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Turnabout Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Poliwirl100

Night had fallen and the moon was full, though it still seemed as if the light had a hard time reaching the land below. It was a dark time, full of danger and doubt. Each small village kept going as best they could, surviving off of their fields and productivity, independent of the rest of the territory. They rose each morning to carve out their meager existence and went to bed each night dreaming of remote possibilities. Even in the dead of night, lanterns were kept burning as a beacon for those few adventurers that had left from the village and may return, though those that had were fundamentally changed.

In the midst of the night, one individual continued his work, keeping his eyes and ears open to the night air. The crickets chirp was undisturbed, a steady and reassuring hum to Beck as he sewed thick thread through pieces of leather. He worked outside in the open corner of his shop where columns held up the roof but there were no walls. During the day he sold his goods there, but at night it gave him a peaceful place to practice his trade. The windows of his shop were full of leather riding outfits, leather armor, even leather jackets. He worked with harnesses for animals and belts for men. Having one's own tannery made it easy.

Beck had grown up as the dutiful son of a tanner, only to expand the business when he took over for his father. He had broad shoulders for being only five foot ten, but his dark brown hair was shorn short and showed off the curve of his skull, his lantern jaw, his firm cheek bones. He was a strong individual, and being twenty three, the townspeople were astounded that he had not yet married. Some had started to wonder if he was a confirmed bachelor, though he seemed generally interested in his work. He was steady, dependable and routine, something that was not lost on the solitary soul that watched him.

Claws gripped the roof tiles of the tavern, keeping another figure steady in his perch. The figure was crouched, muscled arms extending from the torn arm holes of a now-sleeveless leather shirt, the chest parted to reveal a thick pelt of fur. A thick, bushy gray tail swayed back and forth on the roof and the leather pants of the beast bulged over an obscene erection. The beast inhaled sharply through his cool, wet nose, the nostrils flaring as he smelled Beck's distinct musk. The beast shivered, his whiskers twitching, his amber eyes gazing back to the human.

The werewolf had been watching Beck for a long time, both as a human and as a wolf. There was something captivating about Beck, something that drew the wolf in. It wasn't so much what Beck was as what he could become. He was good stock, but the question became good stock for what? Magic had turned adventurers across the continent into any number of beasts, all alluring and wonderful to the wolf, but after weeks of contemplation he was finally convinced of what the human would become. Everything had been put in place, everything was ready... The night had arrived and all it would take was a little more time.

Beck set his tools down on the table and leaned back a bit, stretching. He groaned as his muscles throbbed, feeling a bit tight. He assumed it was from being up too late, though he barely felt tired. He'd never been able to stay up quite so easily, but the rewards had been manifold. The amount of work he'd gotten done was impressive. Beck leaned forward again, feeling the metal pendant around his neck sink down his chest, though as it did it rubbed through a thick patch of chest hair.

The tanner reached up with one hand to scratch at his chest, though as his fingers trailed through the thick hair, he let out a soft moan. It felt oddly good to pet the hair there. His nipples firmed, his manhood stirred and he stroked the hair again before he paused, looking down. The pendant had been a gift from a customer and while it wasn't really Beck's style, he'd had a hard time taking it off. His customers rarely gave him anything other than the minimum and it meant a lot, though he had no idea how much it meant to the beast watching him from afar.

Despite still having a bit of energy left, Beck started to gather up his creations and tools, carrying them into the shop. Once everything was put away, he extinguished the lantern, locked up and crossed his shop for the back where his room was. The air was thick with the smell of leather. The clean, earthy, savory scent was comforting to Beck to say the least. He had grown up his whole life around it. He opened the door to his room and moved inside, opening the window to let the cool night air in.

As Beck unstrapped the bindings keeping his shirt on, he heard a thrashing outside. He thought nothing of it, assuming it was some animal in the brush. He had no idea quite how right he was as amber eyes gazed into the window from a distance. Beck pulled off his shirt, finding it more difficult than he expected to get it off of his arms. His muscles seemed swollen, larger and thicker. He cast the shirt aside and removed his boots next, followed soon after by his pants. Beck moved to lie down on his bed, sprawling out across the feather filled mattress as his eyes fluttered shut.

For several long moments he rested in silence, drifting into a deeper and deeper sleep, but the pendant resting on his chest started to glimmer, rising and falling with his breath, almost pulsing with his heart beat. In silence his eyes snapped open and he sat up in bed. While his mind dreamt, his body was on the move. His bare feet touched down onto the wood floor and he rose, moving for the door. He stepped out of his room, crossed his shop and moved out of the back door, entering the night.

