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Things had been starting out so<\/em> well. A vacation spent not in some sun-baked tourist trap, but in a pleasantly temperate forest with only his boyfriend for company \u2014 that was pretty much perfect in Kevin\u2019s mind. The day was sunny and mild, the breeze just enough to rustle the leaves and keep them cool as they hiked, and the air was full of animal calls; just a wonderful summer day, really.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These woods weren\u2019t entirely natural, of course; the company tending them claimed to offer an Indiana Jones Lite sort of explorer experience, \u201cancient ruins\u201d to explore, puzzles to solve, though so far, he and Jack hadn\u2019t seen anything more disruptive to the forest than the game trail they were on. It seemed to be wending its way towards a river, though, and that was always a good place to look for \u201cancient\u201d settlements, wasn\u2019t it? It was, they figured, at least a good starting point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Kevin was looking over his shoulder, about to comment on the chatter of yet another upset squirrel, when the ground gave way under his feet. He had just enough time to let out a yelp before his backside hit tumbling dirt, knocking the breath out of him. He bumped and slid under the surface, roots and dirt and clouds of dust racing past his eyes as he went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bumpy ride made it hard to get a sense of just how far he\u2019d gone, but his butt was feeling more than a little raw by the time he came to a halt sprawled out on a solid surface, pebbles bouncing and tumbling around him. Up above, he heard Jack calling out \u2014 \u201cKevin? Kev? Fuck, man, say something!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guy was frantic, and why wouldn\u2019t he be? But there was no need for him to panic. \u201cI\u2019m all right,\u201d Kevin shouted back \u2013 a bit prematurely, maybe, as he hadn\u2019t really taken stock of things yet, but he didn\u2019t feel<\/em> anything immediately worse than battered and bruised. He waved a hand through the clouds of dust that had followed him down, trying to disperse them and get some sense of where he\u2019d wound up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dust cleared, and in an instant Kevin forgot about his bruises.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was in a stone structure\u2014worked<\/em> stone, big blocks of it, not a natural cavern. Where he was seemed to be a collapsed passage of some kind, but a body-length or so past his boots, it looked perfectly sound, and a little bit past that,<\/em> it opened up into a broader chamber. Much<\/em> broader, though he couldn\u2019t see much of it past some large obstruction rising right in front of the passage. Warm golden light came from that chamber, soft and steady, not flickering like firelight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holy hell. He\u2019d been expecting some clumps of half-overgrown stone on the surface, not this.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

He craned his neck to look up behind him. He must have come a good twenty or thirty feet, but there was a clear line of daylight shining down; the sun wasn\u2019t at an angle for it to actually illuminate much down this far, but it did look like a pretty straight course. \u201cCan you get down here all right, Jack? You\u2019ll want to see this!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDown?<\/em>\u201d Even muffled by the distance and distorted by the irregular tunnel, the incredulity in Jack\u2019s voice was plain. \u201cI hope so, man, just gimme a moment to finish tying this off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Safety first; that was fine by him. \u201cGotcha,\u201d he called back, and slipped out of his backpack before proceeding to gingerly pick himself up. His shoulders complained a bit, but nothing too strenuous; nothing broken. His throat was irritated \u2013 he was coughing after his encounter with that much dust \u2013 but he was a long way from choking. A quick pat-down of himself found nothing that stung enough to suggest he\u2019d even got a scrape, never mind a cut. Rough as his descent had been, it had been a slide,<\/em> not a fall,<\/em> and most of what had come down with him was dirt, with only a scattering of small pebbles and leaf litter. Could have been a lot worse, really.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The light from the hole dimmed almost to nothing; Jack must have started his own descent. Kevin strode around the little passageway, swinging his arms and legs to shake out whatever kinks might have been knocked into him on the way down. Presently, he heard scraping, and a bit more soil came tumbling down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scraping? Oh, Jack wasn\u2019t coming down himself;<\/em> he was letting his pack<\/em> down first. A few more seconds and it was out of the hole; Kevin grabbed a strap with one hand and the nylon rope with the other. \u201cGot your pack,\u201d he yelled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood, \u2018cause there ain\u2019t much rope left. A\u2019ight, I\u2019m comin\u2019.