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Good day everyone! This story is not meant for those under the age of 18 and/or do not like situations of the M/M variety! If you do not approve, or are too young to view such things, please close this page now and go off to do something else! Perhaps take up knitting or gardening! As for the rest of you, I hope you enjoy this spin-off tale of a mystical island where the workplace environment is quite..."unique"

Working with Animals, Muzzle Group.

"Ahh the sea...."

Mikail looked out into the vast, wide ocean that went on for miles and miles. The waves were calm, the skies were clear and he was serenaded by the sound of water lapping against the boat and the occasional cry of seagull as it lazily flew by. He let out a loud, relaxed sigh as he leaned back in his lounge chair and looked skyward, watching the white puffy clouds slowly drift by as the sun shined on his tan skin.

"What a way to travel," he said with a soft grin on his face as he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the ocean and the dull roar of the ships engine in the background.

Dressed in a white t-shirt and red swimming trunks, Mikail relaxed on one of the surrounding decks of a luxury cruise liner, payed for by his new job on an island resort he had never even knew existed. He stood at about 5'10, anaverage height for someone of his mixed heritage. Growing up he had learned that his mother was half Native American and half English. His father however, no one was really quite sure about. Most said Spanish due to his last name, but others said they saw some Italian heritage in him. He had never done the research personally, but it appeared that he took more after his mom than his dad. His body type however was a different story. All of the men on his father's side of the family were fairly well built and very hairy. Mikail however was somewhat built with a slight bludge of baby fat on his stomach and a light dusting of hair on his chest with thicker patches on "other" parts of his body.

He was a bit hesitant to go so far from home at first, but after he had been told about the pay, benefits, plus the free ride on an all-expenses paid cruse, he practically snatched the contract from the agent and signed it straight away. A few days later and after a tearful goodbye from his parents in Ohio, he hopped on the next plane to New York and boarded the ship along with a massive crowd of tourists heading for the island. The best part about this trip though, was the fact that EVERYTHING was included, food, a soft bed and all the time he wanted to just lounge around for a one-week trip down south. Although he knew that this trip was going to end today and his four month summer job was going to begin, he decided should enjoy the benefits while he had them.

A soft chime then suddenly played through the ships intercom system, but Mikail wasn't fazed by the sudden noise and just leaned back and listened to the female announcer.

"Attention passengers, we will be arriving at Pleasure Island in one hour. Please make sure to have your belongings gathered and prepare to disembark. Thank you for choosing Island Adventures for your travel experiences."

_ _ "Here already?" he muttered to himself as he got up from his chair and walked toward the ships railing.

Mikail stretched his neck out and looked towards the front of the ship where he saw a slowly approaching landmass come into view. He was still too far to see anything in exact detail, but he could make out a few tall buildings and what looked like a massive roller coaster on one side of the island. As his medium length black hair began to blow in the sea breeze he smiled as the ship drew closer and closer.

"Pleasure Island..." he said in awe.

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_ *HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!*_

_ _ The cruise ship blared its mighty horn as its passengers disembarked and began to walk down the long pier toward the main island. A few greeters and souvenir salesmen dotted the length of the walkway, some offering flower wreathes and others selling commemorative t-shirts. As Mikail slowly went down the ramp from the ship, he watched as the swarm of people walked down the pier towards a massive marble arch covered in vines and growth imbedded in the sea. He stopped to look around at the rest of the island, but he soon felt the light prod of someone urging him forward behind him. He took the message and quickly pulled his rolling suitcase behind him until he finally set foot on the dock and began to walk toward the island.

Most of the passengers chatted and laughed as they slowly walked toward the island, the shouts of salesmen and other vendors added to the noise until it all became a dull roar. As they passed through the massive arch, it was only a few more steps until they set foot on dry land and came to what appeared to be the resorts main entrance where beautiful flowers were set off into paths in four different directions.

Each path was marked with a different mythological creature statue at the head of each route. However, at the centre of the small park was a rather strange sight, a golden fountain with crystal clear water flowing out from the top and from other openings in a proud display. At the top of this fountain was a smiling donkey with a stem of grapes in its muzzle as he sat down and appeared to watch everyone as they entered the park.

"Not exactly my choice in decoration...." Said Mikail idly as he stood in front of the fountain and looked around the entrance for some indication of where he should go next.

Most of the crowds seemed to know which path to take and went off into separate directions as they entered the crossroads. Mikail noticed the bulk of them seemed to head north towards the tall building in the distance, while others went east towards a row of carriages that where being pulled by donkeys unsurprisingly enough.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and looked around for a brief moment until he spun around to see the smiling face of a black haired woman with emerald green eyes dressed in a long white dress holding a wooden clipboard.

"Oh hi there! Are you one of our new employees?" she asked cheerfully as she adjusted her glasses.

"Actually yes ma'am, I was looking for where I might go next." Mikail asked politely.

The black haired woman giggled softly at the remark and began to scan her clipboard.

"Well we would usually do an orientation for you, but unfortunately your ship arrived a day late. I've told the members of each house to instruct you on your duties and responsibilities on the island. Now what is your name?"

"Mikail, Mikail Cortez, and if I might ask who you might be Ma'am?" he responded.

"Oh, where are my manners! I'm Mrs. Creic! Owner, proprietor, Boss, CEO, and whatever silly title you want to give me of this island!" she said happily before she looked down at her clipboard.

Mikail froze for a brief moment.

"This is my boss? Why didn't I act more professional or polite! Stupid Stupid Stupid!" he thought to himself.

"Ah-ha! Here you are! Mikail it looks like you are in the wolf bunk house, now to get there just head down the path there marked with the Satyr and follow it until you find a fence marked "employees only". From there, just follow the path until you get to the marker stone and it will point you in the direction from there! Here's your key card!"

Mrs. Creic then quickly pulled a single white key card from the clipboard and handed it to him. Mikail glanced at it for a brief moment, noticing the image of a wolf howling upward at a number three before he put the card into his pocket and brought his attention back to his boss.

"T-thank you Ma'am! I promise I'll be a hard worker and won't let you down!" he said nervously.

"I'm sure you will dear! Now you get along! I have to find any other stragglers, and I'm sure your new "pack" mates are eager to meet you!"

Mrs. Creic smiled brightly before waving goodbye and wandering off into the crowd of people that had just flooded into the entrance. Mikail let out an exasperated sigh as he looked toward the satyr path to the west and headed onward.

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The walk was fairly short, after passing an area that smelled heavily of food and weeding his way through lines of people he finally reached the fence and continued onward until he reached the bunkhouse. As stood there at the front door, he took a deep breath and composed himself. He knew he needed to make a good first impression and the best way to do that is to figure out a bit more about the people here. Mikail glanced around the area to try to get a feel of the inhabitants. The outside seemed normal, well-trimmed grass and a sturdy, but aged looking wooden building. However he did notice the distinct scent of testosterone and sweat that seemed to linger in the air around the building. It wasn't to unlike the smell of a gym locker room, but it was very faint. He even detected a strange spicy musk as well that mellowed out the sharp odours. As Mikail let out a deep sigh and composed himself, he reached for the door handle when suddenly the knob turned and the door swag inward to reveal a small group of three men.

