Ernie was a slender-ish man in his early forties, driving along while his two sons, Josh, eight, and Max, ten, dozed fitfully on the back seat. The grown man had short, neatly combed red hair and was dressed in a polo shirt and loose-fitting slacks. The older of the two boys was long of hair, blonde and wore a hoodie and jeans. The hood was up. His younger brother, meanwhile, had medium-length curly hair that matched their father's, and wore a Star Wars shirt and rather small shorts that rode up on his thighs as he sat with his thin legs spread.

The three were coming home from visiting their grandfather. It was late, the moon full and fat in the sky. Ernie had wondered about whether they ought to spend the night in a motel, but, a bit of a penny-pincher, he had decided against it, and now he was regretting it. He was having difficulty staying awake, and kept threatening to nod off. The road was curvy and bordered by thick woods on all sides. Suddenly, something darted in front of him. He only saw it for a second. He cried out and hit the brakes.

Wham! The car spun out of control. "Shit!" Ernie cried, trying to keep the vehicle from spinning out of control, but the steering wheel wouldn't obey him no matter how hard he gripped it. Behind him, he heard Josh and Max awaken and scream. The vehicle careened, smashing through a guard rail and plunging down a steep hill. It crashed. The air bag deplayed, filling Ernie's face. Wrestling with the bag, he managed to get it deflated, then undid his seatbelt and turned to check on his sons. "Are you boys all right?" he asked.

Some minor cuts and bruises, and the younger boy had a hurt leg, but they were all okay. "My leg hurts," Josh whimpered.

"Just sit tight," his father said, forcing open the door and getting out.

He examined the car and determined it was hopeless. The entire front in was caved inwards, and smoke and steam spewed from the ruptured engine. Giving the tire a swift kick, he went and opened the back door, and kneeled down to examine Josh's leg. There was some blood, but he tenderly stroked and squeezed it and was able to determine it wasn't broken. 

"You'll be okay if we can get you to a doctor," Ernie said, ruffling Josh's hair.

This didn't stop the boy from crying audibly, though his older brother hugged him and tried to comfort him. Ernie took his phone out of his pants pocket. Getting no cell phone reception, he cursed under his breath and decided to hike for assistance, slipping the phone back into his pocket. Not wishing to leave Josh and Max alone with the car out here in the middle of the cold, dark wilderness, he brought them with him, carrying Josh on his back as Max trudged along behind them. Idly, he wondered what in the world he'd hit. The notion of returning to the road to have a look crossed his mind, but he decided his children getting to shelter somewhere was his top priority. As they walked through the dark forest, they came upon a cabin.

Setting Josh down, Ernie went and knocked. No answer. It looked well kept up, not the kind of rotting, abandoned ruin you saw in horror movies. He decided it was someone's winter retreat and that they simply weren't there this season. Breaking in seemed perfectly reasonable, he thought, given their situation. Gripping the knob, he turned it, and it opened. He called out. "Hello?" Getting no reply, he carried his youngest son in and set him down on an old sofa. Max entered behind them and shut the door. Finding no phone, Ernie turned to his frightened sons and said, "I guess we're spending the night here. Tomorrow, I'll walk back to the road and see if I can flag down a car."

Discovering the sofa folded out into a bed, he persuaded both boys to take their shoes off and lie on it. They were soon fast asleep. Ernie himself dozed fitfully in a nice plush armchair. Several hours later, he was awakened, and felt compelled to explore. There was nothing else to do, and if he idled, he was concerned he'd be given over to despair, and he didn't want that. He needed to be strong for his sons. He needed to find something to occupy his time.

Finding a study in the back of the house, he entered. It was well furnished and an old clock ticked audibly. Several hours left until daybreak, he noted. The room was quite cold, the curtains of the window billowing softly in the blowing wind, and the single chair was overturned and had claw marks on it. The window was open, he thought, but broken glass crunched and cracked under his foot. Sure enough, when he parted the curtains, he discovered the entire pane of glass had been smashed. From the inside or the outside, he couldn't tell. Fortunately, it wasn't too cold, and, retrieving a blanket from the hall closet, Ernie turned the chair right side up and bundled himself up tight and warm, then settled into the surprisingly comfortable chair and decided to kill some time by reading some of the previous owner's books, and found some interesting-looking ones about local legends.