\u201d True to his word, only about three feet of rope came down when it went slack \u2013 but it had been enough, and really, that was the most important thing. Again the hole went dark, and Kevin stepped aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack didn\u2019t come down quite as quickly as Kevin himself had, but it didn\u2019t take him much<\/em> longer; he came down on a rappelling winch, one footstep at a time, but without needing to worry about handholds. With his boots on the stone, he squeezed the clamp, then turned to look at Kevin, wide-eyed and worried. \u201cShit, man, you scared the crap out of me,\u201d he breathed, hands seizing Kevin\u2019s shoulders. \u201cYou sure you\u2019re okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine, <\/em>Jack,\u201d Kevin insisted. \u201cI\u2019ve had worse from a day\u2019s work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank fuck.\u201d And just like that, Kevin found himself wrapped up in a bear hug. Not that he minded; he\u2019d had a fright of his own, and having the other man there with him, a strong and solid presence, was immensely<\/em> reassuring. He wrapped his arms around Jack\u2019s shoulders and squeezed back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another brief coughing fit interrupted the moment. Jack leaned back a bit, hands returning to Kevin\u2019s shoulders, and tilted his head. \u201cYou sure you\u2019re okay, man?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be fine,<\/em>\u201d Kevin insisted. \u201cIt was a dusty trip down, but it\u2019s not like I was standing in clouds of it for hours. Just gotta get the gunk out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack smiled, teeth brilliant white against his dark skin. \u201cI\u2019ll hold you to that. Now,\u201d he let himself look away from Kevin, \u201cwhat was it you\u2014holy fuck.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI know, right?\u201d Kevin muffled one more cough and shifted to stand beside his boyfriend, looking into the great open space beyond. \u201cDunno where you found these guys, but man, they do not<\/em> mess around.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo shit. Wasn\u2019t expecting much more than a hiking trip, really.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan\u2019t really see much from here, though,\u201d Kevin pointed out, and grinned. \u201cShall we?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSounds like a plan. Let\u2019s do it right,<\/em> though.\u201d Jack crouched by his pack, rooting in it for a few moments, and came up with a spool of bright-pink monofilament. He shrugged into his pack; Kevin took the opportunity to grab his canteen before doing likewise, and by the time he\u2019d taken a swig, Jack had clipped the tracer line to the dangling end of the rope he\u2019d come down on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just because they hadn\u2019t really expected<\/em> much didn\u2019t mean they hadn\u2019t prepared<\/em> for it. The line was hand-cranked to wind up, rather than being on a spring, and had just a bit of brake on it; it wouldn\u2019t freewheel or unwind from the line\u2019s own weight, but it played out behind him with only a light tug. Taking another swig of water, Kevin followed Jack into the larger chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thing in their way looked like a stele of some kind; there was only a blank rectangle of stone from this side. Beyond, though, a grand hall opened up before them. Terraced steps descended from that pedestal, interrupted in two places by raised slopes that connected to a pair of thick columns; two more pairs of them lay beyond, holding up the vaulted ceiling. Sconces on those pillars held what looked like hunks of transparent yellow crystal, and their steady glow was what illuminated the place. It didn\u2019t look like a throw-away set, just put together as an attraction; it looked more like the centrepiece of a cathedral.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That impression didn\u2019t falter when they got down to the main floor and turned to look at the front face of the stele. It was carved, all right; the twelve-foot surface bore two figures, men with wolf-like features holding up a disc of some sort. A disc with a thin crescent inscribed on it. The gibbous moon, maybe? The wolf-men were carved in amazing detail, lean and athletic, with not a stitch of clothing to be seen\u2014though the way they were posed was enough to keep them decent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack whistled. \u201cGoddamn. I\u2019ve seen shit in museums that ain\u2019t even close<\/em> to this nice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThey made all this?\u201d Kevin stifled another cough. \u201cOr did they find<\/em> it and pretty it up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI dunno, man. But you see that, there?\u201d Jack pointed at what Kevin had overlooked as a rock, but turned out to actually have another small design on it, a much-more-stylized wolf\u2019s head on a circle. \u201cThat\u2019s right off their website, if you take away the colours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Curiouser and curiouser. Kevin took another swallow; damn<\/em> that dust had left him thirsty. \u201cWeird that we came in behind<\/em> it,\u201d he mused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think we came in the out door, man. Not like they could move all this around based on which way we went first!