"Um...hi, are you lost?" said the man at the lead.

The three men seemed to be around his age and dressed in what looked like workout gear, mostly composed of shorts, tank tops, and worn looking t-shirts.

"Actually no, I just got a new job here and I was told I was in the wolf house. My names Mikail, pleased to meet you," he said as he offered his hand to the first man at the door.

"Ohh! So you're the new pup the boss told us was coming! Yea! Sorry I had completely forgotten and was heading out! My names Tomas, these two behind me are James and Fred," he said as he gestured to the two behind him and took Mikail's hand in a strong grip.

At the lead, Tomas was the largest in terms of bulk. He had blonde, spiked hair, a square chiselled jaw, and deep brown eyes. Behind him was James, a lankier fellow with black hair and blue eyes. He was the tallest of the group; standing at what Mikail could only guess was about 6'5 with a calmer, rounded face and a few signs of ache on his cheeks. Finally bringing up the rear was Fred, his hair kept short in a crew cut and standing at about the same height as Tomas. However, his body was much rounder than the other boys. He carried a slight gut and had thick, meaty arms and sausage like fingers.

"Ok, ummm...so she told us we need to give you a tour and tell you what you are going to be doing...Normally Victor handles this stuff because he's the Alpha, but he's out right now. Hope you don't mind the shortened version!" said Tomas with a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Excuse me...Alpha? What do you mean by that," asked Mikail.

"Oh! Well, he's sort of like the leader of the house. Don't worry we will explain that stuff on the way and you can meet him later. Right now we need to get you going before sunset when our shifts start!" said Tomas urgently.

"Um, ok sure, just let me get my stuff put in my room real quick and-"

Tomas suddenly cut him off mid-sentence as he reached over and grabbed Mikail's suitcase and set it inside the house.

"Don't worry, your stuff is tagged and no one will take it. Come on! We gotta get moving!" said Tomas as the three boys stepped out of the house and closed the door behind them.

Mikail tried to protest, but suddenly James came up from behind him and started moving him forward, nearly causing him to loose balance. Tomas and Fred chuckled softly as they watched him stumble before he regained his composure and stood upright and walked with a proud step. The boys then began to walk down the path, passing the marker stone and going back the way Mikail had came.

"Ok, so you passed through Pan's Garden, that's where the dining hall is and where the customer's go to eat. We get three squares a day at six, noon and--"

Then Tomas was suddenly cut off when he saw someone rush past the gate, gripping their hands on top of their head and running at top speed. He was dressed in overalls and work boots and didn't say a word as he nearly rammed into Mikail before he ran off into one of the other houses from the marker stone.

The boys were slightly stunned for a brief moment before they all shrugged it off and continued onward toward the gate.

"What was his problem?" Mikail asked as they continued to walk.

"Dunno...looked like he was from Donk house," James said gruffly

"Are they always like that?" asked Mikail as the group passed through the gate and back into Pan's Garden.

"Whenever they aren't humping each other," said Frank sarcastically as the group began to walk down the street and back into the main shopping area.

"Oh, so there...Wait, how can the managers know that? Like if you are known to be gay they just chuck you in there with them?" asked Mikail with a hint of reservation in his voice.

"Nah, they just always seem to end up there for some reason. But don't mind them, they are a nice bunch most days. Just don't ever get into a drinking contest with them...or with anyone in the Satyr house. Though guys will drink your ass under the table and will... do things to you..." said Tomas with a hesitant chuckle as he turned a corner and the rest followed.

"Wait, so both of them are?" stammered Mikail.

"Don't worry about it man, you just gotta worry about us and making sure you show that the wolf house is the best out of the bunch," James said cheerfully as he reached down and gave Mikail a pat on the back.

"Well, if you say so..." said Mikail as the continued onto the path and slowly came up to a fork in the road.

Tomas, who was at the lead, stopped as the reached a sign marked with different animals and around and faced Mikail.

"Enough about that, we got a lot of ground to cover and training to do. First, we are going to hit up Aphrodite's Spa and then we will show you around Mermaid Lagoon. Hopefully that boat that brought you in also brought in a fresh pack of new lady's. The beach has been wrinkle city forever and I've been looking forward to this summer," Tomas said as he gave the group a sly wink.

Frank and James chuckled behind him and Mikail smirked half-heartedly as they began to continue toward the large hotel looking building in the distance.

"Anyway after that we head to Joy Land. Wolf house is in charge of the night park workers, guides, and security. So you need to know this place fairly well. We won't go to the fields or show you the park underground until later. Any questions," he asked as he finished.

"I'm good!" said Mikail with false enthusiasm as the boys continued onward with him slowly beginning to linger behind.

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There was something Mikail had neglected to mention to his new "pack mates" as he was told to call them as they went on a tour of the island.

He was gay.

He was excellent at hiding it however, knowing when to stare and when not to. Moreover, his utter distain for anyone who acted "flamboyant" or spoke with an overly exaggerated lisp made sure he wasn't associated with any of the obvious gays. In actuality, he was quite hetero when it came to his likes and interests. He loved sports, cars, the occasional party and music. But, it was in high school when he really came to terms with who he really was and what his interests where.

It was only a few years ago when he was a freshman and had just gotten on the wrestling team. Freshly dressed in tight fitting spandex he was told to grapple with the team's captain who was a six-foot wall of muscle. Back then, he had to admit he was scared shitless, but that fear was pushed out of his mind the moment the whistle blew and the behemoth came charging. The fight was fairly short as expected; he struggled in vain for a while until he was eventually pinned down in a particularly tight scissor hold. However, after a few more rounds the practice was over, and he and the rest of the team hit the showers.

He remembered how shaken with excitement he was when he found out that he had gotten a spot on the team as he undressed in the locker room. His thoughts were all about what the future would bring and if this would be just the start of the best years of his life. However, just as the adrenaline had finally begun to wear off he pulled down his pants and was about to remove his cup from his athletic shorts he realized something off. He knew his mind was a bit occupied with his body fighting for what felt like his life, but it seemed that there was a side effect to all that grappling. He was sporting a rather obvious erection that stood tented in his tightly fitting shorts that he never even realized

Thankfully, he remembered to wear his cup and wasn't marked as a "homo" on the spot.

As the years went on the same problem persisted, every match or practice he was in he always ended up sporting wood. For some reason the feeling of another man grinding and rubbing against him while they fought for dominance was a major turn on to him like none he had ever experienced before. At first he thought these feelings were wrong and tried dating women to try to push those thoughts out of his head, but he still found himself drawn to big, beefy men no matter how hard he tried. Eventually though, one day a teammate caught him in the shower when he had removed his cup and saw his rather modest six inch erection. Thankfully though, he had been accepting of it and even admitted that he was actually gay. His name was Jared and they dated in secret for two years. They had lost their virginity to each other and Mikail had learned to accept his own feelings, but after they graduated they eventually drifted apart.

"...and we spend about an hour patrolling sector A in pre-set shifts...Hey are you listening," asked Tomas as he suddenly stopped with his explanation and turned around.

