Halloween Hootenanny: Creature Feature (Patreon)

*** Re-posting some Halloween themed favorites to celebrate the holiday ***

The sudden blaring music and sounds of a crowd split the night as the front door of the large, victorian home swung open.  The quiet street echoed with reverberating bass and the sounds of yelling voices.  Struggling forms were being forced towards the entryway as a sea of angry faces looked on.  

“Well fuck you too!”  Blake yelled as he was shoved out the front door.  

“Fuckin’ uptight bitches,” Tyler spat as he was promptly ejected behind his friend.  He turned and gave the slamming door the finger while Blake dusted himself off.  They’d been told it was a costume party, and they’d heard from mutual friends that the women hosting it were “weird”.  To Blake and Tyler, “weird” meant the two men could do whatever they wanted, which they quickly discovered wasn’t the case.  To their disappointment, the strange decorations in the house looked more like something out of a horror movie than a porno film.

“Why even have a costume party if you’re gonna get all shitty?”  Blake gestured to his largely exposed body.  “I didn’t care if they got handsy with me, why’s it wrong when I do it?  I’m letting them take a look for free...I should get something in return, right?”  His tone was indignant.  He really didn’t understand how another person could be anything other than entirely into him.  

Tyler threw an arm over Blake’s broad shoulders, the two stumbling drunkenly down the sidewalk.  “Some people just don’t know how to relax, man,” he said.  He’d been just as guilty as his friend and was as genuinely confused.  They thought of themselves as nice guys, despite their brutish behavior.  

It wasn’t the first time these two had been thrown out of a party for being too aggressive.  They had a reputation across campus as “ladies men”, the only problem being that some of those ladies weren’t always as eager as Blake and Tyler were.  

It wasn’t hard to see why the two had such high opinions of themselves.  Blake especially was stunning.  His minotaur costume showed off every one of his sculpted muscles and all the hours he spent in the gym.  His shoulders were broad, his pecs popped proudly, and you could have washed clothes on his abs.  His arms were steely and defined, accentuating how wide his back was and how much his waist tapered before exploding outwards at his powerful thighs.  The thin loincloth showed off his round, prominent backside and the jockstrap he wore underneath left a noticeable lump in front between his meaty legs.  He was a walking example of symmetrical, gym-sculpted muscle, with a face that was equally perfect.  Lantern jaw, high cheekbones, plump lips, beakish nose, and an expertly-styled mop of blonde hair finished the package.  

Tyler wasn’t as built, but he was no less impressive.  His thinner frame was still covered in lean, shredded muscle.  There wasn’t an ounce of fat under his smooth, toned skin.  Each of his muscles stood out in opposition to the others, as if they were individually vying for attention.  From a distance he looked deceptively small until his body flexed and inflated with the slightest movement.  Unlike Blake, his toned legs were covered by a pair of straight, fitted jeans that still showed off his perky rear, while his ripped torso was hidden under a long-sleeve flannel shirt.  The top buttons hung open to expose a set of tight pecs that were covered by a layer of fake brown fur.  The same fake fur covered the backs of his hands and sides of his face to complete his werewolf costume.  Unlike his blonde friend, Tyler wasn’t quite as gung-ho about walking around so exposed.  

“Whatever dude,” Blake sighed.  “I think Jim said there was a party at his house tonight we could crash.  I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”  

Tyler squeezed one of Blake’s exposed cheeks.  “I don’t know that I’d call this dressed up…”

“All I know is I’m gettin’ laid tonight.  Better hope I find someone at Jim’s party or you’re up.”  

“Fuck you,” Tyler laughed, pulling his hand away.  “My door locks.”

Blake flexed his large arms and stomped his foot, mimicking a charging minotaur.  “You think that’ll stop me?”  

Tyler adjusted himself through his pants, his long cock outlined against the tight denim.  “I dunno man, even your ass is starting to look good.  We haven’t struck out like this in a long time.”  

“We haven’t ‘struck out’ yet, dude,” Blake said defensively.  “The night is still young.”  

Tyler thought about it and clapped Blake on his back.  “Alright, how about this, whoever lands a chick first wins.  Loser has to try and pick up a dude.”  

