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Chapter 9

Recap

My name is Duke Gray and I’ve got a question for you.

What do you get when you mix a long time of sexual repression and an ungrateful, homophobic father?

A mirror of myself, that’s what. I saw a lot of who I had been before I had been cursed in Wallace Pickman Junior. Looking back now, I think he actually had it worse. He had relative freedom when he was with his mom and he had only come down to this distant truck stop in the middle of nowhere to help his dad who had recently been diagnosed with cancer.

But his dad was a total ass. Despite the world bearing down on him, this proud, stubborn man refused anyone’s help and, most of all, hated his son’s pity. So he lashed out. He enforced a sort of control over everything and everyone around him. It was shown in how pristine and painfully clean his house was. When his son didn’t conform to his views, he made sure Wally Junior knew about it. Even when two seemingly perfect strangers walked into his establishment, he passed judgment on them without even talking to them.

In many ways, that was like my dad.

And so I was a lot like Wally Junior except he had tasted freedom for most of his life only to have it taken away in an act of charity. Makes me wonder if I’d react the same if and when my dad hit that wall.

Or… if I’d become a poetic pyromaniac like Wally.

I don’t know what caused my curse to activate but before I knew what was happening, the cute diner-slash-gas-stop employee was being absorbed into my cock and we were going through the cycle of transformation again. Wally told me his story and, at first, I was hesitant. I didn’t want to be blamed for what would happen between him and his dad. Or maybe I just didn’t want to peer into the future?

Either way, I think Wally had a bit of a revelation and a power trip. We trashed his home, burned down his place of work and I transformed him into a hell of a stallion.

But I didn’t turn back into a human.

And now that we had committed a crime, we were on the run.

Now I’ve got another question for you.

Do you think what I did was right?

?

Raphael called in the fire and before anyone could arrive to ask questions, the three of us were roaring down the highway, far from disaster. Wally was stuck in the trailer with me as neither of us could fit in the cabin. After the high of the transformation wore off, Wally came back to his senses. Maybe the possibility of being caught in a gas station explosion helped mellow him down a little or the fact that, once again, my curse defied my expectations and I remained a beast despite transforming him.

At the time, I was caught in my own thoughts as I came to terms with what this could mean. The running theory was that I would change back into a human if and when I transformed every person that was exposed to me as a beast. Now, after transforming Wally, there was only one other person that remained - Raph. My supportive surrogate furry brother was the only other person who had seen me in my bestial form that I already hadn’t transformed.

I won’t lie.

There was a little bit of me that was excited at the idea of turning Raph. He was a furry, so was I. He was incredibly supportive and understanding. We shared a lot of the same interests albeit he was a little less kinky than I and more of a romantic. His level of maturity and level-headed thinking was also surreal given the circumstances. If there was anyone I was excited to change, it would be him. Maybe because, deep down, I had hoped that if I changed him he and I could hang out a little more. He was like the brother I never had.

At the same time, I was worried.

What if I was wrong? What if turning Raph wasn’t enough to change me back? What if the rules of this curse, which was mean to punish me for being indecisive and giving everyone else the chance to experience my fantasies, was purposefully racking up the number of notched on my ‘fucked-and-transformed’ list before I changed back into a human as some ironic torment? What if the only way I could ever become human again was to systematically drain everyone else of their humanity until I was the last human being on Earth and then, and only then, when everyone else was as depraved as I was, I’d finally be comfortable in my own furry identity?

Wouldn’t that be something?

I pushed the thought from my mind and glanced across the dark trailer to where Wally was seated. Despite the darkness, somehow, the black horse’s fiery red mane still shone almost with an unearthly light.

“How’re you holding up?” I asked.

Wally looked like he had been deep in thought when I spoke and he looked up, red eyes regarding me like he just noticed I was there. “Little lost if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” It was comforting to see that he was calming down from his manic vengeance boner.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m wondering how many firemen I could turn into my dick and make into my herd before I have to stop.” He grinned savagely then waved me away when he saw my worried expression. “Kidding, kidding. I got caught up in the moment. Rebirth does that to you.”

“Uh-huh.”

Wally sighed and rubbed his mane. “Look, I came here looking for a way to give my dad some comfort in what little time he has left. Then he proceeded to emotionally beat any sympathy out of me for months. Now, all this happened.” He gestured at his rippling, lean frame. “I kind of got some emotional whiplash and I was kind of caught up in the moment.”

“So you’re not going to go around fucking everything that moves, turning them into your dick and conquering the west coast?”

“Oh I will,” he laughed. “But I’m going to do it in a methodical way.” He winked at me. “Besides, there’s something you haven’t thought about.”

“And what’s that?” I challenged.

“What’ll happen to all the people you changed if you decide to break the curse?”

My heart immediately sunk and before I could reply, he was driving that knife into my chest and twisting the handle.

“Are you really looking to break the curse because you want or because you’re obligated to because that’s what you think the world expects of you?”

It was a fair point. What was driving me to break the curse? Did I really want to go back to my normal life after all this? Could I?

Who knew what was waiting for me back in Alaska. I was out for three weeks and if my curse was active during that time, maybe everyone there was already transformed. Think about it. I only ever turn back into a human if everyone who saw me as a beast was turned. I arrived in Washington as a beast somehow. That means, unless the curse magically transported me miles away, my friends had also seen me as a beast. Yet, after I transformed Scott, I changed back.

Conclusion? It was a very real possibility that my four friends back in Alaska had been transformed. Now that I knew that they were infectious as well… it could very well mean I’d be going back to a college filled with furries.

Would that really be a bad thing?

What if instead of pursuing this crusade of trying to remain human and ducking and weaving through various locales trying to find a way to break the curse… I embraced it? What if I went from town to town, transforming people to my whims, changing them and spilling my seed to plant the fruits of a furry revolution?

What if the reason all of Anodyne’s other ‘clients’ failed to break the curse and died tragically was because they fought against it. Should they have just accepted it? Was this the cosmos telling me that I’m flawed and that’s okay?

“Duke, don’t listen to him,” warned my guardian construct. “The curse was not placed on you because your desires don’t fit in with what the rest of the world demands you like. If this journey has taught us anything, it is the fact that people are for more accepting of your ‘kinks’ and ‘fantasies’ than you give them credit for.”

That’s right.

“The curse was placed on you because at the time you were meant to tell the ritual what you really wanted, you could not manifest it. It is about indecision and being true to yourself. Not consequences or repercussions.”

Once again, Anodyne pulled me from the brink, giving me strength and lifting me up off my feet. Which was actually a really bad move. We’re in a moving truck, stuck in the trailer with a bunch of cum-covered wooden furniture so I only ended up being unbalanced and stumbling back onto my ass. Seriously, ever seen those videos of dogs trying to stand up on moving vehicles? That applies to humanoids too.

“You’re not wrong,” I told Wally. “I think part of me wants to break the curse because that’s kind of what I’m expected to do. Don’t think most of humanity will accept me for who I am as I am now. But the more I go around, the more people I meet, the more I realize that I’m not the only one that wants to big, furry and dive into someone’s dick, get melted down in their hot jizz and them cum out as their identical twin.”

Wally gave me a quizzical look.

“I’ve got familial issues. You do too.” I waved away my tangential thoughts. “Point is, I think you’ve got a point. I think I need to stop thinking that I should be breaking this curse and stop thinking about myself. I got cursed because I couldn’t give voice to my inner desires when we performed the ritual. Not because I’m afraid of what other people might think of me. Though that’s always been a thing.”

Wally chuckled softly then waggled his bright, red eyebrows at me. “Oh yeah? And what I it that you truly desire?”

I gave him a sheepish look. “I don’t know.”

He sighed and leaned back against the stacks of furniture. “I guess if you knew that, you wouldn’t be stuck and I wouldn’t have the power to turn my dad into the dick he really is.”

“No, you don’t get it,” I breathed, a terrifying thought entering my mind. “I don’t know because I don’t have a one true desire.”

He frowned at me and I could feel Anodyne worming up my arm and giving me a puzzled and worried look.

“Huh?” they asked simultaneously though Anodyne’s words could only be heard by me.

“It’s something you said,” I replied, gesturing towards Wally. “You asked me if I wanted to break the curse. Made me question what it is that I actually want and how the Ritual that kicked this off demanded I give voice to the one thing I really want. But what if…” I trailed off for a second. Wally and Anodyne seemed to lean closer in anticipation. “… What if my problem isn’t that there is one thing I really want?”

“Oh…” Anodyne breathed, coming to a realization. “Oh no…”

Wally took a few more seconds to come to the same realization. “Your varied desires… How you ‘infect’ other people with different kinks… They’re not all the same…” His eyes went wide like saucers, more evident against his black fur. “Shit… you couldn’t have won.”

I sighed and brought my knees up to my chin. “Yeah… I think… I think anything I said would have been the wrong answer because I don’t have a singular desire.” I looked up, locking gazes with Wally. “I want it all.”

“Or the freedom to choose but never make a decision,” Anodyne mused.

Wally shuffled over to me, staying low so as not to be toppled over by the moving truck. He sat down, draped an arm over my shoulders and pulled me against his side. It was honestly a little bizarre to be comforted by someone I had initially thought to be rather chaotic but maybe that’s what I needed right now.

“I won’t tell you how to feel,” began the nightmare horse. “God knows I’ve been told that enough in my life. But if you’ll take the advice from a near random stranger…?” My nod allowed him to continue. “This isn’t a bad thing. You might have a good idea of why you were cursed in the first place. If that’s any indication, it means that you should accept that part of you. It isn’t the universe telling you you’re wrong not to have one heartfelt desire. It’s the universe telling you that you should accept the fact that you’re a varied and kinky bastard and roll with it.”

I let out a bitter laugh and turned my gaze away. “So you’re saying that even though I sometimes have this desire to make my own football team made of dumb, mind-controlled meat-heads that were transformed into such from all the bullies in my life that dominate the field by day and dominate me by night, that’s perfectly fine?”

“Yes.” He didn’t even blink when he responded to me. “My man,” he continued, clapping my shoulder, “An hour or so ago, I practically begged you to turn my dad into your dick if it’ll cure him of his cancer. The man was an ass to me and I still wanted to save him. That worthless piece of shit isn’t worth saving and I wouldn’t want him anywhere near your cock for what he said about you.” His gaze grew distant as he looked off into the distance. “But I still want to save him.”

“You mean even if it gives you the added bonus of turning him into your dick?”

He smirked in response. “That’s a very good bonus.” His smile faded as he regarded me earnestly. “But my point is that you should accept your varied desires. People have some pretty fucked up fantasies and I think it’s when guys like us - the ones that are normally downtrodden by figures of authority - get told what to like and what not to like that our dreams get even more fucked up.” He rolled his other shoulder, flexing his arm. “The world needs people to let loose a little. Stop being so up-tight about everything.”

“You mean a little arson will help the soul?” I quipped with just a little bit of sarcasm.

“Fuck yeah!” He clapped my back. “Let go, Duke. Accept your depravity and lean into being a beast! I know I sure as hell am.”

And there was that point he had originally made. What would happen to the other people I had changed along the way? What would happen to Scott and Barry if they became human again? Would their burgeoning relationship based on corny Harry Potter references crumble if they were no longer a badger and lion respectively? What about Ranger? Would his newfound sexual awakening be for nothing if he couldn’t turn into a puma at will? And what of Diesel’s dreams of remaking Grimmwood alongside Gunner and Colin?

If I broke the curse, would all the beasts turn back?

Would I even want that?

“For what it’s worth,” Anodyne began, “while no one has ever truly reversed the curse - not saying that it’s impossible - even when the curse-bearer died, the impact their decisions made on the world never went away.”

In short, there was no turning back time.

People would stay beasts unless there was some magical MacGuffin that would undo everything I did. Who is to say that I wanted that to be undone though? Let’s face it, apart from the fact that most of the people I had touched were now furry, muscled, gay and had some form of transformative superpower, they were happier.

Weren’t they?

That little nagging voice that came from the nebulous form of his overly-critical family came back with a vengeance. Questions he wouldn’t have otherwise thought about began poking holes at his crumbling confidence, breaking down his resolve piece by piece.

‘Are you sure they’re only happy because you can’t be?’

‘What if they don’t want to be big, muscled, furry hunks? What if they’d be happier as something else?’

