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There was a deep chill in the night air, cold enough for the draconic sabre-wolf to see his breath in the air as he walked down the tree-lined street. Serathin looked down at his watch and frowned, the party that he was supposed to attend was about to start and he was still half an hour from his destination thanks to a late meeting and a missed bus. He had already texted the situation to his friend Jax, who had already told him to just hurry up as quickly as possible. With one last text that said he was the hybrid put his phone back in his pocket and began to move quicker. But as he sprint walked to the house his expression changed from concern to confusion as a question bubbled up into his mind...

...why was he going to this house in the first place?

The question caused the hybrid to stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk to ponder. Other than the fact that he knew his friend was at this house and that it was some sort of party his mind blanked on all the other details. But he only pondered it for a few seconds before he felt the need to continue on, which he told himself is because he was running late. He found himself at an even faster pace than before as a sense of great urgency seemed to be rooted in his psyche.

Serathin eventually had broken into a run down the street until he reached the edge of a wooded lot with a sign that read for trespassers to stay off the private property. Despite the stern warning the hybrid had a feeling that it didn't apply to him; on the contrary as soon as he stepped on the chilled grass that bordered the paved road which led deeper into the lot he felt an almost welcoming sensation. The second he left the lighted path of the street and went into the shadows of the woods the rushed sense that had driven him quickly dissolved away. It took more than a few seconds to realize that he had been panting, particles of ice hung from his fur as he went further up the drive, guided only by the light of the full moon that hung overhead.

The silence of the night was broken by a buzz from his phone and Serathin stopped for a second to look at it. After he took a second for his eyes to get used to the glare of the screen he looked down to see his friend had texted him once again. He raised an eyebrow in question as he read the message, which asked him if he had made it off the street and onto the party host's property. When he had replied that he was walking up the path now the next text he had gotten seemed to be in relief and cryptically told him that they would come and meet him. When nothing else came on the screen the hybrid shrugged and put the phone away before he continued to walk up.

A minute later Serathin stopped dead in his tracks and staggered backwards slightly as he felt his entire body pulse. Seconds later it was followed up by a second one that was so powerful that he had to stagger to a nearby tree for support. As he put a hand to his chest a sudden memory bubbled to the surface, one that he didn't even realize he had until it flashed before his eyes...

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"I can't believe that you won that one!" Jax shouted as he flung his arms up in frustration, the controller gripped tightly in his hand as Serathin fell back on the bed laughing. The draconic sabre-wolf and the husky had been playing video games late into the night, scattered pizza boxes and soda cans littered Jax's bedroom floor. "You should have fallen down that pit after I landed that five-hit combo."

"Well what can I say except that I'm awesome?" Serathin grinned, though it fell slightly when he looked up at the clock. "Ah, I suppose I have to go now, right? It's just about your bed time."

To Serathin's surprise the husky seemed to blush and suddenly went shy as he set his controller down on the nearby desk. "Actually... I was wondering if you wanted to stay a little later tonight," Jax asked as he sat down on the chair. "There's something that I really wanted to talk to you about."

"You know you can..." the draconic sabre-wolf said as he looked at his best friend in question, but nodded and leaned back on the bed as Jax leaned forward. "What's on your mind Jax? You look like you have something to spill to me."

"In a way I do," Jax confessed. "But it's not about me... it's about you." The statement caused Serathin's eyes to widen, but the husky continued on. "I know about your interests, I've seen the websites that you look up and I've seen the toys where you think that you've hidden them. How long have you been interested in rubber and puppy play?"

Serathin's jaw dropped open slightly and he found his mouth was moving but no words had come out. It took a few minutes before the hybrid had managed to find his voice enough and talk, which led into a long conversation about his fetish and how long he had enjoyed it. That led to the husky revealing his own love of similar things, and even how he was part of a group that often indulged in it. After nearly an hour of conversation Serathin was shocked at how much information he had learned about his old friend.

"You've been my friend for ages and I have to admit that I've wanted you to ask this for a long time," Jax admitted as he began to fidget in his chair and bit his lip. "I have debated showing this to you, but after a lot of soul-searching and covert information gathering I think at the very least you will be accepting of it. Serathin... I'm a Vulcanthrope."

A ring of silence permeated the air before Serathin tilted his head slightly. "A... what?"

"Um... a rubber werewolf?" Jax tried to clarify, which only caused the sabre-wolf to look at him in confusion. "Every night I become a monstrous wolf as this rubber covers me, I was infected when I went to a rubber party and the Alpha Vulcanthrope invited me to a private group that he said catered to those with the vested interest in puppy play and latex. I was curious and he was hot, so I decided to go and see what it's all about..."

