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Turnabout is Foreplay

Michael dove out of the way in the nick of time as the vorpal claws of the massive werebeast flew within inches of his unprotected face. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. When he'd heard about the wolf terrorizing Harken's Retreat he'd never imagined he'd come across something so massive or powerful. The wolf before him seemed every ounce an alpha, the moonlight shining off her silvery fur and the barely concealed taut muscle beneath.

The monstrous she-wolf was circling him, growling and sniffing the air. Her flaring nose could smell his exhaustion. The beast's fanged snout broke into a wicked grin, drool running from the edges of her snout.

Michael gulped and tightened his grip on his silver blade. He was winded and he knew the werewolf bitch had the advantage. Whereas he was tired and sore, she was still fresh. She was practically playing with him. He had one shot left.

The enormous wolf let out a snarl of anger and lunged at him again, claws outstretched. The grizzled hunter dove back and hefted the monster's huge weight onto his legs, straining under the weight of its bulging muscles, his tendons on fire as he held it above him and desperately pushed, praying with all his fervor for some divine aid.

It seemed his faith was rewarded.

With a massive shove he finally toppled the beast off of him. Before the massive she wolf could react, Michael rolled to a crouch and brought his silver glimmer blade down into her chest. The sword caught right in the side of the monster's chest, a horrible howl of pain escaping it as it was impaled. The blade made a hissing sound as it burned in and seared the wolf's impure flesh.

Michael rolled away and stared at the wolf in pity. The she-beast was desperately clawing at the ground and thrashing, moving her paws to try to grip the blade. Despite her strength, when her paws curled around the blade it wouldn't budge any more than Excalibur buried in the stone. Her continued thrashing and howling was only serving to cause more blood to run from her chest.

"Stop that!" Michael snapped. "You're only making the wound worse... That blade is magic. Just like a stake in a vampire, you won't be able to remove it. You're stuck fast to the earth as long as the blade has you pinned to the soil."

The bitch snarled at him ferally, but stopped her struggles, seeming to understand the situation. Michael sighed a little and nodded to her, walking over to his abandoned backpack and fishing around in it. He retrieved one of the vials of super concentrated wolfsbane there and his steel gauntlets to administer it. The wolfsbane would incapacitate the creature and force her to human form in such huge doses.

Michael turned to look at the she wolf who was growling once again. "Look, I know this isn't going to be pleasant, but you're sick... you need help. Once you're human again, I'll tie you up and take you to a temple. If you're lucky... they'll be able to exorcise the beast and make you whole again. If you're not... Well, I can't let you go free again. At least either way the mayor will be happy he's rid of his werewolf problem..."

A low, rumbling growl behind him made Michael's heart sink in his chest. The voice that spoke was deep and gravely. "Actually, I don't think I will be..."

Michael had about a half second to turn around and see the massive circle of furred, fanged beasts arrayed behind him before the heavy paw came down on top of his head. There was a brief surge of light and heat, and then the world went black.

* * * * * * * * *

Michael awoke groggily and sat up. At least he tried to sit up before he realized his body was frozen in an extremely awkward pose and actually bent forward. He was slung out over a heavy marble slab - the kind primitives in the region would've used to sacrifice their captives. A thick leather collar was bolted around his neck, and the heavy braided rope leash was tied through a thick metal loop on the edge of slab - no doubt secured on the ground beyond.

Michael tried to reach around to grab at the rope only to find his arms were bound out to either side of him, tied by rope around his wrists that ran down to the ground to either side of the altar. Michael groaned heavily and tried to pull himself up, giving an experimental tug on the leash. After a few inches the rough rope went taut, bringing another groan from the man. At least he could lean over and get a look around.

Michael scanned the area around him from the end of the short leash as stealthily as he could. He was starting to panic - in all his years of hunting monsters he'd never been captured before. His only hope seemed to be figuring out where he was before his captors returned and finding a way out of his bindings.

It looked to be dusk, the sun just starting to set. It was night when Michael hunted the wolf. He'd been unconscious a very long time. All around Michael were the ancient standing stones he'd seen in the hills outside town. The locals had professed the stones had been there since before Harken's Retreat was founded, and no one in town had any knowledge of their purpose. Given the situation, he found that extremely unlikely. The stones weren't simply standing stones; they had been carved. Druidic symbols - witchcraft.

A solemn howl rung out above him. A lone wolf was perched atop one of the stones watching him with what he could only describe as a bestial smirk, its eyes glimmering with intelligence. Apparently his captors had secretly kept an eye on him the entire time. The wolf bounded off of the old standing stones with a swift fluid grace, almost _prancing_by him triumphantly before heading down the hill.

Within minutes of the wolf's disappearance, other forms started to appear over the edge of the hill. Hedgar, the town's burly blacksmith, with his almost polished bald head. Derek, the town's stable master, with his tidy beard and shaggy hair. The miller, the innkeeper, the mason, the tanner, and many more he didn't even know. It seemed like the entire town had shown up to gawk at him. What was stranger still was it only seemed to be the male population of the town, and everyone seemed... lightly dressed, to say the least. Hedgar was only wearing overalls, and Derek was only in pants - walking around utterly shirtless. Michael couldn't help admire the man a little. Despite his age, he was in amazing shape, his stomach a rock hard wall of muscle covered with a light dusting of brown fuzz...

Seeing the other half-nude man was the only reason Michael had the course of mind to look back and examine himself. What Michael saw made his cheeks burn brighter than they had in his life. He was as nude as the day he was born - not a shred of clothing on him besides the thick leather collar and the leather straps tying his arms together behind him. Further, odd curving green druidic symbols had been painted on his stomach and chest while he was unconscious. Michael had no idea what the symbols were for, but given the nature of the standing stones he knew it couldn't be good. Breaking magic was his specialty, but he couldn't do anything about the current situation while tied up.