‘Maybe they only put on a brave fron while you were around because they wanted to get rid of you? Get you out of their hair before you make things worse for them?’

Before he knew it, I found himself hyperventilating. Even Wally’s close proximity didn’t help. In fact, the equine’s bulk was making me feel stifled and restricted. I immediately got up and staggered over to the far end of the trailer, as far physically away from Wally as I could. The dull rumbling of the truck was numbed into a near-constant muffled humming punctured by a soft but piercing high-pitched whine. Wally was asking something but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own panic.

Shell shock. That was the word. It felt like a grenade had just gone off five feet away from me and now my whole body was reeling from the shockwave that had rolled throughout my entire body. Nausea threatened to propel the contents of my stomach out of my muzzle while simultaneously, my throat was closing up from the stress.

My knees went weak and I stumbled over, grabbing the nearest thing to me for support; an awful, gaudy neon-green chair that looked like someone had dunked a Elizabethan-era chair in lime paint. Colin’s words echoed in my mind and the image of him pumping his muscles seven times in rapid succession pierced through the veil of abject terror.

I immediately wiggled the chair out of its restraints, stood up, spread my legs so that they were evenly spaced and secured my footing as much as possible in the moving truck and began doing some bicep curls using the chair. One… two… three…

… four… five…

… six…

… seven…

The world was slowly starting to inch back into my senses. I hadn’t even noticed that a lot of the colors had faded into black-and-white until I had finished my first set.

Next set.

One, two, three…

… four, five, six…

… seven.

The roar of the truck was more audible now and I could hear Wally’s concerns.

“Duke? What are you doing?”

“Just… give me seven more seconds,” I insisted.

The last set.

One-and-two-and-three-and-four…

… and-five-and-six-and-seven.

My heart was still pumping in my chest but my breathing was more even now. All the panicked thoughts still bounced around in my mind but it was like they were now caged up. Screaming and shouting but locked away where they couldn’t do more than that. I lifted my gaze towards Wally and offered him a shaky smile.

“Sorry. I… I think I just had my first ever panic attack.”

“Shit…” breathed the equine. “Will you be okay?”

The truck suddenly jostled to a stop and I looked up over my shoulder in the direction of the cabin. “We’ll see.”

Half-a-minute later, Raphael opened the back of the truck. The dim lights of a motel was visible. Raph stepped into the trailer to avoid us having to step outside and be exposed.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, keeping his voice low. “So far, what we knows is that Duke only turns back into a human if and when the people he’s been exposed to get transformed into beasts, right?”

“Right,” replied Wally, casting a nervous glance at me. Despite his chaotic disposition and revenge trip, he clearly cared for my well-being. Maybe my panic attack reminded him a little of bit his own humanity. “But my dad was never exposed to him. Unless we’re talking about close proximity. From what you guys told me, there was a very thin wall separating him from me and my dad.”

Raph tilted his head to the side. “I don’t think that’s the case.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Why not?”

The trucker ticked off a finger in some arbitrary direction. “Prinsky.”

“Dee’s shitty, nosy neighbor? What about him?”

“He saw you as you were, right? Or at the very least, he was in incredibly close proximity to you when you became a beast.”

“Yeah…” I ventured carefully, unsure where he was going with this. “So…?”

Raph began pacing back and forth. “You admittedly only turned back when everyone that you were exposed to was transformed. Dee, Colin, Gunnar and Prinsky. But Prinsky wasn’t turned by you directly. It was Dee that turned him.”

That’s right. The dots began connecting in my mind. Prinsky was drawn into the curse at one point. He had even seen Dee in his ursine form. Wally gave us both a puzzled look as Raph and I locked gazes, our minds somehow connecting through the short distance between us and our collective intelligence formulating a theory.

“Dee still hopes to turn everyone in Grimmwood into beasts…” I ventured.

“… and there’s no doubt that they would be in the same situation as Prinsky,” Raph continued.

“So by that logic, if Dee began turning people or at least showing everyone what he’d become, I’d always remain a beast or at least never turn back.”

“We don’t know if they’ve begun changing people yet. But there’s a way we can test that theory.” Raph nodded towards Wally. “I’ve got a phone you can borrow. I want you to turn your dad this evening.” Then his eyes switched to me. “I’ll give Dee a call. See where he is at. Somehow I doubt he’s started. If my theory is right and you do transform after Wally changes his dad, then your status as a beast has nothing to do with how many people are connected to you and how many of them have been turned into beasts.”

Anodyne hummed in approval. “He’s really smart. But there’s one problem…”

“That leaves you, though,” I countered. “If I don’t transform, there is still you.”

“There is that,” agreed Raph. “But this is a test on the correlation between how many people have seen you as a beast and your shape.”

The fact that he didn’t push the topic of what would happen if his theory was wrong left a pit in my stomach. Was Raph going to sacrifice his humanity for my sake? We barely knew each other and I couldn’t ask him to do that for me. Even though he seemed… ambivalent to the idea, I still felt guilty for even thinking about it.

“The fact that you’re asking me to fuck my dad and turn him means I’m in,” chortled Wally. “Question is, how the hell will I get back to my place? Where are we even?”

The Backroad Stop was about an hour away. Technically within the search radius for missing people or arson but Wally mentioned that they were far from most police coverage let alone any nearby counties. It would take some time before a true search was conducted. The plan was for Raph to drop his cargo here and drive Wally to within a mile of his home before coming back. Wally would make the rest of the way to his house and wait for his dad to complete his revenge. I would stay in the motel - room 104 - and wait for his return. Once Wally had done the deed, he would let us know.

We would decide what we would do after that.

The plan was agreed upon and Raph worked to unlatch his cargo from his truck. He had parked behind the motel itself so we were away from prying eyes. When done, he gave me the key to the room and I managed to sneak into the two-bed motel room with ease. No one saw me. This was a motel close to the highway and it was the middle of the night so what few patrons were either asleep or non-existent. Seriously, there were only two cars in the lot and I suspected at least one of them belonged to the lone attendant at the entrance.

A few minutes later, I saw Raph’s big, red truck rolling back down the road, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

My thoughts and Anodyne.

The motel room was pretty typical. Dull, olive-green walls, brown carpet that could hide most stains and hard, unappealing beds with a single pillow. Apart from the sole television pressed against the opposite side of the beds, there was very little in terms of technology. An alarm clock and lamp was the only thing that provided any sort of illumination apart from the single, buzzing, overhead ceiling lamp/fan. A really small bathroom was parked at the end of a small hallway which was partially occupied by a wardrobe.

Overall, it was maybe a six-out-of-ten.

It was sad to say that I could be considered a bit of a connoisseur of motel rooms. Many of my Thursday-night flings ended in motel rooms. Few people wanted to bring their one-night-stands to their own places especially if that gay bar/club/hangout I attended was a couple of hours away from my dorm room. The pains I went through to make sure no one in my immediate social circle would ever recognize me could be considered bordering on the paranoid. Seriously, I would go to some LGBTQ+ locale two to three hours away on Thursdays and cycle through not only them but also the cities they were in every week. That would mean that my attendance at those locations would be inconsistent at best so I could never be considered a local or a ‘regular’. In my mind, so long as I kept it up, even if someone were to mention someone like me had come into their place looking to get their dick sucked, ass eaten or fucked from both ends by two burly guys, it could be dismissed as a case of mistaken identity.

Seriously, I had charts of this shit.

Waiting was the worst part of any experience so I flicked on the television, the remote looking so miserably small in my paws. I made sure that there was a little illumination as possible to hide my presence.

“… operation has turned to recovery,” the female news anchor continued. “The military has said that one of their helicopters out on a routine transport mission from a base in Washington State crashed into a civilian weather balloon and crashed in the Grimmwood Forest. There were no casualties except for million of dollars in military funs. The Pentagon has insisted that civilians stick to flying science experiments such as rockets, weather balloons and drones to urban areas to avoid a similar incident.”

Part of me wanted to believe that was unrelated to me but there was this inkling in the back of my mind that the Pentagon was just covering up something. How I ended up miles away from the crash had yet to be answered and that was on top of the question of how I ended up in Washington State in the first place when I had been in Alaska before the curse held. Unless I had gotten really drunk and we had performed the Ritual miles away from campus. In which case I had to question where my friends were.

A loud rumbling immediately made me jump. Reflexes built over years of shutting off porn sites, Ctrl+Tabbing or hitting the ‘Windows+M’ combination on my keyboard kicked in. The TV was off and I was beneath my sheets pretending to be asleep before the rumbling got even louder. The curtains were drawn and the blanket barely covered my form. Then I realized how stupid it was to even hide because Raph knew exactly what to expect. There was no hiding my shame from him.

Of course, it wasn’t Raph.

The loud, raucous that followed the rumbling was definitely not the friendly, furry trucker. As carefully as my eight-foot height would allow me, I shuffled out from under my sheets and peeked through the curtains. My heart jumped to my throat while my cock throbbed.

There was a pack - do they call them a pack? - of bikers were at driving a few circles in the parking lot. About twenty of them were hollering and jeering. Each of them was cloaked in black, leather jackets with a bull’s skull emblem on their backs. Flames engulfed the skull and the words ‘Hot Beef’ was written across the bottom. The men were the rough-and-tumble kind of guy that I would willingly fall to my knees and prostrate myself towards. Thick, bushy beards, huge, meaty arms, powerful pecs that protruded about as far as their big, rounded bellies. Some had tattoos. Others wore spikes. All were beastly.

“Oh shit…” I huffed.

“Exactly your type?” Anodyne asked.

“One of my types,” I admitted. “I’ve had more than one fantasy of being abducted by a group of guys like them and being passed around like the pack’s bong or meeting someone like them in one of my usual hangouts and sucking their dicks in the bathrooms. More than once, I’ve fantasized about being ‘assigned’ my own bike and magically transforming into one of them so that I can travel the roads of the country free of responsibility and my family.”

“And now?”

Good question. “Now I kind of want to embrace Wally’s idea and see what kind of beast I can make them into?”

I sighed and retreated back into the room as the bikers ran a few more circles. As I returned to my bed, I heard them parking their monsters of hogs and talk very loudly in the parking lot. Chances were, this was a regular hangout for them. They could be as loud as they wanted because there would be few people who would oppose a whole gang of bikers especially if we were on their turf.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on the door. The knob twisted and the door sprang open. Raph quickly rushed in and closed the door behind him.

“Duke?” he asked. “You here? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied, waving a paw in his direction. “You saw those bikers?”

“I did.” Raph sat down on the other bed. “Some of them were pretty hot. Don’t care much for all the smoking and alcohol though.”

“Some people find that kind of recklessness hot.”

“Do you?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“I’m like a rainbow,” I responded with a chortle. “My tastes come in a variety of colors and shades.”

“Good to know.” Raphael lay back in the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. “I dropped off Wally and gave him my spare phone. He’ll give us a call when he transforms his dad. Then we’ll see what happens.”

I rolled over in the bed so I was facing him. “You know… the only times I’ve ever turned back was after I had mind-blowing sex with someone. What makes you think that this will work?”

“Predominantly because you haven’t tried anything else,” Raph responded, holding up a finger. “We’ve got to explore all possibilities here.”

“And if it doesn’t work?” My throat went dry. “Would you… would you be willing to have sex with me to turn me back into a human?”

Raph had this enigmatic smile on his face as he kept his eyes closed, facing the ceiling. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now though…” He made a show of sniffing his armpits. “I stink. I’m going to take a shower. Then I suggest we get as much sleep as we can. We don’t know when Wally will give us a call.”

There were so many corny lines sweeping through my head. Not going to lie. I thought he was inviting me to join him. A thousand porn scenarios played through my head. Sex in the shower being the most vanilla of them. More than anything, I wanted to see what was beneath that red-and-black checkered shirt and what that bulge in his pants was concealing.

Yet, despite every sign pointing to me jumping his bones or getting him to plow my furry ass while bent over the sink… I just told him to enjoy the shower and rolled onto my back. That burst of self-control filled me with a bit of confidence. Maybe I was finally getting control of my curse.

I closed my eyes with that thought warming my mind and heart.

A soft ringing followed shortly afterwards and my eyes jolted open. I mumbled awake and rolled to my side. I was surprised to find that Raph was groggily getting up from his bed in nothing but a pair of tight briefs. My breath was immediately caught in my throat at the sight of his hairy chest, those beefy pectorals and that rounded gut immediately bringing to mind the images of the bikers. I licked my lips as my dick throbbed beneath the sheets. Raphael was too sleepy to notice as he reached over to where his phone rested.

