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Ghostbusters: Regenesis

Skin Deep (AU V2)

Written by Leo_Todrius

Sponsored by Whitesocks and Tibbers

[/////Alternate Universe Ending/////]

The old house had seen far better days, that much was certain as the old shingles rattled on the roof and the wooden shutters hung halfway off their hinges. Algae clung to the metal fixtures and the windows were milky, hiding the fact that the interior of the house was no better. The wooden floors creaked and groaned loudly in protest beneath the boots of the Ghostbusters as they ran through the house, frantically trying to crack down on the explosion of activity that had been unleashed. Eli ducked around the corner, lifting his slime blower as his ocean blue eyes scanned the surroundings before he shot out a flurry of slime tethers. The green slime stretched tight between the two attached ends, blocking off the door to the kitchen.

"It's coming this way!" Nico exclaimed, watching as a massive, bloated cylindrical pink ghost charged out of the other doorway on four short legs that seemed insufficient to keep it up. Large white eyes radiated light as the ghost opened its fiendish mouth wide before it expelled a blue and an orange blob of ectoplasm. The blobs soon stretched arms out of their sides before they sailed right for Nico, laughing and chittering on their way.

"I hate boozookas..." Nico groaned, ducking and rolling out of the way. Seth flicked a switch on his proton blaster, causing several panels to flip open on his pack and crackle with energy as the cyclotron lights turned a deep shade of indigo. The air shuddered as Seth opened fire with shotgun-like blasts that struck the projectile ghosts square, the blue-black energy snapping across their bodies before it began to harden and crystallize, causing them to slow down before hanging in mid-air, petrified.

"Says the man that can take the bang out of 'em." Nico said, pulling the mustard yellow trap from his back before hurtling it across the room. The trap slid across the floor before the dome opened up, engulfing the petrified ghosts before drawing them down into its core with a satisfying woosh. The pink boozooka turned to escape but the shlort of a slime tether hit it in the hip and then the ground next to the open trap. Eli watched as the boozooka was dragged back toward the trap and eventually spiraled in before the lid of the trap snapped shut.

"You know, we really should investigate some of these old houses before they collapse into cross-dimensional rifts." Seth mused. Nico's face scrunched up a bit at that, imagining all the work involved.

"They say the hellmouth housing bubble burst already." he shrugged.

"I wonder how Gray and Dakota are doing..." Eli murmured, inclining his head toward the ceiling as he heard another groan of the beams hidden beneath the old plaster.

****

Dust hung in the air, dancing through the beams of sunlight as Gray and Dakota advanced through the attic carefully. The rubber tread of their boots gripped the rafters carefully between islands formed by stray pieces of plywood laid out to span the gaps. Gray's proton pack pulsed with light in the relative darkness, the Ghostbuster peering through the lenses of his ecto-goggles. There seemed to be a haze of psycho kinetic energy with no discernible source, making it almost harder to see with the goggles than without them. Dakota reached to his belt, pulling one of the orange-gold cartridges from a clip. With a practiced hand, he swapped out the cartridge in the back of his proton blaster for a fresh one. While most of the Portland team used the refit classic packs, Dakota clung to the pack he'd modeled off the second generation of New York Ghostbusters. It wasn't nearly as flashy, but it packed a hell of a punch.

The attic seemed at first glance as any old attic might. There were old Christmas tree stands, boxes of decorations and old newspapers... but somehow it felt off. The house hadn't been occupied in several years and yet the neighbors complained of loud late night parties, odd sounds and ethereal lights. Dakota looked around slowly, taking in the various relics before his eyes settled on a vintage steamer trunk. The wood was painted red and faded with edge but the trunk was held together with bands of bolted bronze metal. Dakota's mind started spinning at once, wondering what would be inside such an old chest. Unaware of his partner's shifted focus, Grayson signaled for Dakota to remain where he was as he moved toward the only closet door in the attic.

Dakota watched Grayson advance, taking up a defensive position next to the steamer trunk, though after a moment he glanced back down at it. The trunk was in great condition despite looking fairly old, although a piece of wood had been hastily nailed onto the lid, scrawled with the dusty message 'Do not open under any circumstance.' Dakota's curiosity grew even more despite himself. He had always bucked against the system before, breaking rules and getting things done... it was like the trunk was calling to him personally.

"Alright, opening it up." Grayson said as he opened the closet door and the air filled with the sound of flapping wings. A flurry of translucent purple snakes with bat wings flew out, both ends of the creatures tipped with snake heads as their leathery wings flapped just behind the heads. Gray stumbled backwards as the creatures flew out before he opened fire.

The proton stream hit a few, wrapping around them, but the kickback sent Gray stumbling. His boot missed one of the planks and plunged straight through insulation and the sheetrock below. Gray dropped to one knee, grunting before the other dropped through. Dakota lunged over to grab Gray but as Dakota reached for his friend's hands, the ceiling gave way and Grayson dropped down a floor, landing on an old couch in a mushroom cloud of dust that filled the room in seconds. Grayson coughed and sputtered, his fingers sliding against the olive green and gold floral print that covered the couch. The furniture groaned slightly before it collapsed the rest of the way, the back and arms heading out in all different directions.

"Are you alright?!" Dakota called down. Grayson threw up a thumbs up.

"I'm fine... How is it up there?" Gray asked. Dakota looked up and around, watching as the last of the snake headed ghosts flew out of a broken window toward the Portland skyline. Dakota looked back down through the hole.

"All quiet now. Guess they just needed some fresh air." Dakota said.

"Well... finish everything up up there; I'll... come help in a minute." Gray said.

"You sure you're okay? Your back isn't broken, right?" Dakota asked.

"Just my pride, I'll be fine." Gray replied. Dakota nodded, standing back up before he moved away from the hole. Dakota advanced cautiously on the closet, his proton blaster at the ready. He used the tip of the blaster to edge the door open but nothing else emerged. The closet was empty. Dakota let out a soft sigh before he turned, running a hand over his short buzzed hair... but there was still one thing he hadn't checked out, the steamer trunk.

Dakota glanced back at the hole before he moved over to the trunk and crouched down. There was just something about the steamer trunk that drew his focus and attention. Dakota took a breath before he lifted the latches and eased the door open, expecting something to spring out at him. While nothing escaped the trunk, Dakota jumped when he saw two big eyes gazing back. He dropped the lid and fell back onto his ass, though a moment later he realized the eyes were too cartoonish to be real and too motionless to be supernatural.

Emboldened once more, Dakota eased the lid open just a little at first before throwing it back the rest of the way. The trunk was full of a pile of artificial gray fur, on the top of which was the anthropomorphic sculpt of a wolf head. The eyes were distinctly cartoonish in nature, a slight grin molded into the mask's muzzle.

"Damn costume..." Dakota muttered softly, his pride still wounded at being startled. Despite his irritation, though, he reached into the crate to lift up the head piece. It was well crafted, felt fresh and in perfect condition. Dakota's heart skipped a few beats as he realized what it was. It was a fursuit, a wolf fursuit. The Ghostbuster felt a flush in his cheeks and he grimaced a bit as he thought back yet again to what the satyr had pointed out to him, that he was a furry beneath his big tough black exterior. Dakota set the headpiece down, not wanting any of the others to see him with it - a feeling that had been growing stronger over the months.

The satyr's idea had prompted Dakota to start visiting furry sites, getting more into the culture, but a fursuit was a big step... and it wasn't even his fursuit. It belonged to whoever the house had belonged to before it was abandoned - but that had been years ago. Dakota closed the trunk and locked it back up, barely having time to stand before the door eased open and Seth stuck his head in.

"Everything clear up here?" Seth asked. Dakota gave a nod.

"Yeah, just some evidence to consider." Dakota replied.

"Need help bringing it down?" Seth asked. Dakota looked back at the trunk for a moment before he shook his head.

"Nah, I got it." Dakota said. Seth gave a nod at that, relieved that he wouldn't have to help lug something so heavy down the narrow stairs.

"Alright, I'll go scrape Gray off that collapsed couch." Seth grinned before disappearing out of the attic again. Dakota waited until he heard Seth reach the next floor down before he moved back to the steamer trunk. He grabbed at the little metal loop bolted to one end and began dragging it along the dusty planks, a perfect rectangular outline left behind on the plywood. Even as he maneuvered the heavy weight, Dakota couldn't believe what he was doing.

