Masked Jackals
Masked men to jackals. What else is there to want in life really
Masked Jackals
By Grumb
The elevator grinded to a halt, its four occupants quietly facing the doors with guns drawn. Together, they were named the Love Company and were known for their underground connections and unquestioned use of force. Arriving at an unsanctioned facility located underneath the large slums of Amota, the company was paid a substantial amount of credits to confidentially retrieve important data and liquidate any survivors inside.
Outside the jurisdiction of any federation's authority, this robust lab used to research outlawed compounds and experiment upon forgotten undesirables. Now the place was a rumored death trap, a tomb for those who entered following an undisclosed incident.
As the elevator doors opened, Streva was the first to leave, his gun pointing forward. Lights inside the facility flickered ever so often illuminating the darkened halls. McCoy and Corvo soon followed close behind, weapons drawn protecting the sides of their forward comrade. Jazz secured their rears, his gun's flashlight piercing the abandoned rooms nearby, revealing strewn papers and destroyed equipment scattered across.
The facility itself was large, a maze of different rooms and halls filled with strange compounds. According to the scarce report provided by their employer, not many scientists worked within the facility at the time of the undisclosed incident. This provided some answer as to why no survivors or bodies were located near the elevator, but the elite veterans maintained their cautiousness anyway. They were warned teams had been sent in before. None returned. Though the reason as to why was left unanswered.
Confirming each room, each closet and each corner was secure, the small squad progressed deeper into the underground facility locked together. The company quickly noticed the evolution within their environment, the white laboratory walls near the elevator slowly shifting into spotted shades of black and green. Forms of mold and exotic overgrown vines snaked across the interior, piercing outlets and cracking into the ceramic panels. The air grew damp and heavy with each step, foreign particles lazily floating throughout. The lab's lights barely worked in most areas, leaving voids of black only liberated by the men's flashlights.
The squad wore balaclavas obscuring their identities and strong tactical body equipment, combat helmets and ballistic eyewear, though some of them couldn't help but mentally question whether their gear secured themselves from whatever was released within the facility. Confident in their abilities and securing a large chunk of the facility already without issue though, the four men decided it best to split into pairs. Two pushing deeper into the labyrinth to find and eliminate any survivors and the other two proceed towards the the main lab to secure the experiment data.
McCoy and Streva approached the back of the facility, the side walls completely lined in thorny vines, the white tile underneath disappearing behind the lush greenery and spotted mildew. Flashlights barely pierced the clouded air.
The two men, although wearing similar combat gear, from an outside perspective couldn't be more different in frame and size. Streva was small and lean. His body built with little muscle, but making up for in his marksman abilities and technical skills. McCoy was a brute. His body ripped with flesh that already strained against his vest and clothes. His massive fingers certainly couldn't type well on a keyboard, but those same hands could snap a neck with ease.
With his large combat boot, McCoy kicked open the door to the main lab, both quickly entering guns drawn. As their lights illuminated the inside, the two were stunned by the sight before them.
Covering the walls, computers, equipment, even the floor, scores of strange flowers lined across. Colors of red, pink, vibrant oranges and stunning blues uniquely defined each large flower. Their mass seemingly without foundation, somehow sprouting everywhere chaotically without reason. Even for the two hardened men, it was hard to not be phased by the environment before them, though they quickly snapped back to their serious selves surveying the room for threats and locking in on the main server in the back corner.
Watching the outside hallway as Streva worked to dismantle the storage from the harddrive, McCoy carefully trained his gun forward, looking for any movement in the darkness ahead. Standing there, he couldn't help but shift his eyes to one of the nearby flowers. Its violent colors almost demanded attention, hypnotically drawing McCoy closer to its sprawled pedals. The flower itself bloomed and enthrallingly swayed despite no wind, beckoning the masked soldier to approach.
His past training and resilience dissolving, reasoning pushed to the back of his head, McCoy leaned his large body closer to the flower, inspecting its insides as his gun remained pointed towards the door. Without warning, the flower constricted and sprayed directly into the face of McCoy, blinding his eyewear in a layer of yellow pollen and fluids, particles slipping through the mask's fibers directly into his mouth.
