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Lykan Invasion Halloween Special

Note: This chapter takes place between Chapters 4 and 5 of Lykan Invasion.

Time to Midnight: 3 Hours 59 Minutes

State Fair

Halloween.

Dylan Crosse had to hide his disgust.

To him, Halloween was one of those things that used to be a great, fantastic even that had an age-long history that was brutally monopolised and turned into a terrible mess of advertisements, cheap gimmicks, ridiculous sales and thousands of cavities. What used to be a great celebration of the dead and the passing of the living was turned into a mass holiday to get more money.

The worse part had to be the goddamn State Fair.

Dylan really didn't want to go.

Being a short, Asian - originally from Japan - , unassuming college student he was - majoring in Electrical Engineering - Halloween was just one of those things that people who were not him celebrated. He was usually too busy with assignments, papers or exams to really care. Fraternity parties and loud, partying jocks in his dorm block were the bane of his existence and Halloween was one of those times where it was impossible to do some work without some jock and his girlfriend busting in and making out on his lap as he was trying to get some work done on his computer.

So, when his roommate Craig Palmer invited him over to the State Fair, he decided it was a better waste of his time than sitting on his computer trying desperately to ignore the foot sticking out of his wall.

His neighbours were very passionate lovers.

Of course, Craig was going with his girlfriend, Anna. Dylan didn't like Anna. She was airy, ditzy and one of those people whose only talent was hypnotism. That is all she had to do was jiggle her huge boobs and suddenly, everyone would be at her feet, drooling and doing what she wanted. Craig was a jock, of course. Big, strong and only semi-intelligent. Naturally, he was Anna's personal lapdog.

Dylan knew Anna had a whole harem of 'boyfriends' that she liked to sleep with. Funny thing was, she probably didn't have any concept of 'cheating' or 'commitment' because she was just that dumb. She claimed to 'love' Craig but that probably just translated to 'has sex the most with Craig'. Her manipulative powers didn't have an effect on him.

Dylan was too focused on his studies.

Study first, then career, followed by paying off his student loans and then sex. Marriage afterwards.

That was the plan.

But one night away from his computer and studies wouldn't hurt.

However, the State Fair was hardly the place he wanted to be. Despite the fact little kids were present, drunkards, rowdy teenagers and swearing adults were everywhere. It set him on edge and disgusted him. Thankfully, there was about 7 hours until midnight and most of the kids were off to go Trick or Treating.

Personally, Dylan would have preferred to go Trick or Treating than to hang out with Craig, Anna and Anna's other boyfriend that Craig blissfully didn't know about, Aaron Hart.

Nice guy, Aaron, but just another one of Anna's little hypno-hunks.

Naturally, with any State Fair set up during Halloween, everything was Halloween themed. Cardboard bats everywhere, fake cobwebs, pumpkins - not even Jack-o-Lanterns - and fake blood everywhere. It all just made Dylan weary and bored.

"What's wrong there, bud?" Craig asked, breaking into a dazzling, million-dollar smile. His blonde hair was that wavy, surfer-like style that Anna apparently found attractive. Dylan thought it made him look a little... naive. Stereotypical jock.

"Nothing," Dylan answered dismissively. He glanced over to one of the stands selling 'witch's brew'. "I'm going to go grab something to drink."

"I'll come with." Craig turned towards Anna and grinned at her. "You want something hun?"

"I'm good," she replied, jumping slightly just to make her cleavage bounce. Craig was clearly hard.

Dylan fought hard not to roll his eyes as he turned and headed for the drink stand. There was a long line, causing them to wait a good ten minutes before they got to buy their drinks. Dylan wrinkled his nose a little at the smell of the brew. It was a little pungent... and kind of had this salty aroma to it. He paid a hefty price for just a medium cup of the bubbling brew and, naturally, Craig bought two larger cups. One was for Anna but Dylan guessed that Craig would end up finishing them all anyway.

"So what's really bothering you?" Craig asked, taking a sip from his drink.

Dylan took a sip before replying and gagging a little. Mix was terribly salty but he guessed it was better than nothing. "Nothing... Just this stuff wasn't worth how much we paid for..."

"That's not it." Craig reached out and clapped his shoulder. "Man, I know you. Something's up. Is it because you didn't get to bring a girl here?"

"No." Dylan straightened himself. "Where's Aaron and Anna?"

The two were gone. Craig merely shrugged it off.

