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X-Men: Outcasts Chapter 1: Animal Urges Written by Leo_Todrius and Kybal_Lutra

"Mutation. It is the bane to our civilization, an inescapable factor impacting every individual on the face of the planet. The potential lurks in unseen places, looking for any chance to break free. No change comes easy, and society may not be ready to embrace a future of boundless possibility."

Almost blisteringly bright sunlight showered down across the football field, drying out the grassy turf and causing the race track ringing the field to sizzle with trapped heat. It almost looked as if it was melting back into the rubber sneakers that had been recycled to make it in the first place. A harsh whistle cut through the air and in that instant, a dozen teenagers clad in metal and plastic rushed at each other, careening into one another in a display of institutional masculinity. It was something Ari both envied and detested.

Sitting on the bleachers in full exposure to the sun, Ari stuck out a bit from the other students. The gray PE tank top hung off of his narrow shoulders and thin arms. His icelandic heritage had already gifted him with rich blonde hair, now bleached even brighter by the Californian sun. Ari's pale blue eyes squeezed shut as he tried to distract himself from the heat on his pasty, undeveloped arms. When he couldn't take it any longer, he sprung to his feet, trying to slip down the bleachers as fast as possible. Another whistle cut through the air. "Hansen! Not jumping at the bit to give it a try rather than just watch, are you?" the coach shouted up. Ari blushed, adding even more red to his already burning skin.

"I have to go see the nurse, might be heat stroke." he muttered. The coach's upper lip twitched. He had a hard enough time putting up with students that couldn't understand wholesome American values like football, but the changing laws regarding student health had tied his hands in more than one area.

"Make it fast, Hansen." The coach muttered in defeat before blowing his whistle again to try and round up the team. Ari trotted down the bleachers as fast as his modest feet would take him, making a quick right turn to head back toward the school building. The only thing that gave him pause was a brief glimpse of the San Angeles Saints quarterback standing at the end of the field, spraying a bottle of water all over himself. Tiny droplets clung to his well tanned skin, dribbling down over the soft brown fuzz above his upper lip. Without even trying, it looked like he had a mustache.

Ari's eyes snapped back ahead of him, glaring down at the rubber track as he closed the distance between himself and the school. It was hard enough being the runt of his class. He was shorter, weaker, paler and smaller than all the other boys his age... and he was gay. It was a one way trip to disaster, he just hadn't let it run its course yet. The teenager hissed as his hands touched the burning hot metal of the door handle, but after the initial discomfort, he made it into the building. As the door swung shut, even the non air-conditioned interior of the school was a welcome respite to baking out under the harsh sunlight. Ari took a moment to exhale, feeling the heat radiating off of him, letting his sweat-slicked skin cool down a bit. He'd come in through the back door of the school, landing him in the foreign languages wing. He could make his way to the gym to collect his clothes and sneak out of PE early, or he could just hide out until class ended. Ari's timid instincts won out.

His sneakers padded their way down the dull brown floor as he moved towards the closest bathroom. While most of the school had been renovated in the hundred years since the building had been built, the southern bathroom had not. It was old, creaky, with milky windows and far too few stalls. Students avoided it generally, giving him some welcome privacy. Ari hesitated only a moment, spotting a few students wandering further down the hallway. One had unkempt sideburns, the other some stray fuzz on his chin. Once again Ari felt the heavy pang of envy in his stomach The old bathroom door creaked open as Ari stumbled in, sighing with relief. He moved over to the old ceramic sink and turned on the water, collecting some in his hands before splashing his face. He looked up, watching the water slip down his smooth cheeks and fall from his almost elfin pointed chin. Ari's shoulders slumped and he hung his head, listening to the water circle the drain before disappearing. He had to come to grips with the fact that he'd never be the kind of man he wanted to be, and he wouldn't attract them either. He was a runt, a left behind, an outcast.

The door swung open again, this time with enough force to slam into the garbage can tucked into the corner. Ari jumped a bit before turning, startled by the intrusion. Landon Wilson swaggered in through the doorway, looking directly at Ari as the door shut behind his massive, muscled body. The wrestling jock hadn't expected anyone else to be inside the older bathroom, let alone seeing Ari Hansen standing at one of the sinks looking back at him.

