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Chapter 1

While far from an alcoholic, I have woken up multiple times alone, naked and in a place I don't recognize. This was predominantly because of my so-called 'friends' and some of the more disruptive fraternities at Atlantis Community College. This time, however, it was very different. I was alone, naked and dumped somewhere in the woods of Alaska but to cap it all off, I was in a body that wasn't my own.

The first thing I noticed was that there was this large, blue blob sitting in front me. I immediately tried to swipe at it only for pain to erupt from my own nose. That's when I took notice of that hand - or rather - paw that had attacked me. It was covered in deep, navy-blue fur that was oddly smooth and silky. The palms were made of black leather while vicious claws emerged from sheathes at the tip of the fingers like a cat's claws.

"What the shit!?" I cried.

My gaze followed the trail of fur on my left paw. The navy blue ended about my wrist where a very familiar leather band with polished fangs were braided into the accessory. The name 'Gray' was printed onto the band. From there, the fur became a more teal-like color, covering enormous forearms that were as big as hams and with corded muscles and vine-like veins. A tuft of nutty brown fur that I recognized was similar to my own hair erupted from the back of the forearm.

I instinctively grabbed the forearm, trying to verify if it was real and indeed attached to mine. The left paw that grabbed it was like the one that was causing my bout of denial. Only this one didn't have the leather band. It was identical to the first only it was right-handed and there was a big, black, tribal tattoo snaking up from the forearm, crawling up melon-sized biceps that were supported by similarly sized triceps and the connected bowling-ball-sized shoulders.

Holding out the appendages in front of me confirmed my worst fears.

These were my arms. My paws. My shoulders.

Barring the sudden increase in muscle mass, I was terrified and had so many questions.

Then the tattoo started talking.

"Finally awake, I see."

Since I was holding my arms out in front of me, I could clearly see when the lips of the serpentine tattoo moving. My natural response was to hold my right arm as far away from myself as possible and stare at the sentient ink in shock.

"Did... did... did you just talk!?_"_I exclaimed.

The tattoo - currently in profile - turned towards me, its expressive eyes giving me a half-lidded look. The voice that came out from it was gravelly, tired and dripping with condescension. "Humans... why do you always state the obvious like you're trying to provide exposition to an audience?" It sighed at me. "Yes, I can talk. Are you going to panic and try to tear your arm off or are you going to go into denial?"

"I'm going to demand an explanation!" I barked. "What the fuck are you and what the fuck happened to me!?"

The tattoo seemed genuinely surprised. "Oh. It seems I have someone reasonable this time around. Alright. This might go a little more smoothly, then."

The tattoo shifted, its serpentine length which was coiled around my entire right arm shifting as it seemed to swim up from where it was sat up towards my neck. Naturally, I tried to pull my head away from it but I could feel it wiggling up towards my right ear.

"I don't have a true name but I have been referred to as 'Anodyne' previously by mortals who have become my host."

Anodyne. As in a drug used to lessen pain. That was sort of encouraging.

"What are you...?" I asked.

The tattoo slithered across my neck, migrating its length to my left side and slithering down my left arm, shifting through the forest of teal fur towards the leather band on my left wrist. "You asked a question. Now it's my turn. What is your name?"

Quivering, I answered quietly unsure if giving it my name would give it power over me. "Duke... Duke Gray," I responded.

"That explains the markings on this band of yours. When you took on this form, I had fought to try and keep you modest but you have a lot of unmet cravings and a ferocious dark side, Duke Gray. The best I could do was maintain some articles of clothing. This band being one of them. That and that adorable little anklet of yours."

My anklet.

I immediately shifted my position to hold out my right leg. There was a braided leather anklet wrapped around my right foot with red glass beads strung through it. And sure enough, the foot was not one I recognized. Apart from being much larger than anything I had ever seen - on man or beast - it was warped to the point where the balls of my feet were extended outward my heel was lifted of the ground. The distinct digitigrade stance forced my calves and thighs to likewise mutate. Not that they weren't already much bigger than what they had originally been.

Panic quickly set in. Strangely, the first thing through my mind was whether or not I could walk. There was a large tree sitting right next to me. Extending my claws seemed so natural and I dug them into the trunk, pulling myself up to my feet as I shakily got up on my enormous size-30 feet - if that ever was an actual size. Each of my five toes ended with large, black claws that couldn't be retracted. Thick veins went from the knuckles of my toes up to my ankles where they briefly vanished from the navy-blue fur before reappearing around huge, heart-shaped calves that were once again covered in soft, teal fur. Thighs that were as thick as the tree trunk that I currently leaned on supported my weight.

That was when I noticed them.

The huge, beastly balls the size of a man's head covered in teal fur and sporting a 'ballhawk' of nutty-brown fur right down the middle. Sitting between them, hanging about halfway down towards my testicles, was a furry sausage with the tiniest sliver of a red tip pointing out from the tip. I had seen enough dog cocks to know what a sheath was and how it operated. Heat rose to my cheeks as I instinctively massaged the low-hanging sac.

"Hey!" Anodyne suddenly snapped. "Don't give into your base instincts just yet, human. You might just be the quickest host to degrade if you do."

"Huh?" I stammered, taking all of my will to tear my paws away from my balls. "Host? What?"

The talking tattoo sighed and swirled up my left arm again so that it was facing me. "You performed the Ritual of the Bestial Desire, didn't you?"

That name rung a bell and pierced through the quickly advancing sexual haze. It was at that moment that I felt the cool chill of the Alaskan air, immediately killing my libido.

"Y - Yeah. That's right," I stammered. "I was the 'conduit' or something."

"Makes sense,"_mused Anodyne. _"Do you recall how the Ritual went?"

After everything that happened, I was a little fuzzy on the details but I could still recall the lead up to it perfectly. On the night of a full moon, we were to gather five ingredients. Dirt from a freshly dug grave. That had been ethically questionable but nothing in the ritual ever said it had to be a human grave. Joey's cat had just died so when Tails was buried, we took some of the dirt from his grave for the ritual. Anodyne didn't react on our little technicality so I assumed that it was ultimately correct.

A white rose with a thorn that had pricked a virgin's finger. Warren was the only one of us that had never gotten laid. At twenty-two years old, we made jokes about it all the time. He claimed he was saving himself for marriage. Finding the rose was easy enough. Getting one late at night was the hard part but we found a corner gas station that sold roses and got Warren to prick himself on it. Again, Anodyne didn't say anything so I continued listing the ingredients.

Water of the utmost purity was a little more difficult. Cave was a chemistry major and he had to go through great lengths to fully distill water to meet the requirements. Or at least _his_requirements. He's a bit of a perfectionist. So after spending some time refining water so it was 99.999% pure - his words, not mine - we brought it to the ritual.

The next ingredient was the funniest to obtain. Breath most foul. Hugh had the brilliant idea to down a shit tonne of Mexican food and whatever we burped up would be 'breath most foul'. Again, we were drunk and at the same time, a little hungry so we ordered enough tacos and burritos to satiate a football team and downed it all like our lives depended on it. The problem was 'capturing' the breath. As it turns out, that was pretty damn easy because we were all pretty gassy at that point, and as a joke, by the time the ritual came about, we all agreed we'd turn our asses towards the ritual and fart all at once.

"You humans are disgusting,"_Anodyne huffed. _"But I can't fault you for your ingenuity."

"Thanks," I mumbled. "I guess. Then there was the whole 'flame of a phoenix' thing which I think may have been what was wrong with the whole ritual..."

Given that phoenixes don't exist, we were stuck. That is, of course, until I had the 'brilliant' idea to burn a copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Apart from having 'phoenix' in the name, it was arguably one of the weakest in the book series and yet it continued for a few more books and spawned an entire franchise. In a way, it represented a phoenix. So we burned it.

"Again, we were drunk," I confessed. "None of us expected it to work."

"Of course it worked,"_Anodyne chastised. _"The idea behind the ingredients wasn't the actual raw materials itself but the intent behind them. They were meant to test your conviction into gathering the elements of earth, water, wind, fire and life. The grave dirt represents earth. The pure water is self-explanatory. The breath most foul is obviously wind and the flame of a phoenix is clearly fire. The rose with blood on it represents life. As obtuse as your connections were, the fact that you went to great lengths to think of a solution for each component was more than enough to complete the ritual."

Anodyne used his serpentine tail to rub his chin thoughtfully. "So why, then, did this happen...? Tell me how the Ritual went."

"It was pretty simple, I guess. We got a mirror and I got selected as the conduit because of my brilliant phoenix idea. My friends stood around me at the cardinal points. We had light from the full moon come down on the vessel - a porcelain bowl that we had lying around - and we chanted the words."

_"Do you remember the words?"_pressed Anodyne.

"Yeah. 'Beast of want and desire, cross the Veil and grant my wish. I offer you this sacrifice of the mortal realm. Materialize my want. Materialize my desire.'" I bobbed my head from side to side. For the first time, I felt the weight of something against my temples and as I reached up, I felt the two black, forward-facing horns jutting out from my temples. They were adjacent to the two, big triangular ears that instinctively flicked away at my touch. More than anything, I wanted to find a mirror to see exactly what I had become. "Then... then we were just supposed to keep repeating those two lines over and over again."

"That's right..."_hummed Anodyne. _"So why then...? What happened after that?"

"At first, nothing," I shrugged. "Then, as we were about to give up, this red glow came from the bowl and everything starting swirling around us. The basement shook. A hurricane blew inside the place lightning started shooting everywhere!"

"Okay. Then what?"

The fact that he was so dismissive of the supernatural events raised red flags. "What do you mean, 'then what'? That shit wasn't meant to happen! It was crazy."

Anodyne blinked his expressive eyes at me. "Wait... So you're telling me you performed the Ritual of Bestial Desire perfectly fully expecting it to fail? You're not experienced wizards or warlocks trying to manifest your heart's desires after years of research and discovery?"

"Hell no! We were just a bunch of dumb, drunk college kids!"

Anodyne slapped his own forehead with his tail. "Mother of Mercy... So I assume you started breaking rules when all that started happening."

"Well... yeah!"

"You broke eye contact with your reflection in the mirror," he accused.

"Yeah..."

"You stopped chanting."

"... Yeah..."

"Your friends stepped away from their positions."

"They ran off... Yeah."

"And you turned your back to the mirror."

I lowered my head and in the softest whisper said, "... Yeah..."

"Well, that explains our current predicament." Anodyne sighed heavily. "Mortals..." The tattoo serpent lifted his head. "Alright, Duke. Here is the situation. You are officially cursed. The Ritual of Bestial Desire doesn _'t summon some otherworldly creature from the ether, heaven or hell to grant you a wish. It manifests the greatest desire of the conduit. By that, I mean the desires within you gets captured in the mirror you were standing in front of and then it was supposed to take your sacrifices and create something you wished for. After all, what's better to manifest your greatest desire than your actual greatest desires personified."Anodyne shook his head. _"However, because you broke all the rules, your desires have now manifested in you_._"

There was that panic again.

"What does that mean!?" I demanded.

"It means you have become the Beast."

I immediately began running my paws over my face. Even though I couldn't see, I could still feel the strong, lupine features that ended in a black nose - the blue blob that was sitting in the middle of my vision - the thick, broad neck that led into massive shoulders and powerful pectorals. The eight-pack abs weren't too bad though. A long, feline tail complete with a tuft of brown fur stuck at end jutted out from the base of my spine. When the wind blew, it raked its cold, icy fingers through the brown mane that grew out from between my horns and ears and ran down my back, thinning out as it went further and further down my spine.

"I'm this now?" I demanded, holding out my paws. "Is there a way to reverse it?"

"No," Anodyne responded solemnly. "Because of your half-hearted attempt to make your wildest dreams come true, you are now an embodiment of those wildest desires. How that manifests, I cannot be sure. Generally speaking, however, it is a form of punishment for your inability to commit or be honest with yourself."

The tattoo slithered towards my left pectoral, swirling around where my heart would be. I noticed, curiously, that my silver barbell piercing was still sticking out of my left nipple which was now bright red and pointing straight downward thanks to how plump and firm my pectoral was.

"Tell me," said the tattoo. "What is it that you wanted when you performed the ritual?"

I shook my head, my mind a blur of fear, guilt and a little bit of horniness. My body was hot.

"I... I don't remember. Maybe to be big and strong? I was always the smallest in the group. Kind of nerdy."