Mikail suddenly snapped out of his daydream and realized that they were standing at the gate to the amusement park. "Joy Land" was lit up in bright red letters and above the sign was a picture of a cartoonish donkey smiling with its big buckteeth.

"Huh?!? Oh yea! Sorry! Sector A, every hour on pre-set shifts, got it!" stammered Mikail as he silently hoped that he wouldn't be placed on patrol on his first day.

"Right....anyway let's check out the park real quick, my shift starts in an hour and I wanna get cleaned up before then," Tomas said as he began to lead the group though the wide open gates.

As they entered the park, Mikail looked around in awe at the twisting rides and the main street that stretched from one end of the park to the other. There were quite a few guests lingering around the main entrance, most of them standing in lines up and down the main boulevard that was decorated in the same style as the entrance to the island. It appeared that most of the lines lead off to game booths and snack stands, while a few other smaller crowds were gathered around a few street performers and vendors. As the people milled around the park, Mikail noticed that a good portion of the people there were wearing a strange looking type of headgear. He saw a few strange looking horned hats, some pointed upwards like a bull and others curled like a rams. It also seemed that headbands were quite popular as well, some of them with canine looking ears attached and others with long, floppy ears that reminded Mikail of a donkey's. There were a few other variations, some headbands with feline ears and other hats with strange accessories, but overall it seemed innocent.

As the boys began to walk toward what looked like a central hub of the park, Mikail even noticed a few people that seemed to have tail-like accessories looped into their belts. As the group finally reached the centre of the park, Mikail took a quick look at his surroundings, counting nearly four contraptions that looked like rollercoasters, plus a massive Ferris wheel that occupied a good portion of the skyline to the east.

"Alright, this is Joy Land!" shouted Tomas with arms outstretched dramatically as he stood in front of a stone statue of a donkey that faced towards the entrance.

"Mino's and other houses run everything during the day, but once the sun goes down this is our place! We get some help from the other houses on busy days, but mostly it's the wolves that run the show at night," Tomas continued with a wide grin.

"Sounds fun, what do we do?" asked Mikail curiously.

Tomas chuckled as he lowered his hands and began to pace back and forth in front of the statue.

"Well just about anything, rides, game booths, all sorts of different stuff. Wolf house is probably the second biggest house on the island so we end up doing all sorts of things around here."

"Which house is the biggest then?" asked Mikail.

"That'd be Satyr, they are the cooks on the island and they need to be almost everywhere, wolf is behind them, followed by the donks, Mino's, Leo's and then all of the lesser "specialist" houses," Tomas continued as he listed them off one by one.

"So what's with all the donk stuff then if they aren't the biggest?" Mikail asked curiously

Tomas shrugged as he stopped and looked out towards the setting sun in the distance.

"Heck if I know, that's Mrs. C's thing and you would have to ask her about that. Anyway, I think that about wraps up the tour, any questions?" asked Tomas as he turned to face Mikail.

Mikail hesitated for a brief moment before he nodded and smiled confidently.

"Good! Let's head back, the whole pack should be getting ready so we can introduce you to the Alpha and everyone else." Said Tomas as he walked past everyone and began to lead the group back towards the gate.

Mikail however lingered in the parks hub for a moment, looking around the park in awe and checking out all the rides that dotted the landscape. He then noticed the sun setting on the horizon and turning the sky a bright orange. He smiled lightly as he felt the warm glow on his skin as he watched it slowly disappear into the ocean. He then suddenly heard Tomas and his friends shouting for him in the distance and quickly turned and ran towards the entrance, trying to catch up.

But then there was a sudden flood of people that came rushing into the park along with a few of the groups that broke off from some of the performers as they finished their act. Mikail gulped as he watched the wave coming right for him and he tried to find whatever path would have offered the least resistance.

"Ah! Umm, excuse me! Excuse me!" said Mikail repeatedly as he waded through the wave of guests until he was finally able to breach the tide and come out into an open area.

Mikail quickly rushed up to the main gate before he was hit with another wave and looked around, trying to find Tomas as his group.

But they were nowhere to be found.

"Guys? Hello?" he cried out as he looked around for them, making a few people turn their heads as they walked in and out of the park before they continued with what they were doing.

"Great...ditched on the first day..." he muttered to himself as he paced back and forth underneath the sign.

Suddenly then Mikail felt a finger tap him on the shoulder and he quickly turned with a relieved smile, thinking it was one of the boys. However, it wasn't Tomas, Fred, or James. Behind him stood a boy that looked around his age, if not a bit younger. His hair was pitch black and he had striking green eyes that only added more to his youthful face. However he also sported a small goatee that gave him a sort of impish charm that was kept neatly trimmed. He was also dressed in a casual attire of a t-shirt and shorts, which appeared to be covered in small patches of a faint, white powder.

"Hi there, my name is Cameron. Are you lost?" he asked with a cheerful grin as he offered his hand that lead up to a muscular arm that seemed a little dis-proportionate to the rest of his body.

Mikail nodded and took his hand and politely shook it.

"I'm Mikail, and no I'm not lost, I just lost the people I was with. Did you see any of them? There was a tall fellow with some pimples, and a large guy with short hair..."

"I think you were looking for Tomas and his little group yea? Sorry...they aren't known for waiting." He suddenly interrupted with a lopsided grin.

"Great," groaned Mikail as he turned toward the exit and began walking.

As he walked, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps following closely behind. Mikail turned his head to see Cameron following alongside him, swinging his arms slightly and humming some unknown tune for a few moments before he turned towards Mikail as they walked.

"I'm guessing then since you were with them, that means you're wolf house then?" he asked casually.

"Yea, my boat was a day late so they were supposed to be training me. I got a bit distracted and lost them in the crowd. I figure they must have headed back to the house, they said their shift started soon." Mikail responded.

"Ah, well I'm from the Satyr house, I work as a baker most mornings, but I've got a dinner shift tonight. I'm not looking forward to it, so I decided to hang out in the park for a bit. But I need to start heading back now, mind if I walk with you?" Cameron asked as they continued onwards.

"Sure, no problem," Mikail said with a slight smile as they reached a crossroads and took a left.

The two boys were silent for a brief moment as they went through the wooded path that lead to Pan's Garden but it wasn't long until Cameron asked where Mikail was from and they quickly struck up a conversation.

Cameron had apparently been working on the island for a full two years, he was originally from California where he worked in his parents café as he grew up. His background was a bit of Irish mixed in with German, which gave him his fair complexion and slight amount of hair on his forearms. He spoke of how he was actually quite happy where he worked even though it was essentially the same thing he had been doing sense he was little. But he shrugged off those thoughts of repetition with the fact that he couldn't find any reason to complain about doing something he did well.

The two then began to talk about common interests, mostly videogames, travel and different foods. Soon the topic began to drift towards more "adult" themes as they reached the garden and began walking toward the gate to the bunkhouse area.

"So....is it true what I heard about the Satyr house? I mean, that you're all..." Mikail asked shyly

Cameron laughed and raised his hand in objection as he kept walking.

