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Chapter 9: The Pack
Jeff breathed in deeply as he stepped out of the dense forest, every sense on high alert. The familiar scent of pine and earth filled his lungs but now tinged with something wild and new. He glanced at Jake and Dave flanking him, their movements fluid and predatory.
"Stay sharp," Jeff murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "We don't know what's changed."
Dave's keen eyes scanned the tree line, muscles coiled beneath his pelt of thick copper and blonde fur. His large ears twisted involuntarily as they took in the surroundings.
"I feel like I can hear for miles," he said. "It's intense, man."
They moved in silent unison toward the clearing where their former campsite had been. Jeff was taking point. As they emerged from the trees, he stopped short, a pang of loss twisting in his gut. Their once-tidy camp was in ruins. The tent had collapsed and sagged into the dirt, shredded fabric fluttering in the breeze. Supplies lay scattered and broken, covered in snow, and slowly being reclaimed by leaves, dirt, and moss.
"Jesus," Dave breathed. "It looks like a twister hit it."
Jeff swallowed hard. Memories of laughter and easy camaraderie around the campfire flashed through his mind - the passionate night they shared before their ordeal began. He felt Jake's paw on his shoulder, a warm anchor.
"It's not just the camp that's changed," Jake said softly.
Jeff nodded, his gaze drawn to a battered cooler lying on its side. He remembered stocking it with beers, planning for nothing more than a weekend of hiking and hanging out. Now, it seemed like a relic from another life.
"Should we salvage anything?" Dave asked, already moving toward the wreckage - his athletic frame tensed, ready for action.
Jeff held up a paw.
"Hold up. Let's make sure it's safe first."
He inhaled deeply, sorting through the cacophony of scents.
"I don't smell any recent human activity. But we should do a perimeter check."
Dave grinned, a flash of sharp white teeth.
"Look at you, all alpha dog. I dig it."
Jeff felt a flush of heat at the compliment, tamping down the primal urge it sparked. Focus, he told himself.
"Dave, take the east side. Jake, west. I'll sweep north. Meet back here in ten."
Jeff couldn't help but marvel at how naturally they fell into formation as they split up. It was instinctive, like how his heightened senses parsed every rustle and snap in the underbrush. He moved with a grace he'd never possessed before, hyper-aware of his surroundings. The taut readiness in his muscles both thrilled and unsettled him.
"What are we becoming?" Jeff wondered. "And how far will it go?"
Pushing the questions aside, Jeff focused on securing their old home base. Whatever lay ahead, they'd face it together - as a pack.
Determining that the area was safe, the trio returned, and Dave approached the Jeep, his muscular form moving with practiced ease. He ran his elongated paw along the vehicle's dusty frame, a mix of hope and trepidation flickering across his face.
"Let's see if this bad boy still has some juice," he muttered, reaching for the door handle.
The hinges creaked as Dave slid into the driver's seat, his thick, hairy fingers drumming on the steering wheel. He took a deep breath, then turned the key. To his amazement, the engine sputtered to life, coughing, and wheezing but undeniably running.
"Holy shit!" Dave exclaimed, his face lit up with excitement. "Guys, get over here! This thing's still kicking!"
Jeff jogged over, his eyes scanning their surroundings before focusing on Dave.
"This could be our ticket out if things go south," Jeff said - relief in his voice.
Dave nodded, his expression turning serious.
"Hey guys," Jake said as he rummaged through the remains of the tent. "I found my cell phone in my backpack. The battery is dead, but it looks undamaged."
"Bring it over here," Jeff replied. "We can plug it up in the Jeep to see if it gets charged.
Jake bounded over, handing the device to Dave. However, his big paws could not coordinate plugging the charger in. Jeff could do so with some difficulty, and after a few minutes, the phone booted up. Jake, with the slenderest of their paw fingers, took over and tried to get a connection. It was weak, but they determined that it was now February.
"Fuck, we have been gone for four months!" Jeff groaned.
"Our parents probably think we are dead," Dave said.
"We should call them," Jeff replied. "It looks like my service was disconnected, but I could still make an emergency call."
"And what should we tell whoever answers?" Jeff asked. "Hey, 911, we are three college kids who look like giant beasts from a children's nightmare. Can you come save us?"
"Jeff," Dave replied. "You don't have to be sarcastic."
"We aren't ready for the outside world yet," Jeff replied. "And they are definitely not ready for us."
Jake nodded.
"You are right. What should we do now?"
"We need to do something with the Jeep," Jeff said.
"We should hide it, yeah?" Dave replied.
Jeff's instincts kicked in as he surveyed the area.
"There's a ravine about a quarter-mile east in the direction of our cave. We could camouflage it there with some branches."
As they discussed the logistics, Jeff's mind raced. The Jeep was a tangible link to their past lives and a potential lifeline. He felt the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders, knowing the others looked to him for guidance.
