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I woke up untied, but still in that same room. The same musty, cold warehouse with the worn concrete floor, cracked in some places by grass miraculously pushing through the stone, slowly but surely reclaiming even a polluted ruin. This particular room was empty again, although I knew my captors wouldn't be far away. There was a door - I tried it - locked, but on it was a note with very tidy handwriting. I didn't really want to read it, but what choice did I have?

Dear Corporate Drone,

Regardless of what you personally know and don't know, we've decided to show you how far the rabbit hole goes, so to speak. This means that we will turn you into one of us, there's no escaping that fact. I decided, however, that you get to have a say in how we do it, given that you seem to genuinely not know what your employers are doing.

Your choices are as follows. One, you get on your knees and please our big bad wolf, and then when he's had enough of your face, you let him breed you. Two, you try to escape or don't play bitch for him, and we do it forcibly, like you know, the kind of werewolves you see in old movies.

Oh, and we're not monsters. We wouldn't make you do anything you don't really want to. Incidentally, we did a little digging, so we know you love cock. Don't try to pull that card on us.

His name is Stephen. Remember it, you'll be screaming it soon enough.

_ With Love,_

_ Jenny_

I imagine your reactions are as horrified as mine was, at that point. I hadn't dreamt or hallucinated it; they actually wanted me to fuck a dog. A big angry wild dog on two legs, but a dog nonetheless. It was completely beyond the pale.

Even more so was the fact that I found myself involuntarily swelling at the idea. There had been some raw animal magnetism about him, but I assumed it was because of whatever dark forces were at work, the same ones that transformed him into that unholy beast. No doubt they could seduce any mortal man, and as my maleness demonstrated, I was no exception.

Still, I looked around the room. I could still try to escape, perhaps, if there was a window or even a loose section of concrete - I was grasping at straws - or a vent. The room was dimly lit, but I traced, I think, every inch of the walls. There was nothing. Oh, granted, there _was_a window, but it was too high up for me to reach and too narrow for me to squeeze through. There was a vent too, but unlike in the movies, it was barely big enough for me to fit my arm into. The concrete might've been old and cracked, but when I attempted kicking it, I only hurt my foot. For all intents and purposes, I only had two options.

Submit, or be mauled and then submit.

Somewhere deep inside I was excited about it in the most perverse way, but I was already under their spell. It wasn't my fault that I slowly unbuttoned my pants in desperation, exposing myself to the cold air and giving myself goosebumps. I wondered how the werewolf's cock would feel in me, or how having one would feel after they were done with me. I moved as if in a trance, like a robot controlled entirely by someone else's will. The chinos came off, and I tossed them into a heap in the corner of the room. I looked down and saw a very obvious bulge in my underwear. I wanted to cry. I didn't want to be an animal, but my body clearly had other ideas.

I yanked them off, and then sat in the chair I'd been tied to earlier. I closed my eyes and waited. Before I knew it, the door opened again and two of them stepped in. One was the wolf - "Stephen" - and the other was the woman, who was apparently named Emily. Seeing that I'd given up and disrobed, both smiled, although one of the smiles looked more hungry than anything.

"I'll leave you two boys to it. And don't worry, corporate drone, you'll enjoy life on the right side more than you think. Have fun!" Emily exclaimed cheerfully, blew me a kiss and stepped outside with a twirl, slamming the door shut behind her. Briefly, I wondered if she was a werewolf too, or just a human activist siding with them, but then the beast obscured my vision, forcing me to switch my attention to him.

He reached for my head, and I flinched instinctively, but instead he traced his lupine claws through my hair and down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I felt his grip tighten as he turned my head to face his erect cock. I'd been trying to avoid it, but I no longer had a choice, which aroused me somehow, as I finally got to examine that forbidden fruit without guilt. His cock was distinctly bestial and canine, although with some human touches, just as a werewolf had traces of humanity left in general. It was deep red and shiny with a protective sheath bunched up at a base, and a faint trace of a bulge towards the bottom, which I figured was the knot. The top was slightly flared around the edges like a human cock, but the tip was pointed like a wolf's. I could smell it now, and the scent was musky, masculine and animalistic. Suddenly, the werewolf pulled my head into his crotch so my nose was pushed against his cock, and gave me the opportunity to really smell it.

Suddenly, I understood what was making me so aroused. It wasn't the prospect of fucking the werewolf, it was the smell. The wonderful, musky aroma, dripping with pheromones promising boundless virility in exchange for submission. It was as if the smell went right to my own cock, making me even harder. I rubbed my face into his heavy ballsack and sheath like a cat in heat, wanting to get that wonderful smell all over myself.