“Hello?” he rumbled.

Outside, I noticed that it was still dark outside. A glance at the clock revealed that it was barely four in the morning. I had been asleep for about six hours. The excitement of the evening must have gotten to me.

“Wally?”

And there was the excitement again, back with a vengeance.

I was suddenly awake and looking up at Raphael eagerly. It took me a second to realize that I was still big, blue and burly. I hadn’t changed back. So that had to mean something was wrong. Did Wally get caught? Did he hesitate to turn his dad and now he was being locked somewhere by his monster of a father ready to be thrown to the government?

“Let me put you on speaker. Video call? Yeah, sure.”

Raphael regarded me worriedly as he held out the phone in front of him, switching on the video. A second later, the black-furred, red-maned horse was shown in front of is, grinning brightly.

“Hey guys,” announced Wally. “It’s done.”

It was done. That meant…

“You… You…?” I stammered.

“I fucked my dad!” exclaimed Wally proudly. “And you’ll be happy to know, he’s feeling better than ever!”

A big, silver-furred donkey pushed himself into the screen, draping an arm over Wally’s shoulders. Despite the species difference, the fiery red mane that the two shared spoke of a family resemblance. Wally Senior was bigger, more muscular but had the same level of leanness as his son. The donkey let out a triumphant bray as he leaned towards his son and passionately engaged his own flesh and blood in voracious tongue-play. I could see their tongues pressing against each other’s cheeks.

The Wallies pulled away, a little bridge of saliva tracing the gap between their tongues for a second before breaking with a soft ‘pop’.

“So you’re the boys that gave my son this gift, eh?” Wally Senior said, turning towards the screen, his silvery eyes glowing with joy. “Can’t thank you enough. I’ve never been closer to my son. Better yet, I’ve never felt better!” He flexed an arm, thick veins criss-crossing his silvery fur from his wrist all the way up to his shoulder.

“That’s… That’s great!” I forced.

Raph saw the tumult in my voice and cut in. “You’re cancer-free now?”

“Don’t know,” responded Wally Senior. “But you know what? I don’t fucking care. Even if cancer comes to claim me, I finally get my son and we’re closer than ever.” He reached over, gently cupping Wally Junior’s chin, beaming brightly. “I’m going to cherish what time I have left with him. Come what may.”

They kissed again. I felt sick. The kind of sick a ten year-old kid that didn’t understand how sexuality or reproduction worked would get upon watching adults kissing. I wanted to turn away and flee to another room.

“In case you’re wondering,” Wally Junior said. “Yes, I did turn him into my cock. Had a good few hours teasing and edging. He fought for a bit but I think it was worth it in the end.”

“You bet it was,” huffed Senior_._ “Being your dick, son, was the best experience in my life. I was just too proud to admit it. Until the end that is.” He leaned forward again and kissed his son’s cheek. “Anyway, if you boys want to come back, I’ve called off the search. You’re free to stay here if you want.”

“You just want to feel what it’s like to be Duke’s dick,” accused Wally Junior.

“That’s your fault. You made it sound like it felt so good!”

Raph offered a forced smile. “Thanks, you two. Glad it worked out well. And we’ll have to politely decline. We’ve got an appointment to keep. Thanks for keeping us in the loop. Bye.”

He hung up and he turned to me. “Before you say anything, let me call Diesel and the others. Maybe they -”

“Don’t bother,” I said quickly leaping to my feet. “I need some air.”

“Duke, wait!”

I didn’t wait.

I stepped out of the motel and out into the pre-dawn air.

?

So that was it.

My transformation back into a human was not necessarily connected to people within my extended social circle. It was basically confirmed that the only time I’m ever going to change back is if the people who have been seen my as a beast are changed into beasts themselves.

It made sense.

Prinsky saw me as a beast and it was only when he, Colin, Gunnar and Dee had been transformed did I change back. Maybe it was just an utter coincidence that Dee changed him but it had all led to that little bit of hope that my change wasn’t related to ruining other people’s lives.

I don’t know why I even let myself hope.

The only path forward was for me to go from person to person and transform them into beasts all to maintain my humanity. Ironic that some of my wildest fantasies revolved entirely around this very premise but now that it was becoming a reality, I was afraid. It would be so easy to close my eyes in my post-orgasm state and fantasize about how the world ended because every man in the world became gay due to my curse and we all fucked each other for all eternity. But that was a fantasy. Being responsible for the end of countless lives and twisting their desires…

… that was something else entirely.

I guess it’s a little but of a disassociating between fantasy and reality. In videogames or the land of make believe, you could easily say you killed someone or something and justify it on some flimsy premise. But when push comes to shove, can you honestly pull that trigger? Can you be the one to execute the extinction of an entire race? Could you bear the burden of being the one to end humanity as you know it?

Me…?

Well, I think the most terrifying thing is that I don’t know.

Just like Anodyne said, I would much prefer to be indecisive and have all my options open than to actually commit with finality to a path.

Part of me genuinely wanted to see this through. Take Wally’s advice and go around as some messiah of gay men and give them their wildest fantasies. At the same time, there was another part of me that recognized that this was really stupid and hormone based. The chaotic part of me saw the chains of society and the weights of my family’s conservative expectations pulling me down. The sensible part saw the insanity in the eyes of my ambitions and just how impractical it was.

I could just easily say ‘Fuck it’ and end the world. I might not even live to see mankind doomed. Let future generations worry about that. But could I really live with that guilt?

My thoughts had carried me far away from the roadside motel. Suddenly, I was on some hilly plains with an unobstructed view of the sunrise off in the distance. The moment of serenity soothed me and I parked myself down side of the hill, my bare, furry rump touching the dew-covered grass and just watched as the sky slowly turned from a dull gray to the beautiful pinks and yellows of the oncoming dawn.

My thoughts just dripped out from me. Left my mine completely empty.

I must have been sitting there for… maybe an hour or so because the warm rays of the sun was caressing my fur, stirring my bones to movement.

Loud voices caught me attention not too far away. I looked down to my left. The highway was there and just beneath the roads, secluded away from the average onlooking was a small bonfire. Or some sort of manual fire. A glint of metal from the multitude of bikes reminded me of the bikers from the previous night. They had likely been kicked out by the motel management or maybe even left of their own accord and were now drinking and just hanging out underneath the road. They had to be a good distance away but in the dim morning light and the relative quite of the empty highway, their voices carried very well.

That or they were just exceptionally loud. Constantly revving their engines added to the cacophony of of their chaos.

Chaos. Huh.

I guess at the time, that was exactly what triggered my legs to prop me up and start my descent down the hill to the group.

Anodyne’s worried voice echoed in my ears but I wasn’t listening to him. “Duke? What are you doing, Duke?”

Embrace the chaos. Welcome the curse as part of me. Anodyne said so himself. Nowhere in history had anyone ever broken the curse before. People have succeeded in performing the ritual but no one had ever freed themselves from the punishment inflicted from failing to voice your true desire while performing the Ritual. Why fight it? Why even keep trying to hold onto what little humanity I had left and just become the beast I was clearly destined to be? I’d have to be cautious about my approach. Couldn’t just go to the media and announce myself as some furry messiah come to bring on the anthropomorphic revolution. I needed to approach it methodically. Figure out what triggered my curse and use my lieutenants to help spread it.

“Duke, whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re thinking, you need to stop! It isn’t as bad as you’re making it seem! Snap out of it!”

Yeah. That sounded like a good plan. Not just a good plan. A fucking hot plan. My cock was already throbbing to an erection by the time I had approached the highway and crossed it boldly to where the group of bikers were perched. None of them noticed me. They were red-eyed either from lack of sleep or the weed that they were smoking. The scent of it permeated the air. I don’t know the exact mechanics of the drug - admittedly one of the things that couldn’t quite get a rise out of me - but I was fairly sure that driving while high was a bad idea. Probably why they chose to set up camp beneath the highway instead of spending the night in the motel.

“If this is a fantasy, you need to control yourself! If they get away -”

Ignored him entirely and spread my arms to my sides like I was welcoming them to my flock.

“Rejoice, you children of the road!” I bellowed, immediately catching their attention. “Salvation has arrived.”

The bikers stared at me for a long moment, their bloodshot eyes blinked a few times. Some even rubbed their eyes as I approached one, thunderous footstep at a time.

“The fuck…?” whispered one.

“Dude, what the fuck is in this shit?” another demanded, holding out the weed he was smoking.

“You all seein’ this?”

“I assure you, I am not mere hallucination. I am the advent of your ascension to a carnal paradise beyond your wildest imaginings.” Really putting that English Major to good use there. “I am the Duke. I am here to usher you into my royal service.”

“The fuck is this guy talking about?”

“Is… is this some animatronic or some shit? How baked am I?”

“Fear not,” I boomed. “My kingdom is not one of piety, repentance or judgment. In my world, the only thing that matters is desire. Sexual desire.” I made a show of gripping my cock, precum oozing from the tip and falling down to the ground like crystal ichor. “Now come, which one of you will be the first to partake in my blessing.”

My curse should have kicked in. It should have compelled them all to throw themselves at me and begin and orgy here under the concrete. They would suck my dick as men and then get back on their bikes as beasts ready to spread across the country and corrupt the rest of the country. Then the rest of the world.

This would have been the dawn of my new kingdom. Hell, I wanted it so badly. My body ached for it.

“Did you get lost from some sort of cosplay convention or something, kid?” asked one of the bikers. I peered down upon him. Unlike the others, he was… lucid. There was nothing in his eyes or demeanor that suggested he was baked. His thick build was one that screamed ‘hidden power’. The heavy jacket, graphic shirt and heavy demin pants hid a lot of the power in his body, making him look soft, but there was something about the thickness of his neck that told me this was a man who was accustomed to fighting. His sunburned skin was a little leathery and held a pale bronze color. Black hair concealed beneath a bandanna of the American flag. A thick, full beard that extended about an inch from his chin covered the majority of the lower half of his face. Clear, sky-blue eyes regarded me appraisingly.

He was a little softer compared to the guys that I would usually desire but that was part of the fun. I would enjoy turning his doughy physique into prime beef.

“I see we have our first volunteer,” I laughed. “Come then, on your knees and bathe in my glory!”

“Right,” sighed the man, striding forward. He bypassed my cock, took my paw and pulled me towards one of the bikes. “Looks like we’re not the only ones that’s high tonight, guys.” He waved at his friends. “I’m going to take this guy to the closest station.”

The bikers hooted and hollered, jeering at me. Shame began bubbling up my stomach but it was blocked by the utter confusion that was bouncing around in my mind. Why weren’t they falling head over heels over me? Why weren’t they sucking my cock or fucking me as my curse compelled them to experience the pleasures I could never enjoy? Or, on the inverse, why weren’t they beating the hell out of me or freaking out and reporting me to the military?

These questions, oddly enough, brought a sense of clarity to my mind and with that clarity came the piercing spear of shame that came with having strode up to twenty or so guys with my dick out. The weight of that shame fell on my shoulders, causing my head to duck and my ears to fold back.

“Get on, kid,” the biker said, gesturing towards his bike. It was a pretty big model. Big enough to fit two people. Fitting one person as big as this guy and me was entirely a different matter. My brain wasn’t working at that point, however, so I still sat down behind the guy, gently wrapping my arms around his waist as I did so. Somehow, the bike didn’t crash or tip back despite my weight seemingly about a tonne.

I would later learn that the curse would cause my weight to fluctuate. It made sense how I could sometimes fuck around with people and only break furniture at the most opportune moment or how a localized tornado could somehow pick me up off the ground when I was transforming someone. That’s a key indicator that my curse was activating. At least one of them.

Keep that in mind.

The biker revved his engine, waved at his friends and then began driving off.

Once we were on the highway, the biker said, “So what? You meant to be the monster in some LARP session and you got lost?”

“I…”

“Break character, kid. This is serious. What you did back there was really goddamn reckless. The Burning Broncos aren’t to be messed with.”

My thoughts were starting to clear and I shook my head free of whatever self-destructive haze had come over me. “You’re hanging out with them but you don’t sound like you belong. What’s up with that?”