"Alright," Jeff said, his voice carrying a quiet authority. "Let's get this secured. Then, we need to focus on our den. Winter is in full swing, and we need to be prepared."
Dave patted Jeff on the shoulder.
"You got it, coach. Lead the way."
The three collected what was left of their supplies and gear and drove the vehicle to its hiding spot. Finding an overhang, they parked it inside next to a stone wall and covered it in limbs and leaves to ensure it would not be found easily. They then made their way back to their home base.
As they approached the cave, Jeff's thoughts turned to their shelter. His experiences on the farm had taught him the importance of fortification and resource management. He mentally cataloged what they'd need: insulation, water collection, food storage.
"We'll start by reinforcing the entrance," Jeff explained as they approached the cave mouth. "Dave, gather some sturdy branches. Jake, help me clear out any loose rocks."
As they worked, Jeff felt a surge of protectiveness. This wasn't just shelter - it was becoming their home. With every improvement, he was creating a safe haven for his pack. The thought sent warmth through his body, mingling with the primal energy that now coursed through his veins.
"We're really doing this, huh?" Dave said, pausing to wipe sweat from his brow. "Making a life out here?"
Jeff met his gaze, seeing the mixture of excitement and uncertainty mirrored in Dave's eyes. "Yeah," he replied softly. "We are a family."
The word hung in the air, charged with meaning. As they continued their work, Jeff couldn't help but wonder what other changes lay ahead for them, both in their environment and within themselves.
It was time to focus on food. While Jeff and Jake worked on making the cage more comfortable, Dave took off into the forest - his hybrid bear and wolf instincts on overdrive as he prowled. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins, just as it did on the football field. He soon caught the scent of another animal. Quietly, he stalked ahead. His prey, a feral hog, was eating some plants emerging from the snow that had fallen overnight.
Dave crept closer, his steps silent and sure. He inhaled deeply, his enhanced senses detecting the pig's musky scent. Dave's reflexes were always on point as an athlete, but now they felt otherworldly. He sprang from one tree to another, vaulting nimbly over fallen logs. The pig sensed danger, but it was too late. Dave's powerful arms wrapped around its stocky body, bringing it down quickly. The animal squealed in terror as Dave's fangs sank into its neck.
As the pig's warm blood hit his tongue, pleasure, unlike anything he'd ever known, coursed through Dave. Moaning with satisfaction, he drank his fill. When he finished, he regarded his handiwork, chest heaving from exertion and lust. The primal part of his brain reveled in the kill, the beastly act of claiming his prey.
"We are eating hog tonight!" Dave grinned, blood and drool dripping down his full beard and causing his hair to bind together.
With renewed strength and focus, Dave threw the carcass over his back and returned the way he came.
In the cave, Jake used some limbs to sweep the cave floor while Jeff used their sleeping bags to form a bed. Each bag was still rolled up. They had never bothered to use them the first night due to the exhaustion of their lovemaking. While the fabric had some holes, they were largely unaffected by the months in the open air. He had hung them up to dry for several hours near a fire they built near the entrance to the cave before arranging them on the ground with a good amount of leaves and detritus from the forest floor for padding underneath.
"Well, at least we don't have to sleep on the hard floor again," Jake said as he looked at Jeff's handy work.
"Yeah," Jeff said with a smile - his teeth poking out of his muzzle. "These new bodies of ours are hardy, but they still get sore."
Jeff then turned to explore the depths of the cave. Farther in, the room narrowed before opening into a smaller gallery with light peeking through an opening in the roof. Water was cascading down and pooling in a cavity below.
"Well, I found a source of fresh water," Jeff replied as he looked around to the other side of the room. "And an area we could store provisions as well."
"That's good," Jake replied.
"Yeah," Jeff said. "I am not too happy with the fire near the entrance, but we will have to risk it for now."
Jeff's mind was constantly thinking about the outside world. He wanted to ensure they remained safe and undetected. He went through scenario after scenario, calculating odds and imagining responses.
"Let's go back out and gather some more wood," Jeff replied. "We will need it to cook and keep warm with."
"You got it, big bro!" Jake replied with a smile as they headed back out into the chilly winter day.
As the two walked around the snow-covered ground gathering wood, they also used their senses to find and dig up berries and other plant materials that they could use for sustenance. While Jake was bent over digging for another plant, he heard the crack of a branch. Instinctively, he froze, and his ears began to turn and scan around. His nose soon detected the scent of danger, and his eyes saw a cougar slowly moving not far away.
"Jeff!" Jake said softly.
"I see it," Jake replied as he froze. "Let's move back around to the left. It probably is as nervous as we are. We have to be something it has never seen before."
