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This story is a work of erotic gay horror (fiction) that contains descriptive scenes of sex & anatomy with underaged minors & adults, set in supernatural situations; but always focused primarily on the theme of transformation. It is purposely designed to shock, arouse & offend. Do not view this material in areas that frown upon such things in a legal context. No reproduction or redistribution is allowed without the author's written consent. Feedback / style / grammar tips, are encouraged & appreciated. [email protected]

Bad Puppy

by OldeWoof

Chapter Two: Machetes & Mischief

When morning finally arrived, the creature, mist and shrieking crowds had all dissolved away, leaving me back in the living room. My spirit had long ago passed out from pain and pleasure, while the fiendish beast had it's way with me. When the sun rose, I jolted awake. Finding myself naked, I was no longer easily manifesting clothing, which was puzzling. Checking myself, the only other thing that seemed to have changed, was me. My increasingly snaggled hand ran the ends of darkening claw tips along the thick hairs of my mutated manhood, erotically tickling as it went. The modest sized black furred sheath and balls glistened in the light of the rising sun. It bobbed and waggled, partially attached to my abdomen, much like a common dog. Fuck. My equipment was now completely canine in form and function, as my new red rocket steadily began to slide upwards from the attention. I uncontrollably gasped and hunched into the air. The pink tip looked wet and inviting as it throbbed, but I ignored it with some difficulty; too busy brewing new anger towards the thing that had been my son, turned inhuman-rapist. The loathsome monster was now trying to change me; to become an evil fuckbeast just like it had become. I vowed that I would resist it at every opportunity...

Days were silent and lonely. Nights, the heinous wolf would return, only to forcibly drink my spirit-cum and slowly hump me into more and more of an animal. Trying to hide it's control of me, I would try to manifest as more human than I really was. Perhaps it was an attempt at modesty, or just to simply hide the shame of turning into a sex-crazed animal. When I resisted, the creature would laugh, grabbing my black furred dick roughly, and say, "As long as I control this..." making its point by crushing my boned shaft with a massive paw, "I control this," and it pointed to my head, the claw tip burning into my mind. During those times, I never saw any hints that my son remained within the body or soul of the wolf creature. There was no love or tenderness in anything it did. After it repeatedly failed to trick and seduce me by pretending to be my child, the animal had no more reason to speak to me. Our pairings became even more cold and brutal, as it increasingly demanded and took what it wanted by force alone. The idea of unwanted sex without love for all eternity, was eating away at my soul. I tried everything to block out the events each night brought with it, even if it meant cooperating with the creature as it feed me it's tainted cum. God, I hated myself for giving in, each time.

About two weeks went by, and I heard the local Sheriff call out while heavily knocking on the front door. I shouted back, but I knew it was hopeless getting his attention. I was dead, after all. Hearing no reply, he then smashed the glass in, reached around with his arm and unlocked the door, letting himself into the cabin. It didn't take long for his apparent suspicions to be confirmed, when he found my roting body and rifle I had used, in the bedroom. Uncharacteristically, the dark beast that had been my son, Shawn, materialized next to me. It looked interested in what was happening inside the cabin. Its tail wagged happily.

"What are you doing here? It's not time to come and fuck me yet..." I said. The creature laughed darkly, then slowly sunk its huge paw into the chest of the officer nearest him. Red energy whirled around the raw-boned wrist like a whirlpool. The beast seemed to act just like it was checking the temperature of bath water or something. Then it leapt from one human to the other, performing the same test. After checking them all with a disapproving snarl on its muzzle, it exclaimed, "GrrrRRRrrrr. None of them have it!" Some of the men coughed or casually scratched at their chests, where it had passed into them.

"Have what?"

"The spark... Like your son," it growled. I turned to look up at it, then it lowered its head to peer back at me, red eyes ablaze. It continued to project it's words into my mind...

"Shawn already had a spark of the wild in him. That's how he could hear the wolf spirit calling him, making him WANT to pull it down. He listened to it sing in his dreams, then wanted the freedom and pleasures it promised him. He fell in love with the raw power of it."

"How did he come to have this... This spark?" I inquired, as I tried to make sense of what I was being told.

"By blood," it said. My eyes widened at its words. How could this be?

"But Shawn's blood came from me! And I never heard the pelt do anything all those years it hung there..." I said, pointing at my chest for emphasis.

