BigBlueProstatePoker - Camping Trip

The other half of the competition. BigBlueProstatePoker and I both love Sasquatch and Beast, and we both have our own ways of writing them. This is his fic, 'Camping Trip,' the counterpoint to my 'Animal Urges.'

Note: I just copy/pasted it, so no proofreading. What you're reading is what I read during our contest. ^_^

Enjoy! Feedback for this fic goes to Blue at bigblueprostatepoker(at)yahoo.com. (@ sign replaced to avoid spam)

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“Why my dear Dr. Langkowski... are you suggesting we have a little koombayah in the forest? A positively pep-rallying pow-wow? A Scientist send-up? A...”

“For the love of God, Hank. I'm just suggesting a camping trip. Look, we're both scientist, and well quite frankly we both look like walking shag carpets. I figure a little relaxing trip in the Canadian wilderness free from people and weird looks would be fun. Not to mention a chance to wax scientific.”

“Pity, I had at least another 30 rhymes I could have made. But I digress, your little sojourn into the Canadian countryside sounds just like the expedition this bouncing blue beast is looking for.”

“Well here are the coordinates, I'll see you there this afternoon.”

“Toodles, my hulking and hirsute fellow.”

And with that the large hologram of my scientific contemporary, one Walter Langkowski, disappeared. And just in time, I wouldn't want the good Dr. to see the massive bulge in my superhero briefs. I reached a big furry mitt down and began stroking the massive mutant python between my legs. Rubbing the stretchy lyrca/rubber blend along the fat inches of bloated mutant man meat. Why yes, Walter, a little camping trip is just the thing my loins have been longing for.

I got out of my chair and opened a metallic cabinet. Rows of gleaming silicone dildoes, buttplugs, and sexual lubricants all lined up with a scientist's eye. I reach a fat finger up to my lips as I perused the selection. Hmmm.. you're a big boy, my dear Sasquatch, something your size is going to need something quite big. I looked down at my massive 15 inch cock flopping out of my briefs and dangling in the cool air conditioned room. Yes, my pretty, you're going to do an excellent job of stuffing that massive hairy hole of Walter's, but I want to give that virgin hole a workout it really needs. As I looked around the vast collection, I finally found the perfect fit for my camping compatriot. 23 inches of gleaming, shiny, black silicon and rubber. A fat black mushroom head to rival the fat blue one that was dripping precum onto my thick toes. I threw the toy and some sexual lubricant into the the sturdy rucksack, and boarded onto the X-jet.

A few hours later, my fingers and toes molesting my cock the whole way of course, I touched down at the coordinates I had been given. As I leaped out of the plane I was meet by a lumbering 10 foot tall hulking wall of orange fur and muscle. My fingertip pushed the glass up my thick nose as I stared at the hulking behemoth in front of. Massive, ropey cords of thick powerful muscle... covered in soft orange fur with thick massive amounts of curly fur around his forearms, calves, and also... his crotch. Mmm.. that crotch, my mind boggles as the magnificent amount of mutant man meat that must be dangling between those massive muscled thighs. I slid the tip of my fat tongue along my rubbery lips and smiled as the magnificent beast lumbered toward me.

“Dr. Henry McCoy.”

“Dr. Walter Langkowski, I presume.”

And with that we walked back to the campsite. Much exposition of scientific topics occurred... Postulating and pontificating... but I'm sure none of that you care to hear about, correct, dear reader? I thought not, ergo I shall speed up the course of the events to get to the.. ahem... (mutant) meat of the matter.

Night had already rolled in as the sun had bid adieu and drawn behind the mountains. A roaring campfire we had built was roaring in the background as I looked upon my companion and threw him the proverbial brewski.

“I figured it was only right to bring a gift. Chalk it up to mid-western manners.”

Walter nodded and opened the beer and began to imbibe. Drink up my friend. For you see your libations have been laced with some of Dr. McCoy's little helper. A nice little blend of herbs and spices designed to increase the blood flow to certain parts of your nether regions and to increase the euphoria of the imbiber. Chinese and South Americans plants are amazing things, no?

As I gazed upon my quickly intoxicating companion, I began to set my plan into work. I moved closer to him, my strong hand reaching over to his massive thigh. Slowly feeling the corded muscle underneath and rubbing my hand against it greedily.

“You know, Sasquatch... we're a lot alike my friend. Both big furry mutants, both scientists, both of us are considered beasts, are we not?”