"Oh, it's you," Landon said awkwardly as he stepped closer to the sink next to Ari, his eyes flicked quickly downward to avoid the smaller boy's gaze. He reached and turned one of the knobs, letting the flow of cool water out from the faucet as he ran his hands underneath it. Landon raised his hands up to his neck and let the cool, refreshing water run over his skin, and he sighed in relief at the sensation.

Ari tried to suppress a blush. He'd seen several of Landon's matches. He was the undisputed MVP of the Saints wrestling team, and his torso had more muscle packed on than half the swim team. His 6'2'' frame had been nearly impossible to miss as he walked through the hallways or on the rare occasion he and Ari had been in the same class together. In addition to his massive body, Landon had a head of dark, luscious black hair and a full beard that would put anyone else's in the high school to shame. Ari cracked an uneasy smile as he wandered away toward the urinals.

"Hard day?" He asked, ashamed of how pathetic his interaction skills were. He unzipped his pants and fished out a half hard cock, knowing it provided yet another obstacle to a believable excuse as to why he was in the bathroom.

Landon reached and turned off the water, shaking his hands dry as he turned towards the urinals and walked over to stand right next to Ari. He'd never really spoken much to the other boy, but he'd seen him walking through the hallways and at some of his matches. There was something odd about him, the way he avoided other students but always seemed to be watching and waiting. Landon was never sure, but he'd had an inkling of a feeling that Ari and he might be more alike than he realized.

"Eh, not so much a hard day as it is a hot one." Landon finally spoke, his deep baritone breaking the silence in the small room. He unzipped his jeans and grabbed his large, flaccid cock out of his dark black jockstrap, letting the flow of urine he'd been holding back out and onto the white porcelain with a tinny ringing. He sighed again at the relief and gazed up at the wall as he continued to pee.

"So, I've uh...I've seen you at some of my matches right?" he asked lightly, his gaze now slightly turned towards Ari as their hips practically brushed up against one another. Ari was having a hard time staring straight ahead. He'd watched several of Landon's matches and had fantasized about him, but he'd never had a chance to look at his package - at least until now. Ari caught a glimpse of its length before he looked back forward, his own modest shaft hardening even more.

"Yeah, school spirit and all that. You're really good, the best wrestler we have for sure." Ari said, his voice practically squeaking. It was hard to keep a grip on the situation given the fact that Ari had even jacked off to Landon's picture in the yearbook a time or two. The large wrestler grinned at the compliment and quickly glanced down to Ari, catching a glimpse of his modest but nice looking cock. He'd never had a chance like this before, and his mind raced at the possibilities.

"Well--um. Thanks! That's nice to hear I've got a fan, especially one that's uh...pretty cute." he managed to say as the stream of urine slowly petered out. He shook his shaft a few times, getting out the last few drops as he felt a blush rising under his cheeks, the space in between the stall to his left and Ari to his right feeling impossibly small.

Ari stood there for a few moments, his jaw agape. He kept playing and replaying the statement in his mind, trying to make sure he had heard him right. He slowly turned, craning his head up to look at Landon's handsome, bearded face.

"C-Cute?" Ari asked for clarification, sure he had left reality behind. Landon turned his head fully towards Ari and locked eyes with him, positive that he would screw this up somehow. Slowly, he took a deep breath and let it out all at once, his fingers trembling slightly as he realized he was actually making a move on another guy for the very first time.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I've seen you looking at me just now. And in the locker room. And in the hallways." he said softly as he looked at the smaller boy next to him, "I--it's kind of flattering actually, especially being around every other straight jock in this school for so damn long. It's a nice change from having to make gay jokes to keep up appearances, or having to force myself to stop ogling other guys during my matches."

Ari's heart was racing a mile a minute. After years, his fantasies were becoming reality. The boundary between him and his school mates had shattered. He was standing in the moment with one of his idols, realizing he was gay. It was hard not to hyperventilate.

"H-How do you keep from... getting hard in your matches, rubbing against guys? I came a little... in my pants that first day you put your hair up into that top knot thing." Ari admitted bashfully. Landon laughed loudly at the question and smiled down at the smaller, much thinner boy next to him.