"True, Old Man. But the young make easier prey. However, it's the same way I helped you kill yourself on that lonely, silent night; making you want to use that rifle, making you want to pull that trigger... There were no distractions in an empty house cloaked in death-- just me putting my paw in your head; making you see and feel what I wanted," it smuggly intoned, as it tapped my head lightly with a ebony claw. I recoiled in horror, as it bellowed in howling evil laughter, explosively dissolving away into wispy tendrils of blackness. An anger so deep and pure flowed into me. I vowed from then on, that I would not look upon the beast as it came to claim me each night-- I would not give it the satisfaction.. Ever. Soon, more police flooded in, then the city Coroner finally arrived. A large black station wagon was parked near the front porch.

"Death by suicide," he said to one of the detectives, as he picked up a shattered piece of my skull.

"What a brainiac," I thought, while I eavesdropped. The men milled about for some time, looking for clues as to what might have happened, even digging up the bones of the hybrid monster I had recently buried in the backyard. There was confusion over the bones, what order they went in, and even uncertainly if they belonged to the same animal. When the grizzly-bear-sized penis bone was brought up out of the pit, my cock seemed to vibrate in strange sympathy. Tears welled up at the corners of my eyes, as I remembered my little boy, again. Then I overheard the driver say the bones were to be shipped to the local university, about 200 miles away. My remains were to be shipped to the county morgue, where drug testing would be attempted. But never once, did anyone notice the chest with the pelt in it. It was almost as if it were invisible to their conscious minds. I moved closer to it, noticing the energies crackling around it had shifted from its earlier blue, into the same frightening red that now glowed from my tormentor's eyes. Before long, the men seemed satisfied they had collected all the evidence there was, wrapping police barricade tape around the entire house, to seal it. Night came, once again... And again, and again. A strobing series of light and dark moments without seeming end, as the future quickly became the past.

This I thought, must be what it means to be dead. Years sped by in the blink of an eye, but the cabin always remained empty. I figured the property had probably fallen back to the State, as my only living relative, my son, was either presumed either missing or dead. How could anyone ever guess the massive mutant remains they dug up out back, had ever been my little Shawn? I doubted the marrow in it's worm-gnawed bones would have ever matched up to my DNA. Over time, small cottonwood trees had gown up around the house, punching holes into the roof of the porch in different places. The light from the windows had increasingly dimmed from the growing vegetation and filth that built up on the sagging windows. Small panes of glass had been knocked out or broken as the thriving trees thrashed against them during heavy winds or storms. Rats, roaches and termites ruled here now. Rain rotted a big hole in the roof that eventually ate into the floor above, finally letting a large shaft of light into the center of the living room, near the pelt. The light was comforting to me. Oddly, the chest never seemed to age a day, as the accumulating dust in the decaying ruins danced around it, only to fall nearby, instead. When I saw water pouring in from a severe thunderstorm, and watched the liquid flow around the box without it ever getting wet; I knew the foul creature was somehow responsible for preserving the evil treasure it contained.

Lighting flashed and the broken remains of the cabin shook from the wind and thunder, this night. The familiar nightly miasma returned, cooling my world, as the haze extended into where I waited. I dreaded the return of the monster that came to milk me and hump me further into a beast every night, but I realized almost from the start, that I had no willpower to truly deny it's dark desires. Shame and dread once again filled my spirit. The usual crowd of relatives and ancestors had long ago either moved on, or gotten bored of the obscene displays that played out each night. No familiar voices or silhouettes could be made out now, as a different sort of gathering had slowly formed to replace the original. The misty shapes were mostly inhuman in proportion, displaying nearly every variation between man and wolf. Some creatures were crouched down on fours, some of them digitigrade, some were flat footed, but all of them had come to witness or cheer the black beast on, as it forced more and more of my humanity from me. I both feared and longed for the accursed animal's nightly molestations, as I had nothing else to look forward to, no one else to talk to, no one left to love, for all eternity. But my creature seemed later than usual tonight, for reasons yet unknown to me...

There was suddenly a murmuring of what sounded like barking and growls all around me, then one of the shadowy figures stepped towards me, pulling more into focus and contrast as it came into the dimming light of the room. No spirit had ever crossed the barrier between watcher and watched, before. I stood poised for action, feeling my altered body tense for possible battle, as the unknown entity approached. My distorted body automatically held my short tail up stiffly, claws open to slash, as I dropped my snouted head lower-- ready to attack if need be. I thought I could feel the hairs on my neck and back raise.

"You're filling out nicely, for a white guy," said the smiling, naked Indian, who was boldly striding up to me. He gently laid a heavy hand on my forearm, as I flinched and growled. Seemingly unconcerned, his long copper fingers slowly worked down into my grey furred shoulder. I could instantly tell he meant me no harm. I began to relax, almost purring at the tenderness of his contact. I was so lonely here. Encouraged, he massaged deeper into my undercoat, working the tense muscles. The heat of his touch soaked into my body, helping soften my defensive stance further. Still, nothing here could be taken at face value, so I was suspicious of this mysterious being's motivations.

