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DRIFT - Wolf Den Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons

_"Over a hundred years ago, one human set out into the deep dark to discover what was waiting. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. He discovered the remnants of a long dead race protected by their guardians, and his discovery came with a price. He was given their technology under the condition that he never return to Earth and contaminate them with the knowledge of the outside universe. For a time he was alone, drifting through the cosmos, encountering the child races engineered by those ancient architects. Little by little, he took on attributes of their races and even found someone to call his own. In the end, he fought his way back to Earth, and in his short return he taught us more than we could have ever imagined.

Now we are the ones that push out into the deep dark, carving our niche on the universe. We are the ones adrift in a sea of stars. Our journey might not be glamorous, it might not even be worth going into the history books, but it's a living... at least for me." - Kian Adair_

[July 13th, 2205] A haze of blue and green particulate came in waves, breaking against the bow of the ivory craft hurtling through the interstellar medium between solar systems. The ship was covered in an ivory crystaline-ceramic shell, the main hull flanked by four cargo pods that gave the craft the distinct shape of an animal laying on all four legs.

The interior featured the design aesthetics of all Automated Fabrication Incorporated ships; crisp white consoles with orange and yellow displays, frosted perma-glass panels between sections, and glossy obsidian floor and ceiling panels to offer contrast. The ship had been equipped with a class five Architect core, allowing it the ability to slowly advance itself as it came in contact with other cultures.

One of the frosted glass partitions opened as Kian pushed out of his quarters, pushing off the floor and drifting in the low gravity. As far as humans went, Kian was one of the shorter ones, measuring barely over five foot six. His hair was a light blondish-brown, shaved short on the left side and back, and allowed to fall in a long sweep down the right side. Despite the low gravity, Kian had kept fit with his work, balancing out his lanky frame with a fair amount of muscles.

"Atlas, report." Kian called out as he floated along the central corridor, headed toward the bridge. There was a faint sound from the speakers, almost like raindrops falling across crystals.

"Good evening Kian." A strong, polite male voice stated, "Navigation and propulsion systems are optimal. Quantum slingshot is stable. We will reach Terminus station in eighteen minutes. Should I download docking policies for you?" The question was met with a scough as Kian floated over the chair at the center of the cockpit and pulled himself down, pulling the restraints into place.

"I'm sure it'll be like the last twenty runs. We dock, I sign some paperwork, unload their stuff, they pay me, and if I'm lucky I get a contract for the next gig." Kian said, opening the synthesizer slot to pull out a green apple. He brought it up to his lips and took a bite, his teeth crunching through the outer shell to release the fragrant, sweet, slightly floral flavor of the granny smith species. He sighed with a bit of relief, leaning back in his chair.

"Terminus station is not aligned with the Io trading guild, or the Terran Commerce Grid. Further, the Rax have an economic ban on the station. The odds of this being like the last twenty runs are very low." The computer chided. Kian took another bite of his apple.

"Atlas, you worry too much." Kian said, though he held his apple, contemplating for a long moment, "What was the sanction for?"

"Piracy." Atlas answered easily. Kian slowly chewed the plant matter in his mouth.

"Tell me more about the inhabitants of Terminus." Kian said after a moment.

"Terminus station's primary population are the Fenrir, named after ancient norse mythology. They are the descendants of a colony ship taken in by the Tholan retrievers." Atlas explained. The main screen filtered out the view of the interstellar medium crashing across the bow, showing instead a generalized example of an alien species. They were similar to humans in height and stature, though they had pointed ears covered in fur, claws, tails, and a few other attributes akin to canines.

"I've heard about the Fenrir! Aren't they like... werewolves? Oh my god, are we delivering to werewolf space pirates?" Kian grinned.

"I am unable to answer that question." Atlas replied. Kian grinned ear to ear.

"Here I am, thinking the Hweo mercenaries would be the most interesting run I've had, but space pirates... It's a little sad that the best we have to offer are the provisions they ordered!" Kian said, bringing up the inventory, reading through, "Maybe I can offer them some of my personal stash."

"Approaching edge of system." Atlas announced. The blue and green aurora faded away as the particulate outside dissipated, held at bay by the sun at the center of the Terminus solar system. The Atlas slowed down, dropping below light speed as it sailed deeper in. The screen showed an augmented view of the solar system, namely the brown dwarf star that three planets orbited. The entire solar system was uninhabitable, but the second planet had nine moons rich in resources. It was an out of the way treasure trove, perfect for the establishment of a freelance space station.

