# Prey [Werewolf, M/M, M/F]

Author: Lycandope
Tags: Blood, Forced changes, Homosexual, M/F, M/M, Spreading changes, Transformation, Violence, Werewolf

A man tries to boost his livestream by hunting for a local legend but finds himself prey instead.
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I have all of my gear ready and arrayed before me.&nbsp; A light backpack with a thin laptop connected to a 4g hotspot.&nbsp; The hotspot is connected to a big portable battery and I have a couple more batteries for the laptop.&nbsp;&nbsp; Just in case.

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The big item is the GoLive!! streaming headband.&nbsp; That was pricey.&nbsp; The laptop is old and I bought it used but the headband is new.&nbsp; Took several months but I know it's going to be worth it.&nbsp; It's unobtrusive, can record in low light and lasts forever on the battery connected at the band.

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Right now it's facing me with the little red light steady, telling me it's connected and streaming.&nbsp; I almost disabled the light but the infrared lights would still be there so it doesn't matter.&nbsp; And, really, who would see it?

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The laptop is up and my stream is running with fifteen people connected.&nbsp; I smile at them as I get the rest of my gear together.&nbsp; My girlfriend is logged in and so are my parents and my kid brother but the rest are friends.&nbsp; And one coworker.&nbsp; Gus - my night shift replacement at the liquor store.&nbsp; Which means he's logged in from work.&nbsp; Lazy bastard.

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We all start somewhere, right?

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I bounced around at college but really enjoyed my time in my brief criminal justice phase of classes.&nbsp; I'm not going to spend the rest of my life selling cheap vodka to drunks so this is my way out of that life.&nbsp; And I get to play pretend detective.

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"Hey everyone!" I say, smiling again.&nbsp; Clean shaven face, thick brown hair swept back and I stole my girlfriend's eyeliner just to make my eyes pop.&nbsp; Just a hint of it.&nbsp; I heard guys get makeup when they're on camera so why not?&nbsp; I won't be on the camera much at all but I want to get used to it.&nbsp; "Thank you for joining in tonight for the third video in my series on urban investigations."

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I pause and sit back for dramatic effect but spoil it by glancing directly at the camera and then looking away.

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"Tonight, I finally track down the Beast of Brightview Bay," aaaaand another pause for dramatic effect.&nbsp; And a smile with my hands together.&nbsp; Or apart?&nbsp; Dammit, now I just look dumb.&nbsp; Together.&nbsp; Fingers together.&nbsp; And smile.&nbsp; "The first two videos saw us interviewing people who heard or saw the beast with a focus on Miles Trelawney after the picture he posted online went viral."

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A few taps on the keyboard shows the grainy, dark photo on my stream and I nod at it with a serious expression.&nbsp; I practiced a bit before starting the stream and it's even beginning to feel&nbsp; natural.

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The photo isn't clear but shows a large shape between two concrete posts.&nbsp; Hercules Construction was building an office complex at the location but abandoned it years ago when funding fell through.&nbsp; Since then, it's become a hang out for junkies, teenagers and others.&nbsp; The walls are heavily tagged and the place is littered with trash.&nbsp; Ever since Miles posted the photo, people have come forth to mention hearing things.&nbsp; Some even saying they saw it.&nbsp; Always at night.

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A few people have said their friends straight up vanished.&nbsp; Went out solo to get high and get away from their life for a while and now they're just gone.&nbsp; I'd call bullshit but a few visits to the site on the first video in the series showed the parties cut back.&nbsp; I only saw some homeless guy hanging around and I bounced before it got too late.&nbsp; I wanted to come back with the new streaming gear so I could try this live.&nbsp; For the views.

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"As the sun begins its descent to the horizon," I intone - I really spent a while thinking up my lines.&nbsp; "We begin our journey to Brightview Bay.&nbsp; And the waiting... beast."

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I grab the headband carefully so I don't disorientate my viewers.&nbsp; It settles gently against my head, just over my ears until I tighten the band.&nbsp; Finally, I place my laptop and hotspot into my bag, sling it over my shoulder and leave.&nbsp;

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And then I curse myself because I didn't clean up my apartment.&nbsp; My viewers (and my mom, dammit!) get a good look at old take out boxes and my overflowing trash can before I pick up the pace to fast walk outside.

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As I'm driving, I glance around.&nbsp; Traffic isn't too bad.&nbsp; The bottom of the sun is nearly touching the horizon and-

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"Son of a bitch!" I yell as another car crosses the median, nearly sideswiping me.&nbsp; "Look where you're going, you stupid fuck-!"

