Lykan Invasion 3: Adaptation
#3 of Lykan Invasion
Lykan Invasion 3: Adaptation
**Target: Andrew Sheehan
Method: Clothing
Integration State: 0%**
Coach Shepherd was supposed to be ex-military. A Sergeant or something before he left for family matters. No one knew what those 'family matters' were nor was anyone willing to ask. All they knew was that Shepherd was a good guy. Looked out for his kids. All of them. Athletic or non-athletic.
Andrew Sheehan was fell into the non-athletic category.
He had been scrawny his entire life. 'Pencil thin' was what most people called him mostly in reference to almost cherry-red hair that made him look like one of those pencils with a rubber tip at the end. The freckles on his cheeks only help to supplement the torment.
Oh, and the dodge balls that he caught... with his face.
Lots of them.
This was the third time this year that Shepherd had to pull Andy into his office because he was being used as target practice by the other guys. Even the girls were picking on him. It wasn't that Andy was timid. He had lots of friends. His best friends were Shaun Jamison and David Delacroix. Shaun was on the varsity baseball team for their high school and Dave was on the track team. They were both incredibly popular and most people couldn't fathom why they would hang out with a shrimp like Andy.
"Okay, son," Coach Shepherd sighed, running a huge hand down his face. Andy couldn't believe just how big the coach was. 'Tank' barely described him. The muscles all over his body were built like iron and - though Andy was a little ashamed to admit it - he was a little jealous of the Coach's package. It was seriously enormous.
The only thing Andy didn't like about Coach Shepherd was he stank. He wasn't sure if it was just how the Coach naturally smelled or if he just never took a shower but there was an odour that hung around him that reminded Andy of wet dog.
"Let's see how bad it is..." Shepherd said.
Andy winced as he turned around and exposed his back to Coach Shepherd. The titanic teacher who was pushing seven feet, bent over to Andy's squat five foot four and winced as he pulled the back of Andy's shirt over the student's head.
"Got you bad this time, didn't they?"
"Yeah..." Andy winced. "They were brutal."
"Ergh... Does this hurt?"
Andy yelped as the Coach prodded a particularly sensitive spot.
"Can't have you going off home like this, Andy. And your gym shirt is all ruined..." Shepherd reached behind his desk and pulled out a shirt that stank just like the coach. "Here... use this until you get your old one washed. You can sit the rest of the class out."
Andy took the shirt and frowned at it. The shirt was about ten times his size. It could definitely fit Coach Shepherd but no way it could fit him. But he wasn't about to turn down the Coach's good graces. "Thanks Coach."
He spent the rest of the class sitting idly by on the bench, wincing with every movement. He sincerely hoped his dad wouldn't be home tonight. Or his younger brother Marcus for that matter... It'd be hard explaining why he was bleeding slightly and bruised all over...
... not to mention his dad - who was a major sports buff would give him hell for being beaten so much.
Well... It really couldn't get any worse.
When you're at the bottom of the rung, there's only up left to go.
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**Target: Shaun Jamison
Method: Collar
Integration State: 5%**
Shaun grunted as he sat himself down in booth opposite to his two best friends, Andy and David Delacroix. It was after school and, like every day, they always went to the milk bar opposite the school to their usual spot and ordered their usual drinks. He was feeling terribly uncomfortable especially with the thick, leather collar around his neck.
"Dude, what's with the leather?" David asked, pointing at the black collar.
"Coach says I need to start feeling the 'pack mentality'," Shaun muttered, running a finger around the inside of the collar to loosen it a little. It was terribly chafing and itchy. "He's got everyone on the team wearing one. Makes us feel 'at one' with one another or something."
"Totally Zen, man," Andy chuckled. "Coach Jumper is so weird."
"I'd prefer to have Coach Shepherd," Shaun said, pulling off the collar. A strange sense of nudity flooded him but he shook it off. "Hey, where'd you get the new shirt?"
Andy shrugged. "Coach Shepherd loaned it to me. You know how my dad is when it comes to 'sports injuries'."