"All that stuff is just rumour and stereotypes based off how Satyrs were depicted in ancient Greece. We are a good and honest bunch and we won't break into your house and rape you while you sleep."

Cameron paused for a few moments before he turned to face Mikail and flashed a lusty grin.

"Besides, it isn't rape if it's willing." He said ominously.

Mikail laughed nervously at that remark as they pushed back the gate and went down the clear path that led to the marking stone. Cameron seemed like a nice guy, he was smart, funny and quite charming. He wasn't exactly as buff as his usual preferences, but he had to admit he was quite handsome. However, he was quite drawn to his large, veiny arms. Although they looked a bit out of place on his toned body, he admitted how large and plump they looked was actually pretty hot and reminded him of all of the burly members of his team he had wrestled with. He even felt a little stir in his groin as he watched his arms flex with each moment.

However, before he made a more obvious display of his growing arousal, the boys arrived at the marker stone and the crossroads to their houses. Mikail smiled as he looked over to Cameron. He was glad he made such a good friend he had so much in common with so quickly. He was almost hesitant to say goodbye as they reached the stone and looked off into the direction of both of their houses.

"Well man, it was great getting to know you. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow before your shift? I've got tomorrow off! Maybe we can hit up the park or go out to the beach or something," Asked Cameron with a hint of pleading to his voice.

"Maybe, I don't know when I'm working tomorrow, but if I'm free then definitely!" said Mikail with a smile as he began to walk towards his house.

"It's a date then! See you later bud!" shouted Cameron as he dashed off towards his house.

Mikail sighed and smiled softly as he approached the wolf house with a slight spring in his step. However, just as he was halfway to the house, he froze in mid step.

_ "DATE?!?"_ he thought to himself.

"Well they did say...and he was kind of...oh god was he flirting with me? Was I flirting with him?!?" Mikail groaned and smacked himself in the forehead and continued to walk until he reached the doorstep.

"Ok...first rule is workplace relationships never turn out well...can't let myself get distracted by stuff like that."

Mikail took a deep breath and sighed as he gripped the door handle and opened the door, silently hoping to himself that he hadn't already made a big mistake.

Upon entering, Mikail was greeted with the sight of a large group of about thirty or so people in what appeared to be the main area of the house. A large segment of the crowd was gathered around the TV, watching a show Mikail vaguely remembered but wasn't interested in. A few others were either gathered around a strange looking game console playing some first person shooter. The rest were milling around, sitting and talking amongst themselves or moving down the halls and heading in and out of their rooms.

As he stepped inside, a few heads turned but no one really took much notice of him. Mikail then began to notice that nearly everyone was dressed uniform attire with only slight differences. Almost everyone was wearing khaki pants, red shirts, and a green vest with a similar insignia to the Joy Land sign on their right breast pockets. They also each had personalized nametags with a picture of a wolf howling towards the moon on the left side of their vests.

Mikail glanced around the room, trying to find someplace where he would fit in when he suddenly noticed Tomas sitting on a couch on the left side of the room, facing the TV.

Mikail scowled and remembered how he wasn't too pleased about being ditched earlier and slowly approached him.

"You couldn't have waited for me?" he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he stood a few feet away from Tomas.

"Oh hey! Yea, I'm sorry about that but I had to get back and get changed before my shift started." He said as he looked up at Mikail with an apologetic look.

"Vic doesn't like it when we are late. Actually, speaking of whom!"

Tomas then suddenly turned to the large man playing the videogame console on the right wall.

"Yo Vic! Where were you earlier today? I had to miss my workout slowing the new pup the ropes!" Tomas shouted from across the room.

"Mmhmm...Busy; did you take care of the pup?" said the large man as he shifted in his seat.

"Yea, he's right here," said Tomas as he turned to Mikail. "Mikail, this is Victor, our pack Alpha," he continued as he pointed towards the large man sitting on the couch.

Victor grunted and waved half-heartedly but kept his eyes glued on the TV in front of him.

"Hello," Mikail stated politely before he turned back to face Tomas.

"Well next time, gimme a little warning before-"

Suddenly Mikail was interrupted there was a loud beeping sound that rang through the house. Both of the TV screens suddenly went white and most of those watching or playing let out a loud groan as a cartoonish donkey dressed in a top hat and cane came on to the screen. The donkey grinned a buck toothed grin as the words "It's Showtime!" suddenly appeared and flashed underneath him. The image stayed there for a few moments before the TV went dark and everyone began to get up out of their seats.

"Damn alarm..." he heard Victor grumble as he got up.

Mikail was in awe as he saw the titanic man rise. He had to be nearly seven feet tall, and built like a tank. As he slowly turned around, Mikail swore he could make out every single muscular detail underneath his black shirt that seemed several sizes too small for him. His imagination could only give him slight guesses as to how he really looked underneath, but by looking at his thick, veiny arms Mikail could tell that there was barely a trace of fat on his massive body. As Mikail ogled this massive specimen of a man, he could feel his cock begin to betray him as his swimming trunks began to tent slightly. As he felt the pressure build in his pants he froze, trying to fill his head with un-arousing thoughts before he made a complete fool out of himself. However just as Victor turned around and Mikail saw his face for the first time, he felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. Victors face was chiselled, defined and his square jaw with his shortly kept hair on top gave him the look of a drill sergeant. As his eyes drifted around for a brief moment, he then quickly looked down at Mikail and gave him a powerful stare that sent chills down Mikail's spine.

His gaze was frightening, his strikingly amber colored eyes that nearly bordered on yellow seemed to look right through Mikail and lay bare everything he had ever done. Mikail stood there, frozen as Victor glanced at him up and down, judging every small detail of his body like he was a piece of meat.

"Hmmm...you will do fine..." he said sternly before he turned to face the eagerly awaiting crowd as they circled around him.

Mikail let out a soft sigh of relief as Victor turned his attention from him and began barking orders to different parts of the crowd. His whole body shook as if he had been staring death itself in the face, but a sudden prod from behind him snapped him out of his daze as he watched the crowd hang on Victors every word.

"Teams A, C and E are on Rides and security tonight, deployment is at the checkout. B is on patrol in sector one, and D is handling customers and light security in sector three. We have Mino and Leo helping us out for this week, I expect you to show them how it's done."

"Dismissed," Victor finished with a shout before he turned around the face the door and began walking with the rest of the "pack" following shortly behind. Nevertheless, before he reached the door he looked back at Tomas and gestured him towards Mikail before he stepped outside with the rest of the pack.

Tomas nodded at Victor's silent command and went over to the corner where he had placed Mikail's suitcase at earlier and brought it up to him.

"What room ya in?" he asked.

Mikail froze for a brief moment before he reached in his pocket and fumbled around until he pulled out a white key card.

"Err...this thing says three I guess." Mikail said as he took the suitcase from Tomas and looked around the house.

Tomas nodded and began walking down one of the three hallways that split off from the common room were a numbered guide was nailed to the wall. Mikail followed shortly behind; taking note of the path so he knew where he needed to go in the future.

"Man, you are so lucky you get the first day off to rest. Season starts are always hell, I dunno how it is Victor keeps the peace with so many people running around the parks." Tomas said as he turned left into the next hallway.

