Adolescent Lycanthrope Gaiden ch. 2

[xax]

in which i kind of vaguely throw together bits and pieces of a horror pastiche that no one, not even the characters, is taking seriously enough to sideline all the werewolf fucking they're having.

the pacing tho is actually kind of gonna be a problem, because the goal is to basically have a few chapters of the 'main story' vs. this one where there's a bunch of dramatic irony. like: so that other werewolf in this chapter (spoilers) ends up having a conversation w/ the narrator in the three-weeks-later chronology of the mainline story, that kind of explains some of what he's going to be doing in the gaiden chapter after this. and the gaiden chapter after this introduces some characters that will appear in the mainline story, and sans the context of the gaiden would actually be like, scary and threatening if the reader didn't at that point know what their whole deal was. the problem with that is that it means i need to write like, four chapters of the main story before i can get to the next gaiden chapter, so all the dramatic irony lines up. that's gonna be... a thing.

remember when these were twine games

actually what's interesting is that as i've posted these on sofurry each new chapter has gotten roughly half the views of the previous one, so it's gonna be interesting to see this one stabilize at like, 500 views. well no, in practice it's just gonna become a slower-dropping curve but i kinda like the idea of an asymptomatically-approaching-zero popularity curve

---

You wake up at the bottom of a pile. Alex is sprawled across your chest, legs wrapped around your hip, morning wood digging into your side. He's drooling a little on your shoulder. Apparently Joe followed him in his sleep; he's got one arm slung around Alex's shoulders, head nestled against his back, also basically half lying on top of you. They're heavy; it's the part where you can't really breathe deeply that woke you up. You take a deep breath, chest expanding, and that's enough to send Joe's face slowly sliding down Alex's back, until his cheek is planted on your pec. It's pretty cute.

Though now that you're awake, you're aware of the general cacophony of nature happening outside your window, and that means you're not gonna get back to sleep any time soon. You try to slide out from under them without waking either of them up, and don't really succeed.

Alex stirs a little, waking up, and yawns enormously, letting out a little whimper as his jaw snaps shut. He blinks, arm aimlessly slapping his side before he wakes up enough for muscle control, reaching up to rub some of the sand out of his eyes. His hair is even more unruly than usual, crushed flat on one side, all lopsided. He opens his mouth and says something, but it's more like a mumbling groan than anything intelligible. "What time is it," probably, or something like that.

Then there's a moment when he shifts forward, almost trying to get up, and his cock drags against your thigh. There's a moment where it very clearly hits him that he's naked in a bed with two guys; when his hand wrapped around your chest goes from using you as a physical support to going for your nipples.

You chuckle a little and reach down, wrapping your hand around his dick. It twitches in your hand, a wet bead of pre slicking the tip as you start stroking him off, slow. He whimpers again, humping your side, eyes still closed, mouth open, making soft little gasping noises.

Joe drags in a breath, stirring, and you look over Alex's shoulder to catch him waking up: "You started without me," he mumbles, hands going for Alex's ass, rutting his dick up the crack of his ass, cockhead digging up into the small of his back. Alex squirms a little more, and you both shift around him, pinning him solidly between you. Joe bites him on the neck and Alex just moans, louder than somebody should probably be moaning at -- you look at the clock -- six forty-five in the morning. Joe moans too, muffled with his mouth pressed against Alex's shoulder, and starts humping him, cock sliding between his pillowy ass cheeks, grazing his asshole.

Well, whatever, you think, and bite Alex too, on the other shoulder. His cock twitches, spurting pre up across your abs, smearing across your fingers as you keep jerking him off.

Joe shifts, hand bumping against yours as he reaches for Alex's dick, and he fumbles down his shaft, tugging on Alex's balls, before he grinds his knuckles against Alex's taint, rolling back and forth over the root of his cock behind his balls. Alex moans again, hips jerking forward , forehead against your neck as he raggedly humps your side, before shuddering, entire body tensing as he blows his load, shots splattering up your chest and grinding wetly between you, glazing both of your chests.

"Fuck, fuck, lemme see," Joe says, looking over Alex's shoulder, and you obligingly peel back, cold air rushing between you as you give Joe a look at the smeared mess, Alex shuddering as he comes, spurting now across your abs, excess spilling down your knuckles as you keep stroking. "Ah, fuck," Joe says -- groans really -- and speeds up, balls slapping against Alex's cheeks, entire shaft buried between them, flushed head peeking out when he grinds down. It's a dozen thrusts as Alex's orgasm winds down before he blows too, shooting all up Alex's back in streaky lines, breathing hard, and then collapsing on top of him, hips still twitching as he dribbles out the rest of his load.

You're, uh, still really hard. Joe fumbles a hand up, over Alex's hip before he finds yours. "Need a hand?" he goes, fingers tugging on your balls, thumb stroking the furrow of silky flesh under your dick, groaning when you pulse out a messy smear of pre, coating his fingers. He squirms closer, really sandwiching Alex between you so he can reach, and then really gently tries sliding his fingers in your foreskin. He looks like he really just wants to use his mouth, but he doesn't wanna just toss Alex out of the way.

Anyway, you come all over the place. Joe squirms his index and middle fingers around inside, fingertips sliding up and down against the underside of your cockhead, your fat frenulum between them, each motion a storm of sensation. You grab his wrist to steady his hand, humping against his fingers, and just blow.

"Fuck, fuck, lemme see," Joe goes, craning in to watch you pour your load, oozing out in thick cords, flooding his cupped palm and pouring down his wrist to spill all across Alex's stomach, forming shallow puddles across his skin. You groan, grinding your dick against Joe's fingers as you keep coming, pumping come until it overflows across Alex's side, spilling in a watery mess down to soak the sheets. Joe watches real vicariously, whining sadly when you finally stop, drawing his fingers out of your flooded foreskin and squeezing out the final squirt. Then he reaches up and sucks your load off his fingers, slobbering and gurgling as he jams his fingers in his mouth, like he seriously can't wait a single second. Well, for him the mess is kind of the appeal. There's a bead of come drooling down his chin, slowly making its way down his neck.

So you guess the camping trip isn't gonna be a total bust, if this is what you get to do every morning.

Alex is already asleep again, or at least more interested in going back to sleep than getting up, or having sex again. It's cute.

"I'm gonna--" you say, drawing back a little, gesturing at the door, and Joe nods and basically flattens Alex as he lies back down, the both of them twisting around each other as you move out from under the covers.

So that is basically how the day goes. More of the same, only now because Alex is with the program you or Joe can pin him up against trees and make out with him until he nearly comes in his pants while you're doing your scenic hiking thing, which was basically what you all wanted in the first place. Once you actually blow him up against a tree, and then he and Joe return the favor, and then you all nearly get caught by some other douchebags who are actually taking in the sights and have to get all your dicks put away real quick. It's pretty good.

The thing that happens happens at night. Alex said he did come here to do things other than have sex with you, which you grudgingly accepted, and so the way the situation shakes out is that you ended up eating dinner at the lodge (meatball or chicken sandwiches) at different times, leaving you and Joe to amble your way back to the cabin a little after dusk.

"--don't wanna fuck him 24/7, I mean," Joe is saying. "that does get old fast, but like. Just for the first two days? That's not weird, right? He's so hot."

"You could appreciate the wild outdoors," you say, and he flips you off.

"I wanna appreciate his dick," he says. "I just don't wanna creep him out."

"Start by not going up to him all 'I wanna appreciate your dick.'" Joe laughs, and after a while further down the path you continue. "You always go to pieces after you got your dude. He absolutely wants to fuck, just wait for him to whatever, like, actually talking to people shit he wants. It's really not gonna be long."

"But he's so hot," Joe whines.

"Boy, you gotta get some self-control. You can blow me right now if you want." You tug your belt loops, jeans shifting an inch lower, and you meant it mostly as a joke but Joe looks like he's seriously considering it, gaze smoldering at the sliver of flesh on display.

He doesn't end up blowing you, probably more because you end up passing some other group than anything else. You make the turn at the CABIN B/CABIN C marker, gravel crunching underfoot, conversation faded into silence.

"Holy shit did you see that?!" Joe suddenly yells and flails wildly with the flashlight. You follow the beam: it's nothing.

"Uh," you say.

