Ivan grunted as he pushed the door to the cabin open and stepped inside. “Ah, here we are at last!” He exclaimed, his shaggy wolverine features splitting in a toothy smile. He looked over his shoulder at the stag climbing up the porch steps behind him, backpack slung over his shoulders. 

	“What do you think, Noah?” Ivan asked as he spread his arms wide and rotated, gesturing for the stag to take it all in. 

	Noah ducked his head to accommodate his antlers under the frame of the doorway and looked around. The cabin was rustic and cozy, not extremely large but plenty big enough for two new boyfriends spending a long weekend together in the mountains. The floors were dark oak wood and the walls real lumber. Hunter green upholstered furniture sat on woven green rugs in front of a large fireplace. The coffee table and end tables looked hand-carved. Opposite from the living area there was a spacious, fully stocked kitchen and a door led off to a separate bedroom. Late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the sheer green curtains that hung before a sliding glass door that led out onto a second deck. 

	“It’s beautiful, Ivan.” Noah said, truthfully, shifting the backpack on his shoulders and setting it down. The stag was dressed in a pair of olive green cargo shorts, hiking boots and a button down red flannel shirt. Between his antlers sat a hunter green cap with a popular hunting and fishing store’s logo on it. “Your grandfather built this place?” 

	“Yeah, he did. With his own two hands. He was a real handyman. He left it to my dad when he died and my dad left it to me.” Ivan said, still grinning proudly. The wolverine wore a tan t-shirt and beige cargo pants. Hiking boots covered his feet as well. His bulky body stretched the fabric of his t-shirt tight across his chest and biceps, showing the toned muscle there. HIs shaggy fur stuck up around the collar of his shirt. 

	“That’s really cool. Thank you for bringing me up here. I haven’t been hiking in ages. I always loved going with my dad when I was a fawn.” Noah said with a smile. A cool breeze blew in from the open door and he shut it with a soft thud. 

	“I’m more than happy to have you up here, Noah. I haven’t been hiking in a long time myself, and I figured since we’ve been getting serious that now would be the right time.” Ivan replied, taking off his own backpack and setting it on the nearby dining table. “Tonight though, I figure we’ll just settle in. We have two whole days to hike and explore before we have to drive back on Monday.” 

	“Getting serious, huh?” Noah said with a slightly mischievous smile. He stepped close to the wolverine and put his arm around the small of Ivan’s back. The stag was a little taller than the wolverine and his build was more slender. He was healthily built, but wiry where the wolverine was stocky. The wolverine looked up at Noah, still grinning that toothy white smile. 
	
	“Yeah, getting serious. I don’t bring random hook-ups up here.” He replied, winking. 
	“What do you do with them then? Pork ‘em over a dumpster behind the bar?” Noah retorted playfully, his hand sliding down to grab the wolverine’s ass. 

	“Sometimes! Depends on how drunk and horny I am.” Ivan said, putting one of his own hands on Noah’s chest and squeezing against the muscle under the stag’s shirt. 

	“You’re always horny, and I think if you had the option you’d always be drunk.” Noah chuckled, “So you brought me up here in the mountains, alone, to hike. Why do I get the feeling you have an ulterior motive?” 

	Ivan laughed. “Because I always have an ulterior motive, Noah.” He answered, grunting as the stag squeezed his ass. 

	“And are you going to share that motive with me, Ivan?” Noah asked, a grin of his own splitting his face. 

	“Up here in the woods, no one can hear you scream...” The wolverine replied, his hand sliding down to grip the crotch of the stag’s shorts. Noah laughed in return, pushing his bulge into his boyfriend’s grip receptively. 

	“Heh! The neighbors called the cops on us one time, and you’re resorting to isolating us in the mountains? Come on, I didn’t yell that loud. Especially considering that beer can you call a cock.” the stag squeezed the wolverine’s ass more, massaging the firm muscle under the fabric of Ivan’s pants. 

	“Pfft, I don’t have a damn thing on you, horse-dick.” Ivan snickered. “If I’m a beer can then you’re a tallboy!” 

	“Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” Noah said with a lewd smile, moving his own hand around to grope his boyfriend’s crotch in turn. “If I have my way, however, it’ll be you doing the screaming this time, stud. I’ve bent over for you since we met, I’m ready to see what that muscly butt of yours looks like wrapped around my tallboy.” 

	“You’ll have to work me over pretty hard to get to that point, Noah.” Ivan said teasingly, stepping away from his boyfriend to stretch and yawn. “That drive is a killer, I think I’m going to go shower.” 

