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To be surrounded on both sides by such close friends was a weird place to feel lonely, but there was still something hollow tugging at Kayla's heartstrings as she kept her eyes on the front door.

"He's going to come through any second," her lips trembled as she spelled the fate of her own lover. "And he has absolutely no idea what he's in for."

"And the sooner you get over yourself and your little relationship, the sooner you'll find that this isn't all bad, Layla."

Being part of a pack meant playing second fiddle in her own life, but Layla was used to the dynamics of pack mentality by then. She'd gotten used to the loose veil of order that was thrown over the world that she'd become a part of, but she wasn't used to those rules applying to the people who didn't share her particular affliction.

Even if the thought of Dom as a fellow werewolf struck her fancy, she still wasn't entirely sold on the idea of having to make that choice for him.

"You just had to go for him , didn't you?"

"You've got good taste," her alpha complimented. "Just because you had your eyes on him first doesn't mean you get to hog him all to yourself."

Those politics were the biggest issue that Kayla had with her secret. Since being turned, she had to become used to the idea of everything she brought to her own life also being siphoned toward a greater good, and though she was well cared for by the rest of her pack, she wasn't the alpha; she couldn't have anything just to herself...not even Dom.

"I sometimes wonder if you let your greed get the better of you, Heather."

"I'd rather let Dom get the better of me...so do your best not to wear him out too much, hm?"

A tall, stunning drink of blonde tresses and striking pools of blue, Heather was of such a rare beauty that it was no surprise she'd come to be the alpha of the werewolves in Emerald City. Though she was one to let her appetites run wild, she was rarely unfair about her laws and orders, but an alchemic combination of a deity's beauty and a warrior's strength made her not only the least likely person to be crossed in the first place, but the last one you'd ever want to.

For her own part, Layla was still convinced that she could have kept Dom's loyalty to her, in another life. Eyes of such brilliant green that the city could have been named for them gazed to the door as a knock came, and just as she expected, "Emerald City Police; open up!" came from the other side.

"He really thinks you're just gonna let him in? He's silly...I like him already," Luna snickered as she stood by Layla's side, already transformed into the thick, powerful body that was fitting of a pack enforcer. "Is he really as cute as you've been letting on?"

Getting a firm nudge in the side from her close companion, Layla rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing what she'd have to do next as the officer easily kicked the front door of the formerly abandoned house to the ground. "You tell me, Luna. You're gonna have plenty of time to look him over."

Splintered wood flying forward would have been enough to send most people into a panic, but Layla and Luna stood and watched without fear; they didn't even flinch at the presence of the rugged police officer.

"Nobody mooooo...what? Layla?" Dom was aiming straight ahead, pistol at the ready, but his finger immediately slipped from the trigger when he saw who would have been on the other end of a bullet. " You made the noise complaint?"

There were a host of other questions resting on the back of his tongue, like why she'd have been in an abandoned house in the first place, or why she'd make a call for a residence that was nowhere near her apartment.

Those were easily superseded, however, by the pair of werewolves that were flanking his girlfriend and staring him down like he was the first model to come out on their own private catwalk.

"Means to an end, love," Layla claimed. "I really hated deceiving you like that, but it was the only way to make sure that you'd come while you were on shift."

"Bet she's made him cum while on shift before," Luna teased, drawing a snicker from her partner.

As Layla flushed in the middle, Dom hesitantly lowered his pistol, sensing he wasn't in any immediate danger. "This kind of thing is completely unacceptable, Layla!" Dom had trouble scolding her when she was literally surrounded by monsters, but he tried to keep a stern tone in his voice as he inspected the mostly empty living room of the deserted house. "Where...where did those creatures come from, and what are you all doing here? This is highly illegal!"

While her partners made little quips about Dom being too straight laced for his own good, Layla took a quick step forward, creating just enough distance between them to retain Dom's trust. "I know it is, Dom...I also know that you're smart enough that I don't need to explain myself twice."

"So it was the only way to get me out here; were you being attacked? Why do I need to be here right now?"

It was clear enough that Layla was in no danger, either, but Dom didn't know even half the situation, much less the entirety of it.

Layla's grin wasn't comforting in the least, especially when it grew inhumanly wide across her cheek. "Because my alpha has deemed it so, my darling. I'd really prefer if you just came with me to the back willingly so that you can meet her, but I've been given orders to take you by force, if necessary."