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"Uh," I mumble, suddenly remembering I'm still streaming.&nbsp; "I'll pause the stream here and resume when I'm on location.&nbsp; Stay tuned, viewers!"

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Reaching up, I click the off button before sinking back against my seat.&nbsp; I keep forgetting about the headband.&nbsp; The stream is archived automatically online for people to watch and now they can see my apartment and watch me lose my cool on the road.&nbsp; I really, really need to get my shit together if I want this to take off.

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The highway eventually exits to a side road that leads to a gravel road.&nbsp; Seagulls cry far in the distance before roosting on a rusted container ship listing heavily in the bay.&nbsp; I still remember the mayor talking about revitalizing the area and the arguments back and forth about the raise in taxes.&nbsp; Looks like opponents were right.&nbsp; The area is still dead and the mayor's being investigated.&nbsp; Misuse of funds or something.&nbsp; I lost interest after a while.

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No cars are on the road with me and I don't see any by the unfinished construction.&nbsp; There also aren't any fires going so there's no parties again tonight.&nbsp; Glancing up as I park on the unmarked lot nearby, I notice the sun half-hidden behind the rolling hills to the west.&nbsp; I should still have plenty of light for clean video.

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Taking a deep breath, I turn my camera back on and give it a moment to reconnect.

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"Welcome," I say while looking at the single level skeleton of the office building.&nbsp; "To Brightview Bay."

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Grabbing my backpack, I open the car's door and step outside.&nbsp; I sling the backpack over my shoulder smoothly and then clip the chest strap to hold it in place.&nbsp; It's a warm night and the air is calm but I can still smell the pungent odor of the bay.&nbsp; The overpowering stench of rotten fish is strong enough to make me wonder why people even come here.

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"Here we go," I tell my viewers. "As I approach, I see the area is empty.&nbsp; Could this really be where the beast stalks his prey?&nbsp; If so, the area is ripe with opportunity.&nbsp; Social outcasts gather here during the night to satiate their dark desires."

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_Is that too hammy?_ I wonder, frowning while I try to remember the lines I'd put together.&nbsp; It sounded good when I was writing it but now that I'm saying it out loud and on the stream, it sounds too melodramatic.&nbsp; Dammit.

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Broken slabs jut up from the parking lot.&nbsp; The entire area is dotted with concrete columns showing exposed rebar.&nbsp; A huge pile of rubble lies in the corner.

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Movement draws my eye.&nbsp; I gasp and then hide behind a column until I remember I'm streaming.

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"Someone is here," I whisper.&nbsp; And then I remember what I'm doing.&nbsp; "Or **_something_**.&nbsp; Almost all of the accounts say the beast shows itself at nightfall.&nbsp; The sun is beginning to set so this could very well be the creature.&nbsp; Now I'll slowly make my way toward the site to get a good look at what we're dealing with."

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I crouch, hands against the floor and then shuffle forward.&nbsp; I'm feeling a little bit nervous.&nbsp; God.&nbsp; I should've peed before I left.&nbsp; Dammit.&nbsp; I have **_got_** to start planning better.

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"There has been no other physical evidence of the beast," I continue.&nbsp; "The police refuse to investigate despite two of the people I interviewed saying they went to law enforcement over their missing friends.&nbsp; The picture Miles took was focused on his girlfriend.&nbsp; They only noticed the creature when it was posted on social media and their followers pointed it out.&nbsp; Some think it's a shadow but others say they see the shoulders and jaw of a misshapen, hideous creature.&nbsp; Today we- there!&nbsp; I see it!"

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More movement.&nbsp; I drop to the ground.&nbsp; I'm wearing a black long-sleeved athletic shirt with loose black jogging pants in case I need to haul ass.&nbsp; My backpack is black and I covered the gray highlights with electrical tape.&nbsp; Lying on the ground, I should be well hidden.

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Wait.&nbsp; What color are my shoes?&nbsp; I strain and look back and- dammit!&nbsp; Bright fucking red!&nbsp; Aw shit!&nbsp; And now my subscribers are probably wondering what the hell I'm doing.&nbsp; Focus!&nbsp; Focus!

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"It looks like a false alarm," I sigh. "It's just a homeless person."

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It's the same guy I spotted before but I don't want to tell my readers that I scoped the place out before.&nbsp; I feel like it'll make everything seemed staged.