Sasquatch took notice of my hand gratuitously rubbing his inner thigh and smiled down at me. His hand reached and rest on top of mine. Good lord it was huge. Even my hands are quite massive, but feeling his rubbing against mine.. let's just say the size difference was quite noticeable. His huge fingers wrapping around my thick stubby digits and guiding me up his leg towards his crotch.

“You're correct, Beast. My nose is also able to detect not only the arousal I've been smelling all afternoon, but the scent of your precum soaked briefs.”

I blushed, and tried to form a retort, but I was hefted up into the air. The huge massive hands grabbing me and pulling me against him. Walter brought up his face and pushed it into my crotch. His lips opening up and engulfing my briefs into his mouth. Tongue sliding lewdly across my rubber encased cock and teasing it. He licked his lips as he tasted my precum drenched drawers. His saliva mixing it with as he sucked the fat tip through the fabric. I grunts and wrapped my massive feet around his head and grunted like a gorilla. I felt mouth suck the precum out of the fabric.”

“Is it my pre you're looking for Dr. Langkowski? Keep working your mouth like that and I'm sure you'll get plenty more.”

Sasquatch grunted happily and continued sucking on my briefs, my cock throbbing wildly as all my thick mutant pre soaked into his mouth. His tongue teasing on for more. I slowly brought down one leg to his crotch and my foot was greeted by a very thick, hot, throbbing discovery. I traced my thick toes along the shaft, feeling the pulsing veins and squeezing them playfully. I kept dragging my foot further upward. Good lord, how big is his cock?

Sasquatched grabbed my briefs in one massive hand and pulled them off, my fat 15 incher of mutant man meat popping free and smacking him on the face. Sasquatch eyed it like the piece of sasauge it is and opened his mouth to get a better taste of that clear musky nectar he had been seeking.

“Good boy, Sasquatch. That's it's.. suck up Dr. McCoy's hot pre... nice and sticky and wet.. taste real good doesn't it.”

Sasquatch nodded and pulled back. Looking up lewdly at me as he wrapped his tongue around the fat mushroom, slowly pulling the foreskin down to the base. My fat blue mushroom throbbing and squirting it's sticky pre all over my bestial companion's face. Thick and gooey and running down the fur on his cheeks and lips. Sasquatch's own hand had come up to join my foot at working on that massive member. I could feel his rhythm matching mine own. The massive rolls of skin sliding between my toes as he fisted that giant meat. I grunted and looked down, the spectacle of that massive cock, at least 2.5, maybe 3 feet. My dick throbbed and smacked Sassie in face, as it emptied more precum all over it.

Walter dropped me on the ground and looked down at me, his huge rig pressing up against my face. I nearly gagged at the huge waft of musk that was coming off it, permeating my tender nose. But it was also fueling my lust. I wanted that cock, and he knew it.

“Suck it, Hank. This is what you came out here for, right?”

I groaned and laid down on my back. I wrapped my hand and feet around that massive member, and began jerking it off hard. My thick stubby toes working the supple flesh over. My fat fingers wrapped around the head, shoving the foreskin up as I slip it up over my lips and pushed my tongue in there. I licked away like the good little bitch I am. Covering that hot musky skin in my slobber. Working my tongue across the fat crown. God, it was huge and I wanted it. I lapped at it like a dog in heat needing that bone buried in it. Sasquatch was grunting and moaning, his massive muscles twisting and flexing as he fucked against my abs and pecs. The shaggy fur around my calves and forearms getting covered in the precum as he slid his cock between my furry blue extremities. I grunted as I feel what must have been gallons of precum squirting and emptying all over my body. Like honey being drizzled all over my body in hot sticky waves. Covering every inch of furry muscled body. I felt akin to a dildo being lubed up for sex. Egads, I had forgotten about my “little” toy.

“Dr. Langkowski... if you do me the honor of presenting that massive muscle furry butt to my face so I may properly prep it.”

“Why, Hank... you want to venture your face into my furry ass crack.”

“Indubitably, and with pleasure.”

