderm. “I’ll go tell Dee what’s happened.”

I glanced at the door and then back at Colin. “You’re not going after him?”

“Why?” asked the fireman, turning away from me. Just by the way his shoulders slumped, I could tell he was heartbroken. “He’s made his choice clear.”

Dozens of arguments flew through my head. Most of them were cliches and others were sappy tag lines or slogans from commercials or movies. Don’t give up on him. Give him time and space. You’re meant for each other. All bullshit excuses that wouldn’t work in reality, at least not the way things were now.

And that’s when it hit me.

Things wouldn’t work the way things were now.

Unstoppable force meets immovable object… except… neither the force nor the object actually tried talking to one another. The force just started ramming at the object without asking it to move. Which of them was what remained to be determined.

I opened my muzzle to give Colin my revelation… but shut it.

Instead, I turned around, opened the door and dashed off into the night.

?

“What are you thinking?” Anodyne asked as I dashed up the road in what I thought was the direction that Gunnar had driven to. My instinct was to check the EMT’s house but at the same time, I wasn’t familiar enough with Grimmwood to know where said house was. So I was really just trying to keep moving so that if someone were to peek out their window at the dimly lit streets, they wouldn’t be able to get a good look at me.

“Those two need to stop being so stubborn and just talk to one another,” I resolved, charging down the road. My big, bare feet stomped on the concrete beneath me. Surprisingly, none of it cracked. My muscles weren’t as tired as I expected them to be even as I rounded my second block. By now, I’d normally be winded and wishing for death but I was feeling pretty energized. “The problem is that they’re both too proud to admit their feelings for one another. Colin is waiting for Gunnar and Gunnar has got it into his head that he can’t talk about his feelings because he’s a man. I need to change that.”

“You need to or you want to?”

Good question. It made me slow my pace as I approached my third street corner.

“I need to, Dyne. This is my fault.”

“Are you sure? Their relationship wasn’t great as it was. Are you sure you’re not just absorbing responsibility for their inability to communicate because you were in proximity or witness to their falling out?”

Damnit. My sentient ink construct was making a lot of sense too.

“No,” I said firmly. “Maybe I could make that excuse if I hadn’t turned Colin, talked to Gunnar or wandered into town but I did. Like it or not, I’m the catalyst and I’m going to make things right.”

“If you’re sure.”

I glanced at where he was hovering over my left arm. “You don’t sound convinced.”

The serpent seemed to smile at me. “No. I’m convinced. I’m just pleased, is all.”

“Why?”

“Because such a flaw is typical of humanity.”

I let out a snort and glanced around the dark and quiet street. “Damn… Now I don’t know where to go.”

“You seem to sympathize with him well. What do you feel?”

I glanced to my left and then to my right. Nothing but rows of dimly lit houses and poor street lighting in either direction. Another damn crossroads. Wishing for some big daddy to hypnotize me and tell me what to do grew more and more appealing with each crisis that reared its ugly head. Maybe that was the reason why I often fantasized of being someone’s pup.

No time for self-reflection, though.

“If he’s anything like me, he’d be angry but at the same time scheming about ways to prove people really know or like me,” I concluded. “Guys like us internalize a lot of the shit that goes on in our minds and constantly come up with crazy scenarios. It’d be like a weird litmus test.”

Anodyne swirled down towards my stomach. “Manipulative but also not the most conniving thing I’ve ever borne witness to. What are you thinking?”

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. “If I were Gunnar and I was just betrayed by the guy who had sniffed out my secret and found out the guy I liked was pulling away from me… I’d try to figure out some way to get Colin to prove he knows me. I’d avoid going to any the obvious locations. Diesel’s place and my house.”

“I would caution that this is not some fantasy and reality but at the same time, there are extraneous circumstances. Go on.”

The word ‘fantasy’ got me thinking. If I were in Gunnar’s shoes, I’d feel a pang of jealousy that everyone would be talking about someone else’s fantasy apart from my own. There’d be a poetic justice that I’d be drawn to by living out my fantasy for once.

Turning to the street on the right, I said, “I’d probably focus on going somewhere that’s significant to the person I want to sniff me out. Like it’d be blatantly obvious to that person if they tried. Maybe the high school? That’s where Gunnar and Colin connected…”

“Would that not be too simple?”

“True…” I glanced to the left. “The alternative is something more obscure but still significant…” Something caught my gaze off in the distance. It looked like an abnormally large billboard. My gaze narrowed and I began running towards it.

To this day I don’t know if it was my curse acting up or just a feeling I got. Something just… called to be about the drive-through theater in the distance. Looking back, I’m sure it was the fact that if I were Gunnar, it would be the place I’d go to and cling onto. It would be private, intimate and out there in the dark, there wouldn’t be anyone else to observe how I would spy on my crush from the corner of my eyes. An aging establishment like that would similarly hold significance to someone who was so adverse to change.

Still, I had no clue if that was something Gunnar was even into or if he shared with Colin. Yet I was drawn to it. The curse? My own curiosity? Some stupid hunch?

Really don’t know.

Whatever the case, it paid off. I dashed towards the drive-in movie theater, unsurprisingly empty save for a single car - Gunnar’s car. There was nothing playing on the screen at the time and no one manning the stalls. Honestly, with the state of the screen and the fencing around it, the place looked like it hadn’t seen use in years. The boom gate that would’ve stopped people from driving right on through was perpetually raised. The booth sitting right next to it was grayed out with so much dust and cobwebs that even with a street lamp right across the street from it, it was impossible to see past the glass. If this town was more heavily populated, the facility would’ve been used as a free parking lot.

Part of me suspected that Gunnar may have ditched his car here to throw people off the scent. To laugh at people like me who barely knew him while his true goal was to go somewhere far more significant to him and Colin. I was pleasantly surprised to find that was not the case and found him quietly encased in the cocoon of his car.

He was spaced out, lost in his own little world, because when I knocked on the window, he jumped and stared at me with so much terror in his eyes that I swear I could see his soul leave his body. I made a gesture to ask if he could lower the glass. For a long, excruciating minute, he just stared at me, questioning where I had the balls to ask him to talk.

It stood there in the dark for a minute or two before he finally sighed and turned away. I was about to start pleading my case when Anodyne pointed out that the doors were unlocked. I wasn’t really sure what his intentions were but I made sure to walk in front of the car, in full view of him as I moved towards the passenger seat. I left the door open for about thirty seconds, pretending to try and figure out how I’d fit into the car to make sure he wasn’t going to snap at me. When no fiery retaliation came, I squeezed myself back into his car and shut the door.

‘Awkward silence’ didn’t even begin to cover the tension in the air. If you’ve ever been crammed in a room with a serial killer, a super-hot bodybuilder, a judgmental parent all fighting for a ball of insecurity… first what’s your number because I want to hear that story. Secondly, that was exactly what I got from Gunnar. He simultaneously wanted to kill, fuck and cry at me. He was intelligent enough to know that this situation was his fault but at the same time I shared equal blame. We were in a sort of impasse.

Another crossroads and another situation where neither party was willing to move.

Gunnar Heinrich everyone, the Lord of Stalemates.

Well I’m going to dethrone him.

“Let’s fuck.”

He jerked away from me. “What!?”

“I’ve heard of thinner premises for sex,” I answered with a shrug. “I just fucked your not-so-boyfriend. Only thing to do is to fuck me too so that we’re even then we can star-wipe to the cheesy happy ending.”

Gunnar gave me a look like I was insane. “You’re joking, right? You can’t just fix this with sex. This isn’t some stupid porn where everyone is happy after fucking.”

I pointed triumphantly at him. “Ah-ha! So you do watch porn!”

“I never said I didn’t!”

A devilish grin crossed my features. “But it was gay porn wasn’t it?”

That made him squirm and, in the quietest voice, he admitted, “Yes…”

“Then why the fuck are you sitting here pouting and acting like me sleeping with Colin is the last nail on the coffin that proves being gay isn’t the life for you?” The look on his face confirmed my suspicions. Before he could say anything, I quickly added, “No, I’m not a mind reader and no the curse isn’t giving me psychic powers. I’ve just been where you are.” I gestured at my chest. “Closeted Asian, remember? Grew up in an Ultra-Christian environment where people examine each and every one of your actions with an electron microscope. I’m filled with as much self-doubt as you are and I’ve been putting up these ‘gates’ for my decisions all my life.”

I gestured at the blank movie screen in front of us. “You were thinking that if Colin found you here, that’d be a sign that he knows you and you’ll give it another shot. That’ll be your trigger to confess things to him. That’s how the movies do it, right?”

Gunnar’s eyes drifted away from me.

“You know what I’m going to say next,” I accused. He nodded without saying a word. “I’m still going to say it then.” I paused for dramatic effect. Funny, I’d been on the receiving end of these lectures all my life. My super-successful brothers were usually the source of said lectures. Even when hanging around with Barry, sermons of my broken state was expected right after sex. It kind of felt good to be doing the lecturing for once.

“This is real life,” I concluded. “That’s how it works in movies but in reality, it’s very different.”

“You made it here, didn’t you?” he mumbled.

“But I’m not Colin.”

“Maybe that’s the sign I’m looking for.”

I ran a paw down my muzzle. “Stop looking for signs, dude. You’re waiting for something - anything - to tell you that you’re gay and to embrace that lifestyle but there’s a big, blonde hunky one that’s been knocking on your door for ages!” I swung my arm wildly and -

Smash.

Punched right through the passenger-side window. Sometimes, I still forget that I’m eight feet tall and weight a tonne. How this car was even functioning with me in it was a mystery.

“You’re paying for that,” Gunnar growled, glaring at me.

Offering him a bashful grin, I said, “Can I pay in live-changing advice?”

He turned away from me. “Depends if I take it.”

“Then consider this a freebie.” I reached out and gently gripped his shoulder. “Remember what I said about the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object?”

Again, he gave me that stare like he thought I was crazy. “Yeah, yeah. Unstoppable force learns to move around the immovable object…” He let out a frustrated cry, lifting his head like he was shouting to the heavens. “But why do I have to change for him!? Why can’t he change for me? Why do I have to be the one to compromise? Why can’t he just slow down and stop for me?”

I wanted to point out that Colin already had. For the past few years, the hot firefighter had stopped himself from going out, from exploring the world and from living a life as a free gay man for Gunnar. He had let Gunnar anchor him to Grimmwood.

But instead, I just stared at the EMT beside me without saying a word.

When he finally detected my silence, he glared at me. “What?”

I refused to answer. I think I was finally starting to get how to communicate to Gunnar. It came when he said those five words after I offered my advice. ‘Depends if I take it’. The stubborn ass wasn’t going to move if I forced my thoughts onto him. The only way he was going to move was if he decided to do so himself.

