The cabin was small, nestled in a grove of aspen trees with paper-white trunks and leaves that whispered every time the breeze touched them.
Cal and Ren's antics at the market had garnered quite some attention, and they had been paid a visit by a police officer who advised them to calm down in public so as to avoid any disturbances or disdain from the untransformed public - and to follow WTEA advisory protocols on libido if necessary.
Officer Liora Vance had been transformed into a walking contradiction—raw authority wrapped in undeniable allure. She'd become a Parapagus Diprosopus conjoined twin, her two flawlessly symmetrical heads resting side by side, sharing one sharp, focused mind and an ability to speak in perfect unison—or tease in stereo when the moment called for it. Her uniform, custom-tailored to her unique body, hugged every curve of her powerful, satyr-like form: sleek fur over toned legs ending in polished hooves, a playful tail swaying with each deliberate step, and four capable arms that knew just when to comfort… and when to restrain.
Her beauty was almost unreal—two captivating faces that could switch from warm to commanding in a blink, four hands that moved with a dancer’s grace and a warrior’s strength, and the earthy sensuality of her satyress heritage oozing from her presence. On patrol, Liora was a local legend—dangerously competent, endlessly confident, and utterly unforgettable. Post-Fusion-Wave, she had become a trusted figure in the city and the neighboring township when it came to protecting transformees.
And the two femboys stood there gawking at her like teenagers getting their hands on a Playboy, their dicks and nipples standing to attention, their faces completely flush.
They were barely able to maintain their cool and suppress their shared desire to pounce on and "double-team" the officer. As she sped off down the gravel road, the two shared a knowing look - it was for the good of the public that they isolated themselves, lest they do something . . . unsavory, with their still ragingly high sex drives.
Their friend Noah—another post-Wave survivor whose skin shimmered like wet quartz, having fused with the mineral into a permanent, exquisite display of his passion for geology,—had offered them the place for the weekend.
And after packing up the tent and readying the camper, they had set off and arrived in under an hour and a half.
“It's rustic,” he’d said with a wink, light bouncing off his eyelids and skin, refracting into splendorous rainbows. “But the bed is clean, and the windows face the lake. You’ll sleep like gods.”
And oh, gods they did.
Ren and Cal barely made it to the bed before collapsing into it, skin still flushed from their walk through the forest, breath hot from teasing each other during dinner. No sleeping bags. No nylon walls. Just a real bed, real sheets, and the soft creak of springs under their weight.
Ren rolled across the mattress, laughing as his shoulder bumped the cool wood headboard. “This thing’s huge. I forgot how good space feels.”
Cal lay back, stretching luxuriously. “I feel like a prince. Like I should be fanned and fed grapes.”
Ren crawled toward him with a smirk, his thighs brushing the sheets. “You want me to use my mouth to feed you?”
Cal’s cock twitched at the suggestion, and his grin said everything. “Only if dessert’s first.”
Ren didn’t need another invitation. He straddled Cal’s chest, pinning him gently, lowering until his cock hung like ripe fruit just over Cal’s lips. “Open wide.”
Cal’s lips parted, tongue darting out—and the world shrank again to skin, breath, and moans.
The night was all slow hips, soft kisses, and whispered praise. They learned each other’s bodies again in the comfort of space, moving together with a rhythm born of deep trust and filthy delight. Cal fucked Ren with his tongue until Ren was sobbing with need, grinding back desperately. Ren paid him back in full—moaning into Cal’s mouth as he brought him over the edge with nothing but friction and thigh-riding heat.
When they finally curled up under the thin sheets, still panting, their bodies slick with sweat and the smell of sex, Cal kissed Ren’s temple and murmured, “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
Ren kissed him back, nose nuzzled to his jaw. “You make me want to stay like this forever.”
They fell asleep that way. Drunk on each other. Warm and clean. A real bed, at last.
Morning.
Birds chirped. Sunlight poured in. And the knock at the cabin door shattered everything.
Cal sat up first, blinking, his hair mussed, his bare chest rising and falling with sleepy breaths. “Who the hell…?”
The knock came again. Firmer.
Ren stirred, lips puffy, the sheet slipping from one shoulder. “Did Noah say anyone else’d be here?”
“No.”
A pause. Then a voice, muffled but unmistakable.
“Cal? Ren? It’s me. Ari.”
Ren froze.
Cal sat up straighter, stomach dropping.
Ari. Ariana. Cal’s ex-girlfriend. Ren’s old college friend. She’d vanished after the Wave hit. Rumor was she’d moved across state lines, got work with a reconstruction firm. Nobody’d heard a word from her in weeks.
Until now.
The door creaked open slowly.
Ari peered in from outside, gingerly, only her eyes showing as the hallway, dimmed due to the angle of the Sun, obscured everything else.
From what they could tell, she looked… mostly the same. The part of her face they could see was a little leaner. A few telltale signs—her footsteps made it sound like she had more than two legs, and it would have appeared that she had an extra eye—but it was still very much her. And she stared at the bed. At them. Naked. Tangled in sheets. Blushing, marked.
Ren pulled the covers up instinctively. “Ari…”
“I—I didn’t mean to intrude,” she said quickly. “Noah said the cabin was empty. He told me to come rest here while I was in town. I didn’t know you—you two—”
Her gaze flicked between their faces. Their soft features. Flat chests. Smooth curves. The clear markers of who they were now. And who they’d become together.
“Damn,” she whispered. “You really did change.”
Cal’s voice cracked. “Yeah. We did.”
Ari stepped forward. Her eyes were unreadable. “Are you… happy?”
A beat.
Ren reached for Cal’s thigh beneath the covers.
And Cal said softly, “Yeah. For the first time since the Wave… we are.”
Ari nodded slowly. “Then I guess I just need to catch up. U-Um, talk to you guys later . . .”
She turned. Left the cabin, the door clicking gently shut behind her.
Ren let out a long breath. “Holy shit.”
Cal lay back, heart pounding. “You okay?”
Ren nodded, then crawled onto Cal’s chest, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Yeah. Because we’ve got us. That’s all that matters.”
The sun spilled over them through the wide window, wrapping their bed in gold.
And even with the ghost of their past now walking the forest path outside… the kiss they shared felt like a promise. Like a vow.