"So a desire for strength. Classical. You will likely be doomed to constantly attempt to grow stronger. Perhaps anyone who sees you will constantly be compelled to challenge you into a duel to the death. Perhaps consuming their flesh in the misguided belief that doing so will impart their strength in you. Or, in the mildest of terms, you will continuously grow bigger and stronger until either you are an immobile piece of flesh or killed for the threat you pose to everyone else."

"I don't want that!" I blurted. I scrambled for other 'desires' I may have had during the ritual. It was impossible to remember everything single thought through the haze of alcohol. Seriously, why did we perform that thing while drunk? "I... Maybe just wanted to keep in contact with my friends...? We're graduating this year so I was afraid of leaving them...?"

"Then they may be compelled to hate you or abandon you. Would explain why you are here alone instead of where your friends are and your monstrous form. Alternatively, there is the other angle where perhaps you will forcibly merge with them so they will always be a part of you. Or you may kill them and eat them."

"Why do you have to be like that!?" I pleaded.

"It is the harsh reality of your situation," Anodyne said solemnly. "You performed the ritual haphazardly and are now facing the consequences of your actions."

No denying that we were stupid. I can't say that there weren't any warning labels on the damn thing. But who would have expected that one of the thousands of creepypasta rituals online was actually real!? My frustration was boiling over and I gestured at Anodyne who was still swirling around my pectoral.

"What's your purpose then, huh? Just to tell me how fucked I am?"

The living tattoo curled back up towards me right arm. "I am a safeguard. I guess you could call me your guardian angel. I am here to try and get you to try and help you cope with your situation. I have minimal influence on the energies of the ritual. I can hold it back somewhat but that is all up to you. You are now the Beast and I am the chain that hold the Beast down... but the Beast also holds the key to my lock. You can unleash me or tighten me as you wish. I will offer you advice as best I can. I hope you will listen."

"Okay then," I huffed. "Help me then! What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"First of all, you need to remember and be honest with yourself. What is it that you desperately want in the entire world? If you were given a single wish, one without limits, what would it be?"

I shrug and look off the distance. Before I could even think about the answer, my mouth - rather, my muzzle - was already moving.

"Have a good job. A stable home. Wife. Kids and a legacy that'll make my parents proud."

Anodyne scoffed. "If that is the truest desire of you mortals these days, I weep for mankind."

"What do you want from me? I'm Asian-American. It's ingrained into me to want such bullshit."

"But that _'s clearly not what you_ really want. Dig deeper."

I shook my head and curse slightly under my breath. "My mom back. She died giving birth to me. My two older brothers and dad to respect me and stop treating me like I'm the reason she died."

"Reincarnation. Admirable and cliched. But it's not what you really want, is it? No. It's something deeper. Something more... basic. Carnal. Think, Duke. What is it? You need to be honest with yourself because that is the only way we'll learn how best to control your curse and retain your humanity."

I shut my eyes, my lips quivering. There was no one around us and I was cursed. The only one listening was this sentient tattoo that claimed he was going to help me. If I didn't tell him... then I was probably going to turn into something right out of a horror movie. The Big Foot of Alaska...

"I want..." I whisper softly. "I want..."

"Yes?" pressed Anodyne. "You want...?"

I glare at him ferociously. "I want to have nasty, gay sex with all sorts of men from now until the end of time, okay?" I roared. My voice echoed in the dark forest. No birds fluttered out in retreat. I swear I could feel them staring at me slack-jawed at the confession.

_"... I'm sorry...?"_said Anodyne, equally as shocked.

"I'm gay, okay?" I confess, throwing my paws up into the air. "Been gay since I learned how to jack off! Fuck, it was my older brother that jacked me off and taught me how to masturbate because it was meant to be a 'right of passage' or something. Dad did it to my eldest brother, my eldest did it to him and he gave me my first handy but instead of teaching them how to use their dicks to impregnate women, I just ended up craving a big, strong man's hands around my cock! From then on, it spiraled!"

I started pacing back and forth, my frustration and humiliation all bubbling up to the surface. "Every time I saw a big, strong guy, I'd blush and turn into a bubbling mess while trying to hide my fucking boner! I purposefully avoided going to the gym because I was so scared that they'd see how hard I was and pick on me so I stayed small and meek! When I met my friends, I didn't just develop a physical connection with them but an emotional one as well! I wanted nothing more than to sleep with each of them! To feel their cocks inside of me. To have my dick in them! To breed them!"

I bent over, my fingers forming claws and those feline claws erupting from the tips. "But beneath all that, I just wanted to sit on a fucking throne made of writhing, coiling men, being constantly fucked by a different guy each day, drinking cum like it was fucking water and burying my seed in a different ass every fucking hour!"

"I... I see..."

"That's not even the worst part," I huffed, giving Anodyne a savage grin. "You have any idea what it's like to be sexually repressed for nearly a decade? To tell yourself that you're not gay, that it was a phase and sleep with a girl or two just to make sure?"

"I was summoned from the ether due to your colossal mistake with the ritual. I have no idea what your mortal mind is going through."

I snarl, baring my fangs for the first time. "I got deprived fantasies, man. Really fucked up ones. I dream of slamming my dick into a guy's ass and watching him get absorberd into my member. I've cum to the idea of turning into a football player's jockstrap and being worn through a really tough game. I've woken up in pools of my own cum because I've dreamed of kissing a guy and then merging with him into a third, totally different, person. I get hard just thinking about growing into a huge, muscled beast taller than a skyscraper and having people worship me like I'm their god only to drown them in my cum like the fucking flood that made Noah build the fucking ark! Fuck, I've even had fantasies of being fucked so hard, I get pregnant and then give birth to a son."

"That's... not too bad considering the distant relationship you have with your father..."

I gave him a savage grin. "What does your psychoanalyzing say about that fantasy going further to raising my son to adulthood and then the two of us fucking to create a whole line of me-clones?"

Anodyne was silent.

My verbal flood was only half done and yet, I felt exhausted. I slumped into the ground, panting, bringing my knees up to my chin and letting my arms slump uselessly to my sides.

"I've got fucked up desires, Anodyne. I want to be a mindless slave to a master. I want to be trapped in a goo suit that fucks me for power. I want to be a god that, instead of smiting someone, turns them into a beefcake with a cock and muscle so big that they can't move." A bitter laugh left my lips. "And you wanna know what the most fucked up thing is?"

Again, Anodyne was silent

"One of my fantasies is to be infected by a virus and slowly turned into a monster, constantly fighting my own instincts to retain my own humanity... But now that it's actually happening..."

Anodyne slithered up my arm and wrapped around my neck. I could swear he was trying to strangle me. There was a faint warmth coming from the coils and I felt his serpentine head rub against my cheek.

"Listen," said the tattoo quietly. "I've encountered countless people that have failed to perform the ritual correctly. Not just humans either. There are others across the cosmos that have tried this all with varying levels of success. In fact, there is a species on the other side of this galaxy that based their entire civilization around this ritual. My brothers and sisters are constantly summoned to that world because their rate of success is only 20%."

"Really?" I mumble. "If they keep doing the ritual, why is their success rate so low?"

"Because they aren't honest with themselves on what they want," answered Anodyne. "The last requirement of the ritual is to answer truly when your reflection asks you what it is you want. If you answer untruthfully, it will curse the conduit as you are cursed now. Even after they are cursed, those individuals are unwilling to admit what it is that they truly desire and become dangers to themselves as they 'infect' others with their true desire while they, themselves, are deprived of it. Perhaps it is a form of ironic punishment from whatever entity concocted this ritual. Either way, I am glad that you have been honest with yourself. Because now, we can work on finding some way to cope with your curse."

I regarded him miserably from the corner of my eye. He had slithered up to my muzzle so I could just barely see him. "How? I'm stuck in this fur. I can't just walk around anymore. I mean, if I did, the government will probably come and slice me up to figure out what's wrong with me."

He smiled.

"I never said you're stuck in this form."

I blinked a few times. "But you said...?"

"I said you had become the Beast and that there was no way to reverse it," Anodyne said playfully, slithering down my neck towards my legs. "The reason I tried to maintain some parts of your attire was to give you anchors to your humanity. But I never said that you were stuck in your bestial form. You can revert to your human form if, despite how you will force others around you to experience your greatest desire, if you somehow satiate your own desire, you will revert albeit temporarily."

My heart began to race. "Wait... so you're saying that if I have nasty gay sex with men... I'll..."

"Turn back into a human temporarily? Yes. Though I suspect it will be a little more complicated than that but yes." Anodyne bounced happily up my thigh. "In fact, I think you might be one of the easiest hosts I've had. The condition to maintaining your humanity is significantly easier than others I've met. Very hard to mate alone."

Honestly, I've had some very bizarre dreams about mating with myself but at least he was staying positive. Heat rose to my cheeks and as I regarded my enlarged, mutated manhood. "Uhm... for the record, I'm no slut."

"Ah, I didn't mean 'easy' in that regard."

"It's okay," I laughed softly, peeking at him from where I was slouched. "So what do we do now? How does this work?"

Anodyne explained that the Ritual of Bestial Desire was more of a test than an actual ritual or curse. Mortals who invoked the ritual faced their inner desires and if they could be honest with themselves, they will get that great desire. If, however, they lied or failed to utter the one thing they really wanted to their reflection, then they would be cursed so that everyone else around them would be compelled to seek out the same desire while they were deprived of it.

Unfortunately, the curse was permanent as far as Anodyne could recall.

"I'll be honest,"_added the tattoo. _"I haven't seen anyone survive with this curse for more than a century. At one point or another, the host becomes starved as everyone else around them enjoys what they could not and they are driven mad."

There was apparently one mortal that he was bound to whose greatest desire was to kill her husband for the abuse she suffered. She lied to the reflection - merely saying that all she wanted was to have a loving husband. Her lust for vengeance was too strong, however, and she was cursed. Husbands all around her became more and more openly abusive towards their wives while a lust for vengeance built in the women. Eventually, those women began killing their husbands one by one while her husband continued to be just as terrible.

Anodyne had to guide her to the truth and eventually, she was able to kill her husband even though it took months before she could work herself up to it. The abusive man's death restored a great amount of her sanity but she forever lived with the guilt of taking another's life and causing other women to do the same. That, however, did not end the curse.

"But she already killed her husband," I protested. "How is she meant to do that again?" Anodyne gave me a pointed look and it dawned on me just how hopeless her situation had been. "Oh..."

"The heart's true desires changes over time," admitted Anodyne. "But the curse, does not. Because you were disingenuous that one time, the curse will forever take the shape of the true desire at that one point in time."

Even without a husband and after a time, the woman's village resumed killing any husbands that happened to enter the range of her curse. Even if they were perfectly happy before entering the village, the moment they crossed the town limits, the man would become furious at the slightest thing and the woman would take retaliation to the extreme. The irony was that some women would be perfectly happy getting married to the man of their dreams but the moment the vows were uttered, hatred began to bubble. This impacted the cursed woman as well who married her childhood lover. Even though she didn't feel the hatred and her husband wasn't abusive in any way, the town's women had been so twisted against the idea of keeping husbands around for long that she was stigmatized for merely keeping one around for as long as she did. Even when she moved to another town, the curse followed her.

Things escalated when the woman had her first child, a boy. She raised him lovingly even as, wherever she went, men turned into abusive monsters that were eventually killed. Even though her son was the most angelic creature to walk the earth, the moment he was married off, she watched him transform into a monster.

And she knew what would happen eventually.

"Oh fuck..." I whispered. "What happened to her?

"What eventually happens to everyone. Death."

Unwilling to see her son killed by her daughter-in-law, she resolved to take her own life which was the only way to truly end the curse. It was the only way to give her some degree of closure and preserve her son's life from an eventuality she knew would come. So she committed suicide.

"She lasted thirty years, four months and fifteen days," Anodyne intoned.

"There's no way to break the curse...?" I mourned. "None at all?"

"There might be,"_offered the tattoo. _"But thus far, I haven't met anyone that has or even wanted to. Even the woman I spoke about accepted her existence as a cursed being after some time. Whether you will be the same... well, I cannot say. What I can say, however, is that because of the broad scope of your desire, you might last longer than others. Might being the operative word."

The tattoo slithered back to my left arm. "For now, let's take it one step at a time."

"Okay..." I mumbled. "So what's our first step?"

_"How about paying attention to the man that is quickly approaching and heard us talking?" _

?

"Hello?" gave the deep, rumbling voice. "Anyone there?"