The last person to round the hill made Michael's heart sink in his chest.

Remiel Therinthan, the mayor of Harken's Retreat, was striding confidently up the hill, clad in a simple black cloak that obscured all of his form except for his head. Remy was a slightly older man, probably in his late thirties, but he hadn't lost a bit of vigor. His face was rough and weather beaten, but almost devilishly handsome, even with his heavy five o clock shadow. And at this moment, his face wore the rather insincere grin of a predator toying with its prey.

"REMIEL!" Michael snarled, suddenly realizing how parched his throat was, his voice cracking as he tried to speak. "What-t is the meaning of..." He cut off as his voice cracked.

Remiel gestured to one of the nearby villagers. Michael could swear for a moment, when the cloak parted, that the mayor was also utterly nude. What in the world was going on?! Hawthorne, the innkeeper, apparently saw the gesture and moved over to him, extending a waterskin and tipping it forward to dribble the refreshing water over his face. Any other time, in this humiliating a situation, Michael would've just growled at the man. But at the moment, with his throat feeling like the desert itself, he reluctantly swallowed the water.

"What's going on here..." the grizzled mayor roared, "Is that you took it upon yourself to poke your nose into business that did not concern you..."

Michael growled and snapped at the man, lunging against the ropes and falling back to the stone. "My help was demanded here! The noble who passed through here on his hunting trip claimed a werewolf was terrorizing the town..."

Suddenly Remiel's hands smashed down on either side of the stone tablet Michael was bound upon. Michael's eyes widened as he saw the thick, bestial nails and the abundance of hair on the back of the man's hands. When he looked up to meet Remy's eyes, they were wild and yellow - familiar to the monster hunter.

"WE DID NOT REQUEST YOUR HELP, HUNTER!" Remiel practically screamed. "One panicked nobleman... One fragile pampered chew toy that caught sight of us hunting and pissed himself in terror, THAT is who requested your help!"

Remiel took a moment to compose himself, moving away from the hunter and letting out a heavy sigh. Michael looked around, the situation slowly dawning on him. All of them, every last person in the town...they were all...

"We have lived here for generations, undisturbed." Remy continued in a calmer tone, his eyes resuming their typical green hue. "Hence the name... Retreat. Our kind came here to escape the world of man, to express both sides of our nature... We became one with the land."

Remiel spread his arms to indicate the ancient sentry stones ringing them, and, as if responding to his gesture, the stones briefly hummed, their druidic runes glowing a soft green. With his arm's spread, Remy's form was finally fully revealed to Michael. The mayor was indeed entirely nude under his cloak - his body powerfully built for someone Michael had previously thought of as a simple bureaucrat. Remy's pecs were as tight as Michael had ever seen on a man, a fluffy trail of dark brown hair running down over the subtle six pack of his abdominal muscle, culminating in a thick patch of pubic hair above what was quite possibly the largest flaccid dick he had ever seen on a human. Remy's face broke into a wide grin as he followed Michael's gaze.

"Michael, I didn't know you were interested in men... That will make things more interesting."

"NEITHER MEN NOR MONSTERS!" Michael snarled with renewed strength. Despite the conviction in his voice, he could not suppress the flush creeping into his cheeks. His affection for other males was a secret he had kept from the Order for many years. He had occasionally sought the embrace of others at brothels across the nation, though never near the Order's seat of power. Somehow having this inhuman creature know his secret was worse than if the Order itself had found out.

"Well don't worry Michael..." Remy crooned, circling Michael and gently tracing his fingers along his flanks. "Soon you won't have to hide anything at all... you'll finally be free..."

Michael shivered involuntarily at the gentle touch, the fingernails tracing over his skin both pleasant and violating at the same time. "What... What the hell are you talking about?"

Remy's grin grew wider, more predatory, as though he'd just caught some new delicious form of prey to play with.

"As I was saying before your wandering eyes distracted me... We became one with nature. We aren't diseased or vile. We have no need of a cure... Much less the barbarism you forced on poor Ash. ...She's fine, by the way, though we decided not to invite her for fear she'd tear your face off after that."

Michael squirmed uncomfortably as Remiel turned to regard him with a piercing stare, as did many of the town's people. He felt as though their very gaze was impaling him.

"For what you did, we're going to punish you. Many of the boys here..." Remiel spread his arms to gesture to the assembled. "Just wanted you dead... But I don't hate you Michael. Far from it - I pity you. I heard your story - the church raised you. All you've ever known is hatred for our kind. Therefore, I've decided something a bit more... creative... is in order."

A chorus of grunts erupted from the gathered males, many of them nodding assent grouchily, and a few oddly enough adjusting their crotches and wearing the same feral grin that Remy had earlier.

Remiel strode up to him, one of his strong hands grabbing for Michael's jaw. Michael snarled and tried to bite at the man's hand, but his reflexes were too quick, and soon he was being forced to look directly into those piercing green eyes as Remiel spoke. "You're going to take a little walk in her paws. I was considering her for my next mate... But you'll do just as well."

Michael's heart dropped in his chest and he stammered, unable to form words for a second before wrenching his face away. "Join YOU, as a lycanthrope?! As your MATE, you sick fuck?!" He practically screamed, though he hadn't quite caught on even then.

"Oh no, not quite as my mate." Remy chuckled. "You think you get to join as an alpha, little hunter? You'll be relief for the pack... The lowest omega. And someday, maybe if you can come to appreciate what you've become, you can climb the ranks to be more than a whimpering needy bitch."

Michael's cheeks flushed with rage and embarrassment. He struggled against the bindings, summoning up his strength and trying to desperately tear free. Despite his best efforts, the bindings held strong. He was still weak and tired since his hunt and struggle with the alpha wolf. His efforts seemed to get little but amused sneers from the gathered wolves.

"Speaking of...It's about time to get started" Remiel proclaimed proudly.