"Well that question has a funny answer, actually. I usually come in here and jerk off before a match, which is what I was planning on doing a few minutes ago, before I realized you were here." he said with a grin as he turned fully towards Ari, letting his thick, quickly swelling cock hang out in front of them both. "So we could um...take care of it right now. Together--only if you want to though!" The jock looked like he was almost trembling with apprehension and excitement at his own proposal, and he waited patiently for Ari's answer.

"F-Fuck... You mean it? Me? Really?" Ari asked, panting, forehead beading with sweat. His cock, however, had continued to harden as well, signalling his answer in a way no words could convey. Landon took a step towards him, and slowly brushed his large, meaty hands down Ari's sides, landing on his hips as their cocks brushed up against one another.

"Dude, you're like, the only other gay dude I know of at this school. And we're in the bathroom with each other, right now, with our cocks rubbing together." Landon said with a small amount of authority, "I think you know I really mean it at this point. And right now, I'd love for you to help me with my little problem. And I'd love to help out with yours."

"Trust me, it's no small problem..." Ari whispered. He felt drunk with the reality of the situation, barely able to think. What few brain cells still operated were already hashing out their future together. He'd show up to all of Landon's matches, wear his jersey, hold up signs... They'd make out in the back of Landon's first car, go camping together... Whether he was a secret boyfriend or publically declared, Ari didn't care... but all that fantasy was leaps ahead of where he was at the moment.

Without a trace of shame or personal decency, Ari slowly lowered himself down onto the hard tile floor, coming face to head with Landon's impressive meat. Ari's blue eyes gazed at the humongous shaft for a moment, appreciating its girth and its heft before he leaned forward. Ari's heart was beating like a hummingbird in his chest. His skin was burning hot, but he'd never wanted anything more than this in his entire life. Ari's lips pressed around the head of Landon's shaft, his tongue teasing the slit that had so recently been used. There was a tang to it, but that made it all the more exciting. Inch after inch, Ari's mouth slipped down Landon's rod as he drove himself forward, wanting to fill his mouth with as much of the length as he could.

"Haaaahh! Holy shit, dude!" Landon gasped out, bringing his hands up to Ari's head and tangling his fingers in the other boy's bleached blonde hair, "Have you ever done this before? You're incredible!" Landon felt the other boy's warm, wet tongue flick and swirl eagerly around his dick as he sucked lightly and continued to swallow more and more of him down his throat. He leaned his head back and reveled in the sensations he'd always dreamed about feeling, letting them wash over him again and again, each more wonderful and mind-blowing than the last.

The words made Ari's ears burn with pride and a grin formed around his eager lips, but he only sucked harder and faster, bobbing his head back and forth. Hearing those words from his idol? It was intoxicating. Perhaps his dreams were possible after all. Maybe he'd be the best boyfriend Landon ever dreamed of. Ari gave in to his instincts, working impossibly deep. Soon the wrestler's cock was bumping the back of his virgin throat, but no gag reflex came. Ari kept going, hungry for the experience.

Landon moaned out loudly, clenching and unclenching his fingers around Ari's hair as he started to thrust lightly into the mouth wrapped around his cock. He felt himself starting to lose control as he felt his ample balls begin to churn with an impending orgasm. Landon looked down at Ari as he worked over his cock, amazed at how talented and eager he was, especially for this only being his first time.

"Oh fuck! You're amazing, Ari, but can you slow down a bit? Just... slow down, dude. You're too good at this." Landon gasped out, not ready to cum just yet and wanting to enjoy the experience for as long as possible. Ari strained, trying to contain his urges. After a lifetime of wanting, craving, needing and fantasizing, it was hard not to dive in full bore. He slowed down the rate of his suckling, a hand sliding up Landon's groin. Fingers tangled in his dark black bush, feeling the curls under his skin as he breathed in the jock's masculine, musky scent.

The hunger was so tangible to Ari, he couldn't quash it. His rapid heart beat was pushing more and more blood into his cock, pushing it well past the biggest erection he had ever had before. He groaned around Landon's cock as his own stretched longer centimeter by centimeter, bloating out wider. His shaft quivered before a steady stream of clear pre began to leak out, dribbling down his shaft, falling onto the grout and tiles beneath both men.