Blake tossed his head back and laughed, his exposed pecs bouncing.  “You that eager to hook up with a guy?  You could just blow me right now.”  

“If I remember right, you’re the one that woke up in bed with a guy last summer.”  

“Hey man, HE blew me, not the other way around.  And I was drunk,” Blake sulked.  “Besides, I kicked his ass right outta the house as soon as I woke up.”  

“You sure that’s the only thing you did to his ass?”  

Blake glared over at his friend, blushing.  “I swear to god, dude…”

“Whatever you say,” Tyler laughed, egging him on.  

Still blushing, Blake stormed ahead of his friend.  

*****

Back at the house Blake and Tyler had  just been thrown out of, the party continued.  The music blared, people danced, and people drank.  There was talk of the two assholes that had been thrown out, but it didn’t ruin the party.  Everyone was content to go about their business, glad that the men were gone.  Upstairs, the mood was different.  Three women sat in a circle around a lit candle, speaking names out of a book that most mortals had forgotten ever existed.  They weren’t content to just throw Blake and Tyler out.  They’d laid hands on members of their coven and they had to be punished.  It was part of the reason the men had been invited.  They’d heard about Blake and Tyler’s difficulty accepting the word “no” and thought they’d give them a chance.  Had they been on good behavior, they would have left the party unscathed.  But since they weren’t, the group would take action.  If they wanted to act like animals, the trio decided they could look the part.  They already had the costumes on; it was a simple matter to reach through to the other side and pull a pair of matching spirits back.  A wolf and a bull, but something else, too.  Not just the animals, but the actual creatures from legend.  There were times when such beings roamed the earth freely, but the women knew where they could still be found if you knew how to look hard enough.  With the right offerings, they could even be given flesh again.  The three women chanted the names and made the symbols.  Blood and spit mingled with bones that didn’t belong to any earthbound creatures.  There was a pause in the music.  The entire party was frozen for a heartbeat as the veil between the worlds was torn open, sending the spirits after their targets.  

*****

“Hey man, where are we?”  Tyler finally asked as they walked down an empty, fog-covered street.  He thought they’d been headed towards Jim’s house, but he didn’t recognize this part of town at all.  

Blake looked around, shaking his head.  “Did we make a wrong turn?  I thought you knew the way.”  

Tyler was annoyed by Blake’s tone.  “I do,” he said flatly.  “We must’ve missed a turn though...we’ve been walking too long.  Jim is only a few blocks away.”  

They paused and tried to get their bearings.  The heavy fog made it next to impossible.  The street signs they could see through the swirling mists bore names they didn’t recognize, and the buildings around them all appeared to be in various states of decay.  They all seemed long abandoned, with crumbling brick and boarded-over windows.  

“Let’s just go back the way we came,” Tyler said, scratching his head.  “We’ve been going in a straight line.”  The two turned and retraced their steps, only making it a block before coming to a dead-end intersection.  

“Wait…” Blake looked down the perpendicular street in either direction as it faded into the fog on both sides.  “Did we make a turn?  I thought we just went straight?”  

“We did…” Tyler turned in a circle to make sure they hadn’t missed something.  “I’m sure of it.  What the hell…” He was starting to get uneasy.  He hadn’t said anything to Blake, but ast they’d been walking he had the sensation of being watched.  They hadn’t passed a single person on the normally busy streets, an extra rarity for a Friday night in a college town, and there didn’t appear to be anyone around now.  

“Do you have your phone?”  

“Good thing werewolves have pockets,” Tyler laughed, pulling out his phone.  His smile faded when he saw there was no signal.  “Okay...this is weird.  No signal.”  

“What?  How?”  Blake was becoming just as nervous.  “Did they slip us something at that party?”  

“Those girls were weirdos, man.  It wouldn’t surprise me.”  

“So what do we do?  Wait it out?  Keep walking?”  Blake was at a loss.  Neither of them had ever imagined getting lost in their small town.  

“Do you feel fucked up?  I don’t feel fucked up.”  Tyler looked at the back of his hands and shook his head.  

“No...I feel fine.  I’m not even drunk anymore,” Blake said, sounding almost disappointed.  

“Let’s keep going then.  We’re bound to hit something sooner or later.”  They turned back around and kept going in their original direction, again only making it a few blocks before coming to an intersection.  “Fuck!”  