He immediately paused the second he saw me. Not going to lie, my dick twitched at the sight of him as well. The guy was right out of my countless lumberjack fantasies. Huge feet were covered in big, heavy boots caked in grass and mud. Powerful legs that could crush melons between their thighs were covered in tight-fitting, worn jeans. A black shirt barely contained the slight belly with abdominal muscles still poking through the fabric despite he rounded gut. A red and black flannel shirt hung over the shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, hairy forearms. A dense, curly, reddish-brown beard hung from his soft, rounded face. Cute crow's feet appeared in the corners of his blue eyes as he squinted at me and then disappeared as his eyes widened. His curly red-brown hair was hidden by a red beanie. There was an axe slung over his shoulder, gripped by one of his huge, bear-like hands.

"Well, it seems we have our first victim," Anodyne said.

"What?" I hissed.

"For the record, no one else can hear me but you. They can see me move so I'll stay still for most of the time. They can also hear you talking to me. Secondly, your greatest desire is to have sex with big, burly men in intricate and exotic ways, correct? Be wary, your curse might just affect him."

"I'm not going to fuck some random stranger!"

The man shuffled from where he stood, gripping his axe in both hands and holding it in front of him. "What... what the fuck are you?" he gasped.

Slowly, I lifted my paws into the air, struggling to come up with some explanation to my predicament.

"Be honest,"_Anodyne advised. _"In my experience, making up some story will only lead to further troubles down the road. Just tell him the truth."

I've sat through enough movies and read enough stories to know that Anodyne was telling the truth. The funny thing about those stories, though, is that none of them ever had the protagonist confess the truth outright. That's the essence of storytelling, right? Where would the conflict be if the hero didn't keep that critical piece of their backstory to themselves? I had no frame of reference on what would happen if I were to just blurt out the truth.

"Fuck it," I mumbled. Lifting my head, I said, "Hey man. I know how this looks but just give me a second to explain, okay?" I think the shock that I could speak English despite having a lupine muzzle actually shocked him long enough that I had time to start blurting out my story. "I'm an English Major in Atlantis Community College. I'm twenty-two years old and used to be human. My buddies and I did this stupid ritual while drunk and now I'm cursed to look like this. I need your help."

The lumberjack didn't keep from moving. "Atlantis? Where's that?"

"Alaska."

He cocked one big, bushy eyebrow at me. "Alaska? Kid, you're in Washington State."

The fuck!? How the hell did I end up not only in another state but crossing the border _twice_from Alaska through Canada to Washington!? Maybe the curse merged with my desire to have sex and keep my friends around so it threw me across the country?

That was a question for another time. He must've seen my shock because he gripped his axe a little more tightly.

"So what?" he asked. "Is this some sort of Disney-level Beauty-and-the-Beast shit? Do you need to find someone to love you based on how you look before you graduate or you'll die?"

God, I wish it were that simple.

This was where I decided to keep the key to my release and salvation to myself. Seriously, just blurting out that I want to rip off this guy's clothes, sniff his sweaty armpits, lick his musky package and suckle on his toes and because of that, he was the one that was going to turn into a slavering sex beast was probably not something you'd tell a complete stranger minutes into meeting them. Thankfully, I was still crouched down with my legs up to my chin because it hid my growing erection.

"I honestly don't know how to break the curse," I confessed. Anodyne glared at me even though I couldn't directly see him. "But I think the first step is to get back to Alaska and to my friends. I need to know that they're safe. Do you... do you think you can help me?"

The man was unmoving. "What do you take me for? Just because you can speak perfect English, doesn't mean I believe you. I mean, the moment I turn my back, you could rip my heart out or something."

Good thing he didn't hear my rant about my true desires or he'd know that tearing out his heart was the last thing I'd want to do with his back turned. Tear off his jeans and nibble on that ass or lick his hole, yes. Eat his heart? Hell no. I want him around me all the time and forever.

"Look, I have no intention of killing you," I said evenly. "You're way too hot to die."

The moment those words slipped out, I immediately covered my muzzle, snapping it shut while my eyes boggled wide in surprise. Why did I just say that?

"That's the cure coming out,"_warned Anodyne. _"I suspect that one of your fantasies was to have a big, burly beast comment on your appearance. As a result of the curse, you are now complimenting him_._"

Not going to lie. I did always dream that I'd one day run into a huge werewolf somewhere in the woods that would say I'm his mate or something and fuck me under the full moon. Then he'd carry me, still knotted to him and his cum sloshing in my guts, to be transformed into his pack and used as the pack's cum dump.

"Be grateful that slips of the tongue are all that you're getting right now," continued the sentient tattoo. "You better seduce this guy quickly before anyone else stumbles into our situation or else they might be pulled into this as well."

The sexy lumberjack momentarily wavered where he stood and a light blush rose from his cheeks, matching his beard. "Oh... uhm... Alright."

"Sorry," I confessed, taking my paws away from my muzzle. "I guess that's the curse getting to me. I... uhm... My name is Duke Gray."

"Duke?" he repeated.

I rolled my eyes. Years of having to explain this particular fun fact and the bitterness that rose from it broke through the curse's hold on me and brought out the whiny Asian in me. "My parents were Asian-American and they kind of had this inbuilt superiority complex. When they had their first kid, my eldest brother, they named him King. My second eldest brother is Prince. I'm Duke."

The lumberjack chuckled darkly. "That's seriously fucked up."

"Yeah. Had to deal with it my entire life. Honestly wanted to change my name multiple times but my dad kept reminding me that my mother wanted me to have that name."

"Wanted?" he repeated.

"My mother died giving birth to me."

"Oh. I'm sorry." He seemed genuine in that apology. Enough that he began to lower his axe a little.

"No need to apologize. Not like you killed her." I laughed bitterly as I regarded the rapidly receding chunk of red meat currently hidden from the lumberjack's view. Seems like thinking of my overbearing parents and the familial pressure I felt for my entire life was a good way to contain my lust. Good to know.

"Look," I sighed, "you don't have to help me but if you could just do me a favor and not tell anyone you saw me? Please don't start a whole thing about seeing Big Foot or something. I'd appreciate the lack of photos as well."

The man huffed and lowered his axe entirely. "You don't need to worry about that. I live off the grid."

_"Off the grid?"_repeated Anodyne. I parroted the question to the lumberjack.

"Yeah," grunted the man. "I live out here in the woods by myself. No internet. No connection to the outside world. Just me and nature. I've get power from my own sources and I chop wood for my own fires. I hunt for my food and have my own garden. When the apocalypse comes, I'll be goddamn ready."

Oh no. He's a doomsday prepper.

"Just to be clear," I began. "What apocalypse are you talking about?"

"The internet apocalypse!" exclaimed the hairy beast in front of me. "I mean, no one knows how to do anything anymore! They just look it up on the internet. Then it's just in one ear and out the other! When the government decides to unleash an EMP that'll wipe out all internet in the world in 2050, we'll all be dead! Well, I won't. I'll be prepared."

Anodyne's confusion and worry was palpable. "Pardon my ignorance but what is this man talking about?"

Choosing to ignore my guardian angel for the moment, I gave the man in front of me a shaky smile. "Good for you, dude. Just so you know, I'm not an alien or a herald for a mutant apocalypse or anything. Like I said. Dumb kid doing some shitty ritual while drunk." The suspicion in the admittedly bearish man set me on edge even as he lowered his axe to the ground. "I don't suppose I can get your name?"

It took him a moment to respond, obviously weighing his options as to whether to divulge his name to what I assumed was a demonic-looking creature. "Scott. That'll all you'll get from me."

"Okay. Fair." Now that my erection had sufficiently deflated, I slowly rose to my feet. It surprised me that I towered over the hunky lumberjack. Even standing straight I barely cleared 5'6''. Now, Scott barely made it up to the top of my abdominal muscles. "Just for my own curiosity, how tall are you?"

He was clearly thinking the same thing as he had to tilt his head back and look up at me. The prepper gulped loudly. "6'3''."

Shit. I had to at least be eight feet tall now. Given my enormous muscle mass as well, there was no doubt that I had to at_least_ weight a tonne. If I wanted, I could charge Scott and have my way with him. Nothing would stop me. Hell, that axe probably wouldn't even graze me before I snapped it in two.

Holy shit is size difference one of my _many_kinks.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head the moment I felt the heat building in my crotch. "I don't suppose you have a phone I could use?" I asked. "Even a satellite phone or landline or something?"

Scott shook his head numbly, his eyes roving my body. There was this increasing itch to lift my arms and tense my biceps for him, to turn around and show him my muscular butt or bounce my pectorals for him. Something I've always dreamed a bodybuilder would do to me. I had to keep focused. There had to be some way to break the curse!

"Do you know where we are in Washington? I need to get back home."

It took a few seconds for the dazed lumberjack to snap out of his awe. The winds shifted. A strange scent wafted into my nostrils. Something primal stirred within me. I suddenly wanted to throw Scott to the ground, rip off his pants and bury his cock into my muzzle, licking and suckling on it until it spilled his seed right down my throat. That scent intensified and every fiber of my body wanted to fall on my belly on the floor, lift my tail up and beg Scott to stick his cock in me, to penetrate me and fuck me until the sun set.

He was aroused.

His other hand drifted towards his crotch, his cheeks now bright red with desire.

"What's happening...?" I whispered out of the corner of my muzzle to Anodyne.

"Your curse is manifesting,"_answered the sentient tattoo. _"Your desire was to have 'nasty gay sex' as you mentioned with different men. Your bestial body likely reflects your fantasy and now your curse is making any man you encounter want to bed you. This makes things easy. Because you are alone, he will have no choice but to mate with you which will simultaneously satiate your own desires. This will cause the curse to ebb and therefore give you some reprieve. Take advantage of this situation."

"What?" I hissed, regarding my right bicep where Anodyne was currently coiled. "The dude is basically drunk out of his mind from lust and you want me to take advantage of him!? How is that moral?"

"I am not here to guide you on what is moral and immoral. I am here to guide you on how best to live with the curse and preserve your humanity."

On any other day, this wouldn't be a difficult choice. I would _never_take advantage of any man, no matter how hot they were, especially if their minds were in an altered state. But the way Scott was looking up at me, with lust and desire in his glazed, blue eyes, the way he was stroking his cock so shamelessly at the sight of me and the aching need in my own loins...

... I just could not resist.

"Scott?" I began.

"Uuuh...?" he moaned softly.

"I'm going to suck you off now."

A dopey grin crawled out from underneath his shaggy beard and he let out a couple of hearty, distant laughs. My own dick was quickly emerging from my sheath, a dowsing rod that pulled me by its inescapable gravity towards the lumberjack. It only took four steps to close in on the man, his face now buried between my abdominals. His beard tickled the flesh beneath my fur and when he let out that lust-addled laugh, he barely shook the hard flesh of my abs. I could feel the heated rod of his cock pressing up against my calves. His need, his desire, was so sweet in the air.

"Take off your belt," I growled.

There was no hesitation on his part as he reached for that large, metal buckle and unwound the black leather from his waist. His dick was tenting the worn denim of his pants. The heat radiating from it carried the musky scent of a man that had only known the comfort of his own hand and lived out here in the woods alone. A deep growl rose from my throat as that scent made my knees weak. The earth quaked around us as I fell onto my paws and knees, my nose pressed right up against his crotch. The moan he let out was an alluring siren song to my ears. I accompanied his chorus with a deep growl as I grabbed the rip of his jeans with my fangs and pulled it down. A pair of white briefs with the outline of his fat cock stared right back at me.

Holy fuck, why is that so hot?

It only took one of my massive paws to grip the elastic of his briefs and pull them down to reveal the package contained beneath. His dick was pretty average in length, maybe 6 inches and it looked a shorter because it sprang from a thick, unkempt, reddish-brown bush. But goddamn was it fucking thick. Beer can thick.

I couldn't resist any longer. I wrapped my muzzle around that member, completely engulfing it with room to spare. Despite never having given head with a canine muzzle before, I somehow knew exactly how to avoid brushing my teeth against his sensitive flesh and still provide enough suction that I extracted a squirt of precum from him the instant I began. His moans grew louder and, without hesitation, he began thrusting into my muzzle. The salty taste of his cock and the natural lubricant it provided was euphoric. My own cock sprang from its furry sheath, rising up between his legs to its full 18 inches of bright-red doggy dick, its base swollen with two huge orbs, my knot. Fuck me did I want to shove my dick into his ass and feel him transform into some beastly bear, feeling his cheeks growing to wrap around my member like a condom.

