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Screams and howls echoed through the dark underground tunnels of the hive. Sickly green fire burned in sconces haphazardly lining the side walls as the werewolf walked deeper into the skin of the Earth, shadows dancing over the rough dirt and stone walls. His clawed hands firmly gripped his prey by the scruff of his neck, dragging the unconcious werecat to his lair. Glowing green pinpricks of light stared at the pair from the shadows, rumbling growls echoing through the tunnels at their arrival. Hunched black-furred shapes slinked from the shadows, mouths and eyes in places they should never be, festering wounds bleeding corrosive ichor, fur thinning to reveal mangy patches of sickly, scaly skin. The creatures' jaws snapped at the werewolf's heels only to be cowed back into the dark with a swift kick of his clawed feet or a snarl of warning.

Down and down the werewolf dragged his prey, through labyrinthine passages that twisted and turned in a nonsense way that would madden any sane mind that dared to traverse them. Time seemed to stretch on forever before the tunnels widened and gave way to a large rounded room. It was mostly empty save for a well-worn locked cabinet to one side, a pile of unkempt furs that seemed to function as a bed on the other, a set of silver-lined chains and manacles dangling from the far wall in front of the entrance, and sconces spitting green flames to dimly illuminate the chamber. Finally in the light, the werewolf was the opposite of the black-furred monstrosities that hounded him and his prisoner through the hive. His fur was almost immaculately white, marred only by a black tipped tail, three horizontal stripes streaking across right side of his muzzle, and a 'bracelet' of black around his left wrist. However, his eyes glowed the same sickly green as the beasts' in the tunnel, hinting at the corruption that suffused all Black Spiral Dancers, the fallen Garou tribe and the wolves of the Wyrm.

The fallen wolf dragged the cat to the silver chains, locking the manacles around his prey's wrists and ankles then pulling the chain connecting them all until the werecat sat suspended from the wall, his paws just barely touching the ground. As he waited for the cat to wake up, the wolf gave him another look over. The cat was a head shorter than him and thick fur covered every inch of him from head to toe in various shades of gray and white with black spots spattered seemingly at random over his body, though the wolf noted his left ear was white while the other was black, and strong muscle roped through the captive's feline frame beneath the fluff. A snow leopard; a rare and fine specimen of the Bastet, the tribe of werecats who still followed Gaia in their futile war against the Wyrm.

The chains jingled as the snow leopard stirred, bleary green eyes slowly fluttering open. His confusion and trepidation were obvious, causing a smirk to spread across the werewolf's muzzle. He brought clawed hand up and held the snow leopard's chin in his palm, forcing the werecat to look him in the eye. The sickly green glow in the Spiral Dancer's eyes seemed to brighten somewhat, a laugh rumbling in his chest that sounded much like the growl of a massive, slumbering beast.

"Welcome to my home, Gaian." the wolf said, making a sweeping motion across the chamber with his free hand. "I dearly hope you enjoy your stay. Got it nice and clean just for you." A fanged grin graced his muzzle. "You'll be here awhile." The Dancer let the werecat's head drop as he took a step back. "Oh, forgive my rudeness. I'm Demin, servant of the Wyrm and humble alpha of this hive, at your service." He said with a little mock bow. "And what might the kitty's name be?"

A threatening hiss and long, bared fangs were the only responses the Bastet gave, struggling against his silver restraints and pulling the chains taught as he tried to lunge for the Black Spiral Dancer. Demin calmly took a step back, hands over his heart in feigned offense.

"Come now, Kieran, that's no way to treat your host." He said, grinning at the snow leopard's eyes widening as Demin correctly guessed his name. "Oh, yes. I know a lot about you, Kieran. You caught my interest, and we're going to have such fun together."

"Others will come when I'm gone too long, Wyrm-scum." Kieran growled, fangs and teeth bared. "You and your hive will burn like the trash you are."

