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Kyle was an average guy in his late twenties, and the last person anyone would ever expect to become a terror stalking his suburban development at the edge of town.

“Your father couldn’t keep his eyes off my tits, you know.” Gina looked out at the endless pine trees lining the road as they whizzed by in the twilight.

“I mentioned it to him,” Kyle said. “He’s always been a lecher. Getting worse in his old age, too. But can you blame him? I said you should wear something less form-fitting. You’re not exactly small.”

“Neither are you,” she grinned, reaching over to rub his dick through his pants.

“Hey,” Kyle said, gently removing her hand. “Naughty girl. I have to pay attention when driving on these back-country roads. Nearly hit a deer once.”

“Why do your parents live way out here, anyway?”

“It was their dream to retire to a house in the country. Someplace private where they can have their parties. They throw the most confusing, weird parties. In fact, they—”

“Oh shit! LOOK OUT!”

Kyle jammed on the brakes and steered until the car shuddered to a stop in front of a hulking figure standing in the middle of the road: a moose.

It regarded them through the windshield, calmly chewing something. Antlers like massive pointy snow shovels fanned above its head. Its long legs looked ludicrously thin to support such an immense body.

Gina and Kyle stared at the creature, then at each other, ashen faced with hearts pounding.

“That was close,” Kyle said. He beeped the car horn and waved. “Shoo! Get off the road, dummy.”

The moose was unmoved.

He opened the door to step out. Gina grabbed his arm.

“That’s not a good idea,” she said. “I heard moose can kick a guy’s guts out in a flash.”

“I’ll be careful,” said Kyle. He got out of the car and walked towards the creature, waving his arms. “Hey, stinky. Scat! Git! Get out of the road, you ugly dumb beast.”

The moose’s eyes flared. It tossed its head, snorted and clopped closer to Kyle, lowering its head to glare straight into his eyes. The forward tines of the antlers nearly grazed Kyle’s temples. Rotten cabbage moose breath filled the air.

Kyle thought its eyes looked intelligent, almost human.

Forcing a smile, Kyle raised both palms and backed away. “Sorry, mister moose. I can see you’re not dumb. And you’re not ugly. You’re very handsome, uh, for a moose. I’m going to get back in the car now, if that’s okay with you.”

Kyle turned and eased towards his car. The moose bellowed, a sound like a pig squealing through a vacuum hose. Kyle ran, but the moose caught his jacket in its teeth. A toss of its head sent Kyle flying to the edge of the pavement. He laid there in a heap.

Inside the car, Gina jammed her hand on the car horn, startling the moose with the relentless blaring noise. She flashed the lights, revved the engine and yelled.

Giving her a stern look, the moose snorted, then trotted off the road into the trees.

Gina ran to Kyle and helped him sit up. “Are you all right? He really threw you.”

Kyle staggered to his feet. “I’m okay.” He felt his shoulder. His jacket was ripped and when he pulled back his hand, there was blood.

“Oh, shit!” said Gina. “You’re bleeding!”

She helped Kyle back to the car and had him sit while she fetched the first aid kit. She wiped the wound with antiseptic wipes.

“A moose once bit my sister,” she said. “We were at a wildlife park. Moose bites can be pretty nasty.” She taped gauze over the broken skin. “It’s only small. His teeth just grazed you. But we’d better get you to a hospital. That moose might have rabies.”

