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"Friends in Further Need"

The sun was filtering through the curtains as Chase laid fast asleep, as though a drunken stupor had thrown him into the bed and beat him into unconsciousness. But the feeling of the warm sun on his fingers caused them to twitch with the warmth and he roused a bit from his sleep. His head was pounding immediately as his eyes opened and he groaned loudly before sticking his head under his pillow. It was far too early for him to be waking up, the weekend had started without him, and he could care less as he sighed roughly and flopped his arms out onto the cool sheets of his bed. The feeling of his naked body being groped by the bedsheets was infuriating enough to waken him a bit more gradually. He sighed and flopped over onto his stomach. He was tired, he wanted to get some sleep, damn it. He huffed loudly and sat up.

"Oh come on!" He complained as he slid out of his bed and walked over to the shade to snap it shut. Diving back into his bed, he hugged his pillows and shoved his face into them, trying to bury the day in his headache.

"Aw dude, crack at eleven o'clock." Chase's attempt to go back to sleep was interrupted by Russell who had walked into his room.

"You're standing behind me, Russ. Creepy as that is, I'd be at twelve o'clock."

"Nah dude, it's eleven o'clock in the morning. When are you going to get your ass up? I'm hungry."

Chase slowly pulled his face from his pillow. "Russell, you don't live here, why the hell would I care if you're hungry or not?"

"I don't know. A little accommodation for your guests?" Russell shrugged and pulled his longer blond hair from his eyes.

"In order to be a guest, you'd have to be invited over. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, don't you remember, bro? We said we'd help Matt move into his new place today."

Chase groaned and returned his head to the pillow. Of course he didn't remember, a lot that they've done with Matt's been a little more than a blur to his memory over the past couple of weeks, and it made living around Russell somehow... more awkward. "Fine." He said at last. "Just get out of here, I don't need to think about taking a shower with you watching me anyway."

"Sure. Oh, by the way, you're out of Crunch Berries." Russell said as he turned and left the room, making Chase give a laughing sob at his friends.

"How did I end up with a best friend like that one?"

Matt pulled up to the small building and slid out of his small Corolla. He started up the walkway and straightened his jacket before ringing the doorbell. After about twenty seconds a young red haired woman answered the door with a smile.

"Well hey there, stranger. Haven't seen you in a few days." Stacy was somewhat radiant in her smile as she allowed her brother to step in the door. "How's whipping those boys into shape working out for you?"

"Oh, well it's working out fine, I guess." Matt answered with a half-smirk on his face.

"You guess?" She asked and pursed a frown on her lips. "Aww what's wrong? Are they giving you too much of a workout?"

Matt's grin broadened some. "Oh, sis you know I can take them a thousand times and it never get old."

"So what's the problem?"

Matt sighed. "Well. You see, you're probably going to hate me for this one too, but I'm... kind of falling for them."

Stacy perked up an eyebrow as she followed Matt into the living room where their mother was seated by the television. "Really? Those dicks? You actually might like them?"

"What dicks? What's he talking about?" Their mother Lois asked, standing up.

"Those men you cursed for hurting me." Stacy spouted.

"Now, come on. You know they didn't intend for that to happen, in fact I don't even think Russell was in on it." Matt defended them. "I mean they're not all bad."

Lois smiled a bit as Matt sat down beside her and she patted his leg. "Oh, Matt. Growing up and growing out of the cursing business, I'm so proud of you." She said. "But unleashing their inner desires was all I'd done. Turned their provocative, chauvinistic tendencies toward men instead of women. I know you mean well, sweetie, but they're only pawns for your amusement, and that's all they'll ever be now that they've given into it."

"But mom, I'm not sure if I can keep doing this for long after realizing that I like them." He explained. "I mean, my heart's not into continuing this much longer."

"Well, they certainly can't find out." Stacy said, and Lois nodded.

"Yes, if their nature were to be unbound and the spell broken, they could remember exactly everything that's happened to them. Taking advantage of them when they weren't in a position to defend themselves, you do know what that's called. Don't you, son?"

Matt groaned a bit and about put his head down between his knees. "Yes, mother. I know what that could be considered. But I don't think they'd call it that though!"

"You really think that they wouldn't call the police after that?" Stacy asked. "I mean, come on, Matt. You know what men like that would do when they found out the gay experiences you've put them through."

"Well I'm trying. I'm just running out of options, they'll eventually catch on to what's happening to them on an almost nightly basis, and for what? For a curse you decided to put on them..." He pointed at Lois. "And one that you condone!" He pointed at Stacy. "I don't know what I'm going to do!" He ran his hands through his hair.

"Well, the only thing you can do is ride it out a while longer." Lois explained, patting her son on the knee. "Don't worry, they're well under your power from your last report. You don't have to worry about them finding out as long as you don't go meddling in it."

"Meddling in it?" The idea hit Matt so hard that it was hard for him to keep his reaction under wraps. "Oh, well... yeah, if you put it that way, mom, I guess I'll have no other choice."

Lois smiled. "That's my boy."

"Listen, one of the reasons I came by today was to also pick up a couple things from my old room. Can I go get them?"

"Of course!" Lois said. "Stacy can take you up there."

"Heh." Matt smirked. "I remember the way to my room, mom."

Matt walked to the kitchen and up the narrow stairwell that led upstairs. His room was the first one to the right, and he pushed his door open and closed it again. Quickly taking the door to the left he entered Lois' room and began to rummage through her closet shelf. There were several books there, but only one that he needed. He slid the rust-colored book from the shelf and crooked it under his arm. He slipped out and quickly dashed across the hall back into his room and he pulled an old throw blanket from his closet. Wrapping it carefully around the book in his arm he made his way back downstairs where Stacy was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.

"What is it you're trying to do, anyway?" She asked, eyeing the blanket. "Those guys deserve to be punished like this."

"It doesn't feel like a punishment, they seem to enjoy it." Matt explained. "Maybe if I can help them uncover their true natures they'd be a little more--embarrassed by the whole situation anyway."

