Changing The Hikers (Transformation, Beast, Non-futa)

Story by Hardcover

Well, at long last I've finally figured out a sequel, of sorts, to Changing The Scouts. This one deals with the same giant fox transformation, although the 'delivery system' is different. This one was actually started before Convicting Emma, but my lengthy writers block stalled it for some time. I finally got off my ass and finished it after I'd completed Emma. Contains TF, Transformation, Gay Sex, Anal, and Giant Foxes. Please comment if you like this story or giant foxes will bite you in painful places.

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CHANGING THE HIKERS

By Hardcover

The trail that the three boys were following was rough and seldom used. But the boys found it surprisingly easy to navigate, despite its inherent remoteness. The trail led into the hills and through the forests of the area, places that rarely if ever saw any human visitation. This had resulted in a plethora of urban legends and myths about the area, ranging from Bigfoot to lost civilizations. The most prevalent of the local tales were of the giant foxes, huge foxes that roamed the hills. The story went that they all used to be people, before something in the woods changed them. As far as this tale went, it differed from place to place, but it included saucy elements of perversion, incest, or homosexuality. The most common of these tales told of people becoming uncontrollably aroused and engaging in one deviant behavior or another before the transformation.

All of this was whispered in hushed tones around camp fires or late at night, but no one admitted to believing in them. Despite that, people seldom ventured into this part of the woods, but the three boys were alone and all by themselves, which was what they wanted. All three of them were taking a break before going back to college and they really felt that they needed something less noisy then your typical spring break. Even though they would miss the sight of naked girls, the peace and quiet appealed to them. Which of course, didn’t stop the three young boys from talking about girls most of the time, but it was good to be by themselves.

As they walked they were surrounded by the sounds of nature. Animals they could not see made their presence known and the sun gently warmed their bodies as they walked along the surprisingly smooth path. The air was crisp and clean, far from the polluted air the boys usually had to breathe.

“You were right, Brian.” Devon was saying, “This was a good idea. These woods are pristine.”

Devon was nineteen, and slightly small boy with dark jet black hair that he wore long over his ears and had a light smattering of freckles under his wide dark brown eyes. He had a young boyish look to him, and his body was lean and soft, not too muscular but not fat or rail thin. He was dressed in a white sleeveless t-shirt that was cut off at the bottom and a pair of cut off jean shorts, comfortable hiking shoes on his feet and his back pack on his back. He had no chest hair, like both his friends, and the hair on his legs was barely noticeable.

“I told you!” Brian declared, “This place is virgin. No one ever goes up here because of that curse story I told you about, so no one ever fucks it up. No litter, no empty bottles, nothing: Pure natural scenery.”

The oldest of the group at twenty one, Brian had a thick mane of red hair and accompanying freckles over his face and back, but not so much of them to throw off his handsome features. His eyes were a light green color, and his nose strait and narrow. His body was muscular without being grotesquely so, the body of a swimmer or a runner. He was smoothed skinned over his body with some tribal tattoos on his arms and back, and was dressed in a blue t-shirt with the words “Hikers go all night” emblazoned on it in black bold letters. He wore a pair of green crew shorts with large side pockets, and appropriate hiking gear. He was also taller then the other two, looking down at them from a respectable height.

“Well,” Grumbled Nicky, “The scenery would be a lot better if we’d brought along some girls.”

At just eighteen, Nicky was the youngest one of the trio, the proverbial baby of the group. He was also the shortest, being slightly smaller then even Devon. He had long blond hair that stopped just short of his shoulders and had bright wide blue eyes that were often hidden behind the circular wire frame glasses he wore. He had a young face, and a small slender soft body that was mostly devoid of hair, and as such could easily be mistaken for fifteen or sixteen; a situation that while caused him some problems (and not a small amount of ribbing) but also benefited him with girls who loved his boyish charm. He wore a tight fitting tan tank top and a pair of cuffed jean shorts. Given his small size, his back pack seemed to almost dwarf him, but as a seasoned hiker, he carried it with ease.

“Yeah,” Devon agreed, “But we co

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