McCoy stumbled backwards in shock, coughing and sputtering heavily, bringing a hand forward to wipe at the gunk on his goggles, only succeeding in smearing it and spreading the spray onto his tactical glove. The taste of salty saline thickened his saliva as McCoy desperately tried spitting the gross consistency off his tongue. The spray itself stinging with each cough, dripping down his chin and neck. McCoy felt its gross collection across his covered face, the overwhelming smell alone making his head buzz in confusion and disgust.
The harddrive's storage in hand, Streva quickly turned after hearing the coughs from behind. To his horror, his comrade's entire body was surrounded by a heavy yellow cloud coming from a flower nearby, his black mask practically covered in the spray. Unbecoming of his status, McCoy frantically pulled and grasped at his wet balaclava, grunts and loud gasps heard as he desperately tried to free himself from the taste and smell surrounding his head like a cage. His gun swinging to his side as he used both hands to grasp at his sticky mask, McCoy abandoned all sense of professionalism and replaced it with complete panic.
Streva, remaining calm, remembered one of the details provided by their employer.
"Any individual directly exposed to the released compound must be immediately eliminated."
Jazz and Corvo pushed into the facility's halls, their large boots crunching on strange roots as they entered a small room lined with glassed cells. The entire inside was black, no lights providing any relief. Panning across the room with their flashlights, the two men searched for any signs of life before moving on. Both stopped suddenly when, in the last cell at the back of the room, they spotted a figure inside one of the cells standing alone.
The two men carefully moved towards the darkened figure, flashlights pointed in its direction revealing a tattered lab coat barely hanging across its back. A cloud of hot steam generated off its hot body from the surrounding cold facility air. Pointed ears stood on the top of its head, flickering as Corvo's boot stepped on a vine just outside the cell that locked the thing in place. As the beast inside slowly turned to face the armed men, Jazz and Corvo were given a direct sight to what stood before them. Without question, each man shot a bullet from their silenced guns, shattering the glass cage and slamming into the creature's chest, dropping it with a large thud onto the tile below.
The men moved closer into the now open cell to confirm the kill. Ripped clothing damp with glossy fluid barely covered its black fur underneath, large muscles straining against the torn articles. As they inspected the downed being, Jazz in particular noticed that despite its fur, the creature's frame remained relatively human. Anthro in nature with large pecs, abs, a straining ribcage, two biceps, bulky thighs connecting to long furred legs. Ignoring everything else, it was just a fur-covered human. They certainly couldn't ignore everything else though.
Continuing to be watchful of their surroundings, Jazz and Corvo shifted their flashlights towards the dead creature's face. The two had seen their fair share of strange throughout their lives, but this superseded most. Before them, a long snout ending in a black nose tilted to the side, a flat wet tongue hung out over sharp canines onto the floor. Connected to its maw, the furred face behind resembled something painted inside Egyptian tombs. Strangely canine in nature with towering pelted ears upon its head, the very size of them alone made Corvo question if any other similar monsters heard their silenced gunshots.
Ignoring the beast's long tail to the side, its open orange eyes, the padded-clawed hands and feet, the two men moved their beams of light south towards what sat between its naked thighs. Hanging far too many uncomfortable inches down, its shaft literally defined the phrase of a third leg. Its flesh dark and leathery, a bulging vein still throbbing despite the beast laying dead. The tip of its head still slowly leaking precum onto the cold tiles below. Seated just behind the canine shaft, a pair of heavy furred balls matched the freakishly large size of its member.
The beast's entire genitals looked slick as if it was recently used. The body also coated in the same sticky substance that pooled from its cock. A smell originated from its mass, flaring the nostrils of the two masked men who looked down in horror. Having spent far too much time already inspecting the thing, the two men readjusted themselves ignoring just how long they stared at the thing's groin. As they left the room, proceeding deeper into the facility to search for other survivors, unbeknownst to either of them, orange eyes carefully watched from a distance within the security of the darkness.