“No,” Kyle said. “I’m fine. I just want to get home.”

~~~~

“But I want to be a tiger,” Gina said. “Tiger tail, little tiger ears, painted on whiskers. Raarr!”

Kyle was pawing through the racks of costumes in the crowded store. He said, “Oh, everyone was a cat or a fox or something last year. I think you’d be incredibly cute as a deer. Did the salesperson find any costumes?”

“She hung a bunch in the dressing room. I’ll try them on. What are you going to wear? Please don’t say you’re going to make a costume again. Halloween is next week.”

“Not sure,” said Kyle. “We can’t both go as deer, so maybe a Steve Irwin type? A conservationist? Or forester? Maybe a veterinarian?”

Gina shook her head. “Roman soldier. With a chest plate and one of those short, armored skirt things. And no underwear for easy access.”

“And you say I’m the one with the filthy mind.” He swatted her bum. “Okay. Anything for you. I’ll look for that while you’re trying on yours. And let me see them!”

Gina emerged wearing a full-length brown unitard. The tummy and front of the legs were off-white, the back painted with square white spots. A white deer tail and headband with ears completed the look.

Kyle took one look and gasped. “Oh my god, Gina,” he said. “Do you think I’m some kind of pedophile? You can’t wear that! It’s sick.” He spun her around, ushering her back to the change room. “Go try on an adult costume.”

She returned wearing a sleeveless fur vest, white T-shirt, and brown yoga pants. No spots. This time the headband had both ears and antlers.

“Better?” Gina asked.

Kyle looked her over and licked his lips. “You look great,” he said. “But we have to lose the antlers. That cross-gender stuff is just too confusing.”

~~~~

Back at home, Gina and Kyle eagerly tried on their costumes.

Kyle held up his plastic short sword and spun, revealing he was indeed not wearing underwear. Gina posed in her deer outfit. She had removed the antlers and painted the tip of her nose black. She stuck out her bum to show off her white fluffy tail.

“That’s so sexy,” Kyle breathed.

Gina stepped close and reached for him under the skirt. “Are you going to fuck your little doe, mister gladiator?”

Kyle kissed her. “I’m a centurion. Or maybe a legionnaire. Can’t remember which. Gladiators are different.”

Gina pulled him to the bedroom. When she laid on the bed and started peeling down her yoga pants, Kyle stopped her halfway.

He had a funny look in his eyes. “Turn around,” he said, and positioned her on all fours at the edge of the bed.

Kyle stepped behind her and positioned himself, Gina looking over her shoulder and smiled. When he sank into her, she groaned happily as he spread her open with his big dick, then she lowered her head to the sheets, arching her back to give Kyle maximum access.

Gina was always so hot, Kyle thought as he plowed into her delicious body. The site of her bum, the fur and the ears turned him on like nothing before. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have her, and even luckier since she had moved in.

But something was wrong. After ten minutes, he stopped.

Gina looked back, confused. “I was almost there,” she said. “Are your legs tired? Want to change positions?”

Kyle led her to the bathroom, filling the tub ankle-deep. Gina was skeptical and worried the water might wreck her costume, but she again assumed a position on hands and knees and the pair continued.

After another twenty minutes, Gina had brought herself to orgasm with her hand, gasping as Kyle continued to fuck her, but he still couldn’t come.

“It’s the costume, isn’t it?” Gina said. “I’ll take it off. We can try again.”