"I don't know." She said sternly. "Mom's going to notice that book missing."

"Not if you don't tell her." Matt said. "I'll have it back here by tomorrow, but I need to check out some things I can try to further their experience and make them realize the mistake they made by hurting you."

"I thought you didn't care." Stacy said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. "You said it was all one big mistake."

"Well this will prove if I'm right or wrong." He said, gesturing to his blanket. "Trust me, I won't betray you guys with it."

"You better not."

The scathing glare that Stacy had given Matt was all the reason he need to walk briskly to his car. As he tossed the book into his passenger seat, he slid in and placed his hand on the object within the blanket. He hummed slightly through his nostrils and started his car to ready his trip back into the city.

"Hey, Chase. Has your ass been hurting a lot lately?"

The question was enough to pull Chase's attention away from the article he was reading in the paper to stare awkwardly at Russell. He was expecting some sort of signal, maybe some sign that he wasn't actually serious about that question. But no sign came, and he had to grumble out an answer.

"No. What the fuck kind of a question is that?"

"Well... I mean." Russell blushed embarrassed. "It's only been over the last few weeks, ever since I first met Matt, and I can't really explain it."

"Maybe you're having gay dreams and Matt's been screwing you." Chase said, returning to his article. "Personally I don't need an update when your sphincter starts pulsing."

"Ew, dude. Gross."

Chase rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go see a doctor about it, then?" He asked. "I mean, hanging out with me and telling me that your ass is bugging you has got to not be the highlight of your day."

"I'm scared to go to the doc." Russell admitted. "You're the only one I really trust, I mean you think you could... take a look at it for me?"

"What? Are you out of your fucking mind, Russ?"

"But you're the only one who experienced "The Inner Experience" man, you're way qualified."

"That was a documentary on prostate health man. I watched it because I couldn't find the damn remote. I am not going to look at your ass, that's for your doctor!"

"Please." Russell frowned.

There was a buzzing feeling in Chase's head again, it was enough to make him feel dizzy, something in his mind echoed that he wanted to look at Russell's ass, after all, there was nothing really wrong with it. They were both adults, they were good friends, it's a fine enough reason to help him out. As his fingers pressed against his scalp hard enough to almost leave indents in it he relented. "Jesus, fine." He said, standing up. "Come on." He said walking past Russell and stepping into the kitchen area. The kitchen was well lit from a skylight and an open drape that led out to the balcony. He pointed at the counter. "Just drop them and lean over the counter."

"In here? I mean, what if someone sees?" Russell asked.

"We're almost on the top floor, nothing can look in on us and this is the best lit room in the house and it isn't as confining as the bathroom unless you'd like my face in your ass. You don't have to take them off, just drop them past the cheeks and I'll take a look."

Chase wasn't exactly sure why he'd given in to the odd request, but he couldn't help but watch as Russell unfastened his jeans and pulled them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear, but he could tell that easily by the way his bulge showed through the front of his pants. His eye twitched slightly, he wasn't even sure how he'd made that observation, but Russ had pulled his jeans down just past his butt cheeks as Chase grabbed a first aid kit and dropped down to his knees behind him.

"You sure you know what you're looking for?" Russell asked.

Chase rolled his eyes. "I think I can find your ass hole." He said sarcastically as he pressed his fingers to the soft, rounded flesh of his friend's cheeks and pushed them apart. He examined the tender pinkish flesh carefully, pulling each cheek from it on each side as he did so. He'd hardly noticed the sudden spring that had gone up in his own pants as his eyes sailed down Russell's crack to his hanging balls. "I... am... uhm... not seeing anything wrong here." He said nervously. "Here, let me see if I can examine a little further." He said as he pulled the back of the pants a little further down, making a semi-aroused cock hop out of its confined denim.

The smell of sex was heavy down below Russell's belt, it looked like he'd been fucked in the ass several times, there was definitely a looseness to the hole as Chase pressed his fingers against it. Each press had a muscle reaction, making Russell's cock bounce and twitch in response. "See anything yet--dude?" He asked, just above a whisper. Chase noticed that Russell was leaning a little harder onto the kitchen counter.

"I---uh-hh..."

Those were the last words that Chase could utter before suddenly shoving his face into the warm cleft of Russell's ass. His tongue ran along the crack, sopping it with his saliva as he hastily made his way to the warm hole. Russell let out a suddenly passionate cry as his legs nearly buckled from the sudden warm intrusion of his best friend's tongue. "AHH! Ffff-fuck, bro!" He cried out as he put his hand back and shoved Chase harder against his ass. Chase simply clutched Russell's cheeks, spreading them further apart as he again plunged his tongue into the twitching, tightening hole, making his friend moan even louder.

Chase could hardly stand it, he unhitched the buckle of his belt and his pants practically flew open as he released the pent up cock inside. It was straining and pushing so hard against his pants that he was shaking in the tightness but his hands quickly returned to their places on Russell's ass. His licking turning to an unfathomable slurping noise as he began to eat out his best friend, enjoying the clean taste and the warm hole. He somehow could remember now that he and Matt had been busy cleaning Russell, the definitive bottom of their little threesome group, and somehow that memory came naturally. He wasn't turned off or disgusted by it, he didn't even realize he'd forgotten, everything just seemed to fall into place and he wanted Russell's ass all the more. He growled loudly as he raised his arm up and pressed down on Russell's back, making him bend over against the counter even more before he got up.

Russell's chest was flat on the cold granite countertop when Chase stood up and leaned his shaft against the insides of his cheeks. There was a resounding slap and grab of his ass that made him cry out and moan, his own member was pressed against the side of the cabinets, but he didn't care, Russell only felt the want, the need to be topped by anyone, especially by Chase or by Matt. He couldn't believe that he'd forgotten the three of them had fucked around on more than one occasion. He kept whimpering "dude" and "fuck" again and again as Chase grinded himself against him.

