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It was a dark, cold night, the sky partially overcast as Samuel walked through the park. The neighborhood was safe enough, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched or followed. Maybe it was because it was a full moon, or he was just being paranoid. He wanted to believe it was the latter, but he couldn't shake the feeling, even as he stayed on the brightly lit path. The recent reports on the news and in social media about wolves running wild didn't help much.

Still, he was too deep into the park's forest to do anything about it. Turning back now would just take longer to get to relative safety, and when he'd seen nothing of any real concern it was silly to contemplate it. So he kept pushing forward, trying to ignore the sounds of nature swirling around him, but being unable to resist flinching when he heard the snap of a branch or the rustling of leaves. He was sure it was in his mind, it had to-

Crunch, went leaves on his left, maybe a dozen meters away, making a freezing chill roll through his body. His head snapped towards the sound, body perfectly still as he tried to focus his senses in the direction of the sound. His backpack on one shoulder, he slowly slipped the other strap on, tightening the straps so it wouldn't bounce too much if he were to start running.

He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to fight off someone or something. He was a weak and slow person, muscles stringy, barely enough stamina to run for a few blocks at top speed. He'd be easy prey for a mugger or killer, easier prey for a wild animal. He was regretting taking this shortcut more and more by the second. It wasn't worth the dollar he'd have had to pay to take the bus the same route.

A gentle rustle of leaves, the sudden glint of yellow eyes gleaming at him in the darkness. The eyes were low to the ground, likely too low for a man or woman, but also too tall for a wolf or a dog. Or maybe it was a wolf, a big one, he hadn't ever seen a real wolf up close, they could be bigger than he thought. His mind raced as fast as his heart was running, trying to think of something to do.

Samuel's hand reached slowly into his pocket, finding the brick of his phone, eyes glancing down briefly as he pulled it free. Practiced fingers tapped at the screen, turning on its dim display and finding the application for his music. He turned up the volume and loaded up a playlist, the sudden roar of rock exploding from the small speakers, his arm snapping it at the wolf.

He hoped it might scare off the creature, immediately bolting off down the path to put distance between the two of them. But he was wrong, he could hear the sudden shuffling of paws running through fallen leaves, his cellphone getting quieter the further he ran, the sound of the paws rapidly approaching him. He feared death, arms working fast to remove the backpack, tossing it back at the animal drawing closer. It didn't even slow for a stride as the backpack hit the creature and bounced off it.

Samuel had never run so fast in his life, but it wasn't enough, the sudden howl of the wolf as it lunged through the air and knocked him to the ground. He grunted, tumbling to a skidding halt, the sudden sting of open wounds appearing in scrapes on his arms and knees, though they seemed little in comparison to what was likely to come his way.

His head rapidly pivoted, in his haste not realizing he had run off the path into the woods, his eyes struggling to adjust to the lack of light. Gradually he came to realize that it wasn't one wolf that had been chasing him, but a whole pack, at least six of them circling around him, with a seventh sitting still, watching him intently. He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to consider his options, if he had any.

“Please don't hurt me, I'm... I'm just skin and bones," he said, voice cracking in his fear. He knew it was likely useless, but he saw no other choice. “Let me go, please."

The still wolf turned its head, looking to its pack, all growling in response, almost as if they were communicating. The wolf looked back and stood up on all fours, then on two legs. The creature was nearly eight feet tall, easily four feet wide, body almost human in its bipedal configuration, walking closer slowly towards him with purpose. A werewolf, clear as the full moon hanging in the sky.

“Who said anything about hurting you?" the creature said, it's voice deep and sure as it walked closer.

The more Samuel's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, the more he was certain it was male, particularly given the clear shape of the watermelon sized balls hanging between his legs. It leaned down, resting one hand behind Samuel as his muzzle game close to Samuel's human nose. The wolf sniffed at his cheek, then down at his shoulder, the wolf's own scent filling Samuel's nostrils, an earthy, almost bitter musk wafting off the wolf.

The wolf chuffed and drew his head back, eyes matching Samuel's. “No, we don't eat humans. We add them to our pack. Although..." A light growl rose in his throat as his eyes scanned over Samuel's body. “You're scrawnier than most of our new recruits. Too weak and slow to be in our pack." He paused then licked the front of his teeth. “We have been needing a bitch in our pack though."

Samuel's eyes widened, swiftly glancing down at his body then back up. Granted, he wasn't the most masculine of men, and his hair was a little long, but he was no woman, and he wasn't gay either. Yet the wolf looked on him with great lust, the smell coming off the creature growing more dense, his pack growling in approval as they grew closer. He shook his head and pushed away from the large wolf.

