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Story and Characters © 2017 by Kale ShadowWalker Faolan

Disclaimer: This contains adult themes, including but not limited to: Gay relationships, M/M sex, transformation, oral sex, anal sex and probably a lot more or a bit less. Depends on the story as this is my standard disclaimer now. If you are not of an age (18+/21+) where it's legal for you to read this or you don't like the themes of this story, then please hit the back button a couple times and search again. Otherwise, enjoy this story and please leave me comments or send me a message :3

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For most out there, furry and human alike, a full moon was just another full moon, no matter when it fell. Unfortunately for those werewolves out there, the had to deal with three nights of shifting from human or anthro to a hulking, wild werewolf that on lived for spreading the "curse" in any way they could. That need was even more built up when the full moon fell on a Friday the 13th, so much so that it could be spread during sex even when they weren't in their lycan form. For Kale though, all that he got was a bit more needy and a bit more energy as he was not a normal werewolf. No, while he had a human and even a full feral wolf form, he was always in that lycan form. He wasn't sex crazed or wild as most would describe the "typical" lycanthrope - No, he was quite the opposite and most would call him a normal, everyday black wolf and in fact, most did because he didn't share his secrete with them.

Why was he like this? Well he didn't know to be honest, his dad had always just told him he was a special little puppy and he shouldn't worry about such things. The truth was that the 32-year old male had been born to a pair of werewolves, and neither one was female. He had two biological fathers, the one that raised him had never let on that his birth "mother" had been male, just that they had died during childbirth and that wasn't even the full truth, but was a story for another time.

The lycan was glad that his day was finally over, work had just been extra busy, extra hard and extra stressful all week and now that it was sunset on a Friday night, he could finally get out and take a long relaxing walk downtown. He was dressed pretty simply this fine night, wearing just a tight black t-shirt and a simple leather kilt, with nothing on under it of course. Otherwise, he's be wearing a skit and he wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those!

He made stops in all of his favorite stores, spending time and a little money in the process, spending the most in a nice little pizza joint that had just opened, mostly on booze that did a rather good job at relaxing him and making him nice and drunk. As he went to stumble back home he quickly got lost despite how small the town was, the lycan making his way down a strange black alley way. He stops when he finds himself at the end of the ally, facing a nondescript black door. He tilts his head to the side and looks it over, turning around a couple times to try and figure out where he was, but it was of no use. Nothing looked familiar to his booze addled brain. He tries the handle of the door and gives a bark of triumph when it turns, the lycan gigging softly as he pushes it open and slips in, his addled mind making him think he had stumbled upon some great secret.

Kale closes the door quietly behind him and crept down the hall slowly, the slight bit of light that was showing around a door at the far end was more than enough to make the path easy to see. The walls didn't seem to adorned with anything except for tape outlines, either for future pictures or designs in the paint. The paint that was currently on the walls was a dull, chipped light gray and if had looked closer he would have been able to tell just how hold the building was for there was a little brick showing through some of the chips.

He could almost hear something that might sound either like the base of techno music or someone using a sledgehammer on a wall, they both sounded quite the same to him from a distance. The closer he got to the door the easier it was for him to realize that he was indeed hearing techno music. He stood just on the other side of the door now, paw gripping the handle while he blinked a couple times in confusion. He hadn't heard of a techno or dance club opening up and he was usually the first to know as he'd be the one they'd call for social media blasts and web site building. To have been left out of the loop was strange. Though it could simply be that someone had sneaked into the building for an illegal party...and that was just fine with him. He always enjoyed a good party and hopefully they wouldn't catch him sneaking in and joining the party with out a proper invitation.

He grabs the handle of the door and turns it slowly as to not make any sound, easing the door open just as slow, the booming of the base growing louder and the rest of the music more distinct, the canine able to make out a few words here and there now. He pushes the door open enough to stick his head inside, looking around and not seeing much at all, not because it was dark, but simply because there wasn't much to see. He pushes the door open enough to enter, looking around to see if there really was just nothing in the club yet, door closing behind him. He steps forwards and looks down as well, noticing that there was at least an area laid out for a dance floor and a couple places where it looked bars were being set up.

Kale chuckled to himself as he took in the sights, well the lack of them, realizing that he extremely early for the grand opening or the party, which ever it was, as there were still lights strewn around that needed hanging. It was no wonder he hadn't hear of a club opening, this place was far, far from being ready. He walks over to the dance floor and takes another look around, wondering just how many people this place will hold and what kind of them it'll have, hoping that it'll end up being a gay bar. There was only one other of those in town and it was seriously lacking when it came to good booze and good music. From what he could hear at the moment, the music had a good beat and was surprisingly catchy, his body already swaying and rocking lightly to it.

