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The new arcade was still a week away from opening, but as Miguel made his way into the building it was clear that it wasn't going to stop him from entering. That was because the man was one of the owners of the building itself and his newest renters had invited him to see what they were setting up. He had never heard of Sibergon Labs before but when he had done the usual background and credit check what he found made them almost too good to be true, also finding various testimonials about the technology company. Apparently this was the first time this company had made an arcade and if they could do half the stuff they claimed they were bringing to the building then he was looking forward to a long and fruitful relationship.

When he walked inside Miguel was impressed with what they had done with the interior already; the front of the house having a restaurant where people could play board and phone games while they ate while the back area was modified to contain large interactive displays. He had a lot of square footage that Sibergon Labs had rented and it definitely appeared that they were utilizing every inch of it. Strangely however he didn't see anyone that was working to continue the set up and when he looked at his watch he wondered if he had gotten there too early. Just as he was about to wander further in to try and find someone there was suddenly a column of silvery light that appeared in front of him.

"Hello, and welcome to the Sibergon Arcade!" the holographic projection said as the light formed into an anthro dragon. "You must be Miguel, I've been told to expect your arrival and to help guide you wherever you want to go. I'm afraid the kitchen and bar aren't stocked yet but we have almost all the games are completely hooked up and ready to go."

"I... I see..." Miguel replied as he looked at the virtual assistant up and down. "Are you being controlled by someone right now? Is this some sort of pre-recorded thing?"

"Nothing of the sort sir," the dragon replied with a grin. "I am Argos, or Artificial Reality Generating Operating System. I've been created in order to assist with all things related to Sibergon Labs and associated enterprises."

Was this... some sort of Artificial Intelligence, Miguel thought to himself as he watched the dragon start to show him what they had done to the place. Though he was definitely more interested in his tour guide then the tour itself, whenever he asked the holographic projection to explain anything it just gave him a coy smile and said that the knowledge was proprietary to Sibergon Labs. With no more headway there he focused his attention towards the games themselves. There was a lot of traditional games as well as new, more futuristic ones using technology that he had never seen before, including a sleek metal pod that looked like a giant egg.

"This is our full immersion pod," Argos explained, stopping when he noted Miguel's interest in the device. "It uses state of the art technology to read the brain waves that you think and then project similar electronic signals in order to trick your senses into seeing and feeling things that aren't there with no equipment needed. If you would like to give it a try all you have to do is step inside and sit down and the program will calibrate itself to you and pick a game based on your preferences."

Once more Miguel was awed by just how advanced everything sounded as he gave the hologram a nod. The best he had seen when it came to virtual reality was a pair of bulky goggles and maybe some gloves to control movement, but when the door rotated open and he looked inside he saw that the only thing there was a single leather chair. It looked comfortable enough and he went inside before sitting down. As he got comfortable the door closed and surrounded him in pitch darkness, and as he continued to shift about he was glad he didn't have to stand as he waited for the simulation to start.

At first there were a few brief flashes of light and a low hum, probably whatever technology he was surrounded with warming up. He didn't know what was about to happen and waited anxiously... and then after a minute or so the darkness began to recede. Miguel thought that the insides of the egg were starting to project the scene to him, but the longer that he sat there the more he began to feel something surrounding him. It took a second for him to realize that it was a breeze blowing around his body as he felt himself standing instead of sitting instead.

The woods... he was in the midst of thick tree trunks that stretched up into the darkness as silvery beams of moonlight illuminated the grass beneath his feet. Argos wasn't kidding when he said it was fully immersive, Miguel thought to himself as he looked at his own body and saw that he was wearing some sort of fur clothing. The entire setting reminded him of an old game that he used to play... and when he remembered what it was about his entire body froze in place. As though on queue he heard the sound of something growling in the bushes further away from him and seeing a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

With no weapons or anything that this game has given him the only choice that Miguel could see was to run, and that was exactly what he did. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the monster rushed out behind him. It was a werewolf; the creature's fur was as black as the night that surrounded them and towered over his fleeing form. "Someone help!" he shouted as his mind raced to think of what to do next, especially when the game he had been thinking of usually had guns that had failed to materialize. "A monster is chasing me!"

