Changing The Scouts
WARNING: NOT FOR EVERYONE!
_I've seen some feral artwork on here so I think I can get away with this one.
This is the second, and I think the best, of my three stories I did inspired by artist Arianna's transformation sequences. As most of you probably know by now, I went into a fury of inspired writing over a one and half week period, completing five stories, three of which involved the sexual transformation of humans into animals. The other two I haven't posted here because I'm unsure if they violate the rules. This M/M one deals with a pair of campers in their last year of boy scouts (they just turned 18) who camp in an off limits area of the woods, which is rumored to be cursed and the home to a species of St. Bernard sized giant foxes. They soon discover that the curse is true, as some power in the woods turns them gay, and then starts changing them in a totally different way._
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CHANGING
THE SCOUTS
By Hardcover
Mike and Kevin had been friends for a long time, ever since they had met in cub scouts. Now that they were both working on their Eagle Scout badges, they'd hardly had any time together. So for one night on this latest camping trip, they decided to put all the work aside and spend some time with each other, just palling around like in the old days. Their current activity was to hike out somewhere and set up their tent for the night as a survival exercise, away from any other tents. It was fortunate for both boys that they'd both just turned 18, as they would not have been allowed in this activity otherwise. They'd been working hard because this was their last year as scouts, and if they were going to make Eagle, it would have to be this year. And so, they'd gone off, looking for a good spot where they could just have fun and not worry about the scout master looking over their shoulders all the time. For just once they could skip working on their merit badges.
For that reason, they picked a lone spot near the woods, in an area that had been marked off limits to campers. No one seemed to know why, but a large section of the area was forbidden to enter. From what the boys could tell, even the rangers hardly ever went there. They picked a spot next to the woods, surrounded by some tall brush to hide their presence. It might have seemed like a lot to go through just to rough it with your buddy, but then again most people hadn't had the experience of a perfectionist scout master obsessing over the prestige of possibly having two Eagle Scout's in his troop.
It was almost dark by the time they got there, so they got ready to make camp right away. As the two teenagers began busying themselves setting up the tent, they talked with each other, something they'd hardly had time to do up to this point. The subject, for most of the time was the usual topic: Girls. A subject the two red blooded heterosexual boys couldn't get enough of. They talked about which ones were hot, which ones were easy and bragged about their (mostly fictional) sexual conquests. Eventually, the conversation shifted to the topic of why this part of the woods was blocked off.
Mike was a good looking but skinny young man with short black hair that he kept cut close to his head, and dark eyes. Kevin, on the other hand, had thick sandy blond hair that he wore long over his ears, and bright blue eyes. Both boys were lean and no where close to muscular, but neither one was in bad shape. They were both still dressed in their scout uniforms, complete with yellow neckerchiefs. It was the warm weather versions, with long shorts and short sleeved shirts. They each gave their opinions as they set up the tent.
Mike said, "I don't know, you ask anyone, and no one knows why this area is off limits. You know what I think? I think there's a secret CIA base in those woods somewhere. Or maybe a hidden gold mine, something they don't want anyone to know about."
Kevin waved him off, "It's neither of those things. I'll tell you why this place is off limits."
"Why?" Mike raised an eyebrow.
"Giant foxes." Kevin proclaimed.
Mike almost dropped the tent pole, "What?"
The giant foxes were a sort of urban legend in the area, kind of like the Chupacabra or the Loch Ness Monster. Reports had sprung up since the pioneer days of huge sized foxes roaming the woods. The fact that most of these woods were unexplored helped feed the legend.
"Giant foxes." Kevin insisted, "I've heard they're the size of St. Bernards, just huge."
Mike raised an eyebrow at him, "And who'd you hear that from?"
"My cousin Eddie." Kevin insisted, "He says he's seen them, he says there's lots of 'em, just huge foxes running around in that forest. See, the thing is, this entire area is cursed."
"We're talking about curses now?" Mike rolled his eyes; Kevin had a tendency to believe in some of the stupidest stuff.
Kevin leaned in conspiratorially, "Yes. You see, it happened during the old west. This farmer was out hunting, and he chased this fox onto this land, which was the home of an old Indian shaman. And this farmer shot the fox, and killed it. But he didn't eat it; he just cut off its tail as a prize. But the fox was spirit of a very powerful chief. And when the old shaman tried to stop the farmer, the farmer shot him too, and left his body to decay in those woods.
"The farmer built a cabin in this area and moved his family there. But then one night, they heard a whispering voice on the wind, and they all went nuts, ripping off their clothes and doing each other, even though it was incest. And then they started to change into animals. The hornier they got, and the more sex they had, the more they changed. And then they all turned into giant foxes, and ran out into the forest. And they've lived there ever since. And since then, when people wander too deep into these woods, the same thing happens to them."