Walter laughed and then lifted up off his muscled haunches and squatted over my face. My god it was beautiful, so massive and wide, like two thick kidney beans spread out over my face. And the furry inside it, so thick and dense and wet from all the sweat of our lovemaking. I buried my face in there and felt my chin smack against his furry huge sac. It smelled like a forest of masculinity. Sweat, musk, and the hot smell of ass wafting into my nostrils. I spread my lips and felt the hot wet fur dropped into my mouth and I began sucking on it. So fucking hot and nasty as I suckled away, feeling all that hot juices slide down my tongue. I wanted it so badly, It was so wrong, but God it was wonderful. I felt my lips rub back and forth as I drained the salty scum from it. Slowly my tongue slid in deeper and found that supple hole, all wrinkled and wet with sweat. I pierced it and slid it inside. Hot and wet my tongue slid inside, slowly opening it up as my nose continued inhaling that intoxicating scent. I grunted and felt my legs curled up. Walter was leaning down and pulling my furry crotch up to his mouth. I felt the thick rubbery lips spread wide and my cock so easily slide into that gaping wet maw. Warmth and wetness enveloped my cock as he sucked away, pumping his throat muscles against my throbbing love muscle. I groaned into his ass and began working the fingertips into his hole. He was a tight little bitch, but it was slowly opening up. I grabbed the huge cheeks in each hand and spread it wide. That orange pucker spreading wide as I opened mouth and spit into the gaping hole. Sassie moaned against my cock, feeling the cold night air against the exposed flesh. I started thrusting my hips against the massive mouth. I felt my fat rubbery mutant meat growing impatient and my fat spunk filled balls begging to explode. I grunted and felt my cock slide out of that warm wet hole, Sassie's huge fist wrapping around the throbbing organ and pounding it.

“Come on, McCoy. I can feel it twitching in my mouth. And your balls are buried up so tight against your cock it's obscene. Cum on you little slut, give me your seed. “

I grunted into that hole I was rimming and felt those hot lips pressed down against my inner thigh. The fat tongue tracing the soft supple fur along my balls and cock. Bastard, he knew my sensitive spots. I grunted and thrusted harder and harder. My orgasm was slowly reaching fever pitch. That massive hand still sliding up and down the length of my throbbing dong... blue meat twitching as the thick folds of skin slid up and down in a rhythmic fashion. I felt the hot mouth leave my thighs and shove into my ass cheeks. I'm sure Walter was finding my ass just as intoxicating as his, thick and stuffed with sweaty blue fur. I felt his tongue rub against my pucker and a fat fingertip pushed against it. I grunted as he kept spitting on the hole and pushing against until I felt my pucker pop and that fat finger shoved deep down in there. Sasquatch laughed like a little child pleased with himself and start milking my prostate. Deeper and deeper, his mouth returning to my cock, sucking faster and furious. I grunted and thrusted like a bitch in heat. My body thrashing and my sperm burning in my fat rubbery balls. I grunted one last time and gritted my teeth. Spunk began flooding out of my balls and shooting down into that hot mouth. He nursed on it hungrily, sucking up my seed like a hoover, his tongue and mouth wanting more of my salty mutant spunk. I moaned and groaned into his ass as he milked my mutant meat and forced my tender prostate to give up as much seed as it could. I spasmed and feel limp against the grass. My lower region still held up in the air as Walter kept sucking it dry. When he was finally satisfied that I had no more seed to give up, he dropped the rest of me to the ground. Cum was covering his face and he lapped it up with relish. That grotesque tongue sliding across his lips and bring all the thick spunk into his mouth.

“Tasty, Dr. McCoy. But as you can see, I still a little assistance with my mutant manhood.”

He grinned and turned on his haunches as that giant obscene tool bouncing up and down in the moonlight. His hand gripping it and slowly working the foreskin up over the head.

“My dear, lad. I didn't spend all that time on your puckerhole for it to go to waste.”

He grunted and turned back to show his spread ass. Looking over his shoulder and licking his lips.

“Be gentle, Hank... I'm still a virgin.”

I chuckled and reached into my dufflebag and pulled out the hulking dildo and my tube of lube. I walked back over to the campfire, cock erecting itself again as I took in the full sight of that gigantic beast in heat, spreading himself open for me and offering himself up to my expertise. I slid back under Walter's body as he continued squatting over me. I open the tube of lube and began squirting thick clear streams deep into that furry ass. Sliding my hands up and working the lube into that hairy crack and pushing my greasy fingers into his ass. Deeper and deeper, spreading it wide open and pushing my fingers in deeper. Sassie thrusting back and squatting deeper, the musky hole rubbing back and forth against my nose and lips. I grunted and lapped against the greased up chute and added my spit to the hot mix.