Miguel only got a few more steps before the creature landed in front of him, causing him to stop dead in his tracks and fall backwards. This werewolf must have used the trees to get over him as he found himself trying to call away as it slowly approached. "That's not a very nice thing to say," the beast growled, the fact that he was able to talk causing the other male to pause. "If you had just stayed where you are we could have had a lovely chat."

The human went from fearful to perplexed as the werewolf continued to smirk down at him. This definitely wasn't part of the game anymore as he continued to slowly back away until he felt his back bump up against the trunk of a large tree. The menacing nature of the creature also seemed to dissipate and as it did the horror of the situation did the same as well. As he continued to look the werewolf up and down he tried to figure out what was going on or what the technology had read in his thoughts that would cause the sudden shift in atmosphere... unless...

Oh no...

The werewolf was very handsome...

The realization of what might be happening hit him like a ton of bricks and once more as if on queue he began to see something pink poking up from the sheath of the werewolf's groin. It appeared that the games that could be played here also included things of a more adult nature as the creature leaned in and put his arms on either side of the slightly shaking human. "I... I don't..." Miguel started to say as those amber eyes locked onto his. "I can't..."

Miguel suddenly found himself silenced as the werewolf put a clawed finger on his lips, able to feel the fur against them as another low growl could be heard coming from the creature. "Shut up," the werewolf growled. "I will be the only one to speak from now on. You are in my woods, which means your body is now mine to do with what I pleased."

As the werewolf lifted him up to his feet Miguel felt his body trembling, but it wasn't out of fear that it was happening. He had always been fond of strong, dominant men, and though he had never thought of it like that this creature was definitely one of them. Maybe a little hairier then he was used to, but as he was turned around and had his chest pressed against his bark of the tree it didn't really matter. Even though in the back of his mind he was still acutely aware that he was sitting in the arcade in that strange egg, but the rest of his mind told him he was in a moonlit forest getting fondled by what felt like a very real werewolf.

Though he wanted to say something Miguel could still hear the monster growling as he felt his rear get exposed, almost to remind him that he wasn't supposed to say anything. He wondered if there was going to be any preparation for this but since it was all in his mind he guessed that dream physics were taking over. "So willing, so eager..." the werewolf growled into his ear as Miguel felt himself get pressed into the tree by the muscular form behind him while the tip of the throbbing cock started to stretch him open. "An inner desire there as well, I think you're worth far more than a quick conquest... I think you'll be a werewolf instead, changing every night to hunt for others to slake your lusts and the lusts of your pack."

Before Miguel could even wonder what that meant he suddenly felt the werewolf start to thrust into him, causing his own pleasure to spike as his fingers pressed against the wood of the tree he was braced against. There was no pain of insertion, instead just pure pleasure as he felt the tongue of the werewolf licking around his ear. As the slick appendage caused him to shudder his lobe started to itch slightly and as he was getting humped into he could feel the skin stretching. His breaths started coming out in ragged gasps as the cock spreading open his insides and causing insurmountable pleasure was becoming secondary to the tongue causing fur to spread over his face wherever it licked! As the werewolf reached his mouth he began to feel his teeth sharpening and his own cock was throbbing against his abs as it began to grow even larger...

Suddenly the entire scene around Miguel became nothing but darkness, the only sound that he could hear was his own panting as he tried to figure out what had just happened. A few seconds later the door opened and from the light that spilled in he saw the silver head of the dragon peeking in. "I detected increased heart rates that were beyond the usual levels and unusual brain activity," Argos stated. "As a precaution I've ended the simulation in order to make sure that you were alright."

"I... what..." Miguel said before he slowly walked out of the pod, reaching out for the hand of the dragon before he remembered that it was a hologram as he stepped out into the arcade proper. "How long was I in there?"