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin laughed. \u201cYeah, true. Amazing as it all is already, that<\/em> would take a genuine act of God. So what do you think we were supposed to find before this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet\u2019s find out,\u201d Jack said cheerfully. \u201cMaybe it\u2019ll give some kinda story to all this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lower end of the hall had a vaulted passage that was much the same as the one they\u2019d come in by, except it wasn\u2019t caved-in and didn\u2019t seem to be in any danger of doing so anytime soon. There were vines and roots and moss in evidence, but on closer inspection, they were all growing on<\/em> the walls rather than through<\/em> them. Light was a little sparser; every so many arches had one of those glowing crystals hanging from the apex, which was enough to keep from stumbling, but still left bands of shadow between the pools of light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On closer inspection, even the mossy bits seemed to be cultivated, with the moss growing on some kind of fibrous veneer rather than on the bare stone. The stonework itself was absolutely pristine, despite having taken some considerable pains to look<\/em> overgrown and weathered. This also confirmed that the stone was cool to the touch, as might be expected of something a good bit underground.\u201dFuck. Don\u2019t know why I feel so warm,\u201d Kevin said, tugging open a button below his collar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFriction on the way down, then dirt clogging up your sweat glands?\u201d Jack hazarded. \u201cYou lookin\u2019 almost as dark as me, my man. Maybe you just need a wash.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was probably<\/em> exaggerating about that, but he was right about needing a wash. A dip in a cool stream would be downright heavenly right now, on so many levels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They came to a T-junction, from the \u201cupright\u201d branch. The archway they came through was ornately carved in abstract patterns, practically screaming \u201cthis way,\u201d but other than that, the only ornamentation was the same faux-natural growth they\u2019d been seeing up to this point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cReally<\/em> feels like we\u2019re doin\u2019 this backwards,\u201d Jack observed. \u201cWhich way?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin mulled that over for a moment, and as he was doing so, something brushed against his attention. Did he hear running water, or was it just his imagination, wishful thinking brought on by the heat and grime? Still, it was as good a cue as any right now. \u201cLet\u2019s try this way,\u201d he said, waving at the left-hand branch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWorks for me,\u201d the other man said, and got right back to playing out his line. It didn\u2019t take long before he lifted his head, stride slowing a bit. \u201cHey, I think I hear water.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGlad it\u2019s not just me,\u201d Kevin admitted. \u201cOh, hey, I think it\u2019s lighter around that next corner.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It sure was; another left turn and they were in another open chamber, not quite as grand in scope as the one they\u2019d entered through, but if anything nicer. They came in at the corner, via an arch in one of the rectangular room\u2019s shorter sides, and there was a fountain here, almost a pool, whose edge was rounded by a tiled path amid the broader flagstones. The fountain itself was another rectangle, almost straddling the room at that end, just leaving enough space on either side for a walkway. Rising in the middle of it was a plinth bearing a sculpture \u2013 not a relief this time, but a full-on statue \u2013 this one showing another wolf-man, crouching and touching the jaw of a regular wolf. Well, \u201cregular;\u201d it was quite a hefty specimen next to the wolf-man. The side they\u2019d come in was the one with the wolf-man; maybe that was by design, matching up with the design on the stele.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the side of the fountain towards the main space of the room was a raised basin \u2013 kind of like a bird bath in shape, except that one side had a gap in it, and it was from there that water spilled into the main pool. The spout had another glowing crystal in it, making the stream of water glimmer with cool blue-white light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy God, that\u2019s tempting,\u201d Kevin admitted, taking another swig from his now-mostly-empty canteen as he stepped around to inspect that basin. The stone was clean, the water looked absolutely pristine, and there wasn\u2019t any hint of foul odour. The basin was deep enough for there to be a substantial pool of water beneath where it spilled out into the fountain; enough that he could get his head right in there if he so chose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShit, man \u2013 I didn\u2019t get a lungful of dirt and I\u2019m<\/em> tempted,\u201d Jack replied with a laugh. \u201cIf this was actually<\/em> some old ruin, I might be a bit worried, but hell \u2013 it\u2019s obviously got someone<\/em> taking care of it, and the water\u2019s not clogged or anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, I think it\u2019s probably safe enough,\u201d Kevin agreed. But first he had to do something about the dirt, at least on his hands and face. For that he knelt down next to the bigger fountain. A hand dipped in the water found it clean and cool; a bit of a cloud formed around his dirty fingers, then dispersed into invisibility before he could even make out where the drain might be. He set his other hand in, scrubbed them together into something resembling cleanliness, then bent down a bit more to splash it on his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What a blessed relief it was! By the time he finished a quick scrub, he was feeling much<\/em> better, though he\u2019d be even happier once he could get the rest of him clean, too. Still thirsty, though, he dipped his much-less-grimy hands into the raised basin and scooped up some water to take a sip \u2013 and it tasted even better than it felt, cold and crisp, like the finest spring water he\u2019d ever had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck me,\u201d he panted, tugging at his collar. \u201cThis is really making me realize just how dirty<\/em> I got. Itches like crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, man, you wanna get a bit cleaner, I\u2019m not gonna complain,\u201d Jack said with a grin. Then he paused, grin fading, and blinked a few times. \u201cUh\u2026 you shaved before you picked me up, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was Kevin\u2019s turn to blink. What kind of question was that, to ask out of the blue? \u201cWhat? Yeah, I did, why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2019cause you\u2019re suddenly lookin\u2019 a bit\u2026 scruffy\u2026\u201d Suddenly he grabbed Kevin\u2019s wrist, holding it up. \u201cDude, what the fuck?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Okay, sure, he\u2019d been filthy and he was literally itching to get properly cleaned up, but what was getting to the man like that? \u201cWhat, man? It\u2019s just\u2014\u201d Then he actually got a good look at his hand. No, it was not<\/em> just dirt as he\u2019d been about to say; his whole hand was blanketed by a thick pile of hair. Not the thin dusting he was used to, but more like a full beard \u2013 and getting longer as he watched. His itchy fingertips were reshaping before his eyes, nails condensing and projecting into firm claws.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And not only was his body itching, his clothes were suddenly feeling awfully tight. Quickly becoming uncomfortable, in fact. \u201cShit! I gotta get out of this stuff.\u201d He pulled his hand free and tugged at the buttons of his fleece shirt, but his fingers didn\u2019t want to cooperate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack broke out of his stupor and started attacking the buttons himself. \u201cSet that pack down, Kev. Fuck, I was hoping<\/em> I\u2019d finally get to see you naked on this trip, but this is not<\/em> what I had in mind!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou and me both, on all counts,\u201d Kevin said \u2013 with difficulty and some stuttering; words, too, were getting difficult. Once his pack was off his shoulders and on the ground, he pawed at his face, but something was very wrong there, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But with Jack\u2019s help, he got his shirt off, and that helped a lot. Boots, socks, belt, then, when it was obvious the tightness wasn\u2019t going away, his khakis and shorts too. He didn\u2019t have it in him to worry about being naked, because it just felt so damn good<\/em> to be out of those tight, stifling clothes. He shook himself out, and the itching subsided into a more general, but milder fidgetiness; he twitched this limb, that digit, and generally wriggled, leaning first on the basin for balance, then giving up and dropping onto all fours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not onto his hands and knees \u2013 something was different about his legs, now, his feet planting comfortably on the stone even with his hands down farther forward. And something altogether new was twitching about at the end of his spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck me,\u201d said Jack, sounding awestruck. \u201cDude, unless you\u2019ve been holdin\u2019 out on me \u2013 which I\u2019d totally forgive you for \u2018cause I probably wouldn\u2019t have believed it \u2013 I think that water turned you into a fuckin\u2019 werewolf<\/em> or somethin\u2019!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A whatnow?<\/em> The water next to the basin was too full of ripples to offer a good reflection, and in<\/em> the basin was even worse; Kevin scampered over to one end of the pool. It wasn\u2019t exactly mirror-smooth over there, either, but it was enough to offer him a glimpse; sure enough, that was a wolf\u2019s face looking back at him, toothy jaws slightly agape in amazement. His fur was the same sandy blond his hair had been, just long and thick all over now, but his eyes had gone from green to gold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sat up in a crouch and took a look at himself. Yep, more fur, all over that same pale brown. His hands were still definitely hands, <\/em>and were feeling a bit steadier now, but each finger was tipped with a dog-like claw instead of a nail; his fingertips and palms had bare pads, but there was more fur between them, to say nothing of on their backs. He ran a hand down his side; not only could he still feel things fine, at least in the broad strokes, that fur felt silky.