The moment this thought crossed my mind, I felt something happen to his cock. It twitched and throbbed as usual but it seemed to surge deeper into my muzzle. My eyes boggled. This couldn't be right. Okay, I was in the closet for the majority of my life but I had gotten pretty good at measuring dick by touch - and taste - alone. So I knew that his cock wasn't bigger than six inches. But when I buried my muzzle all the way down to the base, his long pubes tickling the insides of my nostrils and carrying his musky scent with just the faintest hint of pine, I started to count. Nice and slowly, I began drawing my lips back from the base, counting the inches as I did so.

One... two... three...

... four... five... six...?

Seven...? Eight? No fucking way.

Nine!?

I pulled away from his cock, the head just hovering at the edge of my lips and squirting precum onto my muzzle. There was no doubt about it. His dick was now a mighty nine inches and still as fucking thick. A glance up at him and he didn't seem to have noticed. His eyes were looking up at the dark canopy above us, his mouth hanging slack and open.

In retrospect, this was to be expected. I always wanted to know what it'd feel to have my cock grow like that. The irony was, my dick could probably split a man's ass so much that each cheek would be in different timezones but I missed out on the feeling of it growing because I had blacked out... and I was drunk. There was an itch of jealousy bubbling up in my chest. That was the first time I recognized the irony in the curse's punishment. I could make people experience my fantasies but I would always be the secondary character to them.

Instead of the man being transformed into a throbbing cock, I would be the one who would be carrying that dick. Instead of being the one growing incredible muscles, I'd be the one whose muscles would be stolen from. Instead of the guy transforming in the full moon, I'd be the one watching the transformation and being ravaged afterwards.

But then there was the flipside of my desires.

I guess you could say I was a kinky switch. Because as much as I wanted to be the one being turned into a cock, I _also_wanted to feel a guy merge to become my colossal dick and rub one out with my new semi-sentient meat. As much as I'd want to be the one stealing muscles from others, I always wanted to feel my effort and strength drained out of me so I could worship the behemoth that the muscle thief had become. As much as I wanted to be the one losing control to my transformation in the light of the full moon, I also wanted to be ravaged by the savage beast while trying to plead for the human inside to regain his sanity.

Shit, I'm kinky as fuck.

Two hands seized my horns and suddenly dragged me back into that crotch. My muzzle was filled with that hard, throbbing meat. Scott proceeded to face-fuck me like a dog in heat, grunting and huffing without any care apart from the desire to cum. I didn't resist. This was definitely one of my fantasies.

Through my glazed eyes, I could see his already sizable balls swing back and forth with every thrust. As they swung like twin pendulums, they plumped up, growing bigger and bigger to the size of golf balls contained by thick, red hairs. My long tongue snaked out between my lips, somehow brushing against them and causing him to moan. Every time he hilted into me, my tongue would paint his balls with my saliva again.

He grunted louder and louder, his thrusts growing more and more desperate.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

His eyelids fluttered. Without warning, I felt my own balls churn like a hurricane had spontaneously developed within them. My eyes snapped open as a flood of hot cum came rushing up my cock and took its sweet time bubbling up my monster of a dick before -

Sploosh!

Both Scott and I came at the same time. My dick sprayed my seed right between his legs, miraculously missing any of his clothing while his sprayed right down my throat. Despite my surprise, I somehow managed to swallow every drop and drained him from every drop like a vacuum. My own orgasm sent a magnitude 9 quake throughout my entire body, turning my bones to jelly and the large muscles all over my body into liquid. My entire body went limp and I was basically being held up by his erect cock hanging in my muzzle.

Before afterglow could take me, I shook myself free of the daze and slowly pulled away. His hands uncurled from my horns. Scott was left panting, huffing and gazing off into the distance with that same dopey look on his features. Honestly, he was quite cute like that.

"How do you feel?" Anodyne asked.

I did a quick mental health check of myself. "Still the same," I whispered softly.

My words snapped Scott out of his stupor. "Huh?"

"Nothing," I replied, offering a lopsided grin. "That was pretty hot."

His cheeks were still bright red. "Yeah... That was... That was fun." He cocked his head to the side and hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "Hey, I know this is all pretty weird. I'm guessing you need a place to stay. My cabin isn't far away. You wanna stay with me for a bit?"

Stay with a sexy lumberjack that is now fucking hung and will be compelled to enact some of my wildest fantasies?

Hell yes!

"Thanks," I responded. "That'll be great."

"Great!" He tried to curb his enthusiasm but then he noticed my dick and couldn't help himself from grinning. "Follow me."

The sexy lumberjack hurriedly zipped himself up and waddled a little as he turned around, shoving his deflating cock into his pants. I couldn't help but watch his juicy ass as he went.

"That must not have been enough," mused Anodyne. "Are you sure sex with other men is your greatest desire?"

"It's not just sex, Dyne," I responded softly, making sure Scott couldn't hear me. Though given the sexual high the hairy man was riding, I doubt he was paying attention. "When I was blowing him, his dick grew."

"Is that not natural?"

"No." Though I had to wonder who else the tattoo had advised where growing dick after full erection was natural. "It was undoubtedly hot but I think it's only a small part of the whole fantasy. We'll have to see where it goes."

The tattoo was silent for along moment and only started speaking when I started padding forward to follow Scott.

"Very well. Be careful. Perhaps the broad criteria of your inner most desires might actually be a detriment. Don't lose yourself in the lust, Duke Gray. This is a time for restraint not indulgence."

I couldn't deny that. Especially since there was one nagging question that gnawed at the back of my mind.

Was Scott actually gay... or did my curse make him gay?

?

'Cabin' was a modest description of the home where Scott lived. For a doomsday prepper, he was... well... prepared. The two-story wooden home was situated in a serene clearing right next to a modestly sized river - about eight feet wide and looked to at least come up to my ankles. That'd probably translate up to someone's knees. A waterwheel had been constructed right next to the river and attached to a generator. Solar panels were placed on the rooftops made from slanted wooden logs. A windmill lazily rotated near the back of the home. There was a large water tank attached to the house, nearly as tall as the entire structure that looked like it both collected rainwater and filtered some from the river as well. A large section of the clearing was devoted to Scott's garden. Given that it was fall, no flowers were in bloom. Contrasting against the mostly natural appearance of the self-sustained homestead, there was a satellite dish placed out in the front right next to the gravel driveway as well a few radio antennas stuck to the top of the roof. Wires and cables led to a basement where I guessed the generator was placed that powered the entire house. There was even what looked like a hatch to a bunker off to the side.

He really was prepared.

"This is me," Scott announced, heading up to the front door. He told me to follow his steps precisely as he had laid out traps along the gravel driveway that would entrap anyone that wasn't aware. The large French doors were protected by a wire mesh screen that didn't take away from their grandeur. If it weren't for the presence of barbed wire along the rims of the bayview windows and jagged metal stakes placed around the perimeter of the property, the place would have looked quite welcoming.

"It looks like a fortress," I commented.

"Can never be too prepared," Scott grunted, moving up to the thick padlock keeping the front door shut. I had to duck under the porch rooftop just to make it up the two steps onto the wood platform. "I bought the property from this rich asshole that had the place built as a winter cabin but never had the time to use it. I think he left it alone for ten years. Nature reclaimed the roads leading up to it and since no one maintained the property, it was almost overgrown."

"Did you build the bunker yourself?"

Scott fumbled for the keys, appearing a little flustered as he struggled to find which one unlocked the padlock amongst the dozen or so keys that hung on his keyring. "Nah. Came with the place apparently. Used to be some sort of military bunker that got abandoned after World War 2. Put up for auction a long while back. The asshole I mentioned bought this site because of the bunker. Said it'd up the property value." Scott let out a loud guffaw. "It actually made the place cheaper."

I could imagine why. Who would want a haunted World War 2 bunker in their backyard out in the middle of the woods apart from a doomsday prepper?

"Ah!" announced the woodsman as a satisfying click erupted from the door. "Here we go." He slid open the metal grating and only took a few seconds to unlock the actual front door. "Welcome to my place."

Being as tall as I was, I still had to duck under the front door to enter. There was something hot about having to shuffle sideways to fit inside as well but the last thing I wanted was to get stuck in the door because by 18-inch boner wouldn't get past the door frame. Once I was through, I got a glimpse the workings of Scott's mind. Cases of ammo, cans of preserved food and quite a few guns were scattered about propped against walls, just lying on the floor and sometimes even stacked up to the ceiling. This man had obviously been stockpiling all of this stuff for a while. Posters and warnings about the impending apocalypse were also mounted on the walls. Sayings such as 'Always Be Prepared' and 'Remember: Essentials Only' and 'You Can Never Be Ready' left an ominous vibe hanging in the air.

He led me into the lounge room which was mostly minimalistic. In front of the fireplace was a three-seater couch that was _barely_big enough to fit my size. I sincerely doubted I could fit on it but when Scott sat down and nodded at the seat next to him, I decided to take my chances. Despite being over a thousand pounds, the couch somehow managed to hold my weight. It protested, groaned and creaked like a cow giving birth but it somehow held its own. Sure I had to stretch out my legs and the backrest barely made it up halfway my back but I was sitting... sort of.

Scott was pushed up all the way to the side and all I could do was blush and apologize.

"Woolsey," he suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"It's my last name. Scott Woolsey."

I gave him the faintest of smiles as I tried to find a happy medium between sitting down and not crushing his bones against the armrest. Draping one leg over the other helped and it provided a modicum of modesty by hiding my oversized genitals. "Aren't you afraid I'm some sort of demon that'll suck out your soul now that you've given me your name?"

"You've already sucked me off. I don't think my real name will do much better than that."

I let out a snorting laugh; a weird sound caught between a snore, laugh and snort. Damnit. Even in this form I have that stupid laugh. "You're taking this awfully well all things considered."

"Again. You sucked me off and didn't bite off my dick or rape me so I figure you're a decent guy." Scott smiled up at me. "I'm also inclined to believe your story. Might be in shock that curses are real or that magic is real but right now, I'm feeling kind of mellow about it all."

The curse might have been the one to cause such a reaction and given I hadn't reverted back to human form, I guessed it was still active. Though I don't remember any of my desires compelling a man to be so amicable when meeting the sexy beast of his dreams. Hell, most if not all of my fantasies involve some sort of internal struggle between lust and common sense. Maybe this was just how Scott is. Living for so long fearing the apocalypse and preparing for it must have developed a sort of thick skin towards disasters and crises.

"How long have you been living out here?" I asked.

"About six years. I left my job at the lumberyard to live out here and prepare for the Internet Apocalypse."

"And when is this Apocalypse meant to happen?"

"2056," he said confidently. "Because by that year, we will finally be able to break 256-bit encryption and when that happens, hackers in the world are going to bring down the Internet."

That was... both sophisticated and far-fetched at the same time.

"What do you think will happen afterwards?" I glance around the cabin. "I mean, you can't expect to repopulate the human race from here, right?"

"I've got my radio station." He pointed in the direction of the study. "When the Apocalypse happens, I'll wait the standard six months for all the chaos to die down and then start broadcasting my location to survivors. By then, any looters and anarchist will have exhausted their food supplies and either die trying to reach here to kill each other in the attempt. True survivors will find safe haven here and we will begin building a new society."

There's a 'standard' to all of this?

"I'm glad I ran into you then," I laughed softly. "If ever there was anyone prepared to deal with my situation, it'd be you."

He let out a nervous laugh. "I was prepared for society to be brought down by man's hubris and dependence on technology. Not from the magical appearance of a smoking hot beast like yourself." This time, the slip of the tongue came form him. We still both blushed and averted our gaze from one another. "Sorry... It's been lonely here for six years. Without another person for companionship or even access to porn... I've been kind of pent up... Thanks for... you know..."

"Trust me, it was my pleasure," I chuckled. "I was in the closet for over a decade before I started cruising when I got to college. I'm still not out to my parents and immediately family. I know about being blue balled." Just to add to the joke, I made a gestured towards the balls which were now covered in blue fur.

"I just never thought of myself being attracted to men, that's all," admitted Scott.

"Don't worry about labels. There is no label to describe getting a blow job from a college student cursed to look like this..." I gestured at myself again. For the first time, I noticed the green smears of grass and dirt on my knees and paws. "Speaking of which, do you have a shower or bathroom or something? I think I need a shower."