So… I just stared.

“Stop looking at me like that!” he barked. “What? What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to get!?”

Again, I just gave him that look.

“What are you trying to tell me!?” he shouted, rising up to my face. “Do you want me to kiss you? Is that it? Just give up and change into a beast!? Do you want me to ‘chill out’ or something? Do you want me to… to…” He let out a frustrated shout and turned away. “… Do you want me to be so stubborn and being a roadblock to everyone around me?”

He let out a ragged sigh. “To… to realize that Colin has been compromising already… for me. That I’m chaining him down. He could be free. He’s the unstoppable force and he’s spent all these years stopping for… for me.”

Bingo.

Barry would be proud.

“Fuck…” Gunnar sighed to himself. “I have been such a stupid fuck.”

“I think it comes from the way we were raised,” I confessed softly. “For the longest time, we were always forced to do things our parents or even society expected from us. For you, it was your grandparents. Me, it was my dad and brothers. It was… traumatizing.” I leaned back into my seat, watching my own bestial reflection in the rear-view mirror. “When we were finally free, or at least thought we were free, of the cage we were still shackled down. Found something comforting and clung onto it. Creatures of habit or maybe just locked down by trauma.”

“Sounds to me like you were well-adjusted,” he rumbled with a bit of spite in his voice. “Didn’t you go out to indulge in your gay fantasies once a week?”

I let out a bitter laugh. Lifting my paws, I regarded them with the same amount of bitterness and regret. “A well-adjusted guy would have been out to his college friends and wouldn’t need to sneak out once a week. They’d be comfortable enough with their own skin that when asked about what they would really want in the world, they would have a straight answer and not get cursed into a big, blue beast.”

The EMT with his arms folded let out a soft sigh. “So what now? Do I just go up to Colin and apologize?”

“That’s a start.”

“Right in the deep end, huh?” A cold breeze blew in from the broken window, ruffling my fur and causing Gunnar to shiver. I instinctively wrapped an arm around his shoulder, not only to keep him warm but also to show him that I was there to provide comfort. “Wish I didn’t have to do this.”

“No one wants to leave their comfort zone. But I guess the other way to look at it is…” I grinned lightly and poked his chest. “… you’re just expanding your comfort zone.” A little smile touched my lips. “It wasn’t that long ago when a friend of mine reminded me that not too long ago I didn’t believe in magic or cursed and now here I am, a nexus for this curse.” I pulled him a little closer, allowing him to rest his head against my shoulder. “If you don’t keep pushing yourself forward, you’re going to get left behind. Then one day, you’re going to wake up and be surprised that everyone has moved so farther ahead of you while you’re still sitting int he same place as you were so long ago.”

Gunner lifted an arm, making me think he was about to brush me away. Instead, he waved it in a gesture of helplessness. “Where do I start, though?”

Good question. It was far too cliche to just tell him to go up and confess to Colin how he felt. If there was anything I learned about Gunnar, I couldn’t force him to do anything. At least not right now. He needed to come to reach those conclusions himself.

Then he shivered a little. I forgot we were in the middle of winter, far up north and there was an shattered window not too far away from me. Being covered in thick fur had its benefits.

“Let’s start simple,” I began. “Is being this close to me making you uncomfortable?”

He snuggled a little up against me, his head sliding down the slope of my shoulder until it rested against my left pectoral. “No. This is… This is actually nice.” One of his hands gently grasped my thumb and gently guided my paw down across his chest. I gripped him a little, stopping his shivering a little.

“So you don’t mind contact with other beefy guys.”

“Have you seen Colin?” quipped Gunnar. We both chuckled at that. “And I’m not a prude. I can appreciate big, sexy guys. It’s just that… I don’t know anything about being with a guy and at this point… I’m kind of scared to ask.”

“Have you been with a girl before?”

“I’ve dated girls, yeah.”

“Did you ever have sex with them?”

His eyes dropped. “Do handjobs and blowjobs count?”

In my mind, they didn’t. Not really. But I realized that if I discounted his experienced, Gunnar would feel worse as I’d effectively be calling him a 30-year-old virgin. Really, sex isn’t just about genital penetration. There are dozens of sex acts that don’t require penetration. Frotting is one of my favorites. Then there are the more extreme ones like… I dunno… The Pikachu Master where you sit across from your partner, hook up their nipples to electric… Actually. Nevermind. I’ve never done any of that shit but you can say I’m in that position where I’m testing how the old adage ‘curiosity killed the cat’ works when the cat happens to belong to Mr. Schroedinger.

“They do,” I said, using my other hand and gently rubbing his shoulders so they were warm. He snuggled up closer to me. “So guy talk, what turns you on?”

He took a second to shuffle a little deeper into my pecs before responding. “I honestly don’t know. When I feel the ‘urge’ to get off, I just kind of jerk it. I’ve never really considered what turns me on.”

“So when you masturbate you don’t do it to a video, hot pictures or… anything?”

Gunnar shook his head, his short hair ruffling my chest hair. “No. I’m just… in the moment of feeling all the pleasure from my dick. Is… is that weird?”

“No dude, that’s so zen.” I laughed softly. “With how saturated the world is right now with porn, it is honestly refreshing to find someone that’s so… chill about what gets them off. So… in the moment.”

“What kind of stuff do you get off to?”

I flashed back to introducing Diesel to the furry side of the internet and how ravenously he consumed all that content. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m a furry…”

“Was this before or after you transformed into a sexy, eight-foot monster with a dick that would destroy anyone and anything that attempted it?”

“Before.” I gently nudged his cheek with my knuckle. “And hey, you called me ‘sexy’.”

“I never said you weren’t,” Gunnar mumbled, blushing and turning away from me. “I just have more self-control than most not to go pouncing on the first unusual thing that crosses my sight and thinks ‘I can fuck that’.”

I let out a little laugh and held him against me a little tighter. “Sounds like you could do to be a little more impulsive.”

“Being impulsive gets people in trouble…”

I gently ran my paw across his thick pectorals. Whether it was because he was tensed up or he was purposefully flexing for me, those muscles of his were firm and perky - like running my hand over a smooth, metal sphere. He squirmed a little the moment my thumb brushed against his nipples.

“Being impulsive is the first step to opening up. Stop listening to that little voice in your head that makes you doubt every move that you make. Just go for it. Let yourself be a little more zen and go with the flow.”

Gunnar sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth and held it for a surprisingly long time. When he exhaled, he said, in one breath, “Zen, huh?” He leaned back, closed his eyes and gently grabbed my paw. His hand was trembling. Trepidation was thick in the air. Still, he pressed on and guided my thumb back over his nipple.

As eager as I was, I took it slow. With just my thumb, I gently ran circles around his nipples. Satisfaction bubbled through my stomach as I felt him tense and then immediately relax as all that rigidity went straight to his nipple, immediately perking up and poking through his uniform. He sucked air through his teeth, each breath a ragged huff that quickly relaxed into a soft sigh as I finished one lap with my thumb.

Gunnar’s hand remained placed over my paw, ready to yank me away if I ever did anything to cross that invisible line. With each breath he sucked in, he shuffled a little further and further up my chest until his short hair was rubbing up against my chin. I angled my to the side, my muzzle hovering over his ears. My hot hot breath wafted into his ears, making him tilt his head away but his eyelids to simultaneously flutter.

I whispered into his ear two magical words into his ears, “Trust me.”

A soft whine left his lips. His fingers slowly drifted away from my paw, running along the back, tracing the veins across my knuckles before falling away about halfway up my forearm. Confirmation.

I added a little bit of flicking to his nipple teasing. He bit his lower lip, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards into a barely contained smile. I leaned down towards his exposed neck, gently nuzzling the corded muscles there. It was with great expertise that I nibbled on his taut flesh with my fangs without breaking the skin. That mastery of my own anatomy despite having only obtained it in the past few weeks was enough proof to make me realize that I was in another fantasy.

What fantasy remained a question.

Gunnar bucked suddenly and for the briefest of moments, I saw the outline of his erect cock through his pants. Clearly, he was enjoying this no matter how restrained his moans were. His shirt was slightly dislodged by the movement, sliding up ever so slightly to show off his washboard abs. My paw instinctively gravitated towards those taut muscles, not that I resisted the temptation. I had never touched such rigid natural abdominals before. The beasts I had made before grew them, for sure, but this was the first time I got to touch was that was so… untainted. Perhaps there was something in the idea of corrupting someone so pure and yet so perfect that spurred me on but my mind was drifting further south to really delve into the philosophies of the moment.

Strange. Despite having abs myself in this bestial form, I had never taken the time to adore them or really feel them. I guess they felt surreal to me even now, weeks after my transformation. Touching Gunnar’s stomach muscles was the first time I genuinely considered I had touched diamond-hard abdominal muscles. The feeling of each breath causing the cheese grater-like muscles to clench, the pull of gravity that drew my fingers into the crevasses between each muscle and the smooth way that those mounds didn’t lose any of their size or firmness even as he exhaled. It was all intoxicating. I was drooling all over his neck, nibbling at his flesh as he squirmed more and more into my grip.

Slowly, my paw found its way up his shirt and to his unattended nipple. The moment my pawpads pressed against it, he tensed up like a rubber band. I paused, holding my breath. Two seconds later, he let out soft moan and slowly began to relax. My fingers danced around his areolas. Quakes of pleasure shot through his entire body. He was basically dry-humping the air. His pecs were growing even more tense with each pump. There was nothing sexier than his muscled chest growing more and more defined with each passing second. Too bad he wore a shirt that actually fit his physique so he wasn’t going to burst out of it any time soon.

Or maybe he would?

It didn’t matter because at that moment, Gunnar let out a loud “Fuck it” and pulled away from me.

Just as I was halfway through my thought of wondering if I had done anything wrong, Gunnar turned to face me. He grabbed the seams of his shirt, digging his fingers between the buttons and immediately tore it right down the middle. One button bounced off my muzzle. He ripped right through his shirt and singlet, revealing his huge, plump pectorals.

I have seen the face of god and it is those two, perfectly shaped, striated mounds supported by a pillar made out of a six-pack.

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my muzzle right between his pectorals. I could have suffocated there and then and I would have died a happy man. My own cock was already out of my sheath and oozing precum. It had slipped between his thighs and managed to slide upwards against his back, forming a sort of saddle for him to sit on. He flexed his pecs at me, sandwiching my face between his muscles and pushing his manly scent into my nostrils. He smelled a little of disinfectant and sweat; a gym that was overly anal of keeping their equipment clean. I couldn’t help but sneak a taste of his flesh.