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The place could have turned him into something worse, really. Though speaking of the place, the walls and ceiling didn\u2019t feel as far off as they had before\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou, uh\u2026\u201d Jack was obviously speaking softly, the tone made that clear, but he sounded plenty loud in Kevin\u2019s canine ears. \u201cHow are you feelin\u2019, Kev?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin turned towards him \u2013 and blinked, needing to look down despite still being in a crouch. Jack, who\u2019d been a few inches taller than him, was now quite a bit smaller. Assuming it was only Kevin who\u2019d changed, he must have gained a good three feet of height, and filled out in proportion to boot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But he\u2019d been asked a question, hadn\u2019t he?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He rose upright, Jack\u2019s anxious gaze following him upwards. He laced his hands together and stretched upwards \u2013 he didn\u2019t quite<\/em> brush the ceiling, but it wasn\u2019t at all as far off as it had been; with a bit of a jump it\u2019d be easy.<\/em> And in the process of growing, he\u2019d apparently lost all the stiffness and tension that the daily grind had left him with; he felt limber, flexible, and absolutely, heart-poundingly alive.<\/em> \u201cI\u2019m feeling good,<\/em>\u201d he breathed, and even to himself, his voice sounded like a growl, deep and resonant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Good, yes, but there was a way it could be better. And Jack had<\/em> just mentioned wanting to get him naked on this trip, which had<\/em> been something Kevin, too, had hoped would happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hunkered down a bit and hooked a finger into the collar of Jack\u2019s shirt, pulling him close. \u201cBut you,<\/em>\u201d he said, \u201care looking a bit overdressed still.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, fuck me,<\/em>\u201d Jack gasped, and swallowed hard. \u201cWell, shit, man \u2013 guess we don\u2019t really need to set up camp when we\u2019ve got a place like this, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the spirit.\u201d Kevin grinned. He knew Jack was active and fit, so he was pretty certain he\u2019d enjoy what he was about to see. But while Jack was scrambling to unfasten his own clothes, Kevin might as well do something to make things a bit more comfortable. To that end, he fumbled a bit with the clasps holding his sleeping bag on his backpack \u2013 he\u2019d lost a bit<\/em> of dexterity, but now that his hands weren\u2019t itching and shaking, it wasn\u2019t too<\/em> bad. He got the sleeping bag unrolled by the time Jack had his boots and socks off, and a bit of digging in his pack turned up his self-inflating air mattress, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By that time, Jack was wriggling out of his shirt, and damn if he wasn\u2019t just as fine as Kevin\u2019s wildest dreams \u2013 even if he no longer seemed quite so big<\/em> as Kevin had thought. No matter; he\u2019d seen Greek statuary that didn\u2019t look so fit. Though now Jack was pausing, with a bit of a sheepish grin, hands on his belt, as he saw Kevin looking at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI, uh… I was<\/em> gonna ask if you\u2019re sure you wanna do this,\u201d Jack said. \u201cSilly question, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGot that right,\u201d Kevin breathed. \u201cC\u2019mere.\u201d He hooked a finger under that belt and tugged; Jack scrambled over towards him rather than fall, and Kevin\u2019s snout bumped against his shoulder. Automatically he took a deep sniff. The smell of sweat was there, of course; clean<\/em> sweat, not stale. So was a wealth of forest smells, wildflowers and loam and other, subtler things that Kevin somehow understood \u2013 small animals, sap, even woods that he hadn\u2019t previously thought of as fragrant. Under that, body wash and shampoo \u2013 and under all that,<\/em> something unique, something distinctly male.<\/em> Kevin felt a shudder race through him, as though a surge of sheer longing was passing from his nose, down his spine, coiling around his balls and giving them a good warm squeeze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck<\/em> but he wanted this man. Needed<\/em> him. His hands, already a bit more confident, tugged Jack\u2019s belt open, then his fly, even as he trailed licks and kisses downward, over his collarbone, his chest \u2013 lingering just a moment to lick and nibble at the nub of a nipple, and didn\u2019t that<\/em> awaken a positively delicious moan \u2013 over his firm abs, getting down there just in time for his hands to tug down Jack\u2019s jeans and the shorts beneath, letting his plump, swelling penis swing free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin\u2019s sense of scale was still more than a little confused, but just comparing it to the rest of him, well, it seemed the stereotype of a Big Black Cock hadn\u2019t come out of nowhere. Keven pressed a broad, strong tongue up against its base and went upwards from there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wasn\u2019t the first guy Kevin had had in his mouth. But he just got so more taste and scent, now \u2013 it was unbelievable. Intoxicating. Heavenly.