"I swear there was like-- fuck that was creepy." He gestures again, and the flashlight beam wildly crashes through the trees, illuminating a blur of bark and leaves. "Like... something hiding behind one of the trees. And peeking out." He swallows, hand with the flashlight bobbing back and forth. "I swear to god I saw something."

"Uh," you say again, but a little more. Worried. "We should just get back to the cabin."

"No shit. Fucking creepy forests."

"That's what I said, but you were all, nah, I got this soccer boy I wanna fuck..."

"Oh shut up," Joe says, laughing a little, still freaked out but not so much that he gets angry at you trying to defuse this whole scene. "You saying you regret coming up here?"

"Well I'm gonna regret it if we both get eaten by a bear, that's for sure."

"Ha ha," he says. "Seriously though, that was not a bear. I wonder if they got werewolves up in the woods."

"Werewolves. You're worried about werewolves." You make some effort to sound as skeptical as possible, since, y'know, werewolves. "What about werebears."

Thankfully any further conversation down that line gets curtailed for how you twist around the bend and the indirect light from the cabin windows comes out clear: just a straight shot and you're back inside. Which, whether or not Joe was just seeing things, still makes you feel better. Since nature is scary and full of all sorts of bullshit.

Inside the cabin there's Alex sitting in the main area; no sign of Mike and the other one. Alex looks at you in a way that's just, super blatantly checking you out, with the added eagerness that knowing all you gotta do is say the word and there will be a threesome going on brings. It is a good look to be getting.

"So, uh," Joe says, kind of flushing and failing to say anything super coherent, the way he gets around guys he likes. "Do you wanna, um," he trails off and kind of gestures upstairs.

Alex looks sorely tempted, but he hems and haws. "I dunno, Isaac and Mike could be back any minute, so... Like, not that I don't want to! Just I don't want them walking in on us." You decide Alex and Joe are kind of made for each other.

"Oh they're still out?" Joe says.

"Yeah, they went out like... a while back actually, I thought you might've been them; it's been a while."

Joe turns to you: "What if the werewolves got them," he hisses.

Alex, understandably, looks at Joe weird for that.

"Joe saw a bear or something and thinks it's a werewolf." You sigh. "And we shouldn't go out into bear-infested woods, but I'd feel real bad if Mike and that other guy" -- "Isaac!" Alex chimes in -- "got eaten by bears. So I guess I'm going to go out into the woods." You grab the flashlight from Joe's hand. "Seriously, fuck nature."

You stomp over to the door. "If you hear me screaming or if I'm not back in like, ten minutes, uh." You don't really know what they would do, practically. You shrug. "Anyway, see ya. Maybe don't start fucking until I'm back." Alex laughs like you're making a joke. It was absolutely not a joke. You mean, you wouldn't actually care, it's just no, Joe would absolutely get all over that the second he could.

You step out into the night. It's cold, and you're not immediately eaten by a bear. Gravel crunches as you walk down the path, flashlight beam bobbing, flashing back and forth across the trees.

You think, sure would be freaky if you just saw someone standing there in one pass and then nobody was there when you did it again, and then your fingers curl tighter on the flashlight and you stop waving it around so much.

It's forest. You're not really sure why you thought you could find somebody out here, like you could follow their tracks or whatever. But there's the main path, gravel, and before you hit the main path to the lodge there's an offshoot of just dirt and planks, and because you're thinking about footprints you do notice the bootprint. You have no clue how fresh it is -- it's a fucking footprint -- but it's at least evidence that somebody, at some point, walked down that path. Hopefully not a bear path. You don't know if bears make paths. Deer do, right? Bears are like deer, you guess.

The path goes on for just long enough for you to think that, fuck, this is actually just an animal path and now you're probably lost in the woods and gonna die, before it rounds a boulder and ends abruptly at a plank stairway down to a scenic outlook. At this hour the outlook just looks like darkness. There are two red wobbling dots down there that after a second resolve into cigarette cherries. The mumble of conversation drifts up, nothing you can make out.

You give them a second or two and then shine the flashlight down at them and yell "Hey!" in your gruffest voice, grinning when they both jump and try to hide the cigarettes. You clamber down the steps, letting the beam drop.

"Hey," you say, and Mike goes "Hey fuck you, man." He nudges the other guy -- Isaac, right -- "Hey that's Verne," and you go hey, he goes hey.

"Gimmie one," you say, tossing the flashlight to your other hand; Mike pulls out a battered carton from his pocket and fishes out a cigarette, hands it over, lights it for you. He grumbles the whole time.

You take a long drag, exhale. "So Joe saw a bear or some shit and he's kinda freaking out about it, sent me out to find you."

"What?!" Mike squawks. "Holy shit! Why are you fucking smoking if there're bears out here?"

"Well I saw you two," you say, slow and obnoxious, "and I was so glad you weren't eaten by bears that I decided to take a break."

"Fuck you, man," Mike says. "Couldn't you've opened with 'yo, bears'?"

"It's probably nothing, like, I don't think there'd be a resort up here if every year bears mauled everybody to death. Still..." you shrug. "Don't wanna get mauled by bears, so we should probably head back."

"Yeah no shit," he says, and you all amble your way back up the steps. It's a nice little beat, Mike and Isaac talking about whatever dumb shit they got to say, voices clear in the woods. Calming, even with the bears. Well, mostly calming because of the pointed lack of bears.

So it's all going very well until it isn't. You can see the lights of the cabin through the trees, only the final bend to go, and then Mike goes "Woah, what's that?" and points, and you swing the flashlight up, and...

There's a tree, like there are a shitload of trees, but the thing with this one is that there's something really big behind it, a kind of roundish outline of grey-brown fur sticking out on both sides. There's nothing really clear about it, just the shape.

You all get real quiet, and finally you go: "Okay, yeah, that's creepy." You keep the beam fixed on the tree and the thing stood behind it, and much much more quietly inch down the path. "Look, don't run, just keep going," you say, and they nod.

Then Isaac yelps and grabs your arm and goes "Dude, there's another one," and yeah, on the other side of the path, behind another tree. Not close, like not right next to the path, but way too close for comfort.

You make it inside, and none of them lunge, and none of you start panicking and screaming or anything like that, but it's still an intensely worrying minute or two. The two of them step ahead of you onto the porch while you keep staring out into the forest, heels hitting the backs of the steps as you walk backwards up until your inside and they slam the door and lock it.

"Jesus Christ."

Sweat runs hot down your sides, sticking your shirt to your back. You put the flashlight down with a clunk. Then Joe rushes into the room from upstairs. He and Alex were probably watching, you realize, abruptly.

"Holy shit you're okay!" Joe yells and grabs you in a big hug, breathing a little irregular against your chest. You sling one arm over his shoulder and squeeze back. Then he pulls back, kinds of clears his throat, and goes "You too, guys. I was worried the werewolves got you."

It's a little easier to make fun of the whatever-the-fuck-that-was when you're inside with actual lights. "Joe thinks they're werewolves," you say.

"Dude, you saw that shit, that was not a bear, fuck you!"

"It's not a fucking werewolf, Jesus Christ."

You cannot believe you're gonna have to have an argument with an audience about the nonexistence of werewolves, but then there's an indefinable sound from upstairs. Where Alex is. It takes a second for the sound to get filtered into something comprehensible -- shattering glass and maybe Alex yelling something, and something else that sure doesn't sound like any kind of noise you wanna hear, all mixed together. You're already storming up the stairs before the sound stops. You check the door open with your shoulder, and -- and the big picture window there is shattered, glass all across the floor, and a messy splatter of blood all up the woodwork. And Alex is nowhere to be seen. That is some fucking escalation right there, damn.

Joe crashes into your back, since you stopped right in the doorway. When he gets a good look at the room -- well, it's not good. He yells "Oh fuck!" and scrambles to the busted window, nearly slicing his fingers on the glass still stuck in the frame, looking out into the night.

"We gotta go get him," Joe goes, and you're already jogging down the stairs and grabbing the flashlight from where you just fucking left it beside the door.

"You should stay here," you say, and Joe all but snarls at you.

"I'm sure as hell not staying here while him and you are out there!"

"What, you think it'd be better for the both of us to get killed by wild animals at the same time?" you say, but you're not stopping him. Mike and Isaac are both looking between the two of you, looking super uncomfortable.