A moan rose from his throat.

My paws gravitated towards his pants while my muzzle moved towards his right nipple. His breathing grew erratic as I slowly and seductively traced the line of his pectoral towards that sensitive nub. All of his focus was on his chest that he barely even registered as I unbuttoned his pants and finally let his modest six-inch cock free. The goal of my paws achieved, one of my paws moved around to the small of his back which I gripped tightly to keep him stable while my other paw moved towards his remaining nipple. My lips and fingers met their goals at the same time.

Gunnar arched his back, throwing his head back and letting out a loud, “God yes!” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as we both threw aside any pretenses and threw ourselves into the fantasy. I suckled at his teat like a newborn hungry for milk while he madly humped my abdomen, grinding his cock against my furry abs while he simultaneously clenched his ass against my throbbing dick.

Pressure was building from our organs but I felt a different kind of pressure building in his pectorals. He kept pumping his chest, bouncing them with each suckle like he was trying to make sure that whenever I sucked on them, the most of his flesh was in me. He did this with the other nipple as well as I toyed with it using my free paw. The flesh between my fangs grew thicker and bigger. At first, I thought it was just his muscles getting pumped from constant stimulation.

How naive I was.

In between his moans and groans, there was an odd… gurgling sound. Before I could even register what it was, something wet, warm and creamy-sweet burst onto my tongue. Gunnar let out a gasp like he had just had a mini-orgasm. The same fluid dripped down my paw and I immediately stopped what I was doing to glance in amazement at the substance between my fingers.

Gunnar quickly came down from his high to glance down, wondering why I had stopped. Our eyes met and then gravitated towards my paw which was now covered with a white, milky substance. I don’t know why I did it - maybe it was the fantasy - but I offered my milk-covered paw to Gunnar. There was no hesitation in his eyes as he opened his lips and I shoved my fingers into his muzzle. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began humping and thrusting into my abs all the more. His hands rose up and gripped his pectorals, squeezing them roughly. More of his milk poured out of his nipples and all over my muzzle.

I greedily dove for the sources of the sweet, nutritious fluids. My hormones grew wild with every drop I drank. I think I read somewhere that a mother’s hormones were transfered through their breast milk or something. Maybe it was the same here because the more I drank, the hornier I got. I was hungry for more. The squirts and trickles of his pec-milk quickly evolved into a constant stream and then a gushing waterfall that was shooting down my throat with all the force of a fire hose. Okay… maybe that was an exaggeration but I was in bliss.

My cock was burning with need and he was suckling on my fingers like it was the cock that he was so hungry for and had been deprived of for years. The pressure from his pectorals only seemed to grow and what relief he got from the orgasmic sensations of ejecting his milk had diminishing returns. The need to cum overtook the desire to be milked. His thrusts grew more and more frantic. The moans he was making grew higher in pitch and I could feel the volcano that was his sexual repression about to explode.

As always with these fantasies, my orgasm came rushing out faster than I was ready. My cock spasmed, cum erupting from my balls and funneling all sixteen inches of my dick in a violent torrent. I wanted to pull away, to scream, to roar in orgasm but the fantasy had be clamped firmly onto his nipple as my seed exploded from by dick with enough force that it shattered the other window of his truck and splattered out onto the empty parking lot.

At the same time, both his nipples and his cock erupted with his bodily fluids. My muzzle was filled to the brim with the sweet juices and I could only manage one swallow before I finally had to pull away and let the rest of the flood splash all over my face. Gunnar’s cry of ecstasy shook the car. The blast from the twin cannons on his chest threw me back against the far door, drowning my vision in a flood of white.

We both convulsed in our respective orgasms, bathing in the liquid that we both ejaculated. In many ways, both he and Colin were made for one another given the fantasies that they were part of. These thoughts were washed away in the inevitable bliss that quickly followed.

I don’t know how long we lay there, just spewing liquids from our bodies, but at some point or another, he collapsed against me and I’m pretty sure we drifted off into exhaustion.

It was only an incessant ringing that woke us up.

“Whuzzat…?” I mumbled.

Gunnar groaned softly and rolled to his side. I saw him pluck his phone from his pocket. Somehow it had remained dry and untarnished despite the mess we had made. He gave me a lopsided grin as he held his phone to his ear without looking to see who it was.

“Hello?”

Diesel’s gravelly voice came from the other side. “Gunnar? Thank Christ.”

“Dee?” he replied, trying to bring himself out of his stupor but only partially succeeding. He tried to get up but slipped on my milk-and-cum-soaked fur. After a few attempts he gave up and just rolled on his back, resting his head between my fuzzy pectorals while he continued the phone conversation. “Did Colin tell you to call me?”

With him a little closer to me, I could hear the conversation a little clearer.

“Naw. Why? Should he? What happened?”

He tilted his head back at me, smiling faintly before turning back towards the phone. “Don’t worry about it.” Then his features turned serious. “If Colin didn’t call you… then why are you calling me?”

“We… uh… we got a situation. Is Duke with ya?”

?

Diesel had to admit that he had some trepidation leaving Duke to go off with Gunnar. There was no one more stubborn in town that Gunnar Heinrich but he was sure that if Duke could win him over, then everyone else in the town would be won over eventually. The problem lay with staying low until the time came to reveal his new self to the entire town.

The problem was, Sheriff Diesel Cooke was a very sociable person. Everyone in Grimmwood knew the sheriff and he was involved in everyone’s lives in some way shape or form. Having already spent the past day absent after his transformation, he grew worried that people would start snooping around and asking questions. He was already getting calls from the station asking if he was going to come in to work. Diesel rarely ever lied so when he told him the same story he had given his nosy neighbor Jonathan - he was helping out a kid in need. That was believable enough and he didn’t get more questions than that.

Still, he was a little wary that if he prolonged this any further, people would start getting suspicious. That was a problem he could deal with after he explored his sexuality more.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, he did like having sex with Duke but he wanted to explore his newfound desires without the influence of someone as kinky as the blue behemoth. So he was more than eager to let Duke go off with Gunnar and the minute he was gone, Diesel went to his study, pulled the blinds and then sat himself down in front of his computer, cock already at half-mast.

He got all the way up to the login page of Far2Furry when an ominous creaking noise emerged from his armchair. There was no time to look down as, at that moment, the plastic and wood of the frame immediately shattered and sent him crashing to the ground with a loud crash. Perhaps it was because Duke was no longer there for his curse to make the implausible, plausible but Diesel sat on his rump, dazed and with his cock remaining unattended. Huffing in annoyance, he cleaned up the mess and then had the brilliant idea to bring his recliner in from the lounge.

With his new size and strength, it was relatively easy. The weight of the chair was no problem. He could easily heft it over his shoulder in one arm if he had the room. The problem was getting a fully assembled chair through the narrow corridors of his home with him occupying the space simultaneously. It took the better part of an hour to find out which angle the chair would actually fit through the doors while giving himself enough leverage to push it through without breaking the door frames. At one point, he was genuinely tempted to smash the frames so that he could get through.

Then he considered the sly looks Duke or Colin would throw him and the follow-up questions about what he was doing that needed a chair replaced that badly. So he persisted albeit with as much care as possible.

Once he had positioned the chair just like he wanted it, he gently seated his furry rump on the leather and waited a few minutes before easing himself back into the comfortable mass. There were no loud creaks, no ominous groans and overall no complaints from his chair.

Good. He liked this chair.

Maneuvering a mouse with his huge paws took some getting used to but he still managed to login to the whole new world that Duke had introduced him to. He was still exploring exactly what turned him on but it didn’t take long for him to start getting hard. Licking his lips in anticipation and with his left paw already gravitating towards his crotch, Diesel leaned back, getting comfortable as he began browsing the site’s massive archive of furry art.

Then the doorbell rang.

“God fuckin’ damnit!” he cursed, his rounded ears flattening against his head. “Ignore it,” he told himself. “They dun know yer ‘ere.”

About fifteen seconds later, another ring of the doorbell and this time, it was followed by some incessant knocking. Diesel was already at half-mast but the constant presence of someone else ten feet away took away from any pleasure he could feel at the moment. The blinds were drawn, there were walls between them and he was being very discrete but it was like he was back in his teenage years locking the door to the bathroom and jerking it in the shower to hide any evidence of his acts. Constant fear of discovery elevated his heart rate but soured the experience.

Another ring of the doorbell and more knocking.

“Sheriff? I know you’re in there! Your car is still here.”

It was fucking Jonathan Prinsky.

Diesel got up fast and with enough force that the very heavy recliner was pushed back up against the rear wall. It didn’t even have any wheels. Fury and frustration burned through his veins. Good thing that he had enough self-control to grab a towel from his bathroom and wrap it around his waist to hide his raging semi. By the time Jonathan had rang the doorbell and was just halfway through his fourth series of knocks, the Sheriff angrily yanked the door open.

“Jonathan,” he growled.

The nosy neighbor flinched, his gaze wandering from the furry, muscled belly that domination his vision down to the very visible tent in the far-too-small towel wrapped around the broad waist. Self-control immediately yanked his eyes back up to the fierce stare of the polar bear glaring down at him.

“Sheriff,” Prinsky managed to stammer. “I… I…I…” He managed to muster up some courage and his features steeled themselves. “I wanted to express my concern that this ‘guest’ of yours is a bad influence.” He waved towards the driveway where Diesel’s truck stood alone. “I saw him leave in his fursuit with Gunnar. I’m concerned that he may be corrupting the other members of our humble community. Then there is the fact that you…”

His voice trailed off as Diesel’s thick, gray brows knitted together.

“… you are… are still in your… suit even when he’s not around.”

There were a myriad of excuses he could have used. Maybe claim that he didn’t want Duke to come back without him in his suit giving the impression that he couldn’t wait to get out of it. Another was simply to say that he was generally uncomfortable in a suit so staying inside of it would build his tolerance to it. However, he had enough of Prinsky’s nosiness and if he was going to change the town for the better, Jonathan needed an attitude adjustment.

Leaning down so that his nose was just hovering over Jonathan’s, he spoke in a low, even growl that could have made base guitars blush. “Yer a good boy, aintcha, Jonathan?”

The moment he said those two magical words, Jonathan’s eyes became unfocused and what courage he had mustered faded, loosening his jaw until it was slack and hanging open.

“Yes…” he mumbled.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes… sir…”

Diesel couldn’t help but grin. So he did have powers after all. “Good boy.”

A dopey grin began crawling onto Jonathan’s face; the kind of expression a dog had when he was praised. If he just had a tail then the image would be complete.

Suddenly very aware that he was out in the open half-naked, Diesel stepped aside and swept his arm towards his home. “Come on in, Jonathan.”

