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RETURN OF THE LABYRINTH: DISCOVERY AND TRANSITION

Matt was standing and soaking in the last of the warmer daytime sun, as it hovered over the distant treetops of the wilderness, through one of the two open slim windows of the West facing armory room of the Domicile. Cid was standing next to the other open twin window, gnawing on an untrimmed fingernail. Mike and Justin were sitting on a nearby bench, finishing with lacing up their tan civilian boots, in front of open wooden lockers. All four were already out of their uniform robes and ready to officially conclude their work day. Matt was never much for color in his civilian clothes and was content to stick with variations of brown for his shirt and trousers. Cid always wore black. Mike today was wearing a blue shirt with his tan trousers, while Justin was wearing a green shirt. The room itself encompassed the same space normally occupied by two living quarters, with the exception of no personal quarters within the open space where Matt and Cid were now standing. This space served as the connecting point of the two bigger parts of the room itself.

“Bruce and Trent are late for shift change. Good thing their first assignment isn't in the standard post rotation." Cid commented flatly and spit out the severed excess fingernail.

“That would mean their relief guards was late as well, wouldn't it Matt?" Mike asked, after standing up and gave Cid a disapproving look for the comment.

“Always a possibility." Matt replies without turning his attention away from the scene outside the window and down on the ground at the worn pathway, that marked where the invisible termination barrier of the Null Zone stopped on this side of it.

Most all of the garden workers had turned in for the night. Two uniformed guardsmen were walking towards the Domicile along the closest path and already halfway to the structure. He kept his attention on them, as they kept walking towards the West defense wall and then disappeared out of sight beyond the corner of the Domicile itself. A moment past and all four men were greeted with the expected sound of oiled chains moving.

“I'll go have a look and see if that is them coming up." Justin volunteered as he finally got up from the bench and walked over to the nearby closed door.

He paused briefly at it and looked towards Matt, who finally turned around and gave him an approving nod. Justin then exited the room and closed the door behind him.

“Not too late." Matt commented at no one in particular.

Cid just sighed and turned towards the window next to him. After a few moments the sound of the chains finally stopped and the three guardsmen heard brief conversation being conducted by Justin and two obviously younger guardsmen. It ended the moment they were just outside the door. The older guardsmen was the first one through and held it open for the other two to step through. Although Matt was not in uniform, both of them recognized him right away. They stopped just past the door and straightened up to a posture befitting of statues. Bruce had black hair and Trent had brown hair. Both had begun to grow a mustache, but nothing else on their face. They raised their right gloved hand in unison and gave their left pack one thump with a closed fist, followed by an open hand slapped against it and held in place for a brief moment.

“Captain." They acknowledged also in unison and then lowered the hand.

“At ease guardsmen." Matt returned. “Any particular reason you are late for the shift change or should your relief be the one's questioned?"

“Actually all four of us are responsible." Bruce spoke up first.

“A basic transport cart experienced a lock hub failure on the wheel, causing it to come off and stall the cart outside the termination barrier." Trent added.

“The cart shifted and spilled its load of fire wood, which in turn startled the horse. The animal ignored his handlers effort to calm him down and took off into the nearby woods. The emptied cart never stood a chance and broke into pieces as it tumbled over repeatedly on it's sides." Bruce finished.

“Is the horse handler okay?" Justin inquired, after walking up next to Mike and Cid.

“He was not hurt and stepped out of the way just in time. Us and the relief guards helped him with carrying the spilled wood the rest of the way inside the termination barrier. Other nearby late working gardeners helped as well. Once we were sure the wood payload was secured and the horse handler was still okay, we officially handed over the barrier patrol to the relief guardsmen." Bruce added with a self assuring smile that he knew he did well.

“Good job guardsmen." Matt complimented them. “Go ahead and get changed out of uniform. We will be waiting outside, when you are ready to be shown to your new post and temporary living space. I take it you already packed a bag with the essential basics?"

“Yes sir." both replied.

“Splendid."

All four older guardsmen then left the armory room and waited outside at the nearby double doors, that led to the covered walkway across the top of the West defense wall. Mike and Justin stood with their backs against the large lift cage panel, while Matt and Cid stood at the column of the nearby stairwell area. The hanging crystals began to glow a little brighter, in reaction to the interior beginning to loose the natural sunlight fading from the windows. Both isolated pairs of guardsmen found their own way to pass the time, by engaging in their own private verbal distractions.

“Any plans with Mary tonight?" Matt asked Cid.

“Actually yes. One of the guardsmen on duty along the North defense wall perimeter owes me a favor and is keeping his mate distracted, while her and I sneak out into the orchard for some much needed personal time. We both could use it."

“Make sure to not eat too much fruit. A Gardner would notice and get pissy about it."

Both of them snickered briefly.

“What about you?" Cid inquired. “Another girl and another night? Or will this one finally be the start of something more committed?"

“Just another girl looking for the usual fun. I have too much going on to think about settling down yet. I push the occasional serious question, but none of them respond all that positive."

“Maybe Mary can…"

“No. I don't do the whole arranged dating thing."

Mike and Justin were generating their own usual comedy. Creating their own personal mischief schemes and exploring the wild scenarios that realistically would ruin a lot of people's day.

“So put any thought into the whole situation with the special project." Mike asked.

“Kind of an easy target for all sorts of gossip. If you ask me." Justin observed.

“The old running joke about what magistrates and acolytes really do at night… for one?"

“You know it."

“Wonder if they are up in their work area and mixing it up already."

“Playing pass the acolyte."

“Or milk the bull."

Both had to cough down a laugh and began turning red in the face. This got the attention of both Matt and Cid right away, whom looked their way with slight suspicion showing on their faces. Cid gave them a look that would have withered flowers. Mike and Justin cleared their throats and sobered up, just as the four guardsmen heard the door to the armory room open. Out came the younger ones in civilian tan pants and boots. Bruce had a red shirt on, while Trent wore black. Both had a long tan bag slung across their backs, with the strap running in front from left shoulder to right hip. Everyone quietly nodded to each other, as Matt and Cid walked up to the entry doors. Matt was captain and had the magistrate key, so he took the left door, Cid took the right and waited for him. Heavy clicking was heard, before both leveraged their arms and then pulled the doors open part way. The other four guardsmen walked on through, with Matt and Cid right behind them and closing the doors again. No one in particular took the lead across the long stretch of walkway on top of the defense wall. Contrary to Cid's attitude about it, there was also no rush for getting to the destination.

“One detail about your new assignment can now be shared with you two." Matt announced. “The council decided to make an exception to one of the social conduct rules. You are permitted to use your names with each other and the rest of us on the project."

Bruce and Trent looked at each other and glanced back at Matt, before looking back ahead.

“Is there a reason for this odd change in conduct policy?" Bruce inquired.

“The council says it is for improving communication efficiency on the project itself."

“I don't quite follow." Trent admitted. “We are guardsmen. None of us are doing any of the research. We just make sure no one bothers them. Normal stuff."

“There will also be a future planned excursion beyond the citadel." Cid added.

“Either one of you been beyond the Null Zone before?" Matt asked.

“I have." Bruce answered. “Came here with my dad and granddad when I was just a boy."

“What about you Trent?"

“Only when sneaking away as a boy sir."

“You both can call me Matt already."

“Yes sir. I mean… Matt." Trent answered.

Trent got a pat on the back, as Matt moved his position up between the younger guardsmen.

“What sort of situation are we getting involved with?" Bruce asked Mat.

“Well. It is a research project, that was originally three different projects themselves."

“So we can expect the occasional bickering and maybe have to get in between disgruntled men, ready to knock each other's teeth out?"

“Considering the shift you two will be assigned, the most annoying thing you may have to deal with, is one of the young ones trying to sneak a girl in."

“Or sneak out a girl."

“Sometimes these guys stay up late and overwork themselves. So may have to do a little babysitting as well. The real work for us won't actually begin until we eventually leave the citadel. At that point we will all jointly discuss how to conduct ourselves and look out for each other's safety."