As they finally reached the end of the hall, there stood a single door at the end with a bronze number three bolted into the aged looking wood. Tomas then suddenly let out a loud groan like a spoiled teenager as he turned back to face Mikail.

Aww man! You got a solo? Lucky guy...wanna trade?" said Tomas with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Sorry, no thanks," said Mikail with a slightly vengeful grin.

"Can't blame me for trying...anyway, make yourself at home, you can't get into any other rooms without a key so don't worry about that. The TV will come back on in a few minutes and if you wanna use the Nexus don't save over anyone's file. We are all going to grab a bite to eat before our shift, so if you want something to eat for free, you might wanna get unpacked and head down to the dining hall before they start on the dinner rush."

Tomas smiled as he gave Mikail a pat on the shoulder as he walked around him and went back down the hallway they had come.

"The guys on the afternoon shift should be back in about two hours after we finish the handover, so you have the place to yourself. If you have a problem or need anything though, just head into Pan's Garden or the Donk house next door," echoed Tomas's voice through the hall as Mikail stood staring at the door of his new room with his hand tightly clenched around his suitcase handle.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the house for a few more moments before the sound of the door opening and closing rang throughout the house. When all was silent, Mikail let out a deep sigh as he took everything in. He had to admit, it was nice to have the whole place to himself for a little bit. He was never good at meeting a lot of people at once.

Mikail slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his key card and inserted it into the slot. The door let out a soft beep and the lock "clicked" a few moments after. After he removed his card he opened the door and stepped inside as he slowly closed the door behind him.

Inside the room was dark, but Mikail quickly found a light switch and the lamp hanging above the room suddenly lit up. It appeared that Tomas had appeared to have been right; there was only one bed in the fairly large room. A desk with a lamp sitting on top of it sat next to the bed and a large closet on the right side of the room. There was also a small window above his bed with the blinds shit tightly and with only small strands of light entering through the cracks.

Mikail let out a relieved sigh as he hefted his suitcase up onto the bed and quickly unzipped the main pocket. As he pulled out his toothbrush and shampoo he remembered that he had noticed when he had walked to his room that there was a hallway that looked like it lead off to a communal shower area. He silently hoped that there were stalls he could go to, or else he might end up blowing the lid off his preferences very soon.

Mikail then spent the next few minutes unpacking and folding his clothes, his closet was actually rather spacious and there were even a few empty, clear boxes meant for storage. After everything was set in its place and he had stored his suitcase in the closet Mikail let out a sigh of relief as he flopped onto the bed and looked up towards the ceiling and let his mind wander.

As he lay there for nearly a minute, he began to replay the entire day in his head, the look of the island, the layout of the paths and the faces of the important people he should remember. He then idly reached down and scratched an itch on his groin which caused it to stir, his mind then rapidly shifted to more dirty thoughts and it wasn't long until he was tenting in his shorts again

"What, once a day just isn't good enough for you?" he muttered to himself as he sat up and rubbed his growing erection through his pants.

Mikail sighed as he looked around the room, taking stock of his surroundings and remembering how he was told he would be alone for a short time.

"Well...it might be my last chance for a while..." he thought to himself as he reached down and slowly rubbed his package through his shorts.

Mikail let out a soft moan as he rubbed himself for a few brief moments as he leaned back. He then slowly reached down and peeled off his swimming trunks to reveal his tented boxer briefs underneath. He grinned as he rubbed his hardening cock through the soft fabric, feeling his shaft pulse between his fingers before he pulled back the elastic waistband and hefted it underneath his balls.

When he had turned thirteen, Mikail had usually gone completely nude when he was jacking off to whatever juvenile fantasy was running in his head. But, as he got older Mikail got a small thrill out of keeping his underwear partially on. To him, the way his underwear was placed was like wearing a cock ring that hefted his junk up and kept him almost permanently hard.

Mikail smiled as he looked down at his uncut six inches as it grew longer and longer until it reached its full length. He then reached down and gripped his shaft then began to slowly peel back his foreskin until his mushroom tipped cock peaked out into the fresh air. As he stroked his shaft up and down, his mind began to play through his usual fantasies as he slowly worked his cock. Most of them all starred some of the former wrestlers he had wished he had done it with in high school, but after arriving on the island, he thought it would be best to think of something that would match the tone. As he reached underneath his shirt to tweak his nipples with his free hand, he imagined a sandy white beach, with a tanned muscular stud lying on a surfboard rubbing his cock through a pair of tightly fitting board shorts.

As he gave his nipple a slight pinch, he let out a soft moan as a shiver of pleasure shot down his spine. He then began to thrust his hips into his hand at a slow pace, speeding up as time went on and sending shivers of pleasure down through his groin. Mikail then reached over and tweaked his other nipple as he continued his work, grunting and letting out soft gasps as he thrust into his hand faster and faster. His were beginning to run high endorphins and his grip on his surroundings was slowly beginning to fade. His notion of what was going on around him was quickly being lost to the pleasure he felt emanating from his cock. However, had he been paying attention, he would have noticed something very strange happening to his cock as he worked the shaft like a madman.

It was subtle at first; his lightly tan colored cock slowly began to turn a light shade of red. But, as the young man jerked his cock more and more the pigment became deeper and darker until it was as red as a stop sign. The next strange thing to happen was when his thick patch of black pubic hair then began to turn into a lighter, more brownish shade, while the wiry texture of his hairs became softer and thicker.

Mikail let out a loud moan as his cock throbbed in his hand and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. But in his mind he knew he wasn't done, he wanted to ride this amazing feeling as long as he could. Mikail slowed down the speed of his jerking as he edged on the border to orgasm, sending shivers throughout his body. But then it was then his cock slowly began to increase in length and girth in his hand without him even realizing it. What was once six inches began to grow out longer into eight and the once mushroom shaped tip began to taper to a broad point. From there, at the base of his cock a large swelling then began to grow as two bulbous orbs grew and added another inch onto the already massive shaft. Finally, his fleshy foreskin seemed to melt from off the shaft and pool itself around the base of his cock. The skin ten began to stretch and re-shape as it attached itself to his stomach as it began to form a fleshy sheathe that was quickly being covered in soft brown fur.

Mikail let out moan after moan as his cock finished its final stages and the brown fur had begun to cover his entire groin. He had past the point where he wanted to cum, but nothing ever came out and each stroke to him was like a miniature orgasm in itself. But then finally, as the last patch of fur was filled, Mikail felt something click in his mind and he let out a loud moan as his canine shaft let out a massive burst of cum. The stream fired into the air and landed squarely on his cheek, followed by a few more volleys' that landed on his chest until his shaft began to ooze cum onto his groin.

As he lay back on his bed, gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm, he finally let go of his grip on his shaft and reached up to toy with the tip. However, it was when he felt the alien pointed tip that he finally got up and looked down at his cock.