The cool breezes passed over his nearly naked form, only a sparse cloth preserving his modesty. The tanner walked through the tall grasses behind his house, heading for the hill. The werewolf crouched down low in the brush, wondering if the human could see him or not, but as Beck passed by, the werewolf grew more bold. The beast rose to his paws and strode to catch up to Beck, walking along with him. The wolf's fine silver fur looked as soft as silk in the moonlight, though his creamy white underbelly seemed even softer still. His pointed ears were quirked, his muzzle practically dripped with saliva and his body moved gracefully.

The werewolf walked with Beck up the hill, past the sparse grove of trees and out of sight of the townsfolk. Beck was ripe for the conquest, but the wolf knew as soon as he started the next phase of the change that the mind control spell would be broken. The human would no longer be under his control, but he wouldn't be human for much longer either. When Beck reached the top of the hill, he came to a stop, standing in the open with moonlight washing over his creamy skin.

"Oh Beck, you don't know how long I've wanted this, wanted you." The wolf whispered, "The cravings of the beast are so hard to control. They drive me to such lengths.... My body hungers for the manliest mate to dominate and master. You will be my mate, you will be my bitch, you will be the perfect male." The wolf whispered. Beck said nothing, still in his trance. The wolf reached out, running his paws down Beck's sculpted arms and then his chest. Claws left tiny white lines across Beck's hairy chest, threatening to slice the skin but not coming too close.

The wolf sniffed at Beck's scent and savored it once more, loving the smell of sandalwood soap, the spice and musk of his groin, and the sweat of his labor. It was all too wonderful for words, but it was only a starting point. The wolf reached into his pocket and withdrew a vial of green liquid. It had cost a small fortune to acquire, but it had all been worth it for this moment, the moment he created his perfect sexual partner. The wolf pulled out the stopper and lifted the vial, bringing it to Beck's lips, tipping it back.

As the green liquid poured into Beck's mouth, he instinctively swallowed as he might his own excess saliva, but the acrid alkaline tang of the liquid started to rouse his senses. The taste of iron and meat and sweat permeated his mouth. He flinched and blinked while his vision cleared before he spotted the werewolf in front of him, feeling the glass vial placed between his lips. Beck reached up and swatted the vial away before he shoved the werewolf. Being caught by surprise, the wolf toppled to the ground, giving Beck enough time to turn and run back down the hillside.

Beck's chest rose and fell as he ran for his life, his brain puzzling to understand what had happened. Beck put his wonders aside, focusing on survival, but as he ran he started to feel warmer and warmer, overheating. Sweat beaded across his forehead, then his chest and finally his pits. His chest rose and fell with more gusto and the heat suffusing his body seemed to let his muscles stretch more. He took larger strides, but a crashing of the branches behind him alerted that the wolf was following.

With the wolf in hot pursuit, Beck put everything he had into running. His arms swung as he moved, though they started to grow as well. His biceps and triceps bulged, his arms elongated and his hands slowly swelled. Beck didn't notice, so focused on survival. He also didn't notice that his legs were growing longer and thicker, his center of balance changing. He groaned as his ribs pushed out, causing the first sensation he did actually feel. Even Beck's feet stretched out. Each time they hit the dirt in the run, his arch increased, his heels widened and his toes grew longer.

The werewolf lunged for Beck to pin him and stop his escape, but as Beck heard the thrashing suddenly stop, he stumbled to the side, narrowly escaping the wolf's grasp. The wolf tumbled and rolled before he got up and moved again. Beck tried to listen more for the wolf, but his ears started to ache and throb. He groaned in discomfort as his ears pulsed, the round lobes starting to grow misshapen, stretching into subtle points.

At long last, Beck reached his house. He threw the door open and hurtled himself through, slamming it behind him. He put his back to the door and put all his body weight into keeping it shut, though the door lurched and opened a few inches as the wolf hit it. Beck pushed back, using all his muscles, groaning loudly. The exertion only seemed to feed the change. Beck's shoulders ballooned outward with muscle, widening sharply. His arms hung down longer and longer, his fists growing as well.

