The Knotting

A short and stern German-looking man with short-cropped hair that's white as snow with inklings of red in it, immensely wide shoulders, a broad muscular chest, a strict expression, small round glasses, and looking to be in his early 50's, paces the beautifully decored carpet. His glistening black shoes tap along the floor, echoing his feelings of disapproval.

In a plush, $1,000 chair before him sits a lovely young man who's been mistaken for a girl more than once. He looks racially mixed with African and European features blending perfectly into a beautiful portrait of feminine loveliness. Dutch and Malian mixed ethnicities, actually. He has atoo-much-milk-in-coffeecolored skintone, ocean blue eyes, huge plump pink lips, and his blonde hair rolls down his back in Shirley Temple curls. His long white fingernails timidly thrum on the surface of a thick leatherbound book reminiscent of a Bible. But instead of that gold lettering profiling the cover, it instead says in bright crimson:Occult Studies. He wears a Victorian era gentleman's shirt, with a poofy collar, wrists, and golden buttons down his flat chest. At 5'7" and a light 120 pounds, he crosses his long, shapely legs in white pantaloons with black shoes on the feet.

"Papa, I..."

"Do not resort to"papa,"for it will do you no good!"

Dr. Abraham Van Helsing's bushy white eyebrows furiously furl behind his round glasses, where light glare turning the lenses white hide his furious dark blue eyes. His clean-shaved huge square jaw glorifies his already furious, tight-lipped frown under his big but pointed nose. At a short 5'6", the man is a solid 180 pounds of solid muscle. At 70-something, he looks merely 50, and can outrun a top sprinter. Just how he has achieved his physical accomplishments is a secret between him and Heaven.

"Vhat makes you think I'd let you go about gallivanting on your own?! Vhat do you know?!!"

"Papa, howLONGdo I have to study before you let me go abroad?"

"You vill end up like that poor Harker bastard! And, remember Mina?"

"You've told me that story 100 times..."

"VELL?! ONE HUNDVED N' VUN, THEN!!!"

"Ungchhhhhhh…." the fem facepalms his pale light mocha face in his soft feminine hand.

"As your vather, IFORBIDyou from leaving ziss premises. Are vee clear?!!!"

"Yah, papa."

"Because if you do, I vill BEAT you into the infirmary myself! I vill not see my only daughter..." The fem twists his lips in a critical expression. "...Meinson, get hurt! You are mein blood and you are a VAN HELSING! Vhat happened with Dracula was just a...a exorcism gone wrong. We are scholars with no equal, first and foremost! Not...n-n-not adventurers living a Penny Dreadful!!"(ancient comic books)

Van Helsing uses one bulging, biceped arm to drop a massive 50 pound book on a hard wooden and iron table, already looking like it's been puked on by a library. A stack of 30 big books rises as a sloppy pile on one side, and 76 form a bunch of neat and stacked "book skyscrapers" on the other. In pile, out pile. 76 more to go. Egypt, Transylvania, Voodoo, Hellfire Club, etc, etc, etc,.

"Aren't you going to a exorcism now?" the trap drolls in a soft and gentle German accent, looking his father up and down cynically.

"Nein." Van Helsing shoots his cuffs(throw your arms out to cause your suit coat's sleeves to straight out and unwrinkle), "I am headed to America. Florida, specifically, to look into ze possibili-tee of a humanoid-shaped fish that has been reported concerning the disappearances of several young ladies."

The man dons a wide-brimmed brown safari hat, totally clashing with his Dutch gentleman's suit. He picks up a long black cane with a silver handle in the shape of a Muslim crest. MultipleMagen David(the Jewish star)coat the base where the silver handle connects to the black shaft, and a steel cross forms the pointed "foot" of the cane. It actually is a hidden sword, silver, and with mystical stones set into the blade's center. He picks up a Koran, clasped shut by a pure silver lock fused into the book's iron cover with gold and diamond lettering.

"Remember what I said, Ganymede!!" he shouts, as the curly-haired blonde leans back in the chair, legs folded like a courtly woman. Foot bobbing up and down with annoyance. "Remembah tu du your exercyzees, do not become complacent! You are a Van Helsing!"

Ganymede Ungud Van Helsing sighs and gets up out the chair. He flips his long blonde curls behind his back and effortlessly does a backflip, landing perfectly on both feet. Abraham Van Helsing makes a slight smile, before shirking up his coat's collar and opening the door to exit into the rainy night.

"Guut. Guut! Yet, you should be vahster. I still feel ze wind from ze flip."

"Ya, ya. …uh...Papa?"

"Hm?"

"...I love you."

Van Helsing's stern grimace melts into a huge, warm smile. His heart positively glows through his huge grin. He grabs his daughter-like son in his massive, muscle-choked arms and kisses his milky-coffee colored forehead.

"Iloveyou, mein child. I am only hard on you because I care, and I vant you to be betzer zan me. I...I don't know vhat I'd do if I lost you. I just vant you to be better than me, zeh best in ze world! You are the most beautiful and valuable zing to me, more than even mein own life."

He kisses Ganymede on each cheek and picks him up off his feet with a loving squeeze. He then drops the curly blonde on his feet, and pats his shoulder.

"Vell, zat's enough of ze sappy sappy. I'm off to America. And beobee-DEE-ENT!"

"Ya, papa."

"Okay! Guten nacht, mein leipchin."

With that, the door shuts closed, and the thunder from the night's storm sings it's roar.

Ganymede sighs and pulls off his 1800's men's clothes, dressing in long baggy pants and a rather feminine outfit which he's always felt more comfortable in. He sits down, with a tall glass of brandy, looking at the stacks of books on the table. He sighs in exhaustion, just thinking about them. He then thinks about the gymnastics room in the basement, and all the exercises his father demands of him, a Van Helsing secret. He sighs harder. He gets up and looks at the baby picture of him and his father. He was namedGanymedeafter the Greek gay god, andUngudafter the transgender Rainbow serpent of the Koori people, who is associated with a erect penis.

Abraham Van Helsing always had a rather wild sense of humor, that would snap into a hard-walled sense of absolute seriousness.

He never bothered Ganymede about women either. To be honest, he didn't have much interest. None actually, other than to copy what attractive thing they may have had on occasion. He was more interested in the big, broad shouldered, strapping guys he'd seen working the American railroad one summer. A massive Chinese man, built like a bull on two legs, with his hair in a jet black bowl-cut, a body like a power lifting barrel-thrower, and a thick 8 inches that hung limp in his pants. Ohhh, how he fantasized about those massive yellow arms slamming him over a table, and seeing just how much orient express he could take in his rear car.

And maybe he did.

Maybe he got every inch deep. Maybe he got a Chinese cream pie. MAYBE.

But that's a story for another time.

A knock at the door signaled his best friend,Kasawan Sitchiwatcha, son of his father's friend during a zombie killing in Native Canada. Kasa's skin is the color of a dark chocolate bar, yet with a reddish hue. He has the shiniest thickest black silk for hair ran down to the middle of his back. His eyes are slanted, and his nose juts forth like a eagle's beak. His thick fat lips are bright pink, and he's often been mistaken for SE Asian, Siberian, or South American. But he's Algonquin.

He walks in smiling and closing a small umbrella above his head. He looked beautiful, but every move was an over-exaggeration of masculinity.

"Would you like a glass?" Ganymede smiles in his haughty accent, sipping from the glass.

"*GASP!*You can't dig into your father's stash!"Kas protests, walking into the doorway, and taking off his sopping wet clothes.

"He's not here to say"neeeiiiin,"now is he?" Gany smiles in a sing-song tone.

"But still!"

"So...hmmm, what'd we have?"

"Ughhhh...you're too hard headed." Kas sighs in a flat American accent, his people's original accent, actually. He pulls out a stack of papers folded in a booklet. Inside is a list of requests and payment offers. For unusual things, from exorcisms, to investigations, and beggings for help. Gany takes them and plops down in his father's plush chair, filtering through the various papers like a hyper librarian.

"You're dad will count-coupeon us(literally, to club or bust in the head), LITERALLY...AGAIN, if we do something like this!"

"He won't find out."

"He killed Dracula!!!"

"So? Dracula was a idiot. All lovesick and making mistakes left and right over some tea-tippingTHOT!"

"What? What's a thot?"

"Ahem!HACK!Sorry, some brandy went down the wrong pipe and I choked. I had said, some harlot."

"Right." says Kas, reading the date on the calendar.1907.

"Hmmm... Ooo, this one looks really interesting..."

"Gany...no."

"Aren't your people supposed to be BRAVES!?"

"A "Brave" is Plains Ind-dammit! That's a different country from Algonquin, Muskogee and….! ARGH!!! We're not just a bunch of tribes, but we had actual countries! And besides, a Brave is a soldier class,idiot!"

"IKNOWthat! But I got to rile you up SOME!"

"I should smack you!!!"

"Oh no you better don't do."