Distracted by the gathering, Michael hadn't even noticed the last rays of sunlight fading over the horizon and dusk finally setting cross the land. All around him the gathered men seemed to be growing more excited and eager, each of them starting to disrobe and toss their human garb to the side. Any other day, Michael would've been thrilled to be surrounded by nude men...

Behind Michael the moon started to rise, and the hunter's worst fears were realized. Each of the men started to twitch and spasm, their tongues hanging out of their mouths as their bodies rippled and their muscles grew. Remiel walked directly up to Michael, tossing off his cloak to expose his athletic form.

"Now Michael...I want you to watch every bit of this..."

Remiel's form was impressive before, but already his form was being molded by the moon. Where before he had the build of a simple warrior or archer, now the subtle six pack on his chest was practically bulging, each bit of muscle standing in stark relief. His limbs were rippling as layer after layer of muscle began to build on top of his arms and legs, giving him the look of some modern Neanderthal. Further completing the illusion of the caveman was the fact his body hair was quickly thickening - every inch of his body getting fuzzier by the second. Despite his best efforts, being this close to such a powerful looking nude male was getting Michael worked up. Below him his traitorous dick was quickly hardening up, starting to bob below his chest.

Remy leaned over, his nose flaring as he caught sent of Michael's arousal. He squatted down in front of Michael, moving in to teasingly stroke a single finger along Michael's throbbing dick. "You DO like what you see... Well keep watching, the best is yet to come" Remiel teased.

Remy kneeled down in front of Michael, growling ferally as the thick beard on his face started to become more silken and smooth out, his eyes started to turn the deep bestial, amber color Michael had seen earlier. Michael grimaced at the sickening sound of bones crunching as Remy's face started to push forward into a bestial snout. He'd seen it a dozen times when werewolves changed, but it always disgusted him. Remy, however, didn't seem to care at all, his tongue flicking over his lengthening canines as though leisurely enjoying the sensations. The man's ears started to reach out into points, slowly migrating up his head into his hair, even as that hair started to stretch and meld with the growing fur over his body, forming a long elegant mane.

The changing werewolf stood in front of Michael, showing him the most impressive bit of his changing anatomy. Remy's already massive tool seem to be engorging, swelling with blood, and darkening in color to a deep crimson red. One of the alpha wolf's shifting hands moved to grab the impressive tool, angling it up for Michael to see and stroking it to full mast. The tip was tapering off to a lupine point dribbling precum, the entire shaft melding into some unholy hybrid of human and canine anatomy. Around the base of the man's shaft a thick roll of furry skin was pulling up around the base of his cock, forming an animalistic sheath to contain his new dick.

Finally finished with his transformation, the satisfied werewolf gave a rumbling growl, flicking his tail and moving his pre-covered paw to rub the liquid right onto Michael's nose before the hunter could react. Michael snarled, trying fruitlessly to bite the paw in front of him. The entirety of the beast just smelled...wrong. The animalistic musk was already potent and it made him want to retch. All around him the other males had completed their own transformations... and each of them sported a terrifyingly large bright red canine shaft.

"As much as I'd love to break you in, Michael..." Remiel rumbled teasingly. "I'm saving myself for when you're a little further along. Hedgar likes guys like you, though... He'll do the honors."

Michael turned his head around to see the burly blacksmith, or at least what had formerly been the blacksmith, approaching him. The werewolf was dark grey and enormous. The blacksmith had a firm muscle gut in his human form, and the wolf had kept it even though his arms had bulked up to the size of posts. The normally greying hair on the blacksmith in this shape was a regal silver crest along his otherwise dark fur. The monster's hefty paws rubbed over Michael's barred ass cheeks, a low lusty growl rumbling from him.

"I'm going to enjoy this, hunter... And so are you, whether you want to or not."

Michael growled fiercely at the wolf, who suddenly disappeared behind him. Michael was briefly confused, wondering if the gesture had actually dissuaded his attacker... until he felt Hedgar's hot breath on his bare rump. The werewolf's powerful paws gripped Michael's rump cheeks and pulled them apart, his fuzzy muzzle bumping up between the firm mounds. Michael gasped as he felt the lupine's tongue brush out and lick up over his puckered hole, drawing an involuntary shudder from him. Soon Hedgar was lapping at Michael's exposed rump like an eager puppy who found a bit of steak on the floor. Despite all his insistence to the contrary, Michael was starting to enjoy the sensation of the slick lupine tongue violating him. He groaned helplessly, his own cock starting to pulse eagerly below him.

"Aww, I think our new pup likes it..." one of the near wolves teased. Michael whipped his head to the side to look at the werewolf that spoke and boggled. All of the wolves were fully unsheathed, their canine paws working over the pointed lengths, obviously enjoying the show.

"You... you fucking pervEERTS!" Michael cried out, his voice rising in pitch as the tongue behind him suddenly slipped into his rump and made him whimper in delight.

Hedgar's muzzle was absolutely drooling, working his slick lupine saliva into the hunter's rump to prepare him. He knew it wouldn't infect the hunter - not yet. Hunters tended to build up a resistance to lycanthropy through years of being infected and treating the wounds with wolfsbane. Not tonight, though. The grey furred wolf broke into a wicked grin at the thought, his paw eagerly working his shaft to coat it with thick wet globs of his precum - all the better to breed his new bitch with.

Finally the old wolf pulled away, leaving Michael a panting mess on the stone altar. Michael glanced over his shoulder apprehensively as the grey furred wolf hopped up onto the altar on his knees and his strong rough paws grabbed Michael's rump. Despite how wonderful the wolf's slobbery tongue had felt, Michael had no intention of getting rutted by one of these monsters and began to struggle on his bindings wildly.

"I will NOT be fucked by a beast, nor will I become one!" Michael yelled.