“Sounds simple enough."

“Good attitude to have."

Everyone walked further on, while the younger guardsmen got the other four updated on all the details related to a continuing childish dispute, that had dragged out for months between two gardners. The disagreement exploded into a full out fist fight in the middle of a garden, during the earlier patrol shift of the two younger guardsmen. Plenty of jokes and light laughter was passed around, when input from other witness guardsmen was added to the overall assessment of the explosive situation. The more the rivalry was discussed, the sillier it became.

By the time the guardsmen had returned to the entry doors to the new research area, they could hear a lot of energetic talking from just beyond them. All of them remembered proper procedure and remained quiet, as Matt proceeded to give the one door two firm polite knocks to announce their presence. Cid was up front with him.

“We returned with the two new guardsmen." He announced.

The conversation beyond the doors ceased right away.

“Splendid, come on in. Just sharing personal research notes." Tony returned.

Matt and Cid then proceeded to open the double doors, to let the others in and closed the doors behind them. The guardsmen immediately detected the mild scent of tree sap syrup, but said nothing and assumed it likely came with their food trays. Although the sun was now setting lower on the horizon, the combination of the sacred crystals and the mostly white interior kept things well illuminated inside. Everyone one had their robes back on. Stan and Tony were barely visible at the far corner area where the books and companion research table was setting. Lance and Jacob were simply standing by themselves at the covered table, while Luke and Mason were bent over the map table.

Six men and six men briefly stared at each other, before Mat broke the silence and proceeded to introduce the two new guardsmen to the research team. Bruce and Trent were then invited to set their bags down by the entry doors and mingle with the research team, to get familiar with what was already seen and presented on two of the three tables. The energetic conversation from earlier resumed, as all six guardsmen were brought up to date on everything happening with the map and lore projects alone. Eventually the conversation drifted towards the big mystery on most everyone's mind. The covered third table and it's contribution to why the new unified research project even exists. It didn't last long and concluded with a captive audience patiently waiting for the big reveal.

“Luke and I will begin to uncover this table now. It's okay if some of you end up a little shocked or even puzzled. That reaction is no different than the rest of us who initially saw these things for the first time."

Stan then helped Luke with carefully removing the blanket and folded it up, before stepping aside and giving the rest of the group time to process what they were seeing setting on the table.

“I can think of a glass craftsman that would be jealous of this polished finish."

“Why would anyone make something with letters on tiles that don't move?"

“These little guys are so tiny."

“This thing fits right under your hand quite comfortably."

Stan and Luke briefly stepped in to erect the main machine itself back to it's intended vertical position. From there they helped the group understand the table objects better.

“Hey, that same polished surface is on this side too."

“Is that symbol with the four squares at the bottom though?"

“Nope, just on that side."

“Ah so these are actually mechanical and used to tell it what to do."

“Of course. A bit like writing to someone, when you can't talk."

“This tiny guy looks so odd."

“Is that like an eye of sorts?"

“I guess that is just like what it is called or something."

“This flat box has a polished surface under it's lid too."

Stan then had everyone stand on the side of the table facing towards the entry doors. This was also the same side of the machine that was referred to properly as the front. Everyone was gathered around behind Luke, as he extended a finger and pressed down on the familiar tile that switched the machine on. The machine went through it's usual starting sequence with the moving clouds.

“Whoa."

“Okay, that is bright."

“I'm not even sure where to begin with my questions."

“I can see why this had to be kept a secret."

“This is amazing."

“The letters are now all lit up."

“Some of the tiles clearly have odd words too."

“How is it even making light at this level."

Stan grabbed a nearby magnifying glass and held it over the corner of the screen, to let each one of them see the individual tiny light sources better. Everyone then stepped back and saw the animated image of the rippling red background with the white dove in flight. They watched as Luke placed his hand over a familiar same size object, that was now glowing underneath. Everyone watched as he slowly moved it around and then pointed to the screen, to show a small white arrow moving the exact same way. The captive audience grew silent for a moment and watched as the arrow was then moved to the bottom, before it made contact with a small familiar wide box in the middle. Stan had everyone move with him to the other side of the table and then nodded to Luke. Everyone heard a soft clicking noise and then the side of the machine facing them came alive with the exact same image.

“I certainly could have used this earlier in class today." Tony observes. “Seems far more efficient than them dusty old chalkboards." Everyone chuckled.

“So if this thing is actually using power of some sort. Where is it?" Cid asked.

“That is still unknown." Stan answered. “But we do know that it only works within a Null Zone. We tested that already."

“That is actually a little weird. Could it maybe work the same way as the Sacred Crystal?"

“That is one theory." Luke volunteered.

“Something we intend to find out later, once all the information on this machine is explored." Stan added. “Speaking of that. Everyone grab a chair. You will definitely want to sit down for this next part and please hold all questions until after you have seen the whole thing."

Everyone moved around, as chairs were moved and additional ones were retrieved from the other three rooms. Luke was gracious with accepting one himself. He remained standing until everyone else was seated and then with a confirmation nod from Stan, moved the white arrow to the familiar symbol in the lower left and repeated the same steps as earlier that morning with the Council. He then sat down as the first video began to play. Stan made sure Tony was sitting right next to him and was ready with an arm over his shoulders, as their shared blood relative appeared on the screen and made his introduction. He saw a single tear appear and run down his uncle's cheek. Matt was sitting behind Stan and watched the change in body language, then leaned forward close to his ear.

“Is that who I think it is?" He whispered.

Stan simply nodded. Matt straightened back up and relayed the confirmation to Cid next to him. Trent then spotted a tear appear on Bruce's cheek and gave him a quick light nudge in the side. Both were grateful for being on the opposite end of the back row, with Bruce being last. Justin then leaned over and was passing on what Matt confirmed with Stan. Trent leaned over and relayed the message.

“That man on the machine is Stan's father. But I think you somehow already knew that."

Cid quickly darted his eyes their direction, then back at the video and sighed.

Once the first video ran it's cycle. Stan had Luke stop the presentation, before inviting everyone to get up and stretch their legs a bit, while discussing what they just saw with each other. Plenty of questions were asked and Stan did his best to answer them. Luke was helpful with handling the one's he could answer himself, while Matt briefly pulled Stan and Tony to the side for questions of his own. Cid of course was right there with them as well.

“So not only are you two related. But the missing man being shown on that machine is also family. Is there anything else you think I should know about?" Matt asked.

About that time, Bruce and Trent approached them. Matt spotted them and held up a hand.

“We are currently having a private discussion gentlemen. Can this possibly wait?"

“No si-… Matt. I don't think it can wait." Trent spoke ahead of Bruce and gave him a smirk.

“Sure. Throw me under the horse cart." Bruce chided Trent lightheartedly.

“What are mates for." Both snickered briefly and stopped when Cid loudly cleared his throat.

Matt looked up to the ceiling and audibly sighed, as the entire research group went silent and was looking their way. Stan already knew there was something developing between his son and Trent. He also could smell the salty trace of a tear coming from Bruce. This motivated him to speak up and rescue the situation, that was doomed to get uncomfortable without his intervention.

“Everyone please gather round us. I have something to add myself, that is relevant to the revelation all of you experienced when initially seeing and hearing that man in the video."

Him and Tony then nodded to each other and walked over behind Bruce. Both put a hand each on the young man's shoulders. Cid clasped on arm across his stomach and propped his other one on it at the elbow, while letting his head drop down and gripped the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger. He then closed his eyes tight and sighed audibly.

“You have got to be kidding me with this shit." He whispered under his breath. Matt heard him.

“This too can be handled. I got this." Matt whispered to him.

“Before we proceed any further with the project." Stan started.

“We think it is only fair that the rest of you know that Bruce here is also related to the man in the video." Tony added.

“He is also related directly to me. Bruce is my son."

“So is anyone else, a little uncomfortable with this news?" Mike asked.

“Not just you." Cid announced with his head still down and eyes closed.