"Eh, probably off somewhere. We'll catch up with them." His eyes locked with Dylan's. "But come on man, what's really bugging ya? It's Halloween! You gotta let go!"

Dylan looked desperately for some sort of aversion from the Craig's nosiness. It was cool having a jock for a friend but being a college jock in a fraternity, Craig was used to having people open up to him readily with a show of 'manly camaraderie'. It was hard to resist the slight bump on the shoulder and clap on the back. There was some primal code of conduct there that when the bigger male nudged you, you had to spill your beans. Almost like when your mother gave you that death stare after she asked who took the cookie from the cookie jar. Didn't matter if you did, you confessed anyway.

"Just thinking at how many werewolves there are here," Dylan grumbled. "I mean look, is that a vampire werewolf?"

There were a lot of werewolves. Tall, powerfully built half-wolf, half-something else. Hell, there were some pretty hairy fairies too and bodybuilders... Creativity these days was clearly not that high.

"Not everyone is in a costume," Craig said with a wink. None of their group were in costumes. They were in college after all and just going to the state fair. Craig's fraternity was throwing a party and he'd be going as 'the high school jock' later which translated to him not having to change. The party apparently didn't start until midnight and he was bored.

So the State Fair it was.

"And that's not what's bothering you," Craig insisted, poking Dylan.

There was that alpha-male instinct again.

"Fine," the smaller man sighed. "It's the fact that you can't see Anna is just using you. You're just her arm candy. You know she sleeps with other guys right?"

Craig laughed and clapped his back. Dylan fought the urge to agree. "You're nuts, man! Anna and I, we're an item! She would never cheat on me!"

As fate would happen, they crossed a small alleyway between the stalls and there were Aaron and Anna, locked in such a tight love-grip that their faces were almost one. Aaron was feeling up Anna's long, supple leg, pulling up her cheerleader's skirt - she wasn't really a cheerleader but it came from when she was in high school - and groping her ass.

Dylan whimpered softly and pulled a little away from Craig. The waves of rage he sensed were almost visible and he swore the air began to bubble around him. Craig shouted something that Dylan really didn't want to register and stepped aside as the big jock surged into the alleyway. He winced as there was a loud smacking sound followed by several more shouts and swears.

It seemed like an eternity before Craig stormed back out, his blue eyes brimming with fury. When those eyes locked with Dylan, the smaller man let out a small yelp and jumped back.

"Let's get out of here," Craig growled and marched fast and angrily away from the alleyway. Dylan vaguely thought he should probably leave at that moment but Craig was his ride back to the dorms and he was afraid he might end up being the subject of the jock's wrath if he didn't at least hang out with him for now.

Stiffly and trying to resist all the urges to glance backwards, Dylan followed Craig who didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular.

He was muttering, 'I can't believe this' and 'why would she do this' under his breath.

"Umm... I told you so?" Dylan offered lamely.

Craig snapped his gaze back towards the smaller man and Dylan squeaked loudly.

Sighing, Craig said, "Yeah... Yeah you did... Sorry I just laughed at you back then... I really thought we had something going there."

"She just wasn't the one for you. And hey, bros before hoes right?" Dylan offered his fist. It was a lame gesture but he guessed Craig needed it. Laughing lightly Craig complied with the fist-bump.

Someone came up beside them and for an instant, they gazed at the semi-werewolf. The werewolf just smiled at them and pointed to their front. Apparently, they had somehow managed to find themselves in front of the biggest, tallest and scariest ride in the State Fair. A rather enormous rollercoaster known as the 'Howling Moon'.

And they were actually close to the front.

"Huh... Wanna try this ride?" Craig asked.

"I dunno..." Dylan murmured. "I get motion sickness..."

Craig nudged his shoulder with an elbow. "Come on..."

Stupid primal instincts.

Dylan finished his drink, threw it in the bin and settled in to wait their turn.

Time to Midnight: 3 Hours 34 Minutes

Baxter Residence

Halloween was Harrison Baxter's favourite time of the year. Why? Simply because of all the candy, the cheesy costumes and the fact that he could spend the night watching B-movie horror flicks with his two best friends, Brian Kingston and Geoff Truman. Usually, his bully from college, Aaron Hart would be coming over as well but Aaron was out on a seek-and-destroy mission.