"I'm not giving you a choice, hunter." The big wolf snickered, reaching up and grabbing the human by the shoulder to hold him still while his other paw guided his slick tapered length up between the man's spread ass cheeks. The big wolf snarled at the man's struggling and rammed forward, his lubed prick spearing open the man's ass mercilessly.

Michael gasped and grabbed the stone altar in a death grip as the massive lupine rod rammed forward into his rear. He was far from a virgin - he frequently had paid his male 'escorts' to top him - but nothing could've prepared him for this. The wolf above him was so much larger than any male he'd seen it felt like he was being ripped apart inside.

The wolf leaned forward as he finally hilted himself in the tight human beneath him, grinning wickedly at Michael's expression. He gently nipped the man's ear, careful not to break the skin, his hot, bestial breath wafting over Michael's face. Michael shuddered at the smell. The wolf's breath was hot, fetid, and primal. It stunk of meat. Beyond just the breath, the potent masculine musk of the wolf was engulfing him. He had gotten used to the scent tracking werewolves, but having it so _intimate_here disgusted him.

"Don't worry, you'll love it soon enough... Did you know despite all the stories about biting, being seeded by a wolf is actually the fastest method of infection?" Hedgar teased.

The massive blacksmith dug his claws lightly into the man's shoulders, just enough to draw a wince from him and hold him back against him as he started to draw himself back from the man's tightly squeezing rump. His rear paws gripped against the stone as he started to rut the human in earnest, pumping his thick shaft into the human's rear - agonizingly slowly at first, the shaft practically oozing thick precum into him non-stop. He could only grin wolfishly at the knowledge of what it was doing to the man below him...

Michael moaned in spite of himself, wanting to bring a hand to his mouth to stifle the sound but unable to do it with to his bindings. When the werewolf had started to fuck him it hurt, but now a few thrusts later it was starting to feel...incredible. Each time the huge canine hilted in him his own dick pulsed in excitement, thin spurts of preseed leaking onto the stone below him. Michael's head dropped down to the stone below him, his mouth clamping shut as he tried to hold back his whimpering moans of pleasure.

"Did you know... pup... just like werewolf blood is a potent healing agent... rrff... our seed is too? Means even if you've... mmph... never taken someone this big before... you're adjusted before you know it... Still nice and tight though..."

Michael tried to snarl a response back, but what came out was an adorable sounding moan of pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks flush with embarrassment. He could feel the werewolf's movements becoming more frantic and feral, the beast above him growling happily as his dick pumped into the helpless human with delicious wet slurping sounds. Each time the big wolf pulled out Michael felt almost painfully empty, stifling the urge to cry out for more, to feel that monstrous shaft pressing into him. Only his rather shaky hatred of the beast kept his voice silent. Michael's own shaft was practically painfully hard, begging for a touch he couldn't give it with his hands bound out to the sides.

Michael could feel the base of the werewolf's dick starting to swell up into the sort of knot he knew dogs had. Michael dreaded having that massive bulge thrust into him - as big as the wolf's dick was, the knot was much bigger. And even beyond that...once he was tied, the lupine's seed would have nowhere to go but his gut, taking root and turning him into one of THEM. Michael desperately started trying to scramble away, straining against his bindings.

Hedgar grinned evilly as he felt the hunter start to struggle. There was no escaping what was about to happen. He grabbed the human's wrists tightly to hold him in place as he grunted and started to buck wildly into the struggling human, feeling his balls draw up tightly, his knot straining against the man's rump. Finally he tossed his head back and gave a ringing howl of triumph, barely keeping himself from knotting the man as his throbbing meat began to fire wave after wave of his potent, infectious cum, absolutely filling the man below him. Even with his knot pressed flush to Michael's ass, thick pearly globs of his spooge were leaking out and running down the back of Michael's legs.

Michael moaned like a bitch and squirmed as he felt that lupine cock explode into him. The heat made him feel so full and wonderful that his cock jumped, a miniature dribble of seed leaking out of it. That was, at least, until the heat within his stomach started to spread throughout the rest of his limbs. His eyes snapped open as he looked up in panic. "No no no no no..." Michael whined.

Hedgar nipped his ears again, laughing deeply as he dragged himself from the human's rear, another splurt of seed leaking from it which he reached back and gathered on his paw. "Oh yes, hunter. It's too late for you. Here, let me take care of those claw marks for you..."

The wolf rubbed the paw full of spooge over each of Michael's shoulders, the thick white substance quickly disappearing into the wounds. Even as the wounds sealed up Michael hissed, feeling the same powerful heat spreading out from each of the claw points, defiling him... turning him into one of THEM.

Hedgar finally walked away and Remy moved in front of the spasming, twitching hunter, grinning predatorily at him. Remy's paw reached out and grabbed him by the hair, twisting into it and forcing his gaze upwards at the rising moon. Michael felt like the moonlight was practically burning his eyes, intensifying the fire raging his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, but still couldn't shake the feeling.

"Don't bother, Michael. You're one of us now. You belong to the moonlight." Remiel chided.

When Michael opened his eyes again, he left out a gasp of both wonder and horror. The night time world seemed so much more...vibrant. Rather than being painted solely in shadows and greys, the moonlight seemed to shade everything in a silvery mask of their daytime colors. Almost as if the world was going to a costume ball and all the plants had put on their best dress for the occasion. Everything looked sharper, more alive than before.

Michael started at he realized what his vision meant- he was seeing from the slitted yellow eyes of a werewolf. He could feel the changes radiating outward from his eyes. His face was starting to subtly shift, his teeth sharpening and his nose growing darker. He could smell Remy's musk from here and the scent of his pre-soaked lupine shaft. Somehow it seemed...less repulsive than before. Almost nice. Unbidden thoughts of his mouth clamped tightly around the werewolf's dick invaded his thoughts, making him rapidly shake his head to cry to clear them.

"There Michael... Your eyes are already beautiful, now let's work on the rest of you..." Remy cooed teasingly.

