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Author's Notes: My take on werewolves. I felt like writing something about infection and transformation without involving icky spine-sucking alien worms, and this is the result. My excuses on the somewhat thin backstory, but I will probably write more on it in likely sequel.

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Thanael stood perfectly still, muscles taut, hidden in the shadows. His breath was shallow but silent, but his heart was beating rapidly. He hoped that the evil one he was hunting for wouldn't hear it. He had been tasked with finding the spreader of the plague of lycanthropy sweeping over the countryside, and now, after days of hunting for clue after clue, he had arrived at his goal.

Excitement was boiling through his veins as he slipped out his daggers from their sheath and gripped them tightly, white-knuckled fists drenched in sweat. The sorcerer was turned away, leaned over a book on his desk, mumbling arcane syllables to himself, and he knew there would be no better time for this. Not only would he earn a great reward, he would finally get revenge for how his father had been brutally murdered by the slavering wolf-beasts. It had been very recently, and he had seen it happen. They were in the woods together, collecting wood for the soon-to-come winter, when it happened.

There was a howl, and then they were surrounded, fiery eyes surrounding them in the darkness. In mere seconds one was over him, the crushing weight smashing him into the mossy ground, and foul breath on his face. His father had without hesitation buried his axe in the creature's back, and while that had gotten it off him, they had jumped his father instead. Thanael had run for his life, to avoid hearing his father torn apart in his place, how his agonized screams were cut off abruptly by tearing sounds and bites. They were quickly finished but for some reason did not follow.

This was mere days ago, and marked the start of the infestation of lycanthropes in the woods. He had arrived in town, battered and bruised, and taken care of by the shocked citizens. Soon enough others had reported similar happenings, and the once cheerful atmosphere of their home had turned moody and dark. People hardly dared to go out anymore after sunset, and after the recovery from his superficial wounds, Thanael had set up to find the guilty one. He was a skilled hunter, and in the daylight he could easily track the distinctive pawprints of the bloodthirsty beasts. They had led him to an old ruin some thousand meters outside of town, and combined with other townsmen pointing the direction those ruins lay in as the direction the beasts came from, had gotten him to this point.

Next night he had made his way back, and right enough, he had encountered a few wolves - but the wind was blowing in his favor, and without his scent to give him away, he had easily been able to sneak past them with his wilderness-trained step. And here he was, behind the mystic magician in the highest tower of the abandoned old castle.

With one deep breath he took a step closer, and then it was all over. As if the sorcerer had known he was there all the time, his bony hand was at his throat, the pressure immense. He could see his face now, and it was rotten, decayed - he was one of the undead, clearly - and dust billowed from his mouth as he spoke. "How delightful..." he began, the smell of old books and dried plants washing over Thanael. "...that you voluntarily come to join us."

The abomination burst into a screechy laughter as he squeezed the man's throat harder and everything went black...

...but he awoke soon enough, in a very dark room, surrounded by dozens of the slavering beasts around him. He was securely tied down onto a slab of stone, and also completely naked, the cold chilling him to the bone. And in front of him stood his undead captor. "Don't worry, you'll be warm soon, human."

"What... w-w-..." Thanael stuttered, unable to form coherent words in his fear and shock, but wondering why he hadn't been killed already.

As if he read his thoughts, the mage spoke again in his rusty tone. "Oh, the reason you're alive, is of course, that we're going to transform you into one of my... childrennnnnn..." the explained with the stale grin of death on his face, and his lifted his arm to stroke one of the nearby beasts, nearly double his size. The wolf obediently sunk his head and let the skeletal hand run through the fur. Thanael thought he heard a purr from it but dismissed this as illusion. Nobody could enjoy the caress of such an unnatural being, he reasoned. Besides, he was much too horrified with the prospect of becoming one of the things that killed his father, a mindless, gluttonous beast, but somehow it failed to register in his mind.

