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The evening when it had happened was still a blur to Carl. The younger of the two black haired twins only remembered picking his brother up from his second after school detention when the thing had attacked them as they walked through the park on their way home. He had been smacked against an oak tree by a large paw-like hand while his older brother jumped forward to defend the two of them from the beastly pokemon that seemed intent on eating the both of them alive. The creature was massive like a rhyhorn, but it was not. It was in fact a lucario, only much taller and much more muscular than the normal ones either twin had grown up around.

To this day Carl was still surprised that the two of them had walked away from the altercation with the creature alive. The monster was the epitome of a feral beast hungry for flesh and blood. Maw drooling, eyes frantic, Carl would never forget how the other seemed to smirk at the two of them when it leapt out onto the path in front of them. Of course, the creature had found itself no match for his older brother, Larc, after the slightly bigger teen had bit the other on the nose, kicked it in the crotch, and punched at its eyes until finally the beast of a pokemon had decided that it wasn't worth the effort of trying eat the pair.

Carl had just been able to pull himself up from his daze when his older brother had fallen to the ground, victoriously laughing in what could only been maddening fear. That Larc had ended up needing to visit the local pokemon center for his bleeding injuries was to be expected, the strange muscular canine had scratched and bitten him several times over during their fight, not that the other had noticed in the heat of the moment. Thankfully, the nurse on duty had been able to patch him up with the medicines she had on hand so there was no need for them to go to the hospital. The taxi ride home, courtesy of the nurse, was a quiet one; neither brother knowing exactly what to say to one another. Once home, the twins continued to say nothing to each other as they went to their respective rooms, the silence of the night filling the both of them with the much needed time for contemplation as they wondered what exactly they were going to tell their parents.

Thankfully enough their parents were too caught in their own lives to really pay attention to the twins so an explanation hadn't been needed the following day; the scratches and bandages on Larc were easily swept aside as the rowdy twin having gotten into another fight at school, so assumed their father. With the only visible matter having taken care of itself that should have been the end of the matter, however, what was to follow soon after was something that neither Carl nor Larc would ever forget.

The next week found Larc behaving...differently towards his younger sibling. Not bad, mind you. Just...different.

Where before Larc would tease Carl for being the younger of the pair, if only by a minute, pranking him until he was left crying, the elder twin now acted much more friendly towards him. Often at times Larc would hug and nuzzle his little brother, whispering under his breath how much he was sorry for torturing him in the past. That he would be much better to the other for now on. Would protect him from everything because they were all they had.

The last part was really strange considering that their parents, though often busy with their jobs at the local pokeball manufacturing company, were very much present within their lives. However, Carl didn't question it. He was just so happy that he wouldn't have to worry about finding fake arboks under his covers anymore, or glue in his lotion.

Of course, this did come with an odd drawback as Larc began to behave very weirdly around the house. His daily meal times found him cooking and eating a rather large amount of food, or rather ANYTHING that had a high concentration of carbs to them. Carl teased his brother by saying that he should be careful not to get chubby since the gene did run in their family, and oddly enough the older twin took his suggestion to heart as he began exercising like crazy over the following few days. That Larc had started to fill out in all manner of delicious ways was not missed by the younger twin, Carl had long since come to accept the fact that he was gay and maybe a bit of a pokephile, but in seeing the muscles of his brother's arms, chest, and legs slowly filling out the younger of the pair soon found himself groaning in appreciation over his brother's strange new habits.

The following few weeks proved to be a much more joyful time for both twins as they began behaving as they had before they started puberty. Where Larc had been straying away from his brother, the older of the pair growing more and more interested in the girls at the school they went to, and hanging out with his 'troublesome friends', as their mother like to call Larc's buddies, he now spent his time reading comics with Carl and going out biking and skateboarding with the other. Larc even pushed the two of them into getting into sports at school; Carl had thought about trying out for the track team but had been hesitant because his brother often called the others on the team 'fags' because of how the guys looked in their running singlet and shorts.