"Who the fuck are you?" I growled, threateningly. My hind paws shifted into the ground, attempting to further reinforce my hunched posture.

"A friend. Someone come to warn you... Prepare you." smiled the copper colored man. His warm smile appeared honest. Judging by the speech patterns, he was definitely an American Indian. Large, tanned fingers slowly moved down to caress my shaggy canine sheath, which was now permanently anchored up higher at my abdomen. Primal lust quickly radiated from my groin, making my chisel-tipped dick eagerly raise to greet this new playmate. The look and feel of my human penis was beginning to become merely a distant memory, as I had come to prefer this one much more. As I watched this strange man work, I noticed other than the grey hair on his head, his body was otherwise hairless. And there was not an ounce of body fat anywhere to be seen. Tightly bundled striations of muscle danced beneath the glossy surface of his tanned body. His long brown dick had started to firm up and expose the soft, uncut head. I caught myself panting as it bloomed. The man seemed satisfied I was now properly relaxed as he looked up at me, with an expression of kind urgency.

"We do not have much time... The creature that torments you, hunts the other realms. It craves violence and destruction, attacking lesser beings, consuming their energy. It will not be delayed much longer." he said, as he finished patting me, then started to stroke his own fuck-stick. The bronze skinned meat was growing even heavier and harder, as it raised up to greet me. The man seemed to be chanting something while he worked over his tool. Fully engorged, it was a throbbing tower of maleness. Soon, short white fur sprouted over the developing, plump sheath. A pointed red tip quickly pressed out, displacing the opening as it wetly slid forward. My muzzle watered at the sight, feeling my own wolf dick responding favorably to this stranger's uninhibited performance.

"Words take too long. There is much you must know... Suck," offered the partially transforming man. His strong hands reached up and guided my wolfish head down into his waiting, feral crotch. The huge shaft plunged deeply into my gaping maw, as I drooled around it's throbbing mass. I savored the musky scent and taste my increasingly canine senses lavished upon me. Instinctively wriggling my muscular tongue around it, thick canine pre filled my muzzle as reward. I closed my eyes to better focus on the intense sensations. In that darkness, I noticed a soft pulse of light coinciding with each thrust the man-wolf made. The Indian quickly began to growl and jackhammer like a rabid dog, deeply ramming the engorged shaft even deeper into my bottomless throat. He was soon shooting his seed into me. Alternating rings of glowing gold and black, radiating from my center of vision, appeared with every hump. I could feel our shared passions slowly join together as one. Suddenly, a clearly illuminated starry sky laid open before me... Framed by black mountains in the distance, pine trees whispered, flickering orange in the light of the open fires. A soft breeze tickled at my fur.

Many warriors were gathered in a circle, each with the skin of wolf on their backs. Bear grease and herbs kept the skins stuck to their bodies as they moved. The man who's cock I now sucked, was also there; both arms raised heavenward, with a wolf skin draped over him. Chanting for the blessings and favors of Grandfather Wolf, the shaman begged this great spirit to let his people eat, so they could worship him, reveling in the guise of wolves. Drums and rattles kept an increasing rhythm and pulse to the dance, as strong young males whirled faster and faster. Oiled muscles and fur glowed in the firelight. The souls of large, powerfully built wolves of all colors and patterns, now gathered around the circle, loping slowly around the outer ring. Their yellow eyes glinting, tongues lolling, as if they danced along with the warriors. Other spirits, both wolf and human, also drew closer to observe. Some of the running wolf spirits sprung into the circle, their souls fusing into the males who each bore their pelts. Muscular copper legs began altering, bulking and bending to half animal form, while the men practiced sharing their souls and bodies with their beasts; learning from each part of themselves, as they moved in unison to the swelling music. With pride and passion, they leapt about, balancing, jumping and whirling on thick, increasingly hairy, lupine toes. The dancers reenacted the great hunts of both races, with feathers, fur, fangs and spears, arcing in perfect sync to the music. Drums beat faster while the jutting, animal-like cocks of the dancing men became long and hard, now growing thick with light colored fur. The pelts seamlessly fluttered & fused into their skins, blending and spreading into their ever changing bodies. Strong, wide wolven paws now heavily stamped out drum beats into the dirt. The half-beasts cried out in joy from deeper throats and mouths. Red and blue canine muscle burst from their shaggy sheaths as they pounced each other, licking and mounting their brothers in wild celebration. Where braves had danced, wolves now ran on all fours. Some of the reborn animals even mated with the tribe's squaws, who had eagerly attended the ceremony. The women knew their human cubs would one day carry the gift forward; for new dances, new hunts. Pleasure was shared equally between all, at this joyful reunion of bodies and souls. Once sated in their lovemaking, the Shaman, now a large wolf himself, rallied the Pelt Dancers to the hunt. Each warrior promised to bring back meat, with their wolven throats fully resonating, in ancient song. The gathered spirits howled their blessings in response under the twinkling stars. What I had just witnessed was symmetrical in balance; both sides benefiting from the physical and spiritual exchange that has just taken place. The shaman's last jolt of radiant cum threw me backwards, knocking me back into the dark living room of the cabin. The sun had been down for a few minutes, already. I blinked, as I tried to reorient myself.