All three of them knew.
It always felt like they were belittling Andy whenever they went to the thin red-head's house. Andy's dad just went nuts over Shaun and Dave because they were better at sports than Andy. The typical 'couch coach' so to speak. It didn't help that the guy came home constantly drunk. Poor Andy was constantly compared to other students and great sportsmen. It was a wonder how he managed to not turn into a world-hating emo who cut himself constantly because his father didn't love him.
"How was track for you, Dave?" Andy asked, changing the subject.
David shrugged, his wavy, jet-black hair billowing like a banner whenever he moved. Both Andy and Shaun rolled their eyes. Dave didn't do it on purpose but it seemed like the universe was constantly conspiring to make the guy look like some sort of supermodel. Just the slightest breeze or the moment the sun peeks out behind the clouds always put Dave in the 'perfect' scene for a photo to be taken.
Needless to say, Dave was good looking.
If Shaun were gay...
Shaun shook the thought out of his head, wondering where that had originated from.
Dave pulled out a drink bottle and set it in front of them. "Wild Dog gave this to me."
'Wild Dog' was the name of Coach Maxton, the Head Coach and the guy that looked after the football and track teams. Apparently, he was ex-military as well. All the coaches were. It was a little scary but all the presumptions they'd be drilled like soldiers were banished when it turns out each of them was pretty damn cool.
Hell, rumour has it someone actually caught Coach Shepherd and Coach Jumper making out in the locker rooms at one point.
Shaun didn't neve notice he was slightly aroused by that thought until Dave began talking again.
"It's some super-salty sports drink," Dave said, sticking his tongue out at it. "You know how salt retains water, right? Well, this is meant to help me run marathons or something." He shook his head. "Tastes terrible, though."
And yet, despite those words, Dave took a swing of it, gagging at the taste.
"Why do you keep drinking it then?" Andy asked.
"I've got the big track meet coming up!" Dave announced, grinning broadly and flashing his perfect, straight, white teeth.
Again, Shaun and Andy rolled their eyes.
Picture perfect... again.
"Dude, you know that stuff is bad for you if you drink it all the time, right?" Shaun said.
"Well, I'm washing it down with a blueberry milkshake so it evens out!"
The three friends proceeded to finish off their respective milkshakes. When they were done, they paid for their own drinks and bid each other farewell.
As Shaun started to head home, he remembered the collar he had shoved into his pockets. His neck felt awfully bare without it. No one else was around and, what the hell, it was for the team. He pulled it out and slipped it back around his neck, feeling the comforting security of the leather against his neck and a strange sense of belonging flood his system.
**Target: David Arthur Delacroix
Method: Drink
Integration State: 14%**
Normally, Dave didn't run all the way back home.
But he was just feeling pumped.
Maybe it was the new drink that Wild Dog had given him or the fact that he was just so excited that he'd be running for the school next week. He couldn't wait to get home and tell his -
...
Oh, that's right.
It was only him and his older brother now. Their parents had died in a car crash just a few months. Thankfully, Clayton already had a job with a big bank and was able to support them both.
Dave really wasn't that affected. His parents were distant at best. They let him do his thing and pretended to be interested when he told them of his achievements. Clayton was a much better listener even if he was busy most of the time.
He charged through the front door, relishing the cold sweat that dripped from his skin. Grabbing the drink bottle that hung from his backpack, he took one more swing of its super-salty contents.
It wasn't so bad once you got used to it.
And it filled him with so much energy that he was practically bouncing.
"Dave? That you?"
Clayton poked his head from around the corner leading to the kitchen. He gave Dave a puzzled look.
"Yep! What's wrong?"
"You look... different."
Dave shrugged and merely grinned. "Must be this new sports drink that Wild Dog gave me! It's awesome! You wanna try some?" He offered the drink bottle to his brother who took a slight slip.
Clayton instantly made a sour face as he handed the bottle back. "Ergh... Tastes like sea salt... Smells awful too..."
Dave never noticed the smell before. He sniffed at the bottle and did detect a strong odour of... musk? Oddly, the scent stirred something in his loins.