Pings filled up the navigation system as a trade lane was marked, the Atlas falling into place. The ship maneuvered between far more massive, far more fragile ships from a half dozen systems as they came and went, carrying ores, crystals and metals. Kian couldn't help but be amazed, thinking about all the unique aliens inside, but his blue eyes drifted forward, spotting the center of all that activity; Terminus station.

The space station drifted over the largest moon, built like a massive hexagonal prism. There were docking ports and bays along every edge, and a steady blue capture web raked across the lunar surface below, pulling up metal from the mines carved into the surface. It was an amazing operation, especially given the fact that all of it was run independently of the other child races.

"Incoming transmission." Atlas announced politely.

"Earth ship, state your business." The voice was deep, gravely, resonating with strength and a small hint of surprise. Kian grinned, pressing the com button.

"Terminus Station, this is the Atlas. Docking code FR-Udeko-three-nine." Kian answered. There was a pause, no doubt the code was being entered. A laugh filled the speakers.

"You've got our grub! Why didn't you say so. We'll get bay five cleared for you. Stand by for capture web." The voice replied before the com went dead. Kian grinned, tossing the rest of his apple into the recycle slot.

"There is every chance they will attempt to pirate your cargo." Atlas commented wryly. Kian rolled his eyes, patting the console before him.

"Like I said, you worry too much." Kian smirked.

**** The Atlas drifted slowly into port, guided by the gravity field of the capture web. The Earth ship was a stark contrast to the surroundings, its smooth white hull clashing with the piecemeal and kitbashed nature of the dock. It drifted through one of the few clear lanes between keelhauled ships, parts suspended in place with support struts, and workers drifting from piece to piece.

Kian looked out of the window, focusing less on the ships in various states of dismantling and more on the workers. Their spacesuits were unusual in that they were black and grey, blending into the darkness of space. They were sleek, well armored, and the helmets sloped forward into sleek, aerodynamic muzzle points. Each helmet had blue camera eyes that cut through the darkness, recording everything and broadcasting it from the twin ear like points on the top of the helmets. He even saw that most of the suits had sleeves for tails, though he had no idea if they were ceremonial or not.

The Atlas slowed down more as it neared the main bay, passing between a pair of corvette sized vessels. They looked fast and fierce, but what was perhaps the most telling of all were the set of six fighters locked to the hull of each ship. It seemed that these people liked to hunt in packs. It felt very much like Kian was waltzing right into the wolf's den, not sure if he was delivering dinner or if he was going to be dinner.

A shimmering violet field flickered as the Atlas passed through an atmosphere shield, detecting both breathable air and gravity. Landing gear deployed from the bottom of the craft as it lowered, touching down. Four circles in the floor illuminated, applying additional gravity fields to keep the ship securely in place. A hiss came, and then the landing ramp deployed, sliding down to the gunmetal gray floor below.

Kian descended down the ramp with wide eyed curiosity, looking around with wonder. The gunmetal gray walls were built with mass produced panels, giving a rigid uniformity. The human nearly jumped as one of the panels slid out and out of the way, allowing several individuals to enter, each wearing Fenrir spacesuits. In the light of the bay he could make out more detail - there were so many pockets and pouches, and a sheath on the hip for a curved short blade. Kian's brain started to think back over what Atlas had tried to warn him about, but a booming voice drew his focus forwards.

"In all my years, in all my moons, I never thought I'd see a human ship dock here at Terminus." The voice declared. It was deep with a fair bit of gravel to it. The owner of the voice was huge, muscled, built and tall... and his left leg was most clearly a prosthetic, a silver metal artificial leg covered in panels and slots. Each step he took came with the punctuation of his prosthetic foot tapping the deck plating. The man's sharp, sleek helmet tilted down, the camera eyes of his helmet a fierce red.

"There aren't a lot of ships that could make it out this far, this fast... Fast enough that all your food's still fresh. Some of it wasn't even put in cryo." Kian said, grinning wide. Despite the small seed of fear and doubt in the back of his mind, he was mostly just excited to come face to face with a brand new species. Kian looked up into the red eyes of the large man before him, his smile growing even larger, "And who should I talk to about payment?"

Laughter erupted from one of the Fenrir, echoing through the bay. Kian hoped it was because he was being so presumptuous and not because the idea of paying him might be an alien one. The red eyed fenrir lifted his hand, the gloves tipped with the sharp black points of claws. The laughter stopped at once, but a slight mechanical whizzing sound came as the leader's helmet began to fold in on itself, pulling back and retracting.

The face revealed beneath was one of the most human Kian had seen outside of the Sol system, though not entirely. The man had a frizzy mane of black hair that matched his shiny, bushy black beard. His skin was a rich earthy brown, but his ears were pointed and covered in black fur and his eyes were an intense yellow-orange in color. A gray scar came down through his right eyebrow and resumed on his cheek and four gold rings covered his lower lip.