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The guy is pacing back and forth, scratching at his shaggy hair.&nbsp; I can't pick out details from the distance but he doesn't seem old.&nbsp; Has a beard, as brown as his hair and he's wearing an old, stained trench coat that comes down to his ankles.&nbsp; He's barefoot.&nbsp; Pacing nonstop and yanking at his hair.

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A warm breeze flows over me as I start to crawl forward but I freeze when the man jerks to a stop.&nbsp; He turns slowly towards me but I carefully tilt my head down to hide the camera's light.&nbsp; Glancing up with my head down I see him stare over my shoulder before he resumes pacing.

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I have to make a decision.&nbsp; Do I keep going and see if the bum draws out the supposed beast or do I call it a night and try again?&nbsp; I didn't come here to stream some crazy guy's meth-fueled antics but I also don't want to fold and go home with nothing.&nbsp; So, I decide to play it up.

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"With reports of people vanishing," I whisper as loudly as I dare.&nbsp; "The homeless person risks a fatal, uh, fate.&nbsp; I have my phone in a pocket of my backpack, ready to call the police at a moment's notice.&nbsp; Stay tuned as I continue surveillance."

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There's a pillar ahead, just to my left.&nbsp; I crawl along my stomach as slowly as possible while angling toward it.&nbsp; The homeless person, who I decide to name Bob, shouts loudly with his fist raised to the sky.&nbsp; Is he crying?&nbsp; It almost looks like he's crying.&nbsp; Sobbing, really.

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Just as I reach the column, the man lowers himself to his knees before bending forward to touch his forehead to the ground.&nbsp; He leans further, grabbing his coat to pull it open as he raises his chest and leans back onto his heels.&nbsp; The jacket falls to the ground around him, leaving him completely naked.

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The dude's jacked.&nbsp; I can see his muscles flexing as curls forward to slam his fist against the ground.&nbsp; He slaps and grabs his thigh while rocking back and forth.&nbsp; I crouch behind the column as his hand raises from his thigh but he slaps it down again and the sound echoes in the open area.

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He grunts and shakes and his hand trembles.&nbsp; Raising slowly.

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To his very large, very erect cock.

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"Jesus!" I whisper, turning my head just enough so he's out of sight from the camera.&nbsp; What the hell is this dude's problem?

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He grabs his dick hard and leans back, mouth open in ecstasy as he starts to pump himself.&nbsp;

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Now what the hell am I supposed to do?&nbsp; The crazy man is over there, grunting as he tugs himself.&nbsp; I hear him yell something but I can't make it out.&nbsp; Dude's just going to town and- damn, yeah, there he goes.

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Uh.&nbsp; And still goes.&nbsp; That's, okay, that's fucking gross but, Jesus, that's a lot of sperm.&nbsp; Just flinging out, covering the ground and wall in front of him.&nbsp; And he's not stopping.&nbsp; He's still hard, still pulling and tugging and grunting. And-

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Wait.

&nbsp;

Hold up.

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There's hair on his back.&nbsp; It wasn't there a second ago.&nbsp; He's got his side to me but turned just enough that I see his back.&nbsp; He's pale as shit but there's dark brown-

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It's spreading.&nbsp; No way.&nbsp; No **_fucking_** way.

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The man howls and he cums again.&nbsp; If anything, there's more of it.&nbsp; Thick ropes of white cum lancing out as he orgasms again.&nbsp; And still going!&nbsp;

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I'm- okay, shit.&nbsp; His cock is bigger.&nbsp; The tip is well past his fist.&nbsp; I can barely make it out from where I'm standing but another howl, piercingly loud, makes me look at his face.&nbsp; It's longer!&nbsp; Jesus Fucking Christ!

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"I've- I've found the beast!" I whisper loudly.&nbsp; I turn back to face the homeless man so the camera can see him.&nbsp; Fur waves freely along the man's thick shoulders.&nbsp; "It's the homeless man from before!&nbsp; He's a werewolf!"

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I look into the sky but I only see a crescent moon in the clear sky.

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"Or- or- or something like it!" I tell my subscribers.&nbsp; "I'm sorry about the- Fuck!&nbsp; That's the third time he's- sorry, sorry mom, if you're still watching."

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The man goes to one hand, his left, while still pumping himself with his right.&nbsp; I see the curve of a tail growing just over his ass cheek.&nbsp; His body seems to be straining against his skin.&nbsp; His calves are enormous and he's snapping at the air with his weird, hairless muzzle.&nbsp; Still grunting but it's more like a growl now.