Apparently, Aaron was after this girl who was pretty easy but was attached to this other jock. So, Aaron had to seek out the girl and destroy the girl's relationship with said jock to score. Harrison didn't really approve but Aaron was just that kind of womaniser. Didn't care how he got it just as long as he got it.

Harrison sat down on the couch and set up his big feet on the coffee table, stretching and getting himself ready for a total guy's night out. It was probably the closest he'd ever get to Geoff.

The thing about Harrison is that he was gay. Closeted, however. He had a nice stock of gay porn on his computer and had been ogling the guys in the showers at his high school for a long time now. Geoff had been his target for a long time now and he hoped that when he graduated - which was just about a year away - he and Geoff would maybe hit it off. Geoff had no girlfriend and was a cute, innocent guy with the most adorable sandy-blonde hair in the world. Seriously, he still looked like he was fourteen and when he smiled, Harrison's heart jumped.

Unfortunately, Harrison barely had any time alone with Geoff because he had a trio of friends. While Harrison didn't mind Brian's company, the slightly rounded, slightly crass young man with the dark brown hair and slight tan who came from Australia was a little... needy for attention. He was a huge talker. Sure he accent was hot but just one of these days, Harrison wished he could have Geoff all to himself.

Tonight would be no exception.

Geoff sat down next to him, grinning broadly with his large, full-lips that were so adorably kissable.

"Guess what?" the gymnast announced.

"What?" Harrison asked. "Did you get a copy of the original Wolfman or something?"

"Better! I got Brian to man the door! Now we won't have to hear him chewing while we watch!"

Brian ate really loudly.

"Think all the candy is safe with him there?" Harrison replied jokingly.

"Oh yeah. He likes salty snacks, remember?"

Which was true enough. Brian liked salty more than sweet. In fact, Harrison could smell the popcorn in the microwave.

"Well, what're we watching tonight?" he asked, casually yawning and setting his arm behind Geoff. He was pretty sure Geoff didn't notice. The guy was just so ridiculously innocent it was cute.

"I got a copy of the Howling!"

"Sweet! Put it in!"

Harrison watched Geoff get up and put the DVD into the player, paying close attention to the gymnast's butt. He could've sword Geoff was doing that on purpose but he knew better. The guy was oblivious to all come-ons and pick-up lines.

It was a pity too.

That was a nice ass.

There were a few doorbell rings and cried of 'trick or treat' during the opening credits and Harrison chuckled as he heard Brian's baritone boom out some rather obligatory greeting that were muffled by a mouthful of whatever it was that he was eating.

He noticed that, as the title flashed before their eyes, that the movie was a revamped version.

"Where'd you get this, Geoff?" he asked. "Looks a lot better."

The video quality was a lot better and so was the sound.

"Some guy at the video store recommended it," Geoff replied, sitting back down beside him, a little closer than before. "Said it'd change my life or something."

"I'll bet..."

Harrison sighed and turned his gaze back towards his flat screen TV.

It would be a long night.

As the movie went on, Harrison quietly lamented that he could get any closer to Geoff. He really like the guy. He tried to focus on the movie instead but found that as the werewolves began to transform, he was steadily growing aroused. It was hard not to think of Geoff during that point. All he wanted was his crush in his arms.

Hell, not his crush.

His mate...

Yeah... his mate.

He suddenly felt a slight warmth against him and he turned...

... to find Geoff snuggled up right next to him, a big smile on his face.

"Uh... Geoff...?"

"Movie's got you excited, huh?" Geoff asked, poking Harrison's pants.

He blushed deeply and let out a nervous laugh. "Um... Yeah..."

Without warning, Geoff bent over and lightly pecked his lips.

Harrison's mind screamed hallelujah as did his cock.

"Or is it something else?" Geoff finished.

Time to Midnight: 2 Hours 15 Minutes

State Fair

Aaron was pissed.

His plan to seek-and-destroy had seriously backfired. Who would've known that Anna - the Anna­ - would actually choose dumb-old Craig Palmer over him!? Seriously, he was better looking than Craig. That jock was your stereotypical, blonde-hair, blue-eyed idiot.

Aaron was smart, had originally brown hair but with a set of blonde high-lights and he had a bit of stubble that people said made him look really rugged. Ruggedly handsome. Plus, he was smart too! Craig was doing a stupid physical therapy degree and Aaron was going for physics! He was going to be rich, handsome and smart!