Ganymede scours the papers until his bright blonde eyebrows above his almond-shaped eyes in his light caramel face positively lit up with excitement and joy.

"Ah ha! Here's a good one! In the Turkish neighborhood!"

"What?"

"Akurtadam!Oh yesss…."

"Oh nooo..." Kas cowers, wrapping his red-chocolate arms around himself.

"Oh yes! A wolf man!"

"Wait, you mean a werewolf, don't you?"

"No! A werewolf is a person who can literally transform into a wolf, a regular wolf form. But they can still talk and think human. A wolf man, on the other hand is a big, 2 legged wolf...monster….man….thing."

"…….."

"Kind of…..arousing. In a sense..."

"Gany, look, it's probably just bull's shit."

"Won't know lest we try."

"Unnnhhh...."

The next morning, Ganymede sits nonchalantly on the floor of a small but warm and toasty British flat. His bubble applebottom rests caressed in a bright, silk blue pillow on a heavily carpeted floor as he sips Turkish tea with a Greek seasoning. A olive skinned woman with dark green eyes and nappy black hair and a massive thin triangle for a nose shows off her 100% pure ethnically Greek features. But culturally, she is Turkish. She tries to smile, though her puffy red face shows she's been crying.

Across from Gany sits a woman with skin the color of a Hershey bar. Her nose bridge slopes like an African, yet her face looks Middle Eastern. She could easily be mistaken for half African, half Middle Eastern. Or Yemeni. Her hair falls in thick black curls, and she wears a very hold head cloth that looks like something from the time of the Byzantine empire. She is pure ethnically Turkish.

"Mrs. Büyük, we are very saddened and heart broken to hear of your son." he says, as Kas stands next to him, brushing a lock of long black hair out of his reddish-chocolate face and from his black slanted eyes.

At the word "son," the Greek girl guffaws into sobs and runs out the room. Mrs. Büyük blinks and nods with a look of thanks.

"I am most blessed byTengri(the one, supreme Creator and G-D, same Individual as Father G'D and Allah)that the one and only Van Helsing has taken interest in my poor beloved son."

"Actually, we..." Kas raises his hand before Gany's elbow flashes out like a lightning strike, shocking him in the leg. "YAAAOOOOOWWW!!"

"Think nothing of it, good madam." Gany smiles, trying to cover up for what just happened.

"You won't..ki….*snfff!*...you w-w-won't...k-"

"Of course not! But, in order to exorcise him back into the light, can you tell us just under what causes he acquired this curse?"

"It began when he left to visit my brother back in our home village. The day after he returned, he started to go out all night long and not return for days. My dear daughter-in-law, Athina, has damaged her eyes from crying so much, can you not see? She thought he was fiddling with a mistress, so she and her friends trailed him one night. And they saw him begin to spin slowly in a ancient Turkish dance before he became like a gigantic wolf man hybrid and leapt into the forests!"

"May I ask your daughter-in-law?"

"She is too fragile. The Greeks, they are a very emotional, those sweet people, you know yes?"

"Well then, did she happen to tell whether he had any item, or items or unique….trinkets….on his person?"

"No. Nothing he had. He went into the dance of meditation and then, he transformed. I fear for my son!"

"We will do all we can to save him, Mrs. Büyük."

The two casually stroll down Berlin's brick streets, sometimes causing men to take a 3rdlook. The 2ndto see if they are two women in men's clothes or not. And the 3rdpurely to steal a lustful glance.

"So, we're getting silver bullets, wolf's bane, and holy water, right?" Kas frets, running his finger down the long feather earrings hanging from his ears.

"What the devil are you on about? Silver bullets?Bwahahahaha!Are we hunting vampyre?"

"Well, werewol-, I meanwolfman, right?"

"You can kill a werewolf with a well-placed frying pan to the back of the head. Even a strong, strapping lumberjack could strangle one to death. Where'd you ever get a "silver metal" idea? Heh, sounds like some fever dream by an American Yank. And holy water? Hah! Kurtadam are not evil, nor cursed! What would that accomplish? Hahaha! You attempting to bless him?"

"But you just said back ther-"

"If we do not earn the woman's trust, she may get mentally wrapped up in her own misbeliefs and fantasies, and then close us out from helping her family. Or potentially stoppinghimfrom getting hurt by ignorant vigilantes. And most importantly...we won't get famous or paid."

"Truly, you're a person who self-sacrifices for the good of humanity."

"I am.But I'm broke."

"But, you're fa-"

"Papa is stingy. And I want my own dispensable income. And don't you want some…." Gany's light mocha colored hand pulls and flops at the cheap-looking poofy collar around Kas's neck, "...wealth toUSE."

"How nice of you,MissVan Helsing." his slanted eyes glower a stab at his best friend.

"If I don't point it out, who will?"

"ANYWAY..." Kas slaps Gany's hand away, in the gayest way possible. "...so what's the plan?"

"We strike out tonight, thanks to these directions given us. But we prepare now!"

"Unhhh...Euww...isn't that….y'know….out in the woodlands and wilderness. With dirt. And insects?"

"JEEZ, I thought you were a Brave. Don't you want to impress the ladies fair?"

"I'M A TWO-SPIRIT, DAMN IT!! I AM THE LADY FA-...WAIT A MINUTE! A BRAV-….okay, Ganymede. I see what you're doing. I'm telling Dr. Van Helsing on you when he returns."

Kas sticks his tongue out at his best friend.

All that day, Gany and Kas spend their day in Van Helsing's lab, preparing gaseous bombs and loading a long range dart gun with heavy sleeping darts. Both native traditional from South America, and a loaded hunting rifle wielded by Kas. They wear thick padded vests, and pack very iconic symbols of the religion of Tengriism, before heading out to the woods.

That evening, the two, dressed in comfortable clothing of the 1900's, and carrying briefcases, take a carriage out to the woodlands, and follow a map drawn by Gany himself.

They stake out under the dark orange and red sky, awaiting their chance.

But the evening turns to night without even so much as a sound. Kas puts the safety on his rifle, shaking his head at Gany for the blowdart gun for the 11thtime tonight.

"I have to make water."

"Tinkle."

"WHAT?"

"It's less...disgusting-sounding."

"Fine, whatever. I have to make water!" Kas sneers, laying his rifle down in the hunter's tent and stepping out into the now pitch-black forests of Amsterdam. The First Nations beauty finds a wide, concealing tree far off from the hunter's tent, and fiddles with his pants until yanking open his fly to let out his plump little black cock. He flips his long black hair down his back and leans back, sighing with intense relief and looking up to the black night's moon glowing in the sky.

He closes his eyes with long black eyelashes and stretches his cramped body after sitting for so long, waiting and playing bridge for the umpteenth time tonight. Contrary to stereotypes Kas had no clue about forests, or hiking, or nature, or any of that stuff really. His mom was a panhandler and a jewelry maker back in Dakota, who bought her way to England, and then moved to Amsterdam. He knew all about jewelry and precious metals. And fashion. But nothing about nature, or dances, or mystical anything. He fiddled with his pants, accidentally sending them falling to the ground without underwear. Kas hated underwear. They were constricting, too tight, and just...his mom always said they were unhygienic in hot or humid areas. And clean people can wear pants and keep them clean without needing undergarments.

"Uch!" he moaned, feeling a drop of rain splat on his forehead. He jiggled his tiny black cock, trying to hurry up before the light drops started falling heavy and drenching him. He hated being wet.

Another drop spilt on his neck. He tried to hurry, but all the damned tea over so many hours was running right through him. The drop of fresh Fall rain water slid down his neck thickly and left a thick, slick trail of fresh warm summer rain…..water…..wait a minute.

He looked down to hold his cock and make sure not to spill anything on his fallen pants, leaving his reddish-chocolate bare ass out in the air. He touched the rain drip on his neck to see it was too thick to be ordinary water. He pinched the water between his pale fingertips, seeing a thread of liquid web out as his fingers spread apart.

That's not water. That's saliva. Or slime.What IS THAT?!

Another warm drop went*plunkt!*right on the top of his head, right in the beautiful part down the center of his thick, silky black hair.

Kas slowly leaned back and looked up at the sky. A massive wolf face stared down back at him. Like a plain, close-mouthed black and brown wolf. Except, he silently licked his long nose and ran his tongue down his black snout, swallowing and dripping drool. Like a hound dog staring at a steak.

Kas swallowed hard and felt his stream of pee slowly close off as his cock shriveled against his trimmed black pubes. His slanted black eyes bulged wide into the light brown dog eyes. A Turkish necklace, more like something Armenian-like, dangled around the monster's neck.

"Uhm…."

A huge, deep sniffing inhale along his hair was followed a deep and fast series of "HNNFF! HNF-HNF-SSNF!-NHF-HNF! FFFFFHHH!" like a dog smelling a stranger. Or a piece of meat. Again, it licked it's nose and swallowed deep. A slight whine mumbled, like hearing a bear groan under it's breath.