"And, unlike popular belief, lycanthropy is not spread through scratches, bites, blood or saliva, none of that..." his hand sunk from the creature's head, tracing patterns through the thick fur, down to the sheath which was barely visible. "...but through their seed... logical, isn't it? The same thing that would spark new human life, is in my corrupted little creations, the thing that spreads their curse. And this curse is what you're going to get, of course..." he started to walk away. "Don't worry though, little human. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. It's a life of primal pleasures. Go ahead, my children, and claim a new member for your pack..." he snapped his bony fingers as he disappeared from sight, and the drooling lycans turned their attention to the poor Thanael.

Thanael looked at the ones he could see, and all were acting rather excited, snapping at each other, no doubt for the right to "breed" their victim first. With a loud growl one stepped forth, apparently the leader of the pack. He took the place the undead one had before in front of the tied hunter, and looked at him for a moment. Thanael couldn't turn his head enough to see the whole wolf, but his head was about at the level of his crotch, and what he could see finally made the situation sink in. In front of him was a fully erect lupine cock, majestically extended from it's pitch black sheath, throbbing just bit faster than Thanael's own heart. And he was about to be infected by it.

He screamed. As loud as he could, he screamed, the sound echoing through the empty halls of this once great castle. He screamed for mercy, for help, and purely out of fear, but nobody would ever hear it. Seemingly more excited by his victim's fear, the alpha wolf moved out of sight, behind him. If he hadn't been tightly tied in such a vulnerable position as he was, Thanael would've clamped his legs shut. Alas, he couldn't - nor could he see what happened. He got his answer soon enough, however, as the wolf's cold nose poked between his buttcheeks, followed by the wet, warm tongue lapping over his still-virgin hole. Even as a grown man, the hunter was crying now. He didn't want to become one of these horrible things, an unholy abomination - and most of all, it would be openly defiling the memory of his father who died protecting him from the mindless beasts. Voice broken from the screaming, he silently sobbed and prayed for a savior, unable to do much more as the wolf probed deeper into his passage, wetting the tight flesh with thick, viscous saliva.

It stood up, sniffed the air, and then grasped his member, which was pulsing with need - the need to defile, the need to claim - and pushed it against the puckered ring of muscle. It purred, there was no doubt about it now, and the sound hung in the air like a swarm of bugs. With one single growl and a gesture Thanael didn't see, the lycan instructed another of his pack to take the front. Again was the human presented with a red, to his eyes revolting, wolf cock. Except this time it didn't go away. One strong paw gripped his jaw and forced it open, and with one exact thrust he pushed himself inside - less than a second after he was violated from behind by the bigger wolf. Perhaps it was their plan to make his assimilation less painful, perhaps not, but Thanael couldn't focus much on the burning, ripping pain as the massive cock was forced into him, busy as he was with breathing through his nose with his throat quickly blocked by the other one. The foul stench of the filthy beast filled both his mouth and nose, the bitter, unwashed taste of his breeding tool almost making him gag. But puking now would mean possible death - and he managed to suppress the reflexive action, even as his nose was buried into the soiled crotch-fur of the creature.

At the same time his original breeder hilted inside him, his seed-heavy lupine sack slapping at Thanael's own. Growling in unison, they began mating their victim. Silenced by the thing that filled him, the failed hunter was still crying inside. He thought of everything he would lose, everyone he would disappoint - and he could almost see his own father turning away from him, disgusted with what he would become. He could see his loved one, who he was going to marry, begging to be fucked- what? He found an arousal creeping into his mind. The restless pounding of his poor ass was having an effect on him, especially the way the pointy lupine cock rubbed against his prostate with every stroke in, every stroke out. His own, comparably small cock was slowly swelling, marking further humiliation. Not only would he become a horrible beast, he would enjoy it happening. Beg for it. His face was burning red with shame, but it couldn't stop the primal reactions taking place inside him.

