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"Aros, are you sure about this?"

Leyan's voice was hesitant as he followed closely behind the white-haired boy, the two of them clad in nearly nothing safe their loin cloths, the dried paint patterned across their limbs, chest, back, and along the sides of their face serving little to protect them against the coarse underbrush they currently waded through. Their hair, both medium-length, had been tangled with leaves, though the boy in front had a noticeable braid at his back.

"As sure as ever, Leyan. Quit whining."

Aros' voice was blunt and cold, and he disregarded the feeling which had begun to course through his own body as he led the way onward, confident in his decision for them to sneak into the forbidden depths of the vast jungle they'd inhabited for all their lives.

Why forbid such an action? Something must've dwelled there-dwelled here. He needed to find out what-and why it was so important. If he was to earn the right to become future king of their tribe, he needed to do everything to ensure he would secure that title, and to protect them.

Leyan had been hesitant to join him on his excursion-but his friend's indecisiveness was his weakness, and he offered little resistance after some persuasion. Aros couldn't be more thankful for his help, even then. But it was a weakness he'd need to overcome.

Where was it...

Aros' silver eyes brightened in the dark of the night as he and his companion emerged at last into an open grove of impeccable design, so unlike the humble, benign architecture of their own wooden huts.

Bricks of molded stone lined the ground beneath their bare feet. Pillar-like structures of a sort lined the perimeter of the clearing, and what sat at the very center was a totem of stone to dwarf those which encircled it, a raised altar at its base.

As the white-haired prince stepped forth, entranced by the sight, he noticed at the top of the totem, atop the sculpted muscular torso of a humanoid-body, was a head vaguely resembling that of a wolf.

"I found you... finally..." The sentence slipped from the awe-stricken youth, and no sooner did he find himself standing before it, left to gaze up at the stone totem's head.

Leyan had followed him without a word as they entered the clearing. But as he observed the prince standing in an unsettling silence at the foot of the sculpted tower, he found his voice at last.

"A-Aros, I don't think this is..." he gulped as he glanced upward, feeling a cold sweat break out across his body despite the warm air of the clearing and his half-nude form, "...this may not be a good-!"

The remainder of the brunette's sentence caught in his throat--his eyes falling to the ground before the altar where Aros now stood-his loincloth undone and now a useless pile at his feet that was immediately kicked aside, leaving him bare to the night sky and the expressionless totem which seemed to observe him all the same...

"W-What are you doing?!" Leyan cried and tried to avert his gaze, shoving his hands into his face instead as his friend turned to face him, an engorging cock clutched tight in his fingers. Even with his sheer embarrassment-the second-hand humiliation-the brunette couldn't help but peek through his fingers, nor deny the tent which had proceeded to grow in his own loincloth.

Aros paid no mind to the dilemma his friend had been thrust into. He turned once more to face the totem and its altar which sat in level with his waist, the member he'd currently held. He panted-his hair sticking to his face as he moved his hand up and down, up and down-the other cradling his balls to give them a squeeze.

Then, he leaned forward, releasing one hand to place it against the base of the totem to distribute his weight-angling his dick downward as a thick rope of semen shot forth to meet the surface of the altar.

His seed... his offering, to the god which demanded it.

Gasping, Aros focused firmly upon the altar-a slot of sorts opening, drawing the pale fluid inward-before clicking shut.

He stumbled back, and the totem before him trembled-the eyes of the creature placed upon alighting with a fierce, crimson glow. Its maw parted, and as though mirroring its offering, shot forth a torrent of jet-black liquid which splashed at the molded ground of the forbidden grounds--

And Aros with it.

The white-haired boy raised his hands reflexively, the cold blackness forcing him to the ground, and he watched helplessly as the fluid coated his skin, then his eyes. He could see nothing as he fought for his survival-clawing at the black substance puddling around him-swallowing him. Alive, intent on devouring him whole...

"Aros!"

He could hear a voice-a faint one. He reached a hand out to feel it grabbed by another-one eye snapping open to meet those of Leyan and the shaken expression across his face.

"Aros! Can you hear me!? H-Hang on!"

Aros gave a wry smile... and pulled-but Leyan wasn't strong enough.

Leyan was given no chance to react as he was drawn into the mass of thick black muck alongside him, the cloth shielding his reluctantly throbbing cock torn free as claws of the black substance hungrily latched on it. His mouth opened to yell-a sound which came out as a slurred moan, the tiny claws which sprouted from the puddle around them shooting toward his exposed behind-spreading his cheeks to reveal the tight hole that had yet to be filled.