This was something Carl kept to himself after he and his brother went to the local sporting goods store to purchase their own workout clothes. Watching his brother pose in front of the mirror, his tanned booty stretching the fabric of the green lycra shorts he had chosen to wear, had made the younger of the two nearly pant in need. The oddest thing about that though was the fact that Carl could almost swear that his brother knew his thoughts and intentions. Of course he had never told Larc of his sexual attractions to either other males or other pokemon, he wasn't stupid after all, however, whenever he would whimper out underneath his breath Carl was sure that he caught sight of Larc...sniffing in his direction. It was odd, but the younger twin was almost positive that he had seen his elder sibling's nose twitch back and forth every once in awhile, particularly whenever the stiffness in between his legs pulsed with repressed intent. Again, nothing was said over the fact, not even when they left the store for home, nor during the night while watching reruns of pokemon sporting competitions. Yet in the darkness of the night while half asleep in his bed Carl got the most queer sensation of Larc...watching him.

He pushed those thoughts aside however. The two of them had long since quieted the 'bond' between them that they had shared when they were younger, so Carl had mostly written such things off as his overactive imagination conspiring with his restless libido to spite him. Besides, he didn't want to risk the newfound joy he was experiencing having his brother as his best friend once again by dredging up an uncertain truth that would only lead to the two of them probably falling out with each other.

Nope.

Better to play dumb and joke off the fact that he found his brother sniffing at his running singlet after they had come home from a long day of practice together out on the track. Yep, it was much wiser not to notice how the playful hugs Larc often gave him turned rather erotic when the older boy began to grind into his back, the stiffness in between his elder brother's legs throbbing in time with the beat of the other's pounding heart. And of course, there was no need to mention how Larc had viciously beat down his old friends after some of them had cornered Carl at the backside of the school; the group was very unhappy at losing a member of their posse and had thought to let the source of their loss know this with quarters wrapped up in socks.

His older brother had been nearly savage in his retribution once he got to where the oncoming beating was about to take place. The fight, if it could be called that, was swift and brutal. Carl had known that his brother liked to brawl, the other nearly relishing in the thrill of being punched and bruised while repaying the favor in kind, but his one-sided assaults made the younger twin wince with how precise and impactful Larc's punches were. Once the last of the four man group was down on the ground moaning in pain Larc had said, in no possible way that could be misunderstood or misinterpreted that he was ending whatever friendship that he and the group might have still possessed with a warning that should they ever get near his brother again that he would beat them down to the point where they would never get back up again.

This had made Carl somewhat startled, however, when reaching out to pull his brother away from the down group the younger of the pair had gasped at the wild eyed look that the snarling teen had given him. Larc quickly apologized, saying that he would never hurt his baby brother. That had quickly calmed Carl down and soon he pulled the other boy from where they were back onto the front of the school property. It was a good thing that it was so late in the evening so no one questioned as to why there was blood on the Larc's hands. Not even their parents who, once again, were busy at work and wouldn't be home until late.

All of these things Carl accepted without question. Looking back, he realized how arrogant and ignorant such a thing was, but hindsight is always twenty-twenty, as is said.

And then...the other shoe dropped.

Carl couldn't explain why his brother had collapsed after they two of them had returned from biking together on the last Saturday of the month. The two had been well hydrated before they had left, had stopped for lunch along the way, and there were no problems up until the point when Larc opened the door to their house, took three steps in, and...then painfully collided with the floor. The younger of the pair had panicked and dragged his brother to his room, placing the other on his bed and then raced through the house getting water, and pills, and calling their parents. Sadly their parents had to pull a double shift that night and couldn't make it back home so the twins were on their own, not something Carl had been thrilled to hear after noting how liberally painful whimpers pooled from out of Larc's sweat soaked and quivering form.

For the rest of the afternoon on into the evening night Carl had watched over his brother like a guardian angel, refusing to move more than ten feet from the bed as he tearfully begged his sibling to tell him what he could do to make him better. Sadly, Larc hadn't been able to answer. The older twin had instead fought for every breath as the full moon outside rose into the cloud covered sky. When Larc's body began to thrash, the other barking out in obvious pain Carl dove onto his brother to hug him, his frantic mind hoping in vain that maybe his close presence could save his twin from whatever was happening to him.

In an odd twist of fate his action seemed to work.