****

The Ecto-11 rolled down the street, slowing as they advanced along the outside of the converted firehouse. Seth reached up and tapped the garage door opener built into the overhead panel, but as they turned toward they saw someone waiting outside. The woman was in her mid twenties, her hazel brown hair tied back into a ponytail. Her glasses had bright green frames and she wore a black button up shirt with a green under shirt. Grayson looked out of the window as they rolled past the woman, hopping out as soon as the vehicle had come to a stop.

"Hello, can I help you?" Gray asked, feeling a bit bad that no one had been there to greet any potential customers.

"Grayson Kale?" The woman asked with a nervous smile, "My name is Emily Sune. I've been appointed the liaison officer by the governor for the joint task force. I was hoping at your earliest convenience that we could go over your recent work, but I see that you've been out on an assignment. Would there be a better time?" Emily asked. Gray swallowed a bit. The governor had made the appointment without consulting them at all. Gray turned and looked back at the Ecto where Seth and Nico were pulling out the equipment to recharge and refill while Dakota and Eli were pulling out the evidence they had accumulated. Gray looked back.

"This is an important issue. We can talk now. Right this way please." Gray said, leading her back toward the desk. Emily followed after Gray, looking at the equipment being lifted out of the Ecto.

"So you use both the classical models and the versions developed in 1997? Wouldn't there be more efficiency in a uniformity of design?" Emily asked.

"From an engineering standpoint, yes, but it isn't practical in the field. There are situations where one piece of technology will work better than another. It's also why we have specialists for specific types of the technology." Gray said.

"For instance Nico Kingston being your trap expert and Eli Reed specializing in slime technology?" Emily asked. Gray nodded, moving to sit down behind the desk. Emily took a chair on the other side.

"That's correct. The division of labor really increases our success rate." Gray explained.

"Is that something you would recommend to the task force?" Emily asked. Gray took a breath before nodding.

"Yes, to a degree. Any Ghostbuster needs to be able to handle all of the technology that is out there, but at the same time I can see soldiers focused on trap mechanics. There are ion traps, muon traps, micro-containment units, improvised traps... That's enough education right there to keep someone busy for a while." Gray said.

"The Meson Riffle designs you worked on were inspired." Emily added. Gray's eyebrow lifted up a bit.

"You understand the engineering aspect? What is your education background?" Gray asked. Emily smiled a bit.

"Bachelors of Unconventional Sciences from Oregon State University with a minor in political science." Emily replied before smiling, "What about you?" she asked. Gray found it only fair for her to return the question after he had asked so bluntly.

"Masters of Psychology and Parapsychology from Willamette, Bachelors of advanced engineering from Columbia." Grayson replied.

"On top of the training you got in New York, no doubt." Emily replied. Grayson's eyebrows quirked again.

"You seem to have a rather swiss cheese understanding of our background here." Gray replied. Emily smiled a bit bashfully.

"Well I've been a fan of the Ghostbusters since I was a child... I had all the toys, I watched the cartoon. I even had all the episodes of 'World of the Psychic with Doctor Venkman' on VHS. To be honest I should have applied to the Ghostbusters earlier, but... my life has led me in a different path." Emily shrugged. Gray considered for a long moment before he nodded.

"Well you certainly have a background that sounds worthwhile as a liaison but we're going to have to fill in those holes in your background." Gray said, reaching to pull out one of their business cards, "How about you come back on Thursday afternoon and we can give you a crash course in the equipment and some of our basic policies." Gray said.

"You're going to teach me how to use the equipment?" she asked with excitement.

"You can't underestimate the position you're going to hold soon. You will be the voice of reason to a military group of Ghostbusters, trying to keep them pacified when its not life and death and to keep them in line when it is." Gray explained. Emily nodded before she stood up.

"I understand..." She said before pulling out a card of her own, "And if you need to contact me, here's my number. I have the cell phone with me at all times." She added. Gray took the card and stood up, offering his other hand.

"I look forward to working with you." Grayson said. Emily shook his hand

"And I you." She added before she turned, moving back the way she had come. She turned out of the firehouse and moved down the street, passing Dakota as he loaded an old steamer trunk into the back of his SUV. She glanced at it briefly before considering it nothing, bowing her head as she continued on her way. Dakota watched her go for a moment before he finished shoving the trunk in, closing the hatch back. His heart was racing, practically ready to leap out of his chest. He'd gotten the trunk all the way to his vehicle... Now he could try the contents on in his own time. Everything was going so well... He just had a few more hours of work to get through.

****

The long work day had come to an end and Dakota was home at last. Life on the east side of the river was a lot more relaxed, less hectic and spaced out a bit better. Dakota had to admit, working for the Ghostbusters had made life a lot easier to maintain. He'd been able to keep up with the insurance for his house and even effect repairs, though tonight he was going to put all chores on the sidelines and focus on himself for a bit.

Dakota leaned back in his computer chair, lifting a beer bottle to his lips to tip it back a bit. The amber fluid rushed out of the brown bottle across his tongue before he swallowed and sighed with relief. Dakota glanced over at his computer monitor, catching his reflection. He was six foot tall, muscled and broad shouldered. His black hair was shaved into a short Mohawk and a mustache and goatee adorned his upper lip and chin. It wasn't an uncommon style around Portland, though Dakota felt he wore it well.

The tattoo of the SNES controller on his right shoulder was as bold as ever, the ink managing not to fade in the ten years since he had gotten it. Dakota looked to be a unique mix of tough and nerd, coming together in a way few managed to pull off. Dakota turned his chair and looked over at the crate, wondering just when it had started. He'd always felt drawn to werewolf and vampire movies, to stories of people becoming something more. He wondered briefly if he'd gotten tougher to keep people from thinking he was a nerd.

Dakota slowly got up and moved over to the trunk, thinking about all the time he'd spent on his own. He'd been a survivalist, another reason to connect with animals. Animals could live off the land, off each other, on their own wits. Dakota respected that, but he still wondered when it had crossed to the point of being a furry. Still, life had rewarded him and dropped a high quality fursuit in his lap. The Ghostbuster knelt down and ran his fingers over the latches again, unclasping them before he lifted the lid. Just as before, the lifeless cartoon eyes peered out of the trunk as he opened it up. This time Dakota let the lid fall all the way back. The trunk was full of the fursuit, the silvery gray material glistening in the light. Dakota knelt down before the crate and reached in, pulling out the head piece. It was heavy and well sculpted but the fake fur felt almost silky and natural.

With the head piece out of the way, Dakota reached in to withdraw the rest. He pulled out the silver paw gloves and boots, running his fingers around the boots to make sure they'd fit his feet. Surprisingly enough they seemed to be just the right size. With the four peripheral pieces removed, only the torso piece was left. Dakota hoisted it out slowly, examining the white belly and a thick tail, managing to find the zipper. He ran his finger down along the length of the zipper, slowing to a stop as it began to slope outward, his eyes going wide.

While Dakota had seen a lot of fur suits online before, he'd never seen an anatomically correct one. Nestled in the groin of his newest acquisition was a furry package the likes of which boggled Dakota's mind. There were firm, fur covered balls resting beneath a thick plump sheath... and inside that was a shiny pink canine phallus. The pointed head was carefully contoured, the edges bulging and tapering in just the right ways, only visible if one tugged at the slightly stretchy material around it. Dakota carefully tugged the sheath back to reveal the hard rubbery extension.

Dakota felt a little foolish that he hadn't imagined such things to exist in his previous research of the furry community. As if drawn by instinct, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, seeing if it would retract into the sheath... but it didn't budge. It seemed eternally erect. Dakota flushed again in embarrassment, remembering that the suit must have belonged to someone else that would have worn it. The 'do not open' warning made even more sense now. Dakota considered packing the suit back up, but something started nagging at his mind. Was he afraid? Was he hesitating? From what? He was a manly man, surely a manly wolf suit of that size would fit him, and if he was willing to have sex with other men, why would he be afraid to go where men had gone before?

The Ghostbuster started to grin a bit as he thought of running a silver paw over that shaft, his shaft, his wolf shaft - completely inhuman, animal and wild. Dakota licked his lips a bit before he took another breath. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just try it on once. Dakota stood up and unbuttoned his vest, tossing it aside. His fingers moved to his belt next, unclasping it before tossing it. His shorts dropped down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, wearing nothing but his black and red DC skate shoes and thick white ankle socks.