"And that's when they... infected you?" Serathin asked slowly, to which Jax nodded. "Jax, I'm not sure if this is your way of coming onto me through roleplay or if you've spent way too much time working but I don't think you're a rubber werewolf. I'm glad that you could confide in me in the rubber and puppy play though, perhaps later you could show me your gear and-"

A sudden moan cut Serathin off as the hybrid's eyes widened when Jax moaned and fell backwards on the bed. There was a very noticeable bulge in the husky's shorts as the male slid further back on the sheets while his body began to writhe. "Serathin... just remember..." Jax said breathlessly as his muscles began to twitch and swell. "A Vulcanthrope can't infect... while the zippers are closed... and only can be opened... by an Alpha... or a non-infected..."

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Serathin gasped as the memory came to an end, and when he did he looked down he saw that his finger shined in the moon. The appendage felt thick and heavy when he lifted it up into the light and when he looked at it he realized why. His mouth opened in horror when he saw the digit covered in black rubber and tipped with a thick, red claw. It was also twice as big as his other fingers, though as he separated them he saw shiny strands stick between them. Before he could even react the thick substance cascaded down his arm and completely coated the fur.

The sabre-wolf shouted as the muscle of his arm swelled underneath the synthetic substance. As the rubber continued to climb over his shoulder and bulk up his biceps a thick tentacle of it defied gravity and shot straight towards his crotch. Despite the panic and fear Serathin found his cock had grown completely erect, which became encapsulated in solid rubber which turned a bright red when it flowed over it as pleasure radiated out from his latex-covered crotch. Even as he could feel his shoulder thicken with solid muscle mass where the rubber touched it, the worrisome thoughts of what was happening to him began to bleed out of his psyche and was replaced with lust as his untransformed hand drifted towards his throbbing cock.

A load groan permeated the night air as Serathin began to stroke his rubber covered member, which grew even thicker and longer as his fingers slid easily over the shiny surface. All his attention quickly became focused on his cock as he could feel his fingers on it even as it was thickly coated. His huge transformed rubber paw slammed into the ground as he fell to his knees from the sheer bliss he felt from stroking his member, his head tilted back in silent gasp as his eyes closed. He was so lost to his ministrations that he didn't even feel his wings begin to melt as the aggressive black substance coated them, his back becoming one smooth piece of rubber as his mind's eye was suddenly lit up with another memory...

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Serathin was pressed up against the wall as he watched his friend become completely coated in shiny black rubber, his canine features accentuated into a far more wolfish demeanor. Had he not watched it unfold in front of him the hybrid would have assumed his friend had put on some sort of wolf suit, the hard muscles stretched and flexed perfectly underneath the rubber skin. The normally lanky body of the husky had turned into the physique of a professional athlete and completely covered head to toe except for a shiny metal zipper that was situated over his groin and his mouth. Muffled growls and groans could be heard from the creature as it writhed its latex body in pleasure over the sheets of the bed.

The transformation seemed to leave the Vulcanthrope in a state of restrained pleasure, his huge clawed hands pawed against the large bulge between his legs. It should have been easy for the rubber wolf to unzip it, but Jax seemed unable to do anything but rub against himself. His friend's words echoed in his mind that the only one that could undo the zipper was the alpha or a non-Vulcanthrope... like himself. The hybrid's brain still struggled with the concept that what he just saw was actually real, and though he wished he could ask his transformed friend a question the zipped mouth on the latex muzzle prevented him from speaking.

"Buddy... I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Serathin apologized as he slowly walked up to the creature, who immediately stopped growling and sat up in the bed like a dog. "I can't believe this is real, even when I saw it with my own eyes." His confidence slowly returned to him and he walked over to sit down at the edge of the bed, the Vulcanthrope immediately crawled over to him and the sabre-wolf couldn't help but pet him on the hed. "You seem harmless enough, playful too..."

Jax looked up at him, though his eyes were covered in the rubber hood that had engulfed his friend's head... or was that his face now? The hybrid just continued to pet his friend as he thought about the surreal situation that he now faced, his thoughts interrupted only by the soft thud of a heavy tail against the bedspread. Why did his friend decide to show him this? Did he want him to be his master or something?

