Brad

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a truck," was the reply.

"You big lug, what were you doing out in the forest?" asked Laura, as she sat down on the bed by his side.

Rex shrugged his shoulders gently. "You know what?" he responded. "I can't really say." He shifted slightly against the insubstantial hospital pillow.

"They probably jumped you," said Brad. He had never seen so many bruises on his friend before. There was no way he would believe that a single person could get the better of Rex.

A patient in the bed nearby suddenly let rip with the most impressive fart Brad had ever heard. It started slow but like a car's engine, soon built up into a huge revving monstrosity that seemed to make the very bed vibrate. The roaring peaked and then gradually faded out.

Brad tried his best, but he couldn't stifle the laugh. It burst through his tightly pressed lips in a huge splutter.

"Uh, that's disgusting!" exclaimed Laura, as she waved a hand in front of her face. "Rex, stop it!" she snapped. "It's not funny." She placed her hands on her hips. "Brad!"

"Hey, that's one impressive fart," pointed out Rex, before he hissed with pain. His arms went to his sides, as his face scrunched up in agony.

"See? I told you," fussed Laura, as she reached over to her boyfriend. "The doctor said you should take it easy."

The patient who had farted suddenly started laughing. "I'm waiting... for you," he said, before bursting into another violent fit of laughter.

* * * * *

They sat together in the remains of a ruined house. The roof had long since gone, exposing the contents to the air. A vicious sliver of glass remained in one window. Leaf litter covered the floor; some the wooden furniture scattered around the house.

Mr Cooper's nephew sat at the table, his eyes still blindfolded, wearing fake angel wings and his vibrant red suit. Danny sat opposite him, seemingly wearing nothing above his waist save for a faded blue Newsboy cap.

"Oh believe me, I followed!" continued the patient.

"Your nape is back and endless now," said Cooper's nephew youth suddenly, as he stretched cat-like. He raised three fingers.

"Strangely sore, my love," said the dreadlocked youth with a slow nod of his head, before he covered his face with four fingers. "September the savant erosion hides for requited love." He turned to look at the others seated in the room.

"It's a dream," said the patient. "We live inside a dream."

They all looked similar with their youthful faces and tanned skin. One had a pair of plumed butterfly wings on his back that shimmered like a thin film of oil. Another looked similar, though he had feathery wings and wore a rainbow headband. "Alien heroism describes me," he said and he raised and lowered his arm seven times, with such jerky movement that he wouldn't have looked out of place in a horrifically buggy videogame. "I am here now."

"And there they were, reified."

Danny stroked the table, moving the leaves as if they were Mahjong tiles. "Pupa sir, the old pervert is still crazy," he said to no one in particular.

Mr Cooper's nephew laughed at this. "So were we all," he told the dreadlocked youth, "but we're a lot better now."

"Listen, listen carefully," continued the patient. "I've been to one of their meetings..."

"They still believe he belongs to Minos."

The patient screamed.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Laura.

"Nurse, nurse!"

* * * * *

A nurse rushed by the side of the screaming old man, as he thrashed about in the bed near them. "Sir, please, calm down," she called out to him. "Sir!"

Brad watched as a doctor rushed up, followed by another nurse. "I think we'd better get going," he said slowly.

"Yeah," agreed Laura.

Two orderlies and a second doctor suddenly brushed past the blue hospital curtains.

"We'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure thing," replied Rex with a nod.

* * * * *

"What was that all about?" asked Laura, when they'd finally walked out of the hospital ward.

Brad shrugged his shoulders. He was in a generally confused mood. Things didn't seem to be going right for him today. He'd failed his math test, fumbled the ball at practice and had strange carnal visions all day.

"That man..." began Laura, only to trail off.

The jock turned to look at Laura. It had started innocent enough; he'd wanted to know why she'd stopped mid-sentence. However, as he looked at her, he couldn't help but notice the outline of her figure. He could smell her perfume: the sweetness of exotic flowers and spices. Brad knew she was Rex's girlfriend, but he couldn't help but think of her soaked to the bone and her clothes clinging tightly to her lithe figure.

"You know, Laura, you're looking pretty hot right now," said Brad, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Brad, stop it," protested Laura. "Not here."

"Come on," said Brad insistently. "Rex isn't doing anything for you."

Laura wriggled in his grasp. "Not now, Brad," she protested, as she wrested free from him. "This..." She frowned. "Is that Mrs Blackburn?" exclaimed Laura.

"What?" asked Brad, before he spun round.