"Don't be an asshole," he says, which, okay that's reasonable.

"Just, c'mon," you say, and then you both go out into the dark. "Close all the blinds," you say behind you as you go. "Lock all the doors and don't open them unless you see us coming back."

It is real fucking dark outside. It's not even that late, but you're far from any city lights. It's just the cabin lights -- that go dim as Mike and Isaac start shuttering the windows behind you -- and your flashlight, and then miles and miles of darkness. You're standing up at the patio, wood echoing hollow under your feet, looking out into the forest. There's rustling in the underbrush that could reasonably be wind, but you all but leap out of your shoes, wildly flailing the flashlight beam around. Your pulse kicks in your throat. You have no idea what the fuck is going on.

Things slink out from behind the trees. You really preferred it when they were trying to hide. They don't move like... things. They move kinda like puppets, scaly-clawed feet jerkily opening and shifting forward, giving them a slow, wobbling gait. Their eyes catch the beam of your flashlight, reflecting it back as a flat shine, almond shaped, winking open and closed as their eyes squeeze shut. You still can't tell what they are, aside from... low to the ground, and covered in thick grey-brown something. You flail the flashlight around like the beam is a weapon, and they scuttle around, milling back and forth. They move so slow. You know you're gonna have to go through them to get to Alex, wherever he is now, it's just -- you grip the flashlight so hard the plastic creaks, and walk down the steps, standing out there on the gravel.

Then an enormous wolf-thing launches itself off the roof, slavering and growling. There's a woosh overhead and then it lands in front of you, snarling at the assembled-- things. They squawk and hiss, a weird dry chittering, and the wolf snarls and charges. Everything scatters, monster-things leaping up onto treetrunks, talons sunk into the wood, doing some kinda flexing thing to make them look twice as big as the wolf snaps at them, pulling out tufts of feathers or maybe fur.

It's hectic. You and Joe end up advancing behind the wolf as it snaps and snarls, and the swarm of creatures mills around, scuttling away as it snaps and charges.

And then there's shouting in the distance, as the wolf charges down the path, and as its snarls recede into the distance Alex tumbles out from behind a tree, swatting at the creatures as he runs towards you, skidding to a halt and nearly bowling over Joe.

"What are you doing out here?!" he hisses, which is rich.

"Oh my god are you okay?!" Joe goes, and sweeps Alex up in a big hug, straight-up lifting him off his feet.

"I'm fine," Alex says, except as Joe lets him down you realize -- and Joe hasn't, yet -- that there's this huge bloodsplatter across his shirt, on his side.

"Uh, are you okay?" you say, and Alex looks kind of shifty.

"Oh, uh, I'm fine," he says, and then kind of grins at you. "Thanks for worrying. But, uh--"

"Was that a werewolf?! Are those things werewolves?!" Joe goes, because that's absolutely the thing you want to deal with right now. The... like, you're talking; you've got a little buffer room; most of the weird hissing not-werewolf things followed the huge maybe-a-werewolf wolf, and the rest are far enough away to not be an immediate threat. But it's still not a great time for a long conversation.

"Those things aren't werewolves," Alex says, wearily. Yeah you feel that.

You say "Thank you," right as Alex starts going "and--"; you end up cutting him off.

Joe says: "Wait, did you get a good look at them? What the fuck are they?"

"Not really, but I could tell--"

"How could you tell?" Joe says. "Did it claw you up?" This is when he notices the huge blood stain, and kind of freaks out. He tugs at Alex's shirt, blood-soaked fabric peeling away from his side, but Alex kind of shies back instead of letting him look.

"I'm fine!" he says, a little more sharply. "But, uh, the reason--"

"We really shouldn't be hanging around outside," you say. "Who knows if those things are gonna get closer. Or if the wolf is coming back and it's gonna eat us this time."

"Good point," Joe says, and he tugs Alex towards the cabin, but Alex stays planted.

"Guys!" Alex yells, and you both look over at him.

"Yeah?" Joe says.

"The reason, uh. The reason I could tell it wasn't a werewolf," he says, and then keeps talking even though you mutter "Oh my god" and roll your eyes.

"-- is because I'm a werewolf!" Alex finally says, louder than he really needed.

You all stand there in silence for a second.

You groan. "Seriously?"

Except when you look back over at him he's got hair all over. He works his mouth, bone audibly creaking as his face pushes out into a muzzle, jaws snapping at the air. You jerk back, stumbling over your own feet, and slam down on your ass. What the fuck.

Next to you, Joe goes "I knew it!" and...

"What? No you didn't."

"I said werewolves, didn't I?"

"You said those other things were werewolves. No way did you ever say your boytoy was a werewolf."

Alex has been looking back and forth between two you as you say this, bones popping as he, uh. Turns into a werewolf. Wereman. He's shot up a good two feet. He clears his throat. Which sounds a lot like a dog snarling. "Boytoy?" You can feel his voice through the air, more than a few octaves deeper, rumbling inside you like a drum. He's also got huge hooked claws as long as your fingers.

"Uh," you say. Joe slaps you on the back of your head.

"You'll have to forgive him, he's kind of an asshole," Joe says to Alex. And then: "Uh, maybe we should still get inside, though. Wait, does Isaac know about this?"

Alex bobs his head, his weird little gesture a lot weirder coming from a seven foot tall wolf-headed monster. "Uh, no, I never -- I never told anybody."

Joe grins at that, and rises up on his tip-toes to press a kiss against Alex's muzzle. "Well, I'm glad you told us."

"Great," you say. "Let's go back inside before anything else horrible happens."

Joe, meanwhile, has stepped in close and now starts tugging on Alex's fur. It is really fluffy. "You, uh, can change back, right?"

"Uh, yeah, but the thing is that, uh. Shifting is kinda rough on clothes." Alex gestures at the clothes he was formerly wearing, now a bunch of scraps at his feet. Even his jeans, wow.

So what ends up happening is Alex ends up coming back inside naked and human, with the most intact tatters of his jeans wrapped around his waist to give him at least a tiny bit of modesty. This probably makes the whole scenario look even worse to Mike and Isaac. It goes like, "hey, we got Alex", and they come booming up the stairs from where they were camped out in the basement and all but skid to a stop when they see Alex basically naked and clutching a shred of black denim to his crotch. "We're gonna get him some clothes," Joe says, and there's some awkwardness when they hit the top of the stairs and Alex turns to the room with his stuff in it and Joe turns towards the room you all actually slept in. You are living in a farce. With, apparently, werewolves. And other, not-werewolf monsters? This is rapidly becoming too complicated for your tastes.

Also the sight of his bare ass is fucking amazing going up those steps, huge muscled cheeks sliding back and forth with each step, hairy tree-trunk thighs flexing. You stare at his ass the whole way up and don't even care that Mike and Isaac almost assuredly notice. Probably they're wondering why your response to supposedly finding him naked and traumatized out in the woods is to stare at his ass. But it's such a great ass. Probably you should tell them about the werewolf thing before you get to the weird birds thing. And by "you" should tell them you mean Alex.

But then some time goes by, the three of you standing awkwardly in silence, basically waiting for your cue, and Alex still hasn't come out of the room.

Mike and Issac have drawn the blinds, big, sturdy-looking wooden ones, and so it's a little less like you're in a glass box surrounded by nightmare forest. Now you're in a wood one. And, you say "sturdy-looking" but if you didn't mind probably dying from the broken-glass lacerations you have no doubt you could jump right through them, still. So it's probably just the illusion of safety. Great.

You sigh. "I'm gonna see what's taking them so long."

Alex has not gotten dressed; instead he and Joe are making out on the bed. Alex isn't entirely human either; his ears are all big and pointy and hairy, and the hair across his forearms and legs is thicker, more like fur. When he catches you at the door he looks up, and his eyes catch the light for a second, gleaming green-red like a raccoon's. Or, well, like a wolf, you assume. It's a little creepy, but the part where he's naked and still mostly cute makes that less intense. Then Joe notices you're there and pulls back too, and wow, yeah, okay, Alex's dick is also currently not entirely human.

