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Collar of the Wild 4 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Nuwisha55

The sound of heavy boots trekking across the rough cement sidewalk faintly echoed off of the store fronts, but the sound was far outmatched by the jangling of heavy chains swinging from belt loops and pockets, clattering into each other in a regular pattern as Jude moved down the street. The twenty year old was used to being noticed, it was part of being a street punk. He had a short three inch bleach blond mohawk that contrasted with the black stubble hugging his chin. The backs of his ears were loaded down with four earrings each, the silver glinting in the low light... but the aspect that stood out most about Jude was his jacket. It was an old battered leather jacket that had been completely transformed into the model example of a punk's coat.

The entire jacket was littered with metal spikes and studs. The largest spikes were mounted in the shoulders of his jacket, almost four inches tall; they certainly weren't there for anyone to cry on... perhaps to cry from though. His cuffs were ringed with shorter two inch spikes alternating with square pyramid shaped studs. The collar portion of his jacket was covered with so many studs that it looked as though he had bling. The final bit of silver came from each shoulder where patches of skulls had been sewn on, each skull with a Mohawk. Jude had once drawn attention from blocks away, though something was happening to the neighborhood, the whole atmosphere was changing.

Jude began walking past one of the likely culprits, a brand new store that had moved into the area; 'Tough as Leather.' It was as large as a grocery store and showed off outfits that were for every kind of tough guy from biker to punk to goth to thug to cop... With so much daily exposure, Jude was sure that he was less scary to the locals. There was also the fact that the neighborhood seemed to have a different vibe to it in other ways too. There had been way more divorces than ever and it seemed like Jude hadn't seen a woman around in several days, not after the last one had thrown all of her husband's possessions on the lawn before driving away. The separations had been less than amicable and very public. Jude stopped at the door to 'Tough as Leather', noticing that it was closed for a special function. It was probably for the best, he didn't want to get sucked in like everyone else.

He resumed walking, strutting the streets, looking for some entertainment. He watched a cop car shoot past with its lights on, catching up to a big truck that had lumbered down the road. Jude sighed to himself, wondering what kind of infraction they had taken part in. Jude passed an old abandoned Shop & Save shopping cart full of cardboard boxes and thought to himself he'd need to pick up a few things on the way home, though he came to a stop between two buildings, his intuition telling him he'd stumbled across a perfect place for shenanigans. Jude turned, looking around. It wasn't quite an alleyway nestled between the two buildings because they were connected and there was no way through, but it was a specific area protected on three sides by walls, cement stretching out beneath. It was a great little nook.

Jude wandered into the area, looking at the walls. He hadn't been the first to find them; someone named East had sprayed down the area with quite a bit of graffiti, though the style seemed to change over time. He could still make out the older layers boasting yellow and orange graphics, but the more recent work seemed to employ reds and pinks... and were far more suggestive. For a moment Jude wondered if East was a girl but then he found a small piece of graffiti where the words seemed to be made of pink phalluses. Jude cringed a bit, feeling that perhaps the nook was a place he didn't want to be associated with after all. He turned to leave but froze in place, coming across the most profound sight of his entire life.

Standing at the entrance to the nook was a figure, standing no more than five foot ten tall... But it wasn't quite human. For a moment Jude thought that he had come across some furry or someone in a skunk costume, but the details were far too perfect. The furry white chest rose and fell with subtle breaths, the thick paint speckled black claws on the fingers flexed with the slightest dexterity of a living being, the four foot black tail with two white stripes quirked and flexed and the pointed ears on the top of his head tilted and shifted... and it was most certainly a he. As strange as it was to see a skunk, stranger still was the individual's outfit. A dusty rose pink leather pouch was strapped around the boy's waist like a jock strap, holding a huge bulge and balls in place. He wore an open pink vest with a hood, showing off his fuzzy white chest and stomach and his dark black arms, and a pink choker hugged his neck tight. While his cheeks and lower face were covered with white fur, a thick black strip ran down his chin almost like a soul patch.

"I haven't seen you around here before... Nice threads." East said. Jude was shocked that such easy English came from the lips of a man beast.

"What are you?" Jude whispered. East let out a light and airy chuckle.

"I'm a juvenile delinquent. What about you?" East asked, striding forward, eyes pouring over Jude with a strange hunger, "Do you like to be a bad boy? Do you see what you want and take it?" East asked. Jude backed up, still quite freaked out by seeing a skunk man, but when he felt the cold, hard brick wall behind him, he knew there was no where to escape to.

"I'm not that interesting, I'm a pretty boring guy really..." Jude lied. East smirked, putting a paw on Jude's chest, groping one pec before he turned around and stepped back. Jude murmured in shock as he got a face full of skunk tail, but he gasped in shock as he felt blazing hot ass cheeks pressing against his groin. East started to rub and grind until Jude's groin was rubbing against the skunk's entrance, only the black denim jeans separating them.