Serathin stroked the rubber werewolf's cheek as it continued to look at him, almost pleadingly. The canine muzzle bumped against the palm of his hand as he continued to pet, the tines of the metal pressed against his blue scales. He realized what his friend wanted him to do, but he was unsure of if he should do it. It didn't take long for his curiosity to get the better of him though and he found his hand reaching for the pull of the zipper. There was only a moment of hesitation but when his friend seemed to flinch from the potential denial he heard a low whine that overrode the saber-wolf's trepidations.

No sooner than the first tine had been released when the Vulcanthrope turned on him and Serathin immediately felt his back get pushed down onto the bed. A low growl escaped from Jax's lips as the sabre-wolf stared at the snarling visage of his friend. At first the hybrid thought that he was going to get bitten, but was shocked when that rubber muzzle leaned down and pushed against his lips. Serathin was surprised at the rubbery feel of the metallic looking lips as he felt something push into his own muzzle akin to a tongue but far longer and more rubbery. The green, reptilian eyes of the hybrid quickly went from wide in shock to half-lidded as a thick, vicious substance began to flow down his throat and his other hand drifted down towards the zipper on the Vulcanthrope's rubber crotch...

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Serathin's back arched in the air as the rubber continued to cover his body, which had now spread over the entirety of his chest and had started to spread down his thighs. His abs and pectorals quivered as they expanded underneath the thick layer of latex that glistened in the light of the moon. The frost of the grass clung to his smooth back as the rubber of his completely melted wings ran down his tail and pooled on the ground. Despite being covered he could feel every sensation of the world around him and it only served to excite his body even further.

A deep growl of pleasure escaped his expanded chest as he looked down at a chest that a bodybuilder would love to have that was completely covered in rubber. The hand on his cock was completely coated as well, and when he pulled it away the thick bands of latex were still connected to it as his fingers shook with their transformation into a huge hand like the one balled up on the other side of him. His head tilted back in a howl as he felt the latex creep up his neck while more of it hung from the edge. In the back of his mind he knew what was happening, the 'hood' of his transformation had already started to form as he saw the tines of one half of a zipper form in front of him.

"Jax..." Serathin huffed as his legs quivered with each second as they transformed and ballooned out, his voice far deeper than it was before. "Jaaaaax!"

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It had been a week since Serathin had discovered that his husky friend had a secret identity, and every night since then the draconic sabre-wolf had stayed late at his friend's house. This night was no exception, the hybrid laid in a blissed out stupor as the Vulcanthrope between his legs thrusted into his tailhole. A thick trail of black ooze dribbled out from between the saberteeth of his already used muzzle, though none of the rubbery cum stuck to his lips as the muscular rubber wolf pounded deep into him. More fluids leaked out of his tailhole as the rubber cock slid faster into him until Serathin felt the hard muscles of the creature tense in orgasm.

Serathin came himself as he rubbed his own bulge, which was covered by a pair of rubber briefs with a hole for the Vulcanthrope's cock that slowly withdrew from the hole. The sabre-wolf's hands went to rest of his chest, also covered with a heavy gauge rubber shirt that covered him down to his midriff. His neck was covered with a rubber collar as well, which was the only other thing that he wore as the heavy body of the rubber werewolf fell on top of him. With his orgasm passed Serathin's mind began to clear, though he knew it would be only temporary until he fell into the throes of rubbery lust once again.

"Jax... why haven't you turned me yet?" Serathin asked with a sigh, though as usual all he got was his usual nuzzle and lick. "I thought that your 'bite' was infectious... and even when you're back to your normal self you still won't tell me why, though it's hard to even remember our little sessions together for some reason."

As Serathin continued to lie there in bed he suddenly became aware of another presence in the room, one that had moved over towards him. "You do know he can't speak," a deep, growling voice explained. "Only the Alpha wolf has the ability to talk during the throes of their rubber were-form."

"You're the Alpha," Serathin guessed as he turned his head and looked at the hulking creature. While Jax's form had gotten a far more athletic physique it was nothing compared to the rubbery muscles of the Adonis-like creature that stood before him. Unlike Jax the Alpha Vulcanthrope had no such zippers to hold him back and sported a pair of extra arms and three tails instead of one. Despite the imposing stature of the beast the hybrid didn't feel any fear or anxiety towards him, only a sense of calmness and a strange sense of... respect? Awe?

"I know what you're feeling right about now," the Alpha said as he sat down, Serathin's eyes darted down to the massive piece of rubber-covered meat that laid between his legs. "Wondering why you have no become like your friend, why your obsession with rubber and pet play has been inflamed, and why you find yourself coming here night after night despite the fact you're letting a monster ravish you every night. The fact of the matter is that while you have been heavily infected by the Vulcanthrope only an Alpha can trigger a physical transformation, that way we can be sure that someone... properly wants it."