Through the door, he saw a red-haired boy with a breathing tube connected to his nose. A small wire was clipped to one of his fingers and by his side was one of those machines. He didn't know the name, but he knew it monitored heartbeats or something like that.

That was Danny. Brad was sure of it. He could recognise that freckled face from anywhere. His thoughts skipped to the Lover's Grove. He remembered punching Danny in the face. He remembered how Danny had fell and struck his head against the stone slab in the heart of the ring of myrtle trees. Had he done this?

"That's Danny, isn't it?" exclaimed Laura in surprise. "What... how?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Brad saw something.

It was hard not to recognise the pair, as they stood there at the end of the corridor. The dreadlocked kid still wore a Newsboy cap on his head and Mr Cooper's nephew still wore those fake angel wings.

"Hey!" Brad called out.

"Sir, please!" exclaimed a passing nurse. "Lower your voice. This is a hospital."

Brad looked at the nurse with an irritated look on his face. He wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but thought better of it. After all, he thought she looked really hot. "Sorry," he apologised with his best apologetic smile.

The nurse's facial expression didn't change. She merely sighed with a shake of her head, before she walked off.

When he turned around again, the two were gone. There was just an orderly, wheeling a patient out of a lift. He looked at Brad, nodded politely, before wheeling the patient off into a room.

Slowly, the shiny stainless steel lift doors closed shut.

* * * * *

Brad woke with a start and a ringing in his ears.

He swore, as he lay senseless in the darkness. That, he had to admit, had been the most surreal dream he had ever experienced. It had been the most intense of his sexual fantasies, weirder than normal, and strangely homosexual.

A shiver ran through his body. His brows furrowed into a frown, as he ran a finger across the porcelain surface. Where was he? Why wasn't he in bed? He pushed himself off the floor and looked around him.

It was dark. He could barely see anything. Where was he?

Brad told himself to think hard. Yet he couldn't remember. The last thing he remembered was Laura. His lips slowly curled into a smile. She had been one sweet fuck. He'd pulled her into the men's room and they'd fucked like rabbits in the cubicle.

"Weird," he said to himself. He didn't remember passing out. Yet he must have. How else had he ended up on this cold porcelain floor?

He pushed the cubicle door open and wandered cautiously out into the dark. Lights flickered violently. Shadows shivered. He stared around him. His reflection seemed to distort and shake like a drug's junkie.

One of the cubicles shook violently. A loud groan emanated from behind the wood.

"Hello?" called out Brad, as he edged closer towards it.

The door splintered apart.

Brad screamed, as he saw the thing emerge. It was naked, its exposed skin taught against the thick, bulging muscles. Fur covered its legs, which ended in cloven hooves. Its head was a massive bull's head with viciously sharp horns.

He didn't wait. Brad turned and burst out the men's room. He emerged into a misty twilight and skidded to a halt.

Half of the corridor no longer existed. He stood at a ragged edge. Over the edge was a misty abyss. He watched as a small fragment of tile fell away.

Brad looked around him. The corridor continued edgewise to the elevator. Its doors were open, the light illuminating a figure in a wheelchair. "Rex?" he exclaimed in surprise. He heard his friend call out, not that he needed the encouragement. He ran, sprinted across the cracked floor.

Behind him, he heard burst open. He didn't look back. There was no need. He could hear the bestial low. Brad heard the clop of the hooves, as the creature followed him.

"Hurry, Brad!"

He reached the elevator in good time. Brad whirled round, but Rex was already on it, stabbing furiously at the button.

"Come on, come on! What's taking so long?"

With agonising slowness, the doors began to close. Brad looked and saw the bull-headed man charging straight at them. "It's not going to close in time," he cried.

"Oh, fuck no!" cried Rex, as the doors stalled. They jerked shut and then open mockingly.

The bull-headed man thrust an arm through and grabbed Rex by the throat. Rough fingers grasped tightly, as the beast pulled Rex slowly towards the gap in the doors.

"No, you fucking don't!" protested Brad, before he reached out. "Let go of him. Let go!" His friend's hand slipped out of his. He tried to make another grab, but was unable to, as the doors slammed shut on him.

They opened again, just in time to see the monster tear off Rex's hospital gown.

"Rex!" he called out, as he reached out.

"Brad, help!" screamed Rex. "No, stop!" He cried out, as the bull-headed man thrust him down onto its long, bovine prick. It slipped into the young man easily, pushing through him and pushing an agonised scream out of his mouth.