My savior chuckled softly, a sound I could hear even above the roar of his bike. “You could say I’m their conscience. Besides, you can’t let the stories about biker gangs in the mass media cloud your judgment. That’s like a pre-90’s idea. These days, biker gangs are actually charitable organizations of people who go around with a common interest in their hogs. Most people can’t afford to just go from town to town and not do anything, you know.”

I frowned at him. There goes every fantasy of biker gangs that I ever had. That and my libido.

“I’m still confused,” I said. “What’s going on here?”

“How about we find some place to stop and talk? You remember the last place you stayed at?”

“He thinks you are some sort of actor that got lost in the woods,” Anodyne explained. “Probably thinks that you couldn’t carry your heavy suit around with you and you’re too proud to leave it behind because of how expensive it is.”

An image was slowly forming in my mind. Humiliation mounted and I wanted to explain to this very nice biker that I wasn’t some lost LARPer or method actor that was having trouble getting out of character. Then, I realize that this was probably for the best. My burst of recklessness could very well have damned the Burning Broncos into becoming beasts. Then again, that was what I wanted, right?

To start the gay furry transformation of every man in the world?

Right?

I gave the name of the motel Raph took us to and the biker commented that it actually wasn’t that far away. He laughed that whatever session we had last night probably just got me turned around and chastised me about how it was dangerous to be going out in the middle of the night especially if my vision was obscured by a suit.

I did not correct him.

We arrived at the motel a short thirty minutes later, showing that I had wandered quite some distance away. When he drove us into the lot, the attendant at the booth near the entrance waved at the biker happily while giving me the strangest look. Given how he shrugged afterwards, however, showed that he must trust my rescuer. He parked his bike and I moved towards room 104.

The door was locked.

“Crap…” I hissed.

“Forgot your keys somewhere?” laughed the biker. “Your friends in there?”

I didn’t see Raph’s truck from around the corner but I still saw his cargo trailer. He must’ve gone out looking for me. “Doesn’t seem like it…”

“Come to my room then,” he said, gesturing to the second floor. “You can stay with me until your buddies get back.”

Suspicion was crawling in the back of my mind, quietly chattering amongst its multiple personalities. How could this rough-and-tumble biker be so blasé of someone he suspected was in a fursut with surprisingly accurate anatomy? If I came across someone who was eight foot tall, leaking precum from their dick and had surprisingly accurate muzzle physics, I’d be asking questions. But this guy… he just wasn’t.

As I followed him to his room, it hit me.

This was a fantasy.

“Oh no,” I whispered to myself.

“What was that?” asked my savior.

“Nothing,” I rumbled. “Just… wondering where my friends are.”

“Fair enough. My name is Finley by the way. Finley March. You can just call me Finn.”

“Uh-huh. Nice to meet you Finn.”

With his back turned to me, I quickly tapped my right arm where Anodyne was remaining still.

“Now you want to listen?” asked the construct contritely. “Fine. What is it?”

I glanced at him, my eyes wide.

“Oh. Oh I see. If this is part of a fantasy, tap me once. If it isn’t Tap me twice.”

One tap on the tattoo.

“Oh no. I see.” I could see Anodyne visibly shrink back a little and he was quiet for a bit. “I’m so sorry, Duke. I thought your sudden bout of insanity that led you to walking up to those bikers was some sort of mental breakdown. I didn’t think it was a fantasy. I’m sorry.”

I wanted to correct him. Tell him that I the reason I went down to the Burning Broncos was because I was being a defeatist. That I had given up on trying to maintain my humanity and resolved myself to making a world that was full of huge, muscled, furry gay men just like Wally suggested. Everyone seemed so much happier, right?

Hell, if I still felt that way, I would have outright confessed to Finn who and what I was but my senses had come back to me and now I was dreading what it meant that I had infected about twenty guys with my visage. I mean, fucking or getting fucked by twenty bikers wasn’t so bad, I think…

“Now that you mention it, this Finn seems surprisingly… accepting of what you look like despite what common sense would dictate… Be careful, Duke. We don’t know what this could mean.”

I nodded as he went up to 206 and entered. It was much smaller than the previous room that I shared with Raph. Same decor, same general outline but a bigger bathroom. There was a tub in it but only one bed in the common area. Still about a six out of ten.

Motel room connoisseur, remember?

“Why don’t you take off that suit,” Finn said, heading towards the bathroom. “You must be hot and sweaty in there.”

Moment of truth.

“I can’t.”

Finn glanced over to me, one of his thick, bushy eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I can’t, Finn.” He gestured at myself. “Look at me. Really look at me.” I gave him a second to appraise me. “This isn’t a suit.”

The biker’s brow knotting, his eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle. I could see his confusion going to realization and finally to horror. But there was something else there. Something in his eyes.

“Holy shit…” he breathed. “Are… are you… Are you an alien?” He slapped his forehead. “Fuck! Is that whole thing you said…? Were you…?” I cocked my head to the side when I saw a smile slowly crawl onto his features. “Oh my god… Holy fucking god!”

“I’m not an alien,” I said, holding up my paws.

“You talked about ascension. Are you… are you an angel? A demon?” He began gesturing between me and him, a bright grin on his face. “Is this a whole thing where you fell from Heaven or something and now I have to teach you want it means to be human so you can get back up there?”

“What?” Anodyne asked.

“What?” I repeated.

Finn was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Fuck! Fuck! Okay… Is this where you’re some sort of ancient monster that just woke up and now you’re trying to find out where you fit in this world?”

“No! I -”

“Extradimensional being?”

“Will you let me talk?” I growled, snapping my fangs at him. Finn was momentarily stunned and he held up his hands. Raising my own, I quickly said, “Sorry. Just… I am not any of those. I’m actually a college student from Alaska…”

I recounted my story. Self-doubt, uncertainty and fear of the consequences of my own actions bubbled up with every word that tumbled out of my muzzle but all of that was pushed down by the confusion I got from Finn’s expression. He listened to me intently, never asking any questions and just watching with the eagerness of a child about to open his present on Christmas morning. It was kind of endearing to see someone as intimidating as Finn act so child-like.

When I was done, Finn didn’t waste a second to summarize what he had learned. “So you’re a college student that got drunk one night and performed a ritual as a joke but ended up getting cursed. You woke up three weeks later across the ocean and as this beast. You found that you’re compelled to give people your wildest sexual desires while you kind of get cuckolded and they transform into beasts like you with powers to transform others into beasts using the same method you transformed them. You’re now on a quest to get back home to find out what happened to your friends and find some way to break the curse. That about right?”

That last part was still up in the air but I agreed to his summary.

“That’s so amazing!”

I cocked my head to the side. “What? You’re not… freaked out? Not afraid that I might make you gay or into a beast?” I pointed at him. “You are straight, right?”

“As a ruler,” he responded. “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve been waiting my fucking entire life to meet someone like you?”

‘Stalker’ vibes were starting to creep up my spine, making the fur on my back rise. “You… you were?”

“Yes!” Finn lifted his hands and took a few short breaths. “Okay… Sorry. I’m coming on too strongly.” He pressed a hand against his chest like he was trying to force his heart to stop beating so fast. “Alright. So let me ask you this: when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?”

“A doctor.” The answer was so instinctive. It was ingrained into me. I know, I know, typical Asian upbringing. Every Asian kid is constantly pressured to be a doctor. You have those memes where the parents demand why a kid who is ten years old isn’t a doctor yet before leaving them to their studies. It’s not just a joke. It’s real. My dad would constantly tell me I had to be a doctor like my eldest brother, King, and that if I didn’t then my dead mother would be disappointed in the afterlife. Yes, he’s that kind of dad - the kind that uses his own deceased wife to guilt trip his son into excelling.

“Are you sure?” Finn responded. “Outside of reality. What did you dream about becoming?”

I glanced off to the side, a little troubled that I actually has to search my soul for the answer to that question. “I wanted to be an astronaut for a while… but I guess… If we’re talking outside of the bounds of reality and completely in the world of fantasy, I always wanted to be a superhero…”

“Exactly! Me too!” Finn beat his chest as he gestured at himself. “I always dreamed of one day waking up and having superpowers or being involved in some sort of accident to find out that I developed powers. There was even a time I kind of wished I’d get a letter delivered by some sort of magical creature inviting me to magic school. Even when I was a teenager, I was kind of hoping I’d be isekai’d off into some world.”

I cocked my head at him. “And now…?”

His excitement ebbed a little and there was a sad tinge in the way his eyes crinkled a little at the corners. “That never stopped. Every day I wish to make a difference and help people. But now that I’m in my late thirties, that hope is a little more grounded. It’s why I joined up with the Burning Broncos.”

“It is…?”

Contrary to the narrative that biker gangs are roving gangs of renegades that go around trashing places like bandits - and all of my fantasies - most packs were actually charitable organizations who often had real jobs and just rode around on their bikes with other guys. Yes, they hung around biker bars and acted tough but really, they were just a big brotherhood that often organized events that helped their local communities or even the state as a whole. The Broncos would even go to great lengths to respond to Amber Alerts if they were in the vicinity. They were generally good guys.

Sure they engaged in some behavior that was stereotypical of biker gangs but it was always sanctioned and encouraged. The previous night when they had rolled up into the motel and drove in circles while jeering was allowed by the motel owner who had a notice for all tenants of the event. They would even invite people to join them. The weed they did under the overpass was entire legal.

They never did anything illegal.

And that was the part about the lifestyle that appealed to Finn.

“I kind of feel like a superhero, you know?” he said, the redness on his cheeks coming from more than his sunburn. “I ride into some towns, help out where I can and then I’m off on my next adventure with my friends. It was the closest I could get to being an actual superhero.” There was a distant look in his blue eyes. Then a laser-like focus shone through with an intense ferocity as he turned to me. “But now, I’ve got a chance to actually get superpowers!”

And there was the scenario.

Meeting a mysterious stranger, one who has a dubious background and then being swept up in a world of fantasy with newfound powers. Escapism at its finest and the kind that was at the core of my very being and every horny dream that had plagued me since I realized my dick was for more than just pissing. To leave my dull, average life and be injected with adventure. To be told that I wasn’t just some average disappointment but actually someone special.

The kicker?

It was happening to someone else instead of me. I wish I could look upon my curse with the same level of enthusiasm as Finn did. It’s funny that maybe if I wasn’t the one at the center of the curse, maybe I’d jump at the idea of being cursed. It’s Milgram’s Experiment on Obedience to Authority all over again. Maybe if I could divert blame to someone else, I wouldn’t feel as bad for causing the Apocalypse. In that way, Finn was shielded from that responsibility.

It was on me.

Well done, curse. Well done.

I felt that itch crawling up through my psyche; that inescapable and ineffable force that was pressing at my prostate, coaxing my cock and tantalizing my deepest, most depraved desires. I was going to fuck Finn. That was certain.

But for the first time since I had been cursed, I actively fought against it.

“I’m… I’m not sure,” I grunted, fangs bared and my claws raking through the fabric of the sheets beneath me. The more I fought, the more the curse seemed to rail against my defenses and pull me towards Finn. Blood was flooding into my cock, pulling precious resources from the rest of me. But I was fighting. For the first time, I was fighting.

I did not want to make another Wally. I did not want to be part of someone else’s villain origin story.

“Your dick seems to say otherwise,” Finn said, leaning against the wall opposite to me, arms folded expectantly.

Of course the curse was pulling him into this as well but he wasn’t resisting. He wanted this as much as I did but he wasn’t fighting.

“You’re going to be responsible for his downfall!”

That one sentence immediately made me snap out of my internal struggle, a piercing light of hope through the shadowy veil of darkness and lust. “What?” I asked.

“What?” Finn replied.

“Just… give me a second,” I told him, glancing at my construct.

“If you turn Finn, you’re going to empower another man who has ambitions to use your powers for his own power fantasy but it will be worse than Wally,” Anodyne said fiercely. “You’re going to empower someone with the capabilities to travel across state borders, rolling into town and ‘helping’ others by turning them into beasts. Ranger, Barry and Scott are going to be restricted to the forest. Diesel and his gang will remain in Grimmwood. The Wallies are secluded in their small area with few neighbors. But Finn? He’s got a gang and transportation. He will spread_._”

Anodyne’s words were empowering me, they were giving strength to my will to resist the curse’s pull. I whimpered softly, signaling that he should continue.

“If you turn Finley, Duke, you will be taking that final step from a local epidemic to a global pandemic.”