A monster in particular. He frowned, remembering the broken window and the claw marks on the chair, but decided that it'd been merely some animal that'd broken in and then left. He turned on a desk lamp and read through one book that was handwritten. It was a diary. A scientist of some sort, who identified himself as Professor Autry, had come there with his eight year old son Randy and found some kind of artifact that was supposedly cursed, a shamanistic totem of some sort, which was supposed to transform whoever held it on a full moon into a ravenous beast. A werewolf. Or something along those lines.

Dismissing this as nonsense, Ernie still couldn't help thinking about the thing he'd hit earlier...

The diary ended after the entry explaing what touching the totem on a full moon did. Where had Autry and his son gone? If the cabin was merely rented, why had Autry chosen to leave all of his work here? Closing the book, he reached to turn the lamp off when he noticed the totem on the floor, as though discarded. Frowning, he went to pick it up, heedless of his predecessor's written warnings. He jerked up as though electricity shot through him. With a startled cry, he arched his back, held the cursed wooden object high above his head, and began to change, fur growing over his body, a body that slowly swelled outwards, transforming from slender to muscular, his face expanding into the muzzle of a vicious wolf, his tongue lolling, drooling into the floor, beginning to pant with sudden lust as his clothes tore apart and a bushy tail exploded from his backside. And something else grew too. His cock. It tripled in size, growing fat and heavy, swelling out, hanging and bobbing in the dim light of the lamp, reeking of lupine musk.

He heard his name. "Dad?"

He turned. Josh stood there, leaning against the doorframe due to his hurt leg. He gasped as he saw what became of his father. With a snarl, the beast that used to be Ernie dropped the totem and leaped upon him. An enormous hand covered the child's face, muffling his cries. His cock dripping, his stomach rumbling, the wolf used his claws to shred the boy's shirt, pants and underwear, leaving him nude but for his socks, his little cock looking particularly delectable to the transformed abomination.

"No!" cried Josh softly, whimpering. "Daddy!"

The beast licked his lips, lifted Josh up, and stuffed him headfirst into his maw. He devoured him, gnawing and swallowing, using his broad, canine tongue to lick and tease at his son's cock, before swallowing him.

His belly hung heavy with the meager load. He was still hungry. trudging from the room, he found the older boy still dozing on the fold-out sofa bed, and was upon him. Max awoke and screamed but there was no one to hear. No one except what had once been his father. The wolf gripped his thick cock and masturbated until he came, splattering his potent seed over the boy. The claws lashed out and shredded the boy's clothing, leaving Max lying naked and vulnerable, crying and pleading. He was seized. Into the werewolf's slavering jaws he went, headfirst like his brother, and when he was halfway inside, the tongue cupped his youthful balls and probed his ass, making him groan, before the monster threw back its head and finished him off, swallowing him down nice and smooth, sending him to join Josh in their final resting place together.

Yawning and stretching, the wolf then lay down upon the bed, making it creak and bend with his weight, and fell asleep, his full stomach squirming weakly as his spent, leaking cock lay against it. The door flew open suddenly, and another large lupine horror with an enormous dripping erection entered the cabin. He looked a little banged up but none the worse for wear. Had anything human remained of the transformed beast that used to be Ernie, he would've been dimly aware that this was what he'd struck with the car earlier, the former Professor Autry, who had also transformed and consumed his own son.

The creature on the bed sat up and stared at the newcomer, growling. The newly arrived wolf, despite his injuries, growled back, deeper, throatier, far more masculine. He was a much older wolf, and the younger monster's ears laid back submissively at the sound. Entering the bedroom fully now, the wolf from the road leaped upon the beast lying on the bed, and the two ferocious beasts snarled, bit and fought, before the older, more dominant one managed to pin the other, the former father being burdened by his overly stuffed belly, and stuffed his huge knotted member into the transformed former father's ass. They fucked wildly, growling, hissing and spitting, the bed creaking and rocking and slamming against the wall. The sounds of their frenzied fucking carried through the night as they became mates, leaving behind their human selves for all eternity. Soon, they'd go on the prowl for more delicious boymeat...

The End.