Meanwhile, an unseen figure watched the lycan enter from a dark room hidden away deep within the back of the club. A lone figure, that was not expecting anyone to just wander into a place that was obviously not open. No sighs, no lights. Nothing! Why anyone would just walk into such a place was beyond the figures understanding. But there, right on the monitor was a large werewolf swaying and even tapping one foot to the beat of the music. Well, that had to be a good sigh at least, the male on screen was looking like he was quickly relaxing and enjoying himself, exactly what the music was designed for.

The figure pushed the chair back and slowly stood with a light sigh, the sound of latex sliding against latex filling the room. There wasn't anything to to about it outside of start the plan early. The lycan might let the secret of the place leek to early and having to push the time line up that quickly was just not needed, for the place needed time to be perfect. The door opened and the figure quietly walked from the office to the dance floor, slipping soundlessly up behind the dancing wolf, any sounds covered by the deep base of the music. One latex arm wraps around the lycan's waist to pull him back, hand on stomach, the other wrapping around his head to press a single finger into the muzzle, the rest wrapping around it to keep it closed and silent. "Shush now, pup..you're in my house now."

Naturally, the wolf struggled in the grip and tried to call out for help, but the figure behind him was much stranger and even a few inches taller than he was. Latex muscles bulged and pressed against the struggling form, the finger rubbing over the male's tongue while keeping it pinned down, teeth simply pressing on the rubber and not doing any damage at all. After a moment he pulls the head around so the struggling male was able to see what had him pinned in place.

Kale's eye went wide at the sight behind him, giving a very confused bark around the finger in his mouth, the sight making him go still, all thoughts of escaping going away as he tries to make sense of the creature behind him. The male was taller by a few inches, so he had to look up to see his face and strangely glowing blue eyes. The creature had a pair of large ram's that curved back from his forehead, but with the way the light hit them, they looked to be made of pure latex. Latex that seemed to cover every bit of the male's form from the neck down, not doing a thing to show off that well muscled upper body. The strange creature was built like a bouncer, his upper body sculpted and well defined, that is not to say his lower body wasn't. It just wasn't exactly human.

Down below the latex covered everything still, but it made to look like the other had a sheath, a rather huge one mind you, with a massive pair of very heavy looking balls framed by thick thighs. Even lower still, it appeared that the male had hoofed boots on instead of normal ones. The whole look was rather exotic and the lycan's eyes went wide when he realized that the male was dressed up as a satyr. His gaze was brought back up by the costumed male tugging his muzzle upwards, those eyes looking down into his own as if they knew exactly what Kale was thinking.

"No, pup. Not a costume. I'm the real deal. And soon you'll be calling me Daddy." The satyr smirked and pressed his crotch against the lycan's rump, the thick latex sheath pressing firmly between them and nestling in, the tip kissing Kale's tight feeling pucker. "I own this hear building and everything in it, and that means you as well since you decided to break in. I suppose it's partly my fault since I didn't lock that door.." He stomps his right hoof on the floor in a rather odd pattern, the sound of horseshoe hitting the floor and rang out, followed by the sound of the security system engaging and locking the place up tight. "There..now there will be no interruptions as I turn you into the clubs first official slut."

Kale's head tried to shake from side to side, but the satyr held it firmly in place, the lycan swallowing around it, not realizing that by doing so, he was consuming latex that was just beginning to drip off the finger. He renews his struggles, feet firmly planted on the floor, muscles bulging while he leaned forward to try and throw the satyr off balance. All he managed to do was crack his back and pull the male even tighter against him, the sheath grinding hard against his rear now, something thick, hefty and blunt pushing from it and right against his pucker. Horse! The satyr had a horse cock and in his experience, stallions his size usually were on quite well hung but he could handle them. The cock pressing on his right felt much thicker and didn't feel forgiving. His eyes went wide, realizing suddenly the creature wasn't wearing latex, he was...

"Made from it, pup. And soon you will be too." The satyr chuckled into his ear, a latex tongue sliding over it, leaving behind a coating that reformed it right away, from canine to satyr; not a huge change but just enough to get everything started. He gave the other ear the same treatment, hips grinding against the rear, latex pre leaking already from the cock that had barely begun to emerge. The pre stuck right to the pucker and ran down the male's crack, coating both with the warm liquid, converting fur and flesh to latex. Strong hips gave a firm thrust and the pucker gave way to let the slick tip slide in with a wet, loud pop followed by a muffled groan of pain and a squeeze around the shaft. A tight but brief one, for soon as the pre leaked into the muscles, they became latex as well and stretched right out of the shaft.