"Do you want to be a bad boy? Live to party all night and sleep all day?" East whispered, "You've already got the wardrobe..." East said. Jude was nearly hyperventilating, trying to get away, trying not to be turned on, but the hot muscle grinding against him was causing his rod to harden, and the more it hardened the more it felt good.

"C'mon man, just... Mmm... let me go..." Jude said.

"But that isn't what you want; you want to grab me and fuck me hard..." East whispered.

"I... I..." Jude muttered, feeling so conflicted... at least until he started feeling a growing warmth and wetness spreading across his groin, the incredibly potent smell of musk and sex so strong it nearly overwhelmed him. Jude looked down, able to see a growing wet spot on his crotch that was coming from the quivering glands of the skunk... and he could see that the denim was starting to dissolve, breaking apart, revealing his underwear beneath. Jude gave a disgusted shout of dismay and shoved East away from him.

Being smaller in stature, East was catapulted forward but his animal agility was strong. He landed on all fours, though the scorn on his face was extremely high. He hated to be rejected. Jude moved to run, but it was already too late. East's huge black tail with white striped went up into the air and a cloud of skunk spray shot out, soaking Jude down. It hit him like a shower, cascading across his head and sinking into his hair. His bleach blond Mohawk started to grow longer, the yellow being stained as it turned green. The dissolving circle over his groin finished deteriorating, a ring of jeans missing through which only flesh was visible. His cock and supple balls hung out in front of his pants, veins pulsing as the whole length throbbed.

While East had once been turned from a tagger into a skunk, it seemed that he was no ordinary animal. His spray seemed to be having unique and colorful effects on both Jude and the wall. The paint on the brick became brighter by the second as it reacted to the spray hitting it, and Jude's clothes were changing all the more. Rather than dissolving, it seemed his pants and jacket were being both bleached and dyed by the spray. Swatches of blues and greens and purples and yellows were appearing, almost as if his jeans had been tie-dyed... and his jacket, while darker, was picking up more colors as well... but his clothes weren't the only thing taking on new colors.

Jude had instinctively known when he saw the tail hike up that he was about to get skunk sprayed, but he had been anticipating something that smelled awful. His nose was wrinkled up and his eyes were clenched... and that was where the chance started. Jude's nose had already been flesh toned, but just the tip started turning brighter pink by the moment... and it was changing as well. Jude's nostrils lifted up but the point of his nose remained, the nub shifting and contorting. The bridge of his nose seemed to sink into his face, leaving just the widening tip. It stretched wider, the flesh getting a bit thicker until it appeared to be an adorable button nose. Jude let out a grunt and a moan, the teeth inside his mouth revealed to be growing narrow and sharp, but the most distinct changes were now sweeping around his eyes.

While Jude's nose had lightened up with the change, the skin around his eyes was growing darker by the second. It faded from peach to tan to brown. Before long Jude's skin gave him the appearance of having a completely black mask around his eyes, hugging both in the shape of an eight. When his eyes opened, they were a brilliant jade green. Jude kept panting, but suddenly he wrenched over in pain, his face aching all over. In the back of his mind he was starting to wonder if it would have been far more pleasant if he had just given in... A pop came from his jaw, then another... then dozens of pops came before there was just a flash of sensation. His jaw had dislocated for just a moment as the joints changed, then it had started growing. His lower jaw grew longer, his face pushing forward to keep up.

Jude watched his pink button nose stretch out before him, feeling the front of his jaw narrowing, the alignment of his teeth pushing into more of a V shape. While it had hurt at first, the constant growth of his face was starting to become almost erotic to the punk. The more it stretched, the more of a sense of pride he had... and his cock was achingly hard before long. Jude was gaining a muzzle, but it wasn't a canine muzzle at all. It grew to six inches long, seven, then even eight... and it was rather narrow. Finally it came to a stop, leaving Jude with a distended, strange, odd face... at least before he felt the tingle of tiny hairs emerging all over his face.

Going cross eyed from looking at his own muzzle, Jude watched white fur push out all over his very long snout. It was more pure than fresh snow, bringing out just how pink his nose was. While Jude couldn't see the fur pushing out along his mask, it was just as black as the flesh beneath, growing to the same length as all the white. On the top of his head his Mohawk remained, five inches long and a bright green color, though the fur on either side of the Mohawk showed some faint black grow out that blended with the white, bringing out almost a dirty tan color as a whole.

Thinking his changes had finished, Jude went to take a step before he shuddered all over his body. His ears throbbed and pulsed as white fur erupted over his lobes. The ears pushed out more from his head, the inside almost as fuzzy but a distinctive pink. The white fur from his face crept down his neck, disappearing into his shirt... but Jude could feel it sweeping over his pecs, his stomach, his back, coating his arms. The fur came out of his sleeves, hugging his wrists as his fingernails stretched into claws, sinking part way into his fingers. Jude flexed his fingers, the black claws feeling incredibly sharp.