He wasn't sure what it was but he shrugged and told his brother he just never noticed it before.
"Well, I got homework to do! I'll see you at dinner!"
**Target: Andrew Sheehan
Method: Clothing
Integration State: 26%**
His dad hadn't been home.
Only his little brother, Marcus, was and Marcus - who was just fourteen - was watching the washer clean the latest batch of vomit-soaked sheets. It never did their water bill any good to have to wash those sheets almost every day because their dad was such a drunkard.
Sighing, Andy eased himself into the bathtub, wincing as the warm water wrapped around the wounds and bruises all over his body. Sometimes, he wondered how anyone could be so cruel as to purposefully target him and continue targeting him even if he was on the ground and 'out'.
There was nothing he could really do.
Puberty had been a rip-off for him so everyone had to exert their authority over the guy that was left behind.
His heavy sigh echoed within the bathroom.
A knock came to the door.
"Andy... I'm going to bed."
"The washing done?" he called back.
"Yep."
"Okay... G'night."
"Night."
Andy glanced at the shirt that Coach Shepherd had loaned him, discarded on the floor. Thinking about the Coach and that time he had caught both Coach Shepherd and Coach Jumper making out in the locker rooms roused his loins. He had never considered himself to be sexually active but he was mesmerised as he watched the two from behind a locker unit locking lips and ripping each other's clothes off. Those mounds of muscle moving, undulating, twisting and turning made his gut do somersaults.
He realised he wanted to be part of that dance.
Coach Shepherd had always been nice to him and he wondered just what it would be like to taste those huge, ex-military muscles.
He reached over to the Coach's shirt and stared at it for a good long minute, wondering exactly what he was supposed to do with it. His brain instantly shut off after sixty seconds and he took a good, long whiff of the Coach's, heady, wet-dog smell.
A shudder racked his body and he felt light-headed.
He wasn't sure how long he just floated in the bathtub but when he finally managed to clear his mind, he pulled himself out of the bath and dried off. For a second, he paused and noticed there was a rather large spot on his arm.
It looked like a mole.
He never had that before and being dotted with freckles and fair skinned, he might have just have to get that checked out.
Without even thinking, he slipped on the Coach's shirt, a pair of red boxers and headed into his room.
Their dad hadn't come back yet.
If he didn't come stumbling in tonight, he'd be in tomorrow dragged by the police.
Andy collapsed into his bed, feeling a wave of weariness wash over him.
His eyes shut and he dreamt...
He dreamt of Shaun, Dave and Coaches Shepherd, Maxton and Jumper. But... all of them were different. Shaun looked bigger... way bigger. He was also covered in thick, grey fur... and had a wolf's head. Dave looked more like a Doberman. Shepherd was, as his name indicated, a German Shepherd while Maxton was a tall, powerfully built wolf with reddish fur. Coach Jumper was the cutest Jack Russell Terrier with a big, goofy grin on his face.
Andy wasn't sure how he recognised them... he just did.
Before his brain could register what was going on, he was running his tongue down Shepherd's godly chest, suckling on the big dog's nipples with his own muzzle and taking in that heady scent. He felt someone - he thought it was Dave - wrap their muzzle around his cock, sucking it and making him moan. Large, warm paws attached to veined, muscular arms caressed every inch of his body, massaging the muscles there and rubbing their scent all over him.
He gasped when he felt something warm and wet prod his ass. When he turned around, he found Shaun's muzzle buried deep within the folds of his furry butt. Blinking, he noticed his entire body was covered in a short layer of white fur littered with black spots. A long, thin tail wagged excitedly behind him as Shaun's hot tongue poked his ass, soaking it in his spit.
Andy moaned.
"Mount me, Shaun... Come on, man..."
Shaun complied, a goofy grin to fit Coach Jumper's on his face as he wrapped his arms around Andy's body and held them tight. Andy kissed Shaun's huge biceps. They were as big as watermelons! He traced one particular vein as it travelled up his forearm, over his bicep into his shoulder. His eyes drifted up to Shaun's gorgeous blue eyes and their lips met.