McCoy stumbled backwards into a cabinet as he continued his struggle against the flower's cloud surrounding his body. Unable to see or breathe, his hysteria only triggered other flowers around him to shower his frame to the point his mask became completely saturated with the spraying musk. McCoy's panicked mind slowed with each stinging breath, feeling the fluid collect underneath his tactical equipment, coating his skin with sticky condensation that gathered within every possible crevice. His pits, the divots in his abs, his stirring crotch, soon there wasn't anywhere the fluid wasn't. Dropping to his hands and knees in exhaustion, McCoy heaved desperately, breath raspy with the thick fluid that collected in the back of his throat.
Streva could barely see his colleague behind the yellow cloud. He wanted to help but feared moving any closer towards the spray. Thoughts of escape were blocked by both the body of McCoy and more of the flowers. He weighed actually shooting McCoy on the spot as their employer advised, but found himself unable to carry out such violence against his own comrade. Nevertheless, Streva needed to act soon as the multiple spraying flowers were starting to fill the inside of the lab with the same mist attacking McCoy.
Sliding the harddrive's storage into his waistband, Streva swung his gun behind so he could utilize both hands. Holding his breath, Streva ran towards McCoy making sure to not step on any other of the flowers within the lab. Grabbing hold of McCoy's tactical gear, Streva dragged his larger squadmate across the ground towards the door to the outside hallways. McCoy's bulky body compared to his own making the process frustratingly slow. Streva strained to both pull the large man while still holding his breath from the swirling spray around him, seeing it collect onto his tactical equipment.
Streva would have screamed at his colleague to help if he could, but desperately tried to not breathe the stained air around him. McCoy, barely recognizing in his stupor that someone was pulling him towards safety, finally pushed his strong legs with Streva, helping to slide himself out the door into the hallway. Outside the flower's gas, Streva dropped McCoy to the side before slamming the laboratory door shut, cutting them off from the flowers. Free from the seemingly poisonous spray, harddrive secured, Streva collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.
The two men laid on the tiled floor heaving in air finally devoid of the flower's cloud. Slowly sitting up, Streva looked towards his squadmate who was no longer obscured by the gas. His entire mask was coated in the spray, the area near his mouth particularly condensed with a collection of the fluid that slowly dripped to the floor. The rest of his body and even his feet contained differing amounts of the same slick matter. Most concerning though, on one of McCoy's hands, now free from a tactical glove that must have slipped off in their struggle, a light dusting of black lined across. Leaning in, Streva noticed this wasn't part of the spray but actually fur growing from McCoy's skin.
Immediately Streva stood up and removed his own gloves, thinking his exposure to the gas was causing the same reaction. As he pulled off the tactical leather, he was relieved to just see skin underneath without mutation. From the report provided by their employer, one of the released compounds caused patients to act aggressive towards others; but whatever was happening to McCoy was different. Putting his gloves back on, Streva thought to himself on what to do next before swinging his gun around from his back and shining its flashlight onto his colleague below.
The man was obviously in no condition to continue, but Streva couldn't carry him and he wasn't going to drag him through the unsecured halls. An array of ideas flooded his head, some more extreme than others on what to do. Reaching behind with a hand, Streva grabbed a pair of hanging zipties and stepped over McCoy, straddling the man. With whatever was happening to his squadmate's body from the spray, Streva didn't want to leave him unsecured and decided it best to restrain him here before regrouping with Jazz and Corvo.
Bending over, Streva noticed more black hairs emerging near the bottom of McCoy's mask. Coarse fur at his neck poking out and growing even thicker. Before Streva could even question what he was seeing though, he was suddenly falling face first into his colleagues chest.
Without warning, McCoy had grabbed and violently pushed Streva's straddling legs backwards, forcing the man standing over him to fall directly onto his body. The two were locked chest to chest, Streva's groin laying directly on McCoys. Dazed, his brain rattled from the sudden fall, Streva groaned as he raised his head off his colleague's chest. Now facing McCoy, there was little to recognize from the partner he once knew. McCoy's mask still matched his own in style, but the flower's spray now leaked from the insides, collecting at the growing mane across his neck.
