But I knew he meant it.
“If you can believe that… then I guess I'm shaped to be yours.”
I kissed Ricky as slowly and as deeply as I started to rock inside him.
I could see the tense concentration in his beautiful brow, curly hair all sweat-slicked. I held his hips, gently but my claws were still leaving little pricks in his skin as we moved. There was enough of me past the knot that I could still slide in and out of him without the knot popping free. And on every thrust, Ricky let out a fresh whimper.
Because he loved it.
He loved me.
The coil of something new and foreign wound down from my arm and wrapped around Ricky’s waist. A tail? No. That looked like my antlers. That looked like vines from a tree.
“Jason—” Another wound down my other arm and wrapped around one of Ricky’s wrists, pinning it to the bed. He moaned, rocking harder and harder to take my knot deeper.
“W-wait, I… I’m not trying to—”
Another vine and another shot out from somewhere on my body to wrap Ricky up like Shabari bindings. Which was hot,fuck, he looked amazing trying to fuck himself on my cock while he was being made more and more immobilized. But it wasn’t me. I wasn’t doing this.
Was I?
Ricky kept moaning and writhing as my new vines engulfed him. He wasn’t afraid. But he should be. He should be. I couldn’t control this. Yet even in the pocket of fear I felt, there was so muchpleasurecontinuing to fuck him. He felt so good, despite how I was being twisted into something new all over again, something monstrous.
“J-J-Jason–”
Some of the vines had started to wrap around Ricky’s throat.
I had to stop.
More vines erupted out of my chest, completely covering Ricky like he was being buried alive, drowning him and pulling him somehowintothe bed, as if it was the portal in the woods.
We were in the woods and the portal was taking him!
The monster was taking him!
“Ricky!”
Then the monster within the awful darkness of the portal took me too.
“Jason, wake up!”
RICKY
“Jason!”
He wasn’t rousing. He seemed to be… squeaking? As if, in his sleep, he must be screaming but he couldn’t get the sound out for real. Some level of sleep paralysis was preventing more thansoft, plaintive noises from leaving him. Weirder was that his body was changing into something completely new again.
He had fallen asleep human. I was certain he had. While still in his mixed form, he had come with a great gush inside me, so warm, making everything within me feel full. I’d been pretty sure he was stuck there for a while, at least until his knot calmed and shrunk. Micro movements from Jason while he had still been inside me had felt so good that I’d come from little more than the grazing of my cock against his stomach.
His monster features had dwindled after that. When he rolled off me and snuggled up behind me to make me the little spoon, I was content to doze right there, even as a sticky mess.
I woke hours later to him convulsing.
“Jason!” I didn’t want to be too loud and wake or worry Kai and Sandy, but he was still squeaking, still changing. Monster features had manifested in his sleep before, but this was different. This was so much more. It had started as what I knew, like wolf ears, cat whiskers, scales down his cheekbones. But that weird shimmer had returned, not only across his face this time but everywhere.
Vines burst from Jason’s chest, and I yelped and tumbled backward off the bed. Striking my tailbone hurt, but I tried to keep even that response to barely a grunt. I scrambled to my feet to still see what was happening. It almost looked like something was tearing Jason apart from the inside. Vines and branches like the time lapse of a willow tree growing were wrapping around and becoming him. And yet, beneath and between where he was like a part of nature, was shifting muscle tissue, reconfiguring into cat stripes and wolf fur and scales and… bone.
His facewasbone, not just textured that way, but like a deer skull with fangs, and black hollow eyes. Then glowing orbs sprang to brightness as if those hollow eyes had opened.