East lowered his tail and turned around, having exhausted his spray for the moment. He watched as Jude continued to change, obviously shifting into a ferret. The fur spread across Jude's revealed groin, his balls becoming a fuzzy tan color, his cock becoming a brighter pink. Jude felt an uncomfortable pressure in his jeans above his ass and reached back to scratch, but his new claws sliced through the denim like razors. From the new hole, a growing protrusion pushed out like sausage from a sausage maker. As it grew, fur pushed out over the entire surface, giving the tail a slight point. The fur was white for the most part, though the tip looked as though it had been dipped in black paint.

In moments the moans and deep breaths Jude made were overpowered by the noise of contorting leather. His boots were being punctured by thick, hard, curved black claws pushing through, tapping onto the cement as they settled into place. Jude wiggled his toes, loving the sound of his claws on the cement... In fact he loved every part of him. Licking his thin pink lips, Jude lifted his hands and looked at his body, incredibly turned on. His tie-dye leather jacket and jeans looked incredibly strange. He wasn't sure if he looked more like a hippy punk ferret or a rainbow pride ferret, but in either case he would draw attention no matter what, and that was most certainly his goal.

"I'm so sorry I shoved you, I... Thank you. How can I thank you enough?" Jude whispered, looking to East. East rolled his eyes.

"Remember the bad ass punk you are and meet me here at sunset, I've got more things to do... Until then, get used to your new body." East smirked, turning and sauntering off. Jude watched the swaying hips of the skunk boy as he disappeared around the corner, dreaming of the ass that could have been his. Slowly he wrapped a clawed paw around his cock and started to stroke himself, moaning... His ferret face seemed quite adept at making sexual expressions as he humped his own hand.

****

The steady growl of the skateboard echoed off of the old alley walls, frosted and dusty windows trapping in memories rather than heat in the abandoned factories. It was a somber place showing the decline of industry, but to a skateboarder it was a playground. Abandoned buildings meant no security and the alleys between them all were full of ramps and pits and rails, all the things a skater really needed... and Jonas aspired to be the greatest skater of them all. The teenager picked up speed, his leg pushing against the cement with well worn khaki leather skate shoes, his baggy cargo pants nearly obscuring them from view. Fingerless gloves hugged his hands and a skateboard brand logo hugged the chest of his sleeveless t-shirt. Even it seemed a bit baggy on him, Jonas being a rather skinny youth. In retro fashion, a backwards baseball cap rested on his head, shaggy brown hair cascading down on either side of his face as he felt the wind whip against his skin.

Jonas had been skating for several hours and was getting a bit cold, but at the same time he never felt more alive than when he was skating. He could just feel adrenaline rushing through his body, his lungs filling up with air, and... a peculiar smell. Jonas faltered a bit, picking up a most peculiar smell. Spending so much time in a dank labyrinth of alleyways had given the teenager an awareness of all sorts of smells he had never come across before, but the scent he picked up in the air was different, it was strangely exhilarating... Fresh leather, sweat, sweet, and a sort of spicy scent he had never given a name before... though it reminded Jonas of the times he had pleasured himself. Thinking of that, the youth got a completely involuntary erection, his baggy pants tenting before him.

The teenager moved along the labyrinth on his board, trying to narrow in on the smell. It was carrying on the wind, faint and disparate. He sniffed at the air, getting more aroused the more he smelled it. He tried one direction, then another, doubling back when he came upon dead ends. He felt a little like a lab rat in a maze, but he wanted to find his quarry. Minutes passed and the smell was getting stronger. A dazed expression was sweeping over Jonas as his hand slipped underneath the waist of his pants, sliding through his bush to grope his hard cock. He was so horny, but he knew he had to be close. The smell was stronger than ever.

Jonas spotted an alley up ahead connected to the road he was on, buildings connected on every other side. There was no other source for the smell. He picked up speed, sailing down toward the corner, a grin on his face and his eyes wide, wondering what the form of his prize would be. The last thing he expected was the back end of a huge skunk. Jonas skidded to a stop but it was already too late as he rolled into a cloud of warm, moist spray. It soaked into his clothes, the dyes in the fabric reacting. Jonas' shirt began to feel tighter and it visibly began shrinking, hugging his chest more, riding up and revealing his mid riff, his belly button exposed to the cool air. As the shirt shrunk, it faded from purple to a light pink, the logo fading from black to a light violet color. His pants shifted as well, the waist sagging down to reveal more of Jonas' pelvis and the top of his bush, hugging his ass cheeks. His hand still remained inside his pants, holding his package.