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"Fuck fuck fuck," I say out loud.&nbsp;

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I didn't really expect to find anything.&nbsp; Not **_really_** , despite my intentions.&nbsp; My girlfriend teased me about it and my parents thought I was wasting money but everyone's got a thing.&nbsp; And I wanted out of it.&nbsp; Out of my boring life.&nbsp; To do something unusual and out of the routine.

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Now, faced with this creature-

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The man turns to me and then snarls.&nbsp; I gasp, flattening myself against the cement block while reaching back to try to grab my phone.

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"I'm going to call the police," I whisper.&nbsp; My hand finds the right pocket and I slowly pull the zipper while turning to peek around the corner.

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It's gone.

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It's fucking gone.

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I feel like I have to throw up.&nbsp; It was huge and now it's vanished and could be anywhere!

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The wind shifts and I smell him.&nbsp; It.&nbsp; Whichever.&nbsp; He smells strongly like he hasn't washed but it's mixed with other things.&nbsp; Sweat, sex and a strange dog smell.

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I wish I could say I nimbly jumped out of the way but, instead, I turn, see him rearing back a gigantic arm and I just collapse as the swing misses me.&nbsp;

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Pain explodes along my face as shards of concrete hit me like buckshot.&nbsp; Terror grabs a handhold on my spine and I roll.&nbsp; He lunges at me but misses again as I bolt upright and run.

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The creature howls and my mouth goes dry.&nbsp; It sounds like he's right behind me as I reach the edge of the office building.

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My brain tells me it can feel his breath on my neck but I'm too afraid to look.&nbsp; And then, I do and I miss a step as I realize he's within arm's reach.&nbsp; His massive, furred arm's reach.&nbsp; I fall face first with a scream as he swipes at me again. &nbsp;My momentum propels me and I slide along the ground on my already torn cheek as the building rumbles behind me.&nbsp;

Fate, or God, smiles upon me as the fragile structure collapses and the creature yips in pain.&nbsp; Adrenaline is riding my body hard enough that I don't feel any pain.&nbsp; With the creature pinned, I jump and run for the nearest cover:&nbsp; the old container ship.

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I take the first opening in the hull and blindly run through the maze of ramps and stairs and rooms until I feel like I'm hidden far enough away to take stock of the situation.&nbsp; Collapsing back against the wall, I gasp for air and then hiss at the stinging pain on my face.&nbsp; As carefully as I can, I touch my cheek and wince at the open wounds.&nbsp; It's not blood that covers my face, though.&nbsp; Or at least not only blood.&nbsp; The skin is slick and I wipe at it with the back of my hand to look.

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But then I lick my lips and taste saltiness.&nbsp; Cum.&nbsp; I've tasted my own before through the natural course of sex.&nbsp; I know what it tastes like and the image of the man masturbating fills my mind.

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I gag and lean over to vomit but nothing comes out.&nbsp; My stomach roils while I wipe at my cheek with my sweat-soaked sleeve.&nbsp; The pain from my cuts are intense but I just want him off of me.&nbsp; His cum.&nbsp; Soaked into my skin.&nbsp; Filling my nose with his scent.

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With a grunt, I grab at my crotch as my own cock begins to unfold and harden.&nbsp; My heart is pounding and I lick my lips, tasting him again despite cleaning myself.&nbsp; Another lick and the tip of my tongue brushes my nostrils.

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My blood is pumping.&nbsp; I can't believe I survived.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; I groan, squeezing myself as I pant against the wall.&nbsp; Feeling all the stresses and hormones releasing through my body at the narrow escape.&nbsp; I've never felt so alive! What a fucking rush!&nbsp; I'd never had the balls to try skydiving or anything but, if this is what it feels like after, I'll sign up.

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"Fuck, yes," I grunt again, looking down at my exposed cock.&nbsp; I'm aching with the need to empty myself.&nbsp; The pain is pinching and throbbing deep within my balls.&nbsp; And the smell!

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I breathe deeply while leaning forward and lick at myself.&nbsp; My long tongue brushes the head of my cock but it's not enough so I lean back, groaning and pulling at my sweaty shirt as it clings to my body.&nbsp; Rolling my head while stroking myself.&nbsp;

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My shirt tears but I feel a slicing pain around my torso.&nbsp; I'm constricted.&nbsp; Squeezed.&nbsp; I look down my body to see the backpack's chest strap pulled tight.&nbsp; The black plastic buckle is white with tension and it's straining under my bulk.

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I snap at the air while kicking my feet against the ground and the buckle snaps.&nbsp; Release!

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Muscles line my chest and I claw at my belly while still pumping myself.&nbsp; Reaching down to cup my balls.

