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This story was written for Shakal as part of my themed Patreon request day for the month of May. The theme this month was "Going Camping", and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults, transformation, size play and outdoorsy lewdness in abundance. :3

Love by the Light of the Moon

The sun was sinking low upon the horizon, and soon enough Samson knew that the moon would rise in its place. He glanced over the campsite as Dexter pottered about making things neat and tidy, straightening the pile of logs they'd gathered for a fire later on and brushing down the outside of the tent where some pollen had collected upon its canvas surface. Samson sighed. A part of him was so glad that Dexter was here. So glad that soon he wouldn't have to keep hiding a part of himself from the other red panda any more. At the same time though, he felt guilty. He felt guilty because he knew that much as he had tried to tell Dexter the truth, the man he loved still didn't believe it, thus had no idea what was soon to happen.

"H-hey, Dex?"

Samson called Dexter over, and when the other red panda trotted across to where he was standing, Samson took his lover's hands within his own and squeezed them tightly one more time.

"Dex, please... this is your last chance. The last time I'll be able to warn you. I..."

He whimpered softly as Dexter giggled, pausing for a moment as the other short, lean red panda leaned in and pecked Samson on the lips.

"You're really playing up this whole werepanda thing, aren't you? Look, I've said it before and I'll say it again. If you wanna play a game, if you wanna role-play, say so and I'm in. But, if you're trying to spook me or scare me? If you think that's fun? I'm sorry Sam, but I'm not gonna get scared off. I'll tell you the same thing I told you the last ten times you've said it. I don't believe in monsters. In vampires, zombies, ghosts or werepandas. But, if I did? I'd let myself be turned for you. Especially if like you said, it means getting all buff when you pound me in the ass three nights a month."

The other red panda continued to smile playfully, even as Samson frowned and shook his head.

"What? No, Dex. That's not how it works. I've told you. I got the Stud variant of the mutation because I caught it from fucking someone else who had the Twink variant. I just thought they were really, really fucking desperate to have their ass fucked. I didn't even know what a werepanda was back then. B-but... I'm giving you the warning. The chance to back out and go home, and see me when I get back on Tuesday like we have every other month. Because, if you catch it from me? W-when I'm in my Stud form? You'll be cursed to become a raving, desperate powerbottom for three nights a month for the rest of your natural life."

Even as he fell silent though, Dexter was still smiling. Still looking at Samson with an expression of amusement and entertainment resulting from his story rather than any genuine fright. He sighed once again as Dexter giggled as brightly as ever, and leaned in for yet another kiss with the man he loved.

"You're always a stud to me, Sammy. And, if you want me to be extra wild and crazy with my powerbottoming sometimes? All you have to do is ask. Whatever you say is going to happen, I'm not going anywhere tonight. And if that means I have to face being fucked by a super spooooopy werepanda with a bigger cock and hulking muscles?"

He faux-swooned in Samson's arms, giggling louder and more gleefully still as the other red panda caught him with ease. Clinging tenderly to Samson, he grinned up at his partner and licked his lips.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to deal with that when the time comes."

*********

Less than an hour later, the time came.

Dexter was lying on his back watching the sky darken, a faint smile still lingering upon his face as he wondered how long Samson was going to hide away in the tent pretending to brood over his supposed impending ailurianthropic transformation. The moon was beginning to rise now, peeking up over the treeline and just beginning to cast its pale light into the clearing where they had set up camp. Soon either Samson would come bursting out of the tent, supposedly under the savage thrall of his bestial rage and determined to plough Dexter into the earth with the force of his fucking. Or, if Dexter was honest with himself, his sweet and well meaning boyfriend would emerge from the tent, ask sweetly if he wanted them to maybe fool around a bit, and perhaps give a few extra growls and nips while they did so.

Blushing and idly rubbing at the front of his shorts, Dexter giggled. Either way, he hoped that Samson did it soon. All those thoughts of lewd werepanda cock were starting to get him pretty damn horny. Horny enough that if Samson didn't shop up soon, Dexter was half tempted to go rushing over to the tent, barrel inside, and play the role of the savage, lustful beast himself.