Standing taller and thicker than his girlfriend, Dom scoffed at the idea of her ability to physically force him to do anything, but her growing smirk and suddenly massive fangs left the color running from his face. "Your alpha? What does that even mean?!"

He could have guessed before she replied, but some part of him wondered if delaying the inevitable would be enough to prevent it, as her clothes began to stretch and bulge around a growing coat of fur.

"It means that I'm not the only one who has my eyes on you...and what belongs to me belongs to my alpha, as well."

"Layla, I'm not sure what you've gotten yourself into, but...p-please, just come with me and we'll get you some help. I'll get you a hospital andandand..." he began trailing off as her blouse erupted in a flurry of tattered fabric, her torso growing thicker and fuller, while retaining some of the feminine curve that made her so appealing to him. Her brassier shredded away from her growing breasts, and just as he reached the middle of the room in a slow backpedal, a tail burst through the seat of her pants, flickering about with canine excitement and lustful aggression.

There was nowhere for the officer to run as the still transforming Layla pounced forward like a ravenous beast and tackled him to the ground effortlessly. He couldn't help a panicked scream as the guards who flanked her immediately dove forth with her and went for his uniform, but it only took a couple rips through the sleeves of his shirt to realize that they weren't trying to consume him...at least, not without removing all of his pesky clothing.

Are they really going to eat me? He wondered, unable to find the resolve to go for his gun as his belt was torn asunder and pushed away. That has to be their game...this is weird...too fucking weird to be real!

"There's no hospital in the world that can help me from being who I am," Layla whispered, her voice growing thick and hoarse with the effort of her transformation. "But you shouldn't be afraid, my darling. This is simply what needs to be done..."

"Y-You don't need t-to eat me," Dom was frustrated with himself for losing the battle with his nerves, but piercing, yellow eyes and dagger-like fangs were drawing closer and closer to his flesh with each pass, as his bulletproof vest was pulled away and his radio was smashed, denying him the chance to call for backup. "You're better than that, Layla!"

The girls all paused and shared a glance, before giggling atop Dom and leaving his island of fear stranded in the middle of an ocean of confusion. "Dom, we're not going to eat you. We can all run out for a burger after this or something," Layla explained to him, even as the last of her fair, delicate skin was lost under a wave of thick, smooth fur. "I am going to bite you on the ear, just like I know you like, however..."

To speak so flippantly about their sex life in front of strangers, Dom had to wonder how well he knew the girl that he once thought of as fairly timid and reserved. Layla had her own wild side, and when she was comfortable, you'd never be able to silence her as she went on about her interests...but Dom never imagined that she would be so bold.

She was surprised at his reaction, as well, when she felt a familiar pressure growing between her legs and pressing against the bulging seam of her jeans. "We can't...we can't do that right now, Layla! I need to know what's wrong with you, first! I need to get you checked!"

"There's nothing wrong with me, Dom. I wish you'd learn to trust me more," Layla murmured, giving a quick glance to her companions as they gripped Dom by the wrists and slammed his arms down to the floor; he wasn't going to escape anytime soon. "It's cute that you're so shy about being converted in front of my friends, but this is hardly the naughtiest thing you and I have fantasized about...besides, I can feel that you're not opposed to the idea."

A slow, playful roll of her hips offered warmth to the tip of Dom's growing member that was greater than anything he'd ever felt from her before, even with two barriers of clothing still left in the way. Her own began to tear as the last of her thick, powerful muscles stretched her skin to the limit and burst away the buckle on her belt, but she'd still need to get his pants off of him, through one means or another.

Sensuality told her that it would be delightful to slide down the length of his thighs, settle on his knees and ease his pants down inch by inch, allowing his cock to stand free and throb for her amusement while she teased her way back up to it.

The urgency of an alpha in the other room told her that such an encounter would have to wait, if she'd ever get to experience such a thing with Dom ever again.

"That's _hardly_fair," Dom tried to protest, but the fear was slowly easing from his voice as he felt Layla rest a transformed paw upon his waistline. Demonstrating her new, impressive strength, she tore his belt clean off, breaking the leather apart and holding the slack of it in her paw as a fresh throb shifted his covered manhood around. "How am I supposed to keep from getting stiff when y-you're riding me like that?"

The last words were whispered, and a chorus of giggles surrounded Dom as the enforcers kept him pinned. "There's no use whispering, honey. They both know exactly what we're about to do, and even if you're reduced to a whimper...they'll hear every detail of your pleasure," Layla reminded him, her own ears flickering atop her head as they settled back into place. "Be as loud or as quiet as you want, but nothing you do is going to stop me from taking that cock and riding it like a proper alpha..."