The two slowly pivoted, their pawed feet numbly moving through the forest in retreat. The cougar eyed them and hissed several times but eventually turned and ran off in another direction. The two sighed just before they caught the scent of blood in the air.
"Hey guys!" Dave growled.
Jake and Jeff dropped their supplies and screamed. They grabbed onto one another and fell over on the ground.
"I'm sorry!" Dave replied with a look of worry on his face. "I didn't mean to scare you!"
The two looked up to see Dave's massive form over them - blood-stained fur down his beard and chest and a large wild pig slung over his back.
"I got dinner!"
"Damn, Dave!" Jeff replied.
Jake licked his lips.
"I love pork!"
The trio moved as one, their footsteps in perfect sync as they returned to the cave entrance. Jeff led the way, his eyes scanning the horizon for any further signs of danger. Jake followed close behind, and Dave brought up the rear, the weight of the pig carcass slung over his muscular shoulders, barely slowing his stride.
As they entered their sanctuary, a wordless communication passed between them. Jeff's subtle nod to Jake conveyed pride and gratitude for his assistance. Jake's eyes lit up in response, a flush creeping across his cheeks at the silent praise.
"Home sweet home," Dave murmured, carefully lowering the pig onto a flat rock they'd designated for food prep.
Jeff's voice was warm as he replied, "Nice work out there, Dave. We'll eat well tonight."
"Yeah, we will!" Dave growled, licking his lips.
"But you need to clean up after we eat," Jeff added. "I don't want my den mate covered in blood and stinking up the place."
Dave laughed.
"It's good! You should try some of the blood! It is great fresh!"
Jeff rolled his eyes, and Jake piped up, his words tumbling out in excitement.
"I've been thinking about how we can improve our setup here. Maybe we could use some of those fallen branches we collected to create a sort of natural curtain at the entrance?"
Jeff considered this, running a paw through his thick beard.
"That's not a bad idea, Jake. It'll give us more privacy and help regulate the temperature inside."
As they set about their tasks, the cave continued to transform. Jake's tech-savvy mind proved unexpectedly useful in organizing their living space. He arranged their meager belongings with the precision of someone accustomed to managing complex inventories in RPGs.
Jeff found himself marveling at how seamlessly they worked together.
"We're becoming a real pack," he thought, a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with their shared body heat.
The air in the cave grew thick with the scent of roasting meat as Dave prepared their meal. Dave had wanted to eat it raw, but Jeff insisted on cooking it. He wanted to maintain at least some semblance of their human form, though Dave kept sneaking uncooked bloodied pieces when Jeff was not looking.
The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows on the rough stone walls, creating an almost cozy atmosphere.
"You know," Jake said softly, his brown eyes reflecting the flames, "I never thought I'd say this, but I kind of like it here. It feels... safe."
Jeff reached out, squeezing Jake's shoulder gently.
"That's because we're together," he replied, his voice low and reassuring. "We've got each other's backs, no matter what."
Their den became a haven of warmth and security as night fell outside. The world beyond might be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but here, in this moment, they were home.
As they settled down to sleep in their new bed, Jeff rubbed Jake's body as Dave snored loudly to the side. Jeff felt a familiar urge surge through him. It was the same primal longing he'd felt in the forest earlier that day, but now it was more insistent and assertive. He couldn't deny it any longer.
Cautiously, he inched closer to Jake, their bodies touching. Jake stirred but didn't wake, his breathing deep and steady. Jeff's heart pounded in his chest, a thousand excuses running through his head. But before he could change his mind, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Jake's in a tentative kiss - muzzle to muzzle.
Jake's eyes flew open, and for a heart-stopping moment, Jeff thought he'd made a colossal mistake. But then, to his relief, Jake's eyes softened, and he leaned into the kiss, his lips parting in silent invitation. Their lips moved together in a slow, passionate dance, each exploring the other's mouth as if for the first time. Jeff traced the contours of Jake's muzzle with his tongue, tasting the lingering flavor of the pig they'd shared earlier, still clinging to the thick beard and mustache that now framed his mouth.
As they kissed, their paws roamed over each other's bodies, reacquainting themselves with every curve and muscle. Jeff's fingers dipped beneath Jake's fur, his skin hot and electric beneath his paw pads. Unable to stand it anymore, Jeff broke the kiss and growled softly.
"I need you now, Jake."
Jake's response was a whimper of pleasure as he nodded his assent.
Jeff's cock was emerging from his sheath, hard and throbbing, begging for release. He stroked Jake slowly and firmly, eliciting a moan from the younger beast. Pre-cum began dribbling out onto Jeff's paw, slick and hot. Their stiff cocks soon pressed against each other.
"God, Jake," Jeff moaned, his voice rough with need. "I want you so bad."
"Take me," Jake whimpered, his eyes clouded with lust and need.