"There's no such thing as giant foxes." Mike insisted, "At least not of the size you're talking about."
"People say there's no such thing as Bigfoot either." Kevin countered.
"There is no such thing as Bigfoot." Mike said, "You're cousin Eddie is completely full of shit."
Kevin stared at him for a second, and then broke into a wide grin, "He is, isn't he? But you gotta admit, it's a pretty cool story."
After that, the conversation shifted back to girls, and boobs, and other such topics that healthy young men often got into. Finally, the tent was up and everything was all set up. Both boys stood, looking with satisfaction at the job they had done. They clapped each other on the shoulders, ready now to settle in for the night, which would be soon because it was starting to get cold.
"We'd better get inside," Mike said, jokingly, "We don't want any giant foxes to get us."
He turned to look at Kevin, but his friend was staring out into the woods. Mike followed his gaze. At first, he didn't see anything out there, but then he noticed them: dozens of eyes gazing at them from deep behind the trees, glinting slightly in disappearing light. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he stared at them.
"What . . . what do you think they are?" Kevin wondered.
The wind blew a little, scattering leaves about the two boys. For a split second, Mike was sure he could hear a whispering voice on the wind. His blood froze for a second, but he shook it off. It was just Kevin's stupid story playing with his mind. He patted his friend on the shoulder.
"It's probably coyotes." He said, "Let's get inside the tent, I'm freezing out here. And I've got some Playboys in my pack for us to look at."
Nodding, Kevin followed him and the two boys crawled into the tent and zipped it shut. They turned on the lamp and illuminated their sleeping space. As they sat down next to each other, Mike noticed that Kevin was wobbling slightly.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked him.
Kevin shook his head but his eyes were glazed and unfocused, "I . . . I dunno. I feel kinda dizzy, and . . . funny all over."
Kevin fell back on his hands, his body moving slightly as he rolled his head, "Oh man, this feels . . . oh . . ."
Staring at his friend, Mike suddenly realized that Kevin had a hard on, his penis stiff and bulging in his pants. Suddenly, it felt very uncomfortable in the tent. But what on earth was happening to him? All at once, Mike felt the light headedness hit him, and tingles ran all up and down his body. He felt wobbly and uncoordinated as he tried to get a grip on what was happening. He saw Kevin yank his Neckerchief off and then realized why as his own body started to heat up from the inside.
"Oh god, Mike . . ." Kevin moaned, rubbing his hands over himself, "I feel so hot . . . I feel so . . . horny."
Euphoria was filling up Mike's body and mind, he felt giddy and good. Something was very wrong, he knew it. Tingles ran through his crotch and he felt his penis getting heard, pressing against the material of his shorts. His body moved and writhed as the feelings washed over him, and he was powerless to fight it. It was all he could do to keep from pulling his cock out and masturbating in front of Kevin. Confusing urges were driving him. What was going on?
He looked up and suddenly found that Kevin's face was directly in front of his. Kevin was on all fours, looking directly into Mike's eyes, his face a mass of desire, flushed and red. He reached over and pulled off Mike's neckerchief, letting it fall to the floor of the tent.
"You . . . smell so nice, Mike." He said, "You're . . . you're beautiful, I want to kiss you."
"What?" Mike gasped in shock.
His outburst was cut off as Kevin placed his lips on his and kissed him deeply, moving his mouth and Mike, sensually kissing him and slipping his tongue inside Mike's mouth. Mike tried to push away, but found his body desiring the other boy's touch. His penis was fully hard, and so, he noticed, was Kevin's. The sight made rushes of tingles flow all over his body. He blushed crimson, he was loosing control, the both were, and they knew it.
In between the kisses, Mike tried to talk sense into Kevin, and into himself.
"Kevin! Stop!" He said, "This is . . . crazy! We're both guys."
He placed both his hands on Kevin's shoulders and shoved him back, "Listen to me; something's wrong! Something in these woods; it's turning us . . . g-gay."
His hips rolling with need, his penis pressed against his pants, straining against the material, Kevin didn't look like he cared. Her pushed Mike's hands aside and kissed his lips again, passionately.
"I know, I know." He mumrmerd, "I want to be gay. I want to be gay with you. I need you, and want to be naked with you, to do . . . everything to you."
Mike couldn't stop himself from kissing Kevin back. His body felt a burning need for another man's touch, and he couldn't fight it, he had almost no will to. He kissed Kevin's lips passionately, letting his own tongue slip in. Their tongues waggled against each other as the made out in a long, wet homosexual kiss. Whatever reservations he felt about the act were rapidly drowning in his lust.