He pushed one of his clawed fingers into my mouth roughly and forced my jaws open, I suppose as a show of dominance. I knew what was coming and I found myself salivating at the idea, completely lost to whatever evil pheromones the werewolf emitted. I think I would've started orally worshipping his bestial maleness regardless of what he did, but he preferred to control me.

The wolf guided his cock into my mouth, or rather, he guided my mouth onto his cock. I could feel the heat radiating from it before it even touched my lips. When it did, I immediately gave it a lick. It was tangy, even metallic perhaps, and much hotter than a human cock would be. It also felt and looked extremely erotic sliding over my lips and into my mouth. I wondered how many others he'd sunk himself into before me.

"Suck", he commanded, and I obeyed. I sealed my lips around his maleness - only half of it fit into my mouth, but I suppose with the lupine muzzle that I'd soon have it'd all go in - and began gently nursing on his bright red wolfcock. He still held onto my head, and began to buck his hips, fucking my mouth. He was surprisingly gentle so far, perhaps sensing my submission, and didn't try to force himself down my throat. Good thing too, because there was no way I could've handled it. Instead, he was more than content to let me pleasure him with my tongue and rewarded me with the occasional grunt, twitch and something salty - precum? - spurting onto my tongue, driving me to new heights of arousal.

I slid off the chair and onto my knees in front of the majestic beast. The floor was cold, but I hardly noticed, as I tried taking him deeper, into my throat. When I think about it now, I realize that the wolf barely did anything despite rocking his hip; I was the one forcing his swollen cock deeper, suppressing my gag reflex. For the briefest of moments I managed to take the whole thing, burying my nose into his wonderfully musky crotchfur, but then broke out in coughing and hacking a split second afterwards. Still, in my dazed mind I felt something resembling pride, because my alph- the werewolf had grumbled in appreciation when I did it.

I continued exploring his maleness. I licked around his crown when he withdrew from my maw, feeling the pointy tip, tongue dancing along the edges of his swollen head, licking up every bead and drip of his pre-ejaculate appreciation. I traced my tongue up and down his shaft, cradling it and feeling every slight throb as he gifted me with more of his precum, every bulging vein and every twitch that heralded an eventual climax. I think I knew, at some point, that in lieu of biting me, it was his cum that'd turn me into one of his kind, but it wasn't something I actively thought about, too entranced with my oral worship of this clearly superior male.

I wondered what my partner would think if he saw me like this, on my knees in front of a half-animal, eagerly slurping on his freely offered cock while he uttered small growls of satisfaction, at the pleasure my human mouth gave him. It was nothing compared to what was to come, of course, which was my utter submission underneath the beast.

I felt like I was already changing. Perhaps it was sheer arousal making me feel high, or maybe it was the wolf's musk. Deep within some part of me was telling me to snap out of it and fight, even If it would only have led to my death, but I didn't hear it. Instead, when the werewolf - Stephen - pulled out of my mouth, I only stared at him like a dog waiting for its master's command. He gestured at me to turn around. I did so, and he knelt down behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest and pushing his body against me. I felt his breath on my neck, and I felt him licking along my goosebumpy skin, even letting his teeth rest on it but without piercing my skin and thus sealing my fate. It was like he was edging, savouring the moment of my infection with the curse.

His hot shaft pressed between my asscheeks, slick with precum and my saliva, and I felt his incredibly masculine body grind into me, punctuated by grunts and growls from the wolf, who I at this point regarded as my master. His fur tickled my back and chest where his arms were squeezing me into him. I looked down and saw that my own maleness was painfully erect. If I had been able to touch it I would've probably climaxed in a few seconds, but I couldn't reach it over Stephen's bulky, fuzzy arms. I felt each squirt of his precum, a momentary heat on my back that was then smeared across my skin and his fur.

"Rrgh, it's time for you to get bred..." he growled, again almost biting me as he did, but instead his jaws snapped shut just barely missing my throat. He had managed to contain himself, clearly wanting to combine his orgasm with whatever perverse pleasure his kind drew from transforming others. I was all too eager to help him, or rather, to let him help himself with my body. A warm paw pushed me forward, and I barely caught myself with my hands. The wolf stroked my back, his paws wandering to my ass, which he squeezed roughly. I heard a satisfied grumble, and took it to mean he liked what he saw. I lowered my upper body to the ground, leaving my rear elevated and open to him in a perfect lupine mating posture. It came instinctively, somehow, despite me still being only human.