Beck panted and groaned. Each second that passed changed him a bit more. The sweat from his head ran down his cheeks and across his neck, a neck thickening with cords of muscle. The wolf tried the door a few more times before it suddenly went still. Beck listened with his pointed ears before he realized the wolf was heading for his bedroom. The tanner grabbed the cabinet and pulled it in front of the door before he ran to his room, grabbing the window pane and pulling it shut just as the wolf appeared on the other side. The wolf slashed at the window and the glass shattered, but as his paw hit the wood slats, it stopped. He pulled his paw back and whimpered, realizing that the wood had been laced with wolfs bane.

"You aren't getting in here foul creature." Beck said, grinning with an almost feral look.

"I don't have to, you are mine now... You will be my plaything." The wolf growled. Beck laughed.

"I am no one's play thing. You are the dog; it is your place to be the pet." Beck spat. The wolf growled in severe dismay before he turned, running off into the brush and out of sight for the time being. Beck grinned, gazing out in triumph. He had never felt so powerful or strong, so wonderful. He had bested a werewolf at his own game. Beck's body tingled with excitement. He reached up to tweak his nipples, moaning as his pectorals pushed out, the thick steaks of man meat most delectable. Even his stomach seemed firmer, but Beck didn't care.

After a life focused on work and responsibility, Beck was feeling horny for the first time in his life. The cloth wrapped around his waist was painfully tight. He looked down at his erection, realizing at last what it meant to be aroused, knowing it was finally time to treat himself. He tore at the cloth and his ten inch member sprung up, veined and red, throbbing with desire. Beck put his back to the wall and wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before he slid the hand up toward the head, then back down toward the base.

He shivered as the pleasure ripped through him, intoxicated by its strength. He stroked harder and harder, closing his eyes, moaning deeply, but the more he gave into the pleasure, the more he changed. Short, coarse hairs grew out from his knuckles as he stroked himself and the hair on his arms thickened, darkening steadily from brown to black. His sweat soaked pits darkened as well, turning as black as coal. A few moments later his chest hair changed, then his leg hair. Beck didn't notice, so given into his lusts.

Streak by streak, the hair on his head turned black and grew out a little longer. The hair swept across the back of his neck and hung down across his forehead, but even faster than his hair grew, stubble started pushing out. Thick, black sideburns jutted down his cheeks, growing all the way to his jaw bone. The stubble pushed out above his upper lip and swept down from the sides to cover his chin. The stubble came together and closed off in the pattern of a beard, and then it started growing out.

Beck started to let out a long, lingering moan as it felt like his entire face was becoming erect. The dark black beard grew longer, the hairs starting to curl, growing bushy as they made a thicker and thicker layer. Beck grabbed onto his cock with his other hand, double fisting himself, panting in lust and desire. He had been a hundred and sixty pounds to start, but in a matter of minutes he was over two hundred and ten and packing it on quickly. His arms and legs continued to grow, but only to support his immense torso. Even his stance widened, his hips throbbing and aching as the bones shifted.

With each stroke, Beck started to loose himself more to the pleasure and lust. His outward shape was starting to affect his inward self, tainting his memories and desires. Beck didn't know why he didn't masturbate sooner, why he had waited so long. Years of pent up lust was spilling out and all he wanted was more and more... and more. He groaned, his body pushing past the physical perfection any human could achieve, becoming something else entirely.

As Beck panted, his lower lip started to swell, growing rounder and thicker, plumper and juicier. Soon his entire lower jaw began to grow, pushing forward, widening. The disparity between his upper and lower lip seemed strange, but then Beck felt the throbbing in his lower teeth. The bearded, muscled tanner grunted as his lips parted and two ivory nubs pushed up, growing at an amazing rate. Beck moaned more and more, feeling as if even his teeth were sexualized now. The small tusks lifted up an inch from his lips and kept growing, but so did the rest of the tanner.

With each squeeze and pump of his manhood, the rod was starting to grow. It elongated, it thickened, the head widened and the veins bulged out more. Beck stretched his shaft to impossible lengths, reaching twelve inches, then fourteen, then sixteen. If his wrist hadn't grown so much larger, his shaft would have matched it in size... but something else was changing about his cock. With each thrust, more blood rushed into the extension. While normally that would have made the shaft red or purple, it was turning a dark green instead.

