The Cabin [Multi TG] (Patreon)

Ed and Harry are best friends who just finished college as virgins. To celebrate, they go on a three-day hike and happen upon a cabin and a well with mysterious powers that transform one of them into a woman, and then their relationship takes a very different turn.

Tier reward for Renderdang

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By the time the rest cabin came into view, the sun was already dipping low. It sat alone in a small clearing, all rough timber and mossy shingles, like it had grown there rather than been built. A ridge showing the half of the mountain they had already climbed was off to the left.  Ed whooped the moment he saw it and broke into a jog despite the packs digging into his shoulders.

“Told you it’d be worth it,” he said, throwing his arms wide, broad shoulders straining against his shirt.

Harry arrived a few seconds later, breathing a little harder but grinning all the same. He leaned his pack against the railing with care, long limbs loose and relaxed. He looked out at the view and whistled. 

“Worth it,” he agreed, “And no one else for miles. That’s a win. Got the place to ourselves.”

“Sweet! Free balling it tonight for sure.” Ed joked, and Harry rolled his eyes. 

The two men looked at each other, grinned, and both broke into a sprint, racing to see who could reach the door first. Ed won and stuck out his tongue as they dumped their gear inside the cabin and then wandered back out to stretch their legs. A stone well sat a short distance from the house, capped with a crooked wooden lid. Ed lifted it without hesitation and hauled up the bucket, splashing cold water over his hands before taking a long drink.

Harry leaned over to sniff it and wrinkled his nose. “That smells… off,” he said. “You sure that’s safe?”

Ed wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Chicken.”

Harry flipped him off, and they both laughed. Then settled onto the porch as evening crept in, the boards still warm from the day. Someone split open a bag of trail mix and passed it between them, chocolate already melting slightly between their fingers. 

“I still can’t believe we don’t have a schedule,” Ed sighed, leaning back on their hands. “No weights at six. No film on Sundays. No more college, no more dorms...”

“Don’t remind me,” Harry replied. “I keep reaching for my phone like I’m going to get a message about practice times. It’s messed up. One minute we're college guys, and then next we're just...guys.”

They fell into talking about how strange it would be not to have game days anchoring the week, not to measure time in drills and quarters and recovery days.

"Time to be real adults now, huh?" Ed chuckled, trying to hide how terrifying that concept was. “I’m ready…not sure about you then. You might still need my coattails to coast off.”

“Pfffft, we’ll see,” Harry teased. “You might have ruled on the football field, but in the real world, I’ll be the leader. You’ll be missing college five minutes into your first day in a corporate office.”

Ed scoffed. “You’ll miss pretending you’re not competitive.”

Harry laughed, nudging him with a foot. Ed nudged back harder, and suddenly words gave way to motion. Ed lunged, Harry yelped, and they tumbled off the porch into the grass, wrestling more out of habit than aggression. Ed had the weight, Harry had the leverage, and both of them had years of pent-up energy to burn.

For a moment, it looked like Ed was going to win yet again. His extra brawn always gave him a leg up in wrestling. He pinned Harry down and looked like he was about to say something teasing when a strange look passed over his face, and his grip loosened. Ed may have all the brawn, but Harry was fast and never missed an opportunity. He rolled, flipping their positions and pinning Ed beneath him. 

“Ha! I…win?”

His voice trailed off in confusion as he looked down at Ed’s face. His normally strong jaw looked softer, and his eyes were wide with surprise. 

“I feel…I feel weird…” He muttered, swallowing thickly. 

Harry watched the other man’s Adam’s apple bob…then disappear. 

“What the-?”

Ed’s face was starting to change. His eyelashes lengthened, his cheekbones sharpened, and his lips filled in, turning pouty. They looked so soft and supple, especially when gently parted in that soft O shape.  Kissable was the word that came to mind and then swiftly fled as Harry shook the thought away. Ed was a lot of things, but not kissable. At least, he hadn't been in the past. 

Now his whole body was shifting beneath Harry, who still had him pinned. Harry felt his legs being forced apart slightly as Ed’s hips began to widen. His middle cinched and his shirt became loose, and he gasped. The sound was soft, feminine, not at all like Ed’s normal voice. The sound was so…erotic. The only time Harry had heard women make such a noise was in the porn videos he watched online. And his body responded in the expected way. 

Harry felt his face flush, but Ed was too busy to notice. He was starting to wraith slightly, gasping and shifting as his body slowly transformed. Harry was frozen, with his legs astride Ed's hips, watching and feeling the other man change. He felt Ed’s thighs thicken under his ass and both of them rise up as his ass filled in. 