Something in the wolf's baritone voice made Michael blush. No one ever really talked to him like that. Knowing he was of the Order, his "escorts" were usually very quiet and businesslike, and certainly no one within the Order would speak to him that way. Remy started to move behind him, climbing up onto the stone pedestal on all fours. Half of Michael wanted to curse at him, to yell and call him a monster... But something about his voice, and the alluring musky scent wafting off the wolf made the word's catch in his throat, coming out as a low, needy sounding whimper.

The big alpha wolf leaned over the changing hunter, running a rough paw along his back while the other stroked his pulsing red manhood, lining the tip up to Michael's well-fucked, cum dribbling hole. Michael whimpered and something in his brain burned... He wanted to yell, to protest... but something else inside him commanded otherwise.

Obey your alpha. Enjoy your lover.

As if sensing his conflict, Remiel's jet black muzzle split into a pearly predatory grin, his paw on the human's back moving up to cup his changing face. Even as Remy leaned forward and started to press his massive shaft into the shifting male's abused ass, he leaned and turned the human's face towards his own.

"That's it... You're starting to accept it, aren't you?"

Michael grunted in acknowledgement as he felt the colossal lupine spear start to press into him and spread his tight, abused hole. Hedgar had gotten him nice and spread before, and his flood of seed was still acting as a wonderful lubricant for the new dick working into him. Even still, Remiel was big and Michael was once again having to stretch to accommodate his girth. But this time, the stretching was almost... pleasant. It made him groan and squirm around the pulsing shaft, a strange new pressure starting to push at the top of his rump with every new inch of cock sliding into him.

"Mm Michael, your tail is starting to come in..." Remy teased.

Michael turned his head to look behind him. The warmth in his rump was a snowy white coating of fur spreading over his ass cheeks, and right between them a small fuzzy nub was slowly pushing out. He should've been disgusted, but something about it felt...right. Watching it made him feel giddy and light headed.

"Let's see if we can't help it out."

With that, the powerful alpha wolf moved his paws down to firmly grip the changing hunter's waist. Despite not being fully hilted, he began to drag his slick canine shaft back out of the man, then gave a quick thrust back in, just a little deeper than before, eliciting a tiny yelp of pleasure from Michael. Grinning like a maniac, the alpha wolf started to work himself in, each thrust going just a little deeper than before. With each push of the thick werewolf cock into him, the fur on Michael's rump spread a little further, climbing onto his back and stomach, and his little nub of a tail pushed out another inch. In spite of himself, Michael could see it wagging wildly as it grew. Hell, he could hardly say in spite of himself... each movement of the big wolf above him was making his dick throb harder than it ever had in his entire life. He'd give anything to have his hands free to touch it.

"There's a good pup... Look how much you're enjoying this already. Jeremiah, come over here and unbind our new pup and give her a treat."

Michael perked his head up at the phrase, turning to growl at the wolf mounting him. Almost surprisingly to him, his voice came out in an actual, animalistic snarl. Remy just snarled back at him, snapping his jaws shut just in front of Michael's face. Michael whined at him lowered his head instinctually in submission before blushing furiously at how easily he'd obeyed the wolf.

Damnit, Michael thought, why were these commands so hard to resist? And why do I want to resist?

The second thought shocked him, coming almost completely unbidden. They had to be messing with his head... Hadn't they? These creatures... they were monsters, big, strong, virile, sexy monsters.

Derek sauntered over to the rutting pair, wearing a mischievous lupine grin. The stud of a stable master had been hot to Michael as a man, but now his chocolate colored fur seemed to accentuate every hill and valley of his tight abs. Michael practically drooled at the sight. Derek seemed to notice the stare and took a moment to flex his powerful arms, letting go of his throbbing red rocket and letting it bob in front of Michael's face. Even with the distance between them, Michael's nose was flooded with the wolf's overpowering musky scent. He desperately tried to hold his breath to avoid breathing it in.

"Pup, I could tell you were checking me out from the moment you pulled your horse into my stables... Now you can fulfill your fantasy... Take a nice lick..."

With that Derek flopped his shaft right between Michael's eyes. As soon as the slippery length touched his skin, Michael's vision exploded in a field of green light. He'd seen the runes on the rest of his body, but not the ones on his face until now. Michael's mind reeled and burned, an animalistic scream escaping him. He could feel the bones in his jaw starting to pop and stretch... Despite his alarm he felt no pain, only the alien sensation of his mouth pulling outwards, a sea of white fur quickly spreading out along his features. As his new muzzle pushed out, Michael could cross his eyes and see his nose growing darker, warping into his new canine sniffer.

Michael gasped for air through his new jaw and realized everything had changed. His nose could smell everything around him. It was though every scent around him had come into a sharper focus - the smell of the flowers on the night air, the dank scent of the damp night earth, and, of course most importantly, the spicy masculine scent of all of the wolves around him. Specifically, with Derek right in front of him he could smell every nuance of the erotic musky smell coming off of his nuts. Moments before he was trying to hold his breath, but now the scent was so alluring. All he wanted was to get a deeper whiff!

Michael pushed his growing snout forward into Derek's crotch, shoving his snout right up against his plump, musky balls. Their scent burned into his nose and made him quiver with delight... he had no idea why but the smell was so right, it made him burn with desire. Unbeknownst to him, a strange heat really WAS moving through him alongside the green glow from the runes, slowly working its way down his chest. Michael's new lupine tongue licked out obliviously over the wolf's orbs, savoring the taste of his masculinity and tracing upwards over the firm plump sheath.

Even as Michael worked on the delicious wolf meat in front of him, Remy continued to eagerly fuck the rear of his new bitch. With each rock forward into Michael's tight rear the changing hunter moaned in pleasure, and the fur on his rump spread further outwards, quickly climbing up his back and down his legs. As the fur moved, Michael's muscles tensed and twitched, tightening and becoming stronger and more animalistic. Michael loved the sensation... it made him feel so powerful, so right! Each hilt into his eager ass made him feel like he was so close to blowing his load, but for some reason he just couldn't quite reach it.