"…..Gany…..help….?" Kas said as slow and calm as he could. The wolf's ears perked higher, and it's movements got a little closer.

"...GANYMEDE VAN HELSING…...PLEASE…..HELP….I THINK I FOUND HIM..." Kas let out long, low and slow. He was too afraid to move.

"Don't move." whispered a familiar voice. "You tinkled on his favorite tree."

"I don't wanna die….."

"He's a Kurtadam. He's not evil, but...he's just psychologically somewhere between a man and a dog."

"Thanks….that truly helps…."

"I know, I'm awesome. Now….hold your breath…."

"???!!!!"

A sudden sound of movement in the tree top caused the dog man to spin into a heavy and loud flash of movement, swinging a massive piece of lumber like a club. A stopped-up bottle filled with power and fluid spun in the opposite direction, smashing far into the distance and sending smoky mist clouds of sleep gas up into the air. The dog man stood up to a full 7 feet, and aggressively barked upwards at something in the tree tops above.

Kas squatted down into a sitting position, clapping his hands over his ears, and almost crying from fear. Also, he was outraged Ganymede was in the tree he was peeing on. How did he get there so fast? How long had he even been there?

"Bloody fucking swell." Gany hissed, seeing his only bottle of sleep gas fling away, batted like a baseball. The others were still in the tent in the distance. The wolf man barked several more loud, growling aggressive barks. Like a hound who's treed a squirrel.

The claws on that bastard rivaled a bear's, on muscular powerful hands identical to a gorilla's. It stood over the squattingFirst Nationsfemboy, sobbing in fear.

"Okay, okay, whatta I do...whatta I do…." his almond-shaped blue eyes twitched in thought. He whipped a heavy chunk of stone far into the distance, causing the dog man to drop on all four's, well 3's since he was intent to carry his branch of a club, and lope into the distance. Ganymede dropped down from the tree, almost on his feet like a ballerina, but flopping flat on his ass. Kas jerked his pants up and dashed to where his friend seemingly "breakdanced" up to his feet.

"W-w-w-we gotta g-g-g-g-et….what did you just do?!"

"Don't worry about it. C'mon! You head back to the tent, get me the blowgun and 3 bottles of the gas mixture, I'm going to be right there in the bushes to distract him so you're safe!"

"But w-w-we go-"

"SHUT UP! GO!!!"

Kas dashes in one direction while Gany hurries stealthily to the bush without making a sound.

It's quiet. Good.

He tosses a stone at the tree and waits for the kurtadam to return.

*BONK!!!*

He waits.

Waits.

Waits.

Nothing.

Then he feels his long Shirley Temple curls blow and move by a huge bear-like nose sniffing him from behind. He shuts his eyes in a mix of fear and being royally pissed off.

"Sneaky bastard..."

He then dashes forward, only to feel the iron-like grip and bear claws lock into his pants and coat, ripping them loudly. He ducks down fast, feeling a heavyHWOOOMPHFof the log miss his skull by inches. He jerks out of his coat and partly out of his shirt, kicking off his pants and finally getting free.

Gany rolls through the leaves of the pitch black forest, only illuminated by the moon, now in nothing but half falling lacy panties and a torn white fluffy shirt. His nipples stand up in the coolness of the night. He sees the wolf man's eyes glare as it's huge brown nose sniffs his clothes, and a rope of drool runs down the black furry chin.

Then Ganymede remembers the old photo of Mrs. Büyük's son. He looked like a massive caramel-skinned titan, in nothing but skin-tight leotards while holding above his head a barbell with rounded weights on the end. Huge muscular arms and thighs, a barrel chest, and a round and uncut but hard and powerful stomach. In this form, the body was covered in black and brown fur, and the legs looked like a bear's, hands like a clawed gorilla, and a giant wolf head. He sniffed Ganymede's shirt again, as if absolutely lost in it. And the more he sniffed, the more he drooled. He ran his tongue over his snout and drooled even more now, swallowing hard and dropping his club and now loping towards the caramel-skinned blonde on two legs.

"Scheit….scheit..." Ganymede gasps, turning to run in the other direction. He hears the massive dog with nothing but a necklace and Turkish earrings, keeping pace behind him. A loud, bellowing bark sends his adrenaline into overdrive, and he zooms across the forest in nothing but a shirt and lacy pink panties.

He forgets himself, like his father told him to always keep your cool, and he starts to panic as he tears through the thick German forest. Branches, briars, and bushes jerk and snag at him, as his hairless knees get muddy and dirty and his panties tear.

Gany falls on his knees and hands, pouring sweat and gasping for breath, believing he finally got away. Until he feels the massive monster jump on top of him. His eyes bulge as he looks on either side, seeing the huge furry arms with their claws dug into the soil. He feels the boiling hot furry inner thighs pressed against the outside of his naked thighs.

And a hot, wet fleshy arrow poking at his naked rear. The huge wet brown nose sniffs and snorts in his thick blonde curls, only urging the red arrow to bulge bigger and bigger.

In that moment, the young Van Helsing realizes something important.

"Pheromones..." he whispers to himself. "He smells my pheromones...it's driving him to breed….but aren't I male?"

Though male, his pheromones and looks scream female. Maybe he should use this to his advantage. His huge pink lips spread into a sly smile, and he arches his brown back, raising his bubbly smooth ass up and juts the monster hard in the stomach. A low growl utters from the huge bear-sized snout pressed into the back of his head, still sniffing.

Gany smiles and growls a challenge back, spreading his thighs apart and jutting his ass again. The message is universal: "Put up or shut up."

So the kurtadamputs up.

The hot, hard gorilla hands with claws grip hard and slightly painful onto Gany. But it's that hard and tight squeeze that only makes the lust explode even higher. The kind you wish was tighter. He feels the pointed head slip between his cheeks and push hard against his shut sphinchter. It drips and drools slick, slippery fluids all over.

Gany closes his eyes and rolls his head back, letting himself get lost in this moment. He knew how the kurtadam transformed through using meditation and focus to push themselves into the wolf man form. But now, he wanted to do the opposite. He wanted to swim through the ocean of naked shameless lust and feeling, and indulge like a glutton at the banquet table of perversity.

He gently pushed back and opened his legs, feeling the massive dog cock pop inside and stretch out his anus, now clenching tightly around the pink shaft.

"Unnhhhhhhhh………….." he gasps, gently and greedily pushing backward and walking backwards on his hands and knees, force-feeding the cock inside himself, not even giving the wolf man a chance to push. The huge dog drools all over his naked brown back, and rivers of it run down the back of his neck and off his shoulders onto the ground. He rolls his small blonde head against the huge, massive barrel pecs of fur and heat, feeling them flex as the wolf man grips him hard and holds him still to push deeper.

Gany feels like a true bitch right now. He imagines that massive Turkish man holding the huge weight up in the air, and knows that titan of powerlifting is now crushing his masculine dominance inside, sending crashing ocean waves of femininity to surge through the Van Helsing's body. He growls long and low, trying to urge the wolf man to take him more savagely. He feels the huge pink dick pressing and rolling against his prostate, filling his taint with a glowing surge of heat and feelings. Urging, begging, teasing him to cum, without ever touching his own cock. Gany's long thin cock drools precum dollops in the dirt, because he's getting more and more excited by knowing he's digging his own fingers like hooks into the soil, his back is covered in wolf man's mating season drool, he's filled to the brim with ultra male cock, and his knees are covered in leaves and mud. He's a true bitch, and he's lost in the pleasure of it.

The kurtadam hunches up on top of him, grabbing him by the upper arms and punching his hips forward against his bitch. The huge furry balls slap hard into Gany's tiny drawn up chocolate ones. It hurt a little bit. It hurt so good. So damned good. He arches his back higher, and spreads his thighs wider, hoping for his dom's wolf man nuts to slam him again, before they empty their breeding season's greetings inside his bitch belly.

"Fucking make me your bitchhhrrrrrrrrr…."he growls, slamming his head hard into the fur-covered chest. In response, he's gripped harder, and the massive mouth bites gently on the back of his neck. He feels bear-sized canines grip into his flesh, and a jaw strength able to crush his skull in one snap, gently lock him into position. He feels his face shoved down to the ground, and his neck locked between this wolf man's fangs. Not just ANY wolf man, but a powerlifter wolf man. A wolf man who could kick other wolf man's asses.FUCKING….Ggrrrrrrr….yesssssssssss….!

Gany's shoulders plow into the soil, his palms by his hunched up knees. His face is on the ground, his ass in the air, his arms on the ground too. He feels his sire position for better penetration and thrusting, and he tries to encourage it by wiggling his ass and clenching down on the cock teasingly. The hot humid breath wets his long blonde curls, as he squeals and gasps from the now oncoming deep and short thrusts.

They begin to speed up, but short, curt, deep and hard. Like a dog mating. One massive claw holds him in place, it's hot plam against his flat soft chest. The thrusts get deeper, faster. His blue eyes roll into his head and he bites his lip, screaming a throat-contained growl from the oncoming orgasm slowly tornadoing out of control through his taint.