This wasn't only because of the physical stimulation, but also due to the precum that he was being fed from both directions. While this clear liquid of joy couldn't infect others, it was quickly absorbed by membranes and even through plain flesh, entering the bloodstream of the victim and slowly driving them mad with arousal, both to prevent them from escaping and to make them remember the day of transformation in a positive light. The other lycans who stood watching knew exactly what was happening, and were stroking their gradually harder and harder cocks with grins on their muzzles. Most of them couldn't remember who they were anymore, but burned into each and every one's minds was the moment of infection, the pure ecstasy of submitting to the rage, the pleasure, and the pure, simple beast as it grew within. Regardless of how much they did and did not recall, all of them felt both jealousy for the pleasure the new one was about to experience, and pride at knowing they would soon help provide it. Spreading the taint causes the werewolves to relapse into what they felt when they were victims themselves, and thus all of them ravenously wanted to inseminate everything that was receptive to it.

And, as goes without saying, with two wolves squirting their precum in him at the pace lupines do, Thanael was getting the effects quickly and heavily. Each thrust, each twitch of their massive wolfhoods was injecting more of it deep into the poor human, and his mind was getting very cloudy with a carnal need. Indeed, the feelings of guilt and shame were rapidly getting obscured by a horniness much like what the lycans were feeling. And it was intense. Oh, so intense. Thanael's sobbing turned into stifled moans of pleasure, and he instinctively relaxed where he was laying, which let both weres slip deeper inside him. Knowing what this meant - their new bitch was getting ready to receive the gift - they started pumping faster and with renewed vigor, growly and throaty sounds filling the room. Mind reeling from the increased stimulation, at this moment Thanael could not think of anything he wanted more than to accept the werewolves' seed into him.

More than happy to give theirs to him, in a few moments both froze, only twitching slightly. The moment was seemingly endless - the last moment he would remain a pure human - and the pleasure was so intense each of the three ones involved wished it would last forever. It didn't, of course, and with a twin howl the wolves began to empty their defiled seed into their willing prey. Growling with pure euphoria, their reward for spreading the infection, the two wolves let Thanael take every drop they could offer, something he willingly did. Gurgling with the same rapture the wolves felt, he accepted the tainted fluids he was fed, without a single doubt in his mind. Rope after rope, squirt after squirt their lupine essence splattered against the inner sides of his throat and bowels. He could only feel pleasure and warmth as the thick white, creamy liquid began it's work deep inside him. So hot, so enveloping it was that he didn't even notice when the two wolves withdrew and another pair took their place. It would require much of the lycanthropic agent to transform the human, but the ten remaining ones around him would be more than enough.

With the initial need for deep injection gone, the new wolf at his mouth teased him by not thrusting deep immediately, instead letting Thanael lap up the clear, intoxicating precum right from the source like a dog, letting him taste the corruption that he now was desperately hungry for. Eagerly he began sucking on the thick meat, thirsting for more of the seed, and more importantly, more of the insane feelings of primal happiness that were coursing through him. As the first cum he had absorbed began taking effect, Thanael found himself understand bits and pieces of what the wolves were saying around him, something he, in his previous ignorance had mistaken for stupid animalistic growling. Most of it still was exactly that, but the one before him distinctly called him a 'good boy' as he suckled on his cock. Soon enough guttural howls pierced the silence again as more of the disease was filling him. Thanael lost trace of time soon enough, and all was a blur of pleasure as one wolf after another gifted him with their seed. He nursed on every maleness that entered his mouth like a wolf cub sucking milk from the teats of it's mother - and in many ways that was exactly what he was, a soon-to-be-born lupine receiving nourishment. As they climaxed in his needy mouth one after another, he was loathe to swallow the semen, deeply in love with the texture and the taste of it, how it felt so scaldingly hot on his tongue - but it felt even better running down his throat, so he helped it along reaching it's destination, helped take in the seed that would corrupt him.