Kian looked at the man's face, seeing how his ridged nose bridged up into his exaggerated brow bone, sticking out over his eyes and coming around the orbit in a pronounced ring. The man's semi-animal nostrils flared as he took a sniff of the bay air and slowly smiled, betraying elongated canine fangs. Kian was taken a bit aback, but felt an odd thrill in his heart.

"You will parlay with me. I am captain Ashur, king of Terminus, your business is with me. But we are not accustomed to paying for goods until they are examined, thoroughly. While we ensure your cargo is what was agreed, you are welcome to our hospitality." the bearded man said, lifting his clawed glove once more. His fingers closed until only one was left and he pointed to one of his men before beckoning him.

From the gathered pack of Fenrir, the shortest stepped forward. Unlike the bulk of the soldiers, his suit was a bit less sophisticated and the eyes were white. What surprised Kian most, however, was that this particular figure was the only person in the bay that was shorter than he was. As he advanced, his helmet retracted to reveal a young fenrir, barely eighteen years old. His skin was pale, contrasted by a mop of deep, dark violet hair. He had a faint wisp of a split mustache on either side of his nose and a thin, soft anchor shaped goatee trailing down from his lower lip and spreading out on his chin. With his shag of hair covering his pointed ears and one eye, he looked almost human other than the faint exaggerated brow and a wagging purple-black tail.

"This is Bran. He will be yours until we have completed our arrangement." Ashur said.

"My what?" Kian asked. The young fenrir blushed.

"What my captain means is that I will see to it that you have everything you need during your stay." Bran said softly. Kian looked slightly confused before his eyes widened a little.

"Oh, I... I see!" Kian said, a bit taken back before he nodded, "Captain, you have access to Atlas' four cargo bays and the reserve hold. I am sure you will find the cargo exactly what was agreed on." he said. The king smiled, showing off his fangs once more.

"I'm sure it'll be just what we wanted." he said. Kian thought about mentioning Atlas' security systems, but they would find out soon enough if they tried to stray off course. Kian looked at Bran before he slid one arm around the young man's elbow.

"Now, where will I be staying?" he asked. Bran smiled brightly at the contact and at being needed so soon after his assignment.

"Space is limited, we don't typically have guest quarters but there's an open bunk in my room so you can stay with me." Bran said, leading the way out of the bay. Kian glanced over his shoulder to see Ashur nodding his head as the rest of his men headed toward the ramp and moved into the ship to retrieve their cargo. He hoped that wouldn't be the last time he saw his ship.

**** Sparks rained down from conduits being worked on while steam lifted from giant vats of cooking food. Vegetables and meat bubbled and broiled in thick brine. The outer perimeter of the station seemed to be a trading center where the citizens of Terminus would barter and exchange, leading to lively exchanges. There were weapons, tools, food and supplies. There was one stall selling what Kian could only imagine were adult holographic novels, though the images were censored before purchase.

Kian had never seen so many manly men in one place. They all towered over him, at least six feet. They had tails, claws, animal ears and thick brows. They were a living example of what his ancestors had called werewolves, and they were all - each of them - men. At first Kian hadn't noticed, but as he studied the crowds, it became ever more apparent. He saw children, teenagers, adults and elders, but all male.

"Bran, are there no female Fenrir?" Kian asked, interrupting the steady introduction to the docking part the young man had been going over for the last few minutes.

"Of course there are! We wouldn't be genetically viable without them." Bran smirked.

"But where are they?" the human asked. Bran looked a little more surprised at that.

"The triad is in their enclave in the center levels." Bran replied, a little more hesitant.

"Triad, as in three?" Kian asked a little more dubiously.

"Yes. How many females are in your mecca?" Bran asked.

"They are half of our population." Kian answered. Bran's dark brown eye went as wide as an asteroid in surprise.

"Half of the... My gods." he whispered before shaking his head, "Only one in a thousand Fenrir is born female, and they go on to have litters of wolves to go out and secure what our race needs to survive. We ensure that they are protected and well cared for." Bran said. Kian whistled a bit at that.

"So I'm guessing that you boys don't all... well, take turns?" Kian asked. Bran chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I've never even seen one of the triad, which is just as well. Fenrir crews must be self sufficient in all things." Bran said proudly. Kian nodded at that but said nothing, looking out as they started to cross a bridge over a large open space. Stretching out beyond was a vast slice of a city, buildings fanning out in fractal spirals, interconnected by bridges and bisected by roads and green spaces.