“Well, I'm no bitch, so you're going to keep needing one, aren't you? Look, let me go and I won't tell anyone about you guys. I promise," he said, trying to scramble back from the wolf, only to find himself bumping back into one. It grabbed at his shoulder, and pinned him to the ground, the other wolves moving in closer. “No, please! Don't, I can't-"

The leader pressed his hand into Samuel's chest, pressing him down into the dirt. Muscles flexed on the paw, claws beginning to dig into his shirt. The wolf tugged his hand back, tearing the shirt away and leaving small scratches on Samuel's chest. Narrow lines of blood grew on his skin, stinging gently from the simple touch of air on the fresh wound, the wolf's breathing over his chest and head only added to the twinge of pain.

The others worked to tear off the remainder of the clothes, claws leaving nicks all over his olive skin as they stripped him completely nude. The leader lifted his chin with a surprisingly delicate touch, drawing his muzzle close to Samuel's face, lips parting enough to show off his teeth before he opened his maw. For a brief moment Samuel closed his eyes and feared death, before feeling the warmth and wetness of a tongue licking at his fresh wounds.

The pain rapidly subsided, more tongues joining to clean the cuts left not only by their claws and teeth, but by the tumble in the dirt. Each gentle lap at his skin was oddly soothing, any aches fading as the wounds were cleaned by the tongue bath. Yet the fear of being killed still remained, sharp teeth so close to delicate arteries, each mouth capable of tearing off his limbs with little effort. As such, he kept his eyes closed and didn't notice the open wounds closing, leaving behind no scars, just perfect unmarred flesh.

The flesh wasn't pristine for long though, an aching itch beginning to cover his body as small pin-pricks of needles started to rise from his skin. His back arched and he groaned slightly, bones creaking and snapping as his body began to grow and reform. Samuel's human utterances grew more feral as his neck grew longer, more suited for four-legged motion, a slender lupine muzzle extending from his face, a tail pushing out from the very end of his spine, arching upward into a fitting crescent shape.

The wolves all held him, save for the leader as his body changed, arms and legs pitching from side to side as he tried freeing himself, feet and hands stretching out into digitigrade paws, tipped with sharp claws. The leader watched in silent amusement, his sheath growing plump then opening to let his manhood rise out, claws scratching through the dirt as his new bitch took shape.

Worse still, the scent of his bitter, almost sharply earthy musk grew more potent to Samuel's sharpening senses, the scent of the other wolves only adding to the smells filling his finely tuned nostrils. Even his own scent was clearly lupine, but different in comparison to the others. It had none of the harsh tones that they did, instead almost floral and light in its notes. It reminded him, in some ways, of perfume, only without the stinging chemicals they were made of. A natural, feminine scent that seemed to excite the wolves.

As the pain of the transformation ebbed away, the wolves pulled back, letting Samuel writhe in the dirt on the ground, whining softly as bones reformed and knitted together in new configurations. Free, of both the wolves and his pain, he swiftly curled up into a ball, hiding his face underneath the soft fluff of his new tail. He swiftly took stock of his new body, arms, legs, paws, sharp canid ears and teeth, and, perhaps most importantly, his still intact manhood. Granted, it seemed slightly smaller than he expected it to be, balls too a size less than he was used to, but they were still there.

He relaxed slightly, but kept curled up, cowering from the other wolves, his new finely honed senses making him keenly aware of what each one was doing at that moment, without him having to see them. He could hear the ground shifting underneath their paws, each breath they took, the swift drum beat of their hearts, even their lecherous panting at the sight of the bashful 'bitch' they'd added to their pack.

But no, Samuel wasn't a bitch, he had to remind himself of that. He was a wolf, just as much as any one of them. The knowledge filled him with strength, his body stretching out of it's ball to stand up, uneasily, on all fours. He bore his teeth, head sunken lower as he gave his best growl, the sound coming naturally, but nowhere near as threatening as it was from the other wolves. More puppy than wolf, but still, he tried his best to make it clear he wasn't going down without a fight.

It would be a futile fight, however, still tiny in comparison to the leader of the pack, the massive beast padding over towards him on all fours. He was shorter now that he wasn't on two legs, but he felt even bigger now than he had standing up, walking up towards Samuel's face. The leader took in a deep breath through his nostrils, then exhaled sharply, the gust of air making Samuel's ears pin and his body recoil slightly.

“You think you can stop us, even now?" the wolf asked with a rumbling growl. He lifted a paw and stomped it down just before Samuel's forward most paw. “Bitch, you're ours now, and you might not appreciate that yet, but we're going to make you know where you stand in our hierarchy."