Above him Derek growled happily, meeting Remy's eyes across the changing man and growling happily. "It seems our new bitch loves her new role already..."

"Indeed she does..." Remiel laughed, "Go on Michael, you know you want to taste him. You're already fucked... figuratively and literally, so go ahead."

Derek reached down and undid the knots binding Michael's wrists out to the sides. For a brief moment, Michael realized he was free... Well besides the wonderful lupine dick pounding into his rear. He could pull away, make a run for the woods...They might kill him, though. Michael suddenly felt bad... Why would these wolves kill him? They certainly weren't hurting him. Quite the contrary, he felt better than he ever had in his life and no one had ever fucked him so amazingly.

Michael decided to use his newfound freedom for a better use. He immediately reached up to take the wolf prick ahead of him, guiding it into his new snout. His teeth briefly grazed it, unused to the new snout, but soon he had the massive prick sliding over his tongue and deep into his warm wet maw. As good as the wolf's furry nuts had tasted, the musky shaft was altogether something else. Michael's eyes closed as he slid his tongue along it, savoring the taste and lapping up the salty liquid slowly dribbling from the tip.

Above him Derek grunted in pleasure, moving his paws to grip the sides of Michael's almost lupine head. His fingertips gently ran up along the humans ears as fur sprouted up along them, the tips growing pointed. With each bobbing motion of Michael's head, Derek stroked his ears upwards, slowly pulling them up to the top of his head and in their proper new canine position. Michael's fur had slid over halfway down his arms and had creeped onto his upper chest. Derek looked, down meeting Michael's amber gaze and growling approvingly at the slutty new werewolf's eager motions over his dick... the best was yet to come.

Michael suddenly gasped around the cock in his maw as the fur reached his chest, about the same time as the glow covering the druidic symbols. Something felt off about his nipples... the fur surrounded them even as the perky flesh darkened but something was just... not right. They felt tingly, hot, and tight. It felt like the skin there was stretching, just slightly. Michael's breath started coming in ragged gasps around the shaft in his maw, his eyes looking up in fear and confusion.

As if to answer his question, Remiel hunched over him, both of his powerful furry arms wrapped around Michael's chest. His paws firmly squeezed the flesh of Michael's pecs - finding it plush and malleable, expanding outward's just a bit to fill the werewolf's paws. Female werewolves didn't have large breasts, but their pecs were still visibly different than the males - and there was little question what Michael was becoming. The feel of the wolf's leathery paw pads rubbing his sensitive nipples made Michael cry out and whimper. His voice was surprisingly high pitched and the sound made him blush furiously beneath his new white fur.

"You feel that, Michael?" Remiel teased, "I wasn't lying when I said you were going to take a walk in HER paws..."

The wolf's claw tips gingerly traced over the man's skin before taking Michael's nipples and rolling them sensually. The sudden spike of pleasure made Michael moan needily around the dick in his maw. His moans sounded so wrong, so feminine, he flushed even brighter through his fur. Michael could swear his nipples were getting more blindly sensitive with each rotation as Remy's paws mercilessly rolled and teased them, the sensation making him cry out and whimper desperately.

Suddenly more concerning than the growing pleasure centered on his chest, though, was the sudden pressure in his crotch as the green glow creeping down his chest finally reached it. Michael gave an involuntary cry around the dick in his snout. His shaft was tensing, tightening, like the flesh was straining. It made the sensation of being fucked even more intense, like someone's hand was gripping his length and working it with agonizing slowness. Each time the furry hips of the massive wolf behind him slammed against his rump the pleasure grew, as did the feeling of tightness in his shaft. His curiosity and panic were quickly becoming too much to bear. Michael pulled his panting muzzle off of the dick ahead of him to look between his legs, almost afraid of the result. Derek just snickered and let the soon to be bitch pull away, wagging mischievously and satisfying himself with jerking his canine meat for the moment.

What the hunter saw between his furry thighs filled him with both terror and a strange, instinctual excitement. His formally proud almost eight inch shaft was definitely smaller - down to a normal six or so - and stained the same black color as Remiel's. His fur-covered orbs also felt tighter and felt pulled closer to his body. Michael flushed with heat as he saw the alpha's massive, pup-siring orbs slapping against his own, now rather inadequate pair. Each pump into his rear made his shrunken dick give another thin dribble of precum and made his sack dwindle just a tiny bit more, but it felt wonderful - like some invisible force was cupping his balls and squeezing them gently.

"NononononoOOO!" Michael whined, trailing into an involuntary moan, almost unable to speak with the heightened levels of pleasure ravaging him. "You... you c-can't do this!"

"Oooo I am quite sure I can...mmph... Michael." Remiel said slyly. "Just imagine... Soon, you'll be helping us make quite a few new werewolves... On your knees, tail hiked, begging for a big strong male to fill you, to quench the burning heat in your loins..."

The thoughts came to Michael's mind unbidden and uncontrollable. He pictured his current wolfen body on all fours, tail hiked to reveal a glistening bitch's sex while a male wolf's tongue dove into him, no trace of his dick in sight. The image made his crotch flush with a bizarre heat and his developing new instincts scream with the need to quench that heat.

Remiel was all too eager to help his new pack mate with those urges. His paws firmly squeezed the blossoming breasts on Michael's chest while he hammered away more and more ferally. With each piston it felt like something was tugging Michael's dick back into him, rubbing it, and kneading it. His pathetic 3.5" long cock was almost constantly dribbling precum now. No... his new sensitive nose realized - it wasn't precum, it was closer to something else. Something more appropriate for a female wolf. Despite his embarrassment Michael's dick screamed for release - a release that just wasn't coming. Without warning, one of Remiel's paws moved down to his new omega's junk and fondled around, taking ahold of Michael's miniature manhood. Michael gasped in shock and pleasure - all the nerves, all of the pleasure from his former 8" shaft was concentrated down into that little hyper sensitive finger of a dick. Remiel began to gently stroke his changing packmate's dick with his rough paw pads, just teasing and rolling the sad little nub. The feelings coursing through Michael crested to a plateau of ecstatic bliss he couldn't imagine, his rear squeezing the intruder in him wildly, desperately.