The mushroom shaped head turned as dark as an evergreen tree, the shaft taking on a slightly lighter jade tone. The color swept back across his groin, spreading beneath his thick black bush and up his hairy belly. His newly green balls began to swell, growing from the size of kiwis to the size of oranges in a few seconds, growing larger still. The green spread out like a stain, but it was deeper than that, suffusing his skin and his organs, his entire belly. Beck thrashed and moaned with growing lust. His tusks stretched up past his upper lip, growing at an impressive rate, one shared with his beard. Beck panted and drooled like a beast, but the saliva curved over his bottom lip and ran through the thick black hair pushing out from his face. The hair pushed out two inches in every direction, a thick burly mess, but as the hair continued to grow longer, some of the bushiness became wavier, giving the beard more length.

Beck's ears throbbed and pushed into tall points, starting to darken as they took on a greenish hue. His black hair grew longer, hanging over his eyes and down his neck all the way to his shoulders. Even his chest hair was abnormally thick. He was becoming an orc, the wolf's ideal of what masculinity was. The green skin tone spread across his chest and then crept down his arms, spiraling around before coating his hands. The palms were paler, a minty sort of green that matched the white fingernails. As the green moved down his legs and finally his massive feet, they changed to match as well, the nails left white while the feet turned green.

With every squeeze, stroke and heart beat, Beck felt closer to the edge. His hands continued to work his rod desperately. He grunted and growled, the green spreading across his face. His nose widened, his brow bone thickened, his cheek bones bulged. Beck's features disappeared into the orc's face until there was no humanity left. The green disappeared across the scalp and Beck's change was nearly done. His muscles continued to swell, his beard dropped down to seven inches long, his cock reached twenty inches in length and seven in width and then it came, the orgasm of his life.

Beck's brain burned and seared with pleasure, so much so that his life flashed before his eyes. He saw every moment of his life, but instead of merely remembering, he was judging them. He had been so meager, so meek. It was time for that to change. He was a male, a man, a powerful orc. The world would be his oyster and nothing would keep him from enjoying himself. The orc tipped his head back and let out a roar that would have broken his window if it hadn't already been. His massive grape fruit sized balls tingled and throbbed before his cock pulsed.

The jet of semen that erupted from his cock was magnificent, rising skyward, arching over his bed to splatter the wall on the other side. Beck stood in wonder, spraying and spraying, his eyes rolling back in his head, sweat rolling down his torso. His shoulders were as wide as his door frame and his head nearly touched the ceiling, his body so immense, and it was all devoted to the orgasm, to the climax, to fulfilling his bliss. Minutes passed, then several more. His wall had been painted white with sperm, his bed was coated and a growing puddle spread across the floor.

It wasn't until first light that Beck's orgasm finally stopped. His cock stream ended and the mighty orc wobbled before falling forward onto his knees, panting sharply. He was naked, covered in sweat and cum. His only adornment was the metal necklace which now resembled a choker, the slack taken up by the immense neck muscles. Beck struggled to regain some sense of composure before his eyes opened. He looked around before freezing, seeing a pair of eyes across the room... before realizing they were his reflection.

Beck slowly stood and crossed the room, lifting the mirror to look at himself. He was hairy, he was beastly. His tusks went as high as his nose and his beard was as dark as night. Beck wanted to be scared or angry, but all he was was turned on. He was gorgeous. He was the most manly man he had ever seen. He exuded masculinity like the epitome of a father, a daddy... but he didn't want to mate with a woman, he wanted to distil even more masculinity. He wanted to be a gay daddy, to raise men in the way of manhood... but to do that, he would need clothing.

With a confident stride, Beck left his room and moved back into his shop, moving around the store. He pulled out the largest inventory he had, clothes made for travelers from distant lands and diverse peoples. He pulled on black leather pants that hugged his firm legs, cupped his massive balls and still left room for his mighty pole of a cock to stick out. He tried to find a shirt that would fit his arms, but after none came close he finally selected a thick, black leather vest. He pulled it on, feeling the cuffs hug his shoulders. Even then, the leather was so tight he had no choice but to leave it open, exposing his muscled abs and thick hairy chest to all the world. Massive boots were pulled on and Beck reached up, running his fingers through his beard. He knew he looked damn fine.

Beck started to move for the door before he paused, noticing a leather creation he had almost forgotten about... A black leather harness with a long leash. It had been created for a farmer that had an unruly tiger that needed restraint, but the more Beck thought about it, the more it would work for a werewolf, especially a werewolf trying to have his way with others. Beck grinned gently as he collected the harness, knowing who his first conquest was going to be. Beck opened the door to his shop and strode out into the morning air, his brown eyes glittering with purpose. It was time to hunt the wolf. After all, turnabout was fair play.