Justin raised his hand, to be noticed and looked right at Matt.

“Yes Justin?" Matt asked politely.

“I'm sure there is plenty of confusion shared by all of us. I certainly am confused." The guardsmen admitted. “Getting used to using names was easy enough for us guardsmen. We use them all the time when off duty. Probably more difficult for you magistrates and acolytes. You are like on duty all the time… in a way. I personally am wondering if this new little discovery changes how this project continues. Shouldn't we at least tell the Council something?"

“The Council already knows the man in the video is Stan's dad. As all of us do now. If there was any reason valid to them to stall this project, they would have done it before the thing even got started." Matt assured him. “As for the situation with Bruce, we will simply handle this the same way the preexisting news was handled by the four of us, before Bruce and Trent was brought on board."

Mat was relieved he finally got to say something, before someone else spoke and got him distracted from the important statement to be made.

“If anyone has any real concerns about the integrity of this project and feel we should find replacement people, that is fine. I personally think if we have come this far, why not just continue. We should take a break for the night, that will give us all time to process everything." Tony suggested.

“Maybe even sleep on it." Matt suggested, when glancing towards a window and saw no sun.

Everyone nodded in agreement, as some of them split off into their own small group. Matt then nudged Cid and had the guardsmen follow him out the entrance. Justin and Mike waved at Cid as he walked out the door. He barely raised a hand up back at them and closed it.

“You two seem to be handling this a little better than Cid." Lance observed of them both.

“I think Cid gets too much in his head and forgets about human nature." Justin comments. “My only concern is the Council. But if Matt says this is still just fine, then I guess we carry on."

“Worse case scenario. We get removed from our calling after this project is over and the two of us find new work elsewhere. I know a few people that can help with that." Mike adds and Justin nods.

The three of them look over to Stan and Tony, who had pulled Bruce and Trent away over by the book table. Lance then glanced over to where Luke was sitting. He had already switched off the one side of the machine, but was clearly doing something on it that had Mason and Jacob's attention. Probably just showing them how the machine works. All of them should probably learn, to help smooth out the workflow of the research project itself.

“Hey Lance. If you don't mind now, Mike and I would like to turn in for the night as well."

“Yeah, we been up just as long as Matt and Cid."

“Oh sure. By all means get your sleep." He then exchanged a handshake with them and watched the guardsmen leave the research area. Lance then directed his attention back to the three acolytes and decided to go over and hover around them a bit.

Stan and Tony were having a conversation that quickly turned very interesting when Bruce and Trent announced that they were secretly and very carefully engaging with each other intimately.

“So, how long have you two been bonding in secret and how far have you been taking the breeding process itself?" Stan asked Bruce.

“It was just a mutual thing we did at first, but became more of a deeper and serious thing over the last week. When Trent said he wanted a little more than just a fuck buddy two weeks ago, I then decided it was time to tell him about the family." Bruce answered.

“Just how much does he know?" Tony asked.

“Just that you are werewolves. But not the crazy man killing thugs in the stories written."

“How did you take it." Stan asked Trent.

“At first I thought it was a little much. That he really didn't need to say all that, just to keep me with him. I was simply happy with actually finding another man that liked men as much as I did."

“Now that you are more informed, we probably don't seem like such bad blokes after all."

“Bruce did a great job of explaining everything."

“When did you finally tell him that you are now like us?" Tony then asked Bruce.

“The day, after the night I spent with Dad."

“I guess he now knows you shoot something entirely different out your cock."

“I told him that night, while on duty, what was going to happen." Bruce informed.

“Not to mention the little incest bomb you dropped on me." Trent taunted and punched Bruce playfully in the shoulder. “That was like one of the hottest things I had any past relation tell me about their personal sex life."

Both guardsmen just grinned at each other, before Bruce resumed.

“So then after my time with dad, I came back home and had Trent sneak out with me to a secluded area outside the defense walls. Once we were sure there was no one around to spy on us, I showed him what I really looked like. Suffice it to say he got quite the raging boner."

“Okay, okay. No need to go further or into detail son. Does he know about the other part of being a werewolf sexually?"

“I had to tell him that night and was careful not to put too much in him."

“You did remember to pack the plug along?" Tony inquired.

“Yes uncle. I remembered the plug." Bruce rolled his eyes. “I wasn't about to have him ruin his trousers over passionate werewolf sex."

“It still would have been worth it." Trent quipped.

“I know this may seem just as pointless to ask son, but you also made sure he got properly prepared leading up to that night?"

“Yes dad. I did all the things you showed me and did with me."

“Good lad." Stan complimented.

“So how soon you want to become a werewolf yourself?" Tony asked Trent.

“I'm completely fine with it happening tonight. We already discussed it and Bruce is fine with doing it, so long as you guys maybe... help him." The guardsman paused for a bit. “I know about the whole pushing the syrup all the way through my body thing and actually not that worried."

“He is sure that he is ready for that part now." Bruce added for him.

“I told him I wanted to finally experience that one thing that will make us officially mates."

“Tell you what kid. That suits all of us just fine." Stan assured with a pat on the shoulder.

“Agreed." Tony added with a pat of his own.

“I actually have an idea about tonight and wanted to run it by you guys first." Bruce suggests.

While Bruce began explaining what he had planned, Lance was now seated at the machine and being shown how to navigate through it's entire software system by Luke, along with proper access procedures to critical areas and files. Mason and Jacob announced they were going to bed early for the night and be sleeping together in Jacob's private quarters. Everyone was fine with that and bade them pleasant wet dreams, followed by a chuckle shared among the research group. A moment later Lance had powered down the machine, before him and Luke made the same announcement and made sure the arrangement was fine with Stan. The magistrate gave his approval and hugged both of them, before they departed for Stan's own quarters. The remaining four men waited a moment in silence and soon were greeted with the mechanical clicking sound of two doors closing. A moment longer and the three werewolves acute ears picked up on the sound of moaning men. Bruce took this cue and pulled Trent into a long passionate kiss, then breaking it and put his mouth to his mate's ear.

“How about we get this night started." Bruce whispered.

Trent grinned back at him and nodded, before they began walking towards Stan's room. Both paused and looked back at Stan and Tony, who were currently engaged in their own prolonged passionate kissing, which looked more like a tongue enabled oral exam of each others mouth. Bruce cleared his throat and got their attention, before nudging his head for them to follow as well. While Bruce and Trent split to go retrieve the blankets from the private quarters, Stan helped Tony with unfolding a heavy sheet from one of the packing crates, then assisted with erecting it over the large main window for privacy. They didn't want to take the chance of being spied upon by a bored patrol guardsman with his spyglass, regardless of how unlikely that would be at their elevation and time of night. Both magistrates then removed their robes and began focusing internally on their true wolf selves inside, to trigger the transformation. Bruce was the one who went into Stan's private quarters. His keen night vision could see that his dad had yet to do any real unpacking. The pillow was setting behind the crate and the things inside had been shuffled a bit, but nothing had been removed.

Well, one thing was removed. He saw the squat salve jar setting in front of the crate. Bruce simply shook his head and chuckled, as he put the jar and pillow back into the crate. He then moved them to the floor and removed the thick winter blanket from the bed. The same keen night vision detected the drop in illumination, as a sign the window in the main room had successfully been covered. He gathered the blanket into a ball and walked back out the quarters. Bruce looked past the massive fur covered forms of his elders and spotted the soft pulsing illumination of lantern light filling Luke's private quarters, along with Trent's shadow moving over the wall. He was just getting finished with removing the blanket. Tony spotted his nephew and carefully took the blanket with his huge clawed hands, then spread it out across the floor. Bruce then took off his clothes and tossed them to the side, before focusing on his own inner wolf self.