Kale's mind and body were in conflict with each other and themselves from the strange feelings coming from his backside. He knew it was impossible for someone to actually be made of latex, the satyr had to be lying, but as more of that cock slide out of the male's sheath and right into his ass, the less he knew what to believe. The shaft didn't feel like it was filling with blood to harden, nor could he really feel any vines on it. Even a thick latex condom wouldn't obscure those details and with what felt like pre leaking into him, he was beginning to believe the male's words. His hips squirmed and he kept trying to pull away, but every time he took a step forwards, the satyr was right against him, cock pushing an inch deeper in each time. After a half dozen steeps he freezes to try another strategy, attempting to first pull the finger out of his mouth, both paws grabbing the attached wrist and tugs. Surprisingly, the finger slides out but leaves behind a small bit of latex that spreads right away and seals his mouth shut.

The lycan let out muffled grunts and growls, pre occupied with trying to pull his jaws apart, not noticing that his arms had been grabbed and pinned against his sides until it was too late. A soft "tsk, tsk" came from the satry, followed by a squeeze and a hard grind, six more inches of equine cock pushed into his depths, coating and changing the fleshy walls into forgiving, living latex. Kale blushed under his black fur, feeling slight shame for disappointing his Master. He shook his head and gave another growl; that thing behind him was not his Master, he was his rapist and he had to get away. More struggles and bucks came from the werewolf, even a firm shove backwards with his hips didn't do anything outside of forcing the medial ring to pop into him and the cock to firmly press against his extra sensitive latex prostate.

The satyr held on tightly when his captive fell onto the floor from the sudden rush of pleasure, both of them hitting their knees, releasing the lycan's arms so he can brace himself on all fours now. He took his hands and rubbed them over his new pet's nipples, fingers leaving behind wet latex that fused with and made the nipples hard. The more he rubbed, the more latex that was left behind, the liquid following the veins under the fur to spread out, absorbing the fur in the process and turning it along with the skin under it to latex. "You feel that, Pet?" He asked with a grind of his hips, medial ring pressing against the prostate hard before sliding past it, the cock plunging in deeper. "I'm not even fully in you and you're already on your hands and knees for me. Such a good, boy. You make Daddy Stylx very proud!"

Stylx felt the shudder that his words caused, the shifting male's hips pressed and ground back for just a moment and that's all he needed. He pulled his hips back so the head of his latex leaking cock was just sitting inside of that smooth rump and gave a thrust back inside, his cock pushed out to full size upon his hips coming into contact with the firm rump, two feet of equine shaped latex cock, balls pressed firmly against the rump. The male's body pressed tightly up against his own, muffed groan still loud enough to echo off the walls a little, music to his ears. He moved one hand up to the lycan's neck, rubbing all the way around it to leave a nice thick, tight collar made of latex, one that was thicker than it should be but almost immediately it flattened out slightly, sending tendrils of latex down the pups neck and up towards his muzzle.

The wolf finally felt the weight on his back lift up, but he knew that his Daddy...no! He would not call him that!..his rapist was just starting, the hips slowly pulling away from his rear and the cock pulling back out of him was all he needed to know that he was in for a long night. The flared cock head lightly tugged at his latex pucker before it slammed back in deep, shivering from the heat of a jet spurt of a latex pre shooting deeper into his body, some of it leaking around the cock and down onto his balls. He looked back over his shoulder to give the satyr a look that told him when this was over, he was going to be sorry, but despite his best efforts, all he gave was a look that begged to be fucked harder, the pleasure coming from his extra sensitive prostate fogging his mind way too quickly. He shook his head to try and clear it some, but what he didn't know was the latex on his ears was working into his head to being the process of rewriting his thoughts. His mind cleared from the fog slightly, but escaping from the other male was going with it.

Would it really be so bad to surrender to the obviously older male and work at the club? He probably would be able to do his day job and the night job at the club and still have plenty of rest time. That was if being made of latex meant he would even need sleep any longer. What was he thinking!? There was no way he was going to allow the satyr to convert him into some sort of weird living latex monster like him. A particularly hard thrust brought the lycan from his thoughts and back to the present, where his vision quickly became nothing but black, the latex from the collar having crawled up and covered everything, even his eyes now. A panicked deep breath was quickly followed by a couple less, but still deep ones, the male happy that he could still breath at least. Tendrils forced his muzzle open and shot inside where it quickly pushed his muzzle inwards and flattened it and his teeth out, converting everything into a human form, the excess latex curling into a short pair of rams horns before the rest ran down his throat and lungs, everything getting converted on the way down. Kale was unable to see it but he was sure he at least had the luck of retaining his own face, a quick flick of his latex tongue across a pair of latex fangs, which confirmed his suspensions. "LET ME GO!" He calls out to the satyr pressed against his back, paws grabbing onto the arms around him to pull them away.