“Okay, dude, I know this wasn’t here,” Blake stammered.  

“Let’s just go this way…” They went to the right.  A few blocks down was another intersection.  They went left this time, then another intersection.  Right again, then another.  It was as if the city had become a foggy labyrinth around them.  Even the buildings seemed to be repeating the same dilapidated store fronts over and over.  

“This is fucked up, man!  What the hell?!”  Blake was close to losing it.  He was feeling trapped and claustrophobic, and all the walking was making his feet hurt.  He was wearing sandals that had fake hooves on them and that weren’t meant for walking long distances.  “I need to take a breather...my feet are killing me.”  

“Yeah, let’s try and get our bearings,” Tyler said, scratching at his chest.  His flannel shirt was making him itch.  

“Bearings?  I feel like we’re walking in circles!”  Blake said as he bent to rub his feet.  “I don’t know how this is…” 

Tyler looked over when Blake didn’t finish.  His burly friend was grabbing at his foot.  “What?  Are you okay?”  

When Blake looked up, his face was pale.  “My...my foot.  It’s...it’s…” he stuttered.  

“What?  Did you get a blist...er…” Tyler’s eyes went wide.  As impossible as it was, he was staring at an actual cloven hoof.  Where Blake’s ankles should have been, his rocky calves flowed down into a pair of shod hooves.  

“Where...where are my fuckin’ feet?!”  Blake panicked and danced back and forth, checking out each altered foot in turn.  Tyler noticed that his friend’s legs were compensating to match and had developed a slight angle at the knee instead of running straight up and down as they had.  There was a loud tapping as his hooves clattered against the cement.  “Do something!”  

“What the fuck do you want me to do?!  I don’t even know what’s happening!”  Tyler was absently scratching at his pecs, but froze mid stroke.  “Dude…” without looking down, he tore open the front of his shirt and watched Blake’s eyes grow wide.  

“Fuck!  You’re fuckin’ hairy!”  

“Jesus!”  Tyler finally looked down and saw that what should have been a patch of glued on fur over his chest had spread all the way down his normally smooth stomach.  “What the fuck is this?!”  

“Drugs...we had to have been drugged.”  Blake said it over and over, trying to convince himself.  “We’re fine...we’re...fine….oh god...” he choked, looking at his reflection in a dark window.  Like his legs, the horns that had been tied on now seemed to be growing out of his forehead.  Worse, though, were the changes to his features.  Blake’s model-handsome face was anything but.  His nose was drawing back and flattening with wide nostrils, while his jaw appeared to be lengthening.  His forehead sloped prominently and his ears were starting to stick out farther from his head.  “What’s happening to me?!”  Even his voice came out in a deep grunt.  

“Oh shit!”  Tyler took an involuntary step back at the sight of his changing friend.  Blake had been so focused on his face that he hadn’t noticed the rest.  The man’s already impressive build was growing even more so.  Pecs that should have been carefully sculpted now shot out from Blake’s chest in a burly bulge above his thickened and still growing gut.  The loincloth was looking smaller and smaller as his legs grew wider and longer, letting a large, solid ass hang exposed.  There was a loud rip as the jock gave way and Tyler watched an obscenely large cock dangle barely concealed behind what remained of Blake’s costume.  As impossible as it was, the other man was turning into a mythological beast before his eyes.  At 6’2” Blake had already been tall, but now he towered at least a full head over Tyler, who craned his neck to watch the final changes washing over Blake’s face.  His friend’s expression was full of terror as his mouth and nose settled into place as a short snout.  His eyes were dark and beady below the sloped brow, his perfect hair receding into a short, wiry bristle that ran down behind his pointed ears.  

Blake stared at his huge, altered hands in shock as his mind emptied.  Thoughts, memories, plans; all of his higher functions retreated into the background until all that remained was a primal desire.  He pounded his fists on his meaty chest and bellowed out his rage.  The deafening roar echoed through the empty, foggy streets, bouncing off the decaying buildings around them.  He stamped his feet and snorted, his eyes coming to rest on the small man in front of him.  

