Picking up the pieces

Megan groaned. She felt like she had the most intense full body hangover, the sun setting painting the sky above her as she lay naked on the forest floor. She could hear the boys talking a respectable distance away. Megan had felt how her horny screams and naughty cries had aroused them both, she could feel Tom struggling to keep his composure while talking to Ryan. A sick part of her enjoyed knowing this. At any moment she could just snap and have both men fighting for her, claiming her. She would easily get a baby out of it that way. Megan rubbed her belly and moaned softly, so empty. Ryan told her it was just a biproduct of such an intensely affected area. If she could think straight her knowledge of the supernatural might help her, but fuck being plowed to the ground only did so much.

Ryan sighed, "So we almost lost Megan, lost our computer, and lost our base of operations for what? A hard drive? This might not even have anything on it, and it won't do us much good without a computer to put it in. Or a place to stay where we can use the computer."

"Bro...calm down. We can figure this out..."

"Calm down? Megan is one bad moment from losing herself completely. We are all on the radar of some crazed maniac with a super magical book of perversion and who knows how much of the city is already corrupted?!" Ryan shouts. "We have no leads, no safety, not even the sense of privacy. And if all that wasn't bad enough what protected us before was obscurity. That laptop camera has seen some of us for sure. We are on a tight clock and half our group is missing or completely indisposed. We haven't heard from Marie in ages, I can't get a hold of Riley or Lindsay and Megan is a mess on the ground naked in a forest. And the only person left able to help is some womanizing jock acting like he's got a hero complex...but I don't need Megan's empathy thing to know how hungry you still are for her. I can see it in your eyes. So what exactly do we have to help me calm down?"

Tom's jaw tightens and he stands silently his eyes going in the direction of the feminine needy sounds in the distance. "Look man...I was a piece of shit. I get it. Still am. It's hard for me to hear her like that and not wanna just rail the shit out of her. And the worst part is I know she knows. And I know how it makes her want it too. You think she made those noises just for you?"

"Fuck you!"

"Ryan!" Tom pushes Ryan against a nearby tree to assert himself for the moment to talk. "Look man...you told us about your gaming thing. How there was some girl you could contact who seems to know some things about this changing world. She sounds like our only hope. And if she's a gamer, then she will have a computer. If she hasn't changed by now then she might be a safe haven even for a night or so. In the meantime I am gonna go back to get my car and see if I can drive around and try to find Marie. You call Lindsay when you get to that woman's place and hopefully she picks up. If she doesn't, and I can't find Marie all that means is us making it through this and getting that book becomes more important. You can be angry for my attraction for your girl or whatever you both are gonna call it, sure. But I have tried. I have resisted. And I hope if anything...you both get what you want out of all this in the end. I deserve this shit coming to a degree, Marie well...I mean...then Don is gone. Lindsay and Riley are pretty cool too I guess. I don't know what I am saying anymore. Point is, call the mystery woman. When your back is to a wall and your time is almost up you make the risky calls instead of waiting to lose. That's what my coach always said."

Ryan glared at Tom before looking away sharply. "Fine. But don't get caught by this shit. I don't know what it is but the feedback loop you both create is stronger than it should be. She's already having a hard enough time. You on the other side would be disastrous."

Tom nodded, frowning at the lack of concern for his well being just how he fits around Megan. The jock shrugs and sighs before walking off. Ryan pulls out his phone and makes the call.

"Hello?"

"Uh hey...it's the guy from the tournament."

"Oh...what can I do for you?" Her voice became slightly flirtatious but there was an edge of caution.

"I..." He hesitated. Was he about to reveal his whole hand to some stranger? He looked over the brushes to Megan in hopes of having a second opinion but she was too lost fingering herself to oblivion. "I need help. Everything is getting so..."

"I get it."

"You do?" Ryan laughs weakly.

"I can hear it in your voice. You're still yourself but you've had some close calls. It's easier to roam around the dangerous parts of town when you look like me."

"And what does a woman like you know about everything going on?"

Silence. A very long pause. Ryan felt his chest constrict. Would she hang up? Did he ask too much?

"Too much to say over the phone. We can chat sometime private. Maybe in the mall?"

"Mall doesn't really scream 'private'" Ryan chuckles looking around watching an old couple walk a dog in the distance. It was starting to get dark. Last time he was out at night was when he lost his car and everything went crazy. His anxiety was rocketing. "I need help now. A place to stay the night. Me and..." Ryan hesitated and winced, "A girl I know. She used some sort of spell to stop her changes partway but she's easily influenced so if you could keep chill. We found a hard drive that I need to take a look at. Maybe I could find something that could help both of us."

Silence. For much longer.

Ryan silently tried one last time, "Doing this on your own must be lonely. And can't be safe for much longer if this all keeps up."

"Meet at the McDonalds by the central mall. I am not saying my address on a phone line. Not now." The line went dead. Ryan sighed and noticed Megan catching her breath, her thighs drenched. His cum still on her tits from their earlier rutting in the woods. "We need you dressed and on the move, Megan. You think you can do that in five?" She nods before leaning her head back and still gasping for air. This was going to be a tricky trip. It seemed all the wild ones were out at night.