He stared in terror, hands flailing, as the substance-as if alive, given its minuscule movement and the purposeful movements-sucked in his sphincter with a slurp. It filled him up, his scream drowned out by the sound of his own suffocating gasps for air as the thick liquid drew across his face, forcing itself past his lips and pouring down his throat.

Aros had ceased struggling by the time his friend's head went under, and he gave a despairing yell, a hand snapping out as a last act of defiance, before the muck closed in around him. A large tendril slithered along his butt, and as it wriggled its way inside him, he convulsed, only to gag as another wormed its way into his mouth.

"Mmmfgh!!"

Aros felt the tendril slide in and out of his ass, followed by another , and then another. It pumped, spewing a warm, runny substance down his throat, and he choked-body jerking and cock throbbing as the liquid filled his lungs.

But this wasn't a bad pain; it felt good.

It felt right.

Aros gave a muffled, lust-filled grunt as clawed tendrils stroked along his throbbing length, and he thought of all the forbidden pleasures he could give his friend. His choked moans joined Leyan's, and with uninhibited movement, he moved to draw his friend toward him-the mass of slimy tendrils around them forcing them even closer, pressing their cocks together.

The white-haired boy retched as the tendril which had plunged into his mouth tore itself free with a pop-leaving him to gasp as he tried to regain his breath-only for him to shout a muffled cry of surprise as Leyan forced his lips against his own-bewildered expression quickly becoming one of lust and pleasure as he kissed his friend, tongue delving into the tender opening of his mouth.

As the pair writhed in the puddle before the totem, another torrent of goo poured from the mouth of the creature it had depicted-thicker in consistency, disconnected from the pile assaulting them, burbling as it rapidly gained more mass.

It rose, slowly but surely. A pair of large clawed feet solidified, followed by legs, then a large thick, bushy tail-then a barrelled torso and arms that embodied and overflowed with sheer masculinity. Large clawed hands flexed, and finally, atop the forming entity's shoulders-the head of a wolf, opened eyes glinting with a faint crimson. An engorged knotted cock dangled between the awakened deity's legs, balls big enough to have the faces of both boys pressed against it.

The assault of the tendrils had quelled with his awakening, leaving Aros and Leyan to behold the glorious being which loomed over them. They stared into the crimson eyes of their god, seeing only the burning desire to consume, the lust to breed, and the will to corrupt.

" You have awakened me, my heir," the god said, " through you, I am reborn."

Aros could barely speak, so aroused was he at the prospect of such a magnificent being. His eyes wandered across the wolf-god's slick, black form, those magnificence paws which sat in a puddle of black viscous goo. The full and heavy sack swinging just below his throbbing, knotted member, the potent scent wafting from it causing his jaw to slack-beckoning him-demanding him to come closer, to learn his place at the feet of this divine being.

Stepping forth, a grin grew across the wolf-god's snout, revealing rows of sharpened fangs as he observed the plight of his awakener and the other who'd accompanied him. The knot in his claws pulsed, and seemed to grow larger by the second as a single thought entered his mind;

He could not deny another.

The wolf-god reached down, and stroking his cock, gently held Aros' face within his claws.

" Will you serve me, pup?" he asked, voice a low rumbling thunder rolling within his chest. " Join me, and I shall grant you and your kin great power."

Aros lower lip trembled, and he gave a low, shaking gasp-glancing to Leyan, who nodded with a smile.

"Y-Yes. Together, we will serve you."

The wolf-god smiled in response, teeth gleaming in the moonlight, and nodded, raising one hand to clench his claws into a fist.

Following the motion, the slime encompassing the tribe-youths seemed to thicken-swallowing their naked forms to leave nothing but a solid mass of black rubber with the outline of both their forms left to writhe within, their moans once muffled due to their passion, now silenced by the cocoon around them.

" Accept my gift then."

Growling in barely-contained lust, the wolf-god rammed his cock into the writhing sack, piercing the surface-the thick yet solid mass of goo massaging his aching member, the squirming pair rubbing against it as he trusted in and out, in and out.

His balls rumbled, seizing up with blackened seed-before his maw slipped open to release an ecstatic howl, slamming into the cocoon with one last, hard thrust-fangs tensing into a grin as his gushing seed filled the sac-flooding it with his masculine essence-sealing his claim to the two boys within.

Aros and Leyan writhed within the slippery, cocooned mass of youth for a number of minutes, lost in each other's arms and their own lust. They locked lips, squirming in naked pleasure, moans reduced to hoarse, feral gasps. Their bodies, slick with the seed of the wolf-god, tensed as the first spasms rocked through them,their muscles bulging and shaking as ecstasy overwhelmed them.