“No,” Kyle said. “I don’t know what’s wrong. Let’s take a break. It’s movie night, anyway. I’ve got a bunch of Halloween movies to pick from.”

~~~~

“I don’t know why you like horror flicks,” Gina said. “They’re either gross or terrifying.”

Kyle stood up from the couch and ejected the disc from the player.

“An American Werewolf in London is a comedy,” he said. “And a classic. We have to get into the Halloween mood.”

Gina crossed her arms and scowled.

Kyle sighed. “Okay, okay. No more gross movies. No more scary. That leaves… musicals!” He rummaged through his collection, then held up two plastic cases. “Rocky Horror or Little Shop of Horrors?”

“Little Shop,” said Gina. “As long as we skip past the dentist scene. Now, don’t start it until I make more popcorn.”

She started to get up, but Kyle said, “No, it’s my turn. Relax. I’ll make it.”

As Kyle carried the popcorn bowl back to the kitchen, he passed the glass patio doors. His house had a broad grass yard that ended at the treed edge of the subdivision. A wispy mist had formed on the grass, lit by the full moon in the cloudless night sky.

The moon. So bright. So beautiful. So…

From the couch, Gina heard a crash and groans. She ran to the kitchen.

“Oh, my god! Kyle, what’s wrong?”

Kyle was in agony, writhing on the floor, strangled groans coming from between clenched teeth.

“I’ll call 911,” Gina said. “I told you to see a doctor last week.”

Kyle clutched her arm, looking at her wide-eyed before jarring convulsions wracked his body. Gina watched, terrified and amazed as his body twisted and bent as he screamed.

His arms grew longer, thinner; his legs too, extruding from the bottom of his pants. Kyle’s face bulged and throbbed, extending, forming a muzzle like a dog.

The end of the muzzle became bulbous with drooping snout and huge nostrils. No, not like a dog, Gina realized. A moose!

The speed of the horrifying transformation increased. Stubby nubs on his head sprouted into fuzz-covered stalks which sprouted nubs and stalks of their own.

Short brown fur erupted all over his body as Kyle struggled to remove his clothes. His clenched fists turned dark and rigid, becoming hooves, as did his bare feet. A hairy droop of skin appeared under his chin and a hump of muscle grew between his shoulder blades.

A moose. Somehow, Kyle had become a moose.

Gina scrambled backwards and stood as Kyle wobbled to his hooves, legs shaky as a newborn fawn.

Because conservation of mass is a thing, Kyle was small for a moose, his shoulder hump coming to the height of Gina’s chest.

He looked around the room, then at Gina, whites of his eyes showing like a spooked horse. When he tried to speak, a garbled fluting came out.

Gina tentatively stroked the soft velvet of his muzzle. “It’s okay. It’s all right. I’ll call someone. We’ll figure this out. We’ll fix it!”

Kyle began sniffing, eyes searching, his huge nostrils working away. Clumsily, he drew back and dipped his head. Gina leaned back as the antlers almost scraped her boobs.

He nearly knocked Gina off her feet when he jammed his snout between her legs.

Gina squealed and pushed him away. “Kyle! Stop! What are you doing?”

Kyle stepped back, eyes wild. Lifting his snout, he sniffed again until the moonlight outside drew his eye. Kyle began knocking his antlers against the patio doors, lightly at first, then harder, thudding the glass relentlessly.

“No!” said Gina. “You don’t want to go outside. Someone will see!”

norting and bleating, Kyle rammed the glass and pawed the carpet with increasing fervor. Reluctantly, Gina slid open the door.

Kyle galloped into the yard, then lifted his head to the moon and gave a fluted bellowing howl. Gina followed him outside just as he galloped across the yard then into the woods.

The were-moose was loose.

~~~~

Gina searched for Kyle through the night, stepping through the underbrush, flashlight in hand, calling his name. Twice she heard strange bellowing in the distance, but never found him.

When dawn lit the sky, she stumbled back to the house exhausted, wet, and desperate with worry.

Around 10 AM, Gina woke. Bleary-eyed, she padded to the kitchen to discover a naked human Kyle curled up outside the patio doors. He was muddy and nearly hypothermic from the October air.

Kyle was too bleary to answer her questions, so Gina cleaned him and warmed him in a bath of tepid water before leading him to the bedroom to cuddle and share body heat.

~~~~

Together they watched the local action news channel in amazement:

“Multiple residents of the close-knit community report a juvenile moose rampaging through back yards and along streets.

Lawns were torn up by hooves and backyard gardens raided with pumpkins trampled and carrots pulled from the ground and left half-eaten.

Nearby Williams Dairy reported an undersized moose harassing multiple cows and trying to mate during the early morning hours.”

Kyle gave Gina an incredulous look. “So you’re saying that was me? You realize that’s completely nuts, right?”

“So then where were you last night? What’s the last thing you remember?”

Kyle recounted getting up to make popcorn, then… what? Flashes of forest, being knees deep in a cold pond, the moon glowing high above. Scents everywhere, some warning him to stay away, others enticing him to follow. And through it all, an intense need to breed. A yearning, clawing horniness.

Covering his face, Kyle cried. “Oh, god! Maybe it’s true! You see all these movies and read all the stories about weremoose, but who ever imagined they were real?”

Gina comforted him. “We’ll fix this. There must be a cure. Someone must know something. Or maybe it’ll clear up on its own. Like the flu.”

“The flu doesn’t make you grow antlers, Gina. The flu doesn’t make you so horny you—”

The doorbell rang. Peeking through the window, Gina and Kyle saw a group of men in hunting clothes and carrying everything from shotguns to ax handles and pitchforks.

They answered the door.

“Hey, neighbor,” said the lead hunter. He handed them a flier with a blurry picture of the weremoose and warnings printed under it. “Heard about the moose last night? Me and the boys are getting together a hunting party. We’re gonna take down the sonabitch before he does any more damage.”

Kyle cleared this throat. “Uh, that seems harsh. Did anyone call Animal Control?”

“Sure did. They’re sending their truck. But those pansies will just tranq the bastard and release him somewhere else. That’s okay with ordinary moose. They all get crazy this time of year. It’s rutting season, after all. But there’s something really strange about this one.” He turned. “Hey, Jeff, tell him about your car.”

“Well,” said Jeff. “Last night I was stopped at the lights at Park and Willow and next thing I knew the thing was behind me with its front legs on the trunk just humping away. He was trying to fuck my car. It was crazy. I mean, I love my car, but not like that.”

“See?” said the leader. “The thing’s not right in the head. Gotta be put down. Don’t want anyone getting hurt by that moose or getting themselves shot. So, you two better hunker down tonight, but call the number on the flier if you see it.”