Trent had finally finished with moving Luke's own crate out of the way and got the blanket removed from the bed. He balled it up into his arms as tightly as possible and reached for the lamp, before proceeding to exit the room. A massive wolf beast was standing right at the open door and stooped over a little, while holding out a single huge hand. His eyes reflecting the lantern light with eye shine. At first Trent was puzzled by the gesture and then realized it was an offer to take the blanket. He walked up to the massive creature and flexed his arm a little, to push some of the blanket out from behind it. Stan gently gripped the blanket and nodded, before taking it with him to the other blanket on the floor. With the lantern still in the other hand, Trent followed him and was greeted outside the room by the expected sight of seeing two more werewolves standing by the spread blanket, with softly illuminated fur and brilliant eye shine looking back at him. One of them he recognized right away, with white down his front and was otherwise darker than the lighter colored one next to him.

“Well. I now feel a little over dressed." Trent quipped nervously.

The werewolf with the white front standing by the flattened blanket walked up to him and bent down to give him a single lick up his face. Knowing that he was going to be the object of sexual adoration by three werewolves tonight was enough to get his cock erect and hard within his trousers, while retrieving the blanket. Getting that single lick in the face from his own treasured lover made it throb and leak a little precum. Bruce sniffed the air around him and licked his muzzle once.

“You're Ready."

The werewolf then turned and walked back next to his uncle and dad. Trent trembled a little from excitement, then breathed in and exhaled deeply. He set the lantern down on the floor and began taking off his clothes. The three werewolves remained in place around the blanket and waited patiently, as they watched their future fuck toy get himself ready for his true mating session. They allowed the tip of their cocks to emerge from the sheath and drip a little into an open hand. Trent walked right up to the werewolves and was reminded of the handy convenience of having a sex partner twice your height. It puts their cock at face level with your mouth. Tony reached out and took the lantern, then raised it up to a previously unseen hook mounted in the overhead rafter. The young man took this opportunity and made that werewolf's dripping cock and coated hand his first target.

Trent gripped the huge hand and proceeded to lick it's finger and palm pads clean of the syrup that had dripped on them, before pushing it to the side and craning his open mouth towards the dripping source. Tony looked down, then lowered his hand to the man's head and began gently stroking it, as that mouth made contact with his exposed canine tip. He relaxed a little and let more of it come out of the sheath into a hungry mouth that eagerly received it. Trent reached up and began caressing the balls that was giving him the delicious stuff that made him want more of it in him. He was content to just stand there and nurse on what little cock was in his mouth, as it began trickling a steady stream of the syrup over his tongue. After a short while, Tony cut off the flow and gently nudged the man off his cock and directed him towards Bruce, to repeat the same ritual process. The acute wolf ears then picked up on the moaning sound, from just on the other side of the wall between Stan and Lance's quarters, get louder and more drawn out. The three werewolves looked at each and chuckled, knowing that Luke was obviously introducing the older man to new syrup related stuff. They looked back down and was not the least bit surprised that Trent didn't even notice, while switching to Stan's hand and cock.

Lance was sitting right on the edge of the bed, with his legs spread out and his cock buried all the way inside Luke, who was standing and half squatting in front of him. The young man himself was cradling a belly that was a little rounded with one hand and bracing himself against the nearby wall with the other one. Both had their eyes closed and were moaning. Syrup was steadily trickling out of Luke's cock into the ceramic wash bowl under him, while his belly continued to gurgle from the same steady flow of syrup being put in it. Luke was trying out a prolonged and very pleasurable thing that Stan showed him a couple days ago. It was all about timing and getting the human's post orgasm ejection of the syrup out of their system in sync with the one still filling them. There was also the tricky part of not letting yourself mentally slip too much and ruin the exquisite bliss of feeling it flow right through you like this in a steady slow trickle. Lance was absolutely positive he was loving this new sex life and couldn't wait to see what was ahead for him. Deep down, he was wanting to see that Minotaur again and be filled up the same way once more. He wanted to be filled and just let that sexy bull beast keep pushing it on through him for as long as he wanted. Get him bred properly. Just like what was described in the discussion all six of them had earlier, when naked and talking with the two werewolf magistrates about sex syrup. Lance was careful to not let himself get lost in those thoughts and dump too much into Luke's guts.

Mason and Jacob were simply laying in bed and looking out the open window, into the night sky while cuddling with each other. Mason was laying on his back with one arm tucked behind his head. Jacob was laying sideways with his head resting just under the arm on the other one's chest. They both just had one drawn out and intense orgasm, while sucking on each other at the same time again. Although it didn't last as long as the mind shattering intense one triggered by Lance's syrup, it was still more intense and lasted longer than what was normal for either one of them. They mutually noticed that their own cum tasted a little sweet now. Aside from the blanket over their feet, both were still naked and began thinking back to the conversation all six of them had earlier, after the two of them had separated and were very hungry from pumping all that syrup into each other's mouth continuously.

“How long do you think it will be until the only thing coming out of us is syrup?" Jacob asked.

“I was thinking maybe two months." Mason answered.

“I'm fine with that."

“Why do you ask?"

“Just thinking."

“About… maybe… getting one more pussy pumped full of goo?"

Jacob gave Mason a thump on the head. Both snickered.

“No. I mean… it was a thought before all this happened. What about you?"

“What about me?"

“Didn't you at least think about eventually finding a girl for yourself?"

“Thought about it. But then I would be expected to be that kind of man."

“It could have worked. I heard some men make it work that way now."

“You mean like have their woman and kids, plus get their own fun with men too?"

“Exactly that."

“How?"

“The only way and place something like that can happen within a citadel." Jacob began hinting.

“Given the right strategy and the fact men don't take nearly as long for their orgasm, a quick duck into some barn loft and rapid fucking gets the job done. No special place needed."

“True. But for moments like this one right here, men need a place where they won't be bothered and harassed for doing something that is technically not legal in a citadel." Jacob hinted further.

“For things like that, then I can see the need for a special place to provide that security whenever a man and his sex partner needs it. It certainly would make life for all those married men a little more bearable during particular moments in their life."

“You think the rumors we hear about Shamus Doughtry are true then?"

“That his bath house is where such things happen among men? It certainly seems logical enough. The Council pretty much made it a mandate that it be the one place for a man to be left alone and be himself. They allow that place to function, regardless of the rumors, under the condition it doesn't disrupt the flow of citadel society. It also has an age restriction too. The Council's idea."

“We both will soon be twenty."

“I will be in two days."

“Could you maybe wait a little longer?"

“As in waiting to go there with Lance?"

“Yeah. I still have a week before I am twenty."

“Since the six of us men are now practically intimate with each other, I'm sure this situation can be discussed and all of us come up with some solution."

“That way Luke can be included too."

“Luke is already twenty."

“When did he mention that?"

“While you were in the closet relieving yourself silly." Jacob got the thump now.

“Regardless if we all have to wait a week or not, I think everyone would prefer we go together and get the proper guided experience. I heard its a huge place anyway."

“You want to grab that blanket and pull it up all the way now?"

“Finally got cooled down too?"

“That and definitely ready for sleep."

“Same here."

“Leave the window open."

“Planned on it."

Mason turned his head and gave Jacob a kiss on the forehead, as the black haired man closed his eyes and exhaled. Mason then pulled the blanket further up to their necks and closed his eyes.

Lance and Luke were sitting next to each other on the bed, with their backs against the wall. Lance had his legs spread a little, with an empty wash bowl resting in between them and his hands, against a soft cock. All that was left in it, was a thin dried coating around the inside. Luke was rubbing a rounded belly that occasionally gurgled, during the process of the slow absorption and deflation cycle. Lance's handmade butt plug insured nothing but the absolute minimum amount escaped his ass. The older man was beginning to notice the chill of the night air and stone wall behind him. He scooted to the edge of the bed and sat the bowl down on the floor, before grabbing the crumpled blanket by him. He draped one end around him and put the rest in his lap, before scooting back against the wall.

He nudged Luke, who was still dealing with a mildly lust fogged mind, to lean forward a little and draped the other end of the blanket around him. Lance then scooted closer and put his arm around him, before both propped their heads together.

“Hey Luke?"

“Yeah." A belch followed.

“Thank you for showing me that."

“More to come."