"I... I want it..." Serathin managed to say, his eyes still fixated on the Alpha. "I want to be a Vulcanthrope." The hybrid could hardly believe the words that had come out of his mouth, but even as he said them he knew they rang true. The second that his friend had kissed him after he had transformed it did something to him... changed him. Every night he slept with the creature next to him, every time he felt more of that rubber seed fill his body and corrupt him further he knew it would lead to this, a confrontation with something that would be the key to everything. Now that key was only a few feet from his muzzle, and though he licked his lips in hunger for it two sets of massive latex-clawed hands rested on his shoulders and hands and prevented him.

"You have the spirit," the Alpha complimented as he stood back up. "I've not seen one take to vulcanthropy from a drone as fast as you have. We have a special ceremony for those who so willingly take our curse, but know that once I infect you there is no turning back, you will become a Vulcanthrope. Therefore in one week you will be invited in for your transformation, and during that time I will order the pack not to contact you and the corruption will ease the compulsion from your mind. If you still come then I know that you are worthy of a place in my pack. One week... so prepare yourself."

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Serathin let out one last groan before a layer of thin blue rubber spread over his face and muzzle and sealed it completely. By now his body had grown by a foot and was packed with solid muscle underneath a new skin of black rubber. Behind him his new, completely rubber canine tail inflated behind him, a red stripe running down the top of it as his Vulcanthrope muscles flexed and stretched. The only thing that had remained untransformed, but that would soon change as he felt the rubber wolf hood defy gravity to cover over his head. With the first layer already over his head the sabre-wolf was blind but could feel it creep over him as he replayed the memory in his head once again while in the darkness.

He had wanted it, Serathin thought to himself as the hood slowly closed around his face and merged with the latex that already covered his head. The Alpha... his Alpha had given him an out and he had chosen to become this creature instead. But as he felt his rubber skin rub against itself he knew it was the right choice, his cock straining against the thick latex that had formed into a solid piece that hid it within. Sheer pleasure radiated from his entire body as the rubber of the hood piece merged with the inner layer on his head, the newly transformed vulcanthope was finally able to see through the blue-tinted lenses that had merged with his face.

As his rubber body moved back onto its thick feet he could feel the bulge that encased his transformed cock gain an enhancement he already knew would come. A zipper affixed himself to it that could only release the member trapped within by his alpha or a non-Vulcanthrope. His entire body reverberated with a lustful growl as his powerful hands stretched out from the pleasurable sensations that continued to course through him. As his transformation finished and the tines of the mouth zipper sealed shut he felt the presence of the others...

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Another week had passed and Serathin found himself at the door of a rather large manor that was set deep into the woods of a private estate that laid on the outskirts of the city. Night had fallen and the usual haze that kept him from remembering the reason behind his unusual actions cleared enough to know why he was there. It took him nearly ten minutes to reach the house itself, a rather imposing structure that was only slightly smaller than mansions he had seen on television. None of that mattered now, the only thing he could think about was what laid in store for him on the other side as he walked up to the door and rang the bell.

After a few seconds the door swung open and Serathin had to tilt his head up in order to meet the gaze of the Alpha who stared down at him. "Well well, looks like my faith in you wasn't misplaced after all," Alpha commented as he motioned for him to step inside. "The others are all prepared like myself and are waiting for you to join us, but first we must solidify your infection. Please follow me."

"I can't believe that I'm doing this," Serathin confessed as they walked through the foyer. "Although to be honest whenever I remember what I'm doing I have a hard time believing any of this. I mean, I have never even heard of rubber werewolves."

"Vulcanthopes," Alpha corrected while they moved through an open door down to the basement. "I don't know myself the mythos of how we came to be, but ever since I've come the Alpha of the pack I've found myself not really caring." They moved further down the hallway and when they passed each room the hybrid could see other rubber werewolves, each of them engaged with one another and despite their rubbery exteriors some of them still had additional rubber gear on as they played. Some of them were like Jax, with the zippers on their mouths and crotches and typically in the submissive roles, while others had additional features on their bodies that caused the hybrid's mouth to open slightly in surprise.