I grabbed the dildo in my hands and began working the head in. My free hand massaging Langkowski's massive sac. Feeling those huge balls and hefting them in my hands. The burning heat was astounding and I could feel the jizz sloshing inside them. He looked down and chuckled, well aware of the massive load he was going to give me. I pushed the black head against the opening and felt it slowly give way. The rubbery dick slipping in, Sasquatch grunting and digging his toes into the earth and squatting lower, his pucker opening and slowly letting that ass take it in. Inch after inch sliding inside as I pushed that cock deeper into that ass. Deeper and deep until I heard him moan, bingo, I had found the dear Doctor's love button.

“Hank.... aww fuck....”

I pushed it deeper and deeper, working it in and out, burying it against the prostate and feeling that massive dick shoot his precum all over my chest. I could feel his body throbbing and my own cock as well. My big blue beast throbbing hard in the open air, Walter way too lost in lust to give it the attention it needed. I licked my lips and proceeded to the next part of my plan.

I pushed the dildo into the ground and slid out from underneath the behemoth. Walter looked shocked, but I brought my fat fingertip to my lips to let him know all was alright. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small bottle. I stood over the massive sasquatch and brought my foot. I pushed it down against Walter shoulder as I slowly sunk him down further on that rubber fuck pole. He howled as that ass crack spread wide open and took more of it inside. I grunted and stepped onto his thighs, I popped open the bottle and brought it under his nose. His cock shot up even harder and smacked against my backside, squirting precum into the air. I grunted and sucked on the fat cock tip as I lubed up my ass, a huge finger from Walter coming up to aid me. Fuck it was big, like a regular man's cock shoving inside my ass. He was inexperienced and impatient, but my healing factor started to kick in and stretched out to take the digit down to the knuckle. I grunted and climbed up his chest, lowering my ass against the massive head. I grunted and clenched my teeth, fuck this was going to hurt, but I wanted, fuck I needed that meat buried in my hole.

He had figured out my plan, and grabbed his dick in one hand and my ass in the other. Slowly I began to slide down that massive cock. I could feel it throb and spread me wider with his every breath. I could only imagine what this must have looked like. Canada's biggest superhero bouncing on a dildo, while America's favorite bouncing blue beast sliding down that massive rig. I got down about a foot on that cock and pressed my feet against his thighs. Slowly up and down I slid on that fuckpole. Walters thrusts matching mine as he continued bouncing on that dildo. We were like two massive gorillas in heat, fighting to see who would come the hardest. Growling and kissing, fat tongues wrestling in the moonlight as I bounced on that massive orange cock, my ass stretched and gaping and sucking on that massive mutant dong. Walter's own hole sucking that rubber dildo as it pushed against his prostate, harder and harder... the delectable pressure building up in us both. I growled and shoved my tongue down into his throat.

“Are you close...”

“Yes... me too..”

I grunted and slid off that cock.. still standing on his thighs, our fat orange and blue mushrooms rubbing pressed against each other and grinding furiously. I wrapped both massive hands around it and kept jerking. He was close, real close and I couldn't hold any longer. I brought one foot and pushed against his chest. He lost his balance and sunk to the bottom of that dildo.

“Fuuckkk... Hank....”

That was all he could say as the dildo dug inside him and shoved up against his prostate. I smiled evily and gritted my teeth. Cum began pouring out of that massive orange head, the cum lips spreading wide and thick seed spurting out and all over the both of us. My own mutant fuckpole spasmed and and my own torrent of seed began to spew. Everywhere, cum was pouring out, stream after massive stream squirting all over us and covering us up in seed. Smacking our dicks together. Sassie grinning and holding me up in one hand as he brought that massive muscled orange furry foot up and began jerking our jizzing rods with his orange toes. Harder and harder, the bitch knew my little fetish and I gave him a big wad of cum as a reward. I grunted and felt him lift me up, his own frame erecting itself as he got off that dildo. I felt my cock getting shoved inside his ass. His hand burying me deep inside him and holding me in place as I the rest of my orgasm emptied inside him. My body convulsing as I finished my load. My body going limp as he pulled me off and pressed my gaping pucker against his mushroom and slid just the head in, emptying the remaining gallon or so of jizz deep in me. I grunted and he squirmed and thrashed and I felt the torrent subside. Our big cocks still hard and twitching, lust still pounding in our bodies, as he laid me down on my side, and buried his face into my ass cheeks, his tongue lapping out his seed. His own hips pushed against my face and his ass spread wide. The both of us licking and lapping up the hot wet seed from our sweaty musky hole. Cum covered fur forest getting munched and licked cleaned.