"You're being rude, Gaian." Demin said, suddenly serious as the smile fell from his face. "Don't make me have to teach you a lesson in humility." He took a step forward, clawed hand reaching out to stroke up the snow leopard's side. "You may not even want to leave once I'm through with you."

Kieran thrashed against his chains at the Black Spiral Dancer's touch, arms pulling uselessly against them. "Don't touch me, you scum!" Kieran yelled, the embers of Rage smoldering in those green eyes.

"Ah ah, temper, temper. Wouldn't want to be under the Wyrm's thrall, now would you?" The Spiral Dancer mocked, one claw running under the Bastet's chin. "Not yet, at least." Again he let the werecat's head fall from his hand as he turned and strode for the locked cabinet off to the side of the chamber.

Kieran's eyes silently followed the werewolf as he went, a low growl rumbling in his chest all the while. The wolf produced no key to open the cabinet, instead whispering some arcane phrase that Kieran couldn't quite make out. The cabinet doors hid its contents from the snow leopard's view, but the sound of glass jinging and jangling echoed through the chamber.

Demin pulled back from the cabinet, a vial of some subtly glowing green liquid clasped in his paw. Kieran's eyes remained glued to the vial, uncertainty and a tinge of fear on his face. The Spiral Dancer held the vial between his finger and thumb, gently shaking it back and forth in front of the snow leopard's face. The vial turned out to be an auto-injector, the words "Magadon Pharmaceuticals" proudly displayed on the glass.

"Resist all you want, Gaian. I encourage it." He said with a grin, grasping the vial and jamming the needle into the werecat's leg. "Maybe you'll last longer than the last one."

Kieran flinched as the needle pierced his skin, spitting, hissing, and thrashing in his chains as the glowing fluid entered his bloodstream. "What is that?! What have you done to me?!" He screamed, arms pulling against the silver chains, clawed hands futiley grasping for anything of the Spiral Dancer they could reach.

"You'll find out soon enough." Demin said as he removed the needle, tossing it aside now that it was useless. The wolf stepped back and crossed his arms, looking on at the werecat with a smirk on his face as he waited for the drugs to take effect.

Warmth began to spread from the site of the injection, slowly beginning to bloom throughout the werecat's body. Kieran closed his eyes and tried to fight off the effects, reciting Bastet mantras under his breath to distract himself from his body as it betrayed him. The chamber quickly grew uncomfortably hot, making the werecat squirm as his Gaian mantras turned into heated pants and gasps. His eyes opened and began to flit around the room as if searching for something, nostrils flaring as a heady, warm scent that made him lick his lips reached his nose. The warmth in his body centered in his groin as his loins began to stir, the pink tip of his manhood peeking from his furry sheath with a clear dollop of pre gracing its barbed tip.

"Ah, there we go." Demin crooned, the sound of his voice drawing the attention of the increasingly needy and lusty werecat. Stepping forward, the werewolf reached out with a clawed hand and again ran it up and down Kieran's side, fingers playing with the thick fur as they went. "Is it a little warm in here for the kitty? Beginning to notice an awfully nice scent in the air?"

Eyes snapping shut again, Kieran shook his head and muttered nonsense denials even as he panted harder at the Spiral Dancer's touch. He flinched as he felt a pawed hand at his sheath, a quiet moan leaving his muzzle as he was squeezed and massaged. More and more of his length inched out of his sheath into the Spiral Dancer's palm, a shiver running up the werecat's spine as the wolf's soft paw pads ran along the underside of his manhood.

"Mmm, no point in resisting now, Gaian." Demin said, pressing his body against Kieran's as he nuzzled into his neck, fangs nipping at the werecat's throat beneath all that fluffy fur, hand still firmly pumping at that spined shaft. "Just give in and I'll give you everything Gaia and our bitch Mother denied you with their 'Litany.'"