Dakota's ignored the laces of his shoes completely, popping them off and tossing them aside, peeling his thick white sock from his smooth brown right foot before he did the same with the left. He wiggled his toes a bit as he stuffed the socks into his shoes, looking down at his uncut cock and his heavy balls beneath his trimmed black bush. He had to admit to himself that he was a handsome devil. Once more Dakota took up the torso piece of the gray wolf suit. He drew the zipper down to the groin, peeling it apart.

The inside of the suit seemed to be an interesting texture, almost like it was lined with super soft rabbit fur. No doubt that reduced irritation from whatever weaving held all that fur in place. Dakota was relieved that the suit wouldn't be itchy at least. He slipped one leg in and then the other, pulling the legs up snug before he slipped a muscled arm into one sleeve and then the other. Wearing the fur suit like an unzipped hoodie, he drew it up to his neck before he grabbed the zipper and moved it up his stomach and chest before it secured at his throat.

Dakota turned and faced back toward the computer, running his large hands up and down across his smooth white stomach, his silver gray fur contrasting his natural skin color... but something didn't quite fit. His cock was getting half hard at wearing someone else's fur suit but the artificial package kept pushing his cock around to the sides uncomfortably. Dakota grunted, grabbing his fake wolf phallus, trying to adjust it. As he did, the head of his shaft slipped up into a hollow core of the rubber rod, an interior that Dakota had not realized was there. Dakota gasped softly in shock.

Without really trying, his cock slid up into the rubber phallus like a peg in a hole, held snuggly. His cock even seemed to swell inside, growing snug to the tip and tightly inside the eternally erect rod. Even with the slightest turn of his hips, he felt his cock and the rubber sheath around it wobble in unison. Dakota huffed a few breaths to keep himself from cumming before he reached down, grabbing a wolf paw boot. The craftsmanship was quite impressive. The boot had paw pads, black claws, even false tendons along the back to make it look more animal.

Dakota slipped his large foot in, feeling the flesh of the soul of his foot contour against the slope and arch inside the boot, forcing him onto the balls of his foot. He soon slipped his other foot in, adjusting the legs of his fur suit so the edge slipped over his boots and the seam was hidden. Dakota wiggled his toes inside the boots and managed to get the boot toes to wiggle a bit too, only adding to his thrill.

Dakota lifted up one of his fur gloves, turning it over to look at the pink paw pads and the claws. It was so lifelike, so human and yet so animal at the same time. Dakota pulled it on over his hand, feeling the cuff hug at his wrist as his fingers pushed into the glove's fingers, working all the way up to the embedded claws. Dakota wiggled the fingers, seeing how much dexterity he still had. With one glove on, the other was slightly harder to get into place but Dakota still managed. His heart beat even faster in his fur covered chest as he realized he was covered from the neck down. He even wiggled his hips and got his tail to swing a bit before he grabbed at the head piece and lifted it up, looking at the wolf head eye to eye. The muzzle, the rubbery black nose. It was perfect, it was amazing... and it was his.

Dakota didn't waste another moment before he lifted the head piece up above him, aimed it forward and began lowering it down. The neck of the head piece was a bit snug as it spread over his head, hugging his ears and compressing down to his neck. Even as the top of the false skull rested against Dakota's mohawk, he had to use his gloved paw hands to stretch the neck extension down his throat.

The head piece had been positioned mostly instinctively given how dark it was inside, but slowly Dakota's eyes started to adjust to the mesh. He could see through the tiny pin prick holes. He took in a breath and felt the air pass through the mask and brush his face... but Dakota needed more, he needed to see himself. He moved out of the living room and ducked through the doorway into the bathroom, turning to face his reflection.

It was exhilarating to see a six foot, four inch tall wolf in his bathroom. Dakota lifted his hand and gave himself a little wave, grinning a bit... and to his surprise, it looked like the wolf suit was grinning. Dakota hesitated at that, the flash of concern moving through his body... and slowly his pointed gray ears flattened against his head. Dakota blinked, trying to calm himself but as his eyes opened, he caught a glimpse of the suit eyes opening as well. Something was wrong. Dakota hesitantly closed one eye and saw the mask emulate the process in the mirror.

Without any warning, the suit began to ripple across his flesh before it started to compress. Dakota grunted in pain as he felt it squeezing his waist, his wrists and especially his ankles. The flesh contorted as the ankles shrunk, looking a bit more like an actual wolf's might. Dakota moved out of the bathroom, stumbling around the corner through the living room and then the kitchen before he opened the basement door. He padded down the steps into the cement lined depths, running his paw over the shelf. At first he felt nothing but the diffuse pressure of things pushing the glove against his hand, but slowly he was starting to pick up the faintest sensations through the material.

The Ghostbuster managed to find one of the PKE meters he had built from leaked online blueprints, gripping the base firmly as he turned it on. The two spires on either side flashed to life and a bolt of electricity arced between the two points. The screen filled with tiny green indicator bars that flickered before climbing higher and higher. Whatever was happening was growing stronger.

In a flash of sensation, Dakota's brain started receiving signals from the paw pads of the suit. His gloves throbbed and began to vacuum seal against his hands, crushing and stretching and bending them. He could feel every screw, every bolt, every facet of the welding. He could feel the faint vibration of the meter. Dakota dropped the device in shock, stumbling backwards until he pinched his tail between his ass and the counter top. He let out a yelp of pain at his tail getting pinched, but all over his body he was feeling warm and moist and tingly.

The material on the inside of the suit grew even softer, the rabbit fur like membrane melting as the gray fur from the suit plunged through the liquid and into Dakota's skin, finding individual pores to anchor into. It felt like a thousand needles sinking into his skin, but there were so many that the minute pain felt oddly good. It was not a sensation he shared as his boots began to wrench his feet. He felt his arch increased, his heel wrangled around and his toes compressed. The claws sunk into his fingers and toes as the paw pads became part of him, the fur sealing to his skin all over his body.

Dakota felt the bonding and knew he had to stop it. He clawed at his ankles and his wrists, trying to find the seams in the suit but they were all gone. His chest throbbed and tingled with warmth as the white fuzzy belly became his, his own nipples buried in the fur rather than hidden behind the suit... but the strangest sensation came from his groin. Dakota gasped sharply as he felt a hot wetness engulf his cock as the red rubber phallus began to bond with his own flesh.

The division between rubber and skin disappeared as veins and nerves began snaking through the rubber phallus, the cock flesh easing out into the rubber as it became real. The pointed tip fused to the head of Dakota's shaft and a tiny hole opened up, connecting to Dakota's urethra. His shaft felt like it was on fire and he panted hard, barely able to hold onto himself in the heavy waves of sensation. Soon natural beads of moisture began leaking from the former rubber shaft, the cock looking quite natural and real as the veins pulsed in time with his heart beat.

Dakota's plump, manly balls settled into the furry sack that fused to his skin, the furry shell soon becoming his own body with his ample gonads inside. The sheath grew looser, filling with a natural lubricant as it fully anchored to his groin. Dakota sighed with relief as the tingling ebbed on his cock, the pain fading away to leave only the pulsing heat of sexual need. In fact, he could feel the sensations of the bonding had subsided below his shoulders.

Just as when he had put the suit on, he was really furry from the neck down, but the change was far from over. The fur suit continued to fuse, the fur covering his head slipping through the melting framework before sinking into his skull. Dakota's lips curled inside the mask as the fur covered his scalp. It was burning and tingling and yet it felt so right despite the pain. He reached out to lean on the table for support, breathing into his newly lycan lungs.

The sounds of the world around him disappeared as Dakota's ears filled in with slime and he went deaf, hearing only the heartbeat in his own body before his ears popped again. The sounds of the basement were louder, more specific. He could hear the PKE meter buzzing away on the floor, but he wasn't hearing from the side of his head anymore. He was hearing with very real wolf ears.

Dakota was so far beyond crying for help, but he wasn't beyond crying out in pain and arousal. His lips parted, but no sound escaped. The entire muzzle of the fur suit filled with ectoplasm, flooding Dakota's mouth and nose as well. The torrent of slime nearly gagged him as new nostril paths spread through the hardening slime. Dakota couldn't feel where his face ended and the mask began anymore, his nerves filling out into the muzzle cavity. The mask's mouth closed for a moment, opening up with thick strings of red slime that stretched and wobbled and snapped. As the slime pulled back, very real wolf fangs were revealed along with a thick muscled tongue glistening with thick saliva.