The last pair of wolves cut him loose from the ropes that kept him down, and turned him around so he could see what he was about to become more clearly. He did, and loved now what he saw. No more did he perceive the lycanthropes and slobbering monsters, but as immensely powerful, strong and erotic beasts. Deeply thankful that he they accepted him into their pack, he thrust against the last cock that entered him as the drooling wolf mounted him in a missionary position, holding his legs over his muscular shoulders. This final one was different, however - he thrust deeper into his slick inner than the previous ones had, and Thanael could see a big bulge as it formed at his base - each time this pressed against his abused entrance, he could push back against it and struggle to have it inside. The wolf at his mouth alerted him that he was about to cum, and as the hunter was focused on milking the tool in his mouth, the one behind him suddenly slipped fully inside, the knot stretching him for a moment before it tied them together. As he, just like the others before him, claimed his reward of euphoria by letting his seed explode forth inside the human, Thanael came too, again. He had lost count of how many times it had happened, but he didn't have much cum of his own left, and it was mostly a dry orgasm. Still, it had him just as delirious as the previous ones.

Again unlike the other ones, this wolf didn't pull out, the knot locking him in place. Instead he grasped Thanael and laid back on the slab of stone, letting the bruised human rest on his strong, well-toned chest. Sensing his confusion, the lycanthrope explained in a guttural tone, now almost every word understandable. "It is to keep the seed in, to let you properly digest your gift..." he began licking Thanael's hair and ears spontaneously, and feeling the same deep, warm affection, the human, in one of his last moments of being one, nestled into the fluffy but rough fur, sighing contently. "Yes... that's good. Relax... little pups need sleep... rest..." the wolf whispered as the world became blurrier and slowly faded from view. Inside Thanael, however, things were quickly changing, and as time passed they would manifest visibly. Fur sprouted from his previously-bald body, muscles swelling and rippling. His face elongated, forming lupine jaws and muzzle, and his useless human nails were warped and twisted into strong, razor-sharp claws. His spine grew longer also, almost doubling his height as the bones shifted inside him like rubber, infected to the core with the lycanthropic disease. Perhaps the most striking change, depending on where you'd look, was how his penis fused to his groin, forming a sheath, and the glans at the top becoming much pointier and redder, and his balls, much like his muscles, swelled to several times their original size, the infection causing them to produce his now tainted essence at an accelerated pace. The changes ebbed eventually, leaving the newly-sculpted wolf sleeping as he had been before.

Thanael was still himself when consciousness returned to him. Himself, but... not quite. Everything seemed much lighter, much clearer, and he felt stronger than he ever had before. The light from the torches surrounding him in the empty room was alive with colors he had never noticed in his human life, and every sound was crisp and loud. He flexed his claws in front of himself and marveled their deadly sharpness. Alone as he was, now, he sought a mirror, but as he was unable to find one, a pool of water on the stone floor would serve the same purpose. He leaned over it and looked at his new shape. He looked much like the other lycanthropes now, lupine features having outgrown what was left of him as a human. He growled happily at his reflection, watching with glee how he moved so naturally, how his muscles worked under the thick, black fur. Instinctively he howled to alert the rest of the pack to his awakening, and before the echoes had died down, the replies of his wolf brothers reached him. They were exclamations of pride, of welcoming and of acceptance. He was one of them now, and his undead master was to thank.

"Ah yes..." the dead one exclaimed. "...I knew you would become a fine one."

Thanael had sought him out moments after awakening, wishing for his master to see him - so proud he was of his powerful wolf body. The skeletal figure stroked his head, and Thanael rubbed himself against the rotten hand, purring with contentness. "We will introduce you properly to the rest of the pack soon, I am sure they want to establish where in the hierarchy you are - and once that is done, you can join them on the hunt, and perhaps, if you're lucky..." the mage suddenly stroked Thanael's sheath "...you might get to spread the gift."

Drooling at the very prospect of this, the beast eagerly nodded.

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Next chapter will, as you may have figured, feature Thanael doing just that - spreading the gift. And maybe in-pack relations. Stay tuned and comment a lot in the meantime. :3