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In the two months that passed from there, many things happened.
At first, the UN imposed a time of quarantine to make sure there wouldn't be a risk of the deep ones giving an epidemy, a virus or whatever to the humans, and also to make sure the deep ones would fully recover from their ordeal. Dagon used this time to complete the express lessons in Earth everything.
The reactions to Lovecraft were... varied. Some, like Syssim, were pissed at what they considered racistic slander coming from a deranged mind, and more than one cry of "He's lucky he's dead!" resounded in the Y'ha-nthlei. Others were laughing themselves sick at what they considered the biggest accidental comedic stuff ever. Others still just appreciated these stories for what they were: stories.
And many of them wondered how there could be these similarities, in spite of the main differences.
Once the quarantine ended, the deep ones, under military and UN regulation (you never could be careful enough), began mingling in Newburyport.
The populace was wary at first, but once it became clear that the deep ones were fully sincere in their desire for peaceful coexistence (helped by the fact that the regulation relaxed after a while), they began feeling more at ease, and accepted these new, unexpected neighbors.
And now that the social side of their situation was resolved, the deep ones got to work.
A good part of them worked on repairing the arkship, while another part got some normal jobs in the region to help fund said repairs.
And a third part collaborated with the army for the construction of a submarine, mixture of human and deep one technology, that would serve to search the other arkships.
Seeing that the situation was perfectly fine, Syssim decided he could take some "me time", and called Barry to ask if he could come and visit.
The trucker gladly accepted.

A few days later, as night had fallen, Syssim was watching TV when he saw Barry open the door.
"Where are you going?" asked with surprise the deep one.
"It's a full moon tonight."
"So?"
"So it's my growy fun time."
Indeed, Barry had taken the habit of indulging in his gargantuan growth spurts whenever possible. It never felt less good, after all.
"Oh right," said Syssim, who had Barry's strange situation explained. "Monopolizing the growth market again, uh?"
"Hey, contrarily to you, I can't do it whenever I want," replied Barry. "So I take any chance I've got."
"Yeah, right, try and justify you're weaker than me," snarked Syssim.
"What?! You think you can grow better than me?!"
"I don't think so, I know so."
"My ass you know so! I'm more experimented in this than you!"
"Whatever, grandpa."
They glared at each other for a few instants.
Then smirked like sharks. Each one saw that there was only one thing to do, something they now realized had been in waiting since the day they first met.
A growth-off.
They both exited the trucker's house and slinked in an isolated, discreet alley.
In there, Barry began channeling the moonlight.
He felt the now familiar sensations of the transformation in wolf form: the head changing shape, the nails turning in claws, the tailbone spawning a real tail, the fur covering his whole body...
And of course, the delicious growth. His surroundings shrinking, his muscles swelling, his manhood bulging...
And in front of him, Syssim let the energies he had absorbed during his hibernation go to work, with the same blissful results...

And here's my Halloween pic!

Art by  caseyljones
Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/33725476/
Barry and Syssim © me
Deep Ones © H.P. Lovecraft