Whatever his neighbor was thinking was long gone as he shuffled inside, arms hanging loosely by his side and eyes completely glazed over. He shut the door behind Prinsky. Just to test his theory, he asked loudly if Jonathan minded if he went around naked and proceeded to drop the towel from his waist. His neighbor just shook his head, uttering compliance.

Smiling to himself, Diesel felt a rush of power that he hadn’t felt in a long time. As a modest fellow even in his younger years, he had never felt the need to exercise any sort of authority over people. Even when he was young and wrestling with other guys, he always met victories with grace and humility. As the sheriff of this small town, he greeted people and problems with kindness instead of force.

But now, something just seemed to have been unleashed within him. A beast.

“Follow me, Jonathan,” he commanded and moved towards his study without looking behind him. He knew Prinsky was following behind.

Once again, he parked himself in his recliner, his cock already at half-mast as Jonathan positioned himself awkwardly across from him, standing on the other side of his table.

“Ya know, Jonathan,” Diesel began, “Ya say yer a good boy but all this nosin’ ‘bout really bothers people. Bothers me.”

A crestfallen looked crossed Jonathan’s face. “I’m so sorry, Sheriff. What can I do to make it up to you?”

Diesel crossed his arms behind his head. “Ya wanna be a really good boy?”

“Yes sir!” There was that excited, puppy-like expression again.

“Really?”

“Yes, sir! The best!”

Diesel’s grin turned savage. “Then use yer tongue ta clean my pits. I’ve been workin’ up a sweat.”

Without even a second of hesitation, Jonathan moved around the table and dove straight towards Diesel’s sweaty armpits, burying his face into the thick bush of silvery hair there. He mumbled something about being a ‘good boy’ as he proceeded to nuzzle and lick the fur. Diesel couldn’t stop himself from growing fully hard. It wasn’t just the close intimacy of having another man worshiping and adoring him. The thrill and power of dominating someone like this; of having someone completely in his command… it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

As the town’s Sheriff, he stood amongst the people as equals. Sure he had authority and he had the guns but he was always tiptoeing along that tightrope between being a member of the community and being their guardian. With Prinsky cleaning his armpits with his tongue, letting out soft moans while simultaneously starting to hump his leg… it was different. He wasn’t just Jonathan’s Sheriff. He was the nosy neighbor’s king. His god.

And Diesel found that he liked it.

“Yer done in that pit, boy,” he growled. “Th’ other one needs yer attention.”

Prinsky pulled away, a dopey grin on his features. It was brief but just as Jonathan uttered, “Yes sir,” Diesel could swear he saw a little black smudge at the end of the man’s nose. He dismissed it as just a trick of the light and those worries quickly evaporated as Jonathan buried himself into Diesel’s other armpit and began smothering himself in the pheromone-soaked hairs there.

Diesel’s other paw gravitated towards his cock which he instinctively began massaging from throbbing base to oozing tip shamelessly. Pride swelled in his chest; pride over his build, pride over all his efforts to build this town and pride over his plan to make this place a paradise for men like him, Colin and Gunnar. A place where none of them had to hide from the world because of who they slept with or how they appeared. Where he could be free to be who he wanted to be. And now, it was confirmed that he had the power to enforce that mandate.

Jonathan’s moans grew longer and louder. He was clearly enjoying this. Diesel couldn’t tell whether that was a side-effect of Diesel’s hypnotic powers or some deep seated need for the sheriff’s adoration. Whatever the case, he could feel Prinsky’s boner pushing through those awful white jeans and rubbing against his thighs as his neighbor dutifully cleaned his armpits. A dollop of his precum fell down upon his rounded belly.

“Clean that up, will ya, pup?” growled Diesel.

The command was so vague and open to interpretation and yet Prinsky moved without hesitation to lap up the smears of clear fluid that had fallen onto Diesel’s copious, silvery treasure trail. Diesel’s grin wavered a little, however, as he watched Prinsky’s tongue stretched longer and longer as it traced laps up and down from his belly button up to the base of his pectorals. A strange cracking noise quickly followed as Jonathan’s features inched further and further away from his skull. A very distinct muzzle shape emerged, fangs pushing out from beneath black, rubbery lips while the tip of his nose was covered in a black, leathery layer of skin. Tawny fur spread from around the base of his nose, quickly spreading all over his his face as his ears retreated to the top of his head, springing up into two, large triangular radar dishes that flicked back and forth with more expression than the neighbor had ever earnestly displayed.

When the last drop of precum was cleaned from Diesel’s belly, the features of a bread, grinning German Shepherd regarded Diesel, eager for his next command.

“Am I a good boy, sir?” whimpered Prinsky.

Diesel’s cock twitched. This was perfect.

He reached forward, rubbing his new pet between the ears. Prinsky nuzzled his huge paw affectionately, eyes closed and tongue hanging out. “Yes. You’re a very, good boy, Jonathan. Now, sit on daddy’s lap.”

Though the rest of him remained human, Prinsky’s form was already starting to show signs of transformation. As he crawled onto Diesel’s sizable torso, his fingernails hardening into black nails as he did so. Mass quickly began ballooning onto his body, causing his very vanilla, tan shirt and white pants to start groaning in protest. Each of his heavy pants caused the buttons on his shirt to strain. Diesel didn’t mind the rainfall of drool falling from the canine muzzle on his chest as Prinsky’s ass hovered over the tip of his eager cock.

The sheriff growled lustfully and gripped the seat of Jonathan’s pants, his own claws digging into the fabric there. Small punctures in the fabric was enough to cause the entire garment to start coming undone. Loud ripping noises emanated from Prinsky’s clothing, brown fur sprouting from beneath it all. A large, brown and black tail came unfurling from the base of Prinsky’s spine, a huge flag of surrender as the town’s resident busy-body gave himself entirely to the sheriff.

No prompting was needed from Diesel at all as Prinsky reached back, gently grabbed the tip of the big bear’s cock and angled towards it his ass. Diesel grunted and couldn’t help but thrust upwards into the eager hole offered to him. Prinsky let out a very loud dog-like yip as his virgin hole was penetrated. There was an entirely different sensation as his cock pierced that wet, hot flesh and the initial tightness of the virgin ass began shifting all around his sensitive member while Prinsky’s entire form transformed. It was almost like Jonathan was growing around his cock, more and more of his pucker swallowing his cock without either of them moving.

Large, rippling quads burst out from the remnants of Jonathan’s pants, revealing the clear divide between each group of muscles despite the long black and brown fur covering it. The strength in them helped the canine grip Diesel’s strong belly all the more and gave him more force as he speared himself over and over again on the bear’s massive cock.

Diesel glanced watched as those legs lengthened and grew stronger, more powerful. In his mind, this was exactly the kind of breed he wanted in his town. Powerful. Willing to put in physical work. Not afraid to break a sweat. It would be a town where he wouldn’t be the only one keeping everything and everyone together. Everyone would be working as one and they would use these huge muscles to make it happen.

But they would not go unrewarded.

He moved one of his paws away from Prinsky’s furry ass, managing to dodge the waving tail as he did so. His claw hooked the stubborn elastic that remained around the dog’s waist. A simple flick of his wrist, the band snapped. Like the greyhound to the starting gun, Jonathan’s human cock shot right out of the remnants of his underwear. All at once, the six-inch dick inflated with a suddenness that its flesh became bright red from the sheer amount of blood being pumped into it. Its frame changed and distorted, becoming more pointed at the tip and losing its mushroom-shaped glands. Copious squirts of precum splattered all over Diesel’s chest, raining down on his beard as the monstrous sixteen-inch cock grew erect and slapped down on his collarbone, settling right between his pecs, with each wild trust. The growth of that member seemed to reach its limit as all the blood and grown inflated the base of his cock into a sizable knot.

Diesel licked his lips, tasting the canine’s salty precum on his lips. Sensing hesitation from his neighbor, he glanced up at the Shepherd above him. Prinsky’s blue eyes were filled with concern. It took him a second to realize that this pup was concerned about soiling his master’s silvery beard or maybe wondering if he tasted good. Diesel flashed him a toothy smile and reached down to grip the throbbing cock in front of him. He opened his muzzle wide and dragged his paw up from that knot all the way up to the tip, squirting a burst of precum right down his throat like he was milking a cow.

Prinsky’s tail was wagging happily a moment later as he began thrusting against Diesel’s paw and impaling himself on the hot, bear dick probing his ass.

“I’m a good boy,” he panted. “I’m a good boy!”

Prinsky’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he continued to repeat that mantra over and over again. With each repetition, his voice grew deeper and deeper. The sinews on his neck grew thicker, steel cords that were were barely visible beneath the thickening black and brown fur that was quickly spreading down his neck and chest. His wry little muscles ballooned out with every inch of ursine cock he took bravely into his ass. The buttons of his shirt strained against thick, meaty pecs that were poking out of his shirt. Loud tears erupted from his sleeves. Big biceps - bigger than anything that nosy neighbor could ever have wished for - ballooned out and reduced his shirt to a sleeveless top barely holding onto his form.

“Show off for daddy,” Diesel growled.

Despite never having had any experience in flexing for another man, Prinsky nonetheless managed to curled his huge arms behind his head, executing a very impressive pose that showed off the hems of his shirt rapidly retreating up his torso as his spine lengthened. A tear appeared right down the middle of his shirt, revealing the singlet he was wearing beneath, the straps already disappearing between his massive deltoids and traps. Tan fur spread all the way down his chest, splitting his singlet. He flexed once more and the remnants of his shirt flew off his body, arms now completely covered in the coarse fur. Still maintaining the pose, Prinsky managed to spear himself over and over again on Diesel’s cock while showering the bear with his increasingly thickening precum.

A loud gurgling bubbled up from Jonathan’s stomach. The canine was far too enraptured in the throes of pleasure to notice. In fact, he was thrusting harder and squatting faster on Diesel’s cock with each passing second. For Diesel, however, he felt the rumble from that flat stomach, that loud gurgle as it rippled up his own muscle-gut. His eyes widened as he watched Prinsky’s chiseled bass start to grow, inflate and visibly widening. His cock only grew harder as the canine’s lean frame added on some much needed meat to it as his belly ballooned out into a very respectable roid-gut. The kicker for Diesel was when Prinsky’s belly button popped out from an innie to an outie. Their two bellies kissed one another like two lovers finally being able to meet one another, their strong abs framing the huge summits of their stomachs. With Prinsky’s cock sandwiched between them, neither man could hold their bestial desires for much longer.

“Good boy!” Diesel roared. “Such a good boy!”

Prinsky, arms still behind his head, threw his head back, tongue lashing out wildly. “I’m a good boy!”