A lust-ridden whine slipped from the wolf-god's snout, his knotted dick slipping free of the black cocoon with a loud wet shlorp, the gap sealing over immediately to leave the boys to their fate, to stew and incubate in his potent seed.

An unrestrained, half-moan, half-howl escaped him as he pressed himself into the sac, eyes closing shut as he drew his arms around it, lightly humping his body and still erect cock against it. The occasional weak movement against the thick rubbery cocoon only increased his rhythmic actions.

Smirking, he leaned his body further into the product of his work, the latex stretching to reveal the faintly outlined forms of the pair within-a low rumbling emerging as the sac began to grow and contort, the outlines expanding as the humanity they had been born with was to be eroded. Overtaken by the new life entrusted to them.

The sac burbled, and before their very eyes, their figures morphed within the mass, twisting and expanding, features stretching and growing; hands and feet lengthening, thick claws exploding from the tips of their digits, faces stretching into snouts.

Aros could feel the transformation taking place throughout his body-and he embraced it, feeling himself stretch and grow-to become the powerful, magnificent beast that he knew would be his eternal form, voice deepening as his chest expanded.

Seeking freedom and the completion of his rebirth, he bent down and set his teeth against the rubbery insides of the sac, his powerful jaws tearing through like it was butter.

The cocoon burst, releasing Aros and Leyan from it's embrace, washing them down in a river of goo and seed. As the two transformed boys emerged, they gasped at their new, fully-furred forms.

Aros shivered from the sensations. His ears had grown pointed, moving to the top of his head, whilst a tail sprouted from his behind, black fur contrasted by his head of white hair, which now matched the pale markings across his furred body reminiscent of the tribal paint upon his skin. Leyan's changes followed similarly, his brunette hair dyed a deep black, contrasted by the brilliant white fur which now encompassed his body.

Gingerly, he reached his arm out and touched Aros' face, a gentle yet firm touch.

The transformed prince exhaled, lost in a haze as his gaze lowered to the thick furry sheath between Leyan's legs-breath caught in his throat as he watched it swell, a thick shaft emerging, engorging into a thick knot, tip glistening with pre-cum and oozing thick seed.

"T-Take me, Leyan," his new form growled, voice deepened into a rumble. A soft moan escaped his maw, and he turned and raised his tail to flaunt his flexing sphincter to his companion-no, his mate. They had accepted this gift together, after all.

Leyan approached him with confidence, his knot hard and throbbing. The wolf prince lowered his head, clenching his fangs tight as he felt the tip of the white wolf's member prod against the rim of his waiting hole. Impatient, he pushed back with an eager growl, forcing it past with a wet, noisy shlrrrp!

"Ah~!" He gasped, his body tensing and shuddering from the tight and sudden entry-all reservations lost to him as their new instincts took over.

Aros' eyes rolled back, and he found himself lost in the moment, no longer able to think, to feel, to worry. This was his mate, this was his other half, and he would not deny his nature any longer.

Leyan pulled back, and thrust forward, his movements frantic and rough, his claws digging into the fur around Aros' neck, driving his new cock into his mate's tight, clenching hole-grunting and growling, rutting without reprieve, each thrust eliciting a louder cry than the last.

"Mmf! Mmf!" Aros whined, his eyes shut tight. "Ahhh!"

He arched his back, pushing his ass into Leyan's cock, feeling it stretch and pulse within him. He could feel his body tensing, the contractions drawing close, and he knew that both of them were moments away from release-and he wanted it with a voracious hunger. He needed it as much as he needed his next breath.

Leyan moaned and groaned, rutting and rutting, his eyes shut tight, head thrashing from the throes of release, the pressure building to a fever pitch. He gripped the black wolf's furred back, teeth bared in a snarl. In and out, in and out, he fucked his mate, harder and harder and harder.

Then, with a final thrust, Leyan knotted his canine cock into Aros-the transformed pair, blessed by the wolf-god's seed, howling together in the night.

It was a cry of raw, unbridled passion, and it echoed through the ruins, far throughout the jungle. The moon shone full upon them, upon the two beasts united, sealed for all eternity in the furred embrace of night.

With their passion sated, the transformed pair collapsed into a heap, panting heavily as they basked in the afterglow, snuggled close in each other's arms.

Two young wolves lost in the moonlit ruins, two young lovers lost in each other's arms, eyes glazed, souls too tired to even dream-or to break their knotted state.

As the shadow of the wolf-god loomed above them, however, Aros knew this was only the beginning, and a wry, content smile crossed his snout as he drifted away.