"The wolf you shot in the chicken coop, was descended from a favored son of Grandfather Wolf. He is a very old, powerful spirit," said the now muzzled, mostly hairless man-wolf before me. Bronze skin had stretched over bulked-up muscle, which was still hairless over most of it's body. The only fur that had formed, was mostly the canine head and shaggy silver mane, which ended in an attractive "V" at its chest. A fluffy white treasure trail pointed downwards to his canine equipment, which was now retracting back into a cream-colored sheath. "That wolf was in many ways, family. You share its blood."

"My family is descended from Pelt Dancers?"

"Some stupid squaw married an ancestor of yours," joked the Shaman, as he smiled again. High pitched barking and snarling could be heard among the ghostly silhouettes around us. He turned to address where the sound came from. "Sorry... No offense. Anyways, I can't linger here," he said, as he turned back to teasingly stroke around the furry tip of my sheath, where my cock had returned. My glowing pre coated the hairless tip and slit, making my lipstick start to peek out again. The man turned, as if hearing something, then said, "It has apparently won its battle and comes to claim you, yet again. I must leave soon..."

"Wait! Before you go, tell me this: why did my son lose his spirit?" I whined. Lapping up the last of his powerful energy dripping from my chops, I then continued, "Why did he become a mindless monster?"

"No disrespect, but you white guys always go crazy," laughed the holy man. "They lack balance, discipline," he said, while pointing to his hybrid anatomy, flaunting the obvious control over his form. "Most of them no longer hear Grandfather Wolf's voice, and become lost," groaned the Shaman, as he shifted back into more human proportions. "Dogs are just wolves that have lost their way. They may even think they are like the humans that care for them--but when they kill, they do it for pleasure; not out of necessity. Balance is broken, you see? Your son was much the same. He would have eventually been unable to choose his path, since the spirit wanted a host to completely control. Eventually, the pelt would have never come off. Killing the creature while bonded merely speed up the process."

"How do you know all these things? A host for what?"

The man laughed, "The dead watch between the corners of your eyes and the place where you mind begins. There are no secrets there," and he gestured towards the uneasy phantoms obscured in the growing mist around us. It was getting much colder and hazier now.

"But a host for what purpose?" I pressed, with both ears cocked forward.

"Revenge? To breed a new race of warriors? To father cubs?" said the naked Indian. He scratched his chin with human fingernails, as if deep in thought. "There are now more wolf souls than there are physical bodies for them-- thanks to white men's rifles and poison. No offense. But there are many reasons for a powerful, angry spirit to interfere in the natural order of things," he said, then distractedly cocked his head, as if listening for a moment. His eyes widened a tad, then grimly intoned, "Ah, it seems my time is over." Then he simply faded from view while I thought I faintly heard, "You have friends here..."

The vile black demon that took over my son, phased into the misty space near me. The numbing cold and air-sucking silence, always telegraphed me of it's presence. I had trained myself to clamp my eyes shut at the first sign of its approach. I couldn't remember the last time I gazed directly at it. Now, it was panting raggedly like it had been severely injured, and it still had not grabbed or touched me. This was unusual behavior. I had always assumed the pained moans and other sounds were simply from its twisted lust. But now, the words of the shaman came back to me, forcing me to revise my thinking in a more sympathetic light. Still refusing to look at my tormentor; least it derive any pleasure from it, I asked, "Are you... alright?"

"You show concern for my well being," it panted. "Such emotion both surprises and pleases me. So I will overlook the visitor you just spoke with, this time..." rasped the injured beast.

"Visitor?"

"I smell his cum, so do not lie to me. The Shaman is not a friend of ours, understand?" it growled. I bowed my head, as if in acquiescence. I had no desire to discover what new tortures it had saved up for me, if I had lied or tried to defy it.