The feeling of his new bitch's eager rump squeezing and milking his rear and the knowledge of what was happening to the transforming hunter below him was too much for Remiel. "Yes... Savor it... Cum for me bitch. Cum for your alpha and show him how much you love being fucked!" Remiel howled. He lunged forward and bit down on Michael's scruff roughly, growling dominantly and slamming himself up to the knot, forcing himself not to tie. His lupine dick jumped and started to flood wave after wave of his potent, tainted seed into Michael's rump, filling him and claiming him utterly and completely.

Michael couldn't resist the sexy insistent command from his alpha. With a few bucks forward into his alpha's wolfish paw he finally crested over the edge, throwing his head back and howling in pure ecstasy. Michael's tiny cock began to spray wildly, releasing a torrent of his tainted seed onto the stone below. With each shot of hot werewolf cum blasting into Michael's insides his dick gave an extra powerful shot of spooge, his pathetic shaft dwindled further, and his werewolf form became a little more slender and shapely. He was literally emptying his male essence out onto the altar with each pump of seed! Female werewolves were ripped, terrifying... but there was still no mistaking Michael for a male werewolf, not anymore. Even as Michael cried out for what he was losing, the pleasure he was feeling kept building higher and higher than he'd ever imagined - he never wanted that rapture to end!

The excitement of watching his alpha rut and his new pack member's emerging femininity was bringing Derek to the edge - panting, huffing, and tugging his own dick wildly. Finally he peaked as well, aiming his pointed rocket right at Michael's twitching muzzle, emptying jet after jet of his wolfen jizz onto the new bitch's snout, staining the fur even whiter. The first splatter landing on his muzzle distracted Michael from starring at his shrinking pride. The lupine seed smelled so wonderful to Michael's new nose and instincts. Without even realizing what he was doing, Michael opened his snout and let the drops of cum land on his tongue, lapping at the air as best as he could.

It felt like Michael was cumming harder and more heavily than he ever had in his life, yet still he felt unfulfilled - the burning need in his loins only grew by the second. With each spurt of cum his balls shriveled and shrank away a little more, pulling up to either side of his crotch. Worse, every jet of his seed was thinner and more watery than before. Remiel's nostrils flared as he took in his changing smell of his pack mate's spend - from the tangy scent of a male to the spicy, intoxicating scent of the juices of a needy bitch. Remiel's paw probed eagerly around his changing mate's vanishing orbs. The fur in between them was thinning and disappearing, and a small indention was starting to form. The scents and feelings were too much for the riled alpha to stand.

Without warning, Remy pulled his cum-slicked dick from his new mate's rear, grabbing him and flipping him over onto his back. In his delirious euphoria Michael didn't even struggle, his muzzle hanging back limply as he panted and tried to come down from the most glorious orgasm of his life, and the last orgasm he would ever have as a male. Derek wasted no time taking advantage of the situation, resting his musky orbs right on the new bitches' muzzle. Michael could do little more than whine and lick at them happily, still lost in his daze.

Having caught sight of his prize Remiel dove between Michael's legs, spreading his thighs apart with his paws. He buried his snout right up against Michael's crotch, taking in the powerful new pheromones, the hot needy scent, his nostrils flaring and his cock stirring to life once again and a deep lust filled growl escaping him. He brought one paw up to his own cock, a small orb of water conjuring there as he quickly worked it along his shaft, cleaning himself off even as he brought his pulsing manhood back to full attention. He pulled Michael's tiny inch and a half dick into his muzzle even as his snout pressed flush to the growing lips before him, his tongue diving into the deepening cleft. He lapped into it with feral fervor, each push down deepening the new orifice, and each lap up erasing some of the definition on Michael's cock.

Michael could only thrust his paws downwards, grabbing onto his alpha's head as the powerful wolf's tongue drilled into his new sex, pressing him forward and begging for more. The strange alien heat was building in his gut, mounting higher and higher, making him squirm and moan helplessly. Finally with one last gush he bucked his hips forward, his new sex squirting his juices into his alpha's maw as his balls vanished entirely into his crotch and cock gave its last pathetic dribble, melding into HER new clit atop her new eager lips. Michael collapsed panting and whimpering after having ridden out the most intense two orgasms of his, or rather her, life.

Remiel, however, had only been driven into a frenzy by having his muzzle buried directly in the intense scent of needy, dripping bitch entering her first heat. Pent up by the build-up of the whole night and his new mate's readiness, Remiel wasted no time climbing atop the pedestal, slinging Michael's legs over his shoulders and lining up his stuff lupine rod with her soaked new sex, his paws tightly gripping her shoulders. One quick growl at Derek resulted in the beta wolf flattening his ears submissively and whining. He pulled his sweaty orbs off of the new wolf's face and retreated, content to watch his alpha and stroke himself. Michelle looked up, still dazed, then whimpered and nodded... despite the rippling orgasm, the burning heat in her loins hadn't died down at ounce. If anything, it had only become more intense with the virile alpha male above her. His musky scent was mixing with the cum dribbling from her rear, and the remnants of his own spend on his chest - all of it sending his instincts into a frenzy and making him pant out. "Mmph... Gods of light...Fuck me!"