"Seriously?" you say, and it takes a long second for you to drag your gaze up from Alex's surprisingly red dog dick to his face. He's blushing. "Not to, uh, interrupt, but we should probably figure out what to do with the whole, creepy monster thing situation. Before fucking." You turn to look at Joe: "You're the one all 'this is a horror movie', shouldn't you be telling us not to have sex?"

Joe laughs. "Look, if we're gonna get killed by some kinda monster I at least wanna fuck a werewolf while I got the chance." He leers at Alex. "Especially a real cute one." Alex's tail -- his tail, kind of stubby still but definitely there, thick with floofy fur -- thumps against the bed, like a happy dog. Which is kind of fucked-up you think.

"Dude, c'mon, Mike and Isaac are all freaking out," you say. "We should probably let them in on the werewolf thing." Alex looks alarmed, so you add "or just the bird thing, whatever, but either way it's... not something normal."

So Alex gets dressed. You kind of stare at him trying to cram what is apparently a gigantic wolf dick into his jeans. He can only actually zip them up when his wolf features start to melt away and he's back to being the hot, lean-looking soccer guy you expected, instead of the wolfman.

Joe stares too, and he basically looks like he wants to start jerking off right there. You mean, Alex kinda does too. Anyway. You head downstairs. And you have a kind of shitty and miserable conversation. "This isn't a horror movie," you say, like, three times. "We don't gotta go wandering out in the dark. We can just wait until morning and then storm into the lodge and yell real loud about the fucked up bird monsters." (Mike goes "Are they really birds?" and Isaac goes "We just don't know" and then Mike punches him until Joe reminds them that hey, this is kind of serious, and you absolutely restrain yourself from saying "Yeah so serious you wanted to just fuck around instead of dealing with it". But, in all honesty, this is not a horror movie, and it is definitely not The Birds, so you're all probably safe from implausible dramatic bird-related murders.)

Anyway, you all decide to hole up in the basement. Since there's a big heavy door and really small windows.

Joe has been scraping his palms against his jeans and staring at Alex the entire time, and so when you all get downstairs he basically instantly tugs Alex down into the other room. They're gonna fuck. There's basically no ambiguity here whatsoever. And then he grabs your hand with his free one and pulls you with.

"Oh my god," Mike says.

You hear Isaac say "You know, I think they're fu--" before Joe slams the door shut and turns around, grinning.

"Okay, let's fuck," he says.

This is a storage room. I mean, you've absolutely had sex with him in more awkward places, but... "Dude, they're right outside," you say.

"We can be quiet," he says, which is a goddamn fucking lie because he is the loudest person ever, and he wants to have sex with a werewolf. "They won't notice." And then to top it off: "Hey, turn back into a werewolf," he says to Alex, in his idea of a whisper.

Alex has no problem rolling with it. Alex grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up off his head, then flicks the button on his jeans. "We're not actually supposed to, um, do this, y'know."

"What, have sex?"

"Sex in wolf form," Alex says, though he's still super eagerly taking off his jeans. No underwear. Which you already knew, since you watched him put those jeans on.

Joe gawps and goes "Oh fuck that!" even before Alex's finished saying it. "Wait, is that gonna, like, turn us into werewolves?"

Alex laughs and shakes his head. "Nah, that's not how it works. It's just..." He squirms a little sitting naked on a crate, hair creeping across his forearms and chest, weird sinewy popping noises coming from inside him as he just straight-up puts on like two hundred pounds of muscle in about thirty seconds. You're surprised the crate doesn't just collapse under him. "It was always like... everybody's gonna hate you, it's dangerous to tell people, nobody will ever want this part of you." Even as a wolf he's talking in this rapidfire way, like... like he's been stewing about this for a long time and now just wants to get it all out. "So don't ever tell anybody or show anybody or let anybody know or else they'll wanna kill you." He swallows nervously, again, awkward on a gigantic wolf death machine. He's fiddling idly with the lip of the crate, which, now that he has several inch-long talons, means physically tearing off huge stakes of rough wood. "Stuff like that."

Okay, and now you feel kinda shitty for being creeped out by the whole werewolf thing. This is putting your small dick issues in perspective.

Joe probably isn't thinking about how Alex is kind of dumping his soul; instead he just drops to his knees, grabs Alex's sheath, and starts jerking him off. Which is from your own experience, honestly, the best way to get over your weird sex hang-ups. It's basically what he did to you, after all. He goes: "Gonna have to make up for lost time then, holy shit," and then basically kisses Alex's sheath, mouth open, tongue sliding inside like all that time playing with your foreskin was practice. He pulls back, wet slime already corded out from Alex's sheath, tethering to his chin when he looks up: "Tell me what feels good, okay?"

Joe leans in, absolutely burying his face between Alex's thighs, head basically enveloped in fur: Alex's fur is precisely as shaggy as his hair. Joe grips, pumps, hand sliding down, and Alex lets out a sharp yip, hips jerking up. It's not exactly a secret, what they're doing. But Joe seems to realize you don't have the best view and he sits back, looking over at you. "C'mon," he says, gesturing you closer with his head. And, sat back, you can see something pink through the mess of Alex's fur, the sharp tip of his dog dick, pink with squiggling lines of red and blue under the surface.

Joe rubs across Alex's sheath, jostling his balls. His dick slowly spills out, jerking out in time with his heartbeat. The tip is bright red in the light, smooth and shining like something unreal, shining with pre. Joe leans into him, slowly sagging to the side as he strokes Alex's cockhead, until he moves into it and just slumps forward, on his knees right in front of Alex, both hands wrapped around his cockhead, face an inch away. His fingers flex minutely around the tip and they both groan, Joe kind of whimpering as Alex's cock slowly unsheathes, just spills out and out like there's no end to it. It presses against his face and Joe groans, deep and loud and absolutely something Mike and Isaac could hear through the door. Everybody always just acts like doors are soundproof; they are absolutely getting an earful out there. Hopefully Alex doesn't start howling.

Joe opens wide, inching forward like he's not really sure about it. His nose bumps against the underside and Alex's dick lolls over, splattering across his cheek, rubbery shaft completely covering one eye, drooling streams of clear pre down his face. He sputters, licking his lips, and kisses the underside of the shaft, open-mouthed. Makes a face. "That's gonna take some getting used to."

"Sorry," Alex says.

"Nah, don't worry about it." Joe licks Alex's dick again, sloppier, leaving a messy smear. "'s not bad." His tongue presses against the underside, experimentally at first, but then eagerly lapping up the sloppy pre already coating it as he slides up, hands wrapping around his hairy sheath and aiming the shaft down. "Tastes way meatier than a human dick." He curls his tongue around the tip just in time to not catch the next pulse, pre hitting his tongue and spraying in every direction, pouring down his face. Joe groans and sucks the tip into his mouth, lips spread wide, the loud slurps of his mouth filling the room. He pulls off with a wet pop, lips glistening, spit webbing in threads between them.

Alex shudders, his cock jerks forward and bumps across Joe's face, leaving messy smears. Its heft keeps it pressed against his face, covering one eye, pre steadily dribbling down his face while Joe drags his tongue across the underside, pressing sloppy kisses against his drooling flesh. Alex just whines, hands twitching on his hips, like he's afraid to touch Joe with them, and Joe reaches up and tugs his hands forward, Alex's huge claws draping down his back.

Joe pulls back, a flood of spit and pre spilling past his lips and vanishing into Alex's fur; he wipes his mouth and looks over at you: "C'mon, man, get with it." He gives Alex's cock an experimental stroke, like he's showing it off to you. Alex groans, hips jerking forward, and he gushes a solid streamer of pre: across Joe's face, over his head, across the entire room, splattering an inch up the far wall. Joe flinches back from the impact, but the second it really hits him he's back on Alex's cock like he wants to eat it, moaning muffled by the big ol' dog dick in his mouth.

"I'm not into dog dicks." Which is true, technically, but also something important to know right now is that your dick hurts it's so hard. Pre is bubbling up inside your foreskin, oozing out in gushes that spill down your balls, slick and wet, sticking your boxer-briefs to your skin in patches.

"Wolf dicks," Alex corrects.

"Is there really a difference?" Probably they can both tell your voice is a little strained.

Joe flips you off from where he's sucking on Alex's dog dick. Or wolf dick, depending on how much you care.