"Good. Tonight, you shall be rewarded. Both for reaching this point, and to celebrate my successful hunt," it said. Suspicion and fear made the fur on my back bristle.

"Reward, how?" I scoffed.

"By letting you mount me," said the creature. "But first, I want to show you some things I've learned in the other realms..."

"This is a trick, isn't it?" I asked. The beast had made limping sounds as it neared, hitching its broken breathing as if in great pain. Then I felt a warm paw rub my furred chin. After a moment, I found myself pressing back into the sensation, desperately wanting this not to be another trick. I prayed this turn of emotion was a sign Shawn was somehow trying to regain control. Maybe he still existed within the creature now in front of me?

"No trick, my son. Open your eyes. I have things to share with you..." claimed the beast. In anger over it calling me 'son', I opened my eyes and glared at the thing that stole my boy away from me. I blinked in shock; the vile abomination before me looked quite different than when it first raped my spirit, so many years ago. The forehead was now higher and domed more like a man's, with a wide, mastiff-like muzzle set below a deep brow ridge that reminded me of a Neanderthal's. The teeth had grown oversized and thick, seeming to almost prevent the mouth from closing. Wide jackal ears now grew from lower down on it's frightening head, only to rise and taper to curved points, taller than before. The rest of the body looked like a bear had mated with a steroid junkie from hell; deep muscle and glossy short black fur flared out from sharply cut crevices and tendons. Shaggier fur only grew on the head, massive upper torso and crotch. Its shoulders were massive, merging into a long, wide neck. Huge bear-like paws equipped with wickedly long claws, and wrists as thick as it's forearms, made the overly extended front limbs look almost comically heavy below their tufted elbows. Overall, the creature reminded me of a bulked up, mutated Anubis, honed for slaying evil creatures of the spirit realm.

"Gaze upon me, my son, " it repeated.

"I'm not your SON!" I snarled. A deep wheezing laugh from the animal was loosed upon the darkness. Then it seemed to focus its energies as a red glow from it's eyes, mouth and dick, spread around it. The power snapped and crackled, forming an aura around the creature. The deep, gaping, dripping wounds and other injuries, began to quickly seal up. The creature was now whole and healthy again.

"You are more my child, than I was ever yours," it rumbled, speaking into my mind. "Let me show you how I see you, from my eyes," it said, as it gently held my head between its frighting paws.

My mind's eye orbited around us, centered on where we stood. The great, muscle-bound beast I had just seen, was hunched over, holding the head of a smaller animal. Its fur was grey, except for the large black sheath and balls. My hybrid form was a graceful, masculine blend of wolf, growing out of the base form of a man. I found the sight of my own evolving animal body, rather arousing. The stubby tail on the lighter colored wolfman I was watching, began to gently wag. I could feel the hairs on it ruffle as it swung. As I stared, the wet, red shaft on the grey animal thickened. The sight of it made me flush with lust, priming my pole even more, making it pop out of it's sheath. I gasped, and felt my knot swelling to lock the dark skin back. The feedback loop I was a part of, was overwhelming me.

"I have worked hard for this moment. Feed on my energy; you are now more wolf spirit than man. And you are so beautiful, my son," reinforced the black creature. "And this is my reward for you, tonight," it said. My vision returned to my own eyes, and I saw the 20 inch ebony wolf cock in front of my muzzle, slickly shed it's furry covering. The smooth skin of the beast's penis had also apparently changed since I had last seen it. Its engorged canine flesh was completely black, shining wetly. As it rumbled deep in it's barreled chest, the glossy, almost rubbery looking surface of the monster's pointed log began to bubble and distort, looking much like hot tar. Fascinated, I caught myself leaning closer to it, with my nose inquisitively twitching, trying to figure out exactly what I was seeing. I couldn't smell anything. The surface was soon writhing with larger bumps that extended further and further away from it's surface, as they stretched back into their original shape. It was starting to freak me out.

"What trick is this?" I snarled, all defenses suddenly on alert.

"No trick, only this," it moaned.

Suddenly, black tentacles shot in my direction, firmly gripping and covering my exposed wolf dick in a rubber-like coating. The material forced itself deep into my sheath, gripping my forming knot, lifting it out of my shaggy pouch. Slumping to my knees, I rolling my head and eyes back in immediate pleasure as it milked my tool like a giant leach. The sensation reminded me of fish, tickling and nibbling at my toes in a cool stream, but all along my engorged canine shaft. It was pleasure, it was pain; all wonderfully teasing my throbbing, needy maleness. My knot never felt so stretched and huge from the tight, iron-like undulations I was feeling. I started to shoot pre, and I swear the black nibbling tar was ingesting it. Then I heard myself utter something I thought I would never say again...