As the spray dripped down onto Jonas' shoes, they seemed to sizzle and warp before they fell apart, the socks dissolving away until Jonas was standing barefoot on his skateboard. He lifted one foot and used his toes to scrape the scraps of leather and rubber off the deck of his board before he stepped back, his toes gripping the rough sand-paper like surface. Even his baseball cap had been altered to a pale purple color, the brim stretching longer than ever before. His hair had been affected as well, the brown color fading to a dark gray color. A soft moan escaped from Jonas as he felt such a strange state of contentment sweep over him. East grinned as well, loving his ability... Though he knew that it was clothes that made the man, and Jonas' new clothes would be affecting him before long as well.

The first change came from the hand in Jonas' pants. His fingers grew a bit longer, his fingernails growing out longer, stretching into sharp pointed claws. His other hand developed the claws as well and soon his toenails were changing too. Jonas shuddered as his feet throbbed and then began to stretch out wider and longer, his toes getting fatter, his heels getting wider. Parts of the sole of his feet inflated into pillow like protrusions and his toes angled down, his feet looking far more like paws. With their irregular size and shape, it was unlikely he'd ever be able to wear shoes again.

Jonas blushed softly as a sensation swept over his backside. It almost felt like he had lost control of his bowels, but rather than messing himself up in any way, he felt flesh and bone and muscle coming out of his body, just above his ass. His tailbone had angled away from his body, sticking out over his pants before extending, inch after inch, then several at a time. The flesh hugging the new array of bones thickened and grew tough, the skin becoming ringed and segmented, a thick corded pink tail. It began to whip around as it grew, reaching two feet, then three, then four. It was like a snake as it slithered before it curled around Jonas' leg.

While there had been no dramatic and sudden change across Jonas' skin, all of the hair on his body had been gradually losing its pigment before becoming pure white. The change had the effect of making it appear that his arms and legs and bush appear to be covered in fur rather than human hair... and it was growing thicker and softer. The fur trailed down across his hands and his fingers, moving up his arms and over his shoulders before delving into his shirt, appearing a moment later as it swept up his neck from his collar. More white fuzz pushed out across his cheeks and chin, then it swept across his forehead and nose. Pristine white fur dropped down out of his pants and moved across his plump feet, covering everything but the paw pads. Even his ears grew white and fuzzy, then they merely grew as they pushed out from the side of his head and swelled.

The skunk that had started East's change had rolled onto his back and wrapped his own clawed paw around his meat, jerking himself off as he watched Jonas change. East grinned wide as he saw Jonas' nostrils turn upwards to face forward, the tip growing very pink before it trailed into the white fuzz. Jonas' mouth pushed forward and pulled his nose with it, picking up a slight muzzle. When Jonas moaned, his lips parted to reveal two buck front teeth. The thick fur on his bare shoulders rippled in the breeze as whiskers pushed out from his cheeks.

Jonas shuddered, feeling fantastic. If anything, he felt full of pride. He'd made it through the maze and found something a lot better than cheese. Jonas looked at the skunk and his throbbing cock before he rushed forward, falling onto his hands and knees. The skateboard shuddered as it rolled past the two, butting against the wall. The white mouse crawled to east, his lips parting as his tongue emerged. He gave East's cock a lick, then another before two clawed paws came out, grabbing the base as he started to lick and slurp it eagerly. He leaned in and then began to lovingly nibble the tip, moving his muzzle over it.

"Oh yeah, such a good mouse..." East moaned, reaching to stroke the back of Jonas' head below the brim of his baseball cap. Encouraged, Jonas plunged his face around East's cock, bobbing up and down. While East had felt like quite the slut when he had become a skunk, it seemed he could still be the alpha male when it came to others, and Jonas was meek and sleek enough to make the skunk feel like a huge manly male... though his ass had needs too. Even as Jonas sucked him off, East moved beneath him, spreading his legs wide, hiking up his ass, his quivering ring exposed.

While Jonas had become an eager cock slut, he still was a male and his cock soon sensed a hole that needed to be filled. A paw reached down, pulling his zipper down before a long, narrow cock slipped out, throbbing in his hand. Jonas brought his member to East's throbbing entrance before he pushed in, sliding in an inch, three, five, eight, ten... and then he pulled out before thrusting in again. Having become a mouse, Jonas realized just how flexible he had become, doubled over himself so he could still suck the skunk off. Soon Jonas was falling into the very unique rhythm of thrusting into East's ass just as his face plunged around the cock before him, causing the skunk to writhe and squirm.

East shuddered at the double assault, his eyes squeezed shut. His scent glands started to release more of his potent leathery smelling scent and Jonas' cock throbbed and began to grow even longer as his bush turned from white to a very subtle, soft pink color. He may have been man enough to fuck and suck at the same time, but he was quite possibly the gayest looking mouse that had ever walked the Earth. Jonas didn't notice, all he knew is that he loved this, he loved East and he never wanted to be without such wonderful physical sensations.