~~~~

Sitting beside each other in the living room, Kyle and Gina stared at the flier.

“You tried to fuck a car?” said Gina.

Kyle shrugged. “It might have been one of those sexy convertibles, but I don’t really remember. I only have these fuzzy flashes. I clearly remember being horny. Really, really horny. Look, Gina… it’s still a full moon. What if I change again tonight?”

“We’ll keep you inside. Lock all the doors, close the curtains. Wait for it to pass.”

“And if I get violent? You said I nearly smashed the patio doors last night.”

“You were terrified. Following some instinct to get outside.”

“I think it’s because I needed to mate. Like that guy said; it’s rutting season. I remember smelling… something. Something irresistible. I followed it. Didn’t find it. I think it was a female moose.”

“Then maybe the best thing is to make sure you’re not horny.“ Gina stood and extended her hand. ”Come on. I could use some stress relief myself.”

Again, Kyle insisted Gina get on all fours. She happily agreed. They tried for three hours in every position, using every trick they had learned while being together: dirty talk, role play, bondage, porn videos, and erotic stories. Kyle’s ardent efforts had Gina coming three times, but Kyle was not as fortunate. Even with Gina wearing the deer costume he could not come, leaving him more frustrated and hornier than before.

They decided to lock him in the garage for the night. Gina parked the car in the driveway and lowered the metal door. They dragged a mattress onto the cold concrete floor, then waited together for the moon to rise.

It began the same as the previous night: Kyle writhing in pain, groaning and twisting as his body went through the hideous transformation from man to moose.

When finally he stood tall before Gina, she thought his antlers had gained more tines than before. His soft eyes, instantly recognizable as Kyle’s, regarded her with desperation and despair.

Gina stroked his side. “Oh, Kyle,” she said, “Why the long face? We’ll figure this out.”

Kyle sniffed the air, his muzzle lifting, drinking in scents. Gina could only smell old crankcase oil and mildew, but though the tiny window along the wall was painted shut and the door leading to the backyard was locked, Kyle’s long snout detected the faint musk of a moose in heat.

Somewhere in the forest behind the house, a female moose, a cow, was ready to mate.

Issuing a mournful bellow sounding like a piglet trapped in a well, Kyle trotted in circles around the garage, desperate for an exit.

“Wait! Kyle, stop,” cried Gina, trying to catch him. “Calm down. You need to stay here! They could shoot you if you go outside. I love you! I don’t want to lose you. Not like this!”

Kyle bellowed again and began butting the metal garage doors. Bang! Bang! His antlers dented the thin metal as the booming impacts reverberated through the garage and outside.

Gina then noticed the half-hard dick swinging between his hind legs. If conservation of mass was a thing, in Kyle’s case it wasn’t evenly distributed: his dick was larger than expected, and clearly in need of attention.

“Kyle, honey,” she said softly, guiding him away from the garage door, “I’ll take care of you.”