"BLOODY FUCKINGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he lets loose, shuddering and spasming. He shrieks a blood-curdling scream when jets of his own cum splatter and stream across his own belly, soaking his chest and the ground. He gasps, feeling like the button to make him cum that was just pressed is slowly being pushed down again. When he's extremely turned on, he can have multiple orgasms. Rarely, very rarely, but here it goes.

"FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!! C'MOOONNNNNRRRR!!!" he screams. The obedient kurtadam shoves his face into the ground and clenches his jaws around the small, slender neck, slightly choking his new bitch as his own orgasm begins. Gany feels the long thick dick begin expanding inside him. It hurts like nobody's business. It hurts so much that he slams his head against the furry chest. But he smiles and shoves his ass up and backwards, because the knotting dick squeezes his prostate like a lemon, snapping him into another spine-breaking orgasm.

"AAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" he screams, locking down on the knotted cock and spasming in the dirt. He licks his lips and gasps femininely the moment he feels long, hot milky jets of wolf man sperm pour deep into his deepest depths. The warm long jets keep spraying and splashing deep inside. Gany pretends he has a womb and is getting knocked up, for the sake of cumming a 3rdtime. "KNOCK ME!!!" he screams, clawing his long white fingernails into the wolf man's massive biceps, and cumming for a 4thtime.

The huge kurtadam relaxes his jaw pressure and gasps hard, relaxing. He tries to pull back, but he can't. Their knotted together. The pain in Gany's ass begins to go away, but a rising cum is coming again. It's like taking the thickest butt plug one can, with a oversensitive prostate and the ability to cum too easy. He gasps loud and long, cumming again. The leaves and mud under his belly are completely frosted by the fem's cum. He collapses into the dirt, gasping for breath, feeling his sire still knotted inside him. The beast's breathing begins to change, and his body begins to soften and relax.

He falls asleep on top of Gany, and begins to slowly start changing.

By the time Kas slinks through the bushes with a belt full of filled old wine bottles and a blow dart gun, he finds a massive caramel skinned musclebound man laying sleep on top of Ganymede Van Helsing. A loud sloppy shlpp sound signals the now-human cock popping out of the ball-draining ass. A long white river of cum jettisons forth and splatters the small, bubbly caramel buttocks, like frosting splattered across 2 cinnamon buns. Gany sighs, looking like he's just ran a marathon, and crawls out from under the 270 pound muscle man. He stands up awkwardly, and let's loose a barely-audible fart. But it sounds more like a pop. Rivers of white cum stream and run down his inner thighs, like white frosting poured down a caramel woman's long naked legs. He shakes the leaves out of his curls and looks judgingly up at Kas.

"So...hanh...unh...heheh...what took you so long?"

That morning, Mrs. Büyük joyfully kissed and hug the two adventurers, handing them a sack of glittering trinkets, some money, and a chest filled with gifts. She then kissed them both even more in thanks, after her daughter-in-law laid hugs and kisses upon them. The entire house laid praises as they hurried to tend to the unconscious son in the bed.

"Oh, Dr. Van Helsing, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing my son back to me!!!"

Gany's thick pink lips moisten and he smiles sweetly.

"It was my pleasure."

"I'll say..." Kas rolls his eyes.

"May I ask, doctor, how did you remove the curse from my son? It must have really exhausted him...he's usually strong enough to never be that tired. What is all that dried white stuff all over his chest and neck? Medicine? Should I leave it there, doctor?"

"Ummm..."

Kas bugs his eyes at Ganymede sarcastically.

"You can wash it off...it's...excess...medicine,from the exorcism ritual. YA!"

"Ohhhh! I see you walk a little oddly today, doctor..."

"Yes..." Kas snidely smiles, "The doctor had to fit A LOT of equipment for the exorcism."

"Really?! What happened?"

"Oh...it, uh..." Gany glares back at Kas, "...it requires so much difficult lecture that I'm afraid I'd bore and irritate you."

"You really RODE him through the "exorcism," eh doctor?"

A elbow stabs into Kas's ribs, making him let loose a "YAAAAOOOWWW!!!" Mrs. Büyük looks confused, and Gany smiles at her with a "let-me-explain" sweet manner.

"It's a odd custom from among his people. In America."

"Ohhhh..." she smiles uncomfortably. "It looks so painful."

"You have no idea. The more he speakstoo much, he more herequiresone."

"Rrrr..."

"Well, let us not tarry any longer. If you...eh, have any more problems with your...big...son, please let us know."

As the two left out and hailed down a carriage, Kas spoke up snidely. "So, you're not going to tell her you were his bitch until he transformed back to normal. And then you stroked him erect again, and rode him until he came all the "wolf season" out and all inside you?"

"No, I'd never tell her that."

"So, riding a big muscled lumberjack type jock until he cums inside you is...a exorcism? ...really, Gany..."

"Look! First of all, she's superstitious and may think by him creampieing me, that I than contract a curse. Which isn't a curse anyway. But after I got finished with him, I doubt he'll be able to transform again for a very long time."

"So...asexorcism?"

"Well...it wasn't a exorcism, really. More like...draining.While enjoyingmyself."

"Fucking a monster back into a man. That's a first."

"Not so, my dear Kasawan. It's one of the oldest forms of magics in the science of mysticism and majicks."

"You said "magics" twice... nevermi- H-How many times did youhaveto drain him?"

"Only twice."

"Then why did you ride him at least 4 times? And squirt all over his chest and neck?"

"Well...I couldn't let a perfectly good wolf man go to waste, now could I?"


Sometimes They Cum Back

Kasawan Sitchiwatcha strokes his long double black braids while sitting leaned back in a comfortable wooden chair. His mother stands on the main from floor of a auditorium-like small lecture hall, as a black man dressed in fine English clothing writes on the chalkboard, casually professing names, dates, figures and beliefs, all in fluent German.

The circle of seats surrounding them are filled with Dutch and Austrian collegiates interested in anthropology and cultures. The actual speaker of the house, a German professor, sits on the side whilecompletely enraptured by what's going on.

The black man, Kasawan's step-father, a former slave escaped from America to Canada via the underground railroad as a child, and having grown up with the Natives, not only explains in his Canadian accent every intricate little detail of what the lovely dark skinned First Nations woman is doing, but also translates what she says to him.

They're explaining the role and place of proper functioning and fully organized religion in North America before colonialism, and the place of religious items and elements. Right now, they explain the strict and orderly scriptures, all kept through intense oral historians, of Monotheism and it's clash with Christendom, who theSweet Medicinites saw as Tritheists. And other things, like "Water Panther," and blah blah blah blah.

Kas stopped paying attention 30 minutes ago.

He hates these lectures. He grew up with his step-father, the only man he's ever known as "dad," while only hearing of his biological father, but never seeing the man. Apparently, the guy was a jerk, like some people in any ethnicity or community on Earth can be. And his mother, with a newborn, moved on to greener and happier pastures. Despite a happy family, Kas got so sick of her telling him in Algonquin: "Why not support your parents as we lecture? Your daddy has a great job lecturing and teaching in the university, and you can become a fine professor in your own right."

((Me? A professor?))he thinks.((Shhhit...))

Who in the hell wants to sit here in a stuffy university for an hour, listening to your folks drone on and on and on? About old crap?

Okay, so maybe it wasn't crap. But it wasold. But he knew the real reason she was always making him stay in on these lectures. She didn't want him gallivanting around with Ganymede Van Helsing. She wanted him to settle with a decent guy, primarily someone from America or Canada. Become a wife, in the old 2-spirit way. But become a professor too, sort of in a new way. She called Ganymede a spoiled whore.

Mom was wrong...Ganymede wasn't a whore!He's just...well...just...y'know...uh...mischievous? YES!Mischievous. That's all. Why, he was the son of the one and only Abraham Van Helsing! Greatest specialist in diseases and uncommon sciences in theentire world. Feh, she didn't want Kas involved in exorcising anything either. Unless it involved a paycheck and a heft reputation as a respectable specialist.

"Welllll now, lookee there." his dad claps his hands, "Looks like we ran clear over the half hour mark past the lecture's end time." Mr. Odouquiano smiles in a thick Canadian accent and looks at the hosting professor. "But, I am very very thankful all of you have just been so damned thrilled with the subject matter."

His American way of speaking just seemed so foreign here. But exciting nonetheless.

Mrs. Odouquiano, A.K.A.Matoaka Sitchiwatcha, smiles lovingly, then nods respectfully to the entire auditorium. The students all blink, as if having just had a movie turned off on them in the middle of watching it, then suddenly break into a hearty table thrumming and applause. Kas joyfully takes the cue to stand up and take a bow beside his dad, while whispering in English "Thank heavens. You're both so damn long winded. Euhhh..."

"Real classy there, Kas.Reeaaalllclassy." Mr. Odouquiano grits through a smile. The Dutch professor, Dr. Sunlittner, applauds joyfully, himself lost in the lecture.