"Nng, stoooop..." Kieran groaned with a blush creeping into his cheeks and ears, visible even through his fur. As his body fell further into drug-induced lust the werecat's hips began to buck into the werewolf's hand, ears splaying at his body's continued betrayal.

"Your body doesn't seem to want me to, Gaian." Demin whispered into Kieran's ear, nipping it to punctuate the taunt. "I bet if I let you out of those chains right now, you wouldn't even try to run." His hand left the Bastet's shaft, wandering up Kieran's body, claws teasing at his flesh along the way. Eventually his hand came to rest on one of the manacles around Kieran's wrist, tapping his claws against the metal as he debated releasing the frisky werecat.

"P-please..." Kieran moaned under his breath, eyes glued to the hand on his manacle. He wriggled and squirmed in his bonds, hips bucking as he tried to find something to bury his shaft in, anything to relieve the wyrm-tainted need coursing through him.

"'Please' what, kitty?" Demin asked, a wicked grin spreading over his muzzle.

"L-let me gooooo." Kieran whined. "I... I n-need..."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." said the Spiral Dancer, making some arcane gesture over the manacle before the silver chains fell free from Kieran's wrists and ankles. The werecat fell to his knees, panting, frantically looking around for the source of that wonderful scent permeating the chamber. Demin cleared his throat to get the Bastet's attention, chuckling at the glazed-over look in Kieran's eyes. Demin reached for Kieran's head, scritching behind the Bastet's ears. The werecat's eyes fluttered closed and a purr rumbled in his chest, seemingly not noticing as Demin pulled his head closer and closer toward his groin. The purring stopped abruptly as Kieran found his nose nestled firmly in the werewolf's fuzzy orbs, nostrils flaring and eyes snapping open as the full scent of the Spiral Dancer's strong musk hit him.

Kieran looked up at the Black Spiral Dancer, ears splayed as he deeply inhaled that mouth-watering scent. His tongue flicked out and licked over the wolf's fuzzy balls, blushing as he felt a hand on his head again and claws gently scritching behind his ears.

"Such a good little kitty." Demin teased, grinning at the now-constant blush in the snow leopard's face and ears. The red tip of Demin's manhood peeked from his white sheathe, catching the werecat's eyes. Kieran seemed to redouble his ministrations to the Spiral Dancer's sack, eyes glued to the bright red organ as it slowly inched out. Eventually his shaft was fully out, its uninflated knot throbbing slightly with each beat of his heart. Kieran gave one last nuzzle to Demin's balls before moving his muzzle up, his feline tongue slowly licking along the underside of the wolf's shaft, causing a dollop of clear pre to pool on his tapered tip. "Go on, Gaian. Maybe if you do well you'll get a reward for your hard work."

A purr rumbled in Kieran's chest as he took the Spiral Dancer's length into his short muzzle, murring at the strong, musky taste of the wolf's flesh. He bobbed his head over the wolf's shaft, sucking and tasting, tongue flicking over Demin's tip to swallow down each delicious pearl of pre. Pleased groans and growls emenated from Demin's throat, spurring the lusty Bastet on. Those lust-glazed eyes stared up at the Spiral Dancer, watching Demin's face for signs of how well he was doing. The wolf's eyes were closed and the hand he had on the back of Kieran's head grasped tighter, pulling that warm muzzle further over his flesh and into the werecat's throat. The cat's tongue slathered across the underside of his captor's knot, causing a shiver to shoot up the wolf's spine and the fur on the back of his neck to bristle and stand on end. With a snarl the Spiral Dancer grabbed Kieran's head in both hands, firmly holding him in place as he began to thrust in and out of that hot muzzle, using the snow leopard as nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. Kieran moaned around that lupine length, some part of him loving the abuse. Demin's knot throbbed and pulsed each time it bumped against the Bastet's lips, threatening to lock with Kieran's muzzle before he pulled the werecat off.