"I've got an outdoor shower around back. Use as much water as you want. The tank there is taken from the river and is separate from our drinking water. Just mind that it'll get cold."

"Thanks."

I got off the couch, conscious of how the furniture sighed in relief when free of my weight. Scott's gaze followed my ass as I left the lounge. Even when I was out in gay bars, I had to fight and flirt a hell of a lot to get some ass. If I could muster the courage, that is. Having someone watch me with that lusty gaze was something else... and totally something I would never benefit from normally. It really was like I was playing out my fantasies in reverse. I would be the catalyst for others to enjoy the things that had me getting hard in the middle of the night and shooting ropes of cum into my hand.

Again, there was that pang of jealousy; that bitter feeling on my tongue and acidic bile in my stomach. No simple shower would be enough to curb this vile heat burning my chest. The majesty of nature and Scott's beautiful - if well-armed - home provided a degree of solace and I was lured to roam the grounds before searching for that outdoor shower.

Surrounded as it was by these towering trees, the chill air rustled the leaves around the clearing. Waves of shivering grass rolled across the clearing. The afternoon light, caught behind gray overcast muted the heat while letting silvery bands of sun to shimmer between the branches. Picturesque was the best way to describe such a scene.

Movement from the corner of my eye brought my attention to a nearby window. I peered into the kitchen where Scott moved towards the marble counter, his back to me. Curiously, he rested his big, hairy hands on the counter, slouched his shoulders and seemed to be in deep thought, finding the patterns on the table infinitely fascinating. He didn't move for about a minute before he ran a hand down his face.

My keen ears picked up a peculiar sound; a chorus of stretching rubber with undertones of an inflating balloon and high notes of thawed, red meat rubbing together. His huge hand gripped the edge of the counter. Right before my eyes, his fingers expanded. Starting from the knuckles, mass was added to each fingerbone one row at a time. The hair on the back of his hand stood on end for a second before thickening, more follicles emerging from his tanned skin. The sleeves of his plaid shirt retreated from his wrists, thicker, hairier forearms quickly filling the fabric. His shoulders shuddered and as he threw his head back, staring at the roof, I watched his traps expand, the shirt on his back visibly stretching with great effort. The hem of his shirt rode up his already broad back, revealing the shirt beneath and drawing my eyes to his bubble butt. The muscle of his glutes broadened, widening in his jeans and straining the denim. Coupled with expanding thighs, his jeans visibly stretched, strands of the faded fabric along the back of his knees becoming unwound.

Fuck that was hot.

"Cool down,"_warned Anodyne, snapping me back from the sight. _"I see what you see and I can't tell if your own arousal is the catalyst for his change but you need to control yourself."

Between my legs, my canine member was halfway out of its sheath.

"I thought you wanted me to indulge?" I asked, my eyes drawn back to Scott's shuddering mass. "Won't getting him to grow and fuck me be a good thing for me?"

"You already found yourself with his engorged and still growing penis in your throat and pleasure erupting from your loins not too long ago. That did nothing to revert your current form. We need to reassess your situation. Others were either able to revert back to their original forms or curb the effects of their curse after finding themselves receiving the desires that they had been deprived of. You supposedly just had that and clearly, you are still affecting those around you. So either what you did with Scott Woolsey was not enough or you were not honest with me."

Honesty. Back to that theme. If I had just been honest with my friends, been honest with myself, none of this would have ever happened.

Anodyne was just a killjoy.

"Fine," I growled and begrudgingly went back to looking for the shower. "You're really blue-balling me, Dyne."

True to Scott's word, there was indeed an outdoor shower in rear of the house. Miraculously, it was big enough to fit me. The tall, wooden walls reached up to the second floor of the structure likely for privacy reasons. The floor had been made out of cobblestone which felt nice and cool against the pads of my paws. The first section of the shower was where one could get undressed. Given I wasn't wearing any clothes, I shut the door behind me and moved into the shower proper. The shower head was positioned above me like an enormous watering can and with the pull of a chain, cool water rained down on me, killing whatever arousal I may have had.

It took a few seconds for the water to make it through my fur and finally onto my skin. It was an alien feeling but not too strange. In many of my fantasies I had often wondered what it would be like to be a werewolf and what grooming or maintenance of such an enormous, muscled body. On some level, now I knew. The cool water drizzled into my right ear, a soft metallic clanging rising from the impact. I immediately ran my fingers over the large, lupine ears.

"Huh, you kept my earrings," I said.

Anodyne let out a thoughtful hum. "In my experience, you humans put great sentimental value in the various forms of body modification you undertake. Those three earrings seemed significant so I didn't let them get consumed by the curse when you transformed."

Three stud earrings, each one embedded with colored glass to make it look like a jewel, one red, one green and the other clear. Supposedly its meant to be a ruby, emerald and diamond respectively but I'm a poor college kid and youngest out of a family of boys. I was not going to get earrings made out of precious gems.

"If you do not mind me asking," Anodyne continued, "what significance do they have?"

Knowing where they were, even if I didn't see them, I could now place a finger against each earring in turn as it made it up my ear. "The red one represents my hothead father who always put a lot of value of familial blood. The green one is my older brother who was always pretty easy going and the guy that taught me how to masturbate. The clear one is my eldest brother, someone who was always brutally honest, pretty damn critical of me but at the same time, always transparent."

"I see. I am glad I kept them from being consumed, then."

"Yeah. I'm glad you did." I began absently rubbing the water into my fur. "If you had the power to keep them, why didn't you... I dunno... do more? Not that I'm ungrateful."

"A fair question. When a spell or a curse backfires, the magical energies that was used to cast the spell often goes haywire. It is raw, unbridled energy that has no sentience of its own but must follow certain rules. Think of it as a flood. The water will naturally follow the laws of physics but it will find any route to follow those laws be it through existing structures, through forests or regardless of who stands in its way. Spirits such as myself, however, have a limited ability to redirect those energies."

"How did you do that with me?"

"Instead of letting the curse take your wristband, I had those energies go into your genitals, making them much bigger. To preserve your anklet, I had it add to your muscle mass. Your additional height was a result of keeping your earrings. Keeping your nipple piercing meant that your feet were more bestial in stance."

"You couldn't have kept me from being thrown into another state?"

"That... was not me... or the curse."

I froze and stared at where Anodyne was currently curled up against my bicep. "What?"

"I must preface my confession with the fact that I am only conscious when you are conscious. With that said, I can resolutely tell you that the magical energies did not, in any way, transport you the many miles between where the ritual was conducted and where you awoke."

My heart plummeted. If that was the case, then it would mean that... My friends took the effort to dump me here.

No. I refused to believe it. There had to be another explanation. It would take days to drive from Alaska, through Canada and into Washington state. Not to mention any border security they'd have to pass while hauling a one tonne furry bull-lion-wolf hybrid.

"I'll sort that out when I meet them again," I reasoned. "No use getting angry about it now."

"A good approach. Keep that level head and be aware of your own body. We need to figure out what it is that is affecting Scott that we can reflect onto you so that it will satisfy your desires and return to normalcy."

And here I thought just giving a guy a blowjob with a fat cock that could choke me while I drank straight from the tap was a satisfying fantasy. Though, in retrospect, I had to question why my blowjob would make Scott's cock and balls grow. The curse wouldn't be that accommodating.

My mind drifted as I let the cool water wash over me. I solemnly swore that I would never get so drunk again that I'd actually attempt a ritual without fully knowing the consequences. Hell, I'd never attempt any ritual, period!

Questions and worrying scenarios swirled about in my head. What were Warren, Joey, Cave and Hugh up to? What did they do after the ritual failed and I got turned into this? Were they looking for me?

... were they the ones that left me here?

My thoughts were interrupted from the depressing spiral when I turned around and saw Scott standing a few feet away, cock tenting his pants.

"Scott!" I exclaimed.

"I just..." he mumbled, his voice raspy from a dry throat. He swallowed loudly, unabashedly appraising my body. "... wanted to know if... if you were hungry..."

Having him look at me like that, with barely contained desire in his eyes, stirred a confidence in me that I had only ever utilized in hazy fantasies. Placing a paw on my eight-pack abs and slowly tracing my fingers over them, I said, "I'm always hungry for some grade-A, well-prepared beef."

God, that was corny.

"Duke..." Anodyne warned.

Scott was blushing, his cheeks turning almost the same color as his reddish beard. "I... We just..."

"So?" I taunted. "You've been out here alone for six years, right? No contact with anyone else? One orgasm isn't going to make up for all of that time lost."

"Duke, you need to rein it in,"_snapped my sentient tattoo. "_Just being here is affecting him! You need to put as much distance from him as possible!"

There was a part of me that knew that Dyne was right. That I was putting Scott's life in jeopardy. Then, there was the eighteen-inch monster between my legs and the supporting grapefruit-sized balls that had been repressed for the better part of my life that screamed to get down with the hot doomsday prepper. That part was screaming the loudest.

"I've had contact with other guys," Scott said, suddenly defiant. "My buddy Barry comes to check on me sometimes."

I couldn't help but snort a laugh.

"What?" he growls, suddenly agitated. At least his libido seems to have deflated.

"Just wondering what parents in this day and age name their kid 'Barry'."

"It's short for Bartholomew and..." A smile tugs at the corners of Scott's lips. "Yeah, not many parents name their kids that. Still, Barry is a decent guy. He's a little older than my 34."

Older guy, bear physique and living alone in the woods all lonely and in desperate need of company. Hell yes.

"Maybe you should invite him over so we can have a threeway?"

"He's not - I mean... I'm not..." Scott trailed off, his eyes filled with confusion. "What is happening to me...?"

Urgh, that's a hit to the gut with a fist full of painful memories.

I step out from underneath the shower, the water still running and my fur dripping wet. My big paws gently close around his broad shoulders, squeezing hard enough to keep him in place but not hard enough that it hurt him. "Take it from someone who has struggled with his sexuality for most of his life. Set aside all the bullshit about religion, societal norms and familial pressure. Ask yourself, 'what will make me happy?' and go from there."

Maybe I should've asked myself that before I performed that goddamn ritual.

"I don't know what'll make me happy," confessed Scott. "But I know what I want right fucking now."

"And what's that?"

Without warning, he threw his arms around my neck and leapt up to me, curling his legs around my waist and pressing his lips against mine. The shock of the impact sent me stumbling back into the shower, the drizzling, cool rain drenching us both. One would think that the sudden shock of cold would kill our erections but it only seemed to emphasize the raging heat in our groins. His tongue savagely explored my muzzle, fumbling to find a way past my lupine lips and avoiding cutting his tongue on my lips. There was a bit of inexperience and hesitation there as well and I'll confess that I was unused to how my muzzle worked. But again, there was this... stroke of inspiration, I guess you could call it, that suddenly taught me how to use my muzzle to best of my abilities. I twisted my head to the side and clamped my jaws around his face, my fangs digging lightly into his cheeks without breaking the flesh. My tongue could then shoot straight into his mouth, the flexible, flat organ going spelunking for his tonsils. The moan he let out as I took control sent shudders throughout both our bodies.

I grabbed his meaty thighs to make sure he was secure around me. To add extra support for his body, my own erection shot up like a rocket, all eighteen inches of red-hot canine meat wedging him against me. As if feeling my cock, there was a loud ripping noise that erupted from the seat of his pants. He gasped, tearing his lips away from me and turning his head towards the sky, the shower raining down water directly into his face. I reached up from his thighs, my fingers finding the wide divide where the seat of his pants had split apart to reveal his tight briefs. I growled into his neck and dug my claws against his briefs. It was easy to find purchase and even easier to tear the fabric free so that his hairy ass could finally press against my throbbing meat.

"Oh fuuuuuck..." he moaned. "I need you... I need you in me..."

I purred, nuzzling his neck. My tongue snaked out between my lips and lapped at his neck. The gently brush of his beard tickled my taste buds. "You need a bit of growing to do before you can take me, big guy."

On cue, his entire body throbbed and another moan rose from his lips. His thighs bulged, their grip around my waist tightening. The denim across his quads tore and splintered, tiger stripes of flesh showing between across his legs. He kicked off his boots just as his toes tore new holes out of his thick, wool socks. With the added weight, he pushed me back a few steps, allowing his partially bare feet to press up against the rear of the shower. The increased pressure on his legs caused his calves to throb. His jeans tore at the hems as big, hairy calves bulged out of the fabric.