As the two mated, Jonas' rat tail coiled and straightened, tensing and whipping about, practically tying itself into knots in the extreme pleasure they felt... but all good things eventually had to come to an end, though for the skunk and the mouse it was nearly an hour later as the sun had sunk far lower toward the horizon. The two were bathed in the shadows of the buildings, the sky high above a dim orange. Jonas' back arched, his nose twitched and his muzzle parted into an o-face of ecstasy as his cock suddenly pulsed and his cum gushed out into the skunk's ass. Since Jonas had pulled off of East's cock in his orgasm, he hadn't had time to move back before the skunk's cock pulsed and sprayed thick sperm all over his face and neck, the hot cream soaking into his fur. Jonas started licking his face, a drunken grin plastered across his muzzle as he realized he had found his true calling.

****

Night had fallen across the city, the streets filled with a glowing sea of orange and brown as the street lights were diffused into the fog that had rolled in and the dew had fallen. It was a very moist night to say the least. The sidewalks and streets glistened, steam bubbled up from the storm drains and manholes. The moon was completely obscured, but to Ron and Mason it was just another day at the office. The two men moved along the street, keeping an eye on their territory. Both were a fine examples of how life as street thugs provided plenty of exercise. They nearly strutted along, looking for trouble, looking for any sign of anyone that had ventured onto their territory... and they also eyed the blocks across the street, debating the possibility of expanding the territory their gang laid claim to.

Ron was six foot two and two hundred and seventy five pounds of muscle. His tight black t-shirt hugged his torso, leaving nothing to the imagination as his meaty pecs and eight pack abs were perfectly outlined. His biceps and triceps were so big that his sleeves cut into the flesh. Glinting from his ears were two large diamond stud earrings. One of his eyebrows had a scar through it, interrupting the fuzz. His head had been shaved but it had grown out a bit, a dusty brown color hugging his skull. He had a scruffy faint mustache angled down on either side of his upper lip, a bit of a soul patch and more fuzz on his chin, while shorter stubble covered his cheeks. A thick belt hugged his wide waist and camouflage pants dropped down to thick boots with metal spikes sticking out of the front like claws.

Mason was, if anything, even larger than Ron. Old blue jeans hugged his immense legs, worn and ratty sneakers covering his feet. His red t-shirt was old and torn but it shared the same swirling black tribal pattern that had been tattooed down his right arm. Mason's wide head was topped with a short Mohawk, gelled up and curving around his skull. As menacing as he was already, Mason had topped off his persona with a thick black leather collar with thick spikes sticking out from it and similar spiked wrist cuffs. He was Ron's enforcer after all, the tank of the gang.

"So what you know about the neighborhood over there? Anyone laid claimed to them?" Ron asked, his hazel eyes peering to the residential neighborhood beyond, just on the edge of downtown. Mason considered.

"I think some people said there are a lot of taggers, but none of 'em belong to any gangs." Mason replied. Ron shook his head.

"Kids these days, what's the point in tagging if you're not doing it for a family, for people that got yo back." Ron shook his head, "Maybe we can teach them its better to look out for each other..."

"And if not?" Mason asked, almost salivating at the idea.

"If not, then we'll teach them to watch out for themselves, cause the boon dogs don't take to trespassers in their territory." Ron said menacingly.

"What should I do to trespassers?" Mason asked, nearly panting in excitement, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"Well first we scare them, corner them, show them our numbers... Give them a few punches..." Ron said, imagining it all. The two began walking under a fire escape of one of the buildings. Neither looked up to see the skunk precariously perched above them, nor his quivering tail. A warm mist fell down across them as they walked beneath, the smell of leather and sex filling their noses, soaking into their clothes... but as far as either male was concerned, they had just walked through a warm fog bank.

"And then? Then what will we do?" Mason panted, his tongue starting to slip out of his mouth. As his chest rose and fell, his battered red shirt started to split, revealing more and more of his chest. The thick brown hair on his chest seemed to be growing lighter, almost becoming a caramel tan color as it pushed out thicker. The hair on his arms was getting darker though, almost like dark chocolate.

"Then we'll tie them up... and open our pants... and make them beg forgiveness by sucking us off, making sure that the seed of our gang is flowing through them." Ron said, licking his lips, shuddering. His camo pants were growing tighter around his legs and ass, though the fabric pushed out around his groin, creating a large pouch... a pouch that was filling in with hardening cock. As Ron walked, his ears throbbed, starting to stretch into points.

"And when they give in? When they join us?" Ron asked, panting harder as they walked beneath a street light. The orange light caught his Mohawk, making it look almost like it was on fire. His brown hair had shifted, the Mohawk changing from its natural color to a bright fire engine red. Dense, soft caramel colored stubble had started pushing out of his cheeks, the hair on his arms getting thicker by the second.