I heard him moan between pants, “Thank you my friend...”

“Anything for science.”
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Animal Urges

Written in a friendly competition with BigBlueProstatePoker, one of the biggest Hank fans I know and a great erotic writer of big, muscled guys.

This is a blog exclusive, as I'm sure Y!Gallery wouldn't take any kinder to Sasquatch than they have to Beast.

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Hank McCoy was glad he'd visited the Cerebral Summit now. A weekend retreat in the Canadian wilderness for science geeks of all breed and classification, it was Science Camp for adults.

The fact that a certain Dr. Walter Langkowski had organized the meeting wasn't exactly low on the list of reasons the blue-furred Beast had literally leaped at the chance to sign up. As Sasquatch of Alpha Flight, Dr. Langkowski had a great deal in common with Hank; a love of action, a desire to make their mark on the intellectual and superhero crowds alike...

...And a rather potent sex drive. Hank licked his lips as he remembered the first time he and Walt had dallianced. The X-Men and Alpha Flight were banding together against some remnant of Weapon X, and the two of them had just come back from the fight, flush with victory and adrenaline surging through their systems. They'd made love that first night like wild animals, Hank burying himself in the Sasquatch's furry orange depths time and again as they'd roared their passion to the skies. Even now, thinking about it made Hank's cock twitch.

And on this, the very first night of the summit, he'd gotten a note taped to his door that had merely said "Woods, 8:30. Naked."

So Hank had abandoned his blue uniform trunks and white lab coat at the forest's edge, massive blue-black tool dangling in the night air as he bounded through the forest, following his keen senses deeper into the shrouding darkness until he saw a campfire.

Kneeling by the fire was the Sasquatch. Naked, orange-furred legs spread wide to allow his tool maximum freedom, he grinned up at McCoy and licked his chops. "McCoy. Wasn't sure if you had enough animal in you t'show."

Hank took in the sight, panting not so much from exertion as from a rising lust. "Believe me when I say...my dear Dr. Langkowski...that my beastly exterior in no way represents the man within. However..." Hank became painfully aware of the steady stream of clear, thick preseed drooling from the end of his aching cock to pool between his feet on the forest floor.

" However, 'Doctor' McCoy, you're horny as hell. Here, in the middle of nature with a savage, hairy animal-man, all your sexual triggers are being pushed." The Sasquatch rose to his impressive, 8-foot height, and lumbered ponderously over to Hank, who regardless of what he told himself, found himself sinking to his knees, muscular thighs spread as his balls rested on them. Walt chuckled darkly as he looked down at his conquest, then slapped Hank in the face with his impressive member...half again as large as the Beast's. Hank couldn't help but wonder how Sasquatch managed to stay modest on missions. Perhaps my esteemed colleague is a grower, rather than a shower?

Then Sasquatch gave him a push, and he was on his back, legs in the air, the heat from the fire almost burning the underside of his thighs. Grasping his ankles with his massive paws, Hank spread his legs wide with a whimper, and Walter leaned down and buried his face in the Beast's entrance, his tongue digging at that dark purple rosebud with screamed for attention. As Sasquatch's massive hands came up to grab hold of his scuplted, titanic thighs, Hank reached around and fisted his blue-black cock madly, relishing in the feel as precome coated his fur, heated pleasantly by the fire until it felt as if he were getting a hot oil bath.

Each stroke of Sasquatch's tongue that penetrated Hank's depths elicited a fresh moan as the Beast writhed under his lover's ministrations. His cock jerked and spasmed in his fist as he did so, streams of clear pre hitting Walt in the face. Not that Sasquatch minded - the taste and smell of Hank, his clean purple sweetness and strong male musk, was intoxicating, and he felt half-ready to shoot without even touching himself.

"Ohh...Walter...if you do not desist soon, I fear I may have...a prematu-OOOHHH!" Hank's warning degenerated into a bestial howl as a fresh assault from Walt's tongue drove him over the edge, puimping his cock furiously as it erupted veritable quarts of semen all over his blue fur, staining it with streaks of white and filling his mouth when he opened up to catch it. Panting, he let his body relax, and Sasquatch lifed his head in some disbelief.