"A few minutes," Argos replied. "Would you like to see the rest of the arcade?"

Miguel just shook his head. "No, I think that this game took a lot out of me," he said as he started to walk towards the door. "Thank you Argos for the tour, I hope that you guys get all the business you can. You might want to do some sort of age lock or something on that pod though..."

The hologram just grinned and nodded, watching the human adjust his pants before he quickly made his way out of the arcade back home...

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After the bizarre experience he had the rest of the day went rather smooth for Miguel, the rest of his day filled with checking on a few more properties to make sure that everything was still up to code. By the time he made it back to his apartment the sun had completely set and the moon was starting to rise, and though normally his night would be spent watching television or doing some work on his computer he started to feel... restless. His rather spacious apartment suddenly felt small and empty and more then once he found himself pacing. Perhaps it was his surreal encounter at the arcade that made him so anxious, and the longer the night passed the more he thought that perhaps he would have to find some means to relieve himself.

With all the work he usually did he often didn't go out to find any encounters, settling even for his own hand or nothing at all. He hadn't been looking for anyone to spend time with anyway, but now he had an urgent need for the company of another. Even though he didn't normally go to clubs he had some clothes that would be good for it that he needed in case he was wooing prospective commercial clients to his properties. He put everything on and looked at himself in the mirror, scratching the hair on his chest as he looked over himself. It had been a while since he had went for a haircut, Miguel thought to himself as he ruffled his hands through his thickening locks, and after one last look over himself went out for the night.

The club scene was the same as it ever was, flashing lights and throbbing bass that seemed to irritate Miguel more than usual. While he was still a young guy this normally wasn't his scene, but he knew this is where he needed to be to get what he wanted as his bright blue eyes scanned the crowd. He wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for, all he knew was that he would know it when he saw it. Despite the night being young there was also an urgency he felt in scanning those out on the dance floor until he locked onto exactly what he seemed to be looking for.

Almost immediately he walked from the bar he had been leaning on and moved through the crowd until he got up to the younger man dancing amidst the other guys. While there were plenty of muscular, virile men that he would have watched all night he had taken the thinner guy that was a few years younger then him and wearing a fishnet shirt along with a collar that had a leash. There was also a picture of a pawprint on his shoulder that Miguel could see, and that seemed to only make him more desirable to him as he felt himself licking his lips. Though his tongue felt slightly larger than usual his focus was completely on the young man who stopped and turned to gaze at the one that had just came up to him.

Normally Miguel would have gone through the normal ritual of maybe dancing with them for a few seconds before buying him a drink, possibly engaging in conversation which would likely end with maybe a phone number but definitely a tab. Instead he surprised himself by merely grabbing the leash and pulling gently on him to follow, watching the other male suddenly get bedroom eyes and follow. Those that had been dancing with him saw their potential prize getting taken from them but Miguel felt himself bare his teeth at them and he was pleased to find them backing off. With his captured prey in hand it was time to leave this noisy place and get to someplace more comfortable and preferably close by, to which the one with the collar suggested a nearby hotel that was rather nice.

The thought beforehand of renting a hotel room for a one-night stand would have never occurred to Miguel before, but it was definitely a sound idea in his lust-fogged mind as he took directions from the one he was bringing with him. "My name is Ferrin," the smaller male said as he fawned over Miguel while they walked. "I love it when someone takes charge, you would be surprised how many times I wear this leash and no one takes advantage of it like you did."

"Their loss," Miguel replied simply, feeling his chest swelling with pride at the fact that his nature had lured in the other male. Had he looked down he would have seen that his muscles were actually growing as well, one of the buttons on his nice shirt popping as a tuft of chocolate-brown fur poked out. "I hope you're ready to rut."