Suddenly, Chase wrapped an arm around Russell's neck and pulled his back against his chest, their balls pressed together as they shared an intimate kiss that lasted a few moments before they pulled apart. "C'mere." He said, grabbing Russell by the cock and leading him from the kitchen and back into his bedroom. He moved Russell in front of him and pushed him down to sit down on his bed, but Russ didn't want to lie down just yet, instead he took the initiative and grabbed Chase's cock, immediately wrapping his mouth around it.

"Nngh." Chase emitted gruffly, putting his hand on his friend's blond head. "Oh, yeah..." He whispered as he began to slowly slide himself into Russell's mouth, hearing the wet sounds of his mouth as they separated from his cock each time. Deeper and deeper it went until Russell twinged in his gag reflex and swallowed past it. It was amazing how few lessons it took for them to get that trick down and it made it a lot easier. He sighed as Russell's lips wrapped partly around his balls, the feeling of his throat around his cock was overwhelming. The wet fibers that stretched and relaxed as he slowly, then quickly humped into Russell's mouth was so hot that he was on the verge of cumming a lot sooner than he planned on. "Oh fu-fuck, stop..." He whispered quickly extracting himself before he burst all over his face.

"No good?" Russell asked with a blush.

"Oh, no. Too good, and I want to be able to fuck you good and deep, bud." He grinned and pushed Russell's chest, making him lie down on the bed as he moved in, Chase angled his cock into the space between Russell's cheeks and pushed himself inward.

"Ahh-hahh... too big you need to lube it!" Russell winced as he felt the soft pop of Chase's cock push into him.

"Already lubed up enough." Chase grinned as he pushed into Russell's warmth, letting out an audible moan as his length slid further and further in. It wasn't entirely safe sex, but the two of them had known each other for so long, if Matt hadn't put them together like this... --Matt... The thought that came in almost made Chase lose his drive.

"S-somethin' wrong?" Russell asked.

"Just shut up." Chase demanded lustily as he wrapped his arm around his friend's neck and kissed him again as he thrust in harder all of a sudden, making them both yelp into each other's mouths. Chase didn't care about how the two of them got together, the point was that they were there together now and Russell felt so good to fuck. He felt the hole tighten around his invading shaft, he heard Russell cry out and beg for more. It wasn't long until both of their bodies were sweaty messes and Chase rolled Russell over onto his side to drive himself even deeper, the tight tailbone bouncing against his crotch as he nearly threw his friend into the headboard with each lustful thrust.

Suddenly, Russell cried out and started to cum, streams of white shot from him and layered almost invisibly on the white sheets they were laying on. The sight, the smell of it was more than enough for Chase and he grunted and pushed himself in as far as he could go before letting himself release. "AHHH Yeah!" He grunted again and again as he felt his fluids escape his cock and fill Russell's ass. The two of them intertwined for several minutes until the orgasms faded and the afterglow had ended, everything that followed was silence.

Matt walked into his apartment and threw his blanket onto his couch as he took his book and seated himself next to it. He flipped through the pages feverishly, trying to find the spell that was cast that cursed Chase and Russell into helplessly insatiable gay men. Page fourty-two, curses that made womens' hair suddenly come to life, no. Eighty had a curse of making one's teeth revolt and fall out as new life forms--yikes. Finally, as he approached page three hundred and seventy, he spotted the curse to grant men the vision of switching their sexual desires.

"Damn, no counter curse or anything..." He muttered as he read through the lengthy details of the curse. "It must mean this is something meant to go on, but never come off..." He paused as he came to a particular line. "...so long as their interest remains strong?" His eyes widened. "So... their enjoyment is actually what's keeping the curse on them. What the hell? This is a pretty sick spell, mom." As he turned the page over, he noticed another incantation that caught his eye. "Bringing out your inner self." He said as he read the words written down. "Heart and soul buried deep, grant the dreams that we may keep. Cursed men by the bell's next toll, bring out the beasts within your soul..." He paused as the line cut off, and uncontrollably his mind wondered back to himself and how he would deal with Chase and Russell.

*CRACK! BOOM!* A forceful crack of thunder and brilliant flash of lightning from outside Matt's window startled him and he closed the book.

"Rain? Now?" He asked as he got out of his seat and looked outside, but the streets looked perfectly dry and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "Hrm..." He pondered. "How weird." He said as he stepped from the window. His eyes fell to the book that was suddenly glowing and he gasped. "Oh no, what've I done now?" He asked aloud as he ran from his apartment.

"Nnnf... fuck..." Chase said aloud as he came out of a stone cold sleep, his eyes were extremely heavy as though he'd been sleeping for hours, but instead it was his arm that had fallen asleep. He then realized his cock was still buried deep inside of Russell who had barely roused from a similar sleep. "Jesus... did we just do what... what I think we did?"

"Mmmrh..." Russell barely moved at all from his position of being spooned. "No wonder my ass has been hurting me lately." He said. "Dude, it's like a tanker truck trying to slip into a tunnel too small for it." He whimpered a bit as he wiggled his rump.

"But you--you remember?" Chase asked. "I mean, before that last one I don't even really... remember us doing this before."

"I do." Russell said before finally pulling himself away from Chase and rolling over on the bed to look at him. "I just... didn't remember before that, yeah. Same as you."

There was a loud knocking at the door that finally pulled the two of them from their daze, as Chase quickly grabbed a robe and threw it on he whispered to Russell. "Look, not a word of this, man." He said. "I mean... at least not until we figure this stuff out, alright?"

"Yeah. Lips are sealed." Russell said as he made a twisting motion over his mouth.

"Good. 'cause that's the last thing we want people to be saying about us." He said as he stormed across the living room as he continued talking. "That we're a couple of every day fags--" He paused as he pulled the door open and noticed Matt standing on the other side of it.

"Oh. Hey!" Matt said, adjusting his glasses and chuckling cheerfully."Hey, listen Chase, I needed to talk to you, man. I--WHOA!" He was cut off as he was suddenly grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled into the apartment. Nearly thrown across the room, Matt caught himself before he fell onto the couch as Chase stormed over to him.

"Okay, you got about ten seconds to give in and tell me what the fuck you did to us!" He shouted angrily.