"Thank you..." I weakly panted. The bass rumbling growl built in depth and volume, and I looked up in time to see the furred, softball sized testicles of the bigger animal inflate, and lurch up. The deafening beast shot red roaring light out of its black mouth, while the rubbery shaft bulged from the immense volume of its tainted seed. Black cum gushed through bloated tentacles still greedily attached to me. The burning fluid entered straight into my dick, filling my balls with churning, corrupting heat, stretching them larger and larger.

"Oh fuck... Yesss," I growled deeply.

The fluid seemed to force me to change and press into even more of an animal. The sensation was making me drool and thrash in feral ecstasy. Facial bones cracked while I flowed further into feral perfection, feeling new power and lust fill my primal soul. I began humping back into the dark, pulsing substance, but the tendrils quickly retracted back into their owner with a wet slap. The huge beast grinned in the way that only canines can, then dropped to all fours, seductively. It turned to flop its tail off to the side, in obvious invitation, and waited as it deeply huffed. I quickly mounted the huge creature, straining to reach up and shove my entire animal essence into the tight, hot center of it's evil core. Once I had penetrated the black barrier, and begun a steady rhythm, I had to ask the only question that now burned in my mind.

"What... is... your... name?" I moaned, between hard thrusts.

"You may call me, SoulGnasher," purred the monster, as it pressed back against me.

"Thank you... SoulGnasher," I gasped. Battering into the beast with abandon, I felt further changes, and watched my hands become more paw-like. My chest creaked while the sternum pressed out, barreling my torso even more. The welcome changes helped me grip the beast harder as I humped. My fur in some areas was shifting to black. It seemed the more unrestrained and violent I was with my tormentor, the faster my fur color changed and body altered. Repressed rage and hate for uncounted years of sexual and psychological abuse now flooded back out of me, into the greedy canine ass of the creature I was trying to tie into. My claws cut deep into the thick hide of it's haunches, the hide that swallowed my son. I bit down deeply, shaking the shaggy nape of its neck as I cruelly mated it. Blood, flesh & fur flew from my angry, clenching maw. The mindless howl of my release was terrifying; even to my ears.

The next morning, the beast was gone. Probably hunting in another darkness again, sustaining us with spirit energy it dutifully brought back here, to share. Licking my chops and wagging, I looked forward to my nocturnal feeding time. I stopped and blinked. I had never thought quite like that before. As I uncurled and stretched, I found I could no longer rise up to stand on my hind legs. My spirit was locked to that of a true quadruped. The idea pleased me for some reason, and my dog dick slid out at the thought. Happily, I sniffed it, licking the exposed tip slowly. It felt so good to give in and not fight it anymore. Upon closer self-inspection, all of my big paws now sported blue-black socks. A dark pattern of fur from my sheath and balls had spread out further into my belly. The strange radial pattern veined out from my groin and tapered, which looked similar to the tendrils that shot out of my fathers... ah, sons... um, SoulGnasher's ebony member. I was getting confused and shook to clear my fuzzy mind. My prick demanded further attention again, as I thought about the demonwolf's wonderful cock. Mmm. Casually licking myself to slow orgasm made the bothersome thoughts disappear. I could spurt and drip for hours, I mused, while savoring my own canine cum. But before long, the sounds of distant hacking and chopping outside the cabin interrupted my self-indulgent revelry. Light from one of the side windows brightened as someone slowly chopped away the vegetation that had grown up over the years. A young muffled voice could now be heard. I soon saw a boy's face and hand pressed against the glass, trying to look in.

"Hey Todd, there's an old cabin hidden in these trees! Check it out!" he said, as he took the machete, and smashed out the window, deftly knocking all the glass out of the rotted frame. I noted I no longer cared for the human structure I once thought of as my home, while freshly broken glass shattered the morning light, spraying light patterns onto the cabins dark interior. The boy carefully eased in through the opening and looked around at the decayed interior. He had dark hair, pale skin and beautiful blue eyes. He looked maybe 10 or 11, which was a couple years older than Shawn had been. I started to wag, happy seeing any company, and loped towards him. I sniffed his crotch and though he couldn't see me, he seemed to react by idly readjusting a growing bulge in his pants. Intrigued, I playfully tickled the energy around his cock with my snoot again, pressing harder into him, hearing him moan as his boyhood swelled further. I wondered what else I could make him do, but was interrupted by the arrival of the other child.