With a start, Mike felt Kevin's hand touch his crotch, rubbing Mike's hard dick through his pants. Shivers of pleasure surged in him at the contact. He kissed Kevin's lips, running a hand through his blonde hair. Whatever was happening, it no longer seemed so bad.
Until he touched Kevin's ears.
His eyes flew open and he jerked back. Kevin's ears were growing, narrowing to a point and rising above his head. They were growing slowly, but surely, pressing through his thick blonde hair. Mike's mouth flew open, this wasn't possible. Something was changing Kevin, changing him into something.
"Kevin, your ears." Mike stammered, "Something's happening to you."
Confused, Kevin reached up to touch his ears, but stopped when he saw that his hands had changed. The fingers were getting shorter, but thicker, and his nails were getting progressively longer. As he stared down, Mike realized he could see small bits of white fur growing on Kevin's neck, and red fur on his arms. He looked over himself, befuddled by the changes that were racking his body.
"What . . . what's happening to me?" He whispered.
Still trying to fight the tide of ecstasy, fear clawing at his gut, Mike said, "Oh man, it's true, you're turning into a fox."
Kevin pointed one furry finger at him, "Dude, so are you."
Mike didn't need to touch his ears; he could feel that they were growing in the same way, his hands changing and his skin sprouting fur. The funny thing was, it all felt good. As scared as he was about what was happening to him, the changes were flooding his body with pleasant feelings and euphoria still clouded his mind. He knew he should do something, but he couldn't focus, and through it all, he still desired Kevin, wanted him so badly the need was like fire in his crotch, his penis feeling constrained by his shorts.
There was a ripping sound as Kevin's shoes tore apart, his feet were lengthening and spreading out widely, his toes swelling and toe nail's growing. He shook off the torn remnants of his shoes and socks, revealing animal like paws on his legs. His body was covered with fur over half of it now, and still growing. Mike stared at his friend and saw that his face had elongated ever so slightly, but his hair was growing shorter.
"Oh, oh my god, this is . . . this feels so good." Kevin moaned in ecstasy.
Mike couldn't help himself; he leaned forward and kissed his friend again. He needed the contact, needed Kevin's body so much he could taste it. He knew he was pretty much completely gay now, attempts to think of girls failed and all he could think of was boys, boys like Kevin. He felt his shoes explode as well as his feet changed, the tickling sensation of his fur spreading all over his body was making him squirm and twist. He was sitting on his knees while Kevin was down on all fours across from him. His friend was panting and moaning in delight as his body contorted. Fur was covering his whole body, even growing on his face.
"Ah! Oh! Oh!" Kevin groaned.
There was another tearing sound, and Kevin's shorts began to rip apart in the back, tearing down the seam. A large tuft of fur pushed out of the back, and Mike realized it was the beginnings of a tail. It started to grow, getting larger and larger.
With the waste band ripped apart, Kevin's shorts simply slipped down his legs and fell to his thighs. Kevin rose up on his knees, his hands still changing and being held curled. His shorts and underwear had fallen down past his crotch, and Kevin's genitals were exposed. Mike could only gasp as he saw them.
In place of his human genitals, Kevin now had a furry sheath at his crotch, out of which his penis arose, still hard and aroused, but now thick and long, colored and deep pink and sporting a pointed tip. It was a canine dick; Mike saw, the penis of a fox. Mike knew he should look away, but he felt irresistibly drawn to it, the sight of the animal cock sending shivers of pleasure all over his body. Kevin moved sensually as his transformation continued, his chest inflating, ripping open the buttons on his shirt.
Feeling the waist of his shorts tightening, he realized his tail was growing too. Not wanting the material to dig into his sides, her tried to undo his shorts with his hands but found it was too late as the material gave way, and the tail pushed though his shorts and underwear, ripping them apart down the back. Like Kevin's the shredded garments sank, and Mike stared at his new animal penis, red and pointed, jutting out of its sheath. It crawled with sensations, beckoning him to touch and use it.
Mike looked up and saw Kevin licking his lips at the sight. Kevin moved forward and kissed his friend's mouth, "I've . . . I've gotta have that thing."
"Wait, I think that only makes it happen more." Mike half protested.
"I don't care, I . . . I think I want to be an animal.' Kevin breathed.