"Did to y--oh shit, you remmeber?"

"Do I remember?" He said angrily as he wrapped his arm around Matt's head and pulled him close into a headlock. "Do I fucking remember? YES I remember, both of us do! What the fuck did you do to us, man? I would've never considered fucking Russ before, but now it's the first and the last thing on my mind that I want to do, and I want. To know. WHY?" He said, each break in his sentence followed by a tighter stranglehold.

"It-it's not really my fault. My mom and my sister did it, I was just sent to insure you guys had fun!"

"Your mom and your sister?"

"Yeah, Stacy from a couple weeks back ago. In the club she worked at, she was a bartender and you grabbed her and accidentally hurt her. Only I'm the only one who was convinced it was an accident! They cursed you to desire men like you desired women before! I'm sorry you're having such a hard time with this, it must be terrible!"

"You really expect me to believe this is all because of some curse?" He asked.

"Yeah... yeah but I think I broke it a little bit ago, that's why you can remember. I'm sorry I lured you into it." Matt admitted, trying to loosen the hold on his neck. "I'm sure you've got some crying to do hmm? You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses would you?"

"Well, actually..." Chase said at last, releasing Matt finally and letting him fall down to the floor. "Actually it really wasn't that bad."

"It w-what?"

Chase shrugged. "Well I won't be ashamed now to admit I'd been feeling like that for Russ for a while, maybe in your sick demented way you helped us out."

"Really?" Matt asked as he stood up and grinned. "Well, even if the curse is broken, nothing says we can't have a little fun with it, hm?" He asked as he leaned his chest against the more muscled tone that Chase presented under his robe. Chase's eyes slightly began to close into a relaxed state as the pair of them leaned in for a kiss.

"AHHHHHHH!" The startling cry from the other room shook Matt and Chase from their near kiss and the two of them ran into Chase's room where Russell stood naked by the dresser, staring at himself in the mirror. He turned around and his eyes were a bright golden color with dilated pupils filling his eyes with a pool of black. "Help me! Help me guys!"

"Russ, what the fuck?" Chase asked as he ran over to examine him. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! I-I-I just... hey what's he doing here?" He pointed at Matt.

"Nevermind that." Chase answered. "What were you just doing?"

"I-I don't know! I got out of the shower and I looked at my reflection, I walked over and began to wonder what I'd look like with... with eagle eyes and suddenly poof! They were there!"

"Why the fuck would you want to want eagle eyes?"

"I dunno." Russell shrugged. "I mean, they can see far, they have like fifty by fifty vision, and I've always liked how their eyes looked!"

"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." Chase sighed dismissively.

"Wait... so you wanted the eyes of an eagle, and they just appeared?" Matt asked.

"Yeah. So?"

"Uh-oh..." Chase noticed Matt cringe as he said that.

"Oh, what did you do now? Some other curse?"

"No... no, not a curse... I might have... accidentally partly overrode the curse with a magic spell."

"WHAT!?" Both of the men screeched at the same time.

Matt winced and whimpered. "I took a spellbook that contained the curse my mom placed on you to--more or less not get enough of each other. And I read an incantation that I thought was just something to be read during some ritual or something, I didn't realize I'd actually cast it until after--"

"Will you cut to the chase, man?"

"Well... that--that is... the spell is designed to bring in your inner beast. I think it means whatever animalistic aspect you desire you can make happen for a short time."

"Like... eagle eyes, or fox ears?"

"Or the cock of a horse?" Russell added, making the other two stare at him. "Sorry... still getting used to this whole gay-want-to-suck-a-cock thing I've got going on." He frowned.

"Basically yeah... in a way, my accidental spell might have given you what most comic book superheroes get by chance."

"That ain't going to excuse what you put us through, Matt." Chase glared. "But I guess with some practice, this thing can be fun." He closed his eyes and concentrated, and suddenly in a flash of red light a pair of rust-colored fox ears appeared on top of his head, replacing his normal ears. "Wow! A little loud now, but it works!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"No need to shout!" Russell shouted back.

"You aren't hearing all the loud noises I'm hearing!" Chase shouted back "I just have to figure out how to drown out what I don't want to hear first."

"Well, it'll take some time but we'll get you guys mastered in on this." Matt said waving his hands.

"What about you?" Russell asked. "Don't you have the same ability."

Matt shook his head. "No, it was meant for you two being the cursed targets I wanted to cure. I'll just be a willing victim." He grinned.

Three days had passed a lot more calmly than either Chase or Russell had expected, aside from Forsythe basically hounding them every minute, the two of them resisted the urge to really do anything with each other, or have anything to do with Matt, whose apartment never sounded occupied anymore. Their lives fell into some semblance of normalcy, and they'd practically forgotten all about their animalistic abilities until one day Chase went to the bank.

The bank smelled like the inside of some ancient tomb, it was small, confined even around the teller's lines which was cordoned off with ropes that simulated the snake like pattern of the line people were supposed to be in. Chase could already smell trouble when three men entered the bank, separately, but quite obviously together, he could almost sense the danger. The first man looked like a modern day yuppie, he had a low slung black leather jacket and a pop collar shirt underneath it. He wore sunglasses on the pretty cloudy afternoon outside and seemed to slink by the area where bankers called their customers into their tiny cubicles. The second had long, shoulder-length curly brown hair and a white bandanna on his head. He had a blue denim vest with a wife beater under it and a pair of matching denim pants along with some clunky hard, deep soled boots that clapped the ground as he walked. The third man looked more average, he had a white T Shirt and short black hair along with white jeans and a sweater.

"ALRIGHT! Freeze!!" The denim jacketed man roared out suddenly, pulling a handgun from his pocket and firing a few shots into the air to prove his point. The tellers and customers all screamed and immediately hit the deck. Chase was slower to get down onto the ground as he watched the other two suddenly bolt toward the main desk. He knew that they were together, their outfits were too obviously different to make any sense. "Now! We want to cut this clean and quick, so just stay put on the floor, don't look at us and we'll be out of here quickly.