Andy shuddered as Shaun shoved that hot, steamy dick up his ass and began pounding. The sensation of having Dave suck his cock while Shaun pounded him from behind was too much to handle at once. He pulled away from Shaun's kiss and cried out with a mix of ecstasy and joy. A sense of freedom filled him, like he was spreading his wings to greet the cool, morning air.
Shaun bit down on his shoulder - a mating bite - and Andy suddenly felt complete.
**Target: David Arthur Delacroix
Method: Drink
Integration State: 47%**
Dave had purposefully avoided both Andy and Shaun the entire day.
He was scared as hell.
That dream last night where he was some sort of Doberman monster with a huge dick and even bigger muscles sucking off Andy was just so vivid and real. When all three of them had cum, the three coaches had cum with them, coating all three of them in the warm, sticky substance.
Dave awoke in the morning with his cock erect and a fresh puddle of his semen in front of him. Worse yet, he had that drink bottle with the Coach's secret energy drink in his mouth. He reasoned that that was why he had that dream of sucking Andy's cock and why it felt - and tasted - so real.
But that didn't excuse the dream.
He wasn't gay!
We went out with girls!
Tonnes of girls were lining up to go out with him!
There was no way he would be gay!
... right?
His bolted down the track, trying to fill his mind with non-gay thoughts. Focusing just on placing one foot in front of the other and not that lustful, arousing dream he had last night. Problem was, every time he made a lap, he passed Wild Dog and he was reminded of seeing them massive red wolf stroking himself.
He tried not to focus on that... tried to push it out of his brain but it wasn't working.
A whistle blew and he ground to a halt.
"That's it for today, Delacroix!" Wild Dog said, grinning as he strutted towards him.
God Wild Dog was so hot.
He was huge.
"What's gotten into you today, kid?" Wild Dog asked, placing a hand on Dave's shoulder. The sheer contact was electric.
Dave was overcome with sensations of running his tongue down Wild Dog's throat and groping that cock. He pushed them back with all his might.
"Um... Must be that drink you gave me, Coach," he replied in a slight stutter.
"Imagine that," Wild Dog replied with a grin. "You need more?"
Thinking of that salty taste and how it reminded him of Andy's cock made him hard.
"Erm... Maybe not, Coach..."
"Come on, Dave. You've got that meet in a couple of days. I need you at your best. You out lapped everyone four times today!"
That was pretty good...
"Come by my office this afternoon and I'll give you a fresh batch. In the mean time" - Coach Maxton caught Dave in a headlock - "keep up the good work."
Wild Dog released him and returned to the rest of the team.
Dave bolted away from the track, trying to hide the slight wetness in his pants. He wasn't sure how or why but the instant he caught a whiff of the coach's sweaty musk and being caught in the vice-like grip of those bulging, muscles, Dave had just lost it and came there and there. Completely hands free.
It must've been a miracle but Dave was just horrified that he had cum to Wild Dog.
He debated whether or not he should stop by Wild Dog's office in the afternoon... But then resolved that this had nothing to do with the coach. This was his problem. There was no use bringing down the rest of the team with him and losing the meet.
He'd confront Andy and Shaun this afternoon.
He'd come clean...
He'd tell them he had a dream about the being hot, muscular canines having sex...
They'd probably say he was crazy... but they were friends.
Been friends since middle school.
Something like this wouldn't break them apart, just make the bond between them grow stronger.
**Target: Shaun Jamison
Method: Collar
Integration State: 68%**
Shaun was freaked out.
Firstly, his clothes felt so much tighter than they did before and when he looked in the mirror this morning, he had packed on at least fifty pounds worth of muscle. It didn't help that the collar around his neck had stretched and that it made him look totally hot. He had lost himself that morning in the shower when he recalled the dream he had the previous night with his friends and the coaches.
Pounding Andy's ass... mating with him... making him his...
Shaun sprayed his cum straight at the bathroom mirror and panicked.