"On all fours, tail raised. Now." Demin growled, fangs bared. Kieran immediately complied, rump and tail raised for the Spiral Dancer, a purr rumbling in his chest all the while. The wolf licked his chops at the sight, walking toward the snow leopard and dropping to his knees, his paws grasping Kieran's rear and spreading it apart to view his target. "Such a good little slut, Kieran~" He crooned, bending down and sticking his muzzle between those furry cheeks, tongue flicking out to lay a long, slow lick over the werecat's pucker.

Kieran gasped at the feel of that warm tongue at his tailhole, grinding his rear against that seeking muzzle. His barbed shaft leaked feline pre profusely, creating a small puddle of his lust on the ground between his legs. The wolf forced that broad tongue of his into Kieran's rear, slathering his pucker and making it shine with saliva as he prepared the hole for something more. The purring gave way to moaning mewls and gasps, abruptly stopping when the feeling of that warm tongue disappeared only to be replaced by the much hotter tapered tip of Demin's shaft.

"Tell me you want it, pet." Demin said, bending down to whisper in Kieran's ear. "Let me hear you beg for it."

"P-please..." Kieran mewled and moaned, grinding his rear against that tip to try and get it inside him only to feel it pull away. He nibbled on his lip, some small part of him still trying to resist the pleasure his body so obviously wanted. With a moan of surrender, the werecat yowled "I'll do anything! Just fuck me, please!"

"Good boy." Demin growled, nipping at Kieran's ear as he slid himself into the werecat's rump. He took his time, savoring the warmth enveloping his length inch after slow inch. Kieran writhed beneath him, moaning as his ass was slowly filled, squeezing and clenching around that intruding member. After what felt like hours the wolf's hips were flush against Kieran's fuzzy rear, sitting still to just revel in the feeling of the cat's muscles massaging and milking him before slowly pulling out and forcing himself back in, popping his partially inflated knot in with a heated growl.

The minutes passed by at this slow pace, Kieran's rear opening slowly adjusting to the wolf's shaft until at last Demin was able to speed up his thrusts and slam his hips against the snow leopard. Kieran gasped and moaned with each thrust, the tapered tip of the wolf battering against that special spot inside him and causing his own barbed tip to simply pour more and more pre into the growing puddle on the floor. Growls, yowls, moans, and mewls filled the chamber as the feras' coupling grew more and more urgent, the muffled sound of furred flesh slapping against furred flesh echoing in the rounded chamber. Demin bent over Kieran, his front conforming to the gentle curves of the kitty's back. He nipped and licked at the nape of his captive's neck, his thrusts now erratic as his knot popped in and out again and again, harder to pull out with each passing second, balls smacking against the snow leopard's with each colission of their hips. Demin moved his head and rested his muzzle on Kieran's shoulder, turning his muzzle up to nip at the cat's fuzzy ear and chuckling as the cat flinched.

The feras' coupling only grew more desperate and frantic, smothering the room with the smells of sweat and the musky scent of sex. In one smooth movement Demin got up from Kieran's back and pulled from the cat's rear. Kieran looked back, a desperate mewl leaving his muzzle as he tried to wiggle his hips back into the wolf's lap to get that length back inside him. Demin stood and reached down for the cat, grabbing Kieran roughly by the arm and hauling him to his feet. Kieran gave a surprised yowl as he was manhandled, suddenly fearful as the werewolf threw him against the cavern's smooth wall. The distance between them was quickly closed as the Spiral Dancer rushed Kieran and wrapped his arms around the cat, hands grabbing the Bastet's fluffy rear and lifting him off his feet. A long drawn out groan left Kieran's muzzle as the wolf forced his manhood back into the werecat's ass, only to be silenced as Demin forcefully kissed him. Both feras moaned into the kiss, tongues wrestling back and forth, invading each other's muzzles, gliding over fangs and reveling in each other's taste.