Larc stopped shivering, though his body still twitched sporadically. Panting desperately, the older of the pair opened his bleary blue eyes to stare up at his crying brother. A wiry smirk crept onto his face as he gently called out to the other. Carl immediately lifted his head, his eyes wet, and his nose running. Reaching up to stroke his counterpart's head, the elder brother gasped as he looked to his right hand. Carl cocked his head to the side just as Larc pulled said hand down so that the two of them could stare at it. The younger brother squeaked, as expected.

Twin blue eyes stared at a wickedly clawed appendage which now had wisps of black fur rising up from the pores to cover the swelling hand.

Carl, being the more responsible one, popped up to run for the phone so as to call the hospital, however, a painful groan from his brother halted his forward flight. Pulling back, the younger twin was not prepared to see his older sibling clench his teeth, a feral snarl escaping from his wrinkled lips, as he raised himself up so as to sit onto the bed. Wide blue eyes blinked in both fear and awe as the tanned form of the older boy began to twitch and then inflate with muscles rolling like water running all across Larc's body as he expanded outwards in every direction.

Carl, fearfully drawing forward, reached out with one of his own tanned hands to touch his brother's elongating face, yet when his fingers came in contact with the elder twin's skin he drew back as if burned. Larc was literally burning up. Not thinking over how it was that his twin was growing fur across his chest and shoulders, nor why strange bangs were pushing themselves from out of the side of the other's head, or why his teeth were slowly falling out of his mouth, Carl grabbed the glass of cold water he had fixed earlier and then quickly threw it over the back Larc's neck. Steam immediately began rising from off of the bulking youth's still inflating form from where the water hit drawing a gasp from Carl.

And then Larc began chuckling.

The older twin turned his head, his face drawn out into a monstrous smile as his face stretched further and further until he looked to possess the muzzle of a canine. Chin dribbling blood as new molars began to push down from his gums, Larc rose up into a quadruped kneeling position, his now massive hands drawing down onto the bed hard enough to make it groan. The sound of black claws cutting deep into the fabric of the quilts sent a primal message of fear and flight echoing throughout Carl's mind and body. It didn't help matters that his brother's chest and torso were swelling so much that the cotton of his shirt was audibly tearing itself apart, a small protrusion rising from the center of the growing mass to poke through the material. The clear sign that his brother was becoming some kind of strange beast rang the bell of self-preservation throughout the younger twin's mind as some part of him knew that he would probably be devoured when the odd transformation drew to an end. However, he chose not to leave his twin there alone. Even if it cost him him his life, he would stay to see all of this through to the end.

Yet that didn't stop his bladder from slightly giving out as he watched his counterpart reach up to tear off the sweat drenched t-shirt he was wearing. The sight of golden fur puffing out from the elder's twin's rippling chest and pectorals with all the grace of a wildfire sent another primal message through Carl, though this one was of lust and desire as his two favorite sexual fetishes were weirdly enough combining themselves into one entity.

Carl swore that if all of this was a dream he'd give up the porn forever.

Quietly calling out to the Larc, the younger twin was not prepared for the response he got.

Opening his muzzle to bark at the other boy, the panting pseudo-canine creature lolled his lengthening tongue from his maw. The elongated appendage quickly lapped up the blood which still covered his chin, something Carl was very grateful for. Larc's nose twitched as he caught the sweet stink of fear and piss wafting from the human in front of him. A small part of him whispered that it would be even more fun to taste the other's flesh and blood before a groan made the monster that Larc was becoming lower his head, his insides feeling as though they were being shoved around violently as his inner organs forced his bones to stretch in order to accommodate their rapid growth. A harsh intake of air forced a low, biting growl slipping from out of the older twin's snarling lips, the depth of which made Carl once again squeak in fear.

A puppy-like whimper escape the creature's muzzle when Larc drew his now elongated neck back up to stare at his baby brother, his mind quickly absorbing the fact that the other creature in front of him was not food, but family. Dark blue eyes pleaded for the other not to be scared of him. That he would never hurt him. That his earlier chuckle was born from his body finally forcing itself free from the tight cage of human flesh it had been forced to grow within during these past few weeks. Sadly, Carl was ill-equipped to properly translate the language of the canines and so instead gently eased himself back over to his brother side so as to see how he could help him.