“I'm sure there is. After all, we have honest to goodness werewolves among us."

“Don't forget your friends."

“My… oh… the minotaurs."

“Where are they?"

“Based on what we jointly figured out earlier, they are where all the known maps say a lake exists. Where that machine was also found by Stan's dad."

“Also a sexy werewolf."

“Yes. Also a sexy werewolf."

“The maps are old."

“Maybe too old. Looks like this project has a lot of little problems to solve."

“Maybe make a new temporary map first?"

“We would need to consult Tony about that. But depending on what we see in the next… videos… we may have enough information for creating that map and use it on the excursion itself."

“They will fuck us."

“Who will?"

“The minotaurs."

“I'm not sure that is the first thing they will do to us. We have no idea how they will react to outsiders entering a place that has remained their guarded secret for at least a century. If it turns out they are the ones that made that machine, then we could find ourselves in the middle of an uncomfortable diplomatic situation. They may have never intended for it to leave their home."

Luke's belly gurgled rather loudly, before he let out a big belch. The belly then gurgled some more and deflated a noticeable amount. Lance reached over and felt it. He was pleased to notice that it was almost back to it's original flat self with the proper defined abs of a young man.

“Oh. That cleared my head a little." Luke observed of himself.

Both men straightened their heads back up and leaned forward a little. Lance gave Luke a few pats on the back, that triggered a couple more smaller burps. The younger man motioned for him to keep going until finally one last big belch came out of him. Luke then leaned back against the wall and tilted his head slightly upwards to exhale.

“That is much better now." He comments.

“Ready to have the plug removed?"

“We can wait a while on that."

'We need to be getting to sleep soon."

“Then we can leave it in until morning." Luke teased.

Both broke out into a loud snicker, before he uncovered himself and rolled over face down on his knees. Luke then reached back and spread his ass cheeks. Lance took the hint and got up on his knees, before digging his hand in around the attached black rubber handle.

“Ready when you are kid."

“I'm twenty and hardly a kid anymore." Luke corrected after turning his head sideways.

“Well then man up and push."

“Not my first time. A push you will get."

“Alright. Together now."

A wet sloppy suction and popping sound echoed within the room, as the plug popped out.

The three werewolves had changed their forms into shorter more vertically stable nine foot tall bodies with actual feet. Their claws remained on their toes and their skulls had noticeably shorter muzzles, with more blunt overall proportions. The sheaths were no longer attached to their bellies and hung loose with their protected cocks. Their tails were no longer needed and now completely absent from their bodies. This change came about as a decision to make the breeding more comfortable for Bruce. The blankets had already been moved over to the wall without the window, with Bruce already sitting on them and his back against the wall itself. He was holding onto his sheathed cock, that was already quite firm and emerging. Stan and Tony were there for gripping leverage, as Trent slowly lowered his ass towards his mate's lap. Bruce reached up with a free hand and put it on the man's upper back for support. Together all three got Trent lowered down onto the cock and all the way down into Bruce's lap. The man let out a gasp of pleasure, as the cock sunk all the way in and he felt the slight bulge of the inflating knot pop into place right over his prostate. His own cock throbbing and bobbing.

“A little different than when I bred you outside like a doggy, huh." Bruce teased.

Trent's response was a light slap on the cheek. Both elder werewolves chuckled, while Bruce bent and then brought his legs part way up off the blankets. This put his knees at a comfortable leverage position for Trent. He was careful to keep his toes up and not claw the blanket, while scooting his feet backwards on their heels. Bruce then allowed the toes to come back down softly onto the blanket, while his mate got more relaxed and leaned back against his torso. Trent then brought his hands down to his belly and began feeling over the general area where he knew the cock was resting inside him, anticipating when that spot would soon start inflating and bulging on him. He then felt the presence of the cock more fully, as it began to get bigger and throb against his prostate. Trent let his head fall back against Bruce and closed his eyes, before moaning in response to the exquisite sensation of being filled with so much warm cock. His own cock began throbbing and thumping back wetly against his stomach in response, as precum began leaking out of it.

Stan and Tony sat down on the blanket cross legged, taking up flanking positions beside the bonding couple. They simply provided silent support, in the form of pets and strokes all over the mating pair's bodies. Bruce bent his head down and began sensually licking around Trent's neck and across his chest. He was treated in turn to sensual stroking of his head by one of his mate's hands. He then decided it was time and began to slowly release the syrup into the man's guts in a slow steady trickle. Trent responded positively with moans of approval, as he felt his lower half begin to get consumed with a soft ambient warmth. Stan then bent over and took the man's throbbing cock into his mouth and got the expected reaction, as a human hand came down firmly on top of his head and a warm salty slimy presence exploded into his mouth.

Trent arched his back a little and was gently held in place by one of Bruce's hands coming to rest on his belly, followed by the other across his chest. The man placed his own hands over them and closed his eyes, as he rode out his orgasm. Once he relaxed and settled back down in Bruce's lap, the human simply allowed himself to slump against his mate and bask in the afterglow. Stan then removed his muzzle and held the cum load in his mouth, as Tony then leaned forward towards him and turned his head sideways. Both then opened their muzzles and then clamped them closed over each others lips, as they intertwined their tongues and shared the human's load. Trent's cock remained hard, as the inflated knot inside him continued to throb against his prostate. The man then felt the flow of the syrup into him get stronger and was more like the werewolf was now pissing inside him. He could feel the logic structure of his thoughts begin to break down, as the fog of lust grew thicker and swirled around his mind faster.

“Now just relax and let yourself go." Came the quiet comforting voice of Bruce.

“Let yourself be in the moment." Stan added with him, after breaking the muzzle lock.

“Think only of the pleasure you feel." Tony chimed in.

“The sensation inside you will be your guide now." All three of them assured him.

Trent did as he was told and allowed his mind to drift and be swept up within the fog of lust. He could feel the logic structure break down faster, as raw sexual desire became the new framework for his thoughts. Thinking for him became simpler and more desirable. He was now living in the moment and thought only of the pleasure, as he became more focused on the big throbbing canine cock knotted inside his belly and filling him with more of that syrup, that was fueling his rapid descent into raw simple minded sexual desire. Trent now only lived to cum and pulse with the desire that now consumed his mind. He wanted to cum again. Tony bent back over and engulfed the man's throbbing cock with his muzzle. It only took one stroke of his tongue, to receive that salty slimy reward for himself. The man seemed to tense up a little less this time and used less strength with the hand on the head. Trent was clearly becoming more relaxed and complaint with the breeding. This time it was Tony who did the sharing and did it with Bruce.

“One more to go." Stan observed while sensually stroking the one nearby leg of Trent.

All three remained still and kept an eye on the man as his belly began to gurgle and become noticeably rounder under the werewolf hand covering it. The cock continued to throb and bob, but had less distance to travel now. Soon it will simply throb next to a rounded belly pushing back against it.

“Fuck. So full." Finally came the words from Trent's mouth.

His cock then began to bob a little faster and drip precum again. All three werewolves licked their muzzles in anticipation, before Stan leaned over again and sniffed around the bouncing flesh, waiting for that distinct scent to tell him another load was coming. The moment his nose began twitching in reaction, he immediately swallowed the throbbing human shaft. Trent barely moved and simply moaned through his third orgasm. Not much was left of the man that initially sat down on Bruce's cock. In his place was a willing fuck toy that lived only to be fucked and filled. Stan then rose back up and shared the load with his son.

“More." Came the words from under their locked muzzles.

Bruce broke the muzzle lock and spoke softly to Trent.

“More is what my fuck toy shall get."

Trent then felt the flow of the syrup into his guts increase, as the ambient warmth began spreading upward towards his throat. His belly became more round and effectively stopped the bobbing motion of his throbbing cock. The precum dripping from it soon changed consistency and that familiar tree sap syrup smell began emanating from it.

“Yes. Fill me with more." came the request.

“Does fuck toy really want this?" Bruce asked him.

Trent only nodded.