The grin on Ferrin's face only grew wider as he nodded and slipped a hand underneath Miguel's shirt to rub at the hairy body underneath. Eventually the two of them made it to the hotel that Ferrin had suggested and Miguel only said a few words to the clerk to get his room. It was clear that they weren't the first to come in for this type of thing as they didn't even ask for identification, merely if they were going to pay by the hour or by the night. Miguel just said to give them the night and grabbed the keys, his fingernails scratching the countertop slightly as he pulled them off and escorted the other male to the room in question.

Less then a few minutes later the door to the hotel room swung open, nearly banging against the wall as the two lovers had their lips pressed against one another. For Miguel the lust had been growing unbearable and his pants had been tenting ever since they got into the halls of the courtyard. Once more the door swing as it slammed shut behind them. He had never been so horny in his entire life as he started to push them towards the bed, practically able to see his member throbbing through the tight fabric. As Ferrin cupped his crotch he felt the sensitive flesh get released into the air, and though Miguel thought that the other male had unzipped him but he had actually busted the button.

"Ohhhh, looks like I hit the jackpot," Ferrin said as he sat down on the bed and began to rub it. "Where did you get the sheath?"

Sheath... Miguel looked down at himself at the same time and suddenly reality came crashing down around him, or at least what he thought was real as his eyes widened. The cock that the other male was holding was not his own member; though he wasn't exactly small the bright red shaft of the maleness attached to him was closer to a foot in length and tapered at the tip. Even more startling was the flesh around his groin had loosened and formed a tube that surrounded the base of it, though it was covered completely in dark brown fur. Ferrin's bedroom eyes turned to concern as he backed away from him and saw that the fur was not limited to between his legs as his shirt popped open to reveal washboard abs that he pressed against with his darkening fingernails.

"No way..." Miguel said as he suddenly became aware that his mouth felt strange too, his tongue running around sharpening teeth. "It can't be.." his clawed hands went up to his head just in time to feel his ears poking out from his thick mane of hair, growing into pointed tips just like when he was in the game. "I'm a... turning into a..."

"What's wrong?" Ferrin asked, Miguel realizing that he had turned away from his lover as he started to feel himself changing. "You suddenly getting cold feet?"

As though it prompted the change Miguel grunted as his nice shoes burst at the seams, revealing brown fur and thick claws as he pushed the other male away when he attempted to get closer. "Stay away from me!" Miguel said as he backed away to the other side of the room, attempting to hide himself as he remembered what the virtual werewolf had said to him while watching more fur spreading on the back of his hands. "I'm a werewolf! I don't know what's going to happen when I fully change!"

"Oh come on," Ferrin said as he rolled his eyes and came over towards the hunched male. "I'm all for role-play but you have to tell me before you-" his words were cut short when Miguel whipped his head up and looked at him, his blackening lips curling into a slight snarl that caused him to stop. "Whoa... how..."

"Can't explain..." Miguel replied as he pushed past Ferrin once more, his voice becoming garbled as it grew deeper and his fangs poked past his lips from his swelling face. "Played a game... got fucked by a werewolf... he told me he was turning me into one. But it was a game, this shouldn't happen, you need to leave before it happens to you."

There was a moment of silence and though his primal brain was screaming at him that he just let some perfectly good prey get away his rational side knew he couldn't let it happen. Even though the werewolf in the game had the capacity to talk he didn't know what he would turn into, especially as he felt his cock still throbbing hard. All he had to do was wait until Ferrin was gone and he would have to try to figure out how to restrain himself, maybe put himself in the bathroom and hope that he could control himself. As he waited for his growing ears to hear the sound of the hotel room door shutting it never came, and eventually he found something in his hands that turned out to be the leash leading to Ferrin's collar.

"You think that you become a strong, muscular werewolf and I'm just going to let an opportunity like this pass me by?" Ferrin said with a smirk.

"But..." Miguel replied, looking up at the other male as fur began to grow on the protomuzzle that had formed on his face. "I don't know what's going to go down after I finish. Before I started transforming my personality had changed significantly, I can't tell you what will happen to you."