He blinked for a few moments, watching as the red tip slowly began to slide back into its new furry home. He rubbed his eyes and smacked himself on the forehead, trying to bring some sense into his lust-addled mind. But no matter what he did, when he looked down he saw what appeared to be a very canine set of genitals.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"Just a dream, Just a dream, just a dream...." Mikail muttered to himself in a panicked voice as he paced around his room

After what had seemed like a particularly powerful jack off session, he now sported a set of canine cock and balls. He thought it was something he ate, or something he might not have even noticed that might have caused such a delusion. After he had cleaned himself off, he spent nearly fifteen minutes poking and prodding his new shaft, rubbing his fingers along the bright red length and groping the still swollen knot at the base. All that stimulation even excited a few more moans out of him, but it was then he finally came to the conclusion that his changed cock was very real.

As he paced around the room, trying to figure out just what to do next his changed junk constantly rubbed against the inside of his swimming trunks as a constant reminder of his abnormality. Then suddenly it hit him, he remembered Tomas's words on looking for help in Pan's garden and rushed out the door. Perhaps the other house members might be there and might be able to tell him what was going on. Although he then realized something as he rushed down the steps and onto the path leading towards the marker stone.

"What if this isn't normal? What if I'm quarantined and dissected on some lab table?!?" He thought to himself as he froze in the middle of the road pulling on his hair.

Suddenly then he heard a clopping noise approaching behind him. It was faint, yet he could hear the solid hooves hit the dirt as it came closer and closer. Mikail decided to ignore it so that he could keep on walking so that he wouldn't draw any more attention to himself so that he could figure out this problem on his own. Then he felt the tap of a finger on his shoulder that caused him to turn around.

"Kinda busy right now...."

Mikail froze.

Standing behind him, looking just as the statues did in the main entrance of the park was a real life satyr.

His legs where long and goatish, he seemed to be only wearing a long, white loin cloth, with a few pockets sewn in, in-between his legs to cover up whatever might be hidden underneath. His upper body however was stunning. He appeared to be wearing what looked like a sleeveless chef's coat, left unbuttoned and leaving a good portion of his chest exposed. The letters were "PG" sewn in with bright yellow thread on his right side, and Mikail noticed a few thermometers and stirring sticks. However, most of his attention was drawn to what he could see from the exposed flesh. He could see a set of full, six pack abs and a broad, wide chest that seemed to pull at the fabric of his coat. His arms where large, meaty slabs and covered in space coatings of black fur.

However, when he took a good look at his face, Mikail took a step back in shock. His hair was a dark, midnight black with two horns emerging from his scalp and curling backwards. His ears were pointed and tilted back and his eyes where a piercing, emerald green.

"C-Cameron?!?" stammered Mikail as he gave the Satyr another look over.

"Hey buddy, so...I'm guessing they didn't tell you huh?" Cameron answered with a grin as he folded his large arms across his chest.

"This?!? What is...this!" Mikail stammered as he pointed towards Cameron's legs and horns.

"Magic." He stated bluntly.

"What?!?" shouted Mikail in a panic.

"Like I said, Magic. You know I was afraid they wouldn't tell you...that's why I rushed off and got changed and hid around the corner. The wolf house is infamous for letting their new "pups" as they call them; learn about the job the hard way. I bet they are at the dining hall right now, waiting for you to come running in, freaking out." Cameron explained with a sigh as he unfolded his arms.

"Wait...what? So you know about...but how...this? What is?"

Mikail began to babble incoherently as he tried to understand exactly what it is that was going on, but then suddenly there was a loud RIP that sounded from the back of his pants as a long, brown tail shot out from his spine.

"Awww! Cute puppy!" said Cameron with a cheeky smile as he looked at Mikails backside.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" screamed Mikail as he reached back to grab his new appendage, not realizing that the torn fabric had left his shorts rather unstable.

While his attention was drawn toward his tail, Mikail didn't realize that his swimming trunks where slowly falling down. By the time he realized that his mutated junk was on display, Cameron was already leaning down and examining his changed anatomy.

"Ohh my.... You know I've never seen someone from wolf house before...so they are anatomically correct!" shouted Cameron in glee as he reached down and playfully groped Mikail's sheathe.

Mikail let out what sounded like a loud yelp as he realized just how naked he was and took a step back, nearly toppling over his torn trunks as he angrily pulled them up.

"Just what is going on here?!?" shouted Mikail as his tail flared up behind him.

Cameron let out a sigh and rubbed his chin and toyed with his goatee as he looked around the area.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain, and we need to get you out of those clothes before you tear them to pieces...Tell ya what, follow me and I'll explain everything along the way." Said Cameron with a sly grin

Mikail froze for a brief moment as he looked at the Satyrs body language. He still seemed the same person he was before, but he had this sort of musky smell around him that reminded him of sweat and men. If what he was saying was true, if he ran off to the dining hall, not only would he be running into a trap, but he would have to run back practically naked looking like an escapee from an insane asylum. He weighed his options for a brief moment, considering the pros and cons before he nodded and took Cameron's hand while holding his trunks in place.

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The two of them quickly walked up to the marker stone and towards while Cameron began to quickly explain everything he knew to Mikail. As it turns out, all employee's depending on their house will transform based on different stimuli's. He only knew that the Satyrs could change themselves completely at will due to round-the-clock shifts. Otherwise, most houses required some sort of item, uniform, or for it to be a certain time of day to change all the way. Some could manage partial transformations at will, but to keep from frightening the smaller children during the day, most were restricted to their human forms unless they were on the clock.

Mikail asked why there was any need for this, but even Cameron was unable to give him a straight answer. Some said it was due to increased strength and reflexes, others said it was to save money, and some even said it was part of the islands sick sense of humour. No one really knew for sure, but no one really complained about the extra "additions" they gained.

"Given that you are part of wolf house, I've noticed you guys tend to get more bulky and some have told me you get increased senses. Satyrs usually get more toned and have some other "perks" that stick around." Cameron continued as he pushed open the gate for Mikail and they entered the shopping area of Pan's Garden.

As they entered the garden proper, Mikail stopped in his tracks.

What was once a park filled with people was now a menagerie of humanoid looking animals of all shapes, sizes and species. There were a few humans milling about, but Mikail saw dozens of people dressed in tourist attire that looked like lions, tigers, dogs, and other strange creatures that Mikail was barely able to comprehend. Suddenly then, a massive and bulky Minotaur dressed only in a loin cloth and wearing a sash with the letters "PI" sewn in to the yellow fabric that stretched across his broad chest crossed in front of them. He let out a soft grunt and smiled down at Mikail before he went on his way, with his long ropey tail swishing behind him as he walked. Mikail then felt Cameron tug on his arm as he dragged him towards an open spot between two booths where another Satyr and what looked like a bipedal donkey stood selling candy apples and popcorn.

"Don't get distracted, it gets crowded here fast. Now I've got a spare set of clothes in my locker that should fit you. I knew we couldn't go in your house or mine, because your "pack" would smell either one of us. Wolves don't take to kindly to cross house relations, so you will have to bear with me while I set you up." Cameron continued after he let go of Mikail's hand and led him down a back street that smelled heavily of cooking oil and fried food.

Finally, after a few twists and turns, the noise began to die down as they reached the back of a large white building. Mikail swore he could hear piano playing in the distance, but the dull roar of the crowd that stood only a short distance away drowned it out. Cameron then went up to the door of the gate and pulled back the latch. He glanced inside and then gestured for Mikail to follow him.