And there it was. Suddenly, I was pushing back at the curse. Its hold on me was ebbing. I lifted my head and locked gazes with Finn. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t want this. Even without the curse talking, my mind was swimming with fantasies of watching his leather jacket stretch with newfound bulk, his quads bursting out of his thighs and that beard melding into fur as he became a beast. But this time, I was going to do it on my terms.

“Wally,” I said at length, surprising Finn. “When I changed him, he acted kind of crazy and burned down his family’s gas station. Things seemed fine after he went back after his dad and I think he’ll be okay but that was too close. I’m scared that, one day, I might change the wrong person and I’ll be responsible for kicking off something that ends the world.”

Finn’s expression softened and his arms slowly unfolded. “I get it. You don’t know me. Hell, I barely know you and here I am asking you to have sex with me so that I can get superpowers.” He laughed softly, turning his gaze away. “Thinking about it, it sounds really stupid. Not exactly the superhero origin I would’ve liked but after waiting thirty-plus years for my life to spontaneously change, I’ll take what I can get.”

His eyes turned back to me. “It’s hard. I’m not talking about your dick, either.” He laughed at his own joke. “I mean you’re still in your formative years. You’re in college. You’re figuring yourself out and then you’re suddenly thrust with this incredible power and responsibility.” Finn gave me a faint smile - and I mean really faint. His bushy beard hid it a lot. I think the only reason I actually saw any indication of it was because the light showed enough of his lip movements that I could detect it. “You remember that famous like ‘with great power comes great responsibility’?”

“Great line,” I commented.

“Stupid line. Completely bullshit.”

I jerked my head back. “Huh?”

“Peter Parker came upon his powers purely by accident. He didn’t ask for them. And now, because he has them, he’s basically obligated to use them to help people.” Finn shook his head. “No. That’s bullshit. Just because you have great capabilities, doesn’t mean you have to use them to help people. The true mark of a hero is the choice to use those powers to help people not because you have to but because you chose to.”

Those words stick with me to this day.

“What are you saying?” I asked.

“I’m saying that you’re not responsible for what other people do with the gift you give them. Whether or not this Wally character chooses to start his own incestuous nation and declares war on the US government or I decide to take my gifts to my gang and turn them into a group of traveling vigilantes is not on you.”

He waved a big, hairy hand covered in black, fingerless riding gloves in my direction. “From what you’ve told me, all this sex was consensual. Mostly. It’s not like you raped these guys. You could argue the curse compelled them to do it but in the end, they were accepting and happy. Hell, this wasn’t a one-off thing. You had sex with these guys multiple times. They could have run away screaming or sold you off to the government between each session but they didn’t. They kept coming back asking for more.

“I think, more than anything, that’s reason enough to believe that they’re taking responsibility off you and bearing the burden of the curse on them.”

That ray of hope, that light of clarity grew brighter. Strength was returning to my veins and slowly, I was straightening where I sat.

“Now I’m not saying don’t be reckless and just go around flashing your dick at people.” Finn laughed a little and ran a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ… now that I think about it, that’s what you were doing wasn’t it? When you came to us? Why the fuck would you do that?”

And my self-esteem plummeted again.

“After I heard about Wally transforming his dad and I hadn’t turned back, I realized that I would have to turn Raph. That the only way I’d ever go back to being human was if I turned people who saw me as a beast. That I’d basically suck out their humanity to maintain my own.” I shrugged my enormous shoulders. “I guess I saw the end, you know? I’d turn every guy in the world into a beast like me until I’d be the only human left and then I’d join them. Why bother with the pretense? Why not just start the Apocalypse now and stop fighting?”

Finn pursed his lips. “That’s really stupid.”

“Yeah…” I rumbled, a hot prickling jabbing at the back of my neck. “I know. I should keep fighting. There’s always hope.”

“No.” The biker stepped over to me, crouching slightly to rest a hand on my knee. “It’s stupid of you to think that everyone will just fall over and let that happen. You can bet there will be resistances. Hell, if we hadn’t met, I’d probably be one of the freedom fighters that’ll fight tooth and nail to maintain our humanity.” He winked at me, sending my heart aflutter. “Good thing we met then, huh?”

“… I guess…”

Finn stood and patted my shoulder. “You’re right, Duke. You can’t give up. You’ve got to keep fighting. But you also can’t lump everyone together and assume we’re all made of the same shit. People will surprise you. Believe in people and believe in yourself.” He took a few steps away from me which seemed counterintuitive to his claims he wanted to be turned and gain superpowers. “Maybe instead of looking at this as turning people into beasts, think of it as making superheroes. Everyone you’ve changed is bigger and stronger than any human and has powers. Admittedly sexualized powers but still powers. Don’t think of it as corrupting them. Think of it as… as…”

He trained off for a second as he struggled to find some way to spin my turning men gay and furry into something good. I told myself I’d give him five second and if he couldn’t come up with anything I’d just laugh it off.

Finn snapped his fingers.

“Think of it as you elevating a minority in society into the spotlight as well as casting them in a positive light.”

Damnit. I was really rooting for him.

“You mean gay furry men?” I asked bluntly, me eyes half-closed in exasperation. “How exactly is me turning people into what has got to be one of the most degrading stereotypes for furries ‘elevating a minority’?”

He grinned brightly, unperturbed by my sarcasm. “Like I said, it’s not on you to dictate how people use their powers but if you think about it, that Sheriff from Grimmwood is going to be using his abilities to make the town more harmonious, right? More productive? The guys in the forest are going to use their powers to protect wildlife. I can’t say much about the Wallies but you’re giving everyone the chance to see that gay, furry men are be protectors and amazing contributors to society! Think of it! With muscles like those, they could be the literal workhorse of industry!”

I threw my head back and let out a laugh. The positivity was stretching reality a little but I appreciated the sentiment nevertheless.

“You get what I’m saying, right?” he insisted, smiling broadly. “You’re not starting an infection, Duke. You’re giving everyone a chance to be better. It’s up to them to take that chance.”

I… I liked that. I really did. The contrast to Wally just proved that not everyone I gave this gift to would necessarily take it positively but at the same time, what they did with their powers was not on me. While my curse triggered their initial transformation, they stuck around and accepted it, wanting more. I didn’t have to look much further than Raph who, despite the risks, remained by my side.

Maybe that was what I needed. I needed a change of perspective. Wally wasn’t completely wrong. I could embrace my gift but instead of using it as some corruptive force that would change every man in the world into a sex-crazed lunatic that was living embodiment of my wildest kinks drawn from my indecision to find a singular form of arousal, it was a liberating outlet for gay men out there. A way for men, whether they be gay, straight or even just curious, to explore themselves and use their newfound abilities and forms in a tempered way.

I just had to take Wally as an example. He was repressed so much that he exploded when he was given an outlet. How many other people were out there that had their greatest desires forced into a deep, dark, dank closet because society said that they were deviants? If I gave them a controlled outlet, maybe the world would be better for it.

Suddenly… I wasn’t scared anymore and the weight of my curse felt lighter.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” laughed Finn, hiking a thumb over his shoulder. “I need to piss really bad. Been holding it in this entire time. After that, let’s fuck.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Finn rushed into the bathroom and shut the door.

I look down to Anodyne and smiled down at my construct.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“You’re most welcome. It seems you’re gaining some control over your curse.”

“And some new insight.” I rubbed him affectionately. Wasn’t sure if he could actually feel my gentle caress but I’m sure he appreciated the sentiment. “I think I needed this.”

“How so?”

I turned to look over my shoulder at the morning light streaming through the closed blinds.

“Old saying. It’s only in the deepest dark that the brightest light shines.” I turned to the bathroom where I could hear the heavy stream of Finn’s piss hitting the bowl. My rating of this place plummeted to five out of ten. “I needed to feel the crushing weight of hopelessness to genuinely feel the light of hope and introspection.”

“I will admit to you now, former clients who have taken to accepting their curse and using it for either their own benefit or the betterment of others genuinely live long enough to die of old age.”

I glanced down at him, my brow furrowing. “I thought you said no one ever broke the curse.”

“Correct. They never broke the curse. They just learned to live with it.”

And there it was. The hope I genuinely needed.

Grinning broadly, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I held it for a few moments longer and as I did so, I lowered what defenses I had erected around my curse. All at once, the floodgates burst open and my dick was immediately erect. My legs were carrying me to the bathroom which Finn had foolishly left unlocked.

Or maybe it was on purpose.

Doesn’t matter.

I was going to fuck a biker.

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You know how, from an early age, guys learn that it’s generally a bad idea to go to the bathroom with an erect cock unless you’re planning to finish off? Yeah, well, even as a beast, that was no exception.

Now I’m not sure if it was my curse or not but what happened next was just far too coincidental not to be caused by some magical interference.

There I was, cocky as fuck with my dick erect. I filled up the entire hallway as I marched up to the door and found it slightly ajar, clearly unlocked. Finn had just finished flushing. This was the perfect time to see his dick and kick off another fantasy. My cock - the 16-inch monster that it was - acted like a dowsing rod and led the way. I didn’t even have to push the door open with my paws because my cock alone was enough to open the way forwards.

Finn was just shaking off the last bits of urine from his cock and my sudden entrance shocked him so much that he immediately turned towards me. Remember, this was a relatively small motel room and the bathroom just barely had enough room for a toilet, sink and bathtub/shower combo. So when I came bursting in, my cock leading the way, I basically cornered Finn up against the toilet. There was no where to move.

And my cock pressed up against his.

“Duke, what the -!?”

He didn’t quite get to finish because at that very moment, the heat from my dick - and the influence of my curse - pressed up against his cock and immediately caused it to grow erect. With little room to move, his dick had nowhere else to go but…

… inside my own.

Both of us immediately went rigid as his impressively thick five-inch member grew erect and kissed the tip of my lupine member. Precum oozed out of my cock and lathered all over his. The irresistible gravity of the curse drew us closer to one another. Before either of us could fully register what the other was doing, he thrust his hips forward and the first inch of his cock pushed open my piss-slit and snaked its way inside.

Immense pleasure exploded from the tip of my member, a sense of being filled that I had never felt before. My legs actually buckled out from underneath me and I was sent tumbling to me knees. This worked out for the better because now my erection was at a comfortable hip-level to his. My fall triggered his ‘superhero instincts’ as he’d call them later and he immediately reached forward to catch me - never mind the size and weight difference or the fact that our dicks were locked into each other. The result was that all five inches of his member lipped into my cock like a bizarre Chinese finger trap.

“Ah! Urgh…” he moaned.

“Oooooh…” I groaned, my tongue falling out from the side of my muzzle. “Fuuuuck…”

Finn was still a little stunned by what had happened but there was no denying he was enjoying feeling the tight, hot meat of my cock wrapping around his member while gooey drops of my precum poured down his legs.

“D - Duke…” he gasped, pulling away. “I…”

About an inch or two of his member pulled out of my cock, drawing streaks of lightning-like ecstasy to shoot through my body. I immediately grabbed his waist and pulled him back into me. He arched his back, gasping as he once again hilted into me. I could feel every convulsion in his body, every spasm of his cock and every rapid heartbeat. His precum melded with my own even as the ocean of mine overtook his.

“Don’t stop…” I gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck me like one of your bitches.”

With shaky hands, he reached down and gripped my arm-sized meat in both of his hairy hands. He grit his teeth together, pulling out as far as he dared before thrusting back in tentatively, slowly as if testing the waters. We both moaned, our voices joining and rising higher and higher with every inch that he penetrated me with. This was so much more different than anything I had ever felt.

I had been fucked so many times before. Being with the others that had turned me was as a mix of anal or oral but this… This was something else. There was something… primal about having another man insert his cock into mine. A sort of instinctive communication that transcended language. I could feel his need. His desire and the instinctive need to spread his genes.

There was still some hesitation, though. This was the first time either of us had dick-fucked and, quite frankly, as many times as I had fantasized about this kind of scenario, none of the stories, images or animations could have ever drawn a close approximate sensation.

On a most basic level, every time he pulled out it was like that glorious burst of pressure being released as you ejaculated. Then ever time he pushed into my dick, I could feel his manliness, his essence, the beefy biker that made up Finley March, pour into me, mixing in with my cum and becoming part of me. He was filling me in ways no other man ever had before.