	“Alright. I suppose I’ll make myself comfortable and start getting us some dinner ready in the meantime.” Noah agreed. 

	Ivan turned and walked through the bedroom door near the kitchen and flicked on the light. He looked around the familiar room, with the same rustic furniture and the same hunter green colored bedspread on the king size mattress. The bathroom led off from it and he headed for the shower. 

	As the wolverine undressed, he smiled to himself. Noah really had no idea what he was in for. Ivan looked forward to the surprise that he had in store for his boyfriend, licking his teeth in anticipation... 
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As Ivan left to get showered up, Noah began to strip down, deciding to surprise the wolverine when he got back. He quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and untucked it from his shorts. He shrugged it off, throwing it across the back of the couch and then he kicked off his boots. He unbuckled his belt next and pushed his shorts down, letting his boxers fall with it. Lastly he stripped his boot socks off and threw the lot in a pile beside the couch on top of his boots. 

	The stag stretched languidly, arching his back until it popped. It felt good standing up after sitting in the car as long as he had on the drive up to the cabin. After the stuffiness of the truck’s cab the cool interior of the cabin felt nice on the stag’s bare body. Noah had the typical coloration of a white tailed deer, tan with white markings on his lean body. He was tall and toned, his shoulders broad. He smirked and jostled the heavy package that hung between his long legs with one hand, loosening it up after being bound in his underwear for so long. The stag’s cock hung heavily over a very large pair of oval-shaped balls that hung low between his thighs. He was a show-er, for sure, his dick nearly seven inches long flaccid. 

Noah always felt a small twinge of pride when he admired his nudity, and he knew that Ivan looked at it with a hint of jealousy. That thought alone caused the stag’s hefty member to swell slightly, pudging at the thought of the look of amazement on the burly wolverine’s face the first time Noah had dropped his pants. 

The stag walked comfortably naked to the kitchen and began to rummage around in the fridge. He found a few things, but the extra large supreme pizza in the freezer looked too good to pass up, even if Noah would have to give the meat toppings on his slices to Ivan. He took it out and began to preheat the oven, smiling to himself as he thought about the shock that was in store for his boyfriend later that night... 
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Ivan turned the lever for the water to ‘off’ and stepped out of the shower. The bathroom was full of steam and quite humid, the wolverine’s shaggy fur dripping onto the bathmat. He grabbed a large towel and began to dry himself off. It took a while, and by the time he was done the towel was quite wet. He hung it over the railing of the shower to dry and stepped in front of the bathroom mirror. 

	The wolverine took a moment to inspect himself in the mirror after wiping a clear space in the steamy glass with his palm. Ivan was built far heavier than the lean stag he was dating. His arms were thickly muscled and his barrel chest was toned. His stomach was undefined, but broad and firm, a wall of muscle and fat that lent his form the heft of a boulder. His short, thick legs and broad feet carried his weight well, and between them his package was a pudgy fist of  male wolverine flesh. His round balls were the size of lemons, and the hot water had coaxed them to hang lower than they normally did. His cock, a fat four inch log, nestled down on top of his big balls as though his scrotum had a special groove for it to sit in. Unlike Noah, he was uncut, the bulbous head of his cock shrouded in a thick flap of foreskin. 

	Ivan was proud of his body, and comfortable in the size of his manhood, but Noah’s equipment was quite a bit larger than what the wolverine carried, even erect. Ivan was blessed with girth and a battering ram of a cockhead, but his average six inch erection was dwarfed by the nine inches of length that Noah carried when hard. It never bothered the wolverine, though it took some getting used to knowing that Noah was every bit the top that Ivan professed to be. Every ‘prey’ species that Ivan had ever been with had always been happily a bottom. Not Noah, however. The stag had accommodated Ivan’s dominance since they had started dating, but he could tell the stag was growing more and more interested in topping him. It made Ivan nervous, considering he’d never had anything the size of Noah’s cock anywhere near his tailhole. He hoped, however, that the little surprise he had in store for the stag would solidify his position as the dominant male in the relationship.

	The wolverine opened the bathroom door and stepped out, walking back to the kitchen with the smell of cooking pizza in his nose. He grinned as he saw Noah just as naked as he was, leaning against a counter and looking at his phone. 

	“Hey! Have a nice shower?” The stag said as he noticed the wolverine, looking up to greet him with a smile. 

	“Yeah I did. Whatcha looking at?” Ivan asked as he looked into the oven’s window at the baking pizza. 