"Then we'll haze them, put them through hell and then take them to heaven. We'll fuck them ten ways from Sunday and they'll know they'll get to do the same to every new member from that point on. We'll fuck them til they love us, cum dripping from their asses and mouths, we'll shower them in the stuff." Ron explained, grinning wide as his teeth pushed out longer into fangs. His entire face had started tingling. His mustache grew longer, dropping down on either side of his mouth, connecting in the middle. The mustache grew longer, hanging over his upper lip and the soul patch dropped down to connect with the hair on his chin. All across his cheeks, his stubble was as thick as his mustache had been before... and his ears were inhumanly pointed. His fingers clenched a bit, long black claws digging into his palms before he released them.

"I'll love that, so much..." Mason moaned, his huge ass cheeks clenching. There was a soft tearing sound before his jeans fell apart around him, falling to the ground. He stepped out of them and kept going, walking along in tight underwear and shoes... His tailbone had pushed away from his body and formed a short triangular nub of a tail, covered in dark chocolate fur on the top and caramel tan on the bottom, wagging away just above the waistband of his underwear.

"Then we'll all go back to the house and drink and smoke and party, a pack of manly men..." Ron moaned, his stubble growing out as thick as his mustache and goatee, the hair blending together, looking like a thick beard... but it was still growing, spreading down and out like a growing mane. The hair on Ron's arms was getting so thick that his skin was disappearing beneath it, his claws growing longer, his hands looking more like paws. His camo pants suddenly bunched up in the back, tenting and pushing out. Ron reached back to scratch at the discomfort, his claws catching the fabric before puncturing it. They suddenly tore just enough as almost a food of fuzzy silver and white tail pushed out of the hole, growing much faster without being restrained.

"And what about us?" Mason asked softly, looking a bit more guarded. Ron came to a stop and turned, grinning... which looked quite a bit different than it had. His face was dominated by a full beard that was already hanging down two inches below his chin and if Mason had been looking anywhere but Ron's eyes, he would have seen it grow even more. Ron reached out and trailed his clawed fingers through Mason's short beard, rubbing his cheek.

"Your place will always be with me... nothing's going to change that." Ron whispered. Mason's tiny tail wagged even more in glee, though the motion caused his underwear to fall apart and drop to the ground, revealing a muscled furry ass, the inside of his legs the same caramel color as his beard, but the rest of his hips and legs were covered in the dark brown fur. Wobbling in front of Mason was a long fuzzy sheath from which a drooling cock head peeked out of, leaving a trail of precum on the sidewalk.

Ron leaned in to give Mason a reassuring kiss, but as their lips met, thick muscled arms coiled around each other and Ron shoved Mason against the brick wall, starting to hump and grind against him. Mason's pre soaked into Ron's camo pants but neither cared. As they kissed and bumped noses, their nostrils turned up a bit and the flesh darkened. The tips of their noses turned black and grew moist, the nostrils splitting through the flesh a bit, their upper lips starting to change. Ron forced his tongue into Mason's mouth as the two made out, Ron's hands curling in Mason's red shirt before he tore it from his boyfriend's body. Mason shivered in delight, his nipples going hard.

Pinned to the wall, Mason was garbed only in his sneakers, collar and cuffs. His chest was covered in light tan fur and dark brown fur had spread down his back and up his neck. His beard fur had trailed down to connect to his chest. As Mason's tattered sneakers shuddered before thick claws pushed out through the material, it was clear he was covered from cheek to toe and that it was spreading even more. Where his arm had been tattooed, the fur over the flesh was discolored, looking almost red. While the caramel colored fur had stopped at his beard line, the chocolate brown pushed out higher on his cheeks, spreading around his eyes and across his forehead, sweeping down his nose. Even his ears grew fuzzy brown as they grew taller and taller, but unlike Ron's they hadn't quite narrowed... and, under their own weight, they flopped over to hang over his ear canals.

Tiny whiskers pushed out from Mason's cheek as two thumb sized spots of caramel appeared above his eyebrows. The fur had even spread over his huge clawed hands, though the chocolate faded into the tan to make it look as though he was wearing gloves. The last changes came as the two thugs kissed. Every slurp and tug of Ron's tongue seemed to pull Mason's face forward, stretching it into a short muzzle. The muscle thug's nose stretched, making him look even more canine before it was completely apparent that he had become a Rottweiler... and a very loyal one at that. Mason humped and ground against Ron, desperate to please him, though Mason was also watching in awe as Ron took on his true form.

Ron kissed and humped Mason, feeling exhilarated. While there was no doubt a sexual charge to what he was doing, his body was shooting adrenaline as it changed more and more. Sleek soft fur coated Ron's arms, silver and white. The brown had drained out of his beard, starting at the root and spreading down. It almost looked like the beard of a wise old man if it hadn't been connected to such a youthful, muscled beast. Ron's beard simply had not slowed. His mustache nearly obscured both of his lips, the beard flared out to the side and the base was nearly six inches long, stretching to seven, eight, nine... Before long the silver beard was sliding down to rest against his nipples.