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"Jenny," I moan, licking at my lips and nose.&nbsp; Feeling the pulsing, burning pressure at my temples as I think of my girlfriend.&nbsp; "Fucking.&nbsp; Wish you were.&nbsp; Here.&nbsp; Riding me.&nbsp; Riding my dick.&nbsp; Spreading your ass.&nbsp; Licking your throat and tits while you bounce on me.&nbsp; Fuck!"

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Tiny points of pain prick my balls.&nbsp; I pull my hands away but, god, I'm so fucking horny that I reach back down to masturbate myself.&nbsp; My palm feels rough as it drags against my dick.&nbsp; With each stroke, the skin surrounding my throbbing cock loosens.&nbsp;

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Calluses form on my hand, along my palm and bottoms of my fingers.&nbsp; I can't stop.&nbsp; More loose skin.&nbsp; Pulling it up and over the head of my cock as thin hairs began to cover it.

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I yelp on the downstroke as my fist pounds a thick line of skin connecting the base of my cock to my belly.&nbsp; My free hand is digging into my thigh, kneading at the flesh and I don't even notice as my nail beds bulge and then break away to expose the tips of dark claws.&nbsp;

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My thighs are smooth.&nbsp; Hard as marble.&nbsp; I feel muscle shifting beneath and I look down.

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The orgasm surprises me and I jack-knife, pushing at my pulsing cock as the line of skin pulls it down against my belly.&nbsp;

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I shout.&nbsp; But it's not a shout.&nbsp; It's a howl.&nbsp; Pure and loud and sharp enough that my ears flex back against my skull.

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I'm left panting as hot cum covers my stomach, chest and face.&nbsp;

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Looking down again, I see stubble on my torso.&nbsp; I frown at it because I've always been smooth.&nbsp; Never been able to grow a beard or chest hair or anything.&nbsp; Now I'm covered in it.&nbsp; I see the white cum covering me moving as hairs pierce my skin to tangle with my own spunk.&nbsp;

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"This isn't right," I growl, looking at my wide hands.&nbsp; I turn it over to see dark padding.&nbsp; When I reach to touch it, my eyes widen at the sight of the huge curved claws arching over my fingers.&nbsp; "Oh fuck!&nbsp; Fuck!"

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I stand, panting, heart pounding as I stare at myself.&nbsp; As I realize what I've been doing.&nbsp; At the sight and smell of my own cum lining my body.&nbsp;

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Oh god.&nbsp; I'm still streaming.&nbsp; Everyone- everyone saw that.&nbsp;

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"No!" I growl, clawing at the headband.&nbsp; I can feel my thick ears and the bare skin around my padding brushes against the fur lining them.&nbsp; The straps come apart at the slightest touch of my claws and I grab the camera, flinging it away.&nbsp; It tumbles until it comes to a rest.

Facing me.

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Everyone still connected can see me.&nbsp; Can see my naked body.&nbsp; My still-hard cock, begging for attention.&nbsp; I look down to see it.&nbsp; To see the sheath at the base of it.&nbsp; Covered in brown and black fur.&nbsp;

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While I watch, the sheath moves.&nbsp; It pulls back and I can't look away as two lumps emerge on either side of my dick.&nbsp; The pressure of them hurts so bad that I fall to my knees while grinding my sharpened teeth together.&nbsp; My sheath continues to stretch back as my knot forms, red and angry and swollen.

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And needy.&nbsp; I go to one hand as the homeless man had before, reaching under to stroke myself.&nbsp; I flex my back as my spine pops and I growl at the camera.&nbsp; My body lengthens when the sound of wet fireworks exploding in the summer air.&nbsp; I groan, straining as my neck reddens and veins stand out against my flesh.&nbsp; Working through the pain of growth.

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I feel the bones cracking in my cheeks.&nbsp; I see my nose as my face lengthens.&nbsp; I watch it, panting, tongue hanging low as the skin darkens along the bridge of my nose until the bridge merges with my muzzle.&nbsp;

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I snarl at the camera, drool and sweat dripping from my lips.

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"You watching Jenny?" I growl, the words harsh in my throat.&nbsp; "I'd fuck you on all fours.&nbsp; Just like this.&nbsp; Jenny.&nbsp; Come here.&nbsp; Now!&nbsp; Fucking bitch!&nbsp; I need your wet hole to fuck and fill with my cum.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Take you raw until you bleed from the size of me and beg for more, you fucking whore.&nbsp; Make you lick my cum off the floor on all fours like the fucking bitch you are."