The German Shepherd came first, his red rocket erupting into a geyser of white seed that splashed all over Diesel’s face and splattered against the drawn curtains behind them. That first jet of cum caused Prinsky to instinctively clench his ass which had consumed Diesel’s cock down to the hilt. That movement alone caused Diesel to convulse and unleash his own load into the canine behind him. His legs lashed out, toes curling as he launched load after load just one second Prinsky. Perhaps symbolic of no longer needing porn now that he had his own muscle-guy boy-toy, Diesel’s lashing legs kicked over his heavy desk, sending his computer crashing to the ground.

Both men twitched and thrashed as their heavy balls were emptied. Diesel lost complete track of time and only seemed to regain consciousness when he felt Prinsky’s long, flat tongue lapping at his cheeks, cleaning the cum off his face. Without even thinking, he viciously grabbed the back of the canine’s head and pulled their muzzles together, meshing their lips in a steaming hot kiss.

“Good boy,” he mumbled before continuing to ravage the canine. His eyes drifted to a close as weariness began to consume him.

Though not before a single though burned into his mind…

… I need to tell Duke.

?

Driving in a cum-filled vehicle was not exactly the most hygienic or safe method of transportation. After Diesel told both Gunnar and I that we had to swing by his place urgently, we both exchanged glances, wiped the windscreen of our cum and milk and were driving off. My mind was spinning with all sorts of possibilities and my heart was gripped with cold fear. I envisioned an angry mob wielding pitchforks out in front of Diesels house demanding that he be burned or crucified for what he was now. Spinning off that was a whole horde of military vehicles including tanks hauling him off to some government research facility.

Then the sensible part of my brain reminded me that this was a small town. If something enormous like that had happened, we’d have heard about it or at least seen signs of it by now. So my overactive imagination went in another direction. What if this was less about the town finding out about Diesel and more that Diesel did something stupid like… parade himself out on the streets as an out and proud gay furry? Or maybe he started taking pictures of himself and posting them online as a furry and now people were flocking to him, sending him private messages and asking to meet because now there were creepy furries asking to meet him in person, sending ‘owo’ emojis and begging for him to let them have his cubs?

No. Diesel was exploring a new world of his sexuality and desires but he wasn’t one to dive straight into the deep end. As creepy as the internet could be, there was a lot more skeptics out there than people who would take things at face value. He was more likely to get harasses for how ‘fake’ his pictures or fursuit looked than people fawning over him if he were ever to take that plunge.

So my head went to the only other thing that it could be.

“Colin,” I hissed.

“What?” Gunnar asked, glancing at me as we turned the corner to Diesel’s street. No mob. No tanks. Good sign.

“When you stormed off, Colin was pretty pissed off. I chose to go after you than stay with him.” I bit my lower lip, being careful not to let my fangs break the skin. “Now I’m afraid he might’ve done something stupid and… I dunno… gave Diesel one last call before leaving town forever.”

“It’s never as bad as you make it seem,” Anodyne comforted.

Gunnar took a sharp breath. I don’t know if he did it on purpose or if it was just instinctive but he reached over and placed a hand on my knee. Given how much space he and I took, it was only a few inches to his right. Still, it was comforting. His stoic calmness absorbed some of the tension that was bouncing around inside of me like my stomach was the scene of a really violent paintball match.

“No point trying to think of what-ifs. We’re just a minute away from Diesel. Stow whatever bullshit is in your head and let’s find out why he called us.”

I gave him a sour look. “For an EMT, your bedside manner is total crap.”

He gave me a sarcastic smirk in return. “My job is keeping people alive for as long as possible before getting them to the hospital. I have the authority to kick Karens to the curb and drive Kevins off the road. I’m legally allowed to road rage.”

“Seriously?”

He parked his car in front of Diesel’s home and opened the door. “No. Of course not. Now come on.”

“The more I get to know Gunnar, the more I like him.”

I followed him up to the front door, trying to keep my bulk hunched over as if reducing my eight-foot profile would somehow make it less obvious that there was a behemoth padding up to this suburban house. Gunnar rang the doorbell and lifted his hand to knock. He didn’t so much as get one knock in when we both heard an overeager ‘I’ll get it, master!’ from somewhere inside.

We both exchanged glances as we heard Diesel shout before there was some scrambling and shouting from the other side of the door. Concern crossed Gunnar’s features and he tried to doorknob. It was open.

We poked our heads in at the same time.

The smell of sex and cum immediately hit us both like a wall.

“Dee?” Gunnar gagged. “Are you… Uhm… Are you here?”

A big, brown, fluffy head suddenly poked out from around the corner leading to the bedrooms. It was that of a canine, a German Shepherd to be exact. We both stared at its big, blue expressive eyes for a long second before the beast stepped out from around the corner. My cock twitched in its sheath as the absolute daddy unit of a dog stepped with his coat crusted with cum emerged, tail wagging.

“Oh hey! Gunnar! And you must be Duke! Sheriff Diesel has told me so much about you!”

Gunnar looked up towards me. “One of your earlier victims?”

I shook my head. “No. I’ve made a badger, lion, puma, polar bear and an elephant. Never made a dog…”

There was some heavy footsteps that followed and Diesel came marching out from the hallway, cock at half mast and slick with what I assumed was either precum or saliva.

“Goddamnit, Prinsky…” he growled. “I told you to stay back! What if it was someone else?” He pointed angrily back down the hallway. “Get back in bed and don’t you fucking dare finish until I’m back.”

I’m ashamed to admit that my confusion had actually distracted me from the fact that the dog was sporting a full on sixteen-inch erection. What kind of gay man am I that the raging hard-on was the last thing I noticed when a man entered a scene? Shame on me.

“Yessir!” barked the canine who eagerly bounded down the hallway, swinging his huge, meaty arms like he was just a little kid.

Realizing that I was still very much in the open, I pushed Gunnar through the door before stepping inside myself. A loud squish and cold slime slipped between my toes and I grimaced at the touch of cold cum. I shut the door behind me and then turned to Diesel, suddenly feeling like I was a very disappointed parent coming home to the aftermath of his teenager’s absolute rager and Gunnar was my husband.

“So…?” I began, prompting the conversation.

Diesel sighed in irritation and glanced down the hallway. “Prisnky came knockin’ ‘gain. Spoutin’ somethin’ ‘bout bein’ suspicious ‘bout my motives. I dinna even think ‘bout what I wus sayin’ but then I called ‘im a ‘good boy’ an’ suddenly, we were in my office fuckin’. I was callin’ ‘im a ‘good boy’ over an’ over again an’ he just kept changin’ inta…” He shrugged sheepishly. “Well… inta good boy.”

I glanced over at Gunnar, checking his features for any of the typical signs of hypnotism; a glazed expression, relaxed features, slacked shoulders or unfocused eyes. None. I had to wonder if his proximity to me made him immune to Diesel’s powers now that he was roped into another fantasy or if genuinely infected by made him immune as he had his own ‘strain’ so to speak. Either way, it was kind of comforting to know - or even suspect - that if someone was infected, they couldn’t get stacking infections. Making someone as unstable and kinky as I was probably wasn’t good for the environment… or my mental health. Seriously, having to confront my issues one at a time was hard enough. Having to face an amalgamation of all my kinks and what they represent would just be far too Anime for me.

I switched my gaze back to Diesel. “Were you trying to sneak in those two words over and over again to try and hypnotize us?”

Diesel’s eyes widened. There was a way that his muzzle twisted a little to the side that told me I was right.

“No…?” he lied. “Well… not really. I was wonderin’ if it was jus’ a one off thin’ or…”

“Dee!” Gunnar exclaimed incredulously. “Were you honestly trying to hypnotize me!?”

He held up his paws. “I was jus’ tryna figure out where my limits were! Is it jus’ those two words or is it somethin’ else? I need ta know!” He hiked a thumb in Prinsky’s direction. “Fer Godssake! I got a horny puppy in th’ other room!”

Anodyne, still remaining on my arm, hummed thoughtfully. “We’ve discovered a little more about your curse. It seems that the transmission vector is… infectious or at least transmits to the victim. Diesel clearly has some powers of hypnotism and even transformation. Now I wonder if that power also translates to Mr. Prinsky or does it stop with Diesel?”

All good points. It also made me wonder about the guys back in the park. Could Scott transform people just by fucking them? Could Barry change others by forcing them to watch him have sex? What about Ranger? How would he transform others?

I folded my arms with my eyes half-closed. “I note you haven’t snapped him out of it yet.” Diesel looked uncomfortable. “Mind if I give that asshole a whirl? I’ve got a knot myself so I always wondered what it’d be like to have one in me.”

Gunnar slapped my stomach with the back of his hand. “Dude.”

“Just trying to break the tension,” I answered. “Mostly.” I looked back towards Diesel sympathetically. “Look, I’m not judging you, Dee. If I were in your position, after learning I could hypnotize people and systematically transform them into hot, hairy, furry DILFs, I’d go all supervillain and start kidnapping people off the streets and turning them one by one.”

Gunnar threw me a fiery stare which made me hold up my paws.

“But you’re not me,” I continued. “You’ve got morals, responsibilities and more self-control.”

“Ya call this self-control?” Diesel growled, waving at the cum-covered lounge room around him. “Fer Godssake, Duke… I was plowin’ Prinsky all over the house like we were teenagers an’ my parents were out fer the weekend!”

“Hot.”

Smack!

Another slap to the stomach from Gunnar.

“Something I’ve learned from Duke is that things can’t stay the way they were forever,” said the burly EMT. “The more we try to keep things the way they are, the more they’re more likely to change. Maybe…” He glanced over his shoulder, perhaps looking for Colin. “… maybe we were all stuck in our own way. Trying to hold onto something. Trying to keep ourselves from changing or maybe just convincing ourselves we were changing when we really weren’t.”

He turned towards Diesel with a faint, wry smile. “Seeing this side of you, Dee, it’s… surprising but… also nice.” A soft laugh escaped his lips as he lowered his gaze. “I guess I’ve always seen you as this vanilla father figure who was as squeaky clean as they got. Then, I’m reminded that every dad has to fuck at one point or another to be a dad.”

There was a point to be made about adoption, IVF and other forms of fatherhood but that didn’t seem like the time to be smart ass and mess up Gunnar’s character growth and poignant point.

“Yer not… disappointed?” asked Diesel sheepishly. “Yer not disgusted that I liked dominatin’ that nosy asshole Jonathan Prinsky an’ turnin’ him inta my literal bitch?”