Ed gave a soft moan as his blonde hair grew out, tangling in the grass and Harry’s fingers that were braced right next to his now feminine face. His build had changed to suit his new soft features, and a gorgeous blonde was looking up at him, with a bewildered look on her face. 

“Harry,” Ed sighed, “what’s happening Ooooh…Ooooh, that feels…my chest…”

Harry’s mouth was dry. Without thinking, he sat up a little straight and placed a hand on one of Ed’s pecs. Except it wasn't hard muscle anymore, the skin beneath the shirt was soft and getting softer as it grew. What started as a gentle curve slowly ballooned under his touch. Harry could feel the breast forming, Ed’s nipples growing as the tits went up in cup sizes. His shirt stretched, being lifted so much that the fabric rose up to expose his midriff. 

As his chest was growing, something else was shrinking. Something was brushing against the base of Harry’s own hardness that slowly melted away, and beneath him Ed shuddered. Then finally, with the transformation complete, he stilled. His clothes now horribly stretched in some places and loose in others. 

“I…”

“You’re a woman…how?” Harry choked out.

“I don’t know. Your hand is on my tit.”

Harry blinked and snatched his hand up into the air, realising their position. He was straddling his best friend, his now female best friend, before he could stammer out an apology, Ed reached up to grasp his hand and gently bring it back to rest on his breast.

“I didn’t say move it.” He whispered. 

Harry licked his lips; adrenaline from their wrestling match was still thrumming through him. Harry tried to think of something to say, but before he could, Ed leaned up and pulled him down onto the grass and pressed his, her, mouth to Harry’s.

The kiss was clumsy at first, noses bumping, lips sliding awkwardly, but then Harry groaned, low and needy, and his hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he angled her just right. He couldn't think of Ed as a ‘he’ anymore. Not while they were kissing, and those lips felt so soft. She was a she, through and through. 

Harry’s lips parted, tongue sweeping against hers, and Ed melted into it, into him, her hands sliding up to clutch at his shoulders. The stubble on his jaw scratched at her chin, and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, her body arching up against his.

Harry made a sound that was half growl, half whimper, his hips rolling involuntarily, the hard length of him pressing against her stomach. Ed gasped into his mouth, her nails digging into his skin. Harry felt her thighs clenched together, seeking friction, and his hand slid down, gripping her hip before slipping beneath the hem of her stretched shirt. 

Ed broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, her back arching off the grass. 

“Harry…”

“I know,” he breathed, his forehead pressing to hers, his eyes dark and desperate. “I know.”

This was wrong, but it felt so right. Deep down he knew this beautiful woman was his friend, his male friend, but she felt so good and he was so damn horny and judging by the wetness he could feel seeping into his pants, she was as well.

 His hand didn’t stop moving, though, his thumb circling closer, closer, until he brushed over her nipple. Ed moaned, her head falling back, and Harry took advantage, his lips trailing down her throat, teeth scraping lightly over her pulse point.

Gently, he pushed up the shirt and took her nipple in his mouth just like he’d always dreamed of doing. He’d watched so much porn where it drove women wild and it seemed for once they hadn’t lied. Ed moaned and the sound sent even more blood racing southwards. 

“Off,” she managed, her voice barely recognisable. “Take it off.”

Harry didn’t hesitate. He sat back on his heels, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he grabbed the hem of his own shirt and yanked it over his head. The rest of their clothing followed suit until they were rolling, naked on the grass. Harry nervously slipped his fingers between Ed’s legs and felt the wet heat there. 

“Jesus, Ed,” he rasped. It felt so weird using that name on this beautiful creature. His fingers teased her, parting her folds, finding the slick, swollen bundle of nerves at the top. 

“You’re soaked.”

Ed couldn’t form words. When his fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance, she whimpered, her hips lifting off the grass.

“Please,” she begged. “Fuck it, we’ve come this far.”

“Fuck,” Harry muttered, his hand wrapping around himself, giving a slow stroke. “Are you sure?”

Ed reached for him, her hand replacing his, her thumb swiping over the slick crown. Harry groaned, his head falling back, but then his eyes snapped open, locking onto hers. “Does that answer your question?”

Harry swallowed hard, his forehead pressing to hers as he reached between them, guiding himself to her entrance. Ed’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as he pushed in, just the tip. Harry had never told anybody, but he was still a virgin, he had no idea what to do. 