When they had both gotten inside Cameron closed the gate behind him and turned to face him. It appeared that they were in some kind of loading dock, a few boxes were scattered around, and the lingering smell of cigarettes loomed in the air.

"Ok, just wait here while I get your clothes. I suggest you undress before you rip those things apart." Said Cameron as he quickly began to button up his chef's coat and brushed himself off.

"Here? Now? But what if someone comes back here?" said Mikail with a twinge of embarrassment.

Cameron let out a soft groan and turned to face Mikail. He then quickly lifted up his loincloth and Mikail got a full view of a semi-erect goat cock complete with a set of fuzzy balls.

"Part of our uniform. Satyr house is very open so it's not like they haven't seen it before. In fact, you might get pretty popular from it. Most wolves are meathead jocks and I'm told it rare when we ever get to see one of you guys like this."

Mikail was stunned at Cameron's openness, but as he dropped his loin cloth down he snapped out of his daze and looked toward the goat man.

"Ummm...ok..." muttered Mikail shyly.

Cameron smiled before he rushed up the small ramp up to the back door. The moment he opened it, light flooded into the dark area before the door quickly closed. Mikail let out a soft sigh as he let go of the pants he had been gripping onto so protectively and let them fall to the ground. As he heard what sounded like some happy shouts coming from inside the building he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks and saw that his changes had still been progressing without him realizing.

His feet were now much longer and had shifted into a hybridized digitigrade/plantigrade stance. Small black claws had also emerged from his toenails and his feet where covered in a slowly thickening forest of fur.

He then reached down and pulled up his shirt before he balled it up and tossed it aside, now completely naked in some back ally area behind a restaurant where he was beginning to feel like running to his "pack" would have been a better option.

He let out another deep sigh as he looked down towards his bare flesh and watched as brown fur began to creep its way from his groin towards his stomach and down towards his legs. The modest amount of chest hair he had always sported had also grown into a thick crest of brown fur and was working its way up his neck and around his torso. Then he reached up to scratch an itch he felt on his cheek, but then winced as he felt a prick on his jaw. He pulled his hand back and watched in awe as his fingernails grew darker and more pointed and began to grow longer into short claws.

He felt his tail twitch behind him sightly as he watched a patch of fur began to grow on the back of his hand and begin to work its way down his arms. It was a very surreal event, watching as the long hairs began to spread across his arms like rapidly growing grass.

Then suddenly he heard the back doors handle shake slightly and Mikail cringed in fear. Would it be Cameron? Or some other worker? Was this some elaborate prank or a dream he was having and the moment that door opened he would see his mother in a tube top?

Mikail raised his eyebrow at that last thought and shook his head before he franticly looked around for somewhere to hide. He soon noticed a small stack of boxes near the corner and he quickly ducked behind him. There was a small crack in-between the wall and the boxes where he could peek out. Soon the the door opened and a satyr came walking out, but it wasn't Cameron.

This satyr was dressed similarly to him, but had bright blonde hair and fur, His horns were pointed more upwards while Cameron's where more curled like a rams. He stood outside for a brief moment and let out a deep sigh as he looked upwards towards the sky. A loud shout then came from behind him and he flinched before he rushed back in and closed the door behind him.

Mikail let out a soft sigh as he emerged from behind the boxes and looked around. Suddenly then the door swung open, giving him little time to react, but instead, this time it was Cameron holding a stack of clothes and grinning broadly.

"Ok wolf butt, I've got them! Now, unfortunately I don't know quite how big you are going to get. So...I'm going to need you to transform all the way before I can let you go. But be quick about it! It's crazy in there and I need to get back in there before the next rush of people.

Cameron quickly closed the door behind him with his leg and walked down the ramp and set the clothes on a nearby box

"How?" asked Mikail as he sat down on the closest box to him.

Cameron shrugged as he waked over to the box across from Mikail and sat down as well.

"I dunno! I was told it happens at sunset with you guys! What were you doing that changed you in the first place? He asked

Mikail froze for a brief moment before he turned his head away and blushed.

"I was...jacking off..." he muttered shyly.

Cameron smirked and grinned lustfully.

"Oh...so the puppy wanted to play with his bone huh?" said Cameron mockingly.

"Stop calling me that!" Mikail snapped before he receded back into his shy state.

Cameron chuckled as he leaned back and pulled back his loincloth, revealing his semi-hard cock which had already began to leak precum down the slick red length.

"Well, if that's what it takes, I say do it. Plus I could always go for a good crank..." Cameron said softly.

Slowly and sensually, the satyr began to un-button his coat and revealed his perfectly sculpted chest. After he un-did the final fastening, he slowly peeled it off and sat it on a nearby box.

Mikail gulped as he looked at Cameron's sculpted body in awe. His chest was chiselled and defined without a single blemish to mar it. His abs where perfectly shaped, with a thick trail of fur that came up to his groin and stopped at his belly button. Mikail could feel his cock stirring in its alien sheathe as it slowly began to peak its pointed red tip out into the open air.

Cameron grinned as he let out an almost goatish bleat as he reached up and tweaked his nipples while keeping his eyes on Mikail. His hand reached down and began to toy with his goatish sheathe as the long, slick and pointed shaft emerged until it was standing proud at almost twelve inches.

"Wow...you're..." stammered Mikail.

"Hung? Yea...we all tend to be that way. I think it's because if you use it enough, it naturally adapts." Said Cameron lustfully as he gripped his shaft and slowly teased the tip in his fingers.

Mikail felt his body shiver as his cock quickly erupted from its sheath and began to stand proudly. His knot had already begun to swell and he was already at nine inches at full mast. His body then shivered if his hairs were standing up on end as the rate of his hair growth accelerated. By the time he took his own canine cock into his hand, his legs had already been nearly completely covered in a thick coating of fur. His calves then suddenly began to swell as the Mikail began to relax and slowly run his fingers down his shaft. As he began to toy with the tip of his changed cock with his fingertips, he let out a soft moan as he felt a shiver of pleasure from his groin. Somewhere in-between all this, he had learned to retract the claws into his hand gently gripped his cock and began to stroke it with his changing paw. A few moments in, Mikail suddenly noticed an odd swelling in his hand. Not wanting to take his hand away from his cock, he looked down at his free hand and noticed that his palms where swelling as an odd looking paw print pad had begun to cover his hand.

"Wow..." he muttered to himself as he felt his occupied hand undergoing the same changes, his softer pads stimulating his sensitive canine cock and sending shivers down his spine.

"Yea, it's pretty intense, I remember my first change I wanted to hump the first thing that moved. Good thing that's not in short supply at the Satyr house. I can't even begin to tell you how many guys would be willing to do it with you at barely a moment's notice." Cameron said wistfully as he began to stroke his cock faster and faster.

"Wait...I thought you said" muttered Mikail in mid-moan before he drew his attention back to his cock.

"Nnngh...yea...well, some stereotypes are actually true." Said Cameron with a grin before he let out a bleating moan and pinched his nipple tightly.