For a second there was nothing but silence, the two staring at each other waiting for the other to act. Streva's eyes shifted to see his gun laying to the side just in reach. Trying to push himself off his squadmate, Streva was the first to move in the hopes of separating himself and grabbing his weapon. He soon realized though that his body was completely locked in place to the larger frame underneath, McCoy using his massive arms to lock the two together. Chest to chest. Groin to groin.
McCoy's mind was washed empty, replaced with nothing but the smell from the saturated mask that stuck to his face. Panting in primal desire, sliding his tongue out to lick at the spray collecting across his face. He was a shell of himself, unable to decipher the changes throughout his body, what he was doing or the reason behind. The only thing McCoy did recognize was his growing lust and the growing cock in his pants, now stimulated against the struggling colleague above him.
McCoy couldn't remember the mission or even his name. He found himself in a new environment, his back against the cold tiles below. Fur prickling across his growing frame as muscled stretched even more. Looking at the struggling person on top of him, he almost recoiled from the smell. The smaller human devoid of the flower's spray, his frame without the delicious smell of musk and sweat. If McCoy's mind knew anything at this point, it was that he desired to spread the smell of himself onto this masked colt before him.
Pushing his face forward, McCoy smeared his sticky mask against Streva, coating his colleague in the same sticky fluid. In an awkward struggle, Streva desperately tried turning his face away from his colleague, getting slammed with a whiff of the saturated mask that now rubbed across his own balaclava. Strands of the fluid sticking and pulling in a strange sloppy kiss without flesh, mask rubbing against mask.
Streva was overwhelmed. Minutes ago the two men were securing data, now he was being assaulted by his own squadmate. Large muscled hips bucking a fat bulge into his ass, a tongue coated in saliva pushing against his balaclava soaking through both of the men's masks smearing fluids together. The heavy smell of musk saturating the air, intertwining the two in a disgusting combination of both man and the flower's corrupting spray. Streva was dumbfounded by sensations across his body, unable to do anything else but continue his useless struggle. With each deep breath though, he was having to force himself to continue the fight against the strong muscles locking him in place, the slight feeling of arousal slowly bubbling within telling himself to give in.
His mind flooded with a million thoughts, some more dubious than others, Streva felt his smaller hips grinding in pattern against his colleague's below. Both of them building a chaotic rhythm of passion without rationale. Streva's masked face finally leaned forward against McCoy, openly embracing the smear of fluid across his visor and balaclava. The flower's sticky sap soaking underneath, touching at Streva's quivering lips.
The two men were locked in an uncontrolled rut. Cocks straining against cargo pants, desperate for action. McCoy's massive body, lined with the corrupting spray, mutated even larger, endorphins overwhelming any sense of control as more sweaty fur grew in. Streva's own mind and smaller frame were almost incentivized by the changing man underneath him, arousing his own changes as ears pointed and slowly shifted to the top of his head with each aggressive grind. Arching his back to get in a better position for the beast underneath.
Streva found former insecurities of his smaller body slowly melting away. The mission and his commitment to the company dissolved every second as pleasure grew across. Rational ideas desperately pinged his brain in the hopes of bringing the former soldier back to reality. Telling him to grab the gun nearby or to continue the useless struggle. These same thoughts though were slowly corrupted, suggesting to instead continue the grind or to embrace the buff male underneath lined with noxious sweat. Everytime McCoy's cock grinded against Streva's sensitive bulge, rationality was replaced with submission perfect for his smaller changing body.
Mind broken, Streva placed his gloved hands flat onto the tiled flour before. No longer resisting, he embraced the fattening bulge below allowing it to push deeper into his crack. He used the leverage to desperately raise his frame up and down against the sturdy flesh underneath that was defined with the wonderful smell of unwashed beast. Mccoy smiled underneath his mask, feeling his bulge prod the tight hole of the emerging pup before him. The rhythm of the corrupted colt matching his lustful grind, He took in the human's changing smell.