"It doesn't seem like you're going to maul me," Ferrin said as he leaned down to face the werewolf. "So why don't you go-"

Miguel found himself putting his furry finger on the lips of the other male, a smirk forming on his growing muzzle as it stretched into a more lupine face. "Shut up," he rumbled before standing up, his bones popping and his muscles shifting as he found that he had grown at least a foot in height. "You've wandered into my hotel room, so now your body is mine."

Ferrin quickly stood up and moved over to the bed after being prompted, somehow the smaller male having taken off his pants during the interim and exposed his cute rear to the growing werewolf. As Miguel moved over to take his prize he kept flexing his new muscles, feeling the power that was coursing through his veins. Even more then the physical changes and the fur that was covering his entire body he found himself brimming with primal lust and feral confidence, instincts growing inside of him that he found delicious as he spread the legs of the male beneath him. All the worry he may have had about his surreal situation was assimilated into pure pride in his new form... one that was awakening a new need as he leaned forward.

The heard of the smaller male suddenly shot up as he felt something press between his cheeks, but it was not the cock that he was expecting. One thing Miguel did remember was that this was the real world and pushed his tongue into the hole of the other male, causing him to moan as he felt the wet nose and soft fur of the werewolf's muzzle sliding against his crack. When Ferrin tried to move he suddenly found two strong hands grip his shins and pinned them against the bed. There was nothing that Ferrin was going to do about it anyway, not when a werewolf had told him that he was in control as he continued to use his tongue and thick saliva to prepare the male.

Once he was sure that he had lubed it as best as he could, then took his tongue and slathered it upwards until it got to the tailbone of the male. As soon as he started to slide the appendage around it he could see the flesh bulging, the spine growing the start of a new tail. It made sense to the corrupted mind of Miguel, since he had been transformed into a werewolf during sex then he would be able to do the same. He dragged his tongue up the middle of his back to make the black fur grow in a line before spreading while nuzzling the neck of the other male.

The werewolf continued to dominate the other male in his bed, hearing himself growl as he reached down with one of his hands to guide the tip of his member into the prepared hole. There was no need to worry about hurting his partner, Miguel realized as he began to push himself into the moaning, transforming male beneath him, despite all his animalistic need he was a werewolf, not a monster. That sentiment was mirrored with Ferrin's moans as his own voice had started to draw a slightly deeper tone. It quickly appeared that the smaller male had no reservations of becoming one himself as he was practically bucking back into the muscular werewolf behind him.

Soon the bed was rattling as the increasing weight of their bodies was starting to cause the mattress to creak loudly, though neither of them cared as growls, snarls, and the slapping of their bodies quickly filled the air. The only other sounds was the pants ripping off of Miguel's body from his thickening calves and a loud pop when the collar around the neck of Ferrin snapped from the increased muscle. It didn't take much to get Miguel to get close to cum and felt the shoulders of the other male press against the back of his forearms as he thrusted so deep that he would have knotted him if he had one. As Miguel came he let out a howl, with Ferrin doing the same as his face pushed out into a muzzle.

Once the two werewolves were finished with their orgasm Miguel practically collapsed on top of the other lupine, which was now comparable in size to his own form as he noted that the paw print tattoo had transferred over. "Now that hit the spot," Ferrin grunted as he squeezed his inner walls around the cock still inside him. "And this body... I could get used to this."

"I hope so," Miguel rumbled as he nuzzled through the neck fur of his newest packmate. "Because apparently this is going to happen every night."

"Every night?" Ferrin stated. "Worse things than being a handsome, muscular werewolf every night. Plus we can spend tonight to ourselves before finding others."

"Others?" Miguel asked, ears perking up. "I was actually going to go back to the arcade and figure out what happened..."

"Really?" Ferrin said. "...why?"

Much to his surprise Miguel couldn't figure out an answer to that, and as he rubbed against the furry body of the male beneath him he could certainly warm up to the idea of having more packmates to satiate their nightly lusts...