Craig would probably end up massaging some old granny's ass and behind. Probably the closest he'd ever get to getting any.

Aaron, he'd be travelling the world, giving lectures and getting it on with hot college chicks.

Really, who needed Anna? He was good. There would be plenty more fish to fry.

He went over to the drink stand and brought a nice, large drink for himself and began to sip it. He gagged a little at its saltiness and decided he didn't like it. After depositing it into the bin, he roamed the fair a little. Nothing really interested him.

It was a little weird that he couldn't find any good looking women around. Hell, it was hard to tell what was woman and what was man now. There were a lot of werewolves around. Must've been the theme for the fair.

With a shrug, he thought he ought to find some way to get back to campus. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to try and steal Craig's girlfriend especially since Craig was his ride home. The bus was always an option but during Halloween, there would be a lot of drunkards.

Wham!

He grunted and staggered back. "Why don't you watch where you're -"

He stopped.

What stood in front of him was what had to be one of the most impressive werewolf costumes he had ever seen. The huge, seven-foot titan had realistic fur, a massive, muscled chest and biceps that had to be as big as watermelons. The costume was also a little... lewd. It had the furry sheath of the black-furred wolf out and ready for everyone to see. It had to be about twice as long as his hand and as wide beer can and it wasn't even erect! A pair of orange-sized balls hung beneath the sheath.

The costume even got the smell down...

The guy smelled a lot like wet dog... and arousal.

"Hey there, pup," the wolf rumbled. "You looking for some fun?"

Aaron rolled his eyes. This was probably one of those guys that thought it was clever to stick their dicks in that furry sheath so when they got aroused, it's emerge just like a real dog's. Probably gay too. Aaron had nothing against gays. Hell, one of his friends, Harrison, was gay. He didn't mind but he just hated it when people tried to make him gay.

"No thanks," he muttered. "Nice costume by the way. Love how you got the muzzle to move."

The lupine placed a large paw on his shoulder, the force was strong but not enough to crush his shoulder. "Why dontcha head over to the Hall of Mirrors, kid? You strike me as the type that really likes your reflection."

Aaron knocked the guy's paw away. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Nothing. Just try it out." The guy winked at him. It was odd. The guy possessed the same, shining green eyes that Anna did.

"Whatever," Aaron grumbled and stalked away from the weird fursuited guy.

It occurred to him that as time went by, he really had nothing to do. By this time, he had hoped to be driving off with Anna and heading back to his dorm room to make out with her. In a few minutes, he'd put out and she'd be whining beneath him. He suddenly found himself hard and adjusted himself so that it wasn't so obvious.

Thankfully, no one was paying attention.

However, he needed to take care of his erection and fast.

Going between stalls was a bad idea. If this night had taught him anything, they really didn't offer any privacy. He had to go somewhere he wouldn't be noticed...

The Hall of Mirrors actually seemed like a good idea. Normally, the Hall would be well-illuminated but during Halloween, it was dark and was constantly flashing with lights erratically. It would be the perfect place to jack off and get rid of his erection. And, as much as he hated to admit it, he loved his reflection.

He was hot.

Quickly, he headed over to the attraction and found yet another werewolf standing in front of it. Aaron grabbed some money and handed it over.

The werewolf shook his head. "Nah, just go in kid. Tonight's free."

"Thanks." Aaron shamelessly regarded the guy's costume. It was really very convincing just like the other werewolf he encountered. "Nice costume. Do all your staff here have the same?"

"Pretty much."

Aaron stepped into the hall and it was exactly as he had expected it to be. Dark, with a fog machine pumping out a ground-hugging mist and with strobe lights flashing erratically around him. The lights were frequent enough that it wasn't possible to get lost. Still, people would be screaming and crying out for their loved ones in the maze of mirrors.

Strangely, everything was silent though except for some special growling effects that went with the howls and vicious laughter. All part of the attraction.

Aaron got himself suitably 'lost' and turned to his reflection.

God he was attractive.

He unzipped his pant and let out his proud nine-inch cock which was already pulsing with need and dripping with his precum. Strangely, he was starting to feel really hot all over despite the generally cool atmosphere. Really, he didn't care, he was getting turned on just by looking at his own reflection. He seized his member and began stroking himself loving. Pressing his back against the back mirror, he began thrusting into the air and watching his twin in the mirror do the same.