His thrusts became more rhythmic, following a pattern that quickly evolved into a steady staccato of grunts and hip-movements. It helped that with every gyration, his hands moved up and down my cock, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm. As he let more and more of himself go, his member began sliding out of my cock entirely. I kept a hold of his hips so that his aim remained true and he entered me again and again with frightening precision.

That’s the curse for you. I’m sure without it, we would’ve been missing more often than not. But that wasn’t the only thing the curse influenced. Every time he thrust into me, I could feel him penetrating me deeper and deeper. Seeing as my cock was hard as diamond, there was only one conclusion; he was growing bigger.

A growl left me throat. Through eyes blurred by lust, I could see his cock slipping out of me, now a beastly seven-inches before it disappeared into my manhood to be dipped in my beastly juices and carry more of the curse into him.

What really did it for me was when I started hearing leather and denim stretch.

Finn grunted loudly, his moans continuing beyond even the rhythm of his thrusts. The black leather jacket around his shoulders began straining around the shoulders. The doughy chest started showing lines and contours of pectorals; his saggy moobs rising up to become firmer, squared platers that began sucking up the mass from his belly to fill their widening mountains. The grip he had on my cock grew stronger, his fingers stretching around my meat while his arms stretched forward to compensate for his ballooning shoulders. There was a bit of shifting and gurgling in his shoulders as his muscles began converting fat into mass. It only took a few seconds before the hems of his jacket began sneaking up his forearms, getting stuck about a quarter of the way up as the mass there began to inflate and prevent any further progress.

The already impressive traps rose up, forcing him to shrug a little as the collars of his jacket were spread further open to give room the rising mounds. He would never be able to close his jacket ever again. The belly that protruded from his body bubbled away, the faintest outlines of abdominal muscles showing through his graphic shirt. A faint tearing noise erupted from his legs. The hems of his denim pants split ever so slightly, not enough to totally destroy them but just enough for me to see the bits of hairy flesh beneath.

Finn snorted loudly, like a real bull as he threw his head back, teeth clenched and arching his back. A strange gurgling noise rose from his throat as his thrusts grew more and more feverish, his balls slapping the underside of my cock like twin wrecking balls. He was signaling that he would soon cum. I was far from the verge but I also knew that I wasn’t I control of when I would ejaculate.

The curse would and… And I was okay with that.

“Oh shit…” Finn gasped, clutching my cock tightly. “Oh fuck me!”

Cum came bubbling up from my balls, barreling up my dick and bursting out of the tip. Finn slammed his cock into my slit at the same time and I felt his modest load pour into mine - hot like molten metal - before it was completely overwhelmed by my own ejaculate. My cum shot out and sprayed out in all directions like a sprinkler. Finn instinctively puled away which was a mistake as my second load came flooding out and splashing his entire chest. He staggered back, stumbling against the toilet seat. He manged to catch himself for all of a second before my third shot erupted and slammed him right down into a seated position against the toilet. There, he resigned himself to being in the firing line as I fired off shot after shot of cum, coating him entirely in my cum over and over again like he was part of a Jackson Pollock performance piece.

I thrust over and over again, launching my hips into the air as I deposited the last of my seed onto him, christening him into the brotherhood of my curse as I had promised back at the overpass.

The stress and uncertainty of the last few hours came rushing out of me, leaving my body in a milky-white stream that left me feeling lighter and relieved. That wasn’t just post-nut-clarity either. I genuinely felt more resolved and like I had a clearer path forward now. And it was all thanks to the man who was covered in so much cum that he could have melded in with the porcelain of the toilet he sat on.

I don’t know how long we sat there gasping and wheezing to catch our breath but it was long enough that most of the cum that had covered him had started to drip off onto the bathroom floor.

“I’m… I’m going… to need a new jacket,” he huffed.

I don’t know why but I found that extremely funny. I began laughing. My laughter was infectious and he joined in. Suddenly, we were roaring in laughter. Maybe it was a bit of delirium from having just cum but I got up, leaned towards Finn and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss on the lips.

“Sorry,” I breathed, giggling a little as his cum-covered beard tickled my fur. “I know you’re straight but…”

“But nothing,” he laughed, pulling me close and giving me another kiss. “I’ve never fucked another guy’s dick before. That was amazing. And technically our balls didn’t touch.”

I rolled my eyes at him and gave him a light slap on the side of the head. “Why don’t you shower or something? Do you have a spare set of clothes?”

He did and thankfully, he came prepared with a laundry bag. So he stripped down, finally showing off his hairy ass and thick, hirsute body that was now tainted by my curse. Though still soft looking, he added maybe half-a-foot to his height, putting him at about six feet tall and with the faintest whispers of muscles showing throughout his body. He was particularly proud of his chest which, he commented, he hadn’t had pecs since he was in high school. As he took a shower, I took his stained clothes out to the common area where I stuffed them into a laundry bag and took out some fresh clothes for him. I was surprised that he had a spare leather jacket but it was unmarked. Maybe for civilian use so that he wasn’t alway associated with his biker gang.

The roar of a truck cut through sound of running water. Raph’s big, red truck rolled up to the parking lot. I immediately rushed to the door, pulled it open and waved at the driver. Raph’s eyes went wide and he gave me a thumbs up indicating he had seen me. I ducked back behind the door and waited for the trucker to park his rig. A few minutes later, he was knocking on the door and I let him in.

“Where were you?” Raph gasped. “I was so worried! I looked up and down the road and even went back to the Wallies.” He shivered a little. “Had to fight off being turned by them.”

“Sorry,” I said, seating myself down on the bed. “I sort of had an… existential crisis.”

So gave him the briefing of what happened. He listened in silence as I went over my surrender to my fate, meeting Finn and then being brought back from the brink by the same biker that I had just dick-fucked a few minutes ago. Raph was mysteriously quiet even as Finn emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh… You must be Raphael,” greeted the biker. “I’m Finley March.”

“So I’ve heard,” rumbled the trucker with a suspiciously guarded tone. His demeanor was… alien to me. As far as I’d known Raph, he was always so easy-going and collected. His cold greeting was uncharacteristic of him. “Gracias. You really helped us here. I can take it from here.” He gestured towards me. “Come on, Duke. Let’s get you back in the truck and let’s leave.”

“Leave?” I repeated. “Why?”

For a second, Raph hesitated. “I’m already late in my delivery. A day late. My employers won’t really like that. I gave them an excuse but they’re expecting me today.”

That was true. An eight-hour trip had effectively turned into a two-day-trip. That wouldn’t look good on Raph’s record. I immediately felt miserable but there was still one thing that I had to do here.

“We can’t leave yet,” I said. “I still need to finish changing Finn.”

Raph’s brown eyes darted up to the biker who sheepishly waved. “I suppose if we want to turn you back into a human, we need to do that, don’t we?”

My eyes lit up as did my eyebrows. “Does that mean you’ll…?”

His features softened and he smiled at me from beneath his curly beard. “Look, I knew the risks, Duke. Dee told me everything. I saw it for myself. If I need to be turned into a beast to make sure you get back to your family and find a way to break this curse, then I’m willing to do what it takes.”

For some reason, I felt that Raph wasn’t telling me the entire truth. A little bit of that self-destructive and defeatist tone that I had embodied a few hours ago was coming through in his tone.

I glanced over to Finn. “Hey Finn, you mind if we come back to you? You know our room, right?”

“104, right?” Finn asked. When I confirmed, he said, “Sure. Let me get cleaned up. Maybe get my stuff in a laundromat. I’ll be back in an hour or so. You two take all the time you need.”

“Thanks.”

Raph checked to make sure no one was watching before he signaled it was clear. I emerged from the second floor of the motel and was about to go rushing down the stairs when a stroke of inspiration hit me. I took a few steps back and then vaulted over the railings, dropping down the two storeys to the dusty ground floor. Raph flinched when I landed on the ground with a loud thud but little more than a pause.

“Duke! Why!?” he declared.

I straightened and rolled me shoulders confidently. “I’m embracing what it means to be a beast and to have this curse, Raph. I might as well get used to my bestial form especially if everyone else has to live with their own.”

We quickly entered out shared motel room, Raph locking the door behind him. I wandered over to my bed and sat down, quickly sorting through my thoughts. After a moment, the trucker and fellow furry sat on the opposite bed, facing me.

“I was really worried about you, you know,” he said. “If something happened to you, I would’ve let Dee down and everyone in Grimmwood…” He shook his head, gritting through his teeth. “I mean… goddamnit, Duke. I searched all night for you! I was scared I’d learn about you being carted off by the government or being locked up in the zoo or something!”

I smiled at his genuine concern. “I really appreciate that, Raph. I really do. But I think I needed some time alone.”

“Didn’t seem like you were that alone,” came the bitter response.

Was he jealous of Finn? Was dick-fucking his kink?

“Finn saved me from myself,” I admitted. “Up until that point, I had completely given up. I resigned myself to being the dark herald of the furry apocalypse.” Straightening myself, puffing out my chest and lowering my voice to add a bit more drama, I announced that, “I would be the harbinger of the end as every man in the world would inevitably be turned gay, furry and bestial like me. The end of the human race would not end with a bang but a joint cry of orgasm as every man fucked one another in a gigantic orgy followed by the immediate regret that followed from the realization that my choice would end our species.”

Raph pulled away, giving me this worried look. “That’s… dark. Poetic. But dark.”

“That’s where my head was,” I confessed. “Then Finn told me he wanted to be a superhero.”

The trucker let out a thoughtful, ‘huh’. “I guess apart from joining the military, fire department or police force, being a biker is the next best thing to really being considered a hero.” He ruffled his curly, dark-brown hair. “Then again, both the military and police have become heavily politicized these days and firefighting does come with it’s risks so… yeah. Biker gang is probably the optimal choice.”

I tilted my head at him. “So you know that biker gangs aren’t the roving band of bandits the media makes them out to be?”

“Of course. I have a mind outside of mainstream media, after all.”

Am I seriously the only one that still had that dated view of bikers? I blame porn.

“Finn taught me that what I do with my powers is my choice and what other people do with the gift I give them is theirs. It doesn’t mean I’m completely absolved of responsibility but it also means I shouldn’t be beating myself up over things outside of my control.” I straightened again, squaring my shoulders. “I’ve been thinking… Since all of this began, I’ve been obsessed with reversing the curse and going back to my old life. But just like when someone becomes a superhero, they have a choice of either hiding their powers from the world or using it to help people. What if… what if this is my superhero origin story?”

Raph opened his mouth to say something and then shut it immediately, closing his eyes for a second as he collected his thoughts. “Your superhero origin story is that you got drunk one night, screwed up a ritual and subsequently cursed yourself to make everyone else relive your fantasies?”

“Better than my parents getting shot in an alleyway and instead of going to a therapist to deal with my trauma, using my vast wealth inherited from their deaths to disguise myself as a bat and punch criminals to give my life purpose.”

He gave me a sour look. “God, I know right? I mean, wouldn’t it be much better to use that wealth to systematically upend the rampant poverty or inequality in the city instead of just throwing people into already overcrowded jails? Make it so that people won’t have a reason to actually steal, kill or have any reason to commit a crime.”

“Or better to just move to another city,” I said with a shrug. “But that’s besides the point. Finn asked me a question I had never thought about before; what if instead of fighting the curse, I use it to my advantage?”

“So what does that mean?” he asked me.

Good question. At that point, my resolve had to be fully formulated into articulate words. Being put on the spot, I said, “It means that there’s no urgent need for me to turn back into a human. Unless there is some urgent need.” I looked at him directly in the eye. “Is there an urgent need, Raph?”

He let out a short laugh. “No. It’s always been your choice. I’m genuinely happy that you’ve come to this conclusion.”

I didn’t believe him. There was a reason why was looking after me so closely and why he was so worried for a near-complete stranger. Maybe Dee was really relying on him and he had that sort of paternal bond with the sheriff much like Colin and Gunner? Disappointing Dee was like cutting off a limb? Or maybe he wanted to feel needed? Was his sense of self-worth dependent on me completing my mission?

Was it something else?

But I couldn’t force it out of him.

“Anyway,” he yawned, stretching. “I’m really tired. I’m going to lie down for a bit. When your friend comes back, maybe we can order our something to eat. I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Come to think of it, I hadn’t either and after having just cum out gallons, I was hungry. That would have to wait, however, as I lay in the bed, crossed my arms behind my head and let my mind wander. The past few hours had been a whirlwind of activity and though by rights, my mind should be exhausted from all the mental gymnastics it had to endure, I was surprisingly still full of energy.