Landon continued to gasp along with every bob of Ari's head onto his cock, and he couldn't help but thrust himself deep into that welcoming throat, feeling the slick passage clench and quiver around his throbbing rod. He was still close to cumming, but he was desperately trying to hold himself in check, keeping the pleasure going for as long as he could and letting Ari worm his magical tongue every which way over his cock.

"Ari--keep going... Ngggh! Don't you dare fucking stop, Ari!" Landon moaned out loudly as the boy beneath him continued his sexual onslaught. Ari practically hissed in delight, his teeth lightly tracing down the sensitive meat. For the first time in his life, he felt like he was where he needed to be. He was wanted, desired, an object of pleasure to another man. He had a real connection. Ari's eyes squeezed shut in bliss as his fingers raked down through Landon's bush, feeling unusually sharp against the tender flesh.

Landon's fingers had tangled perfectly in Ari's hair, giving him a tight and firm grip at first, but that grip was growing more and more lax. Ever so steadily, Ari's blond hair was extruding from his scalp, growing longer with each tug from his sexual partner. Landon felt the sharp edge of Ari's teeth again as they scraped ever so slightly harder against the delicate skin of his shaft, and the sensation drove him up against the wall in the best way, causing him to grab and pull more and more of Ari's thickening, lengthening hair in response. The jock was close to the end now, and Ari could sense it too, his mind filling with lust and need and instinct as he redoubled his efforts.

The experience was like a drug to Ari, butting his sense of perception. So much of the moment made no sense to him, but he wrote it off as confusion, being lost in the sex. His blond hair had once only been long enough to drop down to the base of his ears, but now the golden strands were spilling over his shoulders. His achingly hard, throbbing cock was slapping against his tightening stomach, the soft flesh firming as abs started to emerge. Even his tingling, burning hot ears had started to stretch, taking on slight points and the bottom of his spine had started to ache like it was cramping up.

Landon was too caught up in his own ecstasy to truly notice the changes happening to Ari's now much larger body. He rubbed his hands over the changing boy's head and tangled his fingers in his much longer, shaggier hair and moaned low as he felt Ari's warm, slick tongue wrap impossibly around his entire shaft as it practically milked the precum out of his tip.

Ari had gone from having confusing thoughts to having none at all. He felt his heart ready to explode with activity. He felt the blood coursing through each vein. He felt the throbbing meat in his mouth, offering the bounty of trapped masculinity... He felt as if he was awakening to his true potential, even though he wasn't fully aware of what that was. The once pale, skinny boy had grown taller, thicker, wider. His baggy tank top was cutting into new masses of muscle in his shoulders and chest.

In a few short minutes, the icelandic teenager had gone from pipsqueak to potential team mate for Landon. His thickening arms had sprouted with tough, wiry blond hair. His chest was getting a soft pelt as well, and in addition to the sharp fang like teeth grazing Landon's cock, each draw back of Ari's head brought the faint tickle of a curtain of blond hair growing out above his upper lip. Even Ari's saliva had changed, getting thick and slick, clinging to the wrestler's shaft.

Landon couldn't believe what Ari's mouth was doing to his throbbing meat, and his eyes had shut tight as he neared his orgasm. He thrusted back and forth into Ari's waiting maw, completely oblivious to the fact that the small boy who had started sucking him off was now as big as him. But all that mattered was the pleasure coursing through his body, and Landon was finally ready to explode. He huffed and moaned with Ari's bobbing and sucking and tonguing, grabbing fistfuls of his lover's hair and yanking harder and harder with each concussive thrust of his powerful hips.

The animal urges had overridden any sense of self Ari had, letting the mutating youth get lost in passionate abandon, but some sensations were too strange, too foreign for even him to ignore forever. He winced as the straps cutting into his shoulders reached critical strain and the fabric let out an audible tear. One gray strap snapped first, then the second, unleashing pounds of furry muscled shoulders. More fabric tore away as his shorts failed to contain his muscled ass, a new protrusion wriggling and pushing out from above the cheeks.