Samuel's body shook, the threat somehow more serious now than it had been when he was human. His muzzle opened to speak, but his new lips and tongue were unfamiliar to him, and the words only came out as incoherent whines. The leader smirked and walk around behind Samuel, nose coming to nudge underneath his tail. Samuel let out a fearful yip, yet his tail lifted all the same, flagging off to one side as the larger wolf positioned himself behind Samuel.

“Your mouth needs to be retrained, we'll help you with that. Not that you need to talk now anyways. We have better uses for that mouth. But first, we need to finish making you our bitch," the wolf said, his breath hot on Samuel's rear.

Samuel began turning his head to look back, only to bark out at the sudden sensation of wetness pressing at his tailhole. He whined and tried to pull away, the touch of the wolf's tongue uncomfortably familiar to Samuel, yet the wolf lifted a paw and pressed it down onto Samuel's back. He let out a feeble bark as he was pinned down, hind legs shifting awkwardly as the wetness of the broad tongue lapped at his virginal opening.

Sharp, keening whines rose from Samuel's throat as the pack's leader lapped at his asshole. Slowly and methodically, he soon began applying pressure to push the tongue deeper, the warmth of his saliva making Samuel's walls tingle gently as the wet muscle probed into the untested opening. Samuel tried resisting, trying to push out the wolf's tongue, but each lap into his walls only made him feel weaker.

To make matters worse, he started enjoying it. Any pain he might have experienced, faded to mere discomfort, then ebbed away swifter to relaxing pleasure. The wolf's tongue probed and prodded at the walls with precision and care, even finding Samuel's prostate, making the smaller wolf whimper and squirm. He could feel his cock hardening, starting to slip from his sheath as his body gave into the pleasures, muscles relaxing beneath the wolf's large paw, growing so at ease he barely noticed that he was no longer pinned underneath the larger wolf's superior strength and weight.

However, as much as Samuel was beginning to enjoy the pleasures, the wolf soon pulled his tongue free from Samuel's ass. Licking his chops, he nipped at the base of Samuel's tail, making his flagged tail raise a little higher, hind legs spreading. The wolf chuffed and muttered, “Oh, I think she's ready."

Samuel's ears lifted and pivoted in his curiosity, only to suddenly feel a massive weight press down upon him. He feared he was being pinned again, but he felt the larger wolf's forepaws slide up to the front of his hind legs, manhood hard and dangling before his swollen ball sack. The wolf shifted, poking and proding as he sought purchase in the new member of their pack, pre-cum drooling tip jabbing at Samuel's own, albeit smaller, orbs.

Then the wolf found home, Samuel barking out in surprise as the tip plunged into his ass, stretching him open. He was certain that the head of the cock alone was thick enough that the circumference was broader than his forearm. The wolf's forepaws flexed and he forced himself deeper into Samuel's tight rear, a deep grunt coming from his throat as the yawning wide hole struggled to accommodate the length.

Sharp tugs back were shortly followed up with rough thrusts, Samuel's forepaws gripping into the dirt beneath him, raking up the soil as his colon was being forced open wide as the pack leader grunted and groaned above him. Samuel whined, wincing and clenching his jaw with each pull back and thrust forward as his own cock dripped pre-cum onto the ground.

He wanted to hate it, he desperately wished he did, but it felt so good, so right. Each thrust made his body tremble, the pulsing of the thick shaft causing his prostate to light up with pleasure. There wasn't even any pain despite the sheer size being plunged into his ass, the trickle of pre-cum being leaked into his body only making the sensations more pronounced. He began to rock back, growing eager for more, his peak rapidly approaching as the dominant shaft milked his prostate.

The pack's leader shifted his posture, drawing his muzzle next to Samuel's ear. “Good girl... hmm, enjoy your cock, it won...won't last much longer," the leader boasted before his head pulled back and gripped at the scruff of his neck.

A gentle tug, and Samuel had lifted his head, moaning with each thrust into his ass while the other wolves watched him being violated. He should have been ashamed, but the longer it went on, the more he wanted, their scents making his desire grow. His body felt hot and jittery, a new ache growing inside him, swelling from his stomach. It was a hunger, one that made his mouth water for his new packmates, keen night vision focusing on their swollen shafts. His eyes were focused intently on their cocks, panting heavily as his new alpha pounded his ass.

“I think... ah, she's hungry. Give our new bitch some... hhhrrn, something to suck on," the pack leader growled out between grunts and thrusts.

Samuel's ears perked up, eyes glancing up at the alpha before looking to one of the other members of their pack. Their eyes met, and Samuel could see a smile spreading on his lips. He stood up and stepped closer, head lowering down to Samuel's to lick at his cheek, offering another sly grin before mounting up, presenting the proud rod before Samuel's lips, dripping heavily with pre-cum.