He practically ran to school, a little horrified that he hadn't been winded at all by the run. His heart was pumping hard in his chest and that reminded him of the dream when his heart was pounding a lustful beat.
He told Coach Jumper he wasn't feeling very well and couldn't make practice. Strangely, the coach just grinned and told him that was alright.
Shaun sat alone in the locker rooms, getting ready to run back home and bury himself under the sheets, hiding from the world. He wasn't sure what was happening to him but there was a part of him that wanted it to happen. The rest of him was repulsed at the fact that he had fucked Andy... even if it was just in his dream.
He was horrified when he noticed that his shorts were tented.
His first thought was to jerk off there and then.
His second was to hit the showers and cool off.
Second thought won.
He ran to a free shower stall and instantly switched on the cold water. Sure he was still in his gym clothes but he could always change and he needed to be cooled off now. A wall of icy cold water hit him, instantly killing his libido.
When Shaun was satisfied he had sufficiently resisted all temptations, he stepped out of the shower stall-
To find Coach Shepherd looming over him.
"Showering in your clothes, son? Highly irregular. What would've caused you to do something like that?"
Shaun let out a soft 'eep' as Shepherd looped a single finger into his shorts and pulled it down.
His cock bounced free into the air.
The sheer aroma of Coach Shepherd's body was blurring all his thoughts and he was spitting out half-words. Suddenly, the Coach's warm, thick lips were wrapped around Shaun's and all resistance faded. Shaun's arms lashed out and he wrapped them around the Coach's thick neck, sucking at the big man's tongue and drawing every ounce of the delicate, slick ambrosia into his mouth, swallowing it all.
All he could think of was 'Sex' and 'Andy'.
Coach Shepherd pulled away, grinning. His face was slowly becoming covered in this, brown and black fur, his face elongating into a distinct canine features. That god-like body was transforming into a titan's as the muscles rippled and expanded, tearing through the coach's shirt and shorts with ease. That same, thick fur wrapped greeted the air, the coach's odour wafting through the air and driving Shaun wild.
"Coach..." Shaun moaned as the big German Shepherd nuzzled his neck. "What's... What's happening... to... me...? Oh!"
Shepherd's tongue ran across his neck and he felt the muscles there stretch and expand.
Images flashed before his mind.
Images of a military base... a... a race of alien canines... Lykans... Betrayal... Sex... lots of sex between men.
A strategy was formed...
Lykans were adaptive by nature. They had to be to infect races that were not their own and readjust their genetic structure to match the perfect Lykan. After leaving the base, the devised ways of spreading their infection...
Shaun's body shuddered as his muscles twitched in anticipation of the coming growth. Blood began pumping rapidly through his veins and arteries, engorging each muscle with their nutrients and encouraging their growth. He felt his arms thicken first as he ran his hands through Shepherd's thick fur. He felt his claws push out from his fingertips and his shirt fall away as his expanding pecs ripped through it completely. His abs bulged outwards, meeting Shepherd's, the couch simply sending electric shocks through Shaun's body and accelerating the transformation. His kicked off his shoes as his toes twisted to into their new shape. Shepherd ran his paws over Shaun's thighs, wherever they touched, thick, grey fur sprouted.
Three words permeated all of Shaun's mind and being, 'More', 'Andy'... and 'Pack'.
He could sense them now... He could sense his family.
Their operations were quickly spreading around the world... evolving constantly... adapting to the unique diversity of these... humans. It had been a mistake for the Lykan race merely to demand a set number of men with specific requirements.
These humans were so diverse!
Adapting to them all would mean a golden age for the Lykans!
Like the collar!
It was the collar that begun the change!
A change Shaun - no, Spike - welcomed.
Spike moaned as his tail surged out of his rear. His eyes fell to the corner of a particular locker bay where Andy stood, eyes wide in shock and his cock in his hand.
"Wanna join, Ace? Room for one more..." He massaged his huge, foot-long cock, grinning.
Compelled by some unseen force, Andy moved forward and kneeled in front of him. Shepherd pulled away, grinning with his dripping cock fully erect.