Gunnar let out a soft sigh. “I can’t say I’m completely on board but I know you’re not going to do anything permanently damaging to him. I know you’ll release him from your power eventually. To be frank, that asshole deserved it.” He growled at himself. “I still remember all those poker games he interrupted because he thought we were genuinely gambling.”

“I honestly think he jus’ wanted ta be included,” Diesel mumbled. His rounded ears perked up at he regarded the two of us. “Ya two seem ta be chummy. Ya sorted things out?”

“Kind of,” I responded. “Have you heard from Colin?”

“Naw. Why?”

I gave Gunnar a little push and told him to give Colin a call while I filled in Diesel. I made sure that we were actually in earshot range so I could keep Gunnar on a tight leash. There was no backing down now and at the first sign that Gunnar was going to take the coward’s way out, I was going to yank that phone out of his hand and demand Colin come over and fuck his ass. Thankfully, Gunnar stuck to his resolve.

As I told Diesel about Gunnar’s breakdown that sent me into Colin’s arms and transforming the firefighter into an elephant, Colin had just picked up from Gunnar’s call thinking it was Diesel. This was intentional. If the call came from anyone else, Colin wouldn’t have answered. Gunnar pleaded to meet up at Diesel’s place and was purposefully cryptic and even threw Diesel’s predicament with hypnotizing and transforming Prinsky in there as an added lure. Still a little manipulative but it was a step forward. I had just finished telling the ursine sheriff about our session in Gunnar’s car when the EMT returned and announced that Colin would be over shortly.

“How’re ya holdin’ up, Gunny?” Diesel asked as soon as Gunnar sat down on the couch next to me.

“Nervous,” he admitted shortly. Then he cast a faint smile at me. “But… also not as nervous as I thought I’d be.”

“Fucking another guy helps put things into perspective, huh?” I prompted, nudging him with an elbow. He shoved me away with a playful growl.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “The world didn’t end. I didn’t have a heart attack. People didn’t immediately detect that I liked men and instantly judge me. The ground didn’t open up and the devil didn’t drag me to hell immediately.” He wrung his hands together. “What I found instead was a bunch of guys who like dick as much as I do. I found… a community.”

“Lez not go that far,” rumbled Diesel, holding up a paw. This made me question whether he was genuinely gay or just wanted to get his dick wet after years of playing the sterile, fatherly cop who couldn’t be caught doing anything so uncouth as having sex or even masturbating. “It’s jus’ me so far. Pretty Jonathan ain’t gay though I’m sure he’ll at least be open ta fuckin’ ‘round after this.”

“Speaking of which…” I began and both Gunnar and I leaned towards the town sheriff expectantly.

Diesel waved us away. “I’ll let ‘im go after we sort out this shit with Colin.”

I leaned towards Gunnar. “He just wants to fuck him overnight,” I pseudo-whispered. Naturally, Diesel heard me and his cheeks turned bright red under that white fur and silvery beard.

“Bastard deserves it,” agreed the burly EMT.

“Look,” Diesel concluded, “all I’m sayin’ is that we really ain’t a community. Ya got me on yer side, Gunny. Always have. But Prinsky will take some convincin’ an’ if th’ rest o’ the down don’t lynch ya fer bein’ gay, it’ll prolly be fer associatin’ with beasts like me.” Then he pointed at Gunnar. “And, ya still got Colin ta smooth over.”

Gunnar leaned back and closed his eyes. “Yeah… I do.” He let out a loud groan, covering his eyes with both his hands and letting out his frustration into his palms.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention not to mention my keen ears. I glanced over to the door just in time to see Colin slowly squeeze his way into the house. He immediately saw us and his features hardened when he noticed Gunnar. Diesel immediately waved him over but gestured for him to be quiet. For a huge elephant, Colin was surprisingly stealthy as he closed the gap towards us while shutting the door quietly.

“What’re ya gonna say ta Colin?” prompted Diesel.

I caught onto the plan fairly quickly and immediately wrapped my arm around Gunnar’s shoulder. He flinched a little at the contact but after a few tense seconds, leaned into my arm and even tilted a little in my direction. This was not only to provide him comfort but also to make sure his attention was on me and not the one-tonne elephant looming over his shoulder.

Honestly, in hindsight, I’m pretty sure my curse was acting up. This was some sitcom-romcom shit going on right here. Not exactly a prominent fantasy of mine but - especially in my younger years - I tended to have fantasies of romantic encounters ending in steamy sex. Back when I wasn’t so kinky and was being constantly denigrated by my dad and older brothers, I dreamed of escaping my life of familial piety through some of the more… traditional means.

You know the kind of fantasy.

Meet an alluring, mysterious stranger. Fret over whether or not they’re gay. Realize they are interested in you. Turns out they’re some wealthy prince from another country. Get swept up in the romance despite the family’s objections. Reconcile and happy marriage.

I blame the Princess Diaries for that one.

God… It takes self-reflection to realize these kinds of deep-seated fantasies.

“I’m going to tell him I’m sorry,” sighed Gunnar, somehow completely unaware of Colin. “I’m going to tell him that I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused and all the time wasted on my stubborn ass. I’ll admit that I’m gay. Have been all this time. I’ve just been so worried about being seen as nothing else, of ‘gay’ consuming my entire identity that I kept rejecting what could’ve been the best years of my life if I had just accepted his offer.”

He let out a ragged sigh and leaned against my chest, closing his eyes. “I’d tell him that I understand if he wants to move on. He’s spent enough time on me. But I’ll also tell him that I can’t imagine my life without him constantly chasing me, throwing lewd comments in my direction or slipping innuendos in perfectly normal conversation. I honestly can’t! If we went back to the status quo and he just kept trying to get in my pants even if he found someone new to sleep with every night, I’d be okay. Just as long as he’s still there in my life.”

That was really sweet but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. So I poked Gunnar a little more.

“You’re talking a lot about you,” I said. “What about him? What about what he wants?”

Gunnar swallowed loudly. “If Colin wants to take it to the next level, if the condition is that I turn into a beast and we fuck around like animals all day and night… well… I’d go for it. Might take time for me to adjust but I’d be willing to change for him. I mean, who I am right now is pretty damn miserable and I don’t want to be miserable.”

“You again,” I prompted, channeling my inner-Barry.

He growled at me. “Fine. Fine.” Gunnar sighed and sat up, straightening while still letting my arm sit around his shoulder. “He deserves to be happy. If that happiness takes him out of state or traveling with you to figure out your curse, I’m not going to stop him. Maybe it’s time that I went after him and started chasing him instead.”

Colin’s trunk curled around Gunnar’s neck, shocking the EMT. “Good enough,” rumbled the beefy pachyderm. “Though you still kept talking about you, babe.”

Gunnar jerked away from the flexible appendage and immediately got to his feet. His eyes were wide, a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. I was already starting to inch towards the edge of the couch to crash tackle him if he decided to make a run for it.

“Colin!” he gasped.

“Sup,” replied the huge elephant casually. “So what’s this I hear about you apologizing to me?”

I could’ve grimaced very loudly and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Gunnar had that look on his face again, that one where he looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. Face red, vein on his forehead throbbing and lips pursed so tightly it was almost a single straight line. A look at Diesel confirmed that we were both getting ready for a meltdown.

That was one of the few moments that I genuinely wished my curse would kick in and turn this into a porn scene.

Without warning, Gunnar suddenly lunged… but not at the door.

At Colin.

I must’ve looked really stupid because I moved to block him from the door so it looked like I dove for the other end of the couch and missed. Gunnar grabbed the sides of Colin’s head and immediately pulled them both into a kiss. I’ve got to hand it to the guy. Somehow, he managed to avoid trunk and tusk all at once and smacked his lips right into Colin’s in half a second without missing.

Colin was shocked too. The elephant genuinely raised his hands and trunk up in surprise before he melted into the savage ravaging of his lips by his best friend and dream guy. It only took a moment after that before Colin dove into the moment and curled his trunk around Gunnar’s shoulders, wrapping his hands around the EMT’s waist affectionately.

He broke the kiss long enough to say, “Apology accepted!”

Gunnar snarled at him. “Just shut the fuck up.” Then they went right back to kissing passionately, Gunnar reaching over the couch - over me - just to lock lips with Colin.

Forces beyond my comprehension tugged at the corners of my lips, making my break out into a smile. This was the best outcome I could have hoped for. These two had finally reconciled. There was also something obscenely hot about a big elephant wrapping his trunk around a comparatively small human while said human went spelunking for the latter’s tonsils in what had to be the most aggressive way possible. I was getting hard.

Maybe I was getting some control over the curse because I somehow had the self-control to look over to Diesel to check what he was going to do about the steamy scene unfolding in front of us. To my surprise, he was licking his broad muzzle and stroking his rapidly rising cock. Damn, that bear is horny!

A loud smack brought my attention back to the duo who formed a sort of steeple of manly bodies above me. They had broken off their kiss. Colin held Gunnar’s head between his hands, pressing their foreheads together.

“There is so much I want to do to you right now,” he huffed. “But it’s not just about me. Been selfish enough as is. I recognize that. I also recognize that you’ve taken a big step kissing me right now.”

Gunnar gave me a sidelong glance. “To be honest… you’re not the first guy I’ve kissed tonight.”

Colin grinned lewdly as he briefly threw me a glance. “I thought as much.” His fingers traced the outlines of his childhood friend’s bulging pectorals. “These are looking much bigger than a few hours ago so I thought something might’ve happened.” Either purely by accident or an intentional tease, Colin’s fingers brushed up against Gunnar’s left nipple.

Gunnar immediately tilted his head back on instinct, his left eye closing as he bit back a moan. His restraint, however, didn’t stop the jet of milk to shoot out of his very sensitive nipple and into his shirt. Colin immediately pulled back in surprise, staring at the slight stickiness in his fingers.

“Did… did you just cum from your chest?”

Gunnar, still coming down from the high of his impromptu milking, threw Colin a look caught between embarrassment, arousal and infuriation. “No. I just… I just squirted some milk.” He hiked a thumb in my direction. “Apparently, my superpower is that I can produce milk from my pecs now.”

“Oh…” Colin stared at Gunnar blankly. I could see the cogs ticking away in his head and without fail, I knew exactly what he was going to ask next.

“Can I taste it?”

Knew it.

Gunnar gave him a lopsided, domineering look and grabbed the buttons of his shirt. With a flex of his chest and a yank of his thick arms, he tore the shirt right down the middle, showing off his powerful, chiseled torso. A little river of man-milk was already leaking from his perk nipples.

“Duke…” Anodyne warned. “I can feel your curse welling up. I think… I think this is it!”

“Suck it,” he commanded.