After the classroom had cleared out and the professor pleaded to get them to return every day for the next week, they cleaned up their items and notes quietly. Kas looked at the clock and hurriedly undid his braids before shuffling his long slick black hair up into a bun.

"Where are you hurrying?" his mom says in that usual low,I-don't-know-what's-going-oninnocent tone. It's a trap, so you feel comfortable enough to spill. She knows. But it's what moms do, isn't it? It means she's about to start some shit.

"Let him go, Matty." mumbles his dad in Algonquin. "You can't keep someone clamped under your arm every day, all day. It's a big beautiful world out there."

"Running off with that stinking little Van Helsing floosie, that's what's going on. Can't fool me."

"Matty, that's not..."

"Didn't you just get sassed? See? See?! That's all the Amsterdam hussy's influence! And where is the mother-figure for that bad seed?"

"Thanks daddy!" Kas says in that sweet little kid voice, making his dad melt like a easily played fiddle. But mom? She was on to him now. So, you know...daddy's "girl." Kinda. He dashed out the room, pretending he didn't hear her yell: "He DIDN'T say youcould go! You get back here!!! Damn it, Mwodah, this IS YOUR FAULT!"

"Honey pie, listen, it's no-"

"DON'T YOU"HONEY PIE"ME!"

Kas scurries home to get his smoking blends: American tobacco. Gany had been given a phonograph for his birthday, and honestly, Kas couldn't get enough of it. It seems like brand new media inventions just seem to keep spilling out every year. But a phonograph? That's...that's some wild shit! Why, Kas could just sit there and listen to it ALLLL day. They danced away the night 2 nights ago, and he was aching to do it again. Or maybe, go see the new ape in the zoo. He'd heard of apes, but never seen one. He was dying to see what a "ape" looks like. A real one, not those ink sketches. Were they really 8 foot tall man-eating monsters?

He hurries to the Van Helsing residence and knocked on the thick, wooden door.

Nothing.

He rung the bell.

After a annoying 2 minutes, the door opens to show a sweat-drenched Ganymede Van Helsing in a leotard, like a ballerina without the tutu. His blonde curls hang down in straight, but thick and dense locks draping his caramel neck and face. His one piece is damp, revealing his flat belly and perking nipples.

"Took you long enough." he says in a side-smile, turning around and ballerina-walking on tip-toes back into the house. Kas rolls his eyes and steps inside, closing the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I might be doing something perverse! Don't you see all this perspiration?" he giggles, cartwheeling along as if it's nothing.

"Will you stop that bull's shit and stand still!"

"Bull's shit….? Heehee, you yanks have the most peculiar terminology!"

"Are you dancing? WITHOUT meee?!"

"Nein, not dancing." he flips up to his feet and whips his head, sending his long blonde hair out of his face. "Just doing my exercises. Or else papa will be sooo mad."

"You're obeying your daddy?!" Kas gasps, laying his palm over his friend's sopping-wet forehead, trying to see if he has a fever. "Either you're sick or in a great mood."

He follows Gany downstairs in the house's basement, which has been turned into a massive exercise room. Like something a strong man from 1898 would enjoy. The phonograph loudly blasts a Beethoven tune, perfect for some hard core aggressive exercising.

"You know, war drum music is more aggressive... Better for exercising, dancing, hard-breathing things."

"Maybe overthere.But my dear Kasawan, it is eversoooouncouth. Ew."

"You know, the music from Mali sounds like yankee blues from the delta, right?"

"Pshhh! Yeah, right. Mali has nothing to do with yankee anything. And besides, what'd YOU know about Mali?"

"I've been!" Lying his ass off. But...well...dignity.

Gany hangs upside down from gymnastic rings, his soft and feminine yet hourglass shaped body perfectly balances himself on his own power. He flips and spins in the mid-air, tucked and rolling, until landing perfectly on his feet in a T formation.

Kas smiles, having seen it all before. "No wind or sound this time. You've really improved!" he claps his top four fingers into his pale palm with a light and fasttappy-tap-tapapplause. Gany relaxes, looking down at his perky chest and jiggling his buds. "Gynomastia...look at it..." he says nonchalantly.

"Gynomuh-what?"

"Gynomastia, male breasts. Comes from a testosterone deficiency, or too much estrogen. But I'm a little weird. I naturally have been just...girly from birth. Like you."

"Go wash! You smell like sweat, Earl Grey tea, and bitchiness."

"UGH! Rude yankee whore."

Kas dances by himself in the library, as if holding a bigger leading dancer. He imagines a big, strapping buck from maybe Virginia, or Toronto, holding him in a ballroom dance, and saying "You're my girl. You're mine, my beloved. My wife..."

The phonograph sings scratchily. Gany walks in, fiddling with his new set of dry clothes.

"You really are obsessed with that thing, yah?"

"Noo….I just….I appreciate the musical arts is all. You have all these goodies at your disposal, and I wonder, d'you even appreciate them?"

"But of course, my dear Kasawan. I am a lady of refined taste."

"With a penis."

"And more charm and beauty than those vaginal hogs slopping the streets, can you disprove THAT claim?"

"Heheh, I can NOT, my dear Ganymede." Kasawan curtsies in a British fashion with a crossed leg and holding up the ends of his long shirt.

"Well, I've taken upon myself to gather and prepare a bunch of your clothes."

"I thought you said you were taking them to be tailored."

"I did, spared no expense thanks to Mr. Holmwood, Lord of Godalming. But I'm afraid that now, we can no longer socialize pettily, for my carriage awaits! There is a east-heading train to catch."

"WAIT! WHAT?!?!"

"Yah, yah! Look, we made at least $450 worth of goods, and a slowly rising local fame to last week's little exorcism. So why not continue to cash in! Fortune waits for nobody, you must cling upon it, like a cat on zeh canary!"

"WAIT! …………..WHAT?!"

"Look!" Ganymede hands him a torn piece of newspaper before ballerina-ing away back upstairs to get the bags. Kasawan's dark chocolate face goes pale when he looks down at the paper.

[Four disappear inexplicably in Russian Georgia around ancient burial site, including governor's nephew. Governor of the area offers hefty bounty to anyone with clues or connections that may help retrieve nephew and find the cause.]

"THIS IS IN GEORGIA!IN RUSSIA!ARE YOUCRAZY?!"

"What's wrong with a little travel?"

"ALITTLE?!?!?!"

"I've already written the baron of the area, and he's already paid for train, travel, all expenses met! Can you believe he's THAT desperate?"

"YES! YES, YES, I can believehe'sthat desperate! What I CAN NOT believe is thatyouhave the unmitigated gall to j-j-just sign your stupid ass away to go all the way to the Russian empire on a whim!WITH YOUR DADDY OUT OF COUNTRY!!!An-an-and...all by your damn self?!"

"Ohh, you KNOWWW better than most that I am not that foolhardy, my dear Kasawan..." Gany hoists some heavy things as the sound of him walking while loaded down with items trembles from up the narrow hall of the going-up stairway. "A Dutch young 20-something alone in Russia? Tis not too wise."

"Well, finally. SOME common sense. I had the thought your crazy ass had gone 'n' don-"

"Why else would I sign you up to come along with me?"

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!"

"Yah! Excited?!"

"YOU NAPPY BLONDE BITCH!!!"

"You yankees and that silly euphemistic tongue! Tee hee hee!"

"I….I…...I CAN'T JUST WHISK AWAY WITH YOUR DUMB ASS TO RUSSIA!!!!"

"You'll never get anywhere in life saying"can't,"my dear squaw."

"MY MOM'S GONNA MURDER ME! AND THEN, MY DAD'S GONNA MURDER ME! AND THEN MY MOM WILL MURDER MY DAD FOR NOT MURDERING ME ENOUGH!!!"

"All this talk of murder and bloodshed...euch."

Ganymede comes flying leaping down the long flight of stairs, covered in bags and suitcases, landing silently on the bottom floor like a bag covered ballerina. He then smiles beautifully, before stumbling backwards and landing with a loud*KA-LUMPH!*on his bubbly ass.

"YOWWW!…. still a touch stretchy from the wolf man."

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?!?!?"

"Yes, and it only impounds upon me just how savage and bloodthirsty the North American lands must be. Heaven's mercy, no wonder the coloreds fled so feverishly, what manner of sane man could ever stand against a gore-infested menagerie of Europeans like that?"

"…………………wh…………w...WHAT?…………..I……...I don't know whether to be insulted or complimented…."

"Well, when in doubt, take the more positive choice. Now, I've gone through ALL the trouble to have all your personal effects and such in order..." he dumps a load of cases and bags near Kasawan's feet.

"...and we should probably be getting out soon."

A knock on the door heralds the arrival of the carriage, the driver calls through the door for Van Helsing and Sitichiwatcha.

"BUT MY PARENTS!!!"

"It's your own fault, you should've made your vacation preparations earlier today."