What had started as a mustache grew thicker, Ari's cheeks tingling before thick golden hair rapidly sprouted out across them. The hair dropped down to his jaw line, pushing out inch after inch into wild sideburns. Even his chest had thick golden fur that steadily tapered into more natural, but quite thick, body hair. Ari's fail frame had stretched over six feet and five inches tall, that height hidden by his kneeling position before Landon. His wild mane of blond hair hung halfway down his furry back, but there was one part that clearly hadn't finished growing.

Of all the parts on Ari's body, his man meat was the warmest. It radiated heat, pulsating with blood and vitality, throbbing in time with his heart beat. The flesh had surpassed any previous length, surging to an impressive twelve inches, but it was far from finished. The mushroom shaped tip began to stretch taller and taller, sacrificing its girth for length as it honed to a pointed tip. The flesh reddened further until it was a brilliant crimson shade, boasting curves both animalistic and feral. Even the base seemed puffier, bloating wider with the sexual energy trapped in the tiny bathroom.

As Ari's transformation reached it's peak, Landon neared his own, ready to let himself go to the incredible pleasure that his lover was giving him. He thrust harder and faster, trying his best to remain in sync with Ari's wild, almost inhuman rhythm and speed.

"I'm close, Ari! I'm about to cum!" he practically screamed as the pressure in his balls built up and up, quickly reaching the breaking point. Two huge, brown clawed hands grabbed onto Landon's ass, pulling him so tight that the Wrestler's hot, heavy balls popped into Ari's practically unhinged jaw as well, feeling the welcoming slather of a hot beastial tongue. Landon screamed out in completion, his balls tensing up and then releasing his hot seed into Ari's waiting maw, wave after wave of cum firing out from his flaring tip with more force than he'd ever experienced before.

The beast Ari had become gulped greedily at the semen pouring down his throat, as if it was the ambrosia of the gods. The musky, salty, primal flavor triggered something in Ari that he felt had been missing his entire life. As he chugged the seed down, the mutation in his body started cementing its final changes. The flaring, wriggling nub behind his ass exploded with a coating of golden and white fur. His well worn sneakers popped and snapped, tearing apart as massive clawed foot paws burst out of the tiny vessels, and Ari's sixteen inch canine phallus quivered before unleashing a hot, sticky torrent of feral yellow seed that showered up Landon's legs, sticking to him like thick glue.

Landon was overcome with pleasure unlike any he'd ever experienced before, and as he felt Ari's sticky, thick cum coating his legs he moaned lewdly, not caring if anyone heard him. Ari's hands were rubbing over his ass, toying with his hole as his orgasm finally started to taper off and the high of his sexual pleasure began to lessen. Ari was still sucking his cock even after his cum had stopped flowing, and his incredibly long, dextrous tongue was slathering all over his softening length, causing Landon to shudder and moan softly. Slowly, the jock let go of the thick mane of hair that had sprouted from Ari's head, and he took a deep, steadying breath to bring himself back to normal as he slowly cracked open his eyes.

After so long, that hunger inside Ari had been fed. Without opening his eyes, awareness started to return to him even in the afterglow of such an earth shattering orgasm - but it was not awareness of life as he knew it. His feet were bunched up between the urinal and the garbage can, his knees were splayed further apart, and even breathing felt heavier. Honey colored eyes slipped open, revealing that Ari had been forced to bend down to finish sucking off the wrestler's cock. As he pulled back, he felt his mustache drag along the soft man meat.

Ari stumbled backwards, trying to get to his feet. A thick, luxurious wolf-like tail knocked down the garbage can with a loud clang as claws scraped against and cut into the bathroom tile. Ari slammed against the wall behind him, panting in shock, catching sight of a beastly behemoth in the mirror. He wasn't human. He wasn't even anything remotely recognizable. In one heated act, Ari's body - and life - had changed forever.

The shock of seeing his new beastly form was quickly broken as his mind was rapidly flooded with new information from his now incredibly heightened senses.The drip of the sink, his ragged and massive breaths causing the air to swirl around the room, the faint light from the milky windows, it all attacked his mind in an onslaught he wasn't prepared for. Even Logan's body triggered ideas of heat, of musk, of sweat, of vitality. Ari could sense it all and his amber eyes clenched shut, trying to protect him from the full flood of sensory information.