	“Just the weather and stuff for this weekend. You know we have a full moon tonight...” the stag replied, flashing a grin at his boyfriend. 

	“Oh? That’s nice. There’s a skylight over the bed in the bedroom. That’ll be romantic...” Ivan said, nodding his head and matching the stag’s grin. 

	“If we even notice it.” said Noah, sitting his phone on the counter and bracing his palms against it. He arched his back again, this time just to tease Ivan as it put his taut abdominal muscles on display. “I think I’m going to be too busy sticking my cock in your ass and hearing you moan my name.” 

	Ivan snickered. “How can you stick your cock in my ass when you’re going to be too busy biting the pillow and staining the bedspread with your cum?” 
	Noah scoffed. “The only place my cum is going to end up is inside your guts tonight, Ivan. I’ve sat on that fat dick of yours long enough. It’s time for you to get a taste of stag meat for once.” 

	“You might be surprised, Noah. I’ve got an ace in the hole.” Ivan boasted playfully, cracking his knuckles and smirking. 

	“Yeah? Your ace in the hole isn’t going to count for shit since I’m playing with loaded dice.” the stag riposted, meeting his boyfriend’s bragging with some of his own. 

	“We’ll see about that.” Ivan said simply, quite sure of his own advantage. 

	“Yes, we will.” Noah replied, just as sure of his own. 

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The evening progressed smoothly enough. The two males ate their dinner and watched movies, relaxing on the couch with one another. The late afternoon faded into rosy evening, and Ivan glanced at the setting sun through the glass patio door. “Looks like the sun’s going down. I say this is the perfect time to retire to the bedroom.” He said. 

	Noah finished the crust of the last piece of pizza and smirked. “Can’t wait to ride my dick, can you?” 

	“No, I’m just eager to wipe that smug grin off your face and leave you gasping instead.” said Ivan, as he set his plate on the coffee table and stood up. 

	“Keep dreaming. You’ve had your chance. Plenty of them. It’s time for you to learn your place, which is under me, groaning my name and sliming your gut with jizz.” Noah said as he too stood up. They made their way to the bedroom and shut the door. 

	The red light of the sunset streamed in through the windows and the skylight. Ivan flicked off the overhead bulb with a flip of the switch on the wall and grinned at Noah. “So how are we going to do this? Wrestle for it? First one to pin the other gets to fuck him?” 

	“Yeah, sure, why not?” Noah agreed with a shrug. The idea of overpowering his boyfriend and mounting him greatly appealed to the dominant stag’s competitive nature. 

	“Alright then. I suppose we should take a moment to ‘prep’ before we get started.” Ivan said. He went to the nightstand beside the bed and pulled a bottle of lube out of the drawer. 

	“Hehe, already worried it’s going to hurt when I shove my dick in your asshole?” Noah shot back lewdly, as Ivan squirted a blob of the slick lube in his palm and began to smear it over his cock. Ivan tossed the bottle of lube to Noah, the wolverine’s thick cock already starting to rise as he pumped his fist over it. 

	“More like I don’t want to give you the chance to weasel out of it by stopping to lube up once you’re pinned down and helpless.” Ivan retorted, baring his teeth in a grin. He watched Noah lube up his own cock, his bravado only slightly injured by the size that the stag’s cock rose to in his hands. Ivan’s was thicker, but Noah’s had him far beat in length and his girth was nothing to laugh at. He comforted himself with the knowledge that there was no way that Noah was going to win. 

	Noah sat the bottle of lube aside on the dresser, both male’s cocks now erect and glistening with the slick lubricant. He lowered himself into a ready crouch, his knees bent, arms spread to his sides as though ready to tackle Ivan. “You won’t have to worry about that, Ivan. I’ll be fucking you cross-eyed before you so much as have a chance to protest.” 

	And so it began. The two males clashed with one another, their arms locked, grunting and straining as they tried to gain advantage over one another. Ivan’s weight gave him more power but Noah’s height balanced it out. Between the two of them they were evenly matched. They twisted and writhed against one another, trying to push the other to the floor or to the bed. Their cocks ground against each other’s bodies as they wrestled, their balls jostling as they began to sweat from the exertion. The struggle went on, as the sunset continued until the rosy light had turned to deep red, and then purple. Finally, darkness began to set in, and the full moon rose in the skylight above the bed. 