"Bullshit..." Chase uttered softly just as the leather jacket was walking by. Abruptly he was grabbed by the back of his neck and pulled up to his feet.

"Well look what we have here, some guy who just can't keep his mouth shut."

Chase was nervous as the other two came over to him, the guy with the white pants glaring at him with an obvious expression of dullness in his eyes. "You got something to say to us?" The man in denim asked, pressing the barrel of an overly exaggerated shotgun to the man's face.

"No--no not at all." Chase shook his head. "I-uhm don't believe that you don't mean anyone harm. I mean, why else would you come with guns?"

"To make sure we're protected." He answered with a scoff.

"Then you bring more people and different weapons. Three guys don't walk in to rob a bank with guns unless they're scared about getting caught, hm?"

The man's teeth made a sucking noise as he dragged a tongue along them. "Maybe. But the way this here robbery goes, if everyone cooperates, we leave them alone."

"Until you decide to rob this bank again." Chase said, sounding a little more bold. "Or you attack whatever bank any of these fine people visit and just on the off chance they get in your way, you waste them anyway. You've got no reason to assure their safety when you can't guarantee it, it makes me so angry I just kind of want to--"

Chase didn't even hear the end of his own sentence, suddenly, his head lunged forward and he butted the forehead of the denim man in front of him, knocking him back literally fifty feet. Chase didn't even realize he'd summoned the horns of a ram when butting his head against it, but the feeling came coursing through his veins that he just wanted more excitement.

The other two drew their guns, and Chase new he had to get away. He crouched down and felt his legs both pop at the knees and bend backwards. The pain was momentary, and lasted as long as it took for his new frog feet to kick him up into the air. Shots went off and shattered the bank door windows as Chase found himself twenty feet in the air. He shrieked, but as he came down he saw Russell burst through the door and charge at the robbers, his arms were huge in comparison to the rest of his body as he swung his great ape arms across and backhanded the leather jacket guy across the room. White pants turned to shoot him, but Chase had come down onto his shoulders and leaped off again, shoving the human down onto the ground by force.

"You okay, dude?" Russell asked as the two of them came back to back, watching the three men getting up out of their daze.

"A little creeped out by all this." Chase admitted. "Let's get it done!" They separated again.

Russell formed elongated facial features as his ears folded back and grew upward on the sides of his head as both white pants and leather jacket guy got to their feet to find him preening and leaning in on them. "Hey guys, what's the bat say?"

"What's the--what?"

The leather jacket guy could hardly ask his question when Russell threw his head back and let forth a mighty, high pitched scream that threw the two of them back to the floor. He grabbed the one with the white pants and charged toward the door with him. Quickly grappling the man's shirt with his claw, Russell jumped into the air and threw his wings out at their full length to fly up over the floor of the lobby as the man in his claws screamed, being picked up as well. Flapping his powerful wings, Russell grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, together they exited the building as he clung for dear life to Russell's now taloned partly transformed feet.

"Oh god! Don't let me go! Don't let me go!" The man begged, on the verge of tears as Russell swooped along the street, taking him about ten feet into the air, then twelve feet before his strength began to gave.

"Sorry dude. Going out with the garbage!" Russell said in an almost sing-song voice before releasing the screaming crook over a dumpster. As he watched the lid slam shut, Russell made a U-turn and headed back toward the bank.

There was a deafening roar like a bear as Chase's large ursine claws swiped at the remaining two assailants. He managed to clock one on the side of his head, sending the leather guy into the desk unconscious before the denim guy pulled out a switch blade. Deftly avoiding the strike, Chase's head shifted, his arms returning to normal as a massive horn suddenly shot from the man's nose along with a full blown rhino's snout. As it came in contact with denim guy's weapon, he screamed at the freakish rhino-headed abomination and tried to strike again, but Chase was too quick and instead rammed his head into the crook's chest, throwing him back hard in a charge that almost bent his attacker backwards over the teller counter. Winded and weak, denim guy eventually dropped his knife and collapsed to the floor unconscious. As Russell came running in and Chase's head returned to its normal shape, the witnesses to the fight began to suddenly applaud the two heroes, and they looked at one another, realizing they would need to leave before the police arrived and tried to interrogate them. After explaining where the third man was, the pair of them left at the sounds of distant sirens.

"Dude! That was such a rush!" Russell cheered gleefully as the pair of them jogged down the alley way into the next block. "I mean, did you see those guys? We were like "rawwwr!" and they were all "AHHH!" it was sweet!"

"Yeah, yeah. All well and fun." Chase said. "But we need to make sure we keep this sort of thing our secret, Russ. I mean, do you realize the experiments they would put us through to find out how we got these powers?"

"Hey. When all else fails, we could always throw Matt under the bus. And his mom, too!"

"Atta boy."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know Stacy." Matt sighed into his receiver as he flipped through the pages of the book. "I promised I'd have it back, but there's a few things in here I'm trying to figure out." He paused, listening to his sister say something on the other end. "Well, I don't know, just keep her from going into her closet a couple more days, okay?" There was another pause. "Well... pick out her outfit for tomorrow!" There was a knock at his door. "Okay, look, I've got to go, someone's at the door... yes, really. Okay I'll try to have it back tomorrow then. Bye bye." He put his phone down and walked over to his door, opening it he felt a sudden rush of skin against his body and Chase's tongue down his throat. Not denying this surprise for one second, he quickly wrapped his hands around the man and dragged his fingers down a mane of hair that trailed down as far as his shirtlessness went before finding the knot of a tail and feeling how bushy it went out. "Ffffuck, Chase. That was hot." He admitted before admiring him. Chase had managed to transform the top of his head down the majority of his back with a sheet of thick, white fur. His amber eyes told Matt that he was dealing with a wolf transformation, and he grinned at the concept. Russell chuckled as he came in after Chase and closed the door. "Boy, what's gotten into you two tonight?"

"Well that unbeatable urge to be with you never really went away when Chase and I realized we enjoyed what we'd become." Russell explained.