Rest was far from my mind and Anodyne sensed that.

“You know, I’m starting to wonder if you are cursed at all.”

I turned to my side and mumbled into my pillow. “Why’s that?”

“You don’t remember at all what you said during the Ritual and you said so yourself that you’re afraid the reason you were ‘cursed’ in the first place is that you were incapable of giving voice to a single desire. But what if that isn’t the case? What if you didn’t say anything when the Ritual demanded you utter your deepest desire or you said something that alluded to your myriad of desires and that’s exactly what you got?”

I frowned a little but didn’t answer. Some dots were starting to connect and I could vaguely see the destination to Anodyne’s train of thought but couldn’t quite make it out just yet.

“What if your constant reversions into a human are all part of your true desire?”

As in I always wanted the option to go back to being human… or maybe reverting back into a human was my way of ‘resetting’ my fantasies. I keep starting from square one, so to speak, and get to dip my toe in something new.

“You also mentioned that sometimes, you don’t like being in control. I saw this with what happened with Diesel.”

The curse’s near sentience played directly into that theory.

It was starting to fit.

“So what if you actually got your wish?”

It just so happens that the powers that my wish gave me was chaotic and sort of out of my control. But there was a problem with that.

“Don’t you only get assigned to people that are cursed?” I asked.

“Ah… that’s correct. You would not have a construct like me otherwise. Apologies. I was merely thinking aloud.”

But it reinforced a point that Finn had already raised. Why fight my curse? Why not use it as a tool for good instead of constantly trying to wrestle against it. How many superheroes out there were ‘cursed’ with something that would otherwise be debilitating that they end up using for the betterment of mankind? I’m basically thinking of the Incredible Hulk here except instead of turning into a monster when I’m angry, I become a beast when I’m horny. In many continuities, doesn’t Bruce Banner eventually get control of the Hulk? Like they fuse or something?

What if that was my destiny?

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Raph snorted away. I hadn’t even noticed that he was snoring. Finn was at the door, holding a package kept in a nondescript brown bag. When I checked the time, it was well-past noon. He had been gone for hours and I had been lost in my thought or maybe asleep for about as much. I opened the door for him and welcomed him inside.

“Whatcha got there?” I asked.

“I think you’ll like it,” he said with a wink. “I had to get it in a couple of sizes because I wasn’t sure exactly what would fit you but…”

He unwrapped the package and held out the biggest piece of cloth that I had ever seen. I could have easily been a towel but its fabric was too thin and silky. Deep blue to match my fur, it was oddly shaped. Almost like a ‘T’ shape with the vertical part of the ‘T’ having the words ‘Beast Mode’ drawn on it in ragged, vicious red and orange letters.

It took me a second to recognize what it was.

“Is this a fundoshi!?” I exclaimed.

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“Yup,” chuckled Finn. “It’s why I took so long. I know this town not too far away that has a booming Japanese population. I grabbed their biggest sizes to see what would fit.” He gave me that heart-fluttering wink again. “I figured if you were going to go around as a beastly superhero, you might want to show some modesty before you ‘unsheath’ your sword.”

I gave him a hug and immediately went to try it on. Thankfully there were instructions on exactly how to equip it. It might surprise you that the biggest of them - which was meant for sumo wrestlers - was actually too big for me. I had to go one size down. Though it left nothing to the imagination, it nonetheless gave me a modicum of modesty. I stepped back out from the bathroom, paws to my waist to show the two men of the road my new gear.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“It suits you,” Raph said, smiling brightly. He seemed to have gotten out of his funk. “We’ve just ordered some food. Should be here soon.”

“Hope you like sushi!” Finn exclaimed. “Just to fit the occasion, you know?”

I had to hide in the bathroom for a few minutes when the food arrived. Two whole sushi platters had been ordered as well as some other hand rolls. To say that my stomach was begging for food is an understatement. I absolutely destroyed my helping.

During the course of the meal, Raph and Finn seemed to vibe. They both shared their many journeys across the country and all their pet peeves about traveling long distances. Finn surprisingly hated it when he saw people of motorcycles popping wheelies. Apparently, that was hell on your tires and even worse on your suspension. Maintaining a bike was incredibly expensive, after all. Raph mentioned he hated it when people would beckon him to honk his horn and, being a gay man, absolutely cringed when women would flash their boobs at him just to make the noise. Apparently, that was still a thing in this age where bikers were not roguish renegades and were actually epitomes of vigilante justice.

Little surprise that by the end of it, the two had connected on social media.

“Don’t you have a delivery to make?” Finn asked.

Raph waved away the comment. “Nah. That was just me being overprotective of Duke. I’ve got a few days to make the delivery.” A coy grin crossed his features, his pearly-white teeth showing through the dark curtain of his curly beard. “You know how most of those delivery timelines you get give you a date range? It’s because of ‘distractions’ like these.”

“Seriously?” we both asked incredulously.

“Sort of,” Raph responded with a dismissive shrug. “There’s stuff that gets in the way of deliveries especially if we have to go through major cities. Traffic, weather and sometimes even a jackass that crashes on the freeways gets us stuck. There’s sometimes also processing in depots in hub cities. You may not know it but transporting some stuff, especially internationally could be carried by truck, train, boat or plane.” He ticked off the different methods with his fingers. “There could be a delay in any of those ports. That’s why you get a general range.”

“So we’ve got a it of leeway,” I breathed, sighing in relief.

“Yes,” he said with a hint of smugness in his voice. “You can probably spend another day here to fuck Finn.”

“Hey!” I cried.

“Whoa!” Finn cried, flinging his hands into the air.

“Sorry, sorry,” Raph laughed. “I was going for the alliteration there.” When Finn gave him a confused look he explained what alliterations were. That sent them on another tangent on how such writing techniques were used everywhere in comics. The most egregious example was Marvel.

“Peter Parker,” Finn pointed out. “Bruce Banner. Reed Richards. Fuck! There’s so many of them! I never realized they basically abused that!”

“It makes it easier to remember,” replied Raph. “When you think about it, that’s kind of why DC Comics are better. It’s a little bit more realistic.”

I saw the spark erupt in Finn’s eyes and I realized the situation that I had just found myself in. Suddenly, there was a war between which was better - DC or Marvel. I should have realized that my dear chaperone, Raphael Rojas was big comic book nerd. He spent most of his time writing fantastical stories about furry men in romantic relationships, after all. For Finn, it was a no-brainer. He wanted to be a superhero. What was the most popular media where superheroes were more prevalent? Comic books.

“DC has far more down-to-earth, gritty stories that’s unafraid of showing the dark side of humanity and has complicated, nuanced characters!” Raph barked. “Marvel are one-dimensional caricatures of who are basically cookie-cutter examples of the same hero archetype; ‘average’, white person granted a special gift that chooses to use their powers to save people.”

“Marvel superheroes are flawed,” snapped Finn. “They lose. Unlike DC heroes who always pull some bullshit out of their ass and win. I’m looking at the ‘shark repellant spray’, Batman.”

Unfortunately, while I grew out of my spandex fantasies fairly early on in my sexual maturity, superheroes were still fodder for my depraved mind. My desires had shifted to see such paragons of justice and purity turned into slavering, sexual beasts. Just image Superman turned into Superwolfman or Batman transform into an unstoppable juggernaut of manly muscle and virility while he fucked Nightwing because you knew they had that kind of relationship at one point - at least they did in my headcanon.

“Marvel stories are stale rehashes of the same thing!” continued Raph, waving his arms wildly. “That’s why Marvel movies are so terrible these days! After Thanos died, everything is just basically exactly the same story over and over again!”

“At least Marvel had a successful cinematic universe. What happened to the Justice League, huh?”

“It’s quantity versus quality. DC movies just are too complicate for the average audience to get. Their superheroes are just too human and all the audience wants are these fantastical beings that are as close to gods as possible.”

“You’re basically a Marvel superhero already, Raphael Rojas.”

Raph jumped to his feet. “Oh that’s it! Bring it on, March!”

Finn was threw aside the small table that had been placed so we could eat our meals. Thankfully everything was empty save for a few flecks of rice that had gone unnoticed. And some soy sauce.

“Bring it on, ‘Latin Werewolf!’”

I watched them both, my eyebrows lifted. I knew exactly how to diffuse the situation but I almost didn’t want to. But it was an opportunity that was just too good to pass up.

“Now kiss.”

Both of their anger and fury faded and they looked at me simultaneously. The dumbfounded looks on their faces was priceless. If I had a phone, I would’ve taken a picture there and then and saved it as my lock screen with the caption ‘Two dumbasses don’t know they’re in love <heart-eye emoji><eggplant emoji>’

Seriously, they would make such a cute couple.

I held up my paws, forming L’s with my thumbs and forefingers pretending to size them up for a photo. “I can just see it now. The Latin Werewolf and his rival/finance the Biker Bronco. Two star-crossed lovers who are rivals when they have their masks on but fuck like animals when everything comes off. There’s totally a story in there.”

It was cute watching them both blush.

Raph coughed loudly and was the first to turn away, his eyes wide and his expression priceless. He actually tried to hide his blush and his eyes by tipping his cap down over his face.

“You shut up,” huffed Finn, turning away with his arms folded.

“Come on,” I cooed. “You two would be great together. You’re both on the road. You both like superheroes. You’re both hunky bears and you’re both dangerously close to getting your own superpowers. Why fight it?”

Raph glanced in my direction, at least as far as he could glance at me from the corner of his vision. “Well… I’ll admit that I’ve never been against the idea of turning into a beast but…” He turned away again. “It’d be like I was fucking my little brother. It’s just… just weird.”

“Then maybe we should have Finn turn you?” I suggested. “For what it’s worth, his dick feels really good inside of mine.”

“How does that even work?” Finn exclaimed loudly. “Not the fucking your cock, I mean. I get that. But how am I supposed to complete the transformation?” He gestured at Raph and then himself. “Fuck! You’ve said it yourself. Sometimes people change at different rates. We don’t know how many times Wally turned his own dad into his dick before the guy became the ass that he really was.”

“That’s Marvel humor right there,” grunted Raph.

“Shut the fuck up,” spat Finn though he was clearly trying to fight his grin. “Seriously though. You’ve got maybe another day tops with me. Even if you change eventually, we’ve got a time limit. What will it take for me to transform fully?”

We were left dumbstruck by the question. My first instinct was just to tell him to let the curse take hold, to let things occur naturally but even then, I had to have sex with some guys at three times at most to convert them. Ranger and I didn’t even sleep with each other once before he transformed for the first time. What was the commonality? What was the trigger?

“Tell him he has to ask you turn him into a beast.”

I glanced at my tattoo in confusion.

“It’s the one thing that seems to complete each transformation. When you and Scott coupled and he transformed, he asked you turn him into a beast. Same with Barry. With Ranger, he only obtained full control after he asked the same. Even Wally said the exact words before he was transformed.”

I thought back.

And it hit him.

“Tell me you want to become a beast.”

Finn regarded my curiously. “Huh?”

“I think… I think that’s the final key. Tell me to turn you into a beast. Then you’ll be fully transformed.”

“Oh… Okay. Well…”

I held up my paw. “Hang on. Every time I transform, things become a mess.” I got up from where I was seated on one of the beds and began stroking my dick. “I was also pretty aroused at that point so… let me work this up.” I then glanced over at Raph. “You saw what happened with Wally. You may not want to be around for this one.”

The trucker shook his head. “If it’s all the same, I’d like to watch this time. For research purposes.”

Right. Research.

As my cock grew to full erection, I felt that itch of the curse scratching at the back of my mind. My hesitation gave way to confidence and I stuck out my tongue at Finn, teasing him. A sly wink here and I saw his dick stir in his pants. That inescapable gravity drew us together again and no matter what Finley March may have been before, he was now bisexual at the very least. His big, meaty hands found purchase around my dick and suddenly, he was stroking me to full mast while I allowed my arms to cross behind my head, flexing my pectorals and abs at him to show him just the kind of beast he could be.

“You want to be this big?” I taunted.

“Yes…” he whispered softly.

“You want a tool this huge?”

“Hell yes…”

“You wanna be this fucking powerful?”

“God yes!” he declared.

“Then tell me what you want!” I roared.

My cock reached its full length just as Finn shouted, “I want you to turn me into a beast!”