<\/em> He was dimly aware of hands on his shoulders, working into his fur and then taking firm hold; but he just absently dismissed it as right and proper, then refocused his attention on the warm flesh sliding against his tongue, into his mouth. Out, back in, out and in\u2026 it was just exquisite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t enough,<\/em> though. They could manage something closer and more intimate than this. He drew his head up and back, letting Jack\u2019s liberally-moistened glans slip off his tongue, and sat up. \u201cBetter get yourself comfy,\u201d he growled, \u201c\u2019cause this has been a long<\/em> time coming.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck yeah it has, man,\u201d Jack said, stepping to the side, pausing as his toes brushed the sleeping bag. He crouched down in turn, fingers gliding though Kevin\u2019s chest-fur. \u201cNot complainin\u2019, but this is not<\/em> how I imagined it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin couldn\u2019t help but laugh, though it came out a bit like a bark. \u201cYeah, same,\u201d he admitted. Oh, what the hell; he\u2019d had a good feel on the way down. However much he longed to fuck the other man, he might as well let him<\/em> explore a little in turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck, man, you feel nice,<\/em>\u201d Jack said, hands pressing down through the fur to feel over Kevin\u2019s ribs. \u201cWouldn\u2019t mind having this<\/em> to cuddle up to in the colder months. Get a cabin somewhere in the middle of nowhere with a nice warm fire, just you and me\u2026\u201d His hands paused. \u201cHoly fuck.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAww, don\u2019t stop there,\u201d Kevin teased, \u201cthat was sounding so nice!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry, man. Jesus.\u201d His hands wrapped around an erection that Kevin hadn\u2019t consciously noticed was there and ready, giving it a squeeze that drove a sharp yip<\/em> out of its needy owner. \u201cKevin, I love you, I want you so<\/em> bad, and I was really <\/em>hopin\u2019 you\u2019d fuck my brains out on this trip, but this <\/em>thing ain\u2019t fittin\u2019 in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kevin\u2019s ears pinned back as a sudden sense of disappointment, almost loss<\/em> seized him. Wouldn\u2019t fit? But he wasn\u2019t exactly super-hung, even at half again his usual size it \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once again, his brain caught up with what his eyes were telling him. That bit had not<\/em> scaled up proportionately. Jack\u2019s hand wasn\u2019t even wrapping around it, and he did not<\/em> have small hands. The bright-red pole he had hanging in front of him had to be thick as a beer can for most of its length, or just about, and well over a foot long. And then there was the swell at its base. No, even if it did taper to almost a point at its tip, that wasn\u2019t going to fit. A frustrated whimper worked its way out of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, there was no reason he <\/em>couldn\u2019t get fucked, was there? He\u2019d slobbered all over that fine black cock, and besides, he was a lot bigger now than usual. Surely that\u2019d be enough to make do without needing to fumble around for some lube. And while they\u2019d shared enough details of their respective wants that he\u2019d suspected Jack would want to be on the receiving end first,<\/em> that also meant he knew the other man wasn\u2019t at all<\/em> an exclusive bottom.\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d he said at last. \u201cYours will, though!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019ll work,\u201d Jack replied with a laugh. \u201cYou wanna lie down, or shall I?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGet yourself comfy,\u201d Kevin repeated. \u201cI\u2019ve got energy to burn suddenly. Man, you have no idea how good<\/em> this feels.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I wanna make it a bit better,\u201d said Jack, easing himself onto the sleeping bag and stretching out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShouldn\u2019t be too hard,\u201d Kevin assured him, crouching astride him. It took a bit of careful thought; last time he\u2019d ridden a guy like this had been a few years back, and<\/em> his sense of perspective had been rather different. At least keeping his own weight up was suddenly much<\/em> easier; that helped make up for that weight being, he had to assume, much greater just as suddenly. And he could shift forward a bit just by curling his toes, so when he felt Jack\u2019s cockhead nudging behind his balls, he could easily inch forward; between that and Jack shifting under him, his next attempt bore fruit, firm warmth spreading him open and sinking in. Not quite with no<\/em> resistance, but it was so, so<\/em> easy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was all he could do to keep steady. It didn\u2019t just feel better, it felt amazing.