"Wait up, Mike. I'm not as fast as you are..." panted the smaller boy, who was less boldly squeezing through the window. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and looked to be a year or two younger. I bounded over to him, nosing his groin, like I did his older brother. The boy was hard instantly, bent over in sharp, unexpected lust. Yes, I knew they were brothers. The bond between them was clear to me for some reason. Perhaps it was their scent, or the closeness of their souls, I sensed? I looked over, and Mike was still confused about his solid erection, pulling down his zipper, trying to release the irrational, building pressure. His little prick was only a few inches, and totally hairless, as the head mushroomed out, turning purple. I drooled and wagged my tail.

"Ah, I gotta take a piss, or something... I feel, kinda weird," moaned the older boy, as he walked to a corner to try and hide or relieve the growing urges by himself. He shuffled into one of the corners, trying to cover his penis from the other's view. I knew he didn't really have to pee. I could taste his lie. Trotting over to see, Mike had slyly wet his hand and was now rubbing the tip of his cock. His brother wasn't fairing much better himself, and was already seeking out the a corner of the room; one that wasn't too dark, because he was slightly scared of his surroundings. I thought it was neat how I knew that.

"This place is creepy," whined Todd. "My dick hurts and I can't pee..." he turned around to face his brother, as if completely mystified by his intense feelings and physical reactions. Mike moaned in the opposite corner.

"It's okay bro, no one's gonna tell," he puffed. "Come over here, I think I know how to make it stop."

The smaller boy waddled up to his bother, his small, hard penis wagging painfully out the front of his pants. Mike had turned around and gently wet his hands with his pre and saliva, carefully smearing the tip of his brother's painful erection. Todd moaned in the soft pleasure of their intimate contact.

"That feel good? It's always better when it's wet, like mine," the more experienced boy said, and then moved in closer to rub his slick penis against his little brother's.

"Yeah, feels great," said Todd.

Both boys giggled, then gasped as they slowly ground their small cocks against each other. I bounded over and mischievously began lapping at both dicks, with a slobbery, wide tongue. My spirit saliva dripped off their poles, appearing to absorb into each child. Their tingling cocks both unexpectedly bugled and thickened out further, each having gained a couple inches in length now. Human hair started to cover their swelling testicles, as my wolf spit dripped downwards to coat them. I guessed my excitement was transferring into their flesh, fueling the changes I wanted to see. Mike grunted, shooting first, his equipment having been slightly more mature from the start. His thick white cum covered his little brother's pulsing pole, a number of times. Todd followed his older sibling's lead and returned fire after his bro's hot cum hit his skin. He was groaning with each diminishing spurt. Both boys slumped into each other, hugging as they panted in a blissful afterglow. I contentedly spurted canine pre along with them, as I watched.

"Ah, much better. Thanks," the grateful boy said, as he beamed up at his brother. His smaller penis had started to deflate, while he savored the new memory of that wonderfully powerful, first orgasm. It was even better that it was with Mike, who he loved dearly, he thought. Todd's slightly changed shaft was still coated in boyslime, which was quickly cooling and drying. "How do I get this stuff off?" he asked, cautiously sampling his small hand with a suspicious flick of his tongue. "It tastes and smells funny. I don't think I like it..."

"Ah, lets look around... Maybe find something that isn't dirty," the older boy panted, uncertain, glancing around the room. He casually lifted his shirt, wiping some of his cum off onto his chest, working it into his pale skin. As Mike wandered around, he almost immediately found the large wooden box near the shaft of light that was illuminating the center of the room. Something about the box made him want to thrust his hands into it's midnight interior, as he felt another sexual echo ripple through his unprepared body. Upon lifting the lid, he found an inviting, lush black pelt inside. Lifting up a corner to inspect it, he proclaimed it was clean enough to use for wiping themselves off with. He struggled to pull out the immense, dry hide and felt another powerful erection hit him. Gasping and huffing, he wasted no time rubbing the dark, glossy fur against his now fully recharged, madly pulsing shaft.

"Oh God, this feels so good... Fuck. GraaAh," he growled.

I could see the familiar red energy swarming around him like angry bees as it enveloped his cock, flying into the slit, where it spread out to the rest of his trembling form. Mike's breathing became gravelly and beast-like, his lungs working harder and deeper, as they tried to bring in more oxygen to the billions of cells that screamed out in his twitching, twisting body. Mikes eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell forward on all fours, with the pelt shifting on top of him. I saw a red shockwave of energy explode out of the pelt, its deep bass pulse actually vibrated the wooden floor of the cabin.