Just like that, the winds of a tornado erupted around us. The sheets were blown clear off the the mattress and the remnants of our lunch were flung from where they had been tossed to the floor. Raph backed away, shuffling into the small corridor that led to the bathroom which was the farthest he could get from the storm in the middle of the room. Both Finn and I were lifted off the ground, no shadow of a doubt in Finn’s eyes. The biker threw his arms back, letting the power course through him entirely and giving himself over to the transformation.

I did the same, letting the curse conduct my movements without fighting it.

This was what I wanted. This was my purpose.

I reached over and in one, smooth motion, unbuckled his belt and sent it sailing into the maelstrom around us. His pants were next to fall. The tent of his thick, seven-inch member throbbed in front of me, his precum staining his otherwise clean briefs. I peeled the final layer away, enjoying the smell of his arousal as it was wafted into my nostrils by the winds around us. I reached down for his cock. Anodyne glowed red and peeled off my arm, orbiting us as he always did.

One paw was on his dick and the other was against mine. Sensing Raph’s hungry eyes on us, I made sure to angle us in just the right way so that he could see exactly what was happening for his ‘research’. I pressed the tip of my big, black lupine cock against the slit of Finn’s cut member.

For a second, I paused.

Then I pushed.

“O - O - Oh!” Finn cried, his eyes snapping open. He didn’t look down. My precum poured into his cock, filling him, pumping my power into him and forcing him to arch his back as every fiber of his being was filled with the essence of the beast. I was barely half an inch into him but already the changes were taking hold. He gagged, convulsed and his jaw fell open as his throat was conflicted between letting out a scream or a cry of ecstasy.

I stroked his member, coaxing it consume my cock. With each motion, the flesh darkened. Even as it slowly began pushing forward, his member simultaneously grew hungrily to consume mine. The sensation was both alien and familiar but infinitely satisfying. My eyelids fluttered and I was overwhelmed by the sensation akin to fucking a particularly tight ass while also feeling the throbbing manliness of his dick growing around mine, pulling me into itself while pulsing with his heartbeat.

The mushroom-shaped glands swelled, growing wider and wider to compensate for the sheer girth of my own member. It inched forward along my cock even though his hips remained the same distance away from me - growing longer and longer with each of my thrusts. It was like I was trying to reach his balls with my dick but his cock would constantly move the goalposts, pushing me away. So another kind of war began; a war for dick territory. I would thrust and his cock would grow to push me away. All the while, his member would squeeze around mine and my precum would lubricate me entrance.

“Aaaaaaaaah!” he cried.

Finn reached up, grabbed the collar of his shirt and tore it clean down the middle. His chest swelled, ballooning outwards into two, huge, meaty plates that comically blocked his head away from my line of sight for a brief moment. The sound of leather stretching followed as the shoulders of Burning Broncos jacket split at the seams. Bowling-ball sized shoulders split the material completely off. Inflating traps repositioned his head, allowing it to summit the mountains of his pecotrals and pushing it a little forward so that he seemed to have a permanent hunch because of just how big they were. This positioned his gaze so that he could look up at me. He was maybe just a foot shorter than me now.

“I’m okay…” Finn panted. “I’m okay. Keep going.”

I had no intention of stopping but it was nice to be reaffirmed.

I pumped my cock into his and he chocked on his cries once again. His stomach heaved. Fat burned away, being consumed by a slab of emerging abdominals that formed a tremendous pillar of eight solid blocks that supported his pectorals. Widening lats peeled away what remained of the jacket and shirt on his back, sending them whipping off into the whirlwind around us.

Surprisingly, this left the fabric that was stuck around his arms, both leather and cloth clinging stubbornly to his arms. As if sensing this, Finn lifted both his arms and let out a tremendous roar, a cry that was more than human. Immediately, his biceps exploded; tearing through leather cleanly and revealing watermelon-sized muscles that could’ve crushed human heads between them. His triceps ripped whatever clothes remained on his upper arms. He unclenched his hands and then tightened them into fists for one more flex. Forearms ripped through the remainder of his clothes, ripping cleanly through them and leaving his entire upper body exposed.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” he roared.

Still I kept pumping my precum into him.

Now that his limbs were free, he reached down and grabbed our joined cocks. Without hesitation, he began thrusting. It was my turn to gasp. Every time his would thrust, his member would twitch and tighten, shooting a jet of warm precum up my shaft. That squeezed my own dick, causing me to shoot my own juices into him. And with each subsequent thrust, his member grew bigger, longer and thicker. The flesh grew bright pink from being stretched, sensitive to the touch with veins dancing all over its length. My toes curled as his member crossed over eight inches down my member while showing no signs of stopping.

It excited me that he hadn’t even begun the transformation into a true beast yet. He was just becoming superhuman.

“God! Oh. My. God!” he cried.

I pumped and pumped.

He thrust particularly hard and my cock spasmed inside of his. I could actually see him jump a little from the motion, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. A thick jet of my precum funneled into his member only to be immediately shot out a second later. That cum spirited away from my body, sliding away from my fur and swirling around in my paws. The pearly droplets transformed into bright, green orbs connected by a single, thing, silver string. The anklet danced away from my fingers, its hummingbird-like motions completely contrary to the hurricane surrounding us.

As it made its way towards his legs, his quads finally burst free of his pants. Shreds of denim splintered off into the winds, pushing him the last few inches to bring him to my height. Then his calves quickly followed, widening the lip of his heavy boots until the laces started coming undone of their own accord. His toes burst from the tip and the heavy leather was ripped away by the winds as his feet became bigger than anything that would ever be manufactured for public use.

More pumping. More and more.

Just in time as the jade anklet snapped onto his left ankle. With that accessory, the transformation truly began. His toes blackened, turning into diamond-hard nails. Black fur spread out from their base and quickly spread all over the back of his feet. Existing body hair - of which there was numerous - was quickly consumed by the silky, thin coating of black fur. It spread over his calves, highlighting the thick veins that fed the heart-shaped muscles before branching off into a myriad of tributaries over his thick, meaty calves where every muscle was so clearly defined that I was salivating just looking at them.

Finn let out another cry, arching his back. A short, whip-like tail ending in a flared tuft burst from the base of his spine, wagging and whipping around in the wind.

“Oh! Myoooooo! Goooooood!”

He only stopped fucking my cock for a second before he went right back at it, seemingly determined to take every inch of my lupine dick up to the knot in his enormous member. He was about three-quarters of the way there and already his balls had swollen to sizes comparable to my own. There was a sort of war occurring in his member as I kept shooting my precum into him while he was ejecting it alongside his own as fast as I was pouring it out. Both our juices were getting increasingly thicker and I could sense our orgasm rapidly approaching. I couldn’t imagine the physics of what our orgasm would look like.

All I could think about was pumping him. Pumping him full of my beast juice. Pumping him until he was swollen and a true beast. I pumped and he fucked. We would pull away simultaneously and thrust within a tenth of a second of one another, both of us pushing our limits. I wanted to touch his balls with my dick and he wanted to consume my cock in his.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards me. Our lips met in a juicy kiss. We were close enough for that to happen. We were almost there.

And still I kept pumping.

For the second time a jet of thick precum erupted from his cock and spilled over onto my side. This time, the goo shot upwards, trailing up my abs, crawling my shoulders and following the trail of my veins down his arms. It collected at his right wrist where it immediately transformed into a brown wrist band inlaid with the images of bull heads. The moment it latched on, black fur spread from it. His already meat hands expanded. His thumbs and fingers could finally wrap around both our cocks even though his member was like a fleshy, pulsing, sensitive condom around mine. Fingernails blackened and hardened much like his toenails while that same black fur spread all the way up his arms, over his shoulders and began consuming his chest.

There, they surprisingly started slowing down. I pumped harder and faster, breaking our rhythm as I egged on the transformation in some vain belief that by doing so, I would complete his change faster. That was not the case.

“Fooooooooooooook!” he moaned.

Another jet of cum and this time, it splashed upwards like wave all over my chest. The liquid collected around my nipples, reminding me of my own nipple ring. Then, they launched across the gap between our chests like two, silvery, liquid spears. They injected themselves into his taut nipples, making him scream in pleasure and throwing his head back in the process. The liquid transformed into two, golden bar piercings designed like bull skulls with the bar connecting between the horns of the bulls. The instant they latched on, black fur burst from his areolas and completed the coverage of his chest, spreading down towards his ripped abdominals and joining with the fur that had stopped at his waist.

Without warning, his head came crashing back down and our foreheads slammed into one another. I was left dazed by the sudden impact but the curse took over. I pumped even harder than before until I felt the ‘lip’ of his cock pressing against my swollen knot. We were one. We were complete. I let out a cry, heralding just how close I was to cumming. The thickest jet of precum came out of my cock at that point.

Through the stars of my dizziness, I saw three droplets of our combined juices forming three golden rings that quickly attached themselves to his left ear. My vision cleared in time to see his ears lengthen into long, leaf-like digits covered in black fur. His face elongated, a long, supple and flexible tongue leading the way where it snaked its way into my muzzle and went spelunking for my tonsils. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer and angling my head in such a way that as this bull’s horns began to emerge, they would in no way harm me and my own horns would not puncture his flesh.

He moaned though it was closer to a ‘moo’ than any sound a human would make.

I thrust into him, my orgasm growing closer and closer. Even though his transformation was complete, I had yet to cum nor he. In fact, with the bridge of our overlapping dicks completed, he let go of our members and wrapped his meaty arms around my waist, pulling me closer and closer with each fevered thrust. Our pace accelerated, our thrusting making loud, wet slaps as he desperately tried to consume my knot. He couldn’t quite get over the first bulge, however, and I could feel his frustration and oncoming orgasm in his rising moans.

He shook.

I shuddered.

He pulled away, locking bright, silvery eyes with me as if begging me for a few more seconds before we both came.

But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Fuck!” I cried.

“Mooooooooo!” he moaned.

His grip around me tightened and I held onto his shoulders just as tightly. No way either of us would let the power of our ejaculation pull us apart. The twin jets of cum blasted from our groins, a wave of relief blasting out of me followed by an onset of pleasure that was beyond anything I had ever experiences. His cock tightened around mine, squeezing the cum out of me. I would shoot my seed into him then his dick would tighten, momentarily stalling the flow while he shot my cum out of his shaft followed by his own. Then he would relax, allowing the mounting pressure in my balls to relieve some of before the cycle began anew.

I would pump, he’d constrict and shot.

Pump, constrict, shoot.

Pump, constrict, shoot.

Over and over, I just kept pumping. Pumping and pumping.

I barely noticed as strength left my body and I certainly didn’t notice that I was visibly deflating.

I pumped and blue fur sank back into my flesh.

I pumped and my muscles deflated.

I pumped and I shrank back below six feet in height.

All my bestial features faded as my dick slipped out of his, squirting the last of my energy into him while he unleashed the last of his load and bathed my naked, human form in his bovine seed. The winds around us ebbed and we were lowered to the ground gently by the curse.

My vision blurred from exhaustion. I still managed to catch sight of Anodyne snaking through the air and sinking his fangs into Finn’s left arm, drawing a large, tribal tattoo all over his forearm before settling back into my arm.

The last, drifting thoughts I had was…

… I finally came on my own terms.

…

At least that was until I heard the loud, wet squishes of someone running across carpet soaked with male seed.

“Duke! Finn! Are you okay?” demanded Raph.

I groaned and rolled away from him. “Fine… just let me sleep.”

“But Duke… You’re human!”

All the weariness in my bones immediately vanished and my eyes snapped open. It took a few seconds for me to register those words. Would you believe it was actually the chill of the air conditioned room against my cum-covered, furless flesh that finally made that fact sink in?

I sat up, regarded my shrunken human hands. Finn was stunned. Raphael was equally stunned - though I didn’t fail to notice that his dick was out and dripping cum.

I was human.

“I’m… I’m human!” I declared, excitedly. I groggily got onto my feet. Raph caught me before I fell and I beamed at him. “I’m human again!”

His expression didn’t change from confusion.

The second realization hit me though I didn’t quite understand what it actually meant.

“Wait…” I mumbled. “I’m human again…”

I was human again… despite Raphael not only seeing me in my bestial form but physically being in the same room as me when I transformed Finn. In fact, there were at least nineteen other bikers that had seen me in my beast form that I had yet to transform.

And I was human.

“Oh fuck me...”