<\/em> Every part of him had become hyper-sensitive, his ass certainly not<\/em> an exception; he\u2019d had orgasms that weren\u2019t as strong as what he got just from Jack finally being inside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh fuck,<\/em> man,\u201d came an impassioned moan from under him, about chest-level. Strong fingers slid over his cock, leaving trails of electrifying sensation in their wake, and when he gasped and pressed back a little harder onto his lover\u2019s shaft, his own also slid against Jack\u2019s firm, muscular body, and that<\/em> drove his reflexes the other way. Jack\u2019s grip around him tightened, stroking him with a will. \u201cYou feel so fuckin\u2019 good.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And wasn\u2019t that<\/em> the truth. How he hadn\u2019t popped by now was a mystery \u2014 but that wasn\u2019t quite what the man had meant, was it? Panting hard, unable to articulate anything beyond whimpers and whines, Kevin managed to push himself up a little, staring down at the mysteriously-smaller man. Jack was arched up a bit, eyes squeezed shut, dreadlocks come loose from their customary neat tail and fanning out around his head, his hands sliding up and down the sides of that ludicrous pole Kevin was somehow attached to. Even as he watched, Jack gasped, shivered, and lifted his head, a sudden wash of hot breath wafting over Kevin\u2019s tapered tip \u2013 and just as Kevin came to understand what he was about to do, Jack\u2019s hands both slid down, wrapping as far as they could around the thick bulb at the base of Kevin\u2019s altered cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was like nothing he\u2019d ever felt, a surge of sensation that drowned out all his other senses in a tide of pleasure. Dimly, he felt a stretch in his neck as his head flung back, but other than that, all he knew was his cock \u2013 a pressure against that knot that felt so amazingly right, and soon, the wet warmth of lips and tongue at its tip \u2013 and a flood of indescribable ecstasy. The pressure got stronger, and time itself blurred; Kevin could feel the pounding of his heart, driving that pleasure through his veins, but something so involved as counting the beats was far beyond him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then that diffuse pleasure concentrated, came to rest in his balls for the briefest of moments, and exploded out of him. Jet after jet raced down his length with palpable force, each accompanied by a stab of maddeningly exquisite delight. In moments he was drunk on it, needed it, wanting it to never stop even as some tiny part of him worried it would erase him. End it did, though, or at least ebbed enough that he could feel the stone under his hands and feet, the burning in his overworked lungs, the licking and sucking on the end of his cock. All smells were drowned out by that of his own semen, pungent and overpowering. Jack was writhing under him, moans muffled around his cock, and each motion somehow seemed to be driving the man\u2019s cock deeper under Kevin\u2019s tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ThenJack\u2019s mouth slipped off of him, and the strange, growling tone of those moans let him know something else<\/em> was different. As did the fact that those moans were coming from somewhere level with his collarbone now. For that matter, he wasn\u2019t crouching quite as low anymore, despite still having his boyfriend as deep in him as he could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t just his imagination that Jack was filling him more with each passing moment, it was really happening.<\/em> Jack\u2019s writhing wasn\u2019t due to climax, at least not yet. He was basically squirming out of his old skin and into a new one even as Kevin rode him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t quite the same transformation, though. Jack\u2019s body was a good bit rounder \u2013 specifically, not nearly so broad across the shoulders. His limbs were twisting into a rather different shape. When he paused to catch his breath, it was very much paws<\/em> that pressed against Kevin\u2019s shoulders; very dog-like paws, albeit broader than any dog Kevin had already met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFffffuckin\u2019ell,\u201d Jack growled, his voice distorted but comprehensible. \u201cYou weren\u2019t kiddin\u2019, hon. This feels amazing.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One word cut through the haze of orgasmic bliss more than all the rest combined. One syllable, one quick little term of endearment, and it had rolled off his tongue so naturally<\/em> even though he was struggling a bit just to speak at all.<\/em> Kevin shivered, letting that fondness wash over him, a softer delight than the climax whose tail end still gripped him, but no less profound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He closed his eyes, took a deep, ragged breath, then opened them again and looked down. That was definitely a wolf\u2019s face gazing back up at him. Jack was actually longer of body than him again, and not by a small margin like when they\u2019d started walking; he may have been shorter when he\u2019d put his paws on Kevin\u2019s shoulders, but now it would be a fair bit easier for him to reach over them entirely. His<\/em> fur, unsurprisingly, was midnight black. Kevin\u2019s mental math was still more than a bit shaky, but the wolf under him had to be the size of a pony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And by the sweet fullness under Kevin\u2019s tail, very nearly hung like one, too. Except for that swell just inside him, hot and hard and right.