"Rex!" cried out Brad, as he tried to push the doors open. They wouldn't budge. Instead, they forced against him, threatening to shut tight.

Gradually, he felt his strength give away. He drew his hands away quickly before the doors could crush them. "Rex," he cried, as he felt the elevator shudder into life.

It lurched downwards sickeningly. Brad stumbled and collapsed into a corner, as the elevator accelerated downwards. Was it falling? Why had he tried the thing in the first place? He cursed himself for being so stupid. Now he was going to die in a falling elevator.

A chime rang through the air. The doors opened. Brad quickly stumbled out.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

Fire had gutted the hospital. Hardly anything remained save for the charred roof and the rotting walls. Strangely, plants grew here. They sprouted out of the ground, as if the fire had been a long time ago and now that man no longer came here, Nature itself was trying to reclaim the land.

In the middle of the room was a hospital bed. Danny Blackburn lay on it, attached to bloody, but otherwise functioning hospital equipment.

A lithe young man with a short goatee and fiery red hair matted into dreadlocks sat next to the bed. He didn't wear a shirt, showing off his lithe muscular body.

"Who are you?" asked Brad.

"What, you don't recognise me?" was the response. "I'm Danny."

Brad shook his head. He had never heard such an obvious lie. "No," he said. "That's Danny."

The redhead turned to look at the unconscious boy on the bed. "That's me," he said with a nod of his head. He pointed at Brad, as he said, "You put me there."

"Bull!"

A laugh escaped the imposter's lips. "Not yet, but he'll be here real soon," he said. He rose up from his seat and walked around the bed, his feet making strange clomping noises on the wooden floor. "Then the fun can begin."

"What... what are you?" exclaimed Brad in aghast.

The satyr smiled. He shook his head silently in response.

Brad heard a hoof stomp behind him. He whirled round. The beast ducked its head down, as it walked into the room.

"Ah, he's here!" exclaimed the satyr.

"Tell it to keep back!" cried Brad, as he backed away. "Tell that Bull Man to keep back."

"Bull Man?" said the satyr. "Well, at least you didn't call him a Minotaur. Bull Man, I like it."

Brad glanced back at the bed, at the prone body of Danny Blackburn. He turned to look at the Bull Man. It lowered its head and pawed at the ground with a cloven hoof. He turned and ran.

"Where are you going?" laughed the red-haired satyr. He danced in front of Brad. "Where do you think you're going?" he mocked the jock.

At the last moment, Brad leapt out of the way. He heard the bull-headed man crash into the satyr. Quickly, thanks to years of football training, he leapt back to his feet. He rushed towards the machine, one thought in his mind.

Brad grabbed the wires and yanked them out.

* * * * *

Danny woke with a start. He blinked, as he stared upward. Slowly, he tried to raise his head. He couldn't. It worried him. He looked to his left.

His mother lay asleep in a chair, her eyes closed with her red hair drawn against her face. She looked tired and exhausted. Her face was pale and she looked thin. Yet she was there and that was all that mattered.

She was there for him and he was finally awake.

* * * * *

A gasp escaped Brad's mouth, as he felt something tighten around his leg. He looked down and saw one a vine snaked around it. Before he could move back, a vine encircled his wrist and snagged it back. Another whipped round his neck.

He couldn't understand it. Why had Danny faded away? Where had that goat man gone? He couldn't understand why the Bull Man was still there.

The bovine monster walked up to Brad. A red flat tongue flicked out of its mouth to lick its bovine lips obscenely.

But all Brad could see was the long bovine cock. He saw it glisten and as the Bull Man closed in on him, he could smell a strange musk in the air like exotic flowers and spices. It was Laura's perfume. The scent filled his senses as it had when he'd screwed her. His cock stirred in memory of her cries.

Brad struggled against the vines that held him. He wanted to break free, but they were too strong. They pulled his legs out from under him. With a cry, he fell backward. The vines round his wrists tightened, as more coiled round his waist. The ones on his legs slid up, encircled his knee and pulled up, until his legs were bent and spread wide open.

"No, please don't!" he begged. "No!" He squirmed in the grip of the vines, in the hope that he could loosen them, slip out of them and escape. "Please, don't!" he sobbed.

There was the smell again, so close to him. Exotic spices and flowers emanated from the bovine mouth. It excited him. His heart raced and he felt blood engorging his penis.