"Especially when it meant we would get to fuck you too." Chase's voice sounded deeper, as transformed as most of his body was as the man's taloned fingers dipped down into Matt's pants. His tail swished a bit as an unmistakable crackling sound expanded a partial muzzle, which then nipped and licked at Matt's neck as he fell back.

Matt sighed deeply as he felt the front of his pants come loose, then an almost ravenous rip as his jeans tore open some in the front, letting his cock spill out as Chase quickly craned his neck down and wrapped his lips around it. "Ahhh fuck..." He whispered. He watched as Russell had unfastened his pants, unfurling a physically impossible trait for any human to have; an ebony cock that fell almost clear to his knees that thickened and began to harden immediately on feeling the open air of the room. He grinned and stroked himself a bit, letting the thickness swell, a bead of precum trickle off the tip of his cock. "Been--ahh... playing with animal cocks?" He asked, trying not to get lost in Chase's insatiable oral pleasures. All hope was lost, however when Chase impatiently pulled Matt's legs up and his tongue began to explore further into Matt's nether regions. "Ahhh...gads." he whimpered as his ass felt cold to the air on the wetness being spread across it. "Ffff-uck."

"What can I say, dude? Guess we got used to it." Russell admitted, tracing the outline of the human's face with the tip of his cock, and giving it a good outline coating of his seed before Matt opened his mouth and engulfed the shaft, making a flutter of air escape his jaw like an actual pony as his shaft slid down the warm, moist gullet.

Matt's hand reached back and firmly slapped Russell's ass as he felt the wolf-like tongue push into his hole deeper and more enthusiastically than before, making him groan as he choked down on the warm hunk of flesh filling his mouth. He could feel Russell's legs buckle slightly as he thrust inward and Matt had to accommodate more than he was used to as the thick cock tried to force its way down his throat, there would be no way that he could take the entire equine member either through his mouth, or his ass but he enjoyed every moment of it as his lips slurped along it, just barely to the median line of the equine member as Russell's hand grabbed the back of his head and tried oh so hard to fit as much of himself into his mouth.

Having had enough of this, Chase pulled himself from Matt's ass and unfastened the thin layer of pants that he wore and pulled them down, revealing that though his body aside from the back and top of his head was human, Chase also had a rather thick wolf-like sheath with a swollen member looming over a pair of white furry balls. He couldn't get any further changed if he tried, in fact, he was barely there anymore, leaving just the animal he'd acquired the aspects of. "I th-thought you could only pick small aspects?" Matt chuckled nervously, letting the horse cock fall from his mouth.

Chase smirked. "A lot of a wolf is linked to sex." He admitted. "Thick snout and ears for picking up a mate, a strong pelt of fur and a back to contort for it. A tail to flag dominance, and a thick, healthy wolf cock to breed you with, now, turn over." He said, not waiting for Matt to move on his own as he quickly turned him over and gently lowered the human to the floor.

Matt moaned softly as he felt his hips hoisted up from underneath, the inquisitive wolf snout running along the small of his back before a separating of his ass cheeks and the wet wolf-like tongue returned to his hole. Chase smacked the bare ass, just to feel it tighten around his tongue as it trailed from the man's balls up his crack to his hole and in. Then he repeated the process again as Russell sank to his knees, stroking his throbbing erection. His eyes were looking somewhat tired, obviously blood rushing to such a massive cock would have a consequence of exhaustion to the human brain, but he was close. His body shook as he stroked himself pressing his cock against Matt's face again and again as he did so.

"Oh, fuck. Here it comes dude... Hnnngh!" He huffed loudly and suddenly came.

Explosive, that was all that Matt could think to describe it as the horse cock suddenly shot off, covering him in several thick layers of cum, his face, his head, even across his shoulders were soaked in a matter of seconds. But that wasn't all, when he returned his eyes to the horse cock, he watched it continue to fire nearly complete straight lines across the floor, two, then thre, then four feet out from the spout at the tip of his shaft. Russell's mouth hung open and he puttered his lips again before slowly returning his strokes to normal speed and sending off weaker spouts of cum.

Already hard as a rock, Matt grinned as he watched the cock slowly retreat to its average human form as Russell panted and partly collapsed onto his hands and knees, that sweet round butt hovering in the air bade him to bring it closer. With the grudging support from Chase, Matt reached over and caressed Russell's butt and began to slip his fingers in between the cheeks of his ass. Groping and fondling the hanging balls as they returned to their normal shape and hanging height. Matt leaned in and made a few laps along the sweet tasting, cum covered balls before moving up higher to enjoy the warm hole that Russell was presenting to him. Chase's needing grip made Matt raise his ass more as he felt the wolf start to move up his back. Now would be a better time than any to take advantage of Russell's ass. He felt Chase's grip tighten in an "it's mine" stance, but Matt never moved beyond the grappling wolf's cock, which was now sliding along the inside of his cheeks, pressing needfully against his well lubricated hole. Matt pulled Russell toward him and stood, just enough to line his cock up against the hole, but he didn't slide in just yet. Instead he used his weight to push Russell's shoulders to the floor, making Matt's ass a prime target for the ravenous Chase. Chase grinned wildly as he assumed his position at the top of the pile and began to poke the head of his cock against Matt's hole, in turn his needing presses began to force the way of Matt's own member to push into Russell, who was again drooling precum onto the floor. Instinctively, he developed ears like a fox that flattened against his head and with one stern push from the wolf, both penetrations happened at once.

Both of the bottoms cried out as Matt felt the hot flesh of the wolf cock penetrate him, and his own human shaft pushed unrestrained into Russell. Russell moaned lustily and grabbed at the carpet, his ears flicking as if hearing every sound of their penetration. Chase growled and pushed himself in further, deeper, harder as their bodies pressed together. Fur, and sweat, flesh and cum all seemed to fill the air at once. Matt's body flexed, his miniscule frame almost meager in comparison to the thicker, hunkier bodies of Chase and Russell. They both howled and moaned in the delight of this pile of sex, Russell's knees felt like they were trembling as he shoved his ass against Matt's cock, moving faster than their set tempo, which made Chase begin to fuck all that much faster. He leaned back to get a good momentum in and continually bucked in so hard that Russell was skidding across the floor. His hair had tumbled over his eyes, his hand over a blushing red face, Matt still couldn't get over how much Russell loved a thick cock in his ass, and Matt was accommodating enough size for the blond haired human who reveled in it.