Demin released Kieran from the kiss, leaving his captive gasping and panting as he focused on finding his own release. Kieran wrapped his legs around the wolf's waist, feet hooking together and trying with all their might to pull Demin's tapered shaft in as far as it could go. Demin's eyes closed as his hips worked, fangs bared with the effort of trying to tie with the Gaian snow leopard.

He began to withdraw until just his pointed tip was inside Kieran, only to ram back into him up to the hilt, feeling that tailhole stretching around the bulb of his knot more and more with each repetition. With one last thrust Demin ground his hips into Kieran's rear, growling as the cat slowly stretched fully around his knot. Kieran's breath hitched in his throat as he was spread wide, coming out in an explosive groan as his hole finally gave in and accepted the wolf fully, clenching hard on the other side of the Spiral Dancer's knot. The werewolf's canine instincts took over, his hips switching to small, erratic thrusts that pulled and tugged at Kieran's tailhole while his pointed tip battered and rubbed against that special spot inside the snow leopard. Demin felt the pressure build in his loins, the muscles in his stomach tensing as his climax neared. He ground his hips into Kieran's fluffy ass, growling as his balls began to pulse and unleash their load with rope after rope of Wyrm-tainted seed deep into Kieran's bowels, the wolf's knot ensuring not a drop would escape the poor cat's abused tailhole.

Demin began thrusting again as he unloaded into the snow leopard, smirking to himself as Kieran mewled, moaned, and clawed small furrows into the cavern walls at the sensation of being filled with corrupted cum. The Black Spiral Dancer began to whisper tainted and profane words of the Wyrm, hips never slowing down as the subtle green glow in his eyes began to grow brighter. Just as the wolf opened his muzzle Kieran's eyes fluttered open and grew wide when he saw that glow, the open muzzle, and bared fangs closing in on his neck.

"NO, NO, N-" The snow leopard shouted as teeth closed firmly on his neck with a growl from the wolf, his protests giving way to a long drawn out yowl as his own orgasm finally came. Kieran's spined shaft and fluffy orbs pulsed as they spent themselves all over his own belly and chest, stray spurts landing in his open mouth and hitting him on his fuzzy chin. Demin grunted, moaning into Kieran's neck and flinching each time the kitty's hole squeezed and milked at his knotted cock through his own orgasm. He released his captive's neck, tongue flicking out to lick over the black mark his fangs had seared into Kieran's flesh.

Kieran stared mindlessely up at the ceiling, chest heaving as he gasped and panted in exhaustion. Demin looked back up to the cat, bringing one hand up to force Kieran to look him in the eye. The telltale green glow of corruption now shone clearly in the snow leopard's eyes much like the wolf's, a sight that brought a large grin to Demin's muzzle.

"You're mine now, little kitty." The wolf panted, again kissing the snow leopard and ejoying the moan his pet released as his tongue invaded his muzzle. "Mine, and the Wyrm's."

"Y-yes. Master." Kieran gasped, eyes still glazed over in mindless pleasure.

"Good, good kitty." Demin growled, slowly lowering the both of them to the ground, both groaning as his knot tugged at Kieran's well fucked hole. "You pledge to serve the Wyrm and carry out my every whim?" He asked as small, subtle changes began to take place all over his body with small pops and cracks.

"Yes, Master." Kieran said.

"You pledge to forsake Gaia and the bonds of your former tribe?" He continued, his voice quickly losing its masculine rumble and gaining a higher pitched yet still deep feminine quality.

"Yes, Master."

"You pledge to breed, to fill any Black Spiral female with your seed so they may fill this world with as many Black Spiral Dancers as they can?" The changes in Demin's body quickened, his hips widening, small mounds on his chest growing to become soft, full breasts.

"Yes, Master."

"And what will you do to Gaia in the Wyrm's name?" His manhood left Kieran's tailhole with a pop and rush of cum as it quickly shrank along with his sack into his groin, being replaced with a wet, welcoming pussy with a little clit peeking from beneath its hood.