"TELL me that ain't it."

Hank smiled, and shook his head. "Not in the least, my good animal-man. You see...one of the wonderful things about my uniquely mutant physiology is that I am possessed of a low-level healing factor." As the Beast spoke, his cum-soaked hand drifted lazily back to his cock, which rose back to attention swiftly as he spoke. "So you're not done in the least. Now, are you going to fill me with that wonderfully voluminous maleness, or am I going to have to take it by force?"

At Hank's words, Walter grinned and loomed over Hank, trapping his body in orange fur even as he buried himself in blue. "Oh, you're gonna take it all right, Blue. You're gonna take every last fuckin' inch."

As he spoke, his drooling, rigid, rampant maleness poised itself at the Beast's moist opening, and then pressed in. Hank moaned like the whore he'd become as he felt inch after inch of Sasquatch's massive, wondrous cock slide in, and his cock, now fully back at attention, slathered them both in precome. They were well and truly soaked, but the fire blazed strong as ever, and before long they felt as if they were in a sauna together, steam from their bodies rolling about them in a hot mist as their lips locked in a hot, sloppy, sensual kiss.

Walt hadn't thought it was possible, but before long every inch of his behemoth dick was buried in Hank's ass, and judging from the groans and whimpers of the Beast beneath him, he was loving the entire thing. Leaning down, he whispered in Hank's pointed ear, "Tell me what you want."

Hank's answer was immediate, desperate, shameless. "FUCK ME, Sasquatch! Hard, deep, fast! Take me with that gargantuan monster and ride me till daybreak!"

"You got it," Walt said, and proceeded to do just that. His cock started pistoning in and out of Hank McCoy's begging ass, unloading more than enough precome to lubricate the passage so that Hank suffered no pain, only the fierce, savage pleasure that came with being fucked like an animal. For his part, the Beast howled and moaned shamelessly, rolling his ass so that it came up to meet every one of Walt's thrusts as his big, powerful, furry legs hooked around Sasquatch's waist, his cock jerking forward with each thrust to smack Walt's hard, furry abs, before falling back to slap Hank's massive, slablike pectorals, sending more glittering trails of preseed with every delicious thrust. Walt started catching the stuff in his mouth as he fucked Hank, swallowing it down like nectar as he savored the rich, heady taste, and used the lust it filled him with to slam into the Beast's blue backside with a fresh barrage of hammering thrusts.

They kept at it like that for what seemed like forever, howling out in twin, animalistic expressions of esctasy, their reason and intellect completely subjugated by their lust for each other and the passion with which they plowed each other.

Finally, as the sun started to peek through the tree branches, Sasquatch tensed up, hilted himself in Hank's ass, and roared, louder and mightier than ever, as his cock swelled up and sent geysers of come to flood the Beast's insides as Hank jerked his cock, grunting and growling, until it, too, exploded in a wash of semen that soaked into both their fur coats. The orgasms that accompanied the cumshots were explosions of powerful, raw male essence that seared through both men's bodies, making them scream their pleasure until they both collapsed on the forest floor, completely spent, as the fire finally died.

When the sun finally shone on them, Hank's legs were still wrapped around Walt's waist, holding the Sasquatch's massive tool inside him. When the two of them separated, letting the oceans of cum that Walt had pumped into Hank finally leak out, they shared one last, hot, passionate kiss before they broke off.

"You...you're really somethin', Blue. Anyone ever tell you that?"

"I...may have been informed of it...a time or thrice over my illustrious career," Hank panted out as he sat up.

"Anytime you feel the need for a big beast-cock in ya, you know who to call," Walt said with a grin.

"I shall endeavor to make you the first aware in just such an occurrence," Hank replied. Walt grinned, and lumbered deeper into the woods, where Hank knew there was a spring he could wash off in.

For his part, Hank loped back to the forest's edge, where he collected his trunks and labcoat. He didn't want to wash off the evidence of their night of animalistic passion just yet. I can always shower when I return to my room, he thought. My presentation isn't for another few hours anyway.

In fact...With a grin that had suddenly gone very feral, Hank McCoy turned around, and bounded back into the woods. He had plenty of time for another round or two with the Sasquatch before he had to get ready for his lecture...

And he could make very good use of that time.