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I can't stop the words pouring from my lips.&nbsp; My head is hot and confused and the blood is pounding through me.&nbsp; I can't think past the need to fuck.&nbsp; I can't-&nbsp; It's not-

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My claws bite into the metal flooring as I pound into the ground.&nbsp; It feels good to claw.&nbsp; To strain my changing muscles.&nbsp; To tear.&nbsp; To feel the pull.&nbsp; The pain in my fingers and joints as the sound of screeching metal fills the air.

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Another sound echoes through the old ship.&nbsp; I grunt and slow my pace.&nbsp; Hairs grow from my brow, creeping down my face as pinpricks of gold appear in my irises.&nbsp; Colors are shifting in my sight.&nbsp; The metal seems darker while the moss growing in patches around the room stand out in a strange green color I've never seen before.

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I hear a cautious tick-tick-tick-tick and I know he's searching for me, even as I fruitlessly scent the air for him.&nbsp; I want to cum again.&nbsp; I need it so badly that I ache deep in my guts but I hear his claws against metal and I growl.&nbsp; I feel the skin of my ears sliding against my scalp.&nbsp; The fur covering them tangles with my hair until the pointed tips emerge and twitch.&nbsp; Searching for him.

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Standing, I take a step and then growl again, quietly.&nbsp; I grab my pants with both huge, clawed hands and pull.&nbsp; My biceps bulge beneath scattered patches of fur and the cotton fabric parts like wet paper.&nbsp; I fling it down the hallway with the hope that the scent will confuse the other wolf.&nbsp; Man.&nbsp; The other man.&nbsp;

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As I walk past the forgotten camera, I feel twinges of pain along my belly.&nbsp; I lay a hand against it, clawing through the tangled curls of fur as tiny, useless teats begin to form.&nbsp; The sensation of my leathery pads rubbing against the small nubs sends pleasurable shivers down my spine.&nbsp; I almost stop to touch myself again but **_he's_** here, somewhere.

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I can smell him now.&nbsp; His scent.&nbsp; Powerful.&nbsp; Older.&nbsp; It wafts through the narrow corridors as our sounds bounce around the ship.&nbsp; He sounds like he's coming from everywhere.

&nbsp;

An irritating tickle forms between my shoulders but I ignore it.&nbsp; I feel drops of sweat roll down my back in the suffocating heat of the ship.&nbsp; More fall but are stopped short by the hair emerging from my wide, powerful back.

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He's close!&nbsp; New instincts force me to all fours and I look back at my feet when they begin to ache.&nbsp; My feet are constrained.&nbsp; I kick back as quietly as I can but the- the- shoes!&nbsp; Shoes are still on my feet.&nbsp; Shoes, that's what they are.

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I growl quietly and a thought forms.&nbsp; A whispering thought of my old self.&nbsp; Crafty.&nbsp; I pull my feet under my body one at a time to slice through the odd things wrapping my paws.&nbsp; And then I'm free.

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What was it?&nbsp; What was I to do?&nbsp; The voice comes again, fainter now.&nbsp; I grab one of the things, crouch low to the ground and throw.&nbsp; It slams against the wall and rebounds.

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The other wolf crashes through a gap in the wall in front of me.&nbsp; I leap for him, clawed arms out and my lips back to bare my fangs.&nbsp; Colliding with him, snarling and snapping.&nbsp; He rolls, slamming back against me and something crunches in my lower back.&nbsp; Rolling further, I feel hot pain above my ass as nerves connect to a forming tail.

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I'm above him and my cock is buried in his fur, next to his thick tail.&nbsp; He's biting and clawing with his feet but the remnants of the voice whisper still and I have my arms locked under his armpits with my paws laced against the nape of his neck.

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Rubbing against his soft fur feels good.&nbsp; I hold him tight and my jaw closes around the back of his neck but he struggles until I bite harder, threatening to break his spine until he calms himself.

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As I pull myself back, hungry and hard for release, he growls and struggles again.&nbsp; He twists, trying to roll me but the corridor is narrow and I brace my foot against the wall.&nbsp; My toes are pounding, hot and aching as muscles pull tendon and bone, widening my feet to handle my larger frame.