The tent rustled slightly as motion was made from within, and Dexter glanced over expecting to see Samson crawling out. Again it shook, and he rolled over onto his side with a curious smile, wondering if this was all a part of his lover's act. If so, he approved of the theatricality immensely. It shook again and again, and from within Dexter heard a strangled, snarling roar. He shivered in delight, and within his shorts, his cock twitched.

"Ooh nooooo!"

Dexter called out across the campsite, the tent freezing mid-shake.

"A big scary werepanda is in my boyfriend's tent! Whatever will I dooooooo!"

Scrambling up onto his knees, Dexter blushed, looked around the campsite, and pulled off his t-shirt. The weather was still rather warm despite night beginning to set in, and as he pulled himself to his feet the twinky red panda began to unfasten the button and unzip the zipper on his khaki shorts. Slipping out of them, dressed now in only a pair of tented blue briefs, he giggled and began to pad swiftly over towards the tent.

"And here I am, all alone and in my underwear. What a shame it would be if someone big and strong and monstrous came out of the tent and fucked me senseless. How ever would I cope, how ever would I recover from such a wonderfu-... uuhh, I mean terrifying ordeal! I jus-"

Throwing a hand over his brow in mock horror and swooning around on the grass once again, giggling all the while, Dexter never got to finish his elaborate performance. He never had the chance, for a few seconds later two sets of massive claws dug through the canvas of the side of the tent nearest to where he was standing, and Dexter's eyes bulged suddenly as with a roar that echoed throughout the entire forest and sent birds scattering from the trees all around, a vast, hulking beast of a red panda tore the side of the tent to shreds and barrelled through the massive hole it had created. The colossal red panda was well over seven if not hitting on eight foot tall, easily head and shoulders above Dexter, and was as broad shouldered as any football player the smaller red panda had ever seen. His body rippled with powerful muscles, and extending from his crotch, hanging at what would have been knee level had it not been throbbing and twitching so urgently that it was held almost constantly horizontal or higher, was a truly monstrous cock. Monstrous, and yet as Dexter stared at it with both his eyes and muzzle wide open, a cock that made his own quiver and twitch in desperate excitement at the idea of what it could do to him.

"O-oh god... it's real..."

He whimpered softly as the werepanda stalked towards him, snarling and grabbing at his cock, jerking it a few times only to release it with a roar as he threw his head back and pre-cum the volume of which easily equalled one of Samson's full on orgasms with every twitch spilled out onto the grass between them.

"It's all real. E-everything you said. I didn't believe you, b-but..."

Dexter swallowed as the werepanda stopped mere feet away from him, looming over the now far smaller panda as he huffed and growled and flexed his powerful muscles, cock and all. The remaining twink shook his head, and as he did so, he hooked his thumbs around the waistline of his briefs and began to tease them down.

"...but, what I said? I meant it, Sam. I promise you, I meant it. I don't care what happened to you. I don't care what will happen to me. Y-you've always been a stud to me. I've always been proud, so fucking proud to be the one you want bottoming for you, when you could have your pick of dudes. And, i-if you were afraid of me saying no? Me not wanting this when I found out the truth? Oh, Samson. My Samson. You don't have to be afraid any more. Because, I want it. I want you so badly right now. I want you more, a-and harder than I've wanted anything in my entire l-...aahhh!!!"

His briefs hit the clearing's grassy floor as he came so close to finishing speaking, and as soon as they did so, Dexter's naked body exposed in all its twinky, horny glory to Samson's piercing, ice blue eyes, the werepanda leapt upon him not with a roar, but with a frantic, feverish, and desperate cry of pure, unadulterated lust.

"O-ooohhhhhhgod! God! Sam!"

Dexter wailed as he was roughly rolled over, face pressed into the cool earth with a huge hand planted squarely between his shoulders. He winced and braced himself for an unlubed cock in the ass, but instead he felt the werepanda's other hand grasping at his long, thick tail and tugging it up out of the way. He felt hot breath washing out over his trembling ass, and squealed in pleasure, not discomfort, as it was a tongue rather than a cock that invaded his backside to begin with at least.

"Oh Sam! S-Sammy, yes! Oh god, I'm... aaahhh, please, you can do it now! I'm ready. I'm ready for you!"