Tyler didn’t know what else to do.  He ran.  Without looking back he took off in the opposite direction, his heart sinking when he heard the clacking footfalls of Blake charging after him.  The ground shook from the weight of his friend’s stride but all he focused on was outrunning the monster behind him.  In his haste, he didn’t notice the changes he was undergoing.  His open shirt had torn at the shoulders as his torso grew and his arms thickened.  Tufts of dark fur stuck out through the growing holes until the shirt gave way entirely.  Tyler’s smooth skin was now covered in a thick layer of fur that hid his expanding muscle.  He was still shredded and lean, but he was packing on muscle almost as fast as Blake had.  His tight jeans practically exploded off the pumping legs that were now just as hairy as the rest of him.  Tyler didn’t care.  If anything, being free from the confining clothing was a relief.  The air coursing through his fur felt good, and he absentmindedly reached down and tore what remained of his briefs free.  He smiled at the sensation of his thick cock flopping as he loped down the street, his shoes falling away in pieces as his long, clawed feet grew too large to be contained.  Tyler’s increasingly sensitive ears could still hear Blake behind him.  He could smell him, too.  Even from this distance the potent, musky smell was overpowering.  

Without thinking, Tyler turned to the nearest building and leapt towards it.  His superhuman legs propelled him halfway up in a single bound and his long, clawed fingers dug into the brick like it was clay as he climbed up the rest of the way.  Once on the roof Tyler staggered, shaking his furry pelt as what remained of the young man fought to stay conscious.  He was horrified at the long snout he felt, and his pointy, furry ears.  His hairy body radiated power and his brain was on sensory overload.  He felt like a blind man who’d just been given sight.  Sounds and smells assaulted him from every direction until he focused in on one source.  Stomping.  Snorting.  Grunting.  Musk.  Sweat.  Tyler felt himself slipping away.  He needed to hunt.  

With a sky-piercing howl, Tyler threw himself over to the next roof and bounded across.  He leapt from building to building like an acrobat, bouncing off ledges and fire escapes like gravity was an afterthought.  He moved through the urban canopy as easily as he would have on the ground.  If he’d been aware, Tyler would have been amazed at how easy it was.  His movements were instinct and reflex, requiring no extra thought as he deftly shot out into space, only to catch himself at the last moment and keep going.  But there wasn’t room in his brain to appreciate what he was doing.  The only thing he could focus on was his prey drawing closer.  Blake’s sweaty, pheromone charged scent was like a spotlight.  He didn’t need the other creature’s cacophonous roars to tell him he was right on top of him.  

Tyler crouched on the edge of a roof.  His broad, furry pecs heaved as he panted, not from exertion, but from excitement.  His thick cock swelled primitively at the thought of what was to come.  His every muscle was tense and ready to spring.  

Below, Blake froze mid-trudge.  His forceful charge had slowed to a steady lumber, his animalistic senses telling him he was being hunted.  He sniffed and snorted while his pointed ears twitched, trying to pick up any hint of the predator that he knew lurked nearby.  He roared defiantly and slammed a meaty fist into the building next to him, taking out a chunk of the masonry and sending it flying.  

Tyler couldn’t hold back any longer.  He let loose a snarl and lunged, propelling himself like a rocket towards the back of the raging bull-man.  With a speed that seemed impossible for someone his size, Blake spun and backhanded Tyler, sending the wolf creature flying across the street.  The impact alone would have killed a normal man, but after a quick shake of his furry, canine head, Tyler righted himself mid-flight.  In the split second between fist and brick wall, he flipped, landed against his clawed hands and feet, and shot right back towards his horned opponent.  He landed on all fours just outside of Blake’s reach and sprung up through the opening granted by the other one’s missed, flailing grab.  

Blake roared in pain as Tyler’s clawed hands dug into the coiled muscles of his back.  He jerked his head back just in time to avoid the snapping jaws that lunged for his thick throat and grabbed handfuls of Tyler’s wiry pelt to pull him away.  He struggled against the dexterous, writhing beast in his arms, grunting angrily when he felt Tyler’s clawed feet trying to gain purchase on his stomach.  Ignoring the tearing at his back, Blake jerked Tyler free and slammed him into the ground before staggering back.  