Colin licked his lips. A force like gravity drew him closer and closer to that fleshy nub. Patience was not in Gunnar’s vocabulary this evening as he immediately grabbed the back of the pachyderm’s head and pushed his lips straight against his chest. By some miracle, he wasn’t skewered on Colin’s tusks. Colin’s trunk flicked back in surprise, nearly curling back over his entire head as Gunnar flexed his pectoral into his friend’s mouth and shot a jet of his warm milk right down that throat. An equal volume of milk dripped down Gunnar’s other nipple.

Whether by the sheer force of the curse or my own lewd mind, I drove my muzzle into that unattended nipple and began suckling. Gunnar was clearly surprised as he threw his head back and let out an almost girlish cry that brought a blush to his cheeks. He took one glance at me before realization set in and he gave me a simple nod.

“Do it,” he growled at me. “Turn me into a beast.”

“Here it comes!” Anodyne cried and just like every time before, all three of us were swept off our feet by a whirlwind of mysterious forces. Furniture and anything that wasn’t bolted to the ground was whipped up and began orbiting us in a dizzying spiral. Lightning crackled between us, doing no harm but only stimulating us further; the signals coming from our nerves amplified to visible and electrical phenomenon. I instinctively curled my legs around Gunnar’s thunder highs and Colin did the same though for extra effect, he wrapped his trunk around his crush’s shoulders just to add that extra bit of intimacy.

A huge weight suddenly joined our mass and before I could look to see what exactly it was that had suddenly caused us to drop about a foot back to the ground, Diesel’s huge paw seized the back of my head and pressed me against Gunnar’s pectoral. From the periphery of my vision, I saw the huge polar bear hovering behind the lone human in this fourway-sandwich, a hungry grin on his muzzle and a fiery ‘awakened’ spark in his blue eyes.

“Ease up, son,” growled Grimwood’s sheriff. “Let daddy in.”

Diesel was really was easing into the whole ‘daddy’ persona and my throbbing dick was clearly approving of it all. That fear in Gunnar’s expression intensified as the huge bear gently guided his own pulsating member into the human’s bubble butt. Terror quickly turned into surprise at the pleasure of being teased by a hot dick and then barely contained pleasure as the first inch pushed into his tight hole.

“Relax,” cooed Diesel, nibbling on Gunnar’s shoulder. “You know I’ll take care of you. We all will.”

A look of serenity washed over Gunnar’s features. He looked so chill. Even as Colin began pawing at his jeans, Gunnar’s expression didn’t change. Our assault of his senses did nothing to take away from that look of utter peace - or maybe it was submission. Even when I helped Colin pull Gunnar’s pants off and let it flutter off into the whirlwind around us, all Gunnar did was let out a single sigh of relief.

Colin’s eyes widened at the size and girth of Gunnar’s enlarged and fattened cock. There was actually a trail of drool that oozed out from his lips as he eyed it. The motions of his lips against the EMT’s pecs mirrored how he would have suckled on that dick. Given how Gunnar was still squiring sweet milk into our throats, it was a very close approximation.

Gunnar lifted his legs and on instinct, both Colin and grabbed one each, splitting him open a little further so that Diesel’s cock could slide in a little more. Anodyne peeled off my fur and began flying around us, watching for his opening to strike and mark Gunnar as one of the cursed. A shot of thick precum erupted from Gunnar’s fat cock, causing the already wide organ to pulse and thicken even more. Even though he wasn’t at his fill size, he could rival my own cock in sheer girth!

That shot of fluids circled through the air before shooting straight towards Gunnar’s ears. Two of them attached to his lobes, forming dangling teardrop pearl earrings. The other attached itself to the tip of his left ear, a single, playful, onyx stud. Brown fur began spreading from where those accessories made contact, spreading over his ears and quickly covering the rest of his features. A sound like paper being crumpled managed to make it to my ears over the howling winds.

Gunnar closed his eyes, a gentle smile on his features even as his features were pushed forward. His angled boxy jaw formed the base of a long, rectangular muzzle on top of which saw a short, triangular nose. Most of his head was consumed by this entire muzzle. It made his ears look comparatively smaller from where they sat right behind his head. The large rodent’s features was perfect as he opened his eyes and that look of serenity remained beneath his thick brows.

The capybara’s expression didn’t change even as the fur began cascading down his neck, widening his traps and causing them to rise to swallow his jawline, almost like they were trying to reach his ears. What remained of his shirt slowly began tearing apart from his chest as his pectorals ballooned outwards and that coarse, brown fur spread across the mountains.

Both Colin and I pulled away from Gunnar’s nipples about a second away from one another, watching in amazement as the fur completed covered the growing, new beast’s chest. The timing couldn’t be more perfect - again, could be the curse - because both our dicks spewed jets of precum. These two streams joined with another that was shooting out of his still growing cock. I somehow knew that this collection of juices was going to be his nipple rings but I didn’t know which nipple it would attach to. I was pleasantly surprised when the glob of clear, milky liquid split into two and shot towards both his nipples.

Gunnar broke his tranquility for the briefest of moments as two thick, circular, silver nipple rings clamped onto each of his nubs. The flesh of his nipples darkened into a pitch-black that stood out against his fur. Neither of us had enough time to marvel at how the piercings only made his nipples look even more plump and swollen because he grabbed the back of our heads and shoved us right back against his chest, forcing us to service him. Though there was a slight metallic twang to the taste of his sweet, milk, I quickly realized that if I tugged on that ring - even going so far as to wrap my tongue around and pull it - I got far more milk than ever before. I suspected that Colin had discovered exactly the same thing because Gunnar really began heaving and huffing, spurring on his transformation at that moment.

Even without looking, the strength of his grip against the back of my head grew which led me to believe that the change had spread down his arms. His fingers crawled through my hair as his hand grew bigger, his soft pawpads massaging my scalp which was a stark contrast to his huge, vascular biceps. Diesel’s thrusting disrupting our almost calm milking session. His aggressiveness was earthquakes through a tranquil meadow.

The three of us grunted one more time, this time, louder and more aggressively. Thicker precum shot out of our cocks and swirled in front of us. Rivers of our juices wrapped around Gunnar’s wrists, forming large, metal bangles.

For his part, Diesel’s precum leaked out of Gunnar’s abused hole as he hilted into the emerging capybara. Streams of his juices crawled up Gunnar’s thighs, completely defying gravity it seeped over my fingers, commanded by a will of their own and curled around Gunnar’s ankles. Gunnar’s legs widened and grew as the quakes of Diesel’s savage fucking forced more and more power into each muscle. That made the river’s journey to Gunnar’s ankles longer but eventually, the found their destination where they transformed into large, wooden beads that wrapped around each ankle.

All at once, I felt the pressure of my transformation reaching its climax. I was about the cum and my mind wasn’t ready for it. Hot cum bubbled up from my balls. At the same time, a strange warmth rippled up from the rest of my body starting with the extremities of my limbs. It took a second before I recognized the sensation because it had been so long since I last felt it; I was reverting to my human form. My claws receded into my fingers, my blue fur shrank back beneath pale skin. Immense muscles rippled away and my form visibly shrank. I almost slipped entirely off Gunnar’s nipple when my muzzle receded into my face but the titanic rodent’s hand cupped the back of my head while Diesel’s huge paw seized my bare bottom and lifted me up.

Even as my cock shrank back into its human shape, I didn’t cum even though I was so backed up that I could’ve gone off like a fire hydrant.

What was missing? Why couldn’t I cum?

That’s when I heard the shocked gasped coming from the hallway to the bedroom.

“Master?” Jonathan gasped.

Diesel growled through his malicious grin. “Get in here, Prinsky,” he commanded. “Suck my boy’s dick.”

Without a second of hesitation, the German Shepherd, tail wagging excitedly, jumped through the typhoon of furniture, lightning and winds, never once getting hit. His muzzle clamped around Gunnar’s dick. Even without any sort of foreplay, Prinsky was immediately hard.

With the scene completed, all five of us came.

I don’t know if it was because this was the first fivesome I’ve ever been in or the number of participants in a transformation somehow amplified the impact of orgasm had on my body but I had never cum so hard in my life before that point. The force of my orgasm wouldn’t launched me clear off Gunnar and crashed into the floor with enough impact that I wouldn’t caused a crater were it not for the two, huge, muscular, furry paws keeping me in place.

A look of utter Nirvana crossed Gunnar’s features as his transformation completed. Hot milk shot into my human throat while my own juices erupted from my cock and shot in an arch over Prinsky’s head and past Colin. At the same time, Colin’s own orgasm blasted his cum from his elephantine cock in a mirroring arc. Somehow, our streams didn’t cross. Prisnky came as well, shooting his cum straight to the ground while Diesel filled Gunnar’s ass. My cum and Colin’s curled through the air, winding together and quickly curling around Gunnar’s neck to form a braided, silver necklace.

Our second shot caused my vision to blur. I felt all the men around me quake as they compounded on my orgasm. I barely saw the red, glowing form of Anodyne snake past all the geysers of cum, spasming limbs and quaking muscles to sink his fangs into Gunnar’s chest. A broad, black tattoo that looked like a stylized bird spreading its wings with the wingtips spreading across the capybara’s collarbone appeared.

My amazement left me completely unprepared for my third orgasm.

I lost all sense of vision.

The fourth shot left me deaf from the grunts and cries of the men I was attached to.

The fifth left me numb and the sixth sent me into the darkness of unconsciousness with the lingering sweetness of Gunnar’s milk on my tongue.

?

The neighbors were likely glad to finally see some humans coming in and out of Diesel’s home. Especially after all the gossip that Jonathan had been involved in.

As it turns out, I had been completely knocked out for a good part of the evening after our furious lovemaking. Diesel had finally released Prinsky from his hypnotism. It came as a surprise that the nosy neighbor wasn’t completely terrified that he had been hypnotized, transformed and was now forcibly inducted into what was effectively a ‘sex cult’ as he put it. Apparently, the reason he kept trying to pester Diesel was because was borne out of a genuine desire to befriend the sheriff. So being in the ‘inner circle’ was a plus to him.

Not to mention all four of them apparently had a lot of loud, noisy fun while I was unconscious in the guest bedroom. They broke Diesel’s bed. Four gargantuan beasts fucking each other non-stop would do that. They barely got any sleep.

When I did wake up, Diesel organized a quick dinner so that everyone could replenish their energy, understand the impact of their transformation and the consequences of what it would mean for Grimmwood. It was now pretty clear that they could change everyone if they wanted and Diesel wanted to do just that. It still took some convincing for Gunnar to go around transforming everyone through trickery and Jonathan was a little too enthusiastic to use all the dirt he had gathered throughout the years but they all eventually came up with a plan.