Even with the cock presented right in front of his face, just inches from his lips, all he could think of was the scent, snout pressing up against the heavy orbs and breathing in deep the musk, body clenching with need. His tongue snaked out from his mouth, lapping at the heavy orbs and nuzzling into them as he moaned from each thrust. The wolf murred in appreciation, but drew his hips back, roughly thrusting his length into Samuel's muzzle. He choked, briefly, but his throat was swift to accommodate the length as it plunged towards the back of his throat and filled his esophagus with the wolf's shaft.

Between the two of them, Samuel's body was a wash of pleasure and lust, bouncing back and forth with each thrust into his body. He felt himself growing closer and closer to his peak as the hunger in his gut felt more profound and vacuous. Hoping the alpha would sat the hunger, he kept pushing back, harder and harder, eager to fill the emptiness with an orgasm. Each thrust of the thick shaft into his ass made his prostate alight with pleasure, a gush of pre-cum spilling into the dirt.

However, much to Samuel's ignorance, each stream of pre-cum into the dirt was followed by his cock shrinking. Thrust by thrust his cock and balls grew smaller, drawing up closer to his body and tucking in. Testicles vanished, replaced with plump, canid vulva, while his cock receded back into the folds of his new cunt, hidden between the lips as a swollen, sensitive clit.

Samuel had finally become a true bitch, dripping heavily in a lustful heat, ready to be impregnated as the two studs took her ass and throat. The sweet smell of her pheromones grew heavier in the air, the feminine scent making the other wolves restless and eager to claim their new pack mate. Growls and snaps grew around them as she could feel bulbous knots starting to grow, butting up against her filled openings.

However, before they could tie her, the alpha pulled his cock free, leaving Samuel squirming and clenching around the length in her throat as she sought to whimper for more. The request was swiftly answered, the turgid length plunging back into her body. With one swift strike, the length tore through her hymen and sunk the gradually swelling knot into her newly formed spade.

She came immediately, the girth filling her walls being just what her body needed to achieve release. Her hips bucked and bounced on his cock, the thick girth grinding up against her swollen folds and tender clit as it pounded deep into her, kissing up against her cervix with one swift strike. Her entire body shuddered as honey dripped from her plump folds, bliss flooding her mind with a pleasure unlike any other she'd had experienced in her life.

The alpha kept thrusting as his knot swelled within her, pressing more roughly against her clit as its growing girth locked itself in her, his balls clapping against her ass and thighs. Each pound of his knot into her made her body tremble, throat clenching around the shaft still buried in her gullet. The smaller wolf bucked, trying to find purchase in her mouth for his knot, but failing as the pair approached their own peak, knots swelling as large as they could get.

The smaller wolf came first, his balls tightening and hips driving in as far as he could sink his manhood. The musky girth of his knot pressed right up against Samuel's snout, his balls tightening as the bulb pulsed against her nose. He came right down her throat, filling her stomach with his hot load. The warmth spilling into her belly made her raised tail wag from side to side, each throb making her gut stuffed with his seed.

He pulled back, drawing the tip of his cock over her tongue, bathing it with his salty and bitter tasting cum. The slimy texture coated her slick taste buds, it's taste sharp but oddly enticing. She eagerly drank down every drop fed to her, tongue pressed into the head to continue to enjoy it's strange flavor. The wolf murred and wagged his tail in approval, feeding her a few more jets of cum before sliding it free from her maw, fresh streams painting her head with his rich scent. She closed her eyes and pinned her ears back, it's scent marking her with his smell and matting her fur with his vile essence.

The alpha growled in response, snapping at the smaller wolf, making him recoil and slink away. He chuffed and lowered his head down to her neck, giving her another nip on the scruff to pull her up higher. “Don't you dare think you're his bitch. He might have marked you, but I'm the alpha, and you're... Mine," he growled into her ear, giving one last thrust into her fertile depths. His jaw gripped at the back of her neck once more as his balls tightened and his deeply hilted shaft began to spill it's delivery into the waiting depths of her womb.

Samuel's body shuddered, hips rocking against his knot as she felt him fill her, the heat of his own load much hotter and thicker than that of the wolf who'd just filled her throat and maw. She could feel each heavy stream flood her womb, painting her walls with his cum. He rapidly filled her uterus to its brim, the extra flowing back out towards her opening, only to be stopped by the knot acting as a dam. She whined, walls clenching and massaging over his cock as she came again, her new womanly nethers stretching and bulging out her stomach as it accommodated his large load.