"HOW WAS I……..BUT YOU JU-……...….youuuuuuuuuuuu." Kas's chocolate fingers claw the air around Gany's graceful caramel neck, long white fingernails wanting to dig into the soft hairless flesh. Gany gayly slaps his hands away as if waving off a annoying moth.

"I got you a fresh barber blade as well. Wouldn't want to get stubbly, that's just unladylike."

"I…..WHAT?!?!……….Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"Yah!Me!I am all ze reason for all ze men's lusting rages! Now, come come. We can't tarry!"

"I'm not going!!!"

"Well, do you intend to pay back for the empty seat?"

"My father can affor-"

Gany shows him the bill.

"You...mother fucker."

"Eh...more like son-fucker, actually. Husband fucker? Sadly, yes. ...well, I'm sure I was the best lay of his life, but that's not the matter at hand."

He grabs open the door, and a straight carriage driver, shocked at his own gay attraction for who answers the door, takes his hat off and bows.

"Evening, good frau. Er...I mean...….Mei...meister? Meister..."

"Frauleins.Danke."

"Ya….uh, ya, ….we have to go immediately."

"Gut! Kas? Come come!"

"You…y…." Kas struggles to hoist up his bags and wander to carriage, trying to figure what he's going to say to his mom, and just how he'll survive his return home. IF he survives whatever they hell they're off to.

The train trip was surprisingly fast. Faster than Kas ever expected. Gany seemed rather bored, indulging himself on foreign wines, and….maybe….well….indulging on the step-son of a Dutch worker on the car. The young fellow at a mere 24 years, was easily 6 foot 4 inches tall, and built like a rugby player, strong as a bull, and as gentle as a lamb. Of course, Gany couldn't resist...corrupting such a quiet and studious young man. And while learning of the beauty of South Africa and about the ways of his Boer step-father, Gany decided to teach his newfound friend about...what being deepthroated feels like.

Trying to read your favorite book while your friend bounces up and down in a lap can be kind of...a hinderance to focusing on the pleasures of reading.

When the train stopped in the Russian empire's western border, along the edges of Georgia, Gany stepped out of the bathroom, licking what looked like honey glaze off his lips.

"I told you to leave the sticky buns alone before they make you fat." frowns Kas, awkwarding down the exit ramp.

"Sticky buns? ….ohhhh...yah, yah….STICKY BUNS. Heheheheh...very sweet, salty und sticky…."

"You're incorrigible!"

"I am not! I'm just...LEARNING about other cultures and peoples! I'm becoming WORLDLY. Well traveled and open minded to the world around me..."

As they exit the train and walk along the way, looking for the baron's carriage to pick them up, Kas leans into the long waterfall of blonde curls and whispers into the pretty brown ear. "So, fucking a Boer train chef's step son is becoming educated on a culture? REALLY now…."

"IT IS! I learned new facts..."

"LIKE WHAT?"

"Like…….well…….maybe I like a curved 6 inches better than a straight 10. But see, it's still GROWTH of experience."

"Sweet merciful…." Kas shakes his head.

A gilded and beautiful expensive carriage in the Georgian Russian fashion sat idly as a man held up a sign in German that read Van Helsing Sitichiwatcha.

"Ah! Our carriage awaits, my dear timid and scary lady..." Gany snickers at how timid and scared Kas is.

"Then let us not tarry, my beloved harlot..." he hisses under his breath.

"What?"

"Nuthin'."

After a long ride, the two arrived at a magnificent Russian manor, only to be greeted by servants who hurriedly took their bags and whisked them away inside. The lord of the manor was a olive-skinned (greyish-yellow hued) man with thick black eyebrows, curly black and blonde hair, a huge triangular nose, deep green eyes, and a massive greying handlebar mustache.

"He's ethnically Greek!" Gany whispers.

"SHUT.UP." Kas elbows him.

The man pours 3 glasses of vodka, smiling gently, and speaking in a Russian-accent choked German.

"The one and only Dr. Van Helsing, killer of the Romanian vampyre count?! I am….I am speechless, and...I…...forgive me, I am star struck."

Kas blushes hard, laying his braids down (honestly very attracted to such a strikingly handsome man), but prepares the bad news.

"My dear gracious, most handsome sir..." he bows, preparing.

"Thank you!" Gany breaks in, "...you mean the vampyre Dracula? Who attempted to masquerade and be associated with the great Christian hero, Vlad Tepes? I could never let a fiend like that get away with his deeds, let alone attempt to besmirch a Romanian hero's name."

"OH MY-" Kas looks up.

"This is my beloved good friend, Kasawan Sitchiwatcha! A specialist in exorcisms, mysticism, theological science, as well as the science of the supernatural. Perhaps you may know him better by his American stage name, Quincy Morris. The man who aided in Dracula's slaying?"

"WWWWWAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTT!!!" Kas hisses in a whisper.

"Oh wow...I thought the American had been...eh, slayed himself. It...it is a absolute honor!" the baron hugs Kas hard, kissing each cheek. A light giggle echoes out of the fem, as he pulls his shirt down, trying to hide his now rock hard and bulging 8 inches. He tries to think up a excuse for the big, strong, mature arms of that man to grip him again, and feel those hard masculine lips just...just...just TAKE his face. No, no….NO. MANNERS….MANNERS.

The baron does the same to Ganymede. Gany grabs his face and kisses him hard on the lips with a burning lust. The man's eyes bulge and his thick square handsome eyebrows raise in confusion. When Gany lets him go, he catches his breath, and rubs his ringed hand through his thick curly hair.

"Uhh….uh….Dr. Van Helsing, I..."

"It is a Dutch custom. But mainly among the higher class as a means of showing trust and respect. Also, it is only proper to kiss...the...uh….the NECKS of a visitor. For Americans."

The baron smiles, with a look of embarrassment.

"I am so sorry, I am not used to your western ways, heh..." He lightly kisses the side of Gany's neck, only causing him to flutter his eyelashes and smile at the pleasure. He then grabs the hands of Kas and quickly smooches each side of the dark chocolate colored neck, making the American absolutely melt and embarrasingly gasp loudly with lust.

"Eh...enough with the pleasantries. No disrespect meant." the baron smiles, handing out glasses of vodka. "But...I am...I am rended by grief and worry over my dear nephew. I have beseeched the police, the guard, everyone. And those who would dare search the abandoned kurgans, as few and far between as they are, have turned up nothing. Most refuse even a small fortune just to go looking."

"Kurgans, you say? As in, the ancient burial mounds?"

"Yes. My nephew wished to become a anthropologist and study the very oldest sites in our land. Starting with the most unvisited and completely wilderness area. And...now, he's gone. I would...I'd at least want to know if he was done in by wolves or a bear. SOMETHING. But not even clothing has been found, nothing. I fear he is lost, alone and afraid. I love my boy."

"I'd love him too if looks like you..." Gany whispers.

"Huh? I'm sorry, Dr. Van Helsing, I didn't hear y-"

"Nothing.Ahem!"

"But NOW, with the one and only Dr. Van Helsing, I am sure to see results! I still can't believe the actual Dr. Abraham Van Helsing is standing in my home!"

"I can't either." snides Kas.

"You look so young, I don't think you'd know what it's like to lose a kid."

"I do."

"DON'T." Kas hisses.

"His name's Gabriel Van Helsing."

"Oh?"

"Well, I shouldn't say a actual son. He's a big wer-..er,dog. Heh. But, he thinks he's people."

"….oh."

"Well, strong, strapping...mmm...Sir, if you can show us a map of where your nephew was last sighted, we can head there straight away and get on the case. After something to eat first, of course."

Early the next morning, the two lovely adventurers don big brimmed Russian hats, warm clothing, and are dropped off on a old abandoned roadside by the baron's carriage. The driver makes a sign of a cross and waves a old, Slavic tribal talisman, before hurrying away as fast as the horses will go.

Kas looks at Gany, expecting him to look back equally uncomfortably. But only sees him look forward with that samedick-suckingshit-eating smile. Gany loads a large pistol, a big American gunfighter's 6 shooter, and then hoists a bag of items before begging Kas to follow.

"Did you bring a weapon?"

"Uhhh. NO."

"You SHOULD have a weapon."

"The only thing I know how to sling is a sewing needle!"

"Well, good." Gany giggles, pulling out a long, heavy silver needle and tossing it backwards. Kas catches it while trying not to drop it. He looks to see old Ice Age cave inscriptions have been carved in it's head.

"WHAT'S THIS!"

"The deadliest thing we got. If you see a pale person who runs along the ground like a spider and snaps their head around 360 degrees like an owl, beware that's a vampyre. They shoot out a long tongue with a barp on the end. So, y'know...stick him with that and it should kill him."

"WHAAAAAT?!"

"Ya. Did you think vampyres were sexy? Heh, nooo. They're like...possessed cocaine fiends. Well, not like we can turn back now. If we do, we'll get lost in the wooded roads by nightfall. Probably killed by a wolf pack. Or a bear. One of 'em. Ooooh! Maybe the wolves will kill us, but then they'll get ran from our carcasses by a bullying bear who will eat us and get blamed for our deaths."