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Soft pants came from the wolf's shrinking nose as the sunlight rose higher in the morning sky. He groaned, feeling his strength ebb away. He had hoped by now to have a docile, loving orc slave to cater to his every whim. Instead he was running for his life from a muscled beast he had created. His muzzle pulled back to reveal the face of a mere eighteen year old with thick willowy sideburns and long brown hair. His claws retracted into grubby, dirty fingernails and his chest shrank back down. His abs were almost smooth, the young man's body lithe and underdeveloped. His torn vest grew loose and his pants became baggy, though one thing remained - his erection. He was a teenager after all.

"Good work Brink, let the beast do the thinking and this is what you get." He whimpered, heading down the slope toward the next valley over, shaking his head. His tail slowly shrank away before it left his pants sagging for no reason, the shapely globes of his ass peeking up from the hem, giving just a hint of the cleft that ran down between the two cheeks. His feet had turned soft again, though they remained large even in human form... but Brink did not realize that the only thing softer than his innocent human flesh was the dirt he had been walking on, or that his tracks transitioned from paws to those of a human. He had left his calling card and there was no telling how long it would be before someone came to make good on their desire to capture the werewolf.

Brink continued along, though he felt fatigue truly setting in. He was a creature of the night and he was exhausted after his exploits, failure or not. It took him a few minutes before Brink found a hollow, fallen tree. He moved over to it and crouched down, crawling in. Secure in the wood of the tree, he curled up and closed his eyes, drifting off into an exhausted slumber. His chest rose and fell, he dreamed, his body relaxed. Minutes passed and the light outside grew ever brighter, but nestled deep in his hiding place, Brink was none the wiser. Even as the ground trembled gently, he didn't stir. It wasn't until the log he hid in started to roll that he awoke. Brink let out a yelp as he went upside down, putting his hands and feet against the wood, trying to brace himself. The trunk rolled and rolled, picking up speed before suddenly it hit a rock and bounced skyward.

For a moment Brink felt weightless, sailing through the air. It came to an all too brief end as the log splashed into the lake. Water rushed in the two sides and Brink scrambled out, pushing out of the end he had entered as the log sank. He swam upwards and breached the surface, but as he rose into the morning air, strong green hands grabbed him. Brink was whipped around like a ragdoll, wheezing as the air was knocked out of him. He was thrown onto the bank on his back before Beck grabbed his vest. The cloth was torn from his body and before Brink could react, black leather straps had been wrapped around his torso, secured tight. A metal ring hugged his chest and the straps went over his shoulders and around his ribs.

While he wasn't a wolf, Brink still rolled onto all fours and tried to run. He made it six feet before the leash went taunt. Brink yelped as his legs kept going and his upper body did not. He fell to the ground, coughing, panting and thoroughly spent. He didn't try to get up even as he felt the ground tremble around him. He gazed up at the clouds and the sky before the looming figure of an orc filled his gaze. Brink's eyes widened in surprise.

"About our conversation last night..." Beck growled his voice impossibly deep, "You are MINE now." He corrected. Brink's eyes widened in shock before the orc turned and started to drag him off. Brink scrambled to his feet, forced to keep moving if he didn't want to be bounced along the countryside. He had absolutely no idea what he had gotten himself into.

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The morning had passed in near silence as the two had walked. At mid-day they had stopped at a stream. Brink had the indignity of being tied to a tree while Beck caught fish, but they had been cooked and eaten and Brink realized just how long it had been since he had a good meal. He had put up less of a fight as he was led into the foot hills, wondering where in the world Beck was taking him, but as the sun dropped down into the horizon, they had reached it at last - a hunting camp. There was a small wood lodge, plenty of gear and it was remote. Beck had gotten a campfire going and the logs crackled as they put out heat. Brink held his hands near the fire, feeling the warmth. It had been ages since he had been warm.

"What are you going to do to me?" Brink asked after a long moment.

"I am going to do to you what you wanted to do to me, but better." Beck replied, biting into some roast duck with his thick fangs. Brink looked the orc over, taking in his muscles and hair, his girth... Amazed that the orc hadn't hid his cock all day, even more amazed that it had stayed hard all day.

"So what are you waiting for?" Brink asked. He slowly got down onto all fours and crawled towards the orc, licking his lips. His lips parted and he moved to lick at Beck's cock, but to his surprise the orc moved, grabbing him by the shoulders, slamming him onto the ground. Brink coughed and grunted, looking up in surprise.