The heat in his groin and in his body was growing to overwhelming levels and he let his pants drop down to his knees. With a smirk, he reached up with his other hand, pulling his shirt upwards to reveal his cool, cut abs. He tried to keep his moans down but it was getting very hard. All he could think of was blowing his load...

... and that hot werewolf...

His heart froze but his hand didn't.

His mind began filling with thoughts of those two, hot werewolves making out, their massive, muscular bodies pressing against one another and running their massive, paws all over each other's chiselled bodies, running their claws through their thick, luscious fur. That same mind began playing tricks on him. He started seeing those two werewolves slide in beside his reflection, the looks on their faces so warm and accepting.

Slowly, one of the wolves bent down and licked his cheek. He could actually feel it and he glanced to his right, finding no one there. He snapped back towards his reflection, finding the wolves running their paws all over his body, relieving his reflection of its clothes. Thick, proud canine cocks over a foot long beat proudly against his reflection's body, dripping pools of luscious precum all over his reflection's nude form.

Despite his abhorrence, Aaron couldn't keep himself from looking away. He just kept staring... and staring... His palm firmly wrapped around his own cock and stroking himself in tandem with his reflection.

His twin in the mirror suddenly let out a deep moan and thick, brown fur started crawling out from his otherwise hairless chest. The fur spread rapidly, filling his entire form, his stubble growing into a thick, luscious growth that quickly spread all over his face. His reflection's body began quickly packing on the muscle, bubbling beneath the fur as cut abs became rock-hard and built into a highly defined eight-pack. Pecs that would've driven women wild became huge and would've easily rivalled a bodybuilder's build. His thighs ballooned out, stretching to accommodate his surging torso to place him at a comfortable height that equalled his two partners.

His face twisted and surged forward, becoming the same, distinct canine shape that mirrored the two wolves but also slightly different. Ears quickly migrated to the top of his head, lengthening and becoming triangular in shape as thick fur covered them. His image groaned lustfully and wrapped his lips around the wolf to his right while seizing the lupine's cock.

The German Shepherd gave him a lusty smirk before pointing at his own cock.

Aaron glanced down... and nearly fainted from horror when he saw the same foot-long, bright-red monster poking his chest and dripping precum all over his chest.

He was too scared to scream and knew he had to get out.

Out of the Hall of Mirrors.

Away from the German Shepherd.

Away from those two, hot wolves that permeated his every thought and filled him with images of more and more hot canines fondling him and caressing his beautiful canine cock. There was no denying it, as horrified as he was that his member had become a big, red rocket, he totally loved it. It took every ounce of willpower he had to yank his pants back up, stuff his cock beneath his shirt and dive out of the Hall.

Along the way, he kept hearing voices in his head... lusty, deep growls that caused his heart to pound deep in his chest and his entire body to shudder.

"Join the Pack."

"Come on, join us."

"We love you, Ajax."

Aaron burst from the Hall scrambling away from the attraction. A strong, pungent smell hit him, the smell of sex and dog. It caused his will to shatter for the briefest of moments and a soft whimper to escape him. His clothes suddenly felt so tight. A loud rip caused him to look down as his shirt tore right down the middle to show a nice set of pecs covered in thick, brown fur.

"Oh my god..." he cried, regarding his own palms which had started to develop thick, leathery pads and fur. "What's happening to me!?"

Time to Midnight: 1 Hours 27 Minutes

State Fair

Craig's anger was ebbing quite quickly.

In retrospect, he couldn't be mad at Anna... He could only be mad at himself. People thought he was a dumb jock and he liked putting up that facade. Life was easier when people thought you were an idiot. He didn't mind being looked down on.

But he had hoped Anna would be the one...

Apparently not.

But he wasn't going to let that one hiccup ruin his night.

He still had a long time before the day ended and he was confident he'd find someone to screw...

... or someone to screw him.

The thought puzzled him. He wasn't sure where it came from but he wasn't really afraid of it. Craig was an open guy. Hell, he considered some of the guys in his fraternity pretty hot and sometimes, he fantasised about them all pounding the same girl. Maybe - just maybe - he could get a kiss from them or something.

He was open.

Their turn for the Howling Moon came up and he was surprised to find themselves at the far end of the rollercoaster. Dylan was shaking a little and it made him chuckle that the poor guy looked scared witless. It was kind of cute.

Dylan had been a good friend of his since they had moved in together as dorm roommates. Craig could have easily lived in the frat house but frankly, some of the guys had no sense of privacy there and Dylan could help him with some of his work.