The knotted werewolf cock inside him then began throbbing a little harder as the flow of the syrup increased. The man being filled moaned in approval and belched a little. Bruce set his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, so he could ready himself for the next phase of the breeding. Stan took this moment and moved his muzzle to his son's ear.

“Remember what I told you that night I bred you. Let all other thoughts now leave your mind and focus only on filling him. Envision his body in your mind and then envision it begin to fill out as you put more in him. Make him feel all of you inside him, as the syrup runs out his mouth."

Meanwhile Tony added his own input to Trent.

“Feel the syrup fill every inch of you that can be filled by it. The exquisite warmth of it filling your whole body. Let him have you and use you as he desires. Feel that cock inside you get bigger, as more of him fills you. Let it flow through your whole body. Let it flow out your cock and your mouth. It was meant to be inside you and you were meant to have it flow through you without resistance."

“Picture more of the syrup coming out of him, through his cock and mouth my son. Stimulate him to surrender his body to your desire and use him like your own cock. Feel the pulse of his body and then feel the pulse of your heart. Let them settle into a rhythm together and pulse as one. Use him and change him to become that one thing that will make you two closer than you have ever been before."

Both elder werewolves then sat back and watched the transformation begin, as syrup began running out of the man's hard cock in a steady trickle. Trent belched one more time and then began gulping a little. His belly had lost all abdominal definition and was beginning to acquire a slick sheen to it. The legs hung in place limp and began undergoing the same visual transformation. Both could see what pubic and body hair Trent had on him, release then tumble and fall to the blanket below. The gulping sound increased and was soon followed by gurgling coming out of his mouth, that now hung open in a slack position. The sweet smell in the air then began to quickly intensify, as the syrup slowly began trickling out of his mouth. Trent's neck began to increase in thickness and started to undergo the same transformation as his lower half, while his legs began loosing mass and started to shrink into his hips. The belly began inflating a little more and acquired new definition, as the skin became completely slick and wet with a new red mottled texture. His sides took on the same transformation and slightly bulged outward from it, as his legs and genitals eventually disappeared completely into his body.

The arms and head were next to follow the transformation steps and had already become slick, while releasing what hair was attached to them. Trent's head then angled upward and held that position, as the trickle of syrup out of his mouth became a more visible familiar flow. Stan and Tony were right there and began licking up any excess syrup that had been spilled out of Trent's body at that point, then began licking up and down his transforming body. Bruce bent his head down and began digging into the man's open mouth with his tongue, to taste of the syrup and give him one last long passionate kiss. The sensation of feeling their pulses falling in sync and becoming one, enthralled the breeding werewolf and elicited whimpers of joy, as he gave his mate a few more licks and broke the kiss. Trent's head began reshaping itself, as his closed eyes and nose began shrinking. The ears already gone.

The neck had now lost all definition, as it had now become part of the seamless streamlined form of a red mottled canine shaft. His body then began to bob a little, as it officially became attached and anchored to Bruce. The man's mouth soon ceased being a mouth, as it stretched outward and became the red mottled pointed tip of a cock head that no longer had eyes or nose. The difficult part was now done and left only the final resizing phase to begin. No further words were needed from Stan. Bruce knew what to do. He simply closed his eyes and held that focus of making them one. The elder werewolves sat back and watched, as the oversize canine cock began to shrink down in size and eject larger amounts of syrup. Bruce was right on it and sucked the shrinking head into his muzzle, to begin nursing his new cock. Once it reached normal fully inflated size, the persistent stimulation from the tongue encouraged the cock to begin shrinking more and deflate the knot. Soon it was shrinking back into the werewolf's sheath.

He opened his eyes and let out a whimper of guilt, as he gave what was once Trent one last lick on the head, as it slowly disappeared into the sheath. Bruce got caressing strokes on his head from two human hands as he began to whine a little. Stan and Tony, back in their human forms, reached out around his neck and hugged him. He returned the favor and pulled them into him.

“It's okay son. The first time doing this always feels so strange and new. But you know from experiencing the same thing yourself that he is just fine." Stan assured Bruce.

“He is just sleeping right now, as his own body gets rebuilt form the inside out." Tony adds.

“Do me a quick favor and focus on your cock." Stan requests of him.

Bruce closed his eyes and exhaled.

“Now do you feel a slight throb with a regular strong rhythm at your cock?"

Bruce nods.

“A deflated cock in the sheath is not supposed to do that. That tiny throb is Trent's heart."

Bruce opens his eyes and pulls them tighter into the hug.

“Easy there pup. You could crack some ribs." Tony chides him lightheartedly.

All three chuckle together.

“What do I do now dad?"

“All you can do now is get some sleep for yourself, but back in your bigger form."

Bruce pulled away and just stared at Stan.

“I had to do the same thing when changing you. It has always been this way for us."

Stan leaned over and put a hand on the werewolf's shoulder.

“I already told you, he will be fine. The actual changing process itself takes time and is a little draining on the breeder. It really is best you are asleep for this part and in your bigger form."

“Promise?" Bruce asks with a tone of pleading in his voice.

“I promise son. You made it back. He will make it back too."

“Your body knows exactly what to do now." Tony assures.

“We will stay right here and sleep with you. Shamus did the same for me." Stan reminds him.

“It is the responsible thing for us to do." Tony finishes.

“Thanks dad… and Tony."

Tony went back to both private quarters and retrieved pillows for him and Stan.

“Before you lay down and get comfortable there, mind if we pull the one blanket up and use it to cover ourselves with it?" Stan politely asks, as he sees his son about to lay down.

“Of course." Bruce gets up and steps off the blankets, letting Stan pull the top one away.

The werewolf then steps back onto the remaining blanket and changes back into his bigger form, before curling up into a huge fur ball and quickly falls asleep.

“That was fast." Tony comments while handing Stan a pillow.

“Fast?" Stan takes the pillow. “You should remember… oh. Right." He pauses and remembers.

“I don't have a son and had little opportunity to bond with someone enough to make them my mate or a member of the Brotherhood." Tony reminds him.

“You will eventually get your chance."

“Eventually." Tony repeats and looks beyond the sacred crystal into the opposite room.

He gets a light smack in the face with a pillow and gives Stan a smirk.

“You like Jacob in that way. Don't you?" Stan accuses.

Tony took his turn and smacked back with his pillow.

“What if I do. Are there any Brotherhood guidelines saying anything about age boundaries?"

“Besides not going too young for many obvious reasons?"

Stan hits him again.

“You know what I mean."

“Yeah, I know what you mean uncle."

Both pause and notice Bruce was now lightly snoring and snicker. Tony gives his nephew one more hit, before tossing the pillow down onto the blanket next to the snoring fur ball. Stan then tosses his pillow down next to it and grabs the blanket to pull over both of them, as they finally lay down to sleep themselves. Both scoot together into a spooning position, with Tony as the spoon.

“How long do we have?" Tony whispers.

“About six hours. Trust me. He will be waking us up himself." Stan returns and closes his eyes.

“Ah. Good to know. Night nephew."

“Good night."

Although the horizon had yet to begin changing color to signal the approaching morning, it was early enough for Bruce's swollen balls to wake him up. He lifted a leg and noticed they were at least four times their normal size. Bruce began tenderly licking them and noticed the skin of his sheath was a little swollen as well. He gave the opening slit a lick, to expose the tip of the cock and noticed it was no longer mottled. It had actual skin. The werewolf stopped right away and gave Tony a nudge with his muzzle. All his uncle did was groan and wiggle. Bruce huffed and shoved at Tony hard enough to role him over onto Stan, who was sleeping on his back now.

“Hey what the…"

“Easy there I'm…"

Their exchange was swiftly interrupted by a whine from Bruce, that motivated both of them to look his way and at the swollen balls past his raised leg. Tony was still on top and had just raised himself up off Stan, when they looked at each other with more open and awake eyes.

“It's time for Trent to come back to us." Stan announced.

Both of them quickly got to their feet, as Stan jogged into his room.