Spike moved behind Andy and, just like in the dream, dipped his head into the humans' ass, drawing a long, slimy lick over the hot, pink ass ring. Andy whimpered as his entire body shuddered, the muscles all over his body flexing and expanding. The freckles littering his flesh began merging, their pinkish colour darkening into black. Short, white fur began pushing out of every pore on his body just as a long, sinewy tail grew from the base of his spine and began swatting Spike's muzzle playfully.
Satisfied, Spike moved over Andy, wrapping his arms around his friend's waist. Just like in the dream, Andy drew a long lick up his arm along the same vein. Spike growled in pleasure as he eased his cock deep into Andy. He could feel the human shifting and changing beneath him. With every inch that he pushed himself into that pink ass, Andy grew. Hard abs began pulsing beneath his fingertips and a once, pencil-thin back ballooned with mountains of muscle.
Spike loved every moment of it.
**Target: David Arthur Delacroix
Method: Drink
Integration State: 82%**
Dave was frozen in place.
Shaun - no... he was Spike now - pounded Andy's ass just like in the dream. Dave wasn't able to tear his gaze away. He didn't want to.
He wanted to join them.
But his entire body was frozen in place, wracked by its own changes. He grunted and moaned with every thrust Spike made into Andy - no... no longer Andy. He was Ace now. His pants had dropped beneath him and he was stroking the monster foot-long cock in his paws. They were no longer human hands. Paws. He relished the feeling of freedom as his claws pushed past his finger tips and his entire body began to be covered this short, dark brown fur.
He was panting with his two best friends.
He wanted to be with them.
NO!
This wasn't right!
He wasn't gay.
With the last ounces of will power, he flung around -
And met a wall of muscle and fur.
Two, seven foot tall titans grinned down at him. One a red wolf and the other a Jack Russell Terrier.
Wild Dog and Coach Jumper.
Wild Dog bent forward and wrapped his long, muzzle around Dave's developing one.
Dave melted as their tongues danced.
A moan escaped his lips as understanding flooded him.
Adaptation... To convert every person on Earth into a Lykan from the shadows, the key was adaptation. They had to change the way they converted people. They were outnumbered and outgunned. To succeed, they had to strike from the shadows and subtly.
No disappearances or surprise rapes.
They had to be more subtle than that.
The shirt was the first idea... The three coaches had soaked the piece of clothing in their cum. Jacked off together in front of it, aiming at it and filling it with their essence and the Lykan gift. It was slow to act but effective.
The collar was the fastest method. Since it was closer to vital arteries and veins, the Lykan seed could be spread faster. That was why Spike was first to develop.
And the drink... It was just the diluted Lykan Transformation Serum retrieved from Home in Utah desert. Because it was diluted, it was miserably slow but was the easiest way to distribute the transformation. The entire track team had bottles of the drink.
Dave - now Dom - couldn't wait until he had a whole mess of brothers to yiff.
He pulled away from Wild Dog and moaned as his back stretched, pulling him upwards until he matched the height of the towering wolf. Rolling his shoulders, he felt his veins pump more and more of the Lykan essence through his body, ballooning his shoulders and biceps into the size of basket balls. He grinned and massaged his balls, feeling them inflate with every jiggle.
"Go on, Dom," Shepherd said, wrapping an arm around Jumper. "Join your friends. Join the Pack."
With his tail wagging, Dom charged over to where Spike was yiffing Ace. The two grinned at him, welcoming him. He was vaguely aware of Shepherd joining Wild Dog and Jumper but all he was focused on was Andy's eleven inch cock. That dripping, hot, red stick with its knot already fully formed. Dom wasted to time, wrapping his developing muzzle completely around it and sucking.
He had no experience what to do...
... but the Pack helped him.
They shared their experience, tutored him and urged on his transformation. Muscles all over his body bulged as he felt their spirit forms massage them. He glanced upwards and saw close to thirty other Lykan spirits adding their touch to Ace and Spike. Smiling, he bobbed his head to and fro. With each movement, his muzzle lengthened, stretching his face forward.