Kneeling on the mattress, she positioned Kyle, stroking his flank. “I know, Hon, I know. You’re frustrated. Haven’t been able to come. Maybe you’ll be able to now that you’re like this. Then you can relax.”

Gina used her hands, needing both to wrap around the massive member. Kyle grunted and thrust, enjoying the sensation, looking back at his love with grateful eyes. Gina stroked and rubbed, using the techniques she knew he enjoyed in human form.

For a time, Kyle seemed placated, standing glassy-eyed as Gina slid her hands, amazed at his size. But soon he grew agitated again, tossing his head, stamping and snorting.

He pulled away from Gina’s grip then pushed her hard with his snout, knocking her back on the mattress. Kyle then thrust his snout between her legs, looked at her meaningfully, then thrust again.

“What? You can’t mean… I mean, you’re gigantic. More than usual. I don’t know about that.”

Another thrust between her legs. Another imploring look.

Gina scanned the garage. The back wall had a workbench scattered with tools and old paint cans. She cleared off a space, dropped her pants and bent forward. She was startled when Kyle planted his front hooves onto the workbench beside her shoulders. Something hard, warm, and very large began nudging into her from behind.

“Guuuuuh!” she groaned as Kyle thrust, pushing her forward on the workbench so hard her feet lifted off the floor. Gina had never been stretched so wide, stuffed so full. Clenching her teeth, she tried to relax as Kyle took her.

He tried. Gina tried. It didn’t work. Whether she was too small, or the required pheromones were absent, Kyle still could not come. Even in his moose state he realized Gina was wincing at each thrust, gasping, and enduring the mating for his sake. His heart sank. Despite the natural urge to rut burning inside him, he withdrew.

Kyle lowered his head and ran at the back door of the garage. With a lunge, he rammed the door once, twice, then it crashed open.

“Kyle! No!” Gina screamed, “Please don’t! They’ll kill you!”

He stampeded through the yard and vanished into the trees.

Gina chased him but didn’t dare enter the woods. Those hunters would be out there somewhere.

She felt sick with worry. Did Kyle still have enough human in him to avoid the hunters? In the dark of the forest with all the high-tech equipment hunters now had, that didn’t seem likely. Still, he was small for a moose. He might go undetected.

Gina walked back to the house, turned on the outside lights and waited on a chair inside the patio doors.

If Kyle found a girl moose, she hoped he could mate with her to relieve his terrible need to rut. Then they could look for a cure. She would do anything for him and vowed to spend the rest of her life seeking a way to stop his terrible transformation, if that’s what it took.

Gina felt oddly jealous at the thought of Kyle enjoying himself with anyone else, even another species. But that was silly. It wasn’t love. It was only instinctive animal need, far different from the bond they shared. She would support him if that was what he needed.

~~~~

Gunshots!

Gina woke, disappointed she had fallen asleep by the doors. From the distance came the hollow boom of shotguns followed by the sharp crack of rifles.

Feared the worst, she ran into the yard, ready to fight her way through the woods, find the hunters and tell them the truth about Kyle. Anything to get them to stop.

Kyle broke from the woods, galloping across the yard towards her. He sped past and clattered through the patio doors. Gina ran inside and slammed the doors shut.

He was breathing hard, eyes wide. Sweat was forming on his hide in the warm air of the house. How far had he run? With his long legs, he must be able to move fast.

“Are you hurt?” Gina asked, running her hands over his flanks, looking for wounds. “We have to hide you! Come into the living room. Can you lay down by the couch and stay quiet? The curtains are drawn. No one will see you in there.”

She had Kyle settled on the floor and checked for injuries when a sharp rapping came from the patio doors.

“Excuse us, miss, but by any chance did a moose run into your house?”

Gina fixed him with a stare that made the hunter blush and look away.

“Uh, yes, miss. I know it’s a stupid thing to ask.”

“Well,” Gina said, “There was one earlier, but I gave him a muffin and he left.”

“That’s pretty funny, miss, but see, the tracks across your lawn lead right up to here and then don’t go anywhere else.” He gestured behind him to the torn-up sod.

“Well, it must have doubled back,” Gina said. “I hear moose are cunning like that.”

From the living room came a crash.

The hunter peered around her. “What was that?”

Gina glanced behind her then said, “It’s Kyle. My boyfriend. We were watching Little Shop of Horrors. He’s not feeling well. I need to go check on him.” She started sliding the door shut. “If I see a moose, I’ll call the number on your flier, okay? Now will you please get out of our yard?”

Grumbling, the men left. With a sigh of relief, Gina ran to the living room.

Kyle was standing, one leg thrust through the glass top of the coffee table, a look of regret on his long face.

“Oh, Kyle, how did you manage that? Are you bleeding? Let me see.”

Gina bandaged the cut on Kyle’s leg and cleared away the glass. He lay in front of the couch then Gina curled up with him and stroking his side. She enjoyed the fuzz of his coat, his warmth, and how the musky moose smell blended with Kyle’s human scent that she knew and loved.