Ed wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper and he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until his hips pressed flush against hers, both of them frozen, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Move. Please, move.”

Harry obeyed. He pulled back slowly, then pushed in again, his movements shallow at first, testing. Ed’s nails raked down his back and his hips found a rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder, his breath hot against her neck.

He could feel her squeezing him, her walls tightening with each thrust as her body coiled tight as a spring ready to snap. His hips started to speed up, the pleasure gave way to some primal instinct, and Harry found he couldn’t stop. He just needed more of her wet heat around him. Harry’s hand slid between them, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight, desperate circles, and Ed shattered.

Her back arched off the grass, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her body clenching around Harry. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, before he buried his face in her neck with a guttural sound, his body going rigid as he came inside her, his release hot and thick.

He shuddered and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as they both basked in the afterglow. Then reality came slamming down. Harry pulled out with a shiver, and they both sat back on the grass, naked and spent. The awkward tension in the air was almost unbearable until Ed spoke.

“So…is it gay if you’re not both guys at the time?”

Harry snickered despite himself. “I have no idea. Is now a good time to admit I’ve never actually…done that before?”

“You were a virgin?”

He blushed. “Yeah…”

Ed laughed and shook his head. “Me too.” 

Somehow, that made things a little better, Ed ran a hand over his new curves, then glanced over at the well and smiled playfully. 

“You think there is something in the water?”

~

The next morning, Ed woke up back in his usual, male, musclebound body. The air was thick with tension and awkwardness for the rest of the trip, and when they went home, Harry was sure they’d ruined their friendship forever. Then Ed invited him over to play video games and…everything was normal. They handed out resumes, both got jobs, and life went on with their mysterious sexual experience in the woods, an unmentioned event between them. They both dated other people, Harry slept with other women, but none of them quite scratched the itch Ed had created, and he never mentioned it. 

Then, just as summer rolled around again, Ed suggested they make the mountain hike an annual tradition. The rendezvous at the cabin went unmentioned, but they were both thinking about it as they packed their bags and headed off to the trail. When they arrived at the cabin, Harry walked right up to the well and looked down at the water and drew up a bucket. 

A few hours later, he was lying naked on the cabin bed, writhing as his body slowly transformed just like Ed’s had last year. It was such a strange sensation, feeling his hair grow, and his chest expand. Ed watched the whole time, running his fingers slightly over Harry's skin as his new pussy formed and his hard edges smoothed into gentle curves. 

Then, when it was done, Ed lowered his mouth to Harry’s new breast and made him see stars. Being fucked as a woman was unlike anything Harry had experienced. He balanced on his hands and knees, letting Ed grip his hips as they rutted doggy style on the bed. His breasts swayed beneath them, and he let breathy moans escape his mouth. He was always so self-conscious in bed with other people, but there was no shame here. It was their little secret, and that only made the pleasure feel more taboo and more powerful. 

They fucked till dawn, Ed using his fingers and tongue between bouts to keep up his stamina. Harry got to experience multiple orgasms for the first time in his life and never had he been more jealous of women. Just like last year, eventually, the water wore off, and he turned back into himself again, and they continued their hike like nothing had happened. 

~

It became their yearly tradition. It was like there were two versions of them; the normal ones for most of the year, then the ones who came out in the cabin. At first, it was Harry who submitted, then spent the months afterwards ploughing into women, feeling slightly jealous that their positions weren’t switched. But then, after a few years, Ed started changing more and more; he even started to bring bottles of water to keep and take down the mountain. It got easier to see the busty blonde and think of Ed as a ‘he’ even in that curvy body. 

Harry felt an odd spike of jealousy watching as he filled the bottles for the second year in a row. He must use them during the year…so who was he sleeping with? Who got to touch Ed’s female body and make him moan that wasn’t him? This had always been their secret; it felt wrong to take the water away from this place. 

But part of the tradition was…ignoring it, every other day of the year. So he never said a word. When Harry started dating a nice girl from his office, neither of them talked about the mountain, but they still went, still indulged in one another. It didn’t feel like cheating, even if deep down it was. 

Harry didn't feel a twinge of guilt as Harry lowered himself down onto his cock and started riding him cowboy. It didn’t feel wrong; it felt very, very right. When they were finally done, Ed curled up against his side, breasts crushing against his chest, and they caught their breath. 

“Are you going to tell your girl?” Ed whispered. 

“Lisa? Nah. I…this doesn't feel like real cheating.” 