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou<\/em> feel amazing,\u201d Kevin managed, leaning on one arm and getting the other hand behind the wolf\u2019s neck, tugging his head upwards, tilting his own head to meet muzzle to muzzle. It was a bit awkward, a bit messy, but given that he could still<\/em> feel warm fluid pulsing out of him, maybe that was for the best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack whined into the kiss, trembling. His legs \u2013 his hind<\/em> legs \u2013 churned against Kevin\u2019s hips, that massive knot swelling a bit more. \u201cKev,\u201d he moaned \u2014 and despite it being muffled against his own mouth, despite how much they\u2019d both changed, Kevin had no trouble at all reading that frantic note in the wolf\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo it, love,\u201d he growled, lapping at his lover\u2019s muzzle. \u201cI want you to come in me \u2018til my eyes turn milky. Fill me right up, right now!<\/em>\u201d And with as much force as his own waning climax had left to him, he clenched around that massive knot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That did it. Jack bucked under him, head sinking back against the stone. He let out a long, ululating moan, somewhere between a lupine howl and a human cry; his forelegs wrapped around Kevin\u2019s shoulders; and he came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

God, did he ever.<\/em> Liquid heat squirted deep into Kevin\u2019s body, more forceful than anything he\u2019d ever been on the receiving end of \u2013 it felt like trying to drink from a hose, only in the other end. Already stuffed full by his lover\u2019s meat, soon Kevin felt fit to burst from his seed, and it was wonderful.<\/em> Warm wetness on his balls told him it was leaking out of him, and that was exactly as it ought to be. He wanted more, wanted every sticky drop, and Jack, shuddering under him, obliged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time passed; how much, Kevin couldn\u2019t even begin to guess. The throes of passion ebbed, their bodies growing still but for laboured breaths, and those, too, settled and grew calmer. The flood of seed trickled off; maybe to nothing, maybe it was just the sheer volume that had been pumped into him that was still leaking out of him, or maybe \u2013 to judge by the sluggish trickle he still felt pulsing down his own rigid cock \u2013 maybe there was still a bit more lazily flowing in. He felt not only the firm body under him and the lush fur coating it, but the cloth and then stone beneath them both, and the cool humidity in the air, soothing throats that might otherwise have grown hoarse in their shared exertions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a strange and wondrous place they were in, but now it also felt secure and comforting, somehow, a shelter from the harsh world above. As long as they had each other, things would be okay; in the soft haze of afterglow, that one truth infused everything he knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A cool, damp nose pressed against one of his ears. \u201cGod, Kev,\u201d Jack murmured. \u201cPart of me wants to freak out about not having hands, but this just feels so good.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo kidding.\u201d Kevin pushed himself up a bit, enough to look into Jack\u2019s golden eyes. \u201cIf it was just me, I\u2019d say, fuck it, if I\u2019m stuck like this I\u2019ve probably come out ahead. For your sake, I hope it\u2019s temporary.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMe too,\u201d Jack admitted. \u201cBut if it ain\u2019t\u2026 you\u2019ll be my hands when I need \u2018em, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIn a heartbeat,\u201d Kevin promised, and moved in for another kiss. Just a quick, gentle one, this time; it was still a bit awkward, but at least it wasn\u2019t slobbery. \u201cI love you, Jack. Whatever happens here, I want you to know that, and I\u2019m glad you came up with this trip.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack shivered. \u201cGod, it\u2019s good to hear you say that,\u201d he sighed. \u201cI love you too, Kevin. Can\u2019t think of anyone I\u2019d rather be stuck with.\u201d He gave a toothy grin, tongue lolling out one side of his mouth for a moment before he added, \u201cOr in.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere are worse fates,\u201d Kevin agreed, cupping a hand against the wolf\u2019s cheek. \u201cWe\u2019ve got plenty more exploring to do when you slip out, but for right now? Man, you feel good<\/em> in there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jack laughed, pawing at his cheek in turn. And on that consensus, they settled in to wait, together \u2013 not that they had much choice, but not that they needed<\/em> one, either.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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