The black nose on the wolf mask grew moist, the nostrils flaring as the first true sniffs of air were taken in. Dakota could feel his mouth all the way through the mask, extending out several inches before him... but the last changes were just starting. The cartoonish eyes of the mask closed and melted away, going blank as the slime fused with Dakota's eyelids. It clung and stuck and fur grew out before his eyes opened through the suit.

For a brief instant Dakota's chocolate brown eyes peered out from the wolf mask's sockets, but soon a bright alien amber flooded the gray wolf's eyes. As they turned yellow, a grin crossed Dakota's muzzle... but it wasn't his grin, at least not for the first second. The feeling of pride and accomplishment infected his brain like a virus and soon Dakota's fear was melting away. He grinned, panting gently, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle.

Dakota lifted his furry gray arm and flexed, seeing his muscles beneath the fur of his arm. He moved his toes and his fingers, he slashed the air with his claws. He inhaled the dusty air and smelled everything in perfect clarity. The pain was gone, revealing an intense pleasure that had been lurking beneath the transformation. It felt amazing, but Dakota had to see it. He turned and bounded up the stairs, half the time on all fours and half the time on just his legs before he strode through his house, pushing back into his bathroom.

The creature Dakota saw in his reflection wasn't a fursuit; it was a living, breathing wolf man. Every fur was in perfect position, his nose was real, his eyes and ears were real... even his cock was real. He was a wolf, just like he'd always wanted to be... or had he? Dakota's mind reeled for a moment. Had he wanted to be a wolf? He was a furry, surely he wanted to be something and what was better than a wolf? Dakota groaned gently as the suit reached further into his mind, shifting his memories, filling it with fantasies of wolves, of transformation.

Dakota started to pant more, his very real paw drifting to his canine cock as he thought about when Grayson had turned into a black wolf, when his friends had turned into furries. His new memories told him he had wanted to fuck them so bad. His clawed fingers closed around his shaft and he started to slide his hand up and down, thrusting into his grip, panting and moaning. It felt amazing, it felt wonderful... but it wasn't enough. He needed to fuck something real, something with a mind of its own, but he couldn't go after his friends yet. They were too strong, they'd change him back. He needed help, he needed others.

The gray wolf left the bathroom behind, walking over his discarded clothes as he threw his front door open and moved down the steps to the sidewalk and into the evening. He would find someone to mate, someone to turn, someone to join him... and with allies behind him, he would bring the Ghostbusters the joy of being furry too.

****

The sun had set beneath the west hills, leaving the sky brilliant shades of salmon and violet giving way to midnight blue. As the stars emerged, the street lights were starting to come on. The sound of traffic rolling along Powell Boulevard filtered into Powell park, the headlights flashing against the bushes but it was like the sweet sound of nature to those that lingered behind. It was not the sort of park that children played in unattended, and as the sun set the park was left to those that stayed up just a bit later and were a bit more daring.

Lips came together in the heated passion of forbidden love, adolescent fingers tangling as the teenagers embraced. Being young and in love was never easy, especially being gay and in love, but Bryson and Carlos were lucky enough to be gay in Portland where there was a shred more tolerance. Bryson straddled Carlos on the teeter totter, the rusty haired teenager chilled to the bone despite his camouflage jacket and army boots. He didn't care about the cold. He would have allowed himself to freeze to death as long as he was with Carlos.

Carlos returned the kisses, loving the weight of his boyfriend on him. Every so often Bryson would break the kiss and run his tongue across Carlos' soft peach fuzz mustache. While most young men had an invisible first mustache until they started shaving, Carlos' was already black. He seemed so virile and mature and it drove Bryson wild. The two teenagers humped and ground, knowing it was dangerous to be in the park at night. Police could come, if not them it would be gang members or the homeless... but despite the cold and the fear, the two couldn't stop. It was as if when they stopped kissing the spell and the night would be over. Bryson's fingers tangled in Carlos' shirt. Carlos returned the kiss feverishly up until there was the sound of a breaking branch.

"What was that?" Carlos asked, his honey brown eyes looking around. Bryson moved to lick Carlos' ear.

"Just your imagination, we're still alone here." Bryson said, pushing his tongue back into Carlos' mouth. Carlos slowly closed his eyes, returning the kiss... until gravity began to shift. Bryson and Carlos gasped as the teeter totter lifted them up off the ground. They were at a decline, looking upside down at what had pushed on the other side. It took Bryson and Carlos a moment to figure it out upside down, but their eyes widened when they saw the gray wolf.

"Hello boys..." Dakota said, licking his fangs, his hand stroking his long, fat shaft.

"Lobo de dios!" Carlos cursed, scrambling to get up. Bryson didn't move as fast, transfixed by the wolf before him. The two rolled off the teeter totter and fell to the ground. Carlos ran on all fours to get away, howling into the night but Bryson rolled onto his hands and knees before looking up. Dakota took a few steps forward, grinning more.

"You didn't run..." Dakota murmured.

"You're amazing..." Bryson whispered back.

"Do you want to be amazing too? Do you want to be part of my pack?" Dakota asked. Bryson's heart skipped a beat. His body was ruled by hormones, he was in the human version of heat. Bryson nodded without a second thought.

"Only if Carlos can be too... What do I have to do?" Bryson whispered. Dakota gave his shaft another stroke.

"Taste my seed." Dakota replied. Bryson slowly licked his lips.

"I was hoping you'd say that." He whispered before he crawled forward, sitting up on his knees. He lifted his hand to take a hold of Dakota's cock, surprised by how wet and slick it was. He gave it a few strokes, getting the wolf slime all over his fingers before he leaned in. Dakota closed his lycan eyes as the lips began spreading over the tip of his cock, teasing the fissure of his slit. Bryson leaned forward, getting the head of the cock in his mouth before he started to suck and slurp.

Already, even without orgasm, Dakota's cock was leaking juices. Bryson took them in, swallowing them down. The change was almost instantaneous. His teeth began to stretch into fangs as his jaw grew longer, his face pushing out around the cock it savored. Every time Bryson thrust his head forward and pulled it back, his face grew out more. His nose upturned and the flesh around his nostrils grew black and moist. Whiskers began growing out of his cheeks and a fine red stubble covered his cheeks while a white stubble covered his chin.

Bryson sucked more and more eagerly, bobbing his head forward and back like an expert. The stubble softened into fur, covering his face and then his nose, surrounding his eyes and covering his ears. His ears throbbed and ached as they stretched into points and started to migrate up his head to the top. Soon Bryson was the proud owner of a red wolf head, but that wasn't enough for Dakota.

Dakota tangled his paws in the red head's fur, pulling his skull back and forth as he face fucked him. Bryson sucked and gagged on the cock as it teased his throat before his throat relaxed and the shaft went deeper. As Dakota force fed Bryson directly by dribbling down his throat, the fur spread down Bryson's neck and spilled across his shoulders and chest. Bryson's chest grew as white as snow while the fur on his arms and back were many shades of red.

The hand Bryson had used to stroke Dakota's shaft before moved to fondle his master's balls, but even they were changing. As the hair on his arms grew out long and thick, turning into a coating of fur, Bryson's fingernails grew long and curved, sinking into his fingers as they thickened into claws. Parts of his fingertips and palms welled out into paw pads before the fur dominated the rest.

Fur continued to spread across Bryson, covering him from head to waist. The crotch of his pants swelled not with flesh but fur, especially as his ass cheeks parted and his tail started to come n. The seat of his pants swelled and bloated before the fabric stretched, becoming thread bear. A tail tip pushed between the frayed strings before a tear opened and a fluffy red tail emerged, swinging away. The pants couldn't take much more and the crotch tore open.

The bulge of Bryson's groin swelled thicker as a furry white sheath slipped up over his eager teenage cock, the human flesh disappearing beneath. The sheath closed over the top as it filled with ectoplasmic lube, saturating the cock. A moment later the pink head pushed out but it was already changing. It curved and tapered to a point, it grew plumper and wetter, turning a bright crimson red.

The fur spread out further, covering Bryson's balls and his ass cheeks before funneling down between and around his legs. The fur coated his legs as his muscles refined. The fur plunged into Bryson's black army boots. It was strange, in a way. Bryson had insisted on wearing black army boots since he was sixteen, but over the years they had always looked too big on him. As his body grew fluffy and furry they finally seemed to be the right size, maybe even a bit too small.