A plan that didn’t involve me.

“We’re gonna make a place fer ya to land if ya can’t figure things out with yer family an’ Alaska,” Diesel told me, resting a huge paw on my shoulder in a fatherly gesture. “So dun ya worry ‘bout us. Jus’ remember ya’ve got a home here in Grimmwood.”

“A home and plenty of asses to fuck,” joked Colin. Gunnar nudged him in the ribs for that. The capybara was - hands down - the most muscular out of all the beasts I had encountered. He was at least twice as wide as the average doorway and so lean and vascular that his biceps looked like a topological map of the planet. His things were like tree trunks covered in vines; his brown fur acting as the bark and his green veins that gave a bluish-hue past his fur the vines around said trunks. It still struck me as odd that out of all the beasts, though, he was the most… symmetrical. Everyone else - even me - had only a single nipple ring, one armband and one anklet but Gunnar had two of each.

It suited his new outlook as this zen sex guru that was more open to sexual experiences, went with the flow and more open-minded while still remaining grounded in reality. Really, he made the perfect partner for Colin’s raunchy and ambitious personality.

We spent the rest of the night sleeping on the remnants of Diesel’s mattress. The four beasts couldn’t reasonably fit on the one mattress without someone either on top or inside one another so Gunnar and Colin spent the night in the guest bedroom while I was sandwiched between Jonathan and Diesel - a ‘sex buffer’ so to speak so they didn’t fuck each other though I suspect they did fondle each other playfully when they thought I was asleep.

Morning came and after breakfast, a shower with Gunnar and some spare clothes, the rumble of a huge truck rolling up to the front of the house announced the arrival of my ride.

Naturally, I had to be the one to answer the door.

The man in front of me stood about my height - maybe an inch or two taller - and he was a very hirsute man. His coppery skin indicated a Latin American heritage as did the curly brown hair that he kept beneath a backwards, red and white baseball cap. His thick, full beard hugged broad features that only highlighted his twinkling hazel eyes all the more. A black tank top with the faded emblem of a buff anthropomorphic wolf doing dead lifts with the words ‘Wolf Weights’ printed on it sat over his broad chest and rather pronounced belly. Curls of black hair sprung up over the neckline of the tank top. A red, black and red flannel shirt hung over his shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to reveal meaty, hairy forearms. He wore a pair of loose-fitting jeans with a rather large, ornate belt-buckle that was shaped like a star.

Holding out a paw-like hand, he introduced himself. “Hey man. I’m Raph. You must be Duke. Is Diesel around?”

I shook his head in greeted. “Hi. Yeah. I’m Duke. Diesel is -”

Before I could finish, Diesel appeared behind me; looming with all of his papa-bear energy. “Heya Raph! Come on in!”

It occurred to me that we hadn’t gone over exactly how we would introduce the situation to my ride down to Oregon. To my utter surprise, ‘Raph’ only managed a small gasp before a grin spread across his face and he followed Diesel into the house. He did stop a second in the lounge room when he saw the other three guys there, naked but not doing anything raunchy.

“Whoa,” he gasped. “You weren’t kidding.”

Seeing my confused expression, Diesel grinned at me and weaved me over. “Duke, this is Raphael Rojas. He’s the trucker that’ll be taking you down to Oregon. He is also as furry.”

My eyebrows shot up as I regarded my fellow human with curiosity. “Wait… You are?” Suddenly, the shirt made more sense.

“They call me the ‘Latin Werewolf’ at work,” Raph joked. “Not just because I’m into anthros but because I come from a Mexican family.” He shrugged his big shoulders. “Dee told me all about what’s been happening to you. Honestly, I didn’t believe it. But then these idiots taught him how to do video calls…” He gestured at Gunnar and Colin who waved absently. “… and I was a little more prepared.”

“Whatcha think?” C0lin asked, flexing an arm at him.

Raph rubbed his chin, pretending to appraise the elephant with a critical eye. “Looks convincing enough. If you can pretend to be a bad ventriloquist, you’d pass for a pretty good fursuiter. I’d hide the junk, though.” He gestured at Colin’s exposed genitals. Then he turned to me with a smile. “I’m guessing Dee chose me of all people to help you out because of my preferences which, I might remind you all isn’t everything that defines me!” He shouted the last few words more at the room than me. This cause Gunnar to shoot Colin a piercing look and the pachyderm to roll his eyes. Those two were living embodiments of that lesson.

“But it fits,” Raph said with a shrug. “If I can help you out in any way, I’d be happy to.”

I gave him a suspicious look. “Are you… hoping to get transformed too?”

He took a deep breath, glanced around the room at the beefcakes around him and then let his eyes settle back on me. “From what I hear, your curse is pretty unpredictable. I’m going to say that I’d love to pack on the muscles and become a huge furry beast but…”

“But…?” Anodyne urged.

“But…” I repeated.

“… but I’ve read way too much apocalyptic furry porn to know that if we don’t fix this…” He gestured at me. “… we’re going to have a lot more problems on our hands.”

Dee moved up behind me, resting his paw on my shoulders. “Raph was actually the one that pointed out to me that we just discovered that we can transform others. Ranger and the others back in the park don’t know that. We need to at least tell them before they inadvertently start transforming campers and visitors.”

“He’s ambitious but pragmatic,” mused Anodyne. “Willing but also sensible. Quite the contrast to Colin who was somewhat blase about the consequences of his changes.”

Again, I gave Raphael a curious look. “Really?” Pressing a hand against my chest, I said, “I mean, I’m a furry too and I’ve dreamed about being turned into a furry beast or even transforming others. I wouldn’t jumped at the chance to be changed and said damn to the consequences.”

Raphael smirked at me. “Yeah? How’s that going for you?”

“He’s got a point there,” chimed Gunnar.

“Point,” I sighed. “I just find it weird that a fellow furry would openly resist the call to the fur, so to speak.”

Raphael held up a hand. “Hey, I never said I didn’t want it. Whatever happens, happens, man. But I’m going to take it cautiously.” He gestured around me. “There’s going to be a lot of changes here in Grimmwood. I didn’t take this job without getting my ducks in the row. If I end up transformed, I will at least have some place to come back to. I’m not running across the country, living off scraps and running from the military.”

The trucker gestured at the door. “We can talk about it more on the road. Come on. I’ve got to pick up my load before we get going.”

I was still a little suspicious. It seemed too good to be true but if Dee trusted him, so did I. One step towards the door and I was instantly hit by that crippling fear of change. You know the feeling. That sensation that once you take that one step, take that risk, things are never going to be the same. The siren call of returning to the status quo, of plunging back into the safety of the familiar was all too strong.

Why couldn’t I stay here in Grimmwood and become a beast? Why should I care what my asshole family says or does when I come up to them, broke, with nothing but the clothes on my back and beg for their help? Why even go through that? Why even go back to Alaska, to my pushy father and judgmental brothers and friends whom I’d likely lose contact with after college?

“Playing it safe, rejecting who you are, is exactly what got you into this mess in the first place, Duke,” Anodyne warned. “You were cursed because you were not honest with yourself. Don’t fall prey to the same faults that got you cursed in the first place.”

Not exactly the answer to the questions I was asking myself but construct companion did have a point. I played it safe that day when we performed the ritual by not telling the world and my friends what I really wanted. Hell, I was probably constantly cursing and transforming others because I still wasn’t being honest. If my stay in Grimmwood had taught me anything, it was to be honest with the people around me.

If it was about being honest about my ambitions like with Diesel and his approach to the town or being honest with those who I loved like with Gunnar and Colin, I had to at least try and be honest.

So I turned back to Raph and said, “This whole ‘fellow furry casually looking to help and hoping to maybe get transformed’ is a little sus to me,” I admitted. “Can’t help but feel you’re going to try and fuck me or suck my dick halfway down the road believing that’ll be how you change too but if Dee trusts you, then so do I. I can’t promise you results. If we’re going to be traveling together, I thought I might as well be honest. I don’t know what activates my curse. I’m still trying to figure that out and you may be exposed to crazy kinks that you may never have experienced before.”

Raphael held up three fingers. “Scat, gore and death. Oh and male-to-female transformation or any girly bits. I like my men with dicks and bara.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “A man after my own heart.”

“Great. Then let’s hit the road.” He approached me and ruffled my hair before stopping. “But before we do… how about a haircut?”

I noticed how my fringe hung over my eyes and irritated my eyelashes. Now that I did the calculations, my last haircut was about a week before we performed the ritual. That was weeks before I woke up and I had spent several weeks here in Washington.

I was overdue.

“Can we go shopping?” I asked.

Raph winked at me. “Sure, man. My treat. Least I could do.”

Again, that put me on guard. “Really?”

There was a sad smile on the trucker’s face as he turned towards the door. “Yeah. Nice to be able to talk to another furry for once.”

There was a story behind that statement but I would have to unpack that in the time ahead. For now, I turned back to the makeshift family I had made. Call it by ‘gaydar’ but I had the distinct impression that they were just itching for me to leave so that they could bone one another. Maybe it was just the way that J0nathan’s tail was slapping against his own tail impatiently or just how tightly Colin was holding onto Gunnar’s thighs.

So I made it quick. I moved up to Diesel and gave him a hug. He scooped me up in his huge arms and held me tight.

“Thank you for everything,” I said.

“Thank you for giving me a purpose in life again,” he responded.

He set me down and I bent over and gave Colin a kiss on the cheek. I wasn’t sure how to navigate his trunk or his tusks with anything but a muzzle. “You behave,” I chastised. “And don’t be too aggressive on people.”

“I’ll keep him in check,” responded Gunnar. I bent over and kissed him on the lips lightly. “And you take your own advice. Go with the flow. Things will work out. And if they don’t, you’ve got Grimmwood.”

I hugged him for that.

I gave Jonathan a wave goodbye and before I left, Diesel stopped me. He handed me a little wallet - it was actually average-sized but because of how big his paw was looked small. It wasn’t a very fancy wallet. Brown, folded open and had a little window for your ID. There was a few hundred dollars in smaller bills in the pocket.

What surprised me, though, was the very ID that sat behind that window.

Duke Gray - resident of Grimmwood, Washington.

My heart fluttered.

“Jus’ ta remind ya that you’ve got a place to stay here.”

I almost teared up. Instead, I threw my arms around Dee’s girth, rubbed what tears were welling up in my eyes into his fur and resisted the urge never to let go.

I pulled away from him and threw one last look at the pseudo-family that I had made. I gave them all a wave and stepped away, turning around to face the big truck and the next leg of my journey…

… a journey with an actual furry.

Hell… I think this was actually the first time I’ve met another furry in person.

…

Well…Shit.