Just as I expected him to mount me, bracing for his weight, I felt something hot and wet across my sphincter instead. I let out a whimper. Of course, he probably wasn't doing it to please me, but simply lubricating my passage for an easier mounting. That didn't change the fact that it felt strangely wonderful. My partner had never done it, and I was suddenly aware of just how many nerves the hole itself has. He did with a hunger too, a passion, sticking his tongue into me, and I moaned at the sensation. It wasn't strictly erotic, but rather both arousing and bewildering, as if my body didn't know how to react. I could feel his saliva rolling down of my balls and thighs.

No sooner than I had gotten used to the sensation did it stop. Second after, I felt the wolf's weight on top of me. Thankfully, he used his arms to hold himself up for the most part, because he must've weighed at least three times what I did.

With both of us in our natural mating position, his cock naturally poked into my exposed rear. I realized that this was my last chance to fight this. Nothing good would come of it, but at least I could look myself in the eyes and say I tried.

I told myself that, but did nothing as he grinded his hips into me, trying to nudge his cock into my sphincter. He let out a frustrated growl; maybe most victims didn't agree to be mated, and he wasn't used to human asses. Possibly. It made me feel even more guilty over how hard I was over the whole thing. At this point I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it, but it didn't make it any less shameful to lay there and get rutted.

Finally, he got himself angled correctly, and the pointed tip of his wonderful maleness slipped into me. I gasped, he growled. He was so very hot compared to a human. I know I expressed it before, but feeling that part of his body enter me is what really made me realize it. I felt some twisted pride at how swollen he was; all that arousal was for me, after all. It was my body that was inflaming his instincts, driving him to mate and breed me with his infectious seed.

Well, perhaps it wasn't only that, but nonetheless, as his thick lupine shaft was hammered deeper into me an inch at a time, I didn't care. Unholy union as it was, it felt divine. Like I had a hot bar of iron in my belly that only burnt with arousal.

"Rghh, it's finally time you join us," Stephen growled. "Let's see how long until you beg me to turn you into a wolf".

I already felt warm, wet heat spread inside me. He was twitching, probably filling me up with precum. With how much of it I'd already swallowed I didn't understand how it was even possible, but then again, being a werewolf wasn't possible either.

He started thrusting, gyrating his hips as he did so, slowly. Not like what you'd expect from an animal, not yet. With every thrust I felt something bump into my ass, that swelling at the base of his cock. I hadn't figured out what it was for when I was sucking him, but now it was easy to work out. Somehow, he'd have to jam that knot into me and then he'd be stuck so I couldn't escape while he bred me. Designed for mating with females, but for a werewolf it'd serve two purposes, preventing any chance of not becoming a wolf yourself once it was inside you.

I knew it'd hurt. Hopefully the transformation I was about to suffer would soothe it. Yet I found myself grinding my hips back against that fat knot, meeting his thrusts. I was already stretched to the limit, but the intense pleasure every time his hot rod rubbed into all the right spots inside me distracted me from any pain so far. I felt his heavy, fuzzy testicles bump into mine each time he slid back inside my willing body, and while the sensation was erotic, the reminder that I was about to get filled with their contents, a werewolf's infectious seed, was even more so. I realized that it'd flood me the second he stuffed that swollen knot through my sphincter.

His thrusts were getting faster now as he used my body for his pleasure. He kept nibbling on my neck, still not piercing the skin, and wrapped one of his muscular arms around my chest again to get more leverage as he rutted into me. I could feel my own cock twitching, begging for my attention, but I also didn't want to cum yet. I realized that if the arousal went away I'd probably be horrified at what was happening.

"Not long now, rhh- little bitch..." Stephen growled. Now he was fucking me at the speed you'd expect, with me being stretched enough by the constant hammering of his knot to not mind it. My whole body was covered in sweat. I heard him growl in frustration atop of me, not being able to squeeze his knot through my battered but still tight hole. I could feel him shaking in anticipation, his balls tightened up as far as they'd go, primed to flood my guts with his cum, but it seemed like he couldn't quite get there without a tie.

Reconsidering his approach, he reached for my cock and began stroking it, drawing a surprised moan from me. I realized that if he made me cum first, my hole would probably dilate enough to accept his knot before contracting around it again, which was sure to send him over the edge.