~~~~

Daylight. Gina woke with a start, surprised to find herself on the living room floor. Then she remembered the previous night. Kyle’s arms were around her with his naked human body spooning her from behind.

He blinked open his eyes and yawned. “It happened again, didn’t it?” he said.

Gina kissed him, stroked his hair and told him everything that had happened.

“Oh, Gina. How could I do that to you? I’m a monster! An out of control horny moose monster!” He buried his face in his hands. “You should have let them shoot me.”

Gina gasped. “Don’t say that! Don’t you ever say that. We’ll figure this out. Right now, we just need to find some way of, uh, giving you relief. Then you won’t need to go outside.”

Kyle raised his head. “Uh, well. About last night…”

“You found a she-moose? You got it on with her?”

Looking sheepish, Kyle said, “I remember finding one. Smelled her scent long before I saw her. Another bull was there. He was huge! He came at me and I remember locking antlers. He was stronger, but I fought him off. Superior technique, I guess. I was a pretty good wrestler in High School.”

Gina nodded. “Okay, and so then what happened?”

“Well, she was… receptive. I guess moose have a courting ritual. Somehow, I knew what to do. Then when the time was right…” Kyle looked at the floor. “I couldn’t go through with it. I love you, Gina. I can’t cheat on you!”

Gina stared. “Cheat on me? What, you think I’d be jealous of a moose? Worry you’d run off with her and raise little mooselets?” She hugged him. “Oh, Kyle. You dummy. You big, sweet dummy. You could have gotten rid of your frustration! You wouldn’t want to go out again if you change tonight.”

The pair sat in silence, thinking of the situation. If Kyle escaped again, the hunters would surely kill him. Or Animal Control would capture him then when he changed back in the morning, he would end up in some secret government lab for the rest of his life.

Even if Kyle evaded the hunters until the full moon waned, would it happen again the next month? Once snow fell and the trees were bare, anyone would be able to track him in the woods. Or maybe all he needed was to mate, then he wouldn’t change again until next rutting season.

They needed a cure, but even the best scientists in the world would take years to find one, if they ever did. Gina suspected weremooseism was a chronic condition.

What about folklore? Was there a hint there? Should they kill the moose that bit him? No, that was vampires. Could they find a wise Roma woman who knew how to lift the curse? But there was always some terrible price to pay when you did that, if the stories were true.

“Kyle,” said Gina, softly. “Tonight if you change, I want you to bite me.”

Kyle blanched. “Are you insane? Infect you with this horrible disease? Why would I do that?”

Gina took both his hands. “Don’t you see? I’ll change when you do. I’ll be a female moose. You could mate with me. All night. As much as you wanted. You would never need to go out looking for tail ever again.”

Tears formed in Kyle’s eyes. “But… there’s no cure. It would be forever.”

Gina hugged him. “Yes! Forever. I love you. I want you forever. I want you to fuck me forever, no matter what shape you’re in..”

She pulled back and smiled, teary-eyed herself.

Kyle said, “But—”

She touched his lips. “Shh! It’s the right thing to do. And you know, when I had cats growing up, I always wondered what it would be like to be in heat.”

Kyle smiled. “You’ve been in heat every day since we met.”

“Only for you, Kyle. Only for you.”