It was such a pity the little guy didn't find anyone to go to the State Fair with. He was cute.

They sat down on the rollercoaster cart and Craig lowered the bar to keep them secure.

"Umm... Craig... I don't feel well..." Dylan murmured, his stomach rumbling loudly.

Craig just grinned and wrapped an arm around his friend, holding him tightly. "Just be sure to throw up on the other side of the ride, 'kay, bud? These pants are new."

"It's not that..." Dylan muttered. "I just field... Weird... Warm..."

Craig's eyebrows shot up. Was Dylan getting an erection? He found it a little funny if the guy - who had devoted his entire life to study - was suddenly getting a hard on by being so close to Craig and didn't know what an erection was.

"Too late now," he chuckled as the rollercoaster jolted forward and began slowly running up the smooth incline to their first major hump.

"I... I dunno..." Dylan said. He was suddenly sweating profusely and Craig wondered if there was something seriously wrong with the guy.

But he was starting to find it really hard to think.

He was starting to sport a hard-on as well.

With ever metre they rose up towards that hump, his cock was rising proudly against his jeans and making him slightly uncomfortable. Worse, whatever was affecting Dylan was slowly crawling to him as well. His friend was feeling feverish beneath his arm and that head was seeping into his skin and crawling all over his body. He was starting to pant a little.

Something was definitely wrong.

Was there something in those drinks?

"I... I don't feel well too..." he gasped, wiping the sweat from his eyes.

Glancing at the other passengers, he saw that they were all starting to look a little uncomfortable as well.

They reached the top of their first rise and his heart seemed to freeze. He had never been afraid of rollercoasters before but suddenly he felt like he was about to fall to his death. His heart suddenly jumped to his throat as the rollercoaster shot down their first rise and a shout erupted from his throat. Dylan cried out beside him.

There was an odd... melodic tang to their combined cries that rang out deep in his soul beyond what he ever felt with Anna.

As the rollercoaster pulled up and zoomed across the track, Dylan buried himself against him and the contact sent electric jolts throughout his entire body. He was breathing rapidly, taking in more and more of Dylan's scent. The heavy, musky sent reminded him of dogs and sex and he was aware of Dylan's cock pressing up against his chest while his own member was dripping pre through his jeans onto Dylan's thighs.

"Craig!" Dylan cried as the rollercoaster rocketed up the next rise.

The wind zoomed past them again as they plummeted quickly to the ground and Craig's chest burst with pure excitement and... something else. This was not metaphorical either. His thick, muscular chest erupted from beneath his chest, sending shards of his clothing fluttering down like confetti. White fur began spreading rapidly across his flesh, flecked with black spots. With every breath he took, his chest expanded and that fur spread further and further.

Craig was freaked out for only the briefest of seconds... but then he locked gazes with Dylan...

... and he was lost in the smaller man's beautiful, blue eyes...

Two words hit his mind as they plummeted down their next rise...

Mate... and Pack.

They suddenly dove at each other, their lips meshing together in a warm, loving frenzy. It felt so right, so perfect! As their tongues danced to the rhythm of their rapidly beating hearts, the rollercoaster zoomed across the tracks. As their speed accelerated, so did the mass that built across their bodies Dylan's small frame exploded beneath him, growing to an immense size that only slightly dwarfed his own. The black hair that sat on the small man's head expanded and spread all over his body while a white patch grew against his chest to match the white, spotty fur that sprouted all over Craig's body.

Craig felt his clothes far too constricting and he tore off the remnants of his shirt, shrugging them off to release his growing 300 pound frame. A deep pressure built at his rear and his thighs. Dylan - no, Dash - sensed it and tore at his jeans with newly formed claws, ripping them straight off just as they plummeted down their fourth rise. There were only two major humps left and Craig - Chase - pulled his face away from his mate, grinning as their muzzles grew out to meet each other again.

The husky beneath him was so handsome, so beautiful! He couldn't believe he hadn't found his mate before!

"Dash!" he cried just as they reached the apex of their second-to-last rise. "I want you in me Dash!"

The instant they surged down the rise, his pants ripped from around his waist, his proud, foot-long canine cock bouncing against Dash's chiselled, eight-pack. At the same time, Dash's own member broke free of his pants and he quickly seized Chase around the waist and drove his cock deep into Chase's waiting ass.