At the end of the hallway was a single room, one which the Alpha led Serathin through. Inside was a Vulcanthrope that he knew was Jax, the sea foam green latex markings clear as day, and a long, cushioned bench that reached up to about his knees. "I have decided this to be a rather private affair," Alpha explained as Jax's body twitched and leaned towards him as though ready to pounce. "And though he's just an Omega I couldn't deny Jax his presence when he brought me such a fine specimen so he will be changing you as well. Plus I need someone you trust to help guide you, a new packmate often has memory issues so he will help keep you on track."

"Wait, I thought that only an Alpha could physically transform someone," Serathin asked.

"This is true to a point," Alpha said before he snapped his fingers and Jax's raced over and ripped his clothes apart. "My presence activates the full potency of his infection, which means that we are going to work together. Now get on the bench Omega, it's time you learned your place."

Serathin shivered slightly as he stood there naked in the room, realizing he wouldn't be getting any rubber gear to start with. The cushions appeared to be made of latex though as he got on his hands and knees on them, Alpha moving up and guiding Jax to the draconic sabre-wolf's muzzle. Once he was positioned correctly the Alpha slowly reached down and undid the Omega Vulcanthrope's crotch zipper, the now familiar rubber cock of his friend flopped down invitingly in front of his face. Despite having done it before he could feel a difference with the Alpha's presence there, even when the bigger male disappeared behind him.

"That's a good pup," Alpha cooed as he coaxed Jax's latex canine member to full hardness before he pressed the tip in his face. "Looks like you deserve a bone, now open wide."

Even if he wanted to the saberwolf doubt he could have resisted such an order as he opened his mouth and felt the tip get pushed past his lips. It quickly filled his entire muzzle and the sweet rubber taste filled his mouth and nostrils once more, his already corrupted mind sinking back into its blissful state as he licked the sensitive flesh which each inch that slid into his maw. When he tried to reach up to massage the Vulcanthrope's thighs he heard a clink and looked down to see that the Alpha had chained him to the bench while he sucked on his friend's cock. As he felt a pair of hands on his hips and a second pair on the small of his back his focus was suddenly turned back to his muzzle, where the rubber pre that had normally rolled off his face now clung to it.

Before he could have a chance to process to process that new info he felt the thick cock of the Alpha begin to push inside him and as soon as it did his entire body felt electrified. The build-up of Vulcanthope infection in his body caused his entire body to shudder and twitch as every muscle in his body tensed. The second the Alpha penetrated him Serathin knew that this creature, this prime specimen that was inside him, was his master. His fur turned shiny as the skin underneath writhed, the two Vulcanthrope's panting as they poured their corruptive seed into their newly minted packmate as they held the transforming male in place. Serathin's eyes rolled back as the rubber on his body spread like wildfire, feeling his entire body grow more bestial as new thoughts and instincts completely overwhelmed his psyche...

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A flashlight beam shined down through the woods and landed on the shiny skin of the newly transformed Vulcanthrope, a deep chuckle coming from the origin as the creature looked at him with a predatory grin on his zippered maw. "It appears our newest omega didn't quite make it time for his unveiling," the Alpha said as he stepped out into the clearing as Serathin rushed forward and knelt in front of him, his tail wagging happily as the rubber werewolf received a pet between his new ears and a collar around his thick neck. "I will make sure to teach our dear Omega a lesson later... but for now we have a far more important matter to deal with. I do take it that you haven't lost your nerve yet for the hunt, have you?"

As several more Vulcanthropes appeared out of the shrubs a tiger came out as well, clad in a full body rubber suit and collar as he timidly stepped forward and nodded his head. "I really... want to be chased," he said hesitantly. "I want to be a lycanthrope."

"Vulcanthope," Alpha corrected. "I have to admit this is the first time that I've had a prospect want to be chased down before he is converted." The other rubber werewolves padded at the ground and looked at the tiger hungrily. "But who am I to deny my pack such a wonderful sport? You have twenty seconds kitty, start running."

The tiger looked at the Alpha, then at the other Vulcanthropes before he ran off into the underbrush. The Alpha chuckled to himself as he waited for about twenty seconds, then turned to Serathin. "I do suppose our newest pack member should get the leadthis time," the Alpha smirked as he took a claw and looped it around the zipper on Serathin's crotch before he pulled it down and let the thick lupine cock free. "Go get him."

As soon as Serathin's mouth was freed as well he let out a howl, the other freed rubber werewolves following suit before they all sprinted into the woods. The Alpha looked up at the full moon and smiled, taking a deep breath before he started to run as well. He didn't want the others to have all the fun after all... and he had a new member to infect.