“We had sex, I think that counts.” Ed muttered quietly, “I know I’d count it if I were her.”

“Well, I am not really into the whole settling down thing anyway, we’ll probably break up soon.” 

Harry ran a hand up and down Ed’s spine, feeling the curve of his ass and grinning when it made him shiver. 

“We’re almost thirty…you aren’t thinking about the rest of your life? We’ve been coming to this mountain for almost ten years now, spending a night in each other and then pretending it never happened.” Ed said, “Aren’t you tired of that?”

“No,” Harry replied honestly, it was easy, why was Ed trying to make things weird? “This works, it’s nice having something that just works. I get some great sex and my best friend.”

“Are you really happy though?” Ed asked, sitting up so his long hair fell down across his chest. “Don't you want something more…maybe a family?” As he spoke, he ran his fingers across Harry’s chest and then slipped between his legs to slowly stroke him to hardness. 

“You mean…kids? Together?”

“I want to stay this way.” Ed admitted as he got Harry hard, “If I get pregnant, I think it might make the change permanent. It’s worth a short, don't you think?”

He rose up and slowly impaled himself on Harry’s length with a breathy sigh. 

“Get me knocked up, Harry. Please. Let’s be together, really together.”

Harry groaned and gripped Ed’s hips. He was so tight, the delicious pleasure coiled in his balls and he watched as Ed rode him hard enough that his breasts bounced against his chest. Skin slapping together. He felt Ed cum around him, and then, before his balls could tighten, he lifted Ed off and came on his thighs. 

“I don’t want to change things,” Harry said with a sigh. “This is perfect, just as it is, can’t you see that?”

“I can see you’re still my best friend from college.” Ed sighed, for some reason it didn't sound like a compliment. 

“You’re just…hormonal from the change.” Harry shrugged, “Relax, tomorrow we finish our hike, and you’ll be right as rain.”

Ed smiled, but it didn't quite meet his eyes. The rest of the hike felt off. Normally, it was refreshing, another yearly ritual done before they returned to their ‘real’ lives. But this time Ed was quiet. When they reached the base camp again, he got in his car and left with only a wave. 

In the weeks that followed, there were no texts. No calls to hang out.  Harry was the one to make the effort, but when they did hang out, it felt forced, like Ed would rather be anywhere else. 

They shared the occasional meme or quick conversation online, but that was it. Harry and Lisa broke up, and he found another perfectly nice girl to spend his time with for a few months. Before he knew it, their yearly trip was approaching again, and it had been months since he’d so much as had a text from his supposed ‘best friend’. 

Harry sat alone against the window of a local cafe, looking at Ed’s contact in his phone. It was only three weeks till their usual mountain visit time. He didn't want to miss it. He hoped Ed had gotten over his whole ‘let’s make babies’ phase. He was just drafting a message when laughter met his ears. It was light and airy, full of genuine joy…and slightly familiar. 

Harry looked up and saw a couple walking across the narrow street. A dark skinned man with a warm grin had his arm around a woman’s waist. A very pregnant, very familiar woman. Ed was wearing a flattering maternity dress in rich purple that showed off her growing bump. Her breasts had gone up another cup size and sat on her round belly, jiggling slightly as she laughed. Harry’s mouth went dry. 

It was like whiplash; that Ed didn’t exist out here in the real world, at least she wasn't supposed to. She belonged on the mountain, riding Harry’s cock and moaning his name. And yet, here she was. Pregnant and, if the ring on her finger was anything to go by, engaged. She didn’t notice him staring; she was too busy looking adoringly up at the man who was holding her. They kept walking, and the man placed his hand on her stomach, rubbing a gentle circle over the pregnant bump. 

Jealousy flared in Harry’s stomach watching the action. A part of him screamed; that hand should have been his! But then he shook such thoughts away; he didn't want kids, or to settle down, not even with Ed. But seeing him, her, whatever, seeing them with somebody else just felt wrong. 

The couple continued walking, and Harry watched until they were out of sight before turning back to his phone. Ed’s contact was still up, their last conversation from more than six months ago staring him in the face. Silently, he deleted the half-written message and put his phone away. He knew at that moment he wouldn’t be visiting the mountain this year, at least not with Ed. It was the end of their era, and Harry had no idea how to feel about it. 

He scrolled through his contacts before settling on Jonas. He was a new guy in the office, witty, fast with a joke, easy-going, and a classic ladies' man. Harry smirked and typed out a quick message:

‘Hey man, wanna come on a hike?’