"Wow..." Kian whispered in awe. He reached up to brush his blond bangs out of his face so he could see it with both eyes, unaware that Bran mimicked his move, revealing an orange eye for a moment before his mop of dark purple hair fell back over it. As they walked, Bran reached out to take Kian's hand. Feeling the leathery palm and sharp claws, it felt oddly comforting when their fingers interlocked.

**** Kian laid on the top bunk of Bran's quarters, hands resting on his bloated stomach, moaning softly. He'd never had so many kinds of meat before in his life, and they had all been cooked to a rare at most. Still, it had tasted fantastic... It had even been garnished with some kind of purple seaweed that was pungent and spicy and complimented the meat. It had been hard to say no, and in the end he had paid for it. He laid on the bunk, staring at the ceiling that was all too close, engulfed in amber light.

The truth of the matter was that the room was too small for anyone's standards. It was barely a supply closet, barely wider than the bunk that had been shoved in. When they had come back to the room, Bran had shoved a pile of debris off the lower bunk so he could sit down there while Kian rested, but in the end it didn't sit right with Kian. He took a breath, forced himself up and dropped down onto the grated floor - only to come groin to groin with Bran. Kian blushed, realizing he had very nearly landed on top of his host.

"Sorry, I didn't know that you'd gotten up." Kian said. Bran smiled.

"I heard you moving and thought we were going somewhere." Bran replied.

"You got up for me?" Kian asked. Bran nodded.

"The captain said that I am for you." Bran replied. Kian hesitated at that.

"What exactly did he mean by that, I mean, like are you my escort? My bodyguard?" Kian asked. Bran considered before shrugging.

"I am whatever you need me to be." Bran replied.

"But you're okay with that? Like, you were just ordered to be with me?" Kian asked. Bran smiled.

"It's actually a bit of a relief, normally I'm having to help out a lot more of my brothers." Bran said.

"But isn't that a little like... slavery?" Kian asked. Bran tilted his head at that.

"I am a cabin boy... I get passage in exchange for services. It is the way of things." Bran replied, "Besidez, in this case, my assignment is a very fun one." he said. Kian looked into Bran's eyes, seeing his innocence, his playfulness, his eagerness. While he certainly had reservations about his life, he didn't seem to be too bothered by it. After all, he was used to it and this was the way of things. Not to mention, he was pretty cute. Then again, all the men here were... They really were scruffy space pirate werewolves. Just thinking about it sent a chill through Kian's loins and their already too-close-for-comfort embrace became closer.

"Oh, is there something I can help you with?" Bran offered. Kian bluished and chuckled nervously, shaking his head.

"No, I..." Kian paused, swallowing before he looked at Bran, "Do you help your... brothers... with everything they need?" Kian asked. Bran grinned.

"I am very well liked, I know many techniques." he replied. Kian bit his lip, contemplating a line he had not yet crossed.

"What if I said that... I wanted to give you a kiss?" Kian asked. Bran grinned a little, his tail wagging behind him.

"As a prelude?" he asked. Kian was about to ask what he meant before Bran leaned up and kissed Kian on the lips. Kian reached out and grabbed Bran's head and pulled him in so their lips could work their tangle together, wrestling and combatting. Kian shivered, loving the feel of the cabin boy's wispy goatee against his chin, but he loved the feel of his clawed hand on his hip even more, sliding up his shirt, rubbing on his ribs.

Kian murmured at that and leaned in, grinding against Bran, humping against him... It was hot, but it wasn't enough. His lips became more desperate before he broke the kiss, moving to suck on Bran's neck, grabbing onto both of his ass cheeks. Bran moaned at that, inhaling the human's exotic musk, panting hard. He groaned, his dark brown eye turning orange to match the first. He huffed and puffed, his forehead growing thicker, his fangs longer, fur sprouting across his chest.

Bran nuzzled Kian's neck, sensing an odd tenderness he had seldom experienced. This furless human was treating him more like an equal than a subordinate. That had its own unique charm, but at the same time he could sense the animal in the human begging to be released - to be released and allowed to grow. Bran reached down and unzipped Kian's pants, then his own. He reached in and found another cloth barrier and drew it down as well before he found his prize.

Rough, calloused, clawed fingers wrapped around Kian's shaft and pulled it out, feeling its heft. It was strange to Bran, exotic and new. It felt so regular, so cylindrical, the tip rounded and coming down as round as the shaft itself... but it felt so cold and dry. The human had no sheathe, no protective layer, nothing... Bran nearly felt bad for the human, but he knew he could make him feel better.