First, Kevin ripped open Mike's shirt, sending the buttons dropping to the floor. Dropping down, Kevin sniffed Mike's penis, inhaling the scent. His tail expanded, growing even longer. He gripped Mike's cock with his hand and slipped it into his still human mouth, moaning with bliss as the organ entered between his lips. He began to suck it, slurping it up and down, bobbing his head on the thick cock. Mike moaned in pleasure, even as a voice was screaming in the back of his head to run, to get away from here. But he couldn't break away from the pleasure of Kevin's mouth on his cock.
Looking down, Mike saw that Kevin had lain on his side, his penis in full view, hard and red. Desire flooded in Mike, a desire he couldn't quench and that needed to be filled. He leaned over and took Kevin's cock in his hand. It felt good under his furry fingers, and he began to jerk it, moving his hand up and down on it. It felt good, but that wasn't enough. He lowered his head and without a single instance of hesitation, he took the cock between his lips and began to blow his fiend.
Mike felt his tail lengthen, his ears growing and fur coming in all over his face, but the two transforming teens continued to suck on each other. The penis felt incredible in his mouth, and Mike couldn't imagine why he'd never done this before. They sucked and licked at each other wildly and unabashedly, driven on by their needs.
The shoulders of Mike's shirt ripped and he realized he was getting a little bigger. He felt his mind hazing, finding it harder to think as he was slowly robbed of his humanity. But he couldn't seem to do anything other then suck on his friends red hot cock.
Abruptly, Kevin got up. He grabbed Mike and pulled him up onto his hands and knees. Mike saw Kevin's face begin to lengthen, his nose widening and his canine teeth growing. His hair was almost gone, replaced by red fur on his head. His hips had narrowed and his stomach was tighter. He was on his knees, and he reached down and tore the shreds of his shorts and underwear from himself. His tail was now long and bushy and getting bigger. He jerked his cock with his clumsy thickening hand.
With a shivering thrill, Mike realized what Kevin intended: He was going to fuck him. He couldn't resist the burning urges of his rapidly changing body, he spread his legs wide. He knew every perverted thing they did with each other seemed to accelerate the change, but he couldn't deny what his body needed.
"I need to fuck you." Kevin said his voice a raspy growl, "I need . . . be inside . . . you."
Mike felt his face elongate, growing into a snout, but he said, "Fuck me! Fuck me like an animal."
Mike lifted up his tail, and stuck his butt in the air inviting his friend to take him. Kevin got behind him, and shoved his long fox dick into Mike's waiting asshole. Mike shuddered and spasmed as he was sodomized, but the feeling was incredible. His mind was on fire as Kevin began to pump him rapidly, driving his dick in and out of Mike's willing ass. Mike twisted and groaned, grunting as every last ounce of heterosexuality was obliterated by the ecstatic feeling of Kevin's animal cock.
With his arms wrapped around Mike's chest, Kevin moaned as he mounted him, "Ah . . . fuck you! Turning into . . . animal. Want . . . be animal. Fuck you . . . make you animal too."
He could barely form words anymore, Mike realized, but rather then horrify him, the knowledge excited him. They were going to become foxes, they were loosing their humanity. He looked up and his friend and saw that his hair was completely gone, and only fur remained on his head. His eyes were now an orange yellow color and his face had widened and his snout expanded. There was almost nothing recognizable in him that was human, and Mike found his dick getting harder at the thought. He wanted this too, he realized, he was going to change, he would no longer be human. The pleasure was incredible as Kevin's penis drove him into heights of ecstasy and joy.
"Oh, Kevin!" Mike cried hoarsely, "Do it! Turn me into a fox. I love it, fuck me hard, make me an animal, I want you to!"
His friend and lover responded with a series of high pitched yelps. He can no longer speak, Mike realized, and shuddered again. Mike's hair was all red or white fur now, his ears were long and on the top of his head. His snout was elongating again, and he felt his hips and and stomach narrow. He was barely human now, and his thoughts were reflecting that. He was thinking in pictures, found it hard the remember things, and to think in words as his brain simplified into that of an animal.
His whole body was covered in thick fur now, and above him Kevin had ceased making human moans and groans and was instead panting and uttering a series of yips and other vulpine sounds. The sounds turned on Mike even more. Suddenly, Kevin gave a yowling yelp and Mike felt the squirting sensation of Kevin's cum as he ejaculated inside of him. Mike let out a yelping growl as he felt Kevin's penis swell up at the base in a knot. The feeling of it was astonishing, and Mike twisted his furry body in wondrous glee as his ass was filled.
Pulling out of him with a painful pop, Kevin jumped back. He reached to grab his shirt with his hand, but his fingers wouldn't grip it. He tore at it with his mouth a little, but with no result. He then turned his attention to Mike and grabbed the shredded remains of Mike's shorts and underwear in his long fox mouth and easily ripped them off him. Suddenly he leapt forward, biting at the canvas of the tent door, snarling as he tore at it and ripped it open.