The leather began to creak and shift gently before it stretched, tiny diamonds forming in the feet before claws punctured through. The cracks that started with the claws spread up across the shoes before the leather was pried apart. Huge furry red paws spread out from the former boots as they split, easily wider and longer than what had trapped them moments earlier. Bryson shuddered, his cock pulsing before thick yellow cum sprayed out all over the ground.

Dakota looked down at his creation, a handsome red wolf in torn camo. It was perfect, it was amazing and it was enough to make him cum. Dakota tipped his head back and howled loudly as his balls throbbed and released their full bounty. As Dakota poured his wolf spunk down Bryson's throat and deep into his belly, a silver light began to snake its way across Dakota. The Alpha wolf's muscles began to swell and spread, his pectorals rounding and his arms thickening. He wasn't just cementing the changes in his new pup, the corruption of another had brought him more power. Bryson gulped up the cum like a newborn suckling a hearty meal, his tail swinging back and forth behind him, brushing the ground. After several long moments, Dakota slowly pulled his cock out of Bryson's muzzle and looked at his pack mate.

"It's time to find your mate..." Dakota whispered. Bryson lifted his head and let out a howl of joy before he turned and took off. Dakota dropped down onto all fours, moving after Carlos with Bryson, the two disappearing into the night.

****

Moonlight spilled through the half circle windows of the second floor of the firehouse, cresting over the parking garage on the other side of the road. Eli had settled onto the wide couch, scrolling through old reports of the house they had visited on their most recent case. He reached up to brush his blonde bangs out of his eyes as he tried to shake the feeling that something just wasn't adding up. Title records showed people moving in and out of the house over the years, and utility records showed the dates where things had been turned off. People had moved into the house after the last time the utilities had been shut off, and items had been moved into the house after that point as well. Someone had left things there after it was abandoned. It wasn't entirely out of place if they had left in a hurry, but something about it felt more intentional. The stairs to the upper floor echoed as Nico trudged up, his dark hair framing his pale face as he ascended.

"Eli, have you seen that old trunk?" Nico asked.

"The one Dakota brought down? Is it still in the Ecto?" Eli asked. Nico shook his head.

"I checked there, then I checked the rest of the fire house." Nico said.

"But the rest of the evidence is still there?" Eli asked.

"Yeah, Gray and Seth have been helping me go through it to see what needs decontaminated or neutralized." Nico explained.

"Maybe Dakota decided to investigate the trunk himself..." Eli replied, though he had a sinking feeling as he said it. Nico hesitated, feeling the same way.

"That doesn't sound smart..." Nico murmured, remembering when he had tried to befriend a tentacle ghost and it had led to his own corruption.

"I think it's more a case that it doesn't sound safe. Dakota's never really worried about safety." Eli replied, "Did you guys figure out anything about the evidence?"

"Grayson's creeped out. Everything we grabbed is significant. Some items were anchors for ghosts to hold onto, connections to unfinished business. Others were natural amplifiers of PKE and each event that happened at the house made it all grow stronger" Nico said.

"Like it was all put there... as bait." Eli said, looking back at the tablet he held. Nico looked startled at the idea.

"What?" Nico asked, moving over.

"I was trying to build a timeline. There are half a dozen moving records well after anyone moved in or out, after all the utilities got shut off... Moving companies dropped off a variety of objects to the house after it was abandoned, but there's no specific inventory in the public records." Eli replied.

"We could call them; see if they remember anything specific." Nico suggested.

"That could work. I've got the number." Eli smiled. Nico reached to pull out his cell phone, leaning to kiss Eli's cheek as he leaned to loosen the fabric of his pocket enough to extract the device it held. Eli smiled at the kiss, glad that no matter the circumstance that they were destined to be together.

****

Carlos was panting and sweating as he ran along the street, hoping that if he got to a public enough place there'd be some kind of help. The headlights of cars flashed across him as he ran across the crosswalk, closing in on Ace's Player's club. Carlos made it to the other side, slowing for a moment as he felt the sting and stab of his lungs against his ribs. His respite was interrupted as a flurry of honking cars sounded behind him. Carlos turned just in time to see two massive furry beasts charging across the street, jumping over the hoods of cars. Carlos didn't have time to turn and run before the heavy bulk of the read monster slammed into him.

The teenager tumbled over the cinder block retaining wall around the outside of the club, landing hard on his back. The impact was enough to make him gasp for breath. Bryson had taken the impact better, maneuvering around over his boyfriend. With a slight dip of his hips, he smeared his slimy wolf cock across Carlos' lips. Carlos coughed and sputtered, but the musky scent invaded his nostrils. It filled his brain like fireworks at sunset, smelling of moss and forest and sex. He groaned gently as his soft black mustache thickened and grew longer and the moan was just enough to entice the red wolf. Bryson pushed his wolf cock into Carlos' mouth, letting it slide between his teeth and over his tongue, probing at the back of his throat.

Carlos tried to resist, but the rancid werewolf pre was so wrong that it was right and he began to suck and slurp on Bryson's cock like a starving wolf cub. As he suckled from his boyfriend's long, red, tapered cock, his his already honey colored eyes stained a brighter amber yellow. His pierced ears began to stretch into points that blossomed with black fur. Thousands of soft black hairs sprouted across his cheeks, creeping down from his sideburns, spilling under his jawbone, stretching outward until it met his thicker mustache and covered his chin to form a distinct black beard. Each suck of Bryson's cock stretched Carlos' mouth into a muzzle around it, his nostrils darkening and thickening as they tilted up.

Bryson snuffed and grunted with pleasure, feeling Carlos' humanity draining away beneath him. In moments he was getting sucked off by the head of another wolf. Black fur grew out from Carlos' collar, covering his shoulders and arms as his fingernails stretched into claws. His morphing hands clawed at his pants, tearing them open as he fished out his mutating cock. As Carlos tried to masturbate, Dakota crouched down, bringing his wolf cock to rest against Carlos'. Carlos felt hot oozing cum leak over his shaft and his cock, the heat soaking into it and making it throb and sting. It stretched and grew rapidly under the fountain of seed, the head flaring into a point as the shaft grew fatter and fatter and fatter.

As Dakota's cum seeped down Carlos' shaft, the flesh grew up around it in a hairless sheath, but moments later soft black fur exploded out over the sheath and his balls, growing into his leg hair that became fur. Carlos was soon sucking away before Bryson lifted his head and howled, cumming down Carlos' throat. The formerly reluctant teenager gulped the sperm down as his shoes popped off, his wolf paws tearing through socks beneath. Each gulp brought him more muscle, more height and more length. He greedily fed on it, letting his shoulders broaden and his hips widen.

A scream came out as the door to the player's club opened and a patron stepped out, seeing three werewolves fucking liberally. Dakota lifted his head and snarled, saliva flying off of his fangs as he scared away the others. The patron ducked back in and pulled the door shut. Dakota inhaled sharply as a thicker web of silver light suddenly shimmered across his body. His neck creaked as it widened, tapering out in thick angles across his shoulders as his ass cheeks widened and rounded further. Dakota couldn't help but cum hard all over Carlos as he finished his transformation. The pack was growing, and so was its Alpha.

****

Grayson, Seth and Nico gathered around Eli as he waited on the phone, listening to the report. Eli wrote down notable clues from the things brought in, ranging from statuary figurines to painted stones from Native American settlements.

"You're right, those are all strange artifacts... but is there anything else? Anything that made you or your men feel unusual even if the thing itself wasn't strange?" Eli asked, pausing as he listened to the answer on the other side.

"This is just too weird." Nico whispered, looking at the list.

"A trunk? A steamer trunk?" Eli asked. The others looked up. Eli's hand tightened, "Sort of a red finish, metal bands. Not gold, more bronze?" Eli asked, listening to the response before he took a breath, "I understand, thank you very much for your help." Eli said, turning the phone off before he set it down.

"What about the trunk?" Nico asked.

"He didn't want to talk about it; it took him half a year to get over the nightmares..." Eli said softly, "What he was willing to say was that the trunk held the wildest dreams but it wasn't meant for them. It was like the trunk was waiting." Eli replied.

"The whole house was waiting, it was baited to draw us in like some kind of trap." Nico grimaced.

"But all we did was bust it. The only thing that didn't fit was the trunk, a trunk that's now missing." Grayson said.