With quick, deft movements of his right hand, Bran fished out his plump, fat sheathe covered in purple-black fur. A tiny nub of his canine manhood was poking out of the end, glistening with pre. Bran pulled his hips away from Kian just long enough to reorient his sheathe and then came back forward with a swift, decisive movement.

Kian gasped as he felt his cock plunge into something tight, hot, wet, slick, and... occupied. His human cock slid along something curved, hard, plump and fat... and was enveloped in a slick, tight cocoon. Bran inhaled sharply and pushed forward, taking in inch after inch of Kian's cock until he was right up to the hilt. Kian's eyes glazed over with lust for a moment as he panted against Bran's neck.

"Wh... What happened?" Kian whispered.

"I thought you might be cold, I wanted to share my sheathe." he whispered. Kian nodded.

"Good plan." Kian whispered before he closed his eyes and grabbed Bran's head again and started to kiss him. Bran moaned and humped back, starting to let the human's cock slide in and out of his sheathe, sliding back and forth.

The two panted and huffed, their bodies growing hotter, sweat beading on their brows. A fan kicked on above them to start circulating the air, but all it did was stir up their mixed musk. Bran moaned, inhaling the human's scent, more sure than ever that he had great potential. Unaware of what he was breathing, Kian was just getting hornier and hornier.

Wet, sloppy, slick sounds echoed in the tight room as they went at it. As Kian rooted around in Bran's sheathe, he felt something pointed start poking the head of his cock, even hitting his urethra a few times. Bran whimpered and moaned before he shuddered. The already hot, tight, slick sheathe filled suddenly with something thicker, wetter and stickier before it gushed out of the tip, leaking down over Kian's lap and balls.

Kian moaned sharply, then inhaled, and then howled out in delight as he came, adding his pearly white seed to the mix. The two clung onto each other for strength and stability, trying to reclaim their breath. Kian lowered his head to rest against Bran's for a long moment, grinning ear to ear before he started to pull out - but as he tried, he felt an odd tightness around the base of his cock.

"What in the hell?" he asked, pulling back a few times, but his cock wouldn't budge. He looked down and saw that the mouth of Bran's sheathe was distended, swollen and stretched around the bloated base of his own cock. Bran moaned as Kian tried to pull back again, and as he did, there was a sudden wet pop. Kian gasped as inches of red, slick, tough cock slid out, capped off by a tapered, curved red point.

Kian stumbled back and fell onto his ass on the lower bunk, staring at what had to be ten inches of dog meat. It was big, slick, red and alien. Kian stared at his rod, confused and amazed at how fast it had changed, but when he looked up at Bran, his eyes widened in shock. Bran was drooling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his orange eyes dilated.

"Bran?" Kian asked, but the cabin boy lunged down, wrapping his maw around Kian's new cock. Kian gasped out loud and grunted, laying back on the bunk. His hand drifted to Bran's head, holding onto his mop of dark hair as Bran started to eagerly bob his head up and down, sucking and slurping with abandon. Kian moaned, his fingers and toes curling as he started to thrust his hips up and down, unable to stop himself.

With each thrust of his hips, his new manhood seemed only to stretch longer and thicker. Bran sucked it clean of its juices, but it only produced more, leaking pre easily and quickly. The cabin boy sucked and sucked, grunting and growling. Purple-black fur sprouted across his cheeks, the backs of his hands, around his arms and legs and even his face as his jaw bone popped and snapped.

Kian watched with wide eyed shock and mild delight as the humanity warped out of Bran's face. He heard his skull pop and click as his mouth stretched out longer and wider, his nostrils flared. Inches of new bone and flesh and ligament grew in as his teeth sharpened, his head pushing into a full canine muzzle. Kian blushed, feeling guilty that he was so turned on, but as the fur dominated Bran's body, it was like he was the biggest dog that Kian had ever seen, and he was content on sucking down the human's seed.

As much as he tried to hold on, Kian couldn't help but throw his head back and let out another moan, unleashing his pent up seed. Bran gobbled it down and swallowed it eagerly, filling his belly with it, his tail wagging the entire time. Kian shuddered, his brain saturated in more pleasure than he felt he had any right to experience - not that he planned on complaining. When at last he'd shed every drop and had no more to give, he let out one more moan before he went limp on the bed, his heart racing.

**** A blue flame erupted from the end of the torch before one of the Fenrir workers brought it to the hatch leading to the bridge of the Atlas, but the flame licked at the metal without spark or even discoloring the material. The worker hesitated and tried again before leaning back. Captain Ashur moved over, snarling in frustration. He started to breathe faster, harder, deeper, his eyes turning a bright red.