His answer came when Larc whimpered again, his ass shaking restlessly as something began to try and poke out from underneath the fabric of the lycra shorts he had on. Slowly going around the side of the bed, the beastly monster watching his every move with piercing blue eyes, Carl helped his brother out of his track shorts. A gasp of surprise tore through the silent bedroom when the fledgling nub of what would become a massive tail wagged out in front of his face. Carl was forced back when Larc flipped himself around, the transforming boy barking at him. Not sure what to think of that, the younger twin just stood in utter shock as he watched blue fur raced up from Larc's neck to cover his lower face while black wisps drew around the bridge of his nose like a mask. A shake of his head revealed two long pointed ears slowly traveling up onto the lycanthrope's head. Once situated where they belong Larc let out a whine of joy as he blinked and then nodded at his sibling.

Carl swallowed thickly as he noted how familiar bright blue eyes darkened to a magenta hue before finally turning blood red. Once the bangs which had grown onto the side of Larc's ears soon finished lengthening the younger twin finally realized what he was looking at. That knowledge did nothing to help him stop what happened next though. A quick leap off of the bed caused the still transforming Larc to piledrive his twin into the far wall. The force of their two bodies meeting plaster made the entire house to tremble, yet that reverberance was nothing compared to the howl the lycanthrope let loose as his groin began to burn with a heat that seemed to brand his very soul.

Carl, dazed but still conscious, meeped as he watched his older brother's erect six inch cock begin to grow thicker in between his plumping thighs. That blue fur was encompassing the massive mounds of flesh was nothing compared to the sight of the human member slowly darkening to become as deep a red as the were-pokemon's eyes. That the skin at the base of his brother's groin was thickening was not lost of Carl, it was just very hard for him to draw his eyes away from watching as the mushroomed head of Larc's cock flattened down to a point, the sharp tip of which fattened almost comically as boiling blood began to pump hurriedly through the widening mass. Carl found himself in pure astonishment as his fearful gaze turned down curiously just in time to watch Larc's plum sized balls throb and then widen as new seed began to fill the already full sacs.

It was quick reflexes that got the younger teen turn his head to the side just as the tip of the lengthening tool attempted to bump against his nose. Reaching up to push back against the other's eight pack thick abdomen, Carl grunted as he worked to keep his brother from plunging his bitch breaking cock into his throat, some subconscious sense telling him that if he did...things would never be the same between them ever again. Though considering the situation that was a given, his consciousness roared back. The rocking motions stopped for a second when something made Larc hiss, drool leaking from his lips as pain flared through his body once again.

Larc was caught between a world of pleasure and pain as he looked down at his so much smaller and weaker twin. Nose twitching as he caught the scent of fear, awe, lust, and worry that wafted from the human's body, the were-pokemon wanted nothing more than to reach a hand down and force his sibling to accept him as his alpha by instilling his seed down the other's throat. Instinct told him that all he would need to do is taint the other's blood with the corruptive essence that ran through his body and then his brother would be just like him, but...he couldn't. Higher reasoning winning out over instinct as the lycanthrope realized that he couldn't do such a thing to his packmate without his permission, a very odd thing to think considering that he was the obvious alpha between the two, given the situation.

Grunting in confusion and rising anger, Larc hit his head against the wall, cracking it for his trouble, as he tried to make his body, mind, and instincts stop warring with one another. A sharp tug along his lower region made him raise his head up to hiss. His legs felt like they were being torn apart as the bones within stretched to their limits and then beyond. Expanding his gait so as to allow his transformation to continue unabated, the lycanthrope spared a single glance out to the mother moon, an unspoken curse riding on his tightly pressed lips as he silently gave painful praise for the body he now possessed.

Thinking himself safe as he noted that his brother seemed to no longer see the need for trying to desperately hump his face, Carl looked up with owlish blue eyes as he watched his twin grunt and then rise up and up and up to stand nearly eight feet above him. Consequently, this gave the younger teen a good view of the massive orbs which now hung down in between his brother's legs but it also made him somewhat a target for his twin's massive hips as the Larc rolled his hips forward, small jets of pre-come leaking out onto the floor from the canine spear he now supported. Thankfully Carl's natural dexterity kept him from being shot in the face when his brother's now ten...eleven….thirteen inch cock started to fire thin ropes of fluid from the curved tip.