Panting in and out, Ron needed more pleasure. He tore at his pants before pulling out a thick sheath, squeezing it until his achingly hard cock emerged. He grabbed Mason and spun him around, shoving the Rottweiler roughly into the wall, rubbing the head of his cock against Mason's hole before he started forcing his way in. Mason moaned, his claws digging into the brick before him, his hugely muscled ass quivering and fluttering as it embraced Ron. Mason was so turned on that they were doing this in the wide open. Anyone could see them and know just how sexy they were.

Ron started thrusting in and out, building up speed and force, losing himself in it. Each thrust seemed to seep away his humanity. Ron's face popped and stretched, his beard growing wider as the thug's jaw stretched forward, coming to a narrower point. His nose and upper lip followed, whiskers pushing out through the beard. Ron's pointed ears lifted up on his head, earrings still glinting in the light as his buzzed hair grew out to a short silver coat. The fur even spread up the back and interior of his new pointed ears, ears that soon tilted to focus in on Mason, to hear every moan the mutt made. Ron thrust in with such power, his thick furry tail swaying behind him. His shirt had been tight before, but it was stretched to its limit as fur spread all over his torso beneath.

Mason moaned more and more, writhing in absolute bliss, panting with wild passion before he lifted his head to the sky and let out a canine howl to make every dog in the city envious. His cock spasmed and thick jets of seed sprayed out across the wall, rolling down slowly as the musk wafted into the air. Even after his orgasm, mason still kept up with Ron, pushing forward and back, letting his master fill him deep. Ron kept thrusting hard, but as he felt his own orgasm approaching he shifted tactics. With one great thrust he wedged himself as deeply as he could inside of Mason, grinding tightly but holding himself there before he howled.

As Ron's powerful cock unleashed his thick load of sperm into Mason's ass, his body completed the transformation. The last traces of fur grew out, his muzzle refined, his claws stretched. He was a silver wolf, an alpha male, THE alpha male of the gang. They were all his men, his males, his pack... and his to do with as he pleased. A great sense of pleasure spread through Ron before he finally pulled out of Mason's ass. Mason spun around, dropping down into a crouch, licking and nuzzling Ron's cock before he took it into his mouth to suck clean, slurping it happily. Ron reached down to caress Mason's bright red Mohawk, appreciating his uniqueness. After several moments, Mason looked up with wide and loyal eyes. Ron grinned.

"Let's head back to the house. I think it's time we remind the gang why I'm the dog in charge..." Ron said. Mason nodded eagerly, rising back up to his feet... though that took a bit longer as the Rottweiler rose to a full seven and a half feet tall, towering over Ron. He had grown during the fucking and even more during the sucking, but he was completely loyal. Ron swung an arm around Mason's furry ass, walking with the giant back toward their headquarters, both of their cocks still hanging out freely.

****

The smell of sex and musk filled the little alcove between the buildings where Jude sat, legs splayed, his tie-dye jacket open, his furry chest covered with cum. Jude had been jerking off for six hours and still his cock wasn't soft. He fondled his furry balls, he teased his pucker, he stroked his tail. The ferret was a complete slave to sex, doing exactly as he was told. Every sound caused him to look up, hoping it was the skunk he had encountered. A low rumble came from around the corner, the growl of rubber on cement. Jude watched in surprise as a mouse boy clad in pink and purple appeared, but behind him was the fuzzy, soft, amazing skunk in a pink leather pouch and collar that Jude had been waiting for.

The ferret lunged forward, scampering on all fours over to East. He sprung up, wrapping clawed paws tightly around East, nuzzling his pouch. Before long he was even slurping and licking it, moaning happily. Seeing such a display of public affection, Jonas couldn't hold back. He leaned over and pressed his muzzle to East's, kissing the skunk, the two swapping saliva until East reached down and pulled Jude's head back.

"Easy boys, easy, we're going to have our fun but we're going to do it in a more comfortable spot, somewhere we can curl up for the night." East said.

"I hope it's close..." Jude whispered.

"It is." East said, prying himself away from the two eager sluts before he moved out of the alcove and up the street, walking along the front of 'Tough as Leather. He reached the door and jiggled the handle before he slipped two claws into the key hole. He fished around with them until he heard a click and the door opened. Jude and Jonas had been watching, peeking out from the alcove. When they saw East had gotten the door open, they rushed to catch up. East threw the door wide and moved into the store.

Jude and Jonas were both very impressed as they looked around, seeing leather jackets, speedos, shorts, pants, harnesses... There was something for everyone and it seemed the store was expanding. There were skateboards mounted on one wall, there were spiked cuffs and collars galore, there even seemed to be a display for pipes near the register ranging from vintage tobacco pipes to psychedelic glass ones... but East wasn't interested in any of that. He led his two sex toys to a private door behind the register and opened it up to reveal a wide lounge with a huge leather couch, leather recliners and a huge faux-furry blanket across the floor. East strutted in, removing the clasp on his pouch, letting it fall to the side. His cock moved out, swelling to hardness in no time at all. Jude and Jonas watched and drooled as East sat down on the fur, his tail stretched out toward them like a landing pad, his pucker quivering. East raised a clawed finger and beckoned them closer.