Since encountering the furred creature inside the glass cell, Jazz and Corvo had been unable to locate any others throughout the facility. This distressed both of them being that there had to be more of those things meaning they were purposefully hiding, lurking within the shadows. Equally concerning was that Streva and McCoy hadn't grouped up with them yet. The two other squadmates should have returned by now with the server, which meant something went wrong. Jazz and Corvo decided it best to backtrack to their squadmate's last known location, the main lab.
As they retraced their steps, the two couldn't help but feel they were being watched and followed from behind. Slight sounds of movement in dark rooms, sharp nails scuffling across the floor's tiles. Everytime Jazz and Corvo swung their gun's flashlight towards the movements though, nothing emerged. From an outside perspective, the masked men appeared rational and unphased. As time progressed, both were beginning to worry for the fate of the mission and the fate of their two other colleagues. Sweat collected underneath their gear as they increased their pace towards the main lab, hopeful to get there before some surprise ambush ended the mission all together.
Turning a corner, Jazz and Corvo stopped in their tracks. No more than ten feet away in front of the main laboratory door, barely illuminated by flashlights strewn across the ground, two of those creatures laid on the floor. Both soldiers raised their guns and stepped closer, expecting the worst for their comrades as they were given a better view of the writhing beasts before them. The two standing men almost dropped their guns in shock as their flashlights shined upon what sat before them. It was McCoy and Streva.
Had it not been for the gear that still hung across their frames, albeit barely, Jazz and Corvo never would have recognized the two, and likely had shot them already. McCoy's mammoth of a body laid back-down across the facility's floor. Thick muscle lined with new fur pushed out of tears and holes throughout his tactical equipment. McCoy had somehow grown even more since the last time they were all together. Beefy flesh breeding in movement against the smaller creature sitting on top of him. Two exposed hairy thighs barely clothed at this point, bent at the knees and violently lifted McCoy's large ass off the ground. Everytime his hips thrusted upwards, a long tail thrashed underneath, wicking and flexing across the tile below.
An enormous cock matching the one they encountered before in the cell, slid in and out of the creature above him. Flesh without end, slick with what both Jazz and Corvo only assumed was cum that also collected onto the floor around the two beasts. His balaclava stretched to its limits as a long snout pushed horizontally and towering ears emerged vertically. McCoy's tongue so long, it easily slid out his maw and underneath the ripping mask to lick and kiss at the smaller beast's own lengthening snout.
Streva, his own mask thrown to the side, was seemingly still growing into his transformation as his human traits slowly dissolved before their eyes. He maintained his smaller form, though fur still sprouted from certain holes and tears across his frame. His pants completely torn open likely by McCoy underneath, exposing the man's fattening ass and freakish tail that bobbed in unison with his body. His own cock and balls freakishly mutated, lined with hair and a shaft surrounded by a fatty sheath, bounced across the chest of McCoy with each rut, strings of cum stretching each time.
His face with every pump stretching longer, his ears completely shifted to the top of head, his snout pushing more into the mask of McCoy, the two grossly engaged in a sloppy kiss which allowed thick drool to drip onto their changing bodies. Streva's eyes colored a vibrant orange, staring deeply into the heavy beast before him, all human ideas and thoughts forsaken, replaced with lust and odor.
Jazz and Corvo could smell the two rutting creatures, their aroma of desire almost making their eyes water despite their sealed goggles. The hallway itself lined with the smell, making the two standing men almost dizzy as they watched their former colleagues fuck. So absorbed in the beasts below, the musk dulling their usually alert minds, they barely noticed steps and shuffles behind. It was Corvo who snapped himself out of the sweaty haze, swinging around just in time to come face to face with another one of the canines.
Before he could act, his gun was ripped from his hands and thrown to the ground by the beast. The strength of its arms alone shocked and terrified Corvo as he stared at the creature's sharp canines and deep orange eyes. Shifting his own eyes down, he noticed on the standing animal's chest two dotted scars pierced its pelt. In shock, Corvo suddenly realized this was the same beast from the cell, the thing somehow healing itself from two bullets.