Stylx hefted himself backwards along his new employee, and personal pet, the male following easily, least body wise, even if his mind wasn't quite all there. "Shush now or I'll make it so the only thing that comes out of that mouth of yours will be sounds of pleasure and no words ever again.." He heard the jaws close suddenly and reached down, hand wrapping around the canine cock to give it a few slow, long strokes as a reward. His grinned wide when the male ground into the grip and a a muttered "Daddy.." hit his ears. He picked up the pace with the hard thrusts, balls slapping loudly off the other's latex rear, more and more of the latex pre leaking from the stretched hole to travel down Kale's legs and feet, muscles flexing slightly before they are converted. Once it was down and over the footpaws, the claws spread out with the latex and shifted into latex hooves, the bottom hardening a bit more to act like horseshoes.

Latex traveled up now and wrapped around the half satyr's balls with a tight squeeze, pushing down through the skin and right into them, transmuting the infectious lycan seed into just as infectious satyr latex seed. The satyr felt his convert's cock give an extra hard pulse when the pre that poured out wet from normal bodily fluids to thin latex. He stroked the pre down onto the cock, veins getting flattened against the black shiny surface, meeting the latex that was crawling up the male's sheath and towards his waist. Harder and harder the thrusts came and the corruption spread further, the collar slimmed down to normal, the excess latex stretching down and over the captive's arms, paws and fingers, those paws turned to hands. The black liquid continued down onto the satyr's chest and joined up with what was already on his nipples, sending a sensation of deep pleasure through his body.

"Daddy...please..." Kale finally groaned out when the latex finally joined up, almost his entire body matching his new father's, only his cock remained canine. His mind was finally broken, there was just too much pleasure and too many invasive thoughts for him to push away. He turned his head and reached back to pull his Daddy into a kiss, but not before he begged the older male to finish him off. Twin latex tongues met and danced against each other, the new satyr's cock throbbed and twitched in need, knot pushing out of his sheath one last time. His lover's hips changed angles and pulled back so the flat cock head was grinding right against his prostate, his balls pulled up against his body in response and the hand on his cock grabbed his knot to squeeze and tug on it.

A deep, powerful, loud groan left his lips and echoed off the walls despite the still playing music, the new satyr hitting his first orgasm quite hard. Ropes of his thick latex seed shot out all over the floor before him, each jet not only causing his hole to squeeze on his Master's length, but also causing his final transformations. His tail pulled inwards and shortened quite a bit, the new goat tail giving a couple light wags against the abs pressed against it. The pointed tip of his cock flattened and widened out into a thick equine flare, knot pushed up by his length growing but also migrating on it's own, shrinking until it became a fine medial ring. The now foot and a half long cock throbbed heavily with every jet of seed that shot out, the pleasure so great that Kale didn't notice that the older male behind him had resumed his thrusts.

Stylx's hips only gave a half dozen or so thrusts before hilting that cock into his new son's backside, balls slapping firmly against it as they pull up against his body. The renewed tightness around his cock from the squeezing inner walls along with the simple fact the other male had surrendered fully sent him over as well. His cock head flared and thick spurts of latex jizz shot deeply and quickly into his son, forcing his belly to swell out as his flare kept any from leaking out for now. His lasted a few minutes past what Kale's had, as he was just slightly pent up from years of no action. By the time he was done, his slave's belly looked like he was pregnant, his cock giving one last jet into the male, this bit extra thick to plug him up and keep all of the cum there.

Cock slid out and back into its home, the hips and balls remained firmly planted against Kale's rump, the younger male gave a light disappointed groan at the empty feel followed by a gasp as his own cock slide into his sheath and his hole tightened right back up. "You'll get used to that, I promise son." He stood up and tugged the other onto his new hooves, supporting him until he got used to standing on them. Soon as that happened, he turned the satyr around and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, we'll move your stuff to my house in a couple days, but for now, as punishment for disturbing my work, you're going to finish putting this place together. Do it quick enough and I just might give you a gift." He slapped the latex bubble ass before heading back to his office to finish ordering everything he needed and mixing the music for the first night, knowing his son was going to see to everything else.