"A-Ari?" came a small, shocked voice from in front of the massive, animalistic mutant. Landon was standing with his broad back against the stall, his spent cock still dripping with Ari's thick saliva as he took in the sight before him and desperately tried to process it. "Ari..." he said again, his eyes wide and his muscles trembling as his mind screamed for him to run, but his body refused to cooperate, "... what the fuck are you?"

Ari felt his world shattering around him. He'd been granted his greatest wish, but it came at the cost of his humanity. He towered over Landon, he was dripping with muscle and coated in both hair and fur. He was a monster, an animal, and he'd freaked out the first person to ever accept him for who he was... was being the operative word. Ari snarled, baring his sharp fangs before he slammed through the bathroom door, breaking into a mad sprint through the halls, taking the shortest route out of the building. With any luck he'd be able to make it to the tree line on the east side of the school before too many people spotted him or called the pound.

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Deep, resounding thunder rolled across the city as butts tripped over one another, in a rush to fill the low pressure above the state. It provided a primal backdrop to the thick soup of street noise. Somewhere between the deep rumble and the incessant honking there was a strange sense of comfort for the beast Ari had become. His foot paws padded along the rough city sidewalk, an incredibly long, battered, brown leather trench coat thrown over his massive form, just barely concealing his tail. With his long blond mane of hair covering his pointed ears, he could pass easy enough for being vaguely human, even if he was almost seven feet tall.

He'd been on his own for little over a week, hiding during the day, venturing out only at night to scavenge supplies and food. He'd eaten out of dumpsters, scaled fire escapes to avoid crowded areas, and even robbed clothes out of the back of a truck at a laundromat. The clean scent of detergent and softener coating the fabric had flooded in through his sensitive nose, instantly reminding him of home. He tried not to think of the reaction his mother had had when he'd tried to reveal his mutated body to her, or that look on Landon's face when he'd first changed. His old life was gone... He was a mutant, an Animal, and that was the only name that fit him anymore.

At first his wandering had been aimless, taking him deeper and deeper inland, away from the coastline, but eventually it had started to trigger a sense of familiarity. He spotted places he'd dreamed of, only to realize that those dreams had been built off of childhood adventures. Vague, fuzzy memories of train stations and bus terminals flashed into the back of his mind. By instinct, he was navigating his way deeper and deeper into an industrial neighborhood before he stopped in his tracks, something catching in the corner of his eye.

Rectangular cement pylons had been staggered, inset and offset in an alternating, rib like fashion to form the base of a ramp leading up and over the light rail station a block or two down the road. It had been there for years, scrawled with graffiti and pocked by potholes... but etched into the cement itself, or perhaps stamped into it when the cement was new, was a barely noticeable emblem of four spiraling circles coming together in the center. Animal couldn't believe he'd ever forgotten it. He reached out, gently tracing a single claw around the symbol before he stepped between the cement columns, finding a gap that was invisible from the street, like an optical illusion.

The street noises died away behind him and the rumbling of thunder was muffled. Animal moved through the tight and confined space, shielded from all light. He remembered venturing into the hiding hole as a child, and how magical it had been. His hands traced the walls, feeling lines of cables and pipes snaking their way deeper and deeper. He moved faster, breathing harder, the anticipation building in his heart before the narrow tunnel opened up into an immense space before him.

The yellow disappeared from animal's eyes as they dilated, turning solid black. It still wasn't enough to see in the pitch black, but it gave him a vague idea of obstacles... and the swift drop off to his right. The tunnel had led to a culvert, an underground channel to support the utilities of the light rail station. It had been closed off when construction had been completed, but it was like a cave in the urban jungle sprawl.

Animal inhaled deeply, filling his immense lungs with cool, calm air. He smelled dust, musk, cement, but no signs of vagabonds. The space had remained untouched all this time. A thick, prehensile tongue slipped over the mutant's sharp, fanged teeth. Perhaps his childhood had left him one gift after all, a perfect hiding place from which he could start rebuilding his life. Even outcasts had to call somewhere home...