"If it was waiting for the right person... Dakota was fixated with it, offered to bring it down himself. I should have helped. He must have taken it home." Seth replied.

"If this was a trap, if he sprung it, there's no way to know what we'll be walking into. We'll head over to his house. Eli, bring a slime pack. Seth, get a PKE resonance pack." Gray said, though they all jumped as the phone rang. Eli lifted it back up.

"Hello, Ghostbusters?" Eli asked, "Calm down sir, we deal with monsters all the time. A werewolf you say? Three... Three of them. What's the address where you are? 2443 Southeast Powell. Got it, we're on our way." Eli said, hanging up.

"I guess Dakota will have to wait." Seth grimaced again.

"Unless this is related." Eli said with a wary feeling, moving for the stairs. The other Ghostbusters were right behind him.

****

While the Ghostbusters usually employed their unique siren to help clear a path, the Ecto-11 was moving down the street with only its lights on. With the canine sensitivity to sound, they didn't want to give up any more of the element of surprise than they had to. Seth kept his eyes peeled from the driver's seat as Gray kept a watchful eye on his PKE meter. Eli, however, kept dialing Dakota's number over and over. Eli grunted and threw his phone down onto the seat.

"Why won't he pick up?" Eli groaned.

"He'll be okay, Eli. It's going to work out." Nico said, trying to reassure his boyfriend.

"Guys, I'm starting to get something. It really does seem like a modified human signal..." Gray said, leaning forward a bit in his seat.

"Where's it coming from?" Seth asked.

"It's closing in from the... right, I think, it's too fast to triangulate." Gray murmured. Before he had a chance to look up from the screen, the Ecto suddenly swerved to the left, the sound of crunching metal coming from the passenger side as the door was dented. The Ecto hopped up onto the curb as Seth slammed on the breaks. The Ghostbusters grunted, buffeted forward and back but before they could recover, a huge paw grabbed onto the passenger door and ripped it off, throwing it into traffic. Cars screeched and swerved, slamming into each other.

Wickedly sharp claws slashed through Gray's seat belt before grabbing him by the front of his uniform, plucking him out without any effort. Gray tried in futility to grab onto the ecto to keep from getting taken but Dakota was too strong, pulling Gray to his chest as he broke out running on three legs. Dakota had only made it a few steps before the air grew rich with the tang of ions, smelling like it was about to snow before red and orange streams of proton energy shot out. Dakota ducked under the streams before rounding the corner just as the brick behind him exploded from the impact.

"Nico! That was a human pattern and he has Gray!" Seth shouted as he climbed out.

"Sorry, I reacted..." Nico grunted.

"Grab the slime packs, let's go." Seth said.

****

Gray tried to claw and bite at his captor but Dakota was undaunted, his fur thick enough to keep Gray from doing any real damage. The huge gray wolf lunged up over a fence, landing in a backyard, but it still wasn't good enough. It didn't feel right. He kept his pace up and jumped over one more, sniffing around before he spotted a particularly large bush to hurl Gray into. Gray yelped as he landed on his back, sprawled out across the branches of the bush. Dakota moved over, panting softly as he stroked his ever-hard and even larger cock some more, sniffing at the air. Gray moved to get loose but Dakota brought a paw down, pinning Gray in place. Gray stirred and shifted before he froze, watching clear pre leak down from the wolf's cock, landing on the crotch of his uniform, starting to soak through the fabric.

"You can feel it, can't you? The wolf in you trying to get out..." Dakota growled. Grayson's back tightened as he heard the familiarity in the voice.

"Dakota, it is you..." Gray whispered. The wolf chuckled.

"Of course it is me, the way I'm supposed to be... and the way you will be." Dakota murmured, running his fingers across the tip of his cock before he brought it to Grayson's face. Gray closed his lips tight and tried to turn his head away. Not to be deterred, Dakota pressed harder on Gray's chest until he coughed out his air and Dakota plunged the wet fingers into his leader's mouth, sliding them back and forth, coating his teeth and tongue with the goo.

Gray bit down on the fingers but soon regretted the decision as blood and pre mixed together in his mouth. Gray felt a familiar tingling start to spread through his mouth. Gray's fingers started to clench into his palms, his nails darkening and growing into points, digging into his palms as the claws sank into his fingers and the flesh grew over the top. Gray tried to resist the urges and feelings, but soon his jaw relaxed and his tongue slipped out. The tension began to melt away from his face even as he panted in and out to reclaim his breath, his human teeth stretching into fangs.

Dakota ran a claw along the soaked crotch of Gray's uniform before he used a claw to slice it. His fingers slipped in and in a moment drew Gray's cock out through the slit. The werewolf rubbed the pre from the cloth across Gray's shaft, rolling his paw around it, but it wasn't enough. Dakota's cock had grown larger with each wolf he turned, and it was large enough now to try something else. He cupped Grayson's shaft in his hand, needing no support for his own member as he moved them together, let Gray's cock touch his slit, and then thrust forward. In one hot, wet, tight squelch, Gray's cock was enveloped inside of the werewolf's.

Gray gasped sharply, eyes widening in shock and then awe as he felt pre gushing into him in reverse, pumping down his cock. Dakota couldn't risk staying that way for long given how fast his pups grew up so he reluctantly pulled back, watching with glee as Gray's cock emerged red and thick and firm, bloating wider and thicker. The head grew more pointed with each heartbeat before it was fully canine in seconds. Gray panted hard but soon tried to pull away. Dakota growled, moving to pin him with more of his body, humping Gray.

Grayson writhed and moaned, feeling his tainted dog dick being squeezed and rubbed and ground against the monster tool that had changed it. Gray's ears were red from the cold and the exertion, but soon they warmed up as they grew into points, the ears tilting back at a slight angle. Gray tried to summon all his strength to push Dakota off even as popping sounds came from the claws forcing through his boots as his feet turned into paws inside. With Dakota's humping and grinding, Gray's balls soon squeezed out of his pants, covered in black fur.

"I didn't realize how bad I wanted this, to bring out the wolf in you, to see which of us would be dominant..." Dakota whispered. Gray gritted his fangs as his face pushed out, the bones creaking and popping as they turned into a muzzle. Black fur erupted from his skin to cover his face before sweeping down his neck and across his torso, then his arms.

"I'll let you know right now it's not going to be you." Grayson growled. Gray's uniform grew tight as his shoulders shifted, growing a bit bulkier as they changed. His hips and elbows shifted to accommodate a wide range of movement.

"Big bad Gray's gonna show me my place?" Dakota whispered, moving to lick at Gray's canine cock. Gray shook his black furry head.

"No, they are." Gray replied. Rather than turning to look, without even taking a second to assess, Dakota wrapped one huge paw around Gray's waist and threw him behind him, the changing Ghostbuster sailing through the air before slamming into the Ghostbusters that had come into the yard behind them. Seth, Eli and Nico all grunted in unison as they were bowled down, landing hard on their equipment.

"I hate this part of the job..." Nico groaned, his back aching from where his proton pack pressed into his spine and ribs. The ground vibrated softly as Dakota advanced. Despite being winded as well, Seth managed to bring his slime blower up, clicking it to slime tether before he fired. Dakota reached out and grabbed the tether with his palm as it splattered and anchored before he gave a powerful tug. Seth grunted as he was pulled off the pile of busters and landed right in front of Dakota. The powerful wolf reached down to grab Seth by his neck, lifting him back upright. Seth had dropped his slime blower, both hands uselessly trying to pry the wolf's grip from his neck. A hot blast of breath came from the dark wolf nose as Dakota sniffed at him.

"You once told me how good it felt to turn Grayson into your dog... I don't think you gave enough thought about becoming a canine yourself." Dakota grinned, letting go of Seth's neck with his hand just as he came down, snapping his sharp jaws over Seth's neck and shoulder. Seth screamed out as he felt the hot blistering fangs pierce into his flesh, but his scream took on a shocked tenor as his blood began to sizzle and boil. Seth had always been the hairiest ghostbuster, possessing a long goatee that would have made most members of a metal band envious. As Dakota's curse spread through his veins, however, it seemed that he was about to become a lot hairier.

Seth struggled uselessly in the maw of the werewolf even as his copper beard crept up his cheeks, claiming more and more of the flesh. His brown eyes turned green, then yellow even as his forehead furrowed in consternation. The Ghostbuster's eyebrows grew thicker, wider, longer until they eventually bled into one another in a unibrow. Each heartbeat pushed Seth's tainted blood through his body, his chest rising and falling as new bushy bronze hair pushed out from the collar. His fingernails darkened from ivory to dusty brown to black, sinking into his fingers as the flesh crept over to anchor the claws in.