A whimper left his lips. Somehow, I knew that this came from the pressure of his engorged dick begging for release. I tore my paws from his meaty ass and grabbed his belt. My forearms and biceps bulged and in one, easy movement, I tore the leather off his belt and ripped what was left of his jeans off his body.

"Fuuuuuck!" he moaned, his cock poking free of the fly of his briefs, balls bouncing against my abs joyfully. "I'm... I'm... I'm getting harder!"

He wasn't lying. I could feel his cock growing longer with each desperate thrust. It slipped up from where my belly button was, sliding up the valley of my abdominal muscles until it was a long, fat foot-long sausage that was leaking precum like a faucet to the point that even the constant storm of water from the shower couldn't completely keep up. My paws rested against his ass once more, massaging his cheeks apart so that he could feel my throbbing need as close to his hole as possible without penetration.

Another moan rose from his throat and he pulled me closer to him. His spine cracked and popped. He grit his teeth together, leaning a little to the left. Muscles bulged against his right shoulder, his traps rising to swallow up his neck and his deltoid bulging out against his soaking, plaid jacket. I leaned towards that part of his neck, running my tongue along that hot muscled slope until my fangs found purchase on the collar of his jacket. I guided it off his shoulder and he shrugged that side off.

"Oooh... Oooh noooo..." he moaned and threw his head to the right. His left shoulder surged and his plaid jacket dropped to the ground with a wet slap. For a second, he pulled away from him, looking down at his heaving much bigger chest and the hairy forest that shot out from the black shirt beneath. His gaze drifted up to me, our faces now just about level. His eyes asked 'what's happening to me?' for all of a second.

Our lips collided, his left hand running through my mane and pulling my head towards him. His right reached behind him and gripped the length of my cock. With every one of his thrusts, he pulled up along my abdominal muscles and his hand slid up my dick. Then when he fell back down, feeling the base of my knot against his ass, his hand similarly followed. Savagery and hunger exploded from our tongues. Though mine probed his throat, his own sparred with mine like a fencer playing defensively. Heat and passion rose from our bodies that it was possible to imagine the water around us turning to steam with just how hot our bodies were running.

The moans he was letting out grew louder and louder in intensity. His thrusts increased in pace, his body vibrating with barely contained passion. He broke our kiss momentarily, his teeth gripping my bottom lip before he threw he head back, a wide smile on his face while his eyes were firmly shut.

"Fuck yes!"

Just like before, I felt my balls suddenly grow heavy with cum. The seed just appeared out of nowhere and filled my sac that I almost fell over with their sudden appearance and weight. All at once, that seed came shooting up my cock, the speed of the pressure build-up and release going so fast I could've gotten whiplash. A deep snarl rose from my throat. Sensing my impending orgasm, Scott pulled me against his neck and I firmly bit down on his meaty neck, being sure not to break the skin. He screamed. Hot lumberjack man seed poured into the valleys of my abdominals. My own cum exploded out of my pointed cock and slammed into the closed door of the shower. There was enough force of my orgasm that it blew the door wide open.

Our bodies convulsed against one another, shuddering from the aftershocks of our simultaneous orgasm. My mind was reeling, buzzing with an ecstasy that left my toes curling and my claws raking across the stone ground. But it was short-lived. Because the moment I started coming down from that high, the moment when Scott started lowering himself onto the ground, my elation came crashing down like a meteorite striking the earth with an impact just as immense.

Why did we cum at the same time? The first time would have be coincidence. Hell, pornstars can't even cum at the same time without careful editing. But twice in rapid succession? There was also the lead up to the explosive orgasm. Sure, I was aroused but I came so powerfully, so strongly and so suddenly.

I was dancing to someone else's tune. Living out my fantasy through them but as a secondary character; as the catalyst but not the protagonist. That was what was missing. That was why I couldn't be satisfied with what was happening. All the good stuff was happening to Scott and we were cumming on his schedule.

If I was ever to regain my human form, I needed to take back control.

"Wow..." Scott panting, bringing me back to reality, that dopey smile was still on his face though his eyes were starting to clear up. "I... I've never done that before... never felt like this before."

Every inch of my being wanted to taunt him, to seduce him further, to press him into opening himself up and further triggering his homosexual awakening. That would be what I would want to hear if I were in his shoes. So how could I reverse this to become my fantasy again?

"Gay really suits you," I commented, pulling at the chain again to end the shower of water. I then gestured at his body. "Pretty soon, you'll be able to take me."

There, Scott's eyes widened. For the first time, he noticed he was now at eye-level with my collarbone. He had to be almost seven feet tall. It was cute watching him run his hands over his thick forearms and then flex his immense, vascular biceps and poking the hairy mounds to make sure they where real. His hands roved over his thick, hairy chest, following that muscle-gut of his and the deflating foot-long cock that hung between his meaty legs.

"What's happening to me?" he asked. He gave me a puzzled look. "Am... Am I turning into you?"

Clone sex was hot but I sincerely doubted that was the scenario here. Every one of my fantasies were compartmentalized in placed in my brain. I had a tier list of my kinky that I reviewed constantly. The whole gay awakening thing was probably at the bottom. D-Tier. Mostly because it was one of the slowest to get to the good stuff and was filled with mushy shit that could border on the cliche. No question it was still fucking hot when a big macho guy like Scott suddenly realized he liked dick but the scenario just hit way too close to home at time and reminded me that I wasn't out to my family yet.

So at the bottom of the list.

Now the question was, how could I elevate this to S-tier?

"Gonna be honest with you, Scott," I answered at length. "I honestly don't know what's happened to me or what's happening to you. It's fucking hot, though. I love feeling you grow and change. Hell, I'm looking forward to feeling you change and shift around my cock. But I don't want to pressure you into anything. I also won't deny that what's happening is probably because of us being so close to one another. If you want me to go..."

"No!" he cried immediately, holding up his hands. "I just... I mean... Don't go." He offered a weak smile. "What's happening is pretty amazing. I'll help you figure this out. I promise."

"Thanks."

Scott hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "Come on. I'll prepare lunch for us and we can dry off by the fire and try and figure this out."

"Let me finish getting cleaned up." I gestured at the smear of cum on my abs. "You left a bit of a mess on me."

He laughed and happily padded out of the shower, completely naked and barefoot, clearly not caring about his nudity now that he was a hell of a hunk.

Once he was gone, Anodyne pounced. "What are you doing?"

"Trying something," I responded softly, turning on the shower again. Once the sound of falling droplets could hide my voice, I continued. "I figured that this scenario is playing out like one of my fantasies. The gay awakening one."

"Explain."

It was one of my earlier fantasies when I had first come to terms with being attracted to men. As I hurriedly explained to Anodyne, I always had imagined my coming out to be this big, dramatic scene where a dark, confident man swooped me off my feet and taught me how to accept my own sexuality and opened my mind to the life of a gay man. It was sappy, romantic and a little kinky at the same time as the dark stranger - currently played by me - awakened something primal in the closeted analogue of myself, a role which Scott now inadvertently played.

"The story was always about me," I said. "In this case, Scott. It's about Scott's awakening. About his sexual experiences. His troubles. The role I'm playing is just a glorified sex doll. So I'm going to try and milk this for what it's worth and feed the curse."

"That makes sense,"_Anodyne responded. _"But how?"

"Somehow, the curse is changing Scott too. Have you noticed that he's gotten significantly bigger?"

"Yes. It's the same thing that happened to other victims of the curses I've experienced. They became more and more like the originator of the curse. I've explained this before."

"Right. But what you don't know is..." I grinned savagely. "... that's a huge, fucking turn-on."

?

Scott wasn't a really good cook. His focus was just on getting as much nutrition as he could from what little he could hunt or stockpile while using as little resources as possible. The meal, which was really just a late lunch, was some venison and vegetables cooked in what little fat said venison could afford. Not a five-star meal but my stomach was growling at me so I didn't quite care. Eating at the table Scott had in the dining room was impossible given my increased size and Scott didn't want to leave me alone so he suggested we eat on the couch.

"You sure that's smart?" I asked as we carried our plates to the lounge.

"I'm not afraid of a few stains," he answered with a shrug. With his old clothes drenched from our careless lovemaking, he had retreated to the second floor and found something to wear. That consisted of a simple, black tank top that left his midriff exposed due to the large roid-gut that had developed there and a pair of briefs that had retreated so far up his thighs that they might as well be a thong.

I, on the other hand, was wearing nothing but my fur.

"No. I was more talking about how the closer you are to me, the more likely you'll turn into a beast." For emphasis, I lifted my right arm and flexed it at him. His eyes bulged and he licked his lips. "Though going to admit. I think you'd be fucking sexy with some fur on you."

That wasn't a lie. It was also threading the needle between the guy that was horny for watching guys grow and transform and the cocky, seductive, overly hormonal beast that was a walking reverse-conversion-therapy center.

We sat down on the couch and began eating. The venison was tough and a little burnt and the vegetables were a little underdone. Salt was the primary source of flavor but after the first few bites, I realized just how little I had eaten in however long it was since I was knocked out. Scott's cum was not a good substitute.

Through a muzzle-full of food, I said, "Might be fun, you know. Staying out here. Just you and me. Two huge, sexy beasts, living off the earth. No one around to judge us. Fucking under the moonlight like absolute beasts."

Again, not a lie. None of the scenarios that I had ever concocted in my mind had ever reached the 'conclusion'. Orgasm had always ended such fantasies before I could ever get that far. I was making this up as I went along but in this particular scenario, I could imagine Scott and I alone in this forest together, exploring one another's bodies, both of us comfortable in our sexualities because there was no one to judge us, apocalypse or no. Even if we were no longer human, the absence of other humans would mean that I wouldn't have to worry about infecting anyone else.

"What about repopulating the Earth after the Apocalypse?" he asked.

I waggled my eyebrows at him, showing that confidence that I never had pre-curse."I notice you said 'repopulating the Earth' and not 'humankind.'" I leaned towards him, sticking out my tongue tauntingly. "What makes you think we can't repopulate together? I mean, when you think about it, my curse is turning you into a beast like me. Maybe that's all we need to do? When the shit hits the fan, we go around, walking into the devastated streets of Seattle, turning everyone around us into sexy fucking monsters with libidos make a nuclear apocalypse look like a fucking bonfire."

His cheeks burned and he averted his gaze, trying to find fascination with his half-finished meal. But I could tell he was seriously considering it. Not going to lie, that kind of scenario was actually pretty damn hot. Still D-Tier to me, though. Too much plot, not enough porn. But it served my purposes. I was getting hard all over again thinking about it and now that the thought was in his mind...

"We wouldn't be human..." he whispered. "We'd be superhuman. Put an end to everything that fucked up mankind in the first place. No more reliance on technology and social media. Actually learn things. Important things."

Too much plot.

"Hell yeah," I growled, leaning towards him, licking his ear gently. He squirmed but didn't shy away. "You can teach our pups how to chop wood, how to hunt and make use of every inch of their beastly bodies. And me...? Well, I'll turn them into beast."

Then his eyes witched to me, a bit of concern in his eyes. "By fucking them?"

Uh-oh. This is the part of the scenario where the closeted gay guy questions the preconception that all gay men were promiscuous whores that'd sleep with anyone that had a pulse. Professing that he was special wouldn't cut it. We just met less than three hours ago and already fucked twice. Confessing that I'd fuck anyone - which wasn't true - would not only be lying but also break his heart and send him careening back into the closet.

This needed tact.

"Would you believe that before all this, I was shy, small and probably the last person a hot stud like you would ever be interested in?"

"What makes you think I wouldn't be interested?" he countered slyly.

Well played, Scott Woolsey. Well played.

"True but you probably wouldn't even see me," I chortled. "It took me three months of going to a local gay bar, hanging out in my car and waiting in there for over two hours before I eventually grew a pair and went to the door. Even then, I didn't go in! That took another month."

The tenseness in his eyes loosened as he laughed. "Seriously?"

"Honest to god truth," I responded, holding up my paw. "When I finally did manage to go in, I never ordered a drink or hit on anyone. I made a concerted effort not to be noticed. Hell, the third week of making it inside, someone talked to me."

"That's big!"

"I thought so too. They said I was cute and invited me to dance. I told them I had a paper in the morning and left. I was lying. I was just pissing my pants because I was so damn scared. From then on, whenever I visited, I made sure I kept moving." I made a motion of pushing my fingers forward in a flat line. "If you're constantly moving, no one will zero in on you that you're the odd wallflower and try to talk to you."

"Don't you run the risk of running into someone by 'accident'?"