Gany shrugs nonchalantly, flipping his curls and thinking about the absurdity of it all.

"You…..you truly are a foundation for blessing others with confidence and feelings of safety..." -_-

"Ya, ya, I am!" :D

Kas rolls his eyes and blows his long lock of black hair out of his face before they continue down the early morning road. Following the map and using a compass, as well as Gany's excellent trekking skills, they follow through the dense forests and wilds. Kas' frowns and groans, hating anything to do with wilderness, trees, hiking, and sometimes just being outside at all.

"What a house frau..." Gany teases, making Kas blow his breath in disgust.

Finally, on a hill, overlooking a running stream, they come upon a tall pointed miniature hill.

"Ahh HAH!" Gany smiles, stopping and turning left to right in a ballerina stretch.

"Ah hah what? I don't see anything!"

"But of course you don't, my dear Kasawan. Because you're not looking for a Stone Age style burial tomb. A kurgan, to be precise."

"I see nothing here but grass and trees."

"Look in front of you."

Kas sees only a small hill pointing upward.

"Yeah? And?"

"See the little mini-hill? That's a kurgan: a tomb of times long bygone. Named after a tribal nation from ages ago: The Kurgans."

"So, this is where we start?"

"Oh nooo...see, this is a common one. The baron-erection's nephew had go-"

"SHUT UP!"

"I saw the outline in your pants. You want those big Russian arms around you again, don't you?"

"No………..well…..maybe...I don't know! Hee hee!"

"Uhh! Such a tease! Anyway, if my suspicions are correct...then the baron's nephew may have bothered some elfs, or...awoke a pissed off drau-"

"Elves are fairy tales."

"On the contrary, my dear Kasawan. It's properly pronouncedelfs, and they are not pointy-eared women as in those new books coming along, no. They are ghostly spirits, andLOOKlike ghostly spirits. Some say they are the ancestors who still choose to walk the Earth. Some think they are nature spirits."

"Aren't elv-,er,elfsI mean, British?"

"They are not relegated to a ethnic group, i.e. the Celts. Names and approaches to that which transpires in our world all go with the religion. And where ever the Druid faith went, so did knowledge of the elf. If Christendom can spread across a ocean, then why couldn't a faith from Celtic lands travel through Europe? The Celts were not the only ethnic group to come Druidism."

"……………..okay."

"Did I lose you again?"

"NO! ….you just….y'know what? You ramble, you talk too damn much. That's all."

"Ya, ya, ya…..Anyway, religions, like ethnic groups, MOVE. The diaspora of a region or country will almost never remain the same. The form and face of a country or region in 300 BC will NOT be the same in 1300 AD. Except, in rare occurrences. One can not look at the people, culture and place of a nation today, and correctly presume the same ethnic group, culture, and look of that country was the same in it's past."

"What does any of this have to do with finding baron erec-….the baron's nephew?"

"Because we…." Gany kneels down, digging his fingers in the soil and roiling the sandy grit between thumb and pinky, "...we might be looking at a mess born from 3 different religions and 4 different cultures. A whole new kind of monster who's older than either of us can imagine."

"That sounds pretty queer..."

"Not as queer as us, but that is besides the point."

"Quite."

After trekking for hours, they stop in a dense forest overlooking a silently trickling stream.

"So, I take it someone's to pick us up at the road before nightfall?"

Ganymede kneels over the river on his knees, pouring fresh water over the back of his head, sending his sweaty make-up to fall into the river. Kas stops and feels a strange feeling. He closes his eyes and focuses hard on everything around him, feeling out a odd feeling. It's one of the strange little tricks he learned from that British occultist: how to focus and feel out energy, or that thing normally people would ignore.

"D'you feel that?"

"Feel what?"

"Something's kinda…..off."

Gany flips his head back up, flipping his long hair from up hanging down to make a beautiful coca cola commercial arc into the air and fall down his back. Not on purpose, but y'know...heyyy. He closes his eyes, listening. Something he learned from his father, staying in-tune to all the senses, not just the most famous 5.

"Means we're here then. See that hill over there?"

Kas looks out to see nothing but bushes, weeds, grass, and trees.

"I don't see jack shit."

"What is it with you yanks and your feverish fecal fascinations? Anyway, we're at the prime target I suspect."

"Where the nephew disappeared?"

"Nein, we passed that up 20 minutes ago. If you knew the archaeological signs, then you'd see the unnatural pushed stones and this obviously human-placed hill. A most ancient kurgan, no doubt. Written about time of the book of Genesis."

They walk up to the hill, which seems like almost nothing out of the ordinary. Gany pulls and pushes at a bunch of bushes, revealing what looks like a covered up cave entrance.

"Cave men? Neanderthal?" Kas ponders aloud.

"Oh no, this more modern Europeans. Yet, Slavs, specifically. Among the most powerful and legendary tribes of the region:Kurgan."

They bend down and slide into the cave hole to find the inside is slightly roomy. It seems like any other small mine, minus wooden struts. Gany burns on a lamp, illuminating the entire inside with flickering warm light.

"Ohhh sweet Je-"

"SHH!"

Roots and dirt coat the inside, and soil has poured in through the entrance to form a "throw rug" of gravel and debris. But deep, deep inside, fused to the stone through thousands of years of water drips and cold air is bear skulls. Stone or bone axe heads lay in the ground by themselves.

"These were ceremonial weapons..." he hushes, pointing to what looks like an absolutely crude copper sword. As if someone took a huge piece of copper, and banged it out flat into a blade. But with as much care and artistic genius as humanly possible. And it's HUGE. At least 5 feet long.

"That for ceremony? Being so big, it must only be for ritual display, like the giant weapons in Australia."

"Shhhh…." Gany reprimands him, "...no, my dear Kasawan. That was this ol' boy's actual sword. Used from horseback no doubt."

They see stone boot toes laying in the soil.

"Look, those were stone toes for riding shoes. For when on horseback."

"Why the stone toes?"

"So if his feet dragged the ground from horseback, it wouldn't tear the shoes up."

"Ah, I s-……….wait. When his feet DRAGGED THE GROUND?"

"SHHH!"

"Must've been tiny horses..."

Kas looks up to see a large horse skull, big as a mustang's head.

"Horses were normal sized.He wasn't."

They look up to see bear jaw bones hanging from a rotting gigantic hat of leather and wood. As they creep in, Gany hushes and points. Kas looks through the flickering dark to see what look like mummified legs. As he keeps looking, he starts to gasp and cover his mouth. The body of this dried out mummy must be 10 feet tall. Perfectly proportioned. The opened mouth shows double rows of teeth.

"Nephilim?"

"Nooo...nephilim were just rich and powerful "giants" of social and industrial means. Just socially and financially powerful people, "giants" of their societies. Yet this here? This is the actual, literal giant."

"Why are we whispering?"

"Because he should ONLY be a skeleton right now. A incomplete one."

Gany squats low, finding a modern canteen of vodka, and a buried milk pail.

"Bloody fucking fool..." his blue eyes bulge in horror.

"What?"

"We may have to get from here without nary a tarry..."

"W-why?"

"The stupid bastard made a sacrifice." He reaches down to touch the half-buried ceramic bowl. "YOWCH! Sss…." he accidentally nicks himself on a broken shard. Gany's eyes bulge open as he watches a big drop of blood drip from his finger and fall into midair. "NO NO NO NO NO!" he whispers, flashing his other hand forward to catch the blood drop.

He misses.

The drop splatters across the wet, milky soil entombing the empty vodka canteen. Suddenly, Gany grabs Kas' brown wrist and starts hurrying out the cave.

"What?"

"This is a Kurgan giant. He made the spell of the awaken draugr on this guy! I just finished the fucking spell by accident!"

They rush out the cave's small opening.

"Draugr?"

"Asatru religion's "mummy", but they awaken with uber mega strength, speed, stamina, and almost iron hard skin! Lemme explain it in yank for you: they'll fuck up anybody who comes traipsing into their cairn!!"

"What about a cross...or silver?"

"That won't do nothing but make him bored!"

As they rush out the cave, a sound like movement inside stirs.

"You mean he's alive???"

"YUP. His soul somehow loped back into the corpse, and it's restoring itself!"

A deep, angry manly voice filled with heavy bass mutters in a language like something between Russian and Turkish, with a African click said once or twice.

"Oh, great. You woke him up."

"Not like I did it on purpose!"

"First harvests, Gany! First jug of fresh milk from a single cow, first drop of blood from something dripping blood, first brewed brew from any form of alcohol. Trifecta!"

"I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!!!"

The deep voice bellows with rage and the sound of soil and wooden beams creaking and being tossed around fill the evening air.