For almost thirty seconds the werepanda's tongue assaulted the oh so willing twink deeper and harder than Samson's cock ever had, pleasuring him violently while simultaneously rendering his ass slick with copious quantities of hot, thick, drooling saliva. Dexter didn't know for sure whether Samson could understand him in his current form, or indeed if the hulking red panda even recognised him as his boyfriend. Either by coincidence or through some degree of understanding though, when Dexter did cry out his eager willingness to Samson it was only seconds later that the werepanda drew back. Only seconds later that Dexter felt the huge weight of the werepanda looming over him, and something far hotter and harder than the other male's tongue probing at the now slick pucker of his ass.

His hazel brown eyes bulged, and he felt like he was being split in two as the hulking monster that his boyfriend had become roughly thrust forward and jammed his cock deep into the other red panda's rump. Mere seconds later though, as Dexter yelped in discomfort as Samson thrust deeper still and a hot ribbon of the werepanda's pre-cum poured out into his far smaller lover, something changed. Dexter felt something creeping its way into him, not something physical like the werepanda's vast cock or his copious oozing pre-cum, but something aligning with his very soul. Merging with it. Infecting him, or... perhaps, preparing him for what was even now happening to his body.

He shuddered. He grunted and clawed at the grassy earth as Samson pulled back, and once again he threw his head back to the heavens and stared high up into the sky with an ear-splitting wail, his eyes shifting to an icy blue as the discomfort and stretching of his asshole around the monstrous red panda's cock suddenly all shifted to pure, unbearably wonderful pleasure. Trails of spittle drooled from Dexter's open, panting maw. His already twinkish body didn't shrink at all, but he felt smaller, needier. In desperate need of someone... a big, strong someone, who could give him what he so violently craved.

And that someone, thankfully, was already buried deep inside his tight, welcoming rump.

"Sam!"

Dexter wailed in a shrill, gleeful plea of frenzied desire.

"Fuck me, Sam! Fuck me fuck me ohhhh god fucking just fuck me hard!!"

And as the twinkish, newly infected werepanda screamed lustily back over his shoulder at the man he loved, Samson just shuddered and snarled for a moment in shock, in confusion and wonder at the sudden change he could see and feel in this previously pathetic piece of ass. Then, with a triumphant roar of his very own, he did precisely as he was told by the uncontrollably needy power-bottom.

"Yes! Yes! Ooohh fuck me harder! Harder! Deeper, aa-aaahhhhhhhhhyessss!"

The clearing and the forest beyond rang out with Dexter's screams and Samson's bestial roars of pleasure, not just in the moments that followed but for the whole night beyond. One moment Samson was pounding Dexter on all fours. The next he was bouncing the twink wildly up and down upon his lap while Dexter painted Samson's torso with streaks of cum, and after that they were lying in a puddle of Samson's cum amidst the ruins of their former tent as it continued to ooze out of Dexter's ass even as the next fuck, and the next, and the next continued without pause.

For as long as the moon remained high in the sky, full and blazing its ancient magic down upon them, they remained locked together in constant, ferocious, unceasing bliss. And yet as the dawn approached and the curse began to wane for the night, Samson slowly shrinking even as he pounded Dexter relentlessly and Dexter whimpering as he felt the colossal size and power of his lover fading, they refused to stop.

"O-one more... ohhh, Sam... one more f-for the night. Please. Please fuck me hard. Like the monster. L-like you're still my sweet, beloved monster."

And for the first time in years, not embarrassed, not ashamed, not waking up naked and alone in the forest and wondering what havoc he had wrought amongst the wildlife and the trees with his constantly needy cock, Samson smiled as he felt his mind returning to him. He smiled, he nodded, and he kissed the back over his needy lover's neck so very softly.

"Alright. A-alright, my sweet little twink. Just for you. Just... j-just because I love you so fucking much."

He heard Dexter whimper. He felt the other red panda wriggle his rump back against his shrunken but still rock hard cock buried inside of him, and with a strained roar that wasn't quite the same as his were-form's own but was the very most savage sound he could muster in that moment, Samson began to fuck Dexter one last time before their night of passion was over.

One last time... at least until the day ahead passed, and their love, their lust for one another was unleashed to its full potential once again, by the light of the moon.

By Jeeves

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