"You are trying to escape..." Beck said softly, moving to straddle the young man. Brink groaned under the weight of it. Beck looked at the boy, "You must learn how things are now. You are mine, my pet, my wolf, my boy. I am your lover, your mate, the one to guide you." Beck explained. Brink gazed up at the orc in shock.

"What do you mean, guide me?" he whispered. The orc reached down to pet the eighteen year old's sideburns.

"I spent my whole life being responsible... Just like a father. You awoke in me the need to be with other men, I might as well combine the two." Beck murmured.

"You want to be my father?" Brink asked in shock.

"Not... quite." Beck whispered, leaning down. He pushed his lips to the eighteen year old and then forced his tongue in. Brink was overwhelmed, but the wriggling tongue in his mouth was mesmerizing. His eyes slowly fluttered shut until he was sucking and slurping on the tongue. Beck continued to pet his cheek before he reached down, opening the young man's pants, releasing his modest but firm shaft. Brink's back arched as the huge orc hand wrapped around his cock and started to thrust it up and down. Brink moaned into the kiss, his chest rising and falling in growing desperation. He'd wanted a lover for so long, he had only assumed he would be the aggressor, but there was something comforting in surrendering himself to another.

As Brink started to give in and lift his hips, Beck rewarded him with a tighter grip and a deeper kiss. Brink almost gagged on the orc's tongue but he wanted it all, sucking on it for dear life. Beck grinned, smothering the young man with his muscled body, loving what a good puppy he was... but as the sun continued to set and the moon started to rise, Beck had no idea just how right he would be. Shadow fell across Brink and his kissing became more heated, his body writhing more, but as the first bit of moonlight started to creep across the lovers, Brink's body started to heat up.

The kiss went from heated to fierce as Brink nipped at Beck's face, pulling back to pant, moaning and then groaning as his teeth sharpened into fangs. Beck's eyes widened, realizing what was happening. The teenager growled sharply as his ears stretched into points. He moved to lick and nip at Beck's neck, tracing his fangs along the neck flesh before he bit in. Beck grabbed the werewolf, holding his head to his neck for a long moment before he got a better idea. While Beck normally would have been much more careful, the orc in him was a daredevil. Without warning, Beck rolled over and Brink was on top. The moonlight washed over him and the werewolf arched his back, gasping sharply.

Brink buried his face in beck's furry chest, inhaling the musky scent, feeling it fill his lungs. The teenager's lithe body started to twist and warp. His arched back grew ridgid as his vertabrae extended. His shoulders widened and bulged with muscle and fur crept down his back, following his spine as his ass cheeks pushed apart. Beck struggled to remove Brink's remaining clothes, tearing them apart until only the harness remained. Brink growled more, shifting as his tailbone started to push out, bursting with silvery fur. As the tail whipped about and grew in, Brink's fingernails extended, darkening into wicked claws that dug into Beck's chest.

Beck growled in bliss himself, the orc panting as he moved to force a kiss on the werewolf. Brink was surprised, but he soon grabbed Beck's thick skull with his changing hands, kissing him ferociously. Their tongues tangled, their lips wrestled and Beck tasted every one of Brink's sharp fangs. Brink loved the feel of the orc's beard on his face, though his own face was starting to grow fuzzy too. The sideburns had turned into fur and the fur spread, covering his cheeks and chin, then his nose and forehead.

Brink grunted as his face popped and shifted, his mouth pushing forward, taking the nose along for the ride. His nostrils upturned, his black nose grew moist and whiskers pushed out of his face as it pushed into a muzzle. The two continued to kiss, though the kiss grew more clumsy as Brink's face went fully canine. The fur blended into his hair until there was no telling them apart. Brink had the head of a wolf on the growing body of a man... a very virile man. His flat stomach bulged into perfect abs, his pecs thickened and his arms widened... but that wasn't all.

The hair on Brink's arms grew thicker by the second, longer and softer as well until the flesh disappeared. The fur went down the backs of his hands as his fingertips and palms swelled into pawpads, though his paws remained humanoid. The fur swept across his shoulders, joining with the pelt on his back, coating his chest and stomach. The fur grew down to the werewolf's groin where the flesh built up at the base of his manhood, creating a furry sheath. Brink humped and ground even more, his legs growing furry before his feet changed fully into bare paws once more. Brink was insatiable, but Beck still had the upper hand.