The mouse and ferret scrambled in, nearly falling over each other before they tripped and landed against East. East caught them both, wrapping one paw around each of their heads, pulling them up into a sloppy, intimate three way kiss. Jude and Jonas each reached to wrap their own paws around east's hard shaft, starting to jerk him off as they kissed... but as they gave the skunk a hand job together, they started to wonder if there were other things they could do together. Jude and Jonas moved their hips gently, staying close. East squirmed in delighted surprise as he felt not one but two cock heads probing his entrance.

Taking a deep breath, East relaxed himself as much as possible. Sensing the relaxation, the mouse and ferret began pushing in; their hard veined rods squeezed together sliding in very slowly. They made progress though it took a while, but after some time they were both in. They squirmed and writhed a bit, hitting East's prostate, making him shudder in bliss. Then, as one, Jonas and Jude pulled back and thrust in. East let out a huge moan of delight, bucking into their hands, feeling his ass get stretched around their cocks. He knew this was what he had been waiting for all this time, his craving for males was so great that he needed two to please him properly.

The ferret and mouse rammed in and out, picking up pace, working in perfect unison. Jonas' rat tail coiled around Jude's fuzzy tail, the two anchored together. They slammed in harder and harder, grinding like madmen, all while east moaned hard. Once more they both felt a soft warm mist hitting their balls, soaking into the fur, then a tingling spread into them. Jude had been blessed with golf ball sized testicles to begin with. Jonas' balls soon caught up and both continued to grow even more. They expanded to the size of kiwis, then small oranges. They could almost feel all the sperm being produced inside and East knew their huge furry balls had to be the hottest thing in creation.

East was drooling out of his muzzle, something that Jude and Jonas were quick to lick up. Their quivering button noses rubbed together, whiskers twitching, fur and flesh writhing together. Their hands had been unrelenting on the skunk's rod, ramming up and down with so much gusto that East couldn't hold back. He shuddered, moaned and then came. His rod pulsed as a torrent of cum shot out; drizzling all over their chests before dripping back onto the skunk's fuzzy white balls.

While East cumming had been impressive to them both, the most satisfying pleasure Jude and Jonas felt was the pulsing sphincter holding their cocks. East's body had been transformed into a pleasure sleeve massaging their shafts and they couldn't take it anymore. Their balls pulsed and throbbed and soon their brains were drowned in bliss before two hard jets of sperm sprayed into East's ass, being pulled deeper by the pulsing muscles. East's back arched, Jude and Jonas howled, it was all falling into place.

Seconds passed, then more seconds. Jude and Jonas were experiencing the longest orgasm of their lives. It lasted far longer than humans were capable of; it just kept coming and coming... Spraying, leaking, oozing. Their eyes rolled into the back of their head and their brains seemed to adjust, coming to grips with the new level of pleasure... but at a cost. They would never be the same, they would be insatiable when it came to sex and they had East to thank for that. They kept thrusting and grinding, pouring into him before, minutes later, the last of their seed flowed into the skunk's packed ass.

Jonas wobbled and fell forward, his face landing on one of East's pectorals. Jude fell next, the two slumping. East leaned back, lying out along the floor, letting them get used to their new position, his paws gently moving the heads of the ferret and the mouse. They found their lips brushing the nubs of East's nipples and their lips instinctively parted. They soon were licking and sucking on his nubs, earning a grin from the skunk as he pet their heads. All three relaxed, spent from their exertion. Even East's scent glands were used up, he had no more spray to spray for the night.

Across the room the heater rumbled on, warming the air, their interlocked furry bodies comforted. East continued petting the heads of his two boyfriends as Jonas passed out and Jude followed soon after. He watched their noses flare and relax as they breathed in and out and soon East felt sleepy himself, his eyes fluttering shut until they were a pile of sexually gratified fur and flesh, all bundled together. Life was most certainly good. As the three slumbered away, the door to the office eased open and Elius peered inside, a smile on the satyr's lips. He eased the door shut again and moved back out to the darkened store to resume his stocking of the shelves.

One hand stroked through his long beard as he put out new merchandise, the other hanging up all sorts of new shirts and pants. He had never believed that one neighborhood would give him so many males to corrupt, but after seeing a wolf and Rottweiler pass by his car on the way to the shop, he knew he'd be having a lot more customers very soon indeed. Elius' smile only grew as he contemplated that fact. He finished hanging up the last of the new wares and pushed the cart back into its place, starting to daydream about creating for himself the ultimate boyfriend... and just what combination of his many, many clothes could create that in a person.