Remiel didn't need a second invitation. He dug his claws into the white fur of the beautiful wolfess below him and drove him forward, burying his colossal lupine rod into that wet eager snatch, spearing almost half his length in before he started to meet powerful resistance. Michael clenched her muzzle shut as she felt that gargantuan shaft invade her - realizing for the first time through the intense discomfort, bordering on outright pain, that she was, in fact, still a virgin in this new hole. Her fur bristled and she hissed as the massive wolf kept pressing inwards heedlessly, feeling like he was tearing her open inside, her walls straining to accommodate the massive intruder claiming her new snatch. Both of her paws flew up to his back, gripping tightly, burying into the fur and flesh deep enough to draw blood.

"Don't worry, Michelle..." Remiel grunted "Your regeneration will kick in after a second." As if to punctuate the point he drew back in, then gave a titanic thrust forward, ripping through the virginal lining of his new mate and quickly burying his mammoth dick almost up to the hilt. Michael dug her claws into his back and swore aloud, practically screaming at the impatient male. Remiel grimaced but smiled at the rough treatment, just nestling up crotch-to-crotch with his new breeder and giving her time to adjust to his throbbing, pulsing shaft. After a few seconds of panting and heavy breathing Michael realized that the arrogant alpha male was right... What would've taken quite a while for a normal women to adjust to had happened in seconds thanks to her new lupine abilities and now she was already feeling tingling pinpricks of pleasure running along her new walls. She felt so full and fulfilled. Each shift of the big male above her made his fuzzy pubic fur tickle her extra sensitive clit, bringing a tiny whimper of pleasure from her.

As soon as Remy saw the look of contentment on his mate's face he began slowly pulling back out; making Michael squirm at the strange feeling of emptiness as her virginal walls contracted and clutched around the retreating tool helplessly. As soon as only the tip of his thick rod was left in her thick length immediately speared back to the hilt and her new love tunnel squeezed and molded to his shape. The two wolves briefly exchanged a panting, wordless glance of lust and desire before the huge alpha male started to rut in earnest, each thrust bringing a guttural moan of pleasure to Michael's new snout, growing louder with each movement. She could feel the pulsating dick within her squirting thick jets of precum with every movement, the hot slick liquid squelching out around her spread lips.

Michael moved her legs down, wrapping them tightly around the wolf that was rutting her so very wonderfully. She hooked her new footpaws around him, gripped his back, and started pulling herself forward into the thrusts, shuddering with delight every time the tapered shaft rammed up against her new cervix. Every pulse of pre and throb made her groan and beg for more. Remiel hunched over, panting and grinning before suddenly pulling his new bitch into a feral kiss, his tongue diving into her snout, dominating her and making her whimper with need. Finally Michael could feel the enormous alpha wolf's knot starting to inflate. Each piston forward into her made it strain against her virginal lips, the engorged knot grinding and rubbing over her hyper sensitive clit. All the pleasure found in the eight inches of the former male's cock was concentrated into that heavenly nub and each push against it made her cry out in need and delight, a familiar heat building in her stomach, growing more intense with every push. The wolf gave one, two thrusts more before his new mate's lips finally stretched widely apart, his thick knot popping into her and tying the two together.

Remiel gave a few final thrusts of what little dick he could move tied so deep into his bitch, then broke away from the kiss, his body shaking with pleasure as he finally reached his peak. The sexy alpha threw back his head and gave an earth shattering howl of triumph as his cock pulsed deep inside of her, jet after jet of his tainted bestial cum flooding into her awaiting eager depths. As soon as that first fiery jet sprayed into her Michael threw back her head, baying out her own delicious triumph as the burning fire in her belly erupted through her body, bringing her to a plateau she never thought imaginable, her toes curling up in pleasure and digging into her mate's thick hide. The huge alpha continued cumming by the bucket, wave after wave of seed filling her, seemingly without end, making her stomach almost swell. Even as she rode out her climax, Michael could feel the wolf's virile lupine claiming her new womb...and her humanity, the fire in her limbs fusing the curse into her body forever. Exhausted, the pair collapsed atop each other in a pile of hot, sweaty fur.

Remiel lapped tiredly at his mates face exhaustedly between his heavy pants. "You're part of the pack now... Michelle." Michael, now Michelle, nuzzled back at him and thought of the pleasure she was basking in now. Of the pack surrounding her... all spent and content looking, tongues lolling out and their stomachs covered in their own spend from watching the sexy pair rut. Her old life seemed to fall away like chains... All duty, death, and thankless toil... to ruin the lives of creatures like these. Tears briefly welled in her eyes and she realized her loss, and gain. She pulled her new mate back into a soft kiss and muttered back to him. "...Thank you, alpha."

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Master Nadal snorted impatient and leaned against the counter while the proprietor of the hunters lodge fetched his gear. Eventually, the strong looking woman returned from the back rooms, unrolling several maps onto the table and pointing out sites on them. "Yes, this is the route your hunter friend took, I believe..."

Nadal looked up incredulously still, then looked down at the note the hunter had handed him again. Sure enough, the note was exactly in Michael's hand writing.

Dear friends of the order, I must regretfully resign from my position. Destiny calls me to another land more in need of my services than our own. I move on to a new role as a protector. Do not worry for me. Michael.

It seemed so strange. Michael had occasionally shown hesitance on the hunt, but to abandon his duties? It was out of character for him. Nadal looked back to the inn keeper and spoke with a grumbly voice. "You're sure he took care of your werewolf problem, then afterwards, he wrote this and vanished?"

The young woman shifted lightly, putting on a smile Nadal could swear he'd seen somewhere before. "Yes, we've got no problems with werewolves here anymore. I doubt you'll catch up to your friend Michael, though..."

Nadal grunted and looked over the maps then shook his head. "There's something going on here. Michael wouldn't just abandon his duties. I'm going to get to the bottom of this if it kills me." With that, he stormed from the store.

Michelle just grinned widely as she watched him leave, exchanging a knowing glance with the stable master across the street. Maybe they would "catch up" with his missing friend after all...