It felt so right... so perfect!

Chase bent down, wrapping his newly formed muzzle around the husky, seizing the larger dog around the waist and urging more and more of his mate into him. With each thrust, new information flooded his mind...

The Lykans... They were coming!

They were spreading rapidly and Halloween was just the perfect time to expand themselves without arousing suspicion! That was why there were so many werewolves! They were really Lykans!

The drinks! They were filled with Lykan cum and everyone that drank them would eventually transform!

The rollercoaster too!

The seats itself was laced with the Lykan seed.

Chase moaned, thrusting and grinding himself wildly against his mate - against Dash - as all this information filled his mind and he willingly accepted his new life. He would be a Lykan! He would be part of the Pack! He would be part of a bigger family, a great and prosperous empire that would spread across all of Earth!

And he'd have his mate right there beside him.

They reached the top of the final rise.

And he felt himself reach the pinnacle of his transformation.

The rollercoaster went down...

... and he howled...

Along with the other passengers.

His hot, white seed burst from his thick, canine cock, bursting all over Dash and filling him with a tremendous sense of acceptance. He felt the Pack all over him, the ghostly spiritual forms of all the rest of the Lykans moving amongst the people occupying the Fair, transforming people, mating with each other and spreading their influence.

No sense of exhaustion hit him as he and his mate quickly straightened, repositioning themselves so they appeared like they had just enjoyed the best ride of their lives - which they did. They sat next to each other, grinning at one another. Chase bent over and shared a long kiss with Dash before pulling away and cupping the bigger dog's chin in one paw.

"Welcome to the Pack, Dash."

"Welcome to the Pack, Chase."

Time to Midnight: 0 Hours 59 Minutes

Baxter Residence

Brian honestly didn't mind the idea of manning the candy station during Halloween.

He got to eat some popcorn while handing out candy. It was nearing midnight so the kids were out in full might and he really didn't get time to go back to the lounge to catch some part of whatever movie Harrison and Geoff were watching. From the sounds of it, it was a pretty vicious werewolf scene though. There were a few loud barks and animalistic grunts.

Boy he wouldn't killed to be there watching it.

But standing around handing out candy was just as good.

Ding-dong.

He flung open the door.

There was a group of teenagers standing there, half-dressed in some pretty neat werewolf costumes. They looked like they had just burst from their clothing and were covered in some pretty convincing costumes. Hell, they even stuffed their shorts.

"Aren't you guys a little too old to be Trick or Treating?" Brian asked.

"No," they answered in unison, grinning.

Shrugging, Brian grabbed a handful of candy from the bowl sitting next to him and gave it to the teenagers. "There you go! Enjoy!"

"Thanks! Love your accent!"

Brian chuckled and shut the door, seizing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth. He chewed it thoughtfully and a little disturbed at how salty it tasted. He wasn't a big fan of sweet snacks but food that was too salty was also a big turn-off. Still, it was better than just standing around doing nothing.

Besides, a kid would be coming in three... two... one...

Ding-dong.

Right on cue.

Brian swallowed his popcorn and turned back towards the door, bringing his biggest smile.

He pulled the door open.

Another teenage werewolf.

Had to be the hundredth one this night.

"Hi!" he greeted.

"Brian! It's me!"

He recognised that voice... only it was deeper than he remembered.

"Aaron!?"

The big werewolf shoved himself through the door, placing a hand-paw against Brian's chest. The instant the contact was made, there was an electric shock that ran through Brian that left him longing for more when Aaron pulled his hand away. The college man looked like the old werewolf types, the ones that looked like he was halfway to being a wolf instead of being the more... anthropomorphic wolves in modern depictions. Just like the other costumed kids around.

"Nice costume..." Brian said.

"It's not a costume!" Aaron cried in dismay. "I'm actually turning into a werewolf!"

That had to be a first. Brian rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Aaron. That has got to be the lamest thing I've heard all night. Don't spoil a good costume with such a stupid line."

"I'm serious!" Aaron cried in dismay. "I was at the State Fair with the others and then I tried to make out with Anna but then Craig came in and Anna dumped me. I went off to the Hall of Mirrors to jack off a little and then my reflection turned to this totally hot German Shepherd and these two wolves came him, pawed me - I mean, my reflection off - and suddenly I looked down and my cock was like this!"