"Oh totally. But after having done enough laps of the bar, I found the perfect route. I had waypoints and pit stops where I'd stop and hang around, looking busy on my phone before being on the move again."

"Then what was the point?"

A question I had asked myself multiple times. Why did I go to Yesman's if I wasn't aiming to meet someone, get drunk or even dance?

"I guess by then, it was just habit," I said with a shrug. "Every Thursday from six to eight. Arrive late enough that most of the clientele were guys fresh off work and were just settling in for a drink but leave early enough that the regulars who are confident enough to pick up a total stranger aren't on the prowl."

"Sounds lonely."

"Yeah," I sighed. "It was. Hell, I was this close" - I held up a finger and my thumb about an inch away from one another - "from going up to the bartender and asking for a soda. Then all this happened." I waved at my entire body, making sure that he followed my fingers over my big, blue muscles. "I guess my point is, I'm not about to go around sleeping with just anyone. Seems to me my curse will affect anyone regardless of if cum is spilled or not. I'm going to admit, I got swept up in the moment." I threw him a lopsided smile. "You're a wet dream come true, Scott. The fact that you'd let me suck you off and throw yourself at me like that... Well..." I turned away, heat rising to my cheeks. I had to wonder if my blush could be visible through my fur. "... let's just say you also helped 'awaken' me a little."

Again, not a lie. I wasn't even sure if my curse was what made me so confident and extroverted or it was just because Scott was leaping at my bones at every opportunity but there was no denying the effect he had on me.

"I still promised you that we'd find a cure for your curse," Scott said. "So I guess let's not go fantasizing about an apocalypse where you turn every remaining human into a sex-crazed monster. For all we know, you_'re_the Beast of the Apocalypse and you were sent here before I have to be the one to stop you."

"How's that going?" I jabbed sarcastically.

A small smile touched his lips as he regarded his half-eaten food. "Gonna admit that so far, I'm probably not up in the leader boards. Though it's also made me question a few things."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like if being gay is such a bad thing."

I tilted my head to the side, turning my ears towards him. "Oh yeah? Were you always gay?"

He wasn't. In fact, Scott Woolsey had always maintained that he was asexual for the majority of his 34-years of age. From an early age, he had always feared the end of the world. Growing up in a household built around religious fear and the assumption that mankind is inherently doomed, he had grown up believing that humans were corrupt and dirty. His parents were constantly preparing for the end of the world with prayers and making preparations for the rapture. It had instilled this perspective in Scott that humanity was beyond salvation and the one thing they really needed was a good purge.

"That's what got you to move out here in the woods and bulk a self-sustaining bunker?" I asked.

"Sort of," he laughed. "I was actually an average guy working at a gym. One of the heavy trainers. I trained huge guys that wanted to be powerlifters."

That I could definitely see. I could also see Scott yelling at me to 'push harder' as I railed him over and over again, denigrating me for not thrusting hard enough or cumming too soon because he wasn't yet satisfied then sending me to the showers, calling me a little bitch and ploughing me under the water while forcing me to drink foul protein shakes mixed with drops of his cum.

...

Fucking hell, what is wrong with me?

Thankfully, I could lower my plate over my crotch to hide my growing erection.

"My friends and more sane family members were telling me to find a place and settle down," Scott admitted. "I found this place by chance. I guess it just called out to me. I knew I had to buy it and when I did, I just poured all my energy to it. Didn't have time to even think of sex."

I held up two fingers. "That doesn't answer what you did before you found this place. I mean, the moment I was legally of age, I was nutting as much as I could because I felt my balls were going to explode. Not much has changed, honestly. Secondly, didn't you at least masturbate?"

Scott shook his head miserably. "My parents just kept telling me that mankind wasn't worth saving. That we are flawed and I shouldn't waste my energies spilling my seed or producing more offspring for what is inherently a doomed species. It wasn't until later that I realized they were hypocritical bullshit-artists. I mean, they had me, didn't they?" He wrung his big, hairy hands miserably. "As for jacking off...? I was just too busy, really. This place needed_a lot_ of work. I'm basically up from dawn to tend to the garden before going off hunting and checking my traps. If not any of those, I'm checking my preserves to make sure they're okay, butchering anything I've caught so that it can be preserved or doing maintenance around the place so it can withstand a nuclear blast."

"I'm not putting you behind schedule, am I?"

He laughed softly. "You're kind of... extraordinary. My schedule can wait."

Guess he can be a bit of a charmer as well.

"I'm sorry," he laughed softly. "I'm honestly not good with this flirting stuff..."

"You were flirting?" I taunted and he elbowed me lightly. "Honestly, man. Considering you let me suck your dick and rub your naked body all over me without question while also letting me into your home despite looking the way that I am, you don't need to apologize for anything. You could ask to shit down my throat and I'd let you for how much you're doing for me."

He inched away from me. "Are you into that sort of thing?"

"Oh no. God no." I lifted a paw before closing it into a fist and pressing them against my lips, trying to keep my lunch down. "There are some lines I won't cross. No pissing. No dying. No shitting. There are a few other things but those are the major ones."

"Good to hear," he huffed, easing back into comfort beside me. "So tell me about how you got into this mess."

I gave him the cliff notes of my situation, purposefully avoiding any mention of Anodyne. When questioned about how I knew about the specifics of my curse, I just gave him evidence of what was happening to him. Confessing how it was my dream to make it with a hot sexy guy like him made him blush but also think along the same lines as Anodyne that I had others_desires apart from just the sex. This led to the conclusion that _I wanted to be one the one growing muscles and transforming. Same thing as I had concluded previously.

"I don't know how I'd be able to make you grow," he admitted. "I'm not even sure how you're making me grow."

"Don't worry too much about it," I answered, waving away his concerns. "I guess I just want to know if... If you're okay with these changes?"

Scott let out a genuine laugh. "Who wouldn't?" He flexed both his arms at me. "I mean, I must've gained fifty pounds of muscle at least! And my dick is huge now!" Just to highlight his point, he reached down and squeezed his barely contained member.

I laughed softly as my libido started to rise again. Jesus Christ, either I was far more fucking horny than I thought or my curse was dragging me back into another porn scenario so soon because I had yet to satiate it. Was that how life was going to be from now on? Any guy I met would suddenly play out my fantasies with me being the dragged in like a comet to a black hole? Would I even be able to walk down the street without being molested?

This really was a curse.

"Be careful where you point that thing." The words were tumbling off my tongue before I could even think of a response. "You might just awaken the beast in me and get yourself cursed."

"Is that such a bad thing?" he taunted, lifting his big, bushy eyebrows at me. "We're going to be the start of a new superhuman race, right? Why the wait?"

Fuck. Ever part of me wanted to jump his bones right now and stick that fat cock in me ass. It took every ounce of resistance in me to say, "Why the rush? You won't be human in the traditional sense. Hell, you might not be human anymore genetically." I held out my paw in front of me. "I don't even know myself." The moment of melancholy passed quickly. With his focus on that paw, I had him mesmerized as brought the massive appendage down onto his cock and gave it a light squeeze. He bucked right into my palms.

"Just like with sex, the build-up is just as important as the actual fucking and the orgasm." I licked my lips as I leaned down towards his neck and lightly nibbled at his artery.

Fuck, I'm out of control.

"If one of the three is unsatisfactory, you'll look back on it with disappointment."

When did that become my philosophy? Honestly, sometimes all I cared about was getting my rocks off. Who cares about the build up if I can hose down the floor with my cum?

"What about the last two times?" he asked.

I gently placed a finger against his chin, guiding his lips towards mind. "Were you satisfied with them?"

"Yeah," he replied firmly.

"Then why are you aching for round three?" He gulped loudly. I slowly lifted my finger off his chin, tensing my muscles there so that a single, black claw jutting out of the tip. "The first time, there was no build-up and the fucking was incredibly quick. You came and it was explosive but I'm guessing that's because you haven't had that much fun in a while."

"Uh-huh..." His eyes were focused on my finger. As I lifted another, his pupils contracted upon it.

"The second time, there was much more fucking even if we didn't actually penetrate one another. The orgasm was just as explosive but the build-up..." I peeled my fingers away from him and flatted my paw horizontally, wiggling it from side to side. "Not much there. So..."

I curled my other arm around his shoulder, drawing him closer as I slowly lowered my paw down towards his thigh, stroking his broad, exposed, hairy flesh slowly. Large as they were, my fingers didn't quite brush his cock. They were close and the heat from his crotch tingled the fur on my fingers but they weren't actually touching.

"Let's build up to it," I cooed, my breath wafting over his face enough that I could see his beard hairs shifting with every word.

"What... what do I do?" he asked.

It was like I was looking into a mirror. Those were the exact words I would have said if I was suddenly met with a hunky monster that told me to take thing slowly and cherish every moment before we fucked and flooded the lounge with our cum.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

Scott bit his lower lip, his blue eyes once again roving my body. His hands slowly rose up and hovered over my pectorals.

"Don't be shy," I told him. "Grab them if you want."

"Duke..." warned Anodyne.

That was all the invitation he needed and he seized my pectorals, forcing me to immediately tense them. The striations of my chest muscles pushed past my blue fur and the downward crest of brown chest hair. His cock spasmed. A spot of precum oozed against his strained briefs.

"I've never wanted something so much in my life," he growled.

"Duke!" cried the sentient tattoo with greater urgency. "Snap out of it!"

"What do you want to do with them?"

His hands roved my chest, the meaty, hairy paw-like appendages unable to fully hold each plate of muscle. Jolts of electric pleasure rocketed up from my downward-facing nipples every time Scott's pinkie fingers brushed against them.

"I want to... I want to..." Scott murmured. "I want to stick my face in between them... I want you to bury me between them... I want to taste them... smell them..."

I gently wrapped my hand against the back of his head. Slowly, I guided his furry face towards my chest. Excitement drove him faster than I expected so I was actually pulling him back more than pushing him between my pectorals. I wanted him to savor every moment, to cherish every second that he was still human before I took it all away.

"Duke! You've got to stop now!"

He buried his face between my chest muscles. I instinctively began bouncing each pectoral one at a time; something I never knew I could do and I was doing it so skillfully like I had been doing bench presses my whole life. He moaned softly into the valley of my chest while I gently massaged the back of his head. His hands reached up, squeezing the edges of my pectorals so that they could squeeze his head all the more. My other hand reached up behind him, sliding down his back and gripping his ass.

"You make me so horny," moaned Scott. "Fuuuuuck... I want you in me so badly..."

Grinning down at the little human, I slipped one of my meaty fingers under the waistband of his briefs, sliding it slowly down his hairy ass crack. "We'll have to work you up to that, won't we? I'm still a little too big for you. Then again, if you were to grow..."

"The curse is reaching critical mass! Whatever you're doing is making it surge!"

Scott lifted his gaze towards me, pulling his face away from my pectorals. Eyes shining with a clarity that I haven't seen in the entire time we had met, he made a single demand.

"Make me grow. Change me into a beast."

"Duke!"

For some reason, that was the only time I Anodyne's voice actually cut through the sexual haze that had clouded my mind and vision. My heart was pounding in my chest as panic set in. Despite this, a savage, predatory grin crossed my features and an unearthly glow began emanating from Anodyne. The serpentine tattoo emitted a brilliant, shimmering glow that phased through each of the colors of the visible spectrum. This light engulfed the entire lounge room, not blinding but more like a soothing aurora around both Scott and I.

Gravity suddenly had no hold on either of us. He lifted off me and I floated off the couch. The grin on my face never faded even though, internally, I was confused and fearful of my lack of control. My paws acted of their own accord as I pulled them away from Scott, allowing him to float a little away from me and remain upright, like two god facing each other with our arms spread out by our sides.

"Duke...?" moaned Scott. "What's happening!? I feel so... so... Uuuurgh!" He groaned, his cock jerking painfully against the tent of his pants. He hadn't cum, yet but he was already on the cusp.

Anodyne let out a scream. The living tattoo peeled off my flesh, shimmering markings floating away from my fur and orbiting the two of us to form a protective perimeter. Red lightning similar to what had crackled the day I had been cursed snapped between each of the segments that made of the guardian while a more subdued, howling wind whipped around us within the circle. The rest of the room was spared from the storm but my fur and his hair were disturbed by the storm.

"Let it build-up, Scott," I cooed, my words not my own. "Enjoy the pressure."

"Uuuuurgh!" he moaned, gripping his own balls. "They're so fuuuuuull!"