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I taste blood and bite harder.&nbsp; He growls but goes limp beneath me.&nbsp; The rounded head of my cock rubs against his swollen asshole it.&nbsp; Back and forth, back and forth.&nbsp; I press into him and he shakes.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

It hurts so bad.&nbsp; My blood is up and every base, animalistic desire is screaming in my mind.&nbsp; Kill.&nbsp; Mate.&nbsp; Eat.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Pushing again, I feel my cock strain.&nbsp; My head is reshaping.&nbsp; Pulling back into a pointed tip that slips into his asshole.&nbsp; He growls and shakes but I hold him tight as I begin pushing into him.&nbsp; Dry until I feel him bleed.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

I moan, instinctively licking the fur of his neck as I pull back and then enter him again.&nbsp;

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Back and forth, back and forth and his asshole slowly begins to open to me as his own wolf recognizes the slowly budding pleasure of it.&nbsp; The undeniable need to sate an urge.&nbsp; He shoves back, biting off a yelp as I press deeper into him.

&nbsp;

He relaxes by seconds and I begin to feel the building sensation of my orgasm as his tight asshole clenches against my bulging, swollen red cock.&nbsp; I release my hold on his neck and neither of us notice as we lose ourselves in the pleasure of our rut.

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The other wolf raises his ass when my knot presses against him.&nbsp; I barely feel the brush of fur against my ass as my tail grows.&nbsp; It's wagging slowly behind me until it's long enough to lift into a curve.&nbsp; He's got a paw under himself, grabbing his own cock and I feel the motion of it while he pumps himself hard.&nbsp; He's grunting and growling and groaning but all I know is my own release.&nbsp; Taunting me.

&nbsp;

The bulge of my knot enters him and he howls.&nbsp; I smell his cum and it drives me into a frenzy, forcing me to pound into him, harder and harder until he almost takes my knot.&nbsp; Grabbing the back of his neck, I force him down and he goes, still masturbating despite the cum leaking from his dick.

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My claws rake his back as I finally cum, filling him with my hot seed.&nbsp; It spurts back at me and down the dense fur of his thigh.&nbsp; He howls again and I join him this time until I'm drained.

&nbsp;

Static fills both of our ears as our loud cries die down.&nbsp; An electronic beep is followed by the harsh crackle of more static and faint voices.

&nbsp;

I step back and feel the cold of the floor on my bare feet.&nbsp; I scuff the soles of my feet against the floor, scraping the ground with my heavy claws while scratching the itch of the forming pads.&nbsp; My ears stand up straight and then rotate as the voice calls out again.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

We wordlessly separate and I **_let_** him take the lead, filling the ship with the smell of our mixed scents.&nbsp; I follow, sniffing occasionally until we're out in the open.&nbsp; I search for her - the Moon and I see her curved elegance casting brilliant pure light upon the world.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

The two people are highlighted in my golden eyes.&nbsp; A chaotic tapestry of scents, natural and manmade surround them and I pick out other prey beyond them.&nbsp; Small animals.&nbsp; Birds.&nbsp; Hidden trails not yet gone cold.&nbsp; But it's the two of them that draw my attention.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

Her, specifically.&nbsp; I scent the air, rubbing the tip of my cock until the other wolf begins to move.&nbsp; We circle wide and low, out of their line of sight as they call out once more.&nbsp; My tail is down and I creep through grass, eyes intent on my prey.&nbsp; We approach, watching for them to notice us but their senses are dull.

&nbsp;

The woman's black skin absorbs the moonlight.&nbsp; I'm close enough to taste her and my teeth ache to feel her flesh.&nbsp; To take her.

&nbsp;

On silent, padded paws, the other wolf strikes, taking down the male.&nbsp; I jump half a second later and my ears ring as the flash of fire and sound of thunder erupt from the female's hand.&nbsp; I snarl and strike, hearing the bones in her hand break as something flies away from her grip.&nbsp; She screams and my teeth sink into her shoulder, tasting her blood.

&nbsp;

I feel her go limp beneath me as I tear at her clothing, ripping through her belt and pants until her sex is exposed.&nbsp; She doesn't move as I press into her, forcing my way in with sharp, hard thrusts.

&nbsp;

The wolf beside me is feasting on his kill.&nbsp; The fresh smell of bloody meat rumbles my stomach but I need another release before I kill the female.&nbsp; She tears when my knot slams against her lips.&nbsp; Her blood is sharp and thick and heady and it drives me wild.

&nbsp;

I smell it happen before I see it.&nbsp; The beast taking her soul.&nbsp; The other wolf's blood still covers my cock and my own cum is soaked into me.&nbsp; It mixes with her.&nbsp; Infects her.&nbsp; Consumes her.&nbsp; She groans beneath me and pushes back before her eyes flutter open.

&nbsp;

The woman screams, trying to pull away but I smell her sweet juices flood her sex as dark hairs emerge from her swelling pussy lips.&nbsp; She grunts, clawing at the ground while cursing me in her human language but I see her rounded ears flex backwards as she reaches a hand beneath herself.