Mikail grunted as he felt his body swell and grow, not only did his hands start to feel bigger, but the rest of his body felt larger too. It felt like with each breath his chest was expanding and growing broader, his back began to lose what little fat it had on it and became more defined in a proper V shape. Around his stomach, he felt abdominals heat up underneath the persistent layer of fat as it was rapidly burned off to reveal the long buried muscle underneath.

As the fur that had started from his chest began to spread across his defining torso, he felt a strange tingling at four distinct points. Mikail glanced for a brief moment to see four smaller nipples had begun to grow along the length of his torso in a direct line from his original two. Mikail then let out a low growing sound as he felt his back pop and his elevation rise as he grew nearly a foot taller.

Cameron watched as the wolf transformed in front of his very eyes in lustful admiration. This wasn't the first time he had "helped" someone adjust to life on the island, but he saw something in Mikail he had never seen in others before. He seemed just so friendly, so kind and approachable. The others he had just fucked and left, only talking to them whenever he ran into them. But this guy...he seemed special and was someone he wanted to keep around.

"Hey pup...want a hand with that?" asked Cameron with a grin as he got up and unbuckled the back of his loincloth, letting it fall to the ground and leaving him completely nude.

Mikail looked up to the satyr in awe as he smiled at him. Every breath this magnificent creature took seemed to be a spectacle of his perfect body. The way his chest rose and fell with every breath and the way his arms flexed with every movement made him seem like an epitome of masculinity. Yet, at the same time he was coming towards him and offering to suck him off made him seem so much more approachable. On any other given day, had he looked human with that kind of body, Mikail would have thought he would have never given him the time of day. Yet there he was, with cock erect and waiting for a response.

"Y-ye..yea...sure" Mikail stammered as he widened his legs and gave the satyr full access to his groin.

Cameron smirked as he walked over and kneeled down. He gently gripped Mikail's canine shaft, which excited a moan out of the changing wolf as his hands gripped the box he was sitting on, and his tail wagged behind him excitedly. Cameron looked up at Mikail and smiled before he leaned down and gave his cock a long, sensual lick that sent fireworks of pleasure off in the wolf's mind.

Cameron chuckled as he watched Mikail reel back in pleasure before he went back to working his cock. To someone like him, having someone of another species, especially something as rare as a canine was a special treat to him that he intended to savour. Slowly he licked his tongue up and down the length of the bright red shaft, tasting its musty, earthy and sweaty taste mixed in with the scent of Mikail's growing fur. Mikail however was enraptured in just how sensitive his cock was against the Satyrs tongue, he swore he could feel almost every inch of it as it licked and wrapped around his cock expertly.

There was then suddenly a loud popping noise that came from Mikail's skull and he suddenly felt his face go numb, but at that point, he didn't care. After a few more licks Cameron finally pulled back and looked at Mikail's cock in hunger. The wolf whimpered softly at the sudden lack of stimulation, but was then given exactly what he wanted as Cameron opened his mouth and took his entire cock into his mouth.

An odd tingle built up in the back of Mikail's throat, but when he tried to make a sound, all he could make was an odd gurgling whimper. A few more snapping sounds began to come from Mikail's upper body as the fur had finished covering nearly every inch of bare skin up to his neck. It was then his final changes began. First Mikail felt as though he had gone deaf for a brief moment, but then suddenly all of the surrounding sounds came back, clearer than ever but at a slightly weird angle. His tongue then felt like it was swelling in his mouth, but his jaw refused to open. As it grew longer and longer inside it finally was able to force itself out, hanging much longer and flatter like a proper canine's tongue.

As Cameron continued to suck him off, Mikail felt his entire face tingle as it grew longer and into a short muzzle. His nose repositioned itself to the very front of his new jaw line and grew dark and moist. Brown and tan fur then began to spread across his face like wildfire as his sense of smell was suddenly enhanced to superhuman levels. With one final pop, he felt the feeling return to his jaw and he was able to open his mouth wide as his teeth sharpened into sharp mandibles meant for chewing. As the last patch of hair finished its rapid crawl up to his scalp, Mikail felt the same tingle in his throat again. It began to build up higher and higher, like a rising tide ready to breach over the sea. Below him Cameron could feel the wolf's cock twitch in his mouth, he was clearly close to his breaking point and decided it would be best to finish it off with a bang. He reached over and gently gripped with wolf's hairy balls in one hand while he took down as much of his cock as he could until he was nearly swallowing the knot.

Mikail let out a soft whimper feeling himself grow close, he could hear all of the sounds around him and smell the sex and lust in the air. All of these senses and smells rushing into his mind was sending him into complete sensory overload. But the finally, as If acting on instinct he tilted his head back and let out a loud, proud howl into the sky as his cock throbbed inside Cameron's eager muzzle. Barely a moment later, the satyr felt the blunt of his pent up passions as his mouth was filled with seed. The wolf pumped out what felt like a gallon of spunk into the Satyrs throat until he was forced to break away to take a gasp of precious air.

However, Mikail sat there twitching as his cock fired out a few more stray shots of cum before it eventually slowed to a trickle. Cameron chuckled as he licked his lips and whipped the residual cum from his face and got up onto his feet. Mikail now looked like a proper wolf; he had a few tan colored markings on his face that blended in well with his brown fur. He also seemed to keep his black hair as well, although it appeared to have shrunken a little bit into a shorter cut.

"Hot Damn...that was impressive." He said with a grin as he looked down at the panting wolf.

Mikail sat there looking downwards for a few moments before he tilted his head up and looked at Cameron with a smile.

"Daaaaaaa waaaaaa goooo...." He said in a slurred, strange speech.

Cameron laughed loudly as Mikail reached up to grab his muzzle. The Satyr then went over and grabbed his clothes, while still letting out a hearty laugh until it started to sound like a goatish bleat.

"Haha!! Oh...oh god...I guess it takes some getting used to..." said Cameron as he began to dress himself while chuckling wildly.

As Cameron began to dress himself, Mikail attempted himself up to his feet, however the moment his paws hit the floor his legs began to shake wildly like a newborn horse. Thankfully, Cameron was there to catch him before he hit the ground and draped Mikail's arm over his shoulder as he walked him over to the clothes and sat him down on a closer box.

Cameron grinned as Mikail tried to stammer out a few more words, but they all sounded like primordial drawls and grunts, mixed with the occasional whimper. Cameron eventually told him he should practice later and handed Mikail the clothes piece by piece. Thankfully though it seemed that even with him standing much taller and larger than he had ever been before, they fit him surprisingly well, if even a bit loose.

"Alright, practice on your new feet for a bit before you head back. I gotta get to work before the kitchen explodes. See you tomorrow?" asked Cameron with a hopeful smile as he looked over the changed wolf.

Mikail tried to utter a thank you, or other word of approval, but he still could barely form a word in his new muzzle. Finally after a few tries he gave up and looked at Cameron with a broad grin and nodded.

Cameron smiled and his whole body seemed to relax, he nodded back at Mikail and quickly went up the ramp and opened the door, looking back at the wolf one more time before he ran inside to a room full of shouting and panicking Satyrs.