My grin grew wider though I didn't know why. My paws moved to the sides of my crotch. Just like that, my cock slid out like a blade slowly being unsheathed; knot and all 18 inches of meat. I used my left paw to grip the base of my member, squeezing droplets of precum out of the tip which I caught between the fingers of my right paw. Each droplet solidified into a crystalline orb, little more than the size of a fingernail and cloudy as cum. The tiny lengths of goo connecting each bead together solidified into black string. Too late did I realize that there was suddenly a bead anklet sitting on my paw - an anklet similar to my own.

Scott twisted in the air, floating with his back parallel to the ground and offering his right foot to me. Without hesitation but with all the gentleness of a masseuse, I slipped the anklet past his foot and around his ankle. The moment I let go, he arched his back and let out a loud, guttural grunt. His foot surged in my grip, pushing my fingers apart as it widened. Each calf muscle bulged and his shins lengthened. His whole body convulsed as an extra foot of height was added to his already impressive and inhuman size. The black tanktop he wore slid up his midriff further until his bulging pectorals and widening back tore through them completely. Shreds of his clothing were thrown off to the sides of the room by the localized storm around us. His briefs were shredded not by his growing cock but by the sheer size of his quads and firm glutes growing.

A deep, almost demonic chortle rose from my throat.

One thought cut through the storm of panic and confusion in my mind: now he was big enough to take me. That thought alone somehow compelled the forces keeping us both suspended to pull Scott towards me. His legs spread open and I grabbed his thighs gently, prying them apart while pulling him towards my aching cock. He was lifted a little higher above me so that he was primed to take my dick.

The instant the tip of my cock brushed up against his virgin hole, a volcanic explosion ripped through both of us. My panic was instantly replaced with lust. Fear was exchanged for a sinister desire to transform the man before me, to rip the humanity from him. Confusion was washed away and certainty to fuck took its place.

There was that deep chuckle again and the first inch of my dick pushed into Scott. He threw his head back, screamed in pleasure while he grit his teeth in an expression caught between a grin of ecstasy and a grimace of pain.

"More!" he pleaded. "Give me more!"

And more I gave him. I pulled out slowly, still in that transition between the build-up and fucking. It was only an inch of cock that I retrieved but it felt like a mile. Pushing back in was a little easier up to that first inch and only another half-inch proceeded past that.

"More!" roared Scott.

I pushed further. Two inches now.

"Fuck! My ass is so hungry for you!" he roared. "Give me more!" He leveled his gaze at me, that grin now turned into one of hunger and a little bit of frustration. He reached down and squeezed my nippled, twisting them hard. "Give me all you've got!"

Now it was my turn to roar as electric jolts of fiery pleasure rocketed down from my nipples, up my cock and propelled me another two inches into him. Thrusting quickly evolved into a rhythmic plowing. We had transitioned from foreplay to fucking.

"Yes! Yes!" Scott grunted, giving my nipples a tweak every time I pulled out to signal when he was ready for another thrust. Each tweak was getting more and more frequent. "More!"

His hunger, his desire. It fueled me. With a wave of my right paw, bands of black leather whipped out of the ether around us. They wrapped around Scott's right wrist, binding together to form a tough wristband not too different from my own. Instead of fangs woven into the band, it looked to be small, uniformly cut twigs. The moment the band snapped close around his wrist -

"Fuck!"

Scott's cock surged upward. The sixteen-inch member slammed against the valley of my chest, squirting precum from its fat length. He grabbed the meaty member and forced it between my pectorals. With each of my thrusts, he likewise shoved his cock in between my pecs. Eight inches of my dick was up his ass easily while four were in my valley.

He let go of his cock with one hand and seized my check roughly. "Is that all you go, bitch!?" he roared. "Fuck me harder! You call yourself a monster!?"

Why was this such a fucking turn-on?

I shoved my cock harder and harder into him, pushing ten inches into his gut while my precum was pouring out of his ass and getting caught up in the storm around us like pellets of rain. All the while, I couldn't stop grinning and letting out that dark, demonic chortle.

My right paw seized the arm molesting my chest while my left waved its fingers through the air. Increasingly thickening precum gathered between my fingers to form a single, golden ring with a leaf motif engraved into the surface. The moment Scott saw it, there was a brief flash of fear in his eyes. Then it was consumed by his lust and he threw his chest up, presenting it to me.

I snapped the nipple ring into his engorged, right nipple. There was no blood. Just a burst of brilliant light. His cry of ecstasy was emphasized by the throbbing of his engorged cock, precum that was already slightly cloudy pouring between my pectorals.

He slammed himself into my cock, pressing his tight ass against my knot. For the first time since we had started fucking around, I actually felt the pressure of orgasm building in my balls of their own accord instead of a sudden eruption to the tune of Scott's pleasure. Excitement surged through me. The mystical phenomenon around me was ignored as it thrust over and over again into Scott, feeling his body change around my dick.

"Do it!" he roared. "Do it, you nasty fucker! Make me a fucking beast!"

"You asked for it," I growled. I lifted my arms. Droplets of sweat and precum swirled around my fingertips, draining away from the sphere of sex around us. Anodyne orbited us faster and faster, a shimmering, serpentine chain. All the liquid coalesced into three glistening orbs hovering over Scott's head. Each of them hardened into silver earrings shaped like... like...

I had to squint to make out the shape.

"Badgers..." I concluded.

Scott was too focused on squeezing his ass around my knot to fully hear what I had said and just moaned louder.

Whatever was possessing swung my arms through the air like a conductor to an orchestra. The three earrings raced through the air, trails of light following their path. To the command of my fingertips, one earring attached itself to the lobe of Scott's left ear. He let out a cry, his ass tightening around my dick. Another snapped to the lobe of his right ear. He slammed down on my knot, squeezing around half the meaty orbs. This time, he didn't pull back to wind up for another thrust. He just kept pushing down. This worked well. The last earring snapped right above his right lobe.

Squish!

And he finally took all eighteen-inches of my cock, knot and all. He threw his head back, eyes unfocused and mouth wide open. The sound of gravel grating against one another cut through the howling of the winds around us. This was followed by the noise of leather stretching and dry grass being flown in the winds. The cacophony of noises all focused on his face.

It started with his ears. Raw and red from being freshly pierced, white hairs sprung from around the earrings, spreading rapidly. Some force pulled his ears up to the top of his head, causing them to broaden and become more circular. Those hairs thickened into a thin, coarse layer of fur that turned black around the base of his ears. That black fur spread all over his face, pushing back the reddish-brown hair at the top of his head.

The entire structure of his face shifted beneath the fur. His lips raced forward, dragging his nose to the tip of the emerging muzzle. The thick beard clung to his new broad features. With his mouth open, it was possible to watch his teeth sharpen and tongue lengthen to fit the new bestial features. He momentarily shut his eyes as his entire skull changed and morphed. When he opened them again, they blazed with a brilliant, blue fire. His roar was earth-shattering.

The combination of white and black fur raced down his neck. Explosions of this fur burst out from all over his body. He turned to his right hand, drawing my gaze to it. Black fur grew out from the back of his hand and when he turned it over, leathery pads grew on his palms. Black claws jutted out from the tips of his fingers. He closed that palm into a fist, plump veins racing down his forearms that were already covered in black fur. That flex showed off his thick biceps that was decorated by a single vein running down its length and the complimented by the dense, reddish-brown armpit hair that contrasted against his black coating.

The curly brown hairs on his chest grew denser, looking lighter than usual with the undercoating of white fur. That only accentuated his thick, plump pectorals all the more. His pink nipples stuck out from the forest of chest hair and fur like two beacons in the night, that golden nipple ring glistening as a flag in the dense forest.

Scott resumed his thrusting. Now that he was able to take my knot, there was nothing stopping him from slipping off the bulbous flesh and spearing himself entirely on it again and again. Each repetition stirred the pressure in my balls, poking the beehive that was buzzing angrily for release.

The black and white fur rushed up from his thighs, his legs and feet likely having been transformed out of my sight. He clung to my waist tighter and a viscous, hungry look entered his eyes. Scott gripped my own nipple ring between his fingers and gave it a light tug, causing me to thrust even harder into him. My cry of pleasure was interrupted by two of his fingers being shoved into my muzzle. He dragged those fingers in and out of my mouth in tandem with my thrusts.

My pumping grew more feverish. I was going to blow any second! I grabbed his ass with both of my paws, holding him down as much as I was holding on for the ride of my life. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, no longer able to truly focus or see. I did note the presence of a small, pointed tail brushing against my thumbs but that was the last thought that entered my mind before I devolved into a machine of thrusting.

"Fuuuuck, Duke!" he roared. "I'm gonna cum!"

And for the first time, I felt myself naturally approaching climax at the same time as he was. I could just moan in agreement. His cock between my pecs was loudly gurgling. Each of his balls throbbed and grew to the size of baseballs and obtained a white fuzz all over them. The length of his dick turned a brighter pink, each inch even more sensitive than the last.

His hot spunk bubbled up from his balls as my own exploded up my dick. He threw his head back...

"Aaaaaaaargh! FUUUUUUUCK!"

I could only moan into the two fingers that were thrust into my lips.

With one last thrust, I tied with Scott and pumped my enormous load right into him. At the same time, the badger's seed exploded from his dick, shot into the valley of my pectorals and shot out onto my face. He twisted my nipple ring a inadvertently. The shock of pleasure and pain sent an even more powerful blast of cum out of my dick; strong enough that he was momentarily launched off my knot. He doggedly slammed himself back down onto it, stimulating his own prostate and sending a similar blast of cum right into my face.

There was a physical drain in my whole body as I pumped cum into him. My legs felt weaker, like gelatin as I pumped load after load into him. Each shot felt weaker and weaker as well and I could actually feel my whole body deflate with each pump. That chorus of sounds - the crushing gravel, rushing grass and stretching leather - hit my ears again but I was too lost in the joy of orgasm to truly notice.

The movement of my own limbs and the absences of his firm ass against my fingers was the only thing that told me that I wasn't just floating there enjoying the afterglow. My gaze focused once more on him, back arched and neck exposed to me. My arms wove through the air, the cum spilling around us swirling around my fingertips like strands of string being woven by needles. I was still cumming and so was he but instead of spilling onto my face or dripping out of his ass, the our seed was swirling around my paws like I was playing DJ to two, galaxies. My hands combined the twin strands, forming them into a single line that wove itself into a thick, silver chain. A single pendant in the shape of a badger's face glowed at the edge of the accessory.

I dragged the piece of jewelery to Scott's neck, the latch forming from our cum as we finished our orgasm. With a last click, I attached the chain though it honestly looked more like a choker with how tightly it was wrapped around his neck. That pendant just barely kissed his collarbone. The moment this happened, my arms visibly shrank. I watched in both horror and fascination as my blue fur seeped back into my skin and the enormous muscles that I had grown accustomed to bubbled back into something less bulgy. When I leaned back, I noticed that my chest had similar shrank back and I was now looking at a slightly familiar pale chest without a single shred of hair.

Yet I was still not in full control.

"Anodyne," commanded the deep voice from my throat.

The glowing, sentient tattoo raced towards my paws, swirling around them in a dizzying infinity pattern. I lowered my right paw towards Scott's balls, cupping his left one. Anodyne raced from my arm, opened his jaws and sank them into the white fur.

"Fuck YEEEEEEES!" Scott roared, spilling his seed for the last time. I rewarded him with the last gallon of cum that was in my balls.

A swirling black pattern seeped out of the bite site, Anodyne's venom solidifying into an inky tribal tattoo on his left nut.

He was mine now.

The glow around us faded. We were slowly lowered back onto the couch, said piece of furniture groaning against our combined weight. The howling winds and crackling red lightning disappeared. The shimmering light from Anodyne faded and the sentient tattoo sank back into the fur on my right arm.

Exhaustion finally hit us both like a truck and I slumped into the couch. We twisted in the air so that I could rest against Scott's immense chest, my still erect cock sliding out of him as my knot deflated to be replaced with a human-shaped member. The size difference between us couldn't have been more apparent than at that moment.

"You're such a fucking beast..." he growled softly, his words becoming softer as he drifted off into sleep.

Now in control of my functions once more, I regarded the badger I had just made with a pang of guilt and the sting of fear in my chest. Not sure what else to do, I simply stroked the back of his head, running my fingers through the reddish-brown hair between his cute, rounded ears.

"You are too..." I rumbled.