Stunned from the force of the blow, Tyler stumbled upright slowly and paced backwards to catch his breath, eyeing his foe.  Blake had lost the small loincloth in the struggle, and as Tyler stared at the naked, rippling mountain of horned, hooved flesh before him he felt his anger turn to something else entirely.  The scent wafting off the hulking minotaur’s long, wide cock as the giant beast glared his way caused Tyler to swell even harder.  This wasn’t a fight for survival; it was a fight for dominance.  He snarled as if in agreement and the battle was back on.  

Tyler took to the sky again, leaping towards the nearest building.  He’d just managed to grab on when Blake lashed out with a powerful hoof and caused the wall to collapse.  Tyler righted himself mid-fall and sprang out of Blake’s reach just in time, his friend’s mammoth, rigid cock coming inches from his face.  He resisted the urge to reach for it and instead paced warily, his own aching rod begging for attention.  The parts of the two men that were still themselves were as horrified by this new revelation as they were their sudden transformation.  They hadn’t just been transformed into beasts; they’d been transformed into beasts that were trying to fuck each other.  

Blake stomped and pounded his chest again, flexing his mighty arms in a display of strength.  Tyler snarled and dropped to all fours, slinking along the ground and ready to pounce.  They locked eyes, and the two men buried deep inside were overcome with the same desire.  In a flash, Tyler saw Blake as he should have been; sculpted, naked and hard.  He knew Blake was seeing him the same way and for one brief moment it seemed like the battle might come to an end.  

Blake roared.  Tyler howled.  It was back on.  

Wolf and bull charged, slamming into each other with enough force that the buildings around them shook.  Instead of latching on like he had last time, Tyler climbed around behind and wrapped his legs around Blake’s broad waist.  He bit into his friend’s shoulder and clutched at the granite pecs while he ground his cock against Blake’s wide back.  

Blake growled, his impossible arms flexing as he reached behind and tried to get ahold of Tyler.  He shook his mountainous body wildly but his furry assailant wouldn’t let go.  In a desperate attempt, Blake fell backwards, his massive weight crushing Tyler.  The wolfman let out a yelp of pain and let go, providing Blake with just enough of an opening.  He rolled and pinned Tyler’s strong, hairy arms, moving his head back and forth to avoid the snapping jaws.  It was his turn to work his thick club of a cock against Tyler’s furry stomach.  He grunted as the wiry hairs tickled his heavy balls when the pinned man writhed and tried to escape.  

Tyler’s best weapon was his speed and agility, but having been deprived of both, there was little he could do against the monster on top of him.  He couldn’t get the leverage even his powerful legs needed, leaving him stuck beneath Blake’s oppressive mountain of muscle.  The huge man kept grunting and sliding his solid member against his stomach, the assaulting hormonal smells making it even harder for Tyler to focus.  He tried to scamper free when Blake’s grip relented, but all he managed was to roll over into an even more compromising position.  

He knew the fight was over.  He snarled and snapped while Blake pulled his thick fur and he felt the throbbing club against his backside.  Those snarls turned into yelps and whimpers when Blake shoved himself in.  Tyler’s world exploded into a cascade of pleasure and pain.  He knew he’d lost the fight, but he didn’t care.  Like everything else he’d done, his body acted on instinct as he stopped resisting.  Blake was the dominant one, so he called the shots.  He rested on his forearms and pushed his ass back while the colossal brute hammered away.  

Blake grunted approvingly when he felt Tyler relax.  He shoved himself in deeper, his balls slapping against the other man’s furry backside.  He’d never felt more powerful.  His ample muscles tensed and flexed and he roared in triumph as he unleashed a torrent into the howling werewolf.  

*****

“AAAAwwwwoooooohhhh yes...yes...yyyuuuhhh…” Tyler howled and grunted as he bounced up and down on Blake’s lap, working his friend’s fat cock deeper and deeper.  He clutched at the lumpy mounds of muscle on the other man’s chest while Blake pulled on his back hair.  

“Fuck...fuuuck...nngg...uunnngg…” Blake’s deep, guttural grunts drowned out the creaking of the old mattress as the bed strained under their weight.  They’d probably get complaints.  They always did, but neither of them cared.  In these moments instinct took over and all that mattered was their bodies slamming together.  Since the night of the party, it happened often. 