"Good puppy, very good puppy... But it's time to please your master." Beck said, grabbing the werewolf by the scruff of the neck, lifting him up. Brink whimpered and struggled, but Beck set him down on all fours, pushing him forward. In moments the newly transformed werewolf felt a cock rubbing at his ass. Brink's paws dug into the ground as he panted. He was a humanoid werewolf, but he was starting to feel like a bitch in heat. Nothing had ever felt so right. He started to push back and Beck rewarded him with a stroke of the tail, but then the orc grabbed onto the wolf's hips with a firm grip and went to town.

Countless inches of hard, green orc cock skewered into the wolf, sliding deep. Beck pummeled in and out, pistoning like a butter churn, grinding like mad. As he tilted and shifted his hips to increase friction, the head of his rod struck Brink's prostate. The organ throbbed and pleasure ran through his body like a drug. The werewolf's hard cock throbbed and began dribbling precum. Getting such a rise out of his mate, Beck tried to do it again.

Before long Beck was punishing Brink's prostate with ruthless efficiency, causing the werewolf to nearly go limp with pleasure. He humped the ground, he pushed his ass back, but he was nearly paralyzed in pleasure. Beck grinned, petting the werewolf's head, though he was starting to feel different himself... The bite on his neck where Brink had sunk his fangs in was tingling, starting to throb... and Beck felt a strange pleasure seeping through his body. Beck started to pant more.

With each thrust of his cock and beat of his cock, Beck was feeling stronger than before. While he had become an orc, something else had started to swim through his blood stream. He was fucking Brink mercilessly, his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't notice his muscles bulging even more, or the hair on his arms thickening. The black hair grew longer and softer, spreading out until it was so thick that it obscured the skin. Portions of the orc's fingertips and palms swelled into green paw pads and his rough fingernails extended into claws.

Even amid the pleasure, Beck started to put it together. The bite of a werewolf... he was becoming one himself, but an orc werewolf. Beck groaned sharply as his cock grew longer inside of Brink. The orc howled and groaned, though his teeth started to sharpen, all of them turning into fangs. His lips parted a bit more as a second set of tusks rose upwards, though his nose had already started to upturn, darkening and growing moist. His pointed green ears stretched out higher into almost elfin points before black fur started growing over them.

Brink was a drooling, panting mess of sexual joy, but even he started to feel the difference. The cock skewering him grew, the hands gripping him tightened, and the growls of his mate became more insistant. Brink whimpered and moaned in glee, feeling claws on his hips, paws on his hips... It was too wonderful to even imagine. Behind Brink, Beck kept thrusting, moaning as green flesh pooled around his groin to make a furry black sheath. His ample chest hair thickened, growing down across his stomach. The hair on his arms spiraled up around and across his shoulders before moving down his back. Even his beard seemed to advance across the rest of his face, covering his green flesh with black fur.

The bearded orc tilted his head skyward, letting out a half-groan, half roar as his bones popped and shifted. His face grew forward, popping and changing. His nose widened, becoming part of the forming muzzle. His eyes tilted forward a bit more, the brow bone changing. His ears migrated up to the top of his head and his hair blended into his fur. Before long Beck was almost a hulking five hundred pound furry black werewolf, but his desire to mate Brink hadn't changed in the slightest.

Beck's massive green feet grew claws, paw pads and then fur. His ass cheeks parted, revealing his hole to the world before his tailbone pushed out more and more, moving on its own as black fur swept across it. The last pieces of the orc had changed into a werewolf, though his muscles and claws only grew larger. His huge green shaft pummeled into Brink's tail hole, working the bitch in heat. The smaller werewolf had never felt so fulfilled or so right. The tight harness around him felt comforting, and Brink finally started to realize what Beck had meant.

Brink moaned harder, leaning into Beck's furry chest. He was the daddy wolf, the daddy orc, the gay daddy to guide him and protect him. Now that they shared lycanthropy, there was nothing they wouldn't share together. They each had something to teach the other, they each had something to offer. They were bound in pleasure, in responsibility, in desire. Brink accepted Beck as his gay daddy and never wanted to be separated again. He imprinted on the black furry wolf, his mind searing the single mate into his brain for all time.

The two went at it for ages. Minutes trailed on into hours and still they rutted. In and out, hard aching cocks warmed with friction to the boiling point. Beck licked and nipped at Brink's neck, the two embraced tightly. Beck still was amused that Brink had changed him to make him a docile play thing. Oh how the tables had turned, but neither male would have had it any other way. Beck moaned and groaned, sliding in and out before he felt containment couldn't last any longer. Brink seemed to sense the coming tide and clenched his ass tight, wanting to claim all the bounty for himself.