He sucked in the succulent juiced from Ace's cock, loving the salty taste and wondering how he could have ever lived without it before. Then, Ace's right foot came snaking out, two toes wrapping expertly around his cock and gently stroking it.
Dom went wild. He sucked at Ace's cock with increased zeal, moaning with his two friends as they rapidly approached their climax. Their combined scents wafted through his nostrils and a deep growl rumbled in his chest, growing louder and louder as their pace increased faster and faster.
Dom felt like a wall in his mind shattered and he could finally see the light spilling out from beyond. He pulled back from Ace's cock and threw his head back, roaring in absolute ecstasy as his cock erupted with volcanic-hot cum. Ace tipped his head back and howled while Spike just growled, his fangs buried into Ace's shoulder in a loving, mating bite. Dom copped the full both of Ace's explosion to his face just as Ace was filled by Spike's monster cock.
The three friends collapsed on top of one another, Ace and Spike on top of Dom's large, muscular chest.
Dom licked his muzzle, taking in every salty drop of Ace's seed.
Shepherd, Jumper and Wild Dog stepped into view, all three of them grinning. Jumper had massive drops of semen on his chest and it looked like the three had their own session.
Shepherd leaned forward and drew his tongue over Dom's muzzle before planting a firm kiss on him. Dom tasted salt and knew he had missed a bit on his face. The big German Shepherd pulled away, a smile on his face.
"Welcome to the Pack, kids."
**Target: Marcus Sheehan
Method: Exposure
Integration State: 96%**
Marcus didn't know what was going on. His body felt weird... he felt alone... Like there should be someone next to him but there wasn't. He was afraid. Here he sat, in front of their washer with brimming muscles and a rock hard cock that was not his own, his semen splattered all over the washer. Short, white fur covered in black dots covered every inch of his body.
This was not a fourteen year-old body.
This was not a human's body.
A soft whimper escaped him.
He held his brother's red boxers in his hand... Slowly, he pulled it to his muzzle and drew a long, loving whiff. His brother's scent filled his mind and he couldn't help but imagine this hulking Dalmatian with an easy grin and a tuft of red hair on his head.
"Hey Mach."
'Mach'... That was his name, wasn't it?
Or was it 'Marcus'?
No... Mach, definitely Mach.
He turned to the entrance to the laundry.
Ace stood there... Ace his older brother.
Mach instantly brightened, his tail wagging.
He leapt to his feet, abandoning his brother's underwear and wrapping his arms around his slightly taller big brother. "Ace! I missed you!"
Ace licked his brother's muzzle and smiled. "Yeah... I missed you too, Mach. Come on, the Pack is waiting."
Mach didn't need telling twice, he lowered himself on all fours and lifted his tail, welcoming his brother. He let out a yelp of joy as his brother entered him, slowly, lovingly. He felt his brother's warm, aromatic breath on his neck and his body shifted slightly, muscles building and his mind swimming with the collective knowledge of the Pack.
They were adapting... all of them.
Changing.
Earth would be theirs...
... but first...
"AW! Come on, bro!" Mach cried. "Come on! Yeah! Yiff me! Come on!"
He liked it hard.
Loved it when it was his brother.
Ace pounded him and he felt his insides churn with anticipation as his cock slapped against his washboard abs. Ace grabbed the steaming rod and began stroking it. Mach was in heaven and as he looked up, he could see the rest of the Pack.
Amongst them was Dom's big brother, Clay.
In that instant... he knew.
He and Clay would be mates.
Yeah... The big Doberman and him... Mates.
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Ace shot his load into Mach just as Mach's body was racked with spasms, all traces of his humanity erupting from his cock and onto the laundry floor.
Out with Marcus Sheehan...
... and in with Mach.
The two Dalmatians collapsed to the ground, panting and relishing in each other's embrace.
Mach couldn't wait until he met Clay in person.
"Welcome to the Pack, bro," Ace said, licking his ears.
Mach chuckled. "Yeah... I can't wait until dad gets home."