They’d been found naked and unconscious the following morning.  Both of them bore significant injuries, which is how doctors explained the changes to their appearance.  The days of them being handsome ladies men were over.  Blake’s once-perfect face was now a misshapen conglomeration of features.  His thick blonde hair was a small, thin patch in the middle of his scalp that only accentuated the sloping, cro-magnon brow that hid his beady eyes.  A flat nose with piggish nostrils sat above a too-wide, gap-toothed mouth.  His high cheekbones and strong jaw were both swallowed by the roundness that had overtaken the rest of him.  Blake’s precision sculpted build had been buried by burly, unshaped muscle.  Even his long, shapely hose was now thick and stubby.  The doctors originally thought he was just swollen from the assault, but it soon became clear that he was somehow puffy with extra muscle.  He’d been horrified when he saw himself for the first time, the former pretty boy replaced by an ugly brute.  The doctors did their best, but they were at a loss to explain it.  

The same went for Tyler’s excessive new body hair.  He had the same long, lean build, but the formerly smooth man was now covered under a layer of coarse hair.  Chest, stomach, arms, back, legs; there wasn’t a smooth patch left.  When he wore t-shirts, it spilled out from the neck and sleeves in wiry tufts, matching his new wolf-like features.  Like Blake, his handsome face had been altered to the point of barely being recognizable.  It was too long, with cheekbones that were too sharp, a nose that was too pointy, and ears that ended in a slight taper.  His thin lips concealed what always looked like too many teeth and his narrow eyes were an icy, bluish gray.  And he was always horny.  He could go for hours before cumming, and every time he did, within minutes it would feel like he hadn’t blown in days.  It was worse around men, too.  He could smell their manly stink no matter how much cologne they wore and it drove him wild.  At the end of the day he’d practically run through the door, tearing off his pants and whimpering as he presented his furry ass to Blake for a pounding. 

Police and doctors had interviewed them for hours, but neither man could remember what happened.  Again, it was blamed on the assault, as were the changes to their personality.  Brain injury, they said.  Since that night, neither Blake nor Tyler could focus for more than a moment, or retain information for much longer than that.  It seemed like the only thing they could pay attention to was each other.  They blamed this new same-sex attraction on the head injury and their friends would watch in almost pity as the two men pawed at each other constantly.  They didn’t have the mental ability to continue with school anymore, but they stayed around campus.  Blake got a job washing dishes in the food service department and Tyler had a janitorial gig cleaning up the classroom buildings.  It wasn’t much, but it was enough to pay for their ratty, studio apartment.  They would sometimes see the girls who they’d tried to take advantage of walking around campus, and the women would always stare at them intently with broad smiles on their faces.  In their old days, the men would have taken it as a sign that the women were into them; now they just felt like a couple of freaks being gawked at.  

“GGGuuuuggghhh!”  Blake bucked and spasmed so hard he almost sent Tyler flying off the bed as he came.  The hairy man gasped as the geyser of cum filled his insides and ran down his furry legs.  He’d just barely finished spraying when flipped Tyler onto his back and buried his round face in the thick bush at his friend’s crotch.  He was still embarrassed by the snorting sound he made as he slid his mouth up and down Tyler’s long, thin rod, but he loved the feeling of it in his mouth too much to care.  This was their standard arrangement.  He would always end up cumming first, his fat little rod having lost whatever staying power he used to have.  A few minutes of jackhammer humping is all he could manage, while Tyler could seemingly last for hours.  Once he’d sprayed his load he’d work Tyler until he was guzzling down a mouthful, and by that point he’d be ready to go again and the cycle would start over.  

As intense as their everyday was, each month around the full moon they grew to a frenzy.  That was when they got the most complaints.  They’d been kicked out of their last apartment after waking up to find themselves covered in cum and the place trashed.  Neither of them could remember what happened on those nights, but it was always the same.  They would start going at it like usual, only to lose track at some point.  They both had dreams of being turned into something else.  Visions of hooves and horns, claws and fur, would fill their heads.  On more than one occasion they’d woken up outside across town, leading to a careful, naked scampering back to their apartment.  The last month hadn’t been so lucky.  

The neighbors said the whole building was shaking and it sounded like a couple of animals had been let loose.