A dull tingling filled his extremities, his fingertips stinging as if he'd been stung by something he was allergic to. Fingertips swelled up and firmed, as did portions of his palm. Copper fur sprouted from his knuckles, the back of his hands, practically spilling out of his sleeves as he gained a fur coating. The fur spread out to cover everything but his new paw pads, leaving him with the hands of a werewolf. He could have used them as weapons, tried to break free from his captor, but as he was held there, he wasn't sure why he would even want to.

Slowly Dakota withdrew from the bite, licking at the fur covered flesh as it knitted together, leaving only a mild stain of blood behind. Seth's beard only seemed to grow larger and fuller as his face extended, leaving the crude human boxy shape behind for something longer, more angular and more streamlined. Fur swept around Seth's forehead, filling in around his unibrow. His pointed, furry reddish-brown ears twitched and his nose darkened as it flattened, nostrils growing wider. Seth's brain stung as his sinus cavity reshaped itself beneath his eyes, growing more sophisticated.

Dakota grinned slowly to himself as he felt Seth's khaki uniform grow tighter and tighter until it started to chafe and constrain. With a helping claw, he reached around to cut through the straps over Seth's shoulders, letting the slime pack clatter heavily to the ground. He then ran that paw down Seth's hunched shoulders down to the back of the uniform, finding where it bulged the most before giving it a singular cut. A rusty orange-brown tail flung free, wagging and flexing as the fur finished billowing out, no longer constrained. Seth panted, a long tongue hanging out of his fang filled mouth, eyes glinting gold. He looked up at Dakota with obedience and lust, about to beg to be filled with his master's seed when there was a gentle thwick in the air, then several more.

Seth yelped as he was tugged up off his paws, hoisted helplessly to dangle from the roof line by several slime tethers. Nico, Eli and Grayson stood, looking injured and bedraggled but defiant enough. Seth tried in futility to claw at the tethers holding him up, unable to reach them by design. Without any witty response or retort, the Ghostbusters opened fire again, but as the slime sailed towards Dakota, it hit a shimmering sheen of pearlescent silver moonlight that crackled and rippled across his body. As they watched, Dakota groaned, snarled, and grew. He popped his canine head to one side and then the other as thick cords of muscle raced down his neck to settle and grab onto his shoulders. Even with fur covering his arms, veins bulged and throbbed with power. Even the dirt around his huge foot paws spread out as they grew wider and fuller. Dakota filled his chest with breath before letting out a billowing plume of steamy vapor into the cooler night air. Gleaming, burning golden eyes lowered down as a wicked smile crossed that muzzle of his.

"Every wolf makes me stronger... And not just the pups I've sired, but their pups, and their pups. There's no point fighting it anymore. You already know it's too late, you can feel it in your heart-" Dakota said, though he wasn't talking to the Ghostbusters as a whole. He was looking directly into Grayson's eyes, his yellow eyes. Dakota dug in deeper, "You can feel it in your veins, in your loins..." he whispered, "The wolf begging to be let out, to be free, to be with your own kind... to taste the wicked seed of your mate." Dakota growled. Quick rapid breaths passed over incredibly sharp fangs in Grayson's mouth. He'd already been partially turned before, but as he listened to Dakota's words and looked at Seth's beautiful lycan form hanging from the roof, he couldn't help himself. His cheeks tightened as black fur sprouted across them, his werewolf cock already swelling longer and fuller again. Plump, furry balls escaped out of the hole in his uniform.

"Gray?" Nico asked with concern.

"Gray?" Eli asked after half a breath.

"Gray?!" they both asked in unison. Grayson turned, slamming into them both with a black furry werewolf arm, knocking them into one of the battered and broken bushes before he lunged over, grabbing onto Seth's exposed wolf cock, filling his mouth with it. He slurped and slathered his boyfriend's member with his tongue even as his face elongated and contorted. Seth no longer fought his position but instead grabbed onto Gray's head with two huge wolf paws, holding him there as he felt his boyfriend grow and stretch, his muscles filling his uniform out to its completion and then some as portions tore and tufts of black fur poked through.

Dazed, dizzy and incredibly worn out, Nico yelped as he was grabbed around the midsection and lifted up, his slime pack remaining behind in the bush thanks to cracked and snapped buckles. Nico wobbled as he was swung around like a ragdoll before being pressed into the torn up soil of the yard. Nico tried to roll one way and then the other before the air around his face was displaced by two rapidly descending fur covered ass cheeks. Nico's last gasp came before he was smothered between them, feeling his cheeks squished between the mounds as the top of his head was tapped by Dakota's wagging tail.

"You always were the dirtiest mutt of the firehouse, Nico, it's time to show me how dirty you really are... All you can smell is my musk, all you can taste is a true predator. Taste your new Alpha... join the pack, be the slut you were born to be." Dakota said, clenching and unclenching his sphincter as he pressed it against Nico's nose.

"Let him go!" Eli screamed as he charged at Dakota. Dakota reached out with a hand, grabbing Eli around the shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. Seth suddenly howled where he was hanging as he came dramatically, filling Grayson's greedy belly. The black wolf's tail filled out, his uniform tore down the chest to reveal more furry muscles as his boots tore and split out to reveal massive clawed feet. Once more an even thicker sheen of moonlight spread across Dakota's body, the werewolf shuddering in pleasure as his spine stretched taller, his arms and legs following suit. His already massive hand had an even easier time closing around Eli's entire torso.

"Soon enough, little one, I'll let you both go spread my power across this mortal world, but you have to shed that human skin of yours first." Dakota said before he squeezed his yellow eyes shut, pictured the world of hulking werewolf brutes ahead of him, and then came hard. The flow of werewolf cum was as thick as any slime blower could manage, spraying against Eli's chest and splattering his face with the excess. Silvery white tufts of hair started to grow where the cum had landed, giving Eli a mottled goatee, then beard. Eli struggled and wriggled, though the smell was getting to him. His nipples hardened, his cock stiffened, and soon he was panting more. Dakota took a languid lick of his lycan lips before he used his free hand to grab his enormous cock and angle it upward.

The flow shifted, hitting Eli right in the face. It soaked his blond hair, saturated his creamy peach skin, and coarse over his ears. Even in the rushing deluge, Eli could hear his ears popping and shifting before his hearing went deaf, muffled and becoming nothing but distant echoes of his heartbeat. It felt like he was face first in a pressure washer, but even as he was inundated he could feel movement up the sides of his head, his hair moving out of the way as his ears rose to new positions. They flattened out, grew thinner and tougher at the same time, blasted back flat against his skull by the geyser of cum.

Eli tried to last, tried to resist, but eventually he had no choice but to gasp for breath. He was hit by the surge of semen and his resistance melted away. He opened his maw wide, gulping and drinking in the seed before he relaxed his throat entirely. The flow was strong enough that it pumped itself down his throat and into his stomach, filling it in a matter of seconds before it began to dribble out of Eli's stretching maw. Dakota pulled the blond all the way up, wedging as much of his pepper shaped cock head into his mouth, over-stuffing him. Cum gushed out of his now black nose and the corners of his mouth even as his stomach bloated and rounded in his uniform.

Beneath his growing belly, Eli's cock hardened and stiffened into a hard tent. The cum had nowhere else to go and was working through his body, passing through his kidneys, then his bladder, and ultimately his cock. He began pissing reconstituted supernatural wolf cum, the seed pouring down his now white fur covered legs and dribbling into his boots. His cock throbbed and stung, being transformed from the inside out. It surged longer by two inches, then four, then six. It took a moment for it to catch up in width as the tender flesh turned from pink to red and then almost purple, bulging out at the base into a fat knot.

Dakota growled happily as he came all the way through Eli, watching the boy's white furry cheeks stretch into a muzzle around his rod, his uniform slithering and disintegrating off his body to reveal fair, white furry shoulders and a long luxurious tail. Eli's boots were the last to collapse, shredding apart as plump wolf toes wriggled, each one capped with toe beans and sharp claws. Dakota pulled his huge cock from Eli's mouth and whipped it up and down, coating him from head to claw in semen until the white wolf could take no more and collapsed in a puddle of cum on the torn up grass.