This went on for some time, eventually they took a break from the penetration to find the softer comforts of Matt's bed, but once in there, they were right back at it, screwing like animals. Though Chase never took a turn with Russell, they were both hellbent on sandwiching Matt between them.

Finally, Russell was the first to cum. It wasn't nearly as powerful as his horse cock cum, but it still shot a few long strings into the sheet. Chase was working up to his orgasm, Matt could tell when the man's breathing began to get faster and his inhuman growls increasing in frequency. His orgasm was a tremor, followed by a growl of relief as a sudden, heavy flood of cum suddenly fired into the human. Matt moaned, feeling the sudden flood of being bred by this "werewolf" of a man. The wet slapping of Chase's cock in his ass only made him want to cum even more, and suddenly he came too, making the more submissive Russell whimper as he felt the hard shots of a pent up human firing into his depths. Matt slipped out partway through, and felt himself soaking his sheets and Matt's own ass and balls as he gripped in the throes of the passionate lovemaking from Chase. He had no idea why his sister and mother had such a misunderstanding about him, but he also couldn't hear his thoughts above the sound of his moaning.

The combination of the three men lying in bed together, one of them still partly shifted into the form of a wolf, it wasn't hard for Matt to notice when Chase rolled over in the night and get out of the pile of flesh. Matt first opened his eyes slightly and watched that sexy, untouched ass wander out of the room and into the bathroom. Just the imagery of Chase's backside was enough to get him going again and he carefully slid out from under Russell's tightened grasp.

Strolling naked through the apartment wasn't much of a change to what he was used to, Matt followed the familiar glow to the bathroom, where he noticed the partly changed wolf man furiously running his hand up and down his thickened cock as streams of precum poured down over his knuckles and dripped onto the counter, filling the room with an unmistakable musk that made Matt grin. The look of shock on Chase's face as Matt leaned in the door was priceless, as was the flush that entered his cheeks when the human grabbed his ass and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Their tongues clicked together as Matt pressed his body against the waistline of the taller man. He didn't care about the difference in their height, as he hooked a finger up under Chase's hole he felt the man moan, his chest heavily expanding and contracting on contact as Chase wrapped his arms around Matt, still leaning his ass toward the penetrating fingers. No words passed between the men, Matt wanted to assert that he was still the one in control, and like a good pup, Chase allowed himself to be pushed against the sink by a single hand. He held his hips away a bit to keep from punching a hole in the cabinet, but at this point, Matt wouldn't have cared. He pulled away from the kiss and nipped ferally on the end of Chase's ear as he slipped behind him and began to prod his cock against the penetration point where his fingers were continuing to tease.

"Just do it!" Chase panted loudly as another push from Matt's hand silenced him. Matt prodded his cock just a bit more, teasing the man before finally penetrating him.

Chase let out a lustful howl and clutched the stone of the sink counter as the human fucked him now. In and out, slowly, then a little faster, Matt settled into an unpredictable rhythm that made Chase continue to moan. Spurts of his cum splattered against the front of the cabinet and trickled down toward the floor as the wet slaps of their balls swatting together echoed in the acoustics of the room. It wasn't long before Matt let out a savage grunt and suddenly unloaded into the partly canine ass. He placed a hand on his hip and humped into the orgasm, letting his cum push his cock out and fire an arch or two across the other man's back. Chase had his head buried in his arm, howling a bit into the sink, at some point during the human's orgasm, the wolf had cum too, and the room was already starting to smell even more heavily of the wolf musk. Matt and Chase grinned at each other, Matt, having popped his friend's cherry was pleased at the satisfied look on the man's face and kissed him again. "C'mon. Let's go to bed, maybe we can get Russ in on this later."

"In other news, authorities are still on the lookout for two mysterious individuals who foiled a bank robbery yesterday..." The news anchor's voice roused Matt from a very deep sleep. They'd fucked and fallen asleep with the television on, and as his eyes adjusted to the auburn haired reporter, he couldn't help but cuddle up against Russell's hips, feeling Chase snoozing over his shoulder. A screen came up to an image of Chase with a Rhino's head, bashing in the denim jacketed robber and sending him flying across the room. "Two men, both caucasian are the mysterious heroes of a heist held in the middle of the afternoon yesterday. Three armed men intended to rob the Second National bank on

Highman Street when they were fended off by two men who strangely had the power to become partly animals..."

"Guys?" Matt asked, rousing the other two. "What's this all about?"

"Mmm?" Chase said, looking at the television. "Oh, right." He said.

"You guys shouldn't be doing that." Matt scolded them

"Well, we couldn't exactly do nothing, dude." Russell said, yawning as well. "Those people could've got hurt."

"You two could've got hurt." Matt said. "You're not invincible, what the hell were you guys thinking?"

"Look, those guys had it coming to them." Chase said, sitting up and sliding to the end of the bed. "We'd been practicing our shifts, and I figured it was a good chance to test them."

"Well, you did kind of kick their asses. But that's not the point." Matt said. "I didn't give you the powers to show off, I gave them to you to--"

"To what? Control us?" Chase asked. "Take some curse off us that really just opened our eyes? Thanks, Matt. We just figured we'd do something with the gifts we got." Matt frowned a bit. "Without your mom and your sister we probably wouldn't have been cursed at all to be like this."

"So, what are you saying? You'd rather be the same chauvinistic jerks who hurt Stacy or what?"

Chase glared at Matt with this. "Y'know what, fine. I don't want to explain myself to you, so you can go to hell." He said sliding off the bed, followed quickly by Russell.