"Fuck, whatever," you say, and give into the peer pressure to suck on a big ol' dog dick. That's your excuse and you're sticking to it. You shuffle forward; go down on your knees.

It's definitely... big. It was one thing when you were just watching Joe fail to fit any part of it in his mouth, but up close and personal it is huge.

Joe opens wide and drags his tongue all the way from the sheath to the tip, mouth overflowing with scummy pre by the time he gets there. He swallows, and then again, before opening his mouth again, showing off the mass of pre still plastered across his tongue and teeth.

"Gimmie a kiss," he says, practically blowing bubbles with Alex's pre, a foamy gush dribbling down his chin.

"Jesus Christ," you mumble, but you go forward, lean in. Alex reeks, not... in a bad way, exactly. His pre smells sharp, meaty and rich, like a taste in the back of your mouth, and wafting up from his unsheathed cock, ripples of scent so strong it almost stings to inhale.

Joe hooks a hand over your shoulder, drags you forward, and plants his lips on your mouth, tongue shoving a mess of watery pre into your mouth. The taste hits you like a brick, blossoming across your tongue, salt-savory and potent, the scent of his cock dialed up a hundredfold. Joe moans when you kiss back, big and showy, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth and then pulling back just enough so Alex can see your tongues press against each other, threads of spit and pre dribbling down between you, wet and hot when they soak through your shirt. Joe loves that kind of shit, showboating.

But that's not what you're thinking about right now, anyway. You're not really thinking about anything. Stone floor solid through your jeans, your pre making an absolute mess in your boxer-briefs, Joe warm, skin sizzling everywhere he's touching, musky pre sloshing in your mouth.

A wet rope of pre pelts the side of your head, caught in your stubbly hair, and you look up, squinting through one eye, pre dribbling down heavy across your eyelid. Alex's cock is leveled at you like a cannon, the divot near the tip pulsing, opening and closing like a tiny mouth, absolutely gushing pre.

"Sorry," Alex says, more than a little absurd coming from the gigantic werewolf. "You're really hot."

"Oh?" Joe says, sliding over, one hand wrapping around Alex's cock, stroking it as he goes back to suckling the side, aiming it so the next pulse hits you right across the face. Then he reaches for your shirt, tugs it over your head, and aims Alex's cock so it pegs you right in the chest, fingers following the shot to smear his pre across your skin, like he's oiling you up. Alex moans, aiming himself now to spray across the two of you, Joe trying to make sure your entire upper body is glazed and glistening with a thin layer of werewolf pre. The smell makes you dizzy. And, y'know, turned on, but that goes without saying here.

"You're pretty good yourself, y'know?" Joe says, eventually, leaning back into Alex's thighs, and you just kind of stay there, wobbling without Joe to lean against, painfully aware of Alex's pre soaking through your jeans, meeting the wet splotch already there, fabric clinging to your cock and balls.

You go and touch Alex's cock, too. It's real big.

Your splayed hand doesn't even wrap around it, just cups around the bottom. It's hot to the touch, skin slippery with pre and weirdly spongy, like it's still soft for all that it's two feet long and hosing you down with pre. It pulses against your palm, lurching like a kick-drum hit with each beat of Alex's rapid heartbeat. You stroke up, fingers smearing back and forth as you try to find any kind of cockhead, but it's just flesh, smooth and hot. Scummy pre builds up as you work, drooling down the back of your hand, slick and surprisingly liquid, dribbling to the ground like water.

"C'mon, dude," Joe says, lips still spread across the other side of Alex's cock, the thing pulsing between you. He reaches out, fingers spreading against the back of your head, and pulls you forward, pressing your face against Alex's cock. You kiss it, the both of you suckling near the tip, lapping over its strange curves and edges. Alex groans, claws digging so hard into the box that it splinters. Joe smirks, sliding down the side of Alex's cock to press his face against his sheath, tongue squirming under the ridge of fur. You take the tip, hands wrapped around it, messily slurping as he pelts your face with gush after gush of pre, spilling like so much water down your neck, over your shoulders, until forget the glaze, you just have a huge, cloudy white mess splattered all across your chest, dribbling down in sheets to soak the waist of your jeans.

Your hands collide with Joe's, overlapping, the both slippery and soaked by the constant spill of pre sluicing down his shaft. You wrap both hands around the shaft and squeeze, flesh giving minutely under your fingertips, and Alex snarls, lurches forward, pinning you and Joe both on the ground as he goes down on all fours, jerking his hips forward, fucking his cock through your hands. Joe yelps, face buried in fur somewhere down by his sheath, practically pulling himself up, the both of you pressed to the ground, cock spraying and squirting across your bodies. You lap up the length of Alex's cock, flesh raw and red and weirdly smooth, all the way to the tip, and of course Alex snarls again and you catch a faceful of werewolf pre, just barely closing your eyes in time. It feels like somebody dashed a glass of water at you, a liquid streamer hitting you and making you flinch back, droplets of fluid stuck in your hair and in your eyelashes, streaming down your face in hot rivulets.

Joe whines and shoves you out of the way, like he's jealous of the werewolf facial you're getting. The messy gushes of pre splatter across your faces, and Joe sputters, trying to lap it out of the air. He opens wide, sinks closer, pre flooding his open mouth and pouring down his chin in frothy streams, and when he closes his lips around the tip he gulps down once, twice, before it overflows, erupting around the sloppy seal of his lips. He chokes, sputtering, spraying a mess of pre down across Alex's cock, and he pulls back coughing, mouth and nose drooling pre.

Alex huffs, chest heaving. "Fuck, guys, I'm close, I'm gonna come."

You blink up at him in disbelief, his cock pulsing and spraying the two of you head to toe. "You're not coming now?"

Alex just whines in response, jerking forward, rutting his cock all up and down Joe's chest, ramming the tip against the underside of his jaw. He reaches down, hand wrapping around his sheath, which looks... huge and swollen, even compared to the size of the rest of his dick. He kind of yip-yowls, dragging his sheath-flesh back, folding it over itself to reveal the absolute base of his cock, formerly hidden in his sheath. There's a slurp, thick ropes of ooze spilling out from his sheath, and a veiny red thing bursts out into the open, the acrid reek of his cock getting even stronger, so much it stings your eyes.

"Woah, what's that?" Joe says, reaching out, wrapping his hands around the bulge, and Alex whines, jerks forward. His cock thumps Joe solidly in the middle of his chest and knocks him back on his ass, a gush of watery pre spurting across his neck.

Alex slavers for a few seconds, entire body twitching like an excited dog, tail lashing wildly, before he manages to get a little control back. "My-- it's my knot," he says, and then seeing the both of you completely fail to recognize what that is he continues. "Wolves have it. And dogs I guess. It swells up." He's talking fast, chest heaving up and down, pelting the both of you with pre even as he speaks.

"No shit," Joe says, but-- impressed. And he tugs on it a little, a lump of muscle big enough it takes both hands to even cup it, getting Alex to peg him right in the face with another gush of pre.

"They uh-- it uh--" Alex says, or tries to say, hunched forward so much his hands touch the floor, Joe under him, stroking him off. "How much do you guys know about dog dicks?"

Joe at this point has wrapped his mouth around the tip, cheeks bulging every time Alex sprays pre. He gulps and moans encouragingly.

"Not shit," you say, for the both of you.

"We gotta-- oh, fuck," and his head lashes side to side, Joe choking and sputtering as Alex's cock twitches three times in rapid succession, the flood of what Alex claims is still pre erupting from Joe's flooded mouth in a cloudy, off-white mess. He whines, claws scratching the concrete as he thrusts forward, fucking Joe's mouth with the tip of his dick while Joe strokes the rest of it, all the way down to his, uh, knot. "We gotta bone in our dick, right?" he says, you think, voice just a warbling groan, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle. "And we don't really get hard until we come." Which you guess explains why his cock's so, like, pulpy. "And when we do--" and then there's another extended interlude while he fucks Joe's face, hips jerking, Joe gurgling and sputtering with his face and shoulders just drenched, blowing bubbles from his nose when he tries to breathe, and steadfastly not pulling back. "--our knot swells up and ties us together while I come."

"Like--" you say, and try to make some kinda hand gesture to communicate just what you think happens. Look, straight-up, Alex's cock is easily as big as somebody's arm, and the thought of trying to fit not just that but also the rapidly-swelling knot inside you -- inside anybody -- sounds a lot more painful than fun.