Aaron pulled down his ragged pants and Brian jumped back in shock to see a completely furry, canine sheath that had to be twice as big as his hand attached to a furry groin. He could still see Aaron's amazingly chiselled eight-pack beneath it all and he marvelled at how big his friend had gotten... and how hot...

"Um... Okay..." He shook his thoughts away. "Wait a second... Did you try to steal Anna from Craig!? What kind of monster are you!?"

"A werewolf!" Aaron snapped, growling slightly. "You gotta help me, Brian. I... I don't know what's happening to me... And... and..." Aaron's pose suddenly softened and he looked like he had weakened a little. "God... you look so hot right now...."

Brian flinched. "What?"

"Oh goddamnit!"

Without warning, Aaron threw himself at Brian, their lips clashing against one another and Aaron's tongue shooting into his mouth. Brian's eyes boggled especially when he caught a whiff of Aaron's musky, dog-scent that brought a haze falling down on to his inhibitions. Before he knew what he was doing, Brian let his tongue meet Aaron's and they were suddenly on the floor, rolling around in a wrestling match of love.

Aaron felt like he had put on a hundred pounds in a short time and he ended up on top, pulling away and growling softly.

"Oh god... Brian... B - B - Buster... I - Oh crap... I can't -"

Aaron threw back his head and let out a tremendous roar. His entire body just shifted and twisted in front of Brian's eyes. The patched of human flesh vanished beneath a thick coating of brown and black fur. His body filled up to a tremendous seven foot height full of rock-hard muscle that showed all its contours even beneath the thick fur. Veins popped out with fresh life as Aaron's face extended into a distinct, canine muzzle, all his features taking on the shape of a German Shepherd's.

Something stirred against Brian's groin and he glanced down just in time to -

Splat!

Get a face full of molten, stick cum.

Brian blinked in shock... and his first instinct was to lick at the fluids that had covered his face. The instant his tongue felt the tongue of that smooth, volcanic liquid, his mind expanded and he was suddenly aware that there were more people in the house than himself, Geoff and Harrison. There were semi-transparent canine creatures wandering around, their huge cocks hanging out with their paws wrapped around their members.

"What the...?"

"Oh Buster..." he heard Aaron moan. The German Shepherd turned to him, a brilliant grin on his face that just sent Brian's heart melting. "Buster... The Pack is amazing..." Aaron bent forward and nuzzled him tenderly. "Come on, hon... Join the Pack..."

"The... The Pack? Aaron... what are you...?"

Before he could respond, Aaron wrapped his canine muzzle around Brian's and all resistances melted away. Suddenly, Brian knew exactly what the Pack was...

A race of alien canines came from space and were betrayed by the American government... and now, they sought revenge. But not only that, but reproduction. The Lykans found so much life and variety in the human race that they couldn't resist the opportunity to bolster their dwindling numbers. Halloween was just one of many opportunities they would take to spread themselves.

The candy... the movies... the State Fairs...

Every holiday that had been monopolised would be a breeding frenzy for the Lykans.

Yeah... The movies...

Even now as Brian felt Aaron - Ajax - pulled his clothes free of him, he could feel Harrison and Geoff grunting and ploughing into each other in the entertainment room. They were Howl and Growl now. They were in the throes of their lovemaking, two perfect mates.

Just like he and Ajax would be.

Ajax broke the kiss and they pressed their noses against one another.

Buster moaned loudly as his chest surged against his mate's paws, thick, muscular pecs erupting and his rounded gut bubbling to form a nice set of abs. His mate licked his muzzle as white fur spread all over his body and his features twisted into the features of a pitbull. His body built more and more muscle, growing wider than his mate as his muscles broadened. Suddenly, he was much larger than his mate, stacking on more than 350 pounds of pure muscle barely contained by the short, white fur all over his body.

He spun, Ajax around, tongue lolling against his newly formed muscle as he quickly stuffed his cock deep into his mate. Buster seized his mate around the chest, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into the fresh, tight ass as he felt his life as Brian Kingston fade away into his memories. The Pack was all around him, cheering and howling as he quickly joined their ranks.

A howl erupted from his throat as he exploded into Ajax, the last remnants of Brian Kingston pouring out of Buster just as Aaron Hart was splattered all over the floor and out of his mate. Buster shuddered with glee as the pack welcomed him.

With a grin, he reached over and licked his mate's ear.

"Welcome to the Pack."

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!

Nex_Canis!