Dom knew so little of the culture of real wolves that he was hopelessly lost on the workings of werewolves, especially given his lack of belief in them until literal moments before. Everything was moving a bit too fast for him to process, short of accepting that his girlfriend was still drop dead gorgeous with a coat of fur covering most of her body...but Layla didn't have the luxury of slowing down just yet.

Her eyes spelled emotions that a muzzled expression couldn't confer, and in the depths of them, Dom could see the faintest gleam of regret as she leaned forward and bit him on the bare flesh of his shoulder, her fangs sinking just deep enough to break the skin. Tiny stream of blood trickled down over her teeth as she held still, but she couldn't bring herself to change him without pleasure to mitigate the pain.

Just as Dom winced in agony and tried to stifle a cry of pain, he felt a cold rush as the fabric of his work pants was yanked down forcefully. His length was pulsing and upright the moment it was freed, and a dripping, heated pair of folds settled around it as Layla guided him into her womanhood by feel alone.

"There's no going back now, big guy. I hope you're ready."

Being forced to accept more than anyone possibly could in such a short amount of time, Dom's thick, powerful arms tensed, veins rising to the surface as he tried to wrap them around Layla's back, needing something to cling to. Pleasure and pain fought for the full grasp of his attention as the werewolf in his lap sunk lower and lower on his shaft until she reached the base, her juices spilling down in plentiful volume onto the tender flesh of his sack.

In the end, pleasure won out, thanks in part to her fangs releasing, and her long, flat, canine tongue rolling over the wound in slow, affectionate laps.

"How c-could I possibly be ready for this?" Dom was left breathless as inner muscles clenched and worked around his cock with a level of skill that Layla never demonstrated before; combined with a heat and warmth that a purely human passage couldn't hope to achieve, Dom was shocked he didn't empty his seed into her with just a single thrust. "This is all so much to take, Layla-

"Tell me about it," she interrupted him with a playful tease, her body tensing up on his plentiful flesh.

"You know what I meant," he tried to groan with frustration, but building pleasure simply wouldn't allow it, as soft, smooth fur brushed against the side of his face in the form of Layla's affectionate nuzzle. "Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

It was a heavy conversation to have in the middle of a romp, but Layla didn't slow herself. As her vaginal passage adjusted to his welcome presence, she rested her palms flat against his bare chest and sat upright on his tool, determined to take his best efforts before Heather had a shot at him.

"Didn't have to," she replied, her breath growing short as she began to bounce with a gentle pace at first, but her fervor was quick to build. "Tonight, I didn't h-have a choice."

There were greater politics at work than Dom could appreciate, but his curiosities were fading as bliss continued to grow across the whole of his body, save for his shoulder; there was a terrible itch developing there, instead.

No matter how he tried to ignore it, he couldn't forget that Layla bit him there first, though she'd been nibbling at the base of his ear lobe before she sat up. "Would you have hidden this from me forever?" he asked, but as they progressed, it became harder to speak without his voice fading into desperate, resilient moans.

He wanted to last for her, but in her transformed state, Layla was a goddess of lust, exacting her will upon the hopeless mortal that he was.

"Guess that means I d-don't get a choice either," Dom gave a grunt of frustration, but the sound was nigh impossible to keep when anything that followed would be a delighted moan. He wasn't sure what protocol he should follow; if he was supposed to admire the enforcers with the same appreciation that he showed to the paralyzing stare of his darling Layla, or if he was supposed to stay and be used as the living sex toy that he was, there was no way of knowing, and Layla was being cryptic about everything as the itch on his shoulder became unbearable. "Do I?"

"By the look of it, n-no," Layla trembled as she watched thick, warm fur emerging from the site of his wound. "You don't."

Dom was the first person that Layla had ever been forced to turn, and some small part of her wondered and worried that she wouldn't be able to do it. Taking the choice out of his hands in the first place didn't feel right, but somehow, she didn't know if her abilities would take, as if there was some part of her lupine traits that didn't measure up to the task.

To see long, mingled tufts of gray, tan and white springing up across his torso, and a shift in the pits of his eyes when she could capture their gaze, Layla was struck with a sense of pride that she wasn't expecting.

Everything in the pack belonged to Heather, as the alpha...but Dom was still her lover, and in a way, her creation.