With one powerful thrust, Beck thrust into Brink as deeply as he could, hilting himself. Brink howled out, feeling the cock head push deep into his intestines, distending his stomach. The orc wolf wrapped his arms around Brink, holding the smaller silver wolf to him before he lifted his head, parted his muzzle and let out the first howl of his werewolf life. The howl echoed across the mountains, drifting to the valley below... and with that resonating howl came all of Beck's seed, achieving the strongest orgasm of his life yet. Years of life as a human, a day as an orc, and his rebirth as a werewolf were all pooling together into one brilliant climax.

Brink shuddered and lifted his head, joining into the howl with his mate, his ears pressed flat against Beck's throat as the two werewolves howled. Brink's shaft pulsed and unleashed volleys of rich cum all over the ground, his ass quivering around his master. Beck held himself deep, but the sheer volume of the cum built up more and more until the thick soupy mess leaked from Brink's ass, drizzling down his legs to the ground below.

The two continued to cum for some time, but eventually the pleasure was too great. Brink moaned and collapsed onto the ground and Beck slowly draped his body over his lover, holding the smaller werewolf pinned between his limbs. Beck leaned down to lick Brink's head slowly between the wolf ears before snuggling him. It felt so good to keep him safe, though it felt even better to have his cock wedged up the young man's ass. It was truly the best of both worlds.

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Life started early in the village, though it started even earlier for traders. Some traveled far and wide to get rare and exotic goods, but for John Smith, it was finally time to return home. He sat at the front of his wagon, holding the reigns as he rolled back into town behind his horses, but it wasn't quite the same town he left. The market was the same, the flower stand, the miller... everything seemed in order until John saw the leather shop. His eyes widened in surprise as he rolled by.

A seven foot tall, three hundred and fifty pound orc was busy working with tanned cow hide, working it into leather. His black pants creaked and groaned over his ample package and his arms nearly exploded out of the vest. His long black beard hung down to his collar bone and his black hair flowed free, but the man had the skilled hands of a leather craftsman. John wondered what happened to Beck, but as the door opened he saw another unfamiliar face, a young eighteen year old with thick sideburns. His brown hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail and tied with leather strapping. Much like the orc he wore a leather vest but his pants were cloth and had seen better days.

Smith rolled out of sight of the leather shop and pulled up beside his house by the market, moving to put his horses away. The changes kept nagging at him even once the horses had been put in their stalls. Before Smith even had a chance to remove the goods from his cart, he crossed the road and moved into the bakery. The scent of fresh bread filled the air and Smith cooed, though he looked around before spotting his friend behind the counter. The baker looked up and grinned.

"Good tidings John, were your travels met with prosperity?" the baker asked.

"Quite a bit of it, but it seems I missed a lot at the leather works while I was away..." John said. The baker's eyes glittered with the chance to share gossip. He leaned over the counter and John leaned in.

"They say Beck left in the middle of the night, but he left the deed to his place to that orc... Turns out they were friends from way back. Looks like that orc learned from Beck's father too, they have the same quirks, though the orc's flavor in fashion is a bit more... daring... than Beck." The baker smirked.

"What about the boy?" John asked. The baker all but chuckled.

"Believe it or not, young master Brink is his son." The baker whispered. John's brows furrowed.

"That can't be, he's human..." John murmured.

"Well, that's what they claim at least. Father and son, by blood or oath. Still, there's something unnatural about them." The baker said.

"Just one thing?" John asked, causing the baker to chuckle. The laughter echoed out of the window, carrying on the wind to where Beck was working. His enhanced orc ears could pick up the sounds easily. He smirked to himself at the gossip. He didn't mind being the talk of the town as long as the village didn't turn hostile. Beck set down the sheet of cloth and turned to move inside the house.

"Brink, could you help me with something inside?" Beck asked as he passed. Brink turned obediently and followed his 'father' into the house, though as soon as he passed the threshold, he was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed into the wall. Beck kicked the door shut and brought his green lips to Brink's, kissing him. Brink moaned as his lips were pried open by the tongue once more. Beck still couldn't get over how deliciously things had turned out... He had been pursued by a werewolf to be a sex toy, but the werewolf was now his pet... and love and mate and so much more. Turnabout was fair play and he was having the best game of his life.