As the two of them left, Matt groaned angrily and threw himself back onto the messy sheets of his bed and covered his head with his pillows.

It took Matt nearly an hour to clean up the mess the boys had made the night before. All in all, it was probably worth the effort to clean cum off the hardwood floor, and to send his pillows and blankets through rigorous cycles in his washing machine, but he still felt absurdly depressed over their abrupt departure that morning. When he heard the doorbell, he half expected it to be Chase, having forgotten his underwear or something from the night before. But when he opened it, he saw a large, dark skinned man in a black suit that seemed to be a size too small for him.

"Can I help you?"

"Matt Gordon?" The man asked.

"Yes?"

The shot wasn't more than a whisper to Matt's ear as he felt the sting just under his collar bone. He looked down to the gun that fired at him, then the dart stabbed into his chest. Instinctively, he pulled it out, but a sudden fainting feeling washed over him and he fell backwards onto the floor. The man's visage leaned over him as clouds of darkness washed in around his eyes. "My boss wants to have a word with you about your "visitors"." His voice warbled off into an echo as the entire world went black around Matt's eyes.

The room was still spinning as Matt came to. He felt himself tied to a chair, his wrists behind his back, and a single spotlight over his head being the only source of illumination in the room as he let out a soft groan, then held his breath. He didn't want his captors to know he'd regained consciousness, but it was too late as a lighter illuminated the darkness just in front of him and a fat, pompous looking man in a noisy hawaiian-style shirt lit a cigar in front of him.

"Really? The cliched villain makes an appearance?" He asked sarcastically, but got a backhand from the man sitting in front of him who then leaned back and puffed on his stoagie.

"So. Mister Gordon, it's good to meet you." He said. "I'm called Donny by my mother. Everyone else calls me Mr. Green."

"That makes a great name for parties, do you cater?" Another smack across the face nearly twisted his neck out of joint.

"Now, my hand can easily grow tired of doing this to your smart mouth." He said. "So I suggest forgetting the fucking attitude, or my assistant Tony will be delivering far better punishment than even I can dish out."

Matt eyed the imposing guard from before that had knocked him out, who simply moved his hand and cracked all of his knuckles at once. "Okay, okay. Sheesh." He said. "What do you want?"

"Your boys foiled a bank robbery yesterday." He answered. "Turned into some kinda animal things, I don't know, but they got my boy and his friends arrested. And I want to know where they live."

"And what makes you think I know anything?"

"Well, it seems these two had injured your sister some weeks back, and Chase I think his name is lives in your apartment complex. So I don't think it's much of a coincidence that you might have crossed paths once in a while."

"Look. I don't know where they are." Matt said. "Why don't you stakeout his apartment? He's sure to turn up sooner or later, right?"

"Oh, gee. Why didn't I think of that? Hey, Boom, give this guy a medal will ya?" He said sarcastically. "Thing of it is though, we can't guarantee those two fucks will be back at his place tonight. So we're holding you as an... incentive to get them to come here. But I know your family, Gordon. Your mother pulls off those magic tricks, or at least she did until she retired. I'm thinking that she passed her gifts off to you, and for some reason or another, you got these two assholes involved in ruining my operations. So either, you tell us where we can find them, or we cut you into little pieces so they find you all over the city."

"I don't know anything." Matt admitted. "Why don't you and Boom go and make better use of your time, I'm sure it'd be a hot topic on youtube or something."

Green's eyes narrowed angrily. "You know, I don't like that smart attitude of yours." He said, leaning forward and bringing his cigar dangerously close to Matt's face. "In fact, I think I'll burn one of your eyes out right now, you miserable fucker."

Just before Green could move any closer, there was the sound of an alarm bell, then screams and gunshots being heard from outside the room. Green stood up and drew a gun from his pocket. "Boom, get out there and see what the fuck's going on." He said, suddenly developing a sweat.

Boom slipped through the door and Green closed it behind him, trapping himself in the cell with Matt. "If these are your freaks, Gordon, they aren't gonna take me alive."

"You sure about that?" Chase's voice made Green scream in shock and he turned around just in time to see Chase drop to his hands as his suddenly transformed legs kicked him in the face with all the strength of a mule's blow. Matt winced, hearing the gun go off as Green fell flat against the wall and then sank down to the floor unconscious. Quickly, Chase stood up and began to unfasten the ropes that held Matt down. "Let's go, I'm not sure how long even Russell can distract these idiots."

"But how? The door's locked from the outside."

Another shifting kick from Chase's mule legs made short work of the door. It struck Boom, standing directly outside of it who collapsed to the floor unconscious. "As if you have to ask?" He grinned. "Come on, the police will be here in a bit, they'll take these guys in." He said as the two of them ran down the hall and into the darkness of the corridors.

The sun was low in the sky when Matt and Chase met up with Russell, three miles from the hideout of Don Green. They could see the flashing lights of police cars surrounding the complex and enjoyed the view of him being put into cuffs and being pushed into the back of a patrol car.

"So how'd you guys know I was in trouble?" Matt asked.

"Hey, even you don't leave your place in shambles, dude." Russell said.

"I used my wolf smell to track your scent. It didn't take long to realize it was Green who was holding you here in an attempt to lure us out." Chase added. "I think I like the wolf, it's an animal that grows on you."

"You want to know about growing, you need to try horse cock sometime, bro." Russell snickered. "Now that is a rush. But I wouldn't recommend spider webbing though, it ain't exactly Spiderman kissing Mary Jane, and it burns when the thread comes out the ass."

"You are. So gay right now, Russ." Chase said with a laugh.

"But what about the curse." Matt said. "I haven't found a way to completely take it off you yet."

"We'll keep it." Chase said. "I mean, it gave us this; super powers and an appreciation for gay sex." He smirked.

"Speaking of which, dude. Are you guys up for another round?" Matt and Chase looked at each other, then laughed loudly. "What? What's so funny?"

"Sure, "dude"" Chase said with a grin. "Let's go make another mess."

"Can we do it at your place this time?" Matt asked. "I'm still cleaning up after last night."

THE END