&nbsp;

There will be more prey beside the female.&nbsp; The night is young and we will hunt together for fresh kills.

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&nbsp;

I wake, sore and naked with the sharp tang of blood on my lips and mouth.

&nbsp;

The night before is hazy.&nbsp; My thoughts are scattered.&nbsp; They twist away when I try to focus on them so I just turn and back up against the wall.&nbsp; I hear muted voices and distant traffic and it slowly comes to me that I'm in an alley.

&nbsp;

In the city.

&nbsp;

I don't remember how I got here.&nbsp; I was-

&nbsp;

"The beast," I whisper and my dry throat burns.&nbsp; I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then lick the blood clean before I realize what I'm doing.

&nbsp;

Powerful stomach muscles clench and I turn to the side to puke.&nbsp; I force myself to look away from what comes up.

&nbsp;

I can only remember flashes of emotion.&nbsp; Anger.&nbsp; Lust.&nbsp; Hunger.&nbsp; I vaguely remember the ship.&nbsp; And the creature hunting me but I can't even remember how I got to the ship.&nbsp; The memories are there but faint yet.

&nbsp;

"Jenny," I gasp, standing and then leaning against the brick wall behind me.&nbsp; "Need to get to her."

&nbsp;

A sudden image of Jenny on all fours, naked and panting explodes in my mind.&nbsp; I growl and squeeze the base of my cock.&nbsp; It's growing erect by I push at it and shove at the image.&nbsp; Instead, I think of her smiling, concerned face.

&nbsp;

I need clothes.&nbsp; I need to find out exactly where I am.&nbsp; I hold my arms out in front of me.&nbsp; I feel off.&nbsp; Like I'm in someone else's body.&nbsp; I flex and hard lines rise to show dense muscles beneath thick hair.&nbsp; My pecs and abs make me look like I was sculpted by a Greek artist trying to carve the perfect male specimen.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

My body hums with coiled power.&nbsp; A flash of the night before hits me.&nbsp; A struggle.&nbsp; Tearing at something.&nbsp; My lips curl back and my throat rumbles with the hint of a growl.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

The urge to hit fills me.&nbsp; To strike and tear and rip and bite rises in my chest until I nearly charge into traffic to tackle the first person I find.&nbsp; I force it down but I still feel the adrenaline rush of it.

&nbsp;

I stalk carefully, scenting the air with my dull nose.

&nbsp;

And, in my mind, Jenny's concerned face softens as she grabs my cock.&nbsp; Fur grows on her face as she whines for it.&nbsp; I push it away again as my cock throbs painfully.

&nbsp;

_She'll understand,_ I tell myself as I hide behind a dumpster until an older woman passes on the street.&nbsp; Tiny hairs lift at the back of my neck.&nbsp;_She'll have to.&nbsp; I'll **make** her understand.&nbsp; She'll see what it's like.&nbsp; She'll know.&nbsp; She'll understand._

_&nbsp;_

Even as I think of her, I smell the **_other_**.&nbsp; Another female.&nbsp; Woman.&nbsp; Not female.&nbsp; Woman.&nbsp; Her scent on me.&nbsp; A flash of an emotion.&nbsp; My cock hardens further and I flex my hands open and closed, open and closed.&nbsp; Like I'm remembering the feel of soft flesh beneath them.&nbsp; Fur and flesh.&nbsp; I could find her again.&nbsp; A part of me wants to.&nbsp; To pull her close and keep her close.&nbsp; With me.&nbsp; And Jenny.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

And the homeless man?&nbsp; I pause in the alley as I consider him.&nbsp; He feels, well, safe?&nbsp; Not safe but I'm not worried about him for some reason.&nbsp; I feel like I should find him.&nbsp; Talk to him.

&nbsp;

Who **_was_** the other woman?

&nbsp;

Black fur.&nbsp; I remember it.&nbsp; A tree.&nbsp; Claws dug into the tree.&nbsp; Mating.&nbsp; It's all just flashes.

&nbsp;

I move and my small tongue circles my bloody lips, cleaning them until my stomach growls in hunger.&nbsp; And then I orient myself while searching for men roughly my size.&nbsp; I flex my strong hands and then smile when I spot a casually dressed man walking without paying attention to his surroundings.&nbsp;

&nbsp;

_So much prey in the city_, I think as I begin stalking the man.&nbsp; _Jenny.&nbsp; I'll show her.&nbsp; She'll understand._

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