Yet Carl's speed couldn't stop him from seeing how the base of his brother's penis began to swell with growing flesh. Knowing what the other boy was becoming, or had become at this point as Larc's body was now completely covered in gold, blue, and black fur from head to expanding toe, the younger of the pair guessed that his sibling was slowly growing a new knot. Why he did what he did next the other would never know, but in reaching over from where he had slipped through his brother's legs, Carl hesitantly grabbed the ballooning bulb. The touch was electric for the were-pokemon because soon enough more shots of pre-come began to splatter out from Larc's quivering tip against the wall in front of him.

Carl found himself chuckling somewhat at the irony that his twin was now a hormone driven mutt, the same as the poochyena which their father had denied them from adopting when they were younger. The moment of joy was quickly stripped away however, as Larc's tail finished it's growth, the new appendage smacking the human boy into the face as pleasure roared throughout the older lycanthrope's body like liquid fire. A grumble made Carl clench his fist onto the swelling bulb that was his brother's knot, yet this seemed to enhance the other's pleasure instead of halting it. A slow turn of the larger canine's head found the twins looking at each other, an unknowable conversation passing between them as they Carl moved his hand down to begin gently stroking the were-pokemon's engorged manhood.

Larc seemed to really appreciate this because soon after he began to panting and stomping his leg onto the ground.

Carl smirked at this before grimacing as more pre flew out from his brother's tip, the sticky dribblings of which ran down his fingers, filling his hand, not to mention his nose, to the brim with canine musk. Perhaps that was why he didn't choose to run away and instead moved his hand faster and faster along his brother's cock. The sound of snapping leather made Carl flip his head down.

In his frantic need to get his brother's shorts off the younger twin had not removed his sibling's shoes. Because of this, the elongating feet of the lycanthrope forced the material to literally explode off of his clawed feet. A happy whine left Larc's muzzle as relief washed over him. Carl couldn't help but chuckle at how goofy his brother looked as he licked at the air while panting in need, drool dripping from his lips onto the floor.

This silly moment was broken in the next second when Larc reached down to take Carl's head into his gargantuan clawed hand. The human was not prepared for what happened next.

In the span of two seconds the were-pokemon forced his twin's face underneath his tail, the length of which draped down onto the top of the youth's head like a furry leash, and then up against the cleft in between his blue furred cheeks. Carl immediately began to thrash around as his nose was pressed against the other's hot, wet tailstar, however, Larc was much stronger than him now and easily kept his face contained where his instincts told him the other belonged. The younger boy thought to repay the favor in kind by violently biting down onto the other but two things told him that this would be a VERY bad idea. The first being his own inborn need to never willingly bring his brother harm, something which had been cultivated from years of idling worshipping the other. The second was the new submissive instincts which were being imprinted within his mind as he drank in the scent of the alpha male glands which had formed within the lycanthrope's rectum. Like his feral counterparts Larc now possessed a sac of musk underneath his tail which would tell others everything they would need to know about the virile alpha male which the were-pokemon now was. And though they had far removed themselves from their animal nature humans still possessed the instincts given to them by nature. Because of this, as the glands began to leak fluid down into Carl's nose the younger twin soon found himself falling under the dominance of his alpha.

A small flick of his tongue made Larc growl happily.

Wiggling his tongue to and fro against the tailstar in order to get more of the sweet, earth musky onto his palate, Carl subconsciously continued to stroke his twin off. The desire to please the dominant male swelling within him more and more by the second until soon it became a deep seeded need that would never leave him no matter how far he traveled away from his brother. Slipping his wet organ deeper into the muscular male, Carl found his mind growing fuzzy, his thoughts muddled of all logic and reason, as Larc continued to pant and groan above him. For his efforts the lycanthrope's now fifteen inch cock throbbed with the wild beat of his heart, his churning balls rising up slightly as they prepared to filter out the mix of human and pokemon seed which they now were filled with.