Sure enough, I tried resisting, but the way he was pushing against my prostate already had me teetering on the edge of climax, and when his warm, rough paw touched my aching maleness I almost came immediately; when he began rubbing it, I did. Everything happened in quick succession; I orgasmed in what'd be my last time as a human; my ass relaxed, his knot slipped in, and then my sphincter clenched down around him, making doubly sure he couldn't withdraw. The wolf howled triumphantly, possessively on top of me, and I felt his cock jump inside me, with a feeling of intense heat following it. He bit down on my shoulder out of pure instinct, but it didn't hurt, I was still writhing underneath him as my cock twitched, rope after rope of cum splattering onto the cold floor. It was wonderful, I felt every spasm of his muscles just as he felt every contraction of mine, his cock spewing his thick werewolf seed into me and my body begging for it, milking him for it, uncaring of any consequences. For that brief moment, everything was wonderful.

I felt the first changes before Stephen even finished filling me. A strange tickling sensation spread from where he had bitten me. The flesh knit itself back together, and I could imagine fur similar to my alpha's glorious pelt spreading across my back. Similarly, a different set of changes began inside me, now that he'd passed on his curse to me. I could sense a shift in consciousness, first; colors began to grow duller, but my perception sharpened. Every sound became louder, every scent more intense, and I knew it'd only get stronger when the physical changes happened.

When the tickling sensation reached my rear where me and my alpha were connected, he jumped off my back, as if to give me space, although he was still tied to me, and we ended up standing on all fours with our asses pressed together. I felt a sting as a new limb erupted from my tailbone, and immediately its nerves were in perfect harmony with my old ones. It begun wagging before even being fully grown, with very little input from my conscious mind, although I wasn't sure if it was with happiness or excitement.

That sensation spread across the front of my body now, and looking down I could indeed see fur bursting forth through my skin, the same colour as Stephen's. I felt my spine lengthen with painless but unpleasant cracks, and then soon after, my limbs did the same. Each one buckled for a brief moment as joints changed, bones thickened and lengthened, and my heels lifted, strangely, into a digitigrade position, leaving me standing on what felt like my toes. It'd take some time getting used to this.

I saw my nails darken and turn into sharp, long claws, and the paroxysms of my transformation made them scratch the concrete, which they did effortlessly, leaving deep marks in the already cracked stone. For a moment, I was worried about my alpha; would he be hurt by what was happening to me, tied as he was with his maleness still buried deep inside me?

I didn't have time to dwell on it as my head began to change. As painless as the rest of the process had been, I cannot lie, feeling my skull reform was impossibly unpleasant. My mind felt like it exploded, repeatedly, like the twitch at the edge of sleep, or cracking your head on the ground in a fall. My sinuses burned as my nose lengthened into a muzzle, occupying much of my vision. The greens and reds of the world had disappeared, but what remained had gotten sharper and brighter, the dim lighting now seeming like full daylight. Then, a whole new world opened; as a wet, black nose gradually appeared where my human one had been, I could smell everything. Most obviously, the true depth of the masculine musk of my alpha, which made my knees feel weak, but also the intense smell of sex, and even the scent of my own arousal, which was becoming more wolflike by the second. It was as if I'd been blind for all my life; I sensed the other activists nearby, feeling their scent-trails in the air. I smelled rats that'd made this building their home. Right then, I felt nothing but intense gratefulness towards my alpha for opening my mind like this.

The last part to change was my crotch. My foreskin felt like it retreated to the base of my cock, growing fuzzier and larger, leaving my cock out in the open to redden and grow into a canine one, pointed and bright red. The transformation seemed to squeeze out the last of my human cum, which dripped to the concrete floor, wasted and unwanted. From now on I'd father only werewolves, if anything at all.

The door was opened again, and Emily stepped in with zero regard for the fact that we were still tied and effectively standing in a pool of semen. She looked the same as she had, with the black pants and hoodie, but this time I could smell her, too. She was a human, not one of us, at least not yet.

"You guys all done? Great!" she exclaimed, walking up to me and petting my head. "You turned out great. Whoooo's a good little wolf?"

While scratching behind my ear - which both infuriated me but also made me want to lean into her hand, she continued. "So, now that we're sure you can't go back to your former masters, since they'd kill you on sight, we'd like to go into more detail on who exactly they are."

She paused. "Assuming, of course, that you're ready to listen..." she wondered aloud, looking at my undoubtedly blissed out expression. I weakly nodded. In for a penny, in for a pound.

What she told me is the second truth I want to share in this recollection. I've told you_what_ the werewolves really do and how the curse is spread, but they do it for good reason. Next, I'll tell you about why.