"You okay?" asked his brother, who was startled by the vibration, and was now hurriedly stuffing his floppy penis back into his pants, before running over to help his brother. Mike was starting to scare him. Zipping up, and wiping the excess cum onto his pants, he trotted closer to the boy who had now pulled the hide over his back, or it had moved to cover him-- he wasn't exactly sure. Deep crunching and muffled snarling sounds issued from under the ink colored pelt, as it frantically squirmed and spasmed on the floor. Shapes and mass underneath it seemed to swell and expand as an animal-like voice bellowed. Todd thought it sounded dreadful, and even worse, probably meant it was painful to his brother. The furry tarp suddenly flew up as Mike reared, squatting on his mutating back legs. His dog cock swung up roughly, smacking his hairy belly like a horse. The new lupine dick stretched, unsheathed and spurted clear, thick fluids. Its raw-muscled wetness sparkled inhumanly in the gloom of the cabin. Swollen, densely furred balls and growing canine knot, were still trapped behind the open fly of his tight, tearing blue jeans. A puppy-like muzzle was just starting to form on the boy's elongating head, as the hide wetly slid down, trying to align itself to the proper position, ensuring the developing body could look out through the almond shaped holes again. Thickening fangs already poked out of the boy's darkening lips. Once the pelt finished aligning to the head, the snout fur filled out and tightened as new muscles shaped into wolven snarls. The growing facial bulge started to ratchet rapidly forward, into a mature animal muzzle; the mouth of a predator. I howled in celebration at the birth of another packmate, my cum spraying his receptive spirit as I eagerly watched.

Todd screamed, and instinctively grabbed at the flopping pelt, trying to tear it away from his brother's quivering, crunching body. The hide couldn't attach to its host as easily with the fully clothed boy beneath, so it had not fully begun to fuse into him yet. The little boy tugged and tugged at the sticky, stubborn pelt. Meanwhile, the Mike-monster fell forward, abs hunching and humping with increased muscle, its growing wolfhood bobbing thickly, spraying more clear canine cum, as the torso thickened and pulled forward beautifully. Slowly, as Todd continued to struggle; tugging, shaking, shrieking, and pulling for all his might, the wet skin started to separate from Mike. As he worked, he learned to stand on the parts that he had pulled off, to keep it from wriggling back on. After some moments, the pelt was completely removed, then he dragged it far away from his brother. After finishing his task, he turned around to see the partially transformed body writhing and growling where his brother once was...

"Mike? You okay?" Todd squeaked cautiously, as he slowly walked closer to him. The reddish, wet mass flopped and moaned deeply. More cum shot out of the massive animal penis that had begun returning to normal. The muzzle had mostly disappeared now, as mike's body cracked and popped back into more human proportions. Other than being damp and red, his older brother was looking more and more human by the second. The older boy coughed as thick mucus dripped out his nose. He sounded much more like his old self, thought Todd.

"Yeah... I think so. Man, that was awesome!" he tiredly panted. The now human cock was still hard and he worked it with slick, human hands, soon creaming boy-spunk in pleasure again. He let his tongue flop out of his mouth just a bit, huffing deeply. The boy shook in intense, youthful bliss, laying flat on his back.

"Awesome? Lets get the hell out of here. I don't like this place."

"Hold on... I'll be there. Let me rest a second," his brother reassured him, as he rubbed more of his cum on his chest again, sighing softly as he smeared and rubbed the wetness away. Mike seemed to get a lot of pleasure from that ritual, I noted. But anxiety from what he thought he witnessed, seemed to build in his younger brother.

"You sure? I never saw anything like that before-- it was fucking creepy! You coming or not?" Todd whimpered, as he carefully crawled back out the window as fast as he could. Mike waited until his bother could no longer see him. Once he was sure his brother wouldn't know what he was up to, he stood up, stuck his penis back into his pants, zipped up carefully, then quickly strode back to the big pile of immobile black fur. He fished around and pulled out a pocket knife, opening it up. The blade flashed, and he shivered in devious delight in what he was about to do...

"You coming!?!? I'm not waiting around... I want to go home," whined Todd from outside.

"Yeah, be right there! Need to... Catch my breath," he lied.

Searching and feeling for just the right spot, he cut out a piece of the soft sheath fur from the skin, tucking the narrow strip of it into his pants pocket. He recovered the machete and tucked his torn shirt in as best he could. The altered, maturing penis on the boy grew long and hard again. Tingling with excitement, Mike thought of possibly reenacting the amazing, powerful pleasure he felt when the fur had directly touched his skin, in the privacy of his room at home. I eagerly followed the new host, scenting his changed animal musk as he crawled out of the cabin, back into the bright green woods.

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