Kyle pulled her into a long kiss, then said, “I’m so lucky to have you, Gina, but I love you too much to inflict this disease on you.”

~~~~

That evening they waited in the garage to see if Kyle would transform again. They had repaired the back door, reinforcing it with extra wood. The garage door was badly dented, but it looked intact enough to hold up for one more night. Their biggest concern was the noise if Kyle rammed it again. Neighbors can be nosy.

“It’s been two days since full moon,” said Gina. “How many more nights do you think this will go on?

Kyle said, “Not for very much longer. I’ve got to keep—aarrgh!”

The grotesque transformation began. Gina watched helplessly, wishing she could stop the agony of Kyle’s morphing into moose.

When moose Kyle wobbled to his feet, Gina noticed how further developed his antlers were, looking more mature than the previous night. Immediately, Kyle lifted his muzzle to sniff the air.

Gina tried soothing him as he became agitated. “Take it easy, Kyle. You’re okay.” She held her arm in front of his mouth. “Bite me. Do it!”

Kyle’s eyes rolled, and he recoiled, tossing his head in refusal.

“Please! We can be together,” Gina pleaded. “If you go outside tonight, those hunters might—”

Outside, yelps and barking came from the distance, followed by shouts. Moments later, someone tried the handle of the garage back door, then banged loudly. They heard multiple angry voices and the eager whine of hounds.

“Okay, open up! We know the moose is in there. Why are you protecting it? You’re putting yourself in danger. Thing’s crazy. It needs to be put down!”

They had to escape! Gina looked around desperately. The car: it was the only way.

Sliding open the garage door, Gina looked around. The suburban streets were empty. The hunters were all clustered around the back door. Perfect.

She opened the rear door of their car. Dragging and pushing, she forced the reluctant Kyle headfirst into the backseat. To make room for his antlers, she folded the front passenger seat forward. Kyle knelt across the rear seats, his head over the folded passenger seat. Gina started the engine.

“Hey! They’re trying to get away!”

Gina squinted from the flashlights shining through the windshield as she gunned the engine. She backed out of the driveway then sped away, tires squealing. In the side she saw the mob spilling into the street, waving their guns and flashlights.

“We’ll head to your parents’ place,” she said. “They’ll be shocked, but they’re family. They’ll help. Plus, their place is way out in the woods. You can be a moose as much as you like.”

She swerved onto the rural highway that eventually led to Kyle’s parents’ house. Moments later, headlights of three pickup trucks blazed in her mirrors. Gina floored it, but their little car was no match for the souped-up trucks that followed.

Gina saw in the mirror the back of each truck held five or six yahoos each, hooting and waving guns. She could almost hear banjo music as they pursued.

Gina hit the brakes, bringing the car to a crunching halt at the side of the road. She got out just as the pickup trucks screeched to a stop.

The leader hopped down from the cab of his truck and members of the mob leaped from the back. They racked their shotguns in preparation.

Shielding her eyes from the glare of the headlights, Gina yelled, “Why are you following us?”

With a confused expression, the leader said, “You’ve got the moose! You were getting away.”

“So?” said Gina. “We’re out of the neighborhood now. He’s not a threat to anyone anymore.”

The leader scratched his neck. Behind him, the mob made angry murmurs. A hound yelped.

“Well,” he said, “guess that’s so. Where are you taking him?”

“None of your damn business. Don’t worry—he won’t bother the neighborhood again. I promise. Now get out of here before I call the cops.”

There was more confused grumbling from the mob, some shuffling of feet, then the leader touched his hat to Gina and climbed into his truck. The trucks turned and headed back down the road.

“Guys,“ Gina muttered. ”They watch too many action movies.”

In the car, Kyle was grunting and bleating, tossing his head and kicking the doors.

“No, Kyle. Wait until we get to your parent’s place. You can get out there.”

Kyle thrashed and moaned, becoming so distraught Gina feared he would hurt himself or destroy the car. Reluctantly, she let him out.

Kyle clambered from the car to stand beside the road. He sniffed the chilly air.

“Kyle, no! If you run off into the woods here, I might never find you again. How would you get back to the house in the morning?”