Joe, though, looks ecstatic. Also, neither of them are really paying any attention to your hand gestures, because whatever composure Alex had left is absolutely gone now that he's about to have his very first werewolf orgasm.

You lean in, touching his shaft again, hot and slick, throbbing under your hands almost too hard for you to keep ahold, the rubbery flesh becoming harder and harder to the touch.

Joe is drenched, head and chest completely slathered with cloudy werewolf precome, thick enough to pile up in drifts, pouring down his face, huge messy spurts pouring from his mouth every time he opens it, hands flying up and down his shaft, butting against yours, crashing against Alex's knot with a meaty thwack each time. You end up gripping his knot, hands over the half-sphere swells, slowly stretching under your palms, like you're holding a balloon that's being blown up.

Alex is just gone. Alex howls, cock lurching as he erupts. Way too much for Joe: the shot bulges his cheeks, spraying back down Alex's shaft in a flood of grimy white, and Joe falls back, coughing and sputtering. Alex's cock twitches fast, and he sprays his next shot without Joe in the way; the mass of solid white splatters against the far wall and sticks, one, two, three, like gunshots each time, recoil lurching through the rubbery flesh of his cock.

"Holy shit," Joe says, once he's done coughing, voice still bubbly from all the muck stuck in his throat. He sounds awestruck more than anything else. Joe grabs his knot too, and what Alex said about his knot swelling was sure as hell true: all four of your hands just barely cover it, red flesh visible between your hands. His knot hammers hard against your hands, straining to stretch even bigger and only slowly finding purchase, all your fingers spreading as it just keeps swelling.

Alex is completely out of it: head tipped back, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth, letting out sharp whimpers. His legs kick reflexively, like a dreaming dog. And his cock is just fountaining, the first few splats followed by a steady pulse of reeking dog come: spraying all across the floor in wide gushes, darkening the concrete and then forming pools of translucent, cloudy white slime, washing down to the overflow drain.

Joe goes for it: keeping his hands wrapped around the base he tries to slip back to catch the head in his mouth, and that really drives home just how fucking big Alex's dick is. The tip digs into Joe's bicep, one arm pushed right up against it. The thing's thicker even than his arm, knot sure as hell a lot bigger than that. Joe must be loving it.

Joe tries to catch the next shot of come and it just goes all over, hitting his cheek and fountaining in a spray of droplets, all over. Joe groans, rutting forward -- his cock a hard bar against your thigh -- and does it again, the shot completely coating his face in runny smears of come. He's snuffling and panting as Alex unloads all across his face, only a dribble actually running into his mouth, a sharp splat splat splat as he gets hosed down, eyes closed mouth open, making sharp, desperate moans continuously, gurgling on Alex's load.

And he keeps shooting like that, full-on, for most of a minute before it starts to die down. Joe looks more like a melting wax figure at this point, thick cords dribbling from his elbows and chin, lumpy layers pouring down his body.

Joe drags his forearm across his face, blinking a lot before daring to really try opening his eyes, lashes gummy with come. "Oh, fuck, that was hot. That was like, what, a solid minute?" Joe would be the kind of person to straight-up time somebody's orgasm length, if he wasn't usually too preoccupied having sex to do it.

"I'm actually--" Alex starts, slurring with his tongue lolling from his mouth. He tries to catch his breath for a second before starting again. "I thought it'd go longer. Uh, actually. Wolves tie for like, twenty minutes, and the whole time is..." he trails off, gesturing at the absolute mess you've all made of the storage room. The place smells rancid with the stench of sex.

"Twenty minutes?!" Joe grabs his knot and squeezes, and Alex does a full-body shudder, a final slow pulse of thick off-white come spraying across his chest. "Can we get that going now?" he asks, still toying with Alex's knot. He's slurring too; he swallows, and then when that doesn't work coughs and spits, a frothy mess that just hangs down from his chin and joins the rest of the come coating him.

"Nah, it's done."

"Aw man," Joe says, like -- legitimately sad that he's not gonna have Alex spraying him down for a good half-hour.

"It's uh, pressure on the knot," Alex says, considerably more lucid now that he's not overcome with, like, his first wolfy orgasm ever.

"You gotta fuck me," Joe goes. He's been playing with his ass; you hadn't even noticed. He had his sloppy, pre-coated hand twisted behind him, fingers jammed up his ass, and as he sits forward he pulls them out, pucker spread for a second and then clamping down on nothing.

"There's no way that's gonna fit anywhere, dude," you tell him, or maybe Alex, but neither of them are really listening.

Joe whines, a passable imitation of Alex, and spreads his legs: "Just the tip, fuck, you gotta open me up." This time he's a lot more showy about fingering himself: he drags his fingers up Alex's still-oozing shaft, a messy handful of thick come slowly spilling over the sides of his hand, and reaches back, grinds his fingers against his ass, back tense as he shoves them inside, finger-fucking himself with nothing but werewolf come as lube, grunting and groaning.

Alex cock twitches and Joe all but cheers, squirming forward. "How we gonna do this?" he demands, grin bright even with the rest of his face slathered in come.

Joe ends up on his hands and knees, Alex inching forward over him like an actual wolf, cockhead slapping against his thighs. Werewolves apparently have basically no refractory period. Or maybe that's just teenagers.

Joe's hole is puffy, spread open from his fingers, and you guide Alex's cockhead to it, sliding it into place until it locks: the tip of his cock digs against the soft flesh, catching, and Alex strains forward, sharp cockhead spreading Joe's ass. Joe groans, hands braced on the ground, and shoves himself backward, swallowing up the immense knifepoint tip and then hissing, squirming as it just gets fatter in the middle, trying to get used to it.

Alex bays, a groan that devolves into a kind of yabbering dog-bark grumble, and jerks forward, trying to fit way too much into Joe's ass on the first thrust and nearly knocking everybody involved to the ground. He jerks back, pre already gushing from Joe's overfilled ass, and then slams forward again, starting up a jackhammer rhythm that has Joe pinned to the ground, groaning and hissing in equal measure.

"Easy there, we don't wanna break him." You push against Alex's hip and he relents, jackhammer thrusts slowing, not trying to cram two-feet-and-then-some of dog dick into his ass, just pushing forward until his cock gets too fat to fit more, then easing back. Fucking him slower. Joe's groans drag out into whines, sharp huffs of breath when Alex grinds the bloated middle of his cock against his hole.

For the second time in like five minutes, it does not take long. Alex is nearly sobbing the whole time, whining and jerking forward, cock barreling into Joe's ass and emerging cloudy with pre, a continual waterfall of sloppy ooze drooling out around his stretched rim. "I don't--" he says, once, "I can't believe you'd--", and Joe just twists around and pulls him down for a kiss, one that's more like Alex licking his face and then taking most of Joe's head into his mouth. Size difference is a bitch.

You keep Alex from accidentally fucking Joe to death, though given Joe's eagerness you probably couldn't stop him from fucking himself to death on purpose. He's real determined to get all of Alex's dick plus knot stuck in him, and it looks like he's not gonna have to wait real long to try. Alex groans, cock pulsing, and this time his knot just pops out of his sheath, the sloppy splatter hardly noticeable when you're all already soaking wet.

So there it is, Alex's knot as big as two fists and currently rutting up and down between Joe's cheeks, all but that somehow jammed inside him already. Joe sinks down, swell digging between his cheeks, spine gone tense as he tries to spread himself against it, hard little moans of pain as Alex's knot digs against his asshole. Alex's paws hook over his hips, claws digging into his skin, and he bodily pulls Joe back, maw open and slavering, lapping at his shoulders, back a mess of runny drool, tongue snapping and lashing, splattering droplets of spit all across the two of you. Joe tips back, flush against Alex's chest, and tugs Alex's muzzle to the side, letting Alex smear his tongue all across his face before he sucks it into his mouth, his own moans muffled.