With each breath, the captain's chest pushed out wider, his ribs pulling apart from one another. His arms grew longer and bigger around, his suit groaning as it stretched, pulling out extra fabric. The captain's hands grew larger as well as he reached forward and grabbed onto the hatch, trying to pry it open.

As the captain's humanity drained away, a whirring came from his prosthetic leg. Panels pushed out from one another, exposing the interior hydraulics for a moment before metal expanded outward. The prosthetic itself bulked up to match his organic leg. The artificial metal toes split open as well before new panels dropped down, mimicking bigger digits and bigger claws. The tightly compact metal had grown larger, but even that didn't give him enough traction. He snarled and roared as his face pushed out into a bearded muzzle, the scar ever present in every form.

"It wasn't about the cargo, was it?" Kian asked as he swaggered up the ramp into his own ship, flanked by Bran. Bran looked a little different, his mustache fuller, his goatee thicker. The captain turned and snarled for a moment before his face started to retreat to a more human form, though his brows were thick and ridged.

"The architects have always favored the humans. Your technology evolves faster than anything we've ever had. We need your ship if we are to survive." Ashur growled.

"My ship. I'm the captain." Kian said, puffing out his miniscule human chest before he grinned, "But I may have an offer to make you... Make me one of you." he whispered. Ashur's eyebrow lifted and a slow grin crossed his lips.

"You want to be one of us? A fenrir?" Ashur asked.

"Like I said, the ship will only respond to me. I already know how compatible I am thanks to Bran. So here's the deal. Make me one of you, I keep your cabin boy as my own. I'll become one of your pirate captains, and I will work for the glory of our pack." Kian said. There was a long silence as the Fenrir looked at each other, but Ashur broke the silence by letting out a long laugh, clapping Kian on the shoulder with a clawed paw.

"I like your spirit, pup... Very well... But be warned, the bite from a Pirate Captain is the strongest. You won't recognize yourself." Ashur said.

"Fine by me, as long as you hold up to our deal." Kian replied. Ashur grinned at that and bowed his head in agreement before he offered his huge hand. Kian reached out to take it, but Ashur grabbed it and tugged the human forward. As Kian crashed into Ashur's chest, the bearded werewolf captain leaned down and sank his fangs into Kian's shoulder.

Kian let out a howl of pain, but the howl soon evolved into elation as he threw his head back. He felt a burning spread through his body, starting from the wound in his shoulder before filling his back. The curse reached his heart before it was pumped through his body. In moments every extremity was tingling and burning at the same time.

As the human called out, his teeth began to soften, the bone like material oozing into points before rehardening, giving him a mouth full of fangs. His blue eyes grew green, then hazel before turning a bright golden amber in color. The pirate king pulled back and licked the blood from his lips, letting out a deep reverberating growl.

"You are mine now... My son, my heir... Let your wolf out." Ashur growled. Kian shook and shuddered as the wound in his shoulder knit itself closed, the flesh healing at a phenomenal rate. He stared upward and then let out a resounding howl. He threw his hands to the side, black claws ripping from the tips of his fingers. It was hard to stand there as the changes started to accelerate, but Kian used his strength to at least try.

The human's eyebrows furrowed in pain and concentration, but as they pressed together, they swelled outward. The skin became tougher, muscle filled in beneath it and the orbital bone around his eye socket swelled outward. The tightness spanned the bridge of his nose, forcing it to wrinkle and shift. Kian grunted more and more, his ears burning as they stretched into points, becoming wider at the base as blond hairs began to poke out of the flesh, covering them in seconds.

"Kian, you're so handsome..." Bran murmured, watching his newest friend change. Kian snarled, shaking more as black claws pierced through his shoes, clicking against the deck plating. He suddenly doubled over forward, hugging at his stomach as his shirt began to rise in bumps, his vertebrae becoming sharper, distending along his back and making his spine look far more dangerous. When he forced himself back upright, he was a good four inches taller - and he was still growing.

Every ounce of protein that Kian had eaten was being converted to new body mass. His spine stretched outward, his ribs pushed apart from one another, and a painful stinging came from his tailbone as it started to detach from his pelvis, getting wrapped with new muscles and ligaments. The human looked around in desperation and confusion, the heat searing into his mind. He looked at Bran, then at the pirate captain, then back. He wanted them both, he craved them both, and his human clothing was far too confining.

Clawed fingers grabbed at his shirt before he started to pull, tearing it asunder. Fabric split out, revealing a blond furry chest and pits filled with soft silky fur. Kian let out another roar, shuddering sharply before he grabbed at his pants. The fabric came apart easily, revealing his hot, throbbing, hard red wolf cock. It wobbled in front of him, but at the base the flesh was swelling and changing, forming into a sheath above his already tangerine sized balls. Kian was breathing rapidly, his body trying to compensate for the heat and to pump oxygen to all his new tissue. His arms grew thicker, his legs, even his shoulders were popping as they broadened.