Breathing heavily as his furry body shook, his human form and mind fading rapidly, Mike stared at Kevin uncomprehending.
"Kevin . . . what you . . . do?" He tried to ask, finding it hard to remember how to speak.
Tearing the tent open with his mouth, Kevin quickly walked outside, crawling on all fours. Mike followed him, at first trying and failing to stand up on two feet, but then crawling on his hands and feet. As he crawled out of the tent he saw Kevin go a few feet and stop. He reached around and gripped the tattered rags that had once been his shirt in his mouth and finally ripped them off, stripping himself naked, the way an animal should be. Yipping, he turned around and ran over to Mike.
Mike tried to say something, but he could no longer remember how to speak, and had lost the ability anyways. As Kevin got closer to him, Mike's penis throbbed with desire again; he was still horny, like a beast in heat. Kevin gripped the ripped rag that still hung on Mike's shoulders in his mouth and tore it from him as he'd done for himself, stripping away the last symbols of Mike's human identity, rendering him as naked as any other beast.
Kevin trotted a few feet and then turned back to look at Mike over his shoulder, lifting his tail in the air enticingly. Mike could smell the pheromones and his cock trembled with need. He saw Kevin's legs shortening and thinning, his hands contracting and becoming paws, but he didn't care. He yipped and leapt forward, mounting Kevin and shoving his long cock into Kevin's waiting ass, sodomizing his friend with an animalistic relish.
Growling and yipping in pleasure, Mike looked down and realized that Kevin's transformation was complete, and he was now fucking a giant fox, his best friend now entirely and animal and no longer human. Kevin the man was gone and there was only Kevin the fox. The thought made him hornier and he fucked his friend harder, barking with pleasure as his dick pressed in and out of Kevin's waiting rectum.
Panting and growling, Mike felt his hands turn into paws and his limbs shorten. His tail grew all the way as he continued the last parts of his transformation. His mind no longer thought in words, and he could only think in pictures. His memories were fading and so were all his human thoughts. He fucked Kevin hard, feeling an electric sensation all over his furry body. His body's transformation completed, and suddenly it was like something exploded in his brain, and he cast off all his humanity forever. All his human thoughts and memories were destroyed, and Mike the human was obliterated. Only Mike the giant fox remained, and all he cared about was fucking his mate. They were both completely animals now, with only an animal's needs to guide them.
The two huge gay foxes growled and yelped as they engaged in their homosexual coitus. Unashamed and uninhibited, they fucked like mad, leaving behind the guilt and shame of the human society. Mike screwed his mate hard, rapidly moving in and out of him, until he felt the pleasure building. He let out a long scream as he ejaculated into Kevin's opening, his cock knotting inside the other fox and making Kevin screech and bark in joy.
After they finished, they both licked each other and nuzzled each other affectionately. After a while, they both headed into the forest to join their other fox brethren. Their human memories and thoughts now entirely gone, they disappeared into the woods; their humanity lost and cast aside, now entirely a pair of uninhibited animals.
And they loved it.
The next day, Mike and Kevin watched from the concealment of the trees as three new intruders came into their realm. Had they been able to remember, they would have recognized one of them as their former scout master, and the other two as forest rangers. The trio of humans came over to the torn tent, running over to it in alarm.
"This is their tent." The scout master said, "But where are they?"
One of the rangers looked inside, "They're not in here."
The scoutmaster worried, "You don't suppose a bear . . .?"
"I don't see any blood." The ranger observed.
Standing up, the ranger went over to his younger companion, "Why don't you radio the base and tell them to send more men? As many as they can spare, we've gotta find these scouts or it'll be a chunk out of our budget."
The young ranger did as he was asked while the older one talked to the scout master, "Why do you suppose they camped out here? This whole area is off limits. Lotta people go missing out here."
"I don't know." He shook his head, "Probably wanted to prove something."
The ranger looked back at his subordinate, "Did you get a response?"
The young man nodded, but his eyes were glazed over, and he staggered unsteady on his feet.
"I . . . I feel . . ." He said, rubbing his hands over his body, a bulge starting to press out of his pants, "I feel . . . HOT."
Hidden in the trees and bushes, Mike and Kevin exchanged a knowing look that needed no words. Soon these three human males would be mating with each other. Soon they would start to change, and soon they would become foxes, just like them. And if more of them came, they would all meet the same fate.
The two giant foxes nuzzled each other affectionately. They were indeed lucky to have lost their humanity, with all its inherent guilt, hypocrisy and stress.
They were indeed lucky to be animals.