"Destroy Her, Master." Kieran growled as an excited shiver ran up his spine.

"That's 'Mistress' now, pet." The now female Demin said, her paw closing around Kieran's still erect manhood and letting her soft paw pads play across the lovely little spines she found there. "And I think your loyalty deserves a reward." She said as she wrapped her arms around Kieran's neck, drawing him into a kiss to bring him down with her as she laid on her back, legs spread to welcome her pet inside.

Kieran let a growl rumble in his chest as he drove himself fully into his mistress, pausing to revel in the tight warmth pulsing around his manhood. He lowered his head and nuzzled into the fluff between Demin's breasts, deeply inhaling her scent and licking at the soft fur he found there. Demin hummed in amusement and rested a hand on her pet's head, claws idly playing strands of his fur.

"Mmm, go on, pet." She whispered into Kieran's ear before giving it a little nip. "Breed me."

Seemingly at his mistress's words, the green glow in Kieran's eyes pulsed and he withdrew from her until only the spined tip of his manhood remained inside her. With a snarl he grabbed her throat in his fangs and slammed himself back in to the hilt, pleased at the surprised gasp that escaped her muzzle. He huffed into her neck and withdrew again, pounding into the wolf over and over again and delighting in the pleasured whines he elicited from her.

Demin wrapped her legs around her pet's waist and pulled him back inside after each outward thrust, demanding to be filled by his shaft over and over and shivering each time those lovely little spines raked at her insides. The fangs at her neck were a dangerous thrill that made her heart thump excitedly in her chest. Any moment now her pet could simply twitch one muscle in those powerful jaws of his and end her life in a haze of blood and torn sinew, but she knew her control over him was complete. The snow leopard was hers now and she would allow him to play the role of a dominant breeder if it pleased her, and pleased she was.

Her hands gripped at his back, claws biting through the thick fur and tearing red marks into his flesh as he rutted. Like a man possessed, Kieran didn't seem to notice and kept slamming his hips into his mistress, snarling and huffing into the mating hold he had on her. Demin could feel the muscles in her belly and legs tensing as her pet worked and her whining moans of pleasure echoed in the rounded dome of her chambers like a carnal chorus. Kieran's thrusts became erratic as he neared his own end, eyes shut tight with the effort of racing toward his second climax. Demin cradled the snow leopard's head as her orgasm hit her. A drawn out whining moan left her muzzle as her inner walls squeezed and clenched around her pet's cock, trying to milk her pet of all the seed he had left.

As if on cue Kieran came to a halt and ground his hips into his mistress's, yowling into Demin's neck fluff as rope after rope of feline seed spurted from his tip while his long, fluffy tail lashed behind him as he bred the needy bitch beneath him. He broke his mating hold on Demin to lick and kiss at her neck, lessening the sting his fangs had inflicted on his mistress.

Demin hummed contentedly as her pet filled her up. A little shiver traveling up her spine as the warmth from his seed blossomed inside her. She let a hand lazily rest on top of Kieran's head, scritching the big kitty behind one ear. Kieran closed his eyes in contentment and leaned into her hand. The loud purr that began to rumble in Kieran's chest made the Spiral Dancer laugh, a surprisingly soft and musical sound.

"Mm, such a good kitty." Demin said, bringing the hand atop Kieran's head down to scritch beneath his fuzzy chin. "I can already feel your seed taking hold. I'll give us such beautiful sons and daughters to play with." A smirk crossed her muzzle as she saw the blush that rose in Kieran's ears at her words and planted a small kiss on his nose. "Do you want to see me grow round with your cubs, pet? Make me squeal in pleasure beneath you as they grow inside me? To see Wyrm-scum like me give life to your children?" She teased, smiling and running her tongue over her fangs as the cock still buried inside her twitched.

"Y-yes... mistress." Kieran said as he looked away in shame, the blush in his cheeks visible through his fur.

"You'll get your wish soon. Welcome to your new life, pet."