Alex jerks forward, Joe bouncing on his lap, the both of them whining and moaning, Joe's cock smearing a thin glaze of pre across your belly. Alex works his knot against Joe's hole, wet slaps as the immense ball of flesh slams against his too-small hole, again and again until -- there's a sucking squelch, and Joe's entire body shudders, lurching an inch lower, and then again, and again, as they both try to force the whole swell of Alex's knot inside him. Alex howls, a loud cry that probably kills any lingering doubt Mike and Isaac had that you weren't fucking in here, and also presumably raising some real pressing questions about how the fuck you're fucking in here, and his cock shudders -- you can tell because Joe shudders with it, whimpers bursting from his lips in time with muscle spasms in his gut, vibrations carrying through to you where you're pressed together. Joe reaches down, hand pressed against his stomach, fingers twitching in time with Alex's pulses inside him. More than feeling it, you can hear it, a muffled squelching thump, each time his cock kicks inside Joe, followed by a wet gurgles as his latest burst of come pours down his insides.

When Joe opens his eyes he looks drugged, pupils dilated and mismatched, not focusing. He whines, squirming on Alex's cock, panting hard, hissing each time the swell of the knot shifts inside him, steady throbs continuing as Alex slowly floods him with his load. Joe grabs your front and drags you forward into a kiss, open-mouthed, moaning as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Alex leans forward, muzzle over Joe's shoulder, lapping across your faces, and Joe breaks the kiss to suck on his tongue, a sloppy kiss an inch from your head, Alex's huge teeth clamping across Joe's cheeks as he practically swallows half his head. Joe breaks the kiss, slobber streaking his face, open mouth overflowing, before tipping towards you and essentially spitting a mouthful of werewolf drool into your mouth. It's spicy, thicker than water.

You sputter, jerking back, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. "Jesus Christ dude," you say, but Joe just leans forward with you, lips shiny, and kisses you again, arms wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against him, mouth sloppy with werewolf drool. It's okay, you guess.

Alex jerks forward a few more times, lurching Joe against you -- a hard line of pressure jerking against your stomach, that for a dim half-second you think is Joe's cock until you realize it's Alex's, bulging through Joe's stomach, rising and falling as Joe breathes. You stare down at it, wide-eyed, Joe's abs clenching hard and then relaxing, the slab of Alex's cock rising up beneath them up until Joe tips your head up and kisses you again, sloppily, leaving messy smears of werewolf spit across your lips and jaw, drool as thin glittering strings stretching between your lips when he pulls back a half-inch, breath gusting hard. His eyes flutter open and closed, damn near rolling back into his skull whenever Alex jerks forward: a thrust that slams a few inches of his brutally-huge werewolf cock back inside him with a sickening slurp, sheath a lump of scrunched-up flesh stuffed between his cheeks, absolutely hilted on his cock. His stomach swells, the two-fist swell of Alex's knot bubbling up under Joe's abs when he relaxes.

"Fuck, dude," he groans, slow, and grabs your hand, dragging it down to his lurching belly. "You gotta feel this." His cockhead knocks against the back of your hand, leaving little smears of pre. Each shot from Alex is a pressure against your hand, ass flooded, skin straining outward; Joe squirms, abs clenching into a hard wall, trembling against the pressure inside him, only to relax with a huff, stomach expanding into a gut, swelling further with each spurt. Alex's cock jerks inside him, thudding against your hand, Joe's flesh and muscle a thin wall between you two. It kinda hurts to watch -- though Joe sure as hell likes it.

Joe's hand drifts down, tangling with yours, and wraps around his cock, the both of you stroking him off. He squirms again, breathing hard, and comes in a rush, soft groan coming out of his throat in bursts as his cock burbles his load, a messy smear between you, sloppy against your stomachs where you're pressed together. Joe's clench makes Alex whine more, cock visibly shuddering against the underside of Joe's spasming abs, stomach sloshing now as Joe moves.

Joe leans forward, hooking a hand over your shoulder, forehead resting against your shoulder. He breaths deep, whining a little as Alex stirs inside him, held there between the two of you as Alex just... keeps coming, swollen gut shuddering with each pulse. He looks up, eyes fluttering open, a loose grin on his face, loopy from the sex, pressing kisses against your chest and throat, breath steaming across your skin. You grin down at him, a little less loose.

Then there's a knock on the door. Isaac's voice rings out from the other side, kinda tense. "Uh if you guys are, uh, finished, we kinda got-- a problem here."

Joe starts laughing.

"'We can be quiet'," you say. "'They won't notice'." Joe laughs louder, and then has to stop to breathe, gasping. His stomach's swollen out into a fat, taut gut, shuddering regularly.

You slide back, Joe frowning and reaching for you. "I'll, uh, check what's going on," you say, pressing a short kiss to his forehead.

You're the one least coated in werewolf come, and also the only one not currently tied to somebody else by the dick, so you go out. You're pretty disheveled. "Least coated" is absolutely a relative term; you are dripping and leaving puddles. Isaac mostly looks worried, but when Mike gets a look at you he looks, well, grudgingly impressed. Your dick chafes against the front of your jeans, boxers soaked, and for once you're thankful you don't pitch a huge tent because that would make this scene a lot more awkward.

Except Alex kind of yowls as you leave, and Mike knocks the door open, and the both of them get a real good full-on shot of him looming over Joe, balls hanging nearly to the floor. Alex looks up and jerks back, huge claws tugging Joe to his chest to hide him, but really all he accomplishes is giving them an even more porn-worthy shot of Joe completely hilted on his dick, bloated gut sloshing, eyes fluttering. You slam the door shut behind you.

"So Alex is a werewolf," you say. "It's not a big deal." You pause. "Also, we're fucking."

"Yeah, I got that," Isaac says. They are both kind of-- you don't really know what they were expecting from the sounds, but apparently werewolf sex was not high on the list. Plus, you're now realizing that the storage room was approximately a billion degrees. You're sweating like a pig, the cold of the rest of the cabin bracing, and you are literally steaming, visible wisps of werewolf come billowing up from your shoulders.

"Problem?" you prompt, eventually, and that kind of knocks them out of their daze.

You go upstairs. You can still hear Joe whining through the door. Like, loudly, wow.

So the problem is: there are a shit-ton of the... things. The things that might be birds? Or puppets? But Mike peeks through the slats and there are easily a dozen standing there, sticking partway out from behind trees. That's a problem. The part where they're hiding is easily the most worrying aspect of this whole thing, like, that implies that they're present enough to want to hide. But they're not trying to fling themselves at the windows or anything like that.

"Huh," you say.

But Isaac evidently doesn't want to really dwell on the weird monster situation. You mean, you don't really want to either. What would you even do? "So how long has Alex been a werewolf?" Isaac demands.

You hold up your hands. "Man, I don't know, he just told us. But a while, I guess."

Isaac furrows his brow. "We've been friends for years and he never..." He trails off, looking irritated.

"Take it up with him," you say, and then in concession, "Don't think he really meant to tell us, exactly. Don't give him a hard time."

Isaac kinda gives you a look. "Yeah, well, that goes for you too. You and your bro better not fuck him over."

"Chill," you say. You kind of scrub a hand across your face, which just punctuates how, oh right, you're still slathered in werewolf come. "I better go get them. I'll see if I can... pry them apart, or whatever." You sigh.

Mike, who, you're getting an inkling has an idea how dog dicks work, gets all wide-eyed. "You uh, don't mean that literally, right?"

You don't answer him.

So back downstairs -- after you nearly slip down the goddamn steps because you left smears of werewolf pre all over -- Alex's mouth is wide open, half Joe's head in his mouth, a tuft of soaked hair peeking through between two of his upper teeth. Alex's tongue is nearly wrapped entirely around Joe's neck, squirming slowly, tip lapping at the hollow of his throat. Joe looks glazed, spit shining down his neck and smeared across his chest, speckled with brown lines of shed fur, plastered across his front and even more thickly across his back, looking almost like he's got a coat of his own. They're both kinda whining. Or moaning.

They at least rolled onto their sides, Alex keeping Joe supported as he gets really pumped full of come. One of Alex's paws is stretched across his bloated belly, kind of keeping him steady. His skin is starting to fray, his old stretch marks seaming open across the underside of his swollen gut, raw red zebra stripes oozing clear lymph as layers of skin shred.