She worried about just how difficult it would be to navigate those emotions later on, as lust took her mind back to the subject at hand. The same thing was starting to get to Dom as his already toned, powerful arms began thickening at the lines of his obvious muscles, but that strength was hidden by the slow spread of peach fuzz fur across his skin, enveloping him with a warmth that he didn't yet realize.

Layla was simply _too_amazing to see past. "Whatever t-that means," he didn't bother trying to figure out her words just then, focused entirely on her actions. Her breasts still had the same delicate, bouncing sway that they did every other time she'd ridden his cock before, and though it was larger and fuller, her body was still her own, with his mind treating her new coat of fur like it was nothing more than a sensual piece of lingerie, adding a flair to their usual bedroom routine.

He even _welcomed_the piercing touch of her claws as they raked down his chest, drawing dark, scarlet lines on his flesh before they were swallowed up by new streaks of fur; even then, he didn't notice, as he panted rapidly and gazed up at her with desperation in his stare, as if to plead with her for mercy from a pleasure that he couldn't handle any longer.

Leaning closer to him once more and licking his cheek as it expanded toward her, his face growing into the shape of a muzzle despite his ignorance...she outright denied that visual request, as her back arched and her hips slammed onto his lap, pounding his rump and his thighs into the tired floorboards with such force that Dom worried they might end up in the basement.

"You'll see," was her hurried whisper, though it quickly turned to a panting, gasping cry as her inner walls fluttered with inhuman speed around his length, treating to such a blissful ride that Dom knew resisting her wiles any longer was utterly pointless. "So g-good...you're better than any wolf c-could ever hope to be!" she praised her lover one last time while he was still hers to claim, having grown to love the feel of his member inside of her; she was glad that she'd gotten to know it one last time while it was still human, but already, she could feel the tip narrowing and the base widening as it reflected the rest of the rapid changes taking place on his physique.

The girls charged with keeping Dom still were getting jealous as his hands grew thicker, each digit growing wider and callousing over with a firm, rigid pawpad that would feel simply wonderful against their breasts, if they were lucky enough to ever get a chance with him. In the meantime, they could only straddle his wrists and watch as Layla's folds spread wider and wider around a thick, bulbous lump as it eased up towards her, and finally, as he felt a pressure he didn't understand, Dom was broken from his trance.

"Wh...what is that?!" he started to panic at the very same moment that his body breached the wall of climax, as Layla pushed down forcefully and let out a shrill cry at accepting his knot. Her inner walls stretched to their capacity around a simply _perfect_tie, and deep within her womb, she could feel the delightful heat of his cum spreading and filling her, pushing the limits of what she could handle without a delicious mess spilling back onto the floor. "F...Fuck, Layla...w-what have you done to me? _Nngh..._why c-can't I stop cumming?!"

She was grinning wolfishly, fittingly enough, as she trembled upon his member and leaned forward, brushing her tender, sensitive nipples through his newborn coat of fur. It was still filling in as his tail burst into existence under the uncomfortable weight of his own backside, and immediately, it stuck out straight and puffed, just like the nerve endings inside of his body that continued to torture him with what seemed like the longest orgasm he'd ever known.

"You'll g-get used to that," she replied, her voice still shaky as her own release was dragged out by the continuous pulses of his throbbing member, and the renewed pressure of each jet of canine seed that pumped into her depths. "Just give it some time, Dom...it'll all make sense soon enough."

There was no reply for Dom to give as he tried turning his head to gaze at his hands, but he couldn't see the paws that had formed. Looking down over himself, his eyes were stolen by the gorgeous, lust-drunk woman that rested across his torso, panting so heavily that her tongue fell from the side of her muzzle, but her touch was stroking through his short, soft fur in a moment of pure heaven...one that never would have lasted long enough.

Even then, it was cut desperately short, as Layla knew what Dom had to do next.

"Thanks for giving me your best shot," Layla whispered to him, as she felt his knot slowly deflating inside of her. Excess juices spilled out in heavy, slick volume and soaked her inner thighs as she stood up from his lap and stepped aside, her eyes following his every move as he was literally dragged into the back room.

There was yet another wolfess standing and waiting for him, her fur such a brilliant coat of silver that it looked like freshly fallen snow, dancing in the rays of the morning sun.

"Welcome to the pack," she growled, her throaty voice rumbling through his still tender body as she pounced upon him, her claws sinking deep into his shoulders...