"Now that's my son..." Captain Ashur murmured before he moved over and grabbed Kian's head and pulled him into a kiss. Kian resisted for a moment but he soon gave in, feeling those tough, leathery lips on his, his face engulfed in the frizzy, bushy beard of a mature, self assured captain. As they kissed, his tongue slowly opened, accepting the plump wet tongue that pushed in and out of his mouth, bringing with it ample saliva.

With each gulp, each smack, each wrestle of their tongues, Kian felt more confident, more accepted, more like he was at home. They broke their kiss and a string of saliva connected their lips. Ashur looked at Kian and grinned, seeing the soft downy fuzz covering his upper lip and his chin. He reached a clawed finger up to stroke at it, watching the fuzz get thicker, tougher and longer. The fuzz became a mustache and a strip down his chin, a strip that fanned out across his chin before dipping down centimeter by centimeter.

Kian panted, growled, shook. He didn't know what to feel as the power took him over. The hair on the side and back of his head had remained short, but the crest he'd kept longer was growing at an accelerated pace. A sheet of blond hair dropped down the left side of his face, hitting his cheek, then his neck, then his shoulder. The asymmetrical cut was balanced by the thick bristly fuzz growing out of his cheeks, connecting to his mustache and then his chin, filling out the start to his beard. Kian had arrived as a pipsqueak human, but now... now he was a Fenrir prince on his way to becoming a captain of his own.

Kian felt amazing and flexed his claws, but he wanted more. His hunger, his need, his drive... his lust. It was more powerful than the change. He turned, his amber eyes locking on Bran. He let out a growl of his own, one that sent shivers through the cabin boy. Kian left Ashur behind and stalked across the hall before he grabbed Bran and pushed him against the wall. Kian leaned in, his growl hot as the tip of his nose turned black and moist around the nostrils. His face was contorted, corrupted and warped. His eyes were animal, his ears pointed and fur covered. He was exactly what Bran had grown up seeing as the dominant male, but somewhere in all of that was the man that had asked for him specifically as his prize, his treasure.

Bran's purple-black tail wagged as he leaned in and kissed Kian on the lips eagerly. Kian grabbed his head with both clawed paws and returned the favor, humping and grinding, rubbing against him. Bran's heart raced as he felt Kian get taller, heavier, wider. Pounds of muscle packed onto his frame as a sandy blond tail slipped down behind his pert muscled ass cheeks. What was left of his clothing fell away to reveal toned flesh with patches of fur.

Kian loved the embrace, but it wasn't enough. His hands let go of Bran's head and grabbed his waist, lifting him off his feet and pinning him to the wall. Bran whimpered and squirmed happily, spreading his legs. Kian worked quickly, keeping him aloft with one huge clawed monstrous hand around his waist while the other tore a hole in his pants between the legs. With his tailhole revealed, Kian waited no longer.

The needy, furious, swollen head of his canine cock found its mark and pushed into the quivering pucker beyond. With a pop, the head was in and soon came inch after inch after inch of shaft. Kian thrust in hard, deeper, faster, pulling back just enough to give him leverage to go again. Bran threw his head back and moaned, allowing Kian to kiss and suck and gently bite at his throat. Bran wriggled in desire and need, his cock already starting to spray cum all over Kian's furry chest.

With each thrust into his mate, Kian continued to grow. He pushed past six feet, then six two, then more. His blond hair hit his right shoulder and trailed down his back. His bushy blond mustache dropped down over his upper lip while the cheeks grew fluffier and fuller, the length of the beard dropping down past his adam's apple. His wolf ears twitched as he heard the pitch of Bran's moans change when he hit a particular spot, allowing the former human to focus in and thrust, hitting that spot over and over and over.

Bran came harder, hyperventilating. His face began to push out, cracking and popping as his muzzle formed, filled with sharp fangs. His eyes drifted slightly, his ears migrated up to the top of his head and fur covered his face, neck, torso and arms. In moments he was a contented, wriggling, purple-black beast being claimed by his alpha. He threw his muzzle back and howled, deciding then and there that he belonged to one man, not all of them. He was Kian's forever, and nothing would change that.

Kian grunted, rutting and grinding, realizing that his knot had come back - this time locking him in Bran's ass. The growing wolf growled happily, blond fur sweeping across his stomach and up his bumpy spine, coming over his shoulders and around his arms. Kian's face went numb, his sense of smell disappearing, even his hearing going deaf for a moment as his face tingled and burned. It was disorienting, but colors became sharper, detail more precise, and soon he heard again - albeit from stereoscopic ears now resting on the top of his head.