"Hey, dude," you say, quietly, kneeling down next to them, reaching out to touch him. He's feverishly hot; the whole room is really, and he twists up into your touch half-turning over to face you. His gut kind of lurches, skin folding into a deep crease along the curve of his hip before his belly moves with the rest of him, swaying, and then keeps moving after the rest of him has twisted over, swaying back and forth, sloppy wet slaps coming from inside him. Sloshing. His eyes flutter open, and he raises a hand to press against his stomach, whining at the pressure, and then hissing as his fingers catch across his wet stretch marks.

Joe looks up at you, eyes fluttering open. "You left," he says, with a frown. He raises his arms, grabbing for you, depth perception evidently fucked up with half his face smushed against Alex's chest.

He's, uh. Hard again. His cock is pinned to the underside of his belly, dimpling the swollen skin, and every time he squirms it drags against his belly, leaving a smear that's grown into a patch of glossy skin, glazed with pre. You swallow hard.

"We got a problem here; it'd be good if you two were present and not sex-dumb, c'mon." You look over at Alex: "You about done?"

He's just as bad as Joe; he just kind of rumbles and whines, tongue drawing back into his mouth with a slurp, leaving a final spatter of drool across Joe's neck. When he shifts there's a squirt of come, Alex's cock tugging against Joe's wrecked hole, letting a messy gush spray back against his flanks. Like his knot is starting to go down, you hope.

"You guys are super lucky there's a drain here," you say. Except... "Well, you'll probably clog it, but it's better than nothing I guess."

Alex tugs backwards, Joe's body following, sloppy sucking noises coming from where they're joined. Messy streamers of come squirt out around his mostly-swollen knot, splattering across the concrete floor and slowly making its way to the drain. Alex's paws dig across Joe's hips -- spanning the whole of his hips, claws overlapping over his dick -- and he pulls back, hips shaking back and forth as he wiggles his knot out of Joe's ass, thick streams of come already pouring out around his knot. Joe moans, real loud, arching back to kiss him, and for a second Alex forgets what he's doing, hilts himself with a syrupy pop, a slobbery gush of come erupting out as he sinks his knot back in all the way, soaking the fur on his hips down.

You clear your throat, snap your fingers. "C'mon c'mon, guys."

Joe kind of crawls forward, cheeks spread around Alex's sheath, the flesh of his ass, around his hole, bulging out in a weird, smooth swell, the bruised lips of his ass clenching and opening around the base of Alex's shaft, gaping wide enough you can see the raw red flesh of Alex's knot, still lodged up inside him. Come gurgles out of him, soggy squelches as Joe works himself off the knot, meaty noises gurgling up from inside him as Alex tugs backward, knot cresting and cresting until, with a slorp, his knot finally lurches out with an absolute explosion of come.

Joe clenches, shuddering, and now each flex ends up forcing huge slimy cords of come out of him, pouring down Alex's shaft and cording between them as Alex sides his cock out -- or more like slides Joe off his cock. Foot after foot of raw red dog cock emerges, absolutely slathered in come, huge gummy sheets corded between them even ignoring the flood pouring from Joe's ass as his overfilled guts finally start emptying. His hole clenches around the entire thing, like he's trying to keep it inside, and it's only after Alex gets all the way to the tip, sharp point pulling out, that Joe's hole spreads, clenching on nothing and then gaping wide enough you could cram your fist in there no trouble if you wanted, wrecked hole on full display, walls of his ass pulsing, bruised flesh of his ring nearly pulled inside-out, forming a huge, crater-like ring.

Joe goes limp with a sad little whine, hole sloppy and glistening, come just pouring out without stopping, pouring down the backs of his thighs, froth spanning between his legs.

Alex wraps a hand around his knot, squeezes, and sprays a gush of watery come all across Joe's side, a wild animal whimper catching in his throat.

They're both an absolute mess, Alex's brown fur soaked black from stomach to knee where it's not so thickly covered in come you can't tell the color, shaggy fur hanging in thick, heavy-looking curls like he's worked wax into it.

Joe squirms up to your side, arms slung over your shoulders, not really kissing because he's breathing to hard for it, just pressing his open mouth against your face and dragging it around, whimpering softly. His swollen belly digs against you, the slightest pressure making him -- writhe, moaning and hissing softly, the wet gurgle of his draining guts audibly increasing from the contact.

The floor is basically flooded. An unending stream of werewolf come, clear off-white, just pouring and pouring out of him, spilling down his taut balls and inner thighs, watery rivulets drizzling over thicker, more sluggish sheets clinging to his skin. Joe whines, clenches, and the broken muscle of his asshole pulls tight, swollen flesh wrinkling over itself into meaty slabs, only to part again, a fresh spill of come flooding out in a waterfall, Joe holding his stomach, groaning, as more of Alex's apparently endless load spills out of him.

"I'm-- gonna give you a few minutes," you say, and run away.

You kind of pace and fret in the other basement room, flushed and-- and you don't know. Probably you should go back in? Probably you shouldn't have left in the first place, but, well, you did. For a second you idly consider jerking off. You've been in your jeans this whole time and your dick hurts.

Eventually you go back inside, since... like, you gotta go back inside sometime. Joe's still draining.

"Can you get up?" you ask, and Joe sluggishly nods, holding up his hands. You lever him up onto his knees, and shit, come is heavy; it wouldn't surprise you at all if Alex pumped a few gallons up inside him. Joe has to clench to do it, keep his core rigid, and the flex of his abs has his asshole slurping, the pour of come turning into a sloppy spray, subsiding to a patter as he balances on his knees, one arm going down to support his swollen belly. He's flushed, you're not sure from embarrassment or from, well, all the fucking. He straight-up looks pregnant, like, nine months and everything, belly taut and straining. Christ.

Alex is also there, looking flustered. Still werewolfy. You kinda wanna snap at him and go, hey, turn back human, look what your werewolf dick did. This whole situation has been stressful from a dozen different angles. It kinda sucks.

Eventually Joe can stand up without his ass leaking, and honestly at this point you'll take it. It's not like anybody in the cabin doesn't know exactly what you've all been up to. He still sloshes when he walks, gut enormous, and he walks real slowly, arm slung over your shoulder.

So you have an impromptu cabin meeting. You wrap Joe in a quilt. After you all clean up a little, since you don't really wanna be glued down with werewolf come forever.

"We should probably do something about the weird monster things," Mark says. You're all trying to ignore the elephant in the room, namely, the whole gay werewolf threesome thing. Though Alex -- back in human form and nominally dressed -- and Isaac are off in a corner talking about, you assume, the werewolf part of it. "What if they go to the lodge?"

"Do what, though? You wanna walk right out there, all the way down to the lodge?" You kinda shift in your seat. "Plus it's probably a werewolf thing? I mean there probably aren't monster attacks here all the time, and Alex was the only one they actually went after. So he's the only werewolf on the mountains and nobody else has to deal with weird monster things."

"So we just try to go to sleep like everything's normal?"

You shrug. "You got a better idea? Stay awake if you want, I guess." Joe is straight-up snoring on your shoulder. Getting fucked by a werewolf really takes it out of you, you guess. "Listen, here's what we're gonna do: we're gonna sit tight until morning, and then we're gonna get up, go to the lodge, and start fucking yelling about monster zombie birds. This isn't a fucking horror movie where everybody's gotta run around in the night for no reason and get picked off one by one."

You say that, and then with a snap the lights all go out.

Thankfully nobody can see you grind your palm across your face, though they still hear you groan.

"Listen," you said again, preempting anything else. "This doesn't change anything. All the power lines are outside; the generator's outside."

"Is this just us?" That's Isaac; there's some clattering as he and you assume Alex make their way back over to the rest of you in the dark. "Because if it's not that means other people are definitely gonna be going around outside trying to see what's up. It's not that late," he says, helpfully.

You curse, a lot.

Then Alex goes: "Um, also, I think that other wolf-- I'm pretty sure that was a werewolf. Too. And maybe... feral? I saw him out the window earlier, I think he was planning on breaking in. So if he's not here he's probably going after another cabin."

You are so done with this shit. "Okay, let's go out in the woods and get killed by werewolves and monsters and shit, awesome."

So that's what you do. Great. Awesome. The five of you, into the fucking forest full of monsters, with only the one flashlight, because, yes, evidently, the wilderness is a fucking horrorshow full of monsters and you absolutely have to go out there right now in the middle of the night. You could say that you're not pleased with this development.