“Keep Bruce soothed and calm." He called behind himself, as he began digging through the unpacked crate.

“Both of you will be fine soon." Tony glanced at the swollen balls and then back at Bruce. “I bet you want to cum real bad huh?"

The werewolf simply nodded and whined.

“I'm guessing you have to wait a bit until…" Stan came jogging back with a dark glass jug.

“Start putting this all over your arms and upper body. It will smooth us down and not irritate Trent's new skin, as he emerges and changes back to his human form." Stan advised as he immediately popped the cork and pulled Tony's forearm up to a horizontal position.

Stan then tilted the jug and a fist size clear blob of really thick yellow paste dropped onto it, before he set the jug back down and corked it. Next he scooped up half of it and transferred it to his arm and began spreading it out. He nodded towards Tony to begin doing the same thing with his share.

“Start spreading it out over your arms first. Then as it heats up and thins out, begin moving it to your chest and belly. Oh, don't forget to heavily coat your face whiskers and shoulders. Just in case."

Tony raised an eyebrow at that last line, but then shrugged and continued to mimic what his nephew was doing with the paste.

“Okay Bruce, get up on your hands and legs. We will be getting under you real soon here and be pulling your sheath back for Trent. Don't worry about us bumping your balls. The paste has a soothing component to negate the discomfort you may feel from us touching them. Let me share some of the paste off of me and apply it to them right now."

The big werewolf hesitated at first and shifted his hips away from Stan.

“Seriously son?" Stan stood there with thoroughly coated arms outstretched. “Please trust me."

“For Trent." Tony whispered into Bruce's ear.

The werewolf huffed and stood still, as Stan approached his balls and tenderly applied the clear yellow paste. It was initially cool to the touch, but quickly warmed and soothed them. His dad then walked back around to his side and looked right at Tony.

“Alright. Let's do this."

Both got under Bruce and began pulling his sheath back. The emerging cock immediately showed signs Trent was coming back, in the form of it having the regular textured and colored skin on the outside. It was still a little pink, but the mottled surface of an ordinary canine penis was completely gone. Both remained in place and simply let the exposed part drop down into their arms.

“Looks like we are getting started just in time." Tony observed.

“Yup. I can already see the skin beginning to bulge outward from just behind the head."

“Pull the sheath back more?"

“We pull it back all the way, before Trent's legs start reforming."

“I can stay here at his head, while you focus on getting him completely out." Tony suggested.

“Sounds good to me." Stan replies as he wraps his arms up around the phallic flesh, then scoots sideways and uses his one arm to keep pushing the sheath back.

“How does it look back there?"

“I'm not seeing much definition in the buttocks area. But I just felt myself bump a tiny bulge underneath and seeing two stumps begin to emerge where his hips are at, after finally getting the sheath all the way back. I don't see any sign of a knot inflating on the body."

Bruce whimpered a little as Stan's shoulder made contact with one of his balls.

“Sorry about that son."

“So are we ready yet?"

“Looks like we are. Okay son. Start releasing that syrup and pump that raw resource into Trent."

Both then heard gurgling come from inside the slowly transforming canine shaft.

“Easy there. Don't pump it into him too fast." Stan advised.

Bruce groaned a little in response.

“I can see his head begin to take on some definition now. We have a nose and closed eyes. The pointed shape is definitely getting more rounded and blunt."

“I can see a nub where his ear will be forming from here, as well as the skin between his head and forming shoulders beginning to shrink into a recognizable neck. His legs are definitely growing out more and my arms can feel some serious firmness under the skin now."

“Ribs and pelvis?"

“Yup." Stan answers.

“You here that Bruce. Doing great. Slow and steady." Tony encourages.

Both then began to hear a subtle popping sound from all over inside the body, as bones formed and found their place to fit together properly.

“Keep that steady flow going son. Trent is coming along beautifully."

“Definitely getting bigger and heavier too."

“I'm seeing the forming of an arm on this side."

“Same here. How about them legs?"

“Just finished their popping and now just gaining mass."

“He have feet yet?"

“Getting there with more popping."

“I see hands beginning to form. Shoulders are definitely visible. Now he just has a fat neck."

“How does his head look?"

“Almost done. Definitely have a nose, cheeks, lips and a chin. I see really tiny dark points appearing on the top of his head and rapidly multiplying."

“That is his hair. Definitely can clearly see where the wolf cock ends and his ass cheeks begin now. I'm just letting his legs drop down. It's okay if his arms do the same. It will encourage blood flow to them. Well look at that son, your balls are finally shrinking. I bet that feels a lot better."

Stan spotted the swinging motion of the tail. Tony also noticed.

“Hey you feel any subtle flexing on your end?"

“His stomach is moving normal. He is definitely breathing on his own."

“Yeah can see his shoulders move slightly. Oh. We have eye movement under the lids."

“Looks like we now have fully formed legs on this end and his arm on my side looks good too. Ear is fully formed as well. I think a finger just twitched. He is probably beginning to hear us. Okay son, start easing up on the flow and get ready for the uncomfortable part."

Bruce understandably groaned.

“It's time son. Remember when you accidentally gripped my canine cock with a dry hand, then pulled it away and saw the expression on my face?"

“Yes." Bruce finally spoke again.

“You are about to feel that same thing all over your cock, as the flesh inside him finally separates from your cock. It's okay to whimper. No one will judge."

A mere moment passed and Bruce definitely whimpered. The next sound was heard at Trent's ass and was a milder version of extracting a butt plug. Both elder men braced their legs, as all of Trent's weight began shifting into their arms. The hair on his head had finally grown back in and was very short. He began moving his fingers. Bruce sat down and began tenderly licking his exposed cock.

“Trent is waking up. Let's get him rolled over and down onto the blankets. Thoroughly lick his eyelids, so they can finally open for him." Stan instructed.

Trent's neck muscles relaxed and allowed his head to assume a more normal position.

“Mhmm." Came the first sound from his reformed vocal cords in his throat.

Tony stopped the licking and got a nod of confirmation from Stan that it should be enough.

“Come on." Stan encouraged with light taps on the cheek. “Come back to us Trent. You're almost there. Focus on my voice now. Let it guide you back to us."

Both were now setting on the blanket with Trent between them. Tony had the head in his lap, while Stan began moving the legs and rubbing the feet. He soon switched to the arms and hands with same attention.

“Wha-… Chilly. I'm…" Trent mumbled and shivered, as he began to slowly open his eyes.

Stan was right there and pulled the one blanket corner up over him. He heard the distinct sound of flesh shifting and looked over to Bruce, whom had just changed back to human form and was crawling towards them.

“Better now?" He looked back and asked Trent, while looking him right in the eyes and got a nod in response. “Good. No more talking until we get you some water."

The moment Bruce was next to Trent, he looked Tony right in the eyes and stared. He said nothing, but the elder got the silent message and very slowly got up, allowing the younger one to take his spot. Bruce kept his eyes on him until he was on his feet.

“I'll get the water and a towel." Tony offered under his breath and walked away.

Bruce then shifted that hard stare to Stan, who was already getting on his feet himself and followed his uncle into his private quarters.

“The cub is being a tad possessive." Tony observed, while retrieving a towel. “You think he would show some gratitude for us helping with bringing Trent back to him."

“It's just wolf instinct. You know that. It's a completely normal reaction, post what just transpired between them biologically It's an echo from harder times of survival for our kind."

“I thought that one day I would get that same stare from him for a completely different reason. Didn't really think about breeding affecting one the same way." Tony sighs and chuckles to himself.

“This is still new to you. Now you know." Stan assures him with a hand on his shoulder. “When we go back out there, we keep our distance and walk around them to get the water."

Both then heard growling come from outside and quickly moved to see what was happening, the moment they also heard a mild thumping sound. Standing at the threshold was Luke. He remained in place and didn't move. Bruce was staring right at him. Stan and Tony moved along the wall towards Luke, then gently grabbed him by the arms and escorted him back out of the room. They spotted Lance squatting by the two unconscious forms of Mason and Jacob. He was giving them occasional pats and taps all over to wake them back up, then noticed Stan and Tony had returned with Luke.