The grip of his teeth on the back of her neck eased and he gave her cheek a gentle lick. He kept his forepaws firm on her thighs, ensuring the knot was firmly sunk into her, but his actions and muscles relaxed as his churning orbs planted his seed into her. After several long minutes the silence of the night was broken. “That wasn't so bad... was it?" he asked, breath heavy, panting alongside Samuel. He nosed at her cheek. “What's your name bitch?"

Samuel's ears pinned back, mind foggy, forgetting her name for a second before recalling it. Yet responding was a challenge, muzzle opening only to let out mumbled growls and howls. She whined and lowered her head, afraid of disappointing her new alpha with such a weak response.

The pack leader smirked and gave her cheek another nuzzle. “Just relax, focus on the sounds first... My name is Jasper."

She swallowed and licked at her chops, the taste of cum still heavy in her mouth, it's smell making her strangely hungry for more. “Sam... you... el," she finally said, voice much higher pitched than it had been before.

The pack looked to one another as Jasper licked her cheek in response. “That's no bitch's name!" one of the other wolves called out.

“Yeah, I ain't calling her that," a second wolf shouted

“Sammie! That's a better name," responded a third.

Samuel looked up at the wolves surrounding her and the alpha, face growing warm underneath her fur at the thought of still being tied to Jasper in front of them. She opened her mouth to reject the name, only for the alpha to utter in her ear, “Sammie, that does sound like the name of a good bitch. You want to be a good bitch, don't you? For your alpha?" he asked her quietly.

A shiver went up her spine, fur bristling at his words, a strong desire to please him filling her mind. She nodded and slowly said, “Yes... sir. Sam...mie."

Another lick on the cheek, her tail wagging against his side at the silent praise. “Good girl," he whispered into her ear, drawing back from her. “Now relax, otherwise this might hurt..." He shifted on her back, tugging at his knot, still swollen but somewhat shrunk.

She whined out, teeth bore as the knot spread her open. Her hips bounced out of instinct, knot still throbbing as it worked its way past her clit, teasing its sensitive flesh with each flutter against her pearl. Her walls gave a quick clench around his cock, making him growl, but she clenched her jaw, trying to focus her muscles, relaxing open her silken walls and stopping her rear's motions. She shifted slightly, but the girth of the knot was still slowly sliding out, teasing her with it's wide thickness, no longer hindered by her clenching walls.

It slid free with a loud, wet pop, a sharp bark escaping her muzzle at the sudden give pulling free from her, the rest of his cock following with little more than a trickle of his cum escaping her sodden spade. He pulled himself off her back and padded around front, standing on his hind legs to bring his cock to her muzzle. “Lick it clean for your alpha," he commanded her in a proud, deep tone.

She looked up but brought her muzzle towards it's tip, the smell of her heat and arousal still fresh and clinging to his rod, much less potent than his own heavy scent. She licked along the length, cleaning both fluids from it, relishing in the taste of his manhood on her tongue and the smell of his virile essence, growing used to and enjoying ever second of it. She lost herself in the act, soon taking the cock into her muzzle as she had the other wolf's. Jasper groaned, but soon pressed his forepaws into the back of her head, shoving his length deep into her throat.

For a moment Sammie's heart raced, excited at the thought of getting to taste her alpha's cum like she'd tasted the smaller wolf's, only to feel a different rush flow into her. It wasn't as thick as cum, the flow of it much faster and more steady, it's bitterness different, less appetizing. She pulled back, the taste covering her tongue and filling her maw before it covered her face. Jasper sighed as he continued to empty his bladder, covering her head and snout. She whined, head turned away, but not pulling back any further as she was marked for a second time, his urine soaking her fur and washing clean the other wolf's cum.

Once he was done he strode back and sat down, drawing his muzzle close to her own. “Don't forget who you belong to. Me, no one else. They can take you like the bitch you are, but you are mine, now, and forever, even when the moon has waned. Am I understood?" Jasper said, in a deep growl.

Urine still dripping from her head, Sammie slowly nodded. “Yes sir," she uttered meekly.

“Good," he responded, then stood up on his hind legs. “We meet here again in one month, keep in touch, let me know if anything arises, and remember our new member's smell, keep track of her during the day if you can." He looked down, cock still hard, but gradually shrinking into his sheathe. “Don't try to contact us, we'll contact you, soon." He let out a howl, the other wolves joining in.

Sammie looked around, uncertain, before joining in herself, their calls echoing into the dark of the night before the pack split up. She looked for a place to rest over the night alone, stomach still heavy with her pack mates' cum, womb carrying a new passenger that would soon grow into a new member of the pack.