	Ivan was tired, but as the moon rose he felt new strength burgeoning in his arms and legs. He fought against Noah’s powerful clinch, pushing, expecting to feel the stag’s strength waning as his own grew. It didn’t. If anything, Noah matched him as evenly as he had before. The wolverine was puzzled. No one had ever been able to match his strength once the change had begun. The wolverine’s muscles bulged and increased. He began to grow taller, slowly, but it was harder to notice it as Noah didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. 

	Noah too began to feel the growing strength in his body once the moon rose. He increased his efforts, ready to feel Ivan submit to him but the wolverine hardly budged. In fact, his strength only seemed to increase. The stag frowned, feeling his muscles expanding, his bones lengthening, antlers growing. His eyes widened as he noticed the same thing was happening to Ivan. 

“You’re a werewolverine?!” 
“You’re a werestag?!” 

	They said in unison, both of them realizing what the other was at the same moment. Both of them had been expecting their unique condition to give them an edge, to be the final proof that they required to be considered the dominant male. However by some twist of fate or random chance, both males were inflicted with the virus that turned normal males into hulking, brutish versions of themselves. 

	Ivan and Noah continued to transform, their bodies and muscles growing larger and larger. Their cocks swelled and grew, their balls bulging and hanging ever lower between their legs. The room began to be filled with the scent of pheromones and musk, their sweat taking on a whole new element as the two took their greater, bestial forms. Ivan became hulking and bear-like in his size, his hands and feet far larger than they had been, matching the size of his muscular form. He grimaced as he stared at the huge version of the stag that he called his boyfriend. The stag had grown more branches on his antlers, and his already big cock was now enormous to match the bulk of his body. Even in their transformed state, Ivan couldn’t help but notice that Noah still beat him in size between the legs. 

	Suddenly, before Ivan could truly process what was happening, Noah lunged into him. Their bodies collided with a thud and Noah grabbed a quick hold on Ivan and slung him to the bed. The wolverine snarled, his voice deeper, gravellier than it had been. Noah pounced on him, grinning wildly on the bigger version of his face as he tried to pin the wolverine down. 

	With more testosterone pumping through his body, Ivan couldn’t help but become even more competitive. He could hardly bear the thought of the stag beating him, and he quickly raked his claws down the stag’s back and sides, drawing blood. Noah groaned and retaliated with a powerful punch to the wolverine’s jaw, bloodying his nose and snapping his head to the side. Their strength was still evenly matched even with their huge size. 

	The bed creaked and cracked under them as the two massive werecreatures wrestled and fought with one another. Ivan managed to get Noah in a lock around his neck, and was trying to shift his position to get atop the werestag. Noah struggled, elbowing Ivan hard in the stomach as the wolverine squirmed out from under him. He felt and heard Ivan grunt, and he repeated the action a second time. Ivan’s arms loosened and Noah got away from him, the stag’s antlers tearing the wolverine’s flesh as he yanked his head away. 

	Noah threw himself against Ivan again as blood dripped from both of their sweaty, muscular bodies. He rammed into Ivan hard, stunning him and sending them both toppling off the bed and onto the floor. Noah landed hard on top of the werewolverine and grunted as his muzzle was pressed into the musky fur that covered the beast’s body. He grunted, cock twitching at the pheromones that flooded his brain from the smell. It only gave him the boost that he needed to flip Ivan over and grab his arm, using his leverage and weight to pin the the  werewolverine to the floor. 

	Ivan snarled, struggling as Noah pinned him down. In the tight space between the bed and the wall, the wolverine couldn’t get enough leverage to throw Noah off. He realized with a twinge of humiliation that the stag had beaten him. He had never expected it to happen. He was so sure that being a werewolverine had given him the advantage that he needed to maintain his dominance. It seemed now that Noah had claimed the place he had always wanted. 

	“I win.” He heard the stag grunt in his ear, Noah’s deep voice sending shivers down Ivan’s spine. Even with more hormones pumping through his body, even with the fire of indignant dominance burning in his gut, he couldn’t help but feel arousal at the pride and arrogance that that simple declaration carried. 

	Noah didn’t waste any time. He was already too riled up from his victory and transformation. Now that Ivan was helpless under him, he couldn’t resist temptation any longer. The werestag grunted and shifted his hips, dragging is lubed, precum leaking shaft along the werewolverine’s back until it was sliding down between the cheeks of his ass. Ivan grunted, squirming as he felt that impossibly hot cock touch his nearly virgin tailhole. It felt so huge, and so needy as it throbbed against his hole. He couldn’t believe that the stag was winning, that he’d lost to the male that he had brought up to the cabins for the express purpose of exerting his dominance. 