Jake turned, his tail moving to the side, and his ass arched back. Jeff positioned himself at Jake's entrance and, with a deep breath, pushed into him. Jake's breath hitched, and Jeff froze, afraid he'd gone too far. But Jake's fingers dug into the bed, urging him on.
"More," Jake gasped.
Emboldened, Jeff thrust deeper, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. Their panting breaths and the wet, slick noises of their bodies rocking together echoed in the cave.
Jeff's cock found its way into Jeff's new anal opening and slid inside, causing Jake's smaller cock to pulse and his body to shiver in response. The warmth and feeling of this area caused Jake to growl softly. Jeff pushed until he could feel his knot at Jake's hole. Shoving harder, it popped inside. The pressure immediately caused the organ to swell and lock in place.
The moan Jeff released was raw and primal. His paws curled as his back arched. He could feel his cock immediately spewing hot cum inside his mate, and Jake could feel it too. The younger beast was pawing at his cock while he was tied. As he did so, Dave stirred, waking from unconsciousness. His eyes widened as he watched the scene before him, his cock emerging from its furry home and hardening in arousal.
Jake felt himself teetering on the edge, Jeff's pulsing cock in his ass sending him over the precipice. As they both climaxed, their bodies convulsed and shook. They began to howl as one, the sound echoing in the chamber.
Dave smiled and reached over and rubbed them both as they panted and continued to copulate for ten minutes. When Jeff was finally able to, he pulled his knot from Jake's ass and turned on his back, exhausted. His cock was still dribbling clear fluids like a bubbling volcano. Jake then turned to Dave, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. Dave, fully erect, was frozen in awe and desire.
"Dave," Jake breathed, his voice deep and gravelly. "It is your turn now."
Dave nodded, his eyes glazed with lust and wonder. Jake got up and crawled over the enormous beast. He reached back and felt the thicker cock and guided it into him as he sat down. Jeff's warm cum was still oozing from him, and his hole was relaxed. It easily took Dave's crimson tool as it slid up into the new area that had formed inside.
"Fuck!" Dave groaned as he felt Jake's warmth.
His huge paw stretched open and then clasped shut as his body shivered from the sensation. His cock was pulsing fluids now, further lubricating Jake as he neared the large knot forming.
"Damn, your knot is just as big as Jeff's when he was fully hard!"
Dave grinned.
"It gets bigger."
Jake moaned as he pushed hard. As the bulbous organ slipped into his ass, he gasped. The knot filled with blood and swelled so large he thought he would burst. Dave let out a growl so loud both Jake and Jeff thought it could be heard in the next county. Dave's cock exploded inside Jake, filling him with even more warm cum. The big beast began to cry.
"Are you ok?" Jake asked.
"This is amazing!" Dave growled and sobbed. "This is fucking amazing!"
Jeff leaned over and licked Dave's beard and then his lips. He shoved his long tongue inside the beast's mouth, and they soon were muzzle to muzzle, making out as Jake gyrated, feeling Dave's cock flooding him inside. Jake's half-human cock orgasmed again, shooting a thin rope of cum into the air and landing on Dave's fur.
Their bodies moved in an ancient dance, a primal rhythm transcending time and space. Jeff's claws dug into Dave's hips. Jake grabbed the wall next to him as he groaned and rode the wave of his orgasm.
It took fifteen more minutes before Dave was able to pull out. As the knot audibly popped from Jake's ass, the younger beast moaned, and cum began to flood from him. Dave instantly grabbed Jake and spun him around, shoving his muzzle into the well-bred orifice and using his tongue to bathe and clean him. At the same time, Jeff moved between Jake's legs and took his softening cock into his mouth. Careful not to hurt him with his new sharp teeth, he licked the organ clean and rubbed Jake's furry mound that contained his small testicles, trying to milk out every drop of cum that might be left. Jake moaned as his tail wagged.
When they were done, the three beasts collapsed in a heap. Their breaths were ragged as their bodies entwined. They were beginning to embrace their new forms.
As the days passed, the three beasts settled into a routine. Each morning, they would awaken and feel the urge to howl as a group out into the morning air. They would stretch and then forage for food, using the snow they collected inside the cooler to help preserve anything that might spoil. The coolness of the deeper areas of the cave provided them with natural refrigeration for other food materials.
They began to mark out their territory, with Dave insisting on either rubbing his back or hiking his leg to pee on every large tree on the perimeter. Their hunting skills improved, as did their foraging. They also began to raid any empty cabins in the area, finding dried and canned food along the way - the utensils they had brought with them on their original camping trip coming in handy to open everything.
As the winter began to turn to spring, they had built a home... a den for themselves. They mated every night, and Jake relished his new role as omega. Jeff took the alpha role, protecting them both. Dave was the pack's hunter and muscle, something they would need as they looked towards their uncertain future out in the wild.
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