Kian's lower jaw pushed out forward, extending and making gaps between his fangs that had to be filled as they grew larger. Soon his upper mouth pushed out to join the jaw, stretching his nose out. It flattened and grew wider, his nostrils broadening. His amber eyes blinked as his muzzle formed. Kian's body felt huge, powerful, beastly. His knot had locked him in his mate, his body had reached its new form, and he was right at home in the heart of the wolf's den.

A great howl escaped Kian's lips as he lifted his muzzle, joined by Bran and Ashur and then the wolves outside. The pack was one, the family was complete, and with that Kian let the strongest orgasm of his entire life sweep over him. His huge balls seized up, his tail tightened, his cock throbbed and then his thick, hot cum began to empty out into Bran's ass. Bran kept howling, accepting every drop his mate had to offer. They were one now, and Bran wouldn't let anything stop him from celebrating that bond with his Alpha.

**** It had been six days since the Atlas had arrived in Terminus. The cargo had been unloaded and it had been replaced with some crates of cryo-frozen meat, some of life's essentials, and two pack fighters. The ship began to wake from its dormancy as the dock was lowered. Cream colored lights snapped on, reflecting off of the white and silver walls. Heavy, tough black boots came down onto the ramp, tipped by five obsidian black claws on each foot. The boots led up to tight black jeans, a double-belt with metal studs, and above that a black leather vest showing off sculpted, fit arms and a chest covered with a soft patch of fur across the pectorals.

A fang filled smile crossed Kian's pierced lips, four gold rings hanging from the lower lip. Larger gold earrings dangled from his furry wolf ears, and his long, bushy blond beard had two braids on either side of his mouth, tipped with little gold ringlets. His long hair was sleek and shiny, contrasting how rough and bushy his beard was. Even though he had not aged, his body seemed so much more mature, rising to six foot six and weighing a few hundred pounds of mostly muscle. Most of all, his brows were thick and exaggerated, casting shadows over his amber eyes.

"Atlas... We're about to start a new mission." Kian said. The computer consoles flickered as they woke up.

"Kian, I have detected a genetic drift in your genome. You have been compromised by contact with the indiginous population." Atlas stated. Kian shook his head.

"No, Atlas. I have been enhanced. I understand our true purpose, our true family." Kian said, turning his head to see Bran move up the ramp behind him. He wore a baggy purple shirt with a silver sash around his waist, his pants having a very pronounced zipper that ran the entire way down across his groin and between his legs, back up the other side. Kian gave a soft growl of delight before he turned back, "Please log Bran on the ship's roster and start charging the Quantum Slingshot."

The computer hesitated for a few moments before it carried out the orders. Systems registered as warming up and preparing for launch. Kian moved to sit down in his chair, finding it far tighter than he had remembered it. He settled in and patted his lap. Bran made sure the ramp was secure before he moved into the cockpit and sat down on Kian's lap, leaning back against his broad, strong chest.

Kian grinned with glee, feeling the power of being a Fenrir captain. Soon the seven systems would fear the day they saw the Atlas, streaking in to liberate them of their most valuable assets. Kian's hands moved over the controls, wriggling free of the gravity fields before it edged forward, slipping out of the bay. Without relying on a capture web, the Atlas was much faster as it slipped between the keelhauled ships and moved out into the system.

A distant purplish-blue nebula shimmered with light while the planet before glimmered like a vast ocean frozen in time and turned to stone with peaks and valleys, waves and trenches. Beyond the planet, its many moons were drifting in orbit, some moving faster than others. It was hard for Kian to guess, but it seemed that in a few weeks time the moons might actually line up in one cosmic eclipse, and when that happened he knew that Terminus would be having one hell of a party. He had no intention of showing up empty handed.

The Atlas gained speed, heading out of the gravity well of the system. As it left the star further and further behind, interstellar dust began to cascade off the hull, parted by the ship pushing into open space. As much as Kian loved how Bran was drawing claws through his beard, he knew they had to set out on their next mission.

"Hit it." Kian ordered, a claw tapping a button on his chair. The interstellar medium began to come so fast that it began to glow in auroras of blue and purple and green, washing over the ship as they shot out faster than light, leaving Terminus behind. It was a little sad to leave his new home behind, but this time Kian knew he wasn't alone. He had Bran by his side, he had Atlas, and he had a new family - thousands of brothers, all waiting for him to bring them home some purloined prizes. Kian grinned wide, feeling quite proud to call himself one of the Fenrir.