As they run, the hill's doorway explodes in a tidal wave of soil and sand. Bushes fly into the air, and a half-dried looking mummy, looking more like a pale skinned and dried bog man, storms out. Nude, with odd tattoos down his rib's side, he stands up to a full 10 feet tall. She rolls his shoulders back and wide, cracking his old dried tendons into new furious life. He looks very Slavic in the face, with long white hair down his back and a long white braided mustach that runs down to his pecs. A single cornrow runs down the center of his head, and his eyes glow a bright white. He opens his mouth, filled with double rows of human teeth, and screams his outrage. He has 6 toes one foot, and a tiny scar above his buttocks shows where a tail was as a baby.

"Half angel?"

"Nooo, birth defects! Genetic! Why breeding people until they reach heights like this on average is considered a "aberration." Because it causes genetic problems, pain and misery for the innocent child!"

"Well, that's good and all, but now what? How do you fight a draugr?!?!"

"Oh, well that's simple, MY DEAR KASAWAN! WE JUST NEED ABOUT, oh I dunno, 100 BIG, STRONG WARRIORS. SIMPLE. ESPECIALLY, OUT HERE!"

[]screams the giant in his long gone native language. He hunches over in rage, and over-exaggerates his hands in a Swedish fashion, while making a face-of-irritation in a exaggerated Fulani way. His deep thundering voice bellows through the air, sending birds screaming into the sky.[Twoof you,THIEVES!!!I feel you, eunuchs! Man, woman, child, I CARE NOT what you are!!! You disrespect me, and the keepsakes of my mothers and their mothers, and I will RIP THEE ASUNDER!! ]

"What's he saying?" whisper-gasps Kas as they hide behind some trees.

"I think he just said"I'm about to stick my foot up your arses and use you two whores as shoes.""

"I'M SERIOUS!"

"Ya?Me too!"

[ EUNUCHS!!! BARREN WIVES!!! WHAT HUSBAND OR FATHER PUTS YOU UP TO THIS?! IS HE AFRAID TO FACE ME?!?! AND SENDS HIS WIVES IN HISSTEADDD?!?!?! ADMIT TO ME, AND I WILL SPARE YOU, and...then...REND HIM BEFORE THINE EYES!! OR ARE YOUR HUSBANDS MEN OF THE SPINELESS SCYTHE?!?! ]

"Whatta we gonna do?!?!"

"I'mthinking…."

"What'd he just say?!"

"Something about….uh….he wants to beat the scheit out of our boyfriends….I think?"

"We don't have boyfriends!"

"Great. Then he'll just, how do you say? "Count Coupe" on us?"

The 10 foot tall draugr, with white greyish skin, and stark blonde and white hair, stands up, sneering his still alive looking face. His glowing eyes burn with fury. He reminds Kas of one of the shockingly well preserved bog bodies from Ireland, but now alive and moving around in rage.

[ FINE! Then I'll HUNT down you desecrators!!! ]

"Okay..." Gany drops his bag and begins to jerk and rip at his clothing.

"What are you doing!?!?!"

"I gotta LOOK the part..." he gasps, jerking his undershirt off and tying it around his waist like a long skirt. He then puffs up his coat, and starts furiously braiding his long air into two pigtails. "Little help?" he frowns, nodding his head at Kas while braiding the other side.

"Fine, but I don't get it."

"You better braid me, then undo that fucking bun and do yours just the same!"

"Why!"

"You come out there with a bun, he'll think we're Oiorpata and crush us!"

"Oiorpata??"

"The Amazons, the REAL ones, the ones the Greeks fought!"

"They were real???"

"YES! Oiorpata, the city of Samsun used to be Themyskira, but right now, we need to get together!"

Kas braids the other side of Gany's long, curly blonde hair, and then undoes his disheveled black bun, letting his long thick hair fall down his back, before rapidly braiding it. Gany rips at his inner shirt, tying it around his waist like a dress that falls to his feet.

"Okay, let's go!"

"WHAAAT!!!"

"C'mon!!!"

Gany folds his hands in front of his groin and humbly steps out from the tree, looking down at the ground.

[ SO….so, there you are. ]the draugr approaches, nude, with his big buff chest stuck out and his rippling arms folded. He steps within 30 feet of Gany, and hunches a little to get a better look.[ A eunuch…. ]he stares at Gany's flat chest and girly-boy looks.[ A barren woman….speak to me, woman. Why shouldn't I just murder you here? ]

Gany struggles to think of his Turkish, and what he knows of Russian. And tries to blend them together into some gobble-de-gook. He stands there for about a solid minute, trying to slap a sentence together.

[WELL?!!]

Ganymede stares down at the ground and holds his "skirt" or t-shirt.

[]

But to the Kurgan, it came out as:]

The draugr raises a eyebrow in confusion.

[ ….what? ]

[ O mighty, great wonderful slayer of the enemies of Kurgan, have mercy upon me, for I was foolish. I am but a eunuch(just a gay man,orinstead a castrated straight man), I am just a barren woman (trans m-to-f, fem crossdresser who lives as a woman, or/and just a literally infertile woman) with no husband. Yay, I was told to see the might of the giant warriors, I must come here. I seek to hear, to see, to learn, o mighty lord. ]

The glowing eyes shift a little in a WTF expression. Because what he heard was: [ O great Kurgan slayer of wonderful mighty, mercy is had upon those of the Fools (as in a tribe/clan). I am a eunuch and a barren woman. Husband has no gayness. I, a giant, was told to come to warriors. I hear to seek being able to see and lord-learn (learn like a lord or sub-chieftain). ]

[ ……...okay. Wait…. ]he frowns, totally lost.

Gany then, turns and hisses for Kas to follow. What looks like the gayest Native squaw ever walks out, trembling hard.

The Kurgan's eyes twitch, seeing the slanted-eyed, black skinned Native fem walk out.

[ A Siberian? Or a Hun? They who follow T=ngri, the Almighty Creator of All? ]

[ O might Kur- ]

[ Stop! Stop, stop...your accent is of the Scandzan tribes...are you of the tribes from Scandza? ]

"What'd he say?"Kas whispers.

"He wants to know if we're Goths."

"We're not of the Gothic style..."

"NO! Thetribe, ethnic group….you know, Anglos, Dutch, Germans, Austri-"

"SHUT UP AND ANSWER!"

"Hope he doesn't kill us…."

"WHAT?!"

[ Yes. ]

[ You're of the race Scandza language, loyalty to their tribes, and you worship their gods? If so, then that means you are of their race! ]

"How do we beat a draugr???"

"Ummm...well, there's fire, and just getting someone tough enough to outbeat him. Which would be like a guy who can lift a horse. But since we have no Beowulfs here to save us...I have an idea..."

Gany approaches the giant, standing no taller than his groin. He can't help but...enjoy the view of that huge, limp swinging cock. It makes his mouth water. He drops to his knees and bows before the titan who looks down confused.

[]he says, but thinks:(( Oh my heavens, I want to bend over right now! )).

[ Then, you are mine. MY woman. And I will have you, and love you, here and now... ]the giant gently grabs him by the hand and lifts him to his feet. The massive grey cock throbs to life, pulsing out and upwards into a massive, throbbing girth. It glows with a ghostly light, and the huge balls suddenly swell big and glow themselves. Gany gasps "NO!", but inside secretly squealsYes! You beast! FUCK me...

The massive grey man, who Gany must admit is incredibly handsome, huge, and strong, slides his soft, warm hands down the small, hourglass body, sending shivers and goosepimples up Gany's back. Inside, he keeps begging for the giant to grab his ass. But he let's loose a "Stop! No...not here...in front of my friend….you'd take me?"

[ Yes...I will love you, and dominate you, like a bull upon a mare. You aremymare, my new wife, and I will mount you, before all. ]

"Oh...I'll look like a whore...your whore." he almost cums in his pants, poking his ass out and letting the huge hands gently hike his skirt up and pull his pants down, revealing the bubbly caramel ass.

"Oh mein master, yessss...I mean, er, NO! NO!"

The hand slaps his ass, making the globes tremble. Gany's small balls shudder between his legs, encouraging his cock doubles in hardness in a second. He can't stop himself from gasping and throwing his head back against the giant's rock hard 6 pack, wishing he'd touch her neck. She wants this legendary giant of incalculable strength to kiss and taste her naked and exposed neck.. to justtakehim. Here. In front of Kas. Against his will. Unnhhh...he tries not to splatter in his pants.

The huge draugr drops to one knee, and smells like sweet milk, and Russian pine trees. And testosterone. A ancient, strong warrior's testosterone. A mighty warrior of long bygone days, grabbing his body gently and rolling his huge fingers across his pointed nipples. Gany gasps hard, tearing open his own coat to reveal his naked upper body. He digs his nails into the giant, trying not to premature cum from the huge hand squeezing and ravaging his naked chest. The soft, warm lips kiss and nipple his naked neck, and the other hand takes command of his hips, sliding his pants down and kneeding his ass cheeks like balls of dough. He feels the boiling hot throbbing giant cock head push against his bubbly ass.