“They both were holding up pretty good, when watching the whole ordeal with us. They honestly had no words and were just in shock. I had no words either, but at least remained aware of my surroundings. Luke was absolutely hypnotized by what he was seeing and I had to keep pulling him back away from the open door, out of respect for privacy. It looked like something that was supposed to be inclusive. Like when a woman has her baby. It actually looked a bit like… never mind. The moment that inhuman bone chilling growl came out of Bruce at us, it was just too much for the boys and they simply collapsed where they stood." Lance explained.

Mason and Jacob finally responded to Lance's attention and moaned as they woke back up.

“There we go. Welcome back to the waking world. No big bad wolf pounced nor attacked you two. He was just being protective of someone that obviously means a lot to him." Lance assures them.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it." Jacob says groggily.

“So you would growl for me too?" Mason taunts and pokes him.

“Maybe. We'll talk after you finally let me fuck your ass a few times."

“Hey I'm no woman here, so let's not get into that sort of discussion."

'You sure took it like…" Jacob then stops himself and notices he had a standing audience.

Mason finally takes notice and couldn't help but snicker.

“Well. As entertaining as that moment was, Stan and I have a dehydrated couple to take care of." Tony remarks and turns back towards the room.

“You stay put this time." Stan chides Luke while pointing at him.

Luke slumps a little, then sighs and nods. Both of them then walk back into the room and along the opposite wall, to where a pitcher and mugs were setting by themselves. They checked to make sure water was still in the pitcher, then slowly approached Bruce and Trent with them. While the one laying with his head in the other one's lap was looking at them with a warm smile, the one that just bred him maintained the hard stare and watched their every move, as they got close enough to set everything down on the blanket within arms reach of the couple. Both then slowly got up and walked back over to the other four, to see that Mason and Jacob were back on their feet.

“Sorry about earlier Stan." Luke sincerely apologizes.

“It's okay. This is new to most all of us." Stan gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Beyond the strong influence of his protective instincts, Bruce knows you meant no harm or danger. It is just Nature doing it's job looking out for our kind. Him and his new mate just need a little time to themselves and get their energy back."

“Speaking of energy, they probably will be getting very hungry soon." Tony observes.

“Way ahead of you uncle. I made prior arrangements for very early morning food to be sent to us. One of the items specially selected for the new brother and preparation overseen by Shamus himself. You young lads care to go retrieve it from the window?" Stan adds.

“The Window?" Mason asks.

“Yes. The food is being delivered to the windows just outside the entry to this research area."

“What, does he fly or something?" Jacob asks.

“Cute, but not necessary. The window used to be an open access point for hauling supplies directly up to this old storage loft, via the rope and pulley lift that was left intact."

“Do we have to signal someone down on the ground and then wait for it?" Luke inquires.

“Nope. I knew how long this would have taken and made sure the food got here soon enough. There actually should be someone waiting down there now." Stan assures him.

“That's your subtle signal to get over to the window now." Tony added.

“One more thing. The large basket will be heavy and require all of you to carry it back in here. Just in case you decide to take a peak, there will be a metallic cylinder inside that you don't touch for any reason. You will know it when you see it. Now you three can go get the food."

The three younger men walk over to the entrance and open the doors. Two of them set the blocks in place to hold the doors in place. The moment they opened the large chest high double swinging window inward, the rope right in front of them wiggled. Luke looked down and pantomimed the gesture of eating to the man down on the ground. A large basket was already setting on the platform, waiting to be hoisted up to the loft. The man waved and nodded, before grabbing the still moving part of the rope and began pulling down on it. The two pulleys mounted to the sturdy wood beam above the window began turning. The ascent didn't seem all that fast, but the man below kept the pace steady and the cargo stable. Luke then ducked away and went downstairs to make sure the other guardsmen were still asleep. Each door check yielded a pair of men snoring. By the time he was back upstairs, the top of the very large covered laundry basket became visible outside the window. There was a black blanket covering as much of it as possible and a few rotations of twine securing it at the sides.

The three young men then swung the platform and basket inward and onto the sill. Luke and Jacob gripped the basket and began sliding it off the platform, while Mason held onto the platform itself. The two lifters grunted silently as they lowered the basket down onto the floor. The third party member carefully swung the platform back out into the open air and then steadied it in place, before waving down for it to be retrieved. He then closed the window and helped the other two lift the basket back up. It became easier to lift with the three of them grabbing the basket. They silently nodded to each other and began transporting the covered basket over to Stan and Tony.

“You would think someone killed a deer and threw it in here." Jacob commented.

“Trust me. You would smell it if it was one." Luke assured him.

“So neither of you were curious about the metal thing inside?" Mason asked.

Jacob and Luke shook their heads, as all three slowly shuffled further across the floor.

“After seeing how Bruce looked and growled at us earlier for just being too close to him and Trent, I had no intention of even moving the cover." Jacob admitted.

“Yeah. Probably best we just leave everything alone." Luke assumed.

All three snickered nervously as they lowered the basket down onto the floor.

“Thanks guys. We really appreciate it." Stan complements, as he unties the twine.

“So what all is in that thing?" Luke inquires.

“Breakfast for everyone, including the guardsmen?" Tony suggested.

“Plus a special selection for the two behind us." Stan added as he pulled back the blanket and pointed at the brushed silver metal cylinder setting in the middle of the other concealed breakfast selections in individual cloth covered baskets. It was big enough to put a man's head inside of it.

The cylinder itself had no markings, save for the simple wolf head design on the top. He reached down and carefully pulled it up from in between the other items, then straightened up and immediately turned around to walk slowly into his room. Tony had just turned around to follow and was stopped with a raised hand and pause from Stan.

“Alone." Came the request from the nephew, before he resumed walking in.

“Don't forget to close the doors again." Tony directs behind him at neither young man in particular.

All three walked back to the entry doors. Luke walked out and looked down the stairs for one more status check, then walked back in and nodded to the other two. Jacob and Mason closed the doors, before walking back to where Lance and Tony was standing outside the room. All four remained standing in place and watched the new scene play out. They could see Bruce watching Stan the same way a predator would watch their prey, while protectively keeping an arm around a more coherent Trent. Stan got within six feet of the blanket and then sidestepped a couple times, before setting the cylinder down on the blanket. He then stepped back six feet and sat down on the stone floor. Bruce stretched and reached out for the cylinder, then pulled it towards him and Trent. He briefly looked towards the other group outside the room, then back towards Stan, while unscrewing the top off of it. The moment the previously undetectable lid came off, a wild smell of freshly killed deer meat filled the air and was deeply sucked into the nostrils of all four werewolves. This subtly triggered the inner wolf and manifested as eye shine and then it faded away.

Bruce reached in and pulled out a heaping handful of blood soaked diced black meat and placed it in the removed upside down lid. Trent took it and reached forward, then set it down and pushed it to the edge of the blanket. Stan carefully crawled forward to retrieve the offering of meat, then went back to his sitting spot and placed the lid into his lap. He then did nothing else as he watched Trent lick Bruce's hand clean and then dig into the container with his own hand for some meat of his own. Stan sat and waited for both to begin eating before he finally started eating his share. At this point, the strong scent became perceptible by a human being.

“Oh. That is strong." Mason commented about the fresh deer meat and pinched his nose.

Luke and Jacob just waved a hand in front of their faces and snickered.

“Better go fetch the incense. We will need it soon." Lance comments to no one in particular.

Bruce then paused and looked right at Tony, before directing him with a blood stained finger to sit with Stan. Tony said nothing and politely complied with an exchanged nod of respect. Bruce watched him all the way and then looked back at the other four and shook his head. They simply stepped back out of sight and jointly decided to fetch the incense together. Tony had just settled into his sitting spot next to Stan and grabbed a piece of the diced raw meat.

“What a night." He observes, before tossing it into his mouth.