Corvo didn't know whether to fight, to run or to simply remain standing in fear. If bullets couldn't kill this thing what could he do? He struggled to comprehend the anxiety and fear that restricted his body. He was a soldier. An elite member of the Love Company, yet here he was unable to fight or defend his comrades. Looking past the looming creature before him, Corvo could see even more of them, hungrily lurking, all wearing varied forms of tattered clothes, almost all exposing their shafts. Eyes shifting over to Jazz in desperation, Corvo's hopes for help were quickly shattered. Still staring at the transformed McCoy and Streva fucking on the ground, Jazz was using one of his hands to absently grab and knead at his straining bulge as the other hand holding his gun slowly lowered.
Looking to his own weapon on the ground and back to the furred creature in front of him, Corvo squeezed his eyes shut seeing the beast step closer. He could hear the wet sounds of his two colleagues breeding behind him. He could smell and feel the hot breath blowing upon his mask from the standing canine in front of him. He was surrounded on all sides by forms of lust and corruption, the very stank seeping into his tactical equipment, lining already sweaty skin with more of the smell.
Corvo trembled, his nostrils taking in the large beast, unable to stop himself from smelling its strong scent. His nose twitched with each breath, its reek slowly becoming less abrasive as he opened his mouth as well to inhale the humid air. The smell of sex, fur and sweat coating his insides, attacking his mind with wicked ideas and corrupting suggestions.
Opening his eyes again, he watched as the beast before him, its snout practically touching his masked nose, slowly wrapped its clawed hands around him before sliding them down to grab his ass. Corvo yelped before getting pulled closer into the furred chest. His hands grabbed at the slick fur, whatever coated the hairs making his palms wet and sticky. The smell alone overwhelmed Corvo, finding his knees buckling as he took it in, only the beast supporting him as it slowly squeezed and coaxed at his ass. Corvo found himself pressing more into the thing's chest, looking up in his mask needily into the orange swirling eyes of the creature.
Any walls of morality or the mission were slowly being chipped away with each breath and each squeeze of his cheeks. Corvo embarrassingly felt his pants grow taut near his groin as his shaft strained desperately at the fabric. Absently grinding against the beast's own massive cock which leaked and slid almost to his chest with a new lustful frot between the two. Cum leaking out the monster's furred shaft, soaking Corvo's pants and making the perfect environment to be slid against. The two slowly increased their grind with more aggression, the canine's clawed hands leisurely sliding towards the soldier's crack before pushing in, teasing at the sensitive ring which throbbed in need. Corvo looked over to Jazz to see the man being grinded from behind by another large creature, though Jazz seemingly cared little, using both hands to continue squeezing at his cock as he continued watching his former colleagues fuck, his gun long since dropped to the ground.
Suddenly, Corvo's body was being separated and spun around from the warm furry chest. Almost distressed that he no longer was taking in the creature's scent, he was soon pushed and directed towards Jazz. Seemingly understanding without a word spoken, the beast behind Jazz grabbed him as well and lightly pushed the human forward until both soldiers were face to face, their tactical chests pushing against the other. Corvo, the most rational of the two, turned his face away from his colleague, hints of humiliation and heteronormativity still pinging his brain. Though his resistance and guard were quickly crushed as two clawed hands grabbed at his pants, forcefully ripping a large hole in them before sliding a large cock against his crack.
Jazz, his mind almost entirely corrupted at this point, took advantage of his colleague's shock from being grinded, shoving his own masked face into Corvos. Corvo struggled against the tongue of Jazz, saliva soaking through both of their masks leaving wet patches throughout. Soon enough Corvo surrendered again though, turning his face to do the same, the men finding themselves in a strange masked kiss. As the heat and smell around them flourished, both soldiers, having their holes prodded and teased, snaked their hands to grab at each other's bulges and unbutton constricting cargo pants.
