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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 a too-much-milk-in-coffee colored 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, how LONG do 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, I FORBID you 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. "...Mein son, 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. Multiple Magen 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.

"I _ love _ you, 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 be obee-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 named Ganymede after the Greek gay god, and Ungud after 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-coupe on 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-tipping THOT!"

"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! _"

"I KNOW that! 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?"

"A kurtadam! 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......"

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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 by Tengri (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."

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The two casually stroll down Berlin's brick streets, sometimes causing men to take a 3rd look. The 2nd to see if they are two women in men's clothes or not. And the 3rd purely 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 mean wolf man , 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 stopping him from 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 to USE."

"How nice of you, Miss Van 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.

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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 11th time 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 squatting First Nations femboy, 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 heavy _ HWOOOMPHF _of 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 kurtadam puts 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 3rd time. "KNOCK ME!!!" he screams, clawing his long white fingernails into the wolf man's massive biceps, and cumming for a 4th time.

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?"

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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 speaks too much, he more he requires one."

"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...a sexorcism?"

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

"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 you have to 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?"