He saw the Bull Man stop in between his legs. The thing had the head of a bull with large sharp horns and a gold ring through its nose. Its legs were furry, but its arms and torsos were devoid of hair. The creature had a large penis that rose up and tapered off into a point that wavered just below its pectoral muscles.

It glistened, Brad noticed, wetly and bobbed in time with the Bull Man's deep breathing. He suddenly realised that his breath was as heavy as the Bull Man's and he felt a strange resonance between him and the bovine creature.

Muscular arms reached over and grabbed his shirt by the hem. The monster tore clumps of cotton fabric away in its fists. Wet, slimy vines slithered serpent-like over his exposed muscles. Rough fingers grasped him by erect nipples.

Brad barely stifled the scream as the Bull Man twisted. Pain erupted through his body, peaked and then faded into a strange pleasure that thrilled him. He barely noticed when the Bull Man's hands sought his jeans. Fabric ripped and parted like the sea to expose his bare flesh. His cock sprang into the air.

"Fuck," he whispered, as he looked down at himself. He couldn't believe how hard he'd gotten. His cock stood up proud, not nearly as long as the Bull Man but still an impressive size.

Burly hands grabbed him by the legs tight, as the Bull Man angled the tapered head of its bovine length down. The hard, wet point pressed firmly against the jock's hole.

An excited gasp escaped Brad's moist lips, as he felt the wet warmth touch his hole. He cried out as the tapered length pushed its way inside him. His arse clenched, but it only served to draw the bovine dick into him. It slid slickly into him. He felt it brush burningly against his insides.

The monstrous cock seemed to slide in forever. Brad thought it would never end, that it would snake its way through his innards until it emerged on the other side.

Furred hips bumped into his rear. Brad groaned as he felt the slimy length withdraw. He heard the bull man grunt with distinct pleasure. A cry escaped his lips as the bovine beast rammed the cock back into him.

Each thrust rocked him in his cradle of vines. The Bull Man grunted with each slap of hip against bare cheeks. Brad's breath erupted from his lips as if forced out by the long bovine dick that burned his insides with every lunge. He closed his eyes, as if shutting out the sight would blot out all feeling.

His cock throbbed. Precum drooled from its tip. With each drive of the dick inside him, Brad found himself groaning, his muscles tensed and his teeth gritted. Each thrust sent burning waves of pleasure rippling through his body.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head down to look at the Bull Man.

Something sparkled in his vision. Before he could realise what it was, the ring snapped shut. A piercing pain shot through his nose. He cried out. Brad had never experienced such pain before.

Rough, calloused hands grabbed his massive prick. The fingers stroked over his length tightly. Such wonderful pleasure filled him, masked the pain. He gasped. His head flung back, as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

Laura had never stroked him like that. No girl had ever made him feel this good. He felt so massively hard and so much bigger. Even in that massive vice-like grip, he felt as if his cock was too big even for the Bull Man's hand. His cock throbbed. It pulsed and grew harder. The thing grew longer, as if the Bull Man's tight grip was squeezing it out into a longer shape.

The Bull Man continued to thrust. Its dick never left his arse now. The massive organ continued to push deep inside him and brush against parts of him he never knew existed. With every thrust, he felt his human face push forward, as if the prick was pushing against his mouth.

Brad's head hurt. His temples throbbed. He couldn't see the nubs that appeared on the top of his head. The twin bumps grew and stretched his skin to breaking point. Blood seeped down his face as sharp bone pierced the skin.

Hair started to grow over his face and his legs. It began as a thin coat, before it grew thicker and bushier. His toenails turned dark, as his muscles expanded and inflated with new mass. Bones seemed to snap, as his legs seemed to reform. His face pushed out into a bovine muzzle, as the fur on his body grew, became a thick mat of bovine hide. Brad's toes fused into hooves.

With a low of pure pleasure, the first Bull Man thrust violently into Brad. It shuddered and came.

The second Bull Man felt its insides fill with a hot, sticky liquid. It mooed in irritation as the first Bull Man relinquished its grip on its penis. The newly formed creature glowered at the first. It wanted release. It wanted to orgasm, but satiated, the first Bull Man didn't want anything more.

The first pulled out, its penis still rock hard but covered in white spunk. Its red cock pulsed and twitched. The Bull Man sniffed the air, its tail swishing violently behind it.

Irritated with its lack of orgasm, the new Bull Man ripped free from its vine prison and fell to the ground. It got back to its cloven feet and stood up, sniffing the air.

The beast caught the scent of a man. It snorted with satisfaction. Perhaps it would be able to satiate its lust after all.