Tired of their masks constraining their tongues from each other, eventually the two men paused to remove their helmets, goggles and finally their sticky wet masks. Jazz and Corvo then immediately slammed back together, freed cocks now rubbing against each other and tongues lathering the other, exploring each other's mouth and taste. Corvo opened his eyes to lustfully look upon his comrade, and watched in heightened arousal as his comrad's ears pointed, shifting the color black before fur spread across Jazz's exposed face to the corrupting air.
Both sandwiched men moaned loudly into each other's mouth as, at the same time, the beasts behind stopped their teasing and pushed both their shafts deep past swollen sensitive flesh. The young men's holes violated by cocks lined with corrupting spray, coating their insides and spurring changes elsewhere throughout their growing bodies. Their prostates being slammed only causing them to dive deeper into their lustful frot.
The hallway's temperature rose by several degrees as multiple forms of depravity broke down inside. McCoy and Streva still endlessly fucking, the two inseparable from their passion and lust, now fully formed creatures of the facility. Other canine beasts emerged from the shadows to pump their shafts or grind against each other. Some eagerly watch the final two humans finally change to join their ranks. An orgy of corruption that would pollute all within.
Corvo once again opened his shifting orange eyes to drearily look upon his comrade. The two's lovemaking now involved lengthening snouts that stretched longer with each lick and kiss. Their teeth lathered in saliva coming to sharp canine points. Slender black ears fully formed to the top of their heads, twitching with the sounds of sex around them. His entire body pulsed with heat and energy, sweat collecting across his new fur now defined with his wonderful canine smell.
More moans across elongated snouts erupted as Corvo and Jazz's new tails finally grew in. Coaxed by the sexy beast behind that grabbed and squeezed at the appendages as they continued breeding the new pack members. The tails themselves lined with sensitive new flesh that rippled the backside of the two changing men with each touch. Their backs desperately strained and flexed as they were overwhelmed with spasms of pleasure.
Any former human remnants within Corvo and Jazz's minds were quickly forgotten as, lastly, their cocks swelled and fattened. Their cum soaked shafts sneaking up their furred stomachs, copious amounts of precum dripping from the tips leaking onto their torn boots below, clawed feet pushing out the soles. New flesh stretched and expanded at the base of their cocks, forming hairy new sheaths matching the rest of their canine frames. Balls churned and plumped between their thighs, swinging into each other from the continuous pounding, hitting the beast's balls from behind and smearing against the sandwiched colleague in front. Human smelling cum expelled from the fattening balls, replaced with thick seed stained with corruption.
Balls full to their limit, painfully swollen and desperate to be emptied, Corvo and Jazz both clenched their asses around the long cocks pounding them from behind, feeling them throb to their limits. Pointing their furred maws to the ceiling, tongues flopping out, the two former soldiers felt orgasmic pressure build within their groins, slowly rising across their body as the balls of the four beasts constricted and cocks spasmed all at the same time.
Waves of seed matching the sickly color of the flower's spray exploded inside the two changed men, layering their backsides in the sticky fluid, truly marking them within the pack. Corvo and Jazz, cocks fastened together by their continuous frot, felt their shafts strain and burst onto each other and across their maws. Cum showering their bodies in more corruption and stench perfect for changing other souls.
McCoy and Streva, on the floor locked in their passionate breeding, joined the rest of the pack in this crescendo of copulation within the facility. Streva, still positioned on top of McCoy, left the warm maw of his lover to lean his snout back in pleasure. His penetrated prostate held back no longer, generating a strong wave of bliss across his entire body as he too climaxed, shooting viscous seed onto McCoy's chest and face. McCoy delightfully returned the favor, leaning his hips off the floor one last time to slam directly into Streva, expelling a direct load inside the smaller transformed beast.
Loud breaths of exhaustion pinged across the laboratory's halls. Some of the canines slumping onto the slick ground into total depletion, eager to sleep together in huddled sticky masses. Others continued to embrace, exploring each other's furred maws and heavy tongues. Many simply grew erect once more, needing constant stimulation to appease their new pheromones. All of the beasts felt their long pointed ears twitch and rotate towards the front of the facility though as once again, the elevator doors slid open.