Reached his own paw down to intertwin his meaty fingers with those of his brother's, Larc moaned and then bowed his head against the front wall as new thoughts began to swim within his brain. Huffing in need, the were-pokemon's red eyes began to shimmer with color as his body slowly started to pulse with azure energy. Auras danced within the canine's mind's eye yet those calm radiant hues were nothing to the mental image which danced behind his eyes. The thought of him flipping his beta brother over onto his back, breeding the other hard to claim the younger male as his mate made Larc growl in want. It would be so easy to do as such, to take what was rightfully his by virtue of his the power which the mother moon had given him. Yet the need to protect the other male filled his mind with a strong restraint that forced those thoughts back. He had to protect his pack! Even from himself if need be. But he had to keep his younger sibling safe from those who might hurt him, or worse, claim him for themselves. The marking he was doing now would be enough for tonight, but sometime later on he would need to fill the other with his cock. Would need his seed to take root until another lycanthrope proudly stood at his side. Once the two of them shared the blood of the beast only then would the other be safe.

A howl from the were-pokemon was the only warning given as Larc's climax raced up his spine, his brother's tongue having found his engorged prostate.

Loud splatters filled the quiet room as the were-pokemon came and came and came some more, his turgid penis literally throbbing as it expelled his weak human seed from his orange heavy testicles. Had either of the twins been paying attention they would have noted how the froth slowly transformed from a pure white into a pale yellow, the last of Larc's humanity fading from his being as his body pumped out the last dregs of weakness that would ever plague him. Yet both brothers were oblivious to this as they continued to fulfill their respective roles within the newly made pack which Larc had forced the two of them into.

Not that either minded.

Once the were-pokemon's orgasm finally began to taper off nearly a minute and a half later, Larc pulled his paw away from Carl's head giving the human a chance to taste fresh air once again. Well, as fresh as could be expected with the stink of canine seed filling the enclosed space.

The sound of a body hitting the floor made the beastly canine whip his head around, bangs hitting him in the face for his trouble. Red eyes blinked before Larc smirked. Panting on the ground in an obvious daze, the younger of the pair lolled his tongue out from his mouth like a common mutt as bleary blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, oblivious. Turning fully, Larc knelt down to sniff over his beta brother. The scent which caught within his black, wet nose told him that the other was indeed marked now; no pokemon would not know who the younger male belonged to after catching a whiff of him. Yet this didn't mean that there weren't other alphas out there who might try and claim his mate.

The memory of the one who had tried to consume him and his sibling nearly a month ago made Larc rear back to howl out in challenge. When no answering call echoed within his pointed ears after nearly ten minutes of waiting the were-pokemon guessed that other had probably moved on. Scooping his twin up, the human weighing next to nothing thanks to the new strength the lycanthrope now possessed, Larc carried his brother through the hallway to his own room. Snatching the comforter off his bed, he made a small nest for the two of them inside of his walk-in closet, the space almost painfully tight for the muscular behemoth of a canine.

Settling himself down around the other, Larc thought nothing of his grumbling stomach as he focused his thoughts on the future to come and how he would need to make his human form just as powerful as his true form once the night ended and the mother moon rescinded her blessing. Human memories told him that he would be much weaker once he was forced to put on his human skin thanks to the accursed sun, however, he would learn from the humans their ways of fighting. He would grow by devouring their food. He would adapt to living as they did until his body was fit and capable enough to make sure that no human would be able to harm him or his pack while he stood without his fur and claws.

However, his animal instincts told him that he would need to grow his pack in order to keep the two of them safe from the other alphas out there. The only way to do that, however, would be to conquer the weaker ones who thought themselves as alphas. Claim them with fang and seed until they submitted to his authority. Once that was done he would then have a force capable enough of ensuring that his territory would be protected from all harm.

And on that note, the were-pokemon realized that tomorrow he would need to establish the boundaries of his home so that 'incidences' like what happened before would never again occur. A feral smile pulled at the edge of Larc's lips as he settled himself down around his beta, the quiet snores from the exhausted human filling his ears even as his still aching cock pulsed gently outside of his sheath.