	Ivan’s eyes opened wide as he felt that fat cocktip nudge at his asshole, begging for entry. His claws tore grooves into the hardwood floor as Noah began to plunge into him. It was no slow and easy process. The stag was too horny to go slowly. Too many hormones poured through his body. He skewered Ivan on his cock like he would a pig on a spit, ramming his engorged, enlarged cock deep into the werewolverine’s ass with hardly a moment’s hesitation. 

	Ivan let out a bellow that shook the windows as Noah claimed his ass for his own. The stag began to savagely thrust and buck against his defeated boyfriend, reveling in the heady feeling of victory that warmed his blood. The slap of the stag’s sweaty crotch against the wolverine’s upturned ass was loud and lewd, the stag’s massive balls swinging loose and low between his legs. 

	Noah grunted and groaned as his groin tingled with pleasure. He felt his heavy nuts tightened up, getting closer to his groin as he neared his orgasm. “Nnngh, you’re about to get bred, Ivan...” He moaned, panting hotly as sweat trickled down his face. His powerful body burned with lust, every muscle tense, every tendon taut. He felt the werewolverine tense under him, his asshole clenching down tightly on Noah’s throbbing cock. 

	“Mmph...fuck you, Noah!” Ivan snarled, even as the werestag’s big cock hammered his prostate and sent waves of pleasure through his own body. He knew Noah was angling his thrusts that way on purpose. Ivan couldn’t reach his cock to jerk himself off, Noah was going to force him to cum from being fucked. 

	“Oh I am, Ivan...and I feel you getting juuuuust as close as I am. Big bad werewolverine gets off on being fucked just like all those sluts he’s screwed in back alleys and behind dumpsters. I’m gonna leave you a sweaty, cum-covered bitch just like you’ve left so many other males who’ve crossed your path. And you know what? I know you love it.” 

	Noah reached under and grabbed Ivan’s cock for emphasis, squeezing it, feeling how tense and hard it was. “Your dick couldn’t get any harder, Ivan. You may not admit it, but I know you’re getting close.” 

	“Nnnngghhhrrrrrrr!!!” The werewolverine snarled, blushing under his fur as the werestag taunted him. Noah was right, and he hated the thought of it, but he was getting close. He didn’t want to cum just from the werestag’s big cock alone, but he couldn’t control the rising pleasure in his groin anymore than he could resist the werestag rutting him like a horny doe in the woods. 

	“That’s it, just lay there and cum all over yourself, bitch. I’m about to seed your ass.” Noah warned and taunted, smelling the pheromones rising off of their union like steam. His cock throbbed, tensing up as he felt his orgasm nearing fast. “Brace yourself, cause here I CUM!” 

	Ivan bellowed as he too crossed the threshold of no return. He felt the first gush of hot seed pour into his backside as Noah bellowed loud enough to crack the windows. His own cock twitched, and bulged as his fat doorknob of a cockhead suddenly disgorged a thick white rope of cum all over his stomach. He groaned, panting heavily as his prostate was pounded and his ass was filled to the brim with hot werestag cum. It felt amazing, much to his chagrin, and he hated to admit it to himself how much he loved it. The claws of his free hand tore ruts into the wood of the floor as his toe-claws dug for purchase just the same. 

	Noah fucked Ivan so hard the werewolverine’s body jolted with every thrust, his balls shaking and swaying as the stag hilted for the last few spurts, filling him up and holding the majority of his load in. It couldn’t all be contained, however, and a few white streamers ran down Ivan’s thighs and dripped from Noah’s heavy, well-spent balls. 

	Noah rested on Ivan’s back, his orgasm fading into afterglow at last as they both sank into relaxed stupor for several long delicious minutes. Noah’s cock hardly softened at all during that time, staying buried in Ivan’s backside. 

	“Grrr...” Ivan growled low in his throat, wishing he could buck the werestag off of him, but he was exhausted and too well-fucked to move. 

	“Just take it easy, Ivan, we’re hardly done here. You said we have all weekend here. You’re right, but I highly doubt we’ll be doing much hiking at all.” Noah laughed, grinding his sweaty, cum-smeared groin against the werewolverine’s debauched ass. 

	“Nnngh...You just wait, Noah. You better not fall asleep tonight.” Ivan threatened, eager for his chance to pay the werestag back. 

	“You’ve obviously never been around a rutting stag before, Ivan. Neither of us is going to be doing any sleeping for a good long while.” Noah said, nibbling the werewolverine’s neck. “Like you said, there’s no one around to hear you scream...” 

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