Gina stepped in front of him, pulled back a sleeve and offered her arm. “Bite me, Kyle. Please! It’s the only way.”

Kyle turned his head, shutting his eyes in refusal.

She pushed his long snout until he was facing her again. “Dammit, Kyle!” she said, “I’m not going to lose you.”

Gina backhanded the side of his muzzle. Kyle bleated in pain and surprise, drawing back. Gina belted him again, this time harder. The third time, she slapped him viciously on his sensitive snout.

Kyle bellowed. Eyes narrowing, he lunged forward and nipped Gina’s hand, then shoved her so hard she stumbled and fell backward.

Gina inspected her hand and smiled. It was just a little bite, but with luck it would be enough.

In the clearing stood a she-moose, her soft brown hide gleaming under the waning moon. Her ears twitched and swiveled, instinctively on guard for predators.

Gina was amazed how aware she remained in moose form. The animal part of her dominated, but human thoughts persisted dreamily, like she was under sedation.

Her moose nose, intricately sensitive to every scent in the wilderness, filled her senses with images and colors from the night breeze: the decay of the wetland, the freshness of the trees all around, her own musky presence and somewhere beyond the trees, the beautiful, exciting scent of a bull moose in rut. Her bull moose.

Kyle emerged from the pines. He snorted and tossed his magnificent antlers, sending a thrill jolting through Gina. He was threatening, virile, commanding and so beautiful she could not stand still. Her heart thumped forcefully in her chest. The heat within her flared into an aching desire so immense she felt it could never be satisfied yet compelled by some irresistible driving force, she knew she had to try.

He trotted to her. They rubbed muzzles, gazing into each other’s eyes. Gina felt so alive and ready she wanted to scream. Instead, she lifted her head and issued a low nasal wail ending in a grunt. Kyle skittered, snorted and stamped with excitement.

They circled each other, grunting and bleating, sniffing, shuffling, the readiness of each other a boiling, fiery presence searing their senses.

Kyle nudged Gina’s flank, then moved behind her. Surpressing an urge to bolt, she shivered in anticipation. It was too much. She couldn’t let him take her. She had to let him take her. Her legs felt locked, immobile as Kyle sniffed and nosed her hindquarters.

When his tongue swabbed her in one long admiring lick, Gina nearly collapsed from the intensity of the joy. He licked and probed, shaking her with exhilaration tinged with embarrassment. She felt too exposed; not only of her intimate places being probed by his tongue, but of her very soul. Kyle had to know the effect he was having, igniting the wildfire of lust within her aching to be quenched.

Is this how animals experienced the world? Was everything so bright and vivid and real all the time? To Gina, her human existence seemed muffled in comparison, like shuffling through life wrapped in gauze.

Finally, Kyle ceased his questing tongue, leaving Gina weak, hollow and dizzy from the overwhelming blasts of ecstasy. She wasn’t prepared for the glorious elation that lifted her when he mounted her, pushing inside with shocking intimate slowness. She hissed, moaned, and shook with weakened legs as surging orgasm after orgasm wracked every part of her.

Gina’s thoughts dissolved. She became a creature of pure senses, buffeted by hot rapture each time her lover entered her, then filled with ravenous, intoxicating yearning each time he withdrew. He still stretched her, but there was no pain, only surge after surge of a fulfilling blissful completeness.

Gina felt a glowing sense of connection to Kyle. She was possessed by him, and knew she possessed him. They would forever nurture and care for each other, no matter what form they took. She existed for him. He existed for her. Standing in the field, expressing their love before all of nature, theirs was a mating for life. Gina had never felt a love so powerful. She felt an inextricable oneness with Kyle, with the lush bounty of nature around them and even with the stars in the eternity above.

Kyle’s thoughts at that same moment were, “I’m getting laid! I’m getting laid! I’m getting laid! I’m getting laid… uuuuhhhhh!”

Gina lifted her head and cried out her rapture to the universe. Behind her, Kyle plunged into her with one final thrust and joined her in their chorus of life.

Their howls rang through the forest—the mighty, earthy howls of the were-moose.