Even trying to constrict his flow back down, Dakota could only manage to restrain it to a steady and constant dribble. He shuddered suddenly as more moonlight poured over him. He snarled and gnashed as his fangs grew longer, two of them curving out of his mouth and rising up on either side of his wolf nose like tusks. Two more stretched out and down the other direction, coming down over the front of his lower jaw. The gold in his eyes took on an orange tinge, emitting their own light as his claws seemed to crackle with static electricity. Once more his limbs extended, his stomach thickened, his tail lengthened, and his huge, fat ass cheeks grew large enough to fully engulf Nico's head.

Beneath the massive gray wolf, Nico had lost his restraint. At first he'd tried to hold his breath, but eventually he'd been forced to desperately try and breath any air he could, filling his lungs with the scent glands of the most powerful werewolf on the planet. Nico had been surprised how much of Dakota he had smelled at first, smelling the man's natural manly scent with a hint of cigar smoke and straw, but the wolf aroma had gotten to Nico more and more, smelling of rutting and sex, of lust, of unbidden passion, of heat... and that was something Nico knew well. He'd always battled with sex addiction and it finally felt as if the struggle was over. Why hold back? That was his life now, sex... and all the joys that went with it.

A soft testing lick pushed at Dakota's ass, the blakc leathery ring probed by the wriggling tongue before Nico found the wolf's scent glands. Nico teased them and got some of the potent juice out, his tongue instantly stretching longer... and longer... and longer. Nico's erection raged and swelled as he whipped his tongue around like a snake before he centered it right where Dakota had wanted him to. The big gray wolf growled with satisfaction as Nico's very long tongue plunged deep into his dirty wolf ass.

Dakota grinned happily, lapping at his own lips as he felt that tongue slide in and out, deeper and deeper. He clenched his ass muscles and relaxed, giving Nico more to play with. Nico opened his mouth wider and wider to try and get more of his tongue into his Alpha, finding it shockingly easy as his mouth widened with the power of a wolf muzzle. His face had elongated, his teeth had sharpened and his entire throat was engulfed in the raw flavor of an alpha wolf. He slathered his tongue all over everything he could reach before rimming Dakota with it again.

The gray wolf snarled in pleasure, spreading his huge legs wide to reveal Nico's more modest body beneath. He hooked his claw into the zipper track and cut down the length, peeling it back to reveal a surprising tuft of greenish black fur stretching out from the center of Nico's chest, a thick trail snaking down to where his cock was already growing longer and more pointed. Without much effort, Dakota redirected his immense alpha cock over Nico's groin and let his rancid seed dribble down.

Thick globs of wolf semen splattered onto Nico's cock, each drop soaking into the skin. The cells beneath divided and then divided again, becoming denser and stronger and more plentiful. As the tissue grew thicker, more cells demanded more blood, pulling it away from Nico's brain as his thinking capacity diminished more and more. What need was there for thinking, anyway? He was doing what he was meant to do already without thinking. Dakota continued to growl happily as his cum built onto Nico's cock, making it larger and larger like he was sculpting a drip sand castle out of wet slurry.

Greenish-black fur spread down Nico's limbs, spiraling along his arms and stretching down his legs. Nico's body grew longer and taller, though he didn't seem to be filling out quite as much as the others had. Dakota found his alternative shape fitting. He was a slut, one to keep close and fuck at any time... No doubt Eli would fill him from behind as he rimmed Dakota's ass on a regular basis. He'd be a gangly wolf, the runt of the litter but useful in his own way. Dakota suddenly gasped as Nico's inhumanly long tongue managed to find the flesh between his colon and his prostate and started to poke at it. Dakota grunted, shuddered, and then howled suddenly as he came harder, sending a fountain of cum all over Nico's furry legs, soaking him to the bone. A smaller geyser of yellowish wolf cum shot up from beneath Dakota's seed, Nico's own orgasm joining with that of his master.

When Dakota eventually lifted his furry ass cheeks up, they slipped off the long freenish black muzzle of a very hungry, very horny, very crazed werewolf. He lapped and licked at Dakota's ass even as it moved away, never wanting to be without his master's delicious flavor. Dakota slowly stood up, rising to six feet before his knees had fully unbent, rising up another three feet, then four. He inhaled sharply as another wave of moonlight ripped through his body. His nipples hardened, then came the sting of other nipples forming down his chest. His arms flexed, his tail swished. Almost as an afterthought, Dakota reached out to cut through the slime tethers, letting Seth drop onto all fours. Grayson barked and yipped, snuggling his mate before giving him an open muzzled kiss to lick the inside of his mouth.

"This was how we were meant to be a team..." Dakota growled happily, "I always knew we'd be together." he said with intense pleasure, "It's time to go recruit."

****

Clouds had started to gather, blanketing the moon and spreading darkness across the city. The sounds of lewd, wet, sloppy sex echoed out across the high school track, though it was so dark that the runners hadn't seen the wolves coming until it was too late. A Jefferson High senior was on his hands and knees, drooling uncontrollably into a newly grown bushy blond beard as a thick, fat red wolf cock slid in and out of his ass. His lanky frail form was gaining new muscles as his ass got hairy and then furry, his tongue growing out longer from his lips as his ears stretched into points. Carlos licked at the neck of the teenager eagerly. Next to Carlos and his first conquest, Bryson was face fucking another runner, a nineteen year old with dyed blue hair. As the fur spread down his cheeks it faded from blue to green to gray, but the dye seemed to be rather prolific as the change spread.

Each thrust of Carlos' immense wolf member forced more of his cum out of the runner's furry blond ass, letting it drip and dribble to the ground, but he had so much to give. Every time he slid in deep, he delivered more cum which stacked on pound after pound of muscle and flesh. The runner's hands had been scraped up as they slammed onto the rough track, but already the exposed flesh grew leathery and healed as golden fur sprouted across the backs of his hands. Claws pushed out of his fingertips, scraping, and Carlos drooled onto the runner's furry back with glee.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd remembered the terror or being a gay teenager, having to hide himself from the world. Even when he'd turned eighteen, it hadn't gotten any easier... But now the world wouldn't be afraid of them, they'd all become like he was. They'd be big, gay, hairy, furry, slutty, horny, amazing werewolves and they would love it and each other. With almost a casual roll of his head to the side, he instinctively caught a kiss from Bryson as their muzzles met and their tongues slurped and licked the sindie of each other's mouths. They embraced as they had as humans, only now their corrupted bodies were corrupting others beneath them.

Bryson's huge wolf cock was buried in the muzzle of the runner now sprouting a greenish gray mane of fur around his head, his back popping and snapping as vertebrae reshaped and shifted. It felt oddly comforting to have the two huge wolves making out above them even as they shifted and changed, as if it was a sign of things to come. The greenish gray wolf growled from his newly minted wolf head even as fur sprouted from his chest and groin, covering avocado sized balls and his aching wolf meat.

The teal maned wolf panted and drooled as his fingers were tipped with claws, the fingers spreading wider as his palms grew. Elbows popped, shoulders snapped, his ribs pushed out. Every bit of wolf essence he took in pushed out more of his humanity. Never again would he have to worry about making gluten free vegan brownies, never again would he have to explain the difference between venti and grande. The only frothed milk he'd ever concern himself with would be the cream coming from his wolf meat.

A crackle of energy snapped across Carlos' black fur as he felt his chest swell with muscle, his legs thickening. His kissing of Bryson became more desperate as, after another moment, his body too began to shimmer with the lunar light. The wolves beneath them had crossed the point of no return, and with it came the power of corrupting another. They were a seething, writhing mass of masculinity without anything to hold them back. Tails twitched and swung, chests rose and fell with the heated breath of animals in their prime. Claws scraped the ground and fur meshed with fur.

Carlos broke the kiss suddenly to howl involuntarily, tipping his muzzle to the sky. Bryson joined in half a breath later, their howls finding harmony. One of the newly converted runners could not howl and continued to fill his belly with wolf spunk, but the other gave out a staccato howl as his body was rammed forward and back by such a large dog dick. In the distance other howls echoed through the dark night air - first two, then four, then dozens more. It was the call of the wild. It seemed their human lives had only been skin deep, and now that they were changed, they were changed forever. Their passions were carnal and animal, but their power was